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demonpiratehuntress · 1 year ago

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hi hello dearie, hope this finds you well <3 i’ve been reading some of your Ace content for DAYS cuz is ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT and i have a hyperfixation for the man.

i have this oddly specific request if you’re taking requests ofc asksnakxm

ace and the reader meet each other when he saved her from potentially being killed by some random ruthless and murdering pirate, she was in that situation because he had killed some of her friends but that’s not the issue AKSNWKSB the thing is she gets mad because Ace saved her so she said sum “i was content with the fact that i was going to die, i didn’t need your saving” and he’s just stunned cuz? he just saved her???? two days later she thanks him but she tries to escape many times from the ship and those many times Ace ruined her plans so after a week of trying she gives up. THEN two years later they confess their feelings for each other after a day of Ace following her like a puppy and teasing her nonstop until she gives in

ODDLY SPECIFIC IM SO SORRY 😭😭 but it’s okay if you can’t do it <3

hi! thank you so much 😊 also im so so sorry this took so long! I've just been really busy! but i hope you enjoy this! to everyone else, i am still working on the other requests! i have much more than i realised 😂 but i will get them out...eventually

taglist - @kabloswrld

stubborn

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - the ask above! :)

warnings - mild angst

Run.

That's all you could think of, all you could do. There was no time or space to do anything else, and your body had already kicked into the fight-or-flight response. You weren't sure how far you could get, but you were desperate to get away.

The gory images of your friends lying sprawled out on the ground, drenched in blood, made itself a home in your mind. You would never be able to forget that, no matter how hard you tried. Swallowing back a sob, you sprinted towards the town as fast as your tired legs could carry you.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?"

A solid wall of muscle slammed into you from the side and sent you flying. You hit an actual wall with a sickening crunch, pain erupting throughout your entire arm. Dislocated shoulder or broken arm, you couldn't tell which one through the blinding agony. You screamed, more so out of pain than wanting someone to hear. You already accepted your fate, the minute he found you. But that didn't make it any less painful.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this kill the most."

A large hand grabbef a fistful of your hair, yanking you upwards to meet his cold, murderous eyes. He was grinning wickedly, taking pleasure in your pain, and watched you squirm in his grip helplessly.

"If you're going to kill me, just get it over with!" You spat, not knowing where the bravery came from because of the immense pain emanating from your injured limb.

He tutted, "No, you gave me too much trouble. I'm going to make this slow and painful, just for you."

"Now that's no way to treat a lady."

A bright orange light filled your vision, but you couldn't tell what it was as you were suddenly dropped, the man who'd murdered your friends letting out a pained yelp. You lifted your head, dots swimming in your vision, but you were able to make out the familisr form of flames dancing along the man's chest.

"Judging from all the blood on your clothes, I'm gonna guess you went a little crazy tonight," another man was saying, but he sounded childishly amused. "Well, too bad it ends for you right here."

You turned to look at the owner, just as he flicked his wrist and sent more fire the murderous pirate's way. Pretty soon he was engulfed in flames, screaming and pawing at his clothes while trying to extinguish them. You couldn't care less, observing the man who'd saved your life.

He was tall and muscular, pale skin lit up by the ball of fire hovering above his palm. No, wait, his hand WAS the ball of fire. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but black shorts, black boots and a red cowboy hat.

You'd seen him somewhere before...

"Ah, good. I thought that might take a while."

You turned back to the man who'd killed your friends and had been chasing you up until now, only to see a crumpled black heap on the floor a few feet away. Your eyes widened, before you were suddenly lifted up into a pair of strong arms.

"I didn't need your help," you blurted out, "I was ready to die! I didn't want to be saved!" Tears formed in your eyes. You had nothing left. You should have died.

Ace frowned, his heart sinking. Your words brought a familiar feeling back to him, one that he hasn't forgotten but had tried to push away after finding a family in the Whitebeard pirates. He knew what it was like to feel the way you did, and it tugged at his heartstrings to find someone else like that.

Someone who didn't want saving, but desperately needed it.

He's so shocked that he almost forgets you need medical treatment. When he finally remembers, he says nothing and hurries back to the ship with you, his mind racing.

Two days later, your arm is in a sling and you're walking around the Moby Dick looking for the raven-haired commander that saved your life. The crew was friendly enough to you, and Marco had suggested more bedrest, but you wanted to see and thank Ace.

It was true that you wanted to die, yes, but after facing the kindness of someone you didn't even know, your mind had slowly changed. You were starting to feel grateful towards him, grateful for being alive.

"Hey! You're awake!"

You turned at the sound of the cheery man, spotting him coming your way. You relaxed slightly, not sure why you were so tense to begin with but relieved to see him.

"Yeah," you breathed out, "Your doctor works wonders."

"That he does," Ace grinned, before eyeing you up and down, "You look a lot better. I didn't get your name, though."

"Oh, it's (Name)," you told him, "You're Portgas D. Ace, right? Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates?"

"That's me. Glad to know I'm popular with pretty women," he flirted, sending you a smile that knocked the air out of your lungs.

You blushed, flustered, "Well I-I just wanted to say...thank you. I hadn't realised it before, but I didn't really want to die. Just thought I had no one left, and nowhere to go. So thank you for changing that."

Ace's smile only grew, so much so you feared it would tear his face in two, "You're welcome! If I'm being honest, I was glad to play hero for a beautiful woman."

Your blush deepened, his charms affecting you in a way that nothing else and no one else ever had. You found yourself at a loss for words, but thankfully he was called away so you didn't have to say anything else.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

The first time you tried to escape, you didn't realise they had a rotational watch schedule. And you hadn't realised that Ace was the one who was on watch that evening.

"Hey, (Name)! Where ya going?"

He smiled at you innocently enough, but his eyes told you he knew exactly what you were trying to do. After all, he'd done the same thing back when he joined. You were just too similar to him.

"Uh...nowhere?" You tried to lie, but you sucked at it. You couldn't even convince a potato if you tried.

"Hmm," he clicked his tongue. "This won't do. Maybe I should just tell Whitebeard, or should I keep this to myself in hopes that it doesn't happen again?"

You agreed to the latter.

The second time, Ace was actually sneaking out of the kitchen with some food when he bumped into you. He raised his eyebrow as your eyes widened, your face giving away your intentions entirely.

He tsk'ed, "Again, (Name)?" He pouted. "You promised, you know."

You sighed and went back to your room, dejected. You could hear him laughing as he walked past your room, and you rolled your eyes as you laid back down to sleep.

The third time, Ace was prepared.

And he had made a trap for you. Which you fell right into, which is why you were now wriggling around in one of the smaller boats, wrestling with a net.

"This is getting old, you know," Ace chuckled as he loomed over you. "Trust me, I know all the tricks. I was you once."

After the fourth and fifth times, you gave up. Ace wasn't going to let you leave, and as the days went by and you got closer to him and the crew, you found your will to leave slowly sapping away. You eventually realised you wanted to stay, having found a family and healed - if only a little bit - with the Whitebeard crew.

One year passed, and you had almost forgotten about the man who'd tormented you. You'd had so much fun with the Whitebeard Pirates, Ace in particular, that you hadn't thought much of the incident. It was getting easier and easier to rid your mind of the gruesome image of your deceased friends month after month. Each adventure left you happier, lighter, and you soon found yourself finding happiness once more.

The pirate life was truly meant for you.

Two years passed, and your time with the Whitebeard crew had become the best of your life. They were practically your family now, and you spoke about and to them as such. You never forgot what happened to you, but you barely thought of it anymore. Not when your head was filled with thoughts about a certain 2nd division commander, with whom you'd fallen in love.

"Ace, stop!" You giggled as he scooped up some batter from the bowl you were mixing it in. You were baking cookies, but Ace was determined to be a menace and sneak in fingerfuls of batter each time you looked away.

"Can't help it," he whined, "It already tastes so good!"

"I haven't even baked it yet!"

"Well then imagine how amazing it'll taste after that!"

You knew he was trying to flatter you to get out of trouble, but you did not care because it was working. And you hated that it always worked, especially with him, because he made your heart race and gave you butterflies.

The days following that included Ace following you around, which you found a little strange since you didn't know why. He would never tell you the reason, always saying something stupid like "you smell good" or "im your bodyguard". You knew he was doing it to tease you, but you couldn't help feeling giddy over the fact that he was choosing to gift YOU with all of his attention.

"Okay, come clean for real this time," you finally approached him one night he was on watch, sitting down next to him. "Why have you been following me around? Teasing me all day, everyday?"

He turned to you, thinking for a moment before speaking seriously for the first time in his life, "Because I'm in love with you, (Name). I didn't want to tell you because I wasn't sure how you'd react or what you'd say, but that's what it is since you wanted to know so badly."

Your eyes went wide, heart thumping like a drum in your chest, "You...you're in love with me?"

He nodded, looking down at his shorts, "I am. These past two years, getting to know you...well, I never really considered the idea of love. But finding you changed that. We're so alike, but also different in ways that complement each other. If that makes sense, I'm not sure it does."

"It does," you smiled slowly, looking out over the water. "And that's really sweet. No one's ever said something so sweet to me before."

"Really? I find that hard to believe, you're so pretty and cute."

Cue the blush, "Yeah, well, I didn't really like anyone before you," you admitted. "Never paid attention to men much, until you barged into my life." You laughed. "You've made me feel so welcome, so comfortable, so happy. You've given me a sense of peace after what happened, and I'm so thankful to you for that. You saved me in more than one way, Ace, and I'm madly in love with you for it."

Your confession took a bit of time to register in his head, but once it did he was smiling goofily and grasping your hand in his. You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as the two of you spent the whole night holding hands, watching the ocean, and - your favourite part - sharing many heartfelt, intimate kisses.

You were eternally grateful to and for Ace, the man who'd saved you without your permission but eventually earned your heart.

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #one piece x you #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you

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dollhouse-lied · 1 month ago

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Tear you apart: a creepypasta fic

Ticci toby x jeff the killer

MASSIVE FUCKING WARNING: this fic is of NONCON, AKA RAPE. If you dont wanna read that, dont! And dont come crying into my inbox either! I dont wanna hear it!!!!

Uhhh warnings besides that one is nondescriptive gore, overstim, general violence, oh yeah theres a corpse, DD-DNE

1.6k words, i wrote this cause i hate my job, enjoy~

The door slammed, the two men covered in blood and dragging a corpse.

“You got me fucking stabbed dipshit, of course im telling slender!” Toby screamed, gripping his side to try and stop the blood. Despite not being able to feel pain, he could definitely feel bloodloss.

“Oh of course, slenders little pet can't handle it, he has to run to his daddy doesn't he?” Jeff mocked, dropping the corpse and stomping its head as hard as he could, spraying brain matter all over the basement floor.

Toby grew enraged, eyes darkening. “What the fuck?? We have to clean that you asshole!” His breathing hitched, clearly feeling weary from the blood loss. He pulled off his hoodie, the bloodsoaked tshirt underneath clinging to his skin. “Your lucky i like you, or i would beat your ass,”

Jeff snickered, pulling his knife from its sheath. “Oh you like me, do you?” He cooed. He walked over to Toby, stopping inches from his face. “You like me baby?” He mocked, face twitching with rage.

Suddenly, Toby hooked his fist into Jeffs face, catching the killer off guard. He stumbled a bit before finding his footing, punching Toby in the jaw with a grating sound.

Toby didn't react, simply cracking his neck as Jeff watched him. “Ok, we are gonna do this,” he growled, reaching for his hatchet that was leaning on the wall.

“Oh yeah? You want to go there? Im not afraid of you rogers, you know im more valuable than you ever will be, stop lying to yourself. The best thing you can do is apologize and we can move on, or we can do this my way. Got it, mutt?” Jeff sneered, eye twitching.

“I.. am not.. a.. MUTT,” Toby screamed, spit flying from his cheek gash as he charged at Jeff, kicking him in the gut. Jeff gasped before quickly securing the handle of Tobys hatchet before it hit him in the top of the skull. He knew he had the upper hand, he was bigger and stronger than Toby, and Toby seemed to also realize.

“So we are doing this my way huh rogers?” Jeff giggled, ripping the hatchet from his hand and throwing it to the back of the dissection room, hitting the table as it went with a clang.

“You.. bitch…” Toby spat, struggling against the grip Jeff still had on his wrists.

“Mhm, what is it baby?” Jeff mocked, quickly pulling Tobys arms to behind his back, dislocating them with a pop. He turned Toby around and forced him on the table. “You made yourself a pretty little mess huh?”

Toby fought against his grip, but his shoulder muscles were weak, torn and completely useless to fight him. The panic was starting to set in.

“Let me go!” He shouted, freezing as he felt his jeans slide down, his boxers covered in blood on the side of the wound. He flailed against Jeffs grip, trying anything to get loose.

There was suddenly a soft sound of a zipper, making Tobys blood run cold. He lifted his head up, only for it to be slammed into the cold metal slab so hard it made his head spin.

“Jeff, please, please god dont do this, let me go, this isnt funny-”

“Shut it. You did this to yourself.” Jeff coldly barked, pulling Tobys head up by the hair and holding his knife to his throat. “What should i do with you first, hm?” He giggled, making a light cut on Tobys neck as Toby gasped.

“Please, let me go, please,” Toby begged, genuine fear rising in his voice, trembling.

Jeff lifted Tobys shirt, exposing the stab wound. He looked at it, admiring it before sticking his fingers inside and laughing at Tobys shudder. Sure he couldn't feel pain but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Toby was gasping, trying to pull away from his fingers entering his abdominal muscles. Jeff removed the knife from Tobys throat for a moment before slamming his head back into the table. Toby made a gurgling noise, blood pouring out his nose.

“Please…” he whispered, feeling even more lightheaded than before. Jeff laughed.

“Your so fucking cute aren't you?” He mocked, pulling a dazed Toby up by his hair. “You wanna feel my dick in there?” He whispered, reveling in the fear in the males eyes.

Toby weakly shook his head no, and Jeff removed his fingers as Toby gasped.

“Ill save that for later, i want to do something else first,” Jeff muttered, slowly sliding down Tobys boxers with his blood soaked hand. He slapped Tobys ass, leaving a bloody handprint on it as Toby moaned. Jeff laughed. “Your such a fucking whore, you cant even control yourself can you?”

“Fuck… you…” he groaned, struggling to focus his eyes and panting as blood dripped down his face.

“Ill fuck you baby, i will, cause your such a fucking whore, right?”

Toby hesitated, and Jeff noticed. He started to slam his head into the table, stopping centimeters from the cold metal.

“Now listen to me mutt, we are gonna do this my way. Your gonna repeat what i tell you to, and your gonna love it aren't you?” He hissed, watching Tobys tears hit the metal table.

“Yes,” Toby weakly whispered, his head getting yanked back up with a crack of his spine.

Jeff leaned into his ear “Yes what?” He murmured into his neck.

Tobys face grew warm with embarrassment. “Yes sir..” he shakily cried, sighing with relief when the grip on his hair loosened.

“Good girl, your a good girl, right?” Jeff sneered, putting the knife back to his throat.

Toby sobbed loudly, feeling the knife's pressure on his neck increase. “Im a good girl,” he murmured, hearing the clothing shifting off of Jeffs body. He felt the wet head of Jeffs dick touch his exposed hole and made a noise of defeat, somewhere between a moan and a sob.

“Yeah, yeah you are Toby, your my good little bitch, my good little whore, and your gonna take this like a good princess, aren't you?” He mocked, shifting the grip on Tobys wrists to spit on his hand and rub it on himself.

Toby let his head drop to the cold metal table, completely defeated as his vision blurred. “Yes sir,” he muttered, the blood flow from his nose starting to slow.

Jeff snickered, quickly inserting himself and grabbing Tobys boney hips. Toby moaned, the sound of the table sliding vibrating in his ears.

“Louder baby, i wanna hear you be a good whore for me,” Jeff growled, watching as Tobys dick twitched and dripped, laughing.

Tobys face was bright red, drooling and crying on the table. He moaned loudly and uncontrollably, hating himself for feeling so turned on. He wasnt proud that he was getting worked up, he hated how fucking good it felt.

Jeff sped as fast as he could, snaking his hands up to Tobys wound, sticking his fingers in and out, tearing the flesh with the force. Toby made a soft whine, his head spinning.

“Stop… pl- please..” he whined, the corners of his vision going black as he faded to the edge of consciousness. Jeff watched in glee as he rolled his head back.

“You want me to stop baby?” He snickered, removing his blood soaked hand from Tobys side. Toby weakly nodded, moans still escaping his mouth despite his attempts to hold them back.

“Pl… please..” he cried, internally praying that he would black out to stop the humiliation.

His body shook as Jeff continued. Jeff noticed this, and he giggled shrilly. “Aww, is my good girl about to cum?” He waited for a moment, but got no response. He yanked Tobys head back by the hair, bloody snot connecting to his head from the table.

Toby made a slight gasping noise as Jeffs thrusts got more and more violent. “Cmon, you want this to stop dont you?” He growled into Tobys ear, groaning from holding back his cum. Toby nodded quickly. “Then say it,”

Toby sobbed loudly, quickly responding “im gonna cum Jeff, just fucking stop,”

Satisfied, Jeff released Tobys head as his breath shook. With a loud sigh, Jeff released into Toby. He quickly moved his still blood soaked hand to Tobys dick, pumping quickly as Toby came. Jeff didnt stop, going even faster as Toby screamed in pain.

“Fuck, knock it- fuck- stop- fuck,” Toby stammered, face red as he sobbed into the table.

“Mhm? You want me to stop?” Jeff huffed, still riding out his orgasm, head spinning from the power trip he was on.

“Yes, yes just fucking stop- aah-” Toby fought against Jeffs grip, getting nowhere.

“How bad do you want it sweetie?” Jeff said in a mocking tone, reveling in Tobys desperation.

Toby couldnt do anything but scream, desperately hoping that someone, ANYONE, would walk in and save him, knowing deep down that this wouldnt happen. No one gave a shit about him, not more than they did Jeff anyway. His muffled screams were pointless, no one was coming to save him.

Jeff removed his hands from Toby, seemingly bored with torturing him. He wiped his hands on Tobys shirt, making a disgusted noise at what came off. Toby gasped for air like a fish out of water, melting to the floor.

“And your not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?” Jeff glared down at him. Toby shook his head no while clutching his wound, seconds from blacking out. “Good. Ill get EJ to fix you up. Put your pants back on you sissy, you still gotta clean this mess up.” Jeff spat, kicking the corpse again as Toby pulled his pants up with the last of his strength before collapsing onto the floor.

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Side note i really hate my job not cause its hard but cause im not caught up on lolcow video essays and im only half joking when i say that

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #jeff the killer #ticci toby #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta smut #jeff the killer smut #ticci toby fanfic #jeff the killer fanfic #ticci toby smut #dddne fic

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crinkled-emotions · 4 months ago

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jake + 25 (from the 2022 list) or Jake + 1 (2024 list)

maybe with bradley as unwilling/less than thrilled caretaker if you’d like? (or not i don’t really mind im just happy to be here hehe💛💛)

Anon please know I never forgot this, it just took me so much longer because I dislocated my shoulder at reformer pilates 🤦‍♂️. I also went away for three weeks but that's mostly unrelated.

Jake + 1 "I'm not hungover, just sick" (or vice versa)

I saw twisters before I went to Victoria for a month and GIRL (gn) if I wasn't so stale with my writing I'd be smashing out all the fics about that dude with a huge... cowboy hat.

Resting his body against the doorframe to the ensuite in a move all too familiar, Rooster raised an eyebrow.

"How many did you have last night?"

Hangman, better known as Jake, sweetheart, or asshole depending on who he was terrorising, slowly lifted his head from the toilet.

"Roo, didn't you ever learn it's rude to ask a lady that?"

Bradley leaned down, offering him a hand.

"Nothing's rude when it's you. C'mon, I've got toast for you."

Jake grumbled, wrapping an arm around Bradley's shoulder and letting him take most of his weight as they headed for their bedroom door. His stomach flipped and Jake grasped Bradley's shoulder.

"Stop, wait."

Rooster did as asked, frowning as he rubbed slow circles on his partner's back. They stood still for a moment while Jake tried to keep his insides... inside. Considering it was still relatively early in the morning, they could afford to take the morning routine at a slower pace.

"I'm gonna puke again," Jake complained. Bradley sighed, turning them back toward the bathroom.

Taking a seat beside Rooster in the meeting room, Phoenix leaned over to whisper to him.

"Hangman was really drunk last night; you two good?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. I didn't realise he was that fucked up."

"Dude."

Phoenix sent Rooster a look, reaching for her pen.

"Do you not remember when he landed himself on your lap and didn't say a word for the rest of the night?"

Rooster did in fact remember that; he'd been in the middle of a conversation with Coyote and Bob when Jake had ambled over and plonked himself right on Bradley's lap. He'd then turned his head from the group and stayed there the rest of the night. In all honesty, Bradley just figured the alcohol had hit him a little harder than he'd expected but he couldn't remember Jake drinking that much.

"And then when he puked in the parking lot-"

That Bradley didn't remember.

"Wait- what?"

Phoenix's eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head.

"Wait; did Jake not tell you?"

"When was this?"

Phoenix thought for a moment.

"It was really early. Fanboy ran back to his truck to grab his wallet and saw Jake tossing cookies."

Rooster checked the time on his phone, glancing toward the door. Jake had said he was going to the bathroom before their meeting but that had been almost ten minutes ago. Phoenix gently nudged his side.

"Go see if he's okay."

"I hate when he doesn't tell me shit. I'll be back."

Rooster stood, grabbing his water bottle from his bag and exiting the meeting room.

The men's room was a little too quiet for Bradley to be confident Jake wasn't in there. For someone who was the life of every party ever, the minute he wasn't feeling well he got... sneaky. Bradley was so used to it he walked to the furthest stall from the entrance to the bathrooms and gently knocked on the door.

"Can you let me in?" He requested. The lock clicked and Bradley found Jake sitting on the closed toilet lid, looking mildly unimpressed.

"Do you know my dump schedule or something?"

"Sure. C'mon, I'm taking you home."

"Did you clear it with Maverick?"

Bradley raised an eyebrow as if to say dude c'mon. Jake stood.

"Fine."

"Fine," Rooster mocked as he put his arm around Jake's waist and led him out of the (mildly disgusting) bathrooms. As an afterthought he swiped his hand across his boyfriend's forehead and Jake instantly recoiled.

"What are you, my mother?"

"Your mom doesn't hold a candle to me."

They shared a look. Jake stepped back into Bradley's arms, silent as the taller of the pair directed them to the exit.

"Now, here's what I'm thinking."

"Wow, did it hurt?"

"That's so cute."

Rooster leaned on the doorframe to the bathroom in a manner similar to that morning with an unamused look on his face, down to only wearing his boxers and a t-shirt. They'd come home and Jake had immediately started vomiting again (in the laundry sink, of all the places) so Bradley had called out for the day, a little worried he'd missed something a little more severe than a mildly unimpressed stomach. When they'd migrated upstairs it had triggered another bout of dry heaving. Jake, having shifted from on his knees by the toilet to sitting beside it with his eyes closed, grimaced.

"If I ever give Tasha shit for puking when she's drunk again, shoot me."

"Never."

Bradley stopped by the sink to grab a damp washcloth and, in a move he remembered his mom doing when he was younger, gently placed it on the back of Jake's neck.

"Are you going to be a pain in the ass if I take you to urgent care tonight?"

"I suddenly feel better," Jake deadpanned. His eyes remained closed. Bradley sighed.

"I expected as much. Go get in bed, I'll get you water."

"Roos."

Rooster paused, brushing his hand through his boyfriend's hair.

"I know."

It was like the world stopped spinning the second Jake got himself horizontal in bed. He'd been up and down all night, desperate not to wake his insomniac at best boyfriend, making frantic dashes in order not to hurl on the carpet in their bedroom. By the time Bradley's alarm had gone off there had been no hiding the smell of puke in their ensuite and the jig was up. Considering the night before, Bradley had just assumed he was hungover and that was how Jake wanted it. If he was hungover Bradley tended to be a lot less sympathetic and the last thing Jake wanted was to worry him.

Lying flat on his back, eyes closed, he kind of wished Bradley wasn't such a good person. It could be suffocating sometimes, coming from parents who were emotionally detached at best, to someone who loved with their whole heart. When Jake brought up how easy Bradley found it to love people he always credited his mom and her big heart.

"Here, I got water and crackers."

Jake opened his eyes just enough to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend coming into their room, pausing by his side of the bed with something before rounding to Jake and gently cupping the back of his neck.

"Sit up, you need to drink some of this."

Jake did as asked, relieved when Bradley's hand didn't move from it's spot. He offered the bottle of water and Jake hesitantly took a couple of sips, grimacing when it lit a spark of nausea and impending doom in him. When he didn't start gagging again he had another few sips then handed it back to his boyfriend. Bradley sat on the edge of the bed by his legs, squeezing Jake's hand.

"How are you feeling?"

"Rough," Jake finally admitted, "I thought I was hungover."

"I'm sorry, baby, I thought you were hungover too. How long have you been feeling like this?"

Jake shrugged.

"Couple days- the puking started last night, Roos, I swear if it started earlier I wouldn't have been drinking."

"Gatorade coming your way."

Bradley handed over the bottle, cool enough to soothe his throat but not enough to make his stomach hurt. Jake took slow sips, leaning against his boyfriend's shoulder when Bradley shifted to sit beside him.

"I'm just hungover," Bradley scoffed with a snort as he reached for his phone. Jake elbowed him in the ribs.

"Don't be mean, I'm sick."

"And now he's sick!"

"Roos."

Jake levelled his boyfriend with his best innocent face and Bradley sighed as he pulled Jake into his side.

"You're lucky you're not an asshole all the time."

#Top Gun: Maverick #TGM #Top gun maverick #Jake Seresin #Hangman #Jake Hangman Seresin #Callsign: Hangman #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Callsign: Rooster #sickfic #sicktember 2024 #emeto warning #tw emeto

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 2 months ago

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Finally it’s the stories where Magic is watching season 8 and can tell that we’re gonna get canon Buddie and has decided to get involved to speed things along! Which is honestly so valid of Magic I would do that too if I could

⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️ (It makes me so happy that every story with a bucktommy breakup is now just realigning with canon! We love BtBones! And we love this fic! I still have no real clue what’s happening and it’s delightful!! Loving the ride!)

🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️ (IM. SO. NORMAL.) (No I’m not but that’s okay! Is this another “buddie sees snippets of their future” type story and that future includes a Nico? I love your other ones like that and I already love this one too!!)

I hope you have a nice time in Jamaica Cal! And I hope you enjoy the continued journey of Getting Eddie Out and getting Buck off the hamster wheel and the return of Brad and HotShots! Wow I really love this show right now (and always) and I’m so glad to share it with lovely people like you!

- PCA <3

HELL YEAH TO THIS THEME TOO.

And thank you! Jamaica was awesome. Very affirming career wise. And YES I am loving it!

78 for ⚖️ (THANKS! You are going to find out a bit more of what is happening here.)

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She sighs. “My name is Nemesis.”

“Oh,” Buck replies, concealing a grimace. Parents were edgy then? Then Buck remembers the scales on his arm. His mind flashes to an illustrated mythology book that Chris once showed him. “Or… Wait a minute. You’re not saying you’re that…”

She nods. “The very same.”

Buck’s shoulders drop. “Okay. That’s… That’s not real.”

“Oh? It’s not?” She raises her eyebrows, casually amused. “You’ve seen yourself this week how very real I am.”

Buck swallows. He can’t deny that.

“What did you do to me?” Buck asks. “And how can I get my life back?”

“Oh, you can’t. Sweet thing. You just can’t. It’s gone.”

“Gone?” Buck echoes.

She nods. “I’ll break this down really simply. I haven’t had a proper representative over in these parts for… Well, since 1911.”

1911.

Why does Buck know…

Oh.

“That’s the year Billy Boils died,” Buck says.

She nods. “Mmm. Sad time. Even sadder? How long it has taken to find a replacement.”

Buck feels queasy. “Me? I’m the replacement?”

“No one else that came in contact with the body was quite right,” she says. “Too power hungry. Too selfish. Too weak. You, though? You’re just right.”

“I knew I was cursed,” Buck hisses.

“Cursed?” She protests. “No, it’s a gift! How many times do I have to say that?”

“Maybe I’m too stupid for it, then,” Buck says. “Should probably revoke it.”

“The only revocation is death, Evan Buckley,” Nemesis snaps.

He pales. Fuck.

“I almost did die,” he reminds her. “How is that a gift?”

“Oh, well that’s all part of it,” she shrugs.

“All part of it?” He demands. “I got so sick they told my family I was on death’s door. That was you?”

She nods. “It was.”

“I was covered in boils!”

She nods again.

“You dislocated my shoulder!”

This gives her pause. “I did what?”

“Uh… When my shoulder dislocated just like… Just like I accidentally did to Billy.”

She snorts. “That was all you.”

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144 or 1k for 🌤️ (THANK YOU! It's a trope I love to write and I missed Nico!)

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Also that Eddie’s not far off. But still. Eddie plans on holding this over his head.

But that also means… Chris is twenty. Twenty.

He opens his messaging app and searches for Christopher’s name. He’s right at the top. According to his phone, they talked the day before. He scrolls up without really reading. They talk a lot. That’s a good sign. Better than their current state of affairs.

Eddie takes a deep breath and hits the call button.

It rings a few times. Enough that Eddie starts to get nervous Chris won’t pick up.

But he does.

“Dad?” An adult male voice answers groggily.

Eddie finds himself smiling and shaking a little, all at the same time.

“H-hey, Chris. Hi.”

“Is everything okay?” Chris sounds a bit alarmed.

“What? Yeah. Yeah, of course. I was just hoping to talk.”

“At seven in the morning on a Saturday?”

Oh. Whoops.

“I mean, I expect this from Buck, but I thought you were reasonable.”

“Oh, wow. Sorry. I didn’t realize the time.”

“Nico wake you up stupid early?”

“Something like that… Hey, uh… Speaking of Nico. Uh, your brother.”

“You’re being weird. He okay?”

“Yeah. He’s great,” Eddie guesses. He thinks so anyway. “But he wants to put up the Christmas tree.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m coming over Monday night, right?”

Monday night. That’s why Nico was asking how many days. Okay, that’s not so long to tell him. But… But what if Eddie and Buck are back to their proper timeline by Monday night? Which would be ideal. Eddie should get back to his proper life. Ideally. But… But how can he miss this chance either? To see Chris, twenty years-old, and not… Gone from his life? A Chris nearby and in frequent contact? Or, at least Eddie assumes he’s nearby. If he can just pop over for Christmas tree decorating.

“Yeah, Monday. We can do that. Uh, you busy today, though?”

Eddie has no idea what he does or where he lives or what’s going on in his life. This might be an absurd ask.

“Uh… I was going to do some schoolwork, but I guess I could postpone it.”

Normally, Eddie would say no. Don’t put off schoolwork for him. School comes first. Whatever school he’s in these days. But… But Eddie really needs to see him. He hasn’t seen Christopher in months, and he’ll take him at whatever age he can get.

“Is that… Is that okay?” Eddie asks. “I mean… There’s sort of an adorable kid really hoping it is.”

Chris chuckles. “Yeah, that’s okay. You good to pick me up?”

Eddie exhales, relieved. “Yes! Just tell me a time that works.”

They agree upon a time and end the call. Eddie is so happy he feels like he’s floating. It only takes him a minute to realize he has no idea where Chris lives.

🌤️

Buck is pretty excited to hear that Chris is coming over. Less excited to learn both their ages. Because what? That’s an insane amount of time to miss. That means Jee-Yun is ten. Jee-Yun! That means… Well, is Bobby still working at the 118? Are Buck and Eddie still working at the 118? There’s a lot to catch up on. A lot Buck feels uncomfortable to have missed.

Buck is less excited when - through helping Eddie search his Google Maps history to find what must be Christopher’s apartment - he realizes Eddie will be collecting Chris by himself. Meaning, Buck will be staying home with Nico. Alone. And, yeah. It sounds lame. He’s sort of afraid of his future son. If this is the real future. Which, once again, is somewhat dubious because of the whole Eddie marrying him part.

It’s not that he’s afraid of Nico specifically. The kid is adorable and pretty sweet. Buck gets the sense he’s a bit more hyper than the kids he’s used to. A bit less able to sit still. Always got something to do or say. He’s sort of busy. But… Well, that’s just kind of par for the course if he is Buck’s. So no concern there. He likes Nico. The problem is that he doesn’t actually think he wants to know him.

It seems cruel, right? Like fate or the universe or whoever is playing a very sick joke on him. One day he’s broken up with by someone who pretty much changed his life. The next, he’s being shown some sort of dream future he won’t ever actually get to experience. Nico isn’t actually going to be his. So the idea of getting to know him sort of hurts like a bitch.

“You’ll be okay,” Eddie whispers, seeing the hesitation on his face before he leaves the house. “You’re great with kids. You know that.”

It’s been about an hour since his call with Chris. They’ve finished eating. They’ve all gotten dressed. Buck has discovered Nico has an extensive collection of firefighter shirts, whether LAFD in origin or otherwise. He insists on wearing one today.

“I…” Buck sighs. “I know that. I just… I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain it.”

He doesn’t know how to explain this to Eddie. That he doesn’t want to look too hard at this beautiful fantasy life. It’ll come too close to admitting he thinks he would want exactly this. Exactly something that Eddie can’t and shouldn’t have to offer him. That’s an unfair expectation. Learn how to be queer because I really like playing house with you. Yeah, no. It’s there or it’s not, right?

“I’ll just be gone for a bit,” Eddie says. “Then we’ll have Chris as a buffer anyway.”

“You don’t think Chris will figure us out?” Buck asks.

Eddie looks skeptical. “Why would anyone, in a million years, ever guess this?”

Well, because not everyone is a raging cynic. But, Chris is twenty. Maybe he’s grown into his father’s brand of in-the-box thinking when it comes to the way the world works.

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enchxanting · 9 months ago

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our love is god [ethan landry x reader] pt. 10

read part 9 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: slight violence, blood, murderous fantasies, and obsessive behavior

a/n: that awkward moment when you go to college and forget how to write fic. lol <3. here you go, im getting back into it so just a short chapter.

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Dear Diary,

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!

How the hell could I let this happen? What the fuck?

How does fighting with your best friend turn into triple homicide? How does getting a boyfriend make you an accomplice? A few weeks ago I was a girl with a crush, and now my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

I didn’t sleep last night. Ethan dragged me out of the house into his car. I was shaking the whole time. It didn’t feel real. We were speeding back to my house, swinging wildly around corners, and I remembered the way Mindy’s sliced throat bubbled with blood. I threw up all over myself and the passenger seat of Ethan’s car. That only scared me more. I thought he’d pull over and kill me right then, he seemed so manic, but he only glanced over and laughed. Fucking laughed.

That wasn’t even the sickest thing, though. He finally got to my house and I went to get out of the car, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back so hard I thought he’d dislocate it. He didn’t say anything, but his expression was so terrifying I got the message: don’t say shit.

My parents barely noticed when I came home. They didn’t even realize I’d been out. Typical. My boyfriend killed the only people who cared if I lived or died. Except him, of course.

The sick thing is that I can’t forget that sweet, shy boy from the cafeteria. Whenever I see him it’s like I shut down. Like a deer in headlights. I’ve got no control over myself when I’m with Ethan. He brought me to his place, again. Just showed up in his car. I thought it was better to do what he wanted.

Thank god no school tomorrow.

Y/N

As soon as I close my diary, I feel a familiar presence behind my shoulders. I tense as he wraps his arms around my neck.

“Relax, Y/N,” Ethan says. “It’s like you saw a ghost.”

I’m still scared shitless by him, but his comment makes me so mad that I push him off and rise from the living-room couch. “What the fuck, Ethan?”

His mouth widens into a toothy grin. “A little dark humor, sorry. Just trying to lighten your mood.”

I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response. He rolls his eyes and flops onto the couch. “So, who’s next? Should we kill Anika? Could be another suicide thing– not much to live for after your girlfriend and her brother and his kinda-girlfriend bite it. Or maybe Sam? She’s the reason you were even at Tara’s place that morning, after all.”

My blood runs cold. I open my mouth to say something, but the door slams. “Jesus, kids, you’re sure making a lot of fucking noise.”

Ethan’s dad waltzes in, smiling ear to ear. His shirt is partially unbuttoned and his hair and tie are askew. Sergeant Bailey smells like cigars, and I wrinkle my nose before I can stop myself.

Ethan rolls his eyes. “Celebrating, dad?”

The sarge pretends not to notice Ethan’s tone. “As a matter of fact, yes. We investigated and intercepted a pretty high-level bomb threat today. The captain took us out to celebrate. Still an asshole, though. I should be doing his job.”

“Bomb threat?”

“Yeah. A gnarly one, too. Some office building in the east of town. They put a Norwegian in the boiler room and a bunch of thermals upstairs that were gonna be set off after. Luckily the bomb squad got there before the clock reached zero. The captain…”

He keeps chattering about the details of his day and his “fucking idiot” of a boss, but it all fades out when Ethan gets that look in his eye again. I know this one: it’s the same look from the funeral. His eyes are stony. He’s forming a plan.

I can’t be in this house any more. I feel myself run out the door, and I almost make it to the street before a tight grip fastens itself around my waist. I kick and yell but to no avail. Ethan tightens his grip around me and kisses me, muffling my screams. I’m so claustrophobic, I can hardly breathe.

As he deepens this kiss, I do the only thing I can think of: I bite his lip, hard. He yelps and lets me go, and we both fall back onto the grass. He brings his hand down from his mouth, and I can see a trickle of blood on his fingers. “Cute, Y/N. Very fucking cute.”

“Leave me alone. We’re done. Whatever this thing is, it’s over.”

He grins, and there’s blood in his teeth. “You can’t bring them back. You’ve got to know that.”

I feel hot tears welling up. “I’m not trying to bring back anything, you psycho, except maybe myself.”

His face hardens. “I love you, Y/N. I love you a whole fucking lot. I’ve made that pretty clear. And you know what I can do. To anyone. For you. To you. So you’ll be back.”

His threat makes my head spin. I scramble back towards the road. For a second, I think he’s going to follow me, but he makes no move to get up.

When I hit cement, I turn on my heels and run. The sting of the wind burns my tear-tracked cheeks, but I don’t stop or slow until I’m safely upstairs in my bedroom with the door locked.

Dear Diary,

Am I going to homecoming, or hell?

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jungkooksfallenangel · 2 years ago

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did that hurt? | jjk

pairing: non-idol jk x female reader

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: Jungkook never thought you being cornered by a drunk guy in a bar would give him an opening to finally let you know how he feels about you at 2am.

word count: 4K

warnings: Drunk guy being creepy but nothing graphic. Someone gets punched and someone gets slapped in the face but nothing graphic.

a/n: Hello! This is my first jk fic and im really excited about it! If you know me from my other blog thank you for following me here to support me. If you are new to me, hello! As an army I obviously feel very inspired by our favorite 7 boys so I’m super happy to have finally made this account after debating it for a while. I hope you like it! This a lot longer than I thought it would be so im sorry about that! Idk if longer ones are annoying or not.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It could be fun.” you look up from your book, meeting big brown bunny eyes looking at you.

“I appreciate the invitation Jungkook, but I don’t think so.”

He takes a seat on your bed next to you, letting out a little huff. “Come on y/n, you should get out and have some fun more often,” he pouts, “you read too much.” he says as he takes the book out of your hand, folding the page you are on and tossing the book on your bed somewhere out of your reach.

You sit up, whining “Hey, I was reading that!”

“Not anymore!” he laughs, “Come on, Tae said he will pick your outfit and everything!” he says pulling at your wrist, trying to drag you out of bed without dislocating your arm.

“Jungkook…”

“I promise I will make sure you have a good time. We are just going to go for a little while and no one is gonna be getting super drunk or anything. Just to get out and take a break from work to listen to some music.” You give him a ‘seriously?’ look, “I will buy you all the bar french fries you want.”

You give him a questioning look, “Really?”

He flashes that bunny smile, he's got you, “I promise.”

“Ugh…” you groan, “Fine. Fine, I'll go!”

“Yay!” he says yanking you towards him, throwing you over his shoulder carrying you to the living room.

“JUNGKOOK PUT ME DOWN!” You yell, laughing and punching his back as you both make your way to the living room.

He laughs with you, “Your punches are getting better, they almost hurt! You are really improving!”

“Jungkook, why are you torturing her?" You hear Namjoon ask from the armchair in the corner of the living room.

“She said she will go with us!” Jungkook happily states, ignoring Namjoon, carefully setting you down on the couch between Jimin and Tae as he goes to sit on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.

“Thank goodness, Jimin said he would cry if you didn’t come with us.”

“Shut up Tae, I wasn’t going to cry.” Jimin argues as he pulls you in for a hug, pulling you away from Tae, “Don’t lie to her.”

“What? I am not lying. I literally heard you tell Hobi if she doesnt come and have fun you will cry!”

“Do you wanna die?” Jimin says to Tae with a straight face.

You put your arms around Jimin, giggling at their bickering.

“Okay, that is enough from you two.” Jin speaks up as he walks in from the kitchen.

You finally speak up, “Where are Yoongi and Hobi?”

“Hobi went to pry Yoongi away from work. As expected, it's taking a while.” Namjoon says.

You feel Tae tap your shoulder, you turn to look at him “Did Jungkook tell you I would pick your outfit?”

“Yes he did.” Tae smiles at your answer, “My closet is yours.” you say, watching his eyes light up.

“You won’t regret it, I'm sure of it.” he says very seriously, before he gets up and hastily makes his way to your room.

As he leaves Yoongi and Hobi enter the living room, “Did anyone make coffee?” Yoongi asks.

“It's 9pm.” Jin deadpans.

“Okay? Did anyone make any?” he asks again.

Jin matches his attitude, “No.”

Hobi interjects, “We are going out, you can have a beer. That will wake you up.”

Yoongi just groans, taking Tae’s seat on the couch.

“What time are we going?” You ask.

“I was thinking in an hour.” Jungkook answers.

You detangle yourself from Jimin, which he pouts at, before making your way to your room to see if Tae has made progress with your outfit. Jungkook follows after you.

“Did you pick anything Tae?” you ask.

He peeks his head out of your closet with a big smile, “Yes, and I think you are going to love it! What am I saying? Of course you will.” he walks over and places the clothes on your bed, leaving quickly to let you change.

Jungkook walks over to the bed, looking at what Tae has picked, lingering for a moment.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” you laugh.

He looks confused, “What do you mean? I'm not doing anything?”

“I need to change.”

You watch the light go on in his head, “Oh! Oh, sorry…I should get changed too.” He stumbles towards your bedroom door, but before he shuts it he turns back, “You better not take too long, or sneak out to avoid going!”

You say nothing, just grab a throw pillow from your bed, throwing it at Jungkook. He manages to catch the pillow, throwing it onto your floor, laughing as he shuts your door.

****

“Is everyone ready to go?” You hear Namjoon ask as you walk down the hall approaching the living room.

When you round the corner, Tae excitedly runs over to you. He grabs your hands, lifting them so he can see how the outfit looks, “See? Am I good or what?” he says proudly, making everyone else turn to look at you as they are all putting their coats on.

Tae lets your hands drop to your sides, “Give us a spin!”

“Taeeeee!” you groan, a little embarrassed by the request.

“Oh come on! We have to admire the outfit entirely! Come on….” he trails off as he grabs your right hand, pushing on your left shoulder to initiate a spin.

You groan again, just doing it knowing he wont let it go, “I hate you.”

“See? Was that so difficult?” Tae asks with a teasing smirk, making all the boys chuckle.

“Yes, yes it was extremely difficult.” You say as you rip your hand from his, making the boys laugh even harder at Tae’s shocked and dramatic face.

Jungkook makes his way over to you, handing you your jacket, helping you put it on. He is amused at your disgruntled expression, “You do look beautiful…” he says as he turns you to face him, your eyes wide in reaction to the compliment “So don’t be too harsh on him. Ok?”

You look at him for a moment, letting out a huff, “Fine.” making him smile. “I'm ready to go and get french fries.”

“Good, let's go then. Get this over with.” Yoongi speaks up impatiently.

“Don’t act like you don’t like drinking Yoongi.” J-Hope says, making Yoongi scoff.

“I do like drinking, I just would prefer to drink at home. Instead of being in charge of watching all of you.”

“You don't have to watch anyone because no one is getting out of control tonight, it's a low key kinda night.” Namjoon assures him.

“That means you Tae.” Jin says, looking Tae in the eyes with a stern look.

“Yeah, Tae!” Jimin agrees, “I don’t wanna have to carry you out this time.”

“Why do I feel like I'm just being targeted tonight? This is ridiculous.” he mumbles as he buttons up his coat, as you head out the door.

****

You are all sitting in a big booth, it's been about two hours since you got here and everyone is just relaxing, listening to the music and drinking their drinks.

You are sitting between Jimin and Jungkook, on your third order of fries. You are just thumb wrestling with Jimin when you feel Jungkook scoot closer to you. You look at him for a second out of the corner of your eye, seeing his eyes are not on you so you chose to just ignore it.

After a few more minutes he slings his arm over the back of the booth, tucking you into his side, “Jungkook are you ok?”

His eyes move away from his target to turn to look at you, you see him chewing on the inside of his cheek, “Yeah, im fine.”

You raise your brow, “Are you sure?” his eyes return to where they were looking, you feel his body tense.

“It's just…” he starts, turning back to you, “This guy has been looking at you the whole time, ok? It's giving me the creeps.”

You feel your heart squeeze at his words, “I appreciate that Jungkook, but you do know I'm capable of rejecting someone right?”

His eyes widened, “Yes of course! I didn't mean that you couldn't! I just thought–”

“Jungkook!” You interrupt, “It's okay I'm not mad. I just don’t want you to feel like you need to protect me all the time.”

He smiles sheepishly, “I promised I would make sure you have a good time! That includes scaring off guys.”

“I am having a good time, Don’t worry. You kept your promise.” You say smiling, grabbing another french fry to prove your point, but before you could put it in your mouth Jungkook grabs it with his teeth, snatching it out of your hand.

“Hey!” you shriek, while Jungkook dies laughing, “That's it! You broke your promise! I am no longer having a good time.” You say as you get up to leave the table.

“No, Don’t go, I'm sorry I couldn't help myself.” he says through his laughing, grabbing your wrist gently, “I'll buy you more!”

“I'm not leaving, I have to use the restroom.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No it's okay I won't be long. Be right back.”

He nods, letting go of your wrist. You make your way towards the bathroom, which is at the end of a hallway around the corner from the main bar area. You go in, thankfully it's not crowded so you don't have to wait. When you exit the bathroom you look down for a second to check your outfit, you feel someone approaching you.

“Hi.” he says.

“Hi.” you say politely, moving to step around him to walk away. He moves in front of you again, blocking your path, swaying a little.

“Y-you are very p-pretty.” he says slurring his words, clearly he is drunk.

You smile again, trying to be nice. “Thank you.”

He looks at you for a minute, not saying anything. You use this time to step around him again, another attempt to leave.

He grabs your arm pulling you back, “W-where are y-you going?”

You tug at your arm, trying to free it, “Back to my friends, 7 of them.” he just stares at you, “let go of my arm. Please”

Instead of saying anything, he grabs your other arm and pushes you back against the nearest wall, “I d-don’t want you t-to l-leave.”

You take a breath, trying to be logical, trying not to panic. “Look I'm sorry, I'm not interested.”

His grip tightens on your arms, holding you there. Again, not saying anything, just eyeing you.

“I will punch you.” you say, your best to sound confident, “If you don’t let me go in three seconds I will punch you.” you warn.

You count in your head,

One. still not moving.

Two. He begins to lean in closer.

Three.

You knee him between the legs, pulling your fist back, letting it go hitting him in the face.

“OW!” you say grabbing your hand, not realizing how much hitting someone's face would hurt.

You expected him to give up and walk away. What you didn’t expect was an open palm coming in contact with your cheek.

****

JUNGKOOK’S POV

"She has been gone a while. I Wonder if maybe there was a line in the restroom", I think to myself, knowing girls' bathrooms sometimes have that issue. I look down at my phone again to check how much time has passed.

“Jungkook, why do you keep checking your phone?” Jin asks, making everyone look at me.

“Don’t you think y/n has been gone too long? She said she wouldn't take long.” I ask.

“There was probably a line.” Yoongi offers, but It doesn't make me feel any better.

My eyes turn towards the restrooms, waiting for her to appear from around the corner…until I notice something out of the corner of my eye. The guy that had been staring at her isn't at his table anymore. I scan the room, looking to find the guy, thinking he just got up to get another drink or something. I don't see him anywhere. Something doesn't feel right. I shoot up from my seat, starting to panic, “Jungkook, what's wrong?” I hear Namjoon ask, but before I can answer Im running towards the hallway she disappeared into.

I hope my instincts are wrong, I really do. I hear a sound echo through the hallway as I round the corner, and then I see her on the ground, holding her cheek. The rest of the boys soon appear behind me with shocked and angry looks on their faces.

My vision goes red, I run over to the guy grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him against the opposite wall, causing the man to hit it and fall down, yelling in pain. I so badly want to beat the hell out of him, but I know that if I start I won't be able to stop and I will kill him, and she doesn’t need to see that. Y/n is my first priority.

I make my way to her, kneeling down so she can see my face clearly, to know she is safe now. “Are you okay?”

She looks up at me with angry, tear filled eyes and my heart shatters. I immediately pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her protectively, trying to shield her from all the prying eyes that have gathered at all the commotion. I hear Namjooon talking to security behind me as security grabs the man, taking him outside to get him out and away from her.

Jin approaches, penetrating the little bubble I created as he kneels down next to us, “Do you want them to call the police? Press charges?” He asks her.

I look down at her, her head nuzzled in my chest, nodding no. I make eye contact with Jin for a second before Jin speaks to her again, “Are you sure y/n?”

She nods yes.

“Do you wanna go home?” I ask her gently, feeling her nod yes again. “Okay, let's go home.” I turn to jimin, “Do you have her coat and bag?” Jimin nods, hastily making his way over to us.

“I'm gonna help you stand up, ok?” I grab her arms, helping her to her feet, holding on to her when I notice her legs are a little shaky.

Jimin gives me her bag, I sling it over my arm so I can help Jimin slide her arms into the jacket before zipping it up for her.

“Yoongi and Hobi went to bring the cars around.” I hear Tae say.

I nod, going to start walking, noticing she isn't moving, “Y/n?” I ask concerned, “Are you okay?” She nods yes, but im not convinced by the look on her face. I exchange a look with Jimin and Tae, before I hand Jimin her bag.

I slip one arm under her knees, one around her back, lifting her up bridal style into my arms, holding her firmly against my chest. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I feel my chest tighten as she clings to me, “Is this ok?” once again she nods, “Let's go home.” I whisper to her as I carry her out of the bar.

****

You say nothing the whole way home, just listening to Jimin and Tae bicker as Yoongi drives.

You feel Jungkook's eyes on you the entire ride, concern and anger all over his face, his hand touching your arm every few minutes just to remind you he is there as you stare out the window.

When you all get home you go straight upstairs, leaving all the boys concerned as they watch you wordlessly leave to shower off the night and put on comfy clothes so you can go to bed.

You get ready for bed, the house sounding quiet as you guess the events of tonight made everyone feel weird so everyone must have gone to bed. You turn off the lights, crawling into bed and pulling the covers all the way up to your chin.

About an hour goes by, you just staring up at the ceiling, mind reeling with too many thoughts to be able to sleep. You let out a huff as you get up from the bed, slipping your feet into your slippers and making your way to the kitchen to get some water.

You open the cabinet next to the fridge, trying to reach your favorite cup, but you are a bit too short to reach it.

“Do you need help?’ a voice startles you, turning around to see Jungkook, “Do you want me to get your cup?” he asks. You nod yes, moving out of the way so he can get to the cabinet.

He reaches up, easily reaching your cup, handing it to you, “Here.” he hands it to you.

“Thank you.” you said, a bit timid, but it makes him smile nonetheless to hear your voice.

He just observes you happily as you get water, happy to just see you walking around, looking normal. The moonlight coming through the kitchen window illuminates the room just enough for him to notice your bruised hand.

“What happened to your hand? Why is it bruising?” he walks over to you, waiting for your answer. He hears you mumble something under your breath that he can’t quite hear, “What did you say?”

“I punched him in the face…” you admit, not making eye contact, looking down at your water “That's why he hit me.”

“Let me see your hand.” he says with his hand outstretched for you.

You shrug, taking a step away, “It’s fine.”

He takes a step towards you, “Show me then.” he challenges.

He watches as you place your cup on the counter, taking another step back.

He lets out a knowing laugh, “We are not doing this y/n, show me your hand.”

As he expected, you took off running to the living room. “Now is not the time!” he shouts, laughing as he chases after you.

You know you can’t out run him, so you just hide behind the couch since all the lights are off.

“We are playing this game now? Fine. You know this will be quick.” he says with determination, not willing to lose.

You hear his footsteps approaching, before you can think about taking off again, “I gotcha!” he grabs your waist pulling you back into him, wrapping his arms around and lifting you up and carrying you back into the kitchen as you just laugh and wiggle in his arms.

He sets you on top of the counter with both hands flat on the counter on either side of your thighs, trapping you from running off again.

He gently grabs your bruised hand, cradling it carefully in his big hands to observe it, “It's bruising pretty bad, and your knuckles are swollen. Does it hurt?” he asks.

“A little bit.” you answer honestly.

“Can you make a fist for me?” you nod, doing what he asks. “Ok, can you open it and stretch your fingers out?” you do, and he smiles, “Ok you can relax it now.” he says, placing your hand gently on your thigh.

He makes his way to the fridge, opening the freezer grabbing an ice pack. He grabs a tea towel from a nearby drawer, wrapping the ice pack in it. He makes his way back to you placing the ice pack on your hand, holding it there, you wince.

“You must have got him good, huh?”

You shrug, “I guess.”

He breathes out a gentle laugh, “You punched him without breaking your hand, that means you punched him properly. I told you you were getting better, didn’t I?” he pauses for a moment, “I'm really proud of you.”

That makes you look up at him, feeling your face heat up, “Proud of me?”

He smiles, “Mhmm…” he adjusts the ice pack, “You defended yourself, of course I am proud.” his smile fades, “I'm just sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I’m sorry I convinced you to come with us when you didn’t want to. I am a terrible friend.”

“It’s okay Kook. It’s not your fault.” you assure him.

“I should have walked you to the bathroom, none of this would have happened.”

Your heart aches as you see the guilt on his face. “You did protect me. You teach me how to punch and kick, those skills protected me tonight. You protected me Kook.”

His heart swells as he looks into your eyes, admiring how they stare back at him. He moves in closer, breath fanning over your face. You don't think he has ever been this close to you. He lifts his free hand to grab your chin between his fingers, tilting it to get a good look at the cheek that creep dared to make contact with. “Is your cheek okay? It's still a little red.” you wince a little bit when he cups your cheek, catching you off guard, “Is the skin sensitive?” you nod yes, he nods back in acknowledgement.

You observe him as looks at your cheek, running his thumb lightly over it, “Does that hurt?”

“No.” you answer in a whisper.

He leans in even closer, your heart picks up as you can feel his breath on your cheek. You freeze as his lips brush up against your cheek, hovering there before lightly pressing them against your cheek.

He pulls away after a moment, keeping his face close, “Was that okay?” he whispers.

You nod, making him smile sweetly as he notices that you don't make any effort to move away from him.

You stare into his starry eyes as he lets go of the ice pack on your hand, lifting that hand up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear so he can fully cup your face in his hands.

You wince when his cold hand reaches your face, “Cold.” you whisper, your face red with embarrassment.

“Sorry.” He removes his cold hand, bringing it to his mouth to breathe on it for a few seconds before he places it back on your cheek, “Better?”

“Mhm.” You nod, not trusting your voice, too lost in him. Lost in the feeling of his hands on you, his face so close to yours, breath fanning over your face.

He leans in once again. His body now fully pressed up against yours as he stands between your legs, your heart is beating out of your chest.

He gives you one last look before he closes his eyes, gently pressing his lips against yours, making all the tension leave your body. You kiss him back and can feel him smile against your lips. His hands move, tangling lightly into your hair deepening the kiss. After about five minutes, he reluctantly pulls away from you, resting his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.

You think you hear him say something, but your blood is pounding in your ears you don’t hear him at first, “Hm?” the only thing you can say in your hazy post-kiss state.

He opens his eyes, pulling his head back just enough so he can see your glossed over eyes, and flushed face “Did that hurt?” he repeats.

Not trusting your voice, you just nod no.

He gently laughs at your state as he smooths your hair where he messed it up.

You zone out staring at him, wondering how we got here. You always wondered if Jungkook ever had feelings for you the way you have feelings for him, but you never had the guts to ask. The way he just kissed you, you don’t need to ask, he just finally showed you how he feels about you in the best way he knows how.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you feel yourself being lifted off the counter, your legs wrapped around Jungkook’s waist as you instinctively throw your arms around him, shoving your face into his neck, “What are you doing?” you mumble into his neck.

“Taking you to bed? What else would I be doing? You had a long night, you need to get some sleep.”

He carries you to your room, walking in and shutting the door with his foot. He sets you on your bed, pulling back the covers so you to crawl under. He kicks his slippers off and you give him a questioning look, “What?” he says when he notices you looking at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Too many questions!” he says dramatically as he crawls into your bed next to you, “I was going to join you, is that ok?” he asks, a little worried, hoping he didn't overstep.

“Yes, It’s ok.” You answer, making him smile and wiggle around happily as he gets comfy, putting his arms around you to pull you in so you can lay your head on his chest. He pulls the blanket up over your shoulders, moving your hair from your face before wrapping his strong arms around you, causing you to nuzzle deeper into him.

“I’ll protect you from now on, I promise. I keep my promises.” he assures you.

“Mkay Kook.” you answer sleepily.

“I also promise there's LOTS of more kisses coming your way…just so you know, I hope you are prepared to handle me.” You can hear the smirk on his face.

Your face heats up all over again, playfully hitting him in the chest with your bad hand, instantly regretting it as you wince. “You really got to be careful y/n.” he scolds, grabbing your hand “What am I going to do with you?” he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the bruises.

You say nothing as he does so, he can feel your body sinking into him again, going limp as you start relaxing again. He lowers your hand onto his chest, leaving it there as he engulfed you in his arms once again. Smiling down at you curled up into him.

“Goodnight, angel.”

"Goodnight, Kook."

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fic #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n

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aectpen · 1 year ago

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STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

m.list

synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 11: deal

the next day, rina woke up to a slew of good morning messages to hao.

haohao 🐼:

good morninggg nanabear

10:15am

good morning?

i rlly pulled out that cringey nickname for u

and this is how you repay me ?

11:00am

even he was weirded tf out..

12:15pm

you better be dreaming abt me

12:45pm

riri 🐼

i was dreaming abt juyeon actually 😘

good morning haohaobear

that doesn’t sound as cute as nanabear

haohao 🐼

yeah you're sick

and it’s afternoon now idk if you know this yet

riri 🐼

wrdgaf

what are you doing today?

haohao 🐼

im literally about to die of boredom

i kept scrolling youtube and got to the point where i’m watching a honey

badger fight off a bunch of lions

riri 🐼

you know what would make your day better?

haohao 🐼

hmm idk humor me

riri 🐼

buying breakfast and bringing it to meeeee

haohao 🐼

you're gonna give me a house tour?

riri 🐼

house is a strong word

it would take one 360 spin and you're done!

haohao 🐼

send me the address and i’ll be there asap

riri 🐼

this is why you’re my favorite person on the planet kinda

rina sprang up from her bed, eager to get ready to see hao. she may or may not have hastily stuffed everything in sight into her closet to create the illusion of cleanliness. when he said "asap," he meant it. in the midst of fixing her hair in front of the mirror, the doorbell buzzed.

"who is it?" she teased.

through the peephole, she could see his amused expression. "vogue 73 questions."

the moment she opened the door she yanked him in roughly.

“are you trying to dislocate my shoulder?” he pouted.

“my neighbor is on the balcony.” she closed the door behind him.

“you’re acting like i’m beyonce. i promise you the grandma living next to you has not a clue who i am.” he plopped on her couch, laying out the breakfast on the coffee table.

the two shared a meal while binge watching dramas. "watching" might not be the most accurate term; they chatted incessantly, offering commentary on every single scene. they were the kind of people you should never go to the movies with—they'd talk your ears off, sounding more like characters themselves than the ones on screen.

as they progressed through the episodes, they found themselves gradually edging closer on the couch. each thought they were slyly shifting a millimeter every ten seconds. eventually, they both scooted over at the same time, resulting in them turning to each other and bursting into laughter at their synchronized stupidity.

“you thought you were slick,” rina laughed at hao’s shocked face.

“me? you were doing the same thing!” he poked her side.

he gave in to his wants and snaked his arm around her, snuggling into the crook of her neck. even peppering faint, feathery kisses on her collarbone.

“hao, are you trying to put me into cardiac arrest?” rina whined.

as his kisses ventured lower, rina’s doorbell buzzed unexpectedly. they looked at each other confused as she wasn’t expecting anyone.

peering through the peephole, she was met with haemin and hyemi waving at her. she quickly turned to how and signaled him to go hide in her room. she opened the door just enough for her to stick her head out, “can i help you?”

haemin pushed the door open, “i thought we could all hang out.” she looked like she was looking for something, more specifically someone.

rina watched them make their way to the couch and tried to sneakily kick hao’s shoes out of sight.

“big breakfast?” hyemi snarked.

“can you guys come another time? i’m planning to go out right now.” rina knew she shouldn’t piss them off given what they know about her.

“where? can we tag along?”

haemin was almost a whole new person—someone that was one the sweetest best friend rina could ask for turned into somewhat of a mean girl. it was totally out of her character. it truly doesn’t take much for a friendship to turn sour.

“okay, i’m not going anywhere. what is this about?”

“is there a reason you don’t want us here?” haemin tilted her head with a mocking tone evident in her voice.

“what do you want from me. we all know what this is about; let’s not play dumb.”

“i have a deal for you,” hyemi walked closer to rina “get me jebewon’s phone numbers and address, and i won’t spill the beans about your little relationship.”

rina looked at the girls incredulously. she knew they had bad intentions but this crossed so many lines. haemin was always a big fan of idols, but never displayed sasaeng behaviors. this revelation was a punch to the gut for rina. it always hurts when someone you know so well proves that you didn’t know their true nature

“you don’t even have proof of anything.” she forced out a nervous chuckle.

“you think we don’t know about your park dates? could you be any sloppier?” an insulting tone laced in haemin’s words. “i know he’s in your room, you are so predictable, rina.”

“what would you even do with the phone numbers and address? they could easily change their numbers, and they have security.”

“we could sell information on them,” hyemi chimed in “it’s your choice, you wouldn’t want to see your baby boy get hate, would you?”

“text me your decision, or we’ll do what we have to do.” haemin said before the two finally left.

rina walked over to her room to see hao fast asleep on her bed, she could’ve sworn they only talked for five minutes. she sat next to him and smiled at his cute expression—eyebrows furrowed his lips slightly parted. however, her smile faded once she realized the choice she had to make. how could she possibly win in that situation? she knew the difficulties that would come with dating an idol, but she didn’t know those difficulties would arise from her supposed best friend.

she looked out her windows and doors to see if haemin and hyemi were watching her. she wouldn’t put it past them to do a stakeout for blackmail.

should we just stop seeing each other? she thought to herself. she didn’t want it to come to this, but she felt a great sense of guilt. dating scandals can very well ruin images. she didn’t want to be a source of stress and trouble for him and his group. all these thoughts caused tears to well up in her eyes and soon stream down her face. she didn’t want to lose him, but she didn’t want to hurt his livelihood. i can’t tell him about this.

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snaillamp · 8 months ago

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How do you have an example for everything? And I'm sorry to always find those. Duh you need a break. Get yourself a chocolate or something, spend half an your idly. And maybe hurt your whumpees.

Anything whumpy playing on loop in your mind recently?

~ Squishy.

Hhaha I have google and medical textbooks! Perks of studying medicine I guess.

I had a nice walk with my friend earlier and we shared a chocolate bar she bought, and I’ve been slowly munching on a block for a couple days now too. I’ve been having little naps and trying to look after myself cause I know how bad I can get if I don’t.

Recently I’ve had so many ideas floating around in my head. I’ve been working on the Origins of Enjar on and off and I’d say it’s about half way now! I’ve also been planning stuff for Cam and Roman, as well as Cody who is becoming my favourite Whumpee at the moment cause what’s better to whump when you’re stressed about medical studies than a doctor Whumpee.

My ideas so far are

Dislocated shoulder and bad concussion forced him to take leave and he realises he needs to look after his mental health more

Anaphylactic event

Self treating

Collapsing of exhaustion

Travel nurse comes to town

And finally

Taking down a corrupt doctor - this will be a good one :))))

Some of these ideas will be combined into one story, but along with Cam and Roman, and Enjar I’ve been busy.

Keh-yah is a whole other can of worms. I want to kinda specify why the angels want his knowledge, because when I started writing I didn’t really know and I had a few ideas but I didn’t like them. So far what I have is the angels want to raise an undead army because— I’ll leave that for you to find out when I publish it. The next chapter is mostly written, but my writing has really taken a hit because of all my study.

Hopefully I’ll have more time during my ambulance work, because oh yeah, im gonna be doing actual paramedic work in an ambulance all through June! It’s a mandatory training thing for all paramedic students and will be so great :D

#snaillamp #whump #snaillamp asks #squishyyyy :d

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minaharkers · 2 years ago

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all even numbers for merethel & all unevens for eriana xoxo

RIP okay im so sorry i lost steam so I'm gonna do two random evens for merethel and two random odds for eriana 🥲

2 - a letter written by your OC’s family member

A hastily written letter from Elrohir Lavellan left beside Keeper Deshanna Istimaethoriel Lavellan’s tent.

Keeper Deshanna,

I know that Ilyah and I are going against your will by leaving the Clan to find Merethel; but you and I both know Ilyah to be a headstrong girl and I doubt even tying her to a tree would keep her from tracking down her brother. I do not think I cannot bear to see both my daughter and son sail to an unknown land while I am still here. So I go with her, because I cannot bear to lose my daughter. And because I cannot bear to see my son in shemlen chains. I leave the craftsmaster position in my apprentice Seran’s capable hands until I return.

And I will return - with my daughter and son safe and alive.

Ir Abelas, Elrohir

6 - someone describing a time your OC helped them

A letter exchanged between two Inquisition agents

Fletcher,

You will not believe the encounter I had in the Hinterlands this week. As you know, Minstrel and I have been scouting near Redcliffe and have been lucky enough to keep abreast of the fighting between mages and templars. Well, our luck seemed to have run out when we encountered a nasty couple of rogue templars. Minstrel and I were able to dispatch them but not without dislocating my bloody shoulder. Poor Minstrel was doing his best to not completely lose it and pull my arm back in place when we hear someone frantically yelling at us to stop and here comes the Herald of bloody Andraste running towards us. Turns out he was something of a healer where he’s from and dislocated shoulders are common enough among the Dalish. One thing leads to another and I’m having my arm popped back into place by the Herald himself and he’s wrapping it in spare cloth and telling me not to move it until I see a healer. If you don’t believe me, Minstrel can back me up, I swear.

- Weaver

1 - an overheard conversation about your OC

“She’s something else, isn’t she?”

“Who?”

“The Warden-Commander, silly. I’ve heard stories, but seeing her in the yard today…”

“I know what you mean - the way she fights, I’m surprised darkspawn don’t turn tail and flee as soon as they see her,”

“Well, there’s one thing I’m certain of,”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t piss her off!”

— A conversation overheard between two Warden recruits in Amaranthine

15 - a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while

A letter addressed to the Warden Commander of Ferelden

Eriana,

I thank you for the last letter you sent me, it was very kind. I am gladdened to have encountered you in Amaranthine before departing for Nevarra. I do wish I could have stayed and talked much longer; our fireside chats are one of the things I miss dearly.

I hear some congratulations in order - Alistair must be a very happy man indeed to be married to the Hero of Ferelden herself! It warms my heart to see you two so happy.

I wish you well, child, and remember I am always here for you

Yours, Wynne

#ocs #oc: merethel #oc: eriana #rip sorry i lost steam halfway through

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jonesatheart · 1 year ago

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Alleyway

This is an alternate version is a scene from a current WIP, this scene technically takes place before Make It Stop. Raph is the only one who knows the details of the abuse at this point and no details are discussed here.

The last of the Dragons hit the ground with a groan. The woman they'd been harassing was crouched wide eyed and clunching her purse to her chest.

Leo offered her his hand while Mikey and Donny high-fived behind him. "Are you alright?"

"Who are you people?" She questioned.

Leo smiled kindly. "That's a little complicated. All you need to know is we're here to help."

She tentatively took his hand and Leo helped her to her feet.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, I think I'm-"

Casey suddenly cried out, clearly in pain.

"Donny, get over here!" Raphael snapped.

Leo turned and darted to his brother who was gingerly helping Casey to the ground.

"What happened?" Leo demanded and took Casey's other arm to help Raph keep him steady.

"I dunno, I was helpin' up and he just dropped on me."

"Mikey, go get my bag from the roof," Donny ordered.

"You got it, hermano!" He chirped and flipped up onto the fire escape.

"My knee," Casey panted, digging his heel into the ground and pressing back against Raph.

"Easy, pal, I gotcha, buddy," Raph soothed and held him against his chest.

"Pardon me," Donny said and bodily shoved Leo out of his way. He snipped out seam of Casey's jeans and ripped them open, drawing another cry of pain from Casey as he arched his back.

"It's definitely dislocated," Don announced. "Raph-"

"Yeah, I got 'im." Raph folded Casye's arms over his chest and held them pinned to his chest. He stopped for a moment and lifted Casey's mask from his face and set it aside. "Here, pal, let's get this off'a ya, so you can breathe."

"Casey?!"

Everyone turned, suddenly remembering the woman they had rescued. She jumped when a bag fell from the sky followed by another giant turtle.

Casey swore under his breath and dropped his head back on Raph's shoulder.

"Is that-" he started Casey nodded before he could finish.

"Leo, Mikey, one'a you get her outta here so Don can get this taken care of."

"Shouldn't we call an ambulance?" Jenna questioned.

"No," Casey said flatly. "No, I want Donny to do it."

"Casey-"

"I said, no!" He snapped, his chest beginning to heave.

Jenna jumped back slightly at his tone.

"My brother knows what he's doing," Leo assured. "Let me walk you home, okay?"

"I want to stay!" She argued and pulled her arm away. "He's my friend."

"Let's at least give them some space, alright?" He said and led her out of the alley way.

"I gave you a brace for a reason," Donatello growled under his breath.

"Hey," Raph cut him off. "Not now, alright? Just get 'im patched up so I can get him outta here, alright?" He leaned his head against Casey's. "I ain't gonna let her near you, okay?" He promised quietly.

Don's eyes went wide in realization and he nodded. "Alright. Deep breath, Case."

Casey closed his eyes tried to stay as relaxed as possible as Don straightened his leg, slowly guiding the dislocated kneecap back into place.

It clicked into place with another painful cry.

"Almost done," Donny assured softly he quickly plucked out a spare brace and skillfully wrapped it around Casey's leg. He moved to Casey's side and together he and Raph got Casey to his feet. "Mikey, get the manhole cover," Don ordered. "I'll hold on to him while you go down first, Raph. Once we're down, Mikey, you go tell Leo we left. Raph and I will wait here with Casey, while one of you bring the Battle Shell around."

#whumptober2023 #no.7 #alleyway.#tmnt #fic #my writing

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anime-and-toon-oc-time · 1 year ago

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(Mostly inspired by this. And various comic dubs)

*First meeting tengen*

Tengen:*tries to kidnap some of the butterfly girls to do a mission* I'll be taking them with me. *lectures Tanjiro then turns around* AND YOU! KNOCK OFF SPOOK GYOMEI! DONT GO AROUND LIKE A CREEP!

Kaito:huh. Rengoku was right....good to know he'll never lose me.

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Inosuke:*Going nuts running around a house in the entertainment district.* Huh? It seems I can only get my head in this hole NO MATTER! im a man that can bend in all ways! My joints can dislocate at will! *laughs as he dislocated every joint other then his head and goes down the Prey tunnel to get the demon.*

Kaito:*Hearing the whole thing.* the fuck was that!? You girls saw that right? I didn't have an auditory hallucination? Sir? Are you a squid? An octopus? HOW!? WHY!?

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*hearing Daki's complaints about being decapitated.*

Kaito:not what I'd be talking about....but then again I can't talk.

*hears her cry loudly* Kaito:ow.

*gyutaro starts to apper* Kaito:she's got a moving flesh tumor. Why is the tumor moving!?

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*After the upper moon 6 battle.*

*Sees Obanai give tengen crap for almost dieing to upper 6*

Kaito:*runs up grabbing him with one hand and shaking him using the other hand to whack him over the head while his crow Kazu is smacking around his serpent* WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!? ME AND KAZU SENT THE SOS 30 MINUTES AGO YOU CANT BE THE SLOW! I OUGHT TO STRANGLE THAT COWARDLY SIMPING NECK OF YOURS YOU MALNUTRITED SNAKE NOODLE MIDGET!

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Gyiuu:I'm just saying he's just..he has a tooth some tears eyelashes and even a dudes neck bone and then there's the blooded Kunai he said he had accidentally stuck in his shoulder!

Kaito:*overheard by accident.*Tanjiro the hell? That was my finger....

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*hearing how Sanemi treats Genya and hearing him stab Nezuko*

Kaito:as mama would say here..time to kick ass!

*hears him bully Eclair*

Kaito:*rolling a large rock* this counts as training right? So Noone can get after me for this, right? Hehehehehe.

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Tengen:like I said. I have three wives.

Kaito:HA ma, has you beat! 3 wives and a husband... or does rengoku count?

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Kaito:*Durning the Tanjiro fact segment* eh?

Zenitsu:*going on about how he finds it unfair that a gaint demon like Legion and as he says a jerk like Tengen has more then one wife and then rambles about how he'd like more then one wife and he muttered something and Kaito hears a mention of his sister.*

Kaito:*walks to a tree and rips it out of the ground, unaware of a few other slayer siblings. Also heard him.* SOMEONE GONNA SEE GOD TODAY!

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Shinobu:YOURE A LIEING PEICE OF SHIT!

Giyuu:AND YOURE A LIER WHO THINKS WHO CAN GET WHATEVER THEY WANT!

Shinobu:IM GETTING A DIVORCE AND IM TAKING THE KIDS!

Tengen:HA! Got you!

Rengoku:UNBELIEVABLE! I DONT HAVE A STRATEGY FOR THIS! I DONT HAVE A MATCHING COLOR OR NUMBER THAT MATCH!

Tengen:you're not supposed to announce that.

Sanemi:*About to hurt Mitsuri*

Mitsuri:*running away. Knocking a scrabble table over.*

Obanai:*Jumping at sanemi*

Kaito:...and people wonder why I play with Giyuu and Gyomei...and they're not here...*Goes to hide behind Kiki.* please save me. It's scary here.

Kiki belongs to @ask-kiyanah

And Eclair belongs to @cursetopia

Okay screw it give me a second and I'll have Kaito's inner thoughts just give me a second.

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motleyfam · 2 years ago

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hey! so its 4am and ive just finished my, um... fifth(?) reread of world's saddest breakfast club and like! aaahhhh!!!

do u got abything to tell us abt this story? like sbt the writing proccess or things u thought that did not make it in or hc or anything really. i dont have a question exactly, just wanted to hear you talk about it. im a bit. well. obssesed.

Oooh cool question! I definitely do!

World's Saddest Breakfast Club: Fun Facts

The opening line is a result of me angsting to @batmoniker about how I couldn't figure out how to start my fic, and her jokingly being like "I got you, bro. Ready? 'It was a dark and stormy night'" and then me just being stubborn and committing to the bit.

The story started with a vague idea of "everyone in the kitchen at 3am for different reasons and Jason channeling his inner short order cook." All I knew going in was the order I wanted people to appear, what was wrong with them (sick, hurt, insomnia, etc) and what food Jason would be making for them. Everything else I made up as I went.

If I could go back and change one thing about this fic, I'd reduce how long Jason was kidnapped to like, 6-8 days, max. 16 days seemed funny when I wrote it, but in hindsight, I feel like he'd be a little more fucked up in the story if he were really escaping from that many days of captivity lmao

I headcanon Dick as the kind of person who straight-up forgets to eat when he's preoccupied, and Jason as the kind of person who cannot FATHOM this concept. Jason absolutely will miss a meal if the situation calls for it, don't get me wrong, but he's aware the entire time he's doing it and it makes him super antsy. (This once turned into A Thing™ when Jason was like, 13 years old and staying with Dick for the weekend for some brotherly bonding and Dick forgot about lunch and by 5pm, Jason maybe sorta kinda had a minor panic attack about it. Dick was a lot more mindful of that moving forward)

Bruce's favorite food being lobster thermidor is a reference to the Lego Batman movie

I wrote this whole fic with Julia Child's recipe pulled up in one tab and my google doc in the other

At some point I realized that since I started with fresh lobsters, I was going to have to write Jason killing them, and it derailed me so hard that the fic nearly became about meatloaf instead. (Never mind the fact that Jason canonically kills human beings — that's totally fine. I just draw the line at him killing lobsters 😰)

(in the end I just kinda glossed over it and made sure they were already cooked before Damian appeared so I wouldn't have to address it 😬)

Dick's reoccurring shoulder injury is a reference to the DCAU where I swear that man has dislocated his shoulder/injured his arm at least 4x

The line about Tim being allergic/throwing up when he eats eggs was inspired by a line in chap 11 of @goldkirk's fic Hymn, which I've reread about 37x

Jason is correct— grits are fucking delicious and definitely not baby food.

My favorite line is "Okay there’s self-sacrificial bullshit, and then there’s whatever the fresh hell that is."

The idea for Cass being a big meat-eater comes from a comic panel where Steph offers her a plate of rice and beans and Cass says she needs meat and starts mischievously eying Steph's hamster. Can't find the panel to save my life, but I promise it's out there.

EDIT: finally found it!

Steph's nickname of "Zombie Boy" for Jason is borrowed from @audreycritter's Cor Et Cerebrum series (which is a fucking masterpiece, btw)

This fic was gonna be called "Creatures of the Night" until batmoniker said Steph's line made for a better title

Several people have asked me whether Jason was really cooking Bruce's lobster to spite him, or if he was actually intending to make it for him all along. The answer is... both? Like Jason's kind of an unreliable narrator in that he's trying to convince himself that he's just doing what he's doing to be a little shithead when deep down it's all stemming from his need to take care of his family, you know? Like he'll never admit it, but that's where his heart is at.

To everyone who's asked for a part 2 where the family finds out Jason was kidnapped, I'm gonna be honest: the main reason I don't think I'm ever going to write that scene is because I can't come up with a good enough joke for him to make to accidentally out himself 💀

#thank you so much for asking!#you're super sweet and I'm so glad you enjoyed the story

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teenandbeyond · 2 years ago

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hi!! this is my first time requesting in awhile and it might be a little specific? 😭 so thank you if you do it and its fine if not

anyways the request: so can i get a bakugou x reader maybe? (or kirishima if u dont want to write for him). reader dislocated their shoulder (dominant hand so they cant do anything) and is now on bed rest?? idk i just want comfort bc my shoulder has dislocated twice in 3 days n i have been struggling big time 💀 im used to doing things by myself and not asking for help 24/7

i hope this is coherent 😭

Bakugo x Injured. Reader

This is super late, huh? Hope despite that it still brings some type of comfort.

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

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💥Let Me💥 (MHA or My Hero Academia)

Warning(s): Cursing(But it's Bakugo, sooo), Fluff

Bakugo refuses to let you do anything by yourself in this state

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“What the hell are you doing?” you heard a familiar voice growl.

You turned like a deer in headlights, “Uh, um…I’m…praising the cabinets?”

Your friend and crush--but he didn’t need to know that--raised a blonde brow, “Praising the cabinets.”

“Yes! I’m very religious with them, they store our wonderful plates—”

“Stop with that bull crap, why are you up? You’re on bed rest.”

“It was boring. I'd just sit around all day and do nothing.”

He scoffed, gently nudging you out of the way, “Do you not understand what bed rest means, dumbass? You’re not supposed to be getting up, you’re supposed to be resting.”

“I know, Bakugo…I’m just…used to doing everything for myself, not being so helpless,” you sighed.

His shoulders dropped in a silent sigh, “Yeah, I get it. But you’d be an idiot to make it worse and never get better. School without you is boring, so you gotta get back as soon as possible.”

He groaned as soon as he saw the shit-eating grin on your face, distracting himself with continuing the meal you were making.

“You miss me, huh?”

“I don’t fucking miss you! You’re just one of the few people who can keep up with me!”

“That sounds like ‘missing’ to me.”

“Shut up!” he barked.

“Why are you here alone? Isn’t school over?”

He shrugged, “It is, everyone but me got punished. They have to stay an extra hour to train.”

“I’m guessing you passed the test because you’re way better than everyone else?” you rolled your eyes.

“Exactly. Yeah.”

With a huff, you shake your head.

“Cocky-ass.”

“Go lay down, why are you still here, nerd?”

“I’m watching you. It’s not often you get to see Bakugo Katsuki cook,” you grinned.

He turned to you with the darkest glare you’ve ever seen on him, “I swear if I have to tell you one more fucking time to lay down.”

“Fine! Fine!” with a pout, you make it to your room.

Thirty minutes later he comes in with a plate, setting it on the nightstand next to your bed.

“How in the world did you hold a steaming plate with your bare hand?” you blink in awe.

He actually chuckled at that, “I have explosions come out of my hands on a regular basis, I think I can handle a little plate, [N/N].”

“You and your nicknames,” you reach out to take the chopsticks.

“What are you doing? You’re not gonna be able to eat without your dominant hand. You can barely use the other one.”

You shrug, “Yeah, I’ve been trying to learn and use the other side so I can do more.”

You yelp as you drop the chopsticks you were awkwardly holding.

“How’s that goin’ for you?”

“Shut up! I have to figure something out, I’m hungry.”

“I…you,” he muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushing a little.

“What was that? You’re loud any other time,” your inquire with furrowed brows.

“I can feed you…”

“…”

“Oi! Don’t laugh!”

You stifle the laugh, “Well, I can’t laugh too hard anyway.”

“I just don’t want to sit and watch you complain about stuff.”

“Thanks, but it’s okay, I got it.”

Then you proceed to hiss as you trigger your shoulder.

“Do you, now?” a smirk twitched onto his face.

“Fine.”

You found yourself getting flustered as he fed you, surprised by how calm and gentle he was.

“Don’t swallow too fast, idiot! It’s not a race!”

In between eating, if you needed anything, he’d grab it for you.

“You know Bakugo, you’d be a good boyfriend,” you told him honestly.

“H-Huh?”

“You’re very caring--more than what it seems, anyway.”

His eyes flickered down to the plate to grab more food, “I’m not caring…you just…look so pathetic trying to do so much when you’re supposed to rest…I don’t want you to hold the class back by prolonging your injury.”

Considering how many pauses were in that sentence, you didn’t really believe his reasoning.

“It’s okay, thank you for caring about me.”

He growled leaning toward you, “I just told you—”

You kiss his cheek out of gratitude, “--Just take the thank you, Bakugo.”

Startled he pulls away, face darkening in color, “I—You—Dumbass! Don’t do things like that so suddenly!”

You hear a knock at your door, “Hey, [Name]! We’re all back now! Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

You smile, “Thanks, Eiji! But Bakugo’s been helping me, so I don’t need anything right now!—You can come in, I don’t bite, you know!”

Once Kirishima enters, he looks in between you and Bakugo, seemingly putting pieces together.

Then he gives Bakugo a look that you don’t understand.

“Shut up, Shitty Hair!”

He chuckles, not able to hide his smirk, “Hm? But I didn’t say anything, Baku-bro.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!”

“No, what are you talking about?”

“Stop playing innocent!”

You smile, warmed by their banter.

“That looks good, can I take a bit, [Name]?”

“No! That’s just for [Name], you don’t get any, Kirishima!”

You pout, “Aw, why can’t he get any, Bakugo? He only wants a bite.”

“T-that’s because…Shut up!”

“We didn’t say anything…”

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo #bakugo fluff #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x you #bakugo comfort #anime #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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robinrites · 2 years ago

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Day 17: Lesson Learned

Happy Day 17 of Whumptober!

Prompts: Hanging by a Threat, Stress Positions, Breaking Point, Reluctant Caretaker

Summary: Villain has gone and finally upset the wrong people. At least his boss Supervillain will always have his back...right?

Villain wasn’t stupid, he’d known this was going to hurt, hell he’d done it to his captives hundreds of times, but damn he thought he would’ve lasted longer before reaching his breaking point. His arms are in chains above his head, his feet just barely unable to touch the ground, unless he stretches, but he can’t help but worry that if he tries to rest his feet on the ground for too long he’ll dislocate his shoulders. Or maybe they’re well past the point of dislocation, all he can really feel is a sort of tingly numbness. Villain can’t help but laugh at his current predicament. Who would’ve thought that after all this time, he’d be put in this position.

“Alright! You proved your point!” He yells to no one in particular.

No one has entered the room since he woke up about two hours ago. The two hours is just a guess, based on where the shadows of the room were when he woke up and where they are now. There’s one medium sized window on the right side of the room, directly in his eyeline, and he has a feeling that once the sun starts to set it’ll be right in his eyes. Beyond that he seems to be in an industrial warehouse, probably one of the abandoned ones on the outskirts of town. Villain tugs on the chains holding him, hoping that maybe whoever set them up didn’t do it right, but they barely even budge.

“Hello!”

Villain hears someone tut, then suddenly feels a hot breath on his shoulder. The mystery person grabs Villain’s shoulder and spins him around so he is facing his captor.

“Supervillain?” Villain smiles, “Thank god it’s you, some idiot must’ve gotten the jump on me and strung me up here then left. I think there should be some sort of lever or pulley system to get me down…” Villain trails off as he notices Supervillain just standing there.

“My my Villain,” Supervillain slowly says, taking it all in, “what a situation you’ve gotten yourself into, my dear.”

“I know, I don’t know how it happened!” Villain quickly adds, trying to ignore the pain radiating from his shoulders, “Last thing I remember we were getting lunch together and then I left, someone must’ve grabbed me after! I mean it is clever, using my favorite thing to do to my captives on me but god, I did not expect it to hurt so much.”

Supervillain grabs Villain by the chin, taking note of the bruise that is blossoming on below his eye, “Looks like they really got the jump on you hm? Boys, why don’t you stop looming in the background and come say hi.” Supervillain calls over his shoulder, “Absolutely beautiful work you’ve done here.” Two men begin to walk towards Villain after seemingly appearing from the shadows, causing Villain’s stomach to drop.

“Supervillain? What’s going on?”

Supervillain seems to ignore this, his attention turning to the men who have just joined the conversation. “I thought I requested him unharmed?”

The bigger of the two men speaks up, “You uh you did boss, but he put up a little fight. I think the dose of sedative we gave ‘im wasn’t big enough or somethin’.”

“No matter, it’s not like he was going to stay perfect anyway,” Supervillain finally lets go of Villain’s chin. “Now I get you’re a little confused my dear, and that’s okay. You remember the Katz job don’t you?” Villain nods nervously, remembering how he failed, or at least failed in Supervillain’s eyes. “You were supposed to bring me my money and what did you do instead?” Villain lets his head drop, knowing what’s coming next. “I asked you a question.” Supervillain coldly demands.

Fear laces Villain’s voice, “I let them go, but boss you don’t understand they had their kid with them! I wasn’t just gonna kill a kid’s parents in front of him that’s fucked up!”

“What’s fucked up, is that I gave you a really simple mission and you couldn’t even handle that.” Supervillain spits out, “Now I’ve had cops on my doorstep for weeks asking me if I put a hit out on the wealthiest family in town, you know why? Because not only did you fail, but they saw you, you idiot!” Supervillain slaps Villain across the face. “Now, you’re going to learn your lesson like a champ, and then maybe I’ll let you go, or maybe you’ll turn yourself into the cops. What we do is entirely up to you. Do I make myself clear?” Villain nods. “Good, now you’re gonna behave for Remy and Eric, understand?” Villain nods again as Supervillain turns away and begins to head towards the door before pausing, “Don’t have too much fun with him boys, remember we need him alive.”

The next few hours drag by slower than Villain would have ever thought possible. By the time they're done, Villain can barely lift his head, his arms shaking from the stress of holding his body up. Bruises litter his abdomen and one of his eyes is swollen shut, blood runs from a cut above his eyebrow. Before the two leave, they unceremoniously lower him to the ground, chaining him to a nearby pole.

The next day is more of the same, the pair show up and hang him from his arms again despite his protests. After hours of begging, they eventually gag him.

“It’s fun to hear you scream Villain, but honestly I could do without the whining couldn’t you?” Remy says, turning to Eric who nods in agreement.

A week of torture passes by, leaving Villain barely hanging on to consciousness, both when he’s alone and when he has company. He has moved past the point of hunger, feeling only numbness where he used to have hunger pangs. On the seventh morning, he wakes up to see Supervillain’s face hovering over him instead of Remy and Eric. Villain jumps forward to try and show Supervillain he’s learning his lesson, but the chain between his shackles catches on the pole he’s bound to, stopping him from getting too close.

“I’m being good.” Is what Villain tries to say, but with the gag in his mouth, it comes out as just incoherent mumbling. Supervillain squats down next to Villain, who fails to hide a flinch, and yanks the gag out of his mouth, leaving it dangling around his neck. “Hello Supervillain, uh sir.” The words fall out of his mouth before he can think it through, “I’ve learned my lesson!”

A disgusted look crosses Supervillain’s face, “Clearly not, you’re still speaking when you’re not being spoken to.”

He begins to stand up to walk away from Villain who quickly adds, “Wait! No please I promise, I’m learning, I’m being good.” Upon hearing the last sentence Supervillain quickly turns around.

“The goal, my dear, is to not be good.” Supervillain kneels next to Villain again, “Which tells me you’re not paying attention, am I correct?”

“N-no! I am,” Villain shakes his head, “It’s just- it’s hard to concentrate when I’m in so much pain and I’m hungry and-”

“Oh so you’re ungrateful? Is that it?”

“NO!” Villain yells louder than he means to, “I mean, no sir, I am grateful that you’re taking the time to teach me this lesson, I just wish I could better pay attention.”

“Ah, I see, well lucky for you, your favorite teachers are here.” Supervillain nods towards Remy and Eric who have just entered the warehouse. “Now, I really must be going, but I’ll check back in next week to see how you’re doing. Sound good?”

“No no no please. Don’t do this Supervillain. Please-” Supervillain shoves the gag back into his mouth then taps his cheek before standing up and walking away.

“All you boys.”

On the ninth day, Villain is finally given some food. Not enough to fill him, but just enough to remind his body that he’s hungry. Part of Villain thinks they gave him a small piece of bread just to be cruel, but the other part is so grateful to have something to fill his stomach, even if it’s just a little bit. Then, as the duo leaves for the night, Villain realizes what his punishment is for eating. As they walk away with him still hanging by his wrists, Villain screams through the gag, trying to get their attention, surely they didn’t mean to leave him like this.

“Aw you hear that Remy?” Eric sneers, neither of them even bothering to look at their captor, “He thinks he deserves to be let down.” They both laugh before walking away, leaving Villain alone with his thoughts.

Hours later, long after the sun has set, Villain hears the door reopen, causing him to lift his head. Villain sees two figures walk towards him, and lets out a sigh of relief, knowing that the two wouldn’t be cruel enough to leave him hanging up overnight. Confusion washes over him as he notices the pair stop walking, as if they don’t notice he is there, could this be another trick?

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“You’re sure this is the place?” Sidekick asks as he approaches the building with Hero.

“I’m certain.” Hero says, sounding less than certain. “I had an anonymous source tell me they’d seen Supervillain and his two Henchmen frequently enter and exit this building. We all know Villain works for Supervillain, so he’s gotta be here. He’s a coward for hiding after what he did to that family. All for what? Money? Supervillain’s probably just helping him by stashing him away here until the dust clears, but we’re not gonna just let the dust settle on this one are we?”

“No we’re not.” Sidekick rolls his eyes, “Now if you’re done monologuing, we should hurry up and get inside so we can get the jump on him, not the other way around.”

“Right!” Hero cautiously places an ear to the door and focuses on what he hears. “Sounds like he’s alone right now.” He quickly picks the lock, peering in before he steps in quickly making sure it’s safe before he gestures for Sidekick to follow. “Now if I were a murderous son of a bitch where would I be-” He whispers before his eyes fall on the person in the center of the room who seems to be hanging by their arms. “Shit. He’s got a hostage. Change of strategy, I’ll take the right side, you take the left, clear the room and make sure he’s not in here before checking on the hostage.”

“And if he is in here?”

“Neutralize the threat.” Hero says before darting to the right, quickly moving his way through the warehouse, clearing all the aisles created by the shelving units. Once he is content with his search, he carefully moves to the center of the room, hoping Sidekick can handle the rest of the search on his own. “Hey buddy.” Hero carefully says to the person who looks like they’ve been beaten to hell and back. “I’m gonna get you down from here okay?”

The person says nothing in response, nothing to even show that they’re awake and aware of what’s happening. Hero follows the chains that hold them up all the way to the other side of the warehouse where he sees a pulley system. He slowly lowers them to the floor, then rushes back to finish freeing them from their restraints. Hero kneels next to the lump on the floor that the person has become and rolls them over so he can see their face. He almost drops them when he notices who it is.

“Villain?” Villain’s eyes dart open as he tries his best to scramble away, only to bump into Sidekick’s legs.

“What’d I miss?” Sidekick looks down and recognizes who is at his feet, “Holy shit Villain?!” Villain pulls his bound hands close to his chest and tries to stop himself from panicking as Hero gets closer.

“Hey,” Hero gently whispers, trying not to further spook Villain, “I’m not gonna hurt you unless you hurt me okay?” He knows he probably should just say he wouldn’t hurt Villain, but he doesn’t want to make any promises he can’t keep. “Here let me get this out of your mouth.”

Hero tries to pull the gag out of Villain’s mouth, but upon realizing how tightly it’s tied, resorts to pulling out his knife and carefully cutting the cloth free. Thick red lines stretch across Villain’s face as a testament to how tightly it was tied. Hero looks in Villain’s eyes, only to see them filled with nothing but fear. Villain lifts his hands over his face as if to protect himself from any further injury or pain.

“Hey,” Hero softly repeats, “Are you okay?”

Villain’s voice shakes as he replies, “Y-yes sir of course.”

“Who did this to you, Villain?”

“S-supervillain, sir. He was teaching me- teaching me a lesson.”

“A lesson?” Hero pressed, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Y-Yes, I uh I failed to do…” Villain shakes his head as if he’s confused by the question. “I didn't do my job right sir. Did he send you here? Do I get to go home now? Or jail, I’ll happily go to jail. I promise I won’t fight sir.”

“Jail?” Sidekick questions, “Hero what’s he talking about?”

Hero shakes his head, “I wish I knew. Why would you go to jail, Villain?”

“I failed my mission s-sir. I was supposed to kill them and I didn’t.” Villain’s eyes dart between Hero’s and Sidekick’s “And-and Supervillain said I was going to take the fall for it. So I learned my lesson, um sir.”

“None of this is making sense.” Hero looks at Sidekick, “I don’t think we should leave him here though, let’s take him back to HQ and see if we can get this straightened up.”

“P-please don’t leave me here sir!” Villain springs forward and grabs Hero’s hand, startling him. Hero jumps back at the same time Villain does. “Oh god, I don’t know why I did that sir.” Villain sobs, kneeling forward, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Hero gets closer to Villain again, “No need to be sorry. You’re going to come with us to our hideout okay?” Hero explains as if he were talking to a toddler. “I’d love to uncuff you, but I need to make sure you’re not going to hurt anyone first okay?”

Villain nods, “Whatever you want me to do sir, I’ll do it.”

“First thing, stop calling me sir. You can call me Hero, it’s okay.”

“Yes sir, I mean Hero.”

Hero carefully helps Villain to his feet, trying to pretend he doesn’t notice Villain wincing. He gently holds onto Villain’s upper arm as he leads him to the crime fighting duo’s car. “Sidekick, would you mind sitting in the back with him, just in case….” Hero trails off once Sidekick nods, knowing he understands what Hero’s asking.

When they pull up to the hideout, Sidekick carefully helps Villain out, holding onto his arm in a similar manner to Hero. Hero leads the trio towards the medbay, trying to walk slowly once he notices Villain beginning to struggle to keep up. Hero gestures for Villain to take a seat, then carefully removes the metal cuffs from around his wrists. Cuts wrap around his wrists from the cuffs digging in far too tightly, but thankfully there’s no sign of infection yet. Hero quickly treats the wounds, wrapping bandages around Villain’s wrists before placing soft fabric cuffs over the bandages.

Villain takes in the new cuffs that adorn his wrists, then looks up at Hero. “Thank you for these sir- I mean Hero.” He flinches at his mistake, “These are very nice thank you for your kindness.”

“Those are just a precaution Villain, I hope we won’t need them for long. Now, can you tell me what you were doing in that warehouse?”

“I was learning my lesson.” Villain nods earnestly, “I messed up and failed to do what I was told to do so Supervillain was very graciously teaching me how to right my wrongs.”

“What’s the last date you remember?” Hero pushes, despite the fact that Villain has noticeably lost a lot of weight since they last interacted, telling him that he was there for quite some time.

“April 25th.”

“Damnit.” Hero shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair.

“W-what’s wrong?” Villain nervously stutters out, “How long was I there? What day is today? It’s May 3rd right?”

Sidekick nervously looks at Hero, who takes a deep breath before answering Villain’s question. “Villain, it's June 15th.”

Villain’s heart drops and he begins to shake his head, “No no no no no!” He sobs, “I- I was learning I was doing good. There’s no way he left me there for that long. He promised he’d let me go once I learned my lesson. No no no.” Hero steps forward and places a hand on Villain’s shoulder.

“It’s gonna be okay now.” Hero quickly removes the cuffs from Villain’s wrists, realizing how unnecessary they are. “We’re gonna get you fixed up and make sure no one hurts you again okay?”

“N-no one came for me.” Villain sobs, staring a hole in the floor. “I was gone for almost two months and no one even noticed I was gone.” Hero kneels so he is in Villain’s line of sight.

“Hey, we came for you. Maybe a little late and for a different reason but we got you and you’re safe now okay?” Villain nods.

“Thank you.”

“I only wish we had come sooner.” Hero gently pulls Villain into a hug, “Now let's get you cleaned up.”

#villains and heroes #villain whump #villain whumpee #whumptober 2022 #whumpblr #no 17 #stress positions #hanging by a threat #reluctant caretaker #breaking point

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