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boobabietch · 2 months ago

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Chapter III: "From ROTY Glory to Post-Season Agony” | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: bitch Diana and random disclaimer I know that in order to be eliminated they have to play two games against phoenix but for the sake of the story it’s just going to be one, and let’s pretend the stars made it to playoffs that year and that they were not absolutely demolished like they were in real life lmao

A/N: I wanna thank y’all so much for the support to this story I swear I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it, I wanna start building Vico’s relationship with her teammates and we are so close to finally seeing A’ja x Vic on the story and I’m so damn excited. Sorry for the slow burn but I love it and I wanna make u guys crave it for a little bit longer. As always English is not my first language so if you see something wrong please tell me so I can change it asap, comments are super appreciated and my ask box is always open. Also if you have any ideas or requests for this story send them through!!! I would really love to see what you guys want because your wish is my command. Love Sof :)

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The last practice before the playoffs had that familiar intensity, but this time, something felt different. I could sense it in the air, a mix of anticipation, nerves, and something I couldn’t quite place. I knew this feeling too well. The playoffs were around the corner, but today held something more.

We had been on a hot streak, our team coming together at the perfect moment, and I was determined to keep the momentum going. My rookie season had been a rollercoaster, with every moment pushing me to my limits. Now, standing on the brink of the playoffs, I felt like everything was about to come to a head.

Vickie gathered us in the middle of the court, her voice cutting through the buzzing tension. “Alright, listen up,” she said, her tone commanding our full attention. “Before we wrap up practice, I have some news to share.”

The media girl was now there, recording everything, holy fuck.

I glanced around at my teammates, my gaze finding Sydney’s who just rose her eyebrows and sent me an excited smile, the murmur of whispers filling the gaps in the silence. Everyone was on edge, wondering what was coming next.

“Victoria,” Coach called out, her gaze locking onto mine. I froze.

My heart skipped a beat. Why was she singling me out? My mind raced, sifting through any possible mistake or misstep I could have made. But nothing came to mind. I had been busting my ass in every practice.

“You’ve been a standout all season,” Coach began, her voice steady but filled with pride. “You’ve shown incredible growth, both as a player and as a fighter. Every game, every moment, you’ve given it your all.”

I could feel the eyes of my teammates on me, the weight of the moment growing heavier by the second.

“And because of that,” Coach continued, a small smile playing at her lips, “you’ve been named Rookie of the Year.”

It felt like time froze. The words didn’t immediately register, like my brain refused to accept what I had just heard. Rookie of the Year? Me?

My teammates erupted into cheers, and before I knew it, Syd was pulling me into a bear hug, screaming at the top of her lungs, her excitement infectious. “Vic! Rookie of the Year, baby! You earned it!”

I blinked, still trying to wrap my mind around the announcement. Rookie of the Year. The title echoed in my mind, and suddenly, it was real. Every late-night gym session, every brutal practice, every bit of sweat and pain, it had led to this.

Coach stepped forward, her voice quieter now, meant only for me. “You deserve it, Victoria. Now take this into the playoffs and show them what you’re made of.”

“Thank you, Coach,” I muttered, my voice thick with emotion. “Who’s freaking rookie of the year” Dearica yelled.

“I’m fucking Rookie of the year people”

"Victoria O’Hara Shines Bright: Named 2024 WNBA Rookie of the Year"

As the cheers died down and practice resumed, I could feel a strange weight lift off my shoulders. It was validation, everything I had been fighting for since day one was recognized. I was someone in this league now. Rookie of the Year wasn’t just a title; it was a statement.

But my mind can play funny tricks to me sometimes and as much as I wanted to revel in the moment, my thoughts drifted, as they always did, to the reaction of the only person that mattered to me at that time: Diana.

I know I know, fucking pathetic.

She had been a constant thorn in my side all season, pushing and pulling at me like we were playing an entirely different game than the one on the court. I knew she’d hear about this. Hell, she probably already did.

Would it matter to her? Would she see me differently now?

I doubted it.

A part of me wondered if it was enough, not for everyone but for her. The doubt gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside. This was my moment, and I wasn’t going to let miss Diana fucking Taurasi take that away from me.

As practice wound down, Sydney threw her arm around my shoulders, a grin plastered on her face. “Alright, Rookie of the Year, ready to tear that fucking oldie up in the playoffs?”

I smirked, my confidence coming back. “Shut up, I’m the only one that gets to call her fucking oldie. But baby you know it, lets go tear that fucking grandma”

This wasn’t just about the playoffs. This was about proving I was more than just a good rookie. It was about beating the best.

And that meant Diana.

I should’ve wished harder for that one though…

September 6, 2017

There’s something about the playoffs. The energy in the arena is different, charged, almost electric. The stakes are higher, the pressure suffocating. Today, it felt like the whole world was watching, and I could feel it like a noose tightening around my throat. But I didn’t care. This was my moment.

God are you listening? Do you hate me? Or maybe you just find my fucking bad luck very amusing. Because what were the odds that my first match of the playoffs was not only the first one but against fucking Phoenix.

(Actually it wasn’t odd at all like that’s how team placements work Victoria)

But we needed this win. Correction, I needed this win.

And of course, Taurasi was there, a constant in my life at this point, it was like the universe needed her to be in every important mark of my life, looming over me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if this bitch showed up to my freaking wedding, or to the delivery room of my fucking firstborn. Every time I looked up, she was there. Her eyes didn’t need to say anything anymore. They were just sharp, focused, and reminded me that no matter what I did, she was waiting for me to slip.

But I wasn’t slipping. Not today.

Am I though?

I played my ass off. Every rebound, every assist, every drive, I gave it everything. I was so locked in that I didn’t pay any mind to the deafening screams after the assist that made me had a triple double. The energy in the arena was feeding me, keeping me alive. My teammates were looking to me, and I was answering. Everything was coming together. For a second, I thought, maybe, just maybe, we could win this.

But basketball is a cruel game, especially in the playoffs.

Fourth quarter, three minutes left. We were tied, and I could feel it slipping. Phoenix was pressing hard, and I saw Diana smirking at me from the other end of the court, that same smug, irritating look she’s worn since the first game, I wanted to punch it out, but I couldn’t have another fucking tech because of her

“Victoria STOP STARING” fuck, sorry coach.

I could feel the pressure on my shoulders, the weight of the entire season, my entire team, like a thousand-pound anchor dragging me down. I didn’t know how much more I had left, but I couldn’t stop. Not yet.

I caught a pass, drove into the lane, and spun around my defender, and then there she was. I swear to God, it’s like she just knows when to ruin my day. She bodied me in the paint, and my shot clanged off the rim.

Fast break. Two passes later, the ball was in her hands, and of course, she drained a three in my face.

The arena exploded.

I felt the floor tilt beneath my feet. It was like I couldn’t breathe.

One minute left. They were up by three. We had one chance, one final push, but by then it was too late. Phoenix locked us down on defense, and time bled out like water slipping through my fingers.

The buzzer sounded, and it hit me like a punch to the gut.

We lost.

I just stood there, watching Phoenix celebrate. The fans were on their feet, the flashes from cameras lit up the court, and somewhere in the middle of it all was Diana, arms raised, soaking it in.

I felt like I was going to puke.

I just did my first fucking triple-double, but I didn’t give a shit about that, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.

I could hear the buzz of the crowd, the announcers yelling into their mics about how Phoenix had advanced, about how San Antonio’s season was over.

I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t.

I turned, feeling my heart hammering in my chest, and walked off the court. But during the post-game handshake, certain player grabbed my hand.

Diana.

I wanted to rip it away, but something in her expression stopped me. She wasn’t gloating, not this time. She was just... there. Human.

"Good game, O'Hara," she said quietly. "You played really well."

I stared at her, completely thrown off. This was different. She never did this. Not once in all the months we’ve been at each other’s throats. The anger in my chest flickered for a moment, and for a brief second, I wondered if there was something genuine in what she said.

But before I could even find a response, Diana’s hand dropped, and she was gone, back to her team, her celebration, her victory.

It left a sour taste in my mouth.

I made my way to the locker room, head down, hands clenched into fists. As I walked reporters swarmed, shoving microphones and cameras in my face. But I didn’t hear them. I kept my head down, not stopping until I was finally in the relative quiet of the locker room.

We’d been eliminated. Our season was over.

I threw my shoes into my locker and sat there, staring at the floor, trying to process everything. The adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, making it hard to breathe, to think. I obviously wanted to make everything worse, grabbing my phone, typing Phoenix Mercury vs San Antonio Stars and started scrolling through Twitter.

And I saw it.

Diana Taurasi’s Post-Game Conference

Some reporter asked her about me. About my performance, about the rivalry that had been brewing between us for months. I thought maybe she’d give me a shred of respect after that moment on the court. Maybe we’d finally moved past all the bullshit.

But no. She did what she always does.

"Victoria? Yeah, she’s good. But God, She’s still a little baby! She still has a lot to learn. There’s a difference between playing a good game and knowing how to win, and I think that we already know that she doesn’t know anything about the latter. She’ll figure that out eventually... or not."

Red. I saw red.

I stared at the screen, my blood boiling. The audacity. I should’ve known. That moment we had on the court? A fucking lie. She couldn’t help herself. Had to tear me down just like she always did.

I barely had time to process it when it was my turn for the post-game conference. I walked in, still fuming, but I put on my best neutral face. The reporters were already waiting, firing off questions left and right.

And of course, someone had to ask: "Sara García from New York Times sports, Victoria are you aware of Diana Taurasi’s comments after the game?"

Oh I was aware, I was really fucking aware. But this time I really tried to avoid conflict, I swear I did

“Oh umm, I haven’t been able to hear anything about it, sorry”

But I should’ve known those fucking scavengers where aching for the drama.

SO THEY PLAYED THE GODAMN VIDEO AGAIN

“What do you think about it Victoria?” Sara bitch García from NYT sports asked after the video stopped

What did I think about it, fuck off.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt smaller in my life, me, a 6’2 woman, who just made a triple double and won Rookie of the year, felt small.

I paused, letting the anger simmer just beneath the surface. Fine. If they wanted to play it like this, hell if she wanted to play like this, so be it.

I leaned forward, meeting the reporter’s gaze. “Diana can say whatever she wants. But the reality is, her time’s running out. She’s not invincible, her expiration date it’s really not that far. And Diana next time we meet? I’ll be ready. Trust me.”

The room went silent for a moment, tension hanging heavy in the air. I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for something more, but I didn’t give them anything else. I stood up, nodded to the crowd, and walked out.

This wasn’t over. I was going to be better, I was going to be the best.

"Victoria O’Hara Declares War on Taurasi: ‘Next Time, It’s Going to Be Different’"

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its-creed · 6 months ago

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how do i do this , is this thing even on ? it's been a whileeeeee since i've been writing online so please bear with me! stumbling back into the scene i am sun (she/her/yours) / 25+, some of you guys may be familiar with my previous iterations of this baekhyun muse haha so if he seems familiar - he probably is!

i'm excited to introduce my evil old man credence han - commonly known as reed or professor han to those acquainted with him.

full disclosure: i am terrible at plotting in a quick manner (and i mean this with the entirety of my one brain cell) so if you would like a random starter please see below for details (cap at three for now 🥹)! and if you don't mind slow pacing and would still like to plot based on something below or in one of the ideas i have at the end, please give this a like and i will slide into your dms asap!

how does an evil villain get around without being discovered for over ten plus years? with the power of negation persuasion of course!

reed wasn’t aware of his primary ability when it first manifested because well - how the hell do you tell that you can turn off other people’s powers? goes for first part of his teen years thinking that his ability has to do with persuasion because he finds at a young age that people sometimes do whatever he tells them to do? he rides on that high for a long time until one day when someone somehow figures out what happened and tries to get revenge. too bad for him, it’s another metahuman he managed to piss off and he’s about to get his ass fried when ? everything is still in tact and suddenly ? the other guy seems more confused and fearful of what’s going on.

the shock wears off pretty quickly and lucky for reed his ass doesn’t get fried - but it still gets beat after the metahuman goes on a rampage and rages against reed asking what he did to his powers. it’s after that moment that reed connects the dots and realizes his persuasion abilities had been minor this entire time since he had never seemed to be able to actually develop it.

discovering that he can negate others powers is a game changer for reed. he starts using it for morally lesser means realizing he’s able to get away with more. it starts from setting people up for things that get them caught red handed, to being given information, and then selling that information once he finds out just how valuable the things he’s discovers can be.

eventually his endeavors lead him to a point of no return. he infiltrates the aeternal base back home acting as his twin brother and pulls the biggest heist he’s ever done yet. he finds government secrets that he sells to someone abroad in south korea before escaping after making sure that they believe his brother is the true culprit.

after this feat his brother had taken something of extreme valuable to him which started a chase. reed uses his connection of his past buyer to secure a private space at the silverline apartments while he tries to track his brother down.

reed has been using the cover of a new professor for metahuman biomedical studies at nsnu during his time abroad. it offers him both network connections to the han pharmaceuticals and and a straight gateway into the university to continue his ulterior motives.

i think that covers the what and why just to give it to you guys fast and short! so per my inability to plot quickly, i will offer three random starters if you're interested in having an interaction with reed, drop an emoji and aaaa [positive, neutral, negative, unknown] to choose a dynamic you'd be interested in and i will work that out however i can! fair warning, reed is not exactly a people lover but he keeps up a strong front so positive might be a fake positive for face purposes,,,

plots and connections

reed has a habit of walking around with his negation on - well, keeping it on in general. you're trynna get something done and?? why aren't? your powers working???

you catch reed in the subtle act of persuading one of the receptionist's at the front desk to erase the latest residential complaint against him. do you a) mind your own business, b) confront him, c) play dumb, or d) all the above plus receive an underlying threat from reed?

bad influencer - if you want your muse to do something bad or something they would never have the guts to try, reed is your go-to. or maybe there's something you really need to do like studying and procrastination has been your worst nightmare. reed is less inclined to help you because that's lame. and if you're one of his students? tough luck.

reed was always the champion when it came to playing hide and seek as kids. life detection comes in handy for that. reed finds your muse somewhere they shouldn't be or maybe your muse is trapped and reed happens to be the only person who's come by within the last 3 hours.

students from nsnu?

someone who seems to have the same laundry schedule

someone complaining about reed's negation affecting them

enemies or victims? when i say he's evil - i like legitimately mean it. he's morally corrupt and just does well to hide crap like an actual sociopath

( he's not who he seems )

#rj:intro #ooc #/ the way i wanted to have this drafted and then queued soooo much earlier on #/ then went to have hotpot and kbbq and died from a food coma #/ literally about to pass out finishing this i tried my best rip #/ weeps #/ happy opening day every1

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steflionheart · 1 year ago

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Original Story / Oneshot

Original Characters: Hana, Ryuu, Davey, Rhody

Wordcount: 3.197

tags and trigger warnings: mafia; gangs and clans; injured mc; blood and injuries; graphic depiction of heavy injuries; mentions of abuse and physical harm against female character; strong language; out of context; oneshot

this is a oneshot about my OC's, a scene I had in mind for who knows how long and finally managed to write it out!

here's some short background info for context:

Hana and Davey are in the same mafia clan; Davey is the son and successor of the current boss and Hana his assigned bodyguard as well as an undercover FBI agent (she's trying to take down Davey's clan)

Hana and Davey kinda have a fwb thing going but not really, let's just say it's complicated

Ryuu is the boss' right-hand man of the rivaling clan but Davey decided to collaborate with him, having a higher motive in mind

Ryuu is fed up with how things are going in general for longer already and finds interest in Davey, so he decides to go with Davey's idea

Hana and Ryuu can't stand each other in the current timeline

She was desperate.

For once in a very long time, Hana was truly desperate.

She’d never thought these assholes would manage to corner her and especially not to actually beat her up. But here she was; battered, blood dripping down her right temple, and with a dislocated shoulder as she was running through narrow and abandoned streets. And all that with mentioned assholes still hot on her heels.

She’d managed to make an escape by feigning to cry her heart out and begging for mercy, which only caused the thugs to laugh but it was enough of a distraction for her to slip away.

Hana was panting hard, the wheezing sound of her lungs with every breath she took signalizing her that she wouldn’t make it much longer and needed help.

Asap.

Or the guys would finally get what they wanted.

Which was her head on a silver platter.

Their words, not her thoughts.

Usually, three or four guys wouldn’t pose much of a problem for Hana. Everyone knew that she was tough and strong, her fighting skills being the talk of the town, and causing many to pay her respect or to keep their distance. But these guys were really out for blood.

Literally.

They’ve made it clear that she wasn’t just any random victim but a specifically chosen target and therefore must’ve planned this attack meticulously beforehand. Seeing that they still hadn’t given up on her, she knew she couldn’t escape them alone, especially not in her current condition.

There was only one person she could think of that could help her in this situation, without thinking much or asking too many questions. Thankfully, she wasn’t far from the club where she and said person were regulars, and considering that it was a Friday night, she was sure he would be there.

With her mind set on Davey, Hana gritted her teeth as she sped up and hauled ass. She suppressed a groan while tightening the grip on her left arm to keep it from moving much. The pain was almost unbearable but she simply kept going.

“Oh, sweetheart! You don’t need to run, we will get you anyway now that you’re unable to go against us,” one of her pursuers called in a singsong and the realization of how close they actually were, sent a fresh wave of adrenaline surging through her veins. It spurred her on and she ran even faster, ignoring the threat that was hunting her down.

Taking the next turn, the bright and flashy lights of the club greeted her and for the first time in a very long time, the overwhelming urge to cry overcame Hana. But this was not the right situation for it, nor did she have the time for it, so she simply kept going.

Hana’s steps echoed through the empty street as she closed the distance between her and the safety-promising door of the club. For a brief moment, she wondered why the bouncer was missing. But she had more important problems at hand right now, so she pushed the thought away just as fast.

The moment she reached out with her right hand and closed it around the cool metal handle, a voice boomed behind her. “Don’t even try to hide! We’ll catch you anywhere and then you’re done for, oh mighty Lioness.”

Hana didn’t look back.

His raspy voice uttering those threats, accompanied by the stupid nickname people on the streets had given her, sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine. The finality of his words left no room for speculation.

She didn’t need to see his face to know that he meant it.

Hana opened the door, the muffled sound of the music becoming clearer the moment she stepped inside the hallway that led directly to the main room. She didn’t waste any time, making her way through the scattered crowd, and eyes scanning the area for Davey’s familiar green-brown and light blue gaze.

The longer she searched, the more noticeable the ache in her left shoulder became, considering that the adrenaline was slowly seeping out of her blood system again. But Hana once again braced herself against the excruciating pain as she made a beeline for the bar. She hoped to find Davey there.

With a quick glance over her shoulder, she noticed that her pursuers had just entered the club and were now trying to make out her position among all the people. She ducked slightly, grimacing as another flash of pain shot through her.

She searched the bar area for him, double-checked, even triple-checked her surroundings— but Davey was nowhere to be found. Assuming he was in the back, in one of the VIP rooms for work matters, she decided to ask the bartender. Leaning heavily against the counter and snapping her fingers, she tried to get his attention.

It took a few tries but eventually, the familiar guy, Rhody, turned around and gasped as his gaze fell on her.

“Hana… What happened to you? Do you need help?”

Hana took a deep breath.

“Where’s Davey?” was all she asked, voice hoarse from exertion.

Rhody was still taken aback, yet soon enough he seemed to understand that the situation was urgent.

“Uh… I-I haven’t seen him yet tonight, I don’t think he’s here…” he answered truthfully.

Hana tipped her head back and closed her eyes in search of patience.

How much bad luck can one person have, especially when in need of help?

Obviously, a whole lot of it, taking into account what happened next.

“You look pretty rough, pipsqueak. Someone finally managed to beat you up?” a deep and way too familiar voice rasped right beside Hana’s left ear.

Out of all the people she wanted to see or ask for help right now— he was surely the very last.

Seems like her luck had definitely failed her tonight.

She looked back down, forest green eyes zeroing in on dark gray ones. Hana tried putting on her best deadpan look but the ache in her shoulder was too overwhelming and she felt close to fainting.

Ryuu, the man sitting right next to her and who had just asked the most unnecessary question regarding her situation, simply stared blankly at her.

Considering that he was, first and foremost, the right-hand man of their enemy gang, she couldn’t simply trust him. But on the other hand, Davey did, and Hana trusted Davey and his judgment. So she could at least try to tell him what was happening and maybe hope for his help. But Hana also knew that they both didn’t like each other much, so her chances were close to none.

She decided it was needless to even ask.

“I was looking for— ugh…” Hana almost choked on her words as a wave of pain washed over her. “...for Davey. Do you happen to know where he is, dimwit?”

No matter the situation she was in, she simply couldn’t just take his snarky nickname for her without at least returning the favor.

Raising an eyebrow at her, Ryuu answered after a few moments of silence. “He’s not here tonight, said something about his dad calling him over on short notice for a business appointment. He also said he didn’t reach ya and to tell ya exactly that if I saw you.”

Ryuu gave Hana a disapproving side glance before adding. “So, mission accomplished, I’d say.”

Looking back at her pursuers, Hana’s heart skipped a beat and she once again ducked her head so that they wouldn’t notice her. She tapped the bartender Rhody’s hand and asked him if he could let her out the backdoor. He nodded and beckoned her to follow him to one of the doors that led to the backrooms.

Before she could actually take a step, a big hand wrapped around her left arm. The moment Ryuu tried to pull her back, Hana cried out loud but immediately covered her mouth to not attract any attention.

Tears involuntarily streamed down her face as she glared back at Ryuu, who instantly let go of her again, gaze horror-stricken.

The black-haired man was taken aback, wide eyes staring at her but soon after a terrifying expression spread on his face. His eyes turned dark, almost black as he narrowed his gaze.

His deep voice was eerily calm as he asked. “Who did this to you?”

Hana didn’t know what to say or how to react, the menacing aura radiating off of his body sending shivers through her body and setting off her fight or flight senses. Her mind was literally screaming at her to act fast and bring as much distance between her and the predator sitting before her.

She knew she could never last against him, even if she tried.

Not in her top condition and especially not in her current condition.

But despite her senses being on high alert, she soon realized that his anger wasn’t directed at her.

Ryuu had always been the quiet type, only speaking up when really needed or to utter last warnings before he acted. But she’d only seen him once in a similar state like tonight. It wasn’t a pleasant sight and she remembered being glad about the fact that she wasn’t his opponent at that moment.

Hana still faltered, her tongue feeling heavy and refusing to work. She opened her mouth a few times, hope lingering somewhere at the back of her mind but reality soon enough caught up with her again.

She knew he would never help her. He’d rather make fun of her, Hana was pretty sure of that. With this in mind, she took a deep breath, her head hung low as she wiped away some of the tears.

“You don’t need to feign interest, yanno? I’ll just disappear from here and tend to my wounds at home myself. I’m just really not in need of any teasing from you tonight, Ryuu,” Hana said, calling him by his actual name for maybe the third time since they’d gotten to know each other.

Hana lifted her head and glanced at him, the same relentless expression still lingering on his face, hardening his features, and she could see his jaw working. A movement right behind him caught her attention and her eyes grew wide with horror.

Besides being the right-hand man of the enemy clan’s boss, Ryuu had a lot of tactically enriching skills, which also included a sharp sense of perception. So, of course, Hana’s reaction to seeing the thugs that had brought her into this situation didn’t go unnoticed.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Ryuu turning around and eyeing the men wading through the crowd, still in search of their target. Ryuu then turned back to her and his gaze seemed even darker, determination settling on his features.

“It was them, right?” he asked, not even waiting for her to answer. Instead, he turned to Rhody and gave him instructions, voice low and grim. “Bring her to one of the backrooms.”

Rhody simply nodded and glanced over to Hana.

She was still taken aback at the turn of events until Ryuu once again looked at her and said. “I’ll take care of this matter. You go and rest in the backroom until I come to get you. Understood?”

Hana was caught between feeling relief and anger; relief because someone, even if it was Ryuu, was actually willing to help her and anger because it was Ryuu and she didn’t like him bossing her around.

But she was also very well aware of the fact that her options were limited and Ryuu was the only one at hand and offering his help.

Hana nodded and gave him a thankful gaze.

Without another word, he turned around, making his way towards her pursuers with his footmen following quietly. Hana didn’t need to see it to know that none of the thugs would make it out on their own two feet tonight, so she turned around as Rhody gently squeezed her right shoulder, insinuating her to follow him.

A few minutes passed, in which Rhody brought her water and a soft towel so that she could clean herself up, at least from the worst. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting inside the wide room, nicely done up with expensive-looking furniture and specially set up for business meetings— or whatever other things people did in here. Considering that she had almost emptied the small bottle of water, it must’ve been some time and after another few minutes, the door eventually opened with a soft click.

Her head snapped up, eyes immediately finding Ryuu’s as he stared back at her. He didn’t have a single scratch on him, though his clothes looked a bit ruffled. Hana got up from the couch but a flash of pain immediately shot through the left half of her body and she involuntarily collapsed on the couch again.

In the blink of an eye, Ryuu was beside her and held her, more gently than she would’ve expected from this brute of a man. He didn’t say a word, nor did he do anything else. They just sat there for a few moments while Hana tried to calm down again, her breathing still heavy from the lingering ache in her left shoulder.

After another minute, Ryuu shifted slightly beside her and leaned back to take a look at Hana. He grunted quietly.

“Dislocated shoulder?” he asked.

Hana nodded weakly. She’d clearly reached her limits tonight.

“Want me to set it?”

The fear of it was almost overwhelming and Hana faltered for a brief moment, even whining quietly as she pondered her options and stared at him with panic in her eyes.

“It’ll hurt like a bitch but only for a moment,�� Ryuu stated, matter-of-factly. “But it’ll be easier for ya after.”

And Hana knew he was right. She knew that she would need a few tries to set her arm herself and that it would only hurt a lot more.

But could she really trust him?

Again; he was the right-hand man of the enemy clan and therefore her natural enemy in the first place. But considering that Davey, the son and successor of the clan she was a member of, her best friend and the one she was assigned to guard and protect, had bonded with Ryuu and trusted him— she probably had no other choice.

Still very much reluctant but willing to sacrifice her principles, she eventually nodded and hummed in agreement.

Ryuu acknowledged her trust, eyes turning a notch softer and Hana would’ve probably missed it if she hadn’t been studying his face for any signs of malice right at that moment. But there were none and so she tried to empty her mind and brace herself for the worst as Ryuu put his hands in place.

With one hand pressing gently against the front of her left shoulder joint and the other holding onto her forearm, Ryuu took a deep breath. He inhaled loudly through his nose and Hana thought it was to signalize her that he would act on the exhale. She steeled her nerves and closed her eyes, waiting for the moment he’d exhale through his mouth— but things took an unexpected turn.

Instead, the moment he held his breath, Ryuu pushed hard against Hana’s shoulder, and with a muffled sound the joint popped into place. Right after, Ryuu released the breath he’d been holding in.

A jolt of excruciating pain shot through her arm and Hana couldn’t help but cry out in agony. Adrenaline flooded her system and her fight or flight senses once again came alive that night.

She jumped up from the couch and took a few steps back, a fresh wave of tears running down her face and staining her already bloodied shirt even more. Ryuu also got up and tried his best to not startle her even more.

“It’s okay. You did it, okay?” he said, voice deep and calm. “It’s over now, you can relax.”

And for whatever reason, his words actually helped and slowly soothed her panic. She tried to calm down fully but the pain and events from earlier had taken a heavy toll on her. She lowered her head as a heart-shattering sob ripped through the wide room.

Hana had seldom cried in her life.

Crying was a display of weakness, so being raised on the streets and as a mafia clan member, showing weakness was equal to offering yourself to the enemy without resistance. But at that moment, she simply wasn’t in the condition to keep her defense up anymore.

Hana was so out of it that she didn’t even notice the door opening and Davey barging in. Without hesitating, he walked over to her and wrapped his strong arms around her usually sturdy body. But tonight, Hana felt as fragile as a twig.

Any more pressure on her body and mind and they would snap just as easily.

She could hear both men talking but didn’t understand a single word. The soothing sound of Davey’s familiar voice reverberated through every fiber of her body and she slowly but surely came down again until her sobs stopped and tears dried.

It wasn’t until Davey leaned back a bit that Hana came back to her senses and noticed Ryuu staring at her with a mix of concern and curiosity in his dark gray eyes.

She’d always been fascinated by them.

“You okay there, shorty?” he rasped and Hana’s mind was way too foggy for her to recognize that he’d called her an endearing nickname this time instead of a snarky one. She just nodded once, burying her face in Davey’s broad chest again.

Davey chuckled quietly and answered in her stead.

“I think she’s ready to go home for now. Thanks once again for taking care of her,” Davey said. Hana couldn’t see his face but she was sure Davey was giving Ryuu one of his trademark adorable smiles. “I actually didn’t think you’d protect her, considering that you two literally hate each other.”

Davey laughed and Hana dared to take a peek at Ryuu who was slightly irritated, turning his face away from her and Davey.

“It wasn’t because of her. These guys were just annoying me on my night out at the club. You know I hate when I get interrupted by dimwits like them. They were asking for it.”

Another fit of laughter shook Davey’s body and Hana grinned to herself at the odd situation. After a few moments, Davey calmed down again.

“Well, then! Thanks for… keeping the peace of your night out and accidentally protecting my bodyguard in the process.” Davey smiled gently. “She’s very important to me, you know?”

Ryuu grunted, still very much grumpy about Davey implying that he had only protected Hana but soon enough they said their goodbyes to each other and Davey brought Hana home.

Davey took care of Hana’s wounds after they took a hot and calming bath together. Before she could dwell on what exactly everything that had happened tonight could mean for their future, she fell soundly asleep in Davey’s king-size bed.

#original work #original content #original character #ocs #steflionheart #steflionheartwrites #my babies #i love them dearly #“my babies” she says talking about two grown ass mafia clan men and an undercover fbi agent badass woman who can beat up four men at once

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m1ckeyb3rry · 5 months ago

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Hello! Just saw your ask response about the Hiori fic; you’re so sweet! I hope I didn’t word it wrong, I think the open ended-ness was a great choice and really added to the final impact of the work! Thank you again for taking the time to write out such a well thought piece of art :)

The execution was absolutely perfect, but I’ll never turn down an opportunity to get more Hiori work out there, especially not ones that are so nicely written like yours haha! If you have a spare moment at any time or feel like practicing more writing for him, could I leave you with these thoughts? Of course, the first thing that comes to mind is what happens after that reunion, but I think another interesting topic could involve secret online gaming buddies? Maybe they go to the same school but don’t interact in real life and have no idea they game together online until someday they end up accidentally figuring out their identities and then, well, you know the rest ;) I am a sucker for sprinkles of angst though (if you couldn’t tell, haha) and I love exploring his background involving his parents. You also executed it in such an accurate way last time if you’d like to explore that avenue more too I certainly would not be opposed :) Thank you so much again for being so receptive to my asks! You’re so lovely and I’m so glad I stumbled upon your account.

HIII SORRY IT’S TAKEN ME A SECOND TO RESPOND TO THIS i’ve been wrapping up everything from my event and working on other random stuff hehe. thank you sm and no i didn’t think you worded it wrong at all!! haha i just wanted to explain my thought process behind why i did what i did in white butterfly if that makes sense 🤔

i will try to have the online friends prompt out asap!! sorry again for not responding to the rest of your ask earlier, i was keeping it in my inbox to remind myself what i had left to write for my event!! i hope you’re still around when i post the actual fic LMAO 😭 thank you again and i’m glad to have you here as well 🫶🏻

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tolbachik · 1 year ago

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Hi! Sorry for not sending an ask yesterday, I got caught up in school work, but luckily I’m all caught up now :D

I try to get as much sun as I can when I get the chance. Luckily the sun rises right before I have to walk into the building, so at least I get to watch that :]

Thank you so much for your kind words! Sometimes I can kinda lose sight of how far I’ve gotten since I first started learning. It’s kinda weird, but I can’t exactly put into words why I like Latin. Like, have you ever been drawn to something for no explicable reason? “It scratched an itch in my brain,” is the best way I can put it lol. It just sorta clicked haha

Also yeah, we use the Cambridge Latin Course :D The characters are always so memorable. My friend group was obsessed with Bregans and Grumio lol

I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who gets intimidated by the scale of things sometimes! Still, being able to see Andromeda through a telescope seems really cool! I’ve only used a telescope once or twice, but it’s a way different experience than seeing a picture of it. You realize just how real all of it is. Do you have any favorite things about astronomy? Favorite planets, galaxies, phenomena, anything really :D

I’m glad to hear you’re excited to check them out! I hope you like them. :D I always find it really comforting to see musicians helping each other, it’s sorta like a reminder that there’s good in the world, y’know? It probably sounds a little parasocial, but it just makes me happy to see them happy haha

Also, I’d love a copy of the extended release, if it isn’t too much hassle! I could also keep checking YouTube, it seems like things like that seem to just pop up and then go back down at random haha

I do a little art here and there. I can definitely relate to having a lot of ideas, but not the time or energy to create them haha. I do a little writing, but more research style stuff than narratives. I’m always rotating an idea for an essay around in my head, but I always drag my feet when it comes to actually writing it lol

By the synopsis of your novel, it sounds like something I’d really enjoy reading! I’ve always admired sci-fi writers, it takes a lot of creativity, skill, and knowledge to be able to craft a story like that! Once you finish the book I’d love to read it, if you’d be comfortable with that. What would you say is your favorite part of the writing process? I know some people prefer worldbuilding, while others enjoy crafting the narrative more. Do you prefer one over the other, or do you like something other than one of these two? :D

Sorry again for not sending yesterday’s message! I hope that you’re doing well, and that you have a great day/night! :]

- 🎲

Hello again, no worries! Both anons, please take all the time you need in between asks, ok? It's ok if you can't reply ASAP; I totally understand! Also, I hope your work went well for you! Aww, that's good at least! I know it can be so rough without it 😭 Of course, I'm so happy you found a passion like that and stuck with it! What do you think you'll do once you get through this next bit with it? Oh yeah, I absolutely get that. It's weird how the mind works, but hey; at least you're enjoying it! Those books were the best! I'd like to try to find ours again at some point, I loved learning more and being able to understand more of the story, it was always so exciting! Oh god, I almost forgot about Grumio, Bregans too! Me and my sister liked Quintus and Clemens (who we actually had a cat named after!), and haaaated Salvius from what I can remember lol It's all very hard to comprehend, and when you're forced to reckon with it, it can be so unpleasant! I agree, though; seeing stuff up close is really exciting, even if it is a little scary at first! It really does help you realize that everything is, well, real like you said. When I first saw Jupiter through my telescope, it really was so different from just seeing a picture! Also, personally? I really love Uranus and its moon system, Venus, Mercury, and Saturn and its moon system as well! I don't really like too much outside of our system aside from a few stars, mainly just because of the whole scale thing again lol. What about you?

Thank you again; I appreciate it! I've gotten into a bit of a musical rut, so between you and the other anon, I'll have a lot to get through! And I totally get that; it's nice to see other people happy! It's not an example of musicians working together, but one of my favorite musicians is a good example of seeing other people happy. In a lot of Norma Tanega's songs (like here), you can just hear her smiling as she sings, and that always makes me feel so happy too!

Of course, no hassle at all! I'll keep that in mind for after all this, then. I'll get it uploaded to my dropbox for you after all this!

Ooh, nice! What sort of essays do you like to write? Back when I was in school, I loved writing essays and doing all the research for them. Actually, what other sort of things are you interested in? I'd love to learn more about you! Aww, thank you for the kind words! Sorry again for not sharing much; it's something I'm incredibly passionate about, but worried about showing to the world yet. It's hard sometimes, y'know? And, y'know, I'm actually going to be looking at getting beta readers a few months from now! It'll be once I reach a decent spot, so I'd love to pay you to give some feedback! Ooh, my favorite part? That's tough! I think researching, as well as just letting it marinate in my mind. I don't like not writing, but in the times where I can't write much, it's really refreshing to just run over concepts and ideas I've had. Sometimes, I get big breakthroughs that way! Just recently I was struggling with how to tackle life at the extreme ends of the poles, but after doing a little research, I think I finally got a few leads. It's nice just letting things end up where they end up, y'know? Thank you again for the lovely ask, I really appreciate the time and energy you both put into these. I mean it; it makes my day! Please take care, take all the time you need, and have a great day tomorrow! Talk to you soon!

#my posts #asks #cube #🎲#srs23

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spoopylay · 3 years ago

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Hiya! I hope you’re doing well! If your reqs are still open, can I pls get more plus size reader stuff!!

I have a few ideas, pick as many as you’d be willing to do! It’s completely up to you. :)

Thank you so so so so much! As a plus sized girl, I ADORE your descriptiveness and the absolute fluff that comes with them.

1) He reacts to reader unhappily staring themself down in the mirror

2) Reader doesn’t think he likes them bc of how they look, but ohohoh he says very different.

3) He finds out reader is “dieting” if you catch my drift. (this one is completely up to you btw)

4) Reader isn’t big on PDA bc they’re self conscious.

5) Him and Reader cook/bake together

OoOoooOOoo this is gonna be super fun to write 😁 (also tysm for sending this in, I love your ideas).

1. Izuku x plus size reader

You thought you look horrible. From your chubby cheeks to your thick thighs. You could never put on a pair of jeans without thinking about how your stomach shows a bit. Or how when you wear a button up, your chest is too big. It’s like everything you wore, there was always something wrong with it.

Today, you got a package in the mail. It’s was a dress you ordered a couple weeks earlier.

You were a bit excited and a bit nervous. You were excited because you got it in your boyfriend’s favourite colour but nervous because you didn’t know if you would look good in it.

You start unpacking the box and take out the dress, it was prettier in person than online. Excited, you went into the bathroom to put it on. You zipped up the dress and went to your mirror to see how it looked.

Ugly, ugly, ugly,” was the only word chanting in your head when you saw your reflection.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts to hear that Izuku came to visit. You were still in your room looking at yourself with disgust.

Izuku opens to door to see you, looking at your reflection while you shed a couple of tears.

“Y/n, you look-“

“Horrible? Yeah I know,” you said in a sad tone.

“What? No no no! I was gonna say you look incredible, like stunning! Now why are you crying?”

You explain that you thought the dress didn’t look good and all of a sudden he pulled you into a hug.

“Y/n, I love you but sometimes you can be a bit dumb. How would you find THAT ugly,” he said while gesturing his hands towards your body.

“I swear, whoever finds YOU ugly needs to go get their eyes check because you are the body beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

2. Shoto x plus size reader

See, you’ve had a crush on Shoto for some time now, but never wanted to tell him. You never thought you were good enough for him. You always thought that you had to be skinny in order to date. You weren’t skinny at all, your thick thighs and generous waist was what made you different.

The only person to at knew about your secret crush was your best friend. They thought that this needed to get done asap. They knew Shoto had a crush on you. They always caught Shoto staring at you at random moments. Always almost waking up to you but always turning back after. It was obvious he liked you too.

So of course, them being the good friend that are left a note in Shoto’s locker saying to meet him outside of the school at 4:00pm, they signed off with your name.

They did the same thing with you but yours was signed off with Shoto’s name.

At 4, you walked outside and sat under a tree while waiting for him.

“Y/n! I got your note,” Shoto said waking up to you.

You got up off of the grass and has a puzzled look on your face.

“But how come I got one from you,” you asked.

The two of you went silent for a second until it popped into your head that your best friend was up to this.

Before you could even say anything Shoto gives you a flower crown he made.

“For you,” he said placing it on your head.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something lately y/n,” he says.

“What is it,” you questioned.

“Well. I like you so much and have liked you for a really long time so I’m hoping that I’ll be able to take you out on a date soon,” he said holding your chubby hands.

You were of course speechless. Every word that was coming out of your mouth turned into a stutter.

“B-but why me? I’m not what you want! I’m not skinny or pretty or-”

“Y/n, that’s nonsense! Ever since you stepped into this school I’ve had feelings for you. You were always so special to me. I thought of dating you ever since you said hi to me. You’re sweet, funny, talented, beautiful, and anything I could ask for. Now will you go out with me?”

“Of course!”

3. Bakugo x plus size reader

TW: Readers “diet” leads to slight mentions of ED (eating disorder)

Bakugo loves you, inside and out. You were always so patient with him and never judged him for his anger. He admired that. He also admired your appearance. There was so much to love, from your cherub face to your loves handles and much more.

You thought different of your appearance. All your life you were told “only skinny is pretty” and so that small sentence stuck with you. Although you’re dating someone who loves you for who you are and you’re okay with how you look, you still don’t feel that great about yourself.

Over time your self esteem decreased and you started “dieting”. For the past month or so you barely ate anything and mostly drank water when you didn’t want to eat because you wanted to lose weight. Every time Bakugo asked if you were ok, you would lie and say yes. You didn’t want him to worry.

You became very tired and looked like you haven’t slept in days. Bakugo became very worried and suggested he bring you to a doctor. You insisted that you didn’t need to go and just needed rest.

You could clearly see that he was worried about you and so he asked what happened and why you were like this all of a sudden. You explained why and he was in shock for a bit, the pulled you in for a tight hug.

“Y/n, that’s not healthy! You need proper nutrition in order to function properly. You really are a fucking dumbass for doing this. You need to stop.”

He was serious. He loves you so much and thought that he was also a dumbass because he didn’t spit this sooner. Now he’s going to try his best to get you to eat and not fall back into starving yourself. Even if you don’t like your body, Bakugo loves it and will try his best to help you see what he sees in you.

4. Denki x plus size reader

Denki is always jumping up and hugging you, kissing you squishing your chubby cheeks, overall is super big on pda. But you on the other hand were different, you never really hugged or kissed Denki in public. It’s not that you didn’t want to or didn’t like him. He’s your boyfriend and you love him very much. But you had another reason. Growing up you were self conscious about yourself and thought that you would never be good enough to be in a relationship. But here you are today with Denki being the best boyfriend he can to you.

Denki doesn’t know about your self consciousness and so he just thinks that you’re either sick or mad at him. At some point he pulled you aside and asked you this.

“Y/n, are you mad at me?”

“What? No Denki of course not,”you replied.

“Are you sure? You never want to hold my hand or kiss me or even hug me. I feel like I did something wrong.”

Oh Denki, no. It’s just that I think I’m not good enough to be with you and so i thought that giving you space would be good because I thought you were only with me to make me feel better.”

“EXCUSE ME Y/N? WHAT DID I JUST HEAR? Im with you because you’re so pretty and kind and gorgeous and sexy and sweet,” he over exaggerated.

“How could anyone not fall in love with you y/n. You’re perfect just the way you are,” Denki said grabbing your hand.

You grabbed his hand back and the two of you spent the rest of the day together.

5. Kirishima x plus size reader

Surprisingly, the both of you were decent cooks. So you guys decided that after a long week of studying and exams, you would bake cookies.

You came over to Kirishima’s house on Saturday. He looked like an excited little kid when he opened the door. He immediately pulled your soft body into a tight hug, a hug someone would give if they haven’t seen someone in decades.

“We’re gonna have such a great day today y/n, I just know it,” he said.

The two of you went into the kitchen and you put some of the ingredients you bought on the counter. The both of you walked your hands and Kirishima picked you up and put you on top of the counter. He then stood in between your thick thighs so you could tie his hair back. You then tied yours and the two of you got to work.

The cookies were now baking in the oven and the kitchen was a complete mess. Flour was everywhere. Sugar was all over the counter and your hair had some flour in it too. The two of you saw the mess and little out a small chuckle.

“I can’t believe we made this much of a mess. We’ll wait for the cookies to bake and then we’ll go take a shower,” he said.

The cookies were finally done baking and so you put on your mits and bent down to the oven to take them out. Kirishima couldn’t stop looking at your butt when you bent down. He loved how plump it looked.

You set the cookies to cool down and hopped into the shower. After that you and your boyfriend are the cookies and watched a movie. You even got to sit on his lap. After the two of you cuddled, your chubby cheek smooshed up against his hard chest while your leg is hiked up over his body.

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jisungsmochi · 3 years ago

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i’ve got this friend - mark lee

based on the (unreleased) song by 5SOS

neighbour & friend! mark + a very oblivious y/n (female)

word count: 1.7k

summary: after a rumour stirs that you have a secret admirer, your neighbour and friend, mark lee begins to drop some, not so subtle, clues on who it might be. will his mission be a success?

mark hated lee haechan more than anything in the world right now. the little menace decided to spread the rumour that you had a secret admirer. mark was in panic mode, wanting nothing more than to roll up in a ball and cry.

“what the hell, man? what if she finds out?” mark groaned, holding the bridge of his nose, as haechan continued to giggle.

“would that be so bad? you’ve been pining over her since you became neighbours. isn’t it time for you to finally tell her how you feel?”

“what if she’s disappointed?” haechan immediately stopped laughing, furrowing his eyebrows at his glum faced friend.

“but what if she’s over the moon? you always look for the bad in these situations. you’re confessing to her, you have to” mark knew inside that he was partially right. it had been almost two years since he developed a friendship with you. although you weren’t attached to the hip, you were both friendly towards eachother and spent a fair amount of time together. haechan claimed he had a fool proof plan to ‘get the girl’ so let the games begin...

“hey! y/n, wait up” mark caught up with you as you exited your house.

“oh goodmorning mark” you smiled as you walked over to him, continuing to walk alongside him on your way to school.

“i gotta tell you something” he looks away from you, eyes drawn to the ground. you silently urge him to continue,

“i heard that someone likes you”

you immediately stop in your tracks, your face contorting into confusion yet also, excitement.

“really? do you know who it is?” you trailed slowly behind him, he didn’t even notice you had stopped briefly.

“uh yeah, i’ve got this friend, he doesn’t really want me to tell you who he is yet” you felt your heart sink, is this all some sick prank?

“mark, you don’t have to feed into these rumours-“

“no i’m being serious, you have an admirer” he softly smiled, making you feel slightly more at ease. mark had never lied to you before, why would he start now? you decided not to pry him anymore, wanting to keep this to yourself for the time being. of course you were curious as to who it was, but maybe keeping their identity hidden is giving them the courage to contact you eventually. you were hopeful, and so was mark. he wanted nothing more than for you to make your way to him.

“so is there anything else you wanna tell me about said admirer? is he tall? do i know him?” you begin to become impatient as you sat across from mark at your usual lunch table.

“um he’s kinda my size? i guess. you might know him, he does go to our school” you begin to turn around, scanning your eyes over the courtyard.

“don’t look now! he might be looking” mark hurriedly spoke, not thinking about his words.

“oh so he’s close to where we are?” you grew even more curious than before. you were going to get mark lee to crack, it was the only way.

‘oh fuck’ he thought to himself. what is he going to do now?

“mark, it’s honestly killing me! you really can’t tell me who he is? is he really that shy? or am i just intimidating?” you frown as you sit on mark’s couch in his basement. he invited you over sometimes whenever he was bored and needed someone to go over some of his song ideas with. mark was in a band with some of his close friends, they didn’t really have a proper name yet, and had barely played infront of people.

“you’re not intimidating at all! you’re one of the kindest people i know” he quickly jumps to your defence. he hesitates for a moment before continuing,

“well he plays the bass guitar, and oh! he thinks you would like him better if he had a car, kinda feels like a loser for not having one” your mind begins to wind, who do you know that can play bass and has no car...

well jeno was the official bassist of their band...and you remember him complaining at one of their practices that he was late because he had to take the bus. but really? did lee jeno have a crush on you? that seemed unrealistic. you barely had any interactions with him, only greeting him nicely whenever you tuned in to their practices. was mark trying to set you guys up or something?

“is it someone from your band?” mark froze, not expecting you to catch on so quickly. (not like he was being so discrete either)

“uh maybe, maybe not. i don’t know” he begins to ramble.

“i’m beginning to think you’re playing some weird prank on me, mark lee. i hope whoever this guy is, comes to me soon. the suspense is killing me!” and with that, mark knew he needed to speed up the plan.

“you gotta tell her soon, your stupid clues are probably making her stressed. and why the hell do you wanna make her stressed?!” haechan gave the older boy a hard smack on the back of the head.

“look, we need a new plan, asap”

“no shit, you’re lucky i’m the damage control” haechan huffed, putting on his figurative thinking cap.

“aha! you’re going to write her a song” mark raised an eyebrow at the younger boy as if he was insane, he can’t write a song in a day, not even a week sometimes.

“not an actual song! just a little snippet of a song describing your feelings, since you can’t seem to say it to her straight out. it’s a brilliant idea and you should thank me” mark understood where he was coming from. maybe if he sat you down, with his guitar and sang to you, it wouldn’t be as awkward or pressuring. lee haechan was in fact a genius.

“mark? it’s like 1am, what do you need me for?” you groan from your side of the phone call.

“i need to get something off my chest, meet me at the park in 10” part of you wanted to hang up and fall back asleep, but another part of you was curious as to why mark lee needed you so late in the night. you dressed yourself in a warm puffer jacket before making your way to the playground across from your and mark’s houses.

you saw him sitting on one of the swings, his guitar tucked close to him, his fingers strumming to a random tune.

“this better be good” you sigh, taking a seat on the swing next to him.

“the reason i asked you to come out here is because i haven’t been completely honest with you. i don’t want you to say anything until the song is done, it would really save me the embarrassment” he warned, making you slightly nervous. he took a deep breath, eyes focused on the strings of the guitar, before he began to play.

[ *cue ‘i’ve got this friend’ by 5sos hehe]

“I've got this friend who's crazy about you

I've got this friend who can't be without you

I've got this friend and I wish I could see

See what you'd say if I told you it was me

I want to tell you to see what you'd say

Before I jump in and I ask for that date

I've been that friend

I've been that friend and I wish I could see

How this would end if you knew it was me?”

your heart melted at each lyric. mark lee had been that ‘friend’ all along. the mark that always waited for you to walk to school together. the mark that always brought you home bubble tea when you were feeling down. the mark that always invited you over just because he enjoyed the company. it was him. it was always him.

you felt tears begin to fill your eyes, causing mark to place his guitar down and stand across from you, holding your shoulders gently.

“d-did i say something wrong? did i mess things up? i’m so sorry, y/n. i should have come clean so-“

“no mark, i’m not mad or sad! i’m just really overwhelmed. here i was thinking that this was all some silly joke when the whole time, you were my admirer” you slightly sniffled at the last part, making mark’s heart swoon. he wiped a tear that fell from your eye, as you leant into his warm palm.

“i don’t need you to say you like me back or anything, i just couldn’t go on with life without you knowing”

“i understand. and trust me, i’ve always seen you as my cute next door neighbour. and honestly, i’d be lying if i said that i haven’t thought about dating you” you felt heat rise to your cheeks, hoping he wouldn’t notice due to the cold.

“but all those clues! it must have been so entertaining to watch me struggle with piecing it all together! everything makes sense now, except for the bass guitar one. i thought you were just the lead guitarist?” you furrowed your eyebrows as mark began to chuckle.

��i kinda slipped up there, i can play both guitar and bass. i was actually the initial bassist of the band until we found jeno” mark explained, making you feel even more stupid.

“gosh, there i was thinking that jeno was my admirer” you saw mark begin to frown, causing you to stand and face him.

“but don’t worry about him, all my attention and focus will be on you now!” you smiled with glee, watching as mark copied your expression. he leaned down close to you, placing a small peck to your cheek, his breath slowly fanning your cheeks.

“so what do you say? go on a date with me?”

“of course, tell your little ‘friend’ he finally got the girl” you pulled him into a warm embrace, feeling him melt in your arms.

it was safe to say that you and mark didn’t remain friends for much longer.

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lgcyeah · 2 years ago

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jell-o, everyone!

my name is ava and i’ll be the one behind kim yeah! she is a 3rd year trainee (signed jan. 2020) who focuses on singing > dancing. she is very quiet and expressionless so some people may call her doll/mannequin because of it and also any play on her name sounding like yeah/yes (she’s heard them all!).

thank you very much for the welcome messages i’ll get to them asap while i pretend i’m working! :^) meanwhile, please check down below for some ready-made ideas in case one of them interest you!

general connections/ideas:

a friend who’s known her since she was a child and knows how much she’s changed

someone who thinks she’s stuck up because she’s always staring and has the latest technology (she’s just awkward)

people who joined in jan. 2020! you’re in this together

you’ve been trainees together for a long time. she literally doesn’t know your name. she has no idea. why would she ask anyone that’d be embarrassing.

you think there’s a rivalry between the two of you but i swear she’s not like that please calm down.

you have very similar phones/bags/earbuds/whatever and you took hers on the way out and she has no idea who took hers or who owns the thing she has now. come back...

just used random word generator:

#ankle: you stumble upon each other on the corridors and now yeah’s ankle has started to hurt, but she refuses to get it looked at. a twisted ankle would be bad for both of you.

#atrament: she’s writing things down for university, but once she’s done, she realizes the black ink bled through the paper and onto some stuff you had left there beforehand. what did you do and is that math?

#humify: yep! that’s her water bottle! yep! that’s your bag! oh, you left your phone there?

#sulphureous: the sun is burning very hot on this cloudless day and you decide to take yeah along with her to do something. maybe you need her help carrying something heavy in the sweaty day or just want to grab some ice cream - or both!

#gabelle: you want yeah to try something you cooked up and jesus christ why is there so much salt in this.

#lentiform: yeah doesn’t need glasses but you sure do! so sorry for stepping on them!

#( if you saw me accidentally post this yesterday panic delete it without saving it and now having to write it all again from scratch no you #ooc

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sugakoni · 3 years ago

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"it's all you."

(a/n): this was requested by @oyasumimosura! i had a blast writing this for the last couple of days, i am so sorry for the delayed response but life has been hectic. i hope this is good!!!

warnings: lots of swearing, some angst, mentions of death and karl being a full fledge simp.

pairing: karl heisenberg x fem!reader

word count: 9935

synopsis: you are the CEO of a very well known company in the United States. you decided to go on a week long vacation to some Eastern Mountain Range in Europe, and you went paragliding with your group. little did you know, this would be the start of something supernatural and unbeknownst to you. (THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE BASED STORY. LOTS OF THIS STUFF KIND OF WONT MAKE SENSE TO CANONVERSE.)

story under the cut.

(note; this is unedited and i will probably not notice any errors in my writing for a bit. please do not make fun of me. i just wanted to get this out there ASAP.)

Tree branches snapped underneath the group's feet as they walked up the mountain, soft breaths leaving everyone as they continued their ascent. The frigid temperatures weren’t a bother to them, since they have done this before in even colder weather.

You were in the back, as you always were. You planned a one off trip for yourself to get away from the hectic life you had back in the city, your CEO position getting to your mind too much. This was the vacation you needed, and the group of people you paired yourself with decided to go paragliding off of a mountain that they had been eyeing for what felt like weeks to them. You joined, and knew your daredevil heart would feel content.

Soon enough, you reached the top of the mountain, the hiking trip taking longer than you would’ve liked to admit. Everyone began to gear up themselves, and you followed suit as you listened to everyone speaking amongst each other. You looked off the cliff, seeing a castle in the distance. You raised an eyebrow, letting out a soft sigh as one of the group members patted your back.

“Let’s get this show on the road!”

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The pain in your head was seering, cool ground felt below you. You could barely remember how you got yourself into this mess, but soon the memories came flooding back.

You were paragliding, alongside everyone else. The whole thing seemed surreal, everything looked dull and eerie, but a certain beautifulness lingered in the view. That was until you heard a scream and a screech of some animal, glancing back behind you to see two people from your group being attacked by… bat human hybrids? Your confusion struck, but soon fear bubbled into you when you looked in front of you and saw even more.

You couldn’t care less what was below you, but you knew you had to make a crash landing somewhere to get away from these beasts. Before you knew it, you were crashing hard into snow covered ground, adrenaline pumping through you at an alarming rate before you closed your eyes.

Confusion still lingered as you looked around the room you were in. Shelves filled with random crates and scrap, a wall riddled in pictures of people who were unrecognizable. You squinted, trying to read the words from the spot you were in before you heard something loud in a hole beside you. A scream caught in your throat as you moved away from it, standing up and feeling light headed. You grasped onto a wall, breathing heavily as you tried to think.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself. You started to walk slowly, but the pain was just too much. You whined out, moving to rest your back on the wall before slowly sliding down.

A door opened and closed, and fear started pumping through you again. Would there be something horrible here? You knew you had a gut feeling, you shouldn’t have gone with a random group of people to a mountain range no one knew, you knew you should’ve believed the things you read on this-

“Hey, hey, hey! You’re finally awake,” the man who stood in front of you spoke. You furrowed your eyebrows, rubbing your head.

“W-who are you?”

“That’s somethin’ we can worry about later… Here,” the unknown man moved towards you and handed you a tray. A cup filled with water and a plate with bread and some fruit was now in your lap. You felt your stomach lightly rumble at the sight, not caring before you began to eat.

If he wanted to kill you, he already would’ve.

A soft hum left your lips as you ate everything on the plate, moving to drink the water. You knew you probably looked a mess, but the man just stood there with his hands on his hips.

You looked up, moving to place the tray down on the floor beside you. The cup of water being held between your hands, and you took small sips of it. Silence filled the room, which caused you to go a bit uneasy.

“How did you even get here?”

You took another sip of water before putting it down on the tray, biting against your lip.

“Me and a group of people were paragliding off of a mountain around here… thought it was a good idea until some… weird bat things attacked… I guess I landed somewhere around here,” you whispered, your headache slowly going away. The man let out a hum.

“Sure as hell did, you landed in probably the worst spot you could’ve, the lycans were going crazy,” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head before going to grab a chair to sit in.

Lycans?

What the fuck is a lycan?

Your eyebrows knitted in newfound confusion, the man in front of you playing with a pocket knife he had in his hand. You didn’t feel nervous, though you should’ve. But he radiated something in him that just made you know he was someone you could trust.

“Lycans… are uh… werewolves,” he spoke before clearing his throat.

“My name is Karl Heisenberg, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier,” he added, and you were thankful you could put a name to his face.

“Well.. thank you for taking me in, Karl… I’m Y/n.” you hummed, headache now somewhat gone. You stood up, looking around before stretching your arms over your head. You didn’t know how you were going to get home, let alone in this state. It seemed like you would be stuck here for a while. You had no wallet, no keys, nothing. You let out a soft sigh in thought.

Karl stood up, moving over towards you. “I should’ve made you sleep in my room, Y/n… sorry about that,” he muttered.

Something seemed off about him that you couldn’t really put your finger on, but it seemed like he was… flustered. You shrugged, starting to follow him after he motioned you to. You looked around the area, seeing how it was completely different than anything you had seen before.

A factory?

You crossed your arms, feeling cold. Your jacket was wrapped around you tightly, and you still had your jeans and boots on, but you had no idea why the chill nipped at you harshly. Karl pushed open a door on his left side, and you saw a bed, a small desk, and a few pieces of scrap metal on the floor in disarray.

“You’ll sleep here.”

“What about you?” You asked, scrunching your nose. It smelled of man and cigarettes in here, which you shouldn’t have been surprised since it seemed this man lived alone in this… factory.

“Oh honey, I don’t sleep,” Karl hummed, moving to grab some papers off of his desk.

You shrugged your jacket off, moving to place it on the back of the chair in the room. You thought for a moment, seeing the dirt and grime that riddled your skin. A soft sigh left your lips.

“Do you have a shower?”

Karl looked back at you, dumbfounded that you would even ask that.

“Yeah I have a shower. What do you take me for, some wild animal?”

Damn, I pushed a button.

“Just jokin’. It’s in that room over there,” he replied, still looking at papers on his desk.

You looked over to where he pointed, seeing the door on the farther end of the room. You made your way towards the door, opening it and going inside. You shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it as you quickly took your clothes off. You felt disgusting, utterly filthy as your cheeks were smeared with some dirt, hair slightly matted in your ponytail. You looked at yourself in the mirror after turning the shower on, feeling the steam fill the room.

The shower water felt nice on your exposed skin, the water at your feet growing a murky brown as you washed the dirt from your body and hair.

You groaned, starting to wash your body, before you heard the door open. You peaked your head from around the corner, wet hair stuck to your forehead as you were met with Karl holding a shirt.

You gave a small smile, which caused his own heart to flutter. He kept his composure as you moved to go back behind the curtain, the sound of a bottle opening soon afterwards.

“Thank you, Karl,” you sang as you started to wash your hair. A soft hum left your lips, which caused Karl’s mind to go haywire. He placed the shirt against the counter, sighing to himself.

“Not a problem,” he said and moved to get out of the room.

The tension lingered, and you could feel it. You bit at your lip in thought, rinsing the soap out of your hair before putting conditioner in it. Karl was pretty attractive in your eyes, but he looked like he had some issues he needed to fix himself. He was very kind to you, though he could’ve killed you at any chance he got, he was taking care of you and making sure you were okay.

This is odd.

You finished your shower, getting out and wrapping a towel around your body, finding another towel thrown into the cabinet beside the sink and wrapping it around your hair. You shivered as you put clothes on your body, the shirt being slightly too big but you didn’t mind. You walked out of the bathroom, and Karl was nowhere to be found.

Knowing that this place was somewhat of a labyrinth by the few halls you had seen, you knew it was best to just stay put in his bedroom. You felt a bit weird wanting to go into his bed, but the need for sleep was calling for you. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, you wrung your hair out of water against your towel before throwing it into a nearby clothes bin.

As soon as you did that, Karl walked in. He seemed furious about something, going to his desk and opening a bunch of drawers. You stood, playing with your fingers in front of you as you watched him. He was cursing to himself.

“Where is it, where is it, where is it,” he kept repeating, every drawer he opened that didn’t have it in it, he would groan.

You sighed a bit to yourself, and began to realize this man was somewhat like you. He seemed devoted to his work.

A workaholic.

“Karl… you shouldn’t stress yourself out like this,” you spoke out, which caused him to halt.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

“I said I’m fine!” He barked.

You didn’t budge, standing still as his chest heaved a bit. He slammed all the drawers shut with one fluid motion of his hand, which caused you to raise an eyebrow. Karl kept his eyes on you before looking in front of him and slamming his hands on the desk, his head hung low.

“Go to bed,” he sighed out, taking his hat off and placing it down. You crossed your arms.

“Not until you go to bed with me.” You huffed, going to the bed and pulling the covers back. You motioned to it, and Karl shook his head.

“I’m not gonna sleep, it’s a lost cause,” He muttered.

“Well then, I am not going to sleep.”

Karl rolled his eyes at your reply, looking over at you and letting out a soft tch. He moved over to the bed, kicking his shoes off before laying down. You smiled in content, going over to the other side of the bed and getting in. He laid on his back, looking up at the ceiling as you shifted onto your side.

You felt content laid in bed again, but you missed the warmth of your jacket. It seemed as if this comforter was doing nothing for you, shivering violently. Karl noticed this, swallowing his pride as he shifted closer to you.

The slight warmth radiating off of his body was enough to make you crave more, so you scooted closer to him until your back was touching his arm. He tensed, trying not to move wrong. You laughed, which caused him to raise an eyebrow.

“You can get more comfortable, you know?” You let out in between giggles. The way Karl’s heart was thumping in his chest was mere agonizing to him; never having felt this way before towards someone. He sighed out, turning to his side and wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you close.

You could feel how timid he was in his grip, and you decided not to move more against him as you closed your eyes.

You are crazy.

How could you trust someone you just met?

These thoughts lingered on in the back of your head, but the ultimate answer to this feeling was

Love.

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The sound of birds outside the small window Karl had in his room stirred you awake. You felt cold, looking to your side and seeing an empty spot on the bed where he had been the night prior. You let out a hum, sitting up and stretching before getting out of bed. Your exposed feet pressed against the cool floor, sending shivers up your spine as you walked into the bathroom.

A soft giggle left your lips at how your hair was in disarray, shaking your head. You usually don’t see yourself so messed up, since work calls for you to be dressed up and your presence in the media orders you to look at least somewhat decent. It was nice to finally be a real human for once.

Once you took care of your hair situation, a loud creak of a door was heard before it thudded shut. You walked out of the bathroom, being met with Karl who had a fabric tote in his hand. You raised an eyebrow, taking in the outfit he was wearing. Long trench coat, a button up shirt, sunglasses and a leather hat. Pants tucked into a pair of boots.

“Good mornin’, sleepy head,” Karl teased, which caused you to roll your eyes. He lifted the tote up, letting you take it from his hands as you looked in it. You pulled out some garments, seeing that they were completely different than what you wore normally.

“Stopped by the village when I woke up… had to get you some clothes,” he shrugged. You thanked him softly, going towards the bathroom to change.

The dress was black, with a matching black corset. You blinked a bit as you tightened it, kind of gasping out as you tried to tie it up.

“Fuck,” you muttered, realizing that this was a two person job. You put on the flats he had gotten for you, confused as to how they fit… perfectly. You pulled your hair up in a tight bun before going out of the room, being met with Karl who was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading something on a paper he got.

“Can you help me?” You asked, shyness ringing in your tone. He looked up, seeing that the corset you were wearing was barely tied. He stood up, not saying a word as he tightened it some more and tied it.

Karl took this moment to his advantage, glancing down at the curves that he knew you had. He held back a grunt, eyes immediately going back up as you turned around.

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile, moving to pull out some baby hairs from your bun. They framed your face, and you felt content. Karl closed his eyes for a moment before grabbing a cigar that he had in his pocket, lighting in as it was placed in between his lips.

“Don’t mention it,” he mumbled through the cigar, taking an inhale as a small smirk was on his lips when you coughed.

You moved away from him, looking around the room. There was really nothing in here, and you hoped he would show you around, at least let you go out of the factory. He could tell you were getting antsy.

“Hey, let me give you a tour,” Karl spoke out, going towards the door and opening it. You smiled, going towards the door and walking out, him following suit. You tied a small apron thing around your waist, something that came with the garments he gave.

You two walked silently, following behind him as he showed you around. You bit at your lip, trying to take in everything that he said. You knew it would be easy to get lost here.

Karl, however, knew why he wanted to give you a tour. He made a way out for you in case something were to ever happen with Mother, since she seemed to be a royal bitch to anything he loved and cared about. He had the feeling that something might happen to him, especially with his sister. He groaned at the thought, beginning to feel stressed out.

“You okay?” You asked him, and he glanced back at you.

“I’m fine.”

You decided not to push his buttons, continuing to walk. It was soon halted when a half man half dog thing jumped out at you, causing you to scream. You grabbed onto Karl’s arm tightly as he looked at the lycan straight on.

“Shut the fuck up! Go mess with someone else, idiot!” Karl yelled out, which caused the beast to slowly sulk away. You blinked, looking at the man who was breathing heavily out of his nose.

He glanced back at you, immediately calming down.

“You okay?” he repeated your question from earlier, which caused you to blush slightly as he looked down at you.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, your hands still tightly gripping at his jacket. He smirked a bit before walking again, letting you keep your hands there. Soon enough, though, you let go and kept your hands in front of you and arms to your side. He missed the contact, but didn’t want to admit it.

“Here is an escape route,” he started, pointing out what to do on a small map he had. You were currently standing in the entrance of it. You listened to everything he had said, tilting your head to the side as you glanced from the map to his face periodically.

“-and here you will take a left turn and soon enough you are out of this hell of a place… any questions?”

“Why?”

“Why what?” Karl asked, confusion lingering in his voice. You chuckled a bit.

“Why do you have this?”

He swore his cheeks heated up at your question, shaking his head a bit. You smiled, still looking at him and waiting for an answer. A deep huff left his lips.

“In case Mother Miranda comes out to get me. I am a Lord here, a disciple to a Goddess who does jack shit for this village and my brother and sisters. If any of them, and I mean any of them became aware of you, I would be fucked and you would be killed.”

As he told you this, your eyebrows furrowed. You thought for a moment, shaking your head.

“But what if I want to stay-”

“You can’t, if they know. That’s why I got you these clothes, that’s why I am showing you this. I don’t want you here if that happens,” Karl slightly huffed out, and you were taken aback by this sudden emotion that he had. The tension grew between you, and it was heavy in the air. You don’t know why you felt this way, but it was different than being scared for your life in a place you didn’t know.

Karl soon enough told you to head back to the room, finished showing you around as he sauntered off. You were confused and slightly hurt by his immediate shove of emotions, but you understood where he was coming from. You walked towards the room, going inside and sitting down on the chair at the desk. Boredom hit you hard, so you decided to snoop…

If you didn’t touch anything too serious, maybe he won’t know.

In the first drawer, you found a journal. You blinked a bit, curiosity now filling you as you grabbed the leather back book and opened it. Pages upon pages of messy writing and drawings filled the vintage pages, and you started to read. Learning more about Karl and his work, and how he felt about life in general…

He is hurting.

He lost his dignity.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the word “monster” scribbled onto the page. You bit at your lip, slowly learning that Karl had these abilities that Miranda had cursed him with as a young child. It pulled at your heart, making you a bit teary eyed as you thought about how much this man had lost. You continued to look in the journal, seeing the date on the top of one of the pages was dated for the day prior.

A girl landed in the courtyard of the factory. She had some sort of parachute-like thing on her, and I got her before the lycans did, thank god.

She is stunning, to say the least. I have never seen someone who looks like her, and that says a lot about me. I don’t know why I have this overwhelming sense of… emotion, being in her presence. She is currently sleeping in my bed, and I got up as soon as I knew she wouldn’t wake up from me moving.

I don’t know why… but I want to hold her… I want to protect her from every bit of terror that riddles this village, I don’t want Miranda to find her. Fuck. Why am I feeling like this over someone who I barely know?

I don’t even know what she does for a living, her age, where she resides, hell what if she is already married? She looks to be a wealthy woman, and knows her place with men, especially men like me. Shit, Karl… What are you fucking doing?

Why are you talking about Y/n like this?

Fuck…

FU-

The door swinging open caused you to slam the journal shut, but you placed it in your lap. Karl was standing there, some sort of hammer in hand. He looked at you, then down at the journal, and then back at you.

“What the fuck?” He asked, and you stayed quiet. He placed his hammer down and walked over to you, snatching the journal out of your lap.

“This isn’t something you can just snoop in, lady,” Karl seethed, throwing the book back into the drawer that was still opened. You pressed your lips together, crossing your arms.

“You love me, Karl.”

Karl raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back every ounce of embarrassment he had at this moment. You did just read about him ranting about his emotions, a soft blush on your cheeks as you thought.

“Are you out of your damn mind?”

“No, but it seems like you are,” You teased, standing up in front of him. Karl shook his head, putting his hands up in defense for a moment as if you had caught him in an act. You chuckled a bit. You moved to wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him close as he just stood there.

Soon enough, he moved to wrap his arms around your waist and dug his head into the crook of your neck. You stood there like this for a moment, holding each other. It had been forever since you had felt any sort of physical intimacy like this, and it had been the first time he did. He felt the mutual feeling radiate off of you through the hug, which calmed his nerves.

You pulled away, looking up at him.

“Don’t ever be afraid of these feelings,” you started, moving to caress his cheek. “And remember that you are still human, regardless of how much you feel your dignity has been snatched from you… you are more than what she says,” you whispered. Karl leaned his head into your hand, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he thought. He didn’t want to cry to you, but the tears that stung in his eyes, hidden by his sunglasses, were threatening to spill at the words.

“I have something for you,” Karl muttered, moving to pull something out of his pocket. You moved your hands, watching him rummage before pulling out two rings. You looked confused, seeing the contrast in his hand.

One of the rings was bigger than the others, which caused you to realize that it was probably for him. You glanced at the smaller one, seeing it was embedded in small multicolored crystals. The metal bent around smoothly.

“I made these after I wrote that entry,” he broke the silence. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, before tilting your head up fully. Your heart was beating hard against your chest.

Trust.

“I didn’t think you were the romantic type , Karl,” you chuckled, letting him put the ring onto your left ring finger. “But, you sure do know how to make a woman’s heart flutter.”

Karl let out a small laugh at that, putting the ring he made for himself onto his own finger. He felt content in his feelings, especially because you felt the same.

“I have my ways, Y/n,” he hummed. You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you both stood in the middle of his room. Karl had a faint bit of pink brush against his cheeks, and so did you.

“Thank you,” you whispered softly.

“Don’t mention it.”

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It had been a few days since you crashed at Karl’s factory, and it had been going well. You have developed a relationship with the lycans that had hung around it, and now you were able to go out a bit further closer to the village. At around the one week mark, you were sitting outside on a rock, watching the lycans converse as you wrote in your journal. The cold air didn’t seem to phase you, but you did have Karl’s jacket on, which helped.

Your head peaked up when you heard a rustle on the far end of the entrance, eyebrow raising. You shut your book slowly, hopping off of the rock as you began to look around. Knowing the area around here, it could’ve been an animal, but your curiosity was rubbed. You glanced around, before making eye contact with a man.

Your eyes widened, and you began to walk quickly towards Karl’s factory. The lycans were snarling towards the direction of the man, but you could care less as you opened the door, being met with a flabbergasted man.

“Someone saw me-”

“You gotta go, now,” Karl spoke, moving to take his jacket off of you, giving you the one you landed here with. You bit your lip, knowing that this was the only way you would be safe.

Running.

Karl was looking around, throwing some things into the tote that came with your clothing. You watched him, silently freaking out in your own mind. He handed you the paper that had the map of the escape route on it, as well as the bag.

You looked up at him, tears filling your eyes. Karl had a small frown on his lips, his hands on your shoulders as he slowly rubbed them up and down. You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I will see you again, buttercup… I promise,” Karl whispered after pulling away from the kiss. You gave a nod, thanking him again for what he did for you before fleeing the factory. Tears stained your cheeks as you ran and ran, making sure you took the right turns to get out of here. Soon enough, you were met with a large hole and sunlight, sighing heavily once you realized you were towards the end.

You walked out, beginning your trek towards whatever you could go to. It seemed Karl mapped out a certain route with yellow tape and paint, and you were grateful for that. You soon enough found a road, a soft hum leaving your lips.

Following the road, you finally made it into a small town. You glanced around at the older buildings, seeing that there was a pub that was somewhat busy. You moved to go in, immediately booking it to the bathroom and changing in one of the stalls.

Everything had happened so fast, that you needed time to think. Your hands were cold, cheeks flushed and your heart was breaking at every breath you took. You didn’t know if you would ever see Karl again, but the love you felt for him was bursting through you every moment you were away from him, even if it had been a couple of hours.

You walked out of the bathroom, in your clothes that you had initially landed in, and made your way towards the bar. You sat down, knowing you weren’t going to be able to order anything, but the bartender was very sweet and gave you a free plate of food and some whiskey. She gave you a smile, to which you gave back.

“Heartbreak, sweetie. It’s a bitch.”

Meanwhile, at the factory, Mother Miranda was looking around everywhere for a maiden that a devoted villager had told her about. She was silent the whole time, Karl following her around. He let out a huff here and there, feeling like a teen who was caught doing something crazy.

“Where is she?” Miranda asked, and Karl rolled his eyes.

“I told you, I don’t know who you are talking about, Mother,” Karl replied, taking an inhale of the cigar in between his lips. But, the thought of you still lingered in his mind, your lips on his own. He sighed out to himself as he followed his “mother” around, and she ultimately gave in to defeat.

“How dare they waste my time, I am sorry for the intrusion, Heisenberg,” Miranda said after a while, standing at the exit of his factory. Karl shrugged, trying to keep the shit eating grin he so wanted to give back.

“It’s fine, go give ‘em hell or whatever you do when they do this shit,” Karl replied. Mother nodded, leaving the factory in a huff. Karl chuckled to himself, shutting the door behind her and moving towards his room. He sat at the edge of his bed, trying not to think about how anxious he was about how Miranda probably could’ve snooped around enough to find the escape route.

As evening hit, Karl was summoned to a meeting in the church. He was making his way there, opening the door and immediately going to his pew. His sisters and brother were sitting there already, Mother Miranda not being anywhere to be seen. Alcina glared at the engineer, which caused him to smirk.

“What is it?”

“You are the reason for this… random meeting,” Alcina spoke, rolling her eyes afterwards.

Karl raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the pew and crossing his legs, letting his arms drape over the back. He glanced around, seeing Angie struggling in Donna’s lap, and Moreau cowering in the corner as per usual. He tched.

“Little ol’ me? How so?” Karl asked, sarcasm lacing his voice.

Alcina shook her head, turning it towards the door that now opened. There stood Mother Miranda with an unlucky man, who was one of the villagers known to be fully devoted to her. She had him by a death grip on his wrist, his begging and pleads boomed against the old church walls.

Mother threw him down onto the ground, moving towards her chair and sitting down. The man was shaking, crying and sitting on his knees.

“Mother Miranda! Dear Mother Miranda, please! All I have done my whole life is devote myself to you, please don’t kill me!”

“Silence!” She yelled, the tone of her voice ringing throughout everyone’s ears. Karl sat there, unphased as he looked at the man in front of them all. He bit at his tongue, guessing this was the man who saw you walk into his factory.

“How dare you embarrass me and accuse one of the Lords of hiding something from me? How dare you say you are fully devoted to me when you sent me on a wild goose chase?” Miranda seethed, which caused the man to whimper.

How pathetic.

The man cried, trying to compose himself.

“Please Mother, I promise I didn’t mean to. I am embarrassed by my actions, but I swear I will make it better-”

“How so?” Karl asked, raising an eyebrow. The man looked over at him, a small smirk on his face as he pointed a finger to him.

“You… your little lady is very popular in America! Found her immediately… I will kill her! And satisfy Mother Miranda!” He yelled out. Karl was slightly taken aback, letting out a chuckle.

“Good luck finding someone who doesn’t exist,” Karl said with a shrug, leaning back again into his pew. Mother Miranda looked at the two as they spoke, shaking her head. She thought for a moment, before opening her mouth to speak again.

“If you can find her, and bring her to me alive, I will forgive you for what you have caused me,” She replied. Karl’s eyes widened beneath his sunglasses, but he kept his composure the same.

Fuck.

The meeting was dismissed, and Karl was immediately the first one out, not without gripping the man by the shirt and dragging him out like Mother told him to. He pinned him against a wall, away from the view of anyone, and the man laughed.

“You of all people should know how much Mother hates lying!” The man laughed maniacally, which caused Karl to shove him harshly against the wall. The man winced, and Karl’s eyes were filled with fury, the yellow from his cadou fully eloping his irises.

“You are some sorry old man, fucker. If you lay a fucking hand on her, I swear you will never see the light of day, got it?” Karl asked before throwing him to the ground.

The man kept laughing, never giving him a reply. Karl huffed, grabbing his hammer and beginning to walk back home. He knew he had to protect you, especially from this maniac of a man, but he needed time to do his own research to figure out where the hell you even could be.

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Days had passed since you made it back home, and you were now onto doing the things you oh so dearly missed. You stood at the giant window in your office, taking a sip of your coffee and looking down at the commuters below. A soft sigh left your lips as you moved to fiddle a bit with your ring, turning around and putting your coffee down on your desk.

You sat down, finally, and brushed off your skirt, unbuttoning the jacket you were wearing. You opened up your computer, starting to do your work that accumulated while you were on vacation. Though, your mind still lingered to the engineer who took care of you.

The door in front of you opened, and soon walked in your secretary. Her bubbly personality contrasted to your currently brooding state, but that wasn’t normal for you. She noticed this, cautiously putting papers onto your desk. You looked up at her, blinking.

“Miss… you have been pretty on edge the past few days, is something going on?” She asked, concern in her tone.

You gave a nod, moving to grab the papers that she had placed down. You looked through them, breathing in sharply through your nose before placing them down, elbows on your desk and hands clasped together. A small smile was on your lips.

“Alright, just wanted to make sure, miss. Your private car should be here in 30 minutes,” She hummed before walking out. You sighed.

Time really does go by fast here.

You looked down at your watch, seeing that it was indeed 30 minutes until your office closed. You stood up, starting to put everything you needed into your work bag, your diamond bracelet jingling a bit. The ring that Karl had made you contrasted heavily with the fine jewelry you wore, but you never wanted to take it off.

Soon enough it was now time to leave, and you made your way down to the private car. You hummed a soft tune to yourself, thinking about Karl as you did. Your driver started to drive you to your house, going through the gates of the community, then going through the gates of your house. You ended up dozing off at some point during the ride, jumping awake when the car halted.

“Sorry about that,” you mumbled to your driver. He laughed and shook it off, not caring that his boss had fallen asleep in the car.

“Have a good night, miss.”

“You too, Javi,” you yawned, pulling your bag out before shutting the door. You walked up to your front door, going inside your lavish house, looking around at everything that seemed foreign but familiar.

You missed the lively feeling of the factory, it felt like someone genuinely lived there. Here, your home has a polished, smooth, rich feeling. It caused you to shudder in thought. You were essentially living a life that you didn’t want, but you built yourself up to. You walked towards your kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine out of your wine rack before grabbing a glass.

You moved to open your phone, connecting it to the bluetooth stereo in your house and turning on some soft music. You poured your wine, taking the glass and slowly sipping at it. A soft breath left your nose as you thought, placing the glass down and biting at your lip.

You missed his touch and how it warmed you, you missed the laughs he let out when you would ask something stupid. You missed how protective he was over you, and it felt like the time you had together was cut prematurely by your own dumb curiousity. Tears filled your eyes as you grabbed your glass and slammed the wine down, going up to your room to change into a pair of sweats and a tank top. Putting on a light jacket and some slides, deciding to go towards the community park the gated neighborhood you lived in had.

Keys in hand, you began the small walk towards it. Your pepper spray dangled beside you, which was the only way you felt safe. You finally made it to the park, sitting on a bench and breathing in as the silence of the night, followed by the soft buzzes and noises of bugs around, was taken all around you. You moved to open your phone, looking through some apps.

Sighing heavily, phone now turned off, you slumped back into your seat. Your leg was bouncing up and down, arms crossed. It was such a pain in the ass, craving someone you knew you weren’t going to be able to see again. A shaky breath left you as you felt tears stain your cheeks, looking up and seeing a familiar silhouette in the darkness.

“Karl?” You called out quietly, before the light above finally shined against him. A small smile was on his face, and you immediately wiped your tears from your skin.

“Hey, buttercup,” he sighed out, exhaustion hitting him like a train. You ran over to him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. Karl held you close, taking in every bit of physical intimacy that he lacked for what felt like eternity since you had left him. Choked sobs left you as you broke down, and he tried to soothe you by rubbing your back.

Safe.

You pulled away from him, sniffing and hiccuping a bit as you did. Karl stayed quiet, not wanting to startle you by why he was here, so he kept it to himself. He moved to look at your left hand, seeing the ring was still around your finger, a small hum leaving him.

“Missed me that much, huh?” he joked, chuckling afterwards. You nodded.

This moment was something you had been longing for since you escaped, and it felt surreal that he was in front of you again. You moved to intertwine your fingers together, starting to lead him to your house. Karl looked around, seeing how wealthy these homes looked, eyebrow raising a bit.

“I didn’t know you were this rich,” Karl spoke, and you looked back at him. You made it to the gate of your home, putting in the pin, letting it open.

“I made my way around. I built a name for myself pretty early, and now I am the CEO of a multimillion dollar company,” you replied. Karl’s eyes widened.

“Multimillion?”

You giggled a bit, opening your front door and letting him inside. He was honestly shocked, looking around at the polished stone and marble that riddled the floors and pillars in your house.

“I know… I never really talk about it, but it is kinda hard to hide when your house is like… this,” you shrugged, motioning to the house. Karl gave a nod, mumbling a wow.

You showed him around your humble abode, the same way he gave you a tour of his factory when you finally woke up. It felt odd, showing a man like him a place like this, but you didn’t care. You knew he didn’t care either. Soon, you made it to your room and you showed it to him. He looked at everything.

The modesty and modern feel of your whole entire house was even shown in your room. Though, your desk was filled with water bottles and crumpled paper, laptop open to a random tab. Your bed sheets and comforter were still messy from the nights sleep you got before. You let yourself have your own chaotic space, and instead of it being your whole house, it was your room.

You glanced back at him, seeing him look at the books on the shelves that were beside your door. Taking this as a chance, you wrapped your hands around him from behind and rested your head against his back. Karl didn’t tense up at the feeling of your hands, but more so leaned into the warmth he desperately craved.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly against his jacket. He bit at his lip.

“Just missed you, that’s all…”

“So you looked me up?” You asked teasingly, a giggle leaving your lips as he turned around. He rolled his eyes.

“Had to make sure you weren’t a serial killer or somethin’.”

“You are literally… nevermind,” you laughed. Karl chuckled, before caressing your check with one of his hands. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You immediately melted into the feeling, and it started to become feverish fast.

Karl began to kiss you deeply, which you accepted. Your hands knocked his hat off, gripping at his hair as his hands went from your hips to your ass, gripping at it harshly as you let out a soft moan against his lips. The moment was hot and heavy, and you enjoyed every bit of it as you pressed your hips against his. His tongue immediately went into your mouth, rubbing against your own before his hands gripped at your shirt.

The moment lingered on, the make out session becoming more heavy before he finally pulled away. Both of you had spit covered lips, slightly rosey cheeks and your clothes were a bit of a tugged on mess. A giggle left you as Karl smirked, moving to take off his clothes, leaving his boxers on. You took your sweat pants off, not being a fan of sleeping in them before you moved to lay down in bed, motioning for him to lay beside you.

Karl laid down, facing the ceiling as you turned on your side to face him. You laid your head down against his exposed chest, hand against his skin. He moved a hand down to play with your hair, thinking as you two laid there.

“Tell me more about your life, Y/n,” he whispered. You sighed, not really liking the topic.

“When I was in college, I had an internship at my father’s office. I worked, did school, and life was going great. I built myself up such a huge name at both my college and his work… he owned it, and I was just known as his daughter… I wanted to be something more…

“Then… he got put into the hospital for this rare genetic disease that ran in our family… the BSAA took him, and I am assuming he died… They made me the new CEO, since that was what he wrote in his will,” you explained to him. Karl listened, still playing with your hair as you spoke.

“That sounds like a lot…” Karl muttered. You already knew his story, so it was nothing compared to his. But, it still meant a lot that he sympathized with you. He seemed to lock himself up for a long time, but he was open with you.

After a while of talking about random memories and childhood, though it was mostly you talking, the two of you fell asleep. It seemed to be the best sleep you had gotten in the days you had been home, and you knew it was because Karl was here to keep you safe.

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Your alarm went off, which caused you to groan, moving to turn it off on your phone. You felt Karl’s presence against your back, but he was also stirred awake by the sound of your alarm. You sat up, looking down at him, your hair sticking all over the place. He held back a laugh.

A small pout was prominent on your face at his laugh, moving over to the vanity in your room and looking at your hair. You sighed, going to brush it and grab an outfit from your closet. A nice white blouse and a floral skirt was your pick for today, along with some white heels. Karl watched your every movement as you got ready, sitting up against the headboard with a cigar in between his lips.

The smoke filled your room, which you didn’t mind. You finished applying your makeup, swiping lipstick against your lips before grabbing your work bag. You walked over towards the bed, sitting down on the edge beside Karl.

You took the cigar from his lips, placing a kiss against his before putting it back. Karl chuckled.

“Make yourself at home… if you need me,” you pulled out an extra phone you had from a bedside table, “call me.”

Karl raised an eyebrow.

“Alright… I’ll keep that in mind… please be careful,” Karl replied. You gave a nod.

“I always am, love. See you later,” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, moving to leave your house. Your private car was in your driveway, seeing Javi and giving a wave. You sat in the back as per usual.

Javi began his drive towards the office building, before taking a wrong turn. You raised an eyebrow, looking up from your phone. Confusion rose in you, causing you to feel a bit uneasy before you looked in the rear view mirror and saw a random man behind you. You let out a scream before he covered your mouth, Javi stopping the car and looking back at you with a wide grin.

You recognized the man who had his hand against your mouth as the villager from Karl’s village who saw you, but you didn’t know why Javi was acting so strange. Soon enough, it wasn’t Javi, but it was a random woman. Your eyes widened and your screams were muffled against the man's hand before he placed a rag against your mouth, you tried not to breathe in but your eyes slowly shut and you were out.

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“-Why are you doing this to me?! To her?!” You heard a familiar voice yell out. Your eyes fluttered open, and you were on the floor of a worn down church. You sat up a bit, looking around and seeing Karl up in front of some woman in black. The villager who saw you was sitting beside her, a girl in a veil on the other side. A big woman with… a large hat was sitting in a big chair, and some… freak was sitting in the corner.

“She’s awake!” The lady in black called out. Your head seared in pain, and Karl moved over to you before he was pushed back by the big lady who got up out of her chair. You bit at your lip, uneasiness rising in you. Your arms were bound in front of you, and you so desperately wanted to get out of this situation.

“Who gets to keep the girl who was mistakenly put into Heisenberg’s possession, hm?” The woman said, looking back at who you now presumed was Mother Miranda. Karl looked back at her, then at his sister, and then at you. He looked hurt, lost, and he was seemingly giving up. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

I will get you out.

He mouthed. You gave a nod, trusting him fully. Mother Miranda moved forward, looking down at you before looking at her son. You shook in your spot, trying to think. She knelt down, unbinding you from your cuffs and you immediately moved back once they were off.

“Alcina… I was figuring she would be the best fit as a daughter for you… but I am thinking I want her to go with Donna, until I figure out when to inject her with the cadou.”

At the hearing of his Mother’s plans, Karl immediately put a hand out, hammer in hand. She turned around.

“Remember from whence you came, boy!” She yelled. Karl was done with this, metal beginning to float around him as he looked at his mother.

“I come from the Heisenberg family, bitch. We have been nothing but little vessels for you to take dignity from to bring back your dead daughter,” He seethed. You stood up, pressing your back against the wall as the lady you guessed was Alcina came over to you. She turned around, back to you but seemingly protecting you from… something.

“How dare you speak to your mother like that?!” Miranda replied, her six wings behind her as Karl felt anger continue to bubble in him. He lifted his hammer, hitting the ground in front of her, a decently sized hole was now in the ground. You jumped at the sound, and Alcina put a hand slightly behind her to keep you a bit covered.

There was a piece of paper in her hand, and you grabbed it slowly.

Go to my castle. There should be a man named The Duke that is sitting outside of a gate. He will help you find your way. My daughters will be there to keep you safe.

You looked up at her, seeing her motion her head to the side. You silently slipped out of the room, the sounds of yelling and thuds and other things heard on your way out. You made your way outside, going towards the gate that was slightly drawn out on the back of the paper. A soft huff left your lips, before a man rolled out of a carriage. You jumped at the sudden boom in his voice.

“Ah. The infamous Miss Y/n L/n. Alcina told me to expect you,” the man, who you presumed was The Duke, said. You gave a nod.

“Here is the entrance to the castle. Bela should be waiting for you by the front door,” he added, giving you a map which pointed out where you needed to go. You thanked him, and he told you there was no need, that he was just “doing his job”.

You made your way up into the castle, the door immediately opening for you. You walked in cautiously, before being met by a girl who you presumed to be Bela. She had dried blood coating her porcelain skin, which caused you to feel a bit squeamish.

“Mother told us that you would be here soon! Are you okay, little one?” She asked. You looked up at her, blinking for a moment before giving a nod. Your head still hurts, and Bela could tell.

“Usually, she isn’t very keen on what Heisenberg does… but she saw how much he adored you. I don’t think she has ever hurt for him before,” Bela added, starting to show you to a place you could go to just… relax for a while. You met the other two sisters, and they brought you up some water and snacks… They really did try their best.

You sat against the bed in the room they let you stay in, kind of upset that your life was now not normal. You held your knees against your body, looking outside of the window before being met with a scene you didn’t think you would have to see. Four giant monsters were now fighting outside, and the door opened to your room to reveal the woman in the black veil from earlier. She held her doll close as Alcina’s daughters floated behind her.

“What’s happening?” You asked her, furrowing your eyebrows. She sighed, lifting her veil from her face.

“They’re fighting… I think Karl has finally had enough with Mother’s antics…” She replied, moving to sit down beside you on the window sill. You blinked, giving a nod before looking out at the scene below.

“I think he is going to win. Then we will finally be free of this curse… I’m Donna,” she added.

“Y/n.”

“I know,” she said with a soft smile, placing the doll in between the two of you. “This is Angie.”

You waved to Angie, and when she waved back your eyes grew wide. Donna laughed, as well as the sisters. You blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed before the whole castle shook with a roar. You bit at your lip. You wished dearly that you weren’t the cause for this mess, but it seemed like this was something Karl wanted to do for a long time.

The fight seemed to go on forever, and a small chunk of the castle was blown into. You moved away from the window, not wanting to see it, but Donna stayed seated. She wanted to see what the outcome would be between her brothers and sister against their false mother, and she secretly hoped that Karl would finally finish her.

Moreau was cowering a bit, not wanting to hurt his mother, while Alcina and Karl were fighting against her. Karl was screaming curse words at her, calling her every single hurtful thing he could, before it all stopped. Everything was quiet after a loud scream from Mother Miranda was heard, and time seemed to stop.

Karl started to get out of his form, the skeleton of it disintegrating. He walked over to the crystalized body of his “Mother”, immediately kicking it while Moreau was calling out to him to stop. Alcina watched her little brother, breathing heavily in and out. Exhaustion was flowing through all three of the,.

“Shut the fuck up you moronic freak! Don’t you see what she did to us? To everyone in this village? To a girl she didn’t even know?! Are you that dense?!” Karl yelled towards Moreau. Alcina shook her head.

“He still loved her Karl, no matter how much damage she did… at least she is gone now, for good,” She sighed, looking up towards the castle she resided in.

“C’mon.. My daughters and your… lady friend are waiting, as well as Donna,” Alcina added, moving to walk behind her brothers who walked towards the castle. Karl was quick on his feet, and as soon as you heard Donna say he was making his way, you started running down towards the entrance. The door opened and you were immediately in Karl’s arms, being held tightly.

“Buttercup, I am so sorry… I am so sorry I put you through this,” Karl whispered into your hair. You cried in his arms, holding close to him. You didn’t want him to let go.

“It isn’t your fault, you saved me, how did we know it would come to this?” You asked him, and he gave a small shrug. You pulled back, looking up at him to see that his cheeks were stained with tears.

“I killed the bitch… so we could live a normal life, together…” he sniffled.

“I love you.”

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Years had passed since the incident in an Eastern European Mountain Range, and life had been somewhat normal. The BSAA continued to come to check on Karl and you monthly, making sure Mother Miranda didn’t have anything else up her sleeve.

You were currently outside in your backyard, your husband sitting beside you with a beer in his hand. You had a mimosa, taking sips of it as your twin girls played in the pool, your youngest son sitting in your lap, grabbing at your necklaces.

“Do you ever still think about it?” You asked Karl, not looking over towards him. You took another sip of your drink, Karl letting out a sigh.

“Every damn day. That bitch is still running my mind it seems,” Karl muttered. You covered your son’s ears after placing your mimosa down.

“Karl! Language, he is starting to repeat stuff,” you whispered sternly, and Karl laughed. You rolled your eyes, rubbing your son’s head.

“He seems to not understand how babies work, Niko.” You hummed, pressing a kiss to his head. Niko giggled, grasping hard against your necklace, to which you had to untangle his hand from. Soft giggles left your lips as you watched your baby, bouncing your leg up and down, playing with him.

“Venus! Don’t be pushing your sister in like that, god damn!” Karl barked out at one of your twin daughters. She immediately began to pout.

“Sorry daddy!” She yelled over to him, and the other daughter swam up, giggling her head off. Kendra seemed to not care, swimming around while Venus jumped in and out of the pool. You sighed in content, loving how life became for you. Though that sense of normalcy had yet to hit you, the fact you now had a family with the man you loved negated that.

A soft breeze started to blow, storm clouds hovering overhead. Karl told your daughters to get out of the pool before the storm ultimately started, to which they whined and protested but eventually went inside with their towels wrapped around them. You walked into the house with Niko on your hip, going towards the kitchen. You opened the fridge, grabbing a puree of fruits that you made for him to eat for a snack.

Karl went and helped the girls get dressed, and soon came back with both of them in both of his arms. They were giggling and playing with his long hair, before he put them down to run a muck in the house. He walked over to you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before placing his own on yours.

“I love you.”

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A World-- Unsure

dabi / f.reader

genre: real world to parallel world au? (is that an au? it’ll make sense dw), angst, pinning, fools to lovers? (or dabi is stubborn/scared as all get out)

warning(s): blood, violence/bar fight, descriptions of injuries, cursing (dabi and i both have a potty mouth oops)

w.count: 9.4k

synopsis: You were someone in the middle. You had no mega praise for heros to speak of, but you also had no ill will towards villains either- you had seen both sides. After a few years running a hidden, underground medical base for villains who needed treatment beneath the bar that you ran and owned, you’ve met your fair share of villains. It was odd to think of them as good people, since you depended on them a lot if you got yourself into a pinch. In fact, a lot of your patients became bar regulars on the public downlow. It’s not a big shock that you end up meeting Dabi.

a/n: teehee, first time writing for dabi! I’m pretty excited not gonna lie, since this idea was pretty interesting to think about. this is the first part of A World -- a two part series! I’ll be working on the next part asap, so hopefully it won’t be a horribly long wait- but we’ll see how my time management is in the long run lol. (also, the draft was like 8.6k, i dunno how i added a whole 800 more words)

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You stood behind the bar, shining glasses as you set up the counter and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall just above the entrance of the small pub. You sighed as you set the glass down before taking the rag you were using and throwing it over your shoulder. It was quiet in the open room filled with circular tabs, rectangular booths and metal rimmed chairs- quiet except for the footsteps of employees prepping for opening.

Your black jeans hung on your waist as your white button up was slightly wrinkled, the long sleeves rolled as best as possible up to your elbows. Your hair up and out of the way so you wouldn’t be constantly fighting it when the rush started. There was a small, pocket apron around your waist with a pocket for a receipt book, a pen, some napkins and pain medicine just in case another headache walked in the door tonight and a few other odds and ends. The only other thing on your person was the new pair of steel toed boots you had indulged yourself to.

“Hey, Boss Lady,” one of your employees called. You looked around, seeing the one who called you peeking their head around from inside the rec room. The room itself was probably one of the most expensive rooms you’ve ever put together. A pool table in the middle of the room, dart boards on either side of the room, a small little entertainment center, a sofa and another mini bar inside run by a trusted bargirl you hired when you opened your pub doors for the first time.

“What is it?”

“Is the rec room rented out for the night? I heard some of the others saying it was.”

That was something else that was different about your little hole in the wall. Since you weren’t all that popular or big enough for a special vip area or an area in general for occasions like birthdays or anniversaries, your patrons could call and make reservations and get the rec room rented out. However, you only let the room be rented on Fridays, Saturdays and Wednesdays. The other days, it was open for anyone to come and go as they please so long as nothing is damaged.

It was Friday night. You couldn’t think of anyone renting it out tonight, but there was a group coming in tomorrow so long as they don’t cancel on you.

You shook your head. “No. It’s tomorrow when it’s rented. You’re clear to leave the dividing ropes put away.”

“Right on,” they thumbs upped you before retreating back into the room to prep and clean before opening.

7:45, a quarter ‘till eight- opening time. You cupped one hand around your mouth. “Hurry up and get your final prepping all done. Quarter ‘till!” Your employees all made some sort of response or sound back to you, signaling that they understood.

Part of you always felt a little guilty each opening night since you knew it wasn’t just regular citizens or the occasional hero off duty who frequented your pub. You knew of the bad people who walk in the doors, stay for a drink and leave without causing a ruckus. You knew of them, because, unknown to your employees, you had a second job.

A second job that had a lot to do with the large, concrete basement of your pub that you refused to tell them about. It wouldn’t be a great business move if you just told people you let villains sneak into your pub to go into the basement where you had a large array of (stolen) medical equipment to treat their injuries.

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It was well into the midnight rush of the night when the door opened again. The loud combination of everyone’s murmurs and the smell of every type of alcohol someone could name off filtered through the air and almost made you pull out your medicine. After three years running this place, one would think you’d become accustomed to the smells combined with the noise. To no avail.

You had stepped back away from the bar, your back close to the shelves behind you lined with bottles, cups, glasses, and a small old-style antenna radio that, despite being turned on, wasn’t heard over the ruckus.

Heading to the opposite side of the bar after being paged by some random man for a neat glass of whiskey. You snagged a glass, grabbing a bottle of the cheapest brand you could find- because this man’s lack of manners towards a lady, bargirl or not, didn’t impress you. Pouring the liquor into the glass like it was second nature, you reached under the bar to scoop out a sphere of ice to drop into the glass.

Sliding it over to the already tipsy looking man, you were called- more politely this time- from another patron for a bottle of beer. Smiling at him and signaling to him that you heard him, you trotted over to the mini fridge under the bar and grabbed the brand he requested.

As you carefully, and skillfully, popped the tab off with the bar’s edge, you placed the bottle on a coaster and slid it over to him, tapping the bar top with your hand and serving him with a smile. He thanked you, which you were appreciative of, before he turned to his friend next to him and continued conversing.

Moving back to the middle of the bar, you noticed a few empty glasses in front of empty bar stools with bills pinned under them. Taking the bills and pocketing them, you took the glasses and stashed them below the bar in a small tub you kept in a metal cart for easily putting dirty dishes for later.

As you wiped down the bar top, you saw another person, clad in a full black get-up slide into a bar stool that was recently left vacant. They weren’t far from you, just a few feet, but you could smell the scent of smoke on them. You sighed, knowing exactly who it was. Anyone would think that the man who just sat down was just a heavy smoker- and he was, but not so much recently so he claims- but you knew better.

He lifted his arm to rest his elbow on the bar, his chin resting in his palm as you felt him stare at you.

You didn’t say a thing to him, only got a glass off the shelf behind you, mixed some coke with some rum and added a scoop of ice, before placing the glass on some napkins and sliding it towards him.

“Like usual?” You asked, retracting your hand as he had already started to pick up the glass to sip on it.

“Like usual,” he confirmed. This particular man had a deep voice, always laced with a small rough sound- more rough when he’s tired or just plain exhausted. It was a side effect of the smoking and other smoke-like quirks of his personality. “You seem busy tonight.”

“We’re always busy on Fridays, nothing unusual about that. It’s the start of the weekend, everyone wants to drink.” You threw your cleaning rag over your shoulder, shouting to a call of another bar sitting patron as you felt the black, clad, mask covered man’s eyes on your. “You gonna stick around all night, or are you gonna drink and go this time?”

He pulled his mask down to uncover his mouth, dark scars showing under the hood of his jacket just long enough to take a sip, and pull it back over his face. Setting the glass down, he let out a breath and circled his finger along the rim.

“I think I’ll stick around, just to annoy you.” You could hear the smirk on his face as you held back an eye roll for professionalism’s sake.

“How courteous, thank you so very much.” He chuckled at your reply as you left your place in front of him to tend to others paging you left and right. He pushed his curled hand into his cheek as he watched you pad back and forth behind the long bar. You should be grateful he at least planned on paying tonight.

He remained on his barstool the next few hours, only shifting to look around, take a short spin on the stool, or stand to stretch his hunched body before sitting back down. Each time his glass was close to empty, you’d knock your knuckles on the bar top- a signal asking if he wanted a refill- and he'd either knock back or keep the glass away from you as a form of saying yes or no.

Though, it wouldn’t be a proper Friday night mid-shift without something going wrong.

You weren’t sure why, but when 2 am started rolling around, you always grew weary of your patrons. It was the prime time for tipsy, or smashed, people to start trouble. Whether with you, or with other paying customers, or even your employees. Out of all options, you wished they’d pester you so you don’t have to deal with someone else being harassed. Though, even when it did happen to you- which was often since your place was stuck behind a wooden, polished bar- you didn’t ever appreciate it.

You glanced around the filled room and saw a few familiar faces of villains you had treated before who decided to stay in your good graces.

Them being there did make you feel a bit better about you own safety since you knew if something were to happen, they’d jump up to throw down on your behalf, even if you could handle yourself plenty well.

You were once again wiping down the wood of your bar for the gazillionth time this evening when some scumbag, a smashed man who was well over your age, stumbled his way to the bar and slumped himself into a stool and leaned over the counter like some hunchbacked gargoyle.

He reached over the bar to start to fiddle with the beer spigots that lined the end of it. Before he could create a giant mess in the tray beneath them and onto the floor, you rushed over and slapped his hands away.

Instead of hissing at your stinging slaps, he whistled at your actions to keep your property away from him grime hands as you rolled your eyes.

“Sir, keep your hands off of the bar tools.” You reached over and grabbed the half empty bottle of beer from his hands before you poured the rest of the alcohol out of it and tossed it under the bar into the bin where it clinked together with the other beer bottles you’ve tossed tonight. “I’m cutting you off. Sober up, leave your payment and get out before I have you thrown out.”

From down the bar, you knew the scarred man in black was watching you. Whenever this kind of scene went down, you could feel his and all the other familiar eyes on you. For villains, they sure were people of action and debt. Made you feel bad for calling them villains- if you didn’t think about the crimes they most definitely committed on a day-to-day basis.

The drunk man slurred what you assumed was probably something close to reluctance at you cutting him off for the night and your swift decision to kick him out after he paid what he owed.

Persistently reaching over to try and yank on the spigots again, you once again slapped his hands away, going a step further and grabbing his wrists and tossing them away back over to his side of the bar.

“I won’t ask you again, sir.”

Your familiar scarred man set down his drink, the contents in it empty as the remaining, semi-melted ice cubes fell together in satisfying clinks against the glass.

It was times like now where you wished the quirk laws would allow you to use your quirk publicly without a permit or license because of riffraff like this oh-so-lovely hammered gentleman. You were one to break the rules anyways, so you would if push came to shove regardless and you knew that your customers would keep their mouths shut about it.

You’ve gone many a night with bar fights and tassels and not a single cop was called because you could handle the situation yourself, or your trusty villain’s had your back. Your little pub and you were a bend in the rules with a great camouflage jacket over your head and trustful patrons willing to keep a secret or get so drunk they don’t remember what happened. Either option suited you well.

You weren't a hero, nor a villain. You were in the middle- a civilian with some spare time and no interest in sharing what you did the time you're not running your pub.

The man stood from his stool the moment you turned your back to him and not only did he shove his arm against three different beer spigots in a clumsy fall against the bar, but he partly climbed over the bar, reached towards you and yanked you back by your shoulder just so he could get a solid slap on your ass.

The shriek you let out wasn’t loud, it was more of shock of what was happening, followed by instant disgust. Your rear stung at the strength the disgusting man used to slap it before he was drunkenly laughing, his gross breath wafting towards you from his half climbed over body.

Before you could take care of the situation yourself, he was yanked back off to his side of the bar onto his wobbly feet. The instant his feet hit the tile and his chin even twitched to look around to see what yanked him back, glass shattered across his face.

The scarred man who had silently kept you company tonight- and previous nights before that- had grabbed the back of the man’s shirt, yanked him back and away from you as you righted the beer spigots that had already created a big enough mess and smashed his empty, rum glass against the side of his head.

The drunk man hit the ground, grabbing and holding his head as blood dripped from the side of his face and ear. The scarred man looked down at him, shaking his hand about, the purple scars of his wrist showing as he shook the limb. The glass seemed to nick his palm a bit upon impact, but nothing compared to the nasty wound on the drunk’s face.

As the drunk lay on the ground, groaning and bleeding, your defender bent to riffle through his pocket and nabbed his wallet. Pulling out both a card and a wad of cash, he held both towards you.

“What’s his tab?” His rough voice was stern as you just sighed.

You plucked bills from his hand, a handful of twenties, before you put it into your pocket. You looked around, seeing a table from the corner lift a bill in his hand before he waved it at you. You nodded- they were signaling they had his bill. They then held up four fingers and then a fist. A four dollar tab. You decided that you’d keep the extra as a bonus and maybe tip your workers as well for his behavior.

“He’s good to go.” You said as the scarred man put the card back into his wallet and shoved it back into his jacket pocket. He then picked the drunk off the tile and shoved him out the doors before making his way back to the bar.

He stepped over his glass and ice mess as he toed at a larger piece of glass that used to be the bottom of it. He then looked at you with a shrug. You could practically seem the smirk on his face before he spoke.

“My bad.”

Instead of saying anything, you placed a small plastic tub on the bar top and slid it towards him. You flicked your eyes down and he just sighed. Squatting, he picked up his mess of glass and ice the best he could before he gave the tub back to you to throw away. You had already gotten a start on the beer mess that made your nose twitch at the stench.

You always hated the smell of beer.

“Smells like piss,” you muttered to yourself. The scarred man heard you loud and clear though and he stifled a laugh at your annoyance. Once you had it more or less cleaned, you glanced at the closed fist of the man’s cut up hand. You saw small beads of red drop onto your bar. You pushed a handful of napkins towards him to squeeze into his palm. “Come down when we close. We’ll get your hand properly cleaned up.”

He didn’t argue. Just chuckled as he took a sip out of his water bottle you had placed in front of him as he shut the napkins in his grip tightly.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

-x-x-x-

4 am: closing time. You sigh as you bid your final employee farewell before you locked the door behind them. You sighed as you walked back to the bar, untying your apron from your waist on the way. You emptied the pockets and placed whatever was inside on the bar top. There was only one person left in the bar, in the same stool he had been in all night.

You thumbed through the bills in your pockets, rounding to behind the bar and unlocking the always locked money drawer just under the far end of the counter where a small card swipe sat for patrons not paying with cash.

Tucking your cash safely away and locking the drawer shut you stashed the key on the keyring with all your other keys in the pocket of your jeans. You pulled your phone from your back pocket and checked the time. About half after now.

“Okay,” you spoke, the man already standing. “Come around the bar and we’ll head down.”

He followed your lead, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his large jacket with his hood still on even in the new found privacy. You walked back into the kitchen and beyond to a small landing that had an unlabeled door and then a separate staircase leading upward past a different doorframe. He looked up the stairs, knowing full well that beyond them lays your apartment.

Part of him was envious that you lived in your place of work. Technically, he could live in his, but he had his own separate place of peace away for breathers. He could only deal with his comrades for so long in a single span of time.

You unlocked the unlabeled door that you told everyone who asked was just a closet for your personal belongings that didn’t fit up in the apartment. Opening it, another set of stairs that lead down was beyond it.

Descending them, the man followed and shut the door behind him. He locked it when it was shut at his back. There was a different entrance to the basement he was descending into outside the bar anyways for the people who knew it was there and needed it.

At the bottom, you flipped on the lights to the large, open room. It wasn’t a giant space, but it was large enough to move around and there was a sofa, a work bench you used as a counter for coffee and random objects, tables and chairs for your patients waiting comfortably. There were two rooms off two of the left side of the main ‘waiting room’ and one to the right- all solitary rooms for overnight patients. The furthest back room had no door and just past the frame was a storage room of medicine, wraps, gauze, antiseptics, salves- just whatever you could get your hands on.

You’re even occasionally gifted treatment items from past clients in hopes to repay the debt they feel they may owe you.

You point towards the long, hard top operating table in the back as you make your way to one of the shelves on the wall. You kept all the basic first aid out in the open since they were easy to replace.

“Go sit,” you direct as the man flipped off his hood and unzipped his jacket. His white tank top was wrinkle from being inside the stuffy jacket all night and he adjusted his belt to sit comfortably and not pull on his belt loops to dig into his hips. Ruffling his black hair, he made his way to the table to lean against it.

You were soon in front of him, hand out towards him asking for his own to inspect.

“You’re always causing some sort of scene every time you come by. You realize it’s getting old, right Dabi?”

The face stapled, scarred pyro-villain just grinned down at you, chest jolting with a scoff of amusement as you pulled the blood beaded napkins he held in his hand since you gave it to him away. Then, you poked around with tweezers pulling small pieces of glass away from his skin.

“Don’t lie. You love when I come by. Besides, someone’s gotta keep you on your toes.”

“I don’t need to be ‘kept on my toes’,” you tutted, making sure there were no pieces of glass left in his palm. When there appeared to be none, you started dabbing the small cuts with antiseptic as he just kept leisurely leaning on your table. “If you keep coming here and just to get all cut up, I’m going to start charging you for not only your drinks, but all the patching up I do to you too.”

“Oh, you’d never,” he mused. He knew you all too well and he also knew that even if he were here daily for scratching his knee or getting a paper cut, you’d never have the heart to charge him anything when it came to treatment.

Maybe he took advantage of that, maybe he didn’t.

It didn’t help that he knew you had the hots for him- I mean, you did tell him about how you felt weeks ago; straight o his face no less. He just brushed it all off, knowing good and well that he and relationships in general just didn’t work out. Besides, he was someone the public knew the face of and he wasn’t just someone to pass on the street and forget the face of.

Dabi rejected you, you knew he would, but he let you down as easy as he could. You just simply wanted to put your feelings out there so nothing would be awkward in the future. It stung sure, but you felt more open with your feelings not bottled up in secrecy.

You wrapped his hand in gauze and called it good enough, placing all your things back where they were. Dabi looked at his hand, flipping it back and forth as he inspected how neatly you’ve gotten at wrapping bandages since the very first time.

“Not bad,” he hummed. The first time he heard of you and came to get treated, you had to treat a nasty gash on his leg and you were clumsily with your bandaging since he was already covered in scars. You were so confused on if you could cover them or not and if you did, if there was a special way. You leaved quickly though.

“Not like you could do any better. You don’t really need any more stitches or staples than you already have.”

“Don’t act like you don’t think they’re sexy,” he teased as he stood up straight, plunging his hands into his pants pockets as he began to follow you around the basement room to room like a dog. You soon left your basement, going back up the stairs, opening the door and leaving before going up the second set of stairs leading up to your apartment.

Dabi followed you the entire way with a shit eating grin on his face.

You sighed as you unlocked your apartment door and looked over your shoulder and down to the burnt man just behind you on lower stair steps.

“Do you need something?”

“Yeah. Inside.”

You cursed under your breath, going inside and him following knowing that you couldn’t argue him out of it. He often did this, getting treated and then going up to your apartment. In fact, there was a time when he would pick your lock and let himself in, so you ended up making him a copy so he could just stop doing it.

He may not be good in relationships and definitely not looking for one, on top of rejecting you, but he could very well enjoy his evenings pestering you instead. they were two distinctly different situations.

Kicking off his boots and fumbling with his jacket, he hung it on the coat wrack- not willing to be yelled at by you for making your home a mess with his junk again- and let himself in. He immediately made a beeline for your living room and plopped himself on your couch like he owned the place and paid your bills.

You had ventured to the kitchen before you went to the living room and tossed him something. Catching it, he saw a poptart in his hand, still wrapped in it’s aluminum wrapping.

“Eat. I’m taking a shower.” He shrugged as you turned and headed to shower as he flipped on your television and let himself finally relax.

It was odd, being around you and in your home. He didn’t even feel this relaxed and loose in his own apartment by himself. Where he lived was nothing fancy and it was cheap, but it was his and the location was kept on the downlow just like he needed. Spending time with the league was fine and dandy, but they could be so damned irritating sometimes, so he didn’t dare even try and nap at the base.

He let his head fall back against the couch and he took deep breaths.

On occasions like this, he did feel a bit guilty. It’s not like he was actually taking advantage of your feelings or your kindness to do what he wanted, you were just too nice for your own good and let him. Don’t get him wrong, you would scold him if he did something you didn’t like- like leaving his jacket on the floor- so it wasn’t like you didn’t want him here.

Dabi could hear your shower running just barely under the sound of the tv’s noise. Sometimes, he’d find himself thinking back to when you told him how you felt and how easily you accepted the fact he said no.

He was just coming back from another stupid league mission and had a pretty nasty cut behind his left shoulder. You were cleaning the blood off his skin, trying not to snag your rags in any staples before you were smearing something onto the wound, making him sigh in of relief of the cooling sensation.

It was when you were pasting a gauze pad on his shoulder and patching it on securely when you blurted out that you liked him. All he did when you said that was laugh at you, to which your silence that followed explained that you weren’t joking and were in fact serious. He looked at you with a face you hadn’t seen before, a look of vulnerability for just a moment, before it shifted to one of seriousness.

“I’m not interested. Sorry, doll.” You nodded at his quick rejection. Though you accepted it fairly easily, he could still see the slight furrow of your brow and dip in your lips with his rejection. You may have even seen his rejection coming, but hearing it still had to be a blow to your heart.

He was glad the relationship between you two hadn’t changed regardless of how you felt and how he said no. You still put up with his bullshit and he still hung around like a fly you couldn’t smash under a flyswatter because it kept evading the strikes. It was still comfortable here- in your place.

Dabi stood from the couch, moving to your window only to lean out when he pulled his cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. You had really gotten on his ass once when you caught him smoking in the middle of your living room without a window even open. You told him to smoke out a window, or go outside to contaminate his lungs claiming you dealt with the smell of smoke enough during bar hours.

Flicking a small, blue flame with his index finger, he lit the stick and huffed. Nicotine really accompanied his quirk- it was like he and cigarettes were just meant to be since he himself was a human-sized lighter.

He heard the door to your bathroom open and soon you stepped out with grey sweat and a cheap, cutoff shirt that just barely exposed your stomach on, towel drying your hair. You looked at him, water still barely dripping off your eyelashes and hair strands untouched by the towel.

“Glad to see you’re listening to me,” you told him as you nodded towards the smoke that he took a draw from. He puffed the smoke out the window as he turned around to lean against the open pane. His hand out the window to keep the crumbling ash from dropping inside.

“I can behave sometimes too, you know.”

You scoffed at him, turning to grab a water bottle from your fridge in the kitchen and returning to the living room. “Yeah, not likely.” You sat on the couch to mindlessly watch whatever channel the tv was on and once Dabi and finished smoking, he shut the window and rejoined you on the couch. His arm was resting on the back of the couch as you had pulled out your phone and began to scroll through apps and occasionally looking back up to the tv.

It was moments like this where the uncertainty really hit him.

It was this- these comfortable situations- that frightened him. He was a bad person, a person who’s done bad things and will continue to do bad things. He used to sit around your apartment and bug you with questions. Had you ever ratted anyone out? Were you really a completely secretive person when it came to your unofficial side job? Were you really someone to be trusted? Why did you do what you did in the first place?

Now, he didn’t ask anything anymore. He grimaced at himself. Maybe he was letting himself get too comfortable here.

“I’m going away for a while,” he suddenly blurted out. You glanced up at him from your phone.

“Have some big job or something coming up?”

“Yeah,” he lied, “some league stuff I gotta deal with.”

“Any idea how long you’ll be gone?”

“No idea. Probably a few weeks I bet.” Dabi couldn’t stop himself from lying to you and he got irritated at himself for feeling even the slightest bit bad for doing so. This was the only way though, the only way to try and get back to the rough, guarded villain he was supposed to always be.

Dabi had to get away from you for a while.

“Well,” you started, looking back down. He looked at you, seeing you frown just a bit- he bit his cheek. “Stay safe. If you need any patching up when you get back, you know where to find me.”

He lowered his chin, his eyes lidding as he hardened his resolve. His decision was final, and he had to follow through with it. He looked back to the tv, trying to bask in theses few final moments.

“Yeah, sure.”

-x-x-x-

Dabi’s irritated. He’s been irritated actually.

He’s sitting at the bar, not your bar, but the bar in the league’s headquarters. He sat slouched in a stool as Kurogiri- as usual- stood behind the bar. The glass of some brown liquor that Dabi had nursed for the past hour started to taste like static to him. He missed your bar’s liquor- the revelation made him more irritated.

The entire reason he’s avoided going to your pub and always looked around corners in the city to make sure you wouldn’t bump into him by accident was so he could squash whatever the fuck he was feeling when he was around you down into dust. Though, theses recent last couple days had proven that his plan was backfiring.

Instead of forgetting what it felt like to be comfortable and content and relaxed, he was missing it. He was missing the air of serene you always carried everywhere you went and he dared to say he yearned for it again.

Dabi clicked his tongue as he pushed his forehead into his palm when Shigiraki had walked into the bar from wherever he had been before. Seeing the hunched over excuse of a comrade, he groaned. The leader had often heard of your patchwork jobs for villains. He himself had even met with you once- not for any injuries he had sustained, but for a simple meeting to exchange greetings with potential allies. Anything helped for his cause.

Shigiraki also knew that Dabi often frequented your pub, and for whatever reason he hadn’t been recently. His sour mood as of late paired with his lack of attendance to your business and attention was too easy to put together.

“I’m really sick of you moping around here,” the leader complained. Dabi lifted his forehead from his palm and glared across the room to the leader who now took a seat one stool away from Dabi. “Go be a killjoy somewhere else.”

“Oh, piss off.”

His mood began to spiral rapidly when Toga and Twice had come into the bar as well, coming back from wherever the fuck they had been. Toga- trying her best to get on Dabi’s every nerve- was told by Kurogiri that his mood was unpleasant because he hadn’t been to a specific bar in town for some time now.

Dabi felt offended that Kurogiri connected his bad mood to the bar and not you.

“Maybe I should kick the crap outta you myself, so you can go back to what's-her-name and then maybe you’ll finally lose the attitude.” Okay, that one earned the hand-fetishist leader a growl from the pyromaniac. It only made Shigiraki scoff in a small victory, knowing that everyone around the league could see that his sour mood was solely revolving around you- or lack thereof.

Toga, ever on the hunt for new ‘friends’, immediately jumped at the idea of finally going to the mystery lady who heals everyone just because she has a kind heart. An idea that Dabi shut down without so much as batting an eyelash.

“But, why not!” Toga whined. Dabi rolled his eyes. Villain or not, Toga was just a high schooler with more than enough psychotic tendencies to warrant concern. If he had it his way- you’d never even get the chance to set your eyes on the blonde, twin-bunned psycho.

The constant chartering centering in on him and you began to grate on his nerves and before long he was stomping up to his feet and out the bar door. Shigiraki just scoffed as Toga pouted. Twice was simply mocking and jesting at the burned man who ‘just ran away’.

Dabi had had enough. He was going back to your pub- but it wasn’t going to be because he missed you. He just wanted a drink in peace and fucking quiet. At least away from those idiots.

-x-x-x-

Dabi had slithered his way into your bar- pushing his way in with a group so that when you shouted from your place behind the bar to greet them in and to tell them to just find a seat, you wouldn’t recognize him. He had stopped by his apartment before making his way here to change into clothes he hoped you wouldn’t recognize him in either.

The large, indigo tinted turtle neck he wore was way too large on his torso. The neck was horribly stretched out and pulled up as far as it could be to cover his jaw and mouth so that he didn’t have to wear the mask he knew you would recognize.. He traded his normal jacket with a different one he’d kept around for city crawling as he had it half way zipped up and the hood flipped up to hide his hair and scarred ears. Keeping his chin down, he used the shadow of his hood and the shadows the pub lights casted to keep the scars just under his eyes more or less out of sight.

He grumbled at himself. Why was he going to such lengths to make sure you didn’t see him in the first place? In the past, he wouldn’t have gone to the lengths to stay on the downlow in public like this; he would’ve just gone back home and crashed or drank alone or something of the sort. You probably weren’t even under the impression he was back from the mission you thought he was on.

He slid into a booth in the back corner where he could still see you working behind the bar. Pacing back and forth, talking and serving patrons and just doing your general work. It felt strange seeing you work from all the way in the back instead of in his usual barstool, front row seat. He bit his tongue when he caught himself almost missing his up close proximity to you.

He was soon slid a bottle of beer- even if he didn’t really like the taste- as he nursed it. He’d occasionally scan the bar to see what kind of business you had tonight. When he wasn’t, he was scrolling mindlessly on his phone with glances up to the bar every so often. He felt uneasy when you weren’t in his sights, even with you so close by.

An hour after he had entered the pub, the doors had opened roughly enough to make tables turn their heads or hush up their conversations to see who had just made the racket coming in. Dabi glanced, pulling his hood back just a bit to see past the fabric of it.

A group of three men had walked into the pub. Gruff looking fellas, but nothing all that special. They started scanning the pub area, looking from tables, to faces, to chairs, all the way to the bar. The flame user didn’t appreciate the snarl on the middle man’s face when his eyes landed on you busting the bar top with your rag.

Shutting the door behind them, the three of them split apart, one heading towards the rec room and another heading in Dabi’s side of the bar. The middle man marched up towards the bar and instead of taking a seat- opted to lean on the bar between two already seated patrons. They ended up leaving their bills and scurrying out of the joint.

You took their payment and bit your tongue to keep from telling the obviously trouble-looking newcomer off for running off your customers. In fact, you completely disregarded him.

Once your bills were collected and placed into your apron pocket, you looked at the middle man leaning on the bar square in the eyes. You held unamused eye contact with him for a beat before you shut your eyes and easily turned away from him.

Clearly unhappy with the attention he so desperately wanted, he reached over the bar and yanked on the back of your work button up. You let out a shocked, choked gasp as you dropped the glass you had in your hand. The sound of shattering glass echoed around the pub as it became completely silent.

Dabi jumped from his booth, standing at his table instead of leisurely sitting like he had been as he watched the man reach out for your shirt. He growled under his breath when he yanked you back towards him over the bar.

This trouble-seeker was new to your pub, you could tell this the moment he came in with his two buddies. He didn’t know of the amount of eyes on him now that he had gained the attention he wanted. And he didn’t know how many of those eyes were villains ready to take him out.

You coughed as he tried dragging you completely over the bar just by your shirt collar. Your lower back pushed painfully into the wooden edge of the bar as your heels came off the floor, your toes being the only leverage you had left on your side of the bar top.

You wanted to swing your elbow back and pop the son of a bitch in the nose, but you had to keep all ten of your fingers on the front of your collar to keep it from painfully pulling against your throat. You attempted to unbutton the top buttons for a window of breath, but you didn’t get the chance to before you were dropped.

“Hey!” A voice you had recognized from a past medical visit came from behind you and the man yanking on your shirt. He had groaned as he dropped you, your unsteady toes combined with your heels slamming back down to the floor and your spine dragging down the edge of the bar all made you drop to the floor. You hunched over on the floor, gagging as you pulled on your shirt’s fabric away from your neck- the hemming all stretched out and well ruined by now.

The bar felt like walls that encased around your slumped over body and you soon felt someone hop over the bar and rub your back. Looking up with teary eyes from your lack of breath, you recognized the female criminal you had treated a handful of times before. She soothed you behind the bar as it sounded like pure chaos erupted from beyond the bar.

The short screams and shouts of whatever customer didn’t feel like fighting and fleeing. you even heard your employees ducking out- as you instructed them to do when bar fights broke out. You did not want to feel out accident reports, so your rules of running when things get nasty was non-negotiable.

You were content to just stay sitting on the floor, catching your breath until the fighting was done. You knew those who were fighting against the law were already defending you and your pub- they would take care of it.

It was their safe space and these thugs had just tried disrupting that space.

It was only when a plume of fire shot out from what looked like to be the back corner of your pub did you jump to your feet. Leaning against the bar with the villainess at your side, holding you to make sure you didn’t tumble over, you saw Dabi.

“Dabi?!” You were shocked to see him. He hadn’t been around due to his work (so he told you), and you were confused on why he was here now. Why was he wearing clothes you hadn’t seen before and when did he get here?

He was quick to jump into the fray, mixing in with forces to drive the stupid thugs out of your pub, but not without beating them within an inch of their life first. Between tables being thrown, chairs knocked over, fire bursting then dispersing and fist and legs flying- it was hard to keep up with what was actually happening.

What you did see though, was from the rec room someone coming out and pointing their fingers out towards your villains- your allies. Their fingertips started to open and sharp, needle like tips were ready to be fired out of them.

You climbed over the bar, the villainess calling out to you to not get involved. You stumbled into a chair, holding yourself up as you shouted over the commotion.

“Hey! Get behind a wall or table!” You pointed to the man under the rec room doorway. “Don’t let whatever he’s gonna shoot out of his fingers hit you!” You were ready to duck back behind a table when you were shoved in the chest by the third man you saw enter with the thugs earlier. He just appeared from no where it seemed when he struck you.

Knocking you into a nearby table, you slid onto it before it tipped and you tumbled off of it when it fell. Groaning, you cursed under your breath. You were getting really fucking sick of being pushed around tonight. You got to your knees to get yourself back to your feet when you felt something push against your back and wrap around your shoulders, keeping you down.

Whatever was keeping you down and covered was warm. It covered your back and kept your shoulders encased. Reaching up, it was an arm that wrapped around your and it was someone’s chest that pushed against your back. Looking back you saw his scarred ears and neck before you saw his face. Not to mention the blast of burning blue that shot out opposite of his outstretched other arm.

“Dabi,” you gasped as you felt his body start to push more into yourself. You whined, his weight beginning to crush you. “Hey, get off me,” you huffed.

“Oh, you so owe me,” he chuckled before he fell against your completely. His arm dropped and the one that wrapped around you previous fell limp and released you. Rolling off to the side awkwardly to try and catch his fall to the tile, you saw a small needle sticking from his neck.

“Oh, shit” you muttered. Turning, you lifted a table to cover your back while the rest of the chaos kept going on behind you. Pushing him onto his back, he was out cold. Looking him over, you didn’t see any worrisome wounds on him- in fact he didn’t look wounded at all. It was only that needle in his neck. “No doubt from that guy’s quirk,” you mumbled as you inspected it.

Did he cover you so you didn’t get hit with the needle instead? You didn’t want to work yourself up into a frenzy at the thought of him taking a shot for you- but no matter how you looked at the situation, that was exactly what happened.

It was a small, thin like a sewing needle with a ball point on the back of it. Whatever this needle is coated in obviously knocked the pyro out. You peeked over the table to see the same man ready to shoot a second round from his fingertips.

“Take out the needle shooter! His needles will render you unconscious!” Your shouted leadership to take out one of the three low-level threats was clear and it was probably 20 minutes later when the three thugs were tied up and unconscious.

You sighed, finally feeling safe again in your busted and destroyed bar. You groaned for the umpteenth time knowing it was going to cost a fortune to get the tables repaired. Not to mention the seared wallpaper that peeled from the previous heat and broken glasses, frames and damaged light fixtures. You would have to close your doors for repairs for at least a month.

As you looked around, you moved from your sitting position to instead kneel at Dabi’s side.

“Can someone help me bring him downstairs? And lock the entrance.” Dabi was picked up and was soon being carried back behind the bar and through the doors, waiting for you to come unlock the way down as someone else had safely latched your pub doors shut. Your employees would understand if you just shot them a few texts.

Before you went into the back, you pointed at the unconscious needle shooter. “Also, bring him down too, but keep him tied up. I need to know what his quirk is so that I know exactly why he did and how to treat it. Anyone else who needs treatment, you can come down too.”

An hour later, you had Dabi’s unconscious body hooked up in one of your rooms to small machines to make sure he wasn’t dying. Whatever the needle was- you concluded that it at least wasn’t poisonous. You had taken it from his neck and had it run for tests. It wasn’t coated in anything, but the tip of it had released a sort of potion into his body from where he had been stores in the ball point end; but you weren’t sure what it was.

You moved away from your laptop on the small desk you had next to Dabi’s temporary bed. You leaned your elbow against the wood and stared at him.

“Until I figure out what exactly happened, I have no idea when he’ll wake up.” You frowned as worry began to churn in your stomach. It eased you that his life didn’t seem to be in danger, but that didn’t really help anything else. He was immobile and unresponsive until further notice as far as you knew.

You sighed getting up and searching for his phone. Finding it in his jacket pocket, you plucked it out and began to go through his contacts. You were glad you watched him punch in his lock code one day and held it in your memory.

Finding a contact under ‘Childish Leader’, you immediately began to ring it. You knew who Dabi worked under, and who this so called ‘childish leader’ was- you did meet with him one time after all. When the line picked up, you were greeted with a sigh.

“What,” a strained voice annoyingly greeted.

“You’ll want to come to the location I’m about to send you,” you started. You swore you heard the frown and confused brow drip on his face when it wasn’t Dabi’s voice that was on the phone. “Want to know what happened to Dabi? Then get your wrap quirked friend to get you over here, Shigaraki.”

You quickly ended the call, letting out a shaky breath and feeling your heart pound in your chest. Dabi only ever really complained about Shigaraki, and you had only met hi that one time for general introductions, so you didn’t know much about him. You hoped that just telling him what to do before sending him your coordinates would be enough to just get him to show up. You’d deal with the rest later.

You stood from your chair as you looked down at Dabi. He always looked quite peaceful sleeping- it was odd since he was always scowling when he was awake. He’d smirk and tease, sure, but you don’t think you’d ever seen a real smile on his face before.

You chuckled to yourself, touching his hair just once before you stopped- knowing he didn’t like you touching him like that. He wanted to keep you at arms length because of your feelings and you knew that- so unconscious or not, you had to keep his wants at the forefront of your mind.

A knock sounded at the door when you saw one of your allied villains come in. “Some guys are in the bar, asking for you. Some freak with a hand on his face and a gimp looking dude.” You almost laughed at the villain's description.

“Tell them I’ll be up in a moment.” The villain left as you looked once more at Dabi. You smiled down at him. “Thanks for the save, you reckless idiot.”

-x-x-x-

Dabi groaned as he rolled from his back to his side. He was only vaguely aware he was previously on his back ,which already annoyed him- he was not a back sleeper. He peeked his eyes open and stared at the ceiling above him.

That wasn’t his apartment ceiling? Sitting up, he rubbed his forehead, closing his eyes and taking a breath. His head pounded and he opened his eyes back up to see the room he was in. It wasn’t his apartment at all. He was in a bedroom, but he hadn’t seen this room before.

The last thing he remembered was jumping into a bar fight at your pub and then covering your back when that finger-freak tried shooting something out of his fingertip at you. He didn’t even realize his body moved until he felt the needle meant for you dart into his neck.

Rubbing at his neck, he felt no pain. Getting up, he looked around the room.

This room wasn’t yours- he’d seen it before- and it wasn’t anyone else’s he knew of. He wasn’t at the league HQ either, that run down place didn’t have rooms as well kept at this one. Surely you wouldn’t have pushed him off to some random villain until he woke up and this was some stranger’s room... right?

After a moment, he started getting nosy. As he opened more drawers and books and notepads, he got more and more confused. These were all things he was interested in. All the notebooks had his handwriting in them and his name was signed on papers and sticky notes scattered on a corkboard hanging on the wall. The phone on the bedside table and he unlocked with his passcode and started going through it- it was all his information just like normal, but something was off.

He felt off. He looked at his palms, the scars he’s had since he was younger still showing on his skin. Something nagged in the back of his head and he knew that he had to get answers and the best way to do that is to track you down.

Grabbing a jacket and zipping it up to his chin and placing sunglasses on his face, he left the room that was filled with, presumably his own things, but definitely not his things.

The roads and buildings all around were the same as he remembered. However, when he came to your pub’s building, it looked different. Shabby almost. Trying to go inside, the door was rusted and jammed. Jostling with the door wasn’t getting him anywhere and he knew if he tried to bust it down you’d have his ass on the wall for the damage.

Looking up, he saw the window that lead into the living room of your apartment. Walking around the building he started up the fire escape and carefully treaded the side of the building to the window before he shimmied it open from the outside and hopped inside.

“What the fuck?” The apartment that was once filled with your furniture and belongings was empty. Not just empty, but it was dusty, barren and isolated like no one had been in there for years. Jogging downstairs, he ran into the bar to find it the same way: empty.

No tables, no chairs, no booths. No bottles lining the dusty shelves and no frames of art or recreational items in the rec room. it even still had the old, tacky wallpaper instead of the wallpaper he remembered. The stench of dust filtered through his nose and made his throat burn- it was apparent that the place hadn’t been aired out in years.

Turning back, the door to the basement he had been in so many times wasn’t even there. When he left the building to go to the basement the backway, the backway in didn’t seem to exist either. It was like the basement he had spent so much time in with you patching him up was never there to begin with.

“This is fucking crazy,” he mumbled as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He wasn’t used to feeling whatever was bubbling in his chest. It was painful, like caltrops tearing apart his stomach and chest as he searching for your number in his contacts. He began to start walking back to where your apartment use to be, to go back inside the abandoned pub, when he dialed your phone. He was soon stuck in his tracks when he caught sight of his reflection in a window.

The window’s glass was cracked, barely held in place in the frame as he stared back at his reflection. Reaching up, he ran his scarred hand through his hair. His hair that wasn’t dyed black; his hair that was as white as his mothers.

“Where the fuck am I?” He breathed as he heard the monotone voice over the phone.

-I’m sorry, but the number you have dialed does not exist-

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