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anjee0 · 3 months ago

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My Brother's best friend

Chapter 2 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

B Rabbit x Female!reader. (Feel free to put an oc insert if you wish as well)

Description - In which Y/n starts to become friends and possibly more with her brother's best friend, BRabbit.

Y/n stood in front of the milk fridge at the supermarket as she pondered which milk she should get. It didn't matter which one she did buy, Jordan would tell her that she got the milk either way. It wasn't even her turn to do the groceries, it was Jordan's, but he made his sister do it. She was already tired from her shift and now she had to do the shopping.

Y/n felt a small tap on her leg and looked down to be met with a little girl. She had short, blonde hair and big brown eyes. Her cheeks were stained rosy pink and she had a small frown on her face.

“Hey, sweetie. You okay?” Y/n asked.

“No, I lost my brother. I can't find him.” The girl responded.

“Oh, what's your name?”

“Lily.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows when she heard the girl speak her name. She'd heard that name somewhere before but she wasn't sure when. It took a few seconds for everything to click when she remembered that Jimmy had a younger sister named Lily.

“All right, Lily. I'm Y/n. Does your brother happen to be Jimmy?”

“Yeah! How did you know?”

“I know him. Come on, I have an idea.”

Lily took Y/n's hand as they walked to the checkout area and approached a cashier.

“What are we doing?” Lily asked.

“You'll see,” Y/n responded with a small smile.

Y/n turned to face the cashier at the register and gave a smile. “Uh hey there…” She said, squinting her eyes to try to read the cashier’s name tag. “Rachel. This little girl, Lily, lost her brother, Jimmy. Is it okay if you can use your little intercom thing to call him over?”

Rachel groaned slightly and nodded. “What's the brother's full name?”

“Jimmy Smith Jr,” Lily responded shyly.

Rachel sighed and spoke it to the intercom. “Could Jimmy Smith Jr come to check out number 3? Your sister Lily is here waiting for you.” She said in a monotonous tone.

It was only a matter of time before Jimmy came jogging to the checkout to get Lily. He slowed down and raised his eyebrow when he saw Y/n standing with his sister.

Lily immediately ran over to Jimmy and hugged him tightly, with Y/n walking behind her.

“Hey, Lily.” Jimmy greeted with a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around his sister.

“Hey, Rabbit,” Y/n said with a smirk on her face.

“Y/n… thank you. Honestly. I got so fucking scared.”

“Hey, language!” Lily called out.

Y/n and Jimmy laughed at Lily's response to her brother swearing.

“Lily, what do you say to Y/n?” Jimmy asked.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Lily responded timidly as her cheeks quickly became red again.

“No problem Lily.”

“Uh, are you doing anything tomorrow?” Jimmy asked.

“No, I'm free. Why?” Y/n replied, smiling softly.

“Uh, do you maybe wanna do something with me tomorrow? You know, we can get to know each other more.”

“Sounds cool. Where are we going?”

“I'll figure it out. I'll give you my number, hold on.”

Jimmy took a small notebook (about the size of his palm) and pen out of his pocket. He ripped out a page of it and scribbled his number down.

“Do you always just carry a little notebook around with you?” Y/n asked in a teasing manner.

“If I ever get an idea for a lyric randomly, it comes in handy.”

Y/n took the paper from Jimmy before putting it in her pocket.

“Wait, so you saw Rabbit at the grocery store and he asked you out on a date?” Carly asked through the phone.

“Yeah, but it's not a date. He just wants to get to know me.” Y/n replied as she twisted the curly telephone cord.

“That's a date, babe.”

“No, it's not. We established that over the phone.”

“You got his number?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Well, where are you guys going?”

“He's got the whole day planned out. We're gonna have breakfast at Chin Tiki-”

“Chin Tiki?”

“I know but he said that they have a really good breakfast menu.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I know; I was surprised, too. Anyway, after that we might just take a stroll and then have lunch. Then we might have a little ride around town and I have a feeling we might have dinner as well.”

“Girl, that is a date!”

“He's just being a nice guy.”

“Yeah, a nice guy who desperately wants you to be his girlfriend,” Carly responded sarcastically.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, whatever. Okay, enough about me, what about you? What happened with Wink last night, I didn't get to ask you.”

“Meh, not much. He's cute but not my type. I mean, there's this one guy I'm talking to but-”

“But what?”

“He's really sweet and cute and caring but I have a feeling it might not work out.”

Y/n could practically feel Carly frowning on the other side. “Hey, don't say that. Everything will be fine. Who is this guy anyway?”

“I think it's best if I keep this one secret. I just wanna make sure everything will turn out fine before I say anything.”

“That's fine Carly. I understand.”

“Thanks Y/n.”

“Uh, listen, is it okay if you could do a favour for me please?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“So Jordan is gonna flip if I tell him I'm going out with Rabbit. Is it okay if you can cover and just pretend I'm with you?”

“Of course, girl. I got your back.”

“Okay thank you.”

They talked for another hour or so, catching up with each other and talking about their work before they decided to hang up the call.

The morning rolled in as the sun's light rays shone down onto Y/n's face. Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes and tried to adjust the brightness. She suddenly remembered that she was going out with Rabbit today so she immediately got out of bed and started getting ready.

She threw on a simple skirt and a crop top, did her hair and makeup and went downstairs. Jordan was sitting at the table, eating his breakfast quickly so he wouldn't be late for work.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To Carly's. We're just gonna hang out for the day.”

Y/n tried to remain casual and calm so her brother wouldn't pick up on her lie.

“Okay, don't do anything dumb. I have to go to work.” Jordan replied.

He quickly got up and left the house. Y/n let out a breath of relief she didn't realise she was holding in.

A few minutes later, Y/n heard a knock on the door as she ran a little bit too happily to open it. She saw Rabbit leaning his arm against the doorpost, smirking.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Yup.” Y/n replied, grabbing her handbag from the table.

As soon as Y/n stepped out the house, she could feel the cold breeze of the Michigan air hit her face and body. She started to regret wearing a skirt and a crop top but she was sure she would eventually adjust to the cold.

They wasted no time getting into the car and buckling up to leave.

“By the way, I should tell you something.” Y/n said.

“Sure, what's up?” Rabbit asked.

“I kinda lied to Jordan and told him I'm hanging out with my friend Carly.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Jordan would get mad if he found out I was hanging out with one of his friends.”

“Well then why did you say yes to hang out with me?”

“Because you seem like a nice guy and I'd like to get to know you better.”

Rabbit chuckled. “I'm not the nicest guy, but I guess it's nice you thought that.”

“So are you okay with me lying to my brother?”

“You can do what you want but it kinda feels wrong.”

“That's understandable. We can cancel if you don't wanna do this.”

“No, no. I wanna do this, it'll be cool. I guess we just gotta be… cautious?”

“Yeah. Cautious. We'll be cautious.”

Y/n immediately noticed how different Chin Tiki looked during the day. It looked like a completely different bar. The atmosphere felt more relaxed and calm compared to the lively and noisy atmosphere during the night. There was no one inside except the people working there and Y/n and Rabbit.

“It doesn't even feel like I'm in Chin Tiki.” Y/n said as she tried to start a conversation.

“I know. It's strange, right?” Rabbit responded.

“How'd you even find out about this?”

“I was just walking around one morning and saw Chin Tiki open so I decided to go in. The best part is that the food is cheap and tastes amazing.”

A second or two later, a waiter came over to their table and gave them their menus. Y/n could feel her mouth water at the food displayed in the menus. There was a wide range of breakfast items from pancakes and waffles to toast and even cereal.

“Wow, I don't even know what to choose.” Y/n chuckled.

“I normally go for the regular waffles. It's simple but it tastes great.” Rabbit replied.

“Hmm, I think I'll go for that then too.”

A few minutes after they ordered, their food came to the tables. The waffles were warm with a crispy edge and a soft inside and middle. The golden, shiny syrup was dripping off the edges and to top it off a small square of soft butter. The waffles tasted sweet and phenomenal and the syrup just made it all the better.

“Damn Rabbit, this is really good. I should come here often.” Y/n praised.

Rabbit smiled softly, knowing that Y/n was enjoying herself so far. “You work at a diner right?” He asked.

“Yeah. Karl's diner. The one around the diner.”

“I've never been there before. Is it good?”

“The food looks good. I've never eaten there though. I just wait and make the milkshakes. I don't cook any of the food.”

“Maybe I should visit you sometime.”

For the rest of the day, they spent their time driving around and taking strolls. Rabbit showed Y/n some parts of 8 mile he'd always gone when he was younger. Y/n enjoyed watching him talk about his childhood memories of him hanging out with his friends and writing lyrics with them.

The sun started to set and they found a rooftop to sit on to watch the sunset. The sky was like a canvas of yellow, pink and purple watercolours blending into each other as the sun disappeared into the horizon.

Y/n looked down and saw that Chin Tiki was open. The loud music from the inside sounded muffled from where they sat. Bright lights could be seen from shining through the windows and onto the pavement outside.

“Should we go to Chin Tiki?” Y/n asked, nodding her head over to the building.

“Why not.” Rabbit replied.

When they got in, it was more packed and busy than usual. People were in nearly every corner of the bar dancing, talking or drinking. Off to one side of the bar, there were a lot of people dancing together, laughing and having the time of their life— and it easily caught Y/n's attention.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” She asked.

“I can't dance.” Rabbit replied.

“That makes the two of us.”

Y/n chuckled and grabbed Rabbit's hand and dragged him over. She put her hands at the side of his neck while he rested his hands on the waistband of the skirt. They swayed to the music and held each other closer as the second went by.

What they didn't notice was Jordan and the other guys walking into Chin Tiki and taking a seat at a table. Whilst all the guys were having a conversation, Cheddar spotted two familiar faces on the dance floor holding each other close and swaying. Y/n and Rabbit.

“Hey Jordan, isn't that your sister with Rabbit?” Cheddar asked.

Jordan and all the guys immediately looked up and spotted Rabbit and Y/n putting their hands on each other and dancing.

Rabbit's hand went down Y/n thigh and slowly trailed down it. He picked her leg up and gently brought her knee to his hip. Y/n moved her head back as Rabbit moved his nose along her neck. For a moment, it felt like they were the only ones in the room. When Y/n brought her head back, their noses slightly brushed.

“You're not too bad.” She whispered.

“You too.” Rabbit responded.

Jordan had enough and came storming over feeling engulfed in anger. He pulled Rabbit off his sister and pushed him on a table. Everyone in the club fell silent and turned to watch what was happening.

“What the fuck are you doing with my sister man?!” Jordan shouted angrily.

Rabbit quickly got up and brushed himself off. “I'm just dancing with her, man.”

“Dancing with her, yeah? You're putting your fucking hands all over her!” Jordan quickly turned to his sister and that's when she could really see the anger through his eyes. “And you! You said you were with Carly!”

Before Y/n could say anything, Jordan grabbed her hand and dragged her outside to the parking lot. Rabbit and the guys followed behind.

“What do you think you were doing?! Getting all close with him like that!” Jordan exclaimed.

“We were just dancing! Hanging out!” Y/n replied, even louder than her brother.

“You lied to me! You said you were with Carly!”

“Fine! Yes! I lied! Me and Rabbit bumped into each other at the store yesterday and decided to hang out.”

“Why?”

“We just wanted to talk and get to know each other better after we met the night before. Plus, we had nothing else to do.”

“So you lied to me.”

“You wouldn't let me go. And don't lie to me saying that you would've said yes.”

Jordan stayed silent and kissed his teeth. “Fine. I wouldn't have you let go but that's because Rabbit's my friend! You know how fucking weird it would be if my sister doing shit with my best friend?!”

“We weren't doing anything!”

“That little dance that you had sure proved something.”

“Why are you so overprotective over me?! I'm twenty fucking two, I'm an adult! I can make my own decisions, I don't need you dictating me! Gosh, you are such a bad brother!” Y/n shouted. She could her voice crack as tears slipped out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “I'm going home.”

Y/n wasted no time leaving the car park and walking past the guys. “Show’s over.” She muttered to them.

As she left the car park and started walking on the pavement back home, Rabbit quickly caught up with her.

“Y/n.” He breathed out when reached her.

“Leave me alone Rabbit. I'll just make it worse for you.”

“Don't worry about me.”

“I just ruined your friendship with your best friend. I'm such a dick. I should've just told the truth.”

“Y/n, don't worry about that. I'll deal with myself. Are you okay?”

“Not really. I feel like a slut.”

“You're not.”

“Really? Because the way I was dancing with you sure said something.”

“I enjoyed it.”

“Me too.”

They both stopped walking and faced each other as they looked into each other's eyes.

“Look, I had a nice night,” Rabbit began. “And I know it ended really badly but I think I've never enjoyed hanging out with a girl this much until tonight.”

“Really?” Y/n asked.

Rabbit nodded.

“I haven't hung out with a guy like this in ages. I guess I enjoyed tonight too.”

“Can I walk you home?”

“Sure.”

The walk back home was quiet and brought a comfortable silence with it. When they got home, Rabbit gave Y/n a small hug and whispered in her ear:

“Call me if you need anything, you have my number.”

Y/n nodded and shut the door gently. She changed out of her clothes and jumped into bed whilst wrapping the covers around her tightly. Tears of regret and sadness spilled out her eyes and fell onto her pillow. She tried to sleep as soon as she could as she had work tomorrow.

Eventually, Y/n fell into a slumber, her last thought being Rabbit.

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rinhaler · 10 months ago

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Get Your Passport, 'Cause We Runnin' Off

CHAPTER SUMMARY : the day of the big trip has arrived, and you're stuck with your bully for the whole ride there. maybe he'll be nice for a change...

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, PG chapter tbh, daddy kink mention??, attempted/thwarted bullying.

WORDS : 3.9k

notes : every friday was a funny joke right guys? right?

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“Are you sure you don’t need a ride tomorrow?” Gojo queries as he helps fill your fridge and cupboards with food he picked up for you. It's his way of an apology without actually saying the pivotal words. He told Yuuji he’d look out for you, and he will keep his promise. A few groceries are bound to make him look good in both your eyes and the eyes of your boyfriend.

“Yeah I’m sure. Toji is picking me up from here and then there’s a coach to take us out of town for our field trip.” you inform him.

He offers a smirk and silences himself as he continues to empty the bags. It's a devious look, and you know he has something to say. You aren't sure if you even want to know, but there's just something so irritating about Satoru Gojo that makes you think you'll die if you don’t pry whatever it is out of him.

“Could the reason that you’re declining my offer be that I don’t have what Toji has?” he wonders. You quirk your eyebrow in confusion; hoping it will prompt him to continue. “I mean, Toji has a perfect doppelgänger, right? A mini me, closer to your age.”

“What are you implying, Gojo?” you speak, an accusatory tone bleaching your words.

“Do you… like Megumi?” he inquires.

You wish you never asked.

You can’t help but scoff at that. He couldn’t have found a more inappropriate tree to bark up. Like Megumi? You can barely even stomach looking at him. He’s evil incarnate and, quite frankly, you hate him. You’ve tried being nice to him. You’ve tried being cordial. There isn’t much you haven’t tried to make your life easier when it comes to Megumi, nothing works. So liking him is completely out of the question.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” you laugh, helping him with the last of the shopping so that you can shoo him out quicker. He watches you frantically pick everything up and put it away, he can tell what you’re doing.

Did he touch a nerve?

“I’m with Yuuji,” you halt, a revolted look in your eye informing him of your now soured mood. “I mean, are you… stupid? Megumi has been bullying me since he moved into my art class, actually. So, maybe you should—”

“Alright, alright. No need to get defensive.” he snickers, pulling a lollipop out of his jacket pocket to suckle on as he heads towards the exit.

“I’m not being defensive. You’re being annoying.”

“Yeah? Well why is it that you’d rather take a ride with Papaguro over me. Is it him you like?” he pushes. It’s like he’s trying to make you snap.

“I. Have. A. Boyfriend!” you remind him, yet again, “Toji is hot, yes, in a friend’s dad calling you kiddo type of way. I guess. But he’s just that, a dad. He treats me like his own kid, and I have no interest in him passed being friends.” you explain, hoping to satiate Gojo’s curiosity enough to make him drop the subject.

“Do you call Yuuji daddy when you fuck? Giving off major kink vibes right now, sweetheart.”

“Get out.” you demand.

“Huh? Wait I was just—”

“Out! Gojo, out! You’re done. Get out of my house.” you tell him with a completely straight face. He holds his hands up in surrender as he makes his way towards your front door to leave. You’ve never met anyone as insufferable as Gojo in your life. Not even Megumi is as bad as him. You watch him from your door as you see him walk towards his car. When he opens the door, you decide to offer him some parting words. “Toji doesn’t like you very much, it’s like he doesn’t trust you. And I’m not sure if I do either.”

“Do you know what Toji did to his own kid? Abandoning him after his mother died?” he questions.

“Yeah. I do.”

“And you trust that guy and not me? Tch.” he sits behind the wheel and starts up his car. “Thought you were smarter than that, babe. I’ll see you around.”

The wait for Toji to pick you up is nauseating. It’s your first ride with both him and Megumi in the car. The younger Fushiguro had opted to catch a ride into school with his sister when he heard the news of Toji becoming your new chauffer. But with Tsumiki at work and zero desire to risk taking the bus and missing the coach, his dad became the safest option.

He sits in the back, much to your surprise, giving him the freedom to manspread across the backseat. Toji couldn’t coax many words out of you, your nerves were shot. Of course you said good morning and told him that you were doing okay, but that was as much as he could get.

“Be nice to her today, shit head.” Toji orders. He laughs when he feels Megumi kick the back of his seat in protest.

You shake it off. Everything. His voice, Megumi’s defiance. It all crumbles away as you look out of the window and pretend you’re a cloud.

“Looks like rain…” you sigh. They both hear you, but neither of them comments. The sky couldn’t be bluer and the sun is blaring down. Even the sidewalks are hot to the touch if you were to walk on them with bare feet.

“I’m serious Megumi. No funny shit today, best behaviour.”

“Tell him I’ve been nice to you so he shuts his fucking mouth. I’ve not been giving you any shit, have I?” Megumi speaks, kicking the back of your seat, eagerly awaiting a response. You sigh, and smile. But why should you keep covering for him? Today is going to be hellish whether he leaves you alone or not.

May as well get him in trouble with his darling dad.

“Are you counting when you locked us in the bathroom together? Or the other day when you when you called me an entitled bitch? Besides that, no. You’ve been so lovely to me ‘Gumi.” you hum, continuing to look out of the window.

The argument that breaks out between them goes completely over your head. The only thing on your mind is the sky. You wonder what colour the sky is where Yuuji is right now. Will he look at it and think of you, too? What is the sky like for him? Are you even on his mind? You wish he’d call, you long to hear his voice.

“Little bastard. I know you’re stupid, but I’m wonderin’ now if you’re fuckin’ deaf too. Because I’m sure I’ve told you to quit picking on her.” Toji scolds.

“I’ve done worse. Snitch.” he mutters under his breath.

“Listen to me, Megumi. Leave her the fuck alone. I won’t tell you again. She hasn’t done shit to you so stop making her life difficult for no God damn reason. Thought Yuuji was your friend, so what the fuck is all this for?” Toji continues as he keeps looking in the mirror so that he can stare at his son. It goes ignored as Megumi slumps back into himself and plays his music through his headphones loud enough to deafen the world around him. “Why didn’t you tell me about all that shit he did, princess?” he asks. You shrug your shoulders, ignoring him similarly to how Megumi was.

What a pair of brats.

He lets you both out of the car and stops you both from going anywhere before he says what he needs to say.

“You. Best fuckin’ behaviour or I’ll kick the shit out of you when you get home.” he warns his son as he ruffles his hair. He leaves right after that, heading in the direction of the coach eager to get a good seat. “And you, princess, call me if anything happens. I’ve got a meeting later but other than that I’m free. I’ll drive down to wherever the fuck you’re going and pick you up myself if he acts up.”

“I’ll be fine, Toji. Enjoy your day.”

“Yeah, you too.” he smiles, “Have a safe trip, kiddo.”

You feel yourself smiling and blood rushing to your face at the new nickname he’s bestowed upon you. It wouldn’t have made you as giddy if not for your meaningless conversation with Gojo.

Kiddo, huh? How embarrassing.

Maybe he was right about you having a daddy kink, after all.

You’ll have to let Yuuji know when you speak to him.

The coach is full of students and teachers, and most of the best seats are taken. Though, you do manage to find two unoccupied seats together, you manage to snag them before anyone else does.

Megumi is a few rows ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus; you catch him looking over his shoulders a few times at you. A furious deathly glare in his eyes, clearly still bitter over you ratting him out to Toji this morning.

He’s sitting alone, too, like he often does.

It surprises you that the mean girls of your class aren’t fawning over him.

And almost as if you summoned them, you feel a tug on your hair from behind. The redhead. The blonde traps you in by the window as she takes a seat beside you. Your heart is racing.

You’re sick of this.

Sick of them.

Sick of everything.

And having these two harass you the entire way is going to make this an even longer journey than it already is.

“Maybe we could ditch the group and have some cocktails.” the redhead jokes from behind you. “We had a great time last time we all got drunk together, right?” she snickers, earning a laugh from her friend in the process.

They become stiff and polite in an instant, and you don't even notice. You're too focused on using the window as your escape once more, imagining yourself as a drifting cloud with the hope it'll help you drown out their cruel words for the rest of the journey.

You gasp when you feel fingers digging into the fat of your underarm, gripping harshly enough to make you yelp.

“Get off me!” you shout.

You assume it's one of the girls trying to hurt you.

But you're wrong. Very wrong.

It's Megumi.

Is he trying to rescue you?

He tilts his head in the direction of the seats he's sitting in, telling you that he wants you to come with him. Noting that Megumi often chose words over actions, you decide he was the lesser of two evils and go with him. You pick up his backpack that he used to save your seat and get yourself comfortable beside the window.

“Is there a reason that you two keep bugging her? I asked you for one favour that you couldn’t even fucking follow. Are you trying to make up for it?” Megumi wonders. He speaks in hushed tones, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear.

“We’re doing it for you, babe! We know you hate her, and—”

“I’m not gonna fuck either of you, y’know? I was using you. And I didn’t fucking ask you to do anything for me after the club. Leave me and leave her alone.”

They both look at you with disdain. You can’t help but laugh, quickly covering your mouth and looking out of the window to disguise it. Their expressions are too funny not to laugh at.

They're acting as if you casted some witchcraft over Megumi to make him turn on them. If they had any common sense, they’d realise he is just an asshole who uses people to get what he wants. His thigh rests against yours when he sits back down. It’s nice, for some reason, feeling caged in by someone as threatening as Megumi.

He’s done this before in a way that sent fear directly to your heart. He did it to intimidate you.

But this… is different. It’s protective.

His head rests back against the tall back of the coach seats as he listens to his music. His head lolls to the side, and for whatever reason he decides to open his eyes.

And, of course, he’s greeted to the sight of the girls. His eyes roll and he proceeds to flip them off, clearly done with entertaining them for a second longer.

“Why did you do that, Megumi?” you ask, genuinely curious as to why he decided to save you from them.

“Shut up. Listenin’ to my music.” he hisses back.

You shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s best not to push him. You reach down to pick up your sturdy tote bag and pull out a colour by numbers book and a pack of felt tip pens.

You hear him scoff when you pull down the tray on the back of the seat in front of you so that you can start to colour in. It goes over your head, though, instead of making a biting remark you simply flip him off with a smile.

You hear him clear his throat and turn his body away from you. His eyes flutter closed, and you can only assume he’s trying to nap. It’s fair enough, you think, the coach trip is three hours long. Maybe he didn’t get much sleep last night.

He grunts as he turns back to face you. Though he seems a little disoriented. Does he realise he fell asleep? He’d been lightly snoring for ten minutes.

He looks down at your colouring book, grunting in disapproval as you continue doing your best to remain within the black lines.

“God I fucking hate you.” he mutters.

“Excuse me? You’re the one who dragged me over here!” you snap back.

“Yeah, that was before I knew you were the type of person to colour things in wrong. Why is the fucking dolphin purple?” he laughs a little as he speaks, clearly amused with himself as he berates your colouring skills.

“I like purple. It’s cute!”

“Give me a page, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a page.”

“You want me to rip out a page of my brand new—”

“I’m bored! Give me one to colour in properly.” he demands.

You flip through the pages heading towards the back. There are a few pages you want to do yourself, so you refrain from tearing them. He studies your face and the changes in expression as you see pages you like and want to keep for yourself. Until finally, you find a page with a lion in the wild. It’s so cute, you almost don’t want to give him it. But before you can change your mind, he snatches the book out of your hand and tears it out carefully himself.

“Hey!” you object, but it’s too late.

“Shut up. You’d only ruin it anyway. You know lions aren’t green, right?”

“You shut up.” you moan at him, returning to the page you’d been colouring and dipping your fingers into your pack of felt tips to get another pen. You barely blink before they’re missing from your hands and have been stolen by Megumi as he fishes around looking for a colour he needs. “Those are mine!”

“Heard of sharing?” he responds.

“You’re meant to ask if you can share.” you inform him. “You are the worst art student I’ve ever met. Don’t you have anything of your own?”

“Just shut up and colour your stupid purple dolphin, princess. Be a good girl and share your pens.” he teases as he begins to fill in the lions fur in a golden yellow.

There are tons of artists who used colour ‘incorrectly’. Henri Matisse’s Femme au Chapeau springs to mind in a vividly clear image. You decide that you won’t stop there. Every single colour you are about to choose will be ‘wrong’. Why not make the sea pink and the trees blue? Maybe the sand will be red and the sky yellow? It’s your God damn colouring book that you paid for with your own money.

Colouring alone passes an entire hour. Megumi can’t believe his eyes when you show him your finished page. You have a prideful look on your face. And he nods. Is that… approval?

“I actually don’t hate it.” he tells you.

“Thanks. I think?”

He presents his own, looking slightly disappointed in comparison to yours. It’s wrong, but so very right. It’s fun and exciting to look at. His, on the other hand, is boring. It’s how it should be, but it isn’t as entertaining as yours.

“Give me another one, I wanna make it like yours.” he demands.

“A please wouldn’t hurt once in a while.”

He takes your book from you, looking for a page he’d like to colour in. His fingers hover over an elephant you had your eye on. You’re begging that he doesn’t tear it to colour in himself. You scrunch your eyes as you prepare to hear the all too recognisable sound of paper ripping. But instead, a simple ‘tch’ leaves his lips as he flips the page.

“Please may I take this page?” he asks, pointing at a bear in the woods. You nod, grateful that you have the elephant all to yourself. You both get to work, and you are both filled with glee as he begins to colour the friendly brown bear in a sky blue colour. You decide to colour your elephant red, although you regret it almost instantly. You hope you’ll be able to fix it.

“So, you still haven’t told me why you saved me from those girls.” you remind him, prodding for information as to why he decided to be your knight in shining armour.

“So?”

“Why did you rescue me?” you bluntly ask.

“Why did you rat me out to my dad this morning?” he questions back. It steals your breath for a moment, you have no idea what to say.

Why did you do it? You’re just mad at the world, you suppose. He hadn’t actually done anything particularly awful. Nothing to scare you or force a lump in your throat, so you had no reason to tell Toji. But you did. You’re suffering without Yuuji. Why should you be the only miserable one?

“Why did you call me ‘Gumi?” he torments with a sinister smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry about this morning. And, thank you for saving me. It’s been tough since Yuuji left, and—”

“I don’t care.” he tells you, pulling his headphones back over his ears as he starts to colour again. You shrug, assuming you won’t hear from him again until he finishes his up-and-coming masterpiece. “You piss me off, y’know?”

“Feelings mutual, trust me.”

“Listen. I’ve never had a friendship with a girl before. I just sleep with ‘em, normally. But you’re not a dumb cunt on legs like the rest. I wanted to try with you, for Yuuji, but you’re so fucking nosy.” he informs you.

“You’re disgusting. You’d known me all of two minutes and decided I was a good for nothing whore. I didn’t do anything to deserve any of the things you did to me.” you tell him, doing your best to keep your volume lowered so nobody around would be able to hear you.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t like talking about my personal life with anyone and you just… you know. Anyway. My dad’s a selfish asshole but he’s trying, and that’s because of you. So I suppose I should be thanking you for that, at least. And he wants me to be nice to you, so that’s why I saved you. I’m sure if you grew a fucking backbone you’d be able to handle them yourself.”

“I used to have a backbone until you started bullying me and destroyed my confidence.” you whined at him, earning a chuckle.

“I said I’m done with you, with that. I don’t know why I’m so desperately craving Toji’s approval but here we are. I can’t help but hate you, but I’ll have your back when it comes to those two. And… if I’m mean, I’m just fucking with you.”

“Shut up.”

“If my dad likes you there must be something off about you. He’s shady. Dangerous.” Megumi tells you. You shake your head, dismissing him.

“Toji is a big teddy bear. He doesn’t scare me, but you do.” you hum. “You’re fucked up and you know it. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you and I’m sure it won’t be long before you’re making my life hell again.”

“Teddy bear? Ugh. You’re not fucking him, are you? My dad?” he fake gags as he thinks about it a little longer than he intended.

“Why do people keep asking if I have a crush on your dad?” you whisper to yourself. But, you’re a fool, because of course Megumi heard you. He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your accidental statement. “Gojo.”

“Fuck sake, those two. Ignore him, they’ll both do anything to one up each other.” Megumi huffs, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his statement.

“So you go way back with Gojo too, like Yuuji? How do you know him?”

“See, nosy.” he scoffs. “A story for another day, maybe. Or just ask your new best friend Toji when we next carpool.” he mocks you, finally blocking you out with his headphones again as he pours all of his focus into his bear colouring.

It’s such a small world.

How have you found yourself falling into this tight knit circle of family and friends who all seem to know each other? It’s crazy that they are all so close and yet so far.

Megumi and Toji are father and son but they are practically worlds apart in terms of closeness. Yuuji hates Megumi like he thought he never could. The Fushiguro’s are both related to your ex Naoya. And Toji, Yuuji and Megumi all have a connection to Gojo.

Megumi mentioned that Toji is shady and dangerous, but you don’t get that vibe from him at all.

Gojo on the other hand has an incredibly seedy aura about him. He’s sweet to you, sure, but why? Just because Yuuji told him to be? Is anyone really that nice? It’s like he’s going above and beyond to make both you and Yuuji happy. You can’t tell how Megumi feels about the white haired menace, but you know that Toji loathes him.

Why?

What the fuck is going on with the men in your life?

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justanofficeworker · 5 months ago

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Man's best friend

TW: This Fic contains kidnapping, dub con, NSFW scenes, Stockholm syndrome among other things. Please do not read if these themes upset or disturb you. That being said welcome and enjoy the ride.

Chapter 1- The meeting

The harsh fluorescent lights of my local grocery store shone into my eyes as I struggled to reach the top shelf for the last item on my list. I groan as I fall back from the tips of my toes. ‘God whoever put the brown sugar on the top shelf is a fucking whore’ I think to myself rolling my eyes. ‘Ok, round two’ I reach up to the shelf again, my hand just barely grazing the bag before a large scared hand plucks the bag down and offers it to me. My eyes follow the hand, up a thick arm to an attractive scared face, it's bottom half covered by a black surgical mask with a white skull decal on the front.

“Need a’lil help love?” the man's voice was warm like hot chocolate and just as smooth. “ holy, blond babe” involuntarily slips through my lips, I need to start thinking before I speak. “ well that's a new one” he chuckles, a sound I would pay a premium just to have in a bottle. "Geez, I'm sorry, that was creepy. Thanks for grabbing that for me" I rush out, taking the bag of brown sweetness in my hand. " Don't worry about it, I've been told my appearance is a bit shocking to most civilians, I'm Simon" he holds his hand out for a handshake. 'civilians, maybe he's ex-military?' I think as I shake his hand. It's as warm as his voice sounds and he grasps my hand gently, not like how most men squeeze your hand to intimidate you when you're a woman. "I'm Y/n, but most people just call me Beanie" The sentence all but falls out of my mouth, god I'm awkward.

Simon steps closer to me as another shopper passes through the aisle. "Beanie? A cute name fitted for a cute girl" his eyebrows quirk like he was smiling or maybe laughing at his own joke. 'holy shit this guy is huge' runs through my mind as he gets closer. Simon has a least a foot on me and is nearly twice as wide, hes like a brick house covered in a fluffy green cardigan. "hello? Earth to ms. Beanie. You still in there? or do you just like staring?" He waves a hand in front of my face and i let out a startled squeak.

"I'm so sorry, I just um ,have a lot on my mind" a good enough excuse if I've ever made one. Simon looks pensive " well, I've got to get home before my , dog, gets antsy. But how bout we talk more over coffee. maybe you can tell me a little of whats on your mind" he pulls out a pen and receipt from his pocket and jots his number on it. "text me some time" he winks as he turns to walk out the aisle. " Oh um yeah ok" i call out to him , dumb founded, a hot english guy just gave me his number after calling me cute. The world must be ending. I finish my shopping quickly and begin my walk home, unable to shake the sudden feeling of being watched.

SIMON POV

“Toothpaste,sorbet, lemons….” Simon’s thoughts trailed off as he looked catching a glimpse of what had to be the most pathetic looking woman he had ever seen. She was small and curvy and struggling. Muttering under her breath , probably about the sugar she couldn’t reach. Her braids bounced with his movements as she tried to reach the top shelf again. Simon had know her, before he could stop himself he was walking over and reaching for the sugar, brown like her glossy skin, and handing it to her. He had asked if she needed help and in her surprise called him a ‘blond babe’. She was shy , like a mouse , in their short interaction she seemed to just loose focus and float off. A girl like her shouldn’t be by herself, she should be at home being coddled and cozy. At least according to Simon.

He had to know more, so he gave her his number, he knew she eventually reach out and then they’d have their girl. He excused himself and then waited. Soon enough she was exiting the store and walking , presumably, to her home. As he watched he called Johnny. “Soap, i’ve found a bird for us” he said into his earbud as he took a picture to sent to his partner. As the photo was received johnny groaned. “She’s a pretty one, looks sweet” came johnny’s voice.

“When?” Johnny barked impatiently

“Soon” Simon scolded as he got into his car and drove off

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The sound of the car door alerted Johnny to Simon’s return. Soon enough heavy footsteps sounded up the porch. Johnny opened the door for his partner, eager to know more about their new girl. Crowding Simon in the entryway and throwing questions left and right. Whats her name, when will she be ours , what does she smell like? The inquires dying in his throat as Simon curls a warm hand around it. “ patience johnny shes a skittish one. Quiet and easily distracted too. We don’t want to scare her , do we?” Johnny gave a whine and nodded “I’m going to take her out , wine and dine her and when the time comes bring her home. You will not interfere. Copy?” Simon pulled Johnny in close by the throat, towering over him. “ yes sir” johnny whined, his hips twitching against Simon’s leg. Johnny had always been impatient and impulsive, but now with the prospect of you all training went right out the window.

"Good lad, now kneel for me love" Johnny easily slides to the floor, his head bowed and lent against Simon thigh. Johnny was docile when he wanted something and in this case it was information. Slowly, johnny unzips Simon's fly, " tell me a bout our bird Simon, whats she like?" Johnny, voice sultry and sweet, is allowed to pull Simon from his pants.

" Eager are we puppy?" Simon hisses as Johnny kisses his leaking tip. "shes a golden goddess of a women, small and demure, she was shy when i approached her but" he pauses as Johnny's warm mouth engulfs his member. "i can see it , shes got a mean streak, was cursin' up a storm before she noticed me." Simon sighs as johnny takes him to the base. "Easy pet, wouldn't want to" Simon is interrupted by a high pitched *ping*.

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" I'm home" you yelled into your empty apartment. You lived alone but had read somewhere that announcing your arrival and departures could help stave off the effects of depression. And god did you need a break from those effects. You'd been alone since you had kicked out your then boyfriend of 3 years after finding him in bed with your now ex best friend. "it's not what it looks like' he had said as you started grabbing all traces of him and throwing them out the nearest window, you friend's clothes included. You'd kicked them both out with nothing but the sheet off your bed and said good riddance. 'maybe i should get a cat" You mused as you unloaded your groceries. Your thoughts suddenly swerving to the huge blond you'd met, the number he had slipped you now burning a hole in your pocket.

Maybe you'd text him , be real suave and ask him out or something.

Beanie: Hey it's Beanie from the grocery store you helped me wit the sugar :)

Typing....

typing...

' He must be typing a letter or something, you think as you lean against your cabinet. Setting your phone down you leave the kitchen take a well deserved bath. As you turn the tap you hear a distant *ping*. You may or may not have run out of the bathroom and tripped trying to get to your phone faster.

Simon: Yeah Beanie

Simon: I remember you , the pretty bird buying sugar

You can feel your face heating at the compliment, already imagining his smooth as warm butter voice. You were having some inappropriate feelings about a stranger and you needed to *ping*. Another text.

Simon: so about that coffee love?

#simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #ghost x reader #mw2 #cod mw3 #domestic fluff #ghoap x reader #ghoap #hehe :3

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clickerflight · 2 months ago

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Voltober 15. The Ones Who've Hurt You - From Dust to Ashes

Author's notes: Welcome to me playing with a man's trauma for all of our enjoyment!

Challenges Masterlist - Voltober 14

Content: human whumpee, traumatized whumpee, fear, seeing whumper in public, caretaker protecc!

@voltober

Seeing Whumper on the Street | “This is for __” | Whumper Turned Whumpee

Kyle allowed himself to be cajoled out to the store with Joseph more and more these days. It was getting bad for his wallet and he had no idea how Joseph managed to keep up his own funds, but he wasn’t too upset about it. He had finished his degree and had a good position in anthropology circles. He could always find a place willing to pay him to speak if he needed some extra cash.

Joseph was chatting at him as they pulled up to the grocery store and Kyle checked his shopping list to see if he needed anything. He had already bought everything he needed on Monday, so this would mostly just be a snack run for him.

“And I’m thinking of doing this whole roast like my grandma used to do. Thing is, Muir doesn’t really like beef, but I think there will be plenty of sides to keep him happy, and if he’s still hungry he can make himself a sandwich because I’m getting my roast dang it! Would you like to join us for that?”

“Sure,” Kyle said, putting his phone away.

They got out of the car and walked toward the store, Joseph planning out loud what they would need.

They got inside and Joseph was immediately distracted in the juice section.

Kyle looked around, feeling a little out of his body. He had spent all day reading a book written by an ancient vampire about life and the things she had seen and was still feeling a little unreal as Joseph had stirred him out of his book very suddenly before whisking him off to the store.

He tried too bring his mind to the present, shaking his head a little and murmuring to Joseph that he was going to look at the snacks.

The store was pretty quiet as it was a bit too late in the evening for humans to want to be going to the store but still too bright and warm for most vampires to want to be out and about either. Not that Joseph cared either way.

Kyle walked into the snack aisle, looking over the cookies and candies the story had to offer.

He picked out a couple packs and then paused and put one back. He should probably find a healthier snack. Maybe baby carrots?

He left the aisle and rounded a corner to the vegetable and fruits section, glancing over the crowd.

His chest gave an involuntary pang where he had been shot about three years ago and he rubbed at it nonchalantly until he realized what had brought the memory back.

There was a woman, her hair much shorter than it once was, older, sadder, and wearing baggy clothing picking through the fruit.

Joanna. Joanna was standing there in the same store as Kyle. The woman who had shot him was OUT OF JAIL! He knew that she had gotten a light sentencing because people didn’t take the pain of vampires that seriously so they didn’t really punish her much for what she did to Esial, but she’d also shot him! And Kyle was human. Why was she out so soon? Why hadn’t he been notified? Had she escaped from prison? There was no way she’d be here just looking through the apples if she’d escaped prison. Was there?

She looked up and her eyes locked with Kyle’s wide ones.

Kyle didn’t even see her reaction to him, turning and bolting, dropping the cookies he had grabbed in his desperate search for Joseph. Joseph had the keys. They needed to get out and drive away very very fast. He needed to get away from here and call the police.

He awkwardly tried to get his phone out of his back pocket while sprinting through the store. He found Joseph and practically crashed into him, grabbing his arm. “We have to get out of here,” he gasped, shaky fingers trying to dial 911.

“Woah, calm down! What’s going on-”

“Joanna!” Kyle croaked. “She’s here!”

“Here?” Joseph asked, a rare look of rage darkened his face. “You’re sure?”

“I am! Let’s go please!”

Joseph nodded and, after a regretful look at his cart, abandoned it. Kyle felt rather touched by the gesture. Joseph would never abandon his cart for anything he didn’t consider serious.

Joseph and Kyle made their way toward the entrance, pausing only to apologize to an employee for abandoning the cart, before they made it to the exit.

The only issue was Joanna had the same thought.

The three froze and Kyle stood stunned as Joseph got in front of him, baring his fangs at Joanna. “What are you doing here!?”

The people nearby froze, surprised by the sudden aggression from a vampire in public.

Joanna put her hands up quickly. “I’m leaving.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in jail?” Joseph snarled, drawing the attention of more customers. Security would likely be there soon.

“I’m out on probation for good behavior,” she said quickly. “I’m leaving. I’m going. I’m sorry.”

“You should be!” Joseph practically spat.

He watched as she darted out and he relaxed with a sigh.

He turned to Kyle and put a hand on his arm. “Are you alright?”

Kyle nodded numbly as security got there.

Joseph explained the situation to the men and was given the permission to keep shopping so they wouldn’t have to go out and maybe see Joanna in the parking lot.

As they returned to the cart, Kyle stared at the items Joseph had collected inside for a long moment before he asked, “Do you think Muir would be annoyed if I stay the night at your guys’ place?”

“No, not at all. Especially after all that,” Joseph said, annoyance in his tone for the situation, not at Kyle.

Kyle relaxed a little and nodded. “I’m not sure if I’ll get much sleep.”

Joseph’s expression softened and he stepped around the cart, pulling Kyle into a hug.

Kyle hesitantly hugged him back, embarrassed about doing so in public, but relieved nonetheless.

“We’re always going to have your back, man. Don’t be afraid to ask,” Joseph told him before leaning back and smiling up at him. “Now, do you want to help me with my list?”

Kyle sighed, smiling shakily. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

VTB Part 16

FDTA Masterlist

From Dust to Ashes Taglist: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump @writereleaserepeat @tragedyinblue @hyrules-sleepiest-knight

@why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thecyrulik @gt-daboss @currentlyinthespiral @pigeonwhumps @not-a-space-alien

#whump #whump writing #human whumpee #traumatized whumpee #fear #seeing whumper in public #protective caretaker #voltober #from dust to ashes #joseph #kyle #I love them so much #joanna #we hate her though #feeling violent about her always #she is not doing well out of prison #and we're happy about it #vtb-no.15

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iridescent-petrichor · 2 years ago

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i love you, i mean it, chapter nine

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Stark!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 900

A/N: i've finished it! i wanted to post the last two chapters at the same time so u wouldn't have to wait for what is essentially an epilogue, but i hope u enjoy !!

Previous Chapter

A couple of months had passed since Peter made the decision to stay, and the two of you found comfort in your routines. He joined you to visit your family, watching you slowly open back up to Pepper, and spend more time around Morgan.

Today, Peter had been alone all day, lounging around while you went out grocery shopping. He offered to join you, but you insisted on going alone to avoid dealing with his sticky fingers.

A knock at the door surprised Peter, and he frowned, checking the time while he walked towards the front door. He knew you weren’t home yet, and you would’ve let him know if Happy or Rhodey were gonna drop by.

When he opened the door, he froze.

Before him stood the X-Men, with Professor X at the head of the group. He looked over the team, seeing Scott, Jean, Hank, and Ororo standing behind Charles.

“Oh.” He muttered, opening the door wider to let them in. “Uh, hi?”

Peter ushered them inside, sitting in the living room on the couch opposite them, unsure of what to say or do. He’d never considered the possibility of his friends finding him.

Scott was the first to speak up.

“So, how did you manage to stay at this place? Last I checked you haven’t paid for a damn thing in your life.” He looked around, visibly impressed by the apartment.

“Oh, you know…” Peter shrugs, giving them an awkward smile.

“Anyway, that doesn’t matter.” Hank cuts in. “You can come home now, we spent forever figuring out a way to travel between dimensions. It’s a one-way trip, and we’re kinda on a time limit, so we gotta get going.”

Everyone turns to Peter, looking at him expectantly. He stands slowly, the dread building in his chest nearly becoming unbearable.

“What’s wrong?” Ororo asked, her brows furrowing while Jean and Charles exchanged a look.

“I’m… good, actually.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked at them.

“Peter, we’re gonna bring you home…” Hank said, confused.

“Yeah, I kinda prefer it here, actually,” Peter muttered, shrugging. He glanced at the clock again, knowing you’re gonna be home any minute.

Charles, who had been silent the entire time, didn’t take his eyes off Jean. He gave her a long look as if the two were having a silent conversation.

“So, wait, why aren’t you coming back?” Scott’s tone was incredulous, earning him a light slap on the shoulder from Jean.

“I, uh, kinda found a good thing here. Something I don’t plan on letting go anytime soon.”

Scott rolls his eyes, though it wasn’t visible with the glasses he had on. “Oh please, what could possibly be keeping you from going home?”

As if on cue, everyone hears the unlocking and opening of the front door. Immediately, Peter straightens, and the X-Men were quick to notice how fast his attention was captured by the noise. Scott opens his mouth to make a smartass comment before a voice rings out into the apartment.

“Hey, Pete!” You call out, struggling to hold all the grocery bags in your hands as you make your way further into the room, kicking the door shut behind you. “The store was out of Twinkies, so we might have to run out to the store across town later if we get low-”

By the time you round the corner, you freeze. Five strangers stared back at you with an expression that surely matched your own.

“Of course it was for a girl,” Scott said under his breath, making you frown.

“Hey!” Peter finally snaps out of his daze, speeding over to you to take the bags from your hands, having the groceries put away before you could blink.

You don’t react to his speed, still staring at the people crowded in your living room.

Peter walked up beside you, gesturing to the group.

“These are… The X-Men. My old team.”

It’s only then that you turn away from the group, giving Peter a confused look. Quickly, he points out who’s who, and you can finally put names to faces.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” One of them, Charles, says. “But we should get going if we want to make it back to our own dimension. I’m sure you’re already aware we’re not from here.”

You frown at him, then your eyes widen, a flash of fear making its way onto your face as you look at Peter. There’s a moment where you’re sure he would leave with them.

And yet, he looks at you with a calm smile, and your fears dissolved instantly.

Without looking away from you, Peter spoke again. “Hey, Hank?”

Hank turned, the X-Men already on their way to the exit, and looked to Peter expectantly.

“Let me know if you ever figure out a way to hop between dimensions. I might consider visiting then.”

Hank grins, nodding before going back to the group.

You stand, still shocked while Peter speeds after them, wishing them a quick goodbye and hugging each of them before shutting the door behind them. The second the door shuts, he’s standing in front of you again, a gust of wind left in his wake.

“They seemed nice.” You say quietly, reaching forward and fiddling with his fingers absentmindedly.

He nods, looking at you with a soft smile. “Yeah, they’re alright I guess.”

Peter leans forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a grin.

“They don’t quite compare to my girl, though.”

#peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff imagine #quicksilver imagine #quicksilver x reader

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yourmumsweirdshit · 2 years ago

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In Love With Her? - Part 1

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“He said ten o'clock. He did say ten, right?” Kory asks as she paces back and forth. “He said ten.” Connor confirms as he watches Kory pace around. “He'll get here. Eventually. He always does.” Rachel speaks up from beside me. “Hey, did someone order a bus?” Gar asks as we stare at the RV in the distance honking as it approaches us. Looking the front windows I notice Dick and Donna take their seatbelt off before disappearing. I walk over to the door and as Dick opens it hops out, I look behind him and offer a hand to Donna and she whispers a thank you to me before Rachel speaks up again. “Hey, Dick, uh, what is that?” She asks unamused. “That's an RV.” He says looking back and pointing at it. “I figured it'd be way more fun than taking Bruce's Jet.” Dick says as he pats the vehicle behind him. “Why would that be a more fun?” Kory sighs almost whining as she looks for anyone to agree. “Road trip!” Gar yells before running past us and onto the RV leaving us to put his bags in.

“Right, 'cause who would want to fly in the Bat jet?” Rachel asks as goes to take her bags and grab them before her. “Don’t worry, I got them.” I say winking at her as she shakes her head and thanks me before following after Gar. “Alright. Destination San Francisco. Forty-four hours.” Dick says to Kory and I. “Forty-four hours?” Kory whines once more. “Yeah, I know.” Dick says laughing as he closes the storage compartment of the RV. “Okay, fine. But I get to DJ.” She says making me perk up. “You have terrible music taste.” I say laughing as I watch her jaw drop. “I do not!” She yells back at me as I get into the RV and see Rachel, she calls me over and pats the seat next to her on the couch before moving over a bit to give me some more room. “Thanks again for the bags.” She says as I sit down and turning away from Gar and Tim as they continue to talk to each other infront of us. “It’s not problem, I’m pretty strong anyways.” I say flexing my arms in-front of her which makes her cringe and slap my arms away with a laugh.

As it gets closer to night Dick calls out to us. “Do you guys wanna sleep in a motel or do you guys want to sleep in here?” He asks making me shake my head. “If there’s enough room for all of us there’s no point in the motel.” I say back which causes him to stop the RV in a parking lot and walk back to where the rest of us are seated and talking. “Well the couch is a pull out but not enough for 2, there’s a single above that, 2 others on the opposite side and one queen in the back. Don’t worry about Connor because he said he wants to sleep on the roof of the RV. So it’s up to you guys, 2 people will have to take the queen together.” He says as he looks at each of us. “Y/N and I will take it.” Rachel says making my eyes widen. “We will?” I question as I turn my head towards her but she stares at Dick and answers confidently. “We will.” She confirms as Dick nods to the two of us. “Great, we’ll stay here for the night and go grocery shopping in the morning.“ He says as I watch him clap his hands together before going to his bag.

Suddenly Rachel grabs my hand and stands up making me get pulled up with her before she drags me to the back of the RV and opening the door to which it reveals the queen bed. She pulls me in and shuts the door behind me, I look around, it looks like a bedroom, with its own ensuite and walk in wardrobe. The room closed off from the rest of RV giving the two of us privacy. “Holy shit this is nice.” I say as I take a seat on the bed. Rachel taking a seat beside me as she nods. I sprawl out on the bed, the mattress extremely soft and the silk covers have me wrapping myself in the blanket. Rachel laughs at me as gets off the bed and pulls out her phone. “Smile!” She says unable to contain her laughter as she takes the photo. I watch as she smiles at the phone before turning it off and putting it into her back pocket before she grabs her things and walks to door of the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a minute.” She says before shutting the door after her.

I get out of the bathroom and see Rachel laying down on the bed smiling at me as she looks up from her phone and lifts the blanket giving me access to get into the bed quicker. I slide in bed beside her and thank her before pulling the blanket over me. I watch and she leans over me to put her phone on the bedside table before snuggling herself even more into the blanket as she stares at me. “Comfy?” I ask as she smiles up at me. “Very.” She replies as I turnover and put my phone in charge. “Excited to go back?” I ask as I turn back to face her. “I can not wait to get back to my bed.” She says making me raise an eyebrow. “First you’re telling me you don’t like being in the same bed with me? Secondly you’re telling me your bed is comfier than this?” I ask making her making her let out a laugh. “First off you can sleep in my bed at the tower and secondly I’d prefer to be back in the security locked tower instead of a car in the middle of nowhere.” She says making me scoff. “Do you forget you have powers?” I ask making her roll her eyes. “I like the extra protection okay?” She says making me laugh. We continue to talk for a while until deciding we should go to bed at like 3am.

I wake up to Rachel tapping my shoulder gently before whispering to me. “Y/N. Y/N. Wake up. We’re gonna have breakfast.” She says as I slowly open my eyes. “Yeah I just need to think.” I mumble to her. “About what?” She asks as I turn over and close my eyes. “Wait, no Y/N.” She says as she tried to grab my shoulder as I roll. “Y/N wake up.” She says turning me back to her. “I am, see.” I mumble as I slightly open my eyes to look at her. “Cmon, get up.” She says as she pulls my shoulders to sit me up on the bed. I close my eyes as she holds me up. She lets go of me for a second and then I fall onto my back which makes her whine. “Come on Y/N. Please.” She begs as I feel the bed sink beside me. “Pretty please.” She begs as I open my eyes to her leaning on her elbows as she stares at me, her eyes pleading with me to listen to her. “Why do I need to get up so early?” I ask as rubbing my eyes. “Because I don’t wanna hang out with the boys and because your breakfast is going to get cold if you don’t get up.” She says making me sigh before I groan which makes her smile and let out a cheer as I slowly drag myself up and off the bed. “You go eat, don’t wait up for me.” I say to her before closing the bathroom door and begin to play music on my phone as I brush my teeth.

I walk out of bathroom and with my music still playing and I notice on the bed. “How was it?” I ask as I pause the music and walk towards the door. “I haven’t eaten.” She says as she gets up and off the bed. “Why?” I ask as I hold the door open for her. “Waiting for you.” She says as she walks through. “Wait, what? Why’d you wait? I told you not to.” I say sighing as we walk past the boys talking. They all greet us good morning as we walk to a table with 2 plates of pancakes. “Ooo pancakes.” I say as I take a seat, Rachel doin the same from the opposite side the table. “Good morning Y/N.” Dick says looking at me through the rear mirror, Kory saying the same thing as she turns around on her seat and waves at us. “Morning.” I say back putting a fork into the stack of pancakes and taking a bite. I look up at Rachel who’s staring back at me a smile tugging at her lips making me tilt my head. “Do I have something on my face?” I ask as I put a hand on my face trying to feel if I got any food on my face. “No, no. You’re good.” She says smiling at me before taking another pancake.

“Hey Dick!” Rachel calls out to him making me look in his direction. “Yeah?” He asks keeping his eyes on the road. “How long until we arrive at the tower?” She asks from beside me as we watch the boys play monopoly. “We’ll arrive tomorrow night.” He says making my eyes widen. “Tomorrow night?” I repeat after him as he nods. “Yeah, we’re gonna have some fun today.” He says as turns into a parking lot that has a massive sign of a bowling pin. Rachel scoffs from beside me turns to me. “I should warn you that I’m pretty amazing at bowling so don’t be surprised if you lose.” She says smirking at me and standing up as Dick parks the RV. “Wow, okay. I see how it is.” I say scoffing before following after her.

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fuwushiguro · 3 years ago

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Get Your Passport, 'Cause We Runnin' Off

part nine | masterlist | part eleven

Yuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. It's so weird writing chapters without Yuji being involved. Warnings: 18+, PG chapter tbh, daddy kink mention??, attempted/thwarted bullying.Words: 3.9k

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride tomorrow?” Gojo queries as he helps fill your fridge and cupboards with food he picked up for you. It was his way of an apology without actually saying the pivotal words. He told Yuuji he’d look out for you, and he will keep his promise. A few groceries are bound to make him look good in both your eyes and the eyes of your boyfriends.

“Yeah I’m sure. Toji is picking me up from here and then there’s a coach to take us out of town for our field trip.” you inform him.

He offered a smirk and silenced himself as he continued to empty the shopping bags. It was a devious look, and you knew he had something to say. Whether you wanted to know the answer, you weren’t sure. But there was just something so damn irritating about Satoru Gojo that made you think you would die if you didn’t pry whatever it was out of him.

You wish you never asked.

“What are you implying, Gojo?” you speak, an accusatory tone bleaching your words.

“Do you… like Megumi?” he inquires.

You can’t help but scoff at that. He couldn’t have found a more inappropriate tree to bark up. Like Megumi? You can barely even stomach looking at him. He’s evil incarnate and quite frankly, you hate him. You’ve tried being nice to him. You’ve tried being cordial. There isn’t much you haven’t tried to make your life easier when it comes to Megumi, nothing works. So liking him is completely out of the question.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” you laugh, helping him with the last of the shopping so that you can shoo him out quicker.

He watches you frantically pick everything up and put it away. He can tell what you’re doing. Did he touch a nerve?

“Alright, alright. No need to get defensive.” he snickers, pulling a lollipop out of his jacket pocket to suckle on as he heads towards the exit.

“I’m not being defensive. You’re being annoying.”

“Yeah? Well why is it that you’d rather take a ride with Papaguro over me. Is it him you like?” he pushes. It’s like he’s trying to make you snap.

“Do you call Yuuji daddy when you fuck? Giving off major kink vibes right now, sweetheart.”

“Get out.” you demand.

“Huh? Wait I was just—”

“Do you know what Toji did to his own kid? Abandoning him after his mother died?” he questions.

“Yeah. I do.”

“And you trust that guy and not me? Tch.” he sits behind the wheel and starts up his car. “Thought you were smarter than that, babe. I’ll see you around.”

He sat in the back, much to your surprise, giving him the freedom to manspread across the backseat. Toji couldn’t coax many words out of you, your nerves were shot to bits. Of course you said good morning and told him that you were doing okay, but that was as much as he could get.

“Be nice to her today, shit head.” Toji announces. He laughs when he feels Megumi kick the back of his seat in protest. You shake it off, everything. His voice, Megumi’s defiance. It all crumbles away as you look out of the window and pretend you’re a cloud.

“I’m serious Megumi. No funny shit today, best behaviour.”

“Little bastard. I know you’re stupid, but I’m wonderin’ now if you’re fuckin’ deaf too. Because I’m sure I’ve told you to quit picking on her.” Toji scolds.

“I’ve done worse. Snitch.” he mutters under his breath.

What a pair of brats.

He let you both out of the car and stopped you both from going anywhere before he said what he needed to say.

“I’ll be fine, Toji. Enjoy your day.”

“Yeah, you too.” he smiles, “Have a safe trip, kiddo.”

You feel yourself smiling and blood rushing to your face at the new nickname he’s bestowed upon you. It wouldn’t have made you as giddy if not for your meaningless conversation with Gojo. Kiddo, huh? How embarrassing. Maybe he was right about you having a daddy kink, after all.

You’ll have to let Yuuji know when you speak to him.

The coach is full of students and teachers, and most of the best seats are taken. Though, you do manage to find two unoccupied seats together, you manage to snag them before anyone else does. Megumi is a few rows ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus; you catch him looking over his shoulders a few times to look at you. A furious deathly glare in his eyes, clearly still bitter over you ratting him out to Toji this morning. He’s sitting alone, too, like he often does. It surprises you that the mean girls of your class aren’t fawning over him.

And almost as if you summoned them, you feel a tug on your hair from behind. The redhead. The blonde traps you in by the window as she takes a seat beside you. Your heart is racing. You’re sick of this. Sick of them. Sick of everything. And having these two harass you the entire way was going to make this an even longer journey than it already is.

“Maybe we could ditch the group and have some cocktails.” the redhead jokes from behind you. “We had a great time last time we all got drunk together, right?” she snickered, earning a laugh from her friend in the process.

You hadn’t noticed why they became stiff and sitting politely in an instant. The window and your imagination was your only hope of escape, similarly to how it had been in Toji’s car. You can’t help but gasp when you feel fingers digging into the fat of your underarm. Gripping harshly enough to make you yelp.

“Get off me!” you shout.

You assumed it was one of the girls trying to hurt you. But you were wrong. Very wrong. It was Megumi. Was he trying to rescue you? He tilted his head in the direction of the seats he was sitting at, telling you that he wanted you to come with him. Noting that Megumi often chose words over actions, you decided he was the lesser of two evils and decided to go with him. You picked up his backpack that he used to save your seat and got yourself comfortable beside the window.

“We’re doing it for you, babe! We know you hate her, and—”

“I’m not gonna fuck either of you, y’know? Pair of ugly whores, I was using both of you. And I didn’t fucking ask you to do anything for me after the club. Leave me and leave her alone.”

They both look at you with disdain and contempt. You can’t help but laugh, quickly covering your mouth and looking out of the window to disguise it. Their expressions were too hysterical to not laugh at. They were acting as if you casted some witchcraft over Megumi to make him turn on them. If they had any common sense, they’d realise he is just a dickhead who uses people to get what he wants. His thigh rests against yours when he sits back down. It’s nice, for some reason, feeling caged in by someone as threatening as Megumi. He’s caged you in before in a way that sent fear directly to your heart and made it race a marathon in your chest. He did it to intimidate you. But this… is different. It’s protective.

His head rests back against the tall back of the coach seats as he listens to his music. His head lolls to the side, and for whatever reason he decides to open his eyes. And, of course, he’s greeted to the sight of the girls jaws on the floors. His eyes roll and he proceeds to flip them off, clearly done with entertaining their bullshit for a second longer.

“Why did you do that, Megumi?” you ask, genuinely curious as to why he decided to save you from them.

“Shut up. Listenin’ to my music.” he hisses back.

You shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s best not to push him. You reach down to pick up your sturdy tote bag and pull out a colour by numbers book and a pack of felt tip pens. You hear him scoff when you pull down the tray on the back of the seat in front of you so that you can start to colour in. It goes over your head, though, instead of making a biting remark you simply flip him off with a smile. Giving him a taste of his own medicine like he did to the girls. You hear him clear his throat and turn his body away from you. His eyes flutter closed, and you can only assume he’s trying to nap. It’s fair enough, you think, the coach trip is three hours long. Maybe he didn’t get much sleep last night.

He grunts as he turns back to face you, clearly too uncomfortable to get some shut eye. Though he seems a little disoriented. Did he realise he fell asleep? He’d been lightly snoring for ten minutes. He looks down at your colouring book, grunting in disapproval as you continue doing your best to remain within the black lines.

“God I fucking hate you.” he mutters.

“Excuse me? You’re the one who dragged me over here!” you snap back.

“I like purple. It’s cute!”

“Give me a page, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a page.”

“You want me to rip out a page of my brand new—”

“I’m bored! Give me one to colour in properly.” he demands.

“Hey!” you object, but it’s too late.

“Shut up. You’d only ruin it anyway. You know lions aren’t green, right?”

“Heard of sharing?” he responds.

“You’re meant to ask if you can share.” you inform him. “You are the worst art student I’ve ever met. Don’t you have anything of your own?”

“Just shut up and colour your stupid purple dolphin, princess. Be a good girl and share your pens.” he teases as he begins to fill in the lions fur in a golden yellow.

You cannot stand how easily he can get into your head. Because now you are second guessing yourself and your decision. Maybe a purple dolphin wasn’t the brightest idea. But you do like purple! It takes more than a moment to calm the storm in your mind as you battle against his words and your feelings. There are tons of artists who used colour ‘incorrectly’. Henri Matisse’s Femme au Chapeau springs to mind in a vividly clear image. You decide that you won’t stop there. Every single colour you are about to choose will be ‘wrong’. Why not make the sea pink and the trees blue? Maybe the sand will be red and the sky yellow? It’s your God damn colouring book that you paid for with your own money. If you want to make it abstract, that’s your business.

Colouring alone passes an entire hour. Megumi can’t believe his eyes when you show him your finished page. You have a prideful look on your face. As if to say, ‘how do you like them apples?’ And he nods. Is that… approval?

“I actually don’t hate it.” he tells you.

“Thanks. I think?”

“Give me another one, I wanna make it like yours.” he demands.

“A please wouldn’t hurt once in a while.”

“So, you still haven’t told me why you saved me from those girls.” you remind him, prodding for information as to why he decided to be your knight in shining armour.

“So?”

“Why did you rescue me?” you bluntly ask.

“Why did you rat me out to my dad this morning?” he questions back. It steals your breath for a moment, you have no idea what to say. Why did you do it? You’re just mad at the world, you suppose. He hadn’t actually done anything particularly awful. Nothing to scare you or force a lump in your throat, so you had no reason to tell Toji. But you did. You’re suffering without Yuuji. Why should you be the only miserable one? “Why did you call me ‘Gumi?” he torments with a sinister smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry about this morning. And, thank you for saving me. It’s been tough since Yuuji left, and—”

“Feelings mutual, trust me.”

“I used to have a backbone until you started bullying me and destroyed my confidence.” you whined at him, earning a chuckle.

“Shut up.”

“If my dad likes you there must be something off about you. He’s shady. Dangerous.” Megumi tells you. You shake your head, dismissing him.

“Teddy bear? Ugh. You’re not fucking him, are you? My dad?” he fake gags as he thinks about it a little longer than he intended.

“Fuck sake, those two. Ignore him, they’ll both do anything to one up each other.” Megumi huffs, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his statement.

“So you go way back with Gojo too, like Yuuji? How do you know him?”

It’s such a small world. How have you found yourself falling into this tight knit circle of family and friends who all seem to know each other? It’s crazy, you think, that they are all so close and yet so far. Megumi and Toji are father and son but they are practically worlds apart in terms of closeness. Yuuji hates Megumi like he thought he never could. The Fushiguro’s are both related to your ex Naoya. And Toji, Yuuji and Megumi all have a connection to Gojo. Megumi mentioned that Toji is shady and dangerous, but you don’t get that vibe from him at all. Gojo on the other hand has an incredibly seedy aura about him. He’s sweet to you, sure, but why? Just because Yuuji told him to be? Is anyone really that nice? It’s like he’s going above and beyond to make both you and Yuuji happy. You can’t tell how Megumi feels about the white haired menace, but you know that Toji loathes him.

Why?

What the fuck is going on with the men in your life?

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southernbluebellereader · 2 years ago

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absolutely obsessed with southern cook reader!!!! i know it’s definitely just a regional thing where i’m at but livermush is such a staple in my breakfast foods. it’s basically spiced pig liver (sounds gross but it’s so good) and i KNOW the 141 men would taunt relentlessly until they tasted it

No, I got you, baby!! I've seen my fair share of foods that are a little cray cray LOL I haven't tried liver mush yet but I'd definitely try it when I get a chance! I'm originally from Sweden and we eat a lot of blood pudding and liver pâté over there - it's so hard to find that down here in Georgia lol. And I definitely agree 110% that our big men would love it, especially Soap. Thank you for your request! Love you!! XOXO

Request: Our COD 141 Boys reacting to Livermush - in a good way (a pork food product prepared using pig liver, parts of pig heads, cornmeal and spices) - see below line for request

141 Members In Question: Gaz, Price, Soap, and Ghost

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"Aight, eat up, y'all!" Y/N pushed a few plates of food across the counter connecting the kitchen and the rest of the canteen, "Y'all need your energy."

Gaz looked at Price with slight confusion, then looked back down at the plates.

"Um, Y/N? Where's the bacon..." Gaz looked up at Y/N as she prepared the last plate of liver mush, pairing it sides of eggs and a bowl of grits. Y/N slightly raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, "Because y'all ate all of it. And I haven't had a chance to grocery shop yet because none of youse wants to take me."

She chuckled at them as Gaz and Price each reluctantly took their plates and examined the food on their plate. "Y'all c'mon, you ain't never seen liver mush? It's basically bacon - except better."

"Y/N, I don't know what you just said but I hope I don't get a heart attack after this," Gaz was very much confused about what was on his plate beside his eggs.

"You know what? It doesn't hurt to try, yeah?" Price tried to stay positive but was most likely equally confused as Gaz. They both sat down at the table closest to the kitchen and began to slowly pick at their food, trying small bites.

By the time they started to enjoy their food - much to their surprise - Soap was already walking up to the counter with a pep in his step, Ghost following behind him with hands in his pocket.

"Ah Y/N! The light of me life! You bring so m-" Soap stopped in his tracks and looked down at the food on the counter. Ghost had finally caught up to him and did the same. Both essentially repeating the same actions Gaz and Price did, except Ghost just grunted.

Y/N shook her head and walked out of the kitchen as Soap and Ghost sad beside Gaz and Price, who'd nearly engulfed their food by the time their comrades sat down. Soap began eating and his eyes became wide and looked back up to Y/N.

She walked over to them and wiped her hands with her apron, "So? What'd y'all think?" Soap was nearly spitting out his food as he was trying to talk "Y/N- I don know what ye put in this but-"

"Soap, please hush! Your food ain't going nowhere!" Y/N waved her hand in an attempt to get him to finish his food before speaking again. He swallowed hard and banged his chest with a fist in an attempt to make the food go down, earning a loud chuckle from Y/N, "You alright, Soap?"

"Whatever this is, I want more, please." Soap held up his plate as if he was a child. Gaz and Price chimed in and Ghost simply pushed his plate towards Y/N. She placed her hands on her hips, and headed back into the kitchen, "Aight, come on up, chickadees. Don't eat so fast next time.

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mrs-johansson · 2 years ago

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 5:

"Halo?" His deep voice spoke from the other side of the line. "You think I walk around with paint brushes all over my skin, Evans? Ah, you're so dramatic," I sighed as I watched the city in the night lights from the car. "You can't deny that you do have those most times," he said with a light chuckle. "You only saw those because I was at home, I don't go out like that," I said and he laughed louder at this point. "You called me because of that?" "Oh sorry for calling then..." "I'm joking, what's up?" He asked. " I just had dinner with Scarlett actually, thought I'd tell you," I said, fidgeting with my fingers. "Really?" Oh, how surprised he was. Hehe. "Yeah, it was nice. She's great." I said with a smile that I tried to fight back so hard. "I'm glad you guys finally met." "I invited her to the New Year's thing if that's okay..." "Why wouldn't it be? It's your party anyways. But I'm happy you're making new friends." "Me too, Chris."

***

It was just two days from a whole new year. I'm excited about next year, since I have so many new projects on the way and I will start filming again soon.

But the one I'm looking forward to the most is the dinner. I'm very happy that I can spend time with my friends finally, it's been quite a while since we all just had fun together.

Chris and Scott are coming today, and they'll be here for about 3-4 days. We're gonna go shopping tomorrow and we'll set up everything on the 31st. It's gonna be fun, but I'm nervous, I've never done something like this.

***

"Scott, you sure you're not coming?" I looked at him as he was laying on the couch. "Nah, you guys go ahead, I need time to prepare myself for the amount of alcohol I will drink in the next couple of days." He said sassily and I just chuckled. "Alright, do you want anything though?" "No, thanks." "Call me if you do." And we left the house. Chris got into the driver's seat and we made our way to the grocery store.

"Are you excited? You were never really a party person," Chris asked, not taking his eyes off of the road. "It's not that kind of party though, but I am. And I'm happy to see everyone in one place," I smiled, looking down at my hands, fidgeting with the rings on my fingers. "So you're cooking?" "Obviously, it's a dinner party. I planned the whole meal, 5 courses and it's gonna be perfect." "How many people are on the final list?" "Uhm... 10 with me, but I didn't count Julia, do you have any idea if Scarlett brings Rose or not? Just cause I need to get more things," I looked at him and he shrugged. "I'll ask when we get there."

After a 10 more minute drive we finally reached the store and quickly got a cart before going in. "I made you a list, in case I lose mine," I gave him a piece of paper. His eyes ran over the things that I scribbled down before he nodded. "I'll call Scarlett now," he said, grabbing his phone from his pocket. "Mhm."

I already stopped at the first aisle when Chris started speaking. "Hey, how are you? I heard you’re coming to Y/N's for New Year's," he said, and he leaned on the cart, while I put a bag of potatoes in there. "Yeah, we're going too. Is Rose coming? I haven't seen her in so long," he said and I just chuckled. "Oh that's great," he looked at me and nodded and I gave him a thumbs up. "Can you ask if they're allergic to something?" I asked lowly. "Are you guys allergic to anything?" He spoke into the phone. "Scarlett doesn't eat dairy," Chris said. "Thanks."

They talked for a bit more and then soon he hung up and we finished shopping. The cart was literally full. I bought so many things, food, decorations, and kid's stuff. "It's like you're getting ready to have an apocalypse or something," Chris chuckled while we were filling the trunk with the bags. "I'm cooking a lot, let me be Evans."

***

"Alright, I have everything. Do you guys need anything before I jump into this madness?" I looked at the two men sitting at the counter. "Do you need help?" Scott asked. "I may need that later, but for now... I need to get my mind into this." They laughed and I just glared at them.

"So... what about Léa? Have you guys talked since Christmas?" I asked subtly while cutting up some vegetables. "Yeah." That's all Chris said. "Aaand?" Scott dragged the a. "We're going to the trip you guys set up." "Oh thank god, I thought it was all for nothing." Scott let out a big sigh and I just had a shit eating grin on my face. "That's great. I'm happy that our plan worked Scotty," I said, turning around, holding my hand up for a high five for him which he gladly accepted. "That's that baby doll."

***

I've already had two courses done and I also wanted to leave a couple of things for tomorrow, so I was just finishing up the soup. I took a cute picture of the dish and posted it on my story just because it looked so good.

Music was playing in the background but from the living room, I could hear some sports playing on the TV, which I'm sure Scott wasn't very happy about. They always argued about the channels.

I also made something quick for dinner since I wasn't planning on giving them the party food. I finished around 7 pm with everything I wanted to do today, and I called for Chris and Scott so we could have dinner, but they refused to get up from the couch so we had dinner in the living room just watching some football, which was pretty boring.

I had my SpongeBob socks on, my favorite hoodie, and some sweatpants. Wrapped a blanket around me, letting the warmth of the plate heat up my hands. It wasn't that cold, Chris was in a short-sleeve shirt and he wasn't complaining about the heat. I've always been a person who's cold like all the time. But the fuzzy clothes just made me feel so comfortable. "I've never understood this game," I murmured as I watched all these men throw that weirdly shaped ball around. "It's not that complicated," Chris said with his mouth full of food. "Well, that was attractive," I said with an impressed look. Scott just chuckled, while Chris almost choked on his bite. "That wasn't funny," he said after swallowing the rest. "I think it was pretty good."

After I finished my dish I watched the game for a bit more then I decided to go take a shower and then go to bed since tomorrow's gonna be a crazy one. I said good night to the boys and with that, I went upstairs and got ready for bed, and in no time I fell asleep.

***

The next morning I woke up, made breakfast, and started decorating right away. I set up a bunch of candles all around the house, with lights and some silver decors.

"This is way too early for you to stand on a ladder," heard Chris' voice from the doorway. "It's never too early to do anything," I got down from the ladder, and picked up the empty box. "Want me to make breakfast?" He asked but I just smiled and walked past him. "It's in the microwave."

***

"Alright, guests will arrive around 6-7, so be ready until then. I have everything else set so we just need to get dressed. Wear something nice," I said as Scott and Chris were standing in the kitchen.

We sat up the table nicely and the food was done too. "You really outdid yourself Y/N, it looks amazing," Chris said while looking at the decorations. "Thank you. I couldn't let them down now, could I?" I sighed. "Anyways, I'm gonna go get ready. You should too." Rushed up the stairs to my room.

I chose a white lace corset, some leather pants, and a jacket. I put on some simple black heels and some jewelry before letting my hair down from the loose bun I had on. One last check in the mirror and I walked downstairs.

#gxg #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson imagines #chris evans

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years ago

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 58)

Summary: Meeting up with an ally, Steve works to break you out of prison, he just hopes its in time

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Angst! bit of fluff! Descriptions of Injury! Mention of Suicidal like thoughts!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 58: Prison Break

Steve kept his head down glancing around as he picked up some groceries. As he walked to the cashier he pulled down the cap he wore.

The lady smiled at him warmly and he gave a small smile back as she rung up the shopping.

“Danke schön” Steve thanked as she passed him his bag.

Stepping out of the small shop he started the long walk back to the cabin he was staying in.

When he left Wakanda just under 2 weeks ago T’Challa had given him some money and Steve had settled in the village of Stoos. The place you said you’d hide away from world in.

His cabin was on the edge of the village. Close enough that he couldn’t be considered an outsider and raise suspicion but far enough away for privacy.

As he approached he glanced up to spot someone standing outside his cabin. He slowed down slightly as he tried to work out who it was. He watched as the person turned around lowering their hood when they saw him. Short platinum blonde hair is revealed. Steve furrowed his brows as he began to recognise who it was.

“Hey” Nat greets as Steve walked over to her.

“Been waiting long?” He asked as he began unlocking the door.

“Not too long” Nat shrugs as he opened the door.

“Well let’s get in from the cold” Steve said gesturing for her to step inside.

He followed her in, shutting the door behind him before turning back to Nat and hugging her.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Been better, you?” Nat sighs nodding her head.

“Been better, Ross been after you?” Steve asks as they walk into the kitchen.

“Pretty nonstop, but he never got really close,” Nat says leaning against the counter.

“Well, thanks for keeping him off my back,” Steve says smirking slightly as he put the groceries away.

“How did you know I was here?” He asks turning to face her.

“I remembered Y/N telling me about this place, thought you’d come him, sentimental bastard,” Nat says muttering the last bit under her breath.

“Heard that,” Steve says chuckling slightly.

“So I’m guessing things didn’t go exactly to plan in Siberia?” Nat asks him making him sigh and drop his head.

“No, the only reason the doctor wanted us there was to show Tony the footage of Bucky killing Howard and Maria” Steve sighs.

“And Tony didn’t take that news well” Nat sighed.

“Very, very badly, I hated it, I just wish I’d told him already” Steve admits shaking his head.

“Hey don’t beat yourself up over it, both me, you and Y/N were there when Zola told us it wasn’t an accident, and none of us told him and even if we did he probably would have hunted him down still,” Nat tells him.

“He’d have time to cool off though” Steve points out.

“True but we’ll never know, it’s in the past, just gotta move on and try and fix this mess,” Nat says.

“Speaking of which how are we breaking everyone out of prison?” Nat asks crossing her arms.

“I don’t know, I’ve been trying to plan something but I can’t work it out, not something that won’t just land me in there too” Steve sighs in annoyance.

It had kept him up at night trying to work out a way, but he found nothing. There was a reason it was the most secure prison on the planet.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m here because I have this” Nat says holding up a key card.

“How did you get that?” Steve asks shocked.

“Got a bit too close for comfort with Ross in Hungary, but I was able to swipe it” Nat shrugs as she passes it to Steve.

He flips it around in his hands looking down at it.

“So we can get them out, now we just need to get in, find them,” Steve says as he passes back the key card.

“I have an old quinnjet we can use to escape in, had any thoughts about getting in?” Nat asks pocketing the card.

“A couple, I thought about handing myself get in that way but-“ Steve explains.

“But they wouldn’t let you go in unrestrained” Nat finishes with a sigh.

“They’re not gonna come to the surface for an unexpected arrival either” Steve points out.

“So we need to sneak in when they’re expecting something,” nat says thinking out loud.

“Like when they get supplies, like food” Steve agrees.

“They’re not gonna be common,” Nat says.

“Let’s hope there’s one soon then” Steve sighs crossing his arms over his chest.

“Let’s get to work,” Nat says.

Over the next week, Steve and Nat worked around the clock formulating their plan. With the help of Nat’s contact, Rick Mason, they had the tech they needed to break in. They had schematics of the prison, as well as some gas to knock the guards out.

They also had identified the next food shipment into the raft. Which luckily was within the week. Before they went out though Steve had one last thing to do. Something he’d been putting off since leaving Siberia.

“What are you doing?” Nat asked as she walked into the kitchen.

“Writing a letter” Steve states.

“I can see that gramps but to who?” Nat asks sitting down at the table.

“Tony” Steve sighs as he signs the letter and slips it into the envelope.

“Is that a good idea?” Nat asks.

“I don’t know but what’s the worst that can happen? We have to go on the run?” Steve states raising a brow.

“Yeah that would be terrible” Nat deadpans with a small smirk.

“Exactly, now I’m gonna go post this, want anything from the shops?” Steve asks holding up the box that contained the letter and a burner phone.

“Surprise me” Nat smirks making him chuckle.

Steve was surprised at how easy it was to break into the raft. All it took was some spare uniforms from the supplier. Once inside Steve used the gas to knock out the guards before making his way down the halls to where his friends were being held.

The lights were off when he entered the room but he instantly spotted Sam in his cell pacing back and forth. As he turned back towards him Steve took a step out of the shadows. A smile grew on Sam’s face when he saw Steve.

“You took your time” Sam smirks as Steve unlocked the cells.

“I came as soon as I could I promise,” Steve says glancing around.

He saw Clint moving to Wanda helping her up, undoing her straight jacket. Steve then notices the collar around her neck and moves over to rip it off.

“You’re all safe now,” he says putting a hand on Wanda’s shoulder.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asks when he notices you weren’t with them.

“They took her fairly early on, they’ve been interrogating her constantly,” Clint tells him.

“She looked in a bad way when they last dragged her past” Sam sighs.

Steve’s jaw clenched in anger hearing all of this “where is she?” He asks.

“The floor below I think, we’re not sure,” Scott tells him.

“I’ll get her, your gear is on the floor above, Nat will be waiting with a quinnjet to escape in,” Steve tells them.

“Go get her,” Sam says patting Steve on the shoulder.

Steve nods before heading back out and in the direction you were in. Since he wasn’t expecting for you to be separated from the others he didn’t have any more gas to knock the guards out. Leaving him with brute force alone.

As he made his way down the corridors he threw guards into each other, knocking their heads together. Throwing them into the walls and knocking them out instantly. He worked methodically through the guards, knowing he must be getting close by the number of guards.

When he rounded the corner he spotted you in your cell. His heart stopped when he saw your lifeless form on the floor. He was only able to take a breath when he saw you take a shallow one.

As he got closer he saw how beaten you were. Your face is covered in bruises and cuts. One eye swollen shut, your lip split. He unlocked your cell bending down beside you.

“Y/N, doll it’s me, it’s okay I’m here to get you out,” he tells you gently cupping your cheek.

The only response he got was a weak groan. He removed the collar from around your neck knowing it would help you regain some energy, but when he did his blood ran cold when he spotted the burns on your neck. It was a shock collar.

“Nat I have Y/N, the rest are making their way to you now,” Steve says into the comms as he scooped you into his arms.

“On it” Nat responds as Steve carried you out of your cell.

Steve ran through the corridor kicking down anyone who got in his way. Finally, he got to the landing pad, the jet already waiting.

“Go!” Steve shouts once he was aboard, placing you down on the medical cot.

“Shit is she okay,” Clint asks moving to stand beside Steve.

“I dunno, I don’t even know what they’ve done to her,” Steve says as he quickly grabs the first aid kit.

He tried to set up and drip for you, but his hands were shaking too much. Leading Sam to step in and take over.

“Sit down Steve let us help,” Sam says taking the kit from Steve.

Steve just nods moving to sit beside you gently taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. Waiting as patiently as he could while Sam checked over your injuries.

“She’s gonna need to go to a hospital” Sam sighs glancing over at Steve.

“We can’t exactly rock up at a hospital considering we just broke out of prison” Clint points out.

“Yes we can,” Steve says glancing up at everyone.

“Steve I don’t-“ Sam starts.

“We have an ally, trust me,” Steve says glancing over at Nat who nods her head.

“Just give me the coordinates and we’ll head straight there” Nat agrees.

Steve nodded getting up and moving to the front of the jet. He inputted the coordinates that T’Challa had given him from before. Once the course was set, he wordlessly returned to your side.

He wanted nothing more than to hold you close but he didn’t know the extent of your injuries. The last thing he wanted was to harm you anymore. So he sat as close as he could hold onto your hand. His eyes fell to your face, and he almost couldn’t bring himself to look. This was the worst he’d ever seen you and it was all his fault.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry” he whispered, voice breaking slightly as kissed your knuckles.

“Steve-“ you croaked out weakly.

Your eyes open slightly as if you were fighting for to keep them open. You search around for him, eventually settling on his blurry figure.

“I’m here, it’s okay you’re safe now,” he tells you kissing your forehead.

Even in your weakened state, you could feel his tears falling onto your skin. Your own eyes fill with tears when you realise it was actually him, not another hallucination.

“Steve I-“ you cry out but Steve silences you.

“Shush, shush it’s okay, save your energy we’re gonna get you some proper help, everything is gonna be okay I swear” he promises you, squeezing your hand gently.

You could only nod your head holding onto his hand tightly, scared to let go. You could feel yourself falling back under but you desperately fought it trying to keep your eyes on his.

“Get some rest doll, I promise I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving your side ever again,” he tells you.

You nod your head allowing yourself to finally rest for the first time in weeks.

When they landed in Wakanda the Dora Milaje instantly met them as the jet landed. Steve carefully picked you up and carried you off the jet walking straight towards the guards.

“Okoye, Y/N needs a doctor and quickly,” Steve tells her.

“Of course captain, what about your friends?” She asks nodding to the rest.

“We’re fine just need to rest,” Sam tells her.

She nods her head and shouts orders to the rest of the Dora Milaje “come with me captain” she tells him.

Okoye leads Steve inside towards the medical labs. As they walked down the corridor they passed T’Challa and Shuri.

“Captain I wasn’t expecting you so soon,” T’Challa says following Steve into the medical lab.

“Yeah sorry for not calling ahead but it was urgent,” Steve says as he sets you down.

“Of course, you’ve brought her to the best place,” Shuri says as she scans your body.

“There’s internal damage that’s going to need surgery to correct it” Shuri reports as she looks over the scans.

Steve nods nervously leaning down to kiss your forehead nervously. More doctors enter the room and begin to prep you for surgery. Steve kept hold of your hand as long as he could until your bed was wheeled out of the room, your hand pulled from his.

“Don’t worry Captain your wife is in the best hands,” T’Challa says putting a hand on his shoulder.

“She’s a fighter, I just wish I had gotten there sooner” Steve sighs shaking his head.

“We can’t change the past, you got her and the rest of your friends out, that’s the important thing,” T’Challa tells him.

“Yeah, thank you for all your help, I really appreciate it” Steve thanked him.

“Happy to help, get some rest Captain” T’Challa smiles before heading out of the room.

Steve sighs moving to sit down in the chair in the corner of the room. Taking a deep breath he leant back, his head resting on the wall. Settling in for the long wait until he could see you again.

You slowly woke to the dull ache over your entire body. It wasn’t as bad as it had been the past weeks. So much so you could almost fall back asleep. Continue the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in weeks.

As you came around some more you could feel something warm against your hand. It held your hand tightly, before lifting it and kissing it.

The sensation made you wake with a start panicking that the guard was in your cell as you slept. Your panic only grew as your eyes darted around the unfamiliar room.

“Hey, hey it's okay” you heard someone say, their hands moving to your shoulders.

“No, get away” you mutter in a blind panic.

“Doll it’s okay it’s me, you’re safe now” you hear.

Your eyes follow the sound of the voice eventually falling and focusing on its owner. Seeing Steve looking down at you worry filling his eyes.

“Steve” you whisper not really believing he was here.

“Yeah it’s me, it’s okay, you’re safe now” Steve reassures you cupping your cheeks.

Your hands move to his wrist gripping them tightly scared he was gonna disappear.

“You’re here, you’re actually here” you stutter, “I-I thought it was a dream”

“I’m sorry, I should have gotten you out sooner,” Steve says pressing his forehead against yours tears collecting in his eyes.

You just shook your head as you cried in relief that he was here and the hell of the raft was gone.

“It’s okay,” you tell him looking up at him.

“No, they hurt you because of me if I ever see the person who did this I’ll kill them” Steve states his jaw clenching.

“No you won’t,” you say making him let out a small huff of laughter.

“No but I’ll want to” he reasoned with a small smile.

“And they didn’t hurt me because of you, they hurt me because I didn’t tell them anything, it's on me and if I had to…” you say before taking a deep and shaky breath “I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat”

“You won’t, I can promise you that, I’m not letting you leave my side again,” Steve says kissing your forehead.

“I love you” you smiled.

“I love you too” Steve smiles kissing you gently.

You take a deep breath looking around the room taking it in for the first time. When you looked out the window behind steve all you could see were lush forests.

“Where are we?” You ask looking back over at Steve.

“Wakanda, T’Challa has offered us shelter and help” Steve explains making you furrow your brows in confusion.

“But last I knew he wanted to kill Bucky,” you say shaking your head slightly.

“He followed us to Siberia and heard Zemo admit to the bombing, he wanted to help to make up it,” Steve tells you.

“What happened in Siberia, I know something must have gone wrong since we’re on the run but I don’t know what,” you ask him “is Bucky okay?”

“Bucky’s fine, T’Challa and his sister Shuri are helping get rid of what Hydra put in him, he’s gone back under in the meantime” Steve sighs looking down slightly.

“Oh, Stevie,” you say squeezing his hand “you’ve saved him, don’t forget that, he’s safe now because of you” you remind him.

“I know, it’s just-“ Steve sighed “Siberia was bad”

“I know Tony was there, he came to raft asking to know where you were so he could help,” you say, Steve, nodding his head.

“He did, but the doctor wasn’t there to wake the soldiers, he’d killed all of them before we even got there,” Steve told you making you look at him confused.

“He’d done all of the things he did, killed those people just to show Tony the footage of Bucky killing his parents” Steve sighed dropping his head.

“Shit” you mutter dropping your head back onto your pillow and looking up at the ceiling.

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have told him where you were, if I hadn’t he wouldn’t have been there,” you say shaking your head and tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

“Hey, hey no, don’t do that, it’s my fault I should have told him about Bucky straight away, as soon as Zola told us,” Steve says squeezing your hand and getting you to look at him.

“But-“ you say going to argue but Steve interrupts.

“But nothing, remember after Largos you told me we can’t change the past, we can only go forward,” Steve tells you with a small reassuring smile.

You nod your head giving him a small smile “what happens now?” You ask him.

Steve sighs gently shrugging his shoulders “I don’t know, all I know is that I won’t be letting you out of my sight again, no more stunts like what you did at the airport” steve says with a playful glare.

“I had to get the two of you out of there” you smirk making him chuckle.

“I know but next time you’re coming with me” Steve smiles.

Your conversation was interrupted by the door to your room opening and the doctor stepping inside.

“Glad to see you awake,” the doctor says as he walked.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as he looks over your charts.

“Sore, but I’m good,” you say smiling over at Steve squeezing his hand.

“I’m glad to hear it, were you seen to by a doctor during your time there?” The doctor asks but you shook your head.

“Wow, okay,” he remarks in surprise.

“What is wrong with me?” You ask him.

“Well you had a few broken ribs, some were already heeling but some left fragments behind which we needed to extract. There was some minor damage to your lungs, what concerned us the most were the injuries that were already healing” the doctor explains.

“What why? Are they not healing right?” Steve asks confused.

“No they’re healing perfectly well, but the number of injuries you sustained, mixed with your malnutrition, lack of sleep and other non-physical forms of torture should have killed you. We believe that if it wasn’t for your Asgardian blood you wouldn’t be here right now” the doctor explained.

Steve practically growled in anger hearing this. They hadn’t interrogated you, they’d tortured you. The fact that you’d even been able to bring yourself to smile was a testament to how strong you were.

“Steve I’m fine,” you tell him reassuringly.

“Yes, and we believe you should make a speedy recovery, we want to keep you in overnight and then a week of bed rest and you should be good, just take it slow” the doctor smiles.

“Well, I don’t think we have any missions planned” you smirk making Steve chuckle.

“Good well rest up and call if you need anything” the doctor smiles.

“Thank you,” Steve says.

Once the doctor was gone Steve turned back to you holding your hand in both of his. He held you tightly pressing his lips to your skin repeatedly.

“I missed you so, so much” he mutters shaking your head.

You swallow the lump growing in your throat. Guilt was washing over you, you’d missed Steve terribly during your time in the raft. But there were points where you wished you’d died, unable to take much more. Seeing Steve now you felt terrible that you were willing to put him through that.

“You okay?” Steve asks noticing how quiet you were.

“Yeah I’m perfect I’m with you,” you say unable to bring yourself to tell him the truth.

Steve smiles brushing some hair out of your face “hungry?” He asks.

“Yeah, I could eat” you smile nodding your head.

“Okay, I’ll go see what I can get you,” Steve says standing up and kissing you gently “I’ll be right back”

While Steve was gone you looked out of the window taking in the beautiful view. You didn’t realise how much you missed the outdoors during your time locked in the raft. Smiling slightly when you saw a flock of brightly coloured birds fly past.

“I brought some food,” Steve says as he steps back inside.

“And a friend” Nat smirks following him in.

“Nat, what are you doing here? And why are you blond?” You ask her confused.

“Kinda betrayed Tony and helped Steve and Bucky get away, and everyone knows me as a redhead” Nat shrugs “which reminds me you should grow a beard” she adds pointing to Steve, who frowned.

“So you’re on the run like us?” You ask as she perches on the edge of your bed.

“Yep, I was in Norway for a bit before I had to sort a couple of things,” Nat says clearing her throat slightly “then I found this one in Stoos and a week later we broke you guys out”

“You were hiding in Stoos?” You ask Steve with a small smile.

“Couldn’t think of anywhere better” he smiles passing you a bowl full of fruit.

You smile to yourself as you start tucking into the bowl of fruit. Grateful for the first tasty thing you’ve had in weeks.

“The rest of the team are fine, all resting up and freshened up,” Nat says looking over at Steve.

“Good I know T’Challa is working to try and get us a deal, so we don’t have to be on the run forever,” Steve says nodding his head.

“Ross probably won’t let that fly, but public interest may sway him” Nat shrugs her shoulders.

“Well see, whatever happens, we’ll work it out” Steve sighs,

As you listened to their conversation your mind went to the rest of the team, and the fight at the airport. Suddenly remembering how it all ended.

“Nat, do you know how Rhodey is?” You ask her.

“Rhodey?” Steve questions, brows furrowed.

“While you were escaping in the jet Tony and Rhodey tried to follow you, me and Sam tried to stop them but Vision tried to shoot us from the sky, but it hit Rhodey instead,” you say swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing “he fell, we all tried to save him, but he hit the ground, he’s alive but-“

You shook your head slightly before looking over at Nat hoping she could finish the story.

“He’s okay, last I heard Tony built him special leg braces, it’ll be a long road but he’ll be okay,” Nat tells you.

“I’m sorry I had no idea that happened,” Steve says putting his hand on your shoulder and squeezing.

“It's okay, I’m just glad he’s okay, for a moment god… I thought he was gone” you sigh shaking your head.

“C’mere” Steve sighs standing up and wrapping his arms around you.

You sigh into his embrace burying your face in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Focus on the feeling of his arms around you, hands rubbing your back soothingly.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” T’Challa says walking in.

“No not at all, thank you for everything” you thank him.

“It’s nothing, I want to do everything I can to make up for my wrongdoings,” T’Challa says.

“I’m assuming you’re not mad at me for shocking you then?” Nat asks looking over her shoulder at the king.

“Well you’re on the run because of me so I think we can call it even” T’Challa smiles.

“How are you feeling?” He asks looking at you.

“Tired and sore, but I’m good” you smile.

“That’s good to hear, I promise I won’t keep you long, I just wanted to inform the captain that a room has been made up for him but I have been informed by reliable sources that you two have the habit of sharing hospital beds,” T’Challa says, Natasha giving you both a knowing look.

“Therefore I’ve arranged got a bed extension to be brought in so you’re more comfortable tonight” T’Challa smiles.

“Thank you, that means a lot” Steve smiles reaching out to shake T’Challa’s hand.

“It’s nothing, rest up the kingdom of Wakanda is open for you as long as you wish” T’Challa smiles.

“I’ll let you guys rest, I bet cap hasn’t been sleeping well the past couple of weeks,” Nat says standing up.

“I’ll have the extension brought in now” T’Challa agrees heading out with Nat.

A short moment later a couple of nurses wheeled in the bed extension which was basically half the width of the hospital bed. Once it was attached your hospital bed became a small double ready for Steve to join you.

“Have you really not been sleeping well?” You ask as he kicks off his shoes and climbs in.

“No, well, I have been sleeping but not as well as I normally do” he shrugs as he carefully wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer.

“Nightmares?” You ask.

“A couple, but not really bad ones” he admits looking down at you.

“But don’t worry about me and get some rest” he smiles kissing the top of your head.

You nod your head snuggling up closer to him, wrapping your arm around his waist. You took a deep breath as you listened to his steady heartbeat. The constant reminder that he was here with you.

“you know I love you don’t you?” You say quietly.

“Of course I do, always will,” he says looking down at you.

“Good” you sigh closing your eyes.

“I love you too” Steve whispers kissing the top of your head.

You nod your head gently hoping now that you were back with Steve. The horrors of the raft were behind you, no longer able to affect you. Or at least you hoped so.

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In Need of a Breath

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4007

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo, Feelings, Another PTSD Flashback

A/N: So…Part 4 is going to have a couple parts to it. Maybe even three. I didn’t even make it half way through the episode on this one, mainly because I really wanted to fit in the Reader’s backstory and I wanted her and Sam to have a heart-to-heart again. I’m suuuuper tired, so I probably won’t be posting the next part for another few hours (it’s 5 am right now and I haven’t slept), BUT it’s my day off work and I won’t be doing anything I planned because my grandmother had a stroke a couple days ago so plans have changed and I’m staying in to help her, meaning I’ll mostly be writing all day.

This Part is kind of a mix between off-screen and shot-by-shots, but it’s mostly off screen/what’s going on inside Reader’s head.

I’m really excited about future parts and the characters that are being introduced! I will say that after these parts, I will be doing one shots of previous MCU movies with the Reader, due to the information that is being given about the Reader now. You kind of see more of how she was affected/how she affected the previous MCU movies and what she was doing during that time.

Like always, this hasn’t been beta’d, again it’s SUPER early in the morning, and I’m really tired, so please excuse any mistakes! I hope you guys enjoy this part! Stay tuned for more to come later today!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

“You know…I’m really starting to regret saying yes to this.” You huffed out, craning your neck and squinting your eyes against the sun as you stare at the facility in front of you, hating the skin-crawling feeling of being back.

“Would you relax? Whenever you’re nervous, I get nervous, and I don’t wanna be nervous about this.” Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Do either of you have a better plan?” Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms.

Gnawing on your lips, you finally take the lead and breathe out, “alright. Let’s go then.” You could feel the hesitance from your - what were they? Partners? Coworkers? Teammates? - the fellas before they started after you.

There was a sick twist in your gut as you entered the building, going through the lobby and security.

You had been there.

You had been there when Zemo impersonated Bucky. You had been there when Zemo unleashed the Winter Soldier at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Building in Berlin. You had been there during the battle at the airport. You had been there when Zemo turned Tony and Steve against each other in Siberia. You had been there when Zemo tore the Avengers from the inside out. Your family. The only family you’d ever known.

But you’d always been good about pushing your personal feelings aside for the sake of the mission. It’s what you’d been born to do. All you ever knew.

“Hey. Doll. You hear me?”

“Hmm. What?” You looked up from the ground to look into those enchanting blue oceans Bucky had for eyes, staring worriedly down at you, eyebrows pinched and forehead creased.

“I’m going in alone.” You frowned, opening your mouth to argue, but he shook his head. “Sam already agreed-”

“I didn’t necessarily agree-”

“You’re an Avenger, sweetheart.” Bucky tilted his head, speaking softly, those eyes of his worried. Worried for you. It made your stomach flip. “And you were there in Siberia, and that almost makes it worse. Especially considering you went after him. Just…just let me do this, okay?”

You cracked your knuckles nervously as you thought. It was a terrible idea. But it was an idea. And it was all they had. “Okay.” You finally relented, shrugging as your hands hit your thighs and slid up to your hips. “But don’t do anything stupid.”

“Steve took all that with him.”

Knowing about their little inside joke, you scoffed. “Sure he did. Go before I change my mind.”

You watched him walk down the hallway, hands fidgeting with excess nerves. “I think you’re the only one he actually seeks approval from.”

“Good thing I’m so lenient then, huh?” You joked, turning to Sam with a strained smile. Your smile slipped at the curious expression on Sam’s face, his eyes darting to each of your features. “What?”

“Are you doing okay?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. You thought you got out of talking about your feelings back in Baltimore. “Oh my God, Sam-”

“I’m serious. You…you just don’t seem like yourself.”

You shook your head, looking down the hall to where Bucky disappeared before turning back to him. It was weird to have a self that people recognized. Your whole life you’d been searching for it and when you finally found it…everything went to shit. “Honestly, Sammy, the only time I’ve ever felt like myself was with the team. Zemo took that away from me and now we’re here, practically begging him for help.”

Sam hummed, leaning against the wall. “Have you thought of taking a break?”

“What?”

“A break.” At your bewildered look, he rolled his eyes. “Cher, this time last year most of us were dead. This time a few months ago you found out about Wanda. This time last week you were out looking for her. Maybe you should just stop and take a breather.”

Shoving your hands in your pocket and looking at the floor, you couldn’t help but snort at his advice. “I haven’t taken a breather since I was eighteen.”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s my point. FBI academy as soon as you graduated. SHIELD recruit by 21, undercover operations leader by 24? Slow down. You’re in your thirties. Next thing you know, you’re gonna be ninety something, lying on your deathbed, wishing you had stopped to smell the roses.”

“If I live to be ninety, shoot me.” He chuckled in amusement. “I’m so fucking serious, Sam. I will not be put in an old folks home to play Bingo and be pushed around in a wheelchair. It ain’t happening.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” There was that infectious smile, which you unconsciously grinned back at. “Y/N…I’m serious. You’ve been in and out of missions since you were a teenager. What’s the shortest undercover operation you’ve done?”

“I dunno.”

He gave you an unimpressed look. “Yeah you do.”

Licking your lips, you turned away and shrugged. “A couple months. Seven weeks and three days, to be precise. September to October in 2012.”

“And the longest?”

“August 2007 to May 2009. Twenty one months.”

Letting out a puff of air through his nose, Sam pushed himself off the wall and caught your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. “That’s nearly two years under cover. And I’m sure you went right back under after-”

“I was sitting at a desk for four months doing paperwork on it.” You defended yourself.

He shook his head, brows knitting together, lips drawn down. “You say that as if four months is enough time.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sammy. I’m out. I’ve been out since Ultron and Sokovia. I haven’t been under in almost a decade-”

“A decade half the world was dead for half of-”

“I wasn’t!”

“I never said you were.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. You were always amazed at his ability to keep his emotions in check. To stay cool under pressure. Sometimes you forgot how experienced he was with dealing with other people’s trauma. It was no wonder why Steve thought he’d be good for Bucky. “Listen. All I’m saying is once this is done…don’t go diving back into searching for Wanda. Don’t go running to the kid every time he calls - and I know you’ve been doing that-”

“It’s just been homework and stuff-”

“Y/N.” You stopped, biting your lip at the stern look he gave you. “Go home. Order take out. Binge watch TV. Go for a jog through the park. Actually meet your neighbors. Go grocery shopping. Just…live. If only for a couple weeks. Don’t worry about anyone else. Don’t pick up the phone, don’t drop everything because someone needs you. You need you.”

“I-I…” You shook your head, looking at him, sincerely apologetic. “I can’t. I wish I could. But I can’t. I’ve never had one normal day in my life. I’ve never had someone to care for, never had someone to care for me. I can’t let people I’ve come to…I can’t let them think I don’t care. I don’t even know where I’d go.”

“Whaddya mean?”

You winced, not thrilled for his reaction to your next statement. “I, uh, I sold my apartment in D.C.”

He gaped at you in complete disbelief. “You got it in December!”

“I know, I know. I liked it. I really did, but…I dunno. Nomadic life has always suited me better. It’s what I grew up with.”

He took a breath, making you cringe again. You don’t think you’ve ever legitimately gotten on his nerves like this before. “Have you ever thought that, instead of going with the flow and jumping place to place, putting down roots might actually help?” He cut you off before you could say anything, holding up a finger to stop you from talking. “I can’t imagine going from foster home to foster home like you did. I can’t imagine not having a home for as long as you can remember. Louisiana’s my home. Always has, always will be. But I understand your life has been anything but stable. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why you need some stability.”

You clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. “The Avengers were my stability. Steve was my stability.”

“Because you loved him.”

“I’m not doing this with you again.” You turned to walk down to the lobby to wait for Bucky there, but Sam caught your arm.

“You were in love with him! It’s okay! You two were super close! No one would blame you! Why won’t you just admit it? I’m trying to understand! Why won’t you-”

You tugged your arm away, finally snapping at him. “Because he could never be mine, Wilson! Is that what you wanna hear?!” Sam took a step back at your exclamation. You closed your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat and pushing down the tears. “He could preach all he wanted about moving forwards, Sammy, but we all knew he was stuck in the past. He visited the museum every Thursday because her interview showed in his exhibit on Thursdays. He carried around that broken compass because her picture was in it.” You looked back up at him sadly, shrugging. “And I get it; it’s hard to move past your first love. I get it because…that’s what he was to me.”

There was a silence that blanketed the hallway, before he spoke up hesitantly. “What about Bucky?”

“I thought - I thought I was projecting my feelings for Steve onto him because I knew Steve couldn’t ever…”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You thought? What do you think now?”

You cleared your throat. “I’m still figuring that one out.”

“If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here.”

You chuckled, nodding slightly towards him. “Back atcha. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not being yourself lately, either.”

“It’s…a tough topic.”

You nodded in understanding. “Just know that I’ll support every decision you make as long as you think it’s the right one. Because I trust you. Steve trusted you. It’s all we can do to try to do what’s right. That’s what makes you a good man, Sammy. He gave you that shield for a reason, and if you think what you did was right…I’ll stand by it.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, calming down in each other’s presences and taking comfort knowing you’d be there for each other through thick and thin. “Thank you, cher.”

“Of course, Sammy. Now let’s go see what’s taking the old grump so long.”

He laughed at that, nodding in agreement, taking your offered hand and squeezing it as you made your way down the hall.

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“What?”

Bucky eyed you as you spluttered, coughing on the water you were drinking. “Please don’t choke, doll.”

“Break him out of jail?!” You repeated his words and blinked at him, absolutely baffled by his plan. “Oh my God.” You groaned as Bucky and Sam started arguing, moving your flashlight around the room. “Where the hell are we?” There was no response as they kept going back and forth.

“Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds! Especially yours! No offense.”

“Heelllloooo!” You tried again. “Where the hell are we?!”

Bucky turned on the lights, giving Sam a look. “Offense.” Glancing at you he quirked an eyebrow. “Stop worrying your pretty lil’ head, sweetheart. You trust me, dontcha?” Your breath hitched at his words. You quickly recovered, huffing and pouting - although you’d deny ever pouting - and crossing your arms. You stood between the guys like that, eyes darting to whoever was speaking, waiting for them to stop so you could actually think.

“Look. Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

You and Sam exchanged glances. “What did you do?”

“I…didn’t do…anything.” Bucky shrugged.

“How is it that you, one of the most deadliest assassins basically ever, are one of the worst liars I know.” You tilted your head at him, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

“Shush it you. Just, okay. The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element.”

The more you listened to Bucky’s “hypothetical”, the stronger the gut feeling telling you this was a terrible terrible idea got. You brought your hands up to your head, eyes wide as he spoke.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural.”

You couldn’t help but agree with Sam’s words, your head falling back and your eyes closing. “Sweet Jesus. Listen, God, I know we don’t talk much these days, but please, please don’t let this not be a hypothetical. I’m fucking begging you.”

A noise to your right made your head snap over. “Oh hell to the fucking no!” You shook your head as Zemo himself walked in, wearing a prison guards uniform. “Uh-uh! No way! Bucky, this was not part of the plan!”

“What did you do?!”

“We need him!”

“You’re going back to prison.”

“If I may-”

All three of you faced him, simultaneously shouting, “no!”

You held your face in your hands as your head dropped, shaking back and forth, your eyes squeezing shut, tuning them out for just a minute to think. Bucky had a point. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that, and the Avengers were technically disbanded, which was Zemo’s whole objective in the first place, but…God. You were good at compartmentalizing, but not that much. You were willing to put your feelings aside for the mission so Bucky could talk to him. Not for you to work with him. But he had connections, you knew he did, and he had information…

“Doll?” You looked up, Bucky anxiously licking his lips as he met your gaze. “I need you to say something.”

You looked to Sam, who shrugged, gesturing to Zemo. “What do you think?”

What did you think? What did you think?! You thought that it was the worst idea in the history of ideas and you should turn back and find another way! But…you knew this was the fastest, probably most reliable way to get information that you needed.

Dammit, since when were you the deciding factor?

You sucked in a breath, looking over Sam’s shoulder at Zemo, who lifted his hand in greeting. You raised your eyes to the ceiling, pointing your finger accusingly. “This is why we stopped talking.” Gaze dropping to the still waiting fellas, you gnawed on your lip, before hissing out, “ffffine…” Running a hand through your hair, you threw your hands up as you shrugged. “Fine. Okay. Fine.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded, taking charge again.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Except, that was a lie. You could. You’d seen weirder. You’d experienced the impossible. Lived through the unbelievable. This…this was completely imaginable.

Which is why, with a lot of hesitation and very little confidence in this plan, you followed Zemo through the auto shop you were in until you reached a large room with a ton of different old cars.

Bucky’s hand found yours as Zemo explained what the plan was, rather vaguely, in your opinion, but at least he was explaining. Point for him. Not that it would make up for the level of distrust you held for him, but it was something.

You looked up at him, giving him a puzzling frown. He usually only grabbed your hand in front of other people when he was feeling anxious. Which, yeah, he had a right to be anxious right now, but it wasn’t the right kind. The type of anxiety caused by large crowds and loud noises, ones that startled him and threw him into a defensive mode.

But the look on his face made you squeeze his hand in reassurance. He was pouting, staring at you although he did something wrong - a puppy that tore up a pillow - and all you wanted to do was give him a hug.

“You’re mad at me.” He mumbled as the four of you headed out with Zemo in the lead.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are.

“Bucky, I’m not mad.”

“Listen, if I had a better idea I wouldn’t-”

You brought your linked hands up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his gloved knuckles. “I’m not mad.” You repeated more firmly. “It’s just…a lot for me, right now.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Buck, I-I just…” You thought about your and Sam’s earlier conversation and suddenly understood what he meant. “I need to breathe for a second.”

His features twisted into ones of uncertainty, eyes squinting as you stepped outside. “Do you…do you wanna leave?”

You shook your head, tugging his arm to stop him and grabbing the sunglasses on his collar, slipping them over his eyes. “No. I just need some time to think. Hopefully the plane ride to wherever the hell we’re going will give me that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James. I’m sure.”

He lowered the glasses on his nose to scan you over the frames, before nodding and sliding them back up. “Okay. You ready for this, then?”

“No.” You breathed, turning back to where Zemo and Sam were still walking. “Let’s do this.”

*****************

Climbing onto the private jet, you raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shrugged, giving you a bemused expression. A Baron…huh…who knew? You feel like you should’ve, yet there you were.

You sat besides Bucky, across from Zemo, crossing your legs and leaning back while staring at him through narrowed eyes.

His butler seemed nice, which made you even more suspicious. You obviously didn’t know as much about Zemo as you wanted to. It was a habit you picked up after years of undercover work; once the mission was complete, that was that. There was no looking back on it. No sitting on it. It was over and you moved onto the next one. It was a bad habit in cases like this.

The moment you spotted the notebook over Zemo’s book you knew something was going to happen, yet you still flinched when Bucky lunged at him, grabbing his throat. You leaned back in your seat again, steadying your now racing heartbeat. You decided you were too tense, trying to relax your muscles as Bucky sat back down in his seat.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book.” Sam seemed so proud of himself that something he recommended was written in Steve’s little book and it made you smile.

You remembered that; Steve and you were supposed to meet up for coffee after his run, but Fury called him in so you rescheduled it for when he got back. He asked you about Marvin Gaye. For your opinion. You told him to check it out and make his own.

You remembered asking him about that little notebook of his, and he just shrugged you off telling you about his list. He would read items off to you, but he never let you read the book yourself. You never found out why, and you supposed you never would now. The thought made an ache behind your ribs that you’d come to familiarize yourself with appear.

You smiled a little more as Zemo and Sam told Bucky how awesome Marvin Gaye was. “C’mon, baby. Back me up.”

Chuckling, you looked at Bucky. “They’re not wrong. But,” you quickly added before Bucky could whine at you, facing Sam again. “Neither is Buck. I mean, c’mon. You can’t find music like the 40’s anymore. Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman, Fred Astaire. Ol’ Blue Eyes himself.”

“Thank you.” Bucky grinned at Sam, who rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay. But, I mean, c’mon! Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye.”

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.”

Your face fell as Zemo started talking about Steve and icons and Red Skull, your mind once again slipping away from reality.

“Kids love you.” You giggled as you finally made it out of his exhibit. You’d wanted to show it to him since he moved to D.C., and you’d finally got an opportunity after coming back from being undercover for ten weeks. “You’re their hero, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just trying to do what’s right.”

You nudged him, scoffing at his answer. “You’re too humble. You’re a national icon, you know.”

Steve shrugged, looking around the museum at the planes surrounding them. “I never wanted to be.”

“Why not? Everyone loves you.”

“I’m sure not everyone loves me.” He rolled his eyes. “And…I just wanted to help. To fight. Protect my country and the people I cared about. I-I didn’t ask for…all that.” He waved behind his shoulder where his exhibit was getting smaller with each step they took away. “People were dying. Bullies were winning.”

You shook your head, spinning and walking backwards besides him to face him. “Sure, but you did that. And you became someone people could look up to in the process.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before asking, “why do you do what you do?”

“...because I’m good at it?”

“Honey.” He gave you a look. “Answer the question.”

You hummed in thought. “Because I couldn’t stand by, knowing there would be orphaned kids if I didn’t help any way I could.”

“Alright. Why do you do it in the dark?”

“Whaddya mean?”

He shrugged. “Why don’t you come out and take credit for all the lives you’ve saved?”

“Because that’s not why I do it. I don’t want that attention. I just want to know I’ve helped people. I’ve kept them safe.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I just wanted to beat the bully. I never wanted to be a dancing monkey, too.” You looked at him in a new light then, understanding where he was coming from. “Watch out, honey!” He grabbed you and pulled you aside before you could crash into a wall, arms wrapped firmly around your waist. He gave you that charming smile of his. “Wouldn’t want you hurting that pretty lil’ head of yours, now would we?”

“Y/N!”

You snapped back into the conversation, moving your eyes from the window to Bucky, who tilted his head, eyebrows pinched and eyes narrowed. “Sorry. So, Madripoor. That’s a fun place.”

You ignored the side eyed glances Bucky and Sam exchanged, Sam turning to you curiously. “You’ve been?”

“Once. Back in 2010 for a few months”

Zemo raised his eyebrows. “You’re lucky to have gotten out.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Lucky, maybe. Skills were a part of it, too, though.”

“Good.” Zemo nodded. “Because we’re going undercover…and if we blow it. We’re dead.”

You breathed out, shaking your memory away and getting your head back into the game. Because like the man you were severely wary of in front of you said, if you blew this, you were dead. And, sure, you didn’t want to live until ninety, but you weren’t even half way there yet. So dammit if you were going to die soon.

“Hey.” You looked over at Bucky’s murmur, his head tilting as he grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Are you okay? You know you’re going to have to be-”

“I know.” He nodded. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “I’ll be fine. Just…tell me right now if you need to step out for this one.”

You gave him a smile that you knew he didn’t buy, just by the slight narrowing of his eye, his lips pressing together. “No. No, I’m good for this. If you think I’m gonna let you two idiots go into Madripoor with him - alone - oil that cyborg brain of yours, because there’s no way.”

He squeezed your hand, eyes still filled with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“If there’s even a slight possibility that I can protect you, then yeah. I’m sure, Buckaroo.”

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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teeny tidbits: namjoon and y/n can’t get enough of each other & it shows

➳ pairing; kim namjoon x y/n

➳ genre; lveb!universe!!! smaybe/smalmost/smerhaps smut?? slightly suggestive is what i’m trying to say idk!! namjoon and y/n are obsessed with each other and yoongi likes making a big deal about it because both their faces get really red and it’s funny to him

➳ wordcount; 1.7k

➳ gif sourced from here but please note that it still remains property of its original maker!

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“hello, hellooo!” yoongi kicks the door shut behind him as he steps into your apartment, tossing his set of keys up into the air before catching it and shoving it into his hoodie pocket, “let’s rock n’ roll, y/n! i’m ready to raid the supermarket!” he claps his hands as he enters the living room, turning to stare down the empty hallway before pausing

wow

the most exciting part of his week is when you guys go grocery shopping together?

there’s really no way to make that sound even remotely cool

“…anyone home?” yoongi’s brows furrow in concern when he’s acknowledged by nothing but the sound of silence, “y/n?”

you’re usually sitting on the couch buzzing and ready to go when he gets here so it’s a little concerning that you weren’t the first thing he saw when he got here

he turns back to look at the shoe rack, everything suddenly clicking into place when he sees that there’s a pair of larger, definitely-not-y/n-sized sneakers sitting neatly on the top shelf

ahhhhh

okay

now he understands what’s going on

no wonder you barely responded to any of his texts yesterday

you were too busy getting busy with-

“yoongi! good morning!”

“morni-” yoongi turns his head back towards the hallway quickly, his brows practically stretching up to his hairline at the sight of namjoon’s current state

first of all, the man is wearing nothing but a blanket around his waist and it’s pretty clear to see that he’s not wearing any briefs underneath

second of all, his cheeks are flushed, his hair is ruffled, and his skin is glowing

and yoongi isn’t a self-proclaimed genius but he knows that two plus two makes four

“wow, wow, wow! good morning indeed-” yoongi whistles, immediately looking upwards as to avoid accidentally making eye contact with namjoon’s… fifth lim- “i’m hoping that’s a cactus under your blanket and that you’re not just ecstatic to see me-”

“oh-!” namjoon gasps lightly, quickly pulling the blanket up a little higher before turning his hips in the other direction, “i, um, i didn’t know you were coming over today!“ he chuckles awkwardly, his grip tightening on the sheets, “i just came out for some water so i wasn’t expecting to see you- uh, did you have plans with y/n today?”

“yeah, it’s sunday, so… grocery shopping and stuff.” yoongi looks back down before holding his hand up to shield namjoon’s lower half from his poor, innocent eyes, “you’re welcome to come with us, but i’m definitely going to need you to at least put some underwear on-”

“today’s sunday?” namjoon breathes out, pausing for a second before blinking quickly and shaking his head, “jeez, i thought it was saturday! time flies, huh?”

“it sure does…” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a smirk before he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, “…especially when you’re spending most of it railing y/n into oblivion-”

“yoongi-”

“speaking of y/n!” yoongi claps his hands and rubs them together, “is she ready to go?” he hums, leaning over slightly so he can peer into the hallway over namjoon’s shoulder

“she’s, um, she’s actually still in bed but but i’ll go and tell her now that you’re waiting for her-” namjoon smiles sheepishly before pointing towards the kitchen, “do you want coffee or anything? i can make a latte for you! i’ve been practicing a lot with my frother- y/n really likes my milk foam-”

“oh, i bet she does-” yoongi snorts, leaning against the back of the couch before crossing his arms, “maybe next time, my man. you just go and get y/n for m- holy shit!” his eyes widen as soon as namjoon spins around to head back down the hallway, namjoon immediately turning back to glance at yoongi over his shoulder in concern

“what??”

“your back!” yoongi gawks, getting up from the couch to go over and force namjoon to turn back around so he can get a better look, “jesus, it looks like you got into a fight with like, ten cats!” he exclaims, his eyes glued on the fading red claw marks that start at namjoon’s shoulders and end at his lower back

he brushes his fingers over the (obviously fresh) half-crescent nail marks embedded on the tops of namjoon’s shoulders before wincing to himself, “maybe i should’ve gotten y/n a nail clipper for christmas-”

“o-oh-!” namjoon whips back around so that his back is facing the hallway before he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, offering yoongi a nervous smile, “i, uh, it’s- i’m totally fine, don’t even worry about it-”

“joonie, i-” yoongi perks up when he hears your voice only for you to pop out from behind namjoon a second later, “yoongi! ...you’re here?” you ask, ducking behind namjoon slightly and peeking at him over his shoulder

“it’s sunday, moron.”

“...?”

“oh, dear god-” yoongi gasps suddenly, eyes widening as he brings a hand up to cover his mouth, “namjoon fucked you dumb, didn’t he? i bet that banging your head against the headboard multiple times made you lose a bunch of brain cells. now i'm going to have to be the smart one out of the two of us??”

you roll your eyes immediately at yoongi’s sarcastic remark, though his comment about namjoon makes your cheeks warm slightly

last week you slept over at his apartment so this week it was your turn to be a good host

and naturally…

let’s just say that you showed him how good of a host you were on the kitchen counter,,.., in bed,,.. on the couch,.,. in the hallway,.., in bed again.,.,

“anyway- how long do you need to get ready? twenty minutes?” yoongi pulls his phone out of his back pocket to check the time, “i wanna get my hands on a fresh, warm loaf of sourdough so we have to leave soon otherwise they’re all going to be gone and we’ll have to wait, like, five hours for the bakery to restock.”

“right! yes! sourdough!” you clear your throat, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you sort through your thoughts

you didn’t know today was sunday so you weren’t ready to go grocery shopping at aLL

“okay! coffee first, then i’ll change, then we go-” you nod, nudging namjoon aside so you can brush past him

“yeah, i think i’m gonna pop in the shower-” namjoon clears his throat, pulling the blanket up again before gesturing back towards the hallway, “i’m happy to stay here if you guys wanna go off and do your yoongi-y/n-only activities-”

“woah, woah-”

you don’t get the chance to walk past yoongi before he’s reaching over and pinching the back of your shirt to keep you from going anywhere

you let out a little yelp when he tugs you back abruptly before twirling you around so that you’re facing namjoon

“kim namjoon, you naughty, naughty man! what did you do to y/n??”

“wha- what?” namjoon blinks owlishly, yoongi tsking shamefully before wagging a finger at him

“look!” yoongi gasps, hooking his finger into the collar of the shirt you’re wearing before yanking it down so he can expose more of your skin, “what, were you trying to suck the blood out of her??”

heat immediately rushes up namjoon’s neck and up to his ears when he realizes that yoongi’s referring to the multiple blotches of purple and red staining your skin

maybe he got a little carried away last night

but there were no complaints on your end so namjoon was more than happy to mark you up!

“he-” your face flushes and you slap yoongi’s hand away before pulling your shirt up to hide them, “they’re just hickies, yoongi-”

“first of all, only horny teenagers give each other hickies- second of all, hickies are supposed to be sexy little secrets-” yoongi hums, seemingly uncaring of the way that you wince as soon as he jabs his pointer finger directly into one of them (ow!!), “and these practically scream I’M GETTING LAID and every single single person that we pass by is going to glare at you-”

“why don’t you go and make us some coffee while i go and get changed?” you turn to give yoongi a warning look before pointing to the kitchen door, “go!”

“i’m just looking out for the two of you!” yoongi raises his hands in defense, letting out a laugh as when you start kicking at him gently all while slowly nudging him towards the direction of the kitchen, “is it so bad of me to want to protect you from mr. mosquito over ther- ow, okay, okay-!”

you close the kitchen door shut with a breath, rolling your eyes at the sound of yoongi still babbling away to himself (“i’m realizing now that a vampire would’ve been a sexier example but mr. mosquito was the first thing that came to my head-”)

you turn your head slowly with your hand still on the doorknob, you and namjoon exchanging glances before bursting into giggles

“sorry... you know how he gets.” you mutter sheepishly, making sure the door is closed properly before making your way back over to namjoon

“it’s all good!” he flicks his wrist at you before reaching up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “sorry about the, uh, the hickies.”

“it’s okay... i like ‘em, so...” you confess quietly, your stomach fluttering at the memory of namjoon’s soft lips pressing against your skin, “sorry about the scratches.”

“no, i like them too... they remind me that i’m probably doing a good job-” namjoon grins as he slips his free arm around your waist before pulling you towards him, another soft giggle bubbling from your lips when he swoops down to give you a kiss, “guess i’ll hold down the fort while you’re gone… i’ll miss you.”

“i’ll only be gone for a couple of hours…” you tease, reaching up to pinch his cheeks together so that his lips turn squidgy, “needy.”

“for god’s sake, i’m taking her grocery shopping, i’m not sending her off to space!” the kitchen door suddenly swings open as yoongi busts through, clapping his hands loudly to break the two of you up before he flicks his wrists to get you to move, “c’mon, let’s get a move on- i want my sourdough!”

✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here?

💫or perhaps you want something shorter to read?

🌟or something even shorter?

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kashi-prompts · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Above (but slightly altered)

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader (POV alternates between them)

Wordcount: 4,963

Rating: M

Trigger Warning: Graphic depictions of domestic violence, implied/suggested rape, and violence

A/N: Ok, so I got carried away with this one. This prompt has been in my head for a long time, and I didn’t know where I wanted to go with it. But if you’re a little emo millennial like I am, you’ll remember the song “Face Down” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus that came out in like, 2010 or something. I listened to this song over and over again one day while I was driving and this idea came to my head. Please abide by the trigger warnings, as I feel this is pretty triggering. But I do hope those of you who enjoy the whole angsty vibe enjoy this.

And [y/f’s/n] = Your friends name

Prompt below the cut:

"Over here," the grip of his hand on your upper arm alerted you that you were moving through the crowd too quickly. He directed you back down the path he wanted to go. Hundreds of people lined the main street of Konoha in the culmination of the day's festival. You looked up, adjusting your kimono as you noted some teens arranging fireworks to be set off on the roof across from you.

"This is a festival to celebrate love and relationships," you reminded your husband, frowning as he continued away from the festival's main road. You pushed a piece of hair away from your face, the hot air causing it to stick to your forehead with sweat.

"What does it matter? We're already married, aren't we?" Aiko sighed, his irises pointing north in irritation. You noticed and agreed not to speak of it again.

"Hey, Jiro!" Aiko's demeanor changed instantly at the sight of his friends huddled around a table, sake being poured generously all around. Slapping his hand between the man's shoulder blades, you watched your husband smile for the first time that day.

Within moments, the lanterns in the streets were lit, and a glass of the fermented alcohol shoved haphazardly in your hand. The three men leaned against the table as you watched more people walk by, snippets of conversations passing you. You smiled dolefully as a young couple crossed the path before you, their enamored expressions radiating off their faces.

You wearily twisted your wedding band with your thumb.

Across the street, three men leisurely pitched themselves against the plank siding of Konoha's Dango shop. Despite the men lacking the commonly ordered shinobi uniform, one could still discern the nature of the three ninjas simply the way they displayed themselves. Although they were not on duty at the moment, their demeanor barely skimmed the surface of leisure.

"Oiy," one burly gentleman sighed, exasperated by his friend's lack of interest, "Kakashi, won't you put that book down? Just enjoy the evening."

The taller man shrugged, the tilt of his grey hair below the paper lantern above casting a shadow over his already partially covered face. He turned another page calmly, not looking up.

"I'm here, aren't I? Isn't that enough for you both?" Kakashi responded, his thumb resting between the pages of his novel. A single dark eye glanced up at the two men.

"Just listen to Guy," the brown-haired man exhaled, gesturing to the enthusiastic friend between them. "It would be nice to have you present once in and while. Maybe you can find a girlfriend here instead of always relying on that stupid book of yours for pleasure."

Kakashi sighed heavily, scoffing at his friend and snapping the book shut in his palm, replacing it in the pocket of his kimono. Above them, the sudden popping sounds of fireworks shooting into the night sky filled the air.

"I love the energy here," the man named Guy proclaimed suddenly, turning to look at the teenagers on the roof above them set up another round of colorful bursting rockets. The man clenched his fists in enthusiasm, smiling broadly.

"I remember being that young," he said suddenly, "the rich life of youth!"

Kakashi folded his arms across his chest and slumped deeper against the building. He had waited for this festival to end hours ago, imagining the familiarity of his warm bed at home and the burning desire for his mind to rest in the comfort of the book in his pocket.

As the stream of citizens bustling down the dirt street finally divided, the silver-haired shinobi's eye settled on a woman across the street. Despite the clarity of her disquieted gaze, her appearance caught the shinobi's attention as his eye swiveled back to her.

For a moment, something within his mind was set ablaze. The silver-haired man tilted his chin, studying the woman as she nursed a small glass of the clear liquid in her hand. Her slender fingers tapped against the drink while her thumb nervously twisted at the silver band on her ring finger.

Behind his mask, he frowned slightly. She was taken, obviously. How could she not be? There was a grace to her that would be swept up by any man lucky enough to get close to her. Despite the obvious conclusion that he had made about her status, his eyes couldn't seem to leave her. The uneasy expression on her delicate features tugged at something within him.

"I'm going to go get us a drink," Tenzo clapped a hand to his thigh, leaning forward from the wall. "Sound good?"

Kakashi nodded, looking away from the woman as another pack of eager teenagers wandered between her and the men. Instead, he watched Yamato push his way to the bar across the street where she stood, offering three fingers to the bartender in request.

As Yamato waited, Kakashi observed the man at the table in front of the bar. A boisterous laugh echoed from the man's husky chest, slamming down an empty glass that once held a generous amount of sake.

"If I really wanted to, I could take on any of these shinobi," Kakashi heard the man say to his friend. "I don't need to know any of that ju-ju shit."

Beside him, Guy was oblivious to the entertainment unfolding before them. Kakashi managed to stifle a chuckle, looking away as the man began to roll up his sleeve to show off his beefy arm muscles. His single eye swiveled back to the woman, clearly embarrassed by the man's humiliating masquerade of virility beside her.

The connection was suddenly made clear to Kakashi.

"Hey, you!" the man yelled over the table, pointing to Yamato as he used an extra wooden hand to carry the three glasses back to his friends.

"You're a shinobi, aren't you?"

"Yes," Kakashi heard Yamato say, clearly unaware of the man's prior antics moments before, "Why?"

"C'mere for a second," the man chuckled, waving the shinobi over. The burly man's friends snickered around the table, turning around to observe Kakashi's friend. Kakashi stood straighter. Beside him, Guy did the same, also suddenly aware of the strange situation displaying before them.

A fist flew through the air without warning, and the sound of shattering glass filled the bar. Three glasses of sake spilled around their feet as Yamato's hand gripped the man's fist in front of his face agilely.

"Aiko, stop!" The woman Kakashi had noted minutes before cursed at her husband, her eyes wild with embarrassment and anger. "What is wrong with you?"

Yamato pushed back with one hand as Kakashi and Guy carefully made their way across the street to assist if needed. The man stumbled back, shaking his head in disgust.

"You men are useless," he spat at Yamato. Kakashi and Guy stood at Yamato's shoulder. "All you stupid fucks do is go out and use your little magic to bring war to our village. Just because people aren't inherently born with your stupid-"

"That's enough," Kakashi commanded suddenly, taking a step forward. His other lid slid open, the twirl of three tomoe in his glowing eye a jarring sight to the group of men. Aiko scoffed, brushing off the scarecrow's display of authority before sitting back down.

Kakashi turned, impervious to the man's words. As Guy opened his mouth beside him, Yamato quickly directed him away.

Making his way back through the crowd, Kakashi glanced over at the woman beside him, her expression a blend of humiliation and gratitude.

Clutching your drink, you stared at the silver-haired shinobi in front of you as he passed. The glow of his red eye eerie as he slowly closed his lid again. Did he know?

******

2 Months Later

The humidity in the air was stifling. The typical steady flow of children darting about in the streets seemed to have been reduced to merely a trickle of one or two Genin desperately trying to cool themselves with the gardening hose outside the Yamanaka Flower Shop.

The wait between missions was always a relatively appeasing time for the jounin leader. Although today, as he patrolled the streets with a book in his hand, he longed for a mission to a place with a cooler temperature than the sweltering climate he walked the streets in now. Drips of sweat cascaded down his spine, dampening his undershirt all the way to his vest.

"Oh!" was all Kakashi heard as he felt the weight of someone walk into him. The pages of his book flew through the air, minging with a bag of groceries that fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" he heard as he quickly assessed the situation. A messy lump of [y/h/c] knelt before him, picking up the groceries that had been scattered about the street.

"No need to be sorry," he told the woman quickly, kneeling beside her.

"I should have been looking where I was going," clearly flustered by the situation, she continued to grab her groceries and place them back in the bag.

"It's okay," he chuckled, glancing up at her. His chest tightened for a moment as he viewed the woman he had seen in the bar a few months prior. Her beauty remained, but the apparent cast of malaise had overtaken her. He blinked, taken aback by the situation that had suddenly unfolded before him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, lifting an arm to her shoulder, "did you hurt yourself?"

She evaded his touch, pulling away with her bag of groceries. He withdrew his gesture as she stood, clutching the bag to her chest. Looking down, he observed the wedding band still on her thinning finger. She looked ill, he thought. Or, at the very least, quite exhausted. Beneath his mask, his lips curved into a frown.

"I'm fine. I must be going," she told him quickly, brushing by him. It was now evident to the jounin how this large bag of groceries had obscured this woman's view enough to run into him in the first place.

"Let me at least help you carry your bag," Kakashi offered, taking a step towards her.

"No!" she told him quickly, pulling the paper bag away from his grasp. "I'm fine, thank you."

As she turned the arm grasping the bag away from him, his single eye glanced down at a deep-set bruise on her upper arm. The clear markings of four fingers having once gripped the skin caused his stomach to churn uncomfortably. He opened his mouth, attempting to frame a sentence of carefully composed words to her, but only a pause came from his lips.

Without another word, the woman turned from him and quickly began heading over the bridge to the other side of town. Her gait struck him as rather peculiar, almost as though she were trying to make up the time she had lost moments before. Looking down, he grabbed his book from the dusty street and shoved it in his pocket, uneasy from the interaction.

****

3 Months Later

Fall had arrived before you had even noticed the conclusion of the warmer days of the year. The lustrous canopies of trees that cocooned the village had shifted to autumn's mute yet vibrate colors. The crisp air of the night nipped at your cheeks as you walked at the ankles of your husband, keen to keep a distance yet knowledgeable enough not to fall behind.

Another festival had arrived, this one focused on family. The two of you were supposed to be a family, having been married over two years ago. Yet you didn't feel like that was the case. It was almost as though the moment you had said "I do" to Aiko, he had changed. He had wanted a maid, a mother, and a ragdoll in one package.

As the evening had progressed, you were sure he had learned his lesson from the previous spring festival. But once the arrival of his friends had commenced, you knew it would be similar. The gnawing, raw feeling in your stomach caused acid to flow freely into your mouth.

You remembered the last festival, the one where he had made a fool of himself in front of those shinobi men. He had scolded and ridiculed you for not supporting him at that moment. It was considerably evident that your husband was no match for a trained ninja of the Leaf. Yet, his disgust for the protectors of the village only grew more. You suspected it was rooted in jealousy.

Not realizing the extent of his burned complex that night, you had continued to go about the evening, unaware of what was to come. Once you had arrived home, it had been the first time the verbal abuse had turned physical. The memory of his grip flush against the curve of your neck, pinning you to the wall as he spat in your face, was as clear as it had been the night it happened. You could still hear his words, appalled that his wife had not supported him- maybe then he would have won. You could still feel the glass that had shattered and plunged into your skin as he threw you into the coffee table.

You took in a shaky breath, trying to calm your anxiety that rose within you. You prayed it wouldn't be that kind of night. You prayed it wouldn't be the type of evening where you were both his physical punching bag and his sex ragdoll. The apologies he whispered to you after as he held you down to "make love" to you caused your skin to crawl.

The abuse was blatant; there was no denying it. You couldn't say to yourself, "he loves me," because he did not. Yet, you couldn't find the strength or the dignity to leave. The more his words stung, the more you felt you deserved them.

As you traveled through the street, you looked around, watching families partake in the street vendor sweets and games provided to them. Your hand went to your stomach, the emptiness within it a sad reminder that you were still not a mother.

"What are you doing?" Aiko asked abruptly, his voice dripping with contempt and impatience. You turned your head, hurrying back over to him as you hadn't even realized you stopped walking.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

Later in the evening, the wind had picked up, and the festival lanterns waved in the breeze. Once again, the sake was flowing freely. It was setting up to be just as it had been that night in the spring. Your skin itched with anxiety. The wedding band on your finger was looser than before, falling to your knuckle as you sipped your drink nervously.

"I bet you could take him out," you heard Aiko's friend say to him. Your eyes widened, and you looked to the sky, a silent prayer for peace falling from your lips. The obsession with shinobi had only grown worse since the incident. As unbenounced ninja passed them on the street, spit would fly from your husband's mouth to their sandaled feet. Mortified, you would always look away.

But tonight, as you looked over at your husband in the bar, you realized the three men from that evening were behind him. The realization of what your husband and his friends were discussing hit you, and you quickly sucked down your alcohol to ease your distress.

That shinobi that had helped you in the street that one day was there as well—the same one with the dancing red eye that had looked at you at the spring festival.

Was he looking at you? You wondered, catching the gaze of his dark eye from across the room. You looked down at your empty drink, feeling a blush creep up your neck that didn't seem like it was from the sake.

He was handsome, you thought to yourself. You remembered the day you had bumped into him in the street, the way he had chucked at the way you apologized so profusely. When he had walked by you with that eye that night in the spring, it had felt like a real shock of electricity ran through your body.

A clamor of chairs brought you out of your daydream as you quickly looked up, startled by the sudden noise.

"Aiko!" you yelled, seeing your husband up against a wall with the forearm under his neck that belonged to the same shinobi he had tried to fight in the spring. This couldn't be happening, you thought.

The shinobi with a terribly styled bowl cut pulled your husband off of the young man, restraining him.

"What is your problem?" the brown-haired man shouted to Aiko, pushing him as the other held him in a headlock.

"Guy, Tenzo!" the silver-haired man stood between them, pulling the men apart.

A glob of spit flew through the air, hitting the man named Tenzo in the cheek. He gritted his teeth, angered as your husband looked at him in satisfaction.

"Fuck you," Aiko said, "and fuck your stupid job."

"Tenzo!" Kakashi forcefully shoved his comrade back as he lunged towards the man. "Enough! Guy, let's go!"

Embarrassment flooded you like no other. The overwhelming realization of what had just unfolded before you caused acid to erupt in your stomach. You put your glass down, running out of the bar and into the street. You didn't care if your husband couldn't find you - you didn't care about it at all. You were mortified, mortified to be around him, associated with him, to be married to him.

You pushed through the crowd, finding a dark alleyway at the end of the street where you could find solitude and rest for a moment. Tears streamed from your face as you slid your back down the side of a building. You held your face in your hands, unable to control the sob that erupted from your chest. You stayed there, clutching your knees to your chest as time ticked by.

You were angry with yourself. You were disgusted for having been stupid enough to get yourself in a situation with such a dreadful and disorderly man. This was your fault, you thought. Your responsibility for not seeing the signs, for not realizing who he was -

"Get up," you heard, interrupting your thoughts. Your body froze, unable to register the gravity of what was about to happen. You looked up, seeing the outline of your husband against the backlight of the street behind him.

"Please, Aiko, I'm just-"

"Get up!"

You stood to your feet, your knees shaking uncontrollably beneath you. There was nothing you could do now. You had to deal with whatever was going to be delt to you. The rational side of your brain knew it wasn't your fault he had made a fool of himself, yet his tainted reputation and burned-out dignity only enraged him more- and somehow, you felt responsible. You were his punching bag - his relief.

"Why did you leave?" he demanded, taking a step forward.

"I was feeling ill," you told him, standing your ground as you lifted your chin.

"You think you can leave?" he asked, his hot breath on your face. The stale smell of alcohol on his breath tickled your nose, causing nausea to churn in your stomach more.

"You think you're better than me? Do you think this is all a game? That these men are better than me?"

"I never-" the sudden grip of his hand on your jaw caught your tongue between your teeth, the taste of metal in your mouth quickly spreading.

"You disgust me," he seethed, the sweaty skin of his nose touching yours. Without hesitation, he threw your body to the side of the alley, slamming your head between the trashcans.

"Go ahead, get up," he urged you mockingly as his foot slammed into your stomach.

"Get up!" he yelled, watching you curl your body in pain on the concrete.

Aiko curled his hand into a fist, raising it above him as he leaned down. You braced your body for impact, knowing full well what was about to happen. Anger at yourself overwhelmed you.

The sound of trashcans being pushed to the side abruptly filled the air of the small alleyway. You felt one hit the top of your head, and you moved quickly, sitting up with wide eyes. Your husband's arm was twisted behind him, and his face pushed into the brick building behind you. Blood seeped from a cut on his forehead.

"You can't hit a real man, so you think you can hit a woman? You feel like a man now? Huh?"

The comprehension of what was happening hit you as you scrambled back from the scene. The silver-haired ninja with the red eye slammed your husband harder against the wall, using the firm grip on Aiko's wrist to move him as though he weighed nothing.

"Get off of me!" Aiko cried furiously, forcefully trying to free himself from the man's grip. You looked down, seeing the shinobi's forearm flex as he gripped your husband's wrist tighter.

"Break your arm," the shinobi urged mockingly, "that's the only way you'll get out of this."

Your husband thrust himself backward, wildly trying to free himself. Your eyes widened as you watched in one swift motion the shinobi pull Aiko to the ground, a fist landing firmly on his jawline. You closed your eyes, hearing the sounds of knuckles to flesh penetrate your mind. A mixture of anxiety and relief overwhelmed your senses.

When the noises had settled, you looked up, watching the shinobi's chest heave in and out as he caught his breath—blood coating his knuckles. Your hand went to your mouth, shaking. He turned to look at you, his red eye open and glowing in the darkness. You scrambled to your feet.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said quickly, his expression turning from blind rage to concern. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."

You reached up, touching the trickle of blood that streamed down from your hairline as the adrenaline from the situation began to die in your system. You felt dizzy, whether from the situation or the injury, you weren't sure. But when you looked back up, the man's spinning red eye was closed again, and he stared at you with worry.

You looked to your beaten husband, his face puffy and red as he slumped against the wall, unconscious.

"Is-Is-" you tried, words failing you as your body shook uncontrollably.

"He's not dead," the shinobi told you quickly, "just unconscious. I just - I saw what he did to you and - he's the lowest scum on this earth."

His words fell silent as his chest still rose and fell with heavy breaths. You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his. The adrenaline and anxiety that had been building up in you peaked as your knees gave way below you. Your body fell to the ground as you let out a loud sob, one that had been accumulating within you for months. The overwhelming, unrelenting sense of fear that consumed you day in and day out had diminished, if only for a moment, right now.

"Hey," he called quickly, kneeling before you. His voice was calm. You felt his hand on your shoulder, gentle and assuring as you cried. "Hey, it's okay."

"This is my life," you felt the words tumble from your mouth, "this is how I live, day in and day out. These bruises are normal; this fear is normal."

His silver eyebrows turned up in grief as waves of emotions overtook your body. After a moment, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. This stranger, having saved you and comforted you in a dark alley in the middle of a festival. This stranger, who knew nothing of you, yet held you close to his beating chest as you clutched his kimono. You felt his hand on the back of your head, his skin sticky with your husband's blood.

"It's okay," you heard him say to you, his chin atop of your head, "It's okay. I'm not going to let him hurt you again. I promise."

*****

Spring had come again. The blossoming sakura leaves a staple as the annual festival celebrating love commenced in the streets once again. You walked by yourself through the crowd, the newfound strange sense of independence feeling like a breath of fresh air to your lungs. You looked around, observing the same throng of teenagers pass by, another year older.

You stopped, letting the dog at your side sniff a street pole. You smiled, leaning down to pet your brute of a hound. He looked up at you, wagging his tail at the affection you provided.

"Good boy, Megumi," you smiled, flipping his ears warmly. Megumi had been given to you by that ninja named Kakashi after you had returned from the hospital for the severe concussion you had received that night. You were unsure where he had gotten the pup from, but the dogs small, doting eyes staring back at you won you over instantly.

"He'll serve as a good sense of protection," Kakashi had told you, "and if you need any help training him, I'd be happy to help."

That had been the last time you had seen the man who had saved you. Although often, you were sure you had seen him pass by you in the streets, only to realize it was someone else. You wondered how he was doing.

Your husband had been promptly thrown into prison, collected on domestic abuse charges that were not tolerated within the village whatsoever. You slipped your bare ring finger through one of the loops of Megumi's chain. The divorce had been finalized last month.

"[y/n]," someone had called. You turned, seeing your friend, [y/f's/n] wave happily to you. You smiled as she handed you a cup of warmly brewed tea.

"How are you?" She asked brightly, "it's so nice to see you out. And how is little Megumi?"

She bent down to pet the dog's ample head—another tail wag.

"I'm good," you smiled. Your smile was genuine, your heart light. "Thank you. How are you?"

"Happy to see my friend!" the woman smiled, hugging your shoulders from the side. You beamed, laughing with your friend for what felt like the first time in years. Just as you turned your head, tittering off a laugh, your eye caught sight of a turf of silver hair in the sunlight. Your heart jumped in your chest, and you blinked.

"What is it?" your friend asked, her face falling.

"Nothing, it's just -" you tried but couldn't form the words. It had been seven months since you had seen Kakashi. The angle of the lantern's light catching his sharp features as he conversed with his two friends. Beside you, your friend traced your gaze to the man a few meters away.

"Is that-?" she trailed off, watching your face flush as your fingers tapped nervously against the cup of tea in your hand.

"You're blushing!" she pointed out, a playful finger pointed at your nose.

"I'm not," you waved a hand, "I'm just surprised to see him."

"Why don't you go talk to him?"

"Oh no, I couldn't," you shook your head, fidgeting with Megumi's leash.

"But he saved you! You should at least see how he's doing."

"He was just doing his job, [y/f's/n]," you sighed, rolling your eyes at your friend.

"No, it doesn't matter. You should go talk to him," she urged, pushing you towards him.

"[Y/f's/n]!" she pushed you through the crowd, children dispersing as your dog sniffed his way over to Kakashi's leg.

"Hey!" Kakashi chucked to the dog, a smile forming under his mask. His eyes traveled up the dog's chain to you as your friend's hands left your shoulders, disappearing into the crowd.

"[y/n]," Kakashi smiled in surprise, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he looked at you. "I didn't-"

"How are you?" you asked suddenly, feeling your face flush. Kakashi blinked his single eye, tracing your face with his gaze as if to memorize it. You were sure you looked healthier than the last time he had seen you.

"I'm good," he said finally, not realizing his friends disappearing behind him with snickering looks over their shoulder. "How are you?"

"Better," you smiled softly, holding Megumi's leash tightly as the dog sniffed at his feet. Kakashi leaned down to pet the dog, smiling as he patted the side of his chest.

"And I see Megumi is doing good too," he cooed at the hound.

"He is," you nodded, "thank you again."

"Not a problem," he leaned back up, catching your eye again. You looked away, your chest flushing. A few awkward beats passed between you as you watched a couple pass by, their hands intertwined as they strolled down the street.

"Would you- like to grab something to eat?" You heard him ask, his voice dripping with nervousness.

You turned back suddenly, your eyes snapping back to his. He smiled softly, lifting his eyebrows.

"They have some good food stands here this time of year," he commented, "but if you'd rather not or if you're with your frien-"

"Of course," you said quickly, "I would love to."

His eyes perked up at your acceptance, turning into two small crescent moons. He turned, waiting for you to follow. Your instinct told you to stay a foot behind him, but when he waited for you to step beside you, you realized he wanted you next to him.

"So, are you wishing for anything?" he trailed off as the two of you began walking, a smile on your face.

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jenojaemssss · 3 years ago

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shii-take mushrooms! - k.dy

⇢ pairing: doyoung x fem!reader

⇢ word count: 1.6k

⇢ genre: fluff?

⇢ warnings/a.n: children. and cussing. i like children, i really do. they just scare me.

⇢ in which doyoung says a not-so-nice word in front of his daughter, and you try playing it off. as part of the "previously on" series.

➢

Doyoung glares at the figure standing behind his door with slanted eyes. He looks mildly disgusted, and you’re not sure if it’s because his daughter is covered from hair to shoes in strawberry jam, or because you’re standing in front of him with eyebags deeper than the sea.

“Please, Doyoung, I have a really important work meeting today, and I need you to watch her for like, 3 hours tops!” you beg him, eyes pleading the man in front of you.

He sighs and takes in your polished attire. Wherever it was you were going to must be top priority, seeing that you were decked out in the most business looking outfit he’s ever seen you in.

“I lost track of time prepping for the presentation that I somehow forgot it was today, so I didn’t call your mom beforehand and now she’s busy and-”

“-and now you’re here because my mom told you I had today off,” he cuts you off before looking at the little girl.

She’s looking at you with a glimmer in her eyes; the same glimmer that her dad used to have when he looked at you. She’s everything like him: from the way she talks, to her sassy attitude, to the way she pokes fun at her uncles.

You smile back down at her and look up to Doyoung with a small, apologetic smile on your face. His stone face turns soft when he sees her turn and smile up at him, lips smeared with the sticky red substance.

“In all seriousness, I really need this promotion, Doyoung. If I get this job, I won’t have to send her to your mom’s all the time anymore.” His face softens further. He knows how hard it was on you, working until late hours of the night to provide a nice environment for you two’s daughter, but you’ve been working a little too hard lately.

His mom has been on his ass for weeks about helping you find a more stable job; one that doesn’t require you to stay in for overtime almost every work day until almost midnight. She didn’t want you overworking yourself, which to her despair is exactly what you’ve been doing.

If you get this promotion, you can finally start working from home with more set hours. You’ll be able to spend more time with your daughter.

Doyoung looks at the girl lovingly and sighs, melting at her jam covered face once again. It really doesn’t matter that he and you ended things; she was still his little girl and he would do everything in his power to see her gummy smile.

So, he nods and bends down, picking up his daughter into his arms. He uses his thumb to swipe some of the jam off her mouth and you gratefully hand him a wet wipe that was already speckled with pink.

“Hi sweetie,” he grins at your daughter, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She giggles and throws her arms around his neck, choking him in a bear hug.

“I missed you, daddy!” she squeals and he chuckles in agreement.

“Me too sweet girl,” he squeezes her carefully, afraid that he might fracture her tiny bones.

You smile at the sight in front of you, knowing well that your daughter has been missing her dad for the past few weeks. He's been busy with work, similar to you, so he hasn’t been able to spend much time with his daughter either.

You notice his frail figure and an intense guilt washes over you. Today was probably his only day off for probably the next 2 months.

“Thank you Doyoung, I appreciate it,” you interrupt the conversing father-daughter duo. He looks at you warmly and nods again, holding the door open for you to come in and drop off your daughter’s belongings.

You trudge her things into the studio apartment, neatly decorated with many items you recognize from your old shared apartment. You haven’t stopped by in a while, but compared to the last time you’ve been here, the place seems chillier.

Your daughter and her backpack are softly placed on the couch, and the first thing she reaches for is her tablet. You send her a look and she puts it away with a frown. The little girl turns to her dad with puppy eyes; a special trick she learned from her uncle Haechan.

“Honey, you shouldn’t be looking at screens too often,” Doyoung says, petting her hair. He sits down next to her and begins helping her dig through the backpack in search for other things to occupy her with.

“Or else you’d end up like mommy and daddy with terrible vision,” you add. It’s your turn to pat her head and Doyoung chuckles at your comment, nodding along. He pulls out a coloring book and holds it in front of the two of them, fake-gasping at the newfound activity.

“I’m gonna go get us some crayons and colored pencils for this, okay?” he looks at his daughter, who’s filled with joy. She eagerly nods and he gets up, going into his kitchen for the supplies. Your little girl gets up and runs after her dad, poking her head around whatever he was looking into.

You check your watch and decide it’s your time to leave for your meeting. Another 10 minutes here and you might arrive exactly on time, which is something you’re praying doesn’t happen.

“Baby,” you call out to your daughter.

“Yeah?” you hear two voices call back. You turn to see both heads raised to face you, but the bigger (and dumber) one ducks down. Doyoung is blushing furiously at his old habit and tries to distract himself from embarrassment by intensely scurrying for the damned art supplies.

You’re just as shocked, but do a better job at covering up your embarrassment. “Babygirl, mommy has to get going,” you specify.

Your daughter runs back to give you a hug and bids you goodbye. She raises up a fist and you bump it, followed by a “blah la lah.” It’s something she picked up from Big Hero 6, a movie the three of you used to watch together.

While this takes place, a loud ‘bonk’ comes from Doyoung’s general directions.

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, but the curse is loud enough to reach your daughter’s innocent ears.

“What does-” your daughter begins, but something louder cuts her off.

“-TAKE MUSHROOMS!” you exclaim, clapping your hands in front of her. “We’ll have hotpot with shiitake mushrooms when mommy gets back later, isn’t that right daddy?” you glare in Doyoung’s general direction.

He stumbles over his response a couple times, but lets out a muffled “yeah” after a long moment.

In the meanwhile, your daughter bursts with excitement at the mention of hotpot. She begins telling you about what she wants in the soup and what broth she prefers. Your lips can’t help but form a smile at your daughter’s happiness when food is mentioned.

Speaking of food, your stomach exerts a low grumble, but it’s loud enough for your ears only, which you thank the heavens for.

Doyoung eventually gets back from the kitchen with the coloring utensils, his face still as red as the crayon he was holding. To your rescue, he approaches with a granola bar hiding in his pocket.

“I dropped the box on my head, but I wanted to get you something to eat,” he awkwardly shrugs and it’s your turn to blush.

Doyoung remembers your terrible habit of being a worrywart and not consuming any food before an important event, so he caught the feeling that you’re probably starving.

Doyoung notices the pink tint on your cheek and feels satisfied with his doing. He wishes you good luck and your daughter copies, jumping up and down in the process.

As you thank the two of them, your focus returns to Doyoung and you send him a slightly warning look. “Let’s make sure we keep our mouths clean today, okay?”

The widest smile plasters on your face when Doyoung flinches, and you finally exit the premises, leaving Doyoung and your daughter to their coloring.

As the door shuts behind you, Doyoung lets out a small sigh and turns to his daughter who’s now facing him. Though to you, she is everything like him, Doyoung sees no resemblance. Instead, he sees you in the little girl: from her smile to her nose, her voice and her hair. He sees her as a mini Y/N, and he loves it.

As he and his daughter sit down to begin their coloring ordeals, he can’t help but think about the meal plan you’d set. He wonders if you were serious, but before more thoughts begin to consume him, a small voice interrupts.

“What do you want in your hot pot, daddy?” his daughter looks up at him with wide eyes.

This is going to be hard to ignore. Maybe having a nice family dinner wouldn’t be too bad.

“I’ll take anything in it,” he begins.

“Except cucumbers,” the two finish in unison. An eruption of giggles burst out of the little girl at the synchronized speech, and Doyoung can’t help but melt at the bundle of joy. He smiles wide and watches her continue marking the page with colorful strokes of pencil and crayon.

Doyoung mentally begins preparing a grocery list for the night, adding everything needed for a steaming hotpot onto the growing list. He ends it with the addition of the previously mentioned shiitake mushrooms and grins, excited to share a meal with you and his daughter tonight.

“C’mon sweetie, let’s get ready to go shopping,” he holds out a hand and lifts his daughter up, putting on her jacket.

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