#putting it on and then jumping only to slam into the stabilizer and die

[clevervonskelli]

I would personally like to ask Hanks, Orloff, Spielberg, the whole MotA gang really, what the actual fuck because even though I KNEW this was the Regensburg mission and I KNEW what sort of shit was going to go down I got played.

When Dickie got hit and was still in the second seat I started to doubt whether I was remembering the mission correctly. He wasn’t out on the wing, there was no trouble with the stabilizer … maybe I was mixed up! Maybe this was another one of Biddick’s close calls!

I should have known better.

[thetaleoflevi]

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Distance

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Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Content Type: SFW

TW: Season 3 spoiler, Blood, Profanity, Suicide (For a split second), Suggestive

Description: Reader distances herself from Levi, strongly believing her feelings are not reciprocated by him, causing Levi to miss her.

Word Count: 5.3k+

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Please go away, Captain. Or at least end me. I don’t like the way you make me feel when you’re around. I can’t breathe. Please stop walking my way. Stop looking at me with those eyes.

“Y/N, I need that paperwork on my desk by five o’clock today. Not a minute late, understood?” What are you even saying? Stop looking at me like that. His brows creased with impatience at your nonexistent response. “Hey, focus, brat.” He snapped his fingers at you, making you flinch out of your daze. “Yes, Captain! Right away.” You saluted messily and paced toward the door, returning when you figured out that you didn’t know what you were ordered to do.

“What are you agreeing to, brat?” God…that delicious word was cracking your last bits of sanity. “Repeat what I ordered you to do.” Levi demanded, not having moved an inch from where he was standing. He crossed his arms in annoyance. “Um, y-you… You said to-” “I told you to jump off of Wall Maria without any gear on.” Your eyes widened, and you felt as if all the air in your lungs got punched out of you. So this was your end. This is how you die? Your Captain found your expression to be almost as funny as a shit joke. He didn’t show it on the surface, though.

“Relax, idiot. I was kidding. I want you to finish the paperwork I gave you earlier and hand it in to me by five. Pay attention, or next time it won’t be a joke.” He walked toward the door of the meeting room and turned to face you you when he heard you yelling your affirmation like an annoying parrot. “Yes, Captain! It won’t happen again!” You gave him your best salute only to have eyes rolled at you.

Levi left the room not having a clue that you almost threw up in front of him. You felt that stupid after the situation. Usually, you always felt like the rest of the world went pitch black, with only a spotlight shining on you and him, whenever he talked to you. Even when he scolded you for not doing something to his liking, you couldn’t help but focus on his devastatingly gorgeous silver eyes and how they squinted occasionally in fury, or his lips that never seemed to curve upwards and spat the ugliest words at you sometimes. It was tough love. At least that’s what you made of it.

“What happened in here? Did somebody spike the Captain’s tea? I’m very concerned.” Armin had walked into the meeting room where you stayed, replaying the conversation you just had with your handsome superior. “What are you talking about, Armin?” You ask curiously, having just seen the man acting as unfazed as always. “He smiled, Y/N. He genuinely smiled.”

You were in just as much shock as Armin was. He smiled? And I missed it?! “What were you guys talking about?” Armin sat in one of the chairs next to you. His crystal blue eyes gleamed with curiosity, wondering what was so great that it could cause the most solemn man in the scouts to crack a smile. “I zoned out while he was giving me an order, and then he told me to kill myself—not in those exact words, but, he told me to jump off of Wall Maria without any gear on. I think I made a stupid face or something, but I really thought he was ordering me to die. Then he told me the actual order.”

Armin chuckled at your retelling of the story, knowing he would have reacted the same way as Levi. “Whatever it was that you did, keep doing it! We’ve only seen Captain Levi smile once, and it’s been forever since then. Historia was crowned queen when he last smiled in front of us.” You smirked dumbly and got off the desk you were sitting on. “I’ll try my best. I gotta go, Armin. I have some paperwork to get done before Captain Levi reigns even more hell down on earth.” Armin chuckles and waves a goodbye as you leave.

It was four forty-three, and you had barely gotten anything done. With all the time you were given, you took it upon yourself to leave your work until the last minute—the procrastinating prodigy that you are. You watched everyone do their work with no thought about your own. Four forty-eight. Four fifty. Four fifty-six. Four fifty-nine. Five o’clock.

“Have you guys seen Y/N?” Levi asked Sasha, Connie, and Jean. “No, sir. She was sitting with Eren, Armin, and Mikasa when I last saw her.” Connie replied. Fucking hell, Y/N.

It was five thirty-two when you finally knocked on Levi’s door. “How nice of you to show up on time.” You heard directly inside your ear. You gasped with fear and quickly turned around. Your Captain did not look pleased at all. “Can you tell me what time it is?” You checked the clock on the wall. “Five thirty-three, sir.” Your eyes looked at everything but him. “Okay, good. Come on in.” He unlocked his office door and waited for you to walk in before slamming it shut.

You bounced slightly at the harsh sound. “You better have a damn good excuse for why my paperwork is thirty-three minutes late.” He slowly walked over to you and the stack of papers you held tightly to your chest. “Did you even do it correctly?” He snatched the stack away from you, a few papers nicking the area between your thumb and index finger. You were quick to suck on the area that bled. He looked over the work you had done, keeping the compliments he would have rewarded you with to himself. The brat is good. If only she worked faster.

“It’ll do. It’s not extraordinary work, but i’ll take it because it’s not the most important work that needed to be done.” You stopped sucking the blood from your hand and looked at him when he went silent. “Tch, use your words. Ask for a bandage or something.” He walked over to his desk and pulled out a white roll of gauze.

“Let me see.” He unstuck the beginning of the roll and returned to his spot next to you. “I can do it, sir.” You reached your undamaged hand toward the roll he held, only for him to pull it away from you. “Let me see it.” He urged, waiting for you to show him the cuts. They were surprisingly deep. You put your hand palm-up in front of you, only for him to adjust the position so that he could wrap the material around your hand correctly. The white wrapping began to turn red when it touched the blots of blood emerging from your open skin. With every layer he wrapped, less color was seen until it was just white.

Warmth was emitted through his fingers which soothed the pain in your hand a little. He let you retract your hand, watching you as you stared at the dressed wounded area. “What? Do you want me to kiss it or something?” He looked at you with an ordinary uninterested expression. Yes, please! Kiss it better. “I-I mean-“ You managed to stutter. Your cheeks flushed with heat when you realized what you had started saying. “Stop that, brat. Just stop talking.”

He walked to his desk and continued to look over the work you had done. He silently admired your considerably neat handwriting. It was as if you had typed it—the letters being all equally sized, no streaks out of line. “Right. I’m sorry.” You whispered, walking in the direction of the door. His words hit harder than usual for some reason. It was nothing to be upset about, yet you felt an unwelcome lump start forming in your throat. Maybe it’s you finally realizing that your love for him would never be reciprocated. Just being in the same room as him in that moment had you feeling more vulnerable than ever.

You mustered up the small amount of stability you had in your voice and said,”Well, if you don’t need me to do anything else, I’ll be on my way.” “That will be all.” He mumbled, not looking at you. No thank you? You saluted and left the room.

Unlike times before, Levi didn’t make your heart soar, he made it sink to the pit of your stomach, despite him touching you more than he ever has. It made you question your reasons for loving him so much. Is he worth the confusion your heart goes through when talking to the different versions of him? You’re not sure.

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Weeks went by with you treating Levi like he was anyone but the person you longed to be with before. You still gave him the respect he deserved as your Captain, but you only talked to him when he talked to you or when you needed to deliver something to him from another one of your superiors. When he ordered you to do something, you would simply give him an affirmation and walk away. No small talk or questions. You didn’t smile like you usually did for him, and your heart wasn’t beating erratically when you accepted the duties he assigned to you.

Levi caught on to this act of yours when he started missing the way your doe eyes lingered on his as he talked to you. Now you would barely look him in the eyes. He missed the way you would try to make him laugh with a joke that had you in pain from laughing so hard. Now you only talked to him about work-related matters. He missed the way you stuttered after saying something dumb. Your voice is so steady now, and your words are chosen more carefully. He missed the clear adoration you had for him. He missed you.

Another day passed, and Levi had no excuse to talk to you. He didn’t have orders to give you. At that moment, he would’ve done anything to go back to when he would scowl at you as you laughed to your heart’s content. He would do anything to see you for more than two minutes. He would have taken the boring job of completing a pile of paperwork if it meant you were the one giving it to him and he would be able to brush his fingers against yours.

His head rested in his hands, frustrated with his inability to stomp on his pride and just walk over to wherever you were. He missed you so, so much, but he would never let you know that you were the best part of his days.

A knock came from the other end of his door. “Name and business.” He stated with his head still in his hands. “Y/LN Y/N, sir.” He perked up at the sound of your voice and he raised his head, quickly fixing the strands of hair that had moved out of place. “Commander Erwin asked me to get your signature for an important document.” He walked over and opened the door for you. “Come in.”

You entered his office and stood in front of his desk until further instruction. He shut the door quietly and walked to where you were.

“You can set the document down on my desk. I need to get a new container of ink. I’ll be back shortly.” He went to his bedroom, which connected to his office, and went through a drawer that seemed to have different supplies in it. He returned with a clear glass cube filled with black ink. He sat in his chair and read the document quickly before scribbling a beautiful rendition of his name onto the blank line at the bottom of the page.

“Here.” He flipped the paper so that it was upright to you. “Thank you, Captain.” You took the document and saluted. As you were about to leave, Levi’s voice stopped you in your tracks. “Y/N, can you sit for a minute?” He asked, hoping you weren’t in a rush to get those documents to Erwin.

“Of course, sir.” You answer, sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

He looked slightly sad. His eyes were completely softened, eyebrows curving inward slightly. “Why haven’t you come to see me as often as you used to?” All you could think was, does it really matter whether you see me or not? “I’ve been busy. I have duties entrusted to me by others. You are not my only superior, Captain Levi.” You were okay with giving him a piece of your mind in the most respectful way possible.

“I understand that, but why are you choosing to completely avoid me unless the subject is work?” Can you be anymore needy? “I’m not.” You simply respond. That is the ugliest lie you have ever told. You are avoiding him. You are keeping yourself busy to avoid even thinking about him.

“I see. I never took you for such a shitty liar.” You suppressed the need to roll your eyes. No answer will satisfy him until he hears what he wants to hear. “Well, i’m sorry to disappoint you, sir. I’ll try not to make a habit of it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Commander Erwin said that this document needed to be returned as soon as possible.” You stood up from the wooden chair and saluted before exiting your Captain’s office.

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The sky went dark without you realizing. You were busy all day and after the talk you had with your Captain, you were both physically and mentally tired.

As you arrived to your bedroom, not caring for the darkness that veiled your room, you let yourself fall backwards onto your bed as exhaustion creeped through your body. With your eyes closed, you lifted each of your legs and removed your boots one by one before tossing them to the ground. “Why does he suddenly care about the amount of times he’s seen me throughout the day?” You whisper to yourself as if someone would hear you.

The sound of knocking fills your ears and you pretend to have fallen asleep. “Y/N, are you in there? Are you awake?” Not now. Please. You stay silent, hoping Levi will leave you alone.

Three more knocks sound against your door. After a few seconds of complete silence, you hear the doorknob turn and the door swings open, shutting after Levi steps inside the room. “Tch, you didn’t even take your straps off.” He whispers in consideration to your ‘sleeping’ state. He sits next to you on your bed and watches your chest mimic dormant breathing. He reaches for the strap that loops around your chest and undoes the small buckle. Your chest was released and moved more freely.

By now, your act of pretending to sleep was no longer an act. You were breathing in a set rhythm through your nose.

He softly and slowly pulled your arms out of the leather that enclosed around them. You stirred a little bit before returning to the position you were in previously, on your back.

“I’m going to take care of you, my Y/N. I don’t want your skin to bruise.” He whispered while he undid your belt buckle and lowered down to work on the bands that curled tightly around your thighs. He slowly slid the rest of the leather down your calves and off completely. He got off of your bed and organized your things neatly so that you would find them easily in the morning.

“Y/N.” Levi called, shaking you softly by your arm. When you didn’t respond, he tried again. You opened your eyes slowly and squinted, furrowing your brows when you noticed someone else was there with you. “What?” You grumble, annoyed at the inability to go back to sleep. “Sorry, I need to talk to you.” That voice. You tried to spring up off the bed to salute respectfully to your Captain.

He grabbed your forearms and brought you back down to your bed. “Calm down. You don’t have to be so formal after hours.” You weren’t even asleep ten minutes, yet the drowsiness embodying you was extreme.

“Do you want me to light a candle? It’s pretty dark in here. I wasn’t expecting you or anyone else to come see me this late.” “No. I think the dark will allow courage to seep through me better.” You raised a brow in confusion. “Courage? Since when do you lack courage, Captain-“ “Levi. Just Levi between us.” “Le..vi?” He nodded with reassurance. “Since when do you lack courage in anything, Levi.”

He put his hand on your shoulder, surprised when you tensed up against the contact. He didn’t pull his hand away at the gesture, though. “I hate having to admit that I have a weakness for you, believe me, but you’re invading my thoughts every day, all the time.” This isn’t like you, Captain.

“I’m not adjusting well to this change between us. I miss the way you used to be with me. Even when I didn’t reciprocate the energy you gave off, you always managed to make feel better inside. Now that you’ve distanced yourself from me, I feel even more dead inside than usual.” His fingers stroked the fabric on your shoulder of your white button-up shirt.

“I can’t be that way with you anymore. It took me a while to realize that we’re not here to make relationships that last forever. We have the hardest job anyone could ask of us—saving humanity.” You sighed, thinking of a way to prevent yourself from hurting his feelings. “Though the thought of having you by my side is delightful, I don’t think I can go back to worshiping the ground you walk on like I did before. Our relationship should remain that of superior and subordinate.”

Levi’s head lowered. The agony he was feeling in his chest was excruciating. This last attempt to get you was sadly his final one.

“Then I have one final request.” You couldn’t help but wonder what he would want from you that he can’t get from anyone else. “Can I kiss you?” His hand that was set on your shoulder slowly made it’s way to caress your cheek. His eyes softened at the familiar look in your eyes that peered into his soul. Though you felt you should have removed his hand from the side of your face, the warmth was comforting.

“If you don’t feel anything, I promise I’ll swallow my feelings for you and leave you be. We’ll be strictly comrades, no emotional feelings involved.” He swiped your soft skin with his thumb, eyes locking with yours as he seeks a response that isn’t developed yet.

Finally. “Only once.” You whisper. He nods in acknowledgement of your instruction. His left hand attaches to your waist while his right finds your cheek again. You tremble at the foreign feeling of someone’s touch on a part of you that wasn’t an arm, a shoulder, or your back. His eyes never left yours as he slowly leaned in. God, he smelled so good. The aroma was dangerously attractive. You hoped to never come across someone that smelled the same way, that way his smell would only make you think of him.

The closer he got, the deeper his fingertips dug into your side, as if trying to pierce holes through your shirt to feel your skin.

Darkness, light—you saw both somehow. The entanglement of lips on lips was a good feeling that both of you felt mutually. He held on for as long as he could, not wanting this moment to ever end. After all, this is the first, and possibly the last time he would ever be this close to you again.

You tried to break the kiss but struggled to when you felt Levi pulling you back to connect again. It wasn’t enough for him. It was never going to be enough.

“Le..v…” You murmured indistinctly, stopping the movements from your lips completely. “No. Please…” He mumbled against your lips continuing his one-sided kiss.

It felt desperate, which was strange coming from a man like Levi who’s never begged for anything from anyone. “Come on. Kiss me.” He said with his lips pressed against yours. The feeling was undeniably good. It brought life back to the heart that stopped longing for specifically his affection.

You started moving your lips again, synchronizing quickly. His bangs tickled your forehead, causing your lips to twitch upwards.

He picked you up and placed you on his lap. Just as you were about to reach for his hair, he broke the kiss.

“I want to touch your skin, Y/N. Not in an inappropriate manner, I just need proof that this isn’t just another one of my dreams. I can’t risk going insane over another night of me just fantasizing about being your one. This shirt is the only thing standing between my hands and your soft skin—reality. I won’t touch you like that if you don’t want me to, though. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” His mouth said something, but as always, his eyes said something else. They were begging for you to allow him to feel you. His hands rested on your hips. Maybe this was going too far. What if you did let him touch your bare skin, and it progressed into something inappropriate?

With that single doubt in your mind, you responded to his request with,“Unbutton my shirt, then.” The light in his eyes was shining brighter than you had ever seen. He was visually shocked at your consent. It was clear that he was grateful to have you that night in his hold.

His hands lowered to where your shirt tucked into your pants and pulled out the fabric. Before he could move onto the buttons, he searched your expression for any signs of doubt or uncertainty. None that he could see—you were that good at keeping your thoughts to yourself.

He undid every button, not missing his chance to sneak in a brush of his fingertips here and there, on your collar bone or your sternum.

Soon enough your shirt was left wide open, revealing your black bra and newly formed goosebumps brought on by the cold wind. You turned away from Levi, flustered by his eyes on your exposed torso.

He tugged on one of the loose halves of your shirt, signaling for your attention. “Eyes on me.”Goosebumps resurfaced your skin when his knuckles brushed against your stomach. “You’re beautiful.” His soothing voice assured you as his eyes explored the unknown sight.

You were brought close once again, his lips dying to return to where he knew they belonged. Goosebumps rampaged through your body as he pulled your body closer to him by your waist. The feeling of his hands wrapped around your bare sides was absurd. You were now up against his chest. His hands traveled from your sides to your back to keep you pushed against him.

If you had to remain like this for the rest of your life, you’d do it in a heartbeat, if possible, less time.

Though it wasn’t meant to be sexual, he was leaving you breathless—quite literally. His touch made your heart pound in your chest, which he surprisingly didn’t feel, even with you pressed so tightly against him. By the sound of it, he was breathless as well.

“Mmm…Levi.” You mumbled. “Hmm?” He hummed not stopping his lips from devouring yours. “We have…to…mmm...breathe…at some point.” He snickered, smiling slightly, giving you the chance to break your lips away from his. You were able to see a slight shade of pink on his cheeks in the moonlight. Whether it was from the suffocation or the steamy moment remained a mystery.

Soft pants came from both of you, and though he let go of your lips, you weren’t fully released from his grasp. His ring and middle fingers on each hand poked at your back dimples, while his thumbs did light circular motions on the sides of your abdominal area.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes glistening in the moonlight.

“I need to know what you intend to do with me, Captain. From now to…” You sigh heavily, not finding it as easy as you thought it would be to fit this conversation into the moment after what had just gone down.

Levi picks up on how tense you’ve become, seeing how stressed you suddenly look. “Hey, I’m going to listen to every word you have to say. I’m all ears, right now.” He squeezes your waist gently.

“Okay, what i’m trying to say is…I don’t want to have to mend my wounded heart every time you push me away.” You look toward the window, looking at how a cloud slowly moves in a direction that makes it collide with another cloud. To be honest, it kind of reminded you of you and Levi. The way your lives collided with each other’s, then separated, only to find each other again.

He held your chin softly between his thumb and index fingers, shifting your gaze back to him. He didn’t say anything but nodded for you to keep going. “I also don’t want to have to apologize for fulfilling my everyday duties that can lead to days of not being able to see you.” His hand released your chin and returned to the spot it was on previously, your side. It was as if he was comforting you and himself at the same time. He was hoping you wouldn’t get off, leaving him incomplete without your body weight on him.

You did exactly as he feared, almost as if you read his mind. You wanted this conversation to be as serious as possible, no distractions. You released your grasp on his shoulders and slowly began lifting yourself off of his lap. He subconsciously began letting go of your body, until he caught himself and tightened his grip, bringing you back to where you were, on his lap.

“Levi? What are you-“ “I want—no, I need you, Y/N. You know how bad it’s been on my end since you stopped talking to me like we’re the two closest people on earth? It’s been hell. Fucking hell.” His hands brushed past your sides and pushed on your back, bringing you to an embrace. Your chin landed on his shoulder and his face nuzzled into your neck. Your arms stayed by your side contrary to his which wrapped around you, brushing past the straps of your bra and settling on your upper back. You felt breaths of hot air tickle your neck as he kept talking.

“You have no clue how sad I’ve been. This is what I need from you. I don’t care if it’s something occasional. I don’t care if I only get to see you once a week, month, or year. I don’t fucking care at all. I just want you, Y/N. Please. Please, just hold me.” You could hear his calm breathing close to your ear. You lifted your arms and wrapped them around him. One hand caressed the back of his head, and the other held the mid-section of his back.

He was breathing in your scent discreetly. Black hair tickles your bare shoulder, exposed by your sagging button-up shirt. You ran your fingers through his locks of hair, smoothing down any strands that stood out.

“This feels right.” He mumbled before placing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. “I want to feel your heartbeat and your warmth against me like this whenever I can.” His lips continued to brush against your skin slowly.

Minutes went by, not a word was spoken. When you tried to escape his caging hold to continue your conversation, he would just pull you close again nuzzling back into your neck. He was being really clingy tonight—not that you were complaining, it was just a odd.

“We can keep talking like this.” He mumbled. “Okay.” You whispered running your hand across his undercut.

“Are you sure you want a relationship where we won’t have every minute of the day together? I know it’ll be hell for me.” You could feel him smiling slightly against your neck. “Yes, Y/N. I know we won’t have much time in the day together, but we haven’t been taking nights into consideration.” Goosebumps crawled throughout your body when you felt his lips latch onto your neck again.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Shit. Shit. Shit. Relax. “I’m willing to be even more nocturnal for you. I also wouldn’t mind waking up next to you every morning.” He dragged his thumb across the damp spot on your neck where his lips rested before. “That s-sounds good.” You stutter noticeably. “What’s wrong?” He holds your face in his hands, clearly unable to fake concern. A smirk tugs at his lips. This man knows what he’s doing.

“Nothing. I’m okay.” You assure with a soft smile. “Okay, just making sure. You know…” He starts leaning in again, aiming for your neck. He knows your weak spot now, and you can’t even hide it.

“…I really like…” He kisses the sensitive skin lightly, basking in the way you shudder. “…spending time with you like this. How about you?” As you open your mouth to answer, he leans in again.

“I…fuck.” You grab onto his arm as he nibbles on the flesh that became more and more sensitive with every second that his lips spent on it. “Hmm?” He hummed against your skin. “I didn’t catch that.” He tilted your head to his left to give him more room. More room to litter you with his markings. “I do…” You inhale sharply when he bites the area under the bruising skin he just sucked on. “…too.” He soothes the imprinted skin with his index and middle fingers.

“Good. Tell me, sweet girl, what’s your favorite time of day?” The movement of his fingers slowed, as he pressed gently on the sore parts. His gaze focused intensely on your peaceful features as sighs escaped your lips with every delicate prod of his fingers. He hoped you would say nighttime, knowing he wouldn’t be able to give you all the daytime with him that you wished for. Also, nighttime would be the time he would spend with you, making sure you were feeling every good thing you could feel. Happiness, pleasure, excitement, pleasure, love, satisfaction, security, domination, care, submission. You know? The good things.

“Nighttime. That’s my favorite time of day.” He smiled, satisfied with your answer. “It’s my favorite now, too.” The movement of his fingers on your neck stopped. He looked outside at the moon, remembering the important work he left behind when he decided to look for you. “I should get going.” You frowned slightly which he quickly took notice of. “I know, I wish I didn’t have to, but I ditched a lot of my work to come find you.”

You dragged your thumb across his half-swollen lips before closing the space between you two and kissing him once more. You released him and said in a whisper,“I understand. Thank you for being here with me tonight.” You got off of his lap and transitioned to a cross-legged position on your bed. He caressed your cheek in an endearing manner, before saying,”I’m glad things are the way they are for us now.” He let you go, and began walking to your door. You fixed your shirt so that you looked presentable again.

“Levi, wait.” “Yes?” He asked, holding onto the doorknob. “Did you take the straps from my uniform off of me?” He let out a low chuckle. “Yes, I did. They would have bruised your beautiful skin if I hadn’t taken them off.” “I could have done it myself, but thank you for that.” You felt cared for. It was such a soft concept to think about. He nodded and continued his exit, a small smile on his face as he shut the door behind him.

I’m the only one who should be wrapped around you and leaving marks in those areas at night.

[hunterofthemist]

Strength of the Meek

Carrying a paper bag Dave walks into the cafeteria. He looks around the room and sees Kotzal waving him over. He walks over to him and sits down with Kotzal at a noticeably empty table.

"Hey Dave, how are you?" Kotzal asks with a grin. "You dont have to rub it in, I had no idea you were a natural," Dave grumbles.

"It's just that when you showed me the rules I realized how similar they were to a game I used to play on Geon. Thrum If I remember correctly." Kotzal and dave talk for some time, the topic changes quickly from poker to physical ability.

"How strong are humans anyway? I've seen your movies but you said they aren't a good representation of human strength." Kotzal asks intrigued.

"Were strong enough. Enough to take down something bigger than us, at least with some planning that is." Dave answers. "I mean back when humans still dwelled in caves we took down wooly mammoths, which were beasts around three times the size of a human."

"Oh, I didn't know that. It's pretty impressive to hear." Kotzal says more than intrigued at this point.

"What about when a human has to do something impossible, just to keep the ones they care about alive. What do you do then?" He asks, his face getting a bit more solemn.

"We push on, do whatever it takes, even if it means we tear ourselves apart doing so," Dave says with a look of sincerity. He then breaks the look and smiles warmly. "What's got you asking a question like that?"

Kotzal laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head. "I dont know, I just heard stories over the Ether."

The conversation ends as the buzzer goes off on everyone's watch. "Shit thought we had more time for lunch break. That blows." Dave sighs.

Dave and Kotzal start walking down a hallway towards their respective stations. Halfway towards Dave's station, the alarm sounds, as well as an explosion in a nearby hallway.

"What was that!" Kotzal panics, immediately hiding behind dave and shaking. Dave reacts accordingly, not to the explosion but to Kotzal hiding behind him. "Woah dude, you good?"

"Oh sorry, my species is a prey species on my home planet. We get jumpy when stuff like this happens."

Dave chuckles at the thought, "you know if you did this around the others im pretty sure they wouldn't be able to see you." His attention focuses back on the sound. " We should go check out what happened, we're engineers after all."

Kotzal steps out from behind dave nervously and agrees. They walk down the hallway towards the commotion. Smoke billows out of the walls, embers pour out of the holes as well.

A hulking beast pulls its way out of the hole, it had to be around 8 and a half feet tall. Just as dave gets a look at it, several more come out of the walls. Kotzal grabs dave and pulls him around the corner, away from the beasts.

"Get down! Those are Tarvok pirates. We need to go, we do Not want to pick a fight with those." Kotzal is freaking out, likely having a panic attack. He tries to pull Dave with him. Dave doesn't budge, instead, he stares at the wall and puts his hand on it. "I cant."

Kotzal gets more anxious and frenzied, pulling harder on Dave. "No We have to go, David dont do this." In response, Dave grins and puts his head on the cold metal wall. "I said I cant, This station is my baby. I've fixed her more than anyone else. I can't leave her."

Dave turns to Kotzal and continues. "Not to mention the number of people these guys could hurt. You know how far the nearest guard post is, and how understaffed it is. If I turn tail and run countless people will die. But If I distract them, buy us some time. Maybe I can save a few lives."

"But you'll die! You'll get killed, I can't have you do that. I can't lose you, You're the only one who even respects me, let alone is nice to me." He says as tears start to form in his four eyes.

Daves grin breaks and he pulls Kotzal into a hug, Kotzal's small stature causing him to look like a small child not wanting their parent to leave. "That's not happening. I ain't gonna die." Dave thinks for a moment and goes on. "How about you help me, I dont buy this scared child Schtick. There's something there, something strong. I can see that."

Dave breaks the hug and pulls a knife from his belt, and hands it over to him. Kotzal stares at the blade for a second and takes the knife and nods in agreement. "Use your speed and stature to your advantage. there's a lot of smoke, try to use that."

Dave and total talk for a minute discussing plans and strategies after they're done he grabs a pipe on the wall and rips it off, but not before speaking to the station itself. "Sorry about this."

Walking around the corner Dave bangs the pipe on the wall, getting the army of Tarvok's attention. "Hey you brutes, eyes on me." He says, resting the pipe on his shoulder.

One of the Tarvok's starts walking over to Dave with a look of hunger and anger. Dave grins, this being a part of his plan, and stomps on a jagged and sharp piece of metal, launching it into the air. To which Kotzal leaves cover from behind Dave and grabs the piece of metal and throws it into the eye of the Tarvok.

"See, I told you no one would be able to see you back there." Dave jokes. He takes a step forward and inspects the now corpse of the Tarvok. "Oh damn, straight into the eye." Kotzal meekly responds to the compliment. "Thanks, it was heavier than Im used to so I didn't think it hit where I wanted to."

"You're a good shot, keep it up." Dave compliments. For a split second, Dave swore he could see Kotzal's cheeks turn blue.

Dave starts walking forward towards the rest of the army, beckoning them to come to fight him. One soldier takes a step forward to fight. The hulking beast throws a punch towards Dave but he sides steps it and slams his weapon into a pipe next to the Tarvok.

The soldier notices this and started to laugh but a second later the pipe bursts and hot steam starts to burn the soldier and causing it to fall to the floor.

The next one rushes Dave and throws a punch at him, he absorbs the blow into his shoulder and uses the force to spin himself around and slam the pipe into the soldier's skull.

At the display of force, the rest of the Tarvok's take a step back from the carnage. "Hey Kotzal, I think I fucked my shoulder up. It's your turn. " Dave says quietly so the brutes in front of them won't hear. "Yeah, let's do it." He responds, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

Dave starts to run towards the group of Tarvok's with Kotzal following. Before he gets too close he ducks down and arches his back and Kotzal jumps off his back and launches himself toward the enemy.

With one hand he throws a sharp piece of metal in the neck of one of the soldiers and with the other he stabs another with the knife Dave gave him.

The last one is in front of them, he's bigger than the rest. Probably the leader. "Let me handle this one," Dave says as he blocks Kotzal from moving forward with the pipe.

Looking at the pipe in his hand, Dave realizes that the pipe is way too damaged to continue to be useful. He takes a step forward and throws the thing as hard as he can. The pipe flies through the air and when it's about to hit, the leader catches it.

As soon as he threw the pipe Dave started running towards the beast but only noticed that he caught the pipe when he was too close to do anything. The Leader propels his knee into Daves's gut, the spike on it spearing into dave.

"Oh fuck!" He screams as the spike goes through him. He falls back and tries to stop the bleeding. Another scream is heard, not of pain but rage. "You Fucker!" It's Kotzal, with the look of pure rage in his eyes.

"I'll kill you!" He screams as he starts running towards him. As he reaches him he jumps at the leader to get a clear shot at him. In retaliation, the Tarvok grabs him by the neck and holds him in the air. Kotzal doesn't seem to notice, the anger blinding him. He starts slashing wildly at the beast in front of him, a good majority hitting their targets.

Kotzal gets a good stab into the arm of the beast holding him, causing him to be dropped.

While on the ground he stabs the blade into the back of the knee of the Tarvok leader making him fall to his knees, lining him up for a stab to the side of his head, killing him.

He keeps stabbing the now dead Tarvok, more out of rage than him being unsure he's dead. After a few dozen stabs he stops and takes a second to breathe and remembers Dave. He turns around and sprints towards Dave.

He starts trying to help him staunch the bleeding and stabilize him. "No, no-no-no. Dont do this, you cant." He starts tearing up trying to help him.

"It's okay, you did well. Didn't expect the fucker to catch the pipe. I think this is it" Dave says as he rests on the wall, trying to do whatever he can to stop the bleeding.

"Dont say that! You'll be fine, I know what im doing. I can help you." Kotzal says frantically.

Dave looks at him and puts his bloodied hand on his shoulder. "You can't save me, an injury like this is impossible to fix up."

"Shut up!" Kotzals shouts as he slaps dave. "We aren't in the medical dark ages, You know how strong modern medicine is." a grin forms on Daves face as he shrugs. "Whatever you say," he says as his vision fades to black and passes out.

Daves eyes open and the bright light blinds him, "hey your awake." a familiar voice says. His eyes adjust to the light and he sees that Kotzal is sitting on the chair next to his bed.

Dave groans in pain as he tries to sit up. Kotzal puts a hand on his shoulder and stops him. "Dumbass, you can adjust the bed." He laughs, handing him the switch.

"How long was I out?" He asks as he raises the head of his bed. "About two days. You had us worried for a little while." Kotzal responds with a smile.

"You can't kill me that easily, its gonna take a lot more than that, I still have work to do here." He smiles back.

"Oh yeah, like what?" Kotzal asks. "The engines been making a thunking noise for the past week, I still figure out what the hell the problem is." They both start laughing for a minute and after they stop a silence is formed between them, which is promptly broken ten seconds later by dave. "Hey after they discharge me, do you wanna go to the bar and get a few drinks? I'll buy."

"Sure thing, I'd love to."

[han-shinsuke]

ɢᴇᴛᴏ sᴜɢᴜʀᴜ x ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Desperate to burden you more with thoughts and a few of his hard rubbing, Geto places himself between your legs and rubs his tip against your flushed lips down there, throwing you on the edge of torturous sensation. “Ge–Geto... please...” when he gets his desired reaction from you, a low chuckle emerges from him. To his kind, hearing a lady moaned softly was rewardingly good. And you did good, moaning his name like that.

🔞🌹 “does it hurt?” his tune was different compared to the normal tone he uses in class. There was a faint smell of concern in it and for a second, you wanted to believe that he cares for you for having his thing installed balls deep into you. The sheet is wet and so the pillow case where you had been muffling your moans and tears. You cried out the pain, digging your nails against your own flesh since your hands were tied behind your back while he was there, above your bareback, big hands gripping tightly on your waist as he makes sure you’d be filled with his arousal. One more long and strong push of his hips, you found yourself trembling from pain and an ounce of pleasure from his final assault. Geto withdrawn his shaft from your swollen anusx and he carefully rolled you on your back, checking your condition. “Does it hurt?” as if to make fun of your struggles, he asks again, swiping his thumb against your swollen lips. This may sounds funny but you couldn’t help but asked yourself if there were any part of you that hadn’t been touched and sucked by him. Probably, there’s none. Because Geto Suguru never missed. Putting your state in consideration, he feels obliged to answer his own inquiry, “of course, it hurts. I was your first, ms. front row.” You stared at his face, drained and in pain. If only you could wipe his smirk off his handsome face, you would. Sadly, you can’t. You need to stabilize your breathing and regain some energy in order to leave his estate. Though it feels impossible but you must. “G–get off me.” You gave him an undisturbed look, thinking of some effective ways to get to the bus station to not miss its last trip. Desperate to burden you more with thoughts and a few of his hard rubbing, Geto places himself between your legs and rubs his tip against your flushed lips down there, throwing you on the edge of torturous sensation. “Ge–Geto... please...” when he gets his desired reaction from you, a low chuckle emerges from him. To his kind, hearing a lady moaned softly was rewardingly good. And you did good, moaning his name like that. “Here’s the money,” again, the guilt was eating you up. Geto hands you the amount you both agreed on. You were no different from those department harlots who jumped on men like Suguru. “I’ll shower first, just wait here.” You got no time to waste so when he enters the bathroom, you put on your crumpled uniform, left his huge bedroom, painfully went through wide hallways and numerous staircases. As you stared back at the tall and automated gate, another slap from reality had hit you hard. Suguru Geto is reality miles away from the mud you’re in. You have reached the station on time. Luckily, the last bus hasn’t arrived yet so you took the chance to sleep in the shed. Fuck life. It will take a dozen of painkiller to calm your wrecked flesh and disturbed nerves, you thought. 🌹 “Your balance has been settled, Ms. Y/N.” The registrar shows you the updated payment of your account and you were not happy or pleased by it. You had someone in mind and just the thought of it, you can feel the anger and insult building inside of you. As usual, he’s there, surrounded by his kind. Women lurking around him as if they are there like an options for Geto to pick who knows who. He raises an arm, waving at you. You answered by nodding your head. Your knuckles turned white as he flashes you an innocent grin. The chair on the front row creates a screeching noise as you sat on it. You were so mad right now. Maybe throwing a shoe to his direction can lessen the fuming anger in you but you’re not that kind of person. You settled things privately. Just wait, Geto. You fucking wait and I’ll burn you alive. “Happy Birthday,” a hand put a protein bar and a can of chilled coffee on your desk. There’s no need to look at the giver. The bite mark on his wrist is enough to identify him. You were the one who put it on him last night. Your gaze follows Geto’s back as he returns to the back row. The place where strength and power lies. At twenty, you sold your dignity to

Geto Suguru. Now that you turned twenty one, you have promised that would be the first and last time you’ll use your innocence to overcome a problem. 🌹 “You’ve paid me well, Suguru, but I don’t accept tip for my service.” He didn’t speak. He must be in a state of shock after receiving a slap from you. After the exam, you confronted him and lashed out your anger from his doings. “I’m returning the money you had given last night. Thank you for the kind gesture.” You said in a very sarcastic tone. 🌹🔞 Suguru Geto is an heir. Unlike the other, he has no records of bad memories or any sad untold stories. The life his parents had given him was very ideal and perfect. He has friends and loved by many. And from those infos, you have come up with a thought that maybe, due to the perfectly laid out plan of his life, Suguru is trying to create a fault in his flawless existence. A fault that made you so eager to avoid him, that no matter where you tried to look at it, you’re a trial for him. Would he mind if you’ll be found in front of his doorstep, soaking and looks like a real shit? Well, that’s what he was looking for! A shit to jump in! “Geto!” he looks beautiful when he opened the door for you. The spotless white shirt he was wearing is now covered with dirt. Suguru returns your action, hugging you close against his body. “What happened?” his question after closing the door. Instead of answering, you just tightened the embrace around him and bit your lips to suppress your cry. “No–nothing... I’m sorry for barging in so late at night.” You tried to sound convincing and smiled. Your hand reached for the knob but Geto pulls you back, cupping your face between his warm hands. That’s the moment you gave in, face contorting as you cried helplessly while gripping his shirt. That’s all you need. Someone who can ask with sympathy. Someone who cares. For now, Suguru seems to care for you that’s why you let yourself cried in front of him. That moment, he looks and he feels like someone you can rely on with all the shits happening around you. You told him everything in details, not missing a part of it. You slept with him in exchange of some bucks. Gave your innocence with the man you thought who deserves it and that was him, Suguru Geto. Rather than selling it with your obsessed landlord, who also threatened to kill you if you refuse to bed him, you ran for your life, escaping the hell hole you have been in. You just wanted to graduate in college, make it until graduation but life have forced you to your limit. “I would rather die than to sleep with a psycho,” you confessed to him. You needed money and without those shit, you will not make it. You were so desperate to live. So desperate for a safe environment. You couldn’t even call your parents and tell them about your misfortunes for they are as well struggling to live, to sustain their needs. “You can stay here,” suddenly he suggested. “For free. No hidden charges.” He jokes. “I will be useful.” You ensures him. “You’re already are.” Geto smiles, tucking your hair behind your right ear. 🌹🔞⚠️ Whe he says, no hidden charges, there were really not. Guess, he doesn’t like the idea of tasting the same food he had before. You have been living with him for almost a month now but he’s not making a move to you. He lends you a spacious room and that made you felt lonely and cold. There was a time when Suguru brought a woman from the engineering department and you happened to witness their make out session in the kitchen one night. You were so embarrassed then apologized to them. As of the moment, you’re in the barn house, feeding his two pet horses while wearing the dress that Geto bought for you. “Y/N–” he swallows his words upon seeing you leaning forward in one of the stables, reaching the harness to check it. Suguru grits his teeth, seeing your thighs and curves are too much for him. Suddenly, he regretted purchasing the cerulean dress that fits perfectly on you. Your throat felt dry. You were familiar with the heat oozing from his

gaze. You’ve seen that during your first time with him. He walks to you, grabbing your hand, dragging you to the second level of the barn where you were slammed against the wooden wall. You cried in pain but immediately silenced by rough and hungry kisses of Suguru. At first, you couldn’t find the will to kiss him back but by just a lick on your bottom lip, you found yourself opening up for him, tilting your head to the side to give him easy access to your mouth. “Geto... ” his name slipped from your lips, pushing your own tongue into his, determined to play with his expert ones. He hummed between the kiss, supporting your chin through his forefinger. Suguru is really tall that you had to tiptoe to reach his mouth and kiss him back with same intensity. You gathered up enough courage and Suguru, himself, didn’t saw it coming. You caught him by surprised, pulling him down to you to suck on his bottom lip and lick it afterwards. “Fuck, babe.” He breathes when you released his mouth. Time for another surprise, you guided him to the nearest storage box and motioned to sit. You stopped him in the middle because you had to remove his pants and boxers. As soon as he settled, naked, Suguru holds your hair for you when you started sucking his thing. His moans and heavy breaths filled the space and your wet sucking sounds rings louder as he guides your face up and down to his erection covered in your saliva. You raised a hand when his grip tightened on your hair, almost like crashing your mouth with his hard and thick head that had been knocking your pipe pretty hard every time he goes balls deep in your mouth. You coughed helplessly as he frees you, gagging from the overwhelming thickness of his manhood. Geto cups your face and stares at you with malice before kissing you torridly, so eager to drown you with his lips and tongue that you accepted wholeheartedly. “Can I fuck you against the wall and tie you up as well?” a part of you shivered but you didn’t say ‘no’. He takes that as a ‘yes’ so you watched yourself slowly levitating from being tied up and held possessively by Suguru’s strong arms. You gasped for air when he enters your pretty tight hole in one swift push and managed to knock against your womb. “You’re so big, Geto aah!” your head fell back, the feeling of his throbbing manhood inside you is suffocating. You gasped again, sweats rolling down your neck as you let yourself adjust from his size. Geto licks your collarbone, nipping his lips against your skin up to your neck where he gets a taste of your tears and sweats, “really? You think I’m big? I feel honoured, babe.” He sucks the hollow on your neck and pulls slowly. Your eyes widened, feeling how a simple movement can stretch your rim wide open. “Aahhnnggg~ Ge–Getooo... ” You tugged your arms against the shackles, another pain inflicted upon you. And then there’s another pain, and it was a long one. He pushes fast, stretching you inside by installing deep inside of you, causing your hips to tremble when he smacks your ass and gropes you hard. As you can noticed, Suguru was being careful not to ruin the dress, the straps were rolled down just below your shoulder and he perfectly exposes your breasts, nipplesx really hard and red. For the second time in a row, your head fell back when he dips down your chest, sucking in a nipplesx while swirling his tongue around it. Geto. Geto. You went crazy and delirious. He’s attending your needy titsx with his thirsty mouth, biting the skin around it then going back to sucking the two buds alternately like a child. When he’s done showering your bosoms with attention, Suguru goes back to pushing further inside you, pulling his shaft roughly and then again, he never gets tired rutting you with his thing, slamming your hips against his hips. He was using different paces in stretching you wide so when he feels your breathing returning to normal, he would suddenly thrust his rod in and out of you roughly, making you gasp for air. “My arms feels numb, Geto ooohhh god!” you cried again, bursting into tears

when you felt him grinding his hips against yours while unloading his jizz. He stops moving for awhile but his loads are still oozing from his tip. “Okay, babe aahh~ hold tight.” Geto says, removing the shackles then locking your arms around his neck. Just when you thought it’s over, he lays you on the dust covered floor, folds you in half, hips ramming deep as he continues spilling his seeds into your cunt. He shoots you, with his long strings of arousal, fucked hard in a breathless mating press position. You’re just a dust in Suguru Geto’s universe. 🌹 Your surrounding turned pitch black with scattered stars in the night sky. You expected the moon to smile down at you but it was the greater creation who have his eyes on you. Universe taking his time looking at a particular dust. “where are we heading to?” you asked, blinking. He stops to carry you properly in his arms before answering, “home, Y/N.” Your eyes fell to the place you’ve been to. The door was left unlocked. “You forgot to lock the barn, Geto.” “They would not think of escaping, babe. They’re drawn to me and they are loyal to me.” You turned to the night sky once again, mesmerized by its beauty, you asked him a weird question, “since the door isn’t locked, then I’m free to go whenever I want to?” “Well, if it’s about you leaving my land, then expect some changes in the security. I can be selfish at times, Y/N.” “What do you meant by that, Geto?” “I just don’t think I’m capable of letting you go anymore.” ❤️

[flutteringdreams-matw]

The C.A.T. (Road to Normal 13)

Summary: “What if season 3 happened… but Danny’s parents knew his secret.” These are the small moments througout a few of the episodes.

Set between entries Boxed Up Fury and Frightmare, prequel to Out of Time. Makes mentions of events from Escape from Fear Island but still standalone.

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…Danny’s back slammed onto the ground hard, looking up in surprised as Dan’s duplicates surrounded him…

…They were fighting now, parrying blows…. a scream… or was that his scream? The pain was getting almost unbearable. It was almost as if his core was imploding…

“You’re time is up Danny,” he drawled. “It’s been up for ten years.”

…He tried fighting back, but they overpowered him easily, throwing him into a lamp post. Muffled screams found his ears as he fought to stay conscious. He needed to keep going. He pushed himself up, glaring up at his future self…

…"Look at you," Dan jeered. "You're a pathetic excuse for a ghost and a human. How would our family like it if they knew you abandoned them to fight against a ghost? To try and 'save them' - Ha! They think you're a freak; why should you care if they die? Because you're human? You think anyone cares about you? They're scared of you, no matter what they say or what you do. Why should you even care if they die?"…

…“What makes you think you can change my past?”…

…The wails collided, bouncing off each other as they were locked in combat. He felt himself fading but there was no way of knowing for sure…

…“I promised my family,” he felt himself say…

…Dan laughed, red eyes shining brightly. “What family?”…

A shout escaped Danny’s throat as he bolted upright in bed. He gasped for breath, wide-eyed as he looked down at his shaking hands. He winced, core energy buzzing deep within his core. Just a dream.

“Danny?”

He flinched heavily as Jazz entered his room. Sighing, he unravelled himself from the blanket and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He didn’t acknowledge his sister as she sat down beside him. They sat in the silence, Danny’s hands shaking still.

“You still have an hour before your alarm,” Jazz told him quietly after a few minutes. “Do you… want to tell me about it?”

Danny exhaled loudly, looking toward the calendar on his desk. “It’s been a year,” he said softly.

“What?”

He finally turned to his sister, feeling older than he was. “Jazz, I know Lancer asked you do the assembly again.”

Jazz’s eyes widened in horror, then softened. “Danny, I thought you -“

“I’m not,” Danny interrupted. “I’m not afraid of him anymore, and I haven’t been getting these nightmares often.” Blue met teal as he frowned. “I need to tell Mom and Dad. About… about what happened.”

Jazz stared at him searchingly, studying him for anything he may let slip. “Are you sure?” she asked tentatively. “This is a big step - if you’re not ready you should wait. At least until you have breakfast.”

Danny shook his head. “It’s been months Jazz. They weren’t ready before, but with the truce I think they can handle it.” He broke away from her gaze, starting to get dressed.

“But can you handle it?” Jazz countered.

He stopped midstride, shirt in his hand at Jazz’s question. The last time he told someone this story he broke down and then had to fight off his fear of his future self. Could he do it? He didn’t look behind him, pulling the shirt over his head and continued across the room.

“Danny, I’m serious,” Jazz said worriedly. She caught up to him and a put a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off. “You’re right that Mom and Dad need to know about Dan but you don’t need to force this. They’ve been patient - uncharacteristically so. You control the narrative here; you’re the one that decides when you tell them what.”

“And I want to tell them now,” he replied, a slight bite in his tone.

Jazz bit her lip, following her brother out of his room. “Why today?” she pressed.

Danny growled. “Jazz,” he warned.

“Don’t get testy, I’m just curious.”

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, their parents’ voices became louder. Danny made way to the kitchen, but Jazz ran in front of him and grabbed his hands.

“What are you -“

“Danny,” Jazz said forcefully. “Your hands are still shaking.”

Blue eyes grew wide, looking down at their joined hands; Jazz was right. Danny’s eyes hardened, focusing on his hands to will them to stop. “I -“

“Danny.” Jazz’s eyes narrowed, her older sister instincts flaring into overdrive. “I’m worried about you - just tell me. Why tell Mom and Dad today? Right now?”

He looked up, holding her gaze for a few tense moments before he sighed deeply. “Jazz, it’s been a year. You know where I was a year ago this morning? I was stuck in the future knowing that he was trying to kill you all.” Danny shuddered slightly. “I couldn’t tell anyone afterwards because I didn’t want to deal with it. Then Fear happened, then Mom and Dad found out… they’re the only ones who don’t know Jazz. And they should - they should know what I’m capable of.”

Jazz’s eyes widened. “You’re trying to prepare them if you …”

Danny sighed tiredly, cutting her off. “I just… I need them to know Jazz. You’re headed to college next year - if I have nightmares or if I want to talk to talk to them about this, I don’t want it to be for the first time. I need to know if they can accept this.” He looked up at her imploringly. “I want to move past this - the only way is for me to start now.”

“Okay.” Jazz gave him a soft bittersweet smile. “You’re growing up.”

Danny pulled away with a slight scowl. “Don’t remind me.”

“I thought I heard your voices!”

Both teens jumped. They turned as their mother poked her head out of the kitchen, surveying the two quickly before frowning. “What’s wrong?”

Jazz glanced at her brother before nodding at him. “Danny had a nightmare,” she replied. “Is Dad in the lab?” Maddie’s frown deepened, nodding as Jazz walked past. “I’ll go grab him.”

“Thanks Jazz.”

“Danny?” Maddie asked confused. The boy’s eyes darkened slightly, looking more haunted than she had seen him in a long time. She closed the gap between them, giving him a small hug. She knelt down, looking up into his troubled face worriedly. “Want to tell me about your dream.”

Danny shook his head. “I want to tell you what caused it.”

Maddie stiffened, looking at her son with pressed lips. They held each other’s gaze for a few moments before Maddie nodded. “I’ll make the coffee,” she told him gently.

He nodded, walking to the table wordlessly. As his family gathered, he felt the dream flutter back into his mind, along with memories of his fight with Dan and his events on Fear Island.

“Danny?”

He blinked, the memories disappearing as he looked at the worried faces of his family. He swallowed heavily, shaking hands finally turning steady as they curled around the coffee mug in front of him. Here goes.

“It started with the C.A.T. …”

:-=-:

Clockwork watched as the Fenton family discussed alternate futures with a frown. There was something different about Danny’s dream; something that made time falter so violently that the Time Master nearly fell out of the air. The looming paradox ahead caused more pathways to dwindle; it was getting closer.

He raised his staff in the air, waving it across the time glass with care. “Nocturn,” he called. “I have a favour to ask.”

He needed to know - the future of time was at stake… as was Danny’s life.

Links to previous:Eye for an Eye Infinite Realms Girls Night Out Torrent of Terror Forever Phantom Urban Jungle Livin' Large Boxed Up Fury Frightmare Claw of the Wild D-Stabilized Kingdom Come Ectostorm Series

Suggestions welcome! Just put them in my asks and I'll get to them when I can :)

[hello-everyfandom]

“Stay next to me then, so I can protect you.”

Warnings: Mentions of violence, war

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Words: 2.9k

Summary: Small snippets of your pregnancy with George Weasley

Part One: “I never said I was good at picking names, for all I care we could call them Bob.”

It was easy to fall in love with George Weasley. You had fallen in love with him as quickly as it was to pluck a flower from a meadow or quicker than a simple blink of the eye. You two were quite happy together, there was no doubt in your mind that George was your fellow, the man you wanted to spend the rest of eternity with.

A pop sounded rather loud and your head felt dizzy as you stabilized yourself after apparating out of the wedding. George placed a hand on your lower back and looked at you grimly, hearing the Death Eaters continue to rampage the wedding. The rest of the Weasley’s, besides a certain Ron, began popping in as well. 

George, rubbing soothing circles on your back, leaned and whispered, “Don’t worry, Love. ‘verything will be alright.” You looked back and nodded silently, clutching his arm.

“What will we do?”

“I expect they will come in and-” before Mr. Weasley could respond, multiple Death Eaters stormed the Burrow, pointing wands and yelling orders. Guests who remained and the Weasley’s were questioned rigorously. You had watched nervously, hands intertwined, until a Death Eater who you couldn’t place a name to, pulled you and George into the interrogation room. 

“What is your name?” He asked your boyfriend who answered confidently.

“George Weasley.”

“Blood status?”

“Pureblood.” George squeezed your hand without breaking eye contact with the man who looked at you with extreme loathing.

“Where is Harry Potter?”

“I don’t know.” George lied.

“Don’t lie. Tell us the whereabouts of Harry Potter, and perhaps we will leave your family unharmed.” 

“He said he didn’t know.” You hissed harshly, glaring at him.

He turned, “Name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Blood status?”

“Half-blood.”

“Proof of magical blood?”

“My father was a wizard.”

“Was?”

“He’s dead. He died a few years ago.”

The Death Eater seemed to grin wickedly, “As I hear, you have no true proof of wizarding lineage. And no lasting connecting,” he licked his teeth, “to any magical being. Who did you steal your magic from?” his voice lowered in disgust, he nearly spat. 

“This is preposterous! She didn’t steal anyone’s magic, she was raised as a wizard!” George yelled, the veins of his neck popping out. His face began to turn red as his hand moved to his back pocket where his wand was.

“If there is factual evidence that can be proven, I will have to take her to the ministry to be fully detained.”

“Like hell, you will,”

“George,” you whispered, attempting to calm your boyfriend. “My father raised me alone, as a wizard. He worked in the ministry, you may look him up and I’m sure you will see my birth records.”

“Artifice and forgery are easy to construct, assuming that your birthright and blood status is correct, you still do not have any lasting relationships in the wizarding world. I’ll ask one more time, who did you steal your magic from.”

“I did not steal anything, I was born with it.” your voice slightly wavering.

“Then, I’m afraid,” his smile grew sickening and wider, “That we will have to interrogate you further at the ministry.” His hand reached and snatched your arm, beginning to bruise it with his fingers. George jumped up,

“She’s my fiancee!”

The Death Eater twisted to face him, “Lies!”

“No lies.” George looked at you pleadingly, “We just got engaged tonight, at the wedding. We’re to be married in months.”

The Death Eater sneered at you and dropped your arm, “And you would want to marry this filth?”

George gathered you in his arms, and snarled back, “It’s a wizarding connection, is it not?” and pulled you out of the interrogation room.

“George, they’ll wring you for that,” you whispered, eyeing the surrounding Death Eaters.

“They won’t if it’s true.”

“But, it’s not true. Darling, please, I’m afraid for you.”

“It may as well be,” George gathered your hands and kissed the knuckled, “We love each other, don’t we?”

“I love you with all my heart,”

“Then, why don’t we get married? Why aren’t we married right now?”

“Because...” you tried to think of a good excuse, but nothing came to mind. It was true. You loved George and he loved you and with the war thundering upon your heads.

“Exactly, so marry me, please,” George whispered again.

“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you, George.”

--

The day you told George you were pregnant you were terrified. Perhaps terrified is not the right word, but the only thing you could think of was the fear running through your veins. It wasn’t as if George’s excitement for a child had been a secret, you learned at the wedding he was quite ecstatic to begin a life with you. However, the fear came from the war. You feared for your unborn child being born into a world of prejudice, violence, and anger. But, as you sat down with George in your small shared apartment, you couldn’t shake the nerves that seemed to plague your mind.

“What is it, Y/N? You’re worrying me.” George asked.

“I need to tell you something,”

“Go on, then, love. I’ve never seen you so serious.” George chuckled humorlessly.

“I went to St. Mungos today.”

“What?” George jumped, holding your hands and scanning you for wounds or injuries, “Why? What happened? I knew I shouldn’t have gone into work today I-”

“George, please, calm down.”

“What’s happened? Has someone come into the apartment?”

“George-”

“Were you hurt? How did you get to St. Mungos? Did you-”

“George,” you cupped his face lovingly, “I’m pregnant.”

Silence. George’s mouth fell as his eyes widened.

“Please say something, Georgie. Now you’re scaring me,” you laughed, rubbing his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, Georgie.”

“As in, baby? In you? From sex?”

“That’s generally how they are made, darling.” you laughed. George’s face broke into a smile, his freckles seemed to glow as he jumped up from his seat and pulled you to your feet. 

“You’re pregnant!” He beamed, spinning you around. The nerves you had previously felt before had dissipated as George peppered your face with kisses. 

“We’re pregnant, George, we’re having a baby.” you felt tears well in your eyes as George pressed a long, loving kiss on your lips. 

“I am,” George laughed, “I am overwhelmed.”

“You’re overwhelmed? I have a baby growing in me!”

George spun you around once more, “You have a baby growing in you!” He turned and yelled into the apartment, “Fred! Fred get in here, you silly oaf! Get in here!”

You heard a loud thud as footsteps ran towards you. Fred, with shampoo in his hair and a towel wrapped around his waist, held his wand up in case of danger. You immediately shut your eyes,

“Fred, dear god, you could’ve put some clothes on!”

“I was in the bloody shower, what in merlin’s pants is going on? I’ve nearly cracked ‘m head open!”

“Fred, for god’s sake, shut the hell up!”

Fred looked around the small apartment living room frantically before looking at George. His eyes lowered to his twin’s hands on your stomach and his wide smile. He looked back and forth from George’s hands to your stomach before slowly looking up with a grin placed on his face.

“George, you did not.” He said.

“George, I did,” George replied, smiling widely.

“George,” Fred warned, “is she-is she pregnant?”

“She so is,” you answered.

“Oh my god! You’re! She’s. And You! Oh, I-”

“Fred,” you put your hands our warily, watching Fred begin to sway. Fred’s eyes rolled as his arms flapped and he fainted.

When Fred’s eyelids began to flutter, he managed to regain focus from the ground staring up at his brother and his wife’s worried faces. His hands flew to his chest and then down to his towel which he was glad was still there.

“Alright, I agree, we probably should’ve waited,” George turned to you,

“I’m surprised he didn’t just die on sight, ‘ve only just found out today.”

“Mate?” George pulled his twin’s shoulders so he was sitting up, “you doing alright? You had quite a fall.”

“You fainted, remember? Your towel fell off, but I-uh- closed my eyes.”

Fred looked back and forth before jumping up and slamming George in a death grip hug.

“More than alright! Bloody hell, we’re having a baby!” 

“Yeah, we are!” George hugged him back, 

“Ye-wait, we?” you asked.

“Yes, we! Get ‘ver here, Y/N! You little oven heater for our bun!” Fred reached his arms out, you laughed and backed away.

“How about, I’ll give you a hug when you’re all settled and dressed,”

Fred pointed, “She’s a smart one, she is?”

“The smartest.” George could feel the happiness swell in his chest, the pride he felt for his family, and the love he exuded for you.

By the time you were perfectly plump and showing, George seemed to fret over you even more. From making cups of tea to helping you get up, you never seemed to lift a finger. However, the smothering seemed to drive you slightly insane as all you wanted to do was lay on the couch and read a novel without George constantly on your shoulder.

“Love, I’m alright, you’re acting as if I am on bed rest.”

“Bed rest!” he exclaimed, “That’s a brilliant idea, come on then, go on to bed,”

You groaned, “George, that was a joke! Please, I’m perfectly content where I am. Now hurry on to work before Fred becomes cross with you.” you leaned and kissed him on the cheek before handing him his briefcase and nudging him out the door.

“Send me an owl if, bloody hell woman, stop trying to shut the door and- ouch! Y/N!” he yelled after you accidentally nicked his foot under the door.

“Love you, too darling! Have a good day at work!” you said before closing the door. 

For a while, the silence was quite nice until the silence became longer. You glanced at the clock worriedly at the kitchen table as late afternoon turned to evening. Fred and George were usually home by now, and of course, they could be restocking, but it was unlike George to be so late especially now when his wife was pregnant. You stirred your tea before sipping it lightly, not really paying attention to the flavors and more of your nerves. Your hand on your plump belly as you caressed it softly. 

“Daddy will be home soon, yeah?” you whispered.

As evening turned into night, you debated on sending him an owl message or even floo-ing down to Diagon Alley. Just as your hands reached for the parchment, the door burst open. Fred and George barged in with wands in hand, waving quickly to summon clothing and suitcases. 

“George!” you screamed as you ran towards him, “What’s happened? What’s going on?”

“We need to leave,” George said seriously, “Y/N, love, grab your wand and the things you need.”

“But-”

“Now!” George’s voice raised. You were not frightened by his yelling but rather the grim expression on his face. You hurried and gathered your wand and slipped on some shoes. Fred quickly packed any photographs and business papers for the shop as George moved clothing into suitcases. Your hands, quick and nimble, helped George’s shaky ones. You zipped the suitcase and snapped it shut before standing, a hand on your stomach.

“What’s happening, George?”

“The burrows been attacked, we need to go. Bill and Fleur are expecting us.” George looked around for Fred before his eyes softened at your worried face. George’s hands grabbed the back of your neck as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Need to get you and the little one out of here. Fred?”

“Right here.” Fred popped next to George, suitcase in hand. “Alright, Y/N?”

“As alright as I can be.” 

You looked back at the seemingly empty apartment and grabbed hold on George’s hand as the twins whisked you away.

--

With the due date just weeks away, you struggled to do daily tasks. Frustration was key on your face as you listened to the Order of the Pheonix explain the battle strategies. Much to George’s despise, the baby would be due a month before the battle meaning, if you were completely healed and ready, could fight alongside the Order of the Pheonix.

“Y/N, stop it.”

“George, if you are going to fight, I am too,” you argued. It was exhausting arguing with George, even when you were younger. He seems to only hear out one ear and out the... well. 

“You’d have just given birth!”

“It would be a month after and-”

“This is not up for discussion, Y/N. I can’t lose you.” George sat on your shared bed, putting his head in his hands, “I can’t lose you.”

You sat next to him, wrapping your small arms around his broad shoulders, “You would never lose me. But, I have to do what is right, and if you are going to fight then I will too.”

“Then I won’t fight.”

“Of course you will, Georgie.” 

“No! We can stay here and we can stay with the baby-”

You shushed him softly and kissed his shoulders. “You know this is what’s right.”

His shoulders shook with a small cry, “Stay next to me then, so I can protect you.” George faced you, wrapping his arms around your pregnant figure, 

“I’ll never leave your side,” you leaned and kissed your husband.

As Fleur braided your soft hair and hummed a french tune, you leaned on her deep in thought. The smell of the salty sea and the sand made you think even harder.

“Fleur?” you asked,

“Yes?” she answered back. You turned from your position to face her beautiful face.

“I need to ask you something,”

“Vhat iz it, Y/N?”

“If...” you inhaled a shaky breath. “If anything happens to George or me during the battle...”

“Plez do not zalk like that, you and George will be fine.” Fleur pleaded, grabbing hold of your hand.

“I’m not oblivious to the war, I understand that there will be... casualties.” you swallowed, “but George and I plan to be there for the battle and...”

“You and Georgie will be okay.”

“Please, Fleur?” she stayed silent, tears in her blue eyes, “If George and I die, please, I. I don’t want my baby to...” you chocked up.

“Iz okay, Y/N. I understand.” She rubbed your arms comfortingly. “Bill and I will do anything for ze baby.” 

“Thank you.” your voice cracked as Fleur leaned and placed her forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

--

“Molly?” you called from the small sitting room.

“Yes, dearie?” she approached, wiping her hands on a towel.

“May I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” Molly sat on the edge of the couch where you laid. Your hands laid on your stomach, now huge and ready to burst. Molly reached and brushed the hair off your forehead and gave you a motherly smile, “How is my grand-child doing?”

“Other than a little finicky and particularly opposed to any sweets or anything I feed them, I think are doing quite well.”

“The little one’s picky, isn’t she? Wait until she meets her Grandmother, she’ll be stuffed with to the brim.”

 You laughed, “How are you so sure she’s a she?”

“Oh well, call it a mother’s intuition,” Molly waved her hand.

“I, well. My question was... well. You had seven children,”

“I knew this question was coming,” Molly placed her hand on your stomach and another on your arm, “It’s not as bad as you think.”

“Are you sure? I feel as though I’m ready to pop,”

“Truly, Dear, I will be there, George will as well.”

“I’m scared, I think, thas all,” you mumbled, looking at your pregnant belly.

“I understand, when I was pregnant with Charlie, I practically broke Arthur’s hand!”

“You should’ve seen her pregnant with Ginny,” George’s voice chimed in. You turned to see your smiling husband approach and kiss the top of your head. “Nearly tore our heads off,”

“Oh,” Molly blushed and smacked her son’s arm, “If only my sons weren’t acting like fools, then perhaps I would’ve been more lenient.” 

“We still haven’t decided on a name,” George said, “This one,” he pointed at you, “Likes the name Posy.”

“Posy is a wonderful name,” you defended, 

“I still think Herbert is a nice name,”

“I’m not doing this again, Georgie, we’re not naming our child Herbert!”

“Why not!” George argued. Molly watched in amusement as the two of you bickered, “We could call him Herb for short.”

“What if it’s a girl?”

“Herba.”

You groaned making George laugh. It was only until you groaned louder when he stopped. You gasped sharply and sat up, “Oh my-”

“The baby’s coming!” Molly yelled excitedly, helping you off up the couch. “Come on then George, don’t just stand around! Help your wife into the bedroom!”

George froze, his face blank. It appeared that fire lit in his face as he quickly grabbed ahold of your arms, steadying you as you breathed rapidly. “Don’t freak out,” 

“I’m not freaking out!”

“I’m not talking about you! I’m talking about me!”

“If I make it out alive after this, George, I’m going to punch you.”

George let out a loud laugh before helping you into the bedroom, “You sound like Mum.”

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part 36

Roar

27 Days Left Until Extermination...

Alastor lowered Lucifer down until he was on his feet. The king laughed and walked away, leaving the room. Alastor growled angrily and slammed his hand against the wall, making a huge hole as he did. His shadow looked at him, worried.

What are we going to do? His shadow asked him. Alastor looked back to Anna, lying on the bed.

"There's nothing that we can do. If we go against him, he'll destroy the only thing that can save Anna." Alastor told it. "I'm not going to let her die." He walked out of the room, looking back one last time at Anna before leaving. As he closed the door, Alastor turned to his shadow.

"Get the others and go round up everyone. But, leave the princess to me." His shadow smirked evilly and nodded then took off to get more shadows.

The other hotel staff were in the ballroom, looking around for evidence. Husk and Angel were on one side, searching while Niffty, Vaggie, and Charlie were on the other side. The other guest were told to wait in another room until everything was cleared up.

A couple of shadows appeared behind Husk and Angel, as they rose out from the floor, while the other group didn't notice. They lunged at the two, covering their mouths, so they couldn't alert them, and dragged them down into the floor disappearing.

"Hey, you two find anything over there?" Charlie called out. She raised on eye, confused, after receiving no response from either one of them.

"Husk? Angel?" She, Vaggie and Niffty looked over to see that they were gone.

"Where did they go?" Niffty asked.

"Probably out smoking a joint or-you know what, I don't even want to know!" Vaggie growled, angrily. "Those two lazy bums completely left us!"

"There's something strange going on here," Charlie murmured. A shadow appeared behind Niffty and grabbed her, before she could warn Charlie or Vaggie.

"Niffty did you find anything?" the princess, again, received no response. Vaggie and her both looked and saw that she was gone as well.

"What the hell is going on here?" Vaggie hissed.

"I don't know but I'm getting to the bottom of it." Charlie frowned.

In another room, Husk, Angel, and Niffty were bound and tied up as the shadows watched them as they tried to break free. The door opened and the three of them looked to see Alastor walking in.

"Alastor? What are you doing?" Niffty questioned.

"Al, what the hell?" Angel demanded. "Why are you doing this?!"

"You better have a good fucking reason for doing this!" Husk spatted out. Alastor snapped his fingers and summoned a couple of gags to cover their mouths. He turned to his shadows, who were waiting.

"Good work! Now, there's only Miss Vagatha and Charlie to take care of!" he congratulated them then looked back towards Husk, Angel and Niffty. "Watch these three while I'm gone." His shadows smiled evilly and turned their attention towards them. Angel had managed to get his gag off, just as Alastor was about to leave.

"Hey, asshole!" Angel shouted. "I don't know what know what the hell is going on, but if Anna saw you doing this-" In a flash, Angel was knocked down as Alastor stepped on his chest, baring his heel into it. Angel yelled in pain. He could feel Alastor's shoe digging deeper into his wound. Alastor gripped his staff tightly in his hand as he gritted his teeth tighter into a strained smile.

"I am only doing this for everyone's own good!" He leaned in closer to the spider demon and slapped him. "So for once in your life, shut your mouth!" Alastor stood up and walked away with his hands behind his back, leaving the three with his shadows.

Back in the ballroom, Charlie and Vaggie were still looking around but also wondering where everyone went as well. The two heard the door open and saw Alastor walk in.

"Hey, Al!" Charlie called out to him. "How's Anna?" Her eyes widen when she saw him make a fireball and threw it at her. Vaggie pushed her out of the way, just in time. But, the blast also singed the ends of her hair as well.

"Alastor!?" Charlie questioned, confused. "Why are you attacking us?!"

"I can't believe you! After everything, you still betrayed us!" Vaggie shouted, furiously. "I knew that we shouldn't have trusted you!" Alastor smile grew larger, but also more strained. He gripped his staff and slammed it on the floor, making several tentacles come out. They lunged towards Charlie and Vaggie, attacking. Charlie blasted a few with several fireballs while Vaggie sliced a couple with her angel spear. But, a tentacle managed to get past Vaggie and strike at her from behind. It began wrapping her, getting tighter and tighter.

"Vaggie!" Charlie shouted. She quickly turned to Alastor.

"Let her go!" she demanded. Alastor hummed to himself.

"Hmm," he thought for a moment before grinning. "No!" He clenched his hand, making the tentacle wrap Vaggie tighter. Vaggie groaned, painfully.

"H-Hun..." she called out weakly. Charlie's eye's widen before everything in the room went red. Horns began to grow on the top of her head as she glared dangerously at Alastor.

"I said, let her go!" she roared.

Then to Alastor's surprise, Charlie had appeared behind him as she teleported and tackled him to the floor. The tentacle that was wrapped around Vaggie loosened and released her. She knocked Alastor's staff from his hands as it slide across the floor. Alastor tried to pushed her off of him but Charlie held him down as she slammed him to the floor. Her claws buried deeper into his skin.

"Why did you do this?!" she shouted, angrily. Alastor didn't answer her. She slammed his face to the floor again. "Answer me!"

Again, Alastor didn't answer. Charlie frowned. If she kept this up, she was going to kill him. Why was he acting like this? He doing fine until Anna got sick. Then her eyes widen in surprise and she gasped as she got off of him, not before grabbing his staff, so he couldn't get it back.

"Is this about Anna?" she asked. Alastor stared at her with wide eyes and a frozen smile.

"You know, something don't you?" she asked. "If you do, then tell me!" Alastor clenched his fists as he kneeled on the floor, refusing to look at the princess.

"I had no other choice. Anna would die if I didn't," he told her.

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked, wondering what he meant.

"It was your father. He sent his snake after Anna and poisoned her." Her eyes widen in shock. Her father did this?!

"He agreed to give me the cure in exchange that I stop your hotel program. We both made a deal in the very beginning to put an end to it before anyone got redeemed. But, seeing that it's possible to be able to redeem yourself, I didn't want to go through with it anymore and he knew it. He used her against me."

"Then why didn't you ask for our help?" Charlie questioned.

"I never had to ask for help before. Before, other demons would flee at the mere sight of me. I got used to it. But, that was after..."

"After you met Anna." Charlie made a small smile. Alastor sighed, smiling to himself and nodded.

"Yes."

"Well, you have our attention now," Charlie told him, helping Vaggie up. "What can we do?"

"If he finds out that I told you, your father will destroy the only thing that can help Anna."

"Well, figure something out," Charlie replied. "But, after you release the others as well. Wherever you got them stashed at."

Everyone was in the ballroom as Alastor released them. Charlie and Vaggie explained to them, as well to Lilith on what had happened.

"Mom, there's something that you should know about dad," she told her.

"What is it?" Lilith asked.

"He's the one who made Anna sick," Charlie told her. "he used his snake to poison her." Lilith's eyes widen.

"He what?" she answered in disbelief.

"And that's not all, Dad's been planning behind our backs." Charlie explained more to her. "He's been trying to sabotage my hotel's program. What are we going to do?" Charlie asked. Lilith smiled.

"Leave him to me,"

And just like he was summoned, Lucifer walked into the room as everyone saw him come in. He had a big grin on his face when he saw Lilith. She motioned him to come over.

"Darling, can you come here for a moment? I need to speak with you,"

"Coming, apple pie," he answered his wife and walked over to her. "Do you need something?" Lilith smiled as she pulled him closer to her as she began to rub his cheeks.

"Nothing," she told him. "I just wanted to tell you how handsome you were." Lucifer smiled, but jumped when Lilith slapped her hands on his butt, gripping it tightly. She began to roam her hands to his sides before fishing them into his suit pockets, pulling out the vial with the antidote. Lucifer's eyes widen. Lilith tossed it over to Charlie, who caught it as she did.

"Shit." he cursed.

"Oh shit, indeed." Lilith told him, demanding on answer. "What have you done?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he told her, ignoring her question.

"Don't lie to me!" Lilith shouted. "Charlotte has told me everything! From the point where you tried to sabotage our daughter's hotel program to where you poisoned that human woman. What were you thinking?!" Lucifer cringed.

"I did it for our safety," he replied.

"No, you only did it for yourself! You and your damn pride!" Lilith hissed, furiously. "Now, here's what you are going to do, you and I are going to have a very, very, looong chat about what you've done! And you're going to spend the next few days outside!"

"But, honey fangs-"

"Don't honey fangs me! By the time I get home, I want your stuff packed up and gone!" she screamed as she walked away as he chased after her.

"Lilith!" he called out. "I'm sorry!"

Charlie turned to Alastor.

"Now, next get this to Anna," she told him.

Everyone quickly went to the were Anna was to find Baxter trying to stabilize her. Her skin was turning more grey. Charlie quickly walked over and handed him the cure. He gave it to her and slowly and steady, Anna's heart rate and blood pressure were turning to normal. But, her skin was still grey in color. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes to see everyone around her.

"What happened?" She asked.

"It's a long story," Alastor told her, as he had a relieved smile on his face, holding her hand. "What matters now is that you're okay." Anna smiled.

"Baxter?" Charlie asked. Everyone looked to see the fish scientist going through a transformation. His eyes were turning back to human shape with brown irises. His skin was was turning more lighter in color to more translucent and healthier. However, he still had some fish-like qualities.

"Honey?" Niffty called out.

He had redeemed himself.

"I don't believe it," he muttered, still in shock.

"Look at you!" Niffty admired him "You're radiant!

"Baxter! You did it!" Charlie cheered.

[geekydane]

Talk to me - Tommy Shelby x reader - chapter 11

Masterlist

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You hated hospitals. The smell of antiseptic and the sterile white and cream colours everywhere only made you newly regained memory so much more unbearable. The fact that you were here for Tommy was the only reason you hadn’t run away. It was all so surreal. You had actually killed those men who shot him and you tried to figure out how you felt about it, but at that moment you still felt nothing. You didn’t feel bad or feel sorry for them. It was exactly the same you had done to those men that had held you captured years back.

It was like your brain had been reset and everyone had told you that you were an innocent little girl who was kidnapped and raped until you were ruined. You were told how the police found you and brought you to safety but you remember now how you clawed your way through the men when you snapped. Used their own weapons against them. There was only so many times a woman could let herself be violated before she took care of those who did it. You remember how you saw red and everything just happened in a blur. Exactly like when those men shot Tommy. How many men were in that room back then? How many lives did you take? And why didn’t you feel anything towards them? Who were you?

The Langstons must have known who you were and what you did. That might have been why they seemed kind of afraid of you and didn’t really try to connect with you in any way. But did they tell Polly when she took you in? Mrs. Langston spoke with her. Of course she knew. You thought back to the first time you met Polly and what she said to Tommy when he found out you were hired.

I’m sure Y/n will be very useful for us in the future.

“Miss, we’ll need you to leave. You are not on any of the lists of family members.” A nurse waved a clipping board in front of you and succeeded in getting you out of your head. You looked up at her. She looked around your age and she did look a little nervous as John and Arthur looked at her from the other side of the room. None of them had said anything to you since you got to the hospital. They staff had tried to kick you out since you came. It wasn’t like it was visiting hour at that point. John and Arthur weren’t supposed to be there either. But you guessed that the staff was more afraid of them because they checked in as the Shelbys or it was because they were actually family and you were not. You just couldn’t imagine being anywhere else when Tommy was at the hospital. You did your best to ignore the nurse and stayed in your seat.

“Miss. You need to leave, you…” You stood up in a beat and the poor nurse flinched. Couldn’t she just let you stay? Maybe your name wasn’t Shelby, but you came along with the brothers after all. John and Arthur didn’t say anything to the nurse to help you though. Did they want her to kick you out? Did they dislike you after what you did? You couldn’t possible think they were god’s best children themselves, so why would they care if you beat those guys? You were sure they had done the same a lot of times before.

You started pacing back and forward as the two brothers looked at you and the nurse looked around, maybe to see if anyone could help her get you out. In the next moment a doctor, you recognised from when you got to the hospital and Tommy was carried away, walked towards you and finally John and Arthur reacted to something.

“He is stabilized. Family may see him, but he’s very sleeping. He’s doing his to stay awake though. He’s very stubborn.” The doctor chuckled but he stopped as soon he looked at the brothers. They both stared him down with a sour face and it was like he visibly shrank half a meter. You looked after them as they followed the doctor to Tommy’s room and you were left alone in the waiting room.

It didn’t take more than 10 minutes before the doctor walked back into the waiting room. You were wondering why Arthur and John wasn’t with him so you stood up. He approached you and you saw how his glasses were crocked on his face and his coat was very wrinkled around the collar.

“M-miss? Mr. Shelby wants to see you.” You walked up to him as fast as possible and you were sure you saw him flinch when you stopped. So, which one of the ‘Mr. Shelbys’ had threatened him? You gestured for him to lead the way and you were led down a long hallway with many rooms full of patients. Nurses walked back and forward and eyed you as you went down and stood in front of a door.

“They are in there. Good day to you.” The doctor disappeared down the hall before you got to look at him. Eagerly you opened the door and almost slammed it into the wall. The room was small with only a single bed. Some of the rooms you passed had 6 beds so Tommy got special treatment. Good. John was sat on a chair next to the bed, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Arthur stood near the window and looked out on the streets. You didn’t know why but you were afraid of looking at the bed. You were suddenly afraid of what you would see and how bad he was hurt. You couldn’t remember where the bullet hit him or how long it took for you to get to the hospital. Was he near dead? Did he barely survive? Could he still go die on you? So many horrible things went through your anxious brain instead of actually looking at Tommy and see if he was alright. Luckily the sound of his voice brought you to finally look up.

“Y/n?” He mumbled your name but the sound of it dragged you towards him in the bed. He was lying in a position that looked too much like how people were laid in a coffin. He lay very still and with his hands folded on top of his stomach. As you stood next to the bed his head fell to the side in a tiring way and he opened his eyes slowly to look at you. You could feel the tears pressing on as a little smile tugged in his lips for a second before he relaxed again and closed his eyes. You were afraid of hurting him, still not remembering where he was hit, so you sat down very slowly on the edge on the bed. His brothers both stared at you as you put your hand on top of his folded ones. He quickly took your hand and caressed it with his thumb.

“I’m all right. Nothing I haven’t tried before.” Tommy said quietly. There was a long pause afterwards where the two of you only existed in your own little bubble. You sniffled when the tears started to fall and Tommy opened his eyes again.

“Y/n. You said my name. You shouted my name.” He lifted his hand from yours and reached out for your face. You leaned in so that he could caress your cheek. It was so uncharacteristic of him to show this kind of affection when anyone was nearby. You looked at Arthur out of the corner of your eye and he was staring at you.

“Can you please… say my name again?” Tommy whispered. You took a unsteady breath as you tried to wrap your head around actually speaking again. You couldn’t. You didn’t know how you did it back then. Maybe it was the panic that made your brain forget all the voices that have kept you quiet for so long. You wanted to switch them off for Tommy again but you just couldn’t. The fact that you couldn’t do that one little thing he asked of you when he was in a hospital bed made you feel so useless. They would all be better off without you. You weren’t useful for anyone.

“Please.” He whispered and you pulled away from his touch. You couldn’t let him touch you now that you couldn’t give him everything he deserved. You didn’t deserve him. You shook your head and almost started bowling which suddenly made Tommy hyper aware. He defied his pain to actually pull himself up in a half sitting position, leaning against the wall. His quilt fell down and reviled his ribcage covered in bandages. John quickly jumped from the chair as you backed away.

“Tommy. Take it easy, will ya?” John said with a frown, as he adjusted Tommy’s pillow behind him.

“Will you please leave?” Tommy said a little louder than he did before. His voice was raspy but still strong considering what he has been through. John looked almost insulted but he didn’t get so say anything before Tommy scowled at him.

“Get out. You too Arthur!” He growled and the two brothers took their time to get to the door but eventually they left. Not without giving you a side glare first though. It felt like an eternity side you were alone with Tommy. It was actually only the morning before that you woke up in Tommy’s arms.

Tommy didn’t say anything but gave you time to calm down again. Even though the sight of him with bandages and heavy bags under his eyes wasn’t something that you were used to, it was always very calming being around him. You slowly stopped the tears from falling and when the only disturbance in your breath was small hiccups, Tommy reached out a hand for you. An invitation. You walked to him and let him pull you closer to him. You ended up sitting next to him in the bed. You made sure not to touch the bandages as he let you rest your head on his shoulder. A strong arm around your waist.

“It’s hard to see you struggling, but you have no idea how much it meant to me, that you called out my name. The sound of your voice surprised me so much that for a minute I forgot that it hurts to be shot.” He made a struggled sound that might have been a laugher if it didn’t hurt him to laugh.

“I was hoping that you would be able to speak now. That you finally prevailed whatever you are fighting with. I guess it’s not that simple.” He squeezed you a little closer and kissed your forehead. He was so gentle it was hard to imagine that he was a raging mad mafia boss with war trauma.

“It doesn’t matter. Now we know that you can do it. We’ll work through it. Together. If we just move forward slowly. If you will just take small steps. Small steps. Will you do that? For me?” His voice lowered to almost a whisper in the end but you we touched by every word. You didn’t know how aware Tommy was about your struggles. How you felt dealing with them. It made your heart swell ten times for the man and also made you determent and nod to his question. You would do it for him if not for yourself. That was also why you bend your neck so your lips almost touched his ear.

“Yes Tommy.” You said very silently, but not yet a whisper. You wanted him to her your voice because he deserved it and he begged for it. He stiffened for a moment as the realization hit him. He turned to you with gleaming eyes and looked from your eyes to your lips. Before you started to overthink anything you gave him the acceptance and leaned in. He met you halfway and first gave you a soft peck on your lips. But when he knew that it was okay he finally deepened the kiss and gave you the fullest he was able to in his state. He drew you closer so that you were almost pulled half on top of him. His free hand grabbing your leg and caressed the skin exposed from the dress creeping up over your knees.

“Mr. Shelby, you need to…” The moment was ruined in an instant as a young nurse appeared in the doorway. She stopped when she saw the two of you. You pulled away quickly, which only made your leg that was half draped over Tommy, touch the side of his ribs that was bandaged. He hissed in pain and the nurse jump to him but Tommy was furious.

“GET OUT! GET OUT!” He shouted at her. The nurse stuttered and almost fell over her own feet as she turned and ran out the door, slamming it after her. Tommy huffed angrily and you stood facing the window, too embarrassed to look at him again. Someone caught you being all over him. What didn’t that make you look like? He got shot and was fighting for his life. He was still in pain and here you were in his bed, half on top of him and hurt him in the doing.

“Y/n. Come here.” He was still huffing in pain but you turned to him, still looking at the floor and the arms crossed.

“It’s not your fault someone shot me and it hurt like hell. I want to enjoy your company a bit longer before I have to rest. Please come here.” He was holding out his hand to you and you accepted it even though you still felt a little embarrassed. He pulled you in and you sat down again next to him. You made sure that you didn’t end in the same position again by sitting up a bit straighter, so that Tommy’s couldn’t reach up. He sighed and rested his head on your cheat. You ran your hair thought his very untamed hair like it was a reflex.

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You weren’t much for leaving Tommy there but Arthur stayed behind with him while you drove home to Birmingham with John. It was weird as the sun was beginning to rise and it was kind of dark. You didn’t know what to feel about being alone in the dark with John. He wasn’t a danger, you knew that, but he wasn’t tommy either. He didn’t say much for a long while. He kept his eyes on the road and he kept a toothpick in his mouth that he moved from side to side once in a while.

“I heard you shout.” He suddenly said out of the blue. You turned to look at him but he still just kept his eyes on the road. What did he except from you then? That you randomly started to chat like you never stopped? The uncertainty made you uncomfortable so you just stared out on the road.

“I get it, you know. The adrenaline. It can make someone do things they never think they would ever do. We’ve all done that. Even though I don’t understand you completely, I think you are good for Tommy. He seems very happy.” You hadn’t seen John as the sentimental type, but you guess he had a side to him. He did have both a wife and children of course. Tommy had told you, in one of many conversations in the bedroom, that John’s first wife died while they were in France and Esme was his second wife. He even tried to marry Lizzie but Tommy didn’t want that for some reason. John must know about love and how it felt. Maybe he saw something in the two of you. It made you hopeful and you smiled to yourself. John finally squinted at you and you saw how he started to smile too.

“You all right, ey. Just don’t forget who we are. What happened to Tommy tonight will be attempted many times over. But after what I saw you do, I think you are able to handle it. But always be aware.”

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It felt strange when you got home to the Shelby residence and Polly was there to greet you. She walked right pass John and engulfed you in a hug that you were not prepared for. You stiffened completely and counted until she loosened her grip on you and gentle grabbed your face.

“I’m so sorry that you were dragged into all this shit again.” She said and glared in John’s direction.

“Tommy was the one they shot at.” John grunted as he lit a cigarette.

“Oh Tommy is already full of holes. I’m not far from imagining Whiskey will escape his body through bullet holes soon enough.” Polly sighed and took a look down your body.

“You need to take a long and relaxing bath, my dear. You just stay in Tommy’s room for now. I’m sure he will appreciate that you are here when he comes home.” He pushed you gently towards the stairs and you started walking up slowly and slightly confused about the very motherly greeting you just experienced. Polly left to the join John in the other room and you stopped on the stairs as you heard her talk to him in a very low voice.

“Did she really do it? She doesn’t seem very agitated.”

“I pulled her away from the poor bastards. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would have pulled them to pieces. Limb for limb.” John laughed and Polly shushed him.

“I know her story but I’m just having a hard time imagining her going berserk like that. But I guess if she’s pushed too far...” You didn’t want to here anymore about their thoughts of you so you walked the rest of the way up the stairs as quietly as possible. You didn’t need to start doubting yourself any more than you already did. You went into Tommy’s room and it was strange to be there alone. You say on his bed for a while just sitting, not knowing what to do with yourself. Then you remembered that Polly had told you to take a bath. You went into Tommy’s wash room. The smell of his cologne hang heavy in the air. You went to the tub and started filling it with water. The water was not very warm but it was the middle of the night so it must have been a long time since someone put coal in the boiler. Touching the water to feel the temperature you finally took a look down at yourself. Your sleeves on the beautiful long dress were stained crimson. Slashes of red covered the skirt and you immediately started shaking. You always thought about how you looked and presented yourself. How could you have gone around for so long smeared in blood? What did people not think of you? But then you remembered that you actually killed someone… again. The unsettling feeling or horror and realization finally hit you and you felt numb as you pulled off the dress and let yourself sink into the water. You stayed there until the water was icy cold.

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You didn’t sleep at all. You had tried to settle down in Tommy’s bed but it felt wrong being there alone. You had left the water when your teeth started to clatter. When the sun started to rise you started to get up and realized that the only clothing you had at Tommy’s place was the sleepwear and the bloodied dress. You put on the night dress and felt guilty for roaming Tommy’s closet for a white button up to put on over the dress. At least you were a bit covered up. You went downstairs to see if anyone was awake. You hoped to find Polly or maybe Ada. They could maybe get some of your clothing from your apartment so you could get ready to work. You half stumbled down the stairs, realizing how exhausted you were, when Polly walked out the sitting room, already dressed.

“Oh y/n. Why are you up already?” She asked and looked a little worried. You pointed to the door that led to the office building and she frowned at you.

“You are not going to work. You should be in bed and get some rest on top of the night you have just had. I will send someone to get you some clothing. Go back to bed.” She sounded like a concerned mother but at the same time vert demanding. You didn’t want to fight and really wasn’t able to, so you turned around and went up the stairs again. You lie down and a moment later a maid came to collect your dress. You pointed at the wash room and she bowed for you before disappearing out there. You could hear how she gasped when she saw the state of your dress. You drew the duvet further over your head until she disappeared again. A little later Polly came up with some food and assured you that you should stay in bed. You really wanted to tell her that you didn’t want to be alone, but even though you had been able to say a few words, you still couldn’t make yourself speak to Polly. Maybe not yet.

You didn’t know how many hours you had been either laying around in the bed or walking around studying every single thing in Tommy’s room. His war photo was framed and was on the table next to the sofa along with his multi coloured liquor bottle. He was very handsome in his uniform but there was a certain stiffness in his posture that he didn’t have anymore. It was like he was much more carefree in the time you have known him. Or maybe not carefree, but… free. You took the frame and dusted it off with your fingertips and took it with you to the bed. You didn’t know why you liked it so much. It didn’t look like your Tommy but you wouldn’t mind seeing your Tommy in a uniform.

“Having fun without me?” The ruff voice came from the doorway and in came Tommy limping with a crutch under one arm and Arthur under the other. They shuffled around so much that you could understand how you hadn’t heard them get up the stairs. Maybe it was the comfort of Tommy’s room that made you feel so secure that you wasn’t hyper aware of every little sound. You hadn’t thought about that before then. You hurriedly stood up and walked towards him. Them. Arthur was there too. You let Arthur place Tommy down on the bed and Tommy hissed in pain as he hit the soft mattress. You took the crutch and placed it next to the bed.

“Take care of him.” Arthur said and inhaled sharply. He was looking the other way like he was trying to hide his face that showed whatever feeling that was behind those words. You nodded but he didn’t look your way before he was out of the door. You turned all of your attention to Tommy that was trying to lift his legs up onto the bed but the pain was clear on his face.

“Let me help you.” You said without thinking and Tommy stopped all movement and he widened his eyes.

“I can’t get use to you speaking to me.” He mumbled and even thought you knew it wasn’t meant to be negative, you couldn’t stop your body from reacting. You breathed in sharply and Tommy noticed.

“That came out wrong. I love hearing your voice. It works better than any medicine they gave me in that shitty hospital. The shortage of medication so many years after the war is still ghastly.” You helped Tommy get his legs up on the bed so that he could lie down. You were very careful and went slower every time the frown on his face deepened. You put a pillow behind his back as he leaned against the headboard. You went to the other side of the bed as Tommy picked up the framed picture of him.

“Were you that lonely?” He said with a hint of a laugher and you blushed. You weren’t embarrassed that you had taken the photography but what he might be suggestion you had done with it made it…

“I’m kidding. Come here.” He made a strained sound as he reached over and placed the framed photo one the nightstand. You shuffled close to him on the bed and let him drag you into his side. You made sure not to touch the area around the bullet wound and put your hand in his chest instead. He apparently took it as an invitation and went for a kiss. It surprised you with the suddenness and you instinctively moved away from him. He frowned by your actions and you regretted it immediately.

“I’m sorry I just thought that maybe now…” He trailed off. He started to remove his arm from around you but you grabbed him before he could move away further. You snuggled your head into his chest and tried to hold onto him without actually hurting him.

“No I’m sorry. It’s a habit.” You mumbled into his shirt. He hummed at that and you could feel the vibration in his chest.

“Keep that habit, because men are pigs. But I can be the exception.” You let Tommy lift up your head and he attached his lips to your again. This time you just let it happened and melted into him like you had done that for years. It felt strangely normal and okay even though you couldn’t remember the last time you had been intimate in any way with anyone. A feeling of belonging came over you as Tommy deepened the kiss as much as he could in the awkward angle you were kept in, because of his bullet wound. The bullet wound…

“Tommy?” You pulled away from him and the sight of him licking his upper lip almost made your brain go numb for a second and you forgot your question. Tommy noticed how intensely you were watching him and he chuckled. It made you snap back and you looked down at your hands that Tommy had intertwined slowly doing the kiss. You collected your thoughts and tried to figure out the longest sentence you had said in many years. The anxiety was still lingering over you, even though you felt comfortable with Tommy.

“How are we going to get back at Mick King?” Tommy stiffened a little but he just huffed and relaxed again.

“Don’t you worry about that. That is my job to figure out.”

“Did Arthur tell you what I did?” You asked quietly.

“…Yeah he did.” Tommy said with no hint of disgust but not any hint of any other emotion. He was hard to read sometimes.

“I remember stuff from back then now.” The both of you became quiet for a long moment. Tommy squeezed your sides a little in a comforting manner.

“The day I got here… I overheard Polly call me useful. Was that because of what happened… back then?” Tommy’s thumb was rubbing calming circles on the back of your hand but he remained silent.

“Tommy… Tell me.”

“Yes... Yes, Mrs. Langston told us your story and that was why Polly wanted to take you in. But you didn’t show that side of you. Not before…”

“They hurt you Tommy.” You explain yourself, interrupting Tommy that huffed.

“It was very dangerous what you did and even though you have proved you can take care of yourself I don’t want you to bring yourself in that kind of danger again, okay? That’s an order.” Now it was your time to huff.

“Let’s leave it here. I’m tired and you shouldn’t think about revenge.” Tommy said and before you knew it you were kissing again. This time you were more prepared and let him take the control. You really didn’t want to hurt him, but you trusted him to stop when it hurts. He pulled you on top of his lap and you could feel your own body react to his hands that slowly ran up and down your sides. You held onto the back of his neck to pull yourself closer to him and bit down his button lip. He growled like an animal and his breath became heavier.

“I’m gonna hurt myself if we don’t take it slow.” He acknowledged and you nodded. And in that moment when your forehead touched Tommy’s, you knew you were not only going to fight for that man, you were going to fight beside him, even if he wanted it or not. You were going to get your revenge and just the taste of the word was sweet to you. You just hoped that you could actually control your inner demon and never hurt anyone of those you loved.

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[shelby-love]

JAY HALSTEAD

“Take the shot.”

Requested: no

Prompts: none

Warnings: angsty?

Authors note: /

"You don't go in until I say you go in, understand?" Your Sargeant paces in front of you. Everyone in your team is standing next to each other while they wait for other detailed instructions. "Halstead you're with Lindsay. Dawson you're with Y/LN. Olinsky and Ruzek I'll meet you in the back. Everybody if you get shot, you take the shot and we'll get you to the hospital before you die. I want that man dead and I want him dead today do you understand me?"

Everyone let's out a series of yes Sargeant before Voight dismisses you and you all pile up in the cars. You're about to follow Antonio to the car when you feel someone's grip on your forearm. "Be careful out there okay?" Jay looks at you with an uneasy look in his eyes, because he won't be able to cover you today. You used to be partners, but then Voight found out about you two and had to separate you and give you different partners. He didn't want to do it but everyone outside the unit has been pressuring him to do so.

"You take care too." You press your lips to his before pulling away and giving his vest a slap. "Make sure to get shot there." A shot in the vest will hurt and bruise for sure but it's better than having a gun stuck in your arm or something.

"Love you," He winks playfully, kisses you once more and dissappears into his car.

"Do not worry Y/N I'll keep him safe," Erin appears by your side and gives your shoulder a squeeze. You smile at her, "Oh what would I do without you Erin?"

Erin grins and opens her mouth to say something more but a car horn startles her and she runs to join Jay in the car. Annoyed because of the interruption you hop into the car. "Has your wife ever told you that's its not smart to interrupt women talking?"

Antonio casually starts the car and pulls onto the road with ease. "Yes she has but I think I have every right to interrupt two detectives who are talking instead of moving their asses to arrest a serious drug dealer."

"Alright you've got a point Antonio. You've got a point."

***

Antonio and you lean against the wall of the warehouse and wait for Voight to give you the green light so you can bust the door open. There's come kind of commotion going inside but none of them are caused by the police.

"Our side is clear," You hear Erin say in the intern. Antonio meets your eyes and shakes his head. You grip your gun in your hands and wait for the green light. Just as you're about to ask what's going on shots are fired and the commotion inside is at full blast.

"DAWSON, Y/LN GO GO GO!" Voight's loud voice gives you the impression that not everything is going by the plan he had in mind. Please be safe Jay. You think before Antiono busts the door open and the two of you join the loud party in the warehouse.

With your gun in front of you, you and Antiono enter the empty part of the warehouse. Shots can still be heard but just not where you are. The two of you share a look, Antiono brings two fingers in front of him and points to the right side. You nod and start walking in that direction. You notice the drugs on the table in the middle and calculate: there must be at least 45 pounds of heroin and God only knows how much more there is hidden somewhere in the warehouse.

You try to focus on the sounds from around you but there's just so many of them that aren't near you. You've spun around at least dozens of different times because you felt like the shots were behind you. Just as you're about to speak into your radio that your side is clear a man appears behind a big stack wodden pallets and aims his gun towards you. You duck and crouch behind other pallets and avoid the several bullets he sent your way. With calculated movement you stand up and shoot two bullets at him. He missed the second one but the first one went through his shoulder. The man yelps but doesn't give up as he continues to shoot his fire and then runs.

You run after him with your gun still in your hands, aimed at whoevers in front of you. You continue to chase him through rows and rows of different stocked product in the warehouse. The lights go down several different times but you're still hot on his tail.

The lights go down once more and you take a turn but stumble onto something that makes you trip. Crouching down you feel someone's leg. Thinking of the worst you quickly move your hand up and feel a police officer's badge. You radio immediately and press your two fingers to the officers neck. While checking for the man's pulse you notice his very long beard. He's not Jay. "Officer down! I repeat officer down, shots fired by offenders roll in an ambulance 34 22 West Lincoln!"

The man you shot appears behind you and kicks you down. You can't make him out because of the dark so you take out your gun from your holster but once he strikes your stomach unexpectedly with his leg the gun falls from your hold. You decide to grab his leg and pull him down with you. You hear his gun fall to the floor and even in the dark you know that he's having trouble finding it. You regain yourself quickly and pounce at him. Before you can give him a punch that will knock him out cold the lights go on and at that moment he manages to slam his head against yours. You fall on your back but you're quick to jump on him once again to stop him from grabbing the gun.

The next movements are so fast and blurry that you don't even remember them. A fight for a gun on the floor always ends in someone dead. The gun was lost in the fight but somehow the man got it to fire a bullet into your leg. He took your moment of pain to get on top of you. The blood pouring from his shoulder dripped onto your face as he punched you with his healthy hand. You remember the officer that's unconcios on the ground next to you. There's a gun in his holster.

Even though you're in a lot of pain because the bullet and his wobbly punches you still managed to gather strength in your arms to push him off by pressing his gunshot wound harshly. With him off of you you turn and grab the officers gun and without a second thought you send a bullet to the offenders head before all of your strength leaves your body. Now there's only the pain of the stinging punches and a busted lip alongside a bullet in your leg. You grab your radio before you loose consciousness, "Offender down, shot fired by police. Officer down... Jay?"

"Y/N?" His voice is heard in the radio. Shots seem to become less frequent, "Where are you? Are you okay?"

Before your eyes close you see his face hovering over you. Scared of the thought that your brain might be messing with you because of the blood loss you put your hand up to make sure his face is really real. To make sure he's really here with you. "Stay with me baby, stay with me. Y/N look at me... WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT AMBULANCE?"

Your eyes close.

***

Paramedics that arrived on the scene push through the ED with Jay behind them. "Y/N?" Maggie takes in your state before she snaps out of it and focuses at her job, "Dr. Choi gunshot victim, trauma 3! Talk to me Kourtney," Maggie tells the paramedics.

"Y/N Y/LN, a 24 year old female. Gunshot wound to the leg from a three feet distance by a 9 millimeter pistol, sevear blood loss. She's been in and out consciousness, her vitals seem to be okay. Blood pressure fell down rapidly while we were in the ambo but we managed to stabilize it."

"Alright I'll take it from here." Dr. Choi says. "We transfer her on my count! One, two, three!"

"Jay?" Your eyes feel wobbly as you pry them open, "Where's Jay?"

"Y/N take it easy and don't move," Dr. Choi instructs before he takes the medical supplies he needs. He cuts your jeans slowly so he can see the wound better. It hasn't stopped bleeding yet. "We need to call the blood bank for... What's her blood type?"

"O positive," Jay appears by the door and answers immediately. Will joins Dr. Choi the moment Jay answers.

"April you know what to do," April dissappears to order the blood.

There's a lot of voices around you and a lot of bodies but none of them belong to Jay. "Jay?"

"Hang on tight Y/N you're gonna be okay," Will tries to reassure you but fails. When he notices the problems Jay seems to be making in the hall he leaves to comfront his brother - your boyfriend. "Jay you need to calm down and let us do our job! She'll be alright trust me, just stay outside."

"I see an entrance wound but no exit wound. The bullets still in there and I think it scraped a major artery and that's why she's bleeding continuously. Y/N can you move your foot for me?"

You do as doctor Choi says and move your foot in the motions he tells you, the pain of moving it is harsh and you whimper. "Let's get a an x-ray, CT and MRI. We need to do a neurovascular exam and a few blood tests to see her overall condition and we need to get her to the OR once we stabilize her bleeding. April sedate her and page doctor Rhodes for me."

"You'll be okay Y/N." April says and that's the last thing you hear before you fall unconscious.

***

Everyone from the Intelligence is sitting in the waiting room and waiting for Doctor Rhodes to finish the surgery. Will made sure to tell them how optimistic he, doctor Choi and doctor Rhodes were about your contidion. It calmed down 90% of your unit but not Antonio and most importantly not Jay. Antonio blamed himself for sending you there alone. He felt like a terrible partner and a terrible friend.

Jay on the other hand. He didn't feel bad. He felt angry. Angry with himself. With the fact that he let Voight separate you two, he always had your back.

"Jay?"

He would always go in there with a gun in his hands and two thoughts in mind - to catch the bad guys and protect you because nothing mattered to him if you weren't safe. If he was there with you nothing would've happened, he wouldn't let it happen.

"Jay... Hey dude."

But he wasn't there.

"Jay calm down!"

And now you were in there alone and in pain.

Two strong hands halted Jay from his movements and stopped his rigid pacing. "She's going to be alright, you hear me? She's going to pull through. This isn't your fault."

"Isn't my fault?" Jay exclaimed and took a step back. "I was supposed to protect her! I'm her fucking boyfriend, I was supposed to have her back and prevent this from happening! Now she's in there and God knows if she'll-" No, she can't die. She won't.

"Jay-" The doors of the OR open at that exact moment and Connor Rhodes steps out with a smile.

"She pulled through like the champ she is," He announced. "Once she's transferred upstairs you can pay her a visit."

Everyone let out a relieved breath and smiled. Of course she pulled through, she's Y/N fucking Y/LN. Jay crouched down and nested his head in his hands. She's okay. Connor gave Jay's back a slap and left to the ED.

After an hour Jay still sat next to you on a chair and carresed your hand. You were still out because of the medication they gave you but it was now fading away enough for you to open your eyes. Before he noticed that you were awake you had a few seconds to admire his profile. Even with his worried yet relieved expression he was the most beautiful man on earth. He noticed you being awake and immediately smiled. You admired his smile too and flashed him one in return. Your smile was probably a bit woozy because of the meds but who cares. He doesn't, that's for sure.

"You're awake," He said and kissed your lips softly before twining your hands together and kissing your knuckles. Your kunckles were a bit colorful because you used them to fight but he didn't seemed to mind at all.

Remembering what you told him this morning before you went to the warehouse you say, "I'm sorry I got shot in the leg instead of that dammed vest."

A chuckle escaped his lips, "I love you."

The lines on the monitor spiked up drastically at his words. Drastically enough that when Will came in the room he was shocked to see your heartbeat like that. "Y/N are you okay?"

You said nothing but the pink that was tinting your cheeks gave everything away. "What did you say to her Jay?"

"Will you're my brother but the romantic things I say to her are kind of our private business." Your cheeks flushed even more and your heart spiked up even more. Will cheekily smiled and put his hands up mocking surrender. "Alright. I'll leave you love birds to it then."

Once he was out of the room you and Jay looked at each other.

"I love you to Jay."

[abitscrewystein]

Metal On The Brain

A rework of an old one-shot!

Warnings for: Blood Self-experimentation Self-harm Depression Separation anxiety Intrusive thoughts Trauma Hallucinations Heavy dissociation

The majority of the fight was a blur for him. He should have been more careful, thought through it more thoroughly. He should have factored in the sudden rainstorm that had passed only a half an hour ago. Marie was worried, he could feel that much from her soul alone.

The kishin egg they were hunting looked just as unsightly as the rest he’d faced thus far. In all, including those he collected with his previous partner, he had captured a hundred and twenty-five. This would end just as the rest had. They would stop its rampage, collect its soul, and move on.

He was only eighteen, even then only barely. Marie, his current weapon partner, was only a month or so younger than him.

The thing was about as high as a two-story building, bearing claws and jagged teeth, its flesh just barely clinging to its bones. Its spine jutted out like cracked spikes, only putting more strain on its already-stretched flesh. Disgusting, but he’d still enjoy tearing it apart.

He was angry. He should have listened when Marie suggested they take a while for him to calm down. He didn’t listen, and he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Any time he looked into her eye.

He glared up at the creature and took note of all the data present.

Blind bloodlust; Advantage to Stein Large equates to slow; Advantage to Stein It had rained; Disadvantage to both sides He was angry; Advantage to the kishin

It had eaten so many souls by this point that it had begun to go berserk. When it finally noticed Stein, its full attention was turned from its intended victim. Stein rolled his head, cracking the joints, adjusting the grip on his weapon. Not loose enough. Too tense. Too angry. 

He’d lost all that work for what? Some woman Spirit won’t last a year with. Damn that woman.

Stein charged the beast, using his advantages. His speed, delayed reaction response from the kishin. He was able to keep most of his friction on the ground, making a conscious effort to step on the drier of stones in the cobble street. He slammed his weapon into the back of what might have been a knee once and jumps back as the thing tumbles to the ground.

It would have been the perfect position, but there was one problem. He misread it. It wasn’t as slow as he thought it would be.

It backhanded him, like swatting a fly. Humiliating. Degrading. Taunting. The young meister flew through the window of a crumbling shop and slammed into the counter. He wishes he’d have woken up faster, that he’d come to his senses quicker. That wasn’t the case.

When his eyes opened he saw Marie, kneeled in front of him, worriedly looking him over. He had plenty of glass embedded in his back, and what he’d guessed to be at least a mild concussion. He groaned, his eyes finally coming back into focus.

Some part of him wished that they hadn’t. He saw the kishin’s hand —at least seven feet in length— reaching in through the broken window. Stein tried to reach out, push Marie out of the way, try to tell her to change back into her weapon form. Too late. Too slow. Not enough time.

It grabbed her by the head, dragging her outside. It held her daintily, taunting him as he staggered and nearly tripped over the edge of the window. He warped his wavelength, felt it buzzing under his skin, ready to send a burst of force into the creature. Too late. Again.

He felt his stomach churn as one of its claws stabbed through her eye. Popped like a grape. He still remembers her scream, echoes of a nightmare of a mistake. One damn mistake, one miscalculation, one stupid decision, and there she was. Hanging from its claws, passed out, tears streaming from her remaining eye.

He jumped onto its back, grabbing those spikes of bone and tearing across the skin with his charged wavelength. Its arms were long enough to grab him as well. Another miscalculation. Too much anger, not enough room to process before the fight. 

Stein grimaced, feeling its bladed claws slice easily through his clothes and his flesh. Agony. Marie. Rain, water, pain. Pain. PAIN— No! Think. Strategize. Rationalize. Where did it hit me? Concussion... Abdomen, chest, back. Metal claws. Metal.

He took a breath as far as he could considering the grip the thing had on him, and reached inward. His wavelength surged, crackling with energy saved from Marie’s own soul. The blast was more than enough to shatter its hand and make it drop his partner.

Another wound to add to the count. Sprained ankle, potentially fractured talus and metatarsal bones. A shockwave of pain shooting through his leg. Can’t stop. It wasn’t dead yet, and he only barely caught Marie before she would have hit the ground.

He set her down and dodged an angry swipe above his head. He grabbed onto its wrist and ran up its arm. Good thing he always keeps something extra. A scalpel. Versatile, small, easy to conceal. Easy to use, as well. It’s quick enough to slice across the kishin’s throat.

Stein staggered and fell when he hit the ground, the monster’s form dissipating and compressing until it was nothing more than a floating red orb. That was far less important than making sure his weapon partner wasn’t dead. He couldn’t lose another one, not so quickly after losing the first.

Once he had confirmed she was alive, he promptly passed out.

He was vaguely aware as agents from the DWMA came to collect them, the lights of an ambulance, hospital ceilings. All covered by a hazy, painless fog. All he could think of was Marie. Was she alright? Would she live? Considering his rather extensive wounds, he probably should have been wondering about himself as well.

When Stein was finally somewhat lucid —at least for his standards— he noted that his bed was next to Marie’s. The nurse explained that she’d been asking about him, exasperated and worried. He learned he’d been asleep for nearly a week. Understandable. Bodies need time to heal, and do so best when resting. If he hadn’t been asleep, he probably would have made it harder on himself. He hated doing nothing.

They stayed in the hospital for quite some time, though Marie was discharged earlier. She spent most of her time with him, quietly muttering apologies when she thought he was asleep. Why would she feel guilty? Why did he feel guilty?

Weapons are trained and willing to die for their meisters. How fucked up is that...

Worse than that, how could she forgive him? He was reckless, he lost her an eye because he was angry and didn’t listen to her. It was her. She was always there for him, always willing to help. Stabilize, quiet the insanity of his internal dialogue. She wasn’t afraid of him. He couldn’t blame her, really, she’s an incredibly powerful weapon. Named for the legendary Mjolnir. Though, she’s a tonfa. Not a hammer.

She made his recovery easier. She brought him food, helped him remember how to laugh and smile. Sort of. He could still feel the weight of everything in his chest. For the first time in his life, he regretted his actions. It was a disturbing new feeling, and he hated it.

He started getting anxious when she left to do other things. Fell into dissociative states, filled with anxiety at the lack of her presence. A doctor and two nurses ended up rather bruised, and he ended up strapped to his cot. Frustrating. Annoying. Too many memories. Something could happen. Anything could happen to her, and he would be helpless. Useless. Pathetic.

Of course, nothing happened. She would come back, same as always, worried when she noted his distress. There was something else, though. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe she was finally getting tired of it. Tired of his constant panic attacks when she would leave. When he would beg her to stay just a little longer.

It was such a relief when he was discharged. He didn’t want to go back to his apartment with her. There was a pang of overwhelming guilt when he looked her in the eyes. Eye. One eye.

He started to take missions more seriously. Controlled himself, though only barely. He slipped back into other old habits, instead. Finding animals to gut. Gouge. Slice. It felt... helpful.

He made her a Death Scythe at twenty-two. He was proud, more so of her than himself. They were a team, but she consumed the souls. She absorbed their power, something he could never imagine doing. He took some pride in his work, but he was more happy for her. What he felt for himself was... Fear.

What would he do? She was going to be transferred to Oceania. She told him she wanted something simple, something easy. As if life for anyone from the academy would be either of those things. Still, he told her to go, that he was happy for her, that he’d be fine. He was lying.

Stein found himself with random episodes of anxiety. Voices creeping around in the shadows of their now-empty apartment. Everything about those rooms was wrong, now that she was gone. It was too lacking. She’d brought most of the furniture with her, which made sense. Most of it was hers anyway, not really his style.

When he tried to ignore his emotions, the anxiety, the depression, they just came back stronger. He had no one to go to. Spirit was married, they had a daughter back when they first got together. So young. Not to mention, Spirit was terrified of him and his wife always glared daggers when he saw them.

He had to stop thinking about her. She’d send him emails, voicemails, which he started to ignore until she just stopped. Somehow, that made it even worse. He couldn’t get any of it out of his head. He needed a barrier. Something, anything to make it better.

He moved out. Bought some broken-down building with what he’d saved up. He busied himself, fixing it up. No one really came out there, so it was perfect for a man hiding from everything. A hermit. Closed off in more ways than one. He refused the offers from Lord Death to keep working for him. Finished several degrees online.

It kept getting worse. He kept getting worse.

He needed a barrier. Something between him and the rest of the hell in his head. Finally, after four years without her, without anyone... He snapped. The walls warped around him, his vision swam, his head was filled with images. Blood. He needed blood. No one to slice, no one to alter. No experiments to carry out.

He pushed himself into a corner, heaving breaths that felt like lead. His stomach churned, the whispers didn’t stop. He wanted it to stop. Needed it to stop. He stumbled as he stood up, leaning on the wall as he walked. He wasn’t quite sure where he was going. He could stop it. He had to.

It’s all in your head. All in your head. In your head. Something between me and my mind. In my head.

“In my head.”

He’d collected enough scrap metal for another hobby, made little trinkets and gadgets. He found something that seemed fitting. Ironic. An oversized screw. He had plenty of medical supplies —dubiously acquired— . Drugs, sutures, stitches, scalpels, pliers, bandages...

He spent so long in that over-lit operating room tearing himself apart. Putting himself back together. Pull apart. Stitch together. Over and over and over. Gave himself several more scars. The last of which was heavy and metal. He’s not sure how he survived. Maybe his soul was too spiteful to let him die.

That was something else, entirely. Altering his own soul. That’s something he doubts he’ll ever remember. He didn’t record it, didn’t take notes. Couldn’t, really. He could hardly breathe, much less speak. It was all so oddly numb but fascinating to watch, see his own blood pooling beneath him.

When he came back from the brink, he noted the mirrors. So many of them propped up everywhere, just so that he could operate on himself. He studied his reflection, his hazy eyes, the fresh stitches across his face and his chest and his arm. The moment he saw the screw embedded in his head was the moment he fled from his body. It felt like a camera had zoomed out to show him his broken flesh.

Somehow, he survived. Lord Death called on him, said he saw what happened. The shinigami insisted he continue working for the DWMA, if only to keep himself in check. He could run the lab like a clinic, if people dared to go inside. Mostly he did autopsies.

He adjusted. He got used to the occasional migraines, found that turning the screw readjusted his thought process. It became a strange little habit, but one he felt calming and helpful. He began to enjoy himself again, just a little bit, a new spark in his life.

Or in someone else’s lack of life. Poor Sid, someone he remembered from school. Stein hadn’t interacted much with the other students, but Sid was a good man. A good a person as any for such an odd experiment. Even if it was commissioned by Lord Death. A human soul and a corpse was an odd package to find on his doorstep. Never a dull moment, he supposed.

He had some fun tormenting those students for their remedial lesson. He remembered how good it felt to be in control, to be intimidating.

Things felt normal. He became a professor. He liked teaching.

Then a witch infiltrated the academy. She woke the kishin, Asura, from his eons-long slumber.

But that’s another story.

[the-salty-asian]

Chapter Three | Inferno

A/n: In conclusion, I suck at fight scenes. I’d love for some feedback/tips on how to write one.

Warnings: Blood, fighting, stitches, language

Summary: There’s not only one but two big villains rampaging the city of Queens.

Word Count: 3.1k

Since his encounter with the man with metal wings, Peter’s crime fighting world had become a lot larger than helping old Dominican ladies and free churros. He had added extra hours to his patrol after Aunt May turned in for the night, only returning to sleep a few hours before school. Despite Mr. Stark’s scolding, Peter was ready to fill the big shoes that awaited him.

It was well into the night, yet the city of Queens was alive regardless of it being a school night. Peter stifled his fifth yawn since he had perched himself on top of an apartment building. He was starting to regret not grabbing a coffee before slipping out his bedroom window. Below him, a firetruck washed the street in red and white light, sirens blaring. Two more followed in its wake. Peter nearly fell off the building’s ledge in excitement.

“Oh shit, oh shit!”

As if on instinct, he shot a web at the street light below and swung to stick the landing on top of the truck’s ladder. The wind pushed against his mask as the truck sped down the busy streets of Queens toward whatever danger there was.

When the fire engine screeched to a halt, Peter gasped at the scene before him. The lower levels of NYPD’s Precinct 103 spilled an orange glow onto the sidewalk surrounding it. Officers and scientists alike were pouring out of the entryways with the thick, black smoke. The firemen went to work dousing the flames with their hoses but it would’ve been hours before the fire would die out. Peter hopped off the truck and ran to get a better look of the upper windows of the building.

Somewhere amidst the crowd an officer cried out, “It’s Spider-Man!”

“Don’t worry I got you guys!”

Peter tied a web from two of the light posts to a safe patch of sidewalk just below the open windows. He tested it with his foot to make sure it would hold for the people on the fourth floor.

He got the attention of a nearby firefighter, “Have them jump down on this!” Every second the firemen prolonged raising the ladder, was another second adding to the collapse of the building.

With that, he rushed head first into the front entrance and was immediately met with a wall of heat. The first floor had almost emptied out save for the few officers Peter helped direct out. When he looked back to double check the building, a shadow caught his eye. Among the flames stood a tall, dark figure. They remained unmoving as the flames licked up the walls around them. Above, the ceiling groaned under the weight of the other three floors. Peter shot a few webs at the support beams in hopes to stabilize it.

“Hey man I gotta get you outta here! It’s not safe!”

The figure turned to reveal cold, unforgiving eyes peeking through a black hood. He outstretched his arm flashing a gadget that was set into his palm. It started to spew fire as he waved his hand over Peter’s general direction. The flames barely grazed Peter as he flipped to put distance between him and the unnamed man, “Woah watch it, buddy!”

He fired his web shooter back in response, the webbing winding itself around the man’s raised hand. His weapon glowed white hot as it burned straight through the webbing. Peter dodged the second round of flames and landed on top of a desk. A small flame had started on his shoulder that he frantically patted away. The eyes of his suit focused on a duffel bag the man gripped in his right hand.

“I don’t think that belongs to you man!”

He shot a web at the bag and yanked it from the man’s grasp. It flew towards him, slamming into his chest with a thud. The temperature around Peter seemed to burn ten degrees higher with the villain’s steel grey eyes glaring at him. He started to step towards him with a slow menacing pace as if he were about to pounce on his prey.

Peter fired a web at him, “Hey man, stay back!”

Another round of flames spewed from his palm and singed the web in mid air. He crossed the distance between them, unbothered by the flames. Before Peter could process, the man had a hand wrapped around his neck and pushed him against the support beam. The metal seared his back causing a cry to involuntarily rip out of his throat. It only spurred the man on, tightening his grip around the boy’s throat. Gasps and sputters fell from his lips as the hooded figure’s steely eyes seemed to look right through the Spiderman mask. Peter’s mind raced with solutions while he was starting to see spots. Weakly he raised his web shooter at his side. The web shot over the man’s shoulder, attaching itself to a work desk. He tugged hard on the web forcing the desk to fly towards them. It slammed into the man’s lower back. His hand released Peter’s neck with a scream of pain. The boy slid down the beam, gulping the smoke tainted air as if it were water. However, there wasn’t much time for him to catch his breath. The hooded man was on his feet in seconds, a new type of rage blazing in his eyes. Peter followed in suit, careful not to catch his new suit on fire.

“You think you’re so slick, kid!?”he snarled. “I’ll show you slick.”

The first punch he threw, Peter was able to dodge quickly but the second one connected right above his eye. Another landed in his side. He desperately jabbed his fist at any body part he could reach. It connected with the man’s stomach causing a grunt to rumble low in his chest. A swell of pride warmed his chest and he smirked beneath his mask. Adrenaline was roaring through his ears as he continued to dodge a couple more throws. They fell into a rhythm of near misses and a few punches here and there. It seemed as though the man was only absorbing the energy waiting for his time to strike. When he discovered Peter’s slip up, his fist attacked his diaphragm. All of the air escaped Peter’s lungs leaving him stunned while the man showed no mercy.His head grew dizzy with pain and fumes as punch after punch found his body. The man’s fist caught Peter’s jaw and he crumpled on the spot. A malicious laugh escaped the lips of his opponent as he struggled to stand. The hooded man wouldn’t have it, he pulled his leg back and aimed right for Peter’s middle. His steel-toed boot connected over and over with Peter’s side. The boy did his best to shield his ribs with his arms knowing there was no possible way for him to get up. When he was satisfied, the man picked up the long forgotten duffel bag and disappeared into the flames.

The familiar, coppery taste of blood had filled Peter’s mouth. It pooled on his tongue and dribbled down his chin as he laid in the fiery wreckage of the precinct. Overhead, the ceiling rumbled, threatening to come down on top of him. His mind willed him to roll onto all fours followed by the creaking and shifting of the floor above him. Peter staggered to his feet and moved just before a chunk of the ceiling crashed down in the spot he had just been in. With the remaining fumes he had, he crashed through the nearest window, his body falling limply onto the pavement. The October night air soothed his aching lungs and chilled the sweat sticking to his suit. Peter brought two shaky fingers to the fabric covering his eyebrow. It was soaked in blood. A throbbing sensation radiated across his face as blood mixed with sweat. The hooded man in black was nowhere to be seen.

Weakly, Peter lifted his web shooter to aim at the nearest building. His muscles screamed at him in protest as he gripped the web for dear life. The pain in his side was growing more unbearable as the adrenaline dwindled away. He wasn’t going to be able to fix this on his own.

While her father was out, wreaking havoc, y/n had bigger fish to fry: like cramming for her calculus test. In the background, a dolled up news lady rambled on about a fire at Precinct 103. Her concentration was soon broken as the window leading to the fire escape flew open and a large duffel bag landed on the living room carpet with a thud. Y/n watched as he clambered through the window after the bag. The delirious grin on his usually grim face made her body tense. She played it off quickly with the turn of a page in her textbook. Out of the corner of her eye, her father stood with his arms crossed expectantly.

“Good day at the office?”

“A fantastic day!” He shoved the bag into her face, the stale scent of money wrinkled her nose. “Look at all of that eh? Say, what do you want for dinner? I’ll buy you whatever you want!”

“I already ate.”she snipped at him.

“Oh come on, sweetheart! Things are starting to look up! I gave it to tha kid pretty good too! He’ll be laid up for a few days I presume.”

Beside her, her phone went off. Y/n’s stomach dropped as her eyes danced over the text.

Peter:

EMERGENCY COME OVER NOW!!

Donovan’s neck stretched to read her text, “Who’s that?”

Instinctively, y/n clutched the screen to her chest. Her mind raced as she quickly thought of a lie that could save her.

“It’s just Liz, she wanted to know if I’d meet her for a coffee.”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes grilling her for the truth. She bit her lip. He only needed to buy it for an hour.

“Vulture’s little girl? I thought you hated her?”

“Well we were able to set aside our differences. Villain’s daughters gotta stick together!.”

Y/n could see him turning the thought over in his head, “I guess it’s ok, as long as you-“

“Bring my knife? Done,”she pulled a smile. “I’ll be home later.”

Donovan’s eyes never left her as she grabbed her knife off the counter and made a gesture of shoving it into her bag. She was out the door before he could change his mind. Across the hall, y/n quietly tested her knuckles on Peter’s door. Within seconds the door was flung open to reveal Peter, eyes brimming with pain and pale with fear.

“Peter!? What happened!?”she feigned a gasp.

Her father’s handy work had stained Peter’s face black and blue, a yellow tint creeped up the side of his neck. Y/n winced at the thought of what damage was hidden underneath his shirt. She also knew what her father was capable of.

“I um- fell down the stairs.”he faked a breathy laugh that was followed with a wince.

“Those are some wicked steps, Parker..”she took his hand in hers and led him towards the bathroom. “Let’s get you all fixed up.”

Y/n settled him on the lid of the toilet, her eyes still drinking in the cuts and bruises that littered his skin. Peter’s eyes had glassed over and she could tell that every breath was a stab in his side, probably some broken ribs.

She tugged at the hem of his shirt, “Can you?”

Peter’s head nodded slowly but the pain in his eyes told her a different story. Y/n felt her heart squeeze in sympathy but she quickly pushed it away, this was her father’s masterpiece, and here she was ruining it. With her help, he gingerly lifted the piece of fabric over his head despite his muscles protests.

A genuine gasp escaped her lips as her eyes roamed the exposed skin. Peter’s torso was stained deep purple and yellow. Her fingers hovered slightly over his chiseled abdomen where it seemed to be the worst. For one thing, Donovan Sinclair loved to kick.

“First aid kit?”

Not a word left his mouth as he limply pointed to the cabinet below the sink. Y/n crouched level with the cabinet’s contents, using its door to steady herself. It didn’t surprise her in the slightest that everything had its own place. In no time she had carefully pulled out the plastic box onto the counter and littered its surface with medical supplies. Peter watched her dig through medical supplies while sucking in long painful breaths.

“This is gonna sting.”

Peter pressed his lips together and nodded for her to continue. Y/n cupped his uncut cheek with her palm and felt the boy lean into her touch. She pressed the cotton hard onto the weeping cut on his cheek. Her eyes fell to his knuckles that had turned white in the places that weren’t weeping red.

“Is your aunt home?”

“No,”he winced as she cleaned the cut above his eye. “She went out with some friends tonight.”

Her fingers grazed the wound earning a sharp breath from Peter. It took a lot of control for her lip not to curl up into a smirk. The feeling shortly died as she surveyed the cut that was stretched slightly by her fingers. Peter’s hand shot up and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. Fear blossomed in her chest at the tight grip that ached around his touch.

“Ow! Can you stop that?”

“Sorry! That’s going to need stitches, Pete. I can take you to the hospital if you-.”

“No,no, no! Y/n, I can’t go to a hospital! May will kill me!”

“Alright, alright calm down. I’ll do them.”

Peter’s eyes widened, “Do you know how to do stitches?”

“Do you want them done yes or no?”

A small noise escaped the back of Peter’s throat. He looked up at y/n through unshed tears and nodded. She balled up a washcloth and handed it to him, “Here, you might need this.” Peter balled up the fabric in his hand and shoved it between his teeth as she watched. “Here goes nothing.”

The second y/n inserted the needle through the skin, her stomach dropped. Her eyes flicked down to Peter who had his eyes screwed shut.

“I need you to relax, Pete.”

“It’s kinda hard when you have a needle in your face.”

She smoothed her hand down to his cheek, “Hey look at me,” Y/n waited until his soft eyes met hers. “I don’t know what actually happened, but whatever it was, you braved the hardest part. This is just.. cleanup duty?”

She forced her lips into the most Oscar Award winning smile she could muster. Just another thread of lies to be woven into her web. This fight was far from over.

Y/n’s reassuring words seemed to push some ease into Peter as she completed a third and fourth stitch. After every loop, she mumbled a hollow yet encouraging phrase. By the time she tied off the thread, Peter’s eyes were laden with sleep.

“Alright I’m gonna get you to bed. Can you stand?” She took Peter’s hand and guided it around her shoulder but he weakly brushed her off. She stepped away from him, eyes narrowed and hands on her hips. His courage was starting to annoy her.

“No, no I’m good.”

Peter placed a shaky hand on the bathroom counter. He scraped together whatever leftover strength he had to push himself up and take a few steps on the tile. However, it wasn’t enough. After three steps his knees collapsed and he braced himself for the floor. It never came. Instead, Y/n had ducked under his arm and her arm wrapped around his torso. A grunt escaped her lips from Peter’s weight. She should’ve just let him fall.

“Yea you’re good alright Parker.”

The trudge to Peter’s room seemed to take hours for only a few feet. His rugged, hot breath on her ear only furthered the ever growing annoyance boiling in her chest. Out of all the people he could’ve asked he just HAD to ask her. Y/n steadied Peter with one hand while the other peeled back the blanket on the bottom bunk. He fell unceremoniously onto it with a sigh followed by a wince of pain. A soft “thank you” fell from his lips.

“It’s nothing really,”she turned to leave. “Have a goodnight, Pete.”

Once again his hand caught her wrist and she felt the same panic arise as she looked down at him. His brown eyes shone with the ghost of tears. They asked the question before he could whisper it to her.

“Will you stay?”

Y/n’s stomach had been thrown off the apartment building. Not can but, will. He didn’t want a bullshit excuse of “it’s getting late”. Peter wanted to know if she cared enough to stay. Not in a million years could she say yes. If her father knew where she was he’d give her a makeover just like the boy in the bed before her. But this is what Donovan Sinclair ordered and so he shall receive. She needed Peter Parker to fall in love with her.

Y/n perched herself on the edge of his bed, “Y-yea of course.”

Peter’s eyes fluttered shut and his shallow breaths filled the room. Y/n ran her fingers through his soft curls. Peter was a teenager, just like her, and yet he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. While most kids stressed over the SATs, he was out getting his ass kicked by guys like her father and Vulture. He certainly didn’t deserve the life that she was living. He could have a real girlfriend, do all the stupid, nerdy things he enjoyed, and be as normal as Peter Parker could be. Hell, any girl that dated Peter would be treated like a princess.

At the thought of that, the urge to stab herself flooded her body. It had to have just been the pity talking. Anger and guilt mixed inside her like an explosive chemistry experiment. Her eyes glared at Peter’s sleeping figure before she quietly scooted off the mattress. Peter Parker was the first step to revenge. For her mother and sister’s sake, she couldn’t get caught up in her own web.

Taglist: @rebekamckenzie @moistpotatobear @blossomreed @pluckypete @nadiawhite03

[a-forgotten-spirit]

Chained To Him

Pairing: Dad Aizawa x reader (platonic), Bakugou x reader

Summary: Villains come you look badass

Words: 3500+

Warnings: Orphan, villains parents, you watched the season you’ll be fine. 

A/N: I tried to make it as similar to the original but no one leaves the room, All Might does nothing it was great. It’s just you looking great kicking butt and taking names. Everyone lives on campus at this point. 

I AM TAKING REQUESTS FOR THIS SERIES AND OTHER ONESHOTS 

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CHAPTER 1 ~ Y/N P.O.V

I got into UA, not from a recommendation or the exams not even the practical. I got it through force, I don’t want to be a hero. I had never had that desire though I thought my thoughts might have changed due to being in the course they hadn’t. I had heard everyone's’ stories though I hadn’t spoken to anyone. This was my first ‘real school’, I was left as a baby full of power and need for parental figures. I was found by none other then Eraserhead that I now have to call Aizawa and not just Dad, it was hard but manageable, I heard people talking about how they never saw me in the exams or the practical, I never played their thoughts or questions. I knew everything about everyone from grades to quirks, I mean everyone. I grew up being Aizawas’ daughter I knew All Might and his quirk though I was sworn to never talk about which I didn’t. This stupid ‘excursion’ I guess you could call it was on today and the amount of displeasure I had was uncanny as I sat at the back of the bus simply listening to the chatter of my fellow class and a few yells from Bakugou, I wouldn’t say I had friends but I had spoken to a few of them from time to time. We arrived and they debriefed us on that this was going to be a ‘natural disaster’ exercise. My own quirk could be used in an arrangement of setting natural disaster being one of them but I don’t think I would participate I wasn’t a fan of my quirk I would go so far to say I'm afraid of it. I was a fan of No.13’s, I had grown up with all of the hero’s they knew of me but not me.  

We stood in lines listening to her go on about how her quirk and other quirks are dangerous and could kill, I was well aware. It was obvious. She bowed and everyone clapped and continued on with compliments on her speech but something happened. Something we all weren’t expecting, the lights shuttered and blew as this mist looking thing appeared in the middle of the arena, a hand coming through followed by a face. I heard my Dad call out for us not to move and for No.13 to protect us, what was going on. Was this not in the exercise? Kirishima voiced my thoughts. 

“Stay back” Dad called out his hands moving to put his glasses over his eyes, he was going to use his quirk? “This is real, those are villains” there was so many. Countless in the room. I looked around, Dad was going to fight, all of them. I went to walk forward but stilled, no one could know we were family, it would be a weakness to him. I stood and looked back, everyone was just standing there, where was All Might, where were the other teachers?

There were a few words exchanged but my eyes didn’t leave my Dads back, I would do anything to make sure he was okay. I watched his scarf fling out in a fury that circled him, I knew he was strong but he could only go for so long, his quirk was distance and stealth most of the time. Which Midoriya voiced and I watched as he ran down the steeps full speed, I watched as he flung them around like it was nothing, he was my hero both metaphorically and in reality. We began to run No.13 in front of us as we did but were stopped by the mist like substance, a portal maker. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, we are the league of villains. I know it’s impolite, but we decided to invite ourselves into this haven of justice to say hello and besides isn’t this a fitting place for All Might, the symbol of peace to take his last breath. I believe he was meant to be here today and yet I see no sign of him. There must have been a change in plans we must not have foreseen, ah well I suppose in the end it does not matter. I still have a role to play” his voice was unlike anything I had heard, it was a males voice deep and laced in danger but that didn’t stop Bakugou and Kirishima jumping him. 

An explosion went off and I fell to the floor, staying low to stabilize myself in some way, I held back as the smoke cleared and I saw the purple and black mist began to crawl over us, he could portal, he was going to send us somewhere. I didn’t have time to think, pressing the small button on my one-piece black suit my costume moved to show my arms, legs back and upper chest with the collar still firmly securing my neck. I released my quirk chains from my back spreading forth over the students as I grabbed everyone and threw us back, hearing a few screams as I landed and looked back to the male as a lowered everyone carefully the chains moving back to me looking like a spider's legs as I stayed low to the ground. We couldn’t afford for us to be separated, he was a portal maker, he could send us anywhere he wished and with all these villains how did I not know he would put us in a room with more. 

Everyone was silent as I stayed still and No.13 spoke “Class rep. I have a job for you. Run to the school and tell the faculty what’s going on here. The alarms aren’t sounding and our phones and radios are useless right now. One of these villains must be to blame” I stopped listening for a second as I watched the male his eye like slits narrowing as he looked to me. “Use your quirk to save others. Be a real hero” everyone began to gather as I rose and watched them all. 

I watched as his engines began to load. “Even if this is your only option. Are you really foolish enough to strategize in front of your enemy” again he began to spread, we didn’t have time for this? No.13 opened her suit as she tried to suck him in. It was working for now. I turned and saw some of the class still behind me. 

The mist was complimenting No.13’s power and how it was amazing but he also added what her quirk was actually used for, recusing not combat. He was right, a portal opened behind her as I put my chains out to hold everyone once more as she was being sucked into it. I held them down as I dug some into the ground keeping myself grounded. Her suit began to crack as I held on tighter and within a few seconds the back of her suit was lost to the warp gate. She had to stop as I held everyone and I heard them talking as I let Iida go as slowly everyone else as he began to run. 

“A sheep trying to escape from the wolves, I simply can’t allow that” a portal opening in front of him but he skidded to a stop as Shoji grabbed the warp. He was fast, I had to remember that. Iida continued to run as the mist began to spread. I had to move and quickly, I jumped and saw his neckpiece throwing the chains forward I gripped his neck and pulled back as hard as I could to which he followed and Iida made it threw the door. He lashed out to one of the students and I moved to grab them instead of letting him go as I pulled Bakugou and Kirishima to me but when I looked back he was gone. 

No.13 was being looked after by Ashifo and Uraraka when I walked over. “Y/N” No.13 called me over and I moved down to look at her. “Go help Aizawa. I know what you can do. I know who you are” my eyes widened as I looked down. “Save the students” I nodded and looked to the girls as I was expecting to maybe lock a few villains down. 

My chains stayed out as I looked down to see Dad still fighting, I could tell he was out of breath but I watched as the leader run at him, I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I saw Dad tackle him but his arm was gripped, his hair falling back to his face and I could see his face grit in pain but with a push he was away as he jumped I saw his elbow, destroyed, blood falling from it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as I saw that creature above him and then blood. I couldn’t feel myself running but I heard the yells. 

“Y/N” it was one of my class but this was my Dad, I was told to save them but also look after him, the person who took me in. The one and only who I cared wholeheartedly for, I needed to save him. They were fine, the portal was gone, I needed my Dad. I jumped, I was at the top of the stairs when I saw his arm be stepped on a yell coming from him before his head was slammed into the ground. I could hear running behind me but I lost control. This thing, this creature had hurt my Dad and he would pay. 

“Hello,” I whispered and felt the power running through my system as I jumped my veins turning black, eyes swirling into the abyss itself and I grit my teeth as I felt the pieces of the board push through my chest. This was risky but with the power that thing had he was going to kill him, I couldn’t allow that. “How dare you touch him” I screamed and wrapped the creature up sending him flying through the arena, landing with my chains encircling me as I looked to the male with blue hair my eyes narrowing and I saw he widen as I smirked. 

I didn’t have much time as this thing was running back “Kill her” the bluenette screeched I looked and he was there but I was faster I was thrown into the air my ankle caught by one of my chains, I was faster in this form. I opened my arms as the creature was wrapped up he was getting out as I lowered myself in front of him his jaw snapping and with a circular motion of my wrist his jaw was closed. I turned my head to the male the portal behind him encased as well. 

“What to do with you” I whispered but my voice was low and disoriented, I picked my Dad up with chains like a hammock and placed him gently in front of the other students before focusing back on the male. I dropped from the one I was hanging off as the creature was hoisted into the air, my body crumpling only to then rise as I saw the male his hand outstretched and around my throat. I felt the pain as my eyes narrowed. 

“Die” he yelled and I smirked, my skin peeling away but not enough to kill me, my regeneration was too fast. “What the hell” his voice was raspy as my own hand moved to grip his wrist as I pulled off the hands around his neck as he fell to his knees. “I’ve never seen a quirk like this” I wrapped my fingers around his neck. 

“You won’t have the chance to again” I whispered and ripped his mask from him and I slowly began to breathe in, chains grabbing his wrists to keep him on his knees and in place. Grabbing his face his eyes were wide and fearful as he struggled to breathe. 

“Y/N” I heard, it was All Mights voice. “That is not heroic, I know he hurt Aizawa but let him go,” he said and I narrowed my eyes letting the breath from my lungs go back into his own. 

I stood up and looked down at him as his eyes were wide in fear. So he’s a thinker. I step back but felt pain in my shoulder as I look down seeing an arrow, my chains faltered as I dropped the creature and I looked to see the portal opening with the blue-haired man getting away and within a moment the portal was closed and they were gone, leaving behind their team. I lost my shit. 

I turned to the woman who had a wide smile on her face and it dropped as I screamed put my arms out all the villains being held down to the ground with them as I was standing in the middle as more ran I collected them. Throwing them into the air and holding them as I grit my teeth. I was floating in the air as I narrowed my eyes and the woman was brought in front of me. 

“That was very stupid of you” I whispered and saw her eyes widened as she began to thrash “You aren’t even worth my time” I whispered throwing her into the air as she was picked up by another chain. Everyone was being held as teachers began to race in and I stayed in place. 

“Dads hurt, hurt Dad. Is Dad ok? Where is Dad, So much blood? Dads blood, blood from Dad. Where’s Dad” the voices came back and I turned quickly racing over to the top of the stairs as I landed with a thud the students and teachers moving as I ran over and fell to my knees. 

“Dad,” I asked my eyes scanning him as I moved his hair and heard some whispers behind me. “Dad,” I asked again grabbing his hand and felt a grip back as I laid my forehead on his chest with a sigh. “We have to get him to recovery girl. Now” I whispered and rose as some teachers picked him up and began the journey back to the school. 

“Dads ok, Dads alive. So much blood. His eyes, blood from his eyes” I shook my head trying to quieten the voices as I turned and moved back down to All Might and the teachers and now Police collecting the villains. I could see the looks I was getting as I landed near my class and All Might. 

“You did well Young Y/N” he congratulated and patted my shoulder as my eye twitched. “Can you change back?” he asked and knelt down in front of me. He looked to my chest and then back up. “You used all your quirk” he whispered. 

“He hurt Dad” I whispered and saw the reaction of the students, some figuring it out. “I had too, he was going to kill him” I added and shook as the chains tightened on some of the villains. “So many voices” I swayed and All Might caught my hand. 

“Say it with me” he whispered and I nodded, everyone was watching me. I wanted to run and cry. I wasn’t meant to show them but I had to save them and Dad, I did this for them. 

“Goodbye,” I whispered and felt all the power surge back to my chest as the board sunk into my chest once more. I fell back but someone caught me. I had little to no energy left, that was a lot from all areas. 

“Bakugou can you please take her to recovery girl” So Abkugou caught me, nice. I was lifted into his arms as I leaned against him and I passed out. I let my body be taken by him as I put my head on his chest. 

~

“She did it to save you” the voice was feminine but old sounding, recovery girl. “The whole class has come and asked about her, she saved them. You taught her well” she added as I tried to open my eyes but didn’t have the energy. “Bakugou brought her to me, she has no physical injuries it was exhaustion and I'm a sure shock” 

 I heard a sigh and then the voice I had grown up with “I’m glad she’s ok. I don’t know what I would do if she wasn’t” I felt a hand grip my own as I gripped back and met his eyes. 

“I'm glad you’re ok too” I breathed out and then went to sit up groaning lightly “Everyone knows” I whispered and brought my other hand to my head and sighed once more. “I didn’t mean too I just was so worried” 

“It’s ok, I don’t mind” his lips pressed to my head. A few more words shared with recovery girl and we were off. “I have to go see All Might and the other teachers, but after that, we can go home” he spoke and I nodded. 

“I’m going to go see Bakugou, I want to thank him” I saw the smile crawl across his face and another kiss came to my head with a ‘be safe’ as I walked off. 

Walking through the campus I walked to the dorms “Turn left” a voice sung and I went to Bakugou’s, his name written on a small plaque. Knocking lightly, It was in the afternoon, the sun coming into the room and I looked down, I was still in my one-piece suit. 

The door opened and I looked up to see Bakugou in shorts and a simple tank top as I looked down and sighed “Thank you for taking me to recovery girl” I spoke and got up about to turn away. 

“Are you ok?” he asked and I was shocked, the hot-headed Bakugou asking if I was ok. “I mean you seemed to just collapse” he added and I smiled a few voices cooing around my ears. 

“Yeah, just a lot all at once is all. How is the class” I asked biting my lip, I’ll admit I didn’t look the best at full power. I was covered in black veins and looked like something out of a horror film. 

“All worried, some scared but we all know how powerful you are. And Aizawa’s you’re Dad” he questions with a head tilt. 

Nodding I pause “Adoptive” I nodded and bite my lip once more “Yeah took me in when I was little,” he nodded in response but didn’t say anything. “I should be off, I need some rest. I hope you are ok, sorry for flinging you across the room” I tried to lighten the mood even if only slightly. 

“Can I ask you something” he called out as I nodded for him to continue “What is your quirk. I saw your chest when holding you, the scars but” he paused and shook his head. 

“It’s two quirks merged into one. The chains from my mother and the other from my father basically makes me a living ouija board” his eyes widened as I looked down to my covered chest. “Both of my parents are or I should say my mother and my father was villains” I whispered and I looked up seeing the shock and I smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow Katsuki” I turned and left the hall. I had never told anyone that. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2

[theyanderespecialist]

Freaky (One Shot) Yandere Micheal Myers X OC (Halloween)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a Request for OC X Michael requested off of Wattpad the Oc was for the approved one of Marie and here she is Please enjoy: Requested By Allyson46073 enjoy everyone!]

(Marie's pov)

I walked up to the house as my friend offered to take over watching the kids so I could investigate what made them so nervous. I looked back at the house before walking in, I felt cold when I entered. Obviously the costume she made me wear didn't help as I felt people staring, but this was more than that, I walked in as the door suddenly closed as I jumped back, feeling like... someone was watching me ..though I tried to shake it off. For some reason the house ..almost seemed familiar in a way, but not enough to take the fear I felt.

As I walked up the stairs, I swore I saw something white move into a bedroom as I looked confused, my heel almost getting stuck in the floor. Damn this stupid playboy outfit..I managed to get it unstuck, pushing the door opened only to see.. nothing. I sigh, see I was just being silly. There is nothing here and It is all in my head

I shake my head as I couldn't help bit laugh a little. I must have looked so stupid. That is when I am suddenly slammed into the wall and feel someone much larger than me on me and holding me firmly as he forced me to look up at him. I was to terrified to scream. I stared up at him, my body shaking as I didn't want to die like this.. I didn't want to be killed. He looked at me for a moment before he lifted his mask. Under the mask I saw familiar eyes these eyes looked so familiar for me.

"Marie." He says before kissing me with such savage passion.

I was taken aback, God the amount of force he was using, it felt like my lips would bruise.

(I've had that happen from to intense of a make out session For two weeks my lips were blue)

(Yup that is what they mean by bruising kisses)

I whimper and then he picked me up and carried me to a bedroom dropping me on a bed after he ripped the sheet that covered the dust off. I did not like where I think this was going as I looked up at him, my eyes shifting to the door. Maybe I could.. I could get past him..He started to take off his boots first and I took the chance while he was doing tht to run only to bed grabbed by him and I scream for help.

However my mouth was covered by him as I began to cry and struggle as he looked at me putting a finger in front of his mouth as he pulled off his shirt as I cried harder only..for him to lay beside me, his hand on my face. He did not make any move to hurt me he just stroked my cheek staring into my eyes. I did not know why but I oddly started to feel safe. He then pulled out a old picture and showed it to me. I recognize me in it but the boy I look and she it was him I flipped it over and it read.

(Marie And Michael 4 ever)

I looked up at him...but now fear hit me again. Michel Myers the serial killer

"Mine." Is all he says as he ties my arms up with shirt and slipped the jump suit off. Now only my clothes shielded me from skin to skin contact I Blush as his cock is huge

I was scared, not only was he a killer who murdered his family.. but now he's going to..he's way to big for me.

(You know. .I can see me as Jason taking the machette, staving it into the ground and..using it as like a dildo)

(XD yup just like who needs a stick on when you have a stab on)

(XD)

(XD)

He slowly spreads my legs he seemed to be eye balling my body then he pinched my ass. "Hurt less here." He says pinching the clothes lightly and then tears off my clothes

((Bitch don't lie you just want to do anal. Be honest)

(XD)

(XD)

And by tear off I mean he literally tipped the fishnets to create a hole and ripped the crotch area to give himself access as he put my legs on his shoulders and knelt down. He first licked my vagina to get me aroused he seemed very interest into getting me wet and was even rubbing my spine. I moaned softly as I couldn't help how good it made me feel. I was so in need of feeling pleasure and ride his face. I could feel his tongue pushing into my hole before licking and sucking my clit I was panting and arching into him hard and he held down my hips.

I realized that he would not let me do anything he didn't want me to do. I looked at him and blush as he then starts to tongue my ass. I let out a squeak as I tighten my legs around him. He smirked looking at me and sucking fucking my ass. I let out a loud moan as I arched into him. He then rolled my clit and I started to cum hard as he then pulled away and lined p his cock which he lubbed up.

My eyes widen as clarity cane back and I realized what he was trying to do. I struggled and tried to close my legs but he held them open with ease and then I feel him push inside me and start to stretch me. I let out a loud cry, it wasn't painful but it was uncomfortable. He got ll the way in me and held still looking at me before kissing me and pulling out. I groaned as I grabbed onto him as I could feel every movement. He looked at me and starts thrusting in and out gripping my hips and kissing me.

I held him as I couldn't help but kiss back, though he was still rough with me.

(Michael's pov)

I loved that she is finally kissing me back, I know it has been long since I been with her. I will be sure to explain later. Right now I need her I need to show her we were made for each other. It felt so good having her clinging to me. I moaned and gripped her hips so hard I knew she would have bruises I also kiss her smearing her lipstick and she cries sweat leaving her mascara to smear. I loved it, the feeling I got form it the control.

I flipped her on her stomach as she cried out having to grab the headboard for stability.

(I mean I guess it's good she's a masochistic slut ;3)

(;3)

I started to thrust harder and faster while I spank her ass. She let put a strangled moan as the bed creaked beneath us as I pulled her hair forcing her to look at me. She needed to look at the man who was making her feel.good, at the man she proms ed herself too. She stares at me and with one hand pulled me into a deep kiss. I kissed back throwing off the rest of the clothes as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She moans and thrusts her tongue against mine and we play fought for dominance.

Of course she lost easily, but I think she wanted to as I smirk She wanted to lose, like she wanted me to find her, that's why she wore what she did.

(Something tells me.. he's not going to stop when he cums I can see him being full on sex weirdo, like once he gets tired and wants a break he's not gonna let her, lime I'm talking of there a hair brush, candlestick, whatever..it's going inside of her xD)

(XD YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)

I was lose and once she came around my cock I cum hard with her and she is filled to the brim with my cum. She cried out in pleasure and I was not done with her not by a long shot.

[Finally did this request we hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy~ There may be a part 2)

[johannstutt413]

(requested by anonymous; continuing from this post)

“On your left!” The Doctor threw up a shield in time to block a bolt aimed directly for Blaze’s shoulder. “I know you’re our main attacker, but try and take better care of yourself!”

“Love you too!” As much as she wanted to heed his words, Blaze was far too in her element right now to do that. They hadn’t expected a fight - hence the Doctor being with them, there was a reason they kept him on the island when they didn’t need him for negotiations - but Reunion had found them on the return trip, and...well, who were they to turn down a fight?

As his beloved bruiser tore through their front line to hone in on their snipers, the Doctor followed after her, relying on his ferrokinesis to keep up the pace. It’d been a while since his Arts had had this kind of workout, and honestly, it felt nice to be reminded that he had something to offer in a fight. No one was telling him he had to sit on the sidelines now, were th- “Blaze!”

“What?” THUNK. “Huh? What was th- Doctor!”

“I’m fine, let’s just finish this!” He used the bolt in his chest to staunch the bleeding from said wound as he fired back, using the snipers’ weapons against them as they realized just how badly they’d fucked up. Within a matter of seconds, the matter that used to be Reunion snipers was better described as shredded mystery meat, and Blaze was carrying him gingerly but quickly back to their vehicle.

For the rest of the drive home, things were close-to-the-wire, as the Doctor fell in and out of consciousness while the other Medics attended to him. They couldn’t remove the bolt, since he’d fused it to himself in the heat of the moment, but they did what they could to stabilize him until things could be properly fixed back on base. Once they were home, he was taken to Intensive Care, and the difficult part began in earnest. Every Medic on staff made a contribution, no matter how small, to the final procedure’s plan, but in the end it was Saria, Silence, and Kal’tsit herself who managed to remove the bolt without leaving him at death’s door in the process. Of course, he now had a long road to recovery ahead of him...and a very concerned Feline to keep from exploding everything in her concern.

It was a full three days before she could see him, but the instant his room was open to visitors, she was by his side. “Doctor! Doctor, I...Why did you do that?”

“Why did I stop that bolt from killing you?” He was groggy from the cocktail of drugs they had him on, but he was definitely awake. The strange hollowness in his chest made sure of that. “Gee, I dunno. Maybe because I love you?”

“That shot wouldn’t have killed me, and you know that. Ugh, why do you guys always do this...”

Was he not the first to nearly die for her? “What do you means, ‘you guys?’”

“Do you know why I like deploying with A1, Doctor?” Blank stare. “They know they don’t need to protect me; I can take a beating, and they can patch me up when the job’s done without worrying about losing me. You’re the fourth guy I’ve been deployed with to try and take a shot for me, and...well...I’m just lucky you didn’t die out there.”

“I knew what I was doing-”

The door slammed shut behind her as the air pressure in the room suddenly changed. “If you knew what you were doing, you wouldn’t have done it! That bolt was going to hit me in my abdomen, where I’ve got the most Originum buildup anyway; it probably would’ve just bounced off, or at worst gone skin-deep before it hit the solid rock. If you were just trying to protect me, you could’ve bent the bolt mid-air or something, but you had to feed your pride by jumping in front of it...Just like Axel did.”

“I don’t know who that is,” he admitted, “but my Arts aren’t so easy to employ on the fly like that. Without losing concentration on my hoverboard, I couldn’t have stopped it, so I used the only shielding I had. I’m no expert on trajectories, so all I had was a guess, and if you’re trying to judge where it would have hit you by what it looked like after it hit me, I had to move it some while adjudicating the stop-gap I used. It could’ve been higher and shot you in your weak spot.”

“My weak spot?”

The Doctor smiled. “You know, that little bit right below your chest that isn’t protected?”

“Where my heart is. I should’ve guessed - you like that spot way too much.” She sighed. “Still, I’ve taken hits there before.”

“From a serrated bolt like that?” He pointed at the bolt head, which he’d asked to be put in a vial next to him. “That’s an armor-piercer if I’ve ever seen one.”

Blaze slumped into a chair at his side. “I can’t keep arguing with you about this...You know I hate fighting with you.”

“Yeah, I know-”

“-because I’m worried I’ll scare you off by being too hard on you.” She grabbed his hand. “But if you die on me, like everyone else does, it won’t matter how many times I give into you...You’ll just be another corpse of someone I loved.”

The Doctor squeezed her hand. “It’s going to make more than this to get me.”

“How much more? For Axel, it was this exact sort of thing; Lazarus had his head chopped off by an executioner’s axe, clean off his neck, while trying to stop me from going forward; Ridire’s shield slammed into the top of his head while he was deflecting a blow from me. Do I need to keep going?”

“Baby, I know there’s a reason you go ahead, I really do.” He looked her in the eye. “That’s why I don’t deploy you with teams with heavy Defenders unless they’re going to a different objective. I promise, I’m not going anywhere...and if you really need me to, I’ll promise not to jump in front of a bolt for you again unless I know for sure it’ll be what does you in if I don’t.”

She sniffed as a tear came to her eye. “I can’t lose you, too, Doctor.”

“You won’t, Blaze. You won’t.”

“...I’m gonna hold you to that.” She set her head on his safe shoulder. “How long are they keeping you?”

“Tissue regeneration takes a while, so...at least a couple of weeks.”

Blaze sighed. “And I’m guessing they won’t let me sleep with you while you’re here?”

“Funny thing about that.” He chuckled, which had a strange new resonance to it as it echoed from his extra cavity. “So long as we don’t do anything too strenuous, they never set any restrictions like that.”

“...When’s their next checkup?”

The Doctor glanced at the clock. “An hour from now. That long enough?”

“It’ll have to do.” She looked at the door. “And if it’s not long enough, we’ll make it longer.”

“Heh...That’s what she said.”

Blaze chuckled. “Look, you. Play nice, or I just might make you wait.”

“I’ll be good,” he suddenly declared. “Messenger’s honor.”

“That’s more like it. Drink some more water. Wouldn’t want you to dehydrate before we’re done...”

[ilguna]

Ethereal - Chapter Eight (f.o)

Summary: Five years of watching your trainees die, you’re sick of it. She will prevail, she will win.

Word Count; 2.9k

Warnings; swearing, DEATH MENTION, DEATH, GORE. hints at PTSD

NOTES: i give reader a last name to fit the world.

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A thunderous crack fills the air of the arena. And for a moment after, there’s a peaceful silence, before more cracking echoes. The cameras snap to the dam immediately, and this is when you’re able to see that it’s breaking. Water is already spurting through the cracks.

Today is the day.

The cameras pan around to the remaining tributes, Annie, the careers and the girl from ten. All minding their own business. It’s early in the morning, nothing later than nine.

Annie woke up somewhere around seven, and she’s been busying herself since. She ate already, but then went out hunting to eat some more and save food. Presumably for the days to follow after today, which aren’t going to happen. She then went ahead and finished off the last of her water and refilled that with some iodine added.

She uses stripped, thin branches from trees and braids them in the pattern of a crown. It’s not very interesting, but she has nothing else to do. The pills that you have been sending her for the last couple of days have definitely stabilized her mood. But she’s still out of it.

The girl from ten was sleeping, curled up behind a tree and a rock so that no one would be able to find her. The second that the crack echoed, she jumped up like it was a cannon. The difference between a cannon and concrete breaking, is that the cannon has a particular way it echoes, and it doesn’t happen multiple times, overlapping each other.

The careers have been up since the sun peeked at around five. The gamemakers obviously wanted to speed it up and get the games over with. It’s been a month for the tributes already, and just about three weeks for you guys.

When the cameras are done with the poor, unsuspecting tributes, it goes back to the dam, which is when you see that the measly dribbles of water has turned worse. All the water is desperate to get out.

Another crack, the dam shudders in response.

The middle concrete is out almost immediately, the water rushing out. You’re thinking that there’s going to be a skeleton of the dam left–you mean that the middle would be the only part that breaks, and the rim around it would stay–but it crumbles.

The screen splits into five. One portion for each of the tributes, and one for the water.

Annie was just putting the finished, braided crown on her head, when it cracked. She jumps up, leaving her belongings and takes off running instead. Running parallel to the forcefield but also downhill. She slyly steals glances behind her, checking up on the water, watching to make sure that she still has time. All while dodging the trees that seem to appear out of nowhere.

The girl from ten is now on her feet, and she goes to scramble up the tree that’s next to her. She uses the most of her upper body strength as she tries to pull herself up. However, she’s not getting far, and this is when she must realize that she needs her knives for this. Stab into the tree and pull yourself up, instead of relying on branches that are out of her reach.

She gets down, grabs her knives and tries again but she’s much too slow. The water is hurling towards her at high speeds, taking down trees in the process. The cracking and snapping of the trees gets louder the closer it gets to her. She’s only up three branches when the water hits her tree, breaking it instantly.

The careers in the middle don’t know what to think of it at first. The boy had been scouting behind the cornucopia, so when he walks back around to the front, where it’s facing the dam, he sees the water. The girl comes around too, and the both of them are screwed instantly.

The concrete is mixed into the water. And from where they’re standing, it’s like a tsunami. The girl turns and runs faster than the boy realizes, but it’s too late. They’re in the mouth of the cornucopia, so all it takes is the water slamming into the boy to trap him. It carries him all the way to the back, and the cannon sounds immediately.

The girl isn’t so lucky. It sweeps her up, and the current throws her around, directing her right back into the cornucopia too. She struggles.

Another cannon sounds, it cuts to the girl from ten, suspended in the water. Face swollen from choking it down. A tree branch through the middle of her chest. The water around her runs red.

Then there’s Annie, who’s still running, and checking behind her. With the crown still on her brow. The water is basically at her heels, and she knows this. The checking gets faster until she does it one last time. The water touches her foot, and she jumps as high as she can.

It’s smart, because she gets halfway up into the wave, and it carries her like she’s nothing. She swims to the top of the wave, which is now carrying her towards the cornucopia. Her head will rise above the water, she’ll take a deep breath, and then she’ll go back under.

The girl from one is still being thrown around by the water, and just when she manages to get a rhythm down on how to get up and out, she hits something solid.

The cornucopia.

You and Finnick watch as she squirms in the water, the bubbles leaving her mouth as she drowns. Reaching for something, grabbing her throat, she kicks a few times, and then she’s still, and sinks.

It cuts to Annie, who’s on top of the cornucopia, knee deep in water, wood crown around her head. With the final cannon sounding, her face twists and she counts her fingers. Then, the water begins to drain, she catches her footing before she’s swept off the top of the building.

And it hits her.

“I win,” she whispers, looking up, a smile spreading over her face, “I win!”

You look to Finnick, “We have a winner.”

–

Without waiting for the doctor, you swing the door open. This is where you see that Annie is sitting at the edge of the bed, swinging her legs. She’s dressed in the outfit she was given, the one that matches what she was wearing inside of the arena. Her hair is pulled out of her face, and the second you enter the room, she looks to you.

She pushes herself off of the bed and heads over, hugging you tightly. You hug her back, and when you move back, she runs her fingers along her arms, “The scars?”

“All gone.” you tell her, “Nothing to remind you of the games.”

She nods thoughtfully, “Thank you.”

You had the option of saying no, but the games had done something to her. The last thing she needs is a reminder of what has happened. Even though everything after today will just be a huge reminder of what had happened. The tour, the house, the reapings.

You and Finnick had already agreed that she wouldn’t be a mentor. The both of you are perfectly capable in taking care of the tributes.

Annie and you aren’t the same person. You having that bear scratch on your back is a thing of pride. You didn’t just survive the hunger games, you obliterated them. You have the battle scars–quite literally–to prove it. You made friends, and had a lover, and you betrayed alliances. You were sick and you still managed to make a show out of the games.

As for Annie, she just survived. You knew that there was something special about her, but it wasn’t her chance of survivability.

You remember having this conversation with yourself just before the recap of your own games. There’s two factors that play into winning the games. Skill, and luck. Yours was made up of mostly skill with a touch of luck added in. And for Annie, it was mostly luck with only a hint of skill. She got lucky time and time again, and that’s the only reason why she won the games a couple of days ago.

“Are we doing the recap tonight?” Annie asks innocently when you begin to guide her down the hallway.

“Caesar will be doing the recap, yes,” You watch as she tenses up slightly, a frown coming over her face, and you continue, “but you won’t be on stage to watch it, Snow has made an exception.”

Correction, you saw Snow in person, which is when he had congratulated you on your excellent mentoring. Then you cut straight to the chase and told him that Annie would be in no shape to be on stage and watch everything that had happened replay back to her. He agreed with this and said that he didn’t want any ‘disturbances’–but he looked pleased with the fact that Annie has PTSD.

Before he could leave, you stopped him for a second time and asked him the important question. If you were to take Finnick off of the market, would he make a grab for you instead. You were relieved to hear him say no, and that Annie wouldn’t be a bother either. They’ve still got the winner from last year being passed around.

You held back the piping hot vomit that wanted to come up at that statement, because the girl was fifteen, your age when you had won the games. And instead you went off to go talk to Laurel about the dresses Annie would be wearing for the next couple of months.

“Really?” Annie asks, “How will that work?”

“You’ll be escorted off. The audience already knows.” you tell her.

You meet Laurel in the hallway, Annie breaks off to go into the room, and you look to Laurel, “She knows she won’t be watching the recap. Keep the topics light.”

“I know how to do this,” she rolls her eyes at you a little, “I had taken care of you, after all.”

You shake your head, “I’ll see you soon, got to get ready.”

She goes to do her own thing, since she doesn’t stick around for the lunch-dinner’s. She’ll probably be in the styling room fixing some things, switching bracelets out and all of that.

You head off to the private changing room that you and Finnick get. There’s no point in making it private if you two have seen each other naked more than once. When you get into the room, Finnick is already in his slacks, but shirtless as he digs through the shirt options that Pleurisy had laid out for him.

“Are they insane? This material is itchy.” he mutters to himself, back to you.

“You’re high maintenance,” you tell him, shutting the door behind you.

You wander over to the wardrobe, opening up the doors and looking over the options for a moment, then back to what Finnick is currently holding. Your hand runs along the matching shirts until you find the one that’s made of silk.

Finnick doesn’t appreciate you flinging it at him, but he won’t say anything because you had found a better material for him to wear. When you get a hold of what he was supposed to wear, you deadpan because it’s not even that rough of a material. What a baby.

“You are not going to survive more than a day in district four.”

He knows that he’ll be going back with you to the district, and you can see the excitement in his eyes when you mention it again. He stops mid-way up his shirt before he throws his arms around you and twirls you around. You laugh, telling him to stop but you secretly love it when he places his head in your neck, laughing.

“Home! Like four more days and then we’re home!” he tells you, stopping before he gets too dizzy.

When you’re back on your feet, he goes to button up his shirt again, “I think you should leave it like that.”

His eyes dart to your face to see if you’re serious, and you shrug at him in response.

“I’ll be stealing the show.”

“Everyone has seen it before.” you smile, “What’s there to look at?”

He puckers his lips for a moment, and then he continues with buttoning, what a buzz kill.

There’s silence as you take off your clothes and then trade it for the dress that you’ll be wearing tonight. Finnick zips up the back of it, watching as you put on all the jewelry except the rings, because they’ll get in the way while you’re doing your makeup. And then the heels follow.

For a second you wobble, because they’re taller than any heels you’ve ever worn, but then you stabilize and you’re walking around the room like a pro. You’re turning, and waving and doing a series of walks like Laurel normally has you do.

When you turn around on one of the turns, you see Finnick down on one knee like he’s proposing to you.

“You’re getting your slacks dirty,” you say, tilting your head.

And then he pulls out your mother’s ring, which was just on the vanity a second ago.

“Five years ago–” he starts, but you’re shaking your head slightly.

“Finnick–”

“–we won the games together. Just a couple of teenagers who had no clue what would happen after. And since then everything I’ve done has been for you.” he tells you, “Now that I don’t have to do that anymore, I can safely ask you this–”

There’s tears gathering in your eyes, and you try to blink them away because they’ll be ruining the makeup that took you an hour to do. And you’ll be going up on stage in front of the Capitol in less than ten minutes. If this happens, then you’ll have to smile through three hours of the games all while letting this boil inside of you.

You’re not mad at him for proposing. In fact, everything inside of you is swelling up. You feel like you’re going to hyperventilate because in your mind this can’t be happening. That Finnick would still want you after four years of distance, and you being mean and cold to him.

All it took was a month of being around each other, and it rekindled it all. You guys had brought it back to life and it took little to nothing. You promised yourself that this would all be a manipulation tactic but it never had to be. No matter what it took, Finnick would have come back.

Like that night in the corridor when you had said that shit to him, yet the next day he had still set aside that list for you with the sponsors. And he took care of it anyway, knowing that you were supposed to do it. And he protected you against those sponsors when they were getting too handsy.

“Will you marry me?” the four words come out of his mouth softly.

The fact that he’s using your mother’s engagement ring is the part that ruins you the most. Because you know for a fact that your parents would have absolutely loved the idea of Finnick. Your mom would have given away the ring in a heartbeat if Finnick had told her about his plans.

“Don’t tell me to wait until we’re older,” Finnick says when you open your mouth.

You laugh, and the tears slide down your cheeks, “You remember that, huh?”

“It was my first rejection. It’s hard to forget.”

You take a deep breath, “I will.”

Finnick grins, “I wouldn’t have taken no for an answer anyway.”

He slides the ring back into the place it normally is. But it so obviously holds a different meaning now.

Finnick stands again, pulling you flush against his body as he kisses you. Somewhere at the end of it, there’s a series of knocks, you and Finnick move away from each other, and the door swings open to reveal your prep team and Laurel. Dressed in what they’ll be wearing tonight, here to guide you down to the stage.

“What the hell did you do to your face?” Leo bursts, and then he hurries over to the vanity, “If you couldn’t do your makeup, then you should have just said so! We’re going to be late now!”

He forces you to sit in the chair, wiping your face clean of what you had done as he starts all the way over. Cleo and Beth mess around with your hair in the meantime, and Laurel laughs at the tornado that’s sweeping through you right now. Finnick is pulling on his blazer, making a face at you.

“Oops.” he laughs, and you flip him off slightly.

Leo does your makeup with the help of the other two in record time. When they’re done, you look better than you had before, and you’re all shuffling out of the room. Laurel leads the way, then there’s Leo, Beth and Cleo. You and Finnick hang around in the back.

“We’re engaged.” Finnick whispers to himself giddily.

“Be quiet, you’ll give it away,” you hold your hand out for him and he takes it immediately.

“Maybe the whole world should know.”

[thrushpot]

in utero

“So, remember those prompts... well, I got more for you. Need 13 and 31, have fun with those two. ;P” requested by @fortheloveofhargrove

#13: “I thought you were dead.”

#31: “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

warnings: ANGST 

—

Billy clicked his tongue and sang along to some mindless catchy tune beneath his breath as he eyed the dark and lonely road ahead of him. The radio was playing something he’d never even heard of before, but he was in a mood so good, so rare that it didn’t even matter. Drives like these were his favorite, when the world would just shut the fuck up for a second and he could run away to fantasy land in peace without any unwelcome intrusions. His right foot eased the gas pedal further down, gradually accelerating in hopes to arrive at his destination early so he could surprise her once she’s off the plane. The blonde boy behind the wheel felt almost as if he’d gotten slapped in the face with nostalgia as he recalled the last conversation he’d had with her before leaving.

Goodbyes were a thing that were never not painful or unsettling. That all too familiar dread of not knowing whether it’ll be the last time he’d see her, hug her, hell; even fucking smell her. As if it happened only yesterday, the boy could still hear the girl’s soft weeping muffled in his chest, can practically feel the way her body moved up and down with each broken sob. It was difficult to see someone usually so fearless, so composed and put together, like some CIA agent from an action flick break down and curl into him for warmth and support. He let a couple (okay, maybe more than a couple) salty tears of his own fall as he held her in his lap.

Y/N had been an irreplaceable constant back in the glory days, her having never broken his trust nor the laundry list of promises she’d sworn once the heartache of his departure had blown over. It was foolish to think that even for a second he could get over the bitterness of starting all over again at some mundane public school. It was also just as foolish to think he could just forget about missing her as the weeks turned to months and the months added up to a year. But that was just another ploy the universe threw his way, seemingly enjoying Billy’s pain and suffering. Tonight though, tonight was gonna be different. He won’t let a single thing overshadow him any longer. He refused to listen to his inner tormentor deep down that laughed whenever he tried rationalizing how he would go about giving his confession, telling her his secret. As Billy goes over the script in his head, he clears his throat and adjusts the rear view mirror to himself as he practices his performance again. Real casual-like, he flashes a smile over at his reflection, pretending it’s her that’s watching.

“Y/N, lookin’ ah, looking good. Beautiful, actually. Know you already got a line of guys tellin’ you this every damn day, but I mean it when I say you somehow get prettier every time I see you. I really missed us hanging out, y’know? Takes me back to all those long nights, and uh... since I left I’ve been thinkin’ a lot...” he licks his lips and thinks back to the lines he’d gone over in his head like clockwork. His face twists into something more down and depressing, like whatever he’s trying to say will only burden their already troubled lives. “Too much, actually. I realize I’ve done almost nothing else worth my fucking time here except think of you whenever I feel shitty or, or like when everything is too much yet not enough. It’s been — been one of the only things I feel has real meaning to it for once, actually makes sense. ‘Cause you get me, and no one ever surprises me unless you do, and ah...” the blushing blonde shakes his head, a stray blonde curl falling to his forehead in the process of scolding himself with a swear before starting over.

“You know what? Fuck this. Let’s just go. We could just fuck off somewhere, go get a couple drinks, have a couple laughs, and... fuck. Shut up, you idiot. Don’t quote Die Hard on her for fuck sake,” he slaps his palm on his face, scoffing at his own stupidity before his eyes grew twice their size realizing how close the airport had become in the distance. He feels the same old doubt return right over his shoulder, and it smirks as if it’s being proven right; that telling her what he feels really is a horrible mistake. That it’s nothing but a rotten idea he’ll regret when she laughs in his face and turns around to fly right back to Santa Monica.

Billy’s heart is practically in his mouth by the time he pays for the ridiculously priced parking ticket and makes his way to the gate. His fucking leg somehow decides to grow a mind of its own, bouncing up and down with urgency while his teeth are occupied with chewing his fingernails down to the nub. He remembers when the roles were reversed once upon a time, when he was on the plane and she was the one agitated while sitting in the airport. Y/N still had that precious pink flush coating her cheeks when he was ready to board his flight, holding onto one of his biceps when she’d whispered something in his ear that had stuck with him:

”Don’t ever forget to remember me, okay?”

When Billy finally opens his eyes back up to the world around him, a herd of exhausted and enthusiastic travelers alike have exited the gate and met their loved ones with tired hugs and kisses. He rubs his pant leg to settle down while eagerly scoping the crowd for her hair or her face. When his wide eyes finally lands on her, the twang in his gut seeps back up to the surface, making Billy helplessly weak in the knees as he throws himself off the chair and into a pose ready for a warm welcome. He flails his arms in the air for her attention and calls out her name with repetition like a nuisance, both careless and unaware of the ruckus he’s stirred in front of all the annoyed families surrounding him. When Y/N had seen it was Billy that was screaming up a storm, her face cracks up into that same shit-eating grin he’s always known and loved then jogs over. The desperate pair reunite in the middle.

“I thought you were dead or something, asswipe! Why didn’t you ever write or call?” Y/N squealed in his arms as he picks her up and spins her around with sloppy grace. Billy bites his lower lip as he puts her down, his hands going down to cup her cheeks with tenderness, as if she were something to be cherished forever, and she is.

“Eh, some things are just better said face-to-face I guess,” he shrugged, giving her cheek a peck before bending over to pick her bags up and swing them effortlessly over his shoulder. As they bicker back and forth like the good old days while making their way to the dark busy parking lot, Billy can say with utter undeniable truth that he genuinely feels all is right with the world again.

—

“I can’t believe I’m even here right now and finally seeing this dump that stole my best friend with my own two eyes. I mean I got like eighty bucks to my name, little to no idea where I’ll stay, but I actually made it!” she hollered, playfully giving the blonde’s ass a painless smack. He reacted with a bashful jump and a laugh, struggling with her bags under pressure. “Can’t wait to see your car again ‘cause man I missed her. Old Martha still runnin’ smooth and pretty, I presume?”

Billy felt breathless as he set her luggage down to the pavement, reaching for his car keys to unlock the trunk before hauling them inside and slamming it closed. He stops to look back at her with a twinkle of mockery in his eye.

“So that’s what you named my car, huh? Martha?” he fact-checks, going over to the passengers side to open it for her, the chivalry he only abided by around her in particular coming back like it never left at all. Like they were still the same confused teenagers first meeting, getting into mischief just to busy their bland, empty agendas. She gives him a half-hearted shrug before explaining.

“Heard it’s good luck to name everything you own, amirite? Plus, you got no right making fun of that name. That’s my aunt’s name, ‘case you forgot stealing all her pot from her sock drawer and smoking it with me at school,” Y/N retorts with a finger pointed at him accusingly. The blonde behind the wheel let’s out a sarcastic ha ha at the memory, starting up the Camaro and backing out as the girl in the passenger’s side messes with the radio. The fond memories have flooded back almost uncontrollably; he can’t wait to make more, even if they only had tonight.

“In our defense that’s a shitty place to hide all that dope, alright? And uh, pretty sure that’s with boats. You name a boat and that gives you good luck. Not a car, you fuckin’ genius.”

Her face scrunches up in thought as if that’s the most mind-boggling thing she’s ever heard, and it ruins Billy with how fucking cluelessly perfect the facial expression is. He watches with intent as she snaps out of it in a hurry. “What you just said makes literally no sense, but I’ll ignore the ridicule and cut to the chase, Bilbo. What is it you’ve been up to without me or the beach? Gone insane yet?” she teased the last part in his ear, putting a hand on his right shoulder and giving it a squeeze. It takes Billy a moment to try and get used to how normal this really is, being touched by her, and he’d nearly forgotten that she’ll give any guy with a heartbeat the exact same treatment. Billy wasn’t an exception, and surely he wasn’t the first guy to get butterflies either.

With a clear of his throat, he throws back on his social mask for stability before shaking his head, the disbelief out in the open within his tone. “Are you fucking kidding, Smalls? ‘Course I did. What good is anywhere or anything when it doesn’t involve you or the goddamn beach?” Billy finished, finding his way onto the main road and putting the airport in his rear view. The driver thinks back two years prior and reminisced on all the adventures they had in Santa Monica before the inevitable happened. He fixed his hair absentmindedly (maybe even a little self-consciously) before reluctantly rambling on under his breath about what’s been ruined since he got taken away from paradise.

“Not a lot goes on ‘round here. Seriously. Place reaks like cowshit, haven’t met anyone worth my time. Max doesn’t seem to think so though, I guess. She’s even made more friends than me. Like... sure, I found this group of jackasses that worship me for knowin’ how to hold my booze, but I haven’t found anything like what we had. Not even close.” Billy swallows, looking back up to the rear view mirror like how he practiced on the way over. It isn’t the same, and he feels too vulnerable saying anything like that out loud with her sitting right fucking there. So he does what any man in the right mind would do, and reacts to his fear, his doubt. He backs down and changes the subject without looking in her direction to see her face. The boy faked a chuckle, an unconvincing one, then keeps his eyes on the road so he doesn’t fucking crash them.

“Tried to liven things up a little, but it’s so goddamn boring, y’know? So uh, anyway, that’s... yeah.”

It starts off sounding so pitiful, then it ends so fucking weak and pathetic. The blonde foolishly hoped and hoped, knowing he could do it, could put everything into English and say it. But he can’t. It gets stuck on his tongue, stuck like a gross aftertaste of something he can’t get rid of. It stings.

He feels his other leg not pressed on the gas physically twitch when the girl beside him puts a palm on his lap to soothe him of imaginary worries. Her eyes were practically scraping to get inside his soul and have it be her own place to call home when he merely glanced at her. It took an enormous amount of will power not giving in to the temptation, but he pulls it off by distracting himself with views of the dark road ahead.

“Yeah, also uh, my old man won’t know you came here for me. I made sure of it. We’ve got all night to catch up,” he ended on a high note, now finding himself grin at all the possibilities awaiting as the girl now has taken to copying him by eyeballing the lifeless scenery out the window that is Hawkins.

After a hasty moment, she hums to acknowledge him and follows it up with a soft, somewhat unsure murmur. “That’s good. Great, actually. I um, I got lots of shit to fill you in on, and I mean a lot, but... anyways, it’s not important. Fuck. Hey, there any places to eat ‘round here? I’m starving,” she finished with glee, deciding to ditch the mood-killing approach at telling him what had happened to her while he was gone.

The blonde hums as he threw a smile at the road, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in excitement, back in the groove. He had just overreacted, that’s all. Their evening didn’t have to depend on what she said back. He could tell her later on and be at peace whether or not she reciprocated his longing for more.

“Alright. Well uh, lucky for you, Smalls, I know just the right place for us. Get ready for the baddest burgers in this shit town, ‘kay?”

Y/N let out a snort after holding her breath a beat too long, shoving her partner’s shoulder before gluing her eyes to the road.

—

“... So then I’m running as fast as I possibly can to get outta there before this fat guy could catch me, he even threatened me with a goddamn gun. Surprisingly he was really fast, too, alright. Like — like The Flash fast. ‘Coulda almost beat ‘em too, but right after I’m rushing to hop this fence, I jump too high and lose my grip. The ground really knows how to whoop my ass,” Billy snorted as he incessantly raved about the shit pot he’d stirred. After trespassing private property not only on a school night, but also at four in the morning. “Oh, also landed right on the money maker,” he smirked, gesturing towards his face with a French fry covered in ketchup between his fingers. “I think I lost a tooth while I was at it, too.”

“Fucking A, Billy! Dude, to be fair, from the sound of it you really got what you deserved,” Y/N pointed out while marveling at his male idiocracy, a goofy scowl plastered on her face as she shook her head back and fourth. She dropped the napkin she’d crumbled up in her palms to her half-empty plate of a classic diner burger and the French fries that Billy had no shame in picking at. He nodded while looking like he was proud of the chaos he’d created, taking his partner’s Cherry-Vanilla Coke and slurping the remaining sip through the straw. He hadn’t had an appropriate moment to give telling her their situation another try, but he’s content with the comfortable familiarity of exchanging both horrific and grotesque stories in each other’s absence. It felt like slipping on an old pair of boots that still fit somehow, still felt good to wear and walk around in, and he wasn’t willing to unlace them or take them off quite yet.

“Yeah yeah, what goes around comes around. I know. Speaking of which, you uh, you got any news to tell me?” the boy asked suspiciously, recalling how their only topic of conversation all night had been solely regarding his whereabouts and only vague answers coming from her. “I know you weren’t up to any good either, Smalls. Pretty hard to deny, what with our reputations and all.” he grinned, pulling a nearly empty pack of Menthols and sticking one on his lip, signaling their waitress for the check with a hand gesture. Y/N’s face twists into something worrisome, brows knitted, lip bit, arms crossed like she wanted to disappear. She was hiding something.

The uneasiness doesn’t rest lightly on the boy’s shoulders at her expression, and thankfully their waitress has great timing and clears their table of their finished goods.

“Can we talk outside, maybe? Or, or just go— just go somewhere where we can —“

Billy scrambled to assure her that her wish was his command, breaking whatever unwelcome tension with a helpful hand on her shoulder. “Of course, Smalls. You don’t know where you’re staying tonight, right?”

A watery smile spreads on her small face, a slight shake of the head that says no, I’ve had no idea where the fuck to stay every night for months, dipshit.

“Look, I have a plan for you, okay? Got you money for a room at this motel not very far, I’ll take care of you.” he swore, unzipping his jacket and covering her back with it as the frosty air nipped their cheeks on the way outside. The moon glowed in the sky, acting like a night light for them as they approached Old Martha, cranking the heat in as soon as they were both safe inside.

The pair sit in silence, the boy unaware of what’s changed or made her stiffen up; the girl unaware of how she’ll confess something that only a select few know and have already judged.

“Now what— no, who the hell is it that made you this upset, huh?” he threatens to the unknown source of his best friend’s pain, already getting revved up to fly back home and settle this out with his fists. Their destinated motel only a mile away and seatbelts not even fastened.

“I’ve — I’ve been keeping something from you.”

Billy blinks stupidly and throws his hands off the steering wheel and in the air. Could this be it? Could it mean the same thing as him keeping something from her? Nothing is getting answered fast enough, and he’s so sick of waiting. “Okay? And what the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Y/N chews her bottom lip and rests her elbow on the door, her palm now gathering the dramatic beads of sweat from her forehead. “It means I’ve got a reputation; you know, I know, the whole fucking population of Santa Monica knows, Billy! You don’t need to act dumb, okay, it isn’t cute anymore.”

The driver squints in utter bewilderment, finally pushing the brake with impatience, making them bounce forward at the sudden stop. The Camaro sits outside the motel as droplets of rain grow heavier and louder as it pecks on the windows. It could almost drown out the feeling of intensity in the small space.

The blonde pinched the bridge of his nose like an irritated diva, pairing that with a seemingly apathetic eye roll. “I was only kidding back there about that shit. You know I don’t believe that nonsense about you... sleepin’ around or whatever, okay. I only believe you. I trust your word over those assholes and their tendency of spreading fucked up lies about any girl in school, ‘kay?”

Y/N felt on the brink of a drastic explosion, going as far as to open the window and sticking her head outside to feel the raindrops pool around her face, tickling her with its’ gentleness.

“Hey, get your head back in here. You’re gonna catch a cold, and then you’ll have to fly back home sick tomorrow, alright, so could we just cut the charade and talk like adults—” Billy’s reprimand was interrupted by Y/N’s surprising outburst.

“I don’t have a home anymore!” she screeched, yanking her head back inside and flipping her wet hair out of her face before crossing her arms stubbornly. “It was taken away from me. Got kicked out ‘cause of my reputation,” she trailed off as he turned his head to the side in concern mixed with confusion, his jaw wide enough to catch flies. Before spitting another useless question at her, he swallowed with unstoppable nerve and cautiously reached over to her door and roll the window back up.

“Smalls, I’m — I’m fucking sorry. So sorry. But right now all’s I wanna do is get you nice and dry. Cozy too, and in our own space with no one to bother us or... or even kick us out. I’m gonna get your bags, we’ll go fetch a room, and then continue this by then, okay?” he whispered, finding his fingers had gotten wet while delicately petting her damp locks. Her lips wiggled like she was gonna blow into tears any second, and he really hated the sight, but whoever was responsible in making her homeless was gonna be sorry they ever caused someone as close to Billy as she was so much pain.

The rain came down and soaked the blonde’s hair, color fading to a chestnut brown under the weather as he fumbled with his keys to get into the trunk as fast as possible. Her bags weren’t the lightest, but it must’ve been nearly all her belongings if she didn’t have a home anymore. They rested like rocks on his back and in his grasp as he gave Y/N the signal to hurry out as to not get any more drenched than her face had already become. Billy spits on the pavement before counting down from three on his fingers, and as soon as he got to one she was out and flailing in the rain with him, both eager to get warmth and shelter. Some giggles were even shared as they cringed feeling their clothes sticking to their bodies before finally making it inside.

The guy behind the counter wasn’t amused by their boisterous entrance, but they couldn’t find it in them to feel bad. After getting themselves a room key, they forced themselves to put a hault on their dispute for now, just like pressing the pause button on a TV remote; Billy rubbing her lower back in the elevator once he’d set her luggage down and Y/N leaning further into him as tears threatened to wilt out of her. Finding room 1408 thankfully wasn’t like a game of Where’s Waldo, and they’d both gotten comfortable quickly in the tidy space. The boy had set her things down as she fled to the restroom. He’d taken to counting all the shapes he could make out on the tacky wallpaper and got stopped at number fifty-eight. Y/N emerged from the bathroom much drier yet back in a similar state as before; frightened and uncomfortable. Taking action, he threw himself off the King sized bed and took her into his embrace.

“You’re safe with me, you do realize that, right?” he muttered, trying his hardest to keep it together like the broken girl in his arms. She trembled in a way that said she didn’t know she was safe, like she still felt wrong. In one swift movement, she shoved him backward and left him stumbling in ignorance and hurt, barely giving him a warning before she finally snapped.

“It’s true what those boys said about me, what I did with them. You would’ve known that by now if you had a goddamn brain instead of this... this giant heart of a puppy,” she cradled her head in guilt and shame for everything coming from her mouth, stepping back and avoiding his eyes all together. “I slept with the basketball team, the football team, even the fucking tennis club! You name it, I’ve fucked it. You know what’s crazy about this, other than the amount?” she asked rhetorically, her voice winding down to a broken whisper.

Billy feels his eyes well up and he doesn’t put energy into stopping it. There are veins bulging, flaming up in places he hadn’t even known he had. He recalls all the side eyed looks from the boys while he walked down the halls with her, when he’d ditch to smoke her aunt’s dope with her, or in class laughing with her. They weren’t ogling him because they thought they’d be a cute couple. They were laughing at him in silence because he was whipped for Santa Monica’s school skank.

“I don’t regret all of it; well, all but one. You, you remember Chris Hooker, he was your runner up? Chris fucking idolized you, Billy. He wanted to be like you so bad that... he thought one way of being like you was to get with me. And I let him after you left, I was so lonely that I’d do just about anything to cover up the shitstorm of losing you; and if that meant fucking this guy that always dressed like you and acted like you all the time— then so be it.” Y/N shrugged, trying to wipe the endless waterfall of tears as she watched Billy break too.

“You... you didn’t—“ he tried to deny, shaking his head and mimicking her by cradling his head in his hands as he walked in circles back and fourth, not believing anything he’s hearing. She sniffled and rubbed her nose with her sleeve before coming closer to him, looking him in the eye the first time since her confession begun.

“It happened, and I’ve never been this sorry about anything in my life, Billy. In fact, I even said sorry to him, ‘cause I couldn’t take care of it or even myself after he knocked me up and turned my life into this, this total hellhole—“

“You got kicked out because they found out,” Billy mumbles when he came to the realization, staring as if he were hypnotized by the painting of an angel hung up on the wall behind her. “They found out that you got pregnant, then you got rid of it... so they ended up punishing you.”

Y/N clung to him tighter before confirming with an uneasy nod, a sob escaping and tearing through her as she got red.

“I never named it, so I guess it didn’t bring good luck, remember?” she reminded him of their previous conversation when she first landed, stroking his arms up and down with tenderness. “You um, you missed a part of the story actually, a really important one.”

The blonde recoiled from his partner and scrubbed his arms in hysteria, feeling hopeless and weak and like all his doubt had fed to his brain was right. He wasn’t an exception. He wasn’t the good guy, he was just another guy going nuts for the same girl everybody else in their entire class ever did.

“Stop it! Stop hurting yourself, Billy, this is my fault. I should’ve told you sooner that—“

“What? What’s left to say now?”

“That I—“

”WHAT?” his fists were clenched and thick at his sides, the jealousy and the disgust overtaking him and fueling a fire that hadn’t started over night.

“That I love you!” she had shouted, both of them spiraling out of the devastating tornado of abandonment and lies, now joining together in the middle; mirroring their warm welcome at the airport just hours before. Billy’s fingers shoved her by her hips so that they were skin-to-skin as he finally went in for the kiss all the guys back home already knew but he himself had never gotten to experience. They were both gone, desperate for their touches and their actions to say everything they’d wanted to say. The apologies, the love, the hurt. She tasted lovely on his tongue, and he waited for the need to breathe to become nearly unbearable before even thinking of pulling away. Their mouths made a smacking sound as their lips left eachothers, making Billy let out a helpless, weak in the knees sounding moan.

“And to finish the missing part, um... I can’t keep kissing random strangers pretending that they’re you,” she whispers in his ear, bashfully coming back down from her tippy-toes right after giving a playful nibble to his ear and a warm kiss on the cheek. Billy thinks back to his alone time talking in the mirror, all the things he said and wrote down, practiced for this very moment. Like clockwork, he spouts the rehearsed lines out that felt like daggers holding inside.

“Smalls... since I’ve been gone, ah... all’s I’ve done is nearly nothing worth my time except, only except thinking of you when I feel like everything is a lot. And also like everything was never really enough. It’s like one of the only things I feel like has meaning to it for once. ‘Cause you get me, I get you. No one ever surprises me unless you do. And I fucking love you even more, Y/N, and I’d like to make you forget. Forget about those dicks, forget about your parents. You’re with me from here on out, you understand? Smalls?” he opens his eyes to see her doing that thing again, where she scrapes into his soul and nests inside, makes it a home for herself. It makes him melt in all the right and wrong ways imaginable.

“I understand.”