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singularattitudeofasafetypin · 2 years ago

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Jumping at Shadows

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Summary: Reader's at work when Eddie's father shows up out of the blue, looking for him.

Word Count: 3.5K ish

Warnings: ANGST, super insecure Eddie, mentions of past abuse and garbage parenting, self-deprecation, threatening behaviour, childhood trauma. Comfort at the end

A/N: I'm a Brit so anything I get wrong about America, that's why. Hope y'all enjoy!

Please don't copy my work

Seconds stretched into eternities as you flipped impatiently through your magazine. You checked your watch for the hundredth time. Three hours and eighteen minutes! Wednesdays were always slow at the record shop but today was agonising. You'd been on shift for what felt like forever and you just wanted to see Eddie.

Work had kept you apart for almost a week. You were itching to be close again. The thought of tonight’s date with pizza and a movie was too enticing for words.

The shop bell jingled. Despite it heralding the first customer of the day, you didn't look up. Reluctantly, you shoved your magazine under the counter as the customer approached. 'Welcome to Hawkins Record Store, how can I help you today?' you recited with an imperceptible sigh.

'Hey sweetness!'

Your heart stopped. It couldn’t be! Please don’t let it be him!

But there was no mistaking. His hair was shorter, eyes colder, but aside from that…

‘Listen, I’ve been outta town,’ he continued, ‘Looking for a kid named Eddie, I’m a relative. Was hoping to surprise him, know where I might find him?’

You were frozen. Your eyes must be like saucers, wide with fear, heart thumping, blood rushing so loud, surely, he could hear it! What the hell was he doing here? Eddie told you he was in prison states away.

He cocked his head to one side, a laugh passing his lips before he repeated himself, just like Eddie would to get your attention when you zoned out. ‘Any idea where I might find him, sweetheart?

‘No!’ you blurted, hiding your shaking hands by your sides.

He leaned an arm on the countertop, casual enough not to alarm an onlooker but you felt his warning. ‘Are you certain about that, princess?’

His words, laced with poison, made you shiver. Clenching your fists, you nodded, ‘I haven’t seen him around town for a long time,’ you lied, praying he didn’t hear the quaver in your tone. Your fists were curled so tight, fingertips cutting into your skin. You couldn’t stop them trembling. ‘Please let him go! Please let him give up and leave!’ you begged silently.

He stood there staring you down, testing your resolve. He didn’t believe you; you could tell. What was he going to do? Eddie had told you he was in prison. You didn’t know what for but you knew what an awful father he’d been. You had no idea the extent of what this man was capable of!

‘Well, thanks anyway!’ he said eventually, jaw set, turning on his heel and leaving the store.

The door swung shut. You tore your eyes away like he’d burned you. Paralysed by fear, you’d held your breath, now on the verge of hyperventilating. What the hell was Eddie’s father doing here? It couldn’t be anyone else! They were spitting images of each other! The way he looked at you made you feel sick, his eyes a horrible, twisted inversion of the ones you held so dear. What did he want with Eddie?

‘Hey, are you okay?’ Jan, your co-worker laid a hand on your arm making you flinch, ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost!’

Your eyes flickered to the parking lot outside where to your horror, he sat on the hood of a car, checking his watch. Swallowing, you nodded, ‘Fine.’ She didn’t look convinced. ‘Can you cover me a minute? I need to use the phone!’

Jan hesitated. Technically it was against store policy but you looked so shaken she agreed, chiding you to be quick.

You ducked into the backroom, frantically dialling Eddie’s number. The line rang once, twice, thr- ‘Munson Trailer,’

‘Eddie!’

His voice echoed your name back at you, ‘What’s up? I didn’t think you got off shift ‘til like six thirty!’

‘I don’t’ you answered, ‘I just-.’ What did you tell him?

‘Is something wrong? Do you need me to come?’

If you told him the truth, he’d do just that. Jump in his van and come and get you without a second thought.

‘That’s what he wants!’ you thought. ‘That’s exactly what he wants!’ No! After everything that man had done! After everything he’d done to hurt Eddie, he didn’t get to win! It wasn’t your decision to make but if Eddie saw his father, it would be on his own terms! His choice!

His anxious voice crackled through the line, calling your name, ‘Are you alright? What’s going-.’

‘You can’t pick me up from work tonight!’

A pause. ‘What? Why?’ he was confused and a little upset, ‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, I’m fine!’ you said, fighting to sound it. ‘Everything’s fine! I just…’ Need an excuse! ‘I’ve got some other stuff to do tonight so I can’t come over!’ Wow super convincing! ‘I’m gonna get the bus, don’t worry!’ Please don’t worry!

‘Okay?’ he drew out the word, clearly disappointed, ‘I can always-.’

‘No! Really, it’s alright!’ You winced at your snappy tone, ‘I’ll call you later, okay? I promise!’

‘Okay,’ came the flat reply.

‘I love you!’ you hurried but the dial tone cut you off. Your heart stung but it was for the best. If he was annoyed with you, he was less likely to show up! You’d make it up to him later.

***

You eyed the man in the parking lot all afternoon. He never moved, just checked his watch and occasionally glanced inside at you. Your heart was in your mouth and the rest of the shift passed by in minutes.

It wasn’t properly dark when the time came to clock out but dusk was falling fast and the late-autumn breeze in the shadows was cold. Somewhere in the clamour of closing, Eddie’s father had left the parking lot. If only that were enough to let you relax. Now you were even more wary. Scanning your surroundings, you said goodbye to your colleagues and headed for the bus stop a street away.

What you wouldn’t give for Eddie’s hand to hold right now, the warmth and safety of his van with the promise of comfort. Instead, you boarded the bus, hard fluorescent lights glaring as you stared out the window into the darkening night.

By the time you stepped off, it was almost pitch black. Every so often a streetlight would throw your path into sharp relief then douse it in darkness again. Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Nearly home.

A shadow flitted in the corner of your eye. You didn’t look back, only quickened your pace.

Your parents were away for a long weekend so the driveway was empty, nowhere for anyone to be hiding. You fumbled with your keys, finally closing the door behind you and locking it shut. Breathing a sigh of relief, you dropped your bag in the hall. You headed straight for the phone, anxious to hear Eddie’s voice in the safety of your home. It only rang once before he picked up.

‘Eddie-.’ Was all you managed before ruthless, ferocious banging shook your front door.

‘Hey? Hey, sweetheart, what’s going on?’

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move. Eddie was practically yelling down the phone but you were petrified.

The beating got louder, a string of threats and profanities roared from the other side.

Eddie stopped, ‘Is… Is that?’ his shaking voice snapped you back to your senses.

‘Stay where you are!’ you begged, ‘Please Eddie, if you love me, stay where you are!’

You hung up before he could respond, hastily dialling, 911. ‘Hawkins PD, how can I-?’

‘Hopper!’ you screamed, ‘I need Jim Hopper!’

***

Eddie was losing his mind. Huddled on the floor, next to the phone, his mind was racing. He’d thought, or maybe hoped, he’d never hear that voice again. His heart raced, lungs gasping for air, he fought the rising panic in his chest. Wayne was sleeping just feet down the hall but somehow Eddie couldn’t call out for help. He was eight years old again, listening to his mother cry, hand clamped over his mouth to stifle sobs for fear he’d be next. He kept hearing your voice pleading with him to stay put but you needed him! You needed him and he was powerless.

Somewhere in the distance he heard quiet shuffles when Wayne got up for work. His bedroom door opened just as the phone rang. Eddie shot up and grabbed the phone almost screaming your name.

‘She’s fine, this is Police Chief, Jim Hopper,’ came the reply.

Wayne rushed in, concerned at his nephew’s distress, asking a hundred questions but he didn’t hear them. ‘She’s… She’s okay?’ he breathed, scarcely comprehending the words. His heart was still beating a mile a minute. ‘You were okay!’ The thought reverberated between his shallow breaths, ‘You were okay!’

Wayne eased the phone from Eddie’s grip and placed a grounding hand on his shoulder. ‘Wayne Munson speaking,’ he said, raising the handset to his ear, ‘What the hell’s happened Jim?’

While Hopper explained, Eddie sank to the floor. A curse or other exclamation would sound from his uncle every now and then but all he could think about was you. He needed to get to you, to hold you, protect you!

‘I understand. We’ll be right over!’ Wayne hung up the phone and dropped to one knee beside his nephew, softly squeezing his shoulder.

‘Where is she?’ Eddie choked through fresh tears.

‘Down at the station, she’s alright!’ he answered quietly, helping Eddie to his feet, ‘Come on son, let’s go and get your girl!’

***

You sat alone in the police chief’s office, bouncing your leg and staring at the clock. You hadn’t even had time to take off your jacket at home but you still felt cold. Your mind was racing, a thousand blurry thoughts ran through your head, hardly formed. Everything that had happened dwelt on the page that sat on the desk in front of you and now there was nothing left to do but wait.

A door slammed down the hall and angry voices stirred you from your stupor. Above the sound, another voice cut through. Anxious and afraid. Calling your name.

You were already standing up before he burst through the door and threw his arms round you. You curled your own around his neck, relief washing over you. Eddie clung to you like a lifeline, face buried in your neck and hands grasping at your clothes like you were about to disappear. Hot tears began to soak your shoulder and you held him tighter.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked after a while, voice thick with tears. He held you at arms-length, looking you over. ‘Did he hurt you?’

‘No!’ you assured, cupping his cheek and pressing your foreheads together. ‘No darling, I’m okay! I’m okay now!’ Your voice caught on the last word and your own unshed tears began to fall.

For a long time, neither of you could do anything more than hold each other, thanking the stars you were both safe.

‘This isn’t how I thought today was gonna go!’ you laughed through the tears, remembering your ruined plans. A weak smile glanced across Eddie’s face but when he looked up, his eyes were still raw with pain.

‘If he’d done anything to you-!’

‘He didn’t!’ you soothed, tracing his hairline with your fingertips.

He caught your hand and pressed it to his lips, relishing your touch. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

Your heart clenched at his broken tone and tears began to well in your own eyes again. ‘Because you would have rushed in and got me!’ you sighed, wiping your cheeks on your sleeve, ‘You wouldn’t have hesitated and I didn’t-.’

You struggled for words. His eyes never left yours, needing to understand what he’d done to make you distrust him.

‘I didn’t want you to have to see him! That’s what he wanted and I…’ you looked away, ‘I wanted you to have it on your own terms!’

‘Oh baby!’ he melted instantly, hugging you close again, pouring every scrap of love into his embrace.

‘He’s taken so much from you already; I didn’t want him to take away your choice!’ you murmured into his chest between sobs.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, rubbing circles over your shoulder blades with one hand. The other curved around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Absorbed in each other, it was a while before you noticed the angry voices moving closer.

‘I don’t care Jim! That monster ruined my boy’s childhood and his mother’s life! I won’t let him ruin it or that poor girl’s any further!’ Wayne had never been this angry before. He was normally quiet, a man of few words but you heard every one imaginable directed towards the man in the cell a few doors down.

‘I’m hearing you Wayne, believe me!’ Hopper countered, ‘But this is a police station! I can’t let you go around making open threats like that!’

The two men entered the room. Wayne’s anger faded when he saw the two of you. Cupping your cheek fondly he placed his other hand on Eddie’s back. ‘Are you okay kid?’ he asked, lines of worry prominent on his face. You nodded gratefully, forcing a smile.

Hopper clicked a pen, putting his signature next to yours at the bottom of you statement and leaning his hands on the desk. ‘That’s everything I need taken care of’ he said, ‘And I don’t want you to worry. He’s not getting out of holding anytime soon!’ he paused, grimacing like he tasted something bitter. His eyes shifted from you to Eddie. ‘Just one more thing… He’s asking to see you.’ Silence. ‘Now I’m not saying you have to-.’

‘Absolutely not!’ Wayne snapped, ‘If he thinks after all this-.’ He went off on one again and Hopper tried to interject.

Eddie just stood there, still holding onto you but staring at nothing. You could see the thoughts flying through his mind. You squeezed his arm gently. He looked down at you something unfathomable in his gaze.

‘I’ll go with you if you want,’ You whispered.

His eyes widened, ‘I can’t ask you to do that!’

‘You’re not asking,’ you answered. ‘You don’t have to.’

He thought for a moment then nodded slightly. ‘Okay,’ he said, cutting off the argument abruptly. ‘I’ll go.’

‘Son, wait a minute-.’

‘It’s my choice!’

***

He was going to do it! He was going to march in there and tell that monster exactly what he thought! Warn him never to come near him or anyone he loved ever again! Years of pent-up hatred and resentment boiled in his blood.

‘Just in here.’

Hopper gestured to the door. He was going to tell him where to go! He was gonna-. But Eddie’s hand stopped over the doorknob. His veins turned to ice. Everything came flooding back.

You clutched his arm, trying to comfort him but he couldn’t hear you. All the shouting and the insults and abuse echoed through his mind. Ghosts he’d thought were long gone grew flesh in an instant.

‘Eddie!’ Wayne caught his quivering hand, drawing him out of the spiral. ‘Come on son,’ he said gently, ‘Let’s go home!’

He could feel everyone’s gaze like laser beams. Ducking his head to hide the red-hot shame burning his cheeks, he nodded quickly.

***

The ride home was silent. Wayne offered to put you up in their trailer for night and you gladly accepted. You didn’t want to be alone tonight and you didn’t want Eddie to be either.

He was uncharacteristically quiet.

That was a bad sign, it always was, and him shying away from your touch was an even worse one.

‘I’m really sorry, I’ve got a shift tonight and I’m late as it is,’ Wayne said as you stepped inside, ‘I don’t want to leave you kids but-.’

‘It’s okay Wayne, we get it,’ you assured.

He nodded appreciatively, ‘Look after each other, and keep this door locked ya hear?’

You smiled and nodded, wondering where you’d be without his kindness. ‘Thanks Wayne, for everything!’

He waved a hand as if to say ‘Don’t mention it,’ collected some things, and was gone.

The two of you were alone.

After standing awkwardly for a moment, you found yourself curled up in the arm of the sofa hugging a cushion. The familiar scent helped calm your still shaken nerves. You were safe. Everything was alright.

Eddie couldn’t even look at you. He staggered into the kitchen and clutched onto the countertop for support. Humiliation kept its searing hold.

What had he been thinking? What, he was gonna go in there and say something heroic? He was gonna scare the man who’d made his childhood a living hell? Who’d hurt his mom? Who gone after you? Like some ridiculous knight in shining armour, he would slay the dragon and save the princess?

And what had he done? Cowered in fear! Stood there shaking like a fool! He couldn’t even go in there! Couldn’t face him! Couldn’t defend the girl he loved. He was a child again, running away and jumping at shadows! A coward!

He struck the worktop.

Pain shot through his wrist but he didn’t care. He cursed and cried, hitting the counter and kicking at the cupboards blindly until your hands caught his, voice begging him to stop but he was too far gone.

‘There you go then!’ Bitter tears fell as he pulled away from your grasp. ‘You finally saw it!’ he drawled. He spread his arms and grimaced in wretched, theatrical defeat. ‘The real me!’

You’d never seen him this upset. It was like some irreplaceable piece had broken inside, shattered beyond repair.

‘I don’t know how you can stand to look at me!’ he laughed hysterically, reaching to cover his mouth, ‘Especially now! Now you know I look just like him!’ he clawed at his cheek like he wanted to shred the skin.

‘Eddie!’ you coaxed. He recoiled from your outstretched hand.

‘No, no I get it! You don’t have to pretend you still want me! I wouldn’t!’ he stammered, voice catching, ‘I wouldn’t want me either!’

‘Eddie!’

‘I’ll go!’ he choked through tears, already backing away from you, ‘I’ll stay away! You don’t have to look at me! Ever again, I swear!’ Every word felt like a punch to the stomach.

He turned, moving quickly down the narrow corridor, throwing his bedroom door closed.

You ran after him, holding back your own tears and taking a breath before gently pushing the door open again.

He was curled at the foot of his bed, head in his knees, muffling his cries. Dropping down next to him, you pulled him into an embrace. He flinched at your touch but you didn’t move away. Resting your cheek on his head, you hushed and comforted for who knows how long. Stroked his hair and murmured words of solace. In time, the wrenching, soul-wracking sobs subsided and turned to stifled hiccups.

‘I mean it!’ he said weakly, ‘I won’t blame you; you don’t have to stay!’

‘I’m not going anywhere!’ you insisted, cupping his face and guiding his face to yours. His red, swollen eyes still wouldn’t meet yours but you felt him relax at your closeness. ‘I’m staying right here! With the wonderful, brave man I love!’

The ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, ‘Harrington lives the other side of town!’

A rueful laugh escaped your lips and his smile grew wider at the sound. ‘You idiot!’ you pressed a kiss to his forehead then leaned yours against it. ‘I mean you!’

‘No!’ he muttered, shaking his head and pulling back, ‘I’m not that! I’m not those things!’

‘You are!’ he kept shaking his head ‘til you gripped his jaw, holding it still. ‘You are every one of them and more!’

He looked at you now, eyes full of anguish, ‘But he scared you so much and-,’ his face contorted, ‘And I look just like him!’

You smoothed a tender thumb over his cheek, wiping away the tear tracks that had begun to run fresh again, watching his eyes flutter closed. ‘No, you don’t,’ He tried to protest but you persisted, ‘I thought you did too at first.’

He stopped, ‘What changed your mind?’ he asked a tentative smile, crossed his face.

Leaning back slightly, to take him all in, you simply said, ‘Your eyes are different.’ You reached to play with a strand of his hair while you studied him. ‘They’re warmer.’

He drew a shaky breath and, tracing his hairline, you continued, ‘Your smile is brighter, your words are kinder.’ Your hand came to rest on his shoulder, squeezing, ‘Because you, Eddie Munson, are kind, and brave, and good! And I could never love anyone better!’ You smiled faintly, ‘I don’t think you look anything alike!’

A moments silence passed then he threw his arms around you so tightly you thought you’d burst! Your arms wound their way round his neck; you buried your face in his shoulder. ‘I love you!’ he whispered, breathless, ‘I love you! I love you! I love you!’

‘I love you too!’

***

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milktei · 3 years ago

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Again.

Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: none(?)

Requests: Open

Also posted on ao3 Milktei

a/n : another angst post? who would’ve thought? ahhh it’s been so long since i’ve written anything i’ve deemed as post worthy and i’m still not sure of this one because i’m worried the conclusion is too sudden lol. still it felt good to write again and i hope to do more now that school is lightening up.

edit: 1000+ notes later (oh my god???? thank you???) i realize that i lost some of my paragraphs in my copying pasting process from my notes app to here, somehow the story was still great and made sense but now it’s in its best form lmao

It was different. You weren’t sure if it would ever be the same.

Technically speaking, you and Sakusa had been dating for three years. That is, if you didn’t count the four months where you had thought that he was done with you for good.

It was still jarring really, it had been 2 months since you two got back together and the both of you were lounging on your couch in your apartment as if nothing ever happened.

You still remembered the day vividly. How could you not? You were so shocked you stood at your doorway speechless for more than a couple minutes. The possibility of a second chance was within reach just when you were about to lose hope and attempt to move on from the man you thought you would marry.

When Sakusa had called your name again you eventually broke from your shock and without thinking you took him back.

It was not as if you had regretted your decision. Far from it actually. However, after such a big event happening in your relationship it would be even more surprising if nothing had changed and the two of you went back to exactly how you were before.

Before you knew it, the episode of the show you two were watching ended and Sakusa flipped his phone to check the time. “Ah it’s getting late I should get going.”

A couple months ago you would have pouted, whined about him having to leave and then try to convince him to stay. Eventually it would lead to him staying the night.

But now? You thought back to your last big argument. Where he yelled at you for being too needy, too clingy, too dependent on him and his presence when he had a busy life of his own.

That was the day he broke up with you, claiming that he couldn’t put up with you anymore. If he had done it before there was nothing stoping him from doing it again at anytime.

So you were cautious around him, making sure to prevent anything he had a gripe with from happening. Whether that be speed cleaning your apartment before he came over, only texting him when he did first, not asking him to stay just a tad bit longer. It was nearly exhausting.

You sat up and stretched rubbing at the cheek that had been pressed against his toned chest. “Alright,” you replied quietly, getting off of him so that he could move.

You weren’t looking at his face to notice, but a look of worry crossed Kiyoomi’s face.

He wasn’t dense, he noticed the way you were walking on eggshells around him. He saw you were trying nearly too hard to make sure that he didn’t get upset with you. It was quite heartbreaking in all honesty. He thought that he had made it well known that he still wanted you, and that he was wrong to look at your habits with disdain. He missed your quirks so much in those four months. He was slightly hoping that you would do you usual pout and instead of pulling away, you would hug him closer.

In hindsight, Sakusa genuinely couldn’t think of any good reason as to why he decided to split things off with you that day. There were so many other options that would have gone better, such as actually talking to you.

Instead, he let his exhaustion acquired from his busy lifestyle as an athlete cloud his judgment, and dropped the bombshell one random day.

In the period where you two weren’t together, Sakusa had learned what it truly meant to be lonely, and a month in, he was already thinking of way to ask you to take him back. Eventually not allowing his pride to get in the way and just forcing himself to do it, knowing he would only regret it for the rest of his life if he didn’t at least try.

With worry still fresh in his mind, he got up and you followed him quietly to the front door of your apartment with your head down.

He slowly pulled open the closet but didn’t reach for his jacket. “Do you want to go out for dinner after I finish practice tomorrow?”

He could see the way your body filled with excitement, but as quickly as it came, it left.

You shifted from one foot to the other “If you would like… You won’t be too tired after?“

Sakusa winced as his words were unintentionally thrown back at him

“Can’t you see how tired I am after practice? I can’t go out with you all the time y/n”

“I know Omi, I just thought since it’s been a while-“

“I really don’t have the energy to deal with this right now y/n. I feel disgusting and need to shower. Maybe next time.”

“…Okay.”

That was the end that phone call. There was no next time.

“I miss you.” He had spoken without thinking.

You looked up at him and chuckled nervously, “But l’m right-“

Kiyoomi’s frustrated sigh interrupted you, his eyebrows furrowed and he ran a hand through his hair “I worded that wrong. I miss… us.”

Your stunned silence filled the room. Sakusa sighed and reached down, gingerly grabbing one of you hands with both of his.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how different you’ve been acting.” his grip tightened and his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s all my fault.”

You opened your mouth to object but he already started speaking

“Those 4 months without you was one of the worst periods of my life, and now that I have you back it still doesn’t feel right. you don’t have to be so careful around me. I was an idiot who didn’t know how to deal with being loved so greatly by someone as amazing as you.”

Your breath hitched as you watched Sakusa glare down at your intertwined hands his hands trembling as he spoke.

“You should never have to feel as if you have to be the perfect person around me. You should never have to change, to sacrifice your mental health, and exhaust yourself just because you’re afraid that I’ll leave…again. I see how you try so hard around me when I hardly deserve it after everything I put you and our relationship though” Sakusa’s voice cracked and he abruptly stopped. Clearing his throat before attempting to speak.

“I… the way I talked down to you that day was completely unacceptable. I completely understand if you now realize that being in this relationship is too much to deal with and that you would just be better off without me-“

“Please don’t say that.” you whispered.

Sakusa tore his gaze away from your hands and was greeted with tears streaming down your face. His eyes softened.

“Oh no, no I’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you-“

He was cut off by a sob and Sakusa immediately let your hand go and instead pulled you into his arms.

“I still love you.” You sobbed “I know that you should have never been so harsh to me. But I want us to work through this so badly. I’m just scared because nothing is stopping you from breaking it off again, so I thought that if I worked on myself…”

Sakusa shook his head “Don’t blame yourself, not to cut me some slack. I have some things that I need to work on, and I will because I promise you that we can figure this out. We’ll be able to be ourselves around each other again. My desire to make things right and to be with you for the rest of our lives, that is what is keeping me from ever uttering those words again.”

You hiccuped but hesitantly nodded as best you could in Sakusa’s embrace.

“We’re both a mess aren’t we?” you said through slowing sobs.

Sakusa sighed, “This is the exact opposite of how I wanted this night to end.” he grumbled as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

You couldn’t help the teary giggle that escaped your lips and it was like music to Sakusa’s ears. You lifted your arms to wrap around his torso and buried your face into his chest. Covering his sweater in tears and snot but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“You’re not going anywhere.” you eventually grumbled pulling him closer “not after what you said.“

Sakusa laughed and leaned his cheek on the top of your head allowing the both of you to sway back and forth.

“Never again.”

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu #sakusa x reader

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 3 years ago

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Do We Have a Deal?

TWST AU: An MC/Yuu from Hazbin Hotel

Demon Lord!MC/Yuu

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, Crowley “accidentally” summoned a demon and they now hang around NRC.

[TW]: A brief mention of MC/Yuu having intrusive thoughts of consuming human souls and flesh.

Gender Neutral MC/Yuu

[A/N]: I have been listening to Insane by Black Gryph0n (ft. Baasik) and it’s quite catchy.

First question: How did they arrived in Twisted Wonderland?

There’s an old forbidden book locked away in an enchanted glass case, hidden deep in the library to prevent students to have their hands on it. Dire Crowley, as irresponsible as he is, decided to open the case just for curiosity.

Trein spotted him and warned him about what it contains. Incantations, immoral rituals, harmful spells, the list goes on. (Don’t ask me how he knows. All I can say he’s way old to know what’s dangerous.) After being warned, Crowley still continues to possibly doom everyone’s lives.

He got the book and flips through the pages containing cryptic symbols and eerie messages written from the previous writer. Then he finds one page that caught his masked eyes.

[Pg. 667: <The Radio Demon>]

The summoning goes by a ritual involves a secluded area, 5 candlesticks, a pentagram with symbols copied from the page, an old radio and a drop of impure blood. There’s specific instructions the reader needs to follow.

Then Crowley proceeds to perform the ritual in the Mirror Chamber. As he finishes the instructions, the floor cracks opens to reveal a figure in a sharp suit with asymmetrical deer antlers and eyes glowing eerily staring at Crowley.

“Who has summoned me and what business you have in mind~?” Their voice as if muffled through a microphone with technical problems at a radio station.

“The Radio Demon?”

*Record scratches*

Now in their actual voice. “…That’s my brother, Alastor. I’m the Static Demon.”

Yep. That’s right. They’re related to The Infamous Radio Demon.

There’s been a HUGE misunderstanding. The demon snatches the forbidden book out of Crowley’s hands and flips to their page.

[Pg. 667 <The Radio Static Demon>]

“I told that writer not to write in a candle lit room at night. Great, now I need to get this over with and finish what started.” They mumbled before turning the attention to Crowley, shadowing over the headmaster. Smiling sinisterly down at him.

“Now tell me, my fellow crow-man, do you wish to make a deal~? If you try to trick me with your human cleverness, it won’t work.”

Now Crowley screwed up. He unleashed a demon who can turn people mad. He panics and offers a deal for them to hang around while try not to cause insanity.

Static Demon!MC/Yuu was just summoned in an unfamiliar world so why not explore the place.

Also Static Demon!MC/Yuu found Grim and demands Crowley to register the feline creature in the college since they see great “potential” in him.

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: Young man, I don’t know what you’re talking about. What Great Seven? I only know powerful people from Hell, and one of them is me~

[Croaks their neck to the side while smiling creepily over Ace. Static noises start deafening the First Year student’s ears.]

Ace: *Covers his ears* *Has a terrified expression and internally screaming*

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: Are we clear?

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: *Pulls out their reading glasses and reads a contract from Azul* …You boys are idiots.

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: Eh?!

Ace: You don’t have to remind us about it.

Deuce: We’re really sorry, Lord MC/Yuu…

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: You should’ve asked for my help with the exam. Not sign your will off with a grubby eight-legged mafia boss.

Trey: MC/Yuu, what do you usually eat?

Static Demon!MC/Yuu’s cannibalistic thoughts: ‘The souls/flesh of the innocence!’

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: Bagels.

Static Demon!MC/Yuu’s cannibalistic thoughts: ‘What?! No!’

Static Demon!MC/Yuu: And venison. That’s what I usually consume back home.

[(A/N): Little lore for this MC/Yuu: They try to eat less human flesh since after having access to the internet back in Hell, they got disgusted by facts of what diseases their future victims can carry.]

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jazzycurls · 2 years ago

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I want to know what love is -

pt.4

Summary: After years of being stuck in an abusive marriage you are hoping to start a new life with your son. Meeting an old acquaintance awakens feelings in you that you thought were long gone. Will your broken heart allow you to love again?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: No use of y/n, angst, PTSD, domestic violence, injuries, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, curse words, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, (let me know if I missed something)

An: Hi you guys! This is my first attempt at writing of any kind. All feedback is welcome, be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me.

Word Count: 7,330

You were officially avoiding Eddie. The first few times you had blown him off it was coincidental. Things with the divorce proceedings had finally kicked off and time was sparse these days. The judge had approved having the court date moved up to two weeks due to the special circumstances with your husband. Which really meant it was because he was a pos woman abuser.

The bad thing about that, however, was it left you with time to fester on your thoughts and insecurities. Like, how could you have allowed yourself to get involved with someone?

You were still married technically. Even though that meant nothing to your husband, it still meant something to you. No matter if your marriage was dead and buried.

So whenever Eddie called, you feigned that you were too busy to talk or if he stopped by you were suddenly just leaving. The hurt look in his eyes killed you inside but you knew it was for his own good.

He shouldn't have to settle for someone with so much baggage. No matter how much you wanted and cared for him, you weren't good enough for him. If you love someone you only want the best for them and you loved Eddie, you were sure of that now.

You sighed as you sat in the doctor's office, today was the day that your cast would come off. Picking up a Rolling Stone magazine, you flipped through the pages trying to pass the time.

You were halfway through the magazine when someone sat next to you and leaned close to your ear, whispering your name. A small gasp escaped you, startled by the unexpected noise.

Looking up you saw Robin's smiling face. "Hey Robin, how's it going," you asked with an easy smile. You sat the magazine down on the end table and turned your body slightly towards her.

"It's going good, just getting ready for Eddie's graduation and all that jazz," she replied slyly.

"Right— that is coming up huh," you said thoughtfully. With everything you had going on you had completely forgotten about that. You had wondered if Eddie would graduate this year. At that moment you wished that you weren't avoiding him so he could have told you personally.

"So— when is the date?" you asked nonchalantly. Pretending to feign interest, you looked down and began to pick at your nails.

Robin nudged your shoulder with hers gently, forcing you to look into her eyes. "I think you should ask him yourself," she said softly with a knowing smile.

Guilt ate at your conscience, making you lower your gaze again. "It's not that simple Robin," you replied with a heavy sigh.

She took your hand into hers. "I know that we don't know each other that well," she pauses before continuing. "But what I do know is how Eddie feels about you," she states firmly. "I think that you both deserve to have a conversation and be honest about what you want."

Tears spring forward threatening to fall. You looked at Robin and nodded your head, giving her hands a light squeeze. Before you could respond the nurse came into the waiting room, calling your name. You gave Robin a quick hug, promising to meet up soon before heading toward the nurse.

You sigh as you skirt around the question asked by your son. He had just asked if Eddie would be able to come by soon. Giving him a vague answer, you simply stated that you wanted to give him space so he could focus since it was the end of his school year.

He seemed to accept the answer and went back to preparing for bed. Once you had tucked him, you went to take the trash out. The trash had rapidly filled up and you had waited until the last minute to take it out.

You lugged the bag into the trash can on the side of your house before tossing it in. The night air was humid with no clouds in sight, with stars glittering in the sky. You dusted your hands off as you turned and walked back toward your trailer.

As you neared your porch steps, you noticed Eddie standing on his porch smoking a cigarette. Your eyes met at once, you held his gaze unable to look away. A puff of smoke exhaled from his lips, drifting off into the air.

You slowly walked along the short path to his home, stopping at his steps. Your stomach was twisted in knots as he regarded you with an impassive look.

You lowered your gaze unable to bring your eyes back to his face. You settle for staring at his Metallica shirt. Your nerves were shot and it felt as if you could hurl at any second.

Seconds ticked by without either of you speaking. "He's not going to make this easy on me," you thought silently. With another exhale a cloud of smoke floated through the air.

"Nice weather tonight huh," you joked lamely.

"I guess it is, huh?" he replied in a monotone voice. He turned slightly and flicked the ash into the yard. His eyes looked emotionless, you never realized how much you adored his expressive eyes until now.

"Eddie— I," you began and stopped, unable to form your words. You ran a hand over your face in exasperation. Taking a deep breath you gazed into his eyes imploringly, trying to convey all of the emotions you were feeling.

Something within his eyes stirred at that moment, warmth flooding his irises. A small smile worked its way onto your lips at that, which he quickly returned. Suddenly, a nice-looking car pulled into the driveway beside you.

You could tell they weren't from this park. No one had a car as nice as that one around here. The driver sat in the seat for a moment before getting out of the car. She was a petite blonde with a Hawkins High cheerleader outfit on. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail.

She gave you a small wave of acknowledgment before sauntering up to Eddie. She smiled prettily as she greeted him, her eyes crinkling in merriment. "Hey Eddie," she said sweetly. "I needed to see you, are you busy?" She cast a glance in your direction with a small smile before turning back to him.

You looked towards Eddie whose gaze was on hers with a fond expression. He looked back towards you, his face conflicted. "Wait for me in my room Chrissi, kay,?" he replied.

Your heart twisted painfully, feeling the bitter emotions of jealousy brewing again. Who was she? Was she just a friend? What was it about Eddie that caused you to be so jealous? You were never like this with your husband.

She nodded in agreeance and strolled into the trailer, shutting the door.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, everything that you had wanted to say earlier had dried up on your tongue. "I um— I just wanted to say that I," you faltered. You took a deep breath before continuing "I know your graduation is coming up and I wanted to know when is the ceremony," you asked, averting your eyes.

"Is that all that you wanted to say to me?" he retorted. He flicked the cigarette butt onto the gravel of the driveway, without taking his eyes off of you.

You sighed "I also just wanted to say that I was sorry for blowing you off," "I've been so busy with my divorce case, that I haven't had the time for anything else," you replied, telling half of the truth. You weren't that busy.

He tilted his head back in silent contemplation before looking back at you. "I know that wasn't all that you wanted to say," he replied bluntly.

"I'm not sure what's going on with you but whenever you're ready to talk to me, I'll be here," he says slowly, shoving his hands into his pajama pockets.

You just stand there, staring at him in shock. How could he expect you to spill your guts to him when at this very moment he had another woman waiting for him in his room?

You nod your head slowly "goodbye Eddie," you softly reply, turning and heading back to your home. Tears fall silently down your face. "Geez, get a hold of yourself," you admonish softly.

Stepping through your doorway, you close and lock it behind you. Light sobs finally escape you, once you're in the privacy of your home. Unable to stop yourself, you go to your window and peek out looking at Eddie's trailer.

He's still standing there on his porch leaning against the railing. His head hangs low, letting his curly mane fall into his face. Abruptly, he turns his head and looks directly at your window. Even though you know he can't, it still feels like he's looking directly at you.

Just as quickly, he turns and goes into his trailer shutting the door. You close your blinds and flop onto your couch. You lay there for a long time, staring up at your ceiling, as tears stream down the sides of your face into your hair.

Today is the day of your court date and you're nervous as hell. Your son is with your neighbor Mrs. Brenda, which allowed your parents to be present with you.

You, your lawyer, and your parents are all crowded in a small office for a quick meeting. Your lawyer goes over some small details before the proceeding commences.

Once he's finished, you excuse yourself to the restroom. You walk the short distance down the hall into the small bathroom, closing the door behind you. "You got this," you repeat to your reflection in the mirror.

Your words sound brave but your nerves are shot. Dark shadows sit under your eyes from lack of sleep. You were up all night, mind racing a mile per minute.

The person you needed the most right now wasn't here and that was entirely your fault. At this point, you couldn't find a valid reason as to why you had pushed him away. Maybe this was an effect of the abuse you had suffered for so long. Maybe you were too afraid to love again for fear of the unknown.

You weren't sure of anything anymore. The only certain thing was that everything seemed easier when Eddie was around. Now that he wasn't, the weight of everything pressed down heavily on your shoulders.

You had already come to terms that you had fallen in love with Eddie. Plain and simple, you weren't sure when it happened but you knew that it was a fact that could not be changed. You just hoped that there was still a chance for you two.

You could do this, your son needed you to be strong no matter what. With one final look in the mirror, you steeled your shoulders back and slung your purse over your shoulder. You exited the restroom and headed toward the entrance of the courtroom. Proceedings would start in approximately five minutes.

You stood by the side door to the courtroom with your lawyer patiently, when the bailiff opened the door ushering you inside. Your case was public, so anyone could attend if they wanted.

You glanced around the room noticing that your ex-husband and his lawyer were already seated. He sat there with a scowl etched into his features. You looked at the benches behind him and noticed that his parents were a no-show, which was no surprise. They were absent as parents and as grandparents so that was expected.

There were a few people here in show of support for you. There were your parents, of course, some of your co-workers and unexpectedly Nancy and Robin were here.

You gave them a small smile. Even though you hadn't known them very long, they were proving to be great friends. Towards the back you noticed a curly mop of hair sitting tall against the pew.

Eddie was here! Your eyes watered briefly as your eyes met his. You mouthed a brief thank you to which he returned with a smile and a thumbs up. Your spirits were instantly lifted, you could definitely do this.

You quickly sat down and waited for the judge to enter. After a few minutes, she arrived in the room.

"All rise," the bailiff commanded. After everyone besides the judge stood up, he continued "the court is now in session."

A triumphant grin was plastered across your face as you exited the courthouse. You were officially divorced from your husband. The judge also awarded you full custody of your son as well. Tears of joy slipped down your face.

You stood on the court steps and turned to your lawyer as you shook his hand. "Thank you so much for the time and effort you put into my case," you stated sincerely.

"It was my pleasure, hopefully, this will be the last time you need my services," he joked lightly with a smile before walking away.

You turned to your parents who both gave you a big hug at once. "We're so happy for you dear," your mother whispered to you.

"I love you, honey," your father said kissing you on your forehead.

They let you go giving you a quick goodbye, so you could greet your friends. Nancy and Robin stood to the side, with big smiles on their faces. "What you did today, that took a lot of guts," "I'm so happy and proud of you," Nancy gushed giving you a tight hug.

"You're a strong woman and you deserve nothing but happiness," Robin stated cheerfully.

"Thank you guys, I appreciate you being here for me, it means a lot." You brushed a few stray tears from your cheek. "I'm so happy, I met you two."

"Ditto," Robin replied hugging you.

Nancy smiled in response "Steve wanted me to tell you he's sorry he couldn't make it and he sends his love."

"Tell him I said thank you." you smiled back.

You turned to your right, seeing Eddie standing off to the side. "I'll see you guys later," you stated, giving them another hug before heading over to Eddie.

"Hi, Eddie," you said as your eyes crinkled in happiness.

"Hey sweetheart," he stated in response.

"I just want to say how grateful I am to have you in my life," you replied earnestly. "I know that things aren't great between us right now but you still were there for me nonetheless." You pause and wait for his reply on bated breath.

"I would do anything for you, nothing's going to change that." He looks down at you gazing into your eyes. His eyes were guarded but still held some of the warmth you were accustomed to.

"You step closer to him, putting your hand upon his cheek. "Eddie, I lo—."

"I can't believe this shit!"

You and Eddie both turned around in surprise. Your now ex-husband stood a few feet away with a grimace on his face.

Your breath left you in one full swoosh. Even though you had won the case, you were still terrified of him. Eddie quickly grabbed your hand in his, pulling you closer to him. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I guess you couldn't wait to divorce me huh?" "You're like a bitch in heat, jumping from one dick to the next!" he snapped.

Before you could react, Eddie flew from your side towards your ex. His ringed fingers smashed into his face with a sickening thud. He hoisted him up by his collar, putting his face near his "watch your fucking mouth, you son of a bitch!" he snarled.

Your ex yanked his head back, smashing his forehead into Eddie's mouth.

Eddie stumbled back, dazed for a moment, before righting himself and charging in again. They began to exchange blow for blow before tousling each other to the ground.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you screamed for them to stop. You grabbed onto Eddie's arm, who was now sitting on top of your ex pummeling him into the pavement. "Eddie, please!" you begged.

He turned around, his face falling at seeing your tear-stricken face. He stood up abruptly and swiveled towards you, taking you into his arms.

You both became aware of the onlookers and the fact that you were still standing near the courthouse. "C'mon Eds, let's get out of here please, he's not worth it." you pleaded.

Eddie turned his head in your ex's direction, who was still sitting on the ground holding his bloody nose "don't speak to her, don't look at her, don't even think about her," he exclaimed. Heavy breaths caused his chest to rise and fall.

He turned back to you and ushered you down the steps into the parking lot. You were in a stupor when you both came to a stop by Eddie's van. "Hey— princess?" "Look at me please!" Eddie gripped your arms tightly, peering into your eyes.

Finally, you turned to him with a pained look in your eyes. "I'm sorry," your voice was small and broken. You laid your head on his chest, sobs wracking your frame.

"Hey, hey— sorry for what?" "I hope you're not apologizing for what that fuck face did back there," he said.

"This is exactly what I didn't want to happen, Eddie," "you shouldn't have to deal with this!" You let out an exasperated sigh, stamping your foot to the ground.

"You shouldn't have to either, sweetheart!" "Nobody deserves to have to deal with that, especially you!" he affirmed.

You knew deep down that he was right but a part of you still believed that it was your mess to deal with alone.

"Let's get out of here, I'll drive you home if that's okay?" Eddie asked gently.

You nodded your head, yes, letting him help you up into his van. He ran around and hopped into the driver's side, cranking the car quickly. The drive back to the park was silent, you closed your eyes, instantly feeling drained.

It was crazy how your ex could manage to destroy the joy you felt from the divorce settlement in a split second. You opened your eyes and peeked over at Eddie. His eyes were focused on the road, a frown was settled on his face from deep contemplation.

You closed your eyes again letting yourself drift off to sleep.

You were awakened by someone gently shaking you awake. You opened your eyes to find Eddie standing beside the opening of the van door. "Hey sleepy head," he said giving you a lopsided grin.

"Hey," you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. You let out a small yawn, before taking his outstretched hand and hopping down from the van.

The sun was low in the sky creating a pinkish-orange hue directly behind Eddie's silhouette. You thought that he looked like an angel at that moment.

"So, where's the little man?" Eddie wondered aloud breaking you out of your reverie.

"He's with Mrs. Brenda right now," you replied distractedly. Your gaze was now focused on your fingers intertwined with his, you had yet to let go of his hand and you didn't want to either.

"Eddie, I'm really sorry," you implored. "I shouldn't have let my insecurities push you away." You ran your thumb across his as you continued "I realize now that my fears were unbased and I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way."

You sniffled a little as you poured every ounce of courage into your next words "I love you, Eddie," "I love everything about you, from your personality, your laugh, your hair, and the way you uplift me." "I know that you may or may not have a girlfriend but I can't let another day go by without telling you how I feel."

Eddie looked at you, his brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. He coughed, swiping at his eyes as he squeezed your hand. "I love you too, I think I've loved you ever since the moment I caught you spying on me," he laughed.

"Hey! I was not spying, I was just making sure that there wasn't some crazed maniac loose in the neighborhood," you quipped, giving a light laugh. Your nerves started to settle with the banter.

"Seriously though," he began, unsure of how to put his feelings into words adequately. "I love you and there's no one else," he replied seriously. "You deserve all of the happiness in the world and I want to be the one to give it to you."

You laughed breathlessly as you rested your head on his shoulder. Lingering tears dusted your lashes.

With his finger he tilted your chin back up, directing your gaze onto his. You held your breath as he leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering over yours. "I missed you, sweetheart," he whispered.

"I missed you too, Eds," you confided, whimpering as he pressed his lips to yours. You ran your tongue against the cut on his lower lip soothingly, trying to kiss the bruise away.

He pressed his body onto yours with a groan, pushing you against the van. Your hands fisted his shirt as he stole your breath away, his lips nipping at yours in soft bites. His tongue caressed yours sensually making heat pool in between your thighs.

You pulled away with a gasp, lips swollen from his kisses. "I have to go, I need to pick up my son," you mumbled, a pout on your smiling lips.

"Yeah I need to go too, I have rehearsals tonight for my graduation next week," he replied.

"I'm so proud of you Eddie," you stated giving him a tight hug.

"Me too," he said as he squeezed you back just as tight. "It'll be next Thursday at 8 p.m., I hope you can make it."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," you promised. You gave him another quick kiss before pushing lightly on his chest so you could move away from the van.

"Tell your son that I'll be by to see him soon, we need to practice for the DND campaign coming up!" he exclaimed as he hopped into his van.

"Will do," you laughed before turning and walking away. You felt a little lightheaded from the emotional roller coaster you went on today. With a smile on your face, you headed to your neighbor's trailer to pick up your son.

It was the night before Eddie's graduation and you were preparing for the surprise you had planned for him. You had just come from the store to get the ingredients and party decorations you needed. You were going to cook his favorite food (you had gotten that information from his Uncle Wayne) and bake a cake.

After introducing yourself, Wayne had let it slip that Eddie had never had anyone throw him a party. His parents were too self-absorbed to be bothered and once Wayne had taken him in, his job took up a lot of his spare time.

The thought of him never being celebrated saddened you beyond belief. He was such a great person inside and out and he should be celebrated as such. You shook your head clearing all thoughts and focused on the task at hand.

Your son was with Eddie at the moment, they were both at Hawkins High playing DND. Apparently, this was the start of a new campaign, allowing your son to be able to join in.

You hung up black, red, and gold streamers all around the room. There was also a black tablecloth laid out across your dining table.

You had chosen these colors since they were some of the main ones he usually wore. As you were finishing up some of the final touches, you looked at the clock noting that it was seven o clock.

You had about another hour before they came back and you wanted to make the most of it. Eddie had practice with his band after DND, so you didn't have to worry about him coming over and spoiling the surprise.

As you were finishing up the final touches you heard a jingling of keys in the lock at the front door. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry. Whoever was on the other side eventually gave up with the keys and proceeded to start banging on the door.

"Come out here, I need to talk to you!" It was your ex-husband and from the sound of it, he sounded three sheets to the wind. You peered nervously out the window and saw him, one hand leaning up against the door to keep from stumbling.

Your first reaction was fear, which had seized you by the throat. Eventually, that gave way to anger. Anger over the abuse you suffered for years, anger over the pain your son suffered, and last but not least, you were just plain old tired of his shit.

Banging still rang in the air, as you walked to your room calmly and went into your closet. You pulled out the steel bat you kept for protection and headed toward your back door. You made a quick detour to your phone and called them informing them of the situation.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your back door and made your way to the front of your home.

"You looking for me," you stated as you stood on the gravel in front of your home.

He turned around, stumbling, before righting himself and coming down the steps. "Yeah, I need to talk to you— you slut," he spat.

"No— you don't, I've always listened to you!" you stated firmly. Your courage began to build as you continued. "That ends right now, it's your turn to listen to me and listen clearly because I won't repeat myself."

His eyes went wide with shock and for once he was silent.

"You made me feel worthless, ashamed, lonely, and unlovable," you let out. "I used to wonder what it would feel like to have a man touch me gently, to want me and caress me." your hands gripped the bat you held as anger and sadness began to bubble up within you.

"You abandoned your rights as a husband and a father a long time ago." "You don't get to question me about my personal life any longer." you glared at him as you continued. "I no longer give you power over me or my life." you declared finally.

You eyed him as he stood there and took in everything you just said. He looked towards you with a defeated look in his eye before nodding his head. With a staggering step, he turned to his car to leave.

You let out a silent breath as you watched him near his car. You turned around to head into your home when the crunch of heavy footfalls came from behind you.

You turned around quickly, swinging your bat along with you, connecting the heavy steel with his midsection. He doubled over with a grunt as you stepped back holding your bat up in defense.

"You're gonna regret that," he huffed before charging in your direction.

You hastily dodged his step bringing the bat down again with a crack against his back making him fall to his knees. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest from the adrenaline.

"Just stop it already," you yelled, out of breath.

Suddenly, he side-swiped your feet from under you, resulting in you crashing to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you as you hit the ground with a thud.

He crawled over to you as you lay on the ground, momentarily stunned. A sinister grin slid across his face as he hovered over you bringing his hands to your neck. Before he could reach you a single gunshot rang in the air, catching both of your attention.

You turned your hand in the direction of the noise finding Mrs. Brenda standing on her porch. "Get your ass up you yellow-bellied coward," she snapped keeping her gun trained on him.

He scrambled to his feet as fast as he could in his alcohol-induced state.

You sat up slowly, standing up, and dusting off your clothes. Turning to your neighbor, you nodded your head giving her a small smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Brenda, I got it from here," you stated lowly.

You walked over to your ex and stood in front of him toe-to-toe feeling nothing but contempt and disgust. You stood there glaring at him directly in his eyes, mustering all of the rage you felt for him before hauling off and punching him square in the temple.

His head snapped sharply to the right as he dropped heavily to the ground, knocked out cold. You kicked his side, detecting no movement whatsoever.

The faint sound of sirens could be heard in the background getting closer and closer. You turned around and walked over to your neighbor who now sat on her steps. You sat down beside her with a heavy sigh and lay your head down on her shoulder.

She grabbed your hand giving it a tight squeeze. "I'm so proud of you dearie."

You nodded your head with a faint smile gracing your lips and waited for the police to arrive.

You help up your camera as you watched the Principle call Eddie's name to receive his diploma. As he walked across the stage you, your son, Uncle Wayne, Nancy, and Steve along with his friends from the DND club clapped loudly cheering him on.

Eddie stopped to take his picture one handing holding his diploma and the other shaking the principal's hand. He took the diploma and walked to the end of the stage before quickly turning around and flipping off the principal and the rest of the staff.

Some of the audience gasped loudly while others whooped and hollered in amusement. Eddie quickly made haste, running comically, down the steps before the security guard could catch him.

You laughed along at his theatrics feeling your heart swell with joy. The situation that had happened last night was nonexistent in your mind. You had yet to tell Eddie, not wanting to spoil or take away from his moment.

So when Eddie and your son arrived home, the police had already escorted your ex off of the property and on the way to jail. With the no-contact order violated and the assault he committed, it didn't seem he would be getting out anytime soon.

You promised yourself that you would tell Eddie when the time was right but for now, you just wanted to enjoy him in his moment.

After the ceremony, you all planned to meet back up at your place for Eddie's graduation surprise. With the help of your son, you invited the rest of his friends from DND to the party as well.

It would be a tight fit but you had cooked plenty of food for the special occasion. One of the younger kids named Dustin (who was a total sweetheart by the way) would keep Eddie preoccupied as you and your son went home to set everything up.

Dustin had just sent a message through his walkie-talkie, letting everyone know that he and Eddie were on the way. You absent-mindedly thought about how convenient those things were. You had read somewhere about a portable telephone but it cost thousands of dollars. Way out of your price range, you would have to stick to the corded phones.

"Okay focus," you told yourself. Everyone began to take their places when the crunch of gravel could be heard from Eddie's van. Everyone had parked a ways down, so Eddie would be none the wiser as he walked up your steps. Quickly lighting the candles on the cake you stepped forward holding it up with a big smile.

You held your breath as the door nob jiggled before opening. "Surprise!" everyone yelled. Confetti shot up in the air and began to fall like rain.

In true Eddie fashion, he stumbled back a bit, falling into Dustin who was standing directly behind him. A big O shape was formed on his pouty lips as he held a hand to his chest. His gaze was on yours when he asked "Wow, is all of this for me?"

You shook your head yes, beaming with joy "congratulations Eddie, I love you." You held the candlelit cake towards him, prompting him to blow it out.

Tears glistened in his big expressive eyes before he closed them and blew out his candles. He bashfully swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand "thanks sweetheart— I've never had anyone do this for me— ever."

You sat the cake down and turned to him, giving him a deep hug, your arms circling his neck bringing him down to you. "It's just what you deserve Eddie, you mean a lot to me, to all of us," you finished, whispering for his ears only."

You pulled back with a grin "Alright who's ready to eat, Eddie gets the first plate though." Several groans could be heard from the younger kids.

"Hey, you guys better be nice or I'll make the next campaign your worst nightmare," Eddie threatened with a saccharine smile.

"STOP threatening those kids Eds," you admonished as you handed him a plate.

"Yes princess," he replied with a sweet smile.

The party was a hit, everyone loved the food. Especially Eddie who had gone back for seconds and thirds. There were a few folks still lingering around talking as you cleaned up. Your parents had picked up your son and were taking him out of town to six flags for the summer vacation. They would be gone for about a week.

It was pretty easy to clean up since you had used paper plates and cups. The only thing you had to wash was the cake pan and a few dishes that held the food. You were done with the dishes in fifteen minutes and had moved on to the cups and plates.

Most people had been respectful of your home and had put everything into the trash. Before you go to take out the trash, a hand rested on your shoulder, stopping you. "Allow me, please," he whispered near your ear, taking the bag from your hand.

After getting an earful from Eddie about overexerting yourself, you sat down, letting him finish the rest. You dozed off into a light slumber as you waited for him to finish.

A kiss to your temple roused you awake, which was followed by another. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Eddie asked as you opened your eyes.

You blinked slowly, trying to clear the sleepy haze you were stuck in. "I don't think so," you replied finally.

"That's a shame," he said thoughtfully before pressing another kiss along your jawline. "Because you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I always thought so, even back when we were in school together," he confessed pressing his lips against the hollow of your throat.

Your mind spun at the revelation, had he always liked you? Why had he never said anything? Before you could ask, he answered for you.

"I had a big crush on you back then but by the time I built up the courage to approach you, it was too late." He leaned over you from his seat on the couch, pressing your body into the cushions.

Your hands instinctively went around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "You shouldn't have been nervous, I always thought you were cute," "But now I think you're hot," you admitted.

You slid your tongue against the shell of his ear, pulling it between your teeth. He groaned in response, pressing wet kisses onto your collarbone.

His hands began to move up and down your sides before grasping your legs and settling them around his hips. The skirt you have on rises and pools around your waist in the process.

You whine as you feel him press against your center. Warmth begins to flood the space between your legs, making you grind wantonly against him.

"Fuck baby, I've been thinking about this ever since that night at the club." He slides a hand between the two of you and against the front of your panties. "About this tight little pussy of yours, squeezing my fingers so tight."

You moan out and run your hands through the curls at the nape of his neck. "Me too," you whimper needily.

He leans back, looking into your eyes as he slips his fingers under the band of your underwear and slides the two digits right into you until his palm is flat against your clit.

A gasp leaves your mouth which he quickly swallows with a messy kiss. His lips slide over yours as he begins to move his fingers inside of you. The palm of his hand provides the right amount of friction to make you pulse around him.

He groans in response pulling away from you to lean up a bit as he increases his speed. He takes his other hand and begins to rub against your clit with fast strokes. "I want to see you cum first before I fuck you," his voice is dark and raspy with desire.

"First on my fingers," he says as he slides his fingers out and shoves them back in.

You roll your hips in response, small whimpers of pleasure falling from your lips.

"Then I want you to cum on my tongue." he groans, rubbing your nub even faster.

A high-pitched whine leaves you as your walls began to flutter harshly. Your eyes feel heavy as your orgasm began to bloom. You cum with a jolt, soaking his hand and the cushions beneath you.

As you try to catch your breath he removes his hand from you, slipping it into his mouth. He hums to himself as he removes them with a pop. Leaning over you, he gives you an open mouth kiss, both of your tongues are sliding across each others frantically.

"Too many clothes on," he says, tugging on your skirt.

Lifting your hips you allow him to pull it off the rest of the way. You hurriedly pull off your shirt, throwing it across the room, leaving you in your red bra and panties.

He notices the bow at the top and his eyes darken. "You know this is my favorite color right?" he declares giving you another heated kiss.

He quickly tugs off his shirt as you unbutton his pants and belt, sliding them down his legs.

Your lips part in desire as you notice him straining against his boxers, a stain from precum coats the front. You can tell that he's big just from the outline of it. Suddenly, it jumps making you gasp out like some sort of virgin.

"Like what you see," he says cheekily. His eyes flashed in amusement.

"I do," you reply honestly, licking your lips slowly.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart," he replies as he palms himself through his boxers. "Okay baby, turn over," he demands as he grabs your hips and flips you over, pulling your ass up into the air.

"Fuck me," he says as he admires your body, his breath fans across your cheeks. He unclasps your bra and you let it slip down your arms before pushing it onto the floor. Next, he takes off your panties, slowly dragging them down your hips, caressing your skin along the way.

They too end up tossed carelessly around the room.

You're on your hands and knees. His arm is tucked under your waist, keeping your lower half in the air as he presses a hand against your back, pushing down until your chest is on the couch.

He pulls away briefly and both hands grip your ass before pulling them apart. "Eddie, what are you—.”

Your question dies on your tongue as he licks a fat stripe from your clit all the way to your puckered hole and back. You keen into him, arching like a cat. "Fuck Eddie," you yell loudly, all of your inhibitions are gone as he takes you apart piece by piece.

You cry against the fabric of the couch as his lips close over your sensitive clit, flicking it repeatedly with his tongue before dipping into your hole. He repeats this action a couple of times before you lose track. Your orgasm comes faster than before, building you up into a frenzy.

Eddie pulls from you gaining a disappointed groan "Eddie, I'm so close," you whine bucking your hips. You feel the couch shift and suddenly his head is underneath you, his hands pulling your hips down to sit on his face.

His tongue is sticking out as you lower yourself down, slipping it inside of you. His nose bumps into your clit as you grind on his face.

He's relentless, his hands are massaging and then smacking you on your ass repeatedly. He suctions his lips around you and sucks at your clit harshly. Your body begins to vibrate in pleasure, incoherent sobs echo off of the walls as your heat blooms through you making your toes curl.

Your face is smushed into the couch as you rut against him, crying out his name in a chant over and over.

Tears stream down your cheeks as he lifts you by your arms and turns you over onto your back.

"Fuck— you're so pretty princess," he says running his thumb over your tears. He's sitting up on his knees as he slides his boxers down and off of his legs.

"He's big," you think absentmindedly. Lengthwise, it hangs heavy, curving slightly to the right. You take your hand and guide him to your entrance.

He chuckles "So desperate, huh baby?" He groans as you began to pump your hand against him. "Okay you win," he mumbles, slotting himself in between your legs.

His gaze is steady as he eases into you, his mouth falling open. His cock slides in easily from the wetness of your orgasms, as you accept the burn from the stretch around him.

Your head falls back against the couch as you moan in ecstasy, your hands gripping his hair. "Fuck, you feel so good, so wet," he exclaims, breathing shakily against your lips.

After a moment he begins to move, pulling out before plunging back in. His fingers dig into your hips as he quickly finds his rhythm.

Your breasts began to bounce as thrusts in and out of you. The movement catches his attention and he latches on, swirling his tongue around your nipple.

"Eddie," you sigh as you stroke the back of his head lovingly. You push your foot onto the cushion of the couch and began to move against him.

"Oh my God," he moans, biting his lip harshly. "Sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up," he grunts, driving into you deeper.

"I want to feel you cum," you breathe out, feeling your orgasm starting to build again.

Still pumping into you, he glides his hand from your hip, brushing over your clit.

Your hips jerk away from his as he rubs your bundle of nerves. The feeling is too much, bordering the thin line between pleasure and pain.

He holds you still, making you accept the pleasure that he's giving you. His hips begin to falter as his release draws near. "You close baby?" he asks shakily.

You nod your head yes, unable to form any words. He presses down onto your clit again, drawing your orgasm out of you.

This one is bigger than the rest, your whole body is strung tight as he pistons in and out of you at a deafening speed. You cry out, your walls clamping down tight onto him as you gush around his cock.

A low moan leaves his lips as he follows soon after. You could feel him pulsing inside of you, filling you up as he paints your walls.

Heavy breaths fell from you both as you tried to catch your breath. Eddie is the first to move, lifting his weight off of you, and leaning onto his forearms. "Hey," he says with a smile.

"Hi," you giggle, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

"I think I'd like to cash in on that kiss you owe me," he wonders aloud, grinning deviously.

You scoff in disbelief, this man is literally still inside of you and is asking for a kiss. With a shake of your head, you pull his head closer, slotting your lips between his. You pour yourself into the kiss, giving yourself to him completely. Your tongue strokes his passionately as you feel your heart open up to him, ready to love and to be loved.

You pull away gasping for breath as you rest your forehead on his.

"Damn, I'm so glad I won that water gun fight," he says before going in for another kiss.

"Shut up," you laugh as you move to sit up.

He moves with you causing him to fall out of you, a trail of fluids following. Your eyes widen as his cock jumps at the sight.

"Eddie, I—," you trail off unable to finish your sentence.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll take it easy on you tonight and give you a break before we start again," he states cockily giving you a wink. He stands up and walks down the hall to the bathroom naked to get a towel.

Your eyes are glued to his ass as leaves. He returns quickly with a warm towel and cleans you up before cleaning himself. You take the towel and put it in the hamper.

After putting your clothes on, you both sit silently on the couch, leaning against the other in comfortable silence. A thought comes to you making you jump up in excitement.

Eddie raises an amused brow in response.

"We should have the movie night," you reply, giddy with happiness. "Y'know since we had to cancel it like a million times."

"I think that's a great idea," he says smiling at you lovingly.

You walk over to the tapes scanning them before selecting one and popping it in.

"Nightmare on Elm Street, my favorite," he nods. "Y'know, if u get scared, you can just hold onto me sweetness, I'll protect you," he states holding up his arm and kissing his muscle.

You roll your eyes at him with a grin before cutting off the lights in your living room and heading back over to him.

You sit next to him on the couch and he pulls you closer, tucking you into his side. He tilts your head back to look into his eyes "I love you," he says seriously, his eyes are big and filled with warmth.

"I love you too Eddie," you reply giving him an intense kiss. A smile spreads across your face, you feel overwhelmed with happiness. With a happy sigh, you nestle your head against his chest as you settle in for the movie.

The End

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 2 years ago

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Accidentally In Love

Part Seven

Summary: Dean and Y/n go over the fine details of their arrangement.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: No words, only apologies. xoxo Alex

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It had been two weeks since Dean had stormed out of the lunch with his brother. Two weeks of no communication between the siblings and it hurt him. The engineer didn’t enjoy being on the outs with Sam, but Dean was adamant that Sam had crossed the line this time. Forget the butting into something that wasn’t his business, Sam had no right to talk to Y/n in the way he did. Whatever problem he had could be directed at Dean, end of story.

Still, Dean did miss him and as he and Y/n sat down in his living room to go over the contract, he wished Sam was here to help him through the whole process.

“Okay, so all this is for your protection, Dean.” The architect handed over a copy of the contract, keeping one for herself. She crossed her legs and settled back into the couch, flipping open to the first page.

“Hit me with it,” Dean urged as he followed her lead, bending the page back against the metal staple. He tried to make his eyes focus on the words but there was so much technical jargon that he found himself getting bored quickly.

“This whole first part absolves you of control of your sperm. It’s a technicality,” Y/n explained as her eyes flitted across the page. “The next part explains that in giving up custody of the sperm, you lose all rights to it and any child that may result from it.”

“Wait, so you are saying I can’t see my kid?” Dean’s eyes narrowed as he tried to speed through the article for clarification. Her comment had hit him like a ton of bricks, putting Dean on edge as he waited for her answer.

“Well not exactly. It is just stating that you can’t ask to see them and that I don’t have to let you if I don’t want to,” his best friend clarified.

“Okay…” Dean nodded his head in understanding. The word felt heavy on his tongue, the agreement in which she was asking for didn’t settle well in his stomach. The only problem was he couldn’t figure out why his body hated the idea so much. There was certainly no way he could explain it to Y/n if he didn’t even understand it himself.

“But that leads into the next part which also says that if you agree to this then you are safe from any responsibility,” Y/n continued, a soft look on her face as she looked at her friend.

“Responsibility?”

“Basically, I can’t ask you for money to help and I can’t take you to court for child support,” she elaborated.

“You know if you need any help I will help,” Dean’s shoulders softened as he spoke. It felt as if she thought he would walk away when all of this was over, never to be bothered by it again.

“That’s not the point, Dean. The point is this is my decision to have a kid on my own and I choose to bear all the responsibility for that. And you may feel this way now but if down the road you find a woman you want to marry and possibly start a family with then I don’t want you to worry about us.” The architect waved him off as she licked her finger and turned to the next page in the stack of papers on her lap.

“Y/n/n, do you think I would do that to you?”

“Again, not the point. I’m just giving you this option. And remember you don’t have to make any decisions right now,” she promised, her gaze locked on his as if she was trying to relay something unspoken to him. Her expression was soft and warm and Dean couldn’t help if it reminded him of what an amazing mother she would make. Y/n always cared so deeply for those in her life and this kid would no doubt get all of that and more.

“Okay, what else you got in there?”

“This last part is more for the kid. It discusses whether you want me to tell them who their father is. There are a few options, we can just tell them, we wait until they are eighteen, or I am never allowed to divulge that information and they would have to seek it out on their own. There is something about their birth certificate that I’m not sure I get, something about sealing your name, but whatever you choose we can ask the lawyer more about.”

“I… you don’t want to tell the kid who their dad is?”

“Of course I do, but I don’t think it's up to me. You are doing me the biggest favor ever and I want you to make that choice. You deserve to be as comfortable with all of this as I do.” Y/n folded her hands on top of the contract in her lap, her head cocked at her best friend as she continued to look at him as if he was the greatest person she had ever met.

“Well, then you decided. I would never hide from them.”

“That is great, Dean, but you don’t have to make this decision right now. Please take time to read the contract thoroughly and think about everything. Then we can talk through it and make any necessary changes before we both sign it,” Y/n pleaded.

“Aye aye, captain,” Dean mocked a salute, the action half-hearted as everything began to weigh heavily in his mind. It didn’t matter though, because Y/n giggled at him just the same, the sound more beautiful than he could have hoped for.

“Good, now let's talk about the birth.”

He hadn’t been sure where he would end up when he hopped into the Impala after leaving Y/n’s apartment. All he knew was that he had to get behind the wheel. He had to clear his mind. But of course, he found himself walking up the front path of his brother’s suburban home, the contract from Y/n tucked under his arm. Dean paused outside the front door, contemplating whether he should turn around now and just go home or if he should knock on the bright yellow wood.

Dean hated being the first to cave in their arguments, but disgusting pride aside, it had already been so long since he talked to Sammy, and he needed his brother right now. There was no one else he wanted to talk to about the millions of things swimming in his mind right now. So he bit the bullet and took a deep breath, raising his fist to knock. Before he could make contact the door swung open, his brother staring back at him through the open doorway.

“Did you really think I didn’t hear your engine from the end of the block?” Sam mused, taking in his brother’s confused expression as he leaned against the doorframe.

“I wanted to talk,” Dean started, his words trailing off as his brother rolled his eyes.

“Oh, now you want to talk.”

“Sammy, please this is serious,” the engineer frowned.

“You’re having second thoughts.”

“How did-”

“Come on, Dean. I know you,” Sam interrupted, pushing his weight off the doorframe and stepping back to let his brother inside. “Tell me what happened.”

“You were right, are you happy?” Dean waved the contract at his brother as he walked into the home and headed straight for the kitchen. Sam snatched the document from his hand and began flipping through it as he spoke.

“Yeah actually, because I’ve seen this movie before.” Sam sat at the island as Dean searched the fridge for a beer. “You love to put others first but you always end up burned. This is just too big this time.”

“I know. Hell, I’ve always known this was big but I don’t… something clicked in me as she gave me a highlight reel of the contract. The more she talked the more real it all began to feel. Not to mention she basically just absolved me of all my sins like I was a deadbeat dad she wanted nothing to do with. I’m not gonna lie, that one stung a little bit”

“And?”

“I can’t walk away from my kid, Sam. I’m not the kind of guy to knock a girl up and run away. It’s not me, I’ve got to be involved in their life. I… I want it all and I don’t think I can give her what she wants this time.” Dean explained as he fished a brown bottle from the depths of the appliance. He popped off the lid and took a deep pull, allowing the fizzy drink to burn down his throat.

“Oh, come on that’s not all,” Sam set down the contract and looked up at his big brother, a single eyebrow cocked on his forehead.

“What are you talking about?” Dean scrunched his nose as he looked at Sam.

“That is all high and mighty of you, Dean, but we both know it’s crap.”

“It’s not crap,” Dean defended, his voice rising an octave.

“Maybe not completely,” Sam agreed, a weak attempt at appeasing Dean. “But if you dig a little deeper, I think you know it’s about Y/n.”

“Sam,” Dean started, his eyes closing. Sam had made his opinion abundantly clear and Dean hadn’t come here for that. He came for Sam’s legal and brotherly advice, not to be harped on about his love life.

“This is me you are talking to, Dean. Just admit it.” The younger Winchester let out an exasperated sigh before continuing. “You didn’t want her to have some stranger's baby because that meant Y/n would be connected to someone else forever. And in typical Dean fashion, you couldn’t just tell her how you feel so instead you offered yourself up as the prize cow.”

“Fine, you want me to admit it, I’ll admit it.” Dean threw his hands up in the air, the jitteriness in his body fizzing up until he couldn’t contain it any longer. “I couldn’t stand the idea of her moving on with her life with some random dude's child and leaving me behind.”

“Because….” Sam egged him on.

“Because I love her. I’m in love with my best friend!”

“There it is. How does it feel to finally admit it.”

“I hate you,” he grumbled. Not a word of it was a lie, though he supposed he hated himself more for not seeing it sooner. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to believe that he had fallen for her. It was cliche sure, but Y/n was the single closest person to him, besides Sammy and he didn’t know what he would have done if he had lost her, let alone if she didn’t feel the same way. It was a blow his ego could not take. And that made telling her why he was offering up his semen for her personal use more creepy than romantic. Creepy, but the truth.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam chuckled. “Why don’t you just go tell her?”

“If I tell her then everything changes,” Dean practically whispered, his eyes cast at the tile below his feet.

“Like it or not, everything is changing either way. You said it yourself, you can’t do it so either you admit your feelings or you watch her have some other guy’s kid. ”

“And if she doesn’t feel the same way?” Dean looked up, genuinely looking to his brother for guidance on this as if he’s never spoken to a woman before in his life.

“Somehow I don’t think that is going to be an issue,” Sam smirked, small mischievous dimples forming at the corners of his mouth.

“You know this how?” The engineer was skeptical, his fingers playing with the beer that hung loosely from his hand.

“I was right about your feelings wasn’t I?” Sam sat back in his seat, challenging his brother to tell him he was wrong.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Just go, Dean.”

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somewhatgreatexpectations · 4 years ago

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Walk Away (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello!

Double Lizzie! All I will say is be prepared for chaos. Enjoy! :)

Summary: How will Y/n handle developing feelings for Wanda and an intricate history with Leigh? Will it all boil over on their birthday?

It was a mistake. It had to be. That’s the only way you could rationalize the invitation glaring obnoxiously back at you from the screen of your laptop. You pinched the bridge of your nose to ease the tension that had built from being in the situation.

As much as you wished you didn’t, you couldn’t help but feel the familiar sensation of irritation that began to crawl under your skin. It seemed that no matter how many times you played this game, you were always the one at the disadvantage.

Again, and again, and again.

The routine of her pushing you away and pulling you close was familiar, but you expected things to be different this time around. That was your own fault. You were foolish to think that anything would change.

The cycle would never end because you would never have the strength to break it.

Figuring there was nothing to lose, you pulled out your phone and dialed the number you had memorized years ago. It wasn’t like you expect her to answer anyway. She hadn’t since your night together and you were quite comfortable with her voicemail at this point.

“Hello?” The surprise of Leigh actually answering caused you to choke slightly. In an attempt to breathe through the fit, you began coughing. “If you’re choking you should’ve called 911, not me.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

You adored the woman, but nothing would’ve given you more satisfaction than to be able to flip her off in that moment.

With a final cough you rushed out a reply. There was no point in beating around the bush with formalities. She might hang up before you got to the point. “Was it a mistake?” The words clumsily tumbled from your lips without allowing your mind time to process how they may sound.

“Are you seriously-”

“The invitation to your party.” You clarified over the sound of Leigh’s response.

There was a brief pause. “Oh. That.” You furrowed your brows. “No, it wasn’t. You should come. I mean, if you want to come. I know it’s last minute.”

If Leigh wasn’t infamous for her brutal honesty you would have thought that was the opposite of what she wanted. “I’ll be there. I think it’s only fair since I missed your last one.”

Her last birthday must have been much harder than this one and the guilt that you left her alone for it still weighed heavily on your conscious.

An awkward silence hung tensely in the air. “Right. Well... See you then. Bye.”

“By-” A small frown tugged at the corners of your lips when the dial tone interrupted your parting. “Of course.” Leigh was always an enigma but lately you had been getting whiplash from the uncertainty of it all.

You couldn’t help but feel like you always seemed to lose a piece of yourself to her whenever you spoke.

There was one person who's conversations didn't come wrapped in barbed wire. One person who stole all your words away in the best way possible. Just the thought of her eased the tension that pressed heavily against your chest.

It was as if she knew you were thinking of her because your phone began ringing almost immediately after thoughts of her began to float through your mind. You couldn’t help but smile that appeared when you saw her name flash across your screen.

Your spirits had been lifted before you even heard her voice. “Hey, I was just thinking about you.”

A quiet hum drifted over the line and you could see her soft smile so vividly in your mind that it was almost as if she was there with you. “Is that so?” You hummed in response. “And what exactly was it that you were thinking about?”

Absentmindedly you began fiddling with a pen that was on your desk. “Oh, just that I kind of miss you, Maximoff.”

The sound of her laughter made butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Only kind of? Guess I should ask them to extend my time over here until you fully miss me.”

You gasped in mock indignation. “Don’t you dare.”

“I kind of miss you too, Y/n.” She said softly, and the butterflies multiplied. “I was actually calling for a different reason though.”

Again, you gasped in mock indignation. “So, you mean to tell me you didn’t call just because you couldn’t bear to go another minute without hearing my voice?”

The laughter that floated down the line was even more boisterous than before which caused your own smile to grow. “That and I have a question.”

“I might have an answer.” You replied easily.

You could hear the sounds from where she was become louder, but she didn’t seem fazed by it. “Are you going to Leigh’s party tomorrow?”

The pen slipped from your grip. “Technically your party as well. Tomorrow is your birthday too.”

“Parties aren’t really my thing. It’s Leigh’s party.” There was a shyness to her words that you found so endearing. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You picked the pen up again. “I’ll be there. I wouldn't miss it. I wasn't around for her birthday last year and it was after she lost-” you stopped yourself, not sure of how much Wanda knew about Leigh’s life yet.

“Her husband.” Wanda finished quietly. You nodded even though you knew she couldn’t see it. “Why weren't you there last year?”

On reflex your fingers formed a fist around the pen. “It’s a long story. A story for when you’re not who knows where.”

You dreaded the day you’d have to explain the complicated web of history that you shared with Leigh. The thought alone filled your body with anxiety.

It was as though Wanda could sense your discomfort, as she changed the subject. “I’m pretty sure I told you where I was.”

“I’m positive you didn’t. Keeping up the mystery.” You teased lightly. “Will you be back in town in time for the party?” The obvious hope that slipped into your words made you bite back a groan. You hoped she didn’t think you were desperate as you sounded.

There was a bit more commotion coming from Wanda’s end. “I actually should be touching down right before Leigh’s party begins. I wasn’t sure if I should go or not.”

“You have to go. Please. Then I can give you your present on your actual birthday.”

For a moment there was silence. “You got me a present?” She asked quietly.

Again, you nodded even though she couldn’t see. “Of course I did. You’re- I- We’re friends.” You stuttered out nervously even though friends was the last thing you wanted to be with Wanda.

“Oh.” She mumbled and suddenly the commotion became even louder. “Hey, Y/n, I have to go, but I’ll be there. I can’t wait to see you.”

A small blush spread across your cheeks. “I can’t wait to see you either, Wanda. Safe travels.”

Maybe tomorrow wouldn’t be as bad as you thought it was going to be.

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From the sound of it, the party was in full swing and you couldn’t help but feel nerves build in your chest as you knocked hesitantly on the door. “Y/n!” Jules greeted happily as she ushered you into the home.

“Hi, Jules.” You mumbled, still feeling the residual embarrassment from the last time you saw her.

She nudged you playfully. “If you plan on sneaking out tonight after your extracurriculars with my sister, just make sure you plan ahead.”

You shifted uncomfortably. “That’s no-” But she had walked away before you could finish your sentence. Looks like that ran in the Shaw family.

With a sigh, you ambled out into the backyard where it seemed everyone was gathered. You didn’t see a point in lingering inside when the memory of the last time you’d been there was still so fresh in your mind.

It only took a moment, but you finally found Leigh by one of the tables speaking animatedly to one of her friends. Your heart dropped at the sight of her in that black dress. You almost wanted to turn around and leave rather than run the risk of saying something you know you shouldn’t.

When she looked like that you knew you probably would.

The opportunity disappeared when she looked up and met your eyes across the yard. You took a steadying breath and made your way over to her, listening to her excuse herself from the other person. “Hey. You look lovely.” You said with a small smile, hoping that even if it was just for a night, everything would be okay.

The storm in her eyes seemed more subdued. Maybe you’d be able to stay afloat. “Thank you, Y/n. You look… nice as well.” The small smile and compliment she returned nearly sent you into shock.

“Happy birthday.” You offered her the wrapped package timidly. You ignored the small tingles that arose on your skin from where her fingers brushed.

The intricate design on the front of the gift appeared as Leigh slowly tore away the wrapping paper. “Is this what I think it is?” She asked quietly as she turned the book over in her hands.

You nervously rubbed your forehead. “It’s okay if you don’t like it. I just figured since In Time of Daffodils is your favorite poem, it’d be nice to have a first edition. Which, thinking back now, was kind of ridiculous since I’m sure you have a copy already and-”

Your rambling was brought to an abrupt halt when you felt Leigh’s arms wrap around your waist as she pulled you into a gentle embrace.

Despite everything in your mind telling you to leave, you couldn’t help but melt into her as your hands hovered tentatively over her waist. “Y/n. I love it. This might be one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone’s ever given me. I can't believe you remembered my favorite poem.”

The smile on your face was inevitable when she spoke to you like that. "Of course I remember." You mumbled softly. When she stayed in your arms, you allowed your hands rested lightly over the middle of her back.

You could feel your heartbeat racing in your chest when you felt her arms tighten around you.

“Hey, lovebirds. Break it up. You’re not in Leigh’s room yet.” Jules joked in passing as she made her way over to the snack table.

As if coming to her senses, Leigh abruptly stepped back and tossed the book on the table like it had burned her. The storm in her eyes was back in full force. You mentally cursed Jules. “I’m going to go mingle. Enjoy the party, Y/n.” Before you could say anything, she had rushed off.

All you could do was breathe out a heavy sigh as you rubbed a hand down your face. You looked around the party and recognized a few acquaintances, but no one you could actually talk to. They were all Leigh’s friends. Jules was your only other friend there, but you didn’t think you could handle the teasing.

With nothing else to do, you picked up the book Leigh had carelessly thrown aside and began reading. You just needed to pass the time until Wanda arrived.

You were lost in one of the poems in the book when you heard the volume of the white noise around you shift, almost like everyone began talking all at once. You decided to ignore it.

“Hi.” You heard a quiet voice say by your side.

That voice. The one that had begun to infiltrate your dreams. Your head shot up as your eyes met the sparkling emeralds before you. “Wanda.” You breathed out happily as you gently placed the book to the side.

She’s a dream that keeps coming back and I don’t think I ever want to wake up. You thought to yourself dazedly.

The corners of Wanda’s lips turned up in a genuine smile. A subtle hitch of her breath caught your attention. “Y/n.” Before you could even process what you were doing, you leaped in her arms. The sound of her surprised laughter filled the air around you as her arms pulled you closer.

“Happy birthday. I missed you.” You said into her shoulder, allowing yourself to relish in her touch.

In response Wanda buried her face in the crook of your neck, her lips lightly brushing your skin as she spoke. “I missed you too.” The warmth of her breath fanning across your skin sent a shiver down your spine.

I think this is happiness. Was the only thought in your mind as you remained wrapped in her embrace. You could feel Wanda shiver as her arms tightened around you.

Eventually Wanda pulled away and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness. “You look beautiful.” You said sincerely, allowing your thoughts to escape the confines of your mind for once.

Wanda ducked her head bashfully. “Thank you. You look quite beautiful yourself.” Your cheeks burned with her words.

Reaching into your jacket pocket you pulled out a small, neatly wrapped box. “When I saw this, I couldn’t help but think of you.” You explained as you bashfully offered her the box which she shyly accepted.

You watched with bated breath as she opened the box and pulled out the dainty necklace with a small crescent moon attached to the chain. “It reminded me of the night we spent at your spot. When we looked at the stars.” You added after a moment of silence, feeling your nerves build the longer she went without saying a word.

“Y/n. It’s beautiful. I love it.” Wanda finally said as gaze shifted to meet yours. There were constellations in her eyes. Your heart thudded heavily against your chest at the sight. “Can you help me put it on?”

Wordlessly you took the necklace from her hand and moved to stand behind her. Your breath became heavy when she pushed her hair to the side. You clasped the necklace and quickly moved to stand in front of her again. “Beautiful.” She blushed.

The rest of the night was much easier to get through with Wanda by your side and the hours passed by in a blur. “So, what exactly is it you do?” You asked with a quirked brow. “I mean, I know you get sent crazy places, but you always avoid saying what you do exactly.”

Wanda shifted uncomfortably at the question which you didn’t understand. “Oh. I do humanitarian work.” She began to play with her fingers which you now knew was a nervous habit. “With a really obscure company.”

You could sense that she was desperate for you to drop the subject, you just didn’t understand why. “Okay, Wanda.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed that she didn’t want to tell you whatever it was she was hiding.

There was a brief moment of silence. “You know, I hadn’t acknowledged my birthday since I lost Pietro. I expected this night to be so hard.” Wanda admitted suddenly, her eyes clouding over.

You took her hand in yours. “We celebrate him today too, Wanda. Even if he’s not here with you now. He’s here.” You pointed to the center of her chest with your free hand, “And here.” Your pointer finger lightly tapped her temple. “And he always will be.”

A shaky breath escaped her lips and your heart hurt for the woman before you. “I know. I miss him. Everyday. Especially on days like today.” You squeezed her hand lightly in comfort. “But being here with you made today a little easier.”

“I know there’s nothing I could say that could ever fix the hurt, but I’m here for you.” You told her quietly. “You deserve the world, Wanda.”

A small smile formed on her lips, “Thank you. Hopefully we’ll see it together.” Wanda’s eyes widened slightly as if she wasn’t meant to say that out loud. You heart fluttered.

Almost immediately she ducked her head, her hair falling gracefully in her face. You reached a hand out to gently brush away a piece of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes.

Your hand lingered as your thumb lightly caressed her jaw. Wanda leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to kiss her. How can I be just friends with someone who I want to kiss? You thought to yourself as you became lost in her eyes. Wanda’s cheeks flushed as she raised her hand to rest over yours.

Her lips parted slightly, and your eyes were almost immediately drawn to the action. Your breathing became more ragged as you fought against every instinct to stop yourself from leaning in and feeling her soft lips against your own.

Am I dreaming or is she leaning in? You wondered in disbelief.

“Alright, sis! Time to sing happy birthday!” Leigh interrupted with a clap of her hands. Both you and Wanda sprung apart, matching blushes on each of your cheeks.

Your brow furrowed at the overdramatic smile on Leigh’s face. It was obviously fake and being fake was so out of character for her. “Looks like the spotlight is calling, birthday girl.” You whispered in Wanda’s ear with a playful smile.

A quiet laugh fell from her lips as she met your eyes. “Looks like it.” She bit her lip shyly. “To be continued?”

Your body vibrated with excitement. “To be continued.” You promised.

Leigh took Wanda by the hand and dragged her away just as she opened her mouth to respond. You could see Leigh’s jaw was clenched from where you stood.

A moment later everyone in the yard was singing to the two women and you couldn’t, for the life of you, tear your eyes away from Wanda and the way she shifted uncomfortably under the all attention she was receiving.

When her eyes met yours, her shoulders visibly relaxed and you played up the way you were singing in hopes of easing her discomfort. The smile that overcame her features made making a fool of yourself in front of all of Leigh’s snobby friends more than worth it.

As you were making your way over to Wanda after the cake had been distributed, you saw Leigh storms off out of the corner of your eye. You worriedly watched her disappear into the house.

“Hey, do you mind if I go check on Leigh? She looked upset.” You asked Wanda when you were finally stood in front of her.

Wanda shook her head with a small smile. “Not at all. I’ll go talk to Jules while I wait.”

You easily returned her smile. “I’ll be back.” You assured her as you turned to head inside, following the path you had seen just seen Leigh take.

When you walked into the kitchen you saw Leigh slam a bowl into the sink, the glass shattering on impact. Your eyes widened in concern. “Leigh!” Instead of answering, she took a plate and threw it into the sink as well, the shattered pieces mingling with the fragments of the bowl. You rushed over to her as she picked up another plate. “Leigh, stop.” You took her hands and gently pulled her away from the sink.

Her breathing was shallow, and her jaw remained clenched angrily, but no words left her lips. “Look, I know today is hard for you.” You began cautiously.

Leigh ripped her hands away from yours. “You don’t know anything.”

“Let me help.” The words bordered on pleading as you could see that all her defenses were up.

“I don’t need your help. You can’t do anything for me.”

Going against your better judgement, you continued. “I know you’re suffering, Leigh, and I know that you feel suffering is all you are but you’re more than that-”

Her words were so faint you could barely hear them. “Stop.”

“It can be a part of who you are, but don’t let the pain push away the people who care about you.”

“STOP!”

You recoiled in surprise, taking an involuntary step back. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to help.”

Leigh pushed a frustrated hand through her hair. “Well you’re not helping! Stop trying to fix me!”

“I’m not trying to fix you, Leigh.” You insisted as you took a cautious step forward.

“You are though!” Her eyes were wide with fury.

The last thing you wanted was to make her feel like she needed to be fixed. You just wanted to help ease her pain. “I really wasn’t, Leigh. I was worried, and I wanted to see if there was something I could do to-”

“You’re pathetic! I just use you and you keep coming back.” A dark chuckle fell from her lips. You flinched. “I’m not yours! I was never yours and I will never be yours! I’m never going to want you back so just stop!”

There was a heavy silence in the air as Leigh’s chest heaved from the force of her words. It was a low blow and she knew it. You’ve had plenty of experience being burned by Leigh’s words, but this time felt different though. It was final. She finally said how she truly felt. You were done avoiding that.

You schooled your features and nodded slightly. “Okay. I’m sorry. Have a good rest of your night, Leigh. Happy birthday.”

Leigh was a hurricane, what more did you expect than to be caught in the downpour?

“Y/n-” You left before she could say another word, so you didn’t see the way her face dropped as tears welled in her eyes.

If Wanda wasn’t still there you would have left and never looked back, but you knew you couldn’t leave her without an explanation. In a useless attempt to gather your emotions, you paused before entering the backyard and took a deep breath, clearing your mind.

The sight of Wanda’s smile brought you a small sense of peace, but it couldn’t take away from the fact that your precariously healed wounds had been ripped open. Ashes within yourself had been set ablaze in anguish once again. You needed to tend to the flames on your own.

“Hey.” You softly called, your hand on her elbow. She turned from Jules who quietly excused herself. “I'm sorry, but I have to go. I’m not feeling well.”

Wanda’s brows furrowed, and her eyes filled with worry. You mentally cursed yourself because you knew she didn’t buy it. “Are you okay?”

You nodded in hopes of reassuring her, your lips quirking up halfheartedly. “I really am not feeling well.” Which wasn’t entirely a lie. “Do you maybe want to do something this week though?”

The worry never faded from her eyes as she nodded faintly. “That sounds great, Y/n.”

“Perfect. I’ll call you. Happy birthday, Wanda. I hope it was a good one.” You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, smiling slightly at the blush that was left in your wake.

Wanda began fidgeting with her fingers. “It was. Bye, Y/n.” She said shyly as you walked away. When you had disappeared out of view, Wanda turned to face the house. If something had happened with you, she figured she should check on Leigh. She was her sister after all.

When Wanda entered the kitchen, she found Leigh leaning against the counter, her face buried in her hands. Wanda knocked lightly on the wall to get her attention. “Hey, Leigh. Are you okay?’

Leigh’s head shot up, her posture relaxing slightly when she saw it was Wanda. “Why? What did Y/n say?”

Wanda blinked in surprise. “Nothing. I just wanted to check on you.”

A smile that didn’t reach her eyes formed on Leigh’s face. “Right. Well, I’m fine.”

“Okay, I just wanted to check.” Wanda eyed Leigh skeptically but didn’t push. “I think I’m going to head home, it’s been a long day. Thank you for inviting me. I had fun.” Leigh just nodded as Wanda began to exit the kitchen.

“Hey, Wanda?” Leigh called. Wanda stopped and turned to face Leigh, her eyebrows raised in question. “Look, we’re sisters now, right?”

Hesitantly Wanda nodded, unsure of where Leigh was going with her words. “Yes…”

Leigh shifted slightly. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Of course. What is it?” Wanda worriedly walked over to the other side of the counter, so she was face to face with Leigh.

There was a brief moment of silence before Leigh met Wanda’s eyes again. “I need you to stay away from Y/n.”

The surprise of the statement made Wanda laugh. Her laughter quickly faded away when she realized Leigh wasn’t joking. “You can’t be serious.”

Leigh rubbed at her temple, avoiding her twin's gaze. “I am. I need you to stay away from Y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.” Wanda eventually replied, her head tilted slightly. Leigh’s eyes hardened when she met Wanda's determined stare.

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Heart Skips a Beat - Part 4

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha faces her worst nightmare when a rescue mission goes wrong…

Warnings: Violence, blood, torture

Word count: 2843

Part 3

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After listening to Steve’s plan, all four of you—technically five, since Bucky had to tag along—take the Quinjet to Siberia. The goal was to break out the five soldiers in Bucky’s former task force and bring them back to the Avengers Tower, where there was the technology to free their minds from HYDRA.

Each of you were armed with a mask which would spray a powerful sedative into the face it was applied to, keeping the victim unconscious until it was removed. It was the simplest solution to taking down the super soldiers—when Bucky had been skeptical, Natasha had slapped a mask on him and he was out before he hit the floor. You were pretty sure you pulled a muscle from laughing so hard.

Now, you and Natasha sat in the cockpit while the others sat behind you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky says suddenly.

“Yeah?” You don’t even look over your shoulder.

“I’m…sorry for shooting you.”

“Twice,” you clarify. “I didn’t forget the count.”

“Sorry,” he repeats.

“Well, as long as you don’t mistake me for Steve again, I’ll be okay,” you say with a chuckle.

“So, just to reiterate our plan, Bucky will be with me and Clint, and Nat, you’ll be with Y/N,” Steve says.

“Even Captain America knows better than to break up the power couple.” You grin and reach over to put your hand on her thigh. Without taking her eyes off the controls, she takes your hand and interlocks your fingers.

“Yeah, so you two just do your thing—” Steve catches himself. “Wait, not that kind of thing.”

Clint explodes into wheezy laughter and Natasha shakes her head, her cheeks reddening. You’re not embarrassed like she is, but you’re still quick to defend yourselves.

“It was one time!” you protest. It had been a mission where everything that could’ve gone wrong did, and you and Natasha were convinced it would be your last. You two decided to end it wrapped around each other, but then the rest of the Avengers had barged in and said there had been a miscommunication and it wasn’t the end of the world after all. It was the one mission you would never live down.

“Just keep it professional, please,” Steve begs. “No matter what happens, we’re all going home alive, okay?”

Bucky looks completely lost.

Natasha lands the Quinjet in a flurry of snow and all of you exit the warmth of the plane.

“I should’ve brought one of your hoodies,” she mumbles, walking as close to you as she can without tripping you.

“It would’ve clashed with your uniform,” you say, putting your arm around her waist. The super soldier serum in your veins causes you to run a higher-than-average body temperature. You feel as comfortable as if you stepped out of hot shower.

The facility is the only building for miles. It looks big enough to fit a space rocket and has a dull, concrete exterior. The only security is a chain-link fence with a frozen padlock that Steve breaks open with his shield. You file through the gate, and Bucky inputs a code into the door to grant everyone entry. The interior is just as disappointing as the outside. Nothing but a maze of concrete halls with metal doors. The ceiling has dripping water stains and an uncomfortably musty, moldy smell hangs in the air.

“I bet you’re really glad you escaped this rust bucket,” you say to Bucky. He only shakes his head.

“Stay alert,” Steve advises. “We’ll split here. Keep us updated on your position and if you find anyone.”

“Copy that.” You and Natasha turn right while the others turn left. She finds a flight of stairs and you follow behind her. You unholster your gun, holding it at the ready by your side. Natasha makes random turns and ignores every room you walk by. You listen intently for any sort of noise that would indicate a person lurking in the shadows, but so far, there’s nothing.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” you ask.

“Do you?” she snaps.

“Hey, I’m just following you.” You back off. Even though you know this is no time to be making jokes, you still can’t help yourself. High-stress situations make you nervous, especially when you’re with Natasha, because anything that could happen to you could happen to her.

When you pass by a room with its door open, you see a large glass tank big enough to fit a human and filled with murky green water. For a reason you can’t explain, you feel yourself drawn towards it and you step into the room, a chill raising goosebumps on your skin. You reach out to touch the tank’s wall and close your eyes.

You’re floating in a tank of your own, tubes running out of your nose, mouth, and down every limb. You jerk around wildly in the water tinged pink with your blood. Your lungs seize for air, but every breath you inhale is wet and salty.

“Shall we go another round?” you hear someone on the other side say.

“Might as well. No pain, no gain, right?” someone replies.

You want to bash your hands against the glass, but you’re too weak to have any control over your movements. You feel a sharp pain in your lower back, at the base of your spine, and your body arches as more drugs are pumped into you. You have no breath to scream with as your body twists in agony. It feels like a fire eating you from the inside out, burning through your bones, and you want nothing more than to wither away to ash...

“Hey.” You jump when you feel Natasha’s hand on your shoulder. “What are you doing in here?”

“Um, I…I thought I heard something,” you lie. Natasha frowns. Like Steve and Bucky, you had been a lab rat yourself, although not to SHIELD or HYDRA. You had been passed around other government agencies—at least, that’s what you think. Most of your memories of that time were fuzzy, which you were fine with. The ones you did remember weren’t worth reliving anyway.

“Y/N.” Natasha looks concerned.

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?” You don’t want to interrupt the mission with your personal problems.

She knows better than to push you, especially at a time like this. “Okay,” she says, leaving the room. You take a minute to collect yourself. When you finally turn around, you see a black-haired woman, shorter than Natasha even, standing in the doorway in the same vest Bucky had worn the first time you met him.

“Hello,” you say, holstering your gun. You’re not going to shoot someone who looks like she’s barely of age. “You must be one of the super soldiers Bucky told me about. Who was your target supposed to be? Romanoff?” you tease.

“Thor.” The woman’s voice is dainty. Her body is literally the size of one of Thor’s arms. There’s no way she’s telling the truth.

You laugh. “That’s cute. But this is no place for a kid,” you say, walking towards her. But she sees that you’re too casual, your guard let down too low, and takes advantage of that. “Now all I need is for you to put this mask on and—”

The woman launches at you with a speed you don’t even process. She swipes your legs out from under you, causing you to crash on your back. Then she’s on top of you, hands around your throat. You reach into your pocket for your knife, all jokes lost with her attempt to take your life.

You flip the blade out and swing at her face, but she’s quick to dodge and rolls to the side. You jump to your feet, wondering where Natasha is. But you’re too embarrassed to call for her help, even if this soldier claims she was given the task of taking out the god of thunder.

The woman is impossibly fast and she lands blow after blow on you while you stagger back and slash out helplessly with your knife. When she kicks you in the stomach and your back collides into the water tank, you’ve had enough.

You switch your knife to your left hand and aim for the woman’s neck. She grabs your wrist and twists it around so the knife turns towards you. Your eyes widen as she puts her entire body weight behind the knife. The blade sinks into your shoulder.

“What the—” You don’t even register the pain, more upset that you’ve been harmed with your own weapon. The woman grins, distracted, and you punch her in the throat as hard as you can. Her eyes bulge and she coughs, her hands flying to her neck.

You take the mask out of your pocket and shove it onto her face, hearing the hiss as the sedative is instantly released. The woman immediately goes limp and you have no problem letting her drop to the floor.

“Y/N!” You look up and see Natasha staring at you, arms crossed over her chest.

“I got one.” You puff out your chest proudly.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Natasha comes over and inspects the soldier’s limp body.

“I didn’t need to. I handled her all by myself,” you say, a little annoyed by her doubt in your abilities.

“Is that a knife in your shoulder?” she asks.

“I…Oh, yeah—”

“Is that your knife?” Being called out hurts more than the actual pain of having the knife in your shoulder.

“Uh…maybe…” You can’t even look her in the eye.

“Y/N,” Natasha growls. “Here, let me take it out.”

You back up until you hit the tank again. “Wait, shouldn’t we—ow!” you yelp as Natasha jerks the knife out.

“You’ve been through worse.” She tries to hand you the knife, but you shake your head, too embarrassed to continue carrying it with you since you obviously can’t be trusted with it. She shrugs and pockets your knife, taking out some gauze and tape to patch up your wound. You rotate your left arm in circles; besides an uncomfortable twinge, it works fine.

“So, what do we do with her body?” you ask.

“We’ll come back. We need to find the other three first.”

“Three? I thought there were four.” You try to do the math in your head. Bucky had said there five super soldiers, and you had just defeated one, meaning there were four left—

“Three,” Natasha repeats and you look at her in confusion. “Mine’s outside.” Unlike you, there wasn’t a single scratch on her. Together, you leave the room and find a man slumped on the floor, a mask on his face.

“When did this happen?” you ask.

Natasha shrugs, but you can tell she’s extremely proud of herself. “When you were busy dealing with that little girl.”

“Excuse me. According to her, her target was Thor,” you say. “So, I just took out the soldier who was supposed to take down the god of thunder.”

“Yeah, you can keep telling yourself that.” Natasha nudges you playfully.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes.

“Hey, are you two okay?” Steve asks in your earpiece.

“We disabled two soldiers on the second floor,” Natasha responds.

“Perfect. We got two down here as well.”

“Who did you take out?” Clint asks.

“This tiny woman and a guy,” you answer.

“How big was the guy?” Bucky asks.

“Maybe around your size?” you estimate, staring down at the soldier Natasha subdued.

“Okay, because the two we took out were also average-sized dudes. The last one—I was hoping it wouldn’t come down to this—he’s an absolute beast. I think he’s almost seven-feet tall and could bench press a plane with one hand,” Bucky says.

“So whoever takes him out wins,” you say. Between you and Natasha, you were certain you could win any fight.

“You’re on,” Clint says.

Natasha and you leave the soldiers where they lay and search the rest of the floor. This time, you take the lead, a little more cautious since you know what to expect. You head up to the third floor, expecting the last soldier to jump out at any moment. The tension of waiting to find him is almost unbearable and your muscles ache from being coiled so tightly.

“You guys find him yet?” Natasha asks through the earpieces.

“Negative.”

Suddenly, a moving shadow catches your eye and you throw out your arm to stop Natasha. A man steps out from around the corner and Bucky wasn’t lying about his size. He’s so tall the top of his head disappears behind the ceiling beams and he looks like he would sweep any bodybuilding competition he entered.

“Never mind, we found him. Third floor,” Natasha mumbles.

“Don’t engage him alone.” That’s Steve’s voice. “Try to stall—”

“Too late” you want to say as the man charges towards you. There is no way you two are taking him down without the use of any weapons; plus, you don’t have any more masks to use. But if you punched or kicked him, you wouldn’t be able to reach his face without catching airtime. You run backwards, fumbling with your options. An idea pops into your head.

“Maybe he has a safe word, too,” you say, crashing into Natasha and shoving her back. “Lizzie! Karen!” you scream the first names that come to you. “It could be a guy’s name—can’t assume anything, right? Chris! Tom! Mark!” The names have no effect other than making you look like an idiot.

“Shut up, Y/N—” Natasha hisses.

The man roars and reaches out, grabbing a fistful of your shirt. He throws you like a javelin and you can’t believe how far you fly, landing on your stomach and skidding another 30 feet.

Natasha tries engaging him, and although she’s faster than him, any punch or kick she lands goes completely unnoticed by him. The man flings her aside like a sack of flour and comes towards you.

You reach for your gun, but before you can bring it up, he kicks it out of your hand and stomps on it. The barrel literally flattens before your eyes, and you roll onto your back to face him. He lifts his foot, which is easily as big as your calf, and brings it down on your right knee.

CRUNCH.

The pain of your leg snapping in half is so blinding and nauseating you don’t even scream. It feels like someone is holding a blow torch to your bones and your entire body starts trembling in shock. The man scoops you up with an arm leveraged underneath your chin, and once you’re upright, you feel the lower half of your right leg dangling like a broken branch.

He lifts you high enough so your feet don’t touch the floor, leaving you scrabbling at his arm and choking on your saliva. Your vision flashes white and you feel the overwhelming urge to vomit as he spins you around to face Natasha.

She has her gun out, pointed at his head. “Put Y/N down,” she orders.

“And what if I don’t?” the man says in a voice that sounds like it came from the depths of the ocean. “You think you can shoot me before I can break a neck?” He squeezes you harder and you whimper.

Natasha pauses to think, and her eyes dart to the side before looking back at the man. “Okay, okay.” She sets her gun on the floor and raises her hands. “Just please don’t—”

“Kick it towards me.” The man crushes your windpipe like a straw and your eyes water.

Natasha reaches out with her foot and sends the gun spinning towards you and your captor. Suddenly, the man tosses you away and when you crumple on your broken leg, you swear you see purgatory.

“Get on your knees,” the man tells Natasha. She doesn’t obey. “I said, get on your knees!” Very slowly, with a defiant look on her face, she drops to her knees one at a time. The man picks up her gun and holds it in front of her face. “I’ve been waiting years to finally meet you, Agent Romanoff.”

“Well, sorry for not coming around sooner.”

“My comrades may not have been successful in eliminating their targets, but I don’t fail,” the man says.

Natasha looks away from him to you. “I love you,” she calls, as casually as if you two were lounging on the couch watching a movie together.

You blink away tears to make eye contact with her. You can’t move, you have no weapons, and he has a gun pointed at her head. The complete helplessness you feel hurts more than your broken leg, more than Bucky’s gunshots had, more than any pain you’ve ever felt before. There’s a thousand things you want to tell her, but you only have time to say one.

“I love you t—”

But there isn’t even enough time for you to finish your sentence, because suddenly Natasha’s face is covered in blood.

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There’s Happiness Here, Chapter 1

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: Not Rated

Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/OFM, Hatake Kakashi & Umino Iruka, Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

WC: ~7275

Warnings: Choose Not to Warn (Because I don't know yet what I will need to warn for)

Additional Tags: One Night Stands, Accidental Pregnancy, Identity Issues, Miscommunication, Panic Attacks, Unrequited Crush, Co-Parenting, Hatake Kakashi is Not Okay, but he's doing his best, Cheating, Minor Character Death, Endgame KakaIru, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Hatake Kakashi-centric, One-Sided Relationship

A/N: So back at the end of April 2022, I messaged my bestie: “What if Kakashi got stuck in a relationship he thought was going to be good, that seems good on the surface, and gets baby trapped and shit idk.”

Thus, this story was born!

And now that I’m finally over my seasonal depression and we’re back to just the Regularly Scheduled Depression, I finally have the spoons to write this now. I have no update schedule, and I don’t quite know what to set the rating at yet or what to add for tags and such beyond what are there.

But

I hope y’all will enjoy exploring this story with me! Enjoy 💛💛💛

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Kakashi watches from across the bar as the group he had followed in takes another round, toasting one of their own and giving him congratulations and condolences in equal measure. He takes a quick sip of his own drink, lowering his mask with one hand and replacing it easily in one smooth motion. He can't help but smile at their raucous laughter; a new batch of Academy teachers, celebrating their last night of “freedom” before their every social interaction is heavily scrutinized.

And among those celebrating, Umino Iruka—Kakashi had been present when he’d asked Sandaime for permission and a recommendation to take the teacher’s exam. Hells, he’d captained the mission that had led to Iruka’s decision to leave active service and become a teacher in the first place. And Kakashi truly thinks he’ll excel at being a teacher, once he’s got a bit of experience.

Iruka takes another shot, courtesy of his fellow exam graduate, Mizuki. From what Kakashi understands, Mizuki got through the exam on a technicality; the Academy needs seven new teachers, and he had the eighth highest score. But luckily for him, one of the other candidates backed out at the last moment, saying she’d rather pursue civilian work and leave the life altogether. It’s sad though; that particular candidate had very strong scores, and from what Kakashi had heard on the gossip line she was excited to get to work with the youngest children in the Academy.

A drop of alcohol slips out of the corner of Iruka’s mouth, and his tongue darts out to lick it away. The bar is humid, warm, and there’s a light sheen of sweat across his brow and collecting in his collarbones. Kakashi forces himself to turn away.

He downs the rest of his drink, fixes his mask, and lays a handful of ryō on the bar to pay his tab. Hands in his pockets, he shrugs his way through the crowd, past the celebrating chūnin, and very nearly makes it to the door without an issue. But it’s there, at the door, that his world flips upside down for good.

“I’m all done for the night, really!”

“C’mon, you can’t be serious.”

“Shizu-chan it’s my birthday!!”

A sweet, high-pitched giggle. “Yes, but I still have to work in the morning! I’ll see you all later, promise! Happy birthday again, Kaoru-kun. Have fun!”

Kakashi holds the door open for the woman following him out, smiling pleasantly down at her when she smiles up at him.

“Thank you!”

“Of course.”

They happen to walk side-by-side down the street, going the same way. Kakashi feels the anxious pull of awkwardness, and pulls out his worn copy of Icha Icha Paradise, flipping to a random page and beginning to read while he makes his way home. He gets through half of the page before the woman speaks up.

“I’m sorry, but is that Jiraiya-sama’s work? Icha Icha Paradise?”

Kakashi lifts his brow and glances over at her. “It is. Glad you can read a cover.”

She smiles. The streetlamps highlight her warm, chestnut hair, pulled back in a thick ponytail at the back of her head. “I love that series though!”

He chuckles. “Perhaps announcing to the Village at large that you greatly enjoy an adult romance novel series isn’t—”

“But it’s not his best work, is it? Have you read The Tale of the Utterly Gutsy Shinobi ? That one was so good!”

Kakashi closes Icha Icha and slows his pace. “I have, actually.”

She lights up, her grin growing as she digs into it. How the worldbuilding was so thoughtful, the characters felt real, the action sequences were riveting and the political struggles were exasperating. Naruto was amusing and funny, Tsuyu was inspiring and sweet, and Renge’s betrayal was heartbreaking to read even through the filter of Naruto’s point-of-view.

Kakashi doesn’t even notice that they’ve walked past the jōnin barracks three times, cycled the block as they discussed various books, moving on to talking about her and what she does for the Village.

“Oh, dear, I’ve talked your ear off for over an hour and never even introduced myself,” she giggles. “Kame Shizukana. I’m a chūnin, active duty.”

Kakashi nods. “Hatake Kakashi. Jōnin.”

She flushes. “Oh, gods, you—I’m so sorry, I’ve been such a bother all night and you must have somewhere important to be and—”

“No, no, it’s… it’s been nice, getting to just talk with someone. A friendly chat. I don’t… my schedule doesn’t allow for it very often.”

She smiles at him and the silence that falls between them is almost comfortable. She looks up at the sky and says, “Can I tell you something I haven’t ever told anyone else, Hatake-san?”

“Would my saying no really stop you?”

She laughs, and barrels on. “Jiraiya-sama’s book? It’s what inspired me to become a ninja. I’m from a civilian family, and it was always assumed that I would just end up marrying some big strong shinobi, keeping his house and raising his children. But I’m much happier as a kunoichi, I think. And it’s all thanks to Jiraiya-sama.”

Some part of Kakashi feels… floppy. Gooey. He doesn’t particularly like the feeling, but it’s not going away the more that they walk, and so he speaks up. “I was born shinobi, raised as such. I don’t think I ever could have become anything different.” He looks down and over at her, Shizukana , and asks, “Can I walk you home?”

She giggles. “We’ve actually passed my apartment twice already,” she says, turning them around and leading the way back to her apartment. “I just… I’ve had so much fun, getting to talk with you. None of my friends are into reading as much as me, and half of them are still civilians so I can’t talk ninja stuff with them, either.”

“I’ve been having some crises of my own that I can’t talk about with my… my friends,” Kakashi admits. “But this truly has been a wonderful reprieve.”

They stop in front of a well-lit building, and Kakashi follows her to the door. His mouth goes dry as she turns back to him and shyly asks, “Did you… wanna come inside?”

From behind, he hears the soft laughter he had followed earlier in the evening, and turns once more to the noise. Coming around a corner, Iruka and his friends stumble over each other, holding one another upright and laughing about something .

Shizukana reaches out for his hand, gently wrapping her fingers around his wrist. She’s so slight, small, demure; and she gives him the lightest tug. Kakashi turns back to her and steps inside, and once the door shuts behind him, she leans up on her toes to kiss him over his mask. He’s able to slip one arm around her waist and pull her close, pulling down his mask to kiss her properly.

They don’t make it to bed, not the first time. He takes her right there in the genkan, her legs around his waist and his hands pressing into the backs of her thighs to hold her up. She kisses him sweetly while he works them both to completion, and after they’ve finished, he lets her down and holds her at the waist until her legs stop quivering.

By the time they make it to bed, Kakashi’s finally unearthed the condoms he keeps in the bottom of his pouch. Nearly every kunoichi in Konoha has the implant, but this will be easier to clean up. They spend much of the night chatting about their favorite Icha Icha scenes and reenacting the ones that they both agree on. Just after midnight, Kakashi finally picks himself up and dresses himself.

“You don’t have to go,” Shizukana says. “I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head, and leans down to kiss her again. “It’s not you. I have a mission in the morning. If I stay, I won’t rest before I leave.”

She nods. “Alright, I understand. Can I see you again, when you get back?”

Kakashi hesitates. “ If I get back… sure.”

Shizukana bounds up to kneeling on the bed and smiles wide. “That’s so exciting! How long?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Oh,” her smile drops. “Oh, it’s… It’s really an if , then?”

He nods. “It always is an if . But if I return, I’ll come visit you.”

Kakashi finishes dressing and then steps over to the window. He looks back at her and smiles once more, “Good night, Shizu-chan.” Then he hops out the window and runs across the rooftops to his apartment, where he settles down for the first good sleep he’s had in… a long time.

*~*

His mission takes him out of Konoha for six weeks, tracking down and eliminating an unknown threat that was kidnapping and ransoming back small children of the villages around the Land of Fire. Kakashi is able to take out the entire organization, a small operation of barely thirty people, and return the currently captured children to their homes.

Only two of them were too young to be able to tell him where they came from. The mayor of one of the affected towns offered to foster the two children until Kakashi could find their parents. It took him about two additional weeks to figure out which of the reported incidents hadn’t been resolved with their child’s return, and also to travel to those people and confirm that the children currently in foster care belonged to those individuals. He brought the last two children home, was thanked profusely for his diligence, and then turned his feet back to Konoha.

Three weeks dealing with parents and small children is more than enough. Hopefully, Sandaime will have something easier for him upon his return.

He spends his last night outside of Konoha camped in a tree, his eye closed and imagining what is waiting for him back in the Village. Warm, chestnut hair, a sweet laugh, someone well-read and intelligent; a thin waist, strong legs, generous mouth—

Kakashi gets himself off to the memory of Shizukana, and doesn’t notice until he’s gasping the wrong name that his fantasy had shifted to feature someone else. He settles down to sleep feeling uneasy, but wondering if it could ever work out…

*~*

Once back within the Village, Kakashi’s first stop is to the Mission Desk to turn in the report he’d filled out on the way home. He’s patient enough, stands in line and waits his turn; and if he reads a few lines of Icha Icha Paradise while he’s waiting, he’d like to see anyone bring it up. Finally, the next available desk worker calls for the next in line, and Kakashi slips his book back into his pouch before approaching.

What luck—

“Oh, hello Kakashi-san,” Iruka smiles. “You’ve been out for a while; seven weeks, right?”

Kakashi nods. “Mopping up a kidnapping operation,” he says, offering the report to Iruka to peruse. He’s not going to check actual mission details; that’s for the archive team to study and the Hokage to receive any particularly pertinent information. Iruka glances over the report to ensure that it is complete, and that Kakashi didn’t wander in his description of what happened. As they stand there quietly, Kakashi clears his throat and says, “I didn’t get a chance to congratulate you. I heard you passed your teacher exam.”

Iruka looks up at him and grins wide and bright. “I did! Actually, the day before you left was when the scores were announced.”

Kakashi chuckles quietly. “You remember when I left, sensei?”

The flush that dusts Iruka’s nose is so very fetching. “Well, I work at the Desk, and I… well. Yes, I remember.”

He doesn’t push it any further than that. Just lets his eye crinkle with the smile hidden by his mask and says, “Either way, congratulations. You will make a fine teacher, I’m sure of it.”

Iruka ducks his head and smiles softly, going back to the report. “Thank you, Kakashi-san. I hope I can live up to your expectations, someday.” He finishes, stamps the report, and rolls it back closed before tucking it into the basket behind him marked A-rank. “Thank you for your work, Kakashi-san.”

“Of course,” Kakashi nods. “Ah, before I go, perhaps you have another mission for me?”

Iruka chuckles. “You just got back! Surely you’d like at least one night in the Village before getting sent back out?”

Kakashi winces, but makes sure that the motion is almost playful. “Sure, sure, but that doesn’t mean I can’t grab the mission for tomorrow?”

The flush is still just barely there on Iruka’s cheeks as he turns and picks a new mission from the pile of A-ranks before unrolling it and giving it a glance. The door to the Desk room opens, but Kakashi is watching Iruka, focused solely on him, and so he doesn’t notice the other person slinking up behind the Desk until they’re already behind Iruka and preparing to drape themself over his shoulders. Kakashi stiffens, feeling oddly nauseated as Mizuki kisses Iruka’s cheek and tries reading the mission scroll over his shoulder.

Iruka, though, quickly rolls it back up before turning his smile up to Mizuki. “You know you can’t look at these, you don’t have clearance from Sandaime,” he scolds playfully.

“Oh, come on, Iruka,” Mizuki scoffs. “It’s not like knowing where Hatake is going is gonna make a difference anyway. He has, what, a five-percent failure rate?”

Kakashi’s hackles rise and he just about opens his mouth to answer, but Iruka beats him to it.

“Hatake-san has a zero-point-eight-percent failure rate, and that’s a generous estimate. Better than your fifteen-percent, Mizuki. Back up, please, and wait until I’m done assigning this mission.”

There’s a flash in Mizuki’s eyes, but it’s there and gone too quick for Kakashi to figure out what it was. But, the man steps back with his palms up in a placating gesture, and Iruka reopens the scroll and turns it around on the desk to let Kakashi read it.

“Is this one alright, Hatake-san?”

Kakashi nods. “It’ll do. I’ll need to put together a team before I leave though; is this time-sensitive at all?”

Iruka checks the request sheet that came with the mission and then nods, “Yes, but it’s very generous. They’re requesting that the mission be completed before the end of next month.”

“Then, maybe I’ll see you around before I leave?”

Iruka grins and says, “That would be nice. If you don’t mind, there’s—”

“Iruka,” Mizuki whines. “C’mon, I don’t have long before I have to get back to my post, and your break was supposed to start five minutes ago. Hurry up .”

“Right, yes,” Iruka murmurs. “Sorry, we’ll have to make plans some other time, Kakashi-san.”

“That’s,” his voice catches in his throat, and he starts again, “that’s alright. Some other time. Best go visit with your friend.”

Iruka’s smile turns soft and sweet, and oh it hurts to see him so happy but for someone else. “Boyfriend, actually. But thanks. I’ll finish the paperwork for you when I’m back from my break, if you could just sign here in the book?”

Kakashi quickly scrawls his name on the line next to the mission’s call number, takes the scroll, and gives Iruka a final salute as he stands up and goes to Mizuki. Kakashi watches from the side as Mizuki wraps a hand around his waist and leads them out of the room. Iruka looks back over his shoulder and waves to him as they turn the corner. His heart flips, and his stomach turns, and Kakashi leaves to go out into the Village.

Ah, well.

There’s always the other cute brunette he can go visit.

*~*

He paces back and forth across the rooftop opposite Shizukana’s apartment building, wondering if he even should go and knock. Likely, the girl forgot all about him, after almost two months of his being gone coupled with them having only met the one time.

Plus, he and Iruka had something going on earlier at the Mission Desk. Tension, or whatever. And gods, he’s so damn attracted to Iruka it’s ridiculous. Shizukana is sweet, and she’s pretty enough, but…

Then again. He did say he’d come back, if he came back. And, well. If nothing else, maybe she’d be interested in having sex again. It was very good the first time, and he can only imagine that it’ll be just as good the second time.

He pulls himself together and hops over to her door, hoping that there’s not a social construct he’s missing here where he should have brought flowers, or extra condoms, or whatever. He knocks, and then steps back and waits. And when the door opens just a little bit and Shizukana’s big brown eye peeks around the wood of the door.

He waves, “Hello again, Shizukana-san. I’m… I’m back.”

The door opens the rest of the way and—well, he was expecting her to be happy to see him, if she remembered him at all. But the look of sheer relief that floods her face is a little bit… odd.

Before she can say anything else, he drops his voice to a cautious murmur and asks, “Is now a bad time? Are you alright?”

The relief doesn’t fade, but her lips do open up in a genuine smile. “No, no, everything’s… everything’s alright! Would you like to come inside?” She steps back and brings him inside, and he steps out of his sandals as she shuts and locks the door behind them. He shrugs out of his vest and she clears a spot on her rack where he can hang it up. He turns to her, expecting another frenzied encounter like their first, but she just smiles shyly at him and asks, “Tea?” before moving along to the kitchen.

He sits down on her couch and waits for her to get back. This isn’t going at all like he thought it would. Gods, he hopes he’s not going to get a love confession. They only spent one night together, and she’s only two years younger than he is. Neither of them are ready for something so life-changing as love , and to be honest, Kakashi is fairly certain he’s incapable of the emotion anyway.

She does, finally, come back with two cups of tea, handing him one of them. “I didn’t add anything sweet,” she says. “I remember you mentioned that you don’t like sweets.”

He thanks her and then takes a sip. Hot and smooth, slightly bitter; it’s oddly perfect. He raises a brow at her while she simply cups her mug and stares down at the steam silently. “Shizukana-san,” he starts, “if you have something to tell me, then please just—”

“I’m pregnant.”

The words hit him like ice, over his head and down his back and all he can seem to say is, “…What?” over the ringing and roaring in his ears as the words seem to echo behind his eyes.

“I haven’t been with anyone else,” she continues quickly. “It has to be yours.”

Kakashi carefully sets his cup down on the table in front of them before his shaking hands force him to drop it. Then, he sits back. “You haven’t been with anyone else since me, or…?”

“Well, no; but also, I hadn’t…” She blushes furiously and admits, “You were my first, not counting missions…”

He stands up to pace, stalking around the living room in a circle.

“You’re pregnant.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m the…?”

“Father. Yes.”

He stops and stares from across the room at her, finally losing his temper, just a little bit. “Why didn’t you get a morning-after treatment?!”

“I didn’t think I needed to! We used condoms!”

“Don’t you have the implant?”

She looks down and away, sheepishly. “Well, I…”

He groans. “We fucked unprotected the first time,” he says. “Every ninja with a uterus above the age of sixteen is supposed to have the implant!”

“I never got one because I—I was scared that it would make me… want .”

“That’s not how they work, though!” Kakashi says, exasperated. How could any kunoichi, let alone a chūnin, believe something so conservative and old-fashioned?

He continues, “They’re supposed to protect us from situations just like this. What if it hadn’t been me, but some enemy nin in the field??”

She starts crying, quiet tears slowly drifting their way down her cheeks as she sets down her own tea so that she can cover her face with her hands. “I don’t know what to do,” she admits. “I tried going to the women’s health clinic, to schedule an abortion. But they did some scans and asked me if I knew who the father was, and when I mentioned your name—”

“They denied your request,” Kakashi sighs. “It’s because I’m the last of my clan. Legally, any children I… help to create… can’t be aborted unless the health of either the child or mother is at risk.”

“I’m sorry,” she cries. “I shouldn’t have said anything to them. I’m so sorry.” She sniffles and looks up at him with a wet half-smile and says, “I mean, it’s not all bad, right? We’re… we’re going to be parents!”

Kakashi stills and his mouth goes dry.

Oh gods .

He’s going to be a parent. A father.

“Where… is your toilet?”

Shizukana wipes her eyes and points aside, confused. Kakashi doesn’t explain, just throws himself into the water closet and kneels over the toilet, pulling down his mask at the same time as the first heave of bile and vomit rises. He does his best to throw up quietly, but he has a strong stomach on the battlefield and that’s really it . When he’s finished and flushed, he hears Shizukana on the other side of the door, asking if he’s okay.

He’s not.

He’s very much not okay .

There’s a small window above the toilet, just barely big enough that he could flicker out through it. It would leave Shizukana alone in her home for a time, but Kakashi needs to leave. He needs to…

Fuck.

He needs to get his affairs in order.

He’s going to have a child.

He opens the window and flickers out into the Village, and once the fresh air hits him he runs .

*~*

His feet eventually stop at the entrance to the old Hatake Compound, and Kakashi groans and scrubs his face with his palm before opening the long-closed gate and stepping inside. The perpetual twilight of the clan barrier sets the overgrown gardens in a wash of pink and orange, the shadows long and lonely stretching out from each bush and tree. Kakashi hasn’t been here in years—well over a decade now. Hands in his pockets, he strolls along the stone path through the empty Compound.

Someday, this place will have life in it again. And that thought, above even the idea that he’s to become a father, scares him so much. He’d just finally accepted that his ancestral home would remain abandoned until reclaimed by the Village, some day long after his death. But now…

Now it’s supposed to become a home again.

Kakashi can’t—he can’t live here. Not with the ghosts of his memory pressing in on him from all sides.

Maybe his child can inherit this place and live here when they’re grown. He’ll have to see about retaining a gardener and getting the buildings back up to livable condition. But that doesn’t have to happen today.

No, today he needs to finally find the old Hatake seals, their Clan lineage scroll, and arrange for Shizukana to have access to the funds she’ll need to… to take care of their child. He finds the scrolls he needs in the main house, the one he enters by holding his breath and hoping that he’s fast enough that he doesn’t need to breathe in the smell of rot and death that still lingers on the edge of his memory.

The lineage scroll falls and rolls open across the floor and Kakashi sucks in a breath as he stares at it. A once mighty family tree, focused down through the years and reduced to one final, pathetic limb. The last name on the scroll is his own. Kakashi stares at his father’s neat handwriting, the characters that make up Hatake Kakashi , and follows the little line leading backwards from his name to his father’s, and the line that connected his father to his mother.

Hatake Kakashi. Hatake Sakumo. Hatake Airi, his mother.

These were supposed to be the last names ever written on this scroll.

And now.

Now Kakashi will have to add his own line. He’ll have to write Kame Shizukana next to his own name, and draw the line to the next generation, to where he’ll place his child’s name.

Their child.

Kakashi scoops up the scroll and runs outside, dropping everything haphazardly and slamming his knees on the ground while he fumbles for his mask. He holds his stomach with one hand, hoping that he won’t throw up again, and monitors his pulse with the other. He feels his heart pounding in his neck, his eye goes blurry and his cheeks become wet, and he can’t take a good breath in.

He can’t do this.

He can’t .

He doesn’t know how; and this isn’t something he can simply read up on and do his best. There’s a small human who will be relying on him, Shizukana will be relying on him, and if he fucks this up it’s not just a failed mission and a decrease in his mission rating. He could hurt them both if he…

Fuck.

He doesn’t have time for a panic attack. He has shit to do.

He forces chakra through his heart to make it slow down, sucks in a breath and holds it for a few seconds before letting it hiss out through his teeth slowly. He stands up, looks back at the scrolls on the ground, and cleans everything up. Righting his mask over his face, he leaves the compound with the pieces he’ll need going forward.

This place is no home for him, and certainly not for raising his child. But maybe someday they’ll bring him back here, and when that day comes, perhaps Kakashi can make it through the day without the pressure of memory.

The next place he goes to is the bank. He only knows Shizukana’s name and address, so it’s difficult to add her as an authorized user to his accounts. Ultimately, he sets up a trust under Hatake Child with a note that the name is to-be-determined, and makes it so that Shizukana has access to that account in particular. She’ll still need to come in and personally sign some paperwork before she can make withdrawals, but Kakashi finds himself able to breathe just a little bit easier after moving his money around and making sure that the child will be financially taken care of.

While at the bank, he also speaks to someone regarding a home purchase, but iterates that he’s not sure yet the particulars of such. He’s assured that with his funds he should be able to purchase any house in the Village, or even have one specially built to his needs and wants. Kakashi is fairly certain that a custom house won’t be necessary, but he takes the information anyway.

It’s late when he finally returns home, scrolls and brochures from the bank end up scattered on the table. He should have gone back to Shizukana, to at least let her know he’s not abandoning her. But he… he can’t, not yet.

He needs to sleep off his mission he only just got back from. Sleep off the panic attacks he’s had on and off all day. Sleep away the anxiety and the frustration and the anger, until all that’s left is a clear head and a steady hand. He lays down in his futon and closes his eye, begging his body to relax enough that he can fall asleep.

*~*

Saturday morning comes and he sits up, exhausted. He didn’t sleep much at all, save a few long blinks. But at least he doesn’t feel…

Well, no. He’s still terribly anxious, his heart fluttering in his chest and his stomach cramping with the desire to turn over. He hasn’t eaten since yesterday morning, before he got back from his mission. The few sips of tea at Shizukana’s house don’t count—he vomited that up so soon after ingesting it.

What he needs to do today is much harder than collecting some scrolls and seals from the Hatake lands. He gets up, uses the bathroom to wash and relieve himself, thinks for half a second about making something to eat but then casts that thought aside, and then heads out into the Village. His first stop is the Mission Desk—and what does it say about him that he’s rushing across the rooftops to the Hokage Tower, to the Desk, running because his one-night-stand is going to have his child in about seven months, and still there’s a part of him that is excited at the prospect of seeing Iruka again.

The Mission Desk is deserted this early in the morning, save for the lone chūnin filing scrolls and setting up for the day. Kakashi approaches the Desk and clears his throat; Iruka turns around and smiles so brightly. “Back so soon, Kakashi-san?”

Kakashi winces and fishes out the scroll from his pouch. He sets it down on the desk as Iruka comes over and takes his seat, but looks up at Kakashi with confusion. “I’m afraid I can’t accept this mission after all,” Kakashi says, pushing it towards Iruka.

The look of confusion dissolves into a frown as Iruka lays his hand over the closed scroll. He reaches for his assignment book and flips to the section with the A-ranks, and crosses out Kakashi’s name on the assigned column beside its call number. “Is everything alright?” he asks as he does this.

The ringing begins again in his ears, numbing pain behind his eyes, and the chill settles back over his shoulders. It’s not as bad as it was yesterday, but Iruka’s wide eyes looking up at him with such blatant concern, along with how alone they are in this room, makes his anxiety shoot up once again. Gods, nothing is ever going to be the same.

For the first time since leaving Shizukana’s home yesterday afternoon, Kakashi says it aloud. “I’m… going to be a father.” It’s no announcement, not a loud phrase, but simply saying it to someone else makes it so real.

Iruka’s eyebrows go all the way up, looking nearly as stunned as Kakashi feels, before he fixes himself and resets and smiles. Kakashi can tell that the smile is forced, but he’s not sure why Iruka feels the need to force himself to smile in this situation. “Um, well then, congratulations, Kakashi-san!”

Kakashi is able to nod, feeling the rise of vomit in his throat, and says quickly, “I’ll… come back for a new mission once I’ve… I’ve…”

Iruka chuckles softly and shakes his head. “This is wonderful news, and I’m sure the Hokage would love to hear of it, once your partner is ready to share their status. Don’t worry about taking a new mission right now, you have more important things to take care of.”

“I just… right. You’re right,” Kakashi stammers. “Thank you. I do need to go and see Sandaime anyway.”

“But make sure your partner is ready to announce,” Iruka chides him gently. “And take a deep breath. You look like you’re about to topple over with how stiff you’re holding yourself.”

Kakashi loudly sucks in a breath and Iruka laughs and smiles at him for it. The pit of anxiety in his stomach eases just that little bit, hearing Iruka’s soft laughter and basking in the warm glow of his smile.

“I… thank you, Iruka.”

“Of course. It's no problem at all.”

“I have to… go. I’m sorry.”

Iruka waves his hand. “I’m sure there’s plenty of things you need to do. Nine months can go by very quickly. If you ever need help, with anything, let me know and I’ll see what I can do.”

Kakashi can’t find the words to properly thank him again, and so simply nods and turns away to leave. He’ll see Iruka again soon enough; fatherhood or no, he’s not planning on giving up his duty and profession. As Iruka works here at the Mission Desk, Kakashi will continue to see him.

*~*

Kakashi wanders the Village, trying to muster up the confidence to go back to Shizukana, but finds himself instead outside of the Nara compound. It’s unlikely that Shikaku is home today, especially in the middle of the day, but there are only a few people he thinks he can ask about this and get a straight, firm answer. He waves to the two at the Nara gate, and they let him stroll inside without any interrogation. The main house is in the center of the compound, and Kakashi approaches slowly upon seeing Shikaku and his young son sitting on the porch with a shogi board between them.

Shikaku notices him before the boy does, humming and grumbling, “Well, you’d better come on inside. Yoshino just put away lunch, but you don’t look like you can stomach much anyway, hm?”

Kakashi shakes his head silently and waits while Shikaku wins the match. The man smiles fondly down at his son while he studies the board to find where he went wrong. Then, Shikaku gives him an inviting wave of his hand and brings him inside. Kakashi follows, and feels the boy’s eyes on him as he passes.

“You look like shit,” the kid says in a bored tone.

Before Kakashi can say anything, Shikaku growls over his shoulder, “Watch your mouth, brat. Go find your mother, see if she can find something for an uneasy stomach.”

He can hear the kid mutter something under his breath, but they’re already inside and gone down a hallway before it can properly register. They turn into Shikaku’s study, and Kakashi drops onto the floor beside the chabudai, bracing his forehead against his raised knees while he waits for his stomach to settle once more.

Shikaku is watching him barely hold himself together, but he can’t find the energy to care right yet. He feels ill; worse than he did this morning.

A soft knock at the door sounds out in the room before it slides open. Nara Yoshino comes in and sets a pair of chopsticks and a bowl, lightly steaming, on the chabudai beside Kakashi. She says nothing to him, but he can see that she and Shikaku exchange some sort of look before she leaves again.

“You do look like shit, though,” Shikaku finally says to him. “What’s going on, kid?”

Kakashi can’t find it in him to touch the food, even though he’s sure that Yoshino will have his head later for wasting it. The bowl has soft rice and steamed vegetables, along with one slice of pork. He’s sure that if he did have an appetite, it would be delicious.

His father used to often remind him to eat the meat offered at mealtimes, not just the rice and vegetables. He usually suffered through it because it meant that Sakumo would take him to the park after dinner, or let him have extra time in their dojo. And that’ll be him, too, someday soon—bribing his child to at least taste everything offered on the table before they can run off and play.

“How did you react, when you found out?” Kakashi asks, unable to lift his head.

“Hmm?”

“That you were going to be a… a father. How did you react?”

Shikaku shifts, perhaps a bit uncomfortably, but he answers, “Well, we knew it was possible. Choza had announced his wife’s pregnancy, and I had a good feeling about Inoichi and his partner as well. We were trying to have a child, to set up the next generation of our clans. When Yoshino told me, even though we were actively trying, it was still a surprise.”

Kakashi draws himself in tighter. Maybe this was a mistake. He and Shikaku are nothing alike in this regard, he had wanted Shikamaru, had actively tried to create him. Kakashi and Shizukana’s child is a complete accident—

“If I’m completely honest with you, Kakashi, when Yoshino told me I was going to be a father, I was scared shitless.”

Kakashi perks up a little bit, peeking over his knees. “But it was still… Shikamaru was still planned?”

“Well, as planned as these things can be, I suppose,” Shikaku allows. “Every child is a surprise, I think, even if you plan for them.”

A surprise doesn’t even begin to describe it. Gods, Kakashi can still hear it, plain as if she’d just said it to him: I’m pregnant. I haven’t been with anyone else. It has to be yours.

“Kakashi—?”

“My father,” Kakashi starts, horrified briefly as his voice breaks. He starts again, “My father k-killed himself before I could ever ask him… if I was a surprise. If he… If he wanted me.”

Shikaku gives him a few moments to pull himself together before he says, “Sakumo always spoke well of you. I don’t think anyone who knew him for more than an hour could get out of the conversation doubting his love for you. Even if you were a surprise, your father wanted you, Kakashi.”

Kakashi shakes his head, feeling like something is trying to claw its way out of his chest. “He left ,” he manages to spit. “How am I—? How am I supposed to do this when I didn’t have—?!” His phrase breaks off with a choke, his breath and pulse coming fast and making him lightheaded.

A firm hand rests on his shoulder and Kakashi listens carefully as Shikaku guides him out of the panic attack. Deep breaths, refocus your chakra, listen to my voice , all of these things Shikaku says in a low, careful tone as Kakashi shakes and gasps for breath. “I’m going to pull down your mask, to let you take a good breath,” Shikaku warns him before he does it. His thumb strokes the base of his skull and Kakashi lets out a pitiful whine as he leans into Shikaku’s side. “What’s going on, Kakashi?”

For the second time today, Kakashi murmurs, “I’m going to be a father,” and it feels like being struck across the face, leaving him in a state of vertigo. His ears start ringing again. “It was an accident, I barely even know the girl, but she can’t—can’t get rid of it, because I’m the last of my clan. Or I was, I guess.”

Shikaku nods and lets Kakashi stay against his side. “Your anxiety is understandable, in this situation. Are you going to stay with her, raise the child?”

Kakashi shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t know her, but she… she’s growing the next Hatake.”

“Maybe don’t phrase it like that,” Shikaku chuckles softly. “From my experience, women don’t like their pregnancies to be referred to as ‘growing a child’.”

Kakashi lets himself smile, just a little bit, just for a moment. “But as for the child,” he says, his smile fading, “I think… I think I do want to be involved with them. Help raise them. I’m not sure how to do that if I’m not… involved, with her.”

“You need to go and talk to her, then,” Shikaku says. He pushes Kakashi to sit up and then grabs his jaw to make Kakashi look at him. “For what it’s worth, I think you’ll be a great father.”

“I had a really shitty role model,” Kakashi mutters. “What’s to say I don’t… leave them, the way he left me?”

Shikaku sighs. “If it ever happens that you feel like following in Sakumo’s footsteps in that regard, you come to me and I’ll set you straight. I can promise you that.” His demeanor hardens then, and he continues, “But don’t you dare say he was a shitty role model. He raised a fine young man, for the time he had in this life. And if you turn out to be half the father Sakumo was to you, then your child will be just as fine as you.”

*~*

For the second time in as many days, Kakashi paces nearby Shizukana’s home. This time, though, instead of wondering if he even should go and knock, he’s wondering how he should approach this. He does need to go and tell her that he’s committed to raising the child with her. However, he also needs to impress upon her that he’s not willing to get married to do this, or even to tie himself down to her at all.

He’s committed to the child, not to Shizukana. This will be fine. She’s a ninja, she’ll understand.

He flickers back to her door and knocks, and although he can tell that she’s inside because he can sense her chakra thrumming within the apartment, she doesn’t come to let him inside. On a whim, he tries the knob and finds the door unlocked, slowly entering with the full expectation that something is horribly wrong and that someone has already come for her because she’s carrying his child—

But instead, she’s simply curled up on the couch, hugging a throw pillow and crying quietly into the cushions. Kakashi crosses the room and kneels down in front of her, checking for injuries, “Are you alright? What’s wrong, what happened—?”

“I’m sorry!” she hiccups. “I’m sorry, I knew you wouldn’t want the baby, I’m sorry, but I just thought that maybe we could—could be happy and… and…” She devolves into sobbing again.

Kakashi, confused and alarmed, gently puts his palm on her waist to try and soothe her. At the same time, he also pushes a slight amount of chakra into her abdomen to check on their child; the embryo is fine, as far as he can tell with his limited knowledge of medicine. “It’s alright, I… Can you explain why you’re crying, though?”

She rubs her eyes and looks up at him with the same kind of confusion he’s been giving her. “You left!”

He cringes, because she’s right; he did leave. And now that he knows why she’s crying, coupled with the likely addition of pregnancy hormones, he feels awful for doing so. But still, “I’m sorry,” he says. “I panicked. I shouldn’t have left, but I did and I’m sorry.”

“I knew you didn’t… That you wouldn’t want anything to do with me,” she whispers wetly, “I didn’t expect that you… I just wanted you to know.”

The relief he feels must be similar to the kind she felt upon seeing him yesterday. She doesn’t expect anything from him, which is perfect; he’s not ready for a relationship, certainly not with someone he barely knows. Thank the gods she already understands.

“I do appreciate you telling me,” he says. “I just… I’m here to let you know. That I’m going to stay; that I want to be in the child’s life. I… I’ll never leave them, not willingly.”

She sniffles and sits up, Kakashi’s hand slipping from her waist to her lap. She smiles at him shyly and asks, “R-really? You’ll… with me?”

Kakashi nods. “I want to help you raise this child, if you’ll let me. Whatever way you want me to help, I’m prepared for—be that simply a silent financial beneficiary or a more hands-on co-parenting situation.”

Shizukana nods rapidly. “I don’t mind, really! Whatever way you think is best!” She flushes as she continues, “I… I have a doctor’s appointment in two days, to verify the due date and such. Would you like to come?”

He fidgets a bit, and she takes his hand on her lap and threads their fingers together. After a deep breath and a loud exhale, he nods. “That… yes. I would, if you truly want me there.”

“It’s your baby, too, Kakashi-kun,” she giggles wetly. “And it’ll be the first time we get to see them!”

Kakashi nods and accepts her leaning forward and kissing his cheek. That’s… fine. She’s affectionate, and high on pregnancy hormones. He’s not sure why he had been dreading telling her that he wanted to be in the child’s life. She’s smart, and she understands.

He never should’ve worried. There’s a reason he liked her so well.

He figures that the idea of moving and perhaps buying a home for their child can be put off for another day. They have seven months before the birth; plenty of time.

“Would you like to go and get dinner?” he asks.

She nods. “Oh, let me go and clean up first,” she says.

As she walks away, he watches her go and wonders how she will look in the months to come, swelling with his child, and thinks that somewhere, buried underneath the panic and the stress and the anxiety, there’s happiness to be found here.

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Kindered Sparks

This is my entry for @gg9183’s soulmate collab - Oof, I was almost late for your birthday ( I know that I'm technically no where near late, but I put this out so much later than I would've rathered. Sorry, I'm a Virgo, mate.) Anyhoo! Happy Birthday! And congratulations on your amazing Milestone! Thank you for organizing this collab too and allowing me to be apart of it! Honestly, I love soulmate pieces so much, so I was so excited seeing this prompt (I'm excited to read the others as well!) My friend helped me put together an idea for a SM connection and I really enjoyed writing it, hope you do as well :) Happy reading!

Fem!reader x Denki Kaminari

Soulmates au; People are born with a dream realm connecting them to their Soulmate. Warning; harsh language, Hurt/comfort, pretty fluffy, cursing. Implied readerxfemale relationship. BakuKiri relationship (I got bullied last time I didn't say that was a pairing, so, just being safe)

Word count; 4.6K

“Another lonely night in this stupid world.” Y/N grumbled staring up at her dreamy night sky.

A sky she was supposed to share with someone else.

In this wonderful, bittersweet world, you were tied to another person. Destiny decided from day one of your birth who you’d be with for the rest of your life and then set you in a special plane of existence only accessible when you fell asleep, once you turned the ripe age of fifteen. The kindred-plane.

A place specially made for you and your soulmate to meet each night when you fall asleep. It was a place to get to know each other without the prying eyes of all those around. A shared dream land you could even decorate and make your own. It was your partner’s and your safe space.

It was a place you guys could explore together, where your imaginations combined like an amazing world of minecraft. Some people made completely different lives in their heads at night. Others used it to see their long distance lovers. Hell, there was a blog story sharing what sounded like a whole scripted tv show where a woman’s soulmate had set off to save her from an uncompromising kingdom.

Sadly though, your shared safe space could be destroyed in a matter of moments. It wasn’t unheard of for your soulmate to reject destiny’s plan and divide your dreams. You could absolutely reject your soulmate and quite literally lock them out of your dreams. All presence of them would disappear from your dreams within a few nights, sometimes even faster, and you’d be left alone with only your creations.

Of course, being divided from your soulmate hurt. But something hurt much worse.

Your soulmate being unintentionally stolen from you. A divide where you lose your soulmate despite neither saying they’d like to divide. A situation where your soulmate dies.

Y/N sighed at the reminiscent of her once was soulmate. So sweet and kind, someone Y/N fully imagined meeting one day in the daylight. Yet, now at the sad age of seventeen, Y/N had no dreams of ever seeing her soulmate ever again.

She only had the one year of memories they made…

“Class, This Y/N. She will be joining our class for her final year of hero training, treat her well.” Aizawa introduced her to the class of 3-A.

“Thank you, Sensei” Y/N bowed slightly. “Nice to meet you all.”

Not even a moment of silence was granted before the class erupted in questions. Half about her quirk, the other half about where she was from. A few off hand questions about why she transferred. All a mess.

“Enough!” Aizawa shouted, hushing the entire class. “You all can get to know her later, on your own terms. For now, Y/N please take your seat.”

Y/N nodded and scurried back to the only free seat in the back. Between a pretty pinkette and sweet looking round faced brunette. Before she was even seated, Aizawa began his lesson.

Y/N quietly sat through the classes of her day, ignoring the judging looks aimed her way, as the new girl. She could hear the quiet whispers going around, speculating what type of person she was and tried to ignore those as well. She was well aware of the fact that she appeared very off-standish.

Dark eye bags, complete resting bitch face that quite literally screamed ‘I will stab you with a pencil if you speak to me’, earbuds tucked into each ear and a hunched over form that could rival Quasimodo. Thankfully, the aura she set into place actually warded off her new classmates for several days.

Up until a week later in the common room where her bubble was invaded.

She didn’t look up at the person sitting next to her and subtly tried to turn up her music. She felt the presence of several others join her and they all stared at her silently until finally, the pinkette she sat next to on her first day, plucked her book from her hands. Y/N slowly looked up at her dully and raised an eyebrow.

She reached out for her book, but the girl pulled it back out of her reach. She tried again, reaching forwards further, but the book was yoinked by a strip of tape, pulling it across the coffee table. Gritting her teeth slightly, Y/N stood up to reach across the table and the music in her ears paused.

The girl had unplugged her headphones.

“You just have no regard for personal belongings of others, hm?” Y/N sighed, sitting down.

“We just want to get to know our new classmate!” The pink girl grinned. “I’m Mina!”

“Hi, Mina. Now give me back my shit.” Y/N tried to grab her phone, only for someone behind her to tug her ear buds away. “Seriously?”

“We’ll give you back your things if you let us get to know you.” Mina smiled.

“Or, you could just give it back.” Y/N tried to grab her earbuds from the bright blonde behind her.

“Nope.’ He said, a grin on his face as well. “I’m Kaminari Denki, nice to meet ya, beautiful.”

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. “Or, I could just take my stuff back.”

“You could but there’s five of us and one of you, good luck.” A bitch faced blonde mumbled, flipping through her book.

“Fine. Here’s one thing about me.” Suddenly she appeared behind the bitch blonde and snatched her book. Another one of her appeared behind the one who taped her book away and grabbed her book mark. Two other Y/N’s came into existence on opposite sides of her seating couch to grab her phone and ear buds. All while the original Y/N sat in her place. “Don’t touch my things.”

“Woah, you can make multiple you’s!” The redhead gasped excitedly. “That’s so manly!”

“That’s so cool! They feel so real!” Kaminari said, poking the side of the one near him. It yelped and swatted his hand.

“They are real! Don’t poke me, I’m ticklish!” Y/N snapped, rubbing her side.

“Woah, can you feel this?’ The tape one reached out to pinch the clone’s arm.

Y/N’s other clone smacked him with her book. “Yes, I can feel that! Ow!”

“So your quirk is duplicating yourself? Boring…” Bitch face rolled his eyes, another Y/N appeared behind him and swatted the back of his head.

“My quirk is omni-replication. I can create continuous versions of myself and others. But they can act on their own.” Y/N sighed, bringing herself her book.

“Woah, make another me!” Kaminari grabbed her arm.

“G-Get off of me!” Y/N shoved him away, ignoring the literal spark between them. “I can’t make one of you now!”

“But you just said-.” Mina tried.

“I have to know your ins and outs. Otherwise I’d just make a weird melty blob of you.” Y/N sighed. “I need to know more about you guys before I can make you. I need to know you, how you fight, how your quirk works, I need to know how to play the game before I can participate.”

“So, what I’m hearing is…” Mina smirked. “You need to get to know us to succeed.”

“Oh god…” Y/N groaned. “I have no choice in this do I?”

“We have a specialty of making friends with people that don’t want to be friends.” The red head threw his arm over bitch face’s shoulder.

And thus a new friendship was born.

“Bakugo, why do you keep moving my pillow in our dreams, it’s so not manly.” Kirishima whined.

“Neither is the massive rock sitting in the middle of nowhere, dude.” Bakugo argued.

“It’s not just a rock.” Kirishima mock sniffled. “It’s a boulder.”

Y/N snickered at the reference that earned the kind redhead a smack to the back of his head. “Are you delivering pizza on it?”

“Yes!” Kiri grinned.

“No! Don’t encourage him!” Bakugo shouted.

“Aye, don’t shout at me. Your boyfriend is a literal rock, he’s encouraging himself.” Y/N laughed, throwing a fry at him.

“Oh yeah, what trash has your soulmate cluttered in your dream world?” Bakugo argued back.

Y/N’s laughter silenced and immediately her lips curled into a scowl. A light switched on and they remembered the one rule they had set in place. No one talks about Y/N’s soulmate. Or lack thereof.

“Bakugo!” Mina snapped.

“Shit, I didn’t-.” Y/N didn’t give him the time to apologize and stood up from the lunch table.

“Wait, no, Y/N! He didn’t mean to!” Kaminari grabbed her arm.

She flicked him in the forehead and pulled away. “No, it’s fine. You guys talk about your soulmate shit, I’m going to the training field.”

“Wait, Y/N, really!” Mina tried. “It’s just, we’re so used to casually talking about it!”

“I don’t care if you guys talk about yours, but you know I don’t have one, so we don’t bring up mine!” She huffed, before taking a breath. “You know what? Never mind.”

Y/N ignored her friend’s protest and stomped out of the dinning hall. She rushed to the training area, stopping by the locker room to change and grab gear, briefly.

Activating her quirk she began fist fighting her clone, taking her anger out on herself. Very early on into her friendship with the group she told them she didn’t want to talk about the soulmate shit. At least not her own. She told them she didn’t have one, leaving them to believe she never did.

They were incredibly understanding after they found that it upset her. So much, to the point that she copied Kirishima to punch himself when he kept asking. After that ordeal and several days of being ignored, they respected her wishes of not bringing it up.

She knocked herself down and punched herself in the face. She turned off the connection to the clone so she wouldn’t feel the pain herself. Disconnected clones only had a few minutes to live really and faded away with enough damage. Once that one faded, she created another in its space and continued pounding away.

“Stupid soulmate bullshit.” She huffed each word with a punch. “Stupid divide rule.” Another clone. “Stupid. Fucking. Erg- Everything!”

Y/N beat her final clone to death and didn’t bring a new one out. She sniffled, the tears she’d been holding back for years now finally breaking her dam. She hated the horrible lonely feeling she had been surrounded by for so long. She missed out on so much sleep, just to avoid going to her dream world. She set alarms to wake her up every hour or so to stay away from it and at this point, she was losing her mind.

She cried more thinking back to the last time she had been in her kindred-plane. She’d avoided it for a few days before exhaustion actually hit her like a bus and made her sleep. This time her plain little dream seemed to have adopted new items in her absence.

A bundle of comic books, a guitar, even a really, really big pikachu plushie.

Not that they were placed anywhere in particular. The guitar was outside of the little home she had reimagined, laying haphazardly on the ground. The pikachu was placed in front of a tree, facing it and the books were strewn across her loveseat couch. It was like her dream realm had become a lost and found for thrown away items from other planes. Which, honestly, Y/N could believe, as she didn’t use it so much.

She wished she could just give away her realm and dream of nothingness.

“Y/N?” She jumped, hearing her name and quickly wiped away her tears, ignoring the way they stung her open knuckles.

“Kaminari, I’m not really in the mood to talk.” Y/N muttered.

“Okay, that’s fine. We both know I talk enough for the both of us.” He joked, coming to sit in front of her.

Y/N turned to look away from his seating and ignored him, but he set off into a spiel about a new game he got. He did what he did best when one of his friends were upset, he talked. And normally that worked, but minutes into his yabbering, she started crying again.

“Hey, no! No crying! Crying is sad!” Kaminari tried.

“I am sad Kami!” She snapped. “I am really fucking sad! Everyone gets to have stupid fucking soulmate but me! And all because mine fucking died!”

Kaminari immediately paused his frantic attempts to calm her. “Huh, I thought you said you didn’t have one?”

“I don’t because she died! My god damn soulmate died literally months after meeting each other damn it!” Y/N yelled, sinking her fingers into her hair. “And now my kindred-plane is empty and lonely and shit keeps getting piled into it like a fucking trash can!”

Kaminari was silent for a moment while she cried. He slowly crawled over, closer to her and pulled her into a hug. This wasn’t a moment for talking randomly and he knew that. So they sat for the rest of the lunch period in silence, save for her soft hiccups.

After that, somehow, Y/N started talking to her friends the next day. She rationalized that it wasn’t their fault she was sensitive about the subject, they didn’t deserve the aggression. So with a tense apology, she was back to sitting with them at lunch and hanging out.

Y/N was determined to not let her disrupted dreamland destroy her outside reality.

“Okay, really?” Y/N blinked at the ugly rug that appeared draped over her bookshelf. “How the hell did you even get there?”

She tugged it down and stared at it in disgusted contemplation. “Guess you get to go in front of the fireplace…”

Y/N walked towards the warmth and paused, noting that it felt like it took a few more steps than usual. She looked around and found that the picture she carefully centered on the wall was no longer centered. Was her house getting bigger? More and more shit was popping up out of nowhere and her place felt spaceyer…

“What the actual fuck universe?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and laid down the new rug.

An odd whooshing noise sounded behind her and she turned around to see a lamp fizzled into existence, a hand accompanying it this time. Y/N fumbled over own feet trying to hurry and grab it. Someone was putting shit in her realm and she was about to find out who.

Actually she wasn’t.

The moment she grabbed the hovering wrist, it was like she had rubbed her socks across her new rug a million times and then touched an outlet. The hand shocked her, hard. She yelped and fell backwards on her butt, accidently taking the lamp down too, except when it fell apart it fell backwards toward the floating hand and disappeared from her plane.

Y/N gasped sitting up out of her bed, the shock kicking her out of her own dream. “Ow, what the hell?”

Y/N looked over at her clock, finding that it was five in the morning. She sighed and climbed out of her bed, grabbing her ear buds and phone. There was no school the next day, it was Saturday so she aimed to sneak down to the common room and spend her day dead on the couch, fighting off sleep again.

Not ten minutes after snuggling into a comfy spot on the couch, it dipped slowly as someone sat on the other end of it. She looked up from her book, to find Kaminari on the other end. He held up a bag of doritos in exchange for her company.

“What are you doing up?” She asked, pulling out her ear buds.

“Got startled awake by something in my dream world.” He answered, holding the bag out to her.

“Ah, that sucks.” She hummed apologetically.

“What about you?” He asked carefully.

Y/N snorted. “Kami, you know I don’t sleep.”

“Yeah, I know, but you’ve been up for the past few days.” He sighed, remembering seeing her in the kitchen at three am. “You’re going to trash your health if you don’t sleep.”

“Eh, it’s alright.” She crunched on a chip, before yawning. “Plus, you stay up every night gaming, bite me.”

“Gladly.” He winked. “But seriously, a lonely dream realm can’t be all bad.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was going to continue this topic of conversation. And he did. “I mean mine’s pretty lonely and I think it’s alright.”

“What?” She furrowed his eyebrows.

“My kindred-plane has but just me since like, forever, and I don’t think it’s that bad.” He shrugged.

Kaminari didn’t have a soulmate? That didn’t make sense, he’d tell them about all the adventures he’d run on in his dream. “You said you were helping some Jill girl fight zombies and stuff, just the other day.”

“Yeah, Jill Valentine. From Resident Evil.” He laughed. “I figured out a long time ago that I could just make her up in my dreams if I played the game until I fell asleep. She’s not my soulmate-.”

“You don’t have one…” Y/N whispered, sitting up.

“Nope, never did.” He offered her more chips, but Y/N just looked at him with sad eyes.

She cried in his arms about her soulmate dying and it turned out he never had one in the first place. “Don’t look so sad, Sunshine. It’s okay.”

“Denki, you don’t have a soulmate. That shit sucks.” Y/N flailed her hands.

“Yeah, but at least I didn’t get attached to mine and then they died. That sucks even more.” Kaminari argued.

Y/N slumped back against the couch. “This soulmate business is quite literal shit.”

“Yeah, but other people are pretty happy with it, so it’s okay to me really.” Kaminari hummed, nonchalantly. “Plus, no one can yell at me for my taste in decorations. That can really make or break a relationship ya know.”

Y/N laughed. “Oh yeah, totally. If my soulmate tried to decorate our space with half the shit that seems to appear in my room I’d have to throw hands.”

“Stuff appears in your dream?” Kaminari asked. “What, like, someone’s statue of Scooby doo?”

“Kaminari Denki, please tell me you don’t have a statue of Scooby doo in your kindred.” She tried not to laugh.

“No!” He said quickly. “I have a statue of Scrappy Doo.”

“Oh my god, no, you don’t!” She gasped.

“Yep! There’s a pond in front of my house and he’s in the dead center of it.” He grinned proudly. “And he looks amazing there.”

“Oh I bet he does.” Y/N snickered. “Bet he pulls the whole place together.”

“As a matter of fact he does.” Kaminari declared smugly. “What about your plane? What’s one big special thing you’ve got in it?”

Y/N hummed and thought for a second. “There’s a really big oak tree just behind my house and it’s covered in string lights, with a small ladder up the trunk. There’s a flat area in some of the branches so I can sit up there and read.”

“That sounds beautiful.” Kaminari said, fondly. “I have a tree kind of like that in mine too.”

“Does yours have a massive Pikachu in front of it?” She taunted, laughing.

She just barely missed the furrowing of his eyebrows before he answered. “I’m not entirely sure, I think, I’d have to take a look. I hope I do though, otherwise, I’d have to come steal yours.”

“Absolutely not! He’s my friend!” Y/N gasped and shoved at his leg. “Stick with your Scrappy Doo statue.”

Kaminari smiled. “Fine, fine. But if I don’t have a Pikachu in my dream, you owe me.”

“Mmhm, sure.” Y/N grinned.

For the next few months, Y/N and Kaminari grew closer, having bonded over their lack of soulmates. While they grew closer, not only did Y/N become happier, her kindred-plane seemed to get brighter, despite all the random things finding purchase in her realm and the fact that it was still growing. It was nice, she didn’t hate spending the night there anymore. She didn’t run into the disembodied hand anymore, but that was okay.

With what was happening in reality, she wasn’t too bothered by her dreams anymore. Instead, she focused on her friends, they were a wonderful reminder that life didn’t go to complete shit. For the first time, she actually let these people get close to her and drag her out of her hole she kept herself in.

… And out into the living room to watch the boys yell at each other over Mario Kart.

Y/N cursed and pushed Kaminari’s face away from her own as he laved his tongue across her cheek. “Denki, I swear to god if you don’t stop licking me, I’m going to bite you!”

“Ooh! Promise?” He flirted, smirking. “What else are you gonna do with that mouth?”

“Hurt your feelings, Sparkler boy.” She laughed, squishing his cheeks.

Kaminari threw himself into her arms, taking her to the floor. “So mean, I thought you loved me!”

“Oh yeah, she totally loves you with the way she made you beat yourself up today.” Bakugo snickered.

“Yeah, dude, she used your quirk against you better than you.” Kirishima pipped up.

“Hey, hey, clones don’t get fried when they use their ultimate! They just disappear and another one pops up!” Kaminari argued in defense.

“Jesus, Denki, you’re heavy!” Y/N shoved at his body, half heartedly. “Get off, you loser.”

“Uhg, fine, only because I have a race to win.” He rolled off her, to grab his switch controller.

“Oh thank god, I was going into the light for a second there.” Y/N gasped, dramatically.

Kaminari pinched her leg in retaliation. “Hey, I’m not that heavy!”

“Your head is though.” She stuck her tongue out.

“So mean.” He pouted as she turned to lay her head in his lap.

Y/N giggled as she pulled out her phone, to scroll through Tumblr for a fic to read. Moments went by before a snapchat notification popped up. Tapping on it, she found a common message from Mina.

‘You guys are too cute.’- Pinkiepie

‘We’re just friends, Mi.’-Y/N

A snap picture appeared in their feed and she tapped it open. There she was laying in Kaminari’s lap and there he was looking down at her, sweetly. ‘He’s giving you major heart eyes.’- Pinkiepie

‘Stop taking pictures of people, it’s stalkery.’- Y/N

‘That’s why you took a ss.’ -Pinkiepie

‘Oh fuck off.’- Y/N

‘Oh come on, just give him a chance, neither of you have sm’s so your not stealing him from anyone.’- Pinkiepie

‘You’re*’- Y/N

Y/N sighed and looked up to Kaminari’s face above hers. It apparently hadn’t been uncommon knowledge that Kaminari was Soulmateless, probably why the group had been so confused as to why she was so upset about it. It was normal to them, because it had always been Kaminari’s story.

Would it be so bad to make her own soulmate? Most divided soulmates stayed by themselves for the rest of their lives, but would it be alright if they didn’t?

“Oh, guys! I meant to tell you; I think I actually do have a soulmate!” Kaminari blurted into the air.

His admission quite literally derailed the entire room. Bakugo drove off the map in Mario Kart, Kirishima completely looked away from the game and Mina choked on her spit and her eyes flew to Y/N who paled significantly.

Sero was the only one who appeared unaffected. “Guys, he’s probably just saying that to throw us off, he’s in last.”

“I’m gonna blow you up, you put me in fourth with your little stunt.” Bakugo threatened.

“No, I’m serious!” Kaminari argued. “Over the last few months my dreams have been changing and stuff. Like it was making room for another person. My house is super spacy now, new decorations have been showing up for no reason, like there was a vase of flowers on the floor near my door, and my curtains changed colour, they’re a cute lavender colour now. Plus there’s a really big pikachu next to a beautiful oak tree in my yard.”

“Woah, dude, really?” Kirishima paused the race and turned to his friend.

“Yeah, totally.” Kaminari nodded, subtly looking down to meet Y/N’s wide eyes. “I was super confused for a while.”

“Holy shit, you’re serious.” Sero laughed. “Have you met them yet? Or are they just leaving surprises for you?”

“Well, I’ve seen her a few times, but I haven’t got the chance to talk to her yet, she wakes up pretty fast.” Kaminari shrugged.

“That’s so good Denki, I’m so happy for you.” Mina said softly as Y/N sat up.

“Me too, Denks. But speaking of waking up, I’m tired, so I’m gonna go take a nap.” Y/N hummed, yawning.

“Okay, see you later, Y/N.” They all chimed as she walked away.

“Yeah, see you later.” Kaminari called, carefully.

Y/N tried her best to contain herself and all but ran to her dorm. Along the way, her phone buzzed, no doubt a message from Mina. Once she was in her room, she flew to her bed, never had she been so eager to fall asleep before.

She quickly responded to Mina, ensuring her that she was alright and actually wanted to sleep. Y/N even sent her a reassuring picture of her smile with a short caption ‘I’m off to go see a Pikachu.’ After that, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, but it was too long.

Y/N blinked open her eyes, finally appearing in her kindred-plane and spun around, trying to identify things in her dream house. She hurried to open the door and looked over to her tree, with the ever so famous Pikachu there. She turned and jogged in the opposite direction for the one thing she needed to see to make sure she was correct.

There it was. Scrappy Doo. In the middle of her pond.

Y/N jumped up and down, squealing to herself. It was happening, oh my god, it was happening. Now she just had to wait.

And wait she did. She had run back to her tree and climbed up to sit and await her soulmate. The soulmate she actually had again. Someone to share her dream world with again.

She had a soulmate.

Quietly for the next hour, Y/N sat and read one of her books, waiting almost patiently for him. She’d made it through the third chapter when a voice startled her away from the pages.

“Sorry, I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me.” Kaminari said, smiling.

Y/N bit her lip and grinned. “I thought you missed my cue for a bit there."

"No, I was just a little too excited to fall asleep." He crawled up into her tree nook. "You see, I suddenly got a new person roaming my world almost like, uh, a forever person or something. What's it called?"

"Mm, I don't know. Kinda sounds like you've got a soulmate there, Denki." Y/N whispered as he came closer.

"Fucking finally." He muttered, leaning forwards to connect their lips.

But before he could make contact he ran into her hand first. “But, really, we are going to have to talk about your decorating choices.”

“Yeah, yeah, we can talk about that after this.” Kaminari chuckled and moved her hand to kiss her.

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