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flowersbby · 4 years ago

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Star Struck | Corpse Husband x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing (If I’m missing any let me know please! :) )

a/n: You’re a model/ streamer in this one! :D I’m thinking about if I should turn this into a series or not? Lmk what you think. I hope you like it <3

It was a nice morning. The sun was shining through the tall windows that showed you a view of your balcony onto your bed, there was a slight breeze so it wasn’t too hot, and you could hear the birds chirping with the occasional honking due to LA traffic. The only reason you woke up was because the sun was shining right in your face. You groaned and put a pillow over your face. I really don’t want to get up right now. Just a few more minutes.. You thought and right as you were about to take the pillow off your face and turn over onto your other side so you could go back to sleep, your phone started ringing. “Ugh!” You groaned once again and reached for your phone that was on your nightstand. You looked at the caller ID and saw that it was your manager, Chris. You accepted the call and put the phone to your ear. “What do you want?” You asked in an annoyed and tired tone. You were definitely NOT a morning person. You hated mornings.

“Oh my God,” He said in a rushed tone, “Have you literally JUST woken up? You have a photoshoot in 2 hours! Makeup and wardrobe are waiting for you down here!” Your eyes widened. You completely forgot about it.

“I-I’ll be right there!” You told him and hung up. You sprang out of bed and almost ran to your walk in closet, your eyes scanning for a top that would match the black leather skirt you wanted to wear for the day. You decided on a black mesh body suit with a black crop top under it. All black today. like your soul. You quickly put on some black heels and brushed your hair, cringing at how the brush tugged on your hair when it reached a knot. You didn’t bother doing your makeup since your makeup team would take it off anyway. You fast walked to the door of your apartment, grabbed your purse off the hook, and opened your door to leave to your photoshoot.

🖤🖤🖤

After a lot of yelling from Chris for holding the makeup and wardrobe team up, you did your photoshoot and got to go home. When you got home, you took a mirror picture of your outfit and uploaded it to Instagram, putting the caption as “Fashionably Late 🖤💋”. You smiled at the influx of likes right as it posted. You were truly lucky to have your supporters, but you wanted one person in particular to see it.

Corpse’s POV

I was casually playing Among Us with my friends while they streamed when I felt my phone vibrate slightly on my lap. I began to feel anxious to check my phone since I only have notifications on for one person but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the screen since I was following Jack, who I was sus of. Right when him and I entered electrical, he broke my neck. I felt relieved though since I got to finally look at (y/n)’s post.

My eyes widened when I saw the picture of her outfit. She looked good. Very good. I double tapped on it and immediately went to the comment section out of curiosity of what other people were saying. I looked at all the comments saying how pretty she was and smiled, but the comments made by creepy people made my blood boil. I wish I could just reply to them and say “That’s my girl. Stop.” but we both agreed to keep our relationship out of the public eye and I was truly fine with that. I just wish I could protect her from the creeps out there.

I wasn’t even paying attention to the game until I suddenly saw “Victory” appear on my screen. “Let’s goooo!” I said into the mic. Everyone else was celebrating as well.

“Hey!” Rae exclaimed, “Let’s get (y/n) in here, she just got home.” My heart skipped a beat and I smiled.

“Yes!” I said a little too excited. Everyone else didn’t notice it though and agreed with me. I quickly texted her out of excitement.

Your POV

After receiving an invite from Rae and booting up your computer, as well as getting everything prepared to stream, you got a text from Corpse. You quickly grabbed your phone to respond back to whatever he said.

My Love 😊💖💖

im so excited to hear your voice

i’ve missed you

You blushed at his messages. You thought about what to text back for a minute until you figured out what to say.

You

I have so much to tell you from today

I missed you so much bb

ft later?

You set your phone back on your desk and loaded up Among Us, joining the discord call while you wait. You were greeted by everyone as you joined.

“(Y/n)! Good noon!” Greeted Rae. You smiled as everyone in the call erupted in hello’s.

“Hey, (y/n).” Corpse said after everyone else had their chance to greet you.

Your stomach did backflips from him just saying your name. “Hi~” You said in a sing songy voice and started streaming. “How are all you guys doing?” You asked as your picked up your water from your desk and started drinking.

“Good now that you’re here..” Corpse muttered. You choked on your water and erupted in coughing, taken aback from what he said. Good thing your were muted.

“Corpse?!” Yelled Poki.

“What did you say?!” Also yelled Felix. The rest were just erupting in Aw’s.

“U-uh,” Corpse stuttered, “I meant that because (y/n) is such a good imposter and I’ve been a little off my game today so I’m hoping we get imposter together so I have some content for a video.” Good cover up.. You thought as your coughing got under control. I think he forgot to mute himself.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed, “We got this my dude!” You took a glance at chat and saw everyone going crazy. Half of them were typing in all caps asking for someone to clip that moment, and half were shipping you and corpse.

“I can only play one game anyway,” Corpse said, “I have stuff to do.” You frowned at what he said. You haven’t gotten to talk with him all day because of how rushed you were this morning and now you won’t have time to talk with him now because of how different your schedules are. Even though you two loved each other a lot you have had your arguments about this with him. You hate that he lives two hours from you or else this wouldn’t be an issue. You would be over at his house everyday if he lived in LA. You hated long distance.

You had a great time playing with your friends, but when Corpse left you got a little gloomy. He wasn’t answering your texts either. You sighed and changed into his hoody he left in your closet when he visited last and put on some grey pajama shorts. You tied your hair into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get in your way for the rest of the night even though you were just going to watch Netflix in your bed and eat chips. After grabbing your snacks, you walked to your bedroom and opened the glass door to the balcony in your room, turned your LED lights to (f/c), got comfortable in your bed, and turned on your favorite show on your TV.

You were scrolling through Instagram as you heard a knock at your door. A scared feeling washed over you and you paused what you were doing. It was like you were frozen in time and if you made one sudden movement everything would come crashing down. They knocked again. You were scared that some crazed fan found your address to your apartment. Cautiously, you walked to your door and looked through the peek hole. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and a wide grin appeared on your face as you saw who it was. You quickly unlocked your door and opened it. You wasted no time and grabbed Corpse’s face and kissed him with so much passion you didn’t want to stop. He lifted you up and held your thighs in his hands, walking into your apartment and shutting the door with his foot. “I’ve missed you so much baby.” He breathed as he kept kissing you.

You pulled away from the heated session and Corpse carefully placed you on your feet. You hugged him. “I missed you too.” You said and didn’t want to let go. Corpse placed a kiss on your head as he hugged you and rubbed your back. You realized something and pulled away from the hug. “Where’s your stuff?” Noticing he didn’t have a suitcase.

He looked at you with a blank expression. “Fuuuckk....” He groaned. “I forgot it.”

You looked at him confused. “How do you forget your stuff. It’s a two hour drive here!” You laughed.

He scratched the back of his neck embarrassed. “I really missed you and I was excited to surprise you,” He explained. “I didn’t want to get here late and have you asleep so I didn’t even think about packing.”

You smiled. “Well, at least you have a ton of clothes here you’ve left.”

He smirked, looking at his hoodie on your body. “Yeah, I see that.”

You smirked back at him, turned around, and began to walk back into your bedroom, wanting him to follow you. Corpse quickly swept you off your feet and put you over his shoulder, plopping you on the bed as he got on top of you. He looked into your eyes. “I’m tired.” He muttered.

“Let’s cuddle then, baby.” You smile. He smiles back at you tiredly as he moves off you to be the big spoon, pulling you against him by wrapping his arm around your waist. You felt happy in that moment. You finally got to be with the only man who loves you for you physically, instead of two hours away. You both fell asleep, taking in this moment.

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kaistarus · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu Among Us

Pairs: Nishinoya X Reader

Words: 2.8K

Summary: You're playing Among Us with the Karasuno gang. When you get selected to be the Imposter you're not above doing what it takes to win.

Notes: This is a completely self-indulgent fic for Nishinoya's b-day

Masterlist

"There are too many options. What do you think?”

Nishinoya’s yellow character stood motionless beside the lobby’s computer as he selected between several hats. Your animated crewmate ran circles around him while waiting for him to finish his customizations and for the rest of your friends to load into the game.

“I think the post-it is the most accurate, but the egg is the cutest.” You said mindlessly, smiling when Hinata’s bright orange character hopped off one of the benches at the top of the screen. You left Nishinoya so you could chase around Hinata instead, running circles around each other in excitement over your matching stemmed helmets.

Nishinoya grumbled as he selected the raw-egg to cover his helmet. “Should I buy a child?”

“Are you ready for that?” You asked as more people finally started loading onto the ship. “It’s a lot of responsibility and what if we both die?”

“Oh, you’re right. I’m not ready to be a single father.” Nishinoya left the computer and came to run in the circle with you and Hinata in the center of the lobby.

“You guys are disgusting,” Tsukishima’s condescending voice filtered into your headset. You rolled your eyes and glared at his black spacesuit with the devil horns. So rude.

“Let people be happy, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi said while his dark green character joined your dance circle. You couldn’t explain it, but the wet floor sign felt extremely fitting for his character.

“I’ll help you raise your child if (Y/N) dies Noya!” Hinata said brightly into your headset.

“Thanks, Shoyo!”

“No, I want to help him raise the child!” Tanaka yelled into the mic causing you to jump in your chair. You quickly opened your audio settings to turn his volume down. “I deserve it. I’ve known them the longest.”

“No way, I already called dibs!”

“Guys, you can both help me! The more parents the better!”

“There is no child.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose,” and stop planning for me to die.”

“Sorry.” They all said in unison.

“But one day…” Hinata added ominously. You blinked at the screen confused and opened your mouth to respond before deciding it better to write that off entirely.

“All right, I’m starting the game,” Yachi said before the countdown appeared at the bottom of the screen.

“Wait, is Kageyama AFK? He hasn’t said anything.” Hinata asked, concerned.

“I just don’t want to talk to you, idiot.”

“Ouch.” Nishinoya snorted.

You muted your mic after a small giggle. The red crewmate appeared to shush everyone and you couldn’t help the wicked grin that crossed your face when ‘Imposter’ appeared in red letters afterward. Beside your character stood your partner in crime, Hinata, his name also bled red for the violence to ensue. You nodded to yourself confidently. Hinata wasn’t the best imposter, but you two were pretty in sync so you weren’t too concerned.

The airship loaded and everyone appeared around the center lunch table in cafeteria. You debated what you should do… maybe hang out with Hinata and attempt a double kill? You two could pull that off. Maybe just try some fun vent kills like you’d seen streamers do recently. Too bad Nishinoya ran over to you and began dancing beside you, clearly trying to get you to follow him to the right side of the map. It would probably be cruel if you slowly garnered his trust to use him as an alibi…

You followed him out of cafeteria. He began a wire task so you pretended to watch the bar go up until he excitedly danced beside you when he was finished, happy he’d cleared himself as an innocent crewmate-not that you hadn’t known that already. You went to fake asteroids, standing beside the chair while hoping to all that was good the green bar would move on time, when it did you leaned your forehead on your desk with a heavy sigh. Nishinoya’s character ran circles around you, likely thrilled that you were both crewmates, before continuing down the gray halls to the oxygen room. You took a moment to feel guilty before shaking it off.

While Nishinoya went to do another task in O2 you noticed Tsukishima running down the hall, alone, so you briefly separated and went to follow him. Unfortunately, Tsukishima decided to go to navigation all alone which left you with absolutely no choice. You strolled up to him and pressed the lit up ‘KILL’ button in the bottom corner of your screen. The animation had you snapping his character in half which you were a little too satisfied with-you could practically hear him raging from across town.

Once complete, his little half body flopped over and you snickered to yourself in your room. Then you remembered Nishinoya probably heading this way and you quickly self-reported the body.

“Naviga--.”

“Somebody killed Tsukki!?” Yamaguchi yelled so loud you had to lift your headphones up.

“Oh no,” Kageyama said, sarcastically. “What a loss.”

“You don’t sound upset…” Yachi pointed out.

“Should I?”

“Yes! He’s our friend and he’s dead!” Yamaguchi yelled.

“He’s not actually dead Yams.” You smirked, propping your elbow onto your desk and leaning into the palm of your hand.

“Sometimes I still hear his voice…” Nishinoya sniffled into his mic and you rolled your eyes fondly.

“Where was it?” Hinata asked.

“Navigation.” You said calmly. “Me and Nishinoya were doing tasks. I saw him go down to nav and I wanted to see if he died in the murder zone and he did.”

“Makes sense,” Nishinoya said casually. “So, who else is there that killed him?”

“Makes sense? She literally said she followed him to the murder zone.” Tanaka pointed out. You purse your lips because you did kind of say that, yeah. You should probably phrase things better.

“I saw her do asteroids though and she saw me do other tasks so we’re good.” Nishinoya scoffed at Tanaka’s accusation. “She couldn’t possibly have murdered Tsukishima if she did asteroids.”

“Okay… but what if she faked it?” Tanaka suggested.

“Are you suggesting my girlfriend would lie to me?” Noya said, gasping dramatically. “How could you dude?”

“The absolute disrespect.” You said, narrowing your eyes at Tanaka’s brown character. He knew too much.

“What if they’re both the imposter?” Yachi suggested.

“No way. If Noya was imposter half of us would be dead already.” Hinata said, with a chorus of agreeance following him.

“Well, who else is around here?” You asked.

“I’m almost there,” Kageyama said.

“Almost there or running from the crime?” You asked, excited to bring someone new into suspicion.

“Dun dun dun,” Hinata shouted.

“I don’t know if this means anything, but Hinata was at card swipe for a really long time…” Yachi added quietly.

“I just failed it like ten times, okay?” Hinata said sadly.

“Yeah, that checks out.” Kageyama snorted. “This idiot would fail a card swipe.”

“Let’s just skip, but Kageyama and (Y/N) I’m watching you,” Tanaka said.

“Good,” Kageyama responded.

The round ended with no one being ejected, thankfully, but you were a little concerned about the amount of suspicion being thrown at you. Hopefully, Hinata would keep Kageyama alive, and if the opportunity presents itself Tanaka would be your next target. Until then, you ran around the table to Nishinoya and danced beside him until he was ready to move. It was most important that Nishinoya believed you were innocent. You needed a strong ally, especially now.

As you waited patiently for him to complete another download task you kept the sabotage map open contemplatively before Hinata decided to shut off the lights for you. You tried to stay close enough to Nishinoya that he would see you in his limited visual area while you run to electrical, that is, until you saw Yamaguchi trailing behind you. Once you all entered cafeteria you pulled a quick u-turn under the cover of darkness and stabbed Yamaguchi’s poor unsuspecting crewmate body several times in the back before returning to Nishinoya and helping fix the lights. As if nothing had ever happened.

After fixing lights like the innocent, fake crewmate you were an air horn went off in your ear to signal Yamaguchi’s body being reported. You fell back in your chair with a whine before unmuting your mic.

“All right, this is good,” Tanaka said, a few muffled smacks heard as he excitedly smacked his desk.

“Disrespectful, dude. What did Yams or Yachi ever do to you?” Nishinoya asked. You raised an eyebrow because you hadn’t even noticed Yachi’s crossed off character. “They’re the two nicest people on earth.”

“Yeah, that’s sus.” You said with a smirk.

“Super sus.” Nishinoya agreed.

“What? No. I mean, I was on my way to the button because I literally watched Hinata jump into a vent when I found Yam’s body. Which means we have two pieces of evidence now.”

You cursed internally and glared at Hinata’s bright orange character. He would get caught venting.

“Dude, seriously?” Nishinoya laughed.

“What? I didn’t vent.”

“I watched you.”

“Oh yeah? How can I vent when I’m not even the imposter?” Hinata said confidently. You rolled your eyes.

“Damn, he’s got you there dude.” Nishinoya snorted. “Solid defense Shoyo.”

“Thanks, man!”

“Don’t defend him!” Tanaka yelled. “Unless you really are the second imposter!”

“What? No! Where’s your evidence? Give me proof!”

“Yeah, give him the proof!” Hinata added.

“Where were you when Yamaguchi was killed?”

“How the fuck would I know?” Nishinoya asked, astonished. “We were only in cafeteria when the lights were off and I didn’t see a body.”

“We?” Tanaka sounded deep in thought. “When the lights were off…”

“Are we just forgetting about mister thank god Tsukishima is dead?” You said, pulling attention toward Kageyama. “And last I checked only Noya and I fixed the lights.”

“Oh yeah, where were you, Kageyama?” Nishinoya asked.

“I’m where the boxes are.”

“You gotta learn the room names, man.” Hinata sighed.

“Maybe this is a tactic!” Tanaka shouted.

“Oh, and self-reporting isn’t Tanaka?” You asked.

“I don’t know. Tell me about the last round?” He responded confidently. Oh shit.

“Hang on, we gotta vote. We have like 15 seconds.” Nishinoya pointed out.

“Vote Hinata. He vented.” Tanaka said, repeatedly.

Everyone voted quickly and Nishinoya even apologized to Hinata, so you sighed before going with the majority. You had officially lost your partner. On the bright side, if you could take out Tanaka you could probably convince Nishinoya that Kageyama was the last imposter. You just had to play this last bit safe.

You waited a bit before going in the direction Tanaka had run after, but your last few rounds backfired when Nishinoya trailed after you. You needed to get away from him long enough so you could kill Tanaka without him seeing. You broke away from him for a moment and hopped into the nearest vent, jumping around until you found an area close to where you thought Tanaka had last been running around. When you popped out fear immediately shot into your heart when Kageyama’s dark blue character peaked into the top of the screen.

You weren't sure if he saw you or not, but you couldn’t risk it. He had to die.

You chased after him toward cafeteria and just barely got close enough to hit the kill button when he entered the room. You let out a breath of relief when the kill animation popped onto your screen and you watched your character repeatedly stab Kageyama in the back. You thought you were safe, so when the air horn for a meeting played you shot up in your chair. Apparently, in your tunnel vision, you hadn’t noticed Tanaka lurking nearby.

“It was Tanaka. I watched him kill Kageyama!” You shouted the moment your mic unmuted.

“Wait, what the fuck?” Nishinoya’s voice was filled with genuine confusion and you almost felt guilty. Almost. Maybe after you won.

“No. She chased him down, sawed him in half, then tossed him away like it was nothing. I saw it all.” Tanaka shouted.

“You can’t even saw people.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m so confused,” Nishinoya whined. “It’s not Kageyama? But (Y/N) was with me like the entire game.”

“Exactly, so how could I have killed anyone?” You said excitedly. Nishinoya had no suspicion of you which was perfect. You could definitely win this.

“You were at every place where the bodies were found.” Tanaka pointed out. “She couldn’t have been with you the entire time. Like when she self-reported the first body?”

“I didn’t self-report.”

“Or when the lights went out?”

“I guess not.” Nishinoya said. You hit your desk lightly in stress. “She also wasn’t with me this whole last round...”

“Exactly!” Tanaka shouted. “And she was really adamant about putting suspicion on Kageyama.”

“Cause he was suspicious!” You threw your hands up. Since when was Tanaka so good at this game?

The line was quiet for a moment. “(Y/N) he’s making a lot of sense.”

“Okay, but he also reported Yams' body,” you countered. “Easily could’ve been a self-report there too.”

“That’s true…”

“Dude, why would I have tried so hard to get Hinata out if I was an imposter?” Tanaka asked, exasperated. “It makes no sense. It has to be her.”

“He could’ve lied about seeing Hinata vent!” You shouted, deciding to throw hail mary’s in your moment of demise.

“Why would I do that?”

“My head hurts,” Nishinoya whined. “(Y/N) I don’t know...”

“Okay. You should vote for Tanaka because...” You said while racking your brain for a solid defense. “I… love you.”

Nishinoya blew air into the mic. “Fuck dude, that’s a good defense.”

“No it’s not you--” Tanaka groaned. “Dude, for like five seconds I need you to stop being a simp and just big brain with me here.”

“But she’s saying nice things to me,” Nishinoya whined.

“Dude, c’mon you know who it is.”

Nishinoya groaned into the mic. “Okay, (Y/N) you’d never lie to me, right?”

“Never.”

“Are you imposter?”

“...I love you so much and I’m so happy you’re in my life and--”

“She just fucking admitted to it!” Tanaka screamed in the mic. “Don’t let her get into your brain. You’re better than this.”

After a brief silence, Nishinoya finally voted and you stood out of your chair when it revealed Nishinoya and you beneath Tanaka’s brown character. The mixed shouting in your headset went completely ignored by your own excitement while you celebrated, thanking Nishinoya with loving words.

“You fucking simp!” Tanaka yelled. “I can’t believe you. I trusted you!”

“I’m sorry,” Nishinoya’s groan came muffled in your ears. “I just couldn’t do it.”

“Good job (Y/N)!” Hinata cheered. “I never win as an imposter.”

“Cause you vent in front of people,” Tsukishima said.

“It was an accident! I meant to sabotage doors and I misclicked.”

“Oh well, we still got a victory.” You said proudly while spinning in your chair.

“You used me,” Nishinoya said, disappointed. “For personal gain.”

“I’m sorry, Noya,” you smirked as your characters all slowly hopped off the chairs in the main lobby. You danced around his yellow character as everyone loaded in. “I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When the second game began, you let out a sigh of relief when the light blue confirmed you as merely a crewmate. This time you could legitimately just goof off with Nishinoya and complete tasks together while hopefully avoiding death.

After the map loaded you once again made your way to navigation together, keeping guard while the other was busy, and dancing circles every time you completed a task. When you eventually had entered the murder zone you trusted him to watch your back while you did your last task on the right side of the ship. Your first mistake apparently. You audibly gasped when the kill animation appeared on the screen. Nishinoya’s yellow character snapping your poor little crewmate’s neck in plain sight, leaving its little half body lying there for all to see. It’s poor singular bone popped out and bare.

You stared blankly at the screen while Nishinoya danced around your body for a moment, knowing that your ghost was hovering over it before he went down and hopped into the vent. You flopped back into your chair watching as Tanaka’s character ran into the room, stared at your body, and ran out. You could picture him cackling at the situation from here.

When a meeting was finally called, not even for you but Kageyama, Nishinoya pretended to be upset that “someone dares to kill you” and other bull shit. You crossed your arms and glared at his stupid yellow imposter self.

You supposed you deserved being used as a cover-up from the grave.

He better at least win.

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is-nini · 4 years ago

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Genshin impact x reader

Episode: 1

Title: Being sucked in

A/n: I'm not sure how long this.. story will take but i will try my best to keep it entertaining.. this story is about you, being sucked into genshin world, this is part 1.. please enjoy. Leave a comment or suggestion.. possible love interest for now will be : Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Beidou, Ningguang.

Today is another normal day, nothing is really out of the ordinary, the sky is a little bit cloudy but you don't mind, you think that the wind blowing against your hair is very nice as you walk towards your school. You walked inside, stopping Infront of the locker to the entrance to fix your stuff and take your schedule until you felt a presence beside you.

"oh, hello sidia".

You greets one of your sleepy friend, she just let's out a 'hmm' and a nod while looking through her locker, not even giving you an eye contact. sidia has always been like this, she never really made an eye contact towards you but she still shows that she has some of her attention towards you.

"good morning".

Your other friend, Chelz Lee, let's out a mutter to the both of you, Chelz is more talkative then Sidia, you met them maybe a couple of years ago. they're a very talented artist and are a very interesting friends to be around with.

"what's up guys".

You too greet them without looking at their eye, you take your books out and proceed to take a peak at Sidia's schedule.

"oh? Mathematics on the first hour? Goodluck".

You snicker and slap her shoulder a little bit, she stares at you uninterestedly with her sleepy eye and started to walk away, letting you stare at her black low ponytail hair.

You giggle and take a peak at Chelz's schedule. Art. her first lesson for today seems fun you thought sighing at the sight of your first schedule that reads 'science'.

Chelz already went half way to catching up to Sidia before she looks back at you as if asking you to join them and you did. You jog towards her, taking her hand and started to jog towards Sidia either.

"how are you both?".

You ask them both while fixing the books on your hand and looking at your shoes to check the lace.

"depressed".

Sidia answered, you make a 'uhuh' sound feeling used to her answers. Chelz stroke her short wavy black bangs out of her eyes and use her black glasses and start to read her novel. Her black short hair blows a little because of the wind.

"fine".

She answered you, yawning and stretching her arms out beside her. You and the rest of your friend said goodbye to eachother and proceed to go to your different ways.

You went inside your class. As usual people are in teams, some are in teams for fun, some are in teams for checking today's lesson.

You take a one seat beside the window and wait for the teacher to come inside the classroom.

The lesson went on as usual, smoothly even, you did your homework andd the score that you got on yesterday's test is not bad, B is not a bad grade. You take out your binder and put the paper's that you got in to the binder.

Going home is the best thing about the day. You and Chelz are chatting away about until you guys cane across a gaming store.

"ou? A gaming store".

Sidia said, catching yours and Chelz attention. Chelz look at that place very seriously, squinting her eye.

"...since when is there a gaming store here- y/n!".

She was very suspicious of this place, she doesn't remember any gaming store around here... And if there is one opening soon it should be the talk of the school. in short Chelz was suspicious but you, being a gaming enthusiast decided to check it out, thinking maybe they have a good and cheap open world game.

"... She's crazy".

Sidia chuckled. She took Chelz arm, snapping her out of her suspicious state and drag her towards the gaming store.

"yo- sidia i don't wanna die".

"well i do. So let's go".

And with that the both of them followed you in.

The store looks very cool.. it's like you're in a different world. The ceiling's wallpaper is made out of galaxy like drawing and the light bulb was covered with another ball that is drawn to match with the different planets on the solar system.

"welcome to the store how may i help you".

A girl that looks like in her mid 20 greets the both of you, she have short black hair and a green uniform and a little pin on the breast part of her uniform spell out 'katheryne'. Which you assume was her name.

"hello! I was wondering do you have any open world game?".

You instantly ask her, not caring about the suspicious store, you don't even care about the insides of the place. You just wanted to play a open world game that's full of interesting stuff. The girl name katheryne hums in understanding and goes behind the table to look for a game you requested. Chelz grabs your hand and shout whisper to you.

"this place is creepy y/n. Let's get out of here".

Chelz scold you, you sigh and looks at her calmly shaking your head no.

"it's fine, were fine, what's the worst thing that could happen?".

You whisper back with a lighter tone. Really you don't care if this place comes out of nowhere you just want your game, you're smiling stupidly while waiting for the girl.

"anywayyy if anything happened, Sidia is here, she'll be able to protect us using her fighting style knowledge thingy".

Sidia scoffed and fold her arms, looking at you as if you're crazy.

"i will leave you alone and save myself".

You laugh and was about to slap her back when she holds your hand and rolls her eyes at you.

"such a tsun tsun".

You laugh out, she slowly and gently let your hand away. From the corner of your eye you can see katheryne walking towards the counter. You immediately jump and went towards her.

"this is the only open world game that i found".

She said, you look at the weird japanese like word, assuming it was the title you try to read what is said.. you don't understand it but the design was cool though.

"this is a open world game called genshin impact. I will not spoil the story but i think this game might be the game you're looking for".

Her confidence is seeping in on your game needy state so you decided to purchase it, not thinking twice. Sidia face palm while Chelz just sigh, feeling tired of your hot headed act.

"it will be 2$".

You felt giddy, you can't help it. It's cheap and is a open world game, that is a steal. After taking your stuff, the both of your friend immediately pull you away from the store.

"okay y/n. You got what you need, that place is sus i tell ya".

Sidia said, Chelz nods her head and fix her black glasses, she stare at you while furrowing her eyebrows.

"you gotta stop doing reckless thing. Who knows what that place is".

You sigh and nod, rolling your eye. You giggle anyway and put the game in front of you.

"i know.. but were safe! I wanna try and play it when i get home".

Sidia and Chelz just sigh, what can they do anyway. On the way home you and your friends goes on your own separate way as usual, you jog towards your home, feeling giddy to play the new game.

You take a bath, and goes straight to your computer, opening the plastic wrapper on the game. You insert the disc and started to wait for the loading screen.

And oh gosh.. isn't it pretty, the cutscene the art. Everything. So the game basically tells you about the story of two traveller, who was travelling from world to world until suddenly a mysterious god appears, took one of the twins and take away the other twins power, and now you're playing as the twin who was looking for their missing sister.

You look at the wishing button, tempted to wish for a character, you decided to pull. Expecting a cool banner of the current character instead, you're greets by a white screen.

"hm.. should i restart it?".

You mumble to yourself, nodding in agreement at your words, you close the disc and pulls out the game from your computer. You take a nearby wipe and wipe the back disc gently and then put it back in on the computer.

The game is launching when suddenly you felt a huge and sudden headache comes over you.

"ugh-!".

You groan, gosh.. maybe it's because you have been staring at the screen for too long.. you thinks as a bumping headache keeps going at you.

While waiting for the game you decided to lay back a bit, rest your eyes and head.. this headache is not going away anytime soon if you keep waiting and staring at the screen.

Before you reach the bed, your body stumble forward and fall on to the floor, cannot control any part of your body you close your eyes and your mind went blank.

A darkness is all that you see.. a darkness is all that you're in.. you remember that the last time you are in your bedroom, playing genshin until a huge headache wave over you. Now that you're sense's is back something felt wrong.. you can tell you are laying on something.. it's not comfy but it's still felt quite nice.

You opened your eye slowly and look around the place, groaning as you stare at the half blue and half white wall. You look at your bed and this bed looks like one of the hospital bed..... Wait hospital bed?! You instantly look around frantically where the heck are you?!

"oh you're awake!".

A gentle calm voice echoed throughout the room. That voice sounds familiar.. you turn around and saw a girl with a nurse hat and a white dress, her cream coloured hair is put in a ponytail... Barbara?!.

You stare at her unbelievably. Act cool.. act like.. like a human.. yeah!. You think to yourself. You know this girl.. this girl is the free 4 star character that you'll get once you reach a certain level. Okay y/n.. play it cool.. just act like you don't know this place.

"why.. am i here?".

You look at the girl, she seems nervous to be around you ... Which is normal maybe. She walked beside you and take a cup of empty glass beside you and pour a pitcher full of water inside the glass half full and then take them, offering the glass to you.

"you're in Mondstat.. the land of freedom.."

A/n; GOD I'm so sorry it took a long time, i hope the 'cliffhanger' makes sense...? But! Thankyou for reading! I am working on part 2 so more will be incoming!!!

#genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #genshin diluc #genshin zhongli #genshin albedo #genshin childe #genshin fluff #genshin impact

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queenmagnusao3 · 3 years ago

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She was so tired.

Not just from the day she just had. Not because her week had seemed as if it would never end. She was tired to her very soul.

She hadn’t always been so cold. She was always guarded, yes. She kept her walls high and strong but there was a time when she had let a small circle of people inside those walls. But then something shifted and everything changed. She threw everyone out and decided it was safer to keep them that way. Letting people in would always eventually lead to her getting hurt again.

This served her well for many years. She had relationships here and there but they never meant anything, not really. And she was content enough. Or at least that’s what she told herself at night when the unwanted, traitorous thoughts plagued her.

She knew some of those people who had once been allowed past her defenses wanted to be let in again. They would try every once in a while, acting as if no time had passed from when they were younger. But even they gave up eventually. She couldn’t blame them. Marriages, babies, and careers were all very important things of value.

They all moved on from her.

But then everything changed again.

In more ways than she realized, the Avatar changed Lin’s life in ways she never expected. She had spent decades keeping everyone she knew at an arm’s length but then Korra blazed into her city and she suddenly found herself being forced to face her own past.

She wasn’t sure when it happened but she was actually friends with Tenzin again. There was still a dull ache in her heart if she thought too much about things that would never be, but they were different people than they were all those years ago. And she was loathe to admit it, but she would go the ends of the earth for his children. Even Meelo.

She was actually on speaking terms with Su. Su. She not only had her sister back but she had relationships with her niece and nephews. Things were still complicated with her mother but they had made progress and if Lin didn’t screw everything up again maybe they could move on from their past.

Bumi was the only one who ever seemed to truly understand Lin. It was nice to have him as a more active part of her life again. Even if he was an insufferable idiot most of the time.

And then there was Kya.

Her Kya.

Lin wasn’t sure if it was because she was older and more mature or if she just had been so fixated on Tenzin and the thought of failing Aang, that she just didn’t notice how amazing Kya truly was. Kya had breezed through Republic City many times over the years, often causing some sort of scene that created more work for Lin. But Kya always checked in on Lin. No matter what.

Lin didn’t even realize this until years later. Kya was the only one who actually asked how Lin was doing. No ulterior motives, not out of obligation, but because she sincerely cared about her. She was the only constant in Lin’s life that wasn’t tainted by the memories of her past.

It had happened rather subtly, their relationship. Well, subtly enough after Lin stammered through an exhaustion induced declaration of love for Kya at her bedside when Zaheer had nearly killed them both. Lin had thought Kya was unconscious for her little confession until the waterbender showed up in Republic City 6 months later to tell Lin she felt the same way.

It was awkward and sometimes tense at first as Lin learned to let someone get close to her again and Kya worked through her reflex of running away when things got serious. The fact that they had known each other since childhood didn’t help either, because it was impossible to hide your past from someone who lived it with you.

And now she was here. Walking up the stairs of her apartment knowing there was someone waiting for her there that loved her. As Lin walked through the door to the apartment, her exhaustion and tension cloying in her gut, she decided to let her walls down completely for the woman she loved. It was time to move on from the past.

Kya was on the couch, reading a letter from her mother by the looks of the handwriting. Lin went through her usual routine, walking to the bedroom to take off her uniform and change into clean clothes.

But instead of going to the kitchen for food, she quietly walked around the couch and sat down next to Kya, pulling her legs up and resting her head against Kya’s warm shoulder. She felt the shift in Kya’s demeanor as she stopped reading the letter.

“Everything okay, Lin?”

Her voice had a twinge of concern in it and Lin could feel her face reddening with mild embarrassment.

“Yeah.”

Kya’s silence was louder than anything else she could have said. Lin let out a slight sigh, pulling Kya’s arm up and draping it around her as she nestled closer.

“Just hold me, Kya.”

Kya still didn’t speak but she did shift her position so they were both more comfortable, her arm pulling Lin closer.

“You’re making me nervous, Lin. What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong�� it echoed through Lin as she went over everything that had ever gone wrong in her life, everything that lead to the person she was now. What a loaded question. She sighed again and pulled away enough to look Kya in the eye.

“I promise nothing’s wrong. I just… I… I’ve decided I want to hug you more.”

Her cheeks got warm again at the way the absurd sounding sentence managed to weasel its way from her mouth. She pulled away from Kya completely and buried her face in her hands. She had always been lousy at discussing her own feelings but this was just sad. Kya, to her testament, didn’t burst out laughing but Lin didn’t miss the slight twitch of the corners of her mouth as her face softened.

She didn’t say anything which was a small blessing as Lin slowly lowered her hands. Kya lifted her arm and made a small movement with her head, beckoning Lin to come closer.

And she did.

Putting aside any sense of discomfort, Lin allowed herself to melt into Kya’s side, letting out a long breath and closing her eyes.

“I thought you weren’t a cuddler.”

Lin smiled, flicking her wrist so a small piece of stone she had brought in on her boots hit Kya in the back of the head. She let out a small, indignant yelp, but before she could retaliate Lin wrapped her arms around her middle and squeezed her gently.

“People can change, Kya.”

Kya kissed the top of Lin’s head, resting her cheek against her. She started to hum softly, a gentle tune Lin recognized but couldn’t quite place. She felt her body relax, the steady beating of Kya’s heart syncing with her own.

People can change.

I can change.

#lin beifong #kyalin fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #there's a lot of self insertion in this one #thanks for all the love on this fic!#it really boosted me a lot because I've been feeling kind of bummed that I haven't been to write much of anything lately #kyalin #kya #legend of korra #legend of korra fanfic

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babytaes · 4 years ago

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The Arcane Angel

➳ 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: “ why is it that the good-looking people are always the ones with the mad minds? Several cases of dead bodies have been discovered, and they are all linked. They are often accompanied by a pair of angel wings.”

❥ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: jeonghan x female reader

❥ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: serial killer au, suggestive/smut, angst

❥ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 6K

❥ 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: there are some suggestive and light smut scenes, if not comfortable with them please don’t engage. Profanity. we have smirky and seductive jeonghan, what a surprise.

➳ part of the song series

↳ Because we don't want to behave

Apparently you lost control, you never really had before

Say, ooh you changed, you're not the same

You're different than the way that I loved you

When you turned around and heard a piercing scream, a shadow appeared from the dark woods. You quickly grabbed your phone, switched on the flashlight, and cast it at the shadow.

You couldn't tell what it was because all you could see were some big black wings. You slowly rose with your jacket and stepped closer to the forest, texting Jeonghan to ask about his whereabouts.

“Babe, I didn't exactly follow your instructions about staying in the car, but there's something wrong here. Call me please.”

As you peered up from your phone, you heard a ping from across the ground; he was now in front of you, wings and all. His black eyes gazed into your soul as blood dripped down his wings.

As he quickly caught you and whisked you deep into the dark night, a chuckle escaped his throat.

You didn't notice when he started going missing at odd hours of the day, particularly at night, but you did notice a slight shift in his mood whenever he returned from whatever he was doing.

You didn't want to question him or worse, catch him in the act; you'd understand if he were to come forward, right-?

When you stop talking to Jeonghan, he stops sucking on your neck. He dipped his finger into your folds, eliciting a moan from your parched throat. As your body whimpered as your high passed over you, he moved his digits faster and faster.

You both went limp as you collapsed on the bed, gasping for air, your body aching for relief as you slid the water from the bed stand gulping it down.

Jeonghan returned from the bathroom with a washcloth and gently washed you up while kissing the swollen region and giggling as he saw your reaction.

The aftermath was the best part of sex. How could someone who was so rough and passionate yet be so caring and kind? You leaned against your arm, watching him clean up the dried cum that had splattered all over your and his body.

You blew him a kiss as he finished you up, tossing the cloth in the bin, and ran over to your side, arms open. You scooted over to him and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist, nestling into his chest.

You mumbled a simple question against his skin, which perplexed him for a moment

“Do you love me?”

As he pampered you with several kisses on your forehead, finally landing on your lips as he drew you closer to him, his famous chuckles fell from his lips.

“I'll love you forever y/n” As you closed your eyes and remembered the unforgettable day when you met him on that fateful night, your chest began to move softly.

You were 23 and fresh out of college, ready to live and move anywhere you could, and South Korea was your first stop. Not only did you want to immerse yourself in the culture and admire the stunning architecture, but it was also time to reconnect with some old friends you made on a previous trip abroad.

You had a difficult time understanding the language and finding out the city's customs and all of their wonderful facets. However, with the aid of your college classes and friends, you were able to shape phrases and sentences that would assist you in getting around the area.

You texted your friend Min-Su as you walked to the airport entrance with your luggage, waiting for her car to arrive. A beep alerted you, and you dashed over to the white car, arms outstretched, as she parked and opened the trunk to load your belongings.

As she rushed over to you and wrapped you in a long-awaited embrace, she let out a cry. As you tightly clenched her waist and soaked in this quality time with her, a tear streamed down your cheek.

As you both jumped in the car, a grin grew on her face, and within minutes, you were blasting music from the aux, resuming where you all left off!

“Do you recall the group of boys we met the last time you were here?” You stood up from the sofa, glaring at her grin.

“If you start a sentence with sooooo, you know it's not going to be good.” As you sat back on the sofa, you heard her laugh, and a shadow came to a halt over your body and spoke.

“Well, that's accurate, but they've invited us to a kickback at their place. I did mention you were returning to town after a long absence.”

You jumped from the sofa and dashed to the fridge for a drink as a hand flew to her thigh as she rubbed it. You relaxed on the island while sipping your water, curious about her proposal.

“Will Jeonghan be there." Min- Su's head whipped around, raising her brows and smiling, she chuckled in your direction.

“Perhaps you'll have to come if you want to find out.” You rolled your eyes at her and walked back to your temporary room, shouting at her as the door closed behind you.

“Text me the details, I'm going to lie down and rest my eyes, and fuck you!”

As you closed your eyes, you heard a snicker, followed by an “I love you too.”

As you blinked away the crust and sleep with your eyes half-closed, trying to block out the noise from the phone, your alarm goes off. Min-Su kindly entered the room and turned off the alarm for you. In response to her behavior, you waved your hand at her.

“Get your butt up, Luv. You must have been exhausted because you slept for three hours straight. “Jet lag.” You awoke suddenly and checked your phone; it had been 3 hours. As you trudged to your suitcase in search of something to wear, an unavoidable yawn slipped out of your throat.

When you reached your bulky suitcase, a stretch took over your body, and a hand flew to your face as you tried to relieve the pain.

“I'm not sure what you're wearing, buttttt you got an hour to get ready."

As you tried to process what she had said, your eyes flew up at her.

A damn hour, to cover up all this. Jeez

You ran over to your phone and switched on your speaker, hoping to speed up the process of getting ready after being awakened by the startling news. With voices coming through the speaker, you hurriedly applied your makeup and found some comfortable shoes before hurriedly throwing on a bag and heading out the door.

“I'm not going to lie, I'm blown away. I look so damn hot. See, Min-Su, you had nothing to be concerned about.” As you approached the entrance, she rolled her eyes at you, where you could already hear voices and music blasting.

Here we go

You cursed yourself as you remembered that you hated going to these parties when Min-su opened the door and was greeted by shouts of random shouting. You didn't like loud noises, and many people made you feel uneasy, but you were always there to have a nice time.

You clutched Min-Su's hand as she led you to the kitchen, which smelled strongly of booze. You noticed a familiar group of people approaching you from down the hall. When you realized who it was, a grin spread across your face.

“Is that Y/N, THE Y/N, it's been a long time, and we've missed you dearly.” Cheeky Seokmin hugged you with open arms, and as you returned the hug, more of the other members came into the kitchen looking for you.

Except for one male, everybody received their fair share of hugs about 5 minutes later. You noticed his figure leaning against the kitchen door frame, sipping whatever he was drinking and paying no attention to you. He had the same appearance as before, except now he had black locks cascading down the front of his forehead. He turned to you with a smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down until he left the room.

So we're playing this game are we now.

When excused to go get some "juice," you swallowed the bitter taste and let out an enthusiastic yell as you flew your hands up in the air, gathering another drink and chasing the prey out the back door towards the pool.

You were already stumbling out the door, even though you had only had two drinks. As you turned around with the biggest smile on your face, a hand landed on your back.

As he shifted you to the closest chair he could find, a perplexed Seungcheol kept you steady. He sat you down and looked you in the eyes. You weren't yet wasted, but you were on your way there, and a few more drinks would have put you out.

When he gave you his cup and urged you to drink, you looked up and took it, perplexed.

“Don't worry, it's just water,” says Seungcheol

You took a swig and chuckled at him as you gasped at his remark.

“Wait, so the famous Seungcheol isn't drinking?”

“No, hold up, I'm the "designated driver," which means I've just had one drink so far. Someone has to keep an eye on these boys.” He rolled his eyes at you and turned to face the other partygoers who were dancing to the noisy yet soothing music.

A hiccup escaped your throat when you caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye. He was looking fucking good once more. You set your cup down and stood up, bowing to Seungcheol and thanking him for the short conversation.

You gathered your courage and approached him; it was almost as if he was teasing you as if he was playing a game with you. When all you wanted to do was fu-

He had already walked up the stairs, waiting for you as you reached the back door before you could reach him. As you ascended the stairs, you saw him reach the last room and excused yourself through the crowd.

“Hello, Y/N, it's been a long time since we've seen each other.” You walked into the room to find him casually typing on his phone on the bed frame.

You sat on the opposite side of the bed, shutting the door, and crossed your arms, laughing at his remark.

“I admire how you put on this show when you begged me to return this summer. “Something must have changed,” When he looked up from his phone as he got out of bed and approached you, he had a devilish grin on his face.

He took a step closer to you, almost whispering, as he stood over your small frame.

“Says a lot for someone who was basically begging me to fuck them senselessly. “Did you miss something or?” When you grabbed his shirt and yanked him closer to you, he licked his lips.

“How about we pick up where we left off and see if you can keep your promise.” He pushed you down on the bed and kissed you without breaking the kiss as you tossed his clothes to the side as the last words left your mouth.

He looked up at you with carnivorous eyes and spoke loudly until he hit your core.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun; I'm so glad you're back.”

And with that, you guys were back to being your usual horny selves.

As you slowly open your eyes and search the room for Jeonghan, you stir in your sleep. It was pretty early in the morning, so he must have gone out. Your hand grabbed the television remote and turned it on.

The news lady began speaking as you were distracted by your phone, oblivious to the events she was discussing. You dialed Jeonghan's number to see where he was. To be honest, you miss seeing his face first thing in the morning and before he goes to work.

(In News Voice) “According to recent reports, the Arcane Angel has struck once more. At 4:30 a.m., a young man's body was reportedly discovered at the scene off of 3rd Street on Seoul Ave. We've just received news that another pair of angel wings have been discovered at the crime scene, coated in the blood of the deceased. This is the third body this month, for a total of eight bodies in the last three months. To the neighborhood, we ask that you remain safe while we investigate who is responsible. Now let's talk about the weather.”

You looked up from your phone and gasped at her words; this jerk has yet to be caught. You recall a similar case from when you first arrived a few years ago. And you thought they'd figured it out by now.

The thought of their intentions made you shiver. You took a brief breather before getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom, where you stripped off your clothes and entered the shower.

It wasn't long until you heard the door open and a few voices, as you scrubbed your body trying to figure out who it was. “Maybe he didn’t go to work, you never know with him”

As you finished up, turning off the water and getting out of the shower, a grin crept across your lips as you heard the bedroom door open and a familiar voice ringing in your ears.

Jeonghan guffawed and dashed to your side, hugging you closely as you wrapped yourself in a robe, pouting as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“You should have left it open; you know all access for my eyes only.”

You slapped his chest and turned to face the mirror, attempting to do your skincare. Jeonghan wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you deeply. As your eyes were rolling, you let your neck fall into his arms.

Still, in ecstasy, you let him pick you up and put you down on the counter after he united your rob and tossed it to the side.

“The fact that you can't just let me do anything I want without it leading to more. Aren't you such a needy person?” You chuckled as he rolled his eyes at you, and as your back slumped against the mirror, trying to catch your breath, he started to eat you out while spreading your legs.

As he pulled yourself closer to his mouth in an attempt to build more tension, a cry escaped your throat.

As you tried to talk, you whimpered. “Hannie... faster—faster-fast. As you held on to his hair for support, your words failed to come out. As he pinned you down, he started to lick harder, and slick juices poured out of you as you panted.

He cleaned the cum off the back of his hand and sucked up the remainder while he laughed at your disheveled appearance.

“Whenever I do that, you literally fall apart. Also, get ready because I want to take you out today have”

As you walked out the bedroom door, he gave you another kiss on your wet core. You shook your head and gently got up, you laughed and called out to him, tightly securing the robe around your body.

“You can't just spring that upon me after what you just did. Also, It's not my fault you're so good at it.”

You came out of the bathroom in a casual outfit and moseyed over to the sofa, where you were surprised to see more people than you had expected. Mingyu, Hoshi, Joshua, and Seungcheol were all laughing on the sofa, much to your surprise.

You waved to everyone before sitting on Jeonghan's lap and whispering in his ear.

“If I had known there was company, I would have been quieter.” He replied with a chuckle into your ear.

“It's not because I had to prove to them who is mine and who can satisfy you as well as I can. No, it's not me.” As you lay on his lap, shielding your face, he kissed your temple and wrapped his arms around your waist.

As the discussion progressed, the subject of the Arcane Angel crept into the conversation, and everyone's expressions fell silent. You entwined your hand with Jeonghan as you gazed down at your arms. You spoke and looked at the others.

“Do you think this guy will ever approach us; we have no idea what his intentions are. He was pursuing young males last I heard.” As you looked at Jeonghan shaking his head, you felt a grip on your palm.

Why did they not want to talk about this?

“Why don't we go out now?” Jeonghan said, tapping your arm. “The mood is dropping, and I'd like to hang out with my girl.”

You grinned and stood up, grabbing a coat from the rack and saying goodbye to everyone when you heard Jeonghan calling out to his friends.

“Please don't make a mess, and remind Joshua of tonight; we don't want anyone to be late.”

Joshua gave him a thumbs up and stood there watching as we shut the door behind them, leaving the house silent

As you got into the car, you held Jeonghan's hand as you pulled out of the driveway humming as he entered the lanes.

“So, what were you and Joshua talking about?” “Do you mind if I come?”

As he considered his extracurricular behaviors, he caught a glimpse of your pouty face and broke down inside.

With a shake of his head, he expressed his dissatisfaction

“Not this time, love, me and the guys... we have a meeting” You scowled at his remark as you cocked your head to the side. He locked his gaze on you once more, tightening his grip on you as you crossed your legs aimlessly, staring out the window, oblivious to his presence.

He has gotten good with lying, hmm?

“Babe, please look at me.” As you guys walked into the park, he jumped up and down. You laughed and didn't seem to notice his movements. If you're going to be so mysterious, I suppose I'll follow suit.

As you filmed the scenery with your camera pointing towards the lake, little ducks emerged from the water and walked towards you both. You cooed at the baby ducks waddling around the mother as you walked over to them.

As you got closer to the birds, you talked softly to the smallest one, smiling as you returned your gaze to Jeonghan.

“You know little one, don't get a boyfriend because all they do is lie and hide secrets from their lovely girlfriend.” When you turned around and saw Jeonghan, a grin appeared on your face.

As he looked down on you with a sulky smile on his face, you instantly chuckled and hugged him, telling her that you were just... partly joking.

“I c-could bring you if you really want to go so bad.” However, you must stay in the car.” You leaped into the air and kissed him on the cheek before sprinting past him to a grassy open field.

As you sat out your picnic spread waiting for your smiley boyfriend, you smiled as you saw him jogging up to you. He arrived and sat down, removing the food from the basket and clearing space for the meal.

You took out two wine glasses, one of which you passed to him, and afterward you went to get the champagne. He watched you with fascination as you poured champagne into his glass.

“Cheers to this beautiful day, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for bringing me on this ride. I believe we both agree that this was something we all needed. With this maniac on the loose, things have been tense, but I'm glad I have you to help me stay safe through it all, I love you.”

He draws you tighter to him and smashes his lips on you instead of his playful smirk that he usually has on his face when you get all gushy. As you scoot closer to him and close in on the empty space, his tongue slips in and out of your mouth

As he caressed your face and patted the open space between his thighs, he pulled back and massaged your head. You slid closer to him and sat in between his lap, kissing his hand lightly and resting your head on his chest, soaking it all in.

It was late at night, about 12 a.m. The atmosphere was much darker than it appeared on the surface. As he pulled into an empty parking lot overlooking a forest, you peered over at Jeonghan. You couldn't tell who was there, but the other boys' cars were familiar.

With a smile on his face, Jeonghan switched off the car and faced you.

“First and foremost, as I previously said, you must remain in the car. I and the guys have this meeting and we will be out late. So, if you get tired or need to return home, I'll leave my keys with you. I'll be able to get a ride home with Joshua. If you get hungry, I have left some snacks in the back. “Are you sure?”

You cocked your head and shook your head, trying to figure out what was going on.

“What are you guys doing in the woods for a “meeting?” It seems suspicious, and it will take that long. Tell the others not to stay out late because the Arcane Angel is still out there.”

He laughed as he rolled his eyes at your joke and took a bag from the back.

“Out there is a little cabin, So it's not just meeting on a grassy patch. And I'm not sure why they picked that name for him-- I mean for them. I suppose it's catchy. But don't worry about me; I'm capable of looking after myself.”

You snickered as you reclined in your chair, pulled out your iPad, and opened Netflix.

“If you say so, don't forget to kiss me before you go. Remember those movies where the girlfriend kisses the man and then gets murdered? That is something I do not want to happen.”

“I swear, you're such a drama queen.” He kissed you repeatedly before opening the door and waving to you as he approached the other boys near the car. He turned around and waved before walking into the woods.

You shut yourself in for a few hours by turning on the drama you were currently watching. Knowing you, it was only a matter of time before you finished the series, and this quiet time provided you with enough opportunity to do so.

Before you let loose and relax, you took out the snack bag and pulled out some chips, then hit play and settled in for the ride.

As you turned off your phone, you rubbed your eyes and yawned. When you looked out the window, it had sufficiently darkened, and you checked the time, it was 2 a.m. To get some fresh air, you rubbed the back of your neck and opened the car door.

You gently jumped out and stretched while allowing your legs to regain some energy. You heard a scream coming from the direction of the forest as you walked around for a while. You were startled, but not completely terrified.

As you rushed to the car, grabbing your phone to record for evidence, another scream echoed from the forest.

Maybe it was the Arcane Angel? Imagine the headline, the stunning Y/N Y/L/N caught the Arcane Angel. How cool.

You grabbed your jacket and threw it on and ran towards the direction of the forest, switching on your flashlight to aid you in the moonlight.

Stay in the car, my ass.

As you aimlessly walked through the forest looking for something, you could hear the crisp leaves under your feet as you stomped on them, offering small entertainment. As you move deeper into the trees, you put your hand in your pocket and hug your cold body even tighter.

Why the fuck are they so deep. remind me to not come to these “meetings” anymore

A shadow crossed your path before you could process what had happened. It was hard to tell what it was, but it was moving quickly. It was almost gliding, more like flying.

When you turned around and heard another piercing scream, a shadow appeared from the dark woods. You flung your light at the shadow.

You couldn't tell what it was because all you could see were some big jet-black wings. When you smelt something in the breeze, you took a step back and scrunched your brows in disgust.

It smelt rotten.

When you looked around, you heard more strange sounds that perplexed you. You weren't about to become a statistic. You cursed to yourself when you sent a text to Jeonghan.

“Babe, I didn't exactly follow your instructions about staying in the car, but there's something wrong here. Please call me.”

As you peered up from your phone, you heard a ping from across the ground; he was now in front of you, wings and all. His black eyes gazed into your soul as blood dripped down his wings.

As he quickly caught you and whisked you deep into the dark night, a chuckle escaped his throat.

You screamed and thrashed about in an attempt to free yourself from his clutches, shouting to the dark night for help. Nothing worked, and as you soared through the air, not daring to look up at the figure, you knew you were in for a long trip.

When you knew you were bound in a chair and blindfolded, a chuckle escaped your mouth. From the other side of the wall, you heard a "whoosh" sound. You struggled to spin around to see who it was and what it was after.

“You know, this whole thing makes me laugh so hard. This is what happens when you're nosy. You remember, the nosy ones always die first.”

Before you could process what was happening, a figure appeared in front of you and removed your blindfold. You blinked a lot, trying to take in the light when looking at the person in front of you.

“Fuckin Jeonghan, I knew it was true; my suspicions were right. At the very least, you could've at least been more secretive about it.”

He gave you a puzzled look and coughed at you as he leaned in his chair in front of you.

“Wait, tell me what you're talking about. You knew who I was all along.”

You laughed and threw your head back, unable to believe what you were seeing in front of you. You smirked as you crossed your legs.

As Jeonghan looked at you, a gust of wind came out of nowhere, causing you to break free from the rope spinning around the wisp of cloud, exposing your true identity to Jeonghan.

"Witchcraft"

As he took in the scene in front of him, he gasped and staggered back. As he scrambled to his feet, attempting to appear presentable in front of you, he struggled to get the words out. You chuckled at him and shook your head.

“This one isn't going to sit well with the Council.”

You ran your hand through your hair and shook off the dust from your chilling entrance.

You crept up to him, crossing your arms and placing your fingers all around his neck, soaking it all in. You didn't expect him to learn about you so quickly, but I suppose things happen.

He shook his head and swept his hand through his hair, still perplexed by what had occurred.

“All right, before you start talking, let me get to start. Who are you, and what did you do with my girlfriend, and who the hell do you think you are?"

You came to a halt and slowly turned around, chuckling in his direction. You leaned in close to his face, whispering something into his ears. The atmosphere had darkened by at least a factor of ten.

“Well, your "girlfriend" is still right here, if you must know. She's just gone for the time being, and I'll explain. You're welcome to get a drink. I heard you and your "gang" were on their way to a meeting. “How are things going?”

He stood there watching as you talked directly into his ears; he wasn't sure if he liked this new version of you, but it was certainly sexy when you explained your part in the story.

“So, Mr. Yoon, where shall I begin?” Waiting for his answer, you cocked your head to the side and crossed your legs.

“Why don't you just tell me, how do you know the Council?” he thought as he raised his eyes to the side.

As you told him the story, you leaned forward and winked at him with an "ah" smile on your face.

“First and foremost, if you must remember, I am not from here. I'm from The Ode, a small town that you've probably heard of. Anyway, you're a bit of a prick, you know. You cause trouble wherever you go, and when you do, it always falls on our people. Aren't you aware of that-?”

“Well, it is my specialty you know,” Jeonghan smirked and snickered at you.

You rolled your eyes and motioned him to close his mouth with your hand.

“Anyway, The Council figured I'd be a good choice to keep an eye on you, kind of like a guardian angel. BUTTTTT I must admit, you have a knack for persuading people. To make it worse, I couldn't stay for long because I had to return to The Ode for mandatory training and other boring stuff.”

As you spoke, you looked at Jeonghan, and he focused on you as your words came out of your mouth.

“Last but not least, they assigned me to look after you after I completed all necessary training. The first time I met was the start of it all, you were still annoying back then-"

“Hey, I mean you still dated me”

“I didn't mean to "date" you in the first place. Things just started happening and I was in too deep to get out. I'm not upset about it. I've had a wonderful time with you over the last few years, but I've strayed from the mission. The only reason I'm here is to keep an eye on you and keep you from getting into any mischief. Unfortunately, Iook at where we are.”

As he tried to hide his blush from you, he snickered. After that, he gasped and looked at you.

“So, were you sincere in dating me, or was it just part of the plan?”

When you explained yourself, you looked into his eyes. As you said, meeting him wasn't part of the plan, but you were happy you did. You loved his faults and all, even though he was an egotistical ass with a big ego.

“Yes, Jeonghan,” you said slowly as you shook your hand in front of him. I guess you have good hands and good flirting skills.”

“I mean, what else can I say-”

“Shh, I'm not done yet.”

He scowled at you, crossed his arms, and squirmed around like a child throwing a tantrum.

“All in all, I'd say. I'm not sure what will happen to me as a result of my huge disaster on this mission. It wasn't all bad, though. I had a great time with you and the guys and created some new memories that will last a lifetime. Perhaps I will convince the Council to let me stay for a while.”

He sprang from his chair and knelt at your side, pleading with you to do so.

“Please, Y/N, I don't know what I'll do without you.” He secretly peered up through one eye and put on a pouty smile in an attempt to win you over. You chuckled and shoved him to the ground, laughing at his antics.

“Sooo... Which do you want to know first, the good or the bad?'

“Bad news,” Jeonghan said quickly as he rose from the cabin chair.

“Well, the bad news is that we will have to move to a different area. You caused enough havoc in this one that the Council decided to cover it somehow. The good news is that they're letting me stay; I think I had an effect on you.” You smirked and flipped your hair, laughing at him.

“And where did the guys go? It's been a couple of hours. It’s 4 a.m. and they're still out?”

Jeonghan gasped and dashed to his phone, chuckling as he brushed his hand through his hair, dialing the boy's numbers. When you came closer to the call, you could hear the boys' voices and different laughter. He gave you a sidelong glance and rubbed his head, avoiding eye contact.

“Soo bad news... We still have one more guy to deal with, and we can't just let him go. He'll be the last one, I promise. But we have to hurry because the sun is rising.”

Your face was pressed into your hands as you screamed and punched him in the shoulder. He raced around the room, avoiding your savage blows, before bolting out the door.

He spread his wings and teased you in the air as he spread his wings and hovered over you.

“Haha, you don't have any wings,” he teased as he blew raspberries at you. You won't be able to catch me.”

This bitch really thinks I don’t have wings.

You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh that was escaping your lips, and before you could return the joke, you turned in the air, passing the moon quickly. As you smirked in front of Jeonghan, the rays of light shimmered on your velvety wings.

“So, what exactly did you say...?”

You smirked at him and flew off into the darkness, yelling at him to hurry up.

He flew towards you, scrunching his brows and pouting.

“Heyy, that's not fair. Yours look way cooler than mine.”

On your way to the boys' location, you saw Jeonghan flying far ahead of you. He was the sort to flaunt all of his tricks while flying. As you peacefully watched him, he twirled and twisted in the air, gradually slowing down to fly alongside you.

“So, Y/N, would I have met you if I hadn't been so hot and a killer?” You sneered at his phrasing and pushed him away from you, which elicited a chuckle from him.

“To be honest, I'm not sure. I'm glad, though; you've improved my life in several ways. Living on The Ode became tedious after a while. I suppose you might suggest your heinous deeds drew me in.” You chuckled while covering your mouth, attempting to ignore the cringe that ran down your spine.

As you dropped to the ground, he grinned at you and took your hand, holding you close. He kissed your brow and extended his hand, which you gladly accepted and kissed.

“Now there's my lovely girlfriend.”

“So, what do we have here?” says Jeonghan. He walked up to the badly beaten man and knelt down, laughing at his terrified expression. As he looked up at Jeonghan, the man was terrified and panicked.

“Please let me go. I'm not going to do it again. Please don't kill me, I promise. " As he turned to face you, Jeonghan cackled, his eyes narrowed into a lethal stare, and his mood darkened. When he looked up at him, the man's breath hitched in his throat. No... your th-the, The Arcane Angel, As Jeonghan lunged at him and pulled out his heart, splattering blood everywhere as he held it in his hand, inspecting it, he let out piercing screams.

"Isn't it just satisfying, did you see him stuttering when he mentioned my name. The Arcane Angel. It's growing on me.

You look down at your shirt, realizing that blood has splattered all over it. As Jeonghan approached you, tossing the heart to one of the members, you shook your head at him.

He removed the blood that had fallen on your face with his clean hand. He smirked and kissed you on the mouth, wiping the blood from his wings.

“You're very sexy covered in all that blood,” he grinned as he looked you up and down.

You slapped his shoulder as you cringed at his remark.

“I know I am, but could we please hurry up?” I'm getting tired, and you guys still need to clean up this mess. I'll keep this one off the books, but let's get out of here before I lose my cool.” You threw them a pearly white smile as you sarcastically laughed.

The other members chuckled and nodded in agreement with you. You could see Joshua holding the lifeless man on his back as he, Mingyu, and a few others flew away, waving farewell to the rest of us made our way to the cars.

You looked at Jeonghan, who was wiping the rest of the blood off of him with some wipes he found in your bag. You didn't mind his whole act, you concluded.

Some flaws I can live with.

As you skyrocketed through the air, waiting for him, you chuckled to yourself. He looked at you, puzzled, and threw the remaining wipes into his pocket before flying up to you grabbing your hand.

“Hey, why are you laughing at me?”

“Because it's strange how quickly you switched it off. Like, go off actor” You bragged about him while raising your hand in the air and waving it around.

As he looked at you, he laughed and shook his head. He realized he had finally met someone who accepted him for who he was, wings and all. He loved your expressions as you continued to describe how he flew at the man like a lunatic.

He inched closer to you and put his finger over your mouth, suppressing your words.

“I know I looked cool, but let's talk about something more positive. Like where the hell we’re moving to, I didn't expect that."

“Oh, yeah, I didn't tell you, The Council will take care of that; all we have to do now is return to the Control Center in T-Minus 8 hours.”

He turned to face forward and said, "Oh," as you both approached the car. As you hopped into the car, sighing at the day before you, your wings both retracted in your backs. You planted a kiss on Jeonghan's cheeks before closing your eyes.

He took one look at your worn-out body and began driving towards home

Thanks for staying with me Y/N.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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usual-day-dreamer · 4 years ago

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Veneno (Javier Peña x Reader)

A/N: I know I promised it’d be a Mandalorian one but this idea came to me thanks to a song and I couldn’t miss the opportunity to write it so I hope you enjoy! Pedro Pascal and his characters requests are open! I’m so in love with him rn, I swear.

SUMMARY: Javier cannot stand the thought of losing you to someone else, and after a lot of missed chances he finally acts upon his feeling.

WARNINGS: angsty with a happy ending, infidelity.

“Congratulations on your engagement”

Javier’s voice distracts you from your actual conversation “Excuse me for a second please” you say with a sigh, turning your attention to him and crossing your arms over your chest “Thanks” you reply, tone bitter “Now, if you'll excuse me I have some things to attend to”

You turn to leave but his firm grasp stopped you.

“Wait didn’t you tell me?” he demands and with a scoff you set free from his grip “No tengo porque darte explicaciones Javier” (I don't have to give you any explanations Javier).

With a last glance you walk away from him, trying your hardest not to cry.

His calloused fingers caress your bare back and you hum in satisfaction. A light breeze comes inside the dimly lit room through the open window while the moon shines brightly outside. Cigarette smoke fills your lungs but you don’t care, you snuggle closer to his chest with a content smile.

The street was unusually quiet, the only sound of a passing car every now and then. Javier looked ahead, inhaling the smoke and letting it out through his mouth in deep and even breaths, he looked pensive and tired and you reached up to kiss up his jaw “What`s on your mind?”

He sighs, and for a second you think he’s finally going to open up to you, your heart jumps with hope. He looks down at your eyes, hopeful and shining, his heart swells at the sight and he brushes a stray strand of hair off your face “Nothing dulzura, go to sleep”

There’s a flicker of disappointment in your eyes and he feels guilty for causing it, scolding himself. You pull away from his embrace to turn off the lamp and fall down to your side, back turning away from him “Good night” you say and you fall into a peaceful slumber.

Javier knew that was supposed to happen just once. You had a boyfriend and seemed to be apparently happy but he knew better; otherwise the encounters would have never existed.

He wanted to regret them, he really did, but with every passing day it got harder to let go, already addicted and deep inside a hole he never thought he’d find himself.

He’s angry and full of frustration. For so long he had longed for you, to finally be… something, whatever that meant.

Javier loaded these events, not only because they were utterly boring and unnecessary, but because you’d be there, holding another’s arm.

He sipped his champagne quietly looking with a frown at you and your boyfriend, you were smiling, but it wasn’t reaching your ears and he just knew that if he was in his place it would. You were gorgeous. Gleaming with a lilac dress and carefully applied makeup.

He takes a sip of his drink again, hoping to ease the dry feeling in his throat, looking around for someone else to spend the night with; but no one compared to you. He gives his empty flute to a passing waiter and walks to a small balcony, lighting a cigarette.

“¿Aburrido tan pronto?” (Bored so soon?) Your voice almost makes him jump, instead, a smirk dances across his lips and he turns around to face you, words completely trapped at the sight of you giving him one of your smiles that was only reserved to him.

“Al parecer no soy el ùnico” (Not the only one, apparently) you walk next to him and he offers you his cigarette, you take a drag from it and hand it back “¿Y Ricardo?” (Where 's Ricardo?” you roll your eyes.

“His name is Rodrigo” you remind him “I told him I had to go to the restroom and talk business with someone”

His empty hand traces along the soft skin of her exposed back, goosebumps rising and you shiver “Javier” you warn “We can’t, anyone could walk out and see” Javier looks around, the place still empty and he walks backwards to a more secluded area, pulling you with him “Then we’ll be quick” He crashes her lips into yours with passion, pleased that you don’t pull away.

The worst part was that he really loved you, and that realization took him months to accept and confront; but he was afraid, terrified of that. He found out that being truly in love was the scariest thing that has happened to him so far, and he fought against narcos every day.

He knew that he had to be quick, to steal you away from the other as soon as he could, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it and he had no idea why.

“Ya no puedo seguir con esto Javier” (I can’t keep up with this Javier) his heart almost stopped at the sound of those words “Me duele demasiado, es horrible estar con alguien màs cuando yo estoy pensando en ti… cada que beso sus labios deseo que sean los tuyos y yo sòlo quiero que sean tus brazos en los que despierto” (It hurts so much, being with someone when I only think of you… everytime I kiss his lips I wish they were yours and I just want your arms around me when I wake up)

There’s a lump in his throat and he watches you fight your tears “Por favor dime que tu igual sientes lo mismo que yo” (Please tell me you feel the same way about me) your voice trembles and he watches the tears travel down your face, but still says nothing. You wait, desperately holding to any sign that he actually wants you just like you want him, but his expression stays the same and suddenly his silence is too deafening.

“Goodbye Javier” he watches you go, finding himself unable to scream out your name.

A knock on his door brakes his trance and he walks towards it to open it, only to find you behind it. His mind tricks him for a second and he pulls you in with force, pressing you against the closed door as his lips hungrily attack yours in a bruising kiss.

You slowly pull away, pulling something out from your pocket “I came to invite you to my wedding” the words pierce his heart and he hesitantly grabs the cream envelope “I don’t understand mi amor”

“You can’t call me that anymore Javier, you are just making this harder for me”

“Por favor, sòlo dèjame-” (Please, just let me-)

“Ya te di muchas oportunidades, y ¿sabes què? Jamàs hiciste nada, no creo que ahora vayas a cambiar, tu miedo al compromiso es demasiado grande... solamente eres un mujeriego, nunca me debí enamorar de ti” (I already gave you lots of chances and you know what? You never acknowledge them, I don’t think you’ll change now, your fear to commitment is way too big, you are just a player, I should have never fall in love with you)

You open his door and step outside “If you still won’t do anything, at least come to my wedding”

And again, he watches you go.

He’s sulking, wearing a suit still debating if he should go or not. He wonders how you must look, beautiful with an equally gorgeous white dress, getting ready for another man.

He curses and covers his face with his hands, a long sigh leaving his lips.

He feels himself close to tears, memories with you shaking his very core as he tries to grasp what’s left of them. A slow and sad song playing in the background, helping his mood just right.

He scoffs, slowly feeling himself drift away to insanity and you slip out of his hands like sand.

There’s no way you want him now, not after all the times he fucked up.

“If you still won’t do anything, at least come to my wedding”

He suddenly remembers and his head shots up, you still wanted him to make a sign! Oh how stupid he has been for the past three hours. He checks his watch and rushes out, if he leaves now, he’ll be able to arrive before it’s too late.

The tires of his car screech loudly as he parks just in front of the lovely Colombian chapel. He stops for a few seconds to think of the right words, almost laughing with how silly all this was, it was like a telenovela.

His legs come back to life and he runs inside “¡Paren!” (Stop!) the guests gasp and all eyes turn to him, including yours, which were covered by a beautiful veil “Javier?” you call his name and he stops in the middle of the corridor, taking in your appearance.

He takes a deep breath and finally swallows the lump in his throat.

“Por favor no te cases con èl” (Please don’t marry him) “Te amo, te amo como no tienes idea, cada momento que paso lejos de ti es un infierno y la verdad es que no puedo vivir sin ti” (I love you, you have no idea how much, every moment I’m not with you it’s like going to hell and back and the truth is that I can’t live without you)

“I know I missed a lot of chances, and I understand if it’s too late now, but I truly can’t live without you anymore, so please, give me a chance”

Everyone is silent with their mouths agape in amazement. He looks at you, nervous because he can’t see your expressions behind the lace veil. He’s about to walk out when you finally speak.

“Oh, Javier” you gasp out and run towards him, grabbing the front of your white dress to avoid an accident. Javier opens his arms and your crash against him “I love you too Javi” he smiles and pulls away to look at your face “May I?” he asks, gesturing to the veil, you nod eagerly and he pulls it over your head.

Your smile is enormous and your eyes shine brighter than usual as he meets your wanting gaze, he smiles too before tilting his head and kissing you, deepening it by grabbing your jaw and cheek with his hand, the other gripping your waist tightly pulling you flush against him. When you pull back he admires you closed eyed face, you open your eyes slowly and stare back at him.

He grabs your hand tenderly and kisses your cheek “Let’s go mi amor”

And you follow him, not even glancing back at the forgotten groom astonished in the altar along with the guests.

#pedro pascal x reader #javier peña x reader #narcos #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal imagine #javier pena

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thesolotomyhan · 4 years ago

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Narcos México: Dating them would include: (4/7)

I low key feel so insecure because my headcannons be hella long, I’m so sorry in advance because I may have gotten carried away on this one😅. Enjoy!

Let me know if you want to be added on the tag list! ❤️

Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes

Warnings: NSFW!

Ramon:

My ramoncito is such a hot head and filled with heated emotions, impulsive if you may

You were the wrecking ball that crashed into his life when he first met you,,, but in a good way

At first, when he would try to talk to you, he would stutter his words out to you, his palms were sweating, and it suddenly felt like the room was 200 degrees,,, he was getting BEYOND frustrated with himself

He honestly doesn’t even know how he asked you out or even why you agreed to go on a date with him but either way it was the best thing he’s ever done

Ramon rambles on to no end about you when you’re dating, te presuma el cabrón

“Te lo juro, mi mujer está bien pinche guapa, mi muñeca es un ángel de Dios”

Ramon’s kisses are the literal definition of passion and lust, like wow

I just know Ramon would sneak up behind you to pick you up when you come visit him at his house,

You’re just talking to Enedina or something and next thing you know, you feel someone excitedly pick you up and twirl you around

“Mi princesa, que haces aqui?” Wow

The other thing that comes to dating Ramon is the need of patience from you, he’s not one to openly talk about his worries even if he trusts you with his whole heart

Every time Benjamin is worried about Ramon’s attitude, he’s calling you to come talk to him

Because you’re always successful in talking him through his doubts and anger issues,

all you have to do is bring his eyes to focus on you and soothe him with words until he can actually think straight

The puppy eyes he gives you when you tell him you love him with your alma and that it’s going to be ok🥺

Jesus, the sheer amount of gifts this man will give you is just out of this world

Like it’s not even a surprise anymore to his family when a truck load of roses and other fancy shit arrives one day, they’re all like, oh yeah Ramon’s going on a date with his novia, right?

He does it because he can’t get over the way your face lights up, it makes him feel proud that he’s the only one able to do that

Ice cream and antojito dates are a must, ok 🥺👉👈. , don’t look at me

He loves taking you to club dates too, like he’s the definition of “live life to its fullest”

That and because he’s just embobado with the way you dance and how close y’all would dance together

Like can you imagine, dancing to the beat of the music with your ass grinding up against his hips as like your reaching behind you to grab hold of his hair,, and his hands are on your hips— lord, Ramon fucking lives for that

“Mira lo duro que me haces sentir, princessa” ok- Let me leave before I get carried away

I just know, all the dates he takes you on are always fun and it’s where you both lose track of time

Soft!Ramon is what I live for, I can see after your dates end, he’s leaning his forehead on yours and smiling at you🥺

He can’t let go of you

, it makes him so fucking happy when he wakes up in the morning with you cuddling into him, it’s how he always wants to start his mornings

Look, Ramoncito seems like the one not looking for marriage or that soft shit like Benjamin.

but when it comes to you, his heart just fucking ruptures with passion and el amor verdadero, he can’t help it

He can’t even begin to think about even losing you to some cabrón, and him not being the one enjoying your presence

your the only one who has truly captured his heart without even trying and he never wants that feeling to go away, I’m sobbing

So he definitely fiddles and secretly looks into engagement rings👀 with the help of Enedina’s advice because we all know she would be so excited that Ramon found someone that makes him sane and truly loves him

“No la quiero perder, Dina, no se que haria sin ella”

I can’t, you make him so SOFT that even everyone in his family pitches in to help convince him propose to you- they love seeing you two together-

***overprotective***

Even if someone just looks at you the wrong way,; or for making a bad comment towards you,, he’s already 0-100 real quick and pulling his gun out

This man causes so much disruption because no hijo de la chingada is going to get away with disrespecting you

You know that once scene at Roxanne where Chapo and Cochi were bullying Francisco and then all hell broke loose,, yeah now imagine like Cochi trying to get a rise out of Ramon by “jokingly” catcalling you- oooop

“¿Cuándo vas a prestarme a tu vieja, Ramón? a lo mejor puedo chingarmela mejor que tú”

Oh no, no no no,, you’re already trying to grab Ramon’s arm as he does a full 180

Red, that’s all Ramon sees as he’s already swinging and hell breaks loose once again-

Even though Ramon would just love to kill Cochi right there for saying that, he can't, but he’ll get it one of these days 👀

Anyways-

Ramon loves to pick out outfits with you as well, he likes giving his opinion about which outfit would slap and would go along with his,

he wants to make people jealous about how hot Ramon’s mujer looks, like the fucking smug look he has on his face as he walks in with you

He has pride in how only he gets to touch you the way he can while others can only drool and watch from afar

Ramon is always having his hand resting on your waist or your ass, and you can’t tell me he would not give an occasional squeeze or slap to your ass, like this bastard would

Ramon would be one to have you sitting on his lap all the time with his arms wrapped around you, making you laugh as he lightly kisses your neck-

In the end, Y’all are just a fun af couple, attached to the hip and inseparable, I’m in love

NSFW:

Oooooohhhhh boy, does my man have SO many kinks, but we’ll get to that in a minute

He’s one to never turn down a blowjob from you, like the intense gaze he’ll give you as he sees you gagging on him

This man loves his pleasure, he’s desperately thrusting into your mouth as he lets out the loudest groans all the while tangling his hands in your hair- ok

Ramon fucking lives for seeing you in his bed

From the beginning where your smiling up at him, naked for him and pulling him down to get him to do something

To the end of the night when your whimpering and trembling after he’s done with you, like damn

The roughest sex happens with Ramon

I’m gonna say it…. Because it’s the truth

Ramon will eat you out until you can’t even speak right and your trying to weakly push him away

This mf will laugh into you as he forces your legs open and fingers you-

“Sé que puedes hacer uno más, solo uno más para mí bebé”

As he’s forcing you to look at him as he harshly rubs your sensitive clit-

Ramon has to see your facial expressions, he has them engraved into his memory and he also just loves seeing how he can make you feel, the way your soul leaves your body-

Jesus, this man is never fucking quiet, and that goes for you too, he hates seeing you trying to be quiet

“No te calles, no, dejen que nos escuchen”

He has a way of making you feel that he’s touching you everywhere and that, just by itself makes you lose control of yourself

-Overstimulation-

At the beginning, Ramon is setting a pace where he’ll try to go slow and hard at first because you can’t tell me that this man also loves soft sex 🥺

but damn, he can’t hold himself back, nopeeee, not right now with the way you’re desperately groping him and saying his name

Ramon starts to tear off your bra and panties because he feels like he’s going to explode if he’s not inside you in the next 2 seconds

You’ll pull him down to kiss him as he pushes into you, wow

God, his thrust game, his hand game, everything,, is just over the top

He’s not letting you catch your breath after your orgasm before he’s changing positions and pounding you again, not losing momentum

You’re literally shaking and begging him to stop from all the pleasure but you just go back to moaning as he picks up the pace,,,,

You’ll have tears of pleasure rolling down your checks as you feel him spread your legs even more, the emotions, I’m here for it

Ahem* my next point ,, choking kink, you know my man has one,

He has you laid out onto his bed beneath him as he adds a bit of pressure to your neck as he grips your hip with the other hand

Like shit, his fucking hand is so big, it just easily latches onto your neck-

Possessive af alright, he wants you to be screaming his name so it’s the only thing on your mind

He just needs to feel you and claim you all over again as his mujer

“Puto Cochiloco, hijo de su reputa madre, piensa que te puede hacer gritar como yo puedo”

you know he’s taking his frustration out on you after that encounter, he needs reassurance that only he can make you cum the way he can

Angry/Frustrated sex would be the only time he’ll let you roll your head back, because like wow, you’re always screaming his name out as you grip onto the bed frame

Fuck- when he’s thrusting from behind you, doggy style

He’ll pull your hair as he growls into your ear about who you belong to as he sneaks his hand in between your thighs again-

“Quien es tu papi?”-

And unlike Benjamin, he’s not one to hide your night of passion

He’s marking you up in the most visible fucking areas and always laughs when you scold him in the morning when your trying to cover them up

The Soft Sex, yeah, he only does that when he’s celebrating something with you, like either it’s your anniversary your birthday or something like that

The eye contact is a must in this situation, alright

He’s never looking away, like he’s looking up at you as he just devours your core and he holds your hands near your hips

Fuck, the softest but hardest thrusts as he grips your hip and lifts your leg to wrap around him

And this man still manages to give you multiple orgasms, doesn’t matter if it’s rough or the softest sex, he’s still doing it

overdosed on sex is what happens with Ramoncito

But he would be one to pepper kisses everywhere and praise how good you were for him-

The best feeling in the world for him is waking up to you sleeping on his chest with your clothes scattered all over the room- aight imma just head out

#narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico imagine #narcos imagine #ramon arellano felix #ramon arellano felix x reader #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #narcos

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scorpiofangirl1109 · 4 years ago

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My Cats OC Part 54

part 53- https://scorpiofangirl1109.tumblr.com/post/646877506005254144/my-cats-oc-part-53

hello everyone! welcome to part 54 of my series on kiki! this is going to be another cats human au headcanon. i hope you guys like it!

i am only getting one update out before bed but this will be the longest one i have written yet so i think that will make up for it!

a quick shout out to @the-pied-pipers-assistant for talking through this idea with me! i really appreciate it! you are awesome for listening to me ramble on and on all of the time lol.

in this headcanon kiki will be 2 years old!

munkustrap honestly was lucky because when kiki was usually a pretty easy baby. and she was usually pretty happy as well. of course there were moments kiki would scream and cry loudly or she would be fussy. but generally munkustrap was lucky that kiki was easy.

as kiki came a toddler she was still pretty easy for the most part. but munkustrap noticed kiki was starting to become a bit more stubborn at times such as when he tried to get her to eat a vegetable for example. but kiki was still pretty easy. but still had tantrums like all toddlers did.

luckily munkustrap was patient and was able to handle kiki’s temper tantrums calmly and was willing to wait as long as he had to until she was done.

but once kiki turned two she threw a curveball for munkustrap when she started to hit the terrible twos stage.

a little while after demeter moved in with munkustrap and his daughter, kiki learned how to climb out of her crib. up to this point kiki had always slept in her crib just fine. she would remain in her crib during her naptime or all night before letting munkustrap or someone else would get her out.

one night after being put into her crib by munkustrap, kiki slept for about two and a half hours before she woke up. normally kiki just went back to sleep. but this night was different, she wanted to go see her mama and daddy.

so kiki got up and after a bit of effort the toddler climbed out of her crib. she fell to the floor landing on her bum but was quick to get up and rushed over to the door and managed to open it despite munkustrap’s best efforts to child proof kiki’s room.

the toddler walked into the hallway dragging her kitty cat nd disney princess blanket with her.

she could hear the tv was on downstairs so she walked to the staircase. but there was a baby gate at the top and kiki could not get it to budge no matter how much she tried.

so after trying and failing to open the gate kiki started calling out for munkustrap and demeter, calling out “mama!! daddy!!”

munkustrap and demeter had not heard kiki on the baby monitor which was on the coffee table. it was a video monitor and the last time they had checked it kiki was fast asleep so they has assumed she was out for the night.

but when they heard her little voice calling out for them, munkustrap and demeter were quick to get up and rush up to go see what was wrong. so when they found kiki sitting in front of the baby gate on the floor with her blankie and kitty cat they were confused.

munkustrap knew for a fact he had put kiki in her crib after finishing her bedtime stories. so why was she out in the hallway?

“kiki why are you out of bed love? daddy put you down to go night night.” demeter asked as she opened the gate and scooped kiki up in her arms.

kiki snuggled into demeter before saying “i wakes up.”

“but it is late love, you need to sleep.” demeter told kiki looking down at her.

“kiki how did you get out of bed?” munkustrap asked kiki looking at his daughter.

“i climb out.” katie said with a shrug as if it was something she always did.

“kiki you can’t climb out of your bed. you could get hurt.” munkustrap said as he and demeter were walking back to kiki’s room.

when they got back into the room, demeter kissed kiki's head before letting munkustrap take kiki in his arms so he could put her back to bed and she could go back to sleep which kiki did do after she was sung a lullaby.

this kept happening every single night afterwards. it was clear kiki would get out of her crib as much as she wanted. so when demeter said that kiki should get a big girl bed munkustrap didn’t want to. but eventually demeter convinced him it was necessary.

so he decided to take kiki’s convertible crib and to make it into a toddler bed. for kiki and they even took kiki out so she could pick some bedding for her big girl bed. she choose a disney princess bedding set that matched her favorite blankie.

when the day came to actually convert the bed, munkustrap had his brother tugger over to help him when he and misto had come over. tugger initially tried to back out but eventually agreed to help out munkustrap while misto and demeter were downstairs entertaining kiki.

it took a while to disassemble the crib and to convert it to a toddler bed. with quite a few curse words coming out from the brothers. but eventually they finished the process even if it took a while and kiki had to nap in munkustrap and demeter’s bed.

when kiki saw her bed, she was confused at first about what had happened to her crib, she asked munkustrap as tugger held her “daddy what happen to my crib?”

“well you’re a big girl now. you get to have a big girl bed. and you get to sleep in a big girl bed.” munkustrap told kiki.

after dinner, misto and tugger left and demeter and munkustrap got kiki ready for bed like any other night. but when they tried to tuck her in kiki freaked out and was screaming loudly. she was clinging to munkustrap and was not wanting to sleep in her old bed.

demeter tried to put kiki down as well but it did not help either as kiki kept doing the same routine. after what seemed like a lifetime, kiki eventually had worn herself out enough through her tantrum that she had fallen asleep.

over the next few nights putting kiki to bed consisted of having a huge tantrum and putting up a fight about sleeping in her bed, when kiki managed to sleep, he would not remain asleep for long as she would always climb out of bed and go running to demeter and munkustrap. she just did not want to sleep in her big girl bed.

this was very hard on demeter and munkustrap having to be up constantly trying to get kiki to sleep and stay in her bed for more than an hour and a half at a time.

naturally the couple became very sleep deprived from staying up with kiki. this took a toll on munkustrap especially as he was the one getting up with kiki the majority of the time. the last time munkustrap was this exhausted was when kiki was newborn and waking constantly for feedings or diaper changes.

it started to show how exhausted munkustrap was. he started to develop bags under his eyes and dark under eye circles. plus he started to drink way more coffee than usual. munkustrap pretty much looked like a sleep deprived zombie. most nights ended up with kiki sleeping with munkustrap and demeter out of sheer desperation to get her to sleep at all.

he was so exhausted that one night he ended up falling asleep on the floor next to kiki’s bed. he was in there because every time kiki would get out of bed, he was there to put her right back in. but the whole process took a lot of of the sleep deprived father and caused him to pass out on the floor.

kiki looked down at her daddy and got one of the baby blankets near her rocking chair and covered munkustrap with it. after this she sued this as a prime chance to escape her room and run to hide to avoid going into her big girl bed.

demeter had noticed it had gotten very quiet in kiki's room so she walked down the hall to see what was happening. as soon as she stepped into the room the woman noticed munkustrap passed out on the group, which was evident from the quiet snores coming from him. but she did not see kiki and searched the room not finding the toddler anywhere.

demeter sighed as she now had to go find kiki who was “playing hide and seek”. after searching the female found kiki with her kitty cat hiding behind a curtain, she could see kiki's little feet sticking out even though kiki tied to wrap herself in the curtain to hide.

demeter walked over and gently pulled the curtain from around kiki and picked her up before kiki could dart off. she walked kiki back to her room and tried to put kiki to bed. but of course the toddler dug her heels in and refused to stay in bed throwing a tantrum.

kiki was always loud during a tantrum and this was no exception. but amazingly somehow munkustrap slept through kiki have a tantrum even as kiki screamed “nwo mama! pwease!” as demeter kept putting her back into bed. when kiki did somehow fall asleep, demeter to had to nudge munkustrap awake and get him to go to bed since he was so tired.

the couple hoped kiki would outgrow this and get used to it. but it did not get better. as the tantrums kept happening every single night and no one in the house was getting enough sleep

one night demeter walked into the hallway see munkustrap looking very sleep deprived and disheveled. in addition to his under eye bags and under eye circles munkustrap's hair was all messy, as if he had not brushed it for weeks and he was in his pajamas and old tattered bathrobe. munkustrap was also half asleep as he was trying to get a screaming and crying kiki to sleep. a cup of black coffee in his free hand

demeter was very concerned at this sight and also she was afraid he was going to drop kiki from how he kept nodding off.so she quickly rushed over and took kiki in her arms ordering munkustrap to bed.

munkustrap shook his head saying “no...i’m fine....really.” but from how he was struggling to remain awake. while holding a crying kiki in her arms she tried to force munkustrap to bed even if he kept refusing.

demeter still tried to calm kiki down and nothing that usually worked for kiki, helped at all. and the female was quickly running out of ideas and she did not want to put kiki in bed with her and munkustrap.

it got to the point where demeter got so desperate she got her car keys and loaded kiki up in the car with her kitty cat and blanket to drive around until she fell asleep. munkustrap heard demeter open the garage and after learning what she was doing, he insisted on coming along. demeter kept trying to go to sleep but it was falling on deaf ears so she gave in and let munkustrap come.

demeter put baby shark on for kiki and put the song on loop so it would keep playing and once she backed out of the driveway she started to drive around to get kiki to sleep.

after a while, kiki fell asleep in the backseat, but munkustrap had also fallen asleep. once at home demeter turned off the car. and stopped playing baby shark off her phone. the female also nudged munkustrap several times to wake him up.

demeter was extremely careful and managed to get kiki into her bed and tuck her in without waking her. this was the first night in a long time kiki did not come into bed with munkustrap and demeter.

the woman knew she could not drive kiki around while blasting baby shark every night, so the next day when munkustrap was at work and she went over to see her parents for advice. she had kiki with her that day because kiki’s daycare center was closed because of pipes bursting in the building/

jenny and skimbles told demeter that they had experienced this with the twins, jerrie and teazer when they were the same age and the key was to just keep at it. even if it took 70 times that she needed to keep putting kiki back in bed and reassure her that she was going to be ok.

demeter decides to take her parents’ advice and tells munkustrap to help her with putting kiki to bed. after they read to kiki, demeter puts kiki down in her bed and munkustrap tucks her in.

kiki of course is not liking this and she cries getting out of bed. demeter stand sup and puts kiki back into bed tucking her in again telling kiki it was time to go to sleep. the toddler cried and once demeter sat down she got out of bed but this time munkustrap picked up kiki and out her down again.

kiki keeps getting out of bed every time she is put down in bed. so demeter munkustrap take turns putting her back into bed reassuring her that she is ok. it takes a while and after countless time kiki learns to stay in bed and si crying but remains in bed.

not long afterwards kiki finally goes to sleep and demeter and munkustrap quickly leave the room. they keep doing this every night and it only takes a few nights before kiki’s bedtime tantrums stop and when she is put down for the night she remains in bed.

when kiki is finally sleeping in her big girl bed and not fighting them about going to bed, this takes a lot of stress off demeter and munkustrap and they are able to get the sleep they need. well at least demeter is most of the time because while munkustrap is seeping more, he still stays up way too late doing work, only going to bed when demeter makes him.

alright that is part 54! this is the longest part i have written so i hope you all enjoyed! let me know what you guys thought and i will see you all for part 55!

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just-mirko · 4 years ago

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BINARY

BNHA HACKER AU - CHAPTER 4

MASTERLIST

Mirko x F!Reader

Warnings: HAWKS BEING A SUS BITCH 2.0 #peghawks2020

WC: 2k

(A/N: This is unedited! Please message me if you spot any annoying mistakes! I will probably have the edited version up in a day or two!)

“Then with that I leave you, my students, sleep well!”

He left for the doors and closed them behind him, effectively leaving 15 teenage criminals in a room together.

Hah.

After principal Nezu left, the crowd dispersed. Many chose to scout out their dorms instead of interacting. Each person was a loaded gun. Aimed at their enemies or themselves did not matter, we were all afraid for when the first bullet would strike.

That being said, most seemed overall relaxed. Students would try to start conversation and socialize, which was apparent by the mumble of voice within the school’s halls that returned from before Nezu gave his brief speech.

I was turning towards the dorm hallway with my bags in hand. The gentle tap of my shoes along the hardwood floors could be heard in crisp, purposeful taps. Right as I walked through the threshold of the door connecting the dorm corridor and the main hall, I heard footsteps growing louder behind me.

I kept walking forward and kept a close eye at the plaques on each room’s door that signified who was housed where.

The footsteps continued getting closer until in my peripheral vision I could see a lock of white hair swaying.

“You again?” I asked, feigning annoyance. Of course, her presence wasn’t exactly unwanted but it was unneeded.

“Mmmhmm” Mirko hummed while gazing down at me.

The image of her and Hawks pushed itself into the forefront of my mind, leaving residues of anger wherever it bounced in my brain.

“So… you and Hawks?” I looking at the hallway door when I said it. I slowed my walking down to almost a complete stop before turning towards her.

“Are you guys dati-“ I made the mistake of looking into her piercing red eyes and caught a glare, making me stop my sentence.

I held my breath for a second, thinking I angered her in some way, but to my surprise she let out a laugh.

“You got so scared! Look at you! You’re just a bottom little bunny” She relaxed and leaned her arm down to rest on my shoulder. The height difference was so obvious when she was standing this close.

“C’mon (Y/N), lighten up, combat training is going to be a breeze! I bet the view from the floor will be nice.”

Did she just- never mind.

“Oh as if.” I rolled my eyes and started walking again towards my door that came into view. She followed me and watched as struggled with the door.

The doorknob was plain and silver, with a small black pad above it. I was more than confused.

“Were we supposed to get a key or something?”

I continued jamming the doorknob and pressing at the black pad in frustration. It was getting late, and being locked out of my room wasn’t on my list of things I can emotionally handle.

One of Mirko’s hands came to rest at about my elbow from behind me. Delicately moving her hands up towards me wrist, she paused, before gently holding the back my hand, her nails ghosting against my palm.

My heart was racing, none of her arm’s subtle movements went unnoticed. I feared that with how close she was, with her right behind me, and this, whatever this is, she could hear my heartbeat pounding in my chest.

She guided my hand towards the black pad and brought my left pointer finger down on the sensor.

With a small green light and a click, the door swung open. She kept her grasp on my hand for what felt like a moment too long yet still too short before stepping back and turning towards the door across from me room.

“The doors are locked via fingerprint,” She stated matter-of-factly with a smirk.

“Tell me if you have any more troubles (y/n), I’m right next door.” She seemed way too pleased with herself when she walked back into her room, not sparing a glance over towards me, standing in the door frame of my room when her’s closed.

That night I laid awake staring at the ceiling, just as I had done last night. Though the only difference was last night I was contemplating to even go here, now I was contemplating how I would even survive here.

The dorms were nice and decently sized for the whole ‘underground secret society’ thing. A bathroom with all the basics including a deep bathtub, a queen bed, a mini fridge, and coffee machine. What set t apart from average was two things. Color changing lights that were set under the bed and desk, giving everything a vibrant glow (A/N no reason for the lights they just look cool :))

The last special thing in the room was a giant black desk, obviously set up for a giant desktop and even more hardware, but the surface with unscratched, unused, and empty. It sat in the corner of the room alone, unlike the other areas that had lamps, colored lights, or fake plants; the desk had nothing.

I would still have to grow accustomed to the new and pristine room. It smelled clean. Like fresh disinfectant and fake lavender that is just slightly off from the real thing. I could not say I missed the cans of soda on the floor and random sticky notes everywhere.

The old apartment was crammed with miscellaneous objects. All the things I was too attached to throw out, but not too attached to leave all together, I guess.

I rolled over, suddenly very aware of my awakens. I checked my clock. A large sigh eased from my lungs. It was only 11pm. That meant I was not losing too much sleep on my first day. I could only imagine how screwed I would be if those led screen lights were showing 3am or any other blatantly early time.

I guess since I was awake, it would not hurt to get a snack or something. From my recollection, I remember seeing a café like area in the common room, though I was too preoccupied to look at it for too long. They might have a granola bar or some snack I could eat. I was really craving chocolate milk right now.

I was in the slightly delirious sleepy stage of consciousness. The point where I had no filter to what I said, and no self-preservation. In said state, I threw on some slippers, grabbed my phone and grudgingly walked out to the hallway.

“choccy milk, choccy milk!” I whispered to myself in a singsong voice. The walk to the end of the hallway seemed to only last a split second before I was there, at the door to the common room.

“choccy milk, choccy milk!” I reached towards the doorknob, shivering once the chilled metal touched my fingers. Right as I was about to pull the door with my weak and tired muscles, I heard shuffling from the other side of the door.

I opened it slowly, and peering in through the crack in the door. Though dark, and his back was towards me, I could recognize the distinct frame of Hawks. The dirty bastard. Why he be actin lik- my thoughts were interrupted by two sharp clicks. On the floor he sat a suitcase and opened it up. It was the same one that had the red unidentified fluff in it. More fuzz was on it than before, apparent as it stood out among the black fabric casing.

He moved in front of the suit case and blocked my view, but I could watch as he crouched down an opened it up. Suddenly, a flurry of red came spiraling out and circling around hawks. He stood up and the shapes were revealed to be feathers, each one different than the next. The continued to storm around like he was standing in the eye of a hurricane surrounded. Feather by feather they collected by his shoulders, forming broad wings that’s wingspan was around 10 ft.

He ruffled the wings around, spreading them out and even doing a test flap, which sent a gust of air in all directions. While he was… adjusting them? Stretching them?

This had to have been his quirk. And it was an amazing one at that. This was my rival? How was I supposed to beat that?

“Woah” I silently whispered. His wings twitched at the sound, and it appeared all the feathers stood up straight. He quickly turned around, his wings taking on a defensive position and each feather spiking outward like tiny knives. I quickly hid behind the door, hoping he didn’t see me, though he definitely heard me.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I held my breath, knowing now that whatever his quirk was, it enhanced his hearing.

I slightly turned my head to my ear was pressed up against the wall and I could hear anything he did. I cringed at the slight scratch of one of my earrings against wooden door and paused again.

Through the polished wood and all the space between us, I made out his footsteps beginning again as he walked away from the door. The breath I held in my lungs released shakily. My eyes darted across the hallway, which suddenly seemed so much longer. The expanse of parallel lines from the crown molding and the wallpaper and everything made me feel like caving in.

I had barely dodged that encounter, and I know it would not have been good if he found me snooping. I was not my intention, but it did give me a slight advantage. I knew his quirk.

I knew his quirk.

Unlike someone’s fake name or hacker alias, quirks were something you can change. They stuck with you the rest of your life, one of very few constants we could have. And because quirks, especially unique ones like Hawks’, were specific to each person they not only would let me find his real identity quickly, but also gain information on his past, something most people in this life tried to forget.

I had no intention of using this information maliciously, it was more or less self-defense. If he was out for me, its only fair that I get to build a shield. I was just evening the playing fields.

My brain was vacant of all prior need for choccy milk, now, all I wanted was answers, though for now those would have to wait. My smartphone said it was almost midnight, and I already started things at this academy on the wrong foot, I don’t want that to repeat with my teachers.

I guess it was foolish of me to believe I was always one step ahead of everyone. I was untouchable, invisible, I had power. I forgot that people don’t get into this school on daddy’s money or luck, they’re here for a reason.

But at that time I didn’t care, of course I didn’t, I just narrowly avoided my current rival, and walked away unnoticed. Untouchable.

I went to sleep quickly. I woke up early. I slept well. The next day started good. I made coffee and pondered over the empty desk once more. I was ignorant.

#bnha #mirkobnha #bnhafanfic #bnha mirko #bnha x reader #bnha au #hacker au #mirko x reader #rumi usagiyama #rumi usagiyama x reader #xfreader #xf!reader #just-mirko #justmirko #bina #BINARY #peghawks2020

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chezforshire · 4 years ago

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Danny stretches as far as his spine could go before he drops back down onto the bed with a groan.

“Do you want a hot pack or something?”

He glances at Sam as she drops down next to him. She swats at his chest until he groans and takes off the binder under his shirt.

“Nah, I’m good really I just want to lay here in misery.”

"Alright theater kid,” she scoffs.

Tucker sits onto the bed next to him and places a bowl of buttered popcorn on his chest and settles a bowl of caramel popcorn with syrup on his lap. Danny scrunches his nose at that and wonders how much Tucker’s dentist must hate him.

Sam chews on the straw of her milkshake as she flips through the movies on screen. “What are we feeling today boys?”

“The Mummy,” Tucker automatically responded.

“No, I’m tired of looking at Brendan Fraser’s ass. It was great the first few times but now I’m just bored.”

“First off.” Tucker points a sticky finger at Sam. It was directly above Danny’s face and he could see the light sheen of syrup on it. He makes an even more disgusted face. “One can never get tired of looking at Brendan Fraser’s ass. It’s great. Second, I’m here for Arnold Vosloo this time. Him as Imoteph? God.” He feigns a swoon and Sam makes gagging noises at him.

“Doesn’t the shitty CGI bother you, though?” Danny asks. “Like, I can never stop thinking about the fakest flames I’ve ever seen in the intro.”

“To be fair it was good for it’s time. We’re just older now and have better tastes.”

“Older, yes. Better taste, debatable.” Still, she starts up The Mummy Returns.

Danny grabs some pillows and props his head up to see better. He shifts his body a bit and cringes at the sensation of blood.

“This kid is fucking stupid,” Sam mutters.

“Listen with parents like Nick and Evelyn, of course he’ll just be wandering around some abandoned temple.”

They lapse into silence again. Despite Sam’s teasing, she was really focused on the scenes with Evelyn and Anack-Su-Namun. Though they all had a collective gay panic at Nick throwing back that knife to disposable-and-a-probably-racist-depiction villain number one. Then a gay death from watching Evelyn and Ardeth kick some ass.

They may or may not have repeated scenes from that fight more times than is socially acceptable.

Around the jungle scene Danny sits up and mutters about going to the bathroom to change. Sam looks up to check the time. “You hungry? We should get something to eat.”

“Nah? I mean, I’m not hungry and it’s not long before the movie finishes.”

Tucker tips the rest of the popcorn into his mouth then gives him a pointed look. “The last time you ate was breakfast, Dan. It’s like almost dinner time.”

“Oh.”

Sam sighs dramatically and makes a show of getting off the bed. “What will you ever do without us.”

“Go full ghost?”

“A dude can only wish.” She slings an arm around him and nods towards the door. “Let’s get some greasy as shit burgers.”

Tucker walks up to them with the empty bowl of popcorn and raises an eyebrow at Sam. “Can vegan burgers even be greasy?”

She shrugs. “It’s a burger.”

After Danny takes a quick detour to the bathroom, the three of them find themselves in the kitchen. Danny plucks out the ingredients as Tucker sets up the sound system. Sam looks into the fridge over Danny’s shoulder. She nudges him and asks “You wanna drink a bit?”

“Burgers and beer sounds so american I’m kind of feeling my skin get whitewashed.”

Tucker bursts out laughing and Sam gives him a disappointingly proud smile. “We’re not drinking beer, we’ll bust out the big guns.”

“Busting out the vodka at-” Tucker glances at his phone- “five PM Mx. Manson? What a rebel.”

She smiles widely at him. “You know it.”

Danny rolls his eyes and pushes her away. “Not today. I don’t feel like having a hangover in addition to all this stupid body pain.” He phases his hand through the drawer and pulls out a pan.

Sam nods and pulls out a beer for herself. She tilts her head at Tucker and after a shake of his head closes the fridge. They make their dinner with the soundtrack of How To Train Your Dragon playing in the background.

A plate of hamburgers in one hand and their respective drinks in the other, they meander back to the room to continue watching their movie.

Danny demolishes his in less time that is humanly possible and Tucker even gives him one of his as well. They load up another movie once The Mummy ends and give a bit more running commentary now that they have food in them.

Somewhere around 8 PM Danny retracts his initial decline of the alcohol but sticks to just a bottle of beer to sip at. Tucker grabs his own bottle as well along with Sam’s second.

They give up on the movies and set up some games. They argue over what to put in before they decide to just let Sam play Resident Evil as the two of them try to minimize their backseat gaming. They still yell and scream at the monsters and jumpscares despite literally just facing off a ghost who used its entrails to trap people.

“Hey Sam do you have overnight pads?” Danny asks offhandedly as he watches her shoot a zombie in the knee.

“Yeah, but I think I moved them. They might be- fucking bitch give a fucker a warning next time jesus christ- they might be in the drawer of the closet.”

He nods and goes to look. After a bit of moving some unfolded clothing, he found a pack and excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, Tucker was on the controller and screaming at Mr. X.

He smiles softly at them. These times of the months always sucked ass but at least he had some buddies to make it less worse.

He tells Tucker that he should probably not use the handgun and goes to sit next to him again.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #trans!danny #tucker foley #sam manson #pride2020 #yellow yelling #nb!sam #they're all trans and gay #lmao look at me projecting to danny since im on my period rn

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Critical Components

First foray into Detroit: Become Human! This was supposed to be an entry for Comfortember, even though I didn’t get anything finished until the end of the month, but the plot ran away from me.

Summary: The real rescue wasn’t when Hank shot the bastard who stabbed Connor in the leg. The real rescue was when he pulled his friend out of the hellhole that was the official CyberLife repair facility.

* * *

“Jee-sus,” Hank whistled, crouching down to examine the scattered remains of the android they'd been searching for—housekeeping model, if he wasn't mistaken. “The hell happened here?”

Connor's LED was blinking yellow as he processed the crime scene—they were supposed to be here to question a witness to a homicide a few blocks away, but it looked like they'd just found another victim. “She's not intact,” Connor observed. Hank rolled his eyes—even he could see that. Between the wires and the splatter of blue blood and the plastic exo-skin that had been fucking carved off.

“Anything else?” he asked sarcastically.

“I mean not all of the components are present,” Connor clarified. He crouched beside Hank and gently turned over one of the biocomponents to check for the serial number. “These appear to be approximately twenty-three percent of an HK400 android.”

“Twenty-three percent?” Hank rocked back on his heels, staring down at the scattered plastic around them. “There's a lot more than that here, Connor.”

“Yes. It would appear these are the partial remains of at least seven androids.”

Hank rubbed a hand over his face. “Shit.”

“Indeed.”

“I'll call it in,” Hank announced as he shoved himself back up to his feet. “See if we can get an ID on the victims here, establish a pattern for this asshole.”

“If they were standard models that won't be difficult,” Connor replied, proceeding into the next room of the ramshackle townhouse. “Original factory parts would be registered under the android's serial number, as well as replacements from reputable establishements.”

“Yeah, here's hoping they were up to date on their warranties,” Hank grumbled. He turned aside to call dispatch, requesting a crime scene team and a tech from the department's newly-formed anti-android crime unit.

It had only been three months since the revolution and CyberLife going under, and things in Detroit were less than peaceful, to say the least. He'd been relieved when the captain had let Connor join the force, even if that meant the two of them handled most of the android cases. Again.

Funny, it didn't bother Hank as much as it used to.

“What else you got?” Hank called, wading through the scattered android pieces as respectfully as possible.

“Thirium. A lot of it. From at least eight different models.”

“Shit,” Hank hissed again. “All right, come on, let's wait outside for the CSI guys. No good contaminating this any further.”

There was a hint of movement in the next room and Connor leaned into the doorway. “I cannot contaminate a crime scene, Lieutenant. I do not leave DNA evidence or fingerprints, and I can process trace evidence in real time. It would be more efficient to begin processing the scene now.”

“Yeah, well, I'm not leaving you in here by yourself,” Hank argued. “Not with some yahoo who's been carving up androids on the loose. We'll wait for backup.”

One hand on his hip, Hank stared down his partner. The kid had to know he was right. They'd been expecting a witness, not a blood bath—there was no telling what (or who) could be in the rest of the house. Connor's LED flickered for a moment, then his shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. If Hank hadn't been around the kid almost 24/7 for the last three months now he might not have seen it, but there were benefits to having a newly-deviant android crashing on your couch.

Fuck. Living on your couch. Time to man up and face it...he was stuck with the kid.

Hank turned away to pick his way back through the android parts. God, that was creepy. Not as bad as finding bloody human parts, but still creepy. Some of them were intact enough he expected them to twitch back to life any second. What the hell was this fucker even doing?

There was a crash behind him, and Hank spun around just in time to see something leap out of a pile of refuse in the corner of the room and tackle Connor back into the back room of the house. Hank yelled out a warning and tugged his gun free, android pieces scattering as he ran for the next doorway.

“Hank!”

He pulled up short in the doorway. The thing, whatever it was, was grappling with Connor. They were too close together for him to get a clear shot, even when he saw the jagged knife in the thing's upraised hand.

“Hank, shoot him!” Connor gasped.

“Shut up,” Hank snapped. “You! Detroit Police! Hands up and back away.”

The thing sneered, a ragged hood falling back to reveal a man with scraggly hair and a wild-eyed expression. He threw his weight to one side, then the other, finally breaking free from Connor's grip enough to catch the android across the face with the blade.

Connor recoiled and the man threw himself backward, somehow rolling under Hank's guard before he could adjust and springing up with the knife upraised. But Connor was there, forcing the arm with the knife away from the man. The man spun Connor around so that he collided with Hank, knocking the lieutenant into the wall and sending his gun sliding away.

Hank swore again and tried to back away further as the knife flashed through the air. He knew it caught on Connor's arms more than once, but he didn't wait to see. As soon as he had a clear path Hank was diving for his gun, sliding around on the broken tile floor to get into a firing position.

“Hank!”

Oh god. He'd finally gotten himself turned around the right way in time to see the man plunge his knife into Connor's right leg. And again. And again. Connor toppled back, trying to shove the man away as his own blue blood splattered across the older stains on the tile.

The knife flashed again. And again. He was carving his way up Connor's leg, to his stomach, toward his thirium pump...

“Hey!” Hank bellowed. As he'd hoped, the man straightened up and whirled around to face him, knife still dripping blue blood, eyes bloodshot and wild. Hank squeezed the trigger—Connor was sprawled on the ground, out of the line of fire—and three shots caught the man in the chest and sent him collapsing on top of the android.

“Connor?” Hank swarmed to his feet and hurried over, peeling the corpse of their attacker away. “Fuck, Connor, you okay?”

He wasn't. The kid grabbed at Hank's arm, LED flickering red, shaking in shock or pain or whatever the hell damaged androids went through. There were superficial cuts across his arms and face, but the stab wounds in his leg and up his body were leaking thirium and Hank could see the severed ends of sparking wires through the tears in Connor's exo-skin. “Can't...I can't...”

“Hang on, son,” Hank shucked his jacket off and draped it over the kid, more to keep Connor from staring at the damage to his own body than to protect him from further damage. He tugged his phone off his belt and dialed dispatch again, free hand wrapping around Connor's thirium-stained fingers. “This is Anderson. We need a repair tech, now, Connor's been hit....”

* * *

They hadn't let him ride in the ambulance. They hadn't let him come to the emergency room. Hell, they hadn't even responded to his calls until the captain practically got a fucking court order. Now, three days later, he was finally here.

The Facility.

Hank pulled up outside the dour gray building and stared at it for a moment. The repair techs had just whisked Connor away, assuring Hank that he'd get the best care and come back in perfect working order—in a week to ten days.

That was bullshit. He was getting the kid now.

Nobody liked to be in the hospital, especially the fucking android hospital where they didn't even allow visitors. In the days since the revolution most of the CyberLife outlets and repair shops had closed, leaving just the central repair facility. By all accounts it was a miserable place, more like a factory than a hospital. Maybe that was acceptable when androids were nothing more than machines, but not now. Connor hadn't even been activated for a year now and he'd already spent too damn long on his own, no way was Hank leaving him hurt and alone in some soulless factory.

Hank climbed out of the car, still staring at the building. It was a massive, U-shaped structure, with the entrance at the bottom of the U. That part of the building housed the reception and technician offices, the actual wards themselves were in the two wings that stretched out to the back. The open space in the middle of the U was reserved for loading bays, lining up to each ward...because they shipped the broken androids here like so much freight and then just shipped them back out.

He ignored the “No Visitors”, “By Appointment Only”, and “CyberLife Authorization Required” signs on the door and shoved his way in.

The receptionist—human receptionist, he noticed with some surprise—smiled up at him patiently from behind the long counter. “Can I help you?”

“Uh, yeah,” Hank dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out the sheaf of papers with the official stamp of the Android Liberation Committee on the top. “I'm here to pick someone up.”

The woman's brow furrowed in concern as she took the documents. “I'm sorry, we don't handle the release of repairs here. Your android will be returned to you once repairs are completed—you should have received an email with that information, you can check its repair status there.”

It. Hank had meant to remain calm and civil. These were civilians, after all. Just doing their job, after all. It wasn't their fault that they were stuck in a shitty situation with dumbass rules. But hearing the receptionist casually refer to Connor as an it had Hank seeing red.

Hank slammed one hand on the counter, next to the paperwork, making the receptionist jump. “He's not a fucking it. He's my partner. I spent three goddamn days putting this shit together, and it says I can take him home. Got it?” He jabbed his finger against the paperwork to emphasize his point.

The receptionist had gone pale, but she picked the documents back up and thumbed through them. “Lieutenant Anderson?” she finally asked meekly.

“That's right.” Hank had leaned back a little, but still kept one hand on the counter.

“I'm sorry, sir...I was told to expect you, I just...you'll find your andr...uh, Connor...in bay D-19.”

He didn't wait for her to offer to guide him—not that she did—and snatched the paperwork out of her hands. There were clear signs on the walls behind her, pointing that wards A and B were to the left and C and D to the right, and just inside the hall to the right was a further map of the Facility.

Ward D was the ground floor, at least, so no finding an elevator or stairs. Hank stared at it for a moment, seeing nothing but big, warehouse-like spaces on the map, labeled with numbers. 1-80, 81-160. 161-240 and so on. So...D-19 must be in the first big room?

He glanced at the other side of the map and froze for a second. There were a jumble of labs and technical spaces all in ward A, the top floor. Ward B had only one label...Recycling and Incinerator. Fuck. They shipped androids off to be repaired less than a hundred yards from the place built to destroy them.

Hank shook himself off and stormed down the hall, easily finding the double doors that lead to the room he needed. But as if his day couldn't get any more horrifying, he pulled up short again when he saw what was on the other side.

He thought he'd been prepared for this, prepared to see some clinical, impersonal repair lot. Androids hanging in racks until their repairs were completed, or shoved into little cabinets. Tiny cubicles with the walls covered in diagnostic machinery...the chair from A Clockwork Orange, complete with headgear to keep an android's eyes pried open for whatever the hell they did.

These were just...beds. Four rows of twenty, each in a numbered space marked out on the floor, all lined up side by side in a massive room barely lit by bare bulbs overhead. Each bed had an IV stand and a monitor attached, the glow of the monitors casting a lurid green light over the androids beneath them.

When he stepped closer, he realized the androids were all strapped down. And hell, these weren't even beds—they were tables. Bare metal tables. The androids had their skin programs deactivated and most of them weren't even clothed, just smooth, blank plastic as far as the eye could see. They were all in stasis, or something like it, lying still and quiet with their eyes half-closed.

Hank hurried to the first row and followed it back, almost to the end of the row. Even in the dim light he recognized Connor before he got there—they'd deactivated the kid's skin like everyone else, but they'd just cut parts of his uniform away to tend to his wounds, so the scraps of his dark jeans and button-up shirt were a stark contrast to the pale gray exo-skin. Just like the others, he was so motionless on the table he could have been an empty shell, only the incomprehensible data scrolling past on the monitor seemed to indicate there was anything left alive in there.

“Connor?” Hank winced when his voice seemed too loud in the quiet space around him. He leaned over the side of the table to rest one hand on the android's face. “Hey, Connor, you in there?”

“Mr. Anderson?”

Hank glanced over his shoulder to see a dark-haired man in a lab coat standing a few feet away. “Lieutenant,” he corrected. He didn't extend his hand to shake, and the other man didn't offer. “I have clearance to take him home.”

“I'm William Adair, I'm the chief technician who worked on your RK800,” Adair explained. He had a tablet in his hand and was swiping through notifications. “I was hoping to catch you before you made off with it.”

It again. Hank ground his teeth, forcing himself to stay calm this time. He wouldn't help anyone if he decked Connor's technician. “Yeah, well, here I am.”

“Of course,” Adair smoothed one hand over his hair and looked up at Hank. “I know this is an awkward question, but you are aware that your android is a prototype?”

“He's not really my android,” Hank growled. “He's his own fucking person. Nobody owns him.”

Adair's smile was condescending. “And yet it has a registration number engraved on its chassis. But I didn't come here to discuss philosophy, as...interesting...as that might be with a person of your character. I came to make a proposition.”

Hank, still seething from the technician's callous behavior, folded his arms across his chest. “Answer's no.”

“But you don't even know what I'm offering!” Adair protested. He dropped his tablet on top of Connor's feet and pushed past Hank to make an adjustment to the monitor. “As a prototype, your android was built with state-of-the-art software I've never seen before. Some of these biocomponents are so specialized we can't even begin to understand them. I sent scans to the lab, but if you would authorize-”

“Is he good to go?” Hank cut in. He wasn't interested. Even if he had owned Connor, he wouldn't sell his partner to be picked apart by people like Adair.

Adair sighed. He leaned across the table to pick up his tablet and swiped through a few more screens. “We had to rebuild most of the synthetic muscle in its right leg,” he explained. “The damage was similar to a severed hamstring, so it isn't as simple as replacing a damaged component. The repairs are completed but they haven't fully calibrated with its systems. I don't see why you'd want to take it home right now anyway, it's just going to lie in the corner and need routine adjustment as the synthetic muscle molds to its structural framework. Might as well leave it here where it's out of your way.”

Hank's hands tightened into fists. If there had been any other technician in sight he would have decked this little asshole and found someone else to release Connor. As it was he had to be a god-damn nice guy. “That's my decision to make,” he ground out.

“Very well,” Adair shook his head. “Pity. We could have learned so much.” He must have sensed Hank's impatience, as the technician's hand starting tapping out commands on his tablet. The cords binding Connor to the table broke apart and retracted into the table, and the monitor began running new lines of code.

Connor shifted on the table. It wasn't much, just his head turning a little to one side and his eyelids moving, but it took a weight off of Hank's chest. “Connor?” he was back up beside the kid again, picking up one cold, plastic hand. “It's okay, son. I'm right here.”

The android shifted again, eyes opening, blinking as though he was having trouble focusing. Adair let out an impatient sigh and tapped something else on the tablet. The monitor whined in protest and Connor's back arched as he shuddered against a sudden jolt of electricty.

“The hell you doing!” Hank demanded, whirling on Adair, still holding Connor's hand. He'd felt that, felt the shock race through his friend's body.

“We can't just wait around for it to come out of stasis,” Adair complained. “You wanted to get it out of here and that's what I'm doing.”

Connor's other hand came up to grip Hank's forearm, and he turned around in time to see Connor fighting to sit up. Hank stepped in a little closer, sliding his arm behind the kid's shoulders to pull him up, letting him lean a bit against Hank's chest.

“H-Hank?”

“It's me, son,” Hank replied. He rubbed his hand across Connor's shoulders, watching as the android's skin projection slowly crept back across his face. “Ready to blow this joint?”

Connor was staring down at his body, at the smooth patches of skin that showed through his torn clothing. “My repairs are incomplete.”

“They're close enough. We can take care of the rest at home.”

Adair let out a long, unhappy sigh. “I'll send you the adjustments it'll need. You'll have to keep an eye on it over the next three days. If that's all you need, I trust you can find your own way out.”

“Wait a second, hang on,” Hank twisted to glare at the technician. “Got a wheelchair or something?”

“A wheel...of course not,” Adair shook his head. “Why would we need one of those?”

Hank rolled his eyes. “He's gotta keep off that leg for a while, right? How else is he supposed to get outta here?”

“It's supposed to remain in the Facility for another four to seven days,” Adair retorted. “Then its table would be wheeled to the loading dock where it could be crated to be shipped to your residence or a retail location.”

“Well that's not happening,” Hank released Connor to fold his arms across his chest. “So think of something.”

Adair's face flushed. “Mr. Anderson, you have no authority-”

“Lieutenant,” Hank interrupted, emphasizing his rank. “Do you want me to call my captain down here to have another word with you? Or do you want to get me a fucking chair?”

The technician stared at Hank, fury twisting his features, then he spun on his heel and stalked away. Hank huffed out a sigh and leaned back against the table, knocking into Connor's shoulder as he did. “You okay, kid?”

Connor was silent for a moment. “I appear to be functioning at 74% capacity.”

“Not what I meant.” Hank turned until his side was against the table so he could look Connor in the eye. “They treat you okay here?”

There was a hesitation—probably a fraction of a second, but long enough for someone who lived with an android to notice—before Connor spoke again. “I have no complaints.”

“Bullshit,” Hank waved his hand at the space around them. “This is...this isn't right. They just knock you out and tie you to a table. Plenty to complain about.”

Connor looked down. “Not... completely.”

“What's that?” Hank leaned closer to his partner. “What's that mean?”

“Nothing, Hank. Forget it.”

“Nuh-uh.” He ducked down, trying to see eye-to-eye with the kid again, resting one hand on top of Connor's. “I can do this all day, Connor. What do you mean 'not completely'?”

Connor sighed, still staring at his hands. “The stasis here...it's not a complete stasis.”

Hank felt his eyebrows shoot up. “Not complete?”

“We still have...there is still auditory and tactile input.”

He tried to line those words up in his head, find their meaning in plain English. “Hang on. Are you saying you could hear and feel everything those bastards were doing to you?”

“It is common for an android to be aware of what repairs their system is undergoing,” Connor explained. “During the course of our first investigation I was subject to repairs on more than one occasion. It just feels...different now.”

Invasive, Hank's mind supplied. Bodily autonomy was a bitch. And, judging by what that Adair creep was saying, who knew what else the techs would poke around with when they got their hands on someone like Connor. “When we get home you're gonna tell me everything those bastards said and did while you were under,” he said, voice low, as the sound of squeaking wheels got closer. “Then we can decide if the Liberation people or the captain need to know further, all right?”

Connor nodded, clearly uncomfortable at this line of conversation. Hank folded his arms to watch Adair's struggling form come closer, dragging a dark shape behind him in the dim light.

It was a fucking office chair.

“That's all we have,” the technician snapped, seeing the expression on Hank's face. “You asked for something with wheels, this is what we have. Unless you want me to get one of the refuse bins from the incinerator.”

Hank rolled his eyes. “Let's get out of here, Connor.”

Oh well. It was better than nothing.

* * *

“Sumo, down!” Hank hissed, trying to shrug Connor a little higher. The android's right leg was too weak to hold him up, and had been locked in a complicated brace that kept him from bending his knee. Thanks to the office chair they'd gotten him to the car at the Facility, where he'd been able to stretch out in the back seat, but once they got home Hank had to haul him into the house on his own.

“Little farther,” he grunted, shuffling slowly through the living room, one arm around Connor's back with the android's arm draped across his shoulders. “Sumo, no! Kitchen, boy, get in the kitchen!” Of course the big, furry oaf would decide to lie down directly in their pathway, just as both men were about to lose their strength.

“Your fault,” Hank grunted as they shuffled past the dog. “You spoil him.”

Connor gave a breathless laugh, which turned into a groan of relief as Hank finally eased him down onto the couch. “You spoiled him first.”

“Yeah, well,” Hank scrubbed a hand through the thick fur on the top of the dog's head. “I'm a sucker.” He studied Connor for a moment then made his way to the bedroom closet. “When's the first adjustment?” he called over his shoulder.

“In...ah, in an hour,” Connor replied. As far as Hank could understand, the synthetic muscle in Connor's right leg needed to be stretched back into place, but it could only be done in increments. Every few hours they'd need to change the dials on the brace on his leg, which would stretch the muscle out another fraction, then Connor would need to rest so his healing program could strengthen the fibers of his muscle. It was a long, painful process and Hank could understand why it was the sort of thing usually handled by android repair facilities...but that place had been a nightmare.

And now? Now that he knew Connor would be aware of it the entire time anyway? Yeah, he was better off staying at home, even if it meant waking them both up every three hours for the next four days.

Hank came back out with a pair of basketball shorts and a sweatshirt from Connor's minimal stash of non-office clothing. “Wanna get changed?” he offered. The Facility hadn't done anything to replace Connor's clothes. Hank supposed if they had gone through the whole repair they might have shipped him back in a standard android uniform, but...shit. The less they had to do with that place the better.

Connor struggled up to his elbows, fighting with the buckle on his belt. Hank held up a hand and dropped the clothes on the back of the couch, digging out his knife instead. The clothes were ruined anyway; might as well save the kid some pain and just cut them off the rest of the way. At least the shorts were loose enough to slide over the leg brace, and Hank had helped injured (and intoxicated) colleagues enough that it wasn't completely awkward to help his friend dress.

Sweatshirt and shorts in place, Connor practically slumped into the sofa, one hand rubbing at his side where the new repair was obviously still tender. “Thank you, Hank.”

“Hey, you've dragged my drunk ass around too many times to count,” Hank replied, dodging the kid's gratitude. It felt...awkward. Connor was just so damn earnest about everything. “It's only fair.”

“Not just that,” Connor shook his head. “The Facility. It's not a very comforting place. It's not...easy to remember who you are when they still tell you you're a machine.”

“Yeah,” Hank grunted. He leaned over the back of the couch, drumming his fingers against the cushion. “The way that Adair guy was talking. Did he say anything to you? Y'know, while you were under?”

Connor didn't answer right away and Hank didn't press him, letting the silence stretch out between them. “He kept talking about how valuable my biocomponents are,” Connor finally answered.

“That bastard.”

“Wondered what kind of offer you would take, if CyberLife would release any programming files for comparison. Like I was...”

“A machine,” Hank finished. “Yeah. Guy was a real scumbag.”

Connor closed his eyes and folded his hands over his stomach, exhaustion starting to pull him under. “I would prefer not to return there, if possible.”

Hank chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Just don't get stabbed next time, then.” He tugged the blanket off the back of the couch and spread it over Connor. Get some rest. See you in...forty-eight minutes.”

The kid was already asleep...in rest mode...in stasis...whatever it was, by the time Hank parked himself in the recliner.

That Adair bastard could bite him. Connor wasn't going anywhere.

* * *

(The original plan was: Hank rescues Connor from the android “hospital” because it turns out android hospitals are actually terrible places. Then I had to show why Connor was in the hospital. Then the head technician turned into an absolute bastard. Then I realized it wasn’t just a comfort fic anymore and I was building a world around this little grain of an idea. So here it stands, on its own.)

#detroit become human #fic #fanfic #hank anderson #connor #hurt/comfort #android headcanon #android repair headcanon #stabbing #dehumanization #hank anderson swears #only a little less than me #post-peaceful revolution

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