#when i saw the post i immediately screeched and went to grab this

[foxes81ofanime]

WAIT I HAVE ONE TO ADD

c ryin

[probablyintensemuses]

Dating Armando Aretas Would Include:

Grumpy x Sunshine Edition

🎧- Enchanted: Taylor Swift

pairing: Armando Aretas x black fem! reader

themes: grumpy x sunshine w/drabble

warnings: mentions of trauma & abuse, strong language, and a bit of gore.

authors note: I saw Bad Boys 4 again last night and it’s really refueled my Armando obsession, so more headcannons, drabbles, and fics on the way.

✨First Encounters✨

You and Armando meet in the worst of circumstances.

He, his father, and Marcus were on the run as wanted men, and you were the first person Mike thought to turn to after the attack at Tabatha’s.

Which he wasn’t wrong, you’d give your left kidney to Mike he’s saved you so many times.

You had let them into your small apartment, offering them clothes, food, and shelter until they could get in touch with the rest of the Ammo team and sort this shit out.

Armando had taken an interest to you then. Your house was warm and cozy, lived in. A small, plush couch, next to a coffee table littered with medical books. A kitchen stacked with teas and espressos , a dresser with vintage vinyls and a record player beside it. This was the kind of house he’d like to live in if he lead a different life.

You remember walking over to him, a picture of your parents and you when you were young in his hands.

“Those are my parents,’ you say. “I was ten then.”

Armando’s gruff exterior takes over though, and he doesn’t give you as much as a word back, let alone a thank you for feeding and housing literal fugitives.

You figured it was just him though and let it roll off you back like water.

You all got some sleep and the next day Mike asks you to drive them out to Dorn’s house on the dock. You agree and begin to load up the truck with guns, water, food, and extra clothes for the drive.

This is when Armando starts to question who you are and the legitimacy of your actions. Last person Mike trusted fucked them over, and he wasn’t having that shit again.

So he pulls his father aside and confronts him on the situation: you.

“How can we trust her?” Armando says, not far out of earshot of you.

“She’s good for it, trust me.”

“Didn’t you say that the last time and we got sold out. Don’t forget there is fucking five million dollar bounty on our heads. We can’t trust no one!” He whisper-shouted.

Mikes shoulders dropped. “I saved her life when she was younger, and I used to work with her parents. Trust me, she’s not going to pull a fast one. Because if she was, she would have done it already.”

Armando looked over at you, you’re dressed in a tank top, and that’s when he notices the cuts and burns littering your left arm. He sucks in a deep breath eyeing Mike who looks at you with sympathy too. There’s a story there, he’ll piece it together later, but for now he guesses you’re his only hope of getting out alive.

✨Post-fallout ✨

After you didn’t screw them over, and got them safety to Dorn’s, Armando found himself limping towards your apartment, blood trailing behind his feet.

Mike had sent him, and for some reason, at that moment, your place felt like exactly what he needed.

With the last of his energy, he banged on your door. Shortly, you answered and immediately went into panic mode.

The moment you let him inside, Armando crashes to the floor, passing out.

You screech and get every first aide equipment you have on hand and begin to bandage him up and stop the bleeding.

It took two bloody, sweaty hours, but you eventually got him all closed up.

Armando woke the next morning in a bed he didn’t recognize. This sent him into a frenzy. He went to shoot up out of the bed, but the soreness of his injuries knocked him back down.

“Fuck,” he moaned, grabbing at his torso.

From the living room, you turn down your headphones at the sound of movement. Armando must be awake.

Two days of rest, not bad.

You move towards the microwave and reheat the breakfast you had made him, pour some orange juice, and bring a whole heck of a lot of water and pain-pills.

Tray in hand, you kick open the door and slip inside your bedroom.

“Good morning.” You smile, setting the tray on the bed by his side. “How do you feel?”

“What the fuck did you put in this.” Armando asks, eyeing the food.

“Eggs, bacon, and toast.” You snicker.

Armando lifts a piece of toast, taking a bite. “If I die from this, I’ll kill you.”

“Noted, Sarg.” You salute.

You watch Armando eat his food with a smile on your face.

Eventually he looks up at you scowling. “Why are you staring at me.”

You shrug. “I’m just happy you’re okay.” You say truthfully.

“Well,’ Armando takes a swig of water, downing the pills. “Go be happy somewhere else.”

Your shoulders drop and you let out a sigh, you knew Armando was tough, but geez, you practically saved his life. Would it kill him to be a little nice?

But still you smile when you say, “okay, well if you need me, I’ll be out in the living room studying. Feel free to roam around, I don’t mind.”

It was a couple hours before Armando had come out of your room, limping over to the kitchen and rummaging through your fridge.

“I’m making dinner right now,’ you say, pausing your television show. “It’s a roast with veggies.”

“I want a beer.” He grumbles.

“Well I don’t have beer, but I do have wine.” You say, pointing to you collection of reds and whites.

“ I don’t want wine.”

“Okay, so what do you want me to do?”

Armando comes over to you, cornering you into the tiny space between your sink and the counter. “Get me a beer.”

“Let’s start over,’ you stick out your hand for a shake. “I think we’re at a misunderstanding of our situation.”

Armando frowns at your response, grumbling Spanish curses under his breath and walking away, slamming your door like a toddler.

The roast was done, and eventually you got Armando to come and have dinner with you…kind of.

He sat on the couch and watched the news, for updates on the status for his search, and you sat at the table, contemplating what to do with him next.

��Enemies, Friends, Roomates✨

Mike had told you harboring Armando would only be for a short while until he could figure something out with the D.A’s office….that was three months ago.

Eventually you got your bed back, Armando taking the couch, but not your sanity.

Living with Armando wasn’t easy. He was brash, stand-offish, stubborn, and mean.

You did everything to try and form some kind of bond with him, even buying him gym equipment offline, but it just never clicked for him.

Not until one night when you’re studying late for an exam and happen to fall asleep at the kitchen table, books all around you.

That’s when you fall into a nightmare. The man who ruined your life the star of the show, again.

It always starts the same. You and your parents living happily at the park. Your parents watch you as you swing higher and higher, giggles filling the air. Then a man appears at the edge of the park, beckoning your parents over. You scream and shout for them but they never turn back, they keep going to the man. And when he has your parents in his grip, he brandishes a knife, slicing them open.

You let out a blood curling scream, slamming awake and falling to the group. Sweat sticks your curls to your face as you cry and gasp for breath.

Armando’s up in a second, swarming you.

“Estás bien?’ He pats you down, checking you out. “What’s happened to you?”

You can’t do anything but cry. The man who’s ruined your life, he’ll never leave you…he made sure of that in many ways. His latching to you is so deep that you can’t even escape him when you sleep.

You finally are able to get some words out, tell Armando, “I had a nightmare. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,’ he helps you stand. “Maybe you should get some sleep in your bed.”

You’re shocked by his response, but you’re even more shocked by the way he helps you to your room.

“What are you doing?” You asks, confused.

“You just flew out your chair from a nightmare, what do you mean what am I doing? I’m helping you.”

“Yeah, I get that…but you never help me.”

Armando sighs, holding his hands at his hips. “You gonna tell me what it was about, or should I leave.”

You sigh. “When I was younger, my parents worked for the Miami Police Department. They were detectives and before I was born they ended up helping catch this serial killer. His name was Gunter Bennett but the media called him “The Gutter” because that’s how he killed. Years later, somehow he escaped prison. That’s when he came for my parents. He killed them in the middle of the night.’ You take an uneasy breath, finding birth relief and shock when Armando’s hand slips into yours. “And I was sure he was going to kill me too, but he didn’t…he did worse. He kidnapped me and kept me at some shithole for three years. Three.”

You rile up your sleeves and show all your burns and cuts. Armando remembers them from the first day he met you.

“It’s how I got these. That sadistic bastard,’ you cry. “He tortured me.”

Armando feels something in him snap hearing your story and seeing the ways it’s effected you, even now. He knows what it’s like to be harmed and loose the people closest to you.

So he shocks even himself with what does next, scooping you up like a wounded bird and nuzzling under the blankets with you.

You whimper and sniffle in his arms and he just hushes you, stroking your curls.

“It’s going to be alright, niña bonita, he’s gone now.”

Slowly, the exhaustion of work, school, and your tears overcome you and you both drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

✨My Lover✨

Armando was jealous.

You two had just spent the day out shopping, laughing and talking. Hell, you two live together! And yet you’re grinding on another man at the bar?!

The glass in Armando’s hand shakes and chips as he squeezes it further.

“Relax, muscle milk. You’ll break the glass.” Marcus says.

Armando scowls at him.

“I’m just saying, if you love her, tell her.” Marcus shrugs, walking away.

Armando scoffs. Love? Yeah right.

Did he feel close to you, yes.

Want to spend every breathing moment with you, yes.

Touch himself in the shower thinking about you, yes .

Oh fuck…he did love you.

Fuck! He loved you and you’re grinding another man!

Armando pushed out of his chair, it clattering to the ground in his wake.

He stalked over to you, grabbing your wrist and putting room between you and the man you danced on.

“ ‘Mando, what are you doing?” You stumble, clearly drunk.

“Let’s go.” He grabs you, chest heaving.

“Hey, wait!” You swat at him as he drags you through the bar and out the exit. “Why would you do that?” You whine.

“Because you’re drunk.” He rolls his eyes, slinging his leather jacket over your naked shoulders.

“I’m not!’ You whine, stumbling, luckily Armando catches you with ease. “I am.”

“You are. Let’s go.” He says, slinging you and carrying you bridal shower.

“Ah,’ you say, wrapping your arms around Armando’s neck and snuggling into him. “My knight in shining armor always takes such good care of me.’ You lean over, smacking his butt with a giggle.

“Shut up.” Armando says, resisting the urge to crack a smile.

Home, Armando tucks you into bed. He’s just about to walk away when you snatch his wrist, pulling him on top of you.

“Let’s play a game,” you whisper.

Armando rolls his eyes. “What kind of game?”

“Truth for truth. I tell you a truth and you do the same. “I’ll start.” You giggle.

“Tonight went exactly how I planned.”

Armando pulls back. “What do you mean by that?”

You shake your head and pout. “Uh uh. You’re turn.”

Armando sighs. “I don’t actually find you that annoying…anymore.”

“Ah, I knew it!” You laugh.

“Knew what?”

“Game over.’ You slump and snore, pretending to sleep.

“Stop it, you knew what?” Armando lifts you.

You bop his nose. “I knew that you loved me.”

Armando’s eyes get big. “What?”

“Me and kelly paid that guy to dance with me. We knew you’d get mad and that was all the proof I needed.”

“You’re a dick.” He starts to walk away, but you grab him by his belt loop.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You pull him back. “But you don’t have to be shy.” You hiccup.

Armando grumbles, nuzzling his face into your stomach. “And why’s that?”

You lift his head, angling it to face you. “Because I love you too.” You lean forward, placing a firm kiss onto his plump lips.

Armando reciprocates, opening his mouth turning the kiss fierce and hot. He climbs on top of you, mumbling against your lips. “And I thought you were supposed to be the nice one.”

You giggle. “Feels good to be bad for a change.”

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

From this post.

“I’m sad now…”

“Why?”

"Sad because you wouldn’t let me bully you—”

“...What?!” 

(Chaos, pure chaos 😅❤️ Merry Christmas Eve if you celebrate ❤️ :))

Eddie chucked the fake snowball as hard as he could in the blonde's direction, but he ducked just in time. "Dang it!"

Buck jumped back up. "Ha-ha!"

Eddie bolted the other side and the snowball that was just thrown at him skimmed the top of Chimney's head instead.

"Hey!" The shorter firefighter exclaimed from his spot behind the table.

"Sorry," Buck apologized before chucking another one at him.

Chimney threw the two in his hand at the blonde's retreating form. "Sorry my foot!"

Once his hands were empty, Hen yanked him back down. "Great, now we're out of ammo."

From his spot behind the counter, Eddie pointed at the two. "Nuh-uh, that's cheating. There's no teams in a snowball fight."

"Since when is that a rule?" Hen asked before lobbing a surprise snowball at him.

Eddie ducked as it soared right past where his shoulder had been.

Chimney's eyebrows furrowed together. "I thought you said we were out of ammo?"

"Well, now we are."

After a pause, Chimney nailed her in the head with another one before taking off. "Now we are."

"You!" The female firefighter grabbed the ball before taking off after him.

By now, the entirety of the Nashes's house was littered with all the fake snowballs. It looked like a snowy battlefield had found its way indoors.

A second later, Bobby walked in with Athena and the two immediately froze.

"Were we really gone that long?" Athena asked her husband.

"Didn't think we were," Bobby replied.

A moment later, Eddie came running and then screeched to a halt with wide eyes when he saw them.

A fake snowball bounced off of the dark haired firefighter's head before the rest of the room fell quiet.

"Mind explaining what happened?" The older police sergeant asked.

Eddie glanced over his shoulder at the mess. "Uhh . . . Well . . ."

Bobby held out his hand. "You know we got those for the kids, right?"

Eddie reluctantly dropped the fake snowball into his outstretched hand. "I know."

Suddenly, Buck jumped around the corner. "Gotcha!"

In response, Eddie ducked to avoid the fake snowball coming toward him.

And it hit Athena right in the forehead.

The blonde's eyes went wide.

Eddie stepped back.

"Gutsy move Buckaroo," Chimney muttered.

"I--I didn't---," the blonde began.

The older police sergeant glared at the younger man as she snatched up the fake snowball. "If that's how you want to play."

"No, wait! It was an accident!" Buck took off with Athena hot on his heels. "He moved out of the way!"

Bobby sighed.

A second later, Eddie slipped another fake snowball out of his pocket. "You snooze you loose Cap."

The older fire captain barely flinched as the snowball bounced off of his chest. He then took the one in his hand and watched it sail right past the dark haired firefighter before jumping into the fray.

[alaydabug2]

Can't remember of I ever posted this on here

If not here it is!

(Tam Pov)

Tam ran as fast as he could. Lady Giselle was catching up to him--- and fast! He was so tired. He just wanted this stupid war to be over.

Him and Linh had just gotten into another fight. Accused him of siding with Rayni. Which he was. Because she was just like them both.

Her parents didn't care about her enough to make sure someone would take care of her. So when her parents were exiled, she was left all alone. Just like him and Linh.

Tam wasn't sure if he would've done the same thing if he was in her position, but he was able to see where she was coming from. She just wanted a place to stay, someone to take care of her. Why couldn't Linh just see that?

Their argument had left him shaken. She told him that if he was going to be like that, he should've just stayed with the Neverseen. That hurt. A lot.

Now Giselle was chasing after him, and he was starting to consider giving up. But the sound of footsteps running behind him made him snap out of it. He just couldn't do it. It went against everything he'd done to keep going. He couldn't give up after getting so far, after climbing his way up from rock bottom.

So he kept running. Kept his feet pounding against the grass. Sweat trickled down his face. He wiped his brow. A tree was coming up near him. If he was just able to get to it, he could levitate up to one of the branches he--

A hand grabbed his arm. Lady Giselle pulled him up against her, a dagger at his throat. This was it, it was over. He sucked in a ragged breath, possibly one of his last.

Tam looked into her cold eyes. She didn't look a bit remorseful as the blade pressed harder against his throat. Pain seared his skin, and a dribble of blood dripped down his neck. She was enjoying watching him suffer.

He squeezed his eyes just, bracing for the worst. A scream made them shoot back open. It wasn't his scream, was it?

Linh came sprinting out of the woods. Terror appearent on her face. She tackled Giselle, and Tam went rolling across the ground in a tangle of limbs and bodies.

He landed a couple of yards away from Giselle and his sister, who were in a scuffle. He wanted to go and help, but the shooting pain in his ankle wouldn't allow him. He must've twisted it.

What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. He could only watch as Giselle went in and swiped with her dagger. It landed in Linh's side.

Linh on the other hand, refused to go out without a fight. With her last bit of strength, she lunged at Lady Giselle and embedded her knife in her chest, right at the heart. Giselle immediately fell, gasping for air. Linh stumbled forward a few feet before collapsing to the ground.

Tam found the strength in him to wobble onto his injured ankle to his sister. Tears fell down his face, Linh staring up at him with her own.

"LINH!" He screeched. "Gosh, no. Please, no!"

She wearily looked up to him. She cracked a weak smile. "Take that as my apology. Please, it's the least I could do."

He pulled her into his lap. "I didn't want you to get yourself KILLED!"

"I wasn't intending that either." She looked down at her side. Blood pooled around them. Her jaw trembled.

"You-you can't leave me! I need you." His voice wavered. "We can get you to Elwin, it will be alright! We just--"

"Tam!" she interrupted. "I'm so sorry. For...so many things." Her voice was horse, she sounded weaker by the second. "I've been awful to you. I came to find you to apologize, and then I saw you here. I...I didn't know what to do. I couldn't let her do that to you, especially not without trying to make it up to you."

He choked on his words a couple times before he was able to say, "I forgive you. I love you. So, so much."

"I love you too, please don't forget that. Don't...don't forget about me."

"Never," he whispered.

He held her close to him. He heard her breath turning ragged and slow down. She gave him one more pained smile before it faded from her face. Forever.

Her eyes closed, and her body went limp in his arms. Tam clung to his sister, never wanting to have to let her go, and held her to his trembling sobbing chest.

His sister, his best friend, his lifeline, was gone. For good.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Simon Ghost Riley x Reader (The Living Kill Too) Ch.4

I don't own any characters other than Jack and Josie. Warning: blood and gore, mentions of past sexual assault and zombies. Just as an FYI I may be posting more often. I broke my L2, L3 and L4 Vertebrae being bucked off a horse so resting means more writing to keep myself from going insane with boredom.

The next morning you woke to see Josie by the back door packing all the food items from the cellar. “What’s going on”, you mumbled, still half asleep. “Ghost wanted to load up the food and supplies you got at the hospital into the truck. He said we will be heading back to your base tomorrow”, she happily replied. You nodded and went outside to see Ghost coming up the back fields in the old 1983 C30 red and tan chevy. 

When he pulled into the back yard he shut the engine off, and approached you. “How are ya’ feelin’?”, he inquired. “I’m sore, but I’ll be alright”, you said, letting your eyes fall to his feet. You felt dirty and you let that little voice nag at you for not fighting hard enough. Ghost knew better than you were truly alright because he wasn’t alright after what happened to him. The mask, his fucked up mind and his persona while wearing said mask was proof of that.

 “Is it okay if I take a look at your face? Want to make sure there’s no major swellin’ “, he explained. You nodded as he took your chin and tilted your face up. You could tell as soon as he realized how bad it truly looked in the light of day that he was angry. “I’m sorry”, you replied, trying to look down again. “Love ya’ have nothin’ ta be sorry for. It wasn’t your fault I swear to ya’ I’ll make him suffer more when we get back to base”, he hushed. 

“I thought you killed him”, you responded. “Nah love, I want him to suffer. No easy way out for him until I think he has paid for what he not only did to ya’ ,but what he did to Josie' ', he confided. You blinked a couple times then nodded as his hand went back to his side. You tried to help Josie load the bed of the truck, but she kept shooing you back inside. You made lunch as they finished loading the bed of the truck. 

“So what’s with the small livestock trailer? You could only get one cow in there”, you asked Ghost. “It’s for transportin’ that bastard back and the rest of the food”, he responded. As you cooked dinner you could hear the curses and yelling as Ghost dragged your attacker into the back of the livestock trailer. You stepped onto the back porch and watched in satisfaction as Ghost gagged him and punched him several times. 

Ghost looked up at you and nodded as if giving you reassurance that everything was okay. When the livestock trailer had been loaded the rest of the way Ghost secured it with a chain and padlock he had found in the old barn. When he came in you gave him his portion of food and soon Jack and Josie made their appearance from the living room. As you all sat around the fire trying to stay warm it started to thunder outside. 

“Great another night of storms”, Josie lamented. “Could be worse”, you replied. The night was unsettling. You could have sworn on several occasions you could hear dead screeching in the distance, but it was probably just a wild animal. Being the only one still awake you walked to the mud room to get more firewood. You could have sworn you saw movement outside, but played it off as your imagination.

Once the new logs were placed on the fire you sat back thinking over what had happened the last couple of days. At first you cried then the anger set in where you wanted nothing more than to make that asshole suffer. You were so caught up in your anger you didn’t hear the slams against the door until it crashed in. Ghost jumped up immediately grabbing for his rifle, and Josie woke and screamed as the deadhead showed its ugly maw letting out a shriek. Without even thinking you grabbed the poker for the fireplace and ran towards it.

All of the anger you felt about what had happened to you fueled you. You raised the poker above your head and hit it hearing a sickening crack. You swung over and over until Ghost grabbed your arm to stop you. “Is it dead?”, Josie inquired. “It was already dead to begin with”, you replied. “You know what I meant”, she huffed. You nodded as Ghost stepped out on the porch saying something about a perimeter check.

When you turned away from what you had done Josie was holding a crying Jack. She tried to quiet him, but nothing seemed to help. He cried even when Josie tried to hand him a carved horse you had as a decoration. It almost seemed like he knew something was very wrong, and it unsettled you that much more. 

Ghost came back saying he didn’t see anything out there, but it was strange that there was only one. Ghost stayed up to keep watch after that where you finally fell into a fitful sleep. When you woke it was mid-day and the clouds had lightened some. Ghost eventually came back in the house to inform you he wanted to search some of the small shops on the main street before leaving. 

You agreed to go with him and Josie decided to follow along. Most of the shops had been ransacked, but the local pharmacy still had some things on the shelf. You grabbed the cold and flu meds as you never knew if you would need them. Another thing you saw was a box of condoms and you shook your head as a memory hit you. 

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“So what do you want me to get?”, you asked Kane. “We need more condoms," he laughs. “Oh do we now”, you responded. “Suit yourself I wouldn’t mind being a dad”, he told you seriously. You both had been talking about getting married and starting a family. “I’ll get ‘em”, you said through the phone. “Oh if they have those chips I like I want some”, he told you. “Alright I’ll get them and meet you at home”, you replied. You grabbed the condoms and chips heading for the cashier. 

—-------------------

You opened the box and took the foil packets full of condoms since you could use them as gloves if needed. Then a scream from Josie had you sprinting to the back of the store. She was holding a deadhead at arms length while holding Jack in her other arm trying to shield him. You pushed it down then used the poker to attack. You noticed how you funneled your anger of what happened to you to destroy the head. 

Josie looked at you as Jack started to cry. “Are you okay?”, you asked. She didn’t say anything as she started shaking. “Come on, let's get back to the house”, you assured her. “Can you take Jack?”, she questioned. You nodded as she took off her swaddle and gave it to you. You placed Jack securely to your chest and made your way back to the house. You made sure to let Ghost know you were taking Josie back to the house. Once back at the house you loaded the rest of the supplies into the truck then decided to check Josie since she had been so close to the deadhead.

Josie let you check her over as you relaxed, finding no bites or wounds. She was clearly shaken up and you let her relax on the couch as you made sure everything was good to go. When you finished up Josie was watching Jack playing. “You know I always wanted a family and a nice small town they could grow up in. I never expected for this all to happen and bring a child into a world like this”, she told you.

“No one expected this, there was no way you could have known. You have to be strong for Jack”, you explained. She nodded as you handed her the poker so she would have a weapon. Then you went upstairs and into your old room. There stood the safe that had your most prized possession. Opening it up you grabbed your bow that you had made yourself with all of the intricate carvings.

The quiver and arrows sat there as well waiting to be used. There were also other guns and ammunition that could be useful. Not knowing if you would ever be back to get them you took everything to the truck. Ghost still wasn’t back, but you figured he would scavenge anything and everything useful. You decided to make sure that the bow string was going to hold up.

In the backyard were some old round hay bales that were dark brown and black, but would make perfect targets. You hadn’t used a bow in so long, but you hoped it would be a muscle memory as you notched an arrow. You went through the motions and let the arrow fly hitting exactly where you were aiming. Smiling to yourself you worked on your quick draw and yeah you were a little slower than you used to be, but you were hitting all of your targets.

“You’re pretty good with that antique”, Ghost mused. You jumped, having been startled as he watched your amusing reaction. “Well I would hope so since I was a state champion with archery in my high school”, you responded. He watched you carefully as you retrieved your arrows. “How’re ya holdin’ up?”, he asked. You knew what he meant, but tried to school your expression to be nonchalant. 

“I’ll be alright, besides I have to keep my focus here and now”, you replied. He watched you closely, but nodded, seeming to be happy with the answer. Ghost mentioned something about getting ready to head out, and to give the house a last once over to make sure nothing of importance was left behind. As you were making a last sweep through the basement there was a small envelope with your name on it. The handwriting was Kane’s and you hesitantly opened it to find some letters.

“(Y/N) if you’re reading this then it means I’m no longer around. I’m sorry for not trying harder to be there for you. I wanted you to know I love you so much and it’s not surprising that you outlasted me. You were always the stronger one in the relationship. I hope you didn’t cry too much over me because I more than likely died protecting you and I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Promise me that you will continue to fight. I was hoping that we would be able to have a family as much as that sounds fucked up now, but I did hope to secure this area and to grow old with you. If you find any other survivors just remember to be wary, but also give people a chance. If you end up finding another just know I would not hold it against you to love again. You always did say that the greatest thing about the world was love.

P.S. I always thought that was BS until we got together. Until we meet again whether that’s soon or way later (hopefully way way later) I love you and stay strong

Love,

    Kane”

You wiped your eyes of the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Then a small photo fell from the envelope. The picture was of you and Kane when you were assigned to his unit. Half of the people in the photo had died, but the others were scattered to the wind. You never really stayed in touch after the army, but you hoped they were out there surviving as well. 

Stuffing the photo into your bag you walked out to the truck. You squeezed into the middle seat since Ghost was driving and Josie was holding Jack in the passenger seat. You kept thinking about the letter and picture you had found that was now nestled in your pack. Jack fell asleep surprisingly fast as Josie kept her eyes out the window. Sleep claimed you soon after Jack had fallen asleep.

You woke to a small whimper from Jack and a shout from Ghost. When you looked at Josie her eyes were glazed over dead just like everything now in this wasteland. You panicked as she lunged her face toward Jack. Without thinking you shoved her against the door as Ghost yelled for you to move. Then you felt teeth sink into your shoulder as you reached for the door. 

It swung open and grabbing Jack you pushed Josie out the door as Jack wailed. Ghost had his gun trained on your head as he coaxed Jack from your arms. Ghost had pulled over to the side of the road. Before you could try to plead your case with Ghost his finger closed around the trigger and a sharp pain then darkness.

You jolted awake so hard it startled Ghost a little as the truck veered slightly. You quickly looked over at Josie who was fast asleep, and Jack was still sleeping soundly. “ ‘nother nightmare?”, Ghost questioned. “Yeah I feel like I’m getting them more often”, you replied rubbing your eyes. “It’s to be expected with what ya’ been through”, he stated. He looked at you briefly as you rubbed your eyes.

“Can I ask you a question?”, you asked. “Well ya’ just did”, he chuckled. The chuckle had your eyes widening, but he nodded for you to ask away. “When I stumbled upon you and Soap what happened before that?”, you blurted out. “We were out searchin’ for supplies when we ran across a band of guys who had made camp there. They shot at us, we shot back an’ Soap took a bullet that shoulda’ been meant for me”, he explained. “What were you doing out there?”, Ghost asked. 

“I was scavenging for food. When I told you that Kane died it was only two weeks before I met you and Soap. I was so disoriented after running for my life that I didn’t pay attention to where I was running. I got lost and basically kept wandering in and out of little towns. I had a week's worth of food with me so it wasn’t too bad until I realized I was out”, you explained.

“I was on the verge of giving up and ending it all before I stumbled into the outskirts of the town we met in”, you finished. Ghost kept glancing at you out of his peripheral vision as you admitted to thinking about killing yourself. How many times had he had those thoughts when his demons came calling. How many times did he put those thoughts to use to survive in a hostile environment.

He had seen the fire in your eyes when you had attacked that deadhead back at the house. He saw a little bit of himself in you even if it was a very small bit. He got a feeling or a need per say to protect you from any other harm. This was new, sure he felt some need to protect teammates, but this felt different like he wanted to take all your pain and make it his own. This was dangerous territory; he didn't need any attachments. 

Attachments could be deadly he had seen that even before the world went to shit. He shook his head a little as you yawned. “Do you want me to drive?”, you asked, not knowing what else to say. “Nah, besides here in the next couple hours I’ll stop so everyone can stretch their legs”, he told you. You nodded as you watched his hands on the wheel. Those hands that left heat on your body wherever they touched. The hands that held you when you were a sobbing broken mess.

He had taken care of you and as much as you hated to say it you started to look at him like you had looked at Kane. You chastised yourself knowing this was a horrible idea, but you wanted to get to know him. The silence consumed the truck cabin once again until it was interrupted by a yawn and a squeal. Jack was awake and Josie was still fast asleep. You carefully scooped him up into your arms and sat him in your lap as he pointed at different things. You told him the name of each thing he pointed at as he repeated them.

It was a game you both played until Ghost pulled off into a clearing. You gently woke Josie to let her know about the pit stop. Stretching had never felt so good, and right now you were enjoying the warmth of the sun. Ghost as always was on high alert as you grabbed some paper and walked into the woods to relieve yourself. You felt like you were being watched as you made your way back to the clearing.

When you made the clearing a shot rang out and Ghost yelled for everyone to take cover. You had a clear view of everyone and you could see that there were two shooters. One was starting to flank the vehicle that Ghost was hunkered down behind. You drew an arrow and fired, hitting the guy in the arm as he let out a scream. You notched another arrow and let it fly, this time hitting him in the chest. He went down, but you had stayed in your position too long as you felt hot pain go through your leg. You spun behind the tree and dropped trying to keep from screaming. 

Your leg was bleeding but it had a clean entry and exit wound. You didn’t have anything to stop the bleeding and you peaked around the tree to see Ghost was gone from his position. You heard screaming and swearing. When you peaked again the guy was in hand to hand with Ghost. You quickly crawled to the trailer and took position behind it. You notched an arrow and came from behind cover where Ghost was winning the fight.

In another couple moments Ghost plunged his knife into the guy's throat. He then did a quick perimeter check. He yelled for the all clear and that's when Josie and Jack appeared from behind a large tree. The adrenaline was wearing off and you collapsed to the ground. Pain from your leg was making your vision blurry with tears as you lay back and tried to breathe.

“You’re gonna’ be alright luv just hold on”, Ghost’s voice soothed. You watched through blurry eyes as he pulled his belt off with one hand. If you hadn’t been in pain you would have deemed that the hottest sight you had seen since the world went to shit. “I have ta’ apply a tourniquet”, he said accent getting thick. You nodded as he applied his belt above the wound and tightened it. “What are we going to do”, Josie asked. 

“We are gonna’ get her in the truck and drive like hell to the base”, Ghost explained. “I have ta’ pick ya’ up now luv”, he informed. You nodded as he slipped his arm behind your back and the other under your knees. Once in the truck Josie got in with Jack and Ghost hitting the gas as you try to stay conscious.

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Fender Bender | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Hakimi Sister!Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Angst turns into fluff / Mention of an accident / Enemies to Lovers

A/N: Thank you anon for requesting. Got a bit carried away because I’m really sick. Working on other requests so bare with me, hopefully will be posting again soon. Anywho hope you guys enjoy. Ciao .xoxo

(Y/N/N) - Your Nick Name

Another day, another reason to hate Kylian. I swear the days that Achraf has training or a match, it’s actually a nightmare for me to pick him up and drop him off.

I know it sounds ridiculous that I may be over dramatic but gosh I have a lot of patience and tolerance when it comes to me having to hear Kylian pass unnecessary remarks.

I could easily tell Achraf to get himself a driver but at the same time I don’t want to accept ‘defeat’ to Kylian’s 2 cent comments.

A few times he did say things that hurt me but I didn’t let it get to me, instead I said something twice as worse. It works every time.

I can distinctly remember the day he came over to our house and just so happens that evening I was going out for a girls night. I felt confident and content after quite a while since I don’t go out much. I wore a beautiful red dress that was fitting for our night out. All the happiness in me was drained when I saw Kylian’s face as I was leaving.

“Have you seen Achraf ?” I asked him as I went to grab my car keys. “He’s upstairs” he said as he leaned back on the counter. “Okay well I’m in a hurry, please tell him that I’m gone out and I’ll be back later. Just tell him to text me” I said hurriedly. “Okay I will…but are you trying to hide that you’re going on a date ? I’m surprised someone can actually tolerate you” he said with arrogance. “First of all, it’s none of your business and second of all, that’s pretty rich coming from you” I said lastly as I was just about to head out. “You know you don’t have to be a complete ass to be funny” I lastly said with my back still facing towards him before I slammed the door and left.

It’s been about 2 weeks since that happened and we haven’t spoken since then. A bit dramatic…I know. It’s quite obvious to me that he wants to say something stupid every time he sees me but something is holding him back. His need to be stubborn.

I was on my way to pick up Achraf from training, usually I leave early so I have time to park off and watch them train, especially Kylian. Is it bad timing that I think I caught feelings for him… but we’ll just pretend for now that those feelings don’t exist.

Unfortunately I was stuck in the midst of traffic as peak-hour was nearing. It didn’t bother me because I was used to it by now, as long as I have my playlist blasting, then I’m good to go.

Traffic seemed to have subsided when the cars ahead started speeding up, until the car in front of me hit dead brakes. I slammed on the brakes saving myself from causing an accident, but it went downhill when I heard tyres screeching and was hit so hard that I had whiplash. My head hit the dashboard with a hard thud as my car had unfortunately knocked into the one in front of me.

The pain immediately hit my head and I could feel a migraine incoming. Squeezing my eyes shut in hopes that it will miraculously help with the pain, it didn’t. I sat up and rubbed at my forehead before jumping out of the car. The middle aged man came rushing over to me, “Oh my god I’m so so sorry, are you okay ?” He asked worried. “No I’m not okay ! What were you thinking ?” I yelled. “Ma’am you were the one at fault, you suddenly slammed your breaks” he argued. “Excuse me ? What speed were you doing when we’re currently in peak our traffic ?” I yelled again. A middle aged woman joined our conversation, she was the one who got him by me. Thankfully she was siding with me and in a way she helped me cool down since I got hotheaded. I mean can you even blame me if this man ruined my afternoon and now I’m the one who has to endure the pain.

Luckily nothing happened to either of them, since I was sandwiched between both cars then I had to suffer. I ended up getting lost in the time phoning my mum and insurance that it didn’t occur to me that Achraf is done with training. It wasn’t until his name flashed on my screen and I felt like slapping my forehead, but I was already in enough pain.

“Heyy (Y/N/N) ! Where are you ? Normally you’re here quite early” he said. “Hey ! Uhh yeah about that… I met in an accident so I can’t make it” I said as I shut my eyes to erase the image of how upset Achraf is gonna be.

“Say what now ? You met in an accident !” He yelled on the other side. “Don’t stress, I’m okay. I thought mum would’ve called” I held back a laugh. “She did, I have like 5 missed calls from her and like 10 messages but I was more concerned why you weren’t here. Are you sure you’re okay ? I don’t think you are” he said worried. “I’m fine, really” I tried to ease his mind from stressing. “Please send me your location and send me pictures of the accident. I’m coming to you right now with Kylian” he ordered. Damn it. “I’m telling you to chill out because it’s-“ I argued. “Shut up please, gosh why are you so stubborn. Send me your location. Bye” he said lastly as he ended the call. I shook my head as I texted him my location.

I exchanged details with both drivers and we patiently waited till someone came over to fetch us. Of course my brother comes first and he’s here within 5 minutes. “Oh my god” Achraf said in shock as he took a quick glance at the car. “Are you okay ? Look at your forehead ! It’s red and looks like it’s swelling up !” He argued. “And you said you were okay” he mocked. Kylian came up from behind him and looked at me in shock. Do I look that bad ?

“Yes” “No” both of them said at the same time. Damn did I speak out loud ? “Why are we still standing here, we need to go to the hospital !” Achraf said. “But what about the car ?” I pouted. As if on queue, someone arrived to tow my car. Both Kylian and Achraf pulled me by my arms into the car, seating me in between them. “You guys are being so dramatic gosh” I rolled my eyes. “Have you taken a look in the mirror ?” Achraf raised a brow. “Uhm no. Should I ?” I asked concerned. “No no, you rather not” Kylian said from beside me. “It can’t be that bad” I scoffed as I opened my front camera.

My smile dropped and so did my heart when I saw the redness on my forehead as well as the slight swelling. My emotions took over as the tears welled up in my eyes and I burst out crying. “Oh my god I look terrible !” I sobbed. “(Y/N/N) stop crying. You’ll be fine and the swelling will be gone by tomorrow” Achraf said as he rubbed my back. “Don’t cry please” Kylian said as he pulled me in for a hug and rubbed my arm to try to calm me down. It actually helped.

As we reached the hospital, I was taken straight to the ER. I thought I was going alone to see the doctor but no. Kylian decided to join me since Achraf was sorting out the paper work and was keeping our mum updated. After the doctor consulted me, he prescribed me some medication and gave me an ice pack for now to quickly ease the swelling. Once he left the room, it was just Kylian and I. Pure silence - comforting but not awkward.

He walked from across the room to stand in front of me, I had no choice but to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry” he sighed. “For ?” I furrowed my brows. “For saying something so stupid the other day. It was meant to be a joke and I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings” he pouted. “It’s okay. I’m also sorry for snapping at you” I pursed my lips. “Don’t apologise, I deserved it” he half laughed. “Yeah you kinda did” I smiled. “I have to admit…these past 2 weeks have been terrible” he said as he took a seat next to me. “And why’s that ?” I asked. “Because I haven’t been talking to you… I know we play fight a lot but please don’t deny that deep down you feel something too. I missed your voice, I missed your smile, your laugh and especially seeing you angry”

“I hate to admit, but I feel the same way” I smiled. “Wait really ?” He said in shock. I nodded my head in reassurance. “That made my day…I’m sorry for the bad timing to drop this news to you. I swear I’ll make it up to you mon amour” he smiled as he then kissed my forehead. “Ky, my head is already buzzing from this accident. I can’t get butterflies too” I tried to not grin. “It’s okay, I’ll make the butterflies overpower the headache” he said as then peppered kisses all over my face.

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Hi there! So- @ajfromthestarss and @darlin-collins decided they wanted some angst and gave me the prompt "Darlin has a nightmare‼️ Sam comforts them🔥the nightmare was abt Quinn ‼️" So I wrote it. Fair warning- this is a bit intense, though it's also the first time I've posted angst before. But also, because I felt like this was pretty intense, there's some fluff at the end cause DAMN Darlin needs it. Also, It's 1,749 words so that's something.

Anyways, triggers: flashback to trauma, with mentions of character death and light details of body horror, there's a small panic attack and what I would consider a bit of a dissociative episode after the flashback, though that bit isn't too bad. I also kinda leaned into the canonicity of Darlin having body issues, specifically toward their scars so be aware of that. Like I said this was intense to even write about.

The ghosts of your past

You find yourself curled in bed, comfortable, scrolling on your phone. It was close to midnight and your mate was fast asleep next to you. Despite not needing sleep, he enjoyed it when the two of you would lay in bed together until one of you fell asleep. This time he was the one who fell asleep first.

You turn over onto your back, turning off your phone. Looking up at the ceiling, you thought about everything that had happened recently. Thoughts and feelings mixed in knots that desperately needed to be untied. Though, at that moment, there was no one there to untie those knots. No one to reassure you that everything would be okay. So, you let your mind wander, and before long, you were fast asleep.

When you opened your eyes, you felt for the dip in the bed where your mate layed. He wasn’t there which was to be expected with the way he slept. What was weird was that the dip didn’t even exist anymore. You got up, reaching for your phone on your nightstand, only to grab the air. Confused, you examined the room. It was familiar, you knew that much.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were in the small, unfurnished apartment you shared with him years ago. There was a gentle humming coming from outside the bedroom door. You recognized the humming from anywhere. He was here. Immediately your anger was pressed down by a solemn, calculated feeling. You took a deep breath and thought, “Now’s a better time than any, I guess.”

You opened the door, yawning while pulling up your hair into the signature bun you wore when you were with him. You noticed that your normal orange creme-colored pajamas had been replaced with some very old blue and white pajamas that you never wore anymore. You were nervous upon seeing your ex. Though, you didn’t know why. The last time you saw him you felt a strong deal of hate. You couldn’t recall the last time you had seen him for some reason. You didn’t care as you focused on the conversation.

“Hey, precious,” He smirked as he let a long breath of smoke out, almost like a dragon. The smoke detector was laid out on the kitchen island as he leaned against it. He never bothered to open a window, but he would put in all the effort to take apart a smoke detector… or at least mangle it ‘til it stopped screeching.

He handed you a cigar, to which you declined, “Not today…”

“C’mon precious, it’s just one. I know you don’t like them, but it’ll grow on you. Trust me.”

You ignored his comment, which seemed to get on his nerves. Though, he kept his cool as you spoke to him. You figured you’d pull the bandaid right off, “I- I think we should break up.” A chill went down your spine. It was that night. The night that you truly felt alone after so long.

“No,” you thought, “Not again. I can’t live through this night again. No. I- I have a mate. An actual mate th- that cares about me- Hi- His name is… What was his name?” You couldn’t remember your mate’s name even though it was on the tip of your tongue. You weren’t in control of your actions. You couldn’t tell him to fuck off. You couldn’t go see your friend, you couldn’t protect them. You were helpless to let this play out the way it always did. Whether it was in your head or in real life.

Your vision went black and within a few seconds, you found yourself wandering a dark void, helpless, alone, and scared. Eventually, you came across your friend, unempowered, helpless, and scared. They lay on the floor in front of you, staring into the abyss above you. Quickly, you rush to their side, worried. As you hold them in your arms, you take in the familiarity of their mutilated body. The bite marks, the scratches, even the small burns caused by your ex’s weak magic. You knew this part, you knew they’d still be alive you just had to get them to the hospital. You brushed their bangs out of their eyes, whispering gently to them, “Everything’s going to be okay, I can fix this,” but dropped them quickly when you realized their eyes were lifeless. You backed up quickly before bumping into something.

“Hello, precious,” your ex’s accent startled you as you whipped around, quickly to see nothing.

You heard him behind you again, “How’s your mate doing?” He spoke in the normal, teasing tone he used when he spoke to you last, “And his progeny? Oh, I’d give anything to see Fred now that I’m gone officially. Kind of makes me wish I had taken him the first time I met him.”

“How are you-”

“Nevermind that, I just wanted to let you know that no matter where you are. And no matter where I am, Sam is never safe-”

You wake up in a cold sweat and frantically look to your side. There he was, your mate, sound asleep. Catching your breath, you check the time… 3:34 am. You sigh and carefully make your way out of the room you shared with your mate, careful not to wake him up. You make your way to the bathroom after grabbing your clothing for the day. All of your thoughts and feelings were a jumbled mess.

You felt your heart was still racing as you walked over to the sink. You looked into the mirror, giving yourself a second to breathe. As you took your pajamas off, you examined the scars across your body. Slipping into your new clothes you thought for a moment, “These scars could’ve been avoided, had I not gotten with him.” Immediately you regretted your thought. If it weren’t for your ex, you wouldn’t have met your mate. Your mate that loved you, and cared for you. That didn’t excuse the things he did, and you knew that. You still held the same hate you had for him the moment he attempted to make your life a living hell.

After getting ready for the day, you sat in the kitchen drinking a coffee, thinking to yourself. You tried keeping your mind on other things, but nothing worked. You scanned the room for something to do, eventually, your eyes fell on your mate’s coat that laid across the sofa. Quickly, you finished your cup of coffee before grabbing a monster from the fridge and wrapping yourself in the coat. Instantly, you felt better as you walked out to the front porch and scanned the tree line surrounding the house.

After a while, you hear the gentle voice of your mate, “Darlin’? Did you fall asleep on the porch?”

You yawn, realizing that the sky was now fading into the morning. It was almost dawn, and Sam was out there to wake you up, “... What? Oh, yeah… I guess I did. Sorry ‘bout that.” You got up, remembering that you brought a monster with you outside. The can still felt cold, and you realized that your hands and feet were icy cold as well.

“Don’t apologize, I just seemed to get out of bed at the right time,” He reached out for your hand and was startled to find out how cold it was. “Jesus, Darlin’! How long have you been out here?”

You shrugged, “4:10 just about.”

He looked at you, concerned, “The hell were you doing up at 4:10!?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, why not?” his face softened, though his accent was harsh along with his tone.

You decided it would be best to tell him the truth as the two of you made it into the living room, “I had a nightmare.”

The two of you sat down on the couch as worry crossed his face. It seemed to make sense to him after everything that had happened recently, “... Was it about him?”

You rubbed your arm awkwardly, “Yes.”

Immediately, your mate held your hand in his, tightly. He looked you in the eyes and spoke in a gentle, loving tone, “He’s gone now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I- I know… I’m just angry, I guess,” you gazed into his silver eyes as a soft smile teased the corners of your mouth. Just being near him would make you feel better about anything. You continued to speak as he looked confused, “I didn’t think that after it was all set and done with that he’d still bother me. I didn’t think he ever had that much of an effect on me.”

“Darlin’... I- Can I give you a hug?” you nodded and he held you as closely as you’d allow him to. He continued speaking to you as he embraced you, “Just because the problem is fixed doesn’t mean that all the… damage he caused you are healed. It takes time and patience to let a wound heal, and he left a pretty big fuckin’ wound. I should know.”

“I thought he would go away finally. I thought that he would stop haunting me. I can’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened, what I could’ve done, what I could’ve said. I don’t even want to think about him, I just want him to leave me alone.”

“Darlin’, even though you have ghosts in your past, you shouldn’t let those ghosts affect you in the present. What happened has happened. And I don’t know about you but even though there were some hardships, I’m happy the way it turned out. Because now I have you,” He held you tighter and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“Sam… I love you,” you said, finally coming to terms with the fact that you would need time to heal. You knew that every step of the way Sam would be there, to comfort and take care of you.

“I love you too, Darlin’... You wanna know something?” He asked you as you pulled away to look at him.

“What?”

“I think It’s pretty damn cute that you wore my coat to go fall asleep on the porch.”

“I was cold.” You told him, smiling mischievously.

“Really? So that’s why you had your arms wrapped around yourself like you were giving yourself a big hug?” He smiled as he teased you.

“Just let me have this one,” you said as you sat closer to him and cuddled into his chest.

[smallraindrops-blog]

Message In a Bottle

( A Northern Star Fic)

Word count: 3.3

Summary: Brothers? Who needs them? Well, maybe you do.

Warnings: no beta, death ( not the main characters), cursing, fighting, talks of violence.

notes: 

A flash fic for the amazing @gatomuerto, thank you so so so much for waiting. I swear it was supposed to be a quick little fic and meant to post way sooner. So thank you again for your patience and understanding. <3<3<3<3 

And I hope this fic was everything you wanted.

Everyone, Enjoy!

(Early childhood)

The whorls of the ship’s wood looked like a face. 

You glanced around the desk, most of the crew were either below, eating lunch or napping, claiming that the cloudy skies were making them sleepy. The few of the men up there with you were far too engrossed in their poker game.

With a smirk, you turned back to the wall, pulling out the ink bottle and paintbrush from your pants pocket. You had stolen it from Captain Chiron's office but that was fine since they first stole it from some crybaby navy officer.

The paintbrush was thick in your hand as you dunked it into the ink pot, placing the pot down by your knees and carefully began drawing. You began with making the eyes with clumsy strokes, not helped by the heavy sway of the ship on gray, misty waters. 

“Whatcha doing?” Zagreus asked, far too loudly from behind you. You twisted around, pressed a stained finger against your lip and hissed. “Zag, shut up.”

You peered around your little brother to make sure no one saw. The men were shouting at one of the players, hands slamming against the crates but that was normal.

“I am in the middle of something- aren’t you supposed to be with Skelly?” You grumbled as you returned back to your project. Zagreus was such a dumb baby sometimes.

“He’s napping.” Zagreus plopped himself next to you, watching you paint. You paused, glancing toward him a question on your lips but one that Zagreus already knew.

“He was breathing when I left.” Zagreus tilted his head like a curious bird as he studied your handiwork. You nodded and dipped the brush in the ink pot. You darkened the round eyes, the whorls soaking up the ink greedily.

You and Zagreus sat in peace together with low, rough voices of the men and the steady rush of waves for company. The cries of the gulls echoed in the strong gales. 

It was when you were working on the smile that Zagreus spoke up again. 

“Can I have a turn?” He tried to yank the brush from you, but you were quicker, holding it out of reach. 

“No. I stole it so it is mine to keep.” You huffed. “Those are the rules, remember?”

Zagreus scowled. “Come on, that isn’t fair! You never share with me.”

“Yes it is.” You scoffed, pushing at his shoulder. Zagreus immediately shoved you back, glaring you down. 

You gasped in brotherly outrage, and shoved. Hard. 

Zagreus went down onto his back, blinking at the gray skies. You heard him sniffling, his chest rising and falling quickly.

With a guilty wince, you tossed aside the paintbrush and you leaned over to check on him. You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey- don’t cry, come on. You know how bad it looks in front of others.”

Zagreus smirked, his eyes clear of any tears. You realized right there how badly you messed up. Like an eel, Zagreus swiftly twisted around you to grab at the paintbrush.

“Hey!” You screamed, wrapping your arms around his waist as tight as you could. Zagreus tried to fight past your hold. “You jerk!”

He gave a loud triumphant screech when he grabbed the brush. You grunted, keeping your tight grip on him as he kicked and screamed. During the chaotic struggle, either you or Zagrues knocked the ink pot. 

Even years later, there would still be loud arguments over whose fault it was.

The glass wobbled, causing both brothers to pause to watch it with bated breath. The bottle tipped to the right then to the left. Your and Zagreus’ eyes followed the movements.

A singular moment of stillness, then it fell over, black ink spilling over everywhere, including on your pants and Zagreus’ face.

You groaned, shoving him away. “Look what you did, you faker!” 

“Maybe you should learn to share with me.” Zagreus snapped back, lifting a stained hand near your artwork. You narrowed your eyes at him. Zagrues lifted his chin, matching your glare.

”Don’t. You. Dare.” You said through gritted teeth, pointing at him. Zagreus’ small hand got closer.

You inhaled sharply, and tried to sound scary like Pa, like that one time he found you and Zagreus playing with the cannonballs. However you were only a child. “Zagreus. You will listen to me-“

He slapped his hand right between the eyes, leaving a perfect little hand print on the wood. You stared at it for a long moment, mouth parted in genuine surprise. Then you slowly turned back to face him.

Zagreus gave a nervous laugh, and wiggled the paint brush at you. “Come on-“

whatever he was going to say was cut off by a sharp cry when you tackled him with the full weight of your body. 

It was a blur of yelling, black ink smearing everywhere and hitting. Some of the adults playing poker noticed. They immediately started placing bets for the winner, yelling out names and hollering and laughing. 

“Come on y/n! Don’t let that runt win!”

”Right hook, Zag! Right hook!” 

You were older, bigger and stronger. You had Zagreus pinned down with your knee digging into his stomach, one fist in his shirt as you lifted one back, readying to throw a punch.

Then a large hand grabbed your fist, enveloping it easily. You jerked, looking up to see your father’s blue eyes staring down at you in disbelief. The deck was abruptly emptied out, with the cries of gulls and the brothers’ heavy breathing to fill the space.

Achilles lifted you off and you stood on your own feet as he helped Zagreus up. You kept your eyes on the floor, scowling at the smear of black ink. You heard him take a slow inhale, exhale then knelt in front of you and Zagreus.

You felt the intense weight of his hard stare, knew that his too blue irises were darkened with rage. 

“What is going on here?” Achilles’ voice was like the oncoming storm. Zagreus and you glanced at each other. Black ink and red scratches marked his boyish face and you knew you must have looked the same.

Achilles growled but kept his voice low, tight. It was clear he was unhappy with how quiet they were. “Y/N. Look at me. Now.”

You swallowed, and forced yourself to meet his eyes, flitched at the fire you saw in them. 

“Yes, Father?” You whispered.

“Explain yourself.” Father held your stare. “Explain to me why I found you fighting with your little brother.”

You opened your mouth to explain but with Father's presence barring down at you, it seemed so ridiculous now. Even the thought of trying to mention how much a brat Zagreus was left a bad taste in your mouth.

“I- well, it started because I was just trying to do something but he wouldn't let me finish.” You explained.

“Because you don't share!” Zagreus exploded. Just like your anger came rushing back.

“I do share! I share everything with you, you are just too much a baby to understand.” You exploded right back at him. 

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

Achilles grabbed you and Zagreus by the back of your shirts, effortlessly lifting you both off the ground. “Enough!”

As he went below the deck, you and Zagreus glared at each other. “I swear, lads. You are going to be the death of me.” Achilles grumbled. “One of these days I am just going to swan dive over to have some peace and quiet.”

Once in the bedroom, Father placed you in one corner and Zagreus in the other. “Stay here while I go get your Pa -don’t look away from the wall, Zagreus. Do you both understand me?”

”Yes, sir.” The boys grumbled at the same time. 

The moment the door closed, you immediately turned to stick your tongue out at Zagreus only to see he had the same idea. 

“This is your fault.” Zagreus huffed, turning back around to face the wall. You did the same, glaring at the wood. 

“This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t acted like a brat.” You replied back.

Zagreus said nothing. You frowned, wondering if he heard you. Normally, you would call him a brat and he would call you a bonehead. You glanced over your shoulder.  “Hey, Zag. Did you hear me? I called you a brat.”

“I am ignoring you.” Zagreus informed you in a snobby tone, crossing his skinny arms. You rolled your eyes and went back to glare at the wall.

A few minutes later, Pa came in with a first aid kit and Father in tow. He gasped once he saw how much ink you and Zagreus had smeared everywhere. “They are covered. Achilles, did you order a tub and soap?”

“No.” Achilles shrugged but at Patroclus’ sharp glare, he cleared his throat and immediately went to the door. “I shall fetch one, my beloved. I mean, I was already thinking about it.”

”Oh, were you now?” Pa muttered as he beckoned you and Zagreus over to him. “Lads, strip those clothes off. I don’t know if we can save those.” He sighed as he tossed aside a blotchy shirt with a grimace. 

“I thought Skelly was watching you lads.” Pa muttered as he checked over you and Zagreus. He gently pushed your hair out your eyes, studying the marks on your cheeks. Then he went to Zagreus, also checking over him.

“He was napping.” Zagreus sighed. Patroclus opened his mouth, a worried expression pitching his brow, the question on his lips when he shook his head. “Skelly was still breathing when we last saw him.”

Later, cleaned up and with a bandage on your right cheek, you glared up at the ceiling from your spot in your bed. You heard Zagreus huffed right next to you. You and him still shared a bed since the adults didn’t want to waste space if not needed.

and Zagreus claimed you didn’t share. 

You shared everything with him. Your bed, your parents, your toys, hell you even shared a dinner on the same plate tonight. At this point, they might well be the same person.

The brothers laid in sullen silence for a while when Zagreus spoke up. “Hey, do you know when Father and Pa are coming back?”

You sighed, closing your eyes tightly to act like you were sleeping. “They said they have to keep watch, remember? The storm?” 

“Oh.” Zagreus sighed. “I hope they come back soon.”

you wanted to agree but only turned to your side, “Go to sleep.”

It was then a loud rumbling boom reached your ears. Zagreus sat up with a gasp, his eyes wide in the dimness. “Are we being attacked?”

”No.” you sat up with him, listening closely. It took another minute for the sound to return. You knew how battles sounded, even at your age. Somehow they had been lucky enough to not have any major attacks since Zagreus had been old enough to walk.

”Looks like it is going to be a stormy night.” You said. Zagreus grabbed at your arm, his mouth tight with fear. 

“I don’t like storms.” He whimpered. “Can we go find Pa? Or Father?”

You wanted to curse. He sounded close to tears but you knew that your parents were needed to help keep the ship safe during the storm. You grabbed him by the shoulders, trying to come up with something to comfort him.

“They need to help the captain.” You said slowly, then you nodded with a confidence you didn’t really feel. “So we need to help them too. We can’t do anything up there so we need to stay down here. So they don’t worry about us.”

Zagreus gave you a doubtful glance, biting down on his lip. The ship took a sharp sway and you gasped as it righted itself. Zagreus closed his eyes shut, tears rolling down his face.

You pulled him into a tight hug, one that he returned just as tightly. It was purely to comfort your little brother. You were older and definitely wasn’t scared. At all.

As the ship swayed in the rough waves, you and Zagreus held on to each other in the dark. 

“Pick a story. I will tell you any you want.” You ordered him, needed to get your mind off the storm. You had to have faith that if it was really bad, your parents would come find you and Zagreus. 

“Um. Promise?” At your nod, Zagreus took a moment to think, his little fingers digging into you. “What about one with the mermaid?”

You nodded, your cheek squished against his head, his hair trickling your nose. “Okay. So once upon a time…”

When your parents returned to the room, exhausted and soaked to the bones, they found the brothers curled up together, deeply asleep.

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(late teens.)

The sea washed away the blood but not the bone deep grief. The ship was quiet, far too quiet. The usual loud, rough crew members were solemn.

Victory was theirs but at a heavy cost. 

In the captain's quarters, The bodies of Captain Chiron and his family were covered up by a bloody sheet. In a few hours they will reach the island that will serve as their last resting place.

You tried not to look too long. It was like your soul had been wrung dry, and left to the wind. If only you had been quicker… 

You swallowed another shot of rum, the liquid burning down your chest and the only thing keeping you warm. 

It was Pa that found you first. He looked exhausted, the white of his eyes red and puffy. You held out the flask in a silent offer.

”I know you are too young for rum.” Pa said but took it anyway, taking a deep glup. He returned it and sat down next to you. You wanted to laugh but all you could manage was a half smile. 

“Oh lad.” Pa sighed and offered his arm out and you sunk into his side gratefully. You felt his beard against your forehead as he pressed a kiss against your hair. 

Normally you would kick up a fuss about how you were too old to be babied but now right, you were just glad he was still here. You inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of sea water and sharp medical herbs.

You closed your eyes, taking a trembling breath.

If you damped his shoulders with tears, he said nothing of it. And if you noticed a few tears falling on you, that his own breathing was shaky, you said nothing of it.

Together, you and Patroclus sat together in silence, holding on to each other. Eventually you spoke up. 

“Father and Zag?” You asked, voice rough from disused. Patroclus sighed, leaning back from you. His hand went to your hair, smoothing it with a gentle touch.

“Your father is dealing with the men. Once we get to the island and we have a chance to rest, we will decide what to do.” Pa watched you carefully. “Zag is sleeping off the pain medicine and will be fine. He will have a nasty scar afterwards.”

You scoffed, “You know he is going to brag about that scar to anyone who will listen.”

At that Pa laughed a little, kissing your forehead again. “Oh I know. We will never hear the end of it.”

Zagreus had been the reason many of their crew had lived. Even with all the pain, you were proud of him. Your goofy little brother had a fighter soul in him and you were thankful for it. It will serve him well.

“Oh shit.” You blinked in realization. “He is finally going to get his mark, huh?”

“Don’t curse. It makes you sound like a tramp.” Pa grumbled, still brushing your hair slowly.

You grinned at him. “Pa, we are pirates, remember?” 

“Don’t remind me.”

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After the funeral, it was time to vote for a new Captain.

There was no doubt in your mind but you caught the flash of surprise in Achilles’ face when the crew unanimously voted for him to be the new Captain. It was so quick that you almost missed it but your Father simply nodded, his golden hair like a king crown in the sunset.

Zagreus let out a dizzy and weak ‘whooo’, still high as a kite on the opium and he swayed into you. You shifted, keeping a tight hold on him and patted his back, the only thing holding your little brother up. 

His weak cheer seemed to lighten the mood of the crew with some laughing and cracking jokes and it wasn’t long before fishes were being roasted over a fire, glass bottles of rums being passed around. 

Zagreus was passed out in the sand, drooling on your leg as you accepted a fish on a stick from Achilles. Zagreus muttered something, his mouth tight but quietened down when you placed a hand in his black hair like Pa always did.

“Holding up alright?” Achilles sighed as he sat down on the white sand next to you. He didn’t hug you like Pa would, not in front of the crew but his blue eyes watched you like a protective hawk.

You nodded, taking a bite. The smokiness made the tender meat even better and you took another bite. You didn’t realize how hungry you were. “And you, Father?”

“As well as I can be.” Achilles sighed. It was the closest he would ever admit to not being okay. At least to you. 

You and Him stared out past the little hidden cove, past the beach and towards the ocean.

White foamy waves rushed onto the beach, little crabs scattered around as they rushed to find food or a hiding spot. 

The sea was dark as the void, even with all the stars and full moon out tonight. The swirling milky way was a beautiful mist in the sky. 

“I don’t know what I believe.” Your Father said abruptly, surprising you. His eyes weren’t on you, they were heaven bound, the stars reflected in his blue irises. For a moment, you could have mistaken him a starborn.

Achilles sighed, “But I like to think they are up there, somewhere among the stars.”

You looked up at the impossible vastness of the night skies, suddenly very aware of how small and unimportant you were. How small everyone was. Maybe they were up there, bright and beautiful and happy. 

You hoped they were happy.

Then Zagreus sat up, blinking in a haze, slurring something. He looked like a mess with sand on him and his hair tousled. He kept blinking in confusion as you tried to get his attention.

“Zagreus? You good lad?” Achilles said as you kept your little brother from face planting in the sand. Zagreus stared at their Father like he had never seen him before.

Then his mismatched eyes went to the fish in your hand. “Hungry.” he slurred. Wordlessly you held it up for him and he took a drooly bite with a happy moan. You made a sound of disgust but held the stick there for him to eat.

“Love you.” Zagreus said with food in his mouth. You gagged.

Achilles laughed uproariously, slapping his thigh as you scowled at him. It took him long moments for him to stop laughing at you.

He sighed happily, wiping a tear away. He reached over and ruffled your hair until you snarled at him.

Achilles only chuckled. “You know, I’m glad you lads have each other.” 

“Yeah because he isn’t drooling on you.” You grumbled as Zagreus kept eating. It was then Pa came over, more fishes on sticks in his hands. He looked at everyone, a smile growing as he took in the sight. 

“Oh good. He is finally eating.” Pa said as he passed the food to Achilles who held one out and wiggled it at you. You rolled your eyes and took a large bite, trying to not choke on any tiny bones. 

That got your parents laughing once more. You tried not to laugh yourself but you couldn’t help it. It was a ridiculous sight and you knew it.

Zagreus blinked at you with a goofy smile. “What's so funny?”

“I will tell you later.” You told him.

”Promise?”

”Promise.”

[eriquin]

The Trolley Problem, Part 74

The monster returns to the Byers house, where there's a trio of teenagers waiting for it.

(master post)(also posting to ao3)

“Where did it go?” Nancy yelled. She spun in place, gun pointed up but ready to be aimed, and looked around. “It can’t just be gone!”

Jonathan grabbed her arm and steadied her, keeping his back to hers. “It’s going to come back,” he said. “It’s going to try to get the drop on us.” He waved his bat at Tommy and gestured to the spot next to them.

Tommy didn’t waste any time running over to them. “Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered. “It’s way tougher than it was last time. I thought we burned it before. Is it burned? Did you see?”

Jonathan froze. “Do you think it’s a different one?”

“Oh, hell,” Nancy said. “There can’t be more than one, can there?” 

The lights were starting to flicker again. They tensed up as one, pressing their backs against each other. None of them spoke. They just kept watching, knowing how the pattern now and anticipating how the monster liked to show up at the light’s climax. 

Jonathan missed it again, but Nancy didn’t. She swung her gun out to point at it when it came through, and the flash of her gunfire lit up the room in the dark. The monster roared at her and she stepped out to fire again. 

It lunged, Jonathan swung, and Nancy screamed. The lights started flashing again, too fast for him to see what had happened, but he yelled her name and kept swinging his bat at the monster. He got a solid hit in and knocked it towards the hallway. 

Then he saw Nancy, crumpled in a heap against the wall. He stumbled, but just for a second. Tommy yelled, “Byers!” and he turned back at the monster. It was right in front of the hallway now, and he just kept swinging his bat at it. Tommy came up beside him and took a couple of whacks with his axe. 

They drove it back until they heard the bear trap snap, and the monster threw its head back and screamed in pain. Jonathan kept swinging his bat at it and knocked it to the ground. 

Tommy grabbed him by the back of his jacket and pulled him away from it. He had a lighter in his hands, clicking it until it held a flame, and he threw it on the ground next to the monster. The carpet caught immediately, and it quickly engulfed the thing. It just kept screaming with its twisted, unnatural screech. 

The two of them fell back from the heat. Jonathan couldn’t do anything but stare at it as it burned. When it stopped writhing and the flames started climbing the walls, Tommy came through again with the fire extinguisher. He sprayed the flames until they went out, covering everything with white vapor and foam. When he was done, they looked again. There was nothing in the bear trap, just a monster shaped shadow on the carpet. 

“Shit,” Jonathan said, pulling at his hair. He turned back to Nancy. She was still where she’d fallen, limp on the ground where the living room met the dining room. There was an awful dent in the drywall, too. 

He crouched down next to her and gingerly touched his fingers to her wrist. It took a second to find it, but there was a pulse. He couldn’t tell if it was steady or not. Next, he carefully cupped her face, trying to see if she’d broken her neck or not, but not really sure how to do it. There was a lot of blood on her head, running down her face. She blinked for a second, but her eyes didn’t focus on him, and then she was out again.

“Oh, God,” he whispered. “We’ve got to get her to a hospital.”

Tommy grabbed the keys to Steve’s car. “Let’s go, then.” He opened the front door first, then came to help Jonathan lift her up as gently as possible. “We’ll get her to the car. You keep her head stable, and I’ll drive.” 

The lights at the back of the house flared bright and dimmed, twice in a row. The two of them froze. “Fuck,” Jonathan whispered. “It can’t be back.”

“It has to be dead,” Tommy said. “It has to be.” 

But this time, the lights weren’t flashing frantically. Instead, they lit up in a gentle cascade, with the lamp in the hallway going out first, and then each of the Christmas lights in the living room going out in turn as it moved towards the front door.

“Mom? Will?” Jonathan asked the air. They were so calm, not like the monster had been at all. “Is it you?”

Tommy held on tight to the axe. He was halfway to getting out the door, and the lights went right past him. “Steve? Is that you, man?” 

The lights stopped blinking for a second, holding steady near the door. They stared at it, but then Nancy moaned and twisted in Jonathan’s arms. They couldn’t stay and watch the lights, and whatever it was looked like it was going past, anyway. Tommy and Jonathan went back to the task at hand. They needed to get Nancy to the emergency room, and everything else would have to wait.

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[dvskf4llz]

HIYA! could I request a grain x f reader

Where the reader is struggling to defend from mobs one night and gets injured while returning late from fishing and grain come to the rescue? 🫡

Here ya go!! <3

Also I hope you meant Grian xd -

𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

My Hero ☆

Warning ⚠️!! this oneshot will contain: kissing, injuries, blood, swearing, passing out. If you are uncomfortable with these then dni.

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You were just trying to fish for some fishes.

You needed a lot of fishes (for some reason). so you woke up so early just to start fishing, the other hermits insisted that you could just get from them but you turned down their offers.

The whole day, it was just you fishing non-stop while the hermits were offering you things that you needed constantly.

When you were getting some of the last few fishes you needed, you noticed the Sun was setting. You were nervous since you weren't prepared to fight mobs, but you continued fishing.

It had reached night time and you became more nervous, you could hear the groaning of the zombies. You looked around to see that you were surrounded by mobs, you grabbed your sword and started hacking at them.

You didn't notice but, you could hear an arrow coming towards you. You yelped when you felt a sharp pain in your arm, you checked and saw the arrow plunged right in your arm. Blood was dripping down from it, while you were too busy trying to get the arrow out a creeper went right in front of you. You heard the hissing and immediately turned around and saw the creeper about to blow up, you got launched and hit a tree. You groaned from the back pain, you looked at your leg and saw it was twisted.

" Crap...." you said under your breath, you could hear the mobs going towards you.

" Well, I'm screwed." you said while trying to laugh, you stopped and closed your eyes ready to die.

You heard the zombies getting killed, skeletons bones falling, spiders and creepers screeching. You could barely keep your eyes open, the last thing you saw was someone with a red sweater carrying you. (Damn I keep adding the fact that the reader keeps on passing out in everyone shot I've made.)

You woke up and looked around to see you were in a room, you heard the door open and saw Grian at the doorway. His eyes widened and he rushed to you, he hugged you a little tightly.

" You're awake!" Grian said muffled because his face was on your shoulder, you hugged him back

" What happened?... All I remember is that I was collecting resources.." you said confused, he looked at you

" Well I was just flying by, when I saw you lying down by a tree with an arrow in your arm and your leg twisted. I had flown down and killed the other mobs, then I brought you here so I could patch you up. " He explained to you, you immediately remembered what had happened.

" Well uhm thanks..." You said while rubbing your neck blushing, you see you had feelings for the parrot hybrid that had just saved you. What you didn't know was that he liked you back.

The next few days, you kept on struggling with the mobs and Grian had always came to the rescue everytime.

One day, you and Grian looked at each other after he patched you up. You both slowly started leaning in without noticing, you 2 were just do lost in each other's eyes you ended up meeting each other's lips. Both of your eyes widened in surprised and you both blushed, but soon you started to melt in the kiss. Once you both pulled away, you both chuckled.

" I love you, [Nickname]. So so much." Grian said while smiling at you.

"I love you too, My hero." You replied back returning the smile he gave you. You both kissed again, smiling happily.

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LMFAO I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO POST THIS 😭

I hope yall liked it- I kinda rushed it when I realized I hadn't post this yet.

Anyways thanks for reading!

Au revoir reader! see you in the next oneshot hopefully! :D

[eveandtheturtles]

Started with a Kiss - Chapter 3: Interrogations

Summary: The two worlds finally collide

A/N: I almost forgot to post this so enjoy bc I think I will post only once this month? Low chances for end of February lol. Mostly bc 1) My partner is visiting me yay! 2) Chapter 4 is still very much wip and I don't have backlog anymore, boo. Word count is 7k for this one so beware! Comments and reblogs are very much welcomed!! lemme know if anyone wants to be added to tag list.

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Ship: Kara (OC) x Donnie

Kara was running barefoot. There was blood trickling down the side of her face, she could feel bruises forming on her ribs and she broke her heels but she was alive. Her feet were also bleeding. Great. Her knuckles hurt. Good, she hoped she broke at least a nose. 

She and Cheryl split, right outside the club. She pushed her friend into the taxi and booked it. She knew they were after her and couldn't risk her friend's life. There had to be a tracker on her. How? When? She was so careful! Not careful enough. She cursed herself in her mind. Idiot, idiot! Her lungs burned.

Once she deemed she was far enough she stopped to catch her breath. She inhaled sharply through her nose. No time to waste. She started patting herself. Bag, dress, hair? The bag was an obvious suspect, she would need to throw it out. Checked her dress. Okay, nothing she could tell from the initial search. Locs? She ran her hands over the thick coils. There! 

What was that? A tiny bug, no bigger than a pinky’s fingernail. It fluttered its wings. Kind of rusty on the edges, looking like it was made of tin can metal. She frowned. Then she squashed it.

"I really hoped you wouldn't have done that," someone said from above.

She flinched at the sound that came through one of her hearing aids. During the fight, one must have gotten smashed and now was malfunctioning. Just perfect. She removed the broken aid and looked up. Then she cursed some more. It was the turtle guy.

Donnie dropped down from the low roof. Kara shifted into a fight position. Okay, Weasel and the turtles? That couldn't be a coincidence. Well, it could have been but she didn't like the look of all that. Her eyes went scanning their surroundings. Where were the other three?

He saw how on high alert she was. If he wanted to avoid an unnecessary fight he needed to play it cool. He put his tech bō away and raised his hands up in an act of non-aggression before signing.

<I come in peace, let’s talk.> He tried to go a bit lower, bending his knees to almost crouch. He almost forgot how tiny she was. 

She eyed him, distrust on her face and her shoulders tense. 

<I know you’re H0AX,> he added and her glare hardened. <The mob at the club - am guessing they are after you.> Something in her expression told him he was right. <I might be your best shot at getting out of here safely.>

She clearly considered what he said. He could tell she was thinking about it. It gave him some hope that she might listen. He relaxed and straightened up, ready to extend his hand to her. Kara though didn’t think so. Immediately she bolted.

He sighed disappointed and cursed and chased after her. He shouldn’t have mentioned the H0AX thing. 

They both didn’t go far though. Suddenly at the mouth of the appeared two men. With guns. Kara froze. Donnie though immediately grabbed her and spun around. The bullets ricochet over his shell. Most must have hit the walls but he heard a groan or two.

Finally, they had to reload so he sprung up and ran, holding Kara against his plastron - princess style. She glared at him but honestly, this was preferable to being shot full of holes by the mob. 

Suddenly a van parked with a screech in front of them and the side door opened.

"Donnie!" April yelled.

Thank god. He sped up and jumped into the car, shutting down the door. April hit the pedal just in time right before the new spray of bullets hit them and they drove off. 

"That's our girl?" April asked, speeding through the street. She trusted Donnie got any cameras. She wasn’t so hot on getting a ticket.

"Yes," Donnie groaned as 'their girl' kicked him in the stomach.

"Feisty," April chuckled. 

"Mhm."

He huffed and sat her down, quickly moving away before she could kick him again. He leaned back on the car's floor and took a breath in. 

Kara was glaring at him while he was taking a moment in. She didn't like this one a bit. Sure it seemed he wasn't in cahoots with the mob but it still didn't explain how the said mob found her. She figured the bug was his. She recognized April, so that must have been when they got her. So far he didn't mean her too much harm. In fact, he just saved her life. With the right arguments, they might want to protect her and Cheryl. Especially Cheryl. She hoped her friend was safely back in their hotel room. 

She sighed and tried to relax a little. Here comes nothing. She knocked on the metal floor for his attention. <I won't escape. I want a deal.> She signed once he looked in her direction.

Donnie tilted his head. <Deal?> He took in all of her injuries. They really needed to take care of it.

<You clearly are here to arrest me, I’m not stupid,> She huffed. <Those people back there? They are Big Boss's men. Ever heard of them?>

<Yeah, he's been getting a bit louder after Shredder left a vacuum in the crime world.> Donnie was already bringing up files he had on Big Boss. The brothers had a few fights with him in the past year. He was rising fast in the ranks using the fact that the Foot was pretty much scattered and disorganized. Ever since the Kraang someone has tried replacing Shredder but no one could. The brothers liked to think it was also thanks to their efforts.

<I did a deal with him once or twice,> Kara explained. <I- right,> she paused and looked for her bag. It was laying next to Donnie so she reached for it. Got her ID, credit card, and a small, silver cylinder. The rest she tossed to him. <Throw it out. I think they might be following me.> 

Donnie nodded after catching it and threw it out the window.

<I bet the police would love all the dirt on him,> she confidently suggested. <And few other big fish like him.>

<I did find-> Donnie tried to retort but she waved her hand at him.

<And yet he is still out there,> she pointed out. <And I have an inside scoop with proof no lawyer can ignore. Not everything can be found online. Plus, he is trying to kill me. That means I know something you don't, no?>

<That police will decide.> Donnie shot back trying not to fall for her arguments. He instead fished out some antiseptics and bandages to clean her up.

Police? Yeah no, thank you. She’ll pass. She avoided getting a record this long, she wasn’t planning on getting one now. Especially since all it would do was put her and nothing more. The state wouldn’t just put a hacker like her behind the bars. They would probably try to put a leash on her. 

So in the choice between freedom in hiding, death, and a state-issued collar, she was obviously going to pick the first option.

Donnie moved closer. He was holding cotton swabs. He waved to get her to look at him again since she seemed so deep in her thoughts.

<I’m going to patch you up,> he told her and took her foot in his lap. There were cuts with pieces of glass and debris. He winced, it couldn’t be too comfortable to walk on.

She hissed when he started to clean it all up and she braced herself. Other than that she let him work. Which, in Donnie’s opinion, was nice. He usually struggled to keep Mikey in one place. Raph would try to sell a “Tough Guys don’t need stitches” but really was just scared of needles, Leo would just try and hide. It was always like herding cats. 

No surprise there then when he quickly was done with her feet, and hand, and now was finishing up on her head. 

Kara watched him work. Quick, thorough, precise. He probably did it a lot. Must be tough to be a vigilante. She sat still when he placed a gauze over the cut on her head and secured it. She looked up and caught his eyes. He couldn't blush but she has seen that look on men many times. The "I know it's wrong to stare but-" look. She smiled. She just found her opportunity for freedom. 

Innocently she reached up. Even sitting he loomed over her a little. With the back of her fingers, she brushed over his cheek. His eyes widened just like during their first meeting but this time she could get a good look at his face. She tilted her head and stretched herself upward, raising on her knees a little. 

<It seems you saved my life twice now,> she said. <How about a reward for the dashing hero?> 

Donnie didn't know what was happening. One second he was playing nurse and the next his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Stunned by her behavior he tried to make sense of it. Then her lips were on his and his brain turned off. 

The little peck she gave him a week ago had nothing on this. He was suddenly flooded with her scent, her taste, how soft and pliant she was against him. On instinct, he pulled her closer. Her small hand traveled over his plastron up to his shoulder and neck. The unexpected heat between them was threatening to consume him.

"We're close to the house! You guys okay over there?" April called from the driver's seat.

The spell broke. Donnie pushed Kara back. 

"Yeah! All good!" He called back. His mind was racing. What the hell just happened? 

He looked at Kara. Her chest was raising and falling quickly trying to catch her breath. The pupils in her green eyes were blown up. She was smiling. That smile. The way she licked her lips. It was brief, her demeanor immediately melting into something more vulnerable and sweet. But he knew what he saw. A cat who caught a canary. 

Despite the blood rushing in all directions but his brain, he realized something. She was seducing him. Playing him. Or at least trying.

Anger rose in him. Mostly at himself. How easily he let his guard down around her. His fascination with her was working against him. He gritted his teeth and moved away.

Get a grip, Donnie, he scolded himself. He wasn’t Mikey who would most likely fall head first for the act.

No matter how tempting it could be…

Kara watched how his face went from embarrassed bliss to silent fury. Whoops. She played her cards and apparently met her match. She watched him raise his guard, glaring from across the car.

Still, that was a pretty damn good kiss, She thought to herself. Her fingers brushed over her lips still feeling the tingles.

The car soon stopped. Donnie must have been still pissed about the kiss because as they were getting out he just grabbed her around her middle and carried her in under his armpit like luggage. No more princess-carry for the menace. She wasn't happy about it. It was a dick move considering her ribs hurt like a bitch. Unfortunately, this was probably the safest she could be at the moment. She could bear a bit of the turtle's wrath and hold onto her belongings in her hands. 

He dropped her like a sack of potatoes on the kitchen chair and moved away. It was interrogation time.

She folded her feet up, one leg up, heel propped on the seat while the other was horizontal on the seat. Donnie and April were talking, whispering so even with one functioning hearing aid it was impossible for her to get. They finally faced her, how nice, and sat down. She briefly wondered which one would be a good cop and which one the bad one.

"What's your name?" April wrote down in a notebook she procured from somewhere.

"Glitch, H0AX, whichever you prefer," Kara wrote back. She looked almost bored, slumping a little in her chair. 

April rolled her eyes. "Donnie said you wanted a deal, the least you could do is introduce yourself.”

Kara raised her eyebrow, reading the sentence. "Why does it matter?" 

April shook her head and wrote back quickly, barely holding herself back from slamming the pen down. "The chief of police would need one to help you out." 

"I don't want a deal with the police, I want a deal with you 5 or however many of you are out there. I will give you whatever you want but in exchange - no police, no mob." Kara pushed the notebook back. 

April huffed. Sure, she could understand the disdain towards the police but the least this girl could do was give them her name. They weren't even negotiating anything and this half-pint of a woman was making demands without giving them much. April shot a look at Donnie. Unfortunately, he seemed to be doing something with his tech, his brow ridges furrowed and tongue slightly peeking out between his lips.

“Fine, no name then,” April glared at H0AX as she wrote. “Then whatever you have for us better be good.”

“Oh, it is. Just ask him, if he can break in,” she slid the notebook back to April and looked at Donnie with a light smirk.

“Donnie?” April asked 

“Hm?” He asked as he furiously typed in code lines. He had all the holographic screens up around him, and the backpack he carried with him containing his power sources and processors was making loud noises as the coolers were working overtime. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to eliminate the human error,” he responded, only briefly glancing up at Kara.

The hacker in question pulled the notebook to herself. “I imagine he wants to get all my data so that you can just give me up to the police. I might have struck a nerve ;)”  

She held her phone up. The screen was glitching a little but the young woman didn’t seem too stressed about that. She just observed. 

Honestly, she was curious if he could. After all, he DID find her. Couldn’t have been easy…. She made sure of it. There of course had to be elements of luck but not all of it is just a lucky guess. There were skills involved. Those holo screens? She had seen prototypes, glitchy little buggers, but couldn’t really touch them but it seemed he had sensors attached to his hands and it worked seamlessly. She needed to ask him about it. She watched him fascinated following the lines of the codes he was using. Marvelous.

Her head tilted and she prepped her chin on her hands. He was cute with his tongue sticking out a little as he worked quickly. His six fingers were zipping through the screen racing against her own program. 

“Booyah!” He got in! Ready to call his victory he sprung up but then a big, red ‘Warning!’ sign appeared in front of him and his holo screen shut down. 

"How?!" He yelled.

He won against Sacks’ 15-year-old computer program and even shut down fucking Krang's ship! He won against aliens! There was nothing he couldn't do. He knew that. Still, he missed the trap she set in. A subtle, little line of code…

He paced the room. He was the best, damn it! Meanwhile, she… he looked at her. 

Small, cocky, confident. Unafraid to reach for what she wanted. She knew she was good. Her coding style was very much like her. Bold but with easy-to-miss elements if you weren’t paying attention. Somehow, his lips twitched in a brief smile. They tingled remembering the kiss. He quickly covered his mouth by running a hand over his face. To gather his thoughts. So infuriating.

Kara looked down at the screen of her phone with the ‘Hacking Attempt Avoided” message upfront. She looked over the data gathered from it and whistled. She really wanted to go over it all. But first things first.

She took the notebook back and wrote ‘Dr. Kara Williams’ in large letters. 

Donnie made a tiny squeak as he clearly recognized the name. “Ohmygosh,” he whispered under his breath. 

April looked at him confused waiting for further explanations. He took a deep breath in and held it before letting it out. Calm down, Donnie. The first wave of excitement passed and he got annoyed again. How dare she! It’s almost like with Dr. Stochman all over again!

“Dr Williams, she’s-,” he started explaining to April, “she’s the leading mind behind many inventions in biotechnology but holds no patents. ‘Wellbeings of others holds no price’.” He recalled all he knew and swallowed. “The inventions are mostly aimed at aiding in disabilities. Bionic exoskeletons, the new generation of hearing aids and cochlear implants, learning programs, AIs, microchi-.” Suddenly he realized something. <I know what your chip does,> he signed.

Kara looked intrigued. She leaned forward and waited for him. Donnie licked his lips as his brain finally connected the dots.

<It was never meant for machines. The material you made it out of is completely biodegradable, it dissolves when a task is done,> he started pacing, excitement building up, and his hand movements quicker. <The chip is meant for the human body. It’s not that it’s imperfect, it is completely perfect for the task at hand! Improved neural connections? Probably outside stimulation to- to speed up recovery from physical traumas? Is that what you are doing?> He stopped in his tracks to confirm with her.

<You’re close. There’s more to it but yeah.> Kara grinned, extremely happy to see him work it out so quickly. <It’s still in the Alpha stage when it comes to human trials but with minimal modification, I am able to create electronics-compatible versions.>

Donnie was so torn right now. Why was this brilliant mind dealing with criminals? What was motivating her? It was absolutely boggling his mind and boiling his blood. 

April looked between the two and sighed. She reached for the notebook again and wrote: “Will you help us now?” 

Kara read it and nodded. She could give them something. She pulled up all the files she had on Big Boss on her phone. Best to start there. He was an issue. He could easily hurt Cheryl and physically damage Kara’s research. If he hadn't done that already. She will need to check on the security footage later.

With a few swipes of her finger, Donnie received a request for file transfer. He shot her a look but accepted. Quickly he read through and exhaled. It was a lot.

<How did you get all that?> He asked.

<I used to know someone on the inside. Something happened to him and he gave me all of the dirt he had. For safekeeping,> she explained.

April read over Donnie’s arm and her journalistic instinct was kicking in. If she went with this to the station. It would explode.

<I have more not just on Big Boss,> Kara added. <As long as I and my friend are kept away from the cops and safe from being shot by the mob.>

Donnie told this to April. 

“We will need also things on Archambault,” April reminded him. 

“Right,” he agreed. <How much can you give me right now on Mylan Archambault?>

<The French guy? Yeah, sure.> Just like that more files were sent to Donnie. It seemed that she wouldn’t have to try and seduce Donnie after all. She looked up. Pity. It would have been fun.

Donnie and April looked through everything. Evidence of embezzlement, corruption, shady deals…. Immediately Donnie forwarded that to Chief Vincent. At least they got that case closed. He sighed and looked up. 

Her bright, green eyes were on him. There were a few encounters with humans Donnie and his brothers had. They usually invoked fear, panic, and running away screaming. Sometimes they would get aggressive. A brief memory of the failed attempt at breaking into the police station from years ago resurfaced. But Kara didn’t react this way. There was something in her look that was disarming him. She looked at him like she wanted to know what made him tick. Undressing almost. Stripping him to the core. Something squeezed in the pit of his stomach. Donnie turned around to break the trance he got himself in.

While he was staring at her Kara held his gaze with ease. She wondered what was going through his head. She didn’t know why she wanted to tease him so much. Bully him gently. He was different, minus the whole turtle thing. Not naive, but innocent in some way. Brave but timid. Skilled and sharp as a knife but modest. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and- what? Show him the world? Wow, that was cheesy as hell. He was all the things she just wasn’t.

“So, I understand we do have a deal?” She wrote in the notebook back to April. 

“I need to make a phone call but I think we will,” April replied and gave a nod to Donnie. She'd better bring Leo in on this.

And so, Donnie was left with Kara alone. Again. He sighed sitting back down on a chair next to her, facing her. Might as well try to make polite conversation.

<Why do they want to kill you?> He asked.

She scratched her neck. A frown formed between her brows. To be perfectly honest she wasn’t sure. <For my fabulous personality?> she joked. <I haven’t really pissed anyone off that much recently.> She admitted. It was true. She normally kept her ‘work’ relationships brief and to the point. <I might have theories though.>

Donnie looked inquisitive, waiting on her.

<One - they got smart and figured out how to copy my microchips,> she started listing them. <Highly unlikely, though.> She added. <Two - the chips gave up before they could do whatever they wanted and that’s why I’m the target. Or they want to get rid of me before whatever evil takeover they want to do in case I spill. Three, > there she just raised her arm and made a noncommital ‘idk’ shrug. <I want to know how they found me though.>

She hasn’t dealt much with Big Boss, she knew some people though. From when she was younger and would grab any job possible to keep her and Cheryl afloat. 

<I understand why you found me though, you probably were engineered to be this brilliant,> she tried to joke but was also curious. 

<I really wasn’t,> he snorted and shook her head, giving her a stern look.

<I don’t know, I haven’t met any turtle people before. How do I know all four of your brothers aren’t geniuses?>

He barked a laugh. One time, he did entertain the idea of ‘improving’ his brothers but then he visualized the downsides of such an experiment and- no. Brainiac Raph would only be the stuff of theories. <Trust me, they aren’t.> 

<So, I figured. They must not know much about tracking IP addresses, since we’re not having this conversation in New York.> She said keenly observing his reaction.

He got flustered at that. She grinned. <Sneaky.> She poked his leg with her foot. 

<I needed to know more,> he admitted, moving a bit away from her in his chair.

<About?>

<Well, you, why you despite all your intellect chose to do,> he gestured around, <this.>

<Yeah, we’re not that tight friends yet,> she replied.

<I will need to give my brother’s something, I owe them that much.> He tried to make her understand. He responded to Leo, he didn’t want to fail him.

It didn’t work exactly. <And I don’t owe them shit. I owe you. This isn’t USSR to pass my gratitude among the collective.> She frowned and sat straighter up, putting up a wall. <I’m giving you enough as it is that I don’t need your holier-than-thou pity to justify my actions in your eyes.>

He bit his lips feeling the frustration rising. Kara didn’t wait for him to reply and just got up, wincing at the pain in her feet. Wrong move. She had to tiptoe to the kitchen and see if they had anything to drink. She was thirsty.

While they argued, April called New York. 

"Hey, Leo?" 

"April! Hi!" There was a smile in his voice. She heard Mikey shouting his hello and Raph throwing out his own greeting. It made her smile. "How's the mission?" 

"Well, the good news is we got her," she said. 

"What's the bad news?" He asked a bit quieter. She could hear him walk, probably away from his two other brothers. 

"Sharp as always," she sighed. “There's someone after her. She says it's the Big Boss. I think I saw Weasel outside the club so that would check out." 

"Weasel? Are you sure?" He was now on high alert. 

"Yeah, and here's another thing." She glanced back to the living room/kitchen. The duo there were moving their hands in a very animated manner, of which she understood nothing from. 

"What is it?" He was bracing for the more bad news.

"It’s… I don’t know, it’s Doonie. I think she is trying to get some hooks into him, he’s so far not giving into it." At least she hoped so. She omitted the detail that she saw Kara kiss Donnie on their way to the temporary hideout.

Leo groaned. That could play in so many different ways. Donnie usually was on his side of things, preferring logic and pragmatism to emotional outbursts…. but he also could be incredibly stubborn when he got something into his head. He hoped that whatever feelings there were or weren’t wouldn’t cloud his judgment.

He sighed. "Donnie’s an adult.” He tried staying somewhat optimistic on the subject and trusting his brother like he said he did. “He can make his own judgment calls. If it’s a wrong one- we’ll be there to help him out.” He said. “She’s smart right?” 

"Yeah and really cute," April chuckled. 

“If you say so…” he grumbled on the other end of the line. “What I mean is… I think I get him, a little. We all do….”

She sighed. The four turtles were like her family now. It hurt her to see them save the city time after time but have to stay away from the light. They deserved more. “Yeah. Hang in there little brother,” she chuckled. "I'll call you again before we leave California." 

"Sure, just ah, make sure that Donnie-"

"I'll give him the talk, no worries," she assured him. “Maybe I’ll reserve a shovel one for her.”

“Thanks.”  They disconnected a moment later and April went to check on the nerds.

She was surprised to see Kara, not at the table. There was tension in the air. 

“What’s up?” She asked Donnie, who glowered in the hacker’s direction and shrugged.

“Nothing.”

“Alright…” It seemed she had given Leo outdated news. Has the problem taken care of itself? 

She grabbed the notebook and went to the kitchen and waved her hand to get Kara’s attention. 

“You mentioned your friend, where is she now?” She wrote and slid it to the younger woman.

Kara read the message and raised her phone. She has been texting Cheryl for a bit. The girl made it to the hotel and managed to grab their luggage. She barely slipped by before someone stormed their room as Cheryl heard while still in the lobby.

“We need to get her,” Kara wrote. “She knows about the turtles and she’s my family.” She glared firmly at April expecting resistance but got disappointed when instead the reporter nodded.

“I’ll tell Donnie.” April wrote. 

It was a quick discussion from then on. Cheryl got herself an Uber, just in case someone would recognize April’s van. Once she arrived, she knocked on the doors the agreed amount of times and said the password. This whole thing was something she actually came up with because she wanted to feel like in a James Bond movie (after all they already were chased by bad guys). April didn’t want to comment but raised her eyebrows very pointedly. 

When April opened the door, Cheryl recognized her from the con. “Sneaky. I’m not sure if I like you, or hate you right now.”

“Hi,” April replied. “I’m sure we’ll work something out.”

“Mhm.” Cheryl set down her and Kara’s luggage. Then she noticed her friend, sitting by the table. Immediately she ran up to her friend and squeezed her tightly.

Kara let out a strained whine and tapped Cheryl. She was overjoyed to see her friend too but needed to breathe.

Cheryl chuckled and let her go. She took off the blonde wig. <I got here as fast as I could.> She signed. <I returned our tickets since I figured we won’t be traveling by air back to New York, which - a crazy idea if you ask me.>

<It might throw off the pursuit,> Kara replied.

Then Donnie entered the room and Cheryl’s jaw dropped. <Wow, you’re huge!> She both signed and announced vocally.

“Thanks?” He replied, taken aback a little.

<Sorry.> Cheryl composed herself. <I’ve only seen you in Kara’s drawings> She jumped away from a punch to the ribs from her friend. <She said you’re tall but damn, how’s the weather up there?>

<Drawings?> Donnie blinked, ignoring the joke, and looked at Kara, who blushed and stubbornly looked away, not in the mood to explain herself. So what she drew her encounter with them in La Pettite? Who wouldn’t?

<Oh yeah, she doodled you and your brothers, pretty spot on if you ask me.> She nodded, ignoring the death glare drilling holes in her skull. <A whole page just for you though.> “Ouch!” She rubbed her side where Kara punched her.

“Alright,” April clapped her hands. “Since we’re all here… I guess we should talk about sleeping arrangements since we’ll be leaving in the.” She checked the clock. Well, it was later than late. “In the evening.”

Donnie raised his hand. “Um-”

“No, you’re going to sleep, I know you took some naps but over the past four days I don't think you had more than 6 hours total, Don,” April interrupted, scolding him. “We all need to be well rested to drive AND potentially deal with the mob.”

"Alright," Donnie gave in reluctantly. 

"Great, now if anyone is hungry there's food in the fridge," April offered. "I'm gonna hit the shower AND the bed."

Kara and Cheryl were given a bedroom to share. Cheryl was out cold after all the thrills of the night had caught up to her the second she touched the pillows. Kara on the other hand was still up.  

She was too buzzed up to sleep. The mob, Donnie… Something else was also itching at the back of her mind. If only she could put her finger on what She tried meditating and limited yoga stretches due to her injured feet but it didn’t help. She needed to do things. Act. Get tired. Her options were limited though.  

Usually, she’d solve the sleeplessness by going out, dancing the whole night away, and finding a one-night-stand. It always got her clarity of mind. Something she desperately needed right now. 

But no, she was stuck inside, hurt with a target on her back.

Frustrated, she left the room to get a glass of water. As she was passing through the living room she noted the blue glow of Donnie’s holo screens. He was also up, half sitting on the sofa, legs stretched out and squinting at whatever he was reading. The curse of a brilliant mind. Overthinking. His shell and height must have been a burden with human furniture too. She smiled and rapped her fingers over the counter to get his attention. 

His head jerked up.

<Oh, hey,> he greeted her, seeing her there. <Shouldn’t you be asleep?>

<Same goes for you,> she pointed out. She walked from the kitchen to him and sat on the armrest once he pulled up his legs.

He shut down his devices. <Nice scarf.> he pointed at the silk wrap around her hair.

<Thanks I bought it myself.>

He grinned despite himself, trying to cover it up, but his shoulders shook in a bit of a chuckle. She smiled back proud of herself.

<So what you’re thinking about?> She asked.

 <Mostly what to do with you once we get back. I was texting my brothers about it.> He tried to look stern but she thought he was rather cute like that. Looking over the rim of his glasses like a strict professor.

<Ah, so I am a collective problem.> She smiled.

<You kind of really are.> He smirked. 

<Thank you, that's so kind of you to say.> She grinned and he shook his head amused.

He looked over at her taking in how different she looked without her makeup and flashy clothes. Just an oversized t-shirt, shorts, hair wrapped up and- he frowned. He didn't notice that before. A jagged scar on her throat. Must have been covered by makeup before…

<What's this?> He asked, gesturing to it.

She looked at him almost startled. Her hand went immediately to it, then dropped it, but her movements were stiff and guarded.

<Nothing, unless you buy me dinner,> she tried to put him off but it didn’t work. 

He still looked like he wanted to ask more. <Must have been a terrible knife fight, the cut looks like it was deep and ugly. If it wasn’t for how quickly we heal I bet you could compare it with some of Raph’s.> he theorized then he looked at her face and thought that he did fucked up a little. Her eyes went a bit glossy and her whole body was rigid.

She shot up from the spot and tried to get up and leave. 

He acted quickly. An arm shot forward and grabbed her wrist. <Sorry.> He signed. 

She paused looking at him. She ripped her arm from his hand and huffed. <You don’t spend time around other people huh?>

<How did you figure that one out?>

She huffed a small laugh, still uncomfortable from his little blunder. <Wild guess.> She rolled her eyes. After a deep breath and a second with her eyes closed she added. <That particular backstory you unlock at level 100.>

<I see, what level am I on right now?>

<Like… 5 at best. You’re on the Hard Mode though,> she warned him. 

<Cool, what level do I unlock the criminal mastermind backstory,> he joked and she threw a decorative pillow that lay on the coffee table at his head.

He caught it effortlessly. He wondered if she was going to leave now but no, she sat down again. 

Some of the discomfort still remained but she decided to stay.

<You want a backstory you gotta tell me how you became a badass ninja genius,> she smirked. 

<Fair. You remember Sacks Industries?> It wasn’t like it was a secret how they came to be. Not after they met April and Vern. Then Casey. While they weren’t just telling everyone about it he was sure Mikey and Raph were hanging out with some humans and some of them must have been told. Not sure about Leo. 

Donnie preferred the digital world instead. He never talked about himself as openly as with her. Having Kara right in front of him with no disguises felt… somewhat liberating. 

Before he knew he was telling her how they met April and took down Shredder.

<So then I told Raph ‘Let me be the badass for once, brother’ and I jumped out of this out-of-control truck.>

Kara was grinning, more relaxed, and engaged in his tale. As it was with their conversations she had to ask him to explain some signs here and there but otherwise - completely engrossed. It was flattering. 

<Wow, that’s crazy,> she signed encouraging him to continue. 

And so recalled the rest of the events. They both had a moment once he got to describe the outdated system in the Sacks tower.

<Wait, so he had like all of that,> she gestured widely. &lt;For fifteen years stuck on top of a skyscraper?? Why didn’t he just take it all down? The materials could have rusted. Circuitry could have fried! And he didn’t have an antidote.> 

<I know right?! You get it!> He waved his hand at her.

<Ugh, that’s so dumb!> She groaned. <Billionaires shouldn’t be allowed.>

<Absolutely.> He nodded in solidarity.

<Continue please,> she urged him to finish. 

He chuckled. <There isn’t much left to tell, April and Vern got the serum, and we kicked Shredder's ass and saved the world.>

<It still sounds awesome, you basically stopped a Resident Evil scenario, who knows!> She was sitting there all wide-eyed and in awe of him and he felt embarrassed.

<I mean, I just pushed a few buttons,> he replied but then he saw her face. Serious, determined. 

She stood up, wobbly, on the sofa and clasped her hands on his cheeks. The temperature raised in his body because suddenly he thought she might kiss him again but-

“Owowowowowow!” He flailed a little, his face burning.

She pinched his cheeks and started pulling at them. Then slapped her palms on his face and squished it. She looked dead serious. 

<Never! Ever! Lower your accomplishments. Be proud, damn it!> She signed, pulling her hands back. She still stood very close to his face. <You were the one to stop the toxins.> She poked his chest. <Your brothers might have beaten Shredder but if it weren't for you we’d all be dead.> Then she flopped back down. <I hate fake humility. Own up!> She finished and crossed her arms

He rubbed his face, holding it together. She really was a hands-on person. He smiled and laughed a little. <You are so weird.>

<Yeah, I am,> she agreed proudly. <That being said, did you guys also take care of the giant alien ship four years ago?>

<Who said it was aliens?> He smirked a little and hissed still feeling the sting in his face.

She gave him a doubtful look. <Well, you cleared up it wasn’t a mothership of yours with the previous tale, but giant rift tears up the sky and an even bigger hamster ball starts assembling in the sky just to Tetris away seconds before finishing - that sounds like superhero stuff and you four are superheroes so!>

He grinned. <Well, I don’t know that’s classified information.>

She stuck her tongue at him. Suddenly, she yawned and stretched.

<You should try going to sleep.> He suggested and she whined, shaking her head.

<No, don’t wanna.> She protested. <Tell me about the spaceship. Must have been looking so cool up close.> She tried to redirect his attention.

He snorted and sighed amused. He did enjoy the attention a little bit. <If you insist but you better share something yourself later.>

<Alright, alright> She chuckled. <I’ll tell you something. Later.>

Kara woke up to something warm, but very firm under her cheek. Not a pillow. And also to a feeling someone was watching her. She cracked an eye open and slowly her vision focused. It was Cheryl. She was grinning from ear to ear and pointing somewhere. Kara's brain wasn't online just yet. She groaned and turned her head away, nuzzling the stiff, vibrating, kind of textured… She looked down at what she was laying on. It was an off-brown colored…plastron? Oh boy.

She looked up. Donnie was still asleep. His head was dangling backward, glasses gone, mouth open, drooling a little and probably snoring, judging from the vibrations in his chest. 

Kara flushed a little, not remembering how she ended up sleeping on top of the turtle man. Either way, she was already up. 

Her sudden movement woke Donnie up. He looked around confused and bleary-eyed, trying to locate his glasses. He said something and Cheryl answered. Then he noticed her, staring at him like deer caught in headlights. 

There was a pause.

Then she darted up and ran to the bedroom she was supposed to be in. She needed a shower and a moment to compose herself.

When she rejoined the others she saw April looking like she would give her a shovel talk any moment now. Cheryl was grinning from her spot by the kitchen aisle and Donnie… Donnie had his back to them all standing by the coffee machine. 

Okay, time to put on her brave face. Nothing happened plus why should she be embarrassed in the first place? Ridiculous.

They all had their breakfast, during which Kara discovered Donnie was a coffee snob. Of the extreme kind. It was kind of hilarious. Cheryl informed her he has been going off for the past half an hour on bean quality and optimal brewing methods. At least that's where she turned off her hearing aids 15 minutes into the rant. 

The two friends snickered looking at April’s pained expression. Clearly, the reporter had witnessed this more than once before. 

Later they all agreed on the driving order then packed and set off to New York. 

It was during Donnie’s shift in the car, driving. April was taking a nap and Kara was leaning over the wall fixing her hearing aid. They just hit the highway when her phone vibrated. It was a single text. Two sentences. But it froze her blood. Her hands started shaking and she looked at Cheryl with utter terror on her face.

Cheryl frowned, alarmed, and leaned in, gently touching Kara’s shoulder. She glanced at the phone’s screen. Then in the direction of still out of it April and driving Donnie. 

<It’s going to be okay.> She tried to reassure her friend. She pulled her into a hug.

She gently pried the device from Kara’s hands and turned off the screen with the message:

[Detective: He’s out. Thought you should know.]

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i’m a simple gal...... i like seeing natasha being overprotective and a little homicidal SO could i please request some cute mentor!almost itherlynat x reader? maybe reader gets badly hurt during training or someone on the team hurts her feelings? mamabear stabs? 🥺

More Than A Mentor | n.r fluff fic

Summary: After an accident, Y/N realizes her and Natasha’s relationship goes beyond mentor and mentee.

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I’ve missed writing Marvel/Natasha.

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Natasha was not an easy mentor, and Y/N learned that quickly. She was understanding and patient, yes, but she also knew when to push Y/N and went to be a little stricter. 

The thing was, Y/N was never completely sure what side she’d get of her mentor at what time - though she found herself not having to worry about it after . . . The Accident. 

That disastrous day would go down in the team’s history, yet no one liked to talk about it. It was a day Y/N would never forget: it changed . . . everything.

It was one of the rare days that Y/N wasn’t training with Natasha. She had a meeting with Fury so Steve filled in for her. Y/N was not accustomed to training with a super soldier, and had to quickly adjust (it didn’t make it any easier that he had his shield, too). 

She was doing well - at least, she wanted to think that she was - and so far had deflected almost every punch from Steve, managing to get one or two punches against him herself. 

Nonetheless, the air was knocked out of her when Steve slammed her against the mat. She grunted, angry only fueling the pain when she saw that stupid smirk on his face, and used that to her advantage; he wouldn’t expect her to recover so quickly (and in truth, neither did she) but she did it anyway, throwing all her weight against the Captain. She secured he legs around his waist like Natasha taught her and, using the strength in her legs and pushing his broad shoulders, just about managed to get herself out from being pinned on the mat. Now, though, they were both sorta sitting on the mat, so Y/N kneed him in the chest, pushing him down. 

“You’re good,” he whispered, just slightly out of breath, before he - seemingly without using any strength at all - threw her to the side where she rolled. 

Y/N cursed under her breath, getting her feet. It was impossible to win against a super-soldier! Think, Y/N, think, what did Natasha teach you? Cmon! 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve grabbing his shield, and got in a stance to either catch it or evade it - she hadn't decided yet - when yells distracted her. In her hyped up, adrenaline-pumped state, the first thing that came to Y/N’s mind was that someone was hurt. She was about to call of the training when a large, solid force smacked into her stomach, sending her flying into the air where she hit the wall, losing consciousness. 

Steve's eyes widened, not thinking it’d actually hit her, and jumped into action. “Who the hell screamed?” The blonde yelled as he ran to his fallen teammate. He carefully turned her on her back and looked her over for injuries, seeing bruises and bleeding starting to form on her stomach and ankle and her head bleeding. 

Bucky and Sam practically crashed inside the room, trying to beat each other. 

“He threatened me!” Sam exclaimed. 

“He tried to steal my metal arm!” Bucky defended. 

Both men came to a screeching halt when they digested the scene, though. Steve rolled his eyes at his idiotic friends and tried to put pressure on Y/N’s head wound. “Sam, get Bruce, please. Tell him to prepare med - and Bucky, get Natasha. She’ll want to be here,” he ordered, and the men nodded, guilty. 

Steve carefully picked Y/N up in his arms and hoisted her into the air, carrying her to med where Bruce and Helen were, Sam explaining the situation to them. Instantly, Helen jumped into action. She instructed Steve to lay Y/N down on one of the med’s beds and then ushered the men out of the room, where she then began grabbing various medical things and assessing Y/N’s injuries, instructing Bruce to hook her up to an IV.

Steve and Sam stood outside, not saying a word to each other, both pacing back and forth. They did not have to be silent for long, though, because pounding footsteps soon approached and the men looked up to see a very furious Natasha with Bucky trailing behind her. 

The redhead’s eyes fell onto the closed med doors and huffed, turning back to Steve. “I leave her with you for training one day and she gets hurt?!” She demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at him. 

Steve swallowed. “Nat, I-” He began to say, but was cut off. 

“What happened?” Natasha asked. 

Steve glanced up at her, first irritated when she asked him a question and then interrupted him whilst he was answering, but backed off when he saw the urgency, the nervousness in her eyes; she was scared. Scared that Y/N was really hurt and guilty. 

“We were training. I threw my shield at her, expecting her to catch it or duck . . . But Sam and Buck distracted her and it hit her,” he said, not wanting to throw his friends under the bus but also knowing he had to be truthful.

Natasha stood in place, processing the information. She took a breath, and had almost completely calmed down when Bucky decided to open his mouth.

“Y’know, if anything we tested her. What if someone yelled during a mission? Is she gonna get distracted then?” He mumbled, not really meaning it but wanting to spare him and Sam Natasha’s wrath.

Karma’s a bitch, though, because it did the exact opposite.

If you blinked you’d miss it: Natasha swiftly turned and pushed Bucky against the wall, pinning him there with his hands above his hand.

“Don’t you dare start blaming this on Y/N, you hear me?” She said in a low tone, glaring.

Bucky quickly nodded and Natasha released him. When she did, the door opened and Helen appeared.

“She’ll be okay—” Helen began, and Natasha let out a breath of relief, “—but she does need to be off training for at least a month. She has a concussion, broken ankle, and . . . the shield sort of stabbed her in her stomach.”

It took a couple moments for all four to digest this. Steve paled and Natasha’s crossed arms for tighter as she bit her lip. “Can I see her?” She asked.

“She’s still unconscious, but yes,” Helen answered, nodding.

Natasha almost failed to contain the gasp lurching to leave her throat when she saw Y/N, all bandaged up. The spy gulped and sat down beside her, not knowing what else to do other than sit there, and had no clue what she’d say when Y/N woke up because she sure as hell wasn’t leaving her. Thankfully, Natasha had some time to think it out.

Almost a day later and Natasha hadn’t left — Clint had convinced her to go sleep and eat for a couple hours, but that was it — and now, Y/N woke up.

“Ms. Romanoff?” Y/N murmured in a haze of confusion, squinting her eyes to see her mentor curled up in a chair, reading a big book.

Natasha snapped her head up and immediately sat forward, a smile covering her face. “Y/N! You’re awake? How are you feeling? And how many times have I told you to call me ‘Natasha’?”

Y/N blushed but nodded. “I’m fine, probably the painkillers’ doing though . . . How long was I out?” She said.

“Around a day,” Natasha answered.

“Did you . . . Did you stay here?” Y/N asked again, a little smaller this time, playing with her blanket.

“Most of it, yeah,” Natasha murmured, relaxing into the chair.

“Really? You’re-you’re not mad?” Y/N said, eyes wide and jaw dropped in surprised.

Natasha scrunched her face up. “What? No — of course I’m not mad! You’re like my daughter! How could I be—?”

Natasha was cut off by Y/N’s loud, yet thankful gasp. The teenager sat up and wrapped her arms around Natasha and, after a moment, Natasha smiled and wrapped her arms around her too.

Y/N truly was like her daughter, and mothers were always protective over their children.

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[hereforhalstead]

Ambo 61

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader 

• Requested:  “I’ve missed being like this with you”

• Warnings: mention of fire/fatality/needles

• Summary: You’re instructed to contact Jay to assist with a fire you’ve been called to and he’s there to support you after dealing with your first faitality.

• Words: 3978

• A/N :  Thanks so much for this request! I’m not over struck with it and it’s quite short but wanted to get it posted - hope you enjoy xx

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Tonight was your third night shift in a row at the firehouse, starting to take its toll as you slumped around looking for any excuse to take the weight off your feet just for a few moments.

You were grateful Severide had got you the job as paramedic alongside Brett but you were now feeling like you’d been hit by a truck with all of these night shifts.

The firehouse was a close unit, everyone had each other’s back and looked out for one another. This always helped with your down days but everyone hits their breaking points and sometimes the adrenaline rush was the only thing keeping you going.

What made it worse was seeing everyone else seeming to be having the time of their lives, throwing a ball around by the trucks but you slouched in Severide’s chair with your feet kicked up on the table in front of you.

Eyes just about coming to a close as you hear that dreaded alarm which sends everyone running ‘Truck 51. Squad 3. Ambo 61 fire reported on the corner of 8th street” no matter how drained you were it was always able to put that spring in your step and you were in the ambo and out the door in seconds.

You could hear the sirens following closely behind you, scanning your wing mirror to see the parade of flashing lights that tailed down the street and towards the fire.

“You good?” Sylvie asks, snapping you out of your thoughts “night shifts taking their toll, nothing unusual” you joked but she still mirrored the look of concern on her face with her furrowed brows and occasional glare at you as she drove.

“Really I’m fine. Just looking forward to being in my own bed” you gazed out in front of you as you continued on towards the scene “Not long girl, only a few hours to go” she gives you her doting smile as she slams her foot down on the peddle to speed through an intersection

“everything alright with you and Jay?” She asks and you shrug “only see him for a few hours these days and even then it’s mostly when he’s asleep and I’m sat on the sofa wide awake” you admit, letting the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think about it.

“He’s so proud of you though” her cheery voice changes the tone of conversation “I always hear him brag about you in Molly’s, you’ve got yourself a good’un there Y/N” you feel the heat rise to your cheeks and smile creep on your face “i just miss him” you huff and reach for the energy drink that was by your side.

“I thought Jay told you to not drink those anymore” she utters as the truck comes to a stop, making her way to your side after grabbing the medic bag from the back.

“He’s not here right now” you remind her “What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him” you add, causing her to cock her eyebrow at you and chuckle “You’re brave”.

You put Sylvies comment to the back of your mind as you head over to the scene in front of you, Casey already with his team positioning the engine by the fire hydrant across the street whist Severide and the squad were storming over to the building that was currently ablaze.

You had barely stepped over the threshold as a girl no older than 5 came sprinting towards you, wrapping herself round your legs as she clung to you with all of her might. Whilst your mind was now on the young girl, a woman who was presumably the mother quickly followed in running out of the building and towards you.

She gripped at your shoulder as Sylvie eased her off of you, stood in shock as you barely had a chance to familiarise and asses the situation before being presented with two victims.

After several rounds of tests, being confident that neither of the victims required rushing to med for urgent treatment you helped them wrap up and had the oxygen masks placed round their necks just in case they felt the need.

Whilst securing the young girls blanket you thought back to you sat in the chair an hour ago, nearly asleep and wishing to not hear that alarm but here you were.

Back with your head on the job and dedicating yourself to the people who needed you, proving to yourself that you were good enough and deserved your spot with the great team you had surrounding you.

You looked up to see the fire dwindling out and Casey rounding up his team, Severide was retracting the ladders back onto the truck as the rest of the squad shuffled out of the fragile building that barely stood in front of you. 

You were awaiting the go ahead from the Chief that you could leave, taking a swig from your energy drink and placing it back into the front of the ambo where you were earlier sat. Making your way round to the back of the truck to sit with the mother and daughter, still understandably shaken but doing well considering how bad things could have been.

“How long have you lived here?” You questioned, making small talk to pass the time and attempt to keep their minds preoccupied “Nearly 4 years, we moved in when I was pregnant and haven’t looked back since” the mother opens up, the young girl under her arm beside her.

You shifted your focus onto the girl, sat staring at the ground with her head hung low to lean on her elbows “How you doing sweetie?” You asked but didn’t get a response. The mother looked down on her daughter, you moved yourself so you could be in front of her and reach her eye level.

“You tell the lady if something hurts or you don’t feel well Claudia?” Still no response, you gently reach your hand to place on her shoulder but she flinches “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you” you whisper, leaning towards her for empathy “Will my daddy be okay?” Her voice cracks and you look to the mother who looks just as puzzled as you.

“Daddy’s at work, honey?” She asks with the same panic and confusion laced in her tone “I saw him come through the back door just before the fire started” she confesses “He was with another man who told him he was in trouble” she continues and you scan around to see if they pulled anyone else out of the fire but you had no such luck.

“And you’re sure your daddy was in the house before the fire?” You yet again ask to try and get the facts before you go off and panic to one of the others “I’m positive!” She raises her voice but you try to keep her calm.

“is he going to be okay?” She probes towards her Mother but you excuse yourself to go and talk to Severide who stood on the other side of the truck with Casey.

“You guys pull anyone else out of there?” You question but can tell by the looks on their faces and the happiness in their banter they thought it was a successful save with two victims being relatively unharmed, their faces fall as they realise what you’re asking

“Just the two” Severide answers before Casey nods in agreement “Only the mother and daughter, rest of the place was clear” he adds, sounding confident in his answer. “You mind going inside to do one more double check? She seems certain her dad was inside when the place went up but the mother doesn’t seem to have a clue” you quietly recount to the two lieutenants who waste no time in rounding up a few of their team and heading back inside.

You decide to wait by the rig to avoid more questions from the victims as you really had no answers and didn’t feel right speaking to them before you knew more.

Minutes go by and your eyes are pinned to the door that the men walked through just moments before, nervously biting on your fingernails and feeling your heart pounding in your chest. Silently hoping it was from the energy drink and not the nauseous feeling you had in the pit of your stomach that you knew something wasn’t going right.

Casey appears at the door and nods his head for you to go over, you follow his command and find yourself bounding over “you might wanna call your boy toy” he murmurs, aware of the close proximity of the mother and daughter that sat close by “Jay?” You question to which he nods “We got a body.”

You do as you’re told and call Jay who you can hear immediately gathers up the available Intelligence members and leaves the district. You head back to the ambo, trying to hurry yourself but also attempting to not raise suspicion as you’re being intently watched by both the mother and daughter who sat before you “what’s going on?”

The mother stands and makes her way over to you and the front of the truck “I’m just gonna need you to stay with your daughter ma’am” you try and be as aversive as possible whilst already knowing that wasn’t going to be enough for the distressed lady “Was my husband in there?” She asks, dread and fear laced through her voice as she stands with her arms crossed over her chest trying to hold herself together.

Before you have a chance to speak, you’re interrupted by the sound of sirens coming from down the street, you turn to see several trucks speeding down towards you. Jay and Voight in the first vehicle that screeches to a stop, closely followed by Adam, Hailey and Kevin who are soon to follow suit and begin to push back nosey neighbours.

“What’s going on?” Jay heads over to you with Voight hot on his heels “Hailey” you call out to catch her attention and of course she is quick to leave the bystanders to Kevin and Adam as she joins you with Voight and Jay.

“Can you just stay with the mother? Sylvie is keeping an eye on the daughter but I need you to keep her calm” you plead and she nods and turns to introduce herself to the mother “Why don’t we take a seat?” She suggests as she geustures towards the back of the ambo where Claudia is sat.

Surprisingly she obliges and follows her guide, stopping to do the occasional double take but soon being out of sight and back with her daughter.

“You gonna tell us what’s going on?” Voight wastes not time to question as you take them over to Casey who is still in the doorway waiting for them “she said she saw her dad in the house before the fire but the mother had no idea as she thought he was at work.

They went back into investigate and” you’re cut off by a body bag passing you, the vile smell hitting you as it goes by. You quickly turn your head to try and avoid it but it was inescapable.

Jay places his hand to the top of your back as he furrows his brows in concern “you good?” He probes, concentration now more on you as Voight speaks to Casey “Good” you reassure, smile flashing on your face but he remains stern as you feel his eyes bore into you as you turn your attention back onto Voight and Casey .

“We didn’t spot it at first, he was crouched in this room that we didn’t know existed behind one of the cabinets” Casey ushers the three of you into the building, still feeling the warmth coming from the torn apart walls and the smell of ash clogging your every thought.

“Any ID?” Voight let’s himself into the room Casey had just mentioned, Jay allows you to step in first before following. The room was tiny, shocked it could fit a grown man at all, looking more like a pantry that was never used or something they intended on expanding but never did as it laid empty for all these years.

“What am I gonna tell her?” You mumble, feeling the lump in your throat and the thought of explaining the situation to the already shaken up pair sat outside “we’ll do it” Jay is quick to answer, you’re relieved to see Voight nod in agreement and not rip into Jay for speaking before thinking.

A less than helpful tendency he had when it came to you but in this case he was right as it was up to them to break the news to the family and not on you. You still wanted to be there as they relaid the heartbreaking information to the mother, being a familiar face made all the difference in these situations and whether you liked it or not you had to put that to one side and be there for support.

You watched as Jay respectfully informed the mother, watching the blood drain from her face and the strength leave her body as she began to fall to the ground.

You and Jay both instinctively lunged forward to catch her, pulling her up to now being held in Jay’s arms as she sobbed into his chest “I can’t tell Claudia, they were so close” she uttered through your tears and your heart broke, you were fortunate enough to be on the job long enough to have your fair share of threatening injuries but so far no fatalities.

You were soon learning on the job what it was like to deal with it first hand. You scan over to Hailey and Sylvie who were now both with the young girl, oblivious to her mother’s sobs as she faces away in deep distraction “why don’t we get you both to med and we can go from there?” You suggest, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder to which she nods, still buried in Jay’s chest and clutching at his arms.

You do your best to slowly unwrap her tight grasp from Jay and pull her towards you, her tear stained face was now bright red and body temperature rocketing in stress.

“Go with Y/N and we will be in touch when we have some more news” Jay consoles, still with a quiet and calming voice to try and not add to the intense situation. You had never seen him like this at work, he’d been called to a number of your jobs but only to help with rough crowds or to arrest a suspect who was injured.

He helped you through this process whether he knew it or not, if it wasn’t for him staying so calm who knows how you would’ve handled it..

Sylvie peers her head round the side of the ambo and calls out to the mother “we’ve got a little girl back here who wants her mother” she tilts her heads towards the girl before noticing the state she was in.

You give a subtle shake of your head which she thankfully spots “on second thought, why don’t you ride in the back with me and my partner will take care of your mother” she speaks to young girl in an excited tone to try and deflect away from where you were stood with Jay and the devestated woman.

“Yeah!” Claudia exclaims before climbing into the back of the ambo and settling on the seat “I can do it, I need to be with her” you hear the timid voice from beside you crack with every word. She takes a deep inhale and wipes away the tears that had stained her cheeks.

“If you need anything, give me a call no matter what hour” Jay hands her his card with a comforting smile. He flicks his eyes over you as you guide the woman towards the back of the ambo “keep me updated” he points at you to which you nod before he heads back over to join Voight who was still in the house with the rest of the team.

**

A few hours go by and you’re on your way from med, truly drained and ready to crash in your bed at the station. What started as luckily, a less than intense fire soon took a turn and had you put through your paces when you were least expecting it.

You and Sylvie both sat in silence, finishing the last of your energy drink as you toss the empty can by your feet “you still drinking that? It’s like 10pm” Sylvie chuckles as you keep your eyes staring out of the window at the darkness, her hands clinging to the steering wheel as you sat back in your seat and huffed.

“you remember the first time you see a dead body?” You question, avoiding her comments about the energy drink as you really weren’t in the mood.

“Yep. Turned up to a house call, man said his wife had been quiet and had locked herself in the bedroom, we got in and there she was laid on the floor with a needle sticking out of her arm” she woefully speaks, eyes still firmly on the road

“as much as I try and forget it, it will never leave me” she adds but you remain silent “Did you see him?” She asks to break the silence that had fallen in the ambo, the only noise being the humming of the engine and equipment clanging in the back.

“Not even, just a body bag” you admit “that shook me up enough, who knows what I’m gonna be like with an actual body” you slump further into your chair, crossing your legs in the footwell.

“maybe I’m not cut out for this” you confess and feel her eyes snap to you “are you crazy? You’ve just experienced your first fatality and you still managed to keep calm and I most importantly keep the others calm” slight strain in her voice as she continues to speak

“If you’re not doubting your job after a rough call, you didn’t do it right”.

Her words play in your mind for the rest of the journey, resting your head on the window as you pull into the station. You open the door to jump out when she tugs on your hand to stop you.

“You did good Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you different” you give her a half hearted smile before stepping down out of the vehicle. Slamming the door behind you with a deep exhale “oh, her day has just got a whole lot better” you hear her chime, your head hanging low as you make your way over to the other side to join her.

You turn the corner to see Jay stood besides Severide, signature mischievous grin and arms outstretched towards you “you really think I wouldn’t be here waiting for you?” He questions as you stroll over to him, wanting to bound into his arms but knowing how you’d never hear the end of it from the surrounding team which now all had their eyes on you.

“come on” Sylvie grabs at Kelly’s arm “let’s give them a moment” she ushers him away from the pair of you as you stand engulfed in Jay’s arms.

“You still working?” You question, leaning into Jay’s chest as he runs his fingertips up and down your back “Finished hours ago, been waiting here for you” he mumbles into the top of your head as he places a kiss to your temple.

“Thought I could stay here tonight? Can’t sleep alone in that bed for another night, I’ll go insane” you pull back to see his toothy grin beaming down onto you as you feel your heart pull

“you’re gonna stay here? With me?” You question, still latched onto his chest as he gently pushes your hair back from your face “that alright?”.

You nod into him but still want to stay wrapped up in his presence as you feel everything wash away and all of the stress dissolve in your body when he holds you. “Come on, let’s get you to your bed” he gently taps at your lower back, signalling for you to unattach yourself from him.

You resist your urges and escape his grasp but he soon slings his arm round your shoulders to pull you back into him as you walk towards the station bunks.

“I haven’t heard great things about these from you so if I get a bad back we know why” he chuckles into your hair as he places a kiss to the side of your head as you continue to walk.

“That isn’t an energy drink I smell is it?” He pulls you under his arm and closer into him. You clear your throat as he does his best to remain stern “uh, no. Just fumes” you try to slightly pull away to reduce the smell but he had you in his hold and you both knew you weren’t getting out “ah those classic fumes, always forget about those”.

You and Jay laid in silence on your station bed, luckily in the corner to stay away from prying eyes which you know your nosey team would have.

Laying content as you find your natural position with your head on him and his arm wrapped around you, hand splayed on your hip as the other absentmindedly fiddles with your fingers resting on chest.

The silence isn’t uncomfortable and awkward, feeling the need to start small talk in efforts to make some form of conversation. Instead it’s a comfortable silence, filled with happiness and content with being back where you belong.

Jay let’s out a deep exhale as he rubs light circles into your skin but keeps his eyes on the ceiling above “you know you can always talk to me” he whispers, aware of other people in the room behind asleep.

You angle your head to look up at him, catching his attention as he glances down at you “I’ll get over it, just another day at the office” you try and make light of the situation but he wasn’t having it.

“I’m serious” he scowls but not out of anger, more of concern “I don’t want you bottling this up” he runs his thumb over your temple in a comforting motion “I won’t, I promise” you return your head back to his chest as he intertwines your fingers with his.

“I’ve missed being like this with you” he confesses, seemingly out of the blue as you return to your comfortable silence. You place a kiss to the exposed skin through the neckline of his T-shirt and nuzzle further into the crook of his neck “I missed you too”.

He lets out a content hum as he tightens his grip on your side and closing the near enough already nonexsistant gap between the pair of you “my life isn’t the same without you in it” he whispers but by this point you’ve closed your eyes and we’re dozing in and out of sleep, soothed by the soft rhythm within his chest “sleep tight baby”.

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[ridiculousn3sswrites]

Pressing Issues

*Dick Grayson x Reader

*Summary: Detective Dick Grayson has never been annoyed by another person as much as journalist Reader.

*Warnings: Swearing, talks of gun violence (relevant to a case Dick is working on), mention of robbery (case mention), cop stuff. Let me know if I missed anything.

*A/N: I made a post talking about this idea a while ago and finally wrote it.

Tip Jar

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When Detective Dick Grayson stepped on the scene, he didn’t expect anything different from what was told to him on the way there. He went about doing his thing - talking to the officers on the scene, chatting with CSI - when he heard his partner let out an exaggerated groan. Dick looked over, confused at the noise. His partner just rolled his eyes, nodding towards a woman with a press badge. “Man, why’d they send her?”

“Who’s that?” Dick asked. He’d never seen her before, but she was definitely attractive. He’d had a few press statements on other cases, and he never really saw the issue with the press. Maybe that was just from growing up around Bruce and all the media attention that brought, but the journalists he’d spoken to in Bludhaven had never been rude to him.

“That’s (y/n), she’s a monster.” His partner provided no further explanation as the woman walked up to them.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but you can’t be on the scene,” Dick immediately said. He was surprised the other officers didn’t stop her at the tape.

“Right, but those officers weren’t giving me any answers,” she told him. His partner let out a laugh.

“Grayson, you can deal with her, just get her out of the tape,” his partner said.

“Rodriguez, always nice to see you.” She smiled at his partner, but her tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Haven’t gotten any better at your job since the last time we spoke, have you?”

“Grayson, get her out of here.” Rodriguez lost any amusement he had with the woman, and Dick knew he should get the journalist out of there before things escalated even further. Dick led her away from the scene, right to the edge of the tape but away from the small crowd that were always nosing around scenes.

“Detective Richard Grayson, how can I help you out?”

“(Y/n) (L/n), lead crime journalist for the Bludhaven Gazette. I wanted to get a feel for the scene before we put anything out about it,” she explained. “Anything you can share about what happened?”

“Alright, well we have two males hit in a drive-by, one dead on the scene. We don’t know much about motives or anything, but we’re suspecting rival gangs based on the fact this happened in a grey-zone,” Dick told her. It would be vague enough to satisfy her readers, but didn’t put anything too speculative out there. She was shaking her head as she wrote down what he said. “Wait, what’s all that about?”

“What?”

“The head shaking? What, you don’t agree with the police statement?” Dick was trying to joke with her, but he was still confused.

“It’s not a grey-zone, but I wouldn’t expect the cops to know that,” she said, challenging him. Dick tried to think back to his nightly activities, trying to figure out if he missed anything with how the city was divided. As far as he knew, this area was unclaimed. “Right, so that’s it?”

“Well, yeah. We just got on the scene not too long ago.” She just hummed, and he wasn’t sure if it was in acknowledgement or disapproval. “Hey, what’s your beef with Rodriguez?”

“For a Detective, he’s shit at his job,” she told him, clicking her pen as she put it back in her bag.

“Care to elaborate?”

“A kid got snatched, broad daylight, and Rodriguez was the lead on the case. Gave up after a few days. I dunno where you’re from, but where I’m from, we don’t give up like that, especially on a kid,” she said. “I wrote articles talking about it, and Rodriguez doesn’t like me because I called him out on it.”

“Wow, you’re pretty cutthroat,” Dick said, whistling lowly.

“I just don’t give you guys any slack. Be good at your job and you have nothing to worry about.” She smiled at him before turning on her heel and walking away. He watched as she put her phone to her ear, probably talking to someone back at the office. She scared him a little, but he was always up for the challenge.

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Rodriguez was right. Dick was always down for accountability, but the way you brought it into his life was a bit much. Every time there was even the slightest hint of a development, you were there with your opinions about what he was doing wrong, and if you ever had any praise for him, it was so sparse he couldn’t even tell it was praise. He was just trying to look through some files to piece together your little cryptic ‘it’s not a grey-zone’ hint, when Rodriguez tapped on his desk.

“What’s up?” He asked, looking up at his partner.

“You got a visitor.”

“God, don’t tell me…”

“Surprise, your worst nightmare is here, Grayson.”

“Aw, I got a new nickname?” You asked Rodriguez as you dropped in the chair next to Dick’s desk. Dick had to stop the groan from escaping him, really not wanting to deal with you.

“She’s your problem now,” Rodriguez said, walking away. Dick almost wished he could go with him.

“Alright, (L/n), what is it now?” Dick asked, putting down his files.

“You have ID on one of the victims and it was a guy with no connections to anything on the Underground, but no progress on the shooter? C’mon, Grayson, I thought you’d at least be better than Rodriguez.”

“I’m working with what I have,” he huffed, fighting the way he wanted to roll his eyes.

“You’re not looking at all your options. Put away the gang files, they’re not the ones you should be looking at,” you almost ordered him. “I’m practically doing your job for you at this point. I gotta run, I have an interview.”

“You’re leaving the Gazette?” Dick was almost hopeful. That would definitely make things easier on him.

“No, smart one, I’m the one doing the interviewing.”

“Wow, who would’ve guessed with your shining personality,” Dick shot back, finally annoyed.

“I’m a ray of sunshine, just not with cops,” you said with your fake little smile before leaving him there. It took everything to not slam his head against his desk.

**********

Dick always thought he was good under pressure, but this was intense. With your little article that came out the day after you talked to him - apparently your interview was with the victim’s wife - public pressure was increasing on the department tenfold. He hated to admit it, but you were good at what you did. He was almost pissed off at himself after reading the article, and that was saying something.

He needed to close this case so he could get you off his back, and he needed to do it fast. Not only did you put pressure on the department, now his superiors were putting even more pressure on him. He knew you were cryptic with what you knew, but you wanted him to put together the pieces. When he was out for his nightly patrol, he was trying to piece together what little hints you dropped.

Dick had to admitted he was silently fuming as he sat on the rooftop across from the scene of the crime. After all, what did you know? It’s not like you had access to the databases he did, both legally and in the legally grey. What did she mean it’s not gang-related? It has to be, this is disputed territory right now. 

And of course something sketchy had to happen while he was doubting you. A black town car pulled up to the block, someone getting out of the passenger seat and scanning the area before going back to talk to someone in the back. Dick cursed as he grabbed his binoculars, trying to watch the scene closer to see if he could get any more information from the sketchy scene. He zoomed in on the man in the backseat, a guy dressed in an expensive-looking suit wearing sunglasses at night (like an asshole), silver rings adorning his fingers.

“No way,” Dick mumbled, taking a picture of the rings to send to Barbara later. One of them in particular looked familiar, but he couldn’t exactly place it. “How the hell did she…”

After whoever it was seemed satisfied with how the scene looked, the person got back into the car and it pulled off, the tires screeching in the quiet of the night. As soon as Dick finished his patrols for the night, he sent the picture off to Barbara. She called him as soon as she ran the picture. “Hey, where’d you see this guy?”

“By the scene of that drive-by a couple weeks ago,” Dick explained. “I recognize that big ring he’s wearing on his middle finger, but I have no idea where from. Can you help me out?”

“Yeah, that’s a Baglio family ring,” she told him. “I can’t get an ID on the guy, but you remember that Italian family we were having trouble with out here? Same family.”

“Damn, she was right then. Technically not gang related. Hey, does the mob count as a gang?”

“I mean, technically, but they aren’t really recognized as gangs when it comes to like popular recognition. Does that really matter, though?”

“It’s a matter of me being technically right, so yes.”

“You’re annoying, has anyone told you that lately?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

“Okay, good talk then.”

**********

Actually having a solid lead meant that he was able to close the case a lot sooner than he previously thought. Sure, he wasn’t able to actually bag whoever was in the back of the town car, but he was able to track down the shooters. At the press conference announcing the arrest of the shooters, he could see you right there in the front row with the other reporters. Dick caught your gaze for a second, and he almost missed the small nod of approval you gave him. For a moment, he thought he’d finally get on your good side again.

Then again, the peace could only last for so long. Every single case he was on, he could bet there was an article about it soon to follow. You’d appear at every crime scene, moving on from antagonizing Rodriguez to finding Dick and immediately bothering him. You’d drop your little cryptic hints when he was having trouble with cases, and somehow they’d actually be useful once he decoded them. The thing that probably bugged him the most was how you managed to get to his desk almost every day he was working on particularly difficult cases. You never let him get to the point of forgetting about cases, especially for the ones that involved people that stayed away from the Underground.

He could understand not wanting cases to go cold, but the fact that you were coming into the precinct every single day to bug him about developments was a bit much. Dick could handle a healthy amount of shit talking, but there was just something about your shit talking that got him on edge. Everything about you just got under his skin, and seeing you so often was really not helping that out. It got to the point where he started trying to avoid you just to keep his sanity.

“Grayson, (L/n) just got on the scene, you wanna run?” Rodriguez asked as soon as he spotted you talking to the officers at the tape. Dick quickly looked around, trying to find someplace he could disappear to. The only real option would be to go look like he was talking to the CSI team, but he didn’t want to disturb them actually doing their jobs. Before he could make a decision, you were already approaching.

“Grayson, stop running from me. You know I know where you work,” you called out to him.

“I should really get you banned from the precinct,” he shot back, a small frown on his face. 

“You know you’d get bored without me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “So, whatcha got for me?”

“Why are you talking like you’re on this case? Technically I don’t have to tell you anything more than the other officers told you.”

“So what I’m hearing is go ahead and write whatever I want.”

“For fuck’s sake-”

“Ooo, that’s the first time I’ve heard you curse. I like it. So, what’s the news?”

“It’s a robbery, one injured, but we have a couple witnesses and it sounds like we have a pretty solid perp description. We’re just waiting for the witnesses to meet with the sketch artist and then we’re sending out the sketch to the papers and news outlets,” Dick told you. “There, satisfied?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. Glad this one’s an easy one, I’d hate to have to write about you again,” you told him, turning around with a small smile on your face. “See you later, Grayson.”

“I sure hope not,” he decided to call after you. He could faintly hear your laugh, but the thing that caught his attention was the fact that you decided to flip him off as you walked away. Dick froze for a second, not sure if he should be highly amused or pissed off. He settled for somewhere in the middle, leaning more towards being pissed off.

When you put out your article, it was a simple, tell the details, share the perp sketch type of article. Dick was pleasantly surprised that there were no real call outs about him; as a matter of fact, his name was only mentioned once with the request that anyone who sees or has information about the suspect contact the tip-line immediately. He smiled at his laptop, taking the lack of criticism as praise. He was even willing to take the shit talking from Rodriguez, because as far as he was concerned, Rodriguez was just jealous that he never got this type of reaction from you.

**********

Dick didn’t realize he actually somewhat enjoyed your company - if he could call it that - until you stopped bothering him. You moved on from targeting him, bugging other detectives and officers about their open cases. He would hear complaints, as well as some pretty unsavory things, about you from the people you were bothering, and he was surprised about the amount of times he almost jumped to your defense. You were the biggest pain in his ass - constantly bugging him about his cases and making sure that he didn’t forget about your existence - so why did your disappearance bother him so much?

He got used to seeing you around the precinct (just not talking to him), but then he noticed when you stopped showing up. You didn’t show up to crime scenes, you didn’t show up to the precinct, you just weren’t there anymore, and that worried him. He tried asking around about you, seeing if maybe you were there and he just didn’t happen to run into you, but he met the same response: relief that you’d stopped coming around. It got to the point where he was checking the Bludhaven Gazette’s website to see if you’d written any new articles. Nothing.

Dick figured there’d be no way to really contact you; it wasn’t like he could just call your job and be like ‘hey, why isn’t this journalist bothering me anymore?’. He tried pushing you to the back of his mind, but he found himself still looking for you. It annoyed him - even when you weren’t there, you still managed to find a way to bug him. Before he knew it, a month had passed without seeing you. Then, as he was trying to schmooze up to a DA at the Policeman’s Ball, he could hear the telltale groan of another officer. You were there.

Sure enough, there you were in a black cocktail dress, a flute of champagne in hand, talking to someone he vaguely recognized from a different precinct. He wanted to excuse himself from his conversation just to see where the hell you’d been, but he knew he couldn’t risk it. He’d just have to find you later.

Then you slipped away yet again. Dick kept seeing glimpses of you here and there, but he could never catch up to you. It wasn’t until you went to the bar that Dick finally found his opening. You were talking to someone, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He slid up beside you at the bar, ordering a drink. He could see you straighten up at the sound of his voice, knowing he had your attention. As he took a drink of the whiskey in his cup, he turned to look at you.

You were a lot more done up than you normally were when you were working, but he couldn’t say he strongly preferred either. You looked amazing either way, just in different ways. “(L/n), funny running into you here.”

“Grayson,” you greeted, taking a sip of your own drink. “I can hardly believe this is an accident considering the way you’ve been watching me all night.”

That took him off guard, just enough to make him choke on his drink for a second. As soon as he regained his composure, he tried to figure out how to come back from his blunder. “Well, yeah. I thought I was seeing a ghost considering how you just disappeared.”

Not his best work, but you gave an amused smile so he would count it as a win. “Aw, you missed me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. It was just weird not being bothered every second of my work day.” You tipped your glass back, the last of your drink passing your lips. He watched as you swallowed before putting the glass back on the counter, leaving some bills folded under it.

“Ah, I see. Well, I guess I’ll see you around, Grayson.” You stood from your seat, giving him one last look before turning to disappear back into the crowd. Dick would have to work fast if he wanted to catch up to you before you slipped through his fingers yet again. He paid for his drink and left a tip as fast as he could, scanning through the crowd for you again. You were about to disappear down the hallway towards the bathrooms, and he still had to make his way through the crowd as politely as possible while also avoiding conversation. Damn social conventions. 

You walked down the hall, wanting to escape to the bathroom for a few minutes to compose yourself, when you felt a hand around your wrist. You whipped around, not knowing who would be daring enough in a room full of police, just to see the last person you wanted to. “Grayson, let go of me.”

“No,” his voice was firm before he realized it must’ve been a little jarring to just get grabbed. “Sorry, but no.”

“What do you want?”

“Why are you even here?”

“It’s my job. I’m reporting on this damn thing,” you practically hissed, trying again to tug your wrist free from his hold. “Why do you care so much?”

“You’ve been MIA for a month and then suddenly you just appear here of all places? What gives?” He said, stepping towards you. You took a step back, trying to keep the distance, but your back just hit the wall behind you. You were forced to look up at him, the storm in his blue eyes surprising you. Why did it matter so much?

“I got sick, alright? My editor thought this would be an easy returner,” you snapped, trying to maintain your glare with him. It was a little difficult with how close he was to not get flustered, but you did what you needed to. “Why, did you miss me?”

You could tell that pissed him off by the smallest flare of his nose, but before you could take in the victory, he hit his arm on the wall above you. He kept it there, trapping you between his body and the wall. He wasn’t pressed against you just yet, but you wouldn’t be opposed to it if it was. “Why do you like pissing me off so much?”

He really didn’t see the opportunity he presented you with. You grabbed his tie the slightest bit, giving him the chance to pull away if he wanted to. When he didn’t, you used it to pull him down to your eye level. “Have you ever considered how fun it is?”

There was a moment of pure silence between the two of you, the faint noise of the party still going on just down the hall reminding you that you weren’t actually alone. Your gaze flicked down to his lips for just a moment, and then it was over. You don’t know who closed the distance first, but it didn’t really matter. The kiss was heated from the beginning, messy with tongue and teeth but you weren’t going to complain about it. Your hold on his tie tightened, pulling him closer to you. Dick’s arm moved from pressed against the wall above you, one hand fisting in your hair and the other wrapping around your waist to pull your body against him.

“God, I hate you,” Dick panted soon after he broke the kiss.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t?” You tried teasing, even though your voice was a lot more airy than you would care to admit.

“You annoy the hell out of me.”

“I’m a journalist that doesn’t give cops any wiggle room, of course I do.” He rolled his eyes, making you smile. You pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But you still missed me.”

“I guess I did. Do you maybe wanna get out of here?” You raised your brow, knowing he had to know how that sounded. It took him a second, but it finally clicked. “Not like that! Get some food or something. You probably aren’t annoying all the time.”

“You underestimate me,” you joked, making him smile. He has a pretty smile. “But I’ll take you up on that. Just make sure you behave yourself.”

“You’re the one who kissed me!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You freed yourself from his arms, making your way back down the hallway towards the exit. It took him a second, but you heard Dick following close behind. He pressed a hand to the small of your back, making sure you wouldn’t slip from his fingers again.

**********

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our final night alive

Eren Jaeger x Reader one shot.

Afab reader, gender neutral pronouns used!

Content Warning: angst & nsfw. Slight violence, first time blowjobs, first time vaginal sex. Not spoiler free, manga is preferred to have been read.

Posted on my ao3.

Summary: You and Eren become lovers, but he disappears years later and it causes conflict on your relationship. I’m bad at summaries I’m so sorry

5.9k words. This is posted on my phone I’m so sorry if the layout is ugly lol. First story posted on here!! :) Feedback is welcomed!

you and eren got together not long after annie was caught being the female titan. you, eren, armin and mikasa became close friends during your cadet days.

you shared a bunk with mikasa, and seeing as she was always focused on eren and armin, you were scared to become her friend because you were unsure if she even wanted friends. you and her became sparring partners during training one day and she, obviously, kept beating you. at some point, eren walks over and tells her to give you a break and so she apologizes to you. from that point on, you always saw eren as a life saver. yes, she kept dropping you to the ground so much to the point where you were in pain so eren saved you. you accepted her apology, of course, and you even got to ask her if you could be friends. mikasa shrugged, but eren answered for her: he said he’d like that. he introduced himself and he called for armin and you introduced yourselves. the four of you never thought you’d actually join their friend group. these were the first friends you made and you never felt happier in your life.

“y/n, what made you want to join the cadet corps? you never told us,” you remember armin asking you one day.

“oh… um… it’s a stupid reason. it’s not worth mentioning… it’ll make it seem like i’m a joke..”

“no reason is stupid. except for that horse face’s reason, that bastard is a coward!” eren said, screeching.

“um.. well as a kid, i was neglected by both my parents. they were so focused on my older brother joining the military police and so happy for him that they basically forgot about me a lot. they always called me a disappointment and such and it always made me feel like shit..”

“so you joined to prove to them you’re worthy?” 

“what? hell no, i joined so i could get away from them. i was tired of being treated like i was a mistake child so my choices were either join the military to slowly kill myself or join the military to get away from my terrible parents. i honestly haven’t felt happy probably my whole life. but then i met you guys and now i feel like i have a purpose to be here? i want to protect you guys. all three of you…”

eren gives a slight smile and then it turns into a bright one. he leans to his left and wraps an arm around your shoulder and his other arm around armin and pulls them in. you and armin wrap one arm around mikasa and you all hug each other. you knew you were there to protect them all. even though mikasa is always there to try and protect eren, you know she needed someone to protect her, and you know for a fact someone had to be there for armin.

 

when discussing what branch of the military you guys were going to join, you four chose to join the scout regiment. then so much happened between when you talked about what you were going to join and graduating as cadets. there were days where you and eren would work together practicing and even though you were her friend, mikasa would keep watching you to make sure you wouldn’t get too close to him. she never told you that she would watch, but she was. when you and eren would spar, there’d be times where he’d pin you on the ground and straddle you with the wooden knife pointing to your neck. you started gaining a crush on eren, not knowing he was too, and you’d blush instead of defending yourself. at some point, you did push him right off of you and pin him instead, which resulted in him with a red face instead. 

when switching partners, you sparred with armin next while eren went to reiner. instead of sparring armin, you tried teaching him moves since you knew he was fragile and it wouldn’t have been a fair fight. armin brought up the topic of you and eren.

“so, you and eren? i saw you guys being flustered while sparring.”

“w-w-what??? nooooo, i wasn't flustered???? no one was flustered, armin. haha..” way to be obvious, y/n.

armin giggles and immediately drops the conversation.

eventually, time passes and the colossal titan decides to return, bringing titans with it. cadets are to help kill titans. you ended up on another squad, but you remind yourself to keep in contact with eren and armin. you couldn't keep sight of mikasa being she was with the higher ups, but you tried. you remember crashing into armin with ymir and connie. that's when you find out that… eren got eaten by a titan. it broke your heart, you felt the pieces inside of you tearing apart. you tried being strong but.. tears started to fall. mikasa made her way and she found out too, armin screaming in tears of all the members in his squad who'd died. mikasa was silently angry, calling everyone cowards. she soars off with little gas, and you immediately chase after her. she flew away so quickly, you couldn’t catch up with her. you had to protect her, you promised to protect your friends. one is already gone, you couldn’t have another one disappear. if she disappears, how can you trust yourself to protect armin? after you all made it to the building, killed the titans inside and got to refilling your gases, you find out that the titan who was killing other titans was none other than eren, the kid you started to gain feelings for.

time skip to capturing annie, the female titan, you and eren had finally gotten alone time. a time to talk your feelings out as eren heals from his fight with her. you went to visit him when you know everyone already has, but when you know he was still awake. it’s been a few years since you’ve met and started gaining feelings, being as you met when you were 12 and are now 15.

“hey, eren. how��re you feelin’, titan boy?”

“ugh, don’t call me that, y/n. that’s the least thing i wanna hear from you.”

“sorry…”

“.... y/n?”

“eren?” you both say at the same time.

“oh, you can-”

“no no, you go.”

you both give off small laughs.

“you go first, y/n.”

“um. well, i’m pretty sure this is the wrong time to bring this up considering you’re tired from fighting that female titan. plus this war isn’t near over and i shouldn’t be focused on feelings because we are soldiers but, uh. i have-”

“me too,” eren cuts in.

“feelings, i- what? i didn’t even finish-”

“it’s been obvious. well, not really. i didn’t think it was obvious, but i figured by the way we’ve been acting towards each other. we always get flustered when we’re close to each other. y/n, did you even realize that you’re holding my hand?”

you both look down and see that you’re holding his hand. you snatch it back with a flushed face and start stuttering.

“i-i-i always h-hold my friends' hands!!! i k-know you’ve seen me hold armin’s!! please, y-you’re not special, eren jaeger!”

eren giggles and blushes as well, leaning to grab your hand once more, this time interlocking the fingers.

“i agree. this isn’t the time for romance considering we are soldiers in the middle of a battle. but that doesn’t make me not want to further this relationship between us.. i-if you want that, that is…”

you bite your lip, looking away from him. you squeeze his hand and he caresses your skin with his thumb. you both kind of just ended the conversation there, but everything was mutual between the two of you. you knew what you wanted. a relationship, but never really having the title due to the war you all were going through. time flies and the battle with reiner and bertholdt to capture eren back from them happens. all you could feel about this battle was anger; you were going to get eren back. and you did. during the time where everyone was healing from it, that’s when you and eren both told both mikasa and armin about the little thing you guys had.

armin was supportive, he was easy. but mikasa took it a little hard, not showing it though. you pulled mikasa away and had a long talk with her about it, tell her you didn’t mean to catch feelings for the man she’d grown to protect with her life, it kind of just happened. but she couldn’t stay upset forever. she wishes for eren to be happy, and as she can see: you made him happy. the happiest he’s been. and she wants you, one of her best friends to be happy too, and clearly it was with eren. since then, you and eren have been open with your relationship. everyone knew, and no one tried to end it. when you guys told the crew, most of them basically said “we figured”. jean actually laughed and didn’t believe it at first, “really? in a relationship with that suicidal blockhead? yeah, alright .” so you did what any couple would do to prove their relationship, you kissed eren in front of them all, in plain sight. that was your first kiss. his, also. jean’s face turned red in embarrassment and he turned away. “alright, whatever. you’re both crazy.”

 

.

 

you miss him.

 

you miss eren. you all found out about what was truly outside the walls, and you helped eren cope the most. you know he really wanted to kill the enemy, they caused so much pain to his home inside the walls. he wanted revenge. you understood and supported his anger, you were there with him through every moment. his rants, his tears, his fears. you backed him up; you were on his side. so why did he still leave you alone? why did he disappear from you and your friends? why were you all in marley, watching his attack titan destroy it from above? you weren’t completely mad, you all were gonna infiltrate marley eventually, you just did it quicker and earlier than planned. when you saw him with your own eyes, his titan, your heart sunk. he looked so different.. has it really been that long? no way. and… he grew such long hair.. god. it was actually kind of hot, but you were too angry to admit it.

you sigh. you stood in the blimp, you didn’t do any fighting. you explicitly told commander hange and captain levi that when you arrive at marley, you refuse to fight. you were in gear, in case you had to, but you mainly stood in the ship with them. when everyone retreated after mikasa recaptured eren, captain levi kicked him to the wall. mikasa tries to run to them, but armin’ stops her. you were in a distance, out of eren’s eyesight but you could see him. you really hated his damn face right now.

two soldiers with guns run to him, pointing towards him. levi starts to speak to him once more.

“this brings back memories, eren. you have such a kickable face.” that earns a small chuckle from you. “after you’re tied up, let’s have a chat.”

“that’s fine, i explained everything in the letters though. did you not understand it?”

“tch. that face reminds me of the rotten shits who lived underground. never thought i would see it on you. but cheer up, everything happened like you wanted it to, right?”

eren just stares off into space, but then looks levi straight in the eyes and he mumbles out, “... where are they?”

“who?”

“you know who… where is y/n.”

“tch. oi, l/n. talk to your shithead boyfriend before anything else happens. i’m tired of looking at his disgusting face.”

levi walks away, tells the soldiers to chain him up and they walk away, leaving you finally in his eyesight. internally, his heart sinks. the look on your face was pure disgust, and anger. you walk towards him, and he looks up at you with his dead souled eyes. you clench your fists.

“y/n…”

you let out a huge breath. “eren.”

“... y/n, i’ve mis-”

you already know what he was going to say, and it just pisses you off. you growl and punch the wall behind his head. you lean your leg back and kick it right into his stomach. you grab a fistful of his hair, gripping it and bringing his face to yours. mikasa tries to push through armin, but armin manages to hold her back still.

“y/n, stop !” mikasa screams.

“do you have any FUCKING clue how worried i’ve been, eren?! HUH?! DO YOU??” you ignore mikasa, “besides mikasa, i probably was even more worried than her! YOU LEFT ME, EREN. are you stupid, eh? HUH? are you fucking stupid? you like knowing your partner is just worried sick about you? fuck the plan, if i wanted to i would throw you off this air ship myself. i don’t even like looking at how disgusting you look, you’re hideous. that dead look in your eyes. you’re not even eren! you’re some man who’s a fucking joke, you don’t care about us do you?! that time on the train? when you said we were all important to you? was that a lie? do you even think we are?” you bang his head into the wall and knee him in the face, bruising his nose and bleeding from it. tears start to well up in your eyes, “i missed you, eren… why’d you just leave us like that? i’m your partner… whatever, you’re not worth my time right now. i’m going to check on the others.”

you let go of eren’s hair, look at him a second more and make a disgusted face once more. “you’re not worth my tears.” you start to walk towards the back of the airship.

“you never left my mind the whole time i was there, y/n. i promise you. ”

you clench your fists and ignore him, continuing to walk to the others to see who made it on the airship.

 

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“eren.”

“... y/n?”

you went to visit the prison before commander hange did. you needed to talk to him.

“we need to talk.”

“i’m all ears, my love.”

you hate that he’s seriously using pet names on you right now. it’s always been a weakness. my love, baby, lovebird. you loved them all.

“cute, we using pet names after i beat this shit out of you? okay, sweetie. i’ll call you titan man, yeah?”

“come on, don’t start that again. what are you here for, hm?”

“to talk.”

“okay.. so talk. come on, you know you want to start with how i look.”

“how you look? haha, okay. you want me to say that you look hot? that i want you to ravage me? bend me over and do nasty things to me?”

eren smirks, “actually, yeah. if that’s how you feel, i’d love to hear you say that.”

you chuckle, hating that he isn’t wrong. you do feel that way about him right now. him being really attractive right now, a man bun AND he’s shirtless? this is so unfair.

“well, too bad then. you won’t hear me say those words with confidence. but it would be nice…” you grin and lick your lips.

“oh? unlock these prison bars, and i’ll show you a good time then, baby.”

“no. let’s be serious now-”

“i am serious.”

“no, eren. we need to seriously have a talk,” you give out an exhale, “why’d you do it? do you have a plan in mind?” eren sighs, about to cut you off but you continue, “i’m being serious, eren. i’m not planning on telling the others. this is between us… why’d you leave me?” you start to tear up, “why, eren… you have a good reason for this, right?”

eren looks away from you, not wanting to make eye contact. “i have a plan, y/n. it’s going to work, i know it is.”

“what is it, baby? please, just between us two… i need to know why you left me for so long. i’ve been hurting so much. i love you eren, so fucking much. i literally can’t see myself without you, i see a future with you. please, eren. i want to be with you through it all, thick and thin. we are going to defeat marley together, right?”

“y/n. you are the light in my life, the reason i’m doing everything i am. i want you to live such a perfect life, whether it’s with me or not. i know what i’m doing. i’m doing it for you.”

“no.. no no no! you’re supposed to be doing it WITH me, not FOR me! we’re a pair, we do it together!” you bang on the prison bars, “please eren… i can help you.. yes, i’m upset with you, and i love armin and mikasa, even jean and connie! hell, i love sasha too, god rest her soul. i’m here to protect them all, just as i was in the cadets to protect you, armin and mika. but i love you the most, and if i had to choose… it’s always going to be you. i’d betray my comrades for you, eren-”

“no. no you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let you. i love you, y/n. with my life, my heart, my soul. i’m willing to die for you if i could, but i will not let you betray the others. they need you more than you need me.”

“eren…” you’re full blown crying now, tears running down your face and overall a crying mess. you reach your hands between the bars holding his face in them and he places his arms through the bars to your waist, “please, eren. let me be by your side. i know floch released information about you, us imprisoning you. it was a tough decision, but someone leaked information to me about how you’re going to escape and meet some of your, uh, followers? they didn’t know if they were supposed to tell me considering the fact i was so angry with you on the airship, but someone slipped up. i know that’s not your real plan, you have something else planned for this… there’s no way you want to be on zeke’s side.. right?”

eren laughs, “hell no. i fucking hate that guy.”

“then what are your true intentions, eren…” you run your thumb across his lips, glancing back and forth between his eyes and lips.

“... i can’t tell you. to protect you, armin, mikasa… the others. i can’t tell you. you’re not joining floch and my followers. you’re staying with the scouts.”

“eren, i’m not-”

“l/n? are you down there?”

you and eren pull away from your intimate hold, and put some distance between yourselves. you cough.

“yes, captain. sorry. i had to give eren another beating and more yelling.”

“well, get out. you’re not allowed to be alone with eren.”

“yessir!”

eren looks at you and looks away. you lean back in the prison bars, grab his shoulders and bring it between the bars. you give him a kiss, a light yet deep kiss. one that just screams, please eren. he kisses you back, putting one hand on your waist. you pull away from his lips.

“.... i love you, eren. please, reconsider,” you whisper.

 

“i love you, y/n. more than you ever will know, i promise to spend my last 4 years with you,” his words make you tilt your head in confusion, “you’ll understand later. i promise you .”

you start to walk back, but then you hear eren’s last words to you, “you gonna let me ravage you soon, right? don’t act like i know you don’t think i’m so hot now.”

you giggle and walk backwards to look back at him, “i’ll think about. maybe if you’re a good boy, you can bend me over and do nasty things to me. maybe more, yeah?”

“oh? is this a promise or are you a tease?’

“take your pick.”

you walk up the stairs, leaving the man of your dreams locked in the prison.

 

.

 

eren escaped the prison. he met with his followers, the jaegerists, just as you had known was going to happen. you and the squad went to a restaurant to talk with niccolo. you didn’t expect what happened to happen. sasha’s family were there to eat, niccolo found out that the girl who killed sasha, gabi, was upon them and he threatened to kill both her and falco, the young eldian boy with her. after a dramatic episode with sasha’s adopted little sister, the little girl she saved from a titan, you, armin and mikasa take gabi to a separate room. you have a small talk, only to see your beloved walk in, with a threat. but to see eren again made your stomach flutter with butterflies. god you can’t get over how hot he looks.

he tells you to leave, he needs to talk to armin and mikasa by themselves. as he sends you out, there's a soldier who leads you into another room. you assume eren told him to lead you into another room. you take off your green military jacket, leaving you in your normal day outfit. after a bit, eren walks in. you blush, because god damn he’s so hot.

“....”

“....”

“... why are you so quiet?” eren asks.

“i-i don’t.. i don’t know. everything that’s happening, it’s just. so confusing…”

“thought you wanted me to bend you over? is that not what you said?”

you look up immediately in shock, “eh?”

eren smirks, “ eh? ” he mocks you, “i said, i thought you wanted me to-”

“i heard you the first time.. seriously, eren? right now? i don’t think this is the right time to-”

“baby, i’m joking. well, not really. i kind of was hoping we would do something here, but you obviously don’t and i am not going to force you,” he sighs, “can we just… hold hands and sit in silence? everything is stressing me out and i don’t know what to do with you.”

“what to do with me..?”

“shh, just hold my hands and shut up.”

…

“eren jaeger, i know you did not just tell me to-”

“y/n l/n.” 

you immediately shut up, knowing you hate when he uses your first and last name. you look away and he reaches forward and places his hands out in front of him, on the table.

“hands.”

you hold his hands, fingers interlocked, and look into his eyes. those teal eyes… you could stare into them forever. you sit in silence for about five minutes.

“y/n.”

you hum in response.

“do you love me?”

“more than life itself.”

“... okay.”

they sit in silence once again.

“eren…”

“yes, my love?”

“.... can we… um…”

“hm? use your words, baby.”

ugh, you hate it when his pet names make you melt. and the way he uses them? UGH he just makes you want to just sit there and obey him forever if it meant him calling you baby. you started to blush and squirm in the chair. eren smirks and chuckles.

“is something wrong, baby? do you… need some release? you look like a pathetic whore in heat.”

you look at him with widened eyes. you’ve never heard eren speak like this to you before, but you.. kinda like it. like, you and eren haven’t even done sexual things so for you both to say dirty things, let alone imply sexual activities towards each other, was new. and well, it seems like that's going to change. eren leans forward with his body, taking back his hands and putting one on the table and one to grip your chin towards him.

“ are you going to fucking answer me? ”

“i-i.. i, um-”

“god, you can’t even speak. you’re so awestruck by the way i’m treating you? it was bound to happen sometime, all you do is cry about how much you love me. it’s annoying. i’m surprised you aren’t a jaegerist, on your knees kissing my shoes. begging for me to fuck the shit out of you. huh? is that what you want? for me to fuck the shit out of you? HUH? answer me, you fucking whore! ” eren slaps your face with the hand that gripped your chin, and he grips it again. he force opens your mouth and he spits in it, “ swallow it. ”

“y-yes sir,” are the only words that could come out, and it boosted his ego and the tent in his pants you didn’t notice until now started to show more. you swallowed the liquid he spit into your mouth and stared into his beautiful teal eyes. you know this is just foreplay, he’s not genuinely angry with you. because his eyes never changed. this is the love of your life… he wouldn’t hurt you. you know he wouldn’t hurt you. you open your mouth to show him you swallowed it and he chuckles.

“ good. ” he lets go of your jaw and pats your head. he looks you in the eye and smiles. a genuine loving smile. he speaks again, “are you okay with this? with what i'm doing?”

you nod, giving a smile back. “i feel amazing, eren. are we… are we gonna, y’know…”

“hm? what did i say about using your words?”

you groan and look away from his eyes. “are we, no, are you actually going to bend me over and do nasty things to me?”

“do you want me to?”

“…yes.”

eren smirks and chuckles. “your wish will be my command.”

on an instant, eren grabs your arm and yanks you over the table. he walks to where you were just standing, and then he drags you by your hair to get off the table. he forces you on the floor, on your two knees to face towards him and his bulge that was being held in his dark pants, screaming to come out. he leans against the table.

“well? what are you waiting for? i’m not helping you. you’re on your own.”

you roll your eyes and you feel like you just know what you’re supposed to do. your hands make way to his pants, unbuttoning it immediately. you pull his pants down to his ankles, and start to rub his bulge. eren sucks in a breath, leaning his head back. he’s getting impatient, he actually can’t wait. he pulls his underwear down, his girthy member slapping against his stomach. he backs up to sit on a chair and spreads his legs apart for you. you stare at him with a flushed face and widened eyes. because it’s your guy’s first time doing anything like this, he smirks and starts pumping his member. pre-cum leaking out. he bites his lip, tilts his head back and lets out a low moan.

“y/n. start. i’m not doing everything for you from here on. suck it.”

you stare at his member, not in fear because your beloved’s cock is big, but in shock. will i… will i be able to fit this in my mouth? let alone.. inSIDE of me?? you lean forward, trying not to let him wait any longer. you lick a long stripe from his balls to his tip, earning a strangled moan from eren. he doesn’t want to pull your hair yet, so he just keeps caressing his thighs. you lick it some more, and then you finally stick him inside your mouth, and he instantly thrusts into your mouth. you let out a choke and pull off to cough. he opens his eyes and puts his hand on your cheek, stroking it.

“i’m sorry baby, i-it was an instant reaction. i’ll try not to do that until you’re ready. j-just.. keep going…”

you nod your head after coughing, letting your mouth right back onto his cock. you slowly start to bob your head, letting your tongue glide against the veins. trying not to bite, you start to bob your head quicker. you use your hand for whatever you can't reach and you just do this for a few minutes. eren’s legs start to shake. you lick his tip a few times, and eren’s hands go to your hair, pushing your head down a little further. he’s close. you can’t tell, but he knows he is. he thrusts up into your mouth, making you gag but you also moan, because fuck it feels so good. the vibrations from your noises trigger him, and he thrusts up more.

“f-fuck, y/n… i’m… i-i’m coming-!”

he pushes your head down all the way, your nose touching his skin. you’re gagging as thick liquid spurts up into your throat, making you gag just a bit more. your eyes tear up from the pain in your mouth, but your body feels tingly, on the verge of an orgasm. eren pulls out of your mouth while breathing heavy. you pull back with lust-filled eyes and you know you’re dying to have him inside you now. you open your mouth to show him his cum on your tongue, then you swallow that and show him your tongue once more. he blushes and giggles, looking away from your face. if he looks again, he might cum again, he doesn’t want to. not yet.

“e-eren… i need you… please, eren.”

eren looks at you and chuckles, “fuck… get on the table. i can’t hold back any longer.”

eren helps you up and sets you on the table in front of you both. he pulls off every piece of clothing you had on, your shirt your undershirt, your pants and your underwear, all at once. he refuses to wait. he needs to be in you now. he looks at your wet folds, he knows you were on the verge of cumming. he gives one long lick against you, and you bite your lip, twitching your legs and holding in your moans. he gets up and puts both arms on either side of your head. his member sliding against your folds.

“oh no no no, you are not going to hold back. i want everyone to know who is getting fucked and by who. i want everyone to know my partner of four years is a whore, a slut for my dick. that they’d do anything just to have eren jaeger’s cock in their mouth, in their beautiful pussy. yeah? are you my little cockwhore?”

“yes sir! i’m your little cockwhore, your little slut. please ‘ren, i want you.. no, i need you!!”

“god, baby. say it again, one more time baby..”

“EREN.”

“oh my god, babe. JUST DO IT!”

you both giggle as if there aren’t soldiers threatening your friends and comrades outside that door. eren looks at you with a genuine smile, and he mumbles “please, baby.”

“... i’m your little cockwhore, ‘ren. your little slutty cockwhore.”

“yeah? who’s pussy is this? huh? who’s pussy am i about to fuck?”

“... mine?”

eren lifts an arm and smacks your face, gripping your chin tightly. “try again.”

“y-yours…”

“what was that?”

“it’s yours…”

“what’s mine? didn’t your mother teach you how to speak? what. is. mine?” he uses that hand that gripped your chin to slap his cock against your throbbing area, sliding his cock between your folds.

“this pussy is yours, eren! this virgin pussy is all yours, eren, now can you PLEASE - o-oh!”

eren laughs as he just slides his member inside of you, slowly. it’s both of your first times, but it feels like it’s not. your cunt is so tight, but it feels as though it’s been used so many times. he gets in all the way, and you reach over to grip his man bun. you pull it out of its hair tie because you didn’t want to bother working with it later. he stays in, waiting for you to give him the go. you clench yourself around him, and considering the fact you were on the brink of orgasm when you were sucking him off, you actually orgasm right then and there. you clench around him tightly, moaning and gripping his long hair. he puts his hand back down next to your head.

“y-y/n?!”

“eren! o-oh fuck… -i-i’m sorry… i was on t-the brink of coming, i’m sorry-! EREN!”

he starts to thrust in, using your juices as lubricant and he just goes for it. fuck waiting, you already came. and he was going to make sure you get another orgasm. he wants his baby to be spoiled with his cum. he thrusts in and out, seeing his cock become visible and invisible. you moan, scream, every verb in the dictionary. you move your hands from his hair to his back and chest, leaving marks all over. eren grunts, feelings so good from your nails scratching him. oh god, his baby is making him feel so good. and he know he’s making his baby feel so good too, it’s very well shown on your face. he keep thrusting until he hits the spot to make you wild.

“EREN! oh my god, please eren, i’m so close, please please! please treat me like your little whore! you’re hitting the spot i never knew existed, please don’t stop!”

“you want it? you want me to fuck a baby into you? hm? want your sadistic boyfriend to breed you?”

god, you were losing it. eren grabs your body, he keeps his dick inside and he pulls you down to the chair with him. he wants you to ride him. and god, it’s a new sensation. you feel like you’re seeing god when you ride him. you hop on his lap, and he holds on to your waist while fucking up into you. you stare into his beautiful blueish green eyes. you wrap one arm around his neck and the other to his cheek and you kiss him. he, of course, kisses back. he helps you hop on him while holding your waist. everything feels so good.

“eren… i’m close again..” you mumble to the boy.

“i know , baby, i am too. i am too.”

he leaves marks all over your chest, just as you left nail marks on his back. you guys just sit like this, you keep riding him until you both are on the verge of another orgasm. he holds you against him, fucking into you so quick and fast and it just keeps hitting your walls. you’re both about to orgasm.

“eren! i’m gonna come, i-i’m-”

“let it out baby, i wanna hear you. i want everyone to hear you! please baby, i love you!”

“eren! i’m- f-fuck.. i love you, eren!”

after you both orgasm for a second time, you both sit there. enjoying each other's hot air, finishing off the post orgasm and intimate moment together. you both stare into each other's eyes, sharing the bonding moment. you both smile at each other, and you nuzzle into his neck. you love eren, you loved him so much. you can’t picture your future without him. he helps you up and he sets you back on the table. he looks around the entire room searching for wipes or paper towels. fortunately, he finds paper towels and cleans your private areas off. he’s beyond happy to have shared such a moment with you, finally. he gives you a deep kiss. he loves you so much. he would love to picture himself in your future.

but,

he wasn’t in it.

.

2 years have passed since the rumbling.

 

you miss him.

 

you miss eren so much.

[ray-ray-writings]

Butchered Plans-Technoblade

#113 from this prompt list. Check out my masterlist here! 

This is a Technoblade x GN reader!

This will not really follow what actually happened in the dreamsmp roleplay but I hope you enjoy it all the same! 

Y/N finds out about the Butcher Army and attempts to put a stop to their plan. 

Y/N’s POV

L’Manberg was quiet today… Too quiet. I hadn’t seen Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, Ranboo, Ghostbur or Philza around all day. Ever since Tommy’s exile I was sure that I spoke to each of them at least once a day for 15 minutes or longer. Tommy was ripped away from me, from L’Manberg and I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to the boy that had become my brother. I had no idea the debate that raged on between the boys and Dream and by the time I was clued in it was too late. He was gone. 

I sighed as I strolled down Prime Path, heading toward the new L’Manberg. I kept my eyes peeled, looking for a sign of any movement. Any life. Anyone. Suddenly, a tall tower I had never seen before was in the center of the square caught my eye. “What the-” I muttered, jogging toward it. As I got closer, I began to hear voices. I caught a glimpse of Carl tied to a post and I broke in a full sprint. 

Well I found the boys I had been looking for all day. Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, and Ranboo stood on the outer edges of the stage dressed in bloody aprons. Philza stood outside his front door, watching what was happening. Ghostbur stood off to the side of the stage with a blue sheep. There was one more person that was standing on the stage. Technoblade. 

Technoblade and I have had an interesting relationship ever since he joined the server. I had been really good friends with his brothers and when they were banished from L’Manberg, it broke my heart. I spent a lot of time giving them supplies and intel about the things that were happening under Schlatt’s control. Wherever I would visit them, Techno would always throw flirty remarks my way, leaving me flustered. One time I decided to throw one back at his, causing him to blush like crazy. The next time I went over, Techno asked me on a date. I accepted, of course and ever since then the two of us had been a couple.

I stood by him through a lot of important events. I helped raise Carl. I helped him farm wither skulls. I had been there with him when he spawned the withers and blew up L’Manberg. He and I spent many days looking for a place to build his “retirement” home and then many days then building said house. We spent a lot of time together and I really did love him.  

“What the hell is going on here?!” I demanded as I stomped on the stage. All eyes snapped to me as I stood there, fuming on the stage. “Y/N” Tubbo began nervously, “You shouldn’t be here. Quackity, I thought you took care of them!” he hissed to his partner in crime. Quackity rubbed the back of his neck, “Oops. I guess I forgot.” I crossed my arms across my chest and glowered at the four boys. “That doesn’t answer my question of what is going on here.” I hissed out. Tubbo cleared his throat and nervously looked to his feet. “An execution…” He whispered. I was silent as I soaked up Tubbo’s words. “We made a list. A list of people that threaten the peace of L’Manberg. Techno is on that list and then to make sure we have that peace, he must die.” Tubbo finished. 

I stared at him with an eyebrow raised. “Really? You think that this is going to solve your problems?” I questioned, “You know he has all of his cannon lives. If he dies, when he comes back you’re going to have to pay full price for what you did to him… You really think this is a smart play.” Tubbo gave me a half shrug while the other three stared at each other. “He had to pay for what he’s done,” Fundy spoke up. I let out a laugh and shook my head, “He did exactly what he told you he was going to do. You knew how much he hates governments and yet you literally formed one in front of him… If anything it’s your own fault.” I informed them with a shrug. 

I brushed past Tubbo and made my way to the cage that sat in the middle of the stage, the two right next to it. “Hey there.” I greeted my partner with a smile. Techno mirrored my smile as he gave me a small wave, “Fancy seeing you here. Whatcha doing?” I asked, swinging my bag off my shoulder, looking for my pickaxe. “Oh, you know… Being executed.” He claimed nonchalantly. I giggled at his casualness as I brought my pick out of my bag. I was about to swing my pick to break the iron lock that kept my boyfriend contained in a one by one block, but a hand landed on my shoulder stopping my motions. 

“Y/N! You can’t do this! We, the Butcher Army, have made a decision! He must die!” Tubbo whined. I rolled my eyes and pushed his hand off of my shoulder, “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it” I announced turning back to the cage that housed my boyfriend. I brought my pick up and swung at the iron lock, instantly breaking it causing the cell door to swing open. “NOOOOOO!” The four boys screeched. They rushed forward, trying with all their might to push the pink haired man back into the cage, but the two of us were too strong for him. 

The two of us easily pushed the four boys off of us and to the ground. They stayed down, a bit dazed allowing us to make our escape. I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand and ran toward where I saw Carl tied up. With ease, Techno hoisted himself up onto his cherished horse as I untied the prized horse from the post. I handed Techno the reigns before jumping on the animal myself. “Stop! Prisoner!” I heard the voices shout from behind us. “Let’s go Carl!” Techno shouted, giving the animal a swift kick sparking the horse into action. Carl whinnied and began galloping at full speed down the prime path. “NOOOOOOO!” the four voices screamed, fading out of earshot as we rode off toward Techno’s retirement home. 

I let out a breath of relief as Techno’s home appeared in my field of view. Carl came to a stop right outside the front door. Techno quickly hopped off of his pet and tied him to his post. Techno then reached up and helped me off of the animal. The two of us locked eyes as we stood there. I let out a giggle at what had just happened. My laughter caused Techno to laugh as well. “I cannot believe you did that” He admitted, wrapping his arms around my waist, leaning his forehead on my own. I let out a content sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’d do anything for you,” I admitted. His brown eyes stared into my own lovingly. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you,” He mumbled, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto my lips. I let out a giggle, immediately kissing back. “Well I know one way.” I mumbled against his lips. 

Techno pulled back slightly and raised his eyebrow. “And that is?” “Well considering I just betrayed the L’Manberg president, I don’t think I’ll be welcome in their land anytime soon… So you could let me crash here for a while.” Techno let out a chuckle and pecked my lips once more. “Of course,” He hummed, “You’re always welcome here.” I gave my boyfriend a soft smile at his response. “Thank you” “Anytime.”

We stood there for a few minutes before a shiver ran down my spine. “I’m cold” I claimed with a pout on my lips. Techno let out a laugh and rolled his eyes, “Of course you are. Come on, I’ll make you something hot to drink.” Techno let go of my waist and turned toward the front door. “You’re the best” I hummed, reaching forward and intertwining our fingers. Techno brought our hands up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the back of my hand. “I know… You’re pretty okay too.” He teased, opening the door. I let out a gasp in mock offense, “Excuse you?!” I exclaimed as the two of us made our way to the kitchen, “I literally just saved you from the Butcher Army and this is how you repay me?” Techno led me to a seat and sat me down before turning to the stove and began making my drink, “In that case. I guess you’re pretty cool too… Ya know… For butchering their plans….” 

 There was a silence in the kitchen before laughter came bubbling out of my mouth. “I can’t believe you just made that pun!” I laughed, holding my stomach. Techno threw a smile over his shoulder as he worked. “I figured you would like it.” The laughter slowly died down as I took deep breaths to calm myself. Techno set my favorite mug down in front of me before sitting down beside me. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and a kiss was placed upon my temple. I smiled as I brought my own mug to my lips and took a sip. I let out a content sigh as I rested my head on my boyfriend’s shoulder. “I could get used to this,” I admitted, turning slightly to look at my love. Techno gave me a gentle smile, leaning down, and pressing a kiss on the top of my head before pulling me closer to him. “So could I”

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