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Absolute masterpiece, please give it a read

Carry The Zero

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/Sentry (or The Void) x Avengers!Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Bob are sharing a room while the Avengers Compound is under renovations, which brings on a slew of new things to learn about one another.

Warnings: Semi Spoilers for Thunderbolts I guess because Bob is in here. Other than that there is nothing too extreme happening in here, it’s a bit emotional, but there is fluff in here, I would kind of describe this as a Hurt/Comfort fic than anything. There are mentions of abuse and there is also some heavy petting maybe? I mean, I’ll put that in here to cover my booty lol.

Authors Note: My second viewing of Thunderbolts truly got my mind racing for what to write in regard to Bob. Thought I would put out this lil blurb and probably add more to it later in another segment or something! Anyways! Enjoy y’all and happy premiere weekend!!! :)

Word Count: 6,784

The room wasn’t built for two people, that’s what you knew for sure. It used to be a storage space, at least that is what you assumed judging by the various filing cabinets that lined the area, the dented lockers that were near the door, and the strewn papers that nobody decided to throw away in preparation for the move-in. The only thing that was the saving grace was the fact that the place had a window that let you look out onto the city. But it still didn’t truly make up for the cramped space, even though they were able to shove two twin sized beds inside it and call it a room–which showed how effective their planning was throughout all the chaos.

The Avengers Compound was still under renovations after a security breach took out part of the living space, meaning everyone needed to be shuffled like cards in a losing deck. Room assignments were given unwillingly to everyone, and you had been paired with Bob.

It was weird to be rooming with someone who had the power of a million exploding suns as people liked to say, because even though he carried that on his sleeve sheepishly, his personality certainly didn’t match that of a person who could take down the entire world. He was shy, quiet, and careful, tip-toeing around you like you were going to snap at him at any second–which was not the case at all.

Compared to the other options you had you actually preferred to be rooming with him.

The first few days had passed in near silence. You didn’t talk much, you’d only go into your room to sleep or change, and when you would do something outside of those two things Bob would rush out pretty quickly, apologizing nervously under his breath, like he thought you were obligated to time alone.

He’d go to bed early, and you’d catch him reading beneath the awful buzzing lamp that was left in the room from before the two of you moved in. You never really asked him what he was reading because the title was always changing, like he couldn’t finish anything, or he had so much time to himself he was finishing books like they were snacks.

Then there were little things you began to notice.

He’d pace a lot, wring his hands in his lap, or pick at the skin on his fingers. He was clean, he never left shoes in the middle of the room, and always lined them up neatly under his bed frame, even yours. He would flinch at loud noises, like if there was a childish argument happening in the communal kitchen and things got too high in volume he would get a little twitchy. He was observant, and paid attention to everything around him–sometimes you would hear him talking to himself, repeating fragments of conversations from earlier in the day, like it grounded him in some way.

He had his routine and you respected it as much as possible, but tonight was entirely different.

You were coming in late from training, and a med bay visit.

The scrape on your shoulder wasn’t serious, but it was bad enough to have Bucky send you down to get checked out. It was standard–some antiseptic, a lecture from one of the nurses about being more careful and aware of your surroundings, and then you were released with a warning, and a fresh bandage. You were exhausted, sore, and annoyed with yourself for not paying attention and letting your guard down during a simulation, especially because the past few nights had been like that.

By the time you reached your floor, the halls were quiet. There wasn’t any bickering or discussions happening in the kitchen, nobody was lingering in the living room with post-mission jitters, it was just peace, for once.

You stopped at the fridge to pick yourself up a bottle of electrolytes, then paused, eyeing the row of them. You bit your inner cheek, and after a second of hesitation you grabbed another one for Bob, tucking it against you.

You figured he would be awake like he always was when you were on your training nights. You weren’t sure if he was just waiting for you or if he was just incapable of resting when you weren’t accounted for, but you never asked.

Slowly, you moved down the hall, twisting the cap off your drink with a wince when you strained just a little too much, causing the bandage to sting beneath your shirt. You gritted your teeth and let out a frustrated grunt.

“Gotta take it easy on yourself.” You heard Bucky say from behind you. You turned on your heel, seeing he was still in his training gear, also holding a bottle of electrolytes as well, “You’re gonna burn out if you don’t take breaks.” You shifted under his gaze.

”I want to be better, that’s why I’m training. If you got your ass handed to you on the field you would be doing the same.” He shook his head.

”No. I would be resting and seeing what I could do better the next time. Don’t come to training for the rest of the week, just relax and recoup, we’ll revisit your regimen when you’re better.” Before you could say anything he typed his code in for his room, and was out of your sight. You could feel your body seething as you turned back around to continue making your way down the hall. You’d seen it coming from a mile away just by the way he was watching you during the simulation but you never thought he would say anything to you like that. It just added another layer of annoyance as you reached your room.

You pushed the door open gently, careful not to let the hinges creak too loudly. The room was dark, which was unexpected, Bob’s light wasn’t even on. The only thing that was illuminating the room was the shimmer of city lights, casting silver-blue shadows across the floor.

Bob was in bed, lying on his side facing you, with his blanket tugged up to his neck. His face was soft in the low light–features relaxed, eyes closed. Sleeping, or at least you thought he was. You lingered in the doorway for a moment, squinting in the dimness of the room to see him a bit better.

His light brown hair looked a little messy, like he’d been shifting around for a while before finally settling on the position he was in now. You wondered how long he was lying like that, or if he had been waiting for your return but fell asleep in the process, and now you felt even worse than before.

You let the door close softly behind you with a gentle click, removing your shoes slowly, one at a time. Every motion felt heavier than it should have–dull with fatigue, and edged in frustration. You padded across the narrow space, keeping your steps quiet, with the extra bottle of electrolytes tucked against you, the condensation seeping through your training jacket.

You crouched slowly beside Bob’s bed, biting back a wince as your muscles tensed in protest, while you placed the bottle down on the floor, angling it so he’d see it when he woke up. It was a small, quiet offering, just something kind, a consideration in a way. You took your next moves slowly as you stood up and turned to your own bed with a tired exhale, putting the cap back on your drink and throwing it onto your bed. One hand rose to the zipper of your training jacket, pulling it down in a swift movement, teeth grinding while you pushed the fabric off your shoulders, feeling pain erupt from your ribs and shoulder now, the muscles pulsing with burning heat.

The cool air of the room hit your skin instantly, and your tank top didn’t do much to hide any of your injuries from the environment. Your back arched with the grating sting that came through you, and one hand came up to press against the bandage, making sure it was still on properly and not tugging at your skin. The ache was sharp and pulsing, and when your fingers came away damp, you already knew there was blood seeping through the gauze. You grimaced but didn’t consider making another trip to the med bay. You were too tired to care at this point, and it wasn’t something that would cause you to bleed out, so it was a morning issue to deal with.

You turned toward your dresser, collecting a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized sweater that smelled faintly of sage, throwing both articles of clothing down onto your bed with a soft plop. You rolled your shoulder gently, testing the range of motion in it with a quiet wince before reaching for the hem of your tank top, peeling the rough fabric up your skin carefully, trying to avoid the worst of the sting, though even at your slowest pace you could feel the movement pulling at the wound.

The cotton clung briefly to the tape of the gauze and the dried sweat that coated your skin before finally giving way, and coming off completely. You let out a sigh of relief, as you let the fabric fall to the floor, reaching for your sweater next. The bandage on your shoulder throbbed with every shift you made, but it was the deeper bruises scattered across your body–ghosts of impacts from the past few days–that ached beneath your skin like an echoing thunder. You glanced down at yourself, taking in the way they bloomed across your ribs, stomach, and hips, at this point you could see more bruises than your actual flesh at this point, and they were tender, dark and swollen. Maybe Bucky was right, maybe you really did need a break…

Your fingers curled loosely into the hem of your sweater, but you didn’t think to pull it on yet, you just continued to look down at the wreck that was your body, and the longer you stared, the more numb you became. It was easy to take a break but it wasn’t deserved, you couldn’t afford to make any more mistakes during missions, and you knew you weren’t going to listen to Bucky, you would keep training until your body gave out.

You closed your eyes for a moment, before lifting the sweater towards you, ready to retreat into its softness, ready to disappear and call it a night, but then you heard it.

A breath. Sharp and quick. You froze in your spot.

Then came the sound of movement, the shuffling of the blanket, the mattress creaking under the shifting weight.

Your eyes darted toward Bob’s bed instantly, seeing that his back was now turned towards you. His blanket was pulled up around his shoulders, almost covering his whole head, but there was tension in his posture now, like he was more alert, and less relaxed.

Another breath was inhaled, only it was thinner this time, and wet, followed by a muffled sniffle. Your brows furrowed, and you worked quickly to throw your sweater on without hurting yourself so you were covered up completely, before making your way to his bed, crouching down on the floor, keeping your attention fixated on him. His shoulders were rising and falling now in uneven motions, and now you were piecing together that he was actually crying.

”…Bob?” You whispered, voice soft and low, like if you made it any louder than the volume you were at now it might shatter him. You could see the shuddering in his shoulders halt at the way you said his name, and he pulled the blanket higher over his head, like he was trying to shield himself from your eyes.

”I’m sorry…” Your brows pulled together in confusion as you leaned against the bed a little more, watching the outline of his frame beneath the covers, seeing the small tremors still running through his shoulders. You bit the inside of your cheek as you reached out, your hand hovering for a breath before resting gently against the curve of his back. He was radiating heat through the blanket, but he was stiff beneath your touch, like he didn’t know what to do with the comfort you were offering.

“Bob…Why are you apologizing?” You asked softly. He took in another shaky breath, but didn’t answer. You let out a sigh, rubbing your hand up and down his back like your mother used to when you cried, trying to soothe him, to calm him as much as you could.

”I…I saw the bruises.” He said, barely a whisper. Your hand on his back froze for a moment, “I-I didn’t mean to look, I swear, I just-“ His breath hitched, realizing that you were probably throwing daggers into his back with your eyes, “I just woke up…And saw them, and I couldn’t…Couldn’t stop remembering…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, it was just too much, as another set of sobs escaped his throat. You could feel your gaze soften at the noise, almost like a piece of your heart was breaking for him, continuing your movements along his back, pressing just a little harder into the muscle.

“Is there anything I can do? Do you want some electrolytes or something?” He shook his head.

”No…P-Please just stay…” His voice was hoarse, cracking under the thickness that coated his throat from the tears. You nodded even though he couldn’t see you, staring at his shoulders as he continued to cry, curling in on himself beneath his blanket.

You continued rubbing his back, keeping a steady and consistent rhythm. The heat of him radiated through the blanket like a furnace on the verge of burning itself out. Every time your hand passed over his spine, his shoulders seemed to loosen by a fraction.

“C-Can I ask something…Kind of w-weird?” His voice broke through the quiet again, in such a timid whisper that you barely heard it.

“Sure.” You replied, hearing him sniffle again. There was a long pause, and you could feel the hesitation, like he was trying to put his words together properly so whatever he was going to say didn’t come off creepy. You continued to run your hand over his back, waiting patiently for him, watching his figure rising and falling beneath the blanket, still seeing it shaking. In your mind, you were worried, you hadn’t seen him like this before, and there was a moment where you considered calling Bucky or Yelena to come help you, but then his voice broke through the thoughts.

”…Could you…” He took another breath, “Could you…Please hold me?” The question came out strangled, like it had clawed its way out of his throat before he could second-guess it again. You blinked slowly at the request, not because you were unsure of your answer, but because the way he said it was so gentle, and embarrassed it caught you off guard in a way.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, you thought maybe he was going to ask you for a tissue, but this was something far more vulnerable, something you never thought would come from Bob of all people, even though you knew he was sensitive. Inside you hesitated only because you didn’t want to hurt him by possibly doing the wrong thing, yet your heart ached watching him break down beneath his blanket which at this point was drowning him because of how much he had curled up beneath it.

“Of course…Just let me change out of these training pants first okay? It’ll just take a second.” There was no response to that, just movement. He shifted towards the wall so he was giving you enough space to get in, still hunched over like he felt guilty for the area that he occupied. You quickly stood up, and made quick work of shimmying out of your training pants and putting on your cotton sleep shorts, which was probably the best idea since you felt him burning through the blanket he was wrapped in. You brought your attention back to him soon after, returning to the side of the bed, your eyes roaming over the lump that resembled his body.

With a gentle hand, you tugged the edge of the blanket down just enough to uncover the top of his head, revealing his light brown hair again which looked dampened with sweat beneath the illuminating city lights that shined through the window. He didn’t say anything, or protest being exposed to you, so you took that as a good sign to continue.

You slid into the space he made for you, careful not to jostle the cocoon he made for himself too much, and eased your bad arm underneath his pillow so your scraped shoulder could rest in a neutral position where your bandage wouldn’t rip off your skin completely. You pulled up the blanket slightly, getting in behind him, scooting closer until your chest met his damp back.

His navy blue t-shirt was soaked through completely, and it wasn’t helping that he was wearing long pants to bed either. There was a fear he was gonna pass out from heat stroke or something, but he had mentioned it several times that he ran hot in general, you just didn’t see it to this extreme. He smelled like a salty rain storm, or like ozone, it was something indescribable to you in those moments, but it was what he typically radiated, it was familiar.

Slowly, you brought your arm over his torso, placing your hand onto the hard plane of his sternum, the muscles beneath his shirt twitching against the unfamiliar touch that you introduced to him.

Neither of you spoke, you just laid against each other in pure silence, listening to each other's breathing–his trembling, yours steady. He could feel your hot breaths against his neck and tried to pay attention to it, as you pushed down the blanket a bit with your elbow to shed the makeshift shield from his body. It took him a while to compose himself enough to speak again, but when he did, you were hanging off of every word.

”…When I saw the bruises…” He rasped, “All I could think about was me. When I was a kid…” The mentioning of his childhood immediately felt like a blow to your stomach. He had said something about how he was raised in passing, but it was an off handed remark that nobody really paid attention to. You figured it was something he didn’t want to talk about, but hearing him say this only made you dread what he was going to continue with.

”After he’d hit me…I’d go over to the mirror, just to see how bad it was. I’d tell myself it didn’t hurt, even if it did, I’d just lie to myself, because I knew if I cried, he’d just get angrier. He was always in the mood to beat me up so when he had a reason I think it made him feel justified in some…Messed up way.” Your chest tightened at his words, thinking about how scary it must’ve been for him, and how terrified he must’ve felt not knowing when his own father would strike. You didn’t speak right away, but you did shift, sliding your hand up higher on his chest, so you could press your palm flat over his heart. His shirt was soaked there too, yet beneath it all you could feel the frantic fluttering of his pulse, like a bird rattling against its cage.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, your breath tickling his neck again. He didn’t respond, though he didn’t recoil either.

“None of that should’ve ever happened to you,” You continued softly, brushing your thumb along the fabric against his heart, “You were a child, and you didn’t deserve that.” He let out a breath like he was trying not to begin sobbing again.

”You don’t have to say that.” You raised your head a bit, almost in disbelief that he truly thought that what happened to him was somehow okay or justified.

”I do, Bob.” You murmured, inching just a little closer, feeling your body screaming in protest as your injured shoulder moved the wrong way, causing you to hiss through your teeth. Bob noticed instantly.

”You’re hurting,” He said quietly with guilt sinking into every syllable.

”I really couldn’t give a crap about that right now Bob, trust me I’ve been through worse. You’re hurting right now too and I’m not going anywhere. Do you understand?” You replied back, your voice low, but lacking bite, not that you intended to have it sound stern or anything.

Bob shifted beneath your touch, slowly rolling onto his back like the weight of your words cracked something loose inside him. You adjusted carefully to give him space, keeping your injured shoulder angled away from the impact of his back pressing against your arm, even though the ache felt like white noise beneath the tension that was beginning to rise in the room. When he settled on his back you adjusted yourself so your chin rested against his chest, keeping your hand splayed in the same position over his heart.

His eyes didn’t find yours at first, they stared blankly at the ceiling, the soft glow of the city lights catching the shimmer of the tears that were still pooling in his eyes. Now that you could see him fully, you realized how bad things really were. His skin was blotchy, and flushed from how hot he was. His cheeks were stained with fresh tears, mixing with sweat that created this overall sheen on his skin in general, which made his hair cling to his forehead. A long, old kind of hurt settled over his face, the kind that hid quietly within the corners of a person.

He inhaled shakily, and every exhale got caught somewhere between exhaustion and restraint. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your chin, and it made you ache in a way that put a hole deep in your chest.

”Bob…” You murmured, barely louder than the sound of the city humming outside the window, “Look at me.” At first he didn’t move, keeping his eyes fixated on the ceiling, distant and confused, still taking in those short bursts of air. Your hand left his chest, bringing them up to his jaw, coaxing his attention with the lightest touch you could give him.

“Look at me Bob,” You whispered again.

Then slowly, his eyes shifted downward until they found yours. The moment his gaze landed on you, something cracked open between you both–it was quiet, and delicate, but present and grounded in the center of it all. His expression was drawn, and his lashes were clumpy and wet with tears, framing his shimmering blue irises.

The skin surrounding his eyes were raw, almost a blood red, like someone had scratched it and left their marks streaking down his flesh. You didn’t flinch away from it though, you just looked at him with such focus, like your gaze could settle the storm that was in him. You could see his lip tremble slightly under your gaze as he tried to hold himself still, tears brimming in his eyes again, threatening to spill.

”I hate remembering…I can’t stand it. I don’t want to remember this stuff…I don’t want to think about it anymore, and I don’t want you to associate me with being weak.” You raised your eyebrows, now raising your head up to you were looking at him a little better, resting your hand against his chin now.

”I don’t, ” You stated, watching a set of tears flow out of the corners of his eyes, swallowing loudly, “I don’t associate you with weakness.” You whispered, brushing your thumb along the smooth skin of his cheek.

”I associate you with patience…With overwhelming kindness, and with strength so deep it doesn’t even have to be displayed. You could burn the sky down…You could use all the pain inside you to destroy the planet…Yet you help, you listen, and you keep going. That’s not a weak person Bob.” You wiped one of the tears away with your thumb, feeling him hesitate before leaning into your touch.

“Y/N…I’m not right in the head…You don’t understand…You’ll never understand.” You shook your head, and sighed.

”I don’t have to understand everything to care about you,” Bob’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, like the words that you said hit him like a truck. You could feel the tension in his jaw, as he clenched it tightly, trying to contain himself a bit.

“I used to think that if I could just bury everything deep enough maybe it wouldn’t make me feel so contaminated…But then when I got the serum…And The Void came…And that awfulness manifested into something bigger…I realized that it just wouldn’t go away. I’m dangerous Y/N…I’m not someone that can be fixed. I know you care, but I can’t risk hurting you.” You shifted closer to him, moving up slowly, dragging your chest along his. His eyes followed your movements, turning his head when you settled near his shoulder, feeling your hand leave his cheek.

“You don’t scare me Bob. You’re just saying this stuff because you think it’ll make me give up on you, but I’m not that easy to sway.” You whispered, reaching down to touch one of his hands, which caused him to flinch. He was already bracing himself, preparing to be pulled into one of your memories, but it didn’t happen…It was like…Things were quiet. Just pure emptiness, and the only thing he could see was you. He stared at you as you wrapped your fingers around his hand, seeing his brows draw together.

“H-How are you…Doing this?” He asked quietly, like he was afraid he was going to disturb the peace and get thrown into your mind out of nowhere.

”I locked it out.” He shook his head at you quickly.

”That’s impossible…It always gets in…” A small smile came up on your lips, hearing the disbelief in his voice, the way he was almost entirely taken aback by what you had just said. You leaned in a little closer to him, like you were going to tell him a secret, feeling his breath fanning over your face.

“Before I was recruited, I was part of a different team. Black-ops, kind of like what the X-Men used to be, but very much under the radar. It was just…Constant missions, we were a clean up crew basically, picking up the scraps that nobody else wanted…” You smiled faintly, the corner of your mouth twitching with the memories of your team, how close you all were, how none of you took crap from anyone…Similar to what you had now, just a little better because of the tether you all had between each other.

“We ran into a lot of people with gifts. Telepaths. Empaths…Stuff like that. Some didn’t even know they were projecting until it was too late. Others weaponized it. Pulled secrets out like stitches and drove people insane without ever touching them.”

Bob was still staring at you, eyes wide and brimming with tears, his chest rising beneath you in short bursts.

“It was mandatory,” You continued. “To train in mental shielding. Neural control. The discipline to lock down your own mind so tight it’s like a vault. We trained until our thoughts didn’t even echo. You learn to breathe around psychic pressure, to mask trauma with static, to reroute memories into dead space. You learn to feel someone reaching for you…And then cut the line.”

Bob swallowed hard, hearing the way you explained everything to him step by step, while still holding his hand, running your thumb over the back of it.

“I wasn’t trained to stop the Void,” You said gently, “But I was trained to stop something similar to it. And apparently, it’s just close enough.” You watched his lashes flutter like he didn’t know whether he was going to cry again or if he was just going to sink into the mattress and disappear entirely.

“…That’s why the mental noise isn’t so loud when we're alone in a room together…” He whispered under his breath, almost like everything was clicking in his mind, as his hand began to tighten around yours now, matching the same hold you had, “…Mental shielding…Who knew that would be the thing that makes everything go quiet.” You smirked at his comment, already hearing the tension in his voice wavering, feeling his breath sticking to your cheeks, shifting in front of him so your noses bumped slightly.

“Technically it’s still quite an experimental thing, but…It works when needed I think.” You can see his lip twitch slightly, drawing into his mouth just a little bit, as if he wanted to get a taste of your breath that coated it.

“It’s…Amazing.” Was all he could muster up to say, continuing to hold onto your hand tightly, like it was anchoring him to this quiet space in his head that he had not been able to reach since taking the serum. “…All I hear, and all I feel…Is you and I had no clue until now…” The sound of his voice made your spine tingle, and goosebumps raise on your skin.

It was shocking that moments ago he was this wreck, then suddenly it was like he was on top of the world. Maybe it was because he hadn’t been touched like this in so long, or maybe it was because he finally had a break from all the noise that kept draining him, you had no clue…But what you did know is how soft his eyes had become, and how deep his breaths were now that he was a little calmer, and not being treated like a threat of some kind.

You shifted again, getting almost unbearably close to him now, the fabric of the blanket sliding down slowly, exposing your clothed bodies to the silvery-blue light just a little more. Bob didn’t move, but his eyes never left yours, he kept every ounce of attention on you, waiting for your next action, hanging on every moment. His breath hitched when your knees bumped gently against his thigh, as the warmth of your bodies radiated like twin heartbeats pressed just barely apart.

Your noses were brushing against one another, and if you tilted your chin up by just a little bit, you’d be kissing.

”I’m glad I’ve been able to make it go quiet for you…Even if it’s not permanent.” A faint smile slowly appeared on his face–crooked, and trembling, but so genuine.

“It’s more peace than I thought I’d ever get…So thank you.” He replied back, his hand squeezing yours, not in desperation, but with something closer to awe, like he still couldn’t wrap his head around the situation that was happening in front of him. His breath brushed across your face as he watched your eyes roaming over his. You couldn’t help but stare at him, to take him in now that he wasn’t crying, to admire the person who was in front of you. It was hard not to lose track of time studying his features, and how they were just…Him.

There was a long pause between the both of you, a snippet of time suspended into the universe where nothing else existed beyond the narrow bed and the hum of the city beyond the window. His chest rose slowly, puffing out warm shallow breaths against your lips, and for a second it felt like he was hesitating on something…But then, he leaned in.

It wasn’t fast, or sweeping like he was trying to catch you off guard. It was careful, like every little millimeter he closed between the both of you was an offer for you to pull back, but you didn’t take it.

When his lips met yours, it was a soft, trembling brush of mouths that lingered more in intent than execution. He kissed like he was afraid you were somehow going to disappear, but you could feel how much he truly wanted this. His lips were warm, and slightly parted, and you could taste the faintness of tears and salt, still hesitating to go the full mile.

There was a moment where he was about to pull back, and that’s when you took the opportunity to fully lean into the kiss and throw logic out the window, just for this one cut of time

Your lips moved against his, answering the softness of his approach with something more certain and grounded. The taste of him was still there, but now it was amplified tenfold from how much more pressure you were placing on the kiss now.

He was stiff at first, the tension in his jaw made it evident, like he was unsure of what he was allowed to do, what he was okay to give back, or like he was bracing himself for the possibility of you pulling back before he could even try to meet you where you were at. But then your hand let go of his, and slid up to cup the side of his face, and he let out the smallest gasp of disbelief against your mouth. Your thumb brushed gently beneath his eye as your lips molded to the shape of his mouth with a tenderness that shattered whatever restrain he’d been holding onto.

Your arm shifted beneath the pillow, bending just enough so you could lace your fingers into his damp hair, pulling him in more with such grace that it made him groan. His hand moved to your neck then–his shaky fingers pressing softly just below your ear, his thumb brushing over the curve of your jaw as he located your pulse instantly. His touch wasn’t possessive, it was filled with care, and curiosity. He wanted to feel the warmth of your skin, the steady–or not so steady–rhythm of your heartbeat beneath his fingers, he craved to be closer to you, and every moment that passed was giving him the signal that you wanted that too.

He shifted gently, slowly turning onto his side without breaking the kiss, being cautious not to put anymore unwanted pressure on your arm beneath him as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in until your bodies were flush against one another. You could feel the dampness on your sweater from his shirt, and your bare legs brushing against the cotton of his sleep pants, which only overwhelmed you more, knowing it was going to be a challenge to stop this from going too far.

His hand splayed out on your back, twitching against the fabric that covered it as you parted your lips for him, allowing his tongue to brush against yours with the softest flicker of hesitation, tasting you like he was drinking something sacred. The breath he let out against your mouth made your skin prickle beneath your sweater, and it only encouraged your response.

You angled your mouth to his, encouraging him to continue, feeling him follow suit in an instant, matching your energy bit by bit, syncing with the way you moved against him. When your hand slid further into his hair, and curled within the damp strands, gently tugging, he let out the smallest, softest moan–it was so quiet and desperate it sounded like it had been buried within him for years. It made your head spin hearing it, and it only made you shift yourself towards him even more, feeling his thigh nudging between your legs so the both of you can completely mesh together. It was such a subtle move, but it lit up every nerve ending in your body like it was nothing.

Bob’s hand slid beneath the hem of your sweater, craving the feeling of your skin beneath his touch. His fingers traced the small of your spine, barely putting enough pressure on it, yet he still managed to send shivers through your body. He was getting bolder, but kept his awareness at the forefront, like he was cataloging every reaction you gave him, terrified that he might cross an invisible line and ruin the moment.

You felt the muscles in his arm shift as he pulled you even closer, putting more pressure between your bodies until you felt every rise and fall of his chest, and his heartbeat pulsed through you. His knee shifted again, nudging further between your thighs, pressing it gently into the thin cotton fabric that covered your most sensitive area, eliciting a gasp from you now. You could feel yourself falter control for a moment, moving your hips just a little to test the friction that you wanted, and that’s when you both realized just how far this could go–and how close you already were to getting there.

His hand tensed against your back, and the kiss slowed down, until he found the correct moment to pull back, just a few inches. His lips were still parted, only now they were swollen and wet with saliva. He was out of breath, and you mirrored the same sentiment, as the both of you tried to even your racing hearts before they exploded. His pupils were dilated, and in the dimmed lighting you could only see a faint glisten of blue that rimmed the darkness that took over, the burn was there, the want was there, but there was the looming fear that you both were going from zero to one hundred really quickly, and that’s when regrets could be made, and neither of you wanted that.

”…We can’t do this…” He whispered, his voice cracking from being the first one to speak. You nodded faintly, your fingers still toying with his hair, reluctant to let go completely, but understanding him.

”I know,” You murmured, “Not like this…Not tonight.” You clarified. He closed his eyes, a soft exhale brushing your lips as his fingers twitched against your pulse point on your neck again.

”It’s not that I don’t want to,” He added quietly, “God I do…You have no idea.”

“I know,” You said again, running your thumb along his cheek, soothing the skin there, “Me too…I want to as well…But we’re not ready. Especially after being in the headspace that you were in a few minutes ago.” He nodded slowly.

”I don’t want it to be something that will be confused for a moment of distraction.” You stared at him, hearing how serious he was about it, “And I don’t want to ruin anything.” He added softly, opening his eyes again to look at you.

”You’re not ruining anything, we’re just pressing pause…And that’s completely fine, and it’s the best decision to make for right now.” He gave a small, nervous smile at that and leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours, “We’ll talk more about it later…But for now how about we just relax hmm?” He let out a shaky breath, the heat from it hitting your lips and invading your mouth for just a split second.

”Yeah…I’d like that.” You smiled faintly, as your bodies untangled just a bit from one another, removing the both of you from the intimate position you had found yourself in moments before. His knee shifted out from between your legs, and rested against them instead, letting the tension unravel and disappear slowly.

He wrapped both arms around you now, carefully noting your injury, and you folded yourself into his chest, letting your hand rest on his ribs as he pulled the blanket up to shield the both of you.

You both stayed there, nose to nose, breath to breath, hearts beating unevenly against one another until sleep came over you like a harsh wave.

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me reading straight up pornography: hmm… this one just doesn’t have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off

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BOB FROM STATS by @attapullman

“Is that Bob from Stats?"  It takes a second to look past the brown felt hat and the hobby horse he’s taking for a spin, but that’s definitely the same pink-cheeked Bob Floyd who has lent you a pencil all semester.  “Howdy, ladies.” He tips his hat to you, all toothy grin and droopy drunk eyes. “Can I offer you a ride?”

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I WANT INSOMNIAC HARRY OSBORN FANFICTION AND I WANT IT NOW (please)

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Will you still do a part four of Chischiya's imagine?

Yes definitely, sorry it’s been a while university has been kicking my ass. I’ve currently finished for the year so I’ll be updating all my fanfics and editing the ones I have just done :)

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I WANT INSOMNIAC HARRY OSBORN FANFICTION AND I WANT IT NOW (please)

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I have 4 assignments due next week for college but I'm just gonna write some Hobie Brown fanfiction instead :)

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Longing (Prologue) | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Title: Longing (Prologue)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Summary: You've been with Daryl for years and have a close friendship with the archer, but you have stronger feelings for him. Does he have the same for you?

Themes/Warnings: fluff, insecurities

Word count: 1400sh

A/N: This is just a taste test to see if anyone likes it, if one person does then ill continue writing it :)

Months had passed since the fateful day you last laid eyes on anyone from the prison. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but the memories remained etched vividly in your mind. The events unfolded with such swiftness and chaos when the governor's forces stormed the facility, forever altering the course of your existence.

In the blink of an eye, the once-sturdy walls that had confined you became a battleground. Panic rippled through the air like an electric current, leaving little room for coherent thought or decisive action. Your senses overwhelmed, your heart pounding in your chest, it took the firm grip from Daryl, a close friend in this ordeal, to jolt you into action.

With an urgency fueled by survival instinct, Daryl's strong fingers clamped around your trembling arm, propelling you forward into the abyss of uncertainty. The cacophony of screams and gunshots provided the dissonant soundtrack to your escape, each reverberation punctuating the perilousness of the situation.

As you stumbled and weaved through the dimly lit corridors, the once-familiar environment now transformed into an otherworldly nightmare. The pervasive stench of decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the metallic tang of fear. Shadows danced menacingly along the walls, their distorted forms mirroring the chaos that had taken hold of your surroundings.

Through a narrow window, a glimpse of the outside world materialized, a tantalizing beacon of hope. Sunlight pierced through the thick cloud of despair, casting long rays that painted a fragile semblance of warmth on your face. The dichotomy between the darkness within and the promise of light outside intensified the urgency of your escape.

The path to freedom was treacherous, every step fraught with peril. You navigated through a labyrinth of debris and fallen comrades, their lifeless bodies a solemn reminder of the dire stakes. The moans and guttural growls of the undead echoed ominously, their hunger-driven fervour heightening the tension in the air.

Finally, as you burst through the final barrier separating you from the outside world, a wave of bittersweet relief washed over you. The open expanse, once a source of confinement, is now extended before you like an endless ocean of possibilities. The cool breeze brushed against your sweat-soaked skin, whispering tales of freedom and survival.

Looking back at the once impregnable prison, now overrun by the abominations that once were your fellow inmates, a profound sense of loss settled in your chest. But amidst the wreckage and devastation, a glimmer of hope emerged. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but in the depths of despair, resilience and determination bloomed.

And so, you embarked upon a new chapter, forever changed by the harrowing escape from the prison's clutches. The scars, both physical and emotional, served as a constant reminder of the strength that resided within you. With each step, you embraced the unknown, propelled by the unyielding will to survive and the unwavering bond forged amidst the chaos of the zombie-filled prison.

Regret gnawed at your heart, a heavy burden you carried in the depths of your being. The absence of closure weighed upon you like an anchor, tugging you into the depths of melancholy. You were denied the chance to bid farewell to those you had grown to cherish, their fates now shrouded in a veil of uncertainty. The image of baby Judith, the innocent face that once radiated joy and hope, now haunted your thoughts, filling them with a deep, sorrowful ache.

These people, the ones you had journeyed alongside since the early days at the quarry, had become an integral part of your existence. They were your family in this bleak and unforgiving world, the only tether to humanity that remained. In their eyes, you found solace, camaraderie, and the strength to carry on. The bonds forged amidst the chaos and despair were unbreakable, a lifeline that had sustained you through the darkest of times.

The mere thought of their absence, their potential demise, threatened to engulf you in a wave of grief. Each memory, each shared experience, carried a profound weight that made their loss all the more devastating. They had fought alongside you, laughed with you, and cried with you. They had become your confidants, your pillars of support, and losing them left a void that seemed impossible to fill.

Yet, amidst the sea of despair, one figure remained steadfast by your side — Daryl, a beacon of unwavering loyalty and resilience. His unwavering presence provided a glimmer of hope, a reminder that you were not entirely alone in this desolate world. His rough exterior belied a gentle soul, a soul that had chosen to stand by you through thick and thin.

Daryl had seen your struggles, witnessed your vulnerabilities, and offered a silent understanding that few others could comprehend. In his companionship, you found solace, a silent refuge where words were unnecessary and actions spoke louder than any declarations of affection. With him, you had forged a connection rooted in shared hardship, a bond that you thought transcended mere survival.

In his silent strength, you discovered the resilience to continue, to face the unknown with newfound determination. Together, you would weather the storm that lay ahead, drawing strength from the memories of those left behind and cherishing the bond you had forged amidst the chaos. For in this barren wasteland, where hope was scarce and darkness loomed, having someone like Daryl by your side was a flicker of light, a reminder that even in the face of despair, love and connection could still thrive. From your side anyway.

Even in the early days at the quarry, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there was always something about Daryl that captivated you. His gruff demeanour and rugged exterior had a certain allure, a mysterious charm that drew you in. It was a magnetic pull, a connection that went beyond words, and you found yourself falling for him even as survival remained the utmost priority.

Now, in this treacherous reality overrun by the undead, you were given the unexpected gift of spending each day in Daryl's company. Together, you traversed the perils of the zombie-filled forest, honing your skills, and learning to navigate this unforgiving world. Every moment by his side was a precious opportunity to witness his resourcefulness, his unwavering determination, and the depths of his character.

Yet, amidst the burgeoning feelings that blossomed within you, there was a nagging sense of conflict. The desperate search for your old group, the ones who were like family to you, consumed your thoughts. The weight of responsibility bore down on your shoulders, a constant reminder that survival should take precedence over personal desires.

It was a bittersweet predicament, a delicate balance between the yearning for connection and the harsh reality of the present. The very emotions that stirred within you, the ones tied to Daryl, threatened to distract you from the dire task at hand. Surviving in this unforgiving world required focus, resilience, and a single-minded dedication to finding your group if they were even still alive.

But even as you grappled with these conflicting emotions, you couldn't deny the importance of Daryl's presence. His strength, both physical and emotional, bolstered your resolve and offered a glimmer of hope amid the darkness. The lessons he taught you, the skills he imparted, were crucial for your survival. And perhaps, in the midst of this turmoil, there was solace in the fact that you were not alone in your struggle.

With each passing day, you found yourself walking the tightrope between survival and the yearning for something more. The delicate dance of emotions intertwined with the urgency of the search creates a constant battle within your heart. Yet, in this tumultuous world, you clung to the belief that love and connection were not luxuries to be discarded but vital threads that wove the fabric of humanity.

So you pressed forward, grappling with the complex tapestry of emotions that both propelled you and threatened to hinder your journey. As you braved the dangers of the wilderness, your feelings for Daryl remained a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit. And in the midst of this relentless pursuit for survival, you held onto the hope that, somehow, love and survival could find a way to coexist in this world of the walking dead. But even then, Daryl has never shown that he likes you in the same way, and you really don't want to ruin what you have.

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This is beyond awesome, thank you so much for drawing my MC

🌸Your oc/mc in my style🌸

Emy: @sekkitsu

Mia: @peacedreamer14

Hellendil: @shanaraharlyah

Vanessa: @daffodildelight

Odis: @sallowslytherin

Audrey: @akikocho

I hope I did them justice 😭🤚 Sorry if it's not perfect but I really enjoyed drawing your mcs/ocs ! ♡

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Not guardians of the galaxy 3 making me cry multiple times in the cinema

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Enemies (Part Three) | Shuntarō Chishiya x Reader

Title: Enemies (Part Three)

Pairing: Shuntarō Chishiya x fem!reader

Summary: Time to start The Jack of Hearts game but how can the reader cope under pressure?

Themes/Warnings: bad writing, fluff, angst, all that jazz

Word count: 5000ish

A/N: I didn't write Ōki Ippei in this because I kinda needed to put the reader somewhere.... also not edited hehe

I moved away from Chishiya and towards the other side of the lobby before the tension between us becomes too powerful. I look around the room to get a vibe with the other players and to see if any feel ‘off’ to me.

In any of these games, you will get the scared players who let their emotions take the best of them which is bad in so many ways and unfortunately for Chishiya and I most people in this room are like this, apart from a selected few.

A beautiful woman stood next to me, her hair half pinned up in such an elegant way with the rest falling at shoulder length. Her dress is a light shade of blue fitting her body impeccably, everything about her screams perfection which is extremely dangerous in these types of games. Because if she has any confidence everyone will try and follow her, and kiss her ass this could make her the ‘leader’ and if your views don’t match hers things could end badly. But that’s if she plays her cards right.

Another person who stands out to me is the last man who entered the game, his face seems very familiar to you but you can’t put your finger on it. His aura is off-putting. It feels like if you cross him something bad will happen, his outfit goes with this as well. Plain dark blue shirt and black dress pants, normal on anyone else but for him, it screams ‘stay away’. The person next to this man is less intimating, with scruffy hair and sitting but remaining silent. That doesn’t mean I should take my eye off him because it’s always the quiet ones and especially if these two will be partnering up.

And of course, the couple in the corner I have to be aware of. Partners who trust each other in this game can be ideal for the Jack to hide in. The man in this relationship is the dominating type while the woman is the sub. This confirms my theory in one of two ways, the first way is what I witnessed in the cell during their ‘alone time’ and how the male was manhandling the female and the second is how they’re talking to each other right now. Him standing over her and enclosing themselves into the wall behind them discussing ways how to win the game. Both are wearing business casual suits giving them a ‘don’t fuck with us’ vibe, best leave them be for now.

After briefly analysing everyone those 5 are my main priority. I also need to focus on having a partner that I can trust. Don’t get me wrong Chishiya would be a great partner but I’ve seen him in multiple games backstabbing people and I don’t wanna be in that position unless I really have to. It looks like I have no other choice though because he’s the only one I know and I can’t build trust with a random stranger in these games. I’m brought back to attention when two men in the middle of the lobby discuss giving each other the answer, but stop when the man in the business suit talks sternly.

“So, the 20 of us need to eliminate each other until we somehow find who the Jack of Hearts is. What makes you think that anyone is trustworthy?” The man in the suit gives them a judging stare. He’s already trying to insert dominance into everyone by showing how smart he is, and it’s working. Because his words now make some people not want to trust each other. But this works in Chishiya and I’s favour because the more people who kill themselves the closer we are to figure out who the Jack of Hearts is. You make eye contact with Chishiya once again asking with your eyes if we were gonna team, he nods knowing exactly what I was thinking with my eyes.

The beautiful woman next to me pipes up in a sweet voice. “How about we get together and make teams to tell each other? So that way nobody can lie.” And there it is, she’s playing her cards right. Making herself confident so she can be the leader and everyone can follow her around. “Good idea” some says next to me, lots of others agree with her. What a load of ass-kissers, sometimes I hate being right. A quarter of the people in the lobby make their way over to her and beg to join her group. I make my way back to Chishiya because I’m now focused on the game instead of his sexy sly smirk.

“Now what’s happening in that pretty head of yours? I see you examining people, who must we keep an eye on?” Chishiya speaks in a whisper so nobody can hear.

“Lady in the blue dress, her influence with the group can turn nasty quickly, we don’t want to be put against a group of people. The man and woman in the business suits seem to be intelligent and the trust in one another is gonna be hard to break. Then lastly the quiet pair in the back, something feels off about the guy with the dark blue shirt it’s like I've seen him somewhere before and the guy next to him is quiet. I don’t trust quiet people. Plus it looks like they might team up sooner or later.” You finish your little monologue, feeling accomplished.

Chishiya smirks “you are definitely smarter than you look, and you are right about the man in the dark blue shirt. He was getting increasingly popular in the other world” Chishiya chuckles.

“Was he a singer or something? Come on Chishiya just tell me I thought we were working together” you wined hoping that this would give you the answer but before Chishiya could you, you were interrupted by the beautiful girl in the blue dress followed by her new possy. “Hey, do you wanna join our team? No pressure or anything” she asks nicely. Before you could tell her to fuck off Chishiya speaks up “Okay we’ll join the group”. The woman in the blue dress smiles and walks away.

You turn to Chishiya and give him a death stare. “What the hell was that for? We don’t need to be in a group with little miss perfect over there. We can trust each other to give the answer.” Chishiya slyly smirks before saying “This is all part of the plan, remember that old saying (Y/N)? ‘Keep your friends close but your enemies closer’? This is our way to watch that group destroy itself and get closer to the Jack without tackling one of the bigger obstacles”. Chishiya replies smugly.

You watched Chishiya follow the group over to a more open space, you learnt that little Miss Perfects' name was Urumi and she was the first person for everyone to tell her suit to. “So I’m gonna go first okay? I hope you’ll ALL give me the right answer” Urumi infixes the word to make herself look and feel cooler. You never wanted to punch someone more in the face.

The group replies back with her chosen suit, heart, and then cycles through everyone else in the group. You noticed a man, getting dragged around by a tall beefy guy behind the group and they head towards the downstairs area. Very interesting.

It’s Chishiya and I’s turn to get our suits from the group, and they happily give them to us. I pull Chishiya away from the group just to double-check. Grabbing him by the sleeve of his iconic white windbreaker and moving us to a separate corridor. “I didn’t know you were this frisky (Y/N), to have our fun time in the middle of the corridor when people are around” He smiles seductively.

“You know that’s not what I’m here to do” You reply with a monotone voice. Chishiya drops a little bit but is still interested in what you’re gonna say. You still needed to find out what Chishiya was gonna say about that familiar guy and you wanted to double-check what suit is behind your ear. “Where is that guy from?” You subtly pointed in his direction then continue “and I want you to double-check my suit”.

“Nobodies gonna kill anyone this round (Y/N) you should know that.” He moves his hands to my waist and turns me around so that my ass is very close to his crouch. Chishiya moves in even closer, he takes my hair into a ponytail and moves it to the left side of my shoulder. You can feel this breath on your neck and for sure your whole body just erupted in goosebumps. Chishiya lightly grazes your neck with his nose in an intimate action before coming up to your ear. “You’re a diamond, just like what everyone said in the group” he steps back so you could turn round. You take a few seconds to collect yourself before turning back around.

“Do you want me to check yours?” you spoke quickly in a whisper.

“Nah I trust the group, for the meantime” Chishiya smirks. Chishiya looks around the game area before finding the pantry. “We have lots of time to kill, let's eat some food or I can think of other ways to pass it” Chishiya raises his eyebrows.

You walk past Chishiya and muttered a “You wish” just loud enough for him to hear. Silently wishing it would happen. But you mustn't let yourself fall for easy tactics, you needed to focus back on the game. Sitting where the food is was quite entertaining, you watched all the players interact with one another to try and spot anything out of the ordinary but nothing has popped up yet. Chishiya sits next to you on the floor eating biscuits from a yellow packet.

“You want some?” Chishiya asks politely holding out the packet. Never have I seen Chishiya share anything, and for some reason, it’s been happening a lot recently. The bomb and now his biscuits. Originally I thought it was because he wanted to get close to Hatter and steal the cards, but Hatters is dead and there's nothing he can get out of me unless he wants to use me in a game. Hence why I need to focus on myself. Emotions can be very dangerous. “No, I don’t want your crusty biscuits” I laughed.

“Excuse you!” he lets out a small laugh. “These just aren’t any crusty biscuits, these are the best biscuits in the world. Seriously try one” Chishiya grabs one and shoves it to your face. You feel apprehensive, but you go for it anyway. Taking the biscuit from his hands with your mouth you bite it in one go. You will never doubt Chishiya again because they were the best biscuits you’ve ever tasted. “Okay you might be right” you say with a whole lot of biscuits in your mouth. I move closer to Chishiya to grab more of the biscuits but he’s quick to move away. “I already gave you one princess, there is still some left in the pantry go get your own” he laughs. You slowly make your way to the pantry and come back with a packet, by the time you did that it was time to enter your cell.

“It is time to give your answer” the PA chimes and then continues “Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing”. Making your way upstairs with the packet of biscuits you just acquired. You find an empty cell and Chishiya finds one right next to you. Its doors open at the same, waiting for you to go inside. You give one last longing look to Chishiya before heading in. The cell was very small and grotty. It smells of mould and you couldn’t wait to get out of there. You continue to eat biscuits before the cell door slams behind you and locks, leaving you jumping in fright.

“Please give your answer” the PA demanded into the empty cell. I speak clearly into the cell because I don’t know where the mic is “Diamond”. It’s fairly quiet for a second, you can hear the countdown from outside which does not put your nerves at ease. Suddenly a bell rings which gives you a bigger fright and the cell door unlocks itself. You step out before Chishiya and wait patiently for him. He exits his cell but not before making another sly comment.

“You waited for me? Oh, that’s cute” Chishiya chuckles. You huff in response and walk towards Urumi’s group. During the walk you contemplated your friendship with Chishiya, maybe this was all one-sided and he was doing this for jokes? Or maybe he was buttering you up to use you in a game? Chishiya only does things to benefit himself so the latter would be the most viable option, which leaves you stuck in a game like this. Because you can’t trust Chishiya or the group. “I know what you’re thinking princess” Chishiya speaks up next to you. “I would never use you in a game unless for this instance you’re the Jack”. You walk up faster and join Usumi.

“Round two begins now” Chimes the PA system. You can feel the suit changing in your collar when it finishes its chimes.

The group is looking more anxious than I participated. All members are thankful to be alive but Usumi doesn’t give any input and just stares at her nails waiting to know what her next suit is. The group continues to express thankfulness but your attention was turned to a man yelling at another player demanding what his new suit is. Funny enough it was the same man who dragged a player last round. A voice speaks up next to you, “I keep wondering how long this is going to go for.” The player with the shaggy hair states and his partner the one that looks familiar to you continues. “Either the Jack will start to kill, or someone who’s afraid of the Jack will start to kill. Until either or both of those things happen, this will never end.” Chishiya makes himself known to the pair by agreeing with them, “Exactly”.

“What the fuck!” suddenly a player gets pushed to the ground right next to the four of us. “I told you to give me the answer!” shouts the man who was aggressive to other players last round. The player who was pushed to the ground stays there with shaky arms and legs. Suddenly the familiar man stands up and walks to the player on the ground. “Are you alright?” you hear him say to the other player, the man responded with a nod. I few seconds pass when you see the familiar man whisper something into his ear that you can’t pick up on. Both Chishiya and I pick up on this and look at each other. The moment is ruined when the aggressive player speaks again “Looks to me you want another beating. Huh?” he grabs the player from the ground and grabs their hair to get them to stand up. Before landing a blow which sends him back down again. This argument gains the attention of Usumi’s group and now has everyone watching.

“Give me the answer!” the aggressive player has his fist in the air one more time before the player gives in. “C--c” he stutters a bit before saying “Club”. The aggressive man laughs and speaks in a cocky voice “Don’t wait so long next time.” He gets up to walk away and leaves the other player on the floor. I turn to look at his collar and notice that he does not have clubs displayed but diamonds.

Chishiya picks up on this as well. It must have been something to do with what the familiar man whispered in his ear. It doesn’t take you long to figure out what it is, only because you know the player on the ground. You’ve played games with him before and he isn’t the type to do things like this unless provoked by others. Now you really need to know who this man is and the only person who knows is Chishiya but we keep on getting interpreted or I keep forgetting because our sexual tension is making me lose focus.

Usumi strolls over to the player on the floor but not forgetting to put on her best smile “Are you alright?” she asks in a sickly sweet tone. “How would you like to join up with our group instead?” Ah yes, it's all about the game with her. “Thank you” the player says and walks over to the group.

You sigh becoming slightly bored in this place, the group continues to give everyone the right answers and overall the group feels more relaxed. Once you get your answer you pull Chishiya away to get him to double-check the collar then you do the same for him. Chishiya still gets very close to me when telling my suit but not that I care, I love the feeling of his strong hands on my waist and his hot breath in my ear. You’re not gonna let your horniness for this man get to you. You need to know where you know the guy in the dark blue shirt. After telling Chishiya his suit I ask sternly to get my point across. “So who is that guy in the dark blue shirt?”

“You don’t remember much of the real world, do you? He was everywhere, on the radio and TV. He was practically famous” Chishiya uses his signature smirk. Confused you push for more answers. “Was he a famous singer or something?” You laugh hoping to get the answer sooner or later because quite frankly it’s killing you not knowing. “You could say he is famous in a special way, you know what I’ll tell you if you give me something in return” Chishiya grins deeper, you could tell he was planning something. Curiosity killed the cat and unfortunately you’re itching to find out who this guy is that you’re willing to compromise yourself for. “What do you want?” you ask in a questioning tone.

Chishiya looks pleased that you were willing to trade information “An I owe you, you have to do anything I tell you to”. You gasp in disbelief “That is a horrible trade, I need more terms and conditions than that” standing your ground. Chishiya sighs “Okay how about an ‘I owe you’ but I can’t use it in any games or use it that could lead you to die”. You seriously think about this offer, maybe this information could be quite useful and help you catch the Jack. Surely his ‘I owe you’ won't be too bad on me. You accept with a nod because It’s too good to pass up information.

Chishiya reaches for your hand to shake. His hands feel so strong and warm wrapped around yours for a handshake, you seriously need to snap out of it. Stopping the handshake you wait patiently for Chishiya to tell you who the dark blue player is. “His name is Sunato Banda, he killed 4 women which makes him a serial killer” Chishiya speaks up while eating another biscuit. “I suspect he told the player on the ground to lie to the other one for fun or to begin the game somehow” you agree with him by nodding along to his statement.

Time seemed to pass by slowly in the prison but you did find ways of keeping entertained. Standing next to Chishiya waiting for time to pass is quite fun especially when you can get to annoy him. Trying to steal his biscuits is becoming a fun game for you or commenting on how short he is just to get a rise out of him. Sometimes it works other times he’s too focused on at staring players making their way in and out of the pantry.

An hour is almost up and it was time for Chishiya ad I to head towards the cells. I repeat the same process as before, looking longingly at Chishiya before entering my cell and disclosing my answer. The answer was right and I could move on to the next round but not before hearing an explosion from down the hall. The aggressive man’s picture on the TV darkens and with the first death underway many are starting to feel the stress.

Walking up to Urumi you wait for the rest of the group. You both give each other looks and you can tell she doesn’t like you either. I could see this going badly. Chishiya arrives seconds later with everyone else. “That guy must be the Jack” Urumi states while looking towards the player who lied to the aggressive man. Urumi continues smiling “He lied to that big bully and killed him. I think we better kill him next turn”. The group is shocked at this statement. “Are you saying we should lie to him?” Someone pipes up, hoping Urumi drops it but she keeps pushing. “Of course. He’s definitely the Jack. And if not he's still dangerous. We should eliminate him while we have the chance”. Now everyone looks at each other apprehensively but no one speaks up.

Turning to Chishiya you raise an eyebrow and make your way over to him. “I have a feeling Urumi is gonna chuck me under the bus soon” you whisper into his ear. Chishiya hums in agreement. “Good thing you have me” Chishiya whispers back. You move your eyes towards the wall in front of you and see Banda giving Chishiya a stare that could make anyone stop. “Oh, would you look at that Chishiya you have a secret admirer, that's so cute” Never not gonna tease Chishiya. Chishiya makes eye contact with Banda for a very long time and then looks away. “Let's go to the pantry” Chishiya mumbles because he notices Urumi and the others moving there.

The group stood in a circle taking turns telling each other the answer, Chishiya and I both get our answers before stepping back and watching the drama unfold. Urumi steps up and everyone reveals her symbol as a diamond before she turns around and does the answer for the man she has her prey on. “Looks like your symbol’s a spade” Urumi starts the conversation with the group hesitantly agreeing behind her. “Thank you very much” the man now sighs in relief. Chishiya and I watch from the bench what his true symbol is. A heart. If you were in the real world and nobody would get hurt in these games you would tell him his real symbol, but it isn't like that anymore. You had to be tough to live out here and for you the more people that die the closer you are to catching the Jack.

Chishiya continues to eat his biscuits while you try and focus on who the Jack might be. Time goes by really fast when you use your brain. You start walking to the cells not feeling sure about the answer you got from the group. “Chishiya can you please tell me what my symbol is” Chishiya laughs.

“What am I gonna get in return” Chishiya smiles. You start to feel very nervous, hands start to shake. “Why does there have to be anything? Please just tell me, I don’t trust Urumi and I think she's out to get me” you whisper so the group can’t hear you. “You need to stop being so anxious (Y/N) because you will spile out of control then you’ll stop trusting everyone and that’ll end badly” Chishiya turns me around pulling my hair to the side before saying “You’re a spade, just like the group said. ”

Huffing in announce your state in an annoyed tone “Trust is earned Chishiya, I don’t trust anyone here.” You instantly regret your choice of words because this has compromised the relationship you have with Chishiya,

“Including me?” Chishiya asks. Huge tension is present when his comment is spoken. Looking at Chishiya you can tell he’s serious. Deep down you know you can trust him but the games you've seen him play and his actions at The Beach stop you from speaking the truth. “I’ve seen you ‘make friends’ with people and then use them as sacrifices in games.” You begin and then continue with a shaky breath, “This might be the game getting to my head but I’m pretty sure I can’t trust anyone including you.”. Now you really need to shut your mouth before it’s too late.

“Wow okay” Chishiya's demeanour doesn’t change but you can see something switch in his eyes. “But you trusted me when I was patching up your wounds? Wow, very manipulator of you (Y/N)”. You both arrive at the cells stepping into different ones this time not looking at Chishiya before entering. I speak my answer into the P.A., I’m not feeling nervous because I know that if Chishiya will betray me it won't be this early in the game. I live, thankfully, and continue to step out of the cell at the same time as Chishiya but things feel cold. He doesn’t walk side by side with you anymore but a few steps in front of you with a blank face.

Making your way towards the centre of the lobby you see the group discussing how the man they just killed turned out not to be the Jack. Each group member is really feeling the stress now but Urumi stands back and eats her food. Chishiya and I stand to the side while he talks to me with no emotion and his only intent is to focus on the game. “People are starting to get nervous like you. I know they said there was no time limit… except that people are actually starting to die now. I’m not sure we’ll even find the Jack for sure.” Chishiya states with a jab towards you.

Sighing, needing to fix the awkward tension between you too because if you don’t your risking yourself and Chishiya in the long run. Turning to face him you speak up in a firm tone but quickly enough so no one else can hear “Look, what I meant to say back there was trusting people is hard in a world like this. I used to have a friend who came into this world with me, we were friends for 10 years before all this and she stabbed me in the back during a game and I nearly died. I won’t go through that again, so I’m not taking back my statement. I don’t trust anyone here fully, but I do trust you the most and the more time we spend together the more I can trust you. But for now, I trust you enough for this game” You finish your monologue feeling apprehensive about how Chishiya will react. Chishiya laughs stepping forward with his signature smirk “At least I got something, but don’t worry princess I’ll earn your trust soon enough”.

You’re feeling happy to know that you and Chishiya are back on good terms but the awkward tension is still lurking there at times. Hanging out in the pantry part of the prison is quite fun only because you and Chishiya sit very close together because of the bench seats you’re sitting at. Shoulder to shoulder again, you never want to leave. It gives you a sense of comfort and stability knowing that Chishiya is right next to you but for now you are focused on the group because Urumi has now singled out yet another person. This time because the woman wasn’t “on our side when we tried to get our stories straight earlier” what surprises you most is that Urumi asks for everyone’s opinion on killing her. Of course, everyone followed the ring leader and it was decided that she was the one to be killed next.

Chishiya was eating his way through another pack of cookies and you couldn’t help but notice the tension in Urumi’s group, you need to figure out a plan with Chishiya before it’s too late. “Hey Chishiya” you whisper into his ear to avoid others listening in. “I know we had a fight about this earlier but I’ve decided I’m not gonna trust the group anymore and put my life in your hands. So from now on, I want to know my symbol from you. But I will be keeping appearances with the group just in case I need to get the upper advantage if anything happens.” looking him in the eyes so he knows that I mean it.

“That’s what I was gonna suggest with you” Chishiya says slyly. Leaning forward onto the table to collect more biscuits from his packaging. “I have a plan forming in my head, so just hold back from doing anything until I tell you otherwise. My plan will only work if you follow my rules. Understand?” he says nonchalantly in a way that doesn’t draw attention to our conversation. “Understood, sir” you gave him a joking salute to ease up the pressure. The group decided to start telling everyone’s symbols now. There we go again everyone steps into the circle to tell each other their symbol. Up comes the lady everyone wants to kill, Urumi tells her she has a club instead of a heart then comes the chorus of group members agreeing with her. If there’s one thing I know, I want to get my revenge on this bitch.

Apparently my symbol this round is a diamond and Chishiya’s is a spade. But of course, you go to each other afterwards to double-check. This happens for a while, round after round and your start to get really tired. At one point you fall asleep on the pantry table, Chishiya takes off his white Nike jacket and bundles it into a pillow for you. You make eye contact before your pulled away to sleep and in his eyes, you see a lot of emotion that isn’t shown on his face. Which emotions? I don’t know but you do want to take a dive at it at some point.

Urumi group has suddenly lost a few more members and everyone’s on edge, people are starting to lose it. One of the members is starting to pull his hair out and it’s giving me really bad vibes.

Round nine begins now

Chishiya whispers into my ear “This is where shit goes down, I really need you to trust me now if you want to survive.” Judging by the way of his calm exterior you guess he’s already figured it out. “Whatever you need Chishiya” you reply back hoping this wouldn’t end up with you being killed.

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do you plan on writing a part 3 to the enemies chishiya? sorry if you already answered this, just found your acc today 🥹

yes, I'll be uploading sometime next week :)

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Hey sorry to ask but any updates on part 3 of that chishiya fic??

Yep, there is! I'll probably be uploading it very soon just gotta do a few proofreads :)

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I was reading your fics and was just wondering what the writer is like, are you a guy or girl?

I am a woman💅

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Animagus (Part Two) | Ominis Gaunt x Reader

Title: Animagus (Part Two)

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem!reader

Summary: Knowing how he feels about you it's time to do something about it

Themes/Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, insecurities

Word count: 1600ish

A/N: Not edited at all, make sure to read part one first: here

Waking up in the morning is not a particularly fun thing to do but you didn’t really have to do that when you didn’t have any sleep. Heart buzzing a million miles an hour and a smile you can’t wipe from your face even when it starts to hurt.

Anne was deeply confused about your whole attitude for the last 12 hours but especially worried about the fact you look like a serial killer, with tired eyes and a smile that can stretch on for miles.

“What is up with you?” Anne groans struggling to get into a seating opposition on her bed. “No one should be this happy in the morning, not even you” She yawns half her sentence before standing up and approaching you. “What happened last night?” she quizzes you.

“Something wonderful happened, something so wonderful that I can’t tell you” you cheered with a grin on your face. Anne makes her way to her trunk and pulls out her uniform and robes before chucking them over her shoulder and heading towards the lavatory “Okay you psychopath. Studying must have really gotten you going last night” she sighs. You can’t help but laugh “It really did”.

Anne takes her leave while you get ready for the school day, double-checking your appearance the entire time. You know Ominis is blind but you wanted to look good yourself, which gives you more confidence in what you're going to do. With one last look in the mirror, you sprayed yourself with some perfume which Ominis commented on a year ago saying you smelled good and you were ready to start the day.

Normally you would meet up with Sebastian or Anne before heading to the great hall and meeting up with Ominis but today is Wednesday and Sebastian has a meeting with cross wands and Anne needs to talk with Poppy Sweeting about some questions coming up in the Care of Magical Creatures N.E.W.Ts. So you were off to the great hall alone to meet up and have breakfast with Ominis alone.

You were feeling kind of nervous, you weren’t going to talk about your findings with Ominis at the great hall because there were too many people and you still had a chance of being rejected, so you had to act normal until you can find an opening to drag Ominis into an abandoned corridor.

Walking along the corridors to the great hall you put you’re mind somewhere else, you focus on the paintings and watch how they interact with students. What looks to be a knight in a portrait threatens to report some students to the headmaster because they moved his fame over an inch. The portrait opposite him, a lady with 2 daughters, fights with the knight stating that the students did nothing wrong. It was quite a funny argument to watch but you really did want to spend some extra time with Ominis so you went on your merry way.

Entering the great hall you feel unbelievably sweaty to the point where you’re rubbing your hands on your Slytherin robes. Walking towards your usual seating place you see Ominis reading a book. Reading as in gliding his finger across the page to ‘read’ the braille. You stand over his shoulder and watch how his hand glide and notice how good his hands look. Yes, this is a bit weird but you never notice how veiny his hands are and that the beauty marks on his face are also on his hands. How could his hands be so perfect?

You grab his shoulder to gain his attention, he turns to you with his pearly white smile and offers his hand so you can sit down on the bench. Feeling nervous you wipe your hands one more time on your robes before grasping his pale hands for help sitting down of course.

“Good morning (Y/N) you smell lovely today” Ominis speaks before closing his book and putting it in his shoulder bag. Heat spread through your face not only for the compliment but also because of how nervous you are. “Thank you Ominis, your hair looks extra superb today” hoping your voice doesn’t give away how anxious you are. He gives you smile before grabbing two plates that were left off to the side.

“Here have some breakfast, I know you love the fruit salad so I made sure to come in earlier to get you some before it ran out” Ominis states before moving the bowl of fruit salad in front of you. Your heart melts, he’s so compassionate, and just wants to make you confess more.

“I was wondering if we could chat in private Ominis? Sometime during the day?” You ask with a face full of fruit salad. Ominis looks apprehensive and reaches for his drink before asking “Hope I haven't done anything bad?”

Letting out a laugh hopefully to reassure him you tell him “Of course, you're not in trouble.” he lets out a sigh of relief “Why do you make it sound like that then?” Ominis then reaches for a piece of toast. Clearing your throat “I just need to talk to you about something important” starting to feel nervous again.

“I don’t understand why you just can’t tell me now, no one can hear us?” Ominis is making this harder for you without even knowing. I mean you could do it now, the only reason you wanted to do it later was that you could procrastinate or just end up not doing it. “Are you okay (Y/N)? Your breathing funny?” That was his way of saying you might want to stop before going into a full-blown panic attack. “It must be pretty serious to warrant this response, I really hope it's not that bad” Ominis puts his hand on your shoulder and leans in closer hoping to comfort you but it really does the opposite when he’s so close that you can smell his aftershave.

Moving slightly back before you do something stupid like kiss him you quickly rush out the words “It’s not bad I promise, I’m just trying to get the nerve to tell you”. Ominis begins to rub your shoulder “Just take your time (Y/N)” before making a joke to ease the growing tension “Just say it I won't bite”. You let out a nervous giggle.

You know the facts like the back of your hand. You know he likes you because he said so and was thinking about asking you to the ball so now you just have to ‘woman up’ and do it. With the remaining courage you have left, you loudly whispered “I like you” into the air hoping Ominis could hear you. A few seconds pass and you feel like you're about to explode from nerves and Ominis's face has changed from concerned to shock. It’s been about 20 seconds of silence. Feeling rejected you quickly say “ah just joking see you later” in the best tone you could possibly say before quickly grabbing your shoulder bag and standing up.

All you could think about was how could this have gone so wrong, you really thought he would’ve said yes after last night. It feels like your heart is about to explode from heartache and you just want to crawl into bed a die. But before you could even think about heading towards your dorm room Ominis grabs your arm quite harshly and drags you back down to the table. “Sorry, that was a bit harsh” Ominis states before rubbing the spot where he grabbed you. Unable to see what Ominis is feeling at this moment you sit there in silence hoping he would be the first one to speak seeing as he really wanted you there. Ominis leans in closer so that you could feel his breath on your nose. “Do you mean it?” He questions before continuing “Because if this is a joke, it’s a very cruel one”

You start nodding your head, hoping he would continue this conversation. Until you realised how stupid you are because he’s blind and can’t see you nod. “Sorry I was nodding” feeling like an idiot you lower your head to look at the floor to avoid seeing him. It’s like Ominis knew you were trying to focus on something else because he then brings his hand under your chin to look back at him. “I like you too, I have for a while” Ominis then tucks some hair behind your ear. “I also wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the Ball with me” You could tell he was nervous when he asked you this.

Before you could even think about your actions you lean up to kiss him on the cheek before giving him a hug. He wraps his arms around your back and puts his face in between your shoulder and neck. You giggle before happily replying “Of course, I’ll go to the Ball with you Ominis” you pull away and before you know it Ominis then kisses your cheek. The heat was starting to make its way up your face and you couldn’t help but feel an absolute attachment to one person.

Both of you don’t seem to notice the twins standing next to you. “Um, what did we just miss?” Anne says but can’t contain her smile. Sebastian, on the other hand, lets out a cheer “Finally it was killing me not telling you guys” he laughs before sitting next to me. You slip your hand into Ominis’ and chuckle before teasing Sebastian when he was gonna ask the MC out.