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hercleverboy · 4 years

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the comfort of rain

spencer reid x reader

summary ↠ spencer reid is her soulmate, isn’t he?

category ↠ angst

warnings/includes ↠ heartbreak, unrequited love

word count ↠ 1.6k

“Do not bother holding on to that thing that does not want you. You cannot make it stay.” — Rupi Kaur

Spencer Reid was her soulmate.

She was sure of it. The pair had been inseparable since she’d started working with the BAU four years prior, practically joined at the hip, never one without the other.

He’d never fail to bring her breakfast on days filled with paperwork, when he knew she’d barely slept and craved nothing more than a banana muffin from the bakery down the road. He simply placed it on her desk with a warm smile, receiving a thankful one from her in return.

Such a small gesture, but it meant the world to her.

He would press little kisses to the crown of her head after they arrested an unsub, a small act of thankfulness that she was ultimately unharmed. An appreciation that she was okay, safe.

For all intents and purposes, they were only best friends. Though she’d been helplessly in love with him for years, and she had an inkling he felt the same. She didn’t want to make assumptions, but then again she was the only person he ever really got up close and personal with. Sure, he’d hug the other team members too occasionally, but she didn’t see him holding Emily or JJ’s hands on the jet home after a case that ended badly. He didn’t give them countless book recommendations, or spend his evenings watching TV shows that she was in love with just so they’d have something else to talk about.

He always offered her his coat when it was cold, or when the rain began to fall heavily and she was only in her shirt and jeans (despite how he’d commented, as he looked up at the sky, that it was likely going to rain based on the colour of the clouds. She never listened to him.)

One of his most treasured memories is the time they were hanging out at his place on a rare Saturday that they didn’t have to go into work for a case. They were watching some eight-part crime series on Netflix that she’d finally convinced him to watch with her, after her complaining about needing someone to talk about it with. The loud clap of thunder cracked through the sky, making her jump up from his couch in excitement, looking out the window as rain began to fall heavily from the grey clouds above. She looked out silently as the rain pattered, watching how people on the street below rushed to find shelter from the unexpected downpour.

Spencer frowned, coming to stand behind her.

“I love the rain.” She commented, noting his presence behind her.

His frown deepened. “Why? It’s cold and wet and- gross.”

She chuckled quietly at his comment. “You’re not wrong there, but I meant more that I love watching the rain. I like the way it sounds. The way it smells. It reminds me that I’m alive. It’s comforting.”

It was quiet for a little, the sound of the rain pinging harshly against the window.

“Pluviophile.”

She turned back to him, speaking softly. “What?”

“Pluviophile. It refers to a person who loves the sound of the rain. They often find a sense of joy or peace of mind during rainy days.”

She bit her lip to stifle her smile and turned back to the window, giving him a simple nod in return. She was always somehow surprised by his never-ending plethora of knowledge.

They stood and watched the downpour together in a comfortable silence.

Spencer supposed the rain wasn’t so bad, after that.

In the recent weeks, she found herself wanting so badly to confess her feelings, but as every friends to lovers story goes- she feared rejection. She feared him leaving. And she’d certainly rather love him from afar than confess her feelings and risk losing him.

He’d managed to embed himself so deeply in her heart that she was sure there could never be anyone else for her.

She was mesmerised by him. Compelled by every word that left his mouth, enthralled by all his random knowledge and infinite number of stories he’d committed to his memory. When they sat on his couch watching Doctor Who, she’d gladly listen to any time travel related ranting he wanted to get off of his chest, without any interruptions or eye rolls. (She could listen to him talk forever.)

She’d often fall asleep on his shoulder, and he’d smile down gently at his best friend, a woman he cared so deeply for.

She stuck by him throughout everything, and she never sugar-coated things. If she thought he was being petty or overreacting slightly in a situation she was the first to bring it up, to call him out. And he’d listen, too, because he trusted her more than anyone and it’s likely she was right about it. She took care of him, in a way that no one ever had before. It was unspoken between them that they’d essentially die for one another, two souls destined to be one another’s everything.

When he confided in her one night that he was afraid that he should’ve amounted to more, she was quick to soothe his worries. She held him as he sniffled into her shoulder, with hushed reassurances that he was already doing incredible things, and that his work was making the world a safer place, one case at a time.

She was particularly close to JJ, the woman who had become like a sister to her. She told JJ of her feelings for Spencer, and the blonde had just smiled at her in response, as if it had been obvious.

“You should go for it.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Think so? I know so. We’ve all seen the way he looks at you. You mean everything to him.”

That conversation was the final push she needed to decide that it was time to come clean about her feelings.

With the nervous pit in her stomach being overwhelmed by the excitement she felt, she tried to clear her thoughts. She could only hope this went well. She was meant to meet Spencer at his place for the evening, and so knocked gently on the door when she arrived, taking deep breaths to prepare herself.

The door swung open, Spencer flashing her a smile when he saw her. “Hey! I’m glad you’re here, I have something to tell you.”

She grinned, making her way past him into the apartment. “Oh god, what did you do this time? Did you misplace your phone again?” She joked, sliding off her jacket.

Spencer shook his head, biting his lip to supress his smile.

“Okay. Then what is it?”

He smiled then, and it was a smile she’d hadn’t seen him wear before. One that was so much bigger than the rest, one that reached his eyes and made them glimmer with hope and glee.

“I- um. I met someone.”

and just like that, her face dropped.

“Her name is Maeve, she’s a Geneticist. We’ve been talking over the phone for about a month now. I know what you’re going to say, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I just wanted to see if it was going to go anywhere-“

Her ears stopped tuning in to what he was saying. She could only hear the pounding of her heart filling her ears, tears burning her eyes as she tried her best to keep them at bay. That’s the smile he’d had, the one she couldn’t quite place at first. She recognised it now. The realisation hit her like a train.

Lovesick.

Spencer had stopped talking, looking at her with concern. “Are you okay?”

She snapped her head up to meet his eyes.

No, I’m not okay. I’m in love with you.

Is what she wanted to say.

Instead-

“Sorry, Spencer. I think I’m gonna have to take a rain check tonight. I’m feeling a little sick, so I think I’m just going to head home.”

“Oh, are you sure? You can always stick around here for a bit, I could take care of you. You know, technically I am a doctor.” He grinned, attempting a joke.

She didn’t laugh, but gave him her best fake smile, one she could only hope he didn’t read too much into. She hoped he couldn’t see the tell-tale profiler signs of devastation on her features that she was so desperately trying to hide.

If he did notice, he said nothing about it.

She shook her head. It was taking everything in her to hold herself together, but she’d be damned if she ruined his happiness because of her own pitiful feelings.

She remembered the smile, his beautiful, lovesick smile. It was for Maeve, not her. It made her heart ache in a way that felt like it was trying to claw its way out of her chest.

“It’s okay. I’ll uh- I’ll text you later.” She mumbled, grabbing her coat before leaving the apartment, leaving a confused Spencer behind.

However, all was forgotten when his phone started buzzing, Maeve’s name flashing across the screen. He smiled.

Outside in the car park, she sat in her car as the thunder cracked above her, the treacherous rain coming down in harsh hits against her windshield.

She found herself grateful for the rain in that moment, as the dam holding her emotions back broke, tears flooding down her cold, pink-tinted cheeks.

She placed her head in her hands and began to sob, her uneven breaths and heartbroken cries being slightly muffled by the patters of the rain hitting the gravel outside.

She felt comforted by the sound.

It was as though the sky was crying with her.

Yes, Spencer Reid was her soulmate.

But she just wasn’t his.

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datleggy · 3 years

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Let’s take “birth day” literally and have pregnant Buck go into labor someplace really dumb and/or inconvenient.

It's the hormones, Buck would like to say in his defense, but honestly, the omega would have done it even if he weren't nearly nine months pregnant....

The doctor's told him some light exercise will help, even with his due date being so close now, and so after picking Christopher up from school they'd decided to take a nice stroll in the park.

And it would have been nice if some asshole hadn't put his hands on his kid on the goddamn playground of all places! One minute Buck had been struggling to get up off the bench to see why it looked as though Christopher was in a seemingly heated argument over something or the other, with another little boy around his age, and the next said boy's mother was shoving Christopher away with a sharply pointed nail, poking at his shoulder and shouting obscenities.

And Buck was there in a flash, putting himself between Christopher and the woman and telling her to back off. "You don't touch someone else's kid like that, lady. If you have a problem, you come find me."

The woman looks flustered for a moment before raising her voice again, yelling about how she had barely even touched the eight year old, and about how maybe he shouldn't bring his son around other kids if he couldn't learn to play nice. "If you taught that boy some manners we wouldn't even be here right now!"

Buck knows he should have let it go, knows they were causing a huge and unnecessary scene, and this? This next part he totally blames on the hormones. "If your parents had taught you some manners and common sense we wouldn't be here right now!"

And that had only served to escalate the situation to the point where police had actually been called and arrived on the scene--and apparently the woman had been very convincing when she'd burst into tears and told the cops that Buck had threatened her with violence.

Which is how Buck ends up in a jailcell on a sunny Friday afternoon, waiting for Eddie to come and bail him out and worrying frantically about Christopher, who last he saw, as they'd cuffed him and put him into the back of their vehicle, was currently in the custody of a child services worker.

Buck puts his head in his hands and groans, beyond stressed. Not only is this humiliating as all hell, but his alpha is probably going to kill him for letting this shit happen. He should have ignored the woman and walked away with Christopher in tow. Instead, he'd made it worse and gotten arrested for an assault he hadn't even committed. "Jesus Christ."

"Buckley? Evan Buckley?" An officer calls out; he's older, maybe mid fifties, with a faint Southern drawl.

Buck raises his head. He'd only called Eddie fifteen minutes ago, was he really here that quickly? "Uh, yeah, that's me." he says.

"You're free to go; luckily a bunch of witnesses came forward with the same story--you weren't the aggressor here, son. Now c'mon, your kid's waiting for you right outside."

"Oh thank God." he breaths out, immeasurably relieved. But when he attempts to stand up Buck lets out a hiss and doubles over, face contorting in pain.

The officers eyes go wide and he rushes to open the cell, which is nearly empty, thankfully, except for Buck and a slumbering man in the corner, arrested that morning for public intoxication. "Whoa, whoa," the man's eyes go even wider, if possible, when he realizes what's happening. "Shoot, I think your water just broke, young man."

Buck shakes his head, even though the proof is on the bench and soaking his jeans through and through. He whines as the contraction continues, huffing and puffing. "H-hospital. Please." He pleads.

There is no way he's having this baby while still technically in custody at a police station. Hell, they're in a jailcell, for shit's sake. He'd rather give birth like a total cliché and in the back of a yellow taxi!

"I'm gonna have 'em call you an ambulance, but let's get you outta here first." the officer tries to help Buck stand but another contraction hits, this one harder and more agonizing than the last and Buck cries out, his knees buckling under him.

The officer manages to hold him aloft just long enough to reposition him on the floor as Buck pants and tries not to lose it. The contractions are way too close...

The officer radios his men and calls for help. "Need help in the holding cell on floor 2B, we've got a custodial here who's gone into labor. Urgent request for help in holding cell 2B."

Buck can't help but let out a sob--it's even worse than he'd imagined--he's going to end up giving birth inside a jailcell five feet away from some guy who smells like tequila and regret. Alone.

"What the hell is going on in--Buck?!"

Buck sniffles as he turns his head towards the door, where Athena is standing, mouth agape at the chaotic scene before her. "Athena!" he cries, reaching out for her, needy as can be and not giving a damn.

Athena doesn't waste any time, dropping to her knees beside him, letting him rest his head on her lap. She sooths back his curly locks, now sweaty, and look at the officer, asking sharply, "What happened?"

"He was being released when he went into labor--must be from the stress of the situation. Tried to get him up, but that baby's comin' and soon." he informs her, grimacing when Buck whines in pain as another contraction follows his statement, as if to prove the mans words true.

"Eddie," Buck clenches his teeth, tries to stifle another groans. "Need Eddie."

"He's right outside," Athena tells him, reassuringly. She nods at the officer. "Reyes, get me Eddie Diaz, he's a medic and he should be waiting down on the first floor for us. Hurry!"

***************

Eddie's at the grocery store picking stuff up for dinner tonight when he gets the unexpected call. He almost doesn't answer it, when he sees it's from an unfamiliar number, thinking it's spam, but something nags at him to take the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey..."

It's Buck. And he sounds upset.

"Buck? What's going on? Everything alright? Who's phone are you using?"

He can hear Buck gulp from the other end of the line. "I've been arrested. I need you to come bail me out and get Christopher out of police custody." he says, all in one rushed statement, like he'd ripping off a band aid.

"Wha--I'm sorry, what? Did you say you're in jail? And Christopher's with the police? What the hell is going on?" Eddie's not proud of the way he raises his voice, especially not in the fruit aisle, where a mother with her toddler gives him a dirty look on her way past, but he's so shocked and panicked he can't stop himself from blurting out, "Buck, what the fuck happened? You were picking Christopher up from school today! Where does jail fit into this?!"

"Eddie, I'm sorry." Buck sighs. "I swear I'll explain everything when you get here, but I don't have a lot of time left on this call and I'm kind of freaking out right now. Please, can you just--"

"Of course, yeah, sorry, I'm on my way, give me like twenty minutes, ok? I'm across town."

"Thank you." the line cuts off abruptly and Eddie's left to ponder what could possibly have happened to have led up to his almost nine months pregnant husband being arrested as he abandons his cart and runs out into the parking lot.

****************

Eddie nearly gets arrested himself, with the way he's speeding down the highway before turning onto the main road and parking right in front of the station, where only police vehicles are allowed.

The alpha finds his kid with a social worker, happily munching on a donut. “Chris!?” Eddie runs over and engulfs his son in a suffocating hug. “Are you ok? What happened?”

Christopher pulls away slightly, nodding. “I’m ok. Bucky got in trouble ‘cause the lady at the park lied. Officer Reyes said he’s gonna bring him out soon.”

The social worker explains the whole story to Eddie, “Thankfully there were a lot of witnesses who corroborated the events. Your husband should be out in a few minutes; it was all just an awful misunderstanding. The woman at the park is in custody right now for giving the police a false accusation and wasting everybody’s time.”

Eddie’s shoulders slump in relief and he practically falls into a chair nearby, pulling Christopher onto his lap and holding him tight around the middle. “Is he ok? Buck is pregnant. He’s due in two weeks.”

The social worker gives him a sympathetic look. “I’m sure he’s in good hands. Officer Reyes will have him out here in a couple of minutes.”

****************

After a couple of minutes turns to five, turns to ten, Eddie starts to get angsty. Which is why it’s a good thing, when he happens to spot Athena rounding the corner and into the station. He calls over to her and she furrows her brows in concern before making her way across to them.

“Eddie? Christopher? What’s going on?”

“It’s a long story.” Eddie sighs, “But Buck is being held in a cell right now, they said an officer Reyes was supposed to bring him down here, that he was free to go, but that was forever ago,” he exaggerates. “Can you please find out what’s taking so long?”

“Of course.”

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Buck sobs openly when his alpha enters the room, “Eddie!” he calls out desperately.

Athena holds Buck close and looks up. “He’s in labor. Contractions are less than a minute apart. He needs to start pushing.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, though his brain feels like it’s about to short circuit if even one more insane thing happens within these twenty four hours. He drops between Buck’s knees and reaches out to squeeze his hand. “Hey, I’m here, I’m here, you’ve got this, ok? Cause I’ve got you.”

“I’m scared.” Buck admits, tears sliding down face, and he’s shaking like a leaf, terrified that something will go wrong. “I don’t--” he groans pitifully against another contraction. “Don’t wanna have her in here.”

“I know baby, I know, but she’s coming now, Buck. She’s not gonna wait for us to make it to a hospital. She’s impatient,” Eddie kisses his hand, squeezing again, comfortingly. “Just like you.”

Buck huffs. “No, like you. Y-you never wait for your soup to cool down.”

“My Tia’s sopa is worth the burnt tongue.” Eddie plays along, trying to distract him from the pain. “Baby, I need you to push, ok? I know this isn’t how we pictured any of this, but it’s time.”

Buck nods through the tears and steels himself.

“Good, good, now push, c’mon, you can do this. I’m right here.”

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“You look handsome in your mugshot.” Eddie tells Buck, staring at the photo he asked Athena to send him on his phone.

Buck glares at the alpha. “Funny.”

Eddie leans down to kiss the frown off his face. “Sorry, too soon?”

Buck turns the other way in bed with an annoyed huff. “You’re on baby night duty for the rest of the week.” he shuts the lamp light off and then the room is dim with just the moon peaking in through their blinds.

“Hey,” Eddie sits up, tilting his head. It’s been over a month since the incident, and sure, it hadn’t been pleasant, but Buck and their baby had made it through just fine, health intact, and in the hospital Buck hadn’t seemed too phased after the ordeal, mostly content with Christopher and the baby curled up against and on him. “That was a stupid joke, I’m sorry.”

Buck gulps. He’s being way too sensitive about this. Everything turned out alright and shortly after the whole thing had passed Chimney had even teased him that of course only Buck would have bad enough luck to end up giving birth in a holding cell. And Buck had laughed it off.

Mostly because he’d been relieved.

And then of course with the new baby the last month has been a whirlwind of constant activity, of making sure all her needs are met, of making sure Christopher’s not feeling neglected, of debating on when he should start thinking about going back to work and--

Eddie’s heart leaps when he hears Buck’s sharp intake of breath. “Buck?”

Buck sits up now, too, swiping miserably at the tears that suddenly won’t stop falling. “Sorry, I--ignore me. I didn’t--” he sniffles. “I haven’t really thought about that day since--everything’s been so busy with--you know?--and--” he cuts himself off with a choked off sob. “It’s the hormones.”

It’s been four weeks now and his hormones from the pregnancy are still driving him every which way and he feels ridiculous right now, crying over something he should have processed a month ago already.

Eddie wraps his arms around Buck and pulls him between his legs and against his chest. “Let it out.” he says. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Buck curls into Eddie and releases all emotion he hadn’t realized he’d been keeping all pent up inside. The fear, the anguish--Buck lets himself be held, coddled, loved.

It feels good.

After he’s cried for what feels like ages Buck rests the side of his head on Eddie’s shoulder and exhales. “You know Christopher wanted to name her Tuubee?” he murmurs.

Eddie, who’s rubbing up and down his husbands back, pauses a moment. “’Tuubee’?” he repeats.

Buck half smirks against his shoulder. “Two B. The cell where she was born.”

#911 fox #bday drabble #long post is long #thanku for the prompt! :)#buddie #mpreg #hurt/comfort

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givemethatgold · 3 years

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Fix’er Upper - Pt 19

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, references to Backstreet Boys, references to past abusive relationship, pain Word Count: 2.2k Notes: I just whipped this up while the kids were at Jiu Jitsu and it’s also my son’s birthday so I’ll be spot-checking later. Do with this chapter what you will, just don’t come yell at me for answers

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Getting out of bed, you struggled to hide the wince of pain that tightened the skin around your eyes. If Frankie saw it, he'd overreact and force you into another damn week of house arrest. Okay, maybe you were grumbling and being a tad ungrateful, but four weeks of sitting on your ass had made you stir crazy! The first week after The Incident, as you'd come to call it, you had been so glad for Frankie's hovering. Your whole body ached, you had suffered a minor concussion from the impact of your head against the truck door, and truth be told, you were slightly afraid of being alone. Margot had been airlifted to a hospital in the city where she was still being treated for the blunt force trauma her body had experienced. The sudden impact had caused upper spinal injuries, and while the doctors had assured you she would fully recover, it was still traumatizing.

While recovering at home, waiting for the bruising and pain across your hips and chest to fade, you'd had a discussion with Frankie and Annie regarding your loneliness. You hadn't wanted to make any important decisions without either of their input, for what you had planned to ask would affect both of them greatly. "Okay, so..." you had stalled, nervously, as you sat on the reclining chair Frankie had bought for you on your first day home from the hospital. "This is kind of a big deal, and I know one or both of you will have some objections or-" "Are we going to move into this big house with you?" Annie interrupted, and you wondered, not for the first time, how anyone could possibly assume kids didn't know what was going on around them. "No, baby, that's not-" "Actually, yes," you cut off Frankie's soft dismissal before he could say anything that could cause you to lose your nerve. The hope in Annie's voice gave you the confidence to continue. "That's exactly what I was going to ask. I, I mean... it makes sense, doesn't it?" Your eyes met Frankie's, trying to read his expression, but his face was like a mask and so you did what you do best, blabbered on. "I have so much space, too much space, for just me. Annie could have a proper bedroom! We could all have our own bedrooms... if that's what you'd want? And we're always together anyway. And when I'm not with you, both of you," you amended, not wanting to get too sappy and freak Frankie out, "I miss you." Silence hung in the air for an eternity. Your heart was beating so rapidly in your chest you wondered if Frankie could hear it, or if his was beating at all. He hadn't so much as batted an eyelash since you'd confirmed your reason for calling an Apple Family meeting. Slowly, the nervous fluttering in your chest turned to slow, heavy beats of dread. Oh god, you cursed in your head, this was too fast for him, too sudden after the first change in his life with Annie arriving. And now we just cornered him with this, in front of Annie. Fuck! Give him an out, give him an out! "It's okay if you don-" "I miss you too," He blurted suddenly, halting the words from spilling out of your mouth. "When you're not with us, we miss you." The look in his warm, brown eyes was so soft, so open and vulnerable, it took your breath away. With a stuttered breath you smiled, your gazes holding, so many unspoken words passing between the two of you in those moments. A high-pitched, ear-piercing squeal cut through delicious tension like a cold shower. Annie was on her feet and jumping toward you, her face was lit up with the same joy you'd expect from her on Christmas morning. Jumping over to kiss you on your nose, she ran upstairs and immediately yelled down that she wanted the bedroom with the gabled window, and began dictating how she wanted to redecorate everything. Frankie, Jacquie, and Mark had started the very next day. There wasn't much that Frankie needed to move from his loft to your house, thank god. Some basic furniture for Annie's bedroom, clothes, and a few cast iron pans you'd be extremely jealous of when you'd first eyed them in his kitchen. The loft remained passably livable, with the intent of using it for future farm-hand lodging once the orchard expanded beyond what you and Frankie could handle together.

With his close proximity, however, came his overbearing tendency to treat you like an invalid. You wanted to get back to work at the bakery, you wanted to get out and plant flowers in your garden, you wanted to enjoy playing with Annie outside and be more a part of her life in your home together! Which brought your mind back to the present, cautiously and carefully climbing out of bed and making your way to the bathroom without letting your boyfriend see any limping or evidence of pain. Today was Annie's school play and you were bound and determined to make it. It was also Jacquie's birthday and later this week was the bakery's 25 anniversary of being in business. While it had taken some time to adjust to living with another person again, never mind with a kid for the first time, you'd all been happy with the new arrangements. Annie had made a chore chart for herself, having already decided that she should get an allowance if she completed everything on the list each day. You'd agreed, after making a few amendments to her list, regretfully informing the child that eating breakfast and waking up in the morning weren't generally considered chores. Enterprising little thing, you didn't have it in you to be the slightest bit annoyed. When asked what she planned on doing with her earnings she had just given you a secret smile, which both alarmed and bemused you. Having made it through the entire day without showing an ounce of pain, Frankie had finally felt reassured enough to agree that you were ready for a night on the town with Jacquie and the girls. Not that you needed his permission, and he wouldn't even think of trying to stop you, but you knew he'd have been worried the whole night that you were pushing yourself and would come home in pain.

Girl's night had finally arrived and you were giddy with excitement and nerves. You hadn't been allowed to have any close friends when married to Brad led alone the chance to have a wild night of dancing and drinking with them. The closest you'd gotten to an experience like this was when your college friend threw a Jack and Jill party before her wedding, and you assumed Brad's presence and heavy hand at your waist had dampened much of the fun you could have had. Jacquie's suburban pulled down your driveway, honking unnecessarily as it came to a stop. All the windows were open, 90's boy band jams pumped from the speakers, and at least 3 women hung out of the windows singing or calling for you to "get that tight ass down here!". Mark's apologetic grin met you as you hurried down the front steps, "Sorry about them," he called over the crooning voice of Nick Carter, "they started without you." Dodging a playful slap from his wife he shot a grimace towards Frankie, "Down for a beer and poker once I've dropped off the Golden Girls?" This time, the slap landed, followed by applause, jeers, and the general consensus that we were all Blanche tonight. Climbing into the last free seat, you waved goodbye to Frankie not even trying to hide the mischievous grin on your face. Tonight was going to be fun. Patio drinks and appetizers quickly turned into fishbowl-sized glasses of sangria and clearing away a few tables to make room for the impromptu dancefloor. A few patrons even joined you for a drink or a dance, or sometimes both. Eventually, the group, grown in size once more friends or new acquaintances were encouraged the join, made its way down the street towards the only bar in town. The bass was loud enough that you could feel it in your chest before the doors could even open, inside was a whole other story. The main body of your friend group was a good decade older than the patrons already inside but that didn't stop anyone from letting loose. Jacquie took you by the hand and lead you straight to the dance floor, white-girl dancing with zero shits to give. This was incredible. You were sweaty, too hot, and thirsty. Your feet were aching in your too-tight, too-high heels, the music was so loud you knew you were doing permanent damage to your hearing. A body dancing around you bumped into you, a spilled drink splashed your ankles, your damp hair was stuck to the back of your neck. Yet you had never felt more alive, more free, and the moment you closed your eyes and allowed your body to move and writhe to the music you allowed a single happy tear to fall. Multiple songs later you made your way to the bar for a glass of water, Jacquie and a few others trailing close behind. Finding a clear space at the counter, you turned to the bartender to place an order for the girls but he placed a shot in front of you before you could. "What's this?" You asked, laughing at the absurdity of it. He just shrugged and pointed over his shoulder towards a different section of the round bar, "Some guy sent this your way." You picked up the drink, casting your gaze across the row of people vying for a bartender's attention, expecting to see someone meeting your gaze or, you had the slightest odd hope that it was Frankie being a dorky sweetheart. Not recognizing anyone you brought the drink to your lips but quickly pulled it away with a grimace, the smell immediately turning your stomach. "What's that?" Shouted Jacquie as she grabbed the tiny glass and brought it up to her nose. "Prairie Fire." You said in a voice that sounded dull in your ears. "You gonna drink it?" She asked, eying it up. You'd barely shaken your head before the alcohol was pouring past her lips. "Gaaaaah, whatthefuckwasthat?" She hissed out, wide accusatory eyes turned towards yours as if you'd forced her to drink the tequila and hot sauce. "Someone ordered it for me," you yelled back, a pit in your stomach opening as the memories took root. "Brad used to order them all the time, would make me have a couple with him. Aren't they disgusting?" She looked like she was going to puke, dabbing her tongue on a napkin. "Then he'd play this stupid fucking song, and I knew it was going to be one of those nights." You should stop talking. Reliving the memories was putting a massive damper on the evening but for some stupid reason, your mouth just couldn't stop. "He'd put on this damn song about tequila mak-" The DJ's voice blared across the speakers, drowning out the conversation as he announced that the next song was a special request. As soon as the first refrain of 'Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off' began to play, the pit in your stomach became filled with lead. Jacquie took one look at you and knew something was wrong. Pushing her way through the crowd, gripping your hand, and pulling you with her, she had her phone to her ear and was telling Mark he needed to come to pick you up before you reached the sidewalk. "What kind of a sick fucking joke from the Universe was that?" She asked, her southern twang amplifying due to alcohol and rage.

It was Frankie who drove right up to the front doors, his face curious, then concerned when he saw whatever was written across your and Jacquie's faces. "Come on, darlin', let's get you home."

Part 20

#Frankie Morales x FEM!reader #Frankie Morales x you #fix'er upper

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i'll keep you safe in these arms of mine // hold on to me pretty baby and you'll see

chapter seven - i'll keep you safe

a/n ; Like I said before, this is going to follow the manga pretty closely for a while, up until the Big Reveal. Of course there are gaps for me to fill with whatever I want, but as far as when you see the actual characters, I won't be changing much. For now. I have so many plans for this series and I hope you still enjoy reading it!

warnings ; swearing, cannon-typical violence words ; 7.8k

The next day Todoroki Enji was gone from your room, and you were grateful. The conversation you’d had before still left you shaken, you’d let too much info slip in the heat of your anger and you had a sneaking suspicion the number one hero had pieced together that Dabi was, in fact, his “dead” son, Touya.

You just couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut when it came to your anger. It’s one of the reasons you’d gotten in so much trouble with Hana, wherever she is now. You couldn’t bite your tongue, especially not when it came to Touya.

Gods, you’d even told Endeavor you loved him, what the fuck? It wasn’t a lie, though. You did, and after everything, after all the shit you’d been through with and for him (mostly because of him, though, let’s be honest here) you were only more convinced of your affections.

But the thought of telling him about those feelings…that scared the shit out of you. The attraction you held for each other was obvious to the both of you, and there was that sense of camaraderie you held not only as fellow LOV members, but because of all the conversations you’d shared.

And Touya had come to your rescue, saving the day like the hero he was in your eyes. A bit of a fucked up, villainous hero, but he was your hero. And that’s what mattered, right?

Your face heat up just thinking about it. What would you even say? ’hey, mind if I get a light? Oh, by the way I talked to your dad and ended up telling him I was in love with you. No pressure though.’ Yeah, not happening.

For now, you decided to keep your conversation with Endeavor a secret. Not that you were trying to keep things from Touya, but you weren’t sure how he’d take the news. Especially since those wounds were so raw after their confrontation before. You resolved yourself to keep both things a secret for now, including your growing love for him.

There would be a time and a place for a confession, and amidst everything happening you reasoned that now wasn’t it.

The next few days passed uneventfully, Touya hadn’t come to see you and though you sorely missed his company, you knew it was safer if he stayed away. A few police officers came to question you, and you feigned ignorance, not giving them anything to work from.

After about a week, you were permitted to leave with a prescription for pain medicine and a bag of clean gauze and other medical supplies. Your injuries still hurt whenever you moved, and despite how bad they looked right now, the doctor assured you the scarring would be minimal.

As you stood just outside the hospital, wearing the baggiest tan colored scrubs and no shoes, you wondered how you were going to get back to HQ. You could walk there, but that would take you the better part of today and tomorrow. You could call a cab, but you didn’t have any money. You could steal a car, but so many had gps tracking these days and you didn’t want to risk the police raiding the hideout.

You could hitchhike, but then the risk of another civilian knowing the location was an issue. You could also call someone, Touya or Toga. But you didn’t have a cellphone, and you couldn’t remember their numbers. So, walking it was.

While you were in the hospital, things had…changed within the League. Kurogiri got himself arrested, for one. And finances were scarce, which meant everyone’s least favorite type of crime: petty. Stealing what you could and robbing what you could to make ends meet. Even villains need necessities like food and shelter.

This was the reason Touya hadn’t visited you lately: they were moving. That warehouse you’d previously taken residence in was too vast and too expensive, and Mr. Compress had sourced a small three-bedroom house in the meantime. It was two stories, and so far out of town nobody would know who lived there. And there was constant construction nearby, so they got a real deep discount on the rent.

It wasn’t ideal. There were seven of you to house, after all. That meant Shigaraki got his own room, and the rest of you would be sharing. Two people to each room wasn’t terrible though, assuming that some weren’t shy about bunking in the living area.

Toga immediately claimed one of the bedrooms with Twice, giggling and lamenting on how it was like an extended slumber party. Spinner tried to lump Touya and Mr. Compress together, but it only took a slight threat from Touya for him to not only agree to be the one to share with Mr. Compress, but to also give him the final bedroom.

Which he would be sharing with you. Only you didn’t know it yet.

He smirked at the thought of having you all to himself, without worrying about Hana getting in the way.

First things first, though. You needed something to sleep on, and the League needed new members. So that’s what Touya set out to do, including the five-finger discount on essentials.

Walking such a long distance with so many injuries still healing sucked, and it wore you out quicker than you had expected. It was sundown and you hadn’t made it halfway yet. Even just taking it slow had caused you to be out of breath, having not moved much in almost an entire month. It was a miracle your muscles hadn’t atrophied more.

You paused for a break, leaning against the cold brick of an underpass. It was difficult to catch your breath, and you wished you had some water or something to wet your throat. A warm breeze rustled your hair and clothing, and you inhaled deeply.

The acrid smell of exhaust and asphalt burned your nose, but it was tinged with something sweet you couldn’t place. Your stomach growled. You had refused your last few meals because the anxiety and worry about your encounter with Endeavor had left you nauseous. Now you wish you had eaten all you could get your hands on.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” a familiar voice jolted you out of your thoughts and your wide eyes met with cool turquoise ones. Your breath hitched at the man before you, and you all but ran to him and collapsed into his arms.

“Hey there, doll. You didn’t tell me they let you out.” He said with a smirk, tilting his head slightly to the side to look at you.

“I-I didn’t have any way to contact you, or anyone else. I don’t have a phone and you guys aren’t exactly on the grid.”

“Hm. Y’know it’d be real bad if I didn’t run into ya. We just finished moving to a new place. You’d walk all that way for no reason and then you’d be really lost.”

“And nobody thought to come and tell me?” You weren’t angry, but you were annoyed that they hadn’t thought of you. No, actually, you were pissed that they hadn’t thought of you.

“I’m a member too, or did you forget? What would happen to me if I made it back and couldn’t find you guys? I’d be homeless again, and I don’t think I need to be the one to tell you I’m in no condition to be fucking around trying to pickpocket or whatever the fuck else I’d have to do to feed myself.”

Touya eyed you as you spilled your anger, letting you get it out of your system.

“But whatever, I guess. I’m more disposable than I thought. Glad to know where I stand with you all. You know,” you let out a bitter laugh and shook your head, “I thought you cared about me. How stupid does that make me?”

“Woah, hey now,” Touya stepped forward, dropping the bags you didn’t realize he was carrying, “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself here? How were we supposed to know when they’d release you? We just finished moving today, I was planning on coming to tell you this evening. Give me more credit, doll.” His voice was calm and even, his arms slightly outstretched as he gestured while he talked. For some reason it just made you angrier.

Here you were, thinking he’d cared for you. Admitting to Endeavor of all people that you loved him. And now you weren’t sure he felt anywhere close to the same. You bit your lip, and lowered your eyes, fighting back tears. You were so stupid to think that anyone would feel that way about you.

“Whatever,” your voice came out strained and quiet, stopping Touya in his tracks, “just…take me home.”

He stared at you for a moment, torn between wanting to kiss you and wanting to hold you. You were about to cry because of him, and though he didn’t quite understand what he’d specifically done to cause this, he wanted to comfort you. He wanted to make it right.

But Touya was bad at this. He didn’t know how to mend things, how to fix things once they were broken. With Hana he’d never even tried, and with you…well it was always you putting him back together, wasn’t it?

What if you backed away from him when he tried to touch you? He didn’t know how you were doing after…after Hana. He didn’t want to trigger you or hurt you more than you already were, so instead of following his instincts and pulling you close and kissing your tears away, he just stood there. Stood there like an idiot watching the one person in the world he genuinely loved cry because he was stupid and oblivious.

“Come on then,” he said after a moment, turning his back to you and retrieving the abandoned bags. You rubbed at your eyes, and followed him, and for the first time the silence between you was uncomfortable.

You shouldn’t have blown up on him like that, and you knew it. You were just emotional after everything, and the thought that you’d been lying to yourself and misreading his affections towards you stung. He hadn’t tried to reassure you that he did, in fact, care for you and your mind was locked onto that single thing.

As you were wrapped up in your thoughts, Touya noticed you were struggling to keep pace, already breathing heavy after a few minutes. He made to slow down, trying to keep things easier on you but he was worried. Would you be mad if he offered to carry you? Could he even do that while juggling the mass of bags on either wrist?

He glanced at you over his shoulder and immediately felt even worse. You were wrapped around yourself, biting your lip with your brows furrowed. He didn’t notice before, but you were barefoot, even.

You hadn’t noticed Touya stopping until your knees bumped into his back. Surprised, you blinked owlishly down at where he was crouched in front of you with fistfuls of bags on either side.

“Touya-?”

“C’mon, I can’t let ya walk the rest of the way like that.”

“I don’t-“

“Let me carry you.”

You blushed hard at the thought. Maybe he did care after all? Or was he just being nice? Would he do the same for anyone? The image of him carrying Toga crossed your mind and you realized how absurd it was. No way in hell would he offer to carry just anyone.

“B-but your bags…”

“Come on, doll. ’M stronger than I look. ‘Sides, ya look like you’re about to keel over any second. Let me help.”

You sighed, succumbing to his wishes and climbed onto his back. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tightened your knees around his waist. He was so warm beneath you, and even though it was a nice day, you buried your head into him. Touya chuckled at you, who gave you the right to be so cute?

“D-don’t patronize me,” you murmured, which only caused him to bark out a laugh this time.

“Sorry, doll, I didn’t expect someone who was mad at me to snuggle so close like that,” you could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

“I-…I’m not mad at you.”

“Hm? Coulda fooled me.”

You sighed into him, “I just…everything is a lot, you know? I’m still processing what happened, and I just got frustrated that nobody thought of me.”

“Hey, hey, that’s not the truth at all, y’know? At least I thought of you. I just didn’t know when they’d let you out, okay? We really need to get you a burner phone.” He glanced back at you briefly to gauge your reaction.

You nuzzled your forehead deeper into him and squeezed his shoulders tighter. So, he had thought of you. Of course, he did, he was always kind to you and even if he was a little rough around the edges, it didn’t mean he was evil. You kicked yourself even more for getting so mad at him.

“I’m sorry,” you said finally and Touya stopped in his tracks at your apology. You felt him stiffen beneath you, apparently not used to being apologized to. He was silent for a long moment and you felt the need to explain yourself further.

“I got mad at you for something you couldn’t control, just because I was frustrated. It was unfair of me, and I’m sorry. C-can you forgive me?”

More silence. Touya was so fucking glad you were perched on his back and couldn’t see just how pink his cheeks were, and he prayed you couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating.

In all his time with Hana, she hadn’t once apologized for all the bullshit she put him through. Not a single time did she ever feel remorse for the way she’d treated him. And he just…put up with it. Because that was as good as it gets for him – at least that’s what he thought. He’d have to deal with it, grit his teeth and sink in his heels while she ruthlessly attacked him physically and verbally, because it’s what he deserved.

But when he was with you, he dared to think things could be different. He dared the think that maybe it wasn’t violence, death, and hatred that he deserved, but love and compassion. Kindness, even.

“Nothin’ to forgive, doll.” He spoke lowly, swallowing the lump in his throat. One apology was all it took to start knocking down those walls, and he was feeling conflicted as he pressed on.

You, on the other hand, were feeling relief. Not only because it seemed he wasn’t angry with you, but also because your body still ached and walking as much as you had that day started to take its toll. Being carried like this was a huge reprieve on your sore muscles and joints, and on the still-healing lacerations that marred your back.

You fell into comfortable silence for the rest of the journey to the new hideout, and though you’d vehemently denied it, Touya swore he heard you snore softly after a while. The thought that you’d be comfortable enough around him to sleep while he carried you warmed his heart, though he shoved that feeling down and buried it deeply.

He did a lot of thinking as he walked. Mostly about you. Part of him wanted to be selfish, to take you as his the next time he found you perched on his lap. He wanted to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, and then kiss you some more. He wanted to see your face as he fucked you into the mattress, rapturous and enamored. He wanted.

But the other part of him knew he didn’t deserve you. You’d given him too much already, done too much for him. You’d called him beautiful of all things. You’d put him back together when he felt like he was falling apart. You’d been his only comfort. And he knew he didn’t deserve it.

He wasn’t a good person, that kind of came with being a villain after all. He’d killed over thirty innocent people for starters. Not to mention the arson, property damage, conspiracy, blackmailing, stalking, assaults, and kidnapping. He didn’t consider himself to be an evil person, but when he thought about all the charges on his record, he had to second guess himself.

He could be evil. He didn’t mind it if he could give Endeavor what was coming to him. He’d gladly kill thirty more people, kidnap more UA students, burn down more buildings and more if it meant he could achieve his goals. And you didn’t deserve to get caught up in that.

Even if he could freely admit that he cared for you deeply, he couldn’t let you get too involved with him-with his life and his goals. You’d already done more than enough, and he reasoned it was time for you to let him go. Time for him to let you go.

And that would be easier said than done after he’d argued and threatened Spinner so intently earlier so that you two could share a room. Alone. Not only that but sometimes he couldn’t even look at you without feeling aroused, even if you weren’t doing anything particularly charming or sexy. You’d cast your spell on him that first night on the veranda and he hasn’t been able to keep his head clear of you since.

That was dangerous.

The way you’d gently tuck your hair behind your ear when he offered you a light, or the bright unabashed smile you’d give him for seemingly no reason at all, or the way your thighs squished when you sat down. How your eyes sparkled softly in the moonlight when you looked at him with more admiration than he deserved. When you’d tended his wounds with careful and skilled hands and the way your blood tasted citrusy and bright on his tongue.

The soft curve of your lips, the tender way they’d kissed him so unsure but so needy. The weight of you in his lap, on his back, not heavy for him, but just enough to feel you. To know you were there and with him and ground him to reality. The soft moans you’d let escape as he eagerly swallowed every sound, every movement of your mouth against his.

Fuck.

Touya wanted to be selfish, to indulge in you. But he knew it was dangerous for you, and not only that but how would someone like him – someone evil - ever deserve someone like you.

How you’d ended up with the League was still something he couldn’t figure out. You were everything they weren’t, it seemed. Kind and bright, soft and sweet, gentle and genuine. How were you even a villain?

He realized then that he knew next to nothing about you. He’d spent all this time spilling his guts and his life’s story to you, just grateful to finally have someone who cared, that he never paused to ask you about yourself. About your past. About your family and your history. He mentally kicked himself for this and decided on indulgence.

He needed to push you away for your own safety but…not yet. Not now. It was so fucking selfish, but he craved you too much to do it yet. Like an addiction, he couldn’t just stop cold turkey.

You stirred when Touya gave you a gentle nudge, signaling that you’d finally made it to the new HQ.

“S’not much, but it’ll do for now,” he mumbled, kicking the door open. The place was…what you’d expect. Floor tiles busted and broken, walls and windows cracked and crumbling, ceiling waterlogged and falling. Nobody had bothered to sweep up the debris, instead opting to throw found furniture wherever they could.

As you and Touya entered, five pairs of eyes landed on you. Spinner was standing nonchalantly with his arms crossed, apparently in the middle of an argument with Shigaraki, who was casually leaning back in a chair with his feet propped up on the coffee table. Toga and Twice were minding their own business, fiddling with something out of your sight, and Mr. Compress was perched on a table, leaning against the deteriorating wall.

They all looked at you two, Touya’s arms filled with an assortment of bags and a futon, you clinging onto his back like a koala. He couldn’t help himself; he broke the silence.

“What the hell, everyone’s here. Am I the only one earnestly tryin’ to recruit new members?” Touya scoffed and Twice extended a finger accusingly in his direction.

“Aren’t you just goin’ around burning everyone to a crisp? What’s with all those bags anyway? Have you ever brought back a single member?!” Twice argued.

“Everyone is garbage,” Touya replied casually, “The streets are filled with trash, just living their lives without any kind of goals or ambitions.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Maybe your taste in people just sucks?” Toga giggled with a smile. She was teasing him, and the thought made you grin.

“You of all people can shut up,” Touya bit back, you laughed softly at their banter. He pushed passed the group and headed to the back bedroom with you still in tow. Upon entering the room, he dropped his haul of supplies, and then gently helped you slide off his back.

This room was better than the main one, the floor had at least been swept and there weren’t any cracks in the window. Some furniture had already been procured and you took a moment to absorb it all.

Against the wall to your left was a bed, barely big enough for two people to fit on. The opposite wall had a small chest of drawers with a lamp and some papers atop it, as well as an even smaller box of some sort just beside it. Against the furthest wall was an empty coat rack, the A/C unit, and the window. Some sort of pipe jutted out from the ceiling and snaked its way out of sight, and there were two rugs overlapping on the floor just beneath the bed.

“This is your room, eh?” you smiled at him, plopping down on the unmade bed and stretching out your sore legs.

“Our room.” He corrected, removing his coat and haphazardly throwing it on one of the hooks of the rack.

“Our room?” You repeated.

“Space is limited, doll. We have’ta share. Be thankful you’re with me an’ not Spinner.” He began to roll out the futon he’d … acquired while you processed that information. So, you’d be sleeping in the same room as him, presumably on the floor but close enough to where you could easily reach out and touch him in this small room. Your cheeks burned at the though.

Why were you getting so shy now? You’d made out with him, called him beautiful, straddled his lap more times than you could count at this point. Maybe it was the domesticity of the situation. You weren’t neighbors anymore, you were roommates. You were going to be living with him, sharing with him, being domestic with him.

You pulled yourself up, wincing slightly when the skin on your back pulled at the injuries, and watched him unpack the rest of the bags. A few blankets and pillows which he threw lazily on the futon, basic hygiene necessities: toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner etc which he took somewhere outside of the room. Presumably, the bathroom. And a few other things you’d need for just living.

The final bag he handed to you, scratched the back of his head with one hand and avoiding eye contact.

“S’not much but we had to leave your other stuff behind. Hope it fits.” You took the bag and carefully peered inside to see a mass of black fabric. Your brows furrowed in confusion until you realized that Touya had brought you some clothes. Or…stolen you some clothes. You weren’t caught up on the specifics.

“These…are for me?” You looked up at him and he shifted uncomfortably. The sparkle in your eyes, the genuine gratitude on your face was too much for him. He did not deserve to be looked at that way, the bar must be so low it’s on the actual floor.

He shrugged and turned his back to you. “Figured ya wouldn’t wanna be stuck in hospital clothes all the time.”

The whole gesture was so overwhelmingly sweet, you felt tears prickle at your eyes. You’d been so distraught that nobody thought of you when you’d been the first thing on his mind the whole time. He’d had the wherewithal to even make sure you had clothes when you got here, he’d carried you the whole way on his back even though he was already loaded down with stuff.

Touya whipped around when he heard you sniffle, eyes widening as you futilely swiped at your cheeks. Concern laced his features as he knelt in front of you, looking up at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“Hey, hey. Why’re you crying?” he started to reach out, to wipe the tears away, but stopped himself halfway. Maybe you were mad at him? Did you not like the stuff he’d picked? He never claimed to have a fashion sense, but it’d be better than those ugly scrubs, right? Were you upset you had to share a room with him?

“I just-“ you inhaled a deep, shaky breath and then collapsed into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head into his shoulder. Your legs folded over his own. He was shocked, to say the least, by your sudden affection. His hands hovered gingerly over your shoulders before he eventually gave into his urges and pulled you flush with him.

“This is…this is so nice, Touya. Thank you. Thank you for caring about me.” You squeezed him harder, and he let out a soft chuckle.

“Don’t gotta thank me doll, s’ the least I can do after everything.”

You pulled back to look at him, a genuine smile dancing on your face, eyes shining. He couldn’t help but stare in awe that you were looking at him that way. Like he was the most important and wonderful thing in the world. His eyes flitted down to your lips for just a second.

You leaned in, intent on kissing him and proving to him just how much you appreciated his gesture when your door slammed open. Toga stormed in, a huge grin on her face as you scrambled to untangle yourself from Touya.

“Tomura-kun wants to see everyone~!” she cooed, giving you a sly smirk and a knowing look leaving you blushing hard and avoiding eye contact. She left swiftly and after a beat you changed into something more appealing than hospital scrubs, not caring if Touya watched you or not. You were simply happy to have something else to wear.

Oh yeah and watch you he did. Drinking in every dip and curve of your body, every scar, every crease, everything. Committing it to memory. The photos from before hadn’t done you justice, even though you wore a bra and panties, just the sight of you this exposed in front of him send blood rushing to his cock.

Fuck, you were gorgeous. He shifted uncomfortably from his spot on the bed, hoping a new position would hide his…problem. He didn’t shy away from you when you glanced back at him, shirt halfway on, midriff exposed. He ogled you openly and you blushed even more than before at that.

Touya had done a decent job at picking clothes out for you, and though they were a tad outside of your normal style, at least they fit. You pulled on a large black tee with the image of a skull with devil horns and tucked it into a high waisted black skater skirt. The shirt was oversized, but it complimented nicely with where the skirt hit just at the smallest part of your waist.

He’d also had the mind to pick you up a pair of shoes and some thigh-high socks which came up to just below the hem of the skirt, exposing just a small section of your thighs.

“Damn, I did a pretty good job, eh?” Touya teased you with a smirk. You returned it with a smile of your own.

“It’s pretty cute, not gonna lie,” you beamed up at him, earning a chuckle as he took your hand and led you to the other room.

As you and Touya made your way into the main area, you heard Shigaraki talking between mouthfuls of cookies.

“So, it’s been about a month since kurogiri was captured, huh.” His voice was raw and ragged, “But he ended up failing. And thanks to that, finding this ‘doctor’ guy has been rough sailing.”

“Tomura-kun seems lonely without Kurogiri around,” Toga mused, “Hey, what kind of person is that doctor?” She paid no mind to Twice, who was focused on securing a necklace around her throat, his eyes intense on the tiny clasp.

“He was sensei’s physician. A real cautious guy.” Shigaraki replied, “I’ve only ever talked with him through the computer at our hideout. He’s the one who created and managed all those nomu.”

“No matter how cautious he is, he could at least help us out a bit more, y’know! His patients beloved disciple is running in circles right now!” Toga lamented.

You snickered at Touya’s side, “he didn’t deny feeling lonely, though.”

At the same time Toga shouted, “Tomura-kun is feeling lonely!”

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by Spinner, whom nobody was paying attention to. “Hey…where exactly are we heading?” Spinner’s voice was strained, and frustration seeped into every word. “I’m only here because I was inspired by stain!”

“What?”

“I grew up in the country, surrounded by conservative values. My life was hell ‘cause I was some kind of lizard guy. I thought that it was only natural. My heart was filled with nothing but emptiness.” Spinner monologued as the rest of you watched. A bemused expression played on both yours and Touya’s faces.

“But that evening I saw Stain’s last stand on TV. He wanted to change the world! All by himself!” Spinner’s voice cracked on the last word, but he continued, “I realized then for the first time that this world needed to change! I couldn’t stand by and do nothing! And so, I came here!” He took a step forward but Touya cut him off.

“What? So, you weren’t just some hollow cosplayer?” He eyed Spinner with aloof curiosity, though Spinner never broke eye contact with Shigaraki.

“That’s right! I have nothing else to my name!” he was yelling now, desperate and angry. Spinner fisted the front of Shigaraki’s coat, hauling him up slightly to get in his face. “That’s why I can’t understand this rut we’re in! I thought you were going to open up a world of change! Answer me, Shigaraki! Where the hell are we heading towards?!”

You glanced around the room to gauge everyone else’s reactions to this sudden outburst. Touya stared out of the window, bored. Toga yawned. Twice scratched his chin and Mr. Compress watched from behind his mask. You, however, looked between your leader and your fellow villain.

You felt for Spinner, you really did. You could understand that sort of desperation and frustration with things. But you also knew that patience was just as important. Things would happen as they were meant to, what you were working toward was huge. It would potentially topple society as it currently was. That took time.

After a few moments, Shigaraki finally responded, “Like I said…” But he was cut off by a loud crash that shook the whole building. Spinner dropped Shigaraki and all of you rushed outside, Touya only stopping to grab his coat. It was hard to keep your balance as the concrete around you began to crumble, walls shaking, ground quivering, debris falling around all of you. Touya kept a protective hand on your lower back as you all hurried outside.

A booming, low voice permeated the air and you gasped at the sight before you. “Finally…I found you….I’ve been waiting for a signal this whole time.” A goliath erupted from the ground in front of you. Tall, taller than any living thing you’d ever seen. You gasped audibly, unable to process its words fully as it looked down at your little group. “So, you are the successor of All for One?”

Two giant eyes homed in on Shigaraki, who lifted one finger from the hand on his face to get a better view. A genuinely happy smile cracked across his face as he said, “Is this the ‘power’ Kurogiri!?”

You had no idea what he was talking about, the only thing you really knew was that Kurogiri had gotten arrested sometime while you were in the hospital. You didn’t have any details of the circumstances, but it was safe to assume he had…predicted? Procured? The beast.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Touya stepped in front of you, eyes still locked onto the behemoth.

“So, this is the power that Kurogiri sought out to find?!” Mr. Compress shouted. The tension was high between you all, you glanced over at Spinner, Toga and Twice to gauge their reactions. Toga was gawking, mouth open wide, eyes sparkling. Twice was…you turned around to find Twice arguing with Spinner just inside the house. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Spinner had his arms crossed and an indignant expression across his scaley features.

A crackling buzz brought your attention back forward and a distorted voice come from…where?

“For All for One….” The giant started, overshadowing the other. Straining to hear through all the commotion you could make out a garbled ‘ga….ki….’

“I devote my everything,” a smile just as wide as Shigaraki’s broke out on the titan's face, “Well, then, successor…Show me whether you are worthy or not.”

Shigaraki hardly got the chance to choke out a strained, “what?” before the beast attacked. He reared back with two great arms and smashed the ground, sending cracked earth towards you. Touya acted quickly, hauling you by the waist and pulling you backwards and away. He planted you a ways away and on higher ground, expression serious but calm.

“Stay here, Doll. We’ll need ya healthy enough to fix us up after this, I get the feeling it ain’t gonna be an easy fight.” He ruffled your hair gently and you watched his coat flap in the wind as he casually strolled back to the rest of the League.

How was he so calm? You were damn near panicking. What the actual fuck was going on?! Who was this giant man? Why was he after Shigaraki? Why did they have to fight him? What the hell was Kurogiri’s plan? You had so many unanswered questions and you set your mind to grill Shigaraki when - if - you all made it out of this alive.

You wanted to fight alongside them, gods you wanted to, but you knew you weren’t combat oriented. You’d devoted more of your time to amping up your healing and blood generation, in addition to learning as much as you could about first aid and field dressing for the things that you couldn’t heal with your quirk.

You watched in horror as time after time your colleagues’ bodies rag dolled through the air, landing and bouncing horribly against the hard earth as the behemoth easily fought them off. It was all you could do: watch. Try to assess any potential injuries as they happened, make a mental list of who to prioritize when this was over….if there was anything left.

You cringed as Touya barely managed to keep his footing, blasting out a furnace of blue-hot fire towards the giant, who shrugged it off as if it were a cool breeze. Mr. Compress took the opening to surge forward only to be easily knocked back. You shut your eyes as you heard a sickening thud and a subsequent crunch from his body.

“Why can’t you keep up?” The beast shrieked, “Master, whyyy??!! He’s too weak!!!” You cracked an eye open. Tears were streaming down his face, his maw gaping open in a silent scream to reveal sharp, jagged teeth. He brought both arms up to press at his eyes, outwardly sobbing.

“What the hell is going on with this guy?!” Spinner stepped forward to shield Mr. Compress’s body where it lay, crumpled and unmoving. “I don’t get it!”

There was a moment of silence, only a moment as everyone’s attention was brought to a small box which you realized was the source of the static and distant, distorted voice. The one you’d completely forgotten about amidst the chaos.

“…ga…ki…” the mechanical voice sounded out, and Shigaraki’s face, from what you could see, relaxed visibly. “You seem like you’re stuck, Shigaraki.”

“Doctor…” Shigaraki choked out, his voice thick.

“Doctor?!” Spinner shouted over the giant’s wails. “Is this the doctor we’ve been searching for?!”

You were so fucking confused about what was going on. You’d only joined the LoV not long ago, and so they hadn’t trusted you with any valuable intel or information yet. You were there to play doctor while they were apparently searching for…a replacement? Your heart sank at the notion. You’d really enjoyed your time here, and you knew that the members were few and far between. So why would they replace you?

“It seems like all your little friends are with you. Staying healthy I hope?” The box said. The doctor said. You couldn’t help the irritation that crawled just beneath your skin. What was so special about this guy? You were here to be their medic, and who was he even?

“Yeah,” Shigaraki responded, “Although…I might be minced meat one second from now.”

Before anyone had the chance to react or respond, the monster unleashed all his sorrow by slamming both fists into the ground once again. Sending shockwaves, flying chunks of earth, and deep cracks towards your colleagues. You stood as quickly as you could but due to your injuries you weren’t fast enough.

Luckily, they’d all made it out of harm’s way, but you got the feeling that wouldn’t be the case for long. Gods, you hated feeling so fucking useless. If only you had an offensive quirk. If only you had more combat training. If only…

“I want to accept him!!” The beast screamed, dragging his palms down his face, fingernails digging into flesh. “But I just can’t. All for One! I can’t accept this little punk!”

“The hell’s your problem?!” Shigaraki shouted, dodging a few more flying hunks of debris.

“This is Gigantomachia,” the doctor said, voice grating and metallic but still heard over the commotion, “He once supported All for One as his body-guard. And thus is one of the people All for One trusts most. He possesses otherworldly stamina and is able to wield multiple quirks without needing any modifications.”

You watched with bated breath as Shigaraki stumbled, catching himself just before falling to the ground. Toga was right behind him, landing unceremoniously on her ass and letting out a yelp. You instantly searched for Touya, but your attention was drawn back to Gigantomachia as the doctor spoke again.

“As for All for One’s power and influence was weakened by All Might, and he predicted his imminent defeat,” Gigantomachia stared skyward, tears and snot streaming down his face as the doctor continued, “Such a meticulous man! This all happened before he even took you in! He did all of this to ensure that no matter what may happen to him, his dream and his will would live on.”

You glanced back down at Shigaraki, who was listening intently, the hand on his face obscuring his expression, though his posture was tense. You could see his shoulders shaking slightly.

It was then that a flash of brilliant blue flame erupted from Gigantomachia’s feet. Panic gripped you as you realized Touya was right in harm’s way.

“I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but this doesn’t seem like such a nice present to me!” he shouted, increasing the volume and temperature of his flames. The entire radius around him was painted in a beautiful blue light.

“Good eye, Dabi!” The doctor exclaimed, “You’re exactly right! You see, Gigantomachia’s loyalty is simply too strong for his own good,” it was then that Gigantomachia let out another horrible scream, head tilting down to spot Touya beneath him. “And as a result, he’s in despair! He’s despairing at the huge gap between his former master and Shigaraki.”

Without missing a beat, Touya channeled all the fire he’d built up towards the beast. The flames licked around Gigantomachia’s legs, up to his torso, alighting the giant in blue heat. “So, you’re tellin’ us to give it our all until he warms up to us?”

The fire blasted upwards still, engulfing Gigantomachia’s face as the doctor continued. “I’m afraid that’s impossible. Right now, anyway.” You could see the frustration on Touya’s face as he let out another burst of flames.

“Let’s see….” The doctor’s voice rang out, but was stifled as Gigantomachia emerged from the fire, face slightly scorched but overall, no worse for wear. Touya stuttered, faltering a step backwards and preparing another attack when Toga called out to him.

“It’s not working Dabi!” He glanced behind him to her, and then up to where you still sat, watching everything happen with a horrified expression.

Fuck. He’d just thrown those attacks out to try and gauge this guy’s strength and endurance, but for him to not even be phased by it was something else. He knew his flames were the hottest, so this didn’t bode well for them. The two of you locked eyes and he took one step towards you, intending on taking you and getting the fuck out of here.

He was cut short by a familiar voice cutting through the atmosphere. Deep, familiar, a voice that elicited nothing but fear. “Machia…”

Quickly Gigantomachia dropped to his knees, searching the rubble for the source. After a moment he unearthed the boxed radio that was your line of communication to the doctor. His flesh still smoked from Touya’s attack, but he cradled the box to his chest. Doubled over, visibly shaking he pressed one ear to the speaker, then another as all of you watched in confusion.

“That’s a recording of All for One’s voice. He’s calmed down now, yes?” the doctor said, metallic voice coming out even more muffled by Gigantomachia’s giant arms.

“I don’t want this thing,” Shigaraki spat out, his voice wavering slightly. You couldn’t blame him for that, this was dangerous and terrifying, and you were all so outmatched. Hell, you were damn near useless.

No, not damn near. You were useless. Watching from safety as the rest of them got tossed around and injured. And what did you do? Nothing. What could you do? Nothing. You felt hot tears sting your eyes as you fisted the material of your skirt. Your body shook without permission, frustration and anger at yourself bubbling intensely in your gut.

Injuries be damned, experience be damned, abilities and quirks be damned. Your friends were in trouble and you were done being sidelined. While Gigantomachia was distracted with the radio, you made your way down to your comrades, stumbling slightly. You were expecting Touya to rush to aid you, but it was Twice who supported you during the final leg of your descent.

Touya shot you a look of mild concern, but his expression was always unreadable.

“Oh, you don’t?!” The doctor’s voice grated, antagonizing your leader, “Even after all this, you still think you can just obtain anything just by wishing for it?!”

“Huh?” Shigaraki removed the hand from his face to get a better look at the scene before him. His posture was stiff, the skin around his eyes taught, mouth in a thin line. He eyed Gigantomachia, who was intently listening to the radio, gently nestled in his huge hands.

“You’ve spent too much time with Kurogiri,” the doctor continued, “Open your eyes already.”

“What the hell, Doc? That’s awfully cold of you.” Shigaraki said, lowering the hand further.

“Hrm…A moment, please. Heave-ho…” the doctor’s words confused you and looking around you could tell they confused everyone else, too.

“The hell?” You questioned.

“What’s he doing?” Toga followed up.

You glanced to Touya who shrugged one shoulder. He was still tense and ready to keep blasting flames at Gigantomachia if it came to it.

“This geezer just can’t get to the point.” Twice said, hands trembling in frustration. He let out a very loud and very disgusting belch.

“Jin, stop burping. That’s gro-“ Toga started to reprimand him, but was cut off by a burp of her own. A spurt of black liquid ejecting from her mouth. Then more, then even more of that liquid. You also felt it bubbling up your esophagus, erupting from your own mouth and nearly choking you as the viscous liquid surrounded not only you, but everyone around you, too.

The last thing you heard before everything went black was the doctor’s voice, “Now, then. Let’s have a talk, shall we?”

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asknarashikari · 3 years

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After Doctor Emu has checked up on the baby sentai minific.

Kadoya: So, Hojo, how was meeting the baby sentai for you?

Emu: 1st off, I would like to have another word with the Rainbow Line. Hidari-san, Philip-san, can we arrange that again?

Emu: Secondly, What is with semi-sentient transformation trinkets choosing children?!

Emu: Thirdly, there's nothing to worry about them.

Shinnosuke: So you finally met, Sakuma Kotaro-kun?

Emu: And the ToQgers.

Emu: Apparently, the Zangyack Army and the Jark Matter shogunate made an alliance and it took the baby riders to save everyone.

Emu: The one thing that kept me from ranting was the fact that there are sane people within Sentai as well.

Shinnosuke: I see, can I ask who they are?

Emu: Its Igasaki-san - Akaninger, and Kazakiri-san - Zyuoh Eagle.

Takeru: Aaah! Kazakiri Yamato-san!

Takeru: He had helped me on two occassions.

Shinnosuke: Takaharu?! Takaharu is among the sane ones?! Akaninger is?! Are you pulling my leg Emu?!

Emu: I'm not?

Kadoya: Oi, Tomari, what is with the reaction?

Shinnosuke: He's like the most reckless person I know, and that's including every Rider.

Shinnosuke: We even had him arrested because we thought he was in cahoots with the Roidmude.

Shinnosuke: And you're telling me, he's one of the sane ones?

Kiriko: I have to agree with my husband.

Kiriko: And I fear he's one of those, actions now think never kind of people.

Emu: It probably has to do with him having a son.

Shinnosuke: He's married and has a son?!

Kiriko: I guess, even he would have some reservations if he's a father himself.

Hidari: I don't think we can, regarding the Rainbow Line.

Hidari: Last time, we had the kids themselves with us, who graciously let us borrow their passes.

Hidari: And we dont have that anymore.

Kazuraba: I can help with that.

Kazuraba: I still have the pass that Narutaki gave me.

Kazuraba: I can probably make copies of it.

Emu: That'd be pretty help, thank you Kazuraba-san.

Kazuraba: I would like to have a word with them as well.

trololol Shinnosuke having no faith in Takaharu actually makes sense. Guy probably aged Shin and Kiriko by a couple of years from his antics alone XD

Also, yes to everyone ganging up on the BS that the Rainbow Line pulled. Seriously, when I heard their reasoning for picking kids I was so unimpressed that I was like... really. REALLY. I doubt the Riders would react any differently.

Fruit Jesus using his Fruit Jesus powers AND his head for once XD I'm sorry but... Kouta isn't always the sharpest sword in the shed, space god powers be damned

#kamen rider #ask #puwaasuru

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vanilla-vivillon · 3 years

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Happy Wesper Week! We are doing a Wylan POV because I can’t write charm at all. This is a modern AU bachelor party. The grisha powers exist but everything else is made into there real life equivalent

TW very brief mentions of sex trafficking.

What am I doing here? Wylan thought to himself

When his boyfriend Jesper insisted on throwing there good friend Matthias a bachelor party Wylan thought maybe they would go to a nice bar or play some party games

Not get crazy drunk, Not set fire to the Dutch Garden, not get chased by cops, not perform a gas station heist and not catch one of his best friends making out with a gas station cashier

However it seemed the universe didn’t care for the thoughts of little ole Wylan Hendricks

“Let’s get this party started!” The Australian yelled

Wylan had to remindhimself he loved his boyfriend Jesper

“Can you not shout?” Matthias, the groom to be, begged

Wylan, Jesper, and there friends Kaz and Kuwei were throwing a bachelor party for Matthias

It took a lot to convince the Norwegian that this was indeed a great idea

Wylan had never been to a bachelor party before but he was excited for his boyfriend who adored them

“Do we really have to go to this bar Jesper?” Kaz groaned seeing the crazy bright neon sign

After years of knowing Kaz Brekker Wylan could tell that Kaz was cursing Inej for telling him to come

Nevertheless the boys all walk in and start ordering shots

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” The boys chanted egging on Kaz and Matthias drinking contest

Well it was mostly Jesper and Kuwei chanting Wylan after having a couple drinks was staring at the twinkle in Jespers eyes

He really was beautiful Wylan thought to himself

Wylan attended the University of Amsterdam to mostly escape his father.

There he met his lifelong friends

Matthias a grumpy international exchange student who grew up in a very prominent and dangerous cult in Norway. He wants to be a Norwegian ambassador

Nina Zenik, a heartrender turned corpse witch who was actually a russian spy back in the day. Now she’s working to become an ambassador

Inej Ghafa, she started a non profit to help stop sex trafficking whitch takes her all over the World but she used to. be an acrobat and after that worked with Kaz as his spy

Kaz Brekker, someone who Wylan after years of knowing him isn’t quite sure if there truly friends, or the semi illegal activities he gets up to. Wylan thought his hacking days would be done after University but Kaz has built an online criminal empire

Kuwei Yul Bo a scientists apprentice from China. He was currently working on his masters degree along side Wylan.

And Jesper. How to describe Jesper Fahey. He was an exchange student from Australia. A fabricator with a gift with Guns. While Jesper loved his pistols he actually works for a nonprofit dedicated to gun safety and regulation

After a highly illegal heist on there trip to Norway during college they all bonded as a group

Especially Wylan and Jesper

Jesper with that twinkle

Jesper with that laugh

Jesper with the way he looked at him now

After many more drinks Kuwei had the idea of the century

“Yooooooo y’know what’s a good idea?” Kuwei said bringing his head up from where it was previously glued to the table

“More shhhhhhhhhots?” Jesper suggested clearly as drunk as Wylan

“A couple blocks away is The Dutch Garden, wanna see some prrrrrrrrrrretty flowers?”

Fun fact this is a real place in Amsterdam

Wylan turned towards Kaz expecting him to veto it then and there but to Wylans shock and horror Kaz said “Hell yeah”

“But, but, it’s super late it’s gonna be closed!” Matthias spluttered out

“We can sneak in from the back fence” Jesper said

When Jesper drank his Australian accent whitch had soften over the years of living in Amsterdam came through in all of its glory

When Wylan first met Jesper he thought he was completely out of his league

And that damn accent drove Wylan Insane

While Wylan was contemplating the wonder that was Jesper Llewelyn Fahey it seemed the group made a decision without him

And Wylan thought for the first time in this bachelor party

What am I doing here?

“C’mon Wylan just climb!” Kuwei whisper screamed at Wylan

The drunken lads had made it to the Garden and had found an area where there was a fence they could climb with relative ease

All of the others made it to the other side

Except Wylan

“Don’t you want to seeeeeee the flowwwwwwwers?” Kaz insisted

If Wylan needed any more proof he was the soberest man out of all of them Kaz saying the word ‘pretty’ that isn’t referencing Inej was a clear sign

“Baby pleeeeease” Jesper begged

Oh no

Not that face

Wylan thought of himself as a sensible person who doesn’t succumb to pressure easily

But when his boyfriend made that face

Where his cool grey eyes went big

And his face had a slight flush to it

Wylan

Broke

“Fine! But if we get arrested it’s on you guys!”

With the ease of a spider who’s leg got chopped off by a middle aged housewife who’s husband is cheating on her climbing up a wall Wylan somehow got across

It wasn’t pretty

And it wasn’t gonna make Kaz proud

But it was completed

Panting Wylan on the ground said “I think this is my biggest accomplishment”

“Not…. Putting away your father? Or growing past your Internalised homophobia? Or writing your first essay on your own?” Matthias suggested clearly bewildered

Hey so i know Wylan can’t actually read. But seeing as this is modern day and plenty of dyslexic people can read with help, I figured that Jan would refuse to take Wylan to a doctor or get him help with his dyslexia believing it was weak making Wylan unable to read. Buuuuut when he’s older it makes sense to me he does learn. I’m not trying to invalidate his experiences or “fix” him but for the sake of a modern AU I had to change some things.

“Nope. It’s climbing this fence” Wylan laughed as Jesper helped him up

“Everyday you remind why your my favorite human” Jesper said with a laugh

“Ewwwww it’s like you guys like to remind how I’m the only single one” Kuwei said with a throwing up motion

“Thanks Jesp- wait human?” Wylan asked confused

“Well my favorite thing is Milo of course” Jesper winked

“The- the goat in Russia?” Kaz inquired not quite wanting to believe what Jesper was saying

To Wylans knowledge Kaz, Inej and Jesper did some job in Russia before he ever met them

“Why of course” Jesper slung an arm around Wylan who was not quite sure how to feel about this goat

Kaz went to go look at some purple flowers and contemplate his life choices

“Oh my god guys…….” Matthias started “the flowers! They’re- they’re”

“Cmon Matty, share with the class” Kaz said apparently bored with the purple flowers

“They’re so preeeeeeeetty” Matthias eyes welled up with tears

“Oh Saints tell me he’s not crying” Kuwei Moaned

Jesper walked over to where Matthias was stroking a hydrangea

“They are soooooooo pretty” Jespers eyes also Welled up with tears

“Fuck this shit” Kuwei said taking out a lighter and cigarette

“Hey! Smoking is very bad for you Kuwei!” Wylan lectured

“Wylan. I’m an inferni. Smoking foesnt affect us” Kuwei rolled his golden brown eyes

“Yeah but we’re in a highly flammable garden! And the rest of us aren’t inferni!” Wylan said

It seemed during Kuwei and Wylans arguement Kaz had also joined the cult of flowers that Matthias and Jesper were fixated on

“Wylan stop smoke shaming me!” And the scientists went back and fourth

“KUWEI YOU PIECE OF-“ Wylan started then sniffed the air “is that, is that smoke?” Wylan asked

“Holy shit dudes there’s a fire!” Kaz yelled pointing at where the cigarette Kuwei droppped

It seemed that the cigarette lit fire to a big wall of flowers

“This is why I never wanted a bachelor party!” Matthias moaned

The boys could hear voices coming towards them

Then all of the men looked at each other

And all of them yelled “RUN!”

All of them starting sprinting to the fence

And Kaz with his limp scrambled up that fence the fastest

Guess his determination to not get caught was strong

Wylan started climbing as fast as he could whitch wasn’t very fast

“Cmon Merchling!” Jesper said at the top reaching out a hand to his boyfriend

Wylan took it and stared at the steel eyes that had first enraptured him years ago

“Hey Stop!” Looking back Wylan and Jesper saw three security guards running towards them and yelling at them to stop

Jesper yanked Wylan up and they both fell off the fence in a pile

Jesper took Wylans hand and they all started booking it to Wylan’s car

Wylan who had sobered up in the whole endeavor determined that he was probably sober enough to drive

Piling in they all shoved themselves in the car

Wylan turned on the gas and starte to get the car back on the road

“I can’t believe we ran from cops!” Matthias said in between panting

“That was awesome!” Jesper exclaimed from the passenger seat

Wylan laughed

He had never been a spontaneous person

It seemed this night was a lot more fun then he thought

Until he heard the sirens

From the backseat Kaz turned

And three police cars were zooming towards them

“I am not going down for arson!” Kuwei yelled

“Wylan stop driving like a grandma and go faster! There gaining on us!” Kaz screamed at Wylan

“I can’t there’s a stoplight!”

“Run it!” Jespers shrill voice screamed at him

And Wylan did what he swore to never do

He took a deep breath

And ran that light as fast as he could

They were flying

Wylan had never seen how fast he could make his car go

Turns out it was fast

Wylan used some of his dads money to buy a sports car just to rub it in Jans face

With the top off and blood rushing through Wylans head he had never felt more alive

His boy beside him

His friends behind him

“WOOOOOOOOO!” Kuwei yelled throwing his hands up

Jesper joined Kuwei as the car sped down the street

Matthias was looking a little green

“Matty you okay back there?” Wylan shouted back at the Norwegian

“No!” Matthias shouted over the roar of engine and Jesper and Kuweis yips and yells

Some point during this Kaz called Inej

“Inej I hate thissssss!” Wylan couldn’t hear what Inej said back but from the pieces Kaz gave it was obvious

“No im not drunk!……. Psh of course those aren’t sirens…… Inej we might’ve bended the law but I swear it wasn’t my fault!…….. alright bye. ….I love you to….”

After what seemed like an eternity Wylan finally lost the police

Laughing the Wylan pulled into a gas station for refill

Wylan stepped out of the car and began to refill his car and thought for the millionth time what am I doing here?

“Wylannnnnn” Kuwei moaned

“What Kuwei?” Wylan said already exasperated

“Wylan I’m hungryyyyyy”

“Then go grab some chips or something!”

“But I don’t want to pay for it!”

“Then I guess that sucks for you!”

“You got like a million dollars from stealing me from Norway! You owe me!”

Ghezen Wylan hated drunk people

“Let’s perform a heist on the gas station!” Matthias said apparently done feeling sick

“What? No! We aren’t stealing from the gas station!” Wylan lectured

“It might actually be fuuuuuuun Wy” Kaz begged

The rest of the party were already getting out of the car ignoring Wylans protests

“We will do a simple distract act, Kuwei will go in first and lead the cashier away, and then we go in and steal chips” Kaz explained

It seemed even drunk Kaz could scheme

“This is insane!” Wylan exclaimed

“You said that about rescuing Kuwei from the Norwegian government but that ended up great” Matthias replied

They were gonna do this with or without Wylan

With a sigh Wylan thought what am I doing here?

Kuwei had gone in and had given the single

Wylan had walked in after pretending to look at some sodas and after Kuwei went into the back room with the cashier Wylan sent a quick text to the rest of the guys to come In and get raiding

Like clockwork Matthias, Jesper, and Kaz went in and they started ransacking the place

Wylan was in charge of Sodas, Matthias was in charge of Chips, and Jesper was in charge of Candy

Kaz had the most important job of all

He had to hack into there computers and wipe the security cameras

If Kaz couldn’t do that then Kaz would have to actually hack into the computers from his phone

It almost suprised Wylan how quickly efficiently, and quietly, a bunch of drunk guys could ransack a gas station

Wylan did feel guilty for a moment

But then he remembered how the CEO of the company the gas station is owned by has had multiple sexual misconduct allegations and Wylan felt better

Wylan got all the soda he could carry and rushed back to the car dumping them in the backseat

Soon after Matthias followed then Jesper and a little while after Kaz

Wylan did a quick headcount “wait where’s Kuwei?”

Wylan checked his phone

No texts from him

Shit shit shit

“Someone has to go back in” Kaz said

“I’ll go after him” Wylan said with a sigh

He loved Kuwei like a brother

But like an annoying little brother constantly getting himself in messes

Wylan Walked in and saw the e cashier wasn’t back

Wylan walked through the store and then heard something towards the men’s bathroom

Walking closer to the door the noises were getting a bit louder

Wylan opened the door slamming it against the wall

There stood a wide eyed Chinese kid and from the green uniform Wylan guessed was the cashier

The cashier who was standing between Kuweis legs. Kuwei who was sitting in the edge of the bathroom sink

There’s arms were around each other

Wylan was confused

What was Kuwei doing?

“Get your ass in the car Kuwei!” Wylan yelled

Kuwei gave whispered sorries to the cashier while collecting his jacket he apparently threw off

Wylan dragged Kuwei by the arm outside the store

“Kuwei. When we say distract the cashier, that means distract, not make oht with him!” Wylan lectured

“Cmon Wylan you saw him, he was cute!”

“Your drunk Kuwei!”

“Aren’t we all a little drunk in life?”

“That makes absolutely no sense” Wylan said with a sigh “just go to the car”

Kuwei happily skips away

Wylan had just dropped off Matthias at his and Ninas apartment after dropping off Kaz and Kuwei

Leaving just Wylan, Jesper, and an unhealthy amount of snacks in the car

“Hey Wylan” Jesper said

“Yes Jes?”

“I love you”

“I love you to Jesper”

“No wylan” Jesper took Wylan’s face in his hands

“I really love you” Jesper Pushed a ginger lock away from Wylans face

Jesper then reached into his pocket and pulled out a rumpled purple flower and tucked it into Wylans hair “I really really really love you”

Wylan blinked. Jesper was so drunk.

Wylan gave Jesper a soft smile and placed a kiss on his mouth

“I love you to Jesper”

And suddenly Wylan knew exactly what he was doing there

Finnally finished this in the Nick of time! @neilperryisalive I hope you enjoy this! I was seriously worried I wouldn’t be able to finish it but I did! I’ve never written Wesper but I really enjoyed it. My ask box is open and I take any Grishaverse requests

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killerandhealerqueen · 3 years

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Ten Characters I Fell in Love With in 2021 pt. 4

There will be one most post after this one, but here’s pt. 4! You can find Part 1 here, Part 2 here, and Part 3 here

1. Jiang Shuo - Psych-Hunter

He’s a little shit and I love him. He’s absolutely a sugar baby but he also love and cares for Qin Yinheng and his circus family and honestly, he’s just a good boy. Did I mention he’s a little shit? Because he’s a little shit

2. Qin Yiheng - Psych-Hunter

A doctor. Are we surprised? We shouldn’t be. A rich kid but not an annoying rich kid. He’s a good boy who cares a lot for Jiang Shuo, even though he didn’t believe in what he did at first because you know...he’s a man of science. He and Jiang Shuo are so married, I can’t even

3. Qiao Chusheng - My Roommate Is A Detective

I love him. I only watched 10 eps of MRIAD before I had to stop because of she who shall not be named, but he...he is a lot of fun. I’m a fan of gangsters/mobsters and he definitely fits the bill. He’s also just really bad ass and street smart, which is a perfect pair to Lu Yao’s book smarts

4. Lu Yao - My Roommate Is A Detective

Another little shit who’s too damn smart for his own good. Also a fucking glutton but I don’t blame him. Chinese food is fucking good. A definite sugar baby who’s a bit of a scaredy cat but again, he’s just really smart. He and Qiao Chusheng make a great pair and they should have been roommates instead of she who shall not be named

5. Han Juwon - Beyond Evil

An absolute drama queen who’s also a little shit when he wants to be. His family life/background is so fucked up and you can’t help but pity him. But his time in Manyang was good for him. He and Dongsik are definitely enemies to lovers, slow burn, 500K fanfic come to life.

6. Lee Dongsik - Beyond Evil

Oh this man...oh this poor, pitiful man. His backstory is so sad as well but he’s also so damn strong...I honestly would have lost hope but he never lost hope in finding his sister and I respect him for that. I loved his relationship with Juwon and that ending scene with Han Juwon clutching his hands and crying as he’s arresting him? Fuck me up man

7. Genji Ando - Rasen no Meikyu: DNA Kagaku Sosa

The detective half of the detective/doctor ship. Sure he’s an emotional mess sometimes but he’s a good dad and just wants to find the truth and solve cases. He and Jin argue/bicker like an old married couple and you know what? I love him for that

8. Jin Jinbo - Rasen no Meikyu: DNA Kagaku Sosa

The doctor half of the detective/doctor ship. I swear to god I have a type of ship, what the actual fuck. Anyways, he’s a no-nonsense kind of guy, which is why he works well with Genji because he’s the brains while Genji is the heart. His relationship with Genji is so much fun to watch because they argue/bicker like an old married couple and his relationship with Genji’s daughter is just everything. It’s also really cute that he has a sweet tooth. You wouldn’t look at him and think that but...that’s what makes me like him

9. Fukamachi Naoya - Junkyouju Takatsuki Akira no Suisatsu

Oh Naoya...I honestly love him. He’s so shy and introverted when we first meet him and to watch him grow under Akira’s love and care. He first thinks his gift is a curse but with Akira’s help he realizes that he can actually help a lot of people. His relationship with Akira is really beautiful to watch

10. Takatsuki Akira - Junkyouju Takatsuki Akira no Suisatsu

First of all, his fashion senses are god-tier. I also really like how excited he gets to meet a “real ghost” or whatever and I love that when he promised Naoya that he would never lie to him, he really fucking meant it. He’s never lied to Naoya and just wants to protect him and I just...I love him okay? And he always wants to hug/touch Naoya and it’s just so cute

#ten characters i fell in love with in 2021

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xsarcasticwriterx · 3 years

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Wonderwall- part 4

Summary: The ultrasound and talk of things starts to raise some questions

Pairing: Tony stark x reader x bucky barnes/ with a tiny slice of stucky x reader (really tiny)

Warnings: Angst, talk of emotional/ physical abuse, lot of fucked up shit but not much else triggering i don't believe, Swearing,

Notes: This chapter is pretty fucked but uh it's got some fluff pfft (also ignore my random yeehawness coming out when i say y'all, k? thanks)

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You awoke to the feeling of warmth all around you. Opening your eyes you saw bucky in front of you his arm over your waist you smile but you see another arm. you look over your shoulder seeing steve and you give a soft smile. guess he fell asleep. you see him move a little before his eyes flutter open. he looks at you and then around. you turn slowly trying not to awaken bucky. “hi” you whisper. steve removes his arm from you and rubs his face “hey” he whispers back. “guess i fell asleep here” he said with a small smile. His blonde hair was messy and his eyes were half asleep. “come on” you whisper and get out of bed.

Stever follows after and you two walk outside. you sit on the steps and inhale the cold air. It was really late, or early depends how you look at it. Steve sat next to you “figured we could talk more out here without waking up buck” you said. steve nodded “makes sense to me” he said looking you over. you were curled into a ball rubbing your arms for warmth. “here” he said taking off his long sleeve shirt handing it to you. you smiled “thanks” you put it on inhaling the smell of him which was like soap honestly.

You closed your eyes putting your head on steve's shoulder “you ok there?” steve asked. you shrugged “i dont know i’m pregnant and not with my boyfriends kid and i slightly worry what's going to happen to them.” you say opening your eyes and looking down while messing with your fingers.”What do you mean?’ steve asked. you thought over what you wanted to say. what could you say? you had no clue if this kid would have powers because you technically were born this way? That your father injected your pregnant mom with serums to save her and you and it only broke your life forever and didn't even save your mother. “y/n?” steve asked. you lifted your head looking over steves face. he was concerned and confused.

He wanted to make sure you were ok but he also needed to know what you meant. you opened your mouth but then the door opened. “there you are” bucky said. you turned your head and smiled “hi sweetheart.” you say standing up with a smile.Steve was still confused as hell. “you ok there steveo?” buck asked. steve blinked looking at where you were clinging to bucky's side as steve held you close. It was like a complete 180 from how you were 5 seconds ago. “always buckeroo” steve said with a smile. “go back to sleep doll ill be in, in a few” buck said to you. you looked at steve then buck and nodded slowly.

“whats up?” bucky asked steve. “I dont know...she...bucky what do you know of her y'know past like before nick fury got her?” steve asked. bucky shifted his weight from foot to foot. He knew everything, he had found you one night having a panic attack. You told him everything in a panic and he understood what it was like. It was how you two became so close. “why?” bucky asked. “she said she worry for what's going to happen to the baby. I don't know if she means raising them but from the sound of it and how nervous she was i assume that wasn't it.” steve said still concerned. Bucky nodded he knew what you meant. He pulled steve in for a hug “thanks for tell me steve” he said pulling away “don't worry about it i got it handled” bucky said patting steves cheek and walking in. steve sighed and walked to his room.

You sat on the chair as the ultrasound transducer rubbed over your stomach “well it seems you are about a month pregnant. the baby is very healthy everything seems to be good so keep doing whatever your doing” she said putting up the wand “which of you is the father?” she asked and tony raised his hand. “but i'm the boyfriend” bucky said. the doctor nodded slowly “oh ok” she said “well uh you know just help her with the symptoms and everything but yall are good” she said with a smile. “uhm i do have one small question” she said. “there was something...strange i've never seen it before. It was like...an aura around the baby” she said confused. you gulped looking up at the boys. they looked back at you. she wiped the gel off of you and with that y'all left in a rush

you slammed the car door and started to panic. once home you ran to your room “I’ll deal with it” bucky said. Tony grabbed bucky's wrist “you gotta tell me what's going on.” tony said. bucky nodded “I will, we will.” and with that bucky walked off after you.

He walked into the room seeing you sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at the floor. “I can't have a child turn out.....be me” you said messing with your hands. “Y/n.... you are not your father if this baby is like you it dosent mean you’ll be like him” bucky said sitting next to you.

“I don't want my child to have powers i don't want them to be a god damn avenger spending everyday wondering if their going to die or wondering if this is the day they snap.” you said feeling your breathing get shaky and tears build up in your eyes. The last thing you wanted the last thing you needed was for your baby to have to be trained to control such powers. “tony asking?” you ask turning to bucky.

he nods “yea” he whispers. “My father forced me to be this way he saw it as saving me, saving my mother, in the end i came out with powers that i had no control over till i was 17 and didn't even know i had till i was 5 and still didn't have a mother.” you said wiping the tears from your face.

“but you know your baby will, you now know how to control it and can teach them, it won't be the same you know not to do those things to your child” bucky said. you nodded bucky sighed and walked out the room.

At some point you fell asleep. Waking in the middle of the night you felt bucky holding you close. you turned kissing his cheek before sliding out of his grasp. you walked to the kitchen getting a glass of water before seeing a person sat out on the porch outside.

You walk outside and sit next to him. “hey” tony said softly “how are you?” he asked. you nodded softly. “you probably have questions” you said looking at the porch floor. “I do but that's your story, your life, you'll tell me when you feel comfortable” tony said looking at you.

you gulped. you knew you owed it to him to tell him, after all you were having his child. “When my mom was pregnant, well it was like a ticking time bomb. Doctors said my life would be the end of hers. My father was not pleased with this development and decided him, as a scientist, could make a serum to stop that. He injected my mother with so many things and in the end i was born and she still died.” you started with sigh still looking at the floor “you don't have to” tony said. you shook your head “I want to” you replied.

“when i was 5 my powers came to, couldn't control them soon as i touched my dad he'd do as i pleased. i asked for a teddy bear, threw a fit over it grabbed my dad's arm and all the sudden i got it. he was so confused as why he did that but nonetheless he couldn't stop. he started doing test on me, testing my blood, my saliva, my skin. saw the serum in my blood but not just in my blood in me all of me. then his goal was to make me as powerful as possible. He tried to make me be able to self heal. would cut me and shoot me. would torture me for days on end testing serum after serum on me. Was that way till fury took me in. They went to arrest him for abuse and neglect but he was gone lord knows where he is now. anyways it wasn't ever for sure if i was born this way not 100% but now...” you trailed off. tony looked you over seeing you holding in tears. he pulled you into a hug.

“It wasn't your fault.” tony said rubbing your arm. you pulled away shaking your head. tony grabbed your chin making you look at him “It was not your fault” he said more firmly. tears fell down your face. “thank you” you whispered. tony pulled you into another hug.

he let go and stood up pulling you up. “you are an amazing and strong women you hear me? What he did to you is...I will kill him if i ever see him no correction not kill him but hurt him in ways he never imagined. what he did is not your fault.” he said and your turned away “y/n” he said and you turned back to him “your mothers death is not your fault.” he said. you nodded looking at the floor. “y/n look at me and say none of it is your fault” he said. you looked at him “i cant” you whispered. tony held your face in his hands “say it sweetheart” he said. “I cant” you said crying tears streaming down your face. “shhh its ok” he said hugging you.

You cried into his arms. he rubbed your back “some day you will” he said. you pulled away “i should...” you trailed off. he nodded “come on” he said putting his hand on the small of your back as you two walked in and to the hallway. “thank you” you said. tony gave a small smile “of course” he said and you looked around before walking back to your room.

Tony went to his room and layed in bed playing over the event of the night until he launched up from bed. He had come to one conclusion of himself. “shit” he mumbled. “i'm falling for her” he said falling back and rubbing his face groaning.

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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Y’all thought it was oVER? lolol Blame Admin T--- I asked her who I should write for BNHA and she said this SO ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ As always, thank you all so much for the love and support for this blog~! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did with writing it~!

I do apologize if I don’t capture his character the best ;;”

I won’t lie, I was listening to Might U as I was writing this.

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Tedious. At least, that’s what it should’ve been. Yet instead of feeling the normal bouts of irritation at the lack of control he had over the situation at hand, he felt...unnerved. The imaginary seed that was implanted in his stomach all those months ago seemed to only gain in mass.

“...Who are you?”

He shouldn’t have allowed himself to grow these...feelings. Not only did he feel contaminated and utterly sick to his stomach, but the strange ache in his chest did nothing to help soothe his frazzled nerves as those curious yet dim (e/c) hues peered into his sorrowful golden ones.

“...My name is Chisaki Kai...”

“Oh! Hello Chisaki.”

A bout of coughing and another grimace as the pain in his chest amplified tenfold at the horrifying sound. It disgusted him. It truly did, yet instead of feeling the need to get away, he wanted to get closer to her. To comfort her-- hell to shake some common sense into her. Even if it meant he would break out, he just had to do something.

“I...apologize if this seems rude...”

“What is it?”

“...what happened to your arms?”

“...I lost them because I was careless. This...I suppose, is my punishment.”

Her curious stare continued to wash over him as he felt the prickle of goosebumps rise on his shoulders. Turning away, he kept his gaze on the vacant wall of the hospital ward. This was torturous. She was torturous.

Yet still she managed to worm her way into his heart, and he didn’t know whether or not if he wanted to ask for cardiac surgery or to embrace this newfound emotion.

All he really knew was that if he had only been smarter-- hell maybe even faster at coming up with the quirk-destroying drug he could’ve prevented this. He could’ve gotten rid of the parasite that lurked in her veins.

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6 Months Ago

“Patient name: (y/n) (l/n). Quirk: Amnesiac.”

Trudging down the corridor, the man once known as Overhaul, walked in step alongside his parole officer / attending doctor. It hadn’t been too long since his arrest and...amputation. In all honesty, he wondered why he was being granted this rare privilege.

An assistant for a patient. That’s all they had told him. Of course Kai had to scoff. How on earth was he supposed to help? With the lack of usable limbs and knowledge limited to that of basic medical needs he didn’t really find a real necessity in this patient’s apparent ‘recovery’.

“...Amnesiac?”

“As it’s name implies, it’s a quirk that deals the user amnesia--- yet in our patient’s case it not only forces her to lose her memories, but practically breaks down her body’s physical state.”

“...In simpler terms?”

“In short every time she loses her memory her body deteriorates along with it. It’s as if her body is, in a sense...rewinding itself forward to make up for the fact that she lost those memories.”

A grimace. If he could, he would’ve spat out that he had been right in his assumption that quirks were just an infestation to the world, this patient clearly being a poor victim of it.

“...And what is my purpose of ‘assisting’ you?”

“As far as I’m aware, you’re pretty damn heartless and selfish. So it should be easy for you to not catch feelings for her whilst being a constant in her life right?”

“A...constant.”

“Yeah, just someone who she sees everyday until well...”

“She passes.”

“I mean...yeah. Damn you really are heartless.”

“Tch. This is a waste of my time is what this is.”

“Hey, you’re helping me whether you want to or not man. It’s just a visit everyday for like, an hour or two at most.”

Another grimace was given as Kai felt a shiver run down his spine. Despite the place he would be in was a hospital, it still brought the ex-yakuza boss a sense of dread. Especially with the amount of infested bodies that littered the place.

“...how long?”

“Holy shit dude, I get that you don’t want to do this but seriously---”

“How long until she loses her memory you dumbass.”

“..Oh. Well, from what we gather they can last from a day, to a couple of months. Though the longer she stays in a...well, let’s call it a session, the more it harms her body.”

“So say she forgets me tomorrow.”

“Then her body moves forward a day.”

“....After a month?”

“She lurches forward a month.”

“Thus leading to a quick progression in her deteriorating health.”

“...Exactly.”

It was, to say the least, unsettling to hear. Never had he heard of such a sickening twist for a quirk. No matter, the deal was simple. If he was lucky, this would last a year-- as fucked up as it sounded, the sooner she passed the less she would suffer in the long run.

As they neared the door, the clear unease that settled on his features was one that his parole doctor could see from a mile away.

“Chill dude, it’ll be fine.”

With that, the door cracked open, and there seated quietly whilst reading a book was a woman. By any standards she was normal, average, easy on the eyes with a slight fae-like feel. Though really it was most likely the early evening glow that cascaded into her room the moment they entered.

All Kai really knew was that it was the moment when gold met glittering (e/c) hues that a seed lodged it’s way into his stomach.

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It had started off easy-- well in Kai’s opinion it had. Every other day seemed to be a new start to the ritual that was re-introducing himself to her and making small talk.

In all honesty, he wouldn’t admit it, but the simplicity of being able to have a normal conversation with someone brought a sense of peace in him. Of course this didn’t mean his usual snark and calculating ways-- or so he says.

For Kai, this change in routine was oddly enough, welcomed. With everything he had gone and the collogues he had imprisoned god knows where, the opportunity to engage in small talk was to say the least, enlightening. It had surprised him. As someone who sought out tactical moves in reading his opponents, he found himself at ease with the simplicity of where he was at.

Granted it was albeit dull in comparison to the interrogations he goes through, it was still a part of his routine that he refused to change. Not when he’s been so invested in it.

That changes when the day he enters her room to find that instead of having to reintroduce himself to her, she remembers him. She flashes him a gentle smile with an endearing, “How are you?” and that in itself has the former yakuza leader lose his breath as he can only comically blink at her before forcing himself to adjust to this strange change.

No later did another change occur that brought a wave of new emotions in him. She had touched him. A caress to his cheek, and unsurprisingly in that moment he broke out in hives. His sight blurring as panic shot through his system at the abundance of thoughts that struck his head as the irritation from the hives had him reeling away from her.

He didn’t see her distressed face. Nor did he see the tears that streamed down her cheeks as she desperately sought out someone to help him. Instead, he awoke to his room laying down with his hives treated.

He felt violated. Disgusted, yet still. Even with that he found himself at her door a week later. Prepared to start a new with her and a possible replay of what had happened a week prior. Instead, he found her bowed deeply at the waist as she tightly clutched at the thin fabric of her hospital gown.

“I’m so sorry Chisaki! I didn’t know...I deeply apologize for what had happened!”

“...You...remembered?”

“Of course! You’re someone I can never forget.”

The pit in his stomach grew tenfold as his feet began to walk towards the awaiting lounge chair. Golden hues met truthful (e/c) ones as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat before once again bowing.

“I really am sorry...I shouldn’t have reached out to you like that...”

“...just be more aware next time.”

And like that, the pit in his stomach continued to grow. With each passing day she retained her memories, the more the pit swelled in size, and the more she began to work her way into his heart.

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Present Day

He didn’t know why he felt an overwhelming pressure in his gut. The lack of food he ate was odd enough, but to actively avoid something out of his daily routine? It was unheard of. He even made that stupid request to ask his parole doctor to grab (y/n) that stupid drink she liked.

Mentally shaking his head, Kai lightly tapped his shoe against the door before sliding it open.

The sight bestowed upon him though was one that could’ve brought him to his knees as the pang in his chest seemed to duly ache as he dragged his feet into the room.

“...(y/n)?”

It was quiet. The warm beams of the spring sun settled on her pale features as dim (e/c) orbs glimmered at the sight of him. He should’ve seen this coming. Especially after she had remembered him the day it set everything out of pattern. Instead, he turned a blind eye. Out of pure ignorance? He wasn’t remotely sure anymore. All he knew was that she shouldn’t be like this.

She should be her stupid lively self, cracking jokes and sharing her stupid stories with him. Not laying there like a corpse.

“Ah...Chi-- Kai, sorry you caught me waking up from a nap. I’m sorry I don’t look more presentable...”

“Nonsense. Now, tell me what you’ve done today.”

“Straight to the point huh? Sometimes I wonder how you’d ever date anyone.”

Though weak, the teasing tone she held in her voice was one that added more weight to his chest as he seated himself in what she declared the ‘(y/n)’s best friend’s chair’. A stupid name if you asked him, but he wouldn’t tell her that.

And like that, she spoke of her day, simple tasks and duties she’s done during her stay at the hospital while Kai listened to her as the best friend she claimed he was.

As for the new name basis, Kai couldn’t tell anyone when it picked up. All he knew was that it didn’t piss him off as much as it should’ve.

As the time neared for him to leave, she stopped him. A look of hesitance on her face as irritation seemed to grow on his own.

“What is it?”

“....Can I hold your face?”

“What?!”

“With gloves on!”

The statement caught him by surprise. Already he felt the disgusting voices in the back of his head whisper at him yet instead of acting on those voices he found himself mutely staring at her as she fumbled over her words.

All he could really pick out was the light blush that was on her cheeks. The spark of color that brought his feet towards her bedside as she stared up at him with shock in those (e/c) eyes.

“Tch. What are you waiting for?”

Caught off guard, she could only stare at him for a moment before giddily shifting herself to get off the bed. A noise of distaste left his throat at her motion as she merely rolled her eyes and shushed him as she went to fervently clean her hands before snapping on the gloves.

Yet as she did this he couldn’t help but feel the ache in his chest grow even more at the sight of her frail hands and the subtle appearance of a bruise around her wrist at her careless motion of snapping the gloves on. This was immediately forgone as she walked up to him, mindful to keep a distance before she hesitantly held her hands out in a flower cup motion.

At first, Kai had no idea what she was doing, but as he grew to analyze the situation-- as well as remember the odd videos and photos she decided to show him as she sought a sort of relationship herself-- he carefully put his chin into her hands. The hesitancy of her fingers brushing his cheeks pulled a new sort of fondness in his chest as he finally relaxed his cheek against her shy hand.

Golden eyes peered deeply into glimmering (e/c) as he watched her face light up with the most color he had see on her that day. Satisfied, he waited until she finally let go.

“...Thank you, Kai.”

“No problem.”

“No really...thank you...for everything.”

Unease quickly overtook the fondness in his heart as he straightened himself out. Confusion was clearly matted onto his features as he stared down at her.

“...Why are you saying that?”

“What? I can’t say what I want for once? You let me all the time so just let me say this too!”

Finding the whole situation uncomfortable, Kai made his way to the door once more. Though before he left he motioned with his head for her to get back into bed. In response, he got her usual snark as she stuck her tongue out before carefully getting back into bed.

“If you’re on good behavior tomorrow, I’ll have your doctor bring you that drink of yours.”

The light in her eyes was enough to satisfy him and his worries as she nodded quickly before giving him a mock salute as she excitedly got herself comfy in the bed.

“Alright, you promised Kai~!”

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“Who are you?”

It should’ve have hurt him as much as it did, but after 6 fucking months. 6 months of her being a daily part of his life where she did not forget him for a single moment came crashing down. The tremble that clutched tightly to his words as he re-introduced himself went unnoticed as he slowly made his way towards the lounge chair that was once considered to be (y/n)’s best friend’s chair.

“...My name is Chisaki Kai.”

“Oh! Hello Chisaki.”

He could tell she was straining with keeping up a happy front. Her appearance was frail. So delicate that he feared anyone who touched her would be the cause of her disappearing before his eyes. The drink he had requested for her sat innocently on the bedside table as she gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’s going to be okay...”

“...what?”

“You look...distressed, I wanted to just reassure you things will be okay.”

No they won’t. He wanted to scream it at her, that the rasp in her voice was punching holes into his gut. That the frail breathing she had was worse than his quirk being taken away from him.

And in that moment, they stayed in silence. Merely watching one another with mixed emotions before he broke back into the routine he once thought would be meaningless.

“...What did you do today?”

Her words, though slow, told him of a peaceful day. One with little adventures and many simple moments that he’s come to slowly appreciate in his own life.

Though as the hour of his leave came, he found it hard to get up from the chair. His feet staying practically cemented to the floor as he watched her peer out the window as the warm rays of the early evening sun cascaded over her. Much like it had that day he first saw her.

Forcefully pushing himself up from the chair, he made his way towards the door. Yet each step he took towards it the more the aching feeling in his chest grew as the fear of his last day in that room came to it’s due date.

“...Kai? Can you turn around for me...just once?”

The words caught him completely off guard as he turned to face her. Those eyes no longer were filed with guarded walls. Instead he was met with the face of (y/n). The woman he came to slowly adore within the past 6 months.

He didn’t even think. Instead he surged forward, practically bruising his legs at the force he decided to stop himself with. Though he didn’t care. The bruises be damned, she remembered him.

“...Can I hold your face? One more time? I promise I won’t ask again. I’ll even wear gloves!”

“...No need.”

The aching in his chest grew tenfold as he found it hard to speak. The overwhelming emotions that sat in his chest were ready to burst out of him. Though he wasn’t sure how. Instead he bent down slightly, finding her confused face even more endearing before he rolled his eyes.

“Well?”

“B-But...the hives---”

“I don’t care. Hurry the fuck up.”

Like that, the confusion vanished as she gently put her hands together in that familiar flower cup motion. Worry was clearly evident in her eyes as she looked at him, but before she could even question again he placed his chin into her awaiting hands. Already the prickly sensation of the hives began to pool as he could feel them form across his skin.

“K-Kai--”

“It’s fine. Shut up. You said you won’t ask again.”

“T-That’s true...”

“Tch. You can make it up to me by getting better so I can show you the world.”

“...when you’re not in prison anymore, right?”

“Right...”

It was hard to speak now. The lump that once was in his stomach had traveled to his throat as he watched her warm (e/c) glisten with unshed tears as she gently caressed his cheeks, ever so mindful of his hives as she tried to at least move her hands. Instead, the male pressed himself further into her touch as the tears began to fall. If anyone noticed the strain in his voice, they didn’t mention it.

“...If you’re gonna be greedy that do what you’ve been wanting to do you romantic obsessed moron.”

With that, she shifted forward before pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead as the tears came down harder. The lump in his throat making it almost unbearable to talk.

“...Thank you Kai...thank you so much for these six months...”

“.....”

“Don’t forget me...okay?”

“Idiot...as if I could even forget the one dumbass that made me breakout after my imprisonment.”

A weak laugh was given as she finally pulled away. With her eyes rimmed red, she shifted to make a call for a nurse, though that was cut short as Kai surprisingly climbed into her bed. No words were exchanged as she reluctantly shifted herself down into the bed-- though it did take time, she managed to curl herself in a way where she left distance between them.

“...aren’t you supposed to go?”

Featherlike and faint, he strained to hear her as he shifted himself down to properly face her as he melted in her (e/c) gaze. The slow dimming of life in her eyes was enough to tell him that it was time. However, he refused to believe it. If anything he’d find her awake the next day with that silly smile on her face. Yet even as he thought about this, the tears that he once thought were impossible for him, slowly began to stream down his cheeks as he nestled himself closer to her.

“....one day won’t kill them.”

“...mmm...”

“....go to sleep angel, I’ll be right here...”

“...and...you’ll be next to me?”

“...always.”

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Patient Name: (y/n) (l/n) Chisaki Quirk: Amnesiac

Time of Death: 6:05PM

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki x reader #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios #mha imagines #bnha imagines #chisaki angst #we about to drop more angst in this bish #i know i should be working on wips and requests but i can't help it ksksksk

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Ch3 You Are To This Day The Only Woman I Have Ever Loved

Selin was running out of options. Her every attempt to get rid of Eda had failed and now she could barely get her alone.

What the fuck was she going to do? How the hell was she going to get rid of Eda and that damn baby she was carrying?

How was she going to keep Serkan now that he seemed to remember everything?

How do you keep someone who was never yours, to begin with?

What did she have to do to matter to him the way Eda mattered?

What the hell was it that made Serkan believed Eda was the perfect person for him when logically it was her who was perfect for him.

He said it himself once that logically they made sense. She just needed Serkan to see that she was it for him and accept it.

However, Eda needed to be completely out of the picture if that was going to happen.

Maybe her only option left was to ensure that Eda got into a horrific car accident. She needed something that couldn’t be tied back to her. Something that wasn’t suspicious.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

The next time Eda woke up she was less disoriented. She looked at Serkan in surprise to see him. “Serkan, what are you doing here?”

“I told you,” Serkan sat gently beside her and placed his hand tenderly against her cheek. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

Eda shook her head, her heart lurching in her chest. “That was just a dream. It wasn’t real. You don’t want to be here with me. You-”

“There is nowhere else I would rather be than right here. With you.” Serkan cut her off firmly. “Eda, I remember everything. Every single moment with you. From the moment we met to when we said goodbye on our wedding day.”

Tears filled Eda’s eyes. “Don’t play with me Serkan, I couldn’t handle such a cruel joke,”

His thumb brushed away a stray tear. It hurt to think she thought him capable of such cruelty. “I know I have been hurtful and unkind since I came back, especially to you. I hate myself for it but I can promise you those days are over. I, the man who loves you more than anything would never set out to cause you pain or hurt you. Intentionally or otherwise. I hope you can forgive me and allow me to spend the rest of our lives making up for every mean word I said or action I did that caused you pain.” Serkan reached in his jacket, pulling her ring from his pocket, staring into her eyes, he took her hand and slipped the ring back on her finger. "I hope you don't mind that I had Layla ordered it fixed while you were out."

Her engagement flower ring was no longer the necklace he turned into and was resting perfectly on her finger once again.

“I love you,” Eda said, her voice filled with emotion. “And I still want to grow old with you and spend all my days with you by my side.”

“Good.” Serkan reached up to his shirt and lifted a chain from his neck, removing the ring and carefully back onto his finger, tears gathering in his own eyes as a feeling of rightness filled him. He leaned forward pressing his lips against her forehead and then, moving down to press a kiss to her cheek, he moved to her lips, brushing his lips across hers in a feather-light caress.

The door to her room opened and a throat cleared. Serkan pulled back to see Eda’s doctor entering the room. “Ms. Yilmaz, you’re awake. That’s good to see.”

“We’ve been monitoring you closely since you were brought in by your friend. Luckily, she found you when she did. Without her, I am quite certain you could have bled out. You had some broken bones, cracked ribs, and a concussion. You had some swelling on the blade but we've been monitoring it closely and has gone down on its own. Now, I’m sure you’re worried for the baby so we’re going to get them checked out,” he moved toward an ultrasound machine willing it closer to the bed.

Eda’s eyes widened. “Baby? What baby?”

“You didn’t know?” Dr. Kaya asked in surprise.

“No,” Eda looked at Serkan, eyes wide and lips parted. “I didn’t know. I would’ve told you.” she looked back Dr. Kaya. “The baby, is it..is it...it’s-” She broke off, letting out a shuddering breath.

She couldn’t even voice the question, tears gathered in her eyes and she used her good arm that wasn't injured to wrap around her middle. “Serkan, I can’t do this.”

Serkan’s heart dropped to his stomach. She didn’t want his child. He knows he was terrible and he hurt her but this was their baby.

“I can’t lose anyone else, let alone our baby, I won’t survive it. I won’t.” she shook her head, trying to be strong but failing as she felt her chest crack open with pain.

Relief hit Serkan. She wanted their child. She was scared of losing their child. He was too. He put his hand over hers on her stomach locking their fingers together. “You’re not alone. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together. You are a fighter and I have no doubt you’ve passed that on to our child. Everything is going to be okay.”

Eda nodded and Dr. Kaya gave them a moment to compose themselves before preparing Eda for the ultrasound. “If we can locate the baby’s heartbeat, there’s no reason to believe you won’t have a perfectly healthy baby.”

Eda held on tightly to Serkan’s hand with her good one. Serkan stepped closer his hand tightening around hers in response. They were both holding their breath collectively.

The room was silent. Tears filled Eda’s eyes.

Serkan's jaw clenched. It was taking too long and he didn’t like the look in Dr. Kaya's eyes.

The doctor looked up with an apologetic look. “I’m sor-”

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

Eda’s eyes widened as the fast rhythmic beat filled the room.

The doctor sighed inaudibly in relief. “And that there is your baby’s heartbeat.”

“Is it meant to be that fast?” Serkan asked, alarmed.

“Yes, it’s the sound of a strong heartbeat. It’s a good sign.” Dr. Kaya assured. “Now let’s see if we can find this survivor.”

Eda looked at the screen anxiously for just a moment and then her breath left her.

The picture of her baby on the grainy screen was so clear.

The shape of her baby, the tiny little body, the head, the moving arms, and legs.

Eda pressed her hand to her mouth overcome with emotion, she looked at Serkan to see he had tears in his eyes.

“Serkan?” she asked.

He looked down at her and smiled the most beautiful smile she has ever seen from him. “I can’t believe we did that. I can’t believe we’re having a baby.”

Eda reached up cupping his cheek. “We’re having a baby!” she smiled widely.

Serkan couldn’t stop himself, he ducked down kissing her with all the emotion he was feeling, and pressed his forehead against hers. “I love you.”

Eda wrapped her arm around his shoulders, and buried her face in his neck, breathing him in, crying silently. It was so good to hear him say those words to her again. She missed it. She missed him.

She couldn’t believe her Serkan was back.

“Everything seems to be fine,” Dr. Kaya said, bringing their attention back to her as they parted slowly but held onto each other's hands, constantly touching. “I want to keep you for a few days as a precaution while you recover then we will talk about sending you home.”

Eda nodded.

“Now, do you think you can tell me about your accident? What do you remember?” Dr. Kaya questioned.

“I was getting ready to leave when Selin-” Eda’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, Se-” Eda gasped in pain when she jolted forward. “Selin, it was Selin.”

“What was Selin?” Serkan asked, urging her to lay back. “Take it easy.”

“Selin pushed me,” Eda said, looking at him.

“What?” Serkan faltered.

“I know you don’t want to believe it because it’s Selin and you trust her,” Eda began, remembering Serkan not believing Selin capable of doing anything wrong. “But she pushed me down the stairs.” she grabbed Serkan’s hands and looked up at him. “You have to believe me.”

Serkan cupped her cheek. “I do. I do believe you.”

Now that he had his memories back he was aware of Selin’s manipulations, how she took advantage of the situation. She had so much to answer for.

But to think she was capable of trying to kill Eda was disgusting.

He didn’t even know her anymore and it made him wonder, did he ever truly know her?

“You believe me,” Eda’s words were full of surprise.

“I do and I will take care of it-”

A knock sounded on the door and a lab technician in a white coat walked into the room with a grave. “Dr. Kaya, I think you should see this.”

Dr. Kaya took the extended file, the doctor’s frown deepening.

“What’s wrong?” Serkan asked alarmed, Eda’s hand tightened around his, clinging to him.

“Ms. Yildiz your blood shows you have traces of a rare substance that causes a person to go into cardiac arrest. It’s a hard substance to come by and nearly undetectable but it explains while suddenly took a turn for the worse last night when you were doing better.”

“I’m sorry but how could that have happened when I’ve been here?” Eda asked.

“I don’t know but I promise we will get to the bottom of this,” Dr. Kaya assured.

“You better,” Serkan growled. “Or I will and I won’t hesitate to sue this hospital for neglecting my Fiance’s safety.”

“What about the baby?” Eda asked. “Could it have caused harm to the baby?”

“No,” Dr. Kaya shook her head. “Every indication we have seen is that your baby is perfectly healthy.”

Serkan felt fear and instinctively placed his hand over her flat stomach. “You're sure?”

“As sure as I medically can be,” she answered. “And as I said before I would like to keep her for a few days to monitor her and the baby just to be on the safe side.”

“Okay, but I expect her security to be better and I want you to treat her like she is your number one priority cause she is.”

“And what are you going to do?” Eda asked.

“I am going to take care of everything with Selin.” Serkan’s eyes were dark. He leaned down pressing his lips to Eda’s forehead. “I won’t let her hurt you again.”

Eda nodded silently. She was more than capable of taking care of herself but it was a relief that she wouldn’t have to argue about Selin with him.

He stepped away just as there was a knock on the door, Selin poked her head in. “Serkan, there you are. I think we should be going now,” she looked at Eda. “It’s clear Eda is going to be okay.”

“Yes,” Serkan forced a smile. “We have much to discuss. Today has shown me that life is short and we shouldn’t put off the things that mattered.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Selin moved, and wrapped her arms around him.

Serkan slowly brought his arms around her. It was the last thing he wanted to do. He looked over at Eda.

There was pain there in her expression, in her eyes.

“Trust me.” he mouthed to her.

Slowly she nodded, she did trust him but it didn’t make seeing Selin in his arms any easier.

Serkan released Selin and tugged her out of the room. Eda wasn’t sure what he was planning but this was her Serkan now, it wouldn’t be long before she found out what the punishment would be for Selin's crimes.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Selin was surprised Serkan had left the hospital when he had been so adamant about staying by Eda’s side and when it had to seemed to her that he was starting to remember his life with Eda. Perhaps she read him wrong.

She walked with him into Art Life but stopped when Serkan froze.

Serkan stared at the bottom of the stairs. Blood stained the floor. Eda’s blood.

His eyes slowly traveled up the flight of stairs, the very thought that Eda was pushed and she fell that far was awful made worse knowing in her stomach rested their child and the woman beside him, someone he once thought a close friend was the one to do it. She had tried to take the only thing he couldn’t live without. His bright star in a sea of darkness

“Serkan is everything okay?” Selin asked, in what sounded like concern but he now saw through it. Through her.

Just looking at her made his stomach turn but he had to keep up the act. It would be worth it.

He shook his head. “Fine, you know, how I hate stains.”

“Let me make some calls I will have it taken care of,” Selin said and stepped over the stain, heading to her office.

Serkan turned. One destination in mind. He needed to check the company footage.

He walked into his office, pulling up his computer he put in his password and login to the company’s security feed, he rewound the footage at the top of the stairs back until he stopped it on the two figures, standing at the top of the stairs.

Eda and Selin.

He looked up to make sure Selin wasn’t coming back yet before pressing play. He kept the volume low as to not alert Selin to what he was doing.

He watched Eda and Selin’s argument play out, their words cut and biting. He paled as he watches Eda turned to walk down the stairs and Selin’s hand slamming against her back, propelling his Eda forward.

Eda's fall was brutal and painful to watch.

His stomach churned violently in disgust as Selin showed no regret or remorse for what she did. instead, she walked down the stairs and over Eda’s crumpled body and kept going.

He fast forward, his heart pounding. How long did she lay there, hurt and bleeding, fighting to survive?

Almost an hour later in the footage, Melo, arrived and immediately was distraught, pleading with Eda.

God, he couldn’t watch anymore.

He quickly exited the footage and grabbed the drive on his desk copying the footage. He heard the sound of heels on the floor just as it was done and quickly ejected it, slipping it into his pocket. He shut his computer just as Selin appeared in the doorway.

“Did you find the papers you needed to go over?” She asked.

Serkan had to force his disgust down beneath the surface along with his anger.

It was so fucking hard. How could he have trusted her so blindly? Clearly, he had damaged his brain more than he first thought.

“Yes,” he grabbed the folders next to his laptop. “Unfortunately we need to make a trip back to the hospital. There are some legal documents that I need to finalize. They need Eda’s signature. Hopefully, she is feeling well enough to sign.”

“Can’t this wait?” Selin protested. “We’ve been there all night.”

“I’m sorry. It can’t. We’ll go there have her sign then we can leave and go grab something to eat, take some time to ourselves for the rest of the day,” he reached for her hand, every fiber in his being was against the simple touch but he had a part to play and he needed her to believe everything was the same. He needed her to trust him. “Sound good?”

Selin smiled, enjoying the simple touch she curled her hand around his. “Yes. Perhaps we can begin to plan the wedding and set a date?”

“Absolutely, if that’s what you want.” The words did not come easy but he hopes she did not notice.

“Okay, let’s go back to the hospital so we can then focus on us,” she leaned up and press her lips to his cheek.

Serkan resisted the urge to push her away and wipe his skin clean where her lips touched.

He forced a smile and tugged her out of the office with him. Repeatedly telling himself to keep up the act. He just needed to gather all the evidence he could against her before revealing that he remembered everything and make her pay for trying to take his life, his Eda, his unborn child away from him.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Eda’s hand rested on her stomach lightly.

“Did you know?” her aunt asked softly sitting beside her on the bed.

“No,” Eda shook her head. “I wouldn’t have believed it myself but I heard the heartbeat and I saw the baby on the screen. Serkan and I are having a child.”

Ayfer smiled. “I hope being a mother brings joy to your life as much as you have brought joy to mine.”

Eda squeezed her aunt’s hand. “I hope I will be a good mom,”

“You will,” Ayfer assured. “You and Serkan will be the best parents.”

“Is it true? Does Serkan remember?” Melo stood beside Ayfer.

“He does. He remembers everything.” Eda assured her.

“Then why did he leave with Selin?” Melo wondered.

“I think he’s playing her, trying to get her to confess to what she did,” Eda answered. “But I think she’s too smart for that. She won’t openly confess.”

“Then what will he do?” Melo asked. “We can’t let her get away with hurting you again and again. She’s gone too far this time. She's gone crazy.”

“I don’t know,” Eda said. “But I trust that Serkan will make sure Selin faces the consequences of her actions.”

“She tried to kill you,” Ceren interjected on the other side of her bed. “He’s going to do everything in his power to make sure she can’t do it again. He loves you too much to stand by and let her get away with all that she has done.”

Eda was fully aware of how much her Serkan loved her. She hoped when this was all over they could move on and he wouldn’t blame himself for Selin’s crimes.

She did not want a repeat of when it came to his father’s crimes. She didn't want him making decisions about their relationship for her.

Sometime later a knock sounded and the door to her room was being pushed open.

Eda’s smiled as Serkan came into the room but quickly faded as Selin came into the room close behind him.

Her whole body tensed and she had the intense urge to curl up and protect her stomach.

“Eda, I know now must not be a good time but we need you to sign some documents for a project,” Serkan said, walking forward and handing her some papers.

“Eda, I am so sorry about your accident,” Selin apologized. “Do you remember how it happened?”

“No,” she lied. “I think I slipped. I can’t remember much about that night.” Eda looked at Melo. “I was lucky Melo found me in time before I bled out.”

Selin looked over at Melo. "How fortunate that you were there,"

"Very." Melo returned icily.

Selin forced down a sneer, plastering on a pleasant smile. "I do hope everything is okay," She looked back at Eda. "I'm sorry about the baby."

Serkan first clenched and he counted down in his head forcing himself to remain calm.

"My baby is going to be fine," Eda raised her chin. "They're a survivor like their mother."

"That's wonderful news, I'm sure when you tell Deniz he will be relieved." Selin forced her voice to stay polite.

"I'm sure he would be except he is not the father." Eda couldn't help but feel good about the angry look that crossed Selin's face.

It was quick but she couldn't cover it fast enough. Eda couldn't wait for her to pay for every despicable act Selin has committed against her and Serkan and now her child.

Selin looked from Serkan and Eda. “I see, then we have much to discuss. Of course, it should wait until after your out of the hospital.”

“Selin, why don’t you get us some coffee. The quicker we can get these papers signed, the better. There is much work to be done and we shouldn’t bother Eda while she heals longer than we have to. We'll have plenty of time to talk about this once she’s out of the hospital.” Serkan suggested.

He pulled out his phone. “We have more meetings to attend to according to my event calendar.”

Melo's phone pinged in her bag, she retrieved it to see a text from Serkan and realized he was using the excuse of looking at his calendar to discreetly text her.

She opened the text.

Go with Selin and keep her occupied for as long as possible. Don’t let her leave your sight.

“Of course, I’ll be right back, my love,” Selin said, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“I will go with you,” Melo interjected. “I think we all can use some coffee after the stress of last night. Except for Eda, of course. It isn't good for the baby.”

Selin forced a smile and led the way out of the room.

Melo followed her out, sending a smile at Serkan over her shoulder. She will do as he asks of her.

As soon as they were gone, Serkan tossed the documents onto the hospital tray next to Eda’s bed.

“Don’t I need to sign those?” Eda asked.

“No, I just needed to come back here and not raise Selin’s suspicions. I found footage at the office of her pushing you. And I think I can find proof that she was the one who drugged you last night. I’ll be right back if Selin returns before I do tell her I got a call and I went to take it in my car because of the hospital’s poor cell reception.”

“I’m coming with you,” said Ceren following him out, wanting to help in some way.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Serkan had ended up arguing with security for a few minutes before Ceren stepped in and with her legal knowledge convinced them to let them take a look at the footage.

Serkan watched the security footage of the hallway outside Eda’s room, Selin walked into the screen. He was asleep outside her door, leaning against the floor.

She looked around, the time stamp of the footage place it at 3:37 in the morning. When Selin saw the coast was clear she opened her hand to reveal a small vial. She turned the doorknob and pushed it open and disappeared inside Eda’s room, the door closing behind her.

Serkan pulled out his hard drive and plug it in, copying the hospital security footage. “I have footage of her pushing Eda down the stairs, with this new footage, is it enough to get her for attempted manslaughter?”

“Yes, and if you press charges on grounds for cruelty and emotional abuse for her manipulations Selin will not be getting away with anything that she has done,” Ceren answered.

“Good,” Serkan ejected the drive and pulled out his phone, calling the authorities, determined to make sure Selin would not hurt Eda in any way again.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Serkan and Ceren returned to Eda’s room just in time because a few minutes later, Selin and Melo returned.

“Here you go,” Selin held a cup of hot coffee out toward Serkan. “I got it just how you like. Should we start discussing everything that needs to be addressed?”

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Serkan stepped away from her, moving to sit on the edge of Eda’s bed, taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together. “How about we start with how you tried to kill Eda and my child?”

“What? I no,” Selin shook her head. “I would never do something like that. Serkan, you are not making sense.”

“Last night, I remembered everything,” Serkan said, his eyes growing cold. “When Eda's health abruptly started declining, her heart stopped. I felt it,” he placed his free hand over his heart. “No one, especially you, will ever truly understand the depth of our connection. Our hearts are connected, our souls are meant for each other. One should not exist without the other.”

Tears filled Eda’s eyes as he spoke so passionately.

“When I saw her slipping away from me to somewhere I wouldn’t be able to reach her it all came rushing back to me like a tidal wave, one memory after another from the first moment I laid eyes on her to the moment we said goodbye on our wedding day to every moment in between when I fell for her continuously. There is no one in this world who my heart beats for but her. These past months I felt like something was missing, a vital piece was missing. I didn’t know what it was but I do now.”

Serkan released Eda's hand and stood walking toward Selin. “And you knew.”

Selin wiped all emotion from her face at the accusatory words and look of anger Serkan was giving her.

“When I was hurt and vulnerable and couldn’t remember the most valuable thing in my life, you saw it as an opportunity to insert yourself into my life, to take advantage of my injury and take my life away from me.” Serkan looked at her in disgust. “You twisted my and Eda’s story around to make her out to be this horrible, manipulative person when in truth that is the person that you are.”

Selin glared. “I was given a second chance to do things differently. We were given a chance to be happy together and I took it.” Selin stepped forward, reaching out to Serkan. “You were happy with me, Serkan. Your memory loss has proven that we can be happy when Eda isn’t in your life.”

“Is that why you tried to kill me?” Eda demanded. “To get me out of Serkan’s life so you can continue living a lie?”

“I didn’t try to kill you.” Selin denied.

“You pushed me down the stairs,” Eda said. “I remember that night clearly.”

“You remembered wrong.” Selin insisted realizing Eda had lied earlier when she said she didn't remember what happened. “You hit your head and are confused.”

“You’re right she did hit her head.” Serkan agreed, his tone sharp like a knife. “However, you are the reason for that and we have proof.”

That caught Selin by surprise. “What?”

“You seem to have forgotten about the cameras at work. There is footage of your argument and more importantly of you shoving Eda down the stairs with intent to hurt her. You walk away after, leaving her to bleed out.”

“No,” Selin shook her head in denial. “The footage was doctored.”

“And the footage of you going into Eda’s room last night to drug her with something that would kill her, knowing she was pregnant was that doctored too?” Ceren interjected.

“We have everything on the footage to put you away for a long time.” Ayfer, swept her hand over Eda protectively while glaring at Selin. “You will not get away with this.”

“I will not stand here and listen to these ridiculous allegations.” Selin turned around but stopped short as two officers walked in. “Ms. Atakin, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Eda Yildiz.”

“Don’t worry, Selin,” Eda said. “There will be more charges brought up. It’s time you pay for your wrongful actions.”

“There’s some kind of mistake, this is all a misunderstanding.” Selin insisted as the cops turned her around and placed her in handcuffs. “Please, Serkan.” Selin looked at him pleadingly. “If I mean anything to you at all, don’t let this happen.”

"You mean nothing to me at all." Serkan turned his back to her and sat down beside Eda, lifting his hand to her cheek directing her gaze toward him. “I need you to know something,”

Eda looked at him, Selin forgotten, even as she resisted arrest, seething.

Serkan brushed his thumb across her cheek, reverently and Eda’s breath caught in her throat at the pure look of love in his eyes. “You are to this day the only woman I have ever loved.”

Selin stopped moving the honesty in Serkan’s words making every inside turn to something dark. "I hate you. I hate you both." she seethed as the police finally had her in cuffs, leading her out.

“I have never been in love before you and I know you have ruined me for anyone else, Eda Yildiz. I am incapable of loving anyone but you. Everything I am, every part of me is yours.”

Eda smiled, happy tears in her eyes, she lifted her good hand, curling it around the back of his neck, and pulled him down so their lips could meet in a kiss that had every part of her coming to life.

Eda and Serkan were so consumed by each other that neither noticed as Eda’s aunt and friends walked from the room, leaving the reunited couple alone.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

For the next month Eda focused on her recovery, Serkan hired the best lawyers for their case against Selin pushing the trial through the system faster.

Thankfully, it only lasted a few weeks and with all the evidence stacked up against her, Selin still refused to confess to her crimes but it didn’t matter in the end she was convicted of Attempted Murder on Eda and their unborn child, and for emotional cruelty on Serkan.

She was sentenced to 10 to fifteen years in prison with no chance of parole.

Eda was relieved and Serkan did everything he could to erase traces of Selin from his life. he hired a new PR, threw all her things in the trash, and severed ties with her completely.

Serkan stayed with Eda every day she was in the hospital, leaving Engin and Piril to handle everything with the company.

When Eda was finally released he took her home back to his house.

Eda had only been there a little over a month but she wasn’t sure she could continue staying there. “You need a new apartment.” she sat on the counter as Serkan was making her lunch. “I keep picturing you and Selin here and I just, I can’t. I hate even thinking about that murderous snake.”

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that.” Serkan set the pasta he was cooking to a simmer and came to stand between her legs, he rested one hand on her stomach that had popped, showing the evidence of their growing child, and uses his other hand to brush her hair back away from her face. “I want to get a new place when the baby is born. For all of us. You, me, and the baby.”

“I always thought we would get a place together after we got married,” Eda replied in surprise.

“Yes but that was before you got pregnant. I thought you would want to get married after she’s born.”

“She?” Eda repeated. “You think it’s a girl?”

“I keep picturing a little girl in our future,” Serkan confessed with a shy smile. “The boy can come later.”

In truth, Eda wanted a little girl, too.

“Serkan, I was ready to marry you on our wedding day. I still am. We could get married today, tomorrow, a year for now and it wouldn’t change anything.” Eda said, tracking the ring that was once again gracing his finger. “My love for you isn’t going to change.”

“Then let’s get married,” Serkan said, gathering her against his body, pressing his forehead against hers. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Eda repeated cradling his face with her good hand.

“Yes, tomorrow. Haven’t we waited long enough? I want to be able to call you my wife. Mrs. Eda Bolat.”

“I love the sound of that,” Eda pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. “Let’s do it. Let’s get married.”

Serkan wrapped his arm around her and lifted her from the counter carrying her to the couch, pressing her back into the cushions mindful of her casted arm and keeping his weight off her, deepening their kiss his hands worshipping her body.

#sen cal kapimi #edser #edser fic #eda yıldız #serkan bolat #serkan x eda #fanfic

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A Dangerous Game

part 10

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Hello darlings! This one goes out to @the-darkest-starr ! She was my first like and my first follow. Love this girl so much, and hope it brightens her day! This one’s for you babe!

The weeks of isolation had made her ready to climb the walls. Jin came to visit when he could, but he was still a doctor and that kept him very busy. They no longer had the excuse of her stitches to prompt a visit. This left Namjoon as her only constant companion, and she didn’t know what was worse, the isolation or the fact that she was beginning to look forward to Namjoon’s visits.

They had established a sort of routine. In the mornings Namjoon would come and have a light breakfast and tea with her bringing her new reading material, and then she’d be left alone to her own devises for the day. She’d read whatever book he had brought her and play solitaire. If she had to play another game of solitaire she was afraid she was going to lose her mind. It had gotten to the point where she was even beginning to debate throwing another vase at Namjoon, consequences be damned. And then he would return in the later evening and share late supper with her. This was her life now, every day the same, and it was driving her insane. That was the point though wasn’t it?

The isolation was a punishment, but it was also a very effective tool for breaking down the will of your opponent, and Namjoon was nothing if not a smart man. He knew exactly what he was doing. She had to give him credit for that, the sneaky bastard. That was the game though wasn’t it? It was a new game and an old game all at once. And Namjoon had one the first round. She couldn’t allow him the final victory though.

It was a waiting game now. Who could hold out longer? Namjoon unfortunately had the upper hand. He had all the resources after all. He held all the power. And she wasn’t stupid. She knew that he would only put up with her insolence so long before he took to more drastic measures. It all depended on how patient of a man Namjoon was. If she was lucky, and recent history had proven that she wasn’t, she could outlast him. He’d grow tired of her, of this game, and he’d let her go. Or maybe she’d just annoy him into killing her. It wasn’t a great plan especially considering she would much rather make it out of all of this alive, but isolation can make people do and think crazy things. And maybe Namjoon sensed that. Maybe that was why he came to her room that afternoon.

“Jagiya,” He began watching her with a smirk playing on his lips.

“What do you want?” She groaned from her position sprawled across one of the sofas with her arm thrown across her eyes, a position she’d taken out of boredom upon finishing the latest book Namjoon had brought her. “Don’t you have other things to do than to pester me?”

“It’s the weekend, jagi, and you’ve been left to your own devices all morning. I thought we might go for a stroll in the garden, but if you don’t want to…” He trailed off watching with veiled amusement as she perked up.

“The garden?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Outside? Outside this room?” Her eyes were blown wide as she gazed at him hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t some cruel trick on his part. She wouldn’t put such a trick past him, but he nodded a small smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. “You’re not shitting me are you?”

“You’ve been so good, and you’ve taken your punishment so well. I could do without the attitude, but we can work on that.” He definitely had plans to rid her of the attitude.

He could practically see the cogs turning in her head as the realization hit her, when the hope settled in. “I can leave this room. I won’t be locked in anymore?”

Namjoon couldn’t have been more pleased by her reaction. There was something so fragile and vulnerable about her in this moment, having those doe eyes focused on him filled with so much hope. And he was the one who gave her that hope. “That depends on how you behave today.” He mused. “If you behave well, I see no reason why you can’t have free reign of the house and the gardens. But if you don’t behave I have no problem keeping you here in these rooms.”

The effect of those words was almost instantaneous. Her eyes grew even more impossibly wide and her face paled at the implication. It was clear to him that her punishment had been effective. Even if she didn’t realize it, there was a shift, the smallest of change. He was wearing her down, settling her into her new role.

“Do you understand, jagi?”

She nodded quickly scrambling up and scampering to the closet in search of shoes. As much as she hated depending on him for anything, especially her freedom, she wasn’t about to give up the chance to go outside. She would be the sweetest girl in the world if it meant she was going to be released from her god forsaken house arrest.

She emerged shoes in hand and a bright smile on her face too big to conceal. The excitement of being released from her room outweighed her will to remain grumpy in the face of her captor, and in this minute she couldn’t bring herself to care even taking his hand without a fuss when he extended it to lead her out of the room.

She was practically vibrating with excitement by the time they had reached the door that would lead them outside to the garden. Freedom was just a few steps away, or at least a semblance of it was, but before she could step outside, Namjoon pulled her back, and she couldn’t help but look at him in confusion.

“This is a privilege, Y/N.” He repeated, dark eyes serious as he stared her down. “If you pull any sort of stunt today, I will lock you away for so long you will forget how the sunlight feels on your skin. There are worse prisons than your rooms, jagiya.”

The threat kept her frozen in place as she stared up at him. How could he speak such harsh words so sweetly?

“Jagi?” He prompted squeezing her hand tightly. She nodded slowly unsure of how to respond to him after that. The man was giving her whiplash. “I need words, jagi.”

“Yes, Namjoon.” She sighed impatient to get outside and put his disturbing smiling threats out of her head, at least for the moment.

“Good!” He smiled brightly dimples popping out in full force. “Let’s enjoy the garden then.”

To say that the gardens were beautiful would have been an understatement. They were gorgeous, enchanting even as they sprawled out from the house. Clearly someone had put a lot of time and effort into them. It looked like something out of a fairy land to her, but then again, she was used to cramped city apartments with rag tag parks filled with litter. This was another level entirely, and she was instantly in love.

Namjoon didn’t even protest when her hand slipped from his as she wandered further into the garden. While she was enamored with the garden, he was enamored with her. He’d never seen her this soft. Her eyes had a sparkle to them that he had yet to see as she trailed her fingers across the petals of some of the flowers almost reverently. Everything about her in this moment seemed gentle.

Her eyes wandered further into the garden as she took everything in. It was sculpted into a very traditional fashion with bridges and gazebos and what appeared to be a large koi pond further from the house all connected by a series of winding paths.

“Can we go there?” She asked her voice filled with breathless wonder as she looked out towards the koi pond.

“Of course, jagi.” He replied just as softly placing a gentle hand on her back to lead her down to the pond.

He was almost afraid that if he spoke any louder or made any sudden movements that the moment would shatter and she would return to the acid spitting hellion he had come to know. He would have to savor this more gentle version of her while he could. He knew it wouldn’t last long. She would be a fierce little hellion again before long, but he enjoyed seeing this softer side of her as well.

He had chosen because she was intriguing, because she was strong, but this was something he wanted to see from her more often. As much as he enjoyed sparring with her, her constant venom was beginning to become tiresome. Yes, she’d followed his rules, but she had done it with a bitter reluctance that didn’t sit well with him. He was a man who was used to complete obedience without question. He was lenient for now though as she was still adjusting, but his patience could only hold out for so long. But for today he would enjoy the softer side of her while it lasted.

They reached the bridge that stretched across the koi pond, and settled there. Y/N leaned over the rail to gaze down at the fish that milled about in the pond a soft smile playing on her lips. She was entranced by the fish, wishing she had brought something out to feed her with. Next time she told herself. If she played her cards right, she’d be able to go out into the gardens as much as she’d like. All the while they stood there in peaceful silence, Namjoon stood guard just to the side his attention solely focused on her.

Looking at her now, Namjoon found her to be the most lovely woman in the world. Illuminated in the afternoon light with the late summer breeze stirring her hair, Namjoon considered himself very much in love with her, and he had to congratulate himself on his catch. Summoning her to that late night meeting all those weeks ago had been on a whim, purely out of curiosity to see who he was dealing with, and now he was grateful that he had. She was a dangerous woman to have around. She was capable of tearing down the empire he had built from the ground up if he wasn’t careful. But that made their game all the more exciting. It made her all the more exciting, and once tamed she would make an exquisite queen for his empire. All that was left to do was to break her to his will.

part 11

#bts #bts fic #yandere bts #namjoon #namjoon x reader #yandere namjoon #mafia namjoon #rm #rm x reader #mafia #dark romance #mafia au #soft yandere #fanfic

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Trailer breakdown kit Kat style:

So I’ve been freaking out about it since 3am and my brain has not stopped so here’s my thoughts on the nwh trailer

Spideychelle supremacy 🥺🥺 it’s the first and only time he smiles in the whole trailer too

I ship them so hard

PUBLIC ENEMY NO

I feel like I’m gonna be saying “shut up Jamenson” a lot in this film

MY BABY IS IN HADNCUFFS 😭😭😭 (not in the way I pictured 🤚🏼)

Is that Matt Murdock? Is it just some weird lawyer? Is it an avenger in disguise? IS IT JIMMY WOO? I NEED ANSWERS

Spideychelle FaceTiming 🥺🥺 my heart

DEVIL IN DISGUISE the irony smh

Sir you need to calm down with that sign

HAND HOLDING

BLONDE FLASH. I repeat BLONDE FLASH. Is he okay?

I have a feeling flash is actually going to be nice to Peter in this film 🥺

Um they’re being surrounded by helicopters. LEAVE MY BABIES ALONE

Give Peter Parker a hug 2021

May and Peter having a movie night and then he gets arrested. That’s what I think is happening here

BLACK AND GOLD SUIT 😍😍😍 damn he looks good

When did doctor strange become cool?!

I think he bends the rules because everyone has a weak spot for baby peter needing help

Okay so this SPELL let’s discuss a few things: it clearly opens up the multiverse which coincides with wandavision and loki (possible post credits scene opportunity 👀). Peter interrupts this dangerous spell which is presumably why it fails. THAT MOMENT is when Wanda hears her kids I’m sure of it. Wandavision and this movie are linked already (heart on the calendar).

Also everyone forgetting? 🥺 does this mean MJ and peter won’t be together or will it just be different? They’re gonna still like each other just as Ned will still be his best friend. I have a feeling he’ll tell them the truth and they have to work together to get things back to normal (remember those pictures a while back?) or they have flashbacks since the spell didn’t work properly

“What just happened?” - Peter’s new catchphrase and a very good question

This film is going to make me dizzy like doctor strange did isn’t it with all those spinning buildings 😂

Oh hello Electro 👀 i see you

Why are they on a train in the desert or somewhere? This reminds me too much of mysterio’s tricks 👀👀

My mum thought he was giving up Spidey when she saw this and I hope he doesn’t

Oooh out of body thingy 👀 I wonder why? And is Peter holding something mystical?

I think strange is mentoring him in magic

Also wouldn’t strange forget he was Spidey too?

IRON SPIDER SUIT MY BELOVED HOW IVE MISSED YOU

Omg happy 🥺🥺🥺 please don’t say he’s the one who dies 😭 I mean it would make sense because Tony’s gone and if this is Peter’s last movie then where’s happy going to go?

Sandman I see you too

GREEN GOBLIN

I sense the sinister six 🧐

“Be careful what you wish for” - I’m reminded of Big and 13 going on 30

DOC OCK HERE HE COMES

I loved him in the first movies. He’s such a good villain

Still hoping we get a miles 🤞🏼

I definitely think Disney and Sony are going to try and do a live action spider verse with all 3 spider men and miles 👀 they’d kind of be fools not too tbh. The opportunity is right there

EPIC FIGHT SCENE LOADING

that suit is so flawless omg. It’s even quicker than Tony’s

Idk if this is his last movie but just please for the love of god give him a happy ending Marvel. Thank you

But I won’t say no to college Peter and/or miles 👀

#spiderman no way home spoilers #spiderman nwh speculation #nwh #felt good to get that out #nwh spoilers

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Listen Closer - Chapter 14

[ OK OK I FINALLY GOT IT DONE SO I'M GONNA START VAMPIRE AU CHAP 1 ]

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Garrett definitely noticed that Strahm refused to make eye contact with him when they got back to the precinct, and couldn’t help but feel very proud of himself for that, even if all he’d done was get caught after having sex.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home? It’s going to take more than a day for you to make up for all that blood loss,” Mark spoke up beside him, snapping him back to attention.

“I’m sure. I want to make sure they don’t dig too much into Lawrence,” Garrett replied, shifting in his seat.

They were currently sitting in the room hidden from the interrogation room by the two way mirror, waiting for Strahm and Perez to go in and ask Lawrence where he had been for so long. He was one of the only Jigsaw victims they had known of, but had never been able to find after his trap.

Of course, they couldn’t know that he was healing up at the meat packing plant. So he came up with something else, something John approved of.

They didn’t have to wait much longer before the door of the interrogation room opened and the agents entered, Strahm hovering closer to the mirror while Perez sat down across from Lawrence.

“So, Dr. Gordon, you’ve been missing for over six months now. I’ll admit that we don’t know very much about your “game” other than the fact that your fellow captive, Adam Stanheight, is dead. You were presumed dead as well. Where have you been all this time?” Perez asked, resting her hands on the table between them.

“Hiding,” Lawrence answered simply. “I had to… kill Adam in order for my family to live. It wasn’t my best moment- or my best shot, because of the blood I was losing- but I couldn’t just let them die. Not because of my mistakes.”

Garrett knew that Lawrence’s ex-wife had gone to the police after escaping Zep, only because he had looked at the files as soon as Lawrence told him he was going to be questioned. The police knew about their part of the kidnapping, and they had told them that Zep told them the game was over, and that Lawrence had lost.

They had a way around this too.

“I- I know that my ex-wife probably told you that I lost the game, but it’s not true. Zep’s clock was wrong. I checked as soon as I could walk.” This was a complete lie, both of the clocks were perfectly set up.

However, knowing that one day something like this would happen, Zep’s clock turned off permanently when the game was done, so no one could ever check. The police didn’t know that, and they never would.

Apparently they hadn’t been expecting Lawrence to be so cooperative, because there was silence for a minute, before Perez spoke up again.

“You said you were hiding? Is that because you killed Adam? You were trapped, Dr. Gordon, and it was the only way to protect your family. You wouldn’t have been arrested for that,” she said, leaning back when he scoffed at her.

“Do you honestly think that I was thinking about that after sawing off my own foot and murdering someone?” he asked coldly, his gaze flicking to the mirror for a second before dropping back to the table. “I was afraid, ashamed, and bleeding out. That didn’t exactly make me very open to thinking logically.”

There was silence again, before they decided they were satisfied. “Thank you for your time, doctor,” Perez said as she stood up, offering him a weak smile. “We’re glad to see you’re alright. Take care.”

With that, she and Strahm left, leaving Lawrence in the room. Garrett had already been told earlier that he could take Lawrence home when they were done, so he wasted absolutely no time in doing so, only pausing to give Mark a goodbye kiss.

“So, do you think my acting was on par with yours?” Lawrence teased once they were in the car, gaining a chuckle from Garrett. “Be honest. It was pretty important.”

“Yeah, it was,” Garrett admitted. “You could put a little more into eye contact, but they definitely believed you.” Lawrence gave a quiet “whoop” next to him, which made him laugh hard and sudden enough that he had to slam on the brakes as pain shot through his face from his wound.

Lawrence was on him in seconds, tilting his head to the side to check the stitches. Luckily he hadn’t pulled any out, but it hurt like HELL. “I’m fine,” Garrett muttered, getting an incredulous look from his boyfriend before he was released.

Soon enough, they were back on the road, the only thing breaking the silence being the radio.

This was probably the most quiet car ride Garrett had ever been in.

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Upon arriving back at the meat packing plant, Garrett almost immediately locked himself in his room, getting straight to work on the plans for his next trap.

There wouldn’t be many traps for the next few months or so, other than a few small ones that Amanda and Mark would be putting on. Only one of them would need Garrett’s touch- he was going to have to put one of them together piece by piece in a motel room.

He was looking forward to the challenge, but that required the trap before it to happen, and that wouldn’t be for at least a month.

So, he worked on his own trap instead.

Honestly, part of him thought it would make more sense for Mark to design and build a trap for Strahm, but he found it rather poetic that it was his job instead. Since they’d met, they had continuously been forced into situations together, one even bad enough that Garrett literally passed out in his arms.

Strahm was growing attached, and Garrett was planning his death.

Some people might call that love.

His focus turned entirely to his plans as he sat down at his desk, surrounded by pieces of scrap metal and small models of traps. Luckily, he already had a plan in mind and didn’t have to sit there and try to figure it out.

The trap was going to be a box that would be placed on his head and quickly fill up with water. Theoretically there should be no escape, which was why it wasn’t his most creative trap. He wasn’t even going to make a tape for him.

He was, however, going to spend as much time as possible on it, in order to ensure that there was no way for him to get out.

Theoretically, of course.

Once he had the plans sketched out and finalized with a design he liked, he got to work on the actual building. He knew he had several months to put it together, but he didn’t want to waste any time.

He knew his little found family got worried when he threw himself into his work like this, but they did the same damn thing so they never said anything. He was pretty sure they worried just because he was the only one that locked himself away when he worked.

Nar still came in on occasion to make sure he was hydrated and not accidentally starving himself, but it was mostly Lawrence checking in on him now that he could walk.

What finally brought him out of the hyperfocus was the sound of a folder hitting his desk, the sound making him flinch.

The perpetrator was Mark, who was now leaning against the desk. “What’s that?” Garrett asked, tilting his head to the side as Mark handed the folder to him.

“That, sweetheart, is the paperwork you need to fill out to become my official specialist, instead of one accepted on my word alone,” Mark explained, gesturing for him to open the file, which he did.

Most of it was already filled out by Mark, leaving only a few black spaces that Garrett needed to fill in. “Man, you wanna be around me that bad?” he joked, but he really did appreciate the work Mark was putting in to let him into crime scenes.

“Just fill out the forms,” Mark shot back, pressing a long kiss to Garrett’s head before leaving the room.

… Maybe a little break would be okay. These forms were probably more time sensitive than the water box, and he’d take any chance he could to get away from his bookstore job.

Besides, all he had to do was sign his name, explain why he was certified to be a specialist, and any criminal history, which he did not have.

The form was finished quickly, and he took the chance to get something to eat while he looked for Mark to return it to him. After that was done, he went right back to his room and got right back to work.

John had only given him two traps to work on, and by god was he going to work on them.

Besides, the faster he got the water box done, the faster he could put together the pieces needed for one of his favourite traps yet.

#story tag: listen closer #self ship fic #self shipping #self insert #scrap.writing #scrap.ships #s/i: garrett whitlock #mark hoffman #lawrence gordon #peter strahm #romantic: 🦿🩺#romantic: ⛓🕵️‍♂️#romantic: 🖊💧#(poly) romantic: ⛓🩺🖊#chapter 14

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A Murderer's Cell

A Prodigal Son fanfic by IzzIsAnAuthor (izzygrace07)

References to memories discussed in 2x03 - "Alma Mater"

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Malcolm's fist pounds against the door as he hyperventilates, body trembling with fear. The closet walls suffocate him without moving an inch. It's such a familiar feeling, the exact one he felt during his time trapped in the janitor's closet at Remington Academy. His rational and irrational thoughts fight for dominance in his head, and right now, the nonsensical ones are winning and fill his mind with death.

It's not like anyone would hear his knocking; it's nearly midnight, and the precinct is empty. The murder case he is investigating is similar to one that went cold thirteen years prior, and he needed to grab those files and run them by their current information. Malcolm hadn't thought much of it when he walked into the closet of old case files and rummaged through a few boxes. He didn't know that the door would close on him, shrouding him in darkness.

Malcolm had frozen immediately, unable to comprehend the situation before him. When reaching blindly for the doorknob, he had been shocked to discover that the knob was missing, leaving only the rose behind. Pushing on the door did nothing, and he didn't have the space he would need to kick it open. With nobody left in the building and the doorknob missing, Malcolm was experiencing his biggest fear first-handed: alone in the darkness, trapped in a box with nobody around to hear his cries for help.

The Remington Incident hadn't been this bad. At the very least, there was minute light that helped him see. Yes, he was dangerously dehydrated, starving, and soaked in his sweat, tears, and urine, but Nicky had been merciful enough to let him see. Now, Malcolm can't help but imagine the same scenario; only now, he'd have to survive those three days with his vision inhibited. Dying in darkness, in pain and disgusted with himself, and with nobody around to find him for days was undoubtedly terrifying.

Eventually, Malcolm's sobs turn into silent tears. He leans his body against the door and continues to knock, not nearly as forceful as before, while his free hand trembles wildly at his side. The resignation takes over much faster than the last time he was stuck like this, taking only a few minutes instead of the first six hours of his Remington captivity. This feeling must be what defeatism is, the feeling of complete resignation. He doesn't experience this very often, only ever falling into it when a killer manages to elude him, manipulating the profile and taunting him as more victims get claimed. During those times, he had Gil, Ainsley, or even Dani talk him through it, reassuring him that everything would turn out fine, that profiling isn't an exact science; Malcolm isn't to blame.

Except he is, so his abusive mind tells him, and this is his punishment. He's let so many lives slip through his fingers because he wasn't good enough, fast enough, or intelligent enough to find the monsters responsible. If he had only said the right thing or noticed the essential details a little sooner, he wouldn't have to watch parents lose their children or kids become orphans. He's killed more people than the Surgeon, the man who he promised never to become. After his father's arrest, Malcolm refused to let himself go down the same path, dedicating his life to saving lives instead of taking them. With how much he's failed, he deserves to wither away in isolation, to rot in this cell, like the murderer he is.

Malcolm takes a couple of steps back and leans against the shelves of case files, sliding down to the floor. Every breath is shaky and laborious. He knows that the room walls are secure in the back of his mind, and he has plenty of oxygen. The precinct would open tomorrow, someone would come into the closet to look for files, and Malcolm would be free from his prison. It's not wishful thinking; it's a fact. Yet, at this moment, all he can see is the ceiling collapsing above him, ready to crush his body under the rubble. His breathing feels too heavy, wasting away his air supply. Worst of all, he imagines the precinct opening tomorrow and having plenty of people present, yet nobody notices that he's missing. Even if they did, it's not like anyone would care enough to look. He could bang on this door for hours and catch their attention; they might even figure out that he's in there. They could leave him locked in the closet like Nicky did, knowing fully well that he's suffering behind the door.

When the door opens and the room floods with light, Malcolm doesn't notice. Tears blur his vision, and all he can hear is his own hyperventilating. His fingernails dig into his wrist, desperate to stop his hand from shaking. Somewhere in the distance, he can make out words, but they're impossible to comprehend.

"Bright? Kid, what happened to you?" The voice is familiar, and Malcolm can almost put a name to its owner. "It's okay, Kid. You're okay. Come on, let's get you in the open. Malcolm, can you hear me?"

His first name is what shocks him back into reality. Nobody at the precinct calls him Malcolm except for two people, and only one of those two calls him Kid.

Malcolm blinks away the tears as much as he can, the blur fading from his sight. It isn't easy to see the man before him, the light from the hall making silhouettes out of his features. However, he can see the outline of facial scruff and well-maintained hair, and the recognition finally sets in.

"Gil," Malcolm breathes. A hand takes his own and gently pulls him to his feet. He staggers, his head spinning from the lightheadedness, and nearly falls over. When the throbbing of his head calms, he nods to show he's okay. Gil places a hand on the back of Malcolm's neck, guiding him out of the closet and into the light of the precinct.

He's led to a random desk nearby, practically throwing himself into the chair. The clean air that comes with the open space is heavenly, as if it is a gift from God himself. Gil grabs another chair and pulls it over to Malcolm, sitting across from him.

"So," Gil starts, "are you gonna tell me what happened, Bright?"

"There's not much to say," Malcolm mumbles, a slight waver to his voice. "I walked in the closet, and the door closed on me. That's it."

Gil sighs. "That's not what I mean."

When they found Malcolm in that closet at Remington, the shame erased any sense of relief. New York society already thinks that the Whitley family is dangerous, and that's just with Doctor Whitley's reputation hanging over his head. Malcolm should have known what Nicky would do, just like he should have known what his father was doing to those women. There are so many horrific things that Malcolm could have prevented, but he didn't because he wasn't good enough.

So, when Malcolm was found three days after Nicky trapped him, he told the doctors and police officers that the door shut on him. It was just a freak accident, and nobody was to blame but himself. With that story, nobody thinks of him as a failure or a weak man.

"...Do you remember when they found me at Remington?" Malcolm asks hesitantly.

Gil nods, his eyebrows furrowing. "You could have died in there," he laments. "I can't believe it took the police three days to find you. It was your damn school! We should have looked there first."

The guilt weighs heavy on Malcolm's shoulders. His disappearance worried so many people, and even now, it's obvious how blameworthy Gil feels about the whole thing. But it's not Gil's job to know that kind of information; that's what Malcolm is supposed to do.

He falls into silence upon hearing Gil's words. The worst thing he can do for Gil is to tell him the truth behind the incident.

"I knew you were claustrophobic," Gil continues, "but I didn't think it was that bad. I haven't seen you cry like that in a long time, Kid."

Malcolm lets out a soft chuckle and directs his gaze to the ground, wiping his palms against his slacks. "That was pretty embarrassing."

He jumps when Gil's hand rests on his knee, squeezing comfortingly. Malcolm glances up and finds Gil watching him with protective eyes. It nearly makes him shrink in his seat, overwhelmed by the sudden change in demeanour.

"Bright, you were traumatised," Gil states. "You were on your death bed. If that happened to me and I had been the one stuck in there, I would have freaked, too."

Malcolm gives a slight nod. He doesn't mean to, but he lets Gil's words go through one ear and out the other. They've been said before by anyone who has ever had the displeasure of seeing him in this state. It's bittersweet to have their sympathy when they have no idea why he's terrified.

"...Nicky Covington." He doesn't hear himself say the name, but he must have, seeing Gil's confused reaction.

"What about him?"

The trembling of Malcolm's hand worsens with the question, and he slams his stable hand over it, squeezing his wrist. Gil grabs both hands and pulls them apart, holding onto them both. It gives Malcolm a sense of security, keeping his mind down on Earth.

"It's okay," Gil says tenderly. "You can tell me, Malcolm." The earnestness in his words makes Malcolm's heart skip a beat. All these years, he's kept the truth behind the Remington incident quiet, choosing to exact revenge on Nicky in such a psychopathtic manner. He should have told Gil the truth back then; Gil would have been there to help him through the shock. He would have gotten Nicky put behind bars, unable to hurt another man.

Instead, he acted as his father would have and tried to kill him. Now, he's tired of having that skeleton in his closet.

"Nicky Covington, he..." Malcolm clears his throat. "The door didn't close on me. He locked me in there when he found out about my father." He looks down shamefully, refusing to meet Gil's eyes. "I lied to the police about the whole thing."

The silence is deafening and sends Malcolm's heart racing. He can feel his pulse clogging his throat, making it difficult to breathe. The usual berating voices he hears are abnormally quiet, waiting anxiously for Gil's reply.

"I know."

Malcolm blinks a few times and intelligently replies, "...What?"

"Kid, did you think I didn't investigate at Remington after they found you?" Gil says incredulously, shaking his head. "The janitor was bribed by the Covington family to lie about the locks. They didn't automatically lock like he said they did; an outside force would have to do it. They paid off the courts to keep quiet, of course, but at the very least, I got a good idea of what happened." He sighs, rubbing his thumbs over Malcolm's hands. "You know you're not The Surgeon, right?"

Malcolm nods halfheartedly. "I know. I do, really, but... Those women--"

Out of his peripheral, he sees Gil lean forward, trying to catch his eye. "You were a kid, Bright. No kid wants to believe their dad is a bad guy. It wasn't your job to catch him; it was ours, and we did."

When Malcolm opens his mouth to argue, Gil sticks up a finger, silencing him. "As a consultant for Major Crimes, you're bound to see people die. It's just a fact. But when you see people die, Malcolm, you want to catch the killer and lock them away. That's what makes you different from Martin Whitley; you do your job to protect people from criminals like him."

Malcolm feels a smile forming on his face. He squeezes Gil's hands. "Thanks, Gil."

Gil stands up, pulling Malcolm up with him. "It's late. We've got a case to work on tomorrow, so get some sleep, alright?"

"Never," Malcolm says, beaming. He may not believe Gil's words to the fullest, but at the very least, he can try to accept them: he isn't the Surgeon. He's Malcolm Bright, and he isn't to blame for what happened to him.

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