#gonna keep the door open if I manage to read or learn anything about her to put in the comic as a fun reference but screentime?? Nah

[operationlove]

Since you mentioned that Sage was in the comic's is belle the tinkerer gonna be mentioned or brought up?

(even though she technically wouldn't count I guess)

She is not gonna show up in the comic no, I actually haven't read any media with her so I don't know her character very well but she is cute!!

[heyhihellosworld]

𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁

Rúben Dias x reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Ruben where adamant to keep your relationship out of work but things don't always go according to plan.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst

Notes: First one I post about Ruben but kinda liked it even though it's kinda messy and all over the place.

"Is Y/N in today?"

Lucy shook her head with a crooked grin, trying to bite in a smug smile "She will come in an hour or so" she proceeded to tell the Portuguese who nodded.

"Don't make things up Lucy" he muttered but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh I am surely not Mr Dias" she smiled back, sitting back on her desk chair as he straightened up "Well, have a good day" he mumbled before hurrying up the stairs.

You knew you were late as you rushed through the entrance of the building, out of breath and stressed out.

"A certain someone asked for you this morning" Lucy grinned as you stopped at her reception desk. Hands full of your working bag, gym bag and files that you needed to go through after failed attempts at doing it during the weekend.

"Who?" you questioned, putting the bags down on the ground as you breathed heavily, being late to work was a bad habit but it did make your fitness better.

"Who do you think?" Lucy chuckled, folding her arms over her chest like it was the most obvious answer.

"Uh-uh Ruben?"

"Ding ding ding" she grinned, tapping her finger on the desk in tact with the sounds she did.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the little smile that tugged at your mouth. "Don't give me that look"

"I'm not giving you anything I am just asking you a question and pointing out something obvious"

You shook your head, warning her to continue. "I'm gonna go work, see you for lunch?" you hummed, picking up your bags and starting of to the stairs while she laughed at you "Don't try to hide the truth!" she shouted tempting you to flick her off behind your back but you held back and settled in your office. Putting the bags on the small chair by the door before settling in the spacey room which you proudly called your office.

Working as a PR manager for Manchester City had been a dream so far. Only being on the post for a month short you still had a lot to adjust to and a lot to learn but it had all been going great so far. Finding new friends by the staff and also befriending a few of the players. It was your dream job and landing it at your age was a dream in itself.

You spent the morning working through files of different events and matches. Writing player profiles and interview-templates.

The clock was about eleven when a knock made you stop and welcome the person inside.

"It's open" The door shot open and Ruben appeared, his small smile and two coffee cups in his hands making you smile widely.

"Hi, I know it's pretty late but thought you might want some coffee" You couldn't help but smile foolishly big as the Portuguese sat down the coffee at your desk. "Thank you Ruben, it's very nice" "So.... what are you doing?" he questioned, peeking over your shoulder to get a look at your files.

"Well, right now I am writing some files for Nick to pass on to Lucy and Pep regarding the Christmas event and this is your player profile template" "Wow okay, didn't really get that.. wait, that's mine?"

"Mhm"

"What does it say?" he questioned and you chuckled at him, turning to look at him briefly before opening the file up to full screen, showing him the template.

"It's basically empty. I'm gonna have to go around and fill in this information later on, some of it will probably be filmed and all but I have just filled in the basics so far, like your name, birthday, birthplace and so on"

"Mhm" he hued as his eyes scanned the document. He looked ridicolously good regardless what he was doing, it was beginning to become almost a little bit annoying, like how could someone be so beutidul only doing something so simple as reading.

"Are you supposed to know my favorite movie?" he grinned at you, meeting your eyes. "Well I don't know Mr Diaz, are you supposed to know how I look naked? I don't think so but still you do" you mused back, grinning at him as he huffed. His hands rested on the desk, next to you as he leant forward, head tiling to the left to watch you.

"Don't put those images in my head" "You are not getting anything here, it's workspace" you muttered, turning back to your computer and continuing filling in some information in his profile.

"Favorite snack?

"Isn't this supposed to be filmed?" he questioned, "Well maybe but I should start posting this before we can even proceed with the filming so I need to get a few done before, well most of them plus these are not great interview questions"

Ruben hummed, reading through the page now open on your screen as you were thinking.

"Is Jack still here?"

Ruben tilted his head and tutted in disapproval "why would you want him?" You couldn't help but to chuckle at him "Because I want to post his profile?" "Why not mine?"

"Well because I think it would be better to post his first. He is a very popular player and his transfer was a really big publicity thing so I feel like it would get attention to the series of profiles that will occur"

"Post mine first" he grumbled, shaking his head at you while you chuckled "Come on, let me do my work and go find Jack for me"

"I will not"

"Okay, fine. Then I will go myself" you said, standing up from the chair and walking around the table, looking over your shoulder to smirk at his grumpy expression.

"Stop" he grunted as you reached the door, you stopped and turned to him with a smirk. "What? Can't I do my job?" you teased but he only shook his head at you, beckoning you over to him. "You can but right now you can not go and look for Jack" "Why not?" You laughed but still walking to him until you stood chest to chest.

His eyes had that fire they always held when he was in the mood but you had been strict in your rule that no sexual acts where gonna take place at work.

You had already broken that rule twice, once in the changing room after a red-card and another time in the media room after a dinner party.

But you were still adamant on trying to keep it as much as possible. "You shouldn't be so bratty" he murmured. You looked up at him with a chuckle "I am not bratty Ruben, I am trying to do my work and I think Jack is a great player to start with for the profiles and people love him. He is hot, strong and a great player" you teased.

He grunted at that, pushing you against the desk. "Don't stand here and say Jack is hot or you will have a problem"

"Hmm" you hummed as response, feigning thinking. "He is" "Stop"

You couldn't help but to chuckle at him as you patted his chest reassuringly.

Ruben didn't find it funny though. Grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up on the table, standing in-between your thighs and pressing up against you.

"You say one more thing and you will be in trouble" he hissed, pressing his fingers into your thighs. You hummed slightly mockingly, sticking your tongue out from the corner of your lips with a smirk on your face.

"You're just such a brat sometimes" he muttered, pushing your skirt up until it pooled around your waist. He roughly pulled your legs apart and pushed his hand into your panties. You let out a gasp at the rough treatment but you loved it.

Ruben stood with his back against the door, blocking what he was doing with his fingers from any intruders.

"Gonna make you cum in your office and then maybe you will stop being such a brat and maybe stop talking about fucking Jack" His fingers started to rub at your clit. You bit your lip tightly, trying to conceal any sounds that threatened to come out.

Two of his fingers plunged into you starting to pump furiously and making it impossible to stay quiet.

"Ruben" you whined, begging him to slow down. Pressing your face into his chest to try to conceal your moans and whines when he didn't. "Please stop. I can't keep quite" you whined, rocking against his hand.

"Try harder Gathina" he murmured against the shell of your ear, his hot breath trailing down your neck.

He switched between slamming them in and out of you and hooking them against your spot, his thumb never leaving your clit. It felt electric and you knew you would be close within minutes.

Your legs started to shake as you neared your orgasm, the sounds being louder and louder and in the end even Ruben decided it was too much, trying to muffle them with kisses. Swallowing all of your sounds. "You're so close aren't you" he smirked at you chuckling as all you could do was nod.

Just as you were right there a knock echoed through the room before the door swung open. Ruben detached his mouth from yours in shock making you let out a loud moan as you were so so so close to orgasm. Desperately trying to move away from his fingers as you heard the door open.

"Oi! What the fuck!" Jack screeched out quickly exiting the office and closing the door, standing outside the door, waiting until you were ready.

"Ruben stop!" you whined but he continued, only a few more pumps of his fingers was all you needed to release biting your lips so hard they almost bled to not moan too loud for Jack's ears.

You tried to calm down, get your breathing under control and when you did you panicked. "Ruben what the fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" You whined, watching as he licked his fingers clean before placing his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

"Calm down y/n it was only Jack it's okay" "It's not okay! You are not gonna fired for this but I am!" You argued, gathering your bag and computer before hurrying out of the door. ignoring Rubens call of your name.

You opened the door to find Jack scratching his neck but a grin plastered on his face. You turned to him, pointing a finger at him "One word about this Grealish, and i'm talking about anything. One fucking word and you are dead"

Jack's eyes wiedened as you stormed off down the halls.

He whistled as he walked into the office where Ruben still stood, closing the door behind him.

"Soooo" Jack chuckled, pursing his lips at his teammate who mirrored his smile and chuckle. "What did I interrupt" "Nothing" Ruben hummed, shaking his head. "Nothing pft, that's bullshit you were fingering her on her office desk!" Jack burst, eyes wide and voice high.

"Okay okay, but seriously. You cannot say anything to anybody. If you do she can honestly loose her job"

"Hey, I won't but if you wanna keep it a secret ya know, maybe don't finger her in the office" he advised, walking towards the door. "Tell her I will meet her tomorrow and talk about the module she have done" he tilled, grinning as he walked out of the door.

Ruben sighed, taking the spare key from the drawer and locking the door behind him as he made his way down the stair. He was done for the morning, having a break until three when training was taking place again. "Hey Lucy have you seen y/n?" he questioned as he walked down the stairs.

Lucy looked up at the man, a slightly nervous look on her face "Uh, she, I"

"Lucy" Ruben deadpanned, knowing she knew exactly where you were.

"She just left home but she didn't want me to tell you that"

Ruben sighed "Thank you Lucy, I won't tell on you"

She nodded in appreciation as he quickly walked towards his car.

--

When Ruben unlocked the door to your apartment you were sitting on the sofa, lazy watching tv as you worked with your files. You knew who it was the second you heard the lock rustle.

"I don't want any visitors" You shouted towards the hallway but you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your mouth. The time on your sofa had made you calm down slightly, knowing Jack would never tell on you.

"Shut up" Ruben chuckled, stopping in the doorway to look at you, his arm resting against the frame and a crooked grin on his face. "Sorry for running" you hummed, settling your computer aside as he approached you. Leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't risk your job like that"

"Well I appreciate that but it's not like I didn't willingly spread my legs for you" you hummed jokingly. "Well no but still" Ruben smiled, settling down next to you on the sofa.

"It's all okay, we just need to talk about a solution. I don't wanna have to hide us forever"

"We will find a solution" he nodded in agreement, kissing your lips again, just as soft and loving.

[kamisatomay018]

My Saviour: Part 2

Warning: mentions of emotionally abusive parents, a little slow burn, very fluff!

I’m gonna update this series very soon because I hate cliffhangers and I’d hate to leave everyone reading this on a cliffhanger too haha! Enjoy!

The morning sun shone through the windows, indicating the beginning of a new day, and the day your life would be ruined forever, this time by the hands of a stranger. You hadn’t slept all night, simply staring out at the sea while silent tears had rolled down your cheeks. Whatever had you done to deserve such a fate? Perhaps only the electro archon would know.

An hour later you were sitting on a chair, your eyes dull and lifeless while maids fussed around you, fixing your kimono and hair constantly to make sure you looked like “the perfect noble lady”; an order they had received from your parents.

It was safe to say that inazuma had been shocked to hear about a marriage in the Hiragi clan, some even surprised about the fact that you even existed and were being married off at such a young age. The Hiragi estate was decorated with Sakura blooms and all sorts of flowers. After all, your parents had to make a good impression in front of those noblemen.

You looked up at the door opening which snapped you out of your daze, seeing Chisato walk in. You put up a fake smile, bowing to her as she was the heir of the Kanjou Commission and older than you. Although you were cousins, you both weren’t that close. She was a very kind person though, and you had been delighted to know that she had found love in Kujou Kamaji.

“Your parents are calling for you Y/N, it’s time..” you heard the sadness and pity in her voice, she knew this arrange marriage was against your wishes yet she was helpless, she could not change the decision of your parents. You nodded, taking your fan and took one last glance at yourself. In your eyes, you looked unrecognisable, as if a shadow of your own self. Your eyes were full of sorrow, your dimpled smile could not be seen. At long last, your parents had managed to completely snatch every last bit of your happiness away.

Going downstairs, you saw your parents waiting for you. “Finally you have arrived, have you no sense of time? Such important noblemen are coming all the way here for you. Learn to be grateful!” You heard your father’s harsh voice say, making you look down and bow apologetically. “Forgive me father..”

“Forgive you? Never. Now the least you can do is behave properly in front of them, and keep our reputation intact” You nodded silently in response, not having the energy to say anything back.

He scoffed shaking his head and walked away from you with your mother, as you tried to control the tears welling up in your eyes. Soon, all the preparations were done and you were standing beside your parents, hidden behind a screen through which you could see outside, but no once could see you. It had been just 5 minutes and you heard footsteps approaching. Your heartbeat accelerated uncomfortably, as you took a slow deep breath, once again accepting the fact that this is how your life would forever be ruined.

You then saw a tall and extremely handsome man walk inside the house, guided by the guards. He smiled while thanking them, and you felt as if his beauty had trapped you in a trance. His blue hair fell gracefully on his shoulder from one side, his aura was authoritative yet so gentle at the same time. His attire was elegant and suited him perfectly. His posture was immaculate, his walk was confident and dignified. He looked very young, close to your age in fact. You had never seen him, but Oh Archons, what a strikingly handsome man he was. Was he here to seek your hand in marriage? And moreover, just who was he?

“L..lord Kamisato? What brings you here to our humble abode?” Your mother asked, and your heart skipped a beat, although you kept your composure, now feeling thankful for the screen which hid you. Lord Kamisato was here? Had Ayaka forced her brother to save your life? No, he didn’t deserve such a fate, he was only 25 and had never shown any interest in a relationship according to Ayaka. You had so many questions, yet no answers. You kept quiet, watching him talk to your parents.

“Oh Greetings Lady Hiragi. I came to know that your daughter is interested in getting married through the notices you had prepared. As it happens, I would be honoured to court her and make her my wife.” You felt your heart beat louder hearing those words. They seemed…genuine, but how could you be sure? You had never even met each other, so why was the Yashiro Commissioner taking such a step?

“I..oh! Uhm…we weren’t aware you were interested in our daughter Lord Kamisato..” you heard your father say.

“Why is that Sir? Any and every nobleman would be honoured to have your daughter by their side, after all, her reputation exceeds expectations. Forgive me for being so bold, but why do I sense so much hesitation? Am I to understand that..I’m uninvited here?”

Your eyes widened at these words. No one had dared to talk to your parents in such a manner, and you had never seen your parents look so timid and scared in the presence of another noble. But well, he was the Yashiro Commissioner after all. Honestly, seeing the panic settling in your parents’ expressions was way too satisfying to watch.

“No no! Please forgive us Lord Kamisato, we are honoured that you are interested in our daughter!” Your mother covered for her husband hurriedly, making you chuckle silently. It was a blatant lie, they were not happy that he was here. Ayato was just something else, the way he had so respectfully managed to scare your parents left you in awe.

“Ah, that’s a relief to hear. Then when can I have the honour of meeting her?” You heard him say, and you noticed the way his voice softened, almost becoming tender now. “Oh right away Lord Kamisato! Y/N! Come out now!” Ayato had a slight frown after hearing the way your father called you, because he knew well enough that you were right behind the screen as per the traditions, and your father’s tone was harsh and commanding. No worries, very soon he was going to get you out of this prison.

You composed yourself, opening your fan holding it in front of your face as you stepped outside, and finally after all these years, Ayato saw you in real life. He felt his heart beat in happiness as he looked at you; Archons, you were even prettier than the pictures. He had a gentle smile on his face as he looked at you bowing in greeting.

“Greetings Lord Kamisato, I am Hiragi Y/N. it is an honour to have you at our humble estate. I sincerely thank you for taking the effort of coming all the way to Ritou..” You then looked at him, and removed your fan, letting him see your face.

Ayato was awestruck at the beauty he saw in front of him. You were ravishing, your beauty was unlike anyone else’s. Your voice was soft and melodious, and he knew he was already in love with you. He smiled even wider, and to the shock of everyone in the room, he bowed back to you; a gesture noblemen would rarely make towards a woman.

“The pleasure is all mine Lady Hiragi. You are even more beautiful than the words I’ve heard.” You felt yourself blush a little as you looked into his eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of lavender, and you now realised that his clothes matched his eye colour. He was drawing you in already, his presence was magnetic. But you still were reserved, for you had many questions that needed an answer. He then looked at your parents, and once again you noticed the change in the tone of his voice, which now changed from gentle to authoritative.

“I do hope you wouldn’t mind if I could spend some time alone with your daughter, I would like to get to know her more.” Your parents didn’t dare to deny his request, and he then looked at you again, his eyes and voice so gentle for you as he held his arm out in invitation. “Shall we, my lady?” You smiled, placing your hand on his arm gently, instantly feeling this unknown warmth taking over your body. “I would be honoured My lord..”

[exo-lovestay]

Smoke

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt comfort???

Group/member: Stray kids Changbin

Summary: Changbin found out an old habit returned, breaking a promise you had sworn to keep.

Warnings: mentions of neglect/abuse, mentions of drugs, let me know if there’s anything else

Note: this was finished and partly proofread at like 3 am so if it has some problems we are gonna pretend it doesn’t lol

The headline stared back at you. You’d hoped you’d never see it. “Man released early on good behavior.” You scoffed, you wondered who he had to sleep with to make that happen. Your parents were two of a kind, truly, both addicts, one physically abusive, the other too damn high to tell the bruises he left on your skin weren’t birth marks. You’d left the second you had enough of an income to justify it. Over the years your mom had made attempts at getting sober, if that’s what you could call it, only to call you asking to meet up and make amends as reason yo butter you up for money. She always defended your father, saying she didn’t remember him hitting you and that you had an overactive imagination. She could tell that to the scars you still had. And she could kiss your ass while she was at it.

Your father had been arrested a few years ago for drug charges and assault. Of course god forbid they arrest him for child abuse when you spoke up once to a teacher. You learned fast to take care of yourself and trust no one.

So the fact that Changbin had weasled his way into your life, that still left you confused as hell. You didn’t even realize it had happened until he was halfway moved in. The two of you just worked, regardless of the fact that you were from two different lifestyles and backgrounds, it just worked. Somehow he took a hyper independent girl with enough baggage to fill an airplane and take over a space so big in her heart that if he had left, she wasn’t sure she would have a heart at all.

You barely heard the front door of your apartment click open,your head spinning, ‘Right on time.’ You thought as you rose form your bed.

“I’m home!” Changbin sang from the living room, you rounded the corner and watched as his smile took over his face. You smiled back, for moment you could feel the weeks traumas and pains pause.

“How was work?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him.

“I don’t think i have enough words to describe it. Hard but productive and rewarding.” He chuckled.

“So the usual?”

“Pretty much, how was your day?” He placed a kiss on your forehead and then another on your mouth. His brow furrowed.

“Boring, I’m about-“

“Have you been smoking?” He cut you off. He kissed you again and you knew you were screwed. Of course you forgot to brush your teeth or hell, chew gum or something to mask it. He pulled away from you slightly, his eyes mixed with so many emotions you couldn’t get a read on what he felt but you knew he was not thrilled. You looked away from him nervously, biting your lip. You couldn’t lie to him but confessing was almost worse.

“Don’t lie to me. You promised this wasn’t happening again.” He stated. You could feel his fingers dig slightly into your hips as he awaited your response.

“It was just one cigarette, babe, it’s not a big deal.” You managed pathetically. He’s right, you did promise. But when shit curb stomps you sometimes you cope how you can.

“Not a big deal?!” His voice seemed to echo through the apartment, “Y/n you know damn well it is. Your doctor made it painfully clear how much of a risk it is for you to smoke anything and yet you apparently didn’t fuckin care. You are so lucky it didn’t trigger you.”

He pulled away and rested his head in his hands lightly, his palms rubbing his eyes as it processed.

“Well it didn’t trigger me.” You said bluntly. You knew how he felt on this but what would he know? He’s never had to handle the plate you have. He would be smoking too if the roles were reversed. “I just wanted to take the edge off, just lay off ok?”

He whirled around to you, “Lay off?? Last time you had an asthma attack that put you on a ventilator, and you want me to fucking lay off?!” His voice boomed now. You flinched as it hit your ears. Thinking back you aren’t sure you had ever seen him this angry, not at you at least. You felt your blood run cold at his volume, but your heart pounded and your brain did flips trying form a coherent response.. The two of you never fought like this, hearing his tone stung hard. You knew it wasn’t from the same place, you knew he wasn’t the others, he wasn’t your parents, they wouldn’t even come close to him..

“You aren’t obligated to care, Changbin. Things change, shit happens and god forbid i smoke one cigarette to process the shit show that is my life. Have you considered that the asthma isn’t the worst thing to have happened to me.”

“Have you considered that this isn’t just about you? You aren’t the only one being affected by your actions. There’s no obligation to care, I will whether you like it or not.” You knew he was right, every inch of you did but tell that to your fight or flight. Arguements set you off, years of abuse had changed the function of your brain and he knew this, and so the words he said didn’t matter when all you could think was ‘How fast can I put this wall up and run?’

You checked your watch, “you know what? I don’t have time for this. I have to go to work.” You said. He stopped when he saw your eyes. Even if your tone was frozen solid and your face unwavering your eyes had a fear he hadn’t seen before. He watched as you grabbed your keys and your bag and went fkr the door.

“Y/n wait,” he followed, his tone softer, “let me drive you.”

“Why, so you can smell the smoke on me more? I think I’ll just walk. Or will that trigger me too?” You internally punched yourself. You hadn’t spit venom like this to him. You slammed the door behind you, not pausing to look at him because you knew what you said was against everything you worked for as a couple. You had worked so hard to learn to communicate better, he helped you understand him and gave you the words you needed to advocate for yourself when you felt trapped.

But now? You knew you crossed a line. You fucked up. He was right and you knew it, how selfish could you have been to have risked your health instead of just telling him these things. Honestly you forgot you even smoked it. Your brain was so clouded that your body worked on auto pilot. Your mother had always come to find you when her parole was up. What was stopping your father?

But Changbin didn’t know that. How could he? It was your job to communicate these things and instead you put yourself at risk and snapped. Last time you smoked you almost died and he had to care for you. You knew how terrified he had been, so why was that not taken into consideration when you put the cigarette to your lips?

You shook as you walked. He had standards for his relationships, he always said he knew when to leave and when something stopped serving him. Any sane person would leave you now too.

Surprisingly you weren’t that late to work. Thankfully your coworkers seemed to know you weren’t in the mood to talk so they didn’t pry despite your entire demeanor being off. You worked harder today than you probably ever had. Once you had kicked smoking, pouring yourself into your work was your coping mechanism of choice whenever shit hit the fan. You weren’t a bad worker on good days by any means, but today your boss told you more than once that you had exceeded any expectations they could have set. On a good day this would have thrilled you but today it fell on deaf ears and a numb heart.

It went fast though. Your shift came and went, you clocked out and as you stepped out under the front awning you cursed under your breath. It was pouring rain. You didn’t think to grab an umbrella in your haste, Changbin always picked you up from work unless he had something come up but he would always arrange a ride. He never let you walk home, especially not in the rain and especially not at night. But why would he come now? With the way you spoke to him, you half expected him to have packed and left. After all, everyone else you had been with had done so, even if you weren’t the one yelling in the first place. Sometimes, when some had stayed, you wish they left instead.

Tears stung your eyes, god you had fucked up. Finally you had someone who poured into you without expecting anything. Someone who listened and was gentle and cared. For a good while you felt like you were being pranked, because really, your track record of shit stains is short but brutal. Most didn’t get physical but they didn’t have too. It’s like half were personally trained to scar you in the most effective way. But changbin took those scars and turned them into little strokes of art. He healed parts you hadn’t realized were broken and filled spots you didn’t know where empty. Sure, th two of you had argued before, every couple has, but early on he made it clear what he expected in a disagreement and what you should expect of him. He didn’t yell, which if you knew Changbin, his normal volume was set to “annoy the hard of hearing” but the second the tone was serious, he handled it softly. He expressed how he felt, he listened to you and repeated it back to make sure he understood right. He taught you how to communicate with respect. Through him your fight or flight turned off for the first time, well, ever.

You knew he was different. But he had his limits too. And he deserved far better than what you had to offer. He shouldn’t be with someone who makes him worry like this. Who puts themselves at risk for serious medical emergencies just because they lack self control and healthy coping. And he certainly doesn’t deserve to be treated how he was.

So when your eyes met his across the parking lot you froze. He stood there leaning against his black car, an umbrella in hand. He smiled softly and jogged lightly over to meet you.

“You came?” You said, your voice mixed with surprise, confusion and relief. His brow furrowed slightly at your question, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Y/n of course I came, i always do. You think I’d let you walk home when it’s raining enough to swim in?” He chucked lightly. His eyes scanned over your face. You could see the tiredness in his eyes and the stress written in his features.

“But after everything I said to you, after how i treated you … why did you stay?” Your eyes avoided his, you knew you wouldn’t last if you looked at him.

“Why did I stay?! Babe did you think I was going to leave just because you yelled at me?” He asked, rubbing circles into your jacket. He sighed deeply, “I know you well enough to know that there’s something else going on I don’t know about. Or I didn’t at least. I found the article on the bed when I went to change.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. You forgot to hide it before you left. Changbin knew your past, but you still hated when he saw it. It was messy and ugly and hard to deal with and embarrassing as hell.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, why was he the one apologizing, “I know how hard that must have hit you. It’s no wonder you cracked.” His hand cupped your cheek and you leaned in involuntarily.

“Anyone in their right mind would have left me by now.” You blurted, hot tears escaped your eyes that fixated anywhere but him.

“Hey look at me,” he said softly, his hand guiding your jaw gently. His eyes were soft and warm, a deep furrow n his brow that you knew he did when you were particularly upset at something and he couldn’t beat the shit out of it. “Let me make this clear, even if i hadn’t found the article, I’d have stayed. Even if your dad showed up again and pissed on my clothes I’d have stayed. Even if you chain smoked an entire pack and wound up in the hospital, I’d have glued myself to you and then handed your ass to you on a platter when you got better, but I’d have stayed. Your baggage doesn’t scare me Y/n, neither does your temper or trauma responses. Losing you does. The second i tasted that smoke I felt like i was back in the hospital with the nurses trying to gently tell me that the combo of the asthma attack you had and the residue smoke in your lungs sent them in to overdrive and now you weren’t breathe on your own.” His thumb wiped a tear from your cheek, his own eyes threatening to break. “My biggest fear is losing you. It’s sounds so cliche but i was starting to pick where your grave plot would be and how to reserve two so I’d be with you. I’m in this with you more than I’ll ever be able to tell you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and cried softly and he rested his against yours. “Do you believe me?”

You nodded softly, “I am so sorry I yelled at you. And for saying what I said. I should have just told you when i found out. And i know better than to smoke, i just had found a pack with two left at the wrong moment and caved. I had no idea what else to, it felt so overwhelming to even think of his being out. My head was spinning, but that doesn’t mean i Can treat you like my dad would when he got bad news.”

“You aren’t your father, baby, never have you ever shown him in you. It’s a miracle someone like you can come from those two. I should have asked what brought you to that point before jumping to conclusions and yelling first. I know you wouldn’t have done it normally. I’m sorry too.” You placed a few quick kisses onto his lips and wrapped your arms around him, causing him to lace his free arm around the small of your back and pull you to him.

“I will never be able to show you how incredible you are, but I’ll die trying Changbin.” You smiled, even in the dark you could see his cheeks turn pink. “I love you an ungodly amount.”

“I love you too.” He kissed you, “i understand if you aren’t ready to talk about this yet, and I’ll understand with anything like this, but always find me and lean on me. You are safe with me ok?”

“Ok.” You chuckled, “Let’s go home?”

“Let’s go home,”

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Altair and Ivetta's Catacomb Adventure

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

Sooooo this was originally gonna be a fill for Whumptober 2022. Obviously that did not happen. But this has been in my head for literal years as vague ideas and impressions, and I wanted to get it out before we start getting into the endgame for this story. Hopefully yall like it!

Contains: Magic, undead, almost-possession, threats/blackmail, angst, complicated relationships, some blood

~~~

It was less than a week after he and Elze’ith parted ways that a knock came at his door.

That in and of itself wasn’t too unusual; sometimes locals sought him and Elze’ith out for the help that they offered. But this sound was far sharper and more insistent than the polite knocking he was used to. Having learned to trust his instincts, Altair approached the door warily and opened it slowly, keeping one hand at the ready to summon his flames if needed.

He wasn’t sure who he was expecting, but Ivetta Vernier definitely wasn’t at the top of that list. Flames danced from his fingertips as his gaze sharpened into a glare. “What are you doing here?”

Her flat expression didn’t change. “Lord Denholm has a task for you, Altair Buchannan.”

“Tell him I’m not interested,” he said, already starting to close the door. Lord Denholm already had Elze’ith; he didn’t need anything else from them.

Ivetta’s foot caught the door before it could fully close. “The Lord of the Valley would like to remind you,” she said, still impassive, “That your partner is staying in Castle Tergoria, and your refusal would reflect poorly on him.”

Ice flooded Altair’s veins. He didn’t know why he didn’t expect this. It wasn’t enough to Lord Denholm to keep them apart, to have Elze’ith alone and isolated and at his mercy. No, Elze’ith also had to be a hostage to keep Altair in line. And it was going to work, because Altair wasn’t going to do anything to make things worse for Elze’ith. Not before he was able to get Elze’ith out.

He set his jaw. “Right. What does he want?”

“There have been some problems with undead in the catacombs. He thinks you’d do a good job at taking care of it.”

Undead. He could do that. He’d do better if Elze’ith were here, but he could manage on his own. “Okay. Give me the location, and I’ll head out later today.”

Ivetta’s face didn’t change, but somehow she still gave off an air of disapproval. “You’re not going alone. I’m going with you.”

He tried and failed not to scowl. “I don’t need your help.”

“Well, you’re getting it.” Her tone brokered no argument. “Pack your things— we’ll be there a while, so make sure you have enough supplies. We leave in ten minutes.”

---

“So what’s the story of this place?”

The entrance to the catacombs seemed to be a natural cave, but several hundred feet in it began to show signs of deliberate tunneling— too smooth, too straight, no stalactites or stalagmites. The site was old, though, that much he could tell. He wondered if it was connected to the ruins he and Elze’ith had found earlier.

Ivetta barely glanced back at him. “Does it matter?”

He didn’t know why he expected anything other than dismissiveness. Ivetta didn’t seem like the type to be interested in history the way Elze’ith was. But idle curiosity aside— “It’ll be easier to handle the undead here if I know what to expect. Undead born of different magic and circumstances don’t act the same way.”

He still couldn’t quite see her face from where she was two paces ahead of him, but he could have sworn her demeanor relaxed ever so slightly. “Can’t say I know the whole story. But the tombs here go back millenia. Easier than trying to bury bodies through two feet of snow. Doesn’t stop the undead problem, though. Lord Denholm thinks it has something to do with the leyline. Prolonged exposure causing reanimation.”

A leyline, hm? It had been a while since he had looked at any arcane maps, but he did think he remembered something about a leyline running through this region. That amount of ambient magic could definitely disturb the dead. Might even be why there were so many monsters in the area.

He had a feeling that it wasn’t the whole story. The dead typically didn’t just reanimate themselves, even with a lot of magic to draw from. Usually there was something more at work. But if Ivetta was being so cagey about it, Altair had a feeling Lord Denholm had some part to play in it. Which meant animus was likely a key factor.

“Gotcha. Good to know.” He kept a careful watch at the firelight flickering on the walls, but there was no writing, no carvings, no signs of the tombs they were entering into yet. “Anything I should keep in mind as we’re going through? I don’t want to disrespect this place.”

“No. There’s no point. The dead don’t care, and they’re the only ones who are here to see.”

---

No heraldry or adornment signaled the passageway opening up into the first chamber of the catacombs. The walls merely gave way to open space, the torches suddenly unable to illuminate all of the darkness as Altair and Ivetta lingered at the threshold. Rows upon rows of caskets laid before them, weathered with age and yet seeming timeless in their stillness.

Nothing moved. There was no wind, no sound. For a moment, it seemed even the firelight paused to observe the aura of stagnation.

Then, a pulse of energy, so subtle Altair wouldn’t have noticed it were it not for the chill that ran down his spine. That sense of wrongness was the only thing that allowed him to jump back in time as a specter, formless and screaming, rushed forward with indistinct hands reaching out to grab and seize and cling.

Fire leapt from his fingertips as instinctively as the muttered curse left his lips. The heat and light made the specter shriek; a single, well-placed swing of Ivetta’s sword dissipated it entirely.

Simple. Easy. Almost too much so. It didn’t escape Altair, based on how hazy it was, how old and weak and desperate the specter was. It had been down here a long, long time, evidently. He almost felt bad for it, wasting away until it forgot any remnant of what it had once been.

But Ivetta was already walking forward. “C’mon. There’s more where that came from.”

---

A faint tugging at the back of his mind as they set up camp made Altair’s heart leap.

He knew that magic, almost as well as his own. He’d been waiting for it ever since he staggered back to his and Elze’ith’s cabin, all alone. He had started to wonder if it would never come. And while this wasn’t an ideal time, he was too happy that Elze’ith was finally reaching out to him to care.

Heart racing with excitement, he started digging through his pack. Some polished metal would give him the reflection he needed to talk to his partner again, to make sure Elze’ith was okay, to figure out what they needed to do next. He just needed to—

“What are you doing?”

Altair whirled around. Ivetta was standing over him, face stern. Gods, he hadn’t even noticed her approach, with how focused he was on Elze’ith. The pull still thrummed in the back of his mind, and he scowled at her for interrupting. “None of your business.”

“I think it is my business.”

“I’m not going to stab you or anything. Just—“ and he stood, pack in hand, because he needed to not be talking to her right now, he needed to be talking to Elze’ith—

But Ivetta caught his arm, and didn’t let go when he tried to pull away. “No. You’re going to stay here.”

“Let. Go.” Why did she care so much? It’s not as if she knew what he was trying to do.

Did she?

“No.” There was a dangerous edge in Ivetta’s voice. “Now sit down before you do something that will get both of us killed.”

Elze’ith’s call pulsed once again in his mind, and Altair scoffed a bit hysterically. “You really want me to believe that—“

Ivetta’s grip on his arm tightened. Her other hand drifted towards the sword on her belt. The careful tension in her posture said more than words ever could.

Altair swallowed, but let his bag fall. “Fine.” He could wait. It hurt, but if he had to bide his time until Ivetta was distracted, or even better, asleep, then so be it. He could do that.

Hopefully Elze’ith could, too.

---

After what felt like an eternity and no time at all, the connection with Elze’ith withered and faded. Altair wasn’t sure if he wanted to strangle Ivetta or just curl up and sob.

The damn woman never went to sleep. Even after the fire turned to embers and then ash, he never heard her relax from her watchful position or her breathing even out into slumber. No chance arose for him to slip away and connect with his partner, or even to chase his own rest.

The stillness and silence and utter darkness was just so utterly disheartening.

Ivetta lit a torch; Altair scowled at the light, or maybe just at her. “Get ready. We need to get moving again.”

---

Chills ran up and down Altair’s spine as they scoured the catacombs, not entirely due to the cold. Trepidation lingered on the edge of his awareness, had him tensely jumping at every wayward flicker of their torches. Spirits and specters couldn’t always possess the living, and they didn’t always try. And while under normal circumstances, he would be confident in his abilities to repel such efforts from weakened spirits like the ones they were facing, he couldn’t say he was anymore.

He tried to tell himself it was a rational fear, based on the damage the demon might have done to his soul’s defenses while he had been previously possessed. That was all it was.

Somehow, though, it wasn’t the incorporeal undead they spent the day returning to their rest. Instead they were met with skeletons, their flesh having long since sloughed off their bones, magic holding their forms together in visible networks of not-quite-nerves and veins. It would have been incredible to see, were it not so horrifying.

Those streams of magic, though, weren’t able to withstand a well-placed blow from Ivetta’s sword.

“Do you even need me?” Altair’s voice was flat, but there was an undercurrent of anxiety to it. “You seem to have this well-handled.”

“It would be foolish to go in alone,” Ivetta said, sheathing her blade. “And the undead won’t be this fragile the further in we go. Now come on. We should find a place to make camp.”

---

The call came again that night after they had settled down to sleep.

Altair wasn’t even sure if he was still awake. The fire had long gone out, leaving the catacombs pitch black and achingly cold. He could have just as easily been asleep, been dreaming, been yearning for his partner to reach out again. But the world was solid and the air was crisp in a way that told him that this was real; Elze’ith was reaching out to him yet again.

Hopeful anticipation set his heart aflame, but he forced himself to take a deep breath rather than leap into action. Ivetta was still nearby, and he wasn’t sure if she had finally decided to get some fucking sleep or not. He couldn’t let her find out what he was doing, lest she try to stop him again.

Slowly, achingly slowly, he started to ease himself out of his bedroll and into the chilled air of the catacombs. He barely made it halfway before a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Altair.”

He swallowed, forcing down his frustration. He hadn’t made a sound, and nothing with visible without a source of light this far down. How had she known? “Ivetta.”

“Go back to sleep, Altair.”

“I—“

“Go back,” she said, voice dangerously steely as she pushed Altair back down onto his bedroll, “to sleep.”

It occurred to him, in that moment, that he could try to overpower her. As strong as she was, he had magic and she didn’t. He could knock her out, take her out of the picture entirely, and finally be able to talk to his partner again.

But her threats rang in the back of his mind. There was no doubt that if he hurt Lord Denholm’s loyal enforcer, there would be consequences, and those consequences would fall on Elze’ith. He couldn’t do that to him. Couldn’t take that risk.

And did he really want her blood on his hands?

He didn’t try to get up again. Hours later, when the connection to Elze’ith flickered out without him having a chance to make any proper contact, he wondered if he made the right choice.

---

“How deep do these tunnels go?”

His voice echoed off the cave walls, resonant and out of place. Ivetta’s voice somehow fit right in.

“I’ve heard they go for miles.”

“You don’t know?”

“It’s been decades since anyone’s mapped them out properly. Not since before Lord Denholm claimed this land, and he’s been preoccupied with other things.”

Altair scoffed. “Yeah, preoccupied with being a fucking creep.”

The soft cadence of footsteps next to him fell silent. “Careful, Buchannan.”

“What? It’s true. Every time we’ve met he’s been fucking slimy. And now he’s all but kidnapped Elze’ith, and—“

The rest of his rant, his bitter words about Ivetta’s complacency, died on his lips as she suddenly seized his shoulder and slammed him against the cave wall. The barest touch of anger colored her impassive face. “Enough.”

“Oh? Am I bothering you?” Part of Altair knew he really shouldn’t press his luck. Mostly, he didn’t care. “Then stop kissing Lord Denholm’s ass and let me talk to Elze’ith.”

Her face didn’t change; at least not in any way that Altair could read. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand, Buchannan.”

Well. She was probably right about that. Altair wasn’t sure if he could understand.

---

The next call from Elze’ith coming during their next encounter with the undead came as a surprise, enough to catch Altair off-guard as a specter surged forward into him.

The warmth of his partner’s magic was overwhelmed by the cold of the specter’s magic surrounding him, making his muscles seize and his lungs clench. Its mournful wail encompassed all of his senses, almost brought him to scream in tandem at the depth of fear and anguish. He could almost sense how it had died, how desperate it was to live again, if only it had a body—

A solid, forceful hand grabbed his arm and pulled him stumbling back. Blinking through the haze, he was just able to catch Ivetta dispelling the specter with a well-placed swing of her sword.

Something like grief clenched his heart. He couldn’t listen to it. The dead were gone; he couldn’t be their vessel back into the living world.

He had his own life to live, his own unfinished business to tend to.

---

Ivetta, Altair was learning, was a very skilled swordmaster. But even she was not immune to lapses in judgment.

“Look out!”

As Ivetta’s attention was focused on deflecting a blow, a skeleton brought down a clawed hand on her from behind. It was too quick for her to react. Her guard was down.

Altair’s wasn’t.

There wasn’t time to properly block the blow, or to wield his magic to turn the skeleton to dust without burning Ivetta. So Altair followed his instinct. He lurched forward to meet a rush of pain and satisfaction as the claw met the flesh of his shoulder instead of the skin of Ivetta’s neck.

He was no stranger to the sting of his flesh being split, or blood running rapidly down his skin, but the foul necrotic magic that animated the skeleton seeped into the wound and made it burn. He stumbled in time with the sound of bones clattering to the ground, one set after the other. Then an arm steadied him, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Altair.”

Grimacing, he pulled away, not wanting to lean on Ivetta for any longer than necessary. A single deep breath for stability was all he indulged himself with before he looked at the wound. It almost looked like the magic was making it fester. “I’m fine.

“No you’re not.”

He wasn’t. But he had to deal with it, because Elze’ith wasn’t there to heal him. “I’m fine. I have bandages in my pack. I’ll wrap it, and then we can keep moving.”

Ivetta stared at him for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll watch your back while you do. ...Take your time.”

---

Another call came as they made their way through an open chamber, surrounded by coffins on all sides in a seemingly endless expanse. The magic vanished in the few minutes it took them to cross the vast space, empty of everything but memories and the light their torches cast.

It was a good thing Ivetta was there to force him to press on, because otherwise Altair might have broken down. He had no idea how long they had been down there. He had no idea how many times Elze’ith had tried and failed to reach out. He had no idea if he’d ever be able to reply. And he was getting so, so tired.

---

The wound wasn’t healing.

As he unwrapped it to change the bandages, he could tell it was still sluggishly bleeding, even all these hours later, and there was a faint tinge of tainted magic clinging to his exposed flesh. Maybe that was why he felt so faint, why his magic wasn’t coming to him as easily as it should.

Though he wanted to curse, he just bit his lip and rewrapped the wound. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to endure until he could get out.

He wished Elze’ith would call for him again. Maybe that sliver of a connection, even if he couldn’t fulfill his end of it, would be enough to guide him through this.

---

“You could leave me down here, you know.”

Ivetta looked at him strangely. “Why would I do that?”

“I mean—“ Altair gestured vaguely. “You don’t like me. I don’t think your- Lord Denholm does, either. Seems like it’d be easier to let me die down here.”

“Maybe. If either of us wanted you dead.” Ivetta held out her waterskin. “But you’re strong. Good at what you do. That much is clear. It’d be a shame to waste that.”

“Hm.” Altair took the waterskin. He didn’t know how he felt about that. Certainly not good, but…

They agreed on something.Even if their reasons fundamentally differed.

---

“This is the last chamber.”

Altair almost didn’t hear her. He was mourning the lost of another fleeting connection to Elze’ith as it flickered and died. But his gaze was set on the violent whirling of specters above them, the way the air thrummed with magic and anticipation.

“Are you ready, Altair?”

His arm burned. His feet were stones. His heart ached.

“Let’s get this done.”

---

Eventually, Ivetta carried him back out into the sunlight. Somehow, Altair didn’t cry. Part of him wanted to, though. It was so good to be out of that place.

He managed to walk back to the cottage under his own power. Drank one of his precious healing potions before collapsing back into bed. Didn’t notice Ivetta leaving, didn’t care. Just slept, knowing that Elze’ith’s next call would wake him up.

The call never came.

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 4: Captain America: The Winter Soldier - Partners in crime

Part 10:

“Why do I only see you when you get into a hospital?” My dad’s grumbling voice woke me up. Bright lights were making opening my eyes a difficult task but I managed. “I wasn’t planning on getting here,” I declared. “Yeah, everyone says that. How are you anyway?” He took a seat at the side of my bed. “I’m dizzy, but I’m sure I’ll get better in no time,” I sighed and he nodded. “Romanoff just left, she had some government stuff to deal with.” “She was here?” Maybe she visited Steve. “Yeah, didn’t leave your side since they brought you in.” “Right… How’s Steve?” “Holding up, this Sam guy is with him.” “He’s a friend.” “I thought he was a fan, to be honest.” “Sometimes I do too. Can you ask a nurse when they will let me go?” I vocalized. “Yeah, sure.”

She was here. I wouldn’t expect her to do this but clearly she didn’t want me to know since she left. I hope we work things out soon.

***

After one more day in the hospital, I was let go. Going home, I didn’t know what to expect. Is she gonna be there or she'll be long gone?

Unlocking the door I was scared to walk in, but I pushed open the wooden door and I stepped inside.

Seeing a piece of paper on the countertop, I quickly got that and saw that Natasha signed the bottom.

I hope when you read this, you’ll be fully healed and well because you scared us all pretty bad. Even though we broke up, I still want our work to be unbothered from this because it’s very important for both of us. We basically started off as colleges, we should be fine.

I cleaned out my stuff from the apartment, and temporarily I will move back to the HQ. You can stay if you want but we could also keep this as a safe house until we find some options for its future.

Lastly, I wanted to say sorry. We planned so much for us and we were blinded by the pink fog which led us here. All I hope is that all we need is time. You were my first love Y/n, and nothing can change that. But until then, please be careful and never forget, pain only makes us stronger.

Tears were unstoppable. My heart ached. Natasha was my home and my peace. She was the one who I came home to when I had a rough day or she was the one who woke me up from a nightmare.

For a whole year I learned how not to rely on people but she was my person. And now I have to change my life because we didn’t work.

***

After both Steve and I have recovered, Sam and the two of us decided to go out and have some drinks.

“Even though Sam has lost our bet, I’ll pay for tonight’s drinks. Post-breakup spending is everything that I need right now,” we sat down at a table. “How you holding up?” Asked Sam. “Well… I cry myself to sleep every night but I'm fine. I haven’t seen her since, but I don’t want it to affect work, so I need to get my shit together. So we need to drink tonight, these are the times that I wish I could get drunk.” “Alright, that’s why we need a lot of drinks,” Sam stood up. “What are you drinking?” he asked. “Gin and tonic for me, please.” “I’m good with a beer.” As Sam left Steve took his chance and asked away.

“So daughter…” He had a small smile on his freshly shaved face. “Yeah, not a happy story, don’t get your hopes up.” “Is there anything happy about the Red Room?” Giving Steve a shortened version of the story, he was kind of in shock. “So he’s trying to find her?” He asked. “Yeah, I guess.” “Do you think you could be a mom?” He asked. “I don’t know. I’m sure it would be difficult at first, like for everybody, but then I would get great at it.” “I think you would be a great mom.” “Thanks, Steve .”

For the rest of the night we were drinking like there was no tomorrow. Honestly I was feeling sorry for Sam, because he will regret every sip of alcohol tomorrow.

***

The next day we met up with Fury, then I decided I’m gonna work from Stark Industries for a while, lay low and do subtle jobs. Nick thought it was a good idea too.

I texted Natasha and told her if she wanted, she could have the place for herself since I still had my apartment in Manhattan. It would have been a waste to sell that place. So I packed all my stuff by the end of the week. I was finishing the last box when the door opened, and Natasha walked in.

“I’ll be out in a minute, this is the last one,” moving my hands around and all my things flying inside the box. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you mowing out is way easier,” said Nat as she walked to the kitchen unpacking her groceries. “I gotta use this for something, don’t I?” “I guess… You hungry, I bought some Chinese?” She poked her head out of the kitchen. “Actually I have to go, I need to prepare for a meeting tomorrow.” I took off the apartment key of my keychain before grabbing the last box. “This is yours,” I extended the little key to her but she shook her head. “Keep it, just in case,” Natasha shrugged with a barely noticeable smile on her face. “Alright,” putting it back in my pocket, I made my way towards the door. “I guess I’ll see you around,” I gave her a small nod. “See you around.”

***

Weeks have been passing by. I had a mission every 5 days and in those 5 days I was at the office. Working has been a great distraction from Natasha. We talk like every couple of days. She’s been out of the country for a week now, doing some work for Fury.

Today I had a presentation for the company, a 3 year plan for Stark Industries.

“We need to rebuild some parts of New York. The battle was way too damaging for the citizens and building accommodation is our best way to do so,” I said. On the screen I made a layout of a couple new buildings we could make. “Since we had multiple global sized threats, our buildings need to be stable and practical. Families have lost their homes and we're gonna give it back to them. You’re gonna get the files about the plan by the end of the afternoon. Thank you for your time today,” I looked around and with a round of applause we finished our meeting.

“Y/n you have a visitor waiting in your office,” Liam walked up to me. “Who?” “All he said was James, he wished to remain quiet about him being here.” James is here? “Alright, please keep everyone away from my office.” “Right away.” “Thank you.”

Walking in the hallway, I didn’t know what to expect. He was here as James so anything could happen.

Placing my hand on the handle, I took a deep breath in, then opened in. He was sitting at my desk, not in my chair of course. As he heard the door James turned around. I closed the door behind me and slowly walked to my chair.

He had a baseball hat on, his hair brushed behind his ears. Simple black t-shirt and a brown jacket over it. Leather gloves covering his hand.

“You know, Steve is desperately looking for you. But I’m guessing you want to lay low,” I sat down. “I can’t see him, I need time,” he said. “Where have you been?” “Bucharest, had some missions over there and I always liked the city, very calm and hidden.” “Glad you’re alive,” I gave him a small smile. His features have softened since we last met. “Thank you for not killing me, you had the chance,” he smiled lightly which was a relief. “Well what can I say, I try not to,” I shrugged and we chuckled, but it died down quickly. “How are you holding up?” I asked and he didn’t know how to answer. I could hear his confused thoughts. “You know that by now, don’t you?” He asked with a small smirk but I shook my head. “I don’t use that on people close to me.” “Not even your girlfriend?” I sighed and shifted in my seat. “We broke up.” “What happened?” “He told me about you and her, not gonna lie it was a big surprise… and she just couldn’t open up. I’m not building a relationship on lies.” “So you’re single?” He asked. “That I am.” “Not for long probably. You look pretty good when you are not getting shocked.” “Wow, never thought I’d live the day you talk normally, maybe even flirt,” I chuckled. “That bad, huh?” “Could’ve been worse, but with your looks you could get anyone you want so… don’t worry about the talking.” He nodded. “Not to be rude but… why did you come here?” “I think she might be alive and I needed a place to lay low, but you’re the only person I trust.”

She might be alive? How? This can’t be real. “What makes you think that?” My leg bounced, and my heart started racing. “There’s an orphanage in Main, a girl named Katarina Barnes, she’s two and born in Russia, around the due date you were supposed to have. Her DNA showed all American genes. She grows slowly, probably because of the Super Soldier genes and your godly ones. I needed you to know before I go and see her.” “I’m coming with you,” I said harshly. “But we need to lay low, nobody can know I’m here,” James said with a serious expression on his face. “I’ll hide you, but we need to get her.”

***

“I’ve got some mail for you also, this one I didn’t know what it was. No information on it,” Liam handed me a couple things along with a big orange envelope. “Alright, thank you.”

Opening the envelope, I saw right away that it was Katarina’s birthserificet and all her medical papers.

Going straight to the lab, I tested everything and I sat through the whole night to wait and see if our DNA’s match.

I woke up to my phone buzzing on the counter and as I sat up, I knew it was probably the worst idea to sleep while sitting.

“Yeah?” I spoke into the phone. “Hey, did I wake you?” Natasha’s voice rang through the phone. Shit, she was supposed to bring me some papers. “Ugh yeah, but I just fell asleep accidentally.” “So you’re not at the office?” “I am, kind of. I’m in my lab, can you come down please? I have to show you something,” I cleared my throat trying to get rid of my sore throat. “I’ll bring coffee and breakfast, I bet you haven’t eaten in a decade.” Why is she nice?! I can’t get over her if she’s nice! “Okay, thanks.”

In about thirty minutes, the elevator’s sound alerted me about Nat’s arrival.

“I thought you left those days behind when you sleep here,” Natasha’s woke voice made me turn around. “My daughter is alive.”

Natasha’s mouth dropped open and she stopped in her tracks before slowly walking towards my desk, placing everything on the table. “Are you serious?”

“I mean I haven’t checked the DNA test, but it’s a really big possibility,” I stared at the screen, afraid to look at the results. “Well why didn’t you?” She pulled a chair to the desk and sat down.

“What if she’s not mine… I’ve had hope for a couple of days now, that she’s alive and close. What if it’s not true?” I felt my heart pounding, scared to lose this tiny bit of hope too.

Nat placed a hand on my back which made me look at her. She’s being physical and I’m getting anxious not gonna lie. We are supposed to be broken up.

“Look… there’s another side to those ifs. What if she’s yours, what if you could finally have her? Check the result. Whatever happens, you still have a daughter,” her green eyes were giving so much comfort and I miss that every day. “Fine…”

Clicking on the test, then the result, I brought it out on a projector. The big blue hologram showed the answer.

Tears were floating down my cheek as I read over and over again the positive word. I know Nat was talking but I couldn’t hear anything right at that moment.

I have my daughter and she’s alive.

***

“Ready to go in?” Asked James from the driver’s seat. I looked at the orphanage and all I could think about was this little girl, who was all alone since she was born. “Yeah.”

We called ahead that we were coming and I was never this nervous about anything. I’m about to meet my daughter. After the DNA check, James and I were sure that we needed to come and see her

Walking in I had mixed feelings. If they allow us to adopt her, will I be able to take care of her? Mom’s usually have 9 or more months to prepare for motherhood. And I have had 2 weeks so far.

The manager of the orphanage was very kind to us and immediately showed the way to Katarina. “She’s an angel. Even though she can’t really communicate with the other kids, she has a couple friends who she plays with all the time.” The woman said and I smiled at her words.

There were about six kids in the playroom. It was decorated very nicely, animal cartoons painted on the walls and different shades of earth toned furniture around the room and tons of toys for the babies.

“She’s the one with the pigtails. Now that we’ve met, she’s a great mix of the two of you,” said the woman and I quickly found Katarina. I grabbed onto James’ arm and couldn’t take my eyes off of the little girl.

She had piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair, all from Barnes. A big smile on her face, a couple of teeth already visible. A small flowery dress was on her and tiny shoes. She was perfect. “Can we meet her?” I asked. “Of course, I’ll walk you to a room and we’ll get ready for you.”

The door opened. A woman walked in with Katarina in her hands. She was looking around curiously, small hands resting on her caretaker’s shoulders.

We made eye contact and I fell in love immediately. The pureness in her eyes was unmatchable. “Here you go,” the woman handed her to me, and I was afraid to even touch her. Putting my hands under her arms, I sat her down on my lap.

Big blue eyes were staring up at me and I couldn’t hold back my smile. “I know you can’t hear but hi,” I whispered, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. As I touched her little face, a smile spread across her cheeks. “You’re perfect,” a single tear rolled down my cheeks. “Does she know sign language?” I turned to the manager. “Yes, she’s a very quick learner.”

James took off the glove from his right hand, and carefully reached towards Katarina’s tiny hand. His one finger fit into her whole hand. He waved to her and she looked at him with a huge smile.

We finally found our daughter, who is the most adorable human being on the planet. And she’s perfect, the prettiest little girl.

Even tho she had a rough meeting with the world at first, from now on I will do everything in my power to protect her for on anything and anyone, and show her the word that she holds in her tiny little hands.

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This would be the last part of Chapter 4. It’s a little shorter than the last ones, but I thought I wouldn’t drag it out more. Next chapter will be:

Avengers: Age of Ultron - Two Ghosts

[gaoau]

Friendship Spell

Wicked Witch warnings — none. word count — 1.6k

prev. — next.

With the weekend giving him enough time to mentally prepare himself for whatever could go wrong on Monday when he knocked on the clubroom door, Osamu returned to his sacred shrine. Still, he was nowhere near slightly prepared as he climbed the stairs, making an impromptu stop at a vending machine to buy himself a drink—and well, while he was at it, it made sense to get something for [Surname] as well, considering he was going up to see her. His face scrunched up in contemplation, weighing out pros and cons of every drink to find the perfect one.

[Surname] was a musician, [Surname] was a singer, [Surname] would appreciate water… right? That wasn't cheap of him.

Osamu heard her sigh unnecessarily loud through the door, the piece she was playing on the flute halted immediately upon hearing his knock. She slid the door open and instantly locked gazes with him. Her eyes pierced into him, bored and maybe even just a tad bit annoyed—admittedly, he'd knocked a total of three different days and it must have been getting unbelievably tiring for her to keep interrupting her practice for this one random guy. He offered the water bottle, wearing the friendliest smile he could muster as if he were handling an animal that could maul him to death at the slightest indication of a threat.

[Surname] rose a skeptical brow at him with narrowed eyes. "Is this gonna become a thing now?" She glanced between the bottle in his hand and his smiling face. Osamu hummed in confusion. "You coming here, bringing food and water, smiling like I'm an abandoned dog." Was it wrong of him to smile? "I never saw ya smile once during your game." Could she somehow read minds? "It's written on yer face"

"It bothers ya?"

"It doesn't." A weight lifted off his chest immediately; she accepted his company, she welcomed him into the privacy of a room she had transformed into her own haven. "But—" he thought too fast, "—what does, though, is not knowing what you're tryna accomplish."

His brain painted itself completely blank the moment her words reached him. He knew exactly what his motives were, but he couldn't come out and say it straight to her face. She'd simply steer clear from him if she found he was openly pursuing her. Would she, though? Ah, he couldn't be sure about anything anymore. "Friendship?" he blurted out when his silence grew uncomfortable even for himself. It was the closest thing, his first step to what his actual goal was. He wasn't lying. He simply danced around the truth.

[Surname] heaved out an exhausted sigh right in front of his face. "What's your name?"

He wondered if that sharp pain on his chest was heart failure for seeing her so up close or if her question had managed to physically manifest and stab him in the ribs. "Miya Osamu."

She stretched��out her open palm, cueing him to shakily hand over the water bottle he'd been warming with his sweaty nervousness. [Surname] puffed out a chuckle, "No, I'm—" She passed the bottle onto her other hand and presented her palm again. "I'm [Surname] [Name]."

And although Osamu knew that—he'd known her name the entire three times he'd come to bother her solely because he wanted more of her company—he somehow managed to forget about everything and anything he'd ever learned in his life when her hand slipped into his. Long, pianist fingers, calloused skin proof of endless practice, a firm grip that exuded nothing but confidence. He'd never cared for a pair of hands before, but now he wished for nothing more than to hold hers.

The Interhigh preliminaries rolled around. Osamu's hopes remained up high in the Summer clouds, and yet they came crashing down to shatter on the middle of the court when he sneaked a peek towards the cheering squad. He recognized the person directing the band, but it wasn't [Name]. The same boy he'd seen during his first year before that one match where she showed up to lash out at Atsumu. The official band director, essentially.

Before the Interhigh Tournament pulled him away from school for more days than he'd like to go without interacting with [Name], he knocked on the clubroom. "Come in!" her voice called out to him over the sound of her drums. Osamu's hand hesitated as it reached towards the handle. She usually opened the door for him, stopping her music instantly upon hearing the knock. Was she expecting someone else?

He walked in and closed the door behind him, turning towards the end of the room where [Name]'s arms flew freely to slam her drumsticks down and create the catchiest beat he'd ever heard. She nodded at him as he settled down on his seat and a few seconds later finished her piece. The plates chimed and reverberated around him before she muted them with her fingers.

"You can stop knockin', y'know? Just come in at this point."

Yes, she'd been expecting him. His heart rate rose excitedly to speeds unknown to humans. A smile tugged at his lips, and not only his cheeks but his whole body warmed up with lovesick adoration. He still couldn't understand how [Name] managed to affect him this way, squeezing all his feelings out of his heart with nothing but words. He cleared his throat to assure himself he wouldn't stumble over his own thoughts. "So, yer… Ya comin' to the Interhighs?"

"No."

Well, that was harsh. "It's 'cause of 'Tsumu, ain't it?"

"Who's that?"

"Atsumu? My brother?"

"Miya Atsumu and Osamu. 'Tsumu and…"

"'Samu."

She hummed. "Yeah, it's 'cause of your brother."

When he stood on the court to play the rounds through the Interhighs, his eyes darted involuntarily up to the stands. [Name] wasn't there, she'd told him she wouldn't be there, and yet he wished she were. The music, the cheer, the noises; they all sounded different with the disturbing knowledge that she wasn't taking part in them. He sat out the finals with a pounding headache.

Osamu takes a swig from his drink, letting his throat and vocal chords take a break from all this retelling he's been doing. He ignores [Name] cooing at him as she mocks his high-school feelings going haywire at every single moment. Comments travel here and there, floating around the table—mostly Suna providing audiovisual material to go along with the tale of Osamu's crush. But Atsumu wants to take the microphone for himself for a few seconds.

He clinks a spoon against his empty cup to bring the attention towards him. "Listen here! I've somethin' to say."

Silence falls and everyone stares at the smirk on his face with narrowed eyes. [Name] starts, "Is it—"

"Yeah, [Name], it's relevant to the story."

"Fine."

First, the rumors about Osamu's crush had gone around. Now, the rumors of spotting the famous Miya twin heading all the way to the third floor daily. Word travelled extremely quickly around the Inarizaki campus and it didn't take long for it all to reach Atsumu's ears. Of course, he was alongside Suna and Ginjima when two students passed them by in the hallways, speaking about the twin they'd been looking for.

"Ya sure 'twas Osamu-kun?"

"I know it don't make sense, but he was goin' up to the third floor."

"Ya think he's crushin' on an upperclassman?"

The pair had strolled out of hearing range before any of their possible theories could reach the volleyball players' ears. Osamu going up to the third floor frequently would explain why he seemed to disappear as soon as recess was announced. A light-bulb lit up inside Ginjima's brain when he managed to connect the dots.

"The music clubroom," he announced with a snap of his fingers.

Atsumu bolted towards the stairs in a split second, leaving Suna and Ginjima to share a saturated glance. They sighed in unison before following after him and up the stairs. As the three were hiding behind the corner, they caught sight of Osamu waltzing into the clubroom as if it were routine for him—which it was. They all knew Osamu's hands were good for one thing and it was cooking, not music. Atsumu signaled the other two to move closer to the door and listen on whatever he happened to be doing behind it.

Notes and chords on a piano was all that reached them. Over the music, Osamu's voice called out, "Hey, [Name]-san."

"Osamu." And the music stopped.

"Brought ya chips."

"Are you tryna dehydrate me?" Hard plastic crinkled and a thud landed on the floor. [Name] clicked her tongue. "Gee, thanks."

Atsumu turned to his two suffering friends, wearing the most disgusted grimace he could muster. Although her voice sounded softer and calmer, he could recognize the edge that had screamed at him after his match. Even if that wasn't enough of a giveaway, he'd heard about the Wicked Witch hiding away in the music clubroom during recess. But there was simply no way Osamu willingly visited that crazy chick when he had any amount of free time. He stomped away on his own, not bothering to wait for the pair of souls he'd dragged with him into his tantrum.

Rumors quickly renewed themselves. Word spread around about the Wicked Witch and one of the Miya twins.

"I don't remember that," [Name] hummed, hiding her smile behind her wine glass.

Osamu hugs her closer to his body and buries his face in her hair. "Neither do I."

"I fucking hate you both."

Laughter resonates through the table, though [Name]'s rises clearly above the rest. "I'm kidding. Of course I remember him hitting me with a water bottle. Way to woo a girl."

He pushes her away from him at record speed. "Am I too late to take back my vows?"

[saiyanlpkwife2013]

Midnight Siren

Chapter Five: Secrets

Romantic relationship: Hitoshi Shinso x y/n (female/AFAB)

Chapter warnings: Cursing

MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT BELOW THE "KEEP READING" BREAK.

Waking up at the ass crack of dawn is not one of your favorite things to do.

Aizawa wanted to start early in order to make the most of the individualized training sessions you would have at the training camp, which you were grateful for; however, 5:30am rolls around and you start wondering if this is gonna be worth it. You start to realize why the man always looks so tired all of the time.

You quickly get dressed in a tank top and athletic leggings and head towards the dining hall, remembering that breakfast would likely consist of just toast that you would make yourself this morning. Upon entering, you see Aizawa already there with a cup of coffee.

“Morning.” He says sleepily. “I trust you completed your assignment last night and slept well.” It was a statement more so than a question. To be honest, you were surprised that he was chatty at all this morning.

“Yes sir, I did. I’m looking forward to learning new ways to use my quirk to its full potential and I have some ideas that I am excited to experiment with.” 

“Very good. Once Shinso joins us, we can get started.”

You two enjoy a comfortable silence while you butter your toast and Aizawa lazily sips at his warm beverage. A cursory glance at the man, no one would expect someone so dedicated to his students. His overall aura came off as detached but to someone paying attention, quite the opposite is true.

In the short amount of time that you had been under his wing, you already started to see him as a father figure. Of course, this wasn’t hard considering the man you called father was, well, everything you DIDN’T need. Maybe that’s why you so appreciated the man in front of you. He offered you accountability but also understanding, whether he realized it or not. Even if you becoming a hero somehow fizzled out, there’s no way you would ever regret transferring since it meant that you had him as someone to look up to.

Suddenly, the door to the dining hall opens and in walks the indigo haired man. Geez, he looks almost worse than he did yesterday. I’m guessing he didn’t sleep very well. 

Aizawa noticed this too, though didn’t necessarily say anything about this out loud. You heard him think to himself, I guess the insomnia is still a problem. Hmmm… We will have to have this addressed at some point, otherwise it could affect his fighting ability… His mind wandered off, considering possible solutions while simultaneously remembering that coffee was going to be the only thing that would help him get through the day. His mind quickly became a soft background noise to you.

“Good morning, Shinso. I hope you slept well.” You say brightly, though already knowing the answer to your sentiment was the exact opposite.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at you. You notice a soft blush run across his face and the tips of his ears at the sound of your voice. You hear Shit.

“Everything alright?” You ask when your initial greeting was met with silence. Plus the internal “shit” had you a bit concerned.

“Yeah, sorry, couldn’t sleep.” 

Aizawa raises an eyebrow. “I trust that this won’t interfere with your training today.”

“No sir, it won’t. I’ll manage fine. It’s not like this is a new problem for me.” Except for the fact that I can’t look at her right now without having a DIFFERENT problem.

Confused, you tilt your head slightly but decide to drop it. After all, you didn’t want to raise any suspicion regarding your “secret” quirk so you offer something else instead.

“I know it’s none of my business, so please, if I’m out of line, I do apologize. I was just wondering if perhaps I could help with your sleeping issue.”

Aizawa looks at you with an inquisitive expression while Shinso seems more embarrassed than anything. 

Holy fuck. Is she suggesting what I think she is?

“My...uh...quirk can change the emotional atmosphere. If you are having issues falling asleep, I could try to help by introducing a sleepy atmosphere for you. Just a suggestion though. It may not even work.” You know damn well that it will but not wanting to cause him any more distress than he already seems to be experiencing, you shrug off your own proposition.

Is that really her quirk? Why would that be a secret? Wait, am I supposed to even know this?...Shit, her fucking clothes are—

You cut him off before he can finish his thought. “Anyway! You don’t have to accept. I just can sympathize with not being able to sleep very well and—“

“That might be something to consider, Shinso. We can revisit this later. Right now, we have training to do.” Aizawa ends the discussion and gets up from his seat at the table, making his way to exit the dining hall.

You look over to Shinso and you see him intensely inspecting a spot on the ground, refusing to look your way.

“Well, I suppose we better get going.”

“Yeah.” And he quickly walks off without meeting your gaze.

This is going to be a long two weeks.

~*~

You had gone ahead of the two men in an effort to try to have a few more moments of mental silence. You understood where you would be training today thanks to a few quick thoughts running through Aizawa’s mind and you took it upon yourself to let the two of them walk together.

***

Shinso walks beside Aizawa looking at the ground with hands in his pockets, quietly mulling over the most recent interaction he had with you in the dining hall. 

“Everything alright?” Aizawa asks without looking in his direction.

“Yeah, well, um. Actually, I’m just more confused than anything.”

“Go on.”

“Well, sir, I didn’t think I was supposed to know what her quirk is and I’m confused as to why it was so casually referenced back in the dining hall.”

“Ah, I see.”

“And…” He waited for his mentor to elaborate further.

“And nothing. It’s not my place.”

Shinso then shifts his focus ahead of him, seeing you walk in the far distance towards your mutual destination, eyebrows furrowed. The HELL does that mean?

“Look, I understand your confusion; however, I must leave the explanation up to Y/N. Just remember: Things aren’t always as they seem. Sometimes half truths or misdirections are necessary. I am hopeful that she might open up to you during these next two weeks. You two have a lot in common which is a large part as to why Principal Nezu and I thought this training course was a good idea. I do feel the need to warn you though: Should she divulge any of her information to you, especially regarding the nature of her quirk, you will be expected to honor the knowledge with the utmost discretion. I trust that you understand I do not do things without reason. With that said, it should be painfully obvious that if you should go against my advice, it could directly affect how you do in the hero course. Understand?” 

Shinso’s eyes widen slightly at the gravity of what is being said to him.

“Y-yes sir.” What the HELL is this shit?

“Very good. With that out of the way, let’s get today started.”

~*~

You have already reached the outdoor space that the three of you had been headed. It was a somewhat rocky terrain, with cliffs and boulders scattered throughout the area. You take a moment to familiarize yourself with your surroundings, bringing to mind the various evasive training moves you learned as it feels as though you might need to reference that knowledge sooner rather than later…

Walking up to join you in the middle of the training area, Shinso makes eye contact with you for the first time this morning. You offer a slight reassuring smile as it is obvious that he is embarrassed about something as it relates to you. His heart rate increased ever so slightly causing the atmosphere to feel a little more tense than it did previously.

You resist the urge to use Vibe since you had not received permission to do so from your teacher. Besides, he may not have even noticed the sudden change in the emotional air. 

That was just something you were hypersensitive to.

Aizawa walks forward between the two of you until you both are faced with his back. Without turning around, Aizawa keeps his hands in his pockets and begins the explanation of today’s training.

“Today, I have decided to assess where your physical weaknesses lie. Even though you both have quirks that are more suited for stealth opts rather than all out hand-to-hand combat, it would be best to make sure that you are prepared to attack and defend yourselves when that time arrives. Today’s instructions are simple: Shinso,” His eyes flick up to meet his mentor’s piercing gaze as he turns around, “you are to attempt to capture Y/N with the binding cloth.” Shinso’s eyes widen, taking in the instructions he has just been given. Up until now, he had just been attempting to master the scarf on its own, trying to force it to bend to his will. Now he is expected to actually CAPTURE someone?

Great. A chance to make a fool of myself. Just what I have been waiting for.

You chuckle internally at his self-deprecating sarcasm then suddenly

Wait, that means he’s expected to capture—

“Y/N,” Aizawa cuts through your thoughts, intent on finishing his instructions. “Your objective is to not get caught. Understood?”

You nod hesitantly, praying to gods your muscle memory from your evasive training won’t fail you now.

“Very well. To keep you motivated, there is a consequence to every failed capture attempt and failed evasion.” You and Shinso briefly steal a glance at each other, dreading what your teacher has in mind for punishment.

“Each time one of you fails to succeed in your objective, you will need to run two times around the training facility. So, if Y/N fails to avoid capture 3 times, she will need to run 6 laps around the facility. Understood?”

You both nod. I guess it could be worse.

“Think of it as cardio which will assist in endurance training as well. Now, one more thing: You will not be allowed to use your quirks during this exercise. I know it seems counterintuitive, however, building up your physical strength and agility is important. In the event that you are unable to use your quirk to aid in the task at hand, you will still need to be able to offer assistance in the fight against villains.”

Makes sense but it’s not like I can turn off mind reading. I’ll just have to do my best to ignore them...

You look again over to Shinso. His hands absentmindedly twisting around the binding cloth, thoughts leaking out of his mind regarding strategy. You switch your gaze over to Aizawa, wanting to ask out loud—

“Y/N, I understand that there...is a part of your abilities that you cannot shut off.” You gulp. “Just do your best to keep the fight fair.”

Wait, what? Goddamn, this is frustrating. 

You wince a little but not enough for either of them to notice. You didn’t want to be the cause of frustration in your fellow classmate. In fact, you were really hoping that the two of you could become closer. Something about Shinso seemed so...genuine. You really didn’t want to screw up any chance of you two becoming friends. You wish you could just explain.

But that would just mess everything up before anything could develop.

No, I have to stick to my guns. He’ll just have to be frustrated. There’s nothing I can do about it.

“Alright,” Aizawa states over his shoulder as he turns to walk towards the edge of the rocky clearing. “Begin.”

[sabraeal]

Merry & Bright, Chapter 11

[Read on AO3]

Written for @claudeng80 for her birthday! We have been friends so long at this point that my oldest kid is almost the same age as HER oldest kid when we first met. So when birthday comes around, Sarah always knows what she wants-- a few times she’s resurrected old fics that got stuck waiting for new chapters, and a couple times, like this one, she’s kept track of which regularly updated fics have missed their update 🤣

If it weren’t for the way the ghost of Doc’s cheek still haunted his lips, tingling so much he’s sure he still feels the heat, Obi’s sure he would have heard Bob’s casual, “Watch your head, son.”

Instead, he spends far too much time worried about keeping his feet underneath him-- Gayle may think the carpet looks nice, but he’s bit it too many times on these stairs to appreciate it-- and his head out of the clouds to notice that what used to be a comfortable distance had turned into the sort of overhang that would scrape open trucks like tuna cans. Only this time it’s his head. “Ow, Jesus. When that’d get so low?”

“Probably around the same time you got so tall.” Bob gives one of those huffy little laughs that would be right at home in his easy chair. “Now mind your noggin and get on down here. Linger there too long and Gayle’s gonna come ask you to buff your own bruise out of the woodwork.”

“Don’t I know it.” He takes the last two steps gingerly, scrubbing at his forehead. Maybe it won’t swell if he gives it enough attention. A long shot, but one he’s willing to take if it keeps Doc from fussing. “Still remember when she made Toddy-- aw, no.”

He’s been tricked. Bamboozled. Two days in the house Gayle’s kept with hospital corners, and he let himself forget. She might have dominion over every inch-- and a husband in the habit of keeping a workspace so neat top brass called it sterile-- but when it came to the trains...

Well, he can just see Bob’s head and shoulders over the maze of plastic tubs. “Don’t tell me you took these all out on your own.”

“Well.” Not a promising start. “There’s not that many.”

Obi hooks his hands over his hips, surveying the state of the den. “This has got to be two dozen at least! And I know from experience none of those tracks are light, never mind those houses or whatever.”

“Only twenty,” Bob blusters, as if four made anything like a dent in this mess. “And not all of them are mine! Some of this is your-- Gayle’s. Garland and knickknacks and the like.”

He knocks on a tote, too heavy to be filled with tinsel. “She told me you only had ten totes.”

A normal man might show some hint of shame. But Bob-- Bob’s a train guy. He just plants himself in the midst of his mess and says, not a bit contrite, “Well, she may not know about a couple of ‘em.”

Obi may not have stayed long enough in this house to learn much, but he did know: a picture may say a thousand words, but silences spoke volumes.

“It’s the O-scale, you see,” Bob presses. “Wasn’t enough track to get it all around the room. And then it’s got to have its own switches, plus that yard sale just down from the church had a nice holiday train-- lights up and everything-- and I couldn’t--”

It’s an effort not to sigh, not to scrub a hand right over his face and scream, but Obi manages. Somehow. “How’d you get all that without her noticing?”

“Oh, well, Jesse’s partner, he’s got this truck.” Bob slaps the top of one of the totes, too proud. “Took me right up to the drive and helped me load the whole lot in. Gayle was down at one of those garden sales the club puts on, and we just hustled the whole thing down.”

It’s impossible to imagine six-foot-we-stopped-measuring-when-we-ran-out-of-door Shane at a tag sale. Not just stomping down to one of those things, but letting Bob boss him right into a full bed of train parts. Not only that, but then driving him right across town where anyone could see them. Obi may have only known him a couple years, more as an accessory than an actual living, breathing person, but really-- he thought the guy had more sense than to go around Gayle.

“Even helped me stow ‘em.” One arm sweeps out under the table. “Had a helluva time getting them out though. Cal--”

“You brought Cal into this?” His shoulder gives one of its twinges, the kind that won’t come out without a nice, hard talking-to, but he makes do with a pinch of his fingers. If Bob thinks he’ll get less time in the doghouse if he just spreads the sentence between all his accomplices, he’s mistaken. “Coast Guard Cal.”

“Now, son, you know he’s in the Navy,” Bob says, all serious, as if he’s the delinquent here. “And we thought he got all of them, but it looks like there’s still two stuck back there, so...”

Obi sighs, rolling up his sleeves. “I’ll get ‘em.”

The plan’s to grumble the whole time doing it; if he’s going to risk one of Gayle’s looks-- the worst ones, the disappointed kind-- then he should at least get the pleasure of telling everyone how he feels about it. But he gets as far as his knees before Bob smiles so bright it makes the overhead light feel like a firefly in full sun. “Now that’s my boy.”

His fingers curl against the grain of his jeans, bracing him against the flood of warmth the overflows his chest.

“If Gayle asks,” he says, hating how his voice trembles, “I’m going to sell you out for free.”

If anything, that only makes his smile brighter. “Wouldn’t expect any less.”

Bob waits until he’s well and under the table before he springs the question.

“So.” His voice is muffled by the layer of balsa or cork or whatever this thing is made out of, but Obi can hear him just fine when he says, “Just how serious is this whole thing with your girl?”

“Wha--?” He rears back, bumping the table so hard his eyes blur just the littlest bit. Nothing he can’t blink away after a moment or two. “What do you mean?”

Bob hums. “Ah. I see.”

“No, no.” He backs out, boxes forgotten, dust shaking off him as he sits back on his heels. “That’s not-- that’s not an answer or anything.”

Both bushy brows take a hike toward his hairline, though Bob makes a real show of not looking at him while it’s happening. “So.” His lips purse as he peruses the back of a gorilla putty package. “It’s not serious, that’s what you’re saying.”

“I didn’t say that!” Obi’s not sure what he’s supposed to be saying, but implying that anything with Doc is somehow temporary isn’t it. “I just meant...”

It’d be great if he did know what he meant. Instead he just sits there, hands dropped between his knees, and flounders.

“I getcha, I getcha,” Bob says, tone implying he doesn’t ‘getcha’ anything at all. “Just thought I’d ask. Gayle was wonderin’ if we should get her a stocking, and I guess I’ll just tell her...”

He lets the pause hang, the way he always did when Obi talked himself into trouble; like if he let him twist a few minutes the mess of a boy the state saddled him with would sort himself out. Would have been nice if the rest of his life worked out as easy as that, too.

“No dice,” he laughs, squirming back under the table. “There’s no way Gayle hasn’t had one waiting for weeks now.”

Bob huffs out a laugh. “You got me. Bought one right after we got back from graduation.”

“What.” The totes are right in front of him, but he can’t make his hands close around them, not when there’s so much noise in his head. “You guys hadn’t even invited us. There’s no way you could have known I would be coming, let alone...”

The silence that settles between them is answer enough.

“...For sure,” Obi adds lamely, gripping at the lid. It scrapes out of place, traveling across the floor like it’s made of sandpaper, grinding the whole way. “I could’ve had plans.”

“Didn’t, though,” Bob says, like it’s simple, and-- and maybe for once it is. Gayle’s not lucky, per se-- she got him on her doorstep in the first place-- but once she’s got her hands around something, it’s hers. By the time she’d wrapped him up in a hug, Christmas was a foregone conclusion.

Bob bends down, dragging the tote out onto the carpet. “So, what should I tell her?”

“Hm?” The next one’s stubborn, really stuck back in its corner. Even a good shimmy doesn’t knock it loose, and Obi’s got to wonder if there’s some nail it’s caught on, or maybe a side crumpled in from Shane’s enthusiasm--

“About your girl,” Bob says, so casual. “Should I let her get her hopes up?”

“Ah!” Surprise gives him that burst of stupid strength he needs to yank that thing out, careening right into his knees. “Yowch.”

“You all right down there?” Bob squints, stooping down to check in. “If you need help--?”

“I’m all right. Just...” Obi catches his breath, heaving that tote past the finish line. “It’s all pretty new. This, uh, thing. I don’t want to jinx it.”

Bob’s mouth curves, too knowing. “I dunno there, son. Don’t think there’s any chance of that.”

Obi shakes his head, braced on hands and knees. “Wouldn’t be so sure about that, if I were you.”

Shirayuki stares down at the radio like it might bite.

Go ahead, Gayle told her, spraying down a fluted pan, put on whatever you like.

If it were Obi, he wouldn’t even spare a second; his thumb would scrub across the dial like it knew the precise groove his station was worn into, just a stretch of static until it settles onto a fast beat and wailing guitar, spitting lyrics that would have Gayle scolding him into the next week. But Shirayuki-- her tastes run to the niche, to the sweet voices that don’t carry well across the airwaves, the ones that can only be uncovered in the back of a music store or hidden in the annals of obscure playlists, with names like the angels that sing me straight to purgatory or we’ll all hold hands and make it through together (if it kills us).

(”Would it kill you to listen to something in a Top Forty?” Yuzuri sighs, scrolling through her Spotify to find something to pump over the lab speakers. “I’m not trying to tell you what genre. Just like...any of them.”

“It might,” Obi offers through the bench. “Maybe if she hears a four chord progression it sends her straight back to the cloud she came from.”

“I like popular music.” It’s not a lie; she enjoys whatever anyone else plays, it’s just... “I’ll hear it on the radio anyway. If I’m going to listen to something on my own, I’d prefer it to be something I won’t hear anywhere else!”

Yuzuri’s head thunks against the back of the chair. “You’re the worst kind of hipster.”

Shirayuki blinks. “Excuse me?”

“The kind I can’t actually hate.” Her breath hisses through her teeth. “All right, fuck it, I’m just going to put on some Marina.”)

Wincing, she guides the needle up the band, pausing at every hint of something between the crackles. It’s mostly commercials, half of them for cars and the rest for personal injury lawyers, but every once and a while she catches a snatch of country, or pop, and even once, a bit of R&B, but--

But none of them feel like the right thing to play for your grandmother. Or your boyfriend’s mother. Not that Gayle’s either of those things, but, well-- she’s supposed to pretend she is.

“I’m making this too hard,” she mumbles, under her breath. “I just need to...”

The last few notes of “White Christmas” waft out of the speakers, appropriately festive for the task ahead, and Shirayuki has a whole measure to pat herself on the back before--

“There’s only rule in this kitchen,” Gayle announces, slipping that cake of hers into the oven, “and it’s that there’s no carols allowed in here. Not until the afternoon.”

Shirayuki’s jaw goes slack. “Really? But...?”

A warm hand clasps her shoulder, leaving flour in its wake. “Trust me on this one, honey. If you start that business before Laila comes, we’re gonna be sick of it before those little men bake through. And we’ll still have the decorating left to do.”

It’s hardly the radio’s fault, but Shirayuki frowns at it anyway. If it’s good enough to bring Obi into line, maybe it might do something for whatever magic turned signals into music.

It doesn’t. But it’s a good try. Better than just scrolling the needle up and down the band until Gayle gets tired of the static.

“I’ll listen to anything, you know.” There’s a smile in Gayle’s voice, a patient one, the kind that’s used to sitting across the table from rounded shoulders and a chip balanced on one of them, big enough to fill the room. “Heard all sorts of things over the years. I can promise you won’t be the one to make me change the station.”

“I-I know.” It’s just important that she does like it, not just because she wants to like her, but because it’s something that she enjoys. Because that’s the point of music, to enjoy it, to feel that it adds something to the moment, even if it’s just running down a list, double-sided and with items scrawled in the margin, until it’s done--

(That music was old when her father was born, Opa snorts, wiping a handkerchief across his brow. Don’t they make anything newer?

Oma only shakes her head. Newer, but never better.)

Ah.

It’s like reaching across time when she puts her hand on the dial now, reaching into a different kitchen, a different Shirayuki. A smaller one, more innocent, and--

And maybe more lonely. But it doesn’t feel like it, not when the static breaks into, for it was I who chose to start. I see no need to take me home, I’m old enough to face the dawn.

It’s so easy for her voice to lift, not quite matching that notes Oma had, but close enough, “Just call me angel of the morning, angel! Just touch my cheek before you leave me...”

There’s an uncertain moment where the muscles in Gayle’s face tremble, where she’s not sure if they’ll curve into a smile or fall into a frown, and then--

Then her hands clap together, her laugh ringing out above the rising tide of the chorus.

“Now ain’t that just the thing,” she sighs, hands falling to her hip. “Let’s get to work, angel. We’ve got a real doozy of a morning.”

Shirayuki doesn’t need to be told twice.

[spookychick78]

End Of The Line

Chapter 5: Canary

Thomas Hewitt X AFAB!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,576

He led her up to a small room at the end of the upstairs hallway. He had a feeling he'd started a fire far out of his control. Between Hoyt's inevitable rage at what Thomas had just done and the white hot anger he could feel radiating from the girl's arm he held he knew this was only going to end badly. Hoyt would retaliate, it was only a matter of time. He feared what the consequences would be and it made him wonder why he'd started this in the first place. There wasn't anything specific about her he could blame as to why he'd refused to follow the order he was given. However, whatever it was made him feel weak to the point of frustration, but he'd made his bed. Now he would just have to figure out how to lie in it.

As soon as he had opened the door she ripped herself from his grip and put some distance between them. She looked at him with that same enraged expression, there was no more pleading coming from her eyes. He could tell he was about to get an earful, one he knew he probably deserved.

"You sick bastard," Ronnie said through her still gritted teeth, "where do you get off actin' like you're my knight in shining armor down there? You're the whole fuckin' reason I'm here, aren't you?"

Hoyt wasn't wrong about that mouth she had on her. Though Thomas would've been lying if he said he didn't find it somewhat amusing.

"You had every opportunity to tell me not to stop at that goddamn gas station. Hell, you coulda told me to turn around and I would have. But no. You didn't wanna tell me about your 'family' of psychos up the road. You let me drive right into their trap. You wanted me here," she said in as quiet a voice as she could manage, though he could tell she'd be yelling if she didn't fear the 'psychos' downstairs.

And no. He didn't want her here. Her presence was causing far more disruption to what little peace of mind he'd had than she would ever know. He could tell she was waiting for him to speak by the way she crossed her arms.

"You still ain't got nothin to say for yourself, huh?"

He let out a disgruntled sigh as she shook her head at him.

"Fine," she said as she eyed him with contempt, "you don't wanna talk, then you're gonna listen. You got two options. You can kill me right here, right now and I won't fight you."

She paused and he could tell that behind that tough exterior she presented, part of her was frightened of her own suggestion. He waited for her to continue.

"Or you're gonna get me out of here."

He knew it would be easier to kill her, there was no doubt about that. Between Hoyt's watchful eye and Mama and Monty's fearful loyalty to him it would be nearly impossible to do what she asked. But there was something about the way she held firm in her stance, the way she tried to hide the fear he knew she had to be feeling. There was a fire in her that maybe others who had passed through that house before had had, but he'd never noticed. Her's had a fury and a will to burn like he'd never seen. He didn't want to be the one to put it out. His eyes wandered over her tense frame up to her eyes to watch as she tried to read him for an answer.

"You go on and make up your mind, but I ain't lettin' you people keep me here. I won't," she said softer than before.

She held her own arms tighter as she braced herself in case he chose to end her life. He took a step forward and she took another back only to be stopped by the bed frame behind her. Though she stumbled, she never took her eyes off of him. She was fearful he had made his choice. He slowly let his hand wander up to lift her chin. He could hear her breath quicken with unease at his touch. He didn't know how to tell her he would indeed help her, he just needed her to be patient. He could tell by the stubborn look on her face she wasn't the waiting kind. She'd have to learn.

His hand dropped from her face when he heard Mama's footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Thomas," Luda said as she entered the doorway to eye Ronnie with suspicion, "go on downstairs and give the girl some privacy so she can get changed."

"Excuse me?" Ronnie said in annoyance as she took note of the items Luda was carrying.

She held a bucket of water and rags. On top of those, it looked to be an old gown of some sort. Luda waited until Thomas had lumbered out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"If you're gonna be stayin' in my home you ain't gonna be prancin' around in them clothes," the woman said with that same disapproving look she'd given her at the gas station, "they look more like under garments to me and Tommy don't need to be seein' that."

Ronnie scoffed. Prancing? They shouldn't have brought her there then. The woman turned to see the obstinate look on her face.

"Or Hoyt," Luda added reminding her of what had transpired downstairs.

Though it irritated her to admit, Ronnie knew she wasn't wrong. It her own strange way, the woman was trying to help. She watched Luda as she set the clothes on the bed and placed one of the rags into the bucket. As she wrung the water out of the towel Ronnie took a moment to study her female captor. She looked frail, but there was a sturdiness there in her worn out hands. Years of hard living had toughened her, it was apparent in the deep wrinkles in her hands and sharp lines on her forehead. Her graying hair was pulled back in a bun for the most part, save a few strands that framed her tired looking face. Ronnie thought the same thing she had the first time she saw her, that she looked harmless, but she knew better now and that was not the case.

"Sit down," Luda said as she motioned to the feather bed.

"I can do that myself," Ronnie replied as she held out her hand for the wet rag.

Luda only stared at her over her glasses until Ronnie did as she was asked with an impatient sigh. She placed the rag to the cut on Ronnie's forehead and the girl let out a pained hiss.

"Sorry," Luda said softly as she continued to clean her wounds, "forgot to warn you about the sting."

Ronnie was more than confused. The woman was acting as though she hadn't suggested her son take her to the basement and slaughter her like cattle just minutes before. She wiped the blood from her face as gently as a mother would her own child. She seemed to be studying Ronnie just as much as she had her. After she'd finished with the rag she brushed some of Ronnie's hair back over her shoulder.

"It true Tommy sent you on your way earlier?" Luda asked absentmindedly has she brushed through Ronnie's hair.

"I suppose you could say he did," Ronnie said as she watched Luda's intrigued expression apprehensively, "he failed to mention you people were just waitin' to grab me, so I wouldn't give him too much credit."

"Don't be so hard on him," Luda chided, "Tommy don't talk."

"Don't or won't?" Ronnie asked harshly.

"Hard to say," Luda said, seemingly unbothered by her sharp tone, "all I know is I ain't heard a peep from him in years."

An uncomfortable silence fell over them as the woman continued to study Ronnie. She wore the same expression she'd had when that phony sheriff brought to light that Thomas was 'soft' on her. It made Ronnie just as uncomfortable as it had the first time she saw it.

"You are pretty," Luda said with a sigh, "you seem like you come from good stock too. If we could just reign in that foul mouth of yours, you might be good for Tommy."

Ronnie shot up from the bed, "You let me go right now or I'll shove your head in that damn bucket and drown you."

Luda scoffed, "Now, you know I ain't gonna do that and it won't do you no good makin' threats like that ‘round here."

Luda stood up and grabbed the clothing she'd brought from the bed, "Now get dressed. I've got to go sort dinner out since Tommy decided we don't have no meat for tonight."

Ronnie's jaw dropped to the floor. So that's what they were gonna do with her if Thomas hadn't intervened. At this point there was no question of whether things would get worse or not. They definitely would. What the woman had just said about her son and dinner had all but confirmed that. She had to get the hell out of there, with or without Thomas' help.

Luda tossed the gown to her, "And don't go tryin' to use that pretty face against Tommy. He's in enough trouble with Hoyt as is," she gave her one last once over before she shut the door, "and close your mouth girl."

[celesteslilcorner]

How It All Started

My OC in the RVB world. bit of Canon, bit of non-canon.

Agent California is a Spartan in Project Freelancer. Not happy about her newest mission she's determined to be a pain in the UNSC and the Director's asses until the Director makes a few too many mistakes.

Will most likely follow Freelancer, after it's fall up to Chorus. If OC's aren't your thing please don't read or leave comments, Thanks.

Series Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Slow burn, Violence (torture, fighting, death, etc..) - warnings might change as story progresses and/or for each part.

Fic:

She wanted nothing more than to stay with her ragtag team, her family, than to be sent off to some new project. A new headache. She told herself she’d keep her head down and do what she was told. Get intel, report back, repeat. 

For the first year she had managed to do that. Kept her head down, didn’t even speak to the other agents and staff on the Mother of Invention unless she absolutely had to. It did hurt her a little to see others forming bonds while she had to distance herself. After the first year the Director had paired her up with another agent, Agent Texas. 

From the moment they met, Cali could tell that there was something off about Texas, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Her years of training and experience told her that Tex wasn’t normal, there was something about her that gave Cali the feeling that there was something else going on. No matter, she chose to turn the other cheek and let herself have this one friend here, it was better than the nothing, and loneliness she had been dealing with.

Running missions just the two of them was fine and easy. Cali could handle that, she was used to always having an objective. What she didn’t like was having a scientist tell her what she should do and how much information she got. She preferred having all the facts and info of what she was to bring back, something more than a vague “Go grab this item and bring it back” or “It’s important and that’s all you need to know.” 

As a Spartan she already knew just about everyone hated her or judged her for something that wasn’t her choosing. She had learned how to block them out and ignore the hushed whispers over the years, built a tough skin to hide how she really felt about everything.

 She couldn’t escape the feeling deep within her chest that there was more to this project than what the Director had initially shared with the UNSC. She kept going over and over the file and audio she managed to steal, in her head trying to find anything that gave her a better idea of what she was really dealing with here and what she should actually expect.

“Earth to Cali.” Texas says in a slight sing-song voice, waving her hand in front of Cali’s visor. 

Cali lightly shook her head in an attempt to bring herself out of her thoughts, blinking a few times, “Yeah? I’m here. What’d I miss?”

Tex chuckled lightly as she stood, “We’re clear to go. Meeting over.”

“Oh thank goodness!” Cali exclaims as she stretches her arms up above her head, “thought he was gonna drone on and on like always.”

“He only does that when you open your mouth. And you weren’t even paying attention.” 

“Well, he shouldn’t say such dumb shit,” Cali mutters as she stands, doing her best Director impression, “Now ladies, what we need to do is blah blah blah. Boring science shit.” 

Tex stood there, cocking her head to the side for a moment before straightening up, “Why must you insist on making things difficult?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

Tex shook her head as she led the way to the door, “I get why I was paired with you.” 

“Oh-ho ho, I was paired with you to make your life more entertaining and more lively, you big ol’ stick in the mud.” Cali returned as she fell in step beside Texas after leaving the room.

“Is that so?”

“I’d like to think so. It definitely helps me sleep at night.” Cali lightly jokes, scanning each person they passed. What were they thinking? How badly were they judging her? Were they aware that she was a Spartan or that there was a Spartan on board? The insecurities tightening her chest with each step and thought.

“That’s good news I guess.” Tex lightly chuckles as she places a hand on Cali’s shoulder as they near the kitchen, the sound of others talking and laughing getting louder with each step.

Cali could never stop herself from looking a little too long at some of the other Agents. A mix of curiosity, rebelliousness, and loneliness filling her chest. Maybe it was the urge to be more social just to piss the Director off, or because she genuinely missed having a small group to be with. She loved her Spartan crew, they were her family -the only one she really knew- and she missed them.

“You can ditch me for new friends.” Tex assures her.

Cali snorts lightly, “You take up all of my time. Besides, I’d rather pass like a ghost. No one sees me or knows I’m here.” 

“Until you get bored and knock something over. Damn poltergeist.” 

Cali lets out a short laugh, “Damn right. Now, bestie, we have training to do.”

“Don’t call me that.” Tex sighs as she follows Cali to the training room

[divine-enantiodromia]

What about the other gods? Are there any other gods??

“Uhm… about that..” Gabriel cautiously glanced around the lounge. She decided to quickly walk out and made her way back to her room. Only after locking the door behind her and sitting down on her bed does she continue the (one-sided) conversation.

“Okay so, there's a lot of other immortals aside from Michaela, mainly the rest of the so called 'sacred sovereigns' or 'avian sovereigns' that are the big important gods of the avian pantheon. From what I've gathered from the patrons, many places also have their own local gods, like how we have Diana, the Forest Guardian, with legends such as how you shouldn't be greedy when you hunt lest the goddess starts hunting you herself.

However, there's something that really bothers me about these other deities and that's.. well you see, there are only a select group of people that can write about them, and those said people seem to do it in the most bare bones way possible.”

Once again, she opens the guide to the 9 and a half avian sovereigns.

“Like for example, here’s the chapter about Metatron:

‘Metatron, the vacuous scribe; god of knowledge and forgotten memories. His rotting corpse remains as the only curator of the legendary Omniscient Library.’

And that’s it! The next paragraph already moves on to Jophiel and so on, with the pages about the Empress making up the most of this book!

The writing ban doesn’t only apply to the sacred sovereigns, but even the local forest goddess and all the other minor gods! Apparently they made it illegal to write about any immortal that isn’t Michaela and every time I try to write their name or with intent to note down anything I’ve learned about them the ink somehow literally disappears?? And so all that’s left of them are art and oral fairytales! Even then, any accurate depictions of how they look like are still hard to find and it’s-” She paused, catching her breath. “It’s annoying.”

“At least they still get mentioned in a lot of other historical books, like mentioning how Ariel is the designer of the Capitol and Raphael was Chamuel’s prince consort and etc, but once again, the entries are still really short. Brushed off like an afterthought!

Hell, there's this one deity whom I haven’t found any others mentions of her outside this book! So you can imagine baby me’s confusion when I was asking patrons about the goddess that shared my name, only to discover that they didn’t even know that she exists!”

Finally, she started to slow down a bit.

“..I’m sorry, I ramble too much don’t I? I just… anyway I’ll at least read out what little this book has. You could always ask if you want to know more about specific gods and I’ll tell you all that I’ve managed to memorize, but it probably won’t be much. They don’t even have any sketches for how they might look. That’s definitely the first thing I’m gonna look for when I’m 25..”

“Anyway, here:

Chamuel the austere leader; son of the harpy eagle, father of the empress; god of order and leadership. His word became law and all that sweared upon the tip of his sword could not lie. His murder was unjust and avenged by his only daughter.

Raphael the magnolious oracle; spouse of the golden eagle; god of frost and divine foresight. He is also a skilled doctor and used to be worshipped as such until the amelioration of the vulture.

Ariel, the forgetful engineer; mentor of the empress; goddess of magic and craftsmanship. Even in the midst of her eternal slumber, the beat of her heart continues to keep the islands of Heaven afloat.

Raziel, the reliable malefactor; mirror to the swan; deity of knavery and familial bonds. His existence is often debated upon for her true location is never known.

Azrael, the wretched physician; adopted brother of the empress; god of life and slaughter. He always takes as much as he gives away.

(I’ve already read Metatron’s)

Jophiel, the phlegmatic mother; mirror to the cassowary; deity of zealously and flourishing merchants. They will always have a place for you in her ever growing consortium.

Gabriel, the soft-spoken messenger; goddess of swiftness and every language. The fastest of the avian and second only to the empress herself.

Lucifer, the traitor; god of art and undying love. While his contributions to creativity are many, it is best to avoid worshipping the name of a daemon that has been rightfully banished from Heaven.” "Well, there you have it."

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I don't know... I get tired of talking so much. Get tired of dropping these asks when it's not like it does anything other than making more work for someone by giving them something long winded from me to read

I think I just kind of get tired cause like... so I spent like months making this door in minecraft. Had to teach myself redstone (which I hated, cause I hate learning cause I feel stupid and frustrated the whole time), cause I really wanted this door to be a thing

It's a really complex piston door, like I'm honestly not sure I've seen anyone build something like it (if I had I'd just have gone with their design and saved a lot of time). Massive thing, took 3 days for me to figure out the physical movement to make it work... and like 8 months to wire it

I'd post little updates on it, just kind of toss my thoughts out. Finally I actually get it done and done well. Like someone who knew redstone wiring could probably do better, but I don't know by how much

Zero people cared, not talking about the random strangers on her, like none of my friends cared either. I mean, I assume my friend I actually am playing on the server with cared but didn't know what to say. No one else showed even a little interest (and they like minecraft, so... it's not posting about something obscure)

Had thought about posting a video on this to some redstone reddit, could make that video at any second but like... don't want to deal with how no one's gonna see it

Don't even care about recognition or anything, I just haven't ever seen a diagonal seamless hidden staircase before, and I think that there might be ideas other people could iterate off of. It's the door getting used I care about, not me in this

Haven't even managed to build it in the world I custom made it for. I hollowed out an area on a back up, and I got it built and almost working, I think I know what the problem is, but the fix didn't totally solve it and... it's probably simple but I just couldn't take it anymore

Haven't worked on it in months, and I don't think a single person cares

Or like, just today, talking with my friend about an anime she started watching. Never feels like she really responds to any of the thoughts I'll share, usually trying to build off what she's saying. It's probably her ADHD, but like... I'm not a mind reader, so it hurts

Also kind of shared some personal stuff. Didn't expect her to get it, cause no one really seems to get it when I open up about it, but she didn't even notice

I don't know... no one really seems to notice when I speak... or maybe they do, maybe they're hanging on my every word, but I can't tell cause it's text and like... I can't see anyone's reaction

(This is why I'll sometimes say to someone "I'm enjoying listening, but I don't really have anything to add", just so they know I've seen what they said, that I like it, and that I'm happy to have them keep talking but don't have anything to contribute. That way they're not just met with silence)

I don't know... I'm just tired... people probably care, but they don't show it in ways that register for me, and so if feels like no one cares

I speak and there's just dead air, no one ends conversations, they just let them drop. Half of what I say doesn't get a response. Probably the healthiest friendship I have is with someone I'll send lewd drawings too, and while she doesn't respond as much as I'd like, at least she'll usually put like a blushing emoji or something to show she likes it

Actually also the only person who has really outright said that she likes me how I am. If we were closer it might start to be enough, but it's all just a bit too distant and like... that's just where things have settled and I'm cool with that

Probably should just skip over that bit but... whatever

I just wish people would respond, I just wish people kept me in the loop. I'd take "hey I'm pretty tired, I'm gonna zone out and go to bed" over just... nothing... ever

Anyway... sorry. I wish I knew a way to say this all more succinctly. I hate giving someone this many words to read. I feel like maybe if I said less people would be better able to respond. I get how things can just be too many words to deal with sometimes

Hope you have a nice day though

(Keep thinking I'd like to give you a break from these asks, then... they keep coming out anyway)

I'm a pretty rambly person myself, so don't worry about long asks!

I feel you on this. I have a really hard time conveying myself in a way that seems at all readable to others, and that's especially frustrating when I'm trying to share something I'm vulnerable or proud about. I actually once hired a tutor to help teach me to speak differently in the hopes it would improve my experience. It did a bit, but also made me unimaginably sad and feel very invisible.

It sounds like you're pretty extremely isolated physically too, which can make it hard to seek out new people in your life who are more compatible with you, as can how significantly your self esteem appears to have been wounded. It's hard to take the leaps of faith required to bond with new people if you can't see a reason for them to do the same.

You're always welcome to share cool things you're happy about here!

[duskamethyst]

mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you. 

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow. 

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little. 

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place. 

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet. 

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices. 

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug. 

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste. 

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it. 

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of.  there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile. 

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.” 

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.” 

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.” 

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly. 

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it. 

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts. 

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious? 

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved. 

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.” 

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving. 

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer. 

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

 as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.” 

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you. 

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm. 

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.” 

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.” 

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later. 

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest. 

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside. 

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing. 

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations. 

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?” 

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below. 

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more. 

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt. 

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears. 

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed. 

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now. 

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release. 

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours. 

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.” 

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey. 

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.” 

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip. 

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order. 

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down. 

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it. 

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists. 

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?” 

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him. 

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead. 

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested. 

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?” 

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper. 

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss. 

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you. 

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts. 

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit. 

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him. 

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through. 

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy. 

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock. 

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold. 

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance. 

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission. 

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off. 

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast. 

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?” 

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body. 

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously. 

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice. 

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock. 

“hah– fuck. good girl.” 

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you. 

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated. 

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it���s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied. 

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip. 

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs. 

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more? 

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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Step-brother Shigaraki shoving a vibe in (male) reader during a dinner and Shigaraki is controlling the vibrator and then after dinner Shigaraki fucks the life out of Reader

i was gonna work on monster stuff but this is just *chef's kiss* i think i'm going down the road of a pseudo-incest kink whoops and laughs at myself as i add plot for no reason (also gives you guys a visual reference of the toy in the fic)

pairing: step-brother shigaraki x male reader content tags/warnings: dub-con, pseudo-incest, mild exhibitionism, choking, sex toys, degradation, mind break word count: 2.1k

Things around the household have changed drastically since your mother remarried. You love your mother and want her to be happy, but you feel that things have changed far too fast and far too much.

You had been told that your step-father wanted you to move in with him for two reasons. One; you don't have a job since you're attending university full-time and two; his house is pretty close to your university. You've seen his house from the outside and you can't deny the thought of living in such a large house is pleasant. It's a good deal. But if you had been told that your step-father has a shut-in son that lives with him before moving in, you might've reconsidered it.

Shigaraki is rude and has zero social skills. While you don't actually mind people that don't have social skills- it's often times not their fault- there's something about your step-brother that just unnerves you. You see him and alarm bells go off in your mind.

He likes to catch you off guard. Coming into your room to watch you, pinning you to surfaces, groping you, watching you shower- there's something really wrong with him.

"Tomu-"

You're trying to walk downstairs to go eat dinner with your mother and step-father. Trying, being the keyword. Shigaraki has you pinned to the wall once again. One of his hands is able to completely hold both your wrists- he's not even that much bigger than you! He's using his free hand to tug your sweatpants down to your knees. The pinning isn't exactly new, but he's never actually pulled your clothes off.

"I bought something for you. It's a little present for having such a cute brother." His voice makes you shudder, but the item he holds up next to your face makes you tense up. It's a brand new, probably expensive, sex toy.

"Tomura- hey- let's not-" You squirm and shake your head.

"Don't cause a fuss. Just let me do this, 'kay?"

The lube on the toy is your only saving grace as he nudges your legs apart with his knee and tries to put it on you. It doesn't work very well, the lubed up toy sliding against your limp cock a few times before Shigaraki growls lowly.

"I'm taking my hand off and I expect you to stay still." True to his word, the hand on your wrists disappears. If this were the first time he tried to do something like this, then you might've run away. But you've unfortunately learned through experience that your step-brother is far stronger than he seems. It's only because of your knowledge do you stay.

His hand is cold and calloused, an uncomfortable feeling against your skin. You grimace as he grabs your cock to slip the ring over it, making sure it’s snug against the base before he pushes the vibrating part of the toy into you. It doesn’t actually seem that bad until he turns the toy on. 

“Shit-” You’re not oblivious to the toy’s function but you didn’t expect it to be so snug against that spot inside you. Shigaraki grabs you before your legs buckle, laughing at your state. 

“Wow, you’re that sensitive?” He’s taunting you, making fun of you. “Is my little brother just a slut in disguise?” 

Your pants are pulled up and a small slap is given to your ass. It brings a small yelp out of you, making you turn around to glare at him. He doesn’t seemed fazed by it. Instead, it spurs him on and you can feel him grind against your ass. Even through the fabric of both of your sweatpants, you can feel how hot and heavy his cock is. You can tell it’s thick and that’s barely hard. 

A sliver of arousal makes itself known with a twitch of your cock. The realization makes you stand up straight and shove your step-brother away, adjusting your clothes to hide the erection beginning to strain underneath your pants. 

It’s difficult to sit down at the dinner table and act normal. You give your mother a small smile as you squirm in your seat for a moment. The toy’s low vibration stimulating every part of you- the base of your cock being teased, vibrations going through your balls and taint, the dildo pressing snugly against your prostate- and it’s difficult to hold your composure. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Your mother is looking at you with concern.

“O-oh, I’m alright, mom.” You force another smile.

“Go lay down after dinner, okay?” 

You give a small nod before you start eating, not waiting for your step-brother to sit down. He’s probably snickering to himself and thinking of what he should do. The sudden increase of vibrations of the toy surprises you and you choke on a piece of food. 

“Honey?” 

“Don’t worry, he’s just a little out of it, right lil bro?” A large hand comes to rest on your shoulder. As you turn to look over your shoulder, Shigaraki stares down at you with a small smirk. You can see the small remote in his hand and you almost want to reach out and grab it. But that’d cause a scene- the last thing you want at the dinner table.

He slides into his seat, not bothering to eat. All he’s doing is staring at you and analyzing your reactions as he plays with the remote in his pocket. 

“Yeah, j-just a little bit out of it.” You try your best to keep yourself together. Eating your dinner as fast as possible is your goal, hoping that this torture is only for the sake of humiliating you in front of your mother. 

The vibrations of the toy change rapidly. It seems like Shigaraki’s just cycling through them for the first time, gauging your reactions as he does so. He’s trying to find the best setting for you right now, surely. The one that does you in is the low and slow pulsing of the toy. 

He’s learning so much about you. You’re smart enough not to fight him physically but still have the guts to snap at him with your words. You prefer to be teased with a lack of stimulation rather than overstimulation. You won’t tell your mother about anything he does so she’ll stay happy. The best part... You’re easy to read.

Now that it’s been a few minutes of dealing with the toy, you’re settling down. It’s still uncomfortable, the low stimulation keeping your cock hard, but you’re able to eat your dinner for the most part. You’re eating quicker than normal just so this can end. 

“Thanks for dinner, mom.” As you stand from the table, Shigaraki cycles through the toy quickly to put the vibrations at its most intense setting. You curl in on yourself and groan, facing contorting. 

“Dear?” 

You give her a reassuring smile despite the heat pooling in your stomach. As much as you want to leave the table, you’re not sure you can do it yourself. It seems to be part of your step-brother’s plan. He puts his arm under yours, holding you up to help you shuffle back upstairs.

“I’ll make sure he’s alright, don’t worry.” 

They can’t see it, but you’re glaring at him as he helps you up. With him being the only reason you’re still standing however, that’s all you can manage to do. You hold onto his torso as he takes you up the stairs and opens the door of your room. 

“You’re close, huh? You were about to cum in front of our parents, weren’t you?” Shigaraki throws you onto the floor of your room with a thud, using his foot to turn you onto your back. He stares down at you and steps on your cock, moving it back and forth. 

“Alright little bro, cum for me.” 

With a particularly large amount of pressure, almost painful, you tense and spurt ropes of cum inside your pants. A stain begins to seep into the fabric and Shigaraki looks down at you with a sneer. You’re squirming under his foot, the toy still vibrating aggressively inside you and around the base of your cock. 

He picks you up by the hair and drags you to your bed, manhandling you so your face is against the comforter and your ass is in the air. He doesn’t even bother turning the toy off as he takes it out of you and slides your cock out of the ring. Your ass clenches around the air pathetically, teasing Shigaraki. Even with something inside you, stretching you out, your ass still looks tight and almost untouched. The only thing eluding to its use is the lube smeared around it. 

You’re given no warning when your step-brother grabs your hips and slams his cock inside you. When did he take it out? You don’t know.

“Shiiiiiit- Do you know how tight you are?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Shigaraki begins to fuck you with abandon, thrusting into you with no care for your comfort. The stretch of his cock, how it reaches almost too deep inside you- it’s horribly uncomfortable. There’s a tinge of pleasure from the stretch of his cock pressing against your prostate almost constantly, but not much else. 

His balls slap against your ass with every heavy thrust and the grip on your hips is bruising. You can feel his nails digging into the skin and you’re sure they’ll leave marks. He’s leaving reminders of this.

A hand leaves your hip to hold your limp cock, pumping it aggressively. The sudden stimulation is painful and you squirm. 

“Now, now, little bro. Be a good slut for me and let me play with you.” Shigaraki sneers at the way you stop squirming at his words. “There... See, you’re a pathetic little slut for your big bro, aren’t you?” 

You refuse to answer, only burying your face into the sheets to hide your humiliated tears. It’s not like it matters. He continues to pump your cock at a fast pace, enjoying the way your walls twitch and tighten because of it. Even if you’re not feeling anything, he is. Your pleasure is more of an afterthought, a bonus. Then your cock begins to twitch back to life. 

“Seriously? You’re feeling good?” Shigaraki leans against you, biting your ear. “Getting off from your step bro treating you like a whore and fucking you? You really must be one if you like this.”

“I’m not!” You protest, turning to look at him. Tears are falling down your face, cheeks red from the embarrassment. “It’s your fault! You’re forcing my body to feel like this!”

Both of you know it’s a lie. You’re definitely enjoying it. As cute as your denial is to your step-brother, he isn’t in the mood for you being like this the whole time. He wants to have to shut you up so your parents won’t hear you begging for his cock. 

With a bit of reluctance, he pulls out of you. You’re allowed a brief moment of confusion as he decides how he wants to position you. Once he decides, he flips you onto your back and hikes your legs over his shoulders. In this position, he rubs your cocks together. His is undeniably thicker than yours, but your length isn’t too drastically different. There’s only a few seconds of rutting them together before he lines his cock up with your ass and slams back in.

Much to his surprise and amusement, you let out a confused moan. The new position must feel good. Your face contorting into pleasure with a mix of self-disgust is beautiful to him.

“Little bro, come on. Just let yourself feel good.” His thrusts slow and he reaches for your neck. The grip on your throat is intense and you can feel yourself becoming lightheaded almost instantly. It’s an intense feeling that mixes with pleasure, clouding your senses. 

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen or just you giving up, but you begin to buck your hips against Shigaraki’s. Your jaw goes slack and your mouth is open, eyes rolling back into your head. The choking keeps you from making much noise so all you can let out are strangled groans. 

“Finally. Let yourself go. Become my whore, my pathetic cumdump of a little brother. Just be my personal cock sleeve, yeah?” 

The words go in one ear and out the other and you let out a string of agreements. Your back arches, cock twitching and covering your stomach in your own cum. It’s the sudden tightness around him that pushes Shigaraki over the edge. He stills inside you as deep as he can and cums, filling your ass. As he comes down from his high, he lets go of your throat. 

“Good boy.” He smacks your face gently and chuckles at your lack of response. “Gone already? Come on, we’ve barely started.”

[adri-2022]

Worry

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader/ Trudy Platt/ Will Halstead/ Adam Ruzek/ Kevin Atwater/ Kim Burgess

Warning: mention of miscarriage/ fluff

Word count: 1413

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Happiness has always been on your side, coming from a very loving family, by your parents good example you learned to love and have the highest standards for love. For you love didn’t have any limits and neither did age, him being 35 and you 25. You met your husband when you first started working at dispatch -you being a dispatcher-, him being a Detective on the 21st district you had both coincided by a call.

Now married to the love of your life, and currently expecting your first child together. You had managed to keep everything a secret, and with everything I mean everything. No one from his unit knew about your relationship, your marriage and your baby on the way -well no one except from Trudy and Will-.

Strange I know, you had met Will in one of Jay’s facetime calls while dating, where he forgot that you were sleeping next to him; Will caught a glimpse of you which ended in him finding out about the two of you.

As for Trudy, she was suspicious of Jay’s change of behavior, which made her drop in a little unannounced visit to Jay’s apartment, ending in you opening the door, then pretty much her confirming her suspicions. Come on if Trudy didn’t know, then who would -she knew everything about everyone-.

The thing is, the reason you both wanted to keep everything a secret from everyone, is because of the dangers of Jay’s job. It was unpredictable, you both had agreed on it. You weren’t gonna risk anything happening to your baby and Jay, well he would kill anyone who dared try and put their hands on you.

Jay had left the apartment this morning leaving a kiss on your lips, a kiss on your belly, a serious talk about being careful and not to climb on top of things to reach stuff. Yes, he had caught you doing that before -you were unstoppable that’s for sure-. As always before entering the district he took his wedding band off putting it on the chain around his neck and under his shirt.

A couple of hours later the team had to go to med in order to question a suspect. Adam and Kevin staying outside of the suspects room while the others did the work. Everything was silent until,

“So, Jay when are you gonna get yourself a girl?” Adam asked,

“God. Not again…” Jay groaned throwing his head back, Kevin continued,

“C’mon man. Are you really not gonna try to get out there again?”

“Nope. I’m good, thanks” he said dismissive as he watch a couple of nurses rush out to the entrance, Will hot in their heels with a frown on his face. Turning back to them bored expression on his face,

“I’ll tell you what…you leave the topic alone and I’ll do your paperwork for a week” Jay bargained with them, making both Adam and Kevin snicker before nodding. All three of them laughing. This until Jay heard a very familiar voice, which made him turn around.

“Something is wrong. I just know” it was you, worried expression on your face while talking to Will. This made Jay rush towards both Will and you worried expression on his face,

“Hey honey. W-what’s going on? Are you okay? Are you in pain?” he rambled once he was at your side making you look up wide eyes -you weren’t counting on him being there- which ended up making you more worried. Trudy appear behind the gurney, looking at Jay, raising one hand in a calm matter.

“She’s okay Halstead. She called me because she felt weird. We’re here now let’s get her checked” Trudy said trying to calm both you and him.

“Thanks, sarge…” Jay said taking a breath and nodding, making her nod back with an encouraging smile. Before disappearing towards a treatment room, Will pulled Jay into an empty room.

“Jay, you need to calm down alright”

“Calm down. That’s my wife!” Jay said trying to get pass his brother.

“Hey I know. But you need to keep calm, so she’s calm. We don’t want her having a complication, alright?” Will said serious look on his face, making Jay take a deep breath and nod before going over to you.  

“Alright sis. What are you feeling? Can you describe it for me?” Will said while putting on some gloves. You nodded; your hand now clamped on Jay’s while he caressed your hair.

“I- It’s a weird feeling. Like- it’s like a pressure” “Alright, where do you feel the pressure?” your brother-in-law asked while pulling your shirt up slightly so he could inspect your belly,

“Not in one place. It all over my abdomen. That’s why I got so scared” “Okay we’ll do a quick ultrasound to just make sure baby Halstead is alright” Will then smiled encouraging when seeing the look of terror in your eyes.

“I- I’m miscarrying, am I not?” you asked tears in your eyes as you looked at everyone in the room. Immediately Jay shook his head,

“Hey baby. Don’t think like that, okay, everything will be fine” he said looking at Will with an uncertain look, knew he couldn’t promise something like this,

“You can’t promise me that Jay” at this point you had tears running down your cheeks,

“Ah…alright I think I know what it is.” Will said in a recognition manner. Nonetheless this made the air in the room thicker.

“Miscarriage?” you looked at Will wide eyes, “Stop saying that babe…”

“You shut up this is your fault” you exclaimed looking at Jay who had his mouth agape,

“My fault. You were the one who told me you wanted a baby! I just delivered” he chuckled, but you weren’t finding any of it funny,

“Ha, Ha, very funny Halstead” you said sarcastically; Will looking at the both of you with an amused expression. This pretty much happened every day, the bickering the joking, it was routine now. Just then you felt the pressure again, making you put a hand over the area.

“Y/N did you feel the pressure just now?” Will asked making you nod cautiously. He smiled looking at both your husband and you,

“Spit it out dude!” you exclaimed,  

“Your baby is kicking…” Will smiled slightly at both of your surprised faces,

“Seriously?” Jay asked, while you smiled back putting a hand on your belly.

“I hadn’t felt it before. I thought something was wrong” looking at Jay who kept looking at you, his hand on your belly.

“It’s normal for first mom’s to get scared. But in your case- well- let’s say baby Halstead will be a good sports player” Will chuckled while you both laughed. Jay sitting down leaning to kiss you, then starting to talk to your baby.

Unknown to you the entire unit was in the waiting room, confused look on their faces as Will approached Trudy who stood up immediately,

“She’s alright, they’re both okay. The baby was kicking which made her panic…” Will said lowly that only Trudy could hear and smiling slightly at the thought of his niece or nephew. Trudy breath a laugh thanking Will.

“I’m so confused…” Kevin talked first, making Trudy sigh in annoyance turning around an unamused look on her face.

“Listen here idiots. That was Jay’s wife Y/N. In case you dumbasses didn’t understand they’re expecting a baby, she felt sick so a brought her in. They’re both okay” everyone in the waiting room raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“So, why didn’t he tell us…” Adam asked to which Trudy send a bored look his way

“Because Mr. I ask stupid questions. You all have a very dangerous job, that has affected your personal lives one way or another. They didn’t want that for them period, point, blank” she said raising an eyebrow towards them,

“But…” Kim went to talk,

“But sh sh sh! Bla bla bla. But nothing. I don’t want to hear you nagging Mrs. Ruzek. And no one is going to make a comment, or a joke about this. Are we clear?” they all nodded afraid of their sergeant; she was truly a momma bear. Kim going red from what the woman had said about her and Adam’s last name.

“God I seriously don’t know how you call yourselves the most elite unit in Chicago. Pretty sure you are the most oblivious and dumb people I have ever met” with that she left rolling her eyes.