#he wasn't sure until he got the kid in a restraining hold

[zwolfgames]

Yandere Platonic MHA x Child!reader (aftermath)

Part one of this post.

(Warnings: Baby-ing, malicious quirk use, yandere, kidnapping, short epilogue)

(3rd person POV)

You know how life used to suck?

It sucks even more now.

You felt like an infant. These people just kept.... baby-ing you. Sure you were eight but this was ridiculous!

You survived years out on the street alone and now they had the audacity to baby you. Riduculous.

Actually, speaking of your age... You weren't eight... technically you were ten. But they had.... rejuvenated you... forcefully.

A kid, one you had become friends with. A nice girl named Eri. Had been trained to use her powers not too long ago, and what did she do with them? (More like, what she was forced to do with them.) She used her quirk to make you younger, wind your body back two years. Now, you were eight, still.

For the rest, nothing had really changed. Class 1A had gotten clingier. I mean, it's impossible to deny affection forever. A hug was nice yes... but not on practically every moment of the day!

They were a clingy bunch. Aizawa was no diffrent. You were starting to fear he was delusional enough to actually think he was your dad.

But all good things must come to an end.

It was a regular thuesday, you were disguised with a wig and were out on a stroll with Aizawa and some students. To the mall!

Oh great heavens! How delightfull!

Is what you would say if you gave a f-

I mean. Look, yes they were buying you stuff but you had... everything. You didn't need the newest copy of some dragon toy. You had a shelve of them.

As you get shown the whole toy store you spot a figure outside. A hooded man staring straight at you.

A red glint came from under his hood. Perhaps his eye. You raised and eyebrow at him and he waved before leaving.

'Creepy...' You defined it and moved your gaze back at the random colorfull toy they were showing you (shoving in your face).

You tought it had been just another uneventfull day, and that you'd be stuck right back into your room. Door locked, window locked.

But no!

Surpise, surprise!

The lights went out! What an event.

Such rang your sarcastic toughts. That is untill a hand clasped over your mouth and silenced you. Perhaps a gloved hand...?

You weren't sure. But maybe that wasn't your biggest issue of the moment.

The person holding you began to push you away from Aizawa and his classmates.

You didn't know what was happening but hey, something new!

You walked infront of the random person as they pushed you away, trough the panicked crowd in the mall.

You got taken outside and straight into a portal.

Wow, never knew kidnapping was so easy. The criminal probably didn't know it either, perhaps he expected you to struggle but you just walked along.

You arrived in a bar-like room, some people in weird outfits stared you down.

The man holding you firmly sat you down on a chair and tied you to it with a rope. You deadpann and look unfazed. Its not like this was your first time getting restrained.

Not to mention. You used to be a street kid.

"What's your name kiddo?" The hooded man said in a raspy tone as he crouched down in front of you and took his hood off, revealing light blue messy hair and piercing red eyes.

"Why do you look like that?" You ask the man without an ounce of hesitation. What could you say? You've been living with Bakugou for two years. Not to mention class 1-A had let you say whatever the hell you wanted with no reprecussions.

The red eyed man looked taken aback as another weirdo in the back snickers.

"Who. Are. You." He said firmly, his eyebrows creasing. Oh, he was getting serious.

"Y/N." You answer simply. No certain expression on your face. Just plain cold indiffrence.

Perhaps not what this man was expecting from child.

"Well Y/N. You're a hostage of the league of villains now. We will use you against the heroes-"

"Yes, I've figured that out already." You interupt him and he looks ready to strangle you.

"Well I'm Shigaraki-"

"I don't care." You deadpann at him. Gaze unintrested as you stare Shigaraki down.

"Can you shut up-"

"No." You say in a heartbeat. Were you challenging him on purpose. Yes.

You wanted some action. Hate. Something other then that suffocating adoration class 1-A had for you.

And it seems you would get what you wanted.

Untill the crusty man began laughing.

Hysterically even. Full on villain laugh.

"You have some balls kid. I'll give you that. Now why are you so calm huh?" He cocks his head mockingly.

"You wouldn't understand." You sigh and look off to the side.

"Oh but I do. They've kept you prisoner. We know it all. Those puny heros love you." He continues laughing, practically in your face. You were counting his teeth.

"So now. We will use you against them. And don't worry, as long as you stay nice and obedient in your little chair, no harm will come to you." He explains and pats your head in a mocking way.

"Okay." You shrug and don't react any other way. Shigaraki stops his movement and just stares at you in tought.

"Just okay?" He blinks and kneels down to your level.

"Just okay." You nod and the villain is speechless for a moment. That is before he laughs again.

Yea, this was a start to a new page in your life!

You felt new and less trapped, even while being tied to a chair!

So just like that, your stay with the LOV began. You got to know the members. Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Toga, Dabi, Spinner, Twice.

All weird people. But you weren't treated like a toddler anymore so you'd take it.

They could laugh at your attitude. And even if you were the hostage here, they still let you do a lot.

You scraped you knee on the floor once, and instead of being treated like you were on the verge of dying, Toga smacked a bandage on it and pat your head.

It was paradise. Life was great. Finally.

Just relax, do stupid things, eat ice-cream past 8 pm. No bedtime!

A true childs dream.

Did they sometimes come back bloody? Yes. But that was not your concern and you liked it that way.

Who cares that they wete villains? Atleast they treated you with respect. You told them of your street days and they related!

They had been alone too. Outcast.

It's like finding some sort of group of friends.

Tough after a while you noticed that Shigaraki stopped calling the heroes to notify them of their deal.

They'd come get you, and the villains could ambush them.

But... it seems that plan was discarded.

Altough this place didn't feel as suffocating, you were beginning to realise that just like before. You'd get stuck.

Did you prefer this place? Perhaps you did. Villains weren't as cuddley. With exception for Toga...

But It's not like you could actually do something about it.

You were still a hostage. And thats what they called you. Tough you noticed how they slipped up sometimes and called you kid instead.

Or other familial names.

Okay... so perhaps you were getting stuck indeed...

That all changed the day a knock at the door was heard. 'Pizza delivery'. It said.

No, you know what it was.

Heroes. They stormed in and flung their attacks.

Twice grabbed you and ran out, leaving clones of both you and him behind.

It was no use as you were chased by a feral looking Aizawa.

'Its like an extreme version of tag' You told yourself in your mind.

Twice gets pelted to the floor and you get picked up by Aizawa as he runs off.

He gets stopped aswell. Dabi close on his tail.

Blue fire licked at your feet as it hit Aizawa in the back. You fell and rolled a bit further. Getting up like the big brave kid you were.

You sprint away. No way were you dealing with this.

As you ran, Aizawa attacked Dabi relentlessly. Seeing red as he yelled at Dabi for almost hurting you.

What a pathetic display. Off all the things heroes and villains could dight over, they chose a kid.

But whatever. You ran, out of the LOV, away from everyone.

This would be it.

Freedom.

It was all yours!

Ignoring the yelling in the distance you zoomed trough the alleys and streets.

Just get away from them. Thats all you were focussing on.

Maybe you'd end up homeless on the street again. But you didn't care.

You'd be free.

You were free...

You did it.

For now.

I know Y/N is a bit out of character compared to the last one but it is because of their 2 years of living with class 1-A!

Ok bye now have a nice day/night!

[cas-kingdom]

Omg omg omg I'm excited.

Can I request a Owen x daughter reader (or your OC) where she gets in trouble at school and has to get picked up and go to the firehouse? Obviously switch whatever you want but something like that!

A/N: Due to her age, I kept Owen's daughter as my OC!

"Mr. Strand, you don't seem surprised."

Owen tapped his fingers against the armrests of the uncomfortable chair he'd been forced to sit in and pressed his lips together in a thin line. Yeah. This was exactly why Gwyn usually attended these meetings with him.

"I'm not," he said, smiling tightly at the woman sat on the other side of the desk. "Maybe a bit. I mean, Connie's a little spitfire, I'm sure you know that. If someone was mean to her..." He shrugged and shifted in the chair. "Yeah, no, I'm not surprised."

As expected, the woman sat across the desk, Mrs. Winslow, the principle of his eight-year-old's school, was unamused. Lacing her fingers together on her lap, she rose a delicate eyebrow and leaned slightly forward, as though not quite having processed his answer yet. "Mr. Strand, your daughter punched a boy in the face."

Owen pursed his lips. "Because he told her girls couldn't be firefighters," he said matter-of-factly. "Just cause, if I may say so." Mrs. Winslow's frown darkened. "I may not," he corrected. Clearing his throat a little awkwardly, and once again wishing Gwyn hadn't been caught up in a meeting when the school had called, Owen sat up straighter in his chair. He grimaced at the discomfort of his backside. Did they make the chairs hard as nail on purpose?

"Yeah," he said, "I'm sorry. Rest assured, her mother and I will come up with some sort of punishment for her."

Mrs. Winslow stared at him a while longer before sighing and turning to her computer. She clicked a few things. "We're suspending Connie for four days, I'm afraid."

Owen exhaled. "Right," he said. Figures. "And is the boy being suspended?"

"There was no physicality involved on his side."

He failed to see the point, and his face made that clear. "So...is he being punished at all?"

"That will be up to his parents." The roles had been reversed now, with Owen not exactly finding her response agreeable. When his lack of an immediate response caused Mrs. Winslow to return her gaze back to him, she turned in her seat to face him. "Mr. Strand—"

"Bullying is bullying, Mrs. Winslow. Physical or not, works both ways. If teachers aren't punishing kids for being little crap bags then no wonder the kids are acting on it themselves. Food for thought."

Mrs. Winslow looked all but shocked, and Owen couldn't restrain from chuckling softly. He stood to his feet, considered a handshake, decided against it. "I'll leave now. Four days?"

"Four days."

Connie had been waiting outside Mrs. Winslow's office for however long Owen had been in there, swinging her little legs back and forth. She didn't often get in trouble, and she'd certainly never punched anyone before, so Owen couldn't say he wasn't slightly surprised...but still. She was her father's daughter. Had to count for something.

He shut the door and gave Connie a smile, holding out his hand for her to take. "Hey, Sunshine," he said, "heard you got into some trouble."

Connie scrunched her face up as they walked down the corridor. "Sam said girls couldn't be firefighters so I hit him hard, just like you told me to."

Had he? A brief memory of something involving alcohol and a little family get-together at his house swirled around his head.

He winced. He had.

"Yeah," he said hesitantly. "Daddy may have been a little...inebriated when he said that." He paused and turned to pick Connie up, swinging her around so she could hang onto his back. "Really, Con, sweetie, that was a bad call. We don't punch people."

Her little voice came by his ear, confused and noticeably disappointed. "Ever?"

"Not until you're older." He pat her knee. "Bad news is, Mom's gonna want to ground you. That means no TV for at least a week. Good news is you don't have to go to school for four whole days, and you're gonna spend twenty-four hours of those with me at the Firehouse. ‘Cause girls make the best firefighters.”

"Hell yeah!”

Another wince and a quick glance around to ensure Mrs. Winslow wasn't sneaking after them. “Ooh, okay, Daddy was a little inebriated when he said that word also, so let’s pretend it doesn’t exist from now on. 'Specially around Mom. Okay? Okay. That's my girl.”

Lone Star Masterpost

[macsimagines]

Obsessed Ex!Kazutora Headcanons

(Sorry for the delay. I really tried to make this one good. Tell me what you think! Heads up this is completely fictional, and should not be read by anyone under 18, Minors DNI! -Ms.Mac )

TW: MURDER-SUICIDE, Stalking, Obsessive behavior, Violence mentioned, Blood mentioned, Possesive behavior, SUICIDE MENTION

Kazutora loved you, he needed you, he worshipped you. He made sure you knew that two weeks after dating...

He made sure you knew that after texting you when you changed your number for the third time.

He made sure you knew that after you ghosted him, moved, and he still showed up at your new apartment. How did he know where you lived?

He made sure you really knew it when he beat up the guy you went out for coffee with.

"I know you wanted your space, but fucking CHEATING ON ME!?"

Kazutora told you, professed it, screamed it, while the cops were dragging him away and you were asking an officer about a restraining order.

You're trying to think about where you went wrong... you suppose it was after your first date. The one where you ignored the giant red flag when he told you he had "Served time" as a dumb kid for dumb mistakes.

Honestly, you just felt so lucky a beautiful man like that had even given you the time of day. So you shrugged it off. Said we all have things were not proud of.

Maybe it was the time you had sex only a week after seeing each other...

He warned he was a virgin and didn't have much experience. That was fine! You didn't have a lot of experience either. You could learn together! Is that when he got too attached...

It could've been the fact that you ignored how hooked he was on sex all of the sudden. Wanting to do it as often as possible. Everyday.

But he was so willing to do whatever you wanted... He was so eager to go down on you, lapping away at you, whimpering about how good you tasted...

How he would fuck you was just amazing as well. Every roll of his hips, the way he held onto your waist to keep you at just the right angle, the way he would whisper "Like this, sweetheart? That's how you want it right baby?"

Kazutora was a quick study because he seemed to just know what you liked.

When you finally got the goddamn picture, when you realized it was too good to be true was when you jokingly had told him, after two weeks of knowing him, that having so much sex was bad for your poor little heart. Have some mercy on my poor back Kazu!

And he laughed, laid himself right on your chest and wrapped his arms around you. "I can't help it, Y/N! I love you so much. You're the best. You don't even care that I killed a guy."

You're mouth goes dry, and your skin gets ice cold. "Wha-what?"

"Oops, I guess it's two guys. But Baji didn't count. He said it didn't count."

The next morning you're running out of his apartment. You would've left last night if he hadn't been holding onto you like a lifeline. The last thing he whispered was "Your hearts' beating like a little bird. My pretty bird."

Unfortunately, your whole life has gone to shit since then. You don't have it in you to press charges against him. A friend of his, Chifuyu, begged on his behalf. Explained what had happened to Kazutora and how its shaped him.

He promised he would talk to him. Set him straight and make him understand that what he's doing is wrong, and that he needs to let you be.

And for whatever dumb reason you trust him. Like the stupid fool you are.

For a week that seems to work. It's like the guy has finally disappeared. Oh but he didn't. He just got smarter.

Chifuyu couldn't talk him out of loving you, no one would ever understand that you two are soul mates.

He just fucked up. He wasn't as up front and honest with you, or maybe he should have never even told you... He could have waited until after you were married.

Kazutora had gotten you the ring after the first time you two had sex. You were basically married that night. Spiritually bound.

You loved him. You had to. Why else would you take his virginity? Why else would you have accepted him!?

The guy has completely lost it. He's convinced you still love him, like he can hear your voice calling out to him. "Come get me, baby, I misse you~" That must be your soul crying out to him...

He grabs you the next night, when you're coming home from work. He's waiting for you when you walk into your apartment and grabbing your mouth before you can shriek.

Had duct-tape and rope prepared. He doesn't remember why he brought the knife...

After a struggle, stop fighting me, darling, I don't want to hurt you, he's got you nice and tied up... And in a white wedding dress.

Its then that you notice he's in a suit, wrinkled and disheveled. He even pulled his own hair back to try and look nice but he just looks downright insane. Bags under his eyes and this uneasy smile. The knife. Why does he have a knife?

Holding you from behind, sitting down on the floor, with candles and rose petal covering your whole room. He whispers; "I have a ring and everything baby," kissing your cheek and licking away your tears.

The knife. Its at your throat and held in shaky a shaking hand as he slips on the ring. "Got it after we made love that first night. You remember baby? 'Course you do. Best night of our lives, right? Well almost."

His hold on you get tighter, you can barely breath, "This. This is gonna be the best night. Our wedding night." The knife. It cuts your throat slightly, just enough to sting.

"If we had kids, that might'a been the best. But its ok. We're gonna have each other, baby."

The knife digs deeper. The pain isn't the worst part. Its that warm wet feeling dripping down your neck. Its the fact that the blood is choking you. That you can fucking taste it.

Your vision is getting blurry. You look at Kazutora and see that he's crying too. The knife. Its at his own throat now.

"Not even in death, will we ever part."

The world goes black.

[screaming-universe]

Whump and "Why me?" for @eddiediaz-week Day 2, as well as Standing Cuffs for @badthingshappenbingo

(inspiration)

"Why me?" Eddie asks, between pained gasps. He's asked the question before and gotten no answer; there's probably no point in asking anymore. And indeed, he's once again ignored: he's left alone in the dark.

Which really is for the better, probably. Eddie has more bruises than he's ever gotten during his infamous street fighting days and that is saying something. Several ribs are probably broken or at the very least cracked and his throat doesn't feel too good from when one of the guys stepped behind him and just pulled on his necklace. After the clasp broke in the well and Eddie almost lost his pendant—again—he'd bought a stronger necklace with a stronger clasp. And wasn't that just coming back to bite him now?

There's bruises littering his arms from where they've tried to restrain him. Who's he kidding? From where they grabbed his arms so hard it felt as if his bones would shatter, twisted them behind his back so Eddie couldn't even think about resistance. So yeah, he's got bruises on his arms.

The bruises he's more worried about though are on his torso. The ones along the left side of his chest can probably be counted as one now. He's been hit—or was it kicked? probably both—in the side so often now that the skin's scraped and has split open. His side is not only bruised, it's also bloody. Then there's also the bruising on his abdomen which is probably not too good. And the black eye.

Eddie's in pretty shape and he doesn't even know why. There was a house fire and Buck and Eddie had been sent in to look for anybody still inside, anybody who needed help. And the next he knew...the next he knew was waking in the back of a van with zip-ties biting into the skin of his wrists. His wrists, that are currently caught in iron manacles—what is this; a medieval dungeon? seriously—are now suspended from the ceiling by chains—chains—and rubbed raw. Eddie knows he's broken skin there and it's hard to forget when every little movement keeps agitating the wounds anew. 

In addition to his wounds, there is also the fact that nobody's given him water or food and it's been... he's not actually quite sure how long it's been. His watch was taken along with most of his clothes when they first pushed him into this cellar and there is no natural light to help him keep the time. All he knows is that he is very thirsty and his stomach is painfully empty but he's not hungry anymore.

Eddie, to make it short, feels like shit. 

He's tried escaping, of course he has, but all he's managed is fucking up his wrists even further and when a–a guard? or maybe she just noticed by chance? Anyway, when somebody heard the chains jangling, she stormed in and he got another hit to his already smarting ribs.

He's tried telling himself to not despair, to think and wait until an opportunity arises but that stopped working several hours ago. He has no idea why he was taken, he has no idea what they want from him but the fact that nobody has told him or demanded anything implies that they don't want anything from him, personally. Which means that he doesn't hold any cards—and that probably doesn't bode well.

Time goes on and Eddie knows he needs to hold on, physically and mentally. For Chris. He's promised to be there for Chris and right now he very much can't fulfil that promise. He's got to make sure he still will be there to fulfil it, if Chris reaches out. When Chris reaches out. Eddie will hold on for Chris, will not give up, will not despair. He tries to hold onto that thought as much as he can but the despair keeps rising.

[eyes-talks-ocs]

FEBUWHUMP '23

DAY 2: Flinching 

@febuwhump

Character used: Macaw(Dustin) and relevant people from his past. Detailing some story behind one of his most prominent features. 

Warnings: Minor whumpee (late teen), gore, eye trauma, traumatic injury, drugging, self mutilation. (This prompt went hard, but it is kind of a BIG deal in his life.)

This is just quick drabble! Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

–

A split second flinch was all it took to change Dustin's life. A simple shy, and one's world as they knew it, could be changed forever.

"Tomás, you need to come over here." Charlie's panicked voice called into the office.

"What is it?" Tomás rushed to his door frame. 

"Out back." Her hurried voice trailing away as she left back down the hall. Hoping her boss followed her. 

Probably another feral dog dropped off out back ripping through the garbage. That would be the third one this week that Tomás had had to go deal with to keep his staff safe. He should really just start accompanying the girls when they go dump trash, or at least have someone else go with. 

With a sigh, he walked up behind the girl nervously pressed up to the little glass window on the back door, covered by window bars. Looking out towards the dumpsters in the alley. 

"Dog?" Tomás asked pushing her away to see if he could get a look too. 

"No. I'm pretty sure it's your kid." She pointed out the window, tapping the glass. "I can't tell though. I wasn't going to open the door until you got here."

"What?" Tomás shoved his face against the glass, looking out into the dim alley. Sure enough. There was a young adult, or maybe teenager curled up next to a stack of empty cardboard boxes. He was faced away from the door. His head was down, and he was wrapped in a dark colored hoodie.

It honestly was hard to tell who the person was from that window, but the shaggy blonde hair and general build of the person made Tomás think of Dustin right away too. What was he doing? Otto was going to be livid if the kid had snuck away. 

Still uncertain if this actually was Dustin. Tomás used every ounce of caution when opening the door and thinking about approaching. It could be a different person, looking to ambush someone, or someone that was just completely out of their mind due to varying different reasons that surround the tavern. 

"Hey?" Tomás asked calmly as he approached the figure curled up in the shadows. The closer he got, the more he could confirm it was Dustin.  

As the man got closer, at ease now knowing it was his younger companion. The teenager jolted at the noise of footsteps. It looked like it had jerked him awake, as if he had been sleeping there. He scrambled a little bit, before falling forward from his curled position onto his hands in his startle. Then immediately grabbing at his face and whimpering. The pain stabbing through his skull. Burning hot, like a fire poker being pryed into his eye socket. 

At his labored panting, Tomás got down on his knees next to the kid. Confused at the reaction. 

But at the sound of shuffling feet against broken black top. Dustin tried to flee from the sound again. He tried to pull himself away. Clumsy and tripping over himself. Still grabbing and holding his face. 

"Hey. Mijo, Relajarse. Relajarse. Shh. Shh. It's me." Tomás said, jarred by this behavior. Watching the kid try and pull and crawl his way across the alley floor. Kicking up loose gravel and broken glass. But Tomás noticed something strange. 

Dustin didn't stop his panic. Tomás grabbed the kid by the hood and pulled him back into himself. Lightly restraining him. "Hey. Calm down, mijo. Shh." He rubbed and patted the shaky kid's back. All while staring at the bandana that was wrapped tightly, covering his eyes. 

There was also what looked like a note attached to the chain around Dustin's neck. Now crumpled and nearly ripped off from its tethering. 

Dustin started to ease into Tomás as the older man held him. He pulled the note from Dustin's collar and read it. The strangely elegant cursive belonged to none other than Otto:

I don't have the patience for dealing with this. The Rat flinched away from me when I was giving a discipline and he got hurt far more than what was intended. Regardless. I tried to baby him, but lost my temper after a night. I figured you're better at dealing with this sort of thing than I am. You can have him for a little bit. He's useless to me right now.

After reading the note, then looking down at the kid in his arms. He studied Dustin. His clothes looked like they were stained with blood. It was hard to tell in the dark, but he was certain the black hoodie was probably also covered and stiff with blood. The kid huddled against him, seemed completely dazed and disoriented. Dare say, even in shock. 

Otto really did just have him dropped off here like trash. At least he knew Tomás would go to check out any sort of commotion that would have unfolded sooner or later out in the back. 

Tomás grabbed him by the chin and forced Dustin to look up at him. He still held the side of his face in his hand as he let out pitiful breaths. Tomás peeled Dustin's hand away from his right eye and cheek. Confused himself by what was going on. Dustin's face was crusted with blood. Smeared and mixed with dirt and filth. Dustin fought with Tomás for his hand back. His face and the bone under his eye ached like cracked teeth without holding pressure on it. 

Tomás went to move the bandana wrapped around Dustin's face, effectively blinding him. But as soon as he felt Tomás' fingers try to lift the cloth. He reacted violently and lashed out wildly trying to swat the man's hands away. 

"No, no!" Dustin yelped. "The light hurts too much!" His voice was pained. 

"It's night!" Tomás yelled, only out of frustration, at Dustin. "There isn't much light right now, mijo." He sighed as he quieted himself. 

Dustin went back to holding his face, if it wasn't for the bandana covering his eyes, tears would be running freely.

"Charlie. C'mon. Let's get him inside." Tomás called out for the woman. She was there at the door watching. But when her boss called for her, she was quickly there at his side, ready to help out in any way she could now that Tomás gave the go ahead. 

Tomás grabbed Dustin by the arm, looping his own arm around the kid's back. Charlie gently took Dustin's other arm. He tensed a bit at the other set of hands touching him suddenly, but relaxed with easing from Tomás. 

Dustin staggered to his feet. Barely able to stand on his own. Everything started spinning for the poor kid. His head felt like someone was trying to beat it in with a sledgehammer and up felt like down. The burning ache, leaving him almost paralyzed from the pain. Any and all movement hurt. A migraine from hell, if it could even be remotely called that. 

Slowly the two helped Dustin to a spare room. The kid not really able to walk without his legs trying to give out on him. He was whimpering and holding back sobs the entire way they helped him. Still clawing at his face. 

He just wanted relief from it. The longer he was conscious, the more and more pressure built up in his eye and in his sinuses. He just wanted to try and escape from it. This was some of the worst pain he had ever experienced in his life.

No amount of lashings. No amount of beatings. Nothing compared. He just wanted to scream and yell to try and release the agony. 

Tomás helped the trembling kid sit on the bed. Not caring if the kid's dirty clothes stained the fresh pressed linens. 

"Charlie. Shut the lights off." Tomás ordered as Dustin curled back into himself. One hand over his eye. The other in his hair, gripped tight and pulling to try and distract his mind. 

Tomás pulled the string for the bedside lamp. Dustin panting and letting out involuntary whines and choking on tears. Charlie staying back and watching. 

"What happened?" Tomás asked quietly. Gently rubbing Dustin's leg for comfort and orientation to where the man was sitting near him. 

"I can't." He let out a breathless huff. "It hurts. It hurts too much." He pleaded.

"You can't speak?" Tomás asked. Hearing the pure desperation coming from this kid's mouth.

Dustin shook his head no, which only brought more pain. It was enough to cause him to let out a wail. And for him to sink his nails into his own scalp, raking them into his flesh.

"Hey, hey, hey." Tomás grabbed his hand and held it underneath his, stopping Dustin from inflicting any more harm onto himself. He looked to his bar keeper. "Charlie, go find me some oxys, hydros - fuck, even heroin will do. Something. Anything." Tomás seemed to lose a bit of his cool demeanor. There was real fear in his voice. "And a fucking bottle of brandy for me." 

This caused Charlie to start panicking again. "I'll go dig in the safe." She said quickly then leaving to Tomás' office. 

Tomás stayed seated next to Dustin. Stopping the teen from trying to mutilate himself every time a new wave of pain struck him. He could barely sit still, he wriggled and seethed. Tomás really wanted to see what was under that poorly done bandage. Almost certainly fractured bone. Probably a broken upper jaw. For sure a broken nose, judging by the amount of dried blood all over his face and staining his collar. 

"Kill me Rook. Fucking just kill me! Please!" Dustin let out a sob, fighting Tomás to give him his hands back as he tried to rip and scratch the skin off the back of his neck. Clawing and tearing. Trying to find a way to distract and get relief. Begging for something or someone to end his suffering. 

Even though Dustin was still blinded by the folded cloth. Tomás made a very hard and loud mental note to keep everything away that Dustin could use in his reach to hurt himself out of desperation and impulse. 

Charlie came back, after what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only five minutes. "I found this bottle." Charlie wasn't exactly certain where the actual stock of everything was. Just the odd bottle or bags left in the safe if a patron inquired. Only Tomás or James knew the actual location of the rest of it. 

Tomás took the bulk prescription bottle and read it over. Making some decisions. "Take 3 of those tablets, crush them and mix with a little bit of hot water. Just enough to dissolve them well." He handed her back the bottle, then went back to trying to soothe Dustin.

Charlie took off towards the bathroom. Grabbing a plastic cup from besides the empty ice bucket. Once Tomás heard her start running the water, he grabbed the bottle of liquor she had brought him and took a pull. He felt like a heathen for doing so. He had more class than a drunk college kid. But right now he set aside his prideful nature to calm his nerves. 

"Mijo, do you want a drink?" He cleared his throat and touched Dustin's arm. 

Dustin didn't speak, but meekly nodded his head 'yes' and reached out waiting for Tomás to place the bottle in his hand. With care, he placed the brandy in Dustin's hand. Then stood up, "it's open. I'll be right back." Tomás commented, leaving the room briefly. 

When he came back, holding a black nylon bag in his hand. He went to the bathroom to check on Charlie. She was almost done with her task. Tomás went back to sit with Dustin in the dark room, only being lit by that single desk lamp. 

When Tomás came back, and the kid felt him sit back down next to him. He handed the bottle back to Tomás. Who promptly took another long drink before capping it and placing it on the nightstand.

"Soon. Soon, I'll be giving you some relief. I promise my child." Tomás patted Dustin's leg. 

"Thank you." His voice wasn't any louder than a whisper. Even just that little promise was enough to bring a little comfort to the kid. 

"Hey, I think I have it." Charlie stepped out, holding the cup gingerly. Examining her work. 

"Thank you dear." Tomás took the cup and set it on the table, under the light of the lamp. Then proceeded to dig through his bag until he pulled out a little plastic pouch. He tore open the top, then assembled the syringe that was in it. The man took a look at the liquid in the cup and swirled it around the bottom to make sure it was dissolved enough. Satisfied, he drew the liquid into the syringe then turned his attention to Dustin. 

Tomás nudged for his hand. Which Dustin was reluctant to give right away, as he was using it to soothe his pain. With some playing with his skin. Tomás found a vein he thought was decent enough to accept the needle. "Don't be surprised." He said, then skillfully stuck the needle just under Dustin's skin. With a quick flash of red in the barrel of the syringe. Tomás eased the drugs out. The man took a little strip of cotton and held it tightly over the prick as he messaged up Dustin's arm. Hoping to push the drugs through quicker. 

"There. You should start feeling better quickly. Once you get comfortable, I need to take a look at you. I need to mijo. I know it hurts. But you have to let me try and help you." Tomás cooed. Rubbing Dustin's back. 

Dustin nodded his head 'yes' agreeing to let Tomás take a better look at him. 

"Okay. Let's get you out of those dirty clothes. I'll send one of the girls out in the morning to grab you some fresh clothing." Tomás said as he tugged at the arm of Dustin's hoodie. Gently pulling the fabric off for him so he didn't have to move too much and potentially aggravate any of the injuries. He then helped Dustin shimmy out of his tee shirt. Fresh welts and lines of broken skin marred his upper shoulder. Blunt force trauma. No actual gashes, just raw bruises. The new marks fit right in with the company of the healed scars that covered his back. 

Tomás felt like he should have been more taken aback by the recent marks. But he knew Otto, and he knew just how terrible and rough he treated Dustin. It shocked him the first time he saw the kid's bare skin. But now, now he didn't expect any better for the poor boy. At least it looked like it was a relatively light discipline this time. Or for the most part, until he could get a look and judge what was under that bandana.  

While he was helping Dustin, he had Charlie fill the ice bucket with some warm water. Dustin was in no shape to go shower and clean himself off. So Tomás took the liberty of taking a hand towel and cleaning the crust and dirt off of his skin for him. Not being too rough, just enough to get a majority of it. He didn't dare touch or try and clean the teen's neck or face yet. But as he took his time, taking the warm rag and using it to wipe clean the blood from Dustin's chest. He could feel the kid slowly start to settle and calm down. His breathing not so labored, and it seemed that his pain had started to wane as he eased into Tomás sitting next to him. 

"Starting to feel better?" Tomás asked. 

"Yeah." Dustin's words dragged. 

"Okay. Next thing. We're going to lay down. Get comfortable. Then we're going to take that bandana off and see what's going on. Okay?" Tomás asked him, just confirming the plan and waiting for the okay. 

Dustin nodded his head, then feeling around the bed. Trying to find the wall or headboard so he could situate himself to lay down in the position he wanted. 

Once he was settled, laying on his back and finding the pillow. Tomás gently touched Dustin to let him know where he was as to not startle him. "Okay. Are you ready? Most of the lights are off. It's dark in here. Hopefully it'll be okay enough for you." 

"I think I'm ready." Dustin's slurred words finally broke the silence. 

With tender hands, Tomás began to ease the bandana from Dustin's face. Being as slow and gentle as possible. Painfully meticulous to the point his hands felt like they were going to cramp from the amount of control he was trying to use. 

Dark stained paper towel was waded and patched over his right eye. A deep gash broke the bridge of his nose, and his left eye was almost completely surrounded by black and purple from the bruising. He struggled to keep his eye open as he tried to watch and finally see Tomás standing over him. But the swelling was hindering that, along with the constant tearing. Both from the irritation of the injuries and emotional turmoil they were causing. 

Tomás caught the gaze from Dustin's blood shot stare. Seeing the defeat as the kid watched him. "Just rest my child." Tomás cooed softly. "Rest." He repeated with a sigh. Repetition and calm talking was the best way Tomás had learned how to comfort the kid over the course of knowing him. 

The man took the rag and carefully started cleaning away the blood from his companion's face. Leaving the makeshift bandage in place for the time being until he got the 'good' side of Dustin's face made up. 

Then, as easy as he could. Tomás began to peel the matted down paper towel that was covering his other eye. It stuck to his skin and the paper left its fibers plastered in the open gash Tomás had begun to uncover. He didn't want to pull too hard at the paper, he didn't know just how pasted on it was. He didn't want to accidentally start peeling or pulling Dustin's skin with it. 

But surely, with a skilled hand. The grimy paper was removed and Tomás just stared. Uncertain what to make of the injury presented to him. 

When Dustin felt the open air on that side of his face he tried to crack his eyes again to look up at Tomás. "How bad is it?" Dustin asked in a groggy tone. Unable to open his right eye at all.

"Just rest." Tomás said. "We'll just have to wait until the swelling goes down to see." He said those words, but he knew just by looking that it was bad. He only said that to keep the kid calm. But what was done, was done.

This eye was just as bruised and black as the other. But also bloodied. It was hard to tell just how extensive the injuries were past the swelling and torn skin. He brought the rag over to that side of his face, and started cleaning. Curiosity, and the need to thoroughly rinse out the open wounds, had him delicately trying to pull open Dustin's eye. The moment Tomás put a little pressure to pull down the bottom lid. Dustin let out a wail in pain. He thrashed, and clawed Tomás away from him as he clutched his face. Kicking and reeling. 

"Eh, eh, eh - hush. Hush." Tomás wrapped his arms tightly around the kid, pulling him close and tight into his chest. "I'm sorry." He whispered. A waiver to his voice, not certain how to help him.

He eased being held, and settled into weak sobs against Tomás. 

"You have to let me look and wash it out." Tomás hummed. 

"It's already clean." Dustin huffed. "Otto cleaned it." 

"How?" Tomás asked, knowing Otto wasn't the person to go to for first aid, nor was he one to assume a very caretaker like roll. 

"Rubbing alcohol." 

"Jesus. Warm water would have been enough to rinse it out." Tomás breathed. Imagining the screams that poor child let out. "Honestly, that probably would have done more harm than good. But I'll leave it alone." He set the cloth down on the table. Then dug through his bag for a proper bandage and patch to cover the wound. 

After laying him back down, and patching his face up. Tomás covered the boy. "I'll have Charlie bring you some ice to rest over your eyes. Try and sleep my child."

[starlightsearches]

can i request some eddie munson softness with a love confession and first kiss? 💕

Thanks for the requests friends! I've tried something new here, so I hope we all like it! Let me know what you think 💖

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

requests are open but I'm slow

The bell rings, finally. You've spent the last eight hours holding your breath.

You just manage to hold back a grateful groan as you pack up, slipping out of the classroom and into the halls. You pick up the pace as the crowd thins, just barely restraining yourself from racing to the clunky metal doors and into the parking lot. Your eyes scan across the cars until you find your own.

Disappointment folds your features into a frown. There's no note today.

It had started a few weeks ago. You'd pulled the first paper out from under your windshield wiper with a little apprehension—waiting for some rude comment about your parking or a joke at your expense.

You look really pretty today :) had been the message you read instead.

You remember the way your hands shook, paper fluttering in your grip. Stuff like this doesn't happen to you. You fly under the radar at Hawkins High, after the new kid novelty wore off a few months ago, and so you'd told yourself to brush it off, even if it made your throat go tight. Somebody had probably put their note on the wrong car.

But you hung out in the parking lot a little longer in the mornings, just in case.

More notes started appearing, and those times couldn't have been mistakes. In your locker, snuck between the zippered gap of your bag, waiting on the library circulation desk right before your TA period.

I love how nice you are to everybody

Every time I hear you laugh I feel like I'm gonna puke, but, you know, in a good way

Are your lips as soft as they look? Not knowing is kind of killing me a little bit

Your hand brushed mine when I checked out a library book a couple weeks ago and it wasn't even a big deal but I can't stop thinking about it

Excitement flowed through your veins each time you unfurled the little love notes, tucking them away in your bag before anyone else could see. There were some things you just wanted to keep to yourself.

But it's been almost a week since the last note, and you're starting to wonder . . . was it all in your head?

You're staring at the windshield so hard it could melt the glass, hoping for a note to appear. A hand shows up instead, clad with familiar rings.

You shake yourself out of those thoughts. "Oh—hey, Eddie."

Eddie gives you an easy smile, hands shoved back inside the pockets of his jean vest.

"Hey, space cadet," he says, hip propped against the front of your car, "what'cha thinking about?"

You almost tell him. You want to, itching to reach into your bag and rain the little paper scraps into his hands. Would he tease you about it? Would he be skeptical—say that it was probably just a joke?

Would it make him jealous?

You shouldn't want that. Eddie's your friend. Your best friend in Hawkins, and those are hard to come by.

"Nothing, just kind of out of it. Are we still on for tonight?"

"Of course, sweetness. Meet in an hour, at the trailer?"

"Sure thing, I'll grab a couple of movies so we have some options."

Eddie's knuckles rap on the hood of your car, the corner of his mouth turned up. "Sounds good."

But his van isn't there when you drive up to the trailer, throwing your car into park.

You're not early—a glance at the clock on your dash tells you that quickly enough—and so you step into the cooling autumn air. He probably ran to make a quick sale, or maybe to pick up some snacks, but the sun is still shining and you would be fine to wait for him on the porch until he got back.

The trailer windows are dark; Wayne must not be home either, which you'd expected, but you peer past the blinds anyway, thinking about knocking just in case, until you spot it.

A folded piece of notebook paper stuck between the cushions of the couch. You tread carefully across the porch, eyeing the little paper.

It's got your name written on it.

The word no rings through your body like the sound of a bell, chiming in your bones, because you hadn't let yourself imagine the possibility that Eddie could have been the one. Your best friend Eddie—with his big sweet eyes and even sweeter personality—watching you laugh and growing warm, brushing your hand and thinking about it for days on end, catching sight of you across the parking lot and thinking you looked pretty.

You hadn't let yourself think it, because you knew how much it would hurt to find out it wasn't true. You hadn't anticipated how the ache would feel to find out it was.

The note slips open between your fingers, and you're devouring the words before you can stop to think. The top of the page is streaked with black eraser marks, paper worn thin underneath the word Hey.

Hey,

I was kind of hoping I could say this to you in person. And when I decided that wasn't going to happen, I thought I could at least hand you a note, but I burned chickened out with that one too, and I don't have anymore notebook paper so this is kind of a last resort.

I guess I'm sorry if the notes I left you were annoying, or if I, you know, got your hopes up too much. I guess It's just I didn't realize it for a while, but I'm happier when you're around. I know we haven't been friends for very long, but I feel like everything's been better since you showed up. And it's not just that I actually might graduate this year, or that I finally get what the fuck is going on in Mrs. O'Donnell's, but it's just . . . I don't know.

Henderson and the freshmen started teasing me about you a few weeks ago. I told them to shut up about it (I hope they didn't go after you too) but it got me thinking that things haven't really changed around here. I'm still in the same shitty situations stuck around the same shitty kinds of people, so what's got me feeling this different?

I knew it was you. The whole fucking (sorry) world knew it was you, but I didn't want to say it because why would you go for a guy like me anyways?

I was gonna keep quiet about it, I promise. I wasn't gonna make it your problem, but I couldn't stop myself because I realized you didn't get it. You weren't seeing how cool you were. Like actually cool, and funny and smart and weird (in a good way) and I wanted to tell you all of that stuff but I couldn't, because a lot of what I thought wasn't really something you could say to a friend. And I didn't just want to be your friend.

That's why I started writing the notes.

I was hoping you might talk about them somewhere I could hear, like at lunch, or that you even would tell me about them, so I could get a peek inside your head, but you never even mentioned them. I didn't want to annoy you or anything, so I stopped. But that just made me want to say that kind of stuff to you out loud.

Anyways, I won't say a word about it if you don't, but I figured if not saying anything would kill me anyways, telling you couldn't be that much worse.

Love,

Eddie

Your hands are shaking in the dimming sunlight, goosebumps dotting your skin as the air turns cold. You're halfway through your second read when you're interrupted by the squeal of tires and the thrash of metal, watching Eddie turn into the trailer park on two wheels, slamming on his breaks just in front of the trailer.

He hops from the driver's seat—too engaged in what he's doing to notice you, or your car, patting down his pockets until he finds what he's looking for, sliding his lighter out of his jacket pocket, flicking at it a few times with restless fingers. When Eddie sees you, his eyes go big like a baby deer's.

You stare at each other in silence for ages, waiting for the other to speak. You lift your hand holding the letter without really thinking about it.

"Were you coming back for this?" you ask.

Eddie falters, nudging the toe of his shoe against a clump of weeds on the ground. "I guess that depends on what you thought of it . . . "

You just laugh, tripping over yourself to get off his porch, throwing your arms around his neck and catching him in a kiss.

"Eddie, I loved it."

fluffy drabble prompts

[luimagines]

You give them a kiss!

Masterlist

Despite the earlier confusion, I’ve got it done! Here you go Anon!

Since there wasn’t any specification, it’s set platonically (but maybe hidden feels) so I hope that’s ok.

Content under the cut!

Wind

You hear Wind call your name. It’s loud and joyful and inexplicably full of excitement.

It immediately light your heart and you turn to see where the voice came from. Wind is starting to run in your direction something clenched in his hand. You can see it sway from his grip but he’s moving too fast for you to get a good view of what it is.

He stops in front of you, hiding what he had behind his back with a a wide grin his face. “I’ve got something for you!~”

You smile and drop what you’re doing, giving him your full attention. “What is it Pirate?”

“Close your eyes.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Please!”

You oblige.

There’s a moment of silence before you feel something being placed on your head. It’s light but it feels oddly familiar and you open your eyes.

Whatever was in Wind’s hands before is gone and he’s staring at you with a pleased look on his face.

You slowly raise your hands to touch what it is and feel yourself smile.

It’s a flower crown.

“I made it myself!” Wind declares proudly. “Hyrule showed me how to make them. It’s not exactly the first one I made... That one didn’t come out as good, I think. But I like this one and thought it would look great on you!”

Your smile widens to a grin and you pull Wind into a hug. Your heart swells in adoration for this boy and you spin him around somewhat. “I love it! Thank you!”

You pull away slightly and give him a kiss on the forehead as thanks. “You’re very sweet.”

There’s a slight blush on his face as he pulls away from you, but his smile never falters. “Well, I’m glad you like it.”

Twilight

"Hey Twilight!" You skip to his side and place your hands on your hips. "How are you on this beautiful day?"

"I'm doing mighty fine, thank you." Twilight tosses a grin over his shoulder before he goes back to checking through Epona's supplies.

"What-cha doing?"

"Just checking through an old bag of mine. I'm looking for a new shirt."

This piques your interest. "Why?"

"My current one is starting to smell to kingdom come so while it needs to be washed, I need to find my other one."

"Well... I mean it's not that....Yeah..... Wild and I didn't want to say anything, but at least you're aware."

"Ok. Thanks." Twi deadpans. "I can feel your support from miles away. I am so glad that I'm traveling with you lot."

"We like having you around too!" You grin and punch his shoulder lightly. "Enough so that it's easy to tolerate the dog smell."

"You know what-" Twilight takes a swing in your direction but you easily dodge it. He's quick to follow you and take another swing.

You catch it and bring his fist towards your mouth to place a quick kiss on his knuckles.

"Maybe a shower will help too." You grin.

Twilight groans and takes his hand back. "I'll take that into consideration."

He begin to absentmindedly rub his thumb over where you kiss him even as he turns away from you and back to Epona.

"Glad I could help."

"Get out!"

You leave laughing.

Warrior

"Excuse me, but I need your assistance." Warrior walks up to and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. "It'll only take a moment."

"Sure thing Capitan." You grin and drop your little project into your pocket. "What do you need?"

"I heard that you have a specific set of skills that I believe would help me greatly in a personal endeavor of mine."

"Drop the fancy talk." You deadpan. "It only makes you look suspicious."

"I want you to teach me about flowers." He admits in a rush.

"...Why?"

"...Seeecret." Warrior hisses through his teeth, unwilling to tell you why. "You're good at knowing what plants do what and how they help people. You're the best person to go to."

"It comes with the territory of herbalism." You grin. "But it's not all about flowers. I'd have to know what you're going to do with the plants if you want me to help you."

Warrior pauses and he takes a while to think about your reply. There's a moment where you can see that's he's battling himself about your conditions. Somewhere among the lines he comes a consensus and sighs. "...But it was supposed to be for you."

There's a blush on his face and he begins to scratch the back of his neck. He's not meeting your eyes.

His reveal surprises you and you smile at the soft confession. You stare at him for a little moment longer you snort. "Ok fine. I'll let you keep your secrets. I've been teaching Hyrule about being an herbalist and he's learning at an incredibly fast rate. He's your second best bet at this point."

"The Traveler?" Warrior blinks. "When did you start doing that?"

"A while ago." You shrug and skip in his direction until you're toe to toe.

"Whatever your surprise is I'm sure I'll like it." You say and go up onto your tip toes to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "You're a sweetheart. thank you in advance. I'll be waiting!"

You hear Warrior audibly gulp as you leave. "Ok! I'll- I'll get working on it!"

Wild

"Wild! I'm bored!" You cry out and flop onto the ground.

You were placed on Wild babysitting duty, curtesy of Twilight, while the others went to go scope out the nearest village for both supplies and information. But because of Wild stepping out of line and going against orders, he was benched until further notice.

"We're both bored." Wild groans and flops on top of your stomach.

You grunt with the unexpected pressure and force from the hit and drop your arm onto his face. "What can we do!?"

"I don't know!"

"But you always have something on your mind."

"That doesn't mean I can just pop out an idea whenever I want!" He shouts back. "My creative process is an enigma. Not even I can control it or will it into action."

You sigh. "So now what?"

A moment of silence.

"Wanna make out?"

"What?" You sit up, pushing Wild off of you in the process.

"Kidding! Kidding!" Wild laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. "I saw an opportunity and I took it."

"Wild." You deadpan, not elaborating on anything else. You do not continue your sentence.

Wild descends into snorts and giggles at your unamused face and he's completely lost himself in his own head.

In the distance you can hear Legend and Warrior arguing with each other and know that you're time alone with the wild child is up. A wicked streak kicks up inside you and you smirk to yourself.

Before the others can come close enough to see the both of you, you maneuver upwards and into Wild's personal space and place a kiss smackdab on his cheek- stilling him entirely.

"Next time-" You say as you stand. "-Tell me what you want to do before the others can come and interrupt."

You send him a quick wink and leave him to his thoughts. You're quick to greet the others and act as if nothing had happened at all.

Wild is still stunned and red in the face where you left him even as the others come close to the camp.

Twilight goes to question what's wrong with him but from what you can hear, Wild doesn't kiss and tell.

Time

Time calls your name with audible hesitation.

It's unusual to say the least and it's enough for you to drop every you're doing and give him all of your attention. "What's up? Is something wrong?"

Time doesn't say anything nor does he make eye contact, and it's even more concern as the moment passes.

"Are you ok?" You stand and make your way toward him.

Time clears his throat for a hot second and takes a steadying breath to meet your eyes. "Everything is fine, it's just, I wanted to ask for your opinion."

You're confused. "That's it? Time, you freaked me out for a second. Ask away."

"Um..." Time stalls intelligently. "Wind pointed out there's a shore line nearby. I was thinking the boys could use a day off....play in the water or the sand, just a break to-"

"YES! Yes! Yes!" You scream and jump up in excitement. "Really? Are we that close? We can have a beach day? Are you serious? Can we go?"

You can feel yourself beam and if he were to say that everyone was getting ice cream and can sleep in tomorrow then you were sure you'd be vibrating.

He looks at you with mild surprise but a soft smile crosses over his face.

"Link, that's a great idea!" You jump on him, hug him, wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss on the cheek. "This is great! When? Today? Tomorrow?"

You drop and jump a bit on your toes still.

He grins. "I wanted to see if we could camp there tonight, and spend the whole day tomorrow just relaxing."

"I can do that! We can do that! This is great! It'll be so much fun! I hope there's waves. I've wanted to teach Wild how to surf and maybe we can get Twilight to join. This is great!" You're too excited to think about where to go but Time points in a direction behind with a wink.

"How about you go help pack up the camp? I'll go collect the boys!"

"Absolutely! You absolute champion!" You run off to go meet up with some of the others and do your given task.

Time chuckles a bit and places his fingertips against where your lips were. It wasn't the reaction he was expecting, but he's not complaining.

Legend

"Excuse me Mr. Hero, what do you think you're doing?" You walk up behind Legend and put your hands on your hips.

You had caught him going through your bag. As obvious as it was that he was trying to be stealthy, he wasn't fast enough to get out before you came back.

Legend freezes on the spot and doesn't turn around to look at you.

"Why are you going through my stuff?" You raises an eyebrow and try to not yell. It's a barely restrained rage that flows through your blood as someone goes through your things without your permission. But it's Legend, you trust him and you don't want to take things out of proportion or escalate things higher than they should.

"I... Um..." Legend gulps and stands up, leaving your bag alone. He kicks the flap over, hiding the insides of it from other prying eyes.

You keep your eyebrow raised and watch as he squirms uncomfortably under your stare.

"I was trying to see if you needed anything." He somehow manages to look up and look you in the eye.

"Like?"

"Supplies."

"Like?" You press.

"Just stuff." Legend snaps and walks away. "We got back from shopping. I just wanted to know if you needed anything."

"And you didn't think to just ask?"

"It's whatever!" He storms away a little quicker than you think he would normally. He's hiding something.

You quickly make your way to your bag and shuffle through it.

You're not missing anything.

Nothing of yours is gone but there's a new thing you notice.

You see three new healing potions that were decidedly not there before along with four packs of trail mix and food stuffs that look nothing like what you usually pack for yourself.

Understanding cascades over you like a wave and you take a deep breath to calm the last of your budding anger.

You seal your bag and leave it there, quickly following after Legend before he can get too far.

You power walk next to him and stop him with a hand on his shoulder. "Hey."

"I didn't do anything!" Legend pulls himself away from you.

"Doubt it." You lean in and place a quick kiss on his temple before he can get away from you entirely. "Thank you. I saw what you did."

"And what did I do?" He wipes it off aggressively.

"Something very kind."

Legend stills once more and keeps rubbing off your kiss. "...It's nothing."

You snort and begin to walk away from him. "Regardless, thank you."

"...You're welcome."

Hyrule

“Would you believe me if I said that I’ve never seen someone be able to do this before?” You ask Hyrule one day out of the blue.

“Do what exactly?” He pauses the spell, your wound stays only marginally healed because of it.

“Do magic.” You shrug. “It’s... not really a thing where I’m from. We have magician but they’re all for show and it’s mostly illusions. You know, smoke and mirrors and the like. If you can figure out how they do it when it’s pretty simple.”

“That sounds... depressing.” Hyrule twists his face and goes back to healing you. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“It’s not so bad. It’s mostly for fun.” You try to sit up now that the pain isn’t as severe. Hyrule doesn’t let you. “Can’t lose what you never had.”

“But it’s all I’ve ever had.” Hyrule’s eyebrows furrow and you can see the gears turning in his head. 

You let him think in the time it takes for you to get fully healed. Hyrule has always needed a little space to get his thoughts together before he says something. 

You’re fully healed in seconds and Hyrule leans away from you. You get to finally sit up fully and you take his hand in yours. He lets you take it and lets you study his hand with gentle fascination. 

No words are exchanged between the two of you and you pull his hand even closer to you. Before Hyrule can even think of pulling away you place a kiss against his knuckles.

“It’s a gift.” You say. “Don’t take it for granted.”

Hyrule smiles slightly and grips your hand. “Thanks. I think you might have a concussion though.”

“It’s nothing you can prove.” You answer with a loopy smile.

Hyrule snorts and stretches his hand by your head.

“Oh, yeah.” He grins. “That explains it.”

Four

Four calls your name with slight hesitation and you instantly give your attention to him out of concern. 

When you see him, he’s hiding something behind his back, slightly hunched back and has a blush on his face. He doesn’t appear to be injured or in any sort of pain so it can’t so bad.

“Four?” You stand up fully and begin to walk in his direction. “Everything ok? Is something wrong?”

Four shoots up and begins to stammer slightly. “No, I- You see- It’s nothing! Everything’s fine.”

“Four.”

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just- it’s nothing.” Four laughs unconvincingly and scratches the back of his neck. “Here. I made this for you.”

Four holds out a little package covered in cloth with both of his hands and refuses to make eye contact with you.

Intrigued, you close the distance between you two and reach out to take it. The cloth seems high quality and you wonder how much it must have cost to get even a fraction of the square he’s just given you. The package itself is hefty or at least heavier than you thought it would be. 

Four is still refusing to make eye contact but he stays with the clear intent of watching for your reaction. 

You unfold the cloth over the weight and hold it from under. Repeating a similar action for the other side, you see underneath it two beautifully crafted twin daggers. The hilt is what catches your attention the most. It has red and black accents, each of the colors swirl around each other and mimic the wings of a butterfly when placed side by side. There was a hook at the end of each dagger, expertly hidden and you wouldn’t have found it if it hadn’t nagged your sleeve as you passed your fingers over the blade.

You looked with intrigue and gently picked up the blades out of the cloth. You tossed the cloth onto your shoulder and hooked the blades together out of curiosity. 

They fit together perfectly to create an elongated weapon.

“You made this?” Your breath leaves you in a whisper as you admire the craftmanship. “How? When?”

“It’s a secret.” Four grins softly, not bothering to hide his self satisfied smirk..

“And it’s for me?” You grip it tighter and flip it through your fingers, spinning it slowly. 

“Yup.”

You don’t reply, too enraptured in taking it all in. Even as you spin it, it’s astonishingly light for both of them being combined than you feel it should be. 

It must have taken a while to make this.

“Do you like it?” Four returns to be being bashful and kicks the dirt softly.

Your head snaps in his direction and you fling your arms around him. “I love it!”

Four takes a step back from the collision and is too shocked to hug you back.

“Thank you!” You shout and give him the biggest kiss you think you get away with on his cheek.

“I’m totally showing these off!” You bounce off of him. “Wild’s going to be so jealous! Thank you Four!”

You run away to find something to use them against as Four stays behind.

A hand slowly reaches up and touches the cheek where you kissed him. “You’re welcome.”

Sky

“SKY!” You shout and take off in a running sprint. You’re by his side in seconds and you’re quick to wrap your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you as well and turns your momentum in a spin.

“Well hello there!” He calls back in return, a grin on his face. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“Would it just be enough to say that I just missed you?” You grin back and get off of his back, keeping your arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"Perhaps, if I didn't know you as well I do." Sky replies with a subtle smirk.

"Rude."

"Am I wrong?" Sky raises a teasing eyebrow.

"That's what you think. I am a ball of mystery." You let him go and step away. "I am in no way predictable. There's no way you can know all my moves."

"I bet that I could."

"I doubt it."

"Try me."

"Alright." You tilt your head up and place a kiss squarely on his cheek.

It stuns him in place and you grin at the result.

"Bet you didn't see that coming."

"Admittedly-" Sky gulps and blushes all the way to his neck. "-I did not."

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Hopper pulls up to the library, thankful to get a spot up front. He steps out of the vehicle and makes his way inside, Powell behind him.

Hopper takes off his hat as he enters the building, making sure to send a big smile to the librarian.

"Hey, Marissa. How you doin'?"

The disapproving look on Marissa's face never left as she spoke.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here."

"What?"

"You could have at least called, said, 'Marissa! Hey, it's not gonna work out. Sorry, I wasted your time. I'm a dick.'"

Powell was unsure of what to do; he looked from Marissa to Hopper, waiting.

Hopper only stares ahead for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally, with a subtle smirk, he mutters,

"Yep."

She looks to him, shaking her head expectantly. He seemed at a loss for words again as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry. Uh... Maybe we could go out again next week?" He offers, hoping for the best. She slowly turns her head to Powell and gives him a 'is he for real?' look. In turn, Powell slowly looks over to Hopper awkwardly. Hopper, already knowing he chose his words poorly, visibly cringed, and was eager to change the subject.

"Newspapers? You guys got newspapers around here?"

Marissa had shown them over to the filing cabinet and started pulling out drawers, naming the selections.

"We have the New York Times, the Post, all the big ones. Organized by year and topic. You can find the corresponding microfiche in the reading room." She briefly gestures behind her.

"Okay, we're looking for anything on the Hawkins National Laboratory."

"Well, shouldn't you be looking for that missing kid?"

"Yeah." He states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We are."

She nods her head, suspicious.

"Uh, so, why don't you start with the Times, and we'll check out the Post."

Marissa scoffs and looks behind her to Powell, unsure if he's serious. She turns back to Hopper and lets out a soft 'hmph!' before strutting away. Powell steps forward and lowers his voice in a questioning tone.

"The librarian?"

Hopper shrugs wildly before diving into the drawers of files.

The two men had gathered a handful of files and set to work in the other room. Each at their own microfiche, reading every column.

Hopper scanned another column that caught his attention.

'ALLEGED EXPERIMENTS, ABUSE' by T. Bridges.

"Terry Ives' legal case against embattled research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner suffered another setback today when the district attorney's office formally refused to press criminal charges against Brenner, his fellow researchers, assistants, or the project's sponsors, citing lack of evidence. Local law enforcement executed a search..."

Next column.

'MKULTRA EXPOSED' by T. Bridges

"The trust of the American people has been shaken to its core as a special inquiry into a covert CIA operation, code-named MK ULTRA, has exposed the extensive details about that which has been haunting the nation for the past decade. Six subjects have come forward..."

This particular column was accompanied by a negative of seven people. Five of which were slightly disheveled, in hospital gowns. A man in a turtleneck and blazer stood obediently in the back. A man in a fancy suit and tie, holding a clipboard stood front and center. A man with whom Hopper guessed to be Brenner.

Next slide.

'DR. MARTIN BRENNER NAMED IN LAWSUIT' by A. Ward - Staff Writer

"Senior researcher Doctor Martin Brenner and seven other staff researchers have been named in a new lawsuit filed today on behalf of former federal research study participant, Terry Ives. Dr. Brenner's attorney in conjunction with the Department of Energy has asked the circuit court to seal the details of the lawsuit until the attorney general's office can determine that no federal..."

Hopper found himself more engrossed and confused as he read.

"...her newborn daughter for scientific research. Following an investigation, the district attorney has already declined to press criminal kidnapping charges against the research facility and staff, citing lack of evidence. Dr. Brenner's attorney called Ms. Ives' allegations baseless and tragic, citing Dr. Brenner's excellent reputation, his twenty recent peer-reviewed scientific papers..."

The next slide was a short column with another accompanying photo. Although the picture was small and blurry, it wasn't hard to see the grief-stricken features on the young woman.

TERRY IVES SUING - 'They took my daughter' by Benjamin Buck

"After the district attorney's office declined to press criminal charges citing lack of evidence, local resident Terry Ives is not giving up her search for justice for herself and her daughter, and this morning filed a lawsuit against research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner and his staff.

Ms. Ives' suit seeks unspecified damages against Dr. Brenner and his facility, alleging physical abuse, sleep deprivation, malnourishment, and multiple allegations of kidnapping; both attempted and successful..."

Hopper sighed, trying his best to swallow all of this new information.

'What the hell has been happening in this damn town?'

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Three. One. Five. The numbers on the strange new bracelet read three one five.

Thankfully, El was able to find her way back outside by the large telephone pole where Mike told her to meet them. But El was still nervous. She just hoped no one had spotted her.

El couldn't find it in her ability to stay still. She couldn't stop pacing and she was subconsciously shaking out her hands, her nerves shot.

'What if someone saw her?'

She eagerly checked the bracelet, muttering aloud to herself.

"Three-one-five. Three-one-five. Three-one-five..." her voice turned soft as her confidence wavered. The only thing that was able to take her attention away from the bracelet was the familiar sound of meowing next to her.

Shocked, she looked over to see a scrawny orange cat staring at her from the other side of the fence. It began to meow again and panic and guilt crashed over her as once again another terrible memory resurfaced.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

The white cat in the cage before Eleven let out a terrible hiss at her. Her head began to shake as she strained her ability. The combination of the cat growling and hissing and the frantic beeping of the machines was enough to push her even further.

She didn't want to. She never wanted to hurt this poor creature. But she knew that if she didn't, she would have to face the consequences. She would have to go back there. The cat gave out another deep growl and Eleven tried to the best of her ability not to cry. Not to break.

The cat began snarling, and it quickly turned to whimpers of pain. Eleven was freely crying now as she looked between the frightened cat and Papa. She gave one final look at the cat before yanking the wires off her head in defeat.

No. She couldn't.

She wouldn't.

She looked at Papa defeated. She shook her head in defiance, though her sobbing gave away her true feelings. He only stared at her in disapproval.

"No! No!" She struggled and kicked. She fought back with all her might while Papa stood at the end of the hallway. Doing nothing.

"Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa!" She screamed her throat raw as the men dragged her away, yet as always Papa only watched it happen.

"No!" Her shrieks grew more violent as she neared the room.

She couldn't go back in there.

She couldn't.

The men tossed her inside and began closing the door.

She wouldn't.

Eleven stood to her feet and before they could close the steel door, she threw it open in a fit of rage, her attention quickly shifting to one of the men doing this her. In the very next instant, his back was thrown into the ceramic just behind him. His limp body slipped to the floor, leaving a large hole in the tile.

The second man spared a second to look before turning to her to try and restrain her.

Before he could even step foot in the room, he was dead on the floor, his neck snapped. All with the flick of her head.

Overwhelmed with exhaustion, she collapsed against the wall, her nose and ears bleeding.

Papa appeared. He took one look at the cracked wall, to the collapsed man, and then at Eleven. Yet she couldn't move. She was completely drained, all she could do was stare at him. He slowly stepped towards her, staring at her.

She looked up at him in fear of what would happen next, and what did was not something she could have anticipated. He slowly reached his hands out, cupping her face. Sobs wracked her body, and he stared at her in awe.

"Incredible."

He reached down, hooking an arm under her legs, th arried her like an infant. He carried her out of the room and down the hallway, staring at her sobbing form as if he hadn't been the one to cause it.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"El!"

El turned her head to see Mike, Y/n, Lucas and Dustin. They were walking their bikes across the muddy grass in her direction.

Mike looked to her concerned as he, as well as the others, turned their bikes around.

"You okay?"

Relieved to see her friends, she nodded her head.

Mike gave the seat of his bike a few pats.

"Hop on. We only have a few hours."

Hesitantly, she walked forward. But she complied nonetheless and got on Mike's bike, and the five of them peddled off.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The five us were walking our bikes through the woods. Dustin and Lucas were in the back, while Mike and El were just a few steps in front of me. El was looking around as she walked and suddenly I felt her eyes on me. I suddenly became very self-conscious of my cut.

I got it to stop bleeding eventually, but I don't know how I will ever explain this to Mom. She worries so easily. And, I don't think I have ever had a cut this big but I'll survive. My thoughts are cut short when I become very aware of the fact that El had fallen back next to me and was now looking at me with concern.

"Why did they hurt you?" Her voice came out very soft but was laced with concern.

"Huh?" I asked surprised.

El extended her arm out and pointed to my chin. I looked down, upset with how things went today.

"Oh, that. I uh, well... I was tripped. By this mouth breather, Troy."

Her face scrunched up in confusion.

"'Mouth breather?'"

"Yeah. You know, a dumb person,"

I suddenly grew quiet, and El noticed.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

I paused. "Yeah. Yeah, it'll be ok." I said.

I knew what she meant but I didn't think it was noteworthy to bring up how I was feeling.

"Y/n." I turn to look at her and she is giving me a knowing look. "Friends tell the truth."

I began to fight tears that were stinging my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall.

"I just... I just miss him. Will, I mean. And the things Troy was saying..." I began feeling myself get worked up again at the mere thought of it. "They were awful. Truly awful, and I just... I'm tired. And worried. And I just want to find my friend."

There was suddenly a somber silence over the group that was quickly broken by El's soothing tone.

"Y/n," she said sternly, pulling my eyes to her. There was a soft demand behind her eyes, willing my gaurd down. "I understand."

I looked at her, a grateful smile on my features and my voice came out in a weak whisper.

"Thank you, El."

She gave me a warm smile in return. It very much resembled the one I gave her the first night we met. It was at this moment I knew. I had just found myself a very unique and powerful friendship; one that stood out from my friendship with the party.

El and I have a lot more in common than I thought.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

A villain is always a villain.

LISTEN. THERE IS SO MANY TRIGGER ON THIS THERE IS NO HAPPY ENDING OR NO FLUFF I SWEAR IS PURE ROTTEN ANGST DONT READ IT.

"I'm sorry sir. But even with your quirk, your wife would suffer immense pain over the procedure and die on the bed.... and... my sincerity apologizes... but she's got only one week."

He couldn't exactly describe what he felt when those words from the doctor left his mouth and arrived to his ears. He didn't had even know when he had overhauled his gloves and the chair he was in making him fall on the ground and come back to his senses...

Everything... was falling apart. If he was only fast enough to get the symptoms appearing... he could have prevented, it would have caused you an huge amount of pain but at least you would've have survived.

Why hadn't he noticed it?

Because he was living his dream.

Because you two married. Had beautiful moments together... and just about one year and a half ago had a son. A health kid.

He was happy. He even talked about it with Pops, and the old man suggested for him to leave the Hassaikai for a while to raise his kid on a peaceful environment, but he refused. Knowing Pops hadn't had any contact with that good for nothing daughter of his neither the possible granddaughter he had. So he could give the man some of his immensely gratitude towards him.

But suddenly... everything was falling apart.

First it was the frequent coughing, even your baby was worried but soon you waved them off saying it was just a cold. Chisaki fooled himself on believing on that.

After all he was so happy.

Then, your voice started to change to a more forced and rough one. He started to worry but no, no... his perfect wife, such a angel, couldn't be on any danger... it was just a flu. He would take care of her.

Despite having germophobia, his love for you was just as strong. He wore masks and gloves, sure, but he still was willing to spend time on the same room and give you the comfort you needed.

Then it happened... one day on his office... he heard the coughing fit and suddenly a loud crying from hsi son made him storm out of his office to find you on the ground, a paper close to your hand covered in blood.

He never drove so fast on his life to the hospital.

And now... there he was, staring at the ground as he clinched on his wife's weak hand on the bed with the machines attached to her. His son, as innocent as ever was playing with his mother fingers.

The chemotherapy wasn't enough. The quirks from teh doctors couldn't help her, he couldn't help her...

The nurses came in and told that visit time was over... he had to drag his sobbing and crying two years old out of the room.

His tears were falling as well, but he had to be strong. He had to be the oen who had to be a pillar for his own child.

Pops had to be the oen explaining to Kan the situation and why his father seemed so sad and distant. The kid entered his office at night, sniffling and looking at his father's eyes with his (E/c).

Kan cried himself to sleep on his father chest, and Kai didn't mind it the snot or tears on his messed up black dress shirt. The documents on his desk were soaked with his own tears anyway.

"You're making a big deal about this." Your weak voice interrupted his memories and he scowled at your weak serene expression and smile.

"Dont. Not with this." He murmured as he watched his son give his painting to his mom... he wiped your tears away as you hugged your Kan, kissing his dark brow hair as the little boy murmured his love for you.

At the next day at the evening you let out your last breath and he cried and screamed on the bed until his voice was gone.

.

.

.

"You have to sleep boss." He heard Chrono as he blinked, the bags under his eyes were huge as he sighed.

"I can't. I need to go after those debtors of the drugs and then take care of Kan. He hadn't been eating very well since..." he couldn't help but almost choke up at remembering.

"... how about this? I go after them? Spend time with my favorite nephew."

"... you have some of my gratitude Chronostasis. Dont let the old man know about this, he would never stop talking about it. We need the money and the respect we need."

"Got it."

"And dont call my son your nephew. Is disgusting." He spoke while exiting the office as Kurono snorted.

"I am his godfather though."

He sighed as he hot upstairs and found Kan with equal sad and depressed eyes as his starting at a frame he held with his tiny fingers.

"Kan." The kid gasped and put the frame back and bowed to his father with a sniffle "... come on. I guess, both of us could use some rest."

Kan simply nodded and followed his father but was surprised to see Kai picked him up and brought him to sleep by his side.

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.

.

He felt something stiring on his side and saw his son leaving the bed.

"Bathroom." Kan muttered as Kai nodded and got up only to stop at hearing "No da. I go, you sleep."

This kid reminded him so much of you with this goddamn kindness.

He waited a few minutes until he got up and followed the kid, enough to not make a appearance and give his son some confidence but he still had only two years.

... or maybe he just didn't felt like leaving his son alone.

But just as he entered the hall he felt something hitting the back of his head hard enough to make him fall face plant on the ground.

"Restrains his hands! His quirk can kill you with one finger of his on your skin!" He heard a voice and immeditaly recognize one of the debtors, and also someone caging his hands on a manner he couldn't even move them.

Must be some sort of dicease.

"Now, mister sucessor." A man with a missed tooth crouched down to his level and grabbed his hair to lift his head to his eye level "We could use some of negotiating eh?"

He only glared at the man before he muffled his scream of pain when the guy slammed his face on the floor hard enough to make a bruise.

"Cooperate with us and then we will get out of here. You give the drugs and leave us with our money with a bit of yours, and no one gets hurt."

"Go.. to hell-ARGH-!" Something pierced his abdomen hard enough to blood to spill and land on the floor.

This had to happened when Chrono had to get all the guards to collect cash and Pops on a damn convention, of course.

"Wrong answer yakuza. I'm gonna make it simple for ya, where is the money you all have?"

"If you think I will give you information..." he hissed at the knife piercing more "Then you must be just as dumb as your parents on the thought of making you, you sick bastard."

His head was slammed on the ground and it was enough to break his nose... just as the guy was about to slam it again a sound of a door creaking open made his eyes snap wide open and look at the figurine with equal wide eyes and clutching the door at seeing his father layed on the ground.

"K-K..Kan...." he eyed his son in fear as sweat and hives started to appear on his skin.

"Daddy?" Kan muttered in fear and the man was smilling widely at the sign.

"Oh? He is your daddy?" Kai started to throw his body around and tried to move but only could scream at his son to run but it was to late since the guy grabbed the boy by his nape. "My, those eyes you have.. are they from your mother?"

Kan trembled as Kai shouted profanities at the man as his helper held him down.

"..Hm. I heard that your wife died man.. rough. Being a single dad and the future owner of this big hellhole you got here." The man made two of his finger fuse and form into a sharp kinda like knife and cut the cheek of the boy, making the boy flinch and whimper.

"LEAVE MY SON OUT OF THIS. DONT TOUCH HIM WITH YOUR DIRTY AND INFECTED HANDS!"

"Then let's make a deal?" He holded the kid down and aproached the object to the boy's throat. "The life of the son of the woman you loved is more worth than some couple of cash eh?" He chuckled darkly.

He was about to agree until Chrono opened the door with the eight precepts and saw the scene.

"Fuck-"

"KAN GET DOWN!" Kai manage to shout at his son the house was filled with shooting and the eight precepts attacking the subbordinates of the debtor who had held his son captive.

Chrono shot the guy who was holding him down and he quickly activated his quirk to kill the man and get up only to his eyes to widen at seeing his son being dragged down by the debtor and some other muscular guy as the kid screamed for him and kicked his legs to try to get away.

He ran out and was about to slam his hand his hand on the ground without any gloves until he heard the shout to stop and his eyes widen at seeing the man holding a grenade up and his son caged on his arm.

"PAPA!"

"One more movement and your kid gets turned into pieces along with us OVERHAUL!"

He panted in desperation and raised his hand up.

"G... Give my son back." The man laughed as his sunglasses, in the middle of the night using sunglasses what a idiot, fell down.

"LOOK AT THE DESPERATION IN YOUR TONE OVERHAUL! IS PRICELESS!"

The sound of his laughter dissapeared when all four them heard sirens and sounds of heroes coming.

"Boss, I prefer to die than to go to jail." The muscular man mumbled as the debtor gave a little sick giggle before tilting his head at Chidaki, looking him dead in the eyes as he hugged Kan close to his chest and pulled the trigger of the grenade.

"See ya in hell, Overhaul."

"KAN-!" He shouted and ran but teh explosion made him his body slam back on the house, losing his conciousness and hearing only the buzz on his ears and the sound of.. Pops? Kurono? Calling his name as he blacked out.

.

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.

He woke up with a groan and immeditaly put his hand on his face, feeling a nasty scar but then repairing it but soon widening his eyes.

"KAN!" He screamed and burst out of the room only to be found at the hospital he was starting to hyperventilate until he felt a old and familiar hand grab his shoulder.

"Kai you-"

"WHERE IS HE?!" He grabbed the man's shoulders as tears fell from hsi golden eyes "WHERE IS MY SON?!"

"Chisaki please-" the moment the elder went to speak Kai eyes dropped on a a gurney, small with a sick person dragging her to the morgue... with a tag wrapped around her wrist that looked like a child's... written his son's name on it.

"No... No. no no nO NO NO THAT IS MY SON YOU FUCKING IDIOT DONT!" he was about to kill the poor nurse until Pops grabbed onto him and made him calm down by force as the man howled like a terrible and horrendous beast.

.

.

.

"Kai... stop with this. We dont deal with drugs."

"Chisaki we have rules to follow. That's not how we work around here."

"Have you lost your humanity?"

... yes.

Yes he did lost it. The moment his wife and son were taken away from him...

He wasn't a human anymore.

He had one goal now, and he would make it real.

Even if it meant the yakusa, the heroes, Eri... everyone suffered just as much as he had.

[the-tiniest-one]

Parenting Rock Lee with Might Guy :)

Note:@xemaliahrssx here ya go! I hope it tastes just like you dreamed it would!

Sitting at the kitchen table, watching Guy and Lee devour the dinner you made, had you feeling nostalgic... You watched with your head rested on your hand. It was the little family moments that you appreciated more than anything else these days. "Yeah! and then I caught him in a cross block!" Lee said, describing their latest mission, his mouth full of food.

"Haha yes yes (y/n) you should have been there, our Rock Lee is becoming a real force to be reckoned with, much like his handsome sensei" Guy said with a wink in your direction.

"Handsome indeed" you said with a grin.

Thinking back to the days when you were a little more of a workaholic made you laugh. If you told your younger-self all those years ago that you would be Konoha's worst helicopter parent in just a few years, you'd have never believed it. Guy was a perfect match for you in that regard. You two were a well oiled machine when it came to parenting.

While Lee could do no wrong in your eyes, Guy was a bit heavy handed in his discipline of Lee's skills as a shinobi. You kissed every bruise and scrape, while Guy was teaching him how to prevent them in the first place.

Rock Lee has had more than his fair share of the short-end-of-the- shit-stick his entire life. BUT One could be forgiven for not recognizing the true level of hardship the boy has overcome in his short tenure as a shinobi. Lee is a true underdog.

Lucky for him, you've always been a bit of a sucker for an underdog.

You thought back to those early days......

Even before Lee evolved to a mini version of your childhood crush, you felt the need to protect him. Watching him fumble and practice jutsu in vain day after day.....early in the morning and into the night. You would watch him from a distance while training your own team. One early morning, you decided to check in on the boy with long black hair. He kicked at a post, counting off as you looked on...10....11.....12.....his kicks were weak even for his young age. As he got closer to 50 he fell back, overwhelmed by the pain of repetitively beating his shins into the wood without chakra to safeguard his bones.

Clearly angry at his situation, the thought occurred to you that maybe he wasn't using chakra because he couldn't....the boy had tears streaming from his eyes. It broke your heart to watch a kid who couldn't be more than 10, cursing his life.

"A kid working that hard shouldn't have to feel that defeated..." you said to yourself.

You felt conflicted. Torn between wanting to step in and takeover his training...but feeling the weight of responsibility that would come with encouraging a child to chase a pipedream that would only lead to disappointment. You knew all too well what happens to weak ninja. The reality was that it would be cruel to encourage the boy to peruse a life as dangerous as that of a shinobi. You were no slouch when it came to taijutsu but ninjas are able to compete with one another because of the advantages that come with developing kakai genki.

Could a boy with no use of chakra stand a chance against the generations of those families of ninja who use fearsome jutsu and tactics like lightning...wind....wood or even hereditary gifts like the dreaded sharingan or byakugen? The real answer was sad and harsh. No. He couldn't.

You wouldn't be so irresponsible as to tell the boy he could be anything but a failure.

If he perused that path, he would die young.

So you stood back, restraining the desire to comfort and nurture the little boy out of what you told yourself was mercy. Day after day, week after week....you watched on....until it became too much. You couldn't sleep anymore, couldn't function on missions the same way. Always thinking back to him still out at those training grounds.....always struggling.

....

One morning it was pouring rain. You called off training that day for your team and headed out to the place you knew he would be. He was there of course. He was doing his best to catch a cold while practicing hand signs to no avail. After watching him for a few minutes you finally asked, "What's your name kid?" speaking loud to project over the rain. Startled he looked up to where you stood, perched on a post a few feat away. "I...Im Rock Lee" he said timidly. You laughed at his shy but sweet face, "Im y/n" you said.

"Your kicks look like they could use some work", holding your palm about chest high, to show him where his blow should be landing. The boy grimaced...clearly angry with his lack of direction in training. You laughed and the both of you worked on his kicks for the duration of the morning.

"I think you'll be a splendid ninja someday" you said as you offered him a bit of lunch you packed. The boy looked up at you with the most heartbreaking fear in his eyes, "I can't use chakra" Lee said barley above a whisper, clearly ashamed to tell you the truth.

You ruffled his hair. "Look kid, life is shitty sometimes. But I can tell you are someone who will never quit. No matter the odds, and that is something worth more than all the talent in the world." He instantly smiled up at you, melting your heart for what would be the first of a million times. Laughing and showing you also first time you saw that shiny smile that you would come to love more that anything on earth.

From then on he was your responsibility. Your chest burned with pride in his concrete determination. Feeling instantly the protective burn and feral instinct to insulate him from anything that would hurt him.

....

It was about a year later when things evolved. You and Lee had become close. He, being an orphan as you found out he was, had taken your invitation to live in your spare bedroom. It wasn't long before you were nagging him to be sure and eat breakfast before class, take baths every night. You were often hearing your mothers voice echo in your own as you guided the child to a structure he lacked.

You even went to his parent meetings at the Academy, much to the surprise of Iruka (because he himself was 2 years older than you and had known you since you were smol) laughed when you asked to see Lee's reports.

----

Then one hot summer day you got the order... your team was dispatched on your first extended mission with your new genin. 3 months on a C rank mission to Suna. Your heart sank as you remembered Lee's graduation exam was in just a few days. Before you left, you kissed his forehead and promised a tearful Lee who had become just as attached as you over the last year, that would bring him back a graduation present.

You just knew he would finally pass.

....

Returning to the village near midnight you couldn't wait to see Lee. After giving report to Lord Third, you quickly made your way home. Quietly cracking the door to his bedroom, you peaked in to see his sweet little face. The snoring boy looked peaceful.

"He cut his hair?" you thought puzzled..."he must have done it himself, it looks a little odd." You laughed at the thought of him using a bowl to cut his hair.

Then your eyes traveled to the headband still around his forehead, "He passed!!!" you quietly celebrated, careful not to wake him up. You placed the promised gift on his dresser, a brand-new set of num-chuks you'd had made in Suna.

The next morning you were up before sunrise making a celebratory breakfast when an extreme round of knocking came from the apartment's front door.

You quickly answered, immediately flustered when on the other side was none other than Might Guy....the same Guy you'd had the hots for over a decade.

"Y/N!, I must have the wrong address! I was looking for one of my students!" Guy said in his familiar boisterous cadence. Laughing nervously you started to respond, when behind you Lee pushed his way through the doorframe. Your eyes widened at the sight.

The haircut made sense now, Lee stood side by side with his sensei. He was wearing Guy's jumpsuit... they could have been father and son.

Looking at the two of them standing side by side in front of you for the first time gave you the most jarring sense of dejavu.

"Guy sensei! Look what Y/N brought me from her most dangerous mission!" Lee brandished the weapon, beaming up at his teacher who laughed and winked in your direction. "Ah, a great choice! Only the most skilled ninja know how to use such a fine weapon! We must enlighten you at once Lee my boy!" With that the handsome jonin and your sweet Rock Lee were off to train.

You had known Guy since he was still struggling to gain entrance to the Academy, you knew that the man who radiated confidence today, only earned that ability through blood, sweat, and tears.

You apprehensively accepted that Might Guy was a good match to be Lee's sensei.

"Be careful!" you called, more than a little apprehensive at the thought of your sweet baby boy training with such an admittedly impulsive man. Feeling a small tug of sadness as you watched the two of them disappear down the street.

"Lee's getting tall..." you though as you closed the door.

....

Over the next few years Lee had grown into a strong young man. You felt such extreme pride in everything he did. Even though you being in your mid-twenties were not nearly old enough to be Lee's mother, he had taken to occasionally calling you mom.

Lee was never embarrassed of you as he grew into a teen like some of the other kids his age. He was always just as willing to give you a hug before a mission as the day you met him.

It would be a lie to say that the relationship you and Guy shared hadn't also matured along the way. Although you weren't Lee's biological parents, anyone would be forgiven for thinking that you were. Everything you had admired about Guy, his hot-bloodedness, his devotion to youthful perseverance, his love of his village had been passed down to your surrogate son.

It was only natural that you and Guy would become a team in raising Rock Lee. Over time after a few years of dinners, training sessions, birthdays, holidays etc...Guy decided to propose to you.

It was a literal dream come true. You couldn't say yes fast enough. But as required when two shinobi become married, when you went to sign the paperwork to make your marriage official, requesting a stamp of approval from Lady Tsunade....she extended to you a folder with a second set of forms.

Guy beamed as you read the contents. Adoption papers with Lee's name printed at the top in bold.

"He will always be our son. Since we are making it official... why not add one more?" Guy said with a laugh. The tears began welling in your eyes. "He's 17" you laughed, "I love you" is all you could think to say in response to the most kind gesture you have ever witnessed.

Guy held his trademark thumbs up high as he replied, "Lee will always need his mom, no matter how big he gets!" His words like music to your heart...

You'd never felt so complete as you walked hand in hand with Guy, on your way home to surprise your sweet son with the news.

Upon telling Lee what the two of you had done, he looked from the papers back to you. Confusion spread across the sweet ravenette's features. "But I do not understand" Lee said with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Have you not always been my mom?"

The innocent look in his eye and profound sincerity in his voice made tears well in your eyes for what felt like the tenth time that day. You laughed and swept he and Guy into a hug that didn't last long enough. "What's for dinner?" the two men asked in unison and in that moment you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

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The Purest Things-Something There

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Canon-typical violence.

Word Count: 2.5k

a/n: i am so beyond sorry that it has taken this long to get another chapter out. this doesn’t follow my post schedule that i had previously given, but hopefully this can be a good place holder till later this week. 

The Purest Things Masterlist

May 2008

Bookend: "It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent." -Madeleine Albright

"There's no way I'm doing that," you rebuttal, "Hotch? Tell them it's a ridiculous idea." He stays silent, but his mouth twitches slightly.

Oh, you son of a-

"Richards is a classic narcissist. The challenge of facing a tough, fearless, and intelligent woman will give him his high. Narcissists are drawn to goal-oriented women, women who are resilient, adaptable, yet decisive. Show him that you are a good listener, but don't praise him."

"Think of him like a wild animal," Spencer adds, "You don't feed zoo animals because they are unpredictable. Remember, narcissists have an extraordinary sense of self, and when you praise his ego, you enable his unstable and feeble mind. He doesn't hear praise; he hears how much better he is than you. If you don't feed the beast, he won't have the stamina to combat your confidence later."

"Once you disarm him, I'll come in and challenge his confidence," Hotch concludes. 

Could you have said that less attractively? That would have been more helpful.

Aaron cheekily smirks as if reading your mind but quickly looks away. You wish you didn't blush so fast-that you had some sense to keep your emotions to yourself. In a second, your cheeks are rosy, and you are convinced that everyone in the room can perceive your feelings as if you wrote them on little notes and passed them around.

You grunt and roll your eyes, "I hate all of you."

Derek snaps his fingers at you, "Lose the jacket."

"All men are pigs," you spit while removing your blazer, leaving you in a fitted tank top and your tight-legged jeans that hug your curves in all of the right places.

Derek wolf whistles at you, and you hurl your jacket at him.  Aaron lets his eyes slide up and down your body, his gaze lasting longer than it should. He swears that as you stride into the interrogation room, your hips swing a bit farther side to side than usual. It is the very action that radiates courage, a mind coupled perfectly with itself and the world around it, concentrated and solemn.

Typically, Hotch would divert the task of adulating a narcissist to Prentiss, but he knows if anyone can take command of someone's attention, it's you. How does he know? Because you captivate him far more often than he cares to admit, defying his very being with every interaction. You are a secret weapon that he wants to keep concealed until you can allow your talents to shine genuinely. Aaron knows that now is your moment. ++++ "What is it that I am being accused of? Fraud? Embezzling?" The sharp-dressed businessman questions; his gaze is straying further below your eyes than you care for.

Pig.

You throw a file down on the medal table, and it slides across, stopping right in front of the man, successfully redirecting his stare somewhere other than your chest.

"Try murder."

His eyes widen, "You're joking. Come on, where are the hidden cameras? I'm ready for you to yell candid camera now! I am Milton Richards, for god's sake!"

"I don't know!" You shrug your shoulders. "Why don't you explain this to me, Mr. Richards. I'm just as confused as you are. What reason could a successful, charming, handsome, wealthy business mogul like yourself possibly have to kill someone?"

"Oh please," Richards scoffs, "This isn't an interrogation. You've already pegged me as guilty."

"I don't agree, but you have the right to feel how you feel."

He purses his lips, leaning as far away from you as physically possible while handcuffed to the table.

"Milton, why did you try to escape a moving vehicle when my team apprehended you?"

"Just felt like it, I guess," he shrugs mockingly.

"So, something just randomly compelled you to flee the custody of a federal agent?"

Richards leers at you. You stand up and walk around the table, leaning down next to him, "I get it. I do. You're a suave, wealthy, and ruthless business tyrant. You have to cover your tracks-do what it takes to survive."

He raises his eyebrow, turning to face you, your faces mere inches from each other. I got you now.

"Trust me. I know probably better than anyone what it takes to maintain a position you fought your entire life for. I'm a woman; I had to claw my way into the F.B.I. Do you think it's easy being surrounded by a team filled with uncontrolled testosterone? Womanhood requires balls; I see you keep your balls in your pants, cool, cool. Mine are on my chest, up top. As you've so duly noticed."

His eyes flicker to the aforementioned area, and you restrain yourself from gagging.

"And you know what, Richards? I use them every day of my life. Because in my line of business, sometimes I have to take the backdoor to get things done. Why do I get the sense that you were the same way before you became Mr. Wolf of Wall Street? How else does a kid who grew up in the projects become a multi-millionaire mogul by 27?"

"We both know what the other is capable of. C'mon, let's show each other a bit of respect here. No games, let's be upfront with each other," you appeal. ++++ Aaron watches as you work the room like it is your stage. You play the part perfectly.  He admires your ability to absorb things and then responded rather than immediately react to douse firey circumstances rather than add to the flames.

Derek finds himself next to Aaron, smugly observing Aaron's visible fascination with you.

"She's fantastic, Hotch," Derek beams with pride. Hotch holds his breath behind pursed lips in an attempt to barricade himself from the feelings of foolish jealousy he feels creeping up.

I know she is. I think I recognize it a little too well.

Aaron knows that Derek will be scrutinizing his reaction to the commendation and refrains from responding.

Of course, Derek reads this lack of a reaction as a response itself. And he finds it strangely amusing. ++++ "Here's what I think happened," you twirl your finger around the manilla file, "I think you were having some money troubles and your top investors caught onto your little games. When you sat down, you volunteered the crimes fraud and embezzlement as reasons you assumed we brought you into custody. You listed them like they are apparent reasons for us to charge you. Those are two areas you are clearly willing to take the fall for and have cause to oblige by."

Opening the file, a photograph is revealed within of a murder victim. Richards shifts uncomfortably in his seat, stifling a cough.

"Do you know this man?"

"N-no," he claims as his eyes flutter from the photo to his hands.

Surprised by his blatant tell, you glance back at the two-way mirror.

Turning back to the suspect with a newfound spark in your eyes, you press harder, "Strike one. Try again."

"Excuse me?"

"The man in the image is Walter Barone, the C.E.O. of Jameson Whitely Associates...your accounting firm. Your company was going bankrupt, Milton. There was nowhere left for you to turn. So, do you want to try that again? This time, answer my questions directly and honestly."

"Walt had a reserve saved for me worth $5 million. Last week when I approached him about dipping into the fund to keep the company afloat, he withheld it. I wouldn't kill him for it, though."

"Well, see, that's the problem here, Milton. When he was found, that little reserve of yours was nowhere to be found. Naturally, you can assume where my mind goes when I try and put two and two together, right?"

"I told you," he says, clearly provoked by your accusation, "I wouldn't...didn't kill him."

"Wasn't it you, in your book, right? Who said, 'It's surprising what a man will do when properly motivated?' I don't know about you, but losing everything you'd ever worked for and having your one saving grace held from you seems like pretty good motivation."

Silence. "Oh, come on, Milton, now is not the time to act so arrogant!"

He slams his fists on the table; you abstain from being startled in an attempt to show him no fear.

Wild animals can smell fear. 

"Arrogant, huh? Why don't you step up and prove me wrong? Prove you're better than me. You despise me for being successful; I despise you for your assumption that you could waltz in here like a tramp and seduce me into giving myself up. What? Too harsh? I'm not sure you and I are even the same species."

Hotch bursts into the room, and you quickly signal for him to stand down. I've got this.

He gives you a prideful wink. I know you do.

Somehow Aaron being in the room gives you that last little push to conclude this grand performance of yours. Slowly, you begin clapping dramatically for his little one-person comedy act. He certainly knows how to play the fool.

"Is that a dare? Challenge accepted. Your entire life, you have suffered from a disease... a fragile ego. You have built these walls of detachment so that you can conveniently solicit status to hide your true, weak self. You lash out because you feel it compensates for your insecurities."  

"The truth is, despite being at the top of the corporate chain, every day you lead the life of a loser. You are willing to destroy people psychically, emotionally, and mentally. And you view that as a cause for celebration. You are the embodiment of a loser and abject failure."

Hotch touches the small of your back; you shiver at the sudden warmth that fills your body in reaction to it. He hands you a piece of paper, one that seals Richards' conviction.

"Milton Richards, you are under arrest for the murder of Walter Barone, Hank Simmons, Frankie Lisbon, and Jillian Ryder."

Hotch motions for you to do the honors.

"By all means, lead the way."

Holding yourself proud and tall, you waltz over to Milton and hoist him out of his chair. Inclining your lips to his ear, you tell him contemptuously, "You lose."   ++++ "Way to go, superstar! You had us all on the edge of our seats," Derek says, wrapping his muscular arms around you. You breathe in his cologne and savor the sensation of being in his arms.

Since the day you met Morgan, you've felt a draw to him. Not in a romantic way, though you proudly admit he is hands-down one of the most gorgeous men to set foot on earth. He gives you the feeling of safety, warmth, and brotherly love. His hugs rejuvenate you after a long day of work, and you see to it that neither of you leaves the office without receiving your signature embraces.

Aaron observes you and Derek's shared embrace from the shelter of his office. Before he can comprehend his movements, his legs carry him to the terrace overlooking the bullpen.

What do you think you're doing, Hotch? Pull yourself together. They’re friends. Just like you and her are.

Dismissing his inner voice of reason, he calls out to you, "Y/L/N. See me in my office."

You grimace at his tone of voice but abide by his request.

Derek chuckles, "Green is not that man's color."

"What?" You turn to him, confused.

"Goodnight, superstar."

"Night, handsome," you blow him a kiss, trying to brush his comment out of your mind.  ++++ "You summoned?"

Aaron's whiskey-colored eyes meet yours. The tempo of your heart quickens like a metronome.

"You did a phenomenal job in there."

"I've learned from the best." You. I've learned from you.

He clears his throat, "Those things you said...a-about the men on this team. Is that how you truly feel?"

Shocked by his willingness to believe such a misleading statement, you gasp and close the distance between the two of you.

You must have some nerve to believe that I would ever view you as anything other than the most upstanding man I've ever met.

"Aaron, what I said in there is further than the truth than I would have liked to have strayed. In fact, it was with you that I finally felt equal as a human being-like someone recognized me for my intellect and self-worth. A woman can't acquire that regardless of how 'equal' this world claims to be."

Aaron finds himself lost in your eyes, absorbing every meaning behind your words.

"It was a freeing feeling having someone I respect so highly show me similar respect."

No. Don't stop talking. Please. Hotch blushes at his inner monologue, incapable of comprehending precisely what kind of influence you hold on him.  

"Anyway," you laugh, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in your face, "Sorry for my little tangent."

"No," Hotch interjects firmly, "Never apologize for expressing your feelings. I assured you last year that I'll always be available as a sounding board for you. That offer still stands."

Your gaze softens as you study him, his intentions, his mannerisms. He notices your pupils dilate, and it commences a chain reaction within his veins. To him, it's not the fact that you radiate beauty on the outside. Sure, you are physically fit and put in the effort to maintain your appearance. Naturally, that would be why someone like Derek Morgan would have you on his radar.

But, Aaron has gradually grown accustomed to the kindness that you seem to reserve just for him. He sees the differences between how you act around the team versus when you step inside his office or are alone in the car with him, even the way your confidence elevates when he walks into the interrogation room.

These differences aren't unique to just you, though. Aaron notices the same changes in himself when he is around you. Never did he expect to go home from work and lie in bed thinking about the way your eyes strayed on his for a moment too long, or how as he completed paperwork at his desk, he'd replay in his mind a cheesy joke you told the team. He knows how you like your coffee from observing you in the break room one too many times.

One cream, two sugars.

Your laughter warms his body from the inside out. When you talk about your favorite comic book with Prentiss and Morgan, the twinkle in your eye never fails to bring a smile to his face. He knows that you hate getting out of the car when it rains because your perfectly straightened hair that you spent god knows how long on will undoubtedly curl.

His changes were less evident on the outside. But, he knew that deep down, there is something there that wasn't there before.

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Safe in my arms - Chapter 3/4

hapter summary :

Loki goes with Mobius still unconscious to the medical wing and as he recalls all the times he almost lost him, he receives comfort from an unexpected person.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37566298/chapters/93875554

Loki gently put Mobius back on the ground, grabbed his tempad, and frantically pressed the keys until Casey's face appeared on the monochrome screen.

"Loki?"

"Casey... Mobius... it's..." Loki paused, took a deep breath to calm himself and resumed, "There was an explosion and Mobius was hit, send a rescue team as soon as possible to the coordinates where we are now."

"Got it! Stay on the line!"

Loki waited with a pounding heart.

"They'll be there in less than five minutes."

Loki nodded, "Thank you."

"Loki, how is Mobius?"

Loki ran his hand over his face, "I... I don't know, he was ejected, he woke up for a moment and then he is-"

Loki paused as he heard the unmistakable sound of a time door just a few feet away from him. He looked up and saw a team of rescuers arrive almost immediately.

One of them who had a familiar face said softly, "Agent Loki, please step away so we can take care of him. Can you explain what happened?"

While reluctantly moving away from Mobius, Loki described to them as best he could what had happened, casting worried glances at Mobius over and over.

After a while one of the paramedics stood up and said, "He probably had a concussion, there doesn't seem to be anything broken, but we're going to have to do some more tests. All I can say is that his life is not in danger."

Loki breathed a slight sigh of relief, but knew that he would only be truly relieved when Mobius would have his eyes open and be fully conscious.

As he watched the paramedics put Mobius on a stretcher, another memory came to his mind.

The sound of a car in the background made them turn around.

"Car. "

"What?"

"Along the horizon."

Loki asked, "Is that bad?"

Kid Loki replied, "Well, usually it means cannibalistic marauders or cannibalistic pirates."

" Delightful." Loki wondered if there was an end to the trouble one could accumulate in a lifetime, for in the space of a few days, he had had his fill...

"Now they're slowing down."

"What are they doing?"

"Just stay on guard."

Suddenly, Loki recognized the figure that emerged from the car, "Sylvie."

He started running as if his life depended on it. He stopped in front of her. They both looked equally surprised.

Sylvie declared, "You're alive."

Loki did not answer and asked, "What happened? Are you okay?"

His gaze, focused on Sylvie, was drawn to another figure approaching them. He gasped. It was Mobius! His Mobius! He had found him!

Mobius was smiling and Loki couldn't hold back the exclamation of joy that came from his lips.

"Mobius!"

He wanted to pull him into his arms, but realizing they weren't alone, he restrained himself and instead asked, his eyes going from Mobius to Sylvie, "How did you..."

Sylvie cheekily replied, "We thought you could use some backup."

Loki, unaccustomed to this, felt a special warmth inside him, finally understanding the meaning of what it was to not be alone. While he and Sylvie bickered -more on principle than anything else-, about what they should do next, Loki couldn't help but give Mobius sideways glances. He wanted to check that he was really there, that he wasn't dreaming. He drank in every detail, wanting to touch him, to make sure he was real.

Lost in his thoughts, he had followed the paramedics and as he walked with a quick step next to the stretcher where Mobius was lying, he wanted to touch Mobius, to make sure he was okay, just to see if he had a tiny reaction to his presence.

After a few moments of silence, Sylvie said softly, "Mobius isn't so bad." Loki wondered why she had chosen that as a topic of conversation.

He replied, "Or so good."

That's exactly why he's perfect for me. He added aloud with a chuckle, "I think that's why we get along."

Sylvie was not fazed by Loki's attempt to deflect, she added seriously, "He cares about you."

But it was too much, Loki didn't want to think about that, not now, because there was so much to do, so he chose to misdirect the conversation again.

"It's cold."

Sylvie, not fooled for a moment, however, went along with him. "Mmm-hmm."

Loki conjured a blanket to cover his shoulders and offered, "I could conjure one for you, if you like."

"You could conjure me a new outfit. You have no idea how uncomfortable something like this is."

They talked for a while about what they were going to do, about the Mobius theory. When finally Sylvie put on a serious face and said, "How do I know that in the last moments you won't betray me?

"Look, Sylvie, I..." Loki let out a deep sigh before continuing, "I have betrayed everyone who has ever loved me. I betrayed my father, my brother... my home and most recently Mobius. I know what I did. And I know why I did it. And Mobius is the only one who forgave me, and even more who continued and continues to trust me. Because of him showing me who I could be and because of you showing me that I could fight for someone other than myself, that's not who I am anymore. Okay?"

He was desperate to convince her because the bond he had formed with her was precious to him. He continued, "I won't let you down."

"Are you sure? Because if we get there and the TVA is gone, there might be a timeline for you to rule."

"Ah. And then I'd finally be happy." Except that wasn't what he wanted anymore.

He asked Sylvie curiously, "What about you? What are you going to do when this is over?"

She shrugged, "I don't know."

Loki admitted to her, "I don't know either. Maybe... Maybe we could find a solution...together."

She looked at him with a small knowing smile on her lips, "You mean together with Mobius, right?"

Mobius...

Loki was now sitting in the hallway waiting for a doctor to come out and tell him about Mobius' condition.

This was not the first time this had happened. It wasn't the first time Loki had been confronted with the fragility of human life. But this time was harder than the others, because he was finally happy.

He didn't have a kingdom, he wasn't a king, he didn't have wealth, he didn't rule a population, but he was happier than he had ever been. Mobius had been the instrument of this happiness. From the first moment he told Loki that he did not see him as a villain, Mobius had wormed his way into Loki's heart and had never come out. Loki could not imagine that happiness being taken away from him. He thought he had lost it twice already. He knew that pain all too well.

He murmured, his throat tight with anxiety, "Mobius... don't leave me. I can't lose you. Not again."

He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and his mother's gentle voice whispering firmly, "You won't lose him."

She sat down next to Loki and simply opened her arms. Loki threw himself into them. Frigga closed her arms around him as Loki clung to her.

She gently patted his back and whispered, "Loki, my son, calm down."

When Loki had calmed down, he pulled back a little and Frigga took his hand in hers, "Tell me about it."

Loki told her everything in a shaky voice and when she finished she said softly, "They told you he was not in mortal danger right?"

"Yes, but mother, he could have more serious injuries, and if-"

"Shhh Loki, there's no point in panicking ahead of time, and if ever, I promise you we'll do everything we can to prevent this."

"How?" asked Loki in a desperate tone, Frigga put her hand in the folds of her long dress and took out a round object whose golden color Loki recognized.

"An apple of idun? But mother..."

"Oh I know Loki that you were waiting for a special moment to propose this to Mobius, I know you my son."

She put the apple back in her dress and kissed him on the forehead.

"While I wish you could do as you planned, under less dramatic circumstances, just know that this is there as an emergency measure. All right?"

Loki, too moved to respond, simply nodded. His mother pushed back a strand of hair that fell on his cheek and said softly, "Loki, I will always do everything to preserve your happiness. And Mobius is an integral part of that happiness, so I will do everything to keep him happy and healthy too. When you came back, you didn't bring me one son, but two. He is family to me, he is here," Frigga patted her heart, "Just like you and Thor."

Loki, filled with gratitude and love for his mother, was about to reply when the doctor who was attending to Mobius came out of the observation room.

"Agent Loki, Madam... ?"

"You can speak in front of her, she's my mother."

Loki didn't see Frigga's tender smile as he spoke these words.

"Ahem... yes, very well. So I'll reassure you right away, there are no serious injuries. He has two broken ribs. We made a support bandage around the chest, but if he stays at rest for some time, they will heal and he will have no after-effects. He has a slight injury to the head but it is superficial. There too we made a bandage so that he is not inconvenienced. Otherwise, apart from a few cuts and scratches here and there, he should recover quite quickly. He is still unconscious, which is probably due to the shock, but rest assured, there is really nothing serious wrong with him."

Loki, relieved, but still too shocked to let go, simply asked, " May I see him?"

The doctor nodded indulgently, "You may come in, a nurse will accompany you to the room where he has been transferred. But only one visit at a time."

Loki apologetically turned to his mother who put her hand on his arm and said with an understanding smile, "Go my son, go to him."

Loki gave her a grateful smile and entered the observation room. A nurse, obviously aware of his relationship with Mobius, gave him a gentle smile and said, " Please come with me, I will take you to Agent Mobius."

As the nurse guided him through the intricate hallways of the TVA's medical wing, Loki remembered the first time he and Mobius had confessed their feelings for each other

There had been no roses, no soft lighting, no soft music, no romantic atmosphere, it had happened abruptly while he was trying to reassure Mobius who believed he was not good enough for Loki. What an ironic situation.  Whereas it was Loki who believed to be the more insecure of the two of them.

"Mobius, don't you see how we complement each other and how perfect it is. Mobius, you know that I often talk to say nothing and not so long ago, when we were on Lamentis with Sylvie, I tried to define love, a little drunk I found a ridiculous metaphor about a dagger. When all I would have had to do was to draw inspiration from reality. I know perfectly well what I would answer now if she asked me again to define love. I would tell her that love is someone who is not afraid to put you in front of your failures so that you realize that you are better than what you are, it is someone who sees the good in you and even better, who sees the good that you are capable of doing. Love is being able to fall asleep confidently in the presence of someone you trust, love is wanting the person you love to believe in you, love is knowing that if you fall down, they will help you up, it is wanting their face to be the first you see in the morning and the last at night. "

He wiped away a tear that ran from Mobius' eye with his thumb before continuing, "Mobius, I don't need a metaphor to describe love since I have you now."

He then leaned into Mobius, closing the small distance that still separated them and pressed his lips to his and proceeded to prove his words in the most beautiful way possible. When they separated to catch their breath, Loki pulled Mobius' head against his chest, tightening his arms around him as Mobius tied his arms around Loki's waist.Loki simply rested his chin on Mobius' head and they stayed like that for a long time, in a comforting silence.

Smiling slightly at this memory, he walked through the door of the room where Mobius was. Indifferent to the presence of the nurse, he sat down on a chair that was next to the bed where Mobius was lying.

He gently took his hand and looked at his face and his whole body. Mobius looked as if he was sleeping and not in pain. Loki leaned over and gently kissed the bandaged forehead before whispering, "Wake up soon my love, so I can tell you again how much I love you and see the happiness in your eyes."

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 11 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Nightmares and Promises

Your mind is a blur, as is the street ahead. The engine complains as you force the damn car to go faster and faster. You get the feeling that Billy never lived as far as he lives today. You're suffocating, the noises you heard through the phone playing back in your mind. Max's voice, weak and scared. Billy's screams, the curse words from Neil... What can you do? What could you possibly do to help?

“Damn it.” You hiss when you make a sharp turn left, hitting a mailbox. “C'mon.”

Every time Billy tells you about his father, about the rude words, the beating, the humiliation, you see the little boy in his eyes. Scared, sad, trapped inside a house where he was forced to live a nightmare. You see yourself too, despite being hit by your mother only once. You know how he felt, but it was much, much worse. And now, after he finally grew out of it, living his life, completely apart from such memories, his father comes back.

You know what you'll do. You'll beat the shit out of Neil, drag him out and tell him not to come back.

Your knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, and your heart beats like a drum in your years. When you finally reach his street, you push the car to the very limit, hitting the breaks when you're by his place. You forgot to put the seat belt on, and judging by how madly you were driving, it's a miracle you're still alive.

The moment you step out of the car, you hear it. The yells. Max is by the window, and her eyes go wide when she sees you. You're moving to the front door with your whole body burning with anger. When you grab the handle, you take the deepest breath you can before swinging the door open. The noise it makes hitting the wall brings a sudden silence, but on the moment you step in, an old man comes from the kitchen, followed by Billy. Max immediately comes to your side, and you can see that her face is covered in tears.

“Who the hell are you?” The man asks as Billy walks around him, hiding you behind his back.

“Leave her out of it,” Billy says, and you notice his muscles are all tense. “And get the hell out of my house.”

“Your house? You mean the house Susan gave you?” He roughly gestures around. “She pities you, Billy. She only allows you to live here because of Max. Or do you think she or anyone would move a finger for you? You're a disgrace, a boy who thinks he's a man who will never leave this screwed uptown, and you know why?” The man steps closer, face to face with Billy. “Because you're nothing. You have always been nothing, and you will always be.”

Neil's yells are deafening, and you can feel your heart breaking. He's wrong. He's so damn wrong. “Stop talking like you know him!” It's your time to yell, pushing Max further back and stepping aside to have a look at Neil's face. “Billy is ten times the man you'll ever be! And despite your attempts to break him, to destroy and drag him down to this dirty, filthy pit you live in, he's still here! He's still here and he overcame you and your shit.”

“Another of your sluts, Billy? Why am I not surprised?” Neil barks, a wicked smile on his lips. “You're just another plaything, don't you act like you're not.”

“Don't talk to her like that.” The tension suddenly explodes, and Billy moves forward, hitting a hard punch in Neil's face.

You're frozen again, noticing through the corner of your eyes that Max ran off to her room. Maybe you should follow her, search for a safe place from this chaos. Like you used to. When it got too much to handle, you used to lock yourself in your bedroom, both hands covering your ears, trying to block the shoutings that came through the door. And you're just about to move when you get a glimpse of Billy's face. The whole fight happening in front of you is too fast to follow. But in his eyes, as he hits his father and gets hit back, you see it. Fear. Desperation. Anger. Hate. A mix of countless feelings, some of them too deep to name.

You know you can't run. You won't run. You know you have to do something, anything.

And suddenly, Billy falls to the ground, his hand immediately coming to his face. Niel stands tall, feeling victorious. “You son of a bitch!” You burst out, not quite in control of your body anymore. You just move, blindly, towards Neil, aiming a punch on his already bleeding nose. But in a movement you can't follow, you see it coming, too fast for your mind to process, and he hits you hard with the back of his hand.

You're violently pushed to the side, like hit by a brick, your body collapsing to the floor and hitting the coffee table hard. Your head spins around and you feel tears involuntary rolling down from the pain. Your left cheek burns like it was set on fire, and a sting spreads through your skull. Your side hurts too, from where it connected to the table. When you look up, back at Neil, Billy isn't on the ground anymore.

“Don't you ever–” He hits Neil like a plane, pushing him so hard the hits the wall with a deafening sound.“–touch her.” A kick in his stomach, making his body jerk forward. “Don't you–”

He's cut short when Neil grabs his throat. “Let go of him!” You say, but you can't hear your voice. Neil changes side with Billy, pinning him against the wall.

“You never learn, do you, kid?” Neil mutters, his voice dark and wicked.

You have to do something. Anything. You're moving to get up when you see Max, in the hall, eyes fixed on Neil and her brother. She's holding a baseball bat so tightly that her hands are shaking.

That's it. In an adrenaline jolt, you jump to your feet, running over to Max, and taking the bat from her hands. “Go back to your room, Max,” you say, suddenly feeling overprotected of her. You see yourself in her right now, and you're doing for her what Diane did for you. Fixing the problem so she can have a happy, normal life away from evil people.

No time to think, no time to make a strategy. You just do what you want to. You want to hurt Neil, for everything you've heard about and for this. So you raise the bat and bring it down with all your strength, straight to his legs. It makes him lose his grip immediately, letting go of Billy and falling down with a guttural groan. But that wasn't enough, so you raise the bat again, bringing it down, over and over, aiming for his legs. The tears are clouding your sight, so you blink to push them away. The sounds the bat makes when it goes Neil makes you sick, but you don't care. He deserves it. You only stop when Billy gets on his knees, leaning over his father as he starts hitting him, over and over and over, turning Neil's face into a bloody mess.

“If you ever–” A hard, heavy punch. “–come back again–” Another one, right on his eye. “–I swear to God I'll kill you.”

“My whole family is made of lawyers so if you ever set foot in Hawkins again I'll get you a restraining of so many miles that you won't be able to come to Indiana again,” you yell, hitting him with the bat once more, right on his ribs, careful this time not to hit Billy.

He then stands up, grabbing his father by the collar of his shirt and dragging him towards the door, then across the porch, and through the sidewalk. You follow him, watching as Neil can't do anything but awkwardly crawl backwards. “Get the hell away.” Billy lets him fall, and you stand back a couple of feet, still holding the bat. Your eyes follow Neil's every move as he stumbles up, then into his car, trying and failing to clean the blood off his face with his hands. You're sure his nose is broken, it's turned into a weird shape, as probably is his leg. He doesn't look back when he speeds away, his car disappearing downstreet.

You don't know what the silence means. You see some neighbors peeking through the windows, eager to see what happened, but never to help. You need to take Billy away from their sight.

Carefully, you walk over him, his eyes fixed on where Neil's car went as if making sure he won't come back. “Billy,” you call, as softly as you can, letting the bat fall and touching his arm. “Come inside.”

When he looks down at you, it breaks your heart. The blood on his nose and lower lip is mixed with tears. Bitter, countless tears. “I hate him. I hate that son of a bitch.” He mumbles, his voice still heavy with anger.

“He's gone, Billy. He won't come back.” You wish you could promise that, but you're too scared. Your heartbeat is still insanely fast, and you feel a little numb as if it was just a terrible nightmare.

His eyes go wide suddenly, and his hand comes to your cheek. “You're bleeding.”

“Babe, listen.” You take his hand, placing a soft kiss on his fingers. “I'm alright. It's over now, come inside.”

“I'll kill him.” He starts moving towards his car, but you move faster, both hands on his chest, trying to make him stop.

“Billy, don't.”

“I'll kill him!” He shouts, making you jump.

“Billy, kiss me!” You raise your voice to match his. He stops abruptly, his eyes meeting yours. “You said you wouldn't kiss me until I asked for it. I'm asking now. Please, kiss me.” It's the only thing you could think about that would startle him enough to make him stop. But you want to kiss him, so bad, to hug and hold him until he's well again. Until Neil is nothing but a long gone memory. “Please, babe.”

Then it happens. Billy pulls you close, his arms around your waist as you tiptoe and let your lips finally meet his. And it's like everything fades away. It tastes like blood in the beginning, but as your lips start dancing together, at the same pace, the same need, his taste overcomes anything else. You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer until there's no space between you. He holds on to you as if you're the only thing keeping him grounded, and it's a weird feeling to know that's probably true. But you can do this. You want to do this. If Billy wants you, you will be there for him, no matter what. You'll face his father a thousand times over. You'll overcome, together.

You break apart when it gets impossible to hold your breaths, but he doesn't let go. “Come inside, please,” you whisper, relieved when he nods.

You silently walk back in, and you close and lock the door. The living room is a mess and so is the kitchen. “I'll clean this.” He mumbles.

“No. We'll clean tomorrow. Come.” Taking his hand, you pull him to his bedroom, sitting him on the edge of the bed. Max stands by the door, tears still staining her face.

“Max, get me a damp towel,” you ask her and goes to Billy's bathroom.

“No, let me take care of you.”

“Billy–”

“(Y/N), please. It's enough that you got hurt because of me.”

“Don't you dare blame yourself, Billy.” You hold his hand, eyes locked on his blue ones. “I would face a hundred Neils for you. And I know you'd the same for me so don't do this. Don't blame yourself. I stepped in because I wanted to.” Max comes back with the towel and hands it over to you.

“Are you hurt, Max?” Billy asks, taking the towel from your hands. Max shakes her head no but doesn't move.

“Come here.” You open your arms and Max immediately comes, sitting beside you as you hug her. She hides her face on your neck, and you rub her back. “I'm sorry you had to see that, Max. I know how you feel.” You glance at Billy, a sad, devastated expression on his face. He treated Max like trash for many years, he told you, but now you see that he loves her as a sister. It warms your heart. “Honey, do you want to sleep here with Billy and I?” You decide to ask when she sobs.

“No, I'm ok.” She clears her throat and pulls away. “Are you going to sleep here?”

“Yes,” you assure her.

Max smiles a little and nods. “Thanks. I'll give you two some space.”

“If you feel bad, or anything, please come here, ok?” You smile when she nods, leaving the bedroom.

Then you turn to face Billy again, but his eyes are already on you. He brings the white towel to your cheek, and you flinch a little under his touch. “Sorry.” He mumbles. “Neil had a ring. It scratched your skin.”

“I know.” You simply say, frozen, unable to look away.

“There will be a bruise by tomorrow.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I...” Everything slows down for a moment, and you wonder if you heard it right. The word you've been keeping a secret, the one you've been so scared to say. “What?” You whisper, your heartbeat drumming in your chest again. “A-are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.” He moves closer until his forehead is touching yours. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, I... I've been in love with you for a while, but I was scared to tell you.” Wrapping your arms around his neck you move to sit on his lap.

“Don't be."

You kiss him, slowly because of the wound on his lower lip. How could you wait so long to do this? You have no idea how the hell you managed to control yourself. The feeling of his soft lips are your favorite thing in the world, addictive, and you get a little mad that you have to break apart to breathe. “Be my girlfriend.” He says in a low voice.

“Yes.” You burst out with a giggle and a smile.

“Finally.” He says.

“Hey... (Y/N)? Your aunt is on the phone.” Max mumbles from the door frame.

“I'll be right back,” you tell Billy before standing up.

It takes a few minutes to explain to Diane what happened. She was pretty worried about how altered you were when you left. You apologize for scaring her, letting her know you're fine and that you'll stay here for the night.

Billy already washed the blood off his face when you're back in his room, lying on the bed. Smiling, you walk over him. “I'll make a question, but if you make fun of me, I'll give up the idea,” you say, trying to lighten up the mood a little.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Big spoon or little spoon?”

His lips break into a bright smile. “Big spoon, obviously.”

Rolling your eyes, you lay down, facing away from him. It takes half a second for Billy to move closer, an arm around your waist pulling you into his chest. It feels like heaven, to feel his breath on your neck. You lay your arm on top of his, holding his hand. Life is good now, here, in this small town. And you don't want this to end. You want it to be like this every day. “Billy... What are we going to do when summer is over?”

“Mmm...” He mumbles, tightening his grip a little. “Isn't it obvious? We'll wake up early on Mondays, drive to Indianapolis and spend the week there. Then drive here on Fridays.”

That was your plan, and you remember telling him a while ago. “It sounds like a rough routine,” you warn him.

“Why don't you... Why don't you come to live here?”

That makes you turn a little, just enough to look into his eyes. You know what it means, moving in with him. “Billy, I don't–”

“I didn't mean it like that.” He cuts you off. “I'm saying this because it makes sense. And it feels right.” He gives you a quick peck in the lips. “But I'll wait for you. It doesn't matter how long.”

“What if... What if I want to wait until the wedding night.” You speak low, afraid that the mention of it will frustrate him. Maybe you're stiff, but you don't have to change your point of view in things just because the rest of the world has.

“Then be it. As long as I have you by my side, I'm the happiest man alive.” Biting your lip to hold back a smile, you try to turn around to face him. “No, no.” He holds you, forcing you back into position. “Stay still, little spoon.”

“It was my idea,” you whine, but move back to where you were. “So... You want me to come and live here?”

“Yes. The house is mine, thanks to Susan, and since you're planning to live in Hawkins... It makes sense. Diane wouldn't have to keep driving to Indianapolis every day, and you'd save the money for the rent.”

“You mean moving here now? I thought it was supposed to be when summer ended.”

“I know, but I'd love to have you here all the time.”

“This is a big step, Billy. And I don't want you to get tired of me.” You can't help but give voice to your thoughts.

“I just said I love you, and I'm pretty sure you got that I implied I want to marry you one day so I can't believe you're saying I'll get tired of you.” He speaks fast, faking an annoyed tone.

“Oh my God, Billy. Fine. I'll come live with you. Are you happy now?” Your cheeks are burning at what he just said, and you're thankful that you're facing away. “But you'll have to come and tell Diane. And help me carry my stuff here.” Did you just say that? Did you just agree to move in with Billy? “You know this is crazy, right? We're dating for half an hour and I just agreed to move in with you.”

“I've been wanting to date you since the Monday when I first saw you.” He whispers on your ear.

“Well, you got me when you punched David. Then when you kissed me by the front door.” You knew something was off from that day on, but of course, you would never admit it back then.

“I knew it. You got all nervous and as red as a tomato.”

“It was dark, Billy. How could you possibly know I was red?” You let out a humorless laugh.

“Well, you did try to open the door several times before noticing it was locked.” He lowers his voice, pulling your hair away so your ear and neck as exposed. “Weren't you? All nervous because of me?”

“Stop it!” You lightly elbow him in the ribs. “Let's get some sleep. We'll talk to Diane tomorrow before going to work.”

“As you wish, princess. I guess I can call you princess now, right?”

“Uhum,” you mumble, thankful that he can't see the smile coming to your lips.

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[hwauas]

🕊️: "dangerous drive"

kim hongjoong (김홍중) - 2,166 words.

     the past few hours had been more animated than your entire life. and your whole life got impacted for ever.

who could have predicted this? who could have known that being here, at this moment, would change your life?

     your arms were tightly holding this man, the one driving the motorcycle at high speed. your hair were flying behind you because of the speed. neither him nor you had time to put a shelter on. you had to go away. for a reason absolutely unknown to you.

     the truth is that you were scared of high speeds. not all type of high speeds of course — even though you weren't really comfortable in a train, it was not a problem. no. the problem was car or motorcycle going too fast on roads. this was the real problem. this was what you were scared of. and even though you were holding tightly the man driving the motorcycle, you still were scared.

     “shit, they won't leave us alone!”

you heard him screaming in anger as he sped up the pace. you tightened your hold around his waist. you didn't care if you were restraining him to breath. you needed something to hold tightly.

“there's only one way... hold on me tightly dear.~”

you cursed multiple times in your head. your eyes were already closed: you didn't want to see the whole world passing by you at a crazy speed. but you closed them harder. you were even frowning. the only things which were proving the high speed were your hair flying and the growling motor.

     the man suddenly turned to leave the highway. he was slaloming between the few cars on the road. still at a high speed. you could have had a panick attack, but something was holding you back.

as if your subconscious wanted you to keep a control on yourself. or maybe... because your body loved the feeling of the adrenaline rushing through your veins? or the feeling of powerlessness you were experiencing?

     you felt the motorcycle shaking a little bit more than before. and you could hear an another type of noise coming from the ground, under the wheels. quickly, the speed slowed down. and you eventually managed to open your eyes.

you were in a desolate place. the road was in fact a little path surrounded by trees here and there, and grass. a small hill was hiding you both from the main road. you heard the police cars and the sirens coming closer, and then going further to finally disappear.

this man outwitted them.

     you let go of the man, and got off the motorcycle. you pushed your hair back and started to walk around to calm down.

     “you're crazy! you're fucking crazy!”

you shout to him. a mix of anger and fear was growing up inside of you.

     “i'm happy to meet you too.”

the man said in a sarcastic tone. he even rolled his eyes and looked away.

     “what? are you kidding me? you little piece of- calm down, y/n, calm down...”

you tried to count in your head to try and call down. this man was literally playing with your nerves.

“you scared me! you took me and you forced me to sit on your motorcycle! and then, you drove like a crazy to escape the cops! i don't even know why they were following you! i literally faced one of my biggest fear while you were driving! or should i say while you were challenging your motorcycle's motor? and-”

     “actually both.”

the man replied with the same sarcastic tone.

but this time, a smirk you didn't like at all was spreading over his lips. you felt like he was testing you and your patience.

     “DON'T CUT ME OFF!”

you screamed in anger and came closer to him.

“and now, i'm in the ass end of nowhere because of your stupidity! and the only thing you're telling me is that you're happy to meet me?”

     “damn, you're pretty savage.”

he pushed his hair back, and turned over to face you.

“i guess you would have preferred to stay there, where you could have been killed?”

you stayed quiet in front of him and his answer. you couldn't do anything. he was right.

“huh? tell me, i'm listening? or maybe the little savage girl/boy is speechless now? did she/he lose her/his tongue?”

     “i'm sorry. i didn't think about that.”

you looked down to your feet, feeling a little bit sorry and awkward.

     “good. i prefer that. because i don't really want innocent people to die in the middle of a gunfire.”

he sat again on his motorcycle, ready to ride away from here.

“now come and sit or i leave without you.”

     you looked up to him. you were playing with your fingers, trying to control your nervousness.

“about this gunfire... why did it happen? why were you involved in this gunfire?”

     “damn, we met each other not even thirty minutes ago. is it usual for you to be this.. intrusive in other's lives?”

he was looking deep into your eyes with a deadly gaze.

     “for you information, mister blonde guy. i was in the middle of this gunfire too. even though i didn't choose it. so i have to know something about it!”

you tried to build you more impressive in front of him to try and have informations. but it failed.

     “come. and. sit.”

to push you to come, he spinned the handle to speed up. the motor growled.

“come on an y/n. or i leave without you. last warning.”

     you sprinted to sit behind him again. you didn't want to take the risk to be here, alone, without him.

     “this gunfire... it's because they trapped me. these bastards.”

he waited for you to be a little more comfortable and ready, and then started to drive away.

     “who?”

once again, even though he weren't driving that fast, you were holding on him tightly.

     “S-SK. the mafia band. i'm sure they warned the cops i'll be here. when i saw them, i escaped. one of S-SK started the gunfire. cops heard it, and of course, they shoot back. happy to know that?”

     you were daydreaming, thinking about what he just told you. you have been involved into a mafia thing. and you couldn't think properly.

you always hated this. but in an another hand, even though you've been involved in this, you've been saved by someone linked to mafia things. you were almost rethinking your opinion on this.

     “y/n! you don't listen when we're talking to you?”

he even beeped to catch your attention.

     “sorry! i was daydreaming.”

     “no shit, Sherlock.”

the man drove into the highway again, going back to the city.

“i was asking for you address? to drive you back home?”

     you nodded, and gave him your address and some indications about the surroundings to be more precise.

“thank you.. hum..?”

     “Hongjoong. you're welcome.”

     the ride was quiet. none of you talked. but the atmosphere was less tensed now he was less angry. you were less scared for your life to hold this tightly on him. and even his muscles felt less contracted than they were before.

     when you reached the town again, Hongjoong turned and turned again in the streets, until your district. but then, you both heard voices screaming 'they're here!' and deep inside you, you knew they were talking about you.

Hongjoong sped up to try and tricked them. when you both were far enough from them, he quickly stopped the motorcycle and urged you to get off.

     “come here!”

he took your hand and ran with you through the dark streets — the street lights were bright enough just to see few meters away, that's all. there was more shadow between each street lamps' light halo than light.

     Hongjoong brought you into a dark alley. to be sure you would both fit in the darkness of the alley, and the shadow, he pushed you against a wall, and didn't hesitate to come against you. he was blocking you with his whole body. his arms on each side of your head. and his whole body against yours.

     you felt like you were burning inside of you. even though you didn't paid too much intention of his face, you couldn't deny the fact he was charismatic. and he was now against you. was it even real? was it even the truth?

    you were looking right in front of you. your eyes were wide open. you noticed his body's proportions. his large shoulders but his marked and thin waist to contrast. his developped chest: his pectorals' lines perfectly visible through his shirt, his collarbones visible through the collar. not to mention his Adam's apple on his throat.

     you were in awe. and this moment could have last for hours, you wouldn't have complain. but Hongjoong went away when the footsteps were not hearable anymore.

     “they're not here anymore. let's go to your place, quickly.”

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the alley. you barely had time to realise what happenned, and to process where you were now. you've been just too unsettled.

     you followed him. you had no other choices anyways since he was still holding your wrist. but why was he still holding your wrist? you had no idea. but you were enjoying the touch. his hold wasn't tight at all, just enough for your wrist to stay in his hand. his warmth was relaxing. and his skin felt soft.

under the armour, there was someone totally different. a tender heart and soul.

     once you reached your place, he let go of your wrist, and turned over to face you.

     “this is where our paths seperate.”

he put both his hands in his pockets, waiting for you to go back home so he can leave.

     “i guess so...”

you looked down to your feet again. you felt nervous. should you ask why he walked you home? what his reaction would be? will it be disappointing for you?

     “oh please just tell whatever you want already.”

Hongjoong sighed. he was looking at your petite form in front of him.

     “but! i'm nervous! stop!”

     “nervous? after you shoot at me? after you called me crazy? after you were about to call me piece of shit? nothing to be nervous of. go ahead.”

     “i...”

he was right. after all, it wasn't that horrible. you handled his anger pretty well.

“i wondered why you walked me home? you could have let me come back home alone, and just.. ride your bike again to go wherever you want.”

     “hmpf...”

he giggled at your question. it was cute, but you understood he was making fun of you.

“after they saw you? they would have follow you and maybe kill you. i don't wanna be linked to a murder case, if you know what i mean.”

he shrugged and looked away.

“i didn't want anything to happen to you.”

     you stayed quiet. you were blushing. first, you were quite sensitive and needed nothing to blush. but with this man, it was worse. anything, absolutely anything, could get you blushing. you were just weak. and it was a fact.

     “now go home. and sleep. forget about this.”

Hongjoong mentionned your front door with his chin, and walked away.

     without thinking twice, you grabbed his arm. you didn't want him to go away now.

“Hongjoong!”

     “hmmm?”

he turned over to look at you. he raised an eyebrow because of the surprise.

     “you know the address now... can you.. pick me up.. someday..?”

your face couldn't be more red than now. even a tomato was less red than you. but hopefully, the darkness was hiding your state.

     “babygirl/babyboy already like the taste of the danger i see?”

of course he would play with you. it was the perfect opportunity to satisfy his ego.

     “shut up and answer.”

you were still looking away. but you were losing hope. didn't he answer because it was a no? and he didn't want to tell you? but you felt like he was the type to say the truth, no matter how hurtful it is. you were just lost and hopeless.

     “i'll pick you up tomorrow at night. at 8. be ready. not a single minute more.”

he removed his arm from your hold.

“usually.. i don't like people who shoot at me, call me names, or dare to be, you know... savage. but you. it's different. you're adorable when you're angry.”

he smiled, showing off his perfect teeth.

     you were too shy to answer something. and he was already leaving.

you stayed here to look at him until he disappeared in the corner of the street. you entered your own house after, and locked yourself up in it.

resting your back against your door, you sighed with a bright smile. it was a very light sigh. the one you make in happiness.

     tomorrow, you'll be seeing Hongjoong. again.

[xpao-bearx]

Part 1 HERE

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"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

♡♡♡

You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

♡♡♡

The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

♡♡♡

It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.