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shurisneakers · 4 years ago

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shut in [4]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, threats

Word count: 3.7k

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Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You hung up the call, trudging back to the house, discarding the battery along the way.

The air had a chill to it and there was an occasional breeze that went past, rustling leaves providing an eerily comforting background score. The temperature tended to rise as the day went on but nights were especially cold due to the abundance of trees.

Even though the stress of the situation you were in constantly consumed all your waking thoughts, you still found the time to appreciate how beautiful your surroundings were.

The last few days were barely memorable. Sam and you tended to stay out of each other's way unless your meal time coincided or you watched the local news together. The schedule had worked out favourably.

He wasn’t very hard to live with.

Most of the time.

His commentary and small jokes were never-ending but were not as unwelcome as you initially thought. It brought some much needed light into your otherwise dreary day. When it came to figuring out how to do laundry due to your now extended stay or whose turn it was to do it, things got a bit messy but were resolved quickly.

He used to disappear often for hours on end. You never concerned yourself with going after him to find out where he went, figuring that unless he was hatching a plot that led to your demise, he was entitled to his own privacy. He’d return a while later, calmer than when he left.

It was fine. Nothing to write home about. Neither of you were dead yet.

“What are you doing on the bed?” You were reconsidering your last thought when you walked into the bedroom to resume your self-interrupted sleep, only to find him face down on the sheets. “It’s my day today.”

“Just give me some time. I’ll be out of here soon enough.” His voice was muffled as he spoke into the sheets.

“You can take all the time you need tomorrow when it’s your turn.” You swatted at his legs, earning a grunt of chagrin from him.

“Go eat some soup and maybe you’ll calm down,” he fired back, unmoving.

“Today’s not soup day. Which you would know if you paid attention to our schedule. That we made. Together. The same schedule which says it’s my turn today.”

He groaned, shoving his face deeper into the pillow. “My back’s killing me. Just give me a few.”

“Why, what’d you do?” you asked curiously, letting go of his leg.

“Combat training. Took a few beatings, fucked up my spine.”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“It comes and goes.” Sam finally rolled onto his back, giving you a view of his face. His bone structure was amazing, even from quite possibly the ugliest angle you could have over him. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”

You just stared at him as he linked his arms behind his neck, elevating his head to look at you. He had a small stubble that was starting to grow longer. You wondered if he would shave it. He looked good regardless.

“How’s your beloved?”

“Huh?”

“The person you keep sneaking around to talk to on the phone. I’m not your dad, y’know. You can talk to them inside the house, ‘m not gonna ground you,” he quipped, a small, teasing smile on his face.

“He’s not my lover. Just... an acquaintance.” You felt the awkwardness starting to set in after you trailed off. “Anyway since you’re awake, we need to talk.”

“‘Bout what?”

“What happened that day. We’ve been avoiding it but we need to figure out what went wrong. Or at least a clue.”

“Okay,” Sam agreed, wincing as he sat up straight. “How do you want to do it?”

“Just talk me through how you got put on this mission and what exactly happened that day, I guess.” You took a place on the bed, leaning backward on your hand for support.

He nodded, delaying for a second to collect his thoughts before beginning.

“So basically-”

The sun was particularly relentless that day.

The ringing bell above the door of his favourite coffee shop was a welcoming sound. The barista smiled at him in greeting, asking if he wanted his usual to go.

His park bench was empty as it always was. Sam liked to think of it as a small gift from the universe; the fact that it was perpetually unoccupied.

He liked to sit there and watch people’s day go by. His iced coffee-

“I don’t really require that much detail.”

“Patience. I’m getting there.”

It was arguably one of the most peaceful days he had had in awhile, and he was hoping to keep the streak going. Nothing seemed like it would phase him, not even the phone ringing, drawing his attention away from the scene in front of him. Caller ID didn’t trace who it was.

“Hello?”

“Wilson.”

Sam gripped the cup so hard he thought it might spill over onto his jeans.

“I told you not to call me, Ransone.”

“But honey we had such a good time last night,” he faux cooed, “You know I have needs-”

“I’m not getting involved in your stupid organisation, Vincent. I told you I’m done,” Sam broke in, not wanting to waste time listening to his stupid dramatics.

“Listen here, Wilson.” The swift change in his tone was looming, threatening. “You’re done when I say you’re done-”

“Wanna bet?” Sam took a sip of his coffee. “I thought we made it clear in Detroit that we’re done. Honey.”

He added the last part out of pure spite just to get a rise out of him. Much to his glee it seemed to work as Ransone let out a deep exhale before continuing.

“That was before we found out there’s a mole in my gang. I want you to kill him.”

“This is way below my pay grade. Have one of your interns do it. Your shitty murder warehouse hasn’t seen much action in a while.”

“This is Pierce we’re talking about. If he’s working for another organisation, his ass is going to be so guarded, these kids couldn’t wouldn’t even get past the gate. Besides, you know my murder warehouse is for special guests only-”

“Man, it must suck real hard to be you right now,” Sam didn’t wait for him to complete his sentence. He finished the last bit of the drink he had left, gathering his things before standing up. “Find someone else. I’m out.”

“You might want to reconsider that. We found him.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam said steadily, grip on the phone tightening.

“I think you do, though. Had us fooled for a while there, thinking he’s dead. A little more research, some cash into the right pockets and boom! There he is, clear as day.”

Sam felt a chill go up his spine.

“He doesn’t know we know. We’re just keeping an eye on him for now.”

“If you even fucking think of touching him-” his fists were balled up, struggling to keep his anger from rising.

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t.” Ransone laughed. “I’ll just have one of my interns do it.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Ransone. It’s not somethi-”

“Do this hit and I’ll leave him alone,” Ransone interjected. “You’ve worked so hard to pull him from our radar, Sammy. It would be a shame if it all went to waste.”

Sam’s jaw clenched. Suddenly the day didn’t seem as bright as it was a few minutes ago.

“I’ll text you the details. You tend to leave me on read so I thought I’d make it more fun. Do you want the confetti with the message or the lasers-”

Sam just hung up the call, feet firmly rooted in his spot. He had no idea what he was going to do.

The notification of a new text alerted him. Pierce’s address along with the exact timeline of when he’d be home.

It was across the country. If he botched the mission on purpose, Ransone wouldn't be able to find him for a few days at least, much less reach him. He could go on the run-

‘Do it or he dies.’

His train of thought was interrupted by a picture that made his blood boil.

Especially when it exploded with the stupid confetti effect.

“Okay, basically he threatened you with something to go do the hit.” You didn’t ask him what exactly he was threatening him with and Sam didn’t really elaborate.

“Yeah. Didn’t leave me with much of a choice. He’s batshit fuckin’ crazy anyway, I knew he’d do whatever he felt like.”

“So you ended up going.”

Pierce didn’t seem to get many visitors. Not that anyone could be blamed, this guy was one of the biggest pieces of shit Sam had had the misfortune of meeting.

Over the two days he had staked out in front of the mansion to find out if this guy had as much security as Ransone had boasted of, Sam had come to the conclusive truth that no, he very much did not. He had a standard home security system which was lacklustre compared to the rest of the house.

Maybe he just assumed that being a senior member of the mob would garner some fear to his name. Dumbass.

He found the tall shrubbery surrounding the property to be out of the line of sight of the camera, and climbing it wasn't very hard. He landed softly on the manicured lawn, adjusting his gloves and checking his surroundings before pulling his gun that was secured in the waistband of his pants.

He removed the safety, keeping it close to him as he stalked through the front yard.

The red car parked at the side earned an eye roll from him. If he had one, there was no doubt there’d be more. He just had to find a basement or garage.

Walking around the house, he kept close to the wall, searching for any opening to the basement.

It didn’t take long before he found a set of stairs to the exterior entrance of the basement. He checked to see if anyone was around before making his way down them. The lock was unsurprisingly easy to pick.

The basement was mostly dark save for a few strategic lights placed to highlight the magnificence of his several race cars. The man was moved slower than the second coming of Jesus. The cars just seemed like an overcompensation.

The switchboard was not difficult to find. He pulled open the cover, glancing at the switches before turning all of them off, plunging the whole basement into darkness. If his security system was as outdated as Pierce was, it would have turned off along with the rest of the house.

“Oh, that’s why the cameras weren't working when I showed up.” Bits that seemed amiss were beginning to place itself together the more his story progressed. “I assume you entered the house through the window on the side?”

“Sure did.”

Your guess was right. He’s the reason why it was ajar by the time you arrived.

As soon as he entered he had his gun raised. Scanning the room as he went past, his senses were dialed up to eleven. If he was really under the protection of Serpentine, they were doing a terrible job. He had gotten in completely unscathed.

As he made his way deeper into the house, the sound of some movie playing became louder. But he had cut off the power supply to the house.

His eyebrows pulled together tightly into a frown, he made his way down the hall towards the sound. No one was in the dining or living room he canvassed.

Finally, Pierce’s silhouette became clearer. He appeared to just be sitting there idly while a smaller screen played in front of him. It wasn’t a TV, just an iPad.

If Pierce was asleep it would just make the job easier. Gun raised, Sam made his way into the room silently.

Pierce was still. Sam raised the gun, taking a step closer.

A floorboard creaked.

He immediately cringed, shoulders tensed as he came to an immediate stop. It seemed like forever as he waited for Pierce to wake up, to brandish a gun and try and defend himself.

He didn’t.

Taking a step to the side, Sam moved diagonally. Each one was slow. Ready for any sudden movements from his end.

He finally stopped in front of Pierce.

A bullet hole in his forehead. Eyes open. Chest still.

He was dead.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Sam breathed out, lowering his gun. Pierce’s glassy eyes stared blankly ahead. He didn’t look like had been dead for too long.

A soft thud in another room made his head snap up. It was in the same direction from where he came.

He silently moved backwards to the corner of the room, hoping that the darkness was enough of a disguise as he saw someone stalking down the hallway.

“And that’s when you come in. Thought you were comin’ back to make sure he was dead.”

“I had just got there. Saw that everything was off, and just assumed it was a power outage.”

“What about you? How’d you end up there?” Sam had his legs crossed, leaning forward to listen to you.

“Ransone told me that there was a spy who was sending information out for nearly two years. Needed him gone and he wasn’t sure if his other agent would show up-” you mentioned to him- “I guess that’s you. Told me I had an opening at 8pm. When I got there, the CCTV was off. Found the window open so I just used that.”

You were replaying your memory, step by step to remember what exactly you had seen.

“Heard the movie playing, found no one when I went down the hall. I saw the car keys on the island, which came in handy later. Entered the room, pushed his head with the gun and he just slumped over like a damn rag doll. That’s when you made your grand entrance.”

“Got one chance to make an impression. Had to make sure I looked cool, emergin’ from the shadows and whatnot.”

“It doesn’t make sense though.”

“Ouch. Thought it was pretty legit, actu-”

“No, no-” you waved him off. “Not your entrance. The henchmen thing.”

He paused, mulling over what you said. “If he was working for Serpentine, he would have been more careful. Why did they show up after he’s dead?”

“I don’t think they work for Serpentine. If Pierce was giving them information, they wouldn’t kill him.” You had good reason to be confident about that. You thought you did, from previous assessments.

“Unless they were scared that he’d switch again,” Sam suggested. You looked up from your fidgeting fingers to him. “Didn’t want any of their secrets going back to Ransone. They got to him before we did.”

“Why’d they shoot at us then? If they killed him and left, why’d they wait for us to show up? Why did they try to kill us?”

“I think we’re ignoring the important thing here,” he paused. You looked at him expectantly, prodding him on. “How did they know we were coming? They should have killed him and disappeared but they expected us.”

You tilted your head. “Are you saying-”

“There might be more.”

“Pierce might not have been the only one,” you finished. “There are more spies.”

“Tipped ‘em off. Told them we were going to be there.”

“And killing us was just to poke Ransone with a stick,” you murmured, eyes downcast, fidgeting with your fingers again. “But that just seems random. It doesn’t make sense.”

“None of this makes sense, sweetheart.” Sam scoffed, leaning back again.

“We’re missing something. There’s something wrong.” You looked at him. “If it’s just a random attack, why did they release our face to the whole fuckin’ country? Why are they specifically targeting us?”

“Finishing what they started. Covering all their tracks from that day. If we’re not dead, we’re a liability.”

“What if it’s not Serpentine at all? What if it’s another gang?”

“Serpentine has the most motive.”

“We don’t know that.”

He looked at you incredulously. “I think there’s substantial evidence to suggest they fuckin’ hate us. Besides, they’d want me dead specifically.”

“Why?” you inquired, eyes narrowing.

He opened his mouth like he was going to explain but closed it a second later, leaving you guessing.

“Fine, but it doesn’t mean they’re the only ones who do.” You made a point to ask him later or at least conduct your own research into it.

“Okay,” he said, shifting to lean on his elbows, “who else could it be? If Pierce was working for Serpentine and Ransone found out, sends someone to kill him, it’s essentially an attack on one of their own members. I’d say that's a pretty good motive.”

“I don’t know. Hydra doesn’t like us either. There’s Ten Rings too. But Serpentine just doesn’t work out.”

“How are you sure?” he asked. “You a spy for them too?”

You rolled your eyes at him as he raised his eyebrow. “It doesn’t make sense. What if we’re missing something? Did we go through everything?”

“I just went through my entire story down to the most irrelevant details. Twice. Nothing’s missing on my end.” He pushed himself off the bed, taking a long stretch before looking back at you.

“I think we should do it again. Just to make sure.” You rotated your torso to look at him. “We can figure it out-”

“You’re going to lose your mind if you keep at this any longer for today. Take a break.”

“I can’t take this lightly. Everyone’s out there looking for us and there is no one we can trust-”

“And going through our stories for the third time today is going to solve that how?” He had his hands crossed over his chest like a stern parent.

“I’m sorry but our faces are probably plastered in every damn police precinct in the country,” you snapped, “And I think that us remembering something some stupid detail might actually help rather than, I don’t know, taking naps and eating sandwiches. So no, I’m not going to drop it. Because I actually want to get out of here.”

You didn’t mean to sound so angry with him. He had told you everything twice already and patiently answered questions that you had. You didn’t think he was lying. You had no way of knowing but you hoped that some sort of allegiance was being formed between you both.

There was silence for a minute, leaving enough time for the guilt to creep in when he didn’t fire back. It’s what you expected.

“I’m not asking you to drop it. I’m saying take a break,” he said calmly. “You’re thinkin’ enough for the both of us anyway.”

You let out a small exhale, forcing the edge to retreat from your voice.

“I’ll be back in a while.” With that he turned around and left the room. A few minutes later you heard the backdoor open and shut.

Great.

You massaged your throbbing temples, eyes closed. He was right. Your mind wasn’t clear and you had been at this for hours. You wouldn’t be able to think critically.

Or at all.

You dropped back on the bed, grabbing a pillow and pressing it to your face. The coolness of the fabric felt nice.

You just let out a sigh, turning to your side to hopefully get some sleep.

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You woke up what seemed like hours later to a dark room.

It took your eyes a while to adjust stepping out into the hallway illuminated by the light in the kitchen.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice rang out. “Made you a sandwich.”

You rubbed your eyes groggily, looking where he was pointing. Sure enough, there was a sandwich on the table. He sat at the seat adjacent to it.

“Thank you.” You contemplated sitting next to him for dinner. It would be a first.

In the end you just grabbed your plate, giving him a half smile before making your way to the couch. You settled on sitting on the floor instead, leaning your back against the foot of the sofa.

The TV was already halfway through playing Megamind so you just let it continue, mindlessly chewing on the bread. As far as peanut butter sandwiches go, it wasn’t all that bad.

“Wilson,” you called out sheepishly, eyes not leaving the movie. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. It wasn’t right.”

“It’s okay.”

How he let go of it so easily was beyond you. The sandwich was surprising too, but you took it, not wanting to change his mind. He couldn’t have poisoned it. You had checked his stuff.

You sat in silence for the rest of the movie. Your mind kept slipping in and out of thought but it was a comfortable atmosphere you found yourself in.

After the credits started rolling, you went to leave your plate in the sink. Sam brushed past you, grabbing the blanket at the foot of the couch, launching himself onto the cushions.

“What are you doing?” you asked, puzzled as he snuggled in.

“Going to sleep?” He tilted his head to look at you.

“Use the bed.”

“It’s your turn today.”

“Your back’s fucked up. I’ll take the couch.”

He didn’t budge.

“Go on.” You mentioned to the room with a shrug of your shoulder.

“You’re not going to let me argue, are you?”

You pressed your lips into a straight line to hide a smile, shaking your head lightly.

“Well, okay.” He let out a small noise as he got up. “Guess I’m sleeping business class tonight.”

Sam walked past you, careful not to bump into you. You swapped places with him, making your way to the couch, readjusting the blanket that was haphazardly left there.

“Y/N.” You peered at him from the corner of your eye, only to fully turn when you caught his gaze. “I appreciate it.”

You just nodded, tossing the blanket over yourself as he switched off the light.

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ginanosakka · 4 years ago

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The War Has Begun

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Mind of a Monster | Next

Katsuki had been quiet as a mouse since the meeting, and even as he handled the investigation and information he was being relayed by those part of the mission, he looked more in thought than exploding with anger at his current situation. Usually, he would be patrolling the streets, taking down any petty thug or idiotic villain that dared to cause a scene in his area, but he found himself patrolling for as long as many other heroes he knew that preferred to take this profession slow. It didn’t even matter to him that he was seeing icy-hot on the news more than him now when he sat in the living room with his son.

His son.

Those words felt so right now despite the fact that children were at the bottom of his list of things to deal with. Seeing that blonde boy with the same blown out ashy blonde hair as his, sharing the same eyes with that damn sparkle of the girl he was forever intertwined with, he felt nothing but pure satisfaction and peace. The same satisfaction and peace he believed he could only have by being the number one hero, which was the reason why he spent so much overtime as a hero to try and surpass Deku, and to never be lumped into the same category as Todoroki. When he thought of being number one now, he couldn’t find that same passion for it.

“You should feel honored that the future number one hero lets you talk to him.” Katsuki boasted, grinning like a maniac while you sat across from him at the mall food court.

“Being number one is a sham, you know. My dad said that all those heroes at the top do it for money and fame, with the only exception being All Might. I prefer heroes like Gang Orca, he’s super cool and he actually cares about the people he’s saving.” You mentioned casually, picking up another fry from your tray of food and chewing on it.

Katsuki simmered down enough to take in what you said, and felt the slight shade you threw at his goal. “What’s that supposed to mean?! You think I’m a bad hero or something?!” He shouted, and you shrugged while ignoring the stares that you two were getting.

“That isn’t my dream to pick at, but it’s not hard to see that Endeavor doesn’t save lives because he cares about people. . You said the reason you want to be a hero was to make a lot of money and show off that you were better than everyone else. Do you really think you’re an All Might and not an Endeavor?”

He stood up with his hair casting a shadow over his eyes, and before you could even say another word, he walked away from you. You stared after him in shock at such a negative reaction from the truth, but you knew that he wouldn’t take that well. It was the truth that he’d been facing since starting UA that he wasn’t like his classmates who all shared his goal, but you knew he didn’t understand what you truly meant. The heaviness of your words weighed Katsuki down as he walked away from, his insecurities that he’d hide from you shining through in that moment. You were right in that moment; Katsuki didn’t understand what you meant, but he can’t pretend like it didn’t hurt.

“Real heroes don’t care about being number one as long as they’re helping someone. . what a dumbass.” Katsuki mumbled the moral of your words as they hit him like a train wreck.

‘She’s always been that damn wise, huh?’ He thought as he turned away from watching the television with his son to you.

You sat not too far away from them on his recliner, your legs crossed and eyes intently focused on your phone as you typed away. All morning you had been like that when you weren’t talking or doing something with Ryu. The two of you had not moved forward since his apology, but there were no longer small acts of aggression towards him when you spoke, and in your constant teasing of his short temper, there was no longer any comments about the past riddled in your humor. Though that didn’t ease his mind about the unspoken rivalry that had sprung from your reappearance.

He refused to lose you again, and damn sure not to shitty hair.

Without warning, Katsuki stood up and stalked towards you. His sudden movements took your attention away from your emails with your assistant and you looked up at him as he towered over you, and you’d never admit that the butterflies in your stomach weren’t from fear. In a simple tank top and shorts standing above you was a man that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, but you’d much rather burn the image in the back of your mind and keep your hormones to yourself than embarrass yourself.

“We’re going out.” He said as if stating a fact, and in his mind, it very much was.

“. . . Who the fuck is we? Ryu, you didn’t hear me say that.” You blinked at Katsuki as if he had grown three heads, before looking to Ryu who’s attention had moved to the both of you when he heard the foul word fall from your mouth.

“When I burn stuff I’m bad, but you can say bad words,” you heard your five year old huff.

“I mean you and I,” Katsuki explained with slight irritation at you. “Pinky’s been bugging me anyway, so she can-“

You cut him off and turned your phone off, “there’s no need to call her. My assistant will watch him and I’ll babysit you.”

“Pain in my ass,” Katsuki mumbled just loud enough for you to hear as you stood up, and you smiled in return.

Being stuck in Katsuki’s house most of the time made you appreciate the outdoors more, and maybe a few weeks ago you’d complain about being in the park without Ryu, but it felt like a stilled moment in time now where you could pretend there was a sense of normalcy. You could pretend like you and Katsuki were just frenemies with complicated emotions, and he could take a breath from that world of constant ridicule and popularity contests. It was never spoken between you two, but it was clear that it wasn’t just you that was causing him to be stressed and consistently explosive; the hero community was wearing him down for a while now.

It only took finding out he had a child, rivaling the girl he lost, and having them both be targeted by her father, for him to realize being number one wasn’t that important.

“So, why did you want to take me to the park . without the child that loves the park?” You said with mild amusement, you two walking side by side in your hoodies and sweats to be at least slightly concealed in public.

Truthfully, in his moment of haste to get a leg up on his own friend, he hadn’t fully thought out an idea to get close to you. It wasn’t until he made it out of the apartment, after barely casting a glance at your assistant, Nanami, that you allowed into his home, that he realized this may not have been the smartest course of action. And he’d never admit that to you.

“You looked like you needed some time away, and I’m tired of looking at you working when you’re not even there.” He said gruffly, avoiding your face and doing his best to fight the small blush he could feel heat up his cheeks.

You chuckled lowly, “some things never change. . Speaking of that, how are things with Midoriya? I was surprised to hear that you didn’t full on murder him when he was announced the number one hero.” You said, giving him a sideways glance to gauge his reaction.

That was quite a blow to his ego. It took him a while to recover from losing to the boy he had looked down on his entire childhood, and then underestimated in his later years until he was forced to realize that Deku was his equal. What he lacked, Deku excelled, and there was nothing he could do about that other than to work harder. It took a long time for Katsuki to truly accept that there was something special about that nerd, and the world needed him.

“He’ll always be a loser to me. . but he’s a decent hero. I’d be a dumbass like the rest of you to kick his ass about it.” Katsuki said and looked you in the eyes, showing that he meant every word. “You know, I can’t tell if you hate me or care too damn much sometimes.”

You hummed with a smile creeping up on your face, “It’s a healthy balance of both. . I’m not ready

to overthink us right now when I can’t be completely open with you, or anyone else for that matter.” The smile that grew had withered near the end of your sentence, and you felt a flash of guilt in you for dragging him into a battle that had little to do with him. You dragged an entire army of heroes into this, and you couldn’t even guarantee they’d have their jobs. . without using them like pawns.

“I’m not letting you go through this alone. I don’t care how much you try to push me away, your shitty ass is stuck with me.” He said without missing a beat.

For a moment you smiled again, and Katsuki accepted the uncontrollable beating of his heart around you. Your bodies had inches closer during your walk, and though your hand never touched nor did your arms link, you felt close to another. It was possible that it was a toxic attachment neither of you should be so content within, neither of you wasted another breath to question it.

You both arrived back at the apartment a mere few hours later. Walking in public together in broad daylight wasn’t the safest idea at this time even in hoodies, so it wasn’t long before you both agreed to turn back. The sun was still shining outside when Katsuki opened the door, yet the eerie silence that welcomed him made a chill run down his spine and every alarm in his body went off at once.

His body reacted before his mind when he stalked towards the living room, then to the kitchen, and lastly to Ryu’s bedroom to find absolutely no one. There were things of Ryu’s missing — some clothes and toys that he took with him wherever he could. There were signs that a child had once been here still scattered around the house, but there wasn’t any sign that Nanami had ever been here.

Rage, fear, and sadness were running rampant in Bakugou’s mind as he frantically searched Ryu’s room for anything that would tell him where they went and that this was some misunderstanding. He was cursing himself for not taking a second look at that girl, and he cursed himself for leaving his only son with her when he knew nothing about her. Had he stopped and checked her out he might have been able to tell something was off — he might have been able to stop his son from going missing and be a good father like he should have.

His frantic thoughts stopped suddenly, along with his movements and time. He remembered who else was here and wasn’t making a sound while he tore the room apart. Who hadn’t made a single sound since leaving the park.

“Y/N.”

The way your name fell from his lips felt like venom being injected straight into your veins, but your face remained neural even as his manic eyes made contact with yours. You didn’t speak in fear that any response would cause him to spur completely out of control, and you knew that whatever response you gave him wouldn’t be good enough. This wasn’t a battle you’d win.

“Where. . Is he?” Katsuki asked slowly through gritted teeth.

“I think you need to-“ you attempted to reach out to him and de escalate this enough to explain, but he cut you off with more fury than a scorned man.

“Where is my son?!”

Before any answer could be given the front door was slammed opened with a deafening smack, sending you whirling around at the sudden action. Thundering footsteps came down the hall and before you could even let the anxiety consume you, men dressed in riot gear appeared in the doorway of the room with guns pointed in your direction. Your hands flew up automatically, and they wasted no time swarming you.

“Y/N L/N, you’re under arrest for conspiracy and premeditated murder.”

A/N: A missing mother, a missing son, and an arrest. What a wholesome story. Anyways, the angst never stops and the tables keep turning, LETS GET CRAZY!

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Love and Hate (The Best Boys)

dude come on. you said you’d upload the next chapter on christmas and now it’s been a whole week after and it’s still not out. :(, hi! when are you posting the next chapter of tbb??, tbb????, Are you posting the next chapter of best boys soon? I miss her, when will you be posting the next part of the best boys series??, Ok I’m over TBB I’m just gonna say she ends up with Blah Blah and they live happily ever after, the end. Thank you for the amazing read, it has been fun❤️, TBB is literally the last series I have to finish before I can finally peace out of the shithole that is the OBX fandom for good but like no rush or anything baby❤️,When do you think you’ll be posting the last chapters of TBB?, Hey queen how’s the writing for best boys going,

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SHES HEREEEE

Yes, im aware this chapter is all over the place. I went through writing four different versions of this chapter and this is the one that I decided to go with. I know that this one is kind of a little ahfioshviowenvionae but it all comes together next chapter (I already started writing the next chapter). Im so sorry that this is so late. I’ve been having issues for a little bit. My grandfather and my dog passed away and I recently had a relapse and I think that’s why it was taking me so long. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter <3

Warnings:Nothing really, swearing and unedited. Also im sorry if you dont like this chapter but like....yeah.

You were awoken to the sounds of screaming.Topper ended up at the foot of the bed, Kelce still clinging onto you.Rafe was absent from his spot but the mattress was still warm and had a slight dent which let you know that he hadnt been gone long.

You had spent most of the night trying to find the perfect spot on the mattress, one arm thrown over kelce and your heel against the back of Toppers thigh.It seemed like it hadnt been a super long time since the sun had risen which meant that it was probably around seven in the morning by now.

Your heart was thumping in your chest, trying to pay attention to what the voices were shouting.Something about a mess and irresponsibility but you couldnt hear much besides that.Rafe stomped up the stairs, opening his door.He was shirtless, face red from yelling and his eyes slightly watery.You sat up, making Kelce grumble.

Rafe’s jaw was slightly dropped, his nose beginning to run and his body trembling.“Hey, what happened?”You asked, gaining Kelce’s attention.Topper’s eyes opened slightly, looking over at Rafe.The tall boy didnt say anything, he just dragged his feet across the room and sat back on the bed, mumbling.You were hesitant to grip his hand, squeezing lightly.

He just stared at a wrinkle in the blanket but the sound of something breaking downstairs told you that it had been more than just bickering.Kelce was worried, knowing that his parents had gotten home late last night and would see the mess he had created. “He doesnt want me living here anymore.”Rafe spoke up, a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

You pulled him closer to you, arms around his shoulders as he sobbed, your fingers rubbing against the back of his neck.He squeezed you tightly when he head footsteps coming up the stairs, silently praying to any god that would listen that it wouldnt be Ward.Kelce’s phone kept buzzing but he ignored it, knowing exactly what it was.

He knew that it was coming and he would be lying if he said that he didnt expect it, nervous the whole night as he waited for his phone to blow up.“What are you gonna do?”Topper asked.As much as you wanted to scold him for asking that when Rafe clearly didnt want to talk about it it was still something that you had also been wondering.

Rafe didnt answer, taking in a deep, shaky breath that hurt his ribs before picking up his head and looking over to his friend. “I dont know.”He admitted.His voice hurt your heart, the realisation kicking in that there wasnt really many places that he could go.

Kelce’s phone buzzed again, all of your eyes falling on him.He sighed, glancing at his screen.He had missed calls from his parents, dozens of text in all caps telling him to come home immediately. “They found the door.”He replied, keeping his voice calm.A new wave of silence washed over the room, not knowing what to say to that.

Your eyes watered as you remembered how simple life was a few weeks ago, all of you eating breakfast, watching criminal minds and laughing as Topper recorded it all on his snapchat.Now everything was completely falling apart.You didnt say anything, trying to think of a solution.Rafe couldnt go to Kelce’s house or Topper’s house since Topper’s mother had one of those security cameras outside of her home and she’d recognize him immediately.

She was still pissy about Topper’s accident, she’d explode if he let friends over. “SO what happens now?”Topper asked.You were all out of ideas.A simple drive or icecream or a movie couldnt solve any of this. “I mean...think about it.We’re adults, right?Child protective services cant stop us if we leave.”Kelce muttered.Rafe nodded, snapping his fingers.

“Yeah, yeah!You’re right.”He agreed, causing your eyes to widen.They were acting insane. They couldnt be serious about just getting up and leaving forever, right? “No, no hes not.We cant just-we cant just leave!”You exclaimed.They were actually going crazy.How could they even think like that? “Why?What do you have here, (Y/N)?”He asked.You paused, thinking about it.

You didnt really have anything.You had your house of course but other than that you had nothing but memories and your boys.You didnt want to admit that he was right, letting out a quiet sigh. “But leaving forever isnt the answer.”You muttered.Rafe rubbed your back, shaking his head. “Doesnt have to be forever, baby.”He answered.

“But- but just cause we arent kids doesnt mean we cant be registered as missing people.They’ll come after us.”You told them.You knew that nobody outside of this room actually cared about you enough to report you as missing but you were scrambling through your thoughts, desperately hunting for a reason to stay on the shitty island that you had learned to love so much.Topper shrugged, not really caring.

“Guys, guys. Okay, look. You’re all fucked, ill admit it. But thats fine! Are you guys forgetting that I still have a house- you guys can just stay there until this whole thing blows over just like you always have!”You reminded them, hoping they’d agree. “This isnt gonna blow over, (Y/N). I cant come back here.”Rafe told you, becoming aggravated.

“THEN MOVE IN! All of you guys, you can just move in, okay? You dont have to leave- I still have my moms money! We’ll figure it out as we go and…. And it’ll be fine.”You insisted. “Move in with you?”Rafe asked. You nodded, wiping your nose. “You practically live with me already, it wont be that different.”You told him, gripping his hand.

It was a messy blur as Rafe packed his things, grabbing anything that he thought could be important. A photo of his mother, his birth certificate and diploma, laptop and ipad, the Frozen ll record. Kelce and Topper just watched, neither of them ready for anything like this so early in the morning.

Maybe if you werent so tired and upset you wouldnt have said it, but here you were in Rafe’s truck, a dufflebag full of his things at your feet with the boys in the backseat as he drove to your house, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as the thoughts finally took over his brain. Kelce had got aggravated and shut down his phone entirely, staring out the window.

The last thing you were expecting was to come down your road only to see a car that was practically falling apart already in your driveway, a tall man with his hands over his forehead as he tried to look in your windows. “What the fuck….”Rafe muttered, reaching for the door handle when you gripped his hand. “Dont, we dont know what he’s doing.”You told him, hoping he’d listen.

Turns out he wasnt the one you had to worry about, Kelce swinging his door open and sprinting up your driveway before anyone could even stop him. Wherever Kelce went Topper went, the boy struggling to get the seatbelt over his cast before jumping out of the truck and nearly falling into a puddle. “ESCUSE ME! MR SIR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING LOOKING IN MY HOUSE?”Kelce shouted, purposely making his voice deeper.

The man turned, confused as to why two half asleep teenage boys were walking towards him. “Your house?”The man asked. “Yes, sir. You ever heard of a gay couple before?”Topper asked, making Kelce break character for a moment.

“Well, no, its not that. Its just that I thought this was someone elses house.”The man muttered, confused. You had slid down your seat, hoping that the man wouldnt see you. “He’s about to leave.”Rafe whispered.

“Who’s the other guy in the car?”The man asked, pointing to Rafe’s figure. Kelce glanced over at Topper with wide eyes, trying to think. “Our son.”Kelce replied, cringing the moment he said it. The man only looked more confused, looking between the two boys. “How old are you guys?”The man asked, clearly not buying their story.

“Excuse me? Are you saying that we’re too old to have a son? I did not spend years training for a medical degreee to have some random old man come and tell us how old our son can be!”Topper exclaimed. “I didnt spend years trying to find a surrogate and figuring out a way to make a robot nanny for this!”He sighed, trying his best not to smile.

“Could you please leave the property before we call the police?”Kelce asked. The man was beyond confused at this point, quickly making his way to his shitty car before slowly backing out of the driveway, eyes still scanning the area before he gave up and went down the street.

You let out a sigh of relief, moving to get up when Rafe placed his hand on top of your head to keep you down. “Hes coming around again.”He whispered to you, taking in a shaky breath and holding it in his lungs as the car passed a second time. Topper and Kelce were standing by the door, staring at Rafe almost as telling him to get out and make a run for it.

“Open the door in 3...2…”You didnt wait, jumping out and running towards the house, typing in the key pad as quick as you could, Topper’s hand pushing you inside. “Here he comes again!”He exclaimed, coming in right behind you along with the others before Rafe slammed the door shut and locked it, letting out a laugh.

“Oh god, that was scary.”He chuckled. Kelce and Topper nodded as well, eventually laughing. “Was that my dad?”You asked. “Maybe.”Topper answered. Now that you thought about it, your dad didnt same important. Nothing did. You lived on a huge rock that’s floating around space and you’re concerned about your dad when your boyfriends best friends are moving in.

“What’d you tell him?”You asked. “We told him that we’re a gay couple, Topper’s a doctor and Rafe is our child.”Kelce replied. You giggled, snorting. “I mean, as you should.”You replied. “Hell yeah.”Kelce grinned. Topper tapped at his arm. “Bro, you wanna get married?”Topper asked. Kelce laughed again, nodding.

“I’ll get baptised and get you guys married!”Rafe volunteered, all of you turning to look at him. “Did you just say baptised?”Kelce asked. Rafe nodded, eyebrows furrowing. “Is that not the right word?”He asked. Topper shook his head. “The word is ordained.”He informed the tall boy. “He’s trying his best.”You replied, sitting down on the chair that you werent used to sitting in.

“You think he’s gonna come back?”You asked. Topper groaned, sitting down. “Well, I hope not. I dont want my husband and I to have to fight him.”He grinned. You rolled your eyes, changing positions in the chair. “Did he look like me?”You asked, leaning your head against the arm rest, groaning when Rafe pushed your legs aside and sat down with you.

“Not really… he had rat tails for eyebrows.”Kelce replied, putting his fingers over his eyebrows. “Do I have rat tail eyebrows?”You asked, grinning when Rafe reached forward and poked your eyebrow, a chuckle slipping past his lips. “You wish.”He replied. “Fuck off.”You answered. “Dont be fucking rude.”He grinned, kissing you quickly before pulling away with a small smile.

You were shocked, trying to hide your surprise. It wasnt like you werent used to kissing Rafe by now, it was just that he had never done it in front of the boys before. They looked nearly as confused as you, the thought of Rafe kissing you in front of them never even being a concern until now. They were used to him getting most of your love and attention but that had just stirred something within them.

“So how are we gonna do this? I dont know about you guys but im not going back to my house anytime soon.”Kelce announced. Rafe lifted his head, looking over to the boy. “You could always sneak in your own window to grab your things...maybe wait until theyre at work. What about you, Top?”Rafe asked, turning his attention to the blonde boy.

“What do I have at my house that I need? Like, really need.”He asked, grinning when none of you could answer. “Problem solved.”He replied. “What time is it?”Rafe asked, breaking the silence. “Ten.”Kelce replied, closing his eyes as he leaned against the couch. “Im going upstairs to take a nap then.”Topper yawned, slowly making his way down the hall into the first floor guest room.

It was arguably the worst since it also worked as your moms office, a queen bed pushed into the corner. You wiggled out of Rafe’s grip, smiling when he whined. You went into the kitchen, grabbing a poptart. For the situation you felt rather calm, opening the silver package and taking a bite of one of the sweet pastries.

The energy in the house felt different than it had yesterday. You werent sure why, maybe it was just the comfort of knowing that the boys were going to be living with you now and you wouldnt have to worry as much about Rafe or Topper’s relationship with his mom.

“So how are we gonna handle this?”Kelce asked, confusing you. “The house, I mean. You have this whole house and like...30 million dollars. We can literally redecorate however we want, maybe even clean out your moms office if youre okay with it.”He suggested.

You nodded, the idea of getting the memory of your mother cleansed from your life sounded appealing. His excitement took over as he opened his amazon prime app, looking for new decor. “How do you feel about your moms room?”He asked, not wanting to push your limits. You shrugged, swallowing part of the pastry. “Shes not using it.”You replied, surprised by how morbid you sounded.

He simply nodded, shifting in his seat as he added things to his cart. “Can we redo your room? It’s been the same color since we were fourteen.”Rafe suggested. You shrugged, not really caring. You didnt spend a large amount of time in your bedroom anyways. You scrolled through your phone for a few minutes, seeing a little red bubble next to your messaging app that let you know that you had gotten a text. Curious, you opened it.

As soon as you saw who it was a pit grew in your stomach, eyes widening. It was her. “Sweet words, (Y/N).”The text read. You knew that it was your uncle just trying to mess with you but it still caused your anxiety to skyrocket, deciding to block the number and place your phone between your thighs, taking in a deep breath through your nose.

Topper dragged his feet, coming out of the room with a frown. “That’s the most uncomfortable bed in all of history.”He muttered, sitting down on the couch instead. “You can go upstairs.’You reminded him, feeling your phone buzz against your inner thigh.

He just hummed, leaning his head against the back of the couch. “How long was I in there?”He asked. “Literally not even ten minutes.”Kelce replied, still scrolling. “Did I miss anything?”Topper asked. You didnt reply, breaking off another piece of the poptart. “We’re gonna redecorate the house.”Kelce answered. Topper nodded, lifting his head.

“Does that mean that office too?”Topper asked. You nodded, staring at a spot on your carpet. “Does that mean we get to open the file cabinet in the guest room?”He asked, all of you looking over at him. The thought made you feel nauseous. Even if she wasnt here to yell at you you knew that opening the file cabinet would still scare you anyways.

“If theres a dead body in there I swear to god-”You muttered, earning a chuckle from Rafe. “A body couldnt fit in there.”he replied, making your eyebrows furrow. “How do you know where bodies can fit?”You asked. “No, no. Like, its not….well...maybe a raccoon body.”He admitted. “Rafe!”You exclaimed, smacking his thigh.

He rolled his eyes, pulling you into his lap. “There’s no raccoon body.”He answered. “I think theres a raccoon body.”Kelce replied. “Theres not.”You answered. Topper grinned, skipping into the room and beginning to open the cabinet, the three of you following him. “Okay, who votes raccoon body?”He asked, his hand on the knob.

Kelce raised his hand, grabbing your arm to make you hold your hand up as well. “Ready?”Topper asked before pulling the door open, looking into it. His face fell immediately, not expecting this. “What?”You asked, stepping past Kelce and looking into the cabinet.Guns were being held by small metal pieces, multiple clear bags full of plants and needles on the floor, bullets on sashes hanging with the guns.

The two of you just stared, ignoring Rafe and Kelce until they came up behind you, equally as confused. “What the fuck?”Rafe asked, seeing the bags. Kelce slammed the doors shut, locking it. “We’re not telling anyone about this, right?”He asked, looking at all of you. “What are we gonna do with all that? We cant just keep it here!”Topper argued.

Rafe shrugged, resting his elbow on your shoulder. “We smoke the weed and throw the guns in the river, obviously.”Rafe answered. “We’re not smoking weed, Rafe.”You answered. “Well your mom didnt have a liscense to carry, right?”Kelce asked. You shook your head, figuring it would be hung up somewhere in the house to remind you of the power she had.

“Right, okay. So we cant call the cops and we cant keep it here.”Kelce answered, clicking the lock on the cabinet. “What’d your mom even do for a living?”Topper asked. You frowned, thinking back. You never really knew what your mother did, you just stayed quiet and hoped you wouldnt make her angry. She’d disappear for months, money would appear in your bank account, she’d pay the bills aned thats all you needed to know.

She’d have long phone calls with people in her office, grounding you if you even dared to listen. “I dont know.”You replied, cringing at how stupid you sounded. “She has these cabinets all over the house, doesnt she?”Kelce asked. “The one in her room is actual files.”You told him, hoping that there were no sorts of hidden things in her room.

“Should we go check?” Rafe asked, out of the room with a grin before any of you could even answer. You sighed, slightly annoyed that he was treating this like a scavenger hunt. “Its been here this whole time, im sure nothings gonna happen.”Kelce assured you, patting you on the shoulder before his fingers tickled your arm and wrist, gripping your hand and bringing you upstairs.

“I ordered some tapestries, succulents, fake vines and some new blankets for our new movie room.”He told you, nearly slipping up. “Movie room?”You asked, nearly slipping on the stairs. “Your mom has a big tv, I figured it could be like a second living room if you’re comfortable with that.”He answered, pausing at the top of the stairs so he could wait for you.

Rafe was in your mother’s room, carefully pulling on the drawers, eventually finding out that the top one was locked. He looked over at you, silently asking if you knew where the key was. You shook your head, letting go of Kelce’s hand and opening the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

Your mother kept most of your medical documents and anything like that to herself along with basically everything that proved you existed. Baby photos, ultra sounds, old school tests. “We could just move it into the other guest room.”Rafe muttered, hoping he wasnt making you upset. You ignored him, looking through all the little colored tags, your eyes falling on a silver tag, your eyebrows furrowing. No other ones had that color.

You picked it up, sitting down and reading it over. The words were all bundled together, ink scratches and smudges told you that it wasnt a serious document. The only word you could make out was ‘arsonist’. Nothing else was eligible. “Can we take it right now?”You asked, placing the paper on the floor and closing the drawer. Rafe nodded, Kelce grabbing one side while Rafe grabbed the other. Topper grinned, leaning against your mothers unused desk.

“I would help but my arms broken.”he laughed, watching as Kelce struggled, walking backwards. “Some moral support would be great.”Kelce rolled his eyes. You grinned, slowly clapping. “Great job, guys. You’re doing great moving that illegal file cabinet.”You held back a laugh. They turned carefully, shuffling as they eventually got to the guest bedroom.

“How do you feel about this?”Topper asked, sitting down on the chair. You sighed, shrugging. “I mean, you know. Its not that I dont love the idea of you guys being here but like… its the circumstances.”You answered, sighing when he pulled you closer with his good arm, rubbing your back. “Thanks a lot for this, though. Like in all seriousness im really grateful that you’re in my life.”He blushed, looking up at you. You smiled, kissing his nose lightly.

“I mean, I do provide you with half of the drama in your life.”You giggled, kissing him gently. “Where does the other half come from?”He asked. You shrugged, sighing. “Probably you.”You answered. “I cant believe you’d say that to me! You know im at a bad place in life and you put me in this terrible situation when you know that!”He fake cried, bursting into laughter.

“Kourtney dont laugh at me!”You exclaimed. You felt a vibration under your feet, hearing a loud, dramatic sigh and the sound of skin colliding. They had successfully moved the file cabinet, the door closing as their loud footsteps hit the floor as they entered your mother’s room again. Rafe took a moment to look around, sometimes forgetting that the room even existed.

It was the biggest room in the house, the ceiling going up at least twenty feet with only glass separating the room from the outside world. His mind wandered, thinking of all the fun nights the two of you could have in here watching the stars or listening to the rain.

The bed was large and still, the blankets and sheets unwrinkled and untouched. He understood why you were creeped out by the house now, feeling like he didnt belong in the room. You all took turns trying to figure out what the writing said, eventually deciding that it probably wasnt even in english. “Should we put it through google translate?”Rafe asked, staring at the paper.

Kelce shook his head. “Nah, its not reliable. I tried using it for spanish class in freshman year and I got detention.”He replied. “Well thats definitely not spanish. Maybe its like…. Ancient text.”Topper suggested, causing you to frown. “I highly doubt that my mother would know an ancient text.

Maybe we should just leave it.”You answered. Although you werent exactly satisfied with it you just didnt feel like spending your time trying to decode a random paper. They didnt seem satisfied either but didnt want to push you, putting the paper down on the desk where it would be safe from your footsteps.

Of course the boys just couldnt stay at the same place for long periods of time, deciding to suggest that you guys go out to a store to get some paint for the boring walls. You agreed, the four of you getting into your car instead of Rafe’s truck, locking all the doors and windows before you left.

Kelce didnt suggest a McDonalds run which caused you to frown, knowing that he was probably too stressed to want to eat. You guys went into Walmart with one goal, heading right for the paint section and looking at the wall of colors. “Lets get four colors and kind of just make it up as we go.”Kelce muttered, looking at all the different shades.

“We could all pick one out.”Topper suggested, reaching forward and picking a bright green. You agreed, picking a shade of light purple, watching as Kelce picked the color toffee biscuits and Rafe went for cotton blue. You doubted any of the colors would actually look good together but that wasnt the point of the project.

It was more about making the room look fun rather than nice. Kelce grabbed a few large paint brushes, the four of you leaving before you could get distracted by anything that you didnt need. Topper decided to get right to work, spilling some paint on the floor as he dragged the brush along the wall, creating bright stripes.

“I have an artistic vision! Trust the process!”He exclaimed, feeling your judgemental eyes on him. You didnt say anything, watching Kelce struggle to connect his phone to your speaker, playing the first song on his playlist.

Line without a hook. Topper looked over at you, almost like he was silently asking you if you had told the boys about his top secret playlist. You shrugged, not wanting to give anything away to the others.

“Oh my god, I love this song.”Rafe dunked his brush in the light blue, making a smiley face on the wall. “Can I paint an onion?”He asked. You raised your eyebrows, not understanding why he wanted to put an onion on the wall.

“Ogres are like onions! We have layers!”Kelce laughed. “Who is we? Are you an ogre, Kelce?”Topper asked, not taking his eyes off of the bright stripes, painting a circle on the top. “Topper Harry Katherine Thornton, are you painting a penis on my wall?”You asked, connecting the dots.

He grinned, ignoring you. “Of course not.”He replied, painting frantically so that you couldnt stop him, green drops rolling down the wall. You picked up your paint brush, painting two circles quicklly before pushing the brush into the center of each, laughing to yourself.

“Guys, really?”Rafe asked. “Cant we make the wall wholesome?”He asked. You shook your head, a smile on your face. “Says you of all people, Rafe.”You shook your head. “She got you there.”Topper replied, dragging the brush across the painting and blending it out so there was no longer a penis on your wall.

“What are you doing now?”You asked, wanting to one up him. “What are you doing now?” He mocked you. Somehow you ended up splashing Topper with paint and getting tackled into the mattress as he held the paintbrush over you, trying to get the bright green liquid on your face while you held his arm back.

“Im gonna murder you!”You laughed, rolling over under him so your face was against the mattress. “Im gonna paint your hair!”He laughed, holding the brush just above it. “Topper, dont mess with her hair.”Kelce took the brush away.

Topper groaned, falling next to you on the mattress. His eyes were closed, the sun from the window casting a beautiful glow over his face, a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. You pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, your arm resting on his torso.

It didnt take long for painting to be forgotten, a few cheap bristles sticking to the wall with messes of colorful lines and unfilled shapes. The song changed, followed by a loud gasp from Rafe. “This is my favorite song!”He smiled, hitting his knees with his fists repeatedly.

He didnt know what about it made him so happy, whenever he heard it it reminded him of you guys. “You know what we should do?”Topper asked. “No.”Kelce replied while Rafe rewinded the song to listen to his favorite part again.

“We should make soup. Like, spicy soup with potatoes.”He replied, mouth watering. “We could just order soup.”Kelce replied, not in the mood to go downstairs and hunt for ingredients. “Order soup from where?”Topper asked. Kelce simply shrugged, shifting around and putting his arms under his body.

That had been a week ago. Since then a lot had happened. You guys had developed a system, Kelce could do his laundry on Saturdays, Rafe on Mondays and Topper’s just got mixed in with yours.

It was a love and hate relationship to have them there with you. You didnt regret your decision but sometimes things would get difficult. Grocery shopping was the worst since nobody could decide what they wanted and you had all agreed not to eat out as much.

“We need an actual meal, we cant just eat chips for everything.”Topper would grumble, realising he didnt even really know how to cook. That just lead to late flights of searching for recipes o pinterest and watching Gordon Ramsey tiktoks until they decided to try and make bake and shake chicken. That didnt really work out well, having to open all of your windows and get the smoke out of your house.

Then you guys decided to take a new approach, finding a ton of frozen pizzas and ingredients for sushi. Kelce was the only one who had any idea of what he was doing since he had always been talented in the kitchen, specifically with breakfast. That became more of a safe meal for you guys, making extra food in the morning to eat later for dinner until you got sick of toast, eggs and bacon.

Kelce ended up banishing you all to the pool so that he could decorate properly, vines hanging from the door ways and landscape tapestries hanging in your living room, hallway and your mother’s old bedroom. “How long do you think he’s gonna be?”You asked, floating on your back in the shallow end, letting out a yelp when Topper grabbed you and dragged you to the deep end.

“I dont know, probably like three days.”He replied, finally letting go once you were in the middle of the pool. “We could survive three days in the pool.”You replied, watching Rafe shake his head. “With my allergy to the sun?”He asked, making you turn over, going underwater for a moment. “You dont even sunburn.”You told him, splashing water in his direction before swimming away quickly so that he couldnt get back at you.

Kelce kept getting calls from his parents that were asking him to come home but he never did. They knew where he was, if they wanted him back so badly they’d drive over and take him away. “Guys, i’ve finished my creation.”Kelce announced, coming outside. “So we can come in now?”Topper asked, gripping the ledge of the pool and pulling himself out, falling onto his stomach as he struggled to get up.

“Yes, you can come in now! Hurry!”Kelce yelled excitedly before going back inside, waiting impatiently for you guys to hurry. Rafe helped you out of the pool, tossing you your towel so that you wouldnt trail water through your house. “Guys! Come on!”Kelce shouted again, the three of you walking across the hot pavement quickly.

“I’ll clean up the water after- just come see what I did!”He said again. You rolled your eyes, walking into the house. Goosebumps formed on y0our skin from the cool air, eyes widening as you looked at the kitchen. He had bought a plaid tablecloth for the table, vines hanging from the ceiling and doorways, a tie dye tapestry hanging in your living room. It looked like he had taken the time to wipe down every surface and vacuum any mess of broken spaghetti or eggshells that had been kicked under the fridge.

“Do you like it?”He asked, unable to read your shocked expression. “Kelce, im gonna be honest with you. I feel like im in pixie hollow right now.”You grinned, making him smile. “I think thats a good thing- but upstairs is better!’He exclaimed before making his way up the stairs. He was right.

There were marble heart shaped tiles hanging on the walls of the hall, a sign on the new hangout spot that was made out of drift wood. He opened the door, revealing bean bag chairs on the floor, a new carpet, a light yellow canopy hanging over the bed that had all new sheets and blankets on it as well.

He had even somehow managed to fix the paint on the wall so that there were different colored polka dots all over it. The boys seemed equally impressed, still taking it in. You hugged Kelce, not even caring that you’d get his clothes wet. “So I did good?” He asked, hugging you back. “You always do good.”You replied, feeling him hug you tighter.

“So you’re happy?”He asked, letting out a small sigh when you nodded. “I am happy, Kelce.”you replied, kissing him lightly. He smiled against you, taking in a deep breath. “I found a new recipe for fancy grilled cheese.”He told you, kissing your forehead. This was something that you loved about having them live with you.

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refinedbuffoonery · 4 years ago

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Quarantine Moments (5.5)

By popular request, here’s QM #5 from Mac’s POV. This idiot is pining so hard and he doesn’t even realize it.

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Mac watches the sun set behind them in his truck’s side mirror as Riley drives, the sky shifting from blue, to pink, then orange, then a dark burning gold, before fading to inky black. In front of them, the rising moon is barely more than a glowing sliver in the sky, and once they leave SoCal’s sprawling metropolis behind, the vast desert darkness swallows the beams of the truck’s headlights.

Riley rolls her window down, letting the warm night air tug wisps of hair from her messy bun, and Mac can’t help but watch the way she smiles softly and breathes deeply, completely at peace. He rolls down his own window, and the wind ruffles his hair like a lover’s playful fingers.

Mac is surprised when Riley parks in the empty campground. He assumed other people would have the same idea, but but as far as he can see, the area is devoid of human life.

Mac turns his gaze to the glittering sea above. His eyes land on Vega and Arcturus—two of the brightest stars in the sky—before trailing the Milky Way to find Sagittarius along the southern horizon.

Riley’s soft gasp draws his attention back to earth. Her lips part as she smiles, awestruck, and the stars are reflected in her big, dark eyes, almost as if she’s robbing them of their light. Thankfully Riley doesn’t notice his staring, because Mac can’t bring himself to look away.

He should. He knows he should. But, for some reason, he can’t.

Mac is still looking, minutes later, when Bozer yells at him to help make their bed.

It’s not until he’s lying beside Bozer on the mass of pillows and blankets that Mac realizes how small his truck bed really is. In his mind, they all fit perfectly, but in reality, it’s only wide enough for two grown adults, not three. Mac and Bozer scoot to the sides to give Riley as much space as possible, but their shoulders will be overlapping no matter what.

Riley’s arm brushes Mac’s as she squeezes her slim frame into the space in the middle, her warmth soaking into his skin. Mac likes her this close, likes her steady, reassuring presence at his side. They used to gravitate toward each other more, before he got back together with Desi, and Mac will never admit it aloud, but he misses the closeness he once had with Riley.

Quarantining with her, there were moments that felt like their old selves—the people they were back when Jack was still around and their biggest problem was Mac and Riley’s respective daddy issues—but then there would be a long, awkward pause in conversation or Desi would come up, and then that weird gap between them would be right back, wide as ever.

Mac isn’t sure how it even got there in the first place.

He tries to forget about it, distracting himself by searching for constellations while he waits for the first meteor to appear. Finally, one does, zipping across the horizon in the blink of an eye.

“Did you see that?” Bozer squeals.

Riley laughs softly. “Yeah, but I have no idea where it came from, or where I should be looking.”

Mac opens his mouth to explain, but Bozer beats him to it. “For starters, don’t look straight up. Look near the horizon. As Perseus gets higher in the sky during the night, the meteors will appear to come from higher up too.”

“Thanks.”

They watch the sky in peaceful silence.

Eventually, Bozer gets up to pee, and while he’s gone, Riley nudges Mac with her knee. “You’ve been quiet,” she says.

How is he supposed to say that even though their shoulders are literally touching right now, that even though they’ve been locked in his house together for months, he’s never felt farther away from her? That there’s this ever-widening chasm between them that he doesn’t know how to bridge?

Mac doesn’t look at her as he speaks, his eyes finding Vega overhead. “Ancient Chinese astronomers believed Vega and Altair were lovers, forever kept apart by the Milky Way.” He points with two fingers, one toward each star. “Vega is one of the brightest stars in the sky. It’s in the constellation Lyra, which just looks like a parallelogram. And over there is Altair, which is part of Aquila, the eagle.”

Riley doesn’t say anything. Mac glances at her in his peripheral vision. She’s squinting slightly, the way she always does when she’s focusing on something. She must not be able to find the stars, he reasons. Mac doesn’t think before sliding an arm beneath Riley’s shoulders and pulling her closer so that her head rests on his shoulder. His arm brushes her cheek as he points again.

It’s odd being this close to Riley without catching lingering traces of her perfume—a warm, dark scent he can’t pinpoint but likes anyway. She hasn’t worn it since quarantine started, and Mac is starting to miss it.

“I see it,” she breathes. Mac lets his arm drape across Riley’s body.

She tenses, but she doesn’t try to extricate herself from his side. Part of Mac knows he probably shouldn’t be holding her like this. A bigger part doesn’t care. Riley is his best friend goddammit, and he can cuddle her if he wants to. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

“Show me something else,” Riley says softly.

Mac takes a slightly unsteady breath before pointing in a different direction. “Over there are Sagittarius, which looks like a teapot, and Scorpius, which looks like a hook or the letter ‘J.’ Between them is the supermassive black hole that exists in the middle of the galaxy. All of the matter in the Milky Way orbits around it.”

Black holes are easy. Black holes make sense. But Riley...Riley doesn’t.

Especially when the moment passes, and she turns her head away to holler at Bozer. “You good, man?”

Bozer yells back from the other side of the truck. “Yeah! Got a little performance anxiety from this creepy bug staring at me.”

Mac imagines Bozer having a staring contest with some random desert bug sitting on the hood of the truck and bursts out laughing. His arm inadvertently tightens around Riley, and the wicked gleam in her eye when she looks up at him makes the moment even funnier.

He feels it again, that gravitational pull toward her. He’s tempted to let it drag him closer, but he’s afraid of what it might mean if he does.

Riley squirms when Bozer climbs back into the truck, and Mac hesitates before letting her go.

The three of them lay together for hours, just looking up at the stars, until Bozer initiates a chain reaction of yawns. “Mac,” Bozer says. “Did you set the alarm?”

Patting the pillow above Riley’s head, he answers, “Yeah. My phone is right here.”

Riley twists to look at him in horror. “Alarm?”

Mac explains, “The meteor shower’s peak is between three and four am. So unless you’d rather stay up all night...” Riley groans, pulling up a blanket and rolling onto her side. Chuckling at her dramatics, Mac grabs a blanket for himself and watches the stars until he falls asleep.

The volume of his alarm is set far too loud for the phone only being inches from his ear, and Mac winces as he’s forced into consciousness. Beside him, Riley growls, “Turn it off.”

He’s lying on his side with an arm around Riley’s waist, holding her in the curve of his body, but it doesn’t feel weird or awkward. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the way Riley fit against him. Mac accidentally bumps her face as he silences the alarm, and he mumbles, “Sorry.” There’s no room to move away from her, so Mac just brushes Riley’s hair out of his face and puts his arm back around her. “I hit snooze. You have five minutes.”

She sighs, absentmindedly brushing her thumb over his hand, and warmth spreads through Mac’s body that has nothing to do with the fact that it’s still nearly eighty degrees outside, even in the middle of the night. He lets himself snuggle closer. If he could live in the calm safety of this moment forever, Mac would.

But he doesn’t hold Riley for long before feeling like he’s about to explode. Mac rubs her shoulder. “Riles, move. I have to pee.”

Riley groans again, but then her hips press into his as she pushes Bozer away, and Mac scrambles to get up before anything awkward happens.

“I’m awake,” Bozer slurs.

“Sure you are.”

He’s back by the time the alarm goes off again, and Mac can hear the soft popping of Riley’s joints as she sits up and stretches. The meteors are more frequent now, nearly two a minute. Most are quick, bright flashes, but a few are slower, gracefully crossing the sky before burning up.

“Riley stop blocking the view,” Bozer says, kicking her in the back. Riley flops back down.

A massive, glowing meteor arcs across the sky in slow motion, lingering for a few seconds before winking out of existence. “Wow,” Riley whispers, smiling.

Wow is an understatement. Mac would’ve driven all the way out here for that meteor alone.

Mac keeps his eyes trained on the heavens until the sky lightens and the first rays of sunlight stretch across the desert. The air seems to hum, the way it always does in announcement of the scorching summer sun.

When they pile into the truck, Mac blasts the air conditioner. He’s already sweating, even though it’s barely six am. As he drives out of the campground and toward the highway, Bozer rattles off suggestions for where to stop for breakfast burritos on the way home.

Apparently content to let Bozer decide, Riley demands, “Wake me up when you have my burrito. Goodnight.” Mac glances at her in the rearview mirror and smiles; she’s sprawled across the pillows and blankets, already fast asleep.

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det-loki · 5 years ago

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poison & wine part four

And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her

But what happens when karma turns right around to bite you?

warnings: angst, cursing

pairing: detective loki x fem reader

word count: 3,000

A/N: I don't know why I struggled with this chapter so much but I did. I finally got it to a place that makes me happy though. Again, feedback is welcomed. Enjoy! 💕

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You woke up feeling like death. Your brain was pounding against your skull, eyes sore, body aching, screaming for you to rest. You had no time to rest though. You sprawl your arm, reaching to the opposite side of the bed to hopefully find Loki but to no surprise, it was already vacant and cold. You rolled over to the bedside table, glancing at the clock, 5:46 A.M. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

You stumbled blindly into the kitchen, your feet still heavy with sleep. Every step you took, your body screamed at you to lay back down, stars floating across your vision. You found David sitting at the kitchen table in his work clothes, sitting in silence, rigid. As you walked closer, you took notice of what was in his hands. A photo album.

You almost collapsed on the spot, knees wanting to give out on you, your breath catching on your throat as you inhale sharply. Tears prick your eyes and your lip quivers as you step closer to David and the photo album.

Reaching David, you lay a shaking hand on his shoulder, not daring to peer at whatever photo he was looking at. You knew which photo album it was, the bright pink making your brain foggy, the album stood out like a sore thumb in the minimal gray of the kitchen. You knew if you saw any of the pictures you wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a month. David jumps slightly at your touch, snapping the album closed, a hand coming up to wipe away tears that had fallen down his face.

You moved from standing behind him to sit next to him, your hands finding each other as you sat down in the wooden chair, your body sighing in relief at the position.

"What are you doing, Loke?" Your voice came out as a rasp, crackling and chipping, sounding like sandpaper, disturbing the silence in the kitchen. Your voice sounded as broken as you felt.

"I needed to see her. Remember what we're fighting for. I-I was starting to lose her, her- I was starting to forget what she looked like. What kind of father is that, huh? What kind of father does that make me?" Loki's voice was rough with emotion, each word was a knife through your heart. He was the best father to your little girl, she had him wrapped around her finger since the day she was born. He was soft and tender with her, terrified of breaking her. After finding out you were pregnant, Loki went on a spiral of how he couldn't be a father, he didn’t know how. His childhood was nowhere near ideal, in and out of foster homes and juvenile detentions, his parents a figment of his imagination. He said he couldn’t be good and decent, claiming he was broken and corrupt. The first ultrasound appointment snapped him out of it, tears welled up in his eyes as the sound of your baby's heartbeat filled the room, his hand intertwined tightly with yours. There wasn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for her, the line didn’t exist. You knew somewhere in that photo album there was a picture of him with a pink crown on his head as your little girl was in his arms laughing. The memory caused a fresh wave of pain to hit you.

"That makes you a grieving father who is in pain, Loki. Don't- please don't do this to yourself. She wouldn't want that for you. Or for either of us." The last thing you wanted was for David to fall down the spiraling hole of self-hatred. You could barely keep your head above water and you didn’t want him to drown with you. He deserved better.

"I know. I know. I just miss her. So fucking much, Y/N." David’s voice broke, crackling like static on a radio.

"I know." There was nothing else to say, your brain was a jumbled mess, thoughts not making sense. You knew.

"I went to her grave last week. I wasn't planning on it, I just ended up there. I'm sorry for not telling you, but it felt like something I needed to do alone. And then this fucking case, it doesn't feel real, it can't be a coincidence. It's like the universe knew." His words didn’t upset you, if anything it made you happy, he hadn’t visited her in a long time, he just wasn’t ready and you didn’t want to force him. You visited her regularly, in hopes to apologize or make things right, you didn’t know. The fact that he went made your heart warm temporarily, the cold would creep back in again eventually.

"David, I'm not mad at you for visiting our daughter. I think that's good. I just- this case is eating us alive. We have to make it out of this alive, promise me we will." You needed to hear it, your ears, and heart desperate for a lifeline. Desperate for a life to come back to after this case ended. If it ever did.

“We will. I promise you we will.” David brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it, brushing over the small black ink of a snake on your middle finger. You hoped he was right.

Hours later, you sat at your desk reading over the autopsy report of the man found in the priest’s basement. Nothing. Your phone rang loudly in front of you. It was David. You pick it up, nestling it between your ear and shoulder as you reread the report.

“Hey, I’m out here at a house on Fairmount Circle, the house the RV was parked in front of. It’s only been on the market a couple of months. I’m gonna track the owners down, see if they know anything. You got any new info on that corpse we found in the priest’s basement?”

You sighed into the phone, “No DNA, dental or fingerprint matches.”

“Nothing.” David replied in a monotonous tone, sounding fine, a stark difference than he was this morning. He was compartmentalizing, a little too well. You hated it when he did that.

“Priest is sticking to the story, too.” You had gotten report from a fellow detective who took the case, informing you about the priest’s questioning.

Loki scoffed into the phone, frustrated, “All right.”

You look up from your computer to see David walk into the station, walking to his desk opposite from yours. He sat down and immediately started typing. A few minutes pass before he looks over, eyes finding your hunched form, “Come here.”

You rose from your desk, your vision exploding with stars as you made your way over, leaving over his shoulder to read whatever he had been looking at.

The headline read: “Conyers Boy Disappears” dated August 31st, 1987. Barry Milland, age seven when he went missing from his family home.

David spoke below you, “ Let’s go.” You already knew where you were going, to contact the mother of still missing Barry.

You stood in the living room of Mrs. Milland’s home, Loki next to you as she sat in a recliner in front of a TV playing an old home video of Barry. Your fingers dug into your thigh and Loki’s hand was clamped over his mouth, the universe was playing with you, the tape that was playing was mocking the both of you, teasing you for the fact that you have done the very same thing as she was doing now, clutching onto the last good memories.

“Same person who took him took those girls. I’m sure of it.” Mrs. Milland’s voice shook with age as she spoke, eyes never leaving the screen.

The tape temporarily faltered, screen going static before returning to normal, “Wearing out the tape, I guess. I watch it every day after breakfast. It’s the only video I have of him.” She sighs before continuing, “It was before your time. 26 years ago, August 19th. I took a nap in the afternoon, and when I woke up Barry was gone. No one could ever tell me what happened to him. He was playing in the front yard, just a few feet from where they sat that RV was parked.”

God, you wanted to scream. Playing in the front yard and then gone. You were familiar with the pain and shame in her voice, you felt the very same thing every single day.

She speaks again, ripping you away from your thoughts, “What do you think that means?”

Loki raised his eyebrows, shaking his head as he looked at the carpeted ground, “I’m more interested in what you think that means.”

She shook her head, eyes still trained on the screen, “I don’t think we’ll ever know. It’s just like Barry. No one took them. Nothing happened. They’re just gone.”

You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, fingers digging harder into the jean covered flesh of your thigh. Gone.

You and Loki sat in the car silently, digesting what you had been told by Mrs. Milland.

"Why are we doing this, David?" You weren’t referring to where you were, rather than what you were. How you got to this point in your life, why?

"What? Here?” David looked at you, confused.

"No. This. This job. This case. Is it to avenge her? Justice? Bring peace to other families like we couldn't have? I love my job, don't get me wrong, but I can't but help but question why is it this case? Why us?” You looked out the car window as you spoke, not catching David’s gaze.

"I don't know. I don't know, but we will get through this. I'm here, Y/N.” There was never a moment David wasn’t there for you, and vice-versa. You both knew each other better than you knew yourselves, able to take care of each other better than you could take care of yourself.

Loki’s phone buzzing in the cup holder made you jump, the bubble that had formed popping, David grabbing for the phone, reading whatever text he had been sent, “We might have something with the priest.”

You stood in the hallway, awaiting Detective Chemelinski to escort you to the priest’s interrogation room as David shifted his weight nervously. The fellow detective showed up, motioning for David to follow. Loki looked at you with mild panic in his eyes, silently pleading for you to follow. He didn’t want to face the priest alone. The memories would be too toxic for him to face without you. You nodded your head reassuringly, following David and Detective Chemelinski into the interrogation room Father Patrick Dunn was being held in.

Loki walked in first, you next, and Chemelinski last. You leaned against the wall as Loki greeted Dunn, “How you doin’, Father?”

“I’m...I’m- getting better.” Father Dunn avoided eye contact with everyone, eyes set on the table in front of him.

Loki sat across from him, “So Detective Chemelinski tells me that you have some specifics about the crime you claim that guy committed. The abductor.”

The priest nodded, “He was...waging a war against God.”

Loki chuckled, looking over at Chemelinski in disbelief and shaking his head, “Great. That’s great. I thought you said he had something specific.” Loki continued to shake his head, stammering at the other detective and gesturing in disbelief in front of him with his hands.

Detective Chemelinski looked at Father Dunn, “Tell him how he took the kids.” If it wasn’t for David wanting you in the room, you would have avoided the conversation, rather having the information relayed than point-blank. This was too raw, images of Loki in the boy’s home feeling like a white hot poker in your brain.

“He said...he took them in the daylight.” You swore you were going to pass out, your hands beginning to tremble at your sides. You wished you were stronger, able to do your job without feeling like you were going to die from the constant resurfacing of horrific memories of your little girl. Broad daylight. Screaming.

Why were you doing this?

The priest continued, “Sometimes...more than one child at a time.”

Loki rolled his eyes, “He said that?” The priest nodded. “-Did he say he was with anybody? He did it alone?”

“He...he said he had a family.”

Loki sighed, “That’s it?” The priest nodded again. Loki stood from the chair, shaking his head at Detective Chemelinski, “All right.” He walked to the door, tattooed hand on the handle, glaring at the detective, “Informative.” He walked out, leaving you to briefly apologize to Chemelinski before you ran to find David.

You found him in the locker room, sitting on the bench with his head in his hands.

You approached him slowly, “Hey, you okay?” It was a stupid question, of course he wasn’t okay. Neither of you were okay.

He looked up at you with tired eyes, “Yeah, I’m fine. I just needed a minute. The candlelight vigil is tonight if you wanna go.”

“I do. It’d be nice.” He nodded along with your words, you turned around and walked out of the room to give Loki sometime to himself. Sometimes silence could be healing, yet you didn’t think all of the silence in the world could heal these wounds.

You stood in front of the microwave watching your mug of coffee spin in circles. Coffee was now the main staple of your diet. It was late at the station, you and Loki being the only few still left. The temperature had dropped outside rapidly, leaving a chill in the air. Loki was outside turning the car on so it would be heating up as you poured coffee in a thermos.

You walked outside with thermos in hand, pulling your coat tighter as the wind bit through your coat. Loki was already inside the vehicle, waiting for you. You opened the passenger door, plopping down as the thermos sat at your feet.

“You sure you wanna go to this thing?” Loki asked gingerly.

“Yeah. Do you not?”

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. If you’re not up for it we can go home. I don’t want you to push yourself.” Loki spoke softly as not to disturb the ambiance inside the vehicle.

“I’m okay, David. I promise. It’ll be nice, show our respect, it’s not like we have to stay long.”

David nodded as he put the car in gear, pulling out of the police station parking lot.

Loki pulled up to the vigil, outside of the Dover’s home. A group of people had already gathered, lighting candles, placing flowers, and teddy bears.

You and David leaned against the car, watching in sorrow. You saw Franklin Birch double over, sobbing as his family held him. Your heart broke at the sight, you wished nothing more than to bring his daughter back unharmed. Each passing day caused unease to spread further and further in your body, day four setting a new record of turmoil.

Time passed as people started to leave, the group diminishing slightly. Beside you, Loki put on a stocking cap and rubbed his hands together for warmth. He still refused to wear gloves. He abruptly pushed himself off the car, walking closer to the vigil, obviously taking notice of something you didn’t. You walked next to him slowly, unsure of what exactly he was doing. Then you saw it, a man crouched down with his coat hood up, stroking a teddy bear that had been placed, his gloved hand gliding over it in a manner that made you uncomfortable. He looked up, locking eyes with Loki, and then stood up stiffly, Loki’s eyes following every move. The man glanced at you and then turned away. Loki walked closer, trying to trail him as the man continued walking away. You had an inkling that he was going to run, so you turned around towards the car as Loki made his way through the crowd.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw David take off in a dead sprint. Fuck.

You opened the driver’s side door of the car and sat down, grabbing the radio from the console.

“Dispatch, this is 13-43, we have a police pursuit on foot, 13-40 is responding. ”

The radio crackled to life, “10-4 detective, we have patrol rolling your way.”

“10-4” You sat the radio down, now all you had to do was wait for Loki to either come back or for him to call you to come get him.

30 minutes later, Loki came into view, slightly limping. He walked up to the car as you got out of the driver’s seat, “You should have stretched.”

Loki shrugged past you, “Yeah, fuck off. Now get out of my spot.”

You chuckled slightly as you walked around the car and pulled the door open and sat in your designated spot. Loki grabbed for the radio with his non-dominant hand, “Dispatch, this is 13-40. Pursuit has ended, the offender fled. Put a BOLO out, description will be given by an officer.”

Loki sighed heavily as he put the radio down, hand coming up to rub his right shoulder, “What happened, David?”

“The fucker jumped on me from a tree. I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes, Loki could be mauled by a bear and thrown into the ocean and he would still say he was fine. He was even more stubborn than you.

You got home that night at 2 A.M., going to the station after the vigil for David to write up a media release on the guy that ran and to give a description. You tried to get David to let you look at his shoulder but he refused, claiming he was fine, even when moving it he winced slightly.

That night you slept restlessly, dreams of hospitals and antiseptic haunting you. Making you question everything.

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ppaperheartss · 5 years ago

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Something Else

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2K

Summary: A midnight journey for ice cream goes very wrong for the reader.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! This is just a quick little one-shot that i wrote in about two hours, so it’s not perfect! All comments and feedback are appreciated!!

The first thought you had looking at the wreck in front of you was Stark is going to kill me.

It started out as an innocent ride to the store in one of Tony’s fancy, sleek black cars and turned into a high speed car chase against a HYDRA agent. One that you lost and left you bleeding, standing at the bottom of a cliff staring at the blaze in front of you.

Honestly, you blame Parker for eating the last of your ice cream when he knows you have to drive an hour to get it from a specific store. But you just couldn’t get mad at his innocent face that still had remnants of your rocky road on it. So you left the compound in a haste to get a carton before the store closed, dressed in a SHIELD hoodie and sweats.

The roads were quiet at the late hour, and the shop was nearly empty as it was getting ready to close. As you handed over your cash to the cashier a figure lingering around the outskirts of the parking lot dressed in all black caught your eye, your SHIELD training always keeping you alert. It wasn’t until he turned and a passing car’s headlights illuminated his face that you saw the white scar trailing down the left side of his face, and your hand flew to your pocket for a gun. But your pocket was empty, because who brings their gun to get ice cream? Not you. But you couldn’t let him get away.

It had been a while since you were last on a mission due to an injury, so you were glad to be put on one that seemed easy with Bucky. You two had worked well together ever since your first mission when you joined the Avengers. Bucky was only recently put back onto the field, and your first mission was to work alongside him to get data from an abandoned HYDRA facility. You guarded the door as he retrieved the data from an old computer. Someone must have been alerted that you were in the building because it wasn’t long until swarms of agents filled the old building. You fought them off, buying Bucky time before he successfully got everything you came for. Bucky was surprised at the amount of agents that lay on the floor - it was safe to say he had underestimated you - and after that he had a newfound respect for the new agent.

Your most recent mission had been successful, but one agent had gotten away. Bucky had seen him though and was able to describe to you what he looked like - tall, muscular, and a white scar on his left eye and cheek. The other Avengers had been alerted of this rogue agent, but after a few weeks of searching security cameras and cell phone towers there was no trace of him. And now here he was, in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere in the early morning.

Moving quickly, you grab your ice cream and leave to get to your car, trying not to get noticed by him. If you’re lucky enough he’ll just think you’re a civilian. If you just get your phone to call for backup . . .

As you climb into the car, you lose sight of him. Cursing, you turn on your headlights as you desperately reach around for a gun on your phone - whatever you find first. Finally you grab a gun from under the dashboard, and not a moment too soon as a sound of bullets is fired at the front windscreen. The bulletproof glass prevents any from coming into the car, but you could already see the cracks racing across the now damaged glass.

“Friday!” You yell, suddenly remembering the AI that Tony installed in all of the cars. “Call Bucky and send him my coordinates!”

“Of course, Miss Y/L/N.” The AI replied.

Looking up, you see a black van parked a few metres in front of you with one of the two back doors open to show a man pointing a gun straight at you. The all-too familiar emblem of HYDRA stares back at you from his uniform. The agent must have moved to another base with more agents, and they must have been following you because this was far too coincidental.

You aim the gun as your foot slams down on the accelerator, shooting back at them through the glass. You dust off the glass that shatters onto your body. The car in front of you jerks forward when you make contact with it, before speeding out of the parking lot and diverging onto the freeway. The agent didn’t stop his assault of bullets over your car.

Swerving to the right, you watch as the passenger seat beside you is littered with bullet holes. Your handgun was no match to whatever gun they had, and you didn’t know how long the glass in front of you would last.

“Come on, Bucky,” you mutter under your breath as you fire a few more bullets, now aiming for the tyres to slow them down. “Hurry up.”

Admitting defeat wasn’t something that you did easily, but you knew there was no way you were going to win this single-handedly. But nonetheless you had to catch these guys and would stop at no ends to do so.

Luckily for you the roads were deserted, so there was going to be no civilian casualties that you’d have to worry about. But as you distracted yourself thinking of how you were going to capture these guys once you had stopped their van, you failed to notice one agent jumping out of the van holding something that looked similar to a grenade launcher.

Cursing, you swerve your car to try and escape impact. He launches it and the grenade lands on the back of the car, causing it to immediately engulf in flames. You struggle to get your car door open from the momentum of the car spinning. The last thing you see before your car flies over the edge is the sickening grin of the agent watching you fall to your demise.

You don’t know how long you’ve been unconscious when your eyes open again. It takes a few moments to adjust to the rush of blood to your head when you realise you’re upside down. Luckily for you you had your seatbelt on so you were still awkwardly sitting in your chair.

After you unbuckle it and smash the window, you climb out of the car. You didn’t know where exactly you were injured, but your body was aching everywhere and blood was trickling down the side of your head. As you try to stand you a sharp pain shoots up your leg, causing you to hold onto a tree for support. The sight of your foot facing the wrong way brings bile up your throat, but you force it down. How were you going to get out of here?

Looking up, the cliff you fell off of must have been at least 50 metres tall. You just had to hope that Bucky was actually coming for you and you wouldn’t wither away to nothing. Or the car would explode and kill you in seconds. The thought of that made you shuffle away the best you could from it.

Slowly you moved to be sitting at the base of a tree, the adrenaline finally leaving your system and forcing you to push through the pain. You sigh as you lean your head back, your half slitted eyes watching the puffs of breath that leave your now cracked lips. You didn't realise how cold it was, and decided to tuck your arms into your hoodie to try and keep warm. Someone will be coming for you. Maybe you could just rest your eyes for five minutes . . .

“Y/N. Y/N. Goddammit, answer me Y/N. Where are you? Speak to me.”

Your eyes slowly peeled open, grimacing at the sunlight beaming over your face. The sun was beginning the rise, and the fire that had previously engulfed the car had turned into a small kindling. Your body was shivering and you almost fell back into the peaceful sleep before a static voice broke through the early morning birdsong.

“Y/N, speak to me.”

Bucky.

He did come for you. Of course he did. He promised he would always save you. But when you looked around he wasn’t there.

It took you a few moments to realise he was speaking to you through the car. Huh. That AI must be good for something after all.

You attempted to call out to him, but your voice was hoarse and quiet. You were in no state to walk to the car, so you swallowed in an attempt to clear your voice.

“Come on, I know you’re there. We can’t find you until you tell us where you are.” He sounded distressed, and tired. He must have been looking all night for you. The thought of Bucky searching hopelessly for you made your chest hurt - or maybe you hand broken a rib and punctured your lung. He had always had a soft spot for you, even if he didn’t want to admit it. And he cares so deeply about all of the members of the team. He hates seeing anyone injured or pse and does little things to cheer them up, and he never asks for any praise. That’s what you like about him - he’s a good samaritan.

“Bucky, I’m here.” Your voice sounded like you had been clubbing all night, and honestly right now you’d choose a killer hangover over a broken foot anyday.

“Y/N, oh my God. What happened to you? Where are you?” His voice was cracking and freezing, and you knew you didn’t have long until the car would eventually shut down. Or maybe he had been crying. You hoped that it wasn’t the latter

“I fell over the cliff. Northside, I think. You should be able to see the car.”

It was quiet for a while, and it wasn’t until you heard his voice again that you released a breath that you didn’t realise you were holding in.

“I see you. We’re coming down. Don’t move.”

You chuckled lowly, wiping some fresh blood from the corner of your mouth. “I don’t plan on it.”

How he got down to you you don't know, but you were just so glad to see him standing there in his tactical suit. His eyebrows were laced together in concern and he wore a scowl, but you could see the relief in his eyes. You flashed him a smile in return, holding onto him as you stumbled when you tried to stand.

“Can you walk on it?” he asked, wrapping your arm over his shoulder. His free hand gestured down to your obviously injured foot. You shook your head no in response. He supported you as you walked, though you wouldn’t exactly count it as walking. More like dragging.

“What happened?” he questioned. You looked up at him to see his steel blue eyes staring back at yours; he looked upset.

“Found the suspect. Chased after him, but he had backup. I hope I got a few good shots in, though.” It was painful to smile with your dry lips, but you manage to regardless.

“The one from the facility a few weeks ago?”

“Mmhmm,” you answered. “Couldn’t let him get away, I know how upset you were that we didn’t catch him.” He helped you onto the quinjet that was waiting for you, sitting you down on the makeshift medical bed.

He chuckled softly, helping you lift your leg up. “You didn’t have to go after him alone. You could have waited for me.”

You smile back at him, ignoring the pain in your leg as an IV is hooked into your arm. The medicine slowly began to kick in and you finally got to relax. Bucky took a seat beside you, his elbows resting on his knees.

“I was worried sick. I thought you were dead, or had been kidnapped. What were you even doing out here at that time?”

“I wanted ice cream.” you answered quietly. He laughed at that, throwing his head back and sitting up straight. You smile at his laugh. He never laughed often, but you always managed to make him do it.

“You’re something else, doll.” You smile in response. You were starting to feel drowsy as the pain medication slowly seeped into your veins.

“Please don’t tell Tony about his car. I can’t afford to buy him a new one.” you mumble sleepily, and Bucky can’t help but grin at your almost childish state.

“I won’t tell a soul.” he promises. You nod, as if satisfied with his answer.

“Get some rest, doll. I’ll be right here.” Bucky says softly. You mumble a thank you, rolling your head to the side as you quickly fall asleep.

Bucky watches fondly, his hand resting on your knee and drawing small circles with his thumb. He had a ghost of a smile on his face for the rest of the journey home. Honestly, the second FRIDAY alerted him that you had sent him a message his stomach dropped. He knew instantly that something was wrong. He hadn't even told anyone he was leaving to find you for whatever reason at the coordinates, and it wasn’t until Steve had gotten alerted that one of the quinjets had been taken did he tell him. But now you were safe.

However, you had gotten injured for Bucky. And that hurt him. He would normally feel guilty, but seeing you safe comforted his conscience. You wouldn’t want him to be upset, and he wanted to be there to support you when you woke up.

Leaning back, he relaxes in his chair. It’s not long before the calming steadiness of your breathing and the heat of your leg under his metal hand lulls him into a sleep.

God, you really are something else.

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Steven Universe/Mortal Kombat AU

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So yeah you aren't reading that wrong Mortal Kombat crossed over with Steven Universe. An idea made after an incredibly long night of Playing MK11 with friends while also talking about Steven Universe. Funny how you can just say something totally random like "What if MK crossed with SU" and before you know it your on discord talking the concept over with your writing pals figuring out how this can work out exactly. And we came up with this.

Taking place after MK3 with the Crystal Gems also involved with the battles. Shao Khan is dead, most of the heroes are alive and thriving, and the forces of evil have scattered across the realms. With this peace the Kombatants were able to start families, a new generation. And they are about to be put to the test as a call goes out to the best of the young fighters across the realm to come to the ruins of Shang Tsung's Island for a New Mortal Kombat. Are they truly ready for KOMBAT!

Synopsis: MORTAL KOMBAT. A tournament held every 500 years pitting realms against one another for supreme dominance. If a realm can trump another 10 times undefeated they earn the right to merge the realms. Earthrealm was nearly merged with the nightmarish outworld and put under the boot of the tyrant Shao Khan if not for the intervention of a new generation of Earthrealm warriors, though not all were from Earth. A group known as the Crystal Gems who have lived on the planet amongst the humans helped in the battle. With their aid they were able to win the 10th tournament and save Earthrealm.

But that was not the end. Shao Khan, not accepting defeat, tried twice to bend the rules of the tournament. The third being a full on invasion of Earth that ended with his final defeat and his forces being scattered across the realms. Peace was restored and the Kombatants were able to find their own happiness and love. The Peace lasted years but not forever, a new tournament had begun this time calling out to the developing next generation upon the ruins of Shang Tsung's Island. These Young Kombatants now face off to determine who is the champion of the new age, but what dark forces are behind these battles. Things may not be fatal, but they will be BRUTAL!

Characters:

Steven Universe (14)- Son of the previous Mortal Kombat champion Rose Quartz and a travelling musician named Greg. A peaceful soul enjoying the quiet life with the Crystal gems on Beach city. But even a peaceful soul is ready for battle learning the art of Kombat at a young age from the Crystal gems and the hero Liu Kang. His style is unrefined and heart not always in battle, but he shows great promise and the heart of a hero.

Twin Dragon Kick: Steven launches himself forward landing a kick followed by another kick sending the opponent back

Bubble throw: Steven throws one of hs bubbles which explodes on impact knocking them down. Can be shot High, Low, and in the air

Rose Counter: Steven summons his shield and if attacked will knock the opponent back

Bicycle Kick: Steven launches himself forward with a flurry of kicks to his opponent knocking them down

Crystal Stance: Steven takes a ready stance and prepares a counterattack for when his opponent strikes. A low sweep knocking them down, a straight punch knocking them back, and a high kick launching them.

Brutality 1- Shaolin Soccer: Steven Summons a bubble and proceeds to kick it at his opponent doing damage as it bounces off. Steven does this four times, the fourth hit sending them to their back. Steven then leaps in the air kicking it down onto their face smashing them into the ground as it pops

Brutality 2- Rose Doll: Steven forms a bubble around the lower body of his opponent making them unable to move. Steven then attacks them bounce them back and forth like they were a training dummy. After 6 hits Steven forms a bubble around their hand with a final blow to the face sending them flying back KO’d.

Friendship: Steven pulls out his ukulele and plays the Mortal Kombat theme his opponent clapping for him as he bows.

Cassie Cage (14)- The daughter of Johnny Cage and Sonya Blade. Ever since she had the ability to kick Cassie wanted to be like her parents real life action heroes. A young prodigy in Martial Arts and starting to develop similar skills to her father she shows great promise. Unfortunately she also has her fathers ego and thinks herself the main character of the world. While vain, she is never cruel and has a soft spot for her two friends Kung Jin and Steven.

Shadow Kick: Her fathers iconic move flying across the ground with a standing kick knocking her opponent back

Green Force Scatter: Unable to form a ball her energy will instead scatter about like thrown seeds damaging the opponent

Dirty Pass: She can’t do a split so she will instead slide on her knee and slam both fist into her opponents groin.

Flipkick: Using her green energy She performs a flip kick launching them in the air

Military Counter: Channelling her mother she takes a stance and if attacked will knock the opponent down and twist their leg

SFX Kick: Cassie sends out a green shadow copy performing the shadow kick, but it goes through them tricking them

Brutality 1- DING-DONG! WHAM-BAM! POW!: Cassie stretches herself out before running forward and doing her Dirty Pass, DING. She then immediately follows up with a straight to the crotch, DONG. She flips back to her feet ramming her knee between their legs, WHAM. She throws another punch to the crotch, BAM. As the opponent is doubled over in pain she hits them with an uppercut knocking them into the air and on their backs, POW!

Brutality 2- #BRUTALITY: Channeling her father Cassie hits her opponent with an uppercut sending them into the air. As they’re suspended Cassie pulls out her phone readying the camera. She then catches her opponent by the neck and takes a selfie with their unconscious body. We are then shown her social media and the various reactions from characters.

Friendship: Cassie pulls out her phone grabbing her opponent by the arm and pulling them in for a photo. Multiple photos are shown of her and her opponent doing various fun stuff across the Island. When the final photo is shown on it is written “TO MY BEST FRIEND, LOVE CASSIE”

Kung Jin(13)- The Nephew of the Kung Lao and descendant of the Great Kung Lao. Jin always admired his uncle Kung Lao and considered him a hero, quickly joining the academy and learning the ways of the Shaolin. Seeing his potential he was quickly brought to Beach City to train with the Crystal Gems and met Steven the two becoming quick friends. The straight man of the group Kung usually points the trio in the right direction with his Bo Staff/Bow.

Air Dive Kick: Kung Jin dives down from the air to kick his opponent and slams his bow on their head Arrow Shot: Kung Jin shoots his arrow knocking them down. Can be shot in multiple directions including the air

Cartwheel Drop: Kung Jin does a flip and lands an overhead kick to his opponent, knocking them down.

Special Shot: Kung Jin uses a special arrow of which he can switch from. Ice, Fire, Explosive, and Flash

Brutality 1- Shaolin Fury: Kung Jin channels his Kung Lao pulling out the Wushu fighting style. He rushes forward, breaking down his opponent with a flurry of blows, before resting their head on his knee and laying into their face with rapid blows until they are KO’d.

Brutality 2- Trick Shot: He rushes forward and swings his bo spreading his opponents legs. He then fires an arrow between their legs landing behind them and jabs them in the crotch. The cover only to be jabbed in the face falling back on the arrow which explodes sending them up. He fires a rope arrow around then and slams them to the ground.

Friendship: With a quick twirl of his Bo he tosses it into the air where it lands on two poles and becomes a limbo. He goes under easily gesturing for his opponent to try only for them to not make it the two having a laugh.

Rain(14)- A Royal of the new Edenia and a demigod, it’s easy to see how Rain thinks highly of himself. He demands respect when walking into a room and usually sees himself as above everyone else there. He has the skill to back up that talk with his impressive Martial Arts and Hydrokinesis. He joins the tournament to prove to all that he is the strongest. But under his hard exterior is something kind, perhaps even friendly. Just make sure you don’t bad mouth his mother or a storm will fall upon you.

Hydro Bubble: Rain throws a water bubble at his opponent that will trap them within it while bringing them towards him for a short distance unable to defend. Shocking Bolt: Rain raises his arm and summons a blue lightning bolt to strike his enemy. Super Roundhouse: Rain reverse roundhouses his opponent clear to the other side of the screen. Water Blast: Rain shoots a high-pressure stream of water at his adversary, forcing them back Evaporate: Rain strikes a pose and turns into an intangible body of water.

Brutality 1- Roundhouse to Infinity: Rain uses his Super roundhouse knocking the opponent to the other side of the screen where Rain kicks them again. He knocks them back and forth with his super kicks repeatedly without end.

Brutality 2- Waterworks: Rain summons a geyser of water knocking his opponent to the air. Then like a conductor for an orchestra he summons multiple streams knocking his opponent about before smashing them between two geysers and letting them fall

Friendship: Rain uses his powers to create a water slide which he and the opponent slide down on. The final shot being their picture being taken while on the ride

Absolute Zero (12)- The only daughter of Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei Kuai Liang. From a respected family of such high regard, young Xue Liang feels like she has the world on her shoulders and must be on her utmost behavior at all times. With a cool professional air around her she shows that she is here for business and nothing else. However she and Steven go way back and he knows that’s not the real her. Even with that she has learned from the best and has made her own spin with her cryomancy.

Ice Blast: Absolute sends a blast of ice directly towards the opponent to temporarily freeze them in place for a free hit.

Frosty Skate: Zero slides across the floor on ice skates and runs through the opponent if she comes in contact stunning them and getting behind them.

Ice Puddle: Zero shoots the ground with her ice blast, creating a puddle that the opponent will begin to slip around on if nearby

Ice Nugget: Zero shoots ice straight overhead which falls back down atop her opponent. He can shoot it close, mid way, or far away to freeze the opponent.

Tombstone Teleport: Zero's body becomes ice, falls backward into the ground, and reappears behind her opponent.

Brutality 1- Figure Beating: Zero freezes the ground into a make shift Ice skating rink where she skates circles around her opponent who tries to stay up. She then rushes in with a flury of attacks skating past the quickly and attacking before ending with a jumping spin kick KOing them and making them slide across the ice where she strikes a final pose.

Brutality 2- Snow Squall: Zero summons up an Ice wall behind her opponent. She then pulls down her mask and blows releasing blizzard like winds pressing them against the wall and freezing them to it. She then forms a snowball and throws it at them sending them through the wall

Friendship: Zero makes an Ice rink grabbing her opponents hand and doing a team Ice Skating routine ending with her lifting them and spinning.

Khameleon (14)- A member of the Saurian race of outworld and uninvited guest on the Island. Khameleon is a thief looking to make a quick buck and run using her natural Camouflage abilities. She however was quickly captured by the master of this tournament and offered a job to fight on their behalf for wealth, which she happily took. She has no malice towards the Earthrealmers, and simply sees what she is doing as a job. She only acts to help herself and if she is guilted into doing something.

Find Me: Khameleon surrounds herself with a haze and becomes invisible.

Yellow Surge: Khameleon shoots a yellow fireball at her opponent.

Blue Slide: Khameleon slides across the ground knocking her opponent into the air

Pink Counter: Khameleon takes a defensive stance and prepares 3 different counter attacks

Serpent's Mist: Khameleon spits with a cloud of green smoke before her that will float in place. If a opponent is inside they get damaged

Brutality 1- Peek a boo: Khameleon vanishes in a puff a smoke. The Opponent then gets attacked from all sides by an invisible enemy getting pummeled before getting knocked out. Khameleon reappears atop of them bowing.

Brutality 2- Poison Passion: Khameleon pulls down her mask grabbing her opponent’s head and spits her Serpent Mist into their eyes. They cover their eyes blinded unable to see swinging at nothing as Khameleon watched with a chuckle. She then jumps onto their shoulders and slams them head first into the ground.

Friendship: Khameleon turns invisible, only to appear behind her opponent with a present which they happily take. Suddenly something is thrown at Khameleons head from off screen making her run as a person chases after her, the thief having stolen the gift. The opponent watches as she is chased across the screen.

Tanya (14)- A Royal of new Edenia, seen as sweet and loving by all around her. But that is all a façade hiding her true darkness. Maliciousness courses through her veins as she enjoys breaking those weaker than her and asserting her superiority. But she has come to this Island for a reason, seeking something to help a dark master she serves. She will get her hands on it and no one will stop her, especially Steven Universe.

Human Cannon Drill: Tanya lunges forward, spinning in a cork-screw manner with her flaming feet leading towards her opponent.

Surging Blast: Tanya sends a blast of fire from her hand at her opponent.

Split Flip Kick: Tanya somersaults forwards with a flaming kick directed at her opponent

Sore Neck: Tanya leaps onto her foe's shoulders, wraps her thighs around their head & swings around them 90 degrees

Brutality 1- Whiplash: Tanya knees her opponent in the gut and slaps them across the face turning their back to her. She then handsprings onto their shoulders squeezing their face with her thighs. She then twists to the left really fast and then the right before flipping off and the opponent falls to the ground groaning.

Brutality 2- Paralysis Kiss: Tanya saunters up and kisses her opponent cheek. After a second they scream as their body stiffens and they fall over unable to move.

Friendship: Tanya summons up a surge blast shooting it to the ground. It is then shown that she has made a bonfire and she and her opponent roast marshmallow.

Kobra (15)- From the Harsh Streets of Empire City, Kobra knows brutality. Orphaned with no one to guide him he was brought into the Black dragon and taught the ways of Kombat to one day become a member. Taking their words to heart he is brutal and unrelenting, wanting nothing more than to be the best. This tournament gave him the chance to prove that he is worthy of the Black Dragon.

Windmill Kick: Kobra slides forward a bit and performs a devastating arching Axe Kick which causes the opponent to bounce off the ground

Burning Fist: Kobra dashes forward with his fist on fire extended forward, which knocks his opponents down.

Tele-Punch: Kobra disappears, leaving a trail of smoke behind, then reappears behind his opponent and punches them down.

Chi-Blast: Kobra gathers chi and releases a ball of flame forward from the palms of his hands.

Brutality 1- Beatdown: He knees his opponent twice between both knees, and high kicks them in a makeshift sending them into the air before it knocks them onto their backs unconscious.

Brutality 2- Burning Combo: He roars setting his fist ablaze and lays into his opponents face with a flury of blows. He then slams an uppercut into their gut followed by one to the chin than with an explosion he launches them into the air.

Friendship: Kobra throws down some cardboard and then proceeds to breakdance impressing the opponent as they clap and he does a final pose.

Nitara (15)- A member of the Moroi (Vampires) from outworld, she is the epitome of high society. She looks upon Mortals with pity seeing them as lesser beings and food as she was taught, knowing that one day her clan will rise and rule the realms. This Tournament has many strong fighters with delicious blood that will make her stronger and bring honor to her clan. Plus there are a few cute boys that she would love to tease and girls she would love to put in their place.

Unicorn Kick: Nitara flies forwards and kicks the opponent and flips over them.

Blood Spit: Nitara spits a ball of blood at the opponent.

Quick Escape: Nitara jumps away from the opponent with considerable distance

Bite: Grabbing her opponent she bites into their neck sucking their lifeforce and replenishing her own lightly

Brutality 1- Just a sip: She jumps onto her opponent before biting into their neck. They scream and flail getting weaker before falling over twitching as Nitara wipes her mouth.

Brutality 2- Night Flight: She gets behind her opponent, grabbing them in a full nelson, flying straight up and looping in the air before diving and slamming them into the ground their legs lightly kicking as they were half burried.

Friendship: Nitara grabs her opponent and takes off into the sky. They are then shown flying across blue skies laughing and having the time of their lives.

Ashrah(Secret fight, ???)- Her Origins are unknown, but there is more to her than appearances let on. More knowledgeable than her age lets on, she was not invited but seems to take a vested interest in this tournament. Very approachable and friendly she gives off a warm and welcoming aura that rivals Stevens, but underneath there is something more, something powerful. She wants to see what these fighters are capable of don’t disappoint her.

Light Blast: Ashrah shoots a ball of white energy towards the opponent that travels a very short distance but knocks them back.

Heavenly Light: Ashrah shoots a of white flash of light that will damage and stun her opponent

Spin Cycle: Ashrah spins in a circle, and if it connects, they will be launched high up in the air.

Nature's Torpedo: Ashrah flies towards the opponent while spinning, and if it connects, the opponent will be sent flying.

Brutality 1- Blinding Rage: Ashrah releases a torrent of light the blinds the opponent and turns the screen white Cracks, whacks, and bams are heard along with a x ray showing bones breaking. The screen returns to normal as Ashrah is shown over a defeated opponent and bows.

Brutality 2- Lightburn: Ashrah’s whole body turns into light. She then rushes past her opponent in a flash leaving her opponent sunburned. They scream in pain before falling to the ground twitching.

Friendship: Ashrah creates a ball of light tossing it into the air where is sparkles like a disco ball. She is then shown doing the Tango with her opponent music playing as the two do a final pose.

Blaze (Secret fight, ???)- A fire elemental who appeared out of nowhere on the Island. Aggressive and not very trusting he will assume the worst from any who find him and will attack. Though he appears to know and trust Ashrah, showing a strange connection between the two

Flame Ball: Blaze shoots a flaming projectile at his opponent.

Flame Uppercut: Blaze performs an uppercut on the opponent.

Flame Charge: Blaze charges at the opponent.

Flaming Teleport: Blaze teleports with a fire pit, rising on the other side, behind his opponent

Blazing Crack: Blaze hits/kicks the ground, sending a stream of fire that cracks the ground in its wake at his opponent.

Flamethrower: Shoots a torrent of flames that stuns the opponent as the put themselves out

Plume: He causes an eruption of flame from underneath his opponent that knocks them off their feet.

Brutality 1- Stomped out: Blaze roars out before shooting a plume of fire at his opponent. Their clothes are set on fire as they panic trying to put themselves out dropping to the ground and rolling. Blaze rushes in and repeatedly kicks and stomps them until they stop moving and the fire goes out.

Brutality 2- Eruption: Blaze yells creating a hole beneath his opponent which they get stuck in. He then chants and waves his hands about as the ground shakes before with a fiery explosion his opponent is sent into the air screaming

Friendship: Blaze creates a fireball before shooting it into the sky where it becomes fireworks. The opponent looks on is awe as Blaze shoots more fireworks into the sky illuminating the area.

Koran (Sub-Boss, 14)- The Princess of the Shokan and daughter of Queen Sheeva. Despite her strength she is a shy girl, unsure of herself and whether she is worthy of being a member of the mighty warrior race. She was approached by the master of this New Mortal Kombat to be her champion and fight for her, telling her that this will test her and show that she is a warrior. Eager to make her mother proud she joins forming a friendship with the mysterious master and serving as one final challenge for the Kombatants.

Fireball: Koran shoots four green fireballs from her arms.

Leaping Stomp: Goro jumps off the screen and lands butt first on the opponent with a yelp.

Shokan Pummel: Koran grabs the opponent in her bottom hands, then palms the opponents face with her upper hands, and either smashes them on the ground or flings them across the arena.

Tremor Pound: Koran jumps at the ground with all her arms making an earthquake which damages any ground bound opponent.

Brutality 1- Shokan Pretzel: Koran grabs her opponent by their four limbs and stretches them out making them scream in pain. She then twists them up into a ball before dropping them to the ground and placing a foot atop of them.

Brutality 2- Princess of Pain: Koran jabs her opponent in the gut with her lower hands and causes them to keel over. They leave themselves open for her to grab and hold them upside down. Before leaping high into the air and delivering a brutal piledriver that cracks the earth, the opponent's skull, and rattles their spine!

Friendship: Koran grabs her opponent and starts to juggle them with various other objects, making the two laugh as she does

Connie Tsung (Final Boss, 12)- The last plan of the Villainous Shang Tsung. Made from his flesh pits with his own DNA and the DNA of another, the blood of the sorcerer runs through her veins. Capable of using his magic as well as some of her own she has set up this tournament in hopes of getting enough powerful souls to help her enter Shang Tsung's Vault and gain access to the well of souls within, believing it will give her unfathomable power so that she may rule the realms one day. But is that what she really wants? She shows hesitancy in this mission and kindness towards others. Plus with the right words you can throw her off guard and she shows a lot of Awkwardness. But even with all that she is the final challenge able to mimic her opponents, cast spells, and while she can’t fully absorb a soul it will be enough to down anyone foolish enough to face her.

Flaming Skulls: Connie Tsung sends a fiery skull flying at her opponent. Can throw 3 in quick succession.

Flaming Skull Eruption: ConnieTsung summons her fiery skulls to burst out of the ground in a series of three, directed towards her.

Soul Steal: Connie Tsung steals a small portion of his opponent's life force adding it to her own.

Body Switch: Reading from a mystic scroll, Connie Tsung will switch places with her opponent.

Soul Strike: Connie sends out a soul double of one of the characters to attack using their signature move. They will also take a hit for her if they are in the way.

Soul Pawn: After taking enough hits Connie will jump out of the battle arena and create a Soul double of one of the fighters to fight for her instead. They will have all the moves they do but be slightly quicker to defeat than normal, Beating them will get connie back in the fight

Brutality 1- Soul Beatdown: Connie pulls out her scroll and reads from it summoning sould pawns of all the fighters. They all wail on the opponent before Connie comes in from above stomping down on their face into the ground. She wipes her shoe on their head before she and all the pawns bow.

Brutality 2- YOUR SOUL IS MINE: Connie says “Your soul is mine” before grabbing her opponent off the ground. Their souls goes into her as their flailing gets weaker and their body becomes grey. Connie then throws them to the ground breathing heavily as they squirm weakly.

Friendship: Connie folds her legs and floats in the air as she pulls out Unfamiliar Familiar. She then starts reading out loud her opponent sitting down as they listen soon being joined by the soul pawns who listen on intently.

Stages: All stages are connected and have transitions that can do damage to you opponent when hit through the correct side of the arena.

Island Gates/The Beach: Where your Journey starts. If you hit your opponent through the Island gates they will fall down the steps and crash on the sandy Beach. If you hit your opponent near the stage on the Beach they will be sent flying and crash through the Island gates

Courtyard/The Garden: Where a lot of the battles are supposed to take place. However getting hit out of the ring will send you into the Garden. And if you are hit into the Garden’s pond a monstrous plant will grab you, swing ya around and fling ya back into the arena.

The Pit: An iconic arena of Mortal Kombat, though time was not kind to it. Blood, guts and time have withered the once sharp edges into dull points. Being hit near the edge will send you falling, bouncing off the now dull points, softening your fall before you land on your face still alive but in a whole lotta pain.

Warrior Shrine/The Bathhouse: A monument to the Kombatants of Mortal Kombat 1. Being punched at the Goro Statue will send you flying over an edge and crashing into the bathhouse. Being uppercutted in the bathhouse will send you flying into a fountain that will rocket you back to the shrine.

Throne Room/Goro's Lair: The great hall where you meet the master of the tournament. Getting uppercutted in the center will send you crashing into a chandelier causing it to fall through the floor into Goro’s Lair. Being uppercutted in the Lair will send you through the ceiling back to the throne room.

The Vault Doors/The Well of Souls: The site of the final battle. Being kicked through the doors will send you to the Well of souls for the final battle.

Minigames: Throughout the arcade mode depending on the difficulty you will deal with 1, 2, 3, or 4 minigames for extra points.

Test Your Might: Face off against another opponent as you try to break through objects for points. Are you strong enough?

Test Your Strike: Face off against another opponent as you try to break a specific object without breaking what's around it. Knowing restraint is key here.

Test Your Sight: Face off against another opponent as Connie places a coin under a cup and uses her magic to shift them about. Can you find the coin? She will use anywhere to 3-7 cups.

Test Your Balance: Face off against another opponent as you both balance on a board while dodging objects thrown at you. First to fall loses.

Test Your Luck: Face off against another opponent as Connie selects 3-7 random spells from her scroll which will create stage hazards, buffs, and de-buffs. Are you feeling lucky today?

Cinematic Trailer:

We thought the Kombat was over

A stormy chinese Castle gate is shown rain pouring down as a figure walks up to the gate.

That the fighting could stop

A throne rooms dark interior is shown, shadowy footsteps heard through the halls

That no more blood had to be spilled

Lightning Crashes revealing Absolute Zero standing before the gate. Another Crash reveals rain standing before her the two staring down as icy mist circles her hands.

That all evils were vanquished, that we could finally have peace. WE WERE WRONG.

In the main hall of the throne room Connie is shown sitting and reading a book until the barefoot of Kobra catches her attention. The young warrior looks up at Connie with disdain as she closes her book without looking at him giving him a sideways glance green shown in her eyes.

It was only a matter of time before the tournament returned, but we didn’t think it would be so soon. These next battles no longer fall on us, but them.

Absolute does some katas before taking her stance, Rain doing the same as another bolt of lighting strikes down

New lines will be drawn, new battles fought

Kobra roars out in anger setting his fists on fire before pointing at Connie. With no reaction Connie levitates herself with a green aura. Landing in front of him she calmly takes her stance as he takes his.

Heroes will rise and evil’s shall awaken.

Over Absolute and Rain two figures are shown watching above. One with kind and concerned eyes, the other with Malicious intent.

The Next Generation of Kombat has BEGUN

A close up of Kobra’s face is shown before he lets out a battlecry and runs forward. We are then shown Absolute and Rain in mid charge and yelling. Before finally going back to Kobra and Connie running and yelling. Kobra with his fire fist and Connie with a green energy punch.

Absolute and Rain go at it the icy Ninja throwing a flurry of punches all of which were parried easily opening her up to a jab to the face. Zero stumbles back but then shoots a beam of ice to the ground below Rain causing him to slip and land on his back. Zero rushes in and slams her foot down only for Rain to roll out of the way letting her foot crack the ice. Rain swept her leg causing her to fall back and him to flip up to his feet. And just as he got up with a “HYAH!” he threw a roundhouse to her face. With a THWACK she was sent flying back screaming.

We are then shown Kobra flying back and smacking into a pillar before landing on the ground. Connie stood before her speaking in an indecipherable language green aura surrounding her hands as the ground beneath Kobra shook. Kobra immediately rolled out of the way and to his feet and three fireballs emerged from the ground. Kobra immediately fired his own at Connie who made a shield with her soul energy. The fireball connected with a BOOM, but as soon as the smoke cleared Kobra was flying at her with a kick. Time slowed as a KRACK filled the air, the kick connecting with her face the bones in her jaw creaking from the impact.

Rain is shown stumbling back nursing his jaw. Zero then rushes forward creating a trail of ice before her which she skated on. She skated by him throwing an elbow to his face which sent him spinning. Zero then stopped herself and threw a flurry of kicks to his body forcing him back before throwing a punch. Rain grabs Zero’s wrist before twisting it and her arm getting yelp from her, then kicking her face as he lets go. As Zero stumbled back, Rain shot out a stream of high pressure water to her face, the Ice Kunoichi screamed as she was assaulted and sent back holding her face. Rain goes in for another kick but Zero drops back into the ground becoming Ice and vanishing letting Rain hit nothing. Zero appears behind and slams a punch into Rain’s spine. He lets out a scream as he feels his spine bend and the bones crack.

Connie stumbles forward holding her back only for Kobra to grab both her arms pulling them back and firing a knee into her spine making her scream. Kobra then spun her around grabbing her by the hair and headbutting her before throwing two knees to her gut. He goes for another punch only for Connie to parry and grab his arm, with a “YAH!” she flipped him overhead and onto his back with a grunt. As Kobra got back to his feet Connie pulled out a scroll just as he leapt at her the scroll glowed and engulfed the two in soul energy. Kobra found himself where Connie was back turned as Connie where Kobra was throwing her flaming skull. Kobra turned around just in time for the skull to connect with his chest, making him spit out some blood as he felt his ribcage crack from the attack.

Rain falls on his back with a grunt as Zero stands over him, she readies to attack only to scream as a Yellow bolt slammed on her back. Absolute falls forward revealing Tanya with an evil grin as she looks down at the two preparing to finish them off, only for a Pink shield to fly past her. She looks back at Steven looking at her seriously before taking a stance. Tanya smiles and charges with a battlecry leaping into the air and a downward kick only for Steven to dodge. He does a kick only for her to lean back dodging and kicks his leg, with this moment she unleashes two kicks to his body going for a third to the head. Steven however catches the kick and then slams his elbow on the side of her knee. She screams hobbling back nursing her leg only for Steven to rush in with a punch to the gut. She gags spitting out saliva as she doubles over only to be straightened up by an uppercut to the chin. Her body swayed a bit until Steven slammed his fist in the back of her head forcing her face first into the ground. Steven yells out jumping in the air and stomping both feet onto her head. A KRUNCH is heard as he lands on her face burying into the ground with cracks forming and her body jerking from the impact.

Inside Connie jumped on her toes blocking blows from Kobra before throwing out a punch, only for him to catch it inches from his neck. Connie however quickly unfurled her fist and jabbed the tips of her fingers right into his Adam's apple causing him to gag and stumble back. Connie goes in yelling Kiai’s as she laid into Kobra’s body with a flurry of blows ending with a kick to the gut then sent him back holding his gut. Connie then raises her hand with a yell as soul energy surges around her, from behind a green shadowy figure rises up and traps Kobra in a full nelson. Kobra struggles to escape but is too late, Connie rushing in with a punch to his nose. With a BAM the punch collided with Kobra screaming out as he felt the bones around his nose begin to fracture.

Steven’s head flew back as he took a step back wiping the blood from his nose only to lean back and dodge a kick from Tanya. She then however is able to throw a kick to his lower leg stopping his movements. Catching him instantly lays two body punches into him before forcing her palm into his chin making him spit out blood. As he stumbles back Tanya jumps forward landing on his shoulders, then with a Twist and a CRACK twists his neck and head harshly to the side. Steven screams out in pain as she jumps off and he falls to his knees holding his neck and gagging. Tanya raises her foot over his head and brings it down only for her heel to meet his shield appearing behind. Steven then quickly rolls out of the way and then throws a bubble to her face smacking her nose and sending her back with a yelp. Steven flips up to his feet and goes with quick punches to her body followed by an elbow to the face. As her head flies to the side she throws a punch only for Steven to dodge, wrap his arm around hers and then send an uppercut to her chin. Tanya could head the bones cracking in her ears as the uppercut collided with her jaw. Her brain rattled as she felt a tooth come loose.

They will Struggle like they never had before

Kobra is shown on the ground slowly picking himself up as Connie paces Blood dripping from his nose.

But it will help them be ready for what’s to come

Steven breathes heavily as Tanya stumbles before him trying to stay on her feet with a groan

The first step to becoming True Kombatants

Connie sways her hands speaking a chant as green energy surges around her. She then grabs Kobra by the head lifting him up off the ground. Connie yells out as her eyes glow green and Green energy syphons from Kobra into her making him scream.

Steven meanwhile summons another bubble in the palm of his hands and looks at Tanya as he throws it into the air. Tanya tries to raise her hand only for Steven to kick the bubble into her face, sending her head back as it comes back to him. Steven then proceeds to repeatedly kick the ball hitting Tanya’s body and face forcing her back to the large doors.

Connie continues sucking the soul out of Kobra, his movement becoming weaker and his body turning grey. Connie stops looking winded as she looks at the weakened Kobra dropping him back to the ground. Meanwhile Tanya’s back was pressed against the door as Steven jumped in the air and kicked the bubble once more to her face with all his had. The bubble impacted and smashed her through the doors before popping. Tanya groans as she lays before Connie’s feet, Connie looks up and sees Steven walk through the smashed door wiping some blood from his nose. The two exchange a small smile before taking their stances

The Next Story must be told

The two stare down breathing hard, until at the same time they both yell “FIGHT!” as they rush each other to attack

MORTAL KOMBAT/STEVEN UNIVERSE THE NEXT GENERATION

Secrets: Like any Mortal Kombbat there are secrets to unlock. Two secret fights and unlockables for yout time.

Blaze Fight: At The Pit, Look to the Moon. Look out for a fireball gliding past - this will occur every 6th game. Win Double Flawless Victory with Fatality without Blocking at all. A message will appear. YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME? LET’S SEE IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE HEAT! The fight happens at the bottom of the pit. Winning this battle will give you 10,000,000 points and unlock him for fights.

Blaze will appear before fights to give hints how to fight him.

I am Blaze

You must Find me to beat me

You must face me alone

Perfection is the key

Fatality is the key

10,000,000 Points if you destroy me

Look to La Luna (The Moon)

Where did that airhead go?

TIP EHT FO MOTTOB (Reverse it)

Blocking will get you Nowhere

Ashrah fight: You must win 6 single player fights in a row with flawless victories. After the sixth win a message will Appear. I WISH TO TEST YOUR SKILL. COME AT ME WITH ALL YOU GOT! This fight will happen at the Garden. Winning this will net you 10,000,000 points and unlock her for play.

Ashrah will appear before fights to give hints how to fight her.

I am Ashrah, nice to meet you

Six is a magic number

Ermaca Who?

I Will Meet You In the Garden

Have you met my hotheaded friend?

Perfection is the key

Alone Is How You Will Find Me

One Day We Will Fight!

You must be Flawless

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random-mha-thoughts · 5 years ago

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Murphy’s Law (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Fluff, comedy/crack

Summary: Bakugou just wants a peaceful date with you and promises to tone down his aggression, but things don’t always go his way.

Word count: 2,206

Inspo: This tik tok

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: I absolutely love writing these comedy/crack style plots, they’re so fun! They just fit so well with Bakugou’s character, what can I say?

Starting next post, I’ll finally be posting some spicy content ;) Not nsfw exactly, but I’d give it a PG-13 rating if I had to.

Anyway, its 3 am and I’m about to pass out. Enjoy~!

"You smell like...cherries?" Bakugou takes a deeper whiff of the crook of my neck. "No, wait... Vanilla?"

I bite my lip, trying not to chuckle too hard and disturb his adorable sleuthing.

"I got it," he moves up to stare me right in the eyes for my answer. "Coconut." When I nod, he smirks victoriously. "I knew it." He peppers my face and neck in soft kisses, his grip on my waist tightening. "Admit it, your boyfriend is amazing."

I tilt my head and scrunch my eyes. "You're...okay."

His grip turns into erratic twitches as he tickles me. "Just okay, huh?"

My breath is stolen by laughter. "Okay! You're amazing!" I curse his knowledge of my ticklish spots.

Bakugou ceases his mischievous torture and returns to our original cuddling position: his one arm on top of my waist and the other enveloping my shoulders as I rest on his chest. We bask in the silence of each other's warmth and breathing, the faint sound of his heartbeat thudding in my ear.

His warm fingers draw patterns against exposed skin near the hem of my shirt. "We haven't been out on a proper date for a while, we should go this weekend," he proposes out of the blue.

I mull over the idea. We've both been busy with training, and we both mutually agree that we prefer spending more intimate time with each other like this than being out on a formal date. "What brought this up?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"It's just a random thing, no big deal," he snorts, trying to pass it off casually, but I know him well enough to know better.

"You saw Todoroki taking Midoriya out, didn't you?"

I hear the clinking of his teeth as he clenches his jaw, taking that as a positive response.

I sigh, loosing draping my arm onto his chest. "Katsuki-"

"I just wanna make you feel special, okay?" he blurts out, terse but affectionate in his own way. "I don't want you to think I don't care about you or that you're missing out on things other couples do. I'm your man, you deserve more."

My fingers softly trail up his arm. In other words, he feels like he's not doing enough in our relationship. I peck his lips. "Okay, let's do it. But let's not go somewhere too fancy. I don't feel like dressing up and all that. Besides, you're too...excited for those quiet places."

His eyebrows furrow. "Whaddaya mean by that?"

I want to chuckle at his defiance. "You get very easily riled up. Sometimes, you just need to tone it down a notch."

Though he pouts, he mutters, "I'll be on my best behavior, promise."

The weekend finally rolls around. The Sun shines brightly, there isn't a cloud in the sky, the temperature is brisk, nothing could possibly go wrong.

Bakugou agreed to meet at noon so we could go out for lunch at this cute outdoor restaurant downtown. I dress in a somewhat-fancy-somewhat-casual grey sweater, black leather pants, and Chelsea boots. While I'm deciding on what accessories to style with my outfit, there's a knock at my door. I glance at the clock, only then realizing it's 12:30, and rush to the door.

Bakugou stands in the doorway, looking like an absolute snack. For some reason, he's dressed in a crisp white button down, fitted black slacks down above his ankles held up by black suspenders, and brown dress shoes. Slack jawed, I barely have a second to comment on how amazing he looks before he storms into my room and I catch a whiff of his cologne, wanting to shower him with compliments.

"Katsuki-"

"I woke up late, I'm sorry," he growls, throwing a black strip of fabric around his neck and making a beeline for my full length mirror. He's trying to knot a tie around his neck, I realize. "My alarm didn't go off for some stupid reason, and I wanted to wake up early to get you flowers before coming here. This date's already ruined and I'm not even ready- AND THIS STUPID TIE JUST WON'T TIE PROPERLY!" Clearly, he's already worked up and his tie won't cooperate with him.

At first, it's cute watching him struggle, but I realize he's genuinely bothered by this entire situation. I wrap my arms around his torso from behind. "Babe, it's fine. We're not in a hurry, just take your time." I assure him softly. "I was just finishing up myself."

At the sound of my voice, my boyfriend releases his tension in a sigh. "You're right. I promised I'll be calmer today." He finally finishes tying his tie and smooths it over.

I smile and kiss his cheek to comfort him. "You look so handsome."

A light blush colors Bakugou's cheeks as he runs his hands through his hair. "I did it for you, dummy," he admits in the softest voice.

We stare at each other in the mirror fondly for a moment, and I ruffle his hair. "Let's go, whenever you're ready."

As we're getting ready to leave the dorms, Kaminari and Mineta are playing some sort of weird game in the hallway with Mineta's purple spheres where Kaminari tries to hit them with his lightning.

One of them flies past Bakugou's head, just missing it, and he almost goes off. "I swear if one of those things hits me in the face, you idiots are-!" Cutting himself off at the end, he takes a deep breath. "I'm calm, I'm calm. Let's just get out of here."

It's cute watching him struggle to stay calm for my sake.

And it doesn't get any easier. Somewhere during the walk over to the restaurant, the sprinkler system turns on in someone's lawn and managed to almost spritz Bakugou's crisp outfit. He says nothing and holds in his complaints, like a true trooper. The next thing to go wrong is the train getting delayed. Such a small nuisance is too much for the boy, as evidenced by the wild tapping of his foot on the floor to the point where some of the other passengers stare at him.

"If I could use my quirk, I would've just blasted us out of here to the restaurant," he mutters in my ear.

I squeeze his hand in mine. "You're doing a great job, babe."

The smile that appears on his face is absolute bliss.

After the train finally moves and we reach our stop, we make our way through the city hand in hand, talking only to each other.

"You've out-dressed me, Katsuki. Where did these clothes even come from?"

"My mom always told me a formal outfit is a staple," the boy shrugs in response. "I just didn't want to wear the jacket because it's still daytime."

In the back of my head, I realize that Bakugou seems to have an unconscious eye for dressing presentable, he just chooses to wear joggers and a T-shirt all the time.

"I just figured we were going to a nice place and I wanted to look good, you know?" he continues. "Even though everything's kinda gone to hell so far today."

My heart melts for how hard he's trying, and I decide to hug his arm for comfort. "You're doing amazing. I'm having fun just being with you so far."

In return, he kisses my forehead. "The date's not over yet, we still need to eat." He takes out his phone. "I just need to make sure we're going-"

We collide into someone who's not watching where they're going, and, unfortunately, Bakugou's phone gets knocked out of his hand. Almost in slow motion, we watch as the poor device crashes against the concrete face down. I can feel his grip on my hand tighten as he growls and picks up the phone, hoping for the best, only to realize there are now spidery cracks across the surface.

I hold my breath for the inevitable outburst, which doesn't come. A vein pops in Bakugou's neck and a muscle jumps in his jaw, but no sound escapes his lips except an extended, harsh exhale. "Can I check it on your phone, babe?" he asks through clenched teeth, and I offer to be navigator myself out of pity.

When we finally get to the restaurant, we sit down and have our meal in peace. The blond seems to relax as food slowly fills his belly and we carry light conversation with each other.

"You finished all the rolls already?!" I guffaw, covering my face to keep myself from being too loud, "Were you that hungry?"

"I told you I got up late!" he growls, ripping off a piece from the last roll, "I haven't eaten yet all day."

I take his hand from across the table. "And you deserve it, with the day you've had so far."

Smooth as a criminal, he kisses my fingers gently, "At least you're here. But you shouldn't give me your hand so easily, I might bite you because of how hungry I am." He jokingly starts play biting my hand, making me laugh again. And just for a moment, our eyes catch each other's, sharing our affections wordlessly.

Until something - or someone - crashes into our table.

Both of us get to our feet instinctively and inspect the damage. The person who had crashed our table is a male waiter we recognized moving around since we've been here.

"That man is a villain! He's trying to rob the place!" one of the staff announces from across the room.

The man slowly tries standing on his feet, catching onto the closest thing to help himself. Which happened to be Bakugou's pant leg. Looking up, the sorry villain realizes he's just sealed his fate.

Bakugou's face is crimson with impatient rage, bottled up from the entire day and ready to explode onto the nearest victim.

"What. The actual. Fuck?" he murmurs from deep in his throat down at the villain, who's eyes are widening as he registers he might actually be facing a devil. The boy's breathing gets ragged. "You have exactly," he pulls and undoes the knot around his neck in one swift movement, not breaking his malicious glare on the villain, "Two seconds," he throws the tie aside and slides his suspenders off his shoulders, "Before I blast you into oblivion," the top buttons of his shirt are undone.

"I-I'm so sorry I interrupted your date," the villain's eyes widen as he slides backwards into the broken table. "Y-You two must've been having a good time-"

"Damn RIGHT we were!" Bakugou bellows, sleeved already folded and he's pushing them up past his elbows away from his hands. "Now you're gonna DIE!"

As hot as it was watching my angry boyfriend slightly undress, I don't want him getting in trouble doing something illegal. I grasp his taut elbow, avoiding his forearm. "Katsuki, just leave this for the pros to deal with, don't get yourself in trouble."

He slowly calms his breathing, but still eyes the man with a murderous glint as we back away from the situation.

We silently eat our sandwiches on a park bench. Bakugou's gnawing and mashing his food to get his anger out, his tie hanging out of his pocket since he couldn't be bothered to re-tie it around his neck, or readjust his outfit.

I quietly admire his rugged appearance and let out a small chuckle.

He shoots me a look. "What're you laughing at?"

"I'm just thinking how much better you look when you're all undone like this," I remark, finishing the last of my own sandwich, "You looked too uptight before, this is way more casual."

My comment is met with a smirk and a huff as he uses one arm to pull me so close to him, I might as well be on his lap. "Is that your way of saying I look hot all angry like this?"

"Maybe." With that, I steal the last bite from his sandwich.

Bakugou sets the wrapper aside and hugs my waist with both hands, setting me properly in front of him so I can look him straight on. "I'm sorry I lost my cool like that. I promised I'd stay calm for you today, but nothing even went right all day and then that mess happened."

His ashamed expression makes me plant a quick kiss on his lips, allowing a light blush to appear in its place. "You're amazing, Katsuki. You've had such crappy luck all day and you managed to hold in your anger for most of it. But, while I appreciate the effort, you really didn't have to." I wrap my arms around his neck affectionately. "I love you and all your hotheaded screaming, you dope, no fancy dates or rules needed. Don't feel like you need to do more for me when I just need you."

A heart-melting smile spreads across Bakugou's face as he rests our foreheads together. "I don't deserve you, babe, you're the best I could ever ask for." Our lips join together in a sweet kiss for a moment.

I break it with a chuckle. "Honestly though, I really would've liked to see you smash that guy's face in."

"Me too!"

#Bakugou x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou imagine #crack #bakugou scenario #gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha fanfiction

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keoghans · 5 years ago

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Hey Chuck

Hello and welcome to this Chuck Grant fanfic. I always loved this dude, and I see little to no work about him, so, I took it upon myself to do fic about him. I invented a character, his love interest, because I cant write reader insert, I just, it bothers the fuck out of me to write like that lmao.

Special mentions for @notmykirk @liebthots @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @alphapockets for proofreading, giving ideas and helping a distressed, nervous writer lol, you lot were brilliant!

This is super angsty, but also filled with fluff and stupid cliches.

Pairing: Chuck Grant x OC

Warnings: angst, shitloads of angst. Mention of rape. Slight, non-explicit smut. Cursing.

Word Count: 12k (I know, IM SORRY)

Epilogue

Three knocks and an anxious wait.

The door was opened by the tall ginger that didn’t seem to ever age.

“Hannah Davis! What brings you here?” he exclaimed with a broad smile as he hugged her smaller frame.

“How are you, sir? You look great!” she replied and he furrowed his eyebrows at her answer.

“Hannah, the war is over, it has been for a while, I go by Richard, Rich, or Dick, please,” he said, as he let her in his house. He sounded the same, warm, emphatic, funny.

“Old habits die hard, I guess,” she replied, checking out his living room. He lived in a beautiful, tall house, very homey. It had a fireplace on and a half finished drink on the nearby table.

“My wife went to visit her brother, a man that’s never approved of me, so I stayed back,” he explained, serving another drink for her.

“I remember when you first told me that he wasn’t fond of you and I wondered, how the hell does someone not like Dick Winters?” she replied and they both chuckled.

“Her parents like me, and so does she, so… it doesn’t really matter”.

Hannah didn’t marry post war, and it had been only a year, but most of Easy Company was already having children, marrying or at least dating.

She had her heart set on someone but she had lost all contact with him and the Army didn’t help her trying to get what she needed.

So, after an hour and a half of reminiscing about the war, about Austria and the Eagle’s Nest, Winters caught up to her.

“Hannah, with all due respect… I know this isn’t just a casual visit, or you would’ve brought Luz or someone else with you,” he started, trailing off for her to speak.

Hannah chuckled cynically, the man had always been prone to read people like a piece of paper. She struggled for a few seconds, her nerves coming back to her, scratching the back of her head absentmindedly.

“I’ve been trying to find someone… Someone from the Company, and I don’t want to ask the rest of the men because… Well, if this fails, I don’t want it to be gossip between them; and the Army couldn’t help me, they cannot give out information about former paratroopers,” she explained.

“I have all of the men’s information with me, so, who are you looking for? Though—some information can be outdated, I haven’t updated it in a couple of years,” Dick said, looking for an old black book that had ‘Easy’ embroidered in the front.

“Say the name.”

“Uh… Charles Grant—NCO Chuck Grant.”

Rick smiled softly, looking down as he looked for his name in his book.

“What?” she asked, slightly embarrassed. He knew.

“Nothing. Sergeant Grant is an exceptional man, I felt deeply for him when he got shot,” he explained and placed a ruler under his name, handing the notebook to Hannah.

“I know he is, that’s why I’m looking for him,” she said, looking down at his name, copying the information of his address and phone number.

Richard looked at her with his usual witty, warm smile.

“Thank you, Dick” she said, closing the notebook and giving it back.

“Like my wife would say, ‘go get him’.”

///

Hannah had Chuck’s address and phone for a month and a half.

Every time she thought about calling him, or showing up at his place, fear shook her body and threw her back to square one. She had taken a cab to her former Major in the Paratroopers for forty five minutes to find a man’s address and she couldn’t actually talk to him.

Hannah laid in her bed, after a long day at the hospital. She was eating leftover carrot cake she had made a week ago, feeling dreadful, looking at the little paper with Chuck’s name sitting on her bedside table, and remembered the many times they shared.

Bastogne was the coldest hell Hannah had ever experienced, and she knew it was never leaving her head after everything that transpired.

The trees exploded every now and again. As desperation settled inside each mind, everyone started wondering which was getting killed next.

Then the casualties came: Joe Toye and Guarnere lost each other one leg to mortars, Don Hoobler accidentally shot himself in the leg and the blood loss took his life. Muck and Penkala got blown to pieces by another mortar.

She had tried to save as many lives as possible as she had to shoot Germans from afar, fearing death every single second she moved around the snow covered forest.

She had short moments of peace, and most were laying in a foxhole, trying to gather some warmth, next to Chuck.

Her body shook as she blew into her hands, trying to gain back feeling on her fingertips when Charles looked at her and grabbed her hands without a word, covering them with his calloused fingers, scooting closer to her.

She was slightly taken aback.

Chuck wasn’t a man of many words, he communicated more with his eyes and small expressions. He politely smiled at her as he rubbed his hands against her.

“Thanks,” she muttered, nuzzling her chin deeper into her scarf that was tucked into her jumpsuit.

Chuck just looked at her and kept rubbing their hands together. She noticed her blue eyes looking bright from the full moon shining down the forest.

“I always hated the winter time, back in the states… and now more,” Chuck said, breaking the silence between them.

“I know, I prefer to be burning under the sun rather than freezing my butt off.”

“Cold beers,” he added.

“The beach.”

“Dipping into a river or the sea.”

Both exchanged small smiles.

Chuck had always noticed Hannah, and stared silently at her many times, but barely exchanged a few words in the second year of their training, when she arrived in Toccoa. He knew she was Shifty’s friend, and someone who Winters relied on and trusted from what Powers had said to help her get into the Paratroopers.

And she had proved herself useful, not only as a doctor, but as a sharpshooter, taking down snipers that others didn’t notice at first. She used to compete with Shifty on how many Krauts took down each.

Hannah always knew who he was, she remembered every and each name of the company, by nicknames mostly. He definitely called for her attention; he was polite, shy, only mustered a few jokes here and there, not like Luz, who couldn’t speak without joking.

But she was never as interested in him until he helped her find warmth in a shattering cold in Belgium.

Hannah remembered that with a smile—their first and probably closest interaction. It only took snow, people dying around them and a whole war for it to happen.

Friday, she thought, Friday would be a good thing for me to approach his house if, luckily, he didn’t move out before.

///

Anxiety. Lots of.

Hannah wasn’t on call at the hospital on Friday. She and her best friend, scheduled everything.

Angelina made sure she couldn’t back out of looking for the former paratrooper. She had helped her pick an outfit, helped with her hair, the whole ordeal.

“Okay, go, go! It’s barely past noon, it’s a beautiful day, maybe y’all can go for a walk,” angelina said, taking a sip from her lemonade.

Hannah was barely talking, her hands shook, she felt her pits damp with sweat, with a tight knot in her stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay… I’m going, whatever, what could go wrong, what the fuck, he could only think I’m a fucking stalker, whatever right? Fuck—.”

“Oh my god, get out, I’ll take care of Trigger, let him have a stroll, and if by any chance you spend the night there—” she said, with a wink— “call me so I’ll stay and give Trigger his morning walkies,” Angelina commanded as she pushed Hannah through the door.

“Good luck, honey!” She yelled as Hannah dragged her feet through the hot cement under the July sun.

Every little thing that could go wrong played in her mind as she walked. Grant lived roughly twenty blocks away from her but she still wanted to walk there, to make it as slow as possible.

Hannah checked the address in the small, torn piece of paper she had it written on and looked for 1612 for a bit, until she finally saw it.

It was a beautiful, tall white house, with a dark grey roof, a small porch with a couple of rocking chairs. A lot of small pots with flowers and different plants covered most of the front of the porch, which made Hannah think that there was clearly a woman living there.

That made fear struck her again.

He’s probably married, there are rocking chairs and plants… none of the men of the paratroopers cared about fucking plants, why would Charles be any different?

Fuck it.

Hannah shook her head, her curls moving along, stomped the ground after pondering for a couple of minutes, away from the house and took a few deep breaths before she walked up the three steps before the door and, with a shaky breath, knocked three times and took a step back, giving the door her back.

She could sense her muscles completely tense, everywhere, arms, legs, stomach, and wondered why the hell she never got her anxiety completely treated like her PTSD from the war.

What if a woman opened the door? I’d pretend I got the wrong house and run for the fucking hills.

“Yes?” a deep voice said from behind her.

Hannah could’ve swore her heart stopped for a split second.

She turned in her heel with the riddled feeling in her stomach when she met those bright blue eyes and the permanently tanned skin of Sergeant of Second Platoon, Charles Grant.

His usual disheveled look was intact, she noticed, the droopy eyes and the resting annoyed face that was his trademark was still there, but it did change in a moment when he realized quickly who she was. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped slightly.

“Hannah? Hannah Davis?!” he exclaimed, opening the door wider, taking a step forward shyly.

Hannah swore her heart was thumping against her chest like a hammer, and was actually afraid Chuck would notice it. But all he did was try to find the words, stuttering slightly as he took a look at her.

“Hey, Chuck,” she said, trying to find her voice back from somewhere in her throat.

Charles let a single chuckle out of his mouth before, sort of awkwardly, pulled her for a hug, crossing his left arm around her torso and the other one, around the shoulders.

Hannah was a hundred percent sure her heart could arrest at any moment and die right there. The man was hugging her. And she was hugging him back, the same way, when his perfume surrounded her and she closed her eyes for a moment, lingering her head above his shoulder, every single feeling she had ever felt for him rushing back into her stomach, untying the knot slightly, filling it with butterflies.

“What a surprise! Come on in,” he said, as they parted, moving aside so she could walk inside first.

Clean, super clean. The fact that the house was so clean yelled wife! in Hannah’s face. But she shook the thoughts aside, trying to focus on walking and trying not to bump into anything and make a mess of herself in front of Chuck.

“You like it? I’ve been trying to decorate myself but… I don’t know, looks shitty to me still,” he added, standing next to her as she looked at old signs of tobacco brands, and a couple of paintings up white walls, complemented with an olive couch with three seats, a coffee table and a TV in front.

And books, everywhere. Different sized, colored, some put in a small library in the corner, near the couch. Some were sprawled over on the coffee table and one on the couch, open and faced down.

She took the books as the cue to find out and get it over with.

“You and—and your wife must read a lot,” she said, sniggering internally as she awaited for an answer.

Chuck let out a hearty chuckle, looking suddenly a bit embarrassed at her.

“Uh, I’m not married,” he said, forming a thin-lipped, awkward smile on his lips. Hannah felt how her shoulders relaxed at the information.

“Oh—sorry, it’s just… It looks very homey, and you know, women do that work mostly,” she said, trying to sound innocent.

“I learned a bit from my mom, and I found out that I really enjoy gardening and plants in general, that’s why there’s that many on the outside porch. Luz told me I was becoming a woman, I said, ‘what’s wrong with being a woman’?” Chuck said, scratching the back of his neck.

“He fought side by side with one, and he still says that crap?” Hannah asked, remembering George Luz, the clown of the company. “Fuck him, I like how it looks, it’s homey and… looks warm, you know?”

Chuck nodded his head proudly, trying to shoot down a smile that tried to creep up, slightly blushing.

“Listen, I was roasting some chicken, are you hungry? I have beers, too,” he said, pulling her by her wrist softly. This touch sent electricity up Hannah’s arm as she nodded silently, following him.

She was sort of surprised by his cheerfulness. He was a very lowkey man, never spoke too loud, unless he wanted to mock one of his peers with Luz or Guarnere. He fumbled around the kitchen for a bit, before going through the back door to the backyard, where he had a barbecue against the wall.

And she could see him work, cutting up the chicken while it was still roasting, and noticed how he hadn’t put up any weight since coming back from the war, or losing any from the anxiety and PTSD. He had kept in form, his arms still big, as his shoulders, the black sleeves of the shirt sticking tight against them.

Jesus, stop that!

Lost in her thoughts, looking around the kitchen, she didn’t notice Chuck was back with two small sandwiches in hand, leaving them on a couple of plates as he quickly moved to grab two Crystals.

“My brother taught me this amazing sauce, and it’s like pulled pork, but pulled chicken,” he explained, almost proudly of his handiwork. Hannah smiled and took a bite on it.

Instantly, she had to suppress a moan that was about to fall out of her full mouth, as she widened her eyes at him. He smiled as he chewed and nodded his head like saying I know, right?

After downing her bite with a bit of beer, Hannah finally breathed out to compliment his food, making Chuck blush again.

“So, uh… what brings you here? Did you need anything?” Chuck asked, taking a sip of his beer again.

I wanted to confess that I had feelings for you since you helped me warm up in a foxhole in Bagstone and you saved my ass when I got shot and you dragged me into a jeep to be taken away for a bit to heal, and I always wanted to kiss you for that but I’m such a fucking wuss, I never even dared to flirt.

“Oh, no, no, I didn’t come to ask any favors, no,” she replied, chuckling nervously, “I—I’m gonna be honest with you; when we came back from Europe, I knew you had to do some recovery from the shot you took, that would need rehabilitation and… I was dealing with so much I couldn’t stay and I felt like shit for a long while for that—Shit, this sounds like I’m doing this to sleep better at night but no, I just want to say: I’m sorry, I should’ve been there like you were when I lost my ear to a kraut bullet, Chuck, I’m really sorry, and I wanted to check on you, see how you were doing…”

It wasn’t a complete lie, Hannah knew that, but she still felt like what she needed to actually say was heavy in her chest.

Chuck smiled, and turned his head slightly, pulling his hair up a bit.

“The scar goes all the way to the back of my head, I—I should’ve died by the extent of my wound, but, it was mostly sup—superficial. My left arm is partially paralyzed,” he explained, lifting both arms at the same time but the left one was left behind as the right kept going up. “And sometimes it’s hard to s—” he closed his eyes as he struggled to say the word, his tongue frozen in the roof of his mouth for a couple of seconds— “speak, like, right now.”

Hannah looked sorry, like a dog with a tail between its hind legs, feeling ashamed.

“Don’t feel bad, I had my family and some of the men to help me, and very good doctors too, really, it’s not like you had to take care of me, you know,” Chuck added, grinning warmly at her. “George, Doc Roe and Speirs came almost daily to help, I was set; speaking of wounds, how’s the ear?”

Hannah moved her hair away to show him the scarred and dusty pink skin that reattached to her head after it got blown off in the Battle of the Bulge.

Bullets and mortars were falling down the territory Easy Company covered. As much as anyone avoids talking about fear, they were all terrorized; the lack of winter gear, clothes, ammo, and food kept them all weak.

Hannah and Chuck were shooting non-stop, both with shaky breaths as they were still covered under a wool blanket, where only the gun and their eyes could be seen.

“Hannah! Hannah, go help Shifty!” she heard Lip call her as he ran past. She sighed, not wanting to be any closer to the flying gunshots that were showering horizontally on them.

“Go, it’s okay, go!” Chuck exclaimed, looking at her swiftly as he kept shooting.

Hannah groaned in annoyance but still climbed up the hole.

Chuck watched at her go, though her walk got cut short. She froze in her place and he knew something was wrong, and in a split second, she was on the cold ground, yelling her lungs out.

“Shit, shit, shit, hold on, Hannah! Medic!! Medic!!” he yelled as he let his rifle in the hole, crawling to check on the brunette.

As soon as he turned her body around, his face grimaced in shock. She had blood flowing from her side into her cheek, eyes and mouth, as she gasped for a breath, steam coming from her mouth from the sheering cold.

He moved her hair slowly, uncovering what was left of her ear, hanging from skin threads, almost completely shredded from her skull. It was an awful view, and the crimson liquid kept flowing and flowing.

“What is it? Let me see, Grant, move!” Eugene Roe exclaimed, pushing the other soldier aside, checking the wound thoroughly. Hannah had stopped yelling, shock had settled in her body, covering her from the pain.

“It’s superficial, but you will need someone to cut off the rest. Help me get her to the jeep, Grant,” he said after covering the hole with sulfate and a white bandage that went across her face.

“Hannah, you’re going to be just fine, stay with us, come on!” Eugene yelled as Chuck lifted her from her back and legs, her face falling into his shoulder, bleeding on his jacket.

Chuck glanced at her every few moments as he ran to where her ride was stationed, she looked paler by the second that passed, her eyes were closing and he had to keep calling at her to stay awake.

“Hannah, come on, come on, stay with me, stay with me!”

When she was finally strapped down the bed on the front of the sheet, he held her hand for a second before she was pulled away, disappearing into the woods as he had to ran back to his foxhole and keep defending their territory.

But he kept wondering and wondering about her, until she came back two days after.

“You came back almost good as new, ear-less, stitched up,” Chuck said, reminiscing.

“And I had to tolerate thousands of ear related jokes for weeks, and got called ‘Earnnah’ too” Hannah said, making them both laugh.

“Fucking Luz and his nicknames,” Charles said, shrugging.

“Anyways, I still don’t have an ear, but the flu I was going through had clogged my eardrum and saved me from being deaf on one side, right?” Hannah added, lifting her beer bottle to cheer for that.

“To the flu, baby!” he said and both drank.

A couple of hours went by and both Chuck and Hannah were already feeling more comfortable in each other’s presence. They laughed about some anecdotes, and updated on their current lifestyles.

“So, a tobacco store?” Hannah said, standing under the sun in the backyard, enjoying the warmth of a summer afternoon, much more relaxed.

“Yeah, it was my post war dream, and I finally gathered what I needed to open it, it’s in downtown, 5th ave and Charleston. It’s cosy, small, but good enough to sell small things,” Chuck explained, clearly proud of his achievement. “You should come by sometime”.

“I would, but I quit smoking a few weeks ago,” Hannah replied and Chuck looked surprised.

“Really?” he asked, propping himself against a column he had set to sustain a small roof he had put up in his yard.

“Yeah, but I’ll probably hit withdrawal soon and I’ll go back to square one quickly,” she replied, mocking herself and her power of will, making Chuck laugh.

“You still sing?” Chuck asked, and she knew exactly why he asked. “I still remember when we found that piano in the Eagle’s Nest, and you sang a few songs to us,” he said and a very small grin creeped up his lips, looking down at his hands.

That was one of Hannah’s proudest moments.

“I do remember that, and I still sing, yeah.”

The war had lightened up, somehow.

Easy Company was on the works to clear the way into the old Nazi Town of Kehlsteinhaus, where they knew, at the top of the mountain, resides the crown jewel of the Nazi Party. A very glamorous house made only for Hitler and his closests friends.

Winters dictated for the Easy Company to head straight to the Eagle’s Nest, after raiding the town and finding a place to settle for a bit.

Hannah heard Speirs yelling the orders and they didn’t even think for a second before they started running up the mountain road towards the House. She ran next to Chuck, Popeye and Malarkey.

They entered the premises slowly, looking around for Krauts, their guns up in arms. And all of them were surprised by the size of the place from the inside.

It had grey walls, with bay windows every few meters, the sun shining through, illuminating the whole place. There were a few tables with a few chairs each, some silver plates and vases scattered around the living room, a fireplace, and on the far end, a grand, black and shiny piano.

Hannah was immediately drawn to it, forgetting about the men popping bottles of champagne they found lying around, remembering instantly the songs her grandfather had once taught her when she was younger.

The boys weren’t paying attention until they heard the first few notes Hannah pressed on.

“Davis, you can play?” Spiers asked her as they got closer.

I waited till I saw the sun, don’t know why I didn’t come

Hannah started singing, as a way to reply Speirs.

Chuck was certainly taken aback by her singing voice, she had never mentioned before she could do that, that she had even learned or anything she did apart from training for the paratroopers and hang with Shifty.

When I saw the break of day

I wished that I could fly away

Instead of kneeling in the sand

Catching teardrops in my hand

Her fingers seemed to be dancing around the keys like she had been doing that for a lifetime, as her voice shone through the notes she played. There was a sudden peace brought by the song, which no one could remember having heard before that moment.

Chuck sensed his body relaxing, as he looked at the brunette who met his eyes not too long after.

My heart is drenched in wine

But you'll be on my mind

Forever

For a fleeting moment, Chuck felt no one was there but him and Hannah, as she kept singing, his breath catching in his chest, leaving him breathless. He knew he had been looking at Hannah with different eyes for a while, but he never actually realized it completely until that moment.

Something has to make you run

I don't know why I didn't come

I feel as empty as a drum

I don't know why I didn't come

“From then on, you guys would ask me to sing every time we found a piano laying somewhere in the abandoned cottages,” Hannah remembered, smiling at the memory.

“Well, you do have a beautiful voice that puts everyone at ease, you know,” he complimented and Hannah could feel how her pulse accelerated at his compliment, cursing herself internally for being so weak for her former NCO.

“It's mid-afternoon, care for a tea?” Charles asked, when he noticed her blushing, not answering his compliment, knowing he had hit somewhere inside her with it.

“I can make a quick cake with anything you have in your kitchen, if you want to…” Hannah said, almost rushedly, trying to cover her tracks. Yeah, that doesn’t sound weird at all, Hannah, you fucking wuss, offering to bake a cake after a couple of hours chatting and trying to cover your stupid feelings, sure, yeah.

“Kitchen’s all yours,” Chuck said with a grin, looking for his kettle to boil water while Hannah looked for her ingredients for a classic vanilla cake.

As Hannah whisked the ingredients, Chuck served two mugs with boiling tea, placing one next to her as he watched her focused in his kitchen.

“I swear, most men of the company don’t have all this stuff laying in their kitchen,” she said, still looking down at the mix.

“I’m not most men,” Chuck replied and both chuckled at his comment. “Oh, look here,” he said suddenly, making Hannah turn around.

A black cat with a small bell in his neck walked in, stretching its legs, and walked up to Chuck, placing its front paws in the dirty blonde legs.

“This is Roe, I got him a few months ago, he walked in with a broken hind leg and never left this house,” Chuck explained, taking the cat into his arms, which made him start purring loudly. Hannah proceeded to pet him, sliding her fingertips slowly in the soft fur of the head.

“He’s so handsome!”

“Thank you,” replied Charles, earning a small slap in his arm by Hannah, who chuckled as she kept petting the kitty.

“You saying you took care of this kitty reminded me of that nun who changed my bandages in Foye, in that church, remember that? She came straight to me, wondering how a woman is in the Forces, and silently, pulled my face and cleaned me up,” Hannah said, remembering the face of the woman in the black typical suit of a nun.

“She didn’t treat anyone but you, which was either great or very selfish of her,” Chuck said, jokingly.

“She was in a convent, they take care of women mostly, and I am one, so…” she trailed off, wanting to slap the grin out of his face as she felt her heart melting to the view of Chuck, holding a cat between his arms like a child. My uterus is flipping about. “It’s not like no one took care of you boys.”

“What are you talking about?” Chuck wondered.

“Holland. All those women, and food, and drinks, and praising,” Hannah said as she put the mix in the oven. She could hear Charles laughing at her comments.

“I wasn’t doing anything there, I did accept food though.”

“Oh, Chuck, come on, I saw you with that blonde that was taller than you, kissing you non-stop,” Hannah exclaimed, way too quickly for her comfort, and turned around, pretending to check on the oven temperature; Could you be any more obvious, Hannah, dear?

“You sound jealous,” Chuck replied, with a smirk and furrowed eyebrows.

“I—okay, yes, I was; everyone was treating you all like goddamn heroes and whatnot, while I got questionable looks and fingers pointing at me for being a woman in a uniform… Hell, they must have thought I was the squad’s whore or something,” she defended herself, trying to not blow her cover that easy in front of his intense eyes looking at her from a few meters.

Chuck felt bad for a moment. He knew she was proud of being the first woman fighting alongside men in a war, knowing she had earned the respect of many, many people, but there was still a long way to go to be accepted by the population in general.

“Yeah, I wanted someone to kiss me too and give me drinks, I deserved that too, I didn’t have any physical contact with anyone as much as y’all in that time,” Hannah kept going, the anxiousness to cover herself up from showing feelings almost drowning her.

“I’m sure you would’ve gotten a kiss if you just asked,” replied Chuck, taking a sip from his tea while still holding Roe. “I would have if you asked me.”

Did my heart just stop? Did it just… really stop? Quick, don’t linger in silence too much!

“You’ve always been such a gentleman, Grant, but that was impossible. First, we were in the Forces together and that was very forbidden. Second, I couldn’t ask people for that, that’s just sad and I didn’t look like any of the women there, my hair wasn’t done, I was wearing our uniform and probably didn’t smell the best there,” Hannah clarified, trying to not sound too rushed again.

“Okay, yeah, partially true, but you don’t need to be all fixed up to be pretty, though.”

He knows and now he wants to play soccer with my fucking heart. Goodness, I hope he doesn’t know.

“To be honest, it’s not like I came back to the states and started dating and whatnot… I did adopt a dog, his name is Trigger, like the one Tab had back in the day,” Hannah said, trying to clear herself. “Oh, and Tab asked me out like a year ago,” she suddenly remembered.

“Floyd?! R—really?” Chuck asked, clearly surprised.

“Yeah, he showed up once, with flowers and everything. It was so sweet but Tab is like my little brother, so I let him down slowly and luckily, he accepted it and we’re still friends,” she explained, remembering how disappointed he looked for a second before she explained herself to him and he took it with humour and saved their friendship from awkwardness.

All the while, Chuck laughed heartily.

“What? Oh, don’t laugh at him! He’s so sweet, he was always nice with me, even when most doubted the presence of a woman at war, come on,” Hannah defended Talbert, throwing a paper towel ball straight to his face.

“Hey! No need to get violent!” Chuck retaliated, throwing it back at her. “I can’t believe little ol’ Tab asked you out,” he added, chuckling.

“You’re all always making fun of people who ask me out or flirt with me,” Hannah added, a sneer creeping up her lips. “Remember that one British soldier?”

The Company had saved a hundred and forty brit soldiers, without any casualties. Everyone walked back to camp cheerfully but in silence until they entered the barn.

Hannah didn’t feel as cheerful as the rest. She had been carrying a small infection under her tongue for a few days and cramps were attacking her every now and again, which she didn’t share with anyone trying to avoid some sexist comment about the nature of women.

Booze was being passed around the brits and the company as everyone cheered and applauded for their exceptional work. Hannah did enjoy seeing all the grins and wide smiles spread around, while she stood in the side, leaning against a thin wooden column, rubbing her back to ease the pain.

“Moose Heyliger and the American 101st have done the Red Devils a great service, making it possible for us to return and fight the enemy another day,” the captain of the British soldiers exclaimed to the crowd of paratroopers and the Red Devils. “To Easy Company, victory, and Currahee!”

Everyone cheered, drinking profusely, laughing and all around happy, until the same captain interrupted them for a second.

“Oh, and let us not forget to cheer for one more thing: the first woman in the Forces who was part of this mission, Miss…”

Hannah wasn’t paying attention, she was completely zoned out on the side, until she heard her name being called a few times. She looked up to the Captain, who had his drink up and looking at her.

“Oh—Oh, Hannah, Hannah Davis!” she replied, a little startled.

“To Hannah Davis!” The cheers erupted once again, but everyone was now looking at Hannah, who blushed furiously at the attention she was receiving. She just gave them all a tight lipped smile, her eyes drifting from one side to another.

“So, congratulations are in order, ma’am.” A thick British accent interrupted Hannah’s thoughts a while after she had been cheered on. She turned around to find a tall man with a buzz cut, his red beret and a pointy nose. And a very warm smile.

“Thank you, private…?”

“Joe Seaward, and it’s Sergeant now,” he clarified, taking his beret off as he took a drink. “How is the Force treating you? Good, I hope?”

“Very good, sir, they feel like family already. At first it was weird for them, but I was vouched for by the Battalion chief, and one of the men, who is an old friend from his hometown,” she replied, feeling slightly intimidated by the brit.

“I’m glad you’re feeling comfortable. And hometown! Where would that be, if I may ask?”

“Atlanta, Georgia. Can I ask you where are you from?” she asked, looking up at him. Hannah could feel the eyes of Easy on them, but she didn’t dare to look back at them.

“Birmingham, born and raised,” Joe replied, looking proud. “Uh, anyone expecting you back home?” he suddenly asked, and Hannah understood what he was referring to.

“No, apart from family, no one special,” she replied, and just got interrupted by another voice yelling at them.

“Sergeant Seaward! We’re leaving, come on!” Joe looked annoyed all of a sudden.

“Well, ma’am, if this isn’t too forward, when this war is over, and luckily, we’re both still alive and well, why don’t you stay in England for a while and… maybe we can go to dinner together?” He said, rushing as he took a few steps back.

Hannah thought for a second and, feeling like she had nothing to lose and after not being flirted by anyone in two years, she replied “Sure, Sergeant, if we both survive…”.

Joe smirked deeply and quickly found a paper and a battered small pencil, scribbling in it and placed it in her hands, before kissing the back of it.

“You’ll find me with that. Take care, Hannah Davis! Cheerio!”

Hannah felt like a child meeting her first crush, blushing, with a dumb smile in her face, until she heard the sniggering paratroopers behind her.

“What?” she asked, already looking annoyed at them as she turned to find them in a half circle around her.

“What was that ‘bout, Davis?” Bull asked with one lifted eyebrow.

“Nothing–”

“Not nothing, that brit was flirting with you!” Liebgott exclaimed, his lip curled as his eyes darted between the door of the barn and her.

“The fuck is the problem with that?” Hannah asked.

“No fraternization with soldiers in the Forces,” Chuck added, looking down at his hands.

“Oh, fuck all of you. It’s the first time someone comes and tells me I’m pretty in two years, when y’all had women throwing themselves at you back at Eindhoven!” Hannah defended herself, shutting them all up. “It’s not like I’m actually going to do something about it, I might be dead tomorrow anyways”.

“He looks stupid and he’s a brit, we’re all a better catch than him!” Martin added, inflating his chest.

“The only decent man here is Doc Roe, and you all know that for a fact. I’m going to sleep for a bit, goodnight” she said, walking away from them, breaking the half circle without looking back.

“I still have that small, battered piece of paper with me, but I never went to see him,” Hannah added, smirking at the thought. “I should’ve stayed in England and find him, honestly”.

Chuck frowned, “why? Was he really that interesting?”.

“He was sweet, he had a very attractive accent and hell, how many men do you know that say ‘cheerio!’ When saying goodbye?” Hannah defended Sergeant Seaward.

“Oh, stop talking talking about him already” Chuck said, dismissing her comments with a frown.

“Who’s jealous now, huh?” Hannah joked, pushing him slightly. Chuck just laughed bitterly.

///

Chuck showed her around the house, apologizing for forgetting to do a tour when she first came in.

He showed him some old pictures he had from high school that his mom had taken of him, some of his own family, and even a photo from a high school girlfriend he still had. Charles told him they were still in contact because her family was close to his, until he went to the war and she moved out of the usual address.

“It’s like the time I was away, fighting, home became a black hole in my memory, like…It couldn’t possibly exist at the same time I was away.”

Hannah enjoyed learning more from his past, and suddenly wondered if he had ever known what happened and how Easy reacted when they found out he had gotten shot.

Charles was looking down at a picture when she popped the question.

“Chuck, did you uh—did anyone ever tell you what happened with Easy when you… When that replacement shot you?”

He suddenly took a seat on the couch, looking up at her. There was something on his eyes that she couldn’t decipher, but it was between fear and curiosity; his fingers went to linger over his scar absentmindedly.

“No, I—the guys never told me anything, and I didn’t dare to ask, honestly.”

“Do you, uh… Do you want to know?” Hannah asked. Chuck nodded, his lips seeming sewn shut. She took a seat next to him, the air suddenly completely filled with tension.

“Well, you had patrol and we were relaxing in the house, playing cards, some asleep, most smoking and chatting about the end of the war. Also about the points, but, that’s not important.”

“Then, the door of the living room burst open with a pale, very pale and shook Tab. ‘Grant got shot in the head’ was the first thing he muttered. You know, there wasn’t any music around us, but it seemed like it had stopped. The relaxing atmosphere was cut off like when the lights go out with a switch.” Chuck was staring at her, his attention fully on her.

“But we didn’t have that much time to like… process. Floyd had received orders to find the shooter, and we practically went around the whole town and the ones nearby looking for him. We had the order to bring him alive but neither wanted to lose the chance to put a bullet in him. We were organized in groups, and we divided in three or four people each.”

“We ended up finding him still in Zell Am See. Malarkey found him with Bull and Lieb, they found him trying—” She took a pause, her stomach turning slightly at the memory— “trying to rape an Austrian girl. She was saved, thankfully, and he was brought back to the house where he took the beating of his lifetime”

By that point, Chuck jaw was opened, but his eyes seemed calmer, somehow.

“Did you beat him too?” he asked. Hannah suddenly broke eye contact, looking down at her fingernails fidgeting together.

“Yes, but I only punched him, the rest did the real beating… I was so angry when I found out he was in the house, I burst through the door and went straight with my knuckles to his jaw. I had my hand bruised for weeks. You were away at that point, Speirs and Roe had found a Kraut brain surgeon and got him to work in you as soon as they could. But we didn’t know if you were alive or not. After the rest took their turn with the replacement, Speirs had come back, saying the surgeon confirmed you were going to be okay; then they dragged the son of a bitch over to the MP’s.”

Hannah felt ashamed, her body seemed to be burning when the memories of that moment revived in her.

“I was so scared you were gonna die, Chuck… I wasn’t there when Speirs confirmed you were going to be okay, and I just—I lost it at that moment,” she added, a knot forming in her throat. “Lieb found me, while I was sitting in a room upstairs, on a bed, in the dark, cursing and crying. It wasn’t only you that made me cry, but… I cared about you, you know. You were my friend, we went through the worst together and I thought I had lost y—,” Hannah’s voice broke, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

“Hey, hey, Hannah, I’m here, aren’t I?” Chuck said, scooting closer, placing a hand on her knee and another rubbing her back. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that…”

At that, Hannah snorted while she teared up.

“What are you apologizing for? For getting shot? Jesus, Charles, you didn’t ask for it, did you?” she joked through the tears and broken voice, making both laugh cynically. Hannah lifted her head and looked at him, and noticed how his eyes were watery. He sniffed as he tried to recompose himself, his hands never leaving the brunette.

“No, I know, but… I’m okay, you s—see? I just speak like I’m dumb or something now,” he joked.

Suddenly, something took over Hannah and she hugged him, with her arms surrounding his shoulders completely. Chuck was taken aback at first, but he then wrapped his arms around her waist and stayed there for a moment, neither muttered a word, only sniffs and breathing could be heard.

Hannah laughs, then smiles down at the picture of a younger Chuck. Some things change, and some things stay the same forever. Chuck is one of those things that never changes.

After a while, after a hug that helped both recompose and even sort of heal wounds that can’t be seen, they went back to rummage through old photos.

“Oh, look at this one,” Chuck said, pulling a picture from his teenage years, where he was in just his underwear, surrounded by kids holding different pieces of clothing cheerfully “that was in the middle of summer, we were trying to fight the heat with water balloons and I got so soaked, my brother and my friends convinced me to take them off so they could dry. Me, being stupid and young, did so and they stole them and ran away.”

Hannah laughed loudly, looking at Charles with apologetic eyes.

“How could you be so naive?” She asked, between laughs.

“Hey, if I remember correctly, you got your clothes stolen once, in Haguenau! And you know it sucks, doesn’t it?” Chuck replied, jabbing his index on Hannah’s arm.

Hannah had survived Bastogne, with the scarring of her life and one less ear. Everyone was changed, they had lost many men there, including Toye and Guarnere, Muck and Penkala, and lost Buck to shellshock.

These days passed with nothing much to do but waiting for orders, some training, and finally, after the snow had passed, winter clothes.

Second Platoon was stationed in a tall, two-story house, with many rooms, filled with beds and some tables. It was battered, most wallpapers looked torn, and the smell of humidity and gunpowder filling everyone’s nostrils.

On a cold morning, Hannah came back to the second floor, where Malarkey was introducing the new Lieutenant Jones to the men.

“Sir?” her voice, smaller than ever, turned everyone around. Some had to take a second look to be sure what they were looking at.

“What happened to you?!” Don exclaimed, his jaw dropped.

Hannah was shirtless. She was holding herself trying to keep the warmth of her body, with only a bra, pants and boots on. She looked red in the face, from the shame. Hannah could sense the eyes on her body, taking notice of every single scar she was sporting, and the bandage that was covering one on the side of her hip.

“I was changing bandages, I turned for a second to get the sulfate and I heard someone running and laughing. I thought there were just some men playing around but they had taken my clothes, sir…” she explained. Everyone could hear the anger in her voice, her jaw clenching tight.

“Jesus fuck,” Malarkey muttered, while Chuck proceeded to pull the sweater he used under his jacket and quickly helped Hannah put it on. “Lieb, MccLung, Jackson, go find the fuckers who did this, report to Speirs”.

“I’m sorry, Malark, I—I didn’t want to make any trouble, really, I—,”

“No, don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault, okay? Here, it probably smells but it’s better than nothing, I’ll have someone find some clothes if they don’t find yours,” Malarkey said, giving her his scarf, and went back to speak with Lt. Jones, who only nodded to her as a salute.

“Come on, we made some coffee,” said Chuck, pulling her to where the kettle was in a corner. “Are you okay?”.

“Yeah,” was all she said, hiding herself in her copper mug, drinking the awful coffee they have been given. Then Chuck did something that she wasn’t expecting, but calmed her nerves quite quickly: his palm met the top of her head, and ran down her hair slowly.

Hannah had seen the men do that to each other, when they had panic attacks or after the death of a fellow soldier, they would hold their heads or run their fingers through their hair. It seemed like a paternal way to hold them close and not let them fall into the abyss of desperation war brings in people.

And now she felt it herself. Chuck’s fingers brought peace into her body, into her mind. She closed her eyes he kept going, enjoying that as well as the steam from the coffee meeting her cold skin.

///

Not too long after, and from a window, Hannah and Chuck saw MccLung and Lieb dragging two soldiers from their jackets to Speirs and Winters. Joe talked furiously, clearly explaining what the two men did.

Hannah chuckled cynically, knowing Speirs would have them doing the worst jobs for the Platoon.

Her happiness didn’t last long, though. After getting new clothes, returning Chuck’s sweater, she found out, alongside the rest, that they had a patrol to get to at one past midnight.

Everyone dreaded it, mostly because Second Platoon had lost the most people since Bastogne, and they still wanted them to do a senseless mission. They were ordered to cross the river into German territory and take prisoners to get intel.

They still had hours to kill before heading to enemy territory, so Hannah decided to find some place to nap, after fixing and cleaning her guns and getting more ammo.

She wandered around Second Platoon’s house until she found a room on the second floor. She opened the door, walking inside, and instantly found a sleeping body on top of the bed.

“What? What?!” it said startled and looked up. Hannah didn’t notice at first but as soon as some light shone through the bullet holes on the wooden panels in the window, she saw Grant’s face.

“Oh, sorry Chuck, I was looking for some place to sleep, I’ll leave you to—,”

“No, no, it’s fine… we can share,” he said from the dark, she could hear his hand patting the bed.

Hannah thought for a second. She was exhausted, her body was still cold and there probably wasn’t a better bed in the whole house to nap in.

So, she closed the door behind her and left her jacket and rifle on the floor, and climbed under the wool blanket.

Under it, she was met instantly with Chuck’s warmth, her side wasn’t cold, as she expected it to be. There was calm, so much calm it was a bit unsettling for Hannah; last time she felt it, mortars fell from the sky and took her friends with the blast.

But there was something about the gentleness of Chuck’s breathing that helped her, which she couldn’t explain, but silently thanked him for it.

A few minutes passed when Hannah turned to her side, facing Chuck, who was already positioned on his side. She was unable to fall fully asleep, which was normal when someone tries to relax during a war.

Hannah just stayed there in silence, eyes closed, her hand dropped on the mattress near her face, when she felt Chuck’s hand a few inches from hers.

For a moment, she wanted to grab it.

Hannah had noticed for a while that she was closer with Chuck than with the rest of the men. It was an odd friendship; it’s not like they talked for hours and hours on end but mostly in silence or with hushed, short conversations. But when she was with him, she didn’t feel as much fear as with the rest or alone in a foxhole.

But he had always been there for her, like she was for him. Through every loss, through every problem. There was an implicit deep trust between them that neither acknowledged with words, but with simple actions.

And to her, he was certainly an attractive man; with dirty blonde hair, an inviting smile, always polite and shy. And Hannah knew she had felt sometimes a bit of a butterfly in her stomach when he smiled at her.

Suddenly, her thoughts were hushed when she felt his fingers wrap around hers.

Hannah didn’t open her eyes, afraid they would show how much speed her blood pressure gained in a split second. But she did reciprocate, after a moment, moving her hand so his fingers intertwined with hers.

Neither moved, neither spoke nor opened their eyes. And finally, both fell asleep until Liebgott woke them up a couple of hours later.

He opened the door loudly, letting in some light. Both Hannah and Chuck sat up quickly, startled and disheveled, looking at Joe like he was crazy.

Joe looked at both with a deep, playful smirk before saying, “We have the meeting at CP in ten minutes, let’s go, come on.”

Thankfully, Joe didn’t notice that Hannah and Chuck were still holding hands under the sheet; but when they caught it, as Lieb left, they quickly unwrapped them and rushed to get their things, without saying another word to each other.

///

Night came around nicely.

Both Hannah and Chuck were enjoying their time. Hannah had clearly relaxed, mostly after they had talked about what happened to the NCO, feeling like she had let go of a heavy weight she carried on her shoulders.

Charles offered for her to stay for dinner when the brunette said she still had to walk her dog, even though she knew Angelina had probably done that already. He insisted, saying the leftovers taste even better reheated on the grill.

Hannah laughed and agreed to stay, as long as she could help with it. Her day has been better than expected, way better. But she still had that small pebble in her shoe about her feelings towards Chuck. A part of her yelled that she should come clean to him, and be done with it, no matter the result. The other part also yelled that his friendship was more valuable than risking it for something more.

But the tiny voice in her head still insisted with No, no! He doesn’t feel that way. He hasn’t flirted with you, or showed some clear sign of attraction, Hannah! Have dinner and pretend it’s all good.

“Hey, can I ask you something? This might sound a bit weird,” Hannah said, with a sneaky smile while Chuck revamped the grill. The former NCO just nodded in response. “Why aren’t you married?”

Chuck snorted, looking surprised and slightly offended. “Aren’t you the one that used to complain that women are always pressured to get married, and maybe they shouldn’t if they don't want to?” He asked, almost complaining.

Hannah laughed and put her hands up in her defense.

“I don’t mean it like that, Charles Grant! I just… I’m surprised a man like you, who does all this, isn’t at least dating someone,” she clarified.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t dating someone,” he replied, without looking at her.

There it is! So, that’s what it's like to get your heart punched, huh?

“Oh, yeah, I mean—Of course, sorry–,” Hannah added, suddenly stumbling upon her words as she felt her hands shake slightly.

Chuck snorted again, this time a hearty laugh escaping his lips.

“I’m not Hannah, I’m not seeing anybody at the moment,” he added, smiling as he moved the charcoal around the grill.

Hannah had a rush of anger suddenly, wanting to throw something at him and yell you fucking asshole, I’m in love with you, do not do that to me!!!

But she held herself in, looking rather unphased, and just nodded disapprovingly.

“I, well… I haven’t met the right woman, you know? I’ve seen some people, yeah. Babe set me up once with this redhead who could’ve been Malarkey’s sister for all I knew and it was going good at first but… Fuck, I was so bored!” he said, showing the annoyance in his face at the memory. “She was nice and all, but she was just… so fucking boring. She talked about her hair and stuff she does with her lady friends and she hated when I told stories about the war.”

Now it was Hannah’s turn to laugh. “She hated it? Why?”.

“Who the fuck knows, maybe it was too g—ory for her, or she didn’t want to hear that one of the men was being called ‘Gonorrhea’. Hell, she didn’t even want to hear how I got the scar in my head or rather, the explanation of my slurring when I speak and my lack of strength on my left side,” Chuck said and sounded rather offended.

“Someone has to either appreciate your scar and the sequels, or get the fuck out of your way,” Hannah said, approaching him with a beer in hand. “Don’t ever feel ashamed for that, Chuck, I’m not ashamed of having one ear, honestly. I think it’s pretty nice. Who can say that is different when their bodies are complete and in perfect state?”.

“It’s boring, isn’t it?” he added.

“You and me, Chuck, are different. And that’s good. Toye and Guarnere have one less leg each, they’re fucking awesome too.”��

Hannah’s heart leaped at the sight of Chuck looking suddenly proud of himself, and when he looked at her to clink their bottles, she could’ve sworn that, if she had the ovaries, she would’ve kissed him right there and then.

///

After dinner and a few more laughs, Hannah called it a night.

Her heart felt slightly heavy for not having dared to confess what she was there to do in the first place.

“Well, my dear Grant, I have to head home,” she said, as she put plates down the water in sink.

“Already?” Chuck replied, looking surprised.

“It’s almost ten in the night!” she exclaimed, drying her hands on a towel that hung from the oven door handle.

“Want me to call you a cab? Lieb is probably still around working with his.”

“No, don’t worry, I’ll walk. It’s fine,” Hannah replied, and started walking towards the door with Chuck on tow.

Both stood on the porch, looking around the calm neighborhood. Hannah was feeling so ashamed of herself, slapping herself mentally every second that passed.

“Well, Hannah, this was a great surprise,” Chuck started, breaking her thoughts for a moment, “we should do this more often, maybe with the guys, sometime, before winter leaves us secluded in our homes.”

“Of course, but let’s not wait two years this time,” she replied, with a smile creeping up her lips, looking at him. God, how can someone dare be this good looking?

Chuck proceeded to hug her like when he opened the door past noon, when she showed up at his doorstep. Hannah reciprocated, and drowned herself once again in his cologne, not wanting to let go or stop feeling his hands around her body.

“See ya, Davis,” Chuck said as she walked down the steps and she took one last look at him before heading home.

You fucking wuss, you fucking wuss, you fucking wuss, you fucking, pathetic w—

“Hannah! Wait!”

Chuck’s voice startled her as she was reaching the crossroad, when she turned around to find him running towards her.

Her heart raced, wondering why the hell was he yelling at her for. Maybe she had forgotten something. Yeah, that’s all, I might have forgotten my… keys?

“Hannah, wait, I… I have to tell you something and this can’t wait…” Chuck started as soon as he caught up to her. “Listen, this might sound weird but… a while ago I—you appeared in a dream of mine. You were talking to me after I got shot and you were begging me to not forget you.”

“Hannah, I took it upon myself to find you but I was meeting only dead ends, the Army wouldn’t help me so I had to… fuck, I had to find Winters and ask him for your information. God, that was embarrassing, but you know Winters, he didn’t hesitate to help. I had your address and phone numbers for months, but I never had the guts to go knock on your door… I thought you might have forgotten me, but… I never forgot about you,”

“I never forgot how we shared a foxhole during our hardest time. I never forgot how we slept in that bed and held hands in the dark. I never forgot how you took care of me when I had that one panic attack in Bastogne, and everything else,”

“What I mean, Hannah, is… I love you. I can’t date other women because they’re not you, and all I want is you. So… please, don’t leave. Not now. I couldn’t believe my eyes when you showed up at my door, fuck, I thought I was dreaming or dead. You had found me and I—,”

Before Chuck could follow through with his speech, Hannah took him by the face and kissed him.

It was bruising, it was desperate and filled with love. Chuck wrapped his arms around her body, bringing her impossibly close to his body as her fingers found his hair.

The anticipation was their favorite feeling. They both sensed how long they waited for that to happen, so they sank deeper into it.

It went on for a few minutes, the night time seemed to have stopped for both, like everything had disappeared except for them.

After they parted, both panting, their foreheads connected, Hannah opened her eyes and found Chuck’s cheeks stained with tear trails and that explained the salty taste in his lips. That made her smile widely as she still held his hand between hers.

“Can you—do you want to s–spend the night with me?” Chuck asked, opening his eyes finally.

Hannah just smiled widely, pecking his lips as she pulled him by the wrist towards his house.

///

Making love to someone you have craved for years makes the hours longer.

Both Hannah and Chuck were sure of that while the latter moaned loudly as Hannah rode him; his hands were bruising against her hips as she moved, holding herself in his shoulders, kissing him every now and again.

Hannah never thought she would see Chuck like this. With sweat rolling down his forehead, his lips swollen and his eyes squeezed shut; to see his naked torso and his chest heaving up and down, which was covered in different scars that only made him even better looking in her opinion.

The man was almost ethereal in the dim light of his bedroom.

She enjoyed every bit of him as much as she could, like that could’ve been a fleeting figment of her imagination that she had to hold tight between her fingers before it could slip away.

But reality brought her back when she felt the pain of his fingers digging into her hips. Hannah didn’t mind one bit.

She just loved to see how overwhelmed with pleasure he was, how he propped himself into his elbows, wrapping a hand around her bottom to carry both into the bed frame so he could sit and find her lips with his as he rode into his climax.

Of course, Chuck being the gentleman he was, caring, he helped Hannah ride into hers, enjoying how she cried out his name loudly like it was the best song he had ever heard.

///

Chuck’s fingers ran down Hannah’s bare shoulders, enjoying the dampness. It was soft, it was warm and it also a tad bit freckled. His fingertips followed down her arm until they met her face, that laid upon the back of her hands as she laid in her stomach.

Her eyes were closed but she was still awake. Hannah was just soaking on everything that happened through the day, and now, through the night, as the clock ticked into two in the morning.

Chuck sat parallel to her, and his fingertips went all the way back to walk down her shoulder blades, into the deep line of her spine, meeting a few moles spread out here and there, which sent very slight tickles to the brunette.

“I kind of can’t believe this just happened” he muttered, turning to lay his head on the small of her back. He could feel the vibration of the small laugh she let go at his comment.

“Me neither, Chuck… but I, uh… I have a confession, which I think will make you laugh,” Hannah replied.

“Do go on…” he replied.

“You told me you looked for my information with Winters, right?” Hannah asked.

“Right”.

“Well, when I looked for you too… I did the same,” she said and felt his head suddenly turn to her at her words, “and when I said your name, he gave me a weird look, but now I know it was a ‘I know something important about this that you don’t know’ look”.

“So, wait, we l—ooked for each other in the past few months, and we did exactly the same shit?” he said, struggling slightly.

Hannah heard the clicker of the lighter and looked back at him, lightning a cigarette with a shit eating grin sprawled upon his lips.

“Exactly what I’m saying,” she replied, laying her head back down.

“Another reason why I would like to marry you, then,” he added, like it was nothing.

What he didn’t notice was the speed in which Hannah’s eyes widened and her heart started thumping inside her rib cage.

“I’m sorry?!” she asked, sounding a tad bit anxious. Chuck was never one to say rushed things like that.

“The first reason is how powerful and relentless you were and still clearly are. You know how I know that?” he asked, and she could feel his smile still in his lips.

“No, how?”

“When you confronted Sobel before we went to Holland. Of course, I didn’t know at the moment the amount of feelings I had for you, but… I think I did have some of them roaming inside me,” Chuck said, like he was the one who stood up to Herbert Sobel, “but that was just plain hot,” he finalized, and turned to look at her; Hannah was just looking at him like he was crazy.

The night before, everyone was cheering for their job. They were done, they were bound to the States and all the Easy Company wanted to do was drink and laugh.

For everyone’s demise, Lipton announced how they were heading back into war, to Holland, killing the mood instantly.

As the replacements were getting helped and guided by Bull, rather than Cobb, who could only brag about stuff he never ever did; Chuck was packing her stuff near Malarkey, Bill and Hannah.

“I swear I thought by this time I was gonna be home, with a hundred in my pocket, flowers for my mama and nearing Christmas with my nieces and nephews” Malarkey said, fixing his bayonet. The rest scoffed, still bitter by the news.

“I miss the coffee from hometown, there’s this beautiful place in Hamstown Square, it’s very small and cozy, and the pastries are the most delicious I’ve ever had” Hannah said, looking like she was talking about the love of her life.

“Guys, look!” Bull said, interrupting them, pointing to their right.

On a jeep, carrying some stuff behind it, sat Herbert Sobel, their former CO, the nightmare that trained them back in Toccoa. Hannah knew she didn’t train with him as much as the rest, but a year with that man was more than enough.

“Fuck, no…” Hannah whispered so just the boys around her heard her “No, not him”.

“Don’t—Pretend he’s not here,” Malarkey said to her, tying the loose ends of her parachute to her shoulders as Skip came to them scowling like the rest. “Y’all too, do not look at him”.

Neither obliged, all of them stared at the man passing by.

“The hell is he doing here?” Skip wondered, without getting an answer.

Sobel walked in a straight line near the men as the truck behind his jeep unloaded, looking between the men with his usual air of superiority untouched.

Unlucky for Hannah, he had met her eyes not too long after, and the man approached her, before the rest could make themselves scarce.

“Still alive, uh… Davis?” Sobel asked, scowling at the brunette.

“Pretty much, sir. Still teaching at that school… somewhere?” she answered, provoking a few small gasps around her. Sobel scowl just deepened.

“Do not disrespect me with that tone, private” the taller man threatened, his jaw clenching tight.

“Earn the respect, like you once taught us, and I won’t,” Hannah replied, her tone dripping with bitterness and irony. She felt a hand in her shoulder and knew one of the men was probably trying to calm her down. “You came here and act surprised that I’m still alive? No, I deserve more than that, sir”.

“You shut your mouth right now, private! This—this is the reason why women shouldn’t be allowed in the army; they’re too emotional!” Sobel exclaimed, almost yelling to get attention, which only made Hannah even more furious.

“If you were in our command, if you were our leader, we would all be dead right now. Don’t you remember that drill we did back in England? Why do you think you were ‘promoted’? And no, I’m not scared of you, go write me up if you want to; Winters is south of the camp, third tent on the right. Colonel Sink is in the next tent to his, the fourth one,” Hannah felt like she couldn’t stop, her anger overcoming her; mountains of words and feelings that were accumulating, finally leaving her chest.

Chuck couldn’t believe the words that came out of her.

Everyone awaited without breathing for an answer, a yell from Sobel, something. But nothing came, he just scowled, breathed hard, and before anyone took a breath again, he turned around tight in his heel and left to the back of the truck.

Hannah took a breath and turned around to finish prepping, when she found many of her fellow paratroopers smiling at her, some nodding in approval even. Johnny Martin crossed by her side, squeezing her arm, as he whispered a small “good one” for her.

“I fucking hate him, that felt really good”, she said to Chuck, turning to adjust his jumpsuit.

Chuck just stared at her, feeling hard to believe what just went through. Their former NCO was just bashed in front of everyone, and no one, not even one paratrooper came in his defense.

His eyes roamed through her face as she fixed his suit and talked about something he wasn’t paying attention to. Suddenly, he was looking at her in a different way, one that would grow over time during the war.

///

The night caught up to Chuck and Hannah, both deep asleep on his bed. The brunette laid her head in his shoulder, on her side, while he was laid in his back, with his cheek against her forehead.

Though around dawn, Chuck’s body started to shook. It came softly at first, just a few twitches, until it became a whole storm inside him.

Hannah stirred up and saw how every muscle in his arms and chest were clenched, and he muttering something she couldn’t comprehend. Clearly, he was having a nightmares. The nightmares that seemed to never end, which felt like a punishment that everyone had to endure post war.

The brunette placed her hands around his head as she whispered, “Chuck, Chuck, it’s okay, it’s just a dream, wake up, love, wake up.”

His eyes shot open, looking terrified as he gasped for air, his hands fumbling to find her.

“Hannah, Hannah!” He exclaimed, as he finally met her eyes. His body was shaking until he realized she was there, looking down at him, with a tired, disheveled smile.

“It’s okay, love, I’m here, I’m here,” she replied, running her fingers through his hair, kissing his cheek before looking down at him again.

The first light of the sun shining through the white curtains, illuminating both with such warmth it made Hannah’s heart swell.

“I’m sorry, I’m s—sorry, Hannah, this still happens…” he explains, his hand tight on her side.

But Hannah just smiles sweetly at him, “it still happens to me too, Chuck, it’s okay, there’s nothing to be sorry about,” she explains, admiring his deep blue eyes.

“Can you… can you sing to me?” He asked, sounding almost embarrassed to ask for it.

The touch of your lips upon my face

Your lips that are cool and sweet

Such tenderness lies in their soft caress

My heart forgets to beat

The touch of your hands upon my head

The love in your eyes, ashine

And now at last, the moment divine

The touch of your lips, the love in your eyes

The touch of your lips on mine

Chuck closed his eyes as her singing filled his ears. He haven’t felt peace like at that moment, not since the war. Hugging his mother, playing cards with his brothers or the men from the Company brought joy, but peace; peace came from Hannah, wearing his shirt, at dawn, singing to him.

And it was the same for Hannah.

Both knew the nightmares will continue to haunt them, and that their lives will go on, but at least, they were going to go through it together.

And that was more than enough for them. ///

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers imagine #chuck grant imagine #chuck grant x oc #chuck grant fanfic #charles grant #charles e grant #fanfiction #hbo war #war fanfic #my work #joseph liebgott #richard winters #nolan hemmings #eugene jackson #eugene roe #dailyreblogs

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scoutdolphin · 4 years ago

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Rekka Nerva’s Entrance Exam!

Hello! This is my entry for @taiyuu-oct I hope you enjoy!

If Rekka had to choose something he hates, it would be trains. Especially this train. They're so boring! You can't even look out at some beautiful scenery because this is an underwater train. There's a whole lotta nothing. Rekka felt like he could explode from the energy he had stored up this whole morning. His leg wouldn't stop bouncing. Was he annoying everyone? Maybe. He did see someone with space hair suddenly get up and leave the cart. But he couldn't stop. He'll apologise later.

"3 minutes until Taiyuu Station."

Rekka almost bounced in excitement. "Finally! Let's get this show on the road!"

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Rekka knew this was coming but he was still annoyed. Yes, he knows that everyone needs to know what to do but after the written exam, Rekka just wanted to get to the action already! He couldn't help it when his attention started to wander to the people around him. There were different levels of interesting people, ranging from a pink haired girl he didn't remember seeing to a weird galaxy man. But appearances didn't really matter to him! He looks like a demon after all, so appearances aren't very telling. Never judge a book by its cover! But, he couldn't keep his eyes off a small person with really long hair. Either they have a hair quirk, or extreme dedication to never have a haircut. He'll ask later! MIght scope out some quirks while he’s at it.

"Aaand that's all the info you need! The teachers will be handing out sheets saying what activities you were assigned and when they'll happen. Have fun hero hopefuls!" The principal, Laccadaisy, walked off stage with a beam as the teachers, Wolfsboon and Aurora, started calling out names.

"Ah crap-I wasn't listening!" Rekka shakes his head and looks around. "I'm sure I'll be okay! I'm not great at reading and writing stuff but this is just like a gym class! ... Hopefully. I'm good at that!"

“Nerva Rekka?”

Almost on cue, Aurora calls out his name and Rekka starts shuffling his way through the crowd. “Ah-yes I’m here!”

“Here you go. You’ve got Shaky Shimmy, Middle School gym Class and Just Keep Swimmin’! Good luck!” Aurora handed off the sheet to Rekka with a smile before moving on. A quick scan of the paper showed that Rekka wouldn’t have to wait long for his rounds, and Rekka could feel the relief washing over him. The last two seemed very self explanatory but… What would Shaky Shimmy hold for him? Rekka couldn’t wait to find out.

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… Well. The name makes sense now. Rekka stands on the starting line with a handful of other students as they all watch the land in front of them quickly morphing and changing. Rekka takes a deep breath and wipes the nervous sweat from his brow. Laccadaisy raises her arm.

“On your marks-”

Everyone sans the galaxy energy man gets down into a sprinting start position.

“Get set-”

Rekka looks over at Andrew? “I think that was his name…”

“Go!”

“Ah!” Rekka stumbles as he brings his focus back to the race, noticing everyone is already ahead of him. He’s a fast runner but he’s never ran on a track like this! Rekka runs, jumps and weaves his way around the shifting landscape, laughing all the while. No reason to not have fun after all!

But time seems to stand still as a space haired boy ahead of him starts falling backwards when the land starts rising suddenly. He could let him fall. But that’s not very heroic, is it? Rekka picks up speed and stretches his arms out, scooping the boy by the arms and loosely holding him by the chest. Some flames instinctively flare out from Rekka’s back in the shape of wings, almost flapping to lift the two over the newly formed ledge. It takes a few seconds for the boy to start running again, so Rekka lets go quickly. “Be careful yo!” Rekka doesn’t leave time for the other boy to respond before focusing back onto the course.

Rekka collapses onto the floor in a vague sitting position when he crosses the finish line. He wasn’t last- but he wasn’t first. As Rekka was melting in the sun, something blocked said sun from his eyes. It was space hair boy. Naishin-Sunomu Isejin. “You alright?”

Rekka smiles and sits up. “Yea! Just needed to catch my breath! Ah- Naishin-Sunomu right? You have a sand quirk right?”

Rekka watches as Isejin waves his hand, red sand emanating from it. “At your service, want me to pay you back?”

“I wouldn’t phrase it like that but- I have Middle School Gym Class next and I was wondering if you could add some grit to my hands? Y’know, to make it easier to climb.” Rekka laughs sheepishly.

“Sure! Be careful though, if you breathe it in, it’ll go super the other way and you’ll fall asleep and fall off the rope.” Isejin takes his hands and sprinkles some sand onto them.

Rekka grins and rubs his hands together. “Thank you! Good luck with your other things!”

Isejin nods in thanks as Rekka walks to his next task, trying to keep his hands away from his face.

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As Rekka looks up at the rope hanging from the wall, he ‘Hmm, no not that right now’ they had a feeling they weren’t going to do well, especially when they heard whispers of it being one try only. There wasn’t an explicit time limit so Rekka took their time circling the rope, hands drifting to his face in thought. They slowly get their hands on the rope and wrap it around their foot. With a deep breath, they start climbing. But after a metre or two, they start feeling sleepy. “Wha? But I didn’t… breathe it in…?”

Rekka took their time circling the rope, hands drifting to his face in thought.

hands drifting to his face in thought.

hands drifting to his face.

....Fuck.

Rekka curses under their breath probably too many times as they try to keep climbing, but they were starting to slow down, limbs feeling weak. Rekka considered just giving up and dropping off. But they really didn’t want that to happen. They’ve got a good sleep repellent after all!

Rekka lifts their arm and punches themselves in the face.

They were sure that if anyone was watching them, they’d think they’re crazy but hey! It seemed to work as Rekka could feel the adrenaline starting to work it’s way through their body. The rest of the climb went by quickly because Rekka, while not the smartest, knew that one punch wasn’t going to hold off quirk-induced sleepiness for long. They slowly raise their arm and slap the ball signalling the end of the round. They all but fall to the thick floor mats and close their eyes. “I hope… no one… breathes that rope…”

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After some worried questions from the teachers and a quick nap, Rekka walked to their final round. Swimming endurance. Now, Rekka doesn’t mind the water, but they do mind their hair being extinguished and people looking at them weirdly because of it. Especially considering that Tsuya, the hair quirk person as Rekka found out, was competing as well. They really wanted to befriend a lot of people but Tsuya doesn’t seem interested, so Rekka really needs to try! They take off their tank top, revealing their glowing top surgery scars. “I hope no one here is transphobic.” Everyone hops into the water as the countdown begins.

“3”

“2”

“1”

“Go!”

Rekka kicks off the wall of the pool and starts swimming with a basic freestyle, hair sputtering out after a few strokes. They don’t bother to focus on how everyone else is doing as they try their best to keep swimming straight. They can see the stone pillars but they keep drifting off course.

It ends like how Shaky Shimmy did. Not last, but not first.

“Dammit!” Rekka flops out of the water and shakes themselves off like a dog, fire hair trying it’s best to fully reignite itself. They turn to see Tsuya looking in their general direction, so they throw up a peace sign and a grin, which causes them to turn away. Rekka frowns and walks to a locker, drying himself off with a towel and looking at their sheet.

“All done huh? Might go home then…” Rekka yawns and starts gathering their things. They take their time walking to the train station, watching as other students complete their various activities or as they walk to the station as well. Ever the social butterfly, Rekka makes small talk with various people as they wait for the train, loving the interaction despite their ever oncoming tiredness. Eventually the train arrives and all the currently leaving students start boarding. Rekka plops down onto the same seat they were on that morning and pulls out their phone, calling a contact named “dad 2.”

“Rekka honey? Are you okay?”

Rekka can’t help but chuckle at the worried tone “Yea dad I’m fine- ‘m all done with the entrance exam, I‘ll heading home soon.”

“Oh! Already? I’m so proud of you my darling.”

“Thanks dad… Can you and dad pick me up from the station? I’m a bit tired…”

“Of course, lets get some take away alright? My treat.”

“Hell yea…”

“I’ll see you later darling.”

“See ya dad.”

Rekka smiles as they hang up, pocketing their phone. They knew their dads would be proud, but it was still nice to hear anyways. The train doors close and the train starts moving towards the underground tunnel. As darkness starts engulfing the train and the gentle lights flicker on, Rekka can’t help but close their eyes. The noise of the train gently quiets their hyper mind and puts them to sleep. They think they deserve it.

Today was a good day.

#BNHA #Bnha oc #taiyuu oct #Rekka Nerva #AAAAAAAAAAAAA I p much did all of this in one sitting I'm A King of procrastination

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iiitsnotbase · 4 years ago

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Flufftober day 4: Sparklers and Fireworks!

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Ship: Cherry x Smile, Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop.

Prompt: Sparklers and fireworks.

Dynamic: Cuties, best friends, supportive sisters.

Cherry returns home for the festival and is bombarded with information.

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"Cherry!" Beaver called out, running at full speed towards him across the train station. "So you haven't taken off the headphones yet? At least tell me you're listening to music?" Cherry thought, hummed, and shook his head. He knew Beaver was used to his boring, dull responses, and he gave a cheeky grin at them. "Man, there's meant to be a band playing tonight at the festival. At least listen to thier music, it'll give you something to do on the train into the city tomorrow." Beaver nudged him in the side, and he looked at the floor.

"How're your Japanese lessons going?" Cherry attempted small talk. Beaver had been taking Japanese lessons, he could speak it but not write it, but he was trying. Cherry knew he was trying though, and he apricated him for that. He removed his headphones.

"Ok, I think, sometimes are hard but I'm managing." He threw his hands behind his head as they walked, almost elbowing people in the face as he did. "Maybe I could try and teach you Spanish!" He finished, jumping in front of him in front of the busy street. Cherry shrugged.

"No thanks." He said. Beaver lightly punched him in the arm. "Beaver." Cherry said.

"What?" He said, continuing his walk. "You could totally use it on Smile. Just call her-"

"No." Cherry said before he could finish. Knowing Beaver, he'd say something stupid, and that wouldn't be very fun for either of them because then Smile wouldn't like Cherry and then everything would fall apart and-

He stopped the thoughts where they started. This is what therapy was for. This is why he was in therapy. "Fair enough." Beaver said. "How's therapy, anyway? The headphones are off!" Cherry grabbed the ear part of his headphones and went to pull them back up, hesitated, and left them down.

"Good, I suppose. I've made a friend. He's my dormmate but he's a friend as well. Look." He pulled out his phone and showed Beaver a picture. "He's a student from America. He speaks the language though." Cherry's friend had shaggy hair, half bright green and half blue, his skin was tanned and he wore a TUV shirt. It was clear his friend had taken the picture, as he was holding the phone. Cherry was in the background, giving a peace sign. "His names Tadashi." He continued, "And he's studying literature, just like me."

"That's awesome man! I'm so happy you made a friend! Hey, look, we're here!" Beaver and Cherry had arrived at Smile's house, it was only a five minute walk from the train station. "I'll see you later!" Beaver waved and ran off, probably to go and get ready for the festival later that evening. Cherry raised a fist to the door and knocked on it three times exactly. He heard slight running feet inside of it and then the door burst open.

In the doorway stood Smile's older and younger sister, Juri and Mari. They looked different, ever so slightly. Juri had changed her glasses to a more rectangle pair and Mari had added more orange and purple to her hair. Cherry raised a hand. "Hi." He said, and Juri's face burst into a smile.

"Cherry!" She exclaimed, pulling him inside with a little too much excitement and dragging him to thier living room. "Oh, it's so good to see you again!"

"Juri, don't crowd him." Mari said, pulling her back from Cherry, and the two exchanged a glance, Cherry silently thanking her (Aside from Smile, Mari was his favourite), and glancing towards the stairs, waiting for Smile. "Oh, give us a second." Mari stood up from her spot on the couch and went over to the stairs, while Juri stayed sat with him.

"How did your exams go?" He asked her. "For University?"

"Good." She replied, shrugging. "It was a little tough being away for so long but I'm back now. I plan to use my qualification to open a store at the mall, now that the clothing brands gone under. I'm putting my name down." Cherry smiled.

"You can afford that?" He asked. She sat back and tapped her chin.

"Yeah, the mall gives you a grant if you succeed at a fair. You're a baby so you don't remember it, but when the waffle place opened up they held a fair. You see how much you can sell in one day and if you sell the most you get a grant for a month. After that you pay rent." Cherry blinked at the explanation, and took a second to process it. "It rarely happens."

"I'll have to be there then. Remind me what you're qualification is again?" He asked. He was making small talk, this was good. His therapist would be proud.

"Essentially, I'm a fully qualified chef, but I went back to a special uni to study confectionary." She smiled, "So if you ever need cooking tips, then I can do it. Oh, I made these." She ran over to the kitchen just as Mari came downstairs with Smile close behind her.

"Cherry, hi!" Smile said, running forwards and sitting next to him on the couch. Her long hair was in a bun, ready for the festival later, and her orange streak was running throughout it. She snuggled close to Cherry on the couch. He wasn't very good at intimacy, but he put his arm around her. "How's university?"

"Scary. But my dorm mate is nice." He said. "And I'm still writing." He said, and Smile laughed.

"I see them. Did Juri tell you? She's going to open her own shop!" It was Cherry's turn to laugh, lightly. "Something funny?"

"No." He replied, gently.

"I found it!" Juri came back into the room, but instead of holding a box of confectionary, she held bag from a Yukata Shop in the mall. "Here, this from all of us." She put the bag on his legs and he reached into it.

He pulled out a white yukata with cherry blossoms on it, and held it between his fingers for a while, looking at it. It's fabric was soft, and it didn't overwhelm him. He mentally thanked the girls for knowing his limits. "We're leaving in...an hour, lets get ready."

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A while into the festival, close towards the end of it, Cherry had decided to take Smile to his old spot on top of the rooftop of the mall/ He remembered days up here, a long time ago, what felt like a lifetime ago. Some of the objects were still on the roof, Cherry's poetry splattered the floor, slowly increasing in quality over time. He looked out over the town, the star-shaped streetlights lining the road that had taken them there...

The shaped...

The stars...

Smile...

"The star shaped streetlights-" He began, sitting down on the blanket with Smile who looked up at him, with stars in her eyes.

"Another haiku? Here?" She asked. "Please, I've missed it." She placed her head in his lap and looked over at where the fireworks were.

"The star shaped street lights

The long road that brought us here

Reminds me of home." He finished, and looked down at his girlfriend, stroking her hair gently. She purred happily in his lap as he stroked her hair, and then she turned to look up at him. "What?" He asked.

"Are you going to write that on Curiosity?" She asked hi, back, sleepily, letting herself shut her eyes as he played with her hair. He thought for a moment.

"Normally I would, but this feels more quiet. Personal." He looked over his hometown and the glistening lights of it, and the way it shined. He heard the noise of a firework being lit and saw it explode far away. "Smile. Open your eyes." She did, and they watched the fireworks together.

Explosions of red,

Yellow, blue, orange, purple,

Bang, lilac, bang, green.

Cherry wrote this in his head as he watched the fireworks, thinking how lucky he was.

#words bubble up like soda pop #cherry x smile #the straights are ok now #Juri deserved more screentime #Bevaer #Haiku

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yatorihell · 5 years ago

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In The Darkness Chapter 60 - Back to Hogwarts

Noragami x Harry Potter AU

Words: 2,221

Summary: The trio are back to school. Do things get worse before they get better?

A fluff-ish birthday present for myself

Also available on Yatorihell AO3

The summer passed before Yato could even think about going back to school. Most days he stayed at home – not his should-be home at Grimmauld Place –, but Yukine’s house where he had stayed for the past few years.

He was thankful he hadn’t left anything important at Grimmauld Place; he’d yet stepped foot back in that house, the emotions would be too raw to handle without falling apart altogether. Ebisu, the freed house-elf, had stayed in residence with the assurance that he would maintain the house and look after Buckbeak and Coo Phone until Yato came back - if he ever did.

Yato may have gone mad if it wasn’t for Yukine’s company and the frequent visits from Hiyori, making distractions to keep him from the headlines of wizarding tabloids that speculated where the Sorcerer was, or what attack he was planning next.

However, today the Daily Prophet brought some good news. There was a new Minister of Magic; a small woman with long, white hair that spilled down her back and eerily pale eyes that stared back at Yato from the news pages. Amaterasu, they called her; a new Minister who promised hope and strength, crackdowns on the Dark Arts, and vigilance.

As for Yato, no visions plagued him, nor invasions that split his head open and made him claw his way back to reality. But he would admit only to himself that the all-encompassing rage that had bled into his heart that night at the Department of Mysteries would creep into his nightmares with insidious intent to turn him, to make him see reason in the Dark Arts, to join the Sorcerer. Until Sakura, smiling softly and weaving into his dreams amongst the darkness, would make the darkness recede for the night and Yato would wake up with tears on his face.

It seemed the darkness had let him be in peace for now, as long as Sakura was there.

Yato sighed. It really was a miserable birthday. Now seventeen and in his final year at Hogwarts, Yato had no idea what to do with himself, and he would be even more lost without Hiyori and Yukine to keep him company in their final year.

The distant clatter of dished in the kitchen reminded him that the pair were both downstairs waiting for him, hopefully not with a lavishly small yet sad party. He wouldn’t mind cake, though.

Yato brushed his teeth and plucked at his mop of hair, deciding it would be a lost cause to battle it before showering. He made his way downstairs, the sunlight dazzling him as it shone in through the window and backlit the light, orange curtains that framed it. The kitchen was a mess of dishes and icing sugar and cake batter, and a gentle scent of sweetness emanating from the oven that Hiyori had just closed.

“Anything for me?” Yato asked.

Hiyori spun around, the loose hairs from her ponytail and fringe whipping around her face. She shoved her oven-gloved hands as if they would reveal what she and Yukine were up to, despite the batter on her clothes and the tell-tale sprinkling of flour over Yukine’s blue apron.

“Not yet,” Yukine replied. He didn’t seem too bothered about being caught in the act – it was to be expected as Yato always woke up just before noon.

Yukine untied the apron strings behind his back and took it off over his head. “Happy birthday, old man.”

“Happy birthday!” Hiyori chimed in. She had removed her oven mitts and placed them on the side, highlighting the three small presents on the countertop.

Yato’s eyebrow quirked at the biggest, lumpiest, broom-shaped object that lay against the drawers. It was wrapped haphazardly in brown parcel paper and string with no note.

Yukine caught Yato’s look and smirked, knowing what he was thinking. “No, I didn’t buy you a new broom. I got Ebisu to send your Nimbus over so we can try out for Quidditch again.”

Yato blinked. They had left their teams following the Triwizard Tournament, and even then the entire Quidditch Cup had been cancelled that year. The Sorcerer’s return among other things had left no time for Quidditch between the Order of the Phoenix and exams.

“Why are we trying out for Quidditch, again?” Yato asked, rather stupidly.

Hiyori rolled her eyes. “It’s your last year at Hogwarts, you need to go out in a blaze of glory. You don’t want to disappoint your fans.”

Yato’s look lingered on Hiyori at the word ‘fans’. She had been, in fact, a fan of his since she saw him play for the first time. He wondered if that was still the case.

“That is,” Hiyori continued, “if you can beat me?”

Yato caught the smirk and roll of the eyes as Yukine turned away, his hands dipping into the mess of the kitchen sink as he began to tackle the mountain of dishes. Yato grabbed the parcel and threw it into his opposite hand, catching it without breaking eye contact. He smirked at Hiyori and ripped the paper off the broom in one fell swoop.

“That will be no problem at all.”

Yato’s other presents turned out to be a Potions for Dummies book from Yukine, who had caught wind that Yato had barely passed his Potions O.W.L.s exams the previous year. Yato groaned but thanked him regardless. He would have to start reading it if he wanted to pass his N.E.W.T.s. from Hiyori, new Quidditch gloves made of moleskin, tailored for the harsher Quidditch months in the winter.

The final present was more of a sentimental piece Ebisu had also sent over – Sakura’s wand case. Her actual wand had been lying on his bedside for months after Madame Kofuku had returned it to him, but now he could lay it to rest and keep it safe. Yato smiled down at the box and slipped it into his trouser pocket without a word.

“I’m gunna go get dressed.”

Yukine hummed in response to Yato’s announcement, dish suds up his arms already and small bubbles floating down to his bare feet, whereas Hiyori made a few noises that sounded like ‘okay’ as he flashed an appreciative smile at her.

Only when Hiyori saw him like this did she find herself lingering on him for a tad longer, her chest burning at the lazy smiles he so often threw her way. She pretended not to notice the way her heart flipped over. Half-awake and hair spiked up like a road-kill magpie, toothpaste in the corner of his lips and its scent that just about reached her as he turned away, blue eyes that could kill a girl…

Hiyori turned the thoughts away and pushed down the warming buzz in her cheeks and shoved the oven mitts back on.

Now was not the time for romance.

The Hogwarts Express rolled out of Kings Cross Station at eleven o’clock on an unusually foggy September morning.

The carriages and hallways were once again alive with first-year students on their way to their brand-new school, robes and all their precious things packed and stored away in small towers in the rear carriages. Yato, Hiyori and Yukine fought their way into an empty compartment and tried to ignore the whizzbangs and pops of colour that would explode every now and again against their doors window, and settled into the long slug ahead of them.

Yato buried his head in his Potions for Dummies book, ignoring the scenery change from urban metropolis to rolling fields and grazing sheep the further north they ventured. He grumbled every now and again, swearing that he would have to use all his free periods to do Potions if he stood a chance.

Hiyori smiled at the top of Yato’s head before glancing back out of the window, seeing the rising peaks of distant mountains over the top of Yukine’s head that signalled that they were nearly there.

The sky had begun to darken as the Hogwarts Express rolled over the outskirts of Hogsmeade when Yato threw his book back into his bag.

Yato groaned loudly and stretched his arms up until his fingers touched the ceiling. “I’m starving, I’m going to get something for the ride up to school. Want anything?”

Yukine and Hiyori both shook their heads in reply – they had been smart enough to bring lunch rather than try to get in on the pumpkin pasties, a feat that Yato was going to try and accomplish now. With a grumble, Yato ventured out of the carriage.

The hallways were quiet except for a few loose chocolate frogs that fled from the sound of Yato’s muffled footsteps on the plush red carpet. The blinds were drawn on almost every compartment he passed through, no doubt first-year students changing into their robes in preparation for their introduction to the school.

The train clattered and rattled, swaying Yato from side to side as he made his way further down the train. Yato felt his way down the corridor, the distant lights from sleepy villages not enough to light his way and the filtered lights from compartments only sending slivers of gold onto the floor.

Yato paused, his ears detecting the faintest noise that sounded like a whimper. He looked behind himself, finding the hallway as vacant as before. He took a step, shrugging it off before it came again.

A squeak of the train? A branch against the window?

Yato frowned and his eye caught on the compartment door on his left, slightly ajar and rocking back and forth on its railings with dull, methodical thumps.

“You good in there?” Yato asked. The interior was dark aside from the occasional orange flicker that flashed through the window, apparently vacant until the noise came again.

“Help…”

The faintest voice had Yato startled, but within the next second his hand was pushing the door wide open, his voice catching in his throat and one foot in the room that exploded with blue light.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

Yato’s body jolted, every joint locking into place and making him keel over face-first into the compartment. He pushed the air from his lungs in a groan, his words trapped and unable to see who was pulling on his shoulders, dragging him fully into the compartment.

Short breathes came from his attacker, followed by a sweetly vindictive voice. “Father wants to have a word with you, Yaboku.”

Nora.

Yato wanted to curse her but all he could manage was another forced grunt, his nose pressed into the carpet that smelled like hundred-year-old pastries. He could feel the train gliding to a halt, accompanied by the growing swarm of students flooding out onto the platform.

“I’ll see you at home, Yaboku.” Nora stepped around Yato, her school robes brushing against his face and the door slamming shut behind her.

Yato wheezed another breath out, willing someone to come to find him, but the clamour outside and the dimness of the carriage would blot out his paralyzed body lying on the floor until the spell wore off. By that time, he would be well on his way back to London.

Agonising minutes passed, Yato fighting the immovable curse to the point of exhaustion until he was breathing shallow and rapid. This was it. He was going back to Father to be delivered on a silver platter to the Sorcerer.

The door slammed open with an almighty crash, jolting Yato from his thoughts of impending doom through his body remained perfectly still. He heard the faint gasp and swear behind him that was quickly followed by an uttered spell.

“Finite!”

Yato felt his joints unlock, aching despite only being bound for a short time and his jaw relaxed. He reached out his arms and faltered for a holding like a baby deer, cursing under his breath. He felt a hand under each armpit, being dragged up from the ground by Yukine and Hiyori along with questions of ‘are you okay?’ and ‘what the hell happened to you?’

“Nora.” Yato grunted, rolling his lower jaw and trying to make it feel less like melting butter. Yukine and Hiyori exchanged a look behind Yato’s back, their grip loosening as Yato got his bearings and exhaled. “She said Father was after me.”

Hiyori’s hand still rested on his upper arm, concern etched in her face. They hadn’t seen Nora since the Forbidden Forest when the centaurs had taken Oshi. She hadn’t even been present at the end-of-year feast, though Yato suspected she left straight after returning his mirror after she fled the forest.

Now she was back and trying to kidnap Yato.

“We saw her on the platform, she looked like she was in a rush,” Yukine replied bitterly.

Yato grumbled in return. If Father’s only option was to snatch him right outside of school, then it must have meant that he didn’t know where he nor Yukine lived. That was something to be thankful for at least.

The clamour outside on the platform had died down to a diminishing racket, students vanishing into the forest to load onto Thestral-drawn carriages that would take them to Hogwarts.

They would have a long wait to get to the castle, and something already told them that this year would not be better than the last.

#noragami #noragami aragoto #yato #yukine #hiyori #iki hiyori #nora #my writing #hp au #harry potter au #in the darkness

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kattodoroki · 6 years ago

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That’s My Wife. (Bakugou x Reader)

/What’s up you guys, back again w the shit fanfic. Hopefully, this one is enjoyable! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always nice! thank you for reading./

You and your child are stuck at home until you notice your husband left some belongings at home, so you take the chance to bring him his stuff.

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Ever since you had a child you tended to be more… well, skittish. You think your mental stability decreased by 50 percent and your anxiety increased by 100. You had a family to worry about, your husband being a pro hero, you being a ‘retired for now’ pro hero, and you and Bakugou had a whole baby to take care of. You had a pretty busy schedule. Every. Single. Day. You couldn’t complain, well sometimes you could but you would never tell anyone that, you had everything you wanted in life, even if some of the things weren’t really planned out. You knew Bakugou wasn’t very keen on having any kids, when you told him you thought he was going to self explode. What you didn’t expect that it was the exact opposite, you didn’t know what parasite bite him to make him not leave you, telling you he didn’t want it. Maybe it was the crying that got him to go easy on you. You remember him holding you and caressing your cheek, telling you it was going to be okay and that he wasn’t going anywhere, that’s when you fell in love with him for the hundredth time.

That was over two years ago, but your mind still recalls all the things your husband does for you, when you feel like everything is falling apart, you know he’ll be right behind you. But of course you couldn’t think much often, your two year old child always being the center of your attention. Thinking back to the time when Bakugou would get mad at you saying, “You always spend time with that damn baby.” But you knew he was always kidding because he always spent as much time with the baby too. You couldn’t help but feel warmness course through your body at the thought of Bakugou calming down and spending time with you both, you’re just glad that as time went on he grew to become a much calmer man.

Today was, unfortunately, wasn’t that day, your husband was yelling at you from across the house. You tried to hear what he wanted from you as your two year old tugged at your pant leg, asking for more food. You gave your child a motion with your hand, teaching them patience, you also wanted Bakugou to stop yelling or you were going to lose your marbles. You were about to yell for Bakugou but he came crashing through the kitchen yelling about his hero costume, his hair looking messier than usual, eyes wide with worry, freaking out because he had to go into work soon.

You stood up and made your way over to him, shaking his bare shoulders, “Please calm down.” You looked into his eyes, wanting to be direct with him. He sighed and broke away from you, plopping down on a chair at the kitchen table. Your child stared at Bakugou as he sat in his underwear, head in his hands, trying to figure out where his stupid uniform was. Obviously, your child couldn’t care less about his dumb uniform, making their way from the spot on the floor to their father. Bakugou looked up when your child tugged on his arm, you watched your husband smile at the child and proceed to pick them up, laying them in his lap. You thought you were going to melt.

You mirrored his sigh, “I’m sorry, I haven’t seen it. Have you tried the laundry?” He looked up at you in disbelief, he set your child back down on the ground. He stood up, now going to where the laundry was. Grumbling about how you were always right and that he was stupid for not checking the ‘stupid fucking laundry’. All you could do was laugh as he brought out his wrinkled costume with a frown. You offered to iron it for him but he pushed past you saying it was too late and had to go to work because he was already running late. You heard the bedroom door slam and waited for Bakugou to return. You couldn’t help but start laughing again as he wore his wrinkled suit. He growled at you, telling you to ‘shut your damn mouth’ and saying it wasn’t funny. You cooed at him and giggled, telling him to have a good day at work, all he did was shake his head, indicating that he wasn’t going to. He gave you a quick kiss on the check and hugged your child, telling them to be good for you. You finally closed the front door with a sigh, now leaving only you and your child in the house.

When Bakugou finally got to work he knew his day was going to get only worse. First, his sidekick had called in, saying that they were sick with the stomach flu. Bakugou wasn’t stupid, just pissed that he was being lied to. Second, he had too much paperwork he could handle, he could have his employees do it but he knew they wouldn’t do it the way he wanted it done. Lastly, he had over five meetings today, he wanted nothing more than to go back home and cuddle in bed with you and his child.

After online shopping and cleaning up your child’s toys for the hundredth time you grew hungry, hell, your child was also starting to ask when lunchtime was. You took them in the kitchen, setting them up in their high chair, you walked to the fridge and opened it. You glanced around, looking for something you could easily make, you stopped when you saw your husband’s bento box, shit, he had probably accidentally left it here when in a hurry. In fact, you also saw he left his briefcase on the kitchen table too. You shut the fridge, thinking about your schedule for the day, you didn’t think you’d be that busy. You would be happy to help your husband out and bring him his belongings needed for work, his agency wasn’t that far from your home. You packed your child a sandwich and a snack for yourself, you grabbed everything that belonged to your husband and made his way to his agency.

When Bakugou’s second meeting came to an end he knew he had to restrain himself from blowing up the whole city. It was only 3 p.m. and he was already pissed off beyond measure. All he wanted to do was relax in his office for a couple minutes before he was going to get thrown back into the stressful workday. He called the receptionist and his assistant telling them not to bother him and if anyone asks for him no matter what that he is busy and doesn’t want to be bothered. They had given him the okay and obeyed his rules, he was satisfied when he didn’t get a call for twenty minutes, he hoped it stayed that way.

You fed your fussy child on the train, telling them it would only take a couple of more minutes before they got to see their dad when you had reminded them they would always get excited. When the train made to a complete stop you grabbed everything and made your way to the street that the agency was on, you didn’t bother calling your husband and telling him you were coming, you wanted it to be a surprise after all. When you finally got to the giant building you managed to get your child inside with your husband’s bento box and suitcase. Opening the big, glass door you were shocked by how many people were inside the lobby, you huffed and started walking to the elevator.

“Excuse me.” You stopped like a deer in headlights, the receptionist had stopped you. You noticed that you had never met her before, she must be new. Bakugou never told you about any new people he hired, only complained about the bad employee’s and when he was going to fire them, you always loved some good drama at the workplace.

She continued, “You can’t go into the elevator, you need an appointment first.”

You smiled, “Well, I’m-”

She stopped you, “I don’t care who you are, do you have an appointment?”

Your smile faltered, “Well no but-”

She gave you a smirk, “Write your name on the clipboard and I will get to you when I can.”

You couldn’t help but get upset, why was she being so mean? Did Bakugou train this woman himself? You chuckled at the thought, but you soon forgot about it when you had to write your dumb name on the stupid clipboard, you huffed going to sit down in the lobby, fed up with the current situation you were in. You tried to convince her you knew Bakugou and that you had things for him but she wasn’t buying it since ‘a lot of girls tried to do that’. You watched as the crown in the lobby started to get smaller, it had only been 5 minutes but you really wanted to see your husband. You tried calling him but of course, your phone had died on the train when your child kept playing on it. You went back to the desk, maybe if you tried to be nice she would understand and let you through.

You smiled, “Excuse me?” Getting her attention she looked up at you, “How much longer is it going to be? I really need to see him.”

She gave you a fake smile, “And I need a pay raise. It’ll be another thirty minutes.”

You furrowed your brow, you couldn’t wait another thirty minutes, “Is there any way you can call him or?” You asked.

“He specifically gave me instructions not to call him, he’s very busy.” She smiled again.

You wouldn't believe it, you felt like you were going to blow a fuse, but you needed to keep your calm, “Just call him, please.”

She smiled, “Fine, I’ll call him, but I believe he is busy.” She picked up the phone and started to dial a number, you just hoped she was actually calling your husband.

Bakugou was currently laid out on his couch, eyes closed, enjoying the peacefulness on his break. Unfortunately, the peacefulness was cut when he heard his phone ring, he opened his eyes and forced himself to get up from the couch. He yawned and streched, “I thought I told them not to have anyone fucking call me.” He wondered out loud. He got up and moved to his chair, was it even worth answering? As far as he knew you were okay, safe and sound at home with his child. At least that’s what he hoped, he stared at the ringing phone in worry. What if you were in trouble? What if a villain got you? He shook his head, refusing to answer the phone. He knew you were strong and could protect yourself and your child from a pathetic villain. Plus, he doubted a villain would even go near you, everyone knew not to mess with his family.

The receptionist sighed and put the phone back with a click, “He didn’t answer.”

You sighed, “Call him back, please.”

You didn’t want to sound desperate but you also didn’t want to spend all day sitting in the lobby waiting for the receptionist to comply and let you upstairs. You reminded Bakugou countless times to get you your own I.D. card for his agency, he always told you that he was going to get to it but you knew how busy he was and you always forget to remind him. This was just karma you had to deal with, not being authorized to visit your own husband at his workplace.

She gave you the fake smile again and you thought you were going to go insane, “Ma’am,” She said, “I need you to calm down or I’m going to call security.”

You sighed, “I’m. Calm. I’m. Good.” You stated and went back to your seat. You played with your child, wanting to keep them entertained so they wouldn’t start crying out of boredom. You looked up at the receptionist to see if she was busy, you noticed she was on the phone. Maybe with Bakugou? Either way, you eyed her suspiciously.

Bakugou heard the phone ring again, he let out an annoyed huff as he went to answer it, after the second ring he answered, “Ground Zero speaking.” He said in a bored tone.

A cherry voice filled his ears, “Yes, Ground Zero! This is your receptionist.”

He grew even more annoyed, “What is it?” He asked, wanting her to get straight to the point.

She sighed, “There’s this lady down here in the lobby, saying she knows you? I forgot her name, but she keeps yelling at me to call you, I’m just glad you picked up finally. I was scared she was going to hurt me.”

Bakugou laughed, “Do you know what they wanted?”

“They wanted to see you. She said that she has some things for you?” She asked, wanting to confirm if it was true or not.

Bakugou got confused, “I don’t think I have anyone coming to bring me anything.” He looked over his schedule, knowing he would get in trouble if he accidentally missed a meeting.

“Do you want me to call security to kick her out?” She asked, “She’s acting like a complete bitch, even in front of her own child.” The receptionist shook her head in disbelief.

Bakugou sighed, “No, don’t do that, They said they want to see me correct? Well, I’m not doing anything and I have to go buy food anyways so I’ll meet you down there.”

“Okay, see you soon.” She said, putting the phone down.

Bakugou got up from the chair and grabbed his keys and wallet, now making his way to the door. Leaving his office he now made a beeline for the elevator, not wanting to get stopped by anyone. He finally got to the elevator, waited for it to open, when it did he stepped through and pressed the button for the lobby. Bakugou tapped his foot and looked down at his phone, mindlessly scrolling through his social media, not really caring what his friends were up to. When the elevator dinged he looked up, stepping out when the doors fully opened up. He made his way over to the receptionist desk, stopped right behind the receptionist.

He leaned down and whispered, not wanting to draw attention, “Where is this lady you were talking about?”

She looked up into the crowd that was in the lobby, trying to find you in the sea of people, noticing that a lot more people started to come in since you sat down, making it harder to find you. When she finally spotted your black shirt, and the baby in your arms.

“She’s over there.” She smirked, pointing over at you.

Bakugou looked up and followed the receptionist's finger, when his eyes laid on you he thought he was going to die.

Bakugou sighed and rubbed his temples, “That’s my wife.”

The receptionist looked up at Bakugou in horror, eyes wide. “Wha-what?” She couldn’t help but turn beet red, embarrassed that she insulted you to her boss.

“Katsuki!” Both were torn from their thoughts when they heard you call Bakugou, now walking up to the receptionist desk with your child in your arms. The child squealed and reached for their father, Bakugou didn’t protest and took the child from your arms. You smiled up at him, “I brought you your lunch and briefcase, you left them at home.”

He gave you a soft smile, “Thanks, I guess I don’t have to go buy food now.”

You gave the receptionist a smirk as Bakugou guided you to the elevator, your child now happy in his arms. The ride up the elevator was watching Bakugou asking your child questions he knew they wouldn’t answer, when the doors opened, everyone was happy to see you and your child. You waved and said your hi’s as you passed by the employee’s of your husband’s agency, making your way to his office.

You shut the door to his office, making your way inside, Bakugou sat the child down on the couch and Bakugou sat at his desk, digging into the bento box.

“What were you doing?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“Sleeping.” He told you with a mouth full of food.

You laughed, “Of course. Is that was you were busy with?”

All he did was nod, and you laughed harder, now sitting beside your child, facing your husband.

“You know, that receptionist was being a real bitch.” You told him, watching as he ate.

“Yeah, she could say the same.” He stated.

“What? How was I the one being a bitch? She wouldn’t let me through!” You were flabbergasted.

“Why didn’t you just call me on your phone?” He asked.

“It died.” You said.

Bakugou grabbed his bento box and made his way over to the couch to sit with his family, he gave some food to his child, smiling when the child took it from him.

“In her defense, she has never met you.” He instructed.

You grunted, “I can’t believe you’re picking her side. Why don’t you go marry her then?”

Bakugou gave you a disgusted look, “Never! I got everything I want here!”

You laughed, “I want only joking,” You leaned onto his shoulder, “But seriously, she had no reason to say what she said.”

Bakugou didn’t respond, he only wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. He moved his child onto his lap, he let out a relaxed sigh, “This is all I wanted to do today.” You smiled and closed your eyes, taking in the calmness.

“And sleep.” He added, now making a fake snoring sound.

You laughed and got up, now hitting his shoulder. He jolted, now getting up from his relaxed state from the sudden hit. “Katsuki!” You teased.

“Fine, Fine.” He said, leaning back into the couch, hugged his child, “I’ll fire her tomorrow.”

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