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She Used to be Mine

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Top!Natasha x Bottom!Reader

Natasha G!P — Potentially the only one I’ll ever write tbh, as it’s not exactly my thing, but someone had asked me to write one and it fit the idea for this fic.

Dick riding, unprotected sex, breeding, nipple play

Song Fic—From the Waitress musical, written and performed by Sara Bareiles

Angst… Fluff sprinkled in the form of memories.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~• (Past)

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So Sorry (Part 2)

Another day of opening up the coffee shop, where you plaster a smile upon your face, make small talk with strangers, and do your best to avoid the regulars. The same place that used to be a pinnacle of happiness for you, now did no more than to drain you of your remaining spark.

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Your dull eyes would've given you away instantly, so you chose to focus on staying behind the scenes, but sometimes you couldn't get that lucky.

"Y/N, sweetheart, it's been far too long." Margaret beams, as she wraps her frail arms around your shoulders, and almost immediately drops her hands to your tiny bump.

"Who's the lucky second party? Did the redhead finally agree to settling down?" She asks, and you know she means well, but you still cringe at the obvious disregard to your bodily autonomy, and also the sheer reminding that you're alone and with child.

She really left—Natasha Romanoff—the woman who promised you her forever actually left.

She'd loved you so well, and then just left with the cowards phrase: "I'm no good for you, you'll be safer this way."

As if she has any right to make that decision for you, you'd felt used, and worthless when she walked out of that door, after "making love" to you as if her life had depended on it.

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It's not simple to say, most days I don't recognize me... These shoes and this apron, that place and its patrons, have taken more than I gave 'em... It's not easy to know... I'm not anything like I used to be, although it's true; I was never attention sweet center, I still remember that girl.

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The relationship was nothing short of magical, she had swept you off your feet, and for the better part of two years she'd coveted you. Super cliché meet cute, where she enters your place of work, and everything just seemed to click. Extravagant dates, passionate nights, and words of assurance whispered in the dark, and in the end it added up to nothing.

It's been two months since she left, and you just keep reliving your final moments together.

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You'd woken up once you felt a body hovering above yours, eyes opening slowly to meet a gorgeous set of green. The moonlight shone off of them just right, and your heart clenched at the subtle sadness pooling behind them.

Natasha's face was unreadable, between her beautiful, yet sad eyes, and her sweet smile, it was hard to place what was on her mind. She leaned down, distracting you from her state as she captured your lips with hers, and subtly ground her hips into yours, clouding your mind within an instant.

A wanton moan erupted from your throat as her hardened member brushed against your thinly clothed core.

"I love you..." She whispered against your lips, then she leans back on her calves, moving to slip her top and sport bra off in one movement.

Your hands began to roam her body, pulling at the hem of her boxers, before gently dipping in to wrap your hand around her cock. Her body shudders above you, as her mouth falls open at the delicious pressure you're currently applying to her shaft.

Normally she'd remove your hand, maybe even punish you for not asking first, but the carnality of it all seems to not be in the air tonight. Something unspoken hangs in the air instead, as she moves her hips to help move the hand job along.

"Wait... Detka... I-I want to feel you wrapped around me..." She whimpers, and you slowly retract your hand from her shaft.

She slips her boxers off, then crashes her lips to yours in a hungry kiss, driving you absolutely up the wall at the clear desperation you can feel behind her movements. With quick hands, she manages to remove your clothing, with hardly any separation of your lips.

Her tip nudges at your entrance, as her tongue expectantly slips past your lips as you moan at the slightest of intrusions. As her tongue slides over yours, her hand slides between your bodies, and her thumb grazes over your throbbing clit, and you gasp into her mouth. She slowly presses more of her length into you, and your eyes brim with tears at the way she stretches you out so deliciously.

Trailing her lips upwards, she lightly kisses at your cheeks, then glides her tongue over your tear streaks before she's dropping her lips to your collarbones, while thrusting the rest of her cock into you. Groans fall passed both of your lips as the pleasure overtakes her body from your warm walls suffocating her, and yours at the sudden fullness you're feeling.

This is the first time Natasha's ever been inside of you naturally, having—up until this point, always used protection. Every ridge is more prominent, and your heads reeling at the newfound feeling.

Natasha slowly pulls out, dragging her veiny cock across your walls, before instantly slamming back in with force. Your eyes roll back inside your head, as your back arches, and your hands scratch intense red marks into her back at the pleasure that is overriding your senses.

The pace starts slow, as Natasha kisses across your collarbones, and thrusts in and out of you at a barely even registered speed. Your pitiful whines do nothing more than to spur her teasing pace on, as she smirks against your skin once she feels that you're taking matters into your own hands.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her closer, and pushing her in that much deeper. Your feet dig into her back, as your hips move downwards against her cock. She chuckles lightly, then grapples at your hips with bruising force to hold you still.

"I got you dorogoy, just relax..."

Her hips then pick up the pace, as she's now slamming into your drenched cunt with ease, and your heads thrown back in pleasure with your mouth agape, and eyes tightly shut.

"You're so tight, detka..." She grunts against your collarbones

Her breathing and movements become increasingly erratic, as you feel her cock slightly twitching inside of you. Your body trembles with immense pleasure as you're equally as close, and your muddled thoughts of her pulling out are drowned out as you passionately meet her thrusts.

"Fuck, detka I'm about to..." She moans, cutting herself off as her orgasm comes flooding out of her.

As her cum paints your walls, you moan against her lips that are now on yours, as your orgasm washes over you. She continues to thrust into you as her cock hardens once more and her lips move against yours with purpose.

"I love you..." She moans against your lips, as your walls clench around her cock.

Against your protests—she pulls out, but then she flips you over, lifts your ass into the air and then slams back into you.

"God, you're so beautiful detka..." She whispers against your shoulder blades, then proceeds to suck marks into your skin, while she continues to take you from behind.

Her hot breaths fall against the nape of your neck, and your body continues to tremble beneath hers. Hands trail around your body, as one gropes at your breasts, pinching at your nipples, and the other moves down to rub at your clit.

"Cum for mommy, paint my cock with your arousal baby..."

A whorish moan rips from your throat, and your vision becomes spotty as she bites into your shoulder, and floods your pussy with her ejaculate once more, throwing you over the edge of total bliss.

She collapses against your body, leaving herself inside of your warm, velvety walls, and the room echos with the sound of your collective raggedy breaths. Once you'd started to become restless, you'd began to squirm slightly, and could feel as her penis became rock hard again.

"Detka... I want you to ride mommy..." She groans into your ear, and a whimper of need tumbled passed your lips.

She slowly pulled out of you, then gently rolled you over, gawking at the excess cum dripping from your core. Her fingers trail up your thighs, then grazes over your clit, before taking two of her fingers and scooping up the product of your combined arousals.

Your eyes locked on her glistening fingers, and widened at the sheer amount present upon her fingers. She smirked down at you before guiding her fingers to your lips, and upon tapping your bottom lip, you'd stuck your tongue out to get a taste. Your eyes closed tightly, releasing a languid moan, then gagged as Natasha had pushed her fingers passed your lips.

With your eyes locked, you ran your tongue over her fingers, then lightly suckled on them until all remnants of cum had now coated your throat. You released her fingers, and watched as a trail of spit followed them upon leaving your mouth. She leaned down to connect her lips to yours, instantly deepening it and groaning at the taste of your combined arousals as her tongue glided over yours.

Your dopey smile warmed her heart, as she pulled back, so she'd leaned down to repeatedly lay sweet kisses all over your face, and whispering an overload of 'I love you's.' Then she'd pulled you up onto your feet, before lying down on the bed, and beckoning you to follow.

With shaky legs, you'd still managed to climb into the bed, and straddle her thighs. She'd smiled up at you before gripping her cock, and slapping your sensitive core with it.

"Climb on detka, I want to watch you come undone while you ride me..."

Your whimpers were rather loud as she edged her tip passed your overly sensitive folds and into your entrance. Hands on your hips gently pulled you down until your bottomed out, and then the guided up to cup your breasts.

“Go on detka…” She encouraged, and your hips were moving with purpose.

Natasha watched in awe, as your breasts bounced, and soon groaned when you’d started to grind down at a different angle. Your hips now rolled with deliberate intentions, as you’d bounced tirelessly to pull the both of you towards climax.

Your exhaustion was becoming obvious to your lover, as she watched your moves slowing, and your skin glistening in sweat she found herself fascinated. Marks littered your skin, in chaotic bursts, and she appreciated them with the tracing of her thumbs.

A whine fell from your lips as Natasha gripped your hips to stall your movements, then she planted her feet on the bed and aggressively thrusted her hips up. The tip of her dick swiped at the spongey walls, and your body fell forward, as Natasha’s name came out of your mouth in a loud moan.

“Shit… Shit…”

Natasha loudly groaned as your arousal coated her dick for the third time, and slowly trickled out of you and smeared across her thighs as you’d continued sloppily bouncing to help her cum, and to prolong your high.

She’s stopped your movements though, then flipped the both of you over, and swiftly pulled out. You watched as she gripped at her shaft, then began to rub at it aggressively; sloshing sounds filled the room as her hand slid up and down and her breathing was ragged. Natasha stared down at your lip caught between your teeth, and the coil inside her burst, as she busted all over your abdomen.

Her body slumped forward, held up by her arms on either side of your head, as she worked to catch her breath.

“You did so good for me… I-I just love you so much…” She whispered, and the sadness from before is far more prominent in her gaze, as unshed tears fill her eyes.

Natasha kissed your lips tenderly, then she slipped out of the bed, and went to the restroom to collect a wet rag, then to the mini fridge in your room to get a water bottle. She’d returned to see your eyes slipped shut, and she simply admired your beauty.

“Detka, I need you to wake up, I need to clean you up and you need to drink some water.” She rasped out, and your eyes gently fluttered open.

She smiled at you, as you dreamily stared up at her, then she took the warm rag to clean up your puffy, entirely too sensitive core. She trailed her fingers over your sides in an attempt to distract you, while she cleaned you up. Another warm rag was used to clean up your abdomen, then a final one was used to wipe away at the sweat on your face and collarbones.

She then tilted the bottle to your lips, and held it there until she’d felt you’d had enough, then she slid a pair of panties, and a tshirt on your body before climbing back into bed. You crawled up, and nuzzled into her side.

“I love you too Nat, wholeheartedly so.” You mumble against her shoulder, as you fall asleep against her chest.

Natasha watches you sleep, listening to the sounds of your breathing, and finding comfort in the rise and fall of your chest.

“I love you so much..” She cries out in a broken whisper, as silent sobs wrack her body, and she cries until her body passes out.

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You'd woken up to empty sheets once again, saddened at the thought that your lover might've been pulled away for a mission. You stumbled down the stares on shaky legs, shockingly finding Natasha on the couch with her head in her hands, and what appears to be the entirety of her belongings in two suitcases and a duffle besides her feet.

Your heart sunk at the sight, knowing exactly what was coming; she'd always warned you to be wary of giving her your heart. She'd almost promised you she'd break it, you'd just been careless enough not to believe her.

"I'm sorry Y/N/N, but it's over... You'll be safer this way."

"No." You whimper, an air of anger present in your tone.

"I'm not good enough for you. Take care of yourself, I'm sorry I can't stay... I'll always love you."

She'd given you no chance to speak, as she settled her key onto the counter, walking out of the door, and subsequently right out of your life.

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Making love to you was her way of saying goodbye, and you hate her for it, because it's led you to where you are now. You're simply a shell of who you once were, nothing more than an incubator for the products of the lost love you'd once held so close to your heart.

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It was another one of those Fall days at the cafe, the ones that drove you crazy, as the hipsters flooded the shop in search of an 'authentic' pumpkin spice latte, the kind that Starbucks couldn't give them.

You rolled your eyes as you pumped the 'authentic' pumpkin syrup into the mixing container, before turning with a smile as you called for Sarah, Maria, and Linda to come collect their cinnamon covered mugs. Then you watched on amusedly as they angled their cups just 'right' to capture the sun rays peeking through the windows, and the shops logo. You chuckled lightly to yourself, before taking the lull in customers as an opportunity to clean up before the closing shift comes to switch out with you.

You were mindlessly dancing along to the music coming through the speakers, as you wiped the machines down.

"Nice moves." A woman says through a smirk, and you yelp at the unexpected interruption. The normal chime of the door hadn't rang through your ears, so you'd mistakenly thought you were alone.

"Um. Sorry about that..." You chuckle, before tossing the rag to the side before turning around to face her.

You were instantly frozen in your spot, as you stared at the gorgeous redhead before you, the same one you'd seen on the news countless times for her efforts to save the world. Her obvious chuckle shook you from your state of shock, so you approached the register with your gaze down.

"What can I get started for you?"

"How about a large black coffee, that orange scone, and I wouldn't be opposed to your number."

The marker on the cup glided across in a squiggle as you choked at her forward statement.

"Coming right up." You squeak out, then turn to collect her order.

Feeling bold, you'd written your name and number upon the snack bag, and then turned to give her the coffee and scone.

"Order for Natasha." You call out, and she gently takes it from your hand, slightly running her fingers across yours in the process.

"I never gave you my name." She quips, with a devious smirk, and wink, once again your gaze falls to the floor.

"Well, I'd love to stay and continue this exhilarating conversation, but I really do have to go. I'll be in touch Y/N." She muses, as she lightly squeezes your hand, then shockingly leans across the counter to kiss your cheek.

You'd been eternally grateful that the shop was empty, your dancing had continued, far more vibrantly as you found yourself floating on cloud nine after the interaction.

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Natasha had stolen your heart from the very start, and now she'd gone and broken it. Now she's off on some year long mission, leaving you unable to even speak to her, or tell her about the pregnancy.

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She's imperfect but she tries; She is good but she lies;

She is hard on herself;

She is broken and won't ask for help;

She is messy but she's kind;

She is lonely most of the time;

She is all of this mixed up, and baked in a beautiful pie...

She is gone but she used to be mine.

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You were stood there halfheartedly drying dishes, as you try to remember who you were before all of this, clinging to the memories of what once was...

"Hey Y/N, how have you been? I'm doing well, Sam finally proposed, after like five years..." You vaguely hear Mark say, as he throws his apron on before heading to the front to start his shift.

You mutter a quick congratulations, before slipping your apron off and grabbing your belongings to leave with a simple wave.

On your walk home from the coffee shop, you'd been daydreaming of what you'd say to Natasha once you saw her again.

"Hey, I know you left me, but I'm harboring your kids..."

"Hey asshole, your the cause of this pregnancy pouch, pay up..."

"I still love you... Please, I'm sure we could make all of this work..."

As you turn onto your street, oblivious to your surroundings, you hardly have a chance to react as you're being thrown into a van.

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It's not what I asked for

Sometimes life just slips in through a back door, and carves out a person, and makes you believe it's all true...

And now I've got you, and you're not what I asked for...

If I'm honest I know I would give it all back

For a chance to start over, and rewrite an ending or two...

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As you came to, you ignored the dull pounding residing in your head, trying your damndest to get out of the restraints holding you to the damn chair.

"It's of no use Miss Y/L/N, even if you got out of your restraints, you're no match for my men." An older Russian man mutters, you listen to the clanking of ice in his glass of whiskey, as he makes his way to stand before you.

"What the fuck do you want with me?" You growl out, panic present in your features, and the man laughs at your outburst.

"You've got spunk, now I see why Natalia likes you so much."

Great... It all comes back to her...

"She likes me? Could've fooled me, since she left me with hardly a word." You bitterly chuckle out, and he looks at you with eyes full of faux sympathy.

"Trust, my girls are trained to rid their world of weaknesses, at the first sign of threat she did what she thought was the best, and left you. That makes you and your babies that much more important to me, and my operations."

Your blood boils at the mention of your children, as if they're just some pawns in his sick game of chess. You can't allow him to lay a hand on them, so you do the next best thing.

"Bad idea... If Natasha finds out about them, and that you've got them, you won't make it out of this alive. If your goal is to hurt her, then let me help you, take just me."

"Nice try, but I don't negotiate with the captives."

"Listen, if you want her to suffer, then you'll take only me. Allow me the next six months to have them, then after she returns from her year long mission, I'll leave them on her doorstep. The mere thought of knowing she could've had a family, had she not left, will be enough to break her. Then knowing that her plans to keep me safe also went out the door. Trust me, if you aim to crush her, then you'll do exactly as I said."

"Why should I trust you? You clearly love her, what's your motive here?"

"Well, Natalia broke me, left me behind to clean up the mess she made of my heart, and never once took my feelings into consideration. Then, there's the fact that without her I'm nothing, so if protecting these babies is the last thing I do, then so be it." You dejectedly mutter, watching as he walks away and directly out of the room with no response.

Within the blink of an eye, you’re having a bag thrown over your head once more, and are once again being transported elsewhere before being rendered unconscious once more. You wake up in your room, with a tech bracelet of sorts attached to my ankle, and a post it attached to your forehead.

"Welcome to the Red Room Initiative Agent Y/L/N, we'll be in touch..."

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...For the girl that I knew

Who’d be reckless just enough

Who gets hurt but who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised, and gets used by a man who can't love; and then she'll get stuck and be scared, of the life that's inside her.

Growing stronger each day, 'Til it finally reminds her, to fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes...

That's been gone but it used to be mine, used to be mine...

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As you lie in the hospital bed, clinging to your best friends hand, you're a sobbing mess, completely overwhelmed by the rush of hormones.

"I can't, I can't do this."

"Yes you can Y/N/N, you're going to be just fine." They do their best to reassure you, while praying for the bones in their hands.

"I-I, she should be here." You sob, and watch as your friends heart breaks.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" They try to joke, but in the end they just lean their forehead to yours to try and ground you.

"I know, it's not fair Y/N/N, but I promise you I'm here, and going nowhere. These babies will be okay, and live happy lives, with or without the witch that knocked you up."

You chuckle at the comment, clinging to the second of humor before the pain rips through your body once more. You push, and push, until your ears are blessed with the sounds of a baby wailing. You slump back, taking a deep breath, before you're doing it all once more.

“What are their names?” Your best friend asks, as she rocks your son, and you fill out the birth certificates with your daughter lying across your chest after her first feeding.

“Nikolai, and Eliana.” You replied with a reminiscent smile, as you finalized the paperwork with Natasha’s name.

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Natasha returned to the bed with the takeout in hand, and you beamed up at her.

“Chicken fettuccine for my beloved.” She coos, and then hands you a coke to go with it.

“Lasagna for myself…” She beams, then digs in, and you chuckle at the mess she’s made.

“What?” She mumbles over the wad of food in her mouth, and your face contorts into disgust as you reach your napkin up to wipe marinara off of her face.

The silence around the both of you is comfortable, as you enjoy your dinner, while your vinyl player lowly plays in the background.

“Detka, what do you think of the name Nikolai?”

You look up at her confused, then your face softens when you realize where the conversation is headed.

“It’s a cute name, what do you think of Eliana?”

“I love it.” She announces, with the most genuine smile you’d ever seen, and you returned it before leaning forward to capture her lips in a sweet kiss that turned into you squealing as she tugged you into her lap.

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Your friend had helped you home from the hospital, and had even stayed with you for the first week before having to return to her usual work life. You’d been working overtime to pump milk, steadfast on making sure Natasha would have a stash for at least six months.

You’d also maintained a healthy balance between breastfeeding and bottle feeding, so that the transition to not breastfeeding at all isn’t too hard on them. In the end, your only focus until Natasha is home, is preparing your sweetest ones for a life without you.

You’d also been focused on preparing Natasha as well, using your spare key to enter her loft apartment in your free moments to move all of their belongings into her space. You’d moved her office to her living room, and then turned that room into their nursery.

The walls were a light green, and you’d painted the walls with loads of forest animals. You’d hung up pictures on the walls, crying to yourself as you remembered the memories attached to them. Above each crib was a collection of photos of you with that baby, and on the dresser was a framed photo of Natasha and you from you first date. All you want, is for your children to know that they were bred in the name of love. No matter what had happened, you knew the love was real.

Then you’d settled two cribs, one in each corner, and a changing table was against the wall between them. The swings were folded up in the closet to save space, and there was a rocking chair in the center of the room. You’d built a bookshelf, where you stacked up what you deemed to be the most critical books for children’s development. Then in the closet sat two boxes, filled with video diaries, individually addressed to them from you to guide them through life’s troubles.

“Perfect.” You sigh, as you wipe the sweat off your brow, then leave to collect your babies from y/f/n house.

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She is messy but she's kind;

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The babies were rather lively lately, leaving you deprived of any semblance of sanity, it’s almost as if they take after the mother they haven’t met. If it wasn’t a diaper blowout, then it was a cry of hunger, or it was just a simple need for close contact.

You’d been working to engage them with Natasha, so you’d play your sweetest videos of her on a loop, allowing them to grow used to her voice, and hopefully ease their transition.

While the babies slept, you’d called the cafe to let them know that your leave was actually permanent, and then you called your landlord to buy out the lease. You sighed as you felt the impending end of your freedom around the corner, as you basically rid your life of all normalcy. Then, your phone pings, and your eyes widen at the sudden reappearance of your ex’s sister—yeah, no normalcy indicated.

**Hello future sister-in-law, I think it’s about time you forgive my idiot sestra, and prepare to kiss and make up. She’s a mess without you, and it’s really messed up my vibe this whole mission**

**This is a burner phone… Shh.. I wasn’t meant to contact you but she’s driving me insane.**

**I miss you…**

You reply with a head shake, and a simple response.

**I miss you too Yelena**

It’s a bit too late for making up…

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Two weeks before Natasha’s return you’d sold everything you owned, then set the money aside in CD’s for the babies for when they turned 18. After that, you’d turned your keys in, then moved into Nat’s so the babies would be used to her house by the time she’d arrived.

You’d never realized how much you’d lost over the years until you were now sat on your ex’s couch, sipping on a bottle of wine, while the babies were fighting off sleep in their swings.

“Well, at least not too many people are going to miss me…” You dramatically muttered over your glass as the bitter medley of grapes rolled down your throat.

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She is lonely most of the time;

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You’d been dreading today all week long…

Natasha returns today, so your time with Niki and Eli was down to the final hours.

You’ve had a year to forgive her, and you’d be lying to say you didn’t forgive her as soon as you saw the innocent products of your once blooming love’s faces. The need to protect, that drove her to end things, was something you’d related to immensely. As soon as you felt Niki’s hand wrap around your pointer finger, and saw Eli’s little eyes flutter open for the first time, your mama bear instincts were in overdrive.

“Mommy loves you guys so much…” You coo’d as you held the both of them close to your chest, while laying in Nat’s bed.

“Your mama’s going to take such good care of you, I just know it; I’m sure your Auntie Lena will be right there to help her too. I promise you that you’ll be safe with them… I hope you can forgive me for not being here to see you grow up, or to see you fall in love, or help you through your first heartbreak. Everything I’ve done has been for you, please be good for your mama…” You shakily get out, while rubbing their backs until they’re asleep.

You lay them in their playpen in the living room, then sit down on the couch, with your head in your hands while you quietly cried. Once you’d heard feet ascending the stairs, you’d known it was time to go. You placed the folded card on her coffee table, then crept out onto the fire escape.

Natasha was beat, having just returned from what could only be considered the most exhausting battle of her career. She didn’t care though, her only goal was to come home, clean up, and make things right with you.

Keys jangled, as she shoved them into the knob, before turning it to enter her home for the first time in a year. She’d had a bouquet of black roses in her hand, and a heart shaped candy container in her other that she’d just picked up, and then her face dropped.

The place was lived in, the smell was so inherently you, and her body shivered at the thought of you being here right now. Her eyes however landed on the playpen in the living room, and the chocolates hit the ground with a thud, and your son startled awake.

His cries were soft, and she looked around for you, but after you made no move to help him she’d picked his fragile form up, and held him close. Then her instincts kicked in, as she surveyed her surroundings, and then her gaze fell upon the small folded card on her table with the widow symbol.

*Dearest Natalia,

What a careless move—leaving your sweet lover Y/N behind, with no one to watch over her. It’s almost as if you’d wanted this to happen… Dreykov says thank you for his newest soldier, and he hopes motherhood treats you well.

P.S. Yes, Dreykov is still alive, silly girls, thinking you could kill him (;*

Natasha’s heart fell into her stomach, and she felt bile rising up her throat. You watched from the shadows, feeling the gnawing feeling in your heart at the sight of her so broken. You observed her kiss Niki’s head, and with a sad smile, you’d made your silent disappearance.

“No-o…” She whispered to herself, as she fought off the tears, trying her darnedest to not disrupt the infants peace anymore.

She leaned over the playpen to see your daughters peaceful form, observing the distinct rise and fall of her tiny chest.

She’d honestly looked so much like Natasha, that she briefly smiled at the prospect of having an idea of what she might’ve looked like as a baby. Then as she swayed your son around, she became choked up once more. He was the spitting image of you, even down to the smile that he’d just graced her with.

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She is all of this mixed up, and baked in a beautiful pie...

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Natasha clung to the infant in her arms, while the other slept peacefully in the playpen left behind by you. Your smell lingered on the babies heads, she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she imagined it was you her arms were wrapped around.

The ache in her chest is persistent, and she can no longer hold back the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. Her mind flashes to an image of you holding them close, as you sing them a lullaby, knowing you'd more than likely had cuddled them up until the final moment.

"You're an idiot.." She thinks to herself, as she mulls over why she had ever thought leaving you on your own would ever protect you.

You were gone, the woman of her dreams, the owner of her heart, and apparently now the mother of her children. All that was left of your love for one another now resided in the tiny bodies, bundled up in the bassinets before her.

Promises of protection falling on Deaf ears as the only one here who’d protected anything was you. Your freedom now ripped from your grasp for the safety of your babies, and Natasha can’t help but to breakdown at her utter failure.

Tears had hit the pillow the moment she’d laid down for the night, as your scent enveloped her. She clung to the pillow you’d been staying on the last few nights, and she simply cried until her body shutdown.

You were hers, but she gave into her fears, and now her worst one's come to fruition—you're gone, and she all but led you into the hands of her enemies...

“I’m going to save you detka, I promise…”

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She is gone but she used to be mine

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You lay there, partially shackled to your bed, a lone tear rolled down your cheek as you stared up at the polaroid of the twins in your hand, before rotating it to the one of you and Natasha on your first date...

"Take care of our babies Natasha..." You whisper, as your body wracks with quiet sobs, and you eventually fall into a restless slumber...

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Ran as your Sugar Daddy Benefactor

Disclaimer: Kinda OOC Ran since he is much older on this one and I would think that he would mellow out over the years. So basically DILF and husband material Ran.

TW: Yandere, Manipulative Behavior, Power Imbalance, Grooming, Controlling Behavior, Stalking

You just graduated high school last month and are finally on your last day at your job before going to university.

You are excited to be attending uni since you are the first one to attend in your family.

Your family, although isn’t poor, certainly cannot afford to attend one since it's expensive. Your mother works as a maid to the mayor’s family while your father works as a manager at a fast-food joint. Although their salary can pay the bills and give the whole family a few things here and there, their salaries can’t afford such a high tuition fee.

But that didn’t stop you. Although you aren't academically gifted or have the resources that your classmates have; that still doesn’t let you down from getting to your goal.

Studying hard, taking free after-school classes, and even joining various clubs and groups so that you can be at the top of your class and add an impressive amount of achievements and transcripts in your application form to be able to have a scholarship to university.

And it is no surprise to you when most of the universities that you’ve applied to have approved your application, most of them also approved you to be in their various scholarship programs.

When you announced the news to your family, this caused a huge celebration. Not only for the first time that someone in their family is going to a university but also attending it for free.

Add to the fact that you have also applied to the benefactors' program at the university that you are attending. Which not only paid for your other expenses in university, which includes a solo apartment and a full payment of your other fees, but also monthly pocket money to add into the mix.

It was a dream come true for you, unlike before. You do not need to worry about payments or bills like you used to; instead, you now only worry about your grades and your school work, which is an immense relief not only for your body but also for your mental health as well.

Years of worrying and pushing yourself so hard causing you many health problems, most of them are now only addressed due to you putting your money on your hospital bills instead of the family budget. While your mental health has been only subdued due to the fact that you aren’t pressured that much anymore (We are in Japan people, mental health awareness is just a buzzword for many of them, sadly)

You quickly go back to your house after your shift. Your manager has now paid you for the month and you submitted your resignation letter a month ago. There is nothing that could make you stressed right now, other than what you are going to wear on the orientation day on campus.

Honestly, it's so refreshing that you have a problem that doesn’t relate to the budget or your schedule, which is a whiplash for you. From worrying about your family finances to getting worried about your outfit, honestly- it's a big change.

The next day, you woke up early in the morning with your family. Because of your work, the day that you can move to the apartment is the day before the orientation.

All of you drove to the apartment, which is a small walking distance from the university, but very far away from where your family lives.

All of you arrived at the apartment building. Even though this is not the first time that you saw this place, it doesn’t mean that this building didn’t impress you.

Unlike your house, this place looks, well, for those students with rich parents. Which makes you uneasy but also fascinated by it.

It's true that you felt guilty living here while the rest of your family goes back to your home, but they assured you that it's alright and think just about your future.

You're glad that you have such a supportive and loving family

You gave all of them a tight hug before they went back home, leaving you all by yourself in the apartment.

You really can’t believe that you are going to be living here for the next few years. The apartment is as big as half of your house and it's all fully furnished already, so you don’t really have to worry about your living arrangements.

You then put your bags in the bedroom and ‌take out your belongings, then place the items in their respective cabinets and tables.

After you’re done placing your belongings, you then hear your phone ringing. You quickly walk up to where your phone is and answer the call.

It turns out that it's the university dean himself, telling you about a sudden meet-up with your benefactor this afternoon.

He then apologized for such inconvenience, but you assured him that it was alright, you would finally meet the person who blessed you with the privileges that you have right now.

But during the time when the dean talks to the phone, he sounds really nervous, as if he is afraid of someone or something.

But you shrugged it off, it's probably the stress of running an enormous university.

While you wait for the time being, you then go back to organizing your possessions into your new dwelling.

When it's afternoon, you then walk to the place where your dean has told you to meet your benefactor.

To your surprise, it’s a small cafe that both the university faculty and the students often go into.

It’s small and quaint, the cafe is squished between two of the university buildings.

You then entered the cafe and sat on the chair at the far end of the store, then waited for your benefactor.

As you wait for your benefactor, you then hear someone approaching your table. You then looked up for the person and saw a man with striped lilac hair and purple down-turned eyes, looking at everyone with an amused but apathetic expression. He wore a light purple suit with a matching pink tie and black leather shoes.

You felt intimidated by his presence, but you can't judge a book by its cover- right?

“Are you Miss (L/N)?”

You shyly nodded, answering his question. He then smiles at you and then sat on the nearby chair, facing you directly.

He then introduces himself as Haitani Ran, your current benefactor and the person who is going to fund your education through your University days.

When he finished introducing himself, the two of you then talk and got to know each other. Which surprisingly went well, considering that you are really nervous right now and almost stutter your words every time you talk to him.

The meetup ends on a positive note. Which is a relief for you, considering how nervous and jittery you are meeting him and trying not to make him upset or angry.

You arrived at the apartment and tried the bathtub in the bathroom, then do your simple skincare routine. You wanted to look your best for tomorrow. After all, you wanted to make a good impression on your first day.

When you are done, you quickly got dressed and go back to sleep for the next day

Your first day at university is a breeze. You get to know many people from various backgrounds and places. Some are friendly, while others are plain rude to you, which is alright because you can't really expect people to be pleasant most of the time. It's so fascinating to see how it's so different compared to your high school.

The rest of the week is also the same, aside from your usual meet-up with your benefactor, where the two of you catch up and talk with each other.

Months passed by, and you are now conditioned with your timetables and your other schedules. Although the workload in the university is overwhelming for most of the students, you mostly finished your papers early since the amount of workload in the university is smaller compared to what your workload is in high school.

Your college days are so easy; you meet up with your new friends at the local hotspots or the nearby mall to hang out, do hobbies that you don’t have time to do while you’re in high school, and meet with your benefactor while finishing your school work earlier than the rest of your classmates. You're just a few months in and it's like you are now living in a whole different world.

You still joined various organizations and even voted as a representative for your class, which is what you did previously in high school. They are much more challenging, yes. But it is fun, considering that it's the students themselves that mostly manage all the activities, and professors only look at it at the start for its approval.

Even if you are busy enjoying your college days, you still meet up with Ran on certain days of the week. The two of you had gotten closer to each other, to the point where you don’t see him as a benefactor but as a close friend.

Well, more than a close friend, but you’re just glad that you have a relationship with him, even if it's platonic. He would certainly turn you down when you would confess to him since you are just a poor first-year student with no successful background other than your academic records.

Even so, you two not only meet in the cafe but also in ‌different locations as well. Like the university gardens, the nearby museum, or even the city's various art exhibits. He sometimes drags you into Roppongi and shopping in various stores that have price tags that shook you to the core.

You wanted to refuse the items that he bought for you. The price of the stuff that he brought is astounding. You are sure that these items cost more than your parents' yearly salary combined. Which made you feel guilty. Here you are, having these luxury items, while your family still lives in squalor.

Because of your regret, you refunded some items that Ran bought for you and sent the money to your family- which you are sure that they really need right now. The money is enough for them to buy new things and even afford payments to go to the hospital for checkups or treatment.

You felt ashamed of what you did, but it helped your family so it's not a problem, and Ran would understand. He’s been such a gentleman that he would probably brush it off and move on- even without you telling this to him.

Well, if you thought that’s the case, you are certainly wrong

Ran, although is generous and often kind to you - doesn’t take your actions well

The items that you’ve refunded are the things that he specifically chose for you, and you��alone. So that is why it stings when he finds it out when the men who managed his bank and finance reported it to him.

He would admit that he is getting old and sentimental. Unlike his younger self, which would just toss you aside after a few days for not satisfying his carnal needs, and would jump off to another person- he wants to find someone that he could connect to; both emotionally and even sexually, and it surprised him that you are that person.

He just did this benefactor program as one of his covers to get the pigs out of his back for a while, and just randomly selected one of the poor scholarship students at random. He was glad when he accidentally chose you out of many students in that program since he really can't imagine his life without you.

He honestly felt a deep connection with you. Even though you are a young and naïve university student, you aren’t also ignorant of hardships and struggles in life. He relates to you in some way- when you mentioned how much you’ve sacrificed for your family. It may not look like it, but in their earlier gang life, he and Rindou would often share scraps of food or stay in a run-down apartment just to survive for the day. He even gave the remaining scrap of food to his younger brother, so that he wouldn’t be hungry.

You are intelligent but also dense at the same time, which he finds endearing but also attractive at the same time.

He decides to pursue you in an old-fashioned way. Going on dates, gifting you stuff ‌he knows most girls love (well, the once that he ‘dated’ in the past anyway) basically just spoiling you rotten.

He doesn’t know how to form a relationship - since he’s used to getting what he wants and would toss it after he’s done. The only form of love that he has is with Rindou, which is unsurprising since he literally raised him.

So it's no surprise that it hurt him when he finds this out. it's not that you returned it that hurts him- it's the fact that you didn't tell this to him personally.

This caused Ran to be much more possessive and obsessive, to the point that he observes almost every aspect of your current life. From your university schedule to your free time- he knows what you are doing, wanting to know if you have things that you aren’t telling him about.

Although you sensed someone is watching you, you just brushed it off as your imagination- even though it still unnerved you.

You met Ran again at your usual time and place. Although he acts the same, his mood and vibe suddenly change.

It made you uneasy, although he is still as gallant as ever, he seems to be much more controlling; prodding you about your whole week, even the food that you ate on specific days, which made you paranoid but at the same time - very guilty.

Did he find it out? Who knows, maybe he did, since he is much more clingy and guarded to you.

“Maybe, it's just the guilt, yeah, just that” you just thought as you felt weird when you were with him, every time the two of you go out.

Even if you try to hide the guilt for so long, your subconscious still brings it up, adding to the fact that Ran tried to be with you every time. It’s no wonder that you finally broke down in front of him after months of hiding it from him- explaining your reason why you returned the items that he bought for you.

While you are crying after you’ve explained your side of the story, you are surprised that he hugged you and tell you that it’s okay and you should have said it earlier. Assuring you that he is not mad at your actions.

This caused you to cry more as he then envelops you in his embrace.

Ever since then, the two of you started to become lovers. Instead of hanging out together, the two of you go on dates, not only in Roppongi but also in other areas of Tokyo; and even to other cities like Kyoto, Osaka and even touring the Nara prefecture during your break in University, which made you flustered but at the same time, guilty that he did all of this to you.

But Ran just brushes off your worries since he also wants this for himself. After all, not only that he is spoiling you and providing you with needed opportunities and riches that you deserve, but also he has his hands wrapped around your whole life.

Not only that he supports your whole life in university but also your family. Both your parents are now in jobs that have high-paying salaries due to their promotions for their years of excellent work and diligence in their job, which is bullshit because he just gave a word to their bosses and they quickly oblige because their business has something to do with Bonten, well actually- most businesses in Japan are connected with Bonten in some ways, which is neat because he doesn’t want to separate and talk to them himself. He would be separated from you.

You only have him in your life. He would mold you to be your best self, which is becoming his wife in the future. You’ve worked so hard in your whole life, and now- he wants you to just relax and let him do anything for you.

Including staying with him for the rest of your life as his spouse.

“Oi Ran! Where are you going?” Ran then look back and saw his younger brother running up to him, his suit still stained from their previous ‘job’ earlier this night. “Oh, you know, going back to my wife, why do you ask?” he replied with a playful tone in his voice. As expected, his brother groaned in annoyance. Being irritated not only by his tone but also by his attitude right now. “Ran, not this crap again, I know, (Y/N) is a fucking wonderful person and you're lucky to have a wife as caring as her. You don’t need to shove that fact into my face every time,” Rindou said while Ran looked at him with an expression that only annoying older siblings give to their younger ones, which further irritates Rindou as a whole. “Ugh, I’m just going to hand you this, asshole,” Rindou cursed as he handed a small note that have the messy but familiar handwriting of their boss. Ran then quickly snatched the note from Rindou and read its content. As usual, it's the same old job but with an important person as a subject. When Ran finished reading it, he grabbed his lighter from his pipped pocket and quickly set the paper on fire. “Thanks, Rin, now I’m going to head back to my (Y/N) then, good luck on your job tonight” Ran said as he then waved goodbye to his younger brother while playfully hinting at the paperwork that Rindou is going to do tonight. Which caused the younger Haitani to give him the middle finger, too tired to rebuke his older brother as he exits the abandoned sea port warehouse.

You yawned as you walk down the stairs, waking up early to do your morning activities. Which consists of making breakfast and exercising before doing your papers related to your job. You graduated four years ago and quickly landed a job in a prestigious advertising company; which is a surprise to you since not only did you land a job so quickly, but also the starting pay is tremendous. It's like the salary for an experienced worker. It's also incredible that the company even lets you work in your home- your boss telling you that the company provides working at home as an option for their workers. This baffles you a little since as far as you know, this company does not provide for one. But who are you to deny this opportunity? It would be a hassle to you anyway and you don’t want Ran to be lonely if you came home late from work. So you quickly took that option and now, you work at home and you are doing a great job not only at work but also maintaining the house. Which is not that hard anymore considering that there are helpers that would come to your house to clean every two weeks, which gave you less hassle other than sweeping the floor clean or making the house look organized.

When you arrived at the kitchen, you then heard the front door open, which means Ran came home early from work. You heed no mind as you knew that he would head towards the kitchen after he took off his suit and have a relaxing shower for his early morning dinner.

While you are in the middle of the cooking, Ran walked to the kitchen and grab cold water to drink. “Sorry dumpling, but the rice isn’t done yet,” you said as he sat on the countertop chair in front of you. He then smiled and told you that it was okay and pulled out his phone to read something as he drink his water- waiting for the rice to cook. When the rice cooker finally beeped, you then opened the lid and wait a few seconds for the steam to rise before scooping some rice for your breakfast. Well, in Ran’s case- for his morning dinner. The two of you ate your respective meals while talking about your usual day, him on his desk job at the company he works at and you on your suggestion about the upcoming advert for a snack company about a new chip flavor in the market. Ran talked from time to time, but you are the one that always rambles on about your day- even if you mostly stay at home. As you ramble on about your work, Ran can't help but to smile about his current life right now. Even though he is past his prime, he still got a very lovely spouse that he actually cares about (which would stun his younger self, if he’s being honest); a younger brother that has his back, and a job that he certainly enjoys. He would admit that this is not the life that he imagined when he was younger. Sure, he imagines that he would be in a gang but not the idea of being married and actually in love with his spouse.

He thought that he would continue hopping from person to person until he dies from either being killed by someone or being tortured to death. But now, he can’t imagine being far away from you for more than a day, which is torture in itself.

He would admit that the cover-up sponsorship program is one of the best decisions that he made in his entire life. Without it, he would not have met you in the first place- or maybe not at all. He really can’t imagine his life without you, really. After he met you, there are emotions that he can’t really describe, but he would just call it ‘love’. He knows that he should not have those emotions to be called ‘love’, but he can’t help it. Normal love would not make him feel like stalking you is an obligation as your lover. Normal love would not make him feel addicted to spoiling you daily, and most importantly normal love would not make him feel like controlling every single aspect of your life is his duty as your spouse. He supposed he hasn’t changed that much really, even though he isn’t as apathetic and nonchalant as before- he is still as greedy as ever.

Did he feel guilty manipulating you, a vulnerable college student that only relies on her scholarships or whatever charity that people might give?

Yes. Absolutely.

But did he regret it?

Not even a little bit

You see, he is a Haitani. He would take whatever he wants by all means necessary. Even manipulating someone into loving them and making them dependent on it. He would hurt, lie, manipulate, steal, and kill someone just so he could get something or someone that he desires- and that someone is you.

"I love you, (Y/N), and I'll always be with you"

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They got no idea about me and you ~ demon!Wanda x vampire!Reader

Monster High School AU

Summarry: Wanda is the PE teacher at the high school for monsters and reader is the art teacher and the nurse. Both of them are gay. What will happen now?????

Warnings: homophobia, blood, fingering, mommy kink

Words: *1k words*

a/n: I used the filters on tiktok to decide what to write. The results of the filters were: Friends to lovers, Alternative universe high school, you can’t run from the gay thoughts with an injured leg, horns as hand grips. I just wanted to say beforehand that they are teachers at the school and not actual high schoolers.

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You’re in another boring meeting with the other school staff. The meetings are always so boring. Except for the one thing that makes all of these better. Wanda Maximoff. She’s the PE teacher of the same school you´re working at.

You’re not really close with her but you find yourself talking to her whenever you have lunch. She is always so nice to you. Always holds the door for you and helps you whenever you need help with lifting heavy stuff. Of course she looks good doing it, so you don’t mind.

You have been the school art teacher for a while now and like your job. The pay was unfortunately not enough so you had to apply for the school nurse too. Helping those kids heal is the best part of your day.

You got the job because with your vampire blood you could heal better than anyone. Your gifts are mostly positive but they can also be a negative point. Because of your better hearing you’ve heard things in the teachers lounge you’d preferred not to hear.

“Do you think it’s true?” You can’t even see them whisper but know that they are. You bet it's the lunch ladies talking again. Those witches never shut up about your coming the last few years. “Yeah, I saw her making out with another girl at the Monster Festival last weekend” It feels like stakes are going through your heart. You hate the way they talk about you.

Suddenly your gaze drifts towards Wanda. She just sits there and looks beautiful. It’s like she senses that you’re watching and looks over to you. The corners of her mouth turn upwards. Then she mouths “This is so boring. Follow me.” And then she stands up. “I have to do something.” She gives you a look and walks away.

You have had a crush on her since you started working here. She started a few years before you did. She’s a wonderful person who is so kind. She doesn’t look the part that’s for sure. A demon, buff, PE teacher with a heart of gold. She’s definitely your type though.

After a minute has passed you tell everyone you’re going to the toilet and walk out of the room searching for Wanda. “I didn’t think you had the guts to walk out of there.” She stands against the doorpost of your classroom with her arms over each other. You walk to her and it looks like she’s checking you out.

“I heard the way they talk about you. I’m so sorry. They did that to me too when it was my first few years working here. To be honest I don't even care what they say anymore. It has made me hate myself because of the way they talk behind my back but it’s like they’re not there anymore.” Even though she says all that, you can see the hurt on her face.

You feel your face turn red. “I didn’t know you were-” Her face goes from hurt to a big grin within a second. “Oh honey, you didn’t notice the way I’m checking you out every day.” You hit her softly on her shoulder jokingly. “Stop it, Wanda.” She keeps pushing and flirting with you. “Try me.” Then you decide to run through the school but she follows you. “Don’t think you can run from me, baby.”

You come to a stop when you’re close to the stairs and then walk down them. In the corner of your eye you see Wanda approaching. You can’t run anymore and come to a halt. When all of a sudden she falls off the stairs. “Are you okay? Do you need my help? I am the school nurse after all.”

You two walk together to your nurse office. When you get into the office you tell her to lie down. “Uhm. Do you want painkillers or do you want me to give you some of my blood?” Her face turns red and then a smirk appears. “I think your blood would be the best option.”

You let her drink your blood and it looks like she heals pretty fast. “Wow, that works so fast and it’s so good. I bet the rest of you tastes even better.” Now it’s your turn to turn into a tomato. Her head moves toward your neck and you feel her breath. She starts placing small kisses on your neck while moving down.

You take off your shirt. “Like what you see?” Wanda nods quickly and lifts you up on the medical exam table. “Wow you look gorgeous. I can’t stop staring at you.” You can see the admiration in her eyes. “You’ll have to stop staring through. Because I need you.” Wanda lets her hand drift over your tits down to your hips. “Please Wanda, stop teasing me and just touch me.”

“Does my princess need me to touch her?” Her hand slips into your pants and slowly drifts over your panties. “Yes, please” Wanda presses her fingers hader and you let a whimper out. “So wet. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” You respond with a nod of your head.

She pulls your panties to the side and slips a finger in. It feels so good. Finally alone with her. And now you’re in your nurse's office having the time of your life. She adds another finger and you feel like you’re exploding. “Can you be quiet for mommy?” You agree and hold onto her big biceps.

All of a sudden you get the great idea to hold on to her horns. Then she starts kissing you heavily and you melt with every touch of her. You feel your orgasm edging closer and closer. “Please, mommy, I’m gonna-” you plead her. “Please what baby? Say it or you’re not going to come.”

A whine escapes you, when she pulls her hand away. “Bad girls don’t get to come. But if you're nice enough for the rest of the meeting you can meet me at my car and we can finish what we started at my house. She winks at you and leaves you sitting frustrated in your own office while she walks back to the meeting.

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Love&Work

summary: y/n is a police officer that had a situationship with Jay Halstead, but after him there's another one and he discovered it in the worst way possible.

pairing: jay halstead x reader

warning: i don't know actually, maybe some angst(?) and swearing? mention of sec, just mention.

i don't really like this but i spent so much time on it, that's why i want to share it with you. tell me what you think guys and if you like it i can write a part 2, maybe.

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Being a female cop was not easy at all, and you knew that even before entering the police academy; you knew that you would have to demonstrate your value, to demonstrate that you deserved that badge, you deserved to be a cop. It was clear to you since the first moment you decided to be a police officer and you tried to show your value since the first day into the academy.

When you were assigned at the 17th district, you were happy to start your career as a police officer and you just wanted to do your job in the right way, but it wasn’t like you expected. Since the first day you felt judge by everyone in the district, expect for the other female police officers, even if there were few of them. Your partner wasn’t happy about having you by his side, but he accepted that, and he just tried to keep as much distance as he could between him and you, like you were an alien or something to avoid.

Besides that, the first two year in that district went very well; you did your job well and you saved lives, even your partner’s live when he got shot during one shift. Even if you saved him, covering him and applying pressure on his chest, he never really thanked you for what you did; you weren’t angry at all, you knew how it worked and you knew that it was too early to be considered a good agent on the field, especially since you were one of the few women in a men’s world, because that’s what police was considered: a job only for men.

Someone maybe thought that it wasn’t true, there would have been at least someone who thought that women in police was an amazing thing, but surely it wasn’t like that in the 17th.

The only thing you could have done to making thing worse would have been sleeping with someone that worked in the same district as you. You tried to avoid that, you really tried to keep things separated between your private life and your job, but you lost. One night, you met one of the detectives that worked in the 17th district, and you took a beer with him, thinking that there wasn’t nothing bad about it; after some beers, anyway, he kissed you and everything changed.

The next day, everyone knew about it inside the district, and everyone thought that were trying to get a promotion sleeping with one of the detectives. You were fucked.

Asking for a transfer was the only choice for you and that’s how you met him, Jay Halstead. He was just a man sitting in a bar when you first met him, you didn’t know he was a detective and he didn’t know that you were a police officer; you were just two people in a bar, having a drink together. That night you slept at his home and the next morning you were gone, thinking that you wouldn’t have met him again.

Obviously, you were wrong. God, you were definitely wrong.

When you discovered, on your first day at the 21st, that he was a detective in your new district, you both tried to keep that a secret and you also tried to pretend that nothing happened between you two, but you just couldn’t deny the attraction that there was between you and him. And after few weeks you both lost.

You tried to keep it a secret as long as you kept sleeping together, and, when you ended it weeks after, you were relieved to discovered that he protected you without telling anybody what happened between you two. You were grateful for that because you wouldn’t have been able to deal with it another time.

Even if you were still working hard to become one of sergeant Voight’s detectives, you couldn’t deny that some kind of attraction formed between you and your partner, Sean Roman, after some months. Maybe it was because he was always so kind with you, maybe because you spent so much time together, maybe because you went through difficult moments together, but you ended up dating each other in secret. You weren’t sure if you started dating him trying to forget Jay, since you were pretty sure to have fallen in love with the detective, but you just tried to enjoy that moment, you tried to live it without making to yourself too many questions. You were confused about your feelings, you really were, and you needed time alone to think about it, especially since you started dating Roman right after you heard that Jay dated one of his CI.

It then something happened when you didn’t expect it.

You and Roman were just kissing each other on a night shift, taking just few minutes for yourselves, when it happened. It was a calm night, nothing happened ‘till that moment and you didn’t think that things could have gone worse in less than a minute. You were too much focused in kissing him that you didn’t hear the footsteps, nor you saw him approaching the car were you and Roman were into. The first things you heard were the gunshots fired against you; you didn’t catch a single bullet but Roman did, he caught every single shot and you screamed.

“Sean!”

You got out of the car, seeing a man running away in the dark of the night, picked up your gun and followed him at once, asking for backup and for an ambulance at the radio. You really hoped that Sean was okay, you really hoped that he was still alive and that he would have survived; he took at least three bullet and that all because you both were too focused on kissing than in everything else. You shout at the offender to stop, but he didn’t and, knowing that he had a gun, you just shot him, hitting him in his back; he fell on the ground, you handcuffed him immediately, bringing him with you to your car. You needed to be sure that Sean was still alive.

That night was like hell for you: Sean got a surgery and, fortunately, he survived, the offender was brought to the hospital as well but no-one found the gun on him and that’s why you were there, one month later, sitting in a court to testimony your version against the man who almost killed your partner. Everyone from the district was there with you, trying to give you, their support. There was Platt, Voight, Upton, Burgess, Ruzek, Atwater, few of the other patrol officers and even Jay, in all his beauty.

When the defence lawyer got up to ask you some question, you didn’t expect this.

“So, miss y/l/n, I heard that you usually date your colleagues, isn’t it?”

You at once got tense on your chair, looking at Jay and Sean, nervous. Sean knew everything about your “relationship” with Jay, but no-one else did so you should have been relaxed about that. Maybe he was just talking about the thing you had with the detective from your previous district, after all.

But it was not like that, not at all.

Before your lawyer could have even protested, the defence talked to the judge, explaining to him why he did that question.

“Before I got interrupt, I just want to understand if anything happened in that car that could have bring the test to us violence against an innocence without even considering that he wasn’t the offender. I’m pretty sure that the jury would want to see what I found. She had her reasons to react badly, without thinking and I just wanted to expose that.”

You froze, gulping; you really hoped that the judge would have refused, but he let him continue.

“Miss y/l/n, did you have a relationship with one of the detectives back at your previous district?”

“It wasn’t a relationship.” You responded, tense.

“What was it, so?”

“I slept with one of the detectives, yes. It was just for one night and I was drunk.”

The layer chuckled, like he had you in his fist, under his control, and maybe he really did.

“But it wasn’t the last colleagues that you dated, right?”

Before you could have answered, your lawyer protested again, but he was stop by the judge for the second time in a row; you were fucked, you wouldn’t have been able to avoid that, you couldn’t lie under oath, you had to tell the truth.

But how did he know?

“No, it wasn’t the last.” You answered, quietly. You looked at him, trying to avoid Jay’s gaze, trying to be relaxed, trying to be strong; you didn’t want to give up, you would have fought again and again if it was necessary. You had to tell the truth and you really didn’t want to, but since you had no choice, you wanted to do it with your dignity.

“Who was the next? And remember that you’re testifying under oath.”

You looked at him in the eyes, biting your bottom lip.

“It was Detective Halstead.” You answered. “But I met him the night before my new job at the 21st so-.”

Before you could have even finished the sentence, he stopped you, smiling widely; you felt Jay’s and every other’s gaze on you, and you felt embarrassed for the first time after you entered the police. Why was he asking you that? Why was he trying to make you lose your job? Why were your love stories important to the case? That man almost killed your partner, and he was torturing you now.

“You just have to answer my question, miss y/l/n. Now, was Detective Halstead the last police officer that you dated so far?”

And that was it.

You finally understood why he was asking you so many questions about your private life; he was trying to make the jury thinks that you shot that guy without thinking at it lucidly just because you were dating Sean. He was trying to blame you, to make everyone think that you confounded him and that because you were shocked not only because Sean was your partner but also because you were in love with him.

Were you, though?

“No.” you answered, feeling Jay’s gaze still on you; you didn’t have the courage to look at him or to look at the others, especially not to sergeant Voight, knowing that you probably have just lost the opportunity to enter the team since you slept with Jay. You lost your career, you lost your dignity, since your private and sec life was put on public, and you were now accused of being a bad police officer.

Beautiful day, wasn’t it?

“Evidence number seventeen, I just got it this morning and I couldn’t inform the accuse before the process. Now …” he got near you and handed you one pic, the same that he just gave to your lawyer and to the jury. “Was that you kissing your partner Sean Roman the night of the attack?”

You gulped, then you looked up and finally you ended up meeting his gaze, Jay’s gaze. He looked hurt and furious at the same time, even if you knew that he had no right to be; you stopped sleeping together almost two months before and he even had a thing with one of his CI, which was illegal, so he had no right to look at you that way. You were the one that would have lost his job, not him, not Roman, you. You were the one that would have been called bitch and slut just because you ended up in the same bed with some of your colleagues and you were affronting that trial, exposing yourself like you hadn’t done before.

“Yes, that was me.” You answered, trying to sound as much calm as you could.

“Now tell me. Were you shooting at my client because you really thought that he was the offender, even if he hadn’t a gun with himself, or were you just trying to revenge your boyfriend without thinking at all? Were you just trying to get revenge? Were you sure about the gun that you think he had? Were you lucid enough to arrest the same man that you thought shot your boyfriend? Was the woman that pulled that trigger the police officer or just a girlfriend trying to protect his partner?”

“Your Honor! That were not questions, he was trying to induce the jury to think his way!” Protested your Lawyer before you could have responded.

The judge, this time, agreed with the accuse and tried to induce the jury to not consider his last questions when it would have come to a verdict. Anyways, you ended up leaving the court knowing that everything you’d done in the past to prove how much you deserved to become a detective, simply wasn’t nothing anymore. You would have been remembered as the female cop that ended up in the same bed with three colleagues, not as the police officer that saved a child, not as the police officer that almost risked her life to save his partner and Jay, not as the police officer that got undercover with the Intelligence to help them with a serial killer.

Your image was fucked.

You were nothing now.

You lost everything.

You lost your dignity.

And even after that, all you could think about was Jay’s expression after he heard about you and Sean; that was when you finally discovered that you really fell in love with him: when you worried about him while your career, dignity and future were crumbling all around you. All you need to be happy again was just one of his hugs. That was what you needed.

Him.

#oneshot #fluff #jay halstead #chicago pd #angst #chicago fire #chicago med #fanfic #adam ruzek #kim burgess #hank voight #trudy platt #kevin atwater #hailey upton

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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A prompt for you if it sparks interest…

One night in a haunted house can bring you wealth behind your means.

But beware of the alleged monster that lurks inside the estate… legend has it if you whisper his name, he may materialize in front of your eyes.

Good luck trying not to say Charles Blackwood. The name seems to roll right off the tongue…

Title: dust to dust

Wordcount: 1,334

Summary: Your dream job turns out to be more of a nightmare.

A/N: 👀 @syntheticavenger came in with the horror prompt, so i had to deliver 😮‍💨 i hope you all enjoy my latest Monkey’s Paw drabble.

“And you’re sure you’re fine there alone? That place gets pretty fucking creepy at night,” Came Amelia’s voice through the phone. You laughed, shaking your head even though she couldn’t see you. “I’m serious! I think it’s totally haunted.”

“You say that about every house we work in. It can’t always be true.” You heard your friend scoff through the receiver. “And I’ll be fine. It’s not my first rodeo.“ It was true—this wouldn’t be the first portrait you’d restored. And even if the Blackwood family manor was as creepy as Amelia said it was, you’d only be there for a few hours, max. “You just focus on your end of the deal, finding someone to fucking buy this thing after I’m done with it.”

She clucked at you through the phone, her irritated huffs the backdrop to the picturesque countryside rolling alongside the car.

“Fine! I’m just saying. It’s creepy.”

“Creepy, yes. Haunted? Hard no,” you laughed. “Besides, the faster we’re finished, the faster we get that sweet, sweet Blackwood cash.”

“Is payday all you ever think about?”

“When it’s enough to skate for an entire year while I figure out my artist’s residency? Christ, yes.”

The construction team was still working on the house’s exterior when you pulled in, despite the light drizzle. One of the guys tipped his yellow hard hat to you as you parked out front, a lit cigarette hanging from between his lips.

“Just you today?” He called as you exited the car, wrapping your scarf tighter around your shoulders. “Where’s the little one?” You bit back a laugh, knowing Amelia would bristle at her unofficial nickname—even if it was accurate.

“Yeah, just me, Martin. Doors unlocked?” You asked, taking the slick steps two at a time as you shouldered your canvas bag of paints and brushes. He nodded, making a noise of assent in the back of his throat before turning back to the scaffolding. The project was taking longer than anticipated, you could tell by the doubled workforce outside. You knew the owner was eager to sell, too—the asking price had dropped two times already.

The inside of the manor was bustling with activity too, and you sidestepped a pair of men carrying a ladder. You ducked quickly into the overlarge drawing room, settling against the closed door with a deep sigh.

Finally. The thought rolled in like low static, barely discernible from the rest of the noise in your head.

So low, you don’t recognize it isn’t yours.

Despite the activity outside, the sitting room was eerily silent, but you liked it that way—no distractions. You undraped the portrait of one of the Blackwoods—long dead now—and his blue eyes stared out gloomily at you from the canvas. You began pulling your supplies from your bag, laying them on the table beside your easel. You’d already done the surface cleaning on the old oil painting days ago, going slowly across each inch of canvas as though you were caressing a lover’s skin.

The oil paint wasn’t damaged from age, though it was old—maybe fifty, sixty years. What had damaged it was smoke—smoke from the fire that had destroyed this place.

How astute. You’re a bright little thing, aren’t you pet?

The portrait wasn’t large, maybe two and a half by three feet at most, but it was valuable, the old Blackwood matriarch had told you, and rather sternly at that. You mixed your colors carefully, testing them before beginning to apply them to the canvas. It was mostly the right side that had been damaged, the paint curling and blackened with soot that no one dared wipe away for fear of doing further harm.

You painted with slow, delicate strokes, uncaring of the hours ticking by as the house quieted around you.

Keep going. You were determined to finish, a fire lit inside of you as you dragged your brush across the canvas. You’re almost there. Almost done. You’d had projects like this before; intense time constraints, picky and demanding clients—but this time was different. Like you’d dug so deep that you’d breached someone else’s drive instead of just your own.

So close, now…

When you stepped away from the easel, hours had passed, and your phone, which had been silenced, blinked angrily at you from the chair by the door. The painting would need a few finishing touches, but for the most part, it was done.

You wiped a hand across your sweaty cheek, noting with a frown that your hand came away streaked with paint. The sun was beginning to set, and as you opened the door to the sitting room, you found the hallway empty. Another glance at your brightly lit phone screen told you it was a bit past seven, and the sky outside the windows was tinged pink with the setting sun.

“Hello?” Your own voice seemed to dissipate in the evening air, not carrying far. “Martin? Ozzie?”

They all left…

It was strange of them to leave and not lock up, to leave the tools unattended and the manor’s thick oak double doors wide open. You padded to the entrance, poking your head outside. Sure enough, the work vans were gone, the plastic sheeting hanging from the scaffolding flapping gently in the breeze.

I should go too.

You returned inside, quickly gathering your paint and brushes. It was summer, but the recent rain had left the air chilly and damp, and you shuddered as you shoved your supplies hurriedly into your bag. You turned to leave, sparing one last glance at the canvas.

Wait, is he…smiling? Your chest tightened as you stared at the easel. Was he… always smiling? The paint shifted on the canvas like a living thing, the colors flowing over one another like water as ever so slowly, the man on the canvas drew his tongue across his lips.

Hello, beautiful.

Something warm and wet dripped down from your left nostril onto your lip, and when you licked at it absently, hot copper bloomed on your tongue. He had been sitting, scowling, but now he stood, staring out at you from the painting like he could really see you.

Say my name, beautiful. Let me out. His voice vibrated painfully in your skull, and you whimpered, clapping your hands uselessly to your ears as though it would shut him out. You made for the door, but the pressure of his words made your eyes roll as you sank to your knees.

“I don’t—I don’t know it,” you babbled, tears leaking from your closed eyes.

Yes you do. You’ve known it this whole time, his voice was like black honey. Say it. His face was pressed up against the canvas like he was looking out a window. You shook your head, and his voice became breaking glass, became mountains crumbling and thunder booming—

SAY IT.

Blood trickled from your nose as you convulsed on the old carpet.

“C-Charles B-B-Bla-ackwood.” You could taste more blood on your tongue as the pressure in your skull receded. You were wrung out and limp, watching helplessly as a skeletal hand extended out of the canvas, curling around the frame as Charles Blackwood pulled himself free. You knew you weren’t meant to see it, the man crawling out of the painting like a corpse from an old grave, the flesh winding back up his bony fingers until they looked pink and new.

Charles straightened his suit jacket as you stared up at him, your eyes red and watery. He squatted down in front of you, clucking as he brushed sweaty hair out of your eyes.

“Don’t fret, beautiful,” he swiped his thumb through the trail of red beneath your nose and popped it into his mouth. “We’ll have you feeling right as rain in no time.” His eyes swept down your trembling form, and the smile that spread across his lips sent ice shooting through your veins.

“I think you’ll like your new home.”

fin

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan characters #charles blackwood #charles blackwood x reader #ghost!charles blackwood x reader #ghost!charles blackwood #horror #implied smut #bones drabbles #monkey’s paw challenge

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my-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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Hi!!! I have been reading a lot of your latest writings since Earthspark really pulled me back on my transformers hyperfixation but is it okay if I request headcanons of Earthspark Soundwave and Skywarp with a human s/o who's a scientist that used to be part of the war like mandroid? but is really kind and uses their skills to help and patch up the bots.

I feel that hyperfixation! Earthspark has become my brain's permanent background soundtrack and it's all I want to write about when I have time! I went with some headcanons and a short story, I hope you like them!

Skywarp

She was hesitant about your offer to help at first, but dealing with Mandroid left her little reason not to accept, even if she was sure you had something else planned. Free medical care and a safe house simply seemed too good to be true, and Novastorm shared that sentiment, informing her that you'd probably dissect them and sell their parts when you got the chance...

Imagine her surprise when she showed up with a damaged wing and found you not only willing to repair it, but downright concerned for her wellbeing. She was speechless as you guided her to rest, and hadn't a clue what to do as you treated the injury carefully and with painkillers for her comfort, in part because she expected you to reveal it was a ruse at any moment. It was only after you sent her on her way with the promise to return if she had any issues that she realized; you really wanted nothing more than to help.

From then on, she became your security, even if you tell her repeatedly that you don't need anything in return for your services. She doesn't listen and keeps an optic on you whenever she can, and if any of the bots you help show the tiniest trace of sass she makes it clear that you're to be addressed with respect. She also keeps the skies under her careful watch, lest GHOST or a filthy Autobot even thinks of getting the drop on you.

Without much to do, she'll start looking for reasons just to spend time with you, as she finds your company enjoyable for more than just medical care. Whether you realize it or not, she's more or less decided that the two of you are going to be friends. She's never met a human like you, after all, and she's not going to let anything happen to you.

Soundwave

"Hold still now, this might hurt."

Before you could apply the welder to the cleaned up gash on his arm, the sizable mech let out something like a huff and spoke with gruff confidence.

"Pain is of no consequence."

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his bravado, you dropped the welding mask back down, voice muffled but no less sarcastic as you replied, "A warped suture line is though, so just don't move, okay tough guy?" There was another grumpy huff, but otherwise he went quiet, allowing you to apply the flame and seal the injury. Moving quickly to spare him any unnecessary pain, you pretended not to notice his small tremors of discomfort as you worked, wishing you had some real painkillers to take the edge off. Unfortunately you only had enough for the truly critical emergencies...

As soon as the gash was sealed, you killed the flame and lifted your mask to inspect it. The mesh was still rough yet looking ready to start the natural healing process, compelling you to sigh softly before you stepped back to give him some room. "Try that out for me; does it feel okay?"

Lifting the arm in question, Soundwave flexed it to test the patch, not showing any sign of discomfort as he stretched out the mesh that had been gaping and bleeding when he'd arrived. Nodding once, he stood up from the makeshift medical berth as if ready to go at that very second. A quick tilt of his helm turned his visor to you. "This is acceptable."

"Keep an eye on it, and try to take it easy for a while. I'd like it if at least one of my patch jobs got a chance to heal properly." you replied with tangible weariness, thinking back to the countless cons you'd fixed up only for them to come stumbling back in a day or so to have their injuries patched up again. He was always the absolute worst of the bunch when it came to ignoring your orders, and judging by his lack of concern while testing out his injured arm, he had no intention of being careful this time around.

"I cannot make promises." he replied simply, looking ready to leave even if he'd only just stepped off the operating table. Going for the door of the small warehouse you'd turned into a safe house, he stopped to face you, speaking as plainly as he always did. "There is much to be done."

"I know, just..." you trailed off and took the opportunity to climb up the catwalk that rounded the building, putting yourself more at his eye level to say what was needed. He turned his attention to you completely, remaining respectfully quiet as you found the words to voice your concerns, though it was admittedly hard not to feel silly as you did so. Fussing over a three story warrior would have seemed unnecessary to most. "I worry, okay? I've got limited supplies, and if you ever need more than I have, there's not much I'll be able to do."

Though he only had the visor, you swore his expression shifted as if he raised a brow in surprise. Either way he went silent before turning on the spot and returning to your side, crouching down to speak at a far more intimate level.

"Concern... noted." he replied with a nod, every syllable delivered with careful consideration. You couldn't help smiling at the softness he seemed to reserve just for you, especially when he went quiet and seemed to plan out his next words before speaking them in a tone you dared to call bashful.

"Care will be taken."

You reached out and laid a hand on his, ignoring how he averted his gaze from what you knew was embarrassment before you replied softly "That's all I ask."

#transformers #maccadam #transformers: earthspark #tf earthspark #earthspark #nova storm #soundwave #human reader #self insert #medic reader

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59candelas · 1 year

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(This is my first gif, sorry its not very good, but it was the only one that applied to the story.)

Let Me Teach You|Egon Spengler x Reader|New Years Eve Special

Notes: Egon is dating reader.

Genre: Fluff 🌷

⚠️Warnings: Kissing, pet names.

Summary: Egon teaches you how to use a proton pack, guiding you the whole way.

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“Just like that, you’re doing so good.”

“1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4.”

Thats what you’ve been hearing for the past 30 minutes, and all you were doing was practically dancing.

You had asked Egon for weeks to teach you how to use a proton pack, but he kept saying “No, its too dangerous.” Every time you asked. But when you told him you wanted to be a Ghostbuster with him he thought maybe if he was with you the whole time even though you wanted to do it yourself, he could teach you, so you settled on that.

“Egon, why are we dancing.”

You said almost not questioning.

“Its not dancing, its footwork. Footwork is the most important part of learning how to use a proton pack.”

“Peter said that you just wanted to hold my waist, and say sweet nothings into my ear. Is that true?”

“No its not, but I do like doing it yes, but thats not why i’m doing this. Its proven that if a person listens to lovable things they will focus more.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Oh really? Well last time I checked you’re doing it without my help right now.”

You were confused until you realized he had let go of you, and you were doing it yourself.

“Wait what!”

Egon just chuckled, and figured it was time to actually teach you how to use a proton pack.

You didn’t know what you were going to use it on, but Egon said you could use it on some bottles.

“Okay, just remember the steps we did, i’m going to be here guiding you the whole time so if it gets to hard to control just let me know, and i’ll turn it off.”

“Yeah yeah lets just do this, i’m ready!”

You said that in a kind of playful way, Egon just nodded.

“Okay, i’m turning it on in 3..2..1!”

As soon as it blasted on, it was a lot harder than you thought.

“Egon! This is hard!”

You had to shout over the loudness of the proton pack.

“Its ok! Just focus!”

Egon said back.

With Egon helping guide you, it did make it a lot easier, you were glad you had him helping you.

You started to get the hang of it as Egon was saying sweet nothings into your ear once again.

“There you go, just like that. Think of how good of a Ghostbuster you’ll be now.”

Egon said the proton pack will eventually overheat, but he didn’t tell you when.

“Okay Y/N, i’m going to turn it off, its going to overheat soon!”

“Okay!”

You shouted back.

Once Egon turned off the proton pack you didn’t realize how tired you were from using the proton pack, and doing footwork all day.

“E-Egon.”

“Hm?”

“I’m t-tired.”

“Yeah, thats normal for your first time, we can go lie down if you want. It is getting kind of late anyways.”

“Okay.”

You said that almost not audible, but it was loud enough for Egon to hear.

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Time Skip To Inside The Firehouse

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“Egon?”

You asked.

“Hm?”

“Do you think I did good today?”

“Of course sweetheart, you did amazing.”

“Mm okay.”

“Are you ready for bed? Its late, and I bet you’re tired from today.”

“Yeah.”

As you both got ready for bed, you remembered Egon said he would reward you for doing a good job.”

“Hey, Egon?”

“Hm?”

“Didn’t you say I was getting a reward?”

“Oh yes, Can you go lie down for me?”

“Um okay?”

You were confused by his request, but you just obeyed, and went to lie down.

Soon after Egon came to lie down with you.

“Are you ready for your reward?”

“Yes i’m ready.”

As soon as you said that Egon started kissing you everywhere, your forehead, nose, face, neck, collar bone, basically everywhere he could get to.

“Egon! You’re tickling me!”

“Oh am I? Maybe I should do something else.”

You could feel his smirk saying that into your neck, you had no idea what was going to happen next.

Egon grabbed your hands, and held them atop your head to where you couldn’t move, and started tickling you all over.

“E-Egon!, S-stop! This i-is more o-of a punishment th-than a reward!”

It was hard for you to say anything because of how much giggling you were making.

“You’re right, i’ll stop.”

As he stopped you were even more tired than you were before, and after caching a few more breaths you closed your eyes. Egon went over to his side of the bed, and turned the lamp off.

“Goodnight love.”

“Mmm goodnight Egon.”

-59Candelas

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I hope you guys liked this story! I apologize if there is any mess ups in the story, but other than that have a nice day, and Happy New Year!

#egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler x you #proton pack #ghostbusters #firehouse #new years eve #fluff #my story #my writing

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m-u-g-i · 2 years

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Only You (Pt. 2)

Modern Day Sukuna X Plus-Size Female Reader

Special Tags: @jspenft @plussizeficchick

(Sorry for the late update. I just wanted to make sure it was at least a bit better compared to Part 1, so I kind of took my time with it, but also rushed, if that made sense. Hopefully, you guys like it! Let me know! 😅)

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Genre: Angst to Fluff ( + a bonus surprise ending)

Summary: Things with your new boyfriend have been quite blissful, to say the least. However, due to the foreign experience of being in a healthy relationship, Sukuna's old habits from previous experiences have proven to become quite the obstacle. You, on the other hand, were not hesitant to help him see it through. As heartbreaking as it may be to witness, you're willing to help and guide him through anything he may need help on. Yet, not everything will go according to plan.

NOTE: The following contains mentions of abuse, violence, mental instability, and vulgar language. Please keep in mind this is all for entertainment purposes and the circumstances of the following are purely fiction. The author refuses liability of any offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive towards any of the said topics.

"Bubs, do I have to?"

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I take it back!"

"Why are you so beautiful?"

Every moment with this man resulted into numerous lost brain cells, but a new pleasurable swelling of the heart.

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It had been almost 7 months since the establishment of your relationship with the supposedly playboy of the entire campus, Ryomen Sukuna.

Of course, those around you--more like the entire campus-- murmured and gossip about the various possibilities of abuse, heartbreak, and you know, the usual. Luckily, your boyfriend and yourself paid no mind to such. Immune to such reactions and treatment, it came as second nature to Sukuna to ignore the negative comments. However, the constant unwanted attention and scrunched expressions had him worry for your wellbeing. Only then did you reassure him that you didn't care for their input.

He was your safe place and as long as he was there, you could care less, not that you honestly cared to begin with.

The process of the relationship remained unhurried since the term "healthy relationship" had been foreign for both parties, let alone the experience. Being understanding of one another, it was as if walking on eggshells when near each other. The past few months had only consisted of café dates, shopping, late night, and domestic dates, such as watching movies, cooking, or playing video games. With skinship, it never crossed hand-holding, couch cuddles, passionate kisses and pecks, and hugs.

Timid of intimacy--romantically, not sexually--it proved to be difficult to truly communicate with one another. In fact, the shock of your established romance with each other completely disregarded the thought of discussing boundaries, preferences, rules and similar topics. Believing certain boundaries were a given, the two of you were able to manage to go about your relationship somewhat comfortably, but it's only a matter of time before a line is accidentally crossed.

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5:50 pm struck the clock as Mr. Shimizu continued to hand you snack after snack, ignoring your statements of refusal.

"Dad, it's alright. Really. You don't need to do this. I'm just glad Mom is doing well and you returned safely."

"No, please. The least I can do is give you something to take home," your boss insisted.

"Besides, I know you're probably going to visit young Ryomen after this, so you can share some snacks with him. Oh! Stay right here!"

You chuckle seeing this adorable old man run to the back room.

Mr. Shimizu, your manager, had been such a sweet man since you applied for the job in high school. He had witnessed you go through a variety of toxic relationships and family issues, but had always been there to help whenever you needed it from free food to providing you free holidays to a place to stay, even.

A true father figure, you must say.

In fact, you ended up identifying him and his wife as your parents since they've been the only true parental figures throughout your lifetime, so you can imagine the joy in his face when he saw how well Sukuna treated you.

Your old man wanted to apologize for keeping you later than usual, since your shift usually ends at 4 pm. The next worker doesn't come in until 6, so he would fill in until then. You've gone overtime both voluntarily and involuntarily before, not necessarily just for the pay, but you worried for Mr. Shimizu.

Though he's a lovely soul and you loved working for him, he is an old man and as of recently, his wife had been admitted in the hospital. While being her caretaker, he wouldn't have been able to return until around 5:30 pm, but the hospital his wife is located is a 20-minute drive away from the convenience store. There, he had asked if you could go overtime until he returned.

How could you refuse your kind-hearted boss?

He came back out with a plastic bag and a bunch of foreign snacks in hand.

"These were imported from Korea and America. Knowing both of your favorites, I thought you guys might enjoy it."

The food varied from unfamiliar flavors and brands of ramen, chips, beverages, ice cream and so on. He placed all of your favorite snacks with the imported ones into the bag.

You held his wrinkled hand with both of your hands before bowing at a 90 degree angle.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Shimizu," you thanked.

He lightly smacks your head.

"What happened to 'Dad', huh?"

You laugh at his antics before correcting yourself.

"I'm sorry. Thank you, Dad," you teased.

"Much better," he sighs with a smile.

His eyes crinkle so adorably, providing you with free serotonin. You chuckle at his goofy little grin.

"Sometimes, I wish you were our child, Y/N. We'd probably spoil you rotten."

"You already do, Dad, but I don't want it to seem as if I'm in it for the free snacks," you nervously chuckled.

"Nonsense. You and Ryomen are too good of kids to do such things. Besides, you both deserve it. Now, go. Send him my regards and let him know Mom is very grateful for the knitting kit. She loves it."

"Is that so? That's good. I'll let him know. Thanks again, Dad," you softly say before giving him a farewell hug.

"I'll see you later. Tell Mom we'll come to visit her soon."

"Will do. Be safe, Y/N-san."

"Mm!"

You wave farewell, making way to Sukuna's apartment with the grocery bag in hand.

Thankfully, the distance to his apartment from your work place could easily be reached by foot. Within 10 minutes, you arrived at the apartment complex, going to the 5th floor to which he was located.

Majority of the domestic dates would take place at his apartment, mainly since it would allow him the privilege of driving you home afterwards. Simp.

Anyways, you finally arrived at his door, knocking on it with a familiar rhythm.

"Ryo-kun. Dad gave us our favorites. He even got us new snacks to try," you say through the thin door.

Moments passed as there was no answer.

You tilted your head, baffled before you knocked once more with more volume.

"Ryo-kun? Are you there?"

No answer.

With a swift motion, you took ahold of your phone to call the male, in case he went elsewhere. After a few rings, you could hear his loud, catchy ring tone ringing on the other side of the door. Hearing the tune indicated a hint of him possibly being inside.

'Maybe he's in the restroom' you think to yourself.

Before you could shift yourself to retreat back home, the tremendous sound of shattering glass echoed through the board of wood separating his abode to the hallway you stood in.

Absolute terror pierced your heart the moment the shattering entered your ears. Immediately, you burst the door open, only to be welcomed by emptiness. The living room with the attached kitchen was left impressively neat and organized, but held no sight of him. In a panic, you call out to him, dropping the bag of goods.

"Ryo-kun?! Are you alright?! Are you home?!"

Instinctively, your feet made their way to his bedroom door, closed. Almost busting open the door, you encounter such a heart wrenching sight. A mirror-wall completely demolished with shards, variant in size, decorating a decent portion of his bedroom floor. Fortunately, the floor was tiled, therefore, there would be less difficulty with the cleaning.

However, with the entirety of his left side laying on the glass, there laid your beloved, breathing heavily, borderline hyperventilating. His clothes and hair were very disheveled and somewhat bloodied from the contact with the sharp objects. His body visibly trembled violently and terror decorated his face so pitifully. Tears steamed down his cheeks as he curled into a ball and mumbled absolute nonsense while clenching his fists. At that very moment, you came to a quick realization.

He was having a panic attack.

Mind you, this wasn't the first time you had seen him experience such events, however, this particular day seemed incredibly more intense and dare you say, the most horrific compared to past experiences.

The usual attacks involved tears and hyperventilating, but they were quick to end once he was in your embrace and his mind was able to process your comforting words. Though some quicker than others, you've never seen one at this extent.

Terror painted your expression so vividly as you feast your eyes upon the blood run down his fingers and knuckles with shards sticking to the skin. The pattern of the cracks in the mirror indicated he must've purposely hit it, but the reason as to why he'd do that remained unknown. Though you felt urgent to do so, you managed to restrain yourself from allowing your own emotions interfere in this event.

Without a thought in your mind, you kneeled before him, caressing his sweet face that became ruined by the salty tears streaming down his beautiful ruby eyes.

"Ryo-kun, baby. Hey, hey, hey," you whisper.

"I'm here, baby. I'm right here."

It took some time, but eventually, as your calling to him continued, his blank stare began to gain light and color as it shifted to your direction. You smile, endearingly, rubbing his cheek with your thumb, attempting to hide the excruciating pain intensifying within you.

"B-Bubba?" He mutters, weakly.

"Hey, there you are. It's me, love. Come on, sit up for me."

You sit him up slowly, fearful of possible wounds caused by the mirror shards. His body stayed persistent in its severe trembling and hyperventilating. Tears continued to cascade down his plump cheeks as his eyes began to swell, yet his expression remained blank and almost dead. How your heart shattered seeing him in such a state. You caressed his face, directing his attention to you.

"Baby, I'm here now. Breathe for me. Breathe."

Emphasizing your breathing pattern, you helped guide him through his breathing, calming it to a decent stability. Though a few a hiccups were made, you could tell he was much calmer than before and his once absent mind finally became present.

"Well done, baby. Remember, it's not real, okay? It's all fake. Just focus on being here with me. Name three things you see in your room for me."

His weary eyes began to wander around the room.

"C-Clock," he whispered with a raspy tone.

"Good, good. What else?"

"U-Uh, b-bed."

"Very good, love. One more for me."

His attention fell on you.

"Y-You. M-My baby," he states with slight more volume.

You nod with such a broken grin as your tears threatened to fall, yet you managed to resist.

"That's right. I'm your baby. Good job, love. Now, Ryo-kun, are you with me?" You ask, almost in a whisper.

He weakly nods while he sniffles and allows a few more tears to spill, to which you instantly wiped away.

"Do you mind telling me what happened, baby? What's going on? I'm not going to push you, bub. I just want to make sure you're taken care of."

You lovingly rub your thumb against his cheek, attempting to help him find comfort in your touch. He subconsciously leaned into the sweet caress of your palm with a light peck.

"I-I, uh, I saw her again," he managed to confess.

Red.

That's all that filed your vision at that moment.

Your affectionate aura hardened into complete rage thinking of that woman once more. You had to repeatedly remind yourself to reassure and care for your lover before you're able to fulfill your blood lust. With teeth gritted, jaw tightened, and breaths sharpened, you held his bloodied hands softly, contrasting from the visible fury inflamed within you.

"What happened, love?" You questioned with venom subtly dripping from your tone.

"Don't worry, she didn't do anything. Well, not that she could anyway," he almost mumbled, while looking down.

Your head tilted, baffled.

"What do you mean, bub?"

"I was at the, uh, the mall with Satoru and Suguru. We were just hanging out, you know, shopping, eating, that kind of stuff. And then, we came across her near the store we were shopping in. I'm not sure if she saw us since everything that followed was all a blur, but all I remembered was freaking out and running back home."

With his eyes remaining towards the floor, his voice began to crack recalling the scene, but he inhaled a deep yet sharp breath before continuing.

"I-I came home a-and everything felt dizzy and loopy. I-I looked in the mirror a-and.....and....a-and," he stuttered.

He looks at you with such agony and horror as sobs and tears were all that were present on his face.

"I thought she came back for me, so I j-just-- I went crazy, Y/N."

The volume of his sobs increased to which you were quick to embrace him with his head in your chest. You could've cared less about the shards piercing through your knees. No amount of pain could ever compare to witnessing your lover break down. His cries were slightly muffled into your chest while he tried to finish his statement.

"Her v-voice is so vivid in my head. It keeps telling me that I'm worthless. That I'm some worthless pig. She even threatened to hurt you! I can't get it to stop! I don't know what to do, Y/N!"

The escalation of his voice neither scared nor bothered you. It just showed the traumatic impact of his past relationships, but you felt a slight bliss at his ability to display his vulnerability to you, although you'd give your own life to take away his pain. He curls into your chest, hands clutching unto the fabric near the area, finding comfort in your embrace.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this, my love. You didn't sign up for this," he sobbed.

With a gentle motion, you lifted his chin to passionately kiss his chapped lips. Still sobbing, he responded back to the kiss before you pulled away moments after. Unable to contain it any longer, droplets of water fell from your eyes, surprising the male before you. Your gaze intensified as a smile fell upon your face.

"You're so beautiful, Ryomen-kun," you whispered. "So, so pretty."

You peck his forehead before retreating back to his ruby eyes, your smile unwavering.

"I didn't ask for what I was signing up for. I honestly don't care what this package has in store. As long as it is my Ryomen, I'd be in Heaven," you state softly as your tears fell faster and more frequently.

His heart clenched at the sight of your broken smile plastered on your face as your fat tears spewed similarly to waterfalls.

"Y/N."

"Ryo-kun, you need to learn to stop apologizing for being human. Scenes, anxiety, panic, as scary as they may seem, do not forget that it's normal. It's what makes us human. Being human sucks, I get it, but I'll be here to help you through it all. Besides, the fact you let me be with you and help you through this is truly admirable on your part, Ryo-kun."

This time, a peck was given on his nose and both of his cheeks before your foreheads were conjoined with your palm still against his cheek.

"Remember, you're mine and I'm yours. Your problems are my problems, your pain is my pain. And I've told you once before, this is all about helping you establish your own self-worth and I promised to help you through it, no matter what. I'm not going anywhere and if she wants a fight, I'll give her one. You saw us the first time, she ain't gon' do anything."

A chuckle left his mouth along with a charming smile as he gently places his palm against the backhand of your own that is caressing his cheek.

"Thank you, bubs. I don't know what I'd do without you," he says with love pouring out with every word spoken.

"I could say the same, love."

Sharing one last embrace, you sealed the conclusion of this panic with a loving kiss.

"Here, I'll help you clean up."

Placing his non-bleeding arm around your shoulders, you lifted him up gently, though he struggled due to the immense pain finally seeping throughout his body. Groans, moans, hisses, grumbles, those were the only sounds leaving his lips. Carefully yet swiftly, you used all the strength you could physically muster up to bring him to his bathroom.

Slowly placing him on the toilet, you take a minute to truly analyze your lover. Glass pierced along the side his left arm and leg with a bit on his feet, scalp and hair colored red, knuckles bleeding profusely and eyes overly swollen from intense crying.

'My baby, what has she done to you?' You thought to yourself.

Your palms found his face once as he leaned into the touch, relaxing at the soft contact against his dry skin.

"Baby, I'm going to be taking care of you, alright? That includes bathing you. But, I do not want to cross any lines. If you would rather bathe yourself, that's fi--"

"It's alright, bubba. I trust you. Plus, I don't think I'm in the right condition to do anything," he softly states with a small smile.

Boom, putty. This man never fails to make your heart melt with glee. Him trusting you in whatever you do with him is definitely a trait you probably won't be able to be immune to.

"A-Alright, I'm going to start by undressing you, okay? Let me know if anything hurts or is making you uncomfortable," you stuttered with a deep blush.

The male chuckles almost smugly at your rosy, puffed cheeks, but it was quickly replaced with a flinch once you started to pull his shirt off.

"U-Ugh!"

"Sorry! Do you want me to stop?" You frantically ask, worry obviously shown in your expression and tone.

"I'm alright, bubba. You can keep going. I just got thrown off-guard."

He managed to flash a slight smile and though hesitant, you proceeded with your task, still concerned about his pain. Once his shirt was off, there were fewer shards attached to him, yet the bleeding from such continued to flow. Thankfully, majority of the bleeding stopped, it was just a few droplets remained and continued to flow.

Similarly, once pulling down his sweatpants, a few groans and moans escaped his lips with your songs of apologies following after. Finally off, there was also a decrease of shards piercing his flesh along his left leg. Fortunately, the bleeding in his leg stopped, so less worry there. Only left in his boxers, your fended off to search for his first aid kit which was located in one of his top drawers in the kitchen.

Returning back, you brought a chair to sit in front of the injured male along with the first aid kit. Sitting the kit on the sink, you immediately set the trash can next to your seat before searching inside the container for gauzes and tweezers. You brought out your leather wallet.

"I'm going to start taking the glass out, but I don't know how painful it may be. Do you want to bite on this for assistance with the pain, just to be safe, or do you want to tough it out?" You ask, waving your wallet in front of him.

"Uh, I'll try to tough it out, but if I can't, I'll take the wallet."

"Got it. Just let me know."

Ever so gently, you began to pick the biggest shards off his body, disposing them inside the trash can. He flinched and hissed multiple times, but by his words, key words: his words, he could handle it. Bit by bit, the amount of shards began to decrease.

"Dad says hi and Mom says thanks for the knitting kit. Dad said she loved it," you state, striking up conversation to distract him.

"I'm glad she liked it. I want to go see her again."

"I was planning this weekend since we're both off work and we don't have school. Unless you have plans with the guys."

"Nope. And even if we did, I'd much rather see Mom."

You laugh seeing the irritation in your boyfriend's face, thinking about those two idiots. You were close to ask him about the mall, but after the event that just took place earlier, you bit back your tongue.

It took some time, but you finally managed to get all the glass out of his body. Leaning back to look at him, you realized the coat of sweat covering his body from the strain of enduring the pain. Poor thing was exhausted.

"Alright, all done. Luckily, your wounds are nothing serious. Just a few cuts and bruises. All we need to do is apply alcohol before wrappi--"

"No!" He shouted.

You jolted at the sudden outburst.

"U-Uh, sorry. I just," he sighs. "I despise rubbing alcohol. It hurts like a b*tch."

You sigh in relief as you giggle at his childish behavior, but he wasn't wrong. It's excruciating painful, so you couldn't necessarily blame him. However, you refuse to allow his wounds to be left improperly treated.

"I understand, baby, but I don't want any infections in your cuts. Maybe this time, you may need to use the wallet."

Returning back into the kit, you searched for the rubbing alcohol. After a thorough analysis, there seemed to be no rubbing alcohol.

"Hmm, there's none."

"Yes! Uh, I-I mean, aw, shucks," he lies.

"Hold on now, Mr. Wussycat. I'm just going to get some at the store. You can sit in the bath and clean yourself while waiting until I get back. In case your bath finishes before I get home, make sure to lay on a fresh towel on the bed. That way, when I come back, I can just apply the alcohol and bandage it up. Got it?"

He groans in complaint, but gives in.

"Fine," he pouts.

With a chuckle, you land a peck on lips and began to run his bath. You tried to dial back on the soap, considering the various wounds. Once the water filled the tub, you applied the soap before swishing the water to create suds. With a decent amount of suds displayed, you set the soap beside the tub in case the suds aren't to his preference. Sukuna managed to remove his boxers independently, though it was quite the task to do so.

Lifting him up slowly and cautiously, you sat him into the water at the exact same pace.

"There you go. Now, I'm going to head to store and once we get those wounds treated, we can eat the food I brought."

"You brought food?!" He exclaimed with basic puppy eyes.

Of course, you couldn't keep your slight giggles silent.

"When do I not? Dad got our usual favorites, but he even got us some new snacks to try later. Dad said they're imported, so we'll see how that'll work out."

You peck his lips three times before departing yourself from the male.

"I'll see you later, babe. Just relax, for now. Then, we can eat and chill once I return."

"Okay, baby. Take my wallet. Buy yourself something if you find anything interesting at the store."

"Yeah, like hell I would. I got it, babe. Today was my pay day, so I can pay for it," you refused.

"Bubba, just take it. Let me treat you, love," he insisted.

"It's fine. I'll pay."

"I wasn't asking, Y/N."

"Neither was I, Ryomen."

"Either you take my wallet and get something with the alcohol or I spoil what happens in One Piece."

You gasped dramatically at the threat.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, bubba," he retaliated with a slight smirk.

"Ugh, healthy relationships are exhausting."

"Too bad, you're stuck."

"Nah, nah, nah, nah," you mimic, tongue sticking out in a goofy manner.

He laughs at your mockery.

"So mature of you, my love."

"More than you," you respond, backing facing him, waving him off.

His chuckles reached your ears once more. Despite the melting in your heart, your eyes playfully roll as you went back into his bedroom, grabbing his wallet from the nightstand.

"If you go broke, don't blame me!" You shout.

"Wasn't planning to!" He answered.

Scoffing from his egotistical behavior, you left the apartment, making your way to store on foot. The walk in itself is normally 5-10 minutes, so traveling from his place to the store wasn't a problem. You made your way out the complex and began to stroll through the night.

While you walked through the small town, you thoroughly admired the beauty of the simple town. The street lights shining on the trees as a few flowers and leaves fall gracefully unto the concrete, the cars passing by swiftly bringing breeze with every pass, bystanders peacefully passing through the streets, the neon and LED signs of the various stores and businesses adding color to the darkness of the night, and your favorite, the twinkling and dazzling of the numerous stars above you decorating the pitch black sky so beautifully.

Tranquil nights have always been your favorite atmosphere. Everyone's resting after a long day's work, barely anyone around to cause ruckus, the breeze being much cooler as it blows against your skin, the list could go on.

While distracted by your analysis of the town's beauty, a hand forcefully covers your mouth as you were suddenly yanked into an alley where no one tends to go in.

With your screams muffled, you squirmed and struggled in the unknown figure's grip before your back was slammed against the wall. Fear crept into your veins as you were manhandled by this mysterious person.

"Now, now, no need to be so hasty, Y/N-chan. Just do as I say and no one gets hurt, okay?"

Before you could scream, your heart dropped once you recognized the masculine voice. One you were a little too familiar with. Though it was almost completely dark, you squinted your eyes on attempt to identify the unknown figure.

Your heart jumped to your throat as the fear in your blood transformed into pure terror, causing to you to lose the ability to function, much less move.

The towering male slyly allowed an evil grin crawl on his face seeing your reaction, installing more fear inside your curvaceous little body.

There stood Kyojuro Michikatsu, your ex.

Hands began to tremble, your knees buckled, sweat dripped frequently from your forehead, whimpers left your lips, though muffled. Memories of your past relationship replayed in your head so suddenly yet clearly.

"I don't care if you're starving. No one's going to find an elephant attractive unless you start losing that tummy."

"I'm sorry, baby. I just wanted what was best for you. Please forgive me."

"You're a worthless piece of sh*t that nobody loves except me! You'll realize the mistake you made and you'll come running back!"

Your eyes burned, yearning for tears to escape, but you refused to back down from the male before you. As you made distinctively clear before, you're much different from back then.

"Good girl. Now, I'll remove my hand, but scream and you're done," he threatened.

You nodded once more, complying for the sake of your life. He finally removed his hand, letting you breathe.

"Kyojuro, what are you doing here? What do you want?" You question, so softly yet so dangerously.

"Ouch. No need to be harsh, Y/N-cha--"

"Don't call me that, bastard. You lost that privilege the day you laid your hands on me," you growled.

His jaw tightened, restraining himself from surrendering to his anger, a common emotion that you knew turned the wheels in his head. Inhaling and exhaling, a fake, affectionate smile at plastered on face.

"I said sorry, didn't I?"

"Yeah, and you said you wouldn't do it again, but look what happened. You know what, I ain't got time for this, Kyojuro."

You attempted to leave, but the male immediately shoved you back into the wall harsher than before. Way harsher.

"No, no. You...are going to listen to me, understood? 'Cause you're mine and that's all you'll ever be," he hisses with his patience running thinner than paper.

"I love you, Y/N."

His hand approached your face in attempt to caress it, but you waved it away, irritated, followed by a scoff from your lips.

"No, you don't. You love controlling me. There's a difference, Kyojuro and you know it. You're just mad I'm not helpless anymore. I'm worth more than just being your personal stress toy or matter of fact, punching bag. Come talk to me once you're able to differentiate the two."

He yells out in frustration, causing you to flinch as he slammed his fist against the wall behind you. His breath quickened in fury as his gaze on you held no humanity--not like they did anyway.

"Come on, onii-chan. Just beat the b*tch already," a feminine voice whined.

The familiar tone made your anxiety skyrocket. The woman's silhouette appeared from the shadows behind the male, making your blood boil red.

"I'm assuming you're behind this," you speculate with such a venomous tone.

"More or less."

Her obnoxious giggle enters your ears, screeching your eardrums similar to a cat's claws scratching a chalkboard. Your annoyance grew with every passing second as the two stand next to each other.

Kyojuro Michikatsu and Kanjuro Mizuki.

Kyojuro and Kanjuro share the same mother, however, they originated from separate dads. Long story short, their mother cared more about her bank account than her husbands.

Correction, ex-husbands.

Kyojuro's father was a wealthy man with a successful company and in its prime, his mother was quick to have him bankrupt. With absolutely no cent left, the man was abandoned by his supposedly beloved wife and son. No justice was served since his mother had a very well-put group of lawyers to cover her tracks. It wasn't even a year after she left before she married a much wealthier man, therefore, conceiving Kanjuro. That's why, they have different last names.

There isn't much information about their relationship at the moment, however, it didn't take a genius to recognize a "gold digger" when you saw one.

"What the hell do you want?" You hissed.

"Not much, Y/N-chan. Just want a small conversation with you," Mizuki says with venomous smile.

"About what?"

"About this."

Mizuki lands a hard slap right across your face.

Instinctively, you approached her, ready to retaliate. Yet, you were forcefully yanked by your hair by Kyojuro, pulling you back and he landed a nice kick in your gut.

You dropped to the floor, pain spreading throughout your body as you groaned on your hands and knees. Holding your gut, once more, your hair was yanked, snapping your head up to see Mizuki, inches away from your face, smirking with amusement and sadism.

"This is what you should look like. On your hands and knees, like a little b*tch."

"Have you looked in the mirror recently?" You remarked.

You spit in her face, causing her jaw to drop in offense. She shrieks in disgust.

"You little--"

There, a kick landed square in your face, resulting into a liquid redness to drip from your nose profusely. Without a moment to groan in agony, another aggressive pull was placed on your scalp once more, lifting you up to lean your wrecked body against the wall before Kyojuro landed a nice punch on your other cheek, earning a slight grumble from you.

"Know your place, Y/N-chan," your ex hisses.

Spitting out the blood, the metallic taste in your taste buds feed into your blood lust. You scoff weakly in amusement as your eyes meet his.

"Like I'd listen to a bastard like you."

The veins in the male's forehead and neck pulsed so violently as a sadistic grin crept unto his face.

"You've developed quite the mouth last time I saw you. Gotta change that."

He attempts another right hook, but being quick enough, you were able to dodge and elbow him square in the nose, causing redness to flow similarly to you. He stumbles back as the siblings both shared the exact petrified expression of seeing blood seep down. They both look to you, finding you in a defensive stance, smirking.

"Not a nice feeling, now is it?" You mock.

His eyes narrowed in fury as he approached you, flying his limbs around, striving to land a blow. However, it never made contact as you would dodge every time. Spotting an opening, you made harsh contact with his side using your fist, extracting a yelp from him in pain. With a few seconds of him distracted, a roundhouse crushed his face in, possibly breaking a tooth or two.

Mizuki came in to help without hesitation, making similar movements, but not nearly precise compared to her bastard of a brother. Snickers left your lips as her movements resembled a five year old attempting to box. With ease, your leg swiftly looped in from behind her legs, directing her to fall on her back. But before making contact with the floor, you landed one last punch on her face, giving her the same nosebleed as her brother.

You towered over her body, out breath due to the abuse on your body from her and Kyojuro. Suddenly, you pulled into a head lock, closing the airways for oxygen to enter your body. Choking, you hit the forearms of the perpetrator to cause harm, but no avail did it help. Blood running down his nose and lips, Kyojuro grunted as he mustered all of his remaining strength to keep you locked in.

"You know, I really was going to go easy on you and forgive you for what you did to my sister, but now, you're just testing me."

Even with the lack of oxygen in your lungs, you managed to laugh at his hypocritical statement.

"Isn't that what you did to me? Isn't that what she did to Sukuna? You hypocrites are just sh*t in the flesh. At least, I'm not a wuss to straighten up a real hoe when I saw one," you spat.

He growled as his displeasure increased with every word spoken from your mouth. Shakily, Mizuki managed to stand up, though her stance was visibly unstable. Her eyes narrowed, similarly to her brother's, as she snarled in annoyance as well.

"You still want to mess with me, you sl*t?! Huh?!"

With Kyojuro's inescapable hold on you, Mizuki went ballistic with no restrictions. She landed a few punches unto your gut and face a few times before Kyojuro finally released you from his grip, resulting into you dropping unto the floor, groaning at the pain. Coughing intensely, red flowed in thicker and greater amounts from your lips.

They towered over your chubby figure, beaten and bruised and out of breath from the intense collision that had occurred. With one last kick to your side, Mizuki scoffs in triumph.

"Serves you right, you whore."

On their way to leave, unexpectedly, you began to laugh hysterically, confusing the two siblings. They stared at your crawling figure, cackling maniacally, while making way near the wall. Using the wall as leverage, your legs weakly conjured whatever remaining strength to assist you in standing up, though your stance was sluggish and exhausted. For balance, you leaned your back against the wall as your cackles echoed through the alley.

"You're pathetic, Mizuki-san. You couldn't handle the fact you got your *ss handed to you, you cried to Big Brother to help you. I knew you were weak, but damn," you smugly say with a sly smile.

Her eyes burned with fury once more, prepared to pounce on you again, yet she was quickly decline by a hand stopping her arm.

Our attention shifted to the unknown figure--correction: figures-- standing behind the female. The woman froze in fear while the male stood there irritated at the interruption. You, on the other hand, became anxious seeing nothing, but two shadow silhouettes. However, it quickly withered away, finally being able to recognize the white hair contrasting from the pitch black of night.

"Who the f*ck are you two?" Kyojuro snapped, referring mainly to the white-haired figure holding Mizuki's arm.

"Just a few friends," answered the white hair.

"Satoru, don't waste your breath on scum," the other stated with a cheerful tone that poured poisonous intent.

Looking behind him, Kyojuro found a male with a sharper eye shape and long black hair.

"Who are you calling scum, you b*tch?!" Kyojuro exclaims.

The male attempted a punch towards the black hair's face, only to be abruptly stopped by the latter's hand holding his fist. With a wicked smile, the long-haired male went near Kyojuro's ear, nearly crushing the man's fist in his grip.

"Look in the mirror," Suguru whispered.

Without a moment to spare, Suguru twisted the male's wrist, causing a few joints to go out of place, earning a satisfying scream of agony.

"Oops, too much?" Suguru mocks with a smile of absolute malice.

Landing a harsh kick to the chest sent Kyojuro flying to wall, somewhat near you, making him fall to floor. His cries of agony filled your ears, feeding into your hunger of sadism.

"Onii-chan!" Mizuki cried.

"Shut up, hoe," Satoru snarled.

Turning her to face him with such aggression, he lands a nice slap to her cheek before swiping his long legs underneath hers, tripping her similarly to you. Instead of punching while she's in the air, he lets her body fall, but before her head hits the floor, he gives one last kick to the side of her jaw. Nothing was overly injured, but it was painful enough to leave them unconscious for a while.

"Aww, she's already knocked out," Satoru whines.

"Sometimes, I wish she wasn't so weak, so I could land a few more blows, but I'm just glad I got t--"

Suguru coughs in interruption. Satoru looks at the other puzzled until Suguru directs his attention to you, beaten up and weakly standing, waving awkwardly.

"Right. My bad."

The two take one arm each around their shoulders, helping you stand up, allowing you relax in their grip.

"Whoa Y/N, are you alright? What happened?" Satoru asked, worry audible in his voice.

"You know the usual, my ex and his little sister beating me up to get back at me from handing her flat*ss to her," you casually share.

"Ex? Little sister? Mizuki has an older brother?" Suguru asks.

"I think it's best if I tell you guys later. You know, when we're not suspiciously in a dark alleyway where the people are beaten up."

"Yeah, let's go," Satoru suggested.

"Wow, you really are a whore," a voice remarked.

The three turned your heads to see your ex, Kyojuro, barely holding unto consciousness with a useless smirk on face. You scoff.

"Yeah, and I'm guessing those STD forms on your nightstand weren't real either," you snarled back.

His snark returned once hearing your words.

"You won't get away with this. No one would ever love you the way I did."

Satoru shifted forward, ready to add another name to his murder list, but you were quick to stop him.

"If that's your definition of love, I think I'll survive. Let's go, guys," you respond.

Without question, the two guys assisted you in walking to Sukuna's apartment. Once realizing where you were headed, you suddenly remembered the original purpose of your outing.

"Crap, I need to get something from the store. Turn around."

"What? No. We're taking you to Ryomen-chan's to get you treated," Satoru scolded.

"We can go after I get what I need from the store. I just need one thing."

"What is it?"

"Rubbing alcohol. Ryo-kun needs for his first aid kit."

"We can get that after we get to Ryomen-chan's place."

"Please. We really need it. I don't want to return empty handed," you share with a melancholic tone.

The decrease in your mood only decreased their's as well. Weakened by your saddened expression and tone, the two look at each other, sending a telepathic message before sighing in unison.

"Fine. How about this? Suguru will take you to Ryomen-chan and I'll get it for you," the white hair negotiated.

"It's alright, senpai. It's my responsibility. I told Ryo-kun I'd get it."

"No, Y/N-san," Suguru interrupted. "Satoru will get it. I'll stay with you until we get to Ryomen's house."

"B-Bu--"

"No 'buts'. Satoru will get it, I'll stay with you, and that's final. Understood?" Suguru almost scolded.

With a pout, you nodded, agreeing with the decision.

It wasn't long until the depressing aura radiating off you shifted to pure glee. You smiled gratefully, melting the hearts of the two men.

"Thank you, Gojo-senpai. Thank you, Geto-senpai. I truly appreciate everything you guys do for us," you say, softly and sincerely.

With a shy blush appear on their faces, Suguru coughed to recollect himself from his flustered state while Satoru nervously chuckles, scratching the back of his hair.

"N-No problem, Y/N-chan. Just get there safely. I'll be back, okay?"

He ruffles your hair before he basically skips off to the store.

"Dang it! I forgot to give him the money for the alcohol," you groan.

"Don't fret too much about it, eh? He's loaded, so you'll be fine," Suguru reassured.

"But, still."

"Y/N-san, please. Let's focus on getting you to Ryomen and treating your bruises. We can discuss other matters later."

Suguru being assertive to your whining somewhat made you feel irritated, but it was easily brushed off knowing it's all for your safety. Although, he doesn't realize the worry storming in your mind when trying to figure out the explanation you'd have to share with Ryomen when seeing you. You actually wanted to hide away and keep the event hidden from the male, for the sake of his mental health, but you knew that wouldn't be the best option. You could only pray for a decent reaction, though you knew what was possibly coming.

Time Skip

Finally arriving at Sukuna's place, Suguru brought you into the bedroom where your lover was laying on a fresh towel on the bed, waiting with nothing but a towel around his hips, playing on his phone. A familiar expression of horror suddenly appeared on his face, seeing you with a swollen eye, bloody forehead, bruised cheeks and lips, and an overall beaten-down figure, using Suguru as leverage.

Almost immediately, disregarding his own wounds, he carefully took you from Suguru, bringing you to the bathroom to bathe and care for you before getting you treated. With Suguru already in the living room, waiting, your lover helped dress you in your undergarments and shorts before calling Suguru in to help tend to your wounds. The two men are the only ones able to see you with a bra and shorts, mainly since they don't lust after you nor make any moves. Plus, you've all been to beach together, so it wasn't necessarily anything new or uncomfortable.

After explaining his own wounds to his dear friend, although it left the long hair pitying the other, Sukuna began itching for an explanation seeing his beloved decorating in purple, blue and black bruises, beginning from your beautiful face to your adorable tummy to your delectable legs. His heart twisted so bitterly. With Suguru bandaging your body since it was mainly sprains and bruises all over your body, you hesitantly decided to share the details of your encounter during your outing to the store. Just as predicted, he didn't take it well.

"What?!"

You held in your ears in slight pain.

"Not so loud. These walls aren't so thick, you know?" You scold.

"Sorry if I can't help, but get pissed at the fact our exes decided to gang up on you!" Your boyfriend exclaimed, louder.

"Ryomen," Suguru whispers. "Please, we're all in shock and we're all upset, but you must recollect yourself. You and Y/N-san are not in the best condition so, don't strain yourselves. Wait until Satoru arrives and we can treat you both. Then, we can discuss."

Huffing and puffing, your lover crosses his arms, sulking similarly to a child, becoming silent from his whining. There, Suguru claimed his assertive victory over your lover.

Curse his dominant exterior.

"Geto-senpai. I've been meaning to ask. How did you and Gojo-senpai find me?" Your question curiously.

In fact, Sukuna even became intrigued.

"Well, we actually came from the store with snacks, on our way to Ryomen's place to hang out. We were passing by when we heard someone cursing and another person groaning. We checked to see if things were what we assumed it to be and it was. However, we weren't expecting you to be there, let alone being beaten up. Once we saw that guy and Mizuki beating you up, we couldn't control ourselves and interfered."

"Well, thank you again. For everything. I probably would have died if you hadn't interfered."

"Don't mention it. Satoru recorded it and we listened to everything from when he told you to know your place and then on. We're going to report it as evidence of domestic abuse and assault. There were even videos from when you handed Mizuki's flat *ss in her hands several months ago. But, it mainly caught her sexually assaulting Ryomen. Therefore, this two siblings really have no defense against these."

You smile gratefully as rubbed the back of his palm.

"Thank you, Geto-senpai. I owe you and Gojo-senpai."

The male froze as an adorable blush appeared on his cheeks, giving you genuine smile.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N-san. We're just glad you're okay, now."

The bedroom door flew open as the one we've waiting for finally arrived.

"I have the alcohol, but I bought some extra food, just in case," Satoru noted.

He hands the liquid to Suguru before the latter pours the liquid on a cotton pad, approaching Sukuna. The pink hair backed up.

"Hell no, do Y/N first!" Sukuna complains.

"Your wounds are more severe compared to hers. She mainly has bruises and sprains. You were literally stabbed by glass. I already treated her and now, it's your turn," the other male explains.

"I believe you need this," you offer, handing Sukuna your wallet.

Whining and grumbling, Sukuna sat stiffly with the wallet placed in his mouth as Suguru began to dab the damp cotton pad on the various cuts, earning a melody of muffled yelps and cries from the pink hair. Satoru, on the other hand, was having the time of his life Almost in a sadistic manner, Suguru thoroughly clean inside the cuts to prevent internal infection or anything of the sort, causing the injured male to tear up.

You decided to sit next to him and held his hand through the entire process, though you were close in losing your hand. Suguru then applied some Vaseline before he wrapped Sukuna in bandages and gauzes.

"And done," Suguru proclaimed. "Just make sure to change your bandages and clean your wounds every day."

With a nod, the other male relaxed against your shoulder as you pat his head, oh so gently and softly. Meanwhile, the cackling white hair continued to spew his balls of laughter, thinning the patience of the three of you.

"Bruh, my guy almost cried! Bahaha!" He teased.

The three of you simultaneously glared at the laughing male before turning your heads towards each other. With a nod, all three of you approached him as he remained in his pit of laughter. Noticing you three towering over him, you all quickly smack the sides and back of head in sync.

"Ow! What the hell?!"

His cry left unanswered made him pout in result.

"Anyways, let's get down to business. Y/N-san. If you don't mind telling us, what is your relation with this man, other than being your ex-boyfriend? Is he a co-worker of some sort? Old classmate?" Suguru interrogated.

Still next to Sukuna, you took a sharp breath as your fingers began to fidget. The thought of him causing so much physical triggers. Sukuna did not hesitate to hold them both in his bigger one. He runs his thumb on the back of your palm, soothingly.

"Take your time, bubba," he comforted.

You nod with another sigh following.

"He and I were together since Intermediate. We were young and it was puppy love almost. We continued our relationship throughout high school until around our Second Year. He, uh," you halt with a broken chuckle.

"He got upset because I didn't go to his ruby game, but I told him beforehand that I had a funeral for my grandma. He knew how much I loved her, but then he, uh, he and I started to fight. That's when he laid his hands on me for the first time. He slapped me."

You look at the others as their expression read a mix of empathy and anger. You could tell they're using all the manpower to restrain themselves. With a gulp, you continued hesitantly.

"He apologized and always made it up to me, promising he'd never do that again. But, then one time turned to another. And another, then another, then another. He became mentally and emotionally abusive as well, stating I was an elephant, I was unworthy of love, he was the only one that'd ever love me, no one would love me like how he did. It was hard to leave him when I wasn't mentally there."

"What brought you out?" Satoru asks.

"Mr. Shimizu."

"Dad? Your boss?" Your boyfriend asks.

"Yeah. A sly man that guy," you chuckle awkwardly.

Their heads tilted, puzzled, but you weren't hesitant to respond.

"He was smart. He would indirectly show me how he treated Mrs. Shimizu, setting an example of how I should be treated and basically helped me develop my self-worth. My debt to him is massive, but he just wanted to make sure I was okay."

Suguru hums in understanding.

"I see. I'm assuming he's the reason why you refuse to apply a better paying job."

Nodding, a slight smile appeared on your face.

"When I broke up with Kyojuro, he immediately brought me in until I felt safe to go back home. That's why I call him and Mrs. Shimizu my parents. They were there when no one was there for me, so I refuse to think of anyone else as otherwise."

They nod in understanding.

"They helped me get in to college and now," you smile, looking at the male beside you before scanning the rest of the room to the others.

"I met you guys. And I've never been happier."

The grin on your face became contagious as the others began to beam themselves. Kissing the back of your lover's hand, you relax in content of admitting such emotions.

"Thank you guys, for everything."

"Of course, Y/N-chan," Satoru egotistically responded.

"Anything for a friend," the long hair followed.

Sukuna kissed your temple affectionately. Finally, the closure everyone yearned for. Hopefully, everything will remain tranquil until then.

"We love you, baby. So very much," Sukuna admitted.

"I love you guys, too. So very much."

Bonus:

"Ryomen," Suguru called out. "Should we...?"

Purposely ending the sentence, the male rose his eyebrows, indicating something to your lover, leaving you quite confused.

"Should you guys, what?" You ask.

"Uhm, bubs. Since we're confessing things, we, uh, wanted to discuss things with you," Sukuna added with suspense.

The room suddenly shifted from such affection to pure tension, triggering your anxiety. You chuckled nervously.

"W-What's going on? Did I do something?" You question nervously.

"No, of course not. It's just, well, we had an idea and we wanted to know your thoughts about it," Suguru interfered.

"Uhm, alright. Let's hear it."

The two other males looked to your boyfriend, indicating him to share it with you.

"Okay, well, baby. We have wanted to ask if you wanted to make a few additions to our relationship," Sukuna shared.

"I...don't follow."

"We want to know your opinion of various partners," Suguru deciphered.

"At different times or...?" You question, clueless.

Satoru grumbles in annoyance seeing this conversation going nowhere.

"We wanted to ask if you'd like Suguru and I to be your partners along with Ryomen-chan," Satoru blurts out.

Taken aback by the male's blatant words, you remained speechless as your brain no longer could function at that very moment. The three grew worried as the mature two of the three glared at the big-mouth of the group.

"What? She wasn't getting the hint," Satoru defended.

"Wait, all three of you agreed to this?" You asked.

They simultaneously nodded in unison, including Sukuna.

"Even you, Ryo-kun?"

"The thing is well, the guys have taken a great liking to you and well, you have grown to be quite confiding around them. I mean, you're literally sitting there with only a bra and shorts and you're thinking nothing of it."

That is true. You honestly could've cared less about the amount of skin you show when around any of the three males, which differentiates from other situations considering you're much more modest in your clothing when in public, no matter if it was a male and/or female setting.

"We all talked about it. Though we don't feel anything romantic within each other, we all agreed that we all wanted to be your partners."

"B-But, why me?"

"To help provide you with everything you could possibly need," Suguru answered.

"To give you all the affection that you deserve after the life of hell you've went through," Satoru added.

"To prevent scenarios similar to today's from happening," Sukuna finished.

Your lover held your hands in his much bigger ones, staring deeply into your alluring eyes.

"But, we weren't planning on moving forward with the agreement unless we had your consent. So, be honest with us. We won't be hurt or upset if you decline."

"Actually, we would feel hur-- Ow!" The white hair interrupted.

"Satoru," Suguru hissed.

The scolded male pouted and whined once more as you began to consider your options. Seeing the anticipation in their eyes and considering your own feelings, you took a minute to truly analyze the situation.

Waiting for your answer almost an eternity later, only built up more and more suspense. With each passing moment, the three males began to regret even asking such a question from you.

Finally, you've come to a conclusion.

"Alright. I'll do it. I may not know how to do the whole "multiple-partners" thing, but I do know that I enjoy being around all of you and I've always felt the safest with either of you or all three. So, we'll see how this turns out."

Hearing your answer, Satoru immediately stood up carrying you up into the air as if you were as light as a feather.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm finally Y/N-chan's boyfriend!" He celebrated.

You flinched and yelped in pain, due to the aggressive affection on your raw injuries.

"C-Careful, senpai!"

"Satoru, you're hurting her," Suguru scolded.

Once noticing the discomfort, Satoru immediately brought his inconsiderate action to a halt.

"Oops. My bad," he chuckles nervously.

He gently sat you back next to your original lover while Suguru stood up approaching you, kneeling in front of you holding your hand in his.

"Thank you, Y/N-san, for allowing us a chance to be your partners. I promise you won't regret it."

He kisses the back of your hand, similarly as you would a princess. A dark shade of red colored your entire face as the sensation increased your skipping heartbeat in an instant. The male shared one last glance with a grin until retreating back to his original seat. However, one pink-haired male became pouty from the lack of attention.

"Bubba," he whined. "What about me?"

You laugh at his silly antic.

"What about you? You're still mine, regardless. Don't worry."

You peck his pouty lip, resulting into a beautiful smile on his face.

Looking around, everyone seemed happy and quite content with the atmosphere at that moment. You knew there was going to be all of work and hassle along the way, but you knew, that as long as you were able to stay with these guys, you'd be able to manage.

"Don't worry, bubs. We belong to no one, but you," Sukuna reassures followed by a kiss.

"Only You."

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Hope you enjoyed!

Good night, my loves ❤

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Hawkins Living | Eddie Munson x Hopper!reader

Hawkins Living | Eddie Munson x fem!Hopper!reader

Warnings: a couple curse words, not proofread or edited, I think that’s it??

Word count: 3200+

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late August, 1982

(Y/N) Hopper does her best to navigate her way through Hawkins High on her first day.

Being the new kid in town is never fun, but somehow having your dad be the chief of police makes it worse. Everyone ignores her for the first part of the day. That is until lunch comes around.

(Y/N) finds herself sitting alone in the corner of the lunch room when a pair of hands slam down on the table in front of her lunch tray.

"So, you're the new kid, huh?"

She looks up to see a curly headed boy now sitting across from her.

"Uh, yeah. Lucky guess?"

He cracks a grin and a chuckle falls from his lips. "And your dad is Jim Hopper."

"Wow, word really travels fast here."

What the entirety of the school does not know is that she did not grow up around her father. Her parents were never technically together when her mom got pregnant. Her mother decided it was best to not tell Jim. After a couple months of going through the pregnancy alone, she found a new man, David. He had graduated a couple of years before she and Jim did. The two of them found each other and decided to start a life together. By the time Jim found out she was pregnant, she and David had moved south to Tennessee where David had found a job somewhere around Nashville.

That mother is now a school teacher, teaching junior English at Hawkins High. After her parents both passed away, she and David, her now husband, decided that it was time to move back home. Little did they know about the secrets that lie within Hawkins.

The boy shrugs before replying, "It's a small town, everyone has to have something to pass the time."

The bell rings, signaling that lunch is now over and it's time to head to fourth period.

(Y/N) goes to thank the boy for actually talking to her, but he's already gone. All she knows is that he probably has good taste in music based solely on the Black Sabbath t-shirt she notices he was wearing.

A few weeks pass before she finally learns his name. Eddie Munson.

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late May, 1985

Junior year just ended for (Y/N) Hopper. The only thing left to worry about for the summer is saving money for college and which colleges she actually wants to apply to.

A couple months back, she found that the record shop downtown was looking for a new employee. Luckily, her stepdad knew the owner, Doug, and helped her get the job.

Even though the new mall, Starcourt, opened back in January, the shop is still going strong.

It's a warm Saturday morning when (Y/N) gets to work. She pets the store's cat, Fluffy, before setting her stuff down behind the counter and gathering the new releases to add to the shelves. After a few minutes of stocking the store, the bell above the front door dings, signaling the arrival of a customer.

"Hey, new girl."

(Y/N) can recognize that voice anywhere. "I was the new girl three years ago, Eddie."

Eddie slides past her to go to the counter to pet Fluffy. "Whatever, new girl."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes before grabbing the next cassette in the box.

"So, how's your boyfriend?" Eddie asks after a few moments of silence.

She cringes at the thought of Scott. He was one of the star senior basketball players, next to Steve Harrington, of course. Even though (Y/N) is not the most popular girl at school, she is pretty well-known around the school and town of Hawkins.

"Let's not talk about him," she replies, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Hit a nerve?"

She groans, knowing Eddie will refuse to leave it alone until she tells him what happened.

"I honestly should've known it was too good to be true. After two years of me literally following him around like a lost puppy and doing anything he asked, he had the audacity to cheat on me and sleep with Tiffany."

It's Eddie's turn to cringe now. Tiffany is your typical high school rom-com cheerleader; stupid, mean, and likes to pretend she's the nice girl even after sleeping with your boyfriend.

"Ouch, sorry."

(Y/N) shrugs, "It's cool, I guess. Kind of have my eyes on someone else anyways."

She pauses for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed that she would actually admit that to someone who probably doesn't care. Even though he's the one she has eyes for.

She and Eddie have come to know each other a little better since that fateful day her freshman year. See, (Y/N)'s mother is not only an English teacher at the high school, she's also the drama teacher. This means that she also sponsors the Hellfire Club. Since Eddie decided to start the club, (Y/N) has run into him on multiple occasions.

"Oh, yeah?"

A surge of confidence flows through her body when she speaks again. "Yeah... You probably know him. He's a metalhead, has the prettiest hair I've ever seen, and really likes Dungeons and Dragons."

Eddie's heart skips a beat after her confession, and (Y/N) feels her heart racing.

"So, if this said metalhead asked you out on a date, would you say yes?"

"I would."

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mid-March, 1986

It's been almost 10 months since that wonderful day at the shop. (Y/N) finds herself falling more and more for Eddie with each day that passes.

It's the Friday before spring break. Tonight is the championship basketball game. Everyone is talking about it.

(Y/N) couldn't care less about the basketball game. Tonight also signifies the end of the big campaign she's helped Eddie plan. The Cult of Vecna.

No one knows that she and Eddie are together. They thought it would be best to save themselves from the bullies at Hawkins High. (Y/N) is tired of hiding. She's an adult, and so is Eddie. Who cares if they want to date?

She watches from the other side of the cafeteria as Eddie stands up on top of the table he sits at with the rest of the Hellfire Club. She can barely hear him over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

She stands up abruptly when Eddie jumps off the table.

"Where are you going?" a friend from the table she was sitting at asks.

"Just excuse me for a second, I'm going to go make a scene."

(Y/N) walks away from the table, making her way towards her boyfriend.

Everyone else in the cafeteria watches in anticipation.

A smile grows on her and Eddie's faces as she gets closer. When she reaches him, she pulls him into a searing kiss. After a few seconds, they pull apart, and look to the members of the club.

"You're dating Eddie? Our Eddie?" Dustin questions as if he can't believe what he just witnessed.

(Y/N) can only nod, not trusting herself to talk. She's usually not that bold in front of other people, but she's tired of pretending to not be dating the "freak".

(Y/N) was Dustin's babysitter after first moving to Hawkins. She has met some of her closest friends through him; Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin.

"I'm so confused," Mike says.

"She's my girlfriend, dipshit. Get used to it," Eddie says, flicking him on the forehead.

His other arm stays wrapped around his girl's side. He sits down, pulling her down into his lap.

"So, are you joining us tonight for the finale of the campaign?"

"Can she be our sub?" Dustin asks.

"As much as I'd like to do that, I helped him plan this whole thing... I'd have too much of an advantage," she replies to Dustin's question before replying to Eddie's. "I'm planning on being there."

The rest of the day and night goes by in a blur. The campaign ended beautifully after Erica Sinclair helped the Hellfire Club defeat Vecna.

(Y/N) and Eddie part ways for the night, him promising to come over in the morning for breakfast with her and her parents before they head out for vacation.

Even though it's spring break, (Y/N) decided that it would be best if she stayed in Hawkins so she could work a few extra shifts to earn more money for college. Time is running out before she starts school at Roane County Community College.

Saturday morning rolls around, and Eddie is a no-show.

"We've got to head on, sweetheart. Why don't you go by his place later? Maybe he overslept or something," her mother says before placing a kiss on her daughter's forehead. "You have the number of our hotel, so don't hesitate to call if you need us, okay?"

"Got it, ma. Have fun on your vacation."

(Y/N) watches as her mom and stepfather leave in their car before she rushes to the phone to call Dustin.

"Henderson residence," Dustin's voice comes through the speaker. He sounds uneasy.

"Dustin! Have you heard from Eddie? He was supposed to come over and-"

She's cut off by the boy on the other side of the call.

"Meet us at Family Video in 10."

The line goes dead.

(Y/N) doesn't hesitate to throw the phone back onto the receiver and run to her room to change clothes before taking her car across town to the store.

When she arrives, she finds Dustin, Max, Robin, and Steve sitting around the computer.

"Finally!" Dustin exclaims. "Do you happen to know who Reefer Rick is?"

(Y/N) feels the color drain from her face. "Why? What's happening? I thought you knew where Eddie was?"

"We think he's at this Rick guy's house, but we don't know his last name."

"Lipton...He lives close to Lover's Lake," she says slowly. "Now can you PLEASE tell me what's going on? What's going on with Eddie?"

Max gives her a sympathetic smile. "I'll explain on the way."

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"Don't worry, Steve will get him with his oar!" Dustin exclaims sarcastically.

"I don't think this is very funny," Steve says poking at a tarp with the oar.

Suddenly, the tarp flies from over the boat and Eddie jumps out, pinning Steve against the wall with a broken beer bottle gripped tightly in his hand.

"Eddie! It's me, it's Dustin. We're here to help!" Dustin yells.

(Y/N) feels like she can't move. Even though she knows Eddie had nothing to do with Chrissy's death, she doesn't know how to adjust to the situation.

The "fire" at Starcourt last year really took a toll on her mental state. Luckily, she had Eddie to help her through. Except he didn't actually know what took place that day. She lost her dad, someone she barely had time to get to know.

"Eddie, please," she finally speaks up. "We believe you. Whatever actually happened last night. It's okay... We're going to help you. Please, put down the bottle."

Eddie's gaze softens at the sound of his girlfriend's voice. His arm drops down to his side and Robin rushes over to Steve's aid.

(Y/N) throws her arms around Eddie's neck, and he holds onto her tightly.

"I was so scared."

"I know, Eds. We need you to tell us everything that happened."

Eddie sits down and takes a few breaths before explaining everything he experienced the night before.

In turn, Dustin explains the last few years in Hawkins and how everything has led up to this.

"So, you've all dealt with this stuff before?" Eddie asks.

The other five people in the room nod simultaneously.

"So the fire at the mall last year... that was?"

"Russians." Dustin replies.

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

(Y/N) can't help but feel bad for him. It was a lot for the whole lot of them during the events, so she can only imagine how he might feel after having everything dropped on him at once.

"What do we do?" Eddie asks.

"We need to keep you safe, for one. My parents are out of town, so you could come stay at my place," (Y/N) offers. "At least until we can find a safe house. And we need to find Nancy."

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A couple of days have gone by when Jason Carver shows up at (Y/N)'s door.

"Hey, sweetheart," he grins as she opens the door carefully.

Her blood runs cold at the idea that he could find Eddie downstairs in the basement.

"What do you want, Carver?" she spits.

Jason puts his hands up in defense. "Just wanted to check up on you... Since, you know, your freak boyfriend killed my girl."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes. "You and I both know that he wouldn't do that. You'd have more motive to kill her before Eddie would."

She goes to shut the door before Jason stops the wood from completely shutting him out.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I took a look around, right? Want to make sure you don't have any murderers hiding in here."

"Get off my property before I call the cops, Jason."

(Y/N) slams the door shut and watches as Jason gets back into his Jeep and drives off. She then rushes down the stairs where Eddie, Dustin, Max, Nancy, Robin, and Steve sit.

"We need to get you to my dad's cabin," she says to Eddie. "Jason Carver just showed up, and I think he's going to tell the cops that I'm hiding you here."

The group quickly grabs all their belongings before they head out to the middle of the woods to hide Eddie in Hopper's old cabin.

Once there, Steve asks, "Wasn't this thing destroyed last year?"

"My stepdad and I repaired most of it... I was going to move in after I graduated, so it'll work for Eddie until we figure everything out." (Y/N) explains before adding, "It needs a good cleaning so that'll give you something to do while we work through this, Eds."

After a couple hours of cleaning, (Y/N) and Eddie crash on the couch in the living room.

Eddie is still shaken up after the past few days. Who can blame him? He's been through enough trauma in less than a week than some people experience in a lifetime.

"Thank you... for doing this," Eddie says, leaning back into the cushions.

"I love you, Eddie. And I'm going to do everything I can to keep you safe from all this."

Eddie chuckles, running his fingers through his curls. "I should be the one telling you that. God, I'm a coward."

(Y/N) reaches over and grabs his hands, lacing her fingers with his. "Listen to me, Eddie Munson. You are not a coward. You did the same thing any of us would do. This is scary, and we've gone through so much these past few years. You are brave for even still being here with us."

With that, the two of them sit for a while before they both drift off to sleep.

The next morning, they are awoken to the sound of a car pulling up outside.

(Y/N) glances out the window to see Steve, Dustin, and Robin get out of Steve's BMW. She opens the front door for them and they all make themselves as comfortable as they can in the tiny, wooden cabin.

"We have a plan," Dustin tells the couple. "When Vecna is attacking his victims, he goes into a sleep-like state in the Upside Down. If we can get through the rift in Eddie's house, we can get in and attack when Vecna leasts expects it."

Dustin then lays out what looks to be a series of maps. "This is Hawkins, which would also be how the Upside Down looks, just, you know, scarier. The Creel house is here-- he points to a red marked spot on the map-- and this is Eddie's house. We, me and the two of you, are going to distract the demobats while Robin, Steve, and Nancy get into the Creel house and attack Vecna's body. This is all in the Upside Down. In actual Hawkins, Lucas, Max, and Erica are going to be in the Creel house and Max is going to lure Vecna to her. Lucas will stand guard while she taunts him, and then Erica will signal for us to begin our plan."

"Are we sure this is going to work?" Eddie asks, fear seeping through his words.

"It's the best we've got..." Steve answers.

"Then let's do it."

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"I'm buying more time," Eddie says before cutting the sheets that connect the Upside Down to his home.

"Eddie, no!" (Y/N) screams.

Eddie runs off and Dustin grabs a chair to help give (Y/N) a boost to get back into the Upside Down.

"Please stay here, Dustin. I can't let anything happen to you, okay?"

Dustin throws his arms around her, giving her a tight hug before helping her go back through the rift.

(Y/N) runs through the Upside Down before finding Eddie standing up against hundreds of demobats. She watches in horror as some attack him.

She grips her weapon tighter before running and slicing through what she can.

And like a switch was flipped, the remaining demobats fall to the ground.

(Y/N) falls to her knees in front of Eddie. He takes a couple deep breaths as he lays on the cold ground.

"You better not die on me, Munson, or I'll kill you myself."

"I didn't run this time, princess."

"I know, Eddie. You're a hero," she cries. "Now let's go home."

She helps her boyfriend off the ground before they get back to the trailer.

"Holy shit, you're okay!" Dustin exclaims after the two get back to the real world.

He wraps his arms around the couple, clearly happy that they are alive.

The three of them head back to the rendezvous point, Hopper's cabin, and wait for the rest of the team to arrive.

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A couple days later, the group, minus Eddie, finds themselves at (Y/N)'s house.

"So, you're telling me that during our short vacation... Eddie was "framed" for murder, you defeated a creepy monster in the Upside Down, and met Victor Creel, the man who I had nightmares about for years?" (Y/N)'s mother asks.

(Y/N)'s mom and stepdad know all about the events that have taken place in Hawkins. (Y/N)'s mom was one of the key people that helped Joyce Byers prove that Will was still alive in another dimension.

"Uh, yeah, that's pretty much it," Dustin says.

"I want to go check on Eddie, so do you guys want to come with me?" (Y/N) asks.

The group follows her outside and into a couple different cars before heading out into the woods yet again.

When they get there, they see a van reading "Surfer Boy Pizza."

"It's a California car... Do you think it could be the Byers?" Steve asks.

They slowly make their way to the front door before Dustin does his special "secret" knock that he made Eddie learn so he would know that it was him.

The door creeps open, revealing Eddie and El.

"(Y/N)!" El exclaims, throwing her arms around her older sister.

"What are you doing here?" (Y/N) asks.

El pulls her inside, then into her old bedroom, and explains everything that happened in California.

"I'm so glad you're okay," (Y/N) sighs out.

Outside the bedroom door comes a creak in the floorboard and the door swings open.

"Dad?"

The two girls rush over to the tall man in the doorway and he holds onto the two of them tightly.

"I never stopped believing," El says through tears.

"How are you here?" (Y/N) questions.

"It's a long story, but I'm here now, kid." Hopper says. "Now tell me why Munson is in my living room."

(Y/N) laughs. "About that..."

"You know I've busted him for drugs on multiple occasions, right?"

"Details, details..." (Y/N) says. "He's my boyfriend."

Hopper sighs, running a hand down his face. "Of course he is."

"He also saved my life..."

"I'll forgive him this time."

(Y/N) laughs again. "I'm glad you're home, dad."

"Me, too, kid."

#hopper's daughter #stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson #marvel-rhapsody #rylie writes

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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You again, Spider | Spider-Man Prequel Series P.7

Follows the events of Spider-Man 2

Catch up on parts 1–6 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (romantic), tobey!peter x Mary Jane Watson (only for S1), Harry Osborn, Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, Norman Osborn, Otto Octavius, J. Jonah Jameson (pretty much every character from the Raimi trilogy)

Content Warnings: profanity, criminal activity, flirtatious banter | Female reader (she/her)

Premise: Peter’s plans never seem to work out—which has become more prominent as he struggles to balance both a civilian and superhero life. Unable to see MJ’s show, Peter starts his night on patrol only to find himself in a pickle when his webs seem to fail on him. And he’s not the only one to witness it happen, because a curious cat lurks in the shadows.

Note: I know this is short, but the next few will be longer I promise.

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One second Peter Parker, donned in red and swinging across New York city after failing to make it to Mary Janes show, thinks everything is going to be fine. He’ll get to class early, apply for another job, and try to get MJ to forgive him. Then the next second, he finds himself in a pickle. A pickle in which he’s falling through the air and landing, very hard, on the roof of a building. Thankfully the air vent tunnel broke his fall.

But his back was going to take the brute of it.

Peter was sure all of New York could hear his scream. Limbs failing all around until eventually he let out a nasty grunt upon making impact. Huffing, he pulled himself up and cranked his neck. ‘What the hell?’ He thought to himself. What occurred had never happened before. There was already so much going on, the last thing Peter needed was for his powers to start acting up. As hand started to rise, preparing to take off his mask, a faint giggle stopped him before he could. A familiar giggle at that.

Turning around, Peter froze when he located the source. “You,” he said aloud. She was sitting perched on the ledge of the opposite building looking down on him. The Black Cat. The name of New York’s newly infamous cat burglar, dubbed by J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle himself. For almost two years she’s managed to rob over a thousand businesses and high profiled individuals—all while keeping out of Spider-Man’s reach. Rumor has it the Black Cat has been working for the organized crime boss Kingpin.

Like Spider-Man, no one has successfully identified the woman. It’s said her white hair is actually a wig, the color of her eyes are contacts, the mask she wears muffles her voice and there’s no hints as to what her background may be. All that was known about the cat burglar was she was great at breaking & entering, handling a grappling hook, and making a fashion statement. Since she rose to ‘fame’ there had been an increase in black leather sales.

And here she was looking down at Peter with a glint in her eyes. “You again, Spider.” There was no doubt she just witnessed him fall several stories and break his back and ass on the vent tunnel. It’s a good thing she laughed, otherwise Peter would’ve exposed himself. “That look liked it hurt.”

“Well it sure didn’t feel like a massage, that’s for sure.”

Another giggle, “What happened, Spider? Got your webs in a twist?”

“Feels like it,” he mumbled, but she heard nonetheless. Her eyebrow quirked up, almost disappearing beneath the black outline of her mask. Peter shook his head before asking, “Been busy tonight causing trouble?” The twitch beneath her mask gave him the answer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She pushes off the ledge, landing on the roof of the building he was on in a cat-like pose. As she stood she said, “it’s been busy these days. I’ve moved up in the ranks than just a simple gem burglar.”

Tension filled Peter, eyes narrowing under his mask. “So it’s true then. You’re working for Fisk?”

“More like returning some favors I owe him.” She walked over slowly, but doesn’t get close enough. It was tempting for Peter to shoot a web at her, to prevent her from getting away, but given it just failed to swing him there was a chance it would not work. She probably knew this too and was testing him.

“He’s a dangerous man.”

Something flashed in her eyes. “All men are dangerous.” Peter wanted to defend himself, but knew it would do no good. There obviously was a deeper meaning to her words. Part of him wanted to know, but out of respect he did not question her.

Instead he changed the subject. “So…I’m sorry I don’t know what to call you? Black Cat? Cat? Person who’s calling me trouble?”

“ooo I like trouble,” she hums, hopping onto a thin ledge to balance herself. Peter nearly rushes when it looks like she stumbles in her high heels, but she simply was doing a turn. “Cat is also nice. Fits since I call you Spider.”

Peter tries to ignore the anxiety filling him as she continues to spin and twirl on the ledge. One wrong move and she would go over the building. And unlike his downfall, there would only be hard pavement to catch her fall.

But then again she had her grappling hook and managed just fine for two years. Maybe he was worrying too much.

“Anyways….Cat, what’s caused you to just..” he waves his hands awkwardly and she just tilts her head him. Peter then sighs, “you know. For two years you’ve kept hidden from me. Now all of a sudden you—.”

“Well when you hear Spider-Man screaming for dear life and literally falling out of the sky, it makes one curious don’t you think?” She does a handstand, making Peter’s breath catch before coming down and flipping off onto the roof. “I know, I know, curiosity is what killed the cat. But considering your….technical difficulties regarding your webs, I doubt that will happen tonight of all nights.”

He scoffs, “don’t get too cocky now.” It only makes her giggle, rolling her eyes in the process. When she does another spin he catches sight of the grappling hook attached to her side. “I take it was a slow night then, considering you stopped whatever it was to come check on me.”

“Check on you?” She repeats amused, then gives a shrug. “I guess you can call it that. Would’ve been tragic to find New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man knocking on deaths door. What happened anyway?” He could hear the curiosity in her tone. It made him unease, for she could surely take advantage of the situation at any second.

“I’m really not sure,” he says honestly, glancing down to his wrists. He pulls the suit down slightly to check and finds nothing wrong with it. “Some kind of spoof. B-but I’m sure it won’t happen again,” he rushes out urgently, assuring mostly himself than her. She just gives a ‘hmmm.’

A few seconds of silence pass over them. Neither knowing what to say next. It felt a little awkward, but then again what does a superhero and their criminal nemesis talk about after two years since their last encounter?

Then she started to snap her fingers, pointing him as if she was trying to put a name to something. “You know, there’s something familiar about you. But I just can’t put a name to it.” Peter tenses lightly, tilting his head as he stares back.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she affirms, bringing her pointer finger to her chin to tap it. “There’s something about your…..aura, I guess. Like I’ve met you outside of this,” she gestures between them. Again, a rush anxiety fills Peter. What if she was right? Could they have they met at some point in the civilian world?

It was possible. But New York is huge with millions of people alone in the city. Maybe Peter walked passed her on the street and had no idea. Or photographed her in the background in one of his photos. Maybe he was just some bloke to her who bumped into her on the subway. Whatever it was Peter didn’t dwell on it. As long as he didn’t give himself away than he was safe.

It would be bad news if a associate of Wilson Fisk knew his identity.

“Eh, who am I kidding?” She then chuckles, making him relax. “Big city, big world. I’ve robbed people who’ve met me in everyday life and they have no idea. Gotta love living this life off the grid.”

“Hehe. Yeah,” he scratches his neck. Crisis averted. Peter then looks at her both with curiosity and suspicion. “Why do you do it anyway? Rob high profile people like it’s nothing?”

There’s a light scoff from the Cat, her hand brushing hair from her face. “Wouldn’t you if you had the chance?”

“Committing crimes is not really my forte, as you can see.”

“Well duh,” she rolls her eyes again. “How could you be the cities favorite vigilante if you did? Anyway the point is, Spider, I don’t take from those who are in need of it. Basically they’ll still be fine if they were to lose a couple thousand dollars or that watch worth 25k, or even one of their dozen cars collecting dust in a garage.”

All Peter could do was let his mouth slightly part open. Of course she didn’t see it. “It’s still stealing,” he tells her, hand going out as if to emphasize his point. “You’re still committing a crime.” While he could agree that it was unfair how the rich slept comfortably at night while thousands of people were homeless or barely making it day by day, the law was still the law.

“Ugh,” she made a gagging sound while waving a hand. “Self-righteousness is so overrated, Spider. Think of all that could be done if they were to give up just a faction of what they make. Kids in the orphanage would have plenty of clothes and food and things to keep them entertained. The soup kitchen and shelter could house more people on the street and give them a warm bed at night. Schools in the projects would be funded.” With each sentence she got more passionate, he could see it in her eyes.

The thought then crossed him, “Are you saying you don’t keep the things you steal?” There was a flare of respect and admiration to the burglar. “You essentially give it back to those in need.”

There’s a flicker of pride in her eyes as she nods, “Although I do keep a small percentage to myself. As a treat, you know. But the majority does go to those things. There are more people in this city deserving of it than some greedy corporate scammers.”

Peter was astonished. Never has he met someone so selfless—ignoring the part where she does keep a bit because honestly he couldn’t blame her—but still, not many criminals were like her. There was still the question though, “Why Fisk?”

“Like I said, favors.”

“Okayyyy,” he draws out, “But how? He’s the most dangerous and well known crime boss in the city. How does a lone cat burglar get on his radar?” Something in her gaze told him she wasn’t in the mood to get into it. The talk of curiosity killing the cat dawned on him—only it was in regards to him and not the one with the namesake.

“Let’s save that for another day, Spider. Long stories require time and that’s something you and I don’t have right now. Better to leave things unsaid—for safety reasons of course.” He sees her glance over her shoulder, as if to check if someone is watching. Then he remembered Fisk always had spies at the ready for his employees.

“Sure thing,” he agrees, also taking a moment to scout the area. Luckily nothing was out of the ordinary. The only thing they could hear was the sounds coming from down below.

She clapped her hands, the sound making him jump slightly. “Well then, this is where I take my leave. It was fun running into you again—although it was very unorthodox if I must say.” She starts to walk toward the ledge, Peter follows her but keeps distance. When her back is to him he attempts a web in her direction, but nothing comes out. “Nice try,” she calls out, causing him to freeze as heat takes over his body.

“Couldn’t hurt to try,” he mumbles under his breath.

She laughs, spinning on her heal to face him. White hair whips against the slight breeze and her hand goes to her grappling hook. “I’ll be seeing you, Spider,” she makes a motion of her eyes to his. “Hopefully you’re little problem will be fixed. Can’t have a spider without it’s web.”

The young man sighs, defeated and annoyed by the timing. Finally the Black Cat was in his grasps, but he failed to catch her once again. “Catch you later, Cat. Literally.” The last word makes her laugh again, this time harder with her head tilting back. She even wipes away a fake tear much to his annoyance.

“You’re funny, Spider.” The grappling hook removes from it’s holster. “You’re an optimist. I’ll give you that.” With one last wink followed by a ‘see ya,’ the hook shoots off to the adjacent building, pulling the woman off her feet and into the air. She swings past Peter and out of his sight. Gone in the blink of an eye.

All Peter could do was drop his head to his shoulders, shaking it as it goes. First disappointing MJ, then his web situation, now loosing the Cat amongst it all. Luck was just not in the cards for Peter Parker. Or Spider-Man.

Would he ever get a break? Not even an elevator ride would give him that.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 1 year

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Meeting and Dating Dr. Daniel Schreber

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Maybe you and Daniel met on the street. Or at your work. Or maybe just a coffee shop near your apartment. Maybe he was a stranger, a friend of a friend, a professional that you sought for one reason another: the list could go on. I could spin a tale at random and regardless of how implausible it may seem, you’ve probably; at one point or another, known it to be true; whether it be in this life or your next.

- But none of them are ever really true; not in the way they should be. Sure, you’ll believe them to be fact; instead of the carefully formulated fiction that they really are, but when push comes to shove, all they are are memories: memories that you yourself never created, memories that were created for you; created by the closest thing to a guardian angel someone in your position will ever have the pleasure of meeting.

- But where your story truly begins, the term “meeting” doesn’t necessarily apply. For two people to meet, they both have to be conscious, and considering the fact that you were nothing of the sort, it wouldn’t be fair to consider it as such.

- Alas, for lack of a better word, you and Daniel first “met” during the tuning: aka, the first time he entered your home and injected you with a new set of memories to base your entire existence around. The first time he laid eyes on you and found himself short of breath.

- In a few days time, you’d be moved into an entirely different home with no hope of remembering the former in the slightest, yet he’ll never forget the sight of you alone in that room; every last detail of it ingrained in his mind like the most important lesson he’s ever learned.

- Beautiful women aren’t scarce in your city and Daniel’s seen plenty of them; the type of women who could have been movie stars had they not wound up in the cage you called home. And yet, out of all of them, you compelled him the most. You were mundane, perhaps even a little flawed, and yet, to him you were perfect: a puzzle of interesting features that created a patchwork of beauty, beauty that few would take the time to notice yet many would learn to love.

- It isn’t often that Daniel allows himself to grow close to someone; his job makes it nearly impossible for him to do so even if he wanted to, yet he finds himself drawn to you against his own better judgement. He finds himself studying you, narrowing down exactly what makes you “uniquely you”; the inherent behaviors and morals and skills that you possess regardless of the situations you’re placed into. And he finds himself falling for those pieces of you just as much as he does your appearance.

- He soon grows protective of you; perhaps even a bit possessive. He finds himself creating memories that are sickly sweet; refusing to involve any tragedy or pain in your past so long as he can help it. If something horrid happens to you: if some accidental flaw in the systems sees to it that you suffer in some way, shape or form, it’s erased by nightfall; never to haunt you again.

- He favors you above everyone else; is constantly looking after you and seeing to it that you’re never harmed: he reasons to the overlords that you’re a control group, that you can show them the natural progression of a normal person living a normal life and they trust his judgement, unaware of his ulterior motives. He tries to convince himself that he’s protecting you because you’re pure, because you’re sweet and kind, and not because of some other selfish reason; but he knows deep down that that isn’t true.

- There’s a reason he can never bring himself to give you a boyfriend, a lover, a husband. Why he can’t bring himself to create memories of your first kisses or first times or whatever else one experiences in their youth. He can ignore the truth all he likes but that doesn’t erase it from history.

- The only person he can ever bring himself to set you up with is himself. He basks in the momentary bliss of your shared life and tries to enjoy the fleeting sensation of knowing you before it’s ripped away from him all too soon; lost to time as the tuning begins again. And yet, this experience is not without guilt and certainly not without risk, so he avoids it as much as possible.

- Instead, he’ll make it so you meet him by chance: enjoying the brief encounters that you share day after day; even if all they amount to is a few seconds of interaction between strangers. Almost always, you’re none the wiser: you might have a feeling that you’ve seen him before, a sense of deja vu that prompts you to pause and look at him for a second longer than normal, but never a life shattering realization; not at first.

- But at some point in time, you do remember him: he either neglects to erase your mind fully or your mind lapses momentarily and you greet him with a brightness in your eyes that he’s never seen before; a flicker of recognition that’s so foreign to your world that he struggles to respond accordingly. He racks his brain for the particular moment you must have remembered him from, and from there, the thoughts begin to surface; the idea that he should have you for himself in the way he’s always dreamed of.

- To him, your memory of him is a sign. If you didn’t hold some level of fondness for him, there’d be no reason for you to remember him and if your memory was going to continue to evade his attempts at changing it, then what was the point of trying to make you forget him. He could monitor you more closely if you knew him and protect you from your leaders; not to mention the fact that he’d be able to experience the relationship he’d always dreamed of.

- There’s very little Daniel can do without arousing the suspicion of your alien overlords and once he finds himself unable to plausibly deny his affections for you, he’ll find himself forced to confront them and ask their permission to keep you as his wife. Lucky for him, despite their constant studies, there’s still much about human life that evades their understanding; making it relatively easy for him to convince them of the importance of human contact and interaction.

- Thus begins his forging of the perfect relationship….

- Daniels imagined the details time and time again; planned everything out from start to finish, so much so that the story itself is ingrained in his mind like an actual memory rather than an elaborate daydream.

- He fine tunes everything to your liking; models everything around what he knows you’ll adore. You meet and fall in love in the way you’ve always dreamed you would: whether it be through one of your beloved hobbies, a particular book/movie plot, a casual encounter, etc. No matter what it is, it’s something you can look back on proudly and fondly and wonder how you got so lucky.

- He tries to restrain himself, reminds himself your memories must portray a version of himself that he can keep up with: that even though he’d like to be your perfect Prince Charming, he still wants to be honest with you and do everything in his power to form as real a connection as possible.

- One thing that Daniel knows for certain is that love cannot be faked; no matter how hard you try. You can convince a person of their physical attachment to someone, but you can’t create a genuine connection from scratch. You can be convinced you’re in a relationship but you can’t be made to feel like you’re in love.

- And that’s his reassurance that he made the right decision. You yearn to be around him the same way he yearns to be around you. You smile at him like you mean it, like there isn’t an ounce of disappointment inside of you, like you genuinely care for him. He can’t spot or remember a singular moment where you’ve acted as though you were merely playing an assigned role: and after years of being responsible for the casting of said roles, he can certainly tell the difference.

- Perhaps it’s because he knows you better than anyone else in the entire world; he can assume that it wouldn’t be difficult to fall in love with someone who acts as though they can read your mind, but even so, he knows that his observations aren’t prejudiced or obstructed by his own personal wants.

- You love him; regardless of his flaws and the reality of who he truly is: you love him as much as you love the person he convinced you he was and you love him as much as you love the things that are ingrained in the very fibers of your being. Against all odds, he found genuine love and very little could convince him otherwise.

- You’ll both remember all your firsts very differently; with you remembering the fabricated firsts and him remembering the real ones, and though he’ll think back on your first date fondly, nothing will compare to the first time the two of you kissed.

- You’d just woken up from your tuning; the first tuning that saw you become his girlfriend, and he’d discarded his briefcase before you began to wake up, watching you as you smiled at him warmly; blinking away the sleep from your eyes as he stood there nervously.

“You’re home.” You’d said happily and he’d smiled somewhat shyly, sighing in relief just quiet enough for you not to hear.

- He’d slowly approached the chair you were sat in and you’d pulled him down gently, pressing your lips to his own as he tried his hardest not to pull away out of sheer surprise. Alas, you’d still managed to sense his hesitation and asked if he was alright, listening to him carefully as he breathed shakily and swallowed softly, telling you that he “just missed you is all”. You’d merely smiled in response, kissing him again as he finally found himself able to return the gesture and kiss you back.

- After that moment, there was no turning back. And though he tries his best to keep your memories as similar as possible, he can’t help but thumb the wedding band in his pocket and contemplate whether he’ll have the nerve to slip it on your finger the next time he’s in charge of tuning your memories.

- For the sake of these headcanons, I’ll ignore the way the two of you met and just make the dating portion as in character as possible. They’ll most likely revolve around the idea that you’re relatively unaware of his occupation so try to keep that in mind as you continue reading.

- Though he knows the Strangers can view the two of you at any given moment, it still gives him a bit more peace of mind to save his affection for behind closed doors. He feels as though he could be putting you in danger by publicly linking himself to you; at least in a way that seems particularly genuine or romantic, so he prefers reserved Pda that looks more polite than intimate; affection that allows him to lie about your relationship to people who are none the wiser.

- Speaking of affection: Daniel is about as touch starved as a person can be. A simple caress or touch from you can make his breath hitch and a lump form in his throat in a matter of seconds. Hold his face in your hands and he’ll lean into your touch, immediately feeling as though everything is somehow alright again. Your gentle affection is like a drug; one that relaxes and grounds him like nothing else.

- Walking with your elbows interlocked or your hand clutching his arm; usually with him clutching his cane in the opposite hand.

- Lingering kisses pressed to your forehead and hairline.

- Daniels kisses always have a certain depth to them; an intimacy that makes kissing him in public a bit inappropriate. There’s a touch of clumsiness; the sort of clumsiness that comes with a lack of practice, and depending on the circumstances, there’s also either an air of desperation or a gentleness to them that you use to help determine his mood.

- Affection in itself is a good way to figure out how he’s feeling. Daniels a fairly secretive person; he doesn’t like involving you in his problems nor admitting to you when somethings the matter, so it’s best to try and learn the differences in his behavior. It gives you a bit more peace of mind and your silent understanding will visibly comfort him; even if he still refuses to speak about it.

- Sitting on his lap or the arm of his chair. It’s usually how you get his attention and start a conversation about something that’s worrying you: he’ll merely wrap an arm around you and insist that everything will be fine, patting your knee reassuringly as you sit in quiet thought.

- He typically just calls you by your full first name but on occasion, he’ll call you darling, dear or dearest as well. Sometimes; if he’s trying really hard to act normal or relate to someone, he’ll refer to you as “the old ball and chain” but it’s fairly obvious that the phrase is more sarcastic/put on than something he genuinely enjoys saying.

- Considering the fact that he typically has a job to do whenever you’re supposed to be asleep, it isn’t often that the two of you have the time to cuddle. But, whenever he does manage to get the chance, you’ll usually find yourself wrapped up in his arms; your head on his chest and his fingers tracing patterns onto your arms and back.

- Showering together. Like he said: water is the one thing that truly deters the strangers, so it’s only natural for him to enjoy the quiet and the peace of mind that comes with it; not to mention the obvious benefits of shared showers.

- Fetching him things; oftentimes without him asking. What are you gonna do, make him hobble across the room for something while you watch with perfectly functioning appendages? Be nice.

- Receiving calls from him when he’s out of the house. It gives him peace of mind to randomly reach out to you and ensure that you’re alright; even when there’s no real reason for him to be worried. On your end, it’ll just seem like he missed you and wanted to hear your voice, and while that is somewhat true, there’s also probably another reason for it as well.

- Visiting him at his lab/workplace. If you’re unaware of his real occupation then it’ll probably look a lot like a therapists office. But if you are aware then you’ll come and fluster him by appearing in his laboratory without warning; especially before the two of you begin dating.

- Speaking of: if you’d like to think that you knew about the Strangers all along, then you probably acted as a sort of partner in crime to him: either working alongside him to teach John or learning how to control the tuning yourself. I do sort of love the idea of Daniel slowly; and somewhat pathetically, falling in love with his coworker and/or his assistant.

- Helping him with his experiments.

- Helping to calm him down; even if you don’t know anything about his current situation. Sometimes, he’ll come home to you in a panic and just fall to his knees in front of you, clutching at you desperately as he tries his best to even out his breathing and avoid crying into your dress. It’ll scare you half to death but you’ll just have to reassure him that he’s alright and that everything’s okay; no matter how wrong you may be.

- Occasional spontaneity. There’s usually a reason behind his sudden decision to stay home from work and spend the day with you or go out for the night, but you’re almost always none the wiser. You’re just happy you get more time with the love of your life.

- Receiving flowers and other little treats and gifts whenever he returns home to you; things he’ll be sure to drop on instinct if he’s ever confronted with something shocking in your apartment.

- Going to the cinema and the theater.

- Dinner dates.

- Spending quiet evenings at home. Usually, you’ll just sit in front of your fireplace and enjoy each other’s company: reading from different books or having different mundane conversations.

- Listening to radio shows and records.

- Moonlit strolls; as if your strolls could ever not be moonlit.

- Him visiting you at your work and asking you about your day; even though he’s bound to know exactly how it plays out even before you open your mouth. He can’t deny how interesting it is to walk into an entirely different building than the one he’d entered the day before and see you acting in the role he’d assigned for you himself.

- Cleaning his glasses on your skirt and placing them back on his face, or taking them off to kiss him. The action makes him melt into a flustered mess.

- Him buttoning your shirts for you, zipping up your dresses, and clasping your necklaces. He likes how intimate the little acts are.

- He definitely keeps a photo of you in his wallet or office; or anywhere else that's safe and capable of being taken out and viewed at any given moment. He likes having a little piece of you with him at all times.

- Sweet affirmations, telling each other how much you love one another, openly admitting how much he’s missed you, etc. Romantic talk is common in your relationship and oftentimes sickly sweet; the sort of thing you’d be embarrassed to be seen doing because of how pathetically lovey dovey it makes the two of you look.

- For obvious reasons, he thrives in any scenario where a doctor is needed: whether it be putting eye drops in your eyes, making you a special tea to settle your stomach, or bandaging your wounds after a minor accident. Just caring, precise work that makes him feel needed and you feel cared for.

- It’s almost guaranteed that you live together; he wouldn’t have it any other way, and you probably adopt a pet together as well: a cat and some fish, or maybe a bird that serves as both a companion to you and an exercise in irony.

- You can insist you’re fine but he’s always one step ahead of you; picking up on your nervous ticks and pointing them out with a subtle flick of his eye. You’ll merely smile a bit bashfully and accept that he knows, admitting to what’s on your mind as he listens to you carefully. Sometimes it’s a pain to have a boyfriend who can psychoanalyze you but at least you never have to tell him how you’re feeling.

- I mentioned it before, but he knows you like the back of his hand: knows your thoughts as you think them and pulls the words right out of your mouth. Have a specific routine? He can write a schedule for you down to the very last minute. Favorite candy? He buys it the day you feel like having some. In a mood? He can tell the second he steps through the door. It’s like he’s found a way to tap into your brain….

- Daniel is always on your side, no matter the situation. He never lets you get deterred and always tries his best to help you figure things out: acting as a careful and comforting teacher whenever times get tough. Blame it on his occupation; he is a doctor after all.

- He likes knowing your every thought; even the arguably mundane things that should be of no real interest to him. Most of the time it’s to monitor what you know and remember, asking you to “humor him” as you chuckle and say “oh it’s nothing” or “it’s just sort of strange” after making like you were going to tell him something. You’ll think it’s just nonsense but his response, the way he goes quiet like he’s deep in thought before smiling and saying something like “that is strange” makes you wonder whether you should pay it more mind yourself.

- He doesn’t talk much about himself but on occasion, he’ll humor you: telling you about his backstory, his day to day life, etc. None of it is true of course, but it’s as true as any story he can spin. No harm in making up a lie when you can’t remember the truth; especially if it makes you happy.

- If he ever finds himself able to, he’d love to tell you how the two of you truly met and how he fell in love with you to an immeasurable degree. He’ll have to play it carefully though; of course, and he’ll have to do it one step at a time; unless he’s undeniably forced to do it in one fell swoop.

- There’s a moment in time where he finally admits to everything; nervous to the point of tears, explaining what’s happened in secret and what he’s done to bring the two of you together before telling you that he understands if you never want to see him again. And though it’ll take you a moment to process exactly what he’s telling you, you’ll ultimately tell him that you’re not leaving him just yet: watching as he blinks away the shine in his eyes and sighs like the weight of the worlds been lifted off his shoulders.

- A part of him feels as though he doesn’t deserve the happiness he’s constructed for himself. He wonders that if you knew the truth; the full truth, if you’d still be capable of loving him. He’s a traitor to his own kind, a coward, he’s ruined countless lives and you know nothing of that side of him nor the depth of his self loathing that you just barely pick up on. What would happen if you found out? Surely nothing good; though he could certainly hope….

- Daniels a fairly jealous person: mainly because of his fear that you’ll find someone you have a genuine connection with; a love that naturally exceeds the one he’s tried so hard to garner for himself. Most of the time, he’ll merely approach the two of you and passive aggressive say “oh, I see you’ve met my wife” or “if you’ll excuse us, we must be going” before dragging you off and away. By “morning”, you won’t remember them at all and they’ll be moved all the way across town.

- He’s protective in the way a father tends to be and it’s usually for good reason: telling you not to “talk to Strangers”, to call him when you get home, to not go out “tonight”, etc. They’re silly little things that you don’t think twice about so when he tells you to “humor him” it isn’t often that you refuse. Unfortunately for him, he’s never quite sure if it’s safer for him to stay close by or far away.

- Fighting is fairly rare between the two of you: your shared apartment is a refuge for him and he works hard to keep your lives stress free. But on occasion, you just won’t be able to stop an argument from happening; especially when you’re suddenly hyper aware of the fact that he’s lying to or keeping something from you.

- He’s always tempted to erase the fight from your memory but it isn’t often that he goes through with it; he only does so when knowing the truth will put you in danger. Typically, he just apologizes very earnestly and seriously and tries his best to come up with an explanation that’ll both keep you safe and placate you.

- He’s very open about how much he loves you: telling you that he does nearly everyday; amongst other things that would equate to it. He also loves hearing you say it back, and grows so used to you doing so that he’d probably question you if you didn’t; wanting to know if everything was alright.

- Marriage is a definite, but I also think he’d want to have his own little family with you as well. He’d dream about being a father but he’d never find the nerve to bring it up to you; feeling as though it isn’t fair to ask you about it before he’s able to be completely truthful with you.

#daniel schreber imagine #dr daniel schreber imagine #daniel schreber headcanons #daniel schreber imagines #daniel schreber headcanon #dark city imagine #dark city headcanons #dark city imagines #dark city headcanon #90s movie imagine #90s movie imagines #90s movie headcanons #90s movie headcanon

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gremlinbabe · 8 months

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Stiles/teenwolf headcanon /ficlet?: Stiles can’t shoot to save his life but you know what he is good at… 👀 Rigging.

(Canon divergent/everyone alive, everyone is 18+ , & pack includes: Derek, Erica, Boyd, Issac, Lydia, Danny, Jackson, Kira, Scott, Jordan, Allison, Maila, and Cora)

So good in fact that applies his knowledge from making traps, pulleys, and fixing many a broken possessions for the pack over the years into more educational, experimental, and artistic purposes.

He starts his practice in classes and test his skills on mannequins. He gets praised by the teacher so much on his quick uptake that it motivates him into pursuing the skill more professionally.

He gets so good that he eventually becomes an assistant eventually and even further down the line he’s asked to teach the class or take over by the teacher.

And this is all good and fine until unbeknownst to him one of the pack members finds out (Erica, Lydia, or Danny) and spills the beans.

About half the class is full and stiles is waiting on the other half when the entire pack (using fake names to infiltrate the class) shows to the class & starts bombarding him with questions. Fixating on him like a new chew toy before he cuts them all off saying “This is my profession. And you will respect the effort, time, and passion the people here and myself put into this business. This is an art and you will respect it and my time. i take pride and joy in this job and all of the art and beauty that goes into it. So if you guys aren’t serious about it you have to leave now!” He chews them out. And the pack all rightfully look ashamed. But he wasn’t done and continued saying “if any of you are interested you can stay but as punishment for interfering with the class and wasting peoples time whoever stays can randomly get selected as the rope bunny for the duration of the class.”

The silence that followed was deafening but the pack members were all still curious enough and still guilty over their disrespect of his craft, that after a bunch of looks shared between all the members they decided to stay to see stiles’ skill in his craft.

A little shocked that the pack as a whole decided to stay he decided to set some more rules down. “Since the whole lot of you decided to stay and take up about half the spaces in the class we’ll do a name draw for now and next week whoever walks in last will be my rope bunny.”

The class goes fairly smoothly. One of the random students were selected. The pack finally got to see stiles in his element and he might show off a little for his pack but it went well. By the end of the class he answers all of their questions and shoos them out. Pleasantly surprised to see all of them filing back in the next week. And stiles was true to his word.

The last pack member to walk in was Derek. Too caught up on something with his phone he hadn’t realized he was the last pack member to walk un. “Alright tall tan & muscular you’re my rope bunny for the day so off the phone ”

Dereks neck snaps up to see who stiles was talking to only to realize it was him. stiles never thought he’d see the day that man’s face turn that shade of red.

Oh. This is about to be a interesting class.

#teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #teen wolf movie #derek x stiles #malia hale #malia tate #cora hale #lydia martin #jackson whittemore #kira yukimura #scott mccall #danny mahealani #allison argent #jordan parrish #erica reyes #vernon boyd #issac lahey

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thetorturedpoetsintern · 2 years

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Forgive me, please

Note: This is a oneshot containing my original character, Anastasia Cromwell that appears in my previous two oneshots. It is set during Prisoner of Azkaban, well into their relationship. Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, angst, NSFW at the end so MINORS DNI, sir and praise kink I guess, fluffy ending

"Are the rumours I've heard true?" Severus' voice is heard before he made his presence known in Anastasia's office, storming inside and quickly closing the door behind him so they couldn't be heard by the nosy and petulant students running around in the corridor during classes.

"It depends. It's a boarding school, lots of rumors," she said without lifting her eyes from the papers she appeared to be grading.

"You are helping in the search for one Sirius Black, a known criminal and current Azkaban prisoner on the run after escaping the most safe prison in the world. Does that sound familiar? " Trying to control himself, his fists are clenched behind his back and the power he applies leaves deep semilunar indentations from his short nails into his now sweating palms.

She raised her eyes, wanting to assess the situation and come up with a deflecting answer, but there was no place for this now. Ana knew the day would come when she might have to resume part of her former career as a special division auror, so when Fudge wrote to her demanding to intervene in the search for the first escape convict from Azkaban, she took the job.

"Yes, it does. I accepted this morning. I wanted to tell you tonight. I would have told you when I sent my reply, but you were busy brewing Merlin-knows-what for the Merlin-knows-time since September. Anyway, it seems like sound, even if it travels slower than light, still reached you before I did."

"You're endangering yourself for nothing. It isn't even your battle you're now trying to fight. It never was and never will, "he said in the most hateful tone he could muster.

"I had to deal with more dangerous wizards than some weak and frightened escapee. I'll manage. "

"He isn't all that weak. He has help inside the castle. Black might even be lurking in the forbidden forest right now, waiting for a signal from inside. "

"Are you part of the search team and I don't know?," she reluctantly raised her voice and moved to face Severus as she stood.

"I am more involved in this than you could ever be," and now he too made a point of expressing dominance through voice only.

"When you come clean with what you are doing in the late hours of the night, then I might be open to this conversation. Until then, I think this conversation has reached its end. What I do is my business, as it is clear what you do is yours only. "

She started turning her back to him when his anger reached its breaking point, and he extended one arm, grabbing her by the hair in an attempt to turn her to face him again, when an unexpected stunning spell sent him into the opposite wall.

"Don't ever raise your hand on me like this!" He could see her face contorting in fury, clutching her wand with the tip still pointing at him.

"I'm sorry, darling, I-"

"Say your excuses another time. I have classes to teach and I presume you do too."

He dropped his eyes to the floor, ashamed of his actions, and was making his way towards the door when Severus heard her tearful voice.

"You know, I love you with all my heart, Sev, but I swear to Merlin, if you ever..."

"I won't!" and with that he makes his way to the dungeons.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

He was more awake than asleep. Lying in bed with his eyes closed, but his mind racing with all the different scenarios wasn’t quite helping him rest. tossing and turning, the sheets already soiled and looking like a battlefield. He silently laughed at this thought. Ana was the one saying this after they made love. "I don’t know what you’ll break first one of these days, me or the bed?" He really didn’t think he’d get the chance to touch her, smell her, hear her talk about boring stuff, see her struggling to clasp her bra because she refused to use magic for such mundane tasks when there were far greater and more important things to use magic for, or taste her and pleasure her till all the world was lost in euphoria and only they existed.

Severus pretended to be asleep when he heard the door opening and closing, and he recognized Ana’s heels clicking on the stone floor. He guessed she was undressing, because of the rustling of clothes taken down. After what seemed like an eternity, he felt the mattress dip slightly on his left, and all of a sudden, her warmth was hovering over him and a slender arm grabbed his waist in an attempt to hug him.

"After almost three years together, Sev, you’re still doing a terrible job of pretending to sleep. Try some light snoring next time, I think it’ll help your disguise, "she was smiling softly at him when he opened his eyes. How could she smile after what he had done?

"It’s wolfsbane." A silent question arose in Ana’s gaze, and he continued. "That’s what I am doing late at night when I’m locking myself in my classroom."

"Who?"

"Lupin," he said, gently tracing her left cheek bone with his knuckles, "I am sure he is the one helping Black. That’s why I stormed at you when I heard you got yourself involved in this mess."

"So this week’s absence, you taking over his classes, was because he transformed?"

He nodded and lifted himself into a standing position, grabbed her hands into one of his own and caressed her hair with the other, a concerned look etched on his features as she mentally searched for any clues she missed about his condition and his affiliation with the escaped convict, and already blaming herself for letting this teaching job soften her once very sharp instincts.

"You couldn’t possibly figure it out for yourself; he's been hiding his condition since he was a kid with a runny nose. I regret not telling you sooner, and now, if you get hurt or worse, it’ll be partly because of me, and I don’t think-"

"It won’t be your fault if that happens," she said, kissing him. "Can we go to bed now?"

He didn’t even get to apologize, but seeing the dark circles under her eyes, he complied. After the fight they had, if Anastasia had asked him to dive into the lake, he would have done so if that made her happy. And so he opened his arms and let her cuddle into him, with her ear directly over his heart, one leg over his thigh and an arm embracing his waist. Severus held her tight in his arms as if she would disappear if he, Merlin forbade, let her go. With two whispered "I love you" ’s they closed their eyes. She was asleep almost immediately. He was half an hour later.

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She felt his tongue on her neck, kissing her tenderly as the final traces of sleep left her body. One hand was massaging her breasts while he grinded his hips against her posterior in search of friction. Feeling her stir awake under him, he maneuvered her to capture her lips with his own. He hoped this would be enough and they could move, forgetting yesterday.

He gave her a chance to breathe and made sure he had her full attention before forcing himself to speak.

"I never should have raised my hand to you, grabbing you by the hair like I did. I just don’t want you to get hurt because getting involved with these people can mark you for life. Don’t forget that now Black is a dangerous killer and Lupin is a full-grown werewolf prone to conveniently forgetting to take his potion. "

He had no idea when, but now his hips were captured by her thighs and as she lifted her hips she breathed, "Move, Sev! I need you! "

"Only if you forgive me," he whispered in her ear, a playful grin on his face as he shoved his clothed length hardening against her sex to give her a taste of what will happen if she accepts.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! ", already moaning from the slightest friction.

"Yes, what?," lips now ghosting over hers.

"Yes, sir!"

"Good girl!"

He once more captured her lips, his hands lifting her night shirt up to her waist as she did the same with his. She was already soaking wet when he touched her, and he almost lost all control, nudging her panties aside so he could have full access to her core. With one swift thrust, he entered her and she arched her back, surrendering her breasts to his hungry mouth. He started pumping, fucking her into the mattress with increasing force, slightly pinching her hardened nipples with his teeth when her nails punctured the skin on his shoulders.

Moans and grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the bedroom, the headboard hitting the wall in a dull, rhythmic thud, sheets clenched in his tight fists as he tried to last until she was satisfied.

"That’s it, my love!...Taking my cock so well!...Mmh, I could fuck you for a week straight and I bet you’d be still as tight as the first time... I can feel you clenching around my cock…Touch yourself for me, my love... Cum when you’re ready…Let me hear how good I make you feel. "

With a cry of his name, she orgasmed, legs shaking and hips still bucking in desperation as he continued fucking her. Severus released after a few more thrusts, breathing heavily and admiring her blissed-out state, before he gently slid out of her and took her into his arms, kissing her forehead tenderly.

"Merlin, Sev, that was... you were..."

"Does that mean I'm forgiven?" he asks, smugly.

"I’m sorry too! For hexing you and snapping like that at you, avoiding telling you the truth. You’ve told me what you had to endure at their expense when you were a student yourself, and since I made the decision to join the search, I have dreaded your reaction. "

"You said you liked my cold demeanor," he said, trying to sound playful. Severus’ heart seemed to drop when he heard you were dreading facing him and he tried with all his might to change the subject. He made a mental note-do not make her fear you!-and slipped his fingers through her hair.

"Only when we storm out together when we encounter a student out of bed during night patrol." The sound of her laugh calmed his thoughts, brought him back to reality, a reality in which he swore to always love, protect, and cherish her, until they were both old, grey, and senile, but still in love.

#severus snape #snape #severus snape one shot #snape one shot #severus snape x oc #snape x oc #snape angst #snape smut #severus snape smut #severus snape fluff #snape fluff

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familyagrestefanblog · 2 years

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Me endlessly rambling about the morality of Adriens plot involvement in “Evolution”, bc DAMN!

In "Evolution" there is one aspect I haven't seen anyone talk about yet which bothers me in how tragic and unspeakably unfair it is: Gabriel is not the only person who missed his chance of being able to safe his family that day, so did ADRIEN.

And that's the core stinger of this show not letting Adrien/Chat Noir actually BE the villains son (yet?). It's one thing that Gabriel, the villain, has fallen so far that he is now unable to make the right decision on his own, but the same wouldn't apply to Adrien. And I also wanna talk about how horrible it is that Adriens father basically turned into a collapsing mess further descending into madness right in front of his sons eyes for the entire episode but Adrien isnt given the chance to maybe make the choice to TRY to reach out and help him.

Disclaimer: My post is NOT about me thinking that Gabriel is owed to have his son at his side to help and save him. No, my concerns and feelings regarding the morality of Adriens involvement are 100% about ADRIEN. Gabriel I only care for in this regard of him “being denied his sons help” in the sense that he is Adriens father. Thats it. My priority, as per usual, is Adrien and what all of this means for him.

Because my goodness if s5 continues like this I seriously have to wonder how Adrien is supposed to be able to life with himself after all of this.

Look, I’m going to take the matter seriously if thats not something for you than this wont be the post for you. I am allowed to talk about the portayed morality of a parent-child relationship in an international very popular family cartoon. I’m pretty certain this is all deliberate set up since the writing made way too many specific decisions regarding these two and the big picture in this episode (and in that case I’m gonna LOVE this) but I still wanna talk about it in the way that reflects the fact that we dont have the rest of the season yet. And in this regard this episode got morally questionable at times.

If this IS something you care about too though, dont let me stop you any further and “read more”

My "problem" ( not really problem since with the right continuation I will love ALL of this, so its a “inbetween-problem” right now. You get it) is not that the writing says that Gabriel doesn't have enough true goodness in him to actually safe his family, or that the Agreste family in the end is beyond saving and not worth it and Adrien will end up happy with the Dupain-Chengs. All of that is not my problem. It's that Adrien is denied every opportunity like this in his plot involvement to be allowed to make the choice of saving his family himself. To at least TRY to have the saving grace influence on his family's fate that Adrien embodies.

"Evolution" is actually the first episode where this problem actively crosses the line for me (which I strongly believe was the intention), cause up til the end of season 4 Gabriel/Hawkmoth (or whatever) wasn't straight up a hurting mess on the battle field who, yes, would desperately need his son on the heros side as a familiar and sympathetic influence when no other hero can or maybe even should, who can reach some of his last remaining humanity and possibly make the small but immense difference in how Gabriels and the Agrestes story ends.

Do not get me wrong, I don't care for Gabriel just for his own sake, I primarily care about his fate because he's Adriens father. I am NOT saying Gabriel deserves a happy ending just because he has a sympathetic reason to have started his villainous doom (I know alot of people will disagree here but respect that I absolutely LOVE these kind of morally complex family stories, about the humanity in inhumanity and abuse, even if it doesn't end in a happy ending. Fuck it, ESPECIALLY if it doesn't end in a happy ending!) but I AM saying that this episode did a phenomenal job at characterizing and portraying Monarque through almost all the very core reason of his fall and the horrible consequences he has brought down on himself.

I 👏Love 👏All 👏Of👏THIS👏

And I don't NEED this (or WANT it) to have an happy ending. But what punched me in the face the entire episode through were moments like this:

Or this:

Because in the end of the day you can turn and twist it all you want. Condemn Gabriel, understand Ladybug and the other heros, Paris and the general morality of good and bad all you want; in the end it doesn't change the fact that this is Adriens father and Adriens fate and losses too. And that fact alone deserves proper respect.

Cause again, NOT for Gabriels sake but for ADRIENS.

Adriens father is laying motionless on the ground because Gabriel has fallen so far in his grief, madness and almost completely isolation that he is wrecking himself and frying his own brain with too many miraculous at the same time. And Adrien is narratively denied the opportunity to react like the SON he is in this.

Adriens villain father just gave up and therefore lost the opportunity to make everything right again, safe their family on his own accords but then immediately showed immense regret for the decision he made. And Adrien is narratively denied the opportunity to make the choice to reach out to his fathers very open humanity here and perhaps get to solve the problem in his stead.

Chat Noir was literally entrusted by Ladybug in this episode to wield the Rabbit miraculous. Chat Noir and the Monarque were in the same position. Adrien had just as much the power and the opportunity to go back in time and deliver the stick to his parents in the past (even if Gabriel had told him a different reason for why, fixing the peacock wouldn't have stopped Adrien from existing) as his father did.

But whereas Gabriel lost that chance because of his own actions and decisions, Adrien has lost that chance and even the choice to MAYBE save his own mother, his father, HIMSELF, his family, every victim and all of Paris because he is being kept out of the loop.

Adrien lost just as much as Gabriel in this episode if not even MORE, he just doesn't know it and that is the biggest tragedy of this entire show.

Because the thing is, Adrien loves his family. Adrien loves his father. Even if Gabriel has never and will never deserve his sons love or Adrien himself at his side. It doesn't matter, because this is about ADRIEN.

And ADRIEN has done everything he could in the last 4 seasons to reach his father, see the good in him, and forgive and support him. Reach out, see his fathers perspective and be as good of a son as possible to not make the situation even harder for his father as loosing Emilie already was for them. To grow closer as father and son, become a family again and get the chance of a better future.

Adrien LOVES his father and never wanted to loose him. And Adrien has made countless sacrifices too many to give their family a chance to heal through patience and understanding. Adrien is a PHENOMENAL son and the true saving grace of his family. But he never had the needed knowledge to understand the actual PROBLEM that kept Gabriel from moving on and getting better. To possibly help his fathers good side reach the light again.

No, as the kid this is absolutely not Adriens job, but in a family who goes through such extreme circumstances that shit legitimately gets ugly in too many ways as it happens in real life too, this moral ideal of leaving the child out of it becomes a luxury that sometimes just isn't realistic or affordable even for the kids own sake and can also be morally put into question depending on the context.

And in this context I'm absolutely putting it in question:

There is a difference between what happened here in the episode without Adrien knowing it and Adrien actively making the decision to NOT use the Rabbit power to right his fathers wrong and give their family another chance.

There is a difference between Adrien actively making the choice to distance himself from his villain father even as Chat Noir and leaving him to his self-made demise because that's what Adrien choose to do and sees as morally right in his unique position of having one foot on each side of the war, and Adrien not even getting that choice in the first place.

There is a difference between Adrien choosing to stay on Ladybugs side and stand so actively against his father as her partner when shit goes down so fatally for Monarque like this, and Adrien not knowing what siding with her means in the bigger picture.

There is a difference between Adrien making the choice to not save his mother before giving up the Rabbit miraculous, because unlike Gabriel Adrien actually managed to move on from that loss and does what Gabriel can't, and Adrien not even knowing that he had the power to resolve all of this and save his mother, his father, the miraculous and Paris in a way that wouldn't have hurt anyone (to our knowledge right now)

The difference is that in one case Adrien gets to actively make the choice that is right for HIMSELF, so he can properly adjust his role so he can actually LIFE with himself in the end, whereas in the second case he makes the choices while thinking himself to not be connected to Monarque at all and therefore acts only to the benefit of the general greater good and Ladybug.

And it's the SECOND case that rings true in Canon. Adriens actual position in this still remains completely neglected and he is going to stay without any kind of necessary closure and own moral adjustments to his role and actions in his family's demise. And this leaves Adrien in the position where he will/would simply life to regret his actions or at least beat himself up for it. And those are regrets and grief that no one can rationalize away for him, this kind of guilt stays for a life time. Because how THE FUCK could it not??

Cause for all it is, he is the only person for who the overall truth of the good and evil side of this war is not enough to justify or excuse his actions and behavior. Not in his own eyes. Because Gabriel wasn't just Hawkmoth, ShadowMoth, Monarque or whoever. He wasn't just the evil bad guy, he was his father too. And while Gabriel probably has always been difficult, he sure as hell wasn't THIS (Monarque) for Adriens entire life as we know from Adrien himself:

So everyone else has the luxury to, in the end, make peace with the situation through breaking the grey area down to basic black-and-white thinking, because they have the necessary distance to Gabriel and his motivations to do so.

But you can't just apply the same way of thinking and moral standpoint to Adrien/Chat Noir, he simply ISN'T in the same position as everyone else.

In my opinion it always was Miraculous biggest loss that Chat Noir/Adrien is not allowed to actually BE the villains son with all the amazing character and plot potential that comes with it. But "Evolution" was the first episode where this unused connection actually made me grimance while watching.

Adrien deserves the chance to at least TRY to help his father when its already happening right in front of his eyes!

All of this had a chance of being resolved in peace through Adriens best and defining character traits: his compassion, love and loyalty even in the darkness hours. You have to do a FUCK TON to loose him and there are simply too many moments in this episode where I think Adrien would have tried to help his father to do the right thing for me to not talk about this.

And again, I'm not asking for this to actually have happened this way and have a nice sunshine ending. I'm not saying that Gabriel would have absolutely had listened to Adrien and that things would have turned out fine if only Adrien and Gabriel had found out each others identities somewhere in the borrows. No, I'm not giving Gabriel that much credit, neither as a person nor as a father. We have watched the show til now and what happened when Gabriel found out under different circumstances:

No, I'm never bringing this up for GABRIELS sake, in all of this I care with all of my heart for ADRIEN. And what HE goes through in everything going down on both sides, what HE looses and what this means for HIM because he is the one in the almost agenciless and inescapable position. He is the biggest victim in all of Miraculous and season 5 right immediately started off with an event where Adrien is even more wronged regarding his fathers villain backstory comeuppance than Gabriel himself.

Adrien is the actual tragedy in this very episode and entire show and I can only hope that the show will treat his loss with the respect it deserves. "Evolution" actually gave me alot of hope in this regard because of how it treated Gabriel, the Ladynoir moments, Chat as a hero character in general and of course:

Alix family moments paralleling the Agrestes with another father-hero child bond whose family is being seperated (also interesting to remember is that back in s1 people suspected Alix' father to be Hawkmoth as a second option to Gabriel)

These things are intentional, but I'm still anxious, because DUDE

Adrien being left out of the loop in everything is reaching beyond BRUTAL extends. The Ladynoir and father-son sides of his life have now collided in the most painful way with undoable consequences yet (and on both parts he is still kept basically entirely oblivious to the secrets and offenses being done to him). The morality in all of this is beyond questionable at this point, and simply in particular regarding his damn father. This is fucked up.

I really have to ask how Adrien could ever be able to forgive himself for his family's fate, his mother and especially FATHER'S fate, once he looks back on it concidering how actively INVOLVED he was in all of it. Without getting a choice, proper agency or much needed closure while going through this. Adrien isn't doing nothing here, "Evolution" in particular, the episode of Gabriels villain backstory commupance.

You know what? Screw it, this is theoretically speaking just as much of a damnation backstory set up as the one Gabriel has, just so much worse. His fucking father would be the core reason of why Adrien could never forgive himself for what happened to his family while he himself (unknowingly) took huge active actions in making his father go this far (again, THIS episode for example) when in Adriens eyes his father was in desperate need of help through his grief no matter how inexcusable his actions became. Because Gabriel needed and NEEDS help (and not the one Nathalie gave him, you know the person Adrien gave his father his blessing for to MARRY) and COULD have turned back to the light at some earlier point. And Adrien saw that potential the entire time. And tried to help and reach out over and over again. But he was never able to do it "right".

He would think himself a failure of a son when he only finds out about this when it's way too late and he has to let his father behind who is too far gone. Or a failure of a hero all together for not having noticed and stopped it earlier and to his family and the citizens, when he was in the position to all along. How is he supposed to just let that go when Adriens noose has always and forever been his loyalty and LOVE?

This shit is so messed up on a morality level for Adriens position because Adriens situation just gets worse and worse and he is hardly given any chances to chose to adjust his behavior/actions in a way to his actual circumstances or get any true closure with full context to be able to properly DEAL with this. Because he doesn't know what his actions are causing/ influencing! It wouldn't even be Gabriels abuse or bad influence that would be the core of his tragedy, it's the fact Adrien was denied to get closure of not being able to properly help his father and family. That everything went so catastrophically far and hurt so many people and loved ones and he could have helped "but didn't".

How is Adrien supposed to life with himself after loosing his father like this while he was Chat Noir? In a way that is actually in-character for him and his core principles? Adrien, who is taking the blame for his loved ones in too dangerous degrees just so they have to suffer less? If Adrien knew he would react differently, in ways he wouldn't life to regret or at least hold against himself for how it went down. Fuck, let's go with the scenario: If Adriens love would stop him from being able to let this go he would actually become and have the motivation that Gabriel THINKS he is and has!

Have this go wrong and Adrien will step into his fathers footsteps no matter what any third party (including Ladybug) will say that it wasn't his fault. He will just not be evil while doing it, but just as desperate, lost and haunted by the past. Maybe even more so than his father because Adrien is actually a good person.

Seriously, I know Miraculous has pulled some morally questionable stuff by now (hello season 4), but this episode really made me shallow hard in how far Adrien being left out of the loop is being taken and what the consequences of his actions symbolize. Adrien literally left his father back in the past and he didn't even know it.

I know for most people this is hardly a factor they think is important to concider, but for me it is. The episode put Adrien in too specific of a position, take too consistently brutal actions regarding his fathers backstory comeuppance here, and made him be the one to take the lead and therefore alot would fall back to in Adriens mind if he found out in this one particular episode now.

The writing of the episode made deliberate morally beyond questionable choices regarding Adriens position between Ladybug and his father that just... gut punched me.

Because fucking Christ, Adrien is still being kept in almost complete obliviousness and it made him do things and act in ways I cannot imagine him doing like this if he knew, in way too crucial of a situation regarding his entire civilian familys fate.

And therefore: Fuck, he. Should. KNOW. But he doesn't. And I don't know how Adrien is realistically suppose to life with this. This goes against everything Adriens characters has ever been.

Really, we are entering some seriously messed up moralities now for Adriens position between Ladybug and his father...

#ml spoilers #miraculous #miraculous ladubug #ml season 5 #keeping up with the agrestes #adrien agreste #Gabriel Agreste #Emilie Agreste #ml Evolution #ml 5x01 #ml analysis #Family Agreste fate #Gabriel Agrestes villain backstory comeuppance #somehow managed to wrong HIS SON even more than himself in this episode

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yes, i’m a squib | part 33.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Your Year at Hogwarts:

You didn’t go to the first dinner of the year. You didn’t want to see any more Death Eaters or any students in fear. The first thing you noticed was the sword of Gryffindor wasn’t in the office. You suspected that Snape or the Ministry took it. Probably Snape since the sword belonged to Hogwarts which meant it was in his new office. It also meant he had already thought about the fact that you were going to send Kreacher to give it to Harry. Instead, Kreacher left Dumbledore’s office— you still had to get used to calling it yours— to find your friends and give them all the password to the office. Ginny was the first to make use of it. She told you that everyone at the Burrow was fine. Surprisingly, Mr. Weasley still had a job at the Ministry. But the Weasley family was on thin ice. They were labelled blood traitors and all blood traitor families were being monitored a little more.

When Ginny left, you retreated to the bedroom chamber. It was decorated like your Hufflepuff prefect room. You were positive that Professor Sprout did it. You hung up your dad’s old mirror on the back of the door. Hopefully, Harry would pull out the missing shard so you could at least see his face once or twice.

Kreacher appeared on your bed, causing you to jump. He was holding the fake galleon that you had given to him after fifth year ended. It was glowing a bit and warm to the touch when you took it out of Kreacher’s hand. The coins hadn’t been used for an entire year. You slowly made your way through the halls until you reached the Room of Requirement. Ginny was at the front of the room when you got there— the familiar crowd of faces looked at her.

“We need to restart Dumbledore’s Army,” she said with determination.

Cedric’s owl arrived with a letter. You didn’t have one yet to return so you sent the little bird away. You two had been keeping in contact since the wedding. Two years out of each other’s lives seemed two years long enough. On some level, the letters weren’t completely innocent. You two were writing to make sure the other was still alive, that you hadn’t been taken by Death Eaters. Sometimes the letters would simply say: I ate breakfast, I’m still okay. Every letter was dated and you rarely went more than three days without sending one.

“This is the third time this week,” you said as you directed Neville to sit on the table in the greenhouse.

“Well when they stop torturing third years, then I’ll stop fighting back.”

You dabbed a thick paste-like version of wiggenweld potion around Neville’s black eye. The Carrows were some of the worst professors ever. In Dark Arts, because Defense Against the Dark Arts didn’t exist, Amycus thought proper punishment was students performing the Cruciatus Curse on those that misbehaved. Neville always refused, even picking fights with them. He had started coming into the greenhouse battered and bruised. He winced as you applied the paste.

“Try to get beat up a little less. You’re using more wiggenweld paste than I can make at a time.”

“No promises but I’ll try. Is it true about you and Harry? Slytherins have been having a field day with that.”

You shook your head. “I thought it would be safer if they think that I have no ties to Harry. I probably shouldn’t have made him look like a banshee hater, I didn’t think they’d spread the rumor around.”

“I don’t think anyone believes the last bit even if they think you’re not together. Not anyone that matters.”

“Alright. You look like crap but I think you’ll live, Mr. Longbottom.”

He chuckled and jumped down from the table. “Thanks for the patch up, again.”

“You own this place?” a voice asked as you put the key in the door to your store.

“I have for the past three years.”

You almost dropped the package from the post office when you turned to see the face that belonged to the voice. The man in front of you looked like the spitting image of your late Headmaster. He tried to smooth out his beard.

“You’re the banshee right? You saw my brother die?”

“Your brot— Aberforth Dumbledore?”

You had read his name a few times in the biography of Dumbledore that Rita Skeeter had published. They could be mistaken for twins, Aberforth and Albus. Aberforth offered a drink in his pub and you realized he was your next door neighbor with the shady pub that allowed you to buy your store for so cheap. The pub— Hog’s Head— was dingy. You thanked Aberforth for the cup of firewhiskey and sat at one of the small round tables. Literally no one else was in there and you wondered if he ever got enough customers to make money. Aberforth was curious about the truth. You told him exactly what happened that night— still protecting your cousin and not mentioning his name just that it was a student you knew.

“Come by if you ever need help. I didn’t talk to my brother but I’ve heard a lot about you. Your house-elf came by here.”

“Kreacher in a pub?”

“He was with another one, Dobby, I think? They were looking for Mundungus Fletcher.”

“Oh, yes, that’s a long story… maybe I can come by and tell you next time?”

“That would be nice.”

You began playing with the trinkets in Dumbledore’s office. You still weren’t sure if there was any reason he wanted you to have it but you were having a ball looking around. Dumbledore’s office was weird and you liked it. You stumbled across the Pensieve that Harry had told you about. Your fingers grazed across all the silver vials. Picking up one was tempting. But would it be right to look into a dead man’s memories? At the same time, maybe that’s what Dumbledore wanted? You set the vial back before and walked away from the Pensieve.

“Professor?” you heard a small voice at the door of your Alchemy classroom.

You looked up and immediately sprang into action. One of the second years, a Slytherin, was standing at your door and rubbing their wrists. They were practically raw. You rushed them to sit down on the couches at the front. You didn’t even need to wait for a potion to brew. Ever since Neville kept getting hurt along with others, you started making and storing healing potions of all sorts just as a precaution.

“How did this happen? Olivia?” You asked as you began rubbing the potion as gently as possible on her wrists.

“I disagreed with keeping out muggleborns and some older students heard.”

“They can’t— I’ll speak to someone, I promise.”

“I’m scared to go to class,” she whispered.

“You can stay in here whenever that happens. I’ll start bringing my cat to the classroom. Would that make you feel better?”

You finished getting dressed and began to look at your reflection in the mirror. You finished applying face cream when you caught a glimpse of a green eye. You smiled and gave a wave. The green eye in the corner turned into part of a smiling mouth. The shard meant that Harry could only show parts of his face at a time. He mouthed the words ‘hi’ and ‘I love you’. You mouthed them back. You couldn’t talk to him— both of you thought it was too risky. But seeing him, even just part of him, was reassuring.

“And this is our symbol for the Philosopher’s Stone.” You finished drawing it on the board for your first years. “It’s important you understand the parts that make the symbol whole. When it’s time for your own projects, you will be creating symbols of your own. Yes, Mr. Mulstrode?”

“What’s the symbol for your project, salt into gold?”

You set the chalk down. “Students, listen carefully. Do as your professor says and not as she does.”

They all chuckled. You promised that you would come up with a symbol and give it to them before the first semester was over. You were about to call on another student when Amycus came in. He told your students— who he called brats— that class was over for the day. They all looked at you.

“It’s alright, we’ll pick up tomorrow. No reading tonight.”

The first years scrambled out of the room. Amycus watched you with beady eyes as you put the floating chalk back in the cage. You were careful not to let your grip slip. While everyone knew that you were a squib, you felt that flaunting it would be a bad idea.

“We’re learning about banshees in Dark Arts and I was suddenly reminded that we have one here.”

You didn’t protest but followed him to his classroom where a bunch of seventh years— your friends— were. With a scary gentleness, Amycus motioned for you to sit in a chair in front of the class. His lesson on banshees was nothing but how to use them for evil. You sat still, not even looking at the board, as he began to practically salivate at how dark banshees could be.

“We control a banshee by connecting with them using the Cruciatus Curse,” Amycus started. “This little one belongs to the Dark Lord but you can still practice a bit. You all get only a few seconds, any longer and we risk breaking the Dark Lord’s connection. Longbottom! You can go first.”

Neville shook his head. “I’m not doing it.”

Amycus shoved his wand in Neville’s chest. “Another black eye, Longbottom?”

“Neville,” you squeaked.

“It’s torture. I won’t.”

“You have detention, Longbottom. Meanwhile, I’ll gladly take your turn. Crucio!”

Everyone held their ears as you screamed. You drew your knees to your chest. One by one students went. Hesitation was met with detentions which just meant they would get punished. Most of your friends refused and took punishment. You almost wanted to laugh at them being noble because they only earned themselves punishment but didn’t stop the lesson. Amycus took their turn every time they refused. You weren’t sure if it was better or worse to have short attacks of the Cruciatus Curse.

Somewhere between the start of the lesson and the end of it, you had ended up on the floor. You didn’t hear Amycus end his lesson. Your head was hidden by your knees and you had covered your ears with your hands. Tears were streaming down your face as you tried to not end up visualizing the graveyard. You screamed when a hand touched you, fighting as it grabbed your wrists. You looked up and stopped when you saw your cousin.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, they weren’t supposed to touch you at all. That was the deal promised, no one was supposed to hurt you.”

“Did you d—”

“No. I’d never even think about using the curse on you.” Draco pulled you into a hug. “Let’s go before Carrow comes back.”

He helped you up and out of the classroom. Draco took you towards the Slytherin common room. He moved past the entrance for the common room and kept going until he reached a door for the Head of House. He didn’t let up in his knocking until the door opened. You tensed up at seeing Snape standing there.

“No, no, Draco. Please. He’ll do the same, please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please. No more curse,” you begged and apologized for nothing, remembering last year’s lessons with Snape.

“Carrow crucio’d her. He had the whole class practice as part of the lesson on banshees.”

Snape looked horrified as you clutched at your cousin’s cloak. You cried more and protested as Draco got you inside. He grabbed you by the shoulders.

“No more, no more curses,” you sniffled. “Please, no more. Everything hurts.”

Draco hugged you again, cradling the back of your head. “Professor Snape won’t hurt you. I won’t let him, he’s not here to hurt you.”

You calmed down enough to let him lead you inside Snape’s office. You were sat down on a chair and felt Draco’s cloak being wrapped around you. Snape assured you that he would talk to Amycus but you didn’t really hear him. Draco knelt in front of the chair and grabbed your hand until you eventually looked at him.

“I’ll be right back, okay? I’m going to get your bag from the class and then come right back, I promise.”

You looked up at Snape’s desk. Draco squeezed your hand.

“He won’t hurt you.”

“No more curse?” you whispered.

“No curse,” Draco said with assurance. “I’ll be right back.”

Snape watched you stay curled up on the chair. You hadn’t moved once since Draco left. Your eyes were stuck staring at the same spot on the floor as if you were trying not to disturb Snape’s presence and have him remember you were there. You jumped when he called your name.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You shook your head. Draco came back with your bag in his hand. You weren’t in a position to move yet. Snape knew he had to set Carrow straight, reminding the Death Eater that a banshee couldn’t perform for Voldemort if you were too scared. It was clear from Draco and Snape’s perspective that one more Cruciatus Curse and you would probably be just like Frank and Alice Longbottom. Your hands covered your ears again. Draco swallowed uncomfortably as he watched your hands shake.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Draco knelt down in front of you again. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

You shook your head and rocked slightly in the chair. “Let Harry have the banshee power, I’m sorry. Is that why I got hurt? I’m sorry, tell Voldemort I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, just no more crucio please.”

Snape stood up from his desk. Your eyes went wide and you shook even harder. He placed a hand on Draco’s shoulder to refrain from trying to give you a comforting hand in worry that it might set you off. Snape waited for you to look him in the eye.

“Don’t ever apologize for that again and don’t you dare let anyone hear what you just said. Draco, watch her until she’s better.”

Your cousin nodded. You slowly unfurled your legs and let him help you up after a bit of prodding.

“It’s Thursday,” Draco said. “Do you want tea?”

“Yes, please,” you murmured.

Your heart sped up when you heard Remus’ voice on the radio that sat on top of the desk in your office. Cedric had written about a new news station called Potterwatch. You had heard a few students talking about it. You could easily identify everyone speaking: Remus, Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Kingsley Shacklebot. It became one of the few news outlets telling the truth. You found yourself listening to it whenever you could. You even played it in your Alchemy classroom, practically daring students to snitch on you to Snape. No one ever did.

Your class became one of the few classes of reprieve for students that didn’t agree with blood purity. Especially the younger first and second years. You, Professor Sprout, Flitwick, McGonagall, and Slughorn tried your absolute hardest to make Hogwarts feel like it used to. You noticed more students had taken Hagrid’s class than in the past. He was also one of the only reminders of old Hogwarts left.

The kids didn’t complain about the readings you gave out. They actually came with questions and were ready to debate each other. They especially enjoyed when Padfoot chose one of their laps to take his daily naps on. Despite the darkness of Hogwarts, the Alchemy classroom was a bright spot. Kids were even encouraged to openly read The Quibbler and condemn the Daily Prophet. Potterwatch was always on. More students spent their free time in the classroom— although sometimes it was just to escape the horrors of the castle, not because they believed Harry over the Prophet. No one ever snitched. It was an unspoken agreement, even if they argued with each other, that nothing left the Alchemy classroom.

Cedric wrote that he was, in fact, officially out of a job. It was a good run and he had made a name for himself as a stellar seeker. But quidditch was basically gone. The Ministry assured that it would be back but the new order to the wizarding world had to be stable first. He sent his quidditch jumper that he signed. You laughed reading the note that you could sell it one day for a lot of money. You wrote him back saying that you didn’t think money was an issue but you appreciated the new, warm jumper to add to your collection.

You dropped his letter in the little pile that you had in a dresser drawer. It made you pleased to see so many. It meant that Cedric was still alive. He was a pureblood but enough people knew about his feelings towards blood purity. It didn’t help that you were his first and most public girlfriend. The banshee part of you seemed to win out over the fact that you were from the most prestigious pureblood family. Cedric’s stance and his previous relationship with you could mark him a blood traitor. Snatchers had begun taking muggleborns and blood traitors to the Ministry to answer for possible crimes and punishments. Blood traitors were fifty-fifty, like how the Weasleys got let go and went into hiding. Muggleborns were always found guilty of some crime and punished.

You knew plenty of muggle students that fled Britain completely with their parents. It was one thing if they were caught, they’d be thrown in prison because the Ministry still felt a type of way about spilling wizard blood. But their muggle parents would be killed without question. Some of your students that were half-bloods wrote you last notes on their essays saying that they were fleeing to a country that offered refuge and wouldn’t be back after Christmas break.

Christmas held no joy. You took the longest route possible to get to Andromeda’s house. You didn’t want to risk a Death Eater following you. Especially not when you were the Secret Keeper of the house. Tonks was visibly pregnant at this point. You gave her a hug before following her inside. The guest room was nice and simple. Padfoot immediately curled up on the bed to sleep.

Dinner was surprisingly nice. It was the most relaxed any of you had been. The entire family was safe and in one place. You lied about Hogwarts when they asked questions. If Remus knew what Amycus had done, he would find a way to keep you at their house. So you only answered about the students. Remus eyed you with scrutiny.

“What?” you asked.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you without something of Sirius’ on.”

“I do own my own clothes.”

“If it’s a dress or skirt. Your dad contributed to the rest of your closet.”

“Keep talking Uncle Remus and I’ll steal your ratty cardigans.”

Tonks couldn’t help but laugh as Remus couldn’t decide whether to be amused or offended.

“I will not name you as our baby’s godmother if you keep making fun of me.”

“I’m already the baby’s sister, I heard you when you threatened Harry.”

“Heard what?” Tonks asked.

Remus blushed as you repeated his statement. She hit him in the shoulder with a proud smile.

“So I was right,” Tonks said. “You are an excellent father.”

“Well, we want you to be godmother,” Remus continued, trying to ignore the compliment. “We were thinking of making Harry godfather but we weren’t sure if you two would feel like that was us just doing that because you were together. It’s not, I just— James was always supposed to be my kid’s godfather.”

“I don’t mind. I don’t think Harry will think anything of it, either… I want the baby to call me Sisi (Y/N),” you said as you took another bite of food.

“What? Sissy?”

“Sisi. CC. Like sister but cuter. I don’t want to be Aunt (Y/N) even if you make me godmother.”

“You call me Uncle Remus.”

“Because you never chose a different name. And Tonks is my cousin but technically my godmother and I never know what to call her. I’m not confusing the baby.”

Tonks pointed her fork at you. “What if you call me TT? Auntie Tonks, TT.”

Remus sighed. “Is this what we’re doing now? Matching nicknames?”

Tonks smiled. “You’re just upset you can’t be called something cute, Moony.”

He gave you both a look like you two were mental. Andromeda offered her own nickname of ‘TT Meda’ at Remus’ expense. He drank his butterbeer and complained about being the only man in the house which just made you all laugh even more. You jumped when you heard a lightning strike with a flash of thunder. Andromeda stopped laughing to look at you.

“Harry’s in trouble.”

“I thought you said he wouldn’t use the connection or your powers,” Remus said with an edge in his voice.

“He’s not or not intentionally, I don’t see anything. But I can hear it, he’s in real trouble. Near death.”

Tonks wrapped an arm around you. “There’s nothing you can do to help, try not to focus on it before you stress yourself out.”

“Are you giving me your pregnancy advice? Isn’t that what the healers say?”

She laughed. “It’s good advice for everyone.”

The next DA meeting was somber. Luna never returned from the break. First Hagrid on the run and now Luna. You all knew she had been kidnapped by Snatchers or Death Eaters. The thing is The Quibbler was still being published so you couldn’t figure out what they possibly took her for. Ginny came in, throwing The Quibbler’s latest print down on the floor. You all looked to see Harry’s face on the front. Only instead of saying how he was a hero, it labelled him Undesirable No.1 just like the Daily Prophet. It was clear. Luna was taken for Mr. Lovegood’s previous publishings. The Quibbler had been taken over just like every other newspaper. Potterwatch seemed to be the only news outlet that said the truth. It would stay that way as long as they didn’t get found.

After the incident in Snape’s office, you no longer felt a way about peering into Dumbledore’s old memories. Any and every bit of memory on Snape was poured into the Pensieve and you watched them all play out. You pulled yourself away quickly after hearing Dumbledore’s request. How could he have asked Snape to kill him? How was him being gone supposed to help you stop Voldemort? You had more questions than answers but you knew one thing now. Snape never turned you in because he was still working for Dumbledore— you hoped.

You didn’t have a choice but to put your faith in that because you looked into a memory labelled sword. Dumbledore leaving you his office made sense now. You were supposed to try and fill in as many gaps as possible. He couldn’t outright give Harry the sword so he hid it. Someone would have to retrieve it and he had to make sure it was someone who would be able to do so rather easily. You moved the portrait of Dumbledore out of the way to see the hole behind it just like in his memories. The sword was there, glittering even though there was no light shining on it. You took it, hiding it in your robe and ran to Snape’s office. He barely looked up as you bursted in and then locked his office door.

“Ms. Black?”

“I know the truth,” you said.

“I don’t kno— where did you get that?” he asked as you brandished the sword of Gryffindor.

“Can you get this to Harry?”

“The sword has to be retrieved through an act of bravery, that’s how its magic works.”

“But can you get this to him?”

“If I knew where he was.”

You took a deep breath. If Harry caught you in the mirror and they had moved, he would mouth where they were so you knew. You had caught him in the morning a few days ago after coming back to Hogwarts. You were taking a big risk if you were wrong. But you had no magic and Snape was the only person you knew that wasn’t being monitored by Death Eaters. Maybe Aberforth but you didn’t think you could sneak the sword out of the castle. Even if Kreacher had taken it, you would have to walk out the castle doors and surely they’d follow you and see the sword. You just had to hope Dumbledore’s memories rang true and that Snape was on your side even a little bit.

“The Forest of Dean,” you said.

After all the potential sightings of Harry, you weren’t allowed to go back to Remus and Tonks. Voldemort wanted you either at Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, or Malfoy Manor. You were more scared at the fact that whenever he came around, you weren’t yelled at but treated like one of his prized Death Eaters. Lucius and Bellatrix tended to act like you didn’t exist which you preferred. The only time they talked was to remind you that you weren’t allowed to go to the dungeon. They would never trust you to not let out the people down there— you never even saw who was kept there. Draco didn’t leave your side the entire Easter holiday break. With his help, you were able to visit Tonks shortly after she gave birth. You and Draco weren’t there long— only two hours before the family got suspicious. But it was two precious hours that you got to hold little Teddy Lupin.

“I’m proud of you, Uncle Remus. You two are going to be great parents to Teddy. I can vouch for that.”

Lupin pulled you into a hug before you had to go. You and Draco got back without anyone thinking anything of it. The two of you were away from the family for most of the break. Narcissa occasionally showed her face but you and Draco were left alone usually. You still had Thursday tea in Draco’s room. Except it wasn’t on Thursdays. It was every time Snatchers dropped off a new batch of people to Malfoy Manor where they stayed before being transferred to the Ministry. The minute new people were dropped off, Draco would usher you to his room before Bellatrix could start performing the Cruciatus Curse on people. He watched how you always curled up in the chair and just clutched the teacup as Bellatrix did it. You dropped the cup when she screamed the curse particularly loud, the porcelain shattering. Draco immediately got up from his chair to kneel in front of you.

“She did that to me,” you whispered.

“I know.” Draco wasn’t sure what else to say.

“She killed my dad.”

Draco pulled you off the chair and into a hug. You started crying as you remembered the Department of Mysteries. Bellatrix would always scare you. Her enjoyment of torture only made it worse because you knew she felt no remorse.

“You won’t hurt me, right?” you asked quietly.

“Never. Family doesn��t do that to each other.”

“She did.”

“She’s not real family,” Draco said with grit in his voice. “You and Mother are family. Lupin and Tonks, too. That’s our family.”

“And my dad.”

“Yeah,” your cousin chuckled sadly. “Uncle Sirius was the best family.”

Narcissa entered the room, saying that you and Draco’s presence was requested. You gasped when you saw Hermione and Ron in the Snatchers’ arms. They were with another man whose face was so puffy and weird looking that you knew it had to be Harry and Hermione probably did some quick thinking. Bellatrix grabbed Harry by his hair and pulled him towards you. She pointed her wand at you causing Draco to step in front a bit.

“Aunt Bellatrix, it’s not necessary. (Y/N) knows what side she is on.”

She muttered alright before her voice turned into the sickly sweet tone she only used with her nephew and sister.

“It’s not him,” Draco said.

“Are you sure?” Lucius asked.

“Potter’s face isn’t this disgusting.”

Bellatrix didn’t seem convinced. She thought Draco needed time and there must have been something wrong with Harry’s face. They threw Ron and Harry in the dungeon. You tried to step up to Hermione who was kept upstairs after the Snatchers pulled the sword of Gryffindor from her bag. Draco held your wrist tightly, reminding you that you had a part to play or risk dying. You squeezed your eyes shut at Hermione’s screaming. Bellatrix wasted no time as she chose to start carving mudblood into your friend’s arm instead of just torturing her with a curse. You only felt relief at not feeling a chill or smelling anything weird. Hermione might be hurt but there were no plans to kill her.

Chaos erupted around you when Harry— with a fixed face— and Ron were suddenly out of the dungeon. They threw spells at each other until Bellatrix grabbed Hermione. You held your breath as the chill came. There wasn’t enough time to grab Hermione. Not with a knife to her throat. Ron and Harry dropped their wands like Bellatrix demanded. You were about to plead with your aunt when you all heard the squeaking of metal on metal. Everyone’s attention slowly looked up to see Dobby attempting to unscrew the chandelier. You smiled— that was how Ron and Harry got out. Elf magic always bent the rules to serve their masters. Bellatrix screamed as she pushed Hermione away and towards Ron so she could avoid being hit by the falling light fixture. You wanted to run to Harry as Dobby apparated them away but you knew it wasn’t possible. You gasped as you heard the whisper of Dobby’s name, watching your aunt’s knife fly through the air and suddenly disappear with your friends.

~~~

You were in your store when a badger patronus appeared in front of you. You dropped the packet of seeds you were holding and immediately locked the store door— the blinds had been closed since Voldemort took over. The Invisibility Cloak was dropped to reveal your friends. You hugged Ron and Hermione before almost tackling Harry. You pulled away from him before your lips crashed against each other. Harry’s hands cupped your face as he deepened the kiss.

“Are you okay? The Prophet published about Gringotts and I thought—”

“We’re fine. Only two horcruxes left and it’s over.”

“But why are you here?”

“One is at Hogwarts.”

“Okay. And the other?”

Ron spoke up. “The snake.”

Your jaw dropped. Getting to Nagini wasn’t going to happen easily. You weren’t sure if it could happen at all. Harry turned your head back to him.

“We need a way to get into Hogwarts.”

“Aberforth! Put the cloak back on, it’s right next door.”

(Part 34)...

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