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lovelytsunoda · 10 months

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crying over it all // clement novalak

summary: there are few things in this world more mortifying than failing your drivers test when everyone else your age has a license. it’s made even worse when your boyfriend is a racing driver

pairing: clement novalak x female reader

warnings: reader fails her driving test, which leads to significant self loathing, clem is just trying to be supportive and god I need someone like him right now

authors note: guess who failed her drivers test 🙃 I’ve rebooked it but now I have to commute by way of three buses to my college campus :( and don't even get me started on field placement...i wish i had never left it this long but at this point i need to trust to process and find some sort of way to move past it.

“I’m sorry, but you will need to retake your road driving test. I understand that’s not what you wanted to hear, but you need some more practice. you can see the full list of mistakes inside.”

it had been twenty minutes since she’s heard those words, and she still felt shaky on her feet. her hands had shook and tears fell down her face as she went inside, taking a number and waiting in a notoriously long dmv line to admit to the woman at the desk that she needed to rebook her test.

she didn’t want clement to see her like this, utterly defeated and trying not to scream her lungs out as she watched four teenagers in line in front of her get their licenses.

she was twenty one, for god sakes. she should have been driving by now.

she was sitting on the wooden bench, slouched I gracefully and letting the tears fall as she played with her car keys when clement found her.

what was the point of even owning a fucking car if she couldn’t drive it?

“oh, love." clem frowned, feeling his own stomach sink when he saw how distraught she was. "i take it that things didn't go well."

"could you tell?" she sobbed, trying to wipe her eyes. "was it that obvious? i hate myself, clement. how is it that i can't do something that pretty much everybody my age has been able to do since they were sixteen."

his heart ached as he heard her words. he'd passed his test on the first try, and he drove things for a living, so he's never really thought about what it must have been like for her, having to bum rides off her friends and family or to be bound to the transit schedule. while she was in college, it hadn't been the biggest deal, although it was a minor inconvenience. now that she would be working full time, the stakes were higher.

"i'm sorry, pretty girl." he frowned, pulling her closer, allowing her rest her head on his shoulder. "but you can take it again, and you know what you did wrong, right?"

"i start work next week, clem. i've looked up the commute and if i take public transit, it's almost two hours each way. and i feel like i'm a burden by constantly asking people for rides, or telling them that if they can't pick me up, we can't hang out. hell, my mother had to drive to my first date with you!"

clem chuckled at the memory, the image of a frazzled y/n stepping out of her mother's suv and frantically scanning the parking lot for clement. moments later, her mother had insisted to getting out of the car and introducing herself to clem. y/n thought that she would combust then and there.

"your mother loves me!"

"yeah, but imagine being a grown-ass adult and still having to get your mother to drive you to appointments because you don;t want to chance the bus route not aligning with your appointment time? i feel like my grandmother, and she's ninety, clement. she had her license revoked because she has cataracts."

"i know it hurts right now, but you are never a burden, y/n. your friends love having you in the car when they drive. hell, i feel like i drive better when you're next to me. i don't mind driving you places, you know. it means that i get to spend more time with you."

she smiled at the gesture, turning to allow clem to cup her chin and wipe some of her tears away. her face was flushed, eyes red and puffy. she couldn't shake the idea that she might have made a scene inside the testing center.

"i know. i just wish i could be more independent. transiting gives me so much fucking anxiety. i went over the curb when i three=point-turned and an old lady on a mobility scooter started yelling at me."

"but you never go over the curb."

"exactly! i think i was nervous, when i practiced the route with my dad, there were never any cars on the road. and i think after that happened, i got into my head and it screwed everything else up. i'm such a fuck up. i feel like i've let everybody down, especially you, since you helped pay for my fucking car."

'"hey, hey, don;t talk like that. you'll get it. i promise you. you know jenson button didn't pass his road test on his first try, right?"

she snorted, sitting up straighter, but still clutching clem's hand. "did he really?"

"yeah, and i think lando failed as well."

"yeah well, i've seen how lando drives. that doesn't surprise me at all."

having a laugh seemed to help, and at least now if people mwere staring at her it was because of the f2 driver sitting next to her, not because she was a grown woman who still couldn't drive and decided to cry about it, and then fling her keys onto the grass.

"i have some plans i might have to move around, and then i need to call my parents, and then my dad can take me out to practice a bit more but i have to trust that when i take it again in october, something goes right. because i know exactly what i fucked up."

she moved to get up from the bench, clm following closely behind as she shamefacedly handed him the keys to her volkswagen. well, the volkswagen now, since she couldn't drive it without someone who'd had their license for five years present.

"i'm proud of you for trying. i know that this was something you put off for a long time because of your anxiety, and even though it didn't work out, at least you tried." clem encouraged, his arms comfortably slung around her shoulders as she laced her fingers with his. "hey, it could be worse. you could have had your dad drive you here."

"clement, don't even joke!" she laughed. "you know that i hate taking transit, and that i don't always feel safe going places alone."

"i know. and if you ever feel unsafe, or too anxious to function, or just like you want to see my gorgeous face, call me. as long as im in the country, i will come and get you. and if im not, i'll send someone i trust."

"like who? max fewtrell? his driving is worse than landos."

clem snorted. "i meant ria. or pietra.

"thank you, clement." she sighed, leaning into him as he unlocked the car. "i love you."

"i love you more, pretty girl." he kissed the top of her head softly. "it will all work itself out, love. just you wait. and then you'll be the one driving me places."

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hischierdevils · 1 year

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18 with jack hughes? X

18. “You really thought I would just forget about you? It’s not that easy.”

Working as a waitress on Valentine’s Day was bad enough but your night was made even worse when your ex-boyfriend got seated in your section. You were bringing ketchup to another table when you spotted him and it was too late to trade tables with another waitress.

You only broke up two weeks ago, your schedules putting too much of a strain on the relationship. It also didn’t help that he was the Jack Hughes. You couldn’t help but wonder who he was with or what he was doing on those long road trips. Your insecurities got the best of you and you left before he could actually hurt you.

You couldn’t believe he had the nerve to bring a date to the restaurant where he knew you worked. From your vantage point, you couldn’t see anyone sitting with him but what else would he be doing here on Valentine’s Day?

Taking a deep breath, you steeled your nerves and forced a smile on your face. The walk to his table was shorter than you would have liked and you avoided looking at him or his date as you introduced yourself. “Hi I’m y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Our specials tonight are-“

“Y/n.” Jack cuts you off and your eyes flit to him in annoyance. “You don’t have to introduce yourself to me.”

As you look at him you notice his hair has grown out a lot. It’s now touching his shoulder. He’s wearing an old Michigan hoodie and he looks exhausted, not like he’s happy to be on a date.

“What are you doing here?” You ask once you realize he’s sitting by himself with only one menu in front of him.

“I wanted to see you.” He admits easily. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“Jack, we broke up.” You sigh.

“No, you left when I was on a roadie without any explanation. You didn’t even give me a chance to fight for us.” He tells you angrily.

“I can’t talk about this right now, I’m at work.”

“What time are you off?” He gives you a determined look and you know that even if you don’t tell him, he’ll stick around.

“Eleven. Now are you going to order or not?”

Jack ends up leaving without ordering anything and you try to push thoughts of him out of your mind as you finish your shift.

He’s standing beside his Range Rover on the street when you walk out of the restaurant at 11:15. “Hey.” He says nervously.

“Hey. I was kind of expecting you to forget.” Hoping is actually more like it. You didn’t want to have this conversation.

“You really thought I would just forget about you?” He shakes his head at you. “It’s not that easy.”

“Jack we haven’t talked in weeks.” You shiver in the chilly winter air and pull your coat tighter around yourself.

“Who’s fault is that y/n? You blocked me on everything.” As he talks, he opens his passenger door for you to get in.

You think about declining, but it’s winter in New Jersey and you don’t really want to walk home this late so you climb in.

“I thought it would be easiest-“ You tell him once you’re both in the car.

“For me or for you?” He turns on the car and blasts the heat but makes no move to actually drive away from the curb.

“For both of us!” You yell suddenly as tears line your eyes. “You’re a hockey superstar and I’m just a nobody, Jack. You’re not supposed to be with someone like me.”

“Who am I supposed to be with then?” He looks at you expectantly but when you decline to give him an answer, he keeps going. “I only want you y/n. I love you.”

You choke on a sob as you look up and meet his gaze. “I don’t fit in with the wags. They’re all prettier than me.” You admit.

Slowly he blinks once, twice, before taking your hand in his. “Baby, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I clearly didn’t tell you that enough.”

“You did.” You whisper as he wipes a tear off your cheek. “I just got in my head. Im sorry.”

“Do you still love me?” He asks you as he moves his hand to cup your cheek.

“Of course I do.” You respond. “I never stopped.”

He sighs in relief and gives you a soft smile. “Then how about we go home?” He suggests as shifts the car into drive. “And the next time you get in your head, you call me, got it?”

“Got it.”

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munsonsreputation · 1 year

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hi kay my love!!! congrats on 500 followers! as per usual, i have a request… a noah and steve request!

"I'll keep the nightmares at bay; just rest for now; I got you, I'll be here when you wake up." — you’re very anxious with uni exams and you decide to call steve. it’s middle of the night and for a second he thinks you’re in trouble, but then you explain you can’t sleep and when you do, you have nightmares. when you hang up, steve drives to your house (maybe the fic starts here) and tries to sneak in, but Noah can’t keep his presence a secret. you ask Steve what he’s doing, fluffy talk and he sleeps with you

do your magic, i bet it’s gonna be amazing. love you 💙

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The luminous green light from the clock sitting on your desk scorched your eyes. It was nearly three in the morning and you were more than exhausted. On the verge of a mental breakdown, actually.

You had been studying for your university exam for hours. Ass glued to your desk chair and eyes boring holes into the textbook and notes you’d been flipping through. Your sweet dog Noah, fast asleep on the floor beside your feet, as he kept you company while you studied.

You wished you could be fast asleep as well.

You were tired.

So. very. tired.

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to get up.

These exams weighed heavily on your grade and you couldn’t risk missing any points. You had worked so hard to ace these final exams so that you could finally enjoy a break and get this whole thing over with.

But you didn’t know your limits, or at least were horrible at setting those boundaries with yourself. You tended to overwork yourself, and tonight was one of those instances. You wished Steve was here to scold you and tell carry you into bed, but of course you had convinced him that you would be alright and wouldn’t overdo it.

But here you were almost in tears, delirious as you reached your phone and dialed in the numbers you remembered by heart with salty drops already falling down your cheeks as you heard the rings.

“H-hello?” He had just woken up, clearly by the cracking and hoarseness in his voice.

Immediately, you sobbed, loud sniffles cutting in from the other side of the line that got Steve springing up from his bed and wide awake.

“S-steve,” your voice cracked, your sobs getting louder as you wiped your tears, “I—I need you.”

He threw the sheets off his body, shoulder keeping the phone glued to his ears as he tried to search for a shirt to throw on. He caught the time on his clock, immediately even more concerned now considering the hour that you were supposed to be asleep, but instead here you were crying to him over the phone where he could do nothing but let the worse come to mind.

Did someone get into your house?

Did you have a nightmare?

Was something bothering you?

Were you hurt?

Fuck! If you were hurt, then he needed to hurry.

“What going on? Baby—talk to me, are you hurt?”

Mentally. Totally.

Your brained was fried.

You shook your head as if he could see you, swallowing the hiccups that forced itself out, “No, I’m not hurt…I just need you, Steve.”

You heard a little more rustling in the background, before it became clearer, “I’ll be right over, just give me a few minutes, doll.”

“Okay…drive safe, please.” You said softly, trying to calm your crying as you knew help was on the way in no time.

The jingling of his keys was the last thing you heard before his voice, “Always, babe. See you soon.”

You hung up the phone, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes. The tears still spilling, yet you seemed to get it a bit under control, focusing on the notes on your desk. Attempting to read off the last few bullet points through your blurry eyes, which was absolutely ridiculous, but you were never one to give up so easily.

Your crying had progressed so much that Noah had woken up. Cuddled up by your legs as you reached down with one hand, attempting to comfort him and let him know that you were ok, even though you knew your doggie could feel that you weren’t.

This seemed to be the only time tonight where you tore your eyes away from the pages, but it wasn’t until you heard the key turn in the doorway that you felt like getting up from your desk chair. It was only a few moments later where Steve slowly turned the knob to your bedroom door, staring at you with concern in the doorway.

or the first time that night, you got up from your seat.

The second Steve got into your bedroom he knew you’d be crying once again. You always softened up when he was around, like he was your safe space. And he was so very grateful that you picked him as a safe space.

And he was right, hearing your soft sniffles, and how you sneaked your hand up to your cheek to wipe your cheeks, “Baby…”

You turned slowly towards him, immediately walking into his chest where he had his arms held out, before engulfing you in his cages. You cried into his t-shirt, soaking the fabric with your tears, fingers tightening around his back where you held onto him for dear life.

His eyes scanned around the room, eyes drawn to the mess on your desk filled with scattered pens and papers. Noah had also gone back to his usual spot, knowing that he was around and would make sure that you were ok for the rest of the night. Suddenly, it became clear that studying was what got you here. He had spoken to you over the phone a few hours ago, just before he went to bed around eleven. You had told him you’d only be studying for a half an hour more and then you’d get to beauty sleep.

Of course you didn’t.

“Honey, shhh, you gotta take a deep breath.” He guided your head away enough so he could see you.

Mimicking breathing for you to follow as he clutched your cheeks and thumbed away the tears ever if they didn’t stop anytime soon.

“I—I’m sorry,” you whimpered, tightly shutting your eyes, feeling so embarrassed for waking him and making him come all the way here.

“Hey, no, none of that.” His lips met your forehead, pecking the skin and grounding you. “don’t apologize, I’m so glad you called me.”

Your eyes opened, meeting his brown orbs that looked down at you, “You just gotta talk to me, doll…tell me what’s going on?”

He reached behind him, unwrapping your hands from him and holding yours in his hands, where he led you towards your bed. Honestly, your bed never felt so comfortable than right now. The blankets and pillows cushioning you as Steve pulled the sheets back and led you in. You watched him for a second; him toeing off his shoes before getting into bed beside you.

His arms wrapped across your midsection, slotting himself against you where you felt the most safe and comfortable, “I—I’m so scared of failing….I’ve been studying for hours and no matter how hard I try to get the stupid concept...I just don’t…”

Your voice failed the rest of the sentence, instead the words just slowly crumbling with you as you held on tighter to Steve.

He felt the urgency and anxiety in your hold, knowing this feeling all to well since it had happened before, “Sweet girl, you’ve gotta get some rest, you’re killing yourself over this and it’s not good for you.”

“But…but finals is in a few days and if I don’t—”

He squeezed you a little firmer, cutting off your sentence as he laid a kiss on top of your forehead. “But nothing.” Steve started, staring at you through the pale moonlight with softness and firmness laced in his voice.

“I’ll keep it all at bay for the night, and I need you to rest for now,” his gentle fingers brushing back your tear soaked hair away from your face, “I got you, and I’ll be here in the morning then we can figure this all out together ok?”

Again, sniffles filled the room for a short while, as you didn’t know if you could speak of your gratefulness without breaking out into sobs again. There was just something so endearing and comforting about Steve being here for you in moments like these. Even if the stress and anxiety was all in your head, he always knew how to ground you and keep you from diving deeper into the negative feelings.

“I love you.” You whispered faintly, closing your eyes and digging your face deeper into his chest where you felt the safest from your worries and thoughts.

You could feel his smile as he whispered it back to you, “I love you more,” and his arms never daring to unwrap from your body, keeping you safe from the nightmares of what could have been.

That even if there was a chance that tomorrow could be a repeat of tonight, that he’d be here. He always would and he would never let you go through it alone.

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scribbledghost · 9 months

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Thoughts

Pairing: Neighbor!Agent Whiskey x Reader (no y/n)

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1,186

Warnings: Panic, Intrusive thoughts, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader has OCD

Notes: If you thought the rest of my fics were niche then hoo boy are you in for a ride. Anyway this fic is 100% wish fulfillment and 100000% For Me, I just decided to share it. :)

(Also: I know this technically isn't the recommended method to help someone who has a reassurance-seeking compulsion but shhhhh let me have this okay I'm Going Through It right now)

Jack’s bleary eyes blink awake at the sound of his ringtone coming from his bedside table. As his eyes and his brain adjust to the waking world, he briefly registers the bright red digital numbers on his clock - it’s two thirty-seven in the morning. He gropes around in the dark and grabs his still-ringing phone, blinking through the offending light when he turns the screen to face him as he thinks something along the lines of someone had better be dyin’.

Your contact stares back at him.

The angry reaction to being woken up leaves him in record time as he answers; it’s not like you to call so late, after all. In fact, it’s not really like you to call at all. Usually if you need him, you send him a message.

He hears your broken breaths and sniffles before you speak, and he’s instantly upright in bed as he calls your name gently through the phone.

“What is it?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m - I’m sorry,” you stutter, and now he’s out of bed and grabbing a shirt off the floor as his mind immediately races to the worse case scenario.

“It’s alright, baby,” he soothes, “just tell me what’s goin’ on so I can help you.”

“It’s late,” you continue, and it’s unclear if you even heard him. “You’ve got work tomorrow and you should be asleep and so should I, but-”

“Hey, hey,” he calls to you, letting himself breathe, if only slightly. It seems your earlier apology was for waking him, not for the reason his mind was telling him.

Thank god.

“It’s okay,” he reiterates softly, “it’s alright. None’a that matters right now. Just tell me what’s got you so worked up, an’ I’ll help you.”

“The - the thoughts,” you say, and your voice breaks as you sob, “they won’t stop. I keep trying to get them to go away a-and they won’t. They keep telling me that something’s wrong, that I’m sick, and I can’t make them stop.”

Jack’s pulling on his boots as you continue.

“...I just want them to stop, Jack.”

Your tiny, vulnerable voice breaks his heart.

“I know, baby,” he says, “them thoughts are lyin’ to you. You’re okay. Just stay on the phone with me for a little bit longer, I’m comin’ to you.”

“You - you don’t have to,” you stutter, but he stops you.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

He’s now grabbed his keys and is out his front door. Thankfully, he lives right next door, so there’s no need for a drive this early in the morning.

“Almost there,” he says as he crosses your yard and steps up your front porch, taking notice of the dim television light coming from your living room window. Suddenly, he’s thankful you left him a spare key when you went on vacation last month.

You must hear the key in the lock, because the other end of the line goes dead just as he opens your front door.

As he locks the door behind him and toes off his boots, he’s acutely aware that he’s clad in pajama pants and yesterday’s shirt. He’s sure he must be a sight.

But then again, so are you.

Jack spots you on the floor atop a small pallet of blankets and pillows. He’s certain you tried to sleep there when you failed to do so in your bed. The television is on a low volume, and he’s too focused on you to pay much mind to what’s on it. You’re curled in on yourself, arms around your knees and your head ducked low as your shoulders shake with tears.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

He makes his way to you, knees creaking in protest as he sits down beside you and pulls you to him. You continue to cry as he tucks your head beneath his chin and quietly soothes you among comforting words.

“It’s alright,” he says softly, registering how your breathing becomes heavier and more disjointed. You always did tend to cry more when he’d comfort you. “It’s okay. Jack’s here. Jack’s gotcha.”

You continue to apologize in between sobs. Apologize for waking him, apologize for calling him over, apologize for apologizing. He stops you at every turn - he won’t have it. The last thing he wants to do right now is have you feel like you’ve inconvenienced him.

“I just wanna be okay.”

His heart breaks all over again.

“Oh, darlin’,” he sighs as he kisses your forehead. “You’ll be okay. Everythin’s gonna be alright. I promise.”

After a few more minutes, the sobs give way to shaky breathing and sniffles. It appears that the worst has passed, but Jack knows it’s still far from over.

“I tried,” you say softly. “I tried to make it by myself. I know calling for reassurance is a compulsion. But I don’t see my therapist for another week, and I haven’t heard back from the psychiatrist yet about changing my medicine, and I just-”

Jack gently shushes you, bringing a hand up to thumb away the few errant tears that have strayed since he last did so a few seconds ago.

“I know ya tried, sweetheart,” he says. “It’s okay. I ain’t ever gonna be mad atcha for callin’ me for help. No matter what time it is or what I got goin’ on. I promise.”

“I’m just… so frustrated,” you reply. “I know they’re intrusive thoughts and the best way to make them go away is to acknowledge it and not give in to the compulsions. But I… I couldn’t…”

“I know, baby,” he soothes. “You’re tryin’, and that’s a big first step. But you gotta remember, this ain’t gonna go away overnight. I know you want it to, but unfortunately that’s just not how this goes. You’re gonna be okay. It just takes time.”

You pause, the quiet television droning on in the background.

“I’m not goin’ nowhere,” he assures you. “I’m here.”

“...Thank you,” you mutter softly as you lean against him.

“Don’t gotta thank me, sugar.”

Another pause.

“...I think I’m tired.”

“You wanna stay here? Or d’ya want me to take you to bed?” Jack asks.

“In here.”

He maneuvers you onto your pallet, pulling your weighted blanket over you as he grabs another from your couch.

“You don’t have to stay here,” you say as he wriggles down next to you on the floor.

“I know.”

“You can take the couch.”

“I know.”

“Your back is gonna hurt tomorrow.”

“I’ll be fine, baby.”

The back-and-forth continues for a few more minutes until you seem to tire out just enough to turn to him and curl into his chest.

“...Love you, Jack,” you say quietly. He kisses your head in response.

“I love you, darlin’.”

He’s already made up his mind to call in sick to work tomorrow. He’s sure you’ll fight him on it, and he’s even more sure you’ll fight him when he suggests you do the same. But it’s been a heavy night, and you’ll need the rest.

Either way, he won’t leave you. That, he’s completely certain of.

#neighbor whiskey #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #ghost scribbles #neighbor au

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mystery-star · 6 months

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(K)night in Black Armor (Part 26) – Spock (Mobster!AU)

Pairing: Spock x reader

Warnings: self-doubt, aftermath of molesting, death, violence, attempted murder and rape

Words: 3669

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For a while, Spock said nothing, then he leant closer and hugged you but remained quiet.

“None of what anyone said is true. And there is no reason to think that your old life makes you undesirable in any way. It only makes you strong” he whispered in your ear. “All that matters now is that you are with me and that you mean everything to me” he pressed a kiss to your head “Have they hurt you in any way?” sobbing, you started telling him what had happened in the car and what Medusa did when you refused his ‘offer’. You could feel him pressing you closer “I will kill them” he muttered, probably more to himself. Somehow you weren’t sure if he was serious or not. You wouldn’t put it past him.

“Don’t you still need him? For information?”

“He is a threat and I am certain that if I just get rid of him, there will be no more trouble for us”

“What if some other Romulanos want revenge? Or would you do it in a way that they never find out who it was. Besides, why do you need to kill them? You could just teach them a lesson?” he gave a shrug

“They deserve death for what they did to you” also you gave a shrug.

“Can we go home?”

“Of course. Unless you wish to be in the hug longer”

“I do but I also wanna get home. We can cuddle there”

“Very well” he let go of you after pecking your forehead and started the car. As he drove out of the parking place, you took out the fruit juice from the bag and started nipping on it with the straw. You also took out one of the sandwiches and unwrapped it, tucking up your knees again.

“I thought you didn’t like someone eating in your car” you said with a side glance to him

“(Y/N) it is dangerous to have your feet on the seat. Please put them down”

“Why?” he explained that if something happened and the airbag opened, it could break your legs or worse. With a sigh you did as he said (even though it really hurt your ass to sit on it properly) and watched how he placed his phone in the holder at the front of the car, telling it to call someone.

“Is there an update on the operation?” he asked

“No, not much. They’re still talking” he threw a glance at you

“Then perhaps you can explain why I am currently driving home from San José with (Y/N) beside me after she called me and begged me to pick her up?”

“Oh?!” Spock went on scolding the mobsters that were supposed to have an eye on you (and that didn’t tell him you were gone) they tried to talk themselves out of it by claiming they had thought you only would be gone for a short while and then they had tried to find you themselves. Somehow you were quite glad that you were not them, despite everything that had happened today. Finally, Spock seemed done, at least for the moment because he ‘promised’ to continue this later. For a while it was silent, then he asked you to tell him everything that had happened after you met Medusa in the café. At some parts, your voice broke and you could see him gripping the steering wheel tighter that his knuckles turned white. You hoped that he would never be mad at you like this.

By the time you arrived home, you had opened more than half of the things Spock had gotten you. Not because you were so hungry but because you wanted to try the things and felt like eating in frustration.

“Would you like to take a shower?” Spock asked as you entered the house. You actually had never been so glad to be home.

“Yeah” you replied

“If you want, I can have a look at your injury afterwards” despite everything you could chuckle

“In other words, you want to have a look at my butt”

“Only for medical purposes”

“Sure” you told yourself and walked straight upstairs to get some new clothes that you could put on after the shower. You even tried to check how your ass looked in the mirror but you couldn’t see it properly. All you did notice was that it was bleeding and had dark stripes on it and that taking shower hurt. Once you were done, you didn’t even put on panties or pants and went to look for Spock first. You found him on the couch with his laptop, which he put aside “I uh…” you said and he noticed your state of undress and gave a nod. Since you didn’t know what else to do, you lay down on top of him, that your ass over his lap that he could have a look. You saw him opening a tube with cream

“May I?” he asked

“Of course. Just be careful”

“Always” he promised as he gently started applying the cream on your hurting butt. Some parts hurt more than others and you sometimes let out a whimper, making him apologize each time. When he was done, a part of you was relieved while the other was sad because you had enjoyed it more than you had thought you would. Slowly, you put on your panties (not the pants because you thought it was better to give the injury a bit more air) and tried to figure out the best way to sit to not hurt your ass even more. Finally, you just lay down on your side, placing your head in his lap

“Okay for you?” you mumbled

“Very much so” he confirmed, stroking some hair out of your face “I know you have eaten in the car but if you want, we could cook dinner”

“I’m not hungry right now. But you can do something if you’re hungry”

“No, I am not. I thought, that later on I could make a pizza” you snorted

“Don’t tell me it’s your green thing. You know the one with the pesto sauce instead of tomato that is littered with anything that’s green and only has so little cheese on it that you don’t even notice. The thing that’s an insult for all pizzas. Not that I want to say I don’t like your… green thing, I just think it shouldn’t be called a pizza”

“No, I meant a real pizza”

“With lactose free cheese, I know” for a while you were silent.

“I’m glad to be home with you now”

“As am I”

“Maybe I should let my friends at the Stella know that I won’t return until the next meeting with Medusa”

“I do not want you to go”

“To the Stella or the meeting?”

“Away from me in any way”

“I don’t want to do it either. But it has to be. We also need to figure out what to do because this next meeting will be the one he realizes that there will be no Bettsy”

“Leave it all to me. I will take care of it” you agreed and fell into silence again. Suddenly, you felt his hand on the outside of your thigh, gently stroking your skin. It made goosebumps erupt on your skin and he started to move his hand up a bit. It also wandered to the inside of your thigh. For some reason, you weren’t sure if you liked it but you didn’t stop him. You stilled that he wouldn’t get worried or even stopped. But just before his hand reached your middle, you winced and shifted a little and you felt his hand still “(Y/N)?” he asked

“Hmm?” you asked

“Is something wrong?”

“No” you said quickly

“Yet you seem like there is something bothering you. Is it my touch?”

“I don’t know” he didn’t reply but removed his hand “What’s wrong?” you wanted to know

“I will not continue until you confirm that you are alright with it and want me to”

“That doesn’t matter. I mean…”

“It does matter” he interrupted you “I promised I would never do something you are not comfortable with”

“Yes but it’s nothing big, it’s just…”

“That makes no difference. If you say no or are unsure about it, I will respect that” you didn’t quite know what to say

“Thank you”

“You do not need to thank me. It should go without saying” instead, he moved his hand up to your face to stroke your cheek, making you hum in approval.

“I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“That I’m being oversensitive”

“It is logical after what happened and you have the right to say no all the time”

“Or a safe word” you muttered, more to yourself

About an hour or two later you had dinner anyways and of course he wanted to know what you’d like to do this evening but you didn’t really know yourself.

“How about we do something fun, something distracting?” you suggested

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, you have your nice party room in the basement. It even has a bar, we surely can find something” and so you were behind the counter, mixing drinks with your husband. Since he didn’t have many soft drinks to mix them with, you just used a few and so of course many drinks tasted quite different from how you remembered them. Then you asked if you could play pool (although you knew you’d probably lose). But it was fun to play with him because unlike customers, he didn’t bet on who’d win and he also tried to help you. Sometimes he even granted you an advantage, for example that you always had two tries. Part of you found it very interesting to watch him plan and prepare his next shot. He’d walk around the whole table and lean down, trying to figure out the angles as he had tried to explain you, adjusting a little, looking again and all over again before he was happy and pushed the white ball. On the other hand, it meant you had to wait for quite a long time until it was your turn but today you had drinks that helped you getting distracted.

“(Y/N), we have a slight problem” was how Garret greeted you when he called you in the middle of the night two days later

“Why, what’s happening?” you asked sitting up in the bed, ignoring Spock’s questioning look

“The Romulano you’ve been meeting, Medusa, he’s been here”

“What? What did he want? What did he do?”

“He wanted to see you”

“Shit. What now?”

“I told him it was your night off and that you’re currently out of house”

“Is-is he still looking for me?”

“I guess he’s still on the parking space outside. He really wants to meet you as it seems. But he’s left a new cell phone for you and says you should call him. Oh and he made a comment about how it’d be a nice time to be spending time with Bettsy tomorrow afternoon” you glanced to Spock and gave a nod

“Okay. But does it mean I should come to the Stella now?”

“Not necessary” Spock disagreed

“Why?”

“I will send two men there to see if they are still there”

“And if they are?”

“I am certain they will leave if they notice some of our men there”

“And that won’t be suspicious at all?”

“Men have needs” he replied, sitting up too and getting his phone

“So you won’t be coming?” Garret concluded, making you look at Spock. He shook his head so you told this to Garret “Alright. Might be even better and safer for you” but you knew one thing; tomorrow you’d have to go there anyways in order to get the phone and call Camillo. And maybe then you’d have to stay at the Stella until you met Bettsy.

The next morning, however, Spock told you that the two men he had sent to the club had taken the phone here for you. It relieved you, also because it meant that Spock would be there when you had to do the phone call, which you wanted to get over with as soon as possible. Just like the Romulano had suggested, you lied that you would be meeting Bettsy this afternoon. He seemed very pleased and reminded you to wait for her in front of the Stella. Of course Spock offered to drive you but you declined, knowing it wouldn’t be good if someone saw you with him, so you took the bus. Until it was time to go outside and see Camillo, you got changed and spent time with the little girls. Then, five minutes before you were supposed to meet Camillo and twenty minutes before you told him that Bettsy would come, you went outside. Then a car drove onto the parking space and Camillo got out, dressed in casual clothes, some that you thought were better fit for a teenager. He nodded at you, pulled the cap deeper into his face and lit a cigarette which he started smoking while leaning against the wall on the other side of the building. You had agreed that he would stay away from you before Bettsy came but you didn’t know why he took the car here. After all only two other cars where here, which was usual for the daytime. For a while you waited, then checked the time on the phone Camillo had given you and saw that in two minutes, Bettsy should be arriving. Better said that would be about when the Azienda would take action as Spock had promised. About four minutes later, Camillo came over to you.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked

“A friend” you played along. Maybe she missed the bus?”

“I hope it’s only that” he growled and you could hear the hidden threat. “When’s the next one?”

“Fifteen minutes?” you replied

“Maybe someone drove her?”

“I don’t know that. We just agreed on the time. How she gets here is her thing” he let out a grunt and moved away again. But even before he was back at the place he’d been before, there was a loud exploding sound and before you could turn around, you were knocked over. Instantly you curled up and moved your back to the explosion with a fast beating heart. What was going on? As soon as it got quieter you carefully looked around and saw that the car in which Camillo had come here was in flames. You let out a gasp and before you could even do something, you were yanked up by the collar

“What is the meaning of this, whore?” Camillo shouted

“I-I don’t know” you stuttered and instantly got a fist to your face

“Don’t lie to me! I bet Carter is behind this”

“He told me of nothing he had planned! He doesn’t even know about the meeting today. I wanted to tell him when it was over” you lied. His hands were around your neck, choking you while he lifted you from the ground that you were standing on your tiptoes.

“There will be nothing for you to tell him if you don’t tell me the truth right away! Admit this was a trap” in a way it was the truth because you really had not calculated with that bomb.

“I-I know of no such thing. I only called Bettsy and told her to meet me here”

“Did you warn her?”

“No”

“Then what is going on?”

“I don’t know” you choked out, this time now even lying and fruitlessly tried scratching his arms to get his hands away from your face. Then you remembered something else and grabbed both his pinkies, yanking them back until you heard a weird cracking. He let out an agonized scream but let go of you. You fell to your knees, holding your neck and trying to get air into your lungs. Before you could get up, he kicked you in the stomach, making you fall over before he pulled you up again.

“That was very, very stupid. Just as I was playing with the thought of letting you live” you only spat in his face, which probably wasn’t the best thing to do but all you could think of. In an instant, he slammed you against the wall and despite everything you could start to wonder why no one of the Stella had come out when they heard the explosion. “I don’t know if or when Bettsy will be here but you won’t be alive to see it” he was tearing on your skirt “However, I will make most of your last moments” he breathed in your ear. You started to feel sick and tried to get away from him but to no avail. When his hand was on your thigh, sliding up and yanking down your panties, you only closed your eyes, trying to focus on a plan to escape. But suddenly his hands were gone and Medusa let out a choking sound. Trembling you pushed him away and opened your eyes. It took you a moment to register what was going on. You were not alone anymore, no, Camillo was held by a man who was choking him with a wire or something. And when you saw him it was clear what was going on; Spock was fulfilling his promise to kill them.

“Spock” you shouted, scared to no end. His face looked like murder and somehow you knew that if you did nothing, Camillo would die at his hands. And of course you now also knew the reason for the explosion. “Stop it”

“Run” he only said “Take Bettsy, the parking lot down the street, and run”

“No! You’ll kill him”

“He deserves nothing else”

“But you can’t! There are other ways!”

“Moments ago, he has tried to do the same to you”

“But you’re better than him. Please” you looked at him and finally, your husband relaxed and let go of Camillo, who started coughing while you slowly went closer to Spock.

“Go. Leave”

“Not without you” you said, placing a hand on his arm. For the first time since he was here you noticed his outfit and it made you swallow hard. A black turtle-neck sweater, black cargo pants and heavy looking boots, black too of course. When Camillo tried to get back up, Spock removed your hand from his body and kicked the Romulano in the face, probably breaking his nose, judging by all the blood. You didn’t think twice and wrapped your arms around Spock from behind, asking him to come with you.

“Not yet. We have to take him with us”

“Then come” you let go of him and pulled on his sweater. He took out a car key and tossed it at you.

“Get to the grey Volkswagen Van at the parking space at the end of the street and open it” you gave a nod and started jogging away, throwing back a glance to check what Spock was doing. To your relief, he grabbed Medusa under the armpits and started dragging him away. Before you even left the parking space of the Stella, someone ran into you and brought you to the ground. You gasped in pain while you were pulled back up.

“Watch out” you muttered and tried to get away but to no avail. When you looked at the person, you swallowed. It was one of Camillo’s men, the one that had come to meet you behind the bathroom of the café last time. “You. Let me go, you motherfucker!” you tried to kick his shin but it didn’t impress him.

“Where is your husband?”

“Where is who?”

“Don’t think I’m stupid, (Y/N)” he took out a gun and held it to the side of your head “I know there’s no Bettsy”

“Since when do you know that?”

“I realized it too late”

“(Y/N)” you heard Spock and he came running towards you without Medusa. The man behind you yanked you up a little, probably that your husband saw the gun against your head.

“Drop your weapons. And then hands behind your head” wordlessly but with a very angry face, Spock dropped two knives, a piece of rope and a gun before putting his hands at the back of his head. You managed to slowly shake your head a little before the man behind you tore you closer to your husband.

“Let her go. You wanted me from the beginning”

“I’m not the one to decide what happens to her. Get away from your stuff and go on your knees”

“Spock don’t” you whimpered but he complied anyways

“Release her” Spock demanded

“I know you well enough that you’d be back on your feet the second she’s away from me. So no thanks”

“If anything happens to her you will regret this”

“How that? Maybe you should have killed me years ago when you had the chance” you let out a surprised sound “Oh yes, (Y/N), we two know each other. And had your husband not been such a pacifist, you’d have escaped today”

“At least he’s better than you” you spat “He has a heart, unlike you. But after what you did today he will kill you anyways”

“If that’s supposed to be a threat it doesn’t work. Spock, why don’t you use the time you got left to tell her about us?” he only looked into your direction with a look in his eyes that made shivers run down your spine and you couldn’t understand how the Romulano couldn’t take it serious. “No? Fine, I’ll tell her. I’m sure you know what happened to his family, right?”

“You were there” you concluded

“Yes, I was. Though your darling husband didn’t know it back then or I wouldn’t be alive now. I think it’s time to tell you secret, Spock”

Taglist: @love-wanderlust15 @softsapphic-softdom @softsapphicideals @ chenellearose @poemfreak306 @sukeraa

#spock #spock x reader #spock x you #spock imagine #spock series #mafia au #mobster au #mob au

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indecentpause · 2 years

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Last Line Tag

I was cleaning out my email and came across a couple tags from August WHOOPS but better late than never?? tagged by @oh-no-another-idea to find knife, want, hurdle, and particular. thank! from The Most Beautiful Puzzle, and as I do, any words I don’t have I will replace with something that my brain says is related

cw: a LOT of panic attacks, implied stalking

knife sharp:

You don’t have to ask who ‘him’ is. You can’t swallow. Your throat and chest burn with hot panic.

“Okay,” you say, soft, like if you agree to this stupid game you can stop and go home.

“His officer confronted him and he ran off. She was already out of the car and he was on foot, so she chased after him. She doesn’t know if he has a weapon, but if he does, he hasn’t pulled it yet.”

You want to bury your face in your hands but you have to keep driving. Quick, gasping inhale, hot, sharp exhale. Oh god oh god you’re going to start hyperventilating–

“When you say in our area, where do you mean?”

Josselin is quiet for a moment.

“Josselin!” you shout, and you immediately hate yourself when he shrinks into a little ball and pulls away.

want:

“We’re at Josselin’s friend’s. The Police Inspector.”

A long pause. “Well, I guess if you’re going to be anywhere, that’s the best place to be. Do you need me to meet you there?”

“No. Stay at home. I just wanted you to know. So you and your parents can be safe. Keep an eye out, okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” Danny says softly, almost bewildered, like he’s confused why you’re so worried about him when you should be worried about yourself. “Take care of yourself, okay? Call or text me in the morning. Mom and Dad are really worried, too. I understand if you don’t want to leave the house right now, but we all want to see you, even if it’s just a video call.”

hurdle jump:

“[Pascal] used to repair airplanes. To put himself through college as best he could.”

You take the last bite of bread that the Inspector left behind and pop it in your mouth. You ask around it, “What does he do?”

“That’s a good question,” Josselin laughs. Familiar jumps up on the empty chair and onto the table. He puts her back on the floor and says, “Oh, no, I’m not letting Dona see you on the table. He’ll flip if you rub your grimy little paws all over it.”

Familiar meows softly. The other two join her, winding around the table and chairs, afraid to be too far away in a strange place.

“I know he works with NASA,” Josselin continues. “Remotely, obviously. He does math stuff. Calculations and things. He’s working on some design team for upcoming rovers and cameras and things too, but I don’t know much about that. I love hearing him talk about it, because you can see in his face how excited he gets and how much he loves it. But he uses a lot of specialized language I don’t really understand.”

You nod. Yet another completely unassuming person who happens to be way smarter than you.

particular:

Josselin’s sobs quickly spiral out of control, and soon, he’s so loud people can probably hear him in the street.

“Josselin?” you urge gently. What the hell is happening? “Josselin, are you hurt?”

It takes a few moments, but finally, he nods, and without waiting for an invitation, you sit down beside him and try to lean into his view without touching him. You don’t want to upset him more.

“Where are you hurt?” you continue.

He shakes his head wildly and lets out a particularly loud gasp, wiping at his nose with the back of his wrist. “I’m okay,” he sobs.

“You’re not, and it’s okay not to be okay,” you say. “Can I touch your shoulder or would that make it worse?”

And before you can weasel an answer out of him, he collapses against you, nearly crawling into your lap. For just a moment, you freeze, but he’s so upset, and you’re the only one here, and he’s your friend. So you take the edges of the weighted blanket and wrap it around both of you. Josselin curls up as much as he can, burying his face in your shirt as he continues to cry.

tagging @helathorloki @ilickedanenvelopeandilikedit @lanawritesalittle @muddshadow to find sky, round, still, and long!

(I found you all on one of those tumblr-curated ‘tag me’ lists, if you don’t want to reply that’s fine, and please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged again)

#writeblr #tag games #last line tag #writeblr tag games #excerpt #josselin clearwater #meara ryanne #danny yazdi #familiar #the most beautiful puzzle #sheraton academy #sheraton academy au #see post body for warnings #they talk like they're in therapy because they've been in therapy all their lives lol

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crying-over-cartoons · 2 months

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Ben's First Kiss (With the Ground)

Sliding downhill on an ice block is a great way to go sledding in summer- that is, until Ben loses his grip, and maybe a few teeth.

(Canon-divergent of s4e6 of the 2005 show)

(CW: blood & injury, doctors, dentists, hospitals, surgery)

this fic is based off a true story, from when i was about twelve. i was sledding in actual snow, though. i still have scarring on my gums!

(also, i only just started watching Alien Force. no spoilers, please!)

Also on AO3

XLR8 shrieked with laughter as he flew down the hill, the wind whipping past. Who needs snow to go sledding? He thought. A block of ice works just as well!

He whooped as he crested the lower hill, his momentum carrying him into the air. "This is AWESOME!" he yelled.

But his fun was cut short by the sound of the watch deactivating. Within seconds, he went from speed-demon XLR8 to regular human Ben.

And without XLR8's claws, he lost his grip on the ice block. He cried out as he tumbled through the air, on a collision course with the ground.

"Ben!" Grandpa called. But he was too far away to do anything.

Ben's eyes snapped shut, and he hit the ground face-first.

-=-

When Ben opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a small rock laying in the grass. Man, good thing I didn't hit that, he thought.

Then he saw the blood.

Then the pain hit.

He screamed as his entire face was engulfed in flame. Hot blood pooled in his mouth and dribbled onto the grass, and he gagged at the taste.

He stumbled to his feet, trying to find Grandpa- there were suddenly a lot of people here. He could barely see through the tears streaming down his face, and he ran through the crowd until he spotted a familiar Hawaiian shirt.

"G'wa'pa!" he cried, running towards him. Grandpa caught his shoulders before he could run into him and knelt in front of him. "Ben, what's wrong? What's hurt?"

Sobbing, Ben opened his mouth, pointing at it. Grandpa tried to move his upper lip, but stopped when Ben cried out and shoved his arm away. "C'mon Ben, let's get you in the Rustbucket." He kept an arm around Ben's shoulder as they walked. Ben hid his face in Grandpa's shirt, unable to stop crying. "You're gonna be okay, Ben, I promise."

But the words weren't doing much to make him feel better. Sharp pain lanced through his gums with every beat of his heart, and he was drooling blood all over Grandpa's shirt. And, Gwen had seen the whole thing. Both him wiping out and then crying like a baby over it.

Now his face was burning with both pain and embarrassment.

Once they were inside the Rustbucket, Grandpa pulled Ben towards the sink and took a cup from the cupboard. He filled it with water and handed it to Ben. "Here, rinse your mouth out. I don't want you swallowing any blood."

With shaking hands, Ben attempted to do as he was told, but the cool water made the pain flare, and he ended up coughing water and blood all over the inside of the sink. He went light-headed at the sight.

He was breathing too fast. His chest was starting to hurt. But he couldn't slow down.

Grandpa took the cup from his hand and put it on the counter. He knelt down again and pulled Ben into a hug. "You're okay, Ben. Deep breaths, you'll be fine. Deep breaths."

Deep breaths. I can do that, Ben thought. He began to calm down, raising his arms to return the hug.

Once Ben was in control of his breathing again, Grandpa stood and fetched an ice pack from the freezer. He wrapped it in an old dish towel, and handed it to Ben, who pressed it gingerly against his face. "This should help with the pain. Now you go ahead and sit down, I'm gonna drive us to the hospital."

Ben sat at the table, watching Grandpa walk to the driver's seat with wide eyes. Hospital?

He'd gotten hurt a lot over the course of the summer so far. So had Gwen. But never anything worse than a bad bruise, or a few scrapes.

Grandpa had been hospitalized, once- and he'd turned out okay. But Ben couldn't remember the last time he'd been to a doctor for anything other than a checkup.

He must be really hurt.

Gwen sat down in the seat opposite him, and pulled out her laptop. Ben hid his face in his knees- he was starting to panic again, and Grandpa was too busy driving to calm him down this time. His body trembled with sobs as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

"Hey Ben, check this out."

Ben looked over his knees to see that Gwen had turned her computer around to face him, playing a video showcasing a snake enclosure, complete with a six-foot-long boa constrictor. He watched the owner feed the snake a giant frozen-thawed rat, before glancing at Gwen.

Ben had loved snakes (and pretty much all reptiles) his entire life. He thought the way they ate was super cool, but he knew Gwen thought it was a little gross. She didn't like seeing the dead mice and rats, which was why he made a point to try and show her pictures or videos of snakes eating every time he found a new one. When they were six years old, he'd caught a wild garter snake and shoved it in Gwen's face, just to hear her scream. She'd chased him around the entire park threatening to pull his hair out.

And now, four years later, she was willingly visiting a snake blog for him because she knew they were his favourite animal. She wanted to make him feel better.

And it was working- he couldn't seem to stop crying, but even as his gums throbbed and the ice pack became stained with blood, he felt less panicked, and his sobs calmed to tears and sniffles.

They arrived at the hospital only a few minutes later. Grandpa held his hand as the three of them walked in.

He spent most of the visit clinging to Grandpa's shirt, in too much pain to even speak. Gwen was there too, and Ben knew it was just because Grandpa didn't want to leave her alone in the Rustbucket right now, but he was silently grateful anyway.

The doctor looked inside his mouth and asked a few questions. Gwen answered any that Ben couldn't answer by pointing, and the doctor told Grandpa that he most likely needed dental surgery. They couldn't perform the procedure at the general hospital, but there was a dentist's office nearby that could. He gave them the address, and wished them luck.

The trip to the dentist's office was even worse than the trip to the doctor. The adrenaline had long since faded, leaving Ben to bear the full force of the pain. Not to mention, it was getting late, and Ben was exhausted. Not even fun facts about green anacondas and American alligators could make him feel better, but he couldn't fault Gwen for trying.

When they arrived at the dentist's office, it was dark out. The streetlights blocked any stars from view, leaving the sky looking like a black sheet.

Gwen had to wait in the lobby this time, while Grandpa followed Ben and the dentist to a room with a giant x-ray machine. Somehow, Grandpa managed to sweet-talk the dentist into ignoring the unremovable metal watch, and she only had Ben take off his belt before he laid down on the table. She gave Grandpa copies of the images, who told Ben he wouldn't get to see them until he was feeling better, which Ben thought was very unfair.

After taking the x-rays, the dentist brought them to the operating room. She had Ben sit down in the dental chair, and explained what she was going to do- though most of it flew over Ben's head.

He wouldn't normally describe himself as afraid of doctors or dentists- but a check-up or getting your teeth cleaned was way different from getting surgery. The darkness of the windows and the shine of fluorescent lights on pointy metal objects did little to settle Ben's nerves.

He was less than thrilled to discover they'd be putting braces on him- though he was happy to get to choose the colour of the bands. He picked a bright green that matched the watch.

He held Grandpa's hand tightly as the big chair leaned backwards. A mask was placed gently over his face, and he fell asleep.

-=-

After the surgery, he woke up, feeling hazy, but free of pain. Grandpa was carrying him, and he could see Gwen walking alongside. Grandpa had changed his shirt at some point- it looked exactly the same, but without the bloodstains.

When they got inside the Rustbucket, Grandpa set him down at the table, leaning him against the wall so he wouldn't fall over.

"Good news, you get to keep all your teeth!" Grandpa said. "And to make sure it stays that way, the dentist said soft foods only for a few weeks, so I'm gonna make us some soup for dinner."

If Ben was a little more awake, he would probably have been overjoyed to be eating normal food. As it was, he couldn't even really taste the soup through whatever numbing medication he'd been given, but he could tell it was warm, and that was good enough for him.

After dinner, he climbed into bed, and fell asleep near instantly.

-=-

Of course, having to spend the next few weeks living off of soup and baby food was utterly miserable. At the very least, the x-rays were just as cool as he'd hoped.

And somehow, Gwen's new nickname of "Braceface" didn't upset him nearly as much as it once would have.

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i've decided that it's my life's work to make Ben comprehend mortality. today, i do that by putting him through the worst experience of my life.

#b10 #b10 ben #b10 grandpa max #b10 gwen #ben 10 #crying over writing #fanfic #fanfiction #blood #injury #hospital #doctor #dentist #surgery

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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The Way It Was

Summary: Dennis has a bad day and takes it out on you.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, yelling/shouting, a now insecure reader, hurt/comfort, Dennis being a meany because of a bad day, poor communication skills, Dennis gets reminded of what his life was like before, fluff eventually.

Word count: I have no idea, I wrote this on my phone

A/N: So! This was unexpected! And I've decided to make this a little 2 parter! I'm currently working on part 2, I'll have it up by tomorrow. I felt like these two needed a little drama, don't you think?? I think so. 😈 p.s. I named this after The Killers song "The Way It Was" and I just want to say that I love that band.

Part 2

Dennis was stressed out at work, a member of his division quit so the already bulky workload nearly doubled while they looked for a replacement. Your anniversary was coming up and he wanted to plan the perfect date but all the restaurants he wanted to take you to seemed to be booked solid the entire weekend. And, to top it all off, he spilled old coffee all over himself on the way home from work.

So when he got home, he wasn't in the best of moods, and for some reason your soft smile didn't make it better. He needed space, some time to himself to decompress from everything. You were too cheerful for him to deal with right now, and the last thing he wanted was for you to dump everything that happened to you on to him. When you wrapped your arms around him while you told him about something funny that you saw on the way to his place— he just snapped.

"Jesus— would you stop?! Please!" He boomed suddenly, pulling himself from your grasp and taking a few steps away from you. "I don't want to hear about whatever happened to you, right now, ok? I don't care. I don't want you hanging off my fucking arm, it's too fucking much, all the time! Just leave me alone!"

You flinch when he shouts, jumping back as he continues to yell and put some distance between the two of you. Standing still, you listen to him get it out. You knew he was in a bad mood when he got home, you didn't know it was this bad. You can barely fight back the tears that want to well up in your eyes, but you do. You had a knack for holding things like that in.

"Alright, um," you say softly and scratch the back of your neck, you feel embarrassed for having been so clingy. You really should learn how to read the room better. "I'm sorry I overstepped, I didn't know. I'll, uh, be more mindful of that in the future. But I'll get going, let you have some time to yourself."

Dennis feels like an asshole the minute he stopped yelling. He was already having a bad day, and your smile quickly disappearing as he yelled at you made it worse. The way your voice was so serious and oddly small made his heart sink into his stomach. He wants to apologize immediately, but, of course, his words seem to die on his tongue. You take his silence as your que to grab your things and head for the door.

"I'll see you later, Dennis," you call softly on your way towards the door. Once the door shuts with a gentle click, Dennis wants to cry, he wants to chase after you and apologize— but instead he's glued to his spot in the kitchen.

Your drive home was quiet, your only focus was getting home before you sobbed at the next longest red light. Thankfully you made it to the safety of your home still intact. Sending him a quick "made it home" text, you settle into bed early. The words Dennis said on repeat in your mind. He had a right to be upset, you knew that, but it didn't lessen the pain in your chest. Eventually, you cry yourself to sleep for the first time in a long time.

Dennis on the other hand, couldn't sleep a wink. The guilt was eating him alive, everytime he shut his eyes he saw the lightheartedness drained from your eyes and slowly be replaced by a dull pained emotion. And knowing that he was the reason behind it made him sick to his stomach.

He might have gotten an hour's worth of sleep when he heard his alarm going off. He groaned and rubbed his eyes as he got up. He pulled himself out of bed and went on about his normal routine, except there was no "good morning, handsome" texts from you. No "did you get enough sleep" texts. No "I had a weird dream" texts. It was dead quiet, and there was nearly nothing of yours to be found in his apartment. He was alone like he wanted. And for the first time in nearly a year, Dennis was reminded of what his life was like before you.

And that terrified him.

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of suicidal thoughts, fluff, insane behavior, nsfw, noncon! Dubcon!, murder, stalking, abusive behavior, yandere!Bakugou, cursing, blood, lowkey kinda slow burn (meaning the beginning is a little boring BUT IT GETS GOOD I SWEAR😭)

Ep. Warnings: Angst, hitting, cursing, stalking, kidnapping, murder

Summary: It’s been awhile since you’ve left him. Two months actually but it was two months too long. Katsuki was slowly going insane and I guess you could say he officially has because he’s officially snapped. You become his main target, his number one priority, his entire being even though you’re trying to leave him. But Katsuki won’t let you. You’re his..and in the words of Bakugou Katsuki..you always will be.

A/N: ....I made it a yandere story y’all. OH SHI-

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Twitch, twitch, twitch. That’s all Katsuki’s body been doing. Either his eyes or his fingers, his body is uncomfortably moving. Shit doesn’t feel right for him. And he knows exactly why. You left him.

The first week was horrible. All Katsuki did was cry. He even kept his destroyed home in shambles because he couldn’t find the motivation to do anything. If it wasn’t for Kirishima, Katsuki would have starved himself to death. The second week was just as bad. Nothing but a crying baby being taken care of by his best friend.

The third week is when Katsuki become a drunkard. He made Kirishima and the boys of the Bakusquad constantly take him out whenever. As long as the place served alcohol, he would go. He would go and drink himself to sleep. While he was intoxicated he would cry about how he misses you and how he was a terrible husband. He always said you deserved better but he was too in love with you to let you go. The 4th week was pretty much the same.

After a whole month without you, Katsuki threw himself into depression. For the entirety of the second month, he locked himself within the walls of his home. Thankfully, it was now considered a home environment once again after his dear friends cleaned the place up for him. Katsuki stayed inside all day, drank his soul away every night, and sobbed constantly. Constantly regretting how he neglected you, how he mistreated you, and how he hurt you. He doesn’t even know how he even brought himself to do that. Even though he’s been alone for almost 2 months, he still had hope that you would come back. That things would go back to normal and he would be a better husband to you, just like he promised.

Katsuki felt himself going mad and slipping away, but what pulled the trigger was what Kirishima brought to him on the 6th week.

—

Flashback

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

Katsuki looked down at the papers in his hands. Kirishima had walked in with a nervous and sad look on his face when he gave Katsuki the papers you had the red head deliver. “Sorry man...”

Katsuki shook as he stared at the divorce papers with wide eyes. He saw you already signed it and all the paper needed was his signature. His face grew dark as something in his mind snapped. Katsuki turned to his friend and instructed him to get out of his home.

“What? Man are you alright?” Kirishima said. He walked to his best friend and when he reached a hand out for him, Katsuki pulled on his arm and pushed him out the door. He slammed it shut and locked it as he looked at the papers.

A scary smile grew on the man’s face. His eyes grew crazy as he laughed maniacally. Hysterically. As if what he held was the most hilarious thing in the world. His palms began to spark as he used his quirk to destroyed the papers. The quick blast made his hair floof around a bit and when it was over, a pile of ashes lay at his feet.

“She-....she thinks she can leave me?” Bakugou began to walk to the framed picture on the coffee table. He picked up the picture of you both on your last anniversary and ran his finger over the image of you. “Poor Princess....you can’t leave me. You need me. Just as much as I need you. I mean..hehe...look at what I mess I’ve been. I can only assume you must be worse. But it’s okay, love...I’ll find you soon enough..and I’ll help you feel better,” he walked to his bedroom and layed down on the soft mattress as he held the frame close to his chest as he stared sinisterly at the ceiling, “and we’ll never be apart again.”

—

The 7th week was when it began. Katsuki took some time off of work. He was gonna be too busy for hero work. He had something much more important to do. He had to bring you home.

Katsuki spent the 7th week looking for information on you. He was up 24/7 reading all he can, talking to as many people as he can, and doing all the digging he could until he found you. Unfortunately for him but luckily for you, he found nothing. It pissed him off. How could you have completely erased your existence? Did you just go into hiding or was he not searching hard enough.

This time, the luck switched. Katsuki was just walking to the store when he looked to the far side and saw you in a cab. He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t mistaken but after a good glance and taking a picture for confirmation, he knew it was you. His body almost betrayed him as he almost went in to run after you but luckily his brain stopped him. He had to think. Katsuki hid in an alleyway nearby as he watched you from the side. When the driver continued down the road, that’s when he began to follow you. He used his hero training and quirk to keep up with the car. He followed you for miles until the cab finally stopped at some hotel. He watched you walk in and decided this was far enough.

He knew where you were now. He could wait a little longer before snatching you up. If he did it now in broad daylight, chaos would break out. He had to wait for the perfect moment to get you back. He was okay with waiting. He knew where you’ve been staying, how to get there, and knew what time you got back from wherever that cab picked you up. And then it hit him. The cab.

Katsuki went back to look at the picture he took of you in the cab and checked the license plate. With this information, he went home to find where the vehicle was.

Katsuki busted the door open to his home and ran straight to his in-home office. He went to log onto his work laptop that he used for hero work. The laptop contained the tools and websites that would allow him to find the cab. He finally reached the site he was looking for and went back to the picture. There, he typed in the license plate number.

“よ 57-342” he whispered aloud. Finally, he located the vehicle and went to find it. Katsuki followed the location until he found the house where the driver stayed. He waited in hiding, hoping someone would come out and hoped that the someone would be the driver. He waited and waited until finally, after almost 2 hours of waiting, a man came out. Katsuki quickly pulled up the picture and made sure it was the same person who was driving you, and to his luck, it was.

He quickly ran to the driver before he could get into the cab and pulled him into a dark corner. He slammed the man up against the wall and pulled up a picture of you. “Listen! You dropped this girl off at a hotel, I need to know where you picked her up! Tell me! Now!”

“W-whoa!” The driver exclaimed as he took notice of Katsuki’s identity. “Y-you’re Dynamight!”

Katsuki sucked his teeth at the fact that this guy knew who he was but then again, he wasn’t surprised. He was the number 2 hero after all. “Yeah! I am! Now tell me where you picked up my wife you dog-faced loser!” He screamed.

“Y-you’re wife??” The man looked at the picture and recognized you and the name you gave him. “Oh! M-Miss Y/N! Yes! Uh-..uh- I- she- I- ..I picked her up from a gym!” The man exclaimed.

“What gym?! Tell me!!!” Bakugou shouted at the man.

“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know if I can! She- she said she got divorced so how can I trust you’re her husband?!” The man shouted in fear.

“Are you calling me a liar?! I’m a fucking pro-hero! Why would I pull some bullshit like that! Tell me where my wife was! What?! Gym?!” Bakugou screamed once more. In fear, the man gave Katsuki the information he needed.

“Hosu Gym!” The man shook and Bakugou stared for a minute to scare the poor guy before dropping him to the ground. As he walked away, the man spoke up once more. “D-Dynamight, sir. I-If miss Y/N doesn’t want to see you..and you’re forcing information out of people..I’ll have to tell the authorities..sir.”

“You’re not gonna do a damn thing. You hear me?!” The pro screamed. Bakugou side eyed the man as he watched the driver get up from the ground.

“Sir. From the small conversation we had in the car, Miss Y/N said she was divorced-“

“We aren’t divorced!!” Bakugou said as he made a random explosion to intimidate the man. “We are still together, and she is still my wife, and none of this is any of your business!” Bakugou began to walk away but heard the driver grumble something under his breath that triggered something in his brain.

“I can see why she left a crazed man like you...” the driver mumbled. Katsuki quickly snapped his body to face the man and jumped on him. His burning hand found it’s way around the man’s neck and began to squeeze.

“The hell did you say?! You’re gonna wish you never said that you fucking fool, cuz now those are gonna be your last words!” Bakugou said before he activated an explosion and killed the man. Katsuki took deep breaths before realizing what he did and for some reason, he felt no remorse. And he knows why.

“That idiot should’ve known better than to talk about me and Y/N like that...s’his own fault he died.” Bakugou said before walking away from the gruesome scene. He acted like nothing happened as he made his way to Hosu Gym. He just needed to know what time your got there and when. Then, he could finally go home before continuing his plan for the next day.

—

The blonde decided to wait for some time before he went into the building. It was getting dark and so the gym would be closing soon. He waited and waited until finally, the place was empty. Empty except for the man who worked at the front desk.

Katsuki slipped in right before closing and hid himself in the locker room. He waited 10 minutes before going out and finding the one employee he saw. After exploring the area, Katsuki found the man sitting on a bench. He snuck up behind him, and pounced. He covered the man’s mouth as he tugged him into the back room. Once inside, The blonde threw the man in and locked the door to prevent anyone getting in or out.

“W-What is going on? D-Dynamight, what is happening?” The employee asked in fear. He assumed a threat was going on or some trouble was taking place outside of the gym. He had no idea the trouble was standing right in front of him.

“I need you to tell me when this lady came in.” Bakugou said and pulled up a picture of you. The man looked at the picture and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize-“

“YOU WILL! This woman came in here today and I need to know what time! TELL ME!” Bakugou screamed as he lit sparks in his palm. The man shook in fear at the hero’s booming voice and began to look harder. After a minute, he finally spoke.

“I- I remember. She came in hours ago! Sometime around 12 to 2!” The man said in hopes the yelling would stop. It didn’t.

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! There’s a huge space in between! I need to know exactly what time she came in! Don’t you morons have a sign in?!” Bakugou screamed.

“We do! We do sir!” The man nodded his head in fear. Bakugou huffed before walking over to him and dragging him by his collar to seat him on the chair in front of the computer.

“Then get into your data base and FIND MY WIFE!” The blonde screamed. The worker nodded frantically before getting right into it. Bakugou watched his every move and the computer. He kept a sparkling hand right next to the man’s head to keep him intimidated as he worked. Eventually, Bakugou saw your profile picture on the screen when the man scrolled down. “Stop. Her. Check what time she came in.”

The man read the drafts and spoke. “1:30 p.m.”

Bakugou nodded before walking to the door and unlocking it. He turned to the trembling man and gave a quick warning with a sinister smile. “If I ever find out that you told anybody, even your own damn friends or family, about what happened tonight, I won’t hesitate to come back and kill you. Am I clear?”

The man gave a quick and jittery “y-yes sir!” As he watched the pro-hero leave the room. Once Bakugou was gone, the man let out a breath of relief and allowed the few tears he was holding back to fall. Bakugou Katsuki definitely struck fear into those of the lives he met.

With this simple information, Bakugou smirked as he walked out the gym doors. He knows where you live, what gym you go to, what day you go, and what time you arrive. You were always a very punctual person. You had a schedule and you followed it through and through. He completely trusted the fact that when he came back here next week, he would be sure to see you. All he had to do now was wait 7 days.

—

7 days have passed and Katsuki was waiting for your presence in the gym. After finding out you arrived at 1:30, he showed up almost an hour earlier at 12 just in case. He waited and waited for you to show. He was almost out of patience, but after seeing that it was only 1:00, he settled the slightest bit. It wasn’t until he took notice of a familiar figure at the desk.

The man Katsuki had threaten nights ago was shivering and shaking in his boots as he greeted people at the door. He was aware that the pro hero was in the building and after the incident of what went down that night, he was definitely scared for his life. Bakugou began to walk to the man and said man could feel a scary aura coming around. When he turned, he was greeted with the sight of a smirking Katsuki.

“Hey friend,” Bakugou said with his hands in his pockets.

The man jumped at the sound of his voice and his scary presence made his eyes teary. “H-Hello Dynamight.”

“Thought I’d just come by to warn you again. When Y/N walks through those doors, don’t you fucking dare try telling her about me or my presence here. Got that.....” Katsuki said looking down at the man’s name tag. “Hiro Itadori? ‘Cuz if you do, your body goes boom. Understand?”

“Y-Yes Sir!” Hiro said as he looked to the ground with wide eyes as he felt himself break into a cold sweat. Bakugou patted the man’s back, causing him to flinch but when the hero walked away right after, Hiro calmed down. Unfortunately, that only lasted for about a second before you walked in.

“Hello Hiro!” You joyfully said. Your voice reached the ears of your ex-husband. Or more so, your “supposed to be” ex-husband. His ears perked up and he smirked as he hid behind a corner wall, taking the view of you in.

“Y/N.” He whispered to himself. He smiled and a blush bloomed on his porcelain skin as he admired you from afar. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. If anything, your looks seemed to have only gotten better. He watched as the man nervously greeted you and allowed you to go through with your workout. Katsuki smirked as he knew the man gave no hint at him being there, and so he would be able to watch you in peace.

Katsuki wasn’t there to keep tabs on your workout and what exercises you did. He was there just to watch you. Of course, while doing so, he admired you, but he was there to gain selfish intel. He watched you from start to end. Once you finished he followed you to your next location. It was still early and so it was safe to assume you weren’t heading to bed yet. He followed you back to your hotel and waited in another area until you walked out again. Sure enough, you did.

For the rest of the day, Bakugou followed and stalked your every move. He watched where you work, where you spent your free time, he followed you to the new cafe you seemed to enjoy, and then he followed you back to your hotel. Instead of waiting in another area and watching from afar, Bakugou climbed the side of the building and watched you from your hotel balcony through the glass door. He payed attention to your every move and noted what time you went to bed. Satisfied with the day’s revelations, he went back to his own home.

Knowing this information, Katsuki was able to sleep a little more peacefully. For the next few weeks, Katsuki followed this procedure. He became a full time stalker, even going so far as to call out of work for some time to put his full attention in you. He watched you like a hawk. He took note of everywhere you went, where you ate, who you spoke to, and what you did. All of it became engraved into his brain.

Now, Katsuki stood at your balcony for the umpteenth time as he stared at your sleeping form. It was deep into the night and with the moonlight on his back, he found enough courage and craze to open the door. He walked in quietly and shut the door, blocking the chilly air from seeping in to awaken your unconscious state. He approached your bed and crouched down to meet your face.

“Still as perfect as ever,” he whispered as he removed a few strands of hair out of your face. His touch didn’t seem to startle you and Katsuki took it as your body naturally indulging in his familiar touch. He blushed at the feeling of your oh so soft skin as his fingertips grazed your pillowy cheeks. His hand finally cupped the side of your face as his thumb drew circles along your skin. Your head unconsciously nuzzled into his warmth like it used to and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry Teddy Bear...I’ll bring you home soon.”

With that, Katsuki leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your lips. This was the lightest kiss he ever bestowed upon you. The pressure and weight was similar to a feather and the blonde struggled to restrain himself once he came in contact. He craved more but his mind knew better. Reluctantly, he pulled away and removed his hand from your face. He walked away, back to the balcony to take his leave but not before turning to look back at you. “Real soon.”

—

You woke up to a sense of familiarity in your room. Although you were alone, you could’ve sworn there was this chilling presence. It was faint but it was there. Taking in a breath and looking around at your surroundings, you reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.

You did the usual. Got ready, got dressed, had breakfast, and went about your day. You went to the market to picked up a few things and ended up staying much longer than you liked. You walked in during daylight and came out when the sun was setting. You sighed in disappointment.

“Guess I can skip the gym this one time. I might as well get back home, read a book or two..” you went on talking to yourself about your schedule. You walked with the groceries in hand as you enjoyed the scenery on your way back, however, even with the shining sun creating it’s golden hour with a beautiful purple sky, you couldn’t help but feel wary of the stillness in the wind.

—

‘Where the fuck is she?!’ Bakugou thought to himself. He waited at the gym all damn day. He waited and waited to see your beautiful face but you never showed. If he had known that you would’ve skipped out on the gym today he wouldn’t have came here and wasted his time. Today was supposed to be the day. The day you came home.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Bakugou continued with his backup plan. Although it would hurt his soul to bring harm to his precious princess, he reminded himself that he was doing this for her. He’s been so broken for the past months, he could only imagine how destroyed you must be. Hurting you was his way of helping you.

And so, Bakugou made his way to your hotel, where he found himself standing infront of your glass door at your balcony. To his dismay, you weren’t there. He released a huff before climbing down and once again, began to wait. He waited and waited in hiding, constantly on the lookout for you. It’s hard to find you in the city when you don’t follow your daily schedule, but knowing where you currently resided to get your rest made his job much easier.

Finally, after some time, he heard the familiar and comforting sound of your humming voice as you sang a little song to yourself. Bakugou took the sight of you in and blushed at your beauty from afar. He allowed himself to soak in the sound of your pretty voice before making his move. “Sorry Princess.”

—

You finally made it to the hotel. After your long stroll, you couldn’t wait to get some rest. Except, the closer you got, the more tense you became. You could feel the suspenseful aura in the air and your pace soon slowed down. Eventually, you came to a stop as your nerves got the best of you.

“Hello?” You said in the wind. You looked around and saw nothing but the pitch black night illuminated by the street lights and stars.

“Is someone there?” You asked again, turning your head another direction. Nothing but leaves in the wind. You released a sigh and continued your walk but became startled due to the sound of squirrels fighting in the trees.

“Ah!” You screamed and dropped your bag. After taking notice of the two animals going at it, you chuckled to yourself and turned to pick up your bag, unfortunately being startled once again at the sight of shoes in front of you. “AH!”

You jumped back in fear and took a fighting stance before you settled and relax at the sight of your supposed ex-husband. “Bakugou..it’s just you.”

“Mm, nope.” Bakugou said as he bent down to pick up your bag and hand it to you. “It’s Katsuki.”

His words sent your eyes rolling as you took your bag back with a hesistant hand. Something seemed..off.

“Not anymore. Thanks for the help. Bye.” You attempted to walk on to your hotel entrance but his arm stopped you.

“What? That’s it? Thanks? Bye?” Bakugou asked while gently pushing your body back in front of him. “We should talk, Y/N.”

“There’s nothing to talk abou-“

“There is.” Bakugou said with a firm voice, grabbing your full attention. Seeing your doe eyes look at him with caution caused him to settle. Bakugou sighed through his nose and allowed his hands to rest on your waist. “I miss you, Y/N. I want you to come back home.”

You shook your head at the idea and scrunched your eyes as you tried to step out of his hold. “Bakugou..”

“Hear me out, okay? It won’t be like last time, Teddy Bear-“

“You don’t know that-“

“I do. Because I’m going to try harder for you and I’m going to hold onto you and I’m not gonna ruin us for a second time. I still love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” Bakugou sweetly said. You looked at him with the same eyes of caution before you placed your hands over his, giving him a sign of hope.

“I’m sorry, Bakugou,” you said, pulling his hands off of your waist. “I sent divorce papers. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t love you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” Bakugou said with full confidence. Although you pulled his hands away from your waist, you still allowed him to keep a hold on your own hands.

“...I should.” You said looking down. With each word of denial, Bakugou took a step closer, invading your personal space. “You should get going-“

“No, Y/N-“

“Bakugou-“

“Baby. I know you still want me. I know you still love me and I know you’re excited that I’m back. I love you...and you love me. So just admit it.” He said, inches away from your face. You stared in his eyes with a look of longing...and a hint of love. He was right. You did still love him. But after the neglect and harm he’s brought you, you didn’t know if you did want to go back. You didn’t know.

Sensing your hesistation, Bakugou slowly moved in to close the gap between you two. His hands let go off yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His face inched closer to yours and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. Finally, he gently placed his lips upon your own and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something again. His kisses always brought a comforting feeling of butterflies in your stomach and after a second of feeling his warm lips, you kissed him back. Your hands found way around his neck as you pulled him in deeper and you could feel Bakugou smile into the kiss. It was hot and passionate. You were out in the open but for a moment it felt like no one else in the world existed. You would’ve gotten lost in the kiss had it not been for you remembering the situation you were in with the man.

Reluctantly, you gently pushed Bakugou off of you, but he still managed to press his forehead to your own. “Katsuki...you should go home.”

“Not without you.” He softly said. You shook your head as you completely pushed him off of you and gathered your things.

“Please...just go.” You said and began to walk away but Bakugou held onto your arm to stop you from moving any further.

“I’m not leaving without you, Y/N. Come home.” He stated.

“Bakugou! Just leave!” You shouted as you turned to him. When you faced the blonde man, you were shocked to see a crazed smile decorating his face.

“Too bad. I’m not asking Y/N. I’m telling. You’re coming home with me. Tonight.” He said and you scoffed at him with slight fear.

“You’re crazy!” You said and tried to shake his hold off of you, but of course failed.

“About you? Yes.” He said as he pulled you in closer. You squirmed against his hold until he pressed you in his chest and kept you in his grasp. You continued to fight against him but he grabbed your face with one hand to force you to stop and look at him.

“Let me go!”

“Listen! You either come home with me the easy way..or my way.” He warned. You looked at him with fear laced all around your face as you watched his insane side surface. You began to squirm again and fight once more.

“I’m not going!” You spat. Bakugou just released a simple laugh before caressing the side of your face.

“Yes. You are.” With that, the gentle hand on the side of your face formed into a first as he swung and knocked you out. You dropped unconscious in his hold and Bakugou was quick to carry you princess style and walk away, abandoning your groceries on the sidewalk.

“Shoulda listened. Cant believe you forced me to hurt you like that, baby.” Bakugou spoke to your unconscious state as he walked back home through dead city streets. “Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you once we make it back. And then, we’ll never be apart again. I promise.”

—

You awoke to chains being locked on your wrist that were tied against a headboard. You layed on a large mattress in a dark room with a dim light. As you looked around, you recognized the familiar place. The place you used to make love for hours with your ex-husband. The place where movie dates and cuddle sessions were a must. The place you locked yourself in before leaving your last relationship. Katsuki’s bedroom.

You tried to jump out of bed but the restraints pulled you back down. You tried to scream and only muffled sounds could be heard. Katsuki taped your mouth shut. You tried using your quirk but it didn’t work. You looked to your restraints and saw the cuffs he used to hold you were quirk restraining cuffs. With nothing else to do, you tossed and turned in the bed as you allowed the muffled sounds to be as loud as they could. Eventually, the ruckus you were making brought the attention of your captor. Katsuki Bakugou.

Hearing all the noise, Bakugou busted opened the door to be met with your frustrated and teary eyes. You glared at him as he smirked at your locked up state. He took the opportunity to walk up to you and caress your face.

“I’m so sorry I had to hit you baby,” he said leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “But you left me with no choice. All you had to do was come home on your own free will and I wouldn’t have had to do all that.”

You began to tremble with anger and fear as you stared up at the man. Your teary eyes challenged his insane rubies as he sat on the side of the bed.

“How does it feel to be back? Hm?” He asked, ripping off the tape. You groaned at the pain and grew sick as you saw Bakugou pervertedly lick his lips at the sound. You leaned back and huffed with heavy breath before answering him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You screamed. He only looked at you in confusion as another sinister smile took place on his lips.

“Why would I do that, Teddy Bear?” He asked, allowing his thumb to create sweet and soft circles on your cheek.

“I don’t want you anymore Katsuki! I don’t want to be with you!” Bakugou merely raised a brow at your words and continued to listen. “You burned me-“

*SMACK*

You looked at the man in front of you with fear and shock written on your face. Your cheek stung as your face now turned to the side but Bakugou quickly changed that by taking you by your chin to make you face him and wrapped a hand around your neck, chocking you. You gasped for air as Bakugou’s smirk became replaced with a frown and his brows became pointed.

“How dare you?! You’re asking what’s wrong with me but what the hell is wrong with you?! You left me, for months, Y/N. I was heartbroken. I was basically dead with you gone. I did you a fucking favor bringing you back. If I was so fucked, I can only imagine how horrible you must’ve been feeling. You’re lucky I came and save you. Saved us. And now, we can be happy again.” He explained.

“K-...Katsuki-..p-please!” You forced out, trying to beg for air.

“SHUT UP! I saved you, Y/N. So don’t even try to mention the little accident that happened so long ago, baby. Now you can forgive me. And don’t worry..I’m ready to listen to all the apologies you surely have for me...even if I have to choke them out of you.” He seethed with his hand tightening. Your eyes began to pop as the blood flow began to fill your face. Your eyes turned red as you struggled for air.

“I-...I-I’m..K-Katsuki! ...I’m sorry!” You shouted as best as you could. Luckily for you, the second you did, Bakugou’s hand lost its grip and simply rested on your neck. You choked and coughed as you relished in the sweet taste of oxygen. He smiled and leaned down to give your lips a sweet peck to shut you up and tapped your cheek before he walked to the door. Before leaving, he turned around to look at you and give you your official welcome back.

“I’m glad you’re home, baby. Can’t believe you really tried leaving. You’re mine, Y/N. And you always will be....don’t forget it.”

He slammed the door shut, walking away from the room with a smile. And you?

You cried.

A/N: Back by popular demand, we have part 2 to “What Have I Done.” How was it? In my opinion the beginning SUCKED! But I promise it’ll get better! The story will focus on Y/N and Bakugou’s new lives now so stay tuned and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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what’s my name? [daddy]

Stepdad Osamu x Cis!Fem reader

WARNINGS: cheating, pseudoincest (stepdad/daughter), spanking, age gap (Osamu’s in his thirties and reader is freshly 18), daddy kink, spit kink, breeding kink

2.8k words. unbeta’d and vaguely edited

part one || part two || part three

“I can walk,” you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder. It’s your last year of high school, you’re an adult now, freshly eighteen, you can walk yourself to school, damn it.

“Let me drive ya,” Osamu says, grabbing the keys to his car. “Ya won’t let me make ya lunch anymore, let me at least drive ya to school. We can stop and get breakfast.”

“I can walk, Osamu,” you say, glaring at the older man.

Osamu stops dead in his tracks. “What was that? What did ya just call me?”

You scoff, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “You’re not my dad and I’m not a kid anymore.”

You grab the door handle but before you can open it, Osamu has you spun around, facing him. His face is dark and the grip he has on your wrist is bruising.

“O-Osamu, you’re hurting me,” you whimper, trying, and failing, to pull your wrist from his iron grip.

“There ya go again,” he says. He tuts and shakes his head. “Go sit on the couch. I have to make a few calls real quick.”

His tone leaves no room for argument, so you walk across the living room with all the shame of a scolded puppy.

Osamu is already speaking by the time you sit on the soft couch.

“Hi, this is Miya Osamu, Hanamiya Y/n’s father. She’s feeling a little under the weather today, so she won’t be able to make it in.” Osamu says. He pauses for a moment. “I’ll be around to pick her work up sometimes this afternoon, thank ya. Ya have a good day.”

Before you can speak, Osamu is calling another number.

“Hey, it’s Osamu. Y/n is sick today, so I need ya to watch over the restaurant. Call if there’s an emergency,” Osamu says. He hangs up quickly, and dials yet another number. “Hey, {mother’s name}, Y/n is feeling a bit bad so I’m going to stay home with her today.” He pauses. “It’s no problem, stay at work. If she gets worse I’ll take her to the doctor.” You can barely hear your mother on the other side of the phone, but you hear her small ‘I love you’. “Yeah, I’ll see ya after work.”

Hearing him so clearly dismiss your mother has you seething. You almost want to throw something at him as he hangs up.

“You’re such a dick,” you say as he walks towards you. “You don’t care about her at all. Fuck you.”

Osamu laughs as he sits in the chair next to the couch you’re on. “Fuck me? Oh, no, little girl. I’m gonna make ya regret those words. Come here.”

“Fuck you,” you repeat, crossing your arms.

“I’ll give ya until the count of three,” Osamu says. “One.” You don’t move. His face darkens. “Two. I’m not kidding, little girl. Come here. Now.”

His voice is more serious than you’ve ever heard it. A shiver runs up your spine as you stand without a second thought. You take a few steps until you’re standing directly in front of him.

“Good girl,” he praises. The words roll off his tongue like honey, and, unwittingly, your pussy throbs. “Now, bend over my lap.”

You nearly laugh. “No way, there’s no way. I’m not a child.”

“One.”

You’re bent over his lap before he gets to two.

“See, ya can listen,” Osamu says. His hand runs over your too short school skirt, flattening it down.

Your cheeks burn with humiliation. You can’t remember the last time anyone had you bent over their lap, much less Osamu, who preferred other punishments.

“Osamu, please, I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He lands a heavy hit across your ass, his large hand catching both cheeks.

You let out a loud cry as you jerk forward.

“That again,” Osamu says, shaking his head. “Ya know that hurts my feelings, little girl? Calling me by my name? Like I didn’t raise ya. Now, tell me why ya decided to hurt daddy’s feelings like that?”

Tears burn at your eyes. “I-I hate you!” You cry, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Osamu tuts and lands another heavy handed slap on your ass. “And why is that, little girl? Tell daddy what’s wrong.” He rubs your burning bum soothingly.

“Y-you’re mean to mom!” You sob. “An-and I hate you for it, Miya Osamu!”

Two consecutive slaps land on either cheek and you hiccup a sob.

“That’s where yer wrong, baby girl,” Osamu says, once again rubbing soothing circles on your bum. “Me an’ yer mom had an agreement. It’s not my fault if she gets her feelin’s hurt. She hasn’t said anything to me about it.”

You open your mouth to speak but cry out instead as Osamu spanks you three more times in quick succession.

“An’ anyway, that’s adult business,” Osamu adds. “No place for a little girl’s nose.”

“Osamu, it hurts,” you whine, squirming around on his lap. You freeze when you feel something hard poking against your stomach.

“There we go again,” Osamu sighs. He spanks you no less than five times, each harder than the last. Your body shakes from your sobs.

“Daddy, please!” You cry, tears and snot covering your face. “Please, I’m sorry!”

“There we go,” Osamu says, smiling widely. “That’s my good girl. What’s my name, again, sweetheart?”

“Daddy,” you whimper, sniffling. You rub your face with your sleeve as Osamu rearranges your body so you’re straddling his thighs.

“Daddy’s sorry for spanking ya, sweetheart. I know how my little girl gets sometimes,” he says, hugging you to his broad chest. “Ya get so bratty, daddy just can’t help himself.”

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you sniffle. You can’t help be be acutely aware of Osamu’s hard erection pressing against your sore ass. “D-Daddy, your...”

“What is it, baby girl?” Osamu asks, gently pulling you down, pressing his cock further into your plush ass.

You hiss in pain. “It-it hurts,” you moan.

Truth be told, it hurt so good. Each slap against your ass had your pussy clenching around nothing and now that you knew Osamu was clearly turned on... well it was making your heart beat faster.

“Want daddy to make ya feel better?” Osamu asks. He thrusts his hips smoothly, grinding his cock against your pussy.

You think about your mom. How heartbroken she would be if she found out about this and how your relationship would never be the same.

Osamu’s lips attach to the base of your neck and thoughts of your mother melt away.

“Daddy,” you moan, rolling your hips to feel more of him. “Daddy, please, I wanna feel better.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Osamu mumbled against your skin. “Daddy’s gonna make ya feel better, okay? Daddy’s gonna make everything better.”

Osamu lifts you easily. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he carries you to your room. You try not to think of the bedroom right across from yours that he shares with your mother.

Osamu tosses you on your bed and you immediately reach out for him.

“Wan’ you,” you whine, your hands grabbing at nothing.

Osamu pulls his shirt off and tosses it across the room before climbing on top of you.

“My little girl is so needy for daddy’s cock, eh?” Osamu asks, rocking his hips against yours. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair.

“Daddy, want your cock so bad,” you moan. He pulls back, drawing a long whine from your lips.

“Stop whining,” he orders. Long fingers come up to your shirt buttons, nimble as they unbutton each pearly white button, exposing the peach-coloured bra you were wearing.

Your cheeks burn, suddenly wishing you’d chosen matching underwear this morning, or at least something more mature.

“So cute,” Osamu coos, throwing your shirt away. “Yer so adorable, baby girl.” Osamu pushes your bra up over your breasts and leans down. He gently takes your left nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it as he teases the other with his fingers.

“Daddy,” you moan, clenching your fingers in his hair. He pinches your nipple and grazes his teeth over the other.

“Cute little nipples,” he mumbles, leaning up and tugging on both nipples one last time. He presses a kiss between your breasts and trailed down, leaving soft kisses down your stomach until he reaches the hem of your skirt. He looks up at you.

You nod. “Please, daddy. I-I want you.” Osamu makes quick work of your skirt and pink panties.

He kneels between your legs, spreading them wide. “Look at ya, such a pretty pussy.”

Osamu arranged your bodies until he was comfortably facing your cunt. “I could just eat ya up, baby girl.”

“Daddy, I want you to touch me, please!” You cry as he teasingly runs his fingers through your wet folds.

“I am, baby,” he says, smirking wickedly.

“More! Want you to really touch me, daddy!” You say, impatiently bucking your hips up against his hand.

“Settle down, baby,” Osamu says, pushing your hips against the bed with his free hand. “Daddy’ll make ya feel real good, darlin’.”

Before you could say anything, Osamu rubs his thumb in a circle over your clit. Your words get lost in a moan. Your head falls back against your pillow as Osamu leans down. He presses a soft kiss against your inner thigh before wrapping his lips around your clit.

“Samu!” You cry, back arching off the bed as he inserted a single, long finger in your cunt, all the while suckling at your clit.

He landed a sharp slap to your thigh without pulling away. He adds another finger roughly.

“What’s my name, little girl?” He asks. He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly.

“Daddy,” you whimper as he licks deep into your cunt.

“Good girl,” he praises before leaning back down. He scissors his fingers, slowly stretching your walls. He ate you out in earnest, switching between slurping up your juices and suckling on your clit.

“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you moan, gripping the sheets below you.

“Cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” Osamu says, pulling his fingers out. He rubs figure-8s over your clit and fucks his tongue in and out of your throbbing heat.

“Daddy!” You cry as your orgasm hits you. You cum hard, juices squirting on Osamu's face. He continues rubbing your clit until you start squirming from overstimulation. When he looks up at you, his eyes are dark and his chin is covered with your cum.

“Tastes so good, baby girl,” he says, crawling over you. He grabs your chin and kisses you roughly, not even letting you attempt a fight for dominance.

The taste of yourself on his lips has you thrusting your hips up, eager for more.

“So impatient,” Osamu tuts. He grabs your chin again. “So you’ll take anything daddy gives ya, right, baby girl?”

You nod, desperately waiting for something, anything.

“Open yer mouth,” he orders. Your mouth falls open without a second thought.

You can see Osamu gathering spit in his mouth and you let your tongue loll out in excitement.

“My baby is so desperate,” Osamu coos. “Ya want daddy’s spit that bad, baby?”

You let out a pitiful whine and squeeze his forearm.

You moan when his spit finally hits your tongue. Your eyes close as you savour it for just a moment before swallowing.

“That’s my good girl, swallowing before I even tell ya too,” Osamu praises. “Tell me what ya want, sweetie.”

“I wan’ you,” you whine. You tangle your fingers in the back of his hair and pull him into a brutal, sloppy kiss. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”

Osamu pulls away from you, breathing heavily, lips swollen and eyes dark. He quickly kicks his sweat pants down and off the bed.

“Come on, use yer words,” he says. “What do ya really want, baby?” He uses one hand to trace his cock along your slit, teasing your clit and clenching hole.

“Want your cock in me, daddy,” you say, hooking your right leg around his waist, pulling his hips down to meet yours. “Please, I want it so bad.”

You bite your lip as your eyes burn.

“Aw, is baby gonna cry for daddy’s cock?” Osamu teases. He pushes the fat head of his cock past your folds. You moan loudly.

“Please,” you moan. “Want more.”

Osamu pulls your right leg up and over his shoulder and inches his cock in your wet heat. He moans lowly.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby girl,” he says. Your eyes water as his fat cock burns as he slowly stretches your walls out. “Fuck, look how well yer taking me, baby.”

You glance down to where your skin melds together. You let out a low whine once you realise he’s barely halfway in.

“More, more,” you whimper, rolling your hips up. Every movement has him hitting another spot in you that has you clenching around him.

“Gonna take it all? Gonna be my good girl and take my cock?” He grunts as he pushes deeper. By the time he bottoms out, the head of his cock is pressing against your cervix and your thighs are shaking from the stretch.

“Oh, daddy,” you sigh as he stills. He’s stretching you in a way no one has before, and the burn just adds to the pleasure.

“Yer so fuckin’ full of me,” Osamu says, marvelling at the bulge in your lower stomach. He presses down on it lightly. He moans. “Gonna fill ya up real good, baby. Gonna make ya swollen with my seed.”

“Move,” you moan. “Want you to fill me up, daddy.”

Osamu pulls out slowly. He tosses your other leg over his shoulder and grabs your hips tightly.

“Oh, baby, yer not ready for me,” Osamu smirks. Before you can ask what he means, his hips pound against your ass, his cock going even deeper than before. A moan rips from your lips.

“Daddy!” You call, digging your nails into his shoulders.

Osamu doesn’t slow as his fingers meet your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small circles. Your walls clench around him as your first orgasm hits you suddenly.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum on daddy’s cock,” Osamu says. His hips and fingers don’t slow down as you gush around his cock. His pace seems that much more brutal with your overstimulation.

“Hurts,” you choke out. Your thighs tremble as Osamu continues his bruising pace.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “Yer such a good girl for me, darling.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as another orgasm racks your body.

Osamu’s eyes roll back as your walls milk his cock.

“Good girl,” Osamu rumbled. “Creaming around my cock so well.”

You cry as Osamu speeds up.

“S-so good, daddy,” you sob as he grabs your legs and spreads them wide. You cry harder as he fucks into your cervix. “Fill me up, please, daddy! Want you to breed me!”

“‘m gonna fuck ya so full of my cum,” Osamu grunts, pounding into you slower and deeper. “Gonna knock ya up. Ya want daddy to get you pregnant, huh? Wanna be swollen with daddy’s seed?” You nearly bite your tongue nodding.

“Want your cum, daddy,” you whine as your legs start to ache. A high-pitched whine fills the room as you cum yet again.

“Fuck,” Osamu swears, his pace speeding up again. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”

His cock twitches inside you.

“Please, daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, breed me! Want your baby. Want your cum, need your cum! Please, fill me up, daddy!” You babble uncontrollably as Osamu’s hips stutter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu moans as he paints your insides white.

One last orgasm hits you as you milk his cock.

“Daddy,” you breathe as his cum fills you up. “So good.”

“Yer such a good girl, sweetheart,” Osamu says. He pulls out slowly.

“No, no,” you whine, clenching around nothing. “Want you to stay in me. Don’t wanna lose daddy’s cum.”

“It’s okay, baby, daddy’ll fill ya up over and over again,” Osamu says. He moves until his arms are wrapped tightly around you and you’re laid across his chest.

He hums with satisfaction as you trace your fingers across his chest.

“Ya were such a good girl, darling. Took my cock so well,” Osamu praised. “Yer daddy’s best girl.”

“Better than your other girls?” You ask.

“Yer the only girl I care about, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “I love ya, little girl.”

“I love you, too, daddy,” you mumble. You yawn.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep, baby,” Osamu says. He easily carries you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub as he starts the water.

You frown as you catch sight of your mother’s robe and reality hits you.

“Oh, god,” you whisper. You look down at Osamu’s cum leaking out all over your thighs. “Oh my god.”

“What is it, sweetie?” Osamu asks.

“I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, covering your mouth. “Mom’s gonna hate me.”

Oh, she’s really going to hate you in three months, when a small bump forms between your hips and you refuse to admit who the father is. Osamu’s smug face whenever it’s mentioned doesn’t miss you.

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hotch-stufff · 3 years

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hiii 47 and 7 for angst hotch

i love ur writing btw <3

Drunk

gif by hoe-tchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: mentions of abuse, stalking, and death, past abusive relationships, normal criminal minds things, angst, crying, pining, but a fluffy ending

Promtps: Angst #7 "Are you drunk?", Angst #47 "You flinched"

Author's Note: Thank you so much <3, hope you enjoy reading!!

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In hindsight, it probably wasn’ the best idea to get drunk at a bar. Especially alone. But you weren’t exactly thinking straight when you had stepped off the jet after a long case. And it had been a LONG case. Nearly a week of going through the same evidence over and over again scouring for a lead. Finally finding a lead, and coming to a dead end.

The eventual lead that you did catch, led to the unsub already standing over her next victim’s body. At least you got a full confession. But you had been the one that had found the unsub. If that wasn’t enough, this case had already been hitting way too close to home.

A woman was murdering victims of domestic abuse to “save them” because her mom was never “saved” from her father’s abuse. She had grown up watching it. Her victims had all had y/h/c hair, with y/e/c eyes. The same height as you, same style, just overall very similar. The only difference the team saw had been that you were never abused. At least that was what your file had said.

You had been able to keep it on the low for as long as you had been at the BAU. But you were terrified one of them would figure it out. That you would flinch at the wrong time, or you would do something to give it away.

You had gotten lucky and no one seemed suspicious. You ended up hiding in the back of the jet, curled up. No one bothered you. They all assumed that the case had just hit you harder. The one thing you hadn’t known though was that Hotch had been keeping a very close eye on you.

You two had become close, and would often hang out at each other's apartments. Spending tjme just talking about nothing and everything for hours. He had quickly become one of your best friends. You always went to him when you were upset.

But tonight, you just needed to get away.

Which is how you found yourself in this bar, downing your fifth drink. In the back of your mind, you knew that you wouldn't be able to drive home, or even walk without tripping over your own feet. You needed to call someone, and your drunk self called Hotch. While the phone rang you checked the time. 3 am. He was going to kill you.

“Hotchner.” You giggled drunkenly at his formal response.

“Why so serious bossman?” He recognized your voice immediately.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

“M’great. Havin a blast.” You slurred.

“Are you drunk?” He asked and you giggled again.

“Mayyybe.” You slurred, concerning Hotch even more.

"Where are you?”

“Mabel's I think. But let me tell you. I think you need to come get me because there is no way m’drivin home.” He huffed as you heard noise coming from the phone.

“I'm on my way, stay there!” But you hung up. You were so excited to see him. Truth was you had definitely developed a crush for the man. Telling him that was going to be difficult, mainly because of your past, but also because he was your boss, and about 12 years older than you.

You waited for about 10 minutes before you heard the door ring as it opened and Hotch ran inside, frantically searching around. He found you and was quickly at your side.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You nodded sleepily. You always did get sleepy after your sixth drink. He gave you a concerned glance before reaching for your arm. You flinched slightly, but Hotch didn’t say anything about it. He picked you up because there was no way that you could walk, and carried you out to his car.

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He had said once on the road. You lazily watched out the window as buildings went by.

“M’kay.” You mumbled. Hotch sent you another concerned glance. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Usually when a case hit you hard, you would spend the night talking with him. He had been surprised when you hadn't shown up at his apartment. Even more shocked when you had called him drunk. He cared about you and it hurt him to see you like this.

Soon he found himself pulling into his driveway. He parked and quickly ran to your side of the car to help you out. He opened your door, and reached his hand over to unbuckle you when suddenly you shifted back. Your arms came up as if to block a blow and a whimper escaped your lips.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise!” You let out, sounding much more sober now. Hotch stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

“Y/n, it’s me, can you hear me, its Aaron?” You moved your arms from your face, peeking out wide eyed. You pulled your arms the rest of the way down.

“Sorry Hotch. That was just, um, that w-was-” But he cut you off.

“You flinched.” He paused looking at the tears in your eyes, realizing that he needed to get you inside before you broke down in the car. “C’mon, let's go inside.” You bowed your head and nodded.

“Okay.” You said softly. He helped you out of his car slowly, and walked you up to his apartment. Once there, you plopped on his couch, sobering up for the conversation you knew was going to happen. He walked in the room, a glass of water in hand. He handed it to you, sitting next to you. he waited a few moments before beginning the inevitable conversation.

“Y/n, why did you flinch?” He asked hesitantly. He didn't want to push you, but he was concerned and he wanted to know. So you told him. Every detail, every heartbreaking moment. The bruises, the scars, the hospital trips. Everything. The reports, the disbelief, the arrest, the divorce. Then the even worse parts. The escape, the stalking, the attack, the death. Every little thing. You could feel the tears falling down your face as you spoke about your ex-husband.

Hotch sat as he watched the beautiful woman sitting in front of him break down. He didn't know any of this, none of it was in your file. He knew that Strauss had to know though, because you never would have been accepted without background checks and psych evals.

His heart broke a little more every time you shared another detail. On one side it felt so nice to get it off your chest. On the other hand, it was weird opening up to Hotch like this. He was seeing so much more of you than you had ever allowed anyone since your husband. He sat in silence once you finished speaking.

“Y/n. I'm so sorry. You never should have had to go through that.” And the tears came even faster, until they were silent sobs. Hotch, well he was more Aaron in that moment, brought you into his arms holding you tight, bringing you a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. It’s okay to cry.”He silently whispered into your hair. You looked up at him then, sighing softly at the beautiful man before you.

“Thank you Aaron.” He loved the way his name sounded coming from your lips. But before he could tell you, he looked down to find you asleep in his arms. And that's how he stayed until morning.

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The next morning you awoke to a strange bed, with strange sheets, in a strange room. But one sniff and all you could smell was Hotch’s cologne. You soon recognized that there was a warm body behind your own, an arm wrapped around your middle.

You almost didn't remember what happened last night, but once you did, you began to panic. What if he hated you? What if he was disgusted by you? He probably had just pitied you.

He must have felt you shift, because he was waking up. His arm tightened around you, and he leaned up looking you in the eyes. He saw your panic and was alert rather quickly for someone who had just woken up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly, eyes scanning you frantically.

“You must be disgusted with me.” You paused taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry Hotch. I ruined your night and then cried all over you with my pathetic life story. And you probably just pitied me. I'm sorry.” He shook his head.

“Y/n, look at me.” You looked into his eyes. “I am and never will be disgusted by you. I am amazed by you. You are so strong and beautiful and you never deserved a thing that disgusting man did to you. I don’t pity you, not at all. All of this has just made me fall more in love with you than I already was.” You looked at him wide eyed.

“You love me?” He leaned a little closer.

“Of course I do. It's impossible not to.” You dared closer still as he moved a piece of hair from your face. The loving gesture warming your heart.

“Thank you. For everything. I love you too Aaron.” And he sealed your lips. It was intimate and explosive at the same time. And in the most cliche way, fireworks exploded as you kissed him.

You moved together passionately. Your noses bumped ever so slightly as he kissed you deeper than you had ever been kissed. He was an amazing kisser, to say the least. He broke away a moment later, smiling down at you.

“Give me a chance to show you what real love is, what it's supposed to be.” You nodded.

“Of course Aaron.” And you kissed him again, sliding your hands around his neck into his hair. It was the happiest you had been in a very long time.

So in hindsight, maybe getting drunk wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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I’m in a certain mood and I’ve had this simmering in the back of my head for a bit now so idk, enjoy? Shoutout to @raphaelsrightarm for inspiring me with their wonderful piece involving the purple boy himself as well.

Moments after a near death experience

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

TW: Blood, Violence, NSFW themes

He takes you up through the fire escape, it’s autopilot to be honest, because there’s still a slight ringing in his ears and you haven’t stopped shaking since he picked you up.

He forces the window open (he’ll fix it later) and gently pushes you in through it. You climb in and can’t seem to move when you stay on the floor, there’s blood caked onto your forearms, wounds aren’t even that bad.

Nothing truly compares to the damage Donatello is sporting.

His gear and bostaff clatter onto the hardwood floor and it’s the first time that he exhales since this whole ordeal. Bruises and cuts protest and there’s a trickle of blood trying to make its way into his eyeball. It dawns on him that his glasses didn’t make it when he feels that he’s squinted slightly more than usual. His bruised hands reach for you and he hauls you up onto your feet.

“Ar-Are you okay?” He feels the inside of his cheek, bitten down and cut from accidentally chomping down during a punch. You’re still shaking, it dissipates at the sound of his voice, Donnie’s words bring you back to right now and he’s running his hand across your face and sweaty hair.

He’s touching you.

Donnie blinks. All things considered, if that gang attack had gone differently, that wouldn’t be the case.

You’re warm, he’s touching you, you’re eyes find his own, he’s touching you.

There isn’t much hesitation, he’s leaning down enough to crash his lips to yours, it stings and hurts but he doesn’t care...

Because he’s touching you.

So much could’ve gone bad, so much could’ve gone worse but the mere contact of his lips to yours reminds him that all this isn’t for naught. He’s so focused on kissing you, molding his lips, pecking the corners of your mouth, your chin, your jaw.

You find yourself back in this moment, the texture of his hands grounding you and urging you. He’s here, he’s here with you and he’s kissing life into you quite literally so. You hold the back of his neck, nails digging into his scales, there’s blood there but it’s not his for there isn’t a wound. Feeling him engulf you in a hug, he picks you up and holds you against him. He’s been kissing you desperately, unsatisfied that he can’t keep his lips on you at all times. When Donnie feels your thighs clutching against his waist, when he feels your hands yank his mask off and try to unclip his suspenders; he becomes frantic.

A frantic need to feel just more than your life on his lips, but to feel everything of you surrounding him. He’s kicking off his boots, not caring that his ankle protest this hard movement, he leans back enough to help you tear at your shirt and cast elsewhere with his own belongings. He squats down with you and his strength never seizes to amaze you. You pull the blanket off the couch just as Donnie gives a firm shove to the coffee table. It’s a makeshift nest, just so your back doesn’t connect with the hard floor.

There’s more desperate kissing. More ‘I love you’s’ scattered against one another’s battered flesh. Donnie isn’t soft about it, he catches your wince when he rips down your jeans, sees bruises at your knee caps that he’ll kiss and heal himself but right now he want to consume you.

And you want him to consume you.

You’re breathing hard and fast and grabbing at him as he tries to push down his pants. His lips find a path from your navel to your neck, you smell of sweat and copper and something so very you that it guts him.

Because he gets to smell that, smell you, be wrapped up in all of you. Your eyes are watery from the stress of wanting him, nails digging in your haste to pull him closer. He rips your bra down the middle, casting the fabric to the side and rubs his face against the mounds, he exhales shakily. You feel those perfect hands cup your breasts, knead into the soft flesh and a moan filled with so much need uttered against your left breast it makes you arch up. Donnie sucks wantonly at your nipples, each one getting the proper amount of dedication, he feels the texture against his lips and tongue and the very fact that he gets to makes him unbearably hard.

Your hands find the edges of his shell, you scratch and rub and caress until he’s churring with a mouthful of your tit. “-in me please, please” Your mouth is dry, legs spread for him as you try to push his face away from your breast and towards your mouth again. With another unceremonious yank your underwear joins the rest of the clothes in the disarray of the living room. You’re lucky you’re wet because Donnie just thrusts in without warning, he feels heat and wetness and that choked gasp of a sound you make whenever he enters you. His hands nestle into you hair, fingertips at your scalp as he cradles your head. A whine escapes him on that secondary thrust, hard enough to make you grab onto him, any part of his. His arms, his sides, his thighs.

Just anything.

He’s so much bigger than you, sometimes all you can see or feel are those hard plates that make up his plastron, the texture feels so familiar in a time like this, against your cheek, lips to them and fingers working through. Donnie isn’t satisfied with how he holds you, he wants more, wants to inhale you and keep you inside of him forever. He settles for burying his face in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your rear when you lift your legs to better accommodate him. He rocks into you with slow but harsh thrust, his own thoughts to consume, conquer and copulate.

You wrap an arm around the back of his neck, the other onto his shell, you let him drive into you with every pent of need, greedily taking that energy for your own desire. Donnie stretches you so good, he fills you up almost maddening so, so deeply it could almost hurt but nothing compares to it. Tonight could’ve gone so differently, instead you’ve got him buried inside of you fucking away the fear of loss.

“Fuckin’...” He groans with a harsh thrust. “Love you!” His fingers dig into the plush skin of your rear, he’s rubbing against your clit so perfectly in this position. Feeling your walls give him a tight squeeze, he picks up the pace for the first time since he started and you’ve forgotten how to breath all over again. “Iloveyousomuch!” You moan out in a jumbled heap, you crane your neck, wheezing from the heat and feel of your approaching orgasm. Both your moans rise, yours consistent, his with every drive of his hips.

It’s desperate, dizzying, it hits you both at the same time without warning but the moment you tighten so stiffly and Donnie buries himself so much he’s glued to your navel, it’s chaos. You cry out, actual tears forming from the intensity and Donnie is so lost in how you milk him for every drop he continues to give small rough stutters to empty himself fully. There’s an awful cramp in your calf and toes, and every bruise from tonight throbs painfully but your insides are so warm with him, your pussy is full with him. Donnie’s sharp intake of breath makes him cough, as he trembles against you, he’s honest to god shaking much like he had during his first time with you.

You’re so overwhelmed you press your face to his shoulder and bite down, trying to suppress more tears.

But Donnie can feel it, and he’s telling you ‘it’s ok it’s ok it’s ok’ and let’s you sob against him. He holds you and kisses your cheeks and promises you...

That it’s going to be alright.

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skiyoosmi · 3 years

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post-break up heartaches

verse 1. in the car that used to drive us to our home

⤷ kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru — more characters coming soon

⤷ verse 2 | verse 3

⤷ play. never let me go by ghostly kisses, forget about us by clinton kane

commissions: open

⇢ KUROO sighs for the umpteenth time of the day. he was so fucking exhausted and his body's about to give in to sleep any moment now. work has been beating his ass; there was this newbie who kept on messing up the documents needed by the board and for the whole day, he had to be the one to fix said issues. it's not like he wasn't paid enough for that; if anything, his paycheck was one of the most beautiful things he laid his eyes on— but god, even his body has its own limits and yet...

"ya.... yer not supposed to do this anymore. y-ya left me, remember?" you slurred, index finger pointing right at his chest as he circled his arms around your waist, huffing as you practically dropped all your weight on him. here he was, suddenly given the task of having to take you home after your supposed-to-be designated driver, miya fucking atsumu, also drank his brains out with you.

"be patient. still heartbroken because of you, y'know?" kenma softly tells him despite the tipsy feeling lurking in the back of his mind, shaking his head as he looked at you, whose system finally shut down and were now dozing off in the black haired man's arms.

"..... still?" he mumbles, looking down at your figure and he feels his heart contract with pain all over again.

"you can't expect her to be fine immediately, kuroo. it was your wedding day, supposed to be the greatest day of her life and yet it became the worst one... you left her at the altar alone."

he didn't reply anything— or rather, he was unable to. because what can he say to refute the truth? nothing. instead, he proceeded to his car with you still in his hold. he places you on the passenger seat, locking the seatbelts before jogging to the driver's side.

the car ride was calm as you slept soundly with your head occasionally hitting the window lightly as it swayed from side to side. he was sure as hell that if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even have the thought of seeing him cross your mind. he just knows for sure that you despise him with your whole being... at least, that's what he thought until...

"i'm sorry, tetsu. please come back," you whimper in your seat, voice quiet but he heard it nonetheless, "tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it."

the pitiful sounds and mumbles you made struck kuroo right in the heart and which makes him pull over an empty but safe road, just a block away from your (previously shared) apartment. looking over your form, he finds himself reaching out to touch your face, caressing your cheeks as drops of tears fell down slowly on them, "you didn't do anything wrong. you were fine. you were so perfect."

you squint your eyes at him, probably wondering if this was real or just a part of your drunken imagination. nonetheless, you hiccuped, "y-you... you left me and i... i still can't even bring myself to hate you... i just wanna ask you why? i just want to understand."

he thought he also knew the reason why but every single time he thinks about it, he's only led to one conclusion: because he was a coward. no way was this any of your fault— it's definitely not your fault that right at that moment, as he stared at the mirror, wearing the black suit you chose for him, the sudden fear of commitment loomed over him. it's not like it was your fault he suddenly got scared of losing you the way his parents lost each other. but now he thinks it's ironic, because he lost you anyway.

maybe... just maybe, if he had just met you where you stood at the altar, instead of leaving you alone in it, maybe he would've been happier. maybe his days would've started more with a smile from you as you helped him fix his necktie before going to work. maybe, the working hours he spends in the shitty corporate world would've been more worth it if it meant he can come home to you at the end of the day. maybe... maybe he wouldn't have to be stuck with this lump in his throat as he wonders what could've been happening if he just chose to show up and vowed his life to you.

but he didn't.

"i realized i wasn't just ready to tie my life with anyone yet. that's all there is to it, yn."

so with a heavy feeling stuck in his chest and a quiet promise to never see you again for the sake of not hurting you further, he starts the car's engine again, ignoring the words you replied but he was sure they will haunt him for a very long time... again.

i can wait for you no matter how long it takes, tetsu, you know that.

⇢ OIKAWA gives you what seems like a guilty smile as he stands in front of you, opening his arms and gesturing you to come closer. but the stoic expression on your face takes him back to the reality that the last thing you wanted to do today was to actually fetch him from the airport. it just so happens that his three best friends were caught up with work that they had no choice but to send you, the main ex-bestfriend slash ex-girlfriend, to him.

why did you agree when you practically loathe him with your whole being? well, it was probably because you weren't the devil who would reject your friends when they were literally on their knees as they begged you and for some reason, you thought he'll look pitiful going back to his home country after five years with no one to welcome him. yeah, that's it. it's not like you're still in love with him or anything.

"my car's just around the corner," you begrudgingly walk towards the car park with him quietly following. at the moment, he knew better than to get on your nerves or else there would be war. he hates that this happened to the both of you but he can't blame anyone else but himself. because who wouldn't hate their ex-boyfriend if they suddenly broke up with them over a phone call?

tension filled the car as you both sat beside each other. perhaps, this was what other people were talking about when they say that it's impossible for exes to be friends again, to not feel any awkwardness because you were sure as hell that the word "awkward" was an understatement of your situation right now. nevertheless, your eyes couldn't help but wander to his figure as he adjusted his body, opting for a more comfortable position in the passenger's seat.

he looked more youthful and you felt bittersweet— proud that his whole aura screams of "success" which meant that gone were the days where he longed to get that winter cup trophy, nor the times when he overworked himself and put a strain on his knee which led to countless arguments with you. if anything, he looked happier and it sucks because you're not even close to feeling that way... not without him.

"i heard you've finally gotten yourself your own condominium? that's great, yn!" he exclaimed as soon as you began driving to your destination, a hope lit within him that maybe you might just respond to him. just one smile, that's all i need, he thinks.

but you remain focused on your driving, choosing to reply with a single nod and a soft "yeah..."

disappointment fills his heart as he faces the truth that your relationship has really been ruined, along with your friendship. all because he was foolish to think that he couldn't handle the physical distance between you two. realization dawns upon him that he just made that same distance worse as you pull your heart further away from him.

"... i actually bought it for the two of us, you know?" he whips his head to your direction in surprise, heart clenching as he watch you let out a sad chuckle, "i just... i thought it would be nice if we had a place to permanently stay at and for you to have a home to go to when you're at japan. but yeah... i guess things doesn't go our way sometimes, does it?"

"i'm sor—"

"it's okay. i'm fine now," you quickly reply, shaking your head but keeping your eyes on the road. he tries to ignore the tears that start to form in them because he has no right to stop them, knowing full well that he was the one who caused them in the first place.

as if on cue, you halt your vehicle in front of a familiar apartment and much to your dismay, you find yourself looking back in the past when you used to live in that same place, making wonderful memories with the chocolate haired lad with you. you clear your throat to stop the sob that desperately attempts to escape your throat, "uhm... we're here."

"oh, yeah. we're here," he numbly states, already missing you despite the mere inches of space separating the two of you. you just felt so far away and he hates it. but this was the path he chose so he gets out of your car along with his things, turning to you once more, "uhh... thanks for the ride, yn. i know you probably hate me but yeah... it's very nice of you to put that past us and i guess i just want to say sorry for hurting you... i just..."

"i don't hate you, tooru," you softly tell him, "i just don't want anything to do with you anymore. to see you this happy, without me, is like a slap in the face because i'm not. it still hurts and i'm not fine. i just hope this will be the last time we'll see each other. be safe on your trip back to argentina. welcome home."

and with that, you start the car's engine again, no longer having the energy nor the strength to hear his reply. but he wishes you did because as he watches your car drive further away from him, he can't help but wish that he can take back time so that you don't have to go to that condominium and instead, go inside the home you once shared with him.

but i'm not happy, yn. because how could i call this place my home when you're not here with me?

at that moment, unbeknownst to the two hearts that long for each other break at the same time, you finally let out the tears and cries that you've been keeping since you saw him, knowing that no matter how much you try, you'll never be as happy as you were with him— simply because he left you with a hole in your heart that no one else can fill.

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