#the second i clocked in i felt trapped it was awful then i had the most intense feeling of safety crawling into bed when i got home

[atinyslittleworld]

Mingi meeting his newborn baby

newdad!mingi x newmom!reader

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: none

Mingi gripped the steering wheel tightly as he stared at the sea of brake lights ahead. Traffic was at a standstill, and his heart raced with panic. He had been on his way to the hospital, where his girlfriend, Y/N, was in labor with their first child. But now, as he sat trapped in the gridlock, he felt utterly helpless.

Mingi's mind raced with worry. He had been so close to the hospital when he hit the traffic jam, but now it felt like he was miles away. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard, each passing second feeling like an eternity. He knew that every moment counted, and he couldn't bear the thought of missing the birth of his child.

Desperate for any sign of progress, Mingi leaned out of the window and craned his neck to see ahead. But all he could see were rows of cars stretching into the distance. He felt a lump form in his throat, a sense of frustration and fear threatening to overwhelm him.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and Mingi's heart leaped into his throat. It was Y/N. With trembling hands, he answered the call, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y/N? Are you okay? Is the baby coming?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Mingi's heart pounded in his chest. Then, he heard Y/N’s voice, strained but steady. "Mingi, the baby is coming. I need you here."

Mingi's heart sank as he heard the urgency in Y/N’s voice. He knew he had to get to the hospital as quickly as possible, but the traffic showed no signs of moving. Frantically, he looked around, searching for any possible escape route. But the cars were packed in tightly, with no room to maneuver.

Feeling a surge of frustration and desperation, Mingi took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He couldn't give up now. He had to find a way to get to Y/N, no matter what.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Mingi's mind. Without hesitating, he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, stepping out of the car onto the deserted highway. Ignoring the honks and shouts of the other drivers, he began to run.

Mingi sprinted down the side of the road, his heart pounding in his chest. Every muscle in his body screamed with exertion, but he pushed himself forward, driven by the thought of Y/N and their unborn child. He didn't know how far he would have to run or if he would even make it in time, but he couldn't stop now.

After what felt like an eternity, Mingi finally saw the hospital looming in the distance. With a burst of adrenaline, he pushed himself forward, his legs pumping furiously as he raced towards the entrance.

As he burst through the doors of the hospital, he was met by a flurry of activity. Nurses and doctors rushed past him, their voices urgent and their faces tense. Mingi's heart pounded in his chest as he searched for any sign of Y/N.

Finally, he spotted her lying in a hospital bed, her face flushed with effort but her eyes shining with determination. Beside her, a team of doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to help her through labor. Mingi rushed to her side, taking her hand in his and squeezing it tightly.

"I'm here, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with relief. "I'm here."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears of gratitude. "Mingi, you made it."

Mingi nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of his emotions. He stayed by Y/N’s side, offering words of encouragement and support as she labored to bring their child into the world.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, their baby was born—a tiny, perfect miracle cradled in Y/N's arms. Mingi's heart swelled with love and pride as he looked down at their daughter, his eyes shining with tears.

"She's beautiful, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Y/N smiled up at him, her face radiant with happiness. "She's perfect, Mingi. Just like you."

As Mingi leaned in to kiss Y/N’s forehead, he felt a sense of overwhelming gratitude wash over him. Despite the chaos and uncertainty of the past few hours, they had made it through together. And as he looked down at their daughter, he knew that their love was stronger than anything.

In that moment, as he held Y/N’s hand and gazed down at their precious child, Mingi knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be—with his family, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. And as he looked towards the future, he knew that there was nothing they couldn't overcome together.

[myouicieloz]

Nightmares

Huh Yunjin x reader

Synopsis: your friend had told you to talk to someone whenever you had a nightmare, to keep it from coming true. But what happens when it’s the middle of the night and there’s only one specific person to listen to your thoughts?

Warnings: …nightmare description i guess? Nothing too deep though (at least I don’t think so). slight hint of smut maybe…?

Word count: 1.9k

Notes: this is not the first time I publish something, but it is the first time I’ve written something K-pop related, as I’m kind of new into this world and there are still many things I don’t quite know about (I’m working on it tho!). So please be kind and lmk if there are any mistakes or things you’d like me to alter or improve on. (also i didn’t check for any mistakes bc if i reread it I’ll just delete all of it so…)

Water.

It was the only thing you truly felt, lingering all over your skin as the molecules invaded your body without permission. They occupied every single inch of yourself, assaulting your nostrils until it got to your lungs and all you could feel was a sickening burn, slowing crippling through your organs, depriving you of any kind of relief. You tried breathing, but all you got was more water instead. Desperate, your hands found a cold, harsh wall that kept you from the outside world, and no matter how hard you tried pushing and beating onto it, it simply didn’t falter. It was only then you realized: you were trapped inside a frozen lake, without air or any shot of escaping. The glacial waters welcomed your soul as you closed your eyes, finally accepting the lost battle. With one last thought, you sighed, allowing the rest of the waters to finally rest in your lungs, so you could be in peace.

Suddenly, you woke up. The upper-half of your body rose from your bed as you took deep breaths, appreciating the simple act of inhaling and exhaling. It was a gift, you’ve come to the conclusion: sometimes we forget how lucky we are to be able to do the simplest things, such as breathing. Such as living.

Running your hands through your hair and your face, you noticed how drenched in sweat your body was —your pajamas were wet from it. However, you were too busy trying to calm yourself down to do anything about it. Your mind didn’t seem to know it was all a nightmare. Sure, it felt so real… but it wasn’t, so logically there was no reason for you to be so shaken, trembling hands, rapid heart-beating and all. A few minutes went by, and you were still in the same position, not getting any better, so you’ve decided to get some fresh water to cool your thoughts.

You sighed in defeat when you noticed you weren’t going back to sleep so soon, picking up your phone and pushing your covers aside. Careful as to not wake up your roommate, Kazuha, you’ve made your way through the dorm, jumping at the slightest noise.

Now, sitting on the kitchen isle with a glass of water in your hands, you suddenly remembered something your friend, Yeji, had told you long ago. With that in mind, you glanced at the fridge’s clock before sending her a message. 3:28 AM.

Yeji unnie <3

heyy

you up?

Ive j had a rlly awful dream

You sighed when the messages weren’t even delivered, even though it was to be expected; the girls were busy promoting their new song and probably had a busy schedule tomorrow. It was only natural for Yeji to be sleeping, as you should be too. You and the girls have performed on the first shows of the tour, and your schedule is also as busy as ever. However, here you were, sitting at the kitchen counter, hands still trembling and mind replaying the previous nightmare in your head.

“Hey. Is everything ok?” A voice coming from behind startled you, making you jump in your seat and almost fall to your side. Luckily, a pair of hands steadied you, lingering seconds longer to make sure you weren’t going to slip.

You knew who it was without even looking back; her touches were too unique, made you too hot to go unnoticed. Indeed, Yunjin presented herself to you, making her way into the kitchen as she stared in your eyes with worry etched in her face. You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture so you wouldn’t look as fragile as you felt in front of her, at least. You hated looking fragile in front of anyone, let alone… her.

Likewise, you and Yunjin were close, as you were with the rest of the girls. But with her, it was just the way she portrayed herself that got you completely enamored. You’ve lost count of the times the girls teased you for losing focus at rehearsals because of her dancing. The way she was constantly trying to be the kindest version of herself, her passion for music, her care for others... it was hard not to be completely captured by her, truly. Which is why you were always awkward around her, specially when it was just the two of you, alone.

Like now.

“Ahn, no, unnie.” You said automatically, making her raise her eyebrows at you. Clearing your throat, you corrected yourself. “Yes, I meant yes. Everything’s ok. Sorry.”

Obviously, she wasn’t convinced. You drank from your water, trying to calm yourself down, but stopped when her soft hands kept you from drinking all of it in one go.

“Calm down, Y/n. You’ll end up drowning this way.” Her words were meant to be playful, but they reminded you of your nightmare, and suddenly the kitchen felt cramped, and you were there again, with the water making pressure to invade your lungs and the ice barrier and-

“Hey,” Yunjin’s voice was soft as she got closer, reaching out for a hug. “All is good; just breathe with me.” You focused on her face, ever so delicate, following her commands. After a few minutes, you were feeling much calmer. “That’s a good girl.” She praised, as you face the ground in embarrassment.

Taking your hands off her, you muttered. “Thanks, unnie.”

The words got to you, much to your dismay, and you could feel your face growing hot by it. Yunjin noticed it too, chuckling slightly.

“Cute.”

You faced your hands, embarrassed by your turmoil, and the two of you stood in an awkward silence until the sighed, taking the seat beside you.

“So… does this have something to do with Yeji?” She asked, cutting the apple you didn’t see her getting for herself, a cautious tone leaving her lips.

You frowned at the question. Why would yunjin think about Yeji? Seeing your confusion, she tapped on your phone over the balcony, still unlocked at the conversation with your friend. “Sorry for lurking. It’s just… you seemed really frightened, and I couldn’t help but look.”

Your bandmate was embarrassed to be caught, too, and you couldn’t help but giggle. Still, you reached for your phone to lock it; you couldn’t have Yunjin reading the messages you had sent Yeji about her. “It’s okay, unnie. I know you didn’t mean any harm.”

She hummed in response, still eyeing you attentively.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She seems to ponder her words better, as she adds, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. It’s just that you’ve seemed really shaken. You still do, actually.”

Your hands flicker the empty glass nervously, unsure of what to do. You didn’t want Yunjin to think of you as something fragile or weak. Being only a few months older than Kazuha, you always tried your best to not be labeled as a maknae to any of the older girls, always trying to take care of them too, as you knew they needed it. But she was looking at you with such caring eyes, and the whole thing had just felt so real. You sighed in defeat, not quite looking at her face.

“It’s stupid, really. Just a stupid nightmare.” You toyed with your phone, doing anything to not stare at the older girl beside you. “About Yeji-unnie... she’d told me once we have to tell someone about your nightmares, to prevent them from coming true. That’s why I messaged her, but she’s sleeping, for sure.”

Now that the words left your mouth, you felt even sillier. And stupid.

“Well, want to tell me what the nightmare was about?” She asked just as quietly, a faint smile adorning her face. “We can’t have it come true, right?”

She wouldn’t judge you. Never judge you.

Your eyes finally met hers, and you got to look into the beauty that was her almond orbs. You took a deep breath, getting ready to live those moments again. Yunjin listened attentively as you talked, leaning on her hand to have her full attention on you. When you finished, you felt surprisingly lighter, no longer trembling or wanting to cry.

“It’s not stupid.” She said, after you were done talking. Her nose was adorably scrunched, and it made you want to kiss it. Yunjin touched your arms, offering you some comfort. “It sounded really traumatic, actually. I’m glad it was just a nightmare.”

You nodded, secretly relieved yourself, too.

A small breeze went through the room, making you shiver a little, even though you tried your best to suppress it. Yunjin noticed your reaction, and her gaze dropped to your pajamas. You cursed yourself for choosing such a small pair for the night. The fabric was still a little damp, and it partially clung to your chest. You weren’t even wearing any panties, because you’d never bothered to sleep with them on anyway, but you were suddenly hyper aware of it. As she scanned you whole and her eyes darkened, you couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever thought about it too. Of you.

You’ve certainly had thought about her. An embarrassingly amount of times.

“You’ll catch a cold this way, Y/n. It’s cold outside.” Her voice made you feel as as if your body was filled with tiny needles, along with the familiar butterflies in your stomach.

“It bothers me to sleep with too many clothes, unnie. You know it.” You said, not intending to suggest anything, but biting your lips when the words came out of your mouth. It was another habit the girls always teased you for: you’ve often said things with double sense without thinking. Yunjin merely arched her eyebrows, smirking like she knew something.

“I know.”

You got up, forcing yourself to smile at her despite the awkwardness.

“I, ahn, I should go to bed now, we need to sleep. You should too, unnie, we have a busy day tomorrow and I’d hate to see you tired.” Your words brought her attention back, and she returned your smile with her beautiful one, getting up herself.

“Sure, sure, you’re right. Sleep well, Y/n. I hope you have good dreams, this time.” She looked like she wanted to step in and say something else, but decided otherwise.

“I will, unnie.” You’d surely remember how she had comforted you, and there simply wasn’t a possibility to have any nightmares after that.

You two walked the short hallway side by side, and since your room was first, you stepped by the door to bid her goodnight again. She was too close, and it made you weary of how you could see her so clearly, and even kiss you if you wanted to. If only you had the courage. “Thanks again, by the way. For listening and... well, for helping me calm down.”

“It’s nothing, Y/n. Remember I’m just down the hall if you need me, okay?” She was the one who broke the invisible barrier between you, shuffling your hair. She was close, too close as she whispered to you. “Sweet dreams.”

And as she left, you hoped she couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating.

You got back to bed, but no matter how much you tossed and turned, you couldn’t stop replaying the events of earlier in your had. It was so natural, how her presence made everything lighter. Your head was so cluttered with your thoughts you barely registered the weight on your mattress, only realizing you had an extra visitor when she whispered.

“...Y/n?”

[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 34: Paging Mr. Morrow

(Warning, this chapter deals with dark themes such as experimentation. As always, take care and read at your own risk)

Cornelius nervously gave himself one last look over before stepping into the Boss’s office. “Yes, sir. You asked to see me?”

The large gentleman looked up from his work, dark eyes settling on Cornelius. He squinted thoughtfully and stood up, desk chair creaking.

Cornelius silently tensed up when the Boss approached him. He had forgotten just how tall he was. The man loomed over him and held out a massive paw to shake.”

“I’m sorry, are you a new hire? I don’t believe we’ve met. Mister…”

“Morrow.”

“Morrow…?”

“Mister Tom Morrow.”

He put on his best entrepreneur smile, took the gentleman’s hand and gave it a firm shake. Years in business had taught Cornelius much.

“Please pardon me, I had been recently hired, but in all the chaos I hadn’t found the time to properly introduce myself. Is it always this busy?”

The Boss was slightly taken aback, but seemed pleasantly surprised at the ‘new hire.’ He chuckled. “Well I shall hope so! With such a breakthrough I shall hope for more exciting things to come! You should see we just had another one brought in a few hours ago. I was about to go take a look at him, why don’t you come with?”

“I’d love to! Lead the way,” Cornelius responded with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He hoped the Boss didn’t notice his face go pale. They caught someone? Who?

Cornelius didn’t catch anything the Boss was saying, loosely letting himself be guided to the elevator. He noticed the larger man scan a key card on the elevator. It made sense the ‘subjects’ were kept under special access. Didn’t make it any less upsetting, though.

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Gaston gasped as he was pulled from the frigid water, coughing and sputtering and trying to get precious air back in his lungs.

The stopwatch ticked in the scientist’s hand.

“Three minutes and seven seconds. He held for nearly six and a half minutes in lukewarm water. Remarkable times for each test.”

Gaston was pulled from the icy pool. As soon as he was on solid ground, he collapsed on his side, still coughing and hacking to clear his lungs. His wide eyes darted around and his fingers twitched, trying to get feeling back in them.

Cornelius couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The sight of his brother-in-law on the ground, half drowned and clawing at the air made him sick. 

“Quite an incredible specimen, isn’t he? The strongest and most resilient we’ve had,” the Boss chuckled. His eyes carried an awe to them. It reminded Cornelius of the way he himself looked whenever one of his inventions was successful. Only here it looked… wrong. Everything was all wrong. This was wrong.

A wave of shivers wracked Gaston’s body and he curled into himself. Now that he was beginning to breathe alright, he was trying to warm himself. Glooming hatred burned from his eyes as he looked up at the scientist with the stopwatch. She was jotting down results on a clipboard and discussing it with another scientist. 

Cornelius felt anger unlike anything he had ever felt before.

This was his family. His brother-in-law. This man who had played with him and teased him and watched him grow up. He had gone to every one of Cornelius’s talks and presentations, just like the rest of his family. And these people saw him as nothing more than a science experiment. 

His hand twitched. Anger told him to give the Boss a good clock in the face. 

But…

Self control told him otherwise.

You can’t. You’ll give  yourself away. You’d be trapped and nobody would be able to get them out. Besides… That man is twice your size. He’d have you down in the blink of an eye.

Cornelius took a deep breath and calmed himself, unclenching his fist. He forced himself to look away from Gaston, and up at the Boss instead.

“I’m sorry, I’ve lost track of the time and must head back to my station. I was doing some work and don’t want to leave it unattended.”

“Of course. You’re dismissed, Mr. Morrow,” the Boss sent him on his way. “Thank you, sir.” Cornelius nodded and hurried out as quickly as he could without running.

“Mister Tom Morrow…” The Boss puffed his cigarette in thought and went back to watching over the experiments.

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[sarahlizziewrites]

Writing Whispers Challenge

Here's a fun little exercise. This is a piece of writing from when I was 17. I'm going to re-write it over a decade later. Here goes.

Rules: find a few paragraphs of writing from as long ago as you can. Re-write them how you would now.

I'm going to tag @sleepyowlwrites, @words-after-midnight and @sam-glade, and anyone else who is feeling brave enough to share their old-as-balls writing!

2010:

The clock struck four, its toll piercing through the icy winter air and making me jump. The square had been so utterly silent seconds before; the only sound I could hear was my own breathing - it rose up in blooming clouds and dissipated into the air. When I was younger, I had liked to imagine I was a dragon when it was cold enough to do this - it at least kept my mind distracted from the bitter cold that snipped and clawed at my nose; my ears; my fingers. At last I saw her through the thick curtain of snow between us; she had just entered at the opposite side of the square, dressed in rich furs that she had undoubtedly stolen from some aristocrat’s wife. As soon as I spotted her I began to sprint, not caring for my long coat and the snow that was likely to make me trip - I cared not for the cold any longer: as long as she was here, I was happy. I finally reached her, stumbling in the snow as I slowed; I trapped her in a desperate embrace, and placed a kiss upon her frozen lips. In the second her lips touched mine, I was ensconced in a cocoon of heat. Within that warmth I found promise; within Petra I found hope. The cold returned in a sharp sting as we broke apart, leaving me a little breathless.

2023:

The toll of the city clock pierced the winter air, echoing against the snow-covered buildings. Four tolls, for the early hour: the first made me jump, stirring the previously silent square. Each subsequent chime only served to rattle my nerves, and I looked up into the inky sky, blinking into the falling snowflakes, and watching the clouds of my breath rise. Worry bit at me, firmer and more insistent than the cold air that bit at my extremities. Four had been our arranged meeting time, and I had grown reliant on her being early. Even a moment's tardiness could be a omen of her death, or her capture - or perhaps this was the day she would simply disappear, like so many had before her. But when I levelled my gaze again, I spotted her at the opposite side of the square: a small figure wrapped in furs, blurred by the falling snow. My worry evaporated like the moisture from my breath, and at once, my fingers and toes no longer felt the cold; the distance between us felt inconsequential. I began to run across the snow-carpeted square, unheeding of my unsuitable shoes and the long coat I wore, liable to make me trip. She kept her steady walking pace, wrapped in those furs like a vestment - where had she gotten those, anyway? Nearing her, I skidded to a halt on the slick ground. I drew close; the look on her face was wan - haunted, almost - and I vowed to kiss it away. As my lips found hers, every fear that had plagued me in these last few weeks disappeared in a swell of warmth. There was a promise on her lips; hope in the way that her small, ungloved hand came to grab my lapel and pull me towards her. The cold returned in a sharp sting as we broke apart, leaving me a little breathless.

Hey, what can I say? That last line just worked.

This was a blast and a really good exercise. The stuff from 2010 is really not awful, I have to say, but I'm really gratified that I can recraft it into something I'm proud of.

[kellanved-ammanas]

Mayday

Thank you for the request @hanktalkin (From this request event.)

Prompt: I’ve got a request! Would you do something sci-fi with Demo/Soldier? Perhaps one of them answering a distress call on a distant planet

[A/N] Not a distant planet but still a distress call from space so it counts. Bread Space has just been on my mind recently, I guess.

~

Whoever had decided to leave Demo and Soldier alone at base and thus in charge of it was a bloody fool if they thought that was a good idea. The only thing either of them should be trusted to be in charge of was blowing stuff up. Though, it would’ve been a good opportunity for some fun alone time if not for how seriously Soldier took their given duty. He’d set to patrolling the base, banishing Demo to the security office to keep an eye on the cameras and within easy reach of the comms should an emergency occur either here or with any of the others off on contract missions and whatnot that would necessitate communication.

A quick glance at the clock revealed that he hadn’t even been here for much more than an hour yet and he was already bored out of his mind. He set aside the book he’d brought in a vain effort to keep himself entertained as he checked the cameras next. Nothing was on them of course except Soldier doing his patrol route. Demo watched him for a bit but even as much as he cared for Soldier, watching him march around wasn’t particularly entertaining.

He swiveled in his chair, spinning it around and around until he felt dizzy before finally stopping. A bit of scrumpy would really hit the spot right now. But with everyone being away, that left them here at base without proper transport, meaning a run to town to restock on food, or more importantly alcohol, was impossible or at the very least, very inconvenient given the long walk. So he needed to ration what he had, drag it out as long as he could so he wouldn’t be left without any for too long. … He needed it though.

That was the true source of his restlessness. The deep burning need for a drink that was bound to drive him crazy as it grew worse and worse if he sat in it for too long. … Ah, what the heck? Surely he could control himself enough to only drink enough to take the edge off. And if he did get drunk, well, whoever thought leaving him in charge of watch duty with only Soldier to hold him accountable, should’ve known better.

He spun in his chair one last time, stopping it on his second rotation facing the door. Before he could do much more than stand though, the base’s radio comm buzzed to life.

“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!” The unfamiliar voice crackled with static, the radio barely picking it up. Whoever was calling was likely far away.

Demo sat back in the chair, swiveling it to face the mic. “Received,” was all he said before releasing the button. As far as he knew the only people who should have the base’s radio signal were people he knew so he would refrain from identifying himself or anything about the base until he knew more.

“Ah, good … got through. This is … from Moon Base … copy?” The static cutting in and out made some words inaudible but that ‘Moon Base’ had sounded pretty dang clear. Surely there wasn’t actually a base on the moon though… right?

“Copy or whatever. What’s the mayday about?”

“Your … monster is killing … Come take care of it right fucking now or … trouble. Understood?”

Seems this was either a wrong number, a prank, or a trap. How disappointing. Still entertaining enough that Demo wouldn’t walk away yet though. “Nope. I don’t understand. What monster?”

“… very well what I’m talking about it. … came through Conagher’s teleporter meaning it… your base … making it your… Come take care of it!” Whoever this was guy was, was quite mad. And… wasn’t Conagher, Engie’s last name? That and the connection between teleporters and monsters was… interesting. Maybe this was a legit call after all.

“Uh… does this monster happen to look an awful lot like a giant loaf of bread?”

“Yes!”

“Copy that. I’ll get back to you in a moment.” Demo rolled the chair over a bit, putting him in front of the mic that connected to the base’s intercom system. “Hey Solly, I gotta talk to ‘bout something. Meet me in the common room.”

On the monitors, Solider looked up at the camera to give it a thumbs up before turning and marching in the proper direction. Demo got up and started that way himself.

They arrived at about the same time. “Make this fast, cupcake,” Soldier said. “We can’t afford to leave the base un-patrolled for long. The enemy might attack at any moment.” Doubtful but there’d be no convincing him of that.

“Remember, like last week, when we all thought we was gonna die from tumors and you were teleporting bread? Where all did you teleport bread to?”

“Through all the teleporters that were functioning at the time. I teleported our entire supply.”

Demo was tempted to ask why but there probably wasn’t a good answer to that so instead… “Show me.”

Soldier turned and lead way over and into to the room Engie had put all the teleporters in. Most of them were currently inactive as a lot of them had mysteriously broken all at once, making it so that Engie needed to go out and fix them – which was why he’d had to leave base. Why they’d all broken so close together suddenly didn’t seem like such a mystery anymore given what Demo might’ve just learned.

As he looked over the labels though, none of them had anything that could easily be mistaken for ‘Moon Base’ something though. “This all the teleporters?” he asked, turning to look at Soldier standing next to him.

“Nope. There’s some through here too.” He turned and approached a seemingly random part of the rear wall which he somehow managed to open like a door. Engie having a secret room was not the least bit surprising – everyone on the team had their secrets – Soldier knowing about it though was quite shocking indeed.

“How the heck you find this?” Demo asked as they entered.

Soldier shrugged. “It is not well hidden.”

Demo disagreed but didn’t say anything as he scanned the room. It was must smaller than the previous one but like that one, it pretty much only contained teleporters. Five of them in fact, all currently not working. A few of them lacked labels, making them even more mysterious, but of the two that were labeled, one read ‘Moon Base Alpha’. Ah-ha!

There was another bread monster on the other side of that one, rampaging around, killing people. Technically Soldier’s fault but really Engie’s for having a teleporter that apparently lead to a secret base on the moon and not telling anyone about it. What they should do about it, Demo had no idea. He should probably contact Miss Pauling because she’d know what to do. A trip to the moon sounded neat though, even if it would be to kill another bread monster, so hopefully that’d be her proposed solution. First though, he still needed that drink.

[riverstardis]

party pooper:

max and jez waking up in bed together sjskdkfk

it’s alicia’s birthday!

AFSGDHF she asks each of the them separately about the girl they brought home last night because she claims to have heard “noises” coming from their rooms

ethan gives alicia a birthday card in his usual awkward manner and then louise says to alicia “wow he’s got it bad” but alicia’s like “nah i’ve already blown it” and then talks about how she’s enjoying being free and single and ethan overhears :(

he tells cal he’s not going to the party because he and alicia aren’t a good match. noo she didn’t even mean that she’s just trying to protect herself because she thinks she’s blown it with the whole shoe vomiting incident😭😭 also cal that was NOT an invitation for you to swoop in!

alicia didn’t invite lily to her party because of the whole bullying thing but lily asks her about it and she says she didn’t think she’d want to come because it’s a fancy dress party and lily says something about fancy dress just being an excuse for “certain type of girl to dress a certain type of way. like a tart” and that just makes alicia double down like “yep you know me”😭😭

high heel in the chest😬😬

gaynor’s back

skskdkkf even gaynor’s clocked ethan and alicia. though tbf she was trapped down a cave with them like 2 days earlier

LMAO iain says max and jez are like an old married couple and they get so offended

skskdkfk louise saying an idea she’s had for alicia’s party to get every guest to pick a song that says something about her. she’s looking at ethan while she says it oh she’s plotting to show alicia that she hasn’t blown it with him. she’s like “we can start with ethan” and looks like she’s challenging him and alicia looks really excited with this whole idea but ethan just says he’s not sure he’s able to come to the party and her face falls soo hard😭😭

cal says everyone will just pick the same song anyway “girls just wanna have fun” which REALLY upsets her and ethan tries to apologise again and she’s like “it’s fine honestly. do not worry about it.”

it’s like a bloody self fulfilling prophecy isn’t it? ethan’s pulling away because he thinks alicia’s not interested, which she’s taking to mean that he’s not interested, which is causing her to pretend like she’s not bothered, which he’s taking as confirmation that she’s not interested😭 it doesn’t help that they have like opposite insecurities so they both wonder why the other would even be interested in them

ethan noticing gaynor’s memory loss :(

lmaoo elle’s messing with jacob after his clinical nurse manager interview because he’s so nervous but she’s refusing to tell him that she knows he’s got it

aw this scene! ethan tells gaynor that he suspects she has early onset dementia and she’s trying to deny it and he’s trying to convince her to get help but she’s like “you don’t understand” and he goes “i know how difficult this is—“ “you know do you? you know how it feel to suspect that your mind is letting you down, your intellect, and your memory, the things that make you who you are, you know nothing about it!” and he’s like “i do, actually”😢😢

she goes really quiet and asks “what do you mean?” and he says “i have huntington’s. it is fine. when i first found out, it was awful, it felt like a sentence, but now that i’ve accepted it, it’s like a second chance, and i grab every opportunity that life throws at me. gaynor, i cannot imagine going through this without the support of my family, my brother. the sooner you tell daniel—“ HE CANT IMAGINE GOING THROUGH IT WITHOUT THE SUPPORT OF HIS BROTHER BHT THEN CAL DIES SO HE HAS TO AND THEN HE GETS THE CHANCE FOR A NEW FAMILY BUT THEN FENISHA DIES TOO😫😫😫😫😫😫 i would like to have some words with whoever was in charge of this

aw poor gaynor :(

lmaoo jez asking max what exactly happened last night

gaynor doesn’t want to tell her husband because “he deserves a wife, not a patient” :((

aw ethan telling alicia “i suspect early onset dementia” “really? she seemed so well today” “yeah, yeah there’s a lot going on that you wouldn’t know just by looking” he’s definitely talking about himself as well as gaynor there :( and he looks really down about it but alicia doesn’t notice “appearances can be deceptive” “something like that, yeah” then she finally looks at him properly and realises he looks upset and asks if he’s sure he’s okay but he shakes it off pretty quickly and says it’s just been a long day.

this is what i was saying in the previous ep with gaynor as well but it’s so weird how they kept having alicia seem to notice that ethan was reacting quite strongly to all this but then nothing ever comes of it???

alicia asks ethan “how do people see me?” “how do you mean?” “like a tart?” “goodness, no! why would you say that?” “max and jez have got a bet to see who can ‘get in’ with me first. i mean, do people actually think i’m that easy?” “no, no, you have a talent for fun, you’re vivacious, there’s no reason to apologise for that. max and jez are punching way above their weight by the way” VIVACIOUS🥺🥺🥺 also this is why she got upset when cal said that everyone would pick ‘girls just wanna have fun’ as the song that represents her

aww ethan orders a load of balloons for alicia’s party🥺

surely it should be a specialist doing gaynor’s dementia assessment?

lmaoo alicia and louise go over to the pub and are surprised to see all the balloons there and alicia asks louise if she did this and she’s like “no but i reckon i know who did” sjdkfjjf literally everyone BUT alicia can see how bad ethan’s got it

she goes back over to the hospital to thank him and ask if she can buy him a drink but he says he’s got a lot of work to finish up and she’s very disappointed but says “okay, well, i just wanted to say thanks anyway. you’re a good… friend” nooo😭

alicia looks so good i am in love. i’d get her balloons too js

lmaoo gaynor was watching them and she goes over to ethan and says “you told me you were grabbing every opportunity” YEAH EXACTLY YOU TELL HIM!

he says “oh, er, i know but… you met daniel a long time before you knew about your illness, i’ve no business drawing alicia into mine”😥😥😥 gaynor says “why don’t you let her make that decision?” exactly!!!

and that’s the same problem he had with fenisha too and it just further highlights just how out of character they were writing him when alicia left because you seriously expect me to believe he would propose to her without telling her???

skdkkfkg max and jez trying again to remember why they woke up naked in bed together and alicia finally puts them out of their misery and tells them it was her and she’s like “let this be a lesson to you both, do not treat me like a piece of meat” and then she’s like “20 quid was it?” and rips a note in half and gives one half to each of them ABSOLUTELY ICONIC AKDKFKKFGK

nooo ethan decides to go to the party after all but then gets a call from neurology asking about his referral for gaynor, if not for that he would’ve got there in time😭😭

lily decides she wants to try and put the past behind her and swaps outfits with the stripper she’d been treating so she has a “fancy dress” costume but of course it’s not actually a fancy dress party :((

oh it’s the anniversary of her father’s death😢😢 iain comforts her and says she’s dressed for a cracking night out and takes her out. so i guess this is where they start to get close?

alicia’s talking to cal but is constantly looking out the window to see if ethan’s changed his mind

nooo ethan walks in right as they kiss FUCK YOU CAL😡😡😡 he leaves again before they see him :((

poor ethan :(

[vigilantejustice]

there are a couple jobs around that seem like they’d be sort of ideal but. the thought of going back to work at all is mildly terrifying in that there are at least five different levels of anxiety to overcome + then the concept of being trapped into having to leave the house (which sounds like an oxymoron) every day is a real pickle

[yandere--stuck]

Bad Blood - Yandere!Batman x Reader x Yandere!Joker

It wasn't just The Joker who had been watching you. And to a point, you were aware of that.

After all, that just came with the territory of being a minor celebrity within Gotham city. It wasn't often that those considered "famous" in Gotham didn't either have connections to the mafia or were locked up within Arkham or Blackgate. 

As a reporter, you were watched on the news, on the streets - occasionally approached by fans, at parties where you mingled with your peers or made connections. All rather normal, really.

But, there were times when you could just feel it in your bones. You were being watched.

Like in the dark of night, the moon following you on your walk home. Alone. When the light from street lamps bathed everything in orange. The streets empty, the occasional car zooming by. It was then that you had felt watched.

It was understandable, something innate in humans, to feel frightened of the dark and the paranoia of being alone. Our imaginations run wild, and we trick ourselves into thinking that there's something out there with us. Someone following our every move, hiding just out of sight. But, no matter how many times you swore you were being watched, nothing ever happened. No muggings, no stalkers, no threats. When you got back to your apartment, unlocking and then re-locking all six of the locks on your door, you were able to let out a sigh of relief - it was just your own paranoia getting the best of you. You weren't being followed. You could relax, knowing that it was all in your head.

But, it wasn't.

Your paranoia wasn't unfounded. The shiver of your spine at the feeling of being watched wasn't your mind tricking itself. But, of course, even when you'd turn around to try and spot someone, something, you hadn't been able to see him. He had hid in the shadows and crouched atop rooftops, keeping watch over you.

He had done so every night. The moment you left the studio, to when you started your walk, and then headed home. He even stuck around to peer through your window, making sure you were truly safe. It wasn't something any of the Robins or Oracle knew about - it wasn't something they had to know. Well… It's not like he exactly lied about what he was doing during the alotted time of your walk home. But, he also didnt want to admit it, either - not that he thought what he was doing was wrong, but… He just didn't want anyone to be worried. To get the wrong idea. And it rarely took time out of his nightly patrol, just fifteen minutes. It wasn't a big deal.

He was just protecting you. That was just his job. He was supposed to protect the people of Gotham. To protect you. He just had a… Fixation, that's all. And when Bruce gets fixated on something, it's like pulling teeth for him to keep away.

Bruce met you like he does with most reporters - at a charity event. He had seen your stories on the news a few times beforehand, and braced himself for the usual song and dance - Vicki Vale trying to score something on the record for something much juicier and personal than the cause he was donating to, or perhaps Jack Ryder trying to rile him up to get him to throw a fit for a story. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when you treated him like an actual person. Sure, it could be that you were off the clock - but really, when were reporters ever really off the clock?

Most people would bend over backwards to get themselves into Brice Wayne's good graces. But, you… You talked to him like he was no different than anyone else. Maybe a bit reserved, but you had only just met, after all. In spite of this, Bruce found himself able to relax, chatting with you about the party, about your days up to then, your different careers. Bruce felt like he could actually be himself. With you, he wasn't Batman, nor was he billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. He was just… Himself.

Him and you.

He decides to stick by your side most of the evening, you and him talking long into the night. About your lives, your worries, your hobbies, your interests. It had been so long since he talked about such personal things with someone, even Alfred. And you understand. You understand his worries of responsibility, the weight of the world among his shoulders, you understand the suffocation of isolation, you under his inability to move on from the trauma of his past, try as he might. You understand. Of course you do…

You acted as someone to vent to. A listening ear. You offered up advice, even if you might not have the right answers to his problem. Sure, you might not know the full extent of his stress, but it's the thought that counts. It's almost like this night was made for you and him. 

Something like, fate - that is, if Bruce had actually believed in something like that.

After that night, he found himself making a point to watch you on the news. The way you talked on the television is how you talked with him that night. Personable, comfortable, familiar. You might not be talking to him directly, but it warms his heart and staves off the icy chill of loneliness.

He went out of his way to find you during other important, publicized events. Most likely, you probably thought it was a coincidence that you kept finding yourself in his company. You most likely thought him as just an acquaintance, nothing more… But, oh, you meant so much to him.

And, oh, when you talked about Batman? Knowing that it was him you were talking about (even if you had no idea)... He'd be lying if it didn't make him a bit flustered. Your praises, the way you saw him as an inspiration, hoping after every mission that he was alright… And when you look into the camera and say to him, to Batman, through the screen, that you wish him a nice night and to be safe…?

God. He was smitten. And, really, that was his biggest mistake.

Feelings just made things complicated. He had learned that a long time ago. That everything he touched and loved was inevitably destroyed. It's why he works alone more often than not. He doesn't want someone getting hurt because of him ever again. Bruce has enemies, and Batman has even more. 

Even if he had tried to reach out to you as Bruce, as himself, who's to say you would have wanted to be with him? Why would someone like you want Bruce Wayne - someone who most of Gotham portrayed as an immature playboy who never got over the death of his parents. While the second part wasn't exactly wrong, the whole playboy thing was just a diversion. But, how in the hell was he supposed to explain that?

It was easier to just let you go. You'd be happier, and more importantly, safer without his presence in your life.

So, he satiated himself on watching you, protecting you from the shadows, and kept himself sane by rewatching footage of you he's stashed within your home and around your apartment building. If he adored you from afar, that wouldn't hurt anything, right?

… But now, he's wishing he had just taken the chance. He had been good, had left you alone.

And he watched as the helicopter you were in was shot down. Watched as the recording cut off. Heard as you screamed at the top of your lungs. He replayed what he had seen over and over in his mind, losing himself. Bruce had gone so tense in disbelief and grief and rage that by the time Alfred had brought him back to reality, his nails had dug into the armrest of his loveseat.

He had insisted to himself later that night that  investigating the scene of the crime wasn't fueled by personal connection or any feelings he may have. It was Batman's job. And if he ignores all the other bodies in favor of one that is presumed to be yours, it's just because he notices something different about it from the other's, that's all.

The body was decomposed far beyond that of the others, and had been exposed to the elements longer than the others. And to add onto that, the DNA sample Bruce had collected was matched with a body that had been gone missing from Gotham General.

Bruce's heart fluttered with hope and relief. You were alive, you had to be. But, just as quickly, realization crashed into him. If you were alive, it's only because Joker wanted you to be.

... What was he doing to you?

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You stared down at the meal the Clown Prince of Crime had prepared for you - well, if you could call heating up a frozen dinner "preparing". It's not like you were exactly in a place to complain, though, considering the predicament you were stuck in.

Counting the time you had spent unconscious and Joker getting you situated and up to speed, it was most likely a few hours since the incident. You were feeling rather hungry… But, in spite of all of The Joker's lovey-dovey talk, you weren't quite sure if you could trust him to not serve you poisoned food. Even worse, however, was that you were still tied up - meaning the clown had to feed you, and you were even more unsure that he wouldn't kill you if you refused to eat.

In spite of the circumstances, and the dingy place you were trapped in, it wasn't exactly the worst. Hell, Joker had even lit up some candles for some mood lighting. Not exactly the worst "date", you had been on, sadly enough.

"Ready for some grub?" The Joker lurched into view, straightening his tie as he shot you a grin. "You must have worked up quite an appetite by now, considering all the excitement!"

You smiled in return, hoping it didn't look too strained as you nodded. You watched as he got his utensils ready, cutting up some of the food into smaller bites. You kept especially close attention on the hand holding a knife - though, it wasn't like you had any way to flee if he had decided to turn it on you.

The Joker stabbed at the food with a fork, setting down the knife, as he moved to raise your meal to your lips, while you attempted not to turn your head away. The fork approached closer and closer, and you tried to rid your mind of awful thoughts, like an eye being ripped out of its socket, implanted on the fork's tongues. But, then, The Joker suddenly stopped.

"Oh, silly me! I almost forgot," The Clown Prince set down the utensils, digging into the inside of his suit. With a flourish, he unveiled a bright, colorful, and clearly plastic flower, holding it out to you. "A present for you, m'dear! Go on, take a whiff."

You shook in your seat. Oh, God. You knew exactly where this was going. He had played you this whole time, like predators played with their food. He had made you think he had developed this obsession with you and managed to lull you into a false sense of security. And just when you were sure you were going to make it out of this situation alive, he planned to hit you with his trademark laughing gas and watch as you died.

You held back tears, shivering with fear and despair. And The Joker looked so happy, so encouraging. You were going to die. You had hit the end of the road.

You leaned forward, taking a breath through your nose-

And jumped, letting out a scream as the ceiling caved in, a dark figure crashing through. You whipped your head to face it- and winced as a small stream of water hit your cheek. Blinking once, twice, three times, you slowly turned to the clown and the trick flower in his hand.

Oh. So, it was just a regular trick flower. Not a deadly one. Okay. Okay, yeah. Sure. Great.

Groaning softly, your whole body went limp. You hung your head, shaking it slowly. Whatever. Whatever happened next, you didn't care. You were too exhausted.

"Aw, c'mon, Bats! Don'tcha know it's rude to upstage someone's act?" Joker asked. "Besides, you weren't invited to our little date night..."

...Batman?

From your periphery, you could see it. See him. 

Oh, thank God. Thank fucking God. You were saved! Batman was going to save you!

All the tiredness seemed to instantly fade as you were overwhelmed with adrenaline and relief. You were saved. You were saved. Batman was going to save you. Batman was going to protect you and make sure you were all right. You didn't have to worry or be scared anymore. Batman would do all of the worrying for you.

"You broke out of Arkham, killed innocent people, and kidnapped the sole survivor after almost killing them, as well," Batman seethed, his voice a growl. "You're going back to Arkham, and I'll be taking them with me, where they'll be safe."

"Hey! First off, the whole helicopter thing wasn't me, it was one of my boys. Well… To be fair, I had intended on killing them when we downed the thing, but eh, two birds with one stone, I suppose. I wouldn't even have been mad about it, if my darling reporter here hadn't almost been hurt in the crash," The Joker moved behind you, making you seize up as he grasped your shoulders, massaging them slightly. "And really, Bats, if this is some kind of jealousy thing, you could always just ask to share."

"You're insane." Batman spat.

"Babes, you really need to get some better material," The Clown tutted. "And I was being honest! I'm actually trying to communicate here," You were suddenly spun around, locking eyes with your hero. You shuddered as the Joker nuzzled you from behind, unable to stop your face from heating up. "What do you think, darling? How's about a three-way date with me and the big bad Bat?"

"I… I-I-" You stuttered, unable to get a coherent thought put as you burned with embarrassment.

Could anyone blame you for having a little  crush on Batman? You'd bet a good majority of Gothamites felt the same toward their dear Dark Knight. Hell, you'd even bet that some of the Rogues that the Caped Crusader went up against had feelings for him. It was pretty obvious the Joker did, at least.

And the Joker… He was a monster. A criminal. But, the time you've spent with him… Well, you could better understand how Dr. Quinnzel fell for the man. Despite your knowledge of the horrible crimes he committed, the way he treated you so kindly, it was hard to not get flustered, to not feel special. It was hard to ignore his humor, his affection for you, his pet names, his sweet gestures- no, no. This- this was ridiculous. You had to stop. You weren't thinking straight.

"Get your hands off of them!" The Bat spat.

"But I don't wanna!" Joker let out an exaggerated whine, before descending into giggles. Painted lips brushed against your neck. "Besides, I don't think they want me to…"

You felt hypersensitive, the brush of the Clown's lips drawing a whine from your throat.

Your eyes shot open wide as a pained scream ripped from Joker. You turned as best you could, watching the man stumble back, clutching his hand - a batarang sticking piercing through it, blood bubbling up from the wound and dripping to the floor.

The Joker hissed, bristling with rage. "Bats, why you-!"

In an instant, Batman shot put his batclaw, the claw digging into The Joker's suit, before retracting. The Joker stumbled as he rocketed forward, his face immediately colliding with Batman's fist. Before he could fall back, the Dark Knight caught him by the throat and squeezed. The Clown wheeled and coughed in shock at the closing of his windpipe and his desperation to breathe. The Bat slowly lifted another fist - and hit the other man so hard that even you winced. You watched as Joker fell onto his back with a low groan. The Batman stood above him, glowering and breathing heavily as he looked down on his nemesis.

"Batsy, babe… Ya know I love it when you play rough, but Jesus, warn a guy first, will ya?" The Joker laughed wearily, seemingly in a daze. 

Sneering, Batman grabbed his nemesis by his coat, tossing him aside onto his stomach. His foot came down to stomp onto his arm, making the other man whimper, and the Bat reached down to rip the batarang free from his hand, and in turn, ripping a scream from Joker's throat. Pulling out a pair of batcuffs, the Caped Crusader roughly restrained the man's arms, before lifting him to his feet.

"Careful with the merchandise…" The Joker grumbled.

With a second pair of cuffs, the Bat attached one of the cuffs to the Joker's ankle, the Clown laughing as he attempted to kick at the Bat to heed his progress, and then the other to a metal support pillar protruding from the floor.

And then, in the next instant, Batman was at your side, diligently working to free you from the shackles that bound you. As the restraints loosened, you took in a deep breath before letting out a shuddering sigh. You tried to stand, only for your legs to give out from under you - you had spent so long in that position that your legs had fallen asleep - but it was okay. Batman caught you. He caught you and he held you and pulled you into a hug. A gloved hand petted your hair soothingly.

"It's okay. You're safe, you're okay," The Bat rumbled. "I've got you."

This. This was what you loved most about The Batman. As much as he was revered for the fear he struck into the heart of evil, how he acted as a phantom in the night, fighting back against the criminals that roamed Gotham in the night… What you loved most was what came after. Your interviews with survivors of criminal attacks are what made you grow a fondness for the Dark Knight. How comforting they said he was. How he reassured them, made them feel safe. When he was there, they knew everything was okay. They knew they were safe. That everything was going to be okay.

Everything was going to be okay.

And you melted into his hold.

He continued to murmur reassurances as he began to massage your legs until the static feeling went away and you found the strength to stand - and even then, he let you lean against him as you walked out into the night together.

"You'll pay for this, Bats," The Joker spat, expression dark… Until he locked eyes with you, and his visage softened. "How about same time next week, love?"

Before you could think of responding, Batman pulled out of the building and far, far away from the madman within.

---

Bruce had to fight to keep his driving steady. His body was flooded with adrenaline and his heart rabitted a mile a minute. His entire being felt electric.

He had touched you, held you. And you held him back, reassured and calmed by him. It was everything he had dreamed of. You had leaned against for support and let him help you climb into the batmobile.

He had managed to track The Joker down to one of his usual hideouts that he and Harley stayed at - an old, abandoned amusement park that had been sold to him. Well, would have been sold to him, if he hadn't killed the owner of the property before they could seal the deal.

He kept sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. You, resting your head against the window, eyes shut as you tried to get some rest after everything you had been through. You could rest for as long as you liked. He was here now. Bruce would keep you safe.

Bruce took his usual shortcut into the batcave, driving into a cave opening just outside the manor, and you lifted your head, startled by the sudden turn and shift in light behind your eyes.

"Batman, where are we?"

Home.

You gasped as restraints wrapped over your ligaments, tying you down to the seat.

Bruce knew this was wrong. But, after such a long career as the Batman, he had learned that he often had to do the wrong thing in order to get the right outcome. He really wished there was any other way… But, you had a target on your head now. You'd be safe with him. He'd keep you deep within the batcave and visit you often. 

You sputtered, eyes wide with shock and disbelief and… Betrayal. Bruce hated the thought of you looking at him like that. He leaned over, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead. He felt you shiver under his touch.

He'd get you settled and comfortable. He'd reveal his true self to you at some point, but that was for later. You had been through enough for one night.

"You're safe now." Bruce lied promised. "I've got you."

[bcdwhcre]

Levi request where gf Petra(or anyone else? I love Petra) cheat on Levi and he turns to Reader for comfort?🥺 make it smutty if you want to!

Thank you❤️

“Lies and Affairs,” Levi x Reader

Whew chile, this is gonna be a wild one. Buckle in, kids.

Summary: Levi finds out Petra has been lying and cheating so he goes to reader for comfort but it turns into a little more

Warnings: angst, alcohol intake, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex, smut smut smut

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Levi has never felt this amount of betrayal lingering over his empty heart. He was always too careful on letting people in, he always made sure it was the right call to open up to people and here he was feeling stupid for letting himself open up once again just to be disappointed.

He was angry, he didn’t know what to do or where to unleash the anger he was feeling in the pit of his stomach but he had to handle his emotions and keep them in check.

It had been pouring down with rain when he came up to your place, banging on the wooden door so loud that it startled you from the kitchen. You made your way to the door, ready to chew out whoever was knocking that loud until your eyes met with your Captain’s sad ones.

He was soaked, not even bothering to wear the hood on his jacket while he walked over here. He didn’t care, he just stumbled in your place and grunted as he unzipped his wet boots and left them by the door.

“Levi? What’s going on?” You looked over at the clock, it was nearing ten at night and you were confused on why he was even here.

“Sorry, I just needed someone to talk to.” He muttered and you didn’t question him further, you rushed off to grab some towel and came back to help dry himself off.

“Do you need any spare clothes? Are you okay?” He grabbed the towels from your hands, shaking his head.

“Just need a drink, whiskey please.”

You tried not to spit out anymore questions as you poured two glasses, sitting down on the couch by the fireplace to somewhat warm his cold body while he drank. You grew more worried, Levi hardly drank and was never the type to normally drink alcohol like this.

“Petra has been... sleeping around with someone else.” He laughed about it, his teeth instantly latching onto his bottom lip wanting to punch a wall, anything to release the sadness he felt.

“Oh, I’m sorry.. if you need a place to stay, you’re more than welcomed to sleep here.” You tried to assure him, comfort him even and his dark eyes landed on yours.

“Just need someone. I have all this anger and I can’t do shit about it.” He was frustrated, you could tell that he was trapped and no one left to run to.

“If you want to punch me then I’m open to that too.” You teased, making him scoff under his breath. He didn’t even crack a smile at your joke, he was definitely upset.

He had continued to drink the whiskey, he went through a few more glasses and you just watched him, not really knowing what to say. You can’t just tell your Captain no? Or tell him to stop drinking? He was a grown adult and he clearly had his mind made up on what he wanted to do.

“How about I just fuck my anger out instead?” He abruptly said, making you choke on the drink you were sipping on and gave him a weird stare.

“Levi, you either had too much whiskey or you’re too mad to even think straight.”

“I didn’t come here for a lecture from my own Cadet.” He cut you off, setting the glass down and his eyes burned through you, making you grow nervous.

“Levi,” You started to say, watching his body move closer to yours and it just felt wrong but you didn’t bother to move or say anything.

“It’s Captain,” He grabbed a hold on your chin, forcing you to lock your eyes with his and the smirk grew on his face at your nervous state in front of him.

Your brain had repeatedly told you to move back, push him away and send him to bed. This wasn’t his usual self and the fact hours before he barely found out his partner had been cheating on him, he was spiraling before your eyes.

But your body said a completely different thing, the way his shirt was wet and stuck to his body, making his muscles more noticeable than before, and the way his eyes burned a hole right through you like he knew your exact thoughts. Everything about this was making you feel thousands of emotions.

You had opened your mouth to say something but his grip on your chin had tightened as if he didn’t even want you to speak, instead his lips smashed on top of yours. The kiss was soft at first, the taste of whiskey on his lips made it so much more intoxicating, you were addicted. It had taken you a moment to fully give in and fly your hands up to his hair.

The kiss starting getting more rough, his hand moving from your chin and grabbing a hold of your hips. Levi didn’t care about anything right now, it felt wrong to admit that he’s been wanting to do this to you for a while, since a few months ago when he felt his relationship crumbling beneath him and the more time he had spent around you, the more he drifted from Petra and finding out the lies she told, it just gave him a better excuse to go to your place and take you the way he wanted.

It had gotten heated in a matter of minutes, your fingers tugging at the ends of his hair, him grunting against your lips in response before his body had fully hovered over yours, pushing you down on the couch.

Finally his lips had broke away from yours, you could tell your lips were swollen already but it didn’t stay on your mind for long before you gripped at his damp shirt, tossing it to the side and seeing his bare chest for the first time had made you instantly gulp.

Levi didn’t hesitate to rip off all the clothing you two wore before his lips danced with yours again, he had became more rough as he easily slipped his tongue inside your mouth taking full control of the situation causing you to whine in his mouth, this just made him more confident. The sounds you gave off were feeding his ego and him wanting to take things further.

Soon his lips were down on your neck, biting, licking, sucking until multiple love bites were trailed from your neck and down your bare chest. He’s never felt this feeling in a long time, his stomach twisted and turned at the beautiful site before him, you.

“Levi..” You began to say, slowly growing impatient with his small actions that he was doing to purposely tease you but he quickly grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, his lips inches away from yours.

“Who said you can speak, princess?” You can feel the venom dripping off his tongue, the low tone made chills run down your spine and even made you more wet just by how dominant he was being.

You shut your mouth, staring up at him with such lust and you can see how much he wanted this too. He craved you but he wanted to take his sweet time in devouring you bit by bit.

“Good girl,” He purred in your ear, his hand reaching down to wrap around your throat and you leaned your head back against the cushion.

Fuck, he knew what he was doing to you. He knew how badly he was torturing you as the seconds roll by. Your body was growing hot and you just wanted him to fully touch you and please you in places you craved his touch. You were desperate.

“Hm, tch, I can’t believe how needy you are already.” He clicked his tongue, the smirk on his face only growing wider as he dipped his fingers down, dancing them along your body and stopping right below your stomach, waiting for any sort of reaction from you.

You were so vulnerable, naked underneath him while his one hand was around your throat and the other teased you right above your core where you just wanted to shove his cocky head down.

“I want to hear how needy you are for your Captain,”

Your eyes had widen at his words, now you can see how much of a authority kink he has, he even liked being called Captain in bed. Your stomach did back flips as you made eye contact with him again, your throat becoming dry and your cheeks turning a light shade of red, this was so new to you, you were in shock.

He didn’t give you time to speak, his fingers had dipped between your legs and instantly swiped up your folds. You swore you saw a spark ignite in his eyes when he had felt how wet you were for him. He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, his fingers running circles on your clit, teasing you as he watched the moans fall from your lips so effortlessly.

“I want to hear those words, princess.”

“C’mon,”

He continuously mumbled in your ear, his teeth digging into your neck, not even letting you stumble out a word as he slipped two fingers inside of your, not hesitating before pumping them in and out at a rapid pace.

“Oh, fuck,” You moaned out, your eyes falling shut at the intense pleasure you felt bottling inside of your body.

His eyes racked over you, watching every movement and listening to every sound you gave out, he was in awe with you. It didn’t take him long to grow impatient and wanting to completely ruin you into the couch, he wanted to make sure by the end of this you’ll remember his touches the next day and days after that.

He had pulled his fingers out, making you whine at the lost contact before he shoved his own fingers in his mouth in front of you, making your mouth part open at the sight. He hummed, the way you tasted on his fingers had definitely sent him over the edge.

He grabbed a hold of your hips, holding your body close as he grabbed a hold of his member with one hand, teasing your entrance just for a second as you squirmed beneath him.

“So fucking needy. Such a whore for daddy, hm?”

You thought you had nearly passed out from his words, you felt like you can cum then and there just by the way he was talking to you. Your breathing had gotten heavier, shit, you thought to yourself.

“Stop teasing,” You stuttered out, his eyes meeting yours and the amusement on his face had made you want to slap it off.

“Stop what?” He was pretending like he didn’t hear you, wanting to see how much he can truly edge you on just like this. You were weak.

“Just fuck me already, Captain.” The word slipped off your tongue so smoothly that it had changed Levi’s mind in an instant.

He wasn’t expecting the word to make him feel such intense feelings, he hears it everyday but this was different. The way it rolled off your tongue, the way you said it in a way where you knew it would make his body go weak and it did.

This made his head spin, his rough hands grabbing onto your hips as he fully filled you up to the brim and even more, perfectly hitting your spot in ways you never even felt before.

Levi didn’t take the time to let you adjust to his length, he was so desperate that his hips would rock into yours at such a rough pace that it had you seeing stars.

Your nails dragged down his back, sure that there would be marks later but it didn’t cross his mind. He kept his focus on you, panting and leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline.

The movements of his hips had only increased, you were sure the couch was going to give in and break at any given moment from how his body slammed into yours.

The endless moans slipping from both of your mouths, you had latched your lips together and heard his soft moans being muffled against your lips. Your bodies had grown sweaty and sticky the closer you had gotten to your orgasm.

Levi could tell you were about to unravel under him, your breaths were growing uneven and your moans were more frequent. This made him dip his fingers down to rub your clit, pushing you into wanting to cum in seconds.

“Cum for me,” He had muttered in your ear, the way his voice was deep and raspy had instantly sent you over the edge.

Your legs started to shake against his as you came harder than you have ever done, sending you into a full galaxy. You had moaned his name, your eyes on him once he had finished off shortly after you did, his body growing limp.

He had pulled apart from you, moving to where his body was pressed against yours as you both laid there trying to catch your breaths, the air thick and you had started to grow nervous again.

“I guess the next time I need to release anger, I know who to call.” Levi chuckled, making you gently punch his arm and he groaned quietly.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, feeling his arms around your small body as he held onto you tightly while peppering gentle kisses on your skin.

“You weren’t complaining a second ago.”

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BRUUUH, I haven’t wrote smut in years so if this shit is awful. Pls this was never posted

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"Does it bother you?"

(Joseph Seed x Deputy Gn!Reader)

little short thing that I'm not super proud of but I wanted to get this out there. I hope ya'll enjoy and reblogs are always appreciated!

Summary: You come to a realization while trapped in the bunker with Joseph

Warnings/other info: angst, swearing

Word count: 1.5k

You couldn’t remember how much time had passed.

It could’ve been only days, maybe weeks. You didn’t know. The clock in Dutch’s basement had stopped working, and you no longer had a grasp of the time going by. You did know one thing, though. You were exhausted. There’s a burning ache in the back of your throat from the screaming match you had with the only other person in this isolated space, and your eyes are starting to grow heavy. But you don’t close them, you just continue to look up at the ceiling as the coldness from the cement floor seeps through your clothes.

You hear echoing footsteps, but you don’t turn your head once they get closer and stop a few feet away from you. You think if you just ignore him, he’ll go away. He does the exact opposite, coming closer and sitting on the floor next to you. You don’t want to be anywhere near him right now, not after all the awful things you said to each other, yet you don’t move. Your limbs feel too numb to even carry your body. You just lay there as Joseph starts to hum Amazing Grace.

“Do you know any other songs?”

He abruptly stops and looks down at you. “Does it bother you?”

“Yes. It’s starting to give me a headache. I know Dutch has a record player somewhere. You should take a look.”

Dutch. God, you wish you could’ve warned him. Save him like he saved you. But between the world ending and you being knocked out cold, there wasn’t any time. You don’t know what Joseph did with his body, and you didn’t want to know. Stealing a glance at him, he looked unbothered, relaxed almost. Why would he be nervous, though? He knew this was going to happen. Though, he probably imagined it a little differently. If he could have it his way, his family would be with him, not just you and your stubborn attitude.

You finally stood from the ground with a quiet grunt, brushing the dust off your pants before stepping towards the wall of photos and red string. You remember looking at it when you were first here, Dutch rambling while you carefully read his profiles on all the Seed siblings. Reading them again, you realized there was so much he got wrong, and so much he didn’t even realize. Your fingers gently ran over the picture of Faith, and you swallowed thickly before wrapping your arms around yourself.

“A simple minded man, he was. Never could grasp the full picture,” Joseph said, and you sighed. You weren’t sure if you could either.

I should’ve died.

I want to-

Shaking your head, you pressed a hand to your forehead, and you barely contained your surprised gasp when you felt hands on your shoulders. Turning out of Joseph’s grasp, you had an incredulous look on your face as you backed up into the wall, eyes narrowed in suspicion. This wasn’t like you. You had spent days taking down the Eden’s Gate cult, killing peggies left and right and taking down the important pillars of their operation. Now just one stood, and you were terrified. Of him or yourself; you didn’t know. You knew he wouldn’t kill you. You didn’t have an estimate on how long you’d be underground, but you knew Joseph wouldn’t be able to survive isolation alone.

There wasn’t a second that went by where you didn’t regret every decision you’ve made up until this point. Killing Joseph’s siblings, it hurt at the time, but thinking about it now? It was like an ache that would never go away, a feeling of guilt settling in your chest. Their names repeated in your head like a mantra, over, and over, and over again, and you caught yourself wishing more than once that you stayed out of it. If it weren’t for that fucking marshal, sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess.

Joseph observed you with a curious look in his eyes. “You’re on edge.”

You scoffed. “Of course I am. I’ve been trapped in here with you for an unprecedented amount of time. And I don’t like you very much so, yeah, I’m on edge.”

He didn’t react much, just shook his head and held his hands behind his back. “I don’t expect you to like me. But you won’t be able to survive by ignoring me. Despite your pride-” he tapped his finger against his temple, “your mind won’t be able to take the silence. The isolation. Not when the voices are screaming in your head.”

“Don’t shrink me. Everything you say is just-”

How could you admit that every thought he put in your head sent you reeling, that his voice was like a ringing in your ear and you constantly questioned if you should believe him or not?

“The guilt is eating you. I can see it.”

“Stop it. Stop. You don’t know anything, okay?”

You brushed past him, hands tugging at your hair as you paced, and you couldn’t relax with Joseph’s watchful gaze on you. That’s all he seemed to do these days was watch you. Whether he was silently judging you or trying to get a read on what you were thinking, you didn’t know. Either way, it made you uncomfortable. Looking at the wall of photos again, your eyes began to sting and your chest ached, and you walked over with clenched teeth as you tried to hold back a sob. You turned to face Joseph after a moment, his expression unreadable.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whispered, and Joseph tilted his head.

“Like what?”

“Like you know everything! What I’m thinking, what I’m feeling! You just- You just worm your way into everyone’s heads and it’s fucking excruciating! I can’t take it!” A tear rolled freely down your face and you sniffled as you quickly wiped it away, looking away from him.

Joseph hummed, and the way he stared at you just made you all the more angry. You surged forward, fist raised as you beat on his chest, but he quickly caught your wrists before you could hurt him any more. You looked at him with narrowed eyes, chest heaving as you struggled out of his grip, but he wouldn’t let you go.

“I understand why you’re upset,” he said, voice remaining calm.

“You understand nothing. You act like you didn’t do anything wrong- like you didn’t force people from their homes and kill innocents when they didn’t comply. You’re a monster.”

Your words seemed to have no effect on Joseph as a sad smile graced his features, and he leaned his face in closer to yours. “I did what I had to to protect my family.”

“You murdered people!”

Joseph grit his teeth and squeezed your wrists until you opened your fists with a gasp, palms facing towards you. They were dirty and covered in small cuts from when you crashed. “My hands are not the only ones that have spilled blood, Deputy. Like I was the voice of my people, Dutch was yours, and he used you so he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty.”

You frantically shook your head, finally yanking your hands away from Joseph. “No. No, you’re wrong. He saved me. He helped me!”

“Helped you? He used you. He was the voice in your ear telling you what to do, who to kill. He didn’t give you a choice! And my people, my family, became martyrs because of it.”

You stormed out of the room before you could hear anymore, huffing through your nose and pushing through a random door. You didn’t care where it led to, you just needed to get away from Joseph. You looked around, placing your hands against the table in the middle of the room as you tried to calm down. Spotting a stack of papers, you grabbed them and began to flip through them. They were letters from Dutch’s son. There were a lot more here than you last remembered, and a lot of them were even pleasant. Your stomach dropped when you realized he, along with his family, were probably dead, and it made you think of all your friends you met in Hope County.

Joey. Staci. Nick. Sharky. Jess-

The papers in your hands slightly crumpled as you thought of everyone. They were all dead. They were gone, and it was your fault.

You could hear your blood pumping as your breathing became erratic, letting the papers float to the ground before you gripped the edge of the table and pushed it over with a scream. The lamp on the table shattered, papers fluttering and tools scattering. Your legs shook and finally gave out when they couldn’t hold you up anymore, and the cry that left you was guttural, leaving your throat aching.

The door squeaked open after a few minutes of you becoming a sobbing mess on the floor, and you felt Joseph's presence next to you as he crouched to meet your height. No words were spoken as he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. You were sobbing into his chest before you knew it, his arms wrapped tightly around you as your fingers dug into his back. A part of you felt disgusted and wanted to pull away from him, but the warmth he enveloped you with was comforting, and you felt yourself going limp in his hold. He just let you cry, knowing soon enough that you’d want to atone for your sins.

[fruitcoops]

I absolutely love your fics!!! Thank you for sharing your talent with the world. If you're interested, do you think you could write a fic where Finn gets injured in a game against Tampa? O'Hara brothers ftw ♥️♥️♥️

Ohohohoho yes. It's 'missing your big brother so you write siblings' hours, and all of you are trapped in here with me. Combined with prompts for cubs hurt comfort/ poly love (@hi-im-phoenix) and distraction hurt/ comfort for AJ. Sorry about your manager <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bone inJuries

The crowd was roaring. Finn couldn’t catch his breath. His arm was on fire.

Something like a sob broke free in his chest, but he could do little more than hiccup in pain and fear from his place laying flat on his back atop the unforgiving ice. He couldn’t move his fingers. His elbow throbbed. Everything in between just hurt.

“—fuck is wrong with you?” an angry voice shouted, followed by a flash of blue and white shoving at the man whose late hit had left him suspended in shock. Finn didn’t know if it had been on purpose, but he didn’t really care anymore as a tear tracked down to his ear. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the bright lights overhead.

A hand cradled one side of his jaw, warm and clammy on his cold skin. “Talk to me, mon amour, what’s wrong?”

“Lo,” he croaked, swallowing hard. “I’m okay. ‘m okay, promise. I’m okay.”

“Out of my way!” The blue and white blob pushed closer before kneeling next to him. A helmet hit the ice, followed by a glove; heavy hands settled on his shoulders, and the one on his face disappeared. “Finn? Finn, look at me.”

Finn’s chest hitched once, twice, hard. His head was pounding, and everything hurt. He may have been able to reassure Logan, but he had never been able to hide from his brother. “Alex.”

“Hey, buddy,” he soothed as Finn finally regained enough breath to gasp around his tears. “No, no, shhh. You’re gonna be just fine, yeah? Can you tell me what happened?”

“Hurts,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut. The pain had reached his shoulder and every movement was agony. “It hurts, it hurts—Alex, it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

He could hear people calling for medics. His friends, his family. But Alex stayed right there next to him, holding his good hand and brushing his tears away. “My arm,” Finn said, feeling as pathetic as he ever had. “Alex, it hurts so bad.”

“Can you wiggle your fingers for me?” Finn sobbed again as he shook his head and saw the encouraging smile slide of Alex’s face. “That’s alright, buddy, just take some deep breaths.”

“I don’t wanna be out,” Finn blubbered. “I gotta play.”

Alex gave his hand a light squeeze. “It’s not that bad, Fish. Deep breaths.”

He managed a handful—and admittedly felt a little better—but the alarms in his head were still blaring when Remus arrived with the medic, all but carrying him across the ice to get to Finn. He had a smudge of a bruise beneath his eye, but the worry creasing his brow overtook anything else. “I’m good, Loops,” Finn panted as the medic sat next to him. “Totally cool.”

“28, I’m going to need you to make some room,” the medic ordered. Fear spiked in Finn’s heart when he met Alex’s gaze, but he found only determination looking back.

“I’m not leaving,” Alex said simply.

The medic glanced down. “Can you stand?”

“I think so?” Finn said hesitantly, trying to get cool air back into his lungs. “It’s—I think I broke my arm. Everything else is okay.”

“What’s your pain level?”

“Eight. And a half,” he added. Alex frowned.

“Let’s get you off this ice, yeah?” The medic patted him gently on the shoulder. “O’Hara, can you get him up?”

“Keep that one close,” Alex murmured, sliding his arm under Finn’s shoulders. He clenched his teeth around a cry of pain as his bad arm was jostled, but Alex was strong and steady, and within a few seconds he was on his feet. “Easy does it, bud. I’ve got you.”

“Fucking shit,” Finn wheezed as he tried to close his hand. The fear and adrenaline had faded, but involuntary tears sprang to his eyes anyway. Alex held him upright without faltering despite his wobbly legs; they made it to the bench in a blur of movement that made Finn dizzy.

“We can take him from here,” the medic said to Alex.

“I’ll be fine,” Finn said, cutting him off just as he opened his mouth. “Go play. Your boys need you.”

Alex pressed his lips together in obvious frustration, but tapped their helmets together and skated back to his own bench. Finn let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “O’Hara?”

“I’m good,” he assured the medic.

“If you feel like you need to throw up, let me know.”

“No. No, I’m good. Just hurts.”

He caught a glimpse of the clock as they headed down the tunnel—ten minutes left in the period. Finn steeled himself for a long stretch of being alone in a medical room and tried to focus on something over than the unbearable heat and throbbing in his arm.

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Leo traced the edge of the splint with a deep-set frown, but said nothing. His other thumb ran in gentle lines up and down Finn’s waist, kept there by Logan’s side pressing close. “You’re sure you’re alright?” Logan asked softly as he placed a kiss on the corner of Finn’s mouth.

“I promise.” They had barely traded ten words—both had shown up the second the game ended, stripping off their pads and skates in the entrance to the medical room before sandwiching Finn between them. Leo had been unusually quiet. They had won the game; from what Finn saw on the television in the corner of the room, Alex had reamed out the guy that hit Finn with a vengeance. Tampa had been disjointed, and the Lions swept in as a cohesive pack, out for blood.

“I was worried about you,” Leo said at last, resting his temple on Finn’s shoulder. He sighed, then shifted impossibly closer. “Couldn’t get through the crowd.”

“I thought Talker and Loops were gonna kill that guy after he hit you,” Logan said with a shake of his head. “Looks like Alex did it for him.”

“What, you didn’t get into your shining armor for me?” Finn teased, nuzzling his nose against Logan’s cheek to draw even a slight smile from him.

“Maybe next time.”

“No,” Leo mumbled, linking his fingers with Finn’s purple ones and lifting them to his lips for a brief kiss. It was a clean break, but would still take weeks to heal. Big blue eyes landed on him, melting his heart like they always did. “No ‘next times’, okay?”

“Aw, Knutty,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. He wrapped one arm around each of them and held them tight, soaking in the feeling of having both crushed against him. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Logan tucked his face into Finn’s neck. “Nothing to be sorry for, mon rouge. We’re just glad you’re alright.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice said from the door. Alex shifted his weight back and forth, twisting his baseball cap in his hands like he always did when he was nervous. Finn didn’t hesitate before extracting himself from the cuddle pile and crossing the room; Alex met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. A shudder ran through him under Finn’s palms. “Jesus, Finn, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Finn mumbled into his hoodie, letting himself be cocooned by distilled safety. Even out of his skates, Alex had a good two inches on him, and he had always been the broader of the two—Finn suddenly felt about six years old, as if he had just skinned his knee on the sidewalk.

“What’s the diagnosis?”

“Closed break, clean fracture. I’ll be out for a month or two.” He stepped back and swiped a hand under his nose, then tilted his head toward Leo and Logan with a wry smile. “But I’ve got these two to look after me.”

Alex scanned his face for a moment; his mouth dipped on one side. “I called mom and dad, told ‘em you’re okay. You should tell them yourself, though. They were freaking out.”

“I will,” Finn promised.

The worry creasing his brow didn’t diminish as he wrapped Finn in his arms again, holding him tight. “Keep me updated, yeah? If I don’t hear from you, I’ll get the captain on your ass, and he won’t be as nice about it as I will.”

“Deal.”

“Knutty, Lo, drive safe. If he tries to pull some stupid shit, I’m counting on your survival skills to stop it.”

“Survival skills?” Leo half-laughed.

Alex pulled away and raised his eyebrows. “They don’t call me Hurricane O’Hara for nothing.”

His eyes flickered back to Finn, who was horrified to see slight redness around the rims despite the teasing in his voice. “Alex,” he said softly. “I’m okay, I swear.”

“I know.” His voice was gruff, but it poorly hid a sniffle as he bumped their foreheads together. “But I’m your brother. It’s my job to worry about you. I hate that one of my guys was at fault here.”

Finn tried for a smile, socking him on the arm. “Six weeks, and I’ll be good as new.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” With a final survey of his face and a kiss to the top of his head, Alex headed back out into the hall with his shoulders up near his ears. Finn sighed; he hated it when Alex was upset, and even more when there was nothing he could do to fix it except wait. He didn’t know what he’d do if one of his teammates broke his brother.

“Fish?” Leo was smiling when he turned around. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind?”

“The kind where I pull out all the sob story pity points on Cap’s soft heart and get us babysitting privileges for his incredibly fluffy dog after three months of constant begging.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Make sure you look extra sad when we leave,” Logan advised. “We can’t lose this opportunity because you were too perky about a broken arm.”

“Quick, someone make me cry.”

Leo’s grin turned to horror. “What?”

“No!” Logan said at the same time.

“You guys are killing me here,” Finn groaned. “Just, like, hit me in the arm or something.”

“No!” they shouted in unison.

“You said I need to look sad!”

“I meant pout and sigh!” Logan pulled him over by the hem of his shirt in clear distress. “You’ve already cried too much tonight. No more.”

“Alright,” Finn agreed, already wracking his brain for any smidgen of drama skills he might have acquired over the years. Younger siblings were always the best actors, of course—he had given some Oscar-worthy performances to his mom when Alex got on his nerves as a kid—but Sirius was tough to fool. Maybe if he stayed quiet and didn’t risk opening his mouth they would get away with it.

Leo let out a slow exhale against his chest and snuggled closer before standing. “Come on, darlin,” he said with a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “Let’s get you settled. We’ll take a shower, have some dinner, and then we can put a movie on.”

“Mighty Ducks?” Finn asked hopefully.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

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First Dates with The BAU

• It took absolutely forever for Rossi to ask you out — he only came to his senses after Hotchner cornered him.

DAVID ROSSI

• Both of you are BAU agents and you had only been on the team for a few months; Aaron started to see Dave get distracted by you and he finally confronted him about it.

• David invited you over to his place for dinner and a movie, and honestly when he asked you over, you nearly fainted.

• You arrived 15 minutes early, so you ended up sitting in your car giving yourself a pep talk until it was exactly 6:30, which was the time agreed upon.

• When he opened the door, he was speechless.

• You were dressed like you'd been going to a charity ball. You were absolutely dazzling.

• He didn't hesitate to step aside and let you into his home.

• The smells. The warmth. Everything felt like something out of a dream.

• Rossi told you stories and charming jokes over dinner; he made you his favorite meal, carbonara.

• The evening was going really well and your face had started to ache from how much you'd been smiling.

• Overall the night felt like a dream, other than the fact that you'd drank a bit too much wine when you were trying ease your nerves.

• Rossi ended up snatched your keys and gave you a pair of pajamas to change into.

• He'd picked out some classic Italian film for you guys to watch after your meal, and you snuggled up to Dave's side to watch it.

• After the movie, he led you to a guest room in his self-proclaimed mansion and got you into bed before saying goodnight and leaving.

• Unbeknownst to you, he checked in on you every half hour for the next 3 hours before passing out in his own room a couple doors down from the one you were in.

• You woke up the next morning to Dave with a cup of coffee and an over the counter pain pill.

• Dave gave you back your keys and said his goodbyes before letting you head off to work.

• You always had a go bag stashed in your car, so you didn't bother driving home, and you headed off to Quantico.

• When you had gotten into work, Derek approached you, but before he could say anything about your sunglasses or your clearly disheveled appearance, you held your hand up to silence him and scuttled to the bathroom, go bag in hand and dreading all the questions you'd be asked today.

• Aaron had met you during a case, seeing as your brother was their unsub.

AARON HOTCHNER

• You instantly felt a connection when he first spoke to you, but didn't act on it until nearly 6 months after the case was closed.

• Agent Hotchner gave you his personal number if you'd ever needed to talk and one day, you took advantage of that.

• It was the anniversary of your brother being put in prison and you were exceptionally emotional - which ended up in a sad and tipsy call to the agent.

• Aaron's day was just going to be dedicated to paperwork from his latest case, but he decided he'd get to it another time.

• You were a hot mess when Hotchner arrived, but you couldn't bring yourself to get off of the couch and fix yourself up.

• He quickly picked up on what you were going through; a few cans of fruity flavored beer were semi-crushed and sitting on your coffee table along with a pint of sugary sweet ice cream and what looked like a nest of blankets was piled up on your couch.

• He easily made his way through your apartment since he'd been there before and got you a glass of water to try and help sober you up.

• He talked you through your tears and pain, all while making sure you were well taken care of.

• Before you realized it, it was 5pm and Aaron was still sitting beside you on your couch.

• For the last few minutes, you'd been watching some old kids shows in silence; it was just something that helped you calm down and he was actually enjoying the time he'd spent with you.

• You got up from the dent in the couch that you'd been wallowing in and stretched.

• There was no way you were going to cook tonight, so you ordered a couple of large pizzas to be delivered.

• Both of you had eaten pizza and you chattered about some whacked out theory about the show Rugrats, while Aaron just listened and made sure you were distracted from whatever turmoil that your brothers villainy had caused.

• When the day was over and Aaron was ready to return home to his son, he gave you a card for a support group that he thought would benefit you.

• And that's where you expected it to end; after all this was just him doing his job, right?

• Wrong.

• He showed a kind of bashfulness that you absolutely did not expect from the stern man, and he asked if he could take you out on an actual date.

• Obviously, you said yes.

• Your first date wasn't ideal, but, both of you enjoyed your time together.

DEREK MORGAN

• Derek went to a club with Penelope and Emily when he first met you and right off the bat he was into you.

• You started talking and instantly clicked — unfortunately, he couldn't spend the night with you due to being called into work, but you set up a date to see each other again, then you exchanged numbers and he disappeared.

• The first few times you'd try to go out on a proper date with him, he'd keep getting called into work beforehand, so he'd have to take a rain check.

• Finally, he was actually free for a night and you invited him over to your apartment for dinner and some drinks.

• He arrived only seconds after the clock struck 5PM and god you were awestruck as soon as you seen him.

• This man made you question how clothes could be tight and yet, still seem loose.

• Happily, you let him into your home which had a warm glow and atmosphere; your lights were dimmed, soft music was playing throughout the house, the delicious scent of food being cooked was in the air — it was amazing.

• You made an array of drinks for the both of you and conversed about anything either of you could think of.

• Derek charmed his way into dancing around the room with you before you'd have to take the food you were cooking off the heat.

• Dinner was about the same; the male joked and chattered, throwing out compliments here and there.

• The night seemed perfect, you even got in a couple of smooches — and then his phone started ringing.

• You understood when he had to leave, which was around 10PM.

• He promised he'd make it up to you and take a full vacation day for you, so you could have a date night at his place next.

JENNIFER JAREAU

• Originally, the plan was for you to be Henry's caretaker while JJ was working — though it deviated sometime after about 6 months of being employed by her.

• You had major crush on your boss, and sometimes, it felt like she was in the same situation; though you doubted it.

• One night before tucking Henry in for bed, he said he wanted to tell you a secret.

• “Mommy really likes you. . .”

• That simple phrase made butterflies become trapped in your stomach, but you tried to push them down.

• “I really like her too. . .”

• It felt good to actually say it.

• Now, confiding in a little kid about you liking their mom wasn't too wise; the secret wasn't kept for more than a week.

• Jennifer approached you one night after she'd came home from work — Henry was already asleep in his room and you were doing coursework for college when she asked to have dinner with you tomorrow night.

• You didn't even hesitate to accept her invitation.

• The place wasn't very fancy, but that was 100% fine with you.

• It was a small 24 hour diner outside of town that had the best breakfast that you'd ever eaten.

• The two of you chattered about how Henry's fine motor skills and how his speech was developing, and how your classes were going.

• The night was perfect, she even went out of her way to drive yourself to your place — even though she insisted you stay at hers because it was rather late, but you needed to get some housework done, and chose to go home.

• That night, you spent nearly an hour thinking about the date before passing out.

SPENCER REID

• The good doctor met you during a case not too far off from Quantico.

• You were doing an hands on internship with a medical examiner and Dr. Reid happened to come by to get autopsy details and the toxicology report from a recent string of homicides that the BAU was investigating.

• Almost instantly, he struck something in you and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

• The way he spoke so factually on the unusual way that this ‘unsub’ tortured his victims before they succumbed to death, just made you more interested in the supposed genius.

• Sooner than you'd hoped, the BAU wrapped their case up and you were in fear that the chance to actually talk to Spencer was about to slip between your fingers.

• That was until Spencer and Agent Rossi came in one last time.

• You swallowed the nervousness bubbling inside of you and quickly asked him for his number.

• To your surprise, he actually gave it to you rather quickly.

• He was just as entranced with you as you were with him.

• One night, you'd gotten off early and decided to invite Spencer over to your apartment.

• You'd fixed up a simple meal for the two of you and make sure your apartment was in tip-top shape.

• When he arrived, you were in awe. He was dressed up in a suit, which wasn't far from what you'd first seen him in, however he was glowing.

• He looked like he'd slept pretty well, he was donning a soft smile and holding out a small bouquet made up of red carnations, yellow jasmine flowers, and multicolored hibiscuses. They complimented each other well.

• You, of course, gracefully accepted the bouquet and welcomed him into your home, situating the flowers in an elegant vase at the table.

• You and Spencer spent the night talking about anything and everything; you found his knowledge fascinating and beautiful.

• The date ended in you both passing out intertwined in each others limbs on the couch while a cheesy rom-com played out on the TV.

EMILY PRENTISS

• Emily first seen you while you were doing an interview with Hotchner to join the BAU.

• The agents of the BAU sat, staring into the office as you smiled sweetly and spoke to Hotchner about your experience in criminal psychology and communications, and thus far he seemed intrigued.

• It was almost instantly that Emily was enamored; you were just too beautiful for her to ignore.

• About half an hour later, you and Hotch exited the office, he shook your hand with a look of accomplishment on both of your faces.

• With a loud clearing of his throat, any remaining agents or passerbys turned their attention to the head agent as he prepared to make an announcement.

• Applause erupted as your eyes scanned the room, landing on the black haired beauty that was SSA Emily Prentiss.

• “Will you please welcome our new agent, Y/n L/n, to the BAU.”

• You situated your new desk with the few belongings that you'd had in your bag.

• The work day was coming to an end while other agents put away any remaining paperwork that they'd been working on and out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the pretty agent from before approaching your desk.

• Obviously, you agreed and headed out with the rest of the group.

• “Hey, a few of us were going out to get drinks, and we were wondering if you'd like to come with us to celebrate you joining the BAU?”

• Agent Hotchner bought the first round of celebration drinks and made a toast in honor of their new agent.

• Not too long after the toast, Emily sat beside you and formally introduced herself before making conversation.

• The two of you spent the night learning about each other and talking about what your job may entail.

• After a while, and about 4 drinks, you were taking a cab with her back to her place.

• She insisted that you spend the night at her place and meet her cat, Sergio, and you agreed.

• The rest of the night was fuzzy, but you woke up in a bed that was unfamiliar with a cat laying on top of you and the smell of pancakes and bacon filling your nostrils.

• You carefully moved, the cat hopping off once he'd realized you woke up.

• Gently, you walked to the kitchen to find Emily cooking breakfest looking lively as ever.

• “Good morning, hotcakes.”

• With a nervous chuckle, you awkwardly asked if anything had happened between the two of you the night prior.

• “Oh heavens, no; we were both much too drunk. I slept on the couch.”

• A huge sigh of relief came from you as Emily sat a plate of food in front of you along with a couple asprin and a coffee.

• You thanked her for her kindness, but she waved it off with a pink tint rising to her cheeks and ears.

• You ate breakfast and headed to work together.

• Once you entered the BAU, SSA Morgan began wiggling his brows at Emily, earning a playful punch to the shoulder.

PENELOPE GARCIA

• You first met the effervescent Penelope Garcia when SSA Derek Morgan came into the ER with some minor injuries due to their latest mission; she, of course, was freaking out.

• “What if he's really hurt? Or — or —”

• She enveloped you in a hug, thanking you for your effort to calm her down, and you hugged her back with a comforting squeeze.

• “Don't worry, Miss Garcia, he only has some scrapes and bruises, he'll be back to normal before you know it. We're just making sure that he gets the proper care he needs before he can return to work.”

• After guiding her through some simple breathing exercises, her heart rate began to lower.

• Only moments passed before Derek came out with a smile and they had a small chat, which included Penelope scolding him for being reckless.

• Savannah came and picked Derek up, leaving you and Penelope alone in the empty waiting room.

• “Hey, so Miss nurse - sorry I didn't get your name. . .”

• “Well, Miss L/n, would you perhaps like to go out and get a drink with me, sometime?”

• “It's Y/n, Y/n L/n.”

• And with that, you got her number and met her the next week at a high end restaurant.

• You brought her some assorted roses and made sure the meal was paid for, although she tried to pay you, but you told her not to worry about it.

• You spent the night listening her speak about the things she was passionate about.

• Unfortunately, about half an hour passed by before you'd gotten called back in by the hospital.

• You drove Penelope to her apartment and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

• “I really enjoyed tonight, Penelope.”

• “I did too, Y/n, but next time I'm paying the bill.”

• She giggled and gave you a quick smooch before shuffling into the apartment, leaving you flushed as you headed back to work.

• “So there's going to be a next time?”

tags :: @wordvomit-foryourmind

[lepusrufus]

To bargain for immortality pt.1

It's here fellas, the mutation sequel that I've mercilessly teased you with!

Content warnings: gore, torture, blood (like... lots), just a bunch of puking up blood, Miranda being her usual mad scientist self, torture in the name of science, Nicole be sick af (both literally and of crow mommy's bullshit), a little bit of blood drinking as a treat, medical procedures.

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Tic toc tic toc

God that clock is so annoying.

Nicole wasn’t nervous. No. She chose this, at least for the most part. She had a long conversation with all her family, Alcina and Esteria both assuring her that it would work. It’s been years since the beginning of the experiments and by this point the process was almost perfected.

Miranda knew what she was doing.

That mattered little to her nerves though.

She instinctively pushed herself further into Cassandra’s side, who’s grip around her waist tightened ever so slightly.

The waiting was downright tortuous.

She, along with Cassandra and her two sisters were in her infirmary. The room mixed the ancient decor of the castle with modern medical equipment in a beautiful way. Not that anything less would be acceptable. Not that the familiarity of her workspace brought her any comfort either.

All their eyes snapped in the direction of the door when a heavy set of footsteps, with two lighter ones, were heard down the hallway outside. Soon the door opened with a barely audible creak and the two matriarchs entered, followed suit by Mother Miranda. Her presence alone was enough to make Nicole’s breath get lost somewhere in her throat, on its way to an exhale. The black wings, even partially folded as they were, did their job of making her look so much more intimidating than she was. Not that she needed them to begin with, a look from those icy gray eyes more than enough to send anyone to their knees.

Mother Miranda was, in all ways that mattered, a goddess.

A goddess that was about to infect her with the same thing that failed countless times in the past. The same thing that made the crawling mindless beasts used as guard dogs in the undergrounds. Or that made all the lycans.

Nicole gulped, a gesture gone thankfully unnoticed to anyone other than her painfully dry mouth.

But Miranda didn’t spare her a glance. She simply busied herself with some tools she had brought on one of the metal tables. With each clink the room seemed to close in on her slightly more, until Nicole felt as if she somehow ended up in one of Heisenberg's death traps. Spikes moving closer and closer until they would pierce her body and leave her in a messy pool of blood and entrails.

She shook her head and took a long inhale. No. This was going to work. She was not about to lose her family over a pesky thing such as mortality. She was not about to lose Cassandra. If getting infected by the Cadou was what it took to spend eternity with her lover then so be it. Possible side effects be damned.

Mother Miranda finally seemed to have finished, a now empty flask labeled Cadou sitting on the desk behind her while the parasite was writhing in her hand, thin whip-like tentacles extending frantically around itself. She called her over with a nod, and with a deep breath and a parting hand squeeze from Cassandra, Nicole forced her legs to take her across the room. Her steps didn't waver, she'd be damned if she'd show any hesitancy in front of this.

"Shall we begin."

It wasn't a question really, merely veiled impatience. Miranda did not like her, plain and simple. The fact that she was there to begin with was already a miracle. Miracle that wouldn't have happened were it not for the Ladies themselves asking for it.

"Yes of c-"

Before her words even had time to completely slip out of her mouth, golden talons plunged into the base of her sternum.

"Hopefully this can teach you that I don't like people going behind my back."

Nicole let out a choked gasp, hands instinctively wrapping around Miranda's arm, weakly grabbing at black robes. Ironically enough, those very talons were keeping her upright and, when they were removed from her flesh with a disgusting squelch of blood, Nicole curled in on herself, falling to her knees.

"Wha-... cking ki-... -er!"

Cassandra's voice reached her ears broken up, barely passing through the deafening ringing. Miranda also gave a reply and then seemed to address someone else but her much calmer tone meant that it only sounded like a vague mumble.

Not that Nicole particularly cared at the moment.

She curled into a ball, her hands almost clawing at her chest trying to find some sort of relief. It seemed as if vicious tendrils were making their way into every vein and muscle, tearing their way through any tissue they found. Her chest felt as if it had a hot iron pressed directly onto the skin, searing pain radiating in a cruel pulse matching her frantic heartbeat. By that point she was either sobbing or heaving, something that involved shallow breaths for sure. Her lungs were protesting fiercely, emptying of oxygen and then refusing to refill if not with great strain.

To make everything worse, the pain seemed to shift, now engulfing her spine and sending jolts that made her head spin and want to throw up despite her jaws being clenched shut so tightly that she was sure she'd start to taste copper soon.

She was only vaguely aware of hands shifting her body and soothing words that fell on deaf ears. She was now on a softer surface, but that did nothing to alleviate the assault on each of her senses. Probably she had thrown up at a certain point as her sinuses felt like being scraped by sandpaper with each shuddering breath. Her mouth too had a lingering taste of both bile and blood that made her stomach turn all over again. She would give anything for her body to finally shut down.

Why was she still awake and conscious god damn it. There was only so much her body was supposed to take before the brain shut down and she was reaching her limit of how much agony she could endure at a moment.

Please please please just pass out please.

She didn't though. Her body seemingly deciding to feel every single bit of the infection process, complete with the unending waves of pain and nausea that hit her more than she wanted to count. Any bit of sanity left in her would've probably disappeared had she tried.

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It took two days for the agonizing pain to subside. Another two for Nicole to be able to form any kind of coherent sentence. Cassandra's soothing voice was of immense comfort, always there to tell her how well she was doing and how it would all be better soon.

God she hoped.

On the fifth day, her stomach still lurched at any movement too sudden. Her lungs seemed to fill with blood, courtesy of the still gaping wound at the bottom of her sternum, with any inhale too deep. The fact that she got used to the coppery taste rising up in her throat was disgusting in and of itself. At least there weren't jolts of pain shooting through every nerve and muscle in waves anymore though. That was something.

The fog in her brain was still clearing. It was hard to focus on anything, and each time Cassandra, or anyone else, asked her a question they would have to repeat it at least three times. It was beyond frustrating, the mind that got her through med school drunk half the time was failing the insurmountable task of saying whether or not she'd like some water. Glorious.

A faint knock on the door reached her ears. A redundant gesture really, as she didn't exactly have the clarity of mind to answer. Besides it was hard to catch her in a more compromising state than curled up in the fetal position, covered in sweat and most likely blood clots stuck to her lips.

Esteria came in, her one blue eye that wasn't covered looking at her with all the gentleness neither of her parents had ever offered her. Or it was just the cruel trick of a delirious brain. Either way, light barefoot steps took the Mistress to her bed. She sat in the chair adjacent to it and, with taloned fingers brushing strands of auburn hair out of Nicole's face, she spoke softly.

"How are you feeling today?"

Her voice was just as melodious as ever. It was the voice one imagines they would hear from an ancient being found deep in the forest. It made Nicole just a tad guilty when the only answer she could give was a pathetic whine.

Esteria simply hummed, talons running through the long messy locks of hair sprawled on the sheets.

"Would you like me to braid this for you dear?"

Nicole frowned. The Mistress was an expert at braiding, quick fingers able to make beautiful designs, both simple and complex. Comes with having floor length hair, her hazy mind guessed. On any normal day, Nicole would've accepted without a second thought. But now? Now she was painfully aware of the state she was currently in.

"It's filthy," she croaked, her voice raw and like stones in her mouth.

And it was. Her hair was waist length and right now it was slowly becoming a curse. It was greasy and sweaty thanks to barely being able to move a limb for nearly a week, which meant no showers. Not to mention how she lost count of the times she bent down to empty the contents of her stomach into a bucket, only to have some rebel locks fall in her face and get subsequently dirty. God she felt awful.

Esteria didn't seem to care too much though, as she simply helped Nicole shift slightly and talons started to work at some pesky mats. In no time, her hair was in a comfortable braid that started relatively high, keeping the locks away from her nape which meant just a tad less overheating. Not to mention it kept it in place and away from her mouth that she didn't trust in the slightest right now.

"Thanks," she actually managed to not let her voice crack this time.

"Oh it's no problem. Also," there seemed to be an odd strain in her voice, "Mother Miranda is coming this evening. She said something about an examination."

Nicole couldn't help but openly wince and curl in on herself a little more at the mere mention of the woman. Her chest seemed to pulsate painfully at the memory of the golden talons embedded deep in her flesh. Right now she wanted those hands anywhere away from her.

"What time is it?"

Esteria looked at the clock placed somewhere on the wall behind them. "About twelve. Still got time."

How hard would it be to drag herself to the adjacent bathroom for a quick shower? The only way her situation could get worse was if none other than Mother Miranda came in to see her in that state. She took a deep breath that her lungs protested against and pushed herself onto her elbows. At Esteria's skeptical expression she tried to sound less horrible than she felt.

"I need a shower."

Esteria pursed her lips. "Sorry dear but I don't believe for one second that you can stand for more than a minute. I'll ask a maid to draw you a bath."

Nicole only nodded weakly and let herself fall back into the cushion.

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It took far longer than Nicole would ever admit to get herself fully clean. Her muscles were sore and protesting at every pass of the soapy sponge. Her hair was a whole other battle and she had to bite down on her pride and ask the maid positioned outside her door for help. It was a tortuous fifteen minutes until the poor girl managed to detangle the long locks enough to be shampooed and washed.

After she was content with the level of cleanliness of her body and the maid was dismissed, she stood there preparing herself to get out of the basin. In the meantime she looked down at the wound at the bottom of her sternum. Maybe wound wasn't the right word. It looked more like a gray and black scar with vein-like tendrils spreading across pale skin. It looked downright gruesome. Miranda really did not try to do a clean job in the slightest. Didn't even think to use anesthesia, like she had with most other experiments, according to Alcina.

She sighed and finally pushed herself out of the water with shaky arms.

By the time Mother Miranda arrived she was feeling slightly better. Why she came personally was still a mystery to Nicole. Maybe some sick sense of satisfaction in seeing her in pain.

Either way, by the time their so-called goddess came into the infirmary and told Nicole to lay down on one of the tables, she managed to shuffle her way over without her body protesting too much. Cassandra also quietly made her way on the opposite side of Miranda, gaining herself a glare.

"Must you hover over her like that?" Miranda's tone was as even as ever, but her eyes betrayed annoyance.

"Does it hinder you?"

Cassandra was not an idiot, the growl she wanted to add into her question was instead replaced by a tone not too dissimilar to Miranda's own, who simply tugged her lips into a grimace.

"Very well."

At first they went through a normal examination. Pupil dilation, reflexes, all things a normal doctor would do. Then Miranda told her to unbutton her blouse so she could take a look at the infection scar.

Nicole couldn't help flinching when thankfully gloved fingers would poke and prod at the sensitive flesh there. Her cold digits felt like hot coals were spread on her chest and nails dragged uselessly on the metal underneath her body for some sort of distraction.

Mother Miranda decided to get a tissue sample and that's when Nicole decided that maybe she would rather spend eternity as a ghost. She squeezed her eyes shut when a scalpel was brought to the overly sensitive skin. It took her back to when she would do autopsies, years ago. Tissue samples were always an integral part of her work. How ironic that she found herself on the other side of things.

It's fine.

She winced when the blade cut into flesh and sent a jolt of pain through her chest. Nicole couldn't help but think of the long days she spent agonizing while her chest felt like it was burning her alive and hoping that it wouldn't repeat. A sigh of pure relief slipped past her lips when whatever fake deity there was besides this woman, listened to her and the sensation died out quickly. She dared to open her eyes, only to see Mother Miranda frowning down at the small vial in hand.

It was quickly given to an assistant and she unceremoniously grabbed Nicole's wrist, dragging the blade across the length of her forearm.

Nicole gasped at the sudden sharp pain, and even Cassandra dropped a few choice words in romanian due to the surprise. No. No no no. What the hell-

Any questions, or less dignified reaction, died in everyone's throats as they watched the skin stitch itself back together. The repairing muscles gave a tingling sensation but soon the only proof that a cut had been there were thin trails of blood.

Mother Miranda chuckled and wrote down something in the notebook she brought with her. "Accelerated healing. That can be of use."

Nicole couldn't help but throw a glance at Alcina, who was sitting in one of the many chairs with Esteria by her side. Her expression was unreadable, a mix of conflicting emotions flashing in her eyes like rapid lightning. She would've tried to decipher their matriarch's probable thoughts were it not for the smell that was starting to assault her senses.

"Ugh what's that…blood… "

Coherent sentences were still not something her brain wanted to do apparently, but judging by how her nose scrunched up in a grimace, Cassandra got the gist of what she meant.

"Um… your arm," she pointed to the still fresh blood slowly dripping from her skin.

Right. Dumbass.

"Or damaged sinuses. Should go away soon," Miranda added from where she was noting something down and giving instructions to her assistant.

Also fair.

She sighed and tried to ignore it. Her sinuses still felt like sandpaper all the way to the back of her throat. Every time she swallowed, it felt like needles scraping the inside of her neck down to her stomach.

Ugh.

Thankfully, Mother Miranda did not linger for much longer. She wrapped up any samples and was out of the room soon after with her assistant in tow. Then, Nicole could finally go back to laying down in bed and feeling miserable.

And miserable she felt. Her body seemed to have decided to rewire itself into its new mutation. It didn't have any effect on her physical appearance, but the insides seemed to want to liquefy only to be mended back together. It was another week of basically living with a bucket in her lap and throwing up blood clots that seemed to invade her lungs and organs. How she didn't straight up asphyxiate was a mystery that she didn't think she wanted solved.

And to top it off, she was starting to think that humidity from some leaky pipe somewhere in the castle was causing a slight mold problem. Almost everywhere she went, there was this faint moldy scent lingering in the air and it was mixing horribly with the coppery feeling inside her still offended throat and sinuses. Nobody seemed bothered by it though, so maybe it was simply a side effect of the infection that was yet to go away. It wasn’t nicknamed the Mold for nothing, after all.

[tsukishumai]

sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader word count: 1.8k tags: fluff, slight internal turmoil, accidental confession (kind of) summary; Why should Sakusa care if you make plans with his captain? a/n: for my bby @imarizaki

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“I’m going to the cafe with Tsukasa-senpai this weekend.”

Sakusa couldn’t stop the words from repeating in his head as he jumped up and hit his serve. He winced at the impact, the force of it being much harder than he had intended. The flick of his wrist sent the ball flying over to the opposite side of the gym, crashing loudly against the metal bars that protected the windows.

Sakusa bent over to place his hands on his knees, and sighed deeply.

You had looked so excited about your upcoming plans, and the image of your beaming smile suddenly flashed in his mind. He supposes he should feel some sort of happiness for you, but at the moment, the only word he could use to describe his emotions would be frustration.

He always thought volleyball managers were useless. His teams always had one, and they hardly ever did anything other than compliment his serves and gave him water.

But perhaps that said more about his previous classmates than it did about the job itself, because ever since he’s been on this team with you, he’s not sure he could have it any other way.

He remembers when he walked into practice, three weeks into your stint as their manager. You’ve gotten into the habit of wearing a mask during practice, the black cloth fitted snugly across your face as you happily bounced over to speak with him.

“I researched different wrist exercises online,” you had said, handing him a stack of paper you had printed, “These seemed to be the ones that had worked out well for others.”

He nodded his head in thanks, not telling you that he already has these exact exercises memorized -- appreciating the effort you had put into helping his game.

He thinks back to when he arrived back from a training camp in a sour mood; feeling angry, frustrated, and insecure at the rate of his growth in comparison to the famous Ushiwaka. He grabbed his issue of monthly volleyball from his locker, flipping it open to the aforementioned ace’s page when his lips burst into an incredibly uncharacteristic smile.

On his rival’s photograph were devil horns drawn on his head, his front tooth blacked out and his eyebrows penned into a unibrow, your writing nearly inscripting “Ushiwaka Stinks! Sakusa Rocks!”

As he walks back to the volleyball cart, his mind wanders to when you let him borrow your manager notebook, and as he flipped the pages filled to the brim with your scribbles, he realizes that you were taking notes on much more than just Itachiyama players — your attention to detail had left him in a state of awe. Though, now he’s figuring out that you seem to do that just by existing.

It dawns on him that he seeks your attention past your daily scheduled practices. His routine has changed, and instead of eating his lunch in empty classrooms, he walks out to the courtyard of his school, passed the crowds of people and to a bench situated under a tree, so he can find you saving a spot for him next to you.

Every time he hears his phone buzz, he wishes it was you. Every time he wins a game, he looks to see if you’re watching him. His so-called useless manager.

He feels more uneasy as he wonders why he’s even thinking about such things in the first place. He turns and grabs another ball before taking his position behind the end line.

If you wanted to go to a cafe with tsukasa-senpai, then you had every right to do it. Who was he to be upset about it? Wait, was he upset? The sinking feeling in his gut and the irritation swelling in his chest tells him that he is.

But why? It’s not like it was a date. Or was it? But you just said you were going to the cafe. You never told him it was a date.

So what if it was?

Sakusa throws the ball into the air, and smacks his palm against the blue and yellow leather. The stinging in his palm matched the velocity of which it flew across the room yet again, and he curses at his lack of control.

“You’re still here?”

He snaps his head to the doorway, the echo of your voice mingling with the bouncing of the volleyball reverberating on the walls.

“I thought you went home,” he said, walking to his bag placed on the bench, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Something told me to come check on you before I left,” you said, walking into the gym.

“Well, you should get going,” he said, in a much sharper tone than he had intended, “It’s getting dark.”

He ignored the way you frowned as he grabbed yet another volleyball, and repeating the same movements he has done for the past half hour since practice ended. He could feel the way your eyes burned into his back as he landed gracefully on his feet, clicking his tongue when his ball not-so-gracefully catches into the net.

“What’s up with you,” you quip, crossing your arms and popping your hip, “First, you ignore me all day, now you won’t even walk home with me?”

Your question only serves to confuse him even further. Is not walking home together now considered an odd thing? Since when did that happen? Had he really been so lost in your presence that he didn’t notice? He hadn’t realized things had gotten this far -- to him, time with you never felt like it was enough. And right now, he’s not sure if he likes that. Not when the end result is this.

He didn’t reply, choosing instead to walk over to the other side of the court, and collecting the balls that had gone astray.

But he should have known you wouldn’t have let things go, and he should have expected your footsteps marching behind him.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” you say sternly, and it irritates him even further.

What, do you think that just because you say his full name, he’s going to bend to your will? Is that the kind of hold you think you have on him? The audacity of your familiarity was bothersome and aggravating.

Because it worked.

“You’re going to the cafe with Tsukasa-senpai tomorrow.” he says quickly, turning around to face you. You nearly collided with his chest, stopping abruptly in place. You blinked your eyes at Sakusa dumbly, trying to comprehend what he’s saying.

“Yes… and?”

“Is it a date?” he cuts to the chase, no longer wishing to prolong the agony he’s been in all day.

You looked at him in surprise, jaw hanging slightly and dropping your arms to your side. You quickly regain your composure, straightening your back before giving him a hard look.

“What, am I not allowed to go on dates?”

“I never said that,” Sakusa fumed, wondering if you were trying to dodge his question.

“Then why do you —“

“Can you just answer the question?”

You huffed a little at Sakusa’s interruption, and shot him a half hearted glare. Sakusa stood his ground, looking dead into your eyes.

“It’s not a date,” you finally respond, and Sakusa let’s go of a tension in his shoulders that he had no idea he was carrying.

“Good,” he said, turning around to continue his previous task of collecting his equipement.

“Why is that good?”

Sakusa shrugged, balancing four volleyballs in his arms as he made his way back to the cart. “You shouldn’t be going on dates with guys like Tsukasa-senpai.”

At this, you scoffed in disbelief. “Excuse me? And pray tell, o wise Sakusa-san, just what exactly kind of guy should I go on dates with?”

“Me,” he said before he could stop himself. He stopped all his movements for a moment, time suddenly freezing as he comprehends what just slipped from his lips. A feeling of dread soon began to slowly creep up from his gut, spreading across his body until it reached up and grabbed hold of his heart.

He pretends he never said a thing, depositing the volleyballs back into their rightful place before heading over to collapse the net. In his peripherals, he could see your shocked expression, eyes following his every move as he starts to lower the net. He could feel the sweat forming on his forehead like bullets, but he continues on.

“So...what you’re saying is,” You finally broke the silence, walking over to the other side of the court to help Sakusa with his task. “You want me to go on a date with you.”

“I never said that,” he replied, quickly gathering the material that had bunched up on the floor. He felt awkward doing this errand in front of you, something you must have picked up on, because you finished the job for him.

Still the ever dutiful manager.

“No, I’m pretty sure you just did,” you say, grabbing onto the folded up net before walking over to place it into the storage room, not giving him a chance to reply.

Sakusa uses the ten seconds you were gone to slap himself in the face.

He solemnly walks over to gather his things, the silence growing louder and louder by the second as you choose to continue closing the gym instead of saying anything further. He takes his time switching out of his gym shoes, and slowly looped each side of his face mask on his ear.

He was zipping up his jacket when you stood in front of him.

Goosebumps raise in his flesh when you glare at him, tapping your foot on the wooden floors.

“Well?” You ask.

Sakusa tilts his head. “Well what?”

“Are you going to ask me out on a date?”

Sakusa is thankful for the fabric covering his face, though surely redness spread across his entire visage.

He was sure steam was wafting up from his head, the clock in the wall ticking tocking his nerves deeper into his bones.

You raised your eyebrow at him, and he wonders if this is a trap. Or perhaps a cruel joke. But regardless, he couldn’t keep you waiting.

“Will you… go on a date with me,” Sakusa spoke slowly, coughing into his hand before continuing, “This weekend?”

You smiled at him, brighter than he’s ever seen before. He feels as if the skies have opened up, and the sun herself graced him with his own personal ray of warmth.

“Let’s go home, Omi,” you beckon him out of the gym before turning off the lights, “I got a big date to get ready for.”

You don’t see his smile, but you se the way his joy crinkled at the corner of his eyes.

“Preparing already?”

You laugh. “I’ve only been waiting for this moment my entire life.”

He hadn’t realized things had gotten this far — though, he realizes he doesn’t mind if the end result was this.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

6:39 PM [From: Captain Tsukasa] :

so? did it work?

6:42 PM (To: Captain Tsukasa) :

senpai… ur kinda scary

6:45 PM [From: Captain Tsukasa] :

I know my little kohai better than u think 😌

[the--sad--hatter]

Steam - Chapter 1 (Loki x Reader)

Warnings - Loki, Smut, Violence & Gore, Swearing, Death, Angst, Dark Humour, Crack Humour, Shenanigan’s, Mutual Pining

Pairing - Loki X Reader (Slow Burn Romance), Enemies to Frenemies to Idiots in Love

Reader Description - Female, No physical descriptions, Only referred to by nicknames & Petnames (No use of Y/N)

Description/Blurb -

“So how’d you get the firepower? What’s your origin story?” Stark asked, peering at you curiously.

“Uh, this is my origin story…” You winced, sighing when he motioned for you to elaborate, “I got these powers about three days ago.”

It’s a tale as old as time, boy meets girl, boy tries to invade girls mind, girl sets boy on fire, boy turns into angry blue boy, they become sworn enemies.

When you suddenly become imbued with a power you have no idea how to control, Nick Fury picks you up and dumps you on The Avengers doorstep, deciding that they are best people to turn you from a wacky novice into a force to be reckoned with.

The power burning inside you has the potential to make you a hero, or destroy you completely, but your new fire based abilities are more than they appear, and in a stroke of spectacularly bad luck, The God of Mischief is the most qualified teacher to mentor you. With Loki guiding you, will you ever learn to control your power? Will you ever make it as an Avenger? Or will you crash and burn?

Only one thing is absolutely certain, when fire and ice collide, things are bound to get… steamy!

Chapter One - Ice Breaker

It was every bit as imposing as you’d imagined it would be, not that you’d ever imagined seeing it under these circumstances.

 “Are you coming?” Fury barked at you, breaking you out of your slack-jawed awe.

 You snapped your mouth closed and tore your eyes away from the legendary tower, looking at the doors where Fury was impatiently waiting for you.

 “Coming!” You squeaked, scurrying over to him, “It’s just when you said you were taking me somewhere where I could safely learn to control my powers, I was sort of picturing an underground bunker in the desert, not the freaking Avengers Tower!”

 “I utilise the assets I have, why would I send you away when I have a team of perfectly capable super-powered individuals?” He asked wryly, leading you across the lobby and straight past the security teams who did nothing to stop you both as you made your way into an elevator.

 “I’m just saying, a heads up would have been nice.” You muttered petulantly, crossing your arms over your chest and tucking your hands out of sight.

 You felt him look at you and studiously refused to meet his eye, staring instead at the numbers above the door as you were carried all the way to the top of the Tower.

 “Heads up, you’re meeting The Avengers.” He shot back.

You could say what you liked about the former director of Shield, he was true to his word, because the elevator doors wooshed open to reveal a waiting crowd of Avengers, all of them staring at the man next to you with varying levels of annoyance and/or distrust. You diligently pattered after Fury as he stepped forward to greet them, looking around the room reverently.

 The first person you laid eyes on was Tony Stark, Iron Man; the billionaire who had kicked off the modern age of hero’s, and next to him, Captain America, the first of the first, the OG Superhero. Stood behind the Captain was Sam Wilson, the Falcon and a personal favourite of yours, side by side with Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier and poster-child for taking back control of your own fate. Clint Barton aka Hawkeye and the deadliest marksman in the world stood to the side with the Black Widow, deadliest person in the world full stop. In the back of the room two other figures were hanging back, emitting two very different aura’s. Doctor Bruce Banner eyed Fury with trepadition, and well-placed mistrust.

 It was the last person in the room that the majority of your attention was reserved for, the tall, imposing god who skulked in the shadows. Contempt and boredom radiated from him, and you couldn’t safely say it was directed purely at Fury. He was also the only one who spared you more than a cursory glance, and you slowed to a stop as you found yourself trapped in his curious gaze. You stared back, trying to reconcile the villain who once tried to subjugate the planet with the one you were locking eyes with. It had been months since he had joined the Avengers, but it never stopped being strange to see him standing with them whenever you watched footage of them taking on whatever bad guy of the week they were battling. However, he had been fully cleared of any wrongdoing in the battle of New York, apparently he had been mind-controlled. As to why he was helping the Avengers, nobody really knew.  

 Someone cleared their throat loudly and you forced yourself to look away from the stupendously tall god, glancing around the room to see that you now had all eyes watching you expectantly. Apparently you’d zoned out for the introductions.

 “’Sup?” You offered, waving in Tony Starks general direction.

 “So you’re Fury’s fiery friend, what has that got to do with us?” Stark sighed.

 “What, you think he bothered to explain his reasoning to me before dragging my ass up here?” You scoffed.

 “She’s here because she has abilities, abilities that she is more likely to learn to handle among similarly gifted people.” Fury explained in a tone that brokered no argument.

 Naturally, The Avengers argued.

 “We don’t have anybody with fire abilities.” You heard Natasha Romanoff point out, just before you took the opportunity to zone out again.

 You were absolutely certain that nobody cared very much what your opinion on the matter was, thankfully. You weren’t sure you had an opinion on the matter. It wasn’t like you had a lot of experience with these kinds of issues, and as far as you were away there wasn’t some superhero academy that you could enrol yourself in. Besides, you were much more interested in re-instating your staring competition with the god of Mischief.

 In the brief time you’d been distracted, he’d stepped away from the shadows and moved closer to you, staring at you with his arms crossed.

 You resisted the urge to inhale deeply, who knew ex-murderous gods would smell so nice? You looked up, and then up again.

 “How tall are you?” You asked incredulously.

 His gaze flickered down at you impassively, while you stared back and tried to mentally calculate his height.

 “I’m a Frost Giant.” He stated coldly.

 “Oh in that case, you’re kinda short.” You scoffed.

 You were flooded with immediate remorse but it was drowned out by amusement.

 “I beg your pardon?” He demanded, uncrossing his arms and stepping into your personal space.

 “Down boy.” Iron Man sniggered, stepping between you. “So how’d you get the firepower? What’s your origin story?” Stark asked, peering at you curiously.

 “Uh, this is my origin story…” You winced, sighing when he motioned for you to elaborate, “I got these powers about three days ago.”

 “So you’re a baby.” He stated matter-of-factly.

 “If I say yes does that mean I can just sit on the floor and cry until someone picks me up and holds me?” You asked, fully willing to give it a go.

 It had been three days since your life had literally gone up in flames, three days of pinning your arms at your sides, afraid to close your eyes, afraid to let your guard down for even a split second, afraid to allow yourself to feel even an iota of emotion.

 “So how did it happen?” The Captain asked firmly, getting the conversation back on track before you could find out if anyone would volunteer a hug.

 “I, well, I kind of…” You trailed off and looked at Fury for help, but he just stared back at you, the bastard.

 All eyes were on you as they waited for you to explain, nobody offering any kind of help. You exhaled forcefully and slumped your shoulders, tucking your chin so you didn’t have to look at them anymore.

 “I ate a bomb.” You whispered.

 There was a very long beat of silence before it was broken by several voices all at once.

 “I’m sorry, what?” Stark demanded.

 “What did it taste like?” The archer wondered, looking at you almost giddily.

 “She didn’t eat a bomb.” Fury finally stepped in to clarify, “She absorbed the blast, after failing to defuse it.”

 “Why was a civilian defusing a bomb in the first place?” Captain Rogers asked sharply, glancing at you in concern before turning back to Fury with a hard expression.

 “I’m not a civilian, I’m actually an Agent.” You reasoned.

 “She’s an Agent-In-Training.” Fury rebutted. “It was her first mission in the field.”

 “Baby.” Stark reiterated, faking a cough and smirking at you when you scowled at him.

 That was true, and you still didn’t think it was entirely your fault that the bomb had gone off. Yes you’d failed to diffuse it, but you were supposed to be watching the perimeter when you’d stumbled across the explosive device. It had less than thirty seconds on the clock, and you’d stupidly chosen to spend those seconds trying to stop it detonating instead of running away.

 “And you put her on bomb duty? Were you trying to get her blown up?” The Black Widow demanded, and you almost laughed until you saw the serious expression on her face.

 “There wasn’t supposed to be a bomb there, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Fury shrugged, like it was inconsequential.

 To him it probably was.

 “She is still in the room, and I was exactly where you told me to be, when you told me to be there. If your intel was bad, that’s on you Mr Superspy.” You snapped.

 “Oh I see it now!” Stark briskly announced, “You’re trying to pawn her off on us because she’s too sassy for you.”

 “Precisely.” Fury admitted, surprisingly.

 “In the words of shortstack over there,” You hissed, gesturing at Loki “I beg your pardon?”

 “You don’t have the temperance to be an Agent.” Fury told you blankly, not bothering to soften the blow by at least telling you this in private instead of in front of the world greatest heroes.

 “I’d take that as a compliment.” Stark assured you.

 “You’re telling me I’m fired? Literally. Because I got blown up, through no fault of my own?” You huffed, clenching your firsts in an effort to keep your emotions from manifesting in a fiery inferno of rage.

 “Because you choose to try and handle a bomb you had no training to handle, instead of pursuing the target.” Fury amended, unphased by your distress.

 You bit back your retort because you knew it wouldn’t matter to him in the slightest. You couldn’t reason with him, couldn’t explain that you had made the choice not to pursue the target who’d planted the bomb, because you had to try and stop it exploding in a building filled with innocent people. Maybe Fury was right after all. Maybe you weren’t suited to being an Agent, because an Agent would have known that they couldn’t stop the bomb but they could stop the bomber. They would have let a hundred innocent people die and stopped the killer from killing a thousand more the next time. You weren’t an Agent because you’d chosen to die trying to save the hundred, and trusted in Fury and Hill to take down the Bomber.

 Of course, that wasn’t what had happened, and in the end nobody had died.

 “None of this explains how you ‘ate’ the bomb.” Clint Barton pointed out, and it was a good observation.

 “That’s because we don’t have an explanation. She went through the standard medical tests in her training, and all her bloodwork and scans indicated she was fully human. She walked into that building as a human being, and walked back out after absorbing a bomb, as who the hell knows what.”

 “So you’ve never done anything like this before?” Dr Banner asked you, speaking directly to you for the first time.

 “Not even remotely. I mean my eyes water when I eat chilli.” You shrugged.

 “Fascinating.” Banner muttered. “Inhuman?” He asked, turning to Stark.

 “Unlikely, she would have probably noticed going through Terragenesis.” Stark responded. “Mutant?” He shot back.

 “No, the mutant gene would have shown up in testing.” Dr Banner sighed, looking you over with a scientifically calculating eye. “Can you explain what happened in more detail?”

 “Sure, bomb went boom, I went AHHHHHH, and then it was all bright and hot and then the boom went away.” You told them.

 “So how do we know that it was you? What if something else contained the blast?” Someone asked, and you looked around before you finally realised it was Sam Wilson who had spoken.

 “No, it was… it definitely me.” You sighed.

 “How do you know?” Bucky Barnes interjected, backing up the Falcons line of questioning.

 That was the million dollar question. How could you be sure that you had anything to do with the bomb, that you had been imbued with fire power?

 “During the post-mission de-brief, there was an incident.” You alluded, side-eying Fury and taking a not-so-subtle step away from him.

 “Please tell me you tried to set him on fire?” Barton asked giddily, looking between you and your former boss.

 When Fury levelled you with a glare and you developed a sudden vested in the ceiling, the Archer sniggered joyfully. You chanced a look around the room and saw that Barton wasn’t the only one exhibiting mirth at the idea of Fury being set ablaze by your.. well, your fury.

 “He was yelling at me!” You defended, taking yet another step back when his glare intensified.

 “You’re lucky you had no aim and only managed to set fire to the table.” He snapped.

 “I think you were the lucky one.” Stark sniggered at Fury.

 “Do you want her or not?” Fury sighed.

 “Do I get a say in this?” You objected.

 “No.” Fury, Stark, Romanoff, and Loki said in unison.

 “I can run some tests to figure out what happened to you, if it’s reversible.” Banner offered comfortingly. “With your permission of course.”

 “I’m gonna go stand over there with him.” You huffed, making a beeline for the doctor and awkwardly hiding behind him.

 “Yeah, we’ll take her, should be an interesting riddle to solve.” Stark shrugged.

 Captain Rogers and his buddies glanced at you before appearing to have a silent conversation.

 “She can stay here while Stark and Banner figure out what happened, and we can go from there.” The Captain finally decided.

 “We’ll take good care of her.” Loki added with a charming smile.

 His eyes said something completely different, and you had a sick feeling that you were going to be made to pay for your short jokes.

 “Glad I meet your approval; I was worried I was going to fall short.” You sarked, immediately resisting the urge to punch yourself in the face.

 “Approval has nothing to do with it. Of all The Avengers, who do you think will be responsible for testing your abilities? You would do well to remember that I am more than mischief and lies, I am the god of chaos and fire.” He warned you cockily, visibly delighting in the way your grin faltered.

 You shot a pleading look around the room, but nobody was refuting Loki’s claim. In fact, they were nodding thoughtfully, or in Stark’s case; shrugging apologetically at you. You turned back to Loki, ignoring the deep sense of foreboding in your stomach.

 “Well Fe-Fi-Fo-Fuck.”

I have been trying to get back into writing for so long, and this is my last attempt. If this doesn’t work then I am out of ideas. 

I know this is a boring start but I have been re-working and rewriting it for days and I can’t improve it. If you enjoyed any part of this, please do tell me! If you didn’t, then tell me that as well. Just give me any feedback at all, I’d appreciate it so so so so so much. 

For those of you unaware (especially on AO3), I haven’t been writing for a while because my estranged mother passed away and it brought up issues that needed to be dealt with, but all that is over with now. Thank you to everyone who sent supportive messages and was patient with me ❤

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[savorysatori]

DEJA VU. / SATORI TENDŌ! — dé·jà vu.

Deja Vu. /ˌdāZHä ˈvo͞o / a feeling of having already experienced the present situation.

synopsis. — you were both broken up. done with each other for the rest of your life, but, that one phone call always awoke something in you. bringing you back to where you used to be.

// warnings. smoking, car sex, tiny bit of angst. fem!reader, ex-lovers. possessiveness, toxic!tendō, face-sitting, daddy kink. + overstimulation, manipulation, non-con at first.

leader’s notes. my second attempt at writing angst and I hope I don’t butcher it, anyways, writing this hurt bad <33 but it’s also so hot because of toxic tendō. hehe! 💗

“You always babble on about us .. saying we can’t be together, and yet, you always pick up on my calls. You’re useless without me, dove.”

4:55 AM. — It was a soft breeze tonight, the birds were silent and the sun was slowly rising to uplift the night sky. It was a quiet night. Nothing to disturb your neighbors of their slumber, deep sleep with dreams of all kinds of things swishing between them and others. 

But, you, oh you. You were up, wide awake, awaiting that same message you get from him every single day. It had become a schedule to stay up this late, hoping the three bubbles would pop up beside his name. You yearned to see him again. And it was awful. An awful, awful thing. You fell deeper into his hole of games and tricks he played on you, unable to climb out from it. Fell deep into the love he provided you. But he couldn't love you back. That was the worst part of it, and the reason you could never tell anybody. You wanted to leave, and you did. You were the one who chose to break up, yet the one who kept going back and forth. This was the cycle of a pathetic relationship, and you knew it. You felt your cell phone vibrate in your hand. You felt a mixture of dread and excitement. Dread, because you knew who was texting.

“Come outside. I’m here.”

The message showed up. From there, you knew it was him. His words were short. Uneventful, but short. You opened your front door, walking out to the middle of the meadow behind your house, to feel the crisp air on your famished skin. The moon was high in the sky, and its light illuminated your surroundings. There was nobody else around, giving you a sense of isolation from any other living being. Tendō leaned against his sleek car, exactly where your visions had led you to expect him to be. His legs were crossed and his shoulders slumped as if he was trying to disappear into the dark color of the car. You couldn't make out much else about him, as he was keeping himself cloaked in shadow.

"Tendō," you uttered, walking up to him.

He slowly lifted his head, peeking out from the cloak of car. His eyes were lifeless. Empty. There was no emotion in those deep vermillions. They were cold. Hard. Like the metal of the car they were resting on.

"So, you did come,” he said, his voice monotone and emotionless, his mouth however was pulled up into a small smirk. He pushed himself up from the car, standing at its height. He brushed some dirt off his slacks, and pulled the car door open, climbing inside. You followed his example, climbing into the passenger seat.

Tendō’s car was spotless. Not a speck of dirt was anywhere to be found on the car's interior. The seats were equally as clean, with not a single stain or tear in sight. It was obvious that he took great care in keeping his car in pristine condition. It made all the memories flood back easily into your brain, having you remember exactly everything that happened in here. As you sat in it, the engine still idling, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulling one out and putting it in his mouth. He lit it with his flickery lighter, taking a deep breath in and releasing it through his nose.

“I thought you quit,” you repeated the same words from before, hoping he took them in. He didn't answer. Instead, he focused on the cigarette in his mouth as he drew it out. Pushed a button to raise the window, allowing the smoke to escape into the frigid night air.

‘Why wasn’t he answering you?’

The clock in your head ticked and tocked. Back and forth with you getting irritated with by the lack of response you are getting.

He slowly exhaled, the smoke leaving his lips in a thin stream.

"Quit your bickering, would ya’? "

The two of you sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Smoke filled the car's interior, clouds swirling around each other as they rose into the air. The smell of tobacco vanished when he crushed the cig in his palm, flicking the now burnt remains out the window. Once the window rolled up, you could see the uneasiness settle into your stomach.

“Ten- we gotta.. end this, tonight. Last time.”

You were sure about it. Hundred percent, sure. Even if the need of your body wasn’t. You could feel it. His words were vague, non-committal at best, but his eyes, that's what he was getting at. His dead eyes told you all you need to know. Tendō grabbed your hand, and before you could even think about it, your hand went near your mouth, coercing you onto his lap with a brutal grip.

His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. Your legs moved to straddle him, your knees on either side of his thighs. His hand left your mouth, finding its way onto your throat. You gulped in a breath, instantly feeling the pain of his fingers trapping your flesh. His face, so close to yours.

“You always babble on about us .. saying we can’t be together, and yet, you always pick up on my calls. You’re useless without me, dove.”

And he was right, so right. All of it. All of his games, tactics, his plans. You left him, yet you kept coming back. Why?

His eyes burned with a bright red, like two hot cinders. Tempting you to utter a word from your quivering lips, daring you to make a peep. And just like that, his found yours, smothering your lips. Soft at first, but soon they were hungry. They were everywhere, and you welcomed each one. Tongue pushed into your mouth; you tasted the blood from your bitten lip. The smoky flavor of his mouth was gone, replaced by the metal-like bitterness of his cold breath. You were weak. Powerless against him.

Your knees bent, your legs becoming wobbly, and you gave in. What else could you do? You couldn’t resist to his whims. His cold fingers rested against your burning cheek, his other hand grabbed at the side of your face, fingers digging into your jaw.

"You're mine." He breathed, his lips barely moving.

Dazed and confused, you didn't utter a single sound. His hand ran down your cheek, and he gave a light squeeze, holding you in place for his next move. His cold lips pressed against your cheek, moving slowly to your ear. "Say it."

"I'm yours!” The words escaped your lips, as if someone had pressed them in. They felt unnatural, wrong. It was like you was forcing yourself to say them. He let out a low chuckle, his hot breath causing you to shiver, no, to tremble. "Good girl."

The hand that was on your face moved down, and he grabbed at the front of your shirt. The feeling of his hand against your skin sent chills down your spine. You could feel him smile against your skin, his lips splayed on your chest. It all came too fast. One moment he was whispering dreadful words, the next he had the leather seat laid back, the remaining clothes thrown away with your legs fastened around each side of his head, cunt mere inches away from his hungry mouth. He had your wrists pushed against your head, and the leather seat belt were tied to your arms, leaving you unable to move them. Tied down, forced to watch, no matter how hard you tried to look away... he filled your glistening pussy with his cold tongue.

It was brutal. it was exquisite.

Moans came out of your lips with every thrust, and you couldn't help but push against his mouth. You wanted more. So much more. You could feel the warmth of his mouth, hear the slurping and slopping sounds as his tongue moved in and out, spreading the lips of your pussy to suckle. The harder you went, the wetter he made you, flicking at your clit. His stubble raked against your inner thighs as his mouth moved up to your aching sex. You rocked into his face, faster with a swirl from your hips. You could almost feel the heat of his breath against your clit as you loosed a torrent of dirty words, his name passed your lips in a long tone.

“Daddy! hah, ye- yes! ‘s good,”

He didn't need telling twice. Grabbing your hips, he steadied your gyrating body as he buried his head in your depths. He pushed your legs up, spreading you wide open. His tongue swept in and out, faster and faster. You could feel the air swirling around your clit as his nose pushed against your folds, sucking your sore bud into his mouth and biting down. You came hard, shuddering as your muscles tightened and unknotted themselves, unable to do anything else as wave after wave hit you.

Tendō’s tongue slid up from your sensitive bud, slipping back into his mouth with the filth of your juices splayed on it. He did exactly what he always did, make you dazed over him. Crawling back to him and his dick with need.

“Look at you. A fucking whore, whinin’ and squealing, you can’t go a fucking day without me — can you?” he urged you on with his harsh words, bringing you back from the aftershock.

You were addicted to him.

“No. I — I can’t, I love you too much,” a sniffle came from you, eyes settling to close. “But, please .. fuck me, daddy.”

A pleased look spread onto his face. He won. “You’re finally learning, dove. Now you know you can’t live without me, I’m too fuckin’ good.” you were swished from on top of his face, your legs being forced up, your knees drawn back as his fingers dug into your thighs. Gently, he guided his dick to you. His hands wrapped around your legs as he slowly started to push into you, rocking his hips as he found your warm, wet hole.

“Daddy! — ah, fuuck.” you hissed as he entered you, wincing as he twisted his hips, grinding the last inches of his cock into you. Cool air brushed against your raw neck and the inside of your thighs as his warm body pushed against you. With every thrust, his dick ground against your clit, sending jolts of delight through your body. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as your fingers bit into his flesh. You didn't want it to end. This pure, unadulterated pleasure. He leaned forward, supporting his weight on his forearms as he panted.

You were tight. So fuckin’ tight, Tendō could barely move.

He thrust into you, hard. His pelvis slapped your ass as you took him in. You moaned into his mouth as his dick rubbed that sweet spot inside you, your body felt as if it was in a craze of desire. He steadied his breathing as he started to thrust harder, keeping an intent of driving you cock drunk. Tendō wrapped his hand around your throat, as his other hand raised your legs and wrapped them around his waist. His lips were messily pressed against your cheek as he kissed you with deep, raw animalistic lust. You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from making any noise, but your body betrayed you as a moan still slipped past your lips.

“I know you missed this from the way you look, I know you miss me. Let me hear you mutter it, baby.” he panted as your bodies' rhythm began to sync up.

Your nostrils were filled with his scent, your eyes were covered by your hair, but you could still see as he fucked you with kind-buttons, and the pain grew. “I’ve missed it!” And you did as you were told, jumping onto his cock and draining it dry with your whines. “I’ve missed you, s’so much, lo- love you too.”

“Knew it. I fucking knew it already, your mine.”

He was unrelenting as his cock mushed against your womb, his forehead pressed against yours. His fingers dug into your sweat-soaked back as he huffed, his breath coming out in heavy pants. You could feel the liquid filling your insides as his warm cum plugged you. His body kept on thrusting as he emptied himself into you. Your vision grew dark as the world turned all of its colors. You felt light-headed, but you didn't want it to end. You couldn’t have it end.

Tendō’s eyes ranked of desire and crave, he had you where he always wanted. Plugged you to be his, lure you back in with his lustful advances, have you stay up till the crack of dawn — waiting for that phone call from him. Make you whine just for the simplest touch from him. He drove you mad. That devilish grin on his face as he had you pinned down, that was all it took for you to fall into temptation's arms again. You were the king and he was the pawn, catching you in checkmate.

“You also still .. love me, right?”

A deep, guttural laugh escaped from him. One that would make someone wince, embarrassed of the question they asked. You wished you could take it back, wish you could go back in time and not say a peep. Wish you could disappear from reality. Just this once.

“Yes. Of course I do, my little devil. But that’s in another lifetime, one where I’m your actual boyfriend.”

You’ve felt this moment before. Tasted those same words leaving your lips, savored them to the hilt. This exact feeling felt familiar like you’ve experienced it before. You were trapped in a haze of deja vu, going around in circles and repeating the same actions from before. Just like now, what you asked him. You asked him before.

“Checkmate.”