#with everything ive heard about it. god. but there's nothing we can do!!! i hate!!!

[indigodawns]

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[hecksupremechips]

Had a very bad day Gotta eat gravel

[arioloyal]

Sepandarmazgan

Part 4

(King baldwin iv x reader)

Warning: none

A/n : This part of the story is narrated by a knight named Kristous. I have decided to give this story a philosophical and romantic aspect so that can't just be a boring lovestory . Merry Christmas to all my Christian friends. I hope your dreams and wishes come true this year♡

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Kristous pov:

Our jaws were still dropped from our mouths and our face were pale. We were all waiting for lord lusignan today when we suddenly saw lady y/n just enter the door. What were we left to do? We had heard enough terrible things about her, especially from Reynald de Chatillon, when we saw her appear before us like that, we unconsciously felt a little fear. But her behavior seemed very kind and friendly. After welcoming us one by one, she said that she came here to have a little talk with lord Guy de Lusignan.

I was afraid that something would happen. I said, "lord...lord Lusignan doesn't usually welcome uninvited guests, especially guests who find their way into his secret meetings. It's better to go now and talk to him personally later."

Lady y/n said, “God bless all of you knights of the Holy Land. Thank you for the warning, but sometimes it takes an incident to solve some problems.”

What?! She had read my mind? Honestly, I had heard before that y/n could read people's minds.

"Don't worry," she continued, " this conversation won't last long."

jerard was sitting next to me. He bent down and whispered in my ear: "Look at this rude woman! She has come to the secret hall! She's really the devil of Jerusalem."

I shook my head, but to be honest, I didn't saw anything like the devil in her. The image she made of herself in my mind was that of a pious, faithful, frank and bold woman. I kept my thoughts to myself.

A few minutes later, Guy entered the door. He seemed to be deep in thought, his eyebrows were close to each other. He hadn't taken a single step. he froze there and looked at the uninvited guest.

"What is this infidel woman doing here? Why did you let her disturb our secret meeting?"

We knights looked at each other but before we could answer, y/n interrupted him and said that she had been walking around the palace when she happened to come across here and wanted to see a man who hate her the most in the entire of Jerusalem.

Some of the knights coughed nervously and embarrassedly. I looked at jerard, he was also nervous and worried. There was such anxiety in the air that you could even touch it with your hand.

Lord Lusignan said, "I don't care why you came here. I have more important things to do than talk to you. You have no right to be here at all. Hurry up and get out."

Lady y/n said, "I see you don't want to talk in front of me. But behind my back you gossip like a nightingale, no one can stop you. You have a habit of gossiping behind me and the king and making dirty accusations. Now Since we have occupied your mind so much, you probably have some questions. go ahead! I'm listening!"

:"I have nothing to do with you. Whatever I need to know, I know. all these knights as well."

At that moment, lady y/n turned to us and raised her voice, "If someone says, 'I know everything I need to know,' they should not be known as your lord, but as a fool." . Only the ignorant think they know everything."

Guy's face was red with anger. Until today, no one had been seen with such boldness in the palace.

:"In that case, come and ask these knights: Which one is more important for Jerusalem? The holy soldiers and defenders of Jerusalem or a wandering madman who does nothing but pry and ask questions and whose mind is always distracted?"

All the people present there took the guy's side, but I felt that most of them are not honest and just want to gain his trust.

Lady y/n asked, :"You sit everywhere and with everyone and talk behind my back. You say I was sent by the devil. Okay, now that's the case, please tell me what a devil is?”

Lord Lusignan, who now had a good opportunity to express himself, said: "devil is the worst enemy to man and humanity, and always walks among us in disguise. Sometimes in the form of a poor and seemingly innocent human, and sometimes in the form of a beautiful woman. comes to encourage us to get out of the right path. The devil appears in different forms that we don't expect it at all. For example, may appear in the form of a traveling and ordinary girl. But the faithful soldiers of Christ, won't listen to such a evil. "They never allow you to enter their privacy." Then he examined her from head to toe.

Lady y/n smiled as if she was expecting this insult and said,: "I know what you mean. But it was so easy! It's good for us to always look for the devil in others, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" he asked hesitantly.

:"Well, if the devil is as cunning and powerful as you say and is always waiting for an opportunity to be by our side, what is the need for us, the humans, to blame ourselves for the mistakes that we have done with our own wish? we usually say that all sins is because of the devil and all good is from the god, so what exactly we're doing here as a human? In this way, there is no reason to ask ourselves questions and make up for our mistakes. We blame everything either on Satan or on God. Let's go. See ? how easy it is?"

:"You either have a lot of courage and intelligence or you're very stupid to talk about such things to such people." Guy said to y/n

But she continued talking as if she didn't hear his voice and started walking in the hall between us.

: "a human is such a complex being that he can prepare both heaven and hell for himself. is the highest creation of God. However, can become higher than high or lower than low. If we understood the meaning of this deeply, Then we wouldn't look for the devil outside, but inside our own soul. The only thing we need is to check ourselves, not to look for mistakes in others."

jerard said from the corner with a mocking tone: "You, fire worshiper, you better check yourself first. I hope one day you will answer for the lies you're saying."

:"So let me tell you a story," she said.

... Four merchants were praying in an empty church. At the same time, the head of the merchants joins them. The first merchant abandons his prayer and immediately asks: "Then what will happen to these loads of silk that we were supposed to take with us?"

The second merchant abandons his prayer and says to his friend: You fool! Don't you know that you should not talk to anyone during prayer? Now all your prayers will be null and void."

The third merchant also made such statements.

The fourth merchant couldn't bear it anymore. he whispered: Look at these fools! All three of them gave up their prayers. thanks to the god, i didn't allow myself to be deceived and stop my worship with idle words like them."

After finishing this story, y/n turned to the knights and asked, "Well, what do you think? Which one of these four merchants do you think had their prayers accepted by the god?"

There was a wave in the hall, some of the templars thought, some started to discuss the answer. Finally, one of them shouted from the bottom of the hall: "The prayers of the second, third and fourth merchants are not accepted. Only the first merchant is innocent because he only asked to consult his boss."

Another one said: "Yes, but he shouldn't have left his prayer half-done. In my opinion, except for the fourth one, the rest of the merchants were wrong. The fourth merchant was only talking to himself."

I looked away from them. I wasn't sure that any of these two answers were correct. But I preferred not to say anything. If I say my opinion, probably no one would like it. Suddenly, y/n stood up, pointed at me and asked.

Well, what do you think?!"

I said: "If these merchants have a fault, it is that they stopped worship and spoke. Their main mistake was that instead of focusing on God and the truth of the prayer they recited, they started criticizing each other." Their thoughts are somewhere else and all their senses are distracted. Now if we judge them, we will also commit the same sin."

One of those bigoted knights interrupted me: "What do you want to say?"

I answered: "I say that all four merchants are wrong for the same reason. But on the other hand, it's not right to judge them because I don't know which one of them was accepted by the Lord. As a person, I only do my work and deal with my own mistakes. I have nothing to do with others but protect them."

Lady y/n gave me such an admiring look that I felt like I was being praised by the whole world. she asked my name. "Kristous, my lady," I said.

At that time y/n turned to the rest of the templars and knights and said:" your friend is a true knight, maybe he is not aware of this fact yet. But his soul is very similar to the pious men. I think that Now you understand the difference between a fanatic and a true knight. You must be very careful about your thoughts. Because the disease caused by thoughts is much worse than physical disease, and bigotry is a disease worse than leprosy. will take all your soul and faith away . Be more careful in choosing your friends."

lord Guy, who couldn't take it anymore, angrily left the hall and slammed the door behind him. if she wasn't the king's special guest, im sure she would be behaded right there.

A few people laughed a little after he left, but y/n said with obvious sadness in her voice, :"I've met hundreds of knights and members of this palace so far, some of them were very honest and sincere people like the king. But some, even a little bit They did not understood the real Christianity properly and only used it for their own benefit. It is true that I am not a Christian, but this much I understood that it is possible to live with someone despite all the differences without causing harm. The true love of God is never combined with ambition for power . And I wouldn't never exchange it to wealth."

she raised her head and returned to her previous determination: "That's enough for today. What you witnessed today is the separation of mind and heart. This duality exists in all religions. Make your choices!"

she was silent for a while, as if she was waiting for us to understand her words.

:"In any case, neither your lord Lusignan knows more than he should know, nor do I. Maybe he is blind, and I am also blind. The important thing is that the blindness of a person doesn't harm the sun. The discussion of people with different religions is also has no effect on God. Now you understand why your king always prefers peace."

she put her hand on her chest and said goodbye to all of us and left us all alone in that hall with thousands of questions.

I raised my head for a moment and was horrified by what I saw. I saw the king who witnessed all the events from behind the columns of the upper floor. I wanted to inform everyone but he gave me a sign that I should remain silent. Today was supposed to be a day full of mystery. didn't end well...

To be continued...

[sufferinggod]

I Ask God

what a horrible day. its definitely going to change everything now for the worse. i ask god why i have to experience so much suffering. and now its not only me. they broke my dog`s leg bro. people i live with. when i wasnt even there. all i heard were the horrible cries for help. she cant walk anymore bro. one of her back legs is completely fucked. bro shes a puppy. like not even 5 months old. she was so happy and full of energy and today she just looked tramutized after that. she doesnt move. i have to carry her outside. i dont think she can even go to the bathroom. and no, im not gonna leave her alone anymore. i told myself id let her outside unsuppervised. its clear to me now that was a terrible idea. now i cant leave her alone. who knows what more theyll do to her. can you believe that? now i have to keep her in my fucking room dude. she loves running around outside. and now that was taken away from her. i fucking hate humans, i cannot stress that enough. i seriously have been praying today karma eventually fucks them in the ass for what theyve done to an innocent creature. a living thing bro. like, this is what they would do to me if they had the chance but since they cant they do it to a defenseless animal. i am literally not leaving her alone anymore. fucking horrid what happened today. and bro, they act as if nothing happened. theyre gonna go to sleep tonight happy with themselves. i pray to god something bad happens to them. karma dude. please god do not let them get away with this. why do i have to suffer, and now not just me but an animal who has nothing to do with anything also has to suffer for no fucking reason. at least she has me on her side. all i can say is today was fucked, horrid, horrible, cruel, sad. im angry, pissed. this changes my life. i pray karma gets them. and i hope im there to witness it. it sucks i cant even live in my own house stress free. i am constantly stressed out. i cant live comfortably in my own fucking house dude. seriously, why do i go through so much shit? its pure, neverending suffering. bro, if anyone asks what happened im gonna tell them all this. if family members ask, if strangers ask about the dog. im gonna straight up tell em we have fucking twisted people here that enjoy causing living beings to suffer and show no remorse whatsoever. like how fucked is that? im not religious bro but they claim they are and look at the shit they do. are they good people? is this what good people do? they act as if theyre good people. theyre not. they are two faced, evil. like, this is all ive been thinking about since this morning when it happened. like, why am i being subjected to this? i ask God.

[famouslastwrdz]

turns out i ask and the world listens. two best friends outside my window, bad aim to throw a pack of cigarettes and a little zombie into my room. we talk about circuses, and gas masks, sperm donation. a bad imitation of filling a turkey baster ensues. an angel in my dms, metaphorical hands outstretched through the screen, asking feathersoft about who i have to care for me, do i need the company. i lay my phone down and cry, sober. heard and loved and cared for and understood.

i bless people a lot, always a martyr and never a saint. but sometimes i say bless you to someone and mean it with everything, every bead on my rosary, feather on my altar, every blood cell that passes through my heart and into my limbs and thumbs that type the words on this blog.

blessed are those who open their arms to the falling, the hopeless, the drunks and failures. blessed are the hands that type a message, throw a cig, hold a phone. blessed by the mother and the saints are those who care, and love, and see, and reach to help. blessed by god are the souls that understand.

bled more whiskey than blood- and in that single phrase i know i am understood. the nights ive sat here, sick with it, diluting cheap drink with tears and blood and the gasping pain that comes with being alone.  and yet i can open my phone and my heart and there will be someone there. we met by chance and yet the residual catholic in me speaks of fate, of angels whose wings are only visible in bluelight conversation, blog comments and silent likes. and i would be the same for you, would always be the same should the time call for it, would hold you from afar as well as i can and patch whatever wound that words can reach.

and to the moon - those pits of horror are becoming potholes to me with every word, every identical laugh, every exclamation of "GOUT!!" that the wind can take from us. ive held your hair back and youve held me crying, and we will laugh together until we crumble to dust. we will always laugh even when we have nothing else.

and the partner to the moon, another star in the skyline that becomes visible to me with every passing week- you are your own star. you are so bright and your laugh is infectious whether its as you gesticulate about dolphins or complain about wiring. your eyes have a depth and a light to them that they never did before, and when you smile or speak or just sit silent i am watching that light grow. you are not, and never will be, the darkness you came out of. i love you. i love you dearly, friend, and its a privilege to have that love in the air between us. its a privilege to know you and have watched you grow and become who you are, long hair and longer patience, you funny thing.

and you- yes, you, over the ocean. what we had for a while was marvellous.  the things i have to say to you are lost at sea, and in penance's angry grief, and in the depths of that attic. but where there is mourning, there is sentiment. keep off the coke, i hate you for it. making my clowns cry n shit. and stop making me sound like a DID faker you irritating creature, really pissed red off with that one. but i still go to see your empty at the circus and tweak his little hat and put a penny in the wrists of his threadbare gloves that are still too small despite constant wear. you will be found. i no longer hope it rains when you marry; i wrote a long time ago about breaking off from greens and purples and i am making my peace with my own writing. i hope the sun shines and its a good temperature and you both settle happily. genuinely, this time. dont fuck it up.

and to the clown in my own head that reads this blog when he thinks im away- god has blessed you with healing hands.  you bandage my stigmata and twist to salve my back, and cut plasters to fit the curves of raw knuckles. you pray when i forget to, and you are a home for the hopeless. you sing hymns to me when you believe me asleep, and place heavy palms over my hands when i stir. father verne west, you are more than your brothers. you are more than your calling. you are sent from the holy and you do god's work as it was always meant to be done. you are blessed. i know that tonight i will switch uncontrollably as i sit in the dark, and you will return to hold that space. just know that i see what you do, and i love you. you claim this to be your cross when i cant hear you,  and if it is then i will pad the wood for your comfort if i cant get you down from it.

doubtless i'll return here for sadder things, and soon, but for now things feel warmer.

i call, and the world returns. kyrie eleison,  and the christe eleison waits in the dark for me. may angels guide and bless you all

[tuxedokit-thoughts]

i want to kill myself

im not going to, but mom says i should write my feelings out. says itll help me feel better

and. i mean. i know its worked before. i have this whole thing to prove it

see even just tryping that much helped a little. at least enough that ny urges are back in the harm territory and not in yhe kill territory. which isnt great. but. yknow. ill take what i can get? i guess?

i dont know anymore. it feels like theres this gaping hole in my chest, and everything i have and everything i am is just pouring and pouring and pouring out of it until there is nothing. i dont want to be nothing.

but maybe it would be easier than this

i hardly got out of bed today. i didnt get dressed, i only ate because my brother was so gracious as to bring me a bowl of canned chicken noodle soup. he put a little rosemary in it, "to make it fancy," he said. it wasnt perfection, but it was the best goddamn soup i had ever tasted in that moment. he used the last clean bowl for it. its his favourite too, a kirby themed ramen bowl with holes for chopsticks and everything.

chicken noodle isnt even my favourite soup. fi think its just. how loved i felt? when he carried that bowl into our cramped little room from our cramped little living room.

i was standing like. an hour ago? and he asked me to try to clean a bowl for him. (he does all the household chores, save for dishes. we both hate them, but i can barely do shit else, so one really shitty chore is better than a mountain of decent ones)

i took one look at our sink, so full of dirty shit you can hardly see the faucet, and i tyrned around and let myself fall limp, face first on my bed.

i put the blanket over my feet, so that if he came in he wouldnt have to see them (even the thought of feet disgusts him, i think)

he did come in, but i dont think he realized how hard it had been for me to even do that. i think all he saw was a whiny, ungrateful, pathetic mound of flesh under a blanket. someone so useless it couldnt even clean a single bowl for him without falling apart.

i heard him clean his own bowl. i have never felt so guilty for doing absolutely fucking nothing.

he already puts up with so much shit from me. im a drug addicted, mentally unstable, sorry excuse for a person.im trying, god im trying so fucking hard, but every day is harder than the last, it seems.

still. he deserves better than this.i dont know why he bothers.

... i keep finding myself scratching my cat scratches from earlier today. it stings. i feel like i deserve it.

i know thats not true. but honestly? scratching at my hand and wrist is better than actually doing something, right? its just a sting on fresh skin. no blood, no fresh wounds. just the pain thats already there. just poking at my bruises so i feel something other than this crushing despair

god. i cant believe i said that. i mean thats a totally normal thing to say in a crisis. ive just soiled my mind with references and medias and now i cant be normal about anything haha

anyway

uh

yeah.

...

i still hate myself. but. i guess this helped me stop crying as much? i dont know. i dont know anything anymore

thats not true

i know my wrist hurts. like a cat scratch, it stings on the back, mostly because thats what it was, at first. from where both my cats claws and my own found themselves digging into my skin, i can feel a bump when i glide my finger over it. and every time the pain gets too dull, too quiet, i let my nail return to its little groove and pull, just for a moment.

i know my heart hurts. like i have been carved open, my contents unceremoniously dumped on the floor. my blood spills out on the floor over my organs and my thoughts, and as i try to clean it up the lead in my veins says stop. and so i lay there, on the ground, next to the contents of the person i have become. it is all blackened by tar and resin.

i know that every breath i have taken today has felt like a chore. like slogging out of bed at 5:45 in the morning to get ready for school, knowing i wont learn shit because all my energy will be focused on holding myself together, or at least keeping myself from shattering altogether. ill just slog through another page of the textbook, wondering why i bothered when i couldve just stayed home.

i know i am loved. even if i dont feel it. even if i dont deserve it.

i know i never had a choice in any of this

...

i know that. for now. ill keep dragging myself out of bed. keep breathing. scratch my wrist so i dont cut it.

and maybe tomorrow ill apologize to everyone whos had to put up with me

{16/11/2023}

[kitkatcadillac]

i cant stop thinking about this lady a couple of weeks ago. i hate some facets of internet lingo because a lot of time i feel like theyre so niche but get blown into these ridiculous proportions but ive never met a more karen karen in my life.

lunch rush. and she comes up already looking like shes here for war. i say hello, how are you, she responds immediately by explaining that ONLINE, it says theres a buy one get one free deal at PARTICIPATING LOCATIONS, and that YOUUU GUYS are participating. it says so.

listen. i know people love their little coupons. i will not rob you the joys of a little treat at a discount today, as much as i loathe coupons in a franchise setting. please be free. be happy. have a sammy.

but i had never heard of this promotion. i have not. i never do. we arent participating location. nobody asked us. the app tells you everything automatically participates so you haul your ass off to get a sandwich and get into the store, thats the first step to spending money, which is all a company gives a shit about.

but i told her. i told her we do not participate. we cannot participate. also, nobody asked us. (politely and professionally. it did not keep her from being grouchy.)

she repeats herself. her eyebrows are angling down further in threat.

i tell her theres nothing much i can do for her.

ive never. in my life, in real life, outside of a youtube parody, seen someone turn around, scoff, and tell me "Well I'll just go to another store then!" like its the most scathing, horrific set of words to inflict upon my person. like id go diving across the counter to beg her please, no, god! anything but that!

but im neurodivergent, and its lunch rush, and in my little walnut brain ive had a conversation and its reached its climax, weve come to an understanding, that is reasonable, and she is leaving and i need to have my manners and then move on to the next customer politely too. people are hungry!

i tell her (quite sincerely actually) "have a nice day!"

the way she WHIPPED her head around to look at me like ive insulted her entire bloodline. like ive trashed her entire wardrobe and then slapped her mother. i genuinely had no idea this woman was pissed beyond pissed until this moment and i wasnt even LOOKING at her, i was already started on the next person- but i promise you, the way her mouth thinned out and she froze there, boiling for a second. if there were not 8 people there all trying to hurry along and get food, she would have unleashed like three decades of pent up frustration on me for... what. not taking a coupon? not signing onto the company website and updating the damn thing myself??? (i cant) good lord. settle down.

[concealeddarkness13]

Fire and Steel (Speedrunning Therapy) Part 6

Content warning for needles. Here’s the next one! This one clocking in at about 7,600 words! There’s just so much good dialogue! It starts out lighthearted, but how long might that last?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, and @for-fuchs-sake!

When I woke up, I didn’t immediately recognize where I was. I gasped and tensed until I recognized Garnet and Beau. The car was parked. I was safe. I sat up, blinking and yawning, but it felt so nice to have so much sleep. “I’m sorry. How long was I asleep?”

“Not too long, don’t worry about it,” Garnet said. “Sleep if you’re tired. You’ve had a rough 48 hours.” He tapped at the screen. “It can get boring.”

“Garnet,” Beau sat up. “There’s a BIOS call three blocks from here.”

“I heard it. I’m not taking it with you and Chess here. Not getting you infected.” Beau slouched, pouting. “Not after what almost happened last time. Let someone young and dumb take it. We’re gonna hang out here for awhile.”

I frowned. It sounded serious, whatever it was. “What’s BIOS?”

Garnet took a deep breath, exhaling sharply. “Stands for BIOSerker Virus, at least that’s what the Auditors and co have been calling it. It’s like, uh, like a really bad program Synthetics can catch, like rabies. They get it and it takes over their CPU, makes them lash out on other Synthetics I’m guessing to spread it farther. Bad part is we don’t really know how it spreads or how to fix it. Auditors have been working non stop since it started a few months back, but they haven’t made much ground.

“But, pretty much it completely takes over a system and makes Synthetics extremely violent. We’ve traced it to this group that’s been protesting Synthetics. They think they shouldn’t exist. Think it’s too close to playing God and whatever. But they’ve taken credit for creating it, probably trying to scare people or infect them all.” He shrugged. “Their group is just so decentralized we don’t really know who’s running the show, or where they are. They’re just kinda…everywhere.” He turned back to Beau. “So we have to be careful.”

Beau pouted still, slumping back and crossing his arms. “I’m not scared.”

“That’s the problem.”

It sounded terrible, and I’d never want Beau to get in danger for that. I frowned. “That’s terrible.” I glanced back at Beau. “You’re people now, so that’s murder. And I agree. I don’t want you to be in danger.”

“I knew I liked you for a reason.” Garnet ruffled my hair, and I smiled a little at the praise. I didn’t remember someone telling me they liked me, at least in a kind way. “Two against one, bud. It’s decided.”

“But I think I could help.”

“Yeah, but it’s not worth losing you or losing another arm. Your parts are still on backorder, remember? Besides, Chess needs you to help look after her, remember? Technicians will help them out.” He paused, listening to something. “See, V’s gonna help. You know she’s good at it.” He glanced over at me. “So, liking everything so far, Chess? Anything you miss from your world?”

I nodded. Garnet seemed to be changing the subject on purpose. “I’m liking it. This is a beautiful place. I got to see the ocean, and Ives said that he’d take me there after he got back. But the food’s really good, and this place has dogs, so it’s way better.” I paused. Did I miss anything from my world? “And not really. I didn’t really get to enjoy anything on my world.”

“He better,” Garnet muttered. “I’ve never been a dog person myself, but I’m glad that’s a perk. There’s plenty of them around.” He tilted his head. “Nothing? Not a favorite person or thing to do? Family or friends?”

I shook my head. “I lost all my memories about two years ago, and I didn’t know anyone and was only met with hate after that. I don’t even remember what happened to me in the prosthetics experiments, just some small snippets that could be what happened. And all I really knew after that was stealing to survive and seducing strangers so I could occasionally have someone to sleep next to.” Wait shit. Had I just made everything sad again? “But do you have a favorite animal?”

“Yeesh, sorry about that. That’s…damn, that’s terrible. But, uh, kinda. More like a category of animals. I’ve always been more of a bird guy, so like hawks, falcons, owls -that sort of thing.”

“I like foxes.” Beau smiled. “They’re like a cat and a dog at the same time! And Lora said they’re good luck. Are dogs your favorite, Chess?”

I smiled. Foxes sounded amazing! Even though I had no idea what a cat was. “What are birds? But I don’t know yet. I haven’t met every animal yet. But there was an animal back on my world that I always wanted to meet. It’s called the azure snake, and its scales change color to reflect the sky above. And it eats small rodents, but once it finds a person it bonds with, it will stay with that person for life and eat the negative thoughts the person has.”

“Birds are like…well, uh, they can be really small or kinda big. They’re covered in feathers and they fly,” Garnet tried. “I might just have to let Beau show you how to use the internet and let you explore. But tell me more about this snake! It can change colors with the sky? Does it fly?”

“So you can have them as pets?” Beau sat up. “And negative thoughts? Like when you’re sad? Does it…does it bite you to do that?”

I grinned at the idea of birds. They sounded amazing! “I don’t think it flies. I don’t really know why its scales do that. But yes. It’s very rare that one will choose you, but you can have the one that chooses you as a pet. It eats sad negative thoughts and possibly even angry negative thoughts. But it only eats what will benefit its person. And no, it must have a kind of magic to eat the thoughts. It just flicks its tongue on your skin, and the thoughts are gone.”

“That’s…amazing.” Garnet blinked. “So magic is pretty common where you’re from? Are most of the animals magic there? Eating negative emotions sounds pretty good, eh?” He glanced back at Beau. “All we’ve got is alcohol.” Ah. Yeah, my world had that too.

“Don’t say that,” Beau whispered before turning to me. “I know you were…given magic. Are there people who are naturally magical? If it’s something in animals, do people have it too, or was the idea to artificially create it in people?”

I nodded. “Magic is common, but just in animals and other sentient species. Humans don’t have any magic. That’s why the prosthetics experiments were started. So humans could have magic as well. But yeah,” I snorted. “Since I don’t have an azure snake, I use alcohol too.”

“Huh.” Garnet looked thoughtful. “Probably for the best. If humans are anything like they are here, we’d probably end up making a mess of it.”

Beau frowned. “We’ve talked about this, Garnet. Stop saying mean things like that.”

“So…the people who run the experiments. Are they human?”

He was right though. Humans were pretty terrible on my world too. “Yes. They’re doing experiments to gain power and exterminate the other species. They’ve been going on for hundreds of years, and the person who started the experiments was the reason that the other species snapped and trapped all the humans in such a small space. And I tried to escape from the enclosure once, but the security is too tight. I bet some humans found a way though.”

Garnet waved as if that proved him right. Beau scowled but looked over at me. “So the experiments were in hopes of overthrowing this other species, but it only made them angry and that’s why they’ve trapped the humans?”

“If Auditors keep it up, I give it ten years before you guys do the same thing.” Garnet chuckled. Beau reached up front and smacked his shoulder, and he winced.

“Stop it, I’m serious! I bet there are good humans there too. Look at Chess, she’s good. Humans aren’t inherently bad, I wish you’d get that.” He turned back to me, but damn, I couldn’t agree with him. “So, it’s more of the humans now are having to pay for what humans before did? And I’m assuming, from what you’ve said, the world outside the enclosure isn’t kind to humans. Is it due to that distrust?”

I nodded. “Yes, and we have different ideas how to do that. One group wants to just resort to violence and kill anyone who gets in its way, and that group is rumored to also give support to the experiments. The other group wants to be completely peaceful, and they’re the ones in power, so in public the cops don’t hurt anyone. But not the case once they get you away from the public, they’ll do whatever they want. But the problem with the rulers being completely peaceful is that they decided that any victims of violent crimes just don’t exist anymore. They just turn a blind eye to them. And it’s even worse for the victims of the prosthetics experiments. They’ve decided that we don’t exist, but also that we are monsters for participating in experiments, even though there is plenty of evidence that we were forced into the experiments. And these fucking experiments have gone off and on for hundreds of years. And they never catch the people doing it. Also, I don’t know about me being good.” He’d probably be appalled by what I had done on my world.

“Sounds like the guys downtown.” Garnet frowned, glancing at Beau. “But that’s…I mean honestly that’s a terrible way to run a system -which I’m sure you know. Just pretend it doesn’t happen? How do they expect anything to get better? That people aren’t just lost in the cracks? And why punish the people who have been experimented on against their will?” He took a deep breath as I stared. He seemed to care a lot about it, but I didn’t know why. It didn’t affect him at all. Was he just that kind?

Beau turned on me, and I had to break my stare. “And we’ve had this talk. You are good! You did what you did to survive, and, clearly, it wasn’t an easy place to survive in.”

Garnet perked up. “Just because you’ve done things you aren’t proud of doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. I’ve done things I wish I hadn’t. What matters is what you’re doing now. You punched an Auditor in the face, protecting Ives, what’s bad about that?”

Well, it could have made everything worse for Ives. I sighed. “I don’t know why they thing it’s a good idea. I’ve never been around to listen to their fancy speeches. And it’s just…hard to think that way about myself yet.”

“Well, that’s alright I guess. You’ve got time to make a difference. To feel more comfortable with yourself. But you're off to a good start.” He checked his watch.

The day dragged on, and the later it got, the more I worried about Ives. It was getting close to the end of the day, and Beau was explaining how he could connect to traffic drones to see from above, and I stared out the window, trying to distract myself.

I hummed after Beau explained about the traffic drones. “Is that how you had kept track of me as I ran? I thought I lost you a couple times.”

Beau hesitated. “Well, actually, yes. I was able to link visuals with nearby drones and see which way you’d gone.”

“That’s why I let him do the running most times.” Garnet chuckled. “If it’s got a camera, Beau can get in to see it.”

“When I have to. I don’t just connect to anything. Privacy is important.”

I laughed a little. “Good. That makes me feel better about my abilities. I was pissed at myself for letting you catch up.” In the silence after that, my smile slipped, and I spoke quieter. “Shouldn’t we have heard from Ives by now?”

“Possibly, or it may take a little longer, just depending on what’s been decided,” Beau said softly. “It may be later this afternoon or possibly tomorrow.” I tensed. Why would they have him that long?

“Ives is a little older,” Garnet added quickly. “He runs on a system that’s a little different from Beau’s, so sometimes it takes him a little longer with maintenance and things. Might be half the problem.” He glanced at me. “If it gets end of shift, you can always come back to my place and wait on him there if you like.”

I nodded, still not looking from the window. Shit, I hoped everything was ok. “That would be nice. Thank you. You’ve been really kind, and I consider you…friends.” I…could I call them friends? “I guess I’ll postpone my arson until tomorrow then if Ives doesn’t come back.”

Garnet burst out laughing. “Gonna keep that off record. But don’t worry, if he’s a no-show for some reason, I’ll call up there to check on him. He’s not just gonna disappear. And thanks, we consider you a friend too.”

“Wow, Garnet, that makes four friends you’ve got now,” Beau teased.

“Alright, smartass, I could dump you out on the curb and let you walk.” He reached for the screen and did something. “I’m clocking out. Anyone need anything from the station or should we head home?”

I smiled. I had…friends. I couldn’t believe it. “Maybe my jacket? I’m getting a little cold now.” I laughed a little. “And Beau would probably get back before us because he’s fucking fast.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Garnet nodded. “I’ll go in and grab it, y’know, just in case.” Oh yeah. The Auditors.

“If you talk to Mikki, grab my charger too.”

It didn’t take long to get to the station, and Garnet got out and headed for the station. Beau and I chatted about animals, and I was smiling more. I felt so fucking safe.

Once Garnet got back and handed me my jacket, I snuggled up in it. It was so comfortable and warm. “Thank you so much. This is such a comfortable jacket.”

“Glad you like it.” Garnet seemed distracted though. “So, hungry? Seen anything you might want? Or, if you like, I can cook us up something. Not to brag, but I’m a pretty good cook.”

I perked up. “I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a while, so that sounds good. If that’s okay.”

“Well, get ready to have the best home cooked meal of your life.” He chuckled and glanced back, and I looked back too and frowned. Beau was slumped against the door, head bowed. Was he…asleep? How did that work with Synthetics? “Little shit, didn’t tell me his charge was getting low.” He chuckled, and he didn’t seem worried so I didn’t need to worry. He glanced at me. “You’re probably exhausted too, huh? You should take it easy when we get in. You’ve had a long day.”

But I had already had a nap today. But I nodded. “Thank you, but I actually feel more rested than I have in a while. So, I’m happy to help with anything you’d like me to do.”

“Shouldn’t be too much work, and it’s been awhile since I’ve cooked for anyone. You know, considering.” He thumbed back to Beau, and it made me sad all over again. Could Synthetics not eat? That was terrible. “But glad you’re getting back on your feet.”

The apartment was a ways away from the station, but it looked nice and crowded, but crowded in a good way. Garnet parked and got out, opening the door slowly for Beau, who woke up quickly.

“Here already?” he asked, taking his time standing up.

“Ch’yeah, already.” Garnet scoffed, waiting for both of us before he started walking inside. The lobby was fancy with a lot of windows, and the floors and walls were black. There was a tv and artwork, and I didn’t know where to look first. A few women came onto the elevator with us, and they kept glancing at me, but not in a bad way.

One of them leaned around to look at me. “Love your hair. Everyone’s doing pixie cuts now. I wish I could grow my hair out that long.”

My cheeks burned, not used to compliments like that. “Thank you. Love your hair too. It’s beautiful.”

The women got off the elevator first, and they even waved goodbye. It was so odd that even strangers were nice. We went up a few more floors until Garnet and Beau stepped off, and I followed them. Garnet walked down a ways until he got to a door, where he tapped a wrist to the door, which caused it to unlock. Amazing!

I walked in after them, still a little nervous about just getting comfortable in someone else’s home. The hallway opened up into a living room with a couch that looked so comfy and tv. There was a bar looking into the kitchen, with some bar stools. And the entire back wall was windows. I stared. This place was so nice!

Beau went to the bar and set up his charger before sitting down. Garnet glanced at me. “I don’t know about you, but I keep it pretty warm in here, so let me know if it’s too much.” He locked up before taking off his jacket. “I did enough time sleeping on the street in winter, I promised myself I’d never be cold again. But if it’s too warm, tell me. Get comfortable, I’m going to change clothes, you good with what you got or would you like something? Beau’s got some clothes you might fit into. I’ve got some t shirts and hoodies too if you like.”

I smiled. This was an amazing place! Maybe I could sit down on the couch. Would that be ok? “I like it warm. Thank you. And I do think I’d like to change clothes, if that’s okay.” If I didn’t have to keep the same clothes I wore all day, I’d take it. I had to wear the same clothes most of the time for days on end, so I wanted to try new clothes. Ives’s shirt had been so comfortable.

Garnet winked as he passed me. “Oh, hey, by the way. Bathroom’s here.” He pointed it out and then across the hall. “Laundry room.” And straight ahead. “Bedroom. But that’s about it.” He left and returned looking a lot more comfortable in a hoodie and sweat pants, and he was carrying shorts, a t shirt, and a hoodie. “I figured Beau’s clothes would probably fit you better. Didn’t know if you wanted sleeves or not so grabbed both.” He handed me the clothes and went into the kitchen, and I nodded. He was so nice.

Garnet slid some crackers to Beau. “You need to be more careful, bud.”

“I am. I’ll charge tonight.” He smiled and took the crackers, and I tilted my head. Maybe he could eat?

Before I went to change, I leaned over to whisper so Garnet couldn’t hear. “Would you like to talk alone tonight if we can about flirting and stuff?” A smile pulled at my lips.

Beau perked up, eyes opening with a smile. “Yeah,” he whispered. “If that’s alright. If you want to.”

I grinned. I knew he liked Garnet. “Totally. I’m always up for some good flirting.”

His hands fidgeted, and he laughed, nodding and talking a little louder. “Okay, maybe we can make a big pallet out here, like a sleep-over -right Garnet? Isn’t that what you do at a sleep-over?”

“Oh, uh, I guess. I was going to sleep on the couch if you guys wanted the bed. But sure! We can do that if you want.”

I nodded. “I’m fine sleeping in here. I don’t need a bed. Sounds fun!” I kept grinning as I left and changed, and holy shit. Beau’s clothes were so comfy. And just big enough to be even more comfy. I snuggled into them as I walked back out. “These are so comfy. You’re never getting them back.”

Beau had also changed into shorts and a hoodie, and he had moved over to the couch. He looked up and smiled. “That’s okay! You can keep them if you like! We match!”

My cheeks warmed up a bit. He was so nice. I grinned back at him. I hadn’t even realized! “That’s awesome! I love that already!” I sat down next to Beau and leaned against him, laying my head on his shoulder. He was so comfy and warm, and I reveled in the concept of physical touch that didn’t have to be sexual. “This is so nice.”

“Mhm.” Beau snuggled closer, tipping his head against mine, and I couldn’t help but gasp. It was so nice to cuddle with someone without having to think about how I had to perform. He almost sounded like he was purring. “Tomorrow’s going to be better. Ives will be back and maybe we can all do something again after work.”

I nodded, half closing my eyes. I felt so safe. But when he mentioned Ives, my confused thoughts came back. I cared about him more than I’d felt before. What did that mean? “That sounds wonderful. And…maybe you could help me out tonight too? How do you care for someone? And…I don’t know if you’ll know this, but maybe you can help me figure it out, how do you know if you’re falling in love with someone? The feelings I have for Ives…they’re more than just physical attraction. But I don’t understand them.” I barely understood what I was feeling for Beau and Garnet and the others.

Beau opened his eyes, frowning. “I…I don’t know. At least, about love. I’d imagine caring for someone is easy. Like, getting to know them, what makes them happy, what…wait, did you say Ives?” He picked his head up, still whispering. But he looked surprised. “Ives? Like, Ives from this morning? Our Ives?”

My cheeks burned, and I nodded. “Yes. He has a dog and he’s really handsome and he’s been so kind and careful around me and I’m not used to that. So, I don’t know if it’s love, but it’s something more than just physical attraction.”

Beau sat up, turning to fully face me and taking my hands. He was so gentle. “You just…it…you don’t care that he’s Synthetic? That he isn’t human?” He looked closely at me, smiling. “That’s okay?”

I frowned. “Why would I care about that?” I held his hands as well, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles. “You have thoughts and feelings, so you’re people to me.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know. I didn’t think…but he’s good to you? I know he’s quiet, and people take it as thinking he’s superior, but I know he can be careful. He worried a lot about you when you first came in. He messaged me with a hundred questions. But you care about him, like a person. That’s…” He paused. “That’s why you attacked that Auditor, isn’t it?”

Well, I’d do that for any of the squad I had met. I would have done the same for Beau. I looked away though, getting flustered. “He’s good to me.” My cheeks burned worse, thinking of how gentle and kind he had been, and about kissing him. “And yes, that was why. I want to protect him. They were treating him like an object. And, honestly, I want to protect all of you. You’ve been so kind to me. It’s the least I can do.”

Beau giggled and leaned around to try and look me in the eyes. “I think, if you were willing to break the nose of an Auditor, you really do care for him. And not everyone thinks like you, I know that. There are people who don’t even want us to exist. But, if it’s okay to ask, what does it feel like? What are the feelings?”

My cheeks burned somehow worse. I barely even understood how I was feeling. “I’m not really sure. I’ve never felt this before. But it’s like my chest gets warm, and I get flustered around him when I never have before with someone else, and I want to make him smile, and he makes me feel safe, and I just feel confused!”

He smiled, squeezing my hands. “I think you do. I…I don’t really know for sure because I’m trying to learn what love is too. But, those are very selfless feelings and they don’t sound bad. Maybe stay with them, follow them. See what happens!”

I nodded, smiling hesitantly. I actually had a chance. None of them were just going to leave me. I had time. “Thanks. I’ll try. But what about you? Do you want to start talking about your feelings?”

“O-oh.” He blinked, his smile disappearing. “Well, I…I think I know what you mean. At least, most of those things.” He looked away this time, shoulders rising. “I know you say we have thoughts and feelings too, I just…sometimes I wonder if they’re real. I’m supposed to understand people and their feelings, and sometimes I don’t know if it’s me or a program.”

I leaned against him, trying to help him feel more comfortable. I hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable! I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “The way I see it, I’ve seen you make decisions on your own and have feelings that are your own. I’ve seen humans with less decisiveness and thoughtfulness. So, those are real, damnit.”

Beau leaned against me and hugged me suddenly, and I gasped again, just not used to it. But it was amazing. People were able to have this kind of closeness all the time and they didn’t do it? He laughed, sounding a little mechanical. “Thank you,” he squeaked.

I shook myself out of my surprise, hugging him back tightly. “You’re the first person here that I felt comfortable around. Please don’t discount how amazing you are as a person.”

“Oh no.” He laughed a little, pulling back and pressing his hands to his face. “Don’t say that. I’m still new and learning.” He smiled as he peered between his fingers. “I want to be more like you. Punching Auditors in the face.” He snickered and dropped his hands.

I had to convince him that he was good and a person. “Well, I think you’re doing a fucking amazing job of it already. Your reassurances…helping me feel better about myself. It’s like you’re punching all the people who said awful things to me in the faces!”

“Really?” He fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves, still smiling. “Well, like you said I do get a warm feeling, like all my circuits are going to short out, but I’m so comfortable at the same time. Like I belong somewhere finally.” He glanced carefully over at Garnet. I was right! “I just worry maybe it’s just me. How do you know they feel the same way? Is that what flirting is for?”

I smiled softly, also glancing over at Garnet. He was busy making the food that was smelling so good. “That does sound like strong feelings for him, but I’m also clueless when it comes to love. But yeah, flirting helps you see if the other person is interested. Though, with him, let’s stay away from sexual flirting, since he’s not interested in that. I can think of a few now for you to try at dinner, or we could wait until tonight to really discuss it.”

Beau clamped his hands to the side of his face, looking very worried. Fuck. “Oh no. No, no, no. I don’t think I could. Not yet. What if I say something wrong? What if it’s…if he…doesn’t.”

My smile fell away, and I gently took his hands away from his face, rubbing my thumbs along them soothingly. “And what if you say the exact right thing and he asks to marry you now? If you’re gonna think of the worst case scenario, you have to also think of the best case scenario.” I smiled a little. “It’s not something that anyone will get right the first time. Mistakes aren’t the end of the world.”

He froze and finally took a deep breath, nodding. “Okay…okay. I can try. What should I say?”

I smiled encouragingly. “Flirting is generally about the person’s appearance or implying things from what they said. It could be as simple as ‘Garnet, this dinner is as hot as you!’ But that is cheesy, so I’m not sure that will work. He seems to enjoy dumb jokes, since he laughed at mine today. So, actually, he might like the cheesy stuff. So, if you want to go for simple and see how he reacts, maybe start with that. Generally, I base my flirts on responses to what was said before, which is more complicated, but can lead to some fun flirts. If he mentions the temperature again, especially if he mentions it might be too warm, you can agree with him and say it’s steamy in here with him. That’s also a tiny bit more subtle. Let’s see, talking about sleep, you can mention that you want to sleep with him, but maybe make sure to mention that you’re interested in cuddles, since he’s not interested in sex. Does any of that help?”

“I think so…” Beau looked thoughtful before nodding. “I think I can do that!”

“Alright gremlins, dinner’s done. Chess, you want anything particular to drink? I know you said water doesn’t help your fire situation, but is it OK for you to drink? I’ve also got some sodas and sports drinks -they’re kinda fruity.” Beau opened a mouth to say something, but he didn’t, just sinking lower on the couch.

So, I had to help him along. I stood up. “Water sounds good, but I do think Beau’s thirsty too.” I nudged him with a wink.

Garnet grabbed something and paused, turning to us with a frown. “Thirsty? You gotta coolant leak or somethin’ bud?”

Beau drew in a breah, sitting up straighter. “I might. You’re hot enough to burn the place down.” Garnet sputtered, which was a great sign! Beau looked over at me and offered a thumbs up, and I gave him one back with a grin. I mouthed ‘Awesome!’ to him.

Garnet finally got his coughing under control, turning back to us. “Wha-what’d you say?” He was snickering. Good!

“You’re hot!” Beau said louder, and I had to hide a grin behind my hand.

Garnet was certainly grinning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine. Maybe you should ditch the pullover to cool down.” Ooh! And he winked. He wanted Beau to strip!

Beau sank back down on the couch, smearing his hands down his face as he looked over at me. I nodded encouragingly, leaning down to whisper. “You’re doing great! Sounds like he wants to see you just in your t shirt without your hoodie, and that’s very promising.”

“But now I have to go sit over there,” he hissed, but he was smiling. “How do you do this? Doesn’t it make you anxious?”

“Oh hell yeah, it did when I was trying it with Ives. But I could do it, so you can too!” I grinned and pulled him up and helped him take off the hoodie.

“Ives can flirt?” he wheezed. “Ives??”

I shook my head. “No, I was doing the flirting really.” I pulled him over to the bar, and he shuffled over to the far bar stool.

Garnet handed me the bowl of food that smelled so amazing, as he looked over at Beau. “You’re wearing the Penguins’ tee I got you.” He leaned on the counter, grinning. “Looks good. Right, Chess?”

I sat down on the barstool two down from Beau, to let Garnet sit next to him if he wanted. “Yeah, he looks nice, doesn’t he? Do you know where that shirt would look even better?”

“I could think of a few places.” Garnet propped his chin on a hand. Oh yeah. He totally wanted Beau to strip.

“Your food is getting cold!” Beau blurted. “You don’t want the meal to go to waste, and bacteria begins to grow at 135 degrees. You don’t want food poisoning do you?”

Garnet chuckled, grabbing his own bowl and moving around to sit between us. Yes! “I am glad to see you like it.” He placed a hand on Beau’s back, sweeping it across his shoulders. But then he turned his attention to me. Damn. “So, tell me what you think. Is it good, or is it good? I tried not to make it too spicy.”

I couldn’t help but grin when Beau mumbled from behind his hands. “Yeah, good, since you’re hot enough.”

I finally took a bite, having been distracted by Beau’s flirting efforts, which were amazing, by the way. And…holy shit. How did anyone get anything done when there was amazing food like this? “This is amazing! Thank you! But I’m good with more spice next time.”

“Told you I could cook. I’m more than just a pretty face.” Garnet nudged Beau, who curled up a little. “Well, have as much as you want. I hate putting away leftovers. Once we’re done I’ll drag out some blankets for you guys, get a pallet going.”

“I can get them.” Beau tried to stand, but Garnet pressed on his shoulder.

“Oh no, buddy. You’re committed to the bit now.” He laughed, getting Beau to sit back down before he turned to me. “So, I sent out a few emails today, and I was just checking my inbox making dinner, and I might have a few leads on getting you an internship at a few places. I got a dog daycare, a receptionist at a vet’s office, and a pet walking place. Now, you don’t have to commit to anything right now. I let them know it might be a second, but I wanted you to know you’ve got some options so far.” He started on his meal.

I smiled. I could actually get a job? Really? “Thank you so much. I’ve never had a job before, but I’ll work hard. I’ll need to discuss the options before I can decide though.”

“Absolutely, and take your time. No sense in rushing into things if you’re not ready. We’ll get you familiar with things around here first, but thought you should know you’re in high demand.” He chuckled. “Think you’re gonna do great, kid.”

Oh shit. I had to look away as tears blurred my vision, and I ate some bites to give me some time to pull myself together. I just…had never thought I’d have this…friendship? And it was better than I even imagined. “Thank you. You’re amazing.” I sniffled, and I needed to help Beau, and maybe I could distract. “Doesn’t…doesn’t Beau look so handsome?”

“Of course he is.” Garnet chuckled. “Don’t call him the Beautician for nothing.” He nudged Beau with his shoulder before reaching over him for his charger. “Alright, alright, here, before you short out or something.” He helped connect the charger to Beau’s neck before ruffling his hair. “You two better not stay up too late in here. You don’t wanna be too tired when Ives shows up.” Garnet finished his meal and got up, bringing it to the sink. “I’ll grab some blankets and pillows.”

I smiled. “Thank you!” Once Garnet left the room, I scooted over to Beau to whisper. “You did awesome! Do you want to ask him for cuddles tonight?”

“I don’t know if my systems could take it.” He wheezed a laugh, pushing hair from his face. “Just the idea of only a hug right now almost makes me overload. And, besides, I can’t leave you out here on your own. That wouldn’t be fair. It can be scary to be in a new place by yourself.” He smiled and sat a little straighter. “I have to charge anyway and I usually do that out here.”

I nodded. “Okay. Whatever you want. But you did great!” I nudged him playfully, grinning.

He giggled and glanced over at Garnet as he walked back in the room with tons of blankets. They looked so comfy! I hurried and finished my meal as he set them down. “I’ve got more if this isn’t enough. Just let me know.” He nudged the couch, and Beau got up and helped him move it to the wall so they could spread out the blankets in several layers. Garnet left and came back with tons of pillows, and I just stared. This was going to be so comfortable! Beau and Garnet finished up the pallet, and Garnet whispered something to Beau, mussing his hair.

Garnet squeezed his shoulder and went to the windows, closing the blinds, making it nice and dark inside. He went back to the kitchen and started cleaning up. “So, you stayed the night with Ives last night? What was that like? He say more than two words?”

My cheeks burned as I got up and handed my plate to Garnet. “Yes, he was nice. He washed my clothes, while I wore some of his. And those clothes swallowed me.” I laughed a little, hating how flustered I sounded. “He let me sleep in his bed with him since I didn’t want to be alone, and Niner slept on the bed too. He was very sweet.”

“Get out.” Garnet froze for a moment before taking my plate. “The fuckin’ tinman has a bed?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, good, he better be sweet. I know a recycling facility I could probably make a year’s rent if he wasn’t…Really didn’t think he had it in him, if I’m honest. He’s always been a little…” He paused, frowning. “Closed off. Uh, separated.” He waved a hand in front of his face. “Was worse when he first showed up, but, I guess he was too.” He motioned to Beau with the dish brush. “But good, he better keep it up.”

Huh. I hadn’t gotten that impression of him at all. “He didn’t seem that way to me. He asked questions and helped reassure me when I didn’t feel good about myself. And when I had a nightmare…” My cheeks burned. “He comforted me.”

“You have trouble sleeping too, huh?” Garnet glanced up at me. “I would’ve lost money on that bet. Ives just, I dunno, he changed after he went to breaching. But what do I know, I haven’t talked to him since. I’m glad he’s softening up. And he better keep it up. Sounds like you might be good for him.”

My cheeks burned worse. I could help him? “I’m sorry that happened. And yeah, I get nightmares too easily, and it’s hard for me to go to sleep afterwards.”

Garnet waved away what I first said. “Don’t apologize. It’s nothing you did. Ives is good at what he does, and I know he’s good at, well, it’s easy to feel safe when he’s around. Got that bodyguard vibe to him.” He chuckled. “Maybe you’ll bring him back around. But I feel you about the nightmares. If it happens tonight don’t feel like you can’t come get me. I’m up half the time anyway.”

I nodded, coming up with an idea. “Thank you. I might take you up on that offer. And maybe if Beau’s up, I’ll bring him along for cuddles.” I winked, a smirk pulling at my lips.

“Ha.” He looked down at the sink, but I noticed the color on the bridge of his nose. He was totally interested! “Yeah, doesn’t sound like a bad idea. But I’m serious. Nightmares are ugly. I’m just down the hall, for anything really.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Clean up didn’t take much longer, and once everything was ready, Beau plugged in his charger closer to the pallet and snuggled up in the blankets up to his nose. And I snuggled in the blankets too. This was so comfy. I would never want to leave.

“G’night gremlins,” Garnet called when he left for his room.

“Goodnight Garnet,” Beau called back, sounding a little muffled.

“Good night!” I called too. And then I rolled over and snuggled close to Beau, keeping my voice low. “You know, I’ve confirmed that Garnet is very interested in cuddles with you.”

“Does he?” Beau smiled. “I was hoping so. I think I’d like cuddles. You humans are so warm. It’s comfortable.”

I nodded. Cuddles were the best. “So, when you feel up to it, don’t feel worried about asking. He’s interested in you too.”

He scooted closer, resting his head against mine. My breath hitched, and I snuggled my face into his neck. “Thank you, Chess.” He fell quiet, and I closed my eyes, feeling so safe as I fell asleep.

*

Rough hands grabbed me, and I screamed as I was pulled up, hoisted up enough that I couldn’t get my feet on the ground. I flailed, unsure if this was a nightmare or what was really happening, and someone slapped a hand over my mouth. I tried to kick and struggle, but I wasn’t able to connect as more people grabbed my arms, mumbling things to each other as I didn’t register what they said, just trying to get free.

I couldn’t tell who was holding me, but my eyes found Beau, and…I knew this wasn’t a nightmare. I stared at him as tears streaked down my cheeks. I couldn’t fight on my own.

Beau did tackle one of them, but then he fell, curling up on himself. I stared and more tears streaked down my cheeks. They were going to hurt him. I…I couldn’t let that happen. I wasn’t worth it.

The person who first grabbed me leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “Make a sound, try and fight and he gets wiped.” I stared at Beau. I couldn’t let that happen. “One pull of the trigger and he’s gone. You want that?”

I shook my head, falling still and not making a noise. Beau made a series of clicks, and a sob wracked my body. It was all my fault. Why did I think that I could be happy? I was always an experiment. I had just been endangering them being near them.

They drug me toward the door, and I let them. “You try and run and we’ll shut down the IV5 unit too. C’mon.” The person who had hurt Beau followed as they pulled me out of the apartment and outside to a car. They shoved me in, crowding in after me and pressing me against the opposite door as they put cuffs on my wrist and started taking measurements of my arm. The car sped off, and I was getting farther away from the only friends I had ever known. The person in the passenger seat handed the people in the back something that looked like a gun, but when they pointed it at me, a red light came out of it, and they ran it over my prosthetic arm. I just leaned against the window and curled in on myself, barely listening to what they were saying about my prosthetic. There wasn’t anything I could do. I…I was forever an experiment.

“Take a blood sample so we can get this expedited back to the lab. We can get more later if need be.”

That made me tense as my breathing sped up. Needles. Anything but needles. I coughed up some smoke as tears streaked down my cheeks. “What…what do you want from me?”

The man next to me sneered. “We need to know where this tech came from. Who gave it to you? We took readings from IV5’s archives and it’s nothing known to man. Where did you get it? Where?”

I just stayed quiet. He hadn’t threatened me or anyone else, so I wasn’t about to tell him shit.

He looked up front. “Understands and speaks English.” He reached over and pressed my forehead back, and my skin crawled as he stared at me. “Eye color is inhuman, not contacts. Expelling smoke, mostly likely stress induced.”

“Possibly another extraterrestrial contact?” someone from the front asked.

“Possibly. Unless we have modified aspects or genetics. But a blood sample should tell us what we need to know.” He pressed his glasses up his bandaged nose, and oh. I just now recognized him as the bastard who had been so mean to Ives. I glared back at him as he continued. “This is for breaking my nose.”

I clenched my jaw. “I’d love to break your nose again, you bastard.”

“Try it and I’ll let them know to scramble IV5. We can easily reprogram him, same as he was, just without any memory of you. Maybe see if we can play around and make him hostile.” He shrugged, holding me still as a rough hand grabbed my left arm so he could take the sample. I squeezed my eyes shut at the sight of the needle, starting to hyperventilate, but I stayed as still as I could. I couldn’t let them hurt Ives.

“There you go. You’re kinda smart, aren’t you?”

“We’re coming up on the tunnel. Go ahead and sedate her to make admission easy. We don’t want her causing a scene and getting doctors involved. Not until we can bring them some goods.” More needle pricks, and I couldn’t help but sob.

I felt dizzy, even sound getting muffled. “Make note there’s a hardening of the dermis around contact of the modifications. Possibly reaching beyond the first points of contact. Leave to study later…” I welcomed the unconsciousness when it swallowed me.

[storiesofsvu]

Im honestly not even excited for tonight based off of what ive heard already. Im more ready for grey’s cause Addison. Lol. I will be making gifs while watching to occupy myself. Nonetheless… here we go..

I really need this detective and bell to date. Pls.

Oky WHY do they continually let victims families/civilians out in the field with them?! Like this is not okay… this is not ideal, this is not legal…

“do you think we can trust him to do this?” THANK YOU AYANNA. God.

Genuinely surprised they didn’t have the building fully surrounded wtf? Like yeah the boys got there eventually but woof.

Me chanting: flirt! Flirt! Flirt! Flirt! At the queers.

Ayanna: eye fucks her

Me: YAAS.

Okay, that’s a win for this episode that’s all I care about lol

Ah yes… dorm life… because eli who canologically should be like 14 is in college…

Moving on!

Tbh based on the promo I am kinda interested in mothership tonight, lets see how that goes lol.

Okay… so the promo had me thinking that Nolan would be a major witness and sam was running point on the case the whole time so im kinda bummed.

I was distracted actually watching and also gaffing but I have 2 notes:

-hugh dancy was WAY off his eyeline mark on his “its my decision sam!” line

-loved the way sam continually called Nolan out this episode. Loved that.

Okay… Churlish *doesn’t drink* but she thinks it’s a good idea to go UC on a roofie case? Wtf girl?!

Really?! REALLY?! They had to make these fucking sleezeballs Canadian!? Fuck you.

The EXACT same moment this pricks cl phone buzzed “redhead” my phone went off with a tinder notification.. I think that’s a sign from hell… defs not opening that app

Why is her water in a plastic cup? Like, I get that we have plastic glassware at my bar but it’s not like, plastic solo cups, theyre plastic cups that look just like our glass ones and you cant tell til you pick them up.

“you don’t have to say everything you think…” LOL.

This is like, a full personal opinion, but I don’t like them wearing their badges around their necks, when they’re on the belt’s it just looks better, they don’t get in the way, but that may just be me.

Okay, again, I get the loyalty and not liking all of your coworkers (beeeelieve me there) but like, there’s a time and a place, you can still be professional and courteous while absolutely hating someone lol. These guys are all being ridiculously immature about it. (also its weird Velasco & muncy are still allowed to be partners???)

Churlish is really out there what? Trying to tie muncy to this case or shit? Again, I understand if it maybe came up a little LATER in the case but for right now you’re just going to check out that bartender, talk to him, get his story. If something doesn’t line up THEN you’d go through his socials…

Man churlish is TINY isn’t she??

Man, they are pushing veluncy way too hard for me right now. Even if it’s just friends, there’s so many looks between them and this is considering they haven’t spoken in a week or whatever? Can we pls not do this.

Churlish really went and baited herself without clearing it with anyone AND making it look like muncy was trying to set her up…

“youre saying this was her idea?” MUNCY WHAT DID CHRULISH JUST FUCKING SAY IN THE VAN?

“you slid into her dms!?” muncy’s SO fucking angry, her little hand?! HAHAHA

Man if olivia felt like she was babysitting *before* she must absolutely hate this shit now. Like…as someone who is a manager and the team used to all be in their 30’s and very unproblematic, staying in their own lanes and now my team has babies on it, it’s annoying af.

The way Bruno had that work conversation while looking like he was flirting was some *prime* acting.

There’s only 15 mins of this left… is it a two parter?

Ok so the drug is in the salt?

The black shirt grace has on looks exactly like one molly has lol

Not surprised there’s a girl involved in this to get them outta the bathrooms

Ah… the limes.. okay…good to know nothing can be trusted in bars. (although… bartender pro tip… don’t ever put the fruit into your drinks or into your mouth. A very large amount of hands touch those fruits, and who tf knows the last time they’re washed, they’re constantly touching dirty dishes, money, debit cards, etc AND a large number of places probably don’t wash their fruits…)

Aside from giving teddy her pic for bait HOW WAS SHE RECKLESS?? SHE DIDN’T FUCKING DRINK! How was she supposed to know it was the limes???

But also yeah, she does have to be there for the right reasons and work with the team otherwise it aint gonna work.

This episode was… I dunno man the vibes are off. That’s all I got.

[sckjoldr]

Fuck im so torn on whetevwr i should just give up being friend with this one friend i have or just give up on trying to express my sadness to them and just keep on this sadness cycle because when i want to leave them i have to cut contact with our whole friend group aswell

I cant continue wirh this anymore i feel morw and more resentful eacj time we have a conflict because he just exits the conversation and then comes bacl like nothing happened or when i try to mend this he has a mental breakdown and does something bad to himself and i feel like i was the cause

I feel genuelny horrible all the time so i just bottle up all my fewlings just so he could be comfortable because i know how hard his life is but man i cant do this anymore it seems like his self hatred has circled back into like narcisism?? I havent heard him say thank you or sorry to me in like monhts. When i feel uncomfortable about something he does he spirals and tellls me like lol or skill issue or get over it but god forbid i say something that ticks him off becayse then ihave to apologize and change myself (which is understandable but DAMN id hoped that hed be as undestanding as i am aswell)

Fuck ive had this growing feeling for this whole year i can count things that made me feel bad and theres like 20 dofferent occasions

- when we habged out irl he constantly was pessimistic and angry and hostile towards anything and everything that it got exhausting (talking about how much he hates babies and kids so loudly on a street that everyone heard, when we talked about organizing some things with our friend group he shut me off because it "wont happen pr would be too hard etc"

- i kind pf came out to the gang as nonbinary and he replied with: "huh since when what idc bye" and left the convo (seeing as he is trans k hoped he would be the most supportive so this threw me off so bad

- not only that every time i express my feelings of solitude in our rant chat he either ignores it or answers: how are you lonely ypu have ypur bf

- or he just derails my rant to speak about how he has it harder and then he gets mad when we cant reply to him with anything helpful and exits the convo

- fucking the last one i wanted to draw our firedn group as furries as a cute thing and when i asked him and others what animal they would like to be he answered woth hostiliyy like "no i wil never be a furry" and then when i stsrted jsut drawing and showung it to them he got angry about not being able to choose his species ?? Told him that i was already drawing him i cant change now and he answered "whatever its gonna be dumb anyway"

I got so fickign mad at that that i snapped back at him and then he started spiraling again of course telling me atuff like "whatever im not wanted anyway then ill just kms" and started talking abput all kinds of horrible stuff

I just left our server at that i was so exhausted of his shit im tired man but

Ive never felt lonelyer than now ive been off discord for like 3 days and i feel awful im isolated form my friends ans they dont even seem to care that im missing a d this kid has already forgotten this conflict as alwaya so ill never get the actual fuckigng apology id like

Oeh man i just wish i was treated nicely by the people ive known for 4 years now

[waitimcomingtoo]

I Got You, Babe ~ T.H

chapter six: home again

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Tom practically ran down the hospital hallway and followed the nurse to your room. When he walked through the door, he saw you lying in a hospital bed with several machines hooked up to you. He immediately rushed to your side and dropped to his knees beside your bed.

“Darling. Oh my God.” He slipped his hand into yours and kissed it. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m okay.” You smiled weakly. “I’m just a little banged up. I tripped down the stairs of my apartment.”

“You did? I hate those stairs. They’re too steep. This is my fault. I should’ve been there.” He frowned and kissed your hand again. “I’m so sorry about our fight. We don’t have to move anywhere.”

“We can talk about all of it later, okay? I’m just glad you came.” You said as you squeezed his hand.

“Of course I did. I came as soon as you called. Is the baby okay?”

“I’m not sure. The doctor ran some tests but she hasn’t come back in yet.” You gulped as your eyes drifted over to the many machines you were hooked up to. You had an IV in and two different heart monitors, one of you and one for the baby. Tom looked at the machines and gave you a smile so you wouldn’t worry.

“Tom, what do you do if….” You trailed off and looked at him with terror in your eyes. You didn’t have to say it, he knew what you were thinking.

“Shhh.” He shook his head. “Don’t think about that. The baby is fine.”

“What if she’s not?” You teared up. “I landed on my hip but who knows?”

“I know.” He said firmly. “You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because we had a one in a million chance of making this baby. Nobody gets pregnant from a one night stand, but we did. We were destined to have a baby together. I know we were.”

“What if this is the universes cruel way of punishing us for being apart?” You gulped. “I haven’t called you on 4 weeks. I didn’t stick by your side like I promised I would. This could be my reckoning.”

“Hey.” He smiled softly and cupped your chin as you started to cry. “I love you, okay darling? Nothing changes that. Even if, God forbid, something happens to this baby. We will still be a family and I will still be by your side. I promise.”

Hot tears slipped down your cheeks and you found yourself speechless. You nodded to let Tom know you heard him and pressed your forehead again his. The doctor came in suddenly and you both sat up.

“Oh, good. Dads here.” The doctor said as she shut the door behind her.

“Is everything okay?” Tom asked. “How’s the baby?”

“Relax. Your baby is fine.” The doctor assured you. “The heartbeat is regular, you haven’t had any contractions, and the placenta is still attached. Falls are scary but this was minor. You got lucky. You don’t have to worry.”

“Are you sure?” You didn’t relax yet. “I was bleeding.”

“That was just some spotting.” She shrugged. “It’s normal. Nothing to worry about.”

“Thank God.” You sighed in relief. “I was so scared.”

“Don’t be. Clumsiness is normal for the third trimester. Take a look. You have a healthy baby girl in there.” The doctor pointed to the screen as she pressed the wand to your bump. You and Tom looked at your baby and immediately felt the tension leave your bodies. Tom kissed your shoulder before resting his head down on it.

“Look at her.” He sighed. “She’s beautiful. Beautiful and strong just like her mom.”

“No. She’s evil. How could you scare me like that? All I’ve done is keep you warm and safe and this is how you repay me?” You playfully scolded your bump.

“We should go home and get some rest. You’ve had enough excitement for one night.” Tom said as he stroked your hair.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after this.” You admitted as the doctor unhooked you from the machines.

“I figured. Your heart rates still a little high so I’m prescribing some medication to help with your anxiety. Take one tonight. It should help you fall asleep.“ The doctor said as she wrote something down on a prescription pad.

“Thank you. For everything.” Tom said and took the prescription. He wheeled you out of the hospital in a wheelchair, despite your many protests. You stopped by the pharmacy to pick up your prescription before driving to your apartment. When you walked into your bedroom, Tom noticed Infinity War was paused on your TV.

“You were watching my movie?“ He said softly and looked over at you. It made him feel good to know that you were still supporting him even when you were fighting.

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “I wanted to see what you could do.”

“What did you think?” He asked coyly, making you playfully roll your eyes.

“I still don’t like superhero movies. But I think you’re really talented.” You said as you walked over to him. He put his hands on your shoulders and rubbed them up and down before touching his forehead to yours.

“Thank you. So are you. You’re an incredible baker. I never should’ve said that you should give up your career. Your work is just as important as mine.”

“Thank you for saying that.” You smiled softly. “I’m glad you came around. Having a bakery is non negotiable for me.”

“I understand. Of course.”

“But being with you is also a non negotiable.” You continued, making him smile. “And I guess the location doesn’t really matter. I could open a bakery in London and let Leo run the one here. They’ve been doing a really good job lately. I think they could handle it.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” Tom encouraged you. “Leo would be a fantastic business owner.”

“You were right about a lot of things.” You admitted. “Moving to London is the most obvious choice for us. It makes perfect sense. I shouldn’t have fought you on it. I was just scared.”

“Scared of what?” He wondered.

“My whole life is about to change once this baby is born. And if I sell my apartment and my bakery, I won’t have any pieces of my old life left.” You smiled sadly. “I guess I wasn’t ready to give it all up yet. But I am now. I’m a mother now, and I have to do what’s best for my daughter.”

“Are you sure?“ Tom asked. “I don’t want you to have to give up anything for me. Especially not your home.”

“I’m sure.” You nodded. “I want our daughter to grow up close to her family. It’s not like my family is gonna be there for her.”

“I never should’ve said anything about your family.” He sighed. “It wasn’t my place. I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. I want to be where your family is because they’re gonna love and support the shit out of this kid. That’s all I could ever want for our daughter. Hell, that’s all I ever wanted for myself.”

“I love and support the shit out of you.” Tom smiled and cupped your chin.

“You do? Still?”

“Always.” He promised. “My love isn’t conditional. No matter what we do or say to each other, I will always love you. Nothing changes that.”

“I love you too.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He kissed you back before putting his hands on your face to deepen the kiss. It had been weeks since he kissed you last and he seriously missed you.

“Let’s never fight again.” He said when he pulled away.

“I love you, but we are 100% going to fight again.” You chuckled and kissed his face a few times.

“Yeah. Let’s just pretend we won’t fight again for tonight.”

“Sounds good to me, love.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again.

“You’ve had a long day. Let’s go to bed.” He said and took your hand. You both changed into pajamas and got into your bed. Tom bought you a bed frame early in the relationship, insisted that sleeping on a floor mattress could not be good for the baby. You laid in bed together with your head on his shoulder and caught up on the last few weeks of your life.

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t having your baby?” You wondered as you traced patterns on his chest.

“Yes. I’m sure of it.” He said as he looked at you. “I liked you from the moment we met. And I loved you as soon as I got to know you. I think we would’ve been together even if I used protection that night.”

“How romantic.” You furrowed your eyebrows and laughed.

“You know what? Let’s get a place in New York.” He decided. “I’m here all the time for work anyway. We can get a big apartment with lots of space for our daughter to play. And you can stay there when you’re feeling homesick.”

“Really?” You smiled hopefully.

“Really.” He nodded. “Your needs as just as important as mine. If New York is important to you, then it’s important to me too.”

“Thank you.” You put a hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. “I really appreciate that. And so will our daughter when she has her first taste of New York candied peanuts.”

“You know, we should probably start thinking about names.” He said and tucked your hair behind your ear. “We can’t call her “our daughter” forever. Do you have any that you like?”

“I really like the idea of naming her after a song.” You told him. “When I was a little girl, I always wished there was a song with my name in it so I could pretend was about me. And I want our daughter to have something in the media that will always remind her of herself.”

“That could be cute.” He nodded. “Give me some examples.”

“Lots of songs mention girls names. There’s Delilah, Eileen, Roxanne, Beth, Rosemary, Betty Caroline, Georgia Rose, to name a few.”

“What song is Georgia Rose from?” Tom wondered.

“Best Song Ever by One Direction.”

“Oh. I never really listened to One Direction. What’s the song called?”

“Best Song Ever.” You said again.

“No I know it’s their best song, but what’s it called?”

“Best Song Ever.” You repeated and looked at him strangely.

“Yes. I understand.” He smiled tightly. “But which song is their best song ever?”

“I already told you! The title of the song is Best Song Ever.” You shouted.

“We said no more fighting!” He shouted back.

“Oh my God.” You covered your face and let out a laugh. Tom laughed as well and pulled you closer to kiss your head.

“We could name her Stacy.” He suggested. “And then you could fulfill your childhood dream of having a song about you.”

“How so?”

“Stacy’s mom has got it going on.” He sang softly, making you laugh.

“Aw. That’s a cute idea.” You smiled. “Oh! Jolene. That’s another one.”

“Doesn’t Jolene kinda have a bad reputation? She stole Dolly’s man.” Tom reminded you.

“It’s never confirmed whether Jolene took her man or not.” You shrugged. “All we know is that she could’ve taken Dolly’s man. Maybe she heard the song and decided not to take him.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I listen to it.” He chuckled before looking over at the dresser. “Oh, here. The anxiety medication.”

“Thanks. Do you have any names you want to add to the list?” You asked as you took the medication.

“I don’t know. I just like alliteration. If we’re giving her my last name, an “h” name might be cute.” He suggested.

“Don’t you like Harry Potter? We could name her Hagrid.”

“We’re not naming our baby girl Hagrid.”

“But we can’t name her Harry. You already have a brother named Harry.” You pointed out.

“That wasn’t the issue.”

“Hospital.” You snapped your fingers. “We could name her Hospital Holland. It’s an homage to where she’ll be born.”

“I think the medication is kicking in.” Tom realized. “That stuff works fast.”

“Huckleberry.” You continued. “Aw. That’s such a pretty name.”

“It’s just not.”

“I’m putting it on the list.” You typed it onto the list on your phone. “What else? Hereditary, hollandaise, hot sauce, Highway to Hell, Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Okay. I think it’s time for bed.” He took your phone and set it down on the dresser.

“HBO Max sign in. That begins with an “h”. That could be cute. I bet no one else in her class will have that name.” You continued to list off.

“I’m sure they won’t, darling. And neither will she. How do you turn this thing off?” He pointed the remote at your TV to turn it off. He hit a button and accidentally changed the channel to Modern Family.

“I love this show.” You gasped and grabbed his arm. “It’s my favorite show.”

“I like it too.” He smiled. “I haven’t seen it in a while.”

“My sister and I used to watch it together all the time. The Dunphy sisters reminded us of our relationship.” You said as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Who was who?” He asked you.

“She was Haley. I was Alex. We used to call each other that as nicknames. Nobody understood why except for us.” You smiled at the memory as you watched the TV. Your smile fell suddenly as your eyes glazed over.

“I miss my Haley.” You whispered. Tom turned and looked at you, unsure of how to navigate this situation. You rarely opened up about your family so to hear you be vulnerable about it made him determined not to drop the ball. An idea came to him suddenly and he sat up straight.

“Haley’s Comet.” He gasped.

“What?”

“I know it’s not a song, but it’s still a part of popular media. We could name her after Haley’s Comet.”

“Why would we name her after Haley’s Comet?”

“Think about it. If the comets orbital path is once every 75 years, seeing it is a once in a lifetime experience. Well, I think conceiving this baby after meeting one time was a one in a lifetime experience for us. The way we came together as a family is rare. And so is Haley’s Comet.”

“That’s true.” You agreed. “Our story is pretty unique to us.”

“Exactly. And when Haley’s Comet comes back to earth one day while the whole talks about how excited they are to see it, she’ll feel special and know that she’s just as rare as that comet. Plus, it reminds you of your sister and your favorite show.” He explained as he pointed to the TV.

“Haley?” You cracked a smile. “Haley Holland?”

“Haley Holland.” He nodded, liking the way it rolled off his tongue.

“And it’s alliteration.” You realized. “Like you wanted.”

“Did we just name our kid? In like ten minutes?”

“I think we did. Did we name you, Haley?” You asked as you rubbed your bump. Tom put his hand on your bump and felt a kick.

“She kicked me.” You gasped. “That either means she’s excited about her name or she hates it and wanted revenge.”

“I think she liked it. Didn’t you, baby girl?” Tom asked the bump. The baby kicked you again and you and Tom shared a smile.

“It’s not just gonna be the two of us for much longer.” Tom said softly. “Haley’s gonna be here in like three months.”

“I know. We need to get started on her nursery.”

“Yeah.” Tom smiled tightly. “About that.”

“Ta da.” He said weakly as he showed you what he did to his guest room. It was a few days after your hospital visit and you’d flown back to London, where you planned to stay for the remainder of your pregnancy. Your jaw dropped as you took a step into the former guest room. In the time since you’d last been there, Tom turned the guest room into a nursery. The walls had been painted pink and there were daisies painted around the rim of the room.

“Woah. You did all of this?” You asked as you touched the white crib in the corner.

“Before you touch anything, nothing was built properly.” Tom admitted. “Harry helped me assemble it and he’s a box of rocks.”

“Did you paint these?” You pointed to the daisies with a smile.

“The boys helped me. We didn’t open a window when we were painting and Harrison slept for like 17 hours straight afterwards.”

You laughed and continued to look around the room. He had a poorly assembled bookshelf with baby books already lined up. On top of a lopsided dresser was a picture of you and Tom from the night you met. He watched you as you looked around the room, trying to gage your reaction.

“We can finish the rest together.” He offered. “I’m sorry I did so much without you. I didn’t know what to do with myself when we weren’t talking. I threw myself into the nursery to remind myself you’d have to talk to me eventually.”

“Oh, Tom.” You smiled sympathetically.

“Are you mad? I know we planned on doing this together.”

“No. I’m not mad.” You walked over to him and cupped his face. “I love it. I love all of it. You did a great job.”

“Really?“ He asked and put his hands over yours.

“Really. And I’d love to finish it together. And by together, I mean I’ll sit in that rocking chair and tell you what to do.”

“Sounds good to me, love.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back for a long time before resting your foreheads together.

“I really missed you.” He said softly.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I didn’t call you.”

“It was all my fault.” He shook his head. “I lost my cool on you and it was totally unacceptable. I can’t believe I called you a bitch. I’ve never done that before. And I promise, I’ll never do it again. I called my mom and told her what I said and she drove straight to my house to hit me with a magazine.”

“And that is a perfectly valid reaction. But you can’t take all the blame. I was being unreasonable. You were right for us to move here. Look at this place.” You gestured to the room. “It’s perfect. Haley’s gonna love it here.”

“I hope so.” He nodded. “I’m just glad we’re a family again.”

“Me too, Tommy. Me too.”

“Come take a ride with me.” He squeezed your hands. “I have something else I need to show you.”

“Okay.” You looked at him skeptically and let him lead you out of the room. He drove you to a nearby vacant space and let you in the door.

“Wow. This place is huge.” You commented as you walked through the space.

“Yeah. I figured you’d need more space now that you’re so popular.”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him. Tom smiled sheepishly and went over to the register. He took a small black box with a red bow out from under the register and handed it to you. When you opened it, you found a deed to the property and a key.

“It’s yours. Surprise.” He smiled weakly as he waited for your reaction.

“Oh my gosh.” You covered your mouth with your hand. “Tom, are you serious? You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yes I did. I squashed your dreams when I should’ve been encouraging them. A baker as amazing as you needs a bakery. You shouldn’t have to put your dreams on hold for anything.”

“But the baby is coming so soon. Who’s gonna run the place until I’m ready to come back?”

“My brother Sam offered to take over for a while.” Tom told you. “He said he’s gonna need a few lessons from you, though.”

“I can’t believe you did this for me. This is gonna be amazing. Thank you so much.” You put the box down before pulling him into a hug.

“You’re welcome, darling. But there’s one more surprise.” He pulled away and went over to the refrigerator.

“Tom, you’ve already given me so much. What else could you have possibly done?” You asked him. He pulled a platter with a silver dome on top of it out of the refrigerator and brought it over to you.

“Ta da.” He took the dome off. “I came over here and baked them while you were napping before.”

“You made cupcakes?” You gasped when he revealed what was underneath.

“Yep. They’re red velvet.” He nodded proudly. “I wanted you to be the first to eat a baked good in this bakery.”

“They look beautiful. Good job, honey.” You cupped his chin before taking a cupcake.

“Thank you. Cheers.” He clinked his cupcake against yours before you both took a bite. You chewed for a few minutes before both your faces contorted in disgust.

“Oh my God. This is disgusting.” You cringed as you swallowed.

“That is completely inedible.” Tom agreed and put the cupcake down. “I thought I could make them from memory but I guess I wasn’t really paying attention when you made them. I was distracted. You’re really pretty.”

“You’re so cute. But why didn’t you Google a recipe?” You laughed and set your cupcake down.

“I didn’t think of that. Never leave me again.” He sighed. “I can’t make it without you. Look at what happens when you’re gone.”

“I appreciate the effort. But I think you should leave the baking to me, lover.” You smiled and took a swipe of the frosting to put it on his nose.

“I can do that.” He laughed and put some frosting on your nose in return. He cupped your face and kissed the frosting off the tip of your nose.

You stayed in London the next few weeks as you got closer to your due date. Leo ran the bakery in New York so you could focus on yourself and the baby. You were fully moved in to Tom’s home in London now and spent your days living as functioning couple. You sat in the rocking chair in the nursery one day, reading baby books as Tom rebuilt the crib.

“Does this go in here?” Tom asked as he held up two pieces of the crib. You looked up from the book and nodded.

“Should we have been playing her Mozart?” You asked as you skimmed a page.

“This does not seems structurally sound.” He mumbled and wobbled the crib.

“This book doesn’t say anything about ferberzing.”

“That book?” Tom looked up. “Yeah it does. Chapter 17. Towards the middle.”

“Wow. You had that memorized.” You smirked. “I’m surprised you knew what ferberizing was.”

“Oh, you mean the Ferber Method?” Tom asked suavely. “Also known as teaching your child to self soothe by letting them cry it out at night. I know all about that, darling. I’ve read all those books cover to cover at least three times now. It was the hardest I ever studied for anything in my life. And the most books I ever read.”

“Don’t make me laugh.” You whined through a chuckle. “I have to pee.”

“So go pee.” He said as he tightened the screws of the crib.

“It takes so much effort to move.” You groaned. “And I’m so comfortable.”

“I’d offer to carry you but I think it would make us both feel bad about ourselves when we inevitably find out that I cannot pick you up.”

“Stop making me laugh.” You laughed and chuckled a stuffed animal at him.

“I can’t help it. You’re dating a comedian.” He shrugged. “The baby is gonna come out with natural comedic timing, just like her daddy. She’ll be straight out of the womb like “what’s the deal with baby food?” and it’s gonna bring the delivery room to tears.”

“What comedian sounds like that?” You laughed again. “Tell me.”

“All of them.” Tom said quietly.

“Oh yeah? Name one comedian.” You challenged him.

“My dad.” Tom scoffed.

“He doesn’t count.” You giggled. “I knew you couldn’t name one.”

“Yes I can.” He whined. “What’s that American guys name? Jimmy?”

“Who’s Jimmy?” You laughed harder.

“You know Jimmy.” He insisted. “He has a TV show. They’re always drinking coffee on it.”

“Jimmy Fallon?”

“No.” Tom waved his hand. “Not like a host. He’s a stand up comedian and his name is Jimmy.”

“I don’t think he’s real.” You shook your head. “I think you made Jimmy up to win this argument.”

“Jimmy is real.” Tom insisted. “I am a Jimmy truther. He exists. I know he does.”

“Then what does this Jimmy look like?” You asked him.

“He is white. And a man.”

“Oh, he’s a white man who does standup comedy?” You laughed. “Why didn’t you say so? That narrows it down.”

“I don’t know. I can’t explain Jimmy to you. The girls who get it get it and the girls who don’t, don’t.” Tom shrugged.

“Are you talking about Jerry Seinfeld?” You realized.

“I have never heard that name in my life.”

“This man?” You pulled up a picture on your phone and showed Tom.

“Jimmy!” Tom lit up when he saw the picture. “See. I could name a comedian. I win.”

“You didn’t know his name and couldn’t tell me a single thing about him.” You pointed out.

“Yeah well. Shut up.” He mumbled, making you laugh even harder.

“You have the giggles tonight.” Tom smiled as you got out of the rocking chair. You felt a sharp pain suddenly and rubbed your bump. The pain went away so you brushed it off.

“I know.” You snorted. “It’s your fault. You keep making me laugh.”

“Aw. Poor you. Having a loving boyfriend who makes you laugh? That must be really difficult for you.” Tom said sarcastically. You laughed at his tone but stopped suddenly when you you felt a wetness between your legs.

“Oh God. I think I peed myself. Why did I wear a dress today?” You whined and looked down. Tom looked over at you and saw a small pool of water on the ground beneath you.

“Darling, I think you peed the entire house.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “That sounded like a bucket of water being poured out. How long have you been holding that in?”

“Tom, I don’t think that’s pee.” You said as you stared at the puddle you had made.

“Um, it’s liquid that just gooshed out of your cooch. I think pee is the only option here.”

“It doesn’t look like pee.” You pointed out. “And it didn’t feel like pee when it came out of me. And don’t say cooch.”

“Then what else could it have been?” He frowned. “Bottled up tears?”

“It wasn’t tears, dummy.” You laughed. “I think my water just broke.”

“Yeah, right.” He rolled his eyes. “And I’m Jimmy Seinfeld.”

“No, Tom. I’m serious. I think my water broke.”

“Wait, what?” He quickly got off the floor. “If your water broke, does that mean…”

“Yeah, Tom.” You gulped. “The baby’s coming.”

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[falcqns]

Hi i have a request like a Chris Evans x reader and like the reader clean they’re house and chris have this book that he put like important stuff and the reader put that book on their coffee table and proceed to clean and when chris got home chris took a shower and find his book and he ask the reader and the reader said it was in the coffee table but when chris check it wasn’t there and chris got all mad bc it’s important and the reader said she will buy him a new one but chris said i will never be the same or something like that and chris stormed off and a few mins the reader saw the book but dodger have it he was ripping all the pages and stuff and the reader and dodge go to the shops and buy a new book for chris and when they got home chris was already there still mad and the reader gave the book to chris and the reader say something like “I know you said its not gonna be the same but I bought you a new one bc dodge kinda uh play with it” something like that and the reader apologized you can do whatever you want there, pls end it with a happy ending thankyou!

better than the original

pairing: Chris Evans x sensitive!Reader

warnings: angst, mentions of a DDLG relationship and little space, but no actual DDLG in this one, fluff, super sensitive reader (aka me, I cry over everything)

a/n: kind of a part two to "wrong person"?? readers not little in this, but its in the same universe!

you thought he would have been appreciative of you cleaning the house while he was on set, but to your surprise, he got mad.

"where's my book?" he asked, looking around the living room, disregarding all the work you'd done.

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere." you said, helping him look for his favourite book and trying to ignore the upset feeling in your stomach at the way he ignored the clean house.

he rounded the couch, and you heard him exclaim. "oh for fucks sake." he said, before storming off towards the bedroom. you furrowed your brow and walked around the couch. you sighed when you saw Dodger chewing on it, and ripping out the pages.

"Dodger! No!" you said. you took it away from him and placed it on the counter before going after Chris.

"we can always get a new one," you offered, but you knew that was the wrong decision when Chris turned around.

"that's not the fucking point, y/n! that was my favourite book, and even if we replace it it won't be the same!" he said, and he slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.

you felt tears coming to your eyes. you were insanely sensitive, and Chris knew that. he knew better than to yell at you, because you would start crying and wouldn't stop until you he assured you over and over that you weren't in trouble, and he wasn't mad or disappointed. you understood that he was upset, but it still hurt that he got mad and yelled at you, when you clearly didn't mean it.

you walked away and back to the living room and sat back down on the couch, where you remained for the rest of the night, your tears never ceasing. you were just trying to help, and show him you could be a good girlfriend and eventually wife, but instead you made him mad, and angry at you.

you spent a cold and lonely night on the couch, shivering from the cold that the knitted blanket couldn't block out, not wanting to anger Chris any further by joining him in the nice warm bed upstairs. just the thought of the bed made you eyes well up again, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to him.

eventually, you woke from a restless slumber, and your tears retuned when you remembered that Chris was still mad at you. you glanced over to the book that still laid chewed up on the counter, and decided to go and try to find him a new one.

you stood up and grabbed your wallet and car keys, before leaving the house with Dodger on a leash.

you drove into town and found the first bookstore you could find. you walked in, and your eyes lit up when you saw they had just gotten a new shipment of them. for $15 you could get the regular book, or for $25 you could get a signed copy with a bookmark. you thought about it for a moment, but decided to get the signed copy, even though it cost more.

you paid for the book, and made the quick drive home, hoping that the book would put Chris in a better mood, if his sleep hadn't.

but, when you walked in the door, you knew that wasn't the case. the door shut behind you, and Chris came barrelling into the room.

"where the fuck were you?" he demanded, and your eyes widened. "ive been calling your phone, only to find out that you left it here, while you left, with my dog, might I add, to god knows where! why the fuck wouldn't you tell me where you're going? do know how stupid and immature that is?" he yelled at you. you tried to will yourself not to cry, but it was useless. he stood in front of you, eyes dark and face red. to you, he looked terrifying, and you wanted nothing more for him to go back to the nice Chris you thought he was.

tears slipped down your cheeks as you handed him the bag and Dodgers leash.

"I-i'm sorry. I k-know how much that b-book meant to you, a-and I just wanted to r-replace it so y-you won't be angry w-w-ith me anymore. I-I got the s-signed one to-o. it comes w-with a book mark. here-s your d-dog." you said before running off trying not to cry even more.

you ran into the bathroom, and to the linen closet where you had your little hideout. you climbed in and shut the curtain behind you, and let the tears come. you could feel your headspace approaching but you pushed it away.

you'd upset Chris, and he probably hated you for what you did. you knew that the book you bought could never replace the original, but you thought he would have liked it. you took Dodger with you because he needed some fresh air, and he loved going into stores with you.

you just wanted to prove you could be a big girl! that's all! he was really mad at you last night, so you knew even if you were little, you wouldn't get the care that you needed, so you pushed through and remained big for him, but even that wasn't good enough.

you don't know how long you sat there and cried your little heart out, but soon you heard Chris entering the bathroom. he took a seat somewhere and started to speak to you.

"y/n, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you like I did. you didn't deserve that. you worked so hard on cleaning the house and I didn't even acknowledge it because I was focused on a book. I should've let it go when it happened because its a book. I was wrong. it can be replaced. the one you got me is so much better than the other one, and I love that you got it for me. I shouldn't have yelled at you. you're insanely sensitive, and you were probably already on the verge of tears when you came in the house, and me yelling at you was not the right thing to do. I could have asked you calmly where you were going, instead of getting angry." he explained. he waited to see if you would say anything, and when you didn't, he continued speaking.

"and I'm sorry for saying that Dodger was my dog. he's not. he's ours. you take such good care of him, and I know you were only entertaining him because I was still asleep, because your such a sweet girl. I'm so sorry baby." he said. you sniffled, and slowly crawled out.

you walked over to him, tears still pouring down your face, and leaned against him. he immediately embraced you, and rubbed your back as you cried.

"I didn't mean to make you mad!" you sobbed, and Chris shook his head.

"no baby. you didn't. I could never be mad at you for something like that. you're okay. i'm not mad, i'm not disappointed. you're not a crybaby, its okay to cry." he recited like he always did, squashing all your fears before they could even enter your head. he lifted your head to look in your red and swollen eyes.

"have you stopped crying since last night?" he asked, and you shrugged your shoulders.

"n-not really." you said, and Chris sighed sadly.

"c'mon. let's go back to bed for a little, it's still early." he said, and you followed him into the bedroom.

you drifted off less than a second after your head hit the pillow, and had a peaceful sleep knowing that Chris wasn't mad at you.

[rattyoakenbitch]

❝𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝❞ ─ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

i don't want your sympathy, i guess ive had it rough but you don't really care

❥ content ; gn reader, eventual fluff, angst, pining, happy ending

❥ warnings ; injury, swearing, mentions of death

❥ synopsis ; when you get badly injured during a mission, only then does levi realize the depths of his feelings for you. now the question is, is it too late?

❥ a/n ; i don't have a taglist yet so feel free to ask to get added!

You glided through the trees alongside your team, adrenaline running through your veins.

Kicking yourself off a tree, you landed your body with ease onto a lone Titan spotted in the forest below you. With a swift swing of the blade, the Titan was on the ground.

Finished, you zipped yourself back into the air, joining your team member's formation as you all flew together.

"Y/N!" Captain Levi shouted, resent dripping off of his words. Here we go again. "Do not deviate from original course! We are here to scout, not to thrill seek."

The team came to a slow. They stood on the branches, overlooking the land beneath them.

"I was not thrill seeking, sir, I was doing my job," you defended, turning to Captain Levi. Though he was shorter than you were, his cold stare and unwavering demeanor intimidated you.

"Your job is to follow my orders, brat, not go off wandering like an idiot!"

"I didn't wander, I was quick to regroup! You're just finding a reason to take your anger out on me," you retorted. "Then again, I wouldn't be surprised. Considering your height, it's no wonder you can barely contain your anger in such a small body."

As much as he wanted to push you off the tree, Levi kept his poise.

By now the team could hear you and Levi's bickering, but considering they were used to it, they decided to butt out and focus on planning the route.

"Stable duty when we get back."

And then he walked away, leaving you fuming.

As you continued with the scouting mission, you encountered too many Titans that you couldn't just brush them off. Angry and left with no choice, Levi shouted orders to forget the original plan and fight back.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted two Titans approaching Jean and Armin with intent. You narrowed your eyes. This was your chance. You bolted off the tree, flying fast towards the two Titans. You got your gear out, ready to slice their napes, when one of the Titans looked your way, a sick smile on its face.

"Y/N!" Armin called out in a panic as the Titan extended its arm, swiping at you like a fly. Before its hand could collide with you, you were pushed out of the way by none other than Levi.

He wrapped his arms around you securely, one underneath your bottom and his other around your back. You heard him whisper a profanity, his hot breath fanning your neck as he spoke. Though it wasn't the time or the place, you couldn't help but let your mind wander.

You were brought back to reality when Levi glided deeper into the forest, setting you down onto the ground harsher than necessary.

Totally caught off guard, your back was shoved against a tree. Levi was quick to block your exits, predicting you would try to resist.

His arms caged you between him and the tree, leaving little to no distance between your bodies. You could feel your face get hot, either out of embarrassment or his body heat mixing with yours.

"What the hell is wrong with you, brat?!" Yelled Levi, eyes wild with rage. However, something felt different about this compared to when he scolded you for separating from the group. But you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"Me?" You scoffed. "You're the crazy psycho who stole me away and cornered me in this forest!" You pushed at his chest, successfully shoving him off of you. "I had everything under control."

"You were almost killed! I can't have reckless people on my team. I'm a captain, not a babysitter, so get your shit together or get the hell off my team."

You stood against the tree quietly, Levi's venomous words stunning you into silence. Levi continued to stare deep into your eyes, his expression never changing. However, as the seconds passed, you saw a sliver of regret in his eyes, lasting only for a mere second.

You took a deep breath, trying to choose your words carefully. "I- Just.. Why do you hate me so much?"

Levi raised a brow while you continued to speak.

"I know I'm not the best fighter. Not compared to Misaka or Eren. But what did I do to deserve so much hatred from you? Even when I'm not doing anything wrong, you look at me like I'm the most disgusting person you've seen."

Despite feeling a sting of guilt at your words, Levi put on a dismissive act. "Tch, you're being dramatic. I'm not about to discuss this with you."

Why the fuck did he say that?

"Maybe if you listened to me for two damn seconds you wouldn't get such an earful."

Why is he being such an asshole? Gods, just tell them already. Stop this bullshit.

No longer finding it in you to care, you began to raise your voice, angry tears spilling down your face. "I try my best to make you like me. I try to show you that I'm capable and strong, but you still treat me as if I'm inferior. Like my skills are nothing. Like I'm nothing."

Emotionless, Levi replied, "Because you are. Look at you. You're a crybaby. You should've stayed back." Lies. All lies.

"Ugh- well maybe you should've just let me get killed since you despise me so much!"

With that, you grab your gear and zip away as far from Levi as possible, tears blowing out of your face and into the wind.

"Hey, where are you going?!"

You ignored him as you continued to speed through the trees, searching for your team. Your friends. Anybody.

"Y/N! Look out!"

You heard Eren shout, making you spin around frantically to search for the danger.

There it was.

An Abnormal ran your way, crawling like a dog on its hands and feet.

It had been chasing the team for a while now, evident in its animalistic, hungry look.

Steadily hanging off a branch, you watch the Titan from afar, then look back at the team.

"I'll distract it! You guys go!"

They looked at you as if you had grown two extra heads.

"You'll die!" Mikasa argued. "We can take it!"

"Just go!"

The Titan started to get closer. The team looked behind you, then back at you. Though they looked ready and determined to take it down, you knew they felt as terrified as you were. Fighting Titans was just something you don't think you'll ever get used to.

"Please be careful. We're gonna find Captain Levi!"

You nodded, then turned around, watching as the Titan ran towards you, totally disregarding the rest of the team.

"You want me? Come get me."

When you decided it was close enough, you darted into the forest and soared through the trees, only narrowly missing them. The Abnormal followed you, but hit itself on the trees and destroyed many in the process.

While the Abnormal continued to run through the forest, leaves and trees blocking its direct vision of you, you took a chance and turned back, flying past the Abnormal.

You did a quick u-turn and hopped onto its back.

You got it now.

As it chased after nothing, completely unaware, you slashed the nape of its neck.

With you still on its back, the Titan went limp mid-jump, falling onto the ground hard enough to create an earthquake. Unprepared for the collision, you went flying off its body.

Instead of bracing yourself for the fall, you frantically reached for your gear in an attempt to glide back up to the trees.

Before you got the chance, your body met with the ground, a loud thud echoing from the impact.

In the distance, the rest of the team continued to fight until they got to the very last Titan. Levi, though he was the last to regroup, helped effectively take down the Titans.

It wasn't evident in his stoic expression, but he searched among his surroundings and the faces of his team for you, afraid the worst had happened. Dammit, why did he have to be such an asshole? What Levi said to you, he meant none of it. But he feared he wouldn't get the chance to tell you that. Idiot.

"Is everybody here?!" Levi shouted as his team gathered around him.

"Yeah, we're alive-"

"Wait, where's Y/N?"

The team began to search among themselves, now becoming anxious as well.

"Well, where are they? Did you not see them at all?" Levi asked in a calm tone, despite his heart beat pounding in his ears. No. He wasn't going to slip up. Not here, not now. He needed to remain strong.

Mikasa spoke up. "We last saw them when we were being chased by an Abnormal! They offered to distract it and take care of it themselves."

Levi shouted, a crack in his voice, "And you let them?!"

"Y/N is strong! One of the best fighters we have here," Eld said. "They've probably already taken it down by now."

"Then where are they?!" Levi growled, becoming more frustrated by the second.

"Hey, look!" Armin yelled, shaking his finger towards the steam in the distance. "Eld was right! Y/N did kill it after all!"

Wasting no more time, Levi commanded the team to follow him. Soon again, they were up in the trees, running your direction. They stopped as soon as they came across a clearing in the forest where the Abnormal laid lifelessly.

"Everyone! Find Y/N!"

The team split, searching the area for any sign of you.

Levi dreaded the thought of finding you like they found the Titan. No. You killed it. You had to be alive.

Levi repeated that in his head. You had to be alive.

Because if you weren't, he wouldn't know what he would do.

Your eyes shot open at the sound of panicked screams echoing around you. You pushed yourself off of the ground in a rush, only to stumble back with an agonizing scream, pain shooting up the lower half of your body.

"Fucking hell! Oh shit," you fell back on the grass defeatedly, hot tears welling in your eyes at the intense pain and aches across your whole body. "Dammit!"

You didn't know which bones were broken, where you were, if you were bleeding out. So you just laid there alone, helpless and numb. Waiting.

Just when the team was beginning to lose hope, a blood curdling scream echoed throughout the forest, easily catching the team's attention. They headed towards the source of the sound, but Levi was the first on it, already sprinting through the forest to find you.

When he did, he felt his heart drop down to his stomach. You laid in a small clearing behind some old trees and bushes, a puddle of blood beneath your body. Your uniform was torn and your 3DMG was rendered useless at this point. If not for the scream, or the fast rise and fall of your chest, he would've mistaken you for being dead.

Levi rushed to your side and got onto his knees, lifting up your body into his arms.

"Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N?"

You coughed, wheezing and struggling to make a coherent sound. Blood dripped down the corner of your mouth as you spoke, "You were right, Captain. I never stood a chance, did I?Shoulda just stayed." You laughed pitifully.

Now Levi was angry, but not at you. "Shut up! Don't say stupid shit like that! You're going to be okay."

The team found you, stopping short at the sight of Levi holding you carefully, like a porcelain doll, ready to break.

He didn't care anymore. He didn't bother to put up a front. Not when you were like this, half dead in his arms. He pressed his forehead to yours, whispering in your ear so only you could hear.

"I can't lose you too.."

Everyone else only continued to watch the intimate scene unfold before them.

When you fell unconcious, Levi squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to keep his composure. Why was he acting like this? Usually he would be quick to solve problems without letting his feelings get in the way. Why was he so helpless now?

He turned around, scowling at the group who just stood by idly.

"Get over here and help them, you fools!"

You hated it. You hated having to be looked after or saved like a princess in a children's storybook. You didn't want to run away anymore, or simply stand in waiting, hoping for someone to rescue you. You were done being hunted. So you joined the Scouts after years of hard work and training. If you had only thought more carefully or put your parent's advice in consideration, you wouldn't be in your current situation, regretting ever joining Levi's team. You wouldn't have ended up in the infirmary.

You passed out in Levi's arms after suffering from injuries during your fight with the Abnormal Titan, according to your friends. They came by to visit you when the medic alerted them that you had woken up from your coma.

"How long was I out for?" You winced as you massaged your still pounding head. "When did I even get here?"

"You've been unconcious for two days. We retreated to the city as Captain Levi instructed and you've been under their care since," Eren answered. He noticed your demeanor as you looked around the room and picked at your skin, a nervous habit you recently formed. "Everybody's alive, so don't you worry."

"Where are they?"

"Well, they did have to receive medical attention since they got hurt, but they're okay! They miss you, ya know?" Armin said excitedly. "We'll make sure to fill you in on everything when you're out of here."

You pursed your lips. "Speaking of which, when will I be discharged?"

"You can't exactly walk right now, but.. you should be up and ready to go within a week! Then we can go on another mission and-"

"Eren. Armin. Mikasa." Your attention was torn away from Eren, your eyes darting towards the source of the voice.

"Captain Levi!" They all exclaimed in unison.

"I would like to speak with Y/N in private." He glanced at trio, his eyes narrowing. "Out."

The three walked out, heads bowed like sad little puppies. You waved at them as they went before turning to Levi who now stood by your bed.

"What do you want?" You asked bitterly, nose scrunching up in a sneer.

"Commander Erwin informed me of your decision," he spoke softly, differing from his usual cold tone.

You huffed. "Yeah, took your advice and resigned. You won't have to worry about babysitting me anymore."

A pang of guilt shot through Levi's heart, causing him to flinch. He hoped you didn't catch that.

He remembered his own regretful words as it replayed in his head. Just like your cries and pained expression, which he was unable to simply brush off, he couldn't forget how he mistreated you. And he would never forgive himself, either. The sight of your injured body laying there, all alone. He couldn't shake the scene off his mind, no matter how hard he tried. Even in his dreams.

Evident in his eyebags that seemed to have darkened in shade, he wasn't able to get much sleep the past couple days because of it.

"I take it you hate me, then," Levi suggested, prompting you to laugh mockingly.

"Oh, no, I could never," you said, sarcasm dripping off your voice as you fake fawned over Levi. "Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest.. I just adore you."

Levi hid his offended expression and ignored your antics as he continued. "I was afraid I couldn't get the chance to apologize to you. When I found you there, I.." He squeezed his eyes shut and furrowed his brows together, forcing his tears not to fall. Why now?

"Yeah, well, you fucked up. About time you feel a little heartache," you mumbled, looking around the room, anywhere but Levi.

"A little?! Look, I'm trying to apologize here!" He shouted. "Do you have no idea how fucking terrified I've been for you, you brat?!"

"No, Captain Levi, so why don't you enlighten me on how much you care?!" You huffed, crossing your arms. "Because if you did, then maybe I wouldn't be bed ridden!"

Levi's face softened at the sight of a single tear escaping your eye. He took a seat on the bed beside you and reached out to brush away your tear.

With your quick reflexes, you caught his hand and pushed it back towards him.

"Don't you dare touch me. You've done enough damage, Levi. Just go and stop wasting my time."

Just like you, he was stubborn. He stood his ground.

"I-I'm sorry."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "You must think I'm stupid. No way I'm buying that bullshit."

"You need to stop pushing me away, Y/N!"

"What is that, an order?" You taunted. "You don't get to be sorry, Levi. It's too late for that. You waited for me to almost die just to tell me that? Is that what it takes? What if I hadn't survived? What then?"

"You don't think I haven't thought about that?! That's why I'm here!"

"Yeah, and who's fault is that?"

"You should've listened to me! I was trying to protect you!"

"Well thanks a lot. Now both my kneecaps are broken and I won't be able to walk for weeks!" You shake your head. "You think just because we shared a moment while I was dying that I'm okay now? Trust me, if I had the strength, I would have slapped you then and there."

"Then why don't you now?"

"At this point, you're not even worth getting angry over. So stop giving me that pitiful look. I really prefer you shouting at me instead. At least I'm used to it." You mumble the last part, but Levi catches it easily.

"That's it then, you leave me no choice." You look at Levi curiously. "You infuriate me, brat, you really do. You're so careless and oblivious all the time, you forget to look after yourself. And I'm not ready to watch you throw away your life so irrationally from the sidelines."

"So what are you trying to tell me, Levi?"

"Tch, you're just gonna make me say it, aren't you?" He takes a deep breath. "I'm not good at this, and I hate to admit it, to you of all people. It makes me mad to see you risk your life because I care about you.. and I can't lose you. I've dealt with too much death. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you alive, even if it means dying.." Levi trails off, then scoffs and crosses his arms like a petty little child. "I said it, all right? I like you-- A lot, you stupid brat!"

You searched Levi's eyes for any trace of dishonesty. You hoped he was lying, like he had some sort of script prepared before he came to see you. But you found no lies in his eyes.

You felt your heart break. All this time when you thought Levi just really hated you, he was looking out for you.

"I.. Why didn't you just tell me?" Your voice fell apart as you spoke. "I tried so hard to make you like me back.. And it hurt because I thought you just hated my guts. I had no idea."

"I know, I was being stupid too- It shouldn't have come to this," Levi admitted. "I.. I'll let you rest now."

Levi stood up to leave, but you were quick to pull him back onto the bed with you. Without letting him react, you grabbed his face and interlocked your lips with his. All the tension in his body disappeared and he melted into the kiss, throwing his arms around you tightly like he'd lose you if he ever let go. It wasn't a soft, romantic, movie perfect kiss. It was desperate, tongue and teeth, hands wandering, disheveling the other's hair. You released all of your built up anger and resent, letting it fuel you while you aggresively fought your tongue with his, a faint taste a hint of alcohol now on your own mouth. Occasionally you'd both break the kiss for short intakes of breath and small whispers like 'don't scare me like that again' and 'I've needed this for a while now'. You couldn't help but moan, earning a grin from Levi as he continued to hungrily devour your lips. Just as things escalated, you remembered you were still in the infirmary, and anyone could walk in any minute now. You slowly pulled away, your chest heaving as you panted for breath.

Levi couldn't help but twist his lips up into a little smirk. That was new.

"Well at least you're not a bad first kisser," he spoke nonchalantly, still gasping for air. You playfully punched him in the chest.

"Quite the romantic, aren't you?" You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. "You're not bad either, old man."

Blush spread across his cheeks.

He took your hand in his, bringing it to his swollen and raw lips and placed a small kiss on your knuckles.

"Promise me you won't leave me again?"

"Promise," you sighed blissfully. "And I guess I'll have to tell Commander Erwin about my change of plans."

"Actually," a deep voice spoke. At the door, there stood none other than Commander Erwin. "I think I already know."

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Hey! I really liked your Annie angst where she hits the reader and wanted to request one where it's the same idea but just with Mikasa? Thanks a lot!

HAHA YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!

“A broken promise ” Mikasa x Reader. || Chapter 1. Oᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ!

this contains spoilers for the manga of AOT. || rumbling spoilers ahead||

You walked into your both’s shared bedroom to find Mikasa staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes sad as she looking down at her feet as she laid against the mirror. Her back faced you. Your arms crept around her waist, hugging her strong body as you cuddled you head into the back of her shoulder. “Please.. come back to me..” you softly whispered for the both of you to hear. “Your so distant yet… so close..” you hugged her tighter as you embraced her presence.

Mikasa pushed you off of her after a while, and started to walk out of the room. “You make me sick.”

Hours passed since your encounter with your girlfriend.

You couldn’t stand just letting this happen. Your relationship was slowly but surely being torn apart, weather or not mikasa was realizing it or not. Could she not care about you anymore? Her attitude changed Jurassic-ally ever since Eren told Her he hated her, which to your dismay you turned your back on him, saying that Mikasa deserved better.

You finally built up the courage to talk to her directly, as you made your way through the airship, coming out of your dorm. The common area was a wide open space, couches and a new thing from Marley that had just been discovered by the people of paradis, something called a “television.”

You turned your way to the room next to it, a small conference room. The room was long with a small glass table, a bookshelf, and a fireplace with couches. The woman stood at the bookshelf’s in the back of the room, looking at one of them.

“This has been going on for way to long,” you said to the raven haired woman, her gaze now looking at you with her eyes stern. “What happened to you?” All she could do was roll her eyes, not saying a word. “I know how attached you are to him, and I don’t want that to happen either, but I’m just saying, it’s a possible outcom-“

“No it isn’t,”

She said fiercely. “Mikasa , you have to accept the fact eren has changed,” “No he hasn’t!” Her voice got louder, to your surprise. “You act as though you knew him for your whole life, he will stop this rumbling,”

“And what if he doesn’t?”

“He will,”

“Your in denial”

“Maybe I’m so in denial because all you’ve done is try to bring me down for these past few weeks!” Your girlfriend yelled, “All you’ve done is hate on Eren all this damn time!”

“Mikasa are you fucking NUTS?! HE LITERALLY TOLD YOU HE HATED YOU!”

“He doesn’t mean that,”

“Are you sure mikasa? Think about everything he’s done to you.” There was a pause before you added, “think about everything he’s done to us,”

Mikasa shut the book closed, tossing it on a nearby table.

“Shut up,”

She gritted her teeth at you before pitching the bridge of her nose.

“What happened to you?” You asked her sadly,

“Absolutely nothing,”

“Everything changed,”

“NOTHING ABOUT ME CHANGED!” Mikasa screamed at you, pounding her fist on the wall. “Mikasa .. listen to yourself! You used to never be like this! You were so sweet and caring, and then Eren changed, and so did you.”

She went quiet, an irritated look on her face. The Airship you and the rest of the cadets were on, soared through the air. The thing they call ‘a flying boat’ letting off steam as it flew. Towards Marley you headed, where the rumbling was occurring. Eren had already planned this whole ideal out behind the Survey Corps backs, his mean demeanor changing the person who you barley can recognize, you girlfriend.

“You never used to yell at me the way you do now,” you said as her breathing got heavier with anger.

“We used to be inseparable, now look at us. Ever since the rumbling started and Eren actually going through with his plan, you slowly started drifting away from me. And at first I understood why.”

She looked at you, the woman’s eyes still as stern as they could ever be, giving you a violent but silent glare.

“And then you became mean.. and aggressive.”

She started stepping towards you, her eyes bloodshot with anger, “you don’t understand because you never took the time to listen!,”

“All you did was push me away! Every time I tried to help! You treated me like your punching bag!” Your girlfriend moved towards you aggressively, making you hesitant to stay put. Your girlfriend looked at you dead in the eyes and for a slight moment, you swore you could see a tear forming. “I became aggressive? Yoru kidding me! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU JUST GOING TO ACT LIKE THIS ISNT A SERIOUS SITUATION! I TRIED TO BE NICE FOR THE LONGEST TIME!

“You are NOT the same woman I feel in love with!” Your voice trailed into her ears. Your heart heavy as your words spilled out. “Oh yeah? Then maybe you weren’t in love with me at all.”

“Mikasa you know that isn’t true,”

“I tried protecting ALL OF YOU! AND LOOK WHERE WE END UP! SASHA’S DEAD! COMMANDER HANJI IS DEAD! “

“Yeah and the same person you’re defending is the cause of their deaths.”

“Eren wouldn’t do this.” She stated. Your head filled with irritation. ‘Why can’t she just accept it?!’

“Are you kidding me?! WAKE UP! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING AROUND YOU!?” you yelled, “EREN IS KILLING, HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE!” your voice cracked out. The pain that you bared because of your friends actions was one you couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard you tried. No matter how many days would linger past, the fact that Eren, the boy who you once knew when he was running around playing tag with you and the rest of your group, is now a mass murderer.

“we don’t have to kill him-“

“MIKASA WE HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT HE’S DOING!? EREN IS JUST AS GUILTLY AS REINER AND BERTOLDT!”

“SHUT UP!” Her voice raised with irrational and anger. “YOU DON’T GET TO MAKE THAT DECISION!”

“You aren’t LISTENING! EVEN JEAN SAID THAT WOULD BE BEST! I DONT WANT TO KILL HIM BABY I REALLY DONT BUT WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO!”

“DAMNIT I SAID STOP!”

And just like that a loud crash noise was heard. The swift movement of a fist collided with the side of your face, the power containing it sending you falling back and into the glass coffee table behind you. You didn’t even realize what had just happened. You didn’t want to believe what just happened. You stared up at your girlfriend who’s face turned from anger to complete horror, her hand over her mouth as she stared at the damage she just caused. And boy was it bad.

The sting of redness on your face started to bleed droplets of blood. Soaking through your broken skin as a large red colored bruise begin to form. Tears started welting up in your e/c orbs. The sadness washed over you as you saw the woman who was suppose to love you, show an action of hatred that you never knew she could do. She hit you. She hurt you.

Heavy and frantic footsteps were heard rushing to the door of the conference room. The door swung open and there stood your best friend, Armin Artlert. “I-is everything okay!? I heard glad breaking!” He said, worried. His eyes looked around the room. The salty pieces of water flooded down your face as you choked on your tears.

Armin’s face went dead, he couldn’t believe it either. “Y-y/n.. baby.. oh g-god honey i-“ Mikasa couldn’t even form words. Hell SHEE couldn’t even believe she did that.

“W-wha-“ armin barley got out when you rushed to the door, pushing armin aside and ran back to your dorm room. “Y-y/n!” Armin tried calling out to you as your dorm slammed shut. You sinking to the floor crying.

Armin stared at Mikasa, “W-what happened?” His eyes saddened. “I..” Mikasa couldn’t get out any words, her face still in shock. “I hit them…” she managed to get out. “O-oh god I- I hit them,” her eyes filled tears as Armin pulled her into a hug. “I-I’m so sorry.. I-I’m so sorry…”

You laid on the floor after sinking down to the ground, slamming your door shut. Wiping your tears away with your hands, you looked at your both’s shared bedroom. Studying the interior. Thinking back on the time Mikasa promised you how she’d always be there for you, how she promised that she’d never hurt you. She promised when you both had your first kiss. She kept that promise and always kept it for so long, never once breaking it. Your numb body looked over at the ticking clock.

The thoughts that ran through your head as you watched the clock tick, and with every second you couldn’t bear to accept the fact, Her promise was broken.

Kachiniko || My Blog || What I write || 06/06/21

Chapter 2 “The conclusion”

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License to Steal - Act IV

License to Steal

ACT IV

Act I // Act II // Act III // Act IV

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summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father's side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you've been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family's plans. You don't know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don't really care in the least of it makes Yoongi's new assignment hell on earth- So you'll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.

-rating: 18+

-pairing: min yoongi x reader

-word count: 5.8k

-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug mention and eventual drug use, the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, BEWARE IN THIS ACT: graphic family abuse (father initiated verbal and physical assault- does not fade to black), violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and graphic sex scenes will be included in this work.

-authors note: @chelsea-chee leading the au as usual. I love her the appreciate her as my love, writer, and my beta. Her works are *chefs kiss* Thank you again beautiful <3 PLEASE NOTE: I AM REALLY NOT EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT FEW ACTS. They deal with heavy subject matter and I don't fade to black at any point so please note my works are for mature audiences, warnings are there for a reason and in bold. You are an adult if you are reading this work (per the warnings) and you are responsible for the content you consume. Thank you. ILY all and I love asks about the characters. And that's all I have to say about that...I'm sorry for the wait. I've had covid. I'm back on a better schedule now.

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You fumbled with your hair as you tried to rip your fingers through the still damp strands to assemble it back into a semi-presentable pony tail as the door slid open to your father’s office. You really did wish that you had been able to go upstairs and shower. Or at least change your clothes from the workout gear you currently felt sticking to your skin from the cooling sweat. As a breeze drifted from the vent as the air kicked on, you shivered violently, shaking your head and shooting a hateful stare in Yoongi’s direction as you stepped into the office. Appearances were everything in your family. They were the first level of protection to ensure threats stayed at a minimum. A show of strength and cohesiveness discouraged any hair-brained ideas from a weaker or less organized opposition.

Your father raised a dark, thick brow, turning from the man was speaking quietly to, his expression unreadable as you inclined your head slightly in greeting. “You asked to see me?” you said quietly, keeping your eyes downcast. Since Yoongi had mentioned your father was summoning you, you knew it couldn’t be anything positive. This soon after your arrival? Nothing good would come of this. You had just grabbed onto the distraction of Yoongi until you both stood in the office, feeling stripped bare, awaiting whatever admonishment was about to be delivered.

“You couldn’t make it a full forty-eight hours without causing me a migraine,” your father said sharply and you kept your eyes trained on the floor, as you replayed yesterday in your mind.

“Father, I don’t know what you-”

“Y/N, you weren’t even back a day and you spent how much?” he said, aggravation lacing his tone. “I had to call in Kim to look at your accounts immediately. You’re a fucking hassle.” He huffed and your eyes finally lifted to the stranger that stood next to your father, noting that he stepped away from your father and bowed quickly.

“Nice to meet you, miss. I’m Kim Namjoon. I’ve been handling your accounts and will continue to do so.” You felt your lips part in a soft ‘oh’ as you studied the broad planes of his face, full lips and intense eyes. You felt like he was picking you apart in that moment as you took your time to absorb his ash blond hair in a relaxed, but carefully crafted style. His skin tone was golden; a contrast to Yoongi’s milk-like skin. He glowed, and you couldn’t tell if it from his melanin or the fact that he was radiating intelligence.

“N-Nice to meet you too,” you stammered and managed to close your mouth as he pushed up the rolled sleeves of his white button-down shirt. You swallowed hard and tried to claw through the mental fog that had overcome you. With the teasing from both Jungkook and Yoongi, being presented with another god-like man was the last thing you needed. “I will admit I’m a little confused; my spending was never a problem when I was away? I mean, it’s not like I bought a car.”

Your father barked a laugh and threw up his hands. “You have no grasp on what I do to make this money that you just piss away Y/N! And you COULD have bought a car with the amount you spent yesterday! Like I said: a god damn burden!” he hissed and you flushed slightly, taking a step back unconsciously as you watched his neck flush. Yoongi hadn’t said a word, but you knew you could still sense his dark presence in the corner of the room, not looking at him to notice his eyes narrowed slightly as the scene unfolded.

“Y/N, I’ve had an idea. You’re a daughter. I can’t do much with you. Your brother who I could actually have used is dead. Your mother-” He stopped as he watched your eyes bulge and he shook his head. “I can’t have more children. I’d consider it disrespectful to her memory,” he mused, a hand running along his chin and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you, but your jaw snapped shut audibly as your teeth clacked together after the noise passed your lips.

Your father’s eyes flared to life in challenge and he glanced at Namjoon, lip curling. “Did you calculate her estimated cost of living and monthly expenditures? Do you have solid numbers?” he said shortly and Namjoon just nodded, eyes flicking between the family members silently. “And did you adjust for a profit at the margin we discussed?”

“Yes sir,” came the deep steady voice, Namjoon’s eyes traveling your figure, his gaze not heavy with lust or desire, but full of curiosity. “The monthly amount that you should request for that profit is in the proposal if you would like to review it.” He finished and cleared his throat. “I can return if you want me to look over the contract,” he said softly, clearing fishing for a dismissal and your father granted it, offering his hand and you felt your mouth tighten in confusion.

“What contract?”

Namjoon grabbed a briefcase and inclined his head to you stiffly in farewell before his long legs carried him out the doorway. Your father’s gaze didn’t leave your eyes as he spoke. “Yoongi, see him out.” Yoongi nodded and started after the tall man in silence, not sparing you a second glance on his way out.

“I asked you what contract?” you said softly, struggling to keep your voice even as your father stepped closer to you.

“Well, you went out. Spent a lot of money that you’ve done nothing to earn, and caught someone’s eye in the process. Someone worth a lot of money and who would be an asset to have closer to the family at this point in his career.” Your father clasped his hands behind his back as he continued to close the distance between you, each step he made, you felt your heart plummet further.

“Father… what exactly are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, Y/N. I’m telling you. Someone’s made a bid for your hand, and it’s the only thing you’ll be good for at this point. The shopping sprees, your lifestyle. I can maintain them, but if someone else is willing to do so, and the marriage benefits me in my business, I’d be stupid not to pursue it. Do you think I’m stupid, Y/N?” he said, voice getting dangerously quiet as he reached out to tuck a piece of hair that had escaped the rapidly put-up ponytail behind your ear.

“You can’t sell me off like fucking cattle!-” you said, flinching away from his touch, and his large, calloused hand shot out to grab your chin tightly. He forced your face back towards his as you tried to jerk away, squeezing hard enough to make your eyes begin to water. Your heart thudded out a dangerous irregular rhythm as you breathed hard through your nose.

“I can’t? Y/N, you seem to be under the delusion that you are free from the responsibilities that come with being in this family. I suppose that may be my fault. I was too soft on you, pitied the losses I caused you to have. I always had your brother anyway; there was no harm in indulging you. But now, you’re the only one with my blood in your veins. You’re home to do a service for this family. Everyone else has given their lives in some way. Did you think you were special?” His words were measured and cold as he studied you, grip not loosening on your face. You would be bruised tomorrow as you felt the throb set in from the pressure he was applying.

“You may order me to do it, but I don’t have to go along with this,” you hissed, barely able to open your jaw, but clenching your teeth to get your words out, rage licking up and down your body. He had taken your entire life as a child, as an adolescent. Did he really think giving you a few years of freedom put you back in his debt so far that you owed him the rest of your life?!

No sooner than the words were out of your mouth you heard the sharp crack, and felt yourself stumbling backwards into the wall. You blinked quickly as you registered the pain in your head, immediately starting to pound as the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You barely had time to regain a semblance of your bearings before your father was upon you again, face chillingly blank as his ringed fingers gripped the base of your ponytail, ripping your head back at an awkward angle, a scream breaching your bloody lips. The noise was cut short by another blow, snapping your head to the side before he jerked your face back to center.

“Who do you think you are, you little bitch?” he said with a lilt to his tone as you choked out a sob, unable to keep it from escaping your lips. “You really thought you weren’t going to do shit to replace that money you spent?” When he finished speaking he gave your head a violent shake, as if to scramble your thoughts further. It was completely unnecessary, as your head felt as if it was splitting with the pain he had rocked through you with his blows and harsh grip. You felt the start of a purely hysterical giggle break through, spitting out the fresh rush of blood that ran in your mouth due to the cuts in your cheek from your teeth. You noticed a piece of the skin from inside your mouth flapping loosely that made you nauseated if you dwelled on it.

The laugh was probably the worst response you could have had.

You heard a soft hiss, and your father stepped into your space further, hands darting from your head to wrap themselves around your throat and squeezing. As your hands scrambled to scratch at his hand, his arm, his face, anything, you wished you were surprised at this. You wished you were hurt because you were shocked, but you weren’t. There was blood in the water and he was a shark. He built his life this way.

“You don’t have to go along with this…” he said softly, voice void of emotion, “but you also don’t have to keep living here either. How long will you make it without this family? You’d never make it out of the city.” He mused and continued to squeeze, your vision starting to spot as you tried to draw in any bit of air within the hold he had, the choking heaves under the weight of him making the blood that had pooled in your mouth from his blows spill over your chin grotesquely as it began to stream onto his hand. “So will you behave for once in your fucking life?”

You were hyper aware of the tears streaming down your face as you managed the smallest of nods. You supposed he was right; you had never imagined you would be used in the family in any way. Your entire life had been lonely, and even though you hated it, you had resigned yourself to it. His hands unwrapped themselves from your neck, letting you inhale a burning gasp of air as you slid down the wall, and onto the floor. You coughed and rocked forward onto all fours as the shaking of your body didn’t allow for much more than consciousness.

Your father pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the crimson of your blood off his hand before tossing it to you on the floor. You could barely recognize the quick but unhurried footsteps coming back down the hallway to the office before they stopped short.

“Yoongi, take her upstairs.”

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The flush from hustling back to his boss’s office drained from Yoongi’s face as his eyes widened at your figure hunched forward onto your elbows on the floor. He watched you hack as your body tried to clear your airway. Yoongi stayed silent as he reached down, crouching next to you and attempting to offer you a hand so you could stand on your own, for which you were thankful. You felt the physical pain, but no emotions as your mind sluggishly screamed at you to just accept his hand and stand. You needed to walk out of here on your own. You knew you wouldn’t make it all the way to your room after the assault, but you didn’t need to. Just to the elevator.

You reached out your hand, shaking hard, as you clasped at his large palm and hoisted yourself up, letting him pull lightly as he stood with you, noting that he was still silent. You tried to ignore how your vision swam before you, willing your knees not to buckle. You couldn’t pinpoint if the unsteadiness was from the blows to your face, the lack of oxygen, or the tears that had thankfully stopped streaming down your face but still filled your eyes.

Yoongi seemed to read your mind, shifting his grip from your hand to your upper arm, nestling in your underarm and gently steered you to the door, but let you support most of your weight on the way out. You walked in silence as he didn’t rush you down the hallway, both of your eyes trained on the lift door as he typed in the code. As you waited for the door to open you felt your shaking legs betray you and start to bend. You glanced away from him, the movement of your eyes causing a piercing pain to shoot through your head. “Please,” was all you rasped wetly as you put more weight and started to sink, but the pressure holding you up immediately doubled, Yoongi’s support forcing you upright, even if it made your shoulder raise. It would be almost imperceptible from your father’s office if he was still looking in your direction, but you doubted he would. He had already received your submission; he didn’t need you for anything else.

Yoongi didn’t seem to want to take the chance that he was still watching, stepping into the elevator and continuing to only hold you in one place. His grip was still disguised as if he was walking you out in the same way he may escort an associate who was no longer welcome - in such a manner that would deter any further escalation. No one would be able to tell he was the only thing keeping you upright.

As the door slid shut to the elevator the facade crumbled, you lurching forward and gasping out a sob of pain, tilting your head down to let the blood that had been collecting in your mouth pour out onto the floor. You forgot how much mouth wounds bled. Yoongi was not bothered with the grotesque display as he swiftly adjusted his grip to wrap around your shoulders, his other arm sweeping at your feet as he lifted you with apparent ease. You shut your eyes as the tears began to flow once more, unable to restrain the moans and whimpers of pain that escaped between gasps as you cried. He still hadn’t said a word, even as you turned your face into his suit jacket, inhaling jaggedly as you tried to focus on the scent permeating from him, trying to place it through your snot-filled nose. The only thing you could recognize was the warm, woodsy scent of patchouli as you reached a shaking hand up to hold onto his jacket tightly. You knew he wouldn’t drop you, but it grounded you all the same.

You tried to slow your breathing, but failed as the elevator door opened and Yoongi strode quickly to your bedroom door, bending at the knees and somehow using his crook of his elbow and his body to turn the door knob, the only change in your positioning being that you tilted slightly as he spun it. He kicked the door with his foot gently as he stepped in, by-passing your bed as he carried you into your bathroom, carefully getting on his knees as he lowered you into your large bathtub as he placed you there. You continued to breath quickly, your gasps becoming sharper as your gentle shaking soon became uncontrollable. You released his jacket as he stood and you pulled your knees to your chest, shutting your eyes finally as you heard the tap briefly run before a cool rag brushed your chin, eyes flying open as you flinched away.

“Shh, I need to see your face. I have to get the blood off,” Yoongi whispered, and you finally looked at him, noting his face was still paler than normal. “Princess, I need you to take a slow, deep breath okay? Can you do that? Your lips are turning blue; you’re hyperventilating. You’re safe,” he murmured, brows pinching together in a pained expression you had never seen on his face as you tried to nod, attempting to take a long breath in but ended up gulping in air multiple times on the way, the blurring of your vision worsening as Yoongi grimaced, your breathing speeding up again, your shoulders shrugging with the effort to take in air. The last thing you heard was Yoongi’s tense exclamation of “Shit!” before you blacked out.

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When you awoke, you were under the covers of your large bed. You sat up quickly before groaning from the ache in your head, then realizing that opening your mouth made you want to scream from pain. Between the squeeze on your jaw and the cuts inside your mouth, it was safe to say you would be saying very little for a while. You glanced towards the window, noting it was inky black outside.

“How long has he hit you?” came a cool voice from beside your bedside and you turned to face the source, seeing a figure standing beside the small table, casting a shadow with the aid of a lamp. Had he even left? Yoongi had shed his stained suit jacket, but still wore the white shirt and same suit pants. You only knew it was the same shirt due to the blood stain from where your mouth must have painted him. Instead of attempting to speak, you shrugged in an attempt to get his gaze off of you. It was piercing and unnerving. You felt as if this was the beginning of an interrogation, and you didn’t fail to notice the color had still not returned to his normally pale face. Now that your mind was a bit clearer you were able to recognize why it registered so deeply with you. He was the embodiment of white with fury. “How. Long?” he said again with such harshness you swallowed hard, ignoring the fire that licked down your throat as you did so.

“That’s a joke right? He’s always been like that. I just normally am better at avoiding it,” you forced out; your words were almost incoherent as you tried to move your jaw as little as possible as you spoke. That was bearable. Good. Not that you had expected it to be, but at least your jaw wasn’t broken; that would have been a pain in the ass. “What time is it?”

“It’s three am,” Yoongi hissed as his eyes glimmered in the near darkness, pushing off the wall and grabbing a glass of water off the table and sweeping a few pills into his hand. “Take these.” You took his offering and a small sip of the water before carefully throwing the pills to the back of your throat and washing them down, sighing softly. “They’re pain pills. They’ll help and you’ll be able to go back to sleep in a bit.”

You didn’t answer but pulled back the cover of your bed and slid out, noting that your bloody shirt had been changed but you still had on your sports bra and leggings. And your ponytail had been taken down, which was probably a good thing since your scalp was still aching from the hold your father had you in.

“Y/N… don’t.” Came Yoongi’s voice, still unemotional but a bit gentler than his earlier tone. You didn’t turn back to him but stopped your path to your vanity, obviously trying to look at your reflection in the mirror to assess the damage.

“Is it that bad?” you grumbled, turning to him and you watched him shrug.

“It’s not good. Don’t worry about it tonight. No bones are broken from what I can tell. I wiped you down the best I could. Just change once I leave and get back into bed.”

You let out a deep breath but finally stepped towards your closet instead to grab an oversized t-shirt. You could work the bra off under it and slip your pants off once you had it on. “Why did you even stay?” you said softly as you set to work, your muscles aching as you attempted to change modestly. You don’t know why it even mattered, but in this moment it did.

“I needed to know if he had done this before. I needed to know if this was the first time. When we were kids, you weren’t around all the time. Sometimes, I’d go months without seeing you. I didn’t know if this was a part of it,” he spat out, visibly tensing as he took a loud steadying breath.

You shrugged as you pulled off your leggings, successful in stripping your bra off under the shirt, and padded back to your bed. “There were a few reasons he kept me separated from everyone. It wasn’t all because he thought I was too precious to see any of this.” You climbed back into bed and tried to settle back into the plushness. Yoongi took a step closer to you, his mouth slightly open as he watched you try to get comfortable, seemingly unable to stop himself.

“Y/N…” he said softly and reached a hand towards you and you stiffened, eyes narrowing, and he took note, dropping his hand slowly.

“Yoongi, I never asked for your fucking pity.”

“I know, and it makes me want to help you even more.”

You blinked and tried to register what he was implying. “Help me?” you repeated, shaking your head as you felt the same hysterical laugh bubble up that had made your assault that much worse in your father’s office. “No one can help me!” You laughed, eyes widening as the smile twisted your features. “This is my life, this is what I was born into. This is what all those shiny things cost, Yoongi! I always knew it but I forgot.” You watched as the pained expression from earlier slid back over his features, and you raised your eyebrows in response. “I appreciate it, but unless you’re willing to put a bullet in my fucking head there’s no saving anything.”

“Who says it has to be your head, Princess?” he said gently and you swear you felt the world stop.

“Don’t say shit like that Min,” you hissed, baring your teeth and shaking your head. “Even if we don’t always get along, I don’t want you dead too.”

“Whatever you say Princess,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he cocked his head to the side. “Are you alright to sleep? You don’t feel like you’re going to vomit?” he asked seriously, watching as you shook your head.

“I don’t have a concussion,” you grumbled but as you watched him smirk and go to grab his jacket you felt your heart speed up. “Yoongi- w-wait.” He immediately stopped, as if he was anticipating your words. “Can you stay here the rest of the night? I know he won’t do anything but I-”

“Let me go change my clothes. Is that okay Princess?”

“Yeah… I just don’t want to be-”

“It’s fine Y/N. I’ll be right back.” You stayed sitting up, watching him as he dismissed your attempts at explanations and justification as he walked out.

You sighed, leaning against the leather headboard and let your breathing even out, even as your heart still raced. The pain began to slowly ebb as the medication took effect; what had you even taken? It had to be something strong as a comfortable fog began to cloud your thoughts.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to have him here. Did you even need to explain? He was technically your bodyguard. You had known each other most of your lives. You had just suffered through an assault; staying with you was reasonable. Even if the assailant wasn’t unknown, nor were the motives. At the end of the day, Yoongi’s presence made breathing a bit easier. His presence made you feel safe.

The door opened again and you sucked in a breath as Yoongi re-entered your bedroom, one hand carrying his gun and holster, the other a hanger with a clean pressed suit. “I’ll wake up before you,” was all he said in response to your surprised expression as he studied you. He mistook the shock on your face as being accredited to the suit. He was an idiot if he thought you cared about the fact he would dress here. You were too busy drinking in the sight of his lean figure in low-slung grey sweatpants. You tried to rip your gaze back to his face but you got caught on the black ribbed tank top and the swirling black tattoos covering his shoulder and chest before disappearing under the material.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you choked out, feeling your face flush and mentally slapping yourself. He may look like sex on legs, but you looked like you just had the shit beat out of you. Which to be fair to yourself, you actually just had the shit beat out of you.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, a small smirk tilting his lip up but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He draped his suit over the chair to your vanity and carried his gun with him towards the plush armchair in the corner of the room.

“The bed is big enough Min. I won’t touch you,” you said breathlessly, trying to force away the blush that was deepening across your face. He seemed to freeze and take a few steadying breaths.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Princess.” His voice was controlled but quiet.

“Please Yoongi…” you said just as quietly. “It’s just for tonight. I won’t feel safe if you’re all the way over there.”

It was definitely an over exaggeration. You hadn’t really expected him to even agree to stay in your room with you. The chair was the reasonable option. You knew you were pushing it.

“Princess, I-” He breathed, the airiness of his tone making your belly somersault and it gave you a tiny shiver.

“Yoongi, please. I need you next to me. Just tonight.” You shouldn’t be so worried about getting this man into bed with you, but now that he was here in front of you and it was so close to happening, you felt you might cry if he denied you.

You watched his back muscles rippled as he tensed and tried to relax. He turned wordlessly and walked to the opposite side of the bed, setting his holster down and climbing into the king-sized bed with you. “Go to sleep Princess.”

The drugs had to be prescriptions, not that you really expected a member of an organized crime family to just take a regular aspirin when they were in pain. “Is the oxy working yet? It should start soon if it hasn’t.” You hummed your assent as you squirmed down into the bed and tried to keep the smile from your face as you reached over and turned out the lamp. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, savoring the heat that quickly built from having two bodies under the covers of your bed, ignoring the slightly annoyed sigh from the other side of the bed.

“Be quiet Min, I’m trying to rest,” you said softly and a soft dry chuckle cut through the silence as you let sleep take you.

==

Yoongi’s POV

Yoongi listened to the soft sounds of your breathing as they lengthened and deepened, the pain pills having done their job perfectly. If only he could have done his job in such a manner. He had been given a job: to keep you safe, and he took it seriously. Even if the one assigning his work was an abusive piece of shit. Yoongi let out a sigh, glancing over at your figure in the dark to make sure his huff hadn’t disturbed your slumber. It didn’t. You were still laying there, eyes closed and unaware, your face turned towards him to afford him a view of what exactly your father had done in his absence.

He felt his teeth grind against each other as even in the dark, he could make out the near black bruises covering your neck in the clear shape of hands, a bloom crossing your smooth cheek as well. Even your chin and jaw were dark from bruising; evidence that your father had held your face to force submission. It had worked. He opened his mouth and stretched his own jaw to try and stop himself from continuing to grind his molars down to nothing in rage. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to forget how you looked and how he felt when he entered the office, watching the blood drip onto the floor. How he wanted nothing more than to simply pull out his gun and lodge a bullet into your father’s knee before proceeding to swing the butt of his gun down onto him until he shattered every bone in the pig’s disgusting face.

Until he begged him to stop. Until he begged his daughter to tell Yoongi to stop.

The daydream made Yoongi smile a full gummy smile and chuckle for the first time today. He would stop when you told him to. If you told him to. Now that he knew your father had put his hands on you before this, he wondered if you would just let him continue until his mania at seeing what had been done to you was sated. He knew it wouldn’t be until he heard your father’s death rattle, knowing it had been at his own hands.

You stirred slightly to readjust in your sleep, drawing his attention back to the present as you moved closer to him in the bed and he sucked in a breath. Even beaten and bruised you affected him. Even carrying you in that elevator down the hall as you clutched onto him. He had been spiraling down into violence but as soon as you grabbed his jacket, he knew you wouldn’t withstand even him raising his voice to anyone without shattering. You were normally so fierce and seeing you broken made him want to tear apart this entire society you both lived in, even if it was all either of you had ever known.

It was then he had decided he would be what you were asking of him with your sobs and how you clutched onto him; he would be as gentle as could be and give you whatever you needed tonight. Tomorrow he would begin the undertaking of dismantling your father piece by fucking piece.

He had watched over you after you passed out; you had woken up briefly for him to get you to take pain medicine once before you actually were able to speak to him. Before you asked him to stay with you. He wanted to pretend it didn’t make his icy heart crack, the way you tried to explain and justify his presence. He would never ask you to in this kind of situation. When Yoongi returned to his room, he attempted to steel himself for a night of sitting in that uncomfortable chair, and a sleepless day tomorrow. He had gone more than twenty-four hours without sleep before.

But when your eyes, even if they had started to become glossy and dilated from the drugs, began to run over him, he had to try and think of every unsexy thing he could fathom. You had just been fucking violated and just with one look he felt the blood travel away from his brain and pool below his waist. Why did he think he would be able to wear sweatpants while staying with you? You destroyed every semblance of self control he had. He still hadn’t forgotten your teasing in the elevator prior to this shit show.

Then your soft drowsy voice had called out to him just as he had regained his mental fortitude and continued to the chair. You would be the fucking death of him and he didn’t think he would really mind. Now, as he laid here in bed with you trying to ignore the fact that you were shifting closer to him in your sleep, seeking his warmth, he closed his eyes. He had anticipated the pure fury of tonight keeping him awake, but instead it was the fact that he could feel your breath on his neck, that if he turned his head back to you he could still make out your absolutely gorgeous feminine form from under the blankets. The dip in your waist and the curve of your hips, sloping into your soft thigh. Yoongi’s eyes shot open as he let out a soft hiss as he felt his member stiffen in his sweats, one large hand reaching down to palm himself, and he willed his hard-on to disappear.

He dropped his eyes again, confident he would get his bulge to go down without waking you, and as he tended to it, a soft small hand reached across his middle, making his forehead furrow. He tried to take a steadying breath, and tried to not imagine that the events of last night weren’t the reason he was in your bed. That you had just invited him to bed because you wanted him there, not for security but because you wanted him as a man to share your bed and body. That he could roll over to face you, slip his own hand up that oversized shirt and rub soft circles into your skin before slipping his hand down in-between your thighs.

Yoongi felt his cock twitch and himself harden further, forcing another deep breath in and out as he circled back to try and think of grotesque things to make his longing subside. You at least had stopped wriggling in the bed in an attempt to get closer; he was thankful for that. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to calm his heart and regulate his breath to make it possible for him to drift off.

This was going to be a long night.

[uwuwriting]

Yandere ex w/ Midoriya and Bakugou

Request: Can I request some headcanons about Deku, Bakugou annnddd whoever else you'd like with reader and they are currently dating

Reaction to reaching you from your crazy ex boyfriend who is...very powerful and has managed to corner you, alone. You're scared, you're a civilian.

" oh shh. Don't cry baby, i'm here. Now that I'm here, you're all mine, now that you're done being silly. You and me forever"

( thought that'd get the creepy factor)

I'm just a sucker for rescue missions. I'm just so interested in how they'd approach that situation, how they'd comfort reader afterwards

Thank you. For reading this if you don't do this

Which is totally fine! - anonymous

Bruh rescue missions are just *chef’s kiss*. I’ve been having a mini Deku and Bakugou infatuation and I just wanna see more fics with these cuties and their civilian s/os. Like legit there aren’t enough fics with quirkless/civilian readers out there and I’m sad. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: stalking, attempted kidnapping, mentions of toxic past relationships, being chased, eventual fluff in the form of comfort, TW BEWARE. 

Midoriya Izuku/ Pro hero! Deku

-Izuku believed you were an angel walking on earth. 

-He met you in the brink of death *literally* when you stitched him up and stabbed an IV into his arm. 

-It was love at first sight for him tbh and he is proud to admit it too. 

-Soon enough -and after many many more visits to the hospital so he can be treated by dr. L/N- he asked you out and now you’re living together. 

-He knows about your ex and he hates him for what he did to you. 

-He has coaxed you into relaxing many nights after you’ve had terrible nightmares about your ex finding you again and this time not only putting your freedom on the line but also Izuku’s safety. 

-You know he is a pro hero and all but you can’t stop seeing him on your apartment floor, unmoving with your ex looming over him. 

-He is always there to chase that horrible darkness away and replace it with the warmth of his love. 

-So as time passed, thoughts of your ex became less and less frequent until they stopped popping up throughout the day all together and you were happy with that. 

-Then the universe decided that it should serve you with a good old traumatizing experience to spice things up. 

-You were walking home after your shift at the hospital was over, exhausted out of your mind when you felt the hairs at the back of your neck rise.

-It was like a sixth sense, knowing that something was up. 

- “Y/n-chan~”

-Your blood ran cold at the familiar voice, your mind going blank as you quickly fished out your phone dialing Izuku’s number while speeding up. 

- “Hey angel w-”

- “Izu he is here. H-he is f-following me.” 

-You heard his feet hitting the pavement on the other line as he ran down the busy street, completely forgetting about the patrol he was on. 

- “Where are you angel?”

-Sharing your location with him you took a sharp turn and into a convenience store, walking to the very back and hiding behind a few shelves, your eyes glazing over as you heard the sliding doors ding as your ex stepped inside not even a minute after you. 

-When did he get so close?

- “Izu please.” 

- “I’m almost there Y/N, I’ll protect you I promise.” 

-You held your breath as footsteps got closer, Izuku’s breathing keeping you grounded as they echoed through the other line. 

-Dipping behind another shelf you zigzagged through the aisles hoping to lose him as you slowly and quietly made your way to the entrance, your plan being to run outside and find Izuku. 

-Your plan though was cute short when an arm wrapped tightly around your waist bringing you flush with a sturdy chest, your ex’s head dipping into your hair and breathing in your scent in an exaggerated sniff. 

- “You like the chase Y/N-chan~? I’ve got you now.” 

-Izuku’s panicked voice could be heard coming from your phone as he listened to your ex talking to you. 

-A whimper of your actual boyfriend’s name left your lips in an attempt to get away from him but his grip on you tightened making a sob escape you as tears cascaded down your cheeks, too many awful memories of your past relationship flooding your mind. 

-You wanted your Izuku. 

- “Aww baby don’t cry. And my name isn’t Izuku so don’t make that silly little mistake again because it doesn’t make me happy when you call out other men’s names. I got you now and everything will be back to normal in no time. Just you and me my sweet Y/N.” 

-You thrashed around, your hands clawing at the arm wrapped around your waist and the other one that was holding your chin. 

-In your panic you didn’t even hear the ding of the store’s doors as your boyfriend stepped in, eyes immediately locking on your crying features and the outer fear in your eyes as you ex tried kissing your neck.  

-It took him mere seconds to untangle you from your ex’s grasp and pull you safely into his chest, a punch flying right into your attackers jaw as he fell to the floor with a loud thud. 

-His hands went immediately to cradle your head near his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you sobs wracked through your body. 

- “Shh angel, it’s me I’m right here shh. He can’t hurt you Y/N.” 

-Police sirens echoed outside as a few officers poured through the double doors, Izuku scooping you up and taking you outside trudging the familiar road to your shared apartment. 

-You wouldn’t let go of his hero costume as he calmly set you on your shared bed, whispering to you that he was only going to the closet to help you both change. 

-It took him a lot of time to actually calm you down and when he managed it he called his agency to inform them that he would be taking the day off. 

-The only thing he could do after that was hold you as close to his chest as he possibly could, reassuring you that he wouldn’t be coming anywhere close to you from now on that he was officially gone. 

Bakugou Katsuki/ Pro Hero! Dynamight

-It was a stupid argument that escalated and now he found himself crashing at Kirishima’s. 

-You two hadn’t talked for about a week now and Bakugou feared that you had had enough of him and you would break up if he called. 

-He felt awful.

-He just wanted to go back home to you, kiss you, hug you, be back in his normal routine with the love of his life but no he had to be stubborn and push you to your limits with a silly argument that he doesn’t even remember what the fuck it was about. 

-It was the third sleepless night for him and he couldn’t stop his brain from drifting to you and what you might be doing. 

-You on the other hand were terrified out of your mind. 

-Not long after Katsuki stormed out of your apartment you had started getting texts from an unknown number saying things like “He is finally gone” and “Now we can be together again dolly.” 

-The nickname had sent shivers down your spine, memories of your toxic/yandere ex flooding your mind. 

-Katsuki had helped you run away from him and heal after those dark days. 

-Walking to the kindergarten you worked at became a constant threat.

-You were always looking behind your shoulder for anyone who might be following you, coming very close to calling Katsuki more than once when you thought that you had caught a whiff of your ex. 

-You began asking your coworkers to walk home with you using the excuse that it felt kinda lonely walking alone.

-Things reached a tipping point when the photos started coming in. 

-Photos of you in your class helping the kids, on your way to the station to catch your train every morning and even from inside your own house. 

-Photos of you putting on one of Katsuki’s hoodies was filled with manic scribbles of the word stop as a big red circle was drawn around your boyfriend’s sweatshirt. 

-It terrified you and you wanted nothing else than to call Katsuki and beg him to come back. 

-But despite it all your worthless pride and ego got in the way convincing you that you would fight your ex with your own two hands. 

-All those thoughts were tossed out the window when you heard your ex’s voice outside your apartment’s door on a late Friday night. 

- “Dolly open the door~” 

-In less than a second you had pushed the kitchen table in front of the door, your fingers hastily dialing Katsuki’s number, tears already streaming down your cheeks as your ex pounded at the front door, his voice and pleas becoming more and more aggressive as the seconds ticked by. 

-Two agonizing minutes passed before Bakugou answered, his gruff voice reaching your ears from the other line as he answered with a short “What”

- “Katsu please h-he is trying to get in. H-he is at the d-door. I-I don’t know what to do.” 

- “Baby lock yourself in our room and try to barricade the door. After that hide I’ll be there before you know it.”

-You could hear a door slamming shut and his hasty steps coming through the other line. 

-Doing as you were told you locked your bedroom door, pushing your dresser in front of it as more bangs came from the front door the legs of the kitchen table scraping the floor as the door almost rattled off its hinges. 

-Ducking underneath your bed you let out a few whines to which Katsuki answered with reassuring words. 

- “I’m almost there baby, I’ll save you. Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby. I should be home with you right now keeping you safe from that lunatic. I’m sorry I love you so much.” 

- “Katsu please hurry please. I-I’m so scared. Please.” 

- “I can see our building don’t worry-” 

-A loud thud came from the kitchen and only a few seconds later something rammed into the bedroom door ripping another whimper from your throat. 

- “Oh my god Katsu he’s in our house!!” 

- “Y/N, dolly, why are you making this so difficult my love? I just want” *thud* “to love you” *thud* “the way you” *thud* “DESERVE!”

-In one finally push your dresser was finally knocked over as the door creaked slightly open, your ex squeezing through the crack a laugh and a breathy moan of your name escaping his lips as he stepped inside.  

- “Katsuki I lo-” 

-The only thing that Katsuki could hear was your scream as he barreled up the stairs to your apartment. 

-He was gonna skin that bastard alive for hurting you and then he would skin himself alive for allowing this to happen. 

-He will never forget the look of pure terror in your eyes as you ex was pining you on the floor, your eyes darting through the room desperately searching for a way to escape this. 

-Katsuki tackled your assailant, straddling his waist as he let punch after punch connect with the bastard's face as you cowered to the far corner of the room. 

-After a few minutes of relentless punching your ex was knocked out cold while Katsuki was cradling you to his chest, rubbing circles onto your scalp as you sobbed in his chest. 

-You don’t remember much of what happened later, too exhausted to process anything and too comfortable in Katsuki’s arms as he led you to Kirishima’s house to spend the night. 

-He refused to take you to a hotel, he thought you would feel safer in a familiar environment. 

-Kiri left you two alone as Katsuki prepared a bath and a change of clothes. 

- “Katsu…” 

-His name left your lips as a mere whisper and it broke his heart. 

- “I can’t go back to our house...He had been in there….he had taken pictures I-I” 

- “Shh it’s alright. It was getting kinda small for us anyways. Shh Don’t worry about it.” 

- “I’m sorry Katsu, I’m so sorry.” 

-It would take a lot of hard work to build up your sense of safety and he knew it but he was ready to give it his all for you. 

- “No need to apologize baby. You know I would do anything for you and your safety and I’ll be here next to you now matter what. I love you and I will never stop. You kinda have my wrapped around your finger, woman.” 

-You let out a weak giggle followed by an “I love you” of your own and a little peck on the lips, as you snuggled close to him, his arms bringing you safely to his chest in a way to calm your nerves. 

-You really did have wrapped around your finger.

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