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Uh..shit I um...I'm gonna handcuff myself to you. But like only the day before they come looking for you. You're not leaving this second so it doesn't have to happen now. This is like. Warm up to your hostage
Oh, I get practice on being a hostage. That's very considerate of you. Maybe I can practice for if I really do become a hostage while in the military.
Oh, I shouldn't have gone there.
What if you handcuff yourself to me and we have to pee? What are you going to do then?
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Loki x reader
Truth and Lies
You see Loki again after a long time, but he's a lot different
My bones were aching and my ears were ringing.
My skin felt so cold.
You opened my eyes seeing I was laying on my side with my hands handcuffed in front of me.
I could see gold floors all around me and I instantly knew I was no longer on earth.
My eyes followed up the golden stairs, the familiarity clicking in my mind.
Asgard.
My eyes went up further and I saw someone I hadn't seen in so long.
Someone I thought was long dead.
"Loki." I whispered in disbelief as I starred at him, he smiled and looked down at me.
"There you are, love. Took you awhile to wake up." He said as I did my best to sit up.
"Loki? I don't understand, you died. How..." I whispered, still starring in shock.
"Oh, my sweet girl. I thought you knew me better." He said, all I could do was stay silent.
"Have I made you speechless?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
"You're... Different." I whispered in fear as he stood up from his throne and slowly came down to where I was.
He had his sceptor in his hand and hooked it under your chin making you look up.
"I know everything we had wasn't a lie. You don't lie to someone for 400 years, I don't know what happened to you but I know you're still there and I know I still love you." I whispered before he swung his sceptor, hitting my face making me fall onto my side.
"You're just as foolish as the day I met you." He growled as I stayed on the floor.
"I don't know who did this to you, but I'm sorry I wasn't there to save you." I whispered, not looking up at him.
"Take her to the dungeons!" He shouted as two guard grabbed me off the floor and dragged me out of the throne room.
I didn't bother to fight, I just let them drag me through the halls and to the cells below the castle.
They threw me into a cell as I watched them leave.
This wasn't Loki and I knew that, and I also knew none of this was up to him.
I saw beyond the facade he had created.
He had called me foolish but he was foolish to think I wasn't able to see what was truly going on.
I sighed and rested against the wall of the cell.
My life had been rather boring lately, if I was being honest I was due for something like this to happen.
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If my timing was correct I had been in this dammed cell until nightfall, but then again it had been a while since I was on Asgard and the time here was a lot different.
I heard a noise and opened my eyes to see a guard looking down at me.
"Up, the King wants you to join him for dinner." He said as I chuckled softly and stood up.
He clamped restraints onto me as I walked beside him.
"Do you really enjoy this? Enjoy serving an unwise evil King?" I asked as he paused.
I had a way of getting into people's heads.
"You should undo these restraints and run away from here." I whispered as he turned to me and quickly released me.
I smiled as I walked back up into the halls of the castle.
If he wanted to play games then I was going to play with him.
I opened the doors to the dining hall to see Loki look up in surprise.
"I should've known that guard couldn't handle you. Sit down, my darling." He said as I glared into his cold eyes.
I sat at the table as servants brought out food.
"So, are we just going to keep pretending here? Because surely you can't be so dumb as to think the God of lies and the goddess of truth can lie to each other." I replied, keeping my posture straight and my face stoic.
"Maybe your undying love for me is clouding your judgement, my love. But, I don't mind one little bit. I would love to have a beautiful little thing like you by my side, a little pet that would do anything for me." He said as I rolled my eyes.
"You're delusion, my love. I don't know what happened to you in these past years, but it gives you no right to treat me like I am below you." I growled making him laugh softly.
"You survived all those years of torture in hel, remember? I remember you telling me that the way you survived was to just obey so you wouldn't make it worse. That may be your best course of action here, love. Obey your new master and you won't be tortured." He said as I sighed.
"Alright, I will obey. I will obey because I promised I would never abandon you, and I don't care how bad it gets I won't leave you to suffer." I replied, my strength not wavering.
I saw something in his eyes for a small moment, the old Loki shining through, but it was soon covered up with a vicious laugh.
"We'll see how long it takes to break you."
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I was back in my cell as I stared at the ceiling.
A guard stood in front of the cell as I looked at him in confusion.
"I have to get you out of here, you're the only one that can defeat Loki." He said as he unlocked the doors, I stood up and looked at him in shock.
"I can't leave." I replied as he stared at me.
"You can, I will get you out of here." He said with urgency as I smiled sadly.
"I don't doubt your judgement one bit, but I love Loki, more than anything. Maybe he isn't in there anymore or maybe he is, either way I made a promise to not leave him. Thank you for your kindness and bravery anyway, soldier."I replied as he continued to stare at me.
"Your love for him must be very strong. I wish you the best of luck, m'lady." He said as I offered him a smile before he disappeared.
He ran off and I sat back down in my cell.
"You had an open chance to run from here, why didn't you?" I heard a voice say as I looked up to see Loki, maybe that guard was an illusion.
"You heard me, Loki. I made a promise." I whispered as he looked down at me.
I could see there was so much conflict within him.
"Whoever is making you do this, I'm here to help you stop them. You're not truly lost, love. There's a reason you kidnapped me and I know it wasn't so you could have a pretty trophy wife. You knew I was the only one who would help after everything." I continued, I saw a small trace of tears in his eyes.
I stood up and stood in front of him, still behind the cell bars.
"You're right, I need help." He whispered as I reached forward through the bars to hold his hands.
"Then I will be here until the end of time or however long is takes to get you out of this mess, my love." I whispered as he looked at me and nodded.
"Thank you."
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How about Katou sfw & nsfw hcs
People like roach man? Alright, I’ll give him to ya. But a abnormal Katou.
Yandere Baki Head Canons
Kiyosumi Katou NSFW and SFW edition
And you’re getting the YANDERE EDITION too because I am a YANDERE BLOG
Minors DNI
I’ll find you and fight you in a Wendy’s parking lot
Kiyosumi Katou (SFW)
He hasn’t been in many relationships so he doesn’t have much experience. He’s super awkward at first. You’ll probably have to be the one who makes the first move
Katou is secretly insecure so he’ll try to push you away at first. How could you be interested in someone like him? He’s very taken with you once you keep showing him that you genuinely like him
He tries to still be cocky in front of his friends but he’s such a baby with you. He’s so needy and clingy. It’s funny how different he is around you. He loves you doting on him but be warned. He is very jealous if you laugh at any of his friends’ jokes. He will never share you. Ever
He tries to stop drinking so much and he even cleans his messy depression pit apartment out so you don’t think he’s such a slob. He wants to impress you. He wants you to like him more
You’re so sweet to him and you listen to all his crazy ramblings. He’s so happy you like him… it makes him feel like less of a loser
It’s when you hold his hand that a fire is lit inside of him. A strange feeling overcomes him. He wants to always know what you’re up to. He catches himself watching you from a distance a lot. At first it was to make sure you always make it home safe but then he finds himself watching you sleep. He’s counting your breaths to make sure you’re not breathing abnormally. He tries to reassure himself that it isn’t strange to watch over your partner
He looks forward to the days he gets to see you face to face. He loves your dates with him. He’s especially fond of hair ties/ bracelets you gift him. He loves to wear a little piece of you every where he goes… but soon the little trinkets aren’t enough for him. He wants more
He starts stealing your underwear, your socks, anything this man can get his hands on. He loves any little crumb that you leave behind for him
You notice his lingering stares on your backside and it makes you blush. You really like Katou so you completely ignore the obsessive red flags he has. Doesn’t everyone want a partner who is obsessed with them?
You invite him into your room which seals your fate to him
Kiyosumi Katou
Now Katou is average but he’s a little girthy. He has an uncut penis
He didn’t think he’d ever have someone initiate sex with him but here he is with you on your knees blowing him off. He’s trying so hard not to cum immediately but the way you’re sucking on him and rubbing, it’s getting to the point of being impossible. He’s definitely the type to whimper and cry
He apologizes for cumming so fast but he turns beet red when you just smile and swallow. He knows he probably tastes awful since he drinks and smokes but you take it like a champ. You give his penis a soft kiss and you hold him after the blow job. He’s so embarrassed but he’s also so happy you like him
Sex with him is awkward at first. He’s probably a virgin and it takes him awhile to get into the groove of it. Being inside of you is amazing and he never wants to leave your warmth
He’s very vanilla at first but the more you two go at it, the more he wants to try. The more he wants to grab you, choke you, pull your hair, and spank you. He’s in heaven
You’re going to be sore and aching once he gets his fill. He has a lot of stamina and a lot of enthusiasm
He really enjoys going down on you too. Katou behinds to really enjoy when he has control over you
He would probably enjoy anal (receiving or giving), tying you up, and handcuffing you as well
Katou also likes to record you two having sex but that’s only for his use. He would never show his friends anything but he would brag about your sex life a lot
#baki hanma#baki the grappler#baki x reader#yandere imagine#yandere#yandere fic#baki son of ogre#female reader#Baki#grappler baki#baki headcanons#baki dou#yandere baki#baki kaoru hanayama#baki the grappler x reader#Baki Yandere#kiyosumi katou
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Series: Rock Bottom
Fic Title: Season Three
Chapter Title: Why Am I Handcuffed?
Rating: Mature
Chapter Word Count: 3287
Chapter Tags: Hospital, Police, Emotions
Fic Summary:
Noah Kaiba's Battle City Tournament is over, but it didn't go quite his way. His desperate attempt at ultimate revenge brings Seto and his friends to the top of the KaibaCorp building, where critical decisions are forced in the span of seconds. Nobody is prepared for the consequences, least of all Seto.
Chapter Summary:
Seto wakes up and learns what's happened while he was unconscious, and what he's up against now.
Accompanying this chapter is art that I commissioned from the talented @luxielovesparkles of Ryou's archaeologist father, Dr. Kenji Bakura! He's based on the few shots we had of him from back in season one of the anime. In this AU, this is the good man that believes his son about the Spirit of the Millennium Ring, who saved the Ishtar siblings from their oppressive and abusive lives underground, and who is doing his best to watch out for these kids as they meddle with ancient magic. He works at the Domino Museum, sponsored by the university, and is friends with both Solomon Mutou and Arthur Hawkins. And in this chapter, he's stepping up to do for our very troubled Seto what he thinks he should have done in the first place: get involved, even if Seto doesn't want him to, because dammit this boy needs help.
I have been updating this fic every two weeks consistently since I started posting Season Three, but I've decided that I need to slow down. It's not a high-interaction story (it's part four of a long series, so I completely get why) and I just need to ease up for awhile on it. Besides, the next few chapters are gonna be tricky because I apparently have this bad habit of turning Yugioh fanfics into crime dramas.
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“What do you mean, you sedated him?” Joey asked angrily. Mai placed a hand on his arm, hoping it calmed him.
“Look, kid, I wasn’t there when it happened,” the tired nurse explained. “The notes just say that there was a struggle when he woke up and they sedated him so they could redo his stitches.”
Joey huffed in annoyance. He wanted to say more, but he knew it wasn’t the nurse’s fault.
“You’re free to ask him about it once visiting hours start in twenty-five minutes,” she said, dismissing them both.
Mai pulled gently on his arm, leading Joey away to some empty seats. Joey put down his friend’s backpack at his feet.
“Seto hates hospitals,” Joey muttered. “No wonder he freaked out.”
Mai moved her hand down his arm to hold his hand, and he squeezed it.
“Do you wanna talk, or do you just want to wait?” she asked quietly.
“Wait.”
#joey wheeler#mai valentine#mai kujaku#my writing#my fanfiction#Rock Bottom AU#whump#yugioh dm#commissioned art#this is the first art i've commissioned for this AU and I'm hoping to commission a lot more art for it in the future
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Do you have any tips for writing? Or do you just have an unbelievable natural talent?
Oh.
I don’t— I don’t even know how to answer this bc…😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰 I would not consider myself talented at all 😫 I personally feel like I’m breaking all the rules when I write bc I don’t know them, the do’s and don’ts. I read an article the other day, and I def did everything on their “never do this” list. I look at other ppl’s writing and constantly think “dammit, I’ll never be that good!” So I dunno. I’m just making it up as I go along and learning a bit more each time. I still feel like a newbie even tho I’ve been writing fic for 2 years now. Since I never wrote before that, I feel like I’m playing catch up all the time. So yeah, no idea if this made sense, but I was blown away and am kinda reeling about your ask. Like, “who me?” So thank you from the bottom of my heart 💕💕💕 gonna turn into a puddle now 😭
To get to the other part, I did answer an ask awhile back that included suggestions for writing motivation and what works for me (again with the caveat that I’m more familiar with nonfiction writing). It’s super long, but I think it applies to your ask. I’ll link it here. There’s a lot of info there. I will say. I did try writing sprints after I wrote this, and honestly they got me thru last year’s Skam Big Bang. I’m easily distracted, but the sprints kept me focused. No sneaking off to tumblr 😂. And I also liked seeing how much progress I was making in real time. So yeah, sprints are great!
Other advice I didn’t mention in that post:
Write what makes you happy, what excites you, what brings you joy. It’s so easy to get bogged down with “will anyone like this? ” It doesn’t matter. Unless you’re trying to publish, which is a whole diff world outside of my experience, fic writing is for you and about you. It’s about your love for the characters or the show or the world. You’re sharing that love with ppl, and whether 30 or 300 or 3000 ppl read it, you’ve made someone’s life better. I still struggle with this, but in the end I ask myself what matters most, being proud of my story and being happy that I wrote it, or the kudos? I have a fic with 11 kudos, and that’s okay. So I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t focus on the numbers. Focus on writing what makes you happy. (Also the age old, write what you know 😂—but I have a whole shadowhunters collection, and I’ve def never swung a sword or fought a demon, so...).
So in a similar vein, there’s also the “is this any good?” question that haunts us. Honestly, just put words on the paper!! It doesn’t matter. Try something new. Experiment. See what you’ve got in you. You’ll never know if you don’t try. Try try again. You’ll grow and improve and learn about yourself, but that only works if you start somewhere. Fic writing isn’t about being a perfect, great literary author, it’s about finding joy in sharing the story that’s in your head with ppl who also love those characters. Plenty of ppl slap up unedited stories. There’s no expectation. We’re out there having fun. And anyway, writing is a process, your stories will improve from one to the next. Just keep writing.
Don’t be afraid to take ideas from real life. So many of my fics are grounded in reality. Anything can be inspiration for a story. I had an ER nurse who looked like Merlin, and a sobbe fic was born (odd correlation, i know). I got bogged down thinking about how kinnporsche got their shirts off while handcuffed together, and another sobbe fic was born. You can also use fic/plot generators or ask for prompts if you need ideas.
I don’t do this bc I don’t like being bombarded by information, but a lot of ppl follow writing and author’s blogs. They give out great advice, and Neil Gaiman in particular is very active and often adds to posts.
Internet searches are your best friend. I have at least 30 tabs open when I’m writing fic. A thesaurus tab and all kinds of research tabs. You can google anything. Need to know what exact set list Queen with Adam Lambert played in Brussels in 2019, you can find that. (I did, haha). Sometimes it helps to ground your story in reality so that it feels more real to you. Will anyone notice? Probably not, but we can get a lot of enjoyment out of our research dives, and you’ll know, which is all that matters.
Read, read, read. As I said before, I never wrote stories, nor did I study creative writing. But i read a hell of a lot. I think that helps. I understand plot and character. I know grammar. I know the mechanics of story writing. I think there’s something to be said that the more you expose yourself to the literary world, the more you will be able to function within it. You’ll pick up on how things are done--plot organization, character development, etc. Also sometimes it can be just as helpful to learn what not to do.
I don’t know if this is even remotely helpful. I hope it is. I am a very insecure writer, and I still don’t think of myself as one. I’m still surprised I’ve written half a million words of fic. I hope this came across as more hopeful and helpful than negative nancy, but i do understand the woes and struggles of writing too. Please let me know if there’s something more specific. This was very general.
I apologize for the length of this and for the length of the linked ask. You know me, I always write too much. I wish you all the best in your writing journey, and I hope to read your work some day!!! Thank you for this ask and for blowing my mind and making my day and making me cry. 💕💕💕
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Can you do a fluffy wanda one (with a little angst because of course) where reader and wanda are best friends, reader wants more, but thinks wanda is interested in vision so she doesnt say anything. And then one day a mission goes wrong, and reader gets into an accident that results in her getting powers, and it makes wanda wake up and confess her feelings?
Requited Love
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: cussing, injury, that’s all!
A/N: hello! i hope you enjoy what i’ve created out of your request, anon! sorry i couldn’t think about how i could incorporate the powers part of the request! not proofread, so i apologize for any grammatical errors! join my taglist here <3
Summary: Wanda Maximoff and Y/N L/N are your typical best friends who refuse to admit their feelings for each other.
Word Count: 3.3K (had a lil too much fun with this)
(gif is not mine)
You and your best friend, Wanda, had been friends practically since the moment she had joined the team. Being the youngest Avenger, you were so excited that there would finally be another member that was close to your age. Despite the events of Sokovia, you didn’t fear the woman. If anything, it only made the urge to get closer to her stronger.
Her powers absolutely mesmerized you. From the color of her powers to the different ways she could use them to her advantage; it was mind blowing how much power she had literally at her fingertips. As time went on, you and Wanda became very close. You’d always have movie nights together in your room, which eventually led to the Sokovian woman peacefully sleeping next to you in your bed.
Not only was Wanda drop dead gorgeous, but she was genuine and humble. She had confided in you about the many different traumas she had been through and expressed how the surreal amount of grief constantly consumed her. It broke your heart to know that such an amazing person was put through so much.
Her past could’ve easily turned her into a villain, but she decided to go the opposite direction. She came to the conclusion that her powers could help others and that’s what she had chosen to do in Sokovia and up to now. It was why she had agreed to join the Avengers in the first place. Wanda knew how awful the world could be and she wanted to be there for people the way that her family had been before they passed. The amount of respect you had for Wanda was immeasurable.
Over the span of two years, you and Wanda became joined to the hip. Wanda didn’t even sleep in her own bed anymore. Before, she would just accidentally fall asleep in your room or sneak into your room in the late hours of the night to sleep with you. But now, she just barged into your room every night and slept there. She said that you kept the nightmares she had at bay and you were more than happy to be there for her if it meant she got a full night’s rest.
You both jumped at any opportunity you guys could to be on the same mission as the other. You not only wanted to spend time with her, but you wanted to protect her. Lord knows that Wanda of all people could handle herself, but it kept you at peace when you were with her; knowing that she had you to back her up. Naturally, you fell in love with your best friend.
At first, you thought you were just confusing your special platonic friendship with Wanda for romantic feelings. But sometimes you caught yourself wanting to kiss Wanda. You knew damn well that friends don’t daydream about making out with each other. So, yeah, you definitely had feelings for Wanda, but there was one thing standing in your way; Vision.
Vision basically joined the team at the same time Wanda did. He was created during the Ultron situation and has been an Avenger since then. Wanda and Vision were very close. They weren’t as close as you and Wanda were, but he was a close second. They had a bond over the mind stone that you couldn’t ever compete with. This fact discouraged you and forced you to keep your mouth shut. You’d rather keep your feelings to yourself and suffer in private than risk your friendship with Wanda.
I mean, you didn’t even know if Wanda was into girls! She could be as straight as a wooden ruler and you would most definitely embarrass yourself if you told her. Vision wasn’t exactly a man by any means, he was a robot. If Wanda were to like Vision that must mean you had a chance right? Not to be an ass, but he’s literally a hunk of metal. Regardless of all these thoughts, you knew at the end of the day that you would have to hide your feelings for the sake of maintaining the relationship you currently have with the Sokovian.
You did pretty good at hiding your feelings for awhile. You acted as if everything was normal and not like you were emotionally crying out inside every time you saw Wanda with Vision. It began to get too much when you had caught sight of the pair cooking Paprikash in the communal kitchen. Cooking was something you and Wanda used to do together. It was kind of your thing. It may seem silly, but watching her do something with Vision that used to be sacred to you both hurt.
You began to distance yourself the closer Wanda and Vision got together. What sucked even more was that Wanda didn’t even acknowledge your sudden distance. She no longer slept in your room, opting to spend her nights with Vision. You were dying inside and Wanda didn’t even care to notice.
You had a mission to get to today. Usually, Wanda would be down in the hangar whenever you were going on a mission without her, but she wasn’t there today. She was probably off somewhere with Vision, again. It stung that Wanda didn’t even want to see you off. She was so preoccupied with Vision that she didn’t even give you a second thought. A toaster was stealing your best friend who you just so happened to be madly in love with away from you. And you couldn’t do anything to stop it.
So, you reluctantly got onto the Quinjet with Steve who was accompanying you on the mission. Fury only sent you two in for this mission because it was a simple one. It didn’t require the entire team to complete. You both were to capture and detain the scientist responsible for the latest human experimentations at the hands of Hydra. From the intel gathered by S.H.I.E.L.D, their security wasn’t that bad so it would be a walk in the park for you and Steve. You had just left and you already desperately wanted to go home and wallow in your own self pity in the comfort of your bed.
But first, you had to get this mission over with. The Quinjet landed a little far away from the small Hydra base. You and Steve made your way out of the jet and began to trudge your way toward the building. As you guys got closer, Steve stopped abruptly.
“No matter what, we stick together okay? Just because this should be an easy mission, doesn’t mean we should let our guard down. Understand?” He lectured you sternly as he stared at you intensely.
“Yeah. I got it, Cap.” You replied to him dismissively as you continued to make your way toward the building. You took note of the five guards that were guarding the entrance and gave Steve a nod before you both sprung into action.
After you guys had taken down the entrance guards, you both sneakily made your way into the building. It was pretty easy to find your target, seeing that the building was the size of a house. You and Steve barged into the room, the scientist whipping around quickly and freezing in shock at the sight of you both.
Steve quickly charged at the man and placed him into handcuffs. As Steve pulled the man up by the collar, forcing him to his feet, a thought crossed your mind. This is too easy. Only five guards and the professor was just conveniently in here? This had to be a setup.
Before you could voice your concerns to Steve, you felt a sharp pain rip through your shoulder as Hydra agents flooded into the room. You fell to your knees in pain as Steve threw the target to the ground. He quickly began to fight as many agents as he could. You stood up as you tried to temporarily forget the pain. You began to take on agents yourself. Despite being injured, you kicked their asses with ease.
You were down to the last agent while Steve was pulling the scientist back up to his feet, much more aggressively this time. For some reason, your thoughts went to Wanda. How would she react to your injury? Would she even bother to visit you to make sure you were okay?
Unfortunately, you had chosen the wrong time to become distracted by your thoughts of Wanda. While your thoughts were racing, you failed to notice the glint of a knife in the agent’s left hand. As you blocked one of his punches, he quickly stabbed you right in the stomach. At this, Steve jumped in to help you and made quick work of knocking out the man who stabbed you.
You fully fell to the floor this time, gasping for air. Not only were you shot, but now you got stabbed. Seriously? Did god decide you weren’t already having a shitty enough time? Steve quickly picked you up in his arms in a panic. He carried you to the Quinjet while making sure the scientist was following behind you both. Steve placed your body onto the medical table that was in the Quinjet, handcuffed the man to a railing, and sped off to the compound. He took note of how much blood you lost; it was a lot to say the least. If he didn’t get to the compound soon, he feared you wouldn’t make it; and that wasn’t an option.
The 30 minute trip to the compound turned into a 15 minute ride. Steve quickly rushed you into the medical wing of the compound and placed you into the care of Doctor Helen Cho. He knew he had to tell the team about what happened. The Avengers were a family, and you being the youngest meant you were like a child to them, well besides Wanda obviously.
Steve hurriedly made his way into the living room of the Avenger’s living quarters and made sure Jarvis informed everyone that it was an emergency. As Steve entered, everyone turned to face him with worry present on each of their faces.
“What’s wrong, Rogers? Is everything okay?” Natasha asked as she looked over his body. There was an insane amount of blood all over his star-spangled suit. “It’s Y/N.”
At Steve’s words, everyone in the room stood in shock as their jaws dropped. But no one’s feelings could compare to Wanda’s. She abruptly stood up from the couch and made her way towards Steve.
“What about her? What happened to her?” Wanda began to get angry as hints of her powers made their way to her eyes. Steve took a step back and looked at Wanda before returning his gaze back to the other people in the room. You could hear a pin drop in the silence of the room.
“We went on a mission together. It was supposed to be an easy in and out thing. But we were setup. She got shot in the shoulder and stabbed in the abdomen. She’s in the medical wing right now.” Steve spoke strongly, attempting to remain calm for the sake of the team, but he was terrified inside. Your state refused to leave his mind. Your limp body in his arms as your warm blood covered his hands.
Wanda didn’t say another word as she ran towards the elevator and impatiently hit the button to the medical wing. She didn’t bother to wait for anyone else. Nothing mattered right now except you.
Wanda had feelings for you. Ever since she met you, you were this light in the darkness that was her life. You could cheer her up when no one else could. You knew her better than she knew herself. You were not only her best friend, but you were the woman she was irrevocably in love with. She was terrified to tell you how she felt. She thought she would lose you if she had confessed how she truly felt for you. So, she remained quiet and tried to forget about her feelings for you by hanging out with Vision more. She wasn’t using Vision by any means, she genuinely did enjoy his company. But he wasn’t you.
Wanda didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to fully open as she squeezed herself through the small gap and made her way towards the medical bay doors. Before Wanda could open the door, Steve abruptly grabbed her hand, stopping her from going any further. He must’ve taken the stairs. Damn his super soldier abilities.
“Wanda. Stop. I know you’re worried about Y/N, we all are. But barging in there won’t be any help. You need to let Cho and her nurses focus on helping her.” Steve desperately tried to talk some sense into Wanda; it worked. Wanda’s shoulders slumped as she made her way towards the seating area that was right outside the doors. All she could do was sit, wait, and pray to whatever god there was that you would be okay.
Wanda didn’t even know you were going on a mission today. If she did, she would’ve went to the hangar and hugged you before she left, like she always did. Oh fuck, she didn’t even get to see you off and now look at your state. Now that she thought about it, she had been neglecting you for some time now. She let her fear of her feelings consume her. She spent more time with Vision than with you, and now she wasn’t sure if she would get the opportunity to be with you again. The thought of not being able to tell you how in love with you she was mortified her. This was the wake up call she needed.
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2 hours later
After two agonizingly slow hours, Doctor Cho made her way towards the anxious group of heroes. Wanda shot up from her seat and approached Helen.
“How is she? Please, tell me she’s okay.” Wanda asks as she nervously chews on her bottom lip. “Y/N is fine. Luckily, the knife didn’t hit any major arteries. She won’t be able to make any sudden movements for the next few weeks which means no missions until I give her clearance.” At Cho’s words, the entire team was struck with relief. Wanda’s eyes lit up at the good news. You were okay. You were still here.
“Can we see her?” Steve asked from behind Wanda as he made his way to stand beside her. “Yes, shes awkward, but only one person can go in at a time. She’s very sensitive right now from the anesthesia.” Helen gave the team a smile before walking off.
Everyone looked at Wanda as she gave them a nod. Of course she had to go in first. You and Wanda may have been oblivious to each other’s feelings, but the team wasn’t. It was almost annoying how unaware you two were of how the other person felt.
Wanda quietly made her way into your room and almost let out a sigh of relief as she saw you laying on the table awake. You were trying to reach for a glass of water beside your bed, but the pain in your side made the small task a burden. Wanda quickly made her way to the table and handed you the glass of water. You were startled since you didn’t even hear her enter the room. You took the water from her hands and took a long sip before handing it back to her.
“What’re you doing here?” You asked coldly as you glared at the Sokovian woman. She was shocked at your animosity. You were never like this with her before. “I needed to make sure you were okay. I was worried sick.” Wanda frowned as she pulled a chair up to your bedside and sat in it.
“Oh. Now you suddenly remember I exist? It only took me nearly dying for you to notice me again.” You knew you weren’t being fair. You guys were just best friends and she was entitled to hang out and be with whoever she wanted. But the part of you that loved her and longed for more took over.
“Y/N. I’m sorry I haven’t been around as often. I got caught up hanging out with Vision when I should’ve been there for you.” Wanda’s eyes softened as she stared at your face. She missed you so much. She may have seen you around the compound, but she hasn’t been this close to you in what felt like decades.
“Yeah. You got caught up with Vision. Why don’t you just go back to him now. I’m fine.” You stubbornly spoke as you tore your eyes away from Wanda and stared out the window in front of your bed.
Wanda made a ballsy move and grabbed your hand in here. Thankfully, you didn’t move it away. “Y/N. I don’t care about Vision, I care about you. I love you and I mean that in more than a friendly way.” At Wanda’s words, your head snapped back to her as you looked over her features for any indication of a lie; you didn’t find any.
“I was spending time with Vision to try and forget my feelings for you. That obviously backfired and only solidified what I already knew I felt. I’m sorry it took such a terrible situation for me to finally grow the balls to tell you this. I love you Y/N.” Wanda squeezed your hand tightly as she stared at you full of love and adoration.
You were speechless. As cliche as it sounds, this was what you’ve wanted since the moment you laid eyes on her. She said the three words you’ve been longing to hear spill from her mouth. She loved you too.
“I love you too, Wanda. I’m sorry. I thought you had a thing for Vision and I let jealousy and insecurity get the better of me.” You looked down in shame as you tried to pull your hand out of Wanda’s hold, but she only gripped it tighter.
“Don’t be sorry. I completely understand. I’m so glad your okay and I’m so unbelievably happy that you feel the same way.” Wanda smiled brightly at you as you smiled right back. You guys must’ve looked like maniacs with your big, cheesy smiles, but you didn’t care.
Wanda began to slowly lean towards you. You attempted to meet her in the middle, but only ended up wincing in pain as you were reminded of your impressive stab wound. Wanda let out a laugh.
“Let me handle it, moya lyubov (my love).” Wanda said before closing the gap between you both and giving you a heated, desperate kiss. All the pent up emotions that you both had been withholding from each other were coming to light through this kiss. You guys were interrupted by the door swinging open abruptly and the sound of someone clearing their throat.
You both jumped apart as you cringed at the sting of your injuries. You turned to the door and caught sight of the team standing at the door with shit eating grins on their face.
“Sorry to interrupt you, lovebirds. But we wanted to check on Y/N too. Cho gave us the clear to come in now.” Natasha smirked at yours and Wanda’s flustered states.
“Pay up, Barnes.” Sam said as he held his hand out to Bucky, who groaned before placing 50 dollars in his hand. You and Wanda stared at the two confused, Bucky took notice of this and decided to fill you both in.
“We made a bet on when you two would get together. I said in the next two months, he said in the next two weeks. He won.” Bucky gave you both a shy, almost embarrassed smile.
Everyone in the room laughed, making you and Wanda turn even more red than before. You didn’t care about the inevitable, endless teasing you would have to endure after today. You would deal with the comments forever as long as it meant Wanda was by your side. You once thought that she didn’t feel the same, and you were so glad you were proven wrong. Sometimes, love can be requited after all.
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underground fight club. (11)
↳ iwaizumi hajime x f!reader
summary: gym trainer by day, underground fighter by night—Hajime Iwaizumi gives you a front row access to Tokyo’s biggest underground fight club after setting his eyes on you as his shiny new toy. little does he know, you’re there to infiltrate the illegal underground fighting scene with another purpose in mind.
genre: angst, smut, underground fighter au, 18+
warnings: strong language, mentions of police brutality
a/n: one last chapter to work on i’m gonna cry, happy valentine’s day !! but i’m here to break ur hearts >:) sjdjsn
masterlist -> part twelve (final)
Iwaizumi couldn’t understand what your father meant when he asked him to look at whatever files were contained inside the folder. What was the point of bringing it up in the first place? Hajime saw what he saw, and he could never forget how those bastard cops trespassed their home without a warrant and brutally assaulted his father for an information he didn’t even have.
For all those years, he watched how his father slowly deteriorated until he could no longer even recognize his own son. You never understood his pain because you didn’t experience it. You would never get why he was holding a deep grudge for so long. And now, being kept in this damned interrogation room, Iwaizumi was seething.
He willingly got arrested for your sake, but he still didn’t deserve to go through this much emotional torture.
“I understand your resentment,” your dad spoke after awhile when he noticed Hajime’s lack of initiative to acknowledge the file, “but this is an important detail about your father.”
He hesitated, still. It took him a minute to decide whether or not it was worthy of his time, but what else was he supposed to do in a locked cell with handcuffed hands? So, considering his situation, he finally gave in and reached for the file.
Your father then shifted his chair closer to look at him intently. “These four men, you recognize them?”
Iwaizumi held his breath at the sight of the four men’s individual profiles. ‘Yes, I sure as hell recognize them’, he thought. Oddly, he only began to feel even more upset as he scanned the pages. “These were the fucking cops that beat up my dad!”
Before the guy could fully lose his temper, the investigator made his careful attempts at trying to explain the situation at hand, “I’m afraid that these four men you see are not police officers,” he revealed, earning a look of utter confusion from Iwaizumi, “These are gang members from the Kitagawa-kai, I assume you’ve heard of their notoriety within the yakuza? They are the rival gang syndicate of the Seijin-kai, which is the yakuza group that your father used to work for. Members of the Kitagawa-kai came to your house that night pretending to be law enforcement officers to extort information from your father about the recent activities of his mafia boss, but after hearing that your dad was going to anonymously report their crimes to the PSIA, that is what led them into inflicting the grievous assault on him.”
Iwaizumi’s face contorted in perplexity at the newfound information that he just unfolded and it wouldn’t sink in to him how that was possible. It’s impossible! He was certain that they were cops. He was sure of it. “You’re lying,” he accused, eyeing your father in mistrust. “I don’t believe any of this shit. This is fabricated to make the police look good!”
“Hajime,” the investigator let out a silent sigh before tapping his index finger on the file, “I’m a Chief Investigator. I cannot make lies, I find out the truth.”
Sure, but Hajime was still stubbornly in denial with the whole thing. He didn’t know what to believe or what to trust, especially that it had been 10 years since it happened. For a minute, he thought of why his dad heavily insisted to run away instead fo reporting to the police. Why did his father choose to live in the United States when they could have stayed in Japan and just filed a lawsuit against the cops?
Was it perhaps because those guys really weren’t cops at all and his father knew about it? Did he know that those guys were from one of the most powerful yakuza clans?
It was beginning to make sense. His father didn’t want him and his family involved so running away to another continent was their only choice.
“Fuck,” Iwaizumi cussed under his breath as he slammed his back against the chair. He wanted to scream the anger in his heart if only he wasn’t in front of your father right now. It felt like the world just played a cruel trick on him. “You mean to tell me that those fucking—those guys—gang members—whatever the fuck they are, you’re telling me they’re not cops? Is this verified information or what?”
The investigator loosened up his tie because clearly, someone like Iwaizumi would refuse to believe it at all. “I spent five years investigating those four men, son. I am the same man who put those criminals behind bars. It’s the least I can do for your father,” he claimed, allowing Iwaizumi to neutralize his gaze and realize that your dad was not his enemy. He was an ally. “Now, I understand that your mind still refuses to accept these facts because of your longstanding animosity with the police, but perhaps I can still assume that you trust me enough that you’ll provide the information I require from you.”
As much as Hajime didn’t want to cooperate, your father was right. Give and take. He did give justice to his father by throwing those bastards in jail and he was taking payment in the form of intel—Iwaizumi finally realized where you got your bargaining skills as an agent. The thing that just heavily messed with his mind was the fact that he had been directing his anger towards the wrong group of people all this damn time. It was a complete 360 turn, like a plot twist in a movie, and it went without a saying that he was greatly taken aback.
And since he should give respect to where it was due, Iwaizumi decided to speak up once and for all. “About Daishou,” he started, his breathing becoming still. “Last March, Oikawa received his biggest bulk order from that guy—they range from Glocks to Ak-47s. I thought it was suspicious how the guy’s ordering powerful guns all at once, but Oikawa insisted that Daishou was a licensed dealer so there shouldn’t be a problem. He was blinded by the insane amount of orders being placed.” Your father attentively listened to Iwaizumi’s narration as he continued to spill more information. “I went with Oikawa during their first transaction because sometimes I stand as his proxy for certain clients, plus I was fucking skeptical about the guy, right? Turns out he does supply to the yakuza—didn’t tell us the specifics, but claimed it wasn’t the last transaction we’d have with him. They needed high caliber firearms and threatened that he’d have the gang hunt us if Oikawa refused to supply ammunition.”
Chief Investigator L/N wrote this down on a small notepad before urging him to continue, “I believe the next two transactions were out of will?”
He responded with a nod. “Daishou would bring his men every time we meet up with him. Oikawa just... He doesn’t know how to cut their transactions without possibly ruining his dad’s business. His father’s got no idea that he was involved in it, so it was a dead end for him.”
“In short, you two were aware that Daishou is leading an arms trafficking for a crime syndicate after the first transaction,” the investigator concluded, “Regardless of the threats and the fact that Oikawa had no way out of it, this can still lead you to be charged with second degree accomplice at most.”
The sole reason why Iwaizumi clenched his jaw was because he knew this would somehow be the result of it. “I’m goin’ to jail?”
Your father, however, simply waved it off. “It’s bailable. Oikawa is in the next room speaking his own defense with the presence of his lawyer. I’m pretty sure his father will post his bail and the same goes to you. As for Daishou, he’s going to face serious consequences.”
Thank fuck. Even if it was such a pain in the ass to be caught up in this situation, he felt at ease knowing that his best friend could get them both out of here. For now, he felt the initiative to pay gratitude to your father. “Thanks,” Iwaizumi mumbled, “for sending those guys to prison and uh, for giving justice to my dad. I didn’t think I was aiding the same group of people that ruined his life.”
It might take him awhile to completely accept the fact that his 10-year resentment should have never been directed to the police. He never even expected that your own father would be the man who would give justice to his dad’s plight but how small was the world, really? How small was the world that everything seemed to connect you to him?
Your dad seemed to think the same. “Send my regards to your father.”
“Not sure he’ll understand but,” Iwaizumi paused to give the old man a small smile, “I will when I see him.”
With a few of nods of acknowledgment and a pat on his shoulder, your father stood up and prepared to leave the room thanking Iwaizumi for cooperating. It was all he ever needed from him. And while the man was about to walk out of the door, Iwaizumi decided to speak again.
About you.
“How do you feel about her involvement with me?” he inquired, unsure of whether he sounded polite with his question. “I-I know a lot of people called her unprofessional for it.”
The Chief Investigator pondered by the door, “I’ll ask you the same question, Hajime. How do you really feel about my daughter?”
He would say he felt betrayed, but...
“I love her,” he strongly declared even if there was a hint of pain in his voice, “more than my life.”
He wasn’t supposed to, and he still shouldn’t love you because it wasn’t part of his plan, but Jesus Christ, he was so fucking in love with you that he lost traction of his original path. He allowed himself to fall deeper for you even with the knowledge that you were an Intelligence Agent, even when you were only using him to get information, even when there was a huge possibility that you could lie to his face and betray him. For a fleeting moment, he almost believed that you could be his endgame despite of everything.
Perhaps that was why he was extremely hurt. Or perhaps why your whole relationship was achingly painful overall. Both of you weren’t certain of how genuine you really were for each other, at least, before he heard you say how much you truthfully loved him a few hours ago. He just couldn’t admit his real feelings to you because you had a lot more to lose than he did. You have your job, you have your family, and he only had you. If he told you the truth to his feelings, you would only get more attached.
Iwaizumi wasn’t sure if he’d seen it right but your father appeared to be satisfied with his brave admission of love. “You know what I always tell that daughter of mine? It’s that she’s free to see any guy she wants as long as she’s not jeopardizing her job for that person.” Investigator L/N stared at him sincerely as if to let him know of this fact. “She has a great career. That girl may be incompetent to you but she tracked down a drug cartel from her last assignment, you know? She would fight men bravely, she would pay them no mercy when she’s getting intel, she’s tough and courageous. And the only time I ever saw her be weaker than her suspect was when she dealt with you. She turned into a different person.”
He didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or as an insult, but your father’s tone reminded him of your high status as an agent. It hurt him because he knew he didn’t deserve you. You and him lived two different lives and he believed that your contrasting lives would only keep clashing sooner or later. The heartache and the mistrust that the both of you had gone through for simply being together was already a sign that it wasn’t meant to be and he shouldn’t hope for more.
He almost made you lose your job once after you got distracted by your love and dedication for him. And last night, during the arrest, he saw it in your eyes how you would have risked your job for him all over again. How many times would you willingly ruin your life for him?
That was the reason why he had to deny it to your face. Apart from being hurt with the whole ‘fooling each other’ ordeal, he was also aware that he might only destroy you if you stayed with him. Iwaizumi was a troublemaker who cared very little for the law and you shouldn’t be getting yourself involved with a man like him.
As much as he loved you, his pain and his fear overcame and he had to choose what was best.
“Do what you have to do and allow yourself the time to decide if you’re still worth her time,” Chief L/N solemnly adviced. “I just don’t want to see her cry if she gets involved with you again.”
He didn’t want to see that, too.
3 days after Iwaizumi left you at the parking lot, you were still a big puddle of mess who could barely function as a person.
If you weren’t called in to report at the headquarters today, you would have stayed in bed sulking about him and waiting for his nonexistent calls that never came. You always went to bed hoping that he would barge into your apartment to tell you that he didn’t mean the words he said and that he wanted to be with you. That he loved you, despite all. But there was no longer any sight of Hajime Iwaizumi since you separated.
It felt like a bad breakup. Fuck, even worse than the last one. Your ex couldn’t even compare to Hajime, not in a million light years. The agony of losing him wrecked you like shattered glass that could never be fixed. He was the only remedy to the enormous gash in your heart. How could you be whole again without him?
Today 4:01 PM
You: Haji, let’s talk please.
Pathetic. It was pathetic that you were running after him like this, desperate to have a word to try and save your apparently ‘fake’ relationship. It wasn’t fake to you and even if he never loved you, you were holding on to a string of hope that he would take it back. You were simply hopeless but you lived for the thought of never giving up easily for someone you deeply loved.
However, the reply to your texts were never returned just like the calls you wished he’d made.
“Congratulations on succesfully closing this case, everyone,” Chief Director Matsuda offered a drink to all three of you who were inside his office for a small celebration. “You owe yourselves a good rest, especially you Agent Y/N.”
You could only force a smile and sip from the glass of champagne. It was tasteless, maybe because you hardly felt like celebrating at all. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Keiji nudging Tobio to look at your direction and you already knew what he was about to say.
“Come on, we just closed a tough case. You don’t seem happy,” Keiji noted, sitting next to you before playfully messing with your hair. “Smile. You did a great job.”
Tobio added, “He’s right. Best partner ever.”
Yeah, right. You rolled your eyes at that and finally actually smiled a little. “You say that but you bicker with me all the time.”
“Ah, that reminds me!” the Chief Director chimed in, “You two caused me heck loads of stress when I used to come here to hear the both of you arguing about who’s sleeping with who.”
Tobio sneered as he recalled the good old days. “We fought a lot because of that guy.”
Did he really have to remind that? Now all you could think of was your boyfriend. Or, not your boyfriend anymore. Probably never was. Why do you even punish yourself with these thoughts? You were only feeding into your masochism.
“So, what happens now?” you decided to change the topic to something more serious. “I mean, with Daishou and the other two?”
The ‘other two’ being Oikawa and Iwaizumi but you couldn’t name them.
The chief soon leaned back on his table in a relaxed manner. “Oikawa forwarded necessary evidences to prove that they were coerced into the illegal sale. As for Daishou, charges have been filed.”
Good for them. You were contented with the fact that Oikawa and Iwaizumi didn’t turn out to be as heavily involved as you thought. What was worse than having Iwaizumi walk away from your life was to see him locked up in prison. At least, even if you were unlucky with how you two ended up, you were glad to know that he wasn’t a true criminal.
You always believed in him. You knew, deep inside, that Hajime wasn’t capable of committing real crimes despite the situation he had gone through which was why you always felt the urge to defend him.
“Case isn’t over, though. Right, Chief?” Tobio inquired, propping his elbows on his thighs. “I heard from Kenma that the case actually opened up a bigger one since Daishou works for a crime syndicate and now you have to take them down.”
Your superior nodded in confirmation. “Yes, but I will no longer require you two to do undercover work. I’ll have another team take over. You deserve to rest,” he adviced to which you silently thanked him for, “Keiji, on the other hand, volunteered to still participate.”
The young detective grinned, a little proud. “It’s exciting. Plus they need a bigger team for this. It’s the freaking yakuza.”
“Dude, I wanna join.” Tobio’s face filled with envy. For God’s sake, did he really still want to undergo all of that again? Besides, he’d already been recognized by some of the gang members even if he had a balaclava on.
“Well, as for me,” you announced, getting up from your seat, “I need to rest. I have bags under my eyes.”
Your partner displayed a teasing beam. “Let me carry them.”
“Very funny.”
“I am,” he argued, just like old times.
It was nice to share a few banter with everyone, especially with Tobio, but you also couldn’t hide the sorrow you had in your heart at the fact that you and Iwaizumi were done for. As sad as it was, it was the only thing in your head right now and everything else were just in the background.
Another 3 days had passed, still no text or call.
You were tempted to just drive to his place, knock on his door, and get him to talk to you. Simple. At least by then, you wouldn’t have to suffer by yourself hoping that there was a way to force the heartache out of your system. The gravity of the pain caused by your separation had taken its ruthless toll on you to the point where you would cry yourself to sleep because you felt so alone.
Once again, you didn’t have anyone.
Being with Iwaizumi gave you a sense of comfort because his mere existence brought you the security you never thought you needed. You were constantly craving his presence because you simply felt your best around him. He made you feel adored, desired, loved—no matter how genuine he was or not, you knew you felt those exact feelings from him and you could feel that there were certain moments where he was real to you.
Good lord, you really were undergoing yet another heartbreak.
And, goddamn, you missed him. You missed him so much that it was physically tearing you apart. Your heart and soul longed for him.
Even your mom noticed your lack of enthusiasm as she peered at you from her phone’s screen. It was 5:27 in the afternoon and you were on video call with your mom inside your car that was parked outside of the PSIA headquarters. You could see her squinting her eyes before she immediately snapped you out of trance, “Honey, did you even hear everything I said?”
You shook your head apologetically. “Sorry, mom. What was it again?”
She sighed, nonetheless. “I’m just asking you when you’re planning to settle down. You’re twenty-six, nearly twenty-seven. Most girls get married at your age.”
Jeez, what a perfect timing. Your mom didn’t know how sadistic her words were, given your current situation, but it wasn’t like she had knowledge of Iwaizumi. “Career first, mom,” you reasoned out. Although you wished you had the chance to introduce him to your mom as your boyfriend. “I don’t have time to date yet.”
With your hands clutching the steering wheel, you leaned your head on the backrest and exhaled a weary sigh. Your mom seemed to have believed your fake reasoning, “If you say so, darling. You should come visit here in Brisbane when you have free time, miss workaholic.”
You displayed a faint smile. “I will, mom.”
The most hurtful part of being separated with someone was how you had to redo all of your daily routines. You got so used to having Iwaizumi around you that it was almost instinctive for you to find his presence next to your bed when you wake up in the morning or wait for him to join you in bed while you prepared to sleep at night. You could barely go on your day without thinking of him.
And as if the gods heard your pathetic woes, your phone suddenly rang again just after you finished your video call with your mom and the person’s caller ID almost sent tasers to your heart. You were in a temporary state of paralysis.
“H-Hey,” you spoke, answering the phone while holding your breath. You could cry any minute but your pulse was speeding up rapidly. “Haji.”
It took him a whole minute to respond, “Hey.”
6 days since you last heard his voice. God, your mind was on a hundred-meter sprint. And your heart? It simply stopped. “I miss you so much,” you told him woefully before you could burst into tears. “I miss you.”
You were expecting him to say the same. You were expecting that he’d ask for you to take him back. You were expecting that he’d say just how much he truly loved you and that he never once acted.
Unfortunately, expectations didn’t meet reality and it had you falling in an abyss of endless pain.
“I only called to tell you that I left your stuff from my apartment at the gym,” he clarified and ultimately sent your heart to the pits of hell. “You can pick them up when you’re free.”
“...Oh,” you trailed off, swallowing the weakness forming on your throat. “I-I will.”
Was that all? Was this really the end? The fact that he was returning your things was a huge message to let you know that he no longer wanted anything to do with you and you saw your life crashing before your eyes. “Take care of yourself, alright?”
You blinked your tears away, although the warm liquid had already fallen on your cheek. Being devastated couldn’t even sum up how you were feeling right now. It was pure torture. “Hajime—”
“I gotta go,” he coldly insisted, though you could hear the deep breath that he took. When you also heard his faint sniff, you realized that he was silently crying. “See you whenever.”
Probably never. Why did it it feel like he was saying good bye? Why, just why did it stung so much that you had tears welling up under your lids nonstop?
“S-See you,” you replied, hiding the sullenness in your cracking voice, “whenever.”
You were a lost cause.
Instead of spending your month’s worth of vacation from the PSIA, you didn’t think you’d actually end up moping about your loneliness and the emotional suffering you had within you.
It was quite unfair that other people get to be with the person they love. That they could have a happy ending and keep their lover in their life until the day they die. Perhaps it was selfish and dumb of you to believe that you could keep Iwaizumi, but why did you have to experience such a cruel heartache for loving him? You knew it wasn’t part of your job to do so and that you should never expected something good after the case was closed, however you also believed that you didn’t necessarily have to have a bad ending.
One week. You gave yourself another week before you had the courage to visit his gym to ‘pick up’ whatever you left with him. Whether it was your pile of clothes or simply your heart, you gathered all of your remaining will to face Iwaizumi again.
However, when you did walk to his gym, he was nowhere in sight.
Becca was there and she completely ignored your presence as she walked past you.
“Becca,” you softly called, hoping to gain a little bit of understanding, “I’m sorry for—”
She turned on her heel to face you. “Save it. Why are you even in here? You don’t work here anymore.”
You saw the look of distaste in her eyes because of your betrayal and you could understand why she was feeling that way but you were trying your best to at least explain your side. “I know you’re mad but I swear I’ve always been genuine to you guys.”
“Y/N, it’s still fresh in our minds,” she retorted, shaking her head, “you can’t expect us to just be your bff again.”
You gulped, clutching the hem of your shirt. “I understand that. I just really want you to know that I’d still be friends with you if the circumstances were different. You’ve been so nice and welcoming to me that I felt like I was treated like family. I have so much respect for you.”
Becca’s eyes softened, it was either guilt or she felt your sincerity, but the antagonism in her face was gone. “Let’s talk about this at another time, Y/N.”
You were aware that Becca wasn’t the only person in their circle who felt betrayed by you and you weren’t sure if you’d still have the chance to talk to the others to apologize for breaking their trust. Maybe you’d have the chance to do so someday, for now, you had to leave them alone. Oikawa, Issei, Hanamaki, Kuroo, and perhaps Bokuto—they were the people in Iwaizumi’s circle that you promised to reach out to once the tension has subsided. You owed them an apology, albeit you were only doing your job, because they still somehow treated you like a real friend.
You found yourself in the locker room that afternoon, rummaging through the paper bag that Iwaizumi left for you inside your locker. There was no note or whatsoever and you were greatly disappointed because you wished that you could have at least seen him today.
He wasn’t there, but his best friend was.
The first thing Oikawa said to you when he came out of the storage room had you feeling apologetic once again. “Hey, Y/N. You gonna call the SWAT on me again?”
You held onto the strings of the paper bag and looked at the guy regretfully, “Tooru, I’m very sorry for causing you trouble. It was a clear misjudgment on our part.”
You were anticipating for the brown-haired guy to leave condescending remarks, but he only ended up sighing. “You just had to your job, right?” he reminded, seemingly finding an excuse to forgive you. “That’s what Iwa’s telling me—that I should just let you be since you were only doing your duties.”
Sorrow filled your veins. You were not expecting that Hajime would defend you at the very least. “I guess, but I also wanna apologise if I ever made you feel betrayed. I wouldn’t have done it if I had any other choice.”
Oikawa waved you off and shifted to a friendlier stance. This had always been Oikawa. He could be such a serious person, but he was fast to turn the mood around. “Maybe I can forgive you easily if you give me the name of that SWAT chick who arrested me.”
Your lips upturned at his attempt to lighten the mood. “If you describe who she is, I can help you.”
For a brief moment, the two of you shared smiles though you were doing it for the sake of being civil with each other. Eventually, those same smiles faded and you took the opportunity to ask about his best friend.
“Do you think he can... forgive me?” you asked, and you didn’t know why you even asked but you simply wanted to know.
Oikawa, now with a look of pity painted on his face, leaned at the wall and spoke, “He’s not mad at you,” he stated, “he just can’t—it’s best to just leave him alone for now, Y/N.”
You nodded, understandingly. “Sorry, I guess I’m just miserably hoping that he did feel something special for me.”
“You know how he feels about you,” he quickly answered before he eyed you knowingly, “actions speak louder than words, even if he claims otherwise. Remember that. You’re the only girl he’s ever truly smiled about.”
Why didn’t you think of it sooner? Oikawa’s words made complete sense and it struck you how he was absolutely right about Iwaizumi’s actions being opposite of his words. He’d say he doesn’t love you, but he showed how much he actually did love you through the sacrifices he made.
For willingly surrendering to the cops, for allowing you to lie to his face despite knowing the truth, for letting you go even if he clearly didn’t want to. Why did he let you go? What made him let go?
God, why were you so fucking dumb?
You had to talk to him. You had to, regardless if it was out of desperation, but now that you realized he really truthfully did fall in love with you—you had to do everything to speak to him and pour your heart out over and over.
Oikawa saw the sudden rush of panic appearing in your eyes before snapping you out of it, “You alright?”
No, no you weren’t but you would if you saw Iwaizumi again. “I-I need to talk to him,” you stammered, “Tooru, I need to see him. Please. I need to tell him how much I love him. I need to say how much I wanna be with him and that I’ll wait for him—”
“Y/N,” he cut you off as he held your shoulders, “He’s already back in California.”
You went rigid.
“Wh-What do you mean?” you asked, shaking your head in denial, “Why is he—when is he coming back?”
The guy pursed his lips to prepare you from disappointment. “I don’t know if he’s ever coming back but he already let me take over the gym,” he muttered, “His dad’s in a critical condition and his family wants him there. He’s going through a tough time. You’re the least of his concerns right now.”
As the pain from this information left your whole world crashing before you, the last you remembered was Oikawa holding you in his arms before you burst into tears.
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Stop the Violence
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Best Friend! reader
Summary: Y/N has been hiding her abusive past for all her life, and somehow, she’s managed to keep it a secret from Intelligence, and her best friend, Jay Halstead, this long. However, when someone sees something they shouldn’t have, Y/N’s world changes, and the only way she can get through it is with Jay at her side
Requested: Yes, by @virtualreader
Warnings: abusive relationship, talk and depiction of a beating, alcohol abuse
Word Count: 1,764 Words
I tugged my sleeves down for the umpteenth time this morning, hoping that they would stay in their current position, but I knew they wouldn’t. I should’ve just worn a hoodie, but alas, all of mine were dirty, and since I didn’t feel like doing laundry last night, I was stuck with this long sleeved shirt whose sleeves never stayed all the way down my arms, and always found a way to ride up.
“You okay over there?” Jay questioned from where he was seated at his desk across the room.
“I’m fine,” I reply. “It’s just that these stupid sleeves won’t stay down.”
“Just role them up,” Jay proposed. “It’s warm in here.”
“It’s cool,” I insist. “I’ll just deal with it.” Jay hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, but ended up not talking and went back to doing his paperwork. That’s when Kevin and Adam entered the bullpen side by side, both with a cup of coffee in their hands. “Hey, guys. Either of you know when Voight’s gonna be in?”
“Uh, no,” Adam responded. “Why?”
“I need to run a quick errand. Cover for me?” I ask Jay.
Jay nodded. “Sure. Where are you going?”
“I’ve got to run an errand for my dad. I’ll be back soon,” I say quickly and stuff my phone into my pocket before heading for the stairs.
My dad and I have never really been close. I was always closer to my mom, but when I was 16, she passed away from heart failure, leaving my dad to raise me all by himself. That’s when the problems began. My dad started drinking more often, coming home drunk after work. During these times, he would become somewhat aggressive. It was just little things though, like grabbing my arm a bit too rough. I waved it off at first because he was grieving over the love of his life, and I was sure he’d get over it in a few months. Except it never stopped. The drinking continued, not just after work at bars, but at the house too. And the violence didn’t stop either. In fact, it just got worse. Grabbing turned into smacking, and then punching. I thought that when I moved out, things would be different. I wanted to stop going by his house to say hello, but he was the only close family I had left, so I continued stopping by and running errands for him. The abuse didn’t happen as often as before, but when it did, I had to figure out how to hide the bruises, hence me wearing long sleeves and a lot of makeup. It was hard keeping this from the rest of the unit, especially Jay, who was my best friend, but I didn’t want them to think differently of me when they heard about my family life.
The reason for my errand was that my dad wanted a few things from the grocery store, and since he was apparently busy, he asked if I could pick those things up. I didn’t want to because I had work, but because Voight wasn’t in yet, I figured I’d just do it now to stop my dad from bothering me for the rest of the day. So, I left the district and drove to the grocery store, hoping that I could get this done as quick as possible. It didn’t take me long to grab everything my dad needed, including beer. I could’ve just not bought it, but that would make him angry, and I didn’t want to face that at the moment. After loading everything into my car, I made the short drive to my dad’s house.
“Dad! I’m here!” I call out into the house as I stepped inside. To the right was the living room, and behind that was the kitchen. My dad was sitting in the living room on his recliner with the TV on, not doing a single thing, which made me mad because I left work for him, but I pushed those thoughts aside and made my way into the kitchen to set the groceries down.
“What kind of beer did you get?” my dad asked as I headed back into the living room.
“Uh, Budweiser,” I answer.
“I asked for Corona,” my dad spoke.
“Yeah, I know, but I had to be quick cause I have to get back to work, so I just grabbed the first thing I saw,” I explain and fish my keys out of my pocket.
My dad growled and stood up. “So your work is more important than your own father?”
“At the moment, yeah,” I reply. Right after I said that, I immediately regretted it. I could see my father’s face change, and before I could even move, my dad stepped forward and punched me in the face, catching me square in the eye. I cried out in pain and fell to the floor, clutching the side of my face, which was now throbbing. “Dad, please stop,” I beg. But he didn’t stop there and took another step towards me, this time sending a kick straight to my ribs. Pain exploded in my side where the tip of his boot had come in contact with me, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Just before my dad could kick me again, the door to the house was kicked open, and seconds later, Jay and Hailey appeared.
“Hey! Step away from her,” Jay ordered with his gun raised. My father glanced between me and the cops, and decided it was better not to go against their orders, so he took a step back. Hailey didn’t waste any time and handcuffed my father’s hands behind his back, telling him his rights as she led him out to the car.
“J-Jay? What are you doing here?” I croak out and sit up, which sent more pain throughout my body.
“Hailey and I came down to see what was taking you so long, and to tell you that we’ve got no new cases, so Voight gave us the day off. I uh, I saw everything through the window,” Jay mumbled and gestured towards the big glass pane in the wall behind us. “I’m gonna take you to the hospital, okay?”
I shook my head. “N-no. I just want to go home.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen. I’ll bring you back to my place, and then I’ll call Will over to check you over,” Jay said and held out a hand to help me up. I took his hand, allowing him to pull me up, but pain racked my body. “All right. Lets go.” While Hailey used Jay’s truck to get my father back to the district, Jay drove my car back to his apartment. A few minutes after we got there, Will arrived to see if any of my injuries were severe enough to where I would need professional care.
“Your orbital bone isn’t broken, just bruised,” Will informed me as he examined my eye. “Jay also said something about your side.” I nodded and lifted up my shirt so that Will could get a look at my side. A reddish purple bruise had already began to form, and based on it’s size and deep color, I knew it would be there for awhile. Will pressed on the bruise, and I winced in pain, immediately tensing away from his hand. “Sorry. Uh, your ribs don’t look broken either. But you should be careful the next few days so you don’t hurt yourself any more. You should also ice your side and your eye. That’ll help the swelling go down.”
“Thanks, Will,” Jay told his brother, who left seconds later, leaving Jay and I alone in the apartment. I took a seat on the couch, my back resting against the arm rest, and Jay sat down on the opposite side, moving his body so it mirrored mine. For a few moments, we sat in silence, but finally, Jay spoke up. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I sighed. “What was I going to say, Jay? ‘Oh, hey, just to let you know, I’ve got an abusive father who beats me over the stupidest things?’”
“You could’ve at least talked to Hailey,” Jay put in.
“I know,” I state. “But what kind of friend would I be if I made her relive her own terrible memories?” Again, we were silent for a few seconds, and again, Jay broke that silence.
“How long has this been going on?” Jay questioned.
“Since I was 16,” I reply softly, tears beginning to gather in my eyes. “He wasn’t always like this, but after my mom died, he changed. The beatings, they didn’t start until I was in college, but I think that made them worse.” I took a deep breath and wiped at my eyes, cleaning the tears off of my face. “I-I should’ve said something, should’ve done something. I mean, I’m a cop. I should’ve been able to defend myself, but I just let the beatings happen. I let him hit me.”
“Hey,” Jay murmured and got up from his seat. From there he moved to the seat next to me and placed a comforting hand on my knee. “Don’t blame what he did on you. This isn’t your fault. It was never your fault.”
I sniffled and wiped more tears from my face. “I know, but it’s hard not to think that it is. If anything, I should’ve gone to the unit, or at least talked to you.”
“You’re talking to me now, and that’s all that matters,” Jay confessed and gave me a small smile.
“So, what’s gonna happen to my dad?” I ask.
“He’s uh, he’s going to get jail time. He got charged with assault down at the 21st. It looks like it’ll only be a year or two for him in prison, but I am going to make sure he’s never able to hurt you again. That’s a promise I intend on keeping,” Jay admitted. I smiled and sat up, pushing my legs to the side so that I could lean forward and hug Jay. He squeezed me back tightly, and being in the arms of my best friend gave me the comfort I really needed right now.
“Thank you,” I whisper into his chest. “For everything.”
“You’re my best friend, Y/N. I’d do anything for you. Now, I say we order some takeout and have a movie night. What do you think?” Jay quizzed.
“I think that sounds like a great idea. Lets do it,” I say.
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Arthur Fleck/Arkham Joker x reader: Can’t get you out of my head
Summary: You visit Arthur in Arkham. You discover he isn’t the man you knew…or thought you knew.
A\N: Hey guys. I know I haven’t written for Arkham Joker in awhile, so I wanted to write a quick little one shot. Depending on how this goes, I might write a second part. This time, I decided to do something a little different. The reader was dating Arthur, and she left him when she found out he killed the Wall Street guys and Murray Franklin out of fear he might kill her too one day. She decides to visit him in Arkham to gain closure, thinking since he’s handcuffed she’s safe. Looks can be deceiving. Warnings: Violence towards reader. I hope you like it. Let me know if you want a second part 🙂
It had been several months since Arthur had been apprehended for killing Murray Franklin and the three Wall Street guys. He had been taken to Arkham in an effort to rehabilitate him. When Arthur confessed to the murders, you were horrified. You didn’t know who that man was on the Murray Franklin show. The way he looked at Murray with pure disdain before he shot him gave you chills. Murray was an ass, but he didn’t deserve to die. He never physically hurt anyone as far as you were aware. You remembered when the detectives came over after Penny’s funeral. Arthur told you about it. He said they explained to him that things about her death didn’t add up. You wondered if they suspected that he killed her. At first, you put it out of your mind. You didn’t think Arthur was capable of such an act. But when the body of one of his coworkers was found in his apartment, and when he confessed to the murders on the subway, when you saw him shoot Murray, you thought maybe he did in fact kill his mother. The thought alone made you fear for your own safety. So you decided to cease all contact with Arthur.
But something about it just didn’t feel right. It seemed like a shitty thing to do. You didn’t want to leave things so abruptly. You wanted closure for both you and Arthur, so you could truly move on. So against your better judgment, you decided to visit him in Arkham the next day. It was a decision you would regret. You went to Arkham and asked to visit Arthur. The orderly took you to a private room and explained there was a panic button for you to press in case things got out of hand. You thanked him, and some time later, he came back with Arthur in handcuffs. Arthur looked almost completely different. He looked…older? You saw parts of grey in his hair. He had stubble on his face from lack of shaving. He was wearing white scrubs.
He sat down and just stared off into space. The orderly asked if everything was okay. You said you were fine and he nodded and left. ”Hi, Arthur.” He perked up and saw you when he heard his name, his cigarette still in his mouth. “Y/N? Is it really you? I’m so glad you’re finally here. I missed you.” You almost sighed with relief as it seemed to be going better than expected “Arthur, I—” He gestured his hand for you to stop talking. “No need to apologize, sweetheart. You were busy. All I care about is that you’re here now.” Something about the way he said that seemed very off to you. You could tell he wasn’t happy. ”How are you feeling, Arthur?” He took a drag from his cigarette. “I feel wonderful. Better than I ever have now that you’re here.” The way he looked at you was unnerving. His eyes had never been so dark before. It almost felt like you were being watched by a predator and you were his prey.
You couldn’t form any words. It was as if your vocal chords were paralyzed. “Oh Y/N you have always been so good to me. You told me you thought I was funny. What about when I killed Murray? Did you think it was funny?” You still couldn’t say anything. “I did. I thought the joke was so good it blew his mind.” Arthur began laughing hysterically, but it was different from his laughing fits. He abruptly stopped laughing. “Why did you leave?” His mood was much darker now. “Arthur—” “I told you, you don’t have to explain anything, sweetheart. Besides, I wanted to tell you I’ve been thinking about breaking out of here. I thought you abandoned me, but somehow I knew you’d come back. If I break out of here, I can see you whenever I want.” He slowly leaned forward, his forehead touched yours. You could feel his breath on your skin and you were filled with dread. This was not the man you knew. Suddenly out of nowhere, you felt his tongue lick your earlobe. You yelped and jerked away. Arthur giggled. “Why are you so quiet, sweetheart?” You still couldn’t speak. “You know I hate seeing you sad. I know! How about a joke?”
You were suddenly paralyzed with fear. Something felt very wrong about this. “Arthur…” you managed to croak out. “Knock, knock.” You could almost hear your heartbeat racing in your ears. He gestured for you to ask him. “Who’s there?” He leaned in closer to you again. “Joker.” You felt your blood run cold. Arthur began laughing again. You were too frozen to do anything. He stopped laughing. He suddenly grabbed your neck. “Arthur…wh..what?” You tried breaking out of his grip, but he was too strong. “Shhh. It’ll be over soon sweetheart.” Soon everything went dark.
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“I’ve got your heart on my mind.” -2/14 The Band CAMINO • hand cuffs • bakugo
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Yayay!! My first request for this event!! Ty, ty so much bestie! Here you are, hope you enjoy. 💞
60 Followers Event
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Character: Bakugou x reader
Status: Proofread
Reader: nothing specific mentioned
Type: Oneshot // Fluff
Warnings: cursing, cause Bakugou
A/n: So this is like the most basic oneshot I have ever written. I am so sorry y’all, it’s the only thing I could think of. 😭
“Absolutely not.” You said, after Denki had told you the dare.
“There is NO WAY IN HELL.” Bakugou yelled.
“It’s a dare, just because you two are head over hills for each other doesn’t mean you get to turn it down.” Mina insisted.
Why did this have to happen? All you wanted to fo do was have a fun Friday night with some of your friends in the common room. You didn’t want to have to carry out some obscure dare with the guy you had liked for ages.
Mina had been shipping you two since the very beginning, and Jirrou’s encouragement didn’t help either. However, you knew that between his hostile attitude towards you, and your merciless teasing friends, you would never shoot your shot for real.
Bakugou on the other hand, was infuriated. Denki had ruined his whole plan with this stupid “truth or dare” game. No matter how many times he told Denki that he was going to ask you out, that today was the day, he never did it. He wasn’t scared, because it’s not like you and your amazing self could like any of these other extras. No matter how many times he told himself such things, he still couldn’t walk up to you and stay sane enough to ask you out.
He was always so angry at himself for such cowardly behavior, that without meaning to, he took the anger out on you. He really did try his best not to, but he just got so infuriated that he liked you and he couldn’t do anything about it. He found himself ignoring you, or snapping at you when you tried to ask him questions.
So now, two dorks that where crushing on each other but where completely oblivious to it where playing a game of truth or dare? Denki had to take the opportunity to get them stuck together for awhile, so they’d just spit out their feelings and this would all be over with. So, whilst digging through his dresser drawers, he found a pair of handcuffs he had bought on a whim a few months back.
The idea came to him in a flash and he knew, then and there, that he had to do it. So, he got you, Jirou, Mina, Bakugou, and Kirishima in the common room with him one night and started up a game of truth or dare. It wasn’t long before he challenged you to the dare, and the plan was in action.
“I’m not staying handcuffed to someone for 12 hours straight.” You insisted
“AND I’M NOT AGREEING TO YOUR STUPID DARE!” Bakugou yelled
“It’s a dare guys, you have to.” Mina said.
“WHO THE HELL EVEN HAS A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS JUST LYING AROUND?” Bakugou asked
“I do, and there’s no need to yell Bakugou.” Denki said, pulling the pair of handcuffs out of his pocket.
“You do have a key for those, right Denki?” You asked, just making sure that you would 100% be able to get out of them when the time came.
“Yes, Jirou made me check.” He reassured you
So, after a lot of convincing by your friend’s Bakugou agreed to the dare. You two where handcuffed by your hands and after five minutes it was already a pain trying to do anything. Sitting on the couch with your friends play on their phones wasn’t the most exciting way to spend a Friday night.
“What am I supposed to do now?” You whined, you were bored and wanted to lay down and just scroll through tiktok
“Why don’t we watch a movie?” Mina suggested.
“Oh yeah! I’ve been wanting to watch a good movie lately.” Kirishima cheered.
“If Jirou would pass the remote I could put something great on.” Denki said
“Your not putting on another Barbie movie Denki.” Jirou replied.
“Fine. I guess Jirou’s gonna pick.” Denki puted.
You where fine with Jirou picking, she had good taste. You would have asked Bakugou, but he was quietly staring off into the distance, and sporting an annoyed resting face. So, you decided to leave him alone, and scoot as far away as possible without making both of you uncomfortable.
Mina got up to turn off the lights, and as soon as they where off, your brain though sleep. No, you could not sleep right now. You had to stay awake, YUPP had to. You could not fall asleep whilst handcuffed to Katsuki Bakugou. So, you forced your eyes open, and looked at the tv screen intensely.
“It’s not that serious of a movie you know.” Bakugou commented, turning your attention away from the screen and to him.
“Well, I just uh, really like the uh, what the uhm, what the musician is writing.” You said, looking up at the pen scribbling words across the paper.
“I’ve got your heart on my mind. You said that I could come by anytime, but I can’t, ICAN’T fall in love tonight.” Bakugou read as it showed the words being written. “Dumbest shit I have ever heard.”
“Oh come on, it was not. Those are great words.” You insisted
“Oh really? You’d want some extra to say that to you?” He asked, starting to sound a tad bit ticked off.
“Well yeah. I mean maybe not the whole “I can’t fall in love tonight” part, cause I would want a happy ending. But yes, that was well worded.” You explained
“Didn’t know you where into that poetic shit Y/n.” Bakugou commented
“Well, not really, I just liked the line.” You corrected
“Hm.” Bakugou replied
You let the conversation die off and instantly regretted every word you said. It was the first civil conversation you two had had in a few days. What if he hated you. What if he thought you where lame because you liked that line in the song? Who where you kidding, Bakugou thought everyone was lame.
As the movie droned on, you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier. All the colors and pictures on the screen starting to blur together. The darkness of the room working against our mission to stay awake. The couch seemed oh so comfy and nice. If you just closed your eyes for a few minutes, it wouldn’t hurt anyone.
You leaned your head over onto your shoulder. Or at least, what you thought was your shoulder. You didn’t know and didn’t care. Extremely exhausted, you fell asleep within minutes. Sleeping on what you would come to find out later, was Bakugou’s shoulder.
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The morning light hit the inside of your eyes with a saturated intensity. You opened them, quick to notice the sunlight streaming through the common room windows. Oh great, you had fallen asleep on the couch again. You moved to get up, but noticed it was a lot more difficult then normally. You froze when you realized you had a pair of arms wrapped around you. Slowly remembering the events from last night, you cursed under your breath. You had fallen asleep on Bakugou.
“Stop moving dumbass, I’m trying to sleep. It’s too early to wake up.” Bakugou groaned when you tried to get up.
You rolled your eyes and stayed still, as he continued to sleep and snore loudly.
You heard someone walk into the room and prayed it wasn’t Mina or Jirou, who would instantly whip out their phone and take a picture. Thankfully it wasn’t either of them, unfortunately, it was Denki.
“Awwwe, you two are so cute! So, when’s the wedding?” Denki trased, lowering his voice to a sort of whisper yell as he came to sit on the other end of the couch.
“Never.” You replied
“Oh come on Y/n. We all know you two like each other. The only ones who are oblivious are you two.” He inssited, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.
“Denki, come on, even if I did like him, it’s not like he likes me back.” You told Denki
“If you don’t SHUT UP, I like you okay? Now LET ME SLEEP!” Bakugou said
“See.” Denki said, a smirk forming on his face
“He only said that because he wants us to shut up.” You replied
Bakugou let out an angry hmph, and sat up. He moved away from you and you did the same. He turned to face you, and you looked him dead in the eyes. You had absolutely no idea what was about to happen.
“What do I need to do? Propose? Y/n, don’t tell me your an oblivious extra like the rest of these people. I like you. Now, let me get some damn sleep and I might actually take you out on a date.” Bakugou said, and then proceeded to get up, and stomp his way out of the room to his dorm.
“Told ya so.” Denki teased.
You threw a pillow that had been laying on the couch at him.
“Yeah yeah, whatever Kamanari.” You said, rolling your eyes.
You are so loved! <3
Have an amazing day/night!
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courage to change— (fem!avenger x bucky!)
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➢ sam, bucky and y/n get in an intense therapy session when bucky gets arrested, lashing out at eachother only wanting to finish the mission and go their separate ways.
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ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀꜱ ➢ angst, mention of deaths, intense convo, yelling/swearing
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every once in awhile, silence would creep upon y/n and it was completely be torture for her. she would stay quiet for along time and just stare at the floor or even at a wall. it was unhealthy for her to not talk about how she felt but she had no one. she stared at the all slumping into her chair just waiting to get off the plane. sam looked up to see bucky and y/n silent just not saying anything. he closed his eyes and then spoke up, “you alright?” she swore every time someone would ask that question, she grew even more aggressive. it wasn’t their fault but she hated that question and it was even worse when she wasn’t. she looked up to meet sam in his brown eyes before nodding to not worry him about anything.
she was someone to express her feelings and especially to sam or bucky, she saw them as family even when she didn’t want to admit it. sam went on to go and ask bucky if he was fine, “let’s take the shield. let’s take the shield and do this ourselves.” bucky spoke wanting to have that shield back so badly, “we can’t just run up on the man, beat him up, and take it. do you remember what happened last time we stole it?—maybe—I’ll help you in case you forgot. sharon was branded enemy of the state, and steve and i were in the run for two years. i don’t know about you, but i don’t wanna live the rest of my life la vida loca. we just got our asses handed to us by super soldiers, and we got nothing.” sam explained.
y/n looked up to see them, “not entirely true.” bucky got up his seat and went to go sit next to sam moving slowly, hearing his dog chains move along while he went to sit. he wouldn’t say anything until he spoke up, “there is someone that you guys should meet.” they made it to baltimore and had to walk down to someone’s house. the girl honestly was going to leave and not look back but sam dragged her because he didn’t want to be alone with bucky. they encountered two kids playing on he streets, “hey, it’s black falcon, what’s up?—it’s just falcon, kid.” sam told the little kid, “no, no. my daddy told me it’s black falcon.” sam stopped with y/n to hear how this was going to end, bucky kept on walking.
“is it because i’m black and the falcon?—well, technically, i mean, yes—so are you, like, black kid? i got him, right?” sam chuckled when he rolled his eyes in defeat while y/n kept walking to meet behind bucky to finally be standing in front of a grey house and a sign that said no trespassing. y/n looked over to see the neighborhood, bucky knocked on the door making it open. “we’re here to see isaiah—nobody named isaiah lives here.” the boy said not wanting them to enter but bucky begged.
bucky told him, “we just want to talk to him—you must not hear what i just said. you ain’t getting in this house. y’all can leave now.” he said to them making y/n stare at him uneasy, “tell him the guy from the bat in goyang is here. he’s gonna know what that means.” the kid went to leave to see if they could all come in and once he came back, he opened the door and let them all in. y/n grew confused as what was happening and how bucky knew this older man as he never told her anything about him. “look at you—this is, uh, sam and this is y/n. sam, y/n, this is isaiah.” he introduced all of them to each other.
“he was a hero. one of the ones that hydra feared the most. like steve. we met in '51—if by met, you mean i whupped your ass, then, yeah.” bucky smiled lightly, “we heard whispers he was in the peninsula. but everyone they sent after him, never came back. so the u.s. military dropped me behind the line to go deal with him. i took half that metal arm in that fight in goyang, but i see he’s managed to grow it back.” isaiah said noticing the metal arm bucky had on, “i just wanted to see if he got the arm back. or if he’d come to kill me.” he finished before bucky spoke, “i’m not a killer anymore.” bucky whispered softly, “you think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be? it doesn’t work like that. well, maybe it does for folks like you.”
the man through a lot and y/n could tell how, the way he spoke and the pain in his voice. “isaiah, the reason we’re here is because there’s more of you and me out there—you and me.” he interrupted him not believing anything he was saying, “and we need to know how—i’m not gonna track about it anymore.” isaiah grabbed something and through it into the wall with a lot of force making y/n look at him. he walked to bucky, “you know what they did to me for being a hero? they put my ass in jail for 30 years. people running tests, taking my blood, coming into my cell. even your people weren’t done with me.”
the pain in his voice and hurt made y/n want to show sympathy but he wasn’t having it from her, “get out of my house!” he yelled as y/n walked behind sam following them outside and y/n couldn’t believe what was happening. “sam—why didn’t you tell me about isaiah? how could nobody bring him up? i asked you a question, bucky.” sam was angry, “i know—steve didn’t know him, did you know?” sam pointed at y/n and she shook her head , “no, she didn’t. i didn’t tell her or steve.” bucky said looking at her, “so you’re telling me that there was a black super soldier decades ago and nobody knew about it?”
the next thing they heard was siren and they all looked up to see what was happening, “hey—what’s up, man?” sam asked not wanting to cause anything, “is there a problem here?—no, we’re just talking.” sam tried once again to not cause anything with the police. y/n knew what this was about and it was wrong of them, “can i see your id?—i don’t have id. why?” y/n sighed at the police men and was grossed out to them, “okay, sir, just calm down—i am calm. what do you want? we’re just talking.” sam said.
“give him your id so we can leave—no. i’m not giving him shit. we’re just talking.” y/n moved from behind bucky and the police saw her and softened when she noticed who she was, “oh, miss stark. is he bothering you?—what, no, he’s not bothering me. do you know who this is?” she raised her voice as bucky pulled her back, they both whispered something about them being the avengers. “oh, god. i am so sorry, mr. wilson. i didn’t recognize you with the goggles. i’m really, really sorry about this.” the officer laughed nervously which no part of what he was doing funny at all. bucky moved to them before whispering, “i didn’t tell anyone because he had already been through enough.” sam just looked at him in disbelief.
the officers went back to all three of them, “mr. barnes, there’s a warrant out for your arrest—the president pardoned him for all that.” sam said telling him before the officer explained it again, “not for that. you missed your court-mandated therapy. it’s like missing a check-in with your po. i’m sorry, mr. barnes, you’re under arrest.” bucky sighed walking over to get handcuffed and entering the cop car.
sam and y/n went to the police station to see bucky but was met with a unknown face. “sam. I’ve heard a lot about you. i’m dr. raynor. i’m james therapist.” she stopped when she saw y/n looking at the floor just think about anything, “and you must be y/n. i have heard a lot about you as well, a little more than expected, miss stark.” y/n looked up smiling and got up to shake her hand and greet her and her heart ached a bit. “oh, it’s nice to meet you.” sam thanked her to get him, “that was not me.” she said before looking at john.
the door buzzed and bucky came out while bucky kept staring, “james, condition of your release, session now. you too, sam and y/n.” she said before y/n could protest to not wanting to be in a therapy session with bucky. “no... that alright, i’m—that wasn’t a request.” she told them as y/n sighed before following her already looking annoyed. they all sat next to each other not speaking already. “who would like to start?—all right, look, dr. raynor? i get it why you want us to talk to freaky magoo over here. but i’m 100% fine.” sam said gesturing towards bucky.
“it’s my job to make sure that you’re okay. and so, yeah, this may be slightly unprofessional, but it’s the only way that i can see if you’re getting over whatever’s eating at you.” she told them while y/n rolled her not that this lady was bogus but that she didn’t need this at all. “this is ridiculous—yeah, i agree—yup.” they all agreed not wanting to be in that position, “see? making progress already. so, who wants to go first.” no one spoke up and the silence was eating them alive, “no volunteers? wow. how surprising. okay. we’re gonna to do an exercise. it’s something i use with couples when they are trying to figure out what kind of life they wanna build together.” bucky glanced at y/n but she kept looking away so she wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“sam, i want james and y/n to go first though. turn around face each other.” she said while sam moved to the side waiting for bucky and y/n to face each other. y/n moved her chair and bucky did the same meeting her eyes but she just stared at the wall. dr. raynor saw y/n not meeting bucky’s eyes. a moment passed before she spoke, “okay, y/n tell me what bothers you about james.” y/n looked up to see bucky and glared at him as bucky went to stare but in a timid way, “he’s prevaricator. yeah you know it’s funny because sometimes i thought you would turn out different but i guess they were right.” she said.
bucky looked at her wanting to say sorry for everything he has done to her, “honestly, i feel fine. i don’t need this okay?” she told them sitting up straight crossing her legs. dr. raynor looked up and sighed since she wasn’t getting anything from her, “y/n, you’re father died. i lost many people, you must feel some type—nope, i’m alright. when will people stop telling me how to feel.” she sighed not meet the therapist’s eyes because deep down she knew she was right. “he’s gone. but nothing will bring him back... i’m waiting for some easy way out. i was isolated in my room and i wouldn’t leave, not when i had no one.” y/n breathed out, her foot shaking.
it was something she did to calm her nerves, “i never called.” bucky paused looking back up to see her staring to see what he would say, “i never called because i didn’t know what to say.” bucky felt this way because the winter soldier was the one that killed her grandparents. she knew that but she also knew that he was brainwashed and so that wasn’t him. not the real him. y/n inhaled and sensed, “i lost everything, i... uh, i was hurting and all i wanted was someone. to ask me how i was doing or to tell me everything was gonna be ok but— i kept hoping to get a call from the person that i loved..”
bucky looked up to her and looked at her with sympathy as she said she loved him but winced at that being in the past. he couldn’t let her be in pain but could anything he would say to her, help at all in the situation. “i guess miracles don’t just happen.” bucky sighed when she got up and moved to the side.
after dr. raynor went to write a few things in her notebook as sam went to move his chair, “you should really enjoy this—i’m going to—i know you are.” not even ten seconds and they started bickering at each other while turning to see each other. “let’s do it. let’s stare. this a good exercise. thanks, doc—all right,get close. get closer.” she said when they went to get close, “which way you want to go?—right or left?—you know what? fine here.” they kept arguing about how close they wanted to be, “you happy now? we’re locked in—that’s a little close.”
“that’s very close. that’s what you wanted right?—guys.” dr. raynor told them to stop it before telling them to look at each other, “look each other in the eyes.” it took a moment before they both looked up, “there, you see? that wasn’t t so hard.” they started staring at each other trying to intimidate each other as y/n rolled her eyes at their childness. “wait. what are you doing? at you having a staring contest? just blink.” she snapped her fingers causing them to blink. she asked what agrravated bucky about sam.
bucky smirked wanting to say something, “and don’t say something childish—why did you give up that shield?” y/n could sense something was going to happen between them both, she knew this was a horrible idea. “why are you making such a big deal out of something that has nothing to do with you?—steve believed in you. he trusted you. he gave you that shield for a reason. that shield. that shield is... that is everything he stood for. that is his legacy. he gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing—shut up.” y/n was hurt by hurt bucky was feeling, she understood what he was feeling but maybe sam had a reason to do that.
“so maybe he was wrong about you. and if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me.” bucky seethed while sam asked if he was finished so he could go, “all right, good. maybe this is something you or steve will never understand. but can’t you accept that i did what i thought was right?” sam scoffed wanting to end all that was happening. “you know what, do ? I don’t have time—no, we don’t have time for this.” sam looked at y/n, “we have some real serious shit going on. so how about this? i will squash it right now. we go deal with that, and when we’re done, we both can go on our separate, long vacations and never see each other again.” sam spoke.
y/n nodded while getting up, “thanks, doc, for making it weird. i feel much better. let’s go y/n. i’ll see you outside.” she nodded walking out the door before glancing at bucky then making her outside. this was a chance where she could leave and not look back. when sam and bucky noticed she wasn’t by their side, bucky went to call her name. no response, bucky sighed going to walk towards her and grab her hand as she yanked it away. he stepped it back and it was a habit that she would do.
she bit her lip them turning to see him, “where are you going?—i’m leaving bucky. this wasn’t a good idea. we both know that.” she scratched the back of her head while sticking her tongue inside of her mouth. “you can’t leave. we need you.” bucky put his hands in his pockets as the wind his his face, “no, you guys don’t. i’m unstable and will ruin—just stay. please, i need you to stay.” bucky wanted to bring up what happens back there but he saw sam calling him over. “stay here. give me a minute.” she nodded waiting at the exact same spot, him running off.
the girl could hear faint arguments from the boys and john but didn’t seem to care. she was getting colder as time went by, she saw them walking towards her. y/n shivering and her nose red and her not having a coat or jacket made everything worse. bucky noticed her getting cold and started to take off his jacket but she stopped him, “keep it. i’m okay.” she lied right through her teeth, she wanted that jacket so badly but she wouldn’t show him that he had that effect on her. he took it off completely and handed it but she wouldn’t grab it.
bucky took that as she didn’t want it then he went to put it around her shoulders. she gripped her shoulders from behind and tensed at the feeling when he let go. the tension they both had for each other made things difficult and sam watched them awkwardly not knowing what to say. “yeah, ok. can we go?” bucky looked at him, glaring at his direction leaving to walk with both of them.
y/n asked what john had to say to them and they just told her that they needed to stay out of his way. she raised an eyebrow at what they told her, walking around. “i know what we have to do. when isaiah said “my people”—don’t take that to heart. that’s not what he meant.” sam told him when bucky went to explain what they needed to do even if y/n was still going to work with them. “no. he meant hydra. hydra used to be my people.” sam scoffed not wanting to listen to bucky about his new plan. “walker doesn’t have any leads—i know where you’re going with this and no.” y/n spoke up and bucky turned to see her and when she had his jacket wrapped around her arms he smiled but not enough so she could see.
“y/n, he knows all of hydra’s secrets. don’t you remember siberia?” y/n shook her head not understanding the whole concept of what he was getting out. “so you’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?—yes.” bucky hesitation come from him while sam and y/n shared a look then sam spoke up. “alright. we’re gonna go see zemo.”
#bucky barnes#bucky imagine#fatws bucky#marvel#bucky barnes fluff#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#sam tfatws#sam wilson#fatws series
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Happy birthday, please have the best day on Earth!
If I may ask, do you have any recent LawLight fics that you would recommend and take place in the Dramaverse?
I hope it's not too much, I just recently find your blog and found out about the drama thing, and I have no idea where to start with the fics.
thank you so much!!! i do have a few dramaverse fics that i'd recommended!! but there aren't a lot (im trying to write some myself just so there's more out there!) here are some of my favorites:
the execution of all things by luckycharge - Light gets shot when he throws himself in front of L in episode 7, changes the ending
moth to a flame by strayglass - AU where Light and L actually do meet a different wat
always waiting for you just to cut to the bone by mysilenceknot - pretty short just a love confession basically
run away with me by theadventuresof - a fix it fic where L doesnt die
half moon by theadventuresof - they're both alive, L visits Light
burning by reau - Light is dying and L's ghost (?) is with him
the arsonists by thiswasmydesign - its been awhile since i read this but i think Light has been caught and L wants Light to join him
(even perfect plans have) perfect flaws by ladysugarquill - "three times L watched Light sleep and one time Light was awake" Light has nightmares and i think he's still handcuffed to L
this is something I have not read but really want to: turn the memory to stone by nalanzu
i hope that was enough!! im sorry there really aren't that many dramaverse fanfics!
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On eachother we rely- Chapter 1
Ot7 Werewolf X Werewolf Reader (eventually)
Summary: In a world where werewolves are known to exist and are being hunted down for science reasons, y/n has to regain her freedom after being captured. What she didn't know was that a new beginning was looming, new people entering in her life. Will she be able to find a new home in them? Has all she been through help her protect her new family?
Word Count: 3.5k
Warning: Mention of breeding and kidnapping.
She knew what was happening the moment she heard the screams. The sound of a skin being slayed, the sour smell of blood mixing with soil, the whimpers of the little ones and the bright eyes of a mother being taken away from her pups. As hard as she wanted to fight, to send them away, she couldn't. She knew the alpha was killed first, then the females and younger ones, there was no back up if she decided to strike.
Surely but slowly, y/n peaked from behind the bushes she slept, the moonlight that once brought comfort and security, was blooming a scenery she never wanted to see in her life. The corpses of her loved ones layed on the ground, as if they had never woken up from their sleep in the first place, being shredded from life in an instant. She had to run far away from there, but her body was unable to respond to her pleas, few whimpers left her mouth, as her legs trembled from anxiety, and as she looked up she stared into the hard eyes of one of the killers. “Here you are, little thing” The man whispered, as she felt something poke her neck, a tranquilizer dart. y/n tried to stand up, to fight against the uneasiness, but her body collapsed on the ground with the last view of the forest she will have in a long time.
Her parents have warned her about the consequences of being found by scientists. Years ago, after being publicly announced to society that werewolfs did in fact exist, the remaining packs were obligated to leave the cities and abandon their human ways to save their lives. Whole families traveled deep into forests and stayed in their wolfs forms so as to not get captured, as people have no way to distinguish normal wolves from werewolves. Even all of the advances the packs tried to do to maintain the species, hundreds of packs were killed across the globe, and the ones that are left are trying to be hunted down.
Awoken amongst all the fear of knowing that werewolves exist, curiosity developed. Wonder of what the supernatural holds, and what makes these beings so unique. Facilities have been built to study this species, so one day humans can control them and use them as weapons. Diverse studies are done day by day, torturing werewolfs all over the world. Whole committees made to be in charge of this new ramification of science. Auditoriums were cramped of people wanting to hear the new discoveries being made, as if they were talking about plants or space, not beings that are as human as they are.
The studies being done nowadays are two, the one being done at labs, where they inject or extract things from werewolves, just to get a glimpse of what is going on inside of them, and the behavioral section, where biologists study werewolves behaviors in different scenarios. They are usually left in cages of two, males can be paired with males, females with females or mixed, randomly, and how each werewolf reacts upon their partner and taking into account the werewolf position in a pack, Alpha, Beta or Omega, biologists try to understand their behavior.
Not everyone in a pack is chosen to be captured and taken. The fact that the hunters came during the night and killed them all skilfully leaving y/n only alive, means they had been tracing them for a while without them noticing. Usually when a pack is mostly formed by older and weaker members, and offsprings of said beings, they are not taken into account as valuable. Labs only wanting the best of the best, as they can reproduce those whose DNA is the strongest. If they had been watching them, they would know y/n position in the pack, right hand of the alpha and the strongest one after him. The rest of the members were all female, her mother, weakened by stress and desperation of her family well being, her two sisters, and three little kids, being y/n three nephews. All killed. It was winter, animals had migrated, the pack was unable to hunt together, as someone had to take care of the little ones, and unable as well to migrate, as the pups could not walk big distances, made the pack eat less and weaken their senses.
All lead to this, to y/n waking up in an unknown bright white room. She laid on one of the beds on the left, while on the right another bed layed. She looked around and found that the fourth wall was a see through glass, outside of it, in what seemed like a hall she could see other rooms, or cages we may say. Right across from her a girl laid on the floor staring at the ceiling, while another one was prompted against the wall reading a book out loud. She stared a little while longer, till the girl who was reading catched her gaze, and stared right at her eyes in what seemed as understanding, a little smile tried to shape into her lips, but a grimace came out. The girl on the floor poked her leg, prompting her to keep reading, and without a second thought she did.
y/n stood up from the bed and put both hands in the glass, as if she could push it and look for more information. If she turned well enough and leaned into the glass, the cage next of the two girls could be seen, there a male seemed to be staring out at the hall as she was doing, his black hair and cupid like nose catched her attention, but before he could catch her gaze on him, he rapidly parted from the glass, as if it was burning him. Steps could be heard getting closer, and the two girls who were across from her stood up rapidly and hid behind the duvet cover of their beds. On instinct y/n decided to copy the other werewolves and parted as far away as possible of the glass, sitting down on her bed once again, squatting down near the back wall.
A woman with a white rope accompanied by two men came near her cage, but her stare fell somewhere else, the male that was handcuffed in the mens grasps. A gasp left y/n lips when she realized that they were going to put him with her, inside this little room, a male, a werewolf male, from another pack, that could hurt her to pieces if he wanted to. Had this humans learned nothing, or was this another test to see if she was gonna be mutilated or not. The boy's eyes did not part from the floor as they took the handcuffs of him and threw him inside. The woman, who y/n must believe is a biologist, stared at her and smiled. “Hello, welcome.” She said as if she was talking to a baby, making y/n hairs on the back of her neck stand up in anger. “We are so lucky to have you here, you have no idea. It will take awhile for you to get used by him” She pointed to the boy who was already in the room with her. “But when you do, we cannot wait for the moment you will help us advance in this science, the both of you” Firmly she said. “ I will leave you to it” Gracefully she and the two men left her view.
y/n was paralysed, not knowing how to react to anything, but most importantly right now, to the threat that was in the room with her. The boy lifted his head, and stared at her from under his eyelashes. Right behind him, she could see the two girls from the cage across looking at her in worry. “I'm not going to hurt you” Her gaze fell back to the boy, both of their bodies stiff. “I swear, I'm not like others”. y/n nodded. “Stay away anyway” She answered as the boy tried to get closer to her bed. “Stay on your side” The boy looked surprised at her, but followed her orders, and sat in his bed facing her. “My name is Hoseok, you can call me Hobi. What 's yours?” He looked at her with a kindness she was not expecting, and as she stared into those eyes she could not not give in to his question. “y/n...It will be nice to meet you if you don't hurt me though '' Hobi looked at her and quietly laughed. “I won't hurt you, I promise” He crossed his heart with his fingers. Even though he knew y/n was not fearing for her life anymore, he decided he will take baby steps as to not scare the female wolf.
"When did you arrived?" He asked, playing with his fingers, trying to look as small as possible, his back hunched. "I guess yesterday night. I woke up minutes before they brought you in here" Hobi nodded. "I have been here for a while now" He looked up and stared at her. "I guess they were waiting for someone to macht me up" He smiled sadly. Y/N's thoughts went a mile per minute trying to understand what he meant by that. If her thoughts were correct and they were Indeed in the behavioral section, this pairing could mean one thing…"Yes, I think they want us to breed"
Y/N let out a big sight, her eyes looking out to the see through glass as if it would open up and allow her to escape. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want, I promise. I'm as scared as you are” "Do you think they will have as do other stuff? Have they done something to you?" Y/n didn't care if what she was asking was too personal or delicate, all she wanted was to gather as much information as possible and run away from there. "They have made a few tests on me, but nothing too crazy, I guess it was only as a check up. They will probably do it to you as well, don't worry when they do. I have been in a really secluded area since I arrived a few months ago, they probably do things differently here, I don't know, sorry"
Hobi's kind and soothing way of speaking brought some sense of comfort in y/n even thought what he was telling her was nowhere near, but truly frightening. She began believing she had a great amount of luck to have been paired to someone so respectful, but her werewolf side not fully allowing her to trust him just yet.
A Big blast sounded through the speakers on the walls, the girls across from them stood up from their bed excitedly, and the sound of shoes hitting the ground and banging against glass became louder by the second. Y/N swallowed, nervousness creeping in, not understanding what was happening. "Is time to eat" Hobi said delicately. "I'm sure they will give us a portion each. You must be hungry" He went and stood up against the door on the class, taking his hand out of a little hole big enough for a plate to pass through. As a little petite old lady gave the girls across their food, she went to their side and filled one plate with a small stake and a few little potatoes and put it in Hobi's awaiting hands. He stared at it in disdain. "That's all we got" Rattled the old lady. "But we are two" He pointed with his head to y/n's small quivering body on the bed. "All cages are getting one portion to share, we are short on foundings. Be thankful we give you food" The lady said meanencely.
Y/N couldn't take it anymore. The death of her family, being captured, being deprived of freedom and now of food, made her stand up from the bed, walk rapidly to the glass and smash her fist in it, not breaking it one bit. "You pieces of shit! You lock us up in here and don't even have the amount of money to feed us! I don't see it lacking when you have to stick a needle up our…" Hobi quickly put down the plate and put a hand on her mouth. The old lady did not seem amused, as if this happened every day. She took a hold of her stroller with food and kept strolling away to the next cage. "You have to behave" Said Hobi. She pushed his hand away from her face. Her eyes looking through the hall once again and to her surprise, there were the cupid like nose werewolf used to be, now a dumpling like cheeks boy stared at her with amusement in his eyes, as if her shouting was the best entertainment he had in a while. Behind him an arm reached and fed him a little bit of meat, making him smile and part his eyes from hers. The arm was owned by the cupid-like nose boy, who ate the rest of the meat in the plate, leaving it cleaned on the little table on the door's hole.
"Come eat, you need it. I'm strong enough, I can wait for tomorrow. You have to gain your strength back after probably all you've been through." Hobi sat on the floor staring at her, plate on the ground right in front of him. Slowly y/n went closer and sat across from him, Hobi smiled, what she thought was the brightest one she had ever seen. "Come on, come on, eat!" He pushed the plate closer to her. She grabbed a piece of the meat and broke it in half. "Not if you don't have a little bit of it as well. We can have two potatoes each '' Hobi seemed released and nodded enthusiastically.
After eating, time seemed to slow down and left them staring at the walls, waiting for something to happen, passing time. While Hobi entertained himself singing softly and moving his hands to the beat, y/n bit her nails, their surroundings becoming red and puffy. Her leg moved up and down in anxiety, her eyes focused on the cage across, her only way of entertainment. As her thoughts wandered back to her family and her longing of freedom, she began thinking about all the work she will have to do to get out of there. Would it be possible? Will she be able to leave hobi behind? She knew him for half a day, but he seemed like a good dude, and she had no one else, they could help each other. Y/N”s thoughts were disrupted by the sound of the room”s door opening.
“Come on girl, you have to come with us” Said a tall man, two other guys behind him.
Y/N whimpered, her body closing open itself on the bed. “It's okay, y/n, they are probably gonna do the check up” Hobi informed her, a soft smile on his face. He looked up to the three guys as if looking for confirmation, they didn't say anything. She nodded and stood up and went toward the door. The guards put handcuffs on her and closed the door, leaving Hobi behind, who sent her a last smile before they took her away. The hall seemed endless, the cages holding distressed werewolves inside, but before she knew it they were turning in a corner, showing a door leading to another section of the facility. These new corridors had windows showing the outside, trees surrounding the building, and as far as her sight went, it was all woods. Perfect for hiding after scaping, she was thankful this facility was not in the middle of the city.
After taking the elevator and listening to its sad loft music, they entered another section, the labs. It was a long white room, filled with werewolves girls and boys who were being checked by doctors. Some were poked, others were studying their reflexes, their eyes, others were being fed medication and so on. She was led by the three men to a bed in the middle of the room, two doctors already waiting for her beside it. “Oh, there you are” Said the woman who she recognised was the one who brought Hobi to her cage. “Sit down” She did as ordered, scared. One of the guards tooks the handcuffs off her and stood by her side, the other two helping take other werewolves to their respective cages. “You probably already know why you are here, so let's skip that part shall we?” The sweet stupid tone this woman used on her sent her on edge, her rage building up, but as much as she wanted to rip her neck off, she was too petrified to do so.
“May I know your name? Mine is Minji” She pointed to her chest. “He is Jaebong” Her head nodded to the male doctor beside her. Y/N swallowed. “Y/N” She said almost in a whisper. Jaebong scribbling it down on a piece of paper. “We will be your two head doctors” Continued Minji. ”We will be here for you during the gestation time until the birth. All our goals go to protect your health.”
Y/N”s head began spinning, not believing what she was hearing. Gestation? Birth? These people were crazy, out of their minds, sick and twisted. Her body began shaking, leaving out in the open her emotions. “Don't be scared” Now commented Jaebong, his voice deep and without modulation. “Countless females have gone through a pregnancy with us and have come out perfectly fine. But now, what you have to understand” He standed in front of her, his stare piercing through her head, her gaze set on the floor. “If neither you or your cage partner cooperate and do the thing on your own way, we will have to intervene, and I know how sacred is mating and child bearing for you animals, so enjoy the freedom we allow you.”
Pregnancies and mating were big deals for werewolves, all the love and trust that is embodied in one single act, enlarging the pack or starting a new one. Bringing a child for werewolves is as sacred as howling to the new moon. So the fact this people decided to take this sacred act for werewolves in their own hands, disgusted her, hitting way too close to home, where all this morals and culture were integrated into her, as all the werewolves in this building.
“Understood?” Asked Jaebong. She nodded her head. “Your cage partener already knows this, and he will be granted more liberties if he helps us, and he knows. So don't get scared when he does something you don't like” Laughed Minji.
Y/N was shaking through the whole check up, her mind somewhere else. She needed to go back to the cage, to that little safe place. She didn't believe Hobi could do something like that, right? He was too kind, she wanted to go back to him. She needed comfort and he would give it to her. Tears were already weling up in her eyes during the last moments with the doctors, who sended her away as fast as they could, having other werewolves to take care of.
As soon as the guard who escorted her to her room opened the door, she flew inside of it as fast as she could. The lights in the halls were lim as well as inside of the cages, night time approaching and nothing else to do, but sleep, sended everyone to bed. Hobi laid in his bed in fetus pose, holding his pillow close to him. She looked at him and let the tears come out. “Hobi” She mumbled standing in the middle of the room. Sensing no response, she went closer and put a hand on the boy's shoulder. “Hobi” He startled awake. “It's okay, it's me”. He opened one of his eyes and looked at her. “Took you long enough” He stared at her once again, worry in his eyes. “Are you crying?” She nodded and sniffled. “Do you want me to hold you?” She fell beside him in no second, Hobi draping the duvet over her quivering body. “They had the talk with you, mhm?” He looked her in the eyes. “Yes, I'm scared” He caressed her hair. “I will try to get us out of here before we or them can do anything about it” y/n eyes shoot open. “You can do that?” “I have been here for way too long, it's time to leave, and I'm getting you out of here with me” Her lips trembled. “How?”
“I know two boys who know the facility like the back of their hand. We will leave with them” He paused. “It will take a while for that to happen though. One of them is badly hurt, we will have to wait for him. You will like them! They are really sweet” y/n had already closed her eyes, Hobi”s sweet promises lulling her to a much needed sleep. “Rest now, we will have each other to rely on tomorrow as well.”
Chapter 2
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Hiya. Been in the country housesitting for someone while they are out of state and my fanfiction mind has been working overtime. Lol.
You are a female first order lieutenant that played an important role in the capture of the resistance leader of the black squadron, Captain Poe Dameron.
The man is mentally and physically tough. After enduring hours of torture noone can get him to talk.
You are brought in as a secret weapon because your powers of seduction and persuasion are fairly legendary among the first order. Perhaps even the galaxy. You were fuck buddies with Kylo Ren for awhile but you broke it off.
Commandant Hux is confident in your abilities. But will you have the tables turned? Will you be seduced instead?
Warnings, the usual, sex, smut, some language, light bondage, sadomaschism, language, unprotected sex, just flat out nastiness, torture, some humor. Lol. Under 18? Avert your eyes.
From pain to pleasure
It's really him, you think silently to yourself as you are led into the cold interrogation room by two stormtroopers.
Poe Dameron is strapped into a chair, handcuffed, where he had been since he was captured during the battle of Jakuu.
He has a resolute, cocky look on his face as you walk in, even though he is resistance filth you are taken aback a little by how attractive he is.
His smooth, tan skin, deep brown eyes framed by thick lashes and that curly hair that was just begging to have your fingers run through it just kind of sucked you in.
You may be first order but you are still a red-blooded woman, after all.
Snap out of it! You warn yourself in your head.
You are standing before him, wearing your black uniform of the enemy. You are beautiful in a frightening, intimidating way.
The expression on your face is calm, cool, but angry.
"The other guys couldn't get me to talk what makes you think you are so damn special?" Poe tells you with a little laugh.
"I am not a guy!" You snap back at him, immediately slapping him across his gorgeous face with your full strength, his words offended you.
"It's gender neutral, I call everyone guy, I refuse to assume anyone's gender". Poe replies with a smirk, your hand had left a palm shaped welt on his cheek but he barely flinched.
He is looking you up and down, his eyes feel like they are almost undressing you. "I can see that you are a woman now, wow".
"You think you're so fucking funny". You answer back sharply, the cold look never leaving your eyes. "Tell me where the Droid is and we won't kill you".
You give him another slap across the face and then you shock him with your taser. Poe writhes and moans in pain but remains quiet.
Torturing him is arousing you quite a bit, you are a sadomasochist, a hard hearted dominatrix, your sexual relationship ended with Kylo Ren because of it. You had to be in control and he had to be in control. It just couldn't work. Kylo was even more masochistic than you with so many sick, twisted desires. It was fun while it lasted.
Feeling a mixture of rage, and heat in your lower half you straddle Poe's lap as he is strapped into the interrogation chair, you can tell by the rather large, hard bulge in his pants that he was aroused too.
You shock him in the ribs with your taser again, after Poe is done moaning in pain you slap him hard again for good measure.
You then start to run your fingers through his soft curls and you lean in and nibble on his neck a little, Poe doesn't push you away. Instead he kisses you passionately back.
You are getting worked up and he senses this. Poe decides to exploit your weakness.
"Baby, if you want to make this fun I'll make it worth your time". Poe whispers into your ear. "But you'll need to loosen or remove these cuffs".
"I can't do that but I can do this". You reply as you start to unbutton your jacket, revealing your bare breasts to him.
"First order goes commando? That's interesting knowledge". Poe tells you with a laugh. "The legend herself, I've heard stories about you".
"The legend himself". You reply back, a wicked smile appearing on your face as you slap him again. "I could say the same about you".
"I want to touch those beautiful breasts so badly". Poe whispers to you seductively. "Free me".
You slap him again but you relent, the look in his dark, puppy dog eyes is impossible to resist. You're angry that he has gotten into your head. You have let lust overwhelm you. You just want him to fuck you, now.
You undo the cuffs and instead of making a break for it Poe starts to hungrily touch your breasts, focusing on your rock hard nipples.
He takes one into his mouth and starts sucking, you moan in pleasure and rock in his lap, you are wet, and wanting him badly.
"I want to be inside of you". Poe whispers seductively in your ear.
You slap him hard again and then undo his leg shackles, you free him from the chair and the two of you retreat into the dark recesses of the room together.
You are on the cold, hard floor together, you remove the rest of your uniform and then help Poe out of his.
Lying next to you his hand immediately moves between your legs and he starts exploring every delicate, wet fold with his fingers.
This is different for you because you are letting Poe take control and you aren't getting angry, unlike your encounters with Kylo.
As he gently massages your erect clit he whispers into your ear, "Let me taste you now".
"No, I won't allow it". You answer back sharply.
But your body is telling you otherwise, with a somewhat irritated sigh you roll over on your back and open your legs up to him.
His head instantly moves between your legs, Poe grasps your hips in his hands, lifting you up a little.
You, the badass, dominant, first order officer, have fallen hard for his raw sex appeal.
Deep down you hate yourself for it but you relent to the pleasure as he eats you out unlike anyone has ever been allowed to do before.
Your body feels like jelly and you've already enjoyed several pleasurable climaxes and the man hasn't even fucked you yet.
"Sex doesn't need to hurt to feel good". Poe whispers into your ear as he teases your wet slit with one of his fingers. "I want to make you feel pleasure that you've never known before, something tells me you need it".
"I don't need anything from you!" You bark sharply as you slap him across the face again.
Poe smiles tenderly at you and gently grabs the very hand that just hit him. To your surprise he begins to kiss and suck your fingers.
"I still hate you, you know". You tell him with a bitter laugh as you slap him again, this time in a soft, playful manner. "I wouldn't hesitate to kill you in a second".
"Oh, I can sense it". Poe replies as he starts to gently caress your hand. "That's what makes this so wrong, damn it I have a weakness for bad girls".
The two of you enjoy a long, steamy makeout session, you can taste the blood in his mouth, something that arouses you even more.
You place your legs on his shoulders and Poe slowly, carefully enters you. You cry out in pleasure as his thick organ fills you up and stretches you out.
He fucks you for a good 10 minutes in that position and then rolls you over for more in the classic missionary.
Poe buries his head between your breasts and you run your fingers through his glorious hair. Damn it he's right, you think to yourself bitterly, I did need this.
You feel his cock get harder as he cums inside of you, he moans with delight and closes his eyes as and fills you with his warm seed.
Poe is satisfied with accomplishing something from his X rated bucket list, completely own and creampie a first order officer, female or male.
And as usual, his partner was left satisfied and longing for more.
Unfortunately though, he is still a prisoner of the first order so after the two of you get dressed you shackle him back into the interrogation chair.
You now have a soft spot for him, and you can't stand it.
"This is a formality" You explain as you lock Poe up again. "Someone will be in to see you shortly".
"Why are all the beautiful women so fucking crazy?" Poe quips as you tighten his shackles and handcuffs.
But before you leave you lean down and run your fingers through his hair again and look into his gorgeous eyes one last time.
You hate him for being rebellion scum but you are also hating him for being so good looking.
The end
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okay <3 I'm very fond of The Boys Retiring apparently but I have this one fic that I've just barely started but it's probably gonna be long.
So au Jeremiah going crazy plotline never happens. it's just chaos of chaos' sake. Rome still gets shot and is out of the picture for awhile. Jonathan and Jervis are up to no good until Jervis gets arrested (Jonathan very rudely does not give a fuck and doesn't help him) then like a week later Jerome emerges and together they cause chaos.
After a seemingly only Jerome attack on the gcpd (jim voice: that knockout gas hasn't been identified, tho. could be Crane.) Jim and Harvey are searching around the gcpd for any stragglers of Jerome's followers and such and whoops they check an alley and completely interrupt Jerome and Jonathan's post mission adrenaline rush bang and after some awkward back and forth (and Rome admitting he tossed his gun the moment he saw Jon) Jim is like "fuckin idiots. please cuff yourselves."
As they're leading them away Harvey makes a snide comment calling them freaks (bc Jerome made a joke about handcuffing Jonathan) and Jonathan does Not take it well and promptly elbows him and bolts, and Jerome quickly follows. Jim and Harvey take fire but the boys are able to duck out of the alley unscathed.
or so it seemed. Jerome looks back to not see Jonathan. He of course immediately turns back and oh god Jonathan is on the ground and there's blood and Jerome is panicking and getting angry because and Jim Fucking Gordon shot his boyfriend in the lung and hes probably dying.
this got long whoops one sec
Jim. feels very bad. he has very much so always felt bad about Jonathan. he always thought if he'd been quicker he could have saved him from his dad's serum. if he payed more attention to his case afterwards he wouldn't have gotten sent to Arkham. Abused there. Wouldn't have become Scarecrow. And now he just shot him. he's just a kid, really. barely 18.
Jim of course is like "okay, be mad later and help me stabilize him. get him on his side, put lots of pressure." in the bg Harvey is calling an ambulance and a patrol car to take Jerome to the precinct. Jerome very fiercely fights that he's not leaving Jonathan, who at this point is very out of it. So out of it that Jerome is very concerned and Jim is like "uhh yeah he's in shock because his lung just collapsed" and Jerome is like👌this close to strangling Jim but that would mean taking pressure off of Jonathan's wound.
Patrol car is there, ambulance another few minutes out. Officer switches places with Jim so he can take Jerome to the precinct [AND THIS IS WHERE I LEFT OFF WRITING SO FAR] but Jerome is still refusing but he eventually manages to pull him away (Harvey replaces him to apply pressure) While they're driving to the precinct Jim awkwardly tries to reassure him that Jonathan will be okay, the operation to help him rarely has complications. Jerome doesn't respond and Jim just... politely pretends he doesn't hear Jerome biting back sobs.
They keep Jerome in one of the interrogation rooms while Jim ya know washes all this blood off himself (Jerome is still covered in it) I haven't thought much about this portion of the fic, it's moreso time filler for until Jonathan gets out of surgery. Probably just gonna be Jerome refusing to talk to anyone until he can see Jonathan. Eventually Jim gets a call from Harvey that Jonathan is out of surgery, stable, and just waking from anesthesia so it would be the perfect time to interrogate him and Jim reluctantly agrees.
Jim, though, does have a heart and informs Jerome of the news and he immediately flips and demands to see him but Jim keeps refusing until Jerome yells "I'll stay in Arkham peacefully for the rest of my life if I can just get some time with him!" Jim reluctantly agrees (and helps clean him up bc they're not gonna bring him in covered in blood)
When they arrive Harvey has already been questioning him for a bit but it hasn't gone far bc Jon is still loopy and very good at avoiding questions. The moment he sees Jerome he tries to get out of bed except he's been quite literally strapped down to it so that doesn't go well. Harvey steps back and lets Jerome sit by Jon
We get very soft times from the pov of the awkward observers. Rome holds Jon's hand, occasionally strokes his face and hair and kisses his cheek while they're quietly talking and it's all very sweet and so incredibly uncharacteristic from what they're used to seeing from. well. maniacs.
As Jon really starts to get more lucid it's clear he's not comfortable being strapped down at all, he's constantly testing the straps and squirming and Jerome starts to unstrap him but Jim is quick to protest, saying he has to stay in bed and they can't risk him trying to escape while injured and Jerome snaps "he's not going to escape! he's going to stay and cooperate. He just doesn't like the straps. They did that to him in Arkham." Jim lets Jerome finish unstrapping him. they talk quietly some more for a bit before Harvey interrupts like "hey we really got to uh. talk and shit." and they both agree so the four of them sit there and after a moment of silence Jerome goes
"I'll agree to go to Arkham and stay if Jonathan can be pardoned. Blame it on temporary insanity-- something. Anything to keep him from going back there. He can function in society-- he can." Jonathan reluctantly nods and agrees
"Arkham tried giving me a medication. it quieted the Scarecrow. made it easier to ignore his suggestions and the urges he would give me. I refused to take them... But I'll take them now. If I can visit Jerome in Arkham."
Jim and Harvey of course initially protest but Rome and Jon make a really good argument. It's clear the arrangement was something they'd talked about before, but was still painful to enact. They clung to each other's hands, shaking. They didn't like the idea of being seperated. Being together kept them sane but Jerome refused to have Jonathan go back to Arkham. it had been a long argument and a lot of convincing before Jonathan agreed to the plan of Jerome going to Arkham alone.
So.... it happens. There's an actual trial this time (bc Negotiations) Jonathan is still too hurt to attend in person so lawyer in his stead and such. Jonathan watches the news with tears in his eyes in his hospital room as they get everything they planned. As Jerome gets carted off past a jeering crowd into an Arkham inmate transfer van.
I don't have much past this point. I imagine part of the deal has Jonathan being some sort of city/state ward for awhile? he's technically an adult but he'd been in basically prison since 15, so he has help getting set back up. I imagine a filler chapter of a Very Mundane Day of Jonathan's life.
Wakes up in his shitty little apartment. takes his morning meds. has a shitty poptart breakfast (he never really liked them until Jerome introduced him to the cookies and cream flavor) Goes to some classes (he's learning psychology...) where he pretends to be a normal person. Works after school (he's a library assistant.) Gets home and ponders if he needs glasses (glasses jonathan supremacy.) Has a shitty dinner while he emails his court ordered therapist that yes he is doing perfectly fine (that's a lie) no he doesn't need to see him this week, that panicked email in the middle of the night was absolutely nothing. Takes his night meds. Does homework or studies until he passes out. Rinse and Repeat until Saturday.
Saturday is his one good day. That's his Jerome day. His therapist notes an immediate uptick in his mood on Saturdays for approximately 4 days until it rapidly drops to concerning levels. Seeing Jerome sort of... Resets him. Cant quite say happy, how can you be happy when you can only see the love of your life your boyfriend for two hours once a week? For a long time they weren't allowed to touch, Jerome was handcuffed to the table. Now they hold hands his entire visit and sit close enough to whisper to each other softly, and they try to sneak kisses when the guard looks away for a moment.
Jerome's therapist notes his mood stabilizes on Fridays and lasts until Tuesday, in which he returns to the expected maniacal behavior.
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okay I have more I want to write about this but I have to start getting ready for work so :( please enjoy this <3
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In the Bond-Chapter 7
Summary: Lilah often wished she’d never said yes to working with the Gecko brothers—usually while dodging gunfire. At no time was she regretting that decision more than when she’s hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring down a group of hungry culebras and one (1) extremely powerful sun god.
Word Count: ~4,600
Warnings: None
A/N: This is an AU of my Story In the Blood, which can be read here. Basically, this fic explores what would have happened if Lilah had met up with Geckos before she met Brasa.
Taglist: @symbiont13
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Fucking customs.
She hated going through customs.
Lilah’s hands were cuffed behind her as she sat on a heavy metal chair. The air conditioner was running full blast and she was shivering. Lilah was suddenly wishing she hadn’t stuffed her sweatshirt in her carry on bag. In only a camisole and shorts, she felt the effects of frostbite weren’t far away.
There had been a traffic jam on the highway and the cup had been reported stolen before she could get on the plane. Lilah could plan for a lot of contingencies, but an overturned semi hauling innumerable packages of ramen noodles would be filed under ‘freak accident’. It would take many, many years before Lilah would be able to smell the beef flavoring without thinking of being hauled gracelessly into this little room.
Seth had been third in line behind her, Richie having already cleared security, when they popped her for the theft. And, here she sat, waiting for one or both of them to break her out. They were smart guys, but this was an airport. Lilah was not going to count on rescue being quick. She settled further into the unforgiving metal of the chair, and waited.
The airport staff were likely running her passport, a fake, and her prints, which she could not fake. Lilah put it at about ten minutes before they figured out she was wanted in three states, an hour or two before she was extradited to one of those states. By noon, she was going to be behind bars. If she had it her way, they’d jack the car she was being transported in. Quick, easy, low chance that there would be security they couldn’t handle.
They’d lose the cup, though, which was not acceptable. It would sit in evidence somewhere until she was tried for the case—a trial that wouldn’t happen. Lilah did not like the prospect of getting the thing out of an evidence lock up. No, the best thing would be for her to get out of the cuffs, sneak out of the room, grab the cup on the way out.
The idiots who’d cuffed her left her purse on the table. In it was a burner cell phone. The plan was as follows: Get out of cuffs, use cell phone to call Seth and relay plan, sneak out, get cup, haul ass through the South exit, meet up with Seth, haul ass out of the country by car as opposed the plane.
The problem wasn’t the plan. The problem was that she was cuffed. Lilah was a very good thief, but she couldn’t steal with her hands behind her back. Not even she was stupid enough to take that boast on.
A low whir told her that the a/c had kicked on again and Lilah glared up at the vent. This was a far cry from where she’d been not a few days before, sitting on a soft, overstuffed couch and discussing strategy for how to expedite shipments to the club. He was feeding more and more of his people, and supplies were remaining stagnant. Lilah would very much would like to be curled up on that couch with Brasa, soaking up the heat from his body. Instead she was...pissed off and cold.
The conversation was one of the few that hadn’t ended in either ambiguity or frustration. Lilah had actually enjoyed sitting with him, arguing points back and forth, problem solving. He’d challenged her ideas, prompting alternatives that she found herself agreeing with. And then, when the conversation died down, he’d simply taken her hand and pulled her into his body.
Lilah had rested against him for awhile, soaking in the his warmth and letting him run his palm over the back of her hand and up her arm. Over and over, a deeply soothing motion. And then, with little preamble, he pulled her thumb between his lips nipping it with a lowered fang. She’d felt a pinch of pain, and then the venom slid into her veins, sending little zings of pleasure up her arm to settle in her chest.
Brasa had repeated the process with each of her fingers, watching her carefully. He’d agreed to continue exposing her a little at a time, and Lilah felt her cheeks warm as she thought about how very sweetly he’d kissed her before she’d left. Though she’d reached for him on the couch, he’d been adamant that she lay back and enjoy the feeling running over her nerves. Afterwards, he’d ensured she could stand steadily before allowing her to make her way to the door.
Smiling a little, Lilah tapped her sneakered feet against the tile, waiting for the first of what she assumed was two agents that would be responsible for questioning her. This was the hard part, the waiting. She was already bored, not even her ire was enough to keep her distracted.
Eyes closed, Lilah tried to keep herself calm and relaxed. The agents would be watching for anxiety, for signs of fear. When they got her details, they’d be expecting a professional who knew they were caught. They might want to negotiate for her partners. That meant she had leverage. She could buy time for Seth to get into position.
God, she was cold. Goosebumps were peppered all along her arms. As soon as she delivered that cup, she was going to wrap herself up in Brasa until he melted her down to her bones.
“I will be happy to accommodate.”
Lilah flinched, eyes flying open. Brasa was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, smirking at her from behind gold rimmed glasses.
“What are you doing here?” She hissed.
He pushed from the wall, circling around the table between them. After pushing her purse to the side, he sat back on the table, gloved hands folded in front of him, “I felt you.”
She gaped, “You felt me?”
Brasa nodded, “I felt you wanting me. Here I am.”
Her eyes narrowed, “You can do that?”
“Apparently.”
Well...that was an entirely new thing that she now had to figure out how to deal with. While handcuffed. In what she could only assume was federal custody. Shit.
“We really, really have to iron out the details of the bond,” she muttered, shaking her head.
“Yes, we do,” an agent said as he stormed into the room, a file in one hand. “By my count, you’ll be up to a couple million by the time we’re done with you.”
Lilah watched him cross over and sit in the chair opposite her. She had to resist lifting her gaze to gauge Brasa’s expression. The agent looked completely unaware that they weren’t alone. She didn’t want to tip him off that anything might be awry.
“No response?” The agent asked, brows lifted.
He was blond, average build, mid-fifties. The cut of his suit was off the rack, but he was wearing very nice cuff links. His haircut suggested ex-military. He wasn’t wearing a tie. Consultant. She put it at about twenty minutes since she’d been cuffed. He was already on site. If he had a partner, they would be there with him, he was working alone. The file was bullshit, a prop. Whatever he knew, he’d just read off the net. She could work with that.
“I’m Agent Rollins,” he offered with a smile.
Lilah stared at him, waiting.
“You’re a very popular woman.”
“And?”
Brasa shifted to the side, moving to stand behind her, his hand resting on the back of her chair. She ignored him, focusing on the agent. Rollins reached over and dumped her purse, finding her cell.
“If I hit redial, who will this call?”
A burner phone. Seth might answer it. That would work in her favor.
“Do it and find out.”
His smile was coy, as if he’d been let in on a joke she hadn’t told, “I think I’ll wait for the authorities to arrive.”
There. She could manage him with that. There were others that had more power. He was looking to make a deal, hoping she’d be scared enough to talk. He wanted something to boost his profile.
“Then, I don’t need to say anything else to you,” she quipped, slouching in the chair, “You’re not important enough to waste the effort on.”
His jaw ticked, “You know, I can get those cuffs off you.”
“I’m good with them where they are,” she said, pacing the answer to come off flippant as opposed to brash.
“Are you?” came a voice at her ear.
The heat of him was distracting, but Lilah managed to ignore him, “Why don’t you go tell your boss to come in here. We can talk turkey.”
“What does a turkey have to do with it?” Brasa said, in time with Rollins’, “I don’t have a boss.”
“You’re going to have to stop talking for a minute,” Lilah bit out, her chin tilting in Brasa’s direction as he leaned into her space.
Rollins sputtered, “You don’t want me to stop talking. I stop talking, you go to prison.”
Lilah held her tongue, her attention diverting to the way Brasa was dropping a kiss on her exposed shoulder.
Rollins took her distraction for fear, he leaned forward onto his elbows, “I can ensure you get minimum security. A woman of your skills can get out of that, no problem.”
That was true. She could swing that. But, she wasn’t going to get that far. Lilah was going to walk out of this office with the cup. And that was that. She’d be doing that a lot faster if Brasa wasn’t nosing along her temple, mouth skimming her skin.
She took a breath, trying to steady herself as Brasa ran his gloved fingers along her collarbone, “You need to stop.”
Brasa chuckled, “Why? You’re enjoying it.”
“Ms. McNamara,” Rollins entreated, “I’m trying to help you.”
Lilah shivered as she felt leather trace over the back of her neck, the weight of his hand resting there.
“You’re not the one cuffed to a chair,” she bit out.
Rollins, mistaking her meaning, nodded and reached into his pocket. Lilah could not stop the way her body tensed, too many knives pulled on her in just so casual a manner. Behind her Brasa let out a soft growl, but he moved, his eyes watching Rollins’ every step.
Leaning down, Rollins looked her in the eye, “As an act of good faith, I’ll un-cuff you. Fair warning, there’s an officer watching through the glass over there. You make any wrong move, and we’ll hog tie you until your transfer is cleared. Understood?”
Lilah smiled, “Understood.”
Rollins leveled a long look at her before he leaned down and slipped the key into the lock. Lilah felt the cuffs give way and drop into his hand.
“Now,” he said as he stood, pushing the cuffs into his pocket, “Do you have something to say?”
Lilah dropped her eyes and pretended to think, her jaw working, “Look up Mary Westmacott. Hard to find, but that should give you something to go off of.”
Rollins sneered a little bit, disappointed that she wasn’t giving up more, but she saw him process the name. He’d run it through all the normal archives—FBI, CIA, Interpol—but, he’d come up with nothing. It would buy her maybe twenty minutes to get out of the room, get the cup, and get out the door. She could do that.
When Rollins was gone, Lilah breathed deeply and looked over the contents of her purse. Rollins had taken her cell, but she had…gum, a pen, her wallet (sans ID), and mace. The idiot had taken her cell and identification, but left mace. She’d give him that it was disguised as a tube of lipstick, but it wasn’t even that good a disguise. Lilah liked to carry it, just in case, but she never bought the expensive stuff—had to ditch it before security, anyways.
She kept her body relaxed, but couldn’t help but to watch Brasa as he sauntered around her to return to his position atop the table. He was smiling.
“Oh sure,” she murmured, “Come on in, shove my purse aside, sit there, and smile at me. I still have to get out of this room.”
Stupid pleased smile. Stupid pretty face. Lilah shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of a strategy that wouldn’t get her shot in the back as she ran from the building.
“How can I help?” he asked, palms turned upwards.
Lilah sighed, “Hand me that mace, we’ll call it even. It looks like a lipstick.”
He leaned back a little, grabbed the little tube and held it up for her inspection. When she nodded, he tossed it to her. Lilah caught it and pushed it into her back pocket for safekeeping. She’d picked it up at a gas station just outside the city when they’d landed, a quick sleight of hand while Seth paid the cashier.
“Thank you,” she said, with feeling.
With a soft sound of entreaty, Brasa dropped to his knees, a move as startlingly fast as it was graceful. Lilah flinched, scooting the chair back a bit.
“What are you doing?”
With deliberate slowness, Brasa pulled the glasses off and tucked them into the inner pocket of his jacket. Then, he settled his weight back on his heels, big brown eyes looking up at her. Lilah’s hands curled around the legs of the chair, the cool metal grounding her against the heavy beat of her heart.
His gaze scanned the length of her body, along her shoulders, her breasts, hips, thighs, and down to her ankles. She felt leather encircle her calves, heat sizzling over her skin.
“You’re always wearing these thick sweaters,” he said in a soft, easy tone, “Is this what you wear to work?”
She huffed, shaking her head, “Its in the carry-on.”
He hummed a little bit, eyes roaming, “I like this change. You should do it more often. Especially the shorts.”
At this Lilah rolled her eyes, flexing her leg a little to tap her foot against his knee, “Says the man who wears nothing but black.”
Conceding the point wordlessly, Brasa leaned forward and up a little so that his chest was pressed against her knees.
“What would you have me wear?”
Though the question seemed innocent enough, Lilah caught a little bit of strain in his eyes. He was asking because he really wanted to know what she wanted, as if he’d wear whatever she suggested.
After a few seconds of hesitation, she simply said, “Wear whatever you whatever you want. Whatever you like.”
He laughed, a cutting thing that made her push back a little in her seat. Still laughing, he dropped his head into her lap, drawing in a breath that grazed her inner thighs. Lilah swallowed and resisted the urge to put her hands in his hair, a reaction she didn’t know quite what to do with.
When he’d calmed, Brasa’s head rolled to the side and he looked up at her from beneath his lashes, “You are impossible.”
She blinked, “You keep saying that.”
“I mean it,” he shot back, his hands sliding up her legs to rest on the tops of her thighs. Rising so that he knelt on his knees before her, Brasa’s expression was soft, “You ask for my opinion. You listen to me, you talk to me without condescension.” He took a breath, “You ask me for nothing. You won’t let me, but what I want is to serve you.”
Her jaw was hanging open. Lilah knew that. She absolutely could not help it. No one had ever said anything quite so to the point to her before. Not ever. She searched his face for insincerity, finding none. He was being completely earnest.
The door swung open and an angry Rollins strode in, red faced. There was sweat on his temple and a swagger in his step. He’d moved pretty fast, faster than she anticipated. Hardly five minutes had passed. He must have started with Google, rather than the government databases. Damn it.
“And then there were none,” he pronounced, hands on his hips.
Smirking, Lilah gave him a reluctant nod, “You got it.”
At her feet, Brasa growled. Lilah kept her eyes on Rollins, but relaxed her hips, letting his weight fall forward between her knees. Rollins clocked the movement his sneer deepening to disgust.
“Don’t think that’s going to work with me,” he warned, as he stepped closer.
Feeling the man between her legs tense to stand, Lilah squeezed her thighs a little to keep Brasa right where he was.
“Just wanted to see if you were an idiot, or not,” she quipped.
Rollins pointed at her, “Don’t play games with me. I’ll put you in a cell so fast—,”
“Of course you will,” she cut him off. “What you won’t do is cuff me again.”
She watched him get more angry, allowing herself to smile sweetly as he dug in his pocket. When he pulled out the cuffs and took another step forward, Lilah shot up out of the seat, her hand subtly falling to rest for a fraction of a second on Brasa’s shoulder. He remained kneeling, but his hands ran up and down the length of her legs before gripping her hips.
Rollins pushed into her space a little, grabbing her hand. She struggled, arm waving out to pull his attention while she pushed three fingers into his pocket and slipped the keys out. A hand reached up and pulled them from her fingertips, deftly putting them in her own pocket while she continued to fight with Rollins. Eventually, she left him cuff her hands in front of her, while she pretended to pout.
Stepping away, Rollins continued to glare at her, “You just sit there and wait. We’ll see who does what.”
She shrugged.
“You know, you keep talking to yourself. Make it easy for me and say something incriminating.” He reached down and jerked the mace out of her pocket, “I don’t know what kind of magnetic pull line you have on this, but don’t think we’re not watching you.”
When the door closed again, Lilah slumped a little. That was really, really easy. Aside from him confiscating her only weapon, that went pretty much how she wanted it to. Rollins would leave her alone now. Secure in the knowledge that she was bound and locked in a room, he would be watching the windows for the authorities. She forgot about whoever was watching through the glass, but that could be dealt with, eventually.
Looking down at Brasa, she lifted a brow, “Tell me, have they always been like this?”
He smiled, rising to stand next to her, “Some things never change.”
“Good to know.”
Lilah was stuck with the same problem she had a few minutes before—she needed to get out of the room, get the cup, and get out. Her brain worked around it, her mouth screwing up in concentration.
“What can I do?” Brasa asked, and Lilah smiled. She had it.
Fixing him with a conspiratorial glance, she said, “How do you feel about making the guy on the other side of the glass pee his pants?”
Face opening up into a bright smile, Brasa nodded. Lilah turned her back to the glass and pitched her voice very low, “You can move stuff in the room. They can’t see you. Ergo, they thinks its me moving it. Let’s keep them thinking that.”
Catching on, Brasa stepped away from her, hand hovering above the table, waiting for her cue. Lilah gave him a subtle nod and waved her hands. With a harsh shove, he swept everything off the table, including her purse. Lilah laughed.
I like this game.
She did it again and he upended the table, throwing it to the wall with the barest of touches. The sound was loud enough that she knew she’d draw a bit of attention, so she waited, listening. Brasa eyed the door, moving closer to her. When it remained closed, Lilah pointed at the chair, waggling her eyes at the two way glass. Another arc of her arms and the chair flew into mirror, cracking it.
Straightening her shoulders, Lilah strode over to it and carefully pressed her finger into the bullseye where the chair had hit the hardest. She added a little more pressure, smiling when an audible crack sounded.
“Can you see me?” She asked, peering hard at her own reflection, “Want to see what else I can do? I’m gonna break this glass right in your face.” Lilah strode away, adding, “You might want to take a step back.”
As she crossed the room, Brasa moved into place, a low chuckle rumbling, “You are enjoying this.”
She beamed at him, “What’s life if you can’t show off once in a while?”
Lilah jerked her hands forward and he slammed his fist on the cracked mirror, shattering it. She laughed, stepping towards it as she dug the key out of her pocket. While she removed the cuffs, Lilah craned her neck to see the security guy (front line, hourly, untrained), cowering on the ground and attempting to use his chair as a shield.
“Hi,” she called out, leaning into the room.
On the desk was the guard’s discarded jacket. She grabbed it and used it to cushion against the glass so that she could vault over the barrier and into the little observation room. It was significantly warmer on the other side of the glass and Lilah felt herself scoff internally at the interrogation tactics. She smiled at the guard.
“So, I just need you to be very quiet. Give me your cell phone.”
Shaking, he handed her the cell. She nodded her thanks and dialed.
“Who is this?” Seth answered brusquely. “We don’t do ransoms.”
“Good to know,” she shot back. “Listen, I’m out of the room. Gonna get the cup and be out of here in about ten minutes. South entrance. Be there.”
Hanging up, Lilah opened the timer app, “I’m going to set this for ten minutes. If you make so much as a peep between now and then, I’ll use that power you saw in there to melt your brain through your nostrils. And, you don’t make enough for that shit, do you?”
The guard shuddered, “No.”
“Good,” she paused, “You see where they took the package I had?”
He nodded, “Its in Agent Rollins’ office.”
She smiled, “You’ve been very helpful.” Handing him the phone and standing, she added, “Don’t be stupid. Stay here. Stay quiet. Ten minutes.”
Catching sight of a taser on his belt, Lilah snagged it, clipping it to her belt loop. After another moment of thought, she reached over the desk and grabbed the jacket, shaking it out. This would do as a disguise, for the moment. And then she was heading out, moving down the hall.
“He didn’t pee his pants,” came the comment from behind her.
“Yeah,” she murmured as she checked for others. “Damn shame.” Casting him a flirtatious look, Lilah said, “Next time.”
“I look forward to it,” he replied, his step a leisurely saunter in comparison to her intentional stealth.
Lilah found Rollins’ office fairly quickly. The door was closed. She could hear him on the phone. Probably boasting about capturing a thief, caught red-handed. Her lip curled. Ear pressed to the door, she listened for her opening.
Warmth enveloped her from behind, gloved hands landing on either side of her head. Lilah’s eyes closed briefly and she turned to look up at him. He blocked out the light of the florescent bulbs above them.
“What’s the plan?” He asked cordially, as if they hadn’t just wrecked the interrogation room and scared a guard shitless.
She shrugged, “When he’s done with his phone call, I’m going in there, using the taser on him, taking the cup, and walking out to the south entrance.” She pointed to her left, “Its just over there.”
He didn’t spare the exit a glance, merely continued to look at her with something like pride shining in his eyes. The conversation in the next room continued in a low drone. Lilah leaned against the door and relaxed while she had the time.
“Thank you for the help back there,” Lilah said, reaching up to touch the lapel of his jacket.
Brasa smiled, pleased, “You had it under control.”
She did, but Lilah definitely appreciated the assist.
She shook her head, “For the record, I’ll always sign on for a little theatrics.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He looked like he was going to say something further, but his head turned to the side. Eyes down, he appeared to be listening.
Looking back at her, he simply said, “I need to go.”
She nodded, blinking, and then he was gone. Leaning hard against the door, she struggled to keep the smile off her face, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. Behind her, the conversation slowed to a stop and she took her cue.
With a little swivel, Lilah turned and breezed through the door. She targeted the cup on his desk, ignoring his question of what the fuck she thought she was doing. Quick as she could, Lilah raised the taser and fired, catching him dead center on his chest. He made a sound like a drowned cat, hitting the floor. With her free hand, Lilah shut the door and kept her finger on the trigger for a few more seconds, just to be sure.
Grabbing the cup, Lilah shoved it into the roomy pocket of the jacket, leaning over the desk to make sure Rollins wouldn’t get up too fast. Judging by the drool pooling beneath his mouth, she had a few minutes, at least.
The rest of the plan went smoothly, and Lilah was throwing herself into the back of the car, Richie cackling as he dropped into the seat, Seth cursing as he pealed out of the lot. They raced through the security gates, helpfully disabled by Richie, and out towards the highway.
Lilah held up the cup in victory, smiling as she reveled in the satisfaction of a job well done. And then she frowned, sitting up so quick her eyesight blurred.
“How are you out here? In the sun?” She nearly screamed, her hand gripping the shoulder of Richie’s suit jacket tightly.
Richie shifted around to look at her through the seat, eager to explain, “Okay, so weird perk of completing a bond, right? I don’t become extra crispy in sunlight.”
She stared at him, trying to wrap her mind around it. Richie took her expression as categorical awe.
“I know, right?” He exclaimed, pushing his glasses up his nose, “Its the number one reason culebras try to initiate bonding—I mean, outside of the other stuff.”
Her brows drew together, “Other stuff?”
“Increased strength, faster healing, telepathic connection, and—oh, the feeding is,” he touched his fingers to his mouth in a chef’s kiss.
Lilah continued to stare, connecting dots, her throat dry, “What about, um, Kate? What does she get?”
His smile widened, “That’s the best part. Immortality without having to convert her.”
Immortality…
Lilah found herself turning inwards even as she nodded along to Richie talking about comparative situations in fandom—oddly landing on Vulcan mating practices, which she was not going to get into with him on anything but a superficial level.
Immortality…
How the fuck was she going to deal with that?
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