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casual

partially based on casual by chappell roan and a lil bit of sad personal experience hehe

word count: 2k

content warnings: angst (no happy ending), references to smut, alcohol, harry being a douche, not ramadan friendly

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. . .

From: H (12:47 a.m.)

Come over?

To: H (12:50 a.m.)

Give me 15

From: H (12:52 a.m.)

. . .

It’s not unusual for her nights to look like this. Or her early mornings, rather.

It wasn’t always this way. When she first met Harry, she wanted nothing to do with him romantically or intimately. She’d heard about his reputation — it wasn’t anything bad as long as you were looking for the same thing. He was an expert in bed and the friends that slept with him always provided rave reviews. Ever excited rumblings of, “oh my God, he’s so caring! He made me finish twice before he even took his cock out” and “he’s the perfect one night stand — seriously, I’ve never had anyone better.”

But Y/N didn’t care for that.

She was a serial monogamous, always bumping around from one lengthy relationship to the next. In hindsight, she supposes she wasn’t any better than Harry, who earned his notoriety from a series — a long series — of casual hookups.

If you needed a rebound, you went to Harry.

If you were going through a dry spell, you went to Harry.

If you were just horny and needed someone to go home with at the end of the night (and he hadn’t miraculously already found somebody else yet), you went to Harry.

And Y/N never planned to sleep with him. Ever, really. He was a fine friend, someone who mixed well with their mutual friends, but they hardly exchanged conversation except for the occasional nicetie. She had his phone number from when he planned Rachel’s surprise birthday party last year and they were friends on Venmo, passing back the same $20 every month for drinks or a shared Uber.

That was the extent of their friendship.

Until a few months back, when Y/N was down in the dumps. She’d been seeing this girl, Samantha, for a month or two, assuming that they were headed straight towards a happy, exclusive relationship — only to discover that Samantha was sleeping with and seeing just about 10 other people on the side. And it only came out because Samantha happened to contract chlamydia from one of her sexual partners, so she’d been forced to tell Y/N for the sake of her health.

Y/N's friends, Rachel, Maeve, and Len gave her time to wallow. They offered it to her on a silver platter, even, offering multiple girls nights out (and in), providing Y/N all the space she needed to cry and complain and talk about how hurt she felt.

But then… a week of moping turned into two, which turned into three, which eventually turned into a month and a half. Her friends were exhausted from watching her spiral into sadness, so they did the only thing they knew: They sat her down and told her she needed to rebound. Fast.

“And who the hell am I supposed to rebound with?” Y/N asked through a sniffle. The only thing that made this whole thing worse was her friends staging an intervention for her because she was being annoyingly sad about her not-really-breakup-but-felt-like-a-breakup. “See, that’s the best part of being friends with a man whore,” Maeve replied eagerly. Len and Rachel sat on either side of her with bright eyes, nodding excitedly. “Harry! He already said he’s down and everything!” “Wait— you already asked him?” “We just put the idea in his head. Don’t worry, men are stupid,” Len quickly waved her off, “But he’s going out with everyone tonight. We’ll feed you a few shots to get you just buzzy enough, and then send you off to your night in heaven. You won’t even remember that girl’s name by the time Harry’s done with you!” Y/N cringed. “Hasn’t, like… everyone slept with him though?” Maeve shrugged. “Yeah, but he’s clean. He gets regular testing and uses condoms. Really, Y/N, it’s sort of a rite of passage at this point. But you should do it only if you’re comfortable— don’t let us force you into it.” Y/N swallowed tightly. She had to admit, the thought of a rebound sounded… appealing. She’d swiped through dating apps looking for one, but she was too scared that a one night stand would end in her bloody murder. And it helped that Harry already knew what he was doing, and— wait, was she crazy or was she actually starting to consider this? “Alright, fine,” she replied with a shaky exhale, “Let’s do this.”

That was four months ago.

And what was supposed to be an evening of stupid, lusty, casual sex turned into Y/N falling hard. It wasn’t her fault, though — no, not when he panted breathy promises into her mouth in the back of the Uber, mumblings of “just tonight, you know that, right?”. She’d replied just how she’d rehearsed it in her brain hours prior: “yes, yeah, I know— just tonight. Just for tonight.”

"Just for tonight" shifted into Harry asking her to stay until the morning for breakfast and shower sex. Then, the following weekend, he texted her the ever classy you still awake? at just past midnight. She was indeed up, doing nothing but rotting on her couch and watching a documentary about the deep sea — and her hookup with Harry had been good, really good, and she wasn’t going to turn down another night of orgasms.

As he wrapped a condom around his dick and pressed messy kisses down her neck, he whispered the same hurried sentiments from the weekend before: “didn’t see anyone I wanted tonight and we were good, yeah? It was good. So just… just one more night, okay? That’s fine, right?”

Foolishly, with flittering eyelashes and her nails scraping down her back as he pushed inside, she nodded and echoed his words. Just one more night, that’s fine.

It didn’t take long for their friends to catch on when Harry would leave the bar an hour early without looking for someone to take home. Or, when they’d both be out and, like magnets slowly being pulled towards one another, they’d end up kissing on the street as they waited for an Uber to take them back to Harry’s place.

The guys hounded Harry about it, asking if Y/N was finally the one to tie him down.

“Nah,” he’d reply with a shake of his head, “She’s a good girl. Too good for me.”

When Y/N’s friends demanded to know every last detail, she shrugged.

"I'm not really sure. It's... good, I think."

They only responded with small, tight smiles.

. . .

“Your mom texted me today. She invited us to come see them this weekend.”

Harry doesn’t reply — or rather, he makes an unassuming humming noise — as he gets out of Y/N’s bed, untangling his naked form from her sheets. He hunts down his briefs and pulls them on before stretching his arms out.

“Did you eat dinner?” he asks, grabbing her tee-shirt off the floor and tossing it to her. She sits up, tightening the sheet around her chest. She shakes her head as she clutches the fabric of her shirt in her hands and watches him scroll on his phone.

“No. I thought we could get something.”

Harry hums again, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers. Swallowing, Y/N puts her shirt back on. She’s not sure why, but she always feels oddly vulnerable once they’ve finished hooking up. When she’s still naked and he’s already moved onto the next thing, like having plans with the guys or taking a shower before he heads home. She'd even purchased his favorite body wash and shampoo when he started sticking around a bit longer, but he'd never even mentioned it or uttered a thank you.

“Yeah, maybe,” he finally replies. He locks his phone and places it back on the ledge of the TV stand in her bedroom. The simple act makes her heart jump — usually, he’ll stuff his phone in his pocket as he’s leaving. Maybe he was planning on staying the night. “So listen, I know I took you to dinner at my parents’ place that one time, but I don’t really feel comfortable with you talking to my mom.”

Y/N furrows her brows in confusion. “She texted me, H. I don’t, like, regularly reach out to her.”

“Right, but it just makes this whole thing feel way more serious than it is.” he says, sitting back down on the bed. He maintains a steady distance between them and it makes a small lump form in Y/N’s throat.

“Okay,” she murmurs slowly, “That’s fine, I get it. But… we never really talked about what this is.”

Harry glances up with wide, confused eyes. “We’ve said it a million times, Y/N. This is casual. Completely and totally casual sex.”

An ugly, involuntary chortle leaves her chest. He raises his eyebrows.

“We’ve been fucking for four months. That’s not really casual.”

“Yes, it is. It’s friends with benefits.”

“Sure, maybe, but that’s if you explicitly outline that you’re just having sex. No feelings involved.”

“We did that.”

“When?”

“At the beginning,” Harry responds. He seems frustrated now, but it feels as though he’s recalling a memory that Y/N was never even around for. “Remember? I told you, it was all just for tonight type shit. Nothing real.”

“Then why the fuck did you take me to your parents’ house two months ago?” Y/N demands, anger rising in her chest, “And why am I your date to all of your stupid, boring work events? And why the hell are you at my house like four times a week, and why do you have a drawer full of my clothes at your place?”

“Y/N—”

“This isn’t fucking casual, Harry. This is dating. You’re dating me and you don't even realize it.”

“I would know if I was dating you, but I never asked you to be my girlfriend. I don’t want a girlfriend, you know that.”

She groans and shakes her head, ignoring the way her jaw already aches from clenching it so hard. She grabs a clear pair of underwear from her drawer and quickly slips them on. Harry’s silent the entire time.

Suddenly, she whips around and faces him. “Have you been fucking other people?”

A wrinkle forms between his brows. He shakes his head.

“No. I wouldn’t do that, and it’s unsafe.”

“Right,” she murmurs, placing her hands on her hips, “So piece it together, Harry. Neither of us are sleeping with other people. We’re exclusively seeing one another.”

“You’re just making this out to be way more of a thing than it is—”

“Oh, fuck off!” she exclaims, “You have a key to my house! That’s pretty serious!”

“I didn’t ask you for that!” he fires back as he stands up from the bed. They’re in a stand-off now, staring at one another with angry eyes. She snorts and shakes her head in disbelief.

“My friends were so fucking right about you. You’re such an asshole. You know Maeve called me a loser for thinking you were a good guy?”

Harry rolls his eyes as he grabs his phone and sweater, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

They don’t exchange any other words as he leaves her room. She sits back down on the edge of the mattress, listening as he stuffs his feet in his sneakers and slams the front door shut. She doesn’t even notice that tears are lining her eyes and falling onto the apples of her cheeks.

. . .

It’s barely 48 hours later when Y/N’s watching a YouTube video as she stands in the bathroom, doing her nighttime routine.

Like four months prior, when she hoped Harry would be a good rebound for her heartbreak, she's been moping around in self-hatred and sadness. She's in awe of how cruel and oblivious he's being, but more than that, she can't believe she actually believed he had real feelings for her. Ones that extended beyond sex.

She’s brushing her teeth when she notices a text notification come down, redirecting her attention from the influencer vlog to read the name of the sender. She taps on it to see a familiar initial.

From: H (10:32 p.m.)

Sorry for what I said. Can I come over?

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fullfriendnerdclutch · 1 month

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Richard actually preferred to spent his Spring Break lounging around his quaint and peaceful university town. But, since his Uncle drove all the way down to pick him up unannounced, simply because Richard is in the same state now, not like he could just shush that man away so he lazily packed his bag and hit the road with the 43 years old hulk of a DILF

They didn't talk much throughout the long trip into the farmland as Richard pretended to fall asleep before eventually really falling asleep on the way there. But he's dead wrong to assume that his Uncle is unaware of his avoidance. In fact, that very attitude is the sole reason why his Uncle came all the way down to pick him up. It's time to mold Richard into the perfect Dawson boys, and Spring Break provides the best timeline in order for Richard to hit his final alteration right during summer

When the pair arrived at the sprawling farm, Richard realized how stinking rich his family must be with all these acres of land under their possession. It's been more than a decade since he last visited the family farm, but clearly this visit will leave him with the memory about the family farm much more clearly. His uncle let him rest for the remainder of the day, he even fell asleep right after his quick dinner and cleaning himself. But Richard didn't expect that he needs to do some hard labour the following morning!

"Your cousin Adam is spending some time with his sickly wife while Steve took off for the entirety of this Spring Break to spend time with his kids. So I need your help, boy,"

"Wait, Adam is married?"

"Yes, a year ago, don't you remem--- oh yeah, you were on your gap year trip,"

The tone his uncle used irked Richard a bit, gap year trip, but he let it go. His mind is focused on the fact that Adam is the same age as him, and he's married? At 20? 19 if he considered the fact it happened a year ago.....what a totally different life the two of them have. His uncle snapped Richard's out of his mind as he told the pale, gangly-looking Richard to put on the boots before helping him around the farm and the ranch. Richard at first doubted that he could fit into the boots, but somehow it fits him just right. So, off he goes with his uncle

Day after day, the routine remained the same. He will wake up at around 5 or 6 AM, have his loaded breakfast and head out with his uncle. He surprisingly found himself enjoying the routine, he even started to address his Uncle with "Sir" and cooked the breakfast for the two. He simply didn't notice the change in his reflection on how his skin tanned on its own, how his form straightened rather than hunched per usual, how all his clothings somehow altered to solely consist of black t-shirt, jeans and some plaid shirt and he just didn't bother to ask his uncle for the whereabouts of his other clothing. He also failed to notice how his uncle has been subliminally planting in his subconsciousness that he enjoyed working in the farm, that he preferred to be called Dick since Richard sounded too posh for him, that Dick has always been interested with farming and the idea to continue the family's business, that Dick wanted to recruit some good trusted friends of his to join the family's business and how he needs to pivot to study about agriculture or farming in uni.....well, scratch that, he will probably drop out later in the summer and learn better about farming or agriculture by working with his Uncle.

Imagine the surprise his roommates got when Richard went back from his Spring Break 30 lbs heavier and looking like a Southern farm stud with his outfit and the way he got this drawl out of nowhere. And he apparently have a souvenir too for them

"Got these from my Uncle, now, try to put these babies on and tell me how it feels,"

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Fast forward to summer, not only Dick really followed through with his drop out plan, he brings along his now much-more fitting roommate to join him in the farm

Hey there, a bit rushed with this execution but hope it's still an enjoyable read

#personality change #male muscle growth #male transformation

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tatoda · 10 months

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Guitar Pick | college!conrad x fem!reader

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summary: you go to Brown and maybe you don’t exactly fit in, but one brown haired boy makes you feel as if you do

pairing: college!conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: just fluff <3

wc: 800 (sorry it's short im getting back into things)

first con fic since last year :) a little rusty on the writing i apologize. sorry it’s not so long :(

It was the smell in the air that brought you comfort. The casual people-watching you would do as you walked down to the music store closest to campus— it wasn’t the best place to shop but it will do for the times you’re in Providence.

The ding of the door sounded as you walked through the store. The red interior with wood floors reminded you of back home, so that is why you kept coming back to the same spot every weekend. No one tried to bother you when shopping. Of course some boys would walk by and you’d glance their way, but they would never glance back at you the same way.

Picking up a guitar from one of the stands you sat down at the small corner couch. You have always loved playing any instrument, you would run around the house singing and hitting any object around the house to make drums until your aunt got you a ukulele at the age of 6 which took your dreams and desires for music to grow. Being at Brown surprised your family. They really thought you would just go to a music school, but you wanted to explore other career paths. Sometimes your parents weren’t proud of it but they supported your decision.

After a few minutes of strumming the instrument, you stood back up to get a new guitar pick. It was time for a new one— well that’s what you told yourself but you just loved shopping for new things. Reaching for a red and green one, another pair of hands reached for the same one.

“sorry.” glancing up at the voice, you see a boy maybe around your age, with brown eyes and brown hair as his cheeks turned a little red at the intersection

“no that’s my fault sorry, go ahead it’s all yours.” you gestured towards the pick.

“no, my mom raised me to be a gentleman. please take it.”

“i-“ but the tall figure cut you off

“please i was looking at another one anyways.” he looked down at you

“thanks, sorry again.” you softly grabbed it as he smiled gently at you before picking up a solid navy blue one

You didn’t think twice before you went to go pay for it and took off out of the store carrying on with your day.

The next day, you sat under a tree strumming your guitar just letting the nice weather hit for once. The shade of the tree helped you relax not being blinded by the sun. You were so busy strumming the instrument you didn’t realize the figure walking towards you.

“guitar pick girl.” the familiar voice called out making you stop in movement, the boy from yesterday. he was walking towards you wearing a Brown sweatshirt and sweatpants

“hi.” you softly introduced not knowing you would be seeing this boy again

“I’m sorry, i know it’s weird for me just to walk up like that and rude for me to not know your name. you left too quickly yesterday i tried to-to get your name but you were gone.” he played with his fingernails as he spoke

“sorry.” you smiled apologetically not knowing why this boy who you totally thought was cute was suddenly approaching you

“no worries,” he rocked on his feet “i-im Conrad, Conrad Fisher” he stuck his hand out to you and you lifted yours off the guitar

“y/n y/l/n” his eyes seemed to immediately remember the future

“how long have you been playing?”

“my whole life basically. you play?” he nods

“yeah just not too long ago maybe like a summer or 2, my mom wanted me to learn a song for her.”

“that’s sweet of you. you must be a mamas boy for the two times you have mentioned her talking to me.” you grinned at him

“yeah.” he sadly smiled and you didn’t feel like pushing him to ask about what it was all about “do you mind if i sit? you look like you need some company.” he gestured to the grass next to you

“all yours.” conrad then sat down next to you criss-cross

“what year are you?” he played with the grass that was in front of him

“junior, what about you?”

“sophomore.” you nodded and you both went silent but it wasn’t a bad silence, it was comfortable

“could i take you out sometime?” your eyes drifted over to conrad and his eyes went wide “sorry! i didn’t mean to come off so strong, i’d just like to get to know you better.” you looked down at his hands as they played with the grass faster and you put a hand over his to stop his movements

“i’d love that.” his eyes went to your hands and his visible relaxed

“i just thought you were really pretty yesterday.” that sentence made you blush and look down biting your lip

“i thought you were pretty cute too, conrad.”

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #conrad fisher #prime video #the summer i turned pretty season 2 #college!conrad fisher #belly x conrad #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher one shot #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x fem!reader

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Crushes, Chaos, and Confessions (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Word count: 2.2K

Summary: dustin knows how steve feels about you and he can’t stop himself from spilling his best friend’s biggest secret to you

Tags: ST4 spoilers!!, steve being all sweet, dustin, max, and lucas being chaotic/funny, dustin has a big mouth, humor, fluff, love confessions, kissing, mutually requited love

A/N: my second steve fic! I loved writing him so much the first time I had to do it again <3

cross-posted to ao3 • st masterlist • writing masterlist

Sitting in the basement of the Wheeler house felt odd. Probably because neither of the Wheeler siblings you knew were there. Still, you had a lot of company.

Max was across the room at a desk, her headphones on as she held a pen in hand. Lucas, Steve, and Dustin—in that order—were sitting on the couch against the wall opposite to Max. And you? You couldn’t sit down. You should’ve gone with Nancy and Robin, but Steve had complained about always having to be the babysitter and convinced you that three was a crowd and to stick with him instead.

It was kind of embarrassing, how easy he could sway you. Steve had quickly become one of your best friends after he began working with you and Robin at Scoops Ahoy. That is, before the mall burned down. However, everything that happened was a very quick and strong bonding experience. Then the three of you migrated together to the video store and spent even more time together. Especially you and Steve. After your shifts or on your days off you were almost always hanging out together.

“Can you sit down?” Dustin’s voice broke through the silence and took you out of your head. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“Leave her alone, dude,” Steve muttered in your defense. “She’s scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you were quick to correct, finally stilling in order to face them. “I’m just… anxious.” It was true, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if Nancy and Robin came back with no answers and Max—who you’d become fond of—was left in danger.

Steve stood from the couch and made his way over to you. He put an arm over your shoulder and pulled you against him at an angle. You allowed yourself to curl into him as he provided you with a comforting embrace.

“When’s the last time you slept?” Steve asked as his other arm came around you, hugging you. His voice was soft but full of concern.

“I don’t remember,” you admitted. After everything that happened it was hard to calm down enough to even close your eyes for more than a few seconds. You felt like you couldn’t sleep until the mystery of Vecna was solved and he was stopped.

If your head wasn’t against Steve’s chest, you would’ve seen Lucas staring at you and Steve while Dustin rolled his eyes. Steve didn’t see at first either, but he sensed the sass radiating off of his young friend. He shot Dustin a glare that translated to ‘keep your mouth shut!’

See, Dustin knew about Steve’s feelings for you. Well, practically everyone who saw the way he interacted with you did, but Dustin was the only one he actually told. He would’ve told Robin but she had already figured it out and he made her swear to forget it. There was only one person who didn’t know how Steve felt about you; you.

Somehow, you were oblivious to it. Even Steve at times was surprised you hadn’t called him out on it. Between the longing stares and constant affection, the way his mood always lit up when you were around and how often he wanted to hang out, he figured he would’ve been caught by now. But you never seemed to notice how he was so much gentler and much more openly caring with you than anyone else.

“Just try to take it easy, okay? Please?” Steve asked softly. “You know I worry about you.”

You lifted your head and met his eyes with a soft smile. “Sometimes I think you worry about me too much,” you teased him lightly.

“Yeah, well, I can’t help it,” he replied with sincerity. A light smile tugged at his lips as he stared down at you. He couldn’t hide the absolute adoration in his eyes as he held your gaze, and it took everything he had to not lean down and kiss you.

The moment was ruined when Dustin decided he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “If you’re gonna kiss can you not do it in front of us please?” he asked sarcastically. Steve shot him a death glare and you blushed a little bit and stepped back from Steve.

“What the hell, man?” Steve couldn’t contain his annoyance at the younger teen. Looking at Steve you could see he was blushing a tad. You figured it was because Dustin had embarrassed him. It was one thing when you and Steve teased each other about your relationship but hearing it from someone else made it awkward.

You rolled your eyes and brushed off the comment. You thought there was no way it was anything more than a joke so you didn’t let it bother you. “I’m gonna go get a glass of water,” you announced, changing the subject.

“No, you stay here,” Steve decided, already walking to the stairs. “Sit down and relax for a sec. I’ll get it for you.” He gestured to the spot he’d been sitting that was now empty.

“Um, thanks!” You called after him as he ascended to the main house. You turned your attention to Lucas and Dustin, furrowing your brows at the weird expressions on their faces.

You didn’t move to the seat, unable to bring yourself to sit down. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked the boys.

“I wasn’t joking, you know. Before. He really does wanna kiss you.” Dustin told you matter of factly.

“What?” you questioned, his comment coming seemingly out of nowhere. You had no idea how long he’d been keeping Steve’s secret and Dustin just couldn’t not say anything now.

“He likes you. It’s, like, disgustingly obvious. I don’t know how you don’t notice,” he stated with plenty of sass in his voice. It was the tone he always used when he knew he was right—which was more often than any one of you wanted to admit.

“Yeah, he’s definitely into you,” Max chimed in, apparently having listened in to the whole interaction. You turned your head to her and saw no hint of sarcasm. “You seem like you like him too,” she added.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Dustin cut you off with more revealing information. “He’s too scared to tell you. He doesn’t want to ruin the friendship, whatever that means.”

“If you like him you should tell him,” Max intervened yet again. “He’d actually be a good boyfriend. He’s like, super romantic with you already. You just don’t notice.” The way she said it had an underlying argumentative tone.

That, of course, sparked Lucas to jump in. “And what? I wasn’t a good boyfriend?”

“You cared more about being popular so what do you think?” Max snarked back with her focus on Lucas.

You didn’t even have the focus to register what they had revealed to you before because the conversation devolved into children (okay, fine, teens) bicker amongst themselves.

“I do care about you!” Lucas defended, yelling slightly in exasperation.

“You did miss Hellfire Club,” Dustin muttered under his breath.

“And you missed my game!” Lucas then turned back to Max. “I do care about you, okay? Plus, Steve was popular in high school and now you’re his number one fan or whatever so how is that different?”

Max scoffed. “What does that have to do with anything?” she questioned. “Besides, I’m not his number one fan- Y/N is!”

“Guys—” you said, trying to get a word in.

“All I said was that they’d make a good couple because he obviously cares about her a lot.”

“Once again—” Lucas tried to argue back, but he got cut off just as you had been. This time, by Dustin.

He shot to his feet. “Hey! Quit it!” he yelled to Max and Lucas, causing them to fall quiet. They seemed startled and honestly you were too. All eyes were on Dustin as he firmly reminded, “this is about Y/N and Steve, not you two.” Dustin then looked at you. “Do you like Steve?” he pushed for an answer, causing you to feel flustered. You felt like a spotlight was on you.

This was not how you expected to admit you had feelings for Steve Harrington…

Then, to make everything even more… you didn’t know the word for it. Weird? It didn’t matter. Point was, Steve appeared all of the sudden and questioned, “I heard my name, what’s going on?”

Well, at least he hadn’t heard everything. “Um,” you didn’t know what to say.

“We told her you love her,” Dustin announced, causing both you and Steve to whip your heads towards him.

“What!?” You and Steve exclaimed in unison. You were both shocked, but in different ways.

“Why would you tell her that!?” Steve demanded an answer from Dustin.

Your eyes found Steve. “You love me?” you asked. He looked down at you, his cheeks flushed and his face still wearing an expression of surprise and confusion.

He swallowed, trying to regain his composure. “I thought he said he told you.”

“He didn’t say love,” you told him. You still couldn’t believe it as you said the words. Steve Harrington loved you… that was a lot to take in.

“Well, he does love you,” Dustin confirmed.

“Be quiet, Henderson!” Steve shouted in frustration at the boy.

“No, I’m tired of you staring at her and always talking about her but doing nothing about it!” Dustin argued, somehow sounding just as frustrated with Steve as Steve was with him.

“I thought you said you didn’t want them to kiss earlier,” Max quipped.

Dustin looked at her and she tilted her head, easing her brows. “They need to kiss and get it over with, just not in front of me,” Dustin clarified.

“Okay!” Steve shouted, holding his hands up, signaling for silence. Then he took a breath before letting out a deep sigh. “Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” he addressed you calmly. This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out. Hell, he wasn’t planning on you finding out. But if he did tell you, it would’ve been… well, not like this. Now he had to explain himself and hope you didn’t reject him too harshly.

Given the situation with Max, you figured the both of you leaving the room wasn’t the safest and Steve agreed. You found yourselves sitting on the stairs next to one another. You were towards the middle, still in the eyeline of the other three but (hopefully) out of earshot if you talked quietly.

“Here,” Steve murmured, pushing the glass of water he had been holding into your hand. You dipped it, muttered thanks, then set it aside.

“So…” he started off. Steve wasn’t looking at you, but at his hands as he fiddled with his hands. “Henderson told you everything?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “It was a lot of information all at once,” you recalled through a small chuckle. The chaos that had ensued was admittedly funny in hindsight.

“And what do you think of that information?” he asked cautiously, finally looking up and meeting your eyes. Steve was so anxious and he was sure you could see it. Maybe he’d get some of your sympathy so you would let him down gently.

Instead, you surprised him. “I wish you had told me sooner,” you admitted. You had no excuse not to tell Steve everything now that you knew he felt the same. “I feel the same way.”

Steve’s brows raised slightly and a boyish smile crossed his face. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that,” he replied, a huge weight lifting off of his shoulder. His heart still raced but in a different way now.

“I guess I was better at hiding it than you,” you teased. “I mean, I didn’t know—but they did.” You gestured to the kids with a tilt of your head. “Seems like I need to pay better attention.”

You both laughed at that. “I should’ve just said something. I didn’t want to screw things up,” he confessed. Steve then chuckled to himself. “I can’t believe Henderson told you.”

“I guess he did us a favor, huh?” You suggested.

“You’re welcome!” Dustin called over to you. Great, so they had been eavesdropping. It was naive to believe they were actually minding their own business.

“Hey, Dustin?” Steve spoke up now that he knew he was listening. You threw a glance towards the boy and saw he was looking at you guys now.

“What?”

Steve smirked to himself before saying, “Close your eyes.”

Dustin furrowed his brows at that, not realizing the callback Steve was making until he leaned in to kiss you.

The kiss was sweet and full of love and god, his lips were so soft. You smiled against him briefly before returning the kiss with just as much passion.

“Oh, come on,” Dustin complained, likely averting his eyes.

“Leave them alone! This is a big moment,” Max defended you and Steve. You couldn’t help but laugh and the two of you pulled apart, both with smiles on your faces.

“I can’t believe the first time I got to kiss you was in front of,”—he gestured to the teens—“them."

"Me neither," you and Dustin replied at the same time.

#quin-ns writing #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington/reader #steve harrington/you #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair

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siempre-bucky · 1 year

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I don’t remember who I was before you with Coyote or Mickey, please!!

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

summary: Fanboy always thought he had to keep his interest a secret... till he met you.

wc: 751

a/n: I haven't written for mickey in so longI hope you like it

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Mickey learned from early on that no one gave a shit about his interests. He was an adult, he shouldn’t have liked comic book movies or sci-fi epics that provided him so much comfort as a kid. In high school, he got picked on for the Tie Fighter keychain on his backpack and teased when he talked about the newest comic book he read. In college, he felt like he could finally be himself, so on the first day he placed his Millennium Falcon figurine on his desk in his college dorm room but earned a scathing glance from his new roommate “Keep that kiddie shit locked away, man,” he told him.

He learned to be almost silent on dates, hiding away the things that he loved for the opportunity to be loved. Mickey went on a date once with a girl who wore a Star Trek shirt to their arcade date, and for once he felt like he could be himself. “I really loved the show from back in the day!” he rambled on and on about one of his favorite shows, and his smile never seemed to fade. Until he saw the grimace on the girl's face in the colorful lights of the arcade. The rant came to a stop and his bright smile faded. “D-do you have a favorite?”

“I’ve never seen it. I just liked the design of the shirt. I think all that nerdy shit is weird, to be honest,” she replied nonchalantly.

It was no surprise that the date was the first and last. But he learned to talk about other things like the weather and current events, shoving his true interests deep down inside his mind. He didn’t want to be labeled the loser in flight school so he made a vow to never let them know even if it meant dimming his light.

Mickey kept his head low while he was there, only talking when spoken to or when he felt like he could be included. “I like your keychain,” you complimented as you sat across from him in the cafeteria, his star wars keychain hanging from the keychain around his neck.

Fuck, he thought. He forgot to take it off after spending the weekend with his family. “Oh, it’s alright. It’s my sisters,” he deflected, but you could see the glint in his pretty brown eyes. You smiled knowingly and picked up your fork.

“Well,” you sighed, “she has really good taste.”

All he did was nod, perfect teeth biting down on his lower lip to prevent him from saying something stupid or something that would scare you off. “She does,” he said in between bites.

The way he acted amused you, just squirming in his seat and you instantly thought he was the cutest thing. “Jar Jar’s my favorite character,” you prodded, smirking.

Mickey’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “You’re wrong!” he gasped, pointing his finger. Hook, line, and sinker. You cocked your head and grinned in triumph as he went on an uncontrollable rant–not that you wanted him to stop.

“My name is Y/N,” you introduced, cutting him off.

“Mickey, Mickey Garcia.”

A few years passed, and you and Mickey climbed the ranks and created a little life together after your time at Top Gun. He sat out on your balcony, the ocean peeking through the surrounding tall buildings. “Are you coming back in?” you asked, sliding open the door, “Hangman’s threatening to take the Death Star set home with him.”

“I’ll hurt him,” he gasped, turning around and putting his arm around your waist, “he knows how long that took me to build.” You giggled and put your head on his shoulder, looking into the living room. There stood his friends, laughing and enjoying their time together in your little place filled with the thing you and Mickey loved.

A silence quickly fell at the thought of how he got so lucky? “You still with me?” you asked softly.

“Yeah, mi amor,” he sighed, kissing your forehead, “Jus’ thinking.”

“About?”

He swept his tongue along his lower lip before speaking, “I don’t—I don’t remember who I was before I met you,” he admitted, his fingers tapping against your waist. You do, he was quiet and almost shy, he wasn’t Fanboy. He wasn’t the real Mickey.

“Well,” you started, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and bringing him close, “I love this Mickey.”

He smiled and pecked your lips, “Good. I love you too, baby.”

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itgirlgyu · 11 months

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HONEY FOR MY HONEY! huening kai.

ຊ 'huening kai! x fem reader ᝰ GENRE! FLUFF, CRACK!

🎊. S_UMMARY! %🍓 your plans to surprise your boyfriend gets ruined because of two giant buffoons and their biggest vices!

WORD COUNT ﾉ 1637! 𔖭𔖮 warnings include + BEES! 𐬹 ۫ ۪ beomgyu a lying, useless partner in crime, soobin as a snitch, and huening being the best boyfriend ever! ꒷꒦

“Yeah but why am I being dragged into this mess?”

Beomgyu may not be right about a lot things; like his ludicrous bullheadedness about the weather being just fine even though the grumble of the darkened clouds could easily deafen anyone, or the the time he thought a dog, who visibly had a tag that said it would be dangerous to approach it, and beomgyu still marching right ahead to to pet the,"adorable puppy," as he called it, and nearly getting his ass bitten.

But this time, you're afraid that he just might be right.

"Because you were the only one available," you told him casually, albeit some roots of guilt that had started to sprout on your head, had already started to die down when you reasoned with yourself—I mean he was your friend, you could definitely expect a favor, or two from him.

Beomgyu put on the veil that was provided by the Bee Harvest you two were visiting to get your boyfriend's birthday present—and that completed his entire ensemble, mirroring yours.

You threw him a quick thumbs before twirling around to venture out into the wilderness—to risk your feeble, lovesick self to acquire the best gift for the love of your life.

"You know," Beomgyu began, his thought shortly interrupted by a pebble he had tripped over. After gathering himself up promptly, Beomgyu quickly dusted himself off with the help of some colorful string of curse words flying out of his dulcet lips, " You could literally dig a plushie out of a garbage can to give him, and Kai would still be happy."

Your eyes instinctively rolled to the back of your head as the frigid perceptive of love from your beloved friend, and current partner in crime, hit your ears. You were aware that Beomgyu was a well known hypocrite, so dwelling on every little word that comes out of his motormouth would be akin to putting your feet on an axe willingly.

"What's the point of complaining now?" you sighed, following the honey harvester who would teach you how to extract the honey yourself, " We're already here."

"And I want to give my honey real honey!" You turned back dramatically, finding Beomgyu standing a little distance from you, with his hands on his hips as though he was waiting for you to finish your grand speech on love.

"You done?" He inquired. Even if his expressions were shielded from you by the veil hat, the judgment that seeped out of his body language, and his words—well soaked in a bitter concoction of annoyance, and anger really coming through strongly.

"Yep!" You answer immediately, " But you came so—"

"Yeah or else Yeonjun Hyung said he'd kick me out of the lease," Beomgyu grumbled, stomping past you to follow the instructor to the destination.

"You're the best Beomgyu!" You cheered on from behind before skipping ahead to match the long strides he took in his fit of rage, and helplessness.

It only took half an hour.

Half an hour to realize that maybe Beomgyu was right; that he had a point. That Beomgyu too, could make two right points in a singular day— that being, what he would even do to help you?

The simple answer was a resounding nothing; in actuality he'd may even increase the workload for you, and for that you only have yourself to blame now as you sit beside the man who was in a feverish state after seeing the bees swarming the beehive, pressing a bottle of cold water to his dampen forehead to ease the fever he had developed out of fear.

"I swear I am brave," Beomgyu muttered under his breath, " I even ate bugs as a kid—"

"Yeah that's enough beomgyu," You swiftly put an end to his loony babbling before he could further embarrass himself in front of the beautiful lady who had helped you take him inside the workshop and had provided him with urgent care.

"Please don't mind my friend," You apologized on his stead, pressing the cold bottle to his lips, sealing it shut, "He's just squeamish about bugs," Beomgyu shoots a glare at you an instant, his neck audibly cracking at his rapid force. But you ignore his searing gaze in favor of mingling with the pretty lady in front of you.

The lady assured Beomgyu one last time that he wasn't the first one to get freaked out at the sight of all those bees together, and it's a completely normal reaction to have, before excusing herself to let him rest for a while, much to Beomgyu's dismay.

"You just hate me don't you?" Beomgyu shoots you a glare, "First bringing me here-"

"You were the only jobless one that could drive me here without raising any suspicion."

"And then making me look bad in front of that nice nurse!"

"I just spoke the truth!" You defended yourself, allowing yourself to lay back on the chair you had placed yourself in beside the single bed, " You did faint!"

"Couldn't you have made it sound cooler?!"

"And lie?"

"Precisely!" Beomgyu who had forgotten that he had gotten dizzy, and fell backwards on the ground hitting the back of his head pretty hard, had suddenly the determination of an olympian representing his country as he, with a lot of "ouchies" and winces in similar note, sat on on the bed facing kai's girlfriend, and currently his formidable foe.

"Lie about what?"

"Beomgyu not fainting at the sight of bees." You replied rapidly with a scoff prior to the tone of the voice registering in your head, and realizing who it belonged to.

You whipped your head around to see none other than your very own boyfriend—the one who you were hiding from as you planned to surprise him with the thoughtful organic gift—kai, while holding a basket full of strawberries.

"Kai?" You yelled in shock, but it came out more like a question as you narrowed your eyes behind your glasses trying to assess the possibility of your boyfriend being real, and not an entity of your subconscious appearing before you.

You also noticed a large figure of the man behind Kai,who was trying his best to appear invisible, and it all became all too real as the math started to make sense in your head, all of a sudden.

One plus two indeed meant that Soobin had failed to keep his big mouth shut, and snitched on you.

"Before you get mad I can explain," Soobin spluttered, emerging out of Kai's shadow. His hands flailed around as he tried to get you to listen to him before you start to berate him for something which he admits he had done; but Soobin swears he had a reason.

"Your reason is that was around here and so you wanted to ruin his girlfriend's surprise for him?"

Soobin winced—his nose scrunched up as he listened to you,the taste of his own actions appearing too bitter for him when you summarized it for him

"Well then Beomgyu texted me that he got injured."

"He was exaggerating," Kai laughed as he sat beside beomgyu, pinching the blanket between his index finger and thumb, reminding you of his attendance; it made your blood boil to have your sweet little surprise being trampled by two giant buffoons.

"And your surprise is still intact my love," Kai exclaimed, turning his body to look at you. His hands glided on the bed to approach yours, but you quickly hid them inside your crossed arms—eyes boring into his as you silently grilled him to come clean.

"I swear!" Kai lied once again, throwing his hands up in the air in his defense, "actually it's my surprise that got spoiled."

"Poor Kai," Soobin, the loose lipped traitor, sighed from the sideways.

He quickly shut himself up when you shot him the umpteenth number of glares, and excused himself to the bathroom, as you turned your attention to your boyfriend, and his apparent spoiled surprise.

"What surprise?" You inquired, your body still leaning away from his touch, as you situated yourself on the other side of the bed.

Beomgyu had his head hidden by the blanket, and refused to come out of it to even breathe right after Kai appeared with Soobin because of his weak, unsavory moment of helplessness when he was being treated by the woman of his dreams: Beomgyu's own words.

"Wait!" Kai's sparkled as he clapped his hands," That means you don't know!"

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling upwards in a distasteful scorn.

"I knew it, you were lying."

"Was not!" Kai exclaimed, his head swinging back as though he had just been accused of perjury, the opaque sparkles swimming in his waterline.

"I wanted you to surprise you with my hand picked strawberries!" He held up the straw basket, filled with delectable strawberries before your eyes, before setting it between the two of you.

"Really?" you asked, the distasteful anger in your heart simmering away little by little at his endearingly childish antics, "Why surprise me though?"

Your fingers finding themselves picking up a sweet looking strawberry, tearing it through your teeth as the dulcet juices of the fruit, mixed with your lover's effort touched the tip of your tongue.

"Because I love you."

"You knew didn't you? Soobin told you, didn't he?"

Kai pressed his lips on a thin line as a color mimicking the shade of the strawberries he had picked bloomed onto the apple of his cheeks, his hands brushing the back of his head, nodding meekly.

" I will kill him later," You said, picking up the basket and replacing it with yourself—inching closer to him and placing your chins on his chest, looking up at him.

"Right now let me bask in your cuteness."

author's note / low key a comeback?

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writingforcuteppl · 1 year

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Nothing’s Gonna Take You From My Side

PAIRING: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Umbrella!Reader

SUMMARY: After returning from the 60s, you weren’t the only ones surprised that Ben was alive; the Sparrow Academy was surprised you were active too.

GENRE: Fluff.

WARNINGS: Cursing, violence, mentions of death.

WORD COUNT: 6.4k words

“Holy shit,” you could hear whispers from not only your siblings but from these people that claimed to be the “Sparrow Academy.” You didn’t understand their shock in the first place. Of course, for you, seeing Ben alive after so many years was a shocker. The last time you saw him, all of you were 17 years old.

“Is that you?” You could see the shock on Luther’s face as he got closer to Ben.

He looked more mature, and of course, it didn’t look like YOUR Ben. He seemed more serious and mean. Ben couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He slowly made his way to you. The closer he got, the more you started to hold your breath. You have dreamed of this exact moment for years, to have Ben in front of you for at least one more time, even if you knew this wasn’t the Ben you knew. He stood just inches from you. You could see shock and confusion mixed with happiness. For a moment, he looked like your sweet and innocent Ben. The one you have loved for so many years. You could feel one tear roll down your cheek, which was whipped out by Ben. He left his hand on your cheek, stroking it. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and trying to enjoy the little contact he was providing you. This couldn’t be real right? This has to be a dream. You felt his hands holding your face, and you opened your eyes. He was admiring you as if he hadn’t seen you in so long. And you could tell because you were sure you were looking at him in the same way.

“How are you alive?” he whispered while hugging you. That took you by surprise. What was he talking about? He was the one who died, not you. You pulled away from the hug, even if you wanted to stay like that forever.

“What, what do you mean I’m alive? Ben, you’re the one that's dead, not me” You could see the same confusion on his face.

“She’s back, and she’s still as dumb as she was,” a girl on the balcony said.

“What did you just say about my sister?” You heard Diego say, taking out a knife. You looked back at him with a pleading face. If this escalated, things were going to end badly. “AND WHO ARE THE WEIRDOS ON THE BALCONY?” Diego spat out.

“Shut up Jayme!” Ben shouted at the girl. They may be siblings, but you could feel the venom coming out of Ben. The Sparrows started to go down the balcony. Everything was happening so fast that you almost forgot Reginald was still in the room.

“They are the Sparrows. My children.” Now, what the hell the old man was talking about?

“I’m sorry, what do you mean, your children? That’s not possible, old man.” Five told Reginald. Finding out they were the Sparrow Academy and Reginald’s “new children” was not what you expected to find out after returning from the past. Ben put one arm around you. You looked at him, but he was looking at the situation unfolding in front of you, entertained by your siblings' confusion.

“Of course it is! I think I’d know, wouldn’t I?” Anger was starting to bubble inside you. Reginald wasn’t the best father in the world, but saying that he had other children was too much, even for someone as cruel as him.

“Everybody can see Ben, right?” Klaus turned around, amazed by Ben.

“Cute hat, Sundance,” Ben said to him. You could hear the irony. Yeah, this wasn’t your Ben. You tried to free yourself from his grasp, but he was stronger than you. He wasn’t making it easy for you to pull away. He was grabbing you as if you could disappear at any minute.

“They call themselves the Umbrella Academy, a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned, they claim to be my spawn.” He had to be joking. You could see your siblings started to get angry at his words. All of this was just insane. You tried again to escape Ben’s hold, but it was useless.

“Stop it, darling. You’re not going anywhere. Not again,” he whispered in your ear. Something about the way he let out the pet name made you feel the whole damn zoo in your stomach.

“Claim? Look, Five, what the hell is going on” Allison was mad, and you didn’t only sense it, but you could see it.

“I don’t know yet, but it’s concerning.” Five looked at the Sparrow and noticed the way Ben was holding you.

“Is he telling the truth?” The guy next to Ben said.

“Not the part about us being perfidious,” Viktor answered him.

“No, we’re amateur-fidious, at best” You could see Klaus was trying so hard to ease the tension in the room.

“But we are his children. This is our house,” Viktor tried to explain to the Sparrows.

“Yeah, yeah. We, uh… We grew up here.” Luther stuttered. A guy from the Sparrows, who you could tell had been badly injured, mocked what he had just said. You rolled your eyes. And you thought there couldn’t be anyone as immature as your siblings.

“I kinda think we would have noticed you,” the other girl from the Sparrows answered. Luther stayed silent for a moment and introduced himself with the biggest smile you have seen in any of your siblings. You knew what he was doing.

“Really, Luther? Right now?” You said to him. You heard a chuckle coming out of Ben.

“Okay. None of you belong here” Allison was done with all of this situation, just like you. The past days have been nothing but trying to save the world not once but twice, and the only thing you wanted was to rest. Ben could see your tired expression. “Don’t worry. Once we finish with them, you can rest, darling” Ben kissed your forehead, and the action made you smile. You didn’t fully understand why he was being so polite and caring to you, but you didn’t want him to stop.

“Oh well, I guess we’ll just pack our bags and move out,” A girl with glasses said, and the cube that was next to her made noises. Now, what the hell was that? This just keeps getting more ridiculous.

“Oh, you slay me, Chris,” you heard Ben say next to you. You heard steps getting closer to where you were.

“I wasn’t expecting company” You turned your head to the voice. It was Mom. You somehow managed to get free from Ben’s hold. Getting closer to her. You felt Diego standing next to you. “This is the best I could do on short- short- notice.”

“Mom…” Diego said. It felt so comforting seeing her.

“Mom? She’s a robot, you perv,” The girl that called you dumb a moment ago, Jayme, blurted out.

“It’s not a robot” Diego was trying his best to remain calm. Out of your siblings, you and Diego were really close to Mom. Even if she wasn’t your real mom, you knew she was the closest to one.

“Hey, don’t you call him that,” Luther tried to defend Diego.

“Or what?” Ben asked.

“Why don’t you come closer and find out” Luther and Ben started to get closer to each other, with the full intention to start fighting.

“Luther!” You tried to get his attention.

“Luther! Guys, Chill!” Viktor tried to calm Ben and Luther, but of course, they didn't listen.

“Think I’m afraid?” Ben was ready to fight Luther at any moment. He stole a glance at you to see your reaction. You were unimpressed.

“Stand down, Ben” The guy next to bend extended his arm to prevent Ben from going forward to Luther.

“How about I hide that big Rubik’s Cube up your ass?” This was not going to end well. You saw how all your siblings were starting to get madder by the second. Even if everyone in the room seemed to be upset, you just couldn’t seem to move; having Ben so close to you after all this time was starting to affect you badly.

“ENOUGH!”

Jayme suddenly fired some kind of liquid out of her mouth. The substance landed on Diego’s left cheek. You could see how he was touching it, trying to understand what just landed on his cheek.

“I don’t know what circus you people escaped from or how you got past our security, but we’re done here. You got 30 seconds to get out of our house.”

“And what if we don’t?” Allison was ready to fight.

“Then we’ll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.”

“Agreed,” Luther said.

There was such a deadly silence in the room, the tension growing by the second. Your sight went to Diego, and he didn’t seem very well. It looked like he got sick in such a short amount of time. Something was on the substance Jayme threw at him. It looked like he completely disconnected from reality.

“Look, we just fought a literal army, okay? This doesn’t need to get ugly. Let’s all just calm down, and let’s talk” Finally, someone with a little sense and Viktor was right. This was just so stupid to fight over who’s Reginald’s children. If it was up to you… Well, you didn’t care.

“Psst. Ben-er-ino” Klaus seemed to be the happiest one in this situation. You knew how Klaus was able to see Ben even after his death, so you understood his happiness. “You look so much better alive than you do dead. Am I right? Except for that haircut.”

Ben was annoyed, and his face showed it. You took advantage of his annoyance to free yourself from him and made your way next to Diego.

“What the hell did you just say?” You were glad Ben was too distracted. You were pretty sure if it wasn’t for Klaus’ comment, his grasp would’ve tightened around your body.

“Come on come on, stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants” Klaus made his way so he could be standing in front of Ben. “Oh wow. Nice scar. Muy macho”

“Shut your mouth!” You could see the last hint of patience leave Ben’s body

“You shut your mouth and just hug your brother-” That was it. Ben punched Klaus in the face, and you felt your blood boiling out of anger. Klaus stumbled and tripped over the center table. You quickly made your way to him, wanting to make sure he was ok.

“Hey! What the hell?! You didn’t have to do that!” You heard Luther say.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I did!” everyone in the room started to bicker, but you couldn’t care less. Right now, you were just mad at Ben for hurting Klaus not only physically but emotionally too. You didn’t need Klaus to tell you that. Ben was his only real companion for so many years that the way this Ben reacted definitely hurt Klaus.

You felt someone’s pair of hands holding you by the waist, and when you least expected it, you saw Luther fly across the room, crashing down straight into Klaus.

“You ok?” Diego asked you.

“Yeah, don’t worry.” you turned your head to him flashing him a smile. You took a look at everyone in the room. And your eyes landed on how Reginald was just leaving the room, knowing well a fight was just going to start. Diego pulled you away from the center of the room. The guy that was next to Ben, the one that was standing in the middle, sprinted to the other side of the room, running and walking over the table and going straight to Klaus and Luther. This was going to get messier.

All of the Sparrows remaining except for Ben and that cube, stay in the living. As for the other ones, they start to follow Allison and Viktor.

Five went straight to Ben while you and Diego stayed in your place, waiting for the cube to get closer to you.

“Come at me, litter box!” Diego shouted and tried his best to keep his balance, but he was still trying to recover after the substance hit his skin. The cube, well, Christopher, made some noises. Surprisingly you did understand what he said, and Diego did too.

“Hey! Listen, I have amazing hair, all right? This was era-appropriate” Christopher didn’t care about what Diego was explaining since the stupid cube shot some kind of lightning toward Diego. “That’s all you got?”

“Not on my fucking watch” You wanted to get as close to the cube as possible, but you felt something tighten around your body. It was a tentacle.

Christoper started to chase Diego, and you saw where the tentacle was coming from. You were shocked but not surprised. What piqued your interest is that Ben was still fighting with Five but somehow managed to restrain you effortlessly. You started to punch the tentacle that was around your waist for it to let you go, but it was useless. It appears the tentacle had his own strength. Five was bitting the shit out of Ben, but the tentacle remained as strong. When you least expect it, another tentacle went and tangled around your arms, making you stay still without an opportunity to fight back.

Ben gets Five in a headlock, but luckily Five manages to blink to get away from Ben. Ben seemed slightly confused at Five’s actions.

“You’re alive. That’s… great. Or possibly horrible. I’m not really sure yet.”

“Is that some kind of weird smack talk?”

“It’s more of an existential problem, really, Ben. Now can you please let go of my sister?” Five looked at you, and he realized Ben managed to leave you still.

“Awesome. Well, here’s your next problem” Ben didn’t even wait for a second when a tentacle shot out of his body. Five disappeared again, teleporting to the balcony close to where you were.

“You know, even though you’re a total asshat now….” Five blinked and appeared behind Ben. He punched Ben in the face, knocking him out. “It’s nice to see you again, really” You felt the tentacles loosening around your body. Letting you fall on the balcony’s floor.

“Thanks, Five!” you shouted from the balcony.

“Well, maybe you want to use your powers, sis” Five smirked at his comment, knowing fully well your powers only worked outside since you were able to control only the weather.

“Oh look, now you’re a comedian,” you smiled at him. “Five, watch out” You saw how Christopher started to fly toward Five, but out of a sudden, Diego jumped onto the flying cube.

“Who’s your daddy? I’m your daddy! Who’s… your… daddy?” Five, and you only saw how Christopher started to go up to the rooftop with Diego and started to spin him around in an attempt to get Diego away from him. Christopher turned so fast that Diego flew away onto the left side of the balcony.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” You said under your breath. You made your way down the balcony and entered the living room; you were getting closer to Five when you felt two arms wrapped around your body.

“You’re not going away so easily, my darling,” Ben whispered. You could hear he was starting to get tired of all the fighting. Five disappeared from the living room. It was like your whole body stopped responding the moment you heard the nickname roll out of him. You don’t want to admit it, but he has power over you. Maybe it’s just weakness, or perhaps you just really missed him after all these years, but you were sure about something. You weren’t going to be able to fight against him. And the same happened to him. How can he fight the love of his life? Someone he also thought he had lost forever. He wasn’t going to let you go so easily. And he will make sure you never leave his side ever again. You were staring at Ben, having him so close… You were able to take a look at the scar he had on his left cheek. You want to ask what happened to him, but something interrupts you. Well, someone is actually shouting.

“See? We’re hugging! This is progress!” you turned your head to Klaus, noticing the giant tentacle around his body.

“Let him go, Ben,” you begged him.

“Ok,” you could see how Klaus fell to the floor with a loud thud. Ben was smirking.

“That’s not what I meant, asshole.”

“It was funny, you have to admit it, angel,” you wanted to answer back, but he kissed your forehead, making you forget everything the moment you felt his lips on you.

“Cat got you tongue?” You heard Ben chuckle.

“Shut up” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. Damn him, all so beautiful and perfect.

“See? Bigger isn’t always better,” One of the Sparrows spat out after punching Luther.

“Is that what you tell your girlfriends?” You asked him, making him look at you. Luther took this as an opportunity and attempted to kick him down, but he was faster and managed to avoid Luther’s kick by jumping, and then he kicked Luther in the face knocking him down.

“Thai food for dinner?” The Sparrow girl that’s wearing glasses asked.

“I could go for pad see ew,” Ben answered her question. It seemed like all this fight was so easy for them, as if they didn’t care about it. You were impressed, but at the same time, it hurt your pride. Your siblings were doing everything in their hands to at least fight for your home, and all of these people were acting as if none of it mattered as if you didn’t matter.

“I’m in. Marcus, Thai?”

“Why are you even asking him? He hates Thai” Ben was making your approach where Luther was.

“What? Since when?”

“Fine. Italian,” the girl in glasses asked.

“Absolutely not” You looked at Ben and then returned your sight to where Luther was being beaten by who you assumed was Marcus. How could they have such a trivial conversation while one of them was beating the shit out of your brother? That only helped you confirm something. They were good, and they knew it.

“We done here?” Marcus stepped on Luther’s chest.

“Nope,” you wanted to smile at Luther’s answer, but right now, you were more worried someone managed to knock Luther down. “I don’t run from a fight.”

“Yeah, that’s the wrong answer, dude.” The Sparrow guy next to Ben, that was all beaten up, said to him.

“Let him finish him off,” Ben interrupted him. You hit him in the chest.

“Come on, Luther,” you whispered to yourself. He cannot let some random guy treat him like a punching bag. You wanted so badly to help him. You knew if all of you were outside, all of them would have been thrown away by now. But unfortunately, you were inside, and Ben was keeping you from doing anything at all.

“Let’s end this” Marcus started to kick Luther in the chest repeatedly, the action making you flinch, and you turned your body to Ben so you could hug him. Ben slid one of his arms around your body. You know it was wrong, but you just needed his comfort right now. You were pretty sure you heard some bones being broken, and you were trying so hard to not start crying right now. You listened to a rumble of thunder in the distance, meaning that if you didn’t calm down and started to collect yourself, a thunderstorm would get closer anytime soon. So you decided to pay attention to Ben’s heartbeat. It was calm. Not a single glimpse of being agitated or excited. It was as if you were the one who made his heartbeat stay peaceful.

“Stay down!” Marcus yelled at Luther.

“Luther!” You heard Viktor scream from the balcony.

“Viktor!” Luther groaned. You heard someone speak to Viktor, making you turn your head to where the voices were coming from. One of the Sparrow girls made Viktor levitate to the center of the living room.

“Guys, go! Get out!” Luther took your arm, pulling you towards him, taking advantage of Ben’s confusion. The two of you managed to get out through a secret door in the living room, running as fast as you could. A part of you was worried about Ben. If he didn’t get out of that place, Viktor was going to hurt him badly. But you knew you shouldn’t feel that way. Not after the way he treated your siblings. Even if he looked like your Ben, he wasn’t that Ben. So you knew you needed to focus on that. If you didn’t do it, not only were you going to get hurt, but your siblings would be too, and that’s the last thing you wanted.

You and Luther managed your way out of the secret passage. You could see Luther was trying to walk like he usually does. The previous fight made all the bones in his body move from the place they were supposed to be, his joints cracking when suddenly he turned around and punched the girl that made Viktor levitate not so long ago.

“Oh shit!” Luther exclaimed. “Hey, I’m sorry. Uh, are you okay?” Luther squatted down so he could help the girl.

“Yeah,” you could see Luther was actually worried for her, and it warmed your heart. “Hi,” she said to the two of you. “I’m Sloane” Luther smiled at her.

“Hey, Sloane. Uh... I’m Luther, and this is my sister Y/n” You waved at her and offered her a sympathetic smile. She seemed nice. Even nicer than her siblings

“Luther! Y/n! We’re leaving! Come on!” Five shouted at you and grabbed your hand for you to follow him.

“Just a second” Luther tried to continue speaking, but Allison just grabbed Luther for him to start moving.

“Come on! We gotta go!” Allison said, hustling Luther away in the process.

You were arriving at the end of the hallway when you saw the girl with glasses materializing some ravens from her back for them to start following the four of you.

“Seriously?” Luther baffled.

“Move, move, move, move!” The four of you started to run again as fast as you could, trying to get away from the birds as if your life depended on it

“The briefcase!” Five shouted.

“What?” You asked him, but Five blinked away before he could even listen to you.

“No time!” Allison tried to stop him to no avail.

“I hate that he can do that.”

“Go! Shut it!” Allison commanded. The three of you managed to enter a new room closing the door behind you. You could hear the ravens screeching from the other side of the door.

“That was close,” you panted out, trying to calm down your breathing. When you least expect it, the ravens started to peck the door with their beaks.

“Oh shit!”

“What do we do?” Allison was starting to get worried. You looked around the room and saw a window.

“Come! We have to jump,” you instructed them to follow you. You open the window in a swift move, making the air move around you and your siblings, helping you to get out of the window without having to jump from the first floor. When the three of you were on the floor, you started running as fast as possible. You didn’t know where, but you just wanted to get as far from that house as soon as possible.

All of your siblings except for Viktor managed their way to a park that was near the academy. All of them looked like shit. Out of the 6 of you, you were the one who was only agitated by the previous events. You knew the reason for you not being as beaten as them was because Ben made sure you didn’t get hurt, preventing you from actually fighting. You were mad and disappointed in yourself. You should have been able to at least help them during the fights, but the fact that your powers do not work indoors made it more complicated. You felt so useless, all of them were able to fight back and use their powers to their advantage, but you, you weren’t even able to free yourself from Ben’s tentacles. Your mind started to go around in circles, and your heartbeat was beginning to pick up its pace that you overlooked when the sky was starting to get cloudy while thunders and lightning could be seen and heard from the distance.

“Y/n” Five tried to get your attention. He could see your anger, and he was pretty sure the cloudiness was because of you “Hey, it’s okay, we’re fine” You felt his hand touching your arm, trying to calm you down, and it worked. He gave you a quick smile, and you smiled back at him. You slowly calmed down, making the clouds go away.

“Just gonna sit. I’m just gonna sit for a minute,” Luther groaned as he was sitting down on the park bench.

“That didn’t go well.”

“No, not our best work,” Five answered Diego.

“Oh, I’m cracking” You could see and hear the way Klaus’ body moved and cracked, making you shiver.

“You alright?” You asked Luther. After the beating Marcus gave him, you were worried for him.

“I don’t know yet.” Luther sighed. “I’ve just never had my ass handed to me like that before. It’s like… Here you go, it’s your ass,” Luther mimicked, giving you something to show his point, which only made you laugh. Allison was looking at him as if something wrong happened to him.

“Okay, I think Luther’s concussed.”

“Luther, how many fingers?” Klaus asked him, and Luther looked baffled.

“Oh my god, Viktor” Before someone could answer him, Allison pointed at him.

“Oh, thank god you’re alive,” Viktor said from afar.

“You okay?” Allison asked him

“Apparently, so is Ben,” Klaus said cautiously, looking at you, trying to not get a reaction from you. Trying to get your mind away from Ben. You stay motionless.

“Yeah. And he’s a complete dickhead” You nodded at her comment.

“They’re all dickheads” you hear Diego say.

“Dickheads who can fight” Luther was right. They were able to defeat the 6 of you like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Okay, the next person to say dickhead is getting a punch to the throat.”

“Dickhead” All of you said in unison.

“Hey, did Dad tell you why he was calling them his kids?” Diego asked Klaus, and for the first time since you arrived at the park, you started to pay attention to the conversation.

“He sure did!” Klaus laughed. “You ready? Dad was so repulsed by us back in Texas that he adopted an entirely different group of children just so that he didn’t have to raise us” That piece of shit! Talking about your attitude as if he wasn’t the reason why you turned out like that in the first place.

“That’s just peak, Dad,” Diego said

“Isn’t it?”

“So he just didn’t want us anymore?” Viktor asked. A hint of disappointment could be heard.

“Did he ever?” Allison blurted out. She’s right. Reginald never really cared for the 8 of you. You always asked yourself why he even bothered to adopt all of you in the first place if he wasn’t going to at least treat you with civility.

“See? I told you we shouldn’t have asked him for help in ’63”

“I think you’re all missing the big picture here. If Dad didn’t adopt us as kids, he changed the timeline,” Five started to explain to you. “So, who knows what else is different now.”

“Shouldn’t you know?” Allison asked Five.

“Sorry, Allison, but it might take me over 20 minutes and a traumatic brain injury to figure this out. Is that okay with you?”

“No, actually, it’s not”

In an attempt to calm everyone, Viktor spoke, “Guys, look, it’s fine. We still have the Commission’s briefcase, so worst case, we can just go back in time and fix it.

“Great!”

“Okay. There are two problems with that statement. First off…” Five started explaining

“Here we go.” You looked at Five, knowing well you were about to be told by him how dumb of a statement that was

“Time travel is complicated, people.”

“Yeah, we get it. Your job is so hard, so what?” Diego tried his best to remain calm.

“And secondly…” Five made a pause. That’s not a good sign. “I no longer have the briefcase.” Everyone was shocked at his comment. How could he lose it? He was always so careful and made sure to never leave the briefcase alone.

“Five. Where the hell is the briefcase?” Five didn’t answer. At the lack of response, one by one started to get up, knowing something had to be done to get the briefcase back.

Diego came closer to you. Your silence was starting to make him feel uneasy. He put an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“How do you feel? I can hear how your brain has been thinking since we arrived at the park” he always managed to get a smile out of you no matter what situation you were in, and this time wasn’t the exception. You sighed.

“I don’t know. I feel angry at myself. I wasn’t able to help you guys back there. It was like I just was someone useless. And then the Ben situation… You saw him, he’s more than alive, and, god, it felt so good being close to him again, but he’s just a jerk that I want to punch in the face, but I can’t do it since, well, it’s Ben. And not only that, but you saw how those dickheads looked at me. It was just as we were looking at Ben. As if they knew me from before but were gone a long time ago. It made me feel uneasy.” Diego made you stop walking and gave you a tight hug, and, of course, you hugged him back. “And don’t even get me started with this Sparrow Academy thing. The fucking balls that old man has,” Diego chuckled. “Not only he makes our childhood the worst one, but he just discarded us like we were trash. I swear to god…” The weather around you started to change. The wind began to howl. You wanted to show that old man who he messed with that you didn’t even notice you were starting to get angrier by the second.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, little tornado. You are going to blow us away if you don’t calm down” You turned your head to Diego, and the wind you created messed up his long hair.

“Oops..?” The two of you started to pick up the pace, your other 5 siblings were already walking, not sure where, but you just followed them without any question.

“What are we doing?” Allison asked.

“Ruminating,” Five answered her.

“Why is everyone staring at us?” every person that was walking by or was just hanging around in the park gave the 6 of you nasty looks.

“Because we look like the damn Village People just lost a fight” Diego took Klaus’ hat off him, trying to make him look as normal as Klaus could look.

“Gimme that. Hey!” Kalus attempted to get his hat back from Diego. “Ow!” but of course, Diego was stronger than him.

“You know what? I need to go find Claire. I will catch up with you guys later” Something made you go into alert mode. If the timeline changed… Would everything you left before going back in time still be in this timeline? Ben was just an example. He was back… Well kinda.

“Guys cut it out” Five “attempted” to stop Klaus and Diego.

Allison started to walk away from you. You began to follow her until someone familiar caught your eye. Across the big body of water in the middle of the park was Ben standing just looking at you. He was wearing different clothes, more usual compared to his Sparrow uniform, and he also was wearing a cap and some sunglasses. He shot a smile at you, and you could feel your heart beating in your ears. You stopped hearing whatever conversation your siblings were having. It was like only the two of you were in that park.

“What makes you think they are coming after us?” you heard Viktor said

“Because I would” Diego looked at you.

“Yeah, we did break into their house…Bust up all their nice antiques and shit.”

“Our house” You stopped paying attention. Ben moved his head, trying to show you where he was going so you could follow him.

“And well, there’s also Ben” Everyone stayed in silence after Five’s comment, and you felt everyone’s eyes on you.

“What?”

“Well, let’s be honest, Y/n, we saw how you acted back there. And we also saw how Ben acted….”

“That means nothing. He’s not our Ben, so stop it with the judgy looks” You didn’t want to admit how bad Ben was affecting you.

“Can you just not mention the thing about him, please?

“Yeah. I don’t think the crime-fighting super nerds are gonna let that go.”

“Let’s just think of someplace off the radar where we can lie low and not draw attention?”

“What kind of a weird-ass place are we not gonna draw attention to?” everyone looked at Klaus. If someone knew of a sketchy place, that was Klaus.

“You know what? I’ll meet you there, okay?”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Five questioned you. “Besides, you don’t even know where he’s taking us.”

“Oh, believe me, I know where we’re going. I just need… you know… fresh air,” you started to walk, remembering where Ben was walking to a few moments ago.

“Oh yeah, because being at a park means there’s no fresh air,” you heard Luther, but you decided to just ignore him.

You realize you didn’t know what you were going to say to him. You were pretty sure if you were able to understand he wasn’t the Ben you knew, he understood you weren’t the Y/n he knew.

“Hi,” Ben said when you were close enough to listen to him.

“Hi,” you sighed. You needed to collect yourself and stay focused.

“It’s really you Y/n” “Ben went for a hug. You enjoyed having him this close.

“Ben, I’m….” You tried to free yourself from his hug, but he was stronger than you.

“I know. Just let me enjoy this, please” Ben begged for you to stay just a bit more time in his embrace. He slowly pulled away from you. Ben removed his hat and glasses, and you finally saw his face in detail for the first time. He looked so gorgeous.

“Wanna talk?” Ben grabbed your hand, and you felt a shiver roll down your spine.

“Sure,” he guided you to a free bench in the park. The two of you sat down.

“I’m gonna start. Is that ok with you?” you only nodded. “I was shocked to see you back there. For a moment, I actually believed my Y/n was alive. And well, the way you looked at me… I’m sorry if it took you by surprise.”

“It’s okay. Well, I was also shocked to see you. The last time I saw my Ben alive was when I was 17 years old, so I understand the feeling.” you gave him a reassuring smile, and he mimicked you. You stayed like that for some minutes. Holding his hand, listening to the air go through the leaves of the trees. Enjoying every moment of it.

“I don’t… I can’t lose you again, Y/n,” Ben finally said. “You don’t understand how much I’ve missed you. How I wish I could go back in time and hold you just one more time. And know that I have you right in front of me. I will never let you go. Nothing’s gonna take you from my side, not again.”

“What makes you think I’m just like your Y/n? What if I’m just completely different from her? I mean, just look at you. You are so different from my Ben,” Ben sent a questioning look at you. At his lack of response, you continued. “Well, for instance, don’t take it the wrong way, but you seem conceited. Like, that’s cool, but you just want to show off. Prove that you’re the best-”

“I am the best.”

“See? My Ben wasn’t like that. He was sweet and polite. Someone so caring. He didn't like the attention at all...” You felt a tear roll down your cheek, and Ben swiped it away.

“Well, you’re right. I am different from him….”

“Exactly. Look, I love having you here in front of me. But just as you lost someone, I did too. And to be honest, I don’t think I will be able to lose you again. I cannot go through that again, Ben. So I will ask again. What if I’m not like the Y/n you knew?”

“Well, you are as beautiful as she was. That’s good.” you laughed. “Yeah, maybe she was a little tougher. You seem like a really sweet person. And judging by today’s events, you also have the same power as her. Weather manipulation.”

“How…”

“My Y/n wasn’t able to manipulate the weather indoors. And well, you weren’t able to do much today. And, of course, I also didn’t let you fight.”

“Yeah, what was all that about?”

“As I said. I won’t lose you again. I will do everything in my hands to keep you by my side. Even if that means fighting your stupid siblings again.”

“Hey!” you hit him in the arm jokingly.

“I’m serious” Ben started to approach you slowly. He lay his hand on your left cheek, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I never stopped loving you, my darling, and I will make sure no one gets in our way. Not again.” you sighed and closed your eyes. His touch on your skin felt good. You felt Ben’s lips on yours, giving you a short but sweet kiss. “Please, don’t leave me, please.” Ben rested his forehead on yours. You opened your eyes and looked right directly into his beautiful, brown eyes, and that’s when you knew… You will never leave his side ever again.

n a v i g a t I o n

#ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves fluff #ben hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fluff #tua #tua fluff #the umbrella academy imagines

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starryeyedadmirer · 6 months

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Kit and Joe sat together, their bodies intertwined atop the mattress. The warm evening sunlight illuminated their faces through the open window as they held onto one another, finding solace in their young love. Kit had his arms securely wrapped around Joe’s body, resting his hands gently on his tummy. They were completely lost in the moment, unaware of anything other than themselves. Joe’s dog barking up a storm downstairs, the smell of freshly-baked pizza floating throughout the upper floors of the house, the dark hallway just outside of his open bedroom door… none of it existed anymore.

As the sheets rustled underneath them, Joe broke the blissful silence. "Kit.” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Kit tightened his embrace, sensing the seriousness in Joe's tone. "What is it, love?" he asked, concern etched across his face.

Joe hesitated for a moment, before continuing. "I don't know how to say this, but... I think… I might be pregnant."

Kit's eyes widened, as a mix of surprise and uncertainty washed over his face. They were both still so young, and neither of them had thought about starting a family before. Getting safely through a pregnancy, and taking care of a baby would be no easy task… but, as long as he had Joe, Kit knew that they would be able to work things out. As the reality settled in, his initial shock transformed into a radiant smile. He tenderly took Joe's hands into his own, his touch providing a sense of comfort for both of them. "Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I took a test a few days ago, and it showed positive… so I took another one. Positive.”

Kit could feel the shame radiating from Joe. Though he couldn’t fathom what it felt like to be in his position, he knew that — as the baby’s father — he would be with Joe every step of the way, no matter what. “That’s— wow! I don’t know what to say. Have you told anyone yet? Your mum?”

“No. Nobody.”

“Okay. That’s fine. We'll figure it out together, alright. We'll be okay… I know it.”

Joe gazed intently into Kit's eyes — a flicker of hope crossing his face. "Do you really think so?"

Kit nodded confidently, his voice filled with unwavering support. "Yes, I do. We have each other, and that's the most important thing. How do you feel?"

“I— I don’t know. I just… need time to think. Hold me tighter. Please.”

#starry eyes #joe locke #joe locke mpreg #kit connor #✨I’m feeling so soft rn🥺

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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make them requests 8

Fav author of mine, hello once again.

I would like to humbly request a shinobu x she/her reader, mafia (AU).The reader is an assassin that works for about anyone if they have the requirements<friends w shin>.(💵) Shinobu is against douma's gang because he killed Kanae. But douma wants to hire an assassin to kill shin ,so he turns to the reader but having work with her and knowing the reason she is after douma–not me hating his guts– so she declines. the bastard asked around and found some trustworthy sources that told him about the relationship between his enemy and the interesting assassin.

So in order to make both of the people he's after suffer, he kidnaps shinobu and sends a vid/photo /calls the reader to let her know what he will do to her if she doesn't come.And she goes to save her.

I shall leave the rest to your capable hands.

No Loose Ends

Shinobu Kochou x She/ Her Reader Modern AU

A/N: These two were similar so I combined them. Hope that was fine! I had fun writing this one. Sometimes I get a little discouraged because I don’t see any improvements in my overall writing ability but I feel like I can say pretty confidently that this turned out better than the original assassin fic I wrote so I hope you guys like it too! I’m not well versed in mafia knowledge or writing decent fight scenes, but I did my best. Hope y’all like it! ~~~ = the past. Warnings: Profanity, very brief mention of sexual activity, guns and murder, quite a bit of murder. Word Count: 8,239

“Took you long enough,” Shinobu teased from where she laid sprawled out upon the couch, a laptop resting on her stomach as she typed.

(Y/n) was sure if the other leaders within their circle knew that this was how their boss conducted her business in the privacy of her own home, they would probably throw a fit at how unprofessional she looked at that moment.

“Ew, don’t you dare track any blood and guts on that rug, I just bought that.” She added when she took a moment to look over the edge of her screen.

“Maybe if your buddy Tomioka could have provided me with a little more info, I would have been back earlier and a lot less messy than I am right now.” (Y/n) huffed, removing what she could of her blood soaked clothes in the entryway.

“I could use some help here.”

Shinobu rolled her eyes and put her laptop on the coffee table. She sat up and stretched, but made no move to actually stand.

“Just leave them on the tiles, I’ll call someone to dispose of them properly. As for Tomioka, I’ll tack an extra five grand to his bill. Does that seem fair?”

(Y/n) pretended to mull it over before nodding, a smirky kind of smile tugged at her lips at the thought of a bigger pay day.

“Yeah, that seems fair for my pain and suffering.”

“Good. Now go clean up so we can decide what to order for dinner. It’s late enough as it is, we’ll be lucky if anything good is still open.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try to be quick.” (Y/n) tip-toed as fast as she could to the luxurious bathroom, happy to see that Shinobu seemed to have filled the tub in anticipation of her late arrival.

“Anything in particular you hope is open?” Shinobu called from the couch as (Y/n) finished undressing.

“You know what I like. I’ll be fine with whatever place you want.” (Y/n) called back.

“Okay!”

It was still kind of surreal to (Y/n) how she had ended up here. When she was younger, she had been living alone on the streets and reached a point where she decided she was through waiting for help that would never come. She decided she would start helping herself.

~~~

The first time she killed was when she had been followed down an alley by a tall, foreboding man. He pulled a knife on her, but she pulled hers quicker, slicing and stabbing until he slid to the ground.

Her heartbeat raced watching him choke on his own blood, but she was surprised not to feel any regret or panic at what she had done. It was no accident, she made sure no one saw them enter that alley, she planned to kill him if he tried to attack her, but she didn’t expect to feel as eerily calm as she did.

She took his cash, easily sellable items that weren’t personalized, made sure that there was nothing around tying her to the scene and then stealthily left the alley with what she estimated to be about eight hundred dollars.

She doesn’t remember the man’s face, but she does remember that her belly was full for the first time in months and she slept in a room where the door could lock and had an actual bed free of mites.

She was careful, but it didn’t take long before people came sniffing around. People on the streets talked, and if you suddenly had yourself a decent apartment and a little money to spare, they were going to find out why sooner or later. Fortunately, that only seemed to grant (Y/n) more opportunities.

She liked to call herself a freelancer in polite company. It wasn’t a lie, but people typically pictured journalism or photography when she said that, not an assassin for hire.

The life she had then was a far cry from what she knew as a young teenager. She had a business. Whether one would call it respectable or not was up for debate, but the money was good and a valid job never went unfinished.

It was through her work that she had first met Shinobu. The freshly appointed leader of her gang after the murder of her sister at the hands of a rival group. A cult of all things. (Y/n) recalled it had been raining.

“You’re the assassin.” Shinobu stated it as a matter of fact as she matched (Y/n)’s strides, marching beside her in the flooded sidewalk.

“And if you know that much, then you know the rules.” (Y/n) had quipped, not even glancing at Shinobu as she walked on. “You stop at one of my designated spots, leave your info and I contact you. Got it?”

“I don’t have time for that.” Shinobu persisted. “I need to make him pay, now.”

“Well I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I have a system and not even you are special enough to override that. You want my help, you follow the rules.”

Shinobu growled and turned abruptly in front of (Y/n), blocking her path.

“I am the leader of the Kochou Clan, and you will listen to me or you will be very sorry!”

“Ah, you mean that Robin Hood group that steals from the rich to give to the poor? I find that rather hard to believe, threatening me like this. Doesn’t sound like something leader of a respectable group like that would say at all.” (Y/n) taunted.

“And why would you come here yourself if you truly are in such an important position? Why come here at all, even? You should have really had an underling come in your stead. Not very smart, nor safe.” She tisked. She tried to sidestep Shinobu, but she blocked her path again, fire burning in her eyes.

“Kanae, my sister, the last of my blood related family after our parents were killed in a car crash, the kindest person to ever walk the face of this shitty planet, was just slaughtered in cold blood. I’m not going to sit back and trust that it will all just work out. I—“ Shinobu shuddered under the cold rain, “—I can pay. I will pay you, give you anything you want I—“

“Alright just keep your voice down.” (Y/n) sighed and took off her heavy rain coat, throwing it over Shinobu’s head. “You’re freezing, we’ll talk inside.”

This was why (Y/n) had a system. So pretty girls didn’t come up to her close to tears on the sidewalk where just anyone could overhear and now she had brought her up to her apartment so now she knows where she lives. She may be an assassin, but she was not heartless. That was her weakness.

They talked until well into the morning. Shinobu gave (Y/n) all the information she had and they negotiated the terms of their contract. (Y/n) had to school her expression to one of neutrality when she heard Shinobu was willing to give her half a million dollars up front and another half a million upon completing the job. There was no back and forth counter offers, that was just her first unprompted offer.

“That’s a lot of money.” (Y/n) stated the obvious, mostly because she was stunned into silence otherwise. It was all she could bring herself to say.

“For justice for my sister, it is nothing.” Shinobu replied.

(Y/n) rubbed tiredly at her face. She couldn’t believe she was going to say what she would next.

“I’m not taking a million dollars.”

Shinobu opened her mouth, to either cuss her out or raise the offer, (Y/n) didn’t wait to listen.

“I am not taking a million dollars because that’s insane. You use that money to help people. Your people do good things with that money and I’ve seen lives turned around since you guys started up. This bastard that killed your sister,” (Y/n) could really not believe what she was saying right now,

“I’ll kill him for free.”

Shinobu was insulted and refused at first, but in the end (Y/n) had convinced her that it would be a shame to have Kanae’s hard work wasted on an already well off assassin. That money had to go to people who really needed it.

Instead, Shinobu promised to give her no shortage of jobs. As pure as her gang’s intentions were, their means were very much not. She had many connections that could benefit from the help of an assassin. They shook on it and the deal had been struck.

It took about three months to find the man that had gunned down Kanae, and (Y/n) recognized him. A competitor in her line of business. She could have simply killed him. All Shinobu wanted was the head of her sister’s killer, but this man wasn’t the one who wanted her dead, he had simply pulled the trigger.

She tortured him until he squealed the name of the man who called for the hit.

“Douma!” He cried, “It was Douma of the Eternal Paradise Cult! I don’t know what else to tell you! He’s never even let me see his face!”

Douma, (Y/n) had heard of him. He was a very illusive man, however. Even if he wanted to meet with someone, the hoops he’d make them jump through were no joke. He was careful, calculated, and apparently wanted the whole Kochou Clan destroyed if the little wrinkled and outdated photo of Shinobu she found in the other assassin’s pocket was anything to go by.

She put the unfortunate conduit of Douma’s demands out of his misery and took his head back to Shinobu, telling her all that she could.

Shinobu sat stone-faced as she absorbed the information. She nodded robotically when (Y/n) asked her if she was okay. She had known that someone wanted her dead, but having it all laid out before her, to have a name, it was a lot.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” (Y/n) shook her head. “The job isn’t complete.”

“You killed the man who killed my sister. That was all I asked of you.” Shinobu reminded.

“He was only doing the job he had been given. Douma is the one who wanted Kanae dead. I don’t like loose ends and…”

And… (Y/n) had grown far too attached. Douma would find out that his hired gun was dead and he’d search for another. Shinobu’s life would be in jeopardy until Douma was dead.

(Y/n) hadn’t expected Shinobu to rush in to kiss her in that moment she paused, but she did. And (Y/n) certainly wasn’t stopping her. Maybe it was adrenaline from earlier, maybe all that teasing and flirting over the past three months had been leading up to this, but it seemed to mean more to Shinobu than just a way to forget about Douma’s plan for her.

(Y/n) knew she was in trouble the moment Shinobu came to her in the rain. Even then as she eagerly kissed Shinobu back and let herself be pushed into the gang leader’s bedroom, alarm bells sounded in her head as she broke all the rules she had so carefully placed for herself.

Don’t stray from the system.

Don’t form attachments with clients.

Certainly don’t sleep with clients.

And never ever ever fall in love.

~~~

Yeah, I’m in much too deep. (Y/n) thought to herself as she scrubbed, watching the water turn pink around her.

That had been over three years now, they had become lovers, moved in together, just decided to get engaged last week… it would have seemed like a happy ending if not for the dark cloud that still hung over their heads.

Still not a single helpful lead to find Douma after years of searching. In that time, (Y/n) had stopped eleven other attempts on Shinobu’s life. All the information she gleaned from the assassins completely contradicted each other, leaving Douma virtually untraceable. He definitely knew someone was trying to find him through these hired guns.

Some people had systems and knew how to stick to them it would seem, she thought bitterly.

Once she was clean, she drained and rinsed out the tub and put on some comfy clothes. She flopped onto the couch beside Shinobu and kissed her cheek.

Shinobu hummed, looking up from her phone’s food tracking app to appraise (Y/n)’s blood-free appearance.

“For as attractive as it is to see you splattered with the blood of our enemies, this is much better,” She kissed the assassin softly, “welcome home.”

“Happy to be home.” (Y/n) smiled wrapping her arms around Shinobu’s waist.

***

(Y/n) woke in the early afternoon, happy to see that Shinobu was still dozing beside her. She traced the colorful tattoos along Shinobu’s back with her eyes. An array of butterflies, dragonflies and flowers. Her gaze lingered on the largest butterfly that rested high against Shinobu’s shoulder blade. She had gotten that one done for Kanae. It was frustrating to think that they were no closer to avenging her death.

“I can feel you staring.” Shinobu grumbled, she took a deep breath as she flipped over. Her eyes remained closed as she tried to hold onto sleep, she slung her arm behind the assassin’s back, running her fingers up and down its length.

“Sleep another hour at least.”

“I’m supposed to meet a potential client at four.” (Y/n) reminded.

Shinobu hooked a leg around over (Y/n)’s hip to illustrate how much she disliked the reminder.

“I need to get ready,” she kissed the top of Shinobu’s head, “The sooner I’m done, the sooner I get back.”

“Fine.” Shinobu sighed and slipped her limbs off of (Y/n)’s body, cracking an eye open to watch her fiancée (Fiancée! She was still getting used to the word.) slip out of the bed.

(Y/n) hovered over her and gave her a quick kiss before pulling back.

“I love you, I’ll be back soon.”

“Love you too.” Shinobu mumbled through a sleepy smile. She buried her head into (Y/n)’s pillow and went back to sleep.

(Y/n) looked down at her adoringly for a moment more before getting ready for her meeting clear across the city.

***

(Y/n) went to sit at the chosen park bench overlooking the pond, and waited. If the client didn’t make an approach in another ten minutes, the window would close and she could leave, but a girl with long white hair came to sit beside her only a couple minutes later.

“What’s the job?” (Y/n) asked.

“My boss is particular. He’ll want to see you himself before he commits to your services.”

“Then he should have come.” (Y/n) shrugged.

Never let a stranger take you to a second location. That was just a general rule everyone should follow.

The girl reached into her pocket and (Y/n) pinned her wrist.

“Do not start pulling out cash here.” She warned.

“Listen, if my boss doesn’t get to talk to you, it’s my head on the line. You can search me, the car, hold a gun to my head on the way there, I don’t care. Just come.”

“Now I know it’s not that simple. If your boss won’t come here himself, he’s not going to like me knowing where he lives.”

“The location is off the grid. Even he’s never been there before.”

(Y/n) leaned against the bench and blew out a heavy sigh. This situation had bad idea written all over it. Yet something was telling her to go, and not just her conscious feeling bad for the girl playing messenger. She mentally apologized to Shinobu. This would probably take longer than she had previously estimated.

“What do I call you?”

“Call Me Daki.”

“Alright Daki, let’s get this over with.”

(Y/n) couldn’t believe she was doing this. She followed Daki to her car, noting the crisp license plates and fresh paint job. Whoever Daki’s boss was, was dangerously cunning and did not cut corners.

She’d need to be thinking three steps ahead or more with a guy like that. Curse her gut, she should have just listened to her brain.

Daki drove out of the city and into the mountains. That drive alone took three hours. Then she turned onto a gravel road and went on that for another half hour before stopping at a scenic outlook that looked like it stopped being maintained a decade ago. She parked next to the only other car in the lot. The only other car they had seen since they turned onto the gravel road.

“Get out.” Daki said, unbuckling her seatbelt and stepping out of the driver seat.

(Y/n) did, and found two men waiting on her side to pat her down and she tensed. She heard a laugh a ways off behind her.

“Don’t worry, you can keep your weapons. It’s just a formality, really.”

Against her better judgment, she listened to the man and allowed herself to be pat down. The men looked over her head shaking their heads at whoever was behind her.

“Aw, really? No phone?” The voice was closer now. “Why not?”

“Phones are traceable, personal.” (Y/n) replied simply, schooling her expression, she did not turn to face the man.

“Aren’t you smart. You haven’t even turned to face me yet. Afraid I won’t let you leave alive otherwise?”

“After all the effort you went through to get me out in the middle of nowhere? I’m considering it a possibility.”

The man giggled.

“You, I like you.”

A large, well manicured hand rested on (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“Seems like my sources are right, you are the real deal, and the real deal is what I need. Come now, turn for me, I want to see the face of the best assassin in the city, maybe even the country. I could never imagine killing such a fascinating human being.”

(Y/n) didn’t need to decide if she should turn, the man did it for her with surprising strength. She was met with vibrant eyes the color of rainbows, long hair so blonde it was more apt to call it white, but it seemed natural compared to Daki’s.

“Breathtaking,” the man crooned, “come sit, we have much to discuss.”

It was almost comical really, sitting down at a card thin folding table and a couple of camping chairs to discuss killing someone.

“Bring the cases, would you boys?”

The men that had frisked (Y/n) placed two hefty looking suitcases onto the table. Quite frankly, she was surprised the table hadn’t folded under their combined weight.

The men opened them with a motion from their boss and (Y/n) had to stop her eyebrows from noticeably shooting upward.

“Two million dollars.” The man boasted. “You may count it if you’d like.”

“I’m good. You haven’t even told me what the job is yet.”

“Ah, look at me jumping ahead! Of course, of course. I have to say you have me nervous. Looking at all this money without batting an eye… does ten million sound more appealing? Boys, pop the trunk.”

“That won’t be necessary. Target and specifications of how you want the job done first. Monetary negations last. That is, if we get that far.”

“So mean.”

The man pouted, though (Y/n) didn’t buy it for a second. For as expressive and eccentric as the man appeared to act, it all seemed to be… well, an act.

“I’ll weasel into your heart yet, my lady. Five million up front, five million after the deed is done. All you have to do, is kill this girl. Now, the photo is outdated unfortunately, she’s probably in her twenties by now…”

It took everything (Y/n) had to keep an impassive expression. She tilted her head and scrutinized the picture as if laying eyes on it the first time, but it would be the thirteenth time now that she had seen the same old, grainy photocopied school picture of Shinobu.

After years of dead ends, Douma had sought her out himself and was unknowingly propositioning her to kill her fiancée.

She could kill him, she could kill him right now. Except… his men were armed, Daki as well. She had seen the glint of guns in the forest as the sky turned orange. If she died killing Douma, Shinobu would bring her back to life and kill her herself.

She waited for Douma to finish his rambling, pretending to mull over how to proceed. She sighed and closed her eyes.

“Sorry, but I’ll have to decline.”

“Huh?” Douma blinked owlishly, “But why?”

“This either isn’t worth my time, or you are leaving important details out. I don’t understand why you would offer ten million for the death of a single woman.”

“Why does anyone do anything?” He moaned, slumping in his chair, “The Kochou Clan has been stealing my followers for years. Offering them money and resources when they have no where else to go, when all they have to do is come to me for salvation. They were really getting on my nerves.

Then they even took my dear Kotoha away from me when she went begging. Offering her the money she needed to take herself and her little boy far away without a trace. She thought me a monster, but what monster takes in a teen mother and expects nothing in return? She wasn’t very bright that one, so quick to overreact.“

Douma decided to lean in over the table instead, staring at (Y/n) with his big, empty eyes. Whatever Kotaha saw in this man, (Y/n) had no doubt she had every right to flee.

“I’ll admit, you’ll be the thirteenth assassin I will have had sent her way, thus the pay. Surely you would relish a challenge such as this. Is it still not worth your time?”

(Y/n) forced her voice to remain even, uninterested.

“No. I’m sorry. This just isn’t the job for me.”

“Why not?” Douma whined once more, flopping against the table.

“Because it sounds boring, frankly.” (Y/n) stood. “Will your friend over there drive me back to the city or do I have to find my own way back?” She bravely asked.

Douma giggled and shook his head in disbelief.

“You really won’t do it?”

(Y/n) fixed him with a stony look and let the question hang in the air.

“You are truly fascinating. I can’t get a read on you at all. Just what are you thinking in there? Who are you?”

“I’m sure you know as well as I, sharing that kind of information is the exact kind of thing that gets you killed.”

Douma bit down on his lower lip. Had he finally met his match? He wanted to know everything about this woman and he wanted to know now, but the chase would be good. He could wait.

“If you insist, then I guess we are done here,” he turned to Daki, “Take the lady where she wants to go, Daki. Get her back safely and you can keep your head.”

“Yes sir.”

As (Y/n) opened the passenger seat door and got into the car, Douma leaned down to look at her through the window and fogged the glass up with his breath. He drew a little heart in the steam and (Y/n) suppressed a shudder.

“I hope I’ll see you again soon, lucky number thirteen. I’ll be thinking about you.”

(Y/n) turned her head away and muttered to Daki.

“Could you just fucking drive already.”

“Shut up.”

Douma stepped away from the car and into his own. Before Daki could fully pull out (Y/n) could see him waving at her through his window.

Even now as Daki drove her back down the mountain she had to keep her cool. Had to act like she hadn’t just let Douma slip right through her fingers. She just had to keep chanting to herself that they had a face to go with the name. They would figure out how to proceed together.

“I can’t believe you turned him down like that.” Daki said for maybe the eighth time as she sped down the mountain. “You’re insane.”

“Can you tell me something Daki, does he usually let people who deny him get this far?” (Y/n) asked, watching the heart fade from the window.

Daki was quiet a minute, but shook her head.

“No, he doesn’t.”

Well, at least she had that going for her. He liked her for some fucked up reason.

When Daki got back to the city the sky was pitch dark and the street lamps shined like stars. So much for a quick meeting, but Shinobu would understand soon enough.

She directed Daki to the same park they had met and waited for her to drive off and waited twenty minutes more to monitor her surroundings and check her clothes for bugs and trackers.

Then she took the longest, twisty, back and forth path home that she possibly could. Traveling on foot, taking a bus several stops ahead of home, getting on a train to head in a totally different direction. She entered bars just to get swarmed in a sea of dancing bodies and disappear out the back door.

When all was said and done, it was about three in the morning when she allowed herself to slip into the backyard of her house and she almost had a heart attack when she found herself at the business end of one of Shinobu’s bodyguards’ pistol.

The young recruit apologized profusely upon realizing it was her and ushered her inside, warning her that Shinobu was not at all in a good mood before running back outside.

“Shinobu?” (Y/n) called out tentatively.

Now back at home, certain she hadn’t been followed or bugged, she felt exhausted.

She heard quick steps thudding against the carpet of the next room over and Shinobu came in like a charging bull.

“Where the fuck have you been? Quick meeting my ass, the sun has been down for hours!”

“Shinobu,” (Y/n) took Shinobu’s balled up fists in her hands, trying to hide the tremble in them, but of course Shinobu knew right away that something had happened and turned her hands over and held (Y/n) back.

“What, what is it?” She whispered hurriedly, matching (Y/n)’s volume.

“Shinobu, I found him.”

Shinobu froze. She needed no elaboration on who ‘he’ was.

(Y/n) sat her down and told her what had happened from the moment she met Daki to the moment she snuck into the back of their house.

Shinobu was deathly silent throughout (Y/n)’s story until she finished talking. She looked over the assassin, and pulled her steepled fingers away from her lips.

“Are you done?” She asked, voice low.

“Ye— ow!”

“What the fuck were you thinking?”Shinobu smacked (Y/n) again and would have gone for a third if (Y/n) hadn’t caught her wrist.

“He could have killed you!”

“But he didn’t and now we at least have a face to go with a name.”

“And now you are on his radar. Damn it, (Y/n) if I lose you too-“

“That’s not going to happen.”

“You don’t know that!”

(Y/n) pulled Shinobu into her arms, Shinobu hugged back, tugging at her shirt.

“We’re in this together just as before. Nothing has really changed. You have my back and I have yours. Whether he comes after us or we get to him first, it doesn’t matter. We’re gonna kill him, and then we’re gonna get married and not have to think about that bastard ever again.”

Shinobu breathed deeply and released a shaky exhale from her lungs, still holding the assassin as close as she could.

“He’s going to push harder now you know. I don’t imagine he’s the type to let an outsider of the cult see his face without some repercussions.” Shinobu murmured.

“He isn’t.” (Y/n) agreed. “But I think this is new territory for him. He just strayed from his system for the first time in who knows how long. He’s opening himself up to making mistakes. He’s just a man, he’s only human.”

Shinobu pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes. She stroked (Y/n)’s cheek and gave a smile that did not reach her eyes.

“I hope you’re right.”

***

The next few weeks were tense. Everything seemed to go on as normal but the couple knew better than to think they were in the clear.

The gang was put on high alert. Whether it was to search covertly for Douma’s location, providing protection for their boss and her bride to be, or making sure their investments and businesses kept running like a well-oiled machine, everyone was busy.

Shinobu would not let (Y/n) go out to take any jobs, worried that she would cross paths with Douma again. It was bad enough spending years with a bounty on her own head, but the thought of (Y/n) being in danger was unbearable.

She knew that (Y/n)’s profession had never been safe, of course she did, but Douma and his followers were not an average gang. It was a cult. They treated him like a god. Such devotion Shinobu was sure, was built on a foundation of fear rather than respect. And fear made people desperate, unpredictable. They would do anything, even if it was to their detriment, if they thought it would please him.

Shinobu felt like she was playing an intense game of Battleship. With all the information passing hands, she was sure it was only a matter of time before someone got a hit.

She closed her laptop, leaned back against the headboard of the bed and massaged her face in her hands. Beside her, (Y/n) slept. She looked down at her, smiling faintly.

They were meant to go to one of the warehouses tonight in the cover of darkness to deal with some complications, but Shinobu didn’t want to wake her since it had been hard for either of them to sleep well recently.

She pulled the blanket more snuggly over (Y/n)’s shoulders and quietly slipped out of bed. She left the safe house they had been moved to a week prior and she was flanked by guards as she entered the backseat of her car. Her guards filed in around her and they drove off of the property and down the dark, rural road.

The drive to the warehouse was uneventful. They rolled up to the building and the driver parked, turned the car off,

And was promptly shot in the head through the windshield.

The guard in the backseat with Shinobu pushed her down and took out his gun, shooting in the direction the bullet had come from while the guard in the passenger seat attempted to start the car up again so they could escape.

Unfortunately they were already surrounded, and before Shinobu knew it, she was being dragged out of the car, soaked in the blood of her people. She struggled against the hold fruitlessly until she was dropped unceremoniously to the ground in front of a pair of shiny black shoes.

The floodlights turned on with a loud mechanical twang and Shinobu’s jaw was tilted upward with a large, smooth hand. She was met with rainbow eyes and a sharp, sparkling smile.

Shinobu grit her teeth, blood boiling. So this was the man responsible for ordering the death of her sister.

“What a fire in your eyes,” Douma chuckled, turning Shinobu’s head in his hand until she yanked her head away. Douma giggled.

“I’ve been having others chasing after you for quite sometime. I’m flabbergasted by how easy this little operation of mine has gone. I guess that old saying is right. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” He said with delight, but then he pouted.

“But where is the assassin, your fiancée?”

“Go fuck yourself.” Shinobu hissed.

“So vulgar. Come on now, I don’t want to hurt her. She fascinates me in ways I have never felt. When my sources had found that she was engaged, and to you no less, it was not a good feeling.”

Douma motioned for his followers to bring Shinobu to her feet.

“I’ve waited for your head for years, I can wait a little longer to slice you open if it means (Y/n) will come to me… Ooo, hand that here, Gyutaro.”

Shinobu’s phone had fallen out of her pocket in the scuffle and the man Douma had addressed picked it up and tossed it to him.

“This is going to be so much fun.” Douma grinned.

***

(Y/n) awoke with a start and felt around the bed for her phone, frowning as she realized Shinobu was no longer resting with her. She managed to find the phone under her pillow and was bewildered to find that Shinobu was attempting to FaceTime her.

She sat up and turned on the lamp on the bedside table, then she accepted the call.

“There she is!”

(Y/n)’s blood ran cold and Douma kept talking.

“I understand why you turned me down now. Your impassiveness in the face of a man asking you to kill someone you are supposed to love… was that an act or did you truly feel nothing. I need to know.”

“Where is Shinobu?” (Y/n) seethed, gripping her phone tightly in her hand.

“Alive, for now. See for yourself!” Douma flipped the camera onto Shinobu, feet tied, hands behind her back presumably tied as well. She was splattered with blood, but (Y/n) didn’t think it was hers. She was roughed up, but alive just as Douma promised.

“Say hi, Kochou!” Douma waved cheerfully off camera.

“(Y/n), you stay far away from here, do you hear me?”

“What a rude thing to say!” Douma said aghast, flipping the camera back around, “I’m sorry, (Y/n). You’re fiancée has been so grumpy since we’ve met up. I’m sure she doesn’t mean it.”

His eyes looked cold as ice despite his easygoing expression.

“We’re waiting for you at the warehouse. I’m sure you know which one. If you want to keep her alive, get here within the next hour. We have a lot to discuss. Bye-bye!”

The call disconnected and (Y/n) launched out of bed to prepare her weapons. If Douma thought this was going to be some friendly little get together, he was dead wrong.

“Surround the place. Be discreet and for the love of god you better have them taken care of by the time I have to act or we’re all going to be dead.” She spoke hurriedly over the phone while she snapped a full magazine into a second handgun.

“It’ll be done. Good luck.”

“I’ll need it. Thanks Tomioka, consider your bill paid in full.” She hung up, strapped her weapons in, and ran to the garage. She threw her leg over the Ducati and turned the key. It wouldn’t be a quiet arrival, but she had wasted too much time already. She needed something fast and small to weave through any possible traffic.

She rocketed through the streets to the warehouse. Douma’s people took aim at her, but Douma held his hand up, motioning them not to shoot, but simply keep their guards up.

“What an entrance!” He clapped.

“Where is she?” (Y/n) tromped over in Douma’s direction, until she heard a couple guns get cocked by itchy trigger fingers.

“Inside with her little worker bees, safe and sound I assure you.” He grinned, “Come, come, let’s talk.”

“Anything you have to say, you can say it right here.”

“Why the rush? Didn’t you miss me? I thought we had a spark before.”

“You kidnapped my fiancée, killed good people and you’re holding more hostage. I’m not in the mood for pleasantries over tea.”

Douma blinked, then he looked behind him to a beautifully set table, then back at (Y/n) with a pout.

“But it’ll grow cold.”

(Y/n) took her time looking around. There were fourteen cultists milling about that she could see, checking the perimeter or watching her interaction with their leader, and standing outside the warehouse.

She could only imagine more were inside watching the hostages and she had planned on more hanging out in the surrounding woods. If things started popping off outside, she worried what orders the cultists inside might have been given.

“I’m cold. Bring it inside if you want to have tea with me so badly.” She snapped, nearly making Douma swoon.

He looked behind him and with a snap of his fingers, two of the people began moving the table inside. Then he gestured for (Y/n) to walk ahead.

Upon entering the warehouse her eyes scanned for Shinobu immediately and found her propped against the back wall. Their eyes met, and Shinobu looked furious as well as scared, but she did not speak up. Not wanting to escalate the situation.

The warehouse workers looked shaken, but otherwise fine. There were only five of Douma’s followers here including the two that brought in the table. A much more manageable number. Giyuu would still need time before he’d be ready to signal, but when he did, she was fairly confident that if she strategized her blows, she could kill the armed cultists before they could think to take aim at Shinobu or the workers.

She sat down in the seat that would allow her to keep an eye on Shinobu and the workers, but unfortunately that left her back facing the doors. It was a risk she was willing to take.

Douma sat across from her looking very pleased with himself and motioned for one of his followers to make his tea.

“How do you prefer yours?” He asked.

“It’s fine as is. Tell me what it is

you want from me.”

Douma sighed dreamily and rested his chin in his hand.

“I think I have a solution that everyone will favor.”

(Y/n) waited from him to continue. Subtly looking just passed his head to see Shinobu making use of the attention being off of her. She seemed to have found something to work at her bindings with. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at Douma, bringing her attention away from Shinobu so she wouldn’t be caught. Douma continued you talk, seemingly none the wiser.

“You stay by my side and work for me, and I’ll allow Miss Kochou to live against my own wishes and she may continue her work with ninety-five percent of her yearly profits reserved for me, but should you fail me,” he made a cutting motion over his neck and playfully stuck out his tongue, “I’ll make her death so much worse than a simple bullet through the brain like what her dear sister got.” He giggled.

“See, I can be reasonable.”

“And you think I’ll agree just like that?”

“I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t. I’m being very generous. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m breaking all my rules for you.” He said, sliding his hand across the table in an attempt to rest it on top of (Y/n)’s. Before he could, a thunderous bang of a gunshot rang from outside.

(Y/n) flipped the table and pulled a gun, firing it in rapid succession to kill the man beside Shinobu fumbling for his gun and the two walking amongst the kneeling warehouse workers.

She hissed as a bullet grazed her arm, dodging just before it could do any real damage. She rolled and took another shot at the remaining men covering their eerily calm boss. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Shinobu hacking away at the ropes on her ankles with a jagged piece of metal.

The doors were thrown open, but (Y/n) could see it was someone from Douma’s cult. She aimed for the fuse box, casting the warehouse in darkness, causing some of the warehouse workers to shriek.

She ran in the direction Shinobu had been in and whispered her name, searching.

“Here.” Shinobu whispered back.

(Y/n) reached her hand out and found Shinobu’s she squeezed it before sliding her gun into Shinobu’s hand and pulled out another.

“Are you okay? All untied?”

“Yeah, what’s the plan?”

“I hear ‘em!”

Bullets rained from the opening between the doors and (Y/n) used the light from the doorway to shoot at their silhouettes.

“Tomioka’s group is our backup. We have to hunt down Douma before he escapes.”

“Really, you called Tomioka?” Shinobu had the nerve to complain, shooting at another silhouette that was taking aim.

“I didn’t exactly have time to give everyone a courtesy call. Come on!” (Y/n) pulled on Shinobu’s free hand and stumbled through the dark building in the direction they had last seen Douma and his followers go.

They could hear footsteps clanging against metal steps overhead. Not wanting to waste any time, (Y/n) aimed above her head and took a shot, causing someone to yell. There was a scuffle and a body was thrown to the ground, making room for Douma and his remaining man to keep running.

(Y/n) and Shinobu kept following as best they could from the ground listening closely to the clattering feet above. As they continued further into the bowels of the warehouse, the steps above became more echoey and it made it harder to know which way to go.

Then the metal clangs stopped, causing Shinobu and (Y/n) to freeze.

Then there was a mechanical humming noise, a generator presumably. Row by row, the lights turned back on, causing the couple to shield their eyes from the sudden brightness.

“Peek-a-boo!” Douma sang, aiming a shot at Shinobu.

(Y/n) pushed Shinobu, both narrowly missing the bullets that came their way. They took shelter behind a couple concrete support beams.

“I think you’ve upset me, (Y/n), I really think you have.” Douma called peering down from the catwalk.

“I’ve been nothing but accommodating to you.”

“You’re delusional.” (Y/n) yelled back, tossing a fresh magazine to Shinobu.

“I’m going to have to retract my previous offer. I think Miss Shinobu will have an awful time now because of your obstinance.”

“Oh go fuck yourself!” Shinobu fired three shots, she clipped Douma’s follower in the side, but missed Douma completely. She quickly took cover before either of the men above could shoot her.

“Such a mouth! Was the rest of your family so tasteless?” Douma taunted.

Before Shinobu could do something more brash, a volley of bullets came from the direction of the main entrance.

There was a millisecond where (Y/n) thought that this was going to be the end, but then she heard Tomioka barking orders and a wave of relief washed over her.

Giyuu’s gang shot out the chains that held the catwalk, causing Douma and his follower to fall to the ground, not far enough to kill them, but they certainly had broken bones.

Someone shot the follower dead before he could lunge for his gun and (Y/n) shot twice, once to shoot Douma in the hand and again to blast the gun he had dropped away.

Giyuu signaled his group to hold fire as (Y/n) and Shinobu approached Douma together, guns aimed straight at his head.

Douma tried to move, but the fall must have done something to his back or pelvis, as he could do little more than raise his torso up on his elbows. Blood oozed from the top of his head, running down his face, but he kept a smile all the same, seemingly more fascinated by the state he was in than fearful.

“Am I… dying?” Douma chuckled disbelievingly, then it became a small coughing fit.

“Looks like it.” (Y/n) replied bluntly.

“How is this happening? I always get what I want… I’m a god.” He didn’t sound angry or indignant. Just mildly bewildered.

“You’re a man lower than dirt who did everything he could to stay hidden in shadow. Having your followers do all the dirty work.” Shinobu sneered, pressing the barrel of her gun to Douma’s forehead.

“I don’t know what went through your mind that made you think you were suddenly invincible after all this time, but I’m ever so glad for your hubris.”

Douma giggled, Shinobu dug the gun harder against his skull.

“You two,” he wheezed, his hazy eyes switching between Shinobu and (Y/n), “you two make me feel things I’ve never felt. I wish I had a name to put with this strange sensation. I’ve been chasing it since I met you, (Y/n). Perhaps one day, we’ll meet again in hell? Start fresh?”

“Shinobu, you can take your shot whenever you want, love.” (Y/n) said, ignoring Douma. “Unless you want to finish him some other way, but I’d be quick about it. He’s fading fast.”

“I’ve dreamed of this opportunity and I’ve probably imagined him dying a thousand different ways.” Shinobu muttered.

“But I’m tired. A nobody like him doesn’t deserve some grand, notable death. A quick bullet to the brain to avenge my dear sister. Then he shall be cremated and buried in an unmarked grave. Perhaps a scrapyard or a desert… somewhere desolate. I don’t want his ashes to dare nourish a single seed. I want no part of him feeding back into the cycle of life in any capacity.”

“Whatever you like my dear. I’ll see to it personally.” (Y/n) assured.

Douma took an intake of air, but Shinobu didn’t care to hear anymore of whatever he had to say. She took her shot, and it was over.

(Y/n) wrapped her good arm around Shinobu’s shoulders and placed a soft kiss against her hair. Shinobu leaned against her in turn, a shuttered exhale escaped her lips.

The Eternal Paradise Cult’s ‘God’ lay broken on the concrete, never to rise again.

***

That night had been a massacre. There was no way around that. Fortunately all of the warehouse workers survived, but the trauma they faced would undoubtedly follow them for possibly the rest of their lives. Shinobu gave them a dragons’ share of money for their ordeal, but she knew it would only go so far.

There was also the matter of the gang members she had lost. That had hit particularly hard. They were good people. She knew that the money she gave those families would never fill the whole that had been left, but it was all she had to give along with her sincerest apologies.

Then there were the cultists. Though they had followed Douma’s word, they were still human. Naïve, lonely humans with nowhere to turn. Shinobu commissioned a memorial to be built in place of the warehouse. It took a lot of research to find the names of all those that had been lost, but to Shinobu it had been worth it. It was purely for them. Douma’s name and visage were not included.

She had read a news clipping about the surviving cultists who had been left behind at the compound. Their feelings in the matter were… complicated. Shinobu could sympathize with that.

Then there was Douma himself. The authorities never found his body, obviously. He was cleaned up and discreetly cremated. Shinobu left the ashes to (Y/n) to take care of. She didn’t want to know where his ashes were as a final insult. All she needed to know was the he was a forgotten pile of dust in an unforgiving landscape and that would be good enough for her.

And as good a job as Shinobu and Giyuu’s gangs did cleaning things up and squaring things away, the authorities simply could not let a mass casualty event such as that go unchecked.

Tomioka managed to duck under the radar, but the remaining cultists made sure to drag Shinobu’s name through the mud. Again, she didn’t grudge them that, but it did make things a little difficult.

She liquidated what assets she could, giving what she couldn’t to her most trusted allies who she knew would carry on her mission, her sister’s dream.

And then she fled the country.

Shinobu took another sip of the refreshingly sweet cocktail she had purchased, sitting comfortably in a beach chair under the shade of a palm tree while she people watched.

She heard someone plop into the vacant chair beside her with a tired groan and she smiled, tilting her sunglasses to rest on the top of her head. She had been waiting for (Y/n) to make the flight to their new home all week.

“So where did you put him?”

“Oh you know, somewhere indistinguishable from the scorching sand I buried him under. Didn’t leave the urn. Wouldn’t even know how to find the spot again in a billion years.” (Y/n) shared with a yawn. “Ugh, this jetlag is killing me.”

“Aww, my poor baby.” Shinobu cooed, offering (Y/n) some of her drink. “Think you’ll be be better in time for the wedding or should we push it back a couple days?”

“What? No way, I’m tired of waiting.” (Y/n) stretched back against the chair, the scar on her arm poking out of the sleeve of her t-shirt. “I’m ready to be Mrs… whatever fake name we got saddled with.”

“Me too.” Shinobu hummed in agreement.

“It is nice here, don’t you think?”

“How would you know, you just got here and you can barely keep your eyes open.” Shinobu joked.

“Any place I get to be with you is nice.” (Y/n) yawned again, unable to keep her eyes open any longer.

“Aren’t you sweet.” Shinobu laughed. She watched (Y/n) sleep for a bit before turning her attention back to the surf, feeling as light as the foam rolling in on the waves.

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Why You Shouldn’t Tell Your Fellow Criminals Where You Go On Dates

Harley Quinn/Reader

Words: 2,396

Summary: When Harley tells you that she’s going on a date, you can’t help the bubbling feelings of jealousy. Maybe it wasn’t the most chivalrous thing to do, but you set out to make sure that date ends badly.

Requested By: anonymous

Note: hi anon! sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoy it :)

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“Hey, do you have time this Friday to help me out on a job?” you asked, laying on the bed and watching as Harley fixed her makeup in her mirror. “I have a feeling the guy who hired me is going to try and get out of paying.”

“What time is it?” she asked, still not looking away from where she was applying her eyeliner. “I have to see.”

“If you’ve got another job it’s no big deal,” you said quickly. “I can take of the rat bastard myself if needed.”

“No, no it’t nothing like that,” she said brightly, turning back to you for a moment. “I do have a date in the evening though.”

Your blood ran cold for a moment, but you managed to keep your face neutral. “A date?”

“Yeah, my first one in ages, can you believe that?” She didn’t seem to pick up on your shift in mood, continuing to apply her lipstick like she didn’t just ruin your whole day with a few words.

“Where are they taking you?”

“He’s taking me to the Italian place over by that bar I like, Bernotti’s.”

For the rest of the time you spent with her, you tried not to show the jealousy that was currently bubbling up inside you at the idea of Harley going on a date with someone that wasn’t you. The feelings you had been harboring for your fellow criminal had recently been building ever since the two of you were assigned to a “suicide squad” mission together, and every time you saw her the voice inside your head told you to make a move, you were just a little too late when it came to actually admitting it.

There was a part of your brain that was screaming at you to find out everything and get involved, but you tried not to listen. Harley was your friend, and it wouldn’t be nice of you to ruin her chance at happiness just because of your own residual feelings.

But then you’ll never know how she feels about you, that part of your brain decided to throw back, and that was the one thing you couldn’t argue with. When she left, off to meet with someone else about a potential job, it was a struggle for you to think of anything else but your despair about Harley going on a date.

Eventually, the part of your brain that was responsible for your crimes and other evil tendencies won over whatever morality you still had left. Honestly you were surprised there was enough of that morality left in you to put up a fight, Gotham had a unique habit of crushing the goodness out of people within days of living there, and you’d been a resident for several years.

After a little bit of planing, you knew what you had to do.

***

“My name is Y/N, and I’ll be your server this evening.” You smiled brightly at the couple in front of you, but in reality you were looking at a table diagonally across the room, where Harley and an unfamiliar man were sitting.

You had managed to get the job you had told Harley about done earlier today, so now you had all the time in the world to keep a watchful eye over her date, and step in if you decided that he didn’t deserve her. Well, you knew that he didn’t deserve her no matter what, but you were trying to give the situation the benefit of the doubt.

Getting into the restaurant had been easy, especially because the owner was a friend of yours. All you had to say was that you needed to go undercover for a job and she had instantly offered you a spot on the evening shift. The only downside was that you would actually have to wait on a table or two, but you trusted your friend not to take advantage of the free labor you would be providing her, so you weren’t too worried.

It wasn’t actually for a job, but it would be a lot harder to explain the fact that you needed to go undercover to ruin Harley’s date to your friend. No one else in your life knew about your feelings for her, and you wanted to keep it that way. It made things a lot easier when asking for favors and going about your normal business, because people normally didn’t ask questions if they thought the things you were doing were top secret and/or illegal.

Thankfully you had experience waiting tables from when you first moved to Gotham, and the restaurant wasn’t that busy, so it was easy to keep an eye on Harley and her date. You would never go for him, that much was clear, so you were still confused on what about this man had managed to attract your friend. You thought she got over her weakness for arrogant men when she had broken up with the Joker, and she spent several months crying on your couch trying to let herself rise from the ruins of her former relationship. You had never wanted to make a move then, because it seemed in poor taste to try and capitalize on her misfortune, but apparently you had waited too long.

You had wanted to be the one to take their food out to them, mostly to see how Harley would react to seeing you here, but unfortunately you were off doing something else when their food came out of the kitchen. It didn’t matter, there were still other ways you could subtly mess with the date.

You had already spoken with the bartender under false pretenses, asking him to make sure all the drinks that were ordered for Harley had half the amount of alcohol in them as they usually did, because you didn’t want this man to try anything. She looked gorgeous tonight, and the feelings of jealousy in your stomach only grew as you saw the little smiles she was giving her date.

When you noticed the two of them start to lean closer to each other, you “accidentally” dropped a stainless steel pan, and the sound that echoed through the restaurant as it hit the floor was enough to ruin any kind of mood that was developing between the two. You weren’t in direct view of them, but you could see an annoyed look on the face of her date as everyone in the restaurant stopped for a moment and looked around to see what had just happened.

He tried again to get close, a little while later, but you were prepared to take care of that as well. Right as he began to lean in closer to her, presumably changing the conversation to something for personal, you tapped the waiter who had been taking care of them on the shoulder. “Hey, did you check on table 12 already?” you asked, and he shook his head. “I thought I heard the guy ask another waiter for something but I can’t remember if he actually got it or not.”

No such conversation had happened, but your fellow server didn’t know that. He just thanked you for the tip and you went on to take your tray of drinks out to a table on the other side of the dining room. When you glanced back, you could see that the other waited had indeed gone over to ask if they needed anything, and from the annoyed look on the date’s face, it was not good timing (for him at least).

The whole dinner continued like that, with you finding ways to subtly ruin the mood this man was trying to set. Something about him unnerved you, and even if you looked past the fact that he was on a date with the woman you were in love with, there was still no way that you were going to trust him.

But you were only successful for part of the night, and things changed as they finished eating and paid the bill. As they were getting up to walk out, you could see his face, and you knew that he likely thought that he was going to score with Harley. The idea of someone treating her well only to get her naked made your blood boil, and you walked by the two of them to witness first time he got a little handsy with her, resting his hand on her hip under the guise of escorting her out of the restaurant. It just so happened that the busboy had been walking by as well, and it was easy for you to bump him and make it look like a total accident, sending dirty dishes and silverware sludge all over the date’s nice shirt and tie.

You tried to quickly move out of the way before you were noticed, but you should have known Harley would figure it out eventually. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” she asked loudly, an incredulous look on her face. Her voice had lost so much of the bubbly intonation that you loved, and she was speaking like an entirely different person. You hated it, especially if this man made her feel like she couldn’t be herself around him.

Before you could respond, her date cut into the conversation. “You know this person?”

Shooting him a glare, you responded. “This person has a name, thank you very much. Not that I’d imagine you’d care about anyone else but yourself though.”

“Y/N,” Harley said again. “What are you doing? I thought you had a job tonight.”

You had two options here, either continue to lie or just admit to the fact that you were here to spy on her date, and although you probably should have chosen the latter, you couldn’t. “That’s why I’m here,” you said quietly. “A friend of mine owns the place, so I was able to get a shift for the night to do what I needed to.” Technically, it wasn’t a lie, but you were still intentionally misleading her, so it probably should be considered one.

Her date for the evening clearly didn’t care about anything but getting out of here at this point, and he rolled his eyes. “Whatever, can we just leave like you said?”

You watched as Harley took a deep breath before responding, and you hoped that she wasn’t as smitten with this man as she had been when she told you about the date in the first place. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll come by your place later, alright Y/N?”

You nodded, and were quickly called away to do something else by another waiter. Much to your surprise, by the time you were finished running drinks for another table, Harley and her date were still outside, and they seemed to be arguing about something.

You weren’t worried about Harley in the sense that you thought she would get hurt by this man, but you did want to know what they were arguing about. After finding your friend to let her know that your “job” for the evening was completed and that you were heading home, you were untying your apron from around your waist as you walked out in their direction. “What’s going on?” you asked.

“Oh great, not you again!”

Before you could even respond, Harley slapped the man across his face, fuming with anger. “What the fuck are you thinking, talking to Y/N like that?”

“Can’t you see that this whole night has been a nightmare? Honestly, I’d be willing to bet your little friend is behind it!” He spoke about you like you weren’t even there, only adding to the contempt you held for him.

“You’re just pissed that I ruined your plans to get her drunk and bring her home!” you cut in, staring down the man with everything you had. Harley gasped quietly as he faltered under your accusation.

Spineless and scared, the man practically took off in the direction of his car rather than confirm or deny that which you had accused him of. You turned back towards Harley, not sure what she was going to say to you. Would she believe you if you maintained that you were here by chance? Would she thank you for scaring away such a worthless date?

“Alright, cut the crap. What are you really doing here?” she asked, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows. “Was this really part of your job?”

Tentatively, you shook your head. This was only the first date she went on, and if you didn’t say something now, no matter how scared you were, she would surely go on other dates with people that weren’t you. At least if she rejected you this time you’d have some closure. “No.”

“Then why were you spying on my date?” Now her tone was slightly more accusatory, and getting a little louder. “I don’t need you to protect me, I can take care of my-”

“I like you okay?” The words came out before she had finished speaking, and you instantly regretting cutting her off.

For a few moments, it was completely silent between the two of you. “What?” she eventually said. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I didn’t want to make you feel like you were rushing to move on because of the way I felt about you,” you said quietly. “But I guess I couldn’t handle my jealousy when you said that you had a date and it wasn’t me.”

You weren’t sure what she would do next, but you definitely didn’t expect her to grab your face and kiss you. The surprising gesture was not unwelcome, and you moved your hands to rest on her hips, as if trying to anchor yourself to her and never let go. Just the feeling of her mouth against yours was enough to send you spiraling into space, and you weren’t completely sure this wasn’t a dream.

When you finally broke apart, she didn’t pull too far back. “I’m sorry for ruining your date,” you said.

“You should have just told me,” she responded quietly. “We could have been doing this a lot sooner.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, okay?”

She just laughed in response as she leaned in to kiss you again, and you never wanted this moment to end.

- the end -

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hoodoo12 · 2 years

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Teaser Teaser, 2

So . . . The first was a one shot but people wanted more. Thirsty, dirty people. My kind of people.

NSFW, PWP Beetlejuice x reader (f).

tagging @perdrixforelle @drmccoy-ruinedmylife but everyone enjoy!

“Well, since you promised me that today I get to have you all to myself …”

“Mmm-hmm. I did promise that, didn’t I?”

“That means I get to decide what we’re doing. Right?”

A tiny bit of worry crept into his voice. “Yeah …”

“Well then …”

You took Beetlejuice by the hand and led him to the bedroom. You watched a look of dawning surprise alight his face as he took in everything you’d laid out for him. A collar. Leather wrist cuffs. A new bottle of lube. A spreader bar. A series of straps and buckles that would attach to each thigh, go behind his neck, and keep his legs up.

“You going to be a good boy for me today, Beej?”

As if his throat was dry and without taking his eyes from the equipment on the bed, he swallowed and gave a half nod.

You took his chin and turned his head to look at you. “Because if you’re a good boy, I’ll tease you and tell you how sweet you are and let you taste me as you come. If you’re a bad boy, though, it’s going to be a long day. You’ll get teased, of course, but you may not get to touch me at all.”

It was easy to see the war of indecision on his face. Good boys were treated well and got to have their mouths on your pussy. Bad boys might be spanked and treated roughly, and an orgasm wasn’t guarenteed; and if rules weren’t followed and he came without permission, it would be worse the next time. There were appeals to both options.

Beetlejuice swallowed again. “I … I’ll be good,” he told you.

You smiled and kissed him quickly on the mouth. “That’s a good lovebug. Clothes off. Let’s get you trussed up. Wrists cuffed to the headboard. I want your knees up for me, so I have access to every part of you. I’m going to make you feel so good, Beej.”

“I know you will,” he whined, and in a blink, his suit was gone and he was scrambling onto the bed.

His arousal was evident as you strapped him in: not just a throbbing, leaking cock, but the trail of hair on his lower abdomen was hot pink too, like the roots of the hair on his head. He licked his lips as you eased him into position, and when he was spread before you, vulnerable and open, you couldn’t help but smile.

You loved that he loved this so much.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” you said rhetorically, as you settled between his raised legs and squeezed lube into your hand.

Beetlejuice whined wordlessly in his eagerness, and moaned out loud when you started.

⁂

An hour? Ninety minutes? Later, at least, you gave him a break. It was for you too, although you were loathe to tell him that. Just having complete control to do whatever you wanted to him, knowing that at any moment he could rid himself of the restraints and ravage you, was heady power. You’d edged him with hands and mouth and tits. He’d sucked and drooled over your fingers to provide some lubricant for his cock. With his legs in the air, you’d rimmed him, then with real lube fingered him. A cock ring would have been a nice addition to the ensemble, to make it easier to drag the session out. Hindsight, you know. And for next time. Your own throat was raw from moaning along with him. At first, to show off, Beetlejuice managed to change the leather collar you’d put around his neck. It wasn’t for anything but show, to match his wrist cuffs. You’d bought it without any adornment, but at one point rhinestones appeared at the hollow of his throat that spelled out “sex toy.” Then “good boy.” Followed by “Yes Please!” Then “SLUT” and “all holes open.” The words cycled back over themselves until he lost control over something as silly as all that, and since then the collar only read, “OWNED.” Everything you’d done left you sweaty. If you’d really thought ahead you’d have put bottles of water in the room for yourself. Telling him to stay still as you headed to the bathroom, you left Beetlejuice trussed with his arms still above his head, his knees still up in the air with his ankles locked in the spreader bar--you didn’t insist he keep his legs up; he didn’t relax them on his own--and a jeweled plug in his ass. He whined for you to hurry back. You threw a smile over your shoulder and an exaggerated swing to your hips for him. His whine shifted to begging. You took your time taking a long drink of water and wiping a damp washcloth over your face and the back of your neck. The begging continued from the bedroom. When it stopped, you returned, suspicious. A quiet Beetlejuice meant a puckish Beetlejuice. The specter was still prone on your bed. All his restraints were in place, although he had finally let his legs drop as much as they could to the mattress.

Quietly, you watched from just outside the door frame. Beetlejuice had dug his toes into the mattress; he used the small amount of leverage to bounce his hips as best he could in his bindings. Whether he was doing it to make his cock slap against his lower belly for some facsimile of friction or if it was to wiggle the plug in his ass for some stimulation, you didn’t know. Maybe both. Whatever it was, each drop of his hips made an explosive little moan burst from his lips. “Having fun without me?” you asked, stepping back into the room. He immediately stopped, caught like a deer in headlights. “Baby, I wasn’t, I mean I was just waiting for you to get back, and, and--” “And you couldn’t help yourself?” you interrupted. “Because every single nerve ending had almost been overloaded and you didn’t want it to stop?” Sheepishly he agreed. “Something like that, baby.” “Well then. It looks like we’re at a crossroads here.” His amber eyes didn’t blink as he watched you.. You made it to the side of the bed, tapping your chin like you were thinking as you looked over him. “Do you think you’ve been good? Or do you think that, because all this--” You waved your free hand over him, to indicate what he was doing to himself, “--kind of breaks that streak?” “I’m good, I’ve been good!” he whined. The leather collar under his chin proclaimed “good boy!” again. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Sometimes the tease was worth it. This time it was not. You weren’t going to unbuckle him without any release; that wasn’t your style. Still, he hadn’t stayed still when you told him to, so he needed to be reminded of his place. Climbing back up on the bed beside him, you hoisted his legs up again. His cock had softened a little without direct stimulation--another reason you should’ve used a cockring!--but it filled again as you stroked it gently between his thighs. You only had an inkling of an idea of what you wanted to do, and with him bound like he was your first thought of fucking him in the superior amazonian position, simply wouldn’t work. Once he was hard again, you stood up on the mattress and looked down at him. Beetlejuice licked his lips, watching you. Doing logistics in your head, you figured out the best way to straddle him and then, carefully, you did. It took a moment to settle onto his stomach; the straps running around his neck to each thigh now bracketed you too. Hiking yourself up on your knees, you reached between your legs to guide his cock into you. It actually wasn’t too bad, this position. His legs kept you supported if you leaned back, which put pressure on his neck to lift his head. You rolled your pelvis to keep him as deep in your pussy as possible, but also gave the occasional downward drop so the plug in him could do its job too. His moans were rivaled by your own, and it would be easy to just fuck him till you came--except he was going to get off first. Between holding his breath and everything tensing, you knew he was close. That had been your goal, of course, but not.quite.yet. Just as his eyes fluttered closed and he bit his lower lip hard enough to leave marks, you pulled yourself off him. Those amber eyes shot open to meet yours again and he cried out. More a pitiful mewl, actually, so you leaned over to kiss away the teeth marks he’d given himself. Beetlejuice relaxed as you caught your breath, although he still whined deep in his throat.

You extracted yourself from atop him. His cock was shiny from your wet and dark; it throbbed with no heartbeat, just pure desire and arousal. “I think you have been a good boy,” you announced, giving him a smile. He could barely return it. Carefully you once again repositioned yourself, straddling his face this time. Before you lowered yourself, you said, “You’ve done so well, Beej.”

His reply was muffled as you eased your pussy to his mouth. He did an admirable job of eating you out, licking, sucking, and groaning. His beard tickled your clit as he dipped his tongue into your cunt, then he returned to flicking it. Shuddering at his attention, you dropped yourself along his torso and sucked the tip of his cock into your mouth again. The taste of the two of you combined made you groan between the little noises he wrung from you. Licking and then wrapping your hand around his cock, you stroked him with your lips locked around the head. Cries from both of you ratcheted. Beetlejuice supported your weight easily and barely stopped moving his tongue and lips. He latched onto your clit and you jerked; his hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you right in place as an orgasm claimed you. You lifted your head off his cock as you cried out again, and he climaxed too, his come spurting across your chin and into your open mouth. It took a moment to return to the room as you relaxed. You wiped your face on his lower belly to add to the pool of semen there. Beetlejuice had paused while he came, but had returned to lightly licking through your folds again, humming as he did so. It overstimulated you to the point of being annoying so carefully, you once again righted yourself and moved to his side. Looking down on him from one elbow, you tapped his wrist. “What’s with this?” you asked. Caught, Beetlejuice hastily shoved his arms back above his head, like he’d had the wrist cuffs on the entire time. “Couldn’t help it, baby. You taste too good and I didn’t want you to get away..” You laughed. Unbuckling the restraints, he asked to keep the butt plug in. No, you told him. It was only for the bedroom. “Then what about the collar?” he wheedled. “I can keep it under my shirt! Well, mostly . . .” You shook your head and agreed, realizing it was his real goal anyway, not the plug. The rhinestones shifted between “good boy” and “owned” again. You wondered if they’d catch the light in the dining room, or if Delia would notice. The woman had a nose for crystals. “Let’s go get cleaned up, Beej.” Happy he could wear the collar, he readily agreed.

fin!

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draconicsparkle · 9 months

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Surprise, surprise! It’s a continuation of the previous SCP chapter! It’s a bit weird! I usually don’t do direct sequels to a previous chapter in my episodic fics.

I’m always a sucker for having non-human characters do non-human things. It’s so fun! I have no limits!

Uh… yeah, I can’t think of much else to say. So go for it!

Hajime couldn’t say he was very surprised that Nagizuru didn’t take very long to understand how video games worked. Not only that, but to completely dominate the room.

Chiaki didn’t seem to mind one bit, actually looking to enjoy the challenge of someone on her level. So she and Nagizuru competed with genuine smiles on their faces, while the three other humans watched in awe.

“Someone’s… not only keeping pace with Chiaki… but beating her? I must be dreaming,” Kazuichi muttered, running a hand through his pink hair.

Fuyuhiko nodded, his eyes widened in a rare display of surprise. “Never did I imagine this occurring.” He then elbowed Hajime with a grin. “You appear to have found something really special! Good work!”

Hajime laughed as he rubbed his arms. “Yeah, he certainly is special, in more ways than one.” Idly, the brunette wondered what their reaction would be if they learned the truth. If they knew they were in the same room as an extremely dangerous entity, would they be this relaxed? It was easy to reach that answer, which solidified his decision to keep it all under wraps. And by the way Nagizuru’s smile crooked up on one side, he knew the SCP had heard his thoughts. So they were in agreement. Good.

More time passed, several hours in fact. And Hajime enjoyed them all, overjoyed at being close to his friends and family again.

But as it always went, all good things come to an end. This was no different, as Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko had to leave to eat dinner with their families. Chiaki decided to stay for the Hinata’s dinner, sitting on one side of Hajime at the table while Nagizuru took the other. The brunette was surrounded by those he cared most about. It had been utter bliss.

But again, things wrapped up too soon. Dinner was finished and cleaned up, which meant it was probably time to go. Hajime wasn’t sure how long the security breach at the foundation’s facility would last, so it was vital they get back soon. His voice was heavy with reluctance as he said, “It’s getting late. Sadly, we can’t stay the night. We have to return to our workplace. But thank you for tonight. It was a lot of fun.”

His parents and Chiaki looked a bit sad, but were understanding. “I see. Well, come visit again when you get the chance! You can let us know or surprise us again! We look forward to repeating this,” Mr. Hinata told him.

Mrs. Hinata hugged her son tight. “You be careful in getting back. Especially tonight. There’s been reports of a violent gang who is riding through town. Avoid them at all costs.”

“We’ll be careful. I’ll send you a letter when we get back. Love you both,” Hajime replied as he and Nagizuru headed to the front door.

“I’ll walk with you!” Chiaki piped up, getting her bag and joining him and the SCP in the doorway.

“Keep them safe, Chiaki!” Mr. Hinata said with a grin, he and his wife waving as the trio walked away from the cozy home and into the dark streets.

Once far enough away, Nagizuru spoke up. “You have quite a wonderful family. I am more than pleased with my interactions and experiences today. It has been one of the more domestic times I’ve had in eons.”

Hajime had to remind himself that Chiaki knew about the entity’s non-human status, holding back the flinch. “Really? Well, I’m glad you had fun too. Maybe we can get some video games at our place for you to entertain yourself with.”

Nagizuru grinned. “You are far more entertaining to me than all of life’s pleasures combined. I’ll stick with our current situation. Though I will commend you for slyly attempting to provide a distraction. But I stand resolute on you maintaining my complete attention.”

Hajime groaned, letting his head roll forward. “It was worth a shot.”

Chiaki giggled next to him. “He’s very attached. Almost like a puppy.”

“Yeah, a catastrophe level puppy,” he added on.

Nagizuru’s smile widened. “Why, if you wanted me to be a puppy, all you had to do was ask!” He slipped away from them briefly, going into an alleyway and disappearing from sight. But just a few seconds later, a tiny white husky puppy waddled out, tail wagging and red eyes wide.

Chiaki squealed, kneeling down to pet the fuzzy head. “You can transform? So adorable. Hajime really is lucky to have you around.”

“I still believe myself to be the lucky one in the scenario. But your words are appreciated,” the entity said in their minds. The puppy then looked over to Hajime. “Now, please pick me up and carry me. These small legs are not strong enough! I need a savior!”

Rolling his eyes, Hajime did as requested. “You certainly chose the correct breed. Dramatic,” he commented as he booped the tiny snout.

Nagizuru wiggled around in his arms so that his belly and paws were facing up. “But you love it. Don’t deny it.”

“Fine, fine. Anyways, let’s get to the park behind the library. We can take the alleyway shortcut,” he declared, moving the cosmic puppy into one arm and holding hands with his best friend. “Nagizuru can teleport you to your home once we get there. That okay with you?” he asked her.

Chiaki nodded. “Teleportation. That sure sounds handy. I wish I could do that.”

The two humans entered the cramped alley, wandering through in a well practiced fashion. “I can confirm it’s nice. But I also like walking around with you like we did as kids. It’s fun.”

The alleys were long and maze-like, but that didn’t worry the two. They had navigated these routes several times when they were younger. So their pace was unhurried and peaceful.

Until Nagizuru’s small body stiffened and he began growling.

That confused Hajime. “What’s wrong? Is something there?” he whispered, staring down the path they were about to take. The puppy only growled louder, wiggling and jumping down out of his arms. “Something’s wrong,” he told Chiaki, pulling her close to him as they scanned around.

After a few moments, various footsteps echoed around them. And in the dim lighting, the pair realized that they were surrounded by unfamiliar people in matching vests. The violent gang his mom had warned them about.

“Dogs are so annoying. They ruin everything. Well, it’ll be fun tossing it into the lake once we finish with you two,” the closest man said, lighting up a cigarette now that he didn’t have to worry about staying hidden.

Another flicked open their switchblade, the metal shining in the moonlight. “Let’s have some fun tonight. And feel free to scream all you want.”

Hajime felt calm, not at all intimidated. “I’d actually suggest that to you. But I’ll be kind and try to warn you. Leave us alone, or else I can’t guarantee your safety.”

One behind them laughed. “You really think you stand a chance against us?”

“Her? No. Me? Definitely not. But it’s not just us. But Nagizuru, don’t kill them. I’d rather this night not be tainted,” Hajime stated, looking down at the husky at his feet.

“I understand. Though don’t expect me to go easy on them,” the entity’s voice echoed in everyone’s heads. The gang looked around, clearly confused by the sudden new voice. Then the puppy began growing in size, surpassing them all in height in no time and positioning himself overtop of Hajime and Chiaki. The soft puppy features grew sharper and narrower, shifting into a wolf with needle sharp teeth. In addition, three more heads sprouted out of the wolf’s back, one for each alleyway surrounding them. The red eyes swirled as the creature’s mouths grinned far wider than a normal wolf. “You have made a grave mistake tonight. Now suffer the consequences.”

The gang all collapsed to their knees as they stared into the red eyes, mouths open in a terrified scream but no sound coming out. Then one by one, they fell to the ground, their bodies vanishing into thin air. Soon, every single one was gone.

“As requested, I did not end them. But I did scramble their minds some and teleported them to a very remote town far away from here. They won’t recall this town or anything that happened in it.” The wolf stepped back, all four heads rotating to look at the humans.

“Thank you.” Hajime then looked over to his friend, seeing her only slightly impressed face. “Why am I not surprised that you aren’t blown away by the sight of this shapeshifting cosmic monster?”

Chiaki shrugged. “Not the craziest design I’ve seen. Some games I’ve played are far more gorey and twisted. This isn’t too bad in comparison.”

“Video games. Right.”

“Oh? Perhaps video games require more investigation. I can expand my horizons and conjure up new possibilities,” Nagizuru said as he shifted back to human form. “I shall look into this more. Hajime, you will help me with this.” The entity then lunged forward, hugging the brunette tight.

“Ack! Warn me next time before doing that!” Hajime groaned as he patted the sea of white hair in front of him. “Anyways, I think we should go ahead and teleport home. Make sure Chiaki gets back safe first. Then we can relax in our place.”

“Okay.” Nagizuru turned his head to look at Chiaki. “It was a pleasure to meet you. I am sure our paths will cross again.”

The woman nodded. “Same to you. Next time, I’ll introduce you to some more games that we can play.” Then she vanished, teleported back to her home.

A second later, Hajime found himself back in their own room in the facility. And as they did, a broadcast was being announced. Repeat, containment breach has concluded. All entities successfully contained. Please resume normal activities.

“We made it. No one suspects a thing, right?” Hajime asked as he felt himself get pushed onto the bed.

Nagizuru snuggled close, burying his face into the crook of Hajime’s neck. “No one came in or asked about us. We are safe. And our secret outing remains as such.”

The human sighed, head relaxing against the pillow. “By the way, thank you. For… everything today. Not just saving us from the gang. But… letting me see my friends and family again.”

Nagizuru opened one ruby eye. “Of course! I was more than happy to do as such.” The eye closed again. “Now sleep. It’s been a long day.”

Hajime laughed a bit, but closed his eyes as well, drifting off with a smile on his face.

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queenariesofnarnia · 2 years

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class of 1986| e.m

eddie munson x fem!reader

wc: 765

eddie survives <3 and it’s pure fluff

gif not mine

No one believed that he was serious when he said 86 would be his year. Even though he barely made it to this moment. His name being cleared now became the second-best thing to happen to him this year. He did his hair for today, he also put on his best cologne. When he arrived to graduation his club members were all waiting for him.

“It’s finally time Eddie!” Dustin yells giving his older friend a hug. Eddie felt proud that he had people here rooting for him. Steve, Robin, and Nancy approached the group. Nancy and Robin also in a cap and gown. All while exchanging pleasantries Eddie scanned the crowd for one person, his girlfriend who saved his life, and the one that no one believed he had. He laughed at the fact that no one believed him but, they all knew his girlfriend. She dragged his ass back from the Upside Down, and Dustin still thought she was only his best friend. Locking eyes with you sitting next to Wayne turned into a silent conversation.

“You got this baby” you mouthed to him giving him a thumbs up. He couldn’t contain the smile on his face. Mouthing back a thank you he turned back to his friends.

“You were right about it being your year” Steve said patting him on the back.

“I had a great group of people supporting me, a great and unlikely group” Eddie’s statement makes them chuckle. He was right, no one would’ve believed that this group of friends came together naturally.

As principal Higgins made his way painstakingly stow through the seniors, he finally made it to the M last names.

“Edward Munson!” he announced. The Hellfire Club and Steve cheered for Eddie the loudest. Wayne had tears in his eyes, and you did as well. However, this was the moment you would see if your loving boyfriend will really flip the principal off. He did it, and you got it all on video.

When graduation was over Eddie ran straight past his friends into your arms picking you up.

“I fucking did it sweetheart” the excitement in his voice brought the biggest smile to your face.

“I never doubted you for a second my love, congratulations” kissing his cheek. He put you down to share a hug with his uncle. Hellfire made their way over, with Nancy, Steve, and Robin following behind them. You congratulated Nancy and Robin on their success giving them hugs. Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“You weren’t joking about having a girlfriend Eddie?” Mike asked.

“Is he paying you?” Jeff asked. Gareth nodded his head signaling he had the same question.

“Why is it so hard to believe were dating?” you asked the group. Everyone started giving different reasons.

“We’ve been dating for three years” Eddie told the group. They all paused looking like they heard the craziest news. ‘Every time we said were out with each other you thought it was as friends.’ He added.

“Yeah, not exactly hiding it either. I’m surprised how long it took you guys to believe us” you deadpanned. Your tone made everyone including yourself burst out laughing.

“I had pictures of her everywhere and you still thought I was lying” Eddie said directly to his club.

“Besides the point! Does everyone have our address for the party?” you ask the group. Being answered with a chorus of yesses. “Please bring family or whoever you want there. Food will be provided” you add. After talking for a little longer everyone went their separate ways for a few hours until the grad party. You held Eddie’s cap in one had as you walked to your car holding his hand with you free one. The comfortable silence between the two of you was broken once in your car.

“I still can’t believe I did it” he admits. You lean over the middle console to gently grab his face. You pulled him into a sweet kiss, which he had no hesitation to reciprocate.

“86 is your year baby, just like you said” you reminded him with a smile.

“I love you sweetheart, thanks for not giving up on me” he thanks you once again.

“I love you too and I’ll never give up on you” giving him one last kiss before you start to head home. “Now let’s get home and I can give you a little gift before everyone comes over” you shoot him a wink before driving off.

“It’s definitely my fucking year” he says as Metallica begins to play through your speakers.

#eddie munson x reader #self insert #eddie munson #eddie munson x black!reader #stranger things #st4 #xreader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #eddie munson fix it fic

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littleskeletonprincessss · 2 months

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Buzzed - Ryan Magee x Reader

"So someone actually threw panties on the stage?" I asked, trying to hold back my laughter.

"I swear to God, Y/N. The Houston show was great. I think you're gonna be really - surprised - by everything that happened." Ryan laughed.

"I can't wait. We'll order some pizza when you get home, okay? And maybe after, I'll do that thing you like."

I could practically hear Ryan's eyes roll and toothy smile light up his face.

"Sounds good, Babe. I'll see you on Saturday."

"I love you, Ry."

"Love you too, Y/N."

Hanging up I threw my phone on the couch next to me, alerting Lego before he laid his head back down on his paws. Scratching behind his ears I thought about how long Ryan had been gone.

The YouTube channel Ryan and Matt shared had started to gain popularity, and people wanted even more content, so they decided to start going on comedy tours. Normally, I would try and go with them for at least part of it but I wasn't able to get work off this time.

They'd been gone for a week, travelling around Texas, and Ryan and I would talk every night before bed, about everything and nothing, just savoring the time we had together.

After a while I turned I headed to bed, alone. I never slept well while Ryan was gone and I couldn't wait until he was back so I could sleep through the night again, Ryan lying on me like weighted blanket, arms around my waist while my fingers tangled in his hair where his head rested on my chest.

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(Ryan's POV)

"So someone actually threw panties on the stage?"

"I swear to God, Y/N. The Houston show was great. I think you're gonna be really - surprised - by everything that happened." I laughed, running my fingers over my scalp.

"I can't wait. We'll order some pizza when you get home, okay? And maybe after, I'll do that thing you like."

I rolled my eyes at our inside joke, knowing that ' that think I like' is just her running her fingers through my hair while we lie in bed. It took everything I had to act like normal and not let her know that we wouldn't be doing that for a while.

I hadn't told her that Matt and I shaved our heads at the Houston show. For all she knew, my hair was still the shaggy shoulder length mop it'd been since we started dating. Part of me worried about how she would react, but the bigger part of me knew that it wouldn't take her long to get over it. That's what it hoped anyway.

"Sounds good, Babe. I'll see you on Saturday."

"I love you, Ry."

"Love you too, Y/N."

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I walked into our apartment Saturday afternoon and dropped my bag by the front door. Lego exited the bedroom to check what the noise was before realizing it was me and running in to lick my face.

"Hey, buddy." I laughed, moving my head to try and avoid the slobber I knew was inevitable. "Did you miss me?" I scratched his back before standing. "Where's Y/N, huh Lego?"

Walking into the bedroom I found her laying on my side of the bed, deep in sleep, made obvious by the loud snores she let out, not that she'd ever admit that.

I walked in, slipping my shoes and jacket off, and slid into the bed next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and burying my head in her neck, pressing light kisses.

The snoring stopped as she glanced over as much as she could, startled before she realized it was me and turning back to her original position.

"Hey, you're back." She mumbled sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Half past two. What are you still doing in bed?"

"Mmm- I had to work closing last night, I didn't get home until 3:30 this morning."

Frowning I lifted my head from her neck and kissed her cheek, rubbing her back.

"I hate you working those long hours. You know you don't have to work, right?" I was lucky enough that my career allowed me to provide comfortably for the both of us, and I really did hate seeing how tired her job made her sometimes, and wanted her to know I'd take care of her.

"Yeah, I know." She turned to cuddle into my chest. "We can still order pizza later, but since you're already here..." she trailed off, running her hand to the back of my neck where she would usually find hair.

"Ry?" She opened her eyes, sitting up and looking at me, eyes widening after realizing my lack of hair. "What did you do?"

Sitting up I leaned against the headboard.

"Remember how I told you that the Houston show was crazy?"

"Your hair is gone Ry. I don't understand - Why?" She reached her hand up to feel the fuzz covering my head.

"If I said we were just trying to keep things fresh, would you accept that for an answer?"

"You didn't have a reason?"

"..No.."

After a moment of silence and running her fingers across my buzzed scalp she finally spoke.

"I mean, I guess I could get used to it, but you couldn't have warned me? Fucking hell, Ryan. You gotta warn a girl, I loved your hair."

"Yeah, well you love me without it too, right?" I said, grinning as I reached forward to grab her waist.

Her arms wrapped around my neck. "Yeah, I guess you're alright."

"I promise I won't cut it again for a while, okay?" I offered, pulling her closer into a kiss.

"You won't have anything to cut for a while. But okay, just keep me informed this time."

"Sure, I'll just give you a buzz." I laughed.

"Nope, you're done." she smirked, pushing away and lying back down, pulling me with her.

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I need y’all to know this song shaped the ending of this fic and the fact that’s a CHRISTIAN song haunts me -Danny

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xxxvi: Settling Scores

Kraven had to be sedated before they could take him away. Fury and Agent Ross showed up to complete the task, now that Harley was awake, he'd been able to call for backup.

"What happened?" Cat scowled as she and Kurt mended the few bruises and scratches he had. "This was unlike you, Harley, didn't you say you took precautions?"

"I did! But he was crazy fast, Cat. He killed half of my people in like a minute, knocked me out in less than a second. I don't know how you could fight him alone..."

"I wasn't alone," Cat smiled up at the others, who were explaining who Kraven was to Fury and Ross. "My team was looking after me."

When Cat spotted the black man approaching, her posture straightened out of habit, she almost blurted out a "Hi, sir." But clenched her jaw before any sound could come out. She thought he'd be mad, she'd shown up here and there doing whatever she wanted for years, but to her surprise, Fury chortled.

"If it isn't Miss I'm-no-hero!" He taunted her, the most striking part about him was that he no longer wore an eyepatch. "How's that working for you?"

Cat felt terribly self-conscious about the logo on her back. "Alright, yeah, I might've spoken too soon..."

"No shit!" He raised a brow. "Imagine my surprise when I heard that little country prince had been saved by Copycat and her team of young Avengers!"

Cat grumbled her response like an angry kid. "What's it to ya? You're not the boss anymore..."

"So you'll be the leader?" Fury pressed, his smile evaporating. "You can provide transport, weaponry, and contacts?"

Her brows furrowed. "Maybe."

"Maybe!" He let out a short, dry laugh. "Eyes up, agent!"

Cat obeyed. She groaned, scolding herself for having such a quick response. "What?"

Fury eyed her with amusement, Cat had always been impertinent, he enjoyed seeing her eat her words. The man reached to shake her hand. "I look forward to working together, Copycat."

Cat stared at his hand, she shook it firmly and spoke in a wary voice. "Yeah... I guess."

He glanced over her shoulder at Spider-man and the rest. "That your whole team?"

Cat responded with certainty this time. "No, just the Hawkeye."

"What about the rest?" Fury scowled.

"They're just my friends," she shrugged. "This concerned Nightcrawler too, so he came here to put an end to this. Spider-man's just a good guy, he likes to be helpful."

The man glanced at the other mutant. "Why is he not on your team? Heard he's good."

"He's not here to stay." Cat smiled, her eyes a little dejected as she spoke.

"Keep an eye on him either way. Do you have recruits in line?"

"A few," she nodded. "But don't meddle with that, I'll take care of 'em."

"What about the compound?"

Cat gestured at the mansion. "You're looking at it."

The man huffed, might've been a laugh, but she wasn't sure. "Is that right?"

She smirked. "If you can get someone who can make it happen, I guess it is."

Fury groaned. "Always getting me in trouble..."

"Wouldn't be me otherwise," Cat joked.

Fury said he'd look into it, he and Agent Ross left with Kraven numbed and handcuffed. Kurt approached her hesitantly. "We need to talk..."

"You're leaving," she didn't meet his eyes, still looking at the black vehicle that was driving away. "To become a Guardian."

Her friend stared at her carefully. "Who told you?"

"I kind of guessed it, when I heard you talking with Rocket," she sighed. "You called him 'Boss' and 'Captain', which means you're working with him again."

Kurt drew out his blaster and started tinkering with it. "Out in space, no one bats an eye when I walk into a room. I'm normal, handsome, even... It feels right. "

"I think you're handsome—"

"You know what I mean," he pressed. "You met a mutant that lives underwater, not so long ago. You said he proved to you that we can do anything... so I'm doing it. I'm reaching for the stars."

The thought of Kurt living galaxies away made her soft, but not for the reason she'd expected. Cat was happy for him, and very proud. "I knew this would happen," she said. "When we met I promised you a good life in space... and you used to love it there, I never forgot."

"I love being here as well," he shrugged, "it's not bad, it's just..."

"It's not for you," she pushed. "Your real family's out there. Apart from me, the Guardians were the first group of people who loved you, I understand why you want to be with them."

"But you'll always be my best friend," Kurt said hoarsely.

Cat teared up, yet she did her best to smile. "We're soulmates, Kurt. Nothing's gonna change that."

They hugged as if trying to suffocate each other. It felt weird, knowing they were parting ways. No more team-ups unless they faced a Thanos 2.0, and if she was honest, she hoped that would never happen.

Maybe he'd visit, maybe he'd call, but they would never spend time like this again, and it wasn't bad, but it made her feel uneasy. Cat broke the hug and cleaned her nose, Kurt dried his tear-stained face.

Kate approached with worry. "You okay, guys?"

"Kurt's leaving," her lip started quivering again. "I need a moment..."

She walked away while Kurt explained everything to their friend, what he'd decided to do now that everything was over. Cat had barely controlled her crying when Spidey approached and tapped her shoulder.

"What?" She asked quietly.

"There's something you should know..."

"Oh man, what now?" She complained, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"Please, don't get mad," Peter groaned, pressing his hands over his masked face. "Maybe it's not a good idea..."

"Just say it, Webs," Cat sniffed. "I can take it."

She was trying to be brave, considering she most certainly could not take any more. Peter hesitated, but in the end, even if she couldn't, he had to do it. "Parker's not gone, he's in my apartment. He wants me to go to his universe with him so I can take the beeper back once he gets there."

Cat stared at him. "Oh my god," she breathed. Parker would leave forever because he thought Cat didn't care, that she didn't like him. He was right, Cat didn't like him. She loved him.

It came down on her overwhelmingly fast. That feeling of despair was longing, the fear she felt when he was around her was only a rush of expectation. It was her brain asking many questions at once.

Can I do this?

Can I be happy?

Do I deserve it?

Is it real?

"He can't go," she said, more to herself than to her friend. "Not like this."

"I thought the same," Peter's voice brightened. "What are you waiting for, C?"

All this time, the ticking in her head had been three words in disguise.

Is this real?

Every time she lost the sources of joy in her life, those thoughts pestered her relentlessly. But Parker was real still, she hadn't lost him yet. He'd looked into the darkest parts of her soul and treated them with respect and understanding since the start, and even knowing all she could be, he'd stayed.

Cat gave Peter a brief hug. "Tell the others I'll see them tomorrow— Make sure Harley is truly okay and tell Kurt he can't leave without saying goodbye!"

"Will do!"

She sprinted out of there, the mutant heard the others shouting her name but before any of them could reach her she teleported to Peter's apartment.

The place was empty, the sun was going down, and she was panicking a little. What if Parker decided to leave and destroy the beeper in his universe?

No, the beeper was a gift, she didn't think he'd have the heart to break it. Cat copied Matt's ability and heard a heartbeat on the rooftop: young and anxious.

She stormed out of the apartment, went upstairs jumping two steps at a time, and quickly reached the rooftop access. Cat tugged the door open struggling to breathe, everything seemed to be moving fast and dreadfully slow at the same time.

"Peter Parker!" Her eyes spotted the young man standing at the opposite end of the roof. He turned to her, confused.

"What the—" he never got to finish the question, because Cat rushed to his encounter, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him as if her life depended on it. Her hand went up to his hair keeping him in place.

Parker's hands found their way around, one settled on her waist and the other on her cheek. He reciprocated so eagerly that Cat's knees buckled. Peter kept her steady. "I—" she was cut short by his lips, then tried to speak without moving away. "I...mmove... u."

"What?" He pulled away to breathe just a second, his eyes remained closed as he leaned down once more, searching for her mouth blindly.

Cat positioned both hands on his shoulders, she needed him to hear her as clearly as possible. "I love you. I couldn't let you go thinking I didn't care. Peter, I want you so badly it makes me look stupid."

"You hate looking stupid," he replied in awe.

"I don't care anymore," she shook her head, breathing heavily. "Kurt said he'll reach for the stars, and if he's brave enough to leave this place, then I should too."

Parker's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"I've been too comfortable in my misery," she sulked. "It's a type of pain I know how to handle... and I've met people who make me want to be better but you... you make me better. That scared me. There is always a chance to fall back to rock bottom when you're good."

"I'm scared too," Parker cupped her face tenderly. "But you're worth the risk. And I want to be worthy of you. Even if it hurts, or if you're scared. Even if you can't promise to stay forever. You are worth trying for," he emphasized his last sentence. "So, please, let us try."

Cat let out an incredulous laugh at how certain he sounded, she was overwhelmed. "But I'm... I'm so hard to keep, Peter..."

"That just means you're human," his brows furrowed. "Doesn't mean you don't deserve to be happy. I know you don't know what to call yourself outside that suit, but you wanna know who you are to me?" He leaned his forehead on hers, voice tender. "The whole package."

Cat's eyes softened. "It's a package with a lot of mistakes, though..." she replied, though no longer trying to argue against him.

"Everyone makes mistakes," he shrugged, Peter didn't seem tired of hearing the same response over and over, he was willing to repeat himself too. "And if somebody doesn't, they aren't trying at all. The beautiful part is that we keep learning, we can always get better. Your mistakes are just a part of who you're meant to be, but I don't see them as something unforgivable, only things that make you a real person."

Tears started spilling down her face and onto his thumbs, she held his wrists gently. "What if that's not enough to keep us together?"

"We have so much to experience, so many dreams to accomplish, and people to meet... we'll get hurt, Cat, we don't know why or how much... but I rather live through that with you, than never see you again. The life we could live is worth being a little afraid. And I love that. I love you."

Cat leaned in for another kiss, not as passionate as before, just enough to feel him close again. "Have you considered starting a career as a poet?" She said with a shaky voice. "I think you'd make more money than by working as a scientist..."

"Shut up," He chuckled, his smile only getting bigger. "I know what you're trying to do, but I won't let you ruin the moment. Let me have it," his doe eyes gazed down at her as he brushed her nose with his. "I have to go back, don't I?" He said, pouting a little. "I can't take you away... I won't do that to you."

"I may have a way of fixing your problem," she said, starting to come up with one of her outside-the-box plans. "It might be nonsense, though... can you stay one more day?"

"Probably not," he shook his head, biting his lip to try and stop smiling. It wasn't working. "But I bet we'll have fun if I do."

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