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eddie x reader
a follow up to this prompt by @rebelfell
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tw: angst, smut, minors fuck off pls teasing? is that a trigger idk.
“we need to talk.” the conversation we’ve been waiting for after you catch your best friend getting head finally unfolds
“We need to talk.”
Your blood ran cold, ice in your veins it was practically prickling your skin. The heat on your cheeks bloomed and your gut quaked at the sight of him, covered.
Play dumb! It’ll work!
“I , m-mean, now?— like right now? You have cum- company! a guest— we can talk later, yeah?”
The stuttering, calmly hands and the sweat gathered under your arms— you were a one woman walking circus, missing the clown nose.
“Why are you being so weird?” He leans into your doorframe, tattooed arms cross over his broad and glistening chest.
The flush still in his cheeks almost brought you to your knees, but it was the single flick of his tongue on his lips that had you melting and wishing he had licked your lips instead. Fuck.
“… besides, you already interrupted my guest, so she left—”
Your ears perk up at the mention of said whore leaving your apartment, and your eyelashes bat open, “she left? Why?”
Eddie huffs and puts his tongue in his cheek like he can’t believe you’re being so stupid.
“Cut the shit, okay? Will you just be an adult for a second?”
The smile on your lips falls and you take a step back towards your bed setting your keys down on the nightstand. The silence is anything but quiet. The energy was chaotic and shooting like daggers much like Eddie’s eyes into yours.
“Well?” he asks dramatically, raising his eyebrows to try to get you to speak.
Play dumb— it’s working!
“Well what?” you muse innocently.
“What the fuck was that?” Eddie spits, any softness he brought into this situation had fizzled—dead at the door.
“I—”
“Forget how to knock?”
“No—”
“Suuuure, you just thought you’d what? Barge in, ignoring our code?”
“I didn’t—-there was no hot water! You forgot to pay the water bill!”
“That’s not how water bills work.”
You stand stunned— mouth open to argue but nothing will even come out.
“It’s the water heater for this shitheap building that’s out— if you don’t believe that I paid the bill—call the water company yourself.”
“…oh.” your voice is small, quiet almost unheard.
“Wow, really great apology.”
“Oh relax! Just call her back and explain it was a mistake, who cares? She shouldn’t be so uptight.”
Eddie is fuming, blood rushing to his head as he tries not to yell out right. But fuck you were being so difficult.
“Ya know… I didn’t say shit when you had Harrington tied to your bed posts and you couldn’t undo the knots— did I? Nope—not a fucking word, I just cut him loose and acted like nothing ever happened!”
You wince, who knew knots were that hard to unlace?
“That was different!”
“Or the multiple times I caught the fuckin’ Chief slipping out of your room at 5 AM? I even bummed him a cigarette for his morning coffee!”
Your jaw hung to the floor, you didn’t know Eddie had any idea that you’d been sleeping with Hopper.
“So? What—we’re just airing out dirty laundry now?” you could be venomous too, your rattle sounding off ready to strike.
“How many months did you try gettin’ into Mary’s pants before you dumped her because she’s married to Jesus Christ her Lord & Savior? Her name is Mary for fucks sake! Not hard!”
His face pulls to anger, “don’t be a bitch!”
“And where’s Gareth? Never see him around anymore, maybe it’s because you ran over his d—.”
“That was an accident! I honked and he never moved!”
“He was deaf Eddie!” you yell back into his face, “or! How about the time I had to pick you up from the Hideout because you got so drunk you pissed your pants?”
“That was YOU!”
The two of you were standing nose to nose, shouting accusing each other of shit that didn’t even matter. Eddie had your back and you’d have his until the end. Cradle to the grave.
But this was different, you weren’t fighting like siblings or friends, you were both screaming as if you were in pain.
He’s the first to move, shaking his head and turning towards the door. when he speaks his voice is low, angry.
“When my door is shut don’t open it—turn your ass around and fuck off, got it?”
His words split your skin, vining through your body like sharp thorns. The hot spill of tears were welling in your eyes.
“Sorry to bother you, asshole— won’t happen again.”
He’s on the opposite side when you slam your door in his face. The rain brewed and stewed and finally was ready to fall from the clouds in your eyes.
Why were you acting like this?
Grabbing your keys you set to leave again, needing an escape so he couldn’t hear your wailing cries. But again— when you opened the door, he was still standing there, only this time he looked pissed.
“Move.”
He brushes you off as if he didn’t even hear you, “enough.”
“Eddie, get out of the way!”
“Do you know how many nights I listened to you fake it for this fuckheads?” How long
I’ve waited for you to admit it?”
He shuts your door behind him as he pushes his way inside.
“Admit what?”
“C’mon, baby— we haven’t been friends for a long time, not really.”
You’re confused and on the verge of tears, “what?!”
Eddie presses forward, head tilted down at you.
“Those douchebags you bring here can’t handle you the way I know you need…coming home to see their boots by the front door makes me absolutely despise you.”
“Who gives a shit? I trip over skanky high heels sometimes too.”
You were missing the point he was trying to make, way over your head.
“Never satisfied when they leave…that little vibrator in the top drawer is not as quiet as you think it is.”
You were throbbing, aching… how did he know?
He inches forward, and you double back towards the door.
“I—”
“Pretty little moans on your lips just minutes after they leave…‘m not stupid sweetheart, I know you do it on purpose— parading around the apartment in your little shorts, never wearing a bra… you’re a tease.”
He wasn’t right. He couldn’t be! Right?
“I hate you, Eddie.”
He stalks forward like a predator eyeing its prey, a stupid smirk on his face.
“No— No I don’t think you do. I think you’re so fucking wound up about me, jealous... It’s alright, I get it. I bury myself in bitches so you’ll get out of my head.”
He takes a ragged breath, his eyes pitch dark, and your back hits the door, he closes in around you, his arms on either side of your head.
“I fucking hate you, princess. I hate that it doesn’t work.. you’ve made me jealous for too fucking long.”
Your body was screaming, angel and devil on your shoulder dancing and holding hands rooting you on.
“H-how long?”
His hand falls to your chin, pulling down your bottom lip.
“Senior year. Hellfire. You laughed at one of Jeff’s stupid fucking jokes and my blood ran cold. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at him. That was just the first time I realized I wanted you.”
You shudder, fingers running along his chest, playing with the chain on his neck, “why not say anything?”
“Didn’t wanna ruin this.”
His lips nearly touch yours, he’s leaning in so close. And you don’t pull away.
“I think it’s pretty clear that our friendship is over, Eddie. I fucking hate you.”
“I hate you, too sweetheart.”
The tension is thick, spinning with bated breath and sexual desire.
“So, we hate each other?”
“Yep.” Eddie muses, angling your chin so he can see your neck.
“…and we aren’t friends?”
He nods silently, pressing his nose to your cheek, “seems to be that way.”
“You’ve ruined everything.”
“Good,” he all but whispers into your ear.
“..a perfectly good pair of underwear.”
His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips. “Can’t have that.”
“No, not at all,” you tease, thumbing at your waistband and letting your shorts hit the floor.
He steps back to examine you with wide eyes, letting them narrow as he bites his lip, looking you dead in the eyes.
“I’m gonna fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.”
Pulling him back into you by his chain necklace you ask centimeters from his lips, tasting the heat from his mouth, “what are you waiting for?”
He takes a deep breath, hovering his mouth over yours, “nothing, not anymore.”
His tongue hits you first, electric like an eel on your lips, his breath hot as fire. You moan out when his hands grip your ass, pulling you into him with such force you could have toppled over.
Eddie is loud too. Groaning with each swipe of your tongue against his.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, baby.”
His dick is pressed into your middle, hard and kicking up as your hands reach into his hair, pulling you closer to him as if he were a rope and you were climbing a mountain.
He pulls you away from the door to get a quick slap to your ass. Rough and hard and you’re mewling, his rings stinging your skin.
Your lips close to his ear you whisper “Eddie… please.”
He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck.
“You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you whatever you need, however many times you want it, honey.”
His fingers dip into your waistband around your hips as he slides your panties down to your thighs. “Let me see that cunt, show me what I did to you.”
You step out of your panties and he lowers himself to the floor on bent knees. “Jesus Christ, look how pretty she is, ‘m gonna eat this pussy till you cum all over my face.”
You nod dumbly, body on fire from his words, the lust of having his hands touch you in places he never had, places you dreamt he would, has your mind spinning.
His bangs tickle your inner thighs, breath fanning on your clit, thumbs spreading you open. He sucks in a breath, whistling low.
A single flick of his tongue— that’s all it takes for your eyes to roll, for your back to bend in an arch like you were being exorcized of hell’s worst demons. Your fingernails scratching into the door trying to anchor yourself from grinding on his face until his nose broke.
He spits, watching it drip down to your cunt, “don’t ask me to stop.”
Diving in, his tongue is everywhere. Lapping you up, sucking your clit into his mouth. Swirling around like you would while eating an ice cream cone. Your chest heaves and your thighs tremble as he hooks one over his shoulder pressing into him and he gently pushes it back into place, his eyes never leaving your body.
When it happens again, he shoves it down with force, nipping at one of your thighs, his lips shiny and wet he groans, “keep ‘em put.”
The tip of his middle finger pushes into you, and you squeak out a gasp, leaning forward off the door to take a look at him, and he nearly laughs, “jesus, you’re tight sweetheart, gonna need to work you up a bit.”
He smiles before attaching his mouth to your thigh, sucking a bruise as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a second that’s easier than the first. Your body rolls with his motions, pushing back against him and you know your orgasm is about to snap.
His tongue replaces his fingers and the heat in your stomach releases, untying the white knot and spilling over his lips as you scream out his name.
“Thatta girl, fuck look at you, Christ.”
Your eyes open, a strange drunk feeling taking over, as if you were high on a cloud and falling gracefully back to the earth. Opening to see the blackened eyes of the guy you’ve called your best friend for years, and if you would have known his tongue could do that, maybe you would have ruined this friendship a lot sooner.
“Fuck off Munson,” you mutter, out of breath as your foot gently sets on the ground.
“What?” he laughs.
“Just keeping the fact that you eat pussy better than the devil all to yourself huh? Selfish.”
His face splits into a grin laced with evil as he stands, licking his lips, “that’s not all I can do.”
He’s on you in a flash, hoising you up into his arms, and using the other to hastily shove his boxers down. “Can’t go back after this.”
“Oh this is the tipping point? Fucking is gonna ruin it not you just making going down on me?”
He rolls his eyes as he lines himself up with you, “what happened to that sweet girl I used to chase in the trailer park, huh?”
You reach around your legs and grab his thick cock and lightly sink down onto it the head barely pushing past your puffy lips, “fuck…met a boy who grew up and started selling weed out of his van, kind of an asshole, really big dick though.”
He thrusts up into you so hard you nearly see black, vision spotty from pleasure alone, you whine his name and he practically comes undone.
“Don’t.. shit… don’t do that, I won’t last. Those noises haunt me… been wanting to hear them.”
He holds you tight and fucks you slowly, dragging his cock at a ridiculously slow speed. Groaning when you suck him in deep, biting his neck.
“There it is, the noise that started this whole mess.”
He grins into you stupidly, “I’m glad you’re perverted plan worked, you little hussy.”
His hips move faster and your both whining, accompanied by the slapping of skin on skin. “Water heaters’ been out since last week, ‘m not stupid babe, you’re the one who called and asked.”
“Whoops— oh my goddd,” you squeal before you're panting like a dog and clawing his arms with your nails, he was splitting you wide open and you were near to tears.
The tears finally fall when Eddie bottoms out in your cunt, filling you up, grunting your name as he rests his forehead to your shoulder— completely spent.
His lips kiss your collar bone and you twirl a curl away from his face exhausted around his softening length.
“Princess,” he breathes, kissing life back into himself with the sweat from your skin, “if you wanted to fuck, you should have told me sooner, could have saved us a week of cold showers, y’know?”
You kissed his lips, letting him set you down on the bed so you could both lay back in a lazy post sex high, surrounded by your blankets.
“Well maybe you should have fixed it sooner, you are the maintenance manager of the building.”
Eddie grins and pins you onto the mattress, his hair falling into your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheeks to catch a rogue eyelash, “come with me to fix it?”
“Hmm..” fingers moving his hair behind his ear, “you gonna wear that slutty stained white tank top?”
“Slutty? Why, gonna seduce me in the boiler room?” his lips move down your neck and you whimper.
“Maybe…” you tease tickling his underarm, “so if I wouldn’t have barged into your room… what else would you have done?”
Eddie only smiles, thinking of his plan to “break” the air conditioner and hide your hoodies and blankets so you’d have to come to him for warmth.
“Let’s just say, you would have ended up as my girl one way or another.”
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Celebrity Crush|| Slytherin Boys
type :: fluff
tw/cw :: suggestive jokes (all)
contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire
summary :: you're either friends or enemies and they see you freaking out over your celebrity, making them jealous. they search them up only to find out that the celebrity looks almost exactly like them
alternative :: your celebrity crush looks nothing like them
DRACO (enemies)
Your group just watched the newest movie that came out
Ever since then, you couldn’t stop gushing about how hot the villain was
Although the villain was an awful person, you still went on rants about how fine he is
Your friends kept laughing at how out of pocket your jokes were
“I can fix him I swear, just give me a chance” you grieved as if someone died
"I'm gonna get on all fours and start hitting my chest like a gorilla if he keeps looking this fine" you said with passion, not scared of the whole school hearing you
Draco, despite not wanting to say it, was extremely jealous as he gripped his fork extra hard as he heard you
He was a dick, why didn’t you like him? Maybe he wasn’t hot enough? He’s always been slightly insecure about his appearance
The second lunch ended, he ran to the bathroom and secretly looked up the actor
But as he looked at him… he realized he wasn’t too far off from the actor
Their faces were almost completely different but, they both had short bright blonde hair, cold blue eyes, always wore green, and had similar body types
From seeing that, he smirked to himself and got an ego boost
He goes to sleep with a fat ass grin on his face
He won’t directly say the actor looks like him, but he’ll know it deep down
TOM (friends)
Although Tom could stand being around you, he wished he could mute you out
You two were studying together in his room
Or… he was studying while you kept replaying the same edit of some random celebrity
“He could take my eggs and eat it like skittles”
Tom has literally killed and tortured people but he still widened his eyes slightly at your comment
He felt a small bit of jealousy, but he wasn’t sure if it was because he was scared of losing his only friend or because he liked you
(It’s because he likes you but he’s not that emotionally aware)
Tom has always been nosy, so he tilted slightly to see your phone
That’s when he saw a man with pale skin, brown eyes, and wavy brown hair
But beside those basic attributes, he also had the same nose as him along with a resting bitch face
He doesn’t show it, but on the inside he felt much calmer
It gave him a small sense of hope that maybe one day, he could actually be seen as attractive by someone
No one has ever confessed or even liked Tom romantically throughout his whole life due to his insane hobbies
He sleeps a little bit better with the thought that maybe someone could like him
And he really hopes it’s you :)
MATTHEO (enemies) (I made this so long on accident... whoops)
You two clash constantly due to Mattheo’s class clown behavior and your goody-two-shoes attitude
He was always cracking mean jokes and bullying your friend group since you were kinda nerdy
You despised him and have beaten his ass multiple times (with magic) but he still doesn’t learn his lesson
But that's mainly because he thinks it's hot when you beat his ass and yell at him
Once again, he was walking towards your group to pick on you guys once more, especially you
But that’s when he heard you freak out over some random character
At first he thought it was just some lame anime character, that's how you usually are
But when you start showing your friends the photo-card in the back of your phone, he realizes it’s a real person
Instantly, he's pissed and jealous of a stupid piece of paper
He stalks you until you repeat the celebrities' name so he can google him and ruin his career
But once he looks up the idol, he sees that he also has dark curly hair with deep brown eyes
He actually researches and tries to learn about the idol more so he can take note on what you like
That's when he learns that the idol is known as a funny and protective person, just like him
He giggles to himself and decides to be insanely cocky
He prints out a photo of himself in the same pose as the idol, rounds the corners, and even puts his own signature on the back
The next day, he hands it to you and is smirking to himself
But... surprisingly... you didn't know it wasn't the idol????
You smiled widely and freak out, you thank him and quickly put it in the back of your phone case
From that, he smiles insanely widely. Not only at how cute you were from freaking out, but by also knowing he's on the back of your phone without you even knowing
THEODORE (friends)
He's always known you were a fangirl but it was normally for weird things
You've had a few celebrity crushes over the years, but it's never been this extreme before
"GOD I WANNA LIVE IN HIS TOILET!!!" You shouted as you stared at a photo of the celebrity
Theo never understood how people got so attached but he was curious
How hot was this guy for you to like him THIS much? and why was he so jealous?
Theo has always been confident in his looks since he pulls bitches left and right
But, for some reason, he's suddenly strongly craving your validation
He asks you to show him the celebrity, only to see an almost exact clone of himself
Light fluffy brown hair, green eyes that were the same shape as his, thick brows, and a strong jaw
Theo smiles lightly and shakes his head, you perceived it as him making fun of your crush
You hide your phone from him and proceed to watch a pile of edits of this man on loop
Although he didn't get the hype of being a fangirl, he supported this one
He researches the celebrity during his free time and tries to become more like him slightly
Of course, he doesn't change anything drastically
But he might get the same shirt or shoes as him
LORENZO (rivals?) (can you tell he's my favorite?)
You and Lorenzo were constantly at the top of your charms class within the entire school
Both of you have constantly gone head to head with each other just to compete for first place, only to tie for it together
There was no hatred or extreme feelings, just a fun rivalry that was oddly flirtatious at times
While you were in the library with a few friends studying, you suddenly start slamming your fist on the desk
Lorenzo was often in the library in order to check out new books to read in order to beat you
He looked over, worried that something bad happened
But all he saw was you on the floor, as if you melted, with your phone held high showcasing a man
He was curious as to how you got to the floor so fast despite banging on the table only 2 seconds ago, but he didn't care
Many people in the school shipped you and Lorenzo, but you both always denied it in order to not make it awkward
But, Lorenzo has liked you for ages. Despite that fact that he's a fuckboy, he would give up everything just to kiss you
"I would save his nail clippings and make a necklace out of it" You said in a harsh whisper that made all your friends hold back a laugh
Lorenzo was shocked, he's never seen you be so vulgar
He felt slightly hurt, not only by the fact that you were freaking out over some celebrity but also because he's never seen you act like this with him
"The things I would do for this man is un-ex-plain-a-ble" You aggressively whispered as you slammed your fist on the desk again
The librarian came around and told your whole group to shut up, which made Lorenzo happy
He decided to do his usual routine, he walked up to you and flicked you on the head as a joking gesture
You wince and hold your forehead, that's when he looks at your phone and sees the name of the celebrity
He repeats the name over and over and over and OVER in his head until he gets to his dorm and instantly searches him up on his phone
That's when he sees how similar he is to the celebrity
At first, he was doubting it since he didn't want to be cocky
But he told Theo and Theo instantly agreed, saying the celebrity looks just like him
Sharp jawline and cheekbones, fair skin, soft light brown hair, brown eyes, and even the same body build
He smiled to himself, feeling a bit of self love for himself from seeing how similar he is to your favorite celebrity
He's always been slightly insecure of his body build due to most of the guys in Hogwarts being buff as shit while Lorenzo was slightly more lean
But seeing the celebrity be called the heart-throb of the year made him really happy
After he knows all of this, he's much more confident around you and even finds subtle ways to bring up how he knows your type
Uses this as evidence against you to make you blush during petty arguments
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Pick a Pile: What's an Insecurity You Need to Confront?
Disclaimer: tarot readings are not replacements for professional advice! Take what resonates; don't force a reading to fit. Readings are based on current energy; your future's in your hands. For this reading I used a recolored Smith-Waite, the Osho Zen tarot, and the Oracle of the Radiant Sun.
pile 1⋆pile 2
pile 3⋆pile 4
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Pile 1:
What’s the insecurity?: hi pile one! You seem to have interests that aren’t very socially accepted. You could like things considered “nerdy, childish, cringe, or weird.” Some of you feel like you’re a frivolous or immature person. You may also feel this way about your friend group or job. There’s some sense of awkwardness, embarrassment, or shame about the things that fulfill you. This may be a career that others don’t take seriously—like the arts—or something really niche like being a clown. However, I see most of you still try to pursue what feels right despite others’ pressure.
Why do you feel this way?: I feel you’re wrapped up in how others perceive you. You may fear being shunned, ostracized, and alone. Some of you have already experienced that level of loneliness before, so you don’t want to be pushed out again. You could be or have been the friend who feels least important, like the one who gets pushed off a sidewalk while everyone else walks side by side. Many of you have social anxiety; you could feel like everyone is staring at you or get easily embarrassed.
Current method of dealing with this: you like to take your mind off your insecurities and emotions as fast as possible. When you feel judged, you change the topic really fast, like by making a joke. You might blurt out something you didn’t really mean to redirect attention, like making a joke at someone else’s expense. Your constant flight or fight pushes you towards impulsiveness, and flip-flopping between embarrassment and defensiveness. This could take a physical toll, like feeling very tired after socializing. A few people in this group could’ve been bullies to deflect from their own issues (though others of you were on the receiving end).
Advice for healing: reflecting on how projections create shame is beneficial. When we judge ourselves, we feel everyone else is judging us too. When others judge us unfairly, they’re projecting something from inside themselves outwards. We can stay trapped in a cycle of shame where everyone is unhappy, or accept that we deserve happiness in our harmless interests. By taking a different perspective of your fears instead of accepting them as the full story, you can leave thought patterns you no longer align with. For those who often say things they regret, there’s emphasis on thinking before you speak, and working through thoughts before projecting them outwards. A few of you are entering a new community that will be a great opportunity to work on this. If you were drawn to pile 2 I encourage you to check it out!
Extra details: a bench (especially green), staring, golf carts, driving, dancing, physically active, excitable/hyperactive, bubbly, theater kid, geeky, black hair, cringe culture, shy, fandoms, the comedian/funny friend, always smiling, secret/hidden life, bullying, travel/moving, leaving friends, feeling dumb, fake persona, panic, school friends, college, dorms, fairies (fairly odd parents?), Are We Friends or Not by Zeph
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Pile 2 [TW abuse/childhood abuse]:
What’s the insecurity?: hi pile two! You guys may feel insecure or struggle in what you want to do with your life. You may feel stuck in “analysis paralysis;” constantly ruminating over all the possibilities but never reaching a conclusion. If you compare yourselves to others, it might seem like you’re going very slow in life, a late bloomer, have no solid plan, or like you’re regressing. Some of you struggle with a heavy past, like major childhood trauma that contributes to your present feelings.
Why do you feel this way?: you have a lot of thoughts in your head that pull you every which way. You might have an inkling of what you want to do, but you get caught in the planning versus the doing. Some of you are stuck between choosing something lucrative or something more purposeful. There are also opinions from others that are confusing you. A few of you have imposter syndrome about a new opportunity, and another few are having problems at a job which is pushing them away.
Current method of dealing with this: this pile seems to deal with it by not dealing with it lol. You want to make the perfect choice so much that you either don’t make any decision or you turn away from what you like. The latter is specific to some of you that have already chosen a more material-focused path but still feel indecisive. However, I don’t feel like you guys are living in an illusion; you’re aware of your situation and the different aspects. You may enjoy the position you’re in despite the insecurity. For example, if you don’t have a job right now, you could enjoy the free schedule. You may like still being taken care of by your family and not having to work. Or, you could enjoy the potential of having many possibilities and not fully committing.
Advice for healing: you need to take a serious look at what you want out of life, what’s important to YOU and not society or others. This includes being more selective with the perceptions and advice you consider; you might also need to be more selective with who’s in your circle. Are there people in your energy who are only there for themselves? Are you maybe a bit too free with sharing your plans and ideas with just everyone? Find out who and what makes you feel fulfilled and empowered. If you also felt drawn to pile 1 I encourage you to look it over!
Extra details: looking for a job or between jobs, optimism, eagerness, vests, libraries, plants, round glasses/brown glasses, light brown hair (especially a bob), quiet or shy kid (some of you outgrew it), teacher’s assistant, childhood trauma or abuse, masculine or androgynous look, horror (the genre), drawing, pop music (some of you love ariana grande 🤨), drag, job opportunities, meditation, overthinking, inner demons, nickelodeon, moving, being busy, lack mindset
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Pile 3 [TW mental illness, substance abuse]:
What’s the insecurity?: hi pile threes! Is everything all right?? You guys have an indecisive energy like pile 2, but it feels philosophical instead of material. The insecurity is life itself. You could be having an existential crisis or existential anxiety. You don’t know your purpose or why you’re here, and this creates a stagnant but chaotic feeling inside. Some of you don’t want to be here. Another part of this “insecurity” is that you don’t share this struggle with most. Because others can’t comprehend what you’re going through, it’s isolating. This pile could be very disappointed with how society and survival works, and don’t want to put their energy into the broken system.
Why do you feel this way?: This group has pressure from themselves and others to be successful and “well-adjusted.” To achieve, move forward, and at least appear “normal.” There’s a great internal struggle happening and the pressure to keep up appearances adds to the stress. Mental health issues feel very significant for this pile. You may still conform to so-called normal life while feeling ready to snap.
Current method of dealing with this: most of this pile puts a lot of energy into keeping up the image. There’s a split self where the external you and internal you are living two different lives. You may like to hang out with friends a lot and focus on their lives instead of your own. Your friend group or the activities you do together seem to be filled with gossip, drama, or other excitement that distracts you from what’s going on. I also see a big struggle with overindulgence or addiction. There’s a sense of feeling out of it during the day and then coming alive at night; you might like to stay up or go out really late. Some of you also use partners to fill the void.
Advice for healing: there’s an extremely strong emphasis on removing yourself from people who no longer align with you. There could be a few people or places that always “enable” you to make choices you regret, or always bring drama and toxicity into your life. Specific people in this pile are in a romantic relationship that makes them feel very unhappy. The advice is to reflect on what takes peace from your life and what you can do to protect yourself from toxicity. If you use relationships to never face yourself, you can re-evaluate the energy you put into them. Some time has to be spent with the self to see what the self wants and needs (if you’re drawn to meditation it can be helpful). I highly encourage everyone who wants or needs them to see what mental health services are accessible to you, and to explore potential healthy coping mechanisms.
Extra details: impatient, may like to sing, vocal stim, or rap, goofy, “IT’S FAKE!”(?), a facade/mask, hiding feelings, uses humor to cope or avoid a topic, trap house, memes, spiritual, viewing life as sacred, anti-capitalism, immigrant family, questioning orientation, substance abuse, painting, bathrooms, the middle of nowhere, courage the cowardly dog, pop music, karaoke, bars and clubs, I think we ALL sing, housing insecurity, the characters Mabel or Sarah Lynn could be significant
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Pile 4:
What’s the insecurity?: hi pile four! This is an insecurity about being vulnerable as your true self due to the oppressive environment around you. It feels like you carry many responsibilities. You’re expected to act strong, carry out duties, maintain tradition, and in most ways you’ve done this. On the inside you reject this way of life, but also feel fear in fully living out that rejection. This pile may deem themselves as weak, immature, or sinful. I also feel many of you want to be taken care of or protected instead of always having to be the carer and protector, and this could contribute to feeling weak.
Why do you feel this way?: living as your true self may mean becoming the black sheep wherever you are. You may be afraid that the fallout will push you into an unfavorable situation, such as having to leave where you currently are. You might’ve already seen it happen to others. I feel many of you have had to live in a mature role or take care of responsibilities since childhood, and this adds an extra layer as to why it’s so hard to break free.
Current method of dealing with this: I feel like you guys are doing the best with what you have! A good amount of this pile has left or is leaving their hurtful environment, and you’re moving into new communities that align with you. For others, this may just be an internal change. Either way, I feel you’re refusing to be bullied into agreeing with things you don’t believe in. One way or another, you’re going to find a way to rebel how you can and live the way you want. It’s just been hard to reflect on ingrained beliefs and sometimes you catch yourself falling back on ideas you don’t mesh with anymore. But great efforts have been made towards the path you want to be on.
Advice for healing: be open to a completely new journey you would’ve never imagined before! There’s already a lot of energy directed towards the life you envision for yourself. You’re encouraged to be open-minded and allow yourself continuous evolution. There’s an emphasis on giving your inner child a lot of grace and space to heal, even if your first impulse is to judge them. Just as others shouldn’t keep you in their box, don’t keep yourself in your own box either! You may have had to develop certain traits to help you leave old, toxic situations, such as having a hard exterior or going ham during your rebellious phase. Keep what still feels good and let go of the rest; embody what you need and want to be in the present and not the past. But, there’s no need to shame other versions of yourself that had different personalities and beliefs; compassion for past selves leads to compassion for the present and future selves :]!
Extra details [TW abuse mention]: teeter-tottering/off-balance, scooby & shaggy, religious trauma, conservative community, church, childhood trauma, abusive relationships, regretting parenthood, religious deconstruction/leaving, becoming more spiritual, new religious beliefs, Buddhism, moving, financial struggle, single parent, hesitating, sea/sea animals, parties or gatherings, moving/travel across the ocean, writing/journaling, nature, herbalism, plant-induced spiritual experiences, acupuncture, purple
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hello......... we meet again...........clown to clown communication............... youve infected me so bad with your yandere blade thoughts please i have to be euthanizeddd.......... please i need to know more of your thoughts on the matter so bad /nf
Hello again :) So I ended up turning a bunch of mini thoughts into a mini story, if you don't mind. If you want more just brainrot thoughts lmk and I can get those out of my brain as well
Originally I was going to publish it in one part however, it's getting a bit too long (6775 words) and I don't like having such long posts.
This is a lot of the leadup portion Part 2 will probably focus more on the Yandere although it starts to lean on that a bit in the end.
TW: Yandere, violence, manipulation, drugging all that kind of stuff.
Also spoilers for Blade and High Cloud Quintet's identity (I don't know exactly which quests I spoiled)
I think the big question first off is how do you even get Blade interested in you?
It could be the classic, knowing Blade in the past, being his lover or friend before he became mara struck. Maybe even being his rival, someone that loved to challenge him, and ended advocating for him to be allowed to die an honorable death out of admiration for your opponent. Either way he'd have lingering feelings for you.
But I like to think you met him by chance on the Xianzhou Luofu when he returned as Blade. Maybe you were a healer, that not only helped but put people out of their misery, peacefully. You were someone who specialized in working with mara struck, finding ways to suppress and calm it, staying by your patients side as they slowly lost their mind, and making sure they didn't hurt anyone. You were trained well in the ways of combat, after all you had to be in order to deal with mara.
Your goal was to help them come to terms with their death and once they had you would hand them off to the Ten Lords Commission. If they weren't ready, that was okay they could stick around. Either way when they'd fully transformed into a mara struck, you killed them. Only once they'd fully transformed would you be able to, otherwise they'd regenerate.
One day, you'd been wandering about when you found a curious person. Someone you knew well because their face was on countless wanted posters. You'd never done much research into the Stellaron Hunters but were surprised to see one of their members was afflicted with mara.
You weren't cruel. Instead you grabbed some medication and approached him, cautiously like how one would approach a stray cat. A few seconds after you'd begun walking toward him, he reached you. Tip of a blade pointed at your neck, grazing it, cool metal pressed against warm skin, it shook ever so slightly each movement threatening to draw blood. He was barely restraining himself, you weren't sure why he was even trying. But you did know that your head would be on the floor if he really wanted it there.
"Let me help?" Your tone was friendly, and you held up the bag of medicine in your hand. Your words didn't register with him, you doubted he could even see your lips moving. But the most important thing was to have a nonthreatening presence.
For mara struck you could strangely talk your way out of it. You were surrounded by mara while working, to the point you stunk of it. For some reason mara struck soldiers never attacked you unprovoked, it was a strange phenomena and that was the only reason you could think of.
Unfortunately, it didn't work for you this time, and you quickly found yourself trying to outrun one of the most dangerous men alive. Oopsie? At least it was kind of fun! This exhilaration was really nice, you should get in near death experiences more often! You felt the wind whip around you as the hunter was hot on your trail.
You wouldn't be able to outrun him much longer, the only reason you'd gotten this far was because he'd been in the middle of swinging his sword at you. So your only option was to unconsensually drug him. That sounded really bad. But your life was at risk! You slipped one of the pills into your hand, it was one of the heavier ones that would cause the patient to pass out. There were some cases where even your medicine couldn't comfort, then the best thing would be sleep.
With a minor turn of your ankle you swung around and placed your hand in his mouth, opening it, and getting the medicine in. He bit your hand near immediately, but you kept it still, even though his teeth would sharp as fuck you could feel them even inside your hand clenching down. You felt the warmth of blood, and waited a moment looking into his eyes.
You wouldn't hold it against him, he was mara struck. This was how they acted toward most people, not normally you, but it felt good to be treated like most people for once. You were normal. It was nice. Then he fell off your hand, tumbling straight backwards, and hitting the ground with a painful thud.
"Oooh, that's gotta hurt," You muttered, not entirely sympathetic to the man that just tried to kill you. But he was an interesting person. A Stellaron Hunter with mara, huh?
Maybe you didn't know as much about them as you thought. You slipped off the cloth bag around your shoulder and fixed it over his face. Then you grabbed him by the arms and began to drag him, his clothes dirtying upon the street floor, back to your little apothecary. Heavy.
You managed to lift him for a few moments to put him on a cot, before placing your hands on your knees, and taking a moment to catch your breath. You prepared some medicine in case if he was still mara struck and a glass of water. He woke up in only an hour, you were lucky to have enough time to finish bandaging your hand. Normally, it'd keep people out for six hours. The farther along they were the less productive it was. By all accounts he shouldn't be able to have a single moment of sanity.
Yet when he got up from the bed he seemed normal. Eerily so. You remained poise in a seat near his bed which he hadn't noticed. His eyes rested on the pills before looking around the rest of the room and reaching you. He reached for his blade, moving his hand next to his side and grabbing at empty air. Thankfully, you'd already removed the blade from this room, he was probably more deadly when he had his wits about him.
You chuckled at his response, feeling your nerves heighten as you resisted the urge to run away. Maybe this was a bad idea. "Hello there, good sir!" You greeted chipperly, "I saw you passed out on the side walk and dragged you back to my humble abode! Is there anything I can do for you?" You kept on your 'being yelled at by a 500 year old Xianzhou long life mother whose kid had just been told they couldn't throw stuff at people' smile.
He remained quiet for a moment, assessing to see whether or not you were a threat moving his eyes up and down, "...My sword?"
"What sword?" You replied back innocently. No way were you giving that back.
He let out a sigh, getting up from the bed, and heading to the door. The good news was he didn't try to attack you, the bad news was that the most fascinating mara struck victim was leaving. You couldn't let that happen.
You raced in front of him, putting your hands and waving them defenselessly. He looked down at you, red eye glaring down at you as if you were obsolete. You laughed again, "Well, uh, good sir, as someone that helped you can I at least know the name of uh--"
"Get out of my way -- knowing me won't do any good." He was definitely going to kill you if you didn't move. But you couldn't just let him leave!
Your smile grew even further, holding your cheeks up painfully, "Well-- you see-- you're so beautiful!" You said desperately, "I was taken by you-- love at first sight, you see? Right? You're just-- so wonderful!" You stammered out, voice shaking, "Can I at least know the name of the breath taking soul who stole my heart!"
The long blue haired man froze in his path, hair swaying to a halt behind him. No fucking way that got him. He seemed befuddled, glancing further away from you, eyes focused on a small portion of the floor. "Blade." IT WORKED?!
Blade remained quiet for a moment longer before turning his head back to you, "Now move." Of course it didn't work, if it worked you would've been in a relationship by now.
He side stepped you easily, leaving you to stare at his broad back, clothes tight around his muscles. Now wasn't the time to think about that. "You have mara right? I can cure it." It was a bold claim. You'd never done anything like that before, and his case was more severe than others.
He stopped in his steps, "What?" One deadly word made you almost want to take back everything you said but you couldn't. Blade experienced mara differently than others, that was clear. If you had the chance to work alongside him then maybe... you could figure something out?
Even though you portrayed yourself as undisturbed by your job getting to know so many people and then watching them turn into monsters was horrifying. Blade was interesting, you'd hate to call him a test subject but, if he consented he'd likely end up helping your understanding of mara. You just needed a reason for him to stay.
"I work with mara stricken citizens and soldiers. I've researched it for my whole life and I use this knowledge to aid others, helping alleviate their pain, calm themselves, or sleep when mara takes them," That was convincing enough, right?
He appeared skeptical, still poised to attack even without his sword. But as you continued smiling, a hopeful yet scared look in your eyes he let out a sigh.
"Can you kill them?"
You paused a bit, understanding his intention, "Only when they're fully taken by the mara." Otherwise they'd only heal, "I can alleviate your pain until then." You were shocked at how self assured you sounded, as if you could genuinely help him rather than just use him for discoveries.
Blade remained quiet and unmoving, a statue with the first rays of sunlight hitting it and breaking it free from darkness, "Okay." His voice was quieter than it'd been this entire time, you thought you'd misheard him.
"Okay?" You repeated, as if what you'd heard was a dream.
"Keep your distance." He stepped out of the sun and toward your door frame before pausing glancing back for such a short time you thought you'd imagined it, "I will return, if it's what you want."
It was strange, Blade had a peaceful sleep unplagued by dreams of dying and pain. If there was a chance it was because of you and you really wanted to meet him again, then he shouldn't resist too hard, right?
You felt a smile grow on your face lifting up its corners as the swordsman continued to walk away, "Yes! That's wonderful!" Then you paused realization sinking in, "Oh, Blade!" You called out, hoping he wouldn't kill you for this, "Your sword's by the door!"
You saw him glare at you and instinctively shut your eyes preparing for a sword to be lodged between your eyes. But when you opened them neither he or his sword were to be found.
Part of you expected him to never return and he didn't tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow he didn't come back. You wanted to give up hope. It made sense and was likely better for your safety but, Blade was the breakthrough you were looking for.
You smiled at the elderly Xianzhou long life that you were walking with through one of the fake gardens on the ship. They continued to rattle on about their great granddaughter and how hard she'd been training to be a cloud knight. To care about someone's progress, such that the smallest milestones mean as much to you as they do to them-- that must be love right? You were a bit envious. You wanted to love like this old soul. Someone who had nearly lost their mind the other day to mara but could continue going on, loving, and hoping.
That day was the day they left, agreeing to be taken away by the Ten Lords Commission. It was bittersweet, as it always was and you were alone, again. That was alright though.
What wasn't alright was being woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of footsteps. Someone had broken in. They weren't well, they sounded limp, as if they were dragging one leg. But since you hadn't heard the door being broken down, they'd likely come in through the window you tended to leave open. Look-- people on the Luofu don't normally resort to these matters and if they did then they wouldn't go after you.
It meant whoever came was both highly skilled and injured. With careful steps, putting your feet down gently and slowly one in front of the other, you approached the trespasser.
You smelled the blood first, the faint irony scent that made your noise scrunch up momentarily as your mouth imitated the taste of blood. Then you saw it. The small dark red trail that gleamed in the moonlight. Then him.
You felt rather satisfied, even in a state where he was taken over by mara Blade had somehow made it back here, "I knew you'd come back," You spoke playfully.
At the sight of agony in his eyes, a pang of guilt struck your heart. It really wasn't the time to be joking around. Perhaps there was some sanity still left in him, as his whole body shook, shaking even more as you approached closer and closer. Part of him must want to attack you, to kill you, to rip you apart until you were nothing, but he wasn't.
"Good," You commended him, as you stood in front of him and knelt down, aside from the shaking Blade remained still. He looked like he wanted to scream, hurt himself, kill himself, rip himself apart until nothing remained. Did he want to die more than he wanted to hurt you? Was experiencing mara that painful? You'd never know.
"I just need you to do one small thing for me okay," You spoke gently, even though you knew he likely couldn't hear your voice at all.
You thumbed through the few medications you always kept handy in your pouch, and picked one for pain relief. Last time you'd needed him to sleep or you'd die, this time you could see the effect of what they did. You moved the pill into his mouth and saw him struggle to swallow, you weren't moving your hands close to his face though for some reason you had a feeling he might bite them off-- like a dog would.
He was a lot more like a dog than you expected. The medicine had been able to work, body instantly relaxing, to your surprise. The more surprising thing was what happened after. Blade visited you, more often out of his own free will, not just when he was mara struck.
Blade was an awkward companion, terrible at small talk, and you couldn't take care of patients when he was near for fear they might see the Stellaron Hunter. Sometimes he would mumble under his breath about a price, or bring you small things, little trinkets, food, a severed hand-- A SEVERED HAND?!
"Why are you giving me this?" You looked down at the bloody hand he was holding onto, your eyebrow twitching slightly. You were used to blood and all but this was unnecessary.
He looked up at you, partially confused and disgruntled at your obvious disapproval, "He bothered you?" His statement came out more as a question.
Oh. It was him-- You let out an aggravated sigh, "You didn't get caught right?"
You noticed Blade perk up ever so slightly as if he thought what he did was right, "No."
That was good at least. "Don't do that again." What was he a dog? Or maybe a cat was better, bringing you pieces of their hunt. Now that you think about it, where did he get those trinkets from? It was probably best not to think about. "Go put that away," You said dismissively, moving your hand up to touch your forehead lightly.
You were going to regret this weren't you? Well, that was a problem for future you. You weren't sure exactly where Blade put the severed hand but as long as it was away from you it didn't matter. For a moment you considered asking him for help, to maybe capture a mara struck so you could test to see if anything would work on it. But that was too far, wasn't it?
The days carried on and so did Blade visiting you. He'd come to you for medications that alleviated his pain or helped him sleep without his memories tormenting them and you obliged monitoring him all the while. Then one day he started to request it.
"Kill me," He'd spoke suddenly, as you were leaning over some finely grounded herbs trying to come up with something new to keep stronger pain at bay. Your medicine's effectiveness was starting to wear off on Blade.
You flinched spilling the small specks to the ground and staring at him in the eyes, "Excuse me?"
You didn't think he'd hated spending time with you that much! Sure, you were kind of using him, and you got upset at him whenever he brought you something drenched in blood but who wouldn't?! You thought the two of you were getting along just fine! You'd even consider him a friend... A strong word for a Stellaron Hunter. You knew he'd have to leave the Xianzhou Luofu eventually too.
"You can do it," There was a slimmer of affection in his voice it made you almost think you misheard the part about you killing him, "If anyone can, you can." It was oddly affectionate. You kind of despised how he spoke, as if he would never speak to you again.
You let out a small laugh, "Shut up Blade." Drop the conversation topic.
But he kept pushing, "Find a way to kill me." Blade took a step closer to you, and for the first time since you met him, you felt in danger.
"And what if I said no? Remember, I'm uh... head over heels for you," You said lightheartedly referencing to your excuse when you'd first met him. "I wouldn't be able to bare it if you died!" You smiled up at him, squinting your eyes.
Normally, you'd be a bit peeved that your sample had been knocked over but right now you were unnerved, and much worse, worried.
It looked like he was more in pain from your words with the way he grimaced at them. "Please." It was wholly desperate and vulnerable, a statue split open to reveal a bleeding heart which begged to be free from its misery. If you stabbed it the statue and everything around it would crumble. Not that there was much around it to begin with but-- there was you.
But Blade was your friend, in a very odd way you'd started to care for the strange man, "I'll try." He was in pain, it'd be wrong to let him just suffer, right?
Plus, you'd already collected enough data... You knew when medicines would stop being effective on the normal mara struck Xianzhou long lives and what to swap to. You hadn't found a solution but you'd found something that could better keep their sanity while they were in that state, even if it required the rare, Vidyhara bone marrow. You'd begun to find something that could supplement that as well, although you'd only heard of it in books you had to find Scalegorge Water Scape.
It was okay. You had all the information from Blade you needed. This was fine. This friendship always had an expiration date. His smile made it all worth it anyway. It was really the first time you'd seen him smile and for once he looked relieved, completely relaxed.
"Thank you," Foreign words from him, "When the mara strikes... It's no longer me." But what if you could fix that?
If you helped him keep his sanity then you couldn't use the pills to keep away the pain, or the ones to sleep. They couldn't clash. Maybe you had to figure out how to make it so multiple could be taken? Your mind raced for a different solution but in the end all you could do is smile back. Blade smiling was a beautiful sight. One you thought you'd never be able to see.
That night you cried. You hadn't seen Blade happy before. So why was he only happy at the idea of death? But you were a doctor you would remain stony cold and do the best you could.
It didn't work. Of course, it didn't. Why would it? You could've sworn his heart stopped for a bit, a few minutes after passing out after swallowing your "medicine." Was it really medicine if it killed someone? But he lived and he woke up coughing blood.
Blade wasn't happy but at the same time he seemed rather relieved..? You hated it. Someone too used to dying by the hands of a sword, by the strokes they were used to performing, that poison was a soothing way to die. You absolutely despised Blade. But you smiled and told him you'd try harder. You just didn't know what to do.
A few days after your promise Blade came back with a strange gift for you, a book titled Views of the Universe From a Starskiff. At the time he brought it, he'd been in pain, grunting, and making too much noise for you to have any patients over. You'd stopped taking patients recently anyway. Instead only selling medicine promising you'd been on the edge of a break through and needed more time.
His memory had been scattered and he didn't recognize you. He'd swung his sword at you only to stop a moment before it hit you. You were right. When you'd originally met him, if he wanted you dead he could've killed you. You could still feel the air sweep by your head, and the cool blade on your skin. He didn't remember why he brought the book to you and when he returned to a better state of mind, you decided not to ask.
Instead you did some research on your own, and it lead you to an interesting person. Someone you really didn't want to talk to.
You shifted uncomfortably under the amber gaze of the general, "Do what do I owe the pleasure General?" Your voice was stiff, and shoulders tense as he only smiled in response.
"General is a temporary title, you can just call me Jing Yuan." You smiled in response, corner of your lip twitching a bit.
"Right, so what do I owe the pleasure, Jing Yuan?" Your smile strained further but all he did was laugh causing your smile to shift into a scowl.
Jing Yuan smiled down at you, not the least imposing, "Relax, I was just curious about some activity around this area." Did Blade kill someone without you knowing?
Throughout the whole conversation you remained tense as the general idly brought up his younger days as part of the High-Cloud Quintet. He was clearly just talking about this sort of stuff to get you to let down your guard! You looked at him warily, paying special attention to every individual word looking for hidden meaning. Eventually you found the hidden meaning. He was helping you.
The author of the book you'd been researching, Views of the Universe From a Starskiff was named Baiheng. "You knew this whole time," You muttered, a bit peeved, you'd thought you'd done a good job hiding Blade's presence and yet this old man somehow managed to figure it out.
The General simply smiled in response as you tried to clarify the situation further, "So Yingxing is--"
He stood up from his seat, "It matters not. The past is the past." Yeah, you probably shouldn't talk about this. You stood up as well.
"I'll walk you out," You spoke, still wary of the man but if he wanted to hurt or expose you, he would've done so already. "...Is it really your place to tell me this though?"
Jing Yuan paused as if in contemplation, still smiling, it was eerie how he could smile after everything. He was an unbreakable monument dedicated to the Xianzhou Luofu, "Who else could?" No one else would remember nor be able to share, so was that why he decided to step forward?
You opened the door for him, feeling the sun greet you again. "I hope it brings you peace." Your voice was sudden, as you looked at the man with new found appreciation. Even the hardiest statues still had bleeding hearts.
You would kill Blade. If it was the last thing you did.
You grinned rushing over to the blue haired man, the scent of iron around him. You told him that if he made anyone bleed before coming to visit you that he should bathe. You'd have to check if he was bleeding. "Blade!" You greeted him cheerfully, rushing over, and grabbing onto his arm. He stiffened.
You dragged him over to your work station moving your hand gradually down his forearm and to his wrist to be able to pull him better. His hand reached out for yours, and latched onto your wrist instead. The two of you were friends. Killing him was the right thing to do. But if he didn't want to die, you wouldn't mind Blade sticking around. You would take care of him as you would a patient.
"Do you still want to die?" You might as well check, there was no harm in it, maybe he'd stay after all.
To your dismay, he nodded, it was cold and steady. Your smile stiffened but remained on your face, this was fine. It was what you expected.
"I'll still do my best to help you," You promised him, truly meaning your words. It was just, you didn't have any idea of how to proceed. Maybe, the mara struck would have an answer but even you weren't foolish enough to wander into their hordes. Sure, you were lucky that the mara struck seemed not to attack you normally but luck couldn't be all you relied on. "But, in order to do so I need to observe mara stricken more up close," You admitted, that was your best bet, "Could you help me with that?"
Blade was strong. You'd seen the way his muscles flexed and tensed under his shirt whenever he made a swing with his blade. This would be easy work for him. The selfish part of you was happy you could spend more time with him too.
That started the third phase of your friendship with Blade. The first being the initial visits, the second being your attempt to kill him, and the third being yielding him as if he was a blade. It made you feel kind of guilty. Speaking commands beneath your voice of who you needed restrained, looking down at abominations as you tested new pills on them to see the effects. They'd writhe as Blade held them on and you watched onward apathetically. They were monsters, you shouldn't care about their pain.
Then you'd try to kill Blade. Again and again. Seeing him cough up blood and lay motionless on one of your cots. Or seeing wounds reopen over his body, blooming as if they were flowers. It was sickening. You didn't know how many times you did it nor how many times you could continue trying to do it. He would bare his teeth, biting down on cloths, letting out whimpers, blood slowly covering everything close to him.
"I can't do it." Maybe if you were competent it would be okay, you could give Blade the freedom he deserved away from the pain and mara and biting harsh memories. But you weren't a competent enough doctor. Nor were you a good enough friend to tell Blade to the face.
It had been a cold night on the Xianzhou Luofu when you decided to leave. There'd been a lot of commotion recently, the Ambrosial Arbor had risen and fallen again. Blade had been more distant, visiting less often, as if there was something he was keeping from you. How he made your heart ache.
You loved him. That was why you had to do this. You stopped by the divination commission on your way out, a letter from Jing Yuan in your hand. You'd never met Master Diviner Fu Xuan before nor were you looking forward to doing so. If she could see your memories that would mean Blade would be at risk. But you had to know if this would lead you down the path where Blade died.
But you didn't end up meeting Master Diviner Fu Xuan at all. Instead you met a much taller, purple haired woman, with hazy eyes. She greeted you as if you were a friend, and you approached her with caution smiling in response. "I know you," your voice was laced in excitement, "Kafka, the Stellaron Hunter! A bounty of 10 billion, right?" Why did she have to show up now?
You held your hand out with a smile, "I've heard wonderful things about you, you're even more beautiful in real life than on the poster!" Your heart raced trapped in your ribcage, thrumming against it nervously. This certainly complicated your plan.
"Hi, Y/N. I've been meaning to meet you," Her voice was sultry yet teasing, which was more menacing than if it'd been cold and harsh like Blade's. She knew your name too, that must not be a good sign.
She remained back against a wall, small smile on her face as if she was toying with you. You dropped your hand back down to your side. "Is there anything I can do for the esteemed Stellaron Hunter?" You really just wanted this to be over with.
"Not for me," She pushed herself off the door frame and you could see into the battered room. Blade was slouched over, eyes stapled shut, the small shakes his tense body let out were barely noticeable.
You were by his side in an instant, kneeling before him before you could even think, hand resting gently on his chin. Since when had you begun to care so much for him? Was it when he'd gotten slashed in the arm by a mara stricken soldier due to your negligence? Or had you cared for him before you ever met him?
You had half the medicine on you, half back at your place in case he ever returned in search of relief. The half on you was for research but it would be better used for something like this wouldn't it? You glanced behind you feeling eyes stare into your back, and Kafka simply smiled as her eyes met yours.
"Well, Bladie's never been so obedient," She replied simply at your questioning look, causing your shoulders to tense.
You turned your attention back to the patient in question only to be met with a red eye gazing into yours, his face much closer than you remembered it being. You stood your ground looking into his eyes with a harsh look, did he really have to always go and get himself hurt? You could smell the blood on him.
"Who... are you?" Sometimes symptoms of mara included memory loss so you weren't surprised by the question but it still hurt. But it surely didn't hurt as much as Blade was hurting right now, you could see his wince as he accidentally glanced at the light behind you.
You slipped a pill between your fingers, "It doesn't matter, I'm here to help you," You replied simply, lifting your hand up to his mouth, "Now open."
Once Blade became more docile around you during his mara episodes you'd started to deliver his medicine this way. Originally, you hadn't done so since you valued your fingers. He opened his mouth without a second thought, albeit he looked rather confused as to why he complied.
You glanced down at his faint pink lips a sheen covering them, he really was beautiful. If only he could experience the beauty of the world at full. The pill was placed between two of your fingers and you brought it up to his lips, pushing past them, and his teeth leaving the pill in a good place for him to swallow. This was how it always was.
You felt his tongue move as he swallowed it without a second thought and you removed your fingers like normal, except. You glared at him, keeping your hand still. Apparently you still had to worry about him biting your fingers off. "Blade," You spoke warningly feeling the teeth pressed threateningly into your index finger, the other finger escaping freely.
He didn't respond and you swore you heard a laugh behind you which only further irked you. He wasn't biting down hard enough to hurt or draw blood but you knew the second you tried to move it he would. Instead of responding by letting go Blade only looked up at you like a dejected puppy. His bandaged hand reached up and grabbed yours, you could see faint blood stains near the edge of where it reached his wrist and disappeared beneath his sleeves.
"Don't bite me," Your voice was stern as you looked down at the blue haired man, only growing more remorseful by the moment. It was strange behavior, a kind he hadn't exhibited before, but he hadn't forgotten you before either.
This time his teeth let go of your finger, leaving it slightly warm and wet in his hand's hold as he clutched onto desperately as if he was afraid you'd disappear before his eyes. It should only take ten minutes for the medicine to leave him vulnerable and helpless, yet he was already so docile. You had to wonder if he knew you were planning on leaving.
You let out a quiet sigh, keeping your voice low as these words were only for Blade and you. Your hand reached to brush his hair off to the side, resting along his jawline near his ear. You moved close enough so that he could feel even the slightest inhale and exhale against his ear, "I'm doing this because I love you."
It was a shitty excuse but it was closest to the truth wasn't it? Maybe if Jing Yuan hadn't told you the truth then you wouldn't be so determined to help Blade. Maybe you would've cried to Blade that you couldn't keep failing to kill him because you didn't even want him dead in the first place. You wanted Blade by your side.
"I'll figure it all out, I promise." It was the most loving your voice had ever been yet when you met his eyes again you didn't see a subdued look instead a more panicked one took its place. It didn't take long for you to be entrapped completely, arms holding and rooting you in place, leaving you unable to move.
It was as if he was trying to merge your bodies into one. So you'd never be apart again. Your nose resting above his shoulder as the rest of you was pressed into him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer and tightening. It hurt a bit. They continued to squeeze you, hands pressed against your sides gripping onto them.
"Gentle," You reminded him, voice tickling his ear, and as he eased his hold, Blade's head collapsed against your shoulder, hot breath hitting your neck. It took you a few moments to realize he was crying. That the sudden small burn against your skin was tears.
He spoke in a broken voice, "Who are you?" You began to cry too, wrapping your arms around him with equal need.
"It doesn't matter, I'm going to help you." Your voice must've sounded ugly as well, off pitch from emotion.
"You... can't leave." They weren't words you expected, but you noticed his grip loosen on you anymore as time continued onward.
You couldn't reply. You had to leave right now, the answers you were searching for weren't here. They lay with Yaoshi and the lands Yaoshi had touched. If you could journey to those and research the people and mara there... you would be able to kill Blade. You didn't want to kill him. But to leave him in this agony was more painful for the both of you.
"You..." Blade looked up at you, head tilted, agony in his eyes, "don't... ...leave." You smiled down at him, unable to find the words and instead moved your lips to press against his tearstained cheek.
At your lack of response you felt his head tilt and his breath hit your shoulder. Then he bit. It didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. You thought his aim would be to tear through your skin and take your flesh with him, leaving a bloody hole in his wake. But instead it was a persistent gentle movement, desperate to leave an imprint, to keep you here, to convince you. The both of you knew he'd pass out in a minute or two, the decision would be up to you after that. So he pressed his teeth into your skin, removing them for a second and pressing again, hot tongue licking your skin in between the pattern. You really shouldn't be feeling these sorts of things at a time like this but you couldn't help the heat rising to your face.
There... wasn't any harm in this right? "...You're beautiful," You muttered, only able to see his long hair you rested a hand on it. You moved your hand through it slowly, untangling any knots you came across. "Really," His body collapsed into yours, completely devoid of any strength, "I love you," You couldn't help but smile despite the tears.
It was hard to hold his body up by yourself. You were strong but Blade with all his muscle mass was heavy, either way you placed him back down on the seat without aggravating any injuries further.
Then you stood up and turned your back, ignoring the minor twitching and hand reaching out for your warmth that came from his subdued body. Kafka, had turned her back to the two of you, instead looking outside as if she was searching for someone.
"All done?" She asked, voice playful when you joined her outside. Yet you felt some type of understanding from her.
You nodded and handed her the pouch of medicine, "I am, instructions are in the bag," you said you'd brought it along for research but hadn't that just been an excuse? If you'd seen Blade again you could've given it to him. "There's some more at where I stayed."
She looked back at Blade, lying motionlessly, "Well, you have made my job a lot easier."
"Take good care of him," You replied, beginning to walk off.
"Bladie will be awfully sad to hear you left," Kafka called out, her voice carried its usual lilt but you sensed a strange seriousness to it.
If anyone had ever told you you'd fall in love with a Stellaron Hunter you probably would've believed them. If they told you, you'd be trying to kill the person you were in love with, you would've hated yourself. "I know, but this is the way I show my love." But... wasn't this the best solution?
You decided to not go see Master Diviner Fu Xuan, having run into the Stellaron Hunters so recently probably would make it easier for her to see them in her divination. At least you assumed so, you didn't know much about divination. The night was quiet and dark aside from one gray haired individual walking toward where you'd just been, looking around anxiously with each step. When you reached the starskiff you didn't look back.
Kafka played with the small pouch in her fingers, letting out a slight sigh. Everything was going as planned, albeit she couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Bladie. Her eyes darted to the source of sudden footsteps, finally, the Trailblazer was here. She couldn't interfere with what happened anyway it was best not to dwell on it.
You were part of the script. The ending Elio had promised, the one where Blade died.
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OKAY GUYS IDEA SO LIKE BLADE X READER BUT ALSO YAOSHI X READER (why do I simp for Yaoshi so much)
Like dude Yaoshi would love the way that reader treats the life they've curated and grown. While Yaoshi lets it grow without regard and only cares for the abundance they have to admit the life you cater to comes out more beautifully.
SCREAMS
Also sorry for the wait but I wasn't doing super okay mentally past week so I didn't write much, thank you guys for your patience! I had a lot of fun writing this, I know it really isn't thoughts or anything but I like having a story play out :D
And I also wanted the romance to seem organic and more natural even though it's yandere I wanted it to make sense. So I hope I managed to accomplish that even though I feel like it considerably lengthened this (especially nonyandere portion)
Was originally going to edit this but it turned out way too fucking long.
#hsr#hsr x reader#blade#blade x reader#yandere blade#soft yandere#long read#drugging but like its medicine it makes more sense in context#desperate blade#jing yuan is too good for us honestly i love that man he deserves so much better#unedited
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TLC, buggy the clown
la!!buggy the clown x fem!!reader
summary: y/n is one of Buggy's newest additions to his freakshow and after a particularly rough show he looks to her for comfort.
tw!! fluff (like a lot of it), pining (mutual), angst if you squint.
notes: I tried as hard as I could to make Buggy as in-character as possible in this I swear to god. It was so hard, guys.
y/n turns her head away from the mirror with the lights. She was still dressed in her circus outfit which consisted of a tight purple tank top and a black poofy skirt with sparkly suspenders, bright purple fishnets covered her pale legs.
Her face was previously painted white with sparkly black mime makeup and a fake bright red clown nose. Since the show ended an hour ago she had wiped it off leaving just the fake red nose on her face.
Her head had turned towards the door, seeing Cabajji standing there with a rather nervous look on his face. --"The captain's asking for you..."He told her, swallowing.
The show tonight hadn't gone as brilliantly as their captain, Buggy had hoped. A ton of the cast were late to their ques, the crowd were all over the place with their orders- it was just a total disaster tonight which obviously led their usually jolly captain in a bad mood.
But she wasn't nervous when hearing that Buggy was asking for her. She had never really been afraid of him. Running a hand through her red hair, she stood up to her feet, wobbling a little in the heels Buggy had forced her to wear for the show.
Cabajji gave her an almost sympathetic smile and patted the door. --"He's in his room. Could you let him know the rest of us are going out for a drink?"He asked and she nodded, moving past him.
Cabajji would have told the captain himself but he knew that Buggy was less likely to get angry if it came from y/n. He had a soft spot for her.
After bidding him goodnight, y/n wobbled past him and down the hall towards Buggy's room. She took maybe ten steps before ultimately giving up and slipping the heels off, leaving her to shrink back down to her full height of 5'4.
With aching calves, she found herself back in front of Buggy's cabin door. Heart beating loudly against her ribcage, she lifted a hand to lightly tap her knuckles against the door.
A muffled 'come in' is heard from behind the door. Swallowing, she pushed down the handle on the door and slipped through the crack, shutting it back over behind her.
Her heart dropped when she saw Buggy sitting at the edge of his bed, his shoulders sagged in an uncharacteristically sad manner. With a soft frown, she walked over to him, setting her heels on the ground next to the door.
She sank to her knees in front of Buggy, sitting on the carpet in the space between his legs. This wasn't the first time they had been in this position, which is part of the reason why she wasn't nervous to comfort him.
Lifting a hand up, she rested it against his cheek- feeling him lean into the touch with his eyes shut. --"Where's that smile?" She asked in an attempt to cheer him up, her voice softer than honey.
Buggy lifted a gloved hand to rest against the hand that caressing his cheek, his eyes fluttering open to look at her. y/n's heart stuttered a little in her chest when their eyes met.
He turned his face against her hand so he could press a light and tender kiss to her palm. He had done this numerous times before but it never failed to make her blush.
"Not up to smiling, toots."He simply responded and she nodded her head in response, plastering a smile onto her face. --"Guess I'll have to do all of the smiling for you then."She joked, an overexaggerated grin appearing on her face as she continued to attempt to make him feel better.
And it seemed to work for a brief moment as a chuckle fell past his painted lips. --"Tonight was a mess..."He mumbled and she shook her head, lifting a finger to press against his lips.
"Every good show had a bad day. We'll do better tomorrow."She told him, nodding her head encouragingly. Her bright attitude seemed to put a small smile on the captain's face and her lips turn upwards.
"See, there's that smile..."She trailed off, tracing the pads of her thumbs up and down his cheekbones. Buggy's chest felt heavy as he looked at her.
He always went to her for comfort. She had only been with the crew for 6 months but they just got each other. She was the only person he felt comfortable enough to just sit and air it all out. The same goes for her part. She never felt judged when she was with him.
They always sought words of comfort in each other and nothing more. But the 'nothing more' is what they had both been thinking about recently.
Sure, they were attracted to each other but were they willing to risk what working relationship they had?
Buggy seemed to have already made his mind up as he looped one of his gloved fingers with one of the fingers on her hand which was pressed against his cheek.
"Stay with me?"He murmured to her, a hopeful look appearing in his blue eyes. He felt a little pathetic and if it had been anyone else he would have just forced them to stay with him, but not y/n.
Her heart stuttered again at the question as she found herself nodding her head. Hell, Buggy could ask her to slip a knife between her ribcage right now and she would probably go along with it.
Her eyes danced across his face and she swallowed. --"Do you wear your clown makeup to bed?"She asked, curious. Buggy raised an eyebrow, he hadn't expected that question.
He shrugs in response. --"Only if I forget to take it off."He responded, his voice gruff. She hummed and stood to her feet.
Buggy watched her walk over to his desk, his eyebrows pulling together as he leaned back on his mattress with the help of his hands.
After a few seconds, she turned around with a packet of wipes in her hands. --"This packet is full, Buggy."She was almost scolding him as she walked back over to him.
"So?"He murmured, watching her return back to the spot she had been sitting in before, sitting the packet of wipes next to her. She scoffs a little at his tone.
"What do you mean 'so'? you have got to take better care of your skin."She told him. --"What you need is some TLC."She said with a grin. He leaned forward to pull off the fake clown nose she had forgotten she was still wearing.
He completely ignored her scrutinising. --"heh, you look cute with the big red nose."He compliments. Her cheeks heat as she starts to pull a wipe out from the packet she had retrieved from his desk.
"So do you."She retaliated, pushing herself up onto her knees so she was a little closer to his face. Buggy's throat goes dry at the sudden closeness.
"not according too-"He started off only for her to interrupt him, lifting the wet wipe to his cheek. --"I don't care what others say. Your nose is what makes you unique and cool."She told him, her eyes not looking into his and instead focusing on where she was scrubbing his face.
Her words forced him into silence, and he pondered her words as she gently wiped off his clown makeup. She had never actually seen him without his theatric circus makeup so imagine her surprise at the man underneath it.
A small chuckle bubbled up her throat as she wiped away the remainder of his makeup. --"You never told me you had such a handsome face underneath the chaos." She comments, rubbing off some of the red makeup around his lips.
Buggy's throat goes dry again at her words, his cheeks turning the same colour as his red makeup. After a few more moments, she had thrown the wipe to the ground with a soft smile on her face.
"There. All done."She told him, standing up to throw the wipe in the bin. Buggy glanced over to his reflection in the mirror above his desk, y/n's words filling him with the tiniest amount of confidence.
His eyes then found her. He took notice that she was still in her circus outfit. Feeling his gaze on her, she glanced down and shook her head.
"I, uh, didn't get the chance to change..."She trailed off with a nervous chuckle. She nodded her head over to the heels she had discarded at his door. --"Those heels you make me wear are real killers."She mused, folding her arms over her chest as Buggy stood his feet.
She almost shrank back as he walked over to her, his figure craning over hers. His gaze falls to her legs for a moment before a blush coated his cheeks and he forced himself to look back up at her face.
"I, uh-"He paused to clear his throat, --"You can borrow a shirt if you want."he offered. An appreciative smile appears on her face as she nods her head.
"I'd appreciate that."She told him. With a nod, she watched Buggy walk over and begin to look through the clothes in his drawers.
Standing by almost nervously, she glanced down at her chipped nails. A frown settled on her face when she noticed the chip, deciding she would add a fresh coat tomorrow before the show.
Eventually, Buggy spun back around with an accomplished grin on his face and a shirt in his hands. y/n took in the details of his grin without the company of his clown makeup, her cheeks heating.
Her silence only had Buggy frown, nerves settling in as he remembered he was bare-faced. Noticing his nerves, her brown eyes widened and she walked towards him, shaking her head.
"Hey, no."She said defiantly as she reached him, resting a hand on his shoulder. --"You look great, Buggy."She informed him with a pointed look.
Her face was close to his as she scolded him for even thinking bad thoughts about his appearance. In her eyes Buggy is perfect. He will always be perfect in her eyes.
Buggy eyed her, his chest feeling heavy again. --"Why are you so good to me?"He mumbled to her. She blinked in surprise at the question, not expecting it.
But she didn't miss a beat with her response. --"Because I care about you, Buggy."She told him lifting her hand to rest against his cheek again. --"And I want you to see yourself how I see you."She told him, standing a little closer to him as she spoke.
By now they were a few inches apart, their chests nearly touching. Buggy suddenly lifted both of his gloved hands to rest against her face. If he stood this close to any of his other crew members they would be flinching back in fear but not y/n. She would never be frightened of him.
He always had treated her differently.
She leaned into his touch as he took a small step closer, their feet touching. Her chest, too, started to feel heavy as she watched his gaze flicker between her brown eyes and her smooth lips.
The tension snapped as his lips hesitantly moved to press against hers. She felt him tilt his head as her hands clutched his vest and tugged him closer to her.
The kiss was soft. There was no neediness or frustration behind it. It was sweet. Her lips moved up into a smile as she stood on her toes, feeling him rest his hands on her hips.
Buggy was certain that his heartbeat was in his ears. He was holding his breath as his lips slid softly against hers, his hands switching between resting on her hips and her jaw. The fear of messing this up was prominent in the back of his mind but he must be doing something right if she hadn't moved away in disgust yet.
After around 10 more seconds she pulled back and held a finger up between their mouths with a small smile. --"As much as I would love to keep doing this-"She grabbed the clothes from Buggy's hands. --"I need to change."She reminded him.
Buggy stood dazed as he watched her disappear into his bathroom with his clothes, the door shutting behind her. He stood there feeling as though he was going to fall over from the shakiness in his legs.
He hadn't planned on kissing her it seemed to just happen on instinct. Not that he was complaining. Apparently, he stood there like this for a while because he was still standing there in a daze when she walked out of the bathroom.
His shirt reached mid-thigh but she didn't mind. She walked over to put her own clothes next to her heels. His limbs finally started to work as he moved to sit on the edge of his bed.
She raised an eyebrow. --"Do you sleep in that?"She giggled, gesturing to his clothing. He glanced down and shrugged his shoulders. --"Most of the time, yeah."He responded as she walked closer to him.
He eyed her with a dazed look in his eyes. --"You look good in my shirt, sweets."He comments, leaning forward to grab her wrist and tug her closer to him so she is standing between his legs.
A bashful smile appeared on her face as he wrapped both arms around her waist in a bold manner. A thoughtful smile appeared on her face as she rested her hands on his cheeks.
"What is it?"He asked, tilting his head to the side. She shrugged, biting her top lip as she smiled. --"I'm just happy I managed to cheer you up is all."She responded, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his forehead.
His eyes shut at the feeling of her lips against his forehead, his heart swelling in his ribcage with uncertainty. He wasn't used to this sort of affection.
But he craved the attention she gave him, just like how he craved the love from the crowd at his shows. He had been begging for some love all of his life and he had it now. He didn't plan on losing it any time soon.
She pulled back and swatted her hand against his bicep with a smile. --"Alright, is that seriously what you wear to sleep?"She questioned, raising an eyebrow. He hummed and shook his head. --"Nah, I usually sleep with nothing on but I doubt you want to see that in your first stay, toots."He smirked with his words, winking as he watched a blush rise to her cheeks at the thought.
Shaking her head, she moved away from his grip to plop down onto the bed next to him. --"At least take off the vest."She hummed, laying back against the pillows.
Buggy fought back a sarcastic response as he unbuckled his vest and slid it off. y/n slid underneath the covers, sighing contently as her red hair spread out against the pillow.
After a few moments, Buggy was joining her under the covers. He paused a little when feeling her almost instantly shuffle closer to him and rest her head on his bare chest.
His heart stuttered a little as he settled himself beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. This position was new to him but he wasn't complaining.
Nuzzling her face against his chest, she moved an arm to wrap around his waist, her eyes falling shut. A grin spread across Buggy's face as he leaned his cheek on the top of her head.
Reaching across, her turned off the lamp that sat beside his bed. Darkness coats the room as he feels her snuggle closer to him, a smile on her lips.
Pulling off his gloves, he sat them next to his lamp, his bare hands resting against her forearm. Grinning, he shut his own eyes, sleep almost instantly taking control of his form and hers.
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Tea Errors — General! Jonathan Crane x gn! reader
summery: Harley tries to help reader to get with Jon. But when the reader mysteriously doesn't appear at work one day, Jon can't help but worry. What happens when he finds out they're in a hospital?
tw: Descriptions of injury and violence.
a/n: Idk why, but the rogues have been making me write damn novels compared to my other fics. My average has been like...3.7k words for them when normally its only 1k 😭 This fic is loosely inspired by these headcanons by @roguish-gallery
wc: 5.6k
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“Wait…WHAT?!” Harley shouted, not caring how the other patrons glanced in our direction. Although once they realized it was Harley Quinn, they quickly went back to minding their own business.
I dropped my head to the table, feeling my body heat up with embarrassment. I knew that telling Harley a secret was like telling a middle aged housewife the neighborhood gossip. Which meant it won’t be a secret for long, but I’ve been keeping this secret for a long time. It was getting draining to hold these feelings in to myself and Harley was surprisingly one of the closest people in my life at the moment.
How? Well I was Jonathan Crane’s assistant. I helped him with anything he needed to take care of that he didn’t have time to oversee himself. It took me a long time to get into the position I have now, and over that time I found myself falling for him. Somehow. He was reclusive, quiet, and distant. Yet somehow that charmed me. His passion, albeit unique, spoke to me. Not many people were as passionate as he was about his research, and the fact that he never let any setbacks get to him was admirable. It’s one of the reasons why I wanted to help him so much.
Even more surprising was how Harley Quinn, the clown queen of crime, seemed to have a strange attachment to Dr. Crane. It was like a frenemy situation. Dr. Crane would always seem to have an air of distaste towards Harley when she was around, yet he would never kick her out or yell at her. Not that he was the shouting type. His threats towards her were surface level at worst, and he never scolded me for her somehow getting into his office.
Which led to us becoming friends. Whenever she deemed Dr. Crane to be worthy of her attention, she’d end up getting sidetracked when I actually would hold a conversation with her. I think Dr. Crane appreciated it as well, since he could actually focus on his toxins instead of making sure Harley didn’t accidentally gas herself…not like it would affect her.
Which led to the current situation. I confessed my hidden feelings for my boss to Harley Quinn. It was wrong on so many levels. It was unprofessional the way I felt about him, and not to mention that he was a criminal mastermind.
…well that second point never really mattered. I got over it the second I saw my first paycheck.
“I know,” I groaned into my arms. “It’s weird.”
“This is amazing!” She squealed, kicking her feet. “Y’know he’s always been a loner. I’ve just been waitin’ for someone to come along and sweep him off of his feet.”
Lifting my head, I stared blankly at her, “I don’t think I’ve swept anything but the floors.”
“Awe I don’t think that’s true,” She smirked, taking a sip of her obnoxiously bright drink. “Y’know he’s never had an assistant last as long as you have toots. Not to mention he seems ta really like ya. I mean he hasn’t made ya one of his test subjects yet.”
“Yet,” I pointed out, taking a sip of my drink.
Harley’s cherry red lips were held in a pout, “Don’t be such a party pooper. Besides! If he tries anything he’ll have to get through me!”
I couldn’t stop the small smile that formed on my lips at that statement. There were some perks to having villain friends. Harley may be crazy, but she was loyal. I’m lucky that I’m in her good graces.
“He’s got a soft spot for ya,” She said with a shrug, stirring her drink with her straw. “He’s just got his own way of showin’ it.”
Harley’s words continued to ring through my head the next day. I brewed some coffee while also checking the email for Dr. Crane. I hadn’t seen him come in yet, so he was either running late (unlikely), or he was already cooped up in his lab (very likely). In fact, it was likely that he hadn't even left it all night.
Seeing as none of the other rogues contacted Dr. Crane, I decided to check out the lab and make sure everything was in order. I’ve only been into the lab a couple of times. Dr. Crane didn’t like anyone entering, and the times I had been in there were to escort Harley out into his office instead. The lab is where he kept his most vile of fear toxin samples. Building off of his old works to create more potent toxins to warp Batman's mind.
I knocked on the door first, wanting to make sure I wasn’t intruding. When I didn’t hear anything, I cracked the door open, peering into the room. Tables are littered with burners, tubes, vials, flasks, pipettes, beakers and basically anything you could possibly need for creating toxins that drive people insane and possibly kill them. My eyes finally fell onto the brown haired scientist, slumped over the table with beakers surrounding him. Orange liquids filled some, others were a dark brown.
Taking a tentative step back, I shut the door as quietly as I could. I made quick work of grabbing the jacket I wore today and quietly slipped into the lab. I scooched the beakers back (keeping them in the same order) to give Crane some more space. I then gently placed my jacket over his shoulders, which made him stir, causing me to tense, only for him to continue his slumber. Carefully, I slid his glasses off his face so he could sleep a bit more comfortably. Folding the legs of his glasses, I placed them near his head.
I should wake him up. It was my job to make sure everything was in working order. Keep an eye on the goons, make sure transactions were upheld, and report any problems to Dr. Crane. Yet seeing how he tended to overwork himself, neglecting his needs, I could only hope that he won’t be too irritated at my decision. Double checking that the space was as safe as it could be, I left the lab. I was just glad he didn’t leave any burners on overnight.
A few hours later, Crane had entered what could only be described as the lobby. It wasn’t really a lobby, as no one came in and out of the hideout except for goons, but it held my desk. I was absorbed in my work, making sure that the next shipment of chemicals came in discreetly and without a hitch.
“I believe this is yours,” His low voice shocked me out of my trance. Looking away from the screen of my computer, I was met with his blue eyes staring back. With his lips barely uplifting into a smirk, Crane teased, “Didn’t mean to scare ya.”
“I’m sure you didn’t,” I teased back, taking my jacket back. “I hope you don’t mind that I let you sleep in.”
It was silent for a few seconds. A few agonizing seconds. His blue eyes felt like they were piercing through me, and I could only hope Harley was right about how Crane felt about me.
“I suppose I wouldn’t be able to properly make batches of my toxins if I were drowsy,” He muttered, pushing his round glasses up his nose. “Speaking of, are those chemicals going to be here today?”
“Yes, sir,” I nodded proudly. I always felt proud when I had good news to give him, even if he didn’t give me a reason to. “They’ll be in within the hour.”
With a nod, he excused himself and made his way into the makeshift breakroom.
…
“I wish I could help,” Harley pouted, holding her head up in her hand.
“You have no business getting into other people’s personal lives,” Ivy scolded, green eyes half lidded in a disapproving stare. “Besides, I doubt Crane has any interest in them outside of scaring them.”
My smile fell at that. Ivy was the clear headed one of the two. She kept Harley grounded while Harley helped Ivy let loose every once in a while. Ivy wasn’t really fond of me, though I didn’t blame her. She was weary of all strangers, and we’ve only talked a few times. The only reason being that I was a friend of Harley’s.
“You shoulda seen ‘im red!” Harley exclaimed, flapping her arms around wildly. “He was totes makin’ goo goo eyes' last time I visited.”
“I don’t even understand why you visit the old crow,” She grumbled, taking a sip of water.
“You wouldn’t get it,” Harley waved off. “And don’t listen to red toots. She’s just jealous that I’ve been payin’ more attention to your little love story than her.”
“You wish,” Ivy mumbled into her glass.
“Anyways,” Harley emphasized. “You gotta show him you're interested! But not over the top. He’s mentioned how he had students flirt with him to get better grades so that type ‘a flirtin’ don’t work for him.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“You gotta do somethin’ else,” She explained, twirling her hair. “Y’know, I think he’d really enjoy acts of service. Take care of him a little. Ooo, maybe some quality time.” She winked.
“And how the hell am I supposed to do that?” I asked, slumping over slightly. “Ask him on a date?” Ivy looked as disinterested as ever as Harley tapped her chin in thought.
“Uhhhhmmm,” Harley hummed. “Maybe start with something smaller. Take a break together, get to know each other better.”
I hummed, thinking it over. Harley was actually giving good advice. It wasn’t over the top or brash like it usually is. She must be closer to Crane than I thought.
“I’ll try,” I nodded. It seemed easy enough.
…
Boy was I wrong. It felt nearly impossible to pull Crane away from his work, and I honestly didn’t want to. He seemed close to a breakthrough and I didn’t want to distract him…I’m not sure if it would end well for me if I did. So I decided to focus on what I do best. Acts of service. I dropped by the lab, the room feeling less daunting every time I entered without Crane shooing me out. When his coffee was low, I’d refill his cup, when he hadn't eaten anything since the morning, I’d ask if he wanted any food or snacks.
It would be stupid to think that Crane hasn’t noticed my change in behavior. How I was providing him more aid than usual. How I started to focus on his needs more. I was just glad he didn’t bring it up, though he wasn’t the type to do that. It was a slow day today. No deals, no shipments, no rogues needing anything. So I was left to help Crane, whether it be cleaning his equipment or getting him another refill.
“Did you need anything else Dr. Crane?” I asked, watching him drop some chemicals into a flask, the chemicals bubbling as a reaction. “Perhaps you could use a small break.”
He paused for a second, rubbing his eyes. It was hard to ignore the purple under his eyes as it continued to grow darker by the day. I could only imagine the soreness he felt as he hunched over his equipment for hours. I felt a glimmer of hope that I managed to get to him.
“I reckon a break wouldn’t hurt,” He mumbled, pushing himself to stand up. A bright grin splashed across my face, feeling giddy that he actually listened. Shrugging off his lab coat, Crane exited the lab and I trailed behind him.
“Harley mentioned you tend to overwork yourself,” I spoke up. “But she didn’t need to tell me that since I witness it first hand almost everyday.”
“Yes,” Crane hummed, taking a seat in his office seat. It looked much more comfortable than the stool he used in the lab. “A bad habit. You’ve been talking to Harley?”
“Mhm,” I nodded, standing in front of his desk. I wasn’t fully sure if he wanted me there for his break, but the advice Harley gave rang through my head. “She’s been really nice to me. Inviting me to hang with her during her more laid-back outings…which never seem to stay that way. But I got to meet Ivy! But she doesn’t really like me, so I feel bad when I third wheel her and Harley.”
Crane quirked an eyebrow, but his reaction was as nonchalant as ever, “I wouldn’t feel too guilty, Ivy doesn’t really like anyone outside of Harley.”
“Yeah,” I shrugged, finally deciding to take a seat. “It’s nice to have friends. With my current career path and all, I didn't think I’d have any.”
A silence settled over us before Crane spoke up, “...I understand how the life of crime may be lonely.”
Even though I worked for a criminal, and I was surrounded by criminals, I always forget that I was now technically classified as a criminal. I had worked as a receptionist once when I was a teenager. A minimum wage job to give me some extra spending money. So working for Crane felt nostalgic almost. Even though I was in charge of stock, transactions, and the schedule for Crane…I never saw the aftermath. I could’ve been working for anyone with the tasks I kept, so it was easy for me to forget just how deep I was in if either Crane or I were caught.
“Well,” I trailed off, trying to gain the courage for what I wanted to say. “I hope my presence makes it just a little less lonely around here.”
Crane was cold, distant, reclusive. That didn’t mean he wasn’t human (even if he didn’t want to admit that). Loneliness was like a disease, once the feeling’s there, it’s hard to make it dissipate. It would slowly creep through you until it would fully consume you. Some people had a higher tolerance to it, others didn’t.
Crane seemed to be one of the few that was immune to the feeling. He, after all, never showed anything to prove contrary. Yet the hidden warmth that laid just behind his eyes screamed otherwise. Perhaps, his alias as Scarecrow was only one side of him. The side he wanted everyone to see, that he wanted everyone to cower to. But behind that mask, revealed an old man who was both tired and lonely. Perhaps a part of him craved that loneliness, I understood the need to be alone all too well, but it was clear he also craved a connection. For someone to see all of him, and to accept him for all his flaws and perfections.
“You’ve definitely livened the space up,” He replied, his eyes trailing to the plants I’ve added to his office. “...I do appreciate what you do…thank you.”
I stared at him in awe. The master of fear, a man renowned for bringing your worst fears to life, had given me praise. He had caused my heart rate to accelerate, but it wasn’t from fear.
…
“YES!” Harley cheered, pumping her fist in the air. “I better be the maid of honor.”
I let out a snort, “If it took this long for him to compliment me I think marriage is far, far in the future.”
“You don’t get it,” Harley grinned, bouncing in her seat. “He neva compliments anyone! He’s basically just confessed his undyin’ love for ya!”
Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t hide the amused grin that took over my lips. The idea of Doctor Jonathan Crane, the brooding workaholic scientist/terrorist professing his undying love was entertaining. A man who was a force to be reckoned with, being soft. The more I thought about it, the more I craved to witness such an event. To be someone he deems special.
The rest of the night went by smoothly. Or as smooth as it can get with Harley. She only busted one guy's ass after he tried to catcall her. So overall, a calm night. We parted ways eventually, and I seemed to have grown too comfortable in Gotham. I was surrounded by rogues! What did I have to fear when I worked with the most fearsome?
There’s nothing more fearsome than desperation. The terror that filled me at this moment was worse than my first day of working under Scarecrow! The man held a knife up to me, hands trembling as he ordered me to hand over my wallet and all other valuable items I may be carrying. I knew better than to fight. My wallet wasn’t worth more than my life. Though I was scared of what the man’s reaction will be when he realizes I don’t have anything of value. I may have been stupid enough to walk down the streets of Gotham without a buddy, but I was smart enough to keep valuables off of me.
I slowly took out my wallet, to make sure he knew I wasn’t a threat. But the man didn’t seem to be stable, whether he was coming down from a high, or was paranoid, I wasn’t sure, but he jerked the knife forward. I gasped, eyes wide as I watched the knife pierce my abdomen, my wallet dropping to the asphalt forgotten. The man also seemed surprised, as he took a step back.
“W-wait,” I pleaded breathly, but it was too late. The man yanked the knife out and took off running. “Shit,” I whispered, pressing the wound. Moving to sit on the trash littered pavement, I tried to keep pressure on my wound as I dialed 911.
“911 what’s your emergency?” The dispatcher asked calmly.
“I-I just got stabbed,” I replied, taking a shuddering breath in. The pain started to spread along with the blood that seeped between my fingers. “I need an ambulance.”
I kept trying to take deep breaths as I gave them my location. My vision started to get blurry as stars filled my peripheral vision. I hoped to whatever was listening that I was close enough to a hospital. That today wouldn’t be my last day. That all I lived up to was being an assistant. Not being able to say goodbye to Harley, to Jon. I tried to stay awake, yet my eyelids were growing heavier by the second. The drone of the dispatcher felt like a lullaby as they tried to question me, keep me awake, keep me alive.
The sound of sirens rang through my head foggily. The pressure I kept on my side had loosened as my hands started to feel colder. The searing pain started to numb as everything soon turned dark.
…
When Jonathan had walked into the hideout that following morning, the space was unusually quiet. As he passed your desk, he noted that it hadn’t changed since you left the night before. It was strange when the smell of coffee brewing no longer filled the air. That your cheery voice hadn’t greeted him. He felt his mood sour by the second.
Though it was odd that you were late. He couldn’t remember a day that you weren’t there to greet him. You were only human, and people made mistakes. He’ll let you off with a warning this time, but don’t make it a habit.
After making himself a pot of coffee, he went into his lab to drown himself in his work. Like usual. Yet that stupid nagging wouldn’t leave the back of his head. Where were you? If you needed to miss work you would’ve called in. Yes, typically he didn’t really allow sick days. His goons were paid to get the job done, not to lay around and be sick.
But you weren’t just any goon. You were his charming assistant who made his day, even if he didn’t show it. He paused his movements, eyes fogging over as he started to theorize where you could possibly be. Were you sick? Were you hurt? Maybe you forgot to call? With that thought, Jon took out his phone and called you. Each ring made his heart thump faster. When he heard your voice, a sense of comfort washed over him, only for it to be your voicemail. His comfort vanished. Remembering the fact that you had mentioned going to see Harley, he decided to call her. (Texting wasn’t really his thing).
“Hiya Jon!” Harley greeted over the phone. “You finally called!” Not wanting to waste time, Jon got right to the point, asking if she knew where you were. “Whaddya mean they’re not at work?” Harley asked, voice giving away her concern.
Jon hung up, a scowl starting to form on his face. Where the hell were you? A feeling he hadn’t felt in a long, long time started to form. His gut twisted, heart pumping faster, he felt scared. A feeling he’d normally welcome. A state he was so used to it felt like home. Yet, with the context of you possibly missing, his fear wasn’t welcome.
It wasn’t until an hour later when relief flooded through his system. Your caller I.D. flashed on his phone screen and he didn’t hesitate to answer.
…
The first thing I heard was the sound of beeping. I scrunched my face as pain seared through my abdomen. Blearily opening my eyes, the bright light overhead seared my brain. I let out a groan as everything started to hurt. My head pounded at the same time heels clicked against the ground. Looking over, a nurse rushed over to me.
“You’re awake!” She spoke loudly, her voice irritatingly cheery for my current condition. “The doctor’s on his way.”
“What happened?” I asked, throat raspy with misuse.
“I’ll let the doctor go over your condition,” The nurse replied patronizingly.
“What time is it?” I asked instead, wanting to get some information.
Pulling out her phone, she glanced at it before replying, “It’s currently 10:47 am.” A knock on the door sounded through the room before the doctor entered.
“Good morning,” The doctor greeted. “How are you feeling?”
“Bad,” I grumbled, trying to shift up on the hospital bed. The nurse quickly rushed over and helped me.
“Well, it would be concerning if you didn’t feel anything,” The doctor jokes. “I’m Dr. Bell. You’re currently in Gotham General Hospital. You were stabbed, luckily, all major organs and arteries were missed. You’ll be discharged in a few days if your wound shows no signs of infection. Do you have any questions?”
“Uhm,” I muttered, trying to take in all this information at once. “Where…are my things?”
“Would you bring their personal belongings Lynn?” Dr. Bell turned to the nurse who nodded and hurriedly, the sound of her heels following her out of the room. “Not so good news, there’s no one named under your emergency contact list, so you may have to stay longer in the hospital if you have no one to take care of you. And since you were stabbed, the police are here to do a brief interview.” I let out a sigh, leaning my head back. Dr. Bell nodded to two police officers standing just outside of my room before taking her leave.
“Hello,” One police officer greeted me. The other slightly tipping his hat. “I’m Detective Yates, that’s my partner Tanner. I’m sure you already know why we’re here.” I nodded, pulling the thin hospital blanket further up.
“We know this may be hard to talk about,” Tanner spoke up. “It’s still fresh, but that’s why we try ta get as much info as we can right away.”
“It’s all really blurry,” I lied. “I might not be much help.” It wasn’t blurry. I remember every second vividly. The distress in the man's dark brown eyes. How his dark brown hair was tousled and greasy like he hasn’t had a shower in days. How his hands trembled with the silver of the knife glittering under the street lights. The look of utter horror, panic, and regret that flashed in his eyes as the knife plunged through my skin.
He was a person who needed help, not enforcement.
“Any detail will be of help,” Yates gruffed. “Do you remember how they looked?”
“He…he was tall. Maybe 5’9?” I offered. If I said nothing they’d get suspicious of my intentions. “He was wearing a hood, so I couldn’t see much besides that.”
“What clothes was he wearin’?” Tanner asked next.
“Uhm, black hoodie,” I replied. “And blue jeans.”
“How’d he act?”
“Scared,” I replied honestly. “I don’t think he meant to hurt me. He ran off right after. Don’t remember much after that.”
Another lie. I remember the fear that rushed through me when I believed I was a goner. The pain that felt like liquid fire burning through me. The glow of the street light that shined down on me as I bleed out. Though I doubt that’s what the police needed to know.
“Thank you for your time,” Detective Yates replied, standing up with his partner. “We’ll contact you if we find anything else.”
“Thanks,” I replied awkwardly, waving at them as they left. When I finally thought I’d be left to my own devices, Nurse Lynn entered carrying my belongings.
“You didn’t have much on you,” She said mindlessly, setting my things down on the bed beside me. “Wallet, phone, and keys. If you need anything, just press this button.” She aimlessly pointed near the side of my bed. With that, she was gone. Finally, peace and quiet…not counting the loud beeping of the heart monitor. Checking my phone, my eyes widened. Over 100 notifications. Most of them being none other than Harley Quinn.
Scrolling through the spam of texts Harley sent, my heart warmed at how much she really cared for me.
‘Jonny called me’
‘u ok toots?’
‘helloooooooooooooo’
‘ur scaring me here’
‘Jonny never called me before y’know’
‘ANSWER ME’
‘pls’
You get the jist. I quickly typed out a short ‘I’m ok, there was a small accident but it’s all good now’. Then I finally got to the first missed call. Dr. Crane. There was something common between Harley and I. Jon never called me before either, and my nerves started getting to me. I’d never missed a day of work before. Well…only if I were sick. I’d never missed a day of work without telling Jon before. Was he angry? Would he fire me? …would I become his next test subject?
I never thought about him like that before. I always felt a strange security around him. It was funny, I found comfort in a man who took away people's comfort. Yet that security was stripped. At the end of the day, he was still my boss. A man who didn’t take insubordination lightly. Yes I was literally stabbed, but there was that fear that still lingered. I suppose that was Jon’s entire motif.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed the call button quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. The heart monitor beeped more rapidly each time the phone rang. It rang three times before he finally answered, my name whispered out under his breath.
“Hey,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Sorry about everything. I, uh, had an accident last night. Doctor said I have to stay in the hospital for a few days, maybe longer since I don’t have anyone to take care of me if I were to go home.”
It was quiet for a few beats.
“Where are you being held?” He asked, his voice low. A shiver ran up my spine at his tone.
“Gotham General Hospital,” I replied back.
“I’ll be right there,” He muttered before hanging up. I blinked, unsure how to feel. But I couldn’t dwell on it long because I was being spam called by Harley.
“Hi Harley,” I answered.
“What do you mean you had an accident?” She shouted, making me pull the phone away from my ear.
“Okay, I’ll tell you everything but you gotta promise not to freak out,” I sighed. “Jon’s already on his way to visit me.”
“OMG YOU JUST CALLED HIM JON,” Harley shrieked. “Wait, you’re distracting me, what’s going on?”
“...I got stabbed.”
“YOU WHAT?”
I bit my lip, “It sounds worse than it is…?”
“You’re not makin’ much sense toots,” Harley replied, and I could hear the frown on her face. “How can a stabbing sound worse than it is? Are you at the hospital? Please tell me you’re gettin’ cared for.”
“I’m at Gotham Central Hospital,” I stated. “It’s all stitched up. Doc said nothing vital was hit and I just need time to heal. Like I said, it sounds worse than it is.”
Clearly pouting, Harley huffed, “I wish I could visit ya, but I think that’d cause a bit of a hassle.”
I laughed lightly before flinching at the pain it caused, “Yeah, I’d rather you not get arrested.”
“Tell me when you get out, okay?” Harley asked.
“Okay,” I agreed, a warm grin painting my lips.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Do ya know who did it?” Harley finally asked. “I’d just like ta pay ‘em a little visit.”
Looking down at my lap, my smile turned more somber, “You don’t gotta do that Harls’. He didn’t seem to be in the right state of mind.”
“...” Harley stayed silent before responding. “That don’t matta. You got hurt, end of story. End of theirs too.”
I sighed, “No.”
“You got a big heart toots,” Harley sighed. “A little too big if ya ask me.”
I chuckled once more, “Yeah yeah.”
“You get betta for me, alright suga’?” She asked somberly.
“Of course,” I agreed.
“And you better call me!”
“I will.”
“...you callin’ him Jon now?” She asked, and I could just imagine the cheeky grin she held.
My heart stuttered at the implication, “I…it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Mhmmm,” She hummed. “No, of course not. You’ve just been callin’ him Crane for what? Two years now?”
“...”
Harley chuckled at my silence, “Alright, I’ll stop teasin’ ya. You get some rest, okay? I need my best friend back in tip top shape!”
“Aye, aye captain,” I saluted, even if she couldn’t see.
“Bye bye toots.”
“Bye Harley.”
I felt myself relax, looking over to the small tv that rested in the corner of the room. I picked up the remote that laid on the side table and scrolled through the channels. I frowned as nothing good seemed to be on, and it was hard to see the screen anyways. Why did they put it in the farthest corner of the room?
The sound of knocking resounded through the room, and a nurse entered the room shortly, “You have a visitor.” None other than Jonathan Crane towered behind the nurse. He was as put together as always, the only sign of something being wrong was the intensity of his gaze as it fell onto my figure. The nurse exited just as quickly, closing the door behind her.
The tension felt high as silence consumed the room. I picked at the linens, anxiety suddenly running through me. Talking to Harley helped me calm down about the situation, but Jon brought me back to reality.
“Just an accident?” Jon asked, his face never leaving its calm expression.
I offered a sheepish grin, “Does someone get stabbed on purpose?”
His face remained stoic, not a hint of amusement as I tried to diffuse the tension. Jon took a seat in the cheap plastic chair that sat next to the bed.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, the rage in his eyes dying down into a warm caring look.
I shrugged, “It hurts. I’m tired, a bit hungry.”
“Have you eaten anything yet?”
“No,” I shook my head. The previous tension had dissipated into a warmth. Maybe I should get stabbed more often if Jon would take care of me. Nah, the pain wasn’t all that fun.
…
With Jon taking care of me, my feelings towards him only grew stronger. He’d try to help me through the trauma I gained from the interaction. Trauma I didn’t even realize I really had. I would wake up in a cold sweat some nights, the feeling of the knife penetrating my skin feeling as real as it did the night of the attack. I also couldn’t get over the hopelessness I felt that night. The need to see the people I cared about most just one last time. How I took our interactions for granted.
I watched with gratitude as Jon pressed the back of his hand on my forehead, making sure I didn’t have a fever. Making sure I wasn’t catching an infection, even though my wound had nearly fully healed. The sudden urge to confess my feelings consumed me. This wasn’t how a boss normally treated their employee. This was how someone treated a loved one.
I wished to see his soft side, and now I saw it, and I never wanted to let go.
“Jon,” I whispered, my breath fanning over his face. His blue eyes met mine, urging me to continue with his expression alone.
Fear drives people. That’s what Jon theorized. And with recent events, I’ve come to realize that he’s right. I was afraid of rejection, and so I kept how I felt to myself. Now, I was afraid he’ll never know how I feel. How much I care for him, how much I admire and appreciate him.
“Thank you, for everything,” I thanked, taking in just how handsome he was. “Would you be okay with getting a coffee together?”
The faintest look of surprise crossed his features before that barely there grin pulled his lips up, “Sounds like a treat.”
“Then it's a date,” I grinned, closing the distance and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Wait…WHAT?!” Harley shouted, not caring how the other patrons glanced in our direction. Although once they realized it was Harley Quinn, they quickly went back to minding their own business.
I dropped my head to the table, feeling my body heat up with embarrassment. I knew that telling Harley a secret was like telling a middle aged housewife the neighborhood gossip. Which meant it won’t be a secret for long, but I’ve been keeping this secret for a long time. It was getting draining to hold these feelings in to myself and Harley was surprisingly one of the closest people in my life at the moment.
How? Well I was Jonathan Crane’s assistant. I helped him with anything he needed to take care of that he didn’t have time to oversee himself. It took me a long time to get into the position I have now, and over that time I found myself falling for him. Somehow. He was reclusive, quiet, and distant. Yet somehow that charmed me. His passion, albeit unique, spoke to me. Not many people were as passionate as he was about his research, and the fact that he never let any setbacks get to him was admirable. It’s one of the reasons why I wanted to help him so much.
Even more surprising was how Harley Quinn, the clown queen of crime, seemed to have a strange attachment to Dr. Crane. It was like a frenemy situation. Dr. Crane would always seem to have an air of distaste towards Harley when she was around, yet he would never kick her out or yell at her. Not that he was the shouting type. His threats towards her were surface level at worst, and he never scolded me for her somehow getting into his office.
Which led to us becoming friends. Whenever she deemed Dr. Crane to be worthy of her attention, she’d end up getting sidetracked when I actually would hold a conversation with her. I think Dr. Crane appreciated it as well, since he could actually focus on his toxins instead of making sure Harley didn’t accidentally gas herself…not like it would affect her.
Which led to the current situation. I confessed my hidden feelings for my boss to Harley Quinn. It was wrong on so many levels. It was unprofessional the way I felt about him, and not to mention that he was a criminal mastermind.
…well that second point never really mattered. I got over it the second I saw my first paycheck.
“I know,” I groaned into my arms. “It’s weird.”
“This is amazing!” She squealed, kicking her feet. “Y’know he’s always been a loner. I’ve just been waitin’ for someone to come along and sweep him off of his feet.”
Lifting my head, I stared blankly at her, “I don’t think I’ve swept anything but the floors.”
“Awe I don’t think that’s true,” She smirked, taking a sip of her obnoxiously bright drink. “Y’know he’s never had an assistant last as long as you have toots. Not to mention he seems ta really like ya. I mean he hasn’t made ya one of his test subjects yet.”
“Yet,” I pointed out, taking a sip of my drink.
Harley’s cherry red lips were held in a pout, “Don’t be such a party pooper. Besides! If he tries anything he’ll have to get through me!”
I couldn’t stop the small smile that formed on my lips at that statement. There were some perks to having villain friends. Harley may be crazy, but she was loyal. I’m lucky that I’m in her good graces.
“He’s got a soft spot for ya,” She said with a shrug, stirring her drink with her straw. “He’s just got his own way of showin’ it.”
Harley’s words continued to ring through my head the next day. I brewed some coffee while also checking the email for Dr. Crane. I hadn’t seen him come in yet, so he was either running late (unlikely), or he was already cooped up in his lab (very likely). In fact, it was likely that he hadn't even left it all night.
Seeing as none of the other rogues contacted Dr. Crane, I decided to check out the lab and make sure everything was in order. I’ve only been into the lab a couple of times. Dr. Crane didn’t like anyone entering, and the times I had been in there were to escort Harley out into his office instead. The lab is where he kept his most vile of fear toxin samples. Building off of his old works to create more potent toxins to warp Batman's mind.
I knocked on the door first, wanting to make sure I wasn’t intruding. When I didn’t hear anything, I cracked the door open, peering into the room. Tables are littered with burners, tubes, vials, flasks, pipettes, beakers and basically anything you could possibly need for creating toxins that drive people insane and possibly kill them. My eyes finally fell onto the brown haired scientist, slumped over the table with beakers surrounding him. Orange liquids filled some, others were a dark brown.
Taking a tentative step back, I shut the door as quietly as I could. I made quick work of grabbing the jacket I wore today and quietly slipped into the lab. I scooched the beakers back (keeping them in the same order) to give Crane some more space. I then gently placed my jacket over his shoulders, which made him stir, causing me to tense, only for him to continue his slumber. Carefully, I slid his glasses off his face so he could sleep a bit more comfortably. Folding the legs of his glasses, I placed them near his head.
I should wake him up. It was my job to make sure everything was in working order. Keep an eye on the goons, make sure transactions were upheld, and report any problems to Dr. Crane. Yet seeing how he tended to overwork himself, neglecting his needs, I could only hope that he won’t be too irritated at my decision. Double checking that the space was as safe as it could be, I left the lab. I was just glad he didn’t leave any burners on overnight.
A few hours later, Crane had entered what could only be described as the lobby. It wasn’t really a lobby, as no one came in and out of the hideout except for goons, but it held my desk. I was absorbed in my work, making sure that the next shipment of chemicals came in discreetly and without a hitch.
“I believe this is yours,” His low voice shocked me out of my trance. Looking away from the screen of my computer, I was met with his blue eyes staring back. With his lips barely uplifting into a smirk, Crane teased, “Didn’t mean to scare ya.”
“I’m sure you didn’t,” I teased back, taking my jacket back. “I hope you don’t mind that I let you sleep in.”
It was silent for a few seconds. A few agonizing seconds. His blue eyes felt like they were piercing through me, and I could only hope Harley was right about how Crane felt about me.
“I suppose I wouldn’t be able to properly make batches of my toxins if I were drowsy,” He muttered, pushing his round glasses up his nose. “Speaking of, are those chemicals going to be here today?”
“Yes, sir,” I nodded proudly. I always felt proud when I had good news to give him, even if he didn’t give me a reason to. “They’ll be in within the hour.”
With a nod, he excused himself and made his way into the makeshift breakroom.
…
“I wish I could help,” Harley pouted, holding her head up in her hand.
“You have no business getting into other people’s personal lives,” Ivy scolded, green eyes half lidded in a disapproving stare. “Besides, I doubt Crane has any interest in them outside of scaring them.”
My smile fell at that. Ivy was the clear headed one of the two. She kept Harley grounded while Harley helped Ivy let loose every once in a while. Ivy wasn’t really fond of me, though I didn’t blame her. She was weary of all strangers, and we’ve only talked a few times. The only reason being that I was a friend of Harley’s.
“You shoulda seen ‘im red!” Harley exclaimed, flapping her arms around wildly. “He was totes makin’ goo goo eyes' last time I visited.”
“I don’t even understand why you visit the old crow,” She grumbled, taking a sip of water.
“You wouldn’t get it,” Harley waved off. “And don’t listen to red toots. She’s just jealous that I’ve been payin’ more attention to your little love story than her.”
“You wish,” Ivy mumbled into her glass.
“Anyways,” Harley emphasized. “You gotta show him you're interested! But not over the top. He’s mentioned how he had students flirt with him to get better grades so that type ‘a flirtin’ don’t work for him.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“You gotta do somethin’ else,” She explained, twirling her hair. “Y’know, I think he’d really enjoy acts of service. Take care of him a little. Ooo, maybe some quality time.” She winked.
“And how the hell am I supposed to do that?” I asked, slumping over slightly. “Ask him on a date?” Ivy looked as disinterested as ever as Harley tapped her chin in thought.
“Uhhhhmmm,” Harley hummed. “Maybe start with something smaller. Take a break together, get to know each other better.”
I hummed, thinking it over. Harley was actually giving good advice. It wasn’t over the top or brash like it usually is. She must be closer to Crane than I thought.
“I’ll try,” I nodded. It seemed easy enough.
…
Boy was I wrong. It felt nearly impossible to pull Crane away from his work, and I honestly didn’t want to. He seemed close to a breakthrough and I didn’t want to distract him…I’m not sure if it would end well for me if I did. So I decided to focus on what I do best. Acts of service. I dropped by the lab, the room feeling less daunting every time I entered without Crane shooing me out. When his coffee was low, I’d refill his cup, when he hadn't eaten anything since the morning, I’d ask if he wanted any food or snacks.
It would be stupid to think that Crane hasn’t noticed my change in behavior. How I was providing him more aid than usual. How I started to focus on his needs more. I was just glad he didn’t bring it up, though he wasn’t the type to do that. It was a slow day today. No deals, no shipments, no rogues needing anything. So I was left to help Crane, whether it be cleaning his equipment or getting him another refill.
“Did you need anything else Dr. Crane?” I asked, watching him drop some chemicals into a flask, the chemicals bubbling as a reaction. “Perhaps you could use a small break.”
He paused for a second, rubbing his eyes. It was hard to ignore the purple under his eyes as it continued to grow darker by the day. I could only imagine the soreness he felt as he hunched over his equipment for hours. I felt a glimmer of hope that I managed to get to him.
“I reckon a break wouldn’t hurt,” He mumbled, pushing himself to stand up. A bright grin splashed across my face, feeling giddy that he actually listened. Shrugging off his lab coat, Crane exited the lab and I trailed behind him.
“Harley mentioned you tend to overwork yourself,” I spoke up. “But she didn’t need to tell me that since I witness it first hand almost everyday.”
“Yes,” Crane hummed, taking a seat in his office seat. It looked much more comfortable than the stool he used in the lab. “A bad habit. You’ve been talking to Harley?”
“Mhm,” I nodded, standing in front of his desk. I wasn’t fully sure if he wanted me there for his break, but the advice Harley gave rang through my head. “She’s been really nice to me. Inviting me to hang with her during her more laid-back outings…which never seem to stay that way. But I got to meet Ivy! But she doesn’t really like me, so I feel bad when I third wheel her and Harley.”
Crane quirked an eyebrow, but his reaction was as nonchalant as ever, “I wouldn’t feel too guilty, Ivy doesn’t really like anyone outside of Harley.”
“Yeah,” I shrugged, finally deciding to take a seat. “It’s nice to have friends. With my current career path and all, I didn't think I’d have any.”
A silence settled over us before Crane spoke up, “...I understand how the life of crime may be lonely.”
Even though I worked for a criminal, and I was surrounded by criminals, I always forget that I was now technically classified as a criminal. I had worked as a receptionist once when I was a teenager. A minimum wage job to give me some extra spending money. So working for Crane felt nostalgic almost. Even though I was in charge of stock, transactions, and the schedule for Crane…I never saw the aftermath. I could’ve been working for anyone with the tasks I kept, so it was easy for me to forget just how deep I was in if either Crane or I were caught.
“Well,” I trailed off, trying to gain the courage for what I wanted to say. “I hope my presence makes it just a little less lonely around here.”
Crane was cold, distant, reclusive. That didn’t mean he wasn’t human (even if he didn’t want to admit that). Loneliness was like a disease, once the feeling’s there, it’s hard to make it dissipate. It would slowly creep through you until it would fully consume you. Some people had a higher tolerance to it, others didn’t.
Crane seemed to be one of the few that was immune to the feeling. He, after all, never showed anything to prove contrary. Yet the hidden warmth that laid just behind his eyes screamed otherwise. Perhaps, his alias as Scarecrow was only one side of him. The side he wanted everyone to see, that he wanted everyone to cower to. But behind that mask, revealed an old man who was both tired and lonely. Perhaps a part of him craved that loneliness, I understood the need to be alone all too well, but it was clear he also craved a connection. For someone to see all of him, and to accept him for all his flaws and perfections.
“You’ve definitely livened the space up,” He replied, his eyes trailing to the plants I’ve added to his office. “...I do appreciate what you do…thank you.”
I stared at him in awe. The master of fear, a man renowned for bringing your worst fears to life, had given me praise. He had caused my heart rate to accelerate, but it wasn’t from fear.
…
“YES!” Harley cheered, pumping her fist in the air. “I better be the maid of honor.”
I let out a snort, “If it took this long for him to compliment me I think marriage is far, far in the future.”
“You don’t get it,” Harley grinned, bouncing in her seat. “He neva compliments anyone! He’s basically just confessed his undyin’ love for ya!”
Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t hide the amused grin that took over my lips. The idea of Doctor Jonathan Crane, the brooding workaholic scientist/terrorist professing his undying love was entertaining. A man who was a force to be reckoned with, being soft. The more I thought about it, the more I craved to witness such an event. To be someone he deems special.
The rest of the night went by smoothly. Or as smooth as it can get with Harley. She only busted one guy's ass after he tried to catcall her. So overall, a calm night. We parted ways eventually, and I seemed to have grown too comfortable in Gotham. I was surrounded by rogues! What did I have to fear when I worked with the most fearsome?
There’s nothing more fearsome than desperation. The terror that filled me at this moment was worse than my first day of working under Scarecrow! The man held a knife up to me, hands trembling as he ordered me to hand over my wallet and all other valuable items I may be carrying. I knew better than to fight. My wallet wasn’t worth more than my life. Though I was scared of what the man’s reaction will be when he realizes I don’t have anything of value. I may have been stupid enough to walk down the streets of Gotham without a buddy, but I was smart enough to keep valuables off of me.
I slowly took out my wallet, to make sure he knew I wasn’t a threat. But the man didn’t seem to be stable, whether he was coming down from a high, or was paranoid, I wasn’t sure, but he jerked the knife forward. I gasped, eyes wide as I watched the knife pierce my abdomen, my wallet dropping to the asphalt forgotten. The man also seemed surprised, as he took a step back.
“W-wait,” I pleaded breathly, but it was too late. The man yanked the knife out and took off running. “Shit,” I whispered, pressing the wound. Moving to sit on the trash littered pavement, I tried to keep pressure on my wound as I dialed 911.
“911 what’s your emergency?” The dispatcher asked calmly.
“I-I just got stabbed,” I replied, taking a shuddering breath in. The pain started to spread along with the blood that seeped between my fingers. “I need an ambulance.”
I kept trying to take deep breaths as I gave them my location. My vision started to get blurry as stars filled my peripheral vision. I hoped to whatever was listening that I was close enough to a hospital. That today wouldn’t be my last day. That all I lived up to was being an assistant. Not being able to say goodbye to Harley, to Jon. I tried to stay awake, yet my eyelids were growing heavier by the second. The drone of the dispatcher felt like a lullaby as they tried to question me, keep me awake, keep me alive.
The sound of sirens rang through my head foggily. The pressure I kept on my side had loosened as my hands started to feel colder. The searing pain started to numb as everything soon turned dark.
…
When Jonathan had walked into the hideout that following morning, the space was unusually quiet. As he passed your desk, he noted that it hadn’t changed since you left the night before. It was strange when the smell of coffee brewing no longer filled the air. That your cheery voice hadn’t greeted him. He felt his mood sour by the second.
Though it was odd that you were late. He couldn’t remember a day that you weren’t there to greet him. You were only human, and people made mistakes. He’ll let you off with a warning this time, but don’t make it a habit.
After making himself a pot of coffee, he went into his lab to drown himself in his work. Like usual. Yet that stupid nagging wouldn’t leave the back of his head. Where were you? If you needed to miss work you would’ve called in. Yes, typically he didn’t really allow sick days. His goons were paid to get the job done, not to lay around and be sick.
But you weren’t just any goon. You were his charming assistant who made his day, even if he didn’t show it. He paused his movements, eyes fogging over as he started to theorize where you could possibly be. Were you sick? Were you hurt? Maybe you forgot to call? With that thought, Jon took out his phone and called you. Each ring made his heart thump faster. When he heard your voice, a sense of comfort washed over him, only for it to be your voicemail. His comfort vanished. Remembering the fact that you had mentioned going to see Harley, he decided to call her. (Texting wasn’t really his thing).
“Hiya Jon!” Harley greeted over the phone. “You finally called!” Not wanting to waste time, Jon got right to the point, asking if she knew where you were. “Whaddya mean they’re not at work?” Harley asked, voice giving away her concern.
Jon hung up, a scowl starting to form on his face. Where the hell were you? A feeling he hadn’t felt in a long, long time started to form. His gut twisted, heart pumping faster, he felt scared. A feeling he’d normally welcome. A state he was so used to it felt like home. Yet, with the context of you possibly missing, his fear wasn’t welcome.
It wasn’t until an hour later when relief flooded through his system. Your caller I.D. flashed on his phone screen and he didn’t hesitate to answer.
…
The first thing I heard was the sound of beeping. I scrunched my face as pain seared through my abdomen. Blearily opening my eyes, the bright light overhead seared my brain. I let out a groan as everything started to hurt. My head pounded at the same time heels clicked against the ground. Looking over, a nurse rushed over to me.
“You’re awake!” She spoke loudly, her voice irritatingly cheery for my current condition. “The doctor’s on his way.”
“What happened?” I asked, throat raspy with misuse.
“I’ll let the doctor go over your condition,” The nurse replied patronizingly.
“What time is it?” I asked instead, wanting to get some information.
Pulling out her phone, she glanced at it before replying, “It’s currently 10:47 am.” A knock on the door sounded through the room before the doctor entered.
“Good morning,” The doctor greeted. “How are you feeling?”
“Bad,” I grumbled, trying to shift up on the hospital bed. The nurse quickly rushed over and helped me.
“Well, it would be concerning if you didn’t feel anything,” The doctor jokes. “I’m Dr. Bell. You’re currently in Gotham General Hospital. You were stabbed, luckily, all major organs and arteries were missed. You’ll be discharged in a few days if your wound shows no signs of infection. Do you have any questions?”
“Uhm,” I muttered, trying to take in all this information at once. “Where…are my things?”
“Would you bring their personal belongings Lynn?” Dr. Bell turned to the nurse who nodded and hurriedly, the sound of her heels following her out of the room. “Not so good news, there’s no one named under your emergency contact list, so you may have to stay longer in the hospital if you have no one to take care of you. And since you were stabbed, the police are here to do a brief interview.” I let out a sigh, leaning my head back. Dr. Bell nodded to two police officers standing just outside of my room before taking her leave.
“Hello,” One police officer greeted me. The other slightly tipping his hat. “I’m Detective Yates, that’s my partner Tanner. I’m sure you already know why we’re here.” I nodded, pulling the thin hospital blanket further up.
“We know this may be hard to talk about,” Tanner spoke up. “It’s still fresh, but that’s why we try ta get as much info as we can right away.”
“It’s all really blurry,” I lied. “I might not be much help.” It wasn’t blurry. I remember every second vividly. The distress in the man's dark brown eyes. How his dark brown hair was tousled and greasy like he hasn’t had a shower in days. How his hands trembled with the silver of the knife glittering under the street lights. The look of utter horror, panic, and regret that flashed in his eyes as the knife plunged through my skin.
He was a person who needed help, not enforcement.
“Any detail will be of help,” Yates gruffed. “Do you remember how they looked?”
“He…he was tall. Maybe 5’9?” I offered. If I said nothing they’d get suspicious of my intentions. “He was wearing a hood, so I couldn’t see much besides that.”
“What clothes was he wearin’?” Tanner asked next.
“Uhm, black hoodie,” I replied. “And blue jeans.”
“How’d he act?”
“Scared,” I replied honestly. “I don’t think he meant to hurt me. He ran off right after. Don’t remember much after that.”
Another lie. I remember the fear that rushed through me when I believed I was a goner. The pain that felt like liquid fire burning through me. The glow of the street light that shined down on me as I bleed out. Though I doubt that’s what the police needed to know.
“Thank you for your time,” Detective Yates replied, standing up with his partner. “We’ll contact you if we find anything else.”
“Thanks,” I replied awkwardly, waving at them as they left. When I finally thought I’d be left to my own devices, Nurse Lynn entered carrying my belongings.
“You didn’t have much on you,” She said mindlessly, setting my things down on the bed beside me. “Wallet, phone, and keys. If you need anything, just press this button.” She aimlessly pointed near the side of my bed. With that, she was gone. Finally, peace and quiet…not counting the loud beeping of the heart monitor. Checking my phone, my eyes widened. Over 100 notifications. Most of them being none other than Harley Quinn.
Scrolling through the spam of texts Harley sent, my heart warmed at how much she really cared for me.
‘Jonny called me’
‘u ok toots?’
‘helloooooooooooooo’
‘ur scaring me here’
‘Jonny never called me before y’know’
‘ANSWER ME’
‘pls’
You get the jist. I quickly typed out a short ‘I’m ok, there was a small accident but it’s all good now’. Then I finally got to the first missed call. Dr. Crane. There was something common between Harley and I. Jon never called me before either, and my nerves started getting to me. I’d never missed a day of work before. Well…only if I were sick. I’d never missed a day of work without telling Jon before. Was he angry? Would he fire me? …would I become his next test subject?
I never thought about him like that before. I always felt a strange security around him. It was funny, I found comfort in a man who took away people's comfort. Yet that security was stripped. At the end of the day, he was still my boss. A man who didn’t take insubordination lightly. Yes I was literally stabbed, but there was that fear that still lingered. I suppose that was Jon’s entire motif.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed the call button quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. The heart monitor beeped more rapidly each time the phone rang. It rang three times before he finally answered, my name whispered out under his breath.
“Hey,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Sorry about everything. I, uh, had an accident last night. Doctor said I have to stay in the hospital for a few days, maybe longer since I don’t have anyone to take care of me if I were to go home.”
It was quiet for a few beats.
“Where are you being held?” He asked, his voice low. A shiver ran up my spine at his tone.
“Gotham General Hospital,” I replied back.
“I’ll be right there,” He muttered before hanging up. I blinked, unsure how to feel. But I couldn’t dwell on it long because I was being spam called by Harley.
“Hi Harley,” I answered.
“What do you mean you had an accident?” She shouted, making me pull the phone away from my ear.
“Okay, I’ll tell you everything but you gotta promise not to freak out,” I sighed. “Jon’s already on his way to visit me.”
“OMG YOU JUST CALLED HIM JON,” Harley shrieked. “Wait, you’re distracting me, what’s going on?”
“...I got stabbed.”
“YOU WHAT?”
I bit my lip, “It sounds worse than it is…?”
“You’re not makin’ much sense toots,” Harley replied, and I could hear the frown on her face. “How can a stabbing sound worse than it is? Are you at the hospital? Please tell me you’re gettin’ cared for.”
“I’m at Gotham Central Hospital,” I stated. “It’s all stitched up. Doc said nothing vital was hit and I just need time to heal. Like I said, it sounds worse than it is.”
Clearly pouting, Harley huffed, “I wish I could visit ya, but I think that’d cause a bit of a hassle.”
I laughed lightly before flinching at the pain it caused, “Yeah, I’d rather you not get arrested.”
“Tell me when you get out, okay?” Harley asked.
“Okay,” I agreed, a warm grin painting my lips.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Do ya know who did it?” Harley finally asked. “I’d just like ta pay ‘em a little visit.”
Looking down at my lap, my smile turned more somber, “You don’t gotta do that Harls’. He didn’t seem to be in the right state of mind.”
“...” Harley stayed silent before responding. “That don’t matta. You got hurt, end of story. End of theirs too.”
I sighed, “No.”
“You got a big heart toots,” Harley sighed. “A little too big if ya ask me.”
I chuckled once more, “Yeah yeah.”
“You get betta for me, alright suga’?” She asked somberly.
“Of course,” I agreed.
“And you better call me!”
“I will.”
“...you callin’ him Jon now?” She asked, and I could just imagine the cheeky grin she held.
My heart stuttered at the implication, “I…it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Mhmmm,” She hummed. “No, of course not. You’ve just been callin’ him Crane for what? Two years now?”
“...”
Harley chuckled at my silence, “Alright, I’ll stop teasin’ ya. You get some rest, okay? I need my best friend back in tip top shape!”
“Aye, aye captain,” I saluted, even if she couldn’t see.
“Bye bye toots.”
“Bye Harley.”
I felt myself relax, looking over to the small tv that rested in the corner of the room. I picked up the remote that laid on the side table and scrolled through the channels. I frowned as nothing good seemed to be on, and it was hard to see the screen anyways. Why did they put it in the farthest corner of the room?
The sound of knocking resounded through the room, and a nurse entered the room shortly, “You have a visitor.” None other than Jonathan Crane towered behind the nurse. He was as put together as always, the only sign of something being wrong was the intensity of his gaze as it fell onto my figure. The nurse exited just as quickly, closing the door behind her.
The tension felt high as silence consumed the room. I picked at the linens, anxiety suddenly running through me. Talking to Harley helped me calm down about the situation, but Jon brought me back to reality.
“Just an accident?” Jon asked, his face never leaving its calm expression.
I offered a sheepish grin, “Does someone get stabbed on purpose?”
His face remained stoic, not a hint of amusement as I tried to diffuse the tension. Jon took a seat in the cheap plastic chair that sat next to the bed.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, the rage in his eyes dying down into a warm caring look.
I shrugged, “It hurts. I’m tired, a bit hungry.”
“Have you eaten anything yet?”
“No,” I shook my head. The previous tension had dissipated into a warmth. Maybe I should get stabbed more often if Jon would take care of me. Nah, the pain wasn’t all that fun.
…
With Jon taking care of me, my feelings towards him only grew stronger. He’d try to help me through the trauma I gained from the interaction. Trauma I didn’t even realize I really had. I would wake up in a cold sweat some nights, the feeling of the knife penetrating my skin feeling as real as it did the night of the attack. I also couldn’t get over the hopelessness I felt that night. The need to see the people I cared about most just one last time. How I took our interactions for granted.
I watched with gratitude as Jon pressed the back of his hand on my forehead, making sure I didn’t have a fever. Making sure I wasn’t catching an infection, even though my wound had nearly fully healed. The sudden urge to confess my feelings consumed me. This wasn’t how a boss normally treated their employee. This was how someone treated a loved one.
I wished to see his soft side, and now I saw it, and I never wanted to let go.
“Jon,” I whispered, my breath fanning over his face. His blue eyes met mine, urging me to continue with his expression alone.
Fear drives people. That’s what Jon theorized. And with recent events, I’ve come to realize that he’s right. I was afraid of rejection, and so I kept how I felt to myself. Now, I was afraid he’ll never know how I feel. How much I care for him, how much I admire and appreciate him.
“Thank you, for everything,” I thanked, taking in just how handsome he was. “Would you be okay with getting a coffee together?”
The faintest look of surprise crossed his features before that barely there grin pulled his lips up, “Sounds like a treat.”
“Then it's a date,” I grinned, closing the distance and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
#jonathan crane x reader#scarecrow x reader#gotham rogues x reader#rogues gallery x reader#jonathan crane#scarecrow#x reader#rogues gallery#gotham rogues#dork squad#dork squad x reader
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silly headcanons pt 2‼️
here we go. . Yay
Whenever they go out, Ashlyn had to wear like a TON of sunscreen because she’s pale af (same)
Scratch what I said last time, Aiden actually likes spiders, but is scared of grasshoppers. Why? Because they keep jumping on him and towards him because they don’t mind their stupid business and are so big for no reason. Ashlyn agrees with this statement
Aiden is so scared of failing his parents, as they seem to have high expectations with him and he’s worried that whatever he does may not be good enough or doesn’t fit their criteria, even if his parents try and reassure him it’s fine to mess up something, referring to his past
Aiden and Taylor totally listen to vocaloid
Beach time? Ashlyn is hiding in the shade on her phone, occasionally going out to swim. . But goes back because the water is freakishly cold. Ben is making sand castles (with or without that little cousin I forgot her name) Logan is collecting shells and cool objects for the sand castle and observation purposes (nerd) Taylor and Tyler are splashing eachother and seeing who can swim faster (Tyler refuses to play but does anyway for her) And Aiden is catching sand crabs, swimming, and climbing the rocky areas to find creatures or lost items to show everyone else.
birthdays? Aiden buys the best gifts cause he rich and seems to know everyone the most because he’s intrusive. Ashlyn buys pretty good ones as well becuase of her hearing everything everywhere. Logan isn’t the best and struggles but pulls through well in the end. Ben makes his own birthday gifts from scratch like a pro!! Taylor and Tyler team up, and usually do well (especially with secret Santa)
Aiden never actually went trick or treating before (bozo) because of his constant traveling, so the most he could and would ever do is buy candy the night of and watch something alone. The buds got together for a day and all went trick or treating for Aidens sake and he loved it. (He scared many kids that day because he went as a clown lmao)
Aiden does graffiti art les go!!!! (Got in trouble once)
Aiden ALMOST went to jail, but it was just some old lady complaining about how he looked because he kept smiling at her and thought he was being cocky (he was)
Ben listens to metal (you just take a headphone from him and you hear screaming and a heavy instrumental 💀)
both Ashlyn and Ben also listen to orchestral music, Taylor occasionally because it appeases her mind.
Horror movies? Ben dos NOT like them, but watches for the others sake. Logan feels the same way, and covers his face anytime a jumpscare is coming up (fails each time, ends up seeing every jumpscare and screams, jumps into the arms of the nearest person) Ashlyn doesn’t get scared easily with them, but only when she can’t tell if one’s gonna happen or not. Tyler likes them, but doesn’t admit to being scared at times. Taylor and Aiden love them, actually talking about what parts they liked and what they could have done better on.
since people are doing these, here:
Bi Ashlyn, considers herself a girl, but also as nothing sometimes (idk the word)
Pan Aiden, doesn’t care who you are, just be able to tolerate him.
Tyler is a homophobic homosexual
Logan is bi, no major preferences.
Ben is a straight and ace
Taylor is ace and demi romantic
love how most people seemed to agree with Taylor and Ben being ace
Ashlyn and Taylor have girls nights sometimes, usually with Taylor taking a ton of photos and Ashlyn getting bombarded with questions from Aiden and Tyler (mostly Aiden)
TW!! SH
When it came to Aiden being a alone in his room and him moving around a lot, it was hard for him to feel anything besides loneliness, so he took to SH for a while, mostly on his upper thighs because he felt no one would see them as easily. Even now he starts it up again when he’s super upset and had really no way to get his frustration out, didn’t help with the constant mask he put up. He feels better, but every now and then his emotions slip and he starts it up again, going further without realizing. He wears a strong foundation to at least cover some of them up, but someone noticed. Who? That’s up for you to decide.
ok good bye thanks for reading!!11!! 😹🌝🤺
#school bus graveyard#sbg#sbg (webtoon)#My headcanons#I’ll do more once I think of some#school bus graveyard webtoon#aiden clark#ben clark#tyler hernandez#Ashlyn Banner#Ashlynn#Taylor Hernandez#silly headcanons woo hoo!!
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Freak Show Chapter 4
Buggy x fem!reader
Summary: After a sudden discovery of your new found attraction a lot of tension builds. While Cabaji and Vivienne find an escape plan to get the two of you out
TW: Smut, MDNI, Dom Buggy
Notes: This is about to get so fucking good. I couldn't wait to end the enemy part like i planned
Chapter 4: Circus tricks
Oh my fucking god? What is wrong with you? You try to hold your composure, taking in breaths before reappearing.
You wiggled your way out of his grasp, deciding to keep this newfound attraction hidden. You were still enemies at the end of this. This had to be some kind of cabin fever. You were going crazy. You had to be. You swung your fist towards him, clearly not fast enough as his hand caught yours. “Oops. Too slow.” He mocked, pinning your hand above your head. You tried to wiggle the other out before he gripped your other wrist too, paralyzing it near your head, parallel to your left hand.
Your breath stiffened, tugging on your wrists, trying to pull away.
“Oh no, what happened? Not so scary as you try to play off, huh?” Buggy said in a hushed voice, leaning towards you, his face inches from you.
You avoided his eye contact, feeling a deep sudden shame overcome you.
Buggy moved your wrist to one of his hands, his large gloved hand gripped over both your smaller wrists as he gripped your jaw, his thumb resting on your lips and his other fingers gripped under your chin. “Look at me!” He demanded. He stared you down as if a hungry starved animal staring down a helpless deer.
You took a risk, moving your front teeth over his thumb, biting down on it. “FUCK!” He shouted, letting go of you before striking you. “Fucking psycho!” he continued to cuss under his breath, complete obscenities. e
You tried to free your hands, unable to as the grip Buggy had tightened. “No, no, no. You’re not going anywhere.” Buggy taunted. This was always like a little game with him. He knew he could kill you as soon as he wanted, but it was like a cat taunting his prey before actually going in for the kill. “Aren’t you gonna fight?” He wondered. You usually would kick and throw some punches, but you were frozen in place. “Did you actually give up? So early?” He asked, a smile creeping up on his painted face.
“I’m not giving up. I just know you have no guts. You have no knife. What could you possibly do?” You confronted. “You’re weak. You’re just a clown who does a circus trick.”
“And you’re just a whore who hides.” Buggy struck back.
You stared the other down, silence falling over one another. The silence was loud. Louder than any kind of battle you’ve ever been in.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You broke the silence as you watched his eyes soften at your gaze. You weren’t sure if it was pity or some other kind of hidden emotion he was trying to show you. Either way, there was something you didn’t trust about it.
A sudden rush came over you, your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him crash into you. His stubble rubbed against your softer skin. You felt your hands being freed and a soft yet slightly rough touch grip your cheek. It was as if it was something he always had on the back of his mind, but never had the guts to do. Buggy was always such a coward.
Even though this was a newfound feeling, you needed this as bad. As if you had been waiting for years. The longer your lips moved with each other, the sloppier it got. You gripped his arm, running your fingertips along his muscles as he kept himself hoisted up, trying not to crush you under his body. Even though he felt incredibly weak against your touch. A second broke as you were pulled away from the kiss. Buggy sat up, staring you down, wondering what his next move would be. Either apologize for his actions or completely forget this even happened.
“Fuck it.” He mumbled under his breath. “Take that shit off.” He ordered you as his arms snaked around you to undo your clothes with your help. You nodded quickly and obliged as you began to unbutton your corset, fully exposing yourself to him.
You hear him cursing under his breath, taking the sight of you before feeding into his urges once more. You moved your lips against his, wondering if any of his makeup was rubbing off of you. You moved the thought past you quickly though. His hand came up, cupping and massaging your breast. You left a whimper against his lips causing him to smirk a bit at how easy it seemed for him to make you fall into him.
“You’re such a fucking whore.” He mumbled, breaking the kiss just to mock you bringing himself right back to you. You smacked his cheek, warning him to watch what he said, but it seemed to just entertain him even more. He lowered his lips down to your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses across your jaw and neck, biting and sucking on sections of skin as he chose to. Every small bite left you letting out small gaps and hums as you tried to compose yourself well enough in front of him. “You’re so sensitive.” He whispered in your ear before kissing right under your ear. “And easy.” He continued with his double meanings. Of course, Buggy would tell jokes while trying to get you to fuck him.
“Buggy, could you please shut up before I regret this any more than I do?” You warned him. But he knew you wanted this. With a small bite across your collarbone, you fell weak against him, letting another noise escape your lips.
“What was that again? You really want me to stop?..” He teased, pulling his lips off your body, bringing his other hand to your waist, pulling you close to him. His other hand laid on top of your breast, massaging them before bringing your nipple in between his fingers. His face only an inch from yours as your breathing grew faster. “Seems like you’re really enjoying yourself… no?” He asked you.
Your bottom lip, brought between your teeth to keep yourself from revealing how much you enjoyed yourself. His hand dropped from your waist as your skirt was being pulled up by his hand. You never realized how much he could really do with his abilities. The disgusting thoughts of it flooded your mind.
“Come on… tell me. Are you enjoying yourself? Are you entertained?” He continued to annoy you. His fingers traced your thigh before finally making it to the start of your skirt. He slowly traced down your panties, moving them over to the side.
“Fuck…” You whimpered, not even being touched by him. You bucked your hips, desperate for him to actually touch you.
“Nu-uh… tell me. And I’ll reward you.” He need to completely dominant you. This was something he would hold over you forever. And you both knew it. Whatever this would be after you both were to escape, this would just be a constant reminded that he had you practically begging for him.
“Fuck- why are you so goddamn annoying?” You whined, meeting his stare as he couldn’t help but watch you. Everything he did, showed on your face how much you actually desired it.
He loved this newfound power he now could use against you. Even if it would be for a few minutes… or hours. However far you’d let him take it.
“If I'm so annoying… why do you want me to touch you so bad?” He made a point. You huffed, your lip slightly pouting at the annoyance he was putting you through right now.
“Fine… I’m entertained… is that what you wanted so bad?” You gave in. He let out a light laugh. Before bringing you into another kiss. His hand finally pressed against your core. His thumb rubbing circle against you, applying slight pressure. His pacing started slowly, speeding up until he figured out the exact speed that you needed. You gripped onto his arm tightly, allowing yourself to moan against his lips.
You felt him getting harder against his pants as he rubbed himself against you. He needed you but was focused on making you feel good before he could put any kind of energy and focus on himself.
This felt like the worst, but best decision at the moment.
“You’re fucking soaking.” Buggy hushed as he pulled his hand away for a second. His two fingers teased the outside of you before slowly sliding them in. You gasped, pulling away from him. You cursed obscenities under your breath, your head thrown back as you tried to catch your breath. “I want you so bad,” Buggy admitted. “For a while now.” You looked up at him, confusion coming over your face, wondering how long has he even felt this. This had just occurred for you, but how long has it been for him? He took notice, feeling exposed at his own doing. He assumed this was also the case for you. “Oh, don’t pretend you haven’t had thought about it too. We both could’ve killed one another long ago.”
It's true. You’ve had the chance. Sure, you couldn’t slice him or shoot him or whatever. But you’ve had chances at throwing him overboard. And there were definitely times he could’ve cut your throat open, but he never took that chance. You assumed it was for the same reason you never killed him. This was just too fun of a game you both played. This was a bit deeper for him though.
“Now, I get to do what I’ve been wanting to.” He quickened his pace, wanting the embarrassment of being vulnerable to end.
You laid back, unable to keep yourself up. You felt yourself almost hitting your limit before finally hitting your climax. You tried to catch your breath, but Buggy was too persistent on seeing you like that again. He moved himself off of you, undoing your skirt, furiously pulling it off of you, along with the panties. You were fully exposed to him.
He spent a moment watching your body, taking in details of what you looked like bare. Seeing all the marks, scars, and everything he would’ve never seen unless you laid naked in front of him like this.
His hand ran over your body, almost like touching an old piece of art, scared to completely break you.
“You enjoying the show?” You teased. He nodded, being kneeled down at your feet.
“Quiet a lot. Yes.” He admitted. He leaned forward, pushing your legs apart from each other, giving him room between your legs. He placed them above his shoulders before pulling your hips towards him. He pressed his mouth over your cunt, leaving small licks across your lips.
“fuck..” You whispered, giving Buggy more confidence. He pulled you even closer to him, your hips rising from the floor. He stared you down intensely, his licks becoming faster, taking his time to figure you out. Every whimper let him know exactly what you wanted from him. He listened to everything you let come out of your mouth. You attempted to grip onto something to trick yourself from not being too loud. You realized how stupid it was for the marine to even put you two in a room together. Their plan failed terribly.
You bucked your hips towards him, wanting him more and more. Your whimpers got louder and louder, still not coming down from the high Buggy had given you earlier. His tongue entered you, fucking you with his tongue, watching as you came apart in front of him. His tongue moved back to your clit as his fingers replaced his tongue, moving quickly into you, curving a bit at each stroke.
It didn’t take long for you to finish once again. Buggy licked up the mess you left, putting you down. He leaned forward “Taste yourself.” He demanded before forcing a kiss. “You tasted so good.” He complimented. You sat up, pulling away from him before reaching over to undress him. He. Reached to stop you, pulling away soon enough. He began getting in his thoughts. He was just wondering how this was even happening. His wildest thoughts finally became reality.
You removed his stripped shirt, throwing it off to the side. You rested your hands over his chest, looking up at him. You felt like you finally had some control in this situation. He shuddered at the suddenness of your touch, watching you intensely, seeing what your next move would be. You ran your hands down his chest, to his stomach, feeling the bumps of scars he’d acquired over the years. You ended at his waistband, adjusting yourself in front of him. You didn’t pull them off just yet. Your hands wandered farther down, feeling his hard-on through his pants. You rubbed against him, feeling whatever he had going for him. His breath became stagnant, trying to keep his composure. You leaned forward, resting your chin against his body. “I feel like you really really want this. How long have you been waiting for me to touch you like this?” You asked. Your touch slowly leaving him the longer he took to answer.
He took a grip of your wrist, pushing your hand back onto him. “Too long to even remember when.” He finally answered, worried your touch would disappear from him. It was a good enough answer for you to give him what he desperately wanted.
Your hands moved back to his waistband, pulling them down along with his boxers, fully exposing him to you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed. Maybe even a bit intimidated. You wrapped your hands around him, slowly jerking him as you brought yourself closer. You needed him to beg for you. You wrapped your lips around the tip, slowly bringing yourself closer, moving your hands away the farther you took him into your mouth.
Buggy couldn’t take it anymore. You moved too slowly, wanting him to grovel and beg for you. He gripped a fist pull of your hair, pushing you to him as his hips thrusted into your mouth. He let out mumbles, his eyes shutting as his mouth hung slightly open.
You gripped onto his thighs, attempting to pull away to catch a breath, but he took complete control once again. He moved your head on him however he wanted, without a care if you could breathe or not. His breathing got quicker and quicker, watching you with your lips around him, squirming under him once again. It’s how he preferred to see you.
You followed the pace he demanded from you, swirling your tongue around him. You attempted to keep yourself upright, but Buggy continuously threw off your balance, making you nothing other than a sex toy for him to pleasure himself with.
You gagged against him as his dick hit the back of your throat continuously. You got a second to pull away from him for a gasp of air. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your mouth and chin covered with drool.
“You look so much better like this.” Buggy admitted, his hand laid down your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He enjoyed seeing you so vulnerable to him. You nodded before bringing yourself back to him. You bobbed your head quickly, licking up and down his shaft the more of him you took in. He couldn’t control his whines and moans as they easily slipped out of his mouth. Not even a bit of himself tried to hide how good he felt. His hips thrusted into you, so desperate for you to fully take him in.
You shut your eyes to stay focused on him before feeling a slap come across your cheek. “Look at me.” Buggy ordered in between moans and grunts. You obliged and did what he asked.
His breathing got more unsynchronous the closer he got to finishing in your mouth. You felt him twitch under you, pulling your hair and pulling you off him. “Let me fuck you.” He began to beg for you.
You didn’t take a second to make your decision, nodding at his demands and brought his lips to yours.
His hands gripped your waist, positioning you under him once again. He broke the kiss once more. He brought your leg over his shoulder, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. He made no time for you to adjust to him, pumping himself fully into you. He thrusted into you aggressively, gripping your hips tight enough to leave a bruise later. “Fuck, you feel so fucking amazing.” He couldn’t help but admit. The reality was so much better than any of his fantasies. He brought you into him, moving your hips along with every rough thrust he made.
Profanities leaving his lips and whispers you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. You took time to adjust to his size. You couldn’t try to hide what he made you feel at the moment. It was too hard to play pretend in front of him any longer. Your high-pitched whimpers filled the room with Buggy grunts and heavy breathing. He pulled himself away, grabbing your waist once again and flipping you around. You laid there, bringing your hips up for him. He brought you up a bit higher to match his larger frame. He spent no time before fucking you again. He buried your head into the floor, his hand pushing your head down to the ground to stabilize you. And to also bring you to some kind of embarrassment.
Your body grew weaker around him, your legs unable to keep yourself up. Buggy grabbed a fist full of your hair, raising your body up against his. One hand gripping your breast as the other tugged your hair far back enough to make you kiss him. His thrusts grew faster as he was getting closer. You pulled away from the kiss Buggy brought you into, unable to keep your cries to yourself. You practically lost all sense of control, begging for him to fuck you more. You wouldn’t be surprised if anyone heard you through the walls.
You came quickly, feeling Buggy not completely be done with you yet. He grunted into your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer as well. Within just a few seconds he came too, unwilling to pull out of you just yet. He breathed heavily into your ear as he tried to come down from the high. You laid against his chest, trying to regulate your breath too.
This felt like such a mistake. But you couldn’t turn back from it.
You both finally pulled away from each other, you desperately trying to clothe yourself from this experience. All be it, the best sex you’ve ever had, but something so regrettable.
You pulled your skirt back on before buttoning up your corset. You laid up against the wall, staring at him as he reluctantly pulled his pants back onto his body, leaving his shirt on the floor. He was far too hot and sweaty to fully clothe himself.
-earlier-
Vivienne had told the crew to stand by. She had a plan to get you back. The ship had nothing without its captain held in prison. She watched carefully as she watched the Marines drag you off. She just needed to find a way to get in. She had to find a disguise. She found a bar close by, it was swarmed by Marines. It couldn’t be too hard to steal a uniform off of them. The marines always tried to present themselves as strong-willed men or women, but most of them were just lonely pricks who’d do anything at a chance for a woman.
She scanned the room finding the most pathetic-looking one from the bar. It wasn’t too hard.
She scouted him out perfectly.
She made her way over to him and was immediately offered a drink. After a couple minutes of talking, she dragged him off to the bathroom. So unfortunate. He was pretty cute. She smacked him across the head, pushing him onto the floor before pulling her dagger out. “Give me your uniform or I’ll slit your throat open.” She warned him. He nodded frantically in fear before removing his clothes off, and handing them off to her. She wasn’t stupid though. She knew he’d say something. She grabbed his head, slamming it against the wall causing him to completely black out. This should spare her a few minutes before having to make a run for it. She quickly changed and made her way towards the marine base.
She spotted someone familiar. The corner of her lip curled into a smirk before sneaking around them. “Hello, sailor.” She whispered in his ear. Your whole crew learned to be light enough on their feet for no one to hear them coming up behind them.
Cabaji drew his sword out, pointing it towards her. His eyes softened and quickly lowered his sword once he realized it was her. “Don’t. fucking scare me like that. I could’ve sliced you in half.” He whispered.
“You wouldn’t dare hurt a fly.” She teased, leaning forward to press a kiss over his cheek. They had been sneaking off together for months right behind their captain's backs. They found company with one another after being stuck in battle. Cabaji didn’t have to save her that day. They both were drifting on a raft together far from battle before Cabaji brought them back to safety. His attempt at saving her resulted in a deal that she’d let him take her out at least once. She feared you’d find out, but gave in. Months have gone by and not a word has been spoken about the two’s entanglement.
“Don’t be too sure of yourself my love.” Cabaji couldn’t help the dumb smile coming across his face.
“Okay shut up. There’s no time. I need to find y/n.” Vivienne cut the back-and-forth flirting short.
“I need to find Buggy, how convenient?” Cabaji chose to tag along as Vivienne began to scour the marine base.
The two of them had to be held in a cell. But which one? That was going to be tricky. They both tried room after room before finding two Marines who Vivienne immediately recognized. They were one of them 8 men who carried you and mostly Buggy off. Time to play her role. She gripped Cabaji’s arms as she tugged him to her. “Sirs- I’ve found one of Captain Buggy’s crew. Where should he be held? I’d figure nowhere near Buggy.” She played the role perfectly. They looked down at their notes before telling you a free cell. “Sir- I don’t mean to judge your judgment. But isn’t that far too close to Buggy’s cell. In that means, where exactly have they been held if you don’t mind me prodding.” She asked, looking at their documents as if she was authorized to even do so. B2047. Y/N Y/L/N and Buggy ‘the clown’. Why the hell were you both held in the same cell? “Ahh never mind. Alright. I will see you both in a bit for more paperwork to fill out.” She nodded their way before leaving. She turned to the right, taking a straight detour to your cells.
“It’s hot watching you pretend to be a Marine. Maybe you should keep the costume.” Cabaji annoyed. She found him endearing though and just giggled at the ridiculousness. Soon they were able to make it to your cells. Vivienne grabbed the keys off the wall of the office earlier. But the Marines were too stupid to even notice the keys missing. Maybe they’d soon figure it out. There was screaming coming from the cell, and Vivienne's heart began racing. “Fuck- they’re really about to kill each other the longer we wait.” Cabaji panicked with her. Buggy and you were about to kill one another. She just knew it’d be stupid to get the two of you in a room alone. She rushed over, finding the screaming going down.
She couldn’t be sure, but she assumed one of two things. Either the two of you got into one of your many fights that went too far or one of you was killed. Vivienne put the key in the lock and quickly turned it before opening the door to see the mess caused in the room.
Your eyes widened, jumping up to run over Vivienne and holding her tightly in your arms. “Oh my god! Finally! Get me the fuck away from this maniac. The stupid fuck nearly killed me several times!” You cried out. You felt guilty for lying, but hey some of it was true. She nodded, breaking the hug to look at you for scars or marks, finding a small red mark across your cheek from Buggy slapping you a few times.
“Captain, are you alright?” Cabaji asked as he leaned down to pull Buggy off the floor. He retrieved his captain's shirt, seeing a tear at the collar of it.
“I’m fucking fine. Just let’s get my shit and let’s get the fuck out.” Buggy almost had a special instinct of speaking bad things in existence. Red lights flashed as a loud blaring alarm came through all the speakers.
An announcement shouted ‘alert alert, break in, alert for two people. A Buggy pirate and a woman in a Marine uniform apart of the Venus Moons have broke in!’
The announcement repeated. Fuck.
Notes: IT FINALLY HAPPENED AHHH
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OH! For Valentine’s event!! Please could I have some first date headcanons for Killer Croc? I’m plus size, so I hope he’s down for a chunky clown 💚 I prefer staying in more than going out, I love verbal affection and gentle physical affection, and I love horror so that’s always a Valentine’s Day plus if it can be squeezed in somewhere! And I’m goofy and silly and I like being nice! I hope that’s enough to go off of!! 💚
"Horror and Sweetness" Killer Croc x Reader (Valentine's Event 2024)
Hello Finnie!! All this detail is PERFECT, thank you so much for writing in <3 Since you said headcanons I'm gonna go more bullet point style with this to better suit the prompt- This ask is for the ongoing Valentine's Day Event! (final day to submit)
TW: suggestive toward the end
When you first asked him out, he assumed you were fucking with him. You like to joke around like he does and there's no way you'd be approaching him- except when he realized you were sincere and he's silently flustered. Then he says yes.
Chunky clown, huh? Don't you worry about that, sha, they had to make a new BMI category for him at some point. Plus sized just means you like to eat and dammit if one of his love languages isn't taking care of a partner! Especially cooking! It also shows you're cute AND soft which he really, really appreciates given how rough HE is. Good for cuddles.
You liking to stay in works well for him, especially for a first date. The idea of you trying to get to know each other in a romantic capacity and having every eye in the place staring is less than ideal. So a night in! You're gonna get a whole lot of questions about the foods you like, how much spice level you can handle, etc. etc. No shame if spice isn't your thing, he can cater to that.
He'd joke that maybe if you're real sweet on him, he can take you for beignets next time. He knows a spot that actually does 'em decent. Hm... How would you feel about being his little beignet? He might ponder this potential pet name aloud while he's cooking. Soft and fluffy and sweet- just like you!
After you finish eating (and were hopefully incredibly impressed by him), you two can sit on the couch in front of the TV. There's a huge divot in the furniture you can determine as "his side" that you can sit next to. You said you liked horror so. uh. He's gonna rent whatever you say is good. He's not typically a horror person per say, but he'll enjoy it.
Note: he will enjoy it, but he's definitely leaning in closer, it's not your imagination. "That sure is... spooky." There is one particular jump-scare that gets him just so- and his arm goes in front of you, almost as though to protect you. Even when you offer that the movie can be changed, he insists no! No, it's fine! He's just going to put his hand on yours and if you want to hold it, he's not going to complain about that.
Truthfully, he'd be very cautious about being physically affectionate at first because he doesn't know how you'll react. Hopefully positively! But... past experience has him wary. If you initiate and give him the green light, though, he'll lean into it heavily.
As the movie rolls to credits, he looks content as he speaks, "You're uh. You're not like anybody else I've ever met. And I've met a lotta different folks. Not bad- You're hot as hell and shit, wait-"
There's a moment he seems to be collecting his thoughts, "Look, you don't wanna take this further, I get it. But you should know I liked this. I like you. You're... You're a helluva lotta fun. And nice. I like how nice you are." He's scratching the back of his neck. Waiting for a response.
When you tell him that you want to keep doing this and seeing him again, his face gets a large toothy grin. Curling his claws inward to his palm, he brushes the knuckle of his finger along your jawline. He puts his forehead to yours. His lips peck yours.
In this sense, he's a gentleman. He's not going to expect sex just because you're at his place. Plus considering his whole body situation, it would be kind of rude to assume you want to jump in on that without some prep.
"But hey, cher, you wanna check under my bed for the bogeyman, you can stay the night." He winks. It's totally not lowkey because he's a little scared. If not, he'd make sure you got home whether it was driving or him walking you to your doorstep himself.
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Okay so I have been…. Thinking big thinks about Agere!Buggy I can’t really put anywhere else so don’t mind me if I just drop this here. Tw for involuntary regression and Buggy having a not so fun time being little tough.
Personally I can really easily see as Buggy being someone who you… wouldn’t necessarily pick out as being regressed when it happens, partly because his upbringing was more unusual, living on a pirate ship and all, which means what he wants and needs tend to be different from people who grew up with a relatively normal childhood on an island or similar.
Buggy gets even more of a temper when he starts to regress, flips out more, seems to be ticked off at the smallest things, but not in his usually flamboyant, constant screaming manner, but more in a way that insinuates that he’s five minutes away from completly shutting down. When he finally retreats to a place where he’s alone he will most likely wreck parts of his room in anger and frustration, before breaking down quietly sobbing, because what Buggy longs for during those times aren’t toys or games specifically. When he feels small he longs for the feeling of someone playfully ruffling his hair and telling him „It’s gonna be fine kid.“ he longs for the times someone lifted him and Shanks on their shoulders while his family their crew was celebrating till deep into the night, he misses gruff men with calloused hands teaching him how to tie a decent knot. He misses a time before he had to grow up way, way quicker than even he would have thought, a time where Roger dying seemed like a nightmare you half remember the next day thinking to yourself how you could even come up with something like that. A time where Shanks would drive him to insanity but he also was certain he would sail him to the edge of the world. And no toys and no games will ever give that back to him.
Closing this angst fest out with saying that I actually do believe he could still gain some comfort from being little if the circumstances allow it. Both Mihawk and Crocodile fill in roles that in some ways would have fit in well with the Oro Jackson back in the day.
Crocodile is a big and intimidating man, not really cruel to him anymore but it would be a stretch to call him „nice“, yet little Buggy immediately feels relaxed in his presence, maybe even more so than big Buggy. He can count on Crocodile to protect him, even if he’s scolding the clown for being a pain in the ass, he doesn’t have to worry about anyone when he’s with Crocodile, strong, smart, wise Crocodile, who always seems to hug him just a bit closer when he feels small, even if he tries to play it off as casual pda towards his lover when they are in public.
The same goes for Mihawk, who’s imposing in a different way, but who has a natural knack at finding out what Buggy needs. Who can snark „Your bad mood is intolerable. You should lay down until you cooled off.“ and Buggy can whine and moan all he wants about that, his big side even haughtily proclaiming he doesn’t need to listen to Mihawk seriously assign him „Nap time“, but who more often than not find himself waking up next to Mihawk on their fancy couch, the swordsman reading a book next to him and seemingly paying no attention to him, but also Buggy doesn’t remember that he laid down with a blanket when he first slinked up next to Mihawk in the first place.
And if there was ever any room for a happy ending including Shanks, their crews would definetly see them emerge from the woods of an island they have just docked at, late in the evening. Both of their captains bantering and laughing, carrying a bucket of fish they just caught. They both look like messes, full of dirt and apperantly fruit juices, and Shanks just laughs when Yasopp asks what on earth they where doing. „We found some blackberry bushes and had a blackberry fight.“ neither of their crews fully get it but they do notice that their captains seem lighter after those days.
Jesus christ on a motorbike YES YESYES GIMME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS I will hoard them like a dragon I SwEaR!!!!!
Buggy would absolutely have really hyperspecific needs that he can't articulate or even fully grasp, big OR little.
Like.
The bit with Crocodile?? That makes him teeter more than most things. Big, Warm, Calloused Hands make him melt in every way imaginable but when Croc pats his head or gives him a squeeze, part of him just unfurls a teeny tiny little bit.
Mihawk just showing his care casually and quietly is always a good tale, especially with "assigning nap time" and the casual little blanket bit, just aaaaAAAA♡♡♡♡
And the TEMPER tes, Buggy has negative emotional regulation skills, but regressed?? That threshold just EVAPORATES. He'll slip sway, rage, and shatter alone because solitude is the safest thing to him. Maybe a few HIGHLY trusted people know, but... honestly, I think it'd be wild if Cabaji and Mohji knew, but once the Impel Down Thing happened and they went with Alvida as a captain, it fundamentally Altered Buggy's trust in them. Like. On the one hand, absolutely survival, he gets it, but on the other hand that's his crew, his people, and it stings ((and reminds him of another crew, one he trusted with his heart and soul and safety, who left him in pieces, bloodied and hunted because his father was killed and nobody was enough of an adult to help the literal children in their care)).
Also:
Buggy having weird little things he associates with childhood and the sensation there, it all being unusual to most is absolutely true 110%, no 1000000%. Learning knots just AAAAAAA Buggy regressing and his favorite toy being a rope kinda kills me /pos AND /neg.
Just. Imagine fir a minute all these small things culminating up until Crocodile and Mihawk get faced with smth mundane and typical like a stuffed animal or a certain toy, and Buggy just.... doesn't understand. He doesn't even recognize it. He's not entirely sure what the heck this thing is even meant for. Crocodile bought it, bc he's the type to spoil people, and Mihawk helped pick it out bc it was a generic thing, but there's zero recognition. And that hurts.
They knew Buggy's regression went hand in hand with the traumas and experiences he had, but this... it just slots all these pieces together in both men's heads that this honestly happened. Buggy was hurt as a child; an innocent child was stained in fear and blood and grief.
As for Shanks, I can see Buggy and him being aware of the stints where Buggy goes NUCLEAR even as a child, and them having a tentative system set up because they were Red and Blue, Shanks and Buggy, the literal embodiments of Ride Or Die. They are a package deal, Do Not Separate. So when it was just them after Roger disbanded the crew, they already had a solid basis. Roger helped somewhat, but nearing the end, he was sicker. They began pulling back, trying to let him rest as much as they could. So on their own, not much changed.
I'm also incredibly soft for the Shanks-And-Buggy-Never-Really-Separated concept ((#Thanks-Stereden)) so just. Them having frequent calls over Denden, safe and protected from prying ears, where Buggy was Big, Little, In Between and Shanks delighting in it all.
The day they all meet up, crews mingling, they go into the woods to look for a treasure maybe, and Buggy is always the safest with Shanks, can actually let loose a little more, can just BE. And one thing leads to another and they find the blackberries and Buggy drops because who else can he trust but his Red? His Red who is so very vulnerable, looking off to the treeline... they come back a mess, tired but happy, and Buggy's still not quite Big but not fully Small, but he's comfortable, he's happy, and he's very very excited to drag Red over to Hawky and Croccy because the got SO many fishes and berries and it isn't beri, but they're still good-!!
Ough I'm feral, shaking the bars of my cage THANK YOU ILYSM this ask made my dayyyyy ♡♡♡♡♡♡
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TW: Violence, Insults, Mc going feral on the boys, bl*od, if I left something please let me know <33
Ch 4: Karma is a bitch~
You grinned at the tense atmosphere in front of you as you noticed how the faces of everyone darkened at the group with Cecilia that was sat in the corner. Diavolo stood up and walked towards you with his face darkening and his brows furrowed. He made his way to you as the sea of demons paved way for him, his mood only darkening more and more. “Mc.” “Ah! My Lord! Didn’t I tell you to sit?” “What is the meaning of this.” His voice boomed as he glared down at you. “My lord? It was a surprise! But since you’re up here, might as well start the next segment” you giggled as you looked him in the eye. “Now everyone, I present our next segment! Which will be now carried by you all!” You said as you gestured to the crowd. “You all, will be stating, YOUR honest opinions about not only the birthday queen, but, also, the bunch of clowns sitting back there!” You smiled as you pointed at the group sitting with Cecilia. “Let’s start with our Crown prince himself!” You stated as the light immediately shifted onto him as the prince stood there awkwardly. Soon, the demons stated everything they felt about him, and it really wasn’t any friendly. You chuckled as you watched everyone, insult the brothers, the royals, the angels, and finally, the two humans.
Once it was over, you finally grabbed the mic and said your parting words. “Well everyone, I suppose this is the end, thank you all for coming! You all were absolutely amazing! It was so much fun being with you darlings! As for you all…” your eyes narrowed at Cecilia and her “lovers” “you all were absolute pieces of trash for all of us to dispose of! You all were useless, pathetic, and surely, the most arrogant and annoying assholes anyone has to deal with! Honestly? It’s no surprise to me, that the comments about you all were not really that friendly to be fair” you shrugged. It was then Mammon, got up to charge at you. “YOU BIT-“ “Down.” He was immediately forced to kneel. He only growled at you as you grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at you. “Scumbag.” You spat at his face as his eyes widened. It was then, when everyone were staring at the scene in front of them. “Now! Would you darlings be comfortable to stay much longer for another extra segment? You all can join in you know!” you then commanded the rest of the avatars to immediately kneel before you in a circle.
You then immediately walked towards the second born as you grabbed his jaw and gripped it tightly. “Useless piece of shit.” You stated as your hands slowly trailed towards his neck, to the necklace you brought him a month before Cecilia came. “Trusting, and loving you was a mistake.” You stated as you yanked his necklace harshly and stomped on it in front of him, as his eyes widened and as tears started forming in his eyes. “You are the same useless piece of shit that I met at the beginning of the program. Why did I even waste my time with you?” You asked with venom in your voice. Your hands kept clenching onto his jaw tighter, and tighter, until you heard a sick crack and black liquid started oozing out of his mouth. He really couldn’t say anything as he clutched his mouth in pain. You then harshly kicked him on his jaw once more, before moving on to Leviathan. You then stomped on his foot as Cecilia watched with horror. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM YOU BIT-“ “Silence her, Belphegor.” And with that swift command, Belphegor seized her by her neck and closed her mouth harshly as she cried out in pain. “Shut your filthy mouth, slut. You really aren’t in a position to speak, you know?” You stated as you kicked Cecilia harshly. “As you all can see, the seven avatars are now utterly helpless. But darlings~ this can’t continue in the presence of those vermins, now can’t we? Shoo them out for me please~” and with that, the prince was kicked out of the auditorium as he looked at you with teary, pitiful eyes to which you only responded with anger and annoyance which only made him, and his butler get escorted out faster than before. You only smiled and continued walking towards leviathan. You stomped his head as you whispered “pathetic shut in. You can’t really do anything good, can’t you? Useless. Really. So much for the grand admiral of hell’s navy.” You scoffed as you kicked his nose once more and made your way to Lucifer.
You slowly tilted his chin upwards and cooed at it mockingly. “Awwwh, poor lapdog.” You tutted as you suddenly grabbed his perfectly styled hair and smashed his head on the ground. “Useless.” You muttered, as a chill went up his spine. “Useless, good for nothing piece of shit.” You muttered as you yanked his head harder, the hair threatening to detach from the scalp. “I couldn’t be more disappointed in you since the day I met you.” “You filthy mutt.” His eyes widened at that name. “You can be as prideful as you want, just remember. Without this pride you are nothing.” And with that you left to Satan. “Well! If it isn’t the copy cat!” You grinned cheerfully as you knelt down beside him. “How does it feel, having no identity huh? Useless, right?” You chuckled as you got up and kicked his gut. You then walked over to Asmodeus, as you noticed him squirm under your glare. “If it isn’t hell’s sex toy! Or not… I don’t really care. I mean, who would? You’re nothing but a flesh light after all.” You spat as you looked at him. “You could be as pretty as you want, Asmodeus. Just know that you will never be loved the way you want to.” He watched as tearfully as you grinned at him. “All the makeup in the world will never make your insecurities go away, remember this, Asmodeus.” You whispered and got up, ignoring his tears falling freely. You then made your way to the twins, as you noticed the twins together, with Cecilia now passed out, as Beezlebub and Belphegor both trembled under your sharp glare. You knelt down between them, and whispered “pathetic. Useless. Fools. What can you both do right? You’re literally born to disappoint people, you know that right?” Their eyes widened. “You disappointed Lilith, you disappointed your father, you disobeyed him. Infact, you both should’ve been the ones locked away for failing, since that’s all you can do.” And you walked away with delivering a kick to the whimpering Belphegor and walked towards the center, as you announced the demons to have a try, as you casted a spell to bind them in place.
You smiled at the scene in front of you, as you only sang along
“Karma’s a bitch~”
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a question of morality, or a test of loyalty?
A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! This was written as a birthday present for @ghastlybin , so happy birthday to a wonderful friend and fellow clown. ❤️ Also, this was heavily inspired by the works of @kingmaker-a (you can probably spot the references and thank you to King and @neon-city-dreams for fielding my questions since this fic was a bit out of my wieldhouse)
TW: ACAB and anti-capitalism themes, betrayal, alcohol, food and drink mentions, OOC SuA, a surprise guest at the end :)
Summary: One wrong turn can change your life forever. Some, like SuA, are resistant to change, while others are at the forefront of it all. Where will you lie after everything in your life changes?
♡ Masterlist ♡
"Hey, Geek Squad, over here!"
SuA waves you over with what surely is a weapon in her hand.
"What did you do this time?"
Your lab coat freely flows behind you as you walk towards SuA with haste.
"I think you mean 'What did we do?'" A smirk lies on SuA's face, and the tamed wilderness that rests in her brown eyes should tell you that nothing but trouble is on the horizon. "Watch this!"
With a simple click, the cylindrical object in her hand comes to life. It emits a deep violet color before SuA begins swinging it around. You duck before she swings the object over your head.
"What are you trying to do, behead me?"
She bursts out into a fit of laughter before turning it off.
"No, it doesn't have the capability to do that, but you may have given me an idea for my next project."
"C’mon, be serious. What is this thing for?" You gesture to the object that SuA tosses in the air carelessly before catching it.
"It's a zoning device. The superior asked me to work on it since you haven't had any great ideas as of late."
Your eyes widen as you fold your arms.
"Genius takes time-"
"Genius takes time -" SuA imitates you with a high-pitched voice as you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.
"You're acting like a child-"
"You're acting like a child!" She imitates you again, but this time, she uses a deep voice.
"I hate you."
"I love you~"
"That's not what I said." You matter-of-factly say as she lightly pushes against you.
"Well, that's what I heard." She smirks, again, before grabbing onto your arm.
You do your best to hide the shyness on your face as you lead her back to the lab.
"Speaking of genius-"
"Speaking of genius-" SuA bursts out laughing before squeezing your arm. "Okay, I'm done, you can continue on."
"Remember that car design that wouldn't work due to the spring constant-"
"Oh, here we go with the math stuff-"
"It's Physics, Sua," You're quick to correct her, "but I managed to fix it, and I should have the plans for you by tomorrow so you can start building."
"Look at you go, Calculator Watch!"
"You're so mean to me." You joke before poking her sides.
She screams and you flinch before breaking away from her.
"Don't do that! I'm sensitive." She crosses her arms in front of her chest in defiance, but the soft smile on her face tells you that she knows you're joking around. "Are you going to get drinks with me tonight?"
"I've got to change first, but yeah, I'll come." You adjust your lab coat before grabbing your ID from its protector. "Same place as usual?"
"Yup," She nods as you place your ID in front of the scanner, "and I don't think you need to change. You make the lab coat look hot, if I'm being honest."
A bit of red dusts your cheeks as the light in front of the scanner turns from green to red.
"Thanks." You mumble before waving her on. "Let's get this done so we can get those drinks, huh?"
"Now you're speaking my language!"
~
Living in the city had numerous benefits, and one of which was the fact that you could walk from your workplace to home and then back again. You liked taking the scenic route home as you could admire the delicate, dainty work that the city gardeners had created in the small gardens that dusted the sidewalks.
You liked taking the 'good' way home, or at least, that was the name that your co-workers gave it. They didn't like to go through the regular parts of the city due to the high crime rates, so they stuck to their same-old ways. You weren't against the poor and out-of-luck, but safety was a real concern for you, so you take the routine way home every day.
Today, however, was not your lucky day as there happened to be unavoidable construction work on both your regular and alternate route home. That meant that you would have to take the back alleys home, and although you weren't fond of the idea, you didn't want to be late to meet SuA.
Arming yourself with one of your homemade projects, a knife-like object that would send the victim to sleep once it penetrated the skin, you carefully walk through the alleys as you keep your head up. Awareness was a key tool in surviving in the city, especially if you weren't rich or happened to be in the wrong area at the wrong time.
The walk home was nerve-wracking but mostly peaceful. A few stragglers gave you some strange looks, and you couldn't blame them. Your pristine clothes and pure white lab coat must've looked strange next to a worn-down building covered in graffiti. You paid them no mind, and to the stranger that went too close, you flashed your weapon which caused them to quickly back away.
Everything was peaceful, and you felt yourself relax as your apartment building came into sight. Since you were on a main walkway, there were armed guards everywhere, which caused you to slip your weapon back into your pockets. Your quickened steps turned into a relaxed stroll as you tried to find your keys in your pocket.
After giving yourself a quick pat-down, you find the keys in your left pants pocket. You fish them out as you approach the building.
You're stopped by a crowd of people who are talking among themselves. You try to navigate around them, but the crowd's density causes you to reconsider. You'll be heading into the street if you want to do that, and considering how fast most cars go, you choose to stay off the roads.
You shoot SuA a quick text saying that you'll be late, and you slip your phone back into your pocket as you try to weave through the crowd. You stop dead in your tracks when a piercing scream breaks through the hustle and bustle of the city.
With that, the crowd breaks as people go running in different directions. You're left confused until you look to your right.
A girl who couldn't be older than fifteen is shoved against a wall by a couple of guards. She wails again, but they pay her no mind. One guard looks at the other for a moment before pulling out a skinny blue metal rod. You gasp when it illuminates blue after the guard turns it on.
The girl screams and thrashes against the guards, but you're unable to help her. Interfering in the business of the guards in a serious offense, and you don't need that sort of thing on your record.
Besides, if you did rescue her, what would you say?
"Oh, you see that torture device in that guards hand? Funny story, actually, since I'm the one who designed it."
~
Conflicting opinions battle in your mind as you unlock the door to your apartment.
Should you have intervened, even if it meant your own demise? Would it mean anything if you did? Would those above forgive you for the transgressions against society?
You carelessly throw your lab coat on a nearby coat hanger as you nervously pull at a strand of hair from your head.
That image is scorned into your memory, and you know that you can’t go back to work and continue to do what you did every other day before. The thought of it makes you nauseous, but the question remains to be answered.
What are you going to do next?
You try to pick an outfit in peace, and you’re successful for a moment before another wave of guilt crashes over you.
That little girl could’ve grown up to be something great… god-knows-where she is now, or if she’s still alive.
Still alive, you hope as you get dressed, please be alive.
You have to hope she’s alive. Otherwise, the guilt would eat you alive.
~
“Hey, you made it!” SuA roughly pats your back before rubbing your arm. “You look nice, all dressed up like that.”
You nod and bite your lip before ordering a drink.
“You alright?” SuA tugs at your arm as you sit next to her. “I know you’re quiet and withdrawn at times… but this is strange for you.”
“I have a lot on my mind.” You confess as you thank the bartender for giving you a drink.
“Like what?”
“I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” You shake your head as the thoughts come to the front of your mind.
“I worry about you.” Her voice softens, along with her mannerisms. “You can tell me, you know.”
“If I do… you won’t judge me for what I say, right?”
“Not unless you say something stupid.” She shoves you with her shoulder before grabbing your hand. “I’m all ears.”
So you tell her everything.
Everything about what you say. Everything that you had thought in the past hour. Everything, everything, e v e r y t h i n g.
When you finish, SuA quickly hushes you before speaking in a low tone.
“You can’t- you can’t do anything about that girl-”
“That won’t help me sleep at night.” You mummer back. “What do you think?”
“I… You need to move on.”
“SuA, I… I can’t.”
“I know.”
“So?” You softly say.
“So.”
“You can’t… you can’t just say that!” You exasperatedly say. “You need to tell me something.”
“What do you want me to say?” SuA asks with a bit of anger in her voice.
“I need you to tell me anything, SuA, I need you to tell me it’s alright.”
“You’re an adult. You can comfort yourself.”
“I need you to be on my side because I love you!” You raise your voice a moment before lowering it again. “I can’t stand the thought that you believe in these… sick, twisted ideas that this company, this city, this world promotes!”
“You love me?” SuA softens further before embracing you. “I’m sorry that I never said anything before.”
“What do we do now? How do we move forward?”
“I think that’s a question that can be answered after a few more rounds of alcohol.” SuA suggests before pulling away from you.
“Oh… okay.”
“Hey.”
“Hey?” You tilt your head at her.
“I love you too, you nerd.”
~
It was a dangerous plan.
It was a bad plan.
But it was your only option at the moment.
You and SuA would go into work tomorrow like nothing was wrong. During the shift, however, the two of you would be destroying any of your work that could pose a threat. After that, you’d wipe SuA and yourself from the computer system so you’d be completely untraceable. Then, after you had called in a favor from an old friend, you had a couple of electric motorcycles that would get you out of the city before anyone knew anything was wrong.
It was, most definitely, a horrible plan. One error could end with the both of you dead.
It was your only chance to right a wrong, and your chance to escape this nightmare with SuA, so it had to be a good plan that went well.
At least, that’s what you told yourself as you got dressed this morning. After combing your hair into place, you grab your lab coat and head to work.
One last day, you tell yourself, and the rest of your life can be spent doing something good for once.
~
You offer SuA a gentle nod as you clock in with your idea. She smirks before poking your side with her elbow.
“Why so gloomy?”
“I’m trying not to be.” You mumble before walking in the lab. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”
Brief greetings between the two of you were rare, but you had to hope that none of your co-workers thought that anything was wrong. Luckily, no one paid either of you any mind as you slipped into the lab.
You offer a glance backward as you see SuA walk towards the workshop with a phone in hand.
She’ll be fine, you know it. SuA’s a burning fire that’ll do whatever it takes to survive.
You just have to hope that your own resolve can last through an entire shift.
~
The day goes smoothly, to your surprise. In between working on a comfort project for one of the rich families, you’re able to delete or modify most of your work that would’ve led to the development of weapons or something worse.
As you stare at the weapons in front of you, you can’t help but wonder why you didn’t see this before. Was it the money that blinded you, or were you truly ignorant and resigned to what the people above you were doing?
It didn’t matter because you were going to be done with this life in an hour.
An hour. 60 minutes. 3600 seconds.
Yet the time crawls by at any agonizing pace.
One hour.
~
You look at the clock in front of you before pulling your flash drive from the device in front of you.
Three minutes.
Three minutes left, and all of you had to do was remove this flash drive from the premises. Maybe you could take it with you and try to amend the war crimes that you had committed by association, or-
The sound of your boss calling your name causes the hair on your arms to shoot up. You discreetly put the flash drive in your pants pocket before turning around.
“Yes?”
“Did you delete all of your work?”
“I-” Shit. “It was an accident.”
“Liar.”
They step aside to reveal SuA behind them.
Your mind races through a million possible explanations before landing on the one that hurts the most.
SuA betrayed you.
She mouths an ‘I’m sorry’, but you’re too blindsided by her actions to say anything.
She did this? After everything she said last night?
“You can hand over the files, and I’m willing to let this go due to your history of good behavior.” Your boss says as they extend a hand out.
You sigh before fishing the flash drive out of your pocket.
“Good, now just hand it to me-”
You hesitate before gripping onto the flash drive.
Could I really live with myself if I did something like this?
You drop the flash drive on the ground before stomping on it with your foot.
You hear SuA gasp as you dryly laugh.
“Whoops.”
“Seize them!”
~
Public execution.
You knew that was the fate that was destined for you before it came from the judge’s mouth. You had committed treason against one of the biggest companies in the city, which basically meant that you had committed treason against the whole city.
You didn’t really care, though. The one person you actually cared about turned you in, and for what gain?
You thought SuA was honorable, kind, funny, and respectful. There were many nights where you had dreamed of being something more with her. Now, she was repulsive to you. Everything that you had adored about SuA became something that you cursed at. You were so, so wrong about her.
You, however, were right about SuA in one respect: She would do whatever it took to survive.
The guard stationed at your door had told you that SuA wanted to come and see you, but you refused.
Why would you want to see someone who doomed you to death?
Well, you did that part yourself, but it still hurts.
You were numb, so death didn’t seem so bad.
Three days. 72 hours. 4320 minutes. 259,000 seconds.
The amount of time that you had left to rot in this cell before you died.
~
You had stopped eating a day ago after you found out SuA was paying the jail to provide you with meals that you liked.
You’d do anything to spite her at this point. You knew that she couldn’t handle the fact that your blood would be on her hands, so you’d relish in the thought of making her waking hours as torturous as possible.
You trusted her.
You had the two weeks before your sentencing to mourn the loss of that relationship.
In the place of cold, wet tears and lonely nights were fiery anger and bitter words, but you knew that you couldn’t say any of it to SuA.
She’d apologize, you’d apologize, and she’d get the closure she needed.
So you wouldn’t let her get close. If you had to be punished, then so did she.
~
The guard in front of you knocks to signal meal time.
“I’m not hungry. You should already know that.”
When they look at you, you realize that this guard isn’t the same one that you’ve had.
“Sorry,” You grumble before hugging your knees close to your chest, “you must be new.”
“Well, I’d be new if I was a guard in the first place.”
“Huh?”
You quickly stand as the guard tosses their hat to the side. Light purple waves of hair fall down her shoulders.
“Who are you?”
“We’re impressed with your efforts, Scientist Zero.” She smiles before fishing keys out of her pocket. “You’re coming with me if I didn’t make it obvious already.”
“What do you want with me? A private execution?” You bitterly spit as she offers you her hand.
“You can sit and rot in this jail if you want, but I think you have some amends to make, right?”
“How do you know so much about-”
“Do you want to come with me or not?” She offers you an ultimatum, and you sigh before cautiously taking her hand.
“I’m choosing to trust you in the hopes that you don’t stab me in the back.”
“I’d never dream of it.” She jokes, and the laughter squeezes the vulnerable part of your heart.
“I need a name before I fully put my life in your hands.”
“Lee Gahyeon.” She answers before pulling you to the side.
Another person, dressed in similar prison wear, takes your place in the cell before Gahyeon closes the gate.
“Don’t tell me they’re going to-”
“We do what we have to.” Gahyeon darkly answers. “A lot of people have faith in you, including myself, Zero. Is it alright if I call you Zero?”
You pause as you think back to the names you’ve been called before.
Geek Squad, Calculator Watch, Nerd.
“I’ve been called worse, believe me.”
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The Old Switcheroo, Sweet End
Arthur and MC (Haruko) are cursed and end up in each other's bodies. Part 3 of 3. Approx words. 2000 Sweet and fluffy. TW for gender dysphoric descriptions.
The Old Switcheroo pt 1
The Old Switcheroo pt 2
Want some spice? The Old Switcheroo Spicy End
Haruko did her best to smirk at Theo. The chess board sat between them, well-worn pieces carefully set in their starting positions. Willem sat to one side of her and Genevieve on the other. Several other patrons were arrayed behind them. Theo’s team consisted of the bartender and Serafine - who really was quite beautiful - and a handful of other patrons that Arthur had beaten at the game before.
All she needed to do to win this was to think like Arthur.
“Are you alright?” Willem peered at her curiously. “White goes first so we need to move.”
Haruko nodded mutely. What would Arthur do? Something really smart, she was sure. Probably crack a witty joke. Smirk some more, and then make a brilliant move. She glanced at her teammates. “Suggestions?”
Genevieve grinned. “You know him better than we do. He’s an aggressive player. Hungry to win. Perhaps play to that?”
She swallowed. “Great advice. Luv.” She touched a pawn toward the center of the board. These moved two spaces at first, she thought. Or was it three? No . . . no it was two. She was pretty sure. She lifted it and set it down two spaces forward.
Willem grinned, then leaned to whisper in her ear. “A Sicilian Defense? Conservative. But a good choice against Theo.”
Haruko nodded as if yes, of course, a whatever-whatever was exactly her plan. Theo moved his pawn up and then captured hers. She felt a sudden spike of nerves. He was already winning and they were just two moves in!
“He took the bait,” Genevieve whispered. “Good job.”
“Right,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady and confident. Apparently that was supposed to happen? “What do you two recommend next?”
They had a whispered conference, debating a round of terms Haruko found mysterious. She nodded along as she imagined Arthur would. The three of them settled on a move with a knight, which was honestly a horse, but at this point they could have called it a clown and she would have gone right along.
The game progressed tensely, with Haruko holding Arthur’s smirk firmly in place, and Theo scowling. The bartender kept the drinks flowing, especially to Arthur’s side. Liquid luck, he called it, but she thought it was really a bit like cheating. Trying to get them drunk. Didn’t mean she turned down the drinks though. They settled warmly in her belly and made her a little less nervous.
She began to see what Arthur liked about this. There was a sense of camaraderie. She found herself laughing genuinely at Genevieve’s barbed wit and Willem’s silly jokes. Even Theo’s dry humor landed. And the rush of joy she felt every time she made a good move on the chess board was intoxicating, almost moreso than the booze.
Eventually, she was down to a knight, two pawns, a queen and her king. Theo had more pieces left to move, but she’d taken his queen. Willem and Genevieve seemed to think they would win it.
“Check,” Theo said, his expression deadly serious.
“Check? Whe - oh. Yes. Alright.” She contemplated the positions of her pieces. It was starting to make a sort of sense now. How the different bits moved and what the point of it all was.
Willem nudged her and gestured to where she ought to move her piece. For once, she could see why. It would block the check and leave Theo’s rook vulnerable. The next few moves were crucial. Her team watched the board intensely.
The next round, she took his rook and put him in check. He used his turn to move out of check. Then she took a pawn. And another.
“Alright, klootzak. You win.” Theo stood and stretched.
“I - I did?” Haruko stared hard at the pieces trying to figure out how she’d won. He still had places to move. He wasn’t in checkmate.
Willem laughed. “It would be almost impossible for him to beat you with what he has left. See?” The Dutch artist showed her the few moves left to Theo. “Unless you just didn’t notice this piece here or, I dunno, ignored this one - you were going to win it.”
Genevieve looked at Haruko suspiciously. “You really aren’t yourself tonight. I can’t think of a time it wasn’t you explaining the moves to us.”
Haruko laughed it off. “Ah yeah. I was just . . . seeing if Willem understood it. Let’s - let’s have a drink to celebrate.”
“A round on Arthur,” Theo shouted and then gave his friend a wicked grin. “Winner buys.”
She had no way to know if it was true. Everyone was so happy for a free drink that they weren’t going to say otherwise. And she didn’t have a chance to ask. Between congratulations, toasts, and jokes, the next few hours passed in the blink of an eye. The pale light of early dawn started to peep through the tavern windows.
“Oh. Oh my goodness. I stayed out all night . . .” Haruko looked dazedly at the dawn. Her eyes felt bleary, her limbs heavy. Even the vampiric constitution needed a rest. “I didn’t even realize.”
“You’re lady is going to grill your balls for this one,” Genevieve laughed.
Willem nodded. “I don’t even know her but I know that. You should have gone home hours ago.”
“Yeah. Wow.” Haruko had never realized how easy it was to pass a night like this. And she hadn’t even needed to walk anyone home or anything. They’d just been laughing and talking. “I am in so much trouble.” She could just imagine Arthur’s mocking. After all the times she’d gotten angry about him staying out, and here she was . . .
She rounded Theo up from the bar and said their goodbyes. Her head was already aching and she felt nauseous. The carriage back was a quiet ride as the two men dozed on their bench.
They got out at the mansion and began the walk up the drive. Theo patted Haruko’s shoulder. “I’d say she’s going to murder you but that’s not true, is it? Hondje?”
Haruko’s jaw dropped. “How - when - you knew?”
“Figured it out. So. You feel better now?”
She nodded. “I do.”
“Good.” Theo gave her a tired smile. “Best get up there and talk to that klootzak. I bet he’s worried about you.”
“I bet he is.” She smiled and her steps felt lighter.
Sebas greeted them with a solemn good morning at the door.
Haruko wanted to kiss him for the hot cup of coffee he set in her hands but all she said was, “Thanks,” and then, “Where is Ar-ah - Haruko?”
“In bed.” Sebastian’s arched eyebrow was the only indication of his disapproval.
“I see.” She had no idea how Arthur handled this part of creeping home at the crack of dawn. She gave a short nod and took a sip of coffee. It was so hot that it burned her tongue and made her eyes water. “I-I’ll just go say hello then.”
Sebas’ brow inched further up. “Will you be here for breakfast then?”
“I guess?”
Theo grinned. “I hope you’re making popcorn for the breakfast table show.”
The butler frowned. “No. Popcorn at breakfast can cause indigestion. However, if that is your special request, I can make some for you instead of pancakes.”
Theo’s mouth opened slightly in alarm.
Thankfully, Sebastian didn’t let him flounder for long. “I am only joking. I would never make popcorn for breakfast.”
The Dutchman nodded, his eyes still a bit wide.
Haruko smirked, glad to see Sebas’ teasing aimed at someone else for once. “On that note . . .” She took the stairs two at a time, eager to see Arthur. When she checked her room, he wasn’t in her bed though. Her room was practically untouched since the morning before, though the bed was made now and her clothes were put away.
She went to Arthur’s room next, wondering if habit took him there. Haruko opened the door as quietly as she could. Arthur was inside - slumped in the chair. He had a book clasped in one hand, and the other curled in a loose fist at his side. There was a little frown at the edges of his lips. Haruko was fairly certain she didn’t frown in her sleep like that.
Her fingertips brushed Arthur’s forehead, pushing back an errant lock of hair. It was a strange sensation to look at herself and to be able to reach out and touch her own face. But at the same time, she could tell it was Arthur there. Even in her small frame, it was the set of his shoulders and the slight pout of his lips. The way he breathed, even.
Arthur didn’t stir. Only a slight fluttering behind his eyelids gave any reaction to her touch. He must be so tired, she thought.
Haruko went to grab a blanket for him and then realized in Arthur’s body, she could just put him into bed rather than only cover him where he lay. The thought made her smile. How many times had Arthur carried her to bed? More than she could count.
She lifted him carefully and cradled him against her chest. The beating of his heart felt so loud and faster than she’d expected. “Having exciting dreams?” She felt her heart grow heavy with emotion. Love was a weight, a fullness, that overwhelmed sometimes. Like now, when it overcame her suddenly. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She wanted to hold him tighter, to kiss him, to be held and kissed . . .
“Sweeping me off my feet, luv?” Arthur opened one eye to peer at her.
She felt heat creep into her cheeks. “I was just putting you to bed.”
He raised an eyebrow, mocking. “Going to take advantage of me while I slept? What a naughty bird.”
“I wasn’t!”
Arthur smiled. “You know protesting only makes you look guiltier, luv. Now be quiet and give us a kiss. I missed you last night.”
“I missed you too.” Haruko pressed her lips gently to his, surprised for a moment by how good it felt to, well, to kiss herself. The touch sent a burst of electricity through her, tingling from the tips of her toes to the ends of Arthur’s messy mop of hair.
He broke the kiss with a soft laugh. “Feels a bit different like this.”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “It’s nice though.”
“So you liked being me today, eh?”
Haruko considered for a moment and then shook her head. “No. I mean, it was nice sometimes but . . . writing is hard. And everyone expects you to know things. Everything. It was kind of exhausting.”
Arthur grinned. “You’ve got to be kidding. I spent today doing half what you get done - Sebastian told me so - and I feel like I went through the laundry press.”
She leaned her forehead against his and they shared a moment of quiet together. Their breaths came slow and deep together. Haruko met Arthur’s gaze.
“I love you,” she said at the same moment he spoke the same words. The world around her blurred and for a heartbeat, she felt as if she were falling or flying. Untethered, unmoored, a petal floating through the darkness. And then she found herself looking up into two big blue eyes. “Arthur?”
“Haruko? Haruko! You’re you!”
She laughed delightedly and kissed him. “I am! And you! You’re Arthur!”
“The one and only.” He fell back into bed holding her.
“I’m so glad.” She sighed, snuggling into him. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you,” she added after a moment. “Your pub friends are all really nice.”
Arthur stroked her hair and held her. “They are but . . . I realized sitting home tonight alone that I’d rather be home with you. Or out with you. Or anywhere, really. With you.”
Haruko felt a warmth in her chest that felt bright as the sun.
“Is it alright if I never let you go, luv?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “As long as I can hold on to you too.”
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My daughter's hair is natural
TW; insults towards the teacher like the typical angry mothers
Having two hyperactive "clowns" at home was a difficult task,¿Right? Well,just that one was excited about meetings in preschool is even more exhausting.
"¡Teacher,teacher! It's going to rain"
"¿Why do you say that Jackeline?"
"¡My mom and dad are here! Well,you see they never come,because they say that your talks are very boring"
She smiled innocently and ran off with the other kids,leaving the teacher with a confused look on her face as you and Jack awkwardly smiled at what your daughter mentioned.
"Sunshine,the girl didn't learn that from me"
"I know,I was the one who said that..."
While the teacher was talking,many mothers and fathers were sitting with their children in separate chairs,you were no exception.
"I thank you very much for coming"
"My dad wasn't going to come but I told him he was going to eat and he ran here"
Jack simply nodded,smiling and knowing no one could see him except his wife and daughter.
"That's...so funny of him,and it's amazing how many plans we have for this school year,but I wanted to take this opportunity to discuss a few things that aren't allowed in school,Miss (Y/N)?"
Her girl looked at them confused,the teacher didn't mention anything else about her dear dad.
¿How could explain to him that her father could only be seen by the two of you?
"Painted hair and makeup are not allowed in this institution"
She pointed to the girl,well,¿what would you do? You didn't decide that her blue hair and her red cheeks were part of her.
Your husband looked at the same teacher,having the audacity to warn her wife about something she couldn't even control,as well as hinting that her precious little daughter was using cosmetics at such a young age. ¿What did she think? ¿That her sunshine was a bad mother to allow that?
Jack ran a hand through her offspring's hair,smiling and trying to reassure her in case the situation escalated,because surely he would deal with it later or right now if he continued to bother them sunshines of him
"Sorry for the interruption,but my daughter's hair is natural,and it's not like makeup,it's birthmarks"
The other parents began to whisper among themselves,giving opinions and debating as if their lives depended on it without even dissimulating.
"That's a good joke miss,but do me a favor and bleach the girl's hair next time."
Looking at the teacher,you turned to your little family to affirm that everything was fine.
After a talk of plans for walks and expeditions,the children had the opportunity to wander around the room and play as much as they wanted,including the little girl with dark eyes like a night without stars shining in the sky.
"I'm not going to blame anyone,she is identical to you"
"¿Are you sure? That beautiful smile brought it out of you,my sunshine"
He carefully observed each place in the class,times had changed and something as important as school had definitely changed as well.
"Hi Amely!"
"Hello Jackeline"
"My daddy came,he got handsome for my mom to see"
They both laughed softly,running around the place having fun doing anything to end the meeting while continuing to talk to the adults about all the children's school performance and their hobbies as well.
"I don't like them that much" he commented close to your ear,pouting slightly to get your attention and get a reassuring response.
"Please honey,this is our first time hanging out with our daughter's friends parents,isn't it fun?"
"Maybe" he replied honestly,noticing how the clock marked 4 in the afternoon,2 hours had passed and her little girl was already asking to get out of there,rubbing her sleepy face against her father's arm.
"Someone is tired,is not it,little sun?"
"Okay,we're leaving,you can take a nap when we get home"
You took Jackeline in your arms to start rocking her,saying goodbye to the parents and teachers in charge of the place,although a certain person earned a deadly look,asking her daughter to at least say goodbye to her friends,accepting happily.And then drive out to go home
"Jack,what do you think about what that woman said about our baby?"
"She should be more respectful,someone should teach her a lesson"
¡MEXICAN BONUS!
"Pues natural natural que digas..Pues no me la creo,pero se te ve muy bien el cabello mi vida"
"No se preocupe,ella sabe que está muy hermosa con su cabello así,gracias de todos modos"
You responded by hiding the anger inside yourself,hugging Jackeline to tell her to play with her father so he wouldn't feel alone among so many people,which she happily accepted,giving you the opportunity to complain to other people about the teacher's attitude
"La profe anda de chingaquedita con mi niña"
You whispered in the direction of the woman next to you,knowing she was thinking the same thing just by noticing how quickly she nodded,grateful that someone finally had the courage to say it
"Ya sé,con mis hijos también es así,como si no se viera ella,de verdad que cae mal ésa vieja"
Meanwhile,you watched out of the corner of your eye as Jack tried to understand the words of his daughter,who spoke but in a language that your husband could barely understand
"It's okay papa,pero pásame el deste que está ahí on the toy house,que está en la desta"
"But..Sunshine,¿The what?"
Chingaquedita/Chingaquedito; Person who insults and annoys another in a subtle but constant way
#sunny day jack#sunny day jack x reader#swwsdj#sunny day jack x y/n#Joseph Cullman x reader#somethings wrong with sunny day jack#somethings wrong with sunny day jack x reader#swwsdj x reader
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Thief part 1
A/N: In case I continue it, it’s meant to be Chishiya x Reader. Don’t know what I’ll do with Niragi. Also, TW: this may not be for sensitive people. I don’t want anyone to be triggered.
The knuckles went directly to your temple, your neck twisting as a reflex, adding to the overall pain a new pulled muscle. You didn’t know what was worse: if to have the brunette man repeatedly throwing you around the bedroom like a sack of potatoes or having his “team” there to witness it all. Seeing their faces for the brief moments of intact vision you were granted, you could tell they were silently cheering for him. But now everything was blurred and you could only hear some distant chuckles and comments as background sound for the main male voice. He seemed to have grown tired of throwing you to the wall and to the floor back and forth, because now he decided that punches would make the message clearer. Despite that, you couldn’t really understand if he wanted an answer of if he just desired to punish you for what you’ve done less than an hour ago. The only question of his that you could retain was: “why would you steal the card from us, you stupid bitch?”. Oh, he seemed to be the type who liked using slang, probably because it helped him be the center of attention. The clown of a circus. Correction: the murder clown of a freak show.
Calling the game you had been in brutal would have been falling short. It didn’t just demand physical exertion as the spades type did, it also meant witnessing people killing each other, even if they were on the same team, just for the sake of surviving. You were supposed to run with other people and escape what was nothing less than a mass shooting. You didn’t even have time to turn and see where the bullets came from but your teammates falling down with rounded holes in the back of their heads was enough to realize that there was another team hunting each and every one of you down. And they had weapons. Something only two people playing on your side seemed to have, one of them being the brunette, the other one, his henchman. The goal was simple: reaching a determined location before the opponents ended you all but since it wasn’t a clubs strategy, people pushed each other so they worked as a distraction to buy time or so they tripped and let the faster runners keep their pace, even if that meant stepping on their corpses. Only the man in question seemed to find enjoyment in the horror and desperation of others. You registered his actions. He stopped each and every time around the corners with his armed friend, using a wall as protection to shoot against the hunting team. And even when you were ahead of him for meters, you could still hear his cheerful screams. He killed another one. Following your steps was a blonde man who called your attention momentarily before you left him behind. He was running with his hands inside his pockets, almost jogging as if nothing was happening, meanwhile you were about to spit your heart out. But then you lost sight of him. It was only when you and the two armed guys, only lasting survivors from the twenty players escaping the shooting, ended up at the alleyway signaled in your phones that you realized he had taken a shortcut and poured gasoline across the street. Once all three of you were in, he set fire with a lighter, impeding the hunters to go further into the alleyway as you climbed up some stairs which supposedly led you to the finish line: a small and twistedly cozy rooftop bar.
“Game cleared for four players. Congratulations”. And then nearby explosions of collars at unison from the failing persecutors.
You remembered the brunette yelling some more, moving his body in exaggerated ways to celebrate and accentuate each and every word he let out. It was exasperating and at the same time, it made you flinch. His friend was laughing as well but the blonde man was silent, once he looked at them with disapproval, he turned his gaze towards you, following your actions. That’s why he was the first one to realize what you did. Hurrying your way like a little rabbit, you went for the card you found on one of the bar tables and ran away with it, going down with the opposite stairs that led you to a free street.
You knew the blonde one didn’t alert the others because by the time you heard the yelling from the two guys, you had actually managed to escape a few streets and hide behind a garbage container. You wiped the sweat of your forehead with your forearm, the scent of death was perceivable in the air or maybe it was just your brain playing the traumatic events from the last minutes on repeat. Where were they? You took a few seconds to recover, considering which street could be your exit way and by the time you gave some steps backwards reaching the corner behind, the brunette man ambushed you, knocking you out with the back of his rifle.
By the time you opened your eyes, you were in this hotel bedroom, soon to realize that the utopia behind The Beach was nothing more than the fertile soil for a dictatorship to rise. But Niragi, as you heard one of his followers call him, didn’t allow you much thinking, especially when the punches began. Four of them were enough to have you in a plain state of surrender, mostly because your brain couldn’t handle sending proper impulses to your nerves to even move a finger.
Niragi then grabbed your legs with an iron grip, pulling from them to turn your fetal position into a flat one, belly up, so he could sit on your hips and look at the mess he created on your face.
“You know the punishment for traitors here? It’s death”, he chuckled, his pierced tongue licking his upper lip, almost as if he couldn’t wait to torture you some more but your limp state was depriving him of further satisfaction. “But since you are new, I think we’ll go with punishment for thieves. And what is that?!”, he exclaimed at the four other people in the room. Every single one of them had the smile on their faces erased rather fast, they must have thought he was looking for a real answer about the rules they didn’t know instead of just telling a sick perverted joke to spark the situation up. “Don’t be so fucking stupid”, he told them, laughing and leaning impossibly close to your face, his tongue licking your cheek up, barely reaching the blood in your temple. “Punishment for thieves here is… stealing from them back! Like this!” he said out loud and grabbed a handful of your top to rip it to the side.
Chishiya was back at the hotel too with his silent demeanor as usual. Kuina was the first one to reach to him (and possibly the only one). By the way she hurried her way to him, it was obvious she was relieved to see him come back intact. “Tough?”, she asked because ‘everything okay?’ was silly.
“The usual”, Chishiya disregarded the events, finding rest for his back against a wall in the main hall. Kuina followed him, standing by his side. “And the new one?”, he asked, not looking at her.
“Niragi”, was the only thing she let out as a whisper.
if you think it’s okay, I’ll try another part, just let me know cuz I never know where stories will take me lol
#chishiya x reader#chishiya#alice in borderland#alice in borderland 2#aib#aib2#chishiya fic#chishiya fanfic#chishiya fanfiction#niragi#niragi x reader
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A Speed Demon and His Demon Partner — Peter Maximoff x gn! mutant! reader
Summary: Having their life changed by their DNA, reader ends up a to be a mutant. Luckily, Peter Maximoff is by their side and they end up on a wild ride.
tw: cursing, injury, anxiety, claustrophobia (if i missed any, let me know)
a/n: So this is basically a bunch of my daydreams meshed into one story, so don't mind that the transitions between scenes are kinda messy.
wc: 10.5k
(Read it on ao3 here)
You don’t realize what you take for granted until it’s gone. Don’t realize how cruel the world can be until it hurts you. I never understood the hatred towards mutants. I still don’t. They’re people, just like anyone else. People feared what they didn’t understand. It’s a concept as old as time.
What I understand now is how lucky non mutants are. Hell, even mutants with only mental differences even had it better. Of course this isn’t a competition and all mutants have it rough.
Though my situation was pretty ironic. Growing up in a religious household and all, only to look like the child of satan. Yeah, that’s right. My mutation didn’t happen until I was about 16. I woke up and noticed the fact that my skin was a deep red and my nails were sharp. I looked into the mirror with horror. Two horns protruded through my skull and the roots of my hair were black.
At that moment, it felt like my entire world ended. I was a mutant, and one that couldn’t hide. I had no idea what my family would think, let alone my grandma. I knew my mom was more open to mutants, but I was still worried she would have some stigma about the way my mutation looked.
So I hid myself in my room for as long as possible. I didn’t go to school, I didn’t go out unless everyone was asleep in the house. I know my mom was worried…but I didn’t care. I mean I looked like a literal demon. I knew it would come out sooner or later, but my mom found out. She caught me in the middle of the night while I went to make food. She looked scared at first, I probably looked mortified. Yet she sat me down and told me she would never hate me, mutant or not, and I felt like maybe not everything was terrible for once.
She understood my decision to not see my grandma anymore, but she said something that shattered the happiness. And that was that I would still have to go to school. I felt like a weight was dropped right on top of me. Mutants weren’t illegal, but they were highly hated on, and honestly I was scared for my safety.
So the first day back I wore a hoodie, jeans, boots, hat, sunglasses, anything and everything that could somehow hide my appearance. What I totally forgot that homeroom was my first class and that I was the tutor of someone that tended to be annoying.
The one and only Peter Maximoff. He was seen as a problem child and the class clown, though tutoring him gave me more insight to who he was. He had trouble focusing, and with the way he would fidget made me believe that whole heartedly. Which tended to make our ‘tutoring sessions’ more into time for us to joke around.
Anyways, back to the previous point. When I entered the class I was relieved to see that Peter was nowhere in sight. Only to feel my stomach drop as he plopped into the seat next to me. I kept my face down, staring at the wood patterned plastic.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I could hear the smile in his voice which quickly turned to concern. “You alright? You haven’t been here for a while.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumbled, tugging on my hood. I saw Peter lean in from the corner of my eye, he was trying to make eye contact.
“You sure?” He asked, his voice sounding endearingly soft.
“What are your thoughts on mutants?” I blurted out.
He seemed slightly taken aback, but continued the new topic, “Nothing much.”
“Why? What are yours?” He asked back.
“I think they're fine, don’t get why people hate them so much,” I replied.
Peter was silent for a bit, “Why don’t we talk about this more at my house, we could skip or wait till after school…”
Skipping school seemed tempting. I mean even with as much as I tried hiding myself I could see the stares and hear the whispers as I walked past. For the first time that day, I looked at Peter and his eyes widened in shock. I looked back down.
“Could…could we skip today?” I asked timidly. I mean I’ve skipped before, but it was in between lunch periods so it was pretty easy.
“Of course,” He breathed out. “Wait for the bell to ring and we’ll be out of here before you know it.”
I nodded, not sure what he had in mind, but I trusted him. I felt his hand pat my back awkwardly, but I couldn’t help but smile at the sentiment nonetheless.
Once the bell rang Peter and I headed out to the halls. Kids were bustling, pushing and shoving, before I could glance at Peter, I felt his hand rest on the back of my neck. Then all of a sudden, we were in his basement. I blinked once, then twice. My eyes drifted over to Peter, who was casually laying on the couch eating a hostess cupcake.
At that moment, I was happy to know another mutant, someone who I could vent to without worry. I couldn’t hide the smile that made its way onto my face as I looked to the side.
“You can take all that stuff off now,” Peter mumbled through his food. “This is a safe space.”
I felt my heart warm at the proposition and joked, “Even if I look like the spawn of Satan?”
“I think that just makes you hotter,” Peter shrugged. I felt myself freeze, looking to the side I pulled my hood down and discarded my hat and sunglasses on Peter’s table. I felt his gaze piercing the side of my head but I pretended to ignore it.
I decided to take this chance to glance around and snoop a bit. This was my first time seeing Peter outside of school, and my friends don’t really invite me out too much…not like they go out much either. I glanced over the junk food stash, not even wanting to know what that’s about, and I also conveniently decided to ignore the random items that seemed out of place. Finally, my gaze fell onto the arcade machines. How the hell did he get those…
“So what’s your power?” I asked, breaking the silence. “Teleportation?”
“Super speed,” Peter said nonchalantly, suddenly playing Pong. “Lame, I know.”
“Hey, better than being red,” I said, trying to lighten his mood. But it seemed to do the opposite.
He looked back at me with a frown, “I think you look cool.”
“I think your power is cool too.”
That was the start of our friendship growing deeper. We hung outside of school more, I felt more confident about my mutation because of him. Of course my other friends were surprisingly accepting as well. Overall life was going smoother than I thought it would. Yeah people made comments about my appearance, many older people tried to get me to ‘find God’, and the stares were irritating to say the least, but having people be there to support me was enough for me.
Everything was peachy until one fateful day. It was like any other day, I was hanging out with Peter in his basement when suddenly his mom calls out that the cops are here.
I didn’t even see Peter move when he appeared next to me and whispered, “They’re not cops, rental car, possibly FBI.”
My heart dropped at the last thing he said, “Sh-should I hide?”
“Nah, I think you’re good, don’t seem dangerous,” He smiled, running over and started to play ping pong with himself.
Three men came trekking down the stairs, the first one a medium height compared to the rest, his sideburns were out of control. The second was the tallest, he was scrawny with glasses. Had a nerdy vibe overall. The last was the shortest and wore sunglasses and looked messy overall.
“What do you guys want?” Peter asked, running over and sitting under my legs that still rested on the couch. I shifted slightly, trying to put less weight on him. “I’ve been here all day, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” I nodded, not liking how all their attention was now on me.
“Relax, Peter, we’re not cops,” The sideburns guy said. I frowned, how did he know Peter? Why did Peter not seem to recognize him? Were they actually FBI?
“Of course you’re not cops,” Peter shrugged, hands behind his head. “If you were cops you wouldn’t be driving a rental car.”
“How’d you know we’ve got a rental car?” The short guy asked. British accent?
“Checked your registration while you were walking through the door,” Peter replied like it was nothing. “I also had some time to kill so I also went through your rental agreements and you’re from out of town. Are you FBI?” I rolled my eyes, such a show off.
Peter zoomed off and grabbed the short guy's wallet, looking through his stuff, “No, you’re not cops. Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?”
“That’s an…old…card,” The short guy said, trying to defend himself.
“Well he’s fascinating,” Nerdy dude said with a smile.
“He’s a pain in the ass,” British guy said, making me scowl at him.
“What, a teleporter?” Nerdy guy asked.
“Super speed,” I spoke up, and they glanced at me again before turning back into their little huddle.
“When I knew him he wasn’t so…young,” Sideburns muttered.
“Young?” Peter asked, back on the couch under my legs handing me a popsicle. “You’re just old.”
“You’re not afraid to show your powers,” Nerdy guy said, sounding amazed.
“Powers? What powers?” Peter asked all innocently looking towards me. “What’s he talking about? You see something strange here?” A smile creeped onto my lips, exposing my canine teeth that seemed to have grown bigger after my mutation appeared.
“Nothing anyone would believe,” I replied with a shrug. His smugness is getting to me now. He smiled back at me, already done with his popsicle.
Zipping over to his pong arcade game he continued, “So who are you? What do you want?”
“We need your help,” Sideburns proposed.
“To what?”
“To break into a highly secured facility and to get someone out,” Sideburns continued. I couldn’t help but stare at them with wide eyes. Who just asks that?
“Prison break?” Peter asked. “That’s illegal, you know.”
I watched as they looked around his room at all his stolen goods and I sighed, I really hope Peter doesn’t agree.
“Only if you get caught,” Sideburns replied.
I felt myself frown as Peter asked, “So what’s in it for me?”
I was about to speak up, ask Peter if he was out of his mind, but British guy beat me to it, “You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon.”
Peter turned around slowly, and I felt my heart drop at the fact that he was actually considering this, “How do I know I can trust you?”
“Cus we’re just like you,” Sideburns said, glancing at me and I shrunk slightly under his gaze.
“Show him,” British guy said.
Sideburns glanced at British guy and held up his fist, three bone claws came out and I winced at the sound.
“That’s cool, but disgusting,” Peter commented.
“Peter,” I called out, shrinking once more as all their gazes fell on me. “Could we like…talk privately for a moment.”
“Uh yeah,” Peter nodded, then zoomed us to a spare bedroom. “What’s up?”
“What’s up?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re totally gonna do that prison break aren’t you?”
“We’re doing the prison break,” Peter said like he was clarifying.
“I’m sorry?” I asked incredulously. “Nuh-uh. No way.”
“Oh come on, where’s your spirit?” Peter asked, clapping me on the shoulder. “You need to have some spice in your life once in a while.”
“I-” I stammered, unsure where he thought I’d agree to this. “Okay, let's ignore that part. They probably don’t even want me coming. I’ll totally ruin their plan if they even have one. Have you seen me? A literal red flag!”
“Simple, I don't go if you don’t,” Peter shrugged.
“What about my mom?” I asked next, trying to get him to see an ounce of reason.
“What about her?” He shrugged.
Wha- are you hearing yourself right now?”
“Come on, you won’t even have to do anything,” Peter insisted. “Be the getaway driver?”
I felt myself slipping as he gave me puppy dog eyes. I looked off to the side, not believing what came out of my mouth next, “Fine.”
“Yes!” He celebrated, pumping his fist in the air. “You’re amazing!” Peter held the sides of my face and brought mine close to his. I felt my breath hitch and tense up.
I failed to mention that the moment I met Peter, the first thing I thought was how he looked cute. Yeah, I know, sue me. Even though I was attracted to him, it didn't mean anything. I didn’t know him so why would I expect anything to go anywhere? And then we started to become really good friends and my feelings slowly grew, creeping through me like vines.
So in this moment, all I could feel was the fact that the room seemed to grow warmer, and I never noticed those pale freckles that ran across his nose. I think he noticed what he was doing and diverted to kissing my forehead. While I wasn’t complaining, I’ve never had a forehead kiss before. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy and…God I’m never gonna stop coming up with scenarios after this.
Then suddenly we’re back in his basement and he’s got his arm around my shoulder as he leans against me casually, “I’m in, as long as she can tag along.”
The strange men looked at each other, almost like having a silent conversation. Then sideburns whispered, “I think we’ll want her there to keep him under wraps.”
Yet I was distracted from them as I felt Peter tap my shoulder to a tune no one could hear. Then I realized the situation I was in, or more like the position. I was tucked into Peter’s side and I could tell he was trying to stay as still as possible.
I was brought out of my little reverie as British dude spoke up, “She can come, but she’ll have to stay in the car.”
“Fine by me,” I shrugged.
With that, we were off driving. I learned their names as Charles, Hank, and Logan. Peter took the middle seat between Charles and I, he could clearly see my anxiety of being in a car of total strangers.
I never realized how annoying it could be to be in a long car ride with Peter. I mean we never had to go on one before so why would I? I just tried to zone out by staring out the window, but it was hard to ignore Peter’s jitters, nonstop questions, and him trying to constantly get my attention.
“What?” I muttered exhaustedly as he poked me for the 100th time.
“I’m just curious if your mutation is more than just your physical appearance,” Peter speed talked. “It’s hard to imagine a mutant who can’t control something.”
This seemed to have grabbed the others attention as Hank spoke up, this clearly being his expertise, “Typically mutants have at least one power, physical appearance is secondary.”
I felt myself grow anxious at not only their stares, but what I could possibly do, “What do you think I can do? How can I find out?”
“Well, sometimes mutations come out when the person is stressed, it’s really hard to tell what someone can do unless they already found out,” Hank explained.
I let out a humorless chuckle, “Well I’m constantly stressed, maybe we’ll find out at any moment.”
After that, it was pretty straightforward. My mind was busy trying to think of powers I could possibly have while they broke whoever they needed out of the Pentagon. I really wish they gave us more information.
I sat in the drivers seat, car key half way in the ignition. I kept glancing around, making sure my appearance was hidden as well as I could. I probably looked sketchy as fuck, but no one bothered me.
I saw the group hustling and quickly turned the car on. They all piled in, Peter being forced to sit on the ground due to lack of seats. Quickly and as inconspicuously as I could, I pulled out and drove off. I felt a rush of adrenaline as guards ran out the door, but they didn’t seem to notice us specifically.
“Drive faster!” Logan whisper shouted. “They’re going to sniff us out with how slow you’re going.”
“If I drive faster their attention will be drawn to us and then we’ll really be caught!” I countered, too nervous about being a literal getaway driver to be scared to talk back.
“She’s right,” The man we broke out nodded. “Besides, they can’t catch us now that I’m out.”
I glanced at the rear view mirror and shifted my eyes back onto the road immediately. Something about him exuded an intimidating aura. Hank directed me to where I needed to go and we ended up at an airstrip with what looked to be a private jet.
You know if they got money to spare I wouldn’t mind them paying me for my time.
Everyone got out of the car, Logan and Erik, as I learned, boarded the jet right away. Charles and Hank stood by it as Peter and I leaned against the car.
“Do a favor and return it for me will you?” Charles asked, nodding in my direction. “And Peter? Take it slow.” Charles smiled slightly at Peter before boarding the jet. Hank nodded at us before following. The jet door closed and Peter turned to me, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Suddenly I was in the passenger seat and he was turning the car on.
“No!” I exclaimed with wide eyes, trying to exit the car. “I do not trust you out of all people to drive, full offense.”
Peter looked at me and gasped in fake offense, “That truely hurts me (n/n).”
“Good,” I huffed with a fake glare. “Now let me drive.”
Peter pouted at me, trying to give me those puppy dog eyes that make me crumble every time. It may have broke me to participate in a damn prison break, but not getting in a crash.
“I’ll drive safe I promise!”
“No you won’t,” I sighed.
“I won’t you’re right,” Peter grinned. “You know me too well.”
He gave up and let me take over the drivers station. I pulled into the road and went 50 mph, just 5 over like always. Everyone told me I drive like a grandma, but I’d rather drive like a grandma and be alive than drive reckless and die.
I hummed softly with the radio, slightly weirded out at how quiet the car was. I took a quick glance at Peter and he seemed to be lost in thought. I tapped the steering wheel before speaking up, “Something wrong? I’m sorry if I made you feel bad about the whole driving thing…”
“Hm?” Peter perked up. “Oh, no you’re good. I was just thinking about how hungry I am. Why don’t we stop at that diner up ahead.”
“Okay,” I agreed, unsure if that was really the truth. I pulled into the diner parking lot that Peter pointed out. I was a bit nervous going out with how I looked and all, but with Peter by my side I felt more comfortable.
I fidgeted with the car keys in my pocket as I looked around. It was a smallish diner, steady amount of people. With a checkered print that lined the walls, and the pink and blue neon lighting, it gave a real youthful feel. My gaze landed on Peter who now sat in front of me, his eyes scanning the menu so fast I couldn’t even tell he was reading.
I let myself look at the menu, it was mainly burgers, but they also had some chicken options. I found my go to order and decided I’ll stick with it.
“Excuse me,” we both looked up to see a waitress, a frown promanant on her face as she glared down at us, me specifically. “We don’t serve your kind here, you’re making the other guests uncomfortable.”
I felt myself flush in embarrassment as I quickly looked around, seeing people stare and whisper at the encounter that was currently happening. I could quickly feel my eyes water but tried to hold it down. I hate crying, and I don’t want them to see me in such a vulnerable position.
“She hasn’t done anything wrong,” Peter quickly comes to stand up for me. “We just want to eat some food like everyone else, but if this is the way you treat your customers than we’ll just take our money elsewhere.”
Peter stood up, and I stood up too, just wanting to leave this place as fast as possible. Peter took my hand and led me out to the car. I found comfort in the fact that he was holding me, even if it was just our hands. I clenched my free hand and scowled at the ground. I didn’t even notice that I was now in the passenger seat and we were driving off.
“What a bitch,” I spat, all the things I could’ve said to her just now entering my head. “Who gives her the right? No one, that’s who.”
I felt my anger continue to bubble, as all I could think about was what happened previously.
“I can’t believe she had the balls,” Peter scoffed. “I was seriously considering punching her-“
“HOLY SHIT!”
“What?” I asked back in panic, his shout startling me.
He started laughing breathily and pointed out, “Look at your hands!”
I looked down and I felt fear rush through me. My hands were on fire, literally burning. I gasped and lifted my hands up, not wanting to burn my clothes. The fire quickly went out and I stared in a mix of horror and wonder.
“Guess we figured out what your power is,” Peter grinned cheekily.
“That’s…cool but scary,” I replied, anxiety already filling me. “I mean, there’s so much that can go wrong.”
“Hey,” Peter said, nudging me slightly. “I know you’ll be fine.”
I nodded, his words helped me calm down a bit. We ended up getting fast food, not wanting another situation to happen. Then he dropped me off home and that day came to an end.
The closest we ever got to, possibly becoming more, was this day. We ended up actually doing something besides sitting in his basement. I got a sudden taste for a slushie so we ended up at a gas station. And I actually paid for the slushies since I refused to let Peter snatch a few. Since I chose (red/blue) he got the opposite. We sat outside on a bench at a park nearby and I enjoyed the sun warming my skin. Of course Peter had to break the silence.
“Y’know, I kinda want a purple slushie right now,” He said nonchalantly.
I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows while taking a sip from my cup, “There’s a purple slushie-”
“Oh,” I whispered in realization. How did I not get his meaning right away? He grinned mischievously while leaning in close to my face. I felt my heart rate quicken and suddenly it felt hot.
I wanted to pull away, look somewhere else, be somewhere else. But my body knew that I really didn’t mind if he did kiss me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His warm brown eyes staring into mine so softly. I was waiting for his next move, waiting for him to just close the gap. Hell knows that I wasn’t going too, I felt frozen in place. Yet suddenly he pulled away and wiggled his eyebrows, finishing off his drink. I felt my heart drop, and looked away quickly. How embarrassing, why was I actually expecting him to kiss me? Am I crazy?
I leaned back on the bench and watched the kids run around and play in the playground without a care in the world. Parents would briefly glance at me from time to time but I ignored it. The disappointing feeling that consumed me was my prominent problem. When did my feelings get this out of hand? Did he know what he was doing to me? Or am I really that good at hiding my feelings?
“You okay?” He asked in a hush tone.
“Hm?” I looked back over to him, but seeing his face made the feeling of embarrassment wash over me again, but I tried to put it in the back of my mind. “I’m good, why?”
It wasn’t too long after when we graduated, (Peter just sliding by). And after that a letter arrived. From Xaviar’s School for Gifted children. Charles Xaviar, the man who we helped with a prison break. It was a job offer, and I felt so grateful for the opportunity. So I wrote a letter back, accepting the job. Now to break it to Peter. I didn’t want to leave him, I really didn’t. But to find a job like this? With the way I look? Impossible. As simple as that.
I waited for Charles’ response letter, since he’s agreed to pay for my travels to New York. The letter held all the important flight information and at that moment the situation really sunk in. I kept reading the letter over and over again. Then suddenly the paper was out of my hands and in the speedsters who laid on my bed like it was his own house.
I rubbed my arm awkwardly as he read the letter over. I couldn’t meet his eyes once they left the paper and fell onto me.
“You’re leaving?” He questioned.
“Yeah,” I nodded, shuffling my feet awkwardly. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but I wasn’t 100% sure and I was waiting for this letter and-”
“I get it,” He nodded. “I’m happy for you.”
“I could ask if you could work there too,” I offered, I could tell this was hurting him, maybe even more than it hurt me.
“I still have to look after my family,” Peter shrugged. I could tell he was hiding his emotions, or at least trying to, and at that moment I felt like the worst person on Earth. I know things will smooth over once feelings settle, but it still hurts at this moment. I nodded, understanding he may need his space for a bit.
I didn’t see him much after that. Now that we didn’t have school, it’s not like I could just run into him. It hurt. The fact that I was leaving tomorrow and he hadn’t said a peep to me since he found out. I rechecked my suitcases for the umpteenth time. I had as much clothing as I could pack, I had everything I thought was too important to leave. My mom said she’ll hold on to the things I had to leave behind and send anything I may want.
As if my wishes were granted, Peter appeared in my room. Any snarky remark I could come up with left my brain as he stared at my suitcases.
“Hey,” I whispered, happy that I’ll get to say goodbye at least.
“So tomorrow’s the big day huh,” He replied with a cracking smile. I frowned as he tried to hold himself together. I didn’t say a word, instead I opted to just hug him. I felt like crying, but instead I just held him tight. Who knows if I’ll see him again after this.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, squeezing him tighter.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” He muttered back, holding me just as tight. “I’m glad you found somewhere where you’ll be accepted. Just don’t forget little old me back in DC.”
“I could never forget you,” I chuckled lightly. “Keep in touch, yeah?”
“Of course,” Peter agreed, a genuine grin finally appearing. For the rest of the day we hung out, trying to savor what was left of our time in DC together. I felt like a weight was lifted off me that day.
When I boarded the plane, I was first astonished at the fact that I was flying first class. Second, when I looked out the window I noticed that a certain silver haired man was waving at me. My jaw went slack for a second, trying to hide my laughter as one of the luggage loaders was trying to go after him. I waved back, already missing him.
Hank greeted me once I got off the flight. He helped with my bags and drove us to the school. I couldn’t help but gape in awe at the size. Hank gave me a brief tour. We ran into Charles and he welcomed me to the school. I was surprised to find him in a wheelchair but didn’t comment on it. Why would I? Hank then showed me my new room and helped me with my suitcases. He then went on to describe my job, since I couldn’t be a teacher, I would be a staff member, kind of like a hall monitor in a way.
Hey, I'm not complaining. I never really was good at talking to people. Hank left me alone as I started to unpack. The room was medium sized, so it wasn’t hard to find a spot for everything. I fell onto my new bed, deciding to rest my eyes after a long trip.
I didn’t see Peter for a long time after that. And our reunion was under unfortunate circumstances. One minute I’m scolding a kid for running down the hall and accidentally hurting another student, then I’m standing outside, Peter standing right next to me.
“Wow,” He breathed out while putting his goggles on top of his head.
“Where did you…” Hank stuttered, out of breath.
“I was looking for the professor,” Peter explained. “I thought he lived here.”
“They took him,” Hank said with wide eyes. I looked over at him with worry.
First the school explodes and now Charles is gone? Taken apparently. And all of a sudden Peter freaking Maximoff is standing right next to me. It was a lot to take in. Our attention was brought to Raven, who was in her natural form. I didn’t know how to feel, on one hand I was happy that the kids could finally meet their role model, on the other, I knew how uncomfortable Raven must feel at the moment. If I could change the way I look in a moment's notice, I’d do it as well.
“They look up to you,” Hank spoke up. “Right now, they need you.”
“That’s not what they need,” Raven replied, changing back into her go to human form.
Suddenly one of Charles’ cars pulls up and a group of teens pile out. I recognized them to be Scott, Jean, Kurt, and Jubilee.
“What happened?” Scott panicked. “Where’s Alex? Where’s my brother?”
“Pretty sure I got everybody,” Peter shrugged, looking around.
“Alex was closest to the blast,” Hank spoke to Peter, and I could feel my heart sink.
Scott booked it towards the rubble, Jean and Kurt not too far behind. I rubbed my arm awkwardly as Hank looked away.
Peter turned towards me, “I…”
I walked over to Peter and pulled him into a giant hug, “It’s been so long!”
Peter hugged me back even tighter, “So, you didn’t forget little ol me?”
“How could I?” I asked, pulling back to reveal my teasing grin. “How could I forget the dumbest person I’ve ever known.”
“Ouch.”
Suddenly helicopters flew in, an announcement going off on repeat, “Please remain calm, medical assistance is on the way.”
My gut was telling me something was off about this. I mean cops never show up this quickly…
When the helicopter landed, army men filed out holding strange looking guns.
“Hey!” Charles’ friend called out, waving her arm. “Moira McTaggert! CIA! Thank god you’re here.”
Peter, Hank, and I walked closer to the men. I couldn’t help the growing anxiety that filled me. If they were here to assist us medically…then why did they look ready to be violent?
“Wait!” Raven shouted from behind us and we turned around. And then everything went black.
A scream startled me awake, and I bolted upright, looking around. I groggily watched as Peter scrambled backwards towards me, helping me up and holding me close to him.
“What?” Raven asked.
“What’s wrong with you?” Peter asked, freaked out. “Is that going to happen to all of us?”
I swatted Peter’s arm with a light scowl on my face. I’ve only seen Hank in his beast form once before, and I could tell he was freaking out, so I just continued on like nothing happened. I could tell that he was insecure about his mutation, I mean, I am as well. So I understand the feeling.
“No I just,” Hank swatted his hand in the air. “Left my meds in the house.”
“What happened?” Moira asked. “Where are we?”
I also noticed that we were in a cell-like room with green lights surrounding us. The green lights would be cool if we weren’t here against our will. I finally noticed a window near the ceiling with a man, the same man from the helicopter watching us.
“Hey!” Raven shouted out, walking closer to the window.
“Hello, Mystique,” The man spoke.
“Major Stryker,” Raven greeted.
“Colonel Stryker,” He corrected. “I wouldn’t get too close to the wall if I were you. It may create some discomfort.”
“I’m Moira Mctaggert,” Moira spoke, walking forward next to Raven. “I’m a senior officer at the CIA.”
“I know who you are, Agent Mctaggert,” Stryker said condescendingly.
“You cannot keep me here, in this…” Moira trailed off.
“Actually I can,” Stryker replied. “A psychic event just destroyed every nuke from here to Moscow. That event emanated from exactly where we found you. At the home of the world’s most powerful psychic. So you are going to tell me, where is Charles Xaviar?”
“It’s not him you should be worried about,” Moira said, and I looked over at her in concern. “There’s someone else. Someone more powerful.”
I’ve only heard the stories of Charles’ powers. He was humble about it, but when you work with kids, rumors spread. So hearing that someone could be more powerful than him was terrifying.
“If you let us out of here, we can help you,” Raven tried to bargain.
“Do you really expect me to believe that?” Stryker asked. “You can put on any face you want, but I know who you are. What you are.” The man walked off after his rude little rant.
I turned to look back at the others and Hank broke the silence, “Hey, Moira, um…what did you mean when you said someone more powerful than Charles?”
Moira looked off to the side and I noticed how Peter walked over to Raven. I joined him, not wanting to be on my own.
“You know him?” Peter asked her. “Magneto?”
“I used to,” Raven said. “Not so sure anymore.”
“What was he like?” Peter continued. I shifted slightly, knowing that Erik was a sensitive topic with Charles and Hank. Knowing that Charles would mention Raven, I figured he may be a sensitive topic for her too. “Was he uh…like they say he was? Was he…the bad guy?”
“No,” Raven said without hesitation. “I mean, yeah. He was…”
“Why do you care so much?” She asked in a defensive tone. “You see his speech on t.v. or something?”
“Yeah, but, uh…” Peter trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly. “He’s my father.”
“What?” Raven asked in great surprise. I looked at Peter in surprise as well. I know he tended to hide his feelings and thoughts when they ended up being meaningful, but I’m surprised that he kept something that big from me! Normally we tell each other everything over time.
“He and my mom,” Peter started, and I quickly grabbed his wrist when he lifted it, knowing what he was going to do. He glanced at me before finishing, “They did it.”
“No, I know…” Raven sighed. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” He confirmed. “He left my mom before I was born. I met him 10 years back with (n/n), but we didn’t know it was him. By the time I figured it out, it was too late. Then, this week I saw him on T.V. again, and I came to that house, looking for him…but by the time I got there…late again. For a guy who moves as fast as me, I always seem to be too late.”
Peter said it like a joke, but I could hear the hurt in the bottom of his tone. I noticed that I was still holding onto his wrist, and deciding to ignore the flustering emotions I felt swoosh through me, I decided to try something I haven’t done before with really anyone. I lowered my hand and held onto his, squeezing it lightly, brushing my thumb over the back of his hand.
“Let’s hope not this time,” Raven replied.
Peter looked towards me for a few seconds, “Yeah.”
Charles’ voice suddenly rang out into my head, “Hear me inhabitants of this world. This is a message. A message to every man, woman, and mutant in the world. You have lost your way. But I have returned. The day of reckoning is here. All your buildings…all of your towers and temples…will fall. And the dawn of the new age will rise, for there is nothing you can do…to stop what is coming. This message is for one reason alone. To tell the strongest among you…those with the greatest power…protect those without.”
“How was Charles doing that without Cerebro?” Hank asked, looking super confused.
“I know that voice,” Stryker suddenly spoke to us once more. “It’s Xaviar, isn’t it? What’s going on?”
“We don’t know!” Raven shouted in frustration.
“We don’t know bro!” Peter backed up. I simply shrugged my shoulders. Stryker walked away, clearly frustrated.
Peter sighed and looked towards me. I could tell he was starting to get antsy just standing around. Especially when he started swinging our still intertwined hands. I raised an eyebrow at him and he just wiggled his eyebrows back. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile that found its way onto my face. It was quickly wiped off my face when alarms started blaring, startling me into covering my ears with my hands, Peter never letting go so it was kinda awkward.
Peter let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around in me instead, which allowed me to cover my ears properly. We all stared up at the men scrambling around.
“What are they doing?” Moira asked worriedly.
“What’s going on?” Hank questioned.
Our gazes turned even more concerned as the men started to back up with their arms in the air. The sound of gunshots rang even through the, what I’m assuming is soundproof, room. We all ran towards the wall that held the window so we would be hidden, Peter tugging me gently closer to him. On any other day that would cause my heart to beat faster, but my heart was beating faster for a whole different reason.
Once everything went silent again, we backed up, trying to see as much as we could. Only to find Kurt running into view. He kept trying to speak to us, but we couldn’t hear him. I pointed at my ear and shook my head, trying to communicate that we couldn’t hear him. Kurt looked down and pressed something.
“Stay away from the…” Kurt cut out.
“What?” We asked.
“The do-” Kurt cut out again. “Stay away from the…”
“Get away from the door!” She shouted as we all scrambled away. I tugged Peter harshly as I ran to the wall.
“On three!” Kurt shouted. “One…two…”
The door exploded and Peter shielded my body, holding me close to his chest. I knew that once this was over, I’d look back on this moment, but I was currently too occupied to deal with any romantic feelings. Although I did enjoy the feeling of being close to him. We rushed to the door to see Jean and Scott.
Jean spoke quickly, “We know where the professor is.”
“I think we might have a way out of here,” Scott chipped in.
“Well you’ve been busy,” Raven commented.
“We had a little help,” Scott replied. “Let’s go!”
They started running and we followed. It was brought to my attention once again that Peter was still holding my hand due to how sweaty my hand felt. I felt embarrassed because I could feel myself sweat due to the running I was currently participating in. Kurt joined us, which scared Scott, but my train of thought was cut off shortly when we entered a hangar. It was filled with huge jets. Raven found flight suits and told us to put them on. Peter gave me a wink as he put his on and I just rolled my eyes. We all entered the jet and took our seats. It was quiet at first, the only sound was Peter chewing and popping his gum. I kept my gaze down at my lap as I thought about what we were heading into.
That was it, we had no idea. And who likes the unknown? No one, it’s something everyone fears whether they’ll admit it or not. I fidgeted with my hands, many scenarios running through my head. I didn’t know much of the situation, everything has been hitting me nonstop, giving me no time to think. Peter knew about just as much as me. I can guess what’s happening, but nothing is definite. Charles was taken, which is common knowledge. Now we’re heading to Cairo, Egypt. So I’m assuming that’s where he is. Everyone also seems prepared to fight, we’ll probably be attacking whoever took Charles. But who were they? What can they do? Will my powers even be useful?
Not too long ago Charles, Hank and I found out I could do more than just summon and manipulate fire. I could also summon a beast. It seemed to be a hellhound. It was a bit bigger than a wolf, its fur as black as charcoal, its eyes a beady red. It huffed out fire when it snarled. And it was honestly the cutest goddamn thing in the world, to me at least. I named it Ammit, after the Egyptian God. Very fitting in this situation, I know. Although my powers furthered my image of a demon, I couldn’t help but embrace it. I mean Ammit was always so sweet to me, how could I say no to a companion?
“Were you scared?” Jean asked, looking towards Raven. “That day in D.C., were you scared?”
“No,” Raven spoke without hesitation once again. She then noticed how anxious we all looked and continued, “But I was scared on my first mission. I was on a plane like this with my friends. About your age.”
She looked at us all before continuing, “We called ourselves the X-Men. Your brother was there. We used to call him Havok. He was a real handful…but when it came down to it, he was very brave.”
“What happened to the rest of the kids?” Kurt asked, and I had a feeling it wasn’t gonna be a happy ending. “Who went with you? The X-Men?”
“Hank and I are the only ones left,” Raven said solemnly. “I couldn’t save the rest of them. I told you, I’m not a hero.”
“Well, you’re a hero to us,” Jean said sternly. “Seeing you that day on t.v. changed my life.”
Kurt chimed in, “Mine too.”
“Mine too,” Peter joined. “I still live in my mom's basement but, you know…everything else is uh…oh it’s pretty much the same.” Peter chuckled, “I’m a total loser.”
Everyone laughed with him, but I swatted his arm gently and gave him a glare while whispering, “What did I say about you making yourself the butt of the joke.”
He looked me in the eye and I noticed him clench his hands from the corner of my eye. I inched my hand closer to him, the nerves I had before suddenly vanishing. He seemed to notice the motion and shifted his fist closer to me. I sucked in a breath and put my hand over his fist, which made him relax. I couldn’t help but stare at how the red pigment of my skin clashed with his pale skin, but I think we fit perfectly together. But that may be my old crush on him coming back full force.
“7th wonder, 12 o’clock,” Hank said, breaking the little world I was stuck in with Peter.
Raven stood up and looked out the front windshield, and when I looked out there from my seat I felt my jaw drop. Metal was flying through the air and buildings were on fire and crumbling. In the middle was a giant pyramid, made out of newer looking materials.
“He has the professor in the center of the pyramid,” Jean spoke, breathing heavily. “He’s going to transfer his consciousness into the professor. If he does that…he’ll have the power to control every mind in the world.”
I felt my breath quicken at the sudden information. I looked around at everyone in slight panic, now being fully brought into the situation. I knew it was bad, but not the end of the world bad. Peter also seemed to be a bit panicked and held my hand fully, intertwining our fingers.
“What the hell is that?” Moira asked as we passed by a giant sphere made of flowing scrap metal.
“It’s Erik,” Raven specified. Peter sped to stand behind Hank and I couldn’t help but let out a gasp as I felt him woosh past me. Raven looked at all of us before coming up with a plan, “You guys help Nightcrawler get into the pyramid. Get Charles. I’ll take care of Erik.”
“How are we gonna get through that?” Hank asked.
“I can get you in there,” Peter spoke up, looking towards Raven. “I came here for him. Let me help you.”
Raven nodded before continuing, “The rest of you, get Charles on this plane and get him out of here.”
“We’re not leaving without you!” Kurt exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll catch up,” Peter said, winking at me. I looked away, trying not to show him how his stupid joke amused me even in the slightest.
“Hold on,” Hank said, landing the jet. Once he landed, we all exited.
“Hank, you go with the kids,” Raven ordered. “Moira will stay with the plane.”
“Wait,” Scott spoke up before I could say anything.
“What?” Raven asked.
“Not all of us can fully control our powers,” Scott pointed out.
“Then don’t,” She replied. “You need to embrace them, we all do.” With that said, she turned into her true form.
Everyone smiled, but I looked to the side, wishing I didn’t have to ruin the moment, “Excuse me, but should someone stay behind with Moira? I mean…I don’t want to just sit on the side and do nothing, but when it comes to mutants she doesn’t really have a way to defend herself…”
Raven nodded in understanding, “Then you can stay behind with Moira and keep the plane safe.”
I nodded and Peter took off with Raven, the others ran off not much later. I made my way back to the jet, but decided to stay outside. I had a better view around me. I kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings, pacing around the jet slowly. Though no one seemed to be targeting the jet, which I can understand. Their priority was to keep Charles in the pyramid.
Though the more time passed, the more I fell into thought. My mind couldn’t help but wander, and of course it ended up with Peter and I’s relationship. It’s always been…unique, to say the least.
It started off innocent enough. I was put as his tutor, my homeroom teacher really cared about Peter, and didn’t want to see him failing. I agreed reluctantly, for the sole reason of not wanting to disappoint the teacher. Which turned into a friendship full of teasing. It was fun, happy. Then it grew, and we opened up to each other more. Our trust in each other was stronger than anything you could even think of comparing. This led to romantic feelings growing in me. Mere attraction turned into something stronger. But then came the crash of the job opportunity that I didn’t hesitate taking. And everything we built seemed to fall apart, burning too fast to even count as unraveling. Now, everything we had seemed to slowly rebuild itself, better and brighter than before. Bolder. It made me nervous. But not exactly the bad kind. It made me hopeful for what we may have in the future.
“(Y/n)!” I heard my name be called from inside the jet. I scrambled into the jet and jumped back as Kurt and Hank were sprawled across the floor in front of me due to Kurt’s teleportation.
“Let’s go!” Hank exclaimed as the door behind me shut. Moira and Hank quickly work the jet off the ground. I noticed that Scott was already on the jet as was Jean and Charles. I took a seat, not wanting to get thrown around. Only hoping that Raven and Peter were going to be alright on their own.
That worry was gone as soon as the sound of thuds on the top of the jet sounded. Then a purple laser sword (?) stuck through the top, cutting the top of the jet.
“Kurt,” Jean said. “Everyone, grab hold of Nightcrawler!”
“I’ve never done it with this many people,” Kurt said, expressing his worry.
“Get us out of here,” Jean commanded.
Everyone took a hold of him, and I reached for his shoulder, not wanting to get left behind. A guy with metal wings jumped into the jet and I felt myself slightly panic, but I knew better than to let that get to me. Jean made the jet fly straight down, giving Kurt more time. He struggled to teleport, but ended up doing it just in the nick of time.
I grunted in pain as I rolled away from the group, breathing heavily.
“Is he okay?” Scott asked as Kurt was passed out.
“It’s his energy,” Jean explained. “He’s drained.”
“Get out,” Charles spoke out.
Jean was at his side in a moment's notice, “Professor it’s okay. You’re with us.” Opening his eyes, he looked around. Jean helped him lean against a wall as Hank tended to Kurt. I made my way to a window, peeking over the edge to keep a lookout.
“Show yourself!” A creepy voice shouted out. “Charles! Show yourself!”
Then I saw a man with bluish gray skin that donned armor. So that must be the man causing all this chaos. It was almost like I could feel his power radiate off him. But my attention was quickly grabbed as I saw a silver blur move back and forth, the armored man flying through the air like a ragdoll. I felt a mix of proudness and fear flow through me, the thought of Peter getting hurt flashing through my mind.
This fear seemed to come to fruition as our enemy used the dirt to hold Peter in place, speaking in a condescending tone, “Foolish child.”
Then he grabbed Peter’s arm, twisting it, only to break his free leg. I let out a choked gasp, tears quickly springing to my eyes as Peter let out the most guttural scream I’ve ever heard. It was like that hurt went straight through my heart. He kept crying out in pain and I was about to run out at that very moment. But one of the guys’ teammates came out, and I knew better than to run out and kill us both. I’ll wait for my moment to get that fucker.
He grabbed Peter by his hair and lifted his head up, making me clench my fists in anger. I would’ve pierced my skin with my sharp nails had it not been for my thicker skin. Though I failed to notice the flames that started to engulf them.
“End him,” The bastard said.
The woman flipped her sword and I closed my eyes, not being able to watch a person I love die in such a dastardly way. Suddenly, I heard the woman gasping and I opened an eye, expecting the worst, only to see the armored guy's neck cut, and the woman being choked by him. His wound quickly healed, and the woman revealed to be Raven as he lifted her up.
“The great hero,” The bastard spoke, like he had any right. He dropped Raven as she passed out.
That was it, I ran outside without a second thought, hiding behind some rubble. I drew a symbol in the sand, pricking a finger with my nail and watching as the sigil lit up, and Ammit rose from fire. He was an immortal beast straight from hell, so I didn’t hesitate to send him out to battle. I knew Ammit had my back, so I ran out to Peter, trying to find a way to get him out and to safety.
The fear in Peter’s eyes hurt, “What are you doing here? Get out while you can!”
“And leave you behind?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Now why in the hell would I do that?”
The look in Peter’s eyes was something I’ve never witnessed before, an emotion I couldn’t put my finger on, but I was distracted when I heard a whimper from behind me. Turning around, I used my body as a barrier as I stared at the damage this monster did to my babies. First Peter, and now Ammit? I snarled, bearing my fangs as I saw Ammit a bloody mess, disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. I threw my hands up, fire bursting out, trying to keep him away from Peter at the very least. He just stood in it, not hurting him a bit. He walked towards me, and I tried to throw a flaming punch, but he caught my fist.
I’ve never felt as feeble as I did at that moment. Not even when my mutation showed. He stared me in the eyes and snarled, punching me so hard I thought I astral projected. I was knocked to the ground and the Earth enclosed me.
“(Y/n)!” Peter shouted in desperation. I felt my breath quicken, panicking since I couldn’t move my arms, or head even. All I could see was the sky, as my face was the only thing not encased. Tears quickly sprung from my eyes as I tried to move, wiggle, just get some movement in.
“You are feeble,” The monster spat. “Just like the others. Charles! Come! Rescue your weaklings! Give your life for theirs!”
I was trying to pay attention, but my claustrophobia was getting the better of me, so I just tried to focus on my breathing. Something, anything to take my mind away from the current situation. Especially since it wasn’t looking so good. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine I was somewhere, anywhere but here.
The feeling of Earth crumbling around me made me open my eyes only to come eye to eye with Hank carrying Raven on his back and Peter on his side. He pulled me out of my mini grave and I took Peter from him so he didn’t have as much weight to carry. Hank and I rested them on some rubble, making sure they were safe, before we both nodded at each other and ran back to battle.
I watched in awe as Erik kept pushing metal into the monster's force field. Scott shoots his beams at him as well. Hank tried to jump at him, but was tossed aside. I focused on all my anger, hatred, and any other negative emotion that was eating at me, and shot out flames, the most powerful I have ever created. I snarled as he threw Scott back in his moment of weakness. Next he went after Erik, but Jean came out of nowhere, walking on air. Suddenly a burst of flames burst out behind her, resembling wings. The monster was quickly brought out of his forcefield and seemed to be falling apart. Hope began to fill me, and I pushed harder, trying to make my flames even hotter. Erik pinned him down with metal, allowing me to get closer. Scott was back in the scene, providing even more support.
His forcefield appeared once more, and I heard Hank mutter something about getting away. Suddenly a woman came in, helping us out by shooting lightning down and ridding him of his forcefield once more. Suddenly he started to disintegrate, mumbling some mumbo jumbo, but I didn’t care. Too focused on keeping my attack going, as I could feel myself get dizzy from how long I was doing my attack. And just like that, it was like he didn’t even exist.
I felt close to collapsing, but I wouldn’t let myself, not until I checked up on Peter. I stumbled back to him, finally falling once he was in front of me. I let out a huff, putting a hand on my head, closing my eyes to try and make the world stop spinning.
“I always said you were hot,” Peter’s voice pierced the air. “But you still manage to blow me away.”
I let out a dry laugh, “I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me, or making an observation of my powers.”
“Kinda the point,” Peter chuckled out breathily. “Maybe it’s a mix of both.”
I felt my heart flutter and I opened my eyes to look at him, his gaze once again filled with an emotion I couldn’t seem to figure out.
“You’re hurt,” I muttered, not being able to actually look at his injury.
“So are you.”
“Not like you are.”
On the way to the wreckage of the mansion, Peter got a cast put on at a hospital, then let us leave as long as we promised to come in for check ups. Then when we got back, Erik and Jean put the mansion back together. Everyone stood around amazed at the power they held. I stood next to Peter. Ororo, as I learned, stood on his other side.
“Mystique told me he is your father,” She said. “Are you going to tell him?”
“I might…” Peter trailed off. “One day. I think for now, I’m just gonna stick around here for a while.” Peter put on his dorky sunglasses and turned to look at me with a giant smile. I smiled back at him, happy that our duo was back together.
“Me too,” Ororo agreed, and I couldn’t be more happy to make a new friend.
That was the start of the X-Men once more.
“Forget everything you think you know,” Raven said sternly. “Whatever lessons you learned in school…whatever lessons your parents taught you. None of that matters! You’re not kids anymore. You’re not students. You’re X-Men.”
With that, our training started. But not everything was business.
“What’s with the sweater?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow while eating a twinkie. Some things never change.
“What’s with the silver…everything?” I retorted. “Are you jealous of how good my fashion is?”
“No,” He said, glancing down once more at my oversized knit green sweater. Suddenly a glorious idea popped into my head.
I took off the sweater, revealing the white button up I was wearing under it. I tossed it to Peter, getting up and finding the green cardigan I owned that matched the sweater.
“Go change,” I ordered Peter. “I’d offer you the button up but I don’t think it’d fit you.”
“Wha-” Peter mumbled, clearly surprised.
“Go on, I need to change too,” I said, shooing him out of my room.
“Okay, okay,” Peter surrendered, putting his hands up and walking out of my room backwards.
I put on a beige shirt and threw the cardigan over it. I looked in the mirror and messed with my hair a bit before nodding in satisfaction. Opening my room door, Peter was already changed into the sweater and even changed his pants so it would match the look. I smiled proudly, putting my hands on my hips.
“Now we match,” I grinned brightly.
Who knew that the great, flirty Peter Maximoff could be made speechless. It seems that I’ve done the impossible as his face turned a dark red. I couldn’t help but admire the tint that found its way onto him, but hid my admiration when Peter flipped his hair back.
“O-of course you’d want to show me off to everyone,” Peter stumbled over his words slightly. “But why don’t you take me out to dinner first?”
For some reason, seeing Peter in my clothes made me feel more confident, “Okay, 7pm tomorrow night?” I gave him a wink, probably looked really forced but I’ll just have to work on it. This seemed to have made him even more flustered and I patted myself on the back for a job well done.
“Seriously?” He whispered out. And suddenly, my confidence left me. I felt myself fluster at the situation I got me in, but I nodded my head in agreement.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “If you’re serious, that is.”
Suddenly I was pulled into a hug. A smile tugged at my lips as I hugged him back. I felt him set a kiss to the top of my head before pulling away. He kept an arm around my shoulders and walked the two of us out into one of the living areas. Which so happened to have Jean, Scott, Kurt, and Jubilee.
Jean and Jubilee looked at each other with knowing glances while Scott just raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“What’s going on here?” Scott asked cheekily.
“Someone’s got himself a date,” Peter replied smugly.
“Matching outfits already?” Jean spoke up. “And I thought Scott and I were bad.”
“Hey!”
“I-” I stumbled. “Those two things weren’t planned.”
“Not what she meant,” Jubilee murmured, and I shrunk into Peter’s side.
“I’m so happy for you!” Kurt exclaimed happily.
I may look different. I may have the powers of a demon. People may fear me. But that’s not what matters. I have people who care for me. I have people who will take care of me. And most importantly, I have Peter, the love of my life. Who could ask for anything more?
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