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❝WELCOME TO MY STUDIO.❞

─── ･｡ﾟ☆ About Myself Intro ☆ﾟ. ───

Hi, I go by Asher on here.

I have been reading fanfiction/reader inserts for a while and I have found myself to be both joyously happy and comforted whenever I have or am writing.

I believe that if my pieces of writing can bring even a smile to someone's face, then I have achieved the best thing of my week. Just because one person is in a bad situation doesn't mean that they can't bring a small tinge of happiness to another person in a situation that is worse than their own.

I also draw and game in my free time, with games such as Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail being 2 of my favourites, and for when I am drawing, I like to be creative and "outside-the-box" when it comes to it.

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✦ ∘ My Rules

Author's Note |⇢ I ask this kindly, but please read through these rules thoroughly and understand before interacting with my posts, requests, or myself in general. These are the rules that I will be working by, I can only ask for my readers to also abide by these rules, as this is how I write and keeps both me and my readers safe and comfortable.

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I won't beat around the bush here, so I'll be straightforward here.

I do have the right to decline your request if it does not abide by my guidelines or makes me uncomfortable to write it. I also take into account if it is minor friendly as I know younger audiences also read my works, however, when I do write even suggestively older age content, I place my warnings, it is your choice after that whether to read it or not. I am only responsible for telling you that it may contain certain topics, what you do afterwards is not my responsibility.

I do not give permission to anyone to repost, translate, plagiarized, modify or copy my works on ANY social platforms (Wattpad, Quotev, etc.). I do have some of these writing platforms which are linked right at the bottom of this post.

Any harassment, threats, or negative/rude/toxic behaviour towards me will result in you getting blocked, reported, and unable to read my works. (This includes towards my readers).

There are certain topics that I do not write for, and I do not tolerate people messaging my ask box anonymously to ask, "Why don't you write for this? How come?" When I have clearly stated that I don't write for it, be aware that this results in immediate blocking. Remember that, as a writer, specifically a fanfic writer, I do have rights as well, I do not need to give you a reason to why I won't write for something. And this is what I ask you to respect from me and other writers.

I recommend to ONLY request for the fandom(s)/character(s) that I have stated that I write for. If I do not know the character you are talking about, I won't write for them.

I ONLY write for female readers.

I'll put this note here that I do not write for the LGBTQ community, and true that I don't write for them, I won't go out of my way to cause problems for them, I'll show respect as it is shown to me, therefore, if you don't want to request from me because of this, you are more than welcome to leave, if you do want to request something, feel free to. But don't bring an uncomfortable environment/aura here, please. Let this be known that I am not phobic towards anyone in this community, I just do not write for it.

Please abide by my guidelines. This is to keep both the writer and reader from having any problems, as well as keeping both safe and happy.

✦ ∘ What I Write

Oneshots

Imagines

Headcanons

Scenarios

Long fics

Short fics

✦ ∘ What I Write For

Comfort ┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

This can be comfort for disorders, reverse comforts, bad days, mental illnesses, physical topics, mental topics, self-harm, suicide tendencies, depressions, etc. It can even be for just a bad day, it can be comfort for domestic abuse too, so, let's say the reader is getting abused I will write a comfort fiction for them but I won't write it from the abusers p.o.v. This also includes body negativity, for example, if you'd like to request a certain character cheering the reader on or simply comforting them about their insecurities, I will make a way to write it for you.

While on this topic, the subject of domestic violence comfort is something I can also write for, but I'd like to say that from my point of view, I will be writing from an objective state, for example if I am writing about someone who is in a situation like this, I will be writing about the requested character comforting them, but also helping them to get out of the position.

(Another note I'd like to add is for any disorders or mental illnesses, it would be very appreciated and helpful if, when you request, provide some reference to the topic, then I can further look it up and attempt to provide an accurate oneshot/imagine/etc. for you.)

This can be comfort for both the reader and character, which is also called "Reverse Comfort", which is also what I am comfortable with writing.

Angst ┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

This can be break-ups, cheating, mild blood themes, etc. It can be heart-breaking, too. Though I wouldn't recommend character or reader deaths as I am a bit touchy about it, but maybe, just maybe, I can consider it.

Fluff ┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

This can be general cuteness overloads, tooth-rotting fluff, overbearingly affectionate themes, etc.

Mature Themes (18+) ┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

This will only be to the point where it meets the ages of younger readers, I won't go beyond anything 18+, so this can include make-out sessions, and anything else relating to the topic.

(Though I choose not to write smut, I can write scenes leading up to it or the ending to it, but I won't go into detail, therefore, it won't be a full smut.)

I WILL BE copying and pasting warnings before these for my younger audience, please remember that I can only provide you with a warning, what you do after that is on your own accord, but again, I do not write full smut.

Platonic Relationships ┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

This can include:

Parent Relationships -> Parent Character x Child Reader or Parent Character x Parent Reader

Child Relationships

Friend Relationships

Teacher Relationships -> Parent Character x Child/Student Reader or Teacher Character x Teacher Reader

Remember these are PLATONIC relationships, meaning that the relationship is loving and affectionate but NOT sexual.

✦ ∘ What I Will Not Write For

Another note to add, if you request for any of these topics, please know that I will immediately delete the request. As all of these topics go against what I stood for, and what I still stand for, when I decided to become a fanfic writer.

If you harass me for not writing for these topics, I will also block and report you.

Smut

Sexual themes (this includes rape, incest, pedophilia, zoophilia, predator behaviours, grooming)

Heavy yandere themes

Demon readers/characters,

OC's x Characters

Abortions

Witchcraft

LGBTQ

Strong violent themes

Strong gore themes

Drug use in an abusive way (for this, I will only write if a professional physician has prescribed the reader or character with this)

✦ ∘ How To Request From Me

☽| State which character(s) you would like in the request.

☽| Also state a short summary of what you would like.

☽| You can state what genre you want, though it's optional, e.g. fluff, angst, etc.

✦ ∘ Other Places That I Write

☆| Archive of Our Own

☆| Quotev

☆| Wattpad

✦ ∘ My Masterlists

➴| Watch Dogs 2

➴| My Hero Academia

➴| Love and Deepspace

➴| Imagines

➴| Voltron: Legendary Defenders

©ASHER RITSUKO ━━ I do not give permission to having my works plagiarised, copied, modified, or translated onto any other platforms, including Tumblr. On Tumblr, my works are allowed to be reblogged, along with credit back to me. My works belong to me unless stated otherwise.

I will also state either the creators or who the show/anime/etc. belongs to as a way to credit them.

#✦ Asher Ritsuko ✦#x reader #reader inserts #fanfic writer #fanfic writing #mha x reader #bnha x reader #watch dogs 2 x reader #haikyuu x reader #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #requests are open

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asherritsuko · 2 months

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WATCH DOGS 2 𓆩♡𓆪 MASTERLIST

�� Rules and Navigation ➜ Please read through this thoroughly to avoid confusion and mishaps when you are requesting, in fact, reading this before you request as it would be easier.

♯ Requests Status ➜ CLOSED

Wrench ❝REGINALD BLECHMAN❞

➼ ❝You Don't Have to Carry All of This Alone, Babe.❞

➼ Blood Doesn't Make You Family

©AsherRitsuko ─── I do not give permission to having my works plagiarised, copied, modified, or translated onto any other platforms, including Tumblr. On Tumblr, my works are allowed to be reposted. My works belong to me unless stated otherwise.

©Ubisoft ─── Creator(s) of Watch Dogs 2. (Correct me if I'm wrong, but please do it in an appropriate and kind manner.)

#watch dogs 2 #wrench x reader #reginald blechman x reader #reginald x reader #reggie x reader #wd2 #reginald blechman #wrench wd2 #watch dogs wrench #wrench #wrench imagine #the wrench #video games #gaming #ps4

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asherritsuko · 2 months

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MY HERO ACADEMIA

✰ ∘ Rules and Requesting Info

✰ ∘ Request status: OPEN

✦∘Izuku Midoriya

➜ coming soon...

✦∘Katsuki Bakugo

➜ coming soon...

✦∘Shoto Todoroki

➜ coming soon...

✦∘Eijiro Kirshima

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✦∘Denki Kaminari

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✦∘Hanta Sero

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✦∘Tenya Iida

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✦∘Hitoshi Shinso

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✦∘Neito Monoma

☾∘➼ ❝A Pretty Pink Bow Looks Good On You.❞

✦∘Tamaki Amajiki

➜ coming soon...

✦∘Shota Aizawa ─ Eraserhead

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✦∘Taishiro Toyomitsu ─ Fatgum

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✦∘Keigo Takami ─ Hawks

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✦∘Tomura Shigaraki ─ Tenko Shimura

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✦∘Dabi ─ Touya Todoroki

➜ coming soon...

©ASHER RITSUKO ━ I do not give permission to having my works plagiarised, copied, modified, or translated onto any other platforms, including Tumblr. On Tumblr, my works are allowed to be reblogged, along with credit back to me. My works belong to me unless stated otherwise.

©Kohei Horikoshi ━ Creator of My Hero Academia. All rights belong to its original owner.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #shoto x reader #katsuki x reader #eijiro x reader #denki x reader #hanta x reader #tenya x reader #hitoshi x reader #neito x reader #takami x reader #tamaki x reader #shota x reader #taishiro x reader #keigo x reader #tomura x reader #dabi x reader

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asherritsuko · 3 months

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Out of Line

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k words

Warnings: Maybe one or two cuss words, mentions of violence(a mere punch)

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for this fandom and I went and read up on as much as I could for this character as well, so if he is a bit OOC, please forgive me, in due time, I shall become accustomed to the characters. But I do hope you enjoy reading this!❤️

Being proud of her team was one thing, but to be a part of the team was a whole different story. They had made her feel involved and that her input was important, making her develop a deep connection with each of the players, often times going to the extra length to try and help them with tips or advice she had heard or learnt having previously been a player as well before she accepted the position to become part of their managers, which allowed her to provide more assistance if one of them ever needed it.

Unfortunately today would be the day it came in handy.

Daichi Sawamura had been the sole motivator to why she had agreed to become a part of their team's managers when the position was offered to her.

The two had been friends for a few months after she had transferred to the team and with him being the first one to greet her and make her feel involved, often helping her with anything he could or if she asked. Though as the weeks passed, he found himself developing a strong liking for her, how she behaved with and around his teammates, how her personality shined brightly like the sun, never once did he see her lose her patience or temper with anyone, inside or outside the team, even when some of them got a bit rowdy, she had always kept a reassuring presence that allowed the other members, and Daichi, to feel comfortable around her, he had even been surprised when Tsukishima started talking casually to her, or rather, as casual as he could be.

The competition they had been preparing for was due to put stress on them, with many becoming burnt out quickly and receiving aches and pains from how much they had been practicing. Daichi could also feel the strain that had been building in his shoulders, often making him hiss or wince when he played and though he didn’t catch it as clearly, he could feel that (Y/N) had been paying special attention to him, making sure he stayed hydrated and softly asking him to rest when she saw that it was taking its toll, even sometimes gently massaging his shoulders to try and alleviate any tension or pain. Something most of his teammates teased him about, claiming that only he ever got physical reassurance from her which would be met with him telling them that she was only being helpful, but what could he say to his teammates when he actually enjoyed bathing in her presence? How his heart would skip a beat or start beating quicker whenever she called his name or cheered him on.

Sugawara had caught onto his responses to her, along with Asahi, attempting to encourage him to tell her how he felt as the constant looming he did had started becoming noticeable. However, Daichi had started creating scenarios of how he could confess when he wasn’t worrying about her telling him that she’d like to remain friends, two contrasting thoughts creating a war inside his head, he knew that she showed him extra attention, as much as she thought she was being subtle he did catch onto how she’d keep her hands on his shoulders long after she had gotten the knots out, or how she had talked to him about her past and goals, what she kept dear to her she shared with him when his other teammates weren’t around.

The competition had been going extremely well, with Karasuno scoring more points that would win them a victory that they could take home. Kiyoko had asked (Y/N) if she could assist her with grabbing some towels and bottles of water for when they had finished greeting the opposing team after the audience had left and out of respect, the teams would say their ‘thanks’ and ‘good game’, however as (Y/N) and Kiyoko had packed the last of the things they needed and were ready to walk back to the court, Nishinoya and Tanaka had barged through the doors, out of breath and in clear shock.

“Nishinoya? Tanaka? What’s going on?” Kiyoko asked concerningly as she and (Y/N) held the boxes in their arms.

“We need you to come quickly.” Nishinoya had said, his voice sounded distressed,

“What’s going on?” (Y/N) asked as Tanaka helped her with carrying the box and Nishinoya attempted to hurry them up, making the two women follow them back to the courts in their panicked states.

“One of the players from the other team got a bit handsy with Daichi,” Nishinoya explained, his quick footsteps echoing off the hallway walls and increasing their concerned states, especially for (Y/N) who was aware that Daichi would never say anything petty or attempt to one up everybody, but then again ‘handsy’ could mean many things.

However, she understood once they had gotten back to the court what Nishinoya had meant, (Y/N) quickly grabbed a towel out from the box Tanaka had been holding before he placed it down on one of the benchers, running to where a few of Daichi’s teammates had been next to him as he had his hand covering his nose and mouth.

Sugawara had moved to the side when he saw her approaching, “What happened?” She asked as she handed Daichi the towel, the captain taking it from her as he brought his hand away, allowing her to see the small trickle of blood running down from his one nostril before he wiped it with the towel, thanking her as he placed it back to his nose to prevent it from leaking any more other than the pain radiating from around his nose area which would be showing come the next morning in blue and purple.

“Let’s just say that one of the other team's players wasn’t too keen about losing.” Azumane replied to her, making her turn her head towards where the other team's manager had been lecturing them before bringing her attention back to Daichi.

“It all happened quickly which is why we sent Nishinoya and Tanaka to go call you and Kiyoko, one minute he was shaking hands with the guy and the next the guy was throwing hands.” Sugawara explained as Kageyama and Hinata were being restrained by Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, or as well as they could restrain them as they were also willing to let them go and throw back a punch but would rather spare themselves the same lecture.

(Y/N) stayed close to them as the other three came around, Kiyoko and Tanaka passing out what was in the boxes as their team managed to stay sort of calm, Kiyoko handing Daichi a bottle and him accepting it but making no move to open it before he was handing it back to (Y/N).

“Nuh uh, come on, Daichi, at least take two sips and I’ll accept that. I will not have you fainting with a bleeding nose.” (Y/N) stated, attempting to make her tone sound gentle but stern as to let him know that he had no way to back out, though what she didn’t see was the small smile that appeared on his face behind the towel before he was removing it and taking the bottle that she had now opened to quench his thirst as she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

“That is going to leave a nice shiner tomorrow.” Nishinoya indicated, earning a smack from Tanaka as Daichi furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes turned towards the shorter player, “I mean, it won’t make you look any different-” He attempted to fix his mistake, not aware that he had somehow made it worse by continuing.

“And by tomorrow, we all would have to run fifty laps around the school for that comment.” Tsukishima commented sarcastically as he watched Nishinoya try to reexplain what he had meant, unknowingly further increasing Daichi’s oncoming headache from the amount of force that had been applied to his nose.

“It’s alright, Nishinoya. Don’t worry, your captain will be back to normal as soon as we get him an ice pack.” (Y/N) stated as Asahi helped him to stand back on his feet while his other hand kept the towel to his face.

“Yeah and maybe a smooch for good luck.” Hinata declared, making Kageyama smack the back of his head, “What? That’s what parents say, if you kiss it, it heals faster.” He continued, unaware that Daichi was ready to set out a tense workout routine after this the swelling went down and the pinkness in his cheeks also vanished, but upon looking towards (Y/N)’s wide eyes as Kiyoko handed her an ice pack that she had retrieved from their med kit.

“Take this and apply it to where it feels swollen or painful.” (Y/N) said as her flustered state washed away a bit and she returned to her usual bubbly self. Daichi gently took the ice pack from her as he wiped away the few remaining trinkles of blood before he was putting the pack near his nose.

“I think this has been enough excitement for one day, let’s head to the locker rooms and get our stuff.” Daichi told his team, cringing at how nasally his voice sounded but received nods in response as none of them wanted to remain there for any longer than what they had to.

Before he could make any movement forwards, Daichi heard his name being called, making his team also turn their heads to who had called it, no surprise it being the manager of the opposite team which made Daichi stand up straight and motioned for his team to continue walking to the locker rooms, aside from Sugawara, Azumane, Kiyoko and (Y/N) but Nishinoya and Tanaka staying close to the doors to also watch the scene.

“I am terribly sorry for the behaviour, never would I condone this sort of action.” The older male expressed while the said teammate stood next to him with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl painting his face, “But I think an apology is in order from my player.”

The scowl never left the other player’s face, even as he delivered what appeared to be a half-assed apology, but Daichi had waved it off, being able to shake the kid’s hand properly before he was taking it back and the manager was moving away, but it seemed that the kid hadn’t been finished, “Having a star player on the team who only sits around because of a little ankle injury.”

Now it had been the last straw, it had been one thing to insult him to his face but bringing his team members into it was a whole different story, the comment making Daichi freeze in his place when he felt (Y/N) flinch from under his arm that had been around her shoulders, making his turn around while still holding the ice pack to his face, “I’m sorry?”

“That wasn’t towards you, don’t worry.” The kid said as he motioned his head towards (Y/N) who still had her back turned towards them with Kiyoko placing her hand onto her shoulder.

It had been a touchy subject for her, one that she had let Daichi know of when he tried encouraging her to play for the team or at least try out. Through teary eyes she had explained that in her previous team she was a star player but due to a severe ankle injury she was told she wouldn’t be handling the ball anymore, she had told him that she had been heartbroken over it and that she had felt utterly useless about it, which is why she had been so happy and ecstatic when the position was offered to her. Now for someone to be using it as a hateful comment was something he wouldn’t be allowed to pass, at least that was until she turned around.

“Let’s get one thing straight here.” (Y/N) had said as she made eye contact with the younger player, “You don’t get to assault one of my players, then make a half-assed ‘sorry’ and then continue to do it. If you want a challenge so badly, I can arrange with your captain that it’s just you against Karasuno and then you can come tell us about what makes you better, deal?” (Y/N) continued, making the kids eyes widen and for embarrassment to wash over him as his team witnessed the ordeal as (Y/N) had made herself slightly louder when speaking to him.

Unbeknownst to her, Kiyoko had to wave her hand in front of Daichi’s face to bring him back down to earth. After stating her part, (Y/N) turned around and moved towards the doors, holding it open as Daichi and Kiyoko made their way through.

“Wow… I never would’ve thought we’d see this side of you.” Kiyoko stated as the three of them walked to the locker room. As they arrived, (Y/N) and Kiyoko stood outside, saying that they’d wait for everyone to be finished before they left, but once Daichi entered the room, he had all of his team's eyes on him.

“What?” He asked, confused as some of his teammates had knowing smiles and others were just staring at him.

“Never knew she could be defensive.” Kageyama spoke, allowing Daichi to catch up with what had been the main topic of the subject now.

“She was merely acting in a way that was appropriate as a member of the team.” Daichi said as he moved to his bag, retrieving his jacket and slipping it onto his back.

“Yeah, sure, but what manager uses the term ‘my team’ so defensively?” Nishinoya asked, picking up his own stuff as everyone was also in the process of doing after packing away their gear.

“It could’ve just been a slip up and a spur of the moment thing.” Daichi said, trying to resolve the situation while keeping it professional, “Any team member would’ve done the same thing.”

“When are you going to confess to her?” Tsukishima asked, the question making the captain choke on the water he had been drinking resulting in a coughing fit that had him turning his head towards the blond with a confused expression that he tried to hide.

“Not the time or place, 'Tsuki.” Hinata stated, making Tsukishima’s eyes turn towards him.

“Coming from the one who had suggested them kissing earlier.” He stated, making Tanaka burst into laughter while the others started throwing in comments back and forth which made Daichi blink his eyes as he rubbed his other hand over his face, wondering what the ride home was going to be like.

“What do you think is taking them so long?” (Y/N) asked as she paced back and forth in front of the bus doors, “Surely it doesn’t take them forty minutes to collect all of their gear, right? Unless they forgot something?” She said, though more to herself than expecting an answer from Kiyoko.

“I’m sure they have a good reason-” As she had been just about to continue, the loud banging from the doors opening and Hinata running into the bus, followed by Kageyama going on a rant about how he would have to watch the back of his head, making (Y/N) and Kiyoko look at each other in confusion before the rest of the team was exiting the doors.

The ride home had been surprisingly quiet, well as quiet as the situation was after Daichi had a stern talking with all of them before they got into the bus, but now he had been on the receiving end of it as they had all planned out how they were going to make him sit next to (Y/N), which they accomplished and she was none the wiser. Now Daichi sat next to her, the ice pack long since melted and his nose free of bleeding, allowing him to breathe properly but not allowing (Y/N) a moment of rest as she tried using disinfecting wipes to gently use around the area that had begun to bruise.

“That’s going to leave a mark, but with good attendance to it, it should heal up within a week or so, Daichi.” She claimed as she gently wiped away the dried blood, “Is it painful?” She asked concerningly, watching as his half closed eyes turned to her.

“Just feels like it’s blocked a bit and is only painful if I press on it.” He explained as he watched her sigh before she threw away the wipe into a small plastic bag near her.

She turned back towards him, staring into his half closed eyes, “What do you think provoked him to do that?” (Y/N) asked him absentmindedly, the thought had been racing through her mind, the kid had no reason to resort to violence and she knew Daichi never provoked anyone unless absolutely necessary, which was where the confusion lied.

Her question made him shrug his shoulders, “Could’ve been many reasons.” He stated as he brought his hand up to softly caress her cheek, her expression turning into one of shock at his actions, “thank you.”

“For what, Daichi?” She asked as she had been confused about where he was coming from.

“For looking after the team.” He said shortly, his thumb never leaving her as his hand stayed rooted to gentle caressing.

“How hard did he hit you?” She asked, making Daichi softly chuckle as he removed his hand back to his side as she smiled at him, “I enjoy working with all of you and them team means a lot to me, especially after I thought that I’d never step foot on a volleyball court ever again, which is why I should actually be thanking you, Daichi.”

He smiled after hearing her words, turning his head back towards her, “Do you perhaps want to grab a coffee sometime? Like not immediately as we get back but when you’re free.” He inquired, watching as her eyes slightly widened as well as her smile.

“Is this you asking me out?” (Y/N) asked as she saw him nod or what looked like a nod with what little space he could work with while not wincing.

“I’d love to. But how’s that going to affect your team?” She asked not wanting to give special attention to just Daichi but also so that his team wouldn't feel left out. But before he could answer and tell her that they were all alright with it, a voice from the seat in front of them spoke up as he turned around in his seat.

“It doesn’t affect us in any way as long as you guys don’t get all lovey dovey on the court.” Tsukishima stated bluntly.

“And now he doesn’t have to sit while staring at you from across the court.” Nishinoya chirped in.

“We’re so happy to see you finally asked.” Sugawara added, patting Daichi on his back from behind him.

Meanwhile Daichi felt the tinge warmth in his face after they had seated themselves back down, allowing him to sigh as he closed his eyes but opened them quickly when he felt soft lips being pressed to the side of his nose, “I hear it’s supposed to heal faster if you kiss it better, and we need you for next week’s training session.”

“I think you missed a spot.” He said as his finger touched his lip, making (Y/N) softly chuckle as she pressed her lips against his, his hand moving over hers on his knee and intertwining them as the two got lost in their own world.

“We’re not even on court and already they’re starting.” Tsukishima stated, crossing his arms while the two pulled away from each other, both now smiling.

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©HARUICHI FURUDATE | Creator of Haikyuu!! and whom the characters belong to.

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asherritsuko · 3 months

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I didn't want to have to repost, but I'd rather spread the word, or at least help to. The original post is not able to be reblogged, but this needs more attention.

its bot letting me repost for some reason but we gotta share it

#be aware #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk community

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asherritsuko · 5 months

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❝A Pretty Pink Bow Looks Good On You.❞ | MHA Series

Author's Note: I'd like to make it clear that I try to make different scenarios for each character rather than having multiple characters turn into the same animal. So, some of these may be random or unexpected, maybe not even thought of from the characters, but I do hope that you enjoy the scenarios.

Warnings: Mild cuss words

Summary: The boys get hit with an animal transformation quirk, and who becomes the lucky candidate to take care of them till it wears off? You guessed right... YOU.

(Y/N) rubbed at her fatigued eyes as she inhaled deeply, studies and hero course work had been quite tasking on her that day, draining her of any remaining energy that she may of still had along with the weather taking a drastic turn for the worst, from the morning filled with only the sun, birds chirping many tunes and not a cloud in the sky to the afternoon that turned on its side to dark clouds and heavy rain hitting against her dorm room window and keeping many of its residents locked inside for the evening, preventing anyone from going out unless they had plans to spend the next day with cough syrup and stuffy noses.

Normally she would've found this type of weather as peaceful and tranquil, unfortunately, she had felt like a raging volcano awaiting to erupt, causing all of its hot magma to pour out over the edge because of a certain blonde, blue-eyed boy as he had promised her a movie date in her dorm room under the fluorescent stars that she had stuck to her ceiling, hot mugs of a satisfying beverage and a bag of fluffy marshmallows as an apology after the stunt he had pulled with her classmates that ended him, Bakugo and Midoriya in a week's worth of detention. And with him being over an hour late, she could feel her patience slipping and she had been considering if she should give him the benefit of the doubt, but due to the fact that he had done this a few times, she would be sure that there were no 'get out of jail free cards' for him when he came running back.

Rapid knocking on her door made her flinch, pulling her out of her fixed stare at her wall where her mind ran freely with thoughts, ideas and strategies, turning her interest of direction towards it, probably burning holes into the person on the other side with her glare alone due to the anger that she had been feeling in her chest, obviously not meaning to but sometimes certain emotions caused outbursts at the wrong people for the wrong reasons, something she tried not let slip, especially in the hero course where her partner, or even herself, to be the key to them surviving.

"Come in—" She announced, yet she felt her eyebrows rising a little when her door had been opened quickly and before she had finished her sentence, cutting her off. She looked towards the person who had intruded but her concern started growing when she recognised the crimsoned-haired boy looking like he had just run a marathon and was on the verge of having his knees buckle under him and fainting.

"What the hell?" She asked rhetorically as she got up from her chair, walking towards Kirishima. She watched as he leaned against the door frame, "Kirishima, what happened?" She asked with concern lacing her voice.

"You need to come quickly." He stated without an explanation as he grabbed her wrist and hurriedly walked with her to the common room where she noticed a few puddles of water scattered around the place along with a few of her classmates running after something small around the couches.

"What the hell is going on here?" She asked with confusion, not understanding why the common room looked like a cyclone had just hit it, but she felt like her question had been answered when a blob of blond fur rolled out from under the couch, its big ears twitching and it's fur sticking in different directions, but its eyes widening when it turned its head towards her direction, stopping in its tracks in front of her feet and her arms crossed over her chest.

"(Y/N), take that rat outside and make him stay there!" Bakugo demanded, pointing at the small animal while Sero and Kaminari tried to hold him still as his anger had seemingly boiled over the edge of a full cup.

"And why did you guys bring back a fox with you?" (Y/N) had asked as she knew that the Heights Alliance dorms were no place for a petting zoo, but she also knew that Midoriya was so stiff that he wouldn't dare break a rule of the school and Bakugo rarely cared for a pet, so her suspicions could only lead her to one thing as she looked down at the small creature.

"Monoma?"

The small creature looked like it held a smirk on its face which had seemed impossible but knowing who this said animal was, wasn't exactly not expected. The small creature moving itself closer to (Y/N)'s legs and rubbing its body against them, but falling over as she moved to the side of it, the small animal having to be what looked like an offended expression by the way its whiskers twitched.

"What happened?" She asked after rubbing her hands over her face, the atmosphere finally calming down, at least for the ones who wouldn't have to clean up the watery mess before Aizawa-sensei could hear of it.

"Aizawa-sensei had instructed us, along with Monoma, to attend to help with cleaning up some stuff in the training zone, but it appeared that some students had been messing around near the equipment and one of them must've fired off their quirks, hitting him in the process." Midoriya explained, his hands fidgeting while holding a small net and his face having a few dirt smudges in different places.

(Y/N) took a glance at the furry creature next to her before looking back to Midoriya, "Does Aizawa-sensei know of this?" She asked, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"Yeah, he knows, because he was there when it happened and he instructed us just to look after him and make sure he doesn't get into trouble." He explained further, though agitated grunts from Bakugo told her that they had no say in the argument.

"And his own classmates couldn't take care of him because...?" She asked, awaiting to hear the excuse that she was sure she didn't have to ask for.

"The old man said that if we took care of him, he'd lighten our detention sentence." Bakugo stated irritated, grabbing the mop from Ashido harshly before he began cleaning up the puddles of water.

"He really took you guys through the ringer?" (Y/N) asked, noticing the state of the common room and hearing a few moans and groans of dissatisfaction from the classmates that had been in the common room composing of Kaminari, Midoriya, Bakugo, Sero, Mina and Kirishima.

"Girl, you have no idea," Mina stated, holding up her hand, "he jumped everywhere from the moment he walked in, knocking things over the counter and table, my best nail polish almost lost its life to him after he jumped over the couch." She explained further.

"And now, these two have to look after him, which means that it's only going to get worse from here." She whined, although her response almost had Bakugo jumping through the ceiling from his quirk making small crackle sounds in his palms and for Midoriya to go pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"I'll look after him." (Y/N) stated, making the head of her classmate turn towards her, along with the small furry being next to her, his ears twitching in excitement, something she noticed before glaring at him, "Don't look all excited, I'm not done with you." She stated, making the small creature shrink back but allowed him to move closer to her, placing his small paw onto her shoe.

"(Y/N), you really don't have to— It's our responsibility—" Midoriya tried to reply, only to be cut off by a louder voice.

"You keep that thing as far away from me as possible, one mistake and we're throwing him out the window!" Bakugo argued, making her nod her head in annoyance but also in relief, which she also felt as though Midoriya was relieving a tired sigh, muttering a 'thank you' to her and moving towards the sink to grab a cloth to help Bakugo clean up the place.

"You all should have a good night." (Y/N) said as she picked up the smaller animal next to her, reminding herself to throw him into her bathroom sink to wash off the grime from his fur from which he had been running across the floor, the small body in her arms sticking its tongue out behind her, provoking a few of her classmates to be shocked and further agitated by the fact that even in an animal form, Monoma still held his arrogant nature.

Carrying him to her room and closing the door behind her as she entered and walked straight into her bathroom, making Monoma's ears twitch in curiosity. Closing the bathroom door behind her and placing his small form into the sink after placing the plug in and turning the faucet to the warm side, not too hot, but also not too lukewarm as he had complained to her many times that being too lukewarm didn't allow his body's muscles to relax and having it be too hot made him want to peel himself out of his skin.

Grabbing the bottle of peach scented body wash and placing it next to the sink, watching his big eyes blink at her while his large ears twitched around. She gently brought her hand up to pet his head and around his face as he bumped his head into her hand, his ears flattening in relaxation.

"What am I going to do with you, Neito?" She asked, scrunching her face when she realised that he couldn't answer in this form, but his staring gaze told her that he had understood what she had said, she turned off the faucet after having the sink fill half way.

"Now I don't have pet shampoo but this will have to do, besides it'll be better than smelling like a local stray." She had said, forgetting that he can't answer back, but talking to herself as a way to soothe her nerves.

Squeezing a minimum amount into her hands and placing the bottle back down, she gently massaged the soap through his fur, behind his ears and along his fluffy tail, hearing the small groans of pleasure as she massaged the soil into his fur to rid him of the dirt and grime, although Monoma was no longer finding the situation as a curse, thinking that he should get hit by a quirk more often if this was the treatment he was due to get for it, but then again he liked being able to put his arms around her whenever he wished and of course to insult the students of Class 1A was something he couldn't do in this form, so it was difficult to convince himself to get into a similar situation.

His body relaxing and finding the warm water calming along with the peachy scent from the soap, he spent most of the time watching his lover's face and noticing small things that he didn't notice when he was on two legs, how her eyes had a glint to them when she was focused, or how her tongue would move to the side when she put her mind to something, and especially the dark marks under her eyes, not noticeable unless someone was close to her face, his heart dropping a bit when he remembered how her hard work came at a price and that price would often be sleep, now remembering what an idiot he had been on the many dates he had missed because he chose his ego over her, making his ears droop and his gaze turn towards the water.

Monoma had grunted when he felt a cloth being wiped gently over his face, her hands delicately cupping his face while she wiped around his eyes and muzzle, the warm cloth making him close his eyes and nuzzle his face into her hands.

His ears twitched up and his eyes shot open when he felt her placing a small peck onto his head, rubbing her thumb against his furry cheek when she had pulled away. "I wonder how long this quirk is going to last for?" She inquired, though more to herself than him, but for all he knew, he would wish it was a while.

(Y/N) unplugged the sink to let the soapy water drain out before plugging it in again and opening the faucet to allow new warm water in, gently scratching through his fur to rid it of soap as she knew if she left it in, it would only cause irritation to him and she'd have to hear about it once he got back his human form. Her fingers working through his short fur, and managing to rid him of any soap but still keeping the peachy scent. Turning off the faucet and letting him soak a bit, even though the soap had been cleared out of his fur and now she had been using the cloth to wipe around his face more and over his ears, all while his eyes remained closed and his body laid lax in the sink with the warm water.

(Y/N) bent down to open the cabinet doors underneath the sink, pulling out a blue towel and unwrapping it, placing it next to the sink and unplugging it, her hands gently squeezing on where he had the most fur to attempt to rid him of excess water before picking up his small body and placing him on the towel and wrapping it around his body.

"Now you look like a little fox burrito," She softly chuckled as she carried him, similar to how a mother carries her baby, in her arms to her bedroom where she sat by her vanity and placed him onto the table of it, drying him with the towel to at least get him damp, then retrieving her hair dryer and a comb. Using the comb to brush through and clear any knots from his fur before drying him with the hair dryer and turning him into a fluffy pom-pom, and then combing through his fur again and repeating the process till he was dry and soft.

With Monoma almost half asleep and letting out a big yawn when she had moved to retrieve something out of her drawers, a medium sized box that she set next to him and opened it, his nose picking up on many different smells, some that he liked and some that made his nose scrunch up and his ears flatten.

She picked a bottle with an orange label on it, once she opened it, he could smell something similar to the soap she had used to clean him, although this smelt more fruity than the soap, peeking his interest and moving closer to her to push his nose against the bottle, making her smile.

"You like this one?' She asked him, receiving a nudge of his head against the bottle as she would assume that meant a 'yes'. Placing the bottle down and closing the box, she dropped a few drops of the essential oil into her hand, rubbing them together to evenly spread it out, then gently applied it to his fur, messaging it into the more darker blonde areas and through his fluffy tail, behind his ears and through his chest, all while Monoma thought that the quirk had sent him to Heaven with the treatment he had been receiving, his body relaxing and his muscles feeling like he had all the knots being taken out, closing his eyes and leaning against her, his breathing becoming even and settled out.

(Y/N) had been observing his body language, and she was reminded of why she had agreed to that first date with him, she remembers how he had gone out of his way to try and impress her, though many saw it as him wanting to one-up her classmates, there were the few times where he had been with her without her classmates around, like the time when she had asked him if he would like to accompany her out on the Saturday, just the two of them, though the first few minutes were a bit daunting as he spoke poorly about her classmates, but eventually he had loosened up and started talking to her about the things he liked, why he wanted to become a hero and how he strived to become one after people had shunned him for his quirk.

That's when she saw the true Neito Monoma, the one who strived to prove those wrong who thought his quirk was merely a way for him to mooch off of others, she saw a different side to him and that's what had made her say 'yes' to a date with him.

Even through all the ups and downs through their relationship, each day she found a new way to appreciate him, and he found someone worth becoming a hero for, plus she had overheard from some of the teachers about how his behaviour had changed for the better and none of them knew why but they were happy about it, although she did assume that Aizawa-sensei did have a theory about it, but if he did he never said anything on it. However, Monoma still kept up the part about trying to be better than her classmates, but at least the insults were dimmed a bit.

Blinking her eyes when she heard his small noises and turning her head towards him settling his paw on her arm, thinking she must've just zoned out when he felt her hands stop moving. She smiled at him, scratching his head before she packed away the box with the essential oils in it back into the drawer, picking him up and placing him on her bed.

"I just need to hop through the shower, Neito, then we can both get our rest." She had told him, walking to her bathroom and closing the door behind her, leaving Monoma by himself while the water turned on. With five minutes feeling like mere hours to Monoma, he actually had a moment to sit with his thoughts, had he ever expressed how much he appreciated her?

He remembers their first date and how she had smiled at him, a genuine smile that he rarely saw. He probably rarely saw it because he was always focused on one-upping Class 1A, when did his focus stray? The reason he had asked her out in the first place was because he wanted to know what she was doing to him whenever he saw her, but later he fell for her, and hard at that fact, he enjoyed hearing her reasons for becoming a hero and it motivated him to become better. He had made up his mind at that moment, that he would be better, maybe not to the point of complementing her classmates, but he'd tone down on the insults more.

His ear twitched at hearing the bathroom door open, seeing her in her pyjamas as she walked to the bed, a brush in her hand as she attempted to tangle out any knots. After finishing and tying up her hair in a messy bun, she looked at him before picking him up into her arms again and moving the both of them under the blanket, enough so that he'd be warm but also so that his head was poking out of the blanket, moving his body closer to hers to cuddle further into her neck, curling up into a ball right next to her as she placed her arm around his small body.

"Goodnight, Neito." She said as her eyelids started drifting closed and she allowed her mind to wonder freely until she fell sleep, his soft breathing near her ear like a soothing melody.

Upon the sun rising the next morning, she could've sworn that her pillow felt a lot softer than it did the previous night, nuzzling her face further into it and wrapping her arms around something equally as soft, causing her eyes to open quickly and for the sight before her to almost make her let out a shriek had it not been for the fact that Monoma was awake and had a finger to her lips, sitting bare near her as his blue eyes gazed so lovingly into hers.

"There will be a time and place for you to scream, but now's not the time, my dearest." He reminded her, the blanket pooling around his waist as he laid back, "Though I do find your nuzzling to be quite affectionately tolerable." He stated, making her pull a face that held a tinge of warning to it, not needing to verbally tell him that if he pushed her buttons the wrong way, she'd throw him out of her room stark naked, this only made him smile in response as she turned her head towards the digital clock on her nightstand, the time telling her that they still had an hour and a half before they'd have to get up and ready.

(Y/N) slumped back into his chest, his arms coming to wrap around her and pushing his nose into her hair. Finding the smell of her shampoo relieving to his nose.

"Thank you." He muttered, though very softly, she still caught it, moving her head to be facing him while her hands laid on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pace pick up a small bit.

"For what?" She asked confusingly, though he had thanked her many times before, he usually only did it in the comfort of behind closed doors.

He rolled his eyes, though the smile on her face told him that she had been playing with him but had wanted him to say it.

"For taking care of me." He muttered, his voice soft but at least more hearable.

"Any classmate would've done it." She told him, though his look of disbelief told her otherwise.

"Apparently not your classmates who were willing to leave me out in the rain." He reminded her, his hands drawing small circles on her back.

"Do you blame them?" She asked him, watching his mouth form a straight line which meant he knew she had been right considering all the crap he would sprout whenever he was near them. "But you're welcome, hopefully we won't have a repeat of this again?" She asked rhetorically, but she wouldn't mind it if it happened again, she enjoyed taking care of him while he was small and didn't have as big a mouth on him.

"I don't know, you seemed quite honoured to be taking care of me." He teased, watching her smile, a sight he'd never get tired of seeing for as long as he lived.

"If 'honoured' is even the word you're looking for," She replied, moving her face towards his forehead and laying a small peck. "Though I must say, you would've looked cute with a pink bow tied up in your hair."

Monoma let out a sarcastic laugh before pulling the blanket over the both of them again, covering them in each other's warmth and moving onto his side, bringing her with him and allowing him to move his head into her neck, allowing her to smell the scent of the oil she massaged into his fur the previous night, she now guessed that his hair carried most of it.

"We're going to have to get up soon, you know that, right?" She asked him but received no answer, "Neito?" She pushed, still to receive no answer, finally using her hand to scratch behind his ear, provoking him to grunt and turn his body over to the other side, (Y/N) having a shocked and amused reaction on her face from the reaction, "There's no way you like that."

Monoma simply pulled the blanket further over his head while a tinge of pink dusted over his cheeks, not wanting her to see it.

"Oh, come on, 'noma. I was just teasing," She said as she moved her body over to his, a soft attempt to try and remove the blanket from his face, "Please let me see that handsome face again."

He knew she'd use this type of reverse psychology on him, using his ego against him, undoubtedly it worked, making him move the blanket a small bit away from his face, allowing her to move hers close to his and lay a long kiss onto the side of his head, making her softly laugh at his reaction.

She gently patted his arm that was still under the blanket, "Come on, big guy. We got to get ready." She stated as she moved over him to get started with her morning, meanwhile he sighed at the fact that he had to get up and out of the warmth that he had spent the night in.

Surprisingly, the whole day, he had toned down on his insults towards her classmates, though he did say a few things, (Y/N) noticed he appeared to be walking around as if he had just been named the number one hero, he had been puffing out his chest and was smiling a lot more, though mostly around her, she noticed this change, along with the fact that his hair had kept the fruity scent.

And though she did find the students who had turned him into a fox in the first place, she couldn't find it in her to scold them too badly, considering that her evening went quite smoothly, however they did receive a mouthful from her about playing around equipment.

But she'd have to ask them for a favour again if it meant this side of Monoma would show more often.

©KOHEI HORIKOSH ━━ Creator of My Hero Academia/Baku no Hero Academia and whom the characters belong to.

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Blood Doesn't Make You Family

Pairing: Wrench x Female!Reader

Author's Note: So, for this piece, I have tried to make (Y/N)'s sibling gender neutral because not everyone has a sister or brother, so I hope it helps. This was a kind of self-indulgent fic, but I hope you like it. I also hope that I managed to improve on catching his character and personality this time.

(S/N) stands for Sibling's Name.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, guns, getting shot, injuries, nightmares, Wrench comforting (Y/N), hugs, mentions of bedroom shenanigans (but nothing smutty), mentions of a steamy make-out session, perhaps more suggestive computer innuendos, mentions of shooting and abducting, perhaps gang related activity as well.

Please comment any warnings if I did not state.

She should’ve known it would all be a sick game, that she would be nothing but another chess piece on a black and white board for the intentions of a psycho.

She had hoped that for a small speck of hope that maybe, just maybe that her sibling had changed their nature, changed their actions and words. (Y/N) had hoped there would be a chance to reconcile and make up, be like how they were when they were five-year-olds running around the old run-down park like they had no problems or worries.

That had been until the accident, since the day of their recruitment. (Y/N) had been clueless to her sibling’s outings, how they had come home with a new layer of spray paint on their jacket or how they had suddenly started smoking, and how they would stay out late past their curfews.

At first, she had thought that it was the typical teenage thing that most did around the age of sixteen, she, herself, had stayed out late on nights when she shouldn’t of and had the few running boyfriends that only lasted a week or two to have the privilege of saying they were at least with a girl, even the one that she suspected wasn’t into girls at all, the typical nineteen year-old.

However, one day, her sibling just stopped coming home, she had been overly worried and one late Thursday night, she went out to go and find her sibling since the missing posters weren’t bringing in any clues or information. All through the familiar streets she looked, trying to find anything that would lead her to them, even if it was something small, but as the hours ticked by on the cracked wristwatch she had, her hope was diminishing and she could feel the heavy tears wanting to pour out of her eyes like a flood.

Yet, her ears had caught it. That same laugh. It sounded close but still far away, so she followed it, running through the alley way and jumping over old wooden fences until she came to an opening that ran into the abandoned skate park, and that’s when she wished he hadn’t seen it.

Her sibling, along with three other people, had someone tied to one of the poles, with a switch blade being flung into the air before they caught it. They were laughing at the person tied up, blood was scattered on the cracked cement in splatters, speckles and pools.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe what she was seeing, she had wished that it was some cruel joke, that they would turn around and scream ‘surprise!’. But that never came, the torture just continued, what had caused (Y/N) to make herself known out of the darkness was when her sibling had jumped in on the sick joke, pushing the blade tightly to the person’s neck.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” (Y/N) yelled, the loudness of her voice had startled her sibling, making them jump back in surprise and forcing their eyes to focus on where the voice came from.

“(Y/N)?” They asked, with shock and embarrassment on their face, their eyes switching between the other people around them, however, they still kept the switchblade close, “What are you doing here?”

A scoff escaped (Y/N)’s mouth as she came to a halt with some distance between them, “Well, I came out looking for my sibling, but I guess what I found was someone I barely knew!” (Y/N) explained, sarcasm and anger lacing her tone.

“Fucking staying out late, smoking, not coming home at all! Meanwhile this is what you’ve been doing? Hanging around fucking gang members, do you realise how serious this is?” She continued. She could see her sibling's face was flushed, but probably due to the anger that was increasing with every word she was saying.

A laugh broke the two apart from the staring match they were holding as (Y/N) continued on spouting words that was angering their sibling further, “You gonna let her disrespect you like that?” One of the other members asked, although it was meant more for it to provoke than to calm anyone down, “Imagine what the boss would say if he saw you getting spoken down to by some low-life.”

At the mention of that, (Y/N)’s eyes had widened from the angered expression, “What does he mean by that, (S/N)?” She asked, although her sibling was remaining quiet, the only indication that they were still listening was the tight clenching of a fist on the blade.

Yet, as fed up as they were, they still managed to speak, “I’m making a name for myself sister dearest. Living with you has gotten me nowhere, but with them I can actually live properly.” They explained, though the look of utter disgust on (Y/N)’s face was only irritating her further. "You know how much I’ve made in one day? More than you make in one month.”

“This is wrong, (S/N)! You don’t know what you’re doing, this amount of bad influence has poisoned her mind. We’re going home and you’re stopping this shit right now.” (Y/N) told her as she moved forwards, only to be stopped by another member standing in front of (S/N) with a gun pointed in (Y/N)’s direction, right between her chest.

“They are not going anywhere with you. They signed an oath to our boss, so they’re staying here.” The member spoke, wearing a bandana around the lower part of their face, “You try anything and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes. Whether you both are related or not.” They spoke, prompting a laugh out of the other members, yet (S/N) still kept their eyes on their sister, seeing the disappointment cloud over their (E/C)-coloured eyes, how she didn’t know what to say but her eyes were pleading, pleading for them to come home, to stop this nonsense and pretend it never happened.

As the other members and (S/N) moved to leave, (Y/N) quickly moved into a running pace to try and grab their siblings forearm to snap some sense into them, but the piercing pain that shot through her chest stopped her in her tracks, forcing her to fall to her knees with a loud scream erupting from her lungs. Her hands quickly moved to try and apply pressure to the wound that was flooding over her shirt with bloody, red crimson.

(S/N) stood in shock, their hands coming to cover their nose and mouth, eyes wide from what was unfolding in front of her eyes. The member holding the gun walked towards (Y/N), her eyes following their movement but also fearing for her life once the gun came to rest on her forehead.

Yet, before the bullet could be placed deep into her skull, (S/N) had come to stand in front of her, blocking their sister’s head from being in the same position as the person tied to the pole.

“Get out of the way, (S/N).” The member warned, the gun was still in the same position as it was before.

“You agreed that my family wouldn’t get hurt, time to live up to that promise.” (S/N) replied back, making the older member roll their eyes at their statement, and once they were a good distance away, (S/N) bent down to their sister’s viewpoint, placing their hand on their shoulder, “(Y/N), don’t come looking for me, go live your life and become something amazing.” They told her as they got up and caught up with the other members until they were out of sight, allowing (Y/N) to pull out her phone from her hoodie pockets and dial the police.

That night was a mess. (Y/N) had lost her sibling, her hope and now had a sporting long scar on her chest that haunted her about that night, she remembers seeing a bright light and feeling so calm and relaxed on the emergency table, feeling like her time had come and she was leaving to a higher power, but the pull of a pipe into her lungs and stomach and a steady recovery pace, she had managed to survive. Though not without sacrificing.

Any relationships she had intended to grow had been in vain, once she mentioned that night to them and the scar, she had been dropped. With many suitors telling her that her scar took out the attractiveness and that they didn’t want to be involved with someone who was related to a criminal, as for their sibling, they never heard from them since that night. (Y/N) hadn’t even bothered to go looking for them again in fear of getting shot and repeating the same situation, only for it to be the last time she would open her eyes.

“(Y/N)?”

Breaking out of her trance, she quickly scanned her surroundings, sighing a relieved sigh when she realized that she was in the safety of DedSec headquarters. Her eyes closing and resting her head on her forearms that were resting on her knees as she sat on the nearby steps. Her posture slouched a bit and her hair covering half of her face, looking at who had called her out of her memory, only to come face-to-face with the very person who had restored her idea of love and showed her what a true relationship looked like, someone she could count on and rely on in times of need.

He had bent down until he was on his haunches and had his tattooed hand placed on her arms, “You thinking about it?” He asked her, obviously knowing what was running through her mind, he had learnt of her unfortunate incident one night when she was staying over at his place and she had a terrible episode of night terrors.

Wrench had sat with his arms around her that night, quietly reassuring her and petting her hair while she sobbed into his sleep shirt, her eyes bloodshot and snot running down her nose which would’ve gotten her shoved down by any other partner she had been with, but Wrench simply let her cry it out on his shirt. Keeping his arms around her securely but also making sure that she felt safe and could trust it.

That night he had taken off his mask, he couldn’t comfort her through a mask, it needed to be said face-to-face, it needed to be felt through the windows of the soul, and it showed how much trust Wrench had invested in her, which allowed (Y/N) to finally tell him of the incident, and to finally show him the vertical scar running down her chest. She allowed herself to feel vulnerable that night, something Wrench valued and told her he was proud of her for, and (Y/N) had been given the permission to see her boyfriend’s face after trying to imagine it after so many nights.

She had gently traced his face with her hands that night, kissing over his birthmark. She had kissed over his whole face which he returned the favour of kissing her scars too, reminding her of how much she was loved and that the scar only made her look more badass and sexy in his eye, prompting a soft laugh out of her at his attempt of cheering her up.

(Y/N) brought her head up from her arms, her eyes locking with the white question marks illuminated on his mask, she nodded her head, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“I need words, baby girl.” He told her, the sweet pet name still making her swoon since the first day he called her it. Getting up from his haunches and moving to sit next to her, allowing her to lean against his side, the studs on his jacket not bothering her through the thick material of her hoodie, but still letting her know that it was there.

“It pops up every now and then, but… I’m okay.” (Y/N) answered him back, her hands holding his hand that wasn't leaning against the one on the steps, keeping him up. His hand gently squeezed hers reassuringly, while his chin rested on her head that had tucked itself under his chin, his mask changing from the question marks to sideways hearts.

“You were zoned out for quite a while, babe. I think it’s bothering you more today than it usually is.” Wrench explained through his robotic voice from the mask, he knew that something was bothering her more than usual today, that incident had happened six years ago, yet the memory was still as detailed as the day it happened, she still clearly remembers how red the ground was and the horrible smell of sanitisation from the hospital room.

“Sorry, it’s just that… Today would’ve been their twenty-first birthday.” (Y/N) told him, “We agreed that on their twenty-first birthday that we’d go to the local liquor store and buy a random bottle of booze. I wish we could’ve experienced it, they would’ve liked you and the group… Well, maybe not Ray, but they’d at least tolerate it.” (Y/N) told him, a small smile appearing on their face but disappearing just as soon.

Wrench laughed at what she had said, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure introducing me as your boyfriend would’ve sent them questioning you behind the counter.” He laughed, making her smile at hearing it.

“Maybe, but you’re irresistible, so they couldn’t stay angry at you for long.” (Y/N) replied as she looked up at him, placing a kiss on the side of his mask, the symbols changing to a winking face before returning to the heart symbols.

“Sure, it’s really irresistible how I’d mention you using my joystick to beat my games.” He spoke, his voice dropping a bit to sound seducing, prompting (Y/N)’s face to flush before placing their hands over his mask's eyes holding a goofy smile while Wrench laughed about the statement.

“No, no. They’d probably roll their eyes and gag, then tell you that they didn’t need to know about mine and your escapades in the bedroom.” (Y/N) corrected him, his hands pulling their hands off gently but not letting go, holding her soft hands in his, savouring their warmth, “But I wouldn’t trade you for the world, Wrench.”

Her loving statement makes his heart beat a little faster, his mask changing to ‘^__^’ as she placed another sweet forehead kiss on his mask before placing her forehead against his.

“Nothing could compare to you, baby girl.” Wrench replied, “Although… You are the only one who can handle the romantic urges I have towards you.” Wrench added, although some of his jokes could be a bit sexual and off putting, (Y/N) had learnt to love them, as it was part of who he was, without the weird jokes and dorky personality, Wrench would be… Well, Wrench. So, loving him was loving his jokes, too.

“If by romantic urges you mean dick jokes and attempting to involve yourself with bedroom activities at twelve o’clock in the afternoon, then yes, you both clearly spend too much time involved with that.” Sitara commented, noticing the uplifting aura from the girl since Wrench had worked his magic.

Truth be told, they all had noticed how down casted (Y/N) had looked since the morning began and it didn’t help the base’s aura at all, Wrench had spent the majority of the morning with a pair of sad slashes emitting on his mask until he had enough and got up to comfort his lover. With the aura up lighting now, the group could work more efficiently and jokes could be told that everyone could laugh at.

“At least she keeps him out of trouble.” Marcus reminded Sitara, although Ray could disagree.

“You are aware that they blew up eight cars this week, right?” Ray asked Marcus, watching his happy expression go into a concerned look.

“He’s not serious, right, Wrench?” Marcus asked his friend that had now placed his lover onto his lap so that he could circle his arms around her waist, allowing him to place his head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat, completely missing Marcus’s question.

“Eight is a big number, technically the last two exploded without us having to touch it, we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” (Y/N) explained, her hands caressing the side of Wrench’s mask, being mindful of the studs.

“Correction, six cars blown up this week, four more than last week.” Ray added, keeping his gaze towards his computer.

“Well, with all due respect, at least we’re considerate to do it in places where there aren’t people.” (Y/N) added, attempting to move the pros over the cons.

“The van is not a safe place!” Ray added, “We have to drive in that and after you two are done, the stink of sex remains, no matter how hard we clean it.” Ray replied back. He was right in some places but it couldn’t have been that true, right?

Although the conversation looked tense, they all knew that no one was aiming to hurt anyone, ending in laughs from everyone and happy faces until (Y/N) and Wrench had bid their goodbyes to the other members to go back to Wrench’s place.

Opening the door to his place, he motioned with his hands in a come in motion, “Your quarters, milady.” He added after she had walked through, she softly laughed at his attempt to be classy.

She placed her arms around his neck, “What would I do without you?” She asked rhetorically, though she knew what the answer would be. Still lazing in bed until twelve o’clock everyday, binging energy drinks until late at night in front of a computer until her fingers ached and her eyes stung. A constant dark cloud hanging above her head everyday, something Wrench was able to clear and make sunny within seconds of being near her.

“Hmm.” He hummed, making her think he was thinking about it, meanwhile she had known him long enough to know he was simply trying to make her laugh.

“Ya big goof.” (Y/N) named him as she removed her arms and attempted to walk to his kitchen when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and pull her into a sturdy chest and carried her to his couch where he sat the both of them down, giggling and laughing while being embraced in each other’s arms.

“I’m your big goof, babe.” He replied, keeping his arms around her waist. (Y/N) moved herself till she was facing him, straddling his legs with her thighs on each side while his hands moved to her hips, his mask changing to a winking face, “Clearly someone’s in the mood.”

“May I remove your mask, please?” (Y/N) asked, her hands seated in her lap, awaiting his permission to which he nodded while shrugging his shoulders. He had told her many times that she was free to remove his mask whenever she needed and when they were out of sight of others. But she had always asked for his permission in hopes of not causing him to stir or go into an episode, and because of the main fact that she didn't want to take away his sense of privacy of his safe place.

“You know you’re allowed to, baby girl.” He answered as she gently clipped it off of his face, his blue eyes admiring her so fondly with a smile on his face. (Y/N)’s smile mirrored his as soon as she had the whole mask off, placing it on the table next to the chair and placing her hands on either side of his face, holding him so gently as if he was a fragile piece of art, bringing her face closer to his and placing a kiss on his forehead, down his temple, on both of his cheeks and an extra special one on the birthmark that decorated his right eye, placing kisses around where the mark stained before landing on his lips, slow and passionate.

His lips moving in sync with her until she was softly nibbling his bottom lip, his moans being caught by her ears only encouraged her to continue. Time had seemed to freeze as the passionate love between them flourished, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other as if they had been made as soulmates. Wrench’s hands slid up the back of her shirt under her hoodie, trying to touch every square inch of her beautiful skin, sending tingles up her body like small shocks, making her break the lip-lock the two were keeping and allowing him to place his lips on her neck and suck gently, only to continue the same pattern up from the junction between her neck and shoulder, moans filling the room and bouncing off the walls.

Pulling away from his attack of steamy kisses, he saw how the spot he had sucked on for a bit too long had started to turn red, making him proud that he could mark her in such a way.

“Wrench.” She moaned his name, sending a blissful sigh out of his mouth as her hands grabbed onto his blond locks, his chin falling to rest on her shoulder while her hands carded through his hair that he knew she loved to grab when they got down and dirty.

The vibrating noise from her pockets broke up the steamy session that had taken place, Wrench being all for just ignoring it and continuing to show his lover how much she meant to him and to pamper her, his lips locking over hers, ignoring her call of his name as her phone continued to vibrate.

“Wrench, what if it’s something important?” She asked him as his head moved back to her neck, his hands moving to the front of her body over her stomach.

“The gang knows not to message either of us after work hours or else we’ll continue it at the headquarters. It’s probably some scam message.” He answered her, though she believed that he wasn’t fully focused on what he was saying because he had placed a special hack onto her phone and computer to prevent any scam calls or messages.

If it was just a single vibrate, she wouldn’t of bothered and continued on with her boyfriends wishes of her finally breaking out in one of his fantasies of pleasure, but after the third vibrate, she decided she needed to check it, because who would be messaging her this late with more than one message?

“Wrench, please.” She spoke, her hands gently touching his chest to bring his face away from her neck, that would surely be sprouting a large number of dark, purple hickeys the next day that would’ve made her look like she got into a bad fight, she’d still remember the gang’s reaction the first time it had happened.

Wrenched made a noise of complaint before he retracted his hands and had a small pout on his face, “Fine, pay attention to the device as if a whole meal isn’t waiting before you.” He over exaggerated, making her softly giggle and quickly peck his lips before she pulled her phone out of her pockets and unlocked it.

However, the look of shock and fear casting over her face immediately worried Wrench. Her hands started shaking as her eyes scanned over the message, making him call her name but no response coming from her.

“Babe!” He called, not too loudly, but enough to get her attention and gently grabbing her forearms before she snapped out of it, her eyes telling him all he needed to know, “What’s wrong?”

Without a response, she gave him her phone, still opened on the message tab, but the words displayed allowed him to understand why she reacted how she did.

“I thought we’d agree to go to the old bottle store and crack open a new one on my 21st birthday, sis?”

“I should hope that the ‘ole wound has healed by now, so, see you soon.”

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❝You Don't Have to Carry All of This Alone, Babe.❞

Pairing: Wrench x Female!Reader

Warnings: Wrench comforting the reader who is stressed, lots of kissing and a makeout session which, some suggestive computer innuendos, overall fluff.

﹂Author's Note: This is my first time writing for Wrench, so there will probably be a few out of character moments and I may have missed a few things about him, and I feel I could've added a few of the emotes from his mask, but I am happy with how this came out, considering it took 3 hours with no plan. But I hope my readers enjoy it!

Please comment any warnings if I did not state.

To say that she was angry would be an understatement. She was thoroughly pissed off. Brows furrowed forward, inwards towards her nose while her fingers worked quickly across the keyboard of her computer, lines of code opened to her, but not allowing her to go forwards into hacking what she was attempting to break into through the security of the firewall.

She had been asked by Marcus to attempt to hack into the system of a local hacking group that had somehow gotten way too close to DedSec, not into it, luckily. However, the crease in her forehead was displaying how her anger was like a full cup, only needing one more drop to over flow and cause a spill, which was where she was, seated by her work station and brewing dangerously close to the edge each time she inputted a piece of code only for it to reject it and display the red lined words that told her that it wasn’t working.

“Keep it together, (Y/N).” She whispered to herself, rubbing her hands over her face and cupping her hands over her nose and mouth as her tired eyes attempted to scan the many lines of code, looking for any mistakes or errors she could have imputed to result in the code not working, “We can do this, we’re the amazing (Y/N) that’s going to kick the ass of another hacker.”

Unfortunately, that wasn’t happening.

“You fucking piece of tech trash!” She yelled as she aggressively stood up and leaned on the desk with both of her hands, staring a hole into the computer that she was so ready to throw against the wall. Her yelling attracted the concerned faces of the others that were at the headquarters, while, at least the ones that were closest to her, “You know, there’s fucking computers in junk yards and here I am, stuck with you!”

Frustrated with herself and her code, she started pacing around the small area, attempting to stretch her fingers while also tugging them through her hair, mumbling to herself, mumbles that were inaudible to the others that sat by the couch, funny enough, Wrench and Marcus were nowhere to be seen, the both of them had opted to go pick up some drinks for the headquarters.

Things around headquarters had been making everything and everyone highly tensed ever since they found evidence of someone trying to hack into their system, how they got in, no one knew, but it was causing some of the members to reveal their more aggressive sides, so attempting to calm everyone down and simply enjoy the evening without fights, Wrench and Marcus went out to get some more energisers for everyone.

“(Y/N), maybe you should just calm down a little. Take a break, you’ve been looking at words and numbers since the time you woke up.” Sitara said over the couch that she had been occupying, "Which I believe was around four o'clock this morning."

“Take a break? For every minute—no second—that I take a fucking break, there’s some asshole behind a screen getting closer and closer to taking information that isn’t theirs and exposing us, as if being a heap of trash wasn't enough.” (Y/N) explains, her voice laced in irritation and exasperation, her index fingers pointing back to herself as she spoke, her eyes were starting to burn, tears hidden behind the mask she was trying to hold up, her breathing uneven and her figure shaking slightly.

Sitara and Josh could see that it had been taking a toll on her, and the one thing she was trying to hide was the fact that she thought it was running on her back, like a heavy burden. Sitara got up from her spot and walked close to the girl who was on the verge of a rage attack, she had even placed her jacket on halfway, the other half simply not on her arm and hanging off her back, a tattoo of Wrench's mask paining her shoulder blade, Sitara placed her hand on (Y/N)’s clothed shoulder, squeezing gently to reassure her.

“Just breathe. We’ll figure this out. Once the other two boys come back, we can all take a break, cool off, and then restart.” She told her, though her words were doing nothing to console her, and (Y/N)'s state only continued to get worse when the tears started pooling by her eyes, shrugging Sitara’s hand off of her shoulder as she retreated back to her workstation, her gaze fixed to the screen, her frown still imprinted on her face and her jacket swaying with her steps.

The clanking of glass bottles reached their ears when the door was opened to the awaiting two entering.

“We come bearing gifts.” Marcus said as he and Wrench placed the two bags on the table, Marcus was quick to get everything out of the bag while (Y/N) still had not acknowledged their presence, her gaze still fixed to the screen harbouring the cause of her frustration. Her jacket still hanging off of her shoulder, allowing the tattoo on the back of her shoulder to be out in the open, her fingers still twitching against the table, creating a ticking-like sound, something her mask-wearing boyfriend caught sign of.

Before he could move towards her, Sitara had caught his arm, “Listen, I don’t care what you do, but get her to take a break now before these headquarters get burnt down. Literally.” She told him, watching the emotes change on his mask from the default ‘X’s’ to the winking emotes ‘~ ^’.

“Don’t worry, I'll make sure she gets some energy into her system.” He told Sitara, giggling as he stepped close to his lover, wrapping his arms softly around her middle section and looking over her shoulder to see the computer screen filled with code, “What has you so worked up, my little pumpkin?” He cooed in her ear.

(Y/N) huffed an irritable sigh as she leaned back into Wrench’s embrace, placing her hands on top of his, ignoring the chatter going on in the background between the others. But before she would say anything, she had turned around quickly, grabbing Wrench by the front of his shirt and pulling him along to one of the rooms she had been occupying.

“I’m bloody frustrated and fucking horny, and you are going to fix it!” She told him as she dragged him to her room, Wrench holding his hands up in a surrender motion, yet his mask showed ‘^ ^’ emotes, as he happily let her drag him by the front of his shirt, because who was he to complain to a good time.

The rest of the group simply stared in confusion at the exchange that just took place.

“O-kay? I’m going to guess that she’s still worked up on the hacker problem?” Marcus asked as he had emptied the last bag watching Sitara sigh and Josh lean back in his chair, meanwhile Ray had been completely oblivious to the whole episode that had taken place.

“She does know that not everything is riding on her, right?” Josh asked as Sitara nodded to Marcus’s question.

“She’s been like that even before joining DedSec, taking on other peoples problems when she knows that help is available.” Sitara spoke, she had been friends with her since they were younger, so understanding her mannerisms was never a problem for her.

Meanwhile behind the closed door, lips were clashing in a fiery lock of passion. (Y/N) had situated herself on Wrench’s lap, her legs straddling him while her hands still grasped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as if she was trying to mesh their bodies together, Wrench’s mask had been placed on the nightstand next to the bed that the two were seated on. His hands holding her hips down, gently brushing against the stiff boner in his jeans, their moans filling the room with each kiss becoming more passionate.

Although, the elephant in the room had still been on his mind, so he gently lifted his hand to gently grasp her wrist that had been leaving crinkles in his shirt from her tight grip, gently pulling her hand off, making her stop the lip lock and gaze into his blue eyes, the same eyes that had enchanted and hypnotized her the first time she met him, the same blue eyes that she found herself drowning in each time they were cuddling without his mask on, the same eyes she fell in love with the first time he had taken his mask off in front of her.

“Babe, as much as I would love for you to link in on my zip drive, I think there’s something bothering you.” He told her, watching as her expression fell and she relaxed a little bit, one hand still clutching his shirt.

“I’m fine, Wrench.” She told him, lying through her teeth and knowing that he could see through her like an open book.

“Babe,” He called, the sweet pet name still making her melt as the first day he called her it, “I think you’re trying to tell yourself that rather than me.” His expression was soft, he’d wait until she felt comfortable to tell him, and he could see how her eyes were slowly turning glassy, she tried blinking away the tears that were threatening to overflow from her eyes before her hands were reaching up to angrily wipe them away.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, Wrench.” She told him, the tears breaking like a dam with a cracked wall, “That fucking code, it keeps on telling me that there’s an error and I don’t know why, when I checked, the code I inputted was clean and organised, and the stupid thing-” A sob escaped her mouth halfway through her explanation, making Wrench wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly as she sobbed into his chest. He knew that this problem was causing a toll on her, he could see it by the dark bags under her eyes and how tired she had been at the end of every episode where she got upset about it.

“You don’t have to do this by yourself, you know that, right?” He asked her as her cries died down a bit, “Everyone is working on stopping this, you don’t have to carry this alone.” He told her, pulling away to look at her face, eyes bloodshot and horrible attempts of her trying to hide her snot-filled nose.

Wrench gently placed both of his hands on the sides of her face, pulling her to look at him, he smiled softly, placing a small kiss on her forehead. He knew how she had tried to carry the world on her shoulders and ever since she had joined DedSec, he noticed her determination to keep the ones around her safe, he had witnessed it first hand when she had gone with him and Sitara to the store to get something and when some asshole pulled up with a knife, she had been quick to make herself the centre of attention before knuckle punching the bastard until his face was a bloody mess. For her, she had only escaped with a punch to the face, which he tried to help her clean up back at headquarters but ended up getting help from Ray regardless.

Even the time when she had confessed that she had feelings for him, he remembers being a mess that night. He had been working, well more like using a sledgehammer, to retrieve a chip out from the toaster and she had walked up to him, starting a light conversation with him as he told her about his technology and other tech terms, which she found amusement in. She stood close to him but still gave him his personal space, but she had been lost in her head and when he had cussed out about how the sledgehammer wouldn't help, she had admitted that she would work if he smashed her with a sledgehammer. Upon realizing her mistake, she had covered her face with her hands, hiding the deep blush that had appeared there.

But he had to be an oblivious romantic because he simply replied with, “I’m sure that would be painful.”

However, when he relayed the conversation to Marcus, he had to hold his tongue not to laugh at his masked friend. Only when Marcus had explained that she had been keeping feelings for him, did Wrench finally realize her actions, why she had always stood close to him, why she smiled at each of his tech sex jokes, and why she looked at him with a certain fondness.

And he will forever remember how she reacted the first time he showed his face to her, she didn’t grimace at the red birthmark by his eye, or scowl or berate him. He had been nervous to show her but he wanted her to know that he trusted her, however when he had reached to grab his mask, she was quick to grab it before him, placing it behind her on the small table.

That night she expressed to him how handsome he was, that the birthmark didn’t define him or make her see him any differently. Even as he cried in her arms that night from how they made love to each other, how afterwards she had placed soft kisses against all the parts of his face and down his chest and back up to under his chin by his throat. That night changed a lot of things for him, that night had allowed them both to see each other deeply and bath in the love that so strongly connected the both of them.

“I can’t let them break into our system, Wrench.” (Y/N) admitted to him, breaking him out of his memory moment. Holding her tighter to him as she placed her head into the crook of his neck.

“That won’t happen. You’ve got me, Marcus, Sitara and the other’s also working on the problem, they're not going to get one inch into our tight security.” He tells her reassuringly, “But the one thing you have to keep in mind is that you can’t do a five-person job by yourself.”

(Y/N) sighs into his neck, her warm breath sending a tickling sensation down his spine.

“Still, I feel so useless.” She says to him, it’s obvious that the problem is still weighing her down, causing a malfunction in her mind, so Wrench being Wrench decides that there is only one thing that he could do to cheer her up.

“Hey, why don’t I show you something cool?” He asks her, his hands on her waist allowing him to pull away to let her face see him again, “I know something that might cheer you up.” He tells her as he begins to get up, pulling her with him and grabbing his mask, placing it back on his face and clipping it. He gently takes her hand and leads her out of her room, passing the others on the way out and leading her to his station, where he usually smashes stuff.

She stands awkwardly next to his table, wiping the remnants of the remaining tears on her face as she watches Wrench bring some tech parts and dump them onto the table in a pile.

“Uh… Wrench, what are we doing?” She asks, curious to know what his plan was but also appreciating that he was trying to cheer her up.

Wrench picked up the sledgehammer that was placed near his workstation and walked to her, getting on his knees and presenting her with the hammer which she found odd but knew that this was his goofy side coming out.

“Your weapon, my lady.” He said, changing his voice in a poor attempt of sounding, like a loyal knight giving his princess his sword, which had a small laugh come from her.

“But isn’t that your baby?” She asked him as she tried holding it up, expecting it to be heavy, which prompted the hammer to fall to the ground while she kept her hands by the hilt. Wrench got up from the floor and led her in front of the pile of unused tech pieces. She held the hammer hilt in front of her, but the bottom part of the hammer would prove a challenge.

“Not this little thing. Wrench Junior is our baby, and right now, his momma needs to release some tension, and a good smash usually helps with that.” Wrench explained, his innuendos making her giggle but also making her swoon at the fact that he said 'our' when addressing Wrench Junior, although this did make some of the other members groan at the way he phrased it.

“I don’t think I can even pick this up, Wrench.” (Y/N) tells him as she attempts to but only gets halfway with picking it up before it hits the ground, allowing Wrench to wrap his hands around hers around the hammer hilt.

“Here. Let me show you.” He tells her as he helps her to bring the hammer up until it’s behind their shoulders, close to Wrench’s head until it slightly rests on his shoulder. “Okay, don’t think, babe. Just bring it down, alright?” He tells her, she nods to show that she has heard him, his hand’s warmth leaves hers as he attempts to support the hammer near his shoulder. And with a long, hard swing, the hammer hits down hard on the tech pieces, making a loud bang reverberate from it, pieces smashed into smaller pieces, bringing out a smile to her face.

“That… Was so fucking good!” She sighed out, although a small moan slipped in there too.

“Can I do that again?” She asked her boyfriend, smiling at him, although she was ready to have a relieved laugh. Wrench nodded to her, the emotes on his mask forming ‘<3 <3’ from the love-struck expression he had on his face.

He helped her bring the hammer up again, standing behind her, but this time once he released her hands, he placed his onto her hips, rubbing small circular motions, allowing his eyes to gaze upon the tattoo of his mask on her shoulder that didn't have the jacket draped over it.

Oh, how he loved the tattoo when she pulled him aside because she had something to show him. When she revealed it to him, he was sure that his cables short-circuited and he just went into freeze mode, because she had to call his name a few times before he acknowledged her, what she didn't expect was how hard the tattoo would influence him, every chance he got after that he would be tugging down her jacket or shirt to catch a glimpse of it. Wrench swears that it was the hottest make-out session he ever had, and he wouldn't regret it for anything.

The hammer came down again, smashing more pieces into smaller ones, and again and again. After the fifth time of her doing it, (Y/N) found herself feeling a lot better and huffing a held in breath.

Wrench’s emotes stayed on his mask, “That was insanely hot, babe.” He voiced as he sat in the nearby chair, “We should do it more often.”

“And maybe one day it will be me instead of the hammer?” (Y/N) asked, sending him a wink and a roll of her butt, placing the hammer down onto the table. The smashed tech pieces could be cleaned another day.

As she turned around, she felt his lips on hers, his hands gripping her forearms as he formed a lip lock with her once again, his tongue exploring her mouth from her gasp of surprise when she had turned around and he was in front of her, she didn’t notice how his mask was held in his hand, but his hood at least blinded the others from seeing him as he gently pushed her down onto his table until her back met the hard material.

“Okay, okay, love birds. Do that in your own bedroom.” Ray shouted as they had turned their heads and to at least pretend like they didn't see them.

(Y/N) was able to break the kiss, staring into his blue eyes before he placed the mask back on. “You heard him, Wrench. Let's continue this in a more private setting.” She giggled as she grabbed his arm and pulled him around again, the same way she had done previously.

Once they were back in the room, (Y/N) didn't hesitate to hug him hard. Repeating the words ‘thank you’ over and over. Wrench placed his hands around her, his chin resting on her head as his hands drew small circles on her back, the two stayed in that embrace for a short while before breaking apart, Wrench taking his mask off and placing it onto the night stand, cupping her cheeks and pressing kisses to her lips.

"I... Fucking... Love... You.” He told her through kisses, his hands moving down her sides and latching onto her hips, “Fuck! You don’t realize how hot that was.” He told her as his head moved to her neck, placing kisses up near her jugular before sucking on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, bringing a small moan out of her.

Pulling his head away, he picked her up under her thighs, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck, not for fear of falling but because she knew that he loved it when she clung to him in moments like this. He walked with her in that position until he reached the bed and gently placed her down, hovering above her while her hands still stayed behind his neck, her hands playing with the shaved blonde hairs behind his neck, she smiled as she looked at his dopey expression, pulling his head down until his lips touched hers, his elbows situated on either side of her head.

“So, I’m guessing your soft drive is now a hard drive?” She asked, attempting to make it sound sexual but realizing how cringy it sounded after she had said it, but it brought a laugh out of her blond boyfriend.

“So hard, babe.” He replied, his breathing getting short and laboured.

“Then, let this be a thank you present, from me to you.” (Y/N) told him as her hand drifted lower, touching his stomach from under his shirt and loving how his muscles flexed when her hands touched him.

“Only you know how to get me like this.” He told her as her hand continued on its path, “So, let me show you how much you mean to me.” He said as he leaned up to remove his jacket and shirt, “Now I’m going to show you what my sledgehammer can do.”

That night had ended with the other DedSec members going out to a nearby restaurant as soon as the door closed to avoid the intimate moment of the two dorks that they associated themselves with, but for said two dorks, that night ended in passionate love making and a proper display of what a sledgehammer could be used for.

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