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miserable-sarah · 1 month

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I Care 18+

Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, fingering, oral (F), mentions of blood, bad language, unprotected sex, praising. Requested: Heyyy, idk of ur requests are open but if they are can u please write a dean Winchester x ex girlfriend smut who is a hunter and who dean is still not over. Sam and Dean rescue her from a vampire nest and dean is angry and worried after her and she's all like "stop acting like you care" and he says something like "I'll show u how much I care" + angst + kinda enemies x lovers + dark dean? + marking ; ( set in early seasons llke;1,2,3) A/N: I did make a few changes, let me know if you enjoy it! Thanks!

You've been hunting down this nest of vampires for a while. It was a big nest, bigger than you've ever seen. It's a hard job alone but you're confident enough in yourself to do it.

Well at least that's what you thought, you see you went into the nest killing almost all of the vampires that were there. You somehow missed calculated the amount. You got taken down and now you're tied up with no way out. You are dreading this, you have no one coming to save you. You're not scared, you're angry. you're mad that they caught you, and mad that you can't get out by yourself. You don't want to be turned into a vampire or have all of your blood drained from your body. So this sucks. You can hear the vamps talking about something they're too quiet to make anything out.

"Hey! Are you guys gonna do anything with me or?" You ask getting annoyed, you'd rather just die now. They just ignore you of course. So you start singing at the top of your lungs to annoy them, they have "super hearing", you know it bothers them. You continue for a couple minutes until someone, you're assuming the head vamp, comes over to you right in your face.

"Shut up!" He yells in your face "I'll kill you right now!" Just as you were about to say something, you hear a commotion. The head vampire cuts your stomach making you wince, then he leaves without saying a word.

"Aw come on, don't leave me here." You say in a stale tone. "We were having fun." you add. After a couple minutes, you don't hear anything.

"Well, well, look at who we have here."

"Oh, fucking kill me." You mumble to yourself.

"Couldn't handle the nest?" Dean smirks at you. You don't say a word just ignore him. "A thank you would be nice."

"Dean, leave her alone." Sam says to him, Sam comes over to you and unties you.

"Thank you, Sam." You smile at him. You glare at Dean.

"Are you alright?" Dean drops his tough guy act.

"Fine." You say sternly, you walk away from the boys trying to leave the building. You however, weren't fine. You were bleeding and had no idea.

"You're bleeding pretty bad." Dean says to you.

"It's fine, it's nothin-" You look down and see what he's talking about. You're covered in blood. You lift up your shirt and see a huge cut on your stomach. "Oh no." You feel dizzy and then Dean's arms around you as you fall.

You wake up in a motel room, not unusual.

"Dean?" You say softly looking around the room.

"Hey, you okay?" He answers, he sits next to you placing his hand on your back.

"Yeah, fine. Thanks." You mumble. You stand up even though your stomach is in pain.

"You should relax for at least a few more hours."

"Nah, I'm good." You say looking around for your things.

"Y/n, I'm serious." Dean says to you in a frustrated tone.

"Dean, I don't care. I'm fine."

"Y/n! Sit down!" He gets angry with you.

"No!" You yell, you have to hold back a wince. He's right you are hurt but you're not going to sit in a room with your ex boyfriend because you're hurt. You can recover somewhere else.

"You're hurt. Something can happen to you!"

"Oh and now you care?" You roll your eyes. "Stop acting like you care."

That was it for Dean. He stood up and got right in your face. "You don't think I care, huh?" He chuckled at you. "I'll show you how much I care." He said with promise. Dean smashes his lips on yours, at first it took you by surprise but you came around to it very quickly. You kiss back but then pull away.

"Dean what are you doing?" You say trying to push him away but he doesn't budge. "We can't, I mean we broke up. It's been months-"

Dean has been on your mind since you two broke up. It was over something stupid, literally so stupid you don't even remember what it was about. You were in love with Dean, well you still are. He treated you like a princess, but like a bad ass princess. He was your safe place and you were his. When you broke up it just so happened to also be a really bad time in his life and he needed to leave. So he did, you two never got to fix what was broken.

"Stop talking." Dean interrupts you. You go to say something else, Dean cuts you off by kissing you, again. This time you immediately kiss back. You slide his jacket off and tug at his shirt. He breaks the kiss to lift his shirt off. Your hands run down his muscular body. You almost moan in excitement.

Dean carefully took off your shirt, trying not to hurt you. He unclipped your bra and tossed across the room. His hands gently massaged your breasts, you let out a little whine. You've been so needy for him it's pathetic. Dean picks you up effortlessly and drops you on the bed. He unbuttons your jeans and slides them off your body, you can feel yourself getting wet with anticipation. Dean hovers over your body he kisses you softly, then your neck, down to your chest, then down your stomach and all the way to your panty line.

"Dean, please" You beg quietly. You hear Dean chuckling.

"Patience sweethheart." He says as he slowly takes off your panties. He kisses up your legs to thighs incredibly slowly. You groan in frustration Dean ignores your frustration.

"Please!" You beg louder.

"Look at how wet you are." He smiles at you "All for me?" He smirks.

"Yes" You moan softly.

Dean finally enters a finger in you, you moan in relief. He watches your face making sure you're enjoying it, he enters another finger and thrusts them deep curving his fingers to make sure he hits your g-spot. You moan louder at the feeling, it's been months since you've been with Dean, well anyone for that matter. Dean always knew what to do to please you though, he just knew your body so well.

"You like that baby?" He asks, you nod and moan "Words" He says

"Yes, Dean." You say softly.

"Good girl." He smirks at you. Dean dips his head between your thighs, you feel his tongue directly on your clit.

"Oh my god." You let your head hit the bed and close your eyes. Dean continues to pump his fingers in and out of you while his tongue dances around your clit. It feels so amazing. You start to buck your hips, he puts his arm around your hips to hold you down.

He adds a third finger stretching you out for him. You moan and whine, it feels good but you want him. All of him.

"Dean, please" You pant. He ignores you, he keeps sucking and licking your clit. "please." you whimper. He still doesn't listen. Your legs are shaking and you try to squeeze your thighs together but Dean won't let you. Your moans become more desperate. "Feels so good" He keeps going he can tell your close by the way you're squeezing his fingers.

Your buck your hips up, you let out a loud moan, your vision goes blurry and you see stars. Dean slowly pulls his fingers out, you look down at him out of breath. He licks his lips then smiles at you.

"You taste good." He slowly crawls up to your face and kisses you. You kiss back and pull him closer. You reach your hand down his stomach and realize he's taken off his jeans. You palm him through his boxers, he lets out a groan. Dean takes your hand and puts it down his boxers you take his invitation and pump his cock slowly. Dean kisses and bites your neck. You pull your hand out and pull his boxers down springing him free. He moans at your movements.

You tried moving to get on top of Dean but he stopped you. "You're hurt. Let me take care of you." he says kissing your forehead. He lightly brushes his hands down your body to your legs, he places them around his waist. He lines himsef up with you and slowly enters you. You and Dean let out a loud moan. "You feel so good." He says through his teeth. "So nice and tight."

"You're so big." You arch your back.

"I've missed you." He says he leans down and kisses you, you kiss back. He rests his forehead on yours, in this moment everything feels right. It feels like everything is going to be okay. You've missed this feeling.

"You're doing so good, taking all of me." Dean praises "Such a good girl." His words make you weak.

"You feel so good." you moan. Dean switches positions he leans up and places your legs on his shoulders, deepening his thrusts. You moan louder, so does he. His grunts and groans are getting more frequent.

"Damn baby, I've missed this pussy." He brings his fingers to your clit and starts rubbing "I can't believe this is all mine. Only mine."

"Yes, all yours."

"I know." He mumbles. Dean continues to rub your clit causing your legs to shake. You whimper and try to move around. "I know baby, I know." He coos at you. "Feels so good, huh?" You nod. "Words." He reminds you.

"Y-yes." You stutter "So good." He's so focused on pleasing you, his hair is messy, his body is glistening, his grunts and groans are filling the room along with your moans. You can feel your whole body shaking, your walls are clenching around him.

"Damn baby you're squeezing me so tight." Dean moans. His thrusts get deeper and faster. "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes" You moan "Feels so good."

"I know, you feel so good too." He groans. "I'm not going to last long with you squeezing me like that."

"I'm gonna-"

"Go ahead baby, cum for me." His fingers rub faster on your sensitive clit, with every thrust he hits your g-spot, his words are ringing through your head. Your body starts twitching, your legs shaking, you close your eyes tight, you try to scream but nothing comes out. Dean helps you ride out your orgasm, soon after you feel him fill you up. He lightly presses his body on yours and catches his breath.

You wrap your arms around Dean and hold him. He kisses your shoulder a few times before rolling off you. "Uh, let me clean you up." He says awkwardly. Dean gets up and grabs some clean towels he cleans you up then cleans himself up. "I'll change your bandage too."

"Dean." You grab his arm. "Just come lay down."

"But-"

"Please." You cut him off. He nods and lays down next to you, you move yourself so you're laying your head on his chest. "I've missed you." You look up at him.

"Me too." He says softly "Sorry-"

"Dean. It's okay. I know you had to go." You cut him off. "I'm sorry I never got to apologize."

"I know." He pulls you a little closer to him.

You're not sure what will happen next, you're hopeful it'll work out between you two. You both have a lot of love for each other, if it's meant to be it will be. But for right now all you want to do is enjoy your night with Dean Winchester.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester imagine #supernatural smut #dean winchester x reader #dean x you #dean winchester x you #dean x reader

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tacticaldiary · 10 months

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Heyyy just wanted to ask if maybe you could write a ghost x reader with fluff and comfort maybe where the reader comforts ghost after he has a nightmare

Night Terrors

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

It's a bad idea to touch a soldier in the midst of the haze of panic, but even between the haze, Ghost knows to associate her touch with a soothing calm.

"Simon." She says calmly, gritting her teeth as his hands tighten around her wrists. "Simon, you're safe."

His eyes clear, the iron-clad panic slowly fading as he comes to his senses

Masterlist

The person in the mirror stares back at her, clean and freshly showered. Droplets of water drip from her hair onto her neck, her eyes following the trail towards the bandages wrapped tightly across the expanse of her right shoulder all the way across her upper shoulder.

They hide stitches. Fifteen on them in a neat row earned after taking two bullets to the shoulder whilst on their last mission. The soft cotton of her shirt slips over her, hiding the itchy bindings out of sight.

Three short raps on the door startle her out of her thoughts.

"You alright in there?" Simon's gruff voice flows through the wooden door separating them.

"Fine." She says after a moment. It's not far from the truth. Physically, aside from the ache in her shoulder she really is fine.

She full well knows that her life isn't assured with what she's chosen to dedicate her life to. It didn't bother her most days, she knew the risks and loved her job. She loved her task force, loved her boys, loved the good she does for the world even if it meant getting her hands dirty.

She loved Simon.

It's something about the sombre stillness after the heat of going headfirst into a gunfight, the silence after the storm that still seems to be swirling in her mind, the ringing of gunshots echoing in her ears, and the scent of gunpowder and blood lingering on her skin.

Pulling the door open she's faced with her boyfriend, a furrow in his brow as he looks over her. It's rare to see him without his mask, but right now he bares himself to her fully, the strong line of his jaw and the dirty blonde hair dishevelled.

The exhaustion in his eyes mirrors her own.

This was why they were here on leave. She had been put on a month of medical leave for her shoulder to heal up, and Simon had silently followed her back to their apartment.

A burst of warmth had cut through the grey cloud hanging over her shoulder when he'd shown up on the helipad with his own luggage, ready to follow her back. They'd gotten here this morning, and even though she'd fallen asleep against him on the way here she still felt the persistent tiredness nagging at her to close her eyes and rest.

"Your shoulder?" He trails off, gaze flickering to the hidden bandages.

"They're fine, Simon." She assures him, offering him a tired smile. Grabbing his hand, she squeezes affectionately and leads him to the bed nearby. "Just tired, y'know? Getting shot takes a lot out of a girl."

"You're not funny." He deadpans, allowing himself one last look at her.

The warm covers are comfortable, the mattress much easier to sink into than the cold hard ground the team had been camping out in. You get used to it, but coming back to something other people consider normal knowing that it could have been normal to you too is strange.

"Wasn't trying to be." She yawns, letting out a long, slow exhale when Simon wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer. Legs tangle together, her head on his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady. All of it slowly takes the tension out of her shoulders until she's loose and soft against him, breathing deeply.

His hands brush gently over her wound, making her shiver.

"You shouldn't have gotten hurt today." He says quietly into the air. Simon's not sure if she's awake or not, but the words fester inside him like a poison he can't expel, they push themselves out of him without his permission.

"We were on opposite ends of the building." He feels her lips move against his chest, her breath fanning over his skin. "It's not your fault." She whispers.

He hums, not agreeing or disagreeing. She leaves it alone for now, too tired and on the brink of sleep to argue. Tomorrow she'd show him that he wasn't to blame, convince him the way she always managed to do.

But for now? The hand gently carding through her hair knocks her unconscious almost instantly.

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An instinctive intuition honed from years as a soldier is the only thing that makes her eyes flutter open halfway through the night. Tangled in the sheets, she frowns, a nagging feeling of wrongness tugging at her mind.

She had rolled over in the night, pried herself away from Simon at some point instead opting to sleep soundly on her stomach.

A small noise, almost indistinguishable over the creak of the bed as she moves.

"Simon?" She mumbles, sitting up slowly. The lack of reply makes snaps her to attention. Reaching blindly to her side, the lamp on her nightstand is clicked on. The light washing over the room makes her squint but when she finally cracks an eye open, her stomach drops.

"Simon!" Eyes widening, she throws the blanket off, kneeling down next to him on the bed.

There's a thin sheen of sweat over his face. Jaw clenched hard, his body is wound tight like a spring. Silent. He's silent aside from the heavy exhales that leave him and the slight tremble of his body.

Asleep. He's still asleep, she realises with a start. His head moves slightly side to side, as if trying to shake something off. This was...new to her.

Simon was someone unshakable in her eyes. Yes, he'd gifted her with more vulnerability than he'd ever shown anyone, but that did not change his image in her mind.

This...this was all wrong. He looked almost small.

Looking back, this was the worst thing she could have done but still half asleep and frazzled her first instinct is to reach out, to touch and comfort and assure.

Her hand lands on his shoulder, shaking gently as she leans down to call out his name. "Wake up!"

It works.

His eyes snap open with a strangled gasp that catches in his throat. Panic-glazed eyes latch onto her and before she can blink or speak, she's pushed roughly down, flipped onto her back.

Stifling a cry as her injured shoulder jostles painfully, the grip he has on her wrists pinned over her head is uncomfortably tight. She's strong, but with him straddling her, bearing down his weight to pin her in place it's a little hard to breathe.

"Hey-" She gasps when his grip tightens. His breath fans over her face, hot and harsh as he stares down at her hackles raised.

He was awake, but he wasn't seeing her. He was still stuck in whatever nightmare had been plaguing his mind.

Taking in as deep of a breath as she could, she tries again, smoothing her voice to be as gentle and steady as possible.

Simon wouldn't hurt her, she knows that deep down even his subconscious wouldn't do her any true harm. He was just jarred right now, merely on edge and acting on instinct.

"It's me. Just me, see?" She says calmly, gritting her teeth as he presses her harder against the bed. "Simon, you're safe. It's alright, I promise."

Slowly, ever so slowly, his eyes clear, the iron-clad panic slowly fading as he comes to his senses. She watches him come back in real time, sees him blink and register his surroundings properly.

When his eyes land on hers this time, they're wide and seeing.

"Fuck." He breathes out sharply, immediately pulling himself off and away from her. "Fucking hell, I'm sorry." The distance between them grows as he stands.

It takes a second for her to respond while she catches her breath, drawing in the oxygen that was denied of her, calming her racing heart.

Silence wraps around them while they both come to terms with what just happened.

Simon runs a hand down his face, eyes raking over her to find any injuries, any sign of hurt. "Are you alright?" A hoarse voice dripping with blatant guilt.

"Are you?" She says, shifting to the edge of the bed, closer to him. "You were having a nightmare, I think."

He visibly clams up at that, tensing. It'd clearly happened before because surprise was not one of the emotions he held at the moment.

"Your shoulder." He says tightly, clearly upset and angry.

Confused, she look down and...oh. Oh.

Crimson stains her t-shirt, seeping into the fabric sluggishly. "Must have ripped my stitches." She mumbles. Now that it's been brought to her attention, the ache in her shoulder is sharper, most intense. Yeah, she definitely ripped them.

Simon curses under his breath, disappears into the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit.

The atmosphere is tense.

"Off." He demands as he kneels in front of her on the ground, pulling out gauze and an antiseptic ointment. Obeying silently, mind still lingering on the image of his quiet, shaking form from before, she discards the shirt, letting it slip from her fingers onto the floor.

His fingers hesitate in touching the ruined blood soaked bandages, almost as if he's...he's afraid to touch her.

"it's alright." She says. "I shouldn't have touched you like that so suddenly-"

"And I shouldn't have ripped your fucking stitches." He snaps back, pulling away immediately. Dropping his head into his hands he takes a deep breath, willing his anger away. He's not upset at her, never at her.

It's himself that he's pissed at.

With hands not entirely steady, he unwraps her shoulder, inspecting the damage. His stomach sours at the realisation that half the stitches were ripped, not unsalvageable but still damaged.

The silence stretches, heavy in the air as he goes through the motions mechanically, spreading the ointment over her wounds and rewrapping it. She doesn't know what to say. He was the one that needed help a second ago, but here she was now, being that one on the other end. She knows guilt weighs down on him, that he'd blame himself for this as well.

"Night terrors." He admits into the quiet, his sudden voice startling her.

"What?"

"They're night terrors." By the tight way he reveals the information, she guesses he's never spoken it aloud to anybody else before. "Had them ever since I was a lad."

"That's terrible." She frowns, catching his hand as it ties the last knot to secure her new binding. The ache fades slowly, more bearable than before. "Do you...have you had them while I'm around before?" The thought of her sleeping soundly while the man she loved suffered inches away from her made her feel sick, an iron band clenching her heart painfully.

His lack of response is enough of an answer.

"Fucking hell." She breathes, yanking him into a hug. "I'm sorry I never noticed."

"I didn't want you to." The answer is just as immediate as the arms that bands around her, pressing them together tightly.

"Tell me next time." She demands. At his silence, she pulls back. "I want you to wake me up when you have one. I'm serious." The fiery determination in her eyes warms his cold heart. "I don't give a shit if it's the ass crack of dawn, Simon. I want to help you. I want to give you the same comfort you give me." A soft hand cups his jaw, her thumb brushing over his cheeks slowly.

"You already do." His lips brush against the pulse point in her wrist as he kisses it. "I used to..." He falters, and so it's unlike him that it only makes her hurt more. "They used to be about...my past." He keeps it vague on purpose and she knows better than to press it and prod now, not when he's opening up on his own. "But now they're about you."

That, she had not been expecting.

"Me?" She echoes, confused.

A tight nod, his head dropping to press against her good shoulder. "You, love." He confirms. "Always you. You dying in my arms. Me watching from a distance unable to reach you as you get shot." He presses them together tighter as if taking solace in the heat of her body. "You dying at an order I told to you carry out. You get the gist of it." A dry, humourless bark of a laugh.

She swallows, taking in the information. "I'm not going anywhere." Gently carding her hand through his hair helps him relax. "I'm right here, okay?"

"I know." He breathes. "I know you are."

"I don't plan on leaving anytime soon."

"You better not."

"Wake me next time." She pleads. "Let me make it better."

"Can't promise anything." He mumbles into her skin, pressing his lips against the crook of her neck. "I'll think about it."

She sighs, knows that he wouldn't crack so easily. The way to Simon's heart was slow and rocky and dangerous, but she'd gladly risk getting crushed in the landslide if it meant there was a sliver of a chance she'd reach her final destination.

He reaches the bandages on her shoulder, lips hovering over the rough fabric. She shivers as his breath fans over her. "You shouldn't have had to see that." He says quietly, before pressing a kiss to her injured shoulder, a gentle brush.

"I know." She matches his voice, tipping her head back. None of them deserved this. Simon didn't deserve it, she didn't deserve it, yet their line of work, who they were and their past, was inevitable.

Life didn't care about the 'should not's' just about the 'what is'.

For now, she allows him to hold her right there, his lips trailing up and down her neck in slow, sweet and silently apologetic kisses. He mumbles three words into her neck, words that make her smile and melt.

"I love you too." Tugging at his hair until he lifts his head, she brings their lips together sweetly one last time.

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mangowafflesss · 11 months

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Hi!! I saw your requests were open, and I adore your writing! I was hoping to request a Ghost/Simon x fem!reader (already dating) where the reader is a medic for 141 and they all go out to celebrate after a successful mission, but reader is being bothered at the bar by some rando and ghost gets protective of her? Sorry if that's too specific!

Hello! Don't worry about it being too specific (I actually prefer it so I don't have to think much) I hope you enjoy <3

WARNINGS: Creepy Men, Alcohol, Blood & Violence

You were clearing up the last of your medical equipment before you set off to go get yourself dolled up for tonight. Your week has been so stressful and your boyfriend, Simon Riley, thought it would be nice for you to join them for their post mission drink. You had heard all about the success of it as it was spreading all around the base, people gossiping and whatnot.

You were in the middle of squirting some perfume to your neck when you heard the door behind you open. You turned to see Simon standing there with his usual casual clothes on and surgical mask covering his pretty face. "You ready love?" he was now in front of you and you pulled down the mask to press a quick kiss to his chapped lips "Of course"

The pub was busier than usual and Simon had his arm wrapped around your waist as you navigated around the throng of people who seemed to be apart of a stag do.

The guys practically scared off the people who were sitting in one of the booths and you gave them a quick apology as they fled. "You guys do that every time, its not funny" you try and scold the giggling Soap and Gaz but they just laughed harder at you.

You sat next to Price with Simon sitting to your right on the edge of the booth. Soap and Gaz went to gather some drinks for you guys while you spoke to the higher ranked members of the team.

As time passed, your belly was aching from laughing and your bladder was full, you decided to excuse yourself to go to the toilet. Simon let you passed him with a small hidden tap to your ass, you would make him regret that when you came back.

With a smile you headed for the toilets. When you finished up and opened the door, you failed to see the man who was drunkenly stumbling out of the corridor. His gaze was on your ass as you walked confidently over to the bar to get you and everyone else another round.

"Heyyy gorgeous"

You were leaning on the bar and turned to see this sweaty hideous looking man breathing on you. "You here by yourself?" he asked and you shook your head and pointed over to the group "I'm here with my boyfriend" you state and you were starting to get uncomfortable with how close he was to your body.

Simon drunk the last of his beer and started to wonder where you had gotten to. He looked around the crowded pub and spotted you by the bar with a man who was stroking your hair. You looked severely uncomfortable trying to move away from him but the man just followed.

Anger bubbled up inside of him and stood from his seated position rather abruptly. He marched over to the bar, bumping shoulders with plenty of people who were in his way.

"Look please, your friends are probably nice but I don't want to go with you" Ghost heard you tell the man but he was still being persistent. He grabs onto your waist and Ghost yanks him by the arm and punches him in the nose. "When someone says no they mean it prick"

The man takes a swing and Ghost grabs his arm and twists it painfully which makes you grimace. You watch as Simon drags the man outside and you begin to panic "Simon don't, just let him go" you plead but he doesn't listen and you run over to the table.

"Captain, Simon he took a man outside and I think he's going to seriously hurt him" Price and Soap stand and make for the exit while Gaz stays with you asking you what had happened.

You see them come back inside after a long five minutes and you take his hand into yours "Simon, your hand is bleeding" your medic side kicks in but he just pulls you into a hug with his head nestling into your hair.

"Its not my blood love, don't worry" he breaths out and you sigh while smelling his scent. He was clearly trying to calm himself down as his ragged breaths began to soften.

"You want to go home?" He asked into your ear and you nodded and he let you go while telling the others that you were leaving.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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defschoice · 6 months

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Jay Halstead x daughter

Heyyy this is my first time in a while writing a story and I feel like my writing isn’t as good as it used to be, that’s also why this one shot is so short <3

Words: 580

Warnings: not proof read, mentions of blood and hospitalization

Summary: Jay’s daughter has her first period and is a bit unsure of how to handle it, so he calls his brother Will for help.

Raising a teenage daughter on your own wasn't always easy and Jay Halstead knew that better than anyone, cuz he had a 14 year old daughter named Emily. Despite all the ups and downs and sometimes quite heavy fights and disagreements, hear and Jay were close and Emily was also close to her uncle Will and few others from both Firehouse 51, Intelligence and Med.

It was an early morning in Chicago when Emily woke because of some stomach cramps. She rolled up on her side and curled into fetal position and just laid like that for a minutes until her dad came in to wake her up before he left for work. But concern spreader over Jay's face as he saw the distressed state his daughter was in, he gently approached her and sat down in the edge of her bed pulling some of her out of her face behind her ear as he caressed her arm lightly.

"What's wrong pumpkin?" He asked in a gentle tone as Emily could barely move due to the pain in her stomach who kept intensifying.

"It's my stomach. It really hurts. Can we call uncle Will?" Emily asked her brother curling up even more as Jay felt her forehead which was burning up a bit.

"Oh sweetie, you're burning up. Let's get you checked up" Jay said as he pulled the covers of Emily to carry her down to his truck when he saw the blood on the bed as he started panicking and took out his phone to call Will.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Will, it's Emily. She woke up with severe stomach pain and when I removed her covers there was a lot of blood on the sheets and she can barely move. She's just laying in her all curled up, I'm bringing her in"

"Okay, based on your description it sounds like experience her first period. I'll be ready for you when you get here"

"Okay thank you Will"

Jay said as he hung up the phone and went back over to his daughter as he gently he shamed her arm but she didn't react to it, he tried again a little harder this time as she slowly opened her eyes and immediately felt the pain again as Jay gently picked her up trying to not move her too much as he carried her down to his truck and got her buckled up as he wrapped her in her favorite blanket calling Hailey while driving off towards Med telling her he wouldn't be in today.

Arriving at Med Jay picked up Emily who was still wrapped in the blanket as she clung to her dad when Will came over with a gurney as Jay placed his daughter on it but she refused to let go of him.

“Come on, Ems. You gotta let go so Will can take a look at you just like you asked for earlier” Jay said in a calm tone as Emily loosened her grip on Jay and Will wheeled her into a treatment room.

“Emily” Will said calmly getting the attention of his niece as she was struggling to keep her eyes open.

“I’m gonna give you some pain relievers and April is gonna come in and give you some fluid. So now I suggest you get some rest princess and I’ll be back to check on later” Will said kissing the top of his nieces head as he went out and closed the door

#chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago med imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #halstead scenario #will halstead scenario #will halstead #fluff #jay halstead fluff

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friendsoup · 5 months

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HEYYY I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE MEDI IM SOBBING AAAA- could you write something with medi getting hurt in some way, and reader patches them up? :>

Boo-Boos

Recipe: Not strictly romantic, Medi is implied to have romantic feelings for reader, Reader's feelings are up to you, Medi x Reader, GN! Reader, APPle and Regulus ship it, Clumsy! Reader, Oblivious! Reader, Medi is a tsundere. Sorry.

WC: 1,351

Chef's Note: SOOOO.... I may have read this prompt wrong the first time.... So you get the best of both worlds! Medi patches up reader, and then reader patches up Medi! I hope you enjoy!

You always manage to get in the worst situations. Perhaps it was because you’re naturally clumsy. Or maybe it was just due to dumb luck. Whatever the case, tragedy always seemed to befall you. Whether it be knocks to the head, tripping over nothing, or scars you had no clue the origins of. Today was no different. You were on patrol, fighting critters for the timekeeper, when your legs got twisted with each other, and you fell. You were lucky that your teammates covered your slack, though you’d managed to get quite the hefty scrape on your chin. Not that it bothered you, though. You’d suffered greater scrapes and bumps in your time, and were convinced you’d be fine on your own. Regulus was the one to change your mind on that. “You’ll be no use to us if your wounds are all infected!” She argued, as the two of you walked back to the suitcase. “You should go see Medicine Pocket! They’re a doctor!” “I’m sure just a few bandaids will cover me.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “Does it really look that bad?” “You’re bleeding!” Regulus exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “If you get sick, then your chores will fall onto my shoulders!” You laughed at that. Though she was right. Getting sick was a good way to throw off the entire balance of the team, and you didn’t want to be a burden to the timekeeper.a

“Besides, if you go see Medi, you might get some special treatment.” She elbowed you in the side, the action only shooting more pain up your ribs. “What do you mean by that?” You asked, your eyebrows drawing up in genuine confusion.

Regulus just stood there for a moment, stunned that you didn’t understand her words.

“What the Captain is meaning to say, is that Dr.Medicine Pocket is awfully fond of you.” APPle pipes up, floating behind the two of you. “Perhaps, if you are to visit their room, they can provide you with a better experience than our other healers can.”

“Medi is fond of me?” You ask, blinking. “No way! They’re always so mean…” That simply earns a groan out of Regulus, who shakes her head. “God, you’re just like Vertin! I can’t stand it sometimes!” “You should visit Dr.Medicine Pocket anyways, and confirm for yourself.” APPle encourages. You nod. If even the reasonable APPle agrees, then perhaps there’s some merit in what Regulus is saying.

And so, you make your way through the suitcase, down to Medicine Pocket’s laboratory. It’s quite easy to find, following the sounds of dog’s barking and the sterile smell of medical equipment. It’s a path you’ve walked before, many times. “Medi, are you here?” You call from the doorway. Instinctively, you rub at your chin, cringing when you glance back at your hand. That’s a lot of blood. “Yeah, yeah, I’m in the middle of something. Can you come back-” They dismissively wave to you, before looking up from their work. “Holy fuck!” “Haha! Hi!” You smile and wave. “[Y/N]. What the fuck did you do?” They hiss, standing from their seat and making their way over to you. They grab you by the shoulders, pulling you into their room, before pushing you down on the examining table. “I tripped!” You explain. “Down a fucking cliff? You look like shit!” Medi shakes their head, digging through their supplies. They return with a handful of cotton balls, alcohol wipes, and bandages. “Just on some pavement. I did slide a bit though, which is probably why I look so rough.” You admit, glancing somewhere else. Anywhere but Medi’s disappointed look.

“Fucking dumbass.” They sigh, pulling on new gloves, before picking up a cotton ball with tweezers. “You’ve got to be careful.” They bend to your height. Muttering a quiet,”Lift your chin now.” Their breath hot on your cheek. You obey, feeling a bit flustered with how close they are to you. Gently, they dab the cotton on your wound, soaking in the blood and wiping it away. It feels weird against your skin, both soft and cold. The intensity of Medi’s gaze makes your heart speed up, which you pray they can’t notice.

“I try!” You protest, squirming slightly in your seat. “It’s just difficult. Y’know? These things happen without me trying!” Medi grumbles something inaudible before responding. “It doesn’t seem like you’re trying, when you come into my office nearly every day with a new injury. I have important work to do, y’know? I can’t spend all my time with you.”

“Sorry.” You mutter, feeling a great sense of guilt fill you. Medi grumbles something else, before wiping down your wound and sticking a bandage on it. With that done, they get up and begin working on something else, completely leaving you alone.

…

A month has passed, and the two of you haven’t spoken a great deal since your accident. You’ve been managing to handle yourself, and Medi has been too busy with work to come out of their shell. However, the two of you are now on patrol, preparing the last things for the Storm.

Medi walks ahead while you trail behind, your mind wandering in the other direction. Neither of you say a word, you haven’t since you left the suitcase. You don’t particularly mind though, the silent walk is nice. Medi stops suddenly in their tracks, their eyes focusing on something else. You, who’s attention is far away from what’s in front of you, don’t notice, continuing to walk forward. You bump into Medi, and they trip while trying to steady themselves, falling on their knees. “Ow! Shit!” They hiss, scrambling to a sit. You jump back, trying to comprehend what just happened. “Ah! Medi!” You exclaim, dropping to a kneel besides them. “Fuck, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” “I’m fine, asshole.” They cradle their knee, wiping a bit of blood from their scrape. “I have bandages in my lab. I’ll fix it myself-” “I can help!” You argue, digging through your pockets. Out come a crumpled bandaid, and a package containing an alcohol wipe. “Here- I have these! Let me help!” Medi blinks. “Since when did you start caring about first aid?” They ask tilting their head. “Well, last time I showed up at your office, you seemed a bit mad! So I learned how to clean and bandage my own scrapes, so I wouldn’t bother you again!” You respond, giving a smile. “Now, roll up your pant leg, I’ll clean the wound.” Medi obeys, though they seem lost in thought. “Oh.” Their voice is a bit forlorn, as they glance away from you. You fiddle with the packaging of the alcohol wipe, completely oblivious to their expression. “You know I don’t mind you stopping by every once in a while.” “What was that?” You ask, pressing the wipe to the scrape. Medi nearly jumps out of their skin. “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it! God damn it, that stings! And here I am, trying to have a moment with you! Fuck!” “Uh. Sorry.” You mutter, removing the wipe from their skin. “I’ll just put the bandage on now.” Guilt fills your chest. You didn’t mean to make them worse.

“No, I…” Medi sighs. “Thank you for your help. You saved me some supplies.” They rub the back of their neck, struggling to focus their eyes on you.

The smile returns to your lips. “Oh! I forgot to do one last thing!” You exclaim, after smoothing the bandage out on their skin. You press a quick kiss to the top of the bandaid. “All better!” Medi jumps again, this time to their feet. Their face is tomato red, their eyes frantically looking back and forth. “I-I think we should call it here!” They exclaim, letting out a nervous laugh. “I’ve got lots to work on, y’know? And Vertin is only going to sponsor me so long without any progress!” They turn around, and begin to run off, leaving you sitting there. Confused. What did you do this time?

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Medicine Pocket #Medicine Pocket x reader #Medicine Pocket x you #Medicine Pocket reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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Heyyy I rly like your work and I was wondering if you could write fem reader and Xavier like enemies to lovers, just like casually hating each other’s but one day something happens to reader, somebody injured her or she Injured herself and Xavier gets all protective and he starts to like panic cuz he doesn’t know how to take care of injuries but is willing to help and then boom confession no nsfw xoxo

yes

THE WHOLE TIME

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader Summary: ^^^^ Warnings: mention on bl00d, getting hurt

the carnival was flooded with people all over town, all having fun and winning prizes and going on rides.

you stood in line for the Ferris Wheel with Enid and Yoko when you saw a stand for churros. your mouth watered as you looked at the caramel from the inside

"hey, I'm going to get a churro, want one?" you asked the girls beside you, Enid was holding pink cotton candy and Yoko was on her phone, drinking coke

"Yeah, I'll have one" the Vampire responded, handing you some change

"I'm alright, thanks!" Enid responded

"alright, hold my spot" you said before walking to the stall only a few meters away.

your ordered two and waited patiently as you looked around, seeing people pop balloons and winning prizes, shooting water in the clowns mouths and on the rollercoaster, going up and down with loud screams

"here you go" the guy handed them to you

"thank you!" you smiled before taking them. you looked back at the line and didn't see your friends there anymore.

you guys weren't that close to the front of the line, so they definitely didn't get on it yet, so they must of left the line.

you sighed and looked around to see if they were anywhere near you, but you didn't see them anywhere.

you sighed and started eating a churro when you became hungry as you walked around.

you ended up near the edge of the forest and sat down on a bench, holding Yoko's desert.

you saw Rowan coming closer to you

"what do you want Rowan?" you sighed

"you're going to come with me and you're not going to try and run away" he stated

"wha-" you stated but he gripped your wrist and pulled you up, bringing you into the forest

"let go of me!" you yelled at him

"shut up!" he hissed

"Rowan, let go" you pleaded

"stop drawing attention to us!" he growled aggressively

he pushed you against a tree and covered your mouth when you begun screaming.

he had done this to you once before, and it ended in you going to the hospital and therapy for a few months, so it wasn't your fault you were scared.

you started crying as he punched you in the stomach

"I didn't have to do this, I just wanted to talk" he looked down sadly

he pulled you from the tree and pushed you onto the ground, making you cut your leg

you winced in pain as he picked you back up again

"now stop talking, you know what will happen to you, and next time I won't be so kind" he smiled

"what do you want" you whimpered in pain, looking at the blood flooding down your leg

"I just wanted to talk" he took a breath before he dropped to the floor.

you looked down at his unconscious body and looked back up to see Xavier holding a big thick branch from a tree

he rushed a smile and dropped the branch, stepping forward

"are you ok?" he panicked

"no" you shook your head

he looked down at your leg and flinched at the sight

"alright, alright ok" he panted

"thanks" you muttered

"yeah, no problem" he brushed it off like nothing.

you started walking away, wincing as you limped

"you probably shouldn't walk" he said

"well how else am I supposed to get help?" you inquired

"just please, take a seat for a second" he rushed

"why?" you rolled your eyes

"fine walk then" he huffed.

"I will" you turned around and started walking again but you were lifted off the ground by a pair of arms

"put me down!" you gasped

"you're hurt and your bleeding. I'm helping" he laughed

"I don't want it" you whined

"yeah, but you need it" he smirked in amusement

he walked around the Festival, helping you walk while the crowds calmed down as people left to go home.

"what were you doing in the woods?" you questioned him

"what?" you tilted his head, helping you up a flight of stairs

"did you follow me into the woods or do you just hang out there for fun?" you joked

"I was watching while Rowan dragged you away" he shrugged

Xavier was watching you from when he got in line for Churros, he had spotted you in the crowd and his eyes followed you as you sat down on the bench alone, he was lucky he followed you when he did.

he noticed that it seemed odd, you never talked to Rowan, and you didn't seem very pleased when he dragged you away, so what other choice did he have?

"you were watching me?" you smiled, the loss of blood made you a little drowsy

"the whole time"

"the whole time?" you giggled

"the whole time. since you got the churros" he replied simply

"why?" you asked

"I'm always watching you- that sounded creepy, I'm sorry, I meant that I like- no wait..." he paused to think about what to say

"I meant that I always look for you to see what you're doing? no- I- what I wanted to say was that- is that, I like you" he sighed anxiously.

"oh" you blushed

he chuckled nervously as he led you to the nurses office

the rushed to help you as they saw the way your leg looked

you kissed his cheek as they rushed you into a room to help you, separating you from Xavier.

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this was actually shit, so I'm sorry, I was accidentally more focused on B-99 than writing this.

#xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier x you #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday 2022 #wednsday addams #percy hynes white #jenna ortega #enimies to lovers #kind of shit #i'm sorry #request

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Heyyy, can you write something poly! volturi kings +demetri,jane,alec,felix and santiago, about reader performing as an actor who has a murder scene and she has to kill someone and act crazy.

Like they walk on set and see her covered in blood and acting crazy.

What would they do?

Could you make this lengthy?

Thank you so much darling❤️❤️

Aro

Honestly, this guy has his own quirks.

He'll make sure you're okay first.

It assures you that it will suppress what happened.

He will make sure that no one can harm you because of it.

However, he is surprised when he learns that it is a game. He's proud of you for playing your part so well.

Marcus

He's worried about you.

He breathes a sigh of relief after making sure you're okay.

This will ensure that you are not penalized for what you have done.

No one can take you away from it and harm you.

However, when you find out that it is a game, a load is lifted from your shoulders.

He wants you to let him know in advance the next time you play games like this.

Caius

He is amazed when he sees you covered in blood.

It checks that you don't take damage.

He argues it's proof of how perfect you'll be when you become a vampire.

It immediately removes the confusion.

He will never allow you to be punished.

He gets a little angry when he finds out that it's a game.

jane

She will worry about you.

She'll be pissed that you're trying to do something like this alone.

It doesn't matter who you hurt.

When she finds out it's a game, she'll call it ridiculous human activity.

Alex

He's checking that you're okay.

Honestly, he's surprised because he didn't think you would do such a thing.

It removes the confusion.

He will appeal to the Kings to save you.

He's relieved when he finds out it's a game.

Felix

As soon as he sees you, panic and anxiety take over him.

He's trying to make sure you're okay.

He is even ready to beg the Kings not to be punished.

When he finds out that it's a game, he relaxes and gets a little angry.

Demetri

He's worried about you.

Ready for anything to hide this crime.

He will be surprised that you did such a thing.

He makes fun of you that you have the nature to do such a thing when he finds out that it is a game.

Santiago

He is worried and afraid.

It's controlling you.

It tries to clear up the confusion.

He's worried that the kings will be angry with you.

He relaxes when he finds out it's a game. He suggests choosing less worrisome roles next time.

#the twilight series #felix volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #demetri volturi #santiago volturi #aro volturi x reader #marcus volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #felix volturi x reader x demetri volturi #demetri volturi x reader #alec volturi x reader #jane volturi x reader #santiago volturi x reader #the volturi #volturi x reader

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starreadssstuff · 1 year

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I know the end - Takatora Samura

Warnings: canon violence, blood, bruising, hurt (future parts) g*ns, Niragi (nothing bad will happen, in this fic or any) LMK if I missed anything!!

Authors note: Heyyy dude! so I wanted to start writing since I have more time now. This is a multi-part fic that I will do over the course of time. I hope you enjoy the read! This is the second fic Ive written, but more are coming. I have a few WIPs that Im pushing myself to finish. I hope you enjoy the read!

You were bloody and bruised. Stumbling into “the beach” you didn’t know what to do you were bleeding, that last game had almost claimed your and your friend’s life, Lily who you were currently dragging into this beach building. You then saw a group of people standing in the doorway. You couldn’t see very well due to probably having a concussion but you were pushing through, for Lily, you kept telling yourself. Once you got closer you saw the people standing in front of the building better. The first things that caught your eyes were their weapons, one of them and a shit ton of tattoos and a katana, and the other had an AK-47 on his shoulder with piercings all over. You were scared now.

“Who are you?” asked the one that didn’t have any weapons out, except for a pistol on his belt. You also saw a pocket knife on his ankle and other weapons.

“Please, help us “You struggle to get out the words but before you know it darkness had consumed you.

LATER

You were terrified where were you? Where were your weapons? Why couldn’t you see? Where was lily? And most importantly what were you tied down to? As soon as you start to move around the back your head gets pulled off and the stream of light poured in all too quickly. You looked around to see all your weapons had been taken off of you and put on a table far from your reach. You also see lily is awake and is also confused. You try to talk to her but your mouth is covered in tape for whatever reason. You give her a look that says “i don’t know what’s going on”

As the doors burst open and you see a man in beach attire stroll in like he owns the world.

You hate him as soon as he opens his mouth.

“Hello and welcome to the beach!” he says in an awfully happy tone that is so off-putting even Lily, who has never made fun of anyone, cringes and rolls her eyes.

“ Please untie our guests Niragi.” As the man introduces himself as the Hatter the man with the AK-47 starts to untie you and Lily. You are grateful to this hatter guy, you might not hate him so much anymore. Niragi is definitely a guy you want to keep an eye out for. He lingers so much it's annoying.

Authors note prt 2: please leave tips on how to fix any mistakes! constructive criticism is welcome!! have a beautiful day/night love, star 💜

#takatora samura #last boss #my husband #aib #alice in borderland #tw niragi #aib aguni #aib hatter #the beach

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friendly-alien-fucker · 2 years

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Heyyy I hope I'm not bothering,, I saw your requests are open and all 👉👈

If it's alright could you write how a yautja would react to his future s/o refusing his gifts continuously and when asked she says it's because she feels uncomfortable receiving gifts when she did nothing to deserve it, feeling unworthy of the gifts?? Or idk,,,,,just refusing his whole courtship because she thinks she's unworthy and he'll regret it later on........

Yea I have issues but reading fanfics is better than sorting them out 😭🤚 I love your blog btw 💕💕🌸

I'm so sorry in advance mmmmm

Yautja with an s/o that feels unworthy of their gifts

Warnings: mention of blood, mention of skulls, a little bit of angst and a lot of fluff to mend a broken heart

Thank you @redalive0 for your request, I hope I met your expectations! 💖

(also you're not bothering anyone! The more requests the better <3)

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The door slammed shut and familiar clicking echoed through the house, a sign that they were back from whenever they might have been. Yet you didn't move from your place on your bed, well aware that you didn't need to tell them where to find you.

Any normal person would be scared if an alien stepped into their home, let alone an alien that was double their size and strength. And you'd be scared as well, if you hadn't grown accustomed to this gentle giant.

You once found them bleeding out on the ground, a wounded warrior on the brink of death. And putting your fears aside, you decided to help them. Since then they'd always leave you for a few days, just to return to you again.

And after some time, you'd grown to like them. Even to the point where you'd feel a certain emptiness anytime they'd leave your house. Though as much as you wanted to ask for them to stay, everytime you faced them you couldn't bring out the words.

You just didn't feel you had the right. A great warrior, a creature with superior strength and intelligence, who were you to ask for their presence? Surely they had better things to do. And with any day they spent away from you, that feeling of unworthiness grew more and more.

Their heavy yet slow footsteps continued through the house, growing louder the closer they came to your room, until they came to a stop. Your e/c eyes moved from the book in your hand to the alien in your doorway, closing it.

And as you took in their giant physique, all you could think was: beautiful

"Welcome back" you smiled, turning to face them. They clicked in response. You were never quite sure if they understood what you were trying to say, but you still spoke to them, hoping that the fondness in your voice somehow exceeded the barriers of language.

Eyeing you carefully, they slowly made their way over to you. And even though you were aware that they could practically snap you in half had they wanted to, the way they looked at you- it was like they were making a silent promise that you were safe with them. That they would never hurt you.

"I haven't seen you in some time, have you been well?" you asked gently, swallowing the lump in your throat as you thought about your last encounter. It had been three weeks since you had last seen them. Had they not missed you while they were gone? Did your presence mean so little to them? Were they only returning because they felt they had to?

You snapped out of your depressing thoughts, your eyes now focused on the blood-covered cloth they had put in your hands. You looked up at them with a confused expression, yet they simply continued to stare at you, expectantly. You looked down again, examining the beige fabric closer.

The cloth itself was nothing special, but what was gently put inside of it made your eyes widen with wonder.

Inside was a skull. Which creature it belonged to, you didn't know. What you knew though, was that it was beautiful. It was clean and smelt surprisingly nice, the mixture of flower and lemon scent taking over your senses and plastering a teethy smile on your face. You gently traced your fingertips along the sides of the animal head.

"it's beautiful" you nodded as you stretched out your hands go give it back to them. Yet they only shook their head, their long braids clicking against their armor as they pointed a clawed finger at you, indicating that it was supposed to be a gift from them. Your breath hitched for a second as you understood what was happening, and you couldn't help but feel excited by the prospect.

They had not forgotten about you. In fact, they were so enamoured by you, that they went out of their way to retrieve a gift for you. You gently pressed the skull against your chest, warmth spreading to your cheeks. The alien tilted their head and knelt down so they could inspect your reaction further.

You directed your eyes back to the figure in front of you, and as your e/c eyes met with their glowing yellow one's, you couldn't help but let your insecurities slowly sink back in. You didn't deserve this. Didn't deserve them. You pushed the skull away.

"I'm sorry... I can't...I shouldn't." you say quietly, averting your gaze. You heard a huff, and felt them gently hold the sides of your legs. When you looked back at their face, which was now directly in front of yours, their eyes narrowed and furious. They studied you for a second, seemingly lost in thought, mandibles stretching before pulling in again. You heard them growl quietly, and you watched in confusion as they kept making the same grunting noise over and over again. It took you a minute to realize that their 'grunting' was actually an attempt at communication.

"Why not?" You heard them huff. Their voice was deep and gravely, yet clear enough to understand. Your eyes widened as you took in their words.

"I didn't know you could...speak" you muttered as you absentmindedly cupped their cheeks. They flinched slightly at the action, yet didn't pull away. Their skin was warm and surprisingly soft, and you were struck with the realization that you hadn't touched them once until today. You were always too scared to attempt it, yet now that they were kneeling before you, you understood that you shouldn't be scared of them anymore.

You smiled at them, though even an alien could see that it wasn't genuine. "You should give it to someone else. Someone who deserves it." someone worthy of your love. You almost wanted to say, but stopped yourself before you could.

The alien, however, did not seem to accept the rejection, and they stood, pulling you up along with them. They glared down at you and you felt a shiver run up your spine at the sight. That combined with their deep voice, you felt like fainting. "Are you questioning my skills?" they growled.

"No, of course not but-" but they didn't let you finish, they just stepped closer to you, and you could feel their breath against your head. You only now realized how tall they were compared to you. "You are more than a suitable mate, intelligent, kind, strong. You stand before me without fear, and even have the nerve to deny me, yet you still worry you are not worthy of my affections?" Their voice was gruff and their pronunciation shaky, but you could still make out the amusement in their words.

"I just...don't want you to regret this later..." you huffed, avoiding their eyes, but they were having none of it. "Look at me," they put their hands on your shoulders, and you had to bend your neck to look at them face-to-face, which obviously amused them further. "I know oomans mate for life. I know you require constant courtship. I am also aware that I will outlive you by many years, yet I am willing to put all my resources and energy into mating you. Do you believe me foolish enough to pursue this only to regret it later?"

In a last attempt to talk them out of it, you muttered "You never know..." but it was clear they had already made up their mind.

You followed them with your eyes as they picked up the skull once more and put it in your hands, along with theirs, and you cracked a small smile as you heard the rare purring that came from them when they were comfortable- that you, until now, only had the privilege of hearing when they were fast asleep, or thought you weren't in the room with them.

"Will you accept it?" They asked, expectantly.

And this time, without hesitation, you smiled up at them.

"I will."

#aaaa I'm sorry this took so long 😭😭😭#and this isnt even that long but I tried my best I swear!!#thank you for the request this was really sweet!#<3333 #alien #alien vs predator #yautja #slasher #the predator #💚requests💚

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writtentodeath · 3 years

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heyyy! i love your work! would you be willing to write something about a hero begging their villain nemesis for help with someone/something? the villain initally laughs and refuses, but about a week later is confronted with the actual danger hero is in, and realizes that the situation is a lot worse than hero let on? villain somehow pushes their pride aside and rescues hero from the situation. thx!

Hero had swallowed their pride and everything, Villain could see that. Steeled their nerves, done everything short of physically prostrating themselves into front of Villain, but...

Well. Villain certainly wasn't an idiot, and they certainly weren't in the business of helping idiot heroes with problems them got themselves into. Their style was more filling the pool that Hero was trying to claw their way out of than offering a helpful hand.

Still, seeing Hero all teary-eyed and pleading wasn't a bad end to a day.

"Please," Hero repeated, all sincerity and seriousness. "I can't do this without you- you're the only one who can help, I'm begging you, please help me."

Villain leaned forward, placing their hand ever so gently over Hero's on the table. “This must be truly serious, if you’re coming to me.”

Hero almost pulled away at the contact, but their eyes lit up when Villain said that. “It is,” they said. “you have no idea- the things I’ve seen, they would tear this city apart.”

Aw. Villain moved their hand from Hero’s hand to their face, moving slowly so they didn’t startle Hero. “And what exactly makes you think that’s something I want to prevent?”

The change wasn’t immediate. It took a second of dawning realization for Hero’s face to drop, for them to try to pull away.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Villain laughed. “Why would I want to stop that? You’re telling me something is going to destroy you, destroy this city, and wreak havoc on the earth. Something bigger than me, bigger than you. Well if you haven’t noticed, Hero, as much as I like playing with you, you get on my nerves every now and then.”

Hero stood up too quickly, their chair falling over as they backed away. “No. No, no no- you would let millions of people die just because it would kill me too? Are you crazy? This- it will kill you too, Villain, you’ll die with the rest of us!”

Villain laughed again, standing up and gesturing for their guards to take Hero by the shoulders. “I’ll take my chances with that, love. And while you’re dealing with that, I think I’ll take advantage of your absence.”

Hero started struggling against the guards. “Let me go!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t stop you from leaving,” Villain said. “After all, someone has to deal with the problem.”

The guards dragged Hero away, presumably dumping them in some back alley.

And Villain went back to their work.

The ‘monster’ arrived the following week.

At first, Villain wasn’t worried. Hero had warned them in advance, they had prepared as best they could- as best anyone could against a giant cloud that could form itself into anything. Anyone.

Hero slammed into the pavement, and Villain heard a bone crack. They were watching the fight from an alleyway- Villain wasn’t going to miss seeing their nemesis beaten to a pulp- but even they felt something curl up in their chest when Hero’s twisted, broken counterpart showed up.

They looked like Hero. Mostly, anyway- their grin was too wide, their teeth a touch too long. More noticeably, their skin was covered in what looked like cracks, all filled up with something red and oozing that might have been blood if it didn’t turn black when it hit their skin.

Behind them, a storm raged over the city, pitch black blocks of stone falling and crushing buildings only to build them back up in mock replicas of the originals.

“Do you know what I’ll do when I finally kill you?” the thing asked, voice echoing against the buildings. It leaned forward, pressing a foot on Hero’s chest.

From Hero’s groan, they were either already hurt or the thing was a lot heavier than it looked.

“The city won’t have it’s shining defender anymore, but it’ll have me. And I’ll remake this whole place just like me- such a pretty city.”

Hero screamed as it pressed harder, and their chest caved in.

Villain ran out from their hiding place, pulling out a gun and firing at the monster.

It turned, leaving Hero’s limp corpse- body, Villain thought, body- in the street, and tilted its head at Villain. “Bullets aren’t going to do much,” it said, still using Hero’s voice. “But you have my attention.”

Villain stepped forward, shooting again. “Bullets usually work,” they replied, “Magic or immunity, getting your brains blown out puts a damper on the day.”

It cocked its head again, and a tentacle lurched out and wrapped around Villain’s bare wrist. It released them in an instant, returning to cover the body.

After a moment, the ooze receded, but the body still looked like Hero.

“Trying to copy me?” Villain asked. “’Cause I’m afraid to tell you this, but that’s not gonna work on me.”

It snarled, trying again.

“Like I said,” Villain shrugged, “It’s not gonna work. Immunity comes in handy sometimes- magic stuff, though-” they held up the gun- “it has its limitations. And apparently you are not one of those! So let’s try again.”

They unloaded the gun into the thing’s head, which made it take stumble back at the sheer force.

Villain reloaded the gun.

It looked at him, shock written over Hero’s face, as well as a look Villain had seen just the week before.

Fear.

It backed away, retreating into the clouds at the edge of the city.

Villain ran over to Hero’s body, frantically searching for a pulse, almost bursting into tears when they felt it beating faintly against their fingertips.

They had some work to do.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #hero #villain #creative writing #snippet #story snippet #no editing we die like caleb widogast's family #sorry cr fans #everytime someone makes a family barbecue joke I gasp bc too soon #it's always too soon

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bluegarners · 3 years

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“I have your loved one” with Dick and Jason?

heyyy, it's finally here haha! i'm slowly getting to each request lol

here it is on ao3

I Have Your Loved One

It’s Thursday.

Time: 23:47, or 11:47 p.m.

Bludhaven has hit a rough patch in its weather, a vicious storm battering against thin windows and overflowing gutters and drains. It’s one of those storms that brings in the water but no lightning, dark clouds blanketing the entire sky, remorseless and relentless in its pursuit of smothering any light from escaping. The clouds don’t muffle anything though, perhaps amplifying instead the downpour that floods through Bludhaven’s streets and alleyways. Its citizens like to think this is a New Jersey hurricane, freshly mutated and traveled from the east coast into their humble, mildew covered city.

Dick likes the rain. Likes the way it pounds against his apartment, screaming to be let in but just barely warded off by seven inches of concrete and steel. The blinds are closed against the windows, and he has towels pushed up against the sills just in case the sealing lets up. Even if they were open, Dick is sure all he would see is another wall of gray and black, dozens of delicate raindrops splattered against his windows.

Because of the storm currently wreaking havoc in his city, Dick has elected to stay indoors for the time being. Eventually, the rain will let up, its pattern being close to about 05:00, and then he’ll suit up and do a quick patrol before work. For now, he’s content with sitting on his couch and listening to the water smack against the old building and run rivers down the sides. He’d like to sleep through it, a free white noise service at the ready, but his mind simply refuses to allow him to rest just yet. In a few hours, he’s sure he’ll come to hate himself for not taking NyQuil or some other drug to help him fall asleep, but for now… Well, it’s nice. The rain is nice. It’s also very loud.

He misses the first call.

His phone is face down on the kitchen table, about eight feet away from where he lays on the couch, mindlessly staring up at the ceiling. It vibrates, buzzing for thirty seconds, before falling silent.

He misses the second call too.

Thunder rumbles through the black sky, its force shaking the windows and only encouraging the downpour. His phone buzzes again during it, quieting after another thirty seconds.

Dick hears the third call. Hears the tail-end of the buzzing, getting up from his position on the couch and padding over to pick up his phone only to miss the last few seconds. He unlocks his phone, checking the number, and feels something cold settle into his gut when he sees no caller ID. It’s the same person though, all three times, but no voicemail.

He’s about to call the number back, just in case it’s someone he knows and they’re ringing from a payphone or something else, when the no caller ID flashes across his screen for the fourth time.

Dick answers on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Is this Richard Grayson?”

“Yes, that’s me. Who is this?”

The voice is feminine, a slight, western accent, longer o’s and a faint drawl. Somewhere from Arizona most likely. Lower register too. Older woman, mid-to-late fifties. Smoker.

“That’s good. I was starting to think I had the wrong number, Richard.”

“Yeah, sorry, I just didn’t have my phone on me. You didn’t say earlier, but who is this?”

“That doesn’t matter too much right now. What does matter, though, is this.”

She pauses. There’s shuffling he can hear on the other side. A faint, second voice in the background. No, three voices. At least two others in the room with the woman. He can hear the sounds of an air condition unit rattling.

“I think you might’ve cut off there. What were—”

“I have your loved one, Richard.”

Lightning cracks through Bludhaven.

His stomach falls onto the floor, pooling around his ankles. The storm outside grinds to a halt, the quiet louder than any thunder it’s ever managed to produce, and there’s a high pitched ringing reverberating inside his skull. Dick thinks he might be sick.

“What?” he chokes, the air in the room suffocating and weighing down his lungs. “What did you say?”

“I have your loved one,” the woman repeats, calm and slow. “Your brother, actually. Then again, he tells me you aren’t related by name nor blood, so we’ll settle for a loved one.”

“What do you want?” Dick demands, already scrambling to get to his computer, find where they’ve taken Jason. Find his brother.

“He did say you weren’t one for small talk,” the woman carries on, unhurried and unconcerned. “Your brother isn’t either, hardly said a word all this time.”

“Can I speak to him?”

There’s a small huff on the other end of the call, exhalation and a sigh leaving the woman’s mouth. A cigarette. She’s smoking during this conversation, blowing the smoke into the receiver.

“I don’t know,” she finally answers. There. Dick has his general location. Still in Gotham. He needs the tracker to be more precise though. It’s taking time though. Too much. “Your brother here was pretty convinced you wouldn’t answer after his daddy didn’t pick up. Cried pretty hard about it too.”

“What are you talking about?” Dick grounds out, fearing his phone will crack with how tightly he’s gripping it.

“Well, you weren’t our first choice to call, Richard. I’m sure you understand.”

Dick says nothing, focused on the computer screen in front of him. He should contact Barbara. This would be faster with her. Faster to find Jason.

“We called about seven times,” the woman continues, blowing another puff of smoke out into the phone. “Isn’t that right, boy? We called and called and called. His daddy didn’t pick up once, went straight to voicemail each time. A shame, really.”

There’s a sniffle on the other side of the call and Dick’s heart seizes when he realizes it’s probably Jason.

Batman was currently off-world, all communication with him being strictly between Justice League lines. Bruce Wayne was somewhere in the Bahamas, partying with Italian models and Spanish actresses.

Of course he wouldn’t pick up.

“Can I please talk to him?” Dick asks for the second time, fisting a hand into the couch cushions. “Please, I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

More smoke. “I’ll ask him.”

There’s a muffled thud, the phone most likely having been put down, and quiet voices filter through the line. He can’t hear much of what they’re saying, short bursts of comprehensible syllables before fading back to unintelligible noises. His computer dings with a response from Barbara. She’s going to use one of the J.L satellites to better pin-point Jason’s location. She’s also in communication with the police, reporting a child-abduction.

Keep them talking, she writes. Everything is going to be okay, Dick.

It feels like his heart is beating in his throat and his tongue has swollen to the size of a bowling ball. The storm outside is unrelenting. Lightning hasn’t struck again.

There’s more movement on the other side, clattering and scattered noises. The phone’s been picked up.

“Alright,” the woman says, raspy and uncaring. “The boy says he wants to talk to you, Richard.”

Dick holds his breath, waiting. There’s more noises, a transfer he thinks, and another sniffle interrupts it.

“Hello?” a shaky voice asks into the receiver. Dick feels like crying.

“Jason,” he breathes. “We’re going to get you out of there, alright? You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m sorry,” his brother rattles, a sob latching onto the end. “I’m so sorry, Dick. I-I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” Dick shushes, feeling himself get choked up at the fear in the younger boy’s voice. “I know you didn’t, bud. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“No, not really. I didn’t think you were gonna pick up,” he admits, voice cracking. “B-Bruce didn’t. He didn’t answer, Dick, and I-I thought you weren’t gonna either. I-I thought—”

“I’ll always answer, Jason, I promise. I’m coming for you, okay? I’m going to come get you and we’ll both go home together. Does that sound good, Jay? You’re going to be fine.”

“Okay,” the thirteen year old relents. “You promise though, right? You’re not gonna leave me here?”

“No, Jay, of course not. I’m not going to leave you there, I’m coming to get you. Right now. I promise, okay? Jason, I would never abandon you. You’re my kid-brother and I love you. I’m not going to-”

“As touching as this is,” the woman interrupts, “I think that’s enough.”

“Put Jason back on the phone,” Dick snarls. “I swear, if you lay a hand on him, if you even touch him, I will end you.”

“Sure, honey,” the woman drawls, puffing into the receiver. “Here’s what’s going to happen, so I want you to listen to me.”

His computer dings. It’s Barbara. She’s got the location. It’s close. Not even twenty minutes away. Border between Bludhaven and Gotham. Motel next to the gas station connecting the freeways. Room 13.

He’s out the door and revving up his motorcycle before the woman has even taken a second drag from her cigarette. The rain is beating against him, gloomy street lights flickering through the shrouded dark of the storm. Thank god for Bludhaven sewers, only slightly better than Gotham’s. The water level is only a few millimetres high.

“Now, I don’t want to keep this kid anymore than you want him to stay here with me,” the woman drones. The streets are empty. Dick blows through every red light he comes across. The tires are new, the grip is fine. “So, I think we can make this simple.”

“What do you want?” Dick growls, transferring the call into his helmet. He prays she can’t hear the rain battering against it. “Just tell me what you want already and I’ll give it to you.”

“Don’t rush me,” the woman snaps, and it is then that Dick realizes that this is all probably by chance. This isn’t some criminal mastermind who plotted to find and kidnap the son of a billionaire. This isn’t a case of a rogue villain piecing together vague details and figuring out Batman and company’s identities. It’s simply someone desperate. Someone who saw the opening and took it. The poor planning is evident, practically spelled out in bold print that these people have no real idea what they’re doing.

“Sorry,” Dick bites out, veering through a short-cut that says, in neon orange, Danger. Construction Zone. “Please continue.”

The woman on the line is vindictive though, choosing to remain quiet as the sound of a lighter clicking open tinnies through the call. She takes her time lighting a new cigarette, taking a long, slow drag and holding it in for a few seconds. Dick jerks his bike to the right, narrowly avoiding a large pothole. A passing car blares its horn at him. Finally, the woman exhales. He can hear Jason cough in the background.

“What I want,” she starts, a new color of intrigue hitting the back of her throat. He’s barely ten minutes away now. Could probably half it if he took more backstreets and increased his speed. “Is for my son to be released from prison.”

“Who is your son?” Dick asks, cursing silently as his back tire skids, hydro-planing for a moment. Thunder crashes above him and the rain continues to pelt at his body. It feels like getting hit with a paint-ball gun.

“Landon Jennings. I want you to get him released. I know you have the access to lawyers, probably have debts owed to you from people in high places. I want him released tonight.”

Time: 00:14.

01:14 a.m standard time.

“I can do that,” Dick says, heart beating faster as he sees the sign for the motel, dim in the gray, “but I’ll need a few hours. I need to contact my lawyers. Where is your son stationed?”

An icon appears in the front of his digitized visor. It’s Barbara. She sees him closing in. Police are on route. Seven minutes out. He has the option to wait on them and keep the kidnappers on the line.

“Same place they all go,” the woman barks. “Use that head of yours and figure it out. I want my son out by tonight, or you’re not going to see your brother again. And,” she rushes, “I don’t want the police involved. If you call them, I’ll know, you understand? I don’t want to hurt the kid, but I’m not scared to. My husband is here with me too, so if you try and—”

Okay, so waiting isn’t an option. He’s going in.

“No police,” Dick interrupts. “I understand. Please, don’t hurt him.”

“If you just do what you’re told, then I won’t have to.”

“Thank you,” Dick whispers, gently getting off of his bike and leaving it on the side of the road. He can’t chance them seeing him pulling into the motel lot. “You said your son’s name was Landon? If you don’t mind me asking, what is he charged with?”

“Why do you need to know?”

Dick jogs towards the motel, careful to stay out of direct light. The general office looks closed. Most of the windows facing the lot are shielded by salmon colored curtains. There’s only one floor, thankfully. Dick sees door 13. He’s shaking. His fingers are numb.

“My lawyers said they need to know in order to file for a judge to repeal his sentence.”

“Is that so?” the woman asks, suspicion tailing her voice. She takes a drag from her cigarette, contemplating. Dick’s clothes are soaking wet and he cringes every time his shoes squelch against the concrete. He decides crawling is best, ducking under windows and avoiding peepholes. “Fine then. Landon got falsely accused of statutory rape and breaking and entering. Is that what your damn lawyers are looking for?”

“Yes,” Dick breathes. He’s at door 10. He can see a faint glow coming from behind the curtains of room 13. He’s so close. “Thank you.”

He taps on the side of his helmet, sending a series of numbers that he’s sure Barbara will understand.

23-26-8-37

E-N-T-R

He can’t wait any longer.

While crawling, Dick made sure to get a good look at the motel’s doors and hinges. They’re standard, and though both Gotham and Bludhaven tend to have better locks than most other cities, Dick recognizes the model of the door and the wood it’s made out of. They’re thin enough for him to ram through. The hinges on the sides are rusted over as well, and Dick thinks they might just be weak enough to break. The windows however. The windows are his best bet. He doubts this kind of motel invests in bullet proof glass, and on some of the sills, he can see water damage. They leak. Poorly made. Meaning, if he ran at them, he could break through pretty easily.

But, if that doesn’t work. Or if he’s not fast enough to get on his feet once in. Or if the window is directly in front of Jason and the glass breaks all over him. Or if—

Stop. He can’t think about the what-ifs right now. Dick knows he can do this. Knows how to do this. There isn’t any more time to wait. He promised he would get Jason out of there, and goddamnit, he’s going to keep his promise.

“You’re being really quiet,” the woman mutters. “What’s going—”

Dick takes a deep breath and tenses. The light behind the curtain flickers. He needs to move. Now. Now.

Lightning splits across the sky and Dick can’t tell if it’s the glass shattering or the thunder that makes the other-worldly crack but it doesn’t matter because Dick lands feet first and is tucking and rolling before the occupants have a chance to react.

“Oh my god!” someone screams, but Dick isn’t paying attention to them because his gaze zeroes in on his brother, tiny, thirteen year old Jason, who’s tied up on one of the beds and staring right at him.

He can’t linger long though because he hears the words, “Get the gun!”, and he’s up on his feet again, rushing the closest person. It turns out to be the husband, a balding man with a patchy neck-beard, and Dick bunches up his fist and swings, socking the man in the stomach. He doubles over, wheezing, and Dick can see the small pistol in the man’s right hand, and Dick strikes down on his shoulder, kneeing him simultaneously. The pistol drops and so does the man, groaning, and Dick turns to the woman, who is staring at him like an animal cornered.

“Don’t come any closer!” she yells, pocket knife trembling in her grip as she shoves it in Jason’s face. “I’ll stab him, I will!”

Dick holds up his hands, sidestepping the groaning man. “Put the knife down.”

“No!” the woman argues, a strand of black hair falling into her mouth. “Now I told you- stay there! Don’t fucking move or I’ll kill this kid, you hear! I’ll fucking slice his throat open!”

With how scared the woman is, and how precarious she holds the pocket knife, which Dick can see is dull even from where he’s standing, he knows it’s not an idle threat. Scared people will do anything to get out of the situation they’re in. Scared people are unpredictable and dangerous.

But so is Dick.

So is Jason.

“I’m not going to move,” Dick reassures, eyes flickering towards his brother, “so, please, drop the knife. We can talk this out.”

“Talk?” the woman shrills, jerking the knife closer to Jason’s jawline. “You just killed my husband!”

“I didn’t kill him,” Dick corrects. “He’s just unconscious. Come on now. It’s just you and me. Let’s talk this over. I can still get Landon out if you give me back my brother. It’s as easy as that, alright? Just put down the knife, and we’ll talk. Does that sound okay?”

The woman looks like she’s considering it, the hand holding the knife still trembling, when the first sirens enter the lot. Red and blue light flash through the broken window as rain seeps into the curtains.

“You rat!” she screams, furious and terrified and desperate all at once. “You fucking called the cops! You broke—”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish before Jason snaps his head back, headbutting the woman directly in the nose. He falls to the side, getting out of range of the knife, and Dick takes his cue, leaping forwards and gripping the woman’s wrist and squeezing, weapon falling from her grasp. There’s blood spurting from her nose and Dick throws her to the floor, getting her on her stomach and hands behind her back. He sits on top of her, his weight overpowering any strength she has left, and in the next few seconds, police are banging on the door.

“This is the GCPD! Open up and put your weapons down!”

“You can come in!” Dick shouts, holding the squirming woman in place. “We’re unarmed!”

Things happen quickly after the door bangs open, several officers pouring in like the Bludhaven storm. As soon as an officer handcuffs the woman he’s on top of, Dick is rushing to Jason’s side, another officer cutting away his bindings. His younger brother turns to him, about to say something, but Dick cuts him off with a crushing hug, cradling the back of Jason’s head to rest against his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” Dick whispers, gathering his brother more fully into his arms. “I should’ve been there sooner. God, Jason, I’m so sorry.”

“I-I thought you weren’t going to come for me,” Jason confesses, hiccuping. “When Bruce didn’t pick up, I thought it was because he didn’t want me anymore. I-I told her that, I told her Bruce wasn’t coming but she wouldn’t listen and-and I—”

Dick wraps his arms more securely around the sobbing preteen in response, gently rocking back and forth as the mattress springs squealed under the pressure.

“I know I haven’t always been around,” he says, uncaring about the snot dribbling into his shirt, “and I’m sorry you thought you couldn’t rely on me to come and get you. You’re my brother, though, and I will always come running when you call. No matter what. I promise, Jay. Anywhere, anytime, I promise I’ll be there. Okay?”

“Okay,” Jason wheezes, the adrenaline from before slowly releasing its hold. “I trust you.”

Dick presses his face into his brother’s hair, relief washing over him as his heart slows. He’s never had a sibling before. Things were still tense with Bruce, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a big brother. There isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for this kid in his arms right now.

“What’re brothers for, right?” he mumbles.

The rain doesn’t stop and pours and pours and pours. Dick just holds Jason tighter.

The real storm was over.

Five months later

It’s Thursday.

Time: 11:47 a.m.

The stone is nice. White marble. Shiny. Expensive.

There are fresh flowers. Roses and yellow daisies. The dirt is still new too. Evidence of freshly upturned earth. Dick reaches down and pulls out a weed that’s sprung up at the corner of the stone. Tosses it away.

He doesn’t have flowers. He has a newspaper in his left hand. Reads: Mourning billionaire sets off on trip to Europe.

Jason died a month before he got back from across the universe.

Anywhere, he had said. Anytime. I promise I’ll be there.

He crumples the newspaper into a tight ball and shoves it into his pocket. Stares at the stone. The sun is out. There are no clouds in the sky. It’s nice.

It’s a nice day.

“Fuck,” Dick mutters, a familiar burn in the back of his eyes. “Fuck.”

Anywhere, anytime.

Dick Grayson is an only child once again.

#bad things happen bingo #i have your loved one #dick grayson #dick grayson is nightwing #nightwing #jason todd #jason todd is robin #robin #hurt/comfort #angst #kidnapping #well the hurt/comfort didn't really work out in the end but eh #my fic

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tetralea · 3 years

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Hey heyyy I love ur writing!!!

Could u nah e write a fluffy oneshot either for Tom or Harrison whatver u want where maybe they are over at the readers house and the readers parents are like the worst ever, and just real mean to her and as soon as they either go into her room or at home he’s really sweet and caring and tells her sweet things

Sorry I’m in need of fluff xxxx

Hi! Thank you, I’m happy you enjoy my writing! :)

So my turnaround time is usually not this fast but last night I had a bit of extra time to do this. I decided to go with Tom for this and it’s kind of college AU.

On another note I hope you’ll like it, it was a tough one for me for several reasons, mostly the parents aspect. I hope everything is okay with you tho. 😘

Bringing Tom to your parent’s house was never an easy task. Being at your parent’s house wasn’t an easy task in general. Somehow, for some reason, you couldn't do anything good lately. It was the worst, and you couldn’t wait to get out of there. It was only two weeks now until your semester ended and that was the only thing you could think of. At the end of it you could move out again. You lived in a dorm before sharing a small room with him and a small apartment like space with another couple. It was before he left to a semester abroad and you were left with no roommate, so you decided to move home and save up a little for the rent for an apartment for just the two of you. It seemed like a logical decision, but it was hell. Now with Tom back already occupying the tiny, cosy flat it was even worse, but moving with all your exams, homework and essays going on were impossible.

‘Lunch is ready.’ Your dad stepped into your room without knocking or announcing himself. After his grumpy grunt he closed the door faster than you could have started to complain about the invasion of your privacy.

It shouldn’t have been this difficult, right? Just to knock on the god damn door. Not like you two were doing anything like that. Tom was lounging on your bed softly massaging your feet until you sat in a rather odd position at your desk trying to finish you essay in time. Studying together was your thing, you got used to it very fast in the dorm and you missed it terribly until he was away.

‘Why he is like this?’ It didn’t take much to you to slam the computer down, flopping onto the bed next to Tom, looking at him pouting.

‘I don’t know, love.’ He pulled you closer, circling his arms around you, holding you flush to himself kissing the top of your head trying to soothe you. ‘Maybe it’s weird for them too.’ His soft murmur and the gentle circles on your back helped a little.

‘Weird to lift his hand and knock?’ You sat up with a huff, still pouting and looking down at the brown haired boy.

Tom’s apologetic grimace and little gesture made it obvious that he was as clueless as you were.

The lunch was like a carefully orchestrated torture. After your dad criticizing your home attire, saying something about covering up more, your mom complained about the shift in your taste.

‘Now you are not eating this either?’ She squeaked rolling her eyes. ‘I swear to god, nothing is good enough for you anymore. Always on a diet, or not eating diary, when you were a kid, you had no problems with diary.’

‘I’m lactose intolerant mom.’ You sighed trying to explain it for the thousands time. ‘I can’t eat diary; it makes my stomach hurt.’ The answer was only partly true trying to spare everyone on the other details of your intolerance.

‘Nonsense! How come you never had a problem when you were a child?’ She pushed her own agenda a bit more. ‘You are just becoming a picky eater, what’s next?’

‘I don’t know, mom.’ Your tone was calm and tired, trying not to freak out and make a scene. ‘I’m not a doctor, if you want to know we can ask them.’ With a bit of an aggressive stab at your meat you took a bite on your fork trying to finish the part of the meal which you could eat.

Tom remained silent during the whole conversation, his eyes fixating on the plate like there was something very fascinating there. He didn’t dare to reach out and grab your hand or rest his hand on your thigh to reassure you, so trying his best he slid his foot to yours, crossing your calf over his shin, rubbing it up and down slightly.

To your relief there was a bit of silence after this, it was awkward but still better than the hurtful comments you sometimes got, unluckily to you it didn’t last long.

‘So, you two are going to get married too?’ Your dad’s voice was muffled by the food in his mouth, not even looking at you when he asked the outrageous question.

‘Dad!’ Your head shot up, looking at him with a sharp, angry look. ‘We are just moving together; marriage will be another step.’

You tried your best to remain calm, quickly glancing at Tom after your answer not wanting to look obsessed or greedy or talk about marriage without talking to him first about it, but he was on your side, as always. Silently. He nodded murmuring a quiet, yes, before showing another bite into his mouth.

The sound your dad made gave you the feeling like it wasn’t over yet and that it will just get worse. ‘Maybe that should come first, if something would happen during the living together.’ He commented, taking another bite, and gesturing around with it a little, still not looking at you, being visibly annoyed and frustrated by the very obvious fact that you were in fact sleeping with Tom and he hated even the thought of it.

You felt the blood rush to your face, not only from the anger now, but there was also a huge amount of embarrassment in there too. It was always an awkward and taboo topic in front of your parents. Surely you have slept with Tom multiple times during the course of your relationship, you loved him after all, but your parents getting to know about it and at the sheer fact being so obvious to them was another level which no one handled well.

‘Nothing will happen.’ You tired to gain back your cool, slowly sliding down on your chair with Tom in union.

Thank God this last encounter was brutal, ridiculous and embarrassing enough to make everyone just quietly finish their meals. The two of you were done first, quickly cleaning up your plates and running back to your room.

‘This was horrible. Why are they like this, Tom?’ The question was more rhetorical than anything as you fake sobbed.

Tom only sighed and tried his best to get over the horrid comments while slowly wrapping you in his arms. ‘I really don’t know, darling.’ He kissed the top of your head, tightening his grip when he felt you sigh. ‘But I love you, you know that, right?’ He asked with a small smile, trying to angle the two of you to finally be able to look you in the eye.

The puppy dog eyes you gave him and the pout was almost too much together, he hated seeing you like this.

‘I love you. Okay?’ He asked and said again when you didn’t answer. ‘And the faster we get to pack your stuff the faster we can get out here and can start our weekend together. Only you and me.’ He pulled you back to his chest, slowly rocking the two of you.

‘I love you too.’ Finally, a muffled mumble come from the direction of his chest where your head was reasting. ‘I love you so much, and I can’t wait to finally live with you again.’ Just saying it out loud made you happy, a small laugh erupting from your lips, breaking your tense demeanour finally.

‘That’s it, that’s the smile I fall for.’ Tom purred, his smile reaching his eyes, the small wrinkles you loved so much appearing as he was beaming at you. ‘I love you so much.’ He repeated it again, like he couldn’t believe it was all true either, like you were too good to be truly his.

With a giddy laugh you leaned to him pressing your lips to his for a small kiss. He was quick to reciprocate it, chasing your lips when you pulled away, taking them between his, sighing into the kiss when he felt you melting against him. He was kissing you slowly, like he wanted to savour every second, every little movement, every heartbeat of the kiss. It was longer than you expected but neither of you had it in you to pull away just yet. When the kiss ended, he stayed close, his forehead pressed to yours. ‘Let’s pack fast, I can’t wait to leave and have you all for myself finally.’

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#tom holland #tom holland reader insert #Tom Holland x reader #Tom Holland fluff #fluff #tom holland fanfiction

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moonbeamwritings · 3 years

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Heyyy! I love your writing! I want to request: #7 #16 #18 #24 from the injury list. With Kakyoin were like.... reader gets injured in a fight and kakyoin carries her, prerelationship! It’s a weird request I know.... THANK U💗💗

hello dear anon!! thank you so much!! it’s not weird at all! you honestly read my mind! i was just hoping that someone would request for baby boy noriaki! i hope you enjoy!! 💗

Kakyoin + “We need to get you to a hospital” + “I just need to sit down for a minute” + “It won’t stop bleeding!” + “I’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute”

Kakyoin liked you, that much he knew. He hadn’t quite put his finger on why, though he was positive he did. His lonely childhood often steered him away from affection and friendships, away from crushes, but he felt drawn to you in a way he wasn’t to the others.

He felt understood around the other crusaders, valued even, but with you, he felt seen. It made his heart flutter when you’d sit next to him at a restaurant or in the car. An energetic thrum that practically made his body shake.

So you can only imagine how utterly distraught he was at having to watch an enemy stand user deeply injure your abdomen, blood pooling against your fingers as you feebly attempted to stem the bleeding.

Body moving on autopilot, Kakyoin jumped between you and your attacker, quick to conjure an Emerald Splash, effectively ending the fight in a few moments.

His frantic eyes locked on yours as he turned to look at you, trembling hands reaching out to cover yours where they rested on your injury.

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

His tone warned that it was non-negotiable, that he was deathly serious.

You tried, and failed, to push his hands away from you, assuring him that he didn’t need to be so dramatic. “I just need to sit down for a minute,” you spoke as black dots started filling your vision.

Kakyoin’s eyebrows furrowed as he led you over to the side of the road to ease you down onto a bench, “You can't be serious right now!?” He watched as the blood just kept coming, emerging from between your fingers.

“It won’t stop bleeding!” At his exclamation, he started scanning the crowd, head whipping in all directions for any sign of the others, maybe one of them could talk some sense into you.

You, on the other hand, were getting more light headed by the second, futilely attempting to blink away the blur creeping into your vision. Again, you caught his hands in yours, trying to push them away, but he held strong, looking at you like you were the only person in the world.

“I’m fine, I can walk, just give me a minute.”

With your words, you moved to stand, knees shaking with the effort of the maneuver. Your vision swam.

Collapsing against Kakyoin, you gripped onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, hoisting you up to carry you in his arms, “you can walk.”

“But Kakyoin-”

“Keep your hand there and make sure to keep up that pressure. I’m going to go find the others.”

You nodded absently, desperately attempting to keep your eyes open.

The voices of the others were garbled, sounding far away and muffled as Kakyoin caught up with them, offering them a rushed explanation as to what happened.

They were quick to get you loaded into the car, careful not to move you around too much. You remained pressed close to Kakyoin through it all, his hands replacing your own as they put pressure on your abdomen.

“You’re doing great. We’ll get you patched up in no time. Sounds pretty good, right?”

“Mhm.”

As he watched you settle in his arms, trying to keep yourself awake by playing with the sleeve of his uniform, Kakyoin vowed to never let you get hurt again, not if he could help it.

#injured meme #drabble #noriaki kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin imagine #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #i love this man your honor #im so glad this anon asked lol i was literally like jeez i hope someone gives me an excuse to write for kakyoin soon #moonbeam answers

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smellsfaintlyofvanilla · 3 years

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Heyyy so yk I’m sorry for bothering you but do you think you could maybe do like a Ymir smut for a black Y/n who’s insecure abt being chubby and not curvy but still having yk...big honkers...it’s very specific but we don’t rlly get much attention as a poc:( you don’t have to I just wanted to ask

Big honkers it is :D

Also this is kinda short though (at least compared to how long I usually write these anyways) so apologies in advance :'D

Insecure

(Ymir x Reader)

AU: Unspecified

Warnings: None

Category: Smut, hurt/comfort

Summary: Ymir's s/o gets insecure during sex, and she's there to voice her support for them.

Words: 1.8K

Sensations of Ymir filled your mind, her fingers entwining themselves with yours, pushing your hand into the cushiony mattress. Her lips were soft and warm against yours, so different from her usually hard and closed-off demeanor.

Her lips detached from yours, and she took a minute to stare into your far-off eyes, before shifting slowly to plant a line of soft kisses from your throat all the way to your cleavage. Slowly, delicately, her free hand traveled to the hem of your shirt, trying to pull the garment off of you.

You felt your heart pick up a few paces and the blood rush to your cheeks as her hand slowly exposed your stomach—a sight you hated so much, looking at the extra layer of fat that lined your abdomen with disgust.

Your hand immediately left Ymir's grasp to swipe her hand away from your shirt, and she pulled away to look at you with confusion and concern.

Truth be told, when your lover had come to you late at night saying she had "missed you", you understood the implications, and were undeniably excited as she slowly threw you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. Yet, when her hands made their way to your sides, you couldn't help the thought that crawled up into your mind. The distinct, dreadful feeling that you were undesirable, and that your girlfriend, so fit and muscular, wouldn't want to see your body in it's entirety.

It had always bugged you. Every time you'd undress, you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, and a twinge of pain always made it's way to your heart. Insecurity.

"Is something wrong, Y/n?" Ymir questioned, dragging you out of your thoughts.

"I..." You wanted so badly to tell her, but the words couldn't seem to escape your throat. Instead, you turned your head to the side, refusing to look her in the eyes.

She shifted to straddle your thighs, sitting up as her hands fell to her sides dumbly.

Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Oh! Uhm... when I said I wanted to spend the night with you, I think we had... different things in mind." She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, a small blush rising up her cheeks.

"No, no that's not it..." You muttered, making Ymir's confusion intensify. Truthfully, you wanted it too, but your insecurity kept you from continuing. You were afraid—however irrational it sounded—that your girlfriend would find your body disgusting.

Ymir seemed to finally sense it, as her expression softened and she leaned down, planting a gentle kiss to your cheek before shifting her mouth close to your ear.

"Is something bugging you?" she exhaled, making you shudder.

She knew the answer. She had always noticed your insecurity, in the back of her mind. Like how you'd always wait until she wasn't in the room before you started changing, or how you hated it whenever her hands or head rested idly on your stomach.

She had always wanted to talk to you about, and to reassure you. It stung just a little bit to see how you looked at yourself everyday. But, she had no clue how to go about that conversation. Now, the opportunity had presented itself.

"Let me take a guess; you're worried about your size, aren't you?" She asked, surprising you with her bluntness.

"Th-that..." You muttered, unsure of how to respond to such a forward, yet loaded question.

Without saying a word, she sat up, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you up into a hug. Her right hand rested on your lower back, holding you closer to her, and her left found your head, leading you to rest on her shoulder.

"You don't have to worry about any of that." She soothed, sifting her fingers through your hair, dragging her fingertips down your scalp sensually. "I don't care what you think, you're the most beautiful girl in the world." She rested her chin on your shoulder, letting out a sigh as she leaned her head against your neck. "It always tore me apart to see you beat yourself up over it. You're such an amazing person, such an amazing girlfriend, I just want you to see yourself like how I see you."

You arms had been thrown around her torso, now gripping her just as tightly. A small sniffle passed your lips, and she held you closer at the sound, rubbing your back tenderly.

A few traitorous tears flowed from your eyes. Whether you knew it or not, you had desperately needed to hear someone speak those words to you your whole life.

"Shh..." Ymir cooed, comforting you softly while waiting for you to collect your composure.

Eventually, your tears slowed to a halt, and you swallowed a lump in your throat before whispering weakly.

"Thanks." Really, you wanted to say more, but you couldn't find it in you to say anything more.

Gently, she pushed you onto your back once again.

"Don't worry about it, Y/n. You know I'll always be here for you." She gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. "So," She smiled coyly, "Do you wanna pick up where we left off?"

You nodded shyly, and Ymir instantly dove for your neck, leaving a line of sloppy kisses from your bottom lip all the way down to your collarbone, and you felt arousal pool in the pit of your stomach at her eagerness.

Her fingers found the hem of your shirt once again, and she brought herself up from your shoulders to look you in the eyes. "Can I?"

You gave her a quick nod, perhaps a little too eager, and she slowly lifted your shirt off and over your head, before throwing it carelessly to the floor.

You shifted uncomfortably in place, but settled somewhat when her calloused hands grabbed your sides.

"It's alright, baby." She hummed, soothing the lump of anxiety that started to gather in your throat. Her hand slunk behind your back, finding the clasp of your bra, unclipping it and throwing it to join your shirt on the floor.

Hands immediately found your breasts, rubbing and massaging them as she leaned forward to continue kissing up and down your body. A whine left your lips as the pads of her thumb pressed down on your hardened nipples.

Her mouth trailed down your stomach until she was met with the waistband of your pants. Her fingers fiddled with the top button, gazing up at you for permission to continue.

"Mmh..." You sighed, turning your head to the side, embarrassed but undeniably turned on. Spurred on by the noise you made, she slid your pants effortlessly down your legs, moving them over your ankles.

She stared down at your panties with an amused expression, pressing two of her fingers against the soaked fabric.

"That really didn't take much, did it?" She chuckled, pressing her fingers further into the cloth.

Your hand shot down to place itself on Ymir's head, tugging slightly at her dark brown hair, undone from it's usual low ponytail. "C'mon, hurry up..." You whined.

She only laughed, hooking her finger around the trim of your panties to pull it down at a teasingly slow pace.

Ymir seemed to be taking her time crawling back up your body, slowly slinking up to place her head inches away from your core. Without any thought or hesitation, you used the hand in her hair to yank her mouth straight to your core.

Dazed, she pulled back and looked at you, to see that even you were a bit surprised by your sudden boldness.

"Eager, aren't we?" She teased, and you covered your face with your free hand shyly. "It's fine, though. Just tonight, I'll be nice and give you what you want, alright?"

Her tongue finally met your wet, aching core, licking a teasing, but deliberate stroke all the way up to your clit. You let out a quiet whimper in satisfaction, encouraging her to continue.

Her tongue was at your clit now, rubbing it in slow circles with her tongue and sucking at it, filling the room with lewd noises. You choked out a moan, and Ymir, seemingly spurred on by the sounds you were making, slid her finger past your folds. It slipped in all the way up to the knuckle—effortlessly, thanks to how wet you were.

"Sh-shit..." You groaned, a small sheen of sweat glistening your face at the sensations.

Ymir brought her head up from your core, using her free hand to rub at your clit, making sure none of the stimulation stopped.

"You really like this, huh?" She chuckled. "You're so warm and tight around my fingers..."

"Y-Ymir..." You moaned, all your insecurities (and shame for that matter) evaporating with the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling.

She only smiled proudly before going down on you once again, adding a second finger in your folds, increasing the feeling tenfold.

"Ymir... God, fuck—!" You moaned out, grasping the sheet with the hand that wasn't tangled up in your lover's hair. Ymir let out a quiet moan against you, the subtle vibrations sending sparks throughout your body.

You were already so close to release as you tugged on your girlfriend's hair desperately. Your legs tightened around her head and your breathing increased, dangling on the edge of ecstasy.

But, a deliberate curl of her fingers inside you cunt hit a certain spot inside of you, and all you saw was blinding white as your orgasm hit.

"Fuck! Ymir, k-keep going... please—!" You panted out desperately, practically yanking her hair in your bruising grip, causing Ymir to whine softly in your cunt. Your thighs shook and clamped shut around her head, practically suffocating her between your thighs.

You rode out your high against Ymir's face, grinding against it until you legs were too tired to move. Sensing you had finished, Ymir rose from her spot, appearing slightly bashful as wet juices coated her mouth and chin.

She gazed blankly at your tired, satisfied face, committing it to memory before reaching over to grab something to wipe her face with.

You were too caught up in your afterglow to notice what Ymir was doing, until you felt the mattress dip next to you. She had laid down next to you, getting situated under the soft covers.

You didn't acknowledge her presence verbally, instead wrapping your arms around her torso, pulling her closer to you as you rested your head in her chest.

"Tired darling?" She laughed softly, bringing a hand to comb through your now messy hair.

You gave a small nod, already feeling the grasps of sleep overtaking you.

She pulled your head away for a moment, kissing your forehead tenderly, smiling as her heart swelled with love at the sight of you.

"Goodnight, Y/n." She whispered.

"Mmmm... Night..." You mumbled into her chest, the soft rise and fall of her chest against you lulling you to sleep. "Love you..."

You had already fallen asleep now, but that didn't stop Ymir from planting another soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Love you too, darling."

I don't really like this one either whoops

I get so awkward writing smut sometimes haha

#aot #snk #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyojin #ymir #ymir aot #ymir aot x reader #ymir x reader

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sukiglycerin · 3 years

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starless fairy tales || keigo takami, katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: keigo takami (hawks) x reader x katsuki bakugou (gender neutral!)

* genre: it’s a sandwich: angst on the top, fluff in the middle, and angst at the end :) not fantasy DLKFSF IM SORRY

* words: 5.2k, somehow

* warnings: angsty, reader is wary of hawks at first, tokyo skytree!! so don’t read if you’re terribly afraid of heights, a reference to blood for a small metaphor, a reference to the league of villains ;P, cliffhanger ending that i’m not sure i’ll resolve

* original request from @bien-sur: hey, saw you wanted requests and I read through some of your work, really loved the Hawks one shot!! i’m a sucker for enemies who make out. i’m feeling angsty so uh maybe, if you want, a bakugo one-shot where he kind of uh cheats on the reader...? or maybe just hurts her feelings very badly? maybe the reader feels numb for a while but is comforted by Keigo, and the reader realizes they deserve better? so sorry if this is out of your comfort zone or it’s dark content(?) anyways I like your writing so i’ll read a few more of your works before going to bed :)) thank you, i appreciate u taking the time to do requests regardless of whether you do mine :)

* a/n: ENEMIES TO LOVERS IS SUPERIOR!! i was so excited to write an enemies piece with hawks. this showcases the soft, kind side of hawks so i hope you enjoy it !! thank you sooo much for being so kind in your request! this request is completely fine. i added much more plot than i’d expected, and learned sooo much about tokyo skytree. i couldn’t do infidelity because it hurts me too much and i love bakugou too much. i tried to keep the angst.,., but happy birb..,., this might become a multi-chap fic, as i do have a plot jumbled in my head because of the cliffhanger, and i’d like to develop more aspects of your request! for now, it’s up to your interpretation! biggest thing i got out of this: i now really, really want to go to tokyo skytree.

* synopsis: you had a fairy tale love with bakugou until your prince became the villain for vague reasons. in a moment of serendipity, you find a new prince, hawks, who just might take you high enough to reach the stars you’d so longed for. sometimes your dreams are only a train ride and a couple elevator trips away.

love was like a fairy tale. at least, that’s what you’d believed. love, with its ornate leather cover and soft golden embellishments. the pages would be worn but so cherished; the black ink printed in a pretty font, telling of charming words and whispered promises under the shining moonlight and twinkling stars. it was supposed to be your security, a castle hidden in the lush forest away from the horrors of the world. your castle would hold you and bakugou for an eternity, kept away in the pages of a pretty love story.

alas, even the strongest of castles fall, and the most beautiful of forests mangle. yours just happened to be a bit quicker. contrary to the illusion bakugou had painted in your fairy tale, your castle was not of stone nor brick nor iron. it was not of anything but sand, waiting for its turn to be washed away by the sea. your castle slipped through your fingers; the once elaborate stronghold now swept into the depths of the cerulean sea. what had once been painted seashells of wondrous hues and crystals that illuminated the night were now pebbles and corroded versions of things that had once been. it had slipped through your fingers so easily without a passing thought; now here you were, in your deserted kingdom, playing the fool.

like the sand past your fingers, love had once come easy for you and bakugou. it was always there, drifting in the air as you walked or swirling above your heads while you bickered. love was supposed to be easy, like how your hand just fit in bakugou's as if sculpted after many lives with him. love was supposed to be easy, like how bakugou aced his tests in school and nonchalantly taught you math so you wouldn't have to attend cram school. love was supposed to be easy, like how it had been for forever with bakugou. but your fairy tale was now coming to a close, velvet curtains falling and pages turning to dust.

you wondered if there were any fairy tales on the shelves of books bakugou had. contrary to popular belief at ua, bakugou was an avid reader. it was clear by the shelves that lined the wall in his dorm and the stacks of unread books on his nightstand. you never touched them, though bakugou had said you were free to pick them up whenever you wanted. the only time you’d touched a book from his bookshelf was when he pushed a book of yosano akiko’s to you.

the colored spines of the books on his shelf in your shared apartment all blurred like paint on a palette as you stared at them, bakugou’s voice becoming a fading afterthought.

“y/n? y/n, please…” the voice which had so held you in its tight warmth went cold and unfamiliar. a light flickered out in your castle, and so started the crumbling.

“say…” you started, your throat clogged with disbelief, “it again.”

“please, don’t make me…” his voice trailed off. you could feel his deep scarlet eyes trained on you. “i just…. i’m not in love with you anymore, y/n.” his voice cracked. “you’ve got to understand. please.”

your hand trembled in your lap, your vision shifting out of focus like a faulty camera.

“i tried to feel something, i really did. but…. i can’t.”

“how- how long?” your voice shook.

he paused. “a month… or two, by now?” he reached out to take your hand in his, but it no longer felt right. it was as if his hand was no longer yours to hold. you tensed, moving your hand away.

a light went out in his eyes as he understood and receded his hand. a tower fell in your castle.

“okay,” you said, turning away from him. tears dripped down your face silently and you quickly wiped them away with your sleeve. you stood up from the couch. “i’ll get my things,” you hollowly said, walking toward your shared room with him.

“you don’t need to,” bakugou said. the voice emitted from his throat was no longer his, but the shadow of a stranger’s. “not this fast, at least. don’t force yourself.”

“what makes you say that?” you snapped a bit too harshly. “sorry,” you added quietly.

packing your things was a numbing process. you left the photos of him and you on his nightstand, on top of his pile of unread books. you shoved it all in a backpack you had lying around; your clothes, your phone, your books. you took one last glance around the room and left. bakugou was still sitting on the couch wordlessly, not bothering to say farewell to you as you opened the door and walked out. not that you would’ve responded anyway.

you realized you may have made a miscalculation as you stood cluelessly in the lobby of the apartment building. you had nowhere to go. you fumbled with your phone in your backpack and pulled up your contacts. you knew of no one in your contacts who’d let you stay; they were either on vacation or far away. in truth, bakugou was your closest friend since childhood. he was your map, your guide, your destination; where were you without him?

the wind brushed your cheek as you stood outside the entrance, watching cars pass. the world felt so big compared to the mere side character of you, who buildings loomed over like menacing shadows. it was a somewhat comforting moment, being an alone speck in the grand scheme of things. like this, it was for only a moment you’d forgotten why you were out here in the first place. you’d forgotten the warm feeling that once nestled itself in your heart, instead enraptured by the freeing breeze that rustled in it.

red. then a breeze. that’s all you saw, eyes widening and stepping back. a man no older than you stood in front of you, hands in his pockets. vermillion wings protruded from somewhere on his back, arcing slightly over the man.

“heyyy….” he said lazily, shadows falling on his face. you started walking backward, hands discreetly feeling for the door behind you. “wait! i’m a pro-hero, i swear! i’m hawks, look it up!” he lifted his hands up in surrender, backing away from you.

“who…. what do you want?” you asked cautiously, hand on the doorknob behind you.

he sheepishly scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously. “i, uh…. got lost…. tokyo’s such a big place, y’know?”

“where are you from?” you couldn’t really discern anything of an accent on him, other than a slightly rougher tone of speaking.

“kyushu, fukuoka…” he gestured vaguely. that explained the slight accent. “i’m in tokyo for a bit of work. business trip, y’know how it goes. haven’t visited tokyo in a while, honestly. what’s a good place for a bite? a bird is starving.”

“uh… there’s a place down the street to the right…” off the top of your head, you pointed out a cafe you and bakugou had frequented.

“it doesn’t have chicken wings, does it?” hawks asked.

“chicken…?” you looked from him to his wings. “no, sorry.”

“don’t sweat it! ‘s fine. hey, i might as well treat you for wasting your time. where’re you heading off to? i could pay for a cab, if you gotta go.”

“ah, thank you....” you said bashfully. “i’m not really in a rush anywhere.”

“really?” he looked excited, innocently so, almost like a puppy. “can i treat you to something?”

“uh… sure,” you replied, strengthening your grip on your backpack. “sure.”

“great! off we go, m’liege!” he pointed toward the cafe and started marching. he was a sight to behold on the street, red wings standing out a mile away. you followed somewhat reluctantly, grabbing your phone to google exactly who the pro-hero “hawks” was. the name sounded vaguely familiar, but you weren’t one who knew their heroes. yeah, it was definitely him; what was your luck, meeting such a famous pro-hero on the street after being dumped by the love of your life?

he hummed a tuneless melody, turning to the cafe. he held the doorknob waiting for you, opening the door for you first. the homey cafe was decently packed for lunchtime, the quiet chatter of people filling the atmosphere. the scene reminded you of so many other times you'd gone here with bakugou; it gave you chills as you stood next to hawks.

"hey," hawks said quietly. "you okay? you seem tense."

you gulped and shook your head. "nah, i'm fine. just thinking about what to eat," you lied.

he nodded, seeming to buy into the lie. stepping toward the menu, he said, "the toasted sandwiches look good."

"uh huh," you agreed absentmindedly. your attention was on the bout of people who'd turned to look at hawks, some snapping pictures on their phones. he did stand out pretty well with his wings.

"'scuse me-!" a little girl, no more than 6 or 7, approached the hero. she had a distinctive accent; it was slightly hard to understand her. "can i 'ave a photo with ya?" her eyes got all round. "yer my big brother's favorite hero!"

"'course, darlin'," hawks smiled. his voice somewhat mimicked hers, his dialect becoming apparent.

once he'd taken a photo with her, more and more people started following suit, crowding him. you stood awkwardly to the side. some people didn't even know who he was, from what you could tell. you debated ordering a latte and leaving, but decided it'd be unfair to hawks. he was kind to everyone he interacted with, unlike most celebrities who just wanted fame and disregarded others.

after some time, the crowd finally dispersed, leaving you and hawks together.

he glanced at his watch. “ah, sorry, that took a while…” he apologized. “do you have somewhere to be? i must’ve held you up…”

“nah, don’t worry about it.” you waved him off. “i, uh, actually… was just dumped by my boyfriend…” you nervously shuffled your feet. “i don’t really have a place to stay at the moment… so i’m free the entire day, i guess.” you laughed nervously.

he blinked at you, bird-like eyes wide. “you must be starving.”

you felt your face warm and you laughed - this time, a real, genuine laugh that was a missed sensation against your tongue. “yeah. yeah, i am.”

“hey, dove.” his voice suddenly got close to you, gentler. “you’re crying.”

“oh…?” you felt your cheek with the pad of your thumb. “sorry. i have tissues in my backpack, hang on…” you unzipped the front pocket and started to rummage blindly through your belongings, groping for something vaguely feeling like a packet of tissues.

“here,” he said, handing you a tissue. you turned to him gratefully, accepting the tissue and wiping your face.

“it’s just… weird,” you said after a pause. “he’s been there all my life - my ex, i mean.” ex. such a strange name for the man you so adored; ex, crossing off the relationship you thought you’d built with him.

hawks nodded, guiding you to a booth in the cafe.

you continued, “sorry. you probably didn’t want to hear this today… you’re busy with your hero duties and whatnot.”

“don’t worry ‘bout it, feather,” he reassured you. “he didn’t kick you out, did he?”

“oh, no,” you clarified quickly. “i… left,” you said, abashed. “i shouldn’t’ve been so sudden, but… it was an instinct thing.”

“why’d he do it so suddenly?” hawks asked. “you didn’t see it coming, right?”

“no, i didn’t… but maybe i should’ve…” you think about the part couple months with bakugou. nothing seemed different - you’d gone on dates like normal and spent time together like a couple that loved each other. his interest in you never faltered and nor did the sparkle in his eyes dull; what had happened? what had gone so wrong?

you realize the silence that’s fallen between you and hawks. the hero was looking at the menu behind you intently.

“ham and cheese…” he muttered to himself. “no, teriyaki… so yummy… with coffee…” he suddenly seemed aware of your eyes staring at him. “oh, what did you want to eat?”

“i’ll probably have the teriyaki,” you said. it was your go-to sandwich choice at the cafe. you reached for your backpack to retrieve your wallet, but hawks stopped you.

“let me,” he said. “i already caused you so much inconvenience.”

“ah, okay…” you said meekly. “thank you.”

he shrugged. “what wouldja like to drink?”

“uh… orange juice,” you said.

“alright!” he saluted you. “your wish is my command.” he got up to order, pulling out his wallet from his pocket. the cashier was particularly animated talking to him, initiating a conversation about aerodynamics with the pro-hero from what you could hear.

he returned with the sandwiches (made at the fastest time you swore you’d seen them prepare food) and set yours in front of you.

“let’s dig in!” hawks said, biting into his sandwich. you agreed, taking a bite of yours as well.

“what’s your name, by the way?” he said in between bites. “i don’t think i ever asked.”

“y/n,” you said.

“pretty,” he commented. “i’m hawks.”

“i know,” you blurted. “i googled it.”

“you did?” his pupils widened. “what’d it say??”

“uhh…” you pulled out your phone, finding the tab you used to google hawks. you turned your screen to him.

he studied the screen. “not fond of that angle,” he mused to himself. “so, why’d your boyfriend dump you?”

you were taken aback by his candor. “he… said he didn’t love me anymore,” you admitted.

“all of a sudden? out of the blue?”

you shook your head. “he said he’d tried to endure it for a while.”

“how long?”

“a month or two,” you sighed, thinking about the sight of him sitting dejectedly on the couch this morning.

“he didn’t say anything before that?” hawks gasped. “the nerve. how long have you been together?”

“four… or five years now?” you’d been dating him since your days at ua, even when most high school romances - between childhood friends, no less - were especially rocky. he was your promised forever.

“and he gives up after two months?” hawks set his sandwich down. “wow. some boyfriend.”

“i think there was something more to it,” you said thoughtfully. “we’ve known each other for a long…”

“you still love him, don’t you?”

“i mean… yeah….” you hadn’t given it much thought; bakugou was a habit your heart couldn’t stop thinking about. it was like depriving your heart of oxygen: foreign and wrong. “i do.”

“i’m sorry, dove,” he said.

“your sandwich will get cold,” you said in an attempt to divert the conversation topic.

“you’re right.” he picked up his sandwich and started eating again, eyes still on you. “this place has good food.”

you hummed in agreement, distracted by the cars going by outside the window.

“where will you stay?” he asked, halfway done with his sandwich.

hawks voiced the concern plaguing your subconscious from the moment you stepped out of bakugou’s apartment building. it was definitely not the most thoroughly well-thought out plan, and you didn’t want to come back knocking on his door in the night. besides, you weren’t sure if you could stand being there again, in the presence of a liar and someone who felt so foreign to you. you wondered how much you truly didn’t know about bakugou; were there any other lies he’d blossomed behind your back?

you knew you might be able to stay at a hotel for a couple nights, but not for long. going back to bakugou’s place… as much as you so dreaded the mere thought, you knew it might be your absolute last resort.

“i’m not sure,” you finally replied truthfully. hawks appeared to have come to a conclusion of sorts.

“tell ya what,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “explore tokyo with me.” he took a bite of his sandwich. continuing, he said, “‘s not often the commission puts me in the big city. i’m off today, so…”

the offer was somewhat bizarre, but what did you have to lose? you agreed, under the terms you wouldn’t be out too late. as you walked out the door, you greeted the cool outside breeze with the hope this would help you put the past behind you.

walking through tokyo with a pro-hero proved harder than it sounded. for one, people kept approaching hawks; after all, he was like a walking light-up sign that said “LOOK AT ME!” with the size and color of his wings. after every time a fan asked hawks for an autograph, he sheepishly apologized to you, and offered two autographs to you. you always laughed and declined; the trip was a reward in itself, you supposed. each acquaintance made you appreciate all the responsibilities of a pro-hero. he was charming, though. he really was, so you didn’t mind.

“skytree! let’s go there!” was the first thing hawks had said walking out of the cafe. you’d been to the skytree a couple of times in your childhood, and it was a nice memory; the tall building stretching, touching the tip of the sky. your parents had told you that stardust flecked the very top of the skytree, for it was so tall. you’d never actually reached the highest floor; it felt like a distant fantasy, as you’d always get tired before reaching the top or circumstance would interfere.

it was a five minute walk to the nearest station, and it’d be another forty or so to skytree. hawks didn’t seem to mind, though, happily promenading down the street like a kid in a candy shop. he pointed excitedly to random buildings that you hadn’t given a second thought about and rambled about the facts he knew about skytree with an accent tingeing his words more than usual. he reminded you very much so of a child going on a field trip, and his giddiness only boosted yours.

“we’re here!” his eyes glistened with anticipation when you reached the station. you’d visited the station dozens of times, but looked at it with a new light when you realized how excited hawks was. “i’ll pay; i dragged you here,” he said immediately when you started to pay for tickets.

“really, i can’t-” you started, but he cut you off.

“let me. it’s my off day! please.” he took the two tickets he paid for. “here.”

“i don’t really have a choice, do i?”

“nope!” he was already walking away, smiling back at you and waving his ticket.

“hey- wait!” you started running after him. “wrong way!”

forty minutes later, two transfers, and one circle around the station in pursuit of skytree, you stood at the entrance of the tokyo skytree. hawks’ mouth watered at the sight of the line of restaurants in the breezeway you’d passed prior, and you had to stop him from ordering the seasonal special from mcdonald’s before turning to skytree.

“but you just ate!” you exclaimed as he stared longingly at the ice cream being advertised on a poster.

he pouted. “but i’m hungry…”

you took his hand (which momentarily shocked him) and guided him to the entrance. it was a bit crowded, but not overtly so. hawks was looking everywhere once you’d entered; darting from here to there, sometimes carrying small souvenirs or drinks when returning to you. you were out of energy by the time you’d reached floor 340, though hawks told you there were only 29 floors total and the name was referencing the height. it certainly didn’t feel like an exaggeration, your feet dragging on the ground as you stepped out of the oddly fast elevator.

you begged hawks to let you rest at the cafe you saw. the cafe felt like a little oasis of tranquility, uncrowded on contrary to the other floors. it was relaxing as you stared outside the window and up at the sky. it brought you to your parents words of stars and magic, though something as modern as the skytree must be strange to intermingle with magic. in the moment you were suspended; the still sky surrounding you and the ever-moving cars below. you swore you could just reach the clouds in front of you and float, so serenely in an eternal bubble of quietude to yourself. everything else was forgotten in that moment; things were the way they always were. it was always you, in the end.

after leaving the cafe, you watched people stand on glass flooring overlooking everything below. some jumped on the glass, while some frightenedly stuck a foot on the glass and jumped back.

“quite the view, huh?” hawks mumbled with a mouth stuffed full with chocolate cake. “i usually have to fly so far to get this view.”

you nodded. “it’s amazing...”

“so… where d’you wanna go after this?” he asked you.

“actually…” your thoughts went back to the stories your parents told you. “can we go up to floor 455?”

he showed a hint of surprise on his face. “really? i know we bought the tickets to do it, but if you’re tired, we can just go down.”

“no…” you cleared your throat. “it’s been something i really wanted to do.”

he took this answer and smiled, grasping your hand. “let’s walk into the sky!”

the train ride back did not go as smoothly as you hoped. the adrenaline of being 450 meters in the air had worn itself out, and the pitting realization that bakugou was no longer yours dawned on you. the sapphire sky in your fairy tale story seemed so far now, stars shattering and crumbling. you reached for a piece of a star, but each piece dissolved above your head, light that would never reach you.

“feather,” hawks said quietly. the intense look in his eyes looked like he was building up to something important.

“yeah?” you asked. you fixated on him.

“do you want… a badtz-maru eraser?”

you stared at the spiky-haired penguin in the palm of hawks’ hand.

“sure…?” you said. hawks happily plopped the eraser into your hand.

“feather,” he said again in the same tone. “you should visit bakugou, you know. tonight, to make things straight with him.”

that was what he was building up to. bakugou. you hadn’t dwelled much on the thought of the man; the skytree filling most of your thoughts for the day. but it was still light out.

“i know,” you replied softly, looking down at your fingers. these were the hands that held your heart as you gave it to bakugou, the hands that bakugou held tenderly for so many days and nights. they were the same hands that held your heart now, returned by bakugou shattered and clinking to the ground. the rest of the train ride was silent.

you could now hear your thoughts echoing around the train compartment, deflecting off walls and still making their way to your heart. you wondered what words were left unsaid by bakugou, painful truths untold hidden in the recesses of his heart. you wondered if he remembered how he’d first nervously asked you on a date in high school, words rough but fingers softly fidgeting with each other. it was in may, near the end of the day. he shoved a small box of chocolates towards you, muttering something about “weird hair” making him do it. he’d aggressively stuttered his way through a confession, barely making eye contact with you. the memory brought a fluttering to your heart, but with it came a sore pain for the first time. you wondered if he felt the same or if he was just numb, like how he now felt about you. what did it feel like to fall out of love?

you wondered if he remembered the many times he’d walked you home (only for your sake, of course, not anything else). you wondered if he remembered how fondly he looked at you then. his heart was on his sleeve during those times, the perpetual blush on his cheeks disclosing his very vulnerable feelings towards you.

even on the most draining of days, bakugou would always be there for you. even if his eyelids were closing upon their own accord and legs were sore from a day’s work, he made it a point to be there for you. while children might’ve had their security blankets, you had bakugou. your heart dropped realizing those days of coming home to bakugou were gone.

what had happened? now, you were alone on a train that felt so cold and without the love that had so warmed your heart. why had things ended up like this? why did you numb bakugou’s feelings so? the wave was slow at first, but once it had reached the shore, your tears fell hot and unyielding as you toppled off the edge of being okay.

hawks was by your side wordlessly, a wing around you and leaning you close to him. the feathers were soft. you cried unabashedly in his embrace, sniffling as he soothed you. you tried to say thank you, but all that came out was another sob.

your feet, on instinct, took you to bakugou's apartment without any problem. it could’ve been any other day; you, coming back to the apartment after running errands. it was your hand that hesitated as it hovered an inch away from the wood of the door, the only sign that something had changed. you liked to pretend it hadn’t. you wished that when you’d open the door, you’d hear a light chatter from the tv and a familiar voice saying, “welcome home, idiot.” you wished that the air that enveloped you as soon as you opened the door was that of liveliness and comfort, of warm orange and yellow hues. you wished that the atmosphere didn’t feel so dead, dull, and musty; you wish it hadn’t drowned in shades of blue and gray. you wished you didn’t have the key to the apartment still.

you wished that bakugou would say something, anything, rather than sit on the couch with his head bowed. you wished that you didn’t miss him so much and that you had him, all at the same time. you wished you turned back as soon as you heard the knob click and pushed open the door; you wished not to see all that you had in what was once your apartment.

you wished you didn’t revel in his presence next to you on the couch. you wished you didn’t almost lean into his touch because he was your home, and you wished your eyes didn’t well up the way they had. you wished to have sat in that silence for a while then up and gone; you wished he hadn’t said anything at all.

“hey, idiot,” was a cracky and raspy thing coming out of his mouth, words familiar but so foreign at the same time.

“hey,” was what you whispered back, quiet enough for only you to hear.

“where’d you go?” but it wasn’t a question, just a fragile plea devoid of hope.

“skytree,” and you felt you’d break the mood.

“did you reach the top?” his response surprised and killed you at the same time.

“yeah,” you said quietly. “i did.”

“alone?”

“i could never alone.”

“who…?”

“met a pro-hero by chance.”

“your true hero, huh?” it was a bitter tone, venom biting you.

“no,” and your heart sunk because it was the truth.

he scoffed. getting up from the couch, he said, “you forgot something.”

your eyes followed him as he disappeared into your once shared room. he returned quite fast, as if you’d left it on the dresser, carrying a decorated shoebox. you’d almost forgotten about it entirely, eyes wide as nostalgia hit you.

it was a memory box you’d made the last year of high school. it was supposed to be for school memories, but it really just became a box of mementos of bakugou. you could barely see the contents inside, too busy trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. you thumbed through photos and polaroids of you and him, some with his friends and some with yours. oh, what you’d give to have those times back. though it was all blurred, you could feel the moments so vividly: feel the cool summer breeze and hear the sound of people conversing with each other at a festival; hear mina’s excited ramblings and bakugou’s grumbling at the supermarket; smell caramel and vanilla at a movie night, pressed against bakugou’s body warmth. you dropped the photos back into the box and picked up a scorched pencil. a pressed rose. a neatly folded sheet of notes you’d sent back and forth with bakugou during class.

and then it was all gone, shutting the box.

“keep it.” you regretted the words as soon as they left your lips, but you wouldn’t take them back. you handed him the box, staring at the floor and wiping your wet eyes. the memories were no longer yours to keep.

bakugou was silent, taking the box and leaving to his room to put it away.

“is that all?” you tried to make your voice sound strong, impatient. like you had better places to be without him. you hoped he couldn’t tell how it was more of a beg to stay.

“yeah.” cold. emotionless.

you stood for another second, looking around. everything seemed different, as if the glass which surrounded your universe had shattered. “bye, katsuki.”

“bye.”

your footsteps were light, but each step felt weighed by metal weights. you wished he stopped you from leaving. you wished you looked back at him. you wished you weren’t crying.

you shut the door quietly, weakly, behind you. it all came out in the hallway, tears and desperate sobs. you prayed he couldn’t hear you; but you knew, even if he did, he wouldn’t care anymore. he was numbed, no longer the firework you’d known.

“hawks,” it came as a quiet plea as you felt for your phone and dialed his number. he gave it to you right before you walked into bakugou’s apartment.

“please pick up, please pick up,” you muttered, trying to wipe the tears from your cheeks as quickly as they came.

“hey, birdie? are you okay?”

“hawks,” you sobbed. “hawks, no, i’m not.”

“hey, are you still at the apartment building? i’ll be right there, chickadee, alright?”

you nodded, sniffed, then said meekly, “yeah.”

“stay on the line. talk to me, birdie.” his voice was soothing.

“hawks, it hurts, everything.” you felt as though you were pouring out your heart, spilling scarlet on the carpet. “hawks.” tears dropped onto the carpet. “hawks.” your knees almost gave in.

“what floor are you on, dove?”

“third,” you hiccupped.

“i’m right there, feather.” you saw hawks emerge from the stairwell. his hair looked windblown. he looked relieved to see you at first, then his face fell to that of sympathy. “oh, birdie,” he said softly, running up to you. “i’m here now.’

you weren’t aware bakugou was listening to you cry on the other side of the door as you sobbed into someone else’s shoulder, not his. with dark eyes and trembling hands he couldn’t calm, he dialed a number on his phone.

“well, tomura? i did it.”

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