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moxfirefly · 3 years

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Leo with prompt #8 please

Pretty pretty pretty please

With so many thank you on top. You're writing sends me into the best mood.

Aww shucks it always makes me happy to hear that!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Leo was an asshole.

Not just in general terms, an obvious statement that Raph could literally break his neck agreeing with you, but Leo was an honest to god asshole.

You wanted to throttle him. Possibly even slap him. Maybe knock over one of his bonsai trees.

Okay that would be cruel at the very least, guy loves his bonsais, but...

You felt another jolt rip through your body causing the drink in your hand to slosh about. Some of it spilled on the hardwood floor and by the looks of it Vern would have a coronary due to it. April placed a hand on your shoulder, concern in her eyes. “You alright y/n? You look a little in pain?” She was only looking out for you but the only thought in your brain was to just yell, ‘Leo is a fucking asshole’.

Speaking of said asshole, he was over by the billiards table, resting against it while Casey and Raph had their latest competitive bought. The blue banded leader was the very picture of innocence, hell he wasn’t even drinking the god damn boy scout. “Hey Leo, you ready to get your ass handed as soon I finish handing it to your brother” Casey rested his weight on the billiards stick, possibly another coronary for Vern who had them imported from some fancy woodwork place.

Leo was busy looking at his phone, his thumb running across the screen in a nonchalant flick. “Might have to rain check that one, Case” His expression was neutral, bored at best. “Oh come on man, my birthday my rules” The birthday boy in question frowned, even more so when a ball was knocked into the corner pocket where he was standing. “Sorry, chief Vincent has been texting me all night updates of a new case” He flicked his thumb more rapidly, Casey assumed probably pictures of the possible offenders.

“Are we working later?” Was Raph’s question as he lined up another shot, which Casey prayed he would miss. He didn’t naturally.

“I’ll let you know, but doesn’t seem so” Leo actually felt proud of himself, an honest to goodness lie out of his own mouth. You would be proud of him, if you weren’t busy glaring daggers at him.

The situation was the following, you had only yourself to blame, but it had occurred to you to incorporate some outside play with Leo. So, you had purchased a remote control vibrator, a fancy little egg shaped thing that was currently resting inside your underwear. It could be controlled remotely via a phone app and while Leo wasn’t big on public stunts like this, that reptile part of his brain was yelling in excitement.

Two hours.

Casey’s little birthday party had been active for two hours. Which meant a that Leo had been running dangerous circles around his phone screen and you were already forgetting how to walk and talk at the same time. Vern’s penthouse was a little more packed than the usual gang it could inhabit, a few off duty officers that Casey hung out with and knew the terrapins were there.

You had told April by now that your day of the month had come up and the cramps were just a little more harsh than usual. Knowing all too well those woes, she rubbed your arm affectionately. “You don’t have to stay if you’re too beat up” She was bummed out, it was fun to have a human female friend given her circumstances had her putting up with five testosterone filled men, four of which were literal giant turtles.

You shook your head with a smile. “And miss out on drunk karaoke? I’m good, I can handle- th-this” Oh that was dangerous, that was truly entering very dangerous territories. When your eyes landed on Leo, stupid smug brat with his pretty lips and holding his phone like the prized possession it currently was, you glared. Excusing yourself you made the slow walk towards Leo, he had been standing at the mini bar area (that you found clashed horribly in this man cave) looking quite proud of himself.

“I’m going to kill you” You stage whispered at him, a full smile on your lips. Your large terrapin boyfriend chuckled, phone at his side and his thumb making a series of swivels on it. A hand landed on his plastron, nails pressed harshly on the plates. “You look a little red faced, too much wine?” He turned slightly, reaching over the mini bar to grab a seltzer water.

“You are the biggest asshole at this party and that says a lot given that Vern lives here” The treacherous buzzing eased off when Leo took a second to unscrew the bottle of seltzer water. You took the opportunity to breath but just as he took a sip, he was back to swiping his finger. “May I remind you that you bought it and you told me to do this, I really don’t see how I’m the bad guy here” He left the phone on the small counter space, another brief reprieve.

“But if I’m the biggest asshole here, I guess I should live up to the title” He smiled, he honest to god gave you that typical sweet boy smile.

Before proceeding to basically DJ his phone screen with an index finger.

You pressed your face to his arm and prayed to god that, welll, just, fuck!

“Leonardo I can’t have an orgasm in public!” Your words were muffled by the skin of his arm, regardless the party was on full blast. There was a delicious thrill at the idea of it though, as Leo wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, you could make out just how much he had been enjoying this game.

He kissed your temple, nothing salacious about it, just a sweet peck.

Then his mouth fell closer to your ear.

"I don't give two shits that we're in public and people are watching."

Your eyes went wide, the intensity of the toy being put on full blast and Leo twitching his finger on the screen without any intention of letting up.

He hugged you closer to him, smiling against your temple as your grip became iron tight on his clothes. As the music got heavier and the chatter picked up, you did all you could do to muffle your moans of pleasure against Leo’s plastron, thankfully using the same thing to hide your face.

Because your eyes were rolling back and Leo didn’t seem to have any intention of slowing down. Even when Raph’s gaze landed on the pair, Leo just mouthed ‘cramps’ at him with a sad expression, the large brute made a sympathetic look before returning to his own on going conversation.

Only when he felt you start to tremble, incoherent babbling he could only make out to be begging, did Leo ease up to a soft rumble that only served to shock you from time to time. When you felt like your vision returned, you looked up at him all red faced and shakey breathing.

Leo petted your hair, smirking down at your slightly disheveled state. Surely this was going to be his favorite toy, even if it was currently back firing on him. He was hideously turned on and your warm body against him only served to make things worse for him.

But naturally you wanted some payback, since he had been a wonderful, delightful and merciless asshole.

“Sensei, please?” You whispered up at him, all pouty lips and innocent eyed. Inside you were grinning victoriously when he grunted and held you tighter.

Even when his eyes landed on the bathroom, you knew the real winner had been you.

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 3 years

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Yandere halloween ask yandere mad scientist! Bruno uses mind control chip to get darling to be the perfect spouse?

This ask right here made my mouth froth, I love Stepford wives so this ask just rolled along perfectly. Anyway enjoy!

This love

(Yandere mad scientist Bruno X female reader)

You had always thought so highly of Dr Buccirati, you were his apprentice after all but there were times that you thought he just went a little too far with his work and this was one of them.

As he explained to you about how he made a chip that could modify an animal's behaviour. How the chip was planted in the rat's brain that you were holding.

"See (Y/n), look at how tame she is now" he said as he petted the poor creature's head.

"What do you intend to do with what you have learnt?" You asked with anger in your words.

"I intend to have the chip used to help with the conservation of the many animals that are close to being extinct. The animals will have the procedure and be put into captivity, they'll have no more issues with stress or aggressive behaviours which allows for them to be safely cared for and less risk during the reproduction cycle" he explained.

"So what you are saying is that you're going to be suppressing their natural survival instincts so they become domesticated?" You asked with a bitter taste on your tongue.

"That's exactly it, they'll have a safe place to repopulate and have nothing to worry about" he answered as he expressed his delight but it only made you grit your teeth in anger.

"I'm disgusted by what you are doing! You're essentially performing a lobotomy on these poor animals! You're playing god and taking away the emotions of a living creature!" You yelled at him.

"I've helped you work on some crazy things before… but I cross the line here!" You continued as you put the rat down in her cage before folding your arms at Bruno.

"Come on (y/n), you're overreacting… what I'm, no what we are working on is going to change history. So many species will be saved from becoming extinct. we will be two of the greatest scientific minds the world has ever know" he held your shoulder and lightly massaged it as he tried to convince you that there was no wrong in it.

"I don't know why you insist that this is a joint effort but I don't want anything to do with it, if people figure out how it works then it won't be long before this is used on humans… how many corrupt governments do you think would love to have this kind of technology used on their own people?" You rebuttal.

you glared at Bruno as you could see his usually calm demeanor wearing thin. He had his hands gripping his short black locks.

"(Y/n) the truth is that I love you, more than I could love anyone else. I want you to be by my side and I want you to be my equal…" he as his grip on you grew tighter.

"You are so intelligent and so beautiful… I just want you to do your best" he continued.

You pulled away the male with a shocked expression plastered on your face.

"Bruno… I didn't know you felt that way about me but I'm afraid I don't share the same feelings, I just don't think the chemistry is there between us" you told him before you headed to your bedroom.

🧪🧪🧪

You had decided you needed to cut ties from Bruno and finally begin your own work. You don't think anything could keep you working with him now. You began to pack your clothes back into your suitcase.

"(Y/n) are you planning on leaving now?" He asked as he rested himself against the door frame, he seemed to have recollected himself but to you something was off about his almost carefree tone.

"I intend to leave tomorrow" you said as you sat on your bed and folded your clothing.

"Don't you think you're blowing this out of proportion, can't we put the breaks on just talk about this over some tea..." he said as he slowly drew closer to you.

"I understand that you're upset and I didn't make things much better" he continued calmly before violently grabbing your hand causing you to fall back onto the bed before you heard a metallic click. You screamed as you tried to pull your hand back to find it was handcuffed to the head of the bed.

"What the hell?!" You screamed at Bruno who was now on top of you.

"I'm sorry that it had to come to this but I can't let you leave" he said.

"I love you too much to let you go… you're too good for this world" he continued.

You felt your stomach twist horribly and your vocal cords seize up. Your eyes were wide with horror.

"I dealt with my unrequited love for so long, I tried to just to put my feelings aside for you but I feel like if I keep it up any longer I'll explode" he rambled you tried to push him with your free hand but he was quick to hold it down.

🧪🧪🧪

It had been a month since he'd locked you up. You were curled up with your knees to your chest, you could see every little mark he'd ever left on your body, you still felt the sting that each love bite left on your skin. Today was cold and the chain and cuff around your ankle made it worse as you shivered in a silk nightgown.

You flinched as you heard the front door open. You had hoped that maybe that was anyone but Bruno, someone that could free you from this place. You heard a pair of footsteps draw closer, your hope dying as the same pattern tore into your brain… you knew he was home.

"(Y/n) I'm home" his voice was cheerful as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry I was later than usual… I found so many things I thought you'd like" he explained as he walked in with a large bag in his hand before placing it on the bed. You were hesitant to look but his sapphire eyes stared at you in anticipation, making your skin crawl.

You grabbed the bag and the first thing you pulled out was a 50s style white and black polka dotted dress. You looked at Bruno with a forced smile on your face.

"Bruno this is really nice but I've never really been a fan of dresses" you told him. He didn't respond. You pulled out another similar dress before picking out various boxes with golden jewelry till there was one more box inside, however it was rectangular in shape unlike the others. You pulled it out only to gasp in horror as you gazed upon the packaging of a pregnancy test. You looked back at him.

At this point you knew something was wrong, your stomach was telling you.

"What's going on?" You asked him with shakey words.

"I just need you to take it" he responded.

"Why?"

"I need to know whether or not you're pregnant, it's urgent"

"Urgent, what's urgent?!" You yelled at him.

"You're being extremely vague, it's scaring me" you replied, unsure of what was so urgant. You really hoped you weren't, having to live knowing your child was of his blood.

"Just take it please, wouldn't you like to know as well?" He begged.

You had a bad feeling about this but if you knew now then you could try to do something about it if it did come back positive. You let out a defeated sigh as you unboxed the test.

"See you didn't need to make such a big deal about it dear" he said in a light hearted tone as he walked towards the bed and unlocked the shackle on your leg and allowed you to go to the bathroom.

You felt the relief wash over you as you saw the results. It was negative, perhaps you were getting yourself all worked up.

"(Y/n) dearest, what's the results?" Bruno asked from outside the bathroom door. You opened it and showed him, his eyes lit up with joy as he hugged you which was very odd indeed, you assumed he'd had baby fever… if that was the case shouldn't he be disappointed.

You recoiled as you felt a sharp jab on the inner side of your elbow. You saw the now empty syringe in his hand.

"What are you doing?!" You screamed as you stumbled back from his grasp. He looked at the syringe and let out a content hum before his eyes returned to you.

He contemplated on whether he should tell you or not but at this point you couldn't do anything to stop him so there was no point in hiding it.

"I remember back on the night you tried to leave fondly, in hindsight you gave me the most brilliant idea" he explained.

"That whole talk on how my chip could work on humans was really inspiring, so I'm going to do just that… if you won't love me like this, then I can just make you love me" he continued as a smile grew on his lips.

The shock hit you as he explained it all, it horrified you to imagine it. It shook you to the very core. Everything else seemed like a luxury in comparison to losing everything.

"Bruno, please don't do this! I love you so much!" You screamed as you draped your body over him.

"My dear I love you so much… I'll stay with you forever… I'll give you as many children as you want, please oh please don't do this!" You were practically sobbing as you tried to pull on his strings.

"I'll do anything for you, anything at all!" You continued as you felt everything becoming numb, he had you in his hands and he could do anything he wanted to you.

"Please Bruno, we can put this all behind us and start over… you never imprisoned me, you never did those things to me… we can be the happiest couple!" You pleaded to him as your eyelids grow heavy.

"Please… please… I won't be the same person you feel in love with if you do this…" your screams turned into a mutter and as you tried to fight off the deep abyss of unconsciousness you swore you could see a glimpse of your whole life with every slow blink.

🧪🧪🧪

"What you've made is amazing Bruno, you should be proud of your work" the man in front of Bruno complimented his work.

"Thank you sir, to be honest I wouldn't be here showing you this if it wasn't for my wonderful wife" he said as he beamed with joy.

"Oh, your wife must be an amazing woman to help you" the man replied.

"Yes she is. She always gave me the right idea when I was unsure, she'd be here with us right now if it weren't for the upcoming baby. She's just been so ecstatic about it since we found out" he stated as he had his head in his hand. He was over the moon with joy, he couldn't talk to someone without bringing up the fact that he was going to be a father soon.

"Oh congratulations, how long till it's due?" The male congratulated him.

"Oh it's close, we're expecting around October… It's hard to imagine that I'll be a father in two months"

"And how's the lucky lady feeling about this? My wife was pretty worried before our first" he asked.

"Oh she's been great, she's been taking it all in stride. I haven't seen her sick or having any mood swings like what most of us tend to expect" Bruno chuckled as he slumped back into his chair.

"We should probably get back on topic… I should probably explain how these chips work in detail"

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere bruno #bruno x reader #halloween au

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bullyhunter--69 · 3 years

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You're all I have, Bird Brain

Pairing: Big Brother Hawks x Little Sister Reader

Summary: You have to sit back and watch your brother fight for his life on TV, hoping everything turns out okay

T/W: descriptions of a fight and crying

A/N: I got this idea while doing my makeup and rushed to write it because I loved it so much-- I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

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A frantic knock on your dorm door took your attention away from the anime you were watching on Netflix, causing you to quickly get up and swing it open. Before you could greet whoever happened to be interrupting your binge watching, something wrapped around you with a worried whimper. Dark Shadow..?

"(Y/N), you need to come quick to the common room, Hawks is in a bad fight-" It was Tokoyami, and his voice matched the whimpers coming from Dark Shadow. They were the only ones out of your whole class who knew the full truth about you, and that's only because Hawks had scouted the both of you to his hero agency for the internships class 1-A had done. You had sworn Tokoyami and Dark to secrecy easily, the trust built between you 3 was something anyone could see.

Everyone could see why the now number 2 hero chose Tokoyami, but many were confused why you were scouted as well. The explanation you gave was, "Maybe he just likes my quirk? That's all I can think of." In all reality, you knew exactly why.

He was your big brother and loved you to death, and you were super ecstatic to work under him.

Your love for him wasn't unknown, your friends just thought he was your favorite hero. You had so much merch of him that Izuku's All Might collection was almost surpassed, and you were always seen in a Hawks hoodie.

The aforementioned Hawks hoodie is exactly what you had on now as you basically threw yourself down the stairs and onto the common room couch, right beside Kirishima and basically on top of Bakugo. The blonde was about to yell at you until he saw the tears already streaming down your face. The scene playing out on the TV in front of you was terrifying.

This absolutely gigantic Nomu was tearing into Endeavor and Hawks, regenerating after every blow the number 1 and 2 pro heros landed on it. It was talking-- strategizing against them. This was unlike any Nomu any hero had fought yet and your brother was one of the only 2 heros on scene.

Hawks had already lost a majority of his feathers from saving citizens and aiding the flaming hero at his side, and it was obvious that Endeavor was reaching the end of his fire power too.

Your entire body shook as your hands clasped themselves tightly around the red feather necklace you wore every day. It was one of Hawk's actual feathers- something Keigo gifted you once you got accepted into UA to show how proud he was of you. He could still control this one, but he never did since he viewed it as yours now.

Everyones eyes shot to you as a struggled gasp left your lips and you moved to sit on your knees in front of the couch. Hawks got hit, hard. He fell onto the top of the nearest building, next to no feathers left on his back. He was barely moving and his glasses were busted in half, his coat ripped up and forehead bleeding.

"K-keigo.."

Your eyes were huge, still streaming tears down your face. The fight your brother was putting up for his life had your attention fully captured, so when a hand was placed on your shoulder you flinched and finally let a sob out. You hadn't heard Aizawa enter the building, coming to check on you and Todoroki.

"(Y/N), it's gonna be okay." Aizawa pulled you into a tight hug as you continued to sob, fingertips numb from grasping at the feather so tightly. Finally, when you turned your blood-shot eyes back to the TV, Endeavor gave a final hit to the Nomu. He blasted it to pieces and was finally coming back down from the sky.

You were tense and silent until you saw both heros were being guided towards separate ambulances, your breath heavy as the cameras cut to just Hawks. He was talking to a paramedic and a police officer, beaten and bloody but alive.

When the officer was done with his questions, Hawks was seen pulling his phone out and calling someone. The news reported commented out of curiosity that it could be a lover, and everyone in the room around you besides Aizawa and Tokoyami assumed it was to contact his agency-- but you knew exactly who it was.

Your phone started to ring as soon as the pro heros phone touched his ear and you jumped for it at lighting speed. At this point, everyone was beyond confused.

Mineta made a joke about you having an affair with the hero, which was quickly cut short by a punch from both Kirishima and Bakugo. After the purple perv was silenced, nobody dared to say a word as all eyes fell on you.

With shakey hands you hit the green accept button and held the phone to your ear, small sniffles still escaping you. "K-Keigo, please tell me you're okay.."

Nobody could hear the voice on the other side of the phone but when you finally took a deep breath and used your sleeve to wipe your tears away, they assumed everything was okay. You continued your conversation for a minute before a loud laugh was heard from the other person on the phone, and this seemed to set you off.

"Keigo Takami, you know what I've ALWAYS said about using up all of your feathers in battle! It's not funny!"

This confirmed for your classmates who was on the other line, but not why you were the person that the number 2 hero had chosen to call.

"Just tell me what hospital they're taking you to, Bird Brain, and if it's the same one they're taking Endeavor to as well so I can let Shoto know. I'd rather beat your ass in person than over the phone for that ridiculous comment you just made-- Hey, shut up, I'm tired of always hearing about how great of a job Endeavor did when you almost got yourself killed!"

You had stood up at this point and were getting your shoes on, moving to the kitchen after your laces were tied.

"Just.." A groan left your mouth as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Please, be careful next time, Kei. I dont know what I'd do if something really bad happened to you. You're all I have, Bird Brain."

You collected up some snacks and drinks in a bag from the common room fridge, as well as some cookies Sato had made earlier that day for everyone to take to him. You knew Keigo hated hospital food.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, dont to anything stupid before I get there. You'll have more than just some missing feathers to worry about if you do. I'll see you when I get there. I love you Kei, bye."

At this point, all eyes were glued to you as you now stood in front of Aizawa and the entirety of your class. Your eyes landed on Shoto, though. "Sho, your dad is at the same hospital Hawks is at and I'm heading over now. Would you like to join me?"

Todoroki was stunned, to say the least. His, as well as everyone else's, minds were running a million miles an hour trying to figure out what had just happened on the phone between you and Hawks.

"He's in room 203, and as far as Keigo knows, He's not in horrible condition. Just really worn out with some wounds that wont take very long to heal. It more so took his energy than anything."

Your attention turned back to Aizawa and before you could even ask, he was already nodding and had placed his hand on your shoulder. "You can go see him, just be safe. We dont know if there's more of those Nomu out there and you saw how big of a fight Endeavor and Hawks had to put up. Call us if anything happens."

You gave Aizawa a big hug and a thank you before practically sprinting out the door.

Aizawa turned to his class as they sat in shock, Todoroki being the first to speak up. "Why did-" He was cut off by his teacher, who had his arms crossed as he surveyed everyones faces.

"Put it all together. 1. (Y/N) got in by recommendation. 2. (Y/N)'s last name is Takami. 3. He scouted her without her having bird like powers similar to Tokoyami. 4. (Y/N) is also always talking about him. Its obvious, Hawks is her big brother. I thought you all knew already."

Tokoyami spoke up before anyone else could. "I knew, but she didn't want everyone else to know. She didn't want to be known as just his little sister. She wanted her own name out in the world."

This caused the class to quietly talk to eachother about how it all made sense, and questioning others about if they had known. Aizawa walked up to Todoroki and laid a hand on his shoulder like he had done to you prior. "You're welcome to go see your dad if you'd like. Like (Y/N) said, He's in room 203 in the nearest hospital."

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satanic-assistant · 3 years

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Jeff and I got ready for bed together, for once. His "happy pets" as I have started calling Smile dog and Grinny cat much to their dismay, hardly ever let me see him without his jacket. Let alone his shirt entirely.

The happy pets were being suspicious; smile was a bit of a darker pink and smiling wider than normal a clear sign he was up to something, and Grinny cat wasn't being as much of a nuisance which made me think he was sick or planning something bad.

Jeff of course didn't notice, busy making"innuendos" that we both knew the happy pets would never let happen.

Getting in the bed was awkward to say the least, but we managed it with me hugging him from behind while smile was in his arms and Grinny was covering his feet, like a fuzzy rug.

It normally takes Jeff awhile to sleep but I put my hand in his hair and suddenly, gentle snores.

"you are so touch starved I swear, gum bug."

Making horrible but somehow cute pet names for each other was an inside joke, but got really mean about it sometimes especially when he was mad. He made me cry at least once and then his sadist would show, laughing at me and calling me even worse names. He never apologized for it, but I forgave him it was a joke anyway. Besides Jane walked in and threw things at Jeff and called him "twinkle toes" and he didn't let that go.

Eventually I got to sleep too. I was hoping for a nice dream, but then I heard an all too familiar voice.

"heeey there, ahem "gum bug" how're you, in my dream?"

When we heard Smile dog budge in

"the sarcasm is crippling, Jeff. Anyway Grin and I won't get in the way of you two's disgusting human acts."

And with that Smile was gone. I looked up at Jeff, who was staring at me with what can only be described as, embarrassment and obsession.

"what are you looking at-...."

I tried to snap him back to a conversation

My voice trailed away as I look down and see a very "suggestive" outfit. I look back at Jeff with the look reserved for Grinny when she tries to swipe a crispy chicken nugget from Sally.

He looks like he's fighting a very hard battle with himself, somewhere along the lines of; should I take what's been given to me, against staying in this relationship.

I tried to snap him back to a conversation.

"w- who does he think he is. We both know he isn't and can't be "fixed". So what does he mean "disgusting human acts"?!"

Jeff didn't answer, looking at me like "take what has been given" was winning. He never answered me which was very chilling to say the least.

I'm maybe slightly uncomfortable right now, I'm not really saving myself for anything or anyone, but Jeff is the kind of person you'd want experience with before trying anything out. For once he said something before me, surprising me.

"ahemmm anyyywayyyy maaaybeee we should try to wake up, though I doubt either of them would let that happen."

I kind of wanted to know what the huge change of pace was for so I asked

"W- what was that? The change of pace! One day I can't look at you without a jacket, next we have to bang!?"

Maybe I was getting hysterical but I was justified. Plus I didn't get an answer just a recognizing

"hmmmmm"

I'm getting hot and shakey now, it's a weird but exciting experience even if nothing happens.

"instead of doing anything I know I can't do, how about we just talk???"

I know he'll laugh at it but I know I can't do anything he wants.

"I guessss but you have to be in my lap, and I'm touching you. Not my fault we're here, but I'm going to take advantage of it."

I agreed and the night was eventful and slow thanks to smile's dream manipulation. We both laughed, I told him about how the twinkle toes thing made me feel, he still didn't apologize so I got annoyed at him.

"okay then Twink-le toes, see how it feels when I ignore you."

Tilting my nose up away from his face with a little puff of breath.

He grabs my face with two hands, not really helping his point, and drags my head to look at him. He was cute in some kind of e-boy or emo way, the thought making me giggle

"what're you laughin about Hug Bug~?"

I could only reply honestly through laughs.

"You look like a emo, or an e-boy, I can only see you with the-"

"I can see the-"

Bursting out into laughs again my throat almost hurting

"I can see the stupid little chains but they're coming out of your s- swe- sw-weater pocket-"

Crumpling up to hold my stomach I look at his face, he looks dramatically unamused, at least. I think he does it can hard to tell with out his eyelids and eyebrows sometimes. Nonetheless his face reads "I'm not humoring this shit, but it is kind of funny." Not being able to tell only makes me laugh even more. By the time I calm down my throat is sore and my stomach feels liquefied.

He starts saying something but I don't hear, so I responded with maybe the worst choice I could have picked.

"What did you say stupid e-boy?"

He looks absolutely enraged and I'm half afraid of getting hit, but as always he was just being as dramatic as possible.

"I swear I'm going to make you go to sleep whether you want to or not, Snot Cake."

I decided to try and match his drama.

"Oh my heart, it hurts. My vessel only used for love has been damaged to no end!"

We both continued one upping each other's dramatisms until we were yelling at nothing, I gave in because I knew he never would. I pecked a smooch on his cheek and lay down, my outfit finally changing into my own clothes signaling I was awake.

Jeff still sleeping soundly like a baby. I reached over and tried to pet his hair until Grinny walked up and demand that I feed her, I look at the near by clock it says 12:30 am. I have no idea how Jeff ever went to bed before 1:00 but I have a feeling it was a combination of be hugged for once and the head rubs.

"No Grinny it's nowhere near breakfast."

I was tired and could hear it in my voice

Grinny, being hungry voiced his complaints in BEN's voice.

"I am Hungry, I will wake Jeff up right now! Do you think I won't!? Watch me!"

I'm tired and not in the mood to hear Grinny's bs, responding to him saying.

"Do you want a treat then?"

Just to shut him up.

Both Happy pets shoot up at the word and get on to the floor ready to tail me until occupied with their late night snack.

I try to be quiet though for no real reason, most of the proxies being awake or gone anyway.

BEN was playing on his new nintendo Masky is cleaning up Hoody's room while Hoody watches. Toby is pestering EJ for nothing other than entertainment. Jane, Clockwork and the other grown women were out having a "girl's night out" which they deserve to be honest Liu, well Sully was out aswell but not for socializing, he was doing what most of the proxies did best, kill. LJ doesn't sleep often. The real concerns are Sally sleeping soundly and Slenderman passed out on the couch.

Sally is a child and Slenderman being intimidating, I'm a fairly new proxy and I don't want to piss him off too much.

I get downstairs and in the kitchen, very aware to be even more quiet than before. Getting the respective treat cans for Smile and Grinny, I prepare them and put crunchy treats on top.

About to put the bowls on the floor, Grinny plays another great prank knowing full well I'm trying to be quiet as possible.

"Heeeey We're hungry Ya'know!"

I shoot a begging look at the two of them before putting the bowls down faster and running upstairs.

Getting to the room without confrontation, I keep the door open, knowing Grinny will try to prank me again if I close it.

"hmm morning uhhh- busy bee. Where were you?"

Jeff's sleepy voice makes me fill with some kind of energy I can't explain. Swooning nonetheless I answer.

"Giving your asshole animals late night snacks."

I say in a voice more irritated than I meant to sound.

"ohh don't care, but okay."

He says with a smirk and a shrug. I pick up a pillow and smack him with it, making him jump and grab me by the waist, pulling me into his lap.

"Don't get so buzzy, Honey cake~"

I turn around and try to hit him with my hand only successful once on his thick skull.

"the damn cat threatened and then pranked me!"

I get huffy and try to melt out his grasp, again failing in that endeavor, again attempting to hit him.

"Come on slug bug, don't treat me like that."

The only thing that gets me to calm down is his voice. I push him into our previous spots on the bed only missing the happy pets. He doesn't fall asleep right away this time, but I do finally getting rest without two furry assholes pestering my dreams.

Scene sorry if it's hard to read, this is my first fanfic anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

#jeff the killer x reader #jeffrey woods #smile dog #grinny cat #mansion au #soft mansion au #soft jeff the killer #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta fanfiction #Jeff the Killer #jeff the killer

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rankdisasster · 5 years

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look what you’ve done

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

“maybe a billy one of the aftermath of the reader and his first big argument? maybe the reader gives him the silent treatment??? (locks her window so he can’t sneak in, goes to school early so he can’t drop her off) your choice if it ends fluffy with a make-up or angsty :”)) I always hate telling a writer EXACTLY what to do, but this was just an idea I had in my head ♡” requested by @delqcour

word count: 2,421

warning(s): swearing, arguing

a/n: made this incredibly dramatic and emo, wanted to give reader a valid reason for doin him the silent treatment, so he’s a giant slime ball in this one. definitely don’t fall for this irl, Billy’s emotionally abusing the SHIT outta the reader in this one. in other words, angst!!!! also girl don’t worry about telling me details for a fic, it’s helpful !

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You knew he didn’t mean to say what he said, but that didn’t excuse his actions. He crossed a line, and by the look of self hatred smothered all over his sorry face after the words left his mouth, you know he recognized how hateful and mean he sounded and he regretted it too.

“Don’t do that. Don’t pull that shit with me, Y/N. You know exactly what you’re doing, and I know what’s going through that head of yours,” Billy hissed in your ear, taunting you by getting up in your face, even laughing like a maniac as a scare tactic. Right now Billy looked like the poster boy for toxic masculinity and the green eyed monster. He puffed his chest out, making sure you feel smaller than him, and continued his accusations that went on for miles and miles.

It was quite the reach trying to punish you for touching someone else when he didn’t even have proper proof or any trust in you at all. In fact, it just sounded like insecurity bubbling to the surface that had been begging to be unleashed throughout yours and his entire relationship. The blonde backed you further into the corner of your room, wanting to put you in your place, make you feel intimidated. And you were. It was hard emotional labor you did, protecting him from others, but most of all protecting him from himself.

He’d been around the block before, cheated and been cheated on, and he thought in this critical stage of your relationship that you would’ve fled by now. That in this particular point in time it was make or break, so he chose the easy route; break. None of the unconditional love and care you showed made any sense to him, so he was on edge just looking for evidence that it was all just bullshit, that you’d betray him and then ultimately leave him like everybody else had in his life. And when he thought he finally saw the proof, you and your brother’s best friend talking close to eachother at his locker during passing period, he gave you his bratty attitude the rest of the day then backed you into the corner under your own roof not only tell you off, but to utterly disrespect you; not to mention wrongfully accuse you.

“Was he better than me? Bigger too? Mmhm, I bet he was, wasn’t he? Sweetheart,” he practically spat in your face when he didn’t care to wipe his mouth free of saliva as he continued to lecture you. You helplessly took the emotional beating he was giving as you exerted all the energy you had into not letting the tears brimming your scared eyes fall. You shook your head over and over, not finding the words to reassure him that he’s imagining things, and that this is not about you but about him.

“Not even gonna try denying it? Yeah, I fucking knew it. Nothing but a slutbag that just used me for my co—“

“ENOUGH already, you whiny fucking pig! I cannot believe what I’m hearing right now. Can you hear yourself? The way you’re talking to me right now, what you’re really saying?” You pushed his chest forward, not hard enough to wound him but not light enough to allow him to continue freely invading your space. That finally got him to shut the fuck up. “I’m the sluttiest slut, aren’t I? I sure am, because I just can’t keep my legs closed while giving my brother’s best friend the homework he missed! Insane, right?” You raised your voice then pointed your finger at him before he shoved it away from his face.

“Don’t point your fucking finger at me, look at what you’ve done!” His screams were soon replaced with whimpers as his voice grew weak, and in time faded to soft sobs that spriralled into hysterical bawling and you watched the scene unveil until the dam officially broke. He finally let go of all the anger and it got replaced with pathetic weeping. You let him crawl in your arms as you stayed standing while he sunk to his knees, wanting you to save him from himself once again. Pick up the pieces for him. You lowered down to his level and hugged him tight, hoping his tantrum was over so you could get him to finally talk to you and then a specialist. After ten to fifteen minutes, he rubbed his eyes like a child waking up from a nap, utterly exhausted and wiped out from thinking so much and feeling so scared of being replaced by another boy in your life. The tears eventually dried down his face, the mucus also drying from his nostrils, making him sniffle a handful of times. When he looked at you, he saw your own tears trailing down your shiny cheeks and he reached up to wipe them away before whispering, sounding completely broken;

“I’m still so angry with you.”

—

After the weekend went by, you both quietly agreed that you were due for a short break. However, the both of you neglected to communicate an important part and mention just how long the break should go on for, and he clearly thought he could step all over you then come crawling back the next Monday. You had been writing your analysis on one of Shakespeare’s stories for English with your stereo playing softly to keep your thoughts quiet. That’s when a rock nicked your window, and made you withdraw yourself from your assignment before investigating what it could be. And then another one flew, hitting the closed and covered window and by now you knew this was no accident.

You scrambled to quickly turn off your stereo and lower your lights down then hesitated when locking your window. It’s not that you were scared of him, but maybe more terrified of the daunting talk you’ll have to have with Billy in the near future that you just weren’t ready for emotionally. Having your boyfriend you strongly committed to spit at you and call you a whore in your face was hard to even think of alone without feeling nauseous and wanting to cry all over again. Now he was outside trying to come up to your room.

“Y/N!”

You layed low and shut your eyes, putting a hand over your mouth to stay silent, hearing him struggle to climb up before knocking on your window several times, then just giving up and attempting to open it.

“Babe, please. I want to talk. I’m ready now, and I’m sorry. I can wait till you’re ready, too. No pressure. I said some horrible shit, but I’ll — I’ll see someone, then I’ll m-make it up to you, and we can kiss and make up like old times, yeah?”

A minute later and no response on your end, Billy knew it was a no go. It was a long shot to even think she would open her window anyway. Soon he just said his goodbyes, ending it with a soft “I love you” and you heard him jump back down and start his car below and drive off. Finally you felt like you were able to breathe, and threw yourself back into your bed while covering yourself head to toe in your comforter and turned up your music louder than it was before he came, blocking out everything as sobs wrecked through you.

—

Billy was getting shakey and worried without you, drinking way more than what he’s used to, and it’s always whenever he looked in the mirror at himself or saw something that remotely related to an inside joke he had with you, or if it reminded him of your scent, your hair, or even your body. He had done enough self deprecating sober, now he just pitied himself as he drank.

You never shut him out as long as this, and he knew it was bad this time, really fucking bad. The teenager was aware that he deserved all that’s coming to him, but he just couldn’t believe you were really gonna do it. You weren’t going to speak to him, or acknowledge anything. You were going to lock your window whenever he tried to come over, and head to school early every morning so he couldn’t drive you anymore, even take great lengths to hide from him at lunch, which was usually a time you two spent together making out in his car or just talking.

Billy didn’t bother hiding how much of a mess he was at school or anywhere else without you by his side, showing up late to class with bags under his bloodshot eyes. He knew there was an opportunity hidden in this breakup, he could better himself instead, try harder to be a better more understanding and forgiving person. He could grow, and eventually maybe even win you back. Even though he knew he’d be pushing his luck pretty far.

But he just wasn’t capable of handling any of it on his own.

Knowing that this was probably the end of Billy and Y/N, he thought of one last resort at taking to you before he said goodbye.

—

You opened your curtains to reveal yourself this time when he knocked on your room window, but kept it shut as he looked at you through the glass, seeing your face for the first time in days. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at you while you just couldn’t look at him. He waved sheepishly before blowing his hot breath on your window, then writing “hi” with his fingertip on the fog he had made. You shook your head, then wondered what he wanted this time.

“If I let you in, what happens? Are you gonna cry and yell at me again?” You ask, your voice not hiding that you were close to tears and twiddling your fingers to try keeping busy. Billy grimaced at your words, even though they were muffled through the window he still clearly made out what you asked and it wasn’t looking good, he knew that. Couldn’t swoop you off your feet this time, or make a mess and have you clean it up because he was incapable and selfish.

“Checking up on you,” Billy murmurs, scrubbing his eyes in hopes it will keep them from watering. “I need to know that you’re taking care of yourself. I know how you get when you’re upset,” he finishes lamely, and although it was true he also just missed your voice, hearing it comforted him in a way. Made him feel like it was a shield from all harm. He held his breath as he carefully observed your every move, then almost gasped aloud when you unlocked your window and shoved the sliding glass open, allowing him in. It didn’t take him longer than a beat to come in, nearly too big to fit through the damn thing and knocking over things that were in the way, cursing and rapidly picking up what had fallen from his clumsiness. Wiping his sweaty palms at his jeans, he cautiously looks to you before lowering to your level where you sit.

“Have you been eating, baby? Drinking enough water?” He gently asks, seeing you look significantly different. More tired and exasperated than he’d ever seen you, and it was because of him.

All because of what he’d done.

Billy chokes another apology before grabbing your head with both hands and embracing you in his chest, helpless in keeping his soft sobs in. You’re no better, clutching at his jacket for life. You had battled yourself for the past week, not knowing if it would be healthy for you to go back to him and let him get away with treating you the way he did, saying the things that he said. Billy hadn’t ever thought about the affect he had on people, that words hurt even if they’re said in anger and not necessarily true in the long run.

“Your folks home right now? I kinda didn’t look for any cars in the driveway. I just climbed up here when I saw your light,” he mumbled as his lips layed kisses at the top of your head before smoothing our your hair and brushing our little tangles with his fingers.

“Dinner. They’re at dinner,” you answer, not letting him go from your grasp even if he wanted to. You’ve missed loving him and despised hating him.

“Wanna go eat? You also need to get hydrated, babe. I’m really sorry. I — I know I did this to you,” he gets the hair away from your face before caressing you’re cheek.

“I’m real sensitive, Billy. I have feelings and you — you scared me. Scared the shit out of me and just — you’re such a bully, and now you want to feed me, make it all better again? Erase it?” You let out, watching him crumble and look down in shame.

“‘M not, I know I can’t take it back. I just wanna take it fucking back,” he scrubs his face and drags his nails down his cheeks, making his skin turn a light pink. You pulled his hands away from himself to stop him, then held both his hands in yours.

“How is Max doing?”

“Huh?” Billy looked up.

“Max. I asked how your sister is doing,” you repeat for him.

“Oh, um, she like won this skateboarding contest thing. Got a free board for a prize, so she’s pretty happy, the little twerp.”

“Yeah?” You smile. “Good for her.”

“Mmhm,” he hums, stroking your hand in his. “I won’t ask you to forgive and forget, but just— I want to stay in touch, please? Knowing that you’re doing okay and all that. Sweet Jesus, did you even drink any water like I asked?” You snorted at the last part of his speech before he gets up to snatch a paper cup from the restroom and fills it to the brim, handing it to you and demanding you gulp it down while he watches. You roll your eyes but do it anyway, and you can’t hide that it tastes good given you hadn’t been taking good care of yourself lately. Billy stands and fills it for you three more times without being prompted, watching you drink it all.

“Happy?” You ask. He gives you a grin and fills up the same cup you used and drinks it himself while eyeing you playfully.

“Never happier, actually.”

—

if you wanna, you could listen to “look what you’ve done” by Jet, it’s soooo good and moody and that’s where I got the vibe for this.

#stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #stranger things imagine

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campe-robin · 4 years

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THE BEGINING - 1/2

Exhausted...

Robin was... Exhausted...

Exhausted to the point where reality and her imagination crossed paths, making it near impossible for her to debunk which was which.

Faces blurred, words were muted, all she could hear were the voices in her head and the waves of the ocean from her home painfully crashing against her skull.

But finally, after nearly a week and a half, she finally... could... rest.

She wasn’t sure if the voices had finally settled down or if they were just so consisent, she had finally drowned them out. But the feeling of pure bliss when her lids shut and her mind had settled, she was crying tears of joy.

It was so embarrassing, but at that moment, she couldn’t care any less.

She was resting! She could finally sleep! Soon enough, she’d surely be able to eat a full blown meal again, she could live!

Sleep is something she had taken for granted before, the whispers were a form of personal torture for her and her alone, but now... She was rewarded...

She wasn’t religious by any means, but for the first time in her life, she could thank Ģ͉͍̖͎̬ͧ̃ͭ̆̀̿̏ͥ̔͌̿ͮͥ̋̃̐͞Ŏ͌͂͗ͬ̊͋̊̔ͥ̋͜͏͉̭͚͕̻̭̙̙̳͙̲̩̹̭̟̤͝͡ͅḊ̷̨̠̟̹̜̫͈̲̱̥͉̙̝̝ͭ̒́͐͂͑̈́̈ͩ̈ͤ̂̀͘͡ that she could rest easy.

Of course... There had to be a catch. Something so horrible that was waiting for her to sleep... Waiting for her to leave herself vulnerable...

At first, she wasn’t even dreaming, it was just dead silence. No whispers, no voices, no waves crashing, no storms, not even a hint of white noise. Nothing to scratch at her ear drums, nothing to leave her aching and begging for it to stop.

Just... Silence...

And then, of course, like a slap to the face, the flames had surrounded her. Burning bright and sparking embers that danced around her, leaving her trapped where she stood in the blackness.

This... Th-This couldn’t be right?! She was safe, a-at the camp!! Not in the pitch black, she was laying in her bunk, safe and sound!!

She could feel her heart racing and the heat against her ankles, if it weren’t for the fact she was scared shitless at that moment she would’ve been too tired to stay upright.

In a ring of fire and washed up drift wood, she was left helpless. The flames danced too high for her to simply try and jump over, and who knew what waited for her outside of the ring.

She was trapped... Trapped in what she feared the most... With nobody to hel-

"So, I̴ ̀s͢e͏e͝ ̡y͝o͜u'v̕e f̀i͏n͟al̛ly g̨i͞v҉e͏n i̸n, ̧R͞obin͟"̀ Robin was too terrfied to look behind her. Not that she even needed to, she knew who it was...

She gulped, “L-Lady Lunara...”

"Oh..̛. ͢ N̷̷̕͠o͠͝w͏̴̕͝͞ y͏ou̵ ŕe͡m̕em̕b̷e̢r ͢me?̛"

Sweat dripped down her forehead, she hesitantly nodded, blonde locks bouncing with her.

Lunara hummed, and you could just hear the delicate golden trinkets that were strung across her jingle over the popping embers as she stepped around the ring of fire. "͟T́ell͜ m̨e,͡ ́R͟ob̶i̵n̶, ͜h̀oẃ ̢w͟as͠ yǫur͡ ̧t̀r͢i̢p? ̷A҉r̕e͜ ͏you͘ ͜a̵b̷ou͏t̵ don̸e͠ ͘p̡l̀aying hide ͞an̛d ̢se̕ek?̨"

As she stepped into her line of vision, Robin’s eyes followed her every step, her eyebrows knitting together. “I’m not playing around, Lunara. I know the truth. A-about everything.”

"Is th̡at ͝so͟?̸ ̢I w̕a͞s͏n'̢t awa̴re thér̀e̡ ͞was ̴ąn͠y͡ ͘'͢t͞r̢uth'̨ ͜t͡o be͜ ҉di͢s̸co҉ve̡r͜éd"̀

Robin’s gaze went cold, “you know what I’m talking about. About my mother, about you kidnapping her, kidnapping us! Your whole cult’s a fucking scam!!” She screamed.

"Cu͞lt͢? ͜W͞ęll, ̀ţh̡a͘t͟'s one way̷ ͡t͢o͠ pu͝t it, I̸ ͞su̧ppo͟se̢" She smiled nonchalantly, flipping her long white locks to the side as her elegant robe trailed behind her.

“You fucking KNOW what you’re doing! I won’t let you get away with this!” Robin exclaimed, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Lunara simply shrugged, "An͝d͡? Wha͠t̕ ̀of̀ įt? D̡e̕áry, i͝f ̷yo̸u͟ can̷ ̕e͝ve̷n͝ ͟e͟scape͜ ̵from͘ ̡t͝he͢re͡, yòu caņ ͟tell̢ ҉any͟b̶od͡y w͠hat͟e͝ve҉r ͞you͏ w̷an͞t̵.͘"҉

Robin huffed, licking her lips as more sweat dripped off of her.

Admittedly, she was low on options. She couldn’t jump... She had nothing to put it out with...

With a shakey sigh, she knew her only option... And it wasn’t gonna be pretty.

With a deep, she launched herself towards the flames, grabbing a piece of the burning drift wood and tossing it towards Lunara. And of course, with her fucking luck, she missed.

The burning... Oh GͣÒ̜̺̘ͮ͟ͅD̼͈͕̤̝̜͐̒͊̅̋͢ the burning!! She couldn’t think about it too hard, she couldn’t think about how she could instantly feel her skin blister bubble and burn as she reached for the burning drift wood.

She cried out in pain, reaching for another to throw at her, and Lunara had the fucking audacity to laugh, as if this was some sort of fucking game to her.

At this point, it didn’t matter to her if she’d die, if she was dying, so was Lunara.

"̸O̸h,͝ Ro҉bin, ţh̡i̛s͟ i̧s҉ ͡h̸i͝l҉a̵rio̸u͠s! Th̶e͢ iron̕y͏ ̴o̸f͞ y͠ou̴ ̴dy̕ín͠g ͢thę şam̀e ̡ẁa͘y҉ ̨your d̴e̛a͝r de̕ar m͏o̸t͟her ͏d͠id̶ ̨long ̵ago..."

Robin growled, “shut up shut up sHUT UP!!!”

She threw another piece, and Lunara dodged again, as if she were fireproof or something. And by this point, Robin had cleared nearly all the pieces of drift wood that was laid out and woven together for her.

Flames had climbed up her arms like ivys did around the forest, ribboning around her and burning into her skin. It hurt, it hurt so much... Tears were streaming down her face, but she swore the flames on her were so hot, they would’ve made them steam away.

As the flames continued to consume her, Lunara could only laugh. It was sickening... She was winning...

Or so Robin thought...

As the flames engulfed her, she snapped awake. The burning sensation was dying down, it was simply... Just a dream...

Robin couldn’t tell if she had finally gotten that good night’s rest she so desperately needed, or if she was just so terrified she couldn’t possibly have felt drowsy at that moment.

With wide eyes, she stared up at the bunk above her. Her bunkmate, Sydney, was sleeping peacefully above her, oblivious to what she had just witnessed in her dreams.

She couldn’t tell if she should laugh or cry, she lived... It wasn’t real... It was just a dream...

A dream that felt... Beyond real...

Her heart raced, it wouldn’t hurt to just... Check.... Right?

She turned on the lamp that hung next to her bunk, leaving a faint flickering light for her, just bright enough so she could see her hands...

Her very... burnt... hands...

She was horrified looking down at the painful scars, she wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, but looking around the room again, everyone was asleep...

But looking out the window... With the lantern that just provided enough light to see the face pressed against the glass... She wasn’t the only awake, either.

|| L̜͙͉͎͖̙̏̾O̵̮̥ͥ̅̈́͆̏ͭͭͅO̴̦̠͖͔K̝͙ ̢̭̮̈Ŭ̷̥̙̺̣̲̻͋N̫ͣ͠Ḓ̨̫̊̓͌̈́́̚ͅE͉ͣ̅̍̌͌͋R̵̲̖̤̫̩̖͕ͫ̿͛ͣͫ͛ ̺̭̯̬͎̤ͤ́Y͍̗͉͒̀̾͊̓ͯ̌͝O͈̱͙͓ͩ̄Ụ̱̙͉́͊̂͜R̥̪̹͍̳̳͂͑͞ ͕F̺̫̲̞̫ͩ̄̇ͦ̔͠Ů̘͖͕͉͍̇͂ͯ̓̓̀ͅCͫ̀ͩ̒ͩ̑K̯̣̎͛͗̏͑Iͫͦ̋ͭ͒̽͘N̩͙͍̅̅̆G͚̲̪̀͒̈́ͮ̂̌͘ ̣͈̦̙̺̬̦̋̿̑ͮ͞B̠̱̼͐̕E̛͍̔͐ͨ͗D̸̹̥̽̊̊ͦ̓ͮͅ ||

#drabbles #tw voices #tw zalgo text #tw fire #tw kidnapping #tw burns #tw body horror #tw injuries #tw death #tw scars #tw stalking

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stanbillyhargrove · 4 years

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Demons pt 20

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Cat)

T/W: Self Harm (Cat), Abuse, Eating Disorder Cat has a lot of issues

BIG WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, DRUGS, SUICIDE

This will be a multi chapter series with fluff, smut, angst, all the things

Billy's POV

I pulled up to Steve's house a while later and was surprised to see his car in the driveway. I figured he would have gone driving around town some more even after me telling him to stay home. I scooped Cat into my arms and walked up the driveway, shifting to hold her with one arm so I could ring the doorbell. Behind the door, I could hear someone running before the door flew open, a frazzled Steve holding back Rocky on the other side.

He saw Cat in my arm, pale, eyes sunken and his knees buckled, "is she..?"

"She's sleeping, Harrington. Calm down."

Steve breathed out loudly and backed out of the way of the door with shakey knees, "come on, bring her inside."

Neither of us talked while I followed him through his house to his room. Steve pulled the blankets down so I could lay Cat underneath them.

"I'll go get more," he whispered, quickly walking away.

I knelt beside the bed, gently stroking her face with my fingers and listening to her faint breathing. As I looked at her face, I understood why Steve thought I was carrying her body. Everything about her seemed so sunken, frail, lifeless. I eased the sleeves of her jacket up to look at the marks on her arms and felt my stomach turn to lead, threatening to drag me down through the floor. Tears collected in the corners of my eyes again as I ran a thumb over the rough scab. Steve cleared his throat when he came back, making me look away to wipe at my eyes before meeting his gaze.

"I know, they're pretty bad," he murmured, layering more blankets over Cat.

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead before standing up to leave the room with Steve, Rocky trailing behind us.

"What was it like?" I asked as we walked towards the kitchen, "finding her."

Steve turned to look at me with a huff, "horrible. The first time she called me she was off her face drunk and just, the way she talked sounded so, wrong, you know? I drove over as soon as I heard the message and found her passed out, just totally out of it. There was a bottle of pills empty on the counter. I dragged her into the tub and forced her to puke until she woke up."

I looked in Steve's fridge and pulled out a couple beers, handing one to Steve before leaning against the counter.

"Last time?" I questioned, popping the beer open and taking a swig.

Steve took a long gulp of the beer before looking back at me, "after you showed up here and kicked my ass I told Cat to go home, I was just so fucking pissed off and I thought it would be better if she left. Give us all time to cool down, you know? But I didn't know what to say to her, after everything, so I just didn't, I didn't talk to her at all. I was fucking stupid. She called me Saturday and left a message, begging for my help, thought I was mad at her. When I got to her place it was weirdly quiet, like nothing seemed real when I walked inside."

Steve took a deep breath and downed the rest of his beer, pulling another from the fridge and opening it before continuing, "she slit her wrists in the bathroom. There was blood all over the floor, it looked like a fucking murder scene from TV. She was still awake so I wrapped her up to stop the bleeding and put her to bed, then cleaned everything up. Told her I couldn't do that again, couldn't hold on to everything by myself and that she needed to quit hiding everything. I tried giving her a fucking ultimatum, man, figured if I told her I wouldn't be around while she killed herself maybe she'd want to get better," he wiped at his dewy eyes with the heel of his hand, "nothing was enough, obviously. She doesn't want to get better, Billy."

I swallowed my beer with a gulp, my throat closing around a knot, "she thought we hated her when I found her... And you guys slept together?"

Steve nodded slowly, "yeah, the night before you showed up here. I picked her up from that party and brought her back here, she'd been staying here since the pills. She was drunk, thought maybe it would help her get past things. With her here, I started drinking whenever it got to be too much, and I drank a lot that night. I'd been drinking before Tommy's call and then downed a couple after bringing her back here, it was just so much shit, you know? And then she asked me if we could...and I just, I wanted to help. I thought if it was a good thing for her then maybe that would help. It didn't mean anything though."

I nodded, my jaw ticking, "was it good?"

Steve snorted, "I mean, it was okay, she cried the whole time. Had a panic attack after, I don't know if she'd consider it good."

I hummed, taking a long pull of my beer before pulling a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, "you mind?"

Steve shook his head and waved a hand at me, "go ahead."

I tapped one out of the pack and held it between my lips to light it, pulling a hard drag off it before muttering, "tell me about the party. Why she ended up with you. Why she trusts you more than me."

Steve sighed, "I overheard those losers from out of town talking about leaving a girl upstairs passed out. It creeped me out so I went to check it out, see if I could help them get home, found her in one of the rooms. She was dead to the world, wouldn't wake up. I straightened up her clothes and brought her here to sleep it off, I thought she drank too much and maybe they backed off when she passed out but when she woke up in the morning she couldn't remember much of what happened. They drugged her, slipped something in her drink. Anyway, I had seen some of the scars on her chest at the party and then when I brought her here I took her jeans off, cause sleeping in jeans sucks you know? I thought I was helping but she's got them on her legs too and I saw how skinny she was too. Brought it up in the morning and she yelled at me that she was fine and told me not to say anything about it. So I didn't, I just tried to be there for her, asking if she was okay, just checking in type stuff. Then the day Nancy and I broke up I went over to check in, I was just wanting to talk about what happened with Nancy and I found her bleeding in the shower. Billy, she was pregnant, between the drinking and not eating she made herself miscarry. That's when we realized what actually happened at the party. From then I was her go to for everything cause I knew already, I guess that was easier for her than saying it all out loud."

Steve shrugged and smiled dryly as I clenched my jaw, vibrating with anger. I couldn't stop the hot tears that started rolling down my cheeks until I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

She was pregnant?

"So she doesn't eat? Like at all? Is that why she looks like a skeleton now?"

Steve shook his head, his mouth tightening, "I tried when she was staying here, couldn't get her to have much of anything. She was running all the time too."

"Fuck," I growled, "I..Jesus fucking christ. Why her?"

Steve's mouth tightened into a thin line, "don't know man. Don't know why they picked her, maybe they didn't, she just was nice enough to accept a drink."

I shook my head, "but she's been fucked up since before that, how does someone get that fucked up? And she's, she's so fucking nice! How is she still so nice?"

Steve shrugged again, "I'm not sure.. I know I wouldn't be," there was a pause before, "hey, Billy?"

"Hmm?"

Steve looked down at the floor quickly before looking back up at me, "where did you find her? Why'd you come here?"

I exhaled a plume of smoke, "out in the forest. We always went out there to get away from things, took me a while to think about it. Can't bring her to my place and I thought you'd be helpful."

I spent the night talking with Harrington, both of us drowning our feelings in beer until we passed out on the couches in the living room. I woke up with a start when Steve's phone started ringing loudly and watched him jump up to grab it, still half asleep.

"Ello?" He grumbled.

He blinked hard a few times, trying to clear the fog in his brain before holding the phone out towards me.

"S for you."

I rolled off the couch with a groan and walked up to grab the phone from Steve's hand, raising it to my ear with a mumbled, "what?"

Max's loud voice rang through my ears, "it's almost time to go to school, are you coming?"

"Fuck! Yeah, Max, I'll be right there."

I scrambled to hang up the phone and rushed around Steve's house for my jacket and boots, stopping just before opening the door to look at him, "Harrington."

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and scratched sleepily at his chest, "hmm?"

"If she wakes up, tell her I was here. I'll be right back."

Steve nodded and nestled back into the couch, eyelids already growing heavy, "yeah, sure."

Max was impatiently waiting at the end of the driveway, tapping her hand against her skateboard when I skid to a stop in front of her.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed as she pulled the door open and sat down with a huff, "slept in."

Max just stared at me, "where's Cat? You said she was okay."

I sighed as I drove away from the house, "she's still sleeping, I think. Steve's watching her."

"What's wrong with her?"

"Max, I don't think-"

She turned to glare at me, "tell me what's wrong with her. I want to know. She's my friend too."

I huffed, too tired to argue with her, "it can't go past you, Max. I'm serious. Don't even tell Cat you know, okay?"

I waited for her to nod before continuing to talk, "Cat was drugged, at a party and..and some disgusting fucker had sex with her while she was out cold. She's been hurting herself since before she moved here but it got worse after that. She hasn't been eating and she's been drinking all the time and... and, well, just hurting herself. And you might see how she hurt herself but you can't say anything about it, okay?"

Max blinked, shocked, "why would someone do that?"

"Because they're fucking sick," I growled.

I was just pulling up to the school when Max asked, "how bad did she hurt herself?"

I had to bite my cheek to stop the tears that sprang forward, "pretty bad, Max. But she's still here."

Still alive.

"Can I come visit her?" She looked up at me, hopeful as I stopped in front of the school.

I smiled tightly, "I think she'd like that, Max. I'll pick you up, okay? If she's awake you can visit her."

"Yeah, okay," she agreed, "see you after school, Billy."

I got back to Steve's and passed back out on the couch, trying to sleep off the worst of my hangover. It was around noon when I woke up again to see Steve coming back into the living room with a plate of pancakes.

"Any more of those?" I mumbled, sitting up from the couch.

Steve nodded, his mouth full and mumbled, "kitchen."

I got up to get myself a stack of pancakes and came back to flop down on the couch.

"You been up for a while? Where's the dog?" I asked between bites.

"A little bit," he mumbled, finishing off his breakfast, "Rocky's out in the yard. Figured he'd been stuck inside long enough."

"Has she woken up yet?"

Steve shook his head, frowning, "I haven't heard or seen her."

"Should we check on her?"

"I popped in when I woke up, to make sure she was still there. Could probably check on her again now," he picked nervously at his fingers, "I'm worried about her."

He paused for a minute, taking a deep breath, "what if she still doesn't want to get better, Billy? We can't force her to live if she doesn't want to."

I sighed, standing up off the couch, "I don't know, Steve."

Quietly, I walked into Steve's bedroom to check on Cat. She was curled up on the side of the bed, one arm outstretched and hanging off the side, the other wrapped around a pillow. I knelt down beside the bed and gently ran a knuckle down the side of her face. The dark purple around her eyes had faded a bit, making her face look a little less sunken.

I leaned up to kiss her forehead and whispered, "hey, Baby, you gotta wake up for me, okay?"

I heard her stir as I kept talking through the lump in my throat, "you gotta wake up so I can help you, Baby. Max misses you, you gotta wake up and get better for us."

"B..?" She rasped, eyes fluttering open.

I sat back on my heels to look at her face, a watery smile on my face, "morning, Baby."

She smiled back at me and looked around sleepily, "why..?"

"I brought you to Steve's place last night. Do you remember last night?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, nestling back into the pillows, "I remember."

"You wanna get up? Have a shower? It'll be nice and warm," I coaxed.

"M sleepy," she murmured.

"I know, Baby," I tried to keep coaxing her, keep my voice light and my emotions in check even as my throat tightened, "I know you're tired, but if we get you cleaned up and you eat something then you can go back to sleep, okay?"

She hummed, eyes closing again, "mmkay."

I smirked and scooped her up in my arms to carry her to the bathroom, her fingers clutching at my shirt, dipping under it to seek out the warmth of my chest.

I hissed when her icy fingers touched me, "you're fucking freezing."

Cat nuzzled into my shoulder, humming happily when her nose touched my throat.

"Are you gunna let me put you down so you can shower?"

She shook her head, "nope, warm."

I groaned, adjusting her in my arms before walking to the living room where Steve was watching TV.

"Harrington," I grumbled, "help."

He looked towards us, eyebrows knit with confusion, "what?"

"Either hold her or start the shower."

He smirked and jumped off the couch to take her from me, shivering when she touched his skin.

"Stevie," she mumbled, leaning into his neck.

"Jesus," he groaned, "like a person sized popsicle."

I chuckled, leading the way back to the bathroom and turned on the shower as hot as was tolerable.

"Thanks Steve," I said, turning back to take Cat from his arms.

He nodded, "I'll get some water boiling for drinks and find some clothes for you both."

Steve left after giving a tight smile. Left me holding a shell of the girl that I had fallen in love with. A stark contrast from the bright, sarcastic girl that caught my eye and my heart. I gently lowered her feet to the ground, keeping an arm around her waist to steady her.

"C'mon," I muttered, "let's get you cleaned up."

Cat nodded as I slipped my hand under her jacket, sliding it down her arms to fall on the ground. Next was her baggy tshirt, which was a little more challenging to pull off while holding her up but it eventually joined her jacket on the ground. I sucked in my breath when I saw the harsh lines of her collarbone and hips and chewed the inside of my mouth.

"Cat.." I breathed, running my fingers along her ribs.

She tensed when I wrapped my hand around her side, just under the jut of her ribcage and looked up at me with dewy eyes.

"Hold onto me," I sighed as I knelt down to take her pants off.

Cat's fingers gripped my shoulder as I slid her pants and underwear off. When I looked back up at her, her eyes were screwed shut and she was biting her lip as tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Shit," I whispered, standing back up to pull her into my chest, "Baby, it's okay. Shh, I got you."

"I'm sorry," she cried, "it's just.."

"I know, Cat. I know, it's okay," I murmured into her hair, "c'mon, in the shower now, before all the hot waters gone."

She sniffed and nodded before letting me help her into the tub, sighing when the hot water hit her skin.

"Do you need me?" I asked.

There was a small, whimpering, "yes," as my answer and I quickly tossed my clothes onto the floor to join her.

I took my time lathering her up from head to toe, gently rubbing her body and planting light kisses on her skin as she cried. I ran my fingers through her soapy hair, tipping her head back into the hot water and running my lips along her jaw.

The whole thing was so..

Intimate.

Close in a way I've never experienced before, in a way that hurt my heart and made it swell at the same time.

I kissed the salt water from her cheeks and held her tight to my chest until she stopped crying. When she was all clean and the hot water was running out I helped her step out of the tub and watched as she slowly wrapped herself in a towel before I quickly washed myself. I turned off the cool water and stepped out of the shower to grab a towel and wrapped it around my waist.

Outside the door was a small pile of clothes that Steve had brought us. Sweatpants and tshirts for each of us. I helped Cat get dressed first, methodically drying her before pulling the clothes onto her body. She was once again standing in front of me, swimming in Steve's clothes and I couldn't help the pang of hurt that went through my chest when I remembered finding her here, in his clothes before.

I quickly dressed myself and wrapped an arm around her, "want me to carry you again?"

Cat nodded, tucking her face into my chest. I bent down to scoop her up and started carrying her to the living room.

"Max misses you, she wants to come see you after school. What do you think?" I asked, trying to coax her into a lighter mood.

She hummed, "maybe. 'm tired."

"I know, Baby. You can sleep a bit more in the living room, okay? Steve made pancakes, you want one?"

I gently set her down on the couch as she shook her head, "not hungry."

Steve sighed and left the living room in a hurry, retreating to the kitchen with clenched fists.

I knelt down to grab her hands and looked up at her sadly, "Cat, please," I tried to plead, to somehow get through to her, "please, for me. Just a little bit, okay? Then you can sleep a bit more."

She didn't answer, just looked down at our hands and chewed her lip.

My jaw ticked, "just. Fucking try," I growled, pulling away from her to storm out into the backyard before I could start yelling at her.

Rocky greeted me at the door, pushing his head into my hand for attention. I walked past him and sat on the edge of the lawn, cradling my face in my hands. Tears poured down my face, hot and angry as my chest started heaving. I heard the door open and close a few minutes later and soft footsteps crunching up behind me.

Steve sat down beside me, legs crossed in front of him and held out my pack of cigarettes, "thought you might want these."

I took them from him, tapped one out and stuck it between my teeth to light it.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

I stared at the lawn as I smoked, focusing on the smoke filling my lungs and the burn it left behind.

"I don't think I can do this," I finally blurted out.

Steve didn't look at me, just nodded solemnly, waiting for me to continue.

"I..I don't..that's not even her in there!" I pointed towards the house, anger lashing through me, "it's like whatever made her Cat is gone. THAT is not Cat, THAT is not even a person anymore and I don't..I don't fucking know how to fix that! How to bring her back! I can't sit there and pretend that that's my girlfriend, this is worse than yesterday even! It's like she fell asleep and fucking died but her body's still walking around, Steve! What the fuck do we do about that? How..?" I crumpled finally, full on crying.

Steve leaned towards me, wrapped one arm around my back and let me cry on his shoulder. I could hear him sniffling too, could feel when he moved to wipe at his face.

"We have to try, Billy," he murmured, "I don't know how, I don't know what will work but we have to try. Try to just put on a brave face and be as positive as we can, just try to build her back up. That's all we can do."

I huffed, sitting back up, "I don't think I can, she deserves someone better than me. Someone less angry than me. Someone who doesn't want to shake her and scream at her."

A puff of air rushed out of Steve's nose, like a partially formed laugh, "I wanna do that too. Scream in her face and see if I can pull her out of her head. You have no idea, man, how fucking angry I am. But we're it for her, the only support she has. So we need to get a grip and get back inside and just love her and hopefully we get her back."

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thorsstorms · 4 years

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The Bestfriend

Winter Soldier/James x Reader (soulmate AU)

She thought she had grown out of her night mares, until she has another years later, and she remembers it this time in vivid detail. The heartbreaking sounds of a man in pain. Her soulmate was not what she expected, but shared dreams means they are your soulmate, right? She was going to love him no matter what.

Warnings: Shit ton of angst and worry.

Marvel Masterlist

The Bestfriend

She stared at the TV screen on her floors’ lobby wall, watching it with peeled eyes just as a few coworkers next to her were. It was only a normal morning, they all start the same. But what kind of morning is it ever when something like this happens. Not to compare it to 9/11 but.. That was also a very normal morning. No one expects to be bombed while enjoying the start their morning. Especially not congressmen and women, leaders from around the world, and her own boss.

She could not think straight, watching as they covered what happened only minutes ago.

“Has anyone heard from Mr. Stark?” She hears someone ask from behind her. Mumbles were there in reply but she turned away from the screen and strutted straight back into her office, shutting the door behind her. It was alarming. What if the tower was next? Who was one to know?

She called Peppers’ cellphone with the land line sitting on her desk. It rings and rings as she taps on the desk nervously. Of course Pepper does not answer, to her own dismay. It was silly to think she would.

She left the tower, rushing the entire way home. She really just wanted to be in her safe space. Her apartment was cozy, nothing bad can happen within her walls, surely. Besides, she could do her own work at home. All she needed was her laptop and cell phone. Emails were easy to handle. The only reason she got her own office in the first place was because Mr. Stark, now just Tony to her, was asking for special favors that were not in her job description. There were little things… purchases, meetings, deliveries that he didn't want Pepper to worry about. Ahem, know about, so she did a little black mail. She was so sick of her little cubicle. She found it unnecessary if she could do it from home but her boss wanted her there, so she never complained. The office was such an upgrade though. The view, the large oak desk and the couch. Not to mention the wall of her own books and items of her own pleasure. The third coziest place to her. The second being her own apartment; the first is an almost forgotten dreamscape garden with her favorite person in the world.

She still considers her special James as her favorite person, despite the feeling of abandonment. She tried not to dwell on it anymore. She liked to pretend he was out there living his life happy without her, not bearing to think about an alternative.

She left messages for both Tony and Pepper saying that she went home, as well as over two thirds of the building. If they needed her for dealing with PR they knew they could just call, but until then she would be doing her work from home.

The TV got turned on after she settled herself on the couch. Her phone was eerily silent on the end table, everything felt eerily silent. The TV was her choice of background noise while she wrapped a blanket around her and opened her laptop knowing that she was going to be more than busy with Tony’s emails, considering.

“Yes, I’m fine Mom. I left the tower a few hours ago, right after it happened.” Her family knew where she worked, of course. Doing her own work became increasingly harder to do when calls and texts started to flood in as the news spread, all to make sure she was okay. She closed her own eyes and laid her head on the back of the couch. Overwhelmed was an understatement.

She listened to the ramblings of a protective, yet loving mother. She was always so worried for her daughters’ safety. Especially with no one else to keep an eye on her.

It seems like everytime she gets out or scrolls social media there was another couple. An engagement, a pregnancy, a new house together. Everyone is finding their soulmates while she gets to watch. Everything was happening around her and she was just there, along for the ride. Nothing exciting ever happened.

Times like these her mother wished her daughter could find her soulmate sooner than later. Her mother was clueless as to her daughters knowledge of her own solmate, or even her lack of knowledge on her soulmate.

He’ll show up, she tells herself every night.

“The bomber has been identified as James Barnes, also known as the Winter Soldier.”

The world freezes as she stares at the screen. A close up shot of a masked man.

It couldn't be.

She feels her heart ache, tear in two with hope that he’s alive and fear that he’s alive.

They’ve made a mistake, she thinks.

“No, no.” She whispers to herself. The call was long forgotten and ended with automatic fingers. She covers her mouth as she watches the screen begging it for more information, but not much was given. Other then, “orders to shoot on site.”

She doesn’t hear herself as she cries into her hands, but feels the lump of fear try to morph into a feeling of relief that he was alive. She feels frantic. He’s so close to her. She may be in New York, but he was not too far. D.C. is not too far.

He’s real.

She doesn’t think as she dials Tony’s number again. He has to do something. She’s going to tell him that James is her soul mate. The dial tone ends and she clips the call off knowing he’ll never listen to a voice message. She types a sloppy text, fingers too shakey but way to urgent to fix it.

“Tony plese call me i saw the news you cant let them kill james hes my soulmte i promise ill explain bt dnt let htem. You have to do soemting”

“Tony pleae call me”

“You cant let them sget him first.”

He never texts her back. It’s horrible, he probably thinks she is crazy and she just knows he won’t understand. She can’t bring herself to eat. Or sleep, as much as she wants to sleep and get away from this mess.

It’s been two days and there has been silence on her end. The news has nothing new. There is know way to contact Tony, she’s tried everything. Building the courage to clean herself up a little and do something productive was not an easy task to accomplish so soon.

She moped around the apartment, not bearing to even look in the direction of her bedside table where a stack of dream journals lie. She knows what is in them. Her life with James was articulated on every page, ink covering every square inch, front and back. She can't look at them knowing that it could have all been for nothing.

It could never be for nothing, she would never regret what she feels for her James. Her James didn't do this, he could not have.

Her james was kind, and gentle with everything he touches. His fingers picking up a small pink Peonie and resting it on the table. Pink was his favorite. Her James was a curious soul, he always wanted to know more, even if he didnt vocalize it. She could see it in his eyes. Her James was full of life. He was trusting and showed his emotions through actions. She read him like a book.

Her James could not be this man they charge with killing the King of Wakanda. She doesn’t believe it for a second.

A knock on the apartment door knocked her from wallowing and from the hole she was slowly digging her emotions into. She was sure she was at the stage of anger. How could anyone think of her James to be so cruel?

She quickly got dressed and walked to the door while squeezing her hair dry from a shower. The persistent knocking continued until she whipped the door open, displaying her irritation. It was wiped quickly when she came face to face with Captain Rogers staring her down. She stiffened as the man stepped forward into her apartment, she backed up from him not protesting. He looks behind him, checking the halls right and left before shutting the door and locking it, turning to her.

She was tense, her face going pale by the look on his face.

Tony must’ve told him, and now Captain Rogers was here to get information so he could hunt down James and be the one to kill him himself.

“How do you know Bucky?” His voice commanded an answer.

“Who?” She asks, lowering her shoulders in confusion.

“Tony said you know him. Did Tony lie?” His tone was stern, giving no room for contemplation.

“James?” She tried to conceal how breathless her voice is. She doesn't want him to get hurt but honestly, Rogers was definitely scaring her.

“I- I don't, I. It wasn't him.” She mutters quickly. She is not sure how to go about this but knows she doesn't want to be the reason her James ends up with a bullet hole through his head. “He wouldn't do that. He’s not the Winter Soldier or whatever they are calling him. He-He just wouldn't do this! You have to believe me!”

She could feel tears welling in her eyes. She was not keen on confrontation, especially with someone that has such a demeaning presence but she would do anything to stand up for her James. If that means powering through and defying orders then she would gladly keep her lips sealed.

“I do believe you.”

“I promise that isn’t him- what?” He believes her?

“Just tell me how you think you know him!” Steve was close to losing his patience on this girl, raising his voice.

“He- I know him from my dreams. He’s my soulmate, we share dreams.” She rambles still stuck on the fact that he believes her. If he believes her then he might not want to hurt him, right? “I promise I don't know anything. I haven’t seen him in almost a year. He never let me ask about him. He didn't like talking about it. Really I don't know anything. But I promise you that James wouldn't have done this.”

She finishes trying to catch her breath.

“I’m going to find him.” Steve says. It’s final, she can hear it in his conviction.

“No, no, please,” She begs him, her heart thrown out the window and all sensible thought didn't make sense anymore. “Please they have the wrong person. James is good, he is kind. He loves me, I know he does.”

She feels a tear slip but she doesn't pay any mind to it. She was not letting Captain Rogers leave here without being convinced. He can't hurt James, he just can’t.

“He’s been hurt and there are bad people that have hurt him but he doesn't deserve to be framed for this. I don't know what he’s been through but I can only imagine. Captain,” She pleads, “if you could have seen him the first time I found him. He was screaming, for ages. Every night he was so terrified of something but I don't know what it was. They've done something bad to him but he’s escaped from them. He escaped the darkness.” She cries, ready to beg at her knees.

She is so consumed with convincing the man before her that she doesn't notice his own reaction to her words. How would it feel to hear that his best friend tortures himself with nightmares every night? Has been hurting for decades with no one to help him?

His eyes water at the thought but pushes it away. Steve reaches for her arms, but she flinches away from him, rocketing to the other side of the room.

Steve’s hands shoot in front of him to show that he earns no harm to her, his brow furrowing at the fact that she was scared of him, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I won’t let anyone hurt him,” he assures her.

She calms, wiping her face and clasping her shaking hands behind her back. Who was she to argue with his declaration to keep her James safe.

“I don’t understand, Captain Rogers.” She mutters but he hears her loud and clear.

“He’s my best friend.” He takes a few steps closer to her, showing his hands in submission. He wasn't going to hurt her. “From before I went in the ice, he’s been my best friend since we were young. I dont- I dont know whats happening or why he’s still alive, I’ve run into him before. Hydra has done something to him. But I’m going to get him back.”

“Hydra?” She asks, her face darkening in confusion. “Is, is that what the darkness is called?”

“I assume so. I get it, when I find him, you will be the first to know.” He watches her face brighten up, a small twitch of her lips at the thought of seeing him in person. Alive and hopefully, well. “And please, call me Steve.”

Steve does not stay much longer with her. She has a number to contact him and vise versa but he leaves without giving her much more information. How cruel is it to turn this into a waiting game?

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dear--charlie · 4 years

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Dear Charlie,

They say don’t meet your heroes, but I met kindest soul this week.

I had heard about it as I was walking through the English department, and I honestly couldn’t believe it.

“Do you remember reading the book?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t have to read it in high school. It was required!”

“There was a movie with Emma Watson!”

And I don’t have a job right now, and I really didn’t have the money, but I had to go. So I spent $35+ on the ticket for the signing and $20+ on the ride there and back. And I didn’t have his book with me. Left it at home when I moved. And the book he was signing wasn’t my thing. Because I’ve never been into horror books

(My imagination is too good and my sleep paralysis is real bad).

But I couldn’t waste the opportunity.

So I listened to him talk about his new book. And about his new projects. And then he brought it up.

The 20th anniversary edition. Complete with a whole new letter to us.

That he read to us right there in the shop.

And I cried. I tried to keep it together but I did a horrible job.

And no matter how sneaky I thought I was, he saw, and I wiped at my eyes and he waved a little bit. It was fine.

I was fine.

And then it was time for the signing.

So we moved the chairs. Got in line by our group. And I was dead last in line for a while until three people came up behind me

(Thank god)

And I talked with them during the hour we waited. One guy was really interesting. In the Rocky scene. Knew a bunch of famous people. Met a bunch of famous people. One of the coolest people I’ve ever met and I wish I got his contact information.

(He even gave me one of the original movie posters. I don’t think I could ever thank him enough)

And while we were chatting, I went over it again.

Over and over.

And over.

….

And over.

I had to tell him EXACTLY how much this book meant to me. How many times I’ve watched the movie.

I had to tell him how much I appreciated him writing about difficult topics. How I never see myself portrayed in books or movies.

How much I appreciated that he wrote Charlie.

How much I related to Charlie.

And soon enough it was my turn

I froze.

And he could see that. So he kept eye contact the entire time.

He ignored my shaking hands. He just smiled and complimented my “amazing” glasses.

So with what I am assuming was a shakey smile, I set my things to sign down, and he grabbed his sharpie.

And I took a breath

(And forgot literally everything I was planning on saying)

But my brain was on auto pilot and somehow I got my message across.

(Even though it took me 2x as long as I wanted it to to get it out)

And he was patient.

He listened.

And he looked a little sad himself.

And he saw my poster and he saw my book and my shaking hands and turned to one of the workers of the shop.

“Can you get me a copy?” he had asked, and while the worker turned to grab a copy of Perks, he turned to me.

“You cannot leave here without a signed copy of this book having told me what you just told me,” he said, as he signed my poster.

And then he opened my new copy of Perks and signed that I was infinite.

And in that moment, I was.

And if that was all that happened, I would have been satisfied. It was already more than I ever could have hoped for.

But then he asked for a name tag.

And he signed my name and the last sentence of the new letter.

“You made it.”

And with shaking hands, I grabbed all my items, and with decision, he grabbed his wallet.

He gave me a $20 bill.

For the new version.

Said I needed to have it.

And I couldn’t take him enough.

(I really don’t feel like I thanked him enough)

And then we posed for a picture.

And I left.

And dearest friend, I have been worried for months that this move was a mistake. That I was wasting my time. My money.

Going into debt for nothing.

I’ve spent months out here feeling more alone than ever.

But meeting him.

Meeting Stephen Chbosky.

Hearing him read that last letter.

I just…

They say don’t meet your heroes, but I did, and it was everything I wished it could be.

Things haven’t been good, but they will be soon enough.

And I will believe the same about you.

Love always,

Ellie

#dear charlie #Ellie

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hypmicscenarios · 5 years

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Rainy Days w/ Jyuto

a/n: its raining and youre just waiting for your boyfriend to come home,using they/them pronouns again, very fluffy, 2K words

12:00 pm.

You looked at your phone,checking your notifications, then setting it back down. Ugh, you could hear the rain outside your window. Even worse, you could feel how cold it was. It made you want to do absolutely nothing. You pulled the blanket over your head and groaned into the pillow. Why wasnt Jyuto here? No. You knew why. It was because he was at work and took up the morning shift. Of course, there was less room for complaint. He would be home in the evening, but what were you supposed to do with yourself. You missed him.

Still staying underneath the warm cocoon of the blanket, you peeked your hand out, patting down for your phone, taking a couple times before you felt it, pulling it in. You opened it up to your home screen, smiling at the selfie you took of the two of you on your date. Jyuto had a soft smile on his face, you an even bigger one, complemented with a peace sign. God. You loved him so much.

Sighing happily, you remember him waking you up for a bit in the morning. You had scolded him on that. Even if you were in the deepest of slumbers and looked as comfortable as a kitten, you always wanted to kiss him goodbye, tell him to be safe at work, and that you loved him. Especially with his line of work, you had to say it at least once everyday.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated and you looked at a message from “Jyuto <3”

Jyuto: Honey, I know the rain makes you lazy but dont forget to eat lunch. I made a bento for you before I left. It should be in the fridge, I love you.

You read and bit your lips, almost tearing, than planted your face in the pillow as you silently screamed. How did you get such a good man?? You wondered that still to this day, you always would. Jyuto always reminded you why though. Your love for this man would never cease and you hoped his love for you wouldnt either.

y/n: thank you so much babe!!! I love you, what would I do without you?? :,)

Jyuto: I dont know but I would hate to imagine a life without you by my side

y/n: I wouldn't be able to live. Do you get off at 5 pm?

Jyuto: I do. As soon as I do I’ll make my way back. Since its raining, the usual?

y/n: !!!! take out and movie and cuddles on the couch?

Jyuto: of course my love. Im off break, now go eat.

y/n: I will! Good luck stay safe!

Well. That was enough to kick you into gear. You scrambled out of the covers and got up, going to wash your face, brush your teeth, checking your social media, replying to anyone you didn’t to the night before. Your mind moved towards the bento, wondering what foods he put in there, probably your favorites. He always did. Jyuto remembered every little single detail about you. You wouldn’t fault him for forgetting some things because even your memory was horrible and fuzzy at times. With Jyuto, however, that never seemed to be the case.

Once you were all good to go, you changed into warmer clothes….aka some grey sweats and one of Jyuto’s black sweatshirts that was way too big on you, but it made it all the more comfier. Plus, it smelled like him. When you opened the fridge, your guess was correct as you took out the bento, placing it on the kitchen island, then thinking.

“Hot chocolate!”, you finally said, looking into one of the cabinets, pulling out a packet. You grabbed a mug, then the milk from the refrigerator.

As you prepared the hot chocolate, you were on your phone, scrolling through your different social media again. When it was all done, the hot chocolate looked steamy and delicious, adding whip cream on the top, then setting it down near your food.

Jyuto’s food was always the best. He could definitely cook better than you, but he taught you things and you two switched with making dinner. It was now 1 pm. 4 more hours! You could get through this, 4 hours could go by in no time.

That countdown went down to 3 as you got caught up in watching videos as you ate.

Most of the bento was soon gone, filling you up. The hot chocolate adding onto that.

After you finished, you put your stuff away, yawning and stretching. You….definitely felt like you could nap. Rainy weather just did that to you. Also, the fact that work was crazy yesterday, so you were still a bit exhausted. You made your way to the couch, turning the tv on, mainly going to use it as background noise, so you let it stay on some daytime reality show.

You sat on the couch, grabbing the dark blue, velvet plush blanket, wrapping it snug around your body as you curled up on the couch, eyes looking at the tv, watching whatever was on.

The show was a bit interesting but before you knew it, your eyes became heavy, like a brick was weighing down on them,

and then you fell back asleep.

“Y/n, im home” Jyuto called out, taking his shoes off, loosening his tie, and immediately spotting you asleep on the couch. A soft smile came on his face as he set the bag of takeout on the living room table, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek,”Im home y/n,”he said in a quieter and much softer voice. He ended up sitting criss-crossed, his cheek on his arms as he gazed at you lovingly, watching you sleep, the slow rise and fall of your chest, your slightly parted mouth, every little thing, he loved, absolutely adored.

He did nothing, but you must have sensed his presence because you started to stir, your eyes shakey before your lids opened, eyes focusing in on the man in front of you.

“Well, hello there sleepyhead,”he said.

A sleepy smile came on your face,”welcome home Jyuto,”you said. Jyuto smiled, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead,”im home.” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you turned on your back, looking up at him,”I missed you.” Jyuto raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his face,”how much?” Your hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him down and connecting your lips together.

You were still a bit tired, but you kissed him with passion, molding your lips together, slow and sweet, one hand slowly going on his chest. When you pulled away, Jyuto placed another last peck on your lips,”well, im yours for the rest of the day. Let me go change and we can resume our usual rainy day activities.” You nodded, smiling to yourself, happy that he came back, then looking at the bag on the table.

It was chinese takeout….your stomach grumbled. You sat up, surprised when you heard Jyuto’s voice. He changes quick. But he looks soft and comfortable. A white sweater, black sweats.

“I went with white today because a little someone sneaked into my closet.”he said, walking over with a smile. You blinked innocently,”maybe that little someone just missed you alot.” You knew he didn’t mind. Hell, if it was hotter, no pants would even be on you right now, just your bottom and one of his tops.

Jyuto sat down on the couch, grabbing your wrist, pulling you closer and closer till his hands landed on your waist and pulled you into his lap. You were a bit embarrassed but you spoke, placing your hands on his shoulders,”w-what is it…”,you asked. He didn’t respond just yet.

Instead, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tight,”nothing, just need my daily dosage of y/n.” You smiled, hugging his neck and lightly petting his hair,”what a coincidence, I haven't had my daily dose of Jyuto either.

The two of you stayed like that for a couple minutes. A comfortable silence. Until he pulled away, looking at you, placing his hand on your cheek,”I love you.” You moved in closer, your hands on both of his cheeks, placing a soft kiss to his forehead, then down to his eyes, the tip of his nose, then kissing his lips with a smile,”I love you too.”

The two of you managed to choose a romantic comedy, eating for the first thirty minutes, your bodies close. You had moved from the couch to your own bedroom, since cuddling would be far more easier to do. As you ate your last piece of food and put it off to the side on your night stand, you commented on the movie,”so he’s traveling around the world to find his first love and all he has is a name,face, and the one conversation they had together” Okay, it was unrealistic, but you were a fucking sap. You thought it was cute.

Jyuto smiled and spoke,”if it were you I’d travel across the world” You were touched but you tried to deflect,”you dont have to for me.” Jyuto placed his food to the side, then moving, pushing your back down into the pillow. He was now hovering above, a gentle smile on his face as his hand came up to touch your face,”Ive told you plenty of times y/n, although it may not have been love when we first met, I was captivated by you. When I meet people I usually never hope to see them again but one conversation and I hoped that I could see your beautiful face again. I had a rough day that day at work, but your smile cured everything. You’re my angel.”

Oh no. He was….being soft again. Well, you asked for it. And, maybe, some part of you said that because this was exactly what you wanted, despite the rapid beating of your heart, thumping out of your chest. You looked past his glasses, into his eyes. “Well….I hoped to see you again too. Im only an angel for you. I’ll be your guardian angel then,”you said.

He chuckled,hand grabbing your wrist, pulling your arm towards him, holding your hand and placing a soft kiss on it as he looked at you, then spoke,”lucky me then. I have you all to myself.” Your face grew even hotter at such a simple action but you spoke,”you always have Jyuto.”

Honestly? How could Jyuto resist not kissing you after an adorable look like that. He leaned in, pressing your lips together again, a gentle and soft hand still on your cheek. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. Soft kisses were nice, but you desired more. Jyuto picked up on it and deepened the kiss, moving more roughly against your mouth, you couldn’t help but moan really.

The two of you kept at this makeout of yours for a couple more minutes till he pulled away. Well, it was needed, you were both out of breath. You laughed as you looked at him,”you okay there, officer?” Jyuto smiled, moving a hand to put his glasses back up to his nose,”if Im with you im more than okay.”

Smooth.

“I love you, Jyuto,”you said, moving your hand to his cheek. He smiled, leaning down again and pressing a soft kiss against your lips, pulling away and saying,”I love you too, Y/n.”

He kissed the top of your head, looking at you. There was something about the look in his eyes, a glint, it shined bright, just for you. It made you feel special each time he looked at you like that.

You loved it.

He moved away, pulling you into his chest. Jyuto was just about done with his food anyway. He just felt like cuddling you. Of course, you wanted the same thing as well, adjusting yourself, moving a bit closer, then laying your head on his chest, looking back at the television. The two of you stayed like that, finishing the movie, turning the lights off, and heading to bed.

Of course, you appreciated his warmth and gentle embrace. Because of this, you were able to fall asleep quicker, mumbling a “goodnight” and “love you” before the two of you drifted off to sleep, snug and warm.

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missyslittlepet · 5 years

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((Barely any Louis x readers out there so I had to make something. It's quite rushed but oh well...

Summary - You're in the cell when Louis gets his tongue cut out.))

Silenced

You sat, legs pulled up to your chest, in the corner of the cell you had been thrown into. You crossed your arms on top of your knees and buried your face into them, anything to block out the shit show you had found yourself starring in. How didn't the plan work? On paper it had seemed so straightforward and yet here you were, locked in a cage like some kind of animal.

"Don't sweat it (F/N)." Louis' voice echoed gently in the dim light making you lift your head to look at him. He flashed you one of his signature smile. "Clementine... she's gonna come for us. I know she will."

You felt the corner of your lips tugging into a small smile. At the sight of your smile Louis' eyes seemed to sparkle even brighter.

"I admire your optimism, I really do." You sighed. "Pretty sure you're the only guy I know who can keep his cool in situations like this." You couldn't help chuckling at him. He never failed to make you smile, despite the dangers you found yourselves in.

"Well," Louis tugged at the lapels of his coat and straightened up slightly. "optimism is my middle name."

"And here I was thinking your middle name was 'Nerd', how strange..." You smirked.

"Optimism, Nerd, Comedian, Charming, Gifted... Handsome." He winked at you.

You snorted and turned your head slightly, hoping he couldn't see how red your face had became.

"I go by many; you should have see how big my birth certificate was." His smile grew impossibly wider, as did yours.

To be honest, you had always been drawn to Louis since the day you had arrived at Ericsons. Maybe it was his ability to brighten up any room he walked into or his incredible musical talents or maybe it was just how unbelievably good looking he was. All you knew for certain was that you wanted to always be close to him.

When the dead started walking and all the teachers had fled to find their families, you and all the other children left stuck together to survive. As others in your group died and numbers began to dwindle it was inevitable that you and Louis would become closer, after all, everything has a silver lining. You went on runs together, helped fortify the school together and even helped him tune his piano when he needed a second pair of hand.

Of course the others in the group would make jokes and kissing noises but the pair of you would just brush it off. You knew he could have anyone he wanted so you never got your hopes up despite a part of you still wishing for it.

A loud banging coming from the door of your cell made you jump. One of Lilly's goons tapped the barrel of her gun on to the metal bars.

"You've already been told. Do not fucking speak, you understand that?" Her voice was full of annoyance. "Or do I need to go and get Lilly?"

"You know..." Louis started standing up and walking over to the bars. You began to panic. These people had killed your friends... they weren't messing around.

"Loui-" You tried to call for him but he cut you off.

"We've been here, what? About twenty four hours? And we haven't been offered any kind of food or drink. Terrible service, we wont be coming back." He leant against the door frame and smiled at the woman.

"Louis, just shut up for once in your life!" Aasim hissed from the cell opposite. "You're going to get us killed."

"Relax, Aasim. I'm just having a chat with our lovely captor here. No harm done." Louis kept eye contact with woman.

"Louis; please be quiet." You begged.

"I'd listen to your friends if I were you."

You felt your heart drop and the second voice echoing around the boat. The woman by the cell door looked to her left and nodded into the darkened hallway before stepping aside. Soon Louis found himself face to face with Lilly. His smile faltered for only a second as he gulped but then he was grinning again.

"Ahhhh, the woman of the hour. So glad to finally talk with you. The name's Louis."

You watched on as he held out his hand to Lilly. She looked at it, a mix or disgust and boredom coating her expression. Louis retracted his hand and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Not much of a one for handshakes, noted. Nice place you got, you bring all of your prisoners here or are we just lucky?"

Lilly silently watched him and he shifted uncomfortably.

"I bet you were a real class clown Louis. I'm sure all your little friends found you so funny." Lilly had a blank look as she spoke.

"Well, I did have my moments." Louis chuckled. "Providing laughs for the masses, I was just doing my job."

"I'm sure... Tell me, do you see anyone laughing now?" Her response made Louis fall silent and his grin faltered again.

"What can I say, tough crowd tonight... it probably has something to do with the fact that we're here against our will but, hey, what do I know?" He flashed Lilly another one of his dashing smiles.

Lilly hummed before taking a deep breath. "I've had to listen to your horrible attempts of humour since we got you here and I'm bored of it. My people have told you to shut up; your people have told you to shut up. I suggest you do before you find out what happens next."

"What happens next?" Louis raised his eyebrows still grinning.

Lilly smiled at him again. "Final warning. Not another word." She turned on her heels and started to walk away.

"...Mysterious, I like it."

You felt how heavy the air got as Lilly stopped in her tracks. There was a deafening silence before Lilly turned to the woman who was first guarding the cells and nodded before continuing to walk away.

Louis just had a chance to look back at you and shrug before the woman slid open the cell door and pulled him out by his dreads.

You pounced up and ran towards the door but it was too late, she had already locked it behind them. You, Assim and Omar watched on as she threw Louis to the ground and pulled out a small hunting knife from her pocket. The impact of Louis head hitting the floor of the boat had stunned him enough for him not to notice the woman now kneeling down in front of him.

"Wait!" You shouted. "He's a fucking idiot he doesn't know when to stop. Please dont kill him. He won't say anything again, I promise."

The woman looked up at you through the bars. "Oh, I know he won't."

For a split second you could see her hesitation before she forced his mouth open. She grabbed the tip of his tongue with her fingers and pulled it out as far as it would go. Louis started to gain back some control of his body but it was too late. You watched in horror as she sliced it clean off with her knife and Louis' destroted screams filled the silence.

There was so much blood. You gagged and felt tears start to fill your eyes. The woman threw his severed tongue on the floor causing Aasim and Omar to look away in terror.

"No!" You shouted rattling your cell bars.

The woman grabbed Louis by the hair again and dragged him back to the cell. She told you to stand back before throwing him in again and locking the door. He collapsed in a crying, shaking heap on the floor and you ran to his side.

He shook violently and choked on the blood filling his mouth. You forced him onto his knees in front of you and made him look down so that the blood trickled out instead of collecting in his mouth.

"Cough it up Louis." You sobbed as he struggled for air. Despite the pain and the tears he listened and allowed the blood to drip from his open mouth. His hands were clinging to you as you struggled to hold him up. You could feel him getting weaker from the loss of blood and allowed him to lean his forehead on your shoulder. The blood from his wound seeped into your clothing but you didn't care.

"Louis..." Your voice broke as his yelps of agony still ricocheted off the walls of the cell. You slowly stroked your hand over his dreads as he sobbed into your shoulder

The realisation of what had just took place hit you like a tonne of bricks and you sobbed harder clinging to him. Never again would you hear his dumb jokes and the soft way he said your name. His singing... He would never sing again. All of that was gone. In a split second they had just ripped the very thing that made Louis Louis away.

"Oh Louis..." You cried again.

Despite his pain Louis weakly lifted his head when he heard your crying get louder. His eyes locked with yours and through the tears he forced a tiny smile and placed a blood covered hand on your cheek. He was still shaking and gasping but he needed to know you were okay. After all, he had always made you his priority.

"Why couldn't you just be quiet?" You cried into the palm of his hand. "Jesus Louis."

He looked at the ground ashamed. He had gotten himself there, just like how he found himself at Ericsons. He felt himself wobble and before he knew it his vision had gone black.

"Aasim! What do I do?! I don't know what to do!" You shouted as you caught Louis' limp body in your arms.

Aasim looked just as panicky as you did.

"Keep his mouth open and his head forward to stop him choking. Is he passed out or?... Check his pulse."

"Aasim; what if he is..." You felt a heavy pain strike your heart at the thought. Not only would the guy you love be dead but you would be trapped in a cell with no weapons against what came after. Hey, maybe it would be better than living without him.

"Check his pulse (F/N). It's the only way to know for sure."

You took a deep shakey breath and placed you fingers on his neck.

"There's a pulse. Its weak but it's there." You smile through your tears up at Aasim.

"Keep monitoring it. I'm trying to think about what Ruby would say. It's like that time that Willy cut his arm open pretty bad setting those traps and he passed out. She just kept checking his pulse and watching out for a fever... I wish she was here now." Aasim looked so defeated.

"Keep checking for a pulse and a fever and keep his mouth open and his head tilted forward . Okay. I've got this." You sounded out of breath and you went through the list in your head.

The blood still streamed from his mouth and you could see he was noticeably paler than usual as you dragged him away from the cell door and back to the far end of your little prison where you could get the most privacy.

You lay him down face first gently in your lap making sure to keep his mouth open. One of your hands stayed on his pulse point while the other stroked his pale cheek. Suddenly the cell seemed so much more lonely without Louis' voice filling it.

"You've got to get up Louis." You whispered. "You need to get up and you need to be okay because I can't bury you. I can't even imagine you not being here." You closed your eyes and a few more tears fell.

You took another deep breath and tried to calm yourself. Right now he needed you to be strong for him. You continued stroking his cheek and tracing his features all the while feeling your jeans soaking up his blood.

You felt a little bit creepy watching him so intensely but you never got the chance to look at him this long before. You found it hard to make eye contact with him for too long without blushing and giving your true feelings away.

You were so scared to admit how you really felt toward him. He was just so amazing and well... he could have anybody he wanted. He was a flirt after all and despite him flirting with you it never even crossed your mind that he would take it further.

As you looked down at him you felt that familiar feeling set into your bones. One of your favourite things about him was his freckles and right now you could see them in so much detail. It had been one of the things that first caught your eye as well as his dreads. You smiled despite the situation and wiped away some of the blood on his face, noting that his pulse was still there.

He was out cold for an hour before he started to groan and move. The bleeding had slowed considerably and he had regained a bit of colour meaning you could relax a little bit. You jumped when he pushed himself up, having got so used to his stillness. His eyes flew open and adjusted to the dim light. He winced remembering what had happened and you could see he had began to panic.

"Hey, Louis it's okay, I'm here." You placed you fingers under his chin and forced him to look at you. It took him a second to understand that he wasn't alone. He made a sobbing noise and threw himself into your arms. You hugged him close and stroked his back soothingly.

"You're going to be okay Louis. I'm gonna kill every single one of these bastards for what they've done to you."

He shook his head violently and pulled back. He brought his hands up to cup your face. His eyes were more serious than you had ever seen him. He shook his head again and made a low noise that sounded similar to a no.

"You think I'm going to let them get away with this? You're crazy Lou."

He made the noise again and squeezed your face a little harder. There was no way he was going to let them hurt you. He hated that you would even consider putting yourself in danger for him despite it being the same if the tables were turned.

"Louis your voice, your singing; they've stolen that from you... from me."

His eyes softened at your words. He thought, if anything, you'd be happy not to have to listen to his singing. He felt his heart flutter despite the amount of pain he was in. He adored you, he always had. Seeing the pain you were in over him gave him a little bit of hope that maybe you felt the same. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I'll kill them, every last one of them."

Louis just kept shaking his head.

"Why? Why can't I?"

He opened his mouth ready to explain until he remembered what had happened. Slowly he pointed to himself.

"You?" You furrowed you eyebrows catching onto his little game if charades.

He opened his eye and shook his head before pointing to himself again.

"I?"

Louis nodded. He then made a heart with his fingers.

"Heart?"

He shook his head again, still holding his fingers in a heart and looking at you expectantly.

"Love?"

He nodded and then pointed at you.

"Me- you?" You corrected yourself.

He nodded a third time.

" I love you..." It took you a few second to register what he had just signed to you.

"You- you love me?" You were so confused. "Like a friend?"

He shook his head and did the makeshift sign language again.

You felt yourself begin to smile. You're heart was fluttering wildly and you could feel the blush spreading across your face. You understood, if he had been in your place you wouldn't want him to risk his own health for you. It didn't make you any less mad at Lilly and her goons. She had took that moment away. You would never hear him speak those words to you and it was all you had ever wanted.

You pointed at yourself and made a heart before pointing to him and then holding up two of your fingers.

He smiled brightly even though his teeth were blood stained. You reached up and placed your hand on his cheek stroking his cheek. He nuzzled into the feeling and sighed. His tears had dried up and there wasn't much blood left. Slowly you leant forward and pressed your lips to his gently. His eyes widened in shock before they fluttered closed and he melted into the kiss.

You could taste the blood on his lips but they were so soft, just like you had imagined they would be. Louis made a small humming noise and you pulled away afraid you had hurt him.

"I'm sorry, was it painful?"

He smirk and shook his head, eyes still closed.

You chuckled quietly.

"Oh, so you were enjoying it then?"

Louis opened his eyes sheepishly and nodded again. He looked at your lips briefly before leaning forward and captured your lips with his.

"Well," You whispered when the pair of you finally broke apart. "I've imagined this moment so many times but never occurred to me it would be like this."

Louis smiled sadly and pointed to himself and then held up two of his fingers.

"You too, huh?" You mimicked his smile.

He nodded again.

"Come here." You patted your legs and he lay his head back down. You leant against the wall and closed your eyes convinced that Louis would pull through.

"What you said earlier, about Clementine coming to save us, I believe you. She's tough and she'll pull it off. Until then we're both alive and we have each other. At the end of the day that's all that matters."

Louis stared up at you as you spoke and absent-mindedly played with his dreads. You looked down at him and smiled. "Get some more sleep Lou. I'll be here when you wake up."

Louis took your free hand in his and squeezed it before allowing his eyes to close. You watched the rise and fall of his chest and smiled sadly to yourself. Your eyes looked to the door of your cell and the walls covered in flaking paint surrounding the two off you.

Clementine was coming you reminded yourself as you continued to play with Louis' hair and if you got the chance you were going to be the one to kill Lilly. That you promised yourself.

You closed your eyes and allowed the rocking of the boat mixed with Louis' heavy breathing to send you to sleep.

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thirsty-pixie · 5 years

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To Hell and Back

Dean x Reader

Summary:

Reader is dating dean before he goes to hell the reader sold her soul to save her dad and meets up with dean after the hell hounds came to fetch her soul

Pain shot through my body and the knife cut into the sensitive skin on my stomach. "Please I cant" I screamed in agony as salt was pressed violently into the fresh cuts. The pain intensified as a hot blade pressed against my thigh, tears poured from my eyes the pain from my heart breaking was worse than the physical pain being inflicted on me.

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I stood in front of the demon my chest heavy with anxiety "You'll get 10 years then your soul is mine" the demon said again pulling me out of my panicked thoughts. "Okay let's do it. Where do I sign." I took a step forward and the demon smiled. "My deals are signed with a kiss"

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"Sammy behind you" I shouted at Sam who moved just in time dodging the vampire dove at him. Dean swung his axe severing the head of the vampire with a grunt, "is that all of the?" Dean huffed as he set the head of the axe down on the barn floor. I nodded letting out a relieved laugh.

I started hunting with Sam and Dean after I made the deal with the crossroads demon to cure my father of stage 4 cancer. He was all I had left but I got screwed his cancer was gone but he got possessed by a demon and got killed during an exorcism. After that I started hunting I was a huge amateur at it but I tried my hardest. That's when I met the winchesters they were working on a case in a small town I was hunting in. They showed up in the diner dressed up like FBI agents asking the waitress questions about the murders.

All seemed normal until they started asking about cold spots or strange smells, I knew then that these two weren't FBI agents. They finished questioning the waitress and headed out to their car, I dropped 20 bucks down for my breakfast and followed them out. "So you boys are investigating the murders" I smiled walking up to the Impala they were leaning against. The shorter one pulled out his badge "yeah we're sent from the bur- " I held up my had to stop him "look I know what you actually are" I turn pulling my leather jacket off my shoulder to show them my tattoo to protect me from possession.

"I was 18 when my father died.... he was killed during an exorcism. I've been hunting ever since." I took a sip of my beer and set it back on the table. Sam shook his head and gave me a look of sympathy "You've been hunting alone for 3 years". I shrugged "yeah I don't know much only how to kill a vamp and exorcise a demon" Dean shook his head and laughed you're gonna need to learn a lot more than that."

And with that I became the plus one to the Winchesters boys, Sammy treated me like his little sister but Dean was different. One night we were traveling to a new city to work a case of possible zombies, Sam was asleep in the back seat leaving Dean and I awake in the front seat to entertain eachother. "I spy something grey" I smiled looking at Dean he looked around "mmm let me guess the moon" his tone was sarcastic as he spoke. "Loser. Hey can we stop at the gas station I gotta pee" we pulled into the gas station "Are we there already" Sam sat up rubbing his eyes "Nah man stopping to pee and fuel up" Dean said shutting off the car. I went inside first as dean began to fuel up. There was no line for the girls room but there was 5 people waiting for the mens room. I was in and out quick returning to the impala to chat with Dean.

I leaned against baby smiling at Dean who was talking about one of his hunting stories from when he was with his dad. We were waiting for Sam to use the bathroom and Dean to finish fueling up before we left. Dean kept getting closer as he talked till we were standing inches from each other. I laughed nervously looking up at Dean, I bit my lip slightly not realizing it. His eyes looked down to my lips then back to my eyes before he grabbed the back of my neck pulling me in. Our lips crashed together in a frenzy of passion and hunger, my heart was pounding out of my chest his free hand found it's way to my hip pulling me closer. Our kiss was cut short by the click of the gas pump telling is the tank was full. We kept our relationship quiet for as long as we could but everything comes out eventually.

Dean lay on the ground the hell hound had come for his soul, sobbing I pulled his lifeless body onto my lap. "DEAN. No you can't you asshole" I held him close as Sam tried to pull me off "Y/N he's gone" I pushed Sam away screaming "NO he's coming back! Hes not gone"

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I woke up and whimpered I had passed out from shock, I pulled against the chains that restrained me. I heard the familiar footsteps followed by the keys opening my cell door, Dean stepped in grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. "Dean please" I tried to beg him to let me be but he ignored me his eyes were glossy as if he were going to cry. I had been in hell for what felt like 10 years and their idea of torture was to have the love of my life hurt me in ways that would make a cereal killer flinch. Dean was ruthless as he tortured me but nothing he could do to me could hurt more that the feeling of my heart breaking.

I trusted Dean. He enjoyed this, I was pulled out of my thoughts by a sharp pain from my leg. I looked down at my leg that had been twisted to a discusting angle, Dean had broken my leg with his bare hands. "DEAN! I know you're still in there. Please" I cried out in attempt to waver his actions only to receive a blow to the face with the blunt end of a knife. Hes enjoying this, "Dean please I love you I cant take it anymore. I'm begging you" tears and blood streaked down my face. Dean's expression softened a little showing the slightest bit of sadness.

Suddenly the room lit up a bright white light, I felt something grab onto me and pull me up.

I opened my eyes and all I could see was darkness and wood. Screaming I pounded against the wood in attempt to escape, Dean had used my greatest fear against me. One that I had told him to never tell anyone. "Hold on Y/N" I heard a muffled voice yelling followed by the sound of a shovel cutting through dirt. I had passed out from a panic attack before Dean had got to me, he pulled me out of my grave and held me close memories of the horrible thing he had done to me.

"Wake up please. I'm so sorry" he moves my hair out of my face kissing me several times in attempt to wake me. "I'm so sorry I love you so much" a tear landed on my cheek making me flinch causing me to wake up. I opened my eyes to see the love of my life the reason for my heartbreak staring down at me. I squealed and backed away falling backwards into my grave. "Stay away please. No more. No more." I put my hands up to shield myself from more pain. Dean looked at his hands that were shaking from anger, he had done this his actions caused you to cower away from him.

Dean slid down into the hole in from of my and gently pulled me to him. He hugged me rubbing my back "I'm so fucking sorry.... I don't expect you to forgive me. I love you" he kissed the top of my head his breathing was shakey hinting to the fact that he was trying not to cry. I had gave in to full blown sobbing in his arms we sat there in that grave for what seemed like hours before Dean spoke. "We need to go get out of here and get ahold of Sammy" I looked up at Dean whose eyes were overcome with sadness "you're right.... I love you Dean."...... "I love you too Y/N"

#dean x y/n #dean #sam and dean #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #supernatural imagine #supernatural #spn #hell #evile dean #demon dean

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possiblypeachy · 5 years

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tea & schemes (3)

―; summary: the pair take a walk through The Strand.

―; pairing: jacob frye x ofc

―; word count: 3.3k

―; warnings: none?

―; A/N: i thought The Strand would be a good place for the appropriately lively Florence to live but she lives with her brother ?? so i’m not sure why i made that decision ?? i also realised that everyone who lives in the house has a name beginning with ‘F’

anyway do enjoy a good bit of conversation between Jacob and Florrie!! they are just babie!!

―; part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

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“-- and then he--” Florence was in hysterics, a finger coming up to wipe back the tears forming in her eyes. She had quite the infectious laugh; it was a very throat-based noise and required a lot of air, sounding much like a series of strained ‘hee’s followed by a hiccup when she finally inhaled again. Jacob couldn’t help but laugh along with her, if not at the story she was telling, but at her god-awful giggling. “-- he stood from his seat, wobbling like buoy on water, clambered up onto the bar and--” Finishing the tale was proving to be difficult and, to steady herself, one of her hands clamped to Jacob’s arm while the other pressed against her own chest in an effort to steady her breathing. “-- began to undress while singing ‘God Save The Queen’ at the top of his lungs.”

“You’re still talking about Freddy?”

Florence hiccuped again and nodded, her shoulders shuddering, trying to gesture for them both to turn to the left. “He slunk back in the door the next morning in his underpants. I practically inhaled my tea; you can still see the stain on one of my dresses.” She looked up to the sky, eyes watering, and blinked vigorously, trying to calm herself down. “Oh, the other stories I could tell about good Sergeant Abberline.”

Jacob grinned. He was more than happy to hear those; he was already revelling in the idea of Freddy’s face when he brings it up. “Well, we do have time to spare; you did say it's a good walk to your house.” He raised a brow, that mischievous glint in his eyes when Florence finally looked at him again.

She swallowed, like she was trying to suppress the rest of her ceaseless giggling, then shook her head, removing her hand from Jacob to thread a few strands of loose hair back into its bun. “No, no; I want a story about your days back in Crawley.”

He rolled his eyes and gave a shrug. “There isn’t much to tell.”

“Oh,” Florence began, mimicking him with how she threw her eyes upwards too. He gave a smile-- one that said ‘you cheeky sod, “I’m not an idiot, Mister Frye. I have worked out your business already. Need I remind you that I am an incredibly invasive sister and I know of my brother and his…” She gestured to his gauntlet with an upward curl of her lips, “allies?”

Jacob returned the look but his right hand went to fiddle with the device attached to his forearm. “How?”

“Henry Green’s curios shop is a pleasant little place, isn’t it? He and my brother often have splendid meetings while I browse his wares.”

The devilish look painted across her features made him sigh and grin. “You are sneaky, Florrie.”

It was her turn to huff. “At least call me something different if we’re going to discard formalities; that’s my brother’s name for me and I’d… prefer if I didn’t think of you both at the same time.”

“Why?” He gave a grin filled with innuendo, a smug gleam dancing merrily behind his gaze. “Worried that when you dream of me, dear old Freddy will come and ruin it all? Ah, just as we were about to--”

“Jacob.” How fitting that the first time she said his name was as a plead for him to stop.

The man in question chuckled. “My name sounds so nice coming from you… Flor.”

“That’s… better, I suppose.” Florence trailed off for a moment or so, as though she was trying to settle on an opinion on ‘Flor’ being her newest nickname. Before she could even bring up her first concern of ‘that sounds awfully like the word ‘floor’’, another thought pushed that to the side and she pointed an accusing finger at Jacob. “Stop trying to distract me from the story you owe me.”

He held his hands up in surrender, taking a skip in his step to keep up with her as she hurried across the road, all too aware of the carriage driver that appeared to be going that bit too fast. “Alright, alright. You want to hear something about me or Evie?”

Considering, she tilted her head to the side. A smile appeared and he already knew her answer. “You.”

“Of course.”

Florence grinned and tilted her head toward his as if to tell him to get on with it.

“Just before Evie and I came here, we were sent to Croydon, having been asked to--” A small group of people walked past them, clad in clothes that told that the pair were entering a place of greater wealth. Jacob gave an inconvenienced frown, “-- take care of two people. Mine was Rupert Ferris--”

“Ah, I read of his demise in the newspapers. It was your handiwork, then?”

“Yes, and it was all going swimmingly until I…” He paused. She looked up at him expectantly. “... derailed a train.”

“You what?”

“I derailed a train.”

A silence filled with confusion on her behalf fell between them. From what he could see, her lips had pursed and her brows had knitted together; he could tell she was trying to piece together the puzzle. Florence opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her eyes met his with appropriate bewilderment. He began to smile then broke out into laughter. She huffed out her own chuckle, through which she observed: “I feel like I’m missing a piece of the story here. Why did you-- how did you--”

“I was escaping on the train and some of those damned Blighters switched the track we were on. It was an unfinished line and… off the ledge it went. It wasn’t my fault, per se--”

“But, if you hadn’t have been on the train, it wouldn’t have derailed.”

She had the Devil’s smile stretched across her expression again.

Jacob sighed. “Well, maybe it was going to derail regardless and--”

“I doubt that.”

“You are horrible to me, Florence Abberline.”

The brunette practically cackled. Jacob had to look away to hide his growing smile from her, lest he give her the satisfaction of having beat him at his own game. Where did she get it from? Maybe Freddy did have another side to him.

He turned back to her when she gave a thoughtful hum-- her train of thought having obviously swerved to its next course. “Why were there Blighters in Croydon?”

“Starrick has his fingers in every pie in and around London; of course his little army would be out there too.”

“Starrick?”

Oh.

“As in, Crawford Starrick? Railroad baron Starrick?”

Oh. She didn’t know that it seems.

“He’s at the top of the food chain? Goodness, I attended a dinner party last November and he was there. I.. spoke to him; he seemed… he seemed nice enough, actually.” Florence was lost in the maze of her own mind, obviously quite taken aback by this realisation. She gave Jacob a look. “Is he a…?”

“A bastard? Yes.”

She rolled her eyes; Jacob was lucky that he didn’t get a hit to the arm. “No. You know what I mean.”

“A Templar? He is. I--” His face crumpled, eyes narrowed and brows drawn together, “Does Freddy tell you everything?”

“He tells me who to stay away from while travelling about the city; they’re a thoroughly discussed topic between us. Well, how to identify them and why they’re dangerous.”

Jacob raised a brow, relenting. Freddy made a fair enough decision in telling her; if he made any moves against the Templars-- intentional or not-- it would be exceptionally easy to get to a well-cherished and sheltered sister. It was a relief to know that Florence wasn’t the latter.

“Good.” He assured, nodding. “They’re people that you shouldn’t want to interfere with.”

“But you endorse me meddling with the affairs of a kidnapper?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s… different.”

She was staring at him with a look of mild annoyance. “You’d better not start sounding like my brother.”

“Templars are just… another area entirely to your common criminal.”

Florence frowned but said nothing more, a heavy quiet hanging above them. It stayed like that for a small while as they walked together, passing by men and women all dressed up to go out for the night. The lamplighters had begun their task of lighting up the boroughs of London for the evening, casting the pair in a warm yellow glow as the early evening settled it. By design, The Strand looked gorgeous at night and she often revelled in the fact that she lived amongst such lively splendour. For Jacob, it was his first time really taking the area in, marvelling at the sheer amount of decoration gone into each street corner and the background hum of the upper and middle classes. A small crowd was congregating outside a grandiose building, a fountain and park before it. Florence, from gazing at that dress shop that she must remember to visit soon, turned to catch Jacob staring at the building, obviously intrigued.

“The Alhambra Music Hall. They’re showing a performance of Shakespeare’s ‘The Life and Death of King John’ this evening, thus all the fanciness; had I not got caught up in the plot with Mister Fullmore, I would’ve dressed myself up nicely and gone to watch it.” She paused, watching the crowd slowly shuffle their way into the hall. Florence made a noise akin to kissing one’s teeth, “A shame, really. I do love a bit of ol’ Shakey.”

Jacob blinked. “What did you just call him?”

Florence laughed through her nose, her mouth forming a tight-lipped smile before speaking. “Shakey.”

There was a moment of silence in which they both simply stared at one another.

“I think he’s rolling in his grave right now.” Jacob mentioned.

She tutted. “Well, I think that a man so involved and in love with drama would adore a nickname like Shakey and you, dear Jacob, cannot change my mind.”

They turned to walk down a side street, closed off to carriages and lined with shops. There was a distant roar of a train beneath the chatter of shopkeeper’s closing up and people ambling their way off to the local pub. Between the shops, Florence appeared to be counting the house numbers, leading Jacob to realise that she likely lived around--

“Here: my humble abode.” She gestured to a tall, slim home. The door was painted red and white flowers hung from the second and third floor’s windowsills. Curtains had already been drawn, though a soft glow still seeped through the rich, burgundy fabric. The first floor window was opened but only by a small amount, allowing the gentle aroma of the chicken dinner being served up inside to waft out to them. Jacob had to say: he was impressed. It wasn’t an extravagant home but a lot more than he expected from the bearded old lady and his less-than-arranged sister.

Florence gave him a small smile and a bow of her head but before she could say anything, the front door opened, revealing Frederick in… trousers? What a wonder: he actually looks quite normal, what with his waistcoat and a cup of tea in hand.

Seeing them both at home, the similarities between the siblings finally settled in. They both had the same high-cheekboned structure of the face and, while Florence’s nose was slightly smaller, that little hump on the bridge seemed to be a family trait. Her eyes rounded in a similar way to Freddy’s, though her irises were a lighter shade entirely. It didn’t take away from their strikingly alike features, however, and it seemed to finally click in Jacob’s mind that they weren’t lying about growing up together, despite their personalities having taken different turns.

“Florence, you’ve finally returned home--” Freddy mentioned, taking a step down onto the street. His dark eyes flickered to Jacob and his expression rather visibly dropped, “-- with Mister Frye.”

“Hello, Freddy.” He grinned, nodding his head at the older man.

Frederick seemed to be absent for a few moments before gesturing to his sister with the cup between his fingers. “I heard what you both did today; I got the report as I was about to come home. Thank you for the message with Mister Fullmore’s notebook, Florrie.” He gave her a sarcastic smile, a look of fatigue painted across the rest of his features.

Florence huffed out a laugh. “You’re welcome, my dear brother. Now,” she turned back to Jacob and gave him the same smile as before, “thank you for walking me home, Mister Frye.” He frowned in mock hurt at her formality but the hand that came to his arm as a parting gesture undermined it. “If you ever feel like doing any sleuthing with me again, do come and visit.”

“You can’t just invite people into our home, Florence.” Freddy piped up from behind her, obviously disgruntled with the pair’s growing friendliness. “I’ll tell Lissie to not open the door for him; if he needs anything, he can find me elsewhere.”

Her jaw shifted to the side slightly, annoyed with her brother’s interference. Her voice low, she mentioned: “My bedroom window is open most of the time if you wish to speak with me-- the third floor.”

He gave a small nod, then took a few steps away, allowing Florence to return to the warm confines of her home. Freddy shuffled to the side, allowing his sister to step indoors, her body disappearing from Jacob’s view.

Freddy took a sip of his tea. He looked like he was pondering whether to say something or not. His eyes flickered away from Jacob for a moment before he finally took a few strides toward the assassin. “Thank you for at least getting her home safe.”

“It wasn’t a problem. Your sister makes for pleasant company.” Jacob gave one of those smiles, effectively prodding the man before him.

Freddy only gave a sigh in response.

“Well,” Jacob threw his arms out at his sides, starting to walk backwards, “I’m off to have a few pints, rally some lads to our cause.” He raised a hand to salute goodbye to Frederick, a smug grin plastered onto his expression. “I’ll be sure to sing a bit of ‘God Save The Queen’ in your honour, Freddy.”

Freddy’s face dropped but, before he could say anything, Jacob had already left.

Florence had settled at the dining table while her brother and Jacob said their goodbyes. Lissie perched on the seat beside her, ready to jump to her feet when Freddy returned. The older woman’s blue eyes were filled with excited light, one of her hands pressed lightly against the fabric of Florence’s skirts. “Who was that bloke, eh?” She grinned, tapping her mistress’ leg as if to try and poke some kind of gossip out of her. “He was quite the looker.”

Florence breathed out a laugh, taking a sip of the wine that she had already poured for herself, avoiding Lissie’s prodding gaze. “His name is Jacob Frye and he was helping me with something today.”

Lissie leant back, placing a hand over her chest. “That boy could help me any day.”

The giggle that left Florence was the kind that came after a naughty joke, the dimple in cheek on show through the wine glass she tried to use to cover her grin. “You minx, Felicity Marlowe.”

The cook gave a hearty laugh, raising a suggestive eyebrow at Florence. “Is Mister Frye going to be visiting again?”

“Not in any way that you would like. Probably only to help me with my little side-jobs, if at all.” Lissie furrowed her brows and, gesturing to the open doorway with her wine glass, Florence continued. “Freddy apparently forbids it. He’ll tell you, later on, to not open the door for him if he knocks.” She took a sip then sucked in air through her teeth afterwards. “My dear brother wants to protect me from ungentlemanly people, I suppose.”

“Oh, but they’re the best kind of people, dear.”

Florence laughed. “As I’ve begun to discover.”

Freddy finally came back inside, having finished his tea now and looking rather peeved. “That was one time at the pub and I have asked you to drop it.”

Florence gave Lissie a side glance, sipping her wine once more before setting it down on the dining table. The older woman returned the look then hurried back down the stairs to the kitchen. “It’s a funny story, Freddy; I didn’t mean any harm by it.”

“That’s all well and good but he is my colleague now; that’s like telling one of my men what--”

“I likely have before.”

Frederick paused, raising a hand to his forehead as if he could feel a headache coming on. There was silence for a few moments, during which only Florence’s cutlery clattered gently. Then, he sighed and took a seat across from her, interlocking his fingers on the surface of the table.

He opened his mouth once, then tilted his head, reevaluating his words. Florence had yet to look at him, focused on carefully slicing the roasted potatoes before her. “You can’t--”

She clenched her jaw and placed her cutlery down, a harsh stare now boring into her brother. “Don’t.”

One of Freddy’s hands came out, trying to calm the storm before it could even properly form. “You can’t start getting involved with the Frye’s business.” She went to speak but he interrupted her. “You know how dangerous that can and will be and I don’t want to have to write a letter to mother and father explaining how I couldn’t keep you on a safe path.”

“I don’t plan to hop around rooftops and start assassinating people with them, Frederick. I just want people to finally have fun with; I don’t care for sitting about, waiting for a husband to appear out of thin air.” He rolled his eyes, trying to think of a rebuttal, but it just made Florence angrier. “If anything, I am helping you with what I do-- unpaid-- and, with Jac-- Mister Frye-- willing to go with me, you should feel more assured of my safety, not less.”

“Do not think I haven’t noticed the mark on your cheek, sister. Did you magically hit yourself or was Mister Frye unable to protect you as he should’ve?”

Florence stood from her seat, chair squeaking harshly across the wooden floor. Her hand reached for her wine glass and she threw the rest of the drink down her throat, slamming the glass down onto the table. “At least Mister Frye was there, Freddy.” She narrowed her eyes. “You know how I hate it when you dismiss me-- like I’m some kind of underling to the big sergeant. Maybe I should’ve stayed in Dorset; it’s not like you’ll allow me to do much else here in London.”

Quiet fell between them. Florence sighed deeply. Her eyes told of regret of speaking so harshly to him but her mouth simply said: “Goodnight, Freddy” before she made her ascent up the stairs.

Frederick was left at the table, staring at the tablecloth somberly, fiddling with his fingers. He should’ve been gentler with her. She was right; he let her move in with him because he knew of her unending desire for all things new and entertaining but he rarely approved of the things she suggests doing. Though, how could a brother allow his sister to run about, getting herself into situations where she could get hurt or, God forbid, die?

He would speak to her again another time-- a calmer time. Perhaps they could reach a middle where they would agree. Frederick took the opened bottle of wine from the end of the dining table and poured some into the glass Florence had left.

He knew this wouldn’t be the last time she'd be seen with either of the Frye’s, despite his concerns.

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed: syndicate #ac: syndicate #assassin's creed syndicate #jacob frye #jacob frye x oc #jacob frye x reader #frederick abberline #evie frye #florence abberline #the abberline siblings are just babey i guess #writing them arguing made me sad

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the-writing-dump-bin · 5 years

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Open Arms

Gyro Zeppeli x female reader (song used Open Arms by Journey) hope you all are as thirsty as I had been for this cowboy.

N*S*F*W +18

The door sounded with loud pounding as you beat your fist on the wood. It was only ten o'clock, someone had to be awake. If not, they would be from your relentless pounding.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming, stop banging on the damn door!" The door opened and you saw Johnny on the other side. "Y/N?" He asked in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"Is Gyro home?" You asked, barging your way into the apartment.

Johnny sighed at your forcefulness. You were always welcomed in their shared apartment, having been friends with them for so long, but sometimes showing up unannounced at night made Johnny a little annoyed. "He's in his room. And please, come in."

"Thanks." You said, making your way down the hall. Knocking lighter this time, you tapped your hand on the door. When you heard his voice telling you to come in, you opened the door gently.

Gyro was laying on his bed casually as he watched tv; dressed in only sweatpants. When he saw you enter, he sat up a little and looked for a nearby shirt but couldn't find one. He was about to cover himself up a little by crossing his arms over his chest until he saw how flustered and angry you were. "Y/N? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Mark! He's a fucking jerk!" You had been dating this guy for a few months, but the last couple weeks had been nothing but arguing and yelling.

Being your best friend, Gyro had heard everything that you complained to him about horrible dates over the last couple years. Secretly, Gyro adored you, but he was always too afraid to tell you how he felt, so he kept himself in the friend zone in fear of losing what he already had with you.

"I suggested that we work on this by going out to dinner tonight but what does he do? He starts going off at how my life is going nowhere with my writing and that I need a new profession." You paced near the foot of his bed, waving your arms as you voiced your complaint. "Then, he starts looking over at a table of girls and gave them inviting looks! Seeing this, I threw my drink in his face and stormed off. I didn't want to go home, in case he decided to follow me there, so I came here. I hope thats okay, I know its late and I didn't call first."

"Of course it is." Gyro said, shuffling his body to the side a bit. He waved a hand at you, telling you to come over. You made your way over and cuddled into the left side of his body, putting your arm over his stomach and your head resting on his chest. You two had been in this position before; it was his favourite. Feeling you close to him brought him warmth throughout his body. Pulling you closer, he used his left hand to stroke your hair.

Gyro always gave you comfort when you were feeling down. Whether it was because of work or because of failed relationships, he was always there to make you feel calm and happy. Snuggling into him, you could smell his refreshing scent of fresh linen. Did he always smell this good? With your head resting on his chest, you noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. When you walked in, that didn't seem to cross your mind over how worked up you were. You've seen him without a shirt countless times, but cuddling like this made your heart skip.

The only light that filled the room was from the tv, making Gyro's toned body look incredibly irresistible to you as the shadows danced across the valley of his abs. Your body relaxed as you focused the feeling of Gyro's gentle strokes through your hair. The touch so caring and loving; not one of your ex's ever gave you such affection like this. Turning your head slightly, you nuzzled his chest, brushing your lips softly on his skin.

Gyro's eyes went wide when he felt your action. His heart picked up pace and his hand stopped in mid stroke, fingers tangled in your hair. "Wh-What are you doing?" His face flushed red and his cheeks heated.

What were you doing? You weren't exactly sure. But something about Gyro's care for you made you realize that he was the only man to make you feel like you mattered in this world. He always supported you in anything you did. He never made you feel bad about your passion for writing and loved reading your stories; giving you feedback when you needed it. You pulled your hand back from around him, resting it on his stomach as you moved your kisses upward to his neck. "Gyro..." You whispered breathlessly.

The air in Gyro's lungs felt like it had been knocked out of him when he heard you breathe his name. The feel of your touch sending shivers through him. He had always dreamt about you two together, but you had just broken up with your boyfriend. "Y/N..." He said quietly, feeling your lips move up again towards his jawline. "You're feeling sad, you're not thinking straight."

Your hand moved up his body, resting on his collarbone. Your own body was turned into him, almost laying right on top of his. Looking deeply into his amazingly green eyes, you said "No, Gyro, I am finally seeing what's always been in front of me." A finger caressed his cheek. "You've always been there for me, supported me in anything I did, made me laugh when I wanted to cry. Without being together, you have shown me more care and love than anyone I had dated." A tear ran down from your eye. "I-It's always been you."

His heart started to ache when he heard your words. He always wanted to be with you but settled with being friends. His life felt so empty and cold when you weren't around. Bringing up his hand, he wiped away the tear that fell from your eye; a loving sigh escaped from his mouth. "Y/N..."

Your noses touched, eyes darting around each other's face, waiting to see who would make the first move...which ended up being the both of you. At the same time, your lips connected with his in a slow and gentle kiss. Gyro's hand slid behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. He longed to feel you this way and now it was happening. Your stomach did flips of excitement as your tongue prodded between his lips, wanting permission inside, which he gladly let you enter. "I've thought about this a lot." Gyro confessed between kisses, his hand flexing lightly in and out of a fist.

Slowly, you moved so that you were straddling his waist while he was still propped up against the headboard of his bed. Moving your mouth from his lips to his ear, you whispered "What else have you thought about, Zeppeli?" A growl emitted from the blonde male as you returned to his mouth, your hands splayed out on his chest. When your nails dug into his pectorals, it caused Gyro to take a sharp inhale through his nose and grabbed at your back, balling his hands in your shirt. "Tell me everything you thought about. I want to hear it. Did you think about these?" You pulled your shirt over your head, your beasts resting perfectly in your laced bra.

Gyro stared, entranced by your beauty before him. With a single finger, he traced the outline of your garment. "I have." His thumb formed small circles around your nipple through your clothed breast, making you whimper. Using his free hand, he reached around and undid the clasp; the straps slid off your shoulders with ease. Moving his hand away, the rest of your bra fell on top of him, which he threw away with haste. He took a moment to burn your image into his head before he pulled you so close that your bare chest was against his.

Your head nuzzled in the space between his neck and shoulder while he held you, breathing in your scent. In this moment, nothing was said, just the sounds of your breathing and the rise and fall of your chests. This felt so right. How could you had been so blind to this perfect man that was already in your life? Gyro's arms squeezed tighter around you, like he was afraid to let you go. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked you quietly. Sitting up so you were face to face with him, you simply said 'yes' and began to kiss him again.

You could feel Gyro becoming harder underneath you with every time your lips connected, causing your hips to move minutely over him. In a swift move, you felt a hand slide into your pants, making you squeak out an 'oh'. His fingers rubbed you softly. "I've thought about this, too." He said, feeling how wet you were. He was making you a panting mess as you were on your hands and knees over him. "God...look at you. So damn beautiful." He could see the pleasure across your face as you moved your hips over his hand.

Slipping a couple fingers inside, he made your eyes roll back. "Nnnngh!" Your mouth found his nipple and you started sucking and licking. Gyro could tell you were getting close to your release with your walls contracting around his fingers. "That's it, my love, look at me. Look at me while you cum." You did as you were told and stared up at him with your mouth in an open pant. He pressed his hand against you as you rode out your first orgasm caused by him. "Fuuuuck." He hissed, pleased he could make your face like that.

Your arms and legs felt shakey and that you could collapse at any moment, but Gyro flipped you over onto your back and pulled off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely naked. "Shit..." He ran a hand through his hair. Having you like this before him was a dream come true. Pulling his sweatpants off, he climbed on top of you, caging you with his arms. His long, blonde locks fell over you like a curtain. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gave him a few more kisses.

Gyro started to line himself to your entrance when you pulled your head to the side. "What about Johnny?"

He looked at you with his brows knit together and blinked. Scoffing, he said "I was...kinda hoping this could just be the two of us."

"Not like that, you moron. I mean, what if he hears us?"

Gyro smiled. The thought of him making you scream with ecstasy as you two were flown into the heavens made him want the whole world to hear. "Let him." He entered you slowly so he wouldn't overwhelm you while you adjusted around his cock. "Oh my God." He said while he inched in. "You make the best faces." Once he was fully sheathed inside, he started a rhythmatic pace, sending jolts into your core.

Getting faster, Gyro pulled your legs up and pinned them to the bed, spreading them wider. The sensation was incredible as he pounded his long, hard cock inside you. You balled your hands into the sheets. "Oh! Oh! Ah ah ah! D-Dear God, Gyro! Fuck me! Nnnnnnngh! This feels so good! Why haven't we done this before!" He was a much better partner than any other lay you had before. Pulling his head to yours, you looked him straight in the eyes. "Cum inside me. I want to be filled by you."

"Oh, you got it, babe."

It was his sole mission to bring you over the edge with him. He kept going, not stopping until you were both thrown into bliss. Then there it was. Both of you seized as you pressed your hips to each other, trying to keep the orgasm going for as long as you can. His cock twitched inside while your walls twitched around him. Coming down from your highs, Gyro collapsed on top of you, still inside your pussy. Pulling up his head, you kissed him hard. "Gyro... I love you."

Gyro was exhausted, but manage to grin as he panted to catch his breath. Resting his head on your chest, feeling you heart beat, he closed his eyes and sighed. "I love you, too. Don't think that that was all that was gonna happen tonight. I want to keep going."

Grinning yourself, you stroked his hair. "Well, I'm not going to say no to that."

#jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #my fic #my writing #writing #gyro #gyro zeppeli #n*s*f*w #readmores

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Nightingale's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Day 5

Kaja was worried...Chip hadn't come back to the barracks after visiting Tongo, and the morning inspection was about to occur. If Chip wasn't in his bunk, then the guards would get suspicious and start asking questions and digging around. She and one of her resistance contacts had smuggled a few weapons out of the storage facilities and stored them in a hollowed out section near Chip's bunk...If the guards searched there, they were doomed.

She kept staring at the window in the hopes that the white haired boy would just appear out of thin air with that dopey grin and a sheepish apology for scaring her...but he never showed up. There was shouting from outside and everyone took their positions, ready for the morning drill. It was the roegadyn, Falling Timbers, again...the large Hellsguard soldier walked in with a toothy grin and a pep in his step...that couldn't be good.

"Alright, you savages!" He called in his usual greeting. "Time for your inspection! We're going to be extra thorough today, so if anyone wants to step forward and speak up, please...do so!" He began slowly marching forward, looking at each individual prisoner. Kaja exchanged a wary glance with the people she and Chip had recruited. Each one stared back, trying not to sweat. No one spoke.

"Well, seems everyone is awful somber and stoic this morning...Guess we'll just have to have a look-see..." Timbers snapped his fingers and his men surged forward, tossing matresses and ripping apart the barracks. To their credit, everyone acted the usual level of scared and nervous as they always did. Trained resistance operatives as some of them were, they knew better than to under or over act.

The Roegadyn seemed to be making a straight shot toward Kaja and Chip's bunk bed, grinning all the while. Kaja understood suddenly, with horror...They had captured him...it was over...

Falling Timbers marched up to Kaja and tilted his head. "Bunkmate leave early for his shift, rabbit?" He asked, although his tone made it obvious he was being rhetorical. "Guess you won't mind if we peep around then, eh?" He motioned for her to step aside. She balled her fists and furrowed her brow. She wasn't going to give up without a fight...

"Get your mitts off my stuff, you Garlean dog!" An angry voice shouted from down the line. Kaja looked in surprise...one of their men. A highlander swung his meaty fist directly into the jaw of the guard searching his gear before making eye contact with Kaja. There was a very subtle nod from him before the others converged on him and took him to the ground.

The Roegadyn guard grinned and diverted, smelling new blood in the water. He walked up as his guards beat and shocked the Highlander with their batons. Timbers waited for a moment before waving them off.

"Ahhh, finally...a troublemaker. Django, you've already had your first strike isn't that right? Guess it'll be to the cages with you..." he chuckled, motioning for the guards to haul the beaten Highlander up. "Let them be an example to you all..." Timbers murmured with gleeful menace, before exiting with his prey in tow.

Kaja exhaled a shakey breath...them...He said 'them'. Chip wasn't dead yet, they had a chance still. The warden would make it a public affair if he had found out who Chip was, and the fact that the boy wasn't back HERE meant he was being held despite having no strikes...She would retrace his steps and figure out what she could. They were doing this...

Kaja left to do her shift, focusing less on her work than she usually did as she wiled the hours away until lunch. She needed to speak with Tongo. If Chip had made it, she would be able to get through to the bangaa. She was getting ready to pack up before a frazzled looking hyur grabbed her sleeve and got her attention.

He had ratty black hair and patchy facial hair, but she recognized him sort of...He had been caught sneaking out once to see his wife in the barracks, and had been given a strike. He looked...guilty. That worried Kaja...

"Kaja..." he murmured. "Are you Kaja?" He asked quickly, eyes flitting about like a mouse expecting a hawk.

"I am..." she replied cautiously.

"Your friend, Chip, sent me with a message...he said that if he did not kake it back to you, then they had taken him. He asked you to make sure everything was ready and wait for his signal..." the hyur stammered. Kaja exhaled slowly, closing her eyes. Had he planned on being caught?

"How did he get taken?" She asked sharply, sending an accusing glance at the man as she opened her amber eyes. He gulped and took a step back.

"I-I got caught out after curfew...he...he saved me from the guards, by pretending to be me...and I saw the Roegadyn dragging him away shortly after he ran..." the man explained. Great...just great...no wonder Timbers was so smug this morning. Curse that boy and his heroism...still, she found it endearing if not reckless...She dismissed the man and left to find Tongo at lunch time.

The large bangaa was only allowed one meal a week, so she knew to find him at his personal cell. She ran quietly around to the back and grabbed the bars. Immediately a giant hand covered hers and pinned her in place.

"Who are you..." the beast of a bangaa asked in a slow growl.

"A friend of Chip's...He has been captured. I needed to know of he spoke with you!" Kaja hissed in a panicked rush. She didn't want to lose her hands...

To her genuine surprise, Tongo looked shocked and...worried. "Chip...taken?" He asked quietly. Kaja nodded and he released her, moving to his door. He banged on it, sending the metal door flying open and began to march out. "Rescue..." Tongo growled as he stalked forward. Kaja quickly cut him off, placing her hands on the bangaa's abdomen and bracing. It did no good as she simply slid backwards as Tongo effortlessly moved forward, like she wasn't even there.

"No, Tongo!" Kaja insisted. "He said to wait for the signal! But I need your help to be ready for that!" She tried her best to stop him, and finally he slowed to a halt...she doubted it was because of her brawn though. The bangaa looked down at her and huffed.

"What do you need me for..." his voice rolled out in resignation, like slightly depressed thunder.

"The other bangaa...you and I need to recruit them for the fight..." Kaja explained, running Tongo through their plans. The gentle giant nodded in understanding.

"Come...We speak with them both now..." Then he lumbered off towards where the bangaa would be after lunch. Maccar and Ba'karn were sitting on opposite ends of a large sandy square, staring each other down. Their seperate groups, equal in size, were likewise doing the same. It was an ever going cold war, as neither Bangaa wished to make an overt move on the other yet...

Ba'karn wanted to unite his kin and prepare for the inevitable war and glorious deaths that came with fighting Garlemald...Maccar wanted to rule the whole camp with an iron fist...Neither of them expected a lithe viera to stroll into the center of their arena.

Maccar and Ba'karn stood, staring at the wokan before she spoke. "Bangaa leaders, might i bend your ears for a spell?" She beckoned them forward with a finger. They, in confusion, obliged and approached her. "It is time for us all to leave this prison...A young man has come with hopes of saving us all...I think perhaps he can...but to do so, we will need your help. I have come to convince you by any means necessary." Kaja smiled.

Maccar balked. "You come into our home alone and demand we follow a HYUR into battle? Are you a mad woman?" He snarled.

"For once I agree with my rival..." Ba'karn said, his voice level and measured. He was ever the commander. Rumor was he served in the Dalmascan military as a fusilier before the fall. "I am willing to fight for my freedom, but not with an untested stranger." He mused. "I must test his might and convictions. Either he must show me his own power, or he must show me the power he weilds over others." The elder bangaa crossed his arms.

Kaja nodded and smiled, taking a step back. "That is what I shall do then. In his stead, you will face his champion." She bowed low.

Maccar and Ba'karn shared a look before bellowing out in laughter. "You!?" They said together. What could a single Viera do against the two second most powerful bangaa here!?

Their laughs fell short as a thunderous impact sounded behind them and something covered them in shadow. The two leaders slowly turned as a goliath of darkness rose behind them, a flare of pure destruction in its eyes.

"No..." it let out a rumbling growl. "Meeee...." Tongo tensed his muscles, causing them to bulge dangerously and forced the two bangaa to stagger backwards in fear.

"I serve the Nightingale...I serve the desert guardian...hear his name and tremble, for my leader is none other than...Chip..." Tongo's bassy growl shook the crowd to the core. Kaja was fairly certain that was the only time Chip's name ever inspired such awe and fear...she understood why he went by Arthur here.

Maccar and Ba'karn wisely conceded any duels and decided it would be in their best interest to ally wkth each other and with this evidently mighty Nightingale. With that settled Tongo went back to his cell to await further instructions, as did the bangaa warriors to their own barracks. Kaja went back to finish her shift and returned home for the night...she couldn't sleep though...

She was terrified for Chip...she hoped he could get out of this in the long run...Things were rapidly falling into place here. Django would have to hold out in the cages until Chip began the battle...Chip Wayman, Arthur D'ehcan, or the Nightingale...now more than ever she hoped he was the hero he claimed to be...

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Final Day

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