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timelessstardust99 · 3 months

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heart eyes | carmilla carmine x fem! oc

note: Magik was nineteen when she died in 2009 and now she's biologically fourty-three (I'm just assuming Hazbin Hotel is set in 2024), and Carmilla is in her mid 40s-50s. (Her wiki said that anyways). Magik is Abroromantic and Asexual. The only people she doesn't mind touching her are Alastor, Rosie, Angel, and sometimes Charlie (possibly Carmilla as well in the future).

This one shot is from my book on Wattpad, and it's an Alastor & oc (plus other characters, mostly Alastor tho), and I had really wanted to write something for Magik (oc ) and Carmilla, cause Carmilla is so cool and I love her design T-T Alastor and Magik have a brother-sister relationship, they're strictly platonic.

pairing: carmilla carmine & magik garcia (romantic)

Shit. was the first thought going through Magik's head as she gripped her hair in despair. Shit, shit, shit. Her ears flattened against her head as she groaned in displeasure. Angel and Husk both looked at her, the spider demon leaning over to talk to his friend. "Is she all right? She's been like that for the whole day." He asked the cat demon. He opened his mouth to reply, but Magik beat him to it.

"No, Angie, everything is not okay. Oh, this is so bad, why must it be me?" Magik cried in confusion, trying to understand how she even did this to herself. The two looked at her confused.

"What does that mean?" Husk questioned, raising his eyebrows, trying to figure out what she was talking about.

"I mean this," she turned to look at them, her golden pupils were shaped into pulsing hearts, "every time i look or even think about that woman, my eyes automatically do this." She spoke, her ears flicking in irritation as the small tail she had wagged furiously.

"Oh! Awe, you have heart eyes," Angel awed at his friend, his hand going over to pat her gently on the head, being mindful of her little antlers. She snapped at his hand.

"Do not "awe" at me. This is terrible! I don't know how this even happened, I'm never attracted to anyone," she said, turning to look back at the counter with her thumb in her mouth, trying to not have a mental breakdown.

"You know, it's not a bad thing to like someone, kid." Husk said, leaning over the counter next to Angel.

"Yeah, and who is this lucky person that's got you all worked up anyways?" Angel asked. Magik sighed, scratching her cheek.

"You promise you won't laugh at me, right?" She asked.

"No." The two said. Magik mumbled the name of the person she was crushing on, "sorry, you'll have to speak up kiddo."

"Carmilla Carmine." She huffed, hugging her middle as she turned her head away from her friends.

"Wait, seriously?" Angel spoke first, a light airy laugh leaving his lips.

"You said you wouldn't laugh..." Magik mumbled. Husk nudged the younger male, which had Angel look at him and be met with a glare.

"We're not laughing Magik, just surprised is all. She doesn't seem your type, her being an overlord and all." He shrugged, taking a swig of his cheap booze. Magik looked at both of them, her heart pupils still prominent and bright.

"I actually didn't think you could like anyone, with the way you always act. No offense, doll, but you're not that approachable. Especially when Al's around you." He admitted, taking the drink Husk had made him and took a small sip of the pink alcohol.

"Neither did I! I didn't even know I liked women! Oh no, what if people find out!" She gripped her hair again, worried that if people found out, she'd definitely be the laughing stock of hell. No one as high ranked as Carmilla would go for a low ranked sinner. And Magik wasn't even that much of a sinner. She still has a grudge against heaven for that one.

"Jeez, calm down toots. It's not the end of the world." Angel rolled his eyes.

"Yeah," Husk nodded. She looked at them and then banged her head against the counter and groaned again. Shit! she totally forgot the meeting she was supposed to go to with Alastor, yes, she wasn't an Overlord, but Alastor loved having her tag along with them. He always thought it was fun. With the new revelation of her pupils dilating into hearts, she wasn't very thrilled in tagging along with her brother figure.

"Magik, my dear, oh I missed you. How are you?" Rosie spoke as Magik came into the meeting room with Alastor next to her. The cannibal walked over to the jack rabbit demoness who wore sunglasses (very Crowley of you Magik) and gave the short adult a hug, bending down a little to reach her height.

"Hi Auntie Rosie," Magik said, using the title Rosie insisted on her saying. Rosie only grinned, letting her go and leading her to sit in between Alastor and herself. "And I'm all right, I'm a bit tired today. Eye bags are dreadful." She sighed, lying as she pointed at the glasses that hid her pupils. Alastor raised a brow at that, but didn't say anything.

The meeting started as she stared at all of the Overlords, most of them she didn't even remember their names. Then, her gaze went to Carmilla and her eyes instantly softened as she inwardly sighed. Oh, I hate my life. She thought, trying to fight the giddy smile that threatened to spread across her thin lips. Why did it have to be you? She was not happy right now. She knew her pupils had grown in size and knew the hearts would be a lot better to see if she had the glasses off.

"Is there something you'd like to say, Magik? You've been staring at me for quite a while?" Carmilla's voice brought her out of her head as she looked around, confused.

"What?" She asked, her ears flicking, the smile she didn't realize passed her lips quickly turned to a frown, though her pupils were still the same. "No?" She was confused. Why was everyone looking at her?

"You've been staring off into space, my dear." Alastor told her, his static filled voice catching her ears. She looked up at him.

"No I wasn't," she denied.

"Whatever you were doing, stop it." Carmilla glared at her. This demoness wasn't an Overlord, so she couldn't understand why Alastor insisted on having her in some of these meetings. Magik looked dumbfounded until she understood what she had done and her face turned red in embarrassment. Why me? smoke sizzled out of her ears which surprised quite a few of the Overlords as she silently groaned. "And why are you wearing sunglasses inside?" She asked.

"I uh... Have a black eye?" Magik lied in uncertainty. Rosie gave a tilt of her head.

"I thought you had eye bags?" The hellborn was clueless sometimes, and it usually made Magik's life a nightmare. Magik gave an unconvincing smile.

"That too... I'm a poor sleeper... Hehe..." Oh, kill me now. She felt like crying. All this because her pupils are hearts. Carmilla rolled her eyes and then they finally went back to the meeting, everyone momentarily forgetting Magik and her embarrassed state. Rosie however, had an idea what had happened, and her grin seemed to widen. She may be clueless sometimes, but she would know a little crush when she saw one.

#carmilla carmine #carmilla carmine x oc #female oc #demon oc #jack rabbit demon #heart eyes #abroromantic #asexual #asexual character #aroace #wlw #lesbian character #aroace character #alastor hartfelt #hazbin hotel rosie #overlords #hazbin hotel #vivziepop

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quodekash · 1 year

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im exhausted and could very easily pass out at any point in time, but it’s our skyy and it’s 11:30pm so here we go again

(because I’m so exhausted my commentary will very much be either very incoherent or there won’t be much of it at all)

theyre so cute omg

AYO THAT WAS UNSETTLING

IM SO USED TO HEARING THE ICONIC WOMAN SAY 'viewer discretion advised'

IT WAS WEIRD TO HEAR SOMEONE ELSE SAY THAT, JEEZ

maybe not QUITE like you love him, i think you'd get jealous

I FREAKING KNEW IT

DID I NOT CALL IT??

I THOUGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING BETWEEN THEM, HUZZAH I AM A GENIUS

does this mean phum also likes men?

cos if so... my man had a lot of internalised homophobia going on, jeez

its okay, you dont need to come out to anyone at any point in time ever. but telling nueng took some real guts, that was really brave of you, and im proud of you

WU AND DAVID

WU AND THE-ONE-WHITE-GUY

I LOVE THEM

im pretty sure i cried when he proposed to him

it makes me happy to know they remember them

EJRHDFBKV

ITS ALREADY WORKINGGGG

EYE CONTACT LETS GOOO

am i about to cry? are my eyes welling up with tears this very moment as i type this? we may never know.

but the answer is yes

AAAAAAA

THEY MADE IT TO 7 FREAKING HELL YES

THEYRE SO EXCITED FOR THEM

to the surprise of literally no one, i am quickly becoming more obsessed with the side couple than i am with the main characters

AWWWW

theyre back now yayyyy

my bro now has ✨visual impairment✨

but... if he's his ancestor... then petch had sex with a woman?

i guess they had to

as long as they were together and happy tho, it's alright

and as long as the woman/women were aware that like. the guys didnt love them like that.

HOLY QUACK

HELL YES

FREAKING HELL YES

THEY ARE WONDERFUL

THEY ARE PERFECTION

THEY ARE HAPPY

I AM OFFICIALLY OBSESSED WITH THE SIDE COUPLE

everyone act surprised

the letters are so cute

WHAT THE HELL FLASHBACKS???

IM CRYING AGAIN

i aspire to one day have a hawaiian shirt collection as plentiful as palm's

THEY HUG

THEY KISS

THEY FOREHEAD TOUCH

i strongly believe that forehead touching is more intimate than kissing and i will die on this hill

but. why. life in modern times is just generally better for literally at least two reasons that i can think of off the top of my head (shut up its nearly 1am im not thinking properly rn) 1. gay tights, 2. health

i meant to say gay rights but honestly gay tights is also a plus

so theres three reasons

1. gay rights

2. health

3. gay tights

OHHH, THAT ONE

YOU WANNA ENEMIES TO LOVERS YOURSELVES??

thats it. that's the only reason.

palm, you astound and confuse me (in a good way)

wHY

WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO GO TO WAR

WAR IS BAD FOR AT LEAST 6 REASONS

1. death

2. sad

3. i think lots of dead bodies are probably bad for the environment

4. none of the wars in the past are cool. id wanna see a war like 50 years into the future, what if there's like space lasers or something

maybe i should just watch star wars instead of time travelling

5. killing people makes you feel like a mean person

6. picture this scenario: you really want a snack, your favourite snack, whatever your favourite snack is, you're just really craving it. but you cant have it, because you're fiGHTING IN A FREAKING WAR

GERIKJDBF

i was right

IM FALLING APART AT THE SEAMS

AND NOW THEYRE PLAYING IT IN THE BACKGROUND AGAIN???

I AM DEAD. DECEASED.

THAT WAS FREAKING LOVELY

hey, you were just here!

^D^ i am excited for simm

my final thoughts: GUJERKDNGREJKVDBNREUJDFLGHNEOIRLHGPI34EHRNGP9O34EJTPGOJ34ERPOTGJ3P4IERHTG9P34HEJ9TGFH34EI0RHOTGF893UOWB4E0TIOFHJ3490WEIHGUVIBERNDGOIVHEROIDSUFJ390I4OWEHCUOBJREFDNICGOBVPREIODFN

thank you and goodnight

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adarkenedforest · 2 years

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An uncommon Mishap

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Thereal put his hand on his head, letting out a soft groan. What on earth was going on? It was so hot suddenly and his head hurt so much. Where was he? Was he finally in hell? He blinked, clearing his eyes and then he scene in front of him. "Why is there a talking racoon-" he said in surprise. The hellcat in front of him seemed to grow annoyed at that. "I am the great Grim not a racoon! Now hurry and give me those clothes or I'll roast ya!" A smirk seemed to befall the fuzzy creature's little face. How adorable.

He just shook his head, casually running out. He got turned around, confused by the dark area. "Ugh heaven really is bright compared to certain mortal worlds" he mused before he seemed to eventually get into a library. He marvelled at the floating books, rather confused by it all when suddenly a tall man stepped in. _'Is this the part where I get brutally murdered?-' Thereal thought to himself as the man launched into a speech. Thereal muttered responses but he was most intrigued by the man's dress and mask. What? Was it so criminal to admire someone's clothes?

Next thing he knew he was suddenly getting dragged back to somewhere called the 'Hall of mirrors' whatever that was. He just rolled his eyes. Looks like there were others at whatever this place was, he was too busy looking at his surroundings to pay much attention. He just let it happen though, best to just let it. Suddenly the man started going on and on about the area which made Thereal pause and look at him. "Magician?" He asked a bit confused. That wasn't as common as it was in the past, at least from what the other angels had told him.

Bird man (As Thereal had internally called him) just blinked "only those magicians seen as worthy by the Dark Mirror can attend this school" he said. Thereal just sighed. Oh god this wasn't some type of cult area was it? He hated those. He nodded along, listening with more interest as more was explained to him. He tried to adk a question when that feral hellbeast 'Grim' started to let out annoyed cries which made Thereal give him a glance. Jeez he sincerely hoped not everything was annoying as that furball.

xxx

Thereal just stood, staring at the dark mirror. Had it really not sensed his magic?- or could it lie... he honestly wasn't sure. Although he did seem to have gone into a glamour, so it wouldn't exactly surprise him if it had instinctively deeply hidden his magic deep down. Although that would also make using it a pain, it was just easier to go along with what the mirror had said. The headmaster however seemed distraught, completely confused by the assumption that Thereal was magicless.

As Thereal was thinking, Grim spat out his restraint. "I'll take his place!" The headmaster glared. "Stay where you are!" Thereal blinked, looking at the hellcat and sensing (during his rant) he was about to use fire magic. "Uh oh-"

The red-headed boy had just let out a warning cry when there was a bright flash of blue flame. Looks like his sense at least still worked-

Thereal tried not to laugh as a boy with ruby eyes and white hair leapt about, crying about how his butt had been set on fire. In the back he could just hear a beautiful student commenting to another about 'hunting'

Thereal tried not to laugh. Hey he was dazed and confused but there was complete chaos! How is that not funny? A rather hot looking man with a lion tail and ears scoffed, getting ready to leave while the chaos rained around him, completely disinterested. Thereal got up and dusted himself off, becoming aware of a device floating near his head. He turned and gave it a look and he could swear he could hear a screech eminate from the screen and it went away. He looked down and realised he seemed to be wearing a dark robe, like the ones the other wore which was.. odd. He definitely did not remember getting into something like that. He was kind of trapped into wearing white most of the time to keep up his 'angelic' appearance.

His attention was bought to another short student as he asked to be the one to capture Grim. He had silver hair and wore glasses, but Thereal couldn't see too much from where he had hidden to avoid getting turned into a roast. Thereal hummed, noticing the tablet was now floating next to the other student and talking, calling him 'Azul' and teasing him.

Thereal was bought out of his watching when the boy in the turban cried out again, anguished by his lack of help. Thereal grabbed him, using his own cloak to put out the fire. His nose wrinkled slightly. That smell reminded him a bit too much of the very boring place downstairs.

His eyes widened as the red student stepped forward, glaring at Grim and yelling "Off with your head!" Thereal let out a whistle as there was a slight glimmer in the hair and a heart shaped collar locked around the furry menace's neck. His green eyes narrowed slightly and he smiled slightly, covering his mouth with his hand. Oh he was much more invested in this world now.

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A/N: Well I was encouraged to post this so- here it is- my angel character Thereal in twisted wonderland. Lord have mercy on their souls, he's a menace to society.

-adarkenedforest

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #twst #oc #crossover #i dont know what im doing with my life #Grim #vil schoenheit #Yes thereal is a man appreciator what of it?

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edges-posts · 3 years

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I’m not gonna pretend to know why the universe sucks the way it does, why it robs you of the things you love the most or why, for whatever reason, it put me and you into this kid’s life. But we’re his dads now and our job is to protect him. We can’t change the past, but we can write a new future. One that is better for him.

-GARY GOODSPEED

Dammit. I knew this episode would punch me really hard in the feels, but nothing prepared me for this.

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations.

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao.

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms.

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!”

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you.

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?”

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you?

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you.

But... it felt nice.

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.”

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down.

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやるさようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。事故だったのは分かってる頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different!

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed).

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly!

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Rick and Morty X F!Reader | Custom S1E8.5

A/N: Here is my final pre-written which is a custom episode! The reason I made this was because I wanted (Y/N) to be more self-aware and exposed than Morty. Despite being twins she usually takes the responsibility of trying to carry both of their burdens. She now knows about her role in the universe and Rick seems to know that she knows, which adds more stress on to her. Rick is naturally suspicious of her for this but he still relates and connects to her easier than Morty.

Episode Name- (Y/N) and Morty Adventure

Word Count- 4,376

"Morty!" I swing open our bedroom door. Morty jumps, falling onto the ground.

"W-what the hell is-is your problem?!" He cries out. I aggressively pull him to his feet. I step back, hands on my hips.

"We're going on a (Y/N) and Morty adventure!" I announce. He stares back at me.

"H-huh? Do you mean j-just us? What about Rick? How do you expect us to go anywhere if he has the car?"

"What if we don't need the car?" I smile smugly. Morty continues to stare, his eyes widening in realization.

"You got the gun?!" He exclaims. I shush him.

"I got the gun." I pull out the portal gun, it glows its usual ominous green. He watches in awe.

"But how did you-?"

"Remember our last adventure? He left the gun in the car, and the next thing you know he is drunk. You may think, ‘(Y/N), but he is almost always drunk, and even when he is drunk he isn’t dumb enough to forget about it!’ and I would say that you were right. But , he simply left it inside the ship when we got out into the endless pile of trash. To help he was completely blacked out. I believe it made him think that he left it on the ship when he was sober. The only thing I had to do was grab it when he blacked out.”

“Wouldn’t he know that you took it?” Morty asks, he seems open to the plan but hesitant.

“I’ve had it since then, so I think we’re in the clear for now. To make it even better, he is having a personal day today. I suspect we have until dinner to go wherever we want and do whatever we want." I finished explaining my plan. Smart, I know. Personally, I think my little heist was impressive.

"W-wow, (Y/N). You must have been planning t-this for a while." Morty exhales.

"Exactly, and I know the exact place we're going to go." I set the knob to an alternate dimension. I walk over to my bed, leaning down as I pull out two weapons. I toss Morty a blaster I grabbed from the garage, taking out my own. I fire the portal gun. It makes a wooshing sound as the green wiggly portal appears at our feet. We step into the green portal.

My eyes adjust as I look around the barren replica of our own dimension. It was around midday, perfect for a little adventure. And this time it’s going to go well. No traumatizing events for either of us, just some mindless fun. Literally.

"So, where are we?" Morty questions, looking around. We teleported on top of our school roof. The dystopian-type atmosphere was quiet.

"Well, I've seen you taking an interest in The Walking Dead. I talked to Rick, annnd apparently, there is a universe where another Rick started a viral strain similar to it. Making zombies and whatnot."

"I-I thought you didn't like the show? You said it was pointless and t-too repetitive. Did you really spend this opportunity to make me happy or something?" Morty gives me a goofy grin. I roll my eyes.

"Nope, I just like watching the action from the show. Killing zombies is badass so I wanna do that too." Morty disregards my comment, still grinning. "Come on, let's kill some zombies!" I shout. I rush to the rooftop door, pulling it open.

"Wait," Morty pauses, "what if we get bit?"

"Uh, don't? And if so, we can just cut it off or something and regenerate the limb."

"O-oh jeez." Morty comments nervously. We open the door. We make our way down the stairs as we go into the main school area. We go to clear each classroom of zombies. Convenient how each room had something to kill. We swiftly finish each one of them off. Ever since we started going on adventures with Rick, the both of us had been getting pretty strong. The results are obviously paying off now. We made our way to the school entrance, I stopped Morty. A series of groans and snarls are heard on the other side of the large school doors.

"I think there's a herd outside." Morty decides to open the door anyway. We are greeted with a swarm of zombies.

"What the fuck Morty?!" I slam it shut. More grunts and moans come from the door as I hold it still. How can he be all 'Oh no what if it goes wrong' to blindly and knowingly jumping into dangerous situations?

"Now, this is more like it!" He yells. I look at him for an explanation. "You're going to open that door, and we're going to fend them off!"

"You're fucking crazy man." I hesitate, looking at his face. He had a sudden rush of bloodlust, too sudden. I jump from the door to him. They pile in quickly. We take out a couple before being overrun. My gun jams as I unholster it. I cuss under my breath, taking a moldy piece of wood to bash their heads in. Morty seems to get tired, reacting to the neverending herd slower. Gunfire ripples at a distance, we share a glance. Backing up, using nearby objects to slow down the approaching zombies. Soon the zombies slow, the ones in the back being shot and killed by unidentified bullets. Who else would be alive here? And my questions are answered when I see my mom and sister walk through the door.

"(Y/N), Morty?" 'Mom' asks, lowering her gun. She stands next to Summer. I look for Dad. He's either dead or hiding, probably dead.

"Stay cool." I whisper to Morty. Stepping in front of him.

"Hey, Mom, Summer." I greet them.

"What happened to you two? We thought you died. Where's Rick?" She hugs us. I push her off.

"Uh, around." I share a knowing glance at Morty. We're twins, so he had to get my message. She seems bothered, soon giving a sign to 'Summer' who lifts her gun. I fire another portal and Morty jumps through. Summer shoots my shoulder.

"I was going to say sorry because of Dad but fuck you then!" I yell, dodging another shot and jumping through myself as it closes behind us. Morty stands with his back to me. I touch my bleeding shoulder, wincing as I do. I rise to a full stand.

"What's wrong?" I look up at him, then past him. Rick, and no, not just one Rick, multiple Ricks. We're on the citadel I’m pretty sure. Neither of us had been but Rick had definitely bitched about the other versions of him multiple times for me to deduce why there were so many Ricks in one place. How did the portal lead us here? I would have thought Rick made it unhackable or traceable. But these are the people sharing the same minds. The sound of cuffs being put on pulled me out of my thoughts.

"(Y/N) and Morty of Rick C-137. You're under temporary arrest for tampering recklessly in another dimension and illegal interdimensional travel." The Ricks sat up high in their podiums. Well, shit.

"You're going to be in separate holding." One of the Rick's commanded. Wait, no separate? "At least until your designated Rick comes to pick you up. If your Rick-"

"Hold up, hold up," I start, "separate? What if you mix us up with the wrong person? Why can't we be together?" The main Rick frowns in displeasure before answering my question.

"We have a high-tech identification system that has never failed, and if it does, we don't care, probably y-your fault anyway. A (Y/N) and Morty are not permitted to stay together not accompanied by a Rick when off-world."

"So you're saying the only reason we're here is that we did something without a Rick?" I talk back.

"(Y/N)!" Morty whispers.

"No, it's not fair that we're looked down on just because we are not fossils with blue hair." I retort.

"Argh, just get them out of my sight." One of the Rick waves, and Morty and I get dragged out of the room. The Rick guard led us to a holding facility, one down to criminals and the other misplaced. We go down the misplaced one. Soon a checking-in system comes in, sitting us in front of machines. We take our mugshots before being separated, the plaques containing our dimension number. I curiously try to read my dimension name but fail to do so. I was brought to a door with an icon looking like my face on it. The door opens, revealing hundreds of other (Y/N)s from different dimensions. The guard Rick stabs my shoulder with a syringe. Relief spreads my muscles as the gunshot wound heals immediately. My cuffs are unlocked as I'm pushed inside. A nerdy-looking (Y/N) runs up to me. She has those big-rimmed glasses and I’m kind of getting that nerd vibe.

"You're new here. Dimension number?" She asks, pushing up her cliche glasses.

"Uhh, I don’t know. C-137?" I deadpan, looking around the room. I wasn’t completely sure about my number but I think Rick mentioned his being that. I spot a guard spot not too far from the entrance. I guess the Morty zone is the same. Nerd (Y/N)-- nicknaming her Nerdy, leads me away from the door. "So uh, how long is the wait usually?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" she tilts her head at the question, "Some of us here never leave. Of course, Mortys are usually renamed and shipped out to be replacement Mortys after a month. Sometimes a Rick comes in and requests for one of us if we're lucky." Oh boy, but those are probably people with neglectful Ricks. We should be fine. Rick will get us, eventually. Probably. Definitely. But how many of these (Y/N)s said the same thing to themselves? Nope. Not going down that spiral right now.

"Well, why are we even separated from our Morty's? Seems stupid." I stretch my healed shoulder, I look back at her.

"Are you not aware of the havoc a (Y/N) and Morty together can cause?"

"Other than being a pain in Rick's ass, no. That's the reason why I am here in the first place."

"Even though Mortys are with a Rick due to his inferior brainwaves, our brainwaves collide with a Rick's, which creates a sort of interference. But if we were alone, our individual brainwaves stand out. A Morty helps but doesn't mask it as much as it does to a Rick. The reason why we are separate is due to a (Y/N)'s influence on a Morty." I urge her to continue. I never knew we had technical significance. I just thought Rick was lonely doing stuff by himself and just happened to have two grandchildren that were impressionable."Morty's are usually obedient and sensitive. They bend to a Rick's will. Ricks make them overly insecure, ruining the chance of disloyalty. It takes a smart, and cocky Morty to overpower a Rick. The thing is, in most cases a Morty going rogue is because of a (Y/N) pushing Morty to his final straw. Separating us lowers the chances of fighting back. This room is also more secure than theirs."

"We're only pawns to Rick? He doesn't really care about us. That's why there are so many of us here." I think out loud.

"Unfortunately, yeah. I'm sorry you had to come here." Nerdy shrugs empathetically.

“So, how did you end up here?” I gesture to the crowded room. Nerdy looks away sadly, she hesitates before speaking.

“Well, another Rick and Morty attacked my own. I think they killed my Rick, my Morty and I tried to fight them off but we were separated. He might be in the Morty hold, but I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. I miss them.” Her story does sound sad but one thing interests me the most.

"W-wait, you said you and your Morty fought another. Can a (Y/N) overpower a Rick?"

"No. A (Y/N) may be smarter and more capable but predictable. A Rick would always win. Many of us already tried to escape. Only one (Y/N) was able to achieve it, legend A-17. Got left here just like the rest of us, fought her way out, and escaped to an unknown place in the universe. No one has ever seen her again."

"Wow, I didn't know there was a full history of us. Why don't we break out too?"

"D-did you not hear a word I said? (Y/N) can't beat a Rick."

"Only a special one right? I'm a special (Y/N)."

"Yeah, okay. How would you know that?"

"Because I have a special Rick. Thank you for the information, but I have to find a way to get the fuck out of this dump of weird versions of myself. No offense." I push past the nerd me, shoving more versions of myself. There were a lot of cliche versions of me, goth, punk, with nerd back there. Oh, wait, no, there is me as a hammer. I wonder what led to that. I find the back wall, I trace it around the whole room. There is nothing attached to this room other than the entrance. It's a prison with no ounce of human rights. This isn't Earth but still. I circle through more (Y/N)'s to reach the front again. I knock on the guard's window. A tiny speaker peeps through.

"What do you," Rick belches, "want."

"I have to piss."

"Uhh yeah, so?"

"Take me to a bathroom."

"Not going to happen, sweetcheeks, get moving."

"So you're just going to let me piss myself?"

"Yeeap." I open my mouth to respond, the guard shuts the speaker. Asshole. We have to be transported to do something at some point. Like, eat or something. I look for an entrance to the Rick room from in here. Nope, maybe Nerdy will know something. I take a box, stand on top of it, and look around. I see the familiar-rimmed glasses and rush over.

"(Y/N)." I call, and eighteen nearby people turn to me. I point at Nerdy. "Her I mean, sorry."

"What's up?" She pushes her black glasses up.

"Do we ever leave? Like to pee or eat?"

"There's an enclosed bathroom connected to here near the exit, but they only open it a couple of times a day. Food and stuff get dropped from a large tube." She points to the ceiling, there is a closed chute at the top.

"And how do we throw all of the trash away?"

"A trash compactor, which is also opened after mealtimes." She then points to a closed-off section in the corner of the mega room, near the entrance.

"Mm okay, so how long is that from now?"

"It's hard to tell without having natural lighting, or a clock... But maybe an hour or two?" She explains.

"Do you know what's in the trash compactor? Like where does all of the trash go?"

"Well, looking at how Rick's might not care about pollution and how it's a constant movement of trash- I'd say it gets sent through an air-powered tube, either connecting to a trash plant or straight into space. Well, maybe even a laser contraption to zap the trash into bits and dust."

"Okay, thanks." I disappear back into the sea of (Y/N)s. Yeah, I feel bad for just using her for information and not even attempting to make conversation. But at the same time... Whatever, I just need to get out of here. Maybe I can get through that feeding tube or the trash if I'm desperate. I wonder how Morty is handling things.

Hours pass by. The feeding tube comes and goes. I discovered that the tube was embedded into the wall, not reachable. Soon the trash compactor opens up in the wall, and we all rush in to throw our stuff away. I linger near the compactor, each (Y/N) throwing stuff away before heading to the bathroom. Nerdy is one of the final people. She notices me standing near the compactor and walks over.

"Nononono, you're not going to do what I think you are?" She questions, mentioning the compactor door.

"I'm going to do it. You can come if you want. It's only freedom."

"You don't even know what's down there? Or if you can get out."

"You already gave your theory and I believe in it." Nerdy groans, before urging me to continue. Once the coast was clear, I get ready to jump into the hatch. I hear a shout behind me.

“Hey! Get away from there!” I whip my head around, a Rick is approaching me with a gun.

“Why?!” I shout back, slowly inching my way closer to it. The Rick seems to get angry fast, he sighs audibly and lowers his gun, and motions to it.

“Y’know what? Fine! Jump into it. Do it.” I stare at him, confused. “What’re you waiting for?” I glance at Nerdy and she is on alert as well. She shrugs. I look back at Rick before jumping in.

I fall into a large section of shit and trash. Ew. I look around for an exit in the piles of trash. A red glow grabs my attention, Nerdy falls a couple of feet from me. I crawl my way to the service exit. The room rumbles, and the entire room starts to glow. I look around, noticing a row of holes on the wall across the entire room. They’re lasers. A giant conveyor belt activates. The ground shifts as Nerdy jumps off of the pile to stand next to me. She seems to make the same deduction. We start to sprint, dodging the large pieces of debris. I glance at where the belt ends, the lasers are now activated—yeah, not going there. I struggle at the top, grabbing pieces of trash and creating a makeshift grappling device. My legs burn as I jump on a pile of trash, using the hook to hoist myself above the moving items. I climb up and I lay against the wall, remembering Nerdy, I look around for her in the dim room. She is across the conveyor belt, looking for her own way. I unhook the device and aim it towards her.

“(Y/N)! Here!” I yell. I fire it at her and she grabs it. I hold on tightly as she tries to climb up, the conveyor belt is strong under her feet. A piece of debris side sweeps her feet and she is hit, she cries out as her hand detaches. I feel the weight lift from my arm. Nerdy struggles to stand after falling, her body still being carried by the belt. I watch in horror as she reaches the end, disintegrating into the laser. More trash is pushed into the laser right after. I look back at the wall that I was holding onto. I regulate my breathing, noticing how much I’ve been holding my breath.

"Come on!" I whisper to myself. Motivation isn’t a thing I have a lot of right now. I smell like shit and I look like shit. I try not to think of the look of Nerdy when she was reduced to nothing. There’s something uncanny about watching yourself die.

I retract the grapple back to me and tuck it under my arm as I hold onto the wall for longer. Soon the conveyor belt stops. I drop down onto the now-still floor. I glance at where I last saw Nerdy for a moment before looking around more. I look past the laser area. A red light at the end of the long room illuminates a door under it. I pry open a rusty door, making more noise than needed. I carefully stalk along with the dim parts of the service tunnel. A portal sounds startle me. I raise my tool and turn around. A Rick enters through, no wait, my Rick. I can just tell by his expression.

"Whaaat the f-fuck are you doing here?!" He snaps.

"Heyyy Rick," I start, lowering my tool, "I should be asking the same to you, more of, how did you get here?"

"Did you forget who made the portal gun, dipshit? First, you steal my portal gun, not even bothering to make a cover for it. S-second, you then get arrested and lose that portal gun. And third, well, you're just a major dumbass." I sulk away, feeling more embarrassed than upset that he caught me. It's like I failed at rebelling, and he's bashing me for it. "Where's your brother?"

"A holding area above here.” I point above.

"Alright, let's go get him." Rick walks past me.

"Wait, you aren't portaling?" I question.

"What is up with your brain recently? Do you think I can just portal around willy-nilly in here without being traced?" I respond in silence.

"Yeah, that's what I fucking thought, you're really growing up fast. To be a pain in my ass. You smell like shit too."

"Well, I'm sorry that your tech wasn't good enough not to be remotely detected. I mean, since everyone here is you. I feel like you'd have the ability to stop your gadgets from being detected." I remark, "Being the rickest Rick and all."

"You're going to shut up and si-lently follow me to rescue your brother. Which I assume you got into this mess." Rick's voice was laced with irritation. Morty was right. I am kind of like Rick. Of course, I don't believe I'm as big of an asshole as him, nor as smart. I'm the only one that challenges him. I guess my point in the rickuniverse is to just be the rebel child. Rick stops me as we arrive back at the cell area. He seems to hesitate before tossing a blaster at me.

"Are we going to save the other Morty's?" I ask, readying the blaster.

"And-and what? Foster all of them? Release them at the Rick's for them to be recaptured?"

"Okay, okay, I get it, geez. How about we release them, and leave the chaos? Or you can just go inside and sign Morty out, and we leave peacefully."

"Fuck you. I'll take any chances to kill myself. Now let's go." Rick rushes ahead. I mouth 'o-kay', following him into the room. He blasts open the door, quickly shooting the Rick stationed there. He grabs a crate to step up on, gaining the attention of the Morty's. "Listen up shitstains!" I recognize our Morty slowly pushing through the crowd. "Morty is coming with me!” A lot of the Mortys looked confused before our pushed through. Rick looks down at him. “And the rest of you can uh, run around I guess." Morty comes up and embraces me before immediately pushing me off and grimacing at the smell. "Yeah okay, stop the r-reunion, and let's go." Rick destroys the database with our universe numbers on it and opens another portal. Mortys rush by us, maybe to reunite with their own (Y/N)s.

"How has it been hanging out with yourself?" I ask Morty.

"It was okay, I guess, really boring. What happened wi-with you? You smell like shit."

"Yeah, I'm aware. I escaped my holding area through the trash compactor with an alternate version of me before watching her get zapped out of existence. Then I entered the service area connected to it. Rick just had to appear the second I already escaped."

"Oh." Morty exhales.

"Hurry up, we don't have all day for this." Rick groans.

Morty and I walk through, entering the comfort of our home. I smile at Morty, then remember our roles in the universe. It's one of those things that bother you the more you think about it but you prefer to live in pure ignorance. I could talk to Morty about it, and how some pairs of us are expected to rebel or ignore it until I'm forced to acknowledge it. But I’d rather not. Rick groans loudly, taking his flask out and returning to the garage. Morty and I head to our room, passing Summer.

"Eugh, where the hell have you been? You smell terrible."

"Gee, thanks, I didn't know." I walk past her.

"S-she had a rough day." I hear Morty's excuse behind us. I get my stuff together and walk past him again to take a shower. I later return to the room to see Morty holding Uno cards.

"W-wanna play?" He asks, already placing my hand down.

"Yeah." I sit down across from him.

"H-hey um, are you, good?" He starts dealing his cards. I pick up my deck.

"Mm, fine. At least they were nice enough to heal my shoulder." I fixate on my cards, looking over the colors.

"Tha-that's bullshit. You're lying!" Morty points.

"What? I'm not lying.” I place my card down, "Go, play."

“Something is bothering you."

“Well a carbon copy of me died in front of my eyes.”

“It’s not that. There’s something else a-and you’re not looking at me. Why aren't y-you looking at me?"

"Morty, we're playing a game," I look up at him. "See? Eye contact."

"Y-you're still lying, a-about something! I can just tell." I shrug him off, someone has been working on his twin instinct.

“It’s really nothing Morty. Just drop it. Come on, are we playing or what?” I ask, he seems conflicted before sighing.

“Alright, okay. Fine, I’ll drop it.” He concedes. We then started playing Uno together, but I wasn’t that focused on the game. The fact that we have our own roles according to Rick is, unsettling. I knew that we had other dimensions with ourselves and that the Ricks made a community around themselves, but the fact that the universe has rules instilled specifically for Morty and me just irks me. I did escape a holding facility full of them. Maybe if it comes to it Morty and I would be able to overpower Rick. Hopefully, it’ll never come to that…-

The reason why I replaced the ending was because I wanted to keep Morty finding about the whole role thing in the universe for the actually part when it happens in the show. And keeping Morty out of it allows more conflict to happen when he does find out.

#rickandmorty #rick sanchez #rick #rick and morty #rick and morty x reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #rick c137 #morty #morty smith #morty c137 #c137 #platonic #fanfic #fanfiction

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Characters review on Strangers From Hell: PART 1

(spoilers)

Ah Hee Joong aka my hubby

Look at this beautiful man. Tired of all the shit happening in the residence yet hopefull ("I'll move out next week" yeah to the fourth floor). Still the one I trust the most out there. Reliable. Solid. Old fashioned and bad fashioned but that's just clothes right. A thug 🤪 lebecca play criminal by Britney Spears-. Deserves to open his business in Busan . Handy with knives. (We be gettin a type with jaeyi from BE). Capable. Look at his scar. Damn son. He's so so tired. I would nurse him to health. But not mental :/ imean he went through so much there's nothing to do here... I'd give him a pretty socket for his injured leg.

Hong Nam Bok aka Dora the Explorer

The man just cracks me up. Uncomfortable awkward but not stupid and it's a quality out there hey. I'm trying here ok? Just the way he stands in the halls 🧍the faces I can't. The man is garbage but he's just so fun. When he talks to his parole officer his smiley bhaah. His room blro. He's handy knives AND scissors. He could do a rad bullet journal and I'm here for it. He got potential. Still must die tho.

Bonus photo BC I want to:

I almost love him.

Eom Bok Soon aka twisty noona

Hum. Too pushy even before we learn she's madwoman. Blro don't force people to your residence jeez. As a person with social anxiety Ur pushing behaviour would have scared me right away and I wouldn't have got to live what Yoon lived which unacceptable. Plus you eat like a pig your human flesh I swear with the fingers and everything I just had that picture. And the eggs scarred me for life no cap tho im forever repulsed by eggs now. But the day I see one crack and there's blood I'll look for a tall dark handsome. Still a dipshit. And honestly? A tad bit of a bitch. Look at those crazy eyes. + If I had met MoonJo as a lill kid I would have raised him in health and love. Jugeo.

Byun Beuk Jong aka that one kid I know and it creeps me out the resemblance

I'm sorry he's just funny. He makes me laugh ok. Idk if that's a real illness he has like something that doesn't always lead to crazyness but still very creepy. I swear I just want to hit him in the face with a plastic toy and he'd laugh and I'd laugh. I would openly like him if he didn't kill animals. Which is a no-no and I'm happy you died but I hoped it would have been worse. Fuck you, too. And your brother I don't even want to talk about him. Great add to the uneasiness of the residence u play well kid.

Yoo Ki Hyuk aka beautiful man #1

I swear I thought that was him the second lead. He cute as fuck. Also, JB what are you doing here.

I mean...

I can't be the only one to see it. When he talks I swear you see it better. Yeah so he's beautiful pretty pretty. Gives off calm and charming energy. Honestly I want to see him in lead in another gay drama. He got the shapes for that. If he weren't busy stealin another man's personality and clothes then maybe he'd have the chance to live longer :/ he's so cute I'm not even jealous he had been called THE word by MoonJo before Yoon. I tend to get possessive for others. But he's just so cute. Yeah no possible. Plus he dies quick so...

Kang Seok Yoon aka the weird cutie

A ball of sunshine sure, but I didn't forget ur creepy demand for Yoon s charger when urs was working just fine. What were u trying to do and why was it so creepy if you only did that to have an excuse to talk to him? I mean I can understand the technique to make friends that's clever and honestly I would have done the same or just cried straight up. He's really a cutie but I like him better like that:

Blood suits you little one. Anyways your rap was way too suspicious and telltale so I'm uncomfortable. Yeah that's a pity you died I actually liked you if not for your dubious eyes. And you made MoonJo jealous which is very funny and I loved it. A bit too much gullible. So. Yeah :/

#strangers from hell #hell is other people #sfh meme #sfh #sfh memes #yoo kihyuk #ms um #the twins #but theres only one #seo moonjo #yoon jong woo #kang seokyoon

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babybluebex · 3 years

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okay SINCE we’re talking about this what about the danny bunch and sleeping like how do they lay down next to you, do they like cuddling etc.

oh jeez i am FINALLY getting to this, so sorry for the wait

alex kerner is a funny guy. he’ll do anything if it’ll get a laugh out of you. the first time yall shared a bed, he had flopped down in a weird way on his stomach and bounced, and it made you laugh until you cried (and he kissed your tears up), so he does that every night now. he’ll flop like a fish into bed and you’ve gotten used to it and just chuckle and roll your eyes, and then alex will pull you into his arms and kiss your head. he is all into cuddling when awake but he’s the most chaotic sleeper ever (evident by the line in the movie where ariane is like “did you sleep in your clothes again?” and alex just sorta shrugs), and he WILL kick you outta bed when he’s sleeping. basically, it’s like a 8/10 experience, just stop kicking me you bastard (side note: i get the vibe that alex sleeps in his boxers and a pair of socks and like... not much else)

andrea marowski is a cat in human form. we can all agree on this. he just wants lovies, no matter when or how, so this man is a cuddle bug to the extreme. he ALWAYS wants to be holding you (or be held by you). if you’re in bed before him, he’ll do one of two things: 1) if you’re already/boderline asleep, he’ll be really quiet and just slip under the blankets and tug you into him, 2) if you’re still awake, reading or doing cross-stitch, he’ll come give you a kiss and roll into bed. he’s the type to lay on top of you and push his head up through your arms and give you this dumb love-drunk smile. 9/10 experience but andy sweetheart you’re suffocating me

niki lauda is affectionate in his own way. like, yeah, he’s an asshole, but he will hug you and squeeze the absolute SHIT outta you. “well, you said that you wanted me to hug you” “yeah i asked NIKI, not a boa constrictor” but the real affection comes when he’s drunk. after a grand prix and he’s placed first and gotten his 9 points, and it bumped him up into the first spot and pushed hunt down into second, and he’s been drinking champagne since like 4pm and he’s just GONE. you get him back to the hotel and he’s got his arm around you the entire time and is trying to kiss your cheek and neck and shoulders like “niki we are in an elevator, keep it in your pants”. he’ll insist you come into the shower with him and he just holds you and kisses you and then you get in bed and he slots himself between your legs and rests his head on your chest and plays with the hem of your shirt and when he finally falls asleep, he sleeps with his mouth open and snores (bc hello dental issues, i have an underbite and i do the same thing) and he’s just the sweetest cuddliest man ever (*niki lauda voice* “that was a long sentence”)

laszlo kreizler... sorry to this man, but he is a terror in bed at night. he has bad dreams a lot and he can’t ever really get comfortable bc of his arm, so he’s always moving around a lot. he doesn’t really care for cuddling too much bc he doesnt think he’s worthy of it, but you (lovingly) manhandle him into bed one night and rest your head in his lap and read aloud to him, and he sorta sighs like “hmm. this is nice”. after that, little by little, he becomes more comfortable with cuddling you until he’s the one initiating it. some nights, if he’s feeling particularly brave, he’ll settle his head in your lap and read to you, and you have to hold back tears bc your las is finally opening up and letting you in. but mans oh my lord, he has nice pajamas. silk bullshits and all, and those fun little silk robes that john moore totally put him on. he’ll even have a nightgown made for you from fabric that matches his pajamas and he’ll just love the sight of you and him matching.

zemo is another one that i don’t think he’s too into cuddling. if this is before his marriage, he just doesnt like someone else being in his space (which, i get that). if it’s after, though, he doesnt want to cuddle bc it’s a subtle reminder of what he’s lost. his brain had grown accustomed to having carl asleep on his chest when he has someone in his arms, and it hurts too much to be reminded of it. you semi-solve the issue when you introduce him to your cat and the cat takes up a special place on zemo’s chest, and the weight reminds him of his son and calms him. zemo does that funny little dad grunt when he lays down/stands up, and he’ll sigh really heavy when he gets comfortable. i get the feeling from him that, yeah he probably owns really fancy sleepwear, but he sticks with those plaid pants and a grotty old t-shirt (don’t ask me how i know, but zemo gets really hot when he sleeps and will either shed throughout the night or just sweat like a motherfucker)

padre domingo is a Very Good Cuddler. he smells nice and likes to tangle your legs together, and he’ll kiss your face and boop your nose if he deems you as being too adorable. he wears a necklace with a cross on it and he sleeps with it on, so he’ll sleep in sweatpants (grey ones, if he’s feeling frisky) with a bare chest and his cross is just There. if you fall asleep on his chest, you’ll wake up with the print of the cross in your cheek, and daniel will laugh and kiss your cheek. and, seeing as maggie and the trojan kittens are now canon, like a good quarter of the bed is taken up by them, and maggie will Let You Know if your foot is encroaching on their territory. so, like, you have no choice but to be right on top of daniel, but he doesn’t mind literally at all. he can’t show you ANY affection in public, so he makes up for it at home.

and, for the hell of it, let’s do daniel himself. daniel brühl is The Most European Man To Ever Exist, and those funny funny europeans are all about affection. he’ll kiss both of your cheeks whenever you see him and put his arm around you, even if you’re not dating, and he’ll give you his hand to like help you stand up from a booth at a restaurant or whatever. but daniel is also a dad, so there’s some quintessential Dad things here to discuss. first of all, bedtime is an ordeal. getting the babies bathed and in jammies and everything takes a while, and i can just SEE daniel like chasing anton and scooping him up and placing loud, wet kisses on his face as the babe laughs. daniel will insist on reading them a bedtime story too, like a chapter a night or something. the hobbit is my go-to to make children fall asleep quickly (hello, former childcare worker). daniel would read anton a chapter from the hobbit every night before bed, and the babe would be Asleep before the chapter is even over. after that, daniel comes to bed and does a dramatic sigh as he flops down, and he’ll put his arm around you and adjust his glasses (yes, dad!daniel wears glasses 24/7 FIGHT ME) and mutter “we were getting to the good part and i look over and he’s asleep”. daniel is a pajama bottoms and t-shirt sorta fella, and you would wear the top that matches the bottoms and a pair of shorts, and he would kiss your cheek. daniel is a GOOD CUDDLER, YOU CANNOT FIGHT ME ON THIS. he smells nice and is just squishy enough to be an awesome pillow, and his beard is just the right amount of scratchy when he kisses your face.

yes. i am soft now. i need someone to cuddle. :,)

#ask #mimi <3 #the danny bunch #alex kerner #goodbye lenin #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #zemo #tfatws #padre domingo #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

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pinkdoodoofart · 3 years

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I Just can’t Anymore Bakugou Katsuki x Black!Reader x Izuku

Summary: You couldn’t handle Bakugou’s yelling anymore

Type: Angst + Fluff + Slight Sexual Content

⚠️CURRENTLY BEING EDITED ⚠️

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To say things with your boyfriend was an absolute dream, was an understatement. He wasn’t the nicest guy or the most caring, but in private he tried his best to be. Bakugou Katsuki was his name. Labeled as the loudest, rudest, and arrogant guy in Class 1-A. Originally, you hated his guts a lot. Especially when he would insult your performance in class. You honestly never even imagined yourself dating a guy like him, but here you were.

Now you don’t exactly regret being in a relationship with Katsuki. He can genuinely be a good guy. Whether it be paying for something for you at the mall or helping you study for upcoming tests. Or even just regular dates. The dude wasn’t that bad. Until later in your relationship it started to plummet.

It was only after a few months of dating, you noticed Katsuki acting a little stranger. In the beginning on your relationship, Katsuki did yell at you. Though it was more in a teasing way rather than in a rude way. Though the longer you were together his yelling would get worse. You genuinely couldn’t tell if he was joking anymore.

It got to the point where he would start ignoring at school and call off dates constantly. It was starting to frustrate you. Though you chose to leave it alone for a little and give the guy some space. Hoping things would get better.

They didn’t.

He still ignored you during the day and called off the dates. It started to really hurt now. You didn’t know if he wanted to still be in a relationship. The amount of nights you cried yourself to sleep and the state you were in every morning, was noticeable to many of your classmates. Most of them hoping Katsuki would do something and help, only for their hope to be crushed. Like yours.

Just like any other day, your hope was crushed even more. This time though, your hope has completely shattered.

As you entered the classroom, most of your classmates were there. Only missing not present. One of those students who were present was your bitter and loud boyfriend sitting at his desk, feet kicked up on top as usual. Smiling, you make your way over to his desk and give Katsuki a quick kiss on the cheek. He swiftly turned his head towards you with a scowl. As it was no secret that you were in a relationship with Katsuki, public affection was a big no no in his book. You were treated as if you were a stranger.

It sucked…

“The fuck are you doing?” He asks irked by the sudden kiss.

“I can’t give a kiss to my boyfriend?” Clinging to his arm trying to be cute. That was your first mistake. Instead of giving affection in return like he would do in private, he pushed you roughly off of him. Feeling a sharp pain in your back, you fell back onto the floor against the desk. You looked up at him in shock. He has never done that before.

Ever.

The worst part was that he didn't even help you up. He just looked at you before turning his attention to the front looking at nothing. Instead, Deku came over and gave you a hand. As thankful as you were, you wished Katsuki helped you instead. As he was your boyfriend.

Deku quickly asked to make sure you were alright making you slightly blush. Izuku was always so helpful to everyone. Especially you. He had always had a big crush on you. Everyone knew... except for you of course.

You quickly thank the boy before hearing a quick scoff next to you.

“The hell? Why are you touching my girlfriend you damn nerd?”

“I-I was just h-helping her up K-kacchan…. something you should have done…”

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” Katsuki grabbed Deku’s uniform collar and began screaming in his face. In a panic, you quickly tried to peel Katsuki off of Deku before he does anything worse. That was your second mistake. Not only were you feeling pain in your back, you felt a sharp pain on your cheek. Holding it you look at your boyfriend in shock.

“Don’t touch me you bitch.” Your eyes widened at the derogatory name towards you. “God why do you have to cling to me like a little kid? Its fucking annoying. Not to mention letting this shitty nerd help you up. You are useless if you can’t get up on your own.” He says with annoyance. “Jeez are you actually crying, you need to man up Y/N,” the continuous bashing only dampened your mood even more. Hands by your side start ball up into tight fists as you look at the boy with such hatred.

Dating a guy who's the biggest asshole at school. But he isn't always like that. When alone with you, he can be pretty soft. Even secretly makes you snacks. You really did love him, but being yelled at in front of everyone everyday is not something you love. So here you were, tears pricked in your eyes while your body shaked tremendously. Even embarrassed by the amount of eyes on you and your boyfriend.

And before you knew it, you snapped.

“How about you stop yelling all the fucking time huh? You act as if you are some God when you're not Katsuki. You're a student at UA training to be a hero,” you respond angrily. Not caring that he looked at you with shocked eyes as well as other students. You have had it. “Quite frankly, I don’t see you as a hero at all. You would be more fit for a villain.” After the last words left your mouth you immediately ran out of the classroom with tears in your eyes.

Landing on the steps to the entrance of UA, you sit and cry to yourself wondering why you started to date such an asshole. What happened between then and now? He was a lot sweeter earlier in your relationship, what changed? These thoughts continuously raced through your mind for what felt like hours. After crying for a little longer, you felt yourself calm down and decided to just skip school and head back to the dorms.

You opted to stay in your room until you felt better. Laying in your bed feels like you have entered a threshold of tranquility. You sadly, did not fall asleep as fast as you hope. Negative thoughts continue to plague your mind as you lay there hopeless of ever rekindling your relationship. Soon you felt your eyes close and fell into a dreamless slumber.

The sound of continuous knocks on your dorm door woke you up. Whoever was knocking really needed to talk to you. Immediately, you shot up. In hopes that it was Katsuki ready to apologize. Quickly you open the door, and to your disappointment but also……. happiness? Standing there was Izuku Midoriya, fumbling with his hands and green eyes averted from yours.

“H-hey Y/N…. you never c-came back to c-class…,” he stutters out. Looking down your negative thoughts from before came back, souring your mood. Noting your expression, Izuku impulsively grabs your shoulders asking if your okay.

“No, I’m not… can you please stay with me?” After receiving a nod in response, you grab Izuku’s hand and pulled him to your room.

“Hey… Y/N don't listen to kacchan… you are not useless at all. You are an amazing girl that I am so glad we are friends,” Izuku says warmly. Feeling your heart flutter a bit, tears began to fall from your eyes. Immediately panic set into Izuku. He started flailing his arms wondering whats wrong before feeling arms wrap around him. You were hugging him. You. Were. Hugging. HIM!!!

“Thank you Izuku, that means a lot to me.” Soon, he wrapped his arm around you to reciprocate the hug. The hug had such a lovely warm feeling to it. It reminded you of the love you felt with Katsuki. But the more you thought about it, the less it bothered you. Letting go, you both look into each other's eyes for a second.

Were his eyes also so beautiful. That thought rang through your head before you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

After a little more cuddling with Izuku, he unfortunately had to leave to do homework. “Thank you again Izuku, you are a great…… friend,” you say with a slightly fake smile. His smile fell but was quickly regained.

“Mmm no problem Y/N… I'm glad I could help.”

After he leaves, you immediately head over to your bed to pick up your phone. Looking through your contacts, you find the one person you definitely need to talk to.

You hit the call button and wait for him to answer. After a few rings you hear a gruff what be uttered.

Sighing you respond coldly, “I’m coming to your dorm. We need to talk, now.” Not bothering to hear a reponse, you end the call and head over to his room.

Knocking on his door a few times, you waited for him to open up. Instead of the door opening, you met with silence. Annoyed, you knock again hoping he would open up. Again no avail. Your knocking became more furious and consistent, similar to Izuku’s knock but alot more harder. Soon you heard a growl and loud footsteps approaching the door. Slammed open in your face you see your boyfriend looking at you with an empurpled look.

“Jesus fuck, you’d think you would be smar….. never mind come in.” Katsuki says not looking you in the eye before moving to the side to let you in. You enter quickly and sit at his desk, while he sits on his bed.

“I came here to talk about this mornin-“

“Why the fuck did you not come back to class?” Pissed you looked at him with an irritated look.

“Because I felt I don’t know… sad? Sorry I’m sensitive?” Sighing, you close your eyes for a second before opening to look at Katsuki. Jesus, he's already looking at you. “Look I apologize for what I said earlier this morning. It was uncalled for and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Yeah i forgive you….. I’m also sorry I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I was pissed off that morning and you clinging to me didn't help.” Looking down you bite your lip nodding.

Well here goes nothing…..

“Katsuki we need to break up…” As the last word left your mouth, he immediately stood up and grabbed your wrists in his hands with such displeasure.

“Dammit Y/N! I apologized isnt that enough. You don’t need to break up with me over a bad morning.”

“Katsuki its not just this morning. You always treated me like a stranger out in public and even called me useless more than once since we’ve dated. I really did like you Katsuki but now this was the last straw.”

Staring at you in disbelief, Katsuki let go of your wrists and turned away from you. “Look Katsuki we can still be frien-“

“S-SHUT UP! S-SHUT THE F-FUCK UP!” His voice cracked significantly with small whimpers following suit.

Is he crying? Slowly, you walked around to see his handsome face to see tears streaming down it. Slowly you wrap your arms around him in a way to comfort him. Thankfully it worked. But you didn't feel the loving you used to feel when you hugged him. That feeling was lost more than a week ago.

That’s right. You lost that fluttery feeling for him awhile ago. The more he yelled and called you useless, the smaller that feeling was till it disappeared. “I’m sorry,” he says weakly. You nod into his shoulder as a way to say it was okay.

You two finally break apart and look at each other for a little while. His eyes were still a pretty crimson red, but they weren’t as pretty as Izuku’s pretty green eyes.

Your eyes widened. Why were you thinking about Izuku? Flushed you quickly leave your exs to head to Izuku’s dorm. Damn… it already feels so weird to call him your ex.

Knocking on his door a few times you waited patiently for him to answer. Barely a few seconds had passed before he quickly opened the door to see you eyes bright with excitement.

“H-hey Y/N! What’s up? Do you need somethi-mmph!”

You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him to kiss him. Your smooth plump lips against his chapped but slightly smoothed lips moved in sync with each other.

Slowly you both walk backwards until he is laying on his bed with you on top of him straddling his waist.

“I like you Izu. I haven’t even realized it till now.”. Staring up at you with wide eyes, Izuku quickly pulled you by the neck with his arms to kiss him again.

“I like you too Y/N…. I’ve always had. I was always jealous and pissed by how Kacchan had you but also how he treated you. You needed to be treated like a Queen.” Smiling at him you slowly lean down and kiss his neck, emitting a small moan to go past his lips.

Here you both were… Naked in Izuku’s bed.

“I will never treat you the way Kacchan did Y/N,” Izuku says while nuzzling your neck.

“I know Izu, I believe you. Can I please stay here tonight and cuddle?” Giggling, he nods and holds you close to him.

The next day everyone was shocked by the sight of you and Izuku holding hands and close to each other. Of course, Katsuki was pissed, but he knew Izuku would treat you better than he could. As for Ochako, she was also jealous, but if Izuku was happy she was happy.

“Thank you Izuku…” He looked at you slightly confused.

“For what?”

“For helping me realize that I’m not useless.”

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Word Count:

Okay was working this for like a week or two but i hope you guys like it

Also didnt proof read but ill do it later :3

#bakugou x reader #poc friendly #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x black!reader #bakugou x black reader #angst #fluff #izuku fluff #izuku x reader lime #bnha

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myonechicagoworld · 3 years

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CHICAGO FIRE – LEADERS LEAD (S01E22)

Kelly Severide: A promotion, huh?

Tara Little: You need to stay away.

Kelly Severide: You get a promotion, and meanwhile, I could go to

jail?

Tara Little: Get away.

Kelly Severide: They’re talking about filing criminal charges. Why

the hell are you doing this? I didn’t do a damn

thing to you.

Tara Little: I said to stay away.

Man 1 (Shopper): Are you okay, ma’am?

Kelly Severide: She’s fine.

Man 1 (Shopper): Ma’am?

Kelly Severide: We both know nothing happened that night.

Man 1 (Shopper): Hey.

Kelly Severide: Tara!

[car door shuts]

cutscene

Matt Casey: I have a request.

Hallie Thomas: Yeah? What’s that?

Matt Casey: [groans]

Hallie Thomas: Jeez.

[chuckling]

Matt Casey: We don’t move from this spot for the entire day.

[kissing sound]

Hallie Thomas: And you skip your shift?

Matt Casey: Hmm? I’ll just have truck pick me up here if we get any

calls.

Hallie Thomas: Tsk. I don’t think these boxers are going to stand up

against a fire.

Matt Casey: I’ll just call out orders from this spot. “Cruz, grab a 2 ½.

Mouch put down the sandwich.”

[kissing sound]

Hallie Thomas: At 24 hours and 1 minute, I wanna be right back

here.

Matt Casey: Deal.

cutscene

[car door shuts]

[kissing sound]

Matt Casey: See you later.

Peter Mills: I’m happy for ‘em.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, me too.

Peter Mills: Are you?

Gabby Dawson: Without a doubt, yes.

[Mills & Dawson chuckles]

Peter Mills: Good.

So, um, this might be a weird time but um… I was just

thinking this whole two rent thing, it’s… it’s crazy.

Gabby Dawson: The two rent thing?

Peter Mills: I mean, you know, you’re basically living with me

already, and we don’t call each other to say, “Hey, I

mean are you home yet?” So… how about I give you

a key, we make it official, you move in? I realise…

that was the complete opposite of being romantic.

Um…

Gabby Dawson: No, no.

Peter Mills: No, look, I know I’m really, really bad at this. I-I keep

beating around the bush all the time. Look, I love you.

Gabby Dawson: Uh…

Peter Mills: I think we should live together.

Gabby Dawson: I’m…

Peter Mills: Oh, God. God, that was awful. That was really awful.

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] Yeah, it was.

Peter Mills: Look, take the time you need to think about it. Let me

know. No pressure.

Joe Cruz: [groans]

Christopher Herrmann: All right, hey! Peter Mills, hurry up! ‘Cause I

gotta take your money after I finish with

Cruz here.

Peter Mills: [sighs] Okay, duty calls.

Leslie Shay: What up, sunshine?

[station alert and buzzes]

[ambo door closes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Building collapse, 800

South Carpenter Street.

[sirens wail]

[horn honking]

Leslie Shay: He loves you. That’s great news, right?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.

Leslie Shay: Out with it. What?

Gabby Dawson: I… [groans]

I still haven’t come clean with him about Boden

and his mom. And it just… it feels like this dark

cloud hanging over us.

Leslie Shay: Over you, you mean?

Gabby Dawson: Well, to be fair, yes.

Leslie Shay: Okay. So repeat after me. “It’s not my business.”

Gabby Dawson: Shay.

Leslie Shay: I’m serious. That is between Boden and what’s her

name.

Gabby Dawson: I just feel guilty is all I’m saying. A lie of omission is

still a lie. And if we’re gonna be getting this

serious…

[sirens continue to wail]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[background commotion]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Chief. All the schools are on spring

break, big party. We were here on

D&D when we saw the whole thing

collapse, one porch on top of

another.

Police Officer (Nicole Sermons): There’s at least a dozen trapped.

Just tell us where you need us,

Chief.

Chief Boden: Get the surface victims first. Set up cribbing columns.

K-12, sawzalls to cut away the timber.

(into radio) Battalion 25 to Dispatch, we have a three-

story deck collapse, multiple victims. Give me an

EMS Plan 2 and two extra truck companies for

manpower.

Dispatch: (over radio) Copy that.

Woman 1: No! No, God! Oh, God.

Chief Boden: Ma’am?

Woman 1: Oh!

Chief Boden: Ma’am, stay back. Come back, come on.

Woman 1: No, let me go. Let me go!

Chief Boden: Okay. Look at me.

Woman 1: No.

Chief Boden: Look at me, look at me. We are gonna do everything

in our power to help your friend.

Woman 1: Paul. His name is Paul. He’s my fiancé. Tell me he’s not

dead. We were just talking [cries]

Chief Boden: Okay, Katie.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobbing] No.

Chief Boden: I need you to listen to me.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobbing] No. Please don’t say it.

Chief Boden: Katie, he’s gone. He’s gone, he’s gone.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobs] No!

Chief Boden: Katie, you gotta stop. You gotta stop.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobs] No!

Chief Boden: Okay?

Woman 1 (Katie): [grunts]

[slapping sound]

Woman 1 (Katie): You did nothing! [cries]

You did nothing! [cries]

[sobs]

- title screen -

[victims yelling in background]

Victim 1: [sobs]

Joe Cruz: I got one!

Victim 1: [sobs] I’m gonna die.

Gabby Dawson: You are not gonna die, ma’am.

You are not gonna die.

Firefighters: Watch that.

Yeah, I’ll get it.

You got it?

Gabby Dawson: She’s got an impalement in her chest and lots of

blood. We gotta get her free enough to transport

her and this piece of wood.

Victim 1: I can’t breathe.

Peter Mills: Take slow breaths, okay? Slow breaths. Slow breaths,

all right?

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Hey. We got one.

Leslie Shay: We need some more hands!

Victim 1: I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna…

Gabby Dawson: Hey, what’s your name?

Victim 1: Valerie.

Gabby Dawson: Valerie, you’re gonna make it. You have to believe

that, okay?

Victim 1 (Valerie): Don’t lie to me. You’re not telling me how bad it

is.

Peter Mills: Okay.

Kelly Severide: Okay, Valerie. Keep still.

Victim: [whimpers]

[saw whirring]

Victim 1 (Valerie): Aah!

Kelly Severide: All right, clear.

Gabby Dawson: All right, let’s get her on the backboard! Now!

[siren wails]

[monitor beeping slowly]

Gabby Dawson: Heart rate’s dropping.

[monitor flat-lines]

Gabby Dawson: She’s crashing, Shay!

Leslie Shay: (into radio) 61 to Lakeshore, we’re coming in hot with a

trauma victim. 20 years old, impalement injury,

respirations are dropping.

Dispatcher: (over radio) Copy that.

Gabby Dawson: [heavy breathing] Come on.

Hallie Thomas: I need a crash cart. Call for respiratory and blood.

Let’s hang units of o-negative. Let’s get x-ray and

CT standing by.

Push an epi now.

[pumping ambu bag]

Hallie Thomas: Stop compressions.

We got a pulse! Let’s get her into trauma! Let’s go!

Nice work, Dawson.

Leslie Shay: Wow.

cutscene

[truck beeps]

Mouch: Could’ve been a hell of a lot worse. Two DOAs and I bet we

saved a dozen or more.

Joe Cruz: That right there is what it’s all about.

[Japanese on TV]

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Hey.

[clapping]

Otis Zvonecek: What are you doing?

Christopher Herrmann: I’m supposed to speak to Luke’s class

about fire safety. So I’m gonna rig one side

of the house with flammable materials and

then the other side with flame-resistant

type stuff. Then, I’m going to demonstrate

the difference. Kids are gonna love it.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh. What could possibly go wrong?

Joe Cruz: Guys, guys, I have an announcement to make. Please, I

need everybody’s attention. Today, I came across

something so upsetting that it literally shook me to the

core. I was in the laundry room. I was pulling my stuff

from the washer to the dryer, and I discovered these left

inside.

Everyone: Oh!

[chuckling]

Christopher Herrmann: Don’t look at me. I’ve been a fruit of the

loom man since 1975.

[laughter]

Mouch: 20 bucks to whoever finds the owner.

Joe Cruz: Lieutenant!

[roaring with laughter]

Joe Cruz: No!

Matt Casey: First, they ain’t mine. Second, these don’t come down

until the owner steps forward. I can’t unsee this.

Someone has to pay.

Otis Zvonecek: He who smelt it hath dealt it.

Joe Cruz: You’re nuts. Those look like something that a Russian

would wear on his wedding night.

Otis Zvonecek: They’re not mine, but I will put my money on Capp.

Mouch: Keep deflecting, Otis. That’s a good strategy.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh! Whoa! Whoa!

[dog whimpering and barking]

[extinguisher spraying]

Christopher Herrmann: Maybe I’ll just let the kids wear the oxygen

mask.

[extinguisher blows]

Woman 2: Excuse me?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Woman 2: Hi. Uh, I was wondering, um, do you guys allow kids in

here to take a picture on a truck or something?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, of course we do. Where are the kids?

Woman 2: Oh. Um, I’m just checking. Some other time.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay.

cutscene

Chief Boden: You confronted her in a parking lot.

[water running]

Kelly Severide: I’m facing criminal charges. Damn right I confronted

her.

Chief Boden: You are not helping yourself.

Kelly Severide: Chief, I did nothing wrong.

Chief Boden: You did today. You strengthened her case.

Kelly Severide: Whose side are you on?

Chief Boden: I am trying to help you here.

Kelly Severide: Well, it doesn’t feel like it. I’ll handle this myself,

thanks.

Chief Boden: No, no. You contact her again, you go within 100 feet

of her, you will force me to take away your Squad.

Kelly Severide: That’s your way of helping?

Chief Boden: Yes.

Otis Zvonecek: Hey, Chief. Taking bets on the red skivvies from the

laundry. You interested?

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: My dad used to tell me, “You have a choice. You

can either choose to be in a bad mood…”

Leslie Shay: Right.

Gabby Dawson: “Or you can decide to be happy.”

Leslie Shay: Where is this going?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, at first, I… I wasn’t sure about Mills, right? Was

he too young? Was I just rebounding? Did we

move too fast? But then I realised, damn it, he’s

good to me. Be happy.

Leslie Shay: So you love him ‘cause you choose to?

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] No. Because I do.

Leslie Shay: Aw. My little Dawson’s all grown up.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, shut up.

Leslie Shay: What about the mom thing?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.

[ambo door shuts]

[station alert & buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61. Man down from unknown causes.

Gabby Dawson: Looks like it’s one of those days.

[siren wails]

[thunder rumbling, siren blares]

Gabby Dawson: Hey there, bud. How you doing?

Hey.

His pulse is fast. Let’s sit him down and check his

heart rate. Come on.

All right.

Leslie Shay: Oh.

Gabby Dawson: Here we go, bud. All right.

Leslie Shay: Okay… Virgilio Ventura. Welcome back, pal.

Victim 2 (Virgilio): [groans]

Gabby Dawson: You had a couple cocktails today?

Leslie Shay: No, I think something a little heavier. What’s your

flavour, Virg? A little H?

Huh. He’s clean. What’s up with you, buddy?

Gabby Dawson: Okay.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

Gabby Dawson: His heart rate’s racing at 150. He’s in SVT. We’re

gonna lose him if we don’t stabilise his rhythm.

[shirt ripping]

Gabby Dawson: Cardioverting at 100. Stand back.

Leslie Shay: Dawson, wait! His ears. Look at his ears. Look.

Gabby Dawson: Shay, he’s got an electrical burn.

[clothes ripping]

Leslie Shay: His shoe’s missing. It’s a third degree burn. He’s got

an exit wound.

Gabby Dawson: He was hit by lightning. We can’t shock him. His

heart’s had too much trauma. 6 mils of adenosine.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, yeah!

[monitor continues beeping]

Gabby Dawson: Hang in there. Hang in there.

Leslie Shay: Okay.

Ready when you are. On three. One, two, push.

[monitor flatlines]

Victim 2 (Virgilio): [gasps]

Leslie Shay: Okay, it bought us some time. Let’s get him out of

here.

cutscene

[thunder in distance]

Christopher Herrmann: What is it?

Chief Boden: Ah, nothing. Rough shift.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

[car door shuts]

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, what are you doing for dinner tonight?

I’m doing all the cooking now that Cindy’s

in the home stretch. So it’s either gonna

be pizza or steak. It’s your call.

Chief Boden: Well, I can never turn down a Herrmann steak.

Christopher Herrmann: All right. Great.

Bring the beer, all right?

Chief Boden: I will.

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Chief Boden: Thanks.

Peter Mills: Hey! Excuse me, Chief! Um, I was wondering, can I pick

up a couple shifts next week? Maybe pull 48?

These-These Squad classes are breaking the

bank, so… I just need the extra money.

Chief Boden: What did your Lieutenant say?

Peter Mills: Check with you.

Chief Boden: Well, we can make that happen.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

Chief Boden: I’ll talk to second watch.

Peter Mills: Thank you.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Kelly Severide: I’m not exactly one to sit on my hands, you know.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, well, you shouldn’t.

Kelly Severide: Yeah, well, that’s not what the CFD is advising.

I’m running out of options here, Shay.

Leslie Shay: I’m telling you, the more I think about it, the more I

think that she targeted you specifically. She knew

your background, and she took what, all of two

seconds to start flirting up a storm? Anyone do a

background check on her?

Kelly Severide: I’ve-I’ve been on my heels this whole time, no.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, exactly. It’s time to turn it around, go on the

offensive.

[car door shuts]

[engine starts]

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: You thinking about jumping?

Peter Mills: Hey.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Peter Mills: You made it.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, bearing carbs.

Peter Mills: I see.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

[kissing sound]

Gabby Dawson: What is it?

Peter Mills: You never answered my question. I know that I’m… I’m

moving too fast. I…

Gabby Dawson: Peter. I love you too.

Peter Mills: Really?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, really.

Peter Mills: [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: I just got one question for you. Am I gonna have to

borrow Antonio’s pickup, or are you gonna help me

move?

Peter Mills: I will help you move.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

[kissing sounds]

cutscene

Antonio Dawson: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey, man. Thanks for meeting me.

Antonio Dawson: You sure you know what you’re doing?

Kelly Severide: Tsk. Like I told you on the phone, I’m-I’m feeling out

of options.

Antonio Dawson: Well, it might be worse than you think. I called the

Assistant State’s Attorney. That Rutkowski’s

testimony landed, and they won’t be accused of

playing favourites for a firefighter. They’re gonna

approve criminal charges. I ran a background

check on Tara Little. She worked at an ad

agency. There were criminal charges filed and

then withdrawn.

Kelly Severide: Against her?

Antonio Dawson: No. A fellow employee there named Clay White.

There’s an address in there.

Kelly Severide: I appreciate it.

Antonio Dawson: If I was smart, I’d tell you to let a lawyer handle it

from here.

cutscene

[bell chimes]

Man 2: May I help you?

Kelly Severide: Are you Clay White?

Man 2 (Clay White): I am.

Kelly Severide: I was told to talk to you about Tara Little.

Man 2 (Clay White): A-Anything you wanna say about her, you can

tell my lawyer. Now get the hell out.

Kelly Severide: It’s… it’s not like that. I-I need your help.

Man 2 (Clay White): I was a mid-level executive at Ramsey-Cole, a

high-end ad agency on Michigan Avenue. Tara

was one of 20 graphic designers we had on

staff. Tara and I had hit it off. Was it

inappropriate? She was game, and I wasn’t

married. It was all consensual. We had some

fun but went in different directions, ended

totally civil. Then we lost an account. The

rumour mill started flying about downsizing.

Next thing I know, Tara makes a claim, says I

took advantage of her, it was a hostile working

environment. I was fired and ostracised by the

whole industry.

I’ve got an MBA [chuckles]

And this is what I do to pay my mortgage. She

got a nice settlement from what I heard.

Kelly Severide: Sounds familiar. Would you consider coming

forward?

Man 2 (Clay White): I signed a non-disclosure agreement, so she’d

drop the criminal charges.

Kelly Severide: You didn’t answer my question.

cutscene

Hallie Thomas: Let me take a look at him

Patient (Miranda): [winces]

Hallie Thomas: Wow. What happened?

Patient (Miranda): [sighs] I was texting on my phone, and I walked

into a damn tree.

Hallie Thomas: Oh, that’s a new one. All right, I’m gonna walk you

back to a bed, where we can get that thumb set.

You can walk with me?

Patient (Miranda): Yeah.

Hallie Thomas: No texting while you do it.

[chuckling]

Hallie Thomas: One sec.

Thanks.

[door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: Hey.

Matt Casey: You used to always drop by the firehouse with lunch,

so… I’m returning the favour, if you have time.

Doctor (Margaret): Got you covered.

Hallie Thomas: Come on.

[door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: I’ll show you around.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Hallie Thomas: We have five beds. But we can stuff eight in here if

we need to.

Matt Casey: All right.

Hallie Thomas: Um, a couple of visitation rooms, a couple of

offices. There’s where we keep the meds. This is

our bathroom. One bathroom, mind you, for all of

us, including the patients.

Man 3: Hallie.

Hallie Thomas: Oh, Steven Goody. He started the clinic. This is

my… this is Matt.

Man 3 (Steven Goody): Hey. Nice to meet you.

Listen, Hallie, do you think you could help

us out on Sunday, maybe, uh, noon to

5:00-ish? Dr. Arend can’t make it.

Hallie Thomas: Yeah, I think so. I just have to check my schedule

over at Lakeshore.

Man 3 (Steven Goody): Great. Just let me know, okay?

Nice to meet you, Matt.

Matt Casey: You too.

Hallie Thomas: One sec.

[door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: Huh. That’s weird.

Woman 3 (Bridgette): What?

Hallie Thomas: Uh, well…

Woman 3 (Bridgette): Oh, yeah, I know about this. I’ll take care of it.

Hallie Thomas: Okay.

Matt Casey: Everything good?

Hallie Thomas: Yeah. I’m starving. Let’s go.

Matt Casey: You really like it here?

Hallie Thomas: Yes. When I was away, I remembered why I got into

medicine in the first place. I remembered a lot of

things I wanted to reclaim for myself when I

returned.

[laughter]

cutscene

[overlapping chatter]

[video game in background]

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Herrmann Kids: Look it, look, look, right there.

Christopher Herrmann: I won! Yes! Turn that thing up. Screw the

neighbours [chuckles]

Chief Boden: Uh, uh, no, no. Doing the dishes is my specialty.

Cindy Herrmann: You’re sweet, Wallace.

Chief Boden: Anyway, ain’t you supposed to be in bed?

Cindy Herrmann: You think I’m going to trust Chris alone with those

monsters?

Herrmann & Boden: [laughs]

Chief Boden: Get outta here.

Boden & Cindy: [chuckles]

[glass bottles clinking]

Christopher Herrmann: So?

Chief Boden: So?

Okay. I, uh… I think I’m losing the respect of an

important man in the house.

Christopher Herrmann: Severide?

Chief Boden: Between this Benny and this Tara thing… I think he

thinks I’m the bad guy here.

Christopher Herrmann: Eh. What’s that you always say? “Leaders

lead from the front.”

Chief Boden: Yeah. Sounds like me.

Christopher Herrmann: Up front can be lonely, that’s for sure.

But… it goes with the territory, don’t it?

Chief Boden: Yeah. Thanks.

[bottles clink]

Chief Boden: Again.

cutscene

Matt Casey: Otis. Ready to lay claim to your undies?

[chuckling]

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, you wish.

Mouch: Just come clean, Otis. No one will judge you. This is a safe

room.

Otis Zvonecek: [sighs] You know what? No. I-I can’t stand to look

at these another shift.

All: Oh!

[laughter]

Mouch: That’s it. Now I know they’re yours.

[station alert blares & buzzes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Vehicle accident.

[sirens wailing]

[horn honking]

Woman 4 (Bystander): The Taurus there was just pulling out of the

hotel parking lot, when, bam! The trailblazer

hit it straight on.

Matt Casey: Thank you.

Kelly Severide: We’re on the trailblazer.

He’s DOA.

[indistinct chatter]

Matt Casey: Ma’am, try not to move until we get you collared and

braced.

Victim 3 (Lady): I need the report to say we’re just co-workers, and

we were coming from a lunch when that jackass hit

us!

Matt Casey: We don’t report that kind of stuff, ma’am.

Victim 3 (Lady): I gotta get out of here.

Matt Casey: Ma’am, you need to remain still.

I need that collar!

Peter Mills: Here you go, Lieutenant.

Matt Casey: Thanks.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Struts, wedges, and cribbing. Stabilise that

car so you can get that woman out.

Kelly Severide: You heard him. Get that cribbing in place. Capp,

centre part!

[glass shattering]

Kelly Severide: Get it piped down. How are we on the other side?

[metal clanging]

Joe Cruz: Almost there.

Chief Boden: Good. Let’s cut that roof away.

[machine whirring]

Kelly Severide: Watch for sparks.

Roof’s clear.

Christopher Herrmann: C-collar.

Leslie Shay: Copy that. Flying in.

Kelly Severide: All right, you ready?

Leslie Shay: Take her out as straight as possible.

Victim 3 (Lady): Where are you taking me?

Gabby Dawson: Lakeshore.

Victim 3 (Lady): Will you call my husband and tell him you found me

by myself?

Gabby Dawson: Ma’am, you’re gonna have to take that up with the

doctors at the hospital.

Victim 4 (Man): [groans]

Kelly Severide: Hey, I’m gonna need you to cover for me for an hour

when we get back to the station.

Harold Capp: You got it.

cutscene

Tara Little: You’re supposed to stay away from me.

Kelly Severide: Am I?

Tara Little: [scoffs] You’re finished. You hear me? I am about to

scream so loud.

Man 2 (Clay White): Hi, Tara.

Tara Little: [scoffs] He can’t. He signed…

Kelly Severide: A non-disclosure and confidentiality agreement?

What else can you take away from him? I checked

with the union attorney, and it turns out in cases of

fraud, the courts don’t care much about those

agreements.

Tara Little: Fraud?

Kelly Severide: Maybe we take you to criminal court, get testimony

on the record or you retract your lie, quit this job.

We never see each other again.

cutscene

Woman 2: Excuse me.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Woman 2: Hi. Um, I was the one that asked about the pictures.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw, yeah, of course. How are you?

Woman 2: Hi.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey.

Woman 2: Uh, this is my husband, Roger…

Christopher Herrmann: Hey Roger.

Man 4 (Roger): Hey.

Woman 2: And our daughter, Charlotte.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw.

Woman 2: Would you mind?

Christopher Herrmann: Naw, no. No problem at all. Come on

Charlotte. I’ll show you around here.

Come on.

How old is she now?

Joe Cruz: One, two, three.

Woman 2: Uh, 12.

Christopher Herrmann: That’s incredible.

Joe Cruz: Tighter, tighter.

Woman 2: Yeah, plus today is her birthday. So here we are. She’s

really something.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Joe Cruz: Hey, one more. Let’s do one more. Everybody smile…

hold it.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, do you have a few minutes. Because I

think we can do something a little better

than a couple of photos.

Joe Cruz: Great.

Woman 2: Sure.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah? All right.

Woman 2: [laughs]

Joe Cruz: Get in there.

Woman 2: Okay.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, Chief. We got a kid’s birthday party in

the common room, and they’d like to see

you.

Chief Boden: You tell little Danny or Billy or Leo happy birthday for

me, but I have a mountain of paperwork that I need

to get through.

Christopher Herrmann: This one’s important, Chief.

Chief Boden: Okay, where are the other kids?

Christopher Herrmann: Well, it’s not that kind of party, Chief.

Joe Cruz: Later I’ll grab all the guys from the truck, take a picture

together.

Chief Boden: Hey.

Girl (Charlotte): Are you Chief Boden?

Chief Boden: Yes I am. And are you the birthday girl?

Girl (Charlotte): Yeah.

Chief Boden: And um, what’s your name?

Girl (Charlotte): Charlotte.

Chief Boden: Charlotte. And how old are you, Charlotte?

Girl (Charlotte): 12.

Chief Boden: Well, Charlotte, happy birthday [chuckles]

Girl (Charlotte): Do you recognise me?

Chief Boden: Um, I’m… I’m sorry. No, I don’t.

Girl (Charlotte): 12 years ago today, I was left on the doorstep of

this firehouse. He said you were the fireman

who found me.

Chief Boden: I always wondered what happened to you.

Girl (Charlotte): I was adopted. I live in Indiana now.

Chief Boden: Look at you. Don’t you look great?

Woman 2: She’s always wanted the truth.

Girl (Charlotte): When my mom and dad told me where I came

from, I had to come here.

Chief Boden: And I am very glad that you did.

Girl (Charlotte): Thank you.

Chief Boden: No, thank you, Charlotte. ‘Cause you have made this

Chief… a very happy man today.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay. Here we go.

All: Happy birthday to you; Happy birthday to you; Happy birthday

dear Charlotte; Happy birthday to you.

[applause and cheering]

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: You’ll still pay a $20 bounty on these briefs?

Mouch: If you’re ready to admit they’re yours.

Otis Zvonecek: You wanna know something curious? I looked at

the tag here. Interesting that they’re a Japanese

brand of underwear not sold in the United States.

Japanese. The same language you’ve been

studying.

Mouch: That… that doesn’t…

Otis Zvonecek: Japanese. The same proverbs you’ve been

spouting for weeks, one of which you used to

fleece me out of 20 bones.

Mouch: Fine.

Otis Zvonecek: [chuckles] Thank you… very much.

Mouch: [sighs] Go ahead. Go, tell everyone. Get a good laugh.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, I will. I will.

Mouch: I’ve been dating a Japanese woman. I’m doing everything I

can to impress her, because quite frankly, I’m not getting

any younger. Now, she mailed me the underwear as a gift.

So that’s a good sign, right?

Otis Zvonecek: Wait, wait. Mailed? From where?

Mouch: Well, we’ve been uh… our relationship is, uh… we haven’t

actually met yet.

Otis Zvonecek: An Internet girlfriend.

Mouch: I’ve talked to her on the phone…

Otis Zvonecek: Hmm.

Mouch: A lot.

Otis Zvonecek: Right, right. How much have you spent on her?

Mouch: Eh, not much.

Yeah a little.

Otis Zvonecek: [chuckles]

Mouch: Please don’t bust my balls on this, Otis.

Otis!

cutscene

Chief Boden: Hey, just the man I was coming to find. I don’t know if

you’ve heard, but miraculously, Tara Little has quit the

fire service and recanted her testimony against you.

Kelly Severide: Did she?

Chief Boden: What’d you do?

Kelly Severide: Well, I-I…

Chief Boden: You know what? I’d rather not know.

Kelly Severide: It was on the up-and-up, Chief. I promise you that.

Chief Boden: Kelly. Throughout all this, never doubted you. I want

you to know that. Just had to be a Chief.

Kelly Severide: I know. I appreciate it.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Can we talk?

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Uh, not here.

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Apparently, it happened during a time when your

mom and dad were already separated. Boden

and Ingrid got together, but Boden backed away

as soon as he found out that your dad and mom

might reconcile. And I didn’t know what to do

with the information. And I didn’t think that it

was my place to tell you, so I just sat on it. But

the more I thought about how close you were

getting, the more I thought that maybe I should-I

should just tell you, so…

Peter Mills: Boden and my mom? [sighs]

And you knew about this how long?

Gabby Dawson: Since the big banquet.

Peter Mills: [sighs]

Gabby Dawson: Look, I know I should’ve told you sooner. I know it.

But you have to see it from my point of view.

Peter Mills: Oh, do I? Is that what I need to do, Dawson?

Gabby Dawson: Peter, I’m sorry. If I’d have known you’d have this

kind of reaction, I would’ve just come right home

and told you then.

Peter Mills: But you didn’t, okay?

Gabby Dawson: I didn’t know.

Peter Mills: Yeah. I need to be alone.

[station alarm buzzes & blares]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61. Building

fire, 3331 West Halsted Road.

Matt Casey: That’s Hallie’s clinic.

[horn honking]

[sirens wailing]

Matt Casey: Oh God.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Kelly Severide: Let’s go! Why aren’t those hydrants open yet?

Christopher Herrmann: We’re gonna need this vented. Get that

aerial to the roof.

Police Officer (Nicole Sermons): My partner, Barnes, he went in

further. He found a woman, but he

couldn’t get to her.

Matt Casey: Hey. Back door is there.

Kelly Severide: Fan out! Look for victims. I’ll stick with Casey.

[coughing]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughs] I couldn’t reach her!

Matt Casey: Where?

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughs]

Matt Casey: Get him out of here!

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughing]

[siren wailing]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [groans]

[ambulance beeping]

[car door shuts]

Kelly Severide: Fire department! Call out!

Matt Casey: Hallie!

[metal cage shaking]

Matt Casey: Hallie!

Chief Boden: (into radio) This is an oven. Everyone out!

[metal clanging]

Mouch: Hallie’s in there.

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Who?

Leslie Shay: His girl.

Matt Casey: Hallie!

Chief Boden: (into radio) Casey, where are you?

Matt Casey: No! No! No!

[whimpers & groans]

[wood creaking & splitting]

[explosion]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Casey, where the hell are you?

(into radio) Casey. Casey!

[explosion continues]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Talk to me. Where the hell are you?

Kelly Severide: We got her! We’re coming out!

Chief Boden: [sighs]

Gabby Dawson: Get oxygen on her and into the ambulance now.

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): We’ll lead the way.

Matt Casey: I’m coming.

[ambo door shuts]

[sirens wail]

Matt Casey: [heavy breathing] Breathe, Hallie. Breathe.

Damn it, baby. Breathe.

Come on! Breathe.

Breathe. Damn it, girl.

Breathe.

[ambo door shuts]

[sombre music]

Matt Casey: [sniffles]

[sobbing]

No!

No! [sobs & wails]

- end -

Definitions:

D&D = Drunk and Disorderly

K-12 = Fire/Rescue saw. It can be used for forcible entry, ventilation, USAR (Urban Search and Rescue – technical rescue operation that involves the location, extrication, and initial medical stabilisation of victims trapped in an urban area, namely structural collapse due to natural disasters, mines and collapsed trenches), RIC (Rapid Intervention Crew - team of two or more firefighters dedicated solely to the search and rescue of other firefighters in distress), and vehicle extrication

Sawzall = Term often used to describe any brand of reciprocating saw. These saws cut in a back and forth motion, similar to a handsaw that’s just downed four espressos

EMS Plan 2 = 5 Ambulances, 1 Paramedic Field Chief, 1 Deputy District Chief, 1 Command Van, 1 Triage Van, Media Affairs Unit

SVT = Supraventricular tachycardia (SVT) is a condition where your heart suddenly beats much faster than normal

Cardioverting = An electrical cardioversion is a treatment which aims to get your abnormal heart rhythm (arrhythmia) back to a normal pattern. It’s done by sending controlled electric signals to your heart through electrodes placed on the chest

Adenosine = Used to bring your heart back into a normal rhythm

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highly requested part two to this fic!!

a/n: this is...vey long, i literally just couldn’t stop writing. (it’s actually so long that i reached the limit of text blocks, so now there’s going to be a part 3 so stay tuned for that!) but i hope you guys liked it!! also, the way i wrote elle in this is nothing like how she is in the movie, she is nowhere near as mature as this lol.

summary: after your break up with marco, you head to the beach for the senior weekend, where you finally have to face him

word count: 5854

it had been two months since you broke up with marco and you still haven’t talked to him. he’s sent you text message after text message before you blocked him, not wanting to hear anything from him. at school, you avoided him in the halls, taking every possible out-of-the-way route. and when in classes you shared with him, you avoided the urge to even glance at him.

you could feel his gaze on you, though. it took everything in you not to take one look at the boy you once called your own, but you were determined to stay strong. and as soon as class was over, you made sure you were the first one out the door.

rachel acted as your guard during school, walking with you in the hall, helping you avoid both marco and elle. you stopped going to your locker. it’s not like you ever used it anyway, it had become more a spot for you and marco to talk between classes than anything else. now, it was just an ugly reminder of your ex.

outside of school, rachel kept inviting you out with her and lee but you declined everytime.

“rach, it’s okay. really.” you said to her one night after she invited you to a movie night with her and lee. “you don’t have to include me in everything you guys do. you deserve time with your boyfriend.”

“...okay.” she responded uneasily. “but you know you’re always welcome to hang out with us.”

you would take her up on her offer every once in a while, but made sure to give them space when they needed. instead, you started spending more time with your friends (that weren’t dating anyone) and tried to enjoy the rest of your senior year.

marco had come over twice that first week, but each time your mom, bless her, would cover for you.

“i know she’s here, could i please just talk to her?” marco pleaded.

your mom slightly shook her head as you watched from the top of the stairs. “marco, i don’t know what happened between you two, but i do know she doesn’t want to see you right now.”

that was the night of the ddr competition and after that, your mom had come upstairs and held you while you cried into her shoulder. even now, you still hadn’t told her that he had kissed elle, just that you had broken up. you told yourself you didn’t know why you couldn’t just tell her the truth, despite you always telling her everything.

but subconsciously, there was a part of you that wanted to get back together with him. and you knew that if your mom knew that he had cheated on you, there would be no chance of that happening.

but it’s two months later and while you weren’t totally over it, you were much better. you weren’t your relationship, and it took you a while to realize the breakup didn’t mean the end of you.

and now you found yourself getting ready for a senior weekend on the beach, any remains of the heartbroken girl you once were left behind you. there was no doubt you would run into marco there, considering the entire senior class was going, but you refused to dwell on that.

as you finished getting ready, your phone buzzed with a text message from your friend liz.

slowpoke much? hurry up, i’m ready to go!!

you laughed as you quickly typed out a reply, letting her know you would pick her up soon. you then unplugged your phone charger before throwing it inside your bag, then grabbed it and headed downstairs.

at the bottom of the stairs was a medium sized cooler and when you opened it, it was filled with mike’s hard bottles and white claws. you grinned and turned to your mom who was sitting at the dining table on her ipad and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“thank you, thank you, thank you!” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

she just let out a laugh. “now i bought it because i trust you. be safe, please.”

“i will, promise.” you gave her one last hug. “love you momma.”

“i love you too, baby. have fun!”

“see you sunday!” you called as you left the house.

you headed outside, giving a quick wave to your neighbor as you walked to your car.

she waved back and glanced at the cooler you dragged behind and the overnight bag over your shoulder. “senior weekend?”

you gave her a sheepish smile and nodded.

she winked, then glanced back at her house. she looked at you again and mimicked locking her lips and throwing away the key.

you laughed at the gesture, knowing her husband was a police officer.

you winked back at her. “thanks.”

after picking up liz, cora, and justine the four of you arrived at the beach, saying hi to your friends that had already arrived and checking into the motel room you had booked.

“okay, first things first.” you announced when your entered the room. “we are not letting anyone else in this room, okay? this is not going to be the room that gets trashed.” you stated and they nodded in agreement.

cora nodded to the cooler. “except that’s going to be the reason people will want to be in here.”

you gave her a grin. “and that’s exactly why it’s going in taylor’s room.”

“genius!” cora said, falling back onto her bed.

you laughed, taking out a few drinks and placing them in the minifridge for just the four of you. as soon as you stood up, justine made her way over it, pulling out a white claw.

“justine, it’s two pm.” cora said with a look.

justine cracked open the can and took a long drink. “and what about it?”

you laughed, heading out the door with the cooler. “i’ll be right back.”

you checked the text message taylor had sent you with his room number, realizing that you would have to go upstairs. you groaned, lifting the cooler with both hands, knowing you weren’t going to be able to roll it up the stairs.

you reached his door, knocking on it with your foot. putting down the cooler at this point seemed futile, considering you knew he would make you carry it inside.

except it wasn’t taylor that opened the door. instead, you were met with marco.

just your luck that they’re roommates.

he had been laughing at whoever was talking to him before he opened the door and the sound seemed to completely erase the past two months of healing you had been doing because suddenly all you wanted was to fall into his arms and let him hold you and laugh together and—

“y/n.” god, you forgot how great your name sounded coming from his mouth.

he smiled at you, then seemed to remember that you had spent the last eight weeks avoiding the hell out of him and cleared his throat.

“i, um,” you adjusted the cooler in your hands, raising it a little. “taylor said i could leave these here.”

“oh yeah, of course. here, let me get that.” he reached for the cooler, taking the handles from you and relieving you of the heavy weight.

“thanks.” you placed your hands in the pockets of your shorts, unsure of what else to do with them.

he stood there, still holding the cooler, but with none of the struggle you seemed to have.

of course, you thought as you tried to restrain yourself from glancing at his bare arms.

“look, y/n—” luckily for you, he was interrupted before he could finish his statement.

“y/n!” taylor said, entering the doorway. he looked down at the cooler marco was holding and his eyes widened at you. “did you bring this? you’re the best.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “yes, i told you i was going to. have you been drinking already?”

“maybe like, a little bit.”

marco sighed, turning to you. “the answer is yes. since noon.”

“only like this much!” he holds his thumb and pointer finger out, only an inch of space between them. “okay, maybe a little bit more than that but jeez man, why you gotta be such a buzzkill!”

he turned his attention to you. “god, your ex is a real piece of work you know. i can see why you broke up with him.”

you laughed awkwardly. “yeah, okay taylor. um, i’m gonna go. you have fun, boys.”

you turned and walked away, ignoring marco calling out your name behind you. you entered your own room, immediately being hit in the face with a towel. after the initial shock factor wore off, you removed it from your face and saw your friends in their swimsuits, rubbing on sunscreen and grabbing things to bring to the beach.

“get in your swimsuit girl, we’re heading to the beach!” liz said, putting on sunglasses. “a bunch of people are down there already and i refuse to miss out on any moment.”

you laughed, throwing the towel back at them. “okay, okay!”

you removed your top and shorts, having worn your swimsuit underneath your clothes. you were putting them in your bag when you heard a whistle from the other side of the room.

justine lifted her own sunglasses to the top of her head. “damn, girl. where did you get that?”

your skin got warm at her comment. the swimsuit in question was normally out of your comfort zone, but for some reason when you had tried it on for the first time, you felt a surge of confidence.

it was a black one piece, but it was cut deep down the middle of your chest, cut out on the sides and the back, allowing for open space for your skin to show. and in front, there were two sections made of mesh. whoever said one pieces couldn’t be sexy clearly has never seen this one.

“holy shit, y/n. and i thought i looked hot.” liz added.

cora gave you a sly smile. “marco’s not going to know what hit him.”

you gave her a look. “please, this has nothing to do with marco.”

“oh, sure, of course not.” she says, walking towards you and leaning in and whispering, “but it never hurts to show them what they’re missing out on.”

you looked at her and pretended to think about it before giving your response. “okay, so maybe the swimsuit is a little bit about marco.”

the four of you burst into laughter before gathering the rest of your stuff and heading out the door. after making sure everyone had their key, you shut the door behind you and made the five minute walk to the beach.

for the most part it was just the seniors that had come for the weekend, but you saw a couple other groups of people spread out along the beach. the four of you found a clear spot a few feet from the lifeguard tower to put your towels down.

justine propped up the large umbrella she had dragged along with her from the motel along with her beach chair. she laid down in her chair underneath it, closing her eyes, and slipping her sunglasses onto her face.

“do you even plan on going in the water?” you asked her, spraying sunscreen onto your skin.

“nope. my plan today is to get his attention.” she nods to the lifeguard near us. “but i’ve gotta get my energy up first, so i’ll just be taking a nap if you need me.”

you just laughed, throwing your sunscreen bottle onto your towel and tucked your phone into your beach bag.

“i’m gonna stay and tan for a little so i can watch our stuff, don’t worry.” cora said as she watched you throw your sweatshirt over your bag.

you gave her a grateful smile before standing back up.

“looks like you’ve caught someone’s attention.” cora said, laying back on her towel, nodding her head behind her.

you looked up and saw marco, taylor, and and few more boys walking towards the beach, all of them talking excitedly to each other. except marco’s gaze was focused on one thing.

you.

you watched as his eyes scanned your body from top to bottom, his eyes stopping on the cut out parts of your swimsuit. you felt a small shiver course through your body at his actions. you knew you looked goof, but when marco looked at you like that...

you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift as well. he was only in swim trunks, putting his upper body on display for all to see. as he got closer, his muscles only became more defined, his skin practically glowing underneath the sun.

“um, chile...anyways, so.” cora said, snapping you out of your reverie until you looked at her. “y’all are practically eye fucking each other, you know.”

you laughed at her, sparing one last glance at marco, only to see that his eyes were still on you. you looked away quickly before he could notice and turned back to cora.

“mission accomplished.”

she gave you a high five before you linked arms with liz and made your way to the shore, knowing you were giving marco a nice view of your backside as well.

as if liz could read your mind, she laughed and leaned in to whisper. “oh, you are bad.”

you moved in front of her, walking backwards towards the water. “who, me?” you feigned innocence.

she shook her head smiling, and then reached forward, pushing you backwards.

you hadn’t even realized you had reached the shore and when you fell back, you fell right into the ocean. you stood up laughing, pushing your hair out of your face.

“oh, you’re dead.” you say and liz squeals, jumping into the water herself.

the two of you join a group of your other friends, hanging out for a while before you head back.

when you get back to your station, cora is sitting up on her towel and the beach chair next to her is empty.

“where’s—?” cora cuts you off, pointing in one direction.

you follow where her finger is pointing and see justine talking to the lifeguard that was stationed a few feet away from us. good for her.

“well alright then.” you said with raised eyebrows and a proud smile before looking back at cora. “if you wanna head down, i can watch our stuff for a while. i’m pretty tired of being in the water, anyway.”

she smiled at you. “thanks!” she started towards the water before turning and taking off her sunglasses.

you held open your hands and she tossed them to you. you set her sunglasses down next to you and decided to take justine’s chair to sit in. it’s not like she was using it. you settled yourself in the chair, grateful for the shade the umbrella provided and pulled out your phone, put your earbuds in, and started scrolling through tik tok.

maybe an hour had passed when you felt a hand tapping on your shoulder. you quickly took out your earbuds, turning to whoever tapped you.

“oh, i’m so sorry, i didn’t...” your voice trailed off as you realized who it was that had tapped you.

elle evans.

“can we talk?” she asked.

she looked nervous. good. she should be! what kind of nerve does she have coming up to you after kissing you boyfriend on stage in front of thousands of people?

but before you could say any of this to her, she spoke again.

“i know you have no reason to speak to me and i understand that you probably hate me. i just, really want to explain.” she said.

you wanted to say no. you wanted to say no so badly and just stay mad at her. but even you couldn’t admit that your curiosity was getting the best of you.

so you just nodded, motioning for her to sit down on one of the towels.

she looked grateful, giving you a smile before taking a seat.

“look, i’m just going to get right to it. i know it was wrong, what i did. but i was hurt. i was angry. and marco had been so nice to me for so long and i thought noah was cheating on me so...” she trailed off so you finished her sentence.

“you cheated on him instead?”

elle looked at you, remorse in her eyes. “yeah.” she sighed. “i know, it’s all so stupid and i’m not proud of it, i want you to know that. but i was lucky enough that noah forgave me for that. and i know you haven’t forgiven marco.”

you swallowed, looking down.

“i wasn’t even thinking of you when i kissed marco and that’s on me. i am so, so sorry y/n. and i wish there was some way i could make it up to you.”

you sighed, looking her in the eye. “look, elle. thank you for apologizing to me. that’s great that noah forgave you, but that’s not something i can just overlook...it’s not just on you, it’s on him too.”

she let a moment of silence pass between you.

“you know he would always talk about you during our practices?”

your gaze had drifted back to the ocean but went back to her when she spoke again. “what?”

“he felt so guilty every time he had to cancel on you. and maybe i should’ve taken that as a sign as to what i was doing, but i didn’t. and for that i apologize too. but with the way he talked about you, i really didn’t think anything i could do would ruin what you had.

“i guess that was pretty ignorant of me.” she laughed a little. “y/n, he loves you. he really does. and i get it, the kiss was completely out of line and you don’t owe him or me anything. but if you think for a second that marco would ever choose me over you, you’re wrong.”

you didn’t say anything in response to that. what exactly were you supposed to say?

and when elle realized you weren’t going to respond, she sighed. “of course, i can’t change your mind and i don’t know how you feel. all i ask if that you talk to him. he misses you.” and with that, she got up and left without another word.

you laid back in your chair, putting your earbuds back in and turning on some music. you thought about what elle said, and you appreciated her coming to talk to you, but it still didn’t erase what marco had done.

but at the same time...

had he really been talking about you to her? did he really feel sorry about the canceled dates? because to you, it always felt like he was choosing her over you.

maybe elle was right, maybe you should just talk to him.

you groaned, closing your eyes. i thought this weekend was supposed to be fun and stress free, you thought.

you reopened your eyes and saw liz and justine standing over you.

“what was elle doing over here?” liz immediately said.

you loved how protective your friends were and smiled at them, making sure they knew it was nothing they had to worry about.

“it’s okay guys, she just wanted to talk.”

“about what?” justine was giving a nasty look in elle’s general direction.

“actually, she apologized.” you said and both of their head snapped to you.

“apologizes, huh?” justine said.

“yeah. but i don’t wanna talk about that right now, let’s just relax, yeah?” you said, trying to distract them.

they obviously wanted to talk about it but your distaste for the subject must have been clear on your face because they backed off.

“if you insist. but you have to get out of my chair first.” justine said with a smile.

you laughed, grabbed your phone and got up from the chair to sit on your towel. “how did it go with the lifeguard?”

“well, i got his snap and a date with him tonight, so you tell me.” justine said, laying back on her chair.

“you have to teach me how to do that.” liz said, sitting down on the towel beside her.

later that night, justine was off on her date with the lifeguard but the rest of the seniors were out on the beach, having a bonfire.

you, cora, and liz were in your room, getting ready to head out onto the beach when you heard something topple over.

you jumped, looking over your shoulder at the hair straightener that liz had dropped.

“oops.” she giggled.

“shit, liz.” cora said, picking it up and decided to finish liz’s hair for her. “are you drunk already?”

“honestly, i haven’t been sober since four pm today.” she admitted.

you shook your head, strapping on your sandals before standing. “why am i not surprised.”

cora looked up from liz’s hair and grinned. “i love the outfit. very cute.”

you looked at yourself in the mirror. you were wearing a spaghetti strap lavender crop top with black cotton shorts and gold sandals. you smiled at yourself.

“yeah, i think so.” you turned to cora. “thank you.”

“i think you look hot.” liz said with a funny smile.

“of course you do.” you said, slipping your phone into your pocket.

you stayed in the room until cora finished straightening liz’s hair and then you all went down to the bonfire together.

you headed straight for the cooler that stood on the outskirts of the large group, grabbing a white claw. there was music playing, and everyone was either dancing with one another or just hanging out by the fire.

you took a seat on one of the logs surrounding the fire, not in too much a partying mood for tonight.

“mind if i sit here?”

you didn’t need to look up to know it was marco who had asked but you did anyway, and made eye contact with the boy in question.

you shrugged, but didn’t say anything.

that seemed good enough for him because he took a seat next to you, leaving space between you. not enough apparently because you could still smell his cologne, the scent making its way into your senses.

marco fiddled with the drink in his hand, obviously thinking. you recognized the habit as one he did whenever he needed to get something off his chest.

“whatever it is, you can just say it.” you say.

he looked over at you and then looked back at his drink. “elle told me she talked to you.”

“yeah. she did.” you looked at him, but he was still looking at his drink.

“and from what she’s told me, sounds like i was living rent free in your mind.” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“you were. you are.” he said back, except he was 100% serious.

he finally looked up and met your eyes. “you’re all i think about.”

at that moment, you heard a scream and looked over to see one of the boys had tossed cora over his shoulder, carrying her to the water as our classmates cheered him on.

“can we...go on a walk or something? just find somewhere quiet to talk?” marco asked you over the commotion.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid talking to him any longer, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to. so you nodded, standing up alongside him, finishing off the last of your drink before tossing the can in a garbage bag by one of the logs.

marco did the same and the two of you started walking away from the bonfire.

“you might wanna take your sandals off, it might make walking a little easier.” he said to you and you shot him a look.

“i think i’ll be fine, thank you very much.”

you regretted your decision as soon as you took that first step but you were determined not to say anything. but with every step you took, you could feel sand getting into your sandals and finally you groaned in defeat.

“hang on.” you said and bent down, unbuckling them and then slipping them off your feet.

you gathered your sandals in your hand and continued walking, feeling the sand moving beneath your feet.

“that’s better.” you said.

you looked over at marco when you realized he was laughing.

“and what exactly is so funny? don’t forget you’re already in hot water with me.” you raised an eyebrow.

“just reminds me of when we went to the beach earlier this year and i told you to bring a blanket, a sweatshirt, anything really, because it was going to get cold.”

you rolled your eyes at the memory. “right, and i didn’t. but only because i really didn’t think anything of the weather.”

“nuh uh, i believe your exact words were, ‘i do what i want.’” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“and what is your point exactly?” you laughed.

“well considering you spent the rest of the day in my hoodie and huddled under my blanket, mi amor, my point is that you can be extremely stubborn.” he laughed, before he realized what he said.

your heart clenched at the nickname, missing it already. but it reminded you of why you were out here with him in the first place.

“why did you kiss her?” you asked, quietly.

he paused and you inhaled, holding your breath in fear of his response.

“i could stand here and say i don’t know, but that would be a lie. i think...i think it was because a part of me thought i was already losing you.”

you stopped. “wait, what?” you looked at him. “why?”

he shrugged. “we never really talked about college and what would happen after graduation. i kind of assumed you would want to break up. and when i had rehearsals with elle, it didn’t seem to bother you that much, even when i had to cancel dates. i mean, until you said something at the competition, i didn’t realize how you felt about the whole thing. i thought it was because you were, i don’t know, getting tired of me.”

he may have had a point. despite your initial feelings towards him spending all of his time with elle, you never really expressed that to him. he would tell you he had to miss a date and you always responded with, “that’s okay, maybe next time.”

“so, at the competition, when elle kissed me, it felt like i had nothing to lose. but i’m an idiot. i don’t even like her. and when i saw you,” he looked at you, his voice thick with emotion. “i realized how much i screwed up. i couldn’t believe that i had hurt you like that.”

“marco.” you were standing in front of him now. “i need you to realize that every canceled date resulted in me calling rachel to scream my head off about the lack of time we were spending together. but i wasn’t about to tell you to not help her, i wasn’t going to be that girlfriend.

“i do realize that i could have said something sooner, though . elle had mentioned how you were upset about the dates we missed as well.” you glared at him. “but that doesn’t excuse you kissing her on live television!”

he shook his head. “no i know, i know. and it’s not an excuse, it’s just how i felt. what i did, no matter the reason, was wrong. and i am so, so sorry y/n. i never should have kissed her, and i regret it more than anything. i regret losing you.”

you turned your back to him, afraid you were going to start crying and you didn’t want him to see.

you had been avoiding him for so long for this very reason. you didn’t want to hear an apology. you didn’t want to forgive him.

but hearing him apologize and regret what he did made you question why you didn’t want to hear it. while your heart wasn’t completely full once again, heating those words did something to you. it made you feel...heard.

both elle and marco took the initiative to come to you even after you making it clear that you refused to speak to either of them for the past two months. despite what they did, that says a lot about their character.

“y/n?” marco called from behind you.

you took a deep breath before turning to face him once again.

“i forgive you.”

marco looked shocked. “i—thank you.”

“and i’m sorry for ignoring you and refusing to even give you the chance to apologize. i just,” you shrugged. “wasn’t ready.”

he nodded, gazing at you intently. “i completely understand. what i did...” he swallowed. “you were hurt. you were angry. hell, i would be too.”

“yeah, well. that hurt and anger didn’t do anything for me. but you and elle talking to me did. so thank you.”

“i had to let you know how i was sorry. i couldn’t let you go thinking there was anyone in this world i would rather be with than you.” he said, and when you looked in his eyes, you could see he was sincere.

“marco.” you breathed, realizing how close the two of you were.

one of his arms slipped around your waist and you let him pull you even closer. your breaths mingled as your lips were only centimeters apart and you felt your eyelids start to flutter shut.

“tell me to stop and i will.” he whispered to you.

every pulse in your body was screaming at you to just let him kiss you, to fall into his arms and be his again. but in your brain, there that one rational part that was telling you to stop this now.

damn your rationale.

but you knew it was right. you were both running high on emotions, whatever you did now, you weren’t sure you wouldn’t regret it tomorrow. so you tilted your head down, grabbing onto his forearms.

“i can’t.” you managed to croak out.

he exhaled, his mouth by your ear now so you felt the rush of air against your skin.

“i want to, believe me. but right now i just, i can’t.”

he nodded. “you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

you wrapped your arms around his waists in a hug and rested your head against his chest. marco hesitates for a moment, making sure you weren’t going to pull away before hugging you back. his chin rested on the top of your head and the familiar embrace filled you with warmth.

“can we just talk?” you mumbled into his shirt.

he chuckled lightly. “of course. whatever you want.”

so you did. the two of you sat on the sand and talked. about elle, the ddr competition, what you forgiving him meant. but you also talked about the past two months. college acceptances, last minute applications, applying for scholarships, any accomplishments, everything. you talked and talked until you ended up falling asleep on the beach.

you slowly blinked your eyes open as you felt the sunlight hit them. you sat up and looked to your side where marco was still dozed off. you looked at him with a small smile, you had missed seeing him in such a peaceful state. you remembered the times he had woken up before you whenever he slept over at your house, opening your eyes to see his brown eyes gazing down at you lovingly. it was rare that you ever woke up before him, so this sight was a rare one.

his was lying on his back and you could see his chest gently rise and fall with every breath he took. at some point his shirt had come unbuttoned and the wind blew it back against the sand, exposing his chest. you rolled your eyes at yourself, compelling yourself not to even think about it. you traveled your gaze up to his face and saw the relaxed expression. the emotion from early last night was no longer there, he was just...marco.

in all honesty, you probably could have spent the rest of the morning waiting for him to wake up. but you weren’t 100% sure what your reaction would be to seeing him in the morning for the first time in a while. so, you brushed a few of the curls on his forehead back into place, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before getting up and walking back to the motel.

you entered your room as quietly as you could. a quick look at your phone let you know it was nine am and you were unsure of whether or not your friends were hungover.

however, as soon as you entered the room, you were met with cora pouncing on you.

“she’s back!” she yelled as your other two roommates groaned in response.

“what?” liz mumbled from underneath a pillow.

“okay, spill. where were you all night?” cora demanded.

“oh, please. like we don’t all know the answer.” justine sat up on her bed and gave you a teasing smile. “with marcoooo!” she singsonged, making kissy faces at you.

you rolled your eyes. “okay, it wasn’t like that.”

“wait, so you were with marco?” cora gasped. “and on the beach? you dirty dog.”

“why is everyone yelling?” liz grumbled, pressing the pillow against her head tighter.

you couldn’t but laugh at what cora was implying. “yes, i was with marco, but we just talked! honestly. it was nice.”

“you just talked all night? huh. i’m not buyin’ it. you?” cora turned to justine.

she shook her head. “nope. liz?”

“absolutely not.” her muffled voice came.

you scoffed. “well, i don’t care what you think happened. because i’m telling you nothing happened.”

“okay, say we believed you. what did you talk about?” justine said.

you shrugged, taking a seat on your bed and tossing your sandals to the ground. “everything. i mean, we haven’t talked in two months, we had some stuff to unpack.”

“are you guys getting back together...?” liz asked, peeking her head out from beneath the pillow.

the other two watched you intently, waiting for your response and you laughed.

“right now? no. i don’t know. all i know is we talked, fell asleep on the beach, and it was nice. that’s all.” you said. “i missed talking to him.”

“so what happens now?” cora asked you.

“i’m not sure. but i feel a lot better about whatever does happen now.” you say confidently.

with that final statement, your friends drop the subject. you didn’t want to think to much about this anymore. last night was great but you were determined to make the most of the last two days of this beach trip.

the marco situation would have to wait.

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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i dreamt of you all sumer long;

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 2,607

Warning: angst with a happy ending :)

Summary: based on the song ‘betty’ by taylor swift except bucky ain’t no cheater.

a/n: i dedicate this one to all my fellow swifties. betty was an instant favourite as soon as i first heard it when folklore came out. it has been begging for me to write a fanfic inspired by it and now it’s finally out and i’m really happy about it. hope you like it. please leave a comment & like :)

He stood on the doorstep of your house, with a bouquet of pink roses in his hands and a hood over his head. A little tipsy and full of sorry. “You can always turn around," the voice in his head whispered just a few minutes ago when he stopped at a streetlight illuminating his path to the street he had passed a million times before.

But now that he was standing in your front porch light of this cozy little house he had grown to know as if it was his second home before the avalanche this summer was, the feeling was finally sinking in.

“Have you seen Bucky?”

“No, I thought he was with you.”

“Well, he was but then Steve asked me to dance and he just… disappeared.”

“Maybe he went to the bathroom?”

“Yeah, I’ll just try to call him again. Thanks, Nat.”

You searched for him in the halls and within the classrooms but there was no sign of him. You knew that Bucky hated the crowds and he always tried to avoid them. But Bucky knew how much this dance meant to you and how long you had been looking forward to this night. You put on your best dress and makeup for him tonight and you wanted to sway to your favourite song with him. He promised that he would try to make this night an incredible one for you. He seemed to have forgotten that promise because he wasn’t even answering your calls or texts to let you know where he was hiding.

You went to the boys’ locker room and what you saw was a bullet right in the centre of your heart. Bucky had his lips on a classmate of yours’ with his back pressed against the locker.

“Bucky…?”

He drew this moment out in his head after weeks of yearning for the way your lips tasted when you used to kiss in his car and downtown bars. And the pattern of your braids that adorned the view of you under the sunset, and the star-shaped traces of his fingers around your scars.

The only thing he wanted to do was make it up to you.

Bucky was a deer caught in headlights when he heard your meek voice calling out his name. He was too stunned by the act she had just caught him off guard with. He was on his way to somewhere less congested to calm himself down because the crowds always evoked the anxiety in him and Steve had asked her to dance when her favourite song was playing from the far side of the gym when he heard the sound of cries from the locker room. He couldn’t help but approach the sound, he really should’ve kept walking instead of interfering. He saw her sitting on the bench in her dress with a tissue in her hand and sobbed.

“Hey, you okay?”

“James… What are you doing here?” She looked up with her swollen eyes.

“I was on my way to the library but I heard someone was crying so I had to check it out.” He scratched the back of his head. “Maybe I should’ve given you some space instead…”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you, James.” She smiled. “Wanna sit?”

“…Yeah, sure.” He doubtfully accepted the offer. “What happened?”

“Kevin broke up with me over the phone while I was on my way to the dance and he came with Cecilia.”

“Jeez, what a dickhead.”

“Yeah, I knew he and Cecil had been fooling around behind my back for months but he always told me that I was being crazy and that I have to trust him more, and I always believed him until tonight he showed me what a jackass he actually is.”

“Hey, he doesn’t deserve you. You should be with someone who loves you and treats you better.” Bucky was never one to give good advice or comfort to his friends but his mama raised him to be a gentleman and to treat a girl like a queen. She always reminded him that if he ever broke a girl’s heart, she would beat his ass.

She smiled, “thanks, James. You’re really sweet.”

He nodded, “well, I should go. Y/N might be looking for me.”

“…Right, you are with Y/N.” For a moment there, she forgot that he and you were the school’s favourite couple.

“Yeah, so, you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me.”

He got up and started walking toward the exit when he heard her call his name. “James…”

He turned around to see her on her feet already when she threw herself into him and startled him by pressing her lips onto his and pushed him onto the locker as it rattled with the pressure of his body against it. He was too dumbfounded to get her off of him when he heard your voice, “Bucky…?”

He could hear the music emanating from within the house as another of his classmate passed by, bumping his shoulder to get through the entrance. Another one of your stupid friends, he used to say, and you used to chide at him for that. But now he felt like he was the biggest idiot. "You got this, don't be a fucking coward." He braced himself.

So he showed up uninvited and his eyes scanned every corner of the room, seeking for that one face that haunted his dreams all summer long. Will you have me? will you love me? Will you kiss me? The lingering questions loomed over his head like a heavy cloud. What if you told him to go fuck myself instead? If you kissed me, will it patch you broken wings? He was only seventeen, he didn’t know anything but he knew that he missed you.

You greeted each one of your friends who came to your birthday party. You were grateful for another year and your friends whom you consider your second family. You were the type of person who was friends with everyone even though you only considered Natasha as and Wanda as your best friends, your most trusted confidants, they were the ones who stitched you back together after you caught Bucky cheating… Or at least that’s what you thought.

So you invented the whole school to your party and almost everyone came. The jocks, the popular girls, the nerds, even some of your seniors were there too. Your house was packed with high school kids dancing, drinking and laughing… But there was something missing.

He should’ve been there with you. He should’ve been the one standing right beside you when your schoolmates were singing happy birthday to you. He should’ve been there to kiss you and hold you after the party was over and everyone had gone home. But he wasn’t. Because you thought you knew someone and you thought someone loved you but sometimes you’re just enough for them and they would go looking for excitement in somewhere else.

“Y/N! Wait a minute, would you listen to me?!”

“I’ve heard enough. Most importantly… I’ve seen enough.”

“No, you don’t understand, she kissed me! She was crying and, and, I was trying to comfort her and we talked and the next thing I knew she kissed me!” He frantically explained through his ragged breaths.

“But did you stop her?”

He was silent. What the hell was he supposed to say? He couldn’t stop her because he didn’t have it in him to reject a vulnerable woman? That’s how his mama raised him right? To treat every girl with respect and to take care of a girl especially when she’s emotional. Why is being seventeen so confusing?

“I was… I was trying to but-”

“I’ve heard enough of your bullshit, James.” Oh no, you called his first name. Oh man, he had truly fucked up.

“I- I would never cheat on you, y/n! You really think I could do such a thing to you?”

“Not anymore.” You glared at him with all conviction in your heart and your classmates gathered around to watch the quarrel as your heart was bisecting.

“Well, I guess then this is it.” He didn’t mean it. He wished he had fought a little harder for you. To make you stay and hearken. But he gave up too easily. He has always been a lover than a fighter after all, but how he wished he had turned himself into the other one at that moment.

You chatted with Natasha and Wanda in your living room and you giggled at another witty joke Natasha had just said. Natasha and Wanda always had a way of making you giggle even when your mood was contrasting the expressions on your face. The conversation faded into the background as your mind drifted to Bucky’s face. And that’s when you saw him…

Bucky’s breath hitched when he saw you for the first time after all these weeks. He swore he had prepared every word he was going to say to you and how he was going to act when- if You agreed to talk to him. But it was always easier said than done.

He couldn’t decipher the look on your face when your eyes met. Was it longing? Was it contempt? Was it disbelief? You were always difficult to read. God, he wished he was a mind reader sometimes.

Kids started murmuring things from one another because the entire school loved you and Bucky and everyone started talking when you two ended things and that he was caught ‘cheating.’ And now everyone’s jaws dropped when they thought you and Bucky were truly over and that he was the last person that would be invited to your party.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and if the earth could open up and swallow him so he wouldn’t have to deal with his annoying schoolmates and your fury, that wouldn’t be the worst scenario right now. But he was here and he might’ve had been a fool and a recreant once but he was going to fix it now. He can’t keep running away when things get the slightest bit inconvenient.

So he dragged his feet towards you with the bouquet of flowers still in his hands and once he was close enough to you, he sheepishly spoke, “hi.”

“You’ve got some balls to show up here.” You gritted through your teeth.

He gulped, “I wanted to talk… And to wish you, happy birthday.” He handed you the flowers and also a piece of his heart, hoping that you would take him back.

You accepted it. They were lovely but could a bouquet of flowers really mend the wounds he had inflicted? “What do you want, Bucky?”

“Just a few minutes to explain… everything. After this, if you never wanna see me or talk to me ever again, I’ll leave you alone.”

Was it really what you wanted? Curse your heart for always knowing better. But your stubborn head always had its hands on the wheel, so, forever can spare a minute… right? “Okay, let’s talk in the garden.”

Your garden, the place where you and Bucky used to make out when your parents weren’t home and laid under the broad daylight. Was it wise to lead him here? You shushed the whispers of your heart. Memories came swirling through like a hurricane, banging on your door, begging for you to open up and let him back in.

“Go ahead.”

“Okay, I’m just gonna make this quick but um…” He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. Something he always did when he was nervous or didn’t know what to say. He looked down and spoke, “y/n, I am so sorry for what I did to you at the dance. I know I should’ve- God I should’ve stopped her and should’ve stayed with you. I should’ve kept my promise to try harder for you but I didn’t. And I know I’m a fucking idiot but… I’ve missed you. So badly. And I wish I could turn back the time and fixed it but all I can do now is apologize.” Your tears were threatening to fall at the sincerity of his words. You never wanted this. You wished Bucky had known better but to love is to lose your mind and you were at fault for this mess too.

“I understand if you don’t wanna see me around or deal with me again, I came here knowing you’d never take me back because you told me once that cheating was your dealbreaker and what I did was just as shitty but, if this is the last time you’ll ever talk to me, I had to get it out of my chest. That’s all.” He sighed, the gloom in his heart wasn’t withering away but at least the weight in his heard was lighter now that he had come clean. “I’m gonna go now, you should go back to your friends, they are waiting.” He inched his face closer to you to kiss you on the cheek and you were too mesmerized by the blue in his eyes to shun away.

“Goodbye, y/n. And once again, happy birthday.” He turned around to leave, going for the exit door of your garden so he didn’t have to walk past through the crowds and deal with prying questions about their… whatever they are now or what truly happened at the dance. He had made peace with you and that’s all that mattered to him.

He was a few steps away from her when he heard her voice calling his name, “Bucky, wait…”

He stopped and turned to your direction only to catch you narrowing the gap and jumped on him. He was quick to catch her as they used to after a few days of not seeing each other and they both had missed each other terribly. She pressed her lips on top of his and circled her arms around his neck to hold onto him. Because who was she kidding? She had missed him so badly too. She dreamt of him calling her to apologize or to show up at her party but never once did she admit it. And now, her heart was back in her arms and she didn’t want to let him go ever again.

Their kiss with filled of longing as their lips moved like a perfect symphony. One of his hands moved to her face to hold her even closer because everything he desired was coming true and he was desperate to make it stay a reality. Your hands grabbed his hair as your tongues tangled, dancing in sync. You pulled away when the need for air was overwhelming, “I forgive you.” You smiled as your foreheads were pressed together.

He too smiled at that, “does this mean you will take me back?”

You nodded, “it does.” Bucky grinned wider, the bliss in his face was palpable. Oh, how good it felt to see him smile again. Bucky could say the same.

He kissed you once more with his hand cupping your cheek and when he pulled away, he gazed into your beautiful eyes and confessed, “I love you. So much. I never stopped loving you.”

“I love you too.” You meant it with every bit of your heart.

He put you on the ground and you were still intertwined with each other, too in love and too elated to pay attention to the curious peeks and snooping ears. “Let’s go back inside, yeah? It’s cold here. And you should be there with me.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be anyway.”

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wreckofawriter · 3 years

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Colorful Fish

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: a bit angst, deals with religious trauma and abortions

A/n: Ok so I strated this a while ago when @coffee--writes gave me a song to write a fic about, the song hinted at helping a girl who had very religious parents andgot pregnant so here is this fic.

Important notice: This deals with religious trauma and some hard-core Catholic beliefs, if that makes you uncomfortable don't read it. Also if you are anti-choice first get tf off my blog, second this deals with abortion it will probably make you uncomfy

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Pain was something everyone lived with. It was scrapes on your knees and cuts in your fingers. It was priced for ears and breakups. Pain kept us alive, it kept us breathing. It told us to eat, to not touch this, or be careful around that.

That's why the numbness was so terrifying.

You wanted to cry but the just tears wouldn't come so your eyes were dry, lids heavy. You didn't feel the ache in your back from the position you had pulled yourself into, the hard tile of the bathroom wall going unnoticed.

You felt like you had been thrust into some sort of thick fog. Your movements were slow and heavy, the rising and falling of your chest happening in half speed.

Your fingers shook as you fumbled with your phone, you typed in your password twice, both times your phone vibrated telling you to try again. You dropped it to the floor where it landed too loudly.

Suddenly you felt sick again, your stomach churning, throwing a fit as you pushed yourself forward, one hand gathering your hair to keep it from your face as the other clutched the cool porcine of the toilet.

You vomited twice, heaving for breaths before letting your head fall back to the wall again.

You stretched to reach the handle flushing the tainted water. You tried your phone again finally opening it on the fourth try and found the desired contact at the top of your recents. You pressed call holding the device to your ear.

A gravelly voice picked up on the third ring.

"Princess do you have any idea what time it is?" Sirius asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his spare hand.

You tried to speak your head feeling far away.

Sirius paused another moment, "Baby are you okay?"

"I'm pregnant." your voice was hollow.

The line dropped, nothing but silence responding.

Sirius felt his heart fall into his stomach "I'm sorry, what?"

You sighed, your mouth still thick with bile, "I'm pregnant." you repeated.

It was quiet for a while, the small sounds of Sirius's breaths the only thing telling you he hadn't hung up.

"Well what do you want to do?" he finally asked, bewilderment stinging his tone.

You paused squeezing your eyes shut, teeth gritted, "I don't fucking know." you finally responded, "I just threw up like four times and I'm exhausted. All I want to do right now is sleep."

"Then do that." Sirius replied, "Do you want me to come over?"

You shook your head, "No, my mom already hates you enough she would throw a fit if she found you in my bed."

Sirius licked his lips hand running through his hair "Okay, I'll talk to you in a few hours. Sleep well."

"Bye Siri," you mumbled.

"I love you princess."

"Love you too."

He was gone with a click.

You pulled yourself to your feet by the edge of your sink, pushed open the door slowly, and padded to your bedroom. You fell asleep only minutes after your head hit the pillow.

You had never had too much of a problem growing up Catholic. The sure church was boring and prayers could be a pain but it hadn't had that much of an effect on your life until you grew older.

Your first boyfriend had shown you the ugly colors your mother painted your religion with.

At fifteen you were sat down and told you would be going to hell if you did anything more than kiss the young boy you were with.

At sixteen you were told not to be friends with that girl because she was a queer and not that boy because he never went to church.

By seventeen you lived in fear of your mother and her God. Your respect for both deteriorating as you realized that God wasn’t nearly as kind as everyone else seemed to believe he was. Crosses started to look like knives as you struggled to figure out what the hell you were supposed to be.

When you met Sirius- a long-haired pagan with a pentagram tattooed on his ankle everything changed. He made things easy, he told you to believe what you wanted to, not what you were told. So you did.

But that didn’t change the whispers of your neighbors and the hatred in your mother’s eyes when Sirius picked you up.

Your mother had begged you to break things off with Sirius more times than you could count on one hand. It was one of the few things you didn’t let her convince you to do. Her words were sweet but the aftertaste was always bitter.

So instead she ignored his existence, pretending you were single as she shoved your neighbor’s son's down your throat. You learned to live with it just as she learned to turn a blind eye to the roar of your boyfriend’s motorcycle.

Out of all the ways you expected to wake a shrill scream was not one. Your heart launched and you popped upwards just as your mother slammed your door open. Its knob hit your wall so hard she would find chipped paint behind it later that night.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” You asked in a mild panic half expecting Micheal Myers to come crashing in after her.

But no one followed and instead, she stared at you in a way you had never seen before, her eyes narrowed her mouth in a tight scowl that reminded you of cracked leather, “You little slut.” she hissed.

Your eyes widened, “Mom?”

“You whore!” She shrieked and you flinched, knees coming to your chest, “I always knew you would embarrass our family like this.”

Your vision blurred, “What are you talking about?”

The pregnancy test hit you in the cheek hard enough to sting and your stomach churned.

“Get out.” your mother snarled.

“Mom, I swear I never meant for you to find out.” You whimpered.

She stiffened, “So you were just gonna kill the baby then?”

You weren’t sure how to respond.

“I will not have any sluts in my house let alone murders.” She heaved, “Call your satanist boyfriend and get out of my house.” With that, she turned on her heels and slammed your door shut behind her.

Sirius woke to the sound of his phone ringing again, he groaned, his eyes opening slowly as he tried to process the bright world around him. His phone was on its last ring when he finally picked up.

“Hey y/n/n what's-” He stopped as a broken sob met him.

You spoke no actual words, only nonsense cut by sniffles and whimpers.

Sirius was shocked awake already out of bed, phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder. “Baby, I need you to calm down.” He spoke slowly, “What’s going on, where are you?”

“I-I,” another sob, “She kicked me out Siri.” you cried.

“What? Who? Your mom?” He asked, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on.

You nodded only realizing he couldn’t hear you a couple of seconds after, “Yeah, She-” You hiccuped, “She found the pregnancy test a-and,” You broke into sobs again.

Sirius stopped in his tracks. Right. You’re pregnant, “I'll be there in ten minutes okay?”

You nodded again, “Okay.”

“Do you want me to stay on the line?” Sirius asked as he attempted to put jeans on with one hand.

“No, it's not safe to dive on the phone.” You croaked, “I gotta pack anyway.”

“Okay, I love you y/n.”

“Love you too.”

The line clicked and Sirius swore throwing his phone onto his unmade bed just go pick it up again and call Remus.

His friend picked up after two rings, “Jeez Sirius did someone die? You’re never up this early.”

Sirius wished he found that funny, “Y/n’s pregnant.”

Silence greeted him back, “You’re kidding.”

“I really wish I was,” He sighed, “Her bitch mother found out and kicked her out too.”

A pause, “Oh shit.”

“Yeah. Look I’ve gotta go pick her up but I’m gonna call you back later okay?”

”Got it.”

When the tears finally died the numbness came back like the effects of some sort of drug. You packed in silence shoving everything you could fit into a backpack you had from a trip you took in the 10th grade and a duffle bag, which still smelled like your field hockey socks.

The doorbell didn’t even ring, instead, you heard a shriek followed by heavy footsteps. Sirius entered your room and slammed your door on your mother who was chasing him down the hall.

Neither of you spoke as he drew you into a hug, your chin on his shoulder watching the door which never opened.

“You packed?” He asked and you nodded gesturing at the bags on your bed.

As you exited your room your mother just glared at you. You hung your head, tears landing on your sneakers.

Sirius felt his anger grow hot, it was never easy to tame and it roared loud in his ears. He stopped just inside the house watching as you descend the porch before turning to your mother who stared at him from the living room.

He scowled at her sneer, “Go fuck yourself, you bitch.” he spat, middle finger in the air.

You pretend nothing happened as you climbed onto his motorcycle tightening your backpack straps and whipping your tears.

You found yourself over Sirius’s toilet vomiting as you sobbed. He could do nothing but hold your hair away from your face and rub circles on your back, his own vision clouded by tears. You passed out not but twenty minutes later, crying yourself to sleep on his chest. After about an hour of watching you sleep, Sirius heard a knock on the door. He got up carefully, you didn’t even stir.

He opened the door to see Remus, his hands shoved into the pockets of his denim jacket. Sirius welcomed him in and he sat at the coffee table as Sirius got them each a beer.

“Is y/n here?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, she’s sleeping,” Sirius responded.

Remus nodded, taking note of the red tinge around his friend’s eyes, “Do you guys have any idea what you’re going to do?”

Sirius shook his head, “We haven’t even talked about it yet, when she got here she started throwing up and then passed out.”

Remus waited a moment, “Do you want to keep it?”

Sirius wasn’t surprised by the question, he had been asking himself the same for hours now, “I don’t fucking know, I mean, we’re nineteen, we haven’t even talked about marriage yet, let alone kids.” His thoughts swirled, “And I haven’t even spoken to my parents since I was sixteen and now her mom practically disowned her I mean,” He sighed, “I just don’t know.”

“Whatever you guys decide you know James, Lily, and I will be here for you,” Remus said patting Sirius on the shoulder.

He nodded, “I just can’t believe her mother kicked her out. I mean she’s her only daughter ya know and I just- I knew they hated me but I never thought she would do this to her.”

“Parents do terrible things Pads, you should know that.” Remus sighed.

“Yeah, but you should have seen the way her mother looked at her. It was like she had committed some unforgivable crime or something, it was like she actually hated her.”

“It’s cuz she does.” You murmured dully from the hallway.

Sirius froze and Remus shifted uncomfortably.

You gave them both a battered smile, “It’s fine, it’s not like I don’t know.”

“Y/n I-,”

“Really, it’s fine Sirius.” You said taking a seat beside him, “I’m over it.” That was a blatant lie.

The three of you talked about meaningless things for a while, the distraction feeling like a breath of fresh air amongst the garbage you had been shoved into. You ordered Chinese takeout offering for Remus to stay for dinner but he explained he had classes in the morning and should probably be studying.

The easy atmosphere only lasted for a bit after he left and by the time dinner had arrived you felt like crying again.

Finally, Sirius brought it up, “So what do you want to do?” he spoke solemnly.

You paused a shuddering sigh leaving your lips, “We can’t have a kid Sirius.”

“If you wanted to we could make it work.” Sirius countered.

“We can’t have one Siri.” You repeated.

“Listen y/n I could make it work, I would propose and-”

You scoffed.

Sirius furrowed his brows, “What?”

“Nothing.”

Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t slept even 5 hours the night before or maybe it was because he was stressed but for some reason that hurt, his thoughts spiraling, “You wouldn’t marry me?”

You looked confused, “What? I never said that.”

“You don’t have to.” He glared at you.

“What are you talking about Sirius?” You asked.

“I’m talking about the idea of me proposing to you being so laughable.” He snapped.

Your face contorted in anger, “First of all I didn’t laugh at you, second it’s ridiculous because we are NINETEEN!”

More hurt, his thoughts went darker, “So you are admitting you wouldn’t marry me?”

“Right now I wouldn’t.” you respond.

Your words stung, “Why not?”

“I just told you!” You yelled, “We’re too young!”

Sirius paused, you were right, you were too young, “You’re right I’m sorry.” he sighed, “I’m just kind of tired right now.”

“I know Siri,” You mumbled, “I am too.”

Silence fell as you both found yourself trying to pull together a piece of your sanity. The clock ticked and the wind shuddered the windows in their frames.

“I don’t want a kid Sirius.” You sighed, “I know you don’t either.”

He didn’t protest, you were right yet again.

“I’m going to go to the clinic tomorrow.” You spoke, “It’s definitely the best option.”

“What about your mom.” Sirius asked, “You know she would never forgive you.”

There was another moment of quiet, “I think I’m okay with that.” you spoke and you were telling the truth.

A strange sense of relief filled you as you sat in the clinic's parking lot, you were finally putting this behind you, your life could go somewhat back to normal. Except for the fact that you were going back to your house in two days when you knew your mom was gone to clean out your room of course. It felt good to be out of that house, the eggshells you were so used to walking on being replaced by Sirius hardwood floors and patterned rugs. Something about all of this felt right, like you had taken that leap and instead of hitting the harsh rock you expected, you hit warm water filled with colorful fish.

Your mother didn’t try to contact you for years, sometimes you forget she even existed. You kept yourself busy, finally deciding on a major for college and helping Lily and James with a wedding and then a child.

Living with Sirius was like a dream, sometimes when you got up early you would just watch him sleep, his hair always hanging in front of his eyes as he took slowed, heavy breaths. You taught him how to properly cook food, something he had been incapable of doing for far too long. You were truly happy for the first time in a while.

When you were twenty-two Sirius got on one knee and you could not have said yes faster. You were ready then.

Three weeks before the wedding you got a call from your mother. You damn near dropped the phone when you heard her voice. Part of you expected an apology the other part knew she was far too stubborn. And she was, you didn’t even listen to her lecture on how you were marrying a nobody, instead, you hung up and blocked the number.

You had the wedding in late spring, just before the flowers began to wilt and turn to leaves, Remus got himself ordained and you sealed it all with a kiss under a cherry tree. You and Sirius were okay with having no relatives at your wedding because while no blood of yours was in the audience your true family was and that was all that mattered.

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notmymainblog · 3 years

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A Sirius Black x reader angst where he's always flirting with other girls and one day she's had enough and breaks up with him. its only then that he realises how much he loves and needs her, but she doesn't want him anymore. angst ending for sirius, but maybe reader could have a new good relationship or something?

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Ok, so this is good but also like horrible. Like if I weren’t me, I would cringe at this (i honestly still kinda do). I’ve had a tough time writing at all but a harder time writing Sirius because an angry blow torch and hand mannequin boy are stuck rent-free in my mind. So I um...mixed fandoms I CAN'T HELP IT OK this is what you get for giving me creative freedom ig 🙄 , But I will get through the requests.

And at your request i will also rewrite this if you want LMAO

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Download obvi. Click the icon (upper right by the search bar) in the first box to enter your name. If you did it correctly y/n should read as your actual name. Under that it will say something along the lines of “need to change something other than y/n?” there you can change anything you want.y/h/c and y/h don't work together so please enter y/ho if you're inputting your Hogwarts house

TW: Oh baby, get ready, kidnapping, semi-forced sex (coercion?) asshole Sirius, self-harm? Like scratching? Stupid fic that sucks, yandere Sirius which, yes, deserves a warning and a big one at that. Death threats, lol. Me simping for a psycho who desperately needs Chapstick.

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It wasn't anything new. Not at all. It shouldn't be normal like this. But it was. Everyone wanted Sirius. Everyone. You often asked yourself why he chose you, but you had never come up with an answer, and neither had he. Sirius always laughed it off. Made a dumb joke. It was pointless.

Almost everything was pointless with Sirius. Making plans, sitting together, being partners in class, and it was incredibly pointless to try and object to sex.

It was always “oh, but y/n I need you so bad baby. Look at how hard I am. Just for you. So hard it fucking hurts. Oh y/n please, ”

So you always gave in. Before you were dating, every sexual exploit Sirius had was public knowledge. But he never told anyone about you. Most of the school didn't even know you were dating.

It was normal for Sirius to wink at a girl, put a hand on her thigh, compliment her before tucking her hair behind her ear, “I'm just joking y/n. I'm not fucking them. Don't be so dramatic.”

“You're not dramatic y/n, ” is what literally anyone else would say if you told them about it. But you didn't. Hell, not even the pillow you cried into knew why.

You had decided enough was enough.

“Sirius, we need to talk, love, ” you said as he tried to pull your shirt off.

He smirked “ooohh, I get it. You want to hear how fucking hard I am for you, how pretty you sound moaning my name?” he chuckled.

“N-no, I want to talk about something else, ” you whispered

“What? Do you have a piss kink or something?” he asked.

“No, Sirius, not everything is about sex!” you said, much louder than you intended to.

He nodded, “so it's your period, huh? It's ok, you can still blow me, ” he shrugged.

“No! It's about you being all over the other girls. All. The. Damn. Time. Every time I see you, a girl is hanging on your shoulder.” you said.

“Oh my god, y/n, you are the most dramatic woman I've ever met. Have you never had a friendly conversation before?” he scoffed.

“I've had plenty of conversations with other boys, and I didn't have my hand on their thigh the entire conversation,” you said.

“God, just calm down; why are you so emotional?” he sighed.

“why aren't you so emotional. Why aren't you worried that you made me sad? Do you even care?” you sniffled.

“Of course I care, but hon, we need to move past this. It's stupid, and I haven't really done anything wrong. It's fine, ” Sirius smiled, pulling at the waistband of your pants.

“Get off me, ” you groaned, pushing him away by his head.

“Ow ow ow y/n the hair! That hurts!” he whined.

You gave it an extra tug before storming into your dorm.

By the end of the night, your pillow was wet with tears and sticky with snot. You threw the cover off of it before washing your face. The cold water felt heavenly against your watery, itchy eyes and irritated nose. A couple of shaky deep breaths stilled your cries as you fell into the sweet release of sleep.

However, the morning was hell. The whispers and laughter were horrible. The sympathetic looks were even worse.

‘I don't need to be coddled; I'm not made of glass.’ you huffed to yourself.

You sat down at the y/ho table and began to eat. You felt a hot presence next to you.

“Hello, Dabi, ” you said dully.

“Hey princess, finally ditched dog breath, I see, ” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, why do you care?” you asked, stabbing your pancake aggressively.

“Because I take broken girls and manipulate them into doing whatever I want over a week because I'm so good at gaslighting. Got that from my dad, ” he winks.

Your brain loaded for a second, “excuse me, you what?”

“You heard me, sugar. But we both know you're much too smart and much too pretty for it,” Dabi said, leaning in.

“This is literally part of gaslighting Dabi, ” you laughed.

“Shut up, or it won't work, ” he whispered.

“Ah, alright, I'm so flattered that I'm special and your feelings are real, ” you said in a robotic voice.

“Ha!” he laughed, “you're not bad y/n we should be friends, ” he said.

You nodded, smiling, “alright.” making friends had always been hard for you so to have this opportunity fall in your lap was a blessing.

“Um, but my other friend is-” he started.

“Weird?” you interrupted.

“Um yeah, you could say that. Not to Tomura's face, but you could say that” he smiled

(and that ^^ is what happens when you forget to turn the writer's block sub back on)

A couple of days passed. Tomura kept to himself mostly. Calling him and Dabi friends was a stretch; they were enemies who enjoyed each other's company was the best way to describe it.

However, when Tomura did come around for the first time, he was obviously anxious, taking off his gloves and scratching his neck more than usual, leaving red marks.

(we need to have soft Tomura moments, but cannonly he would be a Slytherin and act the part, but I just need more of him being baby)

At one point, you simply yanked his hand away from his neck (by his arm, obviously). He stared at you, and for a second, you thought you were done for.

But his look turned to one of adoration, and he hasn't left you alone since. No one had done anything like that for him, which was... Surprising since it was literally the bare minimum. Nevertheless, he followed you around like a lost puppy dog.

He ate with you, read with you, partnered up with you (leaving a very annoyed Dabi to fend for himself). You could've easily discouraged him by ignoring him, but you felt bad for him. If you were honest, it felt good for someone to finally need you. And he really was a sweet boy. He just needed someone to talk to.

And not in a hurl-playful-insults type of way. He would talk to you about his hobbies, his favorite muggle games, everything. It made your heart warm. He kept his gloves on a lot more which made teachers and students alike sigh in relief.

Usually, he'd leave at least one hand free as a sort of “ill disintegrate your ass if you piss me off” way. But he wanted to be careful around you.

“y/n?” he said, sitting beside you.

“Yes, Tomura?” you smiled, closing your book. You learned quickly that if you weren't giving him your undivided attention, he would get discouraged and moody.

“There's a dance on Friday, ” he said, looking at you.

You really didn't understand where this was going. Sirius has never asked you to dance. He just got ready and dragged you with him until he found another girl to dance with.

You nodded, “yeah are you taking someone?”

“N-no, but I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?” he asked timidly.

“Id love to, anything for you, my friend ” you smiled.

It was rare that someone gave him something he wanted without the threat of instant death. Even if it was just as friends, he was thrilled.

“And I, ” Dabi interrupted, “ want both of you to hang out with me. Because everyone else is “scared ill light them on fire”? What bullshit, ” he muttered.

“You would, Mr. anger issues. They have a good reason to be sacred. Most of us don't want to be toasted like a marshmallow, ” Tomura shot back, beginning to engage in their usual banter.

And so the night ended with laughter, but for Sirius, things hadn't been as fun.

“You miss her! Admit it!” James cried.

Sirius punched the wall, “yes! Yes, I fucking do, James! Ok! I get it! But her new “friends” will literally cremate me if I get close to her! And one of them is basically obsessed with her.” he huffed, “such a creep, ”

Remus grabbed Sirius by the shoulders, “I'm a nice guy, but Sirius, you did this to yourself. Even after she told you about how she felt you made...you made...” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I still can't believe you made a fucking period joke!”

“Jeez, Rem, it wasn't a joke, ” he said.

“Sirius, ” James said, “that's even worse,”

“Even James knows what he's doing, Sirius!” Remus cried, “ladies-man, my ass, you don't know what you're doing!”

“Girls like assholes, ” he shrugged. “I was born for this, ”

“At least he's self-aware, ” Remus muttered

“If she liked assholes like you, Sirius, she’d be fucking Dabi right now, ” James said.

“Make it up to her, ” Remus said, pushing him out of the room, “like right now!”

Sirius muttered something about a ‘burnt piece of toast looking man’ before sulking down the stairs.

He dragged his feet to the y/ho common room. The girls were like mosquitoes; they were bearable at first, but now they were really fucking annoying.

Sirius let out an audible sigh when he saw you weren't there, alerting everyone of his presence. And so the mosquitoes swarmed him again.

“Oh my god, get off, ” he finally groaned, pushing away from the group of pouting girls.

He dragged his feet up the stairs to your dorm, peeking in to make sure your personal blow torch wasn't there. What he did see pissed him off. More than anything ever had.

There you were with Shigaraki dabbing lotion on the scratches and taking care of him. He should be the only one you took care of. Him and only him. Hell, he would kill the wrinkly bastard if he had to. Take him away so you would only fall for him. Only him. He'd get rid of Dabi too. It didn't fucking matter to him.

The only thing that stopped him was the realization that, in a way, he sounded just like his parents—mindless killing. He swallowed his pride and knocked on the door.

“What's up, you fiery bastard?” you called to who you assume was Dabi.

“A fiery what?” Sirius called back.

You tensed, and Tomura placed a gloved hand on yours, squeezing softly.

“Come in, ” you said glumly.

“Hey, um, I just came in here to apologize and see if you wanted to go to that dance with me?” he asked.

Tomura reached a hand to his neck, but before he could start, you grabbed his arm again.

“Hey, what did we talk about? No scratching. I don't want you hurting yourself, Tomu, ” you said quietly.

The nickname hit him like a truck; he loved it. He loved it more than anything on earth. He loved you more than anything on earth- no, more than anything in any galaxy.

“Sirius, I’m already taking someone to the dance. And they're a lot nicer than you. So, kindly, fuck off.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth almost dropped open, “who?” he said.

“None of your business, ” you scowled.

“They'll never love you the way I did, sweetie. You know that. I'm the only one who could really love you.” he cooed.

Tomura was filled with rage, but he clenched his hand at his side instead of scratching. He didn't want to disappoint you.

“Y-you love me?” you whisper.

“Of course I do baby, I love my girl more than anything on earth, ” he smiled, but it never reached his eyes.

“Whos gonna love you better than I can, huh?” he asked, “nobody, that's who, ”

His lips moved of his own accord, “You're wrong, ” Tomura said.

“Oh yeah?” he growled, “who? Blow torch boy?”

“No, ” he said, standing up and taking a breath, “me, ”

Sirius just looked at him and laughed, “please, you'll fucking kill her. Literally. What will she do with gloved hands? They can't touch you like mine do, baby, ”

That snapped you right out of your trance, “oops, I must have forgotten that you're missing a brain, Black. You only think with your dick, which, by the way, isn't even that great.”

“And for your information, as long as he has one finger covered, he can touch me, ” you huffed, standing up as well.

This was it, the moment Shigaraki had waited for; it should have been more romantic and without your ex, but still, this was it. Someone cleared their throat from behind Sirius.

“You're blocking the door, dog breath. Get out of the way or say goodbye to your eyebrows, ” Dabi said.

He moved reluctantly, and Dabi flopped down on your bed.

“If you're gonna take this asshole back, you should gimme a chance. I bet I fuck better than him, ” he smirked.

“We’ll talk later without these assholes—astronomy tower. 3:00 am,” Sirius mumbled before shutting the door.

You wrapped your arms around Tomura, rubbing his back.

“I'm not going. Don't worry, ” you said, knowing how anxious Tomura was.

He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“Wait, wait, wait a fucking minute. Did I miss a season? Can I have a fucking recap?” Dabi groaned.

And so, you talked late into the night with an arm around Tomura and a very angry Dabi who was sent into the bathroom to take a cold shower after almost burning your bed.

Sirius waited for over an hour for you at the tower. He stomped on the roses, pulling off each petal before throwing them off the tower.

“Those assholes, ” he growled, breathing heavily, “I'll kill them. I'll fucking kill them both of them, ” he rambles for a good thirty minutes before stomping down the stairs.

He slammed the door to his dorm open.

“She didn't fucking show that fucking asshole stole her from me, and I'm gonna kill them both of them and make her all mine, ” he rambled.

“Merlin Siri, calm down. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in Azkaban (😳), you'd better get ahold of yourself.” James yawned.

“For the love of god, go to fucking sleep, Sirius. She's not vanishing tomorrow.” Remus groaned.

“You're a genius!” Sirius shouted.

“Oh my god. Sirius, no. Bad dog. Don't kidnap girls you like... Or well are obsessed with. Love is a stretch, ” Remus said, going back to sleep.

But come morning, you were not, in fact, at breakfast.

Sirius almost vomited when he saw you with your arms around Tomura. Tomura Shigaraki, the perpetual thorn in his side. He carefully lifted you and carried you to a small closet no one but him even knew about before binding and gagging you. He thought it was so sweet. Waking up slowly, not knowing where you are.

When you're y/e/c eyes met his, your face contorted into disgust. It broke his heart to watch his brainwashed little girl so mad at him.

He stroked your cheek, “Oh baby girl, I hope you can clear your mind from all the silly things they told you. It would be lovely if it were before the dance, but... A two-day timeframe may not do the trick.” he tutted, placing a kiss on your nose.

You tried to squirm away but just backed yourself into a corner. Sirius muttered a silencing charm before removing the gag.

“Dabi is gonna burn you to bits, Sirius, ” you growled.

“Whatever makes you happy, my love, you are allowed to think. Even if you're oh so wrong. Even if I know they don't care for you the way I do, ” he cooed.

“Oh my god, Tomura is gonna flip, ” you said, “shit, I hope he's ok, I hope he doesn't think I just left him, ” tears brimmed your eyes.

“What if he hurts himself? Oh god, Sirius, please let me go, ” you pleaded.

“No can do, sweetheart, ” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you tried to turn away.

It felt like days, even though it was only a couple of hours. Sirius kept telling you that only he loved you. How a silly little girl like you could never survive without him. That no one else wanted you this way.

But finally, after dozens of prayers to whoever's listening, James and Remus opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” Sirius cried, “you'll ruin it! Everything I've worked for! You weren't even supposed to know where we were!”

“We have a fucking map, Sirius. This is so creepy. You're so creepy. Get out of here, man.” Said James as he pulled him out by his hair.

Remus made quick work of the knots before setting you free. After giving them both two quick hugs, you rushed to breakfast. Your eyes scanned the hall for light blue or spiky black hair. You found the latter first.

“Hey Dabi, where's Tomura, ” you asked.

“Wouldn't you like to know, ” he sneered over his coffee.

“Yes, I would like to fucking know flame boy, ” you said.

“How can you just leave in the middle of the night and demand to know where he is?” he said, slamming a fist on the table.

“Cause I was taken from my bed by a psycho and spent the last couple hours trapped in a closet!” you whisper shouted, showing him the rope marks.

“I'm gonna incinerate him; he's in your dorm still. Didn't wanna leave.” Dabi whispered.

The walk back to the y/ho dorms felt excruciatingly long. When you finally burst through the door, your heart broke. There was Tomura nearly shaking, crying softly with bleeding scratches on his neck.

You crouched in front of him, reaching up to touch his face before he grabbed your arm.

“You left, ” he whispered, “was it for him? Please just tell the truth,”

“I didn't want to Tomu, ” you said, “He took me, and I couldn't stop him. He put me in a closet, and the whole time, I was thinking about you nonstop. I was worried, and I missed you. I just wanted you. You make me feel so safe, darling,”

He pulled you into his chest by your arm; you never realized how strong he was. He made slow circles on your back with his finger.

“It's ok, ” he whispered, “it's ok, ” he too saw the marks from the rope on your wrist.

(how do I fucking end this. Do I kill off Sirius? AH, I know).

The days felt shorter with Dabi and Tomura by your side. Suddenly it was the day of the dance. You woke up to soft kisses on the back of your neck.

“Good morning, love, ” you said sleepily.

“Good morning to you too, y/n, ” he whispered.

The day went by quickly; the teachers gave up on teaching, and before you know it, you were slipping on your dress.

Your hands clenched into fists as you walked past Sirius, feeling his eyes on you. You were too scared to tell anyone. And who would they believe? The golden boy who was the purest kindest family member, or you?

You felt his eyes on you as a burnt and stapled arm wrapped around your shoulders. He pointed to a very nervous Tomura.

“Please, for the love of god y/n calm the man down, ” he said.

The closer you got, the more you blushed; he was amazing. He was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen. You stopped in your tracks as a girl stopped to talk to him.

This was it; it was the end; it was happening again. But instead, Tomura shook his head, and the girl walked away. You ran over to him (as fast as your shoes allowed) and wrapped your arms around his neck.

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck, “you're so amazing, ” you whispered

His arms wrapped around your waist, “I'm happy you think so, my dear, ” he smiled.

And you spent the night dancing as Sirius broke the glass he was holding in his hand. But he'd get you again someday, he knew it.

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This was long. This was pathetic. This was horrible. The was unrealistic. This was cringe-worthy. This was dramatic. I should probably make a side account. It all started with a playlist on my recommended and idk which mental illness caused this or if I'm just dramatic, but my brain immediately latched on to this burnt piece of toast, and after watching the show, this wrinkly psycho. It's been hard to write, period. But also hard to write Sirius, but I will power through, I promise.

#Sirius Black #Sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #sirius x you #sirius black angst #angst #sad?#mha #mixed fandom #Harry Potter #harry potter marauders #marauders era #this sucks so good

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mrsbarnes107 · 3 years

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Secret of the Widow

-part eight-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, *eventual* violence and smut, death, fluff, angst

Pairings: Bucky x OC

Disclaimer: this is posted to Wattpad as well and it WILL HAVE PLOT. I’m a Bucky hoe so there will be smut and romancy stuff but this is a series, so plot plot plot and slow burn.

*Bucky POV*

I've finally gotten away from Wilson and his incessant blabbering, and am now making my way to the training room to find Ali.

Ever since she got here, there's been this ache in the back of my mind. It feels a lot like the first time I saw Steve all those years ago. A dull tug, trying to pull something forward.

She knows me. Knows me well apparently. And I feel deep in this little dark corner of myself, that I know her too. She unsettles me immensely, the thought of her risking herself so wantonly with the Winter Soldier, knowing my past and darkness. It's horrible. But shes also comforting. A type of comfort I haven't felt in a long while.

She's a wild card still. Unpredictable. And yet she peaked my curiosity.

I still can't get her teary blue eyes out of my mind. I'm thankful I heard her sneak past my room the night before. Otherwise I never would have followed her to the lab. Never would have seen her pain and loss so openly. Her cries were heartbreaking, sobs wrenched from deep inside.

I understand what it's like to feel utterly alone and confused. And I wish I could take that feeling from her.

Taking a quick left I stop at the door of the training room, hearing music and the dull thud of knife hitting Kevlar.

God help me I can't get the image of her dancing so carefree in my hoodie out of my head either. Walking into the kitchen to that view, well fuck me back to the 40s. A beautiful woman dancing and singing, a home cooked meal on the stove, and a blade twirling between delicate fingers. She's going to give me whiplash. Or death.

This need to protect and cherish her conflicts with the instinct to be wary and set clear distance and it's worse than the cyclone at Coney Island.

I just know this isn't a good idea.

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*OC POV*

"You're letting go too soon Doll."

FUCKING BLOODY HELL I'm gonna kill this man.

I very much did NOT let out a tiny squeak for the second time today and launch ANOTHER knife straight at Buckys (admittedly handsome) stupid face.

Okay I did.

With a cocky flourish he catches it and give the blade a nice twirl. "See? Too soon. You're aim would be more accurate if you hold off a second or so before releasing. And the blade would slice through the air better. It's catching too much resistance from the angle."

"You have gotta stop sneaking up on me Sarge. Unlike yourself, I'm too young for heart failure."

Bucky sends me a scowl and scoops up the rest of the knives from the target then makes his way over.

"Sweetheart, I may have some years under my belt, but I'm a fully and exceptionally functioning man." I look down to see the tip of a knife gliding up my stomach and to my throat, pausing to move a lock of hair behind my ear.

Suddenly sweaty I clear my throat and swipe a knife from his metal hand. "I'll take your word for it Buckaroo. Now you wanna show me how exceptionally you can teach?"

At that he steps behind me, chest pressed against my back, hard muscle very much evident under his tight shirt. His hand gliding down my arm softly until he wraps his fingers around mine, now holding the knife together.

His (very beefy) leg presses between my thighs, allowing his foot to hook around mine and reposition my leg.

Hell in a handbasket its fucking hot in here. Jeez. My heart is going wild and I know for a fact Bucky can hear it.

His breath ghosts along my neck as he murmurs low against my ear.

"You're quick and underestimated because of your size. Use that more to your advantage and strike like a little viper. Fast and deadly."

He guides my hand as if drawing the knife from my thigh holster, making my hips shift back against his. As our arms make a slow, practiced arc Buckys metal hand squeezes my hip telling me when to release the knife.

With another light squeeze he steps back and nods for me to continue.

This man will undoubtedly be a distraction in the field if I don't get it together.

With a sigh I drop to a knee only to pounce back up in a spin while drawing the blade, letting it sail through the air in complete silence, slicing through it only to come to a halt with a smack that echoed through the room. In the blink of an eye it went from my fingertips to the mannequins skull a good twenty yards away.

He really didn't need an ego boost but damn if he isn't talented.

"Better. Now let's see how you do hand to hand."

I was suddenly back to the mat with a very heavy soldier pinning my body down, knife pressing into the hollow of my throat.

I let out a soft grunt as piercing blue eyes filled with concealed torment and a hint of playfulness met my own. "Well this brings back memories... for me at least."

Using his confused pause as an advantage, I run my foot along the inner seam of his sweatpants as the other slips from between his to hook around his thigh.

A startled grunt escapes open lips and the knife moves a fraction as his hold loosens. With considerable effort I had the hulking soldier underneath my straddling hips, knife now running up his chest, small cuts appearing along his shirt.

Large hands rest on my thighs, squeezing with every dip of the blade as it runs along the ridges of concealed muscle.

"Dirty move Doll."

With a small shrug his shirt gets cut open completely. "It can get dirtier Sarge."

I shift against his hips and his hands clamp down hard, keeping my legs in place, most definitely leaving Bucky shaped bruises.

"Are we ever gonna have that conversation you promised? Cause I feel like I'm missing some important pieces to our story."

"Huh, I thought this was a training session, not a slumber party." With another squirm against his crotch he lets out a low growl and I hop up, tossing the knife into the floor by his head. "Come and get me Barnes."

With that I took off down the hallway, thundering footsteps quickly catching up with mine. Damn super soldier speed.

As his arm wrapped around my waist I let out a giggle and ducked underneath it, landing a blow to his stomach. Which did little more than make him let out a grunt of air as I dropped to swipe his legs from beneath him.

With a roll Bucky jumped back up and caught my arm, spinning me against the wall.

His thigh pressed between mine as his metal hand locked my arms above my head, our chests heaving together despite the minimal effort of the chase.

The forgotten blade appeared in his other hand, the sharp tip trailing down my arm, dipping along the collarbone. Buckys head tilted as my heart beat went double time, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

With a smooth flick of his wrist a bead of blood trailed down my throat, stopping between the swells of my breast, Buckys eyes following the slow path returning to mine darkened and razor focused.

With a glimpse to the lip I trapped between my teeth he cocks his head with a suspicious glare. “Bringing back more memories Sweetheart?”

“I don’t know, is it Sarge?”

Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t get you-

Buckys hips press firmly into my own, his thick thigh shifting higher, now tight against the needy heat between my legs. A very noticeably large and stiff bulge pressed into my hip. How am I not on fire yet?

A small whimper escapes my lips as Bucky trails his mouth and nose along the length of my neck, beard scratching deliciously against heated skin. My hips bucked, wonderful friction meeting my clothed center, a moan escaping with a sigh as I repeated the action.

Bucky growled low in his throat as his hips snapped against mine, leg tensing against my soaked cunt. “I might not remember our past yet Doll, but I remember this feeling. Your warmth. First time I looked into those big blue eyes I knew you were gonna ruin me. Had no idea who you were, but fuck it all I knew you somehow.”

With a slight tug he released my arms, hands falling to my waist, tracing a path along my body.

I rested my palm against his heart, as the other cupped his cheek. Thumb tracing his red lips I looked into lust blown confused eyes. “Maybe one day you’ll remember our story, until then I’ll remember for the both of us.”

A rough thumb brushes over a hard nipple as his hips start to rock steadily into my own. A small moan escapes as my fingers tangle in Buckys thick hair. His mouth once again finding my neck, this time leaving hot kisses. His tongue traced along my ear, teeth nipping along the skin until he reached the spot on my neck that made me keen.

His lips kissed a smile into my skin as he sucked it into his mouth, leaving his mark on my body. My greedy hand began to make its way to the band of his sweats as he-

“Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Barnes, the team needs you in the conference room immediately.” Friday said from above us, damn near giving me a heart attack.

Cockblock. “Fucking hell.” I mutter as my head tilts back to rest against the wall, Buckys hot breath puffing against my chest from where his face is pressed into my shoulder. I run my fingers through his hair for a moment, relishing his warmth after so long being cold.

Bucky pressed a kiss to my collarbone as I clear my throat. “Well, duty calls soldier.”

As he backs away and releases my body, I rock onto my tiptoes and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before swiftly walking to the conference room.

I’m almost certain these shorts are ruined. My sanity is not far off either.

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(Commission) Tiny Training Accident (Hakari Accidental Vore)

This is a commissioned piece I wrote up for my pal @pspmaniac818 which features his OC, Chris Invicta, getting into a rough spot with my OC, Aidan, when the two are accidentally swallowed by my main OC, Hakari, in what has to be the mos ill-advised “shrunken training session“ a person could conjure. :P

Hakari didn't mind assisting his friends out in any way he could. However, sometimes, his friends asked him to do things that just made ZERO sense whatsoever. For example, Hakari could understand if Chris and Aidan needed a place to train. After all, both young men were fighters through and through. He could also understand that they may need someone to keep an eye out if Chris was going to use his ability to shrink both himself and Aidan while they trained in “tiny mode,” as Aidan so delicately put it.

But WHY then...did the two need to train in Hakari's mouth...? How often did Chris expect to face off against an enemy whilst being consumed by another enemy? Because right at this very moment, the young Saurian ninja was standing in the middle of his living quarters with his face-mask pulled down to reveal his soft, youthful face and scale-covered cheeks, with his fang-filled mouth nervously being held wide open as a shrunken Chris and a shrunken Aidan sparred atop Hakari's tongue.

Hakari was dumbfounded, but Chris was keen to remind him that such oddities DID occur. After all, it wasn't too long ago that Chris had swallowed a micro-assassin and Hakari himself had to duke it out from inside of Chris' stomach with the fiend. But honestly, what were the odds of something like THAT ever happening again?

Well, in Chris' case...a lot more likely than one would ever imagine...

Inside of Hakari's open mouth, Chris and Aidan sparred relentlessly. Chris jumped back (as best he could) atop the spongy tongue of the reptilian ninja and held up his arms in defense as Aidan bum-rushed him and delivered a flurry of punches, all of which Chris managed to block. “Ha! That all you g-EAAAAGH?!” Chris' cocky teasing was cut short when Aidan grappled Chris and slammed him to the 'floor', which, in this case, was Hakari's tongue. The young ninja grimaced while keeping his mouth held open as he salivated a little bit more upon getting more of a taste of Chris' body. All that battling it out was making both young men incredibly sweaty, causing their salty yet not unpleasant flavor to stimulate Hakari's taste buds.

Instinctively, his body was telling him to swallow then and there, but the young Saurian resisted and kept his mouth held open. He hated to admit it, but his friends tasted oddly delicious...

Aidan grinned cockily down at Chris, baring his own mouth full of fangs as smoke spewed from the corners of his mouth. “Ya oughta watch yer footin' there, punk,” Aidan teased, pressing his boot down on Chris' chest. Chris could feel Aidan's toes curl up as his foot compressed against his pectorals and ground ever so slightly. The sweaty Ignis mage smirked at Chris and added, “Bet'cha wish I didn't have this boot on right now, huh, ya kinky fucker...”

Chris blushed a little, his many fetishes absolutely no secret to Aidan (or Hakari, despite the latter's discomfort). But it didn't stop him from grinning right back at Aidan and adding, “And YOU always forget to not let your guard down, tough guy...”

Aidan wasn't sure what Chris meant, until the invulnerable young man brought his legs up and kicked Aidan's back, making him stumble forward while Chris rolled back up to his feet and wrapped his arms around Aidan for a firm bearhug. Despite Aidan being visibly toned, Chris' power and his constant training had given him some considerable muscle mass. In fact, even Hakari had noted that Chris was looking a lot buffer than he used to look when they'd first met one another on the job.

And Aidan? Well, let's just say he knew first hand how Chris' body had toned up. Not that he'd ever admit it, since it would imply Chris was starting to get stronger than he was. And as both Hakari and Chris knew full well, Aidan wasn't the type to ever admit anyone was superior to him in any way.

As the two continued wrestling inside of Hakari's mouth, Hakari found himself salivating even more, drooling more heavily around the two shrunken fighters and causing their “training grounds” to grow more slippery. He really didn't mean to be doing that. But their battering around inside of his mouth was practically lathering the ninja's taste buds with their salty (and smoky, in Aidan's case) flavor. He almost whimpered to himself as he tried desperately not to swallow them down.

Aidan's hand became engulfed in flames as he punched Chris right in the dome. The firepunch was enough to make Chris break his grip, even if the fire itself had no effect on his body. Chris charged again, but Aidan sweep-kicked Chris' legs as he advanced, causing him to trip near the front of Hakari's open mouth. With Aidan near the back, the young pyromancer grinned wickedly as both hands became engulfed in flames.

“NOW yer in for it, tough guy...”

And with those last words, Aidan began firing a flurry of fireballs at Chris, who managed to evade each one.

Hakari's eyes bugged out of his head as tiny fireballs shot out of his mouth. Fortunately, due to Aidan's size, the flaming projectiles were tiny and thus, were blown out long before they could hit the walls. Didn't make the action any less unnerving for Hakari. “Careful, Aidan...!!” Hakari mumbled as best he could with his mouth hanging open like that.

But Aidan just snorted and said, “Stop bein' such a baby, lizard-boy!”

The ninja sputtered indignantly but held his tongue (literally). He'd learned very early on that the spitfire mage was not someone keen on being especially respectful to most people. To quote Nara, Aidan was, in her own words, 'a flaming dick'.

Speaking of Nara, the leading mercenary swung the door open and sauntered up to her friend with an amused grin.

“Yo! How's tiny-trainin' goin'?” Nara asked, walking right up to Hakari and slapping him on the back as she casually passed by him.

This...was a mistake...

Because the instant Nara slapped his back, Hakari stumbled forward slightly and the force of that stumble made both Chris and Aidan, who were once again in a grapple-hold, fall backwards to the back of Hakari's mouth.

“Gah! What the hell-?!” Aidan shouted, trying to pry himself up from out of Hakari's throat.

But Chris had a different look on his face. He simply had a dull look and muttered, “...Ahhhhh crap...”

He'd been down this road before, he knew exactly what was coming next. And poor Hakari; despite trying so desperately to avoid giving in to his inherently predatory instincts, once he had those two in the back of his mouth...?

*GLLUUUULLK!*

Hakari couldn't help but gulp heartily, causing both Chris and Aidan to be pulled down from the back of his mouth and through his gullet. Both young men were pinned together as the fleshy, rubbery throat muscles pulsated around them, pushing them further and further down Hakari's throat. Going down a throat was a tight fit as is, but bunched together in the process like that was even worse, especially for Aidan. The pyromancer growled and thrashed against Chris as the throat itself, baring his fangs as he shouted, “Gah! Watch it, punk!”

Chris rolled his eyes and muttered, “Little hard to do that from where I'm at, don'tcha think...?” He didn't say it, but there was an implied 'dumbass' at the end of his sentence.

Outside, there was a sizable lump pushing down from Hakari's slender, black spandex-concealed throat. It was the size of an orange sliding down his neck slowly while Hakari clenched his eyes shut and bared his fangs, really working his friends down his gullet. He rested his fingers against the lump, feeling it pass down his throat and almost pushing into it to really guide them down as his head lurched forward and he gulped thickly yet again, causing a trail of saliva to trickle down his chin.

As he felt the two slide further and further down, he thumped his armor-clad chest to help work them past his collarbone.

Inside, Chris could feel a loud, rhythmic thumping reverberate all around him. At first, he thought it was the young ninja thumping his chest. But he quickly deduced that it was, in fact, Hakari's heartbeat, rhythmically beating at an accelerated rate all. The way it thumped almost felt comforting to Chris for a moment, but that comfort was short-lived when he and Aidan squeezed past the esophagus and slowly squeezed past the thick, rubbery entrance to Hakari's stomach.

The sour stench of the young snake-man's innards hit both Chris and Aidan like a dump truck, and smelled about as pleasant. Chris grimaced with Aidan hacked with disgust, though Ignis were used to deeply unpleasant smells, due to their over-exposure to brimstone and sulfur. Didn't make the innards smell any better for him though. The two were worked further and further down until, with one last especially hearty...

*GLUUUUUUOOOLLP!!!*

...Hakari had successfully swallowed both of his friends down. That lump finally squeezed past his athletic chest and collarbone, and both Chris and Aidan unceremoniously plopped into Hakari's stomach. The Saurian teenager gasped heartily, drool trickling from his mouth as he huffed and caught his breath.

“Graahhh...haaaaaah...” Hakari huffed with relief, using his forearm to wipe his mouth clean and lick his fangs. He stood there, panting and catching his breath after such an endeavor to work those two down.

But as he caught his breath, it sloooooowly dawned on him as to what he'd just done. Slowly but surely, his inverted eyes began to widen with realization and steady horror. And once it finally clicked...?

…

“GAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!” Hakari cried out in horror, startling the passing Nara, who immediately turned to see Hakari rushing up to her with a look of abject, petrified terror on his youthful, slightly scaly face.

“Jeez, dude! What the hell's wrong with-”

“-N-Nara...!! I-I just...I ATE CHRIS AND AIDAN!!!” Hakari cried out in a comically panicked manner as he rushed to Nara like a panicked child rushing to their parent.

Nara blinked with surprise and said, “Ya did?”

All Hakari could do was nod shakily in an anxious and scared manner.

But then, the mercenary grinned and added, “That's awesome!” She even knelt down and poked the young ninja in his tight, body-suit concealed abs and asked, “How're ya likin' it in there, boys?”

Hakari's panicked expression was frozen in place, as was the rest of Hakari's body. Even though he still looked panicked, he added, in a much more deadpanned manner, “...I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation...”

Inside of Hakari's stomach, both Chris and Aidan steadily pushed themselves up and took in their warm, stinking surroundings. It was dark inside of Hakari's stomach, with everything around the two young men feeling really damp and slimy. The stomach lining all around them gurgled and groaned idly, with something dripping down from the 'walls' all around them. There was a soft pulsation all around the two, from the idle burbling of Hakari's stressed organ.

Chris looked around and sighed to himself, muttering, “There has to be a record for this sorta thing happening to a single person...”

The two were startled somewhat they felt the stomach constrict itself and heard Hakari's bellowing voice call out to them. “A-Are you two all right?!” Hakari shouted in a very panicked tone of voice.

Despite himself, Chris smiled and gently pat the front of the stomach lining where he could sense Hakari grasping and leaning down to check on his friends. “Relax, dude, we're just fine in here,” Chris assured the young, anxious ninja.

But Aidan scoffed dismissively and tried in vein to wipe himself down of the slime that had globbed over his bare body. “Speak fer yerself, punk. Told'ja trainin' in lizard lips' mouth was a stupid fuckin' idea...”

“Oh, quit your bellyaching,” Chris responded back with a roll of his eyes, adding, “With the amount of other mages and bad guys who can shrink you down'n gobble you up, this is good practice.”

“This only happened ONE other time, fucker. And ya know full fuckin' well who gulped me down the first time, don'tcha,” Aidan snarled.

At that, Chris' smirk turned more impish as he slowly licked his lips and said, “To be fair, you DO have a real smoky flavor...”

Aidan's hand went ablaze as he balled his hand into a fist and said, “I swear, one'uh these days, I'mma find a way to light yer ass on fire...”

“Well, we know ONE way you can do that,” Chris responded in a slightly suggestive manner.

Aidan snorted and waved the fire from his hand away, causing smoke to spew around him as he said, “Kinky fucker...” He brushed past Chris and started banging on the stomach lining up front, making Hakari's belly gurgle around them. “Yo! Lizard-boy! Get us the fuck outta here already! It fuckin' stinks in here!”

The banging caused a sudden hiccup to erupt from the Saurian.

Outside, Hakari blushed and covered his mouth, nodding nervously as one hand rested gently against his stomach in a protective manner.

He was deeply relieved to know that his friends were okay. He knew Chris was invulnerable to this sort of thing, and that Aidan has resistance to extreme heats, to the point where he may as well have been immune to digestion. But still, the thought of his friends trapped in his stomach made him an anxious wreck. He didn't know if they could suffocate and didn't want to chance it.

It caused so much anxiety that Hakari's stomach felt like it was tying itself into a knot, which only made it gurgle heavily all around Chris and Aidan, making them both stumble back. Hakari huffed in a breathless manner and paced around nervously while Nara looked on. “H-How am I gonna get them out...?” Hakari muttered softly and anxiously to himself.

Nara simply shrugged and said, “How'd ya get yer prey out normally?” Hakari glanced back at her with confusion as Nara went on. “Ya always used to say that, when ya had to interrogate bad guys, you'd go full snake-boy mode'n swallow them whole to make them think you'd digest them until they cracked, right? How'd ya let 'em out then?”

Hakari thought for a moment, drumming his fingers against his abs in thought. “...W-Well, I used my gag reflex to regurgitate them back up, which, frankly, was never pleasant. But it was different then. They weren't shrunken, so they filled up my stomach a lot more, which made it much easier; albeit more painful, to push them back up. But Chris and Aidan are so small that I don't even think I could push them up...tch, I KNEW this was a bad idea...”

Nara rolled her eyes as Hakari's nervousness once again kicked in. It never failed to be adorable to her the way this stoic young ninja turned into such an anxious mess so quickly sometimes. She walked up behind Hakari and gently patted him on the back and said, “Chill, snake-eyes. If anything, that oughta make it EASIER to cough Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dipshit back up.”

Hakari blinked and was about to open his mouth, but-

“-The second one was Aidan,” both Nara AND Chris said in unison, which seemed to answer Hakari's question and enrage Aidan at the same time.

“H-Hey! Fuck you punks!” Aidan snarled, which Nara could hear over Hakari's turbulent tummy, which made her snicker.

Still, Hakari didn't look especially comforted or confident. “Okay, but then, HOW do I get them out if they can't be worked up normally...?”

“Easy! Just burp 'em up,” Nara replied in a shockingly casual manner.

Hakari glared at her with a deadpanned look in his eyes. “...Nara, please be serious-”

“-I AM bein' serious. If they're so small, all ya gotta do is push out a big one and that oughta lift those two up'n outta yer gut like nothin',” Nara explained.

“Actually, she's right,” Chris explained, causing Hakari to glance down at his stomach again. “Every time I swallow one'uh my pals, I usually just let out a HUGE burp and they go flying outta my gut and out to safety, easy peasey!”

Again, Hakari blinked to himself and added, “...How many times have you done this...?”

“Who cares, ya scaly nerd? Just get burpin' so I can shower already, fuck!” Aidan growled out.

...Hakari was starting to see why Nara referred to Aidan as “Tweedle Dipshit” right about now...

But still, there was this apprehensive look on Hakari's face. “...I-If I'm going to do that, can I, umm...have some privacy, please...? I'd rather you not hear me being so gross...”

Nara stared at Hakari with a bored look on her face.

“...Dude, it's ME. I guarantee I can top anything you let out, so stop bein' so prissy for once'n just relax'n let loose,” Nara said.

Hakari blushed at being called 'prissy' and turned away with a soft, almost petulant grumbling under his breath. But, nonetheless, he had a job to do. So, he nodded and took a breath, kneading his fingers into his tight, concave stomach to try and work something up. He opened his mouth expectingly and nervously, trying to work something up.

Nothing came out.

In unison, Nara, Chris and Aidan all had the same response. “Seriously...?”

“I-I'm trying! I don't know how to do this sort of thing on command!” Hakari replied defensively with a light blush on his scaly cheeks, adding, “It's not like they were especially filling that my stomach has any excess pressure, n-no offense, guys...”

Chris snickered to himself and shook his head. Despite the situation, it was genuinely adorable how 'pure' his Saurian friend was. Those ninjas must've hammered good manners into Hakari's brain whether he liked it or not. So, Chris pat the stomach lining in front of him gently and spoke up in a loud and concise voice to ensure Hakari could hear him.

“It's alright, man. I guess it's hard to explain but the best way I can describe it is, you gotta sorta swallow air into your stomach, like use the back'uh your throat to do it.”

To demonstrate his point, Chris held up his finger and gulped down some air while his gullet rumbled. Once he'd taken in enough, Chris thumped his broad chest and let out a pretty loud belch.

“Ah, see? Nothing to it!”

Aidan scoffed dismissively, muttering, “Pussy...”

Whether that was addressed to Hakari or Chris was anyone's guess.

Still, Hakari nodded and tried to follow Chris' advice. He tried to swallow air, having a hard go at it, but Chris called out, “Make sure you feel a weird gurgle in your throat when you do. That's how you know you're doing it right!” Hakari nodded, even though Chris couldn't see him, and continued sucking down air in a way that didn't quite look right. More like a fish bobbing its mouth in and out for air.

But eventually, he got it down, and there was a rhythmic throbbing in Hakari's throat as he managed to gulp down some air. Chris and Aidan could feel Hakari's stomach lining tense and gurgle all around them as he took in more air.

“Atta boy,” Chris assured him as Hakari continued taking in more air.

Hakari could feel his belly expand ever so slightly with the influx of oxygen. It was a dull ache, but told him that he was doing something right. And once he'd felt his stomach take in as much as he could gulp down, Hakari's hand clenched his gut tightly and his mouth lurched open in the form of a pretty deep burp.

“BRRAAAAAUUUUUURRRPH!!!”

It rumbled out of Hakari for just over two seconds and had some decent rumble and volume to it. When it ended, Hakari blushed and covered his mouth, immediately excusing himself in an embarrassed tone of voice, even though a burp was exactly the rest they wanted. Unfortunately, it wasn't the ONLY result Hakari was hoping for.

“Pfft, weakass,” Aidan groaned in an unimpressed tone of voice, adding, “Even Invicta could get a bigger one than that, ya lil lizard brain! C'mon!”

“Not helpful, asshole,” Chris chimed in, nudging Aidan back.

But eventually, Nara rolled her eyes and headed back back to the cooler and returned with a few 2 Liter bottles of soda. “'Kay, this is embarrassing, dude. Just, here,” Nara insisted as she handed Hakari a soda bottle. “Chug that as hard as ya can. The soda oughta do the rest.”

“...I'm, w-well, not the biggest soda drinker-”

“-Just chug or I'mma fill yer belly with fire and smoke us out myself, ya hear me?!” Aidan shouted impatiently.

Hakari yelped nervously and immediately wasted no time unscrewing the bottle and bringing the soda right to his lips. He dipped his head back and proceeded to chug heartily. Hakari's face tightened with discomfort. He liked sweets as much as the next person, but he always preferred a soothing tea to an excessively sugary soda.

Nonetheless, the bubbly liquids poured down his gullet, causing his slender throat to bob in and out rapidly as he sucked the beverage down with reluctant gusto.

Inside, Chris and Aidan's confines were suddenly overcome with a flood of sugary, bubbly water that spilled out from the esophagus and pooled into the bottom of Hakari's stomach. It rained down on the two young men, causing their bodies to become wet with a combination of soda and stomach juices. All around them, Hakari's belly gurgled and bubbled intensely from such an influx of carbonation all at once. The stomach lining itself seemed to expand somewhat from the gas being produced by the soda.

“Well, this oughta be fun,” Chris said in a slightly dejected yet also amused sort of tone. Again, he'd been down this road maaaany times before...on both sides of the voracious spectrum really...

Hakari grimaced when enough soda went down. He TRULY wasn't a fan of the stuff or the feeling of having so much carbonation festering in his belly all at once, which he could feel had become just slightly bloated from the beverages carbonated emissions.

He promptly pulled the bottle away from his lips and gasped breathlessly...then almost immediately unleashed a HUGE burp.

“BRAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAPH!!!!!!!”

The poor young ninja lurched in an embarrassingly uncouth manner as that deep, bellowing eruption blasted past his soft lips for a good few seconds straight. Inside, Chris and Aidan felt their confines get rattled about from the force of that expulsion of carbon dioxide all being rushed out from the stomach at once. It caused the stomach lining to quiver and gurgle intensely as it sank into itself. However, both young shrunken fighters were still stuck within the ninjas stomach.

Hakari blushed profusely when it ended, while Nara snickered and gave the ninja a thumbs up. He was about to excuse himself, but there was so much pressure in his tight stomach that the instant that wall-rattler had expelled from his bowels, that the second Hakari opened his mouth, he paused, grabbed his belly and let loose another titanic belch. And with it, no shrunken friends came flying out of his gaping, fang-filled maw.

Poor Hakari was an embarrassed mess, who promptly covered his mouth and felt his cheeks burning so bright that he was certain they were going to spontaneously combust.

“...E-Excuse me...” Hakari mumbled in a deeply embarrassed manner, hoping to the stars above that no one outside of his quarters could hear him.

But Nara just laughed and said, “Hahaha, damn, snake-eyes! For a dude so damn uptight'n well-mannered, you can really belt 'em out, can'tcha!” She gave him a hearty pat on the back, which just caused Hakari to hiccup from the pat and blush anew.

But inside, Aidan was far less impressed. “Tch, weakass. Even Chris 'ere could let out bigger ones than that!” Aidan shouted.

Chris shrugged and smirked. “I mean, you're not WRONG,” he said in an innocuous matter of fact tone of voice, patting his stomach with pride. But then he looked up and added, “That wasn't too bad, but it wasn't big enough, man. Think we're gonna have to lend you a hand there!” Chris called out so Hakari could hear him.

The ninja looked down at his stomach nervously, hugging it protectively. “...H-How...?”

Aidan grinned wickedly as he marched up to the front of Hakari's stomach alongside Chris. “Shall we?” He asked, baring his fangs with ill-intent.

Chris rolled his eyes at Aidan's grin then muttered, “...Sorry in advance, dude...” up to Hakari.

Then, without warning, Aidan POUNDED the stomach lining alongside Chris with enough force to cause it to quiver and ripple around intensely. The impact was so great that Hakari felt his abs jostle just EVER so slightly from the strength of Chris' abilities and Aidan's natural strength and speed. Hakari lurched for a moment with one hand wrapped around his stomach and the other clamped against his mouth. But that hand was soon blown back as a massive, guttural belch expelled from Hakari's mouth...

“HOOOOOOOUUUURRRRRAAAAAUUUUUUURRR-BLAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRRUUUUUUPH!!!!!!!!!!!”

It was one of the most powerful and bellowing eructations Hakari was pretty sure he'd ever let out. The decidedly un-ninja-like sound exploded from past his lips with such force that a few strands of saliva splattered from his maw. Nara whistled, clearly impressed while Hakari gasped breathlessly and slumped forward, drooling slightly and hating every second of this...

Even more so considering the fact that the two STILL weren't released from his stomach.

“...This is...the last time I ever...uurrrOoOoOorRrrp...guh, pardon...I ever train with you two again...” Hakari groaned while his stomach churned deeply. He grimaced and burped again, too sickly to even blush properly (though he DID at least excuse himself again).

Again, Aidan scoffed at how unimpressed he was at the ninjas “gastric talents,” while Chris smiled a bit apologetically but kept throttling the front of Hakari's stomach alongside Aidan. Their confines gurgled and churned ominously, bubbling intensely from their rough treatment. Again, they felt it rattle with another lengthy belch from the outside and folding into itself with a deep glorp in response to Hakari slumping with each expulsion.

But then...

*GWUUUOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRBL!!*

There was an especially ominous burbling that erupted from deep within Hakari's stomach. This was enough to stop both Chris and Aidan from battering away and take in their surroundings a bit cautiously.

“...That mean it's workin'...?” Aidan asked.

Chris' face soured somewhat. “...Unfortunately...yeah, I think so...”

Outside, Hakari groaned and held a hand over his mouth and groggily mumbled, “Urgh...I don't...I don't feel so good...”

Even Nara cringed a bit when she heard an especially intense churning erupt from the ninja's overly abused belly. Hakari's scaly cheeks were a copper color, yet, with that churn, his face seemed to go green. He lurched for a moment and went wide-eyed, when suddenly, his stomach hitched heavily; like the organ itself had bounced in his body. Hakari muffled what sounded like a really wet and deep burp, but looked even sicker after that.

“...O-Oh Gods...” was all Hakari could say before he slumped down and wretched onto the floor.

Nara grimaced with disgust and disgustedly declared, “Uuuuugh...party foul, dude...!”

Hakari threw up violently, heaving again as more bile expelled from his drooling mouth. Until eventually, he was so exhausted, he slumped onto the ground, one hand supporting him against the floor and the other wrapped around his aching belly.

When it finally stopped spewing out of him, Hakari whimpered breathlessly, tearing up somewhat from the deeply unpleasant feeling of having his empty stomach emptied even more from that onslaught. But not before checking in the sick and, to something resembling relief, finding Chris and Aidan desperately in need of a shower, but no worse for the ware.

“...That was so fuckin' gross...” Aidan growled in disgust as he tried in vein to wipe himself clean.

“...Seriously,” Chris chimed in with agreement, but nonetheless looked up at Hakari and asked, “...You okay, man?”

Hakari nodded weakly but cringed in pain. Nara had seen far worse, in truth, so she knelt down and smiled sympathetically at the ninja, gently rubbing his back while he suppressed the urge to whimper like a hurt puppy. The night had been more than embarrassing enough for him.

“...N-Never...ever again...” was all Hakari could manage whilst trying to catch his breath.

“...Yeaaah, that's fair,” Chris said.

“Y'know what else is fair?” Nara chimed in, adding, “You two bozos cleanin' this mess up.”

“...Ah fuck,” Aidan mumbled but didn't argue for once...

“Don't whine,” Chris chimed in.

“Hey, fuck you, I didn't whine, ya lil jerkoff!” Aidan snapped, earning a roll of the eyes from both Chris and Nara. Hakari probably would've joined them, but with how sensitive his stomach was after being sick, he was worried rolling his eyes might make him dizzy and, thus, sick all over again.

Fortunately, the outpost had a few spare living quarters and Nara had given Chris and Aidan their own space. So, after cleaning up the mess the two had caused, they both had a very, very, VERY thorough showering. Naturally, Chris and Aidan showered together, scrubbing each others bodies under the steaming water as thoroughly as they could...and maybe getting a little frisky with one another as they did. Shortly after that, both men got changed, with Chris in a spare black T-Shirt and jeans while Aidan rocked a dark red tanktop and sleeveless vest with black cargo shorts.

Hakari, meanwhile, was still in his ninja gear, sitting on the bed in his own quarters, groaning while Nara sat next to him and gingerly rubbed his aching stomach in slow circles. He huffed breathlessly and leaned into Nara's palm, muttering a soft 'thank you' to her as she continued tending to his aching tum.

Nara just smirked and gave Hakari's abs a gentle pat, adding, “Y'know, one'uh these days, you're gonna have to learn to say 'no' to these weird-ass requests you get from those two.”

“...Urgh, you would think training in someone's mouth would be outlandish, but there WAS that incident with that Microbe fiend a while back, so perhaps, Chris wants to be extra cautious...” Hakari suggested, voice still a bit weary after his ordeal.

Nara snorted and shook her head. “Bullshit. You'n I both know it's 'cuz that fucker's kinkier than a hedonist at that olive oil orgy from three years ago.”

Even in his groggy state, Hakari slowly turned to Nara and gave her a very deadpanned look, muttering, “...Dare I ask...?”

“If you value your delicate sensibilities, naw...probably not,” Nara insisted with a smirk, one that grew wider when she saw Hakari look away and shudder.

She continued gently stroking his belly, then leaned down and rested her head against his concave stomach, listening to it burble as she stroked it. Hakari blushed a little then promptly pulled his face-mask on, glad he could at least TRY to mask how easily flustered he got without two friends in his mouth or stomach.

“Man, it's really noisy today, huh,” Nara noted, hearing Hakari's stomach churn deeply enough to make Hakari cringe a bit.

“Mph, well, it's been rather overworked, thanks to those two...” Hakari muttered, huffing under his mask.

“Maybe we oughta give you two some more private time to fix that then, huh?” Chris suddenly teased alongside Aidan, who smirked with his arms folded at the sight.

Hakari immediately yelped and sat upright, only to immediately clear his throat and pretend he didn't just make an embarrassingly flustered sound. Nara laughed but showed enough mercy to sit up away from Hakari's stomach, gesturing for the two to come back in.

Chris and Aidan sat down across from them on the adjacent couch.

“So! Feeling any better?” Chris asked.

“Ah, he's fine,” Nara insisted before Hakari could respond, heartily patting Hakari on the back and making the young ninja jut forward slightly from how firm the pat was.

“I'm sure snake-eyes here can handle a pair'uh spicy meatballs like yourselves,” she assured them, before adding, “WHY he had to, I'm not so sure...buuuut you do you, Invicta...”

Aidan snorted with amusement as Chris scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Ah, any excuse t'mop this punk around fer a bit'n lizard lips' mouth at least made for a cushy spot to train. I'm just bummed I couldn't let loose with my full fire power...” Aidan muttered, flexing his hand out as fire emerged from his palm.

“...I'm not...” Hakari insisted with a look of dread on his face at the mere thought of Aidan 'letting loose' inside of him like that. After that, Hakari cleared his throat and said, “The important thing is that you two are safe. But...please, can we keep the training OUTSIDE of peoples mouths...preferably MINE...?”

Chris just laughed and nodded assuringly with, “Hehe, well, I can't promise the latter part, but yeah, I assure you, no one's gonna make you 'open up' again like that.” Then, Chris' smile turned a bit cheeky as he leaned in and added, “But be honest though, PART of you prooooobably enjoyed the taste, right?”

Hakari nervously tugged his mask higher, and was about to deny that claim when Nara once again chimed in and said, “You kiddin'?! I once had to pull this scaly dork's arm soooo long t'get him to eat me in his whole snake-dude form and once he finally did? He was rumblin' like a damn motorboat!”

...Even with his facemask on, Hakari's face was practically steaming at Nara's remarks.

...Just then...

*GRRRRROOOOOOOOOOMBL!!!!!*

A deeply loud and hungry grumbling bellowed from the room.

Instantly, Chris, Aidan and Nara all turned to Hakari, who at this point, was so red that he looked like he'd just consumed six ghost peppers at once.

Slowly, he looked down at his stomach in a way that seemed to say, ‘...Seriously...?’ (As if Hakari hadn’t endured enough embarrassment for one day...)

Tentatively, the young ninja wrapped his arms around his grumbling stomach in a desperate effort to calm his stomach down. It didn't work.

Chris smirked and asked, “Why, Hakari...is all our talk of eating people making our favorite Saurian hungry...?”

Hakari nervously cleared his throat and hopped up from the bed, saying, “Aherm, y-yes...w-well...I-I'll be in the mess hall getting something to eat...w-would anybody else like to join me?”

Despite himself, Chris shrugged and gave his own stomach a firm pat, adding, “Eh, I could eat. What about you guys?”

Aidan stood up and said, “You kiddin'? I'm fuckin' starvin' 'ere...”

“Good,” Nara insisted before getting up and wrapping an arm around Hakari's shoulder and tugging the young flustered ninja close. “Lead the way, snake-eyes!”

Hakari groaned to himself with a weary sigh, but nonetheless carried on.

With any luck, maybe he could EAT the embarrassment away.

But given the company he was keeping, he had a distinct feeling that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon...

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