#crossing my fingers for ya hawk

[majorbaby]

#mash #m*a*s*h #margaret houlihan #trapper john mcintyre #hawkeye pierce #everyone wants frank burns is what i'm getting from this #crossing my fingers for ya hawk #ot3: we're all in here not sleeping together #majorbaby.gif

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Reminder; Don't Forget

(Scrap)

❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: i want park seonghwa to be mean to me while wearing a tank top, that is all ➯a/n: i'm going to start posting drafts that haven't been touched in over a month so they don't just collect dust, enjoy ya filthy animals

✃ "You need a reminder of who's good girl you are."

✫彡wordcount: 2.7k

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: YANDERE SMUT (hinted mafia/crime au)

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: THIS IS A DARK FICTION. EMPHASIS ON DARK FICTION. i do no condone pretty much anything seonghwa does in this fanfic. this is very dark, the darkest i've gone so if you are uncomfortable with that check out something else. we have here: dark/yandere/savior complex hwa, degrading, unsafe physical restraint, choking, destruction of personal property, shaming, dubcon, extremely possessive behavior, some ddlg themes, slapping, praise, yelling, captivity, crying, knifes thrown at reader as a punishment(none hit!!), threats of violence, manipulation, mind break, hair pulling, mention of edging, face humping, throat fucking, messy bj, not proof read

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"Did you forget your place, hm? It certainly seems like it, acting like a slut when you're mine!" His grip on your neck tightens, a chuckle leaving his furled lips as you grab at his tank top desperately trying to force out apologies through the pressure he puts on your wind pipes. "What, you can't even say that you're sorry? Another's man's number in your phone and you can't tell me you're sorry?"

Oh he's evil, he loves to see you squirm. And squirm you do: pushing against his heavy weight on your hips and clawing at his arm as your lungs beg for air.

He lets go, arms crossing his chest as he leans back nonchalantly, every bit of his weight in your lap as you heave. "Hwa-seong...Hwa, I'm s-sorry! I thought, thought, it'd be okay hes just a f-friend-"

   "You thought," he laughs cruelly, "are you even capable of that? Dumb little girl," he slaps your jaw, lightly, but it still makes you face the wall with a look of defeat.

"I think for you, is that clear?" You nod, tear stained cheeks gleaming in the light.

"Hey, am I clear?" he shouts this time, making you jump.

    "Yes! Yes, Hwa, clear..."

   "There's my good girl—" He brushes back your hair, cooing as you lean away, "you're the prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on, and you think men don't see that? You think they're blind? Or are you really just that naiive, pretty baby?" His cool finger tips trail down to the blooming bruise on your neck, pressing softly to make you whine. "Give me your phone."

   He's up and off your body in a second flat, letting you catch your breath as you slowly manage to pull yourself to your knees. He doesn't press you to hurry or yell, he doesn't do anything but sit back in the bean bag chair he gifted you for previously good behavior and watch you like a hawk. His legs spread and hands on his knees, resisting the urge to snatch you up. When you turn and see him on the other side of the room, you simply outstretch your arm with the old prepaid phone he provided you with a few weeks ago. "Bring it here," he commands lowly, eyes tracking your every move as you slowly move towards him on your knees- having no energy to stand.

He spreads his legs further, a silent instruction. You slot yourself between them and hold the phone to him tentative, shoulders relaxing as he takes it. "Thank you, beautiful. See, isn't it easy when you listen to me?" He unlocked the phone quickly, eyes flicking to you darkly when you go to take it back. "Got something to hide?" You shake your head, looking down as he takes your hands and places them on each of his thighs. "Don't move."

So you don't, simply breathing deeply to replenish your abused lungs while he combs through your phone with a fine toothed comb. You know you haven't done anything truly wrong, but it seems like he has different definitions to you.

"Good girl..." He whispers to himself as he sees the message of you shooting down the idea your friend tried to corrupt you with, to go out without him. "Stupid, but good..." He continues as he reads through every message with the phone number of the man. He monitors everything you do, it was only a matter of time before he got around to checking all of the numbers in your phone and their owners.

"Aw, you really are just naiive, huh? My poor little angel. Cant even tell when someone's trying to take you away from me-" He tuts his tongue, setting the phone down on the floor. When you go to pick it up, he kicks your hand away. "Sorry, Baby, you can't be trusted with big girl stuff yet. Gotta learn first." He smashes the device beneath his booted heel, a squeal passing through your lips at the loud metallic crunch.

"Hwa!" A pouty whine comes before you can stop it, tears welling up in your eyes all over again. When he cocks his eyebrow up, you cower between his legs, stuttering quietly. "Sorry, m'sorry..." He swipes the destroyed phone to the side with his boot before tapping your hip with it. You shuffle quickly, untying his shoes with a shaky breath.

"I know you get bored baby, but I can't have others corrupting your mind. I'll get you some new books, maybe even a TV for in here if you're extra good." You whisper a soft thank you, and a promise you will be as you set his shoes off to the side neatly.

"Look up at me, Doll. C'mon don't be angry," you look up at him as softly as you can, a groan of affection bubbling past his throat, "there's my pretty little thing." You rub your fingers on his jean-clad legs in an attempt to ground yourself as he looks down at you like a predator that's spotted it's next meal.

"Aren't you so happy you have me to take care of you? Who knows what others would do to that pretty face of yours— not to mention that pretty cunt."

A heat immediately finds it way to your face, and he laughs deeply. "Oh, please, don't be coy. You know as well as I do that if I didn't take you out of there that that little hole would be ruined in an hour. I saved you."

You hide your face in his lap, mind racing. It's true that he's more gently than other people you've had the dis-pleasure of encountering in his line of work. But that doesn't make him any less over bearing and obsessive. His possessiveness bordering on ownership. Sometimes you're truly thankful he scooped you up before anyone else could touch you- other times you curse him for it.

He rubs the back of your head gently, leaning up in the slouching chair, like he can sense your thoughts. "You aren't going anywhere, Baby. You're mine- until the day you die and even after that. Even God himself couldn't pry you away from me. You are mine. Do you understand that?" You nod into his lap, a quiet 'yes,hwa' muffled by his jeans. "Such a sweet thing," he whispers before gripping your hair and pulling you up, earning a gasp.

That glint in his eyes- "Hwa, wait, wait—" he did no such thing, standing up with his clothed crotch in your face, pulling your hands up to his belt.

"You need a reminder of who's good girl you are-"

"No-"

"No?!" He laughed in disbelief, nails digging into your scalp as he makes you look up at him, the stretch of your neck uncomfortable as he cranes it up. There's a sharp hunger in his eyes, "you're so cute -so, so, so, cute when you're defiant... but I'm not in the fucking mood. Get your ass up," he tugs you up by your hair, ignoring the sharp yelps that tremble past your lips.

     "Ple-ase don't take me downstairs! I'll be good, I'll be good!"

    "It's okay baby, we aren't going downstairs," he positions you back to the wall and backs up, pushing you back when you try to follow and apologize. "I'm too tired." The glimmer of hope is stomped out as he unlocked his side of the nightstand. "You can take your punishment here."

   "Hwa... I'm real sor-" A skinny throwing knife that thuds into the wall next to your head shuts you up quick, a squeal replacing your pleas.

   "Been looking after you so much, I'm rusty-" He throws another with a groan, hiding his smirk as you jump, "stay still baby, I'm out of practice." You can't help but duck as it thunks into the wall just above your head.

     "Stand up straight!" His booming voice shakes you to your core, and you stand as straight as you can manage with the knot forming in your gut. You grip the wall with your finger tips, looking down at your feet so you don't see the sharp objects coming. You've found that it's less fearful that way.

Knife after knife is thrown, each dull thump making you twitch as they're buried into the drywall in the outline of your body.

When they finally stall, his sock clad feet come into view, his curved knuckle lifting your chin. The flame in his eyes has faded to a simmer, an almost fond one. "Are you done being a brat? Or should I let my hand slip next time I need target practice?"

   "I'm done..." you speak with a gulp, body still frozen against the wall lest you move and graze against the blades.

He seems to sense your thoughts once again, cooing softly as he notices your tense shoulders. "C'mon, sweet girl," he carefully pulls you straight out from the wall and twirls you around.

He wraps his arms around under yours and grips your shoulders, holding you close to his chest and resting his chin on your head. "Your life in my hands... Such a delicate thing you are." You eyes trail over the outline of your body, traced with throwing daggers. "If you just behaved, I wouldn't have to scare you. It's the best way for you to learn, my love. That fear you feel when we go downstairs, when I have you pinned up- that's the fear you would feel every waking moment without me. Just be a good girl, and let me protect you..."

"...Okay, I'm sorry, Hwa... I don't know why I act out," You don't know if you're telling the truth anymore. It is even acting out? You sometimes think you have a right to.

Maybe— "Maybe you like it when I'm mean to you."

You don't know what you would have thought, but that wasn't it. You think he likes being mean to you. He always finds a reason to punish you: whether it be with bone chilling fear or being pushed to your sexual edge and then repeatedly denied.

    Some days, he's softer with the sexual aspect of his obsession with you.

He turns you back around and shoves you to his knees, right back into his clothed bulge where you started. "I want to claim you, I'm going to claim you. Every part. Take it off now before I decide to skull fuck you." Your breath hitches in your throat, lip trembling at his threat, knowing full well he will follow through.

Today is not one of those days, you realize.

You hands quickly find their way to his belt, unbuckling the golden buckle and letting it dangle, the button undone next and the zipper followed. He didn't bother to kick his jeans off, or even pull them down. Only his cock out, twitching to life infront of you inpatiently. "You belong to me, I'm gonna get that through your thick skull" -he flicks your head- "even if I have to use my cock."

He rubs against your cheek, sighing out in pleasure at the feeling of your hot embarrassed face. "Say my name," he whispers deeply, eyes swirling with an unreadable mix of emotions.

"Seonghwa," you pant out shyly, eyes closed as you feel him rutting against your face, his pre cum smearing on your cheek bone. His grip is continually becoming softer, loving as he lewdly humps your head. Your hands find purchase on his sock clad feet, helping you lift up your body into him. "Seonghwa," it comes out as a moan, and a thick groan comes from him in response.

He steps back just an inch, looking down at your tear stained face, his fresh pre-cum glimmering on the side of your face.

His full lips curve into a smile, his previously angry facade fading as quick as it came when he busted in the door earlier, while he lifts you to the bed and lets your head hang.

He's even beautiful when viewed upside down-

    "You make it hard to ever leave your side, pretty girl. I could spend the rest of my life buried in any of your gorgeous holes, I love you so much."

"I love you, Hwa. I-" Your breath catches in your throat as the words tear through your throat. "I do want you to claim me, I want to know I'm yours." One of your hands seems to sprout a mind of its own, wrapping around the base of his thick and smooth girth. "Let me take care of you, and you take care of me."

A groan dies on his lips, shuddering as you slowly stroke him, the words you speak shooting through his heart and down to his balls. "Let me be your good girl. Please, I know I can!"

The fear he instilled in you just moments ago festered into a need to please, to solidify your place by his side so he would never leave. He never would dream of it- leaving you. You are his heart and soul personified. You hold his entire being in your hands, and you have no idea.

"Yeah? Gonna be my good girl again? Make it up to me?" His heart flutters as you nod enthusiastically, your mouth opening wide for him and tongue lolling out."Fuck, that's a good girl," he spreads his legs around your dangling head, slim fingers gathering yours to your chest and holding them ever so softly as he slips right down your throat.

The hot, velvety skin encasing him makes him moan loudly, squeezing your hands to ground himself and keep himself from fucking your skull like his life depends on it. But, oh, how he wants to—

"Good fucking girl, that's it, just like I taught you," you gulp around his overwhelming length, eyes closing as you focus on breathing through your nose, the smell of his body wash somehow soothing to your fried nervous system.

   He holds himself back as long as he can, thrusting in your throat slowly and basking in the warmth of it. But as your saliva builds, nowhere to go, and the wet and lewd squelch of your throat grows louder, he can no longer do that. He intertwines his fingers with yours and lets you squeeze tightly, a soft growl letting you know his arousal is at a peak before he loses all control-

   His hips draw back and slam into you, the head of his cock poking at the very depth of your throat and making you gag, and the noise just stirs him on, going again and again and again to hear that sweet sound of you choking around him. Sticky saliva tainted with the white of his pre-cum drips from the corners of your stretched mouth, dripping up your face. It seems like the onslaught will never end, but he has bigger plans for his building release.

     The moment your throat is free of his cock, you draw in a large gasp, all of the wetness in your mouth dripping like a waterfall, letting you heave as he watches with dark eyes. Not that you can see the lust driven look on his face, if you were to open your eyes you'd be blinded by spit and cum.

  He discards his pants and top as he lets you catch your breath, cooing all the while about how good you just did for him. He uses the softness of his tank top to wipe away most of the filth on your face, and you finally peek your eyes open as you feel him lift you.

   You swear there's hearts swirling in the darkness of his eyes as he scans your messy face, a permanent smirk plastered on his features. "Pretty girl, you're such a mess for me," you can only pant in response, leaning into the palm he places on your cheek as he lays you down right-side-up, letting your head collide with the soft pillows.

The moment he put a pillow under your back, you knew you were in for a long ride.

And by the end of it, you wouldn't forget who you belong to.

#ateez #ateez fic #yandere ateez #ateez smut #ateez smau #park seonghwa #yandere park seonghwa #yandere seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #smut fic #yandere fic

[astralnymphh]

ellie spitting in your mouth 💗💗💗💗

definitely the thing to happen when ellies' at her highest of highs, as in– a fiend for sex, terribly horny!!! ✰ went a little extra writing and added finger–mouth fucking cuz im ovulating, too. just woke up too so idk how detailed thisll bee 🐝. MDNI

her thumb, print saturated with tasteful notes of your pussy sleek– lays flat upon the mesa of your unfurled tongue fulfilling her coarse request of, 'open wide, babe– stick that tongue out.' because fuck was it hot when her eyes of a keen green hawk–eyed you down. coarse as her usual tone, she airs out, "close and suck." firmly. your lips crimp as they shut, pursing around the knobby dip of her rather large thumb– you suck. the rest of her roughened fingers had meandered their way across your jaw, cornering your mid–face solidly in place cupped by her digits. whenever she asked you to take her fingers whole in your mouth, it was always her tatted arm. hotter, right? and her bare arm, enforcing an iron–grip on your locks to pump your head along her thumbs shaft. she gives silken pressure into your mouth, glissading her thumb inch by inch, deeper and deeper, until your lips parted slightly upon the thicker knuckle of her thumbs' base. then, she slides it back out, and in.. applying a bit of bob to your head, centered at her groin. exhilarating sight, while she thumbfucks your pretty little mouth– salty of the pleads for her to fuck you already. 'nuh–uh,' she crooned, 'l'mme play with you first.' as she always covets, to play with you. then, her thumb fully disperses and trails out with a webby string strung from her thumbtip to your puckered buds, shamed in your own filthy spit. my my, your chin glistening in your own sloppy saliva, humiliation of your sloppy job. but damn, was her sex drive indeed driving off the rails, poignant of sex hormones, ogling the mere way you sucked so eagerly. shall she, reward your tongue– of her taste? I think so. in fullness, she dours, "open wide, one more time. want y'to swallow this, m'kay?" all spoken while her brows went downcast, pale lids nearly coming together. you listen, cleaving your jaw open more than prior, feeling the still air dry the roof of your gob swiftly. so, ellie acts swiftly. a mild squat binds her knees to bend, only a bit, and a 'huuuk – ptuh!' grits from her rosy pink lips, hurdling a glob of white foam into your mouth with outstanding aim. it sticks to your tongue, bubbly as it begins to dribble down. a smug smirk enlightens her teeth to peek out, bottom lip gnawed beneath her front ivories. she giggles, "ah–huh, so fuckin' sexy, swallow." and taps her fingers along your chin, beckoning you to close. so, you do, sealing your lips and swishing her lovely spit to the back of your mouth, distending your pipe as you swallow her spit inside. she praises, "fuuck, good girl, mhh– want more of me inside ya? c'mere, my pussy could use that filthy tongue." in a coo, as her flexed fingers begin to unbutton her denim jeans– pelvis practically stuffed in your face so you could watch.

literal view while this happens

(img from j2l13tt3 on pinterest)

okay im gonna go work on my infidelity fic now hoping i can get it out today fingers crossed??

#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras asks #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams concept #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #dom!ellie

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Expecting Life with their pregnant partner

Featuring Toru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya and

Daichi Sawamura

Toru Oikawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Atsumu Miya x pregnant GN! Reader; Daichi Sawamura x pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a tiny bit reckless

A/N: i really loved the Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks version so I decided to expand it 😩 also thanks to @kingdaddydaichi for my current thighchi infatuation 🥲

Oikawa

“Hey love I’m home- oh my god YN are you ok?” Toru shouts as you look up from your positioned perched on the floor. He’s frantically throwing his bag to the ground while simultaneously trying to remove his shoes.

“Toru, calm down in fine!” You shout as your husband practically trips over his own feet trying to get to you as you sit on the floor. His hand goes to his chest when he sees what your doing, trying to calm himself and taking a seat on the couch.

“YN you nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you painting your nails on the floor? I told you to go to the nail salon!” He scolded as you rolled your eyes and put the cap back on the polish.

“Toru, I have 5 weeks before my due date. I want to time my trips to get my nails done perfectly with my due date. I want to look nice when the baby gets here,” you pout as Toru shakes his head, rest his elbows on his knees.

“Love i’d pay for someone to come to the hospital to do you nails if it meant that much to you but you shouldn’t be getting on the floor like that when I’m not around,” he scolds as you glare back at him.

“I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own Toru!” You say, crossing your arms and turning your nose up at your husband.

“You want me to tell Iwa-Chan what you’ve been up too?” He says with a smirk as you neck snaps back, eyes widening

“You wouldn’t DARE!” You say and Toru takes out his phone.

“Say cheese darling,” he says before snapping a picture and showing it to you.

“Toru that’s not funny! Iwa will kick my butt if he finds out!” You whine.

“Then promise me this is the last time you’ll do this!” He says as he threatens to press send to his best friend.

You roll your eyes, resigning yourself the the fact that you have lost and nod in agreement.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it love,” Toru says before helping you off the ground, kissing your forehead lovingly.

Atsumu

Atsumu ran up the 3 flights of stairs to your shared apartment, not bothering to wait the extra few minutes for the elevator. When he received the phone call from Osamu saying, “don’t panic but Yn got hurt” every single thought flowed through this brain as he raced home to be with you.

“I’m here!! Where is Yn?” He said, slamming the door open as both you and Osamu jumped slightly at your husbands sudden entrance.

“Samu you freaking snitch!” You growled as Osamu rolled his eyes, moving out of the way as your husband closed in on you, examining you up and down for injuries, his vision landing on a towel in your hand.

“What the hell happened?” He shouted as you shushed him.

“Babe calm down! I’m fine, I literally just cut my finger while I was chopping up fruit it’s no big deal,” you said, as your husbands eyes landed on your hand.

“How deep is it? Do we need to take you the hospital? How much blood have you lost? Are you having any contractions? Is your waters broken?” Atsumu rattled out phrase after phrase as you just watched his panic stricken face.

“Sumu calm down would ya?!? It’s just a cut, nothing too deep or bad. Everything’s fine,” Osamu said as Atsumu’s head snapped to him.

“Then why did ya tell me?” He shouted back.

“I told ya not to panic ya idiot! I had it handled but I wanted you to know!” He said as he returned to your kitchen, putting away the onigiri he had brought you.

“YN why didn’t you just let Samu cut up your fruit baby? Ya knew he was comin!” Atsumu scolded as you frowned

“I can cut up fruit Sumu, I’m pregnant not helpless!” You said in return as Atsumu sighed.

“I know you’re not babe but please, I worry about ya being home when I’m at practice especially since I’m away from my phone. That’s why Samu comes to check on you. Please just promise me you’ll wait until I get home or Samu comes?” He begs as your instantly soften.

“Ok Sumu I promise,” you smile as your husband leans in, kissing your forehead.

“Gross get a room!” Osamu groans from the kitchen as Atsumu glares back at him.

“Why don’t cha get yourself a partner then it wouldn’t be so gross!” Your husband argues back.

You just sit there and sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that this, was in fact, your wonderful life.

Daichi

“Ummm- YN?” Your husband says as you studdenly bolt up, smacking your head on beam atop your attic.

“Ouch- crap, oh hey darling! How was work?” You say continuing to shift through boxes, your large belly serving as a stand as you move boxes from one location to another.

“It was fine, hey question- what the heck are you doing?” Your husband says, now standing on the top stair of the attic, as you finally find the box you were looking for.

“There it is!” You shout as you bring the box to your still very confused husband, “it’s the box of holiday decorations!”

Daichi gawked at you as you shifted your eyes from left to right, waiting for a response from your husband.

“YN it’s literally June, what do we need holiday decorations for?” He asks as you shrug.

“Well I was in the babies room and I was thinking about where to put the rocking chair. And then I got to thinking about how I’m to be rocking our baby to sleep in only a couple of months,” you said as Daichi tried to follow your logic.

“Ok babe but that still a few months away and we have yet to get to why you have holiday decorations out six months ahead of time?” He again questions.

“Well the baby is due in October and the last thing I’ll probably want to be doing is decorating for the holidays with a newborn. So I figured I’d decorate now and leave them up until next year,” you cheer, excited about your grand idea.

Daichi’s eyes widen as he tries to hold back a laugh, “ok babe well I’ll be around to help you in a few months so let’s just leave the decorations for now. And let’s not talk about how you shouldn’t even be up here. This attic is old and musty and what if you fell or something!”

You just roll your eyes and hand your husband the box, “your such a dad you know that! No wonder they called you ‘dadchi’ in high school.”

“No they didn’t Yn!” He protested

“Well not to your face love,” you laughed, heading down the stairs as you leave, your husband standing confused.

#haikyu! #haikyu x gender neutral reader #daichi sawamura #oikawa toru #miya atsumu #hq daichi #hq oikawa #hq atsumu #daichi x pregnant reader #oikawa x pregnant reader #Atsumu x pregnant reader #atsumu x gender neutral reader #daichi x gender neutral reader #oikawa x gender neutral reader #haikyu timeskip #timeskip oikawa #timeskip daichi #timeskip atsumu #tw: pregnancy #sfw #haikyu drabble #oikawa drabble #atsumu drabble #daichi drabble #haikyu x you #oikawa x you #daichi x you #atsumu x you #haikyū!! #pregnant reader

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

So...hi

I may have decided on a whim to continue Your Scars Are Mine for no reason.

No reason at all. Nope not me.

Why's he gotta be so pretty how dare he

No need to read the previous fic, this one is still a oneshot.

Anyway here it is.

Ten Years

Hurt/Comfort and Smut

NSFW

Trigger Warnings: Trauma, Mentions of Self Harm, Depression

OPLA!Mihawk X AFAB!Reader

Wordcount: 5.2k

♫♬ Medusa in Chains — The Fratellis ♬♫

Before this whole thing began I had some sense of pride

Just one more night with your lips, your company is hard to eclipse

Four days.

Nearly four damned days had passed since you had last ate. Last bathed. Last done so much as dragged yourself out of bed to do more than half-stumble to the bathroom, and Mihawk was growing as impatient as he was concerned. It had been a few weeks since he had brought you to Kuraigana Island, and you had spent a fair amount of time flitting around the castle learning its halls and corridors front to back, dusting corners that even he had forgotten existed.

Then, a few mornings ago, you had simply refused to get out of bed.

Refused to speak as to why.

The warlord had told himself it was fine. That it wasn't as if he wasn't accustomed to having the sprawling stone castle to himself, that he could let whatever was ailing you play out, give you your space to work through it on your own.

But it was clearly doing no good, not to him or you. He had already grown too accustomed to your presence there, and seeing you in your present state was driving him completely mad.

He lingered in the doorway of the bedroom, arms crossed and leaning his shoulder into the doorframe, his eyes scanning slowly over you as you lay there with the sheets pulled up to the nape of your neck and your back to him. He had known you for nearly five months, had deemed to call you his lover for two of them. You did have a tendency toward the silent treatment when you argued, as much as that drove him mad, but this was different. This hadn't come on the crest of any argument, and it clearly ran far deeper than that.

You weren't doing this to get under his skin. That was clear to see, and Mihawk was at a complete loss on how to approach it.

He gave a small growl of annoyance at the sound of his transponder going off in his pocket, digging the thing out and shoving it into his ear as he turned the corner into the hallway outside the bedroom you had all but made your tomb.

"Little busy," he said impatiently. "Make it quick."

The last thing he wanted to deal with now was the goddamned government.

"Oof. That bad, huh?" Mihawk's eyes darted toward the transponder, the pad of his index finger pressed against it to hold it in place as Vice Admiral Garp's gruff brogue went on in his ear. "I figured. How's the kid holding up?"

Mihawk furrowed his eyebrows, and then lifted one if them as he glanced back toward the doorway of the bedroom.

"What are you talking about?" he said slowly. Garp knew something, and the old Marine had an irritating tendency to withhold information.

"Sounds like ya know damn well what I'm talking about, Hawk-Eyes." His jaw set at a rigid angle, gritting his teeth, Mihawk considered for perhaps the thousandth time just pulling the transponder from his ear and tossing it out a window. "Your associate. I'd be willing to bet your old bounty that she's not doing the best right now."

"Is this a business call or are you truly this insistent on wasting my time?"

Mihawk cringed at the sound of Garp's laughter in his ear.

"Little of both," he said, amused. "Word came down to me that my grandson may have formed an alliance with Fire Fist Ace in Arabasta a couple days ago. Around...the thirteenth, I believe. Something I asked you to keep an ear out for personally. And it's not really like you to not know what's going on around the Grand Line."

"As I said, I'm busy," he said through his teeth. Mihawk had no intention of standing around being insulted—particularly not with you in your current state. "My apologies if I haven't been babysitting your grandson closely enough for your liking."

"I can handle my own family affairs," said Garp. The amusement dropped from his tone as he went on. "This is more of a personal call. Your associate. I'm checking in. I imagine this hasn't been a good week for the girl." Mihawk remained silent, his eyes shifting to the open bedroom doorway once again, waiting for Garp to continue. He had no intention of letting on to anyone in a place of authority just how much he had come to care for you—not when they could very easily use it against him, threaten you to gain further control over him. "The sixteenth will mark ten years since the day she witnessed her home destroyed."

And today was the fifteenth.

That put quite a few things into perspective.

Mihawk leaned back against the wall behind him, pinching at the bridge of his nose as a slow sigh left his lungs.

"She's barely moved in three days," he said finally, quietly to ensure his voice didn'treach your ears—if you were even capable of listening right now. "Or spoken."

"Aye, I figured." Garp let out a heavy sigh himself. "I don't like to admit the failures of Marines any more than any other of my comrades, but...what Admiral Vesper did ten years ago was an insult to what we're supposed to stand for. I'd have seen the man executed a thousand times over for it if I could have. It was a goddamned massacre. All but, anyway, since he left her alive. I can't imagine how the poor girl even sleeps at night, honestly."

You didn't sleep well. Mihawk had noticed that from the start. Your hours of unconsciousness were frequently plagued with nightmares that you claimed not to remember, but he was sure you had to remember some of them. He was sure of it from the distance that lingered in your eyes some mornings as you sipped a cup of coffee or tea, from the way you spaced out and barely heard a word anyone spoke to you.

"I would like the coordinates of the island," Mihawk said after several long seconds, still rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

"There's nothing there. Her village was destroyed. It's just a rock in the water at this point."

"I don't care."

He rolled his eyes when Garp gave a snort of laughter—but the man did at least rattle off the coordinates without any hesitation, as if there were a map sitting right in front of him.

"N 22°6'5.3535" by W 159°33'55.7474". I'll give you a minute if you need to write it down."

Mihawk definitely hadn't expected the vice admiral to have the coordinates all but memorized. He sighed, ducking around the corner into the bedroom where you still lay motionless several feet away. He crossed to the desk, and leaned over it, lifting a pen and pressing it to a pad of paper.

"Again," he said shortly, and he quickly noted down the letters and numbers as Garp repeated them. And he added, just as shortly as he set the pen down, "Thank you."

Garp gave a short laugh. "White roses and blue orchids." Mihawk's brow furrowed as he crossed the room, glancing at you before slipping out the door again, ascertaining that you still hadn't moved an inch. "Those were her favorites."

"Sounds as if you were fairly familiar with this pirate."

"Oh, quite a few men were. She wasn't called The Siren for no reason." He sighed, and chuckled a little. "But yeah. I guess I was more familiar with Helena than most."

Mihawk barely had a moment to wrap his head around the connotations of that claim before Garp spoke up again.

"If you're at Kuraigana and you take that eyesore you call a boat, you'll have about a twelve hour trip due East," he went on. "Probably best get going if you plan to make it there tomorrow."

And with that and nothing else, the call ended.

Mihawk pulled the transponder from his ear, staring at it for a moment in mild alarm, before pocketing it again, glancing toward the bedroom door to his right.

Garp was familiar with your grandmother. He couldn't help but wonder whether you were aware of that.

Now wasn't precisely the best time to ask, however. He had to find some way to coax you out of bed, to get you dressed and—

And you had, at some point, rolled onto your other side, so when he entered the room again you were facing him. Your eyes locked onto his as you lay there on the four poster bed with your hand tucked between your cheek and a pillow, and Mihawk stopped abruptly in the doorway.

"We have a job, I take it?"

For a moment, Mihawk remained silent, standing at the threshhold and simply staring at you. This was the first you had spoken in days with the sole exception of the occasional single-word reply. His eyes passed quickly over you—and then he gave a brief nod.

"Yes," he said, crossing the room to the wardrobe at your side of the bed.

He wasn't sure how you would react to the truth of the matter, but he had a sneaking suspicion that you would resist, and he preferred not to even erect that bridge, much less cross it. Ten years had passed and you had gotten absolutely no closure—however much it would hurt, you needed this.

"You'll need to bathe and dress," he said, pulling clothes out for you and setting them across the foot of the bed. "We'll leave within the hour."

You nodded, your eyes shifting away from his as you sat up, letting the covers fall away from you and standing. You were wearing one of his shirts, unbuttoned with nothing but a pair of black panties underneath, and had it not been for your despondent state at the present he wouldn't have been able to resist tearing them off of you and pushing you right back into bed.

Instead, he watched you pick up the clothes he had set out, head into the adjoining bathroom, and close the door quietly behind you.

This wasn't like you. None of it was. Your proneness to dry remarks and comebacks, your snide little smirks that infuriated and enticed him in equal measure—there had been absolutely none of it for days now, and it was getting under his skin like nothing else had in years. He took a seat on the bed, kicking off his boots in mild frustration and reclining back against the headboard, staring at the closed door you had just disappeared through.

Folding his hands over his stomach and listening to the sound of running water at the other side.

Waiting.

Thinking.

It would be both unfair and unsafe, he decided as you emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, not to give you some hint, some clue of his intentions. You were already dressed—at least half dressed, your shirt hanging open over a lacy black bra, a towel hanging around your shoulders to catch the water still beading in your damp hair. You paused in buttoning your shorts, meeting his eyes as he pointed at the edge of the bed next to him.

"Sit," he said, his tone light but commanding—halfway for the sake of observing your reaction.

You would often snap that you weren't a dog, roll your eyes at him, intentionally try to aggitate him; but now you simply sighed a little and did as you were told, taking a seat at the edge of the mattress, your hands resting at either side and your head declined to stare down at your knees.

"Here."

You glanced at him briefly when he held out a hand, and you placed yours in it after a moment. He tugged you down to him, across his chest, curling his other hand in your hair, searching your eyes and your face for anything.

And finding nothing. Not sadness, not anger, just a blank numbness that gave the impression you weren't even there. Despite the weight of your body, despite your forehead resting lightly against his, you were as good as a ghost.

He moved a hand to your waist, and your breath hitched in alarm when he flipped you onto your back, moving both of his hands to yours at either side of your head, entwining his fingers with yours to keep you there—to keep you from bolting, as you were so prone to doing when anything about your past came up.

"Were you planning on telling me what's going on, little one..." said Mihawk, lowering himself to his elbows, his forehead to yours, giving you nowhere to look but his eyes. He moved one hand over, brushing a thumb lightly across your bottom lip, "or do you prefer me hearing it from our Marine friend?"

Your eyes widened just a little at that—and your breath hitched again when he moved his thumb to your cheek and pressed his lips to yours in a brief, deep kiss. It had been days since he had gotten a single taste of you, and your lips were much too tempting to resist.

He felt your grip briefly tighten on his hand before pulling away, close enough that he felt the warmth of your slow, trembling sigh brush across his own lips. "Ten years tomorrow, isn’t it?" he asked quietly.

Your gaze shifted away in an instant, your eyes slipping shut. "It's my problem," you said quietly. "Not yours."

"You wasting away in bed for three days straight makes it very much my problem." You bit your lip for a moment. Swallowed. "We've had this discussion before. And not very long ago." A small shudder crept through you when he released your hand, trailing his fingertips down the length of your left arm, where your white sleeve hid the marks you had put there over the years yourself, marks of defeat. The freshest wound there still had yet to heal fully, and he could feel the bandages wrapped around your arm just above your elbow through the thin material of your shirt. "Hiding things does neither of us any good."

You gave a short nod, your eyes remaining shut, your breathing the slightest bit uneven as his fingertips brushed across your cheek and returned to your hand, slipping between your fingers. "S...sorry," you forced out in a whisper. "It's just...not really..."

"Don't apologize." You opened your eyes at this, meeting his gaze. "But next time something of this magnitude comes up..." A slow sigh left your lips as his brushed at the edge of your jaw, near your ear. "You'll tell me."

You gave another small nod.

"Good girl."

His eyes drifted down your body, your smaller form pinned beneath his, his fingers drifting across the bare strip of skin between the folds of your unbuttoned shirt, brushing over the soft lace at the center of your bra, barely grazing the edge of your breast. In any other circumstance he wouldn't have hesitated for a moment to tear it away from you right that second—but now wasn't the time. As much as he detested not being in control, that had to be on your terms for now.

So he left you with one last slow, deep kiss, his hand moving to wrap around your waist under your shirt and pull you against him for a moment, for as long as he could stand to, before parting from you and standing from the bed.

"Finish getting yourself ready," he said, pulling his own half-buttoned shirt over his head and off and laying it at the edge ofnthe bed. "We'll be traveling for a little over twelve hours, with one stop on the way. The sooner we leave, the better."

You didn't say a word as he crossed the room, dropping the shirt into a hamper by the wardrobe, but he heard you shift on the bed behind him. Heard the matress creek as you rose and crossed the room slowly, your bare feet a whisper against the cold stone floor, stopping just behind him.

He paused in taking down his long overcoat as your arms wrapped around him, your cheek pressed against the back of his shoulder.

"I am sorry," you repeated quietly. "I...I didn't know it would be this..." Your breath shook a little as you took a step closer, as he looked over his shoulder and saw only the crown of your hair from the way your head was turned. "It's been almost ten years, I shouldn't be...."

Mihawk sighed, letting go of his coat as he felt you trembling against him. This was still something he was entirely unaccustomed to—he had seen you in this vulnerable a state only once before, only a few short weeks ago, when he had caught you pulling the blade of one of your daggers across your arm. When you admitted you had been doing so for the better part of ten years—a tally mark, a physical reminder for every mistake you made.

After a moment, he took your wrists in his hand, pulling your arms away.

He turned to face you, curling an arm around your waist and pulling you against him, resting a hand near the crown of your hair to cradle your head against his shoulder, leaning back against the wardrobe.

"Have you considered that that's what happens when you spend a decade blaming yourself for something that was beyond your control?" he said lightly.

Your breath hitched and stuttered, your shoulders shaking as you struggled against the torrent of emotion you had been fighting off for more than three days. Fighting within your own head, leaving you so exhausted that you could do little more than lay in bed and stare at the wall.

"I—if I had stayed hidden like she told me to, she—she'd have—"

"No." It was a hard truth, but it was one you needed to hear. "In all likelihood, you both would have been killed amid the destruction." A small whimper escaped you as he moved his hand down, cupping your jaw lightly to lift your head. Your eyes snapped shut immediately. "Don't do that," he sighed, shaking his head. He lowered his own, resting his forehead against yours. "Look at me."

You clearly hesitated, swallowing, before allowing your eyes to slowly open, meeting his. He brushed his thumb lightly across your cheek, his eyes shifting for a moment to your lips as they trembled a little.

"I can replace most of the things I have in my possession." His sharp yellow eyes moved back up to meet your gaze, keeping his voice quiet, as gentle as the caress of his thumb across your skin. "You, my little bird, are not one of them." Mihawk moved his other hand to your shoulder, slowly pulling your shirt down to expose your left arm, his fingers grazing over the bandage wrapped around your delicate skin, across the scars. "I won't stand to watch you hurt yourself, be it with your blades or by any other means."

He saw as well as heard your breath hitch in your chest, your brows furrowing as your gaze softened.

And then your hands slipped from his shoulders, meeting at the nape of his neck as you tilted your head up to press your lips firmly to his.

You were impossible to resist, your breath shaking amid the fierce kiss. He pulled his arm tighter around you, tugging your shirt down your other shoulder, tossing it away onto the floor. His hands wrapped around your arms as he pushed you back toward the bed, pressed you back into the mattress as he bent over you.

His lips drifted away from yours, curling his fingers in your hair and tugging at the roots to turn your head and give him better access to your soft skin.

"I thought—" You gasped, arching your back as he pushed his hand up your waist, under the soft fabric of your bra. "You said—we need to leave soon—"

"It can wait," he growed into the crook of your neck. The soft moan that left your lips as his thumb brushed across your nipple was like music to his ears. "You've made me wait nearly four days." Perhaps it wasn't fair to phrase it in such a way—but it was the truth of the matter. He turned your head, his eyes burning into yours as he murmured against your lips. "Do you have any idea how much I've craved you?"

It seemed with that you had no further protest, no further questions—you simply gripped a handful of hair at the nape of his neck and crushed your lips to his, arching your back and moaning breathily into the passionate kiss.

He curled his arm under your back, deftly unhooking your bra, and had it ripped away from your body in seconds, shifting you further back onto the bed and trailing his lips down the column of your throat. He had no intention of punishing you, of making you wait—not this time. No, his only focus now was purely your pleasure; making you forget, if only for a brief spell, everything that had been tormenting you.

He lifted you off of the bed to pull one of your nipples into his mouth, his eyes shifted up to watch your head fall back against the comforter, your soft moans filling the sprawling bedchamber as his tongue swirled around the sensitive protrusion. Shifting to your other, a slow sigh leaving him as you arched your hips to grind against his knee between your thighs.

If you wanted more, then, oh, you were going to get it.

He trailed his fingertips down your stomach, quickly unfastened the buttons at the high waist of your shorts, and pushed his hand into them, under the elastic waist of your panties, spreading apart your folds.

Once more he pressed his lips into the crook of your neck, then again just below your ear.

"Yes," Mihawk breathed against your delicate skin as a soft cry left your lips, reveling at the shiver that crept through you, the way your clit twitched and throbbed under his touch. "Break for me, my darling."

You turned your head and pressed your lips to his, drawing in a sharp breath as your hips rolled slowly under his touch, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your breath left you in a soft whimper as your tongues swirled together between your lips amid the deep kiss, his dragging across the roof of your mouth before drawing back, your eyes glazed over in lust as your gazes met.

"More." Your soft, breathless whisper against his lips was almost enough to drive him into a frenzy—your fingertips trailing down the hard lines of his abdominal muscles, stopping at the buckle of his belt. "Please."

And that was enough.

He hated losing control, but goddammit, you made it utterly impossible for him to retain it.

In an instant he slipped his belt loose, shoving his pants down his hips as you kicked your shorts away. His gaze drifted down your body slowly for a moment, admiring every inch of you as if you were the finest work of art lying beneath him, just waiting to be vandalized and ruined.

He shifted you a bit further back on the bed, grasping one of your thighs and pressing it down against your chest.

The way you arched your hips when he thrust into you—the way your eyes rolled back and a quivering moan passed through your lips as the warmth of your tight, slick channel wrapped around him—the way you clung to his neck as he thrust intonyou again and again, your eyes glued to his and your nails digging into bis skin—to say he had been craving this, craving *you* would have been a grievous understatement. It was more than that now, an intrinsic *need* that he couldn't shake, one that he had felt so deeply with no one but you. Without even being consciously aware you had become an addiction—your body, your touch, your moans and whimpers and sighs and gasps, you.

You were wound so tightly from the brief teasing that barely a minute passed before your hips arched high against his, a deep, breathy moan leaving your lips as your thighs clenched around his hips and shook, as your walls clenched tight around his cock. He pulled himself up onto his knees, pulling you up with him, holding you against his chest as he pressed a hard kiss to your lips, groaning quietly into your mouth.

One of his hands found your hip, grasping your soft flesh hard enough to bruise as he tore his mouth from yours, eyes brimming with lust as he growled one quiet word against your lips.

"Again." He pressed his lips to yours again briefly, gripping the nape of your neck. Pressed his lips to your neck, your chest, lowering his hand to push one of your breasts up, kneading at the soft flesh as he guided your hips to roll onto him again and again, before you had even recovered from your intense orgasm. "I."

And again and again, almost as if you were made for the sole purpose of coming undone under his touch. Every one of your wordless moans and breathless whimpers fueled him, drove him wild, his lips trailing across every inch of your skin he could reach—across your chest, the soft swell of your breasts, down your smooth neck and across your shoulders.

Until he couldn't the any more, until the tension building in the pit if his stomach was too much to bear—until he gripped a fistful of your hair and pulled you down hard by your hips, crushed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss and thrust into you hard, shoving you down onto your back and pinning your hands over your head as he completely lost himself within you, his breath shuddering into a low groan that was drowned out by your breathless moans.

Your hips rolled together slowly on the crest of your shared euphoria, your breath leaving you in soft whimpers as his grip on your hands loosened, allowing you to lower one to brush your fingers back through his dark hair. A deep sigh heaved from his chest as his lips parted from yours, and he rolled onto his back, pulling you with him to lay across his chest.

His fingers combed down through your hair as you lay your forehead in the crook of his neck, both of your catching your breath. Mihawk lowered his head enough to brush his lips to your temple, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. "You're going to be the death of me, little one."

You swallowed, laying your cheek against his shoulder, your eyes closed as your soft fingertips caressed the back of his neck, the light touch sending a slight shiver down his spine—as did your breathless, whispered reply.

"I love you."

It wasn't something either if you said often. It had remained more or less of an unspoken understanding between the two of you since he first said it himself a few weeks earlier—and maybe that was why it seemed to have so much of an impact when the words were spoken aloud.

He turned his head and brushed his lips to yours, pulling his thumb across your temple to brush your hair behind your ear.

"I...love you."

The words still felt strange rolling off his tongue—strange, unfamiliar, but not wrong by any means. He tilted his head until his forehead touched yours, closing his eyes. It was the truth, a truth that was difficult to admit after years of solitude, but one that couldn't be left unspoken.

If Mihawk was to expect truth from you, he couldn't withhold it himself.

For sometime he just held you there against him, his arm curled around your back, his thumb brushing slow circles against your waist...and then he spoke.

"We're not going on an assignment." Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his in question. "Twelve hours east of here," he said quietly, slowly, "is the island where you grew up—no," he interjected, when your eyes widened and you began to pull away. He pulled his arm tighter around your back, his other hand at the nape of your neck, curling in your hair to keep you from pulling away. "We're going. You need to." The pain that dawned in your eyes was almost enough to make him relent—but he wouldn't. He couldn't. He shook his head. "You know you need to."

You swallowed, your gaze falling away from his. "I...I don't know if I can..."

"You can." He brushed his lips against yours, fingers combing through your hair, and you lifted your gaze back to his. "You..." He brushed his thumb across your cheek, his eyes boring into yours, "...are the strongest woman I have ever met—don't do that," he added in a lightly chiding tone when you rolled your eyes. He curled his hand around your chin. "You'd have to be strong to have such a chokehold on me, little one."

You rolled your eyes back over to his at that...and you gave a small, quiet chuckle, nuzzling your cheek against hid shoulder. "Touché." Your eyes flickered away for a moment, but returned to his quickly. "I just..." You swallowed, and shook your head. "There's nothing there. Just...a rock in the water."

Your claim echoed Garp's eerily—but the claim echoed just as empty as his had. The mere thought of that rock made your eyes fill with emotion, made your voice break. That rock was the final resting place of one of the most infamous pirates that had ever sailed the Grand Line—the woman that had raised you. Your trainer, your caregiver, your role model.

Your grandmother, the Siren.

"There's a lot more there than just a rock. I think we both know that." You swallowed again...and, after several long seconds, you nodded. Your eyes slipped shut and your breath hitched, and he combed bis fingers slowly through your hair. "We'll rest for a bit, and then we'll leave."

"Y...yes." You gave a short nod, and a slow sigh, your eyes opening to meet his again, full of renewed resolve. "Okay."

His thumb brushed across your cheek, his eyes glued to yours. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but pain was often a necessary catalyst in healing. He sighed slowly, his forehead touching yours.

"I love you."

Your eyes glued to his, you echoed his murmured words without a second thought.

"I love you."

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No One But Me

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It was only two weeks after Joel had seduced you at his house for the first time. You were too blinded by the excitement and secrecy of it all, far too naive to recognise the foreboding tone in his voice or the intensity of his hawk like stare. You were already falling in love with him - it was impossible for you to have recognised the first sign of Joel's true nature spilling through his facade.

"Can you believe it?" You had asked Joel, your eyes shining brightly. "Kate's brother found this old sewing box on a scavenger mission yesterday. He knows I wear ribbons in my hair, so he gave me this."

You whirled around to show Joel the pale pink satin ribbon entwined in your braid.

"Isn't it beautiful?" You had asked. "And it's my favourite colour, too."

You couldn't see the way Joel glared, his mouth in a tight line and his eyebrows pulled together in a frown. His jaw ticked.

You had no inkling that Joel had actually been exercising great restraint of his emotions in that moment, although if you looked back now, it would have been clear. He was annoyed, irritated that another man would gift you anything, even something as small as a ribbon. It ignited a flame of jealousy in Joel's skull to see that someone else could make you so happy.

You twirled back around to face him. "Do you like it?"

Joel nodded. His eyes roamed over your face in  contemplative silence before staring directly into your eyes.

"He ever try anythin' with you?" He had grunted.

Your brows creased and your lips quirked in amusement. "Matt? Kate's brother? No way."

Joel took a step closer to you and cupped the apple of your cheek in his large, calloused hand. You leaned into his touch and smiled contentedly at him.

"Take out your hair," he murmured, his eyes fixed on you.

"Huh? Why?"

"Like seein' your hair down," Joel said softly. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your forehead. "Looks real pretty, babydoll."

You lowered your eyes bashfully and obliged Joel's request. You reached behind you and pulled the hair tie from your braid, then unthreaded the pink ribbon from your locks. Joel stroked your cheek with his thumb and let out a satisfied hum.

"There ya go," Joel whispered. "Perfect."

When he kissed your lips with a deep and sensual yearning, the ribbon fell from your fingers and onto the kitchen floor.

******

Oscar was awakened by the sound of rain pelting against the roof of his home sometime around noon. He lay still, teetering between the dream world and consciousness, until the cloud of his dreams fully dissolved. The first thing he actively noticed when he was properly awake was the throbbing heaviness of his head.

Oh, God. What's going on? He wondered, brain muddy and limbs like lead. Am I hungover?

His eyes slowly flickered open. The pounding of history head and the lethargy inside his bones increased instantly. He shut them again tightly.

Yes, a hangover, alright. Fuck me.

Oscar groaned and lazily rolled off his stomach and onto his back, vaguely aware of the softness of his mattress underneath him, thankful that he atleast passed out somewhere comfortable.

He wasn't sure just how much he drank last night. He enjoyed a beer with the guys every once and a while but never got drunk, never crossed the limit of more than a couple drinks in one evening. Alcohol was never a vice Oscar indulged in. Judging by how sick his body felt right in this moment, he would have drank alot last night.

Joel had been the one coaxing Oscar into downing one drink after the other until he was just about falling off the bar stool. Oscar vaguely remembered staggering home sometime last night, Joel firmly gripping his bicep to ensure he wouldn't stumble. He wasn't sure exactly how he got inside the house and into his room.

But atleast Joel was right about one thing - being drunk had made Oscar's brain stop racing and replaying memories of the past over and over, even just for a few hours. The dreams of last night were not ones of screams or bloodshed but a blur of random scenarios all blending into one another. It almost made the hangover worth it. Almost.

He dared to open his bleary eyes again. His gaze wandered over to the small window opposite his bed and he watched the rain pouring down outside.

No library duty today, Oscar randomly thought.

He was grateful that he didn't have to work while nursing a hangover, partly because he didn't want you to see him this way. Oscar didn't want you to think he was a drunkard, a weak man who couldn't hold his liquor. He certainly wasn't an alcoholic - he didn't drink every day like some of the other men did. And he hadn't planned to get hammered last night, either. Oscar screwed his eyes shut and groaned again.

This fucking headache.

Oscar drew the blanket over his body and burrowed underneath it's warmth, where he eventually fell back to sleep.

******

Your body instinctively roused from sleep at your usual wake up time, unaided by the tinny clang of the alarm clock you forgot to set the night before. Your internal body clock had adjusted to this time after years of an established daily work routine in Jackson, and even after a fitful nights sleep, you were able to wake up around the same time every morning, sometimes only a minute before the alarm clock rang. You weren't necessarily an orderly person who relied on strict routine, but like many others in the town you found regularity helped instill some kind of purpose and stability in your life. It didn't matter if you weren't working every day of the week. Adhering to even a lose kind of structure and keeping yourself busy was key - this was something Maria and some of the older residents had taught you as you grew up in Jackson.

You yawned and scrubbed the sleep from your eyes. It took a few lazy seconds for your mind to properly wake up but when it did, the first coherent thought it conjured was Joel.

Joel.

Your eyes flew open and you bolted upright in your bed.

"Joel?" You spoke, voice rough from sleep.

Was he still here in your room?

Your head swung around in search of him dumbly, as if his hulking frame could be hiding somewhere in your small bedroom. But it was clear from the stillness and deflated energy of the room that he wasn't. There was no sign of him.

He was gone.

You couldn't help the pitiful way your heart sank inside your chest. Despite knowing just why Joel was absent from your bed this morning, you felt wretchedly alone. You felt used. Like you had been abandoned.

You swallowed thickly at the familiar pang of emptiness stabbing into your stomach.

Joel had to go. It was his duty, part of his role in Jackson to protect the town. You knew this. He would return once the mission was over, safe and sound.

Your hands smoothed over the empty expanse of the bedsheets where he had been, as if searching for evidence, some kind of memento proving his earlier presence. Instead you found nothing physical amidst the tangle of the sheets, only the lingering scent of his body, his musk.

You collapsed back onto the mattress with a thud and stared up at the ceiling, blinking away the tears that had begun to well in your eyes.

There had been many times during your time with Joel when he had left your bed before you awoke. Sometimes he snuck out of the cottage in the early morning hours because he had an early patrol. Sometimes it was because Ellie was home and he wanted to be there when she woke up. Whatever the reason for it, Joel's absence always hurt, tearing tiny pinpricks into the soft centre of your soul, leaving you with that ever present gnawing feeling of inadequacy in the root of your being. However, this morning that hurt was greatly exacerbated by the whirlwind of emotions Joel had evoked in you through his recent actions.

His behaviour and attitude over these last few days had left you dazed and disorientated. Joel had rejected you. It was he who refused to be in a proper relationship with you and to evolve into something more meaningful than sex. So why couldn't he let you go?

If he didn't want to give you what you wanted, why was he so obsessed with asserting ownership over you? Was it because Joel did care, did love you, somewhere deep down in his heart? Could it be why last night he showed you more tenderness than he ever had before?

You had so many questions to ask Joel but you knew even if you had the opportunity to ask them he would never answer you. Not sufficiently, not in the way you need them answered. He would probably just brush you off or argue with you or get mad again.

The intensity of his jealousy and rage haunted you. You still couldn't comprehend just how Joel had been so remorseless in his assault of you, how justified he felt in violating your body. The conviction burning in his eyes had scared you the most. Even now, the mere thought of his piercing stare made you want to shrink and hide away.

The juxtaposition of degradation and gentleness was profoundly confusing. The only thing that was clear was that Joel believed you belonged only to him. It made you feel as if you were an object that only he could manipulate at will. A plaything solely for him to fuck, to keep like a dirty secret, to desecrate.

You were ashamed that Joel had proven how weak you were. That despite his cruelty you would still love him. You would even open your legs for him and let him fuck you and make you cum like a pathetic slut. Perhaps that is all you were ever going to be - unworthy of love and only used as a fucktoy.

The convolution of it all made you want to sink your nails into your flesh and scream. You wanted so badly to go back to sleep and give yourself some kind of reprieve from the web of thoughts and emotions, but you had to get ready for work. You had to keep going.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rain hitting the roof of your cottage. You glanced at the window and saw the pounding torrent coming from the dull overcast morning sky outside. It brought with it a blanket of cold air that quickly enveloped the room and made your bare legs and arms shiver.

"Shit," you whispered with chattering teeth.

You hauled the blanket over your body and curled up underneath it, pulling your knees into your chest. You stared out the window and watched the droplets of rainwater slowly trickle down the windowpane.

You allowed yourself five more minutes under the comfort of your blanket before dragging yourself out of bed to begin your day.

******

The sky was cloaked in dark grey clouds and lent a subdued, melancholy quality to the atmosphere of the town that morning. You pulled the hoodie of your coat over your head as you began the walk to the small school building near the centre of town. It was still raining, albeit not as forcefully as it had been in the early morning. The ground was muddy and sludgy, making it necessary for you to wear your gumboots instead of your usual sneakers or boots.

The dreary weather reflected your mood aptly, you thought while you trudged on the path to school. With every step you took your pussy ached with discomfort, reminding you that Joel had been inside you and on-top of you only just last night. And despite washing your body thoroughly under the warm water of the shower this morning, you were sure you could still smell Joel under your fingernails, as if he had stained your skin.

You managed to teach your lesson at the school with some semblance of focus, despite the agonisingly slow ticking of the clock holding you captive. You willed yourself not to think of Joel and to just direct all your attention to the blackboard but it was impossible to do so for a prolonged period, especially when you overheard one of the children telling the others around him that a patrol had left this morning to scout for raiders.

"What are raiders exactly?" One student piped up.

"Bad guys who kill and steal!" The ringleader declared. "My uncle Troy is gonna use his rifle to hunt them away."

How did they know what was going on outside the safe walls of Jackson? You shouldn't be so surprised, you reminded yourself - children were curious and could be quite crafty, most likely acquiring information from spying on their elders or tiptoeing past adult conversations unnoticed.

"Children!" You reprimanded them sternly. You hoped they couldn't detect the slight strain in your voice. "That's enough. I don't want to hear any of you talking about anything other than entomology for the rest of the lesson. Got it?"

They nodded their agreement and were quiet and well behaved for the rest of the lesson. You loved the children and reveled in seeing their youthful faces become animated when learning something fun, when your patience was rewarded by their infectious smiles. The children were a consistent reminder of how precious life was and how important it was for you to help maintain the innocence of the children in the post outbreak world.

Despite your fondness for your students, you were deeply relieved when the school day finished and you could dismiss the children. When they cleared out of the room and left you alone at your desk, you savoured the silence and sighed a deep breath. You rubbed the sides of your temples with your fingertips and groaned. You were sitting on the edge of the chair, still avoiding direct contact with the healing skin of your buttocks.

It was only the first day of Joel's absence and you were struggling to keep yourself together.

"How am I going to do this?" You mumbled to yourself.

"Do what?" A voice spoke up, breaking through the silence of the room.

You gasped and turned towards the door. It was just Kate, watching you with a tilt to her head and a playful grin across her face. You sighed heavily and held your hand to your chest.

"Kate! Don't do that, you know I hate people sneaking up on me." You huffed.

Kate chuckled and strolled through the rows of desks with a drawstring bag slung over her shoulder. "Come on, you love it."

"You creep."

She pulled you in for a hug. "Come on, grouchy. You ready to head to my place?"

You hadn't forgotten the plans to meet at Kate's and work on Cassie's wedding gift. It was an old sewing box that was being restored and upholstered with satin lining, to be filled with some of Cassie's most cherished belongings. One of these items would be her deceased mother's bracelet, another would be a framed photograph, the only surviving picture of her family.

"Yeah, just let me tidy up my desk and lock up," you said.

You stood and picked up the chalk duster and started cleaning the blackboard. Kate stood at your desk and inspected the collection of papers and books sitting on-top of it.

"Bug Science?" Kate giggled, "Bet the kids love that shit."

"Yeah," you smiled to yourself. "Oscar found me one of the next installments so I can actually carry on with a proper lesson plan for once."

"Oooh, Oscar, huh?" Kate murmured. You recognised the teasing lilt of her voice, and when you whipped around to see her she was smirking and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes. "Can't two people just be friends?"

"Ofcourse," Kate smiled. "It's nice to see you being friends with a guy."

You frown. "What do you mean?"

Kate shrugged. "I swear you barely talk to any dude in town outside your cleaning shifts at the mess hall. You always seem nervous around them." 

You look away from her; you suddenly feel conspicuous and full of shame. You remember the anger in Joel's eyes at seeing you with Oscar, the bitterness laced in his accusations when he interrogated you in your bedroom.

"We are just work friends," you mumble, sweeping the chalk duster over the blackboard.

"Yeah, I know," Kate grins at you. "I heard you. I'm just saying that it's good you're making new friends. Now, hurry up and let's get going. Rhi and Jess are gonna be at my house soon."

Once you were done tidying the classroom you gathered your belongings and left the school together with Kate. You did your best to repress the whirlwind of thoughts plaguing your mind, not wanting your friends to suspect that anything was wrong. It was hard to push thoughts and memories of Joel aside entirely, even with being in the company of your girlfriends and focused on a common task. You still enjoyed the evening and rejoiced with them when the sewing box gift for Cassie was completed. And even when dinner time came around and you didn't feel like eating at all, you still went with them to the mess hall, letting yourself bask in the comfort of their laughter and lighthearted conversation.

It was 9pm when you said goodnight to everyone and started the walk back to your home. It had stopped raining but a cold breeze ripped through the muddy streets, whipping at your cheeks and cutting through the layers of your clothes. You tugged your coat tighter around your waist and marched along. You couldn't help but think of Joel, wondering if he was warm enough out in the open tonight. Was he thinking of you at all?

He is probably far too occupied hunting down the raiders, you idiot, you cursed yourself. Is there's anyone he would be thinking of, it would be Ellie.

Shit, Ellie!

You hadn't even considered Ellie and how she was feeling. She must be worried sick about Joel. You immediately decided to go check up on her.

You crossed the street and slipped between two houses to cut through to the adjacent street. Their home was only another block away from where you were, and it only took another couple of minutes for you to get there. Steeling yourself against the wind, you trudged up to the small front steps and knocked your fist against the door.

It didn't take long for Ellie to swing the door wide open. Seeing the solemn expression on her face, her wide brown eyes filled with worry, made your heart crumble.

"Hey," she mumbled.

"Hey, El," you said gently. "I heard Joel went with some of the others for patrol. I just wanted to check on you, see how you were going."

Ellie shrugged and looked down, shuffling her feet awkwardly. "Okay, I guess."

You reached out and gave her upper arm a small squeeze. "I'm here for you anytime, alright? If you need someone to talk to."

Ellie nodded and looked back up at you. "He's been on these kinda missions before," she said. "He's old but he's still a tough motherfucker."

You smiled softly at her candor.

"I just miss him, you know?" Ellie sniffed.

You sighed. Me too, you wanted to say.

"Do you wanna come inside?" She asked.

You nodded and she ushered you through the door and into the warmth of the living room. It didn't feel awkward being in Joel's house again, even with him gone; you had spent enough time here to be familiar with the nooks and crannies of the interior, with the smells and sounds, even with the quirks of the noisy upstairs bathroom pipe and the squeaky spare bedroom door.

"I'm actually gonna go sleep over at Uncle Tommy's to keep Maria company," Ellie explained as she shut the door behind you. "Just gotta pack some stuff before I go over there."

"That's a good idea. I'm sure Joel would agree with that." You state evenly.

Ellie snorts. "He still makes me lock the fuckin' door whenever I leave the house. He'd be pissed if I stayed here alone."

You give a shrug of resignation. "He's always been that way about your safety. You know he's just being protective."

Ellie rolls her eyes. "Yeah yeah."

"Can I help you with packing?" You asked.

"Sure. I gotta get some shirts from the laundry, my tooth brush....," she thought aloud as she counted on her fingers. "Actually, can you go to Joel's room and get me one of his shirts?"

Your body went rigid at the mention of Joel's room. "What? His shirt? Why?"

"He said if I ever miss him I could sleep with one of his shirts," Ellie mumbled sheepishly. "Said it would make me feel better."

Oh. That made sense. If only you had the chance to do that, too.

You swallowed and nodded. "Which one do you want?"

Ellie scrunched up her nose and shrugged. "Doesn't matter." She turned around and grabbed some comic books that were sitting on the couch. "They're all the same anyways."

You were grateful that Ellie was so comfortable with you and trusted you, that she thought nothing of asking you to pick one of Joel's shirts out from his bedroom on her behalf. You made your way up the stairs and creeped to Joel's room. You'd been inside his house many times before, had been naked in his bed more times than you could count, but you still felt a twinge of thrill at venturing into his private space, alone and without anyone around.

The door was already wide open. You slunk into the darkness of Joel's room and fumbled for the light switch. The glow of the ceiling light illuminated the room. It was sparsely furnished with only a dark solid timber dresser and a matching bedframe and mattress. His bed was neatly made. The window was shut and the curtains were drawn closed. The scent of Joel - sandalwood and pine - filled your nostrils and wrapped around your heart like a warm caress.

You entered his closet and trailed your fingertips along the row of flannel sleeves that hung from the shirts on the coat hangers. There were several flannel shirts of dark greens and reds alongside a couple of jackets and long sleeve button up cotton shirts. The material felt so warm and soft under your touch. You selected a green flannel from the middle of the bunch and slipped it from its hanger. You had always liked Joel in the green ones.

You were about the leave the closet when something on the shelf above the shirts caught your eye. A sliver of something white. You frowned and stood up on your tiptoes to see what it was. You spied the edge of a small white shoebox peeking out from around a stack of jeans.

What could it be?

You glanced back over your shoulder to the door outside the closet.

Ellie was still downstairs.

Surely you could just have a little look, right?

You turned back to the box and chewed your bottom lip in deliberation.

You didn't want to invade Joel's privacy. You really didn't want to snoop. But the curiosity was gnawing at you.

Oh, fuck it.

You pushed up as tall as your tiptoes would allow and stretched your arm high above you to reach past the jeans and grab the corner of the box. You were able to just catch ahold of it.

Yes!

You nudged it toward you and pulled it off the shelf. Still holding Joel's shirt, you held the box in one hand and lifted the lid off with your other hand, your heart pounding in your chest.

When you opened it, you frowned at the contents before you.

There was a scrap of lacy white material. It took a moment for you to recognise that it was actually a pair of your underwear. An old Polaroid camera. An envelope stuffed with something. A pink ribbon. A gold necklace with a pendant. A folded piece of lined paper.

Oh. The pink ribbon.

The ribbon Kate's brother gave you.

You hadn't seen it for so long - you had thought it was lost, perhaps coming loose from your hair one day and disappearing forever.

What was it doing in this box? And why was your underwear in there, too?

You were about to sift through the rest of the items but the sound of Ellie's voice calling your name came floating up the stairs. It made you gasp and frantically slam the lid back on the box.

"Coming!" You yelled back.

You stumbled onto your tiptoes again and shoved the box back ontop of the shelf and scurried out of the closet.

Shit shit shit.

Ellie was still in the living room shovelling things into a duffel bag when you returned downstairs.

"Got it," you smiled, trying to appear casual and not at all flustered at the discovery you had just made.

"Thanks," Ellie accepted the flannel from you and packed it into the bag. "Ya know, I miss your banana bread. You haven't baked for ages."

You chuckled. "El, it's only been a couple weeks."

"Yeah, that's forever! And that last batch of cookies? They were so good, Joel practically inhaled his share." Ellie laughed.

You couldn't contain the smile that broke out on your lips. "Oh?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "So can you make more? Like really soon?"

"Sure," you smiled softly. "Hey, that gives me an idea. How about we bake something special for Joel when he comes back?"

"Yeah, okay." Ellie gave you a little grin. "Sounds good."

When Ellie finished packing you insisted on walking her over to Maria and Tommy's house to ensure she got there safely. You eventually returned home, your cheeks red from the cold wind, and rolled into bed without bothering to change your clothes. You were tired and just wanted to sleep.

******

You didn't know what to think about the secret box in Joel's closet. It was perplexing, and it made you feel slightly uneasy. You found yourself trying to rationalise what you discovered; perhaps he found the ribbon and was going to return it to you later, and maybe he kept your underwear as a harmless souvenir, a physical reminder of the intimate tie you two share. Maybe Joel was secretly sentimental.

You didn't allow yourself to really think about it in depth. Instead, you vowed to throw yourself in work at the school and library without dwelling too much on waiting for Joel to return.

The weather was still overcast and miserable the following day when you had the next library shift. Bundled in your coat you were about to open the library door when it swept back, opening wide to reveal Oscar already inside.

"Quick, come in," he urged. "It's terrible out there."

"Thanks," you said as you shuffled into the library.

Oscar shut the door behind you. He was wearing a navy blue turtle neck sweater with jeans. He had removed his shoes and left them by the door, and you saw his sock clad feet peaking out from under the cuff of his jeans. You smiled to yourself at the casual domesticity of it. You peered down at your own feet and groaned.

"Damn, my boots are all muddy! I'm sorry."

You gestured down at your shoes caked in mud and the dirty prints of your soles on the floor.

"No problem, I'll clean the floor later." Oscar waved a hand dismissively.

"Okay," you conceded quietly, feeling a little shy. You shrugged your arms out of your coat.

"Anyway, good morning to you." He tilted his head slightly, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "How are you today?"

You laughed a little. "Good morning to you, too. I'm alright. How are you?"

Oscar scratched his chin and then smoothed his beard with the tips of his fingers. "I'm alright, too.  Just thinking about the next steps in our library makeover venture."

"Well, whatever you decide, I'll be here to help." You said as you squatted down and untied the laces of your boots.

"Couldn't do it without you, bookworm," Oscar grinned.

You and Oscar fell into an easy rhythm together, just like on your first shift. He continued painting the walls while you set about cleaning the library space from top to bottom.

Oscar had asked for you to eat lunch with him in the mess hall again but you adamantly refused, making some excuse about not wanting to leave the library. Undeterred, Oscar disappeared to the mess hall and returned balancing a serving tray with two serves of the lunch the cafeteria was serving that day. You laughed with surprise at his kind gesture, which made him grin even more. And from that day onward, whenever you worked at the library, Oscar would fetch lunch for you both and bring it back for you to eat together.

Over the next four weeks the friendship between you and Oscar progressively flourished. The hours you spent together on the library shifts were filled with discussions of extensive topics, ranging from philosophy to food, music and novels. As you got to know each other better, the more evident it was that there was a connection between you, a mutual respect and affection for each other. You had never felt such an affinity with someone before; an intellectual match with reciprocal emotions and ideas.

It was innocent. There was no hint of romance or sexuality in your interactions, none of the flirtatious kind of repartee you often saw your friends exchange with men at the Tipsy Bison. You weren't accustomed to close friendships with the opposite sex but the sincere nature of Oscar's friendship was comfortable. You valued him for his thoughtfulness and wit, his kindness and his humour. Oscar seemed to appreciate your thoughts and ideas, always asking for your opinion on things. It made you feel important, worthwhile, seen.

Sometimes townsfolk came to the library looking for books on a particular topic, and occasionally some of the children would stop in to read the small collection of picture books and comics the Jackson library possessed. They all complimented on how bright and clean the small building looked now.

The library had always been your sanctuary, and now with Oscar's company there, it felt like your second home. Seeing the results of your efforts gave you a sense of accomplishment and pride. You wished Maude could see it. When you verbalised this to Oscar, he suggested you both visit her after work together; and you did, much to her delight.

You didn't see each other outside your library duties. Oscar had returned to the stables for work duty on the days he wasn't at the library, and you were busy teaching the children. You found yourself wishing you could see Oscar to tell him about the funny things that happened during the day, or about some random fact you had learned while reading.

Gradually over the month, you noticed tiny changes within yourself. You were whistling more often. That you wanted to read more. Your appetite improved greatly and you actually felt hungry. You were able to look at your reflection in the mirror without instantly seeking out your flaws.

You still missed Joel. You still dreamed of his handsome face and his hands on your body, still craved the taste of his mouth and the saltiness of his skin. His absence had only made you crave him more, outweighing your sadness and hurt and compartmentalising it into the depths of your mind.

So when Ellie came running up to you one afternoon while you walked home, squealing that Joel and the patrol group had radioed that they were on their way home, you rejoiced.

You wanted to shower him with kisses and slide into his lap and fuck him, feel him inside you once again, show him how much you missed him.

Had he missed you, too?

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[kosije]

a/n: never have unprotected sex with strangers! only read about it <3 also this is a old work i just added a bit onto...

cw: mdni, mechanic!hawks x fem!reader, use of doll/ma'am/miss, unprotected sex, missionary, pretty vanilla, simp behavior by hawks, reader calls him keigo, corny dialogue, horrible capitalization (im so srry), probably wont edit this lol...

It's been hours. It's been hours and you're dripping sweat despite the multitude of cold drinks you've ingested from the vending machine in your local auto care. You just took your car in for an oil change and regretted not getting a bus ride back. The more the round clock above the register desk clicked, the more impatient you're getting and the smell of gasoline was hurting your head. After bobbing your leg up and down a little more, you decide to just go out and check on your car.

"Hey! Uh, my car was scheduled to be done 30 minutes ago. Is there any way I can check on it right now? Do you have an ETA of some sort?"

The receptionist, a dark-haired boy with a red choker, looks up empathetically before clicking his keyboard.

"Sorry miss, I dunno much about that, but let me call up your mechanic. What number are you?"

"3389"

"3....3....8- oh Hawks is working on that one! I'll call to see if you can get buzzed in, but no need to worry. He is our fastest and most skilled mechanic, so your car will be good as new as soon as he's done."

The boy's voice becomes the slightest bit animated and you feel your annoyance tone down. But you didn't care if it was "good as new," just as long as you could get home safe.

"Okay, thank you."

His fingers quickly punch into a corded phone before a voice comes on the other line.

"He said it should be done in 2, but you're more than welcome to go in."

You nod and thank the teen before stumbling past wired gates and stray cigarettes before finding your car. It looks damn good. Originally a somewhat hand-me-down from your mother to yourself, it was always beautiful on the outside. The silhouette was a classic thing. real sleek and "real groovy" according to your mother. But the upsides stopped at the exterior.

The ac was loud, and the radio was spotty. Even the leather seats were chipping, despite the multitude of repairs you've paid for out of pocket.

But now the car looks brand new. The shell of your car is clean and shiny. When you open the door, you're pleasantly surprised by the smell of musky cologne and your clean linen car freshener, and even more surprised when you can't see where the patches of missing leather are. you almost let yourself smile before realizing this might be a scam to force you to pay for the advancements.

You're too busy peeking into your interior to notice another person walking up.

"Is this ya car, or you lookin' for a ride to jack?"

You flinch slightly but recover yourself well enough to turn to face the deep voice and a rush of heat flushes over you. Sharp amber eyes run over your figure as you busy yourself with getting a good look at the man leaning against the bumper of your car. messy blonde hair, healthy tan, scruff, and muscular. All things you like, except (so far) his personality.

"And you are?"

"The mechanic, doll," He replies in a "duh" voice, slipping his arms out of his dirtied blue denim overalls and crossing them over the other. You don't miss how his biceps flex slightly at the gesture.

"You got anything else to ask, or are you jus’ gonna keep checking me out?"

"I wasn't checking you out."

"Whatever makes you feel better," He laughs, walking up only to lean on the steel table behind you.

"Look this is my car-" He cuts you off by reading your name off a stray paper that has dirt and oil on it, raising an eyebrow and you nod a confirmation.

He offhandedly purrs something about the name being pretty, and you have to consciously ignore the burn in your cheeks.

"Just tell me how much the repair is gonna cost," the question comes out with a sigh, and now it's your turn to cross your arms. It's done out of attitude, but when his eyes lower to focus on your chest, electricity trickles down your spine.

"You gonna answer or keep checking me out?"

coughing and readjusting himself on the table, he tells you $110.

"Are you kidding? The oil change was 60!"

"I did a whole lot besides an oil change, doll"

"without my consent! This has got to be illegal!" 

"Well, how about this?" he says, moving closer to you, and you can now see just how much he dwarfs you in size. "You pay $40 bucks, and let me take you out to dinner."

well... that wasn't something you were expecting.

"I don't know you."

"I know."

"You don't know me."

"Let's change that then." He says. The smirk he has is toothy and could almost be seen as sweet if he didn't just try to scam you out of $50. After another beat of silence, he talks again.

"Don't be brutal, doll. You know you're just as excited to see where this goes."

"I don't usually date scammers." You finally say, but it's meek and you instantly regret it because all he does is smile wider.

"There's a first for everything."

... 

You don't know why you agreed and gave him your number and address. But you did. You also don't know why you're wearing such an expensive dress and perfume. Or why you're putting on makeup. But you are. It was all too elaborate for a one-off date with a random man. Nevertheless, here you were, crouching down to put your bobby pins in your hair because your dress didn't allow for enough movement.

There are three quick knocks at your door before you hear Hawk's voice. 

"I'm starving, doll. Don't leave me like this." 

Bastard

You quickly give yourself a one-over and head to the door. When you open it you see Hawks, except he looks different. His hair is neatly brushed back, and he swapped his stronger cologne for a much more elegant one that matches even better with yours. simple suit and tie with square-cut earrings.

"you look good" he looks better than good, but you don't wanna say anything that'll inflate his ego more.

"you look perfect," and he punctuates it by saying your name instead of 'doll' and you like the way it sounds more than you thought.

Hovering over you now with one arm on the doorframe. He stretches out a hand with a small grin.

"May I? " You place your hand in his.

"You May."

...

5 things you've learned about Hawks Keigo so far

1. his real name is Keigo, hawks being a nickname he got in his youth because of his speed and eyes

2. his hand is much larger than yours

3. he has great taste in restaurants

4. his favorite food is yakitori (a new favorite of yours too)

5. he's ready to go back to your place

"How was your food?"

"It was actually... great"

"C'mon, don't act all reluctant! This restaurant has never done me wrong!" He says as you shift the air conditioner to fan your face and turn the radio up a bit.

"Right, yakitori connoisseur. I can see why you'd take your dates here."

"You're the first." He says emphasizing the last part with a sly look over to your spot in the passenger seat of his Mercedes. It's an admission that has a smile threatening to find a home on your lips, but you turn your head to face outside the window and he chuckles knowingly.

"Or are you saying this should now be the spot? Cuz I could make that work."

"You sure know how to ruin a mood." You're laughing at his feigned hurt expression as he steers with one hand while the other goes over his heart.

"How rude!" He says before the hand over his heart falls to your thigh and suddenly you're hyperaware of how warm he is. "I'll make sure this spot is special to just you."

If the hand on your thigh wasn't enough, the sincerity of his tone has you reeling and reaching over his middle console to kiss him. Soft, short, and sweet on his cheek. You can hear his breath hilt and the smell of his cologne is stronger. When you pull back, you can see the mark of your lipstick on his cheek. And his hand squeezes your thigh tighter.

"You're driving me crazy, doll."

"...was that a pun because you're driving?"

"What?"

"I said-" 

he dramatically turns up the radio and you roll your eyes when he excessively mouths 'I can't hear you!' 

"YOU'RE LUCKY THIS SONG IS GOOD!" you yell into his ear and he laughs, drawing circles onto your thigh with his thumb. The ride back to your apartment is shorter than you'd like, but at least he walks you up to your door, right?

"I don't usually invite scammers into my house."

"yeah?" he asks, hands already on your waist and head tilted.

"but there's a first for everything, isn't there?"

"id like that," he says, smiling down at you as you walk backward into your living room.

His lips are feverish on yours, tongue exploring as deep as it can into your mouth until his and your lips are purple and swollen before drawing purple bruises all over your neck and chest, just over your tits. Your body is hot and you hurriedly pull your arms out of your dress and shimmy it off-eliciting a pleasured hum when he finds that you're not wearing a bra- as he quickly tosses his button-up and jacket before his lips are back onto yours. Your hands wrap around Keigo's neck and his hands cup under your ass and lift you up.

"First door on your right." 

Following your instructions, he walks with you to his arms to your room and tosses you on the familiar sheets of your bed.

"Do you want this?" he asks, hands working on his belt

"Please."

His jaw clenches, and in a second he's bare in front of you.

And big. Much bigger than you think you can take. Thick veins wrap around his cock and you can tell he shaved just for tonight. He runs a finger up and down your clothing slit. Your lips part and a soft sigh rolls off your tongue.

"Don't be a tease."

"Yes ma'am," his finger hooks on the edge of your lace panties and slides them off before running his cock up and down to gather your slick with a quiet groan. Without warning, he slides into you, and you're both vocal. after letting you adjust to his length, he slowly starts moving inside of you, then faster and you're whining around him.

"so pretty," comes out a gasp when his hands pull your legs over his shoulders.

"yer so pretty. And yer the tightest lil' thing I've ever had. Why don't we make an h-habit of this, hmm?" 

"The sex or–fuck–dinner?" You ask, trying to slow the coil in your gut with deep breaths.

"Both."

"That sounds like dating." 

"It's not–shiit"

"How so?" You ask, moaning into the back of your hand when he switches his angle and hits that spot that has you seeing stars.

"You don't date scammers," he says and you would laugh if you didn't have drool sliding down the side of your mouth. His eyes flicker to it and when he licks it up, only to kiss it back into your mouth, and your nails find his back and rake over the skin in an attempt to ground yourself.

"So...what...' bout...it," he asks between kisses and you roll your eyes. When you don't answer, he grunts and stalls all movements.

"What-"

"Answer me and I'll move." 

His eyes widen as he watches you move up and down on your own.

"Stubborn," he whispers out, still wide-eyed when his lips split into a grin. "you won't be able to fuck yerself the way I do it. So just be good 'nd-"

"Yes." you bite out. Your pride feels robbed, but you can tell he's right when you feel your stomach ache.

"Yes, what?"

He's moved again, but it's too slow for your liking and leaves you irritated. You're exactly where he wants you, and so—reluctantly — you mutter:

"Let's make this a habit!" 

An uncharacteristically soft hand cups your cheek and your stomach twist.

"I knew you could be good for me," he says, lips pressing into the side of your mouth and you're writhing. 

Speeding up again, you feel that familiar flame of pleasure ignite within you and tangle your hands into his blonde strands. The room is filled with slaps and moans and if you weren't so fucked out, you might've been able to hear your headboard knocking against the wall and how the mess of your nightstand slightly bounces from the source. Praises are whispered in between messy thrusts and you try your best to focus on the sweat running down your back to let the feeling of him inside you last longer, but your toes are curled and can taste blood from how hard you’re biting down on your lip. 

“Don't shy away now, I love that pretty voice of yours,” and his face looks so much in ecstasy that when his tip hits that spot in you again a pornographic moan leaves your lips, and the flood of pleasure hits you is as foreign as it is blissful. You almost gave no control of yourself. barely hushing yourself, barely able to unravel your legs from around his hips, all too consumed in your high. But Keigo is no better. When your legs ease the hold around his hips, he hurriedly pulls out, but not fast enough, and globs of white spray onto your pussy and all over your chest, even up to your neck. He can only pump himself a few more times before he's falling on top of you with a huff, knocking the air out of you. 

"U-P!" you gasp out, hitting his chest until he rolls over with a sheepish look.

"'M sorry," is all that he says before narrowing his eyes when you giggle.

"Didn't know nutting took that much energy out."

"me neither," he says, joining in on your giggles with a squawk-like laugh that makes you laugh even harder. "I've never come that hard."

"I'm flattered." You purr, smiling up at the ceiling. "I don't think ill be able to walk for a couple of days myself."

And you were joking, but when he laughs and hoists himself up with a hand on your thigh, the soreness humbles you and you realize there's more truth to that statement than you care to admit. You point to the bathroom and he nods, disappearing and reappearing with a damp rag and cleans you up. 

"How do you like your baths?"

"Warm." you twitch when he wipes over a sensitive part, earning a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

When he's done, he moves back into your bathroom and you can hear him turn on the faucet, and you stretch to your legs until the water is turned off and he's scooping you into his arms. When you've finished, he offers to carry you back to bed, but you insist on getting back on your own, even if your legs felt a bit wobbly. You slip into something comfortable while he puts on what he had on before, only now it's wrinkled. You expect him to leave immediately after he's dressed.

"what are you going to watch me sleep?"

"just waiting for you to invite me to stay the night"

"not gonna happen," you say and laugh at the way he pouts. "next time, maybe." And now you're laughing harder at how quickly his expression changed to a smile.

He leans down to kiss you long and slow, pulling away to leave a peck on your cheek. 

"Same time next week?" he asks, giving you another peck, this time along your cheek. You mumble an affirmation, eyes blissfully shut as his lips move to our neck.

"and the one after that. " And he's grinning against you again when he says this.

"Overzealous, don't ya think?" not missing the glint in his eyes when they meet yours again. Same gold that seems to shimmer close up.

"Just makin' a habit of it." Is all he says, same beautiful eyes looking down at you, same lopsided grin, now pretty purple marks on his neck. 

And all you can do is say,

"okay, same time next week."

#( ☆ ) mha #( ☆ ) smuts #mha hawks #what r u guys listening to on the radio tho??? #keigo smut #keigo x reader #hawks smut #hawks x reader #mha smut #mha x reader #my hero smut #hawks gives Tony! Tony! Tony! during sex...

[macabrecake]

HI CAKE IM HERE WITH AN RE6 LEON IDEA: Maybe during the plane ride to China, Leon finds out that reader was severely injured (perhaps has broken ribs or a stab wound/gash) and was trying to hide it until she suddenly coughs/throws up blood, and he takes reader to the bathroom to help her out/scold her when reader is like "i didn't want you to worry about me, boss" skssswidbdid maybe rookie! Reader? loVE YOU <3 MWAH

YES! LOVE ME SOME PROTECTIVE RE6 LEON! This took a minute and I'm sorry about that but here ya go! ❤️

Leon's eyes are sharp. Some could even joke that his gaze could very well put a hawk to shame. Even if it weren't a joke, you'd believe it. So the moment you found that deep red splotch on your gloved hand, and tasted copper on your tongue, after you coughed- you knew you were fucked. Because if you could see it, then Leon definitely could see it too. And you would be correct when the man sitting across from you is up in a flash and quickly hauling you off to the airplane's bathroom without a word.

Only Leon could ever make silence still seem utterly loud.

You swore you were gonna tell him sooner, but the mission took so many unexpected turns you weren't sure when would've been the right time. Now you can't even bring yourself to lock eyes with the blonde agent while he works on cleaning and bandaging the wound inflicted to your side. Which was bigger than you originally thought- feeling him have to slightly move your bra upwards more to disinfect the whole thing. Not that you have to risk being burned by Leon's intimidating stare anyway, just by the tone of his voice, you know he isn't happy.

"What the fuck were you thinking not telling me about this?" He speaks lowly while wrapping the gauze around your torso, while you keep your shirt out of his way and sit quietly. Feeling so small before him. "I mean for Christ's sake y/n. Your whole side is a mess, you could have broken ribs, and possibly an infection. Yet you're treating it like it's a damn paper cut." You lightly flinch, but not from the pain, Leon normally uses nicknames when addressing you. Things like- Rookie, Sunshine, Princess, and Little Miss.

It's not often he uses your actual name. Let alone say it with such anger. That's what truly sets in stone that you really messed up. Eventually, once you're wound is fully dressed, Leon steps away and crosses his arms, still glaring at you and waiting for an explanation. "Answer me, agent..."

His command makes you tense up slightly before releasing a small sigh as you finally pick your head up to try and at least glance at him. "I wasn't sure when would've been the right time to tell you. I mean the President's dead and now the three of us are fugitives." You explain with a sense of defeat, your eyes quick to fall away from your superior and look at the floor instead, your tone growing quieter. "There's already so much you have to worry about. I didn't want you to worry about me too."

The angry crease in Leon's brows soften at your answer as he uncrosses his arms. Feeling a pang of guilt for snapping at you now. He could say you shouldn't hide things like that just for other people's sake, but that would make him a hypocrite. The man knows he'd do the exact same thing. Hell, he's never stopped doing that. Leon slowly moves back towards you in order to help you slip your weapons harness back on, being careful to not make it too tight against your side.

"You know, I've been given orders to make you one of my top priorities. So it's technically my job to worry about you." The agent muses, his tone softer now. Letting a small smile tug at his lips when you fully look up at him. "Meaning, don't hold out on me when you're hurt like this. Especially if it's this severe. Just... Talk to me, ok?" He asks, bright blue eyes holding a silent plea as his thick fingers somehow find their way to be intertwined with your nimble ones. You'd both glance down, but find that neither you nor Leon would let go right away, if anything you lightly squeeze his hands with a smile and nod. "Ok."

The agent mirrors your smile before reluctantly letting his fingers retreat to help you off the counter and opens the bathroom door for you. "Now let's go kick Simmons' ass." Your smile breaks into a full grin, more than ready to take that bastard down, "Yes sir!" Your excitable response rewards you with a chuckle from Leon as he follows you back to your seats. Little do you know, the government never actually gave Leon those orders. But that isn't stopping him.

You're his main priority.

#this took an embarrassing amount of time #but better late than never #plus writing Leon being alittle mean only because he deeply cares and wants to protect is something I actually don't do often #i should write it more 😌 #just protective Leon in general #i need ALL of it #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #re6 leon

[theemporium]

maybe a Ceo!Sirius x fem reader but she's also the heiress of a great family(please let her name be cordelia) and yk,enemies to lovers

Thank you and I loooooooove your writings

Keep you the exception and fantastic work<33

i don't really give my readers any other names, sorry! but thank you for requesting!🖤

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“You brush up nice.” 

“Wish I could share the sentiment.” 

“At least I know your personality hasn’t changed.”

Black and Sons was a name known throughout the country. An empire in itself, one that had made billions over the generations it had run through. There wasn’t a person in the country, maybe even countries beyond that didn’t know the company. It was plastered on billboards and magazine covers and radio stations alike. It was one of the top companies in the world. 

But not number one. 

No, that spot was shared with another family business—one not as flashy or attention-seeking as the Blacks’ to put their name over everything they can but one that proved more than enough times over the years that it was tough competition. 

For years, the companies had competed in different revenues and business ventures. For years, it had been family head against family head. And for years, it had always been cut close. 

It was no different for you and Sirius Black. 

Both heirs to empires that you had spent your whole lives preparing and being disciplined for, your paths had crossed more than enough times over the years as you grew up. But unlike everyone else in your families who could keep public meetings civil and polite, you and Sirius were at each other’s throats from the first time you met the boy when you were young and wild and prepared to go to war over the five year old putting shrimp down the back of your dress. 

It had only escalated from there. 

The harsh glares from across the room when you were thirteen. The snarky remarks when you were sixteen. The arguing and goading and pestering as you both reached adulthood, years away from taking over the businesses yourselves. 

Nobody could quite understand the hostility between you and the eldest Black son, not even your own family who knew very well how deep the rivalry ran between the families. No one could understand why Sirius Black got under your skin, or why you got on his nerves so much.

Not even yourselves. 

“I am surprised you even showed up today,” you commented casually as you kept your back to the wall, eyes scanning the crowd of future business partners like a hawk as you sipped your wine. 

Sirius raised his brows. “And why wouldn’t I be here?” 

“Because your drunk face was plastered all over page seven this morning,” you told him with an innocent smile, but your eyes gave away just how pleased you were with his humiliation.

“Someone had to take your spot after your last bender,” he shot back, taking a long swig from his glass. 

“At least my damage control doesn’t consist of shabby, staged photos being taken in food banks,” you scoffed. 

“No, you just prefer puppy adoption centres,” he said with a feline smile on his face.

But there was another dynamic that nobody would ever understand between you and Sirius. 

Nobody would understand that despite the way you spited and provoked and spurred each other on in public, and no matter how many glares and insults you would throw at each other during these high-end events that would have multiple eyes and cameras plastered to you, that each one of them would end just in the same way.

In the same way that it had after that first night when you were both nineteen, drunk and completely helpless to the tension between you. 

“You’re a prick,” you groaned against his lips, impatiently tugging on the knot of his tie as it seamlessly came undone under your touch.

“And you’re a bitch,” he retorted, his hands grabbing the globes of your ass through the tight-fitting dress you had been teasing him in all night as he nipped your bottom lip.

“Put that mouth to good use, would ya, Black?” you muttered to him, your fingers tangling in between the locks of his long, black hair as his lips travelled down the column of your neck and down to your tits as he pulled at the fabric of the dress. 

“Only if you can keep yours shut, love.”

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[sunshinevanfleet]

butterfly - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: i'm back with more jake angst. i swear to y'all angst is just my favorite genre to write with him idk why it just fits him so well!!!! i promise i love him i'm gonna write some fluff with him soon. lol. anyways, my requests are open if you feel so inclined. as always, let me know your thoughts. love ya<3

genre: angst

word count: 2k

warnings: sadness, allusions to sex, swearing

 A sharp gasp sounded from your lips as you saw the figure behind you in the mirror. Your hand still hung halfway in the air, the earring you were putting in forgotten as you eyed the man behind you. Slowly, you spun around on your stool to meet the eyes of your surprise guest. He stood there, smirking as if you had been expecting him to show up all night. As if you had been waiting there just for him, all prim and pampered in anticipation for his arrival. 

His soft gaze drank in your figure, your bare legs exposed up to the thigh underneath your silken robe. You crossed one leg over the other, trying to shield some of your exposed skin from his curious eyes; there was a whisper of mischief hidden behind those soft eyes– you would expect nothing less from him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, voice quiet. You resumed putting in your earring, the jewelry catching the light that spilled in from the hallway behind him. He tilted his head at you, as if you were asking a ridiculous question.

“Just missed you,” he answered simply. He shrugged.

You sighed heavily, your body relaxing as you turned back to your reflection in the vanity. You eyed yourself; you had carefully applied your makeup, smudging your eyeliner to make it just the right amount of messy. Your vintage earrings glinted in the light, complimenting the dainty necklace shining around your neck. Hanging on the door to your closet, your dress was just waiting for you to put it on before you left for the night.

“You always have wonderful timing, Jacob,” you said, voice hinting at sarcasm. “I didn’t know you still had a key.”

He smiled. You briefly met his gaze in the mirror behind you. He was so intense, just lurking there, watching you. Goosebumps trailed over your body, rising first on your legs and snaking up your back and neck. He always had this effect on you, turning you into a blubbering shy mess under his observant eyes.

“Me neither,” he agreed. “Found it in my old guitar case. It’s the little old skeleton key. Always thought it was endearing that you got the locks specially made, just because of that.”

You flushed beneath the layer of cosmetics on your skin. He was always saying little things that hit you right where it stung. It was the reason why you had to stop speaking to him completely after your break up. He knew you like the back of his hand; how could you resist someone that knew every little thing that was special in your life? Every little detail about you…

“Glad I know where the spare is,” you said, jokingly. It was the easiest way to deflect, to try and ignore the way his words made your heart pound. “I’ve been living with one house key for over a year now…”

His little smile quickly disappeared, and he shook his head. “Has it really been that long? Over a year?”

You nodded solemnly. Forcing your eyes away from Jake, you found it more difficult to look yourself in the eye. Here you were, sitting still with your broken heart while the one person that you knew could fix it was watching you like a hawk. But it was never that simple.

“It has.”

The two of you were quiet for a minute. His eyes followed you as you reached for the dress hanging on the doorway. Out of habit, you reached to untie your robe, then realized it was no longer appropriate to change in front of him. Your grasp faltered as you entered your bathroom, leaving the door cracked behind you. His presence was too distracting for you. Your fingers trembled as you pulled the zipper up as far as you could, then you stepped back out into the bedroom. He was now sitting on the bed, looking very out of place in what used to be your shared bedroom. After things ended, you gutted the place and redid everything. Only a few things of sentimental value remained. 

“C’mere,” he said softly, “I’ll zip you up.” He stood and approached you.

Turning around, you swept your hair off of your shoulders and exposed your back to him. You shivered as his warm hand grazed the skin of your lower back, fingers trailing alongside the zipper. You chewed on your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes shut as he zipped it with excruciating care. You wanted to thank him, but were afraid of what your voice would sound like if you spoke. 

The silence was beginning to kill you when he finally finished. You smoothed the front of your dress, and turned to face him.

“Jake– I… You shouldn’t be here.” 

“You’re going to see him.” His voice was suddenly darker. Jealous. There was a flicker of deep emotion behind his dark irises; he was hurt, and you hated yourself for it. A whole year came and went without him, and you were still tearing yourself apart over him. Over that look in his eyes. 

“I am,” you said thickly. “I can’t see you, Jake, please. You need to go.”

He visibly winced at your words. You tried to ignore the pang in your chest, ignored the urge to pull him into your arms and comfort him. It wasn’t right. 

“I know, doll,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I just– I wanted to give you something.”

He began to rummage around in his jacket pocket for a moment, digging past his jingling keys and change, before pulling something small out and holding it out to you in the palm of his hand. The tiny parcel was wrapped painstakingly in a layer of delicate brown paper, and a thick layer of bubble wrap. You carefully grasped it, trying not to graze his hand with your own. You wouldn’t be able to handle your skin touching his again. 

“What is it?”

He smiled sadly. “I’m not telling.”

You mirrored his expression. This all felt like a flashback to the past; he was a supreme gift-giver, always showering you with tiny trinkets and little things that reminded him of you. Every time he came home with a surprise, you always asked him what it was. He would never tell. You hated how easy it was to fall back into an old routine with him. How easy he made it to stay in love with him. 

With delicate movements, you unwrapped the little parcel. It was slightly smaller than the size of your palm as you opened it; tears filled your eyes as you finally saw the gift. In your hand sat a little butterfly figurine, carefully made of glass. Its crystalline wings cast tiny, glittering windows of colorful light onto the skin of your palm. It was exactly the kind of thing you adored; you had a shelf on the far wall full of little thoughtful gifts like this from Jake.

“Jake…” your voice quivered, and you shook your head as you tried not to cry.

“It reminded me of you,” he said softly. “Sometimes, I think everything reminds me of you.”

You were teetering on the verge of tears. The thought of looking up at him was unbearable. As if you weren’t already being torn apart, he continued speaking. 

“You’re still my little butterfly. Don’t you know that?” He reached out, one of his hands cupping your cheek sweetly. Instinctively, you nuzzled into his embrace, breathing in the scent of his skin. Your silent tears dampened your cheek and the callused skin of his hand.

It was wrong. Everything about this was so wrong. But it all felt so right.

“Why are you doing this?” you whispered. He was torturing you. You tried so hard to forget him. You rid your house of every little reminder of him that you could bear to throw out. You deleted his phone number, you deleted every song he liked, you stopped talking to all of your mutual friends. You even started seeing someone else, but nothing worked. Nothing could get him out of your mind. He was cemented there, unwavering. Everyday was a chore; you spent so much time trying to forget Jake that he was all you ever thought about.

“I need you, Y/N.”

You laughed humorlessly, reaching up to grasp his wrist with your free hand. You finally peeled your eyes open, but you still couldn’t look at him. Instead, you stared at the fragile butterfly resting in your open hand. It felt like you were staring at yourself; a little glass creature just waiting to be shattered into a million pieces.

“I needed you, Jake. And I hate you for it,” your voice broke into a sob. “I hate you because I can’t stop loving you. You’re the only person who’s ever broken me open.”

He was crying, too. “I was so stupid, doll, so fucking stupid. Everything I did, it was selfish. I knew I was hurting you, and I did it anyway. I’m a fuck up, and I know that, but I can’t live this life without you. I promise you I can’t…”

You didn’t have the words to say you felt the same. A thousand emotions passed through your mind; your chest ached with all of the pressure of trying to find the right thing to say. Your daydreams for the past year were filled with fantasies of making up with him, taking him back despite all of your screwed up past. Now, he was standing in front of you groveling and you had no clue what to do. 

“I– I don’t know what to say,” you breathed. 

You forced yourself to look at him, and saw the pain in his eyes. Your stomach did a flip. You hated seeing him like this, hated seeing him hurting as much as you were. That horribly pained look in his warm brown eyes. 

“Don’t go to him. Stay here with me, please.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. What were you supposed to do? Tell him to get out and leave to go see your boyfriend, so you could spend every second of it wishing he were Jake? 

“What can I tell him, Jake? I have to go.”

“I don’t care what you tell him. Anything. Just don’t go. I can’t take it,” The hand cupping your cheek snaked around the back of your neck, and he pulled you gently into his embrace. You buried your face in the nook between his neck and shoulder, breathing him in. You wanted him closer; you wanted to be so close to him that you were practically the same person. There was no way you could leave him after this. Fuck your boyfriend, fuck the dinner party, and fuck anyone who wasn’t Jake Kiszka. He was your person, the love of your life. 

You pulled away from him finally, staggering as you balanced once again on your own feet. The little butterfly shook in your hand as you stepped away from him, carrying it to the shelf filled with the rest of your trinkets. All of them were attached to the man standing behind you, begging for your forgiveness. It felt almost foolish now, that you ever thought you would be able to forget him. It was so obvious to you now that breaking up was the worst possible decision. 

You left your butterfly perched there, watching as you curled back into Jake’s arms. He undressed you, laid you down in your bed. He made love to you and wiped your tears after you were finished. He removed your makeup without you asking, and pulled his shirt over your head. 

The two of you sprawled over your bed. You rested your head against his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat in your ear lulling you into relaxation. He admired you as if you hung the stars in the sky. 

“I love you, my butterfly,” he whispered above you. You shivered, his sweet voice caressing your soul in the darkness. How could you have ever wanted this to end? No other love could possibly compare to him; how he knew you, cared for you, adored you. You had always been his.

#jake x reader #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka imagine #jake kiszka angst #greta van fleet x reader #greta van fleet imagines #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet imagine #gvf imagine #gvf x reader #gvf fic #greta van fleet #my writing #queue are my special

[yuyuswrld]

O Captain, My Captain || 2

series intro, chapter 1

characters: connie springer x reader in this chapter, series is various aot boys x reader

notes: this is an explicit series, please do not follow or interact if you’re under 18! also, this chapter is a tad on the technical side of volleyball, so just bear with me here.

content warnings, explicit smut, marijuana consumption, vulgar language

After two straight hours of dealing with his rambling regarding each team member’s techniques and flaws, you sigh in relief as you jot down the last of Armin’s performance review. Finally. You were on the last recording to review. You glance at Eren, shifting your focus from your notebook. Eren’s head rests on a propped-up fist, eyes abstracted by the recording of Jean’s practice match. He’s attractive like this, with his big ass mouth shut and engrossed in reviewing the recordings. As Jean blocks a spike, Eren’s eyes focus in, almost hawk-like, as he pauses the recording. 

“Right there, Jean’s foot crosses the line because he over-corrected after jumping. Looks like the motherfucker’s all talk about how he’s like an impenetrable iron wall,” He mocks, displeasure apparent on his face. “Write in the performance review section that he needs to work on timing and positioning during the one-on-ones.”

“He still blocked the ball, though. I have a hard time thinking that was a timing issue and not just an honest mistake.” 

His icy green eyes catch yours as he looks over in a disapproving manner. Oh god. Strike one, you cringe as you prepare for his oncoming verbal assault. You only had this recording left and you would’ve been able to go home and catch up on your already past-due schoolwork.

“Tell me why you think that.” It’s not polite. It hits you like an icy breeze. But it’s not as aggressive as you were expecting from him. You take a sip from your half-melted drink to clear your throat, thinking about whether you should appease him to go home, or just be honest. The latter wins. Since when were you a pussy? He might be 6’2, but you’ve never been a little bitch in the face of fear.

“Look at the alignment of his foot when he jumps to block. It’s almost like his foot slipped on the uptake, but he still attempted to stop the ball, so he shifted the direction in which his body tilted. During that, you can see his foot cross just barely past the centerline. I don’t think he just over-corrected out of self-doubt.”

“Mistakes like that cost games. It’s something that needs to be drilled out of them, no matter what.” He taps his finger against the coffee shop table as if deep in thought. “You’re right, though. But next time, don’t stick up for Kirschstein. Little shit doesn’t deserve it.”

You chuckle with him, pleasantly shocked at the moment of humor. Had you just misjudged him so much as to assume he was humorless? The gaze you two share holds for a second too long for comfort, silence filling the gaps as you break eye contact and resume what you had been doing before. The dull chatter of others in the coffee shop resumes its ringing as you finish writing down the notes for Coach Levi. Not much later, the screech of a chair sliding out from its place catches you off guard, leaving a harsh mark.

“I’m out. Gotta pick up my baby sister. See ya’.”

Oh. Okay then. 

You glance at your phone, checking on the text you had sent to Connie earlier to ask if he had any weed on hand. Sure enough, a text from Connie from 15 minutes ago. You attempt to speed up the process in which you clean and pack up your items, joyous that you finally have a chance to just relax and hang out with a friend. Grabbing your bag, you head out the coffee shop door and begin the trek to the men’s dorms. 

Connie was a bit of an oddball. His position as an outside hitter was hard for you to wrap your head around at first, considering how many of the sets go past him and to Eren. You even had to ask Armin to explain out of sheer confusion. 

“Connie’s our best all-rounder, just right behind Marco when it comes to receiving. Most of our sets are designated by Coach Levi to go to Eren if Floch and I think it’ll be advantageous. In our two-setter offensive style, both Floch and I prefer to set to him. But Connie being able to catch the enemy’s spikes is invaluable, especially when Marco’s off the court. Not to mention throwing off an enemy team by sending the set to Connie instead and knowing that he’ll hit it no matter what, that’s what makes him a great outsider.”

Despite your first interaction with him where he seemed like a total airhead, he grew on you with the witty jokes he’d make towards Coach and his willingness to help you with mopping the gym after practice. You’re about to text Connie to let him know you arrived just as he opens the door and greets you with an unexpected hug.

“Hey! What’s up?” 

Before you have a chance to respond, he’s tugging you into the elevator shaft, exchanging pleasantries with the men who’re relaxing in the common area. The ride up and walk to his room are both short but filled with small talk between the two of you. It’s about volleyball and how excited everyone is for the state qualifiers, stating how he’s beyond confident that they’ll make it to nationals again.

“Y’know,” Connie says as he digs through his closet to pull out his stash and pipe before packing it in. “I just have a feeling that this is our year. Last year, they benched me for a minor injury when we were competing and that was the worst feeling of my life. Especially watching Eren get all the fuckin’ spotlight,” he states, heating the flower. “Nothing wrong with the guy. Just think that he should spare some pussy for the rest of us.”

There’s no chance to form a response before he has the freshly packed pipe up to your lips, signaling for you to go. After you cough, it feels like you’re ascending for a second. You take one more before slumping against his couch, grabbing the sweet-tart ropes on the living room table.

“Those were supposed to be mine,” He teases, snagging one from the bag you clutch so dearly. “Did ya’ wanna watch anything?” Connie scrolls through Netflix’s catalog, gaze seeming unimpressed with their selection. 

“A horror movie, maybe?” You ask, watching as he flips through to the horror section. Connie settles on The Cabin in the Woods, placing his takeout in his lap before diving in. You watch from your seat next to him, hardly noticing as he begins to scooch in closer once the movie picks up. By the middle of the movie, Connie has finished his food and is sitting too close for comfort, arm now wrapped around you to seem like he isn’t terrified.

“You’re scared shitless, aren’t you?” You tease.

He only rolls his eyes in response before jolting, surged by pure fear from the movie. 

“How the fuck did that not scare you?” Connie asks, his arm on your shoulder almost pulling you onto his lap. You adjust, propping your legs onto his lap to accommodate the closeness.

“Guess I’m just better than you.”

“Is that right?” He questions and turns his head, making you realize the proximity of his lips. You close the gap between you two, lips intertwining like a glass medley. Connie’s hands explore, delicate across the surface of your skin, rippling goosebumps rising from you. The two of you adjust, with you ending up in Connie’s lap, your legs straddling his. 

His fingers move to raise your shirt above your head and you feel so vulnerable in the way his eyes almost eat you alive. He stares for a few moments before fondling them and moving his mouth to caress a nipple with his tongue. The way he laps at them as if you were to disappear at any time has you arching in pleasure, craving the pleasure even more. 

He detaches his mouth to focus his attention on your pants, quickly unbuttoning them and helping you remove them. The second they’re gone, he places a testing swipe to your clit, eyes wide in awe as you let out a pleasured squeak of surprise. He plays with your wet slit for a second before he bottoms the first finger out in you. 

Your hands fly to grip the back of his head, crying out at the pleasurable intrusion. Connie hums in satisfaction, allowing you to grind down on his finger before adding another.

“God, y’re so fuckin’ wet. Ride my fingers, baby.”

His words spur you on, desperate as you try to find release on his fingers. His unoccupied hand moves to your clit, fingers rubbing and moving in ways that have you nearing your limit. Right as you’re about to feel your vision go white, everything stops. You open your eyes to Connie’s face, a cocky smirk plastered all over it. 

“You’re better than me, right? So c’mon and make yourself cum ‘n my cock and we’ll see who’s better.”

Connie temporarily shifts you off of him to remove his pants and underwear, cock springing up as he pulls them off. It’s pretty, veins running across the bottom begging to be touched by your tongue. As you move forward, he stops you.

“No sweetheart, this is all about your pretty face ‘n pussy.”

He places you back in his lap, careful to line you up properly. You gasp at first, feeling the tip intrude, but welcome it as he sinks in. It feels bigger than it looks, catching you off guard with how well it fills you up. As Connie bottoms out, you find yourself once again desperate for release. 

He groans out as you follow the same pattern of grinding and bouncing you did on his fingers. You attempt to reach it, arms placed on his supports to support your riding, sweat beading across your body.

“Want some help?” He teases.

“God, please. Make me cum.”

Connie places his hands on your hips, beginning to thrust into places you weren’t able to hit on your own. His pace is full of fervor as he bounces you up and down, the both of you feeling as if he hits deeper every time you sink all the way back down. His fingers move back to your clit as he continues his pace and you feel the fuzzy feeling returning to your head. 

It’s not much longer before the two of you cum, Connie pulling out and spurting it on your stomach. He smiles at you before speaking.

“Did you want to spend the night and smoke another bowl? We don’t have classes tomorrow.”

#aot #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #attack on titan #eren x reader #eren yeager #connie springer #connie springer smut #anime smut

[dabisqueen]

Rockstar Dabi (Touya) x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 6.9K

⇢ series plot: after receiving a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you go and it proves to be a life-changing event.

⇢ current plot: With you being back at home again, Dabi is spiraling out of control. And then one day, you receive a mysterious phone call.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, kissing, fellatio (m receiving), fingering, kind of dubcon, a*** sex, creampie, orgasm, substance abuse, angst, hurt, major character... oops,.did ì say this??

Personal note: it's been half a year since i started this series and it has finally come to an end (maybe). I don't know how to feel. Sad, happy… all of it actually. I am so glad you all joined me on this Rollercoaster ride of emotions and hurt. Hope you enjoyed it. 

Thank you @/hunajan for being my beta again!

 

It was late at night when Tenko came back and shuffled his way down on the plush carpet of the hallway. He was just unlocking the door when he heard a rhythmic thumping and muffled moaning coming from Keigo's suite. 

It happened often enough that Keigo had groupies over. So without thinking much about it, Tenko stepped into his suite and locked the door behind him.

The next morning came way too early, with the band having to move on to the next city. After packing his bags and ringing for the luggage boy, Tenko opened the door and stepped outside into the hallway. He was surprised to see Dabi and Hawks entering the hallway together from Keigo's room.

It took a few moments before realization was hitting him. Hard.

"Dabi, what's going on?" Tenko looked around, not seeing you.

"Well, what did it look like," Keigo laid his arm around Dabi's shoulder, a pleased grin spreading on his face. "We spent the night together." 

"Dabi, what the fuck did you do?" Tenko looked at him, his crimson eyes glowing behind unruly bangs.

But the lead singer scoffed in response, "C'mon Tenko, don't play innocent."

“What are you talking about?” He replied with a frown.

"That you were trying to steal my girl!" He spit back.

"Stealing...?" Tenko’s eyes were large in shock, "Dabi, what the fuck is going on?"

"Don't pretend, Keigo showed me the pictures!" His finger dabbed in Tenkos direction, his face starting to contort with anger, "You fucking kissed!"

"We kis—what?" Stunned for a moment, he then turned to Keigo, rage in his voice, "Keigo, you idiot, what have you done?"

Keigo shrugged, "Just showed him the truth."

"What truth?" The drummer narrowed his eyes.

"That she's just another girl trying to get some dick.” He grinned, but his smile never reached his eyes.

Tenko’s eyes flicked back to Dabi's bright azures, "She didn't kiss me, for fucks sake! It was me who gave her a peck on the cheek!"

Dabi crossed his arms on his chest, cocking his head. "Oh really. What about taking the cab together?"

“I hopped off before she reached the mall." He growled. " I can't believe this shit. Dabi, I asked her for advice regarding this girl I'm dating!"

"You're… dating someone?" He looked baffled, "I thought you and her–"

"Yeah, what did you think? That we were cheating on you?" His crimson eyes glared at Dabi from underneath his pale bangs. "How lowly do you think of me?"

His words stroke like a jolt of lightning, leaving Dabi swaying on his feet, a crippling cold gripping his heart. He stayed voiceless, letting the silence take over.

"But Keigo said…" he finally muttered.

"Keig– what the fuck!" Tenko rasped through gritted teeth, "What have you done?"

"Whatever, this is annoying. He's better off without her anyways, see ya later," and he pecked Dabi on his cheek, squeezing his butt before walking off.

"And you think you're better for Dabi than her?" Tenko yelled after him, "Keigo, I swear to God, you're gonna fucking pay for this!"

Then he spun around to face Dabi, who stood in front of him, pale, all color drained from his face. His chest heaved up and down, his mind having a hard time processing what just happened.

"Dabi," Tenko rasped, growing impatient. "What mindset were you in when you did this?" 

"I–I think I had a few drinks." He stammered, still trying to wrap his sober mind around the news.

"Just a few drinks, huh?" Tenko cocked his head, pale locks falling off to the side.

"M-Maybe a few more. And I took some…" Dabi's eyes flicked to the floor and back to his band mates.

"Goddammit Dabi, you need to stop taking this shit." Tenko was slowly losing his composure. "It's gonna ruin your life. It's gonna ruin you!"

Dabi lowered his head, his stomach in knots.

"Man, you need to lose your insecurities. She only wants you!" Tenko inhaled deeply before continuing, "She told me so herself."

And Dabi knew his band mate was right. He felt the truth like a hard punch in the gut, shocking and painful enough to make his stomach acid rise to his tongue.

"I'm so fucking stupid." He started to clench his fists.

"Where is she anyways?" Tenko looked towards Dabi's suite.

"She left last night." The black haired male admitted quietly.

"Fuck." Tenko dug in his pants to retrieve his cellphone. "Ok, lemme call her."

Dialing your number he held it up to his ears. After a few moments, he hung up and stared at Dabi, expressionless. "It says the number is unavailable."

"Shit–" Dabi breathed shakily and pulled out his own phone, repeating the steps.

He cursed under his breath, his heart descending to his stomach when he heard the robotic message saying that the number was no longer in service as well.

"She blocked us." Tenko groaned, raking his hand through his coarse hair, "Fuck man, you really messed up big this time."

Dabi's pupils were blown wide as he moved his eyes over the screen of his phone. Silence engulfed both men again as they looked at each other. 

"Cmon, there's no use in standing here. We need to leave, the plane's waiting." Tenko squeezed Dabis's shoulder in reassurance. "We'll find a way, ok?"

And with one last look into Dabi's face, Tenko turned to strut off, stuffing his phone back in his back pocket, leaving Dabi behind, head hanging low.

He knew he fucked up this time. For good. He turned frantic, panic arising within him. A panic that was numbing, like a cold heat spreading through his body and gripping his heart tightly. His hands started shaking, it felt like he was gonna explode, that he was gonna go crazy, a dull pain and tightness spreading through his chest.

He gasped for air as he pressed the flat of his hand over his heart, cold sweat starting to spread on his forehead. His legs started to tingle and he dropped to his knees.

With sweat dripping down his temples, one hand still pressed to his chest, he started rummaging around in his bag. He continued wheezing until he finally found what he was looking for. 

With trembling hands, the pressure on his chest still increasing he retrieved the pouch with a saccharine looking powder in it, ripped it open to dust the powder on the back of his hands. 

Dropping the sachet on the plush carpet, half its content spilled on the long soft fibers, he lowered his head to snort up the powder – first in one nostril, then in the other.

It instantly hit the back of his throat, where it dripped down, while his nose and back of the mouth turned numb. 

Relaxation spread through his mind and body and he leaned his back against the wall, head falling back as his eyes closed shut. A warm euphoria consumed him, all fears, all worries fading until there was nothing there anymore. 

A weary smile crept across his face, that soon turned into a wide grin as he started chuckling, his entire body soon shaking with mad laughter before he brushed his nose off with the back of his hands, got up on uneasy legs and grabbed his bag. 

Sachet of powder laying on the plush carpet long forgotten, he turned towards the elevator, preparing to meet up with the others.

When you finally stepped in front of the front door to your apartment, it felt like a major relief. 

Setting the small suitcase on the floor, you lifted a hand to gently knock against it, too exhausted and tired to search for your keys.

Your roommate found you standing on the other side of the door, eyes red and puffy as you looked up at her.

“Oh baby, what happened? Are you okay?” She took your luggage and helped you inside, assisting you with getting your coat off.

“I am…” Your voice tipped.

Your eyes grew hot again, while you wondered if you even had any tears left to cry. But then your lower lip started to tremble and you sank your teeth into it – but the dam broke nonetheless and tears started streaming freely down your cheeks. Your roommate reached out to squeeze your hand and pull you in for a warm embrace.

She didn't say anything but the gesture was enough. She patiently waited until you found the strength to speak.

“We—split. This time for sure…” You sobbed as she squeezed you tighter against her.

She nodded, trying to comfort you with a reassuring smile.

"Cmon, Don’t cry. It's not worth it." She guided you towards the couch, stuffing a pillow under your arm after you sat down and turned to drape a warm blanket over you. 

The couch slightly dipped in when she took a seat next to you, wrapping her arms around you for an embrace, palms stroking reassuringly over your back. She didn't say anything, simply held you, her chin resting on your head as she let you cry. 

She stayed like this until the turmoil inside your stomach had subsided before getting up to prepare a hot tea for you both.

For the duration of the next few days and weeks, you stayed inside your apartment. Your roommate was your pillar of hope, your strength. She took care of everything, the cooking, cleaning as well as comforting you whenever she could. At night, she would sleep by your side, stroking your face when you had woken up again, crying over him.

By the time the crying bouts were over, you were left hollow inside - only loneliness, shame, fear, and hurt left. It felt like you had a gushing wound in your heart, like you were suffocating. And it hauled you down deeper into a frozen lake of emotions with every day passing by.

Regardless of how often he or Tenko tried to call or write you a message, there was no reply. Everything was answered by silence, and Dabi knew he deserved it. Still, he missed you so much, missed your voice, your laughter, the way your warm body felt when you leaned against him. He knew he had found the one person who could save him. Who he truly had fallen in love with. 

Realizing that it was too late for all this, a deep feeling of hatred overcame him – one towards himself. The pain and rage inside him grew so deep and dark, it was like a black hole that consumed his soul, leaving him empty and without the energy to live. 

Distraction came in form of a variety of pills and crystalline powder which were easily handed to him whenever requested. They helped him forget the agony he was feeling, helped him forget who he was. Taking them made him feel less worthless, even if it was just for a short period of time. Not being able to cope with the resurfacing heartache he was feeling when they wore off, he started requesting them more frequently.

And they were handed to him more than willingly. Because a rockstar in a constant state of haze and fake euphoria was better than one in distress.

The burn still lingered in his nose from the cocaine, the pungently bitter taste of it  dripping down the back of his throat before he chased it down with a bit more whiskey. Alone in his dressing room, he didn't even hear the chanting of the crowd outside, not caring about them anymore. 

Even the cigarette he had lit did nothing to calm his nerves and he considered taking another gulp from the bottle to numb all the emotions he didn't want to deal with. 

Sucking in his cheeks, he took another drag, letting the smoke billow out of his parted lips.

Fuck this shit. Flicking the cigarette carelessly to the floor, his trembling hand reached out for the prescription pills sitting in front of him on the vanity. He noticed how boney his fingers had become. He didn't recall them ever being this thin, but at the same time he didn't remember having eaten I relentless days.

He chuckled to himself, and tried screwing open the orange prescription pill bottle. His fingers slipped and he grabbed the lid tighter, ripping it off in one hectic movement. The bottle toppled over, its content spilling on the counter. Plucking up several of the pills, Dabi laid them into his open sweaty palm, rolling them around a few times.

Wrapping his free hand around the neck of the whiskey bottle, he popped the pills into his mouth and lifted the bottle to take a few deep gulps, washing them down with the amber liquid.

Slamming the bottle back on the vanity, he stumbled back, stopped swaying before grabbing his guitar and kicking the door to the hallway open.

The tour was overall plagued by repeated instances of rough performances on Dabi's behalf, with him swerving around the stage or staggering his way through the concert and stumbling through the vocals. 

Standing on the stage, Dabi's eyes peered cold and emotionless into the black void of the sky. The sounds of his own voice, the ones of his bandmates and the instruments barely reached his ears.

He wasn't even sure which song they were playing, and Keigo continued to steal concerned glances at him. 

At one point, the bassist turned toward him and asked: “You need a break, man?" 

But Dabi only clung onto the microphone stand and mumbled into it, not even looking at his bandmate, "No man, I need a fuck."

The crowd didn't even notice Dabi swaying, they were too immersed in screaming, too frenzied over his comments, not noticing the severity of the situation.

After the concert, Tenko and Keigo rushed Dabi back to the hotel, avoiding the waiting paparazzi, hungry to see yet again another rockstar spiraling towards their demise. 

After they arrived and parted, Keigo draped his arm around Dabi's neck and guided him out of the elevator. 

"Cmon, let's celebrate," he cooed, placing a chaste kiss on his temple.

"I want to sleep—" Dabi grunted in response, arms hanging low at his sides as he let himself be led to his suite on shaky legs.

Arriving at the room's bar, Keigo pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured the amber liquid into two glasses.

"Here, have some, it'll make you feel better." He nudged Dabi before bringing one glass to his own lips.

Dabi took the drink and lifted it into his mouth, taking a big sip. His gaze had become hazy, staring off into the distance as he finished its contents.

Setting the glass back on the counter, the blonde leaned in closer and grazed Dabi’s ear with his lips whispering, "Did you mean what you said onstage, Dabi?'' before sucking his lobe into his mouth.

Dabi closed his eyes, a shaky exhale leaving his lips, while Keigo continued his eager ministrations.

"Keigo, what are you doing," he growled, his focus unsteady.

"Just giving you what you requested," Keigo's hand weaved into his bandmate's soft raven hair, pulling him closer as his lips started trailing down his pulse, placing soft little kisses on his skin. 

When he paused, he muttered "I want you," before cupping Dabi's cheek and turning his face, lips hovering over his.

Then the bassist's mouth was on his, firm lips pressing against Dabi's as his tongue slipped in, tasting him, the burn of the alcohol on his tongue.

Visions of you flashed before Dabi's eyes and his stomach churned while he tried so hard to forget you. He just couldn't. Not your smile, your scent, your everything. There was only one way to end this nightmare.

Plagued by the pain in his chest, he gave in to Keigo's advances, lazily working his mouth against his bandmate's before he was pulled off the stool. He started stumbling towards the bedroom in Keigos embrace, his bandmates hips pressed against his body, making him feel the hard erection he was having because of him.

On the bed, Keigo was quick to remove Dabis shirt, latching his lips onto his nipple and starting to suck on it while the other started moving back and forth over the growing bulge in Dabi's pants.

"Keigo–" Dabi had his eyes closed, panting heavily while Hawks sat back on his heels, taking his own shirt off.

"Shush, lemme make you feel good, " Keigo cooed, moving to scoot his own pants off.

He stared at Dabi lying below him, dick straining against the fabric of his pants.

Placing his palms on Dabi's stomach, he started to brush up and down, savoring the touch, Dabi's warm skin underneath his palm.

"I always fucking miss ya," Keigo breathed, leaning down to start peppering gentle kisses on the skin on Dabi's stomach. "Every minute…"

The dark haired man stayed quiet, his forearm draped over his eyes. But the bulge and his strained breathing told Keigo what he needed to know – that Dabi wanted him too.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, I'm gonna make you forget it all." He paused and added quietly, "And forget her."

It sent a pang through Dabi's chest, but it was quickly gone, the drugs and alcohol taking over, clouding his mind. 

He felt Keigo's fingers swiftly undoing the belt and buttons of his pants, calloused fingers sliding underneath their hem and pulling them down.

Keigo was enthralled by what he saw in front of him. Even though they'd been together many times before, he'd always held his breath when he saw Dabi's cock. Girthy, slightly curved and adorned by metal piercings, it was simply mouthwatering pretty.

Sliding the pants off Dabi's legs, he went back up, gulping once before dipping down to kiss Dabi's length.

"Oh fuck," Dabi sharply inhaled between gritted teeth, eyes still closed.

Keigo took Dabi's length into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down a few times before releasing it with a wet pop, continuing by spitting on his fingers.

With his hand resting on Dabi's thigh, running soothing circles in it, two of his fingers spread his spit around Dabis' pink hole.

With a hiss, Dabi felt Keigo's finger slide inside him, past the tight ring and he arched his hips, trying to ease away from the stretch.

While Keigo kept muttering "Doing so fine, I know you can take it," he kept sliding his finger in and out, first one, then two, scissoring them to try to stretch the tight muscle. Keigo spit on Dabi's hole before plunging inside again, adding a third finger.

"I can take care of you," Keigo slurred, totally enthralled, "I will make you happy again. You will be happy with me again…"

Dabi threw his head back, a hoarse whimper leaving his lips as he felt so utterly stretched out. By now, he was a panting mess below Keigo, his thick cock throbbing and twitching on his abdomen with every slide of Keigo's fingers.

His bandmate pulled out and spread Dabi's legs apart, kneeling in between them.

"Are you ready, babe," Keigo purred, pushing his boxers down to free his aching cock. 

But Dabi couldn't answer, his arm falling off to the side, his empty gaze fixating the ceiling, his breath coming out in short puffs.

"Ok," Keigo took his cock in his hand, letting a glob of spit fall on it to lubricate himself.

Lining it up with Dabi's entrance, the tip pressed against his hole. And bracing himself to either side of the other man, he slowly started slipping past the tight ring.

"Oh shit,” Keigo muttered, his head falling forward, eyes screwing shut when he felt Dabi's tightness around him.

Dabi's brows knitted together as he choked on his gasp, his hands fisting the bedsheets till his knuckles turned white.

Keigo pushed inside a bit more, then pulled back out. It was torture for Dabi, who moaned and groaned as sweat beads formed on his forehead. Deeper and deeper with each push it slipped until Keigo was buried balls-deep inside of him. 

"Fuck, how I missed this." He panted, "How I missed you."

Looking up, he was worried seeing Dabi with his head turned, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes screwed shut.

"Dabi," he whispered, "I promise, I'm gonna make you forget," and with that, he started moving.

It was heavenly for the bassist. Not a pussy on earth could compare with the tightness and the heat of a man and Keigo groaned as he continued moving. With every thrust forward, Dabi's head bobbed against the headboard, his eyes staying closed.

Keigo increased the pace, the urge to make Dabi feel good so overwhelming — he wanted it to be like it was in the past, having his bandmate lay underneath him with lust blown eyes, the pleasure so intense for both of them, that they couldn't hold out for long.

He wanted to make him his. Smacking his hips forward, he grabbed Dabi's pierced dick and finally got a response when the man underneath him gasped for air, his eyes flying open.

"Hi there, pretty," Keigo cooed and started pumping Dabi's cock, letting a glob of saliva run off his tongue to drip on its tip, smearing it around for lubrication.

"Fucking feels so good – shit," Keigo grunted, leaning down to place a sloppy kiss on his neck, then latching onto his nipple.

He continued rocking back and forth, the sound of his balls slapping against Dabi's ass as well as of his dick sliding in and out of him echoing through the room.

Sweat beaded off his forehead as he felt himself hurl towards his high, feeling Dabi's cock starting to twitch in his palm, seeing his balls tensening up.

"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned, addicted to this all – to Dabi.

He leaned back, pistoning inside of Dabi now, mouth opened into a silent groan as his balls suddenly tightened. A deep growl left his lips, his hips stuttered and he came, filling Dabi's insides with hot ropes of cum while he continued pumping Dabi's cock.

Dabi bit his lips so hard it drew blood as he also reached his high, thick ropes of hot cum spurting onto his abs, shooting up all the way to his throat.

Keigo panted heavily as he leaned down, starting to drag his tongue over Dabi's chest, lapping up the salty cum while he kept pumping his cock, squeezing the last drop of his essence from its tip.

He continued licking all the white cream off Dabi's body, slowly softening inside until he slipped out with a soft pop.

Collapsing next to him, his flaccid cock rested on his thigh, glistening with cum in the dim hotelroom light.

"Fuck, I love this." He turned his head towards Dabi, reaching out to grab his hand, "I love you."

But Dabi didn't respond. He laid there, empty gaze staring at the ceiling. 

After a few minutes he started to stir, scrambling off the bed and stumbling towards the bathroom.

"Hey, need me to–" But Keigo's question was cut short as Dabi disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Keigo sat up on the bed, eyes wide. He didn't know what to feel, what to think when he heard the sounds of his bandmate gagging into the toilet.

He continued sitting there, color draining slowly from his face while the continuing noises of Dabi vomiting were muffled by the closed door. When it went quiet, Keigo climbed out of bed and stood up to approach the bathroom door. 

It was locked and Keigo sighed, hesitating a few seconds before turning and getting dressed.

One last time he knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He heard a movement and the toilet being flushed. Keigo's eyes closed for a second, contemplating before turning towards the door towards the hallway.

Just as he opened the door to step outside, he paused, raking a shaky hand through his blond hair before muttering, "What have I done…"

Dabi stood in the bathroom, the sound of the door falling shut behind Keigo reverberating through the room.

He looked into the mirror, azure eyes staring back at him. They were empty, there was no life in them. And that's when the words sounded through his head. 

You're worthless, a nothing. 

The glass shattered as his fist hit the mirror. He panted heavily, his fist repeatedly slamming into the mirror before he sank to the floor.

Worthless, nothing.

Dabi wailed out, as he scrambled to his feet, naked, stumbling into the bedroom. 

His chest tightened again, the room spinning around him as he fell to his knees. Closing his eyes to block out the turning room, he pulled open the drawer of the nightstand, rummaging around in it until he found what he was looking for. 

With trembling fingers, he popped open the small orange cylinder and lifted it up, several pills dropping into his mouth and he strained to swallow them dry.

Then he leaned his naked figure back against the bed frame, waiting for the drugs to kick in.

It had been weeks now, the pain had dulled out, and you had found your way into regular work life as well.

Your roomie was the best support you could hope for — always there to turn off the radio or TV once the LoV music was played or news about the band was distributed. She protected you from anything that would remind you of Dabi and the time with him.

Yet, she couldn't shelter you from the multitude of billboards splattered all across town announcing the upcoming special end-of-tour concert taking place in your town. They went up one day, thousands of led lights flickering to show the brilliant blue logo of the LoV.

And with that came back the memories. You  caught yourself more than once with your eyes growing hot, telling yourself over and over again that you shouldn't cry, that this wasn't worth it.

[With your roommate being at work on this Saturday, you were left at home alone, with the knowledge of it being just another day of busying yourself and trying to keep your thoughts revolving around one topic. Him. 

You sat on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, too afraid to go outside, too afraid for the memories to resurface again. Burying your face in your arms, you thought about how to survive yet another day of loneliness when suddenly your phone rang. 

It chiming seemingly endless before it stopped and frowning, you checked your screen. An unknown number. Ignoring it, you placed the phone back on the table–  when it started ringing again. It was that same number and with a deep sigh, you slid your thumb over the green icon, lifting the phone to your ear. 

“Who is this?” you greeted.

"Please don't hang up, it's me, Keigo." A low, melodic voice spoke.

Your heart started running a thousand miles per hour and you needed a moment to steady yourself. 

"Hey Keigo." You simply answered. 

"Please - please just listen. I know this comes as a surprise, but…" You could hear him taking a deep breath, composing himself. “I— I need your help. Dabi needs your help.

Silence engulfed you, the ticking of the kitchen clock echoing like thunder through the room, pounding against your skull. You had to take a moment to process his words.

"Are you still there?" Keigo asked with a breathy voice.

"Yeah, I—I’m here.” you sighed, your nails digging into the fabric of your jeans.

"Please, I'm begging you…" His voice broke, and he had to clear his throat. "Dabi… he's not doing good."

"What do you mean?" You tried to keep your heart from skipping a beat at his words.

"It's bad. I'm—I'm scared." You heard his tone turn panicked.

A cold pressure constricted around your head as you rubbed a hand over your face. "Ok, tell me everything. But Keigo–"

"Yes?" His answer came timid but immediate. 

"I want you to be honest. No more lying. No more pretending." There was no room left in your heart for more betrayal, "Understood?"

"Yes, anything you want." He whispered.

You closed your eyes, another storm starting to rage inside your heart. "Ok, now, what happened?"

Keigo didn't leave out any details — how he miscalculated everything, never expecting it to go down this bad.

You heard him break down when he uttered under his breath, "Dabi was literally the only person who knew me, and how I felt."

He continued explaining how he felt all alone when his friend replaced him with you, "It was selfish of me, I admit. I am sorry that I thought it was the only way for him to get back to me."

He paused and you let him.

"I've had a bad past, just like Dabi. We were each other's only pillar of support. I needed him so badly–" you heard him choke on his own words, heard how he teared up. 

You heard him swallow and closed your eyes for a second, trying to process all he was telling you.

"But I didn't want him to be like this!" There was pure agony in his voice. "I realized that Dabi needs you."

And then he added quietly, "Not me."

The sounds of fabric rustling in the background could be heard as he moved, followed by silence. Several moments passed in which you could only hear the quiet breathing of him on the other side of the line.

"Keigo, it's a good thing that you realized you did wrong and learned from it." You paused before continuing. "I get that you felt lonely. Still, what you did wasn't ok." 

"I know." Keigo said. "I am so, so sorry. I did wrong and I realize that."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you heard him silently starting to sob. You stayed mute, waiting for him to say something and he did.

"I'm scared. Dabi withdrew himself completely and his condition has gotten worse." He swallowed down another silent sob, "I—I have a bad feeling about tonight. Can you please come to the concert and speak to him?"

You were not surprised as tears started stinging your eyes with all that you just heard. It was a lot and you needed some air to breathe.

"Keigo, I need to think about it, ok?" You said with a shaky voice. 

"Yeah, I understand." He exhaled, "But I'm begging you – you're the only one who can help him." 

After he agreed to send a courier with the ticket and pass, you said goodbye and hung up. Your hands rose to hide your face in your hands. Because even though it was silent, the knots inside your stomach twisted harder, the heat in your eyes almost unbearable.

All the memories — moments and images – everything came crashing down on you. The pain in your chest turned numbing and you bit your trembling lips, your breathing turning ragged.

You kept telling yourself that it couldn't be that bad, that you hadn't heard any bad news about the LoV in a while. But then again, you hadn't really followed them either.

A feeling of unease rose inside you and you started pacing back and forth in the living room. A message notification sounded and you hastily picked up your phone, seeing that Keigo had sent you a message. 

Courier dropped off the envelope. It's in your mailbox.

Followed by a picture and the following text:

You can still hate me but please help him.

At first you didn't recognize the person depicted in the blurry photo. But then your hand darted up to clasp over your mouth. It was Dabi. Except it wasn't him, rather a mere shadow of himself, skinny, with eyes and cheeks sunken in, skin pasty and pale.

It was night when you finally arrived at the venue, the concert already halfway over. Showing your ticket and pass to the staff, you were led backstage. It felt weird, like in the old times. Except this time it was different, somehow. 

Your heart was beating out of your ribcage, palms sweaty as you entered the fenced off security area in front of the stage. The last song was just finished and the stage went dark. You stopped halfway down the stairs, too taken aback by what you saw in front of you.

The lights went back on and it was only Dabi being illuminated by a circle of light. There was hardly anything left of the once handsome, rugged lead singer of one of the most notorious rock bands alife. He looked more like a shell of his former self - thin, dark shadows lining his eyes, his movements shaky. His unhealthy paleness drastically stood out, even more so in the harsh stage light.

Stepping up the microphone, he waited for the cheers to shimmer down into silence.

Once they grew quiet, a hand naturally grabbed the mic before he started to rasp into the speaker, his voice lifeless and dark, eyes heavily lidded.

"This song…" but his voice broke and he trailed off.

Taking a shaky inhale, he started again, "This song's for someone special. Someone I loved – and lost too soon."

He closed his eyes, the stage lights making his contours pop out in stark contrast. Laying both hands on his standing microphone, he took a few deep breaths, before he started to sing.

(Listen to the song here)

"Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh no, no

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh no

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh no, no, no, no…"

His voice was low and gravelly, so full of hurt and pain it sent blazing chills cascading down your body. His eyes were closed, eyebrows knitted as he sang. 

"I look and stare so deep in your eyes

I touch on you more and more every time

When you leave, I'm begging you not to go

Call your name two, three, times in a row.

It's such a funny thing for me to try and explain

How I'm feeling, and my pride is the one to blame

'Cause I know I don't understand

How your love can do what no one else can."

You stood there, frozen on your feet while repeating the lyrics in your head, eyes glued to every movement of his lips.

"You got me looking so crazy right now

Your love's got me looking so crazy

You got me looking so crazy right now

Your touch has got me looking so crazy right now."

You realized probably as the only person in the entire venue that this was a serenade that came from his heart, turned into a confession.

"You got me hoping you'll page me right now

Your kiss, you got me hoping you'll save me right now

Looking so crazy in love, you got me looking

Got me looking so crazy in love…"

His veins showed at his neck when he sang, sweat pearling down his face and neck. It was so subtle, that you almost didn't catch it but for a second, a painful expression jolted across his face, a hand darting up to clutch his chest. But then it was over, his hand drifting back to the microphone stand.

When he opened his eyes, they never look bluer than this, brilliantly glowing in the bright stage light. Yet, the usual spark that made them beautiful was gone. And as his eyes roamed over the crowd—

They fell on you. And his face went slack, all expression gone without a trace, suddenly drained of all energy. It was like the world stopped, all noises around you vanishing. It was just his brilliant azures meeting yours, and you felt a connection to him that was stronger than anything you've ever felt. Something invisible, a bond that still existed, far too deeply rooted to ever be severed. 

And as his gaze never left yours, he continued singing. 

"Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh no—"

He skipped over a tone, paused before he started again.

"Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh no, no

Uh-oh, uh-oh…"

And then he started losing his voice. You felt panic rise inside you when you saw him becoming breathless and starting to sway. It was as if his eyes were pleading for you to help, to stop the suffering.

Keigo had noticed Dabi's predicament and asked into the microphone, “Hey, you okay there man?”

But Dabi didn't answer, his eyes never leaving yours as a dark foreboding gripped your heart tightly. Everyone around you seemed to be oblivious to the fact that something terribly wrong was happening onstage.

He used his microphone stand to support himself, his beautiful azure eyes glued to you and you watched in horror as they slowly dulled over.

Oh my God you thought, your heart racing, beating a thousand miles per hour, oh my God, this isn't happening.

Dabi started swaying on his feet, taking a step sideways, catching himself before his eyes rolled back in his head… and he dropped to the floor.

The entire stadium fell into an eerie silence. 

"Touya!" Your chilling scream cut through the quiet as you started running down the remaining flight of stairs.

Everything around you erupted in an instant. Keigo dropped his bass and ran over to Dabi, as Tenko jumped over his drum set to kneel down at his side. 

Above all the noises and frantic screaming of the crowd you heard your own voice breaking, screaming Touya's name over and over again.

Panicking fans were jumping the fence and the security had their hands full trying to push back the crowd. Elbowing your way towards the front, your gaze didn't avert the lifeless body on the stage that now paramedics with First Responder bags on their backs were running towards.

You were almost at the front, just a few more feet, screaming Touya's name over and over again as Keigo's head flicked up and he saw you stuck in the crowd. 

Jumping to his feet, he ran down the stairs of the stage to where you were caught in the frantic shoving and pulling of the people.

Your heart was beating so fast, it felt like you were running out of oxygen. But then a pair of strong hands gripped yours and pulled you up the stairs and onto the stage. Raising your eyes, you stared right into Keigo's golden ones, wide with fear and glossy with tears.

Stumbling to your feet you started running, slipped and fell, got up again. Hot tears cascaded freely down your cheeks as you finally dropped to your knees next to Dabi.

He looked so peaceful like this despite his pale complexion and sunken eyes.

Paramedics were now charging the defibrillator and you watched in horror as they placed it on his chest. His lifeless body arched up with the first high-energy electric shock surging through him. He slumped back and the men checked his pulse before placing a respiratory mask over his mouth and nose, pumping air into his lungs. Another medic started charging the defibrillator again, its high pitch cutting through the deafening noises around you. 

Repeating the procedure while checking his pulse and breathing, other paramedics came running towards where Dabi laid, pushing an ambulance stretcher on a wheeled frame towards them, their free hands holding more medical equipment.

They stopped next to the lifeless singer, adjusting the height of the stretcher to the lowest setting as the other paramedics continued trying to revive him. 

The world around you disappeared, the only thing you saw was Touya's limp body, the butterfly needles being stuck in his arm, the breathing mask on his face. As they lifted him onto the stretcher and pulled the straps tight around his body, you knew that it was over. That there was nothing you could do anymore. 

And you went numb, a feeling of emptiness overcoming you.

You didn't feel Keigo pulling you up into an embrace as they pushed Touya off the stage. You didn't feel Tenko joining you, following them down the emergency exit to where the ambulance was waiting. 

It was like all life had left you, all thoughts and emotions. Even your heart had become lifeless. You didn't feel Keigo setting you down in the Mercedes van, not the door closing, not the car starting to follow the ambulance through the gate down the street. 

And you didn't feel the world tilting and turning dark as you lost the battle with exhaustion and fatigue, going limp in Keigo's embrace and slipping into unconsciousness.

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 2 excerpt — mother/son reunion read full story here

After 3 weeks of playing house with Keigo, Shouto asks, “Touya-nii. I have the day off today, and I want to take you somewhere. Will you come?”

Touya’s arm suspends in the air as he looks at Shouto like he’s lost his mind, mid-bite of his lunch, “I’m... literally a wanted criminal?”

Shouto studies his face for a moment, blank mismatched eyes not giving away a thought, before he says, “Your hair has grown and you've washed most of the dye out. ‘Dabi-the-Villain’ isn't known for an inverted balayage. The rest can be covered with a face mask and sunglasses. Wear one of Hawks-san’s hoodies.”

Touya hums, suspicious at the adamancy that his brother is showing, “Where are you trynna take me, Shou?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Fuck off,” Touya barks a laugh, biting into the sandwich he’s halfway done with. 

“Touya,” Shouto steps in front of him, and his eyes narrow, “I know you just got better, but don’t make me knock you out.”

“Not very heroic of ya, baby bro,” Touya stuffs the last remaining bite in his mouth, the stretch straining his staples a bit, but nothing he can’t usually handle.

“Yes, well,” Shouto smirks, evilly, “I’d argue it’s actually pretty on-point with the current state of hero society today. Wouldn’t you think?”

Touya just pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers. He can’t believe his brother grew up like this — he reminds him of himself. 

‘He’s a little asshole.’ 

“Fine.” 

They successfully manage to get into a taxi without raising any suspicions, probably because their taxi driver keeps raving how his brother, “Really saved my ass the other day, kid, you’re going to be a great hero! Your friend, though, he’s a bit… abrasive, but he seems like he has the potential to be a good guy. Saves people with a frown on his face, but doesn’t make too much of a mess. The green-guy, though — ‘Deku’, I think? Don’t get me wrong, he’s very strong! But the crying is a bit… Well, you’re all still kids.” 

However, when the car stops and Touya sees exactly where his brother has taken him, his flight-or-set-himself-on-fire instincts start to kick in.

“Shou, what the fuck.” 

Shouto grabs his hand and hauls him out of the cab, his strength non-comparable to Touya’s, and he is not going to burn his brother again — not after seeing the healed over mess Shouto’s stupidly heroic actions cost him.  

“We’re going.” 

Touya digs his feet into the concrete, “What the fuck — No, she’s going to — ”  

“ — She deserves to know. You deserve to see her.”

Touya deflates. 

Before he knows it, they’re both standing in front of a white door with his mother’s name engraved across a gold plaque.

“She’s gonna hate me.”

Shouto shakes his head, “She talks about you all the time, Touya-nii. She mourns you, all the time.”

Touya pinches his nose in frustration, “I’m not the son she mourns, anymore. Don’t you get that?”

“Yeah,” Shouto says stubbornly, “The son she mourns doesn’t exist because he’s literally not dead,” his brother knocks on the door before Touya even has a chance to change his mind. 

A slightly muffled, painfully familiar, high-toned, “It’s open,” comes from the other side, and Shouto slides the door open and pushes Touya inside. 

Touya freezes. 

His mother doesn’t look a day older than when he’d last seen her, over a decade ago, but at the same time, she doesn’t look like his mother at all. 

This woman sits on a slightly messy bed with her feet propped up and ankles crossed, reading some brightly colored book, wearing oversized clothing with her white hair twisted in some kind of clip. 

This woman is relaxed. She’s content, happy, and comfortable. 

Her shoulders have sloped down, no longer carrying a burdened fear. 

“Oh?” She puts down her book and starts to lift herself off her bed, “Shouto, you brought a new friend?”

“Sort of.”

Touya can’t take this. His hands are sweating in the pockets of his hoodie and his heart is beating so loud in his ears, every sound dulling into an underwater muffle.

“Are you alright, dear?” His mother’s face is suddenly so close to his. Her eyebrows are tilted up in concern — such fucking familiar concern — and Touya notices the small gathering of crows-feet at the end of her eyes she’s accumulated this past decade.

His hands are moving, one pulling the face mask down and the other taking the sunglasses off. He clutches the items in his hands, needing something to hold onto as his mother’s grey eyes widen at the sight of his face. 

Her mouth gapes and something inside Touya’s chest absolutely breaks, ‘I knew it, I fucking knew it, she’s horrified, disgusted, I’m disgusting, I knew it, no, I knew it —’ 

Cool and soft pressure on his cheeks interrupts his thoughts, a thumb trembling across the staples under his eyes, “Touya?” his mother’s voice is a breath in disbelief, that same thumb traveling to the side of his nose.

Touya had never put his nose studs back in.

He doesn’t even register the clatter of sunglasses dropping to the floor as his own scarred hands encircle his mother’s wrists, his throat feeling so fucking dry as he cracks out, “Hey, Mama.”

His mother wails in absolute glee, “Touya!” and engulfs him in the coolest hug that ever warmed his core.

Peals of laughter ring in his ear, and the side of a wide smile presses against the healthy skin of his cheek, his mother praising the gods — "thank you, thank you, oh, Gods, thank you for bringing him back to me, my baby!"  — and tears drip onto his neckline.

When his mother pulls back, her hands return to cup the scarred skin of his face, and her broken heart reflects so clearly in her expression, “Oh, Gods, what has he done to you? What... have I let this world turn you into?”

Touya’s mouth gapes at the admission. 

He has never outwardly blamed his mother for any of Enji’s actions, for what this world has twisted him into, but the smallest and ugliest parts of him would hate his mother in the dead of the night for the slightest second, his inner child pleading, ‘Why didn’t she protect me? Why does no one care enough?’ 

He’s older now. He knows exactly what constant abuse does to the mind, knows that escape is never so black and white, and usually feels downright impossible, but that part of him — the part of him that was abandoned by his mother, ignored and told to keep quiet, it latches to his heart like a parasite in the worst of moments. 

“Mama,” He starts, “It’s not your fault.” 

His mother smiles at him sadly, so fucking sadly, “Whose fault is it, if not the ones that were supposed to dedicate their lives to your protection?”

His mouth wobbles in the telltale sign of his body trying to cry, but his melted tear ducts only allow the seams under his eyes to stretch and split over his staples, and he feels the drops of wet and hot blood trail down his face, “Ma…”

Delicate and cold fingers try to wipe away the blood that drips down her son’s face, ending in translucent smears across pinked and purpled flesh.

“I should have left. I should have kicked up a fuss and gone to every police and news station and demanded  help.”

Touya only shakes his head, “They wouldn’t have listened.”

“Well, I should have tried, Touya!” His mother cries and grabs his shoulders, her head hanging in shame, “Words… There aren’t enough to describe how sorry I am,” When she looks back up at him, Touya’s throat constricts at the look of desperation that’s etched into his mother’s face, “I will carry my failed responsibility till the day I die. I will be sorry to my grave, and even beyond that.”

The mention of ‘failure’ triggers something in Touya, something that urges him to fix this mood, tend to his mother’s sadness, soothe her, “I don’t blame you, Ma,” He lies, “I forgive you, alrigh’?” Anything to ease that agonized expression off his mother’s face. 

His mother starts to violently shake her head, “Don’t ever burden yourself with forgiving me, my son — my precious, wonderful boy.” Even against the deadened skin of his neck, he feels his mother’s cool touch, “I will love you anyway. I will be here for you, always.” 

Hearing his mother tell him that she still loves him, after all this time, after failing, after murder and villainy, revives a part of his heart he thought long-dead, “I love you, too,” And this time he means it. 

His mother smiles, “You can love me and not forgive me.” 

“Well, I decide if I forgive you, and I want to.”

She brings him into another hug, “There’s no rush,” and uses all her strength to squeeze his middle, pouring all the love she has through this decade-late touch. 

She asks so many questions — ‘How did this happen? Where have you been? Who helped you? Why have you returned? Who else knows?’ 

“Just a few people. Pro-Hero Hawks, Natsou, Shou.”

His mother’s hand never left his own since they sat down on her bed, “Not Fuyumi?”

Shouto sits on the other side of her, “No. We aren’t sure how she’ll react, if she’ll tell Father. Her intentions are always good, but she’s foolishly naive.”

“Geeze, Shou — a lil’ harsh, don’tcha think?” Not that Touya doesn’t agree but things were different for Fuyumi.

His mother sighs heavily and shakes her head in shame, “I raised Fuyumi all wrong, gave her the worst role model. I’m afraid I’ve turned her into a fixer, and women who try to fix things all the time end up in horrible situations,” She squeezes her sons’ hands and moves her head to look at both of them, “Please, don’t let that mentality consume her. Otherwise, she’ll end up here, same as me and all the other women.”

Touya’s eyebrows furrow, “Other women?”

His mouth lets out a bitter laugh, “Half of the women in here are like me. Wives told they’re hysterical. Women pushed to their breaking point, locked away and not allowed to leave until their husbands sign for their release,” and the way she says the word 'husband’  sounds like poison. 

Shouto and Touya share a horrified look, anger kindling within their hearts.

A few hours later, a nurse knocks on the door to remind them that visiting hours are almost over. 

Touya puts on his facemask and is about to slip the sunglasses back on when his mother cradles his face again and gently tugs him to bow his head before she presses a hard kiss to his forehead, “Survive. Do what you must. Don’t let them lock you up.”

And even though Touya nods, he’s lying again because he doesn’t know if he can see a way around it anymore, doesn’t know if he’ll ever be allowed freedom for what he’s going to do.

He’s made his decision.

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Mini Fanfic #1192: The Hawk vs. The Moms (Sonic X SSBU)

9:15 a.m. Outside of the Smash Mansion......

Storm: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Mansion in Front of Him and his Boss, Jet) Woooooooah.........This is where Sonic lives?

Jet: Criminy on stick, I thought this was supposed to be mansion, not a literal castle! (Sighs While Grabbing his Chin) Then again, considering how massive the roster is, I can't really think of anywhere else they would live but here.

Storm: Hey, you think Sonic's royalty?

Jet: (Turns to Storm with a Raised Eyebrow) Royalty? Sonic?

Storm: (Turns to His Boss) Yeah, I mean, his mom is a princess right? So wouldn't that make him a prince of some kind by default?

Jet: (Shrugs) I dunno, maybe, if you wanna be that technical. (Crosses his Arms) What I wanna know is why HE, of all people, got pick to be part of thar dumb tournament in the first place.

Storm: (Uses his Fingers to Count the Reasons) Well, he's more well-known, cooler, more faster than you are-(Eyes Widens Notices his Boss Glaring at Him in Silence) I-Is what he WANTS us to think, till you show 'em who's boss on that race later on today! (Start Laughing Very Nervous and Awkwardly)

Jet: (Stares at Storm For a Brief Second Before Sighing in Defeat) Let's just get this over with. (Sticks his Hand Out) Storm, megaphone.

Storm: (Gives Jet the Megaphone) Up and ready for ya, boss!

Jet: Thank you. (Tries Turning on the Megaphone) Now, I just need to turn this bad boy on and- (Suddenly Hears a a Sudden Sharp Shriek From the Device) GAH! P-Pain in the...(Sighs Before Lowering the Megaphone Down a Notch) Okay. Got the music on standby?

Storm: (Gives Jet a a Thumbs Up) You got it! (While Turning On the a Boom Box He's Holding).

As the boom box begins to play the Babylon Rogue's Signature Theme Song (Catch Me If You Can), Jet clears his throat and takes a bit of a deep breath before he begins to speak on the megaphone.

Jet: SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!! WAKE UP! You got a loud and clear message coming from yours truly: Jet the Hawk! If you must know, I've managed to caught wind of all those little posts you made on the web recently. Like, how you're....(Does Mockingly Poor Sonic Impression)"The Fastest Thing Alive" and "No could top you at Mach speed" , and my personal favorite: "How you could beat EASILY me in a One v. One race in the skies anytime, anywhere, with no sweat and competition at all!~" (Gets Enraged) WELL, GUESS WHAT? Not only do I accept your challenge, but- (Continues Yelling on the Megaphone)

Meanwhile at Sonic's Room......

Sonic is in his bed soundly asleep wearing sound canceling earbuds, perfect for protecting his ears from loud, screeching noises from outside.

Back Outside

Jet: Smash Beach, 5 p.m. sharp. Be there or get lett in the dust!

Storm: (Takes the Megaphone From Jet's Hand and Scream Out) AND BECOME SQUARE!!!

Jet: (Slowly Turns his Head Back to Storm) .....What?

Storm: (Sheepishly Shrugs) You know, like......"Be There, Be Square". It's kinda like an old saying-

Jet: Oh, gimme that! (Snatches the Megaphone Back From Storm's Hand) That was the most boring insult you could ever make and you know it.

Storm: (Lowers his Head) Sorry, boss.

Jet: (Continues Speaking on the Megaphone) Now, as what I' was saying-(Notices the Front Door Opening Up Before Smirking) Heh. Look who finally decides to show- uuuuuuuuuuup? (Eyes Slowly Starts to Widened in Fear at Who Actually Came Outside Instead Before Dropping his Megaphone on the Ground)

Peach: (Crosses her Arms the Rest of the Unwanted Guess, With a Not Pleased Look on her and the Rest of the Certified Moms' Faces) Jet the Hawk, I presume.

Jet: Uh...(Chuckles Awkwardly) Good morning, ladies! Fancey seeing you all here- (Starts Whispering) Storm, what do we- (Notices Storm was Missing) Storm? (Eyes and Nouth Widens as He Sees his Bodyguard Running Away) STORM!

Storm: THOSE LADIES TERRIFIED ME, BOSS! I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!~

Jet: (Growls Before Comically Glaring at Storm From a Distance) YOU COWARD!! AT LEAST HAVE THE COMMON SENSE TO TAKE ME WITH YOU!-

'A-Hem'

Jet eyes widens yet again as he slowly turns back to the moms, a dark, fiery aura surrounding then as their glares seem to pierece the Hawk in very soul.

Jet: Uhh.....Y-You know what? (Chuckles Awkwardly Again) I-I just remembered that I got myself lost and stumbled upon the wrong mansion. (Turbs Around abd Starts Spriniting Away) So if you'll just excuse me- GAH! (Gets his Ear Pulled by Samus)

Samus: Nope. You're coming with us. (Drags Jet by the Ear as She and the Rest of the Ladies Walk Back Inside the Mansion)

Jet: Nonono! Wait! Y-You the wrong idea! I'm innocent, I tell ya, INNOCEN-

In the Dining Hall

Jet: (Takes a Sip of Tea Given to Him, Sitting at the Moms' Table Before Becoming Genuinely Surprised) Wow. This.....might be the best tea I've ever tasted.

Peach: You really think so? (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly) I feel like it might be the weakest batch I've made yet.

Jet: (Happily Nodded) Yeah. I mean, to be fair, it's been a while since drunken tea in general, but trust me, your highness, yours is one of greatest so far.

Peach: (Giggles Softly While Blushing a Bit) Aww thank you!~ I only try my best-

Moms: Peach!

Peach: (Eyes Widened at the Realization) Oh. Right! (Clears Her Throat Before Putting on a More Serious Look on her Face as She Resumes Back to the Topic at Hand) Now, Jet, I assume you're wondering why we brought in here. We have a lot to discuss about, young man.

Jet: (Starts Getting Scared Again) .......Is this about what happened this morning?

Daisy: It's one of the reasons. (Crosses her Arms) But since you so graciously brought it up, you mind telling us why you were yelling your lungs out in middle of our front yard, in the early morning?

Bayonetta: And had the steer audacity to ruin MY beauty sleep in the process!? (Turns Away While Pouting) Honestly, that's so rude.....(Lays the Side of her Head onto Her Goddess' Shoulder)

Palutena: (Gently Rubs on Her Witch's Hair While Glaring at Jet) She's been in a bad mood all morning ever since. No thanks to you.

Jet: (Sighs While Crossing his Arms) Well, it's not like I wanted to come out and distrub anyone's sleep on this time of hour. This was all Storm's idea!

Tifa: The guy that ran off earlier?

Jet: The very same. He's been my bodyguard since day one. Not even close to being one of the sharpest minds out there, but he does the job fine enough. He convinced me to come over here and declare a challenge from Sonic.

Rosalina: (Raises an Eyebrow) A Challenge you say?

Jet; Just a 3-4 Lap race around the beach this afternoon, honest to God!

Samus: Uh-huh. And you couldn't just record yourself doing this in comforts on your own place because.........

Jet: ('Sighs in Defeat') The thought never occurred to me at the time.......

Samus: Right. Which now leads to the next topic: What's your beef with Sonic?

Jet: I-

Samus: (Quickly Got her Hand Up as Sje Stops Het From Speaking) Nonono. Don't even try to deny it. Cause from we've heard, you two would always butting heads with one another every chance you get.

Rosalina: We were going to write them off as normal banters between two rivals, until we also found out that you and your team have brought harm onto him and his friends on more than one occasion. (Pireces her Glare at Jet a Bit) That doesn't seem very nice and mature of you, don't you think?

Jet: (Eyes Widened in Fear as He Let Out a Single Gulp) O-Okay! I'll admit. Our confrontations hasn't been the most friendliest in the world and we may have thrown punches at one another at one point, but in my defense, he kept pushing my buttons a whole lot with consistent boasting! Always going on and on about- (Does a Fake Sonic Impression) "Even with wings, I can still fly better and faster than you!" Knowing damn well that he only gotten good at riding the Extreme Gears in the first place was because he and his pal interfered with US first!

Samus: (Turns to Peach With a Shrug) Our boy is a unapologetic show-off.

Peach: ('Sighs Heavily') Very much so and to a reckless sense too.....I'll be sure to talk to him about this later. But you know this is gonna have to stop, right?

Jet: The rivalry?

Peach: No, dear, not necessarily. Rivalry is the best way to build character and strengthen growth from both parties involved.

Rosalina: We just don't want the childish antics from either of you to diminish any of that going forward.

Samus: Which is all the more reason why you two are gonna grow out that phase starting today. (Gives Jet a Darkened Glare) Or else.

Jet: (Starts Sweating Bullets) R-Right! ('Clears Throat') Will do.

Falco: (Walks into the Room) 'Ey, princess, you mind if I have some of the cookies you made- (Eyes Widened and Glares at a Very Familiar Face Sitting on the Moms Table) Oh hell no! Who invited this little twerp in here!?

Jet: (Forms a Cocky Smirk at Falco) Well, well, well, if it isn't good man Lombardi! How you doing these days? Those old bones of yours doing you any good?

Falco: Oh, they're doing REAL good alright.....(Cracks Both his Knuckles Before Angrily Msking his Way to the Table) Let me show you how improved they've become once I come over there and pummel your smartass to clemen-

Peach: (Immediately Gets Herself Up From her Seat as She Stands Between Falco and the Table) Falco! No! Behave yourself right this instance!!

Falco: But-

Samus: ('Sigh') Look, just leave the kid to us for now, alright? We got this.

Peach: (Gently Place her Hand onto of Falco's, Helping him Calm Down a Bit) Why don't you help yourself to some cookies in the living room, okay?

Falco: (Sighs Before Smiling) You don't have to tell me twice. Thanks, your majesty. (Finally Walks Away)

Peach: (Giggles Softly) You're welcome, dear. Don't eat all it up though!

Falco: (Gives Peach a Reassurance Wave) Don't worry, I won't! (Turns Back to Jet, Pointing his Two Fingers at His Eyes and Onto His) 'Got my eyes on you, Hawk Boy!

Jet: (Casually Waves Goodbye to Falco) Enjoy your cookies, grandp-

The Moms starts glaring back at Jet all at once, instantly shutting him up effectively.

Isabelle: ('Sighs Heavily') I guess with that tangent aside, it time we moves on to next topic.....The race.

Jet: ('Groans in Annoyance') Oh come on, that was years ago! He accepted the challenge!

Samus: Right after you provoked hin to do it, right?

Jet: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah......

Isabelle: Jet, you can't go around challenging someone on something they have little to no experience riding on, especially in a middle the busy road!

Jet: The streets weren't THAT busy from what I remembered....But you're right. It was completely immature on my part. And- (Suddenly Starts Yawning) It won't- ('Yawns') ever happen again.....

Daisy: You're doing okay there, kiddo?

Jet: ('Sighs a Bit Heavily') Yeah.....I just felt the urge to yawn a lot- ('Yawns') apparently........

Peach: (Starts Getting Worried Along with the Rest of the Ladies) Oh my.....Did you get any sleep last night?

Jet: Ehh.... kinda? I was too busy finishing up paper work of various company deals for a business I've been running for some time now, all night that I barely got any. ('Yawns') It's just the life and times of being a Workaholic, ya know?

Rosalina: But you're so young.......

Bayonetta: Yes, especially when you have to deal with something icky as paperwork all day.

Jet: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeah, but it's not that big of a deal. I had to work my way up ever since I was a little hatching, mostly thanks to Wave and Storm's help obviously, but that's beside the point. If I can train myself to hunt and steal valuable treasure and ride on an Extreme Gear with mach speed, then I can deal woth those lousy papers no problem. Mostly. Why? You're worried about me or something?

Rosalina: Yes, of course. As impressive as it is for you to accomplish so much in your lifetime, you shouldn't have burden yourself with all that work.

Daisy: Yeah. Especially when you have your pals there to help you out. You're never alone!

Jet: Huh. Funny. That's almost exactly what Wave keeps telling me....

Samus: Yeah, well you should take up her advice more often. It could do you more wonders.

Peach: (Gives Jet a Reassuring Smile) And more smiles.

Jet: ('Sigh') Yeah, I guess. Why..... are you all worry and helping me out exactly? Not that I don't appericate it or anything but.....you know.

Palutena: (Giggles a Bit) Why not?~ We're moms. We tend to get ourselves worry over everyone we meet and cherish, relatively quickly I may add.

Samus: Yeah. (Playfully Ruffles the Top of Jet's Haur Feathers) Even if it's over a snot-nose brat like you~

Jet: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Quit that! I just comb there!

Samus: Sure, I'll stop, but ONLY if you promise us to get some sleep once you head back to your blimp and at least try not to cause too much trouble with Sonic and Falco, will ya?

Jet: F-Fine! Fine! I promise on both fronts. But uhh....You mind if I stay here for a little while longer? (Starts Blushing a Bit) Woth you guys?

Moms: AWWWWWWWWWW!~

Peach: (Forms a Playful Gron on her Face) Did you really enjoy the company with us today, sweetie?~

Jet: (Scoffs a Bit While Shrugging) Well, I must be considering how kind you all were listen to my rambling and tried to look out for me despite everything that happened earlier. Plus, your tea is good, so-Hm? (Notices his Cup is Getting Filled Up with Tea)

Peach: (Happily Gives Jet a Refill) Let's chat for a few more minutes, okay dear?

A Few Minutes of Chatting Later......

Moms: (In the Dining Room) BYE, JET!~

Peach: Get yourself some much needed rest, okay sweetie!?

Jet: (Waves Goodbye to the Moms) Don't worry, I will! (Heads Out the Front Door) See ya!

Sonic: (Standing by the Doorway in a Chill Manner) Sup, Jet.

Jet: GAH! (Quickly Places Hand on his Chest and Panting Before Glaring at the Blue Blur) The hell did you came from!?

Sonic: From my room. (Starts Smirking a Bit) Had myself a nice nap till I couldn't help but noticed you got yourself dragged in here by the Moms. Did they chew your ear off?

Jet: Yeah, but we had tea afterwards, so it's not all bad I guess. But since you're here I-

Sonic: Yeah, don't worry. I accept your challenge. Just go and get yourself some sleep already, bird brain.

Jet: (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) ('Hmph') Way ahead of you. (Walks Away While Giving a Casually Wave Goodbye to Sonic) Have fun getting scolded at, porky pine!

Sonic: See ya- (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Wait, what?

Moms: SONIC!!

Peach: Come in here right now, mister! We need to talk!

Sonic: (Facepalms Himself with a Sigh) Ah, Son of a-

Bonus

On the Babylon Blimp......

Wave: (Enraged) BITCH, STORM! Why would you leave Jet all alone in that mansion!!

Storm: The ladies were giving us Death Glares, so I panicked! I'm sorry!

Wave: Sorry. ('Heh') Sorry! That's all you have to say after running away and NOT LOOKING BACK LIKE A COWARD!!

Storm: (Galtes Back at Wave) Hey, I'm a lot of things, and coward is not one of them!

Wave: Go back down to the mansion and get Jet back here in person and MAYBE I'll reconsider.

Storm: (Turns Away With his Arms Crossed) And get yelled at in the process? No way!

Wave: So that makes you a coward then.

Storm: Does not!

Wave: Does. SO-

'Door Opens'

Jet: (Steps In the Room) I'm back!

Storm: (Smiles Brightly) Boss! You're alive!-

Wave: (Glares at her Boss) JET!

Storm: (Lowers his Smile Downs to a Frown) Op. Not for long.

Wave: You have a LOT of explaining to-

Jet: I know. I've been trying to mess with Sonic again, even though you told me not to a million times already and I apologize for it So I'm just gonna go to my room, get the rest you guys been wanting me to have, and let you take care of the rest of the unfinished work from here. And Storm, I am never taking any advice from from you ever again, just so we're clear. Thank you. (Walks to his Room)

Storm: (Lowers his Head Down in Shame) That's fair.

Wave: (Gently Surprised by Jet's Apology) Y-Yeah, well....You better get enough sleep in there!! (Puts on a Pouty Look on her Face)

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#sonic series #super smash ultimate #jet the hawk #storm the albatross #peach #daisy #rosalina #samus aran #palutena #bayonetta #tifa lockhart #isabelle #falco lombardi #sonic the hedgehog #wave the swallow #certified moms #humor #scolding #a bit of fluff in the end #sonic and jet's petty rivalry #edited

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Chapter 4: The  Monster

[Previous Chapter]

I glanced at Jonathan in disbelief as I was told of what they had found out so far.

"You took pictures of us?" I blurt out, crossing my arms and leaning on my right leg.

He sputters for a moment before Nancy speaks up. 

"That doesn't matter anymore Dare. We think we know what took Barb, and we're going to go out tonight to see if we can find it." She steps in front of me, putting her hands on my shoulders. "I want you there with me Dare-"

"Nancy, it'll be dangerous even for us-" Jonathan interrupts, sparing me a glance. "Look, Dare, I know you want to help-"

I scoff and shake my head, brushing Nancy's hands off my shoulders. Turning to Jonathan I push my finger into his chest. "I'm gonna stop you right there Jonny-boy. If this thing took Barb and Will? I'm coming with you guys. And dangerous?" I grin slightly, turning to Nancy. "I've told you guys that's practically my middle name. Plus, you'll need me if we come face to face with that thing."

Nancy rolls her eyes. "Dare, I know you have never been arrested before. Stop trying to tell me that you have been-"

Throwing my hands in the air I groan. "Nancy, I wasn't talking about that. But it is true!"

"Then what were you talking about?" Jonathan asks as Nancy glares at me.

Turning to him I smile, crossing my arms. "You'll see later. Where are we meeting?"

---

"Nancy, don't you think this sort of insane though?" I ask from on top of her Mom's car, my right leg crossed under my left leg. I grab another chip from the bag, popping it into my mouth as Nancy grabs a baseball bat.

"What? The fact that a monster took Barbra?" She looks over at me. "Or the fact that Monsters exist?" 

I snort as I swing my leg back and forth. "Both? I mean, I meant that it was weird to see you around Jonny."

She swings the bat before laughing. "Why do you call him that? I didn't even know that the two of you were friends."

Shrugging my shoulders I noticed something move from the corner of my eyes. "I'm not sure. I just remember calling him that for as long as I remember."

She keeps swinging the bat around, and I turn my head to look at who was approaching us. I raise a brow as Steve makes his way toward us. I jump off the car, dodging the swinging bat with a laugh.

"Meet ya later Alligator." I wave my hand at her, throwing the empty bag of chips into the open trashcan. 

"Steve." I nod my head at him before walking to my bike.

Hopping on the bike, I glance back at her and Steve, before I push off and head to my house.

---

[HAWKINGS: 1973]

"Where's my Dare-bear?" A man calls out, hunched over as he looks under the table.

A six-year-old YN covers her mouth with her hand as she giggles. The man narrowed his eyes in the direction of the potted plant, a smile gracing his face.

"I can't seem to find my Dare-bear." He pouts and turns towards the kitchen, slowly walking away. "I guess I'll have to eat all this candy all by myself."

YN audibly gasps, jumping out of her hiding spot and running towards her father. "Daddy!"

He turns around and bends down and picks her up. "Gotcha!"

She laughs as he places a wet kiss on her cheeks. "Daddy! Don't eat all the candy!"

He laughs and shakes his head. "Of course not Sweet pea. Now, how about we go-"

---

The door slowly creaked open, the dim light of the moon casting shadows across the room. YN slowly crept into the basement, her stuffed toy bear dangling from her fingers, its leg dragging against the ground.

"Daddy?" She hesitantly whispered, the stairs creaking as she took another step into the room. 

‘Dare, don't come into this room. Unless it's something serious, alright?' She had remembered Dad telling her before, making her hesitate. 'This is where Daddy does his projects, and he shouldn't be bothered alright?'

YN inhaled softly, tightening her grasp on her bear. "Daddy, I had a nightmare. And I'm too scared to go back to sleep." She said gently as she stepped onto the stone-cold floor.

She frowned as she didn't hear a reply. Her eyes drifted around the dark room, noticing the strange pictures and papers on the wall. Silently, she takes a step towards the desk that was off to the right, noticing the glass that was knocked over. Pressing her lips together she stands on her toes, reaching over the desk. She drops her bear, putting her left hand on the desk to push herself up as she barely brushes against the glass.

She slowly puts the glass upright and sighs as she takes a step back. She frowned heavily as she felt something coating her hand, and she looks down at her hands. Her eyes widened, her breath stopping in her throat. 

Then she hears a small soft sound of something hitting the ground. Turning to her left, towards the dark corner, hesitantly taking a step forward.

"Daddy?"

---

[HAWKINS: 1983]

YN breathed in deeply as she stared at the basement door in front of her. She flexed her fingers as she slowly exhaled, before grabbing the doorknob. Twisting it, it clicked open and the darkness of the basement caused a shiver to crawl up her spine. 

Closing her eyes briefly, she shook off the memories sneaking into her mind. Huffing, she opened her eyes and walked down the stairs, flicking the light as she passed. She paused as she saw the room again, for the first time in years. Her gaze instinctively darted to the corner, before she shook her head while pulling out her inhaler. She walked to the storage closet, opening it she noticed the box was in the corner underneath the shelf behind some spray paint.

Kneeling down, YN moves the cans out of the way and pulls the box towards her. She inhales deeply as she opens the box, and prepares for the night that would come.

---

"Screw that." I hear Nancy say before the sound of a gun being fired is heard. 

I whistle as she manages to hit the can, and they turn towards me. "That was impressive Nancy. Good shot!"

She grins, giving me a small nod. "Thank you." Her eyes dart down to my empty hands and her brows furrow. "Did you not bring anything?"

I snort before shaking my head, reaching behind my back, and pulling out my gun. "Only brought this and a handful of bullets. Figured that we wouldn't need much else, right?"

Nancy's brows shoot up as she and Jonathan look at each other. 

"Do you know how to shoot?" He asks causing me to laugh.

"You guys need to believe me sometimes. Of course, I can shoot." I say as I point my pistol at the farthest can. 

I squint my eyes as I try to align my gun with the can before I groan and just shoot. I grin as a soft ping is heard, and the can disappears from its spot.

"Wow." Nancy gapes at me as I blow on the barrel of the gun like they had done in the movies.

I wave her off. "Don't sweat it, Nance. I've had years of this, so you're a natural since you did this for the first time."

She turns to me, walking closer, and asks me in a low voice. "So, have you been telling the truth this whole time? About, ya know."

I smirk and look over at Jonathan. "I think it's time to head out. And once this is over, you can ask Hopper if you'd like."

Nancy sputtered as I walk off before she runs after me. "No, tell me now! Dare!"

---

I ignore the bickering between Nancy and Jonathan, shaking my head as they go back and forth, taking turns to yell at each other. I wasn't exactly going to wait for them to stop yelling, if anything I'll let them continue. So they can get it out of their systems. Besides, it's not like anything wrong could happen.

I pause for a moment, hearing a stick breaking to my left. Glancing back at Nancy and Jonathan, sighing when they are still arguing. I roll my eyes before lifting my flashlight and heading toward the area where I had heard the sound come from. 

It's not like we'll find anything. And maybe the monster is really just a guy wearing a shitty costume. I mean, like in scooby-doo! Someone is just being a massive dick for no reason. Looking around, mostly at the ground, I try to find the broken stick. I jump slightly when I step on a stick, and it shot up and hit my ankle. 

I hop on one foot for a moment, rubbing my ankle, hissing when I realize it scrapped my skin. Just as I put my foot on the ground, I walk right into a spider web that was dangling from a tree. I brush at my face frantically, taking off my hat to brush off the web. I yelp when I notice the spider crawling up my arm, and use a said hat to hit it off. After shaking my hat a few times, I put it back on my head, pulling my ponytail through the hole. I shiver in disgust as I walk backward, still rubbing my arms to get the webs off.

Then I trip. 

Groaning in pain as I feel a freaking rock dig into my back, I slowly sit up. I look back at where I had fallen, trying to find where my flashlight flew off when I see something. In a tree trunk, a dark glow, one that was familiar.

My eyes widen as I remember where I had seen it, has it been just a day ago. The thing that was in the laboratory. I frown, 'But why is it out here?' I think.

I glance back to where I came from before a stunning realization hits me. I don't remember where I came from. Pausing for a moment, I listen to the forest, waiting to see if they are still fighting. But I hear nothing.

"They forgot about me. They fucking forgot about me." I mutter before standing up, brushing my backside from leaves and dirt.

But just as I stood up, I felt something grab my ankle. As I turn to look down, I'm jerked off my feet and pulled through a god damn tree. I know I had screamed because I felt a weird slimy substance slip into my mouth, and I gagged as I spat it out. When I reached the other side, I see the monster in front of me. Its claws around my ankle, the one that had a fresh scratch on it.

It opened its mouth, face? And it roared at me, with whatever vocal cords it had. I screamed back loudly, kicking my feet wildly. I kicked its neck with my foot, the one it wasn't holding, and I managed to push it back. Its grasp on my ankle slipped just enough before I was able to kick it off. I ignore the pain that now throbbed through my ankle, where its claws had scratched me, and I stood up.

I reached behind my back, grabbing my gun as I walk backward away from it. I raise my gun and shoot at it as it charges at me. It dodges, causing my eyes to widen before I shoot it again. Managing to pierce its skin on its upper chest, it staggered back again. And I don't hesitate to turn around and run. 

‘Dare?' I hear a strange echo of Nancy calling out my name, and it almost makes me trip.

"Nance! Nancy! Jonathan!" I yell, taking a quick glance behind me to see where it was.

'Dare? Where are you?' I hear Jonathan yell this time.

My eyes widen as it charges at me, much fast than I was. I turn around a tree, slipping slightly before I push myself back upright, and run again. I wanted to laugh as I hear it run into a tree, obviously not skilled in taking fast turns. I glance around the bottom of the tree trying to find the portal back to the real world.

'DARE!' Nancy shouts, and I tumble as the pain in my ankle flares up.

Scrambling upright again, I look over my shoulder, before noticing that I couldn't see it anymore. I wheeze as I twirl around, trying to find it again. 

But it was as if it had disappeared into thin air.

Hesitantly I move towards the closest tree, before slumping down against it. Looking down at my ankle, I hiss as I see the wound bleeding pretty badly. 

"Next time, pack a bag of first aid shit," I mutter to myself, before leaning down and untying my shoe.

I groan as I pull off my shoe before I pull off my sock and press it against the wound. I pull at the strings in my hood, jerking it out and taking in a deep breath. I clench my teeth as I tie the string around the sock and my bleeding ankle. The best makeshift bandage that I can make for the current state of things.

I cringe as I put my shoe on my sockless foot, retying them before taking a moment to breathe.

'Dare!' I hear Jonathan yell distantly in the strange echoes again. 

"I'm here! Wherever that is." I mutter, using the tree to stand up again.

I raise my gun as I hesitantly take a step forward, my knee almost buckling at the pain that shoots up my leg. Gritting my teeth I lean back against the tree before noticing the branch that was on the ground.

---

I don't know how long I've been wandering around. But I do know that I am somehow still alive.

Pausing to breathe in my inhaler, I lean against the stick I use to walk and glance around.

"Dare?" 

I stumble as I nearly twist my ankle turning around at the clear sound of Nancy's voice.

"Nance! Oh, thank fuck." I say as we run towards each other and hug.

"I couldn't find you, I'm so sorry for not noticing that you were gone earlier-"

I shake my hand as I put my left hand on her shoulder, pushing her back so I could look at her face. "Nance, it's cool. I'm alright. But we need to get out of here."

She nods her head but then notices my stick. "Why do you have tha- Oh my god you're hurt!"

I scoff and shake my head. Before I start nodding my head. "It fucking hurts, I wanna leave."

And then the monster popped out from behind a tree. Nancy acted quickly, grabbing my arm and dragging me behind a different tree. I lost my stick in the process.

I grit my teeth at the pain as I push my weight onto my scratched ankle. Nancy noticed my pinched face, sending me a look of apology. I sigh softly before freezing as we hear Jonathan talking, and we turn our heads towards the portal.

I turn back to Nancy, before glancing back at the portal quickly. She slowly nods her head, and I raise my hand, counting down 3.

2.

1.

We sprint towards the portal, and I get pushed in first. I break through the barrier, feeling Jonathan grabbing my hand and pulling me out. As I escape to the other side, I roll onto my back, and reach back in and help Nancy out. Pulling her hand, we slowly drag her out of the portal, her collapsing in between me and Jonathan. Her arms wrap around me and Jonathan as we hold her, looking back at the portal that was closing.

---

I lay down on the floor of Nancy's room, my injured foot lifted into her lap as she cleaned the scratches. Jonathan moves a blanket around Nancy's shoulders as I move my arm to cover my eyes.

"Shit! That hurt Nancy!" I hiss at her, lifting my arm slightly to glare at her.

She looked down at me and shook her head. "We have to disinfect it, Dare. You know that."

I roll my eyes, putting my arm back down to block out the light. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the cotton swab that brushed against my wound. The muscles in my leg tightened as I resisted the urge to jerk my foot out of her lap. My fingers curl into fists as Nancy starts wrapping it up with a bandage.

She looks down at me and I notice the distance look in her eyes. The realization that there was a monster in Hawkins. One look filled with fear was that she had almost died.

I moved my foot out of her lap, moving onto my knees in front of her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug.

"It'll be okay Nance. We'll beat it next time." I whisper to her and she nods her head as she hugs me back.

"Yeah, next time," Nancy murmurs softly, her hand tightening into a fist behind my back.

---

"Dare, DARE! Wake up!" 

I groan as I open my eyes, the blinding light from the window forcing me to close my eyes again. 

"What Nance?" I turn onto my stomach, my face burying into the pillow. 

Suddenly the pillow was yanked out from under my head, my face hitting the bedsheets. I open up my eyes slightly, trying to her and glaring.

"Get up. We're making a plan to get the monster tonight." She says as she opened the window.

My eyes widen, and my brain registers the gentle throbbing coming from my ankle. I push myself up and search the room frantically for my jacket. I roll out of bed and grab it, along with my hat, and put them on over the clothes Nancy gave me to sleep in.

"Alright. Where do you want to meet?" I ask her, and at the confusion on her face I gesture down at my attire. "No offense Nance, but I'm not going monster hunting wearing this."

She looked down at me and nodded her head. "Alright. We can meet at the corner store, the one that you stole from. Make sure to change the bandages, just to be safe." 

I grin at her and cross my arms. "So you finally believe me? That I did some dumb shit a while ago?"

She sighs and shakes her head slightly. "I don't know what to think. But I know you wouldn't lie to me. So I'll believe you, but I will ask Hopper."

I shrug my arms with a smirk as she leans out the window before she pauses and looks back at me.

"We think it hunts by the scent of blood. So, be careful on your way back."

---

I snuck back out through my window, to avoid questions from Mom and from Dustin. Especially from Dustin. I knew that my little brother would give me that stare that would cause my ability to lie to break like a glowstick.

I wince as my shoe presses against the rebandaged wound, and I make a mental note to get a different pair of shoes later. Picking up my bike, I frown when I notice that Dustin's bike was gone. He wasn't home.

'He's probably at Mike's. I should go visit them before heading back out with Nancy. See how El's doing.'  I thought, before pushing forward and making my way down the street.

So much had happened within a few days. Will went missing after our first D&D campaign in months. A strange girl with freaking powers shows up out of nowhere. Barb goes missing and a monster from another dimension had taken her. And not to mention that Hopper and I had broken into Hawkin's laboratory, and found a gate to the other dimension.

I frown at the thought, turning a corner onto the main street.

'They had a portal to that weird place. And it was bigger than the other one in the forest had been. Had they possibly made it?'  I shake my head at the thought before thinking back to how it had been blocked off. 'They might have made it. Or at least had something to do with it being made.'

I sigh heavily as I look at the passing building, that I had seen many times before. My train of thought suddenly froze as I pass by the movie theater. Squeezing my breaks harshly, I stop on the sidewalk and look at the titles in horror.

'Nancy the slut Wheeler' had been spray-painted in red on the board.

I grit my teeth as anger flares in my veins, my blood boiling as my mind filters through the assholes who could have done this. And it hits me.

Steve and his stupid little friend group.

Disappointment seeped into my mind as I thought about it more. Disappointed that Steve would just let this happen. Or even do this himself.

I turn my bike around, trying to see if I could find him if he had even stuck around. And I see a police car pulling out of an alleyway. I squint as I try to see who was in the car when I notice a familiar brunette that I had seen not even a few hours ago.

Nancy and Jonathan were in that police car.

Sighing in hesitation, feeling like I should follow them, but the growing anger rises through me. The need to get payback, or at the very least hit the one who had done it. And I choose the latter.

I push forward, turning down the alleyway, passing by a red spray can that was abandoned on the concrete. Looking both ways as I come to the end of the alleyway I notice a pair of tire tracks leading away to my left. I smirk as I head in that direction, knowing that someone had to have been hurt if they interacted with Nancy and Jonathan. At the very least, I knew that Steve would have provoked Jonathan.

---

YN wanted to laugh as she had finally found them, after biking around the town for 20 minutes. And from the looks of the interaction happening in front of the gas station, Steve and Tommy were having a falling out.

"Hey, Assbutt!" Dare yelled as walked towards them, her bike abandoned on the sidewalk. 

They turned to her, Carol shaking her head with a stupid sneer on her face.

"If it isn't the sluts best friend. Or was that the other loser-" Carol had started to say before YN’s hand had met with Carol's face.

Carol fell to the ground, clutching her cheek with a whimper. Dare grinned widely as the adrenalin pushed through her veins.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that." Dare laughed before looking at Tommy and Steve, who had parted at her sudden attack.

Rage contorted Tommy's face as he looked down at his girlfriend, and then back at Dare who grinned back. 

"You're going to pay for that you bitch!" Tommy spat, his fist swinging back as he prepared to punch her.

But she was quicker, kicking his knee and then kneeing his face as his knees hit the ground. His nose cracked harshly at the impact, before he slipped backward, cradling his broken nose. Dare wheezed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her inhaler. She glared down at the two as she inhaled before she sneered at them.

"Get out of here. Now." 

Tommy glared at her, his blood dripping from his nose. "Fuck you." He sneered.

Dare laughed, tossing her head back. "I don't think you heard me right. Get the fuck out of here. Now."

"They'll be leaving," Steve said as he pulled her away before she could cause more damage to them.

Dare glared up at him, as the couple got to their feet and went to the car. Driving off, they flipped off Steve and Dare, who returned the gesture in kind.

"You didn't have to step in. I could have handled it." Steve looked at her as she walked back to her bike.

YN turned to him for a moment before snorting. "Yeah, sure. Just like how your face handled Jonathan's fists? If anything, I just saved you from having your asses handed to you again."

Steve huffed as he followed her, his hands drifting to his hips. "Yeah well, I know that you aren't exactly fond of me. And now that this-"

Dare paused and glared at him. "Fine, what the hell caused this to happen? And I don't mean your ass getting handed to you. I mean what the fuck is up with what's written on the movie theater."

Steve looked down briefly before sighing. "I saw Jonathan in her room, with her. Last night."

She stared at him for a moment before laughter of disbelief spilled from her. Steve looked at her in shock, and in slight offense before Dare cleared her throat.

"Steve, I don't know if she had the time to tell you before you had your ass beat. But I was there too. I was in the room the whole time. Nothing happened. At all." Dare stated as she crossed her arms. "I actually was getting patched up by Nancy, I couldn't walk so I just laid on the floor as she patched me up."

He frowned, worry slipping onto his bleeding features as she lifted her pants up enough to show off the white bandage.

"And no, I'm not going to tell you what happened." And Steve closed his mouth as he huffed.

"Then, can you tell me something at least?" He asked, and she paused as she leaned down to pick up her bike.

"Maybe. Depends on what you wanna know." 

He looked at her before crossing his arms. "Does he have feelings for her?"

Dare inhaled slowly before she frowned in thought. "I'm not sure. I may know him more than she does, but I'm not his bestie. I'm Nancy's best friend. Hell, I know her brother and his friends better than I know her."

Steve sighed and nodded his head. "Alright. Thanks then."

Dare watched him as he turned around and walked towards the gas station.

"Steve!" He turned around, looking at her. 

She sighed softly at the crestfallen look on his face. "You shouldn't worry about him. Nancy wouldn't do that, at all. You should apologize to her. But I wouldn't expect to be forgiven instantly, or to be able to continue the relationship." She crossed her arms, her bike leaning against her hip. "You really hurt her by doing that stupid shit. And I haven't even talked to her about it yet, but I know she's upset and hurt. Not to mention angry."

He stared at her before nodding his head, a sliver of a smile crossing his face. "Thanks, Henderson. You aren't too bad."

Dare smiles slightly. "And you could be worse Harrington."

---

YN grinned as she pulled up to the station, the thought of Nancy and Jonathan being arrested seeming surreal to her. She hopped off her bike, tossing it on top of the nearby bush. Climbing up the stairs she swung to door open, smiling as she sees the all too familiar faces of the police force, and their overworked secretary. 

"Hey there Florence! How are you today on this bright and beautiful day?" She said loudly as she swung around the corner. 

Florence sighed, shaking her head as a small smile crept onto her face. "Dare, what are you doing here?"

YN laughed as she leaned forwards on the desk. "I can't come in and see my favorite police secretary?" At the glare that was directed toward her, Dare raised her hands. "Fine, fine. I'm here to see someone. A certain Jonathan and Nancy were picked up, and I wanted to see them."

Florence shook her head. "I should have known that you had spread your criminal tactics to your friends. Although they should've taken more classes on how to not get caught. They're in Hopper's office. And Joyce is there too."

Dare laughed shaking her head, as she backed away towards Hopper's office. "Oh Flo, you know I've been clean for a few years now. Besides, they still don't believe me, since it was never the talk of this small town."

Shaking her head, Florence smiled and shooed her off. "You have been clean as far as we know Dare. But I know you're sneaky."

YN smiled as she turned the corner and swing the door to Hopper's office open.

"Hey there Hop! Heard that my friends were taken in, and thought that I should come to their defense." She paused as she noticed the large box and the tense look on their faces. "And can I safely assume that they know?" She asked directed toward Nancy.

Nancy nodded, as Joyce looked at YN in shock. 

"YN! Have you been in on this? What were you thinking! You could have been hurt! And what about your asthma?"

Dare's eyes widened before she turned to Hopper. "Did you not tell Joyce about how many times you've arrested me?"

Joyce's eyes widened even further. "YOU'VE BEEN ARRESTED-"

---

I step out of the room, listening to a woman yelling at Phil. I needed to hear it. 

But then I hear a voice, that I had heard before.

I step around the corner and look over to see Troy standing next to his mother. I glare at him, as I listen to what he had been saying. What he said about Dustin and my brother's group. And what he said about El.

My eyes widen and I move toward them.

"What the hell did you say?" I ask.

Troy's eyes widen as he sees me, stepping back as I glare at him. His mother looked at me before opening her mouth to yell at me.

"I said, what did you say about my brother?" Hopper puts his arm in front of me, stopping me. 

"Enough Kid-"

"What the hell did you do?" I yell at him, causing him to flinch.

"I just wanted payback!" Troy yelled, my eyes widening. "I just wanted to scare them a little."

---

"I swear to god, I am going to murder them," I muttered as I bounce my leg as we waited for the stupid kids to arrive.

Those stupid kids also included my brother.

As I see the lights of Hopper's car pulling in, I hop up and sprint to the door. As I swing it open, I kick open the screen door. I feel someone step up beside me, but I ignore it as the car pulls to a stop. 

"DUSTIN!" I yell as he opened the door, and I sprint at him. 

"Oh shit!"

I pull him into a tight hug, feeling my eyes water. "What the fuck were you guys thinking!" I hear Nancy pull her brother into a hug. "You guys scared the shit out of me! Next time, you come and get me! No, you know what, I'm not leaving you. If I leave you, you all do something fucking stupid-"

"Alright, Dare. Calm down." Nancy pulls on my shoulder and I turn to her with wide eyes.

"CALM DOWN-"

---

I grin as we roll the kiddie pool into the school gym, or Dustin and Lucas roll it in.

"So you actually went there? To the Upside Down?" Dustin asked as he pulled at one side of the pool.

I nod my head before sighing. "Yep, and even got into a little game of tag with the Demogorgon, that's what we're calling it right?"

They nod their head, eyes wide in shock.

"You actually fought it?" Lucas asked, pausing for a moment.

I snort and shake my head. "No, I said we played tag. In which I mean, I ran away from it, and it chased me." I lift my pant leg, showing the bandage that I was forced to change again an hour ago by Joyce.

"Even got a gnarly scar from it. But I can hide it." I say, and they stare at it in.

"Wait, how did you run away? You have asthma and you can barely run around the block." Dustin asked as I pulled on one side of the pool.

Rolling my eyes, I take a step back holding the pool. "Well, it got distracted by a deer. Managed to escape after that. Now are we going to make this pool happen or are we just going to stand around and keep talking like a bunch of cheerleaders?"

They sigh before grabbing onto the sides of the pool, and we pull it back. And then the side stays standing up. I whoop and holler, high-fiving Lucan and Dustin as we finally managed to get it to stay up. The door opens and we turn to see Nancy and Mike walking in with the hoses.

"Got it to stay?" She asked with a smile and I nod.

"Yep, took us a while too." I grin as I make my way toward her. 

We pull the hoses out of the wheel barrel, before looking at the storage closet. 

"You think we have enough?" I question before Dustin says, "Well I'm not helping move the pool-"

"We'll be fine. Come on." Nancy shakes her head, putting one of the rolls of hoses on the ground. She pulls the hose out, unraveling it as she starts walking toward the storage closet.

---

I bounce on my toes as I grin down at the water, the egg that Dustin placed on the water, floating perfectly. Nancy glances over at me, raising her right brow with a small smile.

"What's got you so excited?"

"After this is done, and we know that Barb and Will are safe. I'm going into the pool and floating." I speak rapidly before the door opens, and Eleven and Joyce walk in.

I cross my arms, giving Eleven a smile as she looks at me. She smiles back before leaning down and taking off her socks. We all gather around the small salty pool as she takes a step into it. As she sits down, so do we. I hiss in pain as I accidentally sit on the wrong leg, quickly switching over.

Nancy and Dustin send me a look and I roll my eyes. I look at Eleven, who was on her back and floating on top of the water. The radio crackled, and the lights in the gym surged before going out. We looked up at the lights before we turned back to Eleven.

"Barbra?" She whispered, her voice echoing through the radio.

"Whoa. That's weird." I whisper before grinning. "Awesome."

"Barb? Is she alright?" Nancy asks, bringing me back to what was going on.

"Gone. Gone. Gone!" 

My eyes widen, tears pricking my eyes and I feel like the air had been knocked out of me. I look over at Nancy, bringing her into a side hug. I push my lips into a thin line as I will the tears to go away. I don't hear Joyce whispering to Eleven. Comforting her. I sniff, before wiping my eyes with my fingers.

"Will?" Eleven whispers, and we all tense.

I look at Nancy, who looks back at me. I furrow my brows, asking the silent question of how she was. When she nods her head, I squeeze her closer for a moment, before letting her go.

"Tell him, that we're coming. We're going to come to find him." Joyce says as she squeezes Eleven's hand.

It falls silent for a moment before a soft voice comes through the radio.

"Hurry." That is all that Will says.

We let out a high collective sigh of relief and happiness. At least they did. Me and Nancy shared a sad look. Barbra was dead.

---

"Nancy! Nancy, where are you going?" I ask as I walk out of the gym for a brief moment. 

Nancy and Jonathan turn towards me before Nancy heads back to me.

"We're going to go and distract the monster-"

"Demogorgon and I can list a few ways why that's a dumb idea." I interrupt as I cross my arms.

She glares at me before shaking her head. "I can't just sit here and do nothing Dare. It's still out there, and it killed Barb!"

I stay silent as she spoke, I look down before sighing. "I know Nance. I know." I look back at her and pull her into a hug.

"You be careful alright? I can't lose another friend. And," I pull back but keep her at arm's length. "Give it hell for me, alright?"

She nodded her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. "So you're staying?"

I nod my head, glancing at Jonathan for a brief moment. "Yeah. Someone's got to look after them, right? Besides, you're in good hands."

She looks over her shoulder at Jonathan before looking back at me. "You be careful too. Don't let them do anything stupid."

I scoff a laugh, shaking my head. "Oh Nancy, I can barely stop them from stealing my candy. What makes you think that I'll be able to stop them from doing something stupid."

She grins, lightly punching my shoulder. "You'll be able to do it. I know you can."

I smile and nod. "You got it, Nance. Now go kick some ass."

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[moriihana]

we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || twelve: the both of you are definitely at least a little unhinged

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: because you were incredibly bored, you tag along with dabi during his little outing with the high-end nomu. the two of you have fun and bicker like an old married couple. the usual.

content: fluff

word count: 2659

taglist: @iincandescenttt

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“Hey, doll.” Dabi leaned against your bedroom doorframe, crossing his arms. “Got a moment to talk?”

You snorted, shifting Nugget off your lap. “No, can’t you see I’m totally swamped petting my questionably gay cat?” You joked. “‘course I have a moment. Especially since everyone’s off doin’ their own thing right now.”

He stepped in and shut the door, then strode across the room to sit next to you. “Y’know the Wing Hero, Hawks?”

“The one that looks like a playboy and talks so cockily it makes me want to shove barbed wire into my ears? Yeah, I know him. How come?”

“He approached me. Wants to join the League.”

You scoffed, “The number two hero wants to join the League of Villains, huh? Sounds like a load of bullshit.”

“Oh, it gets better, mouse.” Dabi drawled. “Obviously, I was suspicious—I might be insane, but I’m not stupid—so I found out where he lives and sent some thugs to scope out the place. Wanted to see if I could get any information. Lucky for us, his mother was there.” An unhinged grin spread across his face and pulled at his staples, a manic gleam in his eyes. “With a few threats, we were given everything and more.”

You sat up with a look of glee that rivalled Dabi’s. “Oooh, do tell! I love secrets.”

“Gladly.” Dabi looked down as Nugget climbed into his lap, making biscuits on his thigh. “You too, huh, ya lil stink? Makes sense, you nosy shit.” He chuckled at your scowl, “Just kiddin’, doll. Anyways, here’s the deal…”

You let out a hum once Dabi finished talking. “So, let me get this straight. You’re telling me that this abused little boy, who basically idolised Endeavour, was recruited by the HPSC and trained to be… what, a child soldier? After Endeavour arrested his father? And that’s Hawks? Sheesh, wonder how he’s gonna feel when he finds out what a massive shitlord Endeavour really is…” You snorted and straightened, interlocking your fingers and stretching your arms over your head. “Anyways, you’re telling me this now for a reason, right? We agreed that you didn’t need to tell me all of your little villainous escapades that I don’t accompany you on if it’s not anything super important, so I figure something’s come up now?”

“Bingo.” Dabi smirked. “I decided to humour Hawks—information of the ongoings in the HPSC is valuable to us, and since I already know he’s a double-crosser, it’ll be easy to filter our information well enough. He’s in the… initiation period, so to speak. Y’know Ujiko, the fuckin’ weird doctor guy you and I met? He gave me a new toy to play with—a High-End Nomu. The potential is incredible.” His tone took on an excited edge. “I want to send it up against Endeavour as a test.”

“Okay… and this has to do with Hawks… how, exactly? Not followin’ ya here, pretty boy.”

“I told Hawks I would let loose a Nomu at a warehouse by the coast to test its strength against some random hero. Which was initially the plan! But after seeing Hawks interacting with Endeavour this morning during the broadcast of the Hero Billboard Chart, I had a better idea. Why not have it fight Endeavour?”

You laughed, “I like the sound of that. I wanna watch shit go down, can I come with? Please let me come with, it’s so fucking boring around here I need to do something or I’ll die.”

“I wasn’t tellin’ you all this just to leave ya behind, doll. Of course I’m dragging you along. We should probably head out now, so we have plenty of time—Ujiko said he’d use that gross fuckin’ method to get us around, so we can just have him send us to the warehouse.” Dabi brushed off his pants and stood up.

“The one that makes you throw up to warp away? Eugh, it’s so disgusting. I hate that one!” You whined, but got up nonetheless. 

“Yeah, yeah. But without Kurogiri we’ve got no other option. You ready to go?” Once you confirmed, Dabi reached up to his collar and pressed down on the communicator he had fixed into it. “Ujiko, send Y/N and I to the warehouse.”

You immediately made your displeasure known as soon as the black liquid burst out of your mouth and enveloped your body.

Once the warp had finished and you were both in front of the warehouse where the Nomu was stored, you made exaggerated gagging sounds. “I fuckin’ hate that. Why can’t it be more pleasant…” 

“Sorry, doll.” Dabi shrugged, an amused smirk on his face. “You wanted to come with.”

“He should get a better goddamn way to warp…” you grumbled, rubbing the back of your neck with a scowl.

He gave you a pat on the shoulder, then pulled open the door to the warehouse. Dabi shoved his hands in his pockets, walking in slowly with you right behind. “The ones before didn’t really understand, but I expect more this time, High-End.”

The High-End Nomu was in a hunched over position. Its head turned towards the two of you and pupils appeared in its glowing eyes once Dabi spoke. “W-W-Won’t… l-let… won’t let you down…”

“Oh, it can talk?” You tilted your head, leaning to the side slightly. “Is it a High-End thing? Will it follow directions better?”

“Probably. I sure fuckin’ hope so, at least.” Dabi crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees. “You know your job?”

“F-Find… the stron-gest… and attack…” 

“Go on then.” Dabi grinned lopsidedly. He stood back up and watched as the Nomu took off from the warehouse to find Endeavour. He then looked at you. “Didja bring your phone?”

“Mmhm.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and held it out to him. “Do your thing.”

Dabi hummed and pulled up the news pages for any updates. Once one came through, he tapped on it to watch the live footage of Endeavour fighting the Nomu. “Oh, it’s strong.”

“Looks like it, yeah.” You set your chin on his shoulder as you watched with him. “Bodes well for us, at least. And watching Endeavour get his ass beat is pretty damn satisfying.”

The amusement faded once Endeavour started to actually make a dent in the Nomu. When he used his Prominence Burn move, Dabi swore under his breath. He handed you your phone back, then pressed on the communicator again.

“Ujiko. We need to get closer to Endeavour.”

You groaned a quiet ‘not again,’ but tucked your phone into your back pocket. You glared at Dabi as the black liquid poured out of your mouth and wrapped around your body. Once you were dropped near Endeavour, you lightly shoved him. “Asshole,” you grumbled, pouting.

“You wanted to come.” Dabi simply winked and gave you a lazy smile.

“Startin’ to regret it right about now, pretty boy,” you teased gently. “Let’s go bully an old man, yeah?” You raised an eyebrow when he took your chin in his hand.

“When we get over there, stay by my side, follow my lead. I don’t want you getting hurt, doll. I’m serious. Do you understand?” He only dropped his hand when you gave him a soft ‘yes.’ “Good. C’mon.”

As you made your way out of the alley you were deposited into, Dabi placed his palm on the small of your back. He kept it there until you stopped in front of Endeavour and Hawks, at which point he curled it around your waist.

“Just a minute now,” Dabi drawled. “None of this is how we planned it, but that’s fine.” He gave a menacing smile when the heroes startled. “Well, Endeavour… should I say nice to meet you?”

You grinned and waved from next to him. “We didn’t think you’d be here. You’re really not lookin’ too good there, Number One!” You taunted.

Endeavour’s face contorted in anger as his eyes fixated on Dabi. “It’s you! The one who murdered Snatch!” 

“Sna—? Who?” As Dabi spoke, he tapped your hip twice. You took two steps forward and to the side so he could create a barrier of flames without burning you. “More importantly, let’s chat while we have the chance.”

“Take it easy, I’ll handle them,” Hawks said quickly as Endeavour tried and failed to get up. “I only have my tiny feathers left… but I can at least buy us some time.”

Dabi rolled his eyes and walked forwards. “C’mon, we’re only here to collect the Nomu. There’s no way we could actually win, right? Against the top two dudes, already beat up and bloodied?!” When he finished speaking, a feral grin pulled taut at his staples and he lunged forwards, igniting his forearms. 

You caught sight of something moving in the sky, and immediately reached out towards his back. “Dabi, get back!” You shrieked. 

Dabi extinguished his arms and jumped back beside you just in time to dodge the hero slamming into the ground in front of you. “Thanks, mouse.” 

“Don’t mention it,” you breathed out, relief palpable in your voice. The two of you watched the new arrival carefully, unsure of your next moves.

“I saw the news and came hopping! Endeavour! Hawks! You boys don’t get to have all the fun! And you two—you’re with the League? Your butts’re about to get kicked!” The hero grinned, looking at you. 

Dabi groaned. “Fuckin’ Mirko? Too bad… right when things were heating up, too.” He pressed the communicator. “Ujiko, get us out of here. Bye for now, Mr. Number One Hero. I’m sure we’ll get another chance to talk, but until then…” That feral grin made its way back onto Dabi’s face, this time splitting his skin as he shouted, “Just keep doing your thing and don’t go dying on me, ‘kay, Todoroki Enji?!”

Once you were safely back at the warehouse, you raised your hand to Dabi’s cheek, healing where his skin split. “You got a little too excited there, pretty boy.” Despite your unhappiness with the fact he hurt himself, your scolding was gentle. You shook your head with a fond smile and decided to let him off easy. “Why’d we come back here instead of going home?”

“Sorry, doll.” To his credit, Dabi did sound at least a little apologetic. He then shrugged, leaning against a support beam. “I had Ujiko plop us back here since I figured Hawks would come lookin’ for me after things didn’t go the way I initially said.”

“Ahh, I see. How long d’you think it’ll take the birdbrain to get over here?” You pulled out your phone, waving it. “We could play a game or some shit while we wait.”

“Who fuckin’ knows, so why the hell not. What kinda stupid games you got on here?” Dabi swiped your phone out of your hands, ignoring your brief indignant protest. You grumbled when you realised he wasn’t gonna give it back.

“Asshole…” you huffed, pouting as you rested your chin on his shoulder. “Let’s see… I downloaded that one game where one player holds the phone up to their forehead and has to guess the word as the other players give hints by acting it out—ah, yeah, that one right there! Charades! Toga wanted to play it one night with Twice and I. It wasn’t terrible, if not a little silly. Probably not your style.”

“Definitely not my style, doll,” Dabi snorted. “What else ya got?”

“Hell if I know. Toga’s always the one stealing my phone to download games. I don’t know why you people can’t use your own damn phones.”

“You charge your phone.”

“Well, start charging yours!” You reached around his arm for your phone, whining when Dabi held it out of reach. “Don’t be a brat, it’s not my fault you don’t remember to charge your phone! Gimmie!”

“Sorry, mouse. You’re the one who suggested to play a game,” Dabi drawled, grinning lazily.

“I didn’t think you would just take my phone!” You smacked him lightly on his shoulder, returning to pouting. “Can’t believe I love an overgrown child.”

“You’re the one pouting because you’re not getting your way.”

“I’m pouting because you took my phone and won’t give it back!”

Dabi chuckled and moved beside you, holding out your phone. “Fine, here ya go.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and shoved it into your back pocket. You opened your mouth to respond, but immediately stopped when Hawks walked in. Your grip on your cane tightened.

“None of that was according to plan,” Hawks spoke after he stopped in front of Dabi with an unamused expression.

“That so?” Dabi quipped back, raising an eyebrow.

A feather blade was held up to his neck faster than either of you could blink. You immediately bristled, but Dabi shook his head. “It’s alright, mouse,” he said, keeping his voice steady. You reluctantly settled down, glaring at the hero instead.

“How about some actual cooperation, Dabi?” Hawks narrowed his eyes, disregarding you for the moment.

“Hey, I thought you only had those baby feathers left?” Dabi tilted his head, taunting ever so slightly.

“You think I’d meet with a liar like you unarmed? It was supposed to be tomorrow. And not downtown, but at the factory by the water. You never mentioned bringing your little friend here, either.” Hawks’s expression darkened. “Plus, this Nomu was clearly a cut above the rest. You could’ve mentioned that beforehand.”

“That ‘friend’ is my partner, Y/N. You’d do well to remember their name, or I’ll brand it into you,” Dabi warned, then settled back into his laid back demeanour. “And I guess I just changed my mind. Didn’t I tell you I’d be testing the Nomu’s capabilities? But we’re both a little guilty. I asked you for someone kinda strong, but you brought the top dog himself! It wasn’t that much of a test.”

“I didn’t mean any offence, Dabi. No need to threaten me.” Hawks glanced at you, then turned his attention back to Dabi. “But I thought you’d be thrilled to inflict that kind of pain on him. Besides, you’re the one who broke our agreement.”

Dabi scoffed, “I’m s’posed to believe the number two hero, just like that? This was me testing how much I can trust you. And tell me, why zero casualties today?” He shifted his body sideways away from the blade. “Do you really sympathise with us? You came looking to cooperate, but you sure don’t act like it.”

You watched as Hawks’s face contorted in irritation, amusement bubbling up at his frustration.

“I gotta keep up appearances. A hero can’t go losing the public’s trust. The more faith they have in me, the juicer the intel I can get. That’s to your advantage. Try taking the long view here.” He lowered his blade as Dabi walked around him. “What I do, I do for the League’s sake, Dabi.”

“Fine… but you don’t get a face-to-face with the boss just yet. You’ll hear from us, Hawks.” Dabi looked over his shoulder at you. “C’mon, mouse.”

You smiled at that, straightening up. “Finally, I was getting bored here. See ya around, Number Two.” You manoeuvred around him with a wave, walking after Dabi.

Dabi stared out at the horizon as the sun rose, hands in his pockets. You were leaned against him with your eyes shut.

“Oh… oh! Right! That was Snatch!” 

You hummed and looked up at Dabi when he spoke. “That was the sand guy, right? He made that stupid comment about the families of the people we kill?” You frowned as blood trickled out from his scars, gently wiping it away as he responded. 

“Yeah, that one.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft. “I’ve thought about it so much that I’ve gone crazy.”

You gave a soft laugh at that. “At least you’ve got someone just as fuckin’ crazy by your side.”

“Yeah. At least I’ve got that.”

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