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Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all | Joe Burrow

Summary: After a terrible start to a day that had such high hopes, two people do something that should lead to an even worse day, but in ends up better than it started.

Pairing: Joe burrow x first person fem reader

Words: 5058

Notes: this fic is kind of all over the place, but I didn’t want to split it up into 2 fics. I hope you enjoy!! <3

Taglist: @wickedfun9

The Bengals season was officially over following the win against the browns on January 7th, though we all knew it was over after the loss against the Chiefs on December 31 which kicked them out of playoff contention. In honor of adding another season into the books, Sam was hosting a little party for any player or friend of a player who wanted to come today. To say the day was not going great so far was the understatement of the century. First, as soon as I woke up in the morning, I stepped in some fresh poop from Mike, the cat I got Joe for his birthday, who apparently forgot where the litter box was. Because she's new-yes, she, Joe named her after Mike the Tiger at LSU-and I absolutely adore her, I shook it off and took a very in dept shower, making sure to scrub my feet extra good in order to rid myself of it completely.

Next, during breakfast, I was transferring my eggs onto my plate after putting some on Joes and the handle broke off of the pan and dropped onto my feet. The eggs went everywhere on the ground and were quickly eaten by Tucker, the dog Joe got me for Christmas, who flew in immediately after hearing the commotion to see what happened. I thought I was in the clear since two bad things happened to me in a span of an hour and a half-so what else could go wrong-but that was soon proven wrong when I was carrying Joe and I's pre-workout smoothie so we could get in a light workout together in the basement, and I tripped down the stairs. Not only did I spill the smoothie all over myself and the stairs, which made for an annoying clean up, but I also face planted, which made for an awesome bruise right on my jaw.

After that, I showered for the second time, drank the new smoothie Joe whipped up for the both of us, and we got in our little workout for the day. Once done with the workout, I took Tucker for a walk and went to the grocery to store to stock up on all of the necessities. While in the grocery store, I completely forgot that I was supposed to start my period, so I got blood all over my new jogging pants Joe gifted me for Christmas and had to buy a new pair of pants at the store, along with a pack of tampons, which weren't the ones I usually buy because, ironically, they were all out.

Finally, everything seemed to be going right for me and the day turned out pretty good, until it came time to get ready for Sam's party. I did my hair and my makeup without a single problem, but then of course when I put on my new dress that I was excited for, I put it on only for me to realize the zipper broke when I washed it. Because I was on my period and very hormonal, I started to cry. My mascara got all over my face and when I tried to wipe it off, my other makeup came off with it so I had to redo it all. Plus, while crying, Joe tried to comfort me, and because I was hormonal, I got mad and told him to get away from me. What made me cry more was that Since my new dress broke, I had to wear an old one that wasn't anywhere near as pretty as the other one.

So, now, as Joe pulled into the parking lot, I took a deep breath and prayed that this night wouldn't be a disaster like the whole day was. The party was at a little convention center in the middle of Cincinnati that has held frequent get togethers and parties in the past. Since this party symbolized the end of the season and it could be the last time some of the guys see each other, it was very special to so many of the guys. To make it even more memorable, Sam got Jeff Rubies to cater and he had one of his favorite bars set up a little bar. Because friends were invited as well, I was excited to see some of Sam's friends that I probably have not seen since college.

Once Joe put the car in park, he looked over at me with a sigh. Seeing him look at me in the corner of my eye, I looked over at him and we made eye contact. "Well here goes nothing, I guess. Let's hope this goes well." I said with a little defeated laugh, the both of us knowing how the day has been going for me. "Let's be optimistic, what's the worst thing that could happen, right? There's no stairs...that I know of." Joe said, and started to rack his brain in an attempt to try and remember if there are stairs at this place. I tried to remember with him, because if there were stairs, I was certainly doomed. "There aren't any stairs where the party is at-well, that we'll have to walk up anyway- there's an elevator leading up the floor we're on." I said, remembering exactly where the stairs and elevator were at.

Joe laughed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y'know, it's kind of pitiful that we even had to think about that." Joe laughed. I laughed and nodded. It was extremely pitiful. Who would need to think about if they would have to go up stairs? Definitely not many people. "It is, but with the day I've been having, It's better to be on the safe side." I said. We chuckled a little bit together before Joe turned the car off. "Sha'll we?" Joe asked. "We sha'll." I giggled and opened up the door quickly. I stepped out of the car and then met Joe in front of the car. Because of my situation at home-having to redo my makeup-we were about 30 minutes late. Luckily Sam said not to worry because he has the place until midnight, then we're kicked out.

Joe and I walked inside together and got into the elevator. On the way up, we made funny faces in the mirror on one side of the elevator and then took a funny picture that I had to promise wouldn't be posted, which I have to do with every picture I take of him. By now, he should know I won't post them. For one, I know how private he is, and I am too, and for two, I would never share these moments with anyone, other than close friends who probably have the same kinds of pictures of him in their phones.

The elevator opened up with a little ding and revealed a huge and bustling room. People were scattered around across the whole room and there were orange, black, white, and striped decorations throughout the whole room. Immediately after hearing the elevator open up, the majority of Joe's teammates looked over to see who arrived, and when they saw Joe, they all began to hoop and holler and call out his name, excited to see him. With a smile, I let go of his hand and went to go find some of the wags, mainly Gracie and Tianna since both Holly and Morgan were out of town with their husbands.

It didn't take long for me to spot Tianna who was messing with Cody who had a far from amused look on his face. When Tianna spotted me, she immediately stopped annoying Cody and ran over to me excitedly. "Finally! It's been boring without you!" She yelled and hugged me. "Girl it's only been 30 minutes." I laughed. "Uhm...exactly." She said and emphasized it with her hands. I shook my head and laughed at her, continuing to look around at the little buffet Jeff Rubies set up and then the little bar in the far right corner. "So, what did I miss? Anything fun or crazy happen?" I asked, needing to be caught up on any of the tea that I missed while I was gone.

Tianna gave me a look and signaled for me to come and sit down at their table, so I followed. "It's not really with the team, but apparently one of Sam's friends just got cheated on. He's here and a bunch of people were talking about it when they first got here." She said. My mouth dropped open in interest and I looked round to make sure I didn't see Sam anywhere. "Who? Maybe I know him from college." I said. Tianna raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a small smile. Why was she looking at me like that? I raised my eyebrow back at her in confusion, needing her to tell me so I wasn't confused. "Did you sleep with some of Sam's friends or something?" She whispered with a little wink. "Women-shut the fuck up, she ain't like some of your friends." Cody said.

The three of us started to laugh at what Cody said, but she continued to look at me, still thinking I might've slept with some of them. "What-no, I have been with Joe since 12th grade and we didn't cheat. Now, show me." I said. "Okay okay." Tianna said quickly and began to scan the crowd to try and find whoever it was she was looking for. I looked with her and tried to see if I recognized some of the people, but I wasn't having any luck. So far, none of the people looked familiar except for the players and their wives or girlfriends. "Ooh- there." Tianna said excitedly and pointed at someone somewhat discretely so they didn't see. I followed her hand and spotted one of Sam's friends. I knew exactly who that was, and I wasn't too happy that he was here.

"I know him, that's Aiden." I said and took my eyes off of him. "Why do you say that in a bad way?" She asked me. Why was there a hint of attitude in my voice? Well, because Aiden and I were kind of friends back in college. This particular friend group of Sam's consisted of me, Joe, Sam, Jessica, todd, and Aiden. We were all good friends and always either studied together, went to football games together, or went out to parties together. From the very beginning, Aiden knew Joe and I were together and in a very closed, strong, and long-lasting relationship. But he just couldn't help himself from crushing on me. The crush got so big that he eventually confessed his feelings for me while drunk and tried to get me to cheat on Joe with him. To say he was persistent was an understatement and it happened more than once.

Of course I told Joe who told Sam. After that, Aiden didn't really hang out with us too much. "Let's just say he had a crush on me and wanted me to cheat on Joe with him." I said. Tianna let out a small gasp as she processed what I said and then looked at Aiden with a little scowl. "Well in that case, the jackass deserved it." She said with a little 'hmph'. I grabbed onto the drink I snagged from someone passing them out and held it up. "Now that's something I will fucking cheers to." I said with a little laugh. "Hell yes." Tianna picked up her glass and to her surprise, Cody picked up his as well. Tianna looked over at Cody, surprised that he was into this conversation since it was a girls conversation. "Really babe?" She asked. "Uhm...hell yes." Cody said. We all laughed a little at his reaction and then clinked our glasses together. After we clinked our glasses together, we each took a sip of our drinks.

We've been here for about an hour just hanging out with people and catching up, even though every single person that I'm good friends with on the team I've been texting. After Tianna, I made my way around to some other people before finally sitting down at a table with Ja'marr, Tee, and Sam. Joe was sitting down with us too until he left to go get him and I drinks at the bar.

"So, Mrs. burrow….” Ja'marr said and leaned back in his chair. I raised my almost empty glass to my lips and said a small, "Mr. Chase?", before taking a sip, trying to figure out what he was going to ask me. "What are the chances that baby Burrow makes an appearance this year?" Ja'marr asked me. I set my drink down and shook my head at him with a little laugh. From around the small table, Tee and Sam just listened to our conversation, who obviously were both aware of what Ja'marr was going to ask me before he said it. "Slim to none." I gave him a short and sweet answer, although I knew he would pry and want more from me. "And why is that? I mean come on, everyone else is doing it." Ja'marr said. "Unless I accidentally miss a birth control, which I never do, or by some miracle I just so happen to get pregnant, it's not gonna happen this year. Plus, I’m not everyone else." I said.

This has been an ongoing conversation between Ja'marr, Joe, and me for a while now. Ja'marr is fully convinced that it's time for Joe to knock me up, even though we disagree completely. "Come on, why? You've been married long enough." Ja'marr added in. "Some people have plans jackass." Sam added in. I looked over at Sam and pointed at him. Ding Ding Ding. "Exactly, thank you. We have had a plan for a long time, and a baby, while it's included in that plan, isn't listen for a long time." I said. Ja'marr just glared at me jokingly for a few seconds. Don't get me wrong, I wanted a baby and I would want one right now if not for football. Joe and I are at the perfect age to have children, but Joe is currently in his prime years of his career. It would be completely unfair to ask him to juggle being a new father and being an amazing quarterback all at once.

It felt like Ja'marr and I were having a staring contest. Both of us tried not to laugh or blink, until Tee interrupted. "I mean this with no disrespect, but If you don't want to get knocked up by Joe, I think that bartender over there will gladly volunteer." Tee said and signaled over to the bar. I turned my head in the direction he was signaling to. It only took me a few seconds to spot Joe who was standing at the bar. The bartender was mere inches away from a very uncomfortable looking Joe who kept trying to back away, but in a way that wasn't too noticeable. That boy was way too respectful. They were in mid conversation, and every time Joe would say something, she would laugh-a little too much- at whatever he was saying. I know Joe Burrow, and never have I once laughed that much during a simple conversation with him.

Now, unless he was making endless jokes, which I knew he wasn't because of his body language, that girl was just doing way too much. I glared at the two of them as they talked, a little annoyance and maybe anger building inside of me. I wasn't mad at Joe who was obviously trying to get away from her as she kept bombarding him. I was secure enough in my relationship with Joe, even though it took a while to get to that point. I was, however, mad at the girl who kept touching his arm and giving him flirtatious looks and laughs a little too often. Those flirty eyes were the same exact ones that I give Joe. I was mad at the girl's occasional glances at his wedding ring on his left hand that told me everything I needed to know: She was well aware that the quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals was married, but she didn't care one bit. Plus, she obviously couldn't tell when someone was uncomfortable or not feeling a conversation. She was obviously not a girl's girl. What a bitch.

As I continued to stare at the two of them and read Joes extremely uncomfortable body language, Joe glanced over at me. We made eye contact and immediately after, Joe's eyes widened and he sucked in his lips a little. I smiled a little bit at his plea for help and how much he was practically begging for me to go over and help him. I looked over at the guys sitting at the table who were just watching me and then Joe, interested in what was going on. "You know, girls are bitches. Excuse me, while I go save my husband." I said and scooted my chair back. "You need our help with the clean up job?" Jamar asked. "You can keep her body in my car." Sam added in. I rolled my eyes jokingly and stood up with a laugh. I headed over to save Joe from this awful conversation he was having.

While I walked over to Joe, he glanced over at the table again, but when he saw me, his face immediately lit up and he smiled slightly. The girl, seeing Joe's facial expression from his side profile, looked over to see what he was looking at. As soon as she saw me walking over, I could tell she had absolutely no idea who I was or that I was even married to joe. In her eyes, I was just another person that had a crush on Joe, like her. That still didn't change the fact that she could still flirt and give my husband the 'fuck me eyes', all while knowing he was married. Now I'm not usually one to come out and say that a girl's being a bitch, because I get it, we all have our own problems that we're dealing with, but I mean come on, to flirt with an obvious married man? Now thats low.

I looked down at Joes hands and saw the two drinks in his hand. One of the drinks was a whiskey and the other was a vodka spritzer. Perfect. Once I got to Joe, He looked down at me with his best 'thank you' eyes and handed me the drink. I grabbed the vodka spritzer in one hand, and with the other, I wrapped it around Joes waist and kissed his shoulder. "Thanks babe." I said, the both of us knowing damn well that I never call him babe-But maybe I should, because Joe's cheeks flushed red when I said it- and I knew Joe wasn't a fan of PDA but figured it was needed given the situation he was in. He never has been and he probably never will be. The only time he's fine with it is with close friends or family, so certainly not here with prying eyes. "Of course." Joe said, going along with what I was doing. After I kissed Joes shoulder and smiled up at him, I looked over towards the girl who realized who I was. Did you seriously think his wife wasn't here and watching you? Unreal.

Going along with the part, I held out my hand a little bit out of politeness and acted sorry that I interrupted their conversation. "Oh my-I am so sorry that I interrupted,” I said and then introduced myself, “and you are?" I asked, Looking down at her name tag. I read the name, 'Caitlyn'. Caitlyn knew exactly what I was doing and I could tell by her facial expression that she wasn't enjoying it one bit. "I'm Caitlyn, it's nice to meet you. We were just finishing up our conversation, you weren't interrupting." She said. I flashed a small smile her way and nodded. "Well good, I would've felt terrible. It was nice meeting you, but we should really go find Ja'marr." I said and looked up at Joe, tapping his back a little bit. Joe straightened up and nodded, "yeah-right, it was nice talking to you." Joe said.

We both started to walk away, though I could tell she was staring at us as we left. The audacity of some people is wild. "You are a literal saint, I love you so much. That was horrendous." Joe said as we walked to our table. I began to laugh as we reached our table. "Y'know, fuck her. She knew you were married and still flirted with you, why didn't you leave you pussy?” I joked with him. "I tried, but she kept talking and flirting with me to the point where I felt like I would be rude leaving her and then a news article would come out titled, 'Joe Burrow turned down talking with a fan, what a loser.'" Joe said with a laugh. The both of us laughed as we reached our table. “She can stay jealous.” I laughed. The three of them just looked at Joe and I before Tee spoke up, "wow, she’s like your knight in shining armor brother.”

"Shut up, he was just trying to be polite, some girls just Don't know how to keep their hands off of handsome men that aren't theirs." I said with a 'hmph' and a laugh after sitting down in my chair. Joe followed after me and sat down right next to me in his chair. I leaned in closer to Joe as he put one arm around my chair and sipped his drink. "There Ain't nothin' handsome about Joey B." Ja'marr said, messing with Joe like he always does. Speak for yourself. I looked over to the most handsome man here as he laughed and said, "At least I ain't as ugly as your ass." The whole table laughed as we listened to Ja'marr and Joe joke around back and forth about who the better looking one was.

Other than the incident with the bartender, the night was going pretty well. We were all talking, drinking, and having an amazing time. At one point, all of the D-linemen and O-linemen had a little game of who was the strongest, which was extremely entertaining to watch. The whole time they were competing, Joe was cracking up laughing, and not just the belly laugh. He threw his head back, his eyes were sealed shut, and he could barely breathe. It was like a breath of fresh air to see Joe having an amazing time after such a stressful and uncertain season; the injury.

Currently, I just got done in the bathroom and was walking back to the table we were sitting at. I barely got in 2 steps before I heard a voice I haven't heard in years call out my name. Everything in me told me to just keep walking and pretend like I didn't hear him, but out of politeness, I stopped and looked over at him. "Wow...I haven't seen you in forever. I was hoping I'd see you here." Aiden said. I gave him a small smile and walked over to him so we didn't have to speak too loudly. Hopefully he just wanted to say hi and let me go, or maybe even apologize for trying to get me to cheat on Joe, multiple times. Without me expecting it, he took a step closer, closing the distance between us, and wrapped his arms around me before I could even get in a word.

"Uhh...yeah, it had been a while." I laughed awkwardly as we separated. Aiden kept smiling down at me like he was looking at someone he is really good friends with but hasn't seen in a while. Don't get me wrong, we used to be friends and haven't seen each other in a while, but to want to talk to me and act like nothing went down just felt wrong and uncomfortable. "It's so good to see you, Mrs. Burrow." He said with a big smile. "It's good to see you too." I lied to him with a fake smile, unable to muster up a real one. Right after I said this, he took a step forwards, if that was even possible, making me uncomfortable and making this whole situation awkward, at least for me. I watched him as he smirked a little bit. You better not try something.

I took a step back for comfort and was about to excuse myself when he said, "you look beautiful, even more so than back in college." I furrowed my eyebrows a little bit, disgusted and appalled that even after what went down at college that he could still be face to face with me and try the same things as he did back then. One of his hands found my side and his fingers danced over my hip bone. "Joe wouldn't have any issue if we hung out for a bit, right?" He asked. Don't react, just let Joe handle it. The last thing I wanted to do was create a scene here and draw attention to myself and Aiden. I scoffed a little bit, not able to hide my disgust and disappointment any longer. "It's funny how even after I rejected you in college, you still have the balls to do it again. If I wouldn't cheat on Joe back then, what makes you think I'll do it now?" I asked him, but he still didn't take his hand off of my waist. "Oh come on, don't be like that." He said. I looked down at his hand and then tried to look past him in an attempt to see if Joe was at the table, but he was blocking my view.

All of a sudden, I saw Joe walking over to us, looking as pissed as ever. His fists and jaw were both clenched in anger. I breathed a sigh of relief that he was here so neither of us could cause a scene and draw attention to ourselves. "Get your fucking hand off of my wife." Joe said, putting one of his hands on the small of my back. I looked at Joe and gave him a little nod of assurance before looking at aiden whose eyes grew 10 times bigger once he realized Joe watched the entire thing, and his hand slid off of my waist. I watched as Aiden’s shoulders fell in submission and embarrassement, obviously thinking he was going to get away with flirting with me and putting his hand on me even after what happened in college.

"I-I-" Aiden began to say. "What? You Didn't think I'd see you flirt with my wife? Come on man, you're not that stupid." Joe said and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing so tightly that aiden winced a little bit. "I was just trying to catch up with her, that's all." He said. I backed up a little bit and stood next to Joes side. I glanced around us a little bit to see if anyone knew what was going on, but nobody even looked at us. Everyone was just caught up in their own conversations. Thank god. "How dumb do you think I am, Aiden?" Joe asked. Aiden swallowed hard and shook his head. "Look man, I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I'll leave.." He said. "You're damn right it won't. Now, you can stay if you want, I won't tell Sam because I know he likes you-Why, I honestly have no clue-but I don’t want to ruin that. But, if you do stay, I don't want to see you near her again. Better yet, I don't even want you to look at her," joe said, and waited for a response, and when it didn't come, he added in, "you got it?" Aiden, who was obviously embarrassed, nodded quickly and said, "Yes sir."

With that, Joe nodded, took a step back from him, and began to turn slightly. Following his lead, I walked by his side and then we walked back with each other to our table that was now empty. This day just kept getting better and better. First it was the cat poop, which I wasn't even too mad about, but then one thing led to another and both Joe and I had someone flirt with us...and the both of them knew we were married. As we walked, I shook my head and sighed a little bit, just wanting this whole day to be over. Once we found our table, the both of us just sat down. "I'm sorry, baby. I cannot believe that fucker had the balls to do that for the second time. I couldn't stand to see his hand on your body, especially when you were so uncomfortable with him in the first place." Joe said.

"Hey, listen to me, Aiden is a jackass, I love you, and I'm all yours. Y'know, I hope he looks at us so he can be jealous of what he'll never have." I said with a smile and shrugged my shoulders. Joe just looked down at me and smiled. It was weird telling Joe that I was his, but I liked it. Normally there are people all over throwing themselves at Joe or accusing him of cheating to try and destroy our relationship, so telling him that I was all his felt... exhilarating, in a way. I was all his. He was all mine. And nothing or nobody could change that. Ever. I couldn't help but notice the little smirk that was growing on Joes face in place of his smile and I knew he liked when I said that I was all his. "Mmm, say that again." Joe said hummed quietly. I giggled a little bit at his reaction and said, "I'm all yours. And by the way, that whole thing with Aiden was really hot. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.”

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feralforfrank · 2 months

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random simon riley headcanons.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER

cw none, i think, NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER

he'll deny he's a pet person, especially when it's cats. that's until you rescue a kitten (joe). you're pretty sure simon loves him more than you. (ext.1)

loves napping. no matter the time and place (well, only if he feels his surroundings are safe enough), he's catching up on sleep, like there's no tomorrow. (ext.2)

simon definitely has a cupboard in the kitchen full of cans and packets of food that can last a long time and a bag under the bathroom sink full of necessities. you poke fun at him, saying that a zombie apocalypse won't happen any time soon. but he disagrees.

"you don't need to buy more peanuts, simon. the cupboard is full, and there's no way the apocalypse will start tomorrow," you say, pushing the heavy cart as simon scans the grocery store shelves.

he suddenly stops, and the cart screeches suddenly, mere centimetres from hitting the back of simon's knees.

he turns to you, his face serious. "better safe than sorry, love."

you look at him, bewildered, but accept the packet of nuts he hands you.

he has a blast watching horror films with you, especially the bad ones.

a) if you get scared easily, his favourite part is the post-film night routine. he'll tease you about being jumpy as hell, shut the light when you're in the bathroom just to hear you screech and call his name in a panic, and scare you by sneaking very quietly (thanks to his military training) in rooms where you're at and scaring the life out of you.

b) if you don't get scared easily, you'll both laugh at the gooey stuff that's supposed to be blood, the exaggerated and dramatic screams, and criticise every part of the film.

"we should be film critics, yeah?" you say between giggles.

"think we'd do a terrible job, lovie."

i firmly believe simon riley likes biscuits with his tea. even better if you are the one making them. there's a specific recipe you start making when the chill of october becomes too much. he doesn't know what you put in them, but remembers when you said you stole them from taylor swift's tumblr.

"oi, love!" he shouts from the kitchen.

you already know what he wants. and why he can't find them. "what is it, si?"

"where're those singer biscuits you made?" you can hear the cupboards opening and shutting.

"the chai cookies? i hid them."

in no time, you hear his footsteps approach the bathroom. you click on your earring as his frame fills the doorway.

"what d'y'mean you hid them?"

"i wanna take some to my mum today, and if i had them out there in plain sight, you'd eaten them all."

"i'd taken two," he grumbles. he knows that's not true. the biscuits are delicious.

"i'll make you more tomorrow, yeah? a whole bowl for you only."

you kiss and tap his cheek, and his lips twitch in a small, triumphant smile.

"can i, at least, take one. before my tea gets cold."

"fine. just one." a feather-light kiss lands on your shoulder. "okay, two."

simon also likes going shopping with you. he likes spending money on you and for you. so when there's an opportunity (usually a party, or rarely a military ball or some fancy shit), he takes you out and tells you to pick whatever you want, no matter the price.

(i think he just likes sitting in the lounge area of the fancy shops and scaring off wandering eyes.)

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #ghost cod x reader #ghost cod #cod fluff #cod x reader #cod mwii #cod mwiii #fluff #established relationship #headcanon #simon riley headcanons #frank writes

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neonghostlights · 1 year

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A/N: I promise the story will start to pick up soon. Let me know what you think about this.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Warnings: Blood, Hallucinations, Brief mention of religion, this series is 18+ only.

Word count: 2k

Eddie Munson x fem reader

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Part Two

You were off on Saturdays. Saturdays were good. Saturdays were safe.

You never had any plans. So, the weekends were the days that you took care of the house and yourself. You would catch up on any housework you had neglected during the week, watch movies, eat junk food, and also work on any simple house renovations.

The ability to keep yourself distracted with boring tasks didn’t help exactly. At least you didn’t have to go to work and put on a mask and try not to have any more breakdowns in the bathroom.

You tapped your pen in a rhythmic beat against the notepad that had your scribbled to do list on it. Find a new job, you wrote on the very bottom of the list.

The options in Hawkins were limited. Even before the quake. The thought of having to spend anymore time in that daycare made you cringe. It wasn’t that you hated kids, you loved kids. Before your injury you were taking classes to become a teacher. You learned quickly that your brain no longer focused on things like it used to so school seemed like an impossible task now.

Maybe one day.

Today was a good day. The nightmares were fuzzy enough to leave too much of a lasting impression. Honestly, the only way you realized you were having a nightmare at all was the awful feeling of dread.

You’d take the feeling of dread over having to see someone die over and over again.

The feeling followed you through the day. Causing your heart to speed up and your stomach to drop at random times.

Even now as you wandered through the aisles of the grocery store. You had to constantly remind yourself that you weren’t dreaming anymore. This was real life and you were safe.

The wheels of your shopping cart squeaked with each turn as you slowly grabbed each item off of your list. One last stop at the frozen foods section and you were free to go home. Maybe rent a movie and pig out on some snacks. Be normal like you used to be before you had a broken mind. Before you were too scared to fall asleep.

You rounded the corner to the aisle. A chill broke out across your skin from the lines of freezers causing you to shiver. You rubbed your arms, trying to regain some warmth as you pondered on what frozen meal you should have next.

The hum of the freezers seemed to grow louder the longer you stood there. Your reflection in the glass looked grim and distorted as it stared back at you.

Without thinking, you stepped closer to the glass. Your nose was practically pressed against the cold surface as you stared at your features. Something was off about your looks but you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it. You just looked different, wrong. Maybe it was the lighting or the fact that you couldn’t sleep but something about you seemed darker or misplaced.

A cold hand on your arm drew your attention away from the reflection, causing you to jump. The older lady stared at you wide eyed. Your surprise must have startled her too.

“Hi, honey. Didn’t mean to scare you. I was calling your name back there but you seemed a little distracted,” she said as she looked at the freezer and then back to you with a concerned look. You gave your best attempt at a smile, which looked more like a painful grimace.

“Hey, Miss Joan,” you said breathily. Still shaken up by her sudden appearance. Miss Joan lived on the same street you had grown up on. She was the self-proclaimed neighborhood watch and she took her job very seriously.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, dear. You really should come visit your mom more.” She hid her scold behind her best smile. If you hadn’t grown up around her or been on the receiving end of her famous scold smiles then you probably wouldn’t have noticed it.

“Just been busy these days,” you retorted. You tried to sound as pleasant as possible to not allow her to see her comment had gotten to you but your words came out snappier than intended. You really just wanted to get out of there.

“Oh, I know you’ve had a lot going on,” she frowned and patted your arm again. If she noticed your flinch she must have ignored it. “I’ve been praying for you in church every Sunday. You should really join us sometimes. I think it would be really good for your soul after everything that happened.”

You could feel the confusion on your face. What could have happened to affect your soul? Last time you checked head injuries didn’t damn you to Hell. She had said it like there was some kind of secret message laced in her words. “What are you talking about?” You demanded harshly.

Miss Joan frowned at your tone and demeanor. She opened her mouth to speak again. Most likely to chastise you for the way you had spoken to her.

“Mom, there you are.” You recognized her daughter Betty as she came up and wrapped her arm around her mother. “Hi,” she smiled politely at you before she spoke to her mother again in a reprimanding tone, “We really need to go or we’ll be late. Come on.”

Before she was able to successfully pull her mother away, Miss Joan reached into her purse and shoved a pamphlet in your hand. “Just something for you to keep in mind, dear.” Betty looked at you apologetically before walking away with her mother in tow. You could hear their harsh whispers echoing from the next aisle over.

Shoving the pamphlets in your bag to be forgotten about, you decided to check out and leave the store to avoid any more excitement.

When you finally loaded your groceries into the trunk and collapsed into the front seat you realize that you never did grab what you needed from the frozen food section.

You decided to stop by the local video rental place on the way home. You needed a distraction after what had happened at the grocery store. You knew that if you sat and thought about what Miss Joan had said it would just make you angrier.

Plus, you had already bought the microwaveable popcorn.

The ‘Help Wanted’ sign taped to the window fluttered as you walked in. A bell dinged notifying the people at the counter of your presence. Four heads turned into your direction when you entered the doorway.

Two people stood behind the counter. The girl you couldn’t place but you recognized the guy as Steve Harrington from school. At least you were pretty sure it was Steve Harrington. He definitely wasn’t someone you had thought of for a while. He would be the last person you would expect to work at a video rental store.

The other two people stood beside the counter. A younger teen with curly hair and a floral shirt stared at you wide eyed, like you had interrupted some sort of secret meeting. But it wasn’t him you paid most of your attention to. Eddie Munson stood beside him, also staring at you in shock. You couldn’t tell if the shock was good or bad.

The looks they gave you were weird, but not as weird as the fact that Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson seemed to be having a friendly conversation before you had interrupted with your presence. They definitely did not seem like the type to be friends. And from what you remember from school, Steve Harrington was the king of the jerks.

You awkwardly turned down a random row of shelves. Immediately regretting your decision to come here in the first place. You could feel their eyes burning into the back of your skull. Maybe they thought you were stealing or something. If you just left now without getting anything then it would just make them think that even more.

You browsed the selection in the row you were in until the light above you started to flicker, triggering a headache. Reaching up you rubbed your temple softly as you turned to a new row of shelves. Not caring what section you were in, you just needed to get away from the light.

You were only there for a moment before the lights in the new aisle started to flicker too. This had to be a sick joke played by the universe. Your head pounded as you grabbed a random movie from the shelf to quickly read the title. Prepared to just grab whatever at this point and run to the check out so you could get the hell out of there.

When you looked down to see what movie you grabbed, you found your hands covered in a thick layer of blood.

Gasping, you dropped the movie to the ground with a thud.

You immediately wiped your hands on your shirt in a desperate attempt to get the blood off of you. The strong rusty salt smell attacked your nose making you gag. It seeped into your top staining your clothes and skin as you kept frantically wiping. The amount of blood grew the more you tried to clean it off.

Breathe, you tried to remind yourself but the air wasn’t moving into your lungs as you wanted. Only making you panic even more.

The feeling of a tap on your shoulder made you scream and curl into yourself protectively.

“Woah, hey. Are you okay?”

You knew that voice. You had just heard it yesterday at the gas station.

You opened your eyes to find Eddie Munson standing beside you with his hands raised in an attempt to calm you.

You must have looked crazy standing in the middle of a video rental store covered in blood. But when you looked down at yourself there was no blood at all. The light wasn’t even flickering anymore.

The only item out of place was the movie you had dropped lying between your feet.

“I’m fine,” you croaked out, leaning down to pick up the movie before Eddie decided to do it himself.

“Are you sure? You seem a little shook up.” His voice was full of concern or pity. You couldn’t tell for sure. What a weird world. Eddie Munson was taking pity on you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Steve peeking around the shelving to see what was happening.

You forced a smile. “Yeah, I thought I saw a spider or something.”

You really hoped that running into Eddie wasn’t going to become a common occurrence.

He didn’t look too convinced as you turned around to go to the checkout counter with the movie. The younger kid still stood by the counter watching you with wary eyes as you approached. The girl behind the counter gave you a warm but nervous smile, like she wasn’t sure what to do.

As she was bagging the movie you interrupted, “I saw the sign in the window. Can I please get an application too?”

She looked at you in shock for a second before she schooled her features. “Sure!” She chirped before grabbing one and putting it in the bag with your rental. “I thought you were working at that daycare though?” She asked.

“Just need something different. Thank you,” you said politely as you made your way quickly to the exit.

As you made your way out you could see Steve and Eddie in the middle of a heated discussion where you had left them. You could have sworn you heard your name as you walked out the door.

You woke up in an uncomfortable position on the couch later that night. The movie had done nothing to hold your attention causing you to doze off only fifteen minutes in.

The TV was completely static as you got up to switch it off. You would worry about rewinding the tape later.

As you trudged to your bed a random thought popped in your head that had your heart sinking.

How did that stranger at Family Video know where you worked?

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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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apocalypse

words: 300

warnings: violence, alien invasion lol, mentions of death including parental death

you stomp out your fire before kicking leaves over it, not wanting to leave any trace. you grab your pack off the ground, grunting quietly as you sling it over your shoulder. it’s so fucking heavy, but everything in it is precious. every thing is precious, ever since they came, all material goods are precious. you try not to think about it, especially since it’s been almost a month since you saw the last thing.

you’re not sure if there’s a technical name for them. they’re so beyond anything you know, anything earthly, that giving any name to them seems wrong. aliens, you suppose. they did come from the sky. large creatures, monsters, that ran on four legs, teeth as sharp knives, bodies moving in an almost mechanical way. they had their weaknesses, and you have found the best way to exploit that. they’ve got terrible senses. sight, hearing, smell, all of it is shit. they’re easy enough to avoid, but deadly when they get close enough. the main issue was the sheer number of them.

just keep your distance, you remind yourself. it’s why you’re out in the woods. you hope they’ll keep to the cities. it would make sense. you thought at first when they came that you’d be safe. they wouldn’t even get onto your island, and you were right, for a while. life in the outer banks wasn’t normal though, even as they began to attack only the big cities. everyone knew they would spread quickly, and chaos started before they even moved out of new york city.

you swallow hard, trying not to think about what happened. you think of your family. kooks. fucking kooks. they went crazy, acting like an alien invasion meant it was the purge. your family owned a grocery store, a small one that had been in the family for generations. it meant you had supplies, but it also made you a target. you force the thought out of your mind, but you still see it every time you close your eyes, the blood and bodies littering the store. you left that day, not even taking a single thing with you, just needing to be gone. they came the next day. you watched from high ground as they tore through the town, only reacting to the loudest screams and most movement. you studied them, committing as much as you could to memory, before turning your back to that world. it was over then.

it’s been almost an entire year now. you’ve considered going back. you’ve never gone far from the outer banks, but you’ve also never stopped moving. you know you’re going in slow circles, but you can’t bring yourself to do anything different, and you don’t need to yet. there’s plenty of food in this area, and the winters don’t deplete your resources as much like they would if you headed north. and south is just ocean, something you don’t want to see. too many memories. the sound of your sister laughing as she jumped in the waves, of your mother laying on the beach, whatever book she’s currently reading in her hand.

you curse yourself for getting lost in your memories as you hear a twig snap. you quickly move to a tree to climb, trying to keep your movements light. the biggest risk wasn’t even the monsters, just like before in kildare, it was other people. other people killed your family and you are not going to let yourself fall to the same fate. you’d rather stare down the aliens teeth than let another human take you out. it was all just so wrong and messy.

your breath catches when the man creeping through the trees is familiar. his hair is longer now, falling over his forehead in dark blonde strands. you are moving before you can think over the consequences. you were never friends, theres no saying how he’ll welcome you, but he’s someone. someone you know. “rafe.” it feels weird to speak. you haven’t done it in weeks.

his head snaps up at his name, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he realizes who is standing in front of him. “y/n?” he asks, relief spreading over his features. you nod and smile. you’re not sure why you do it, but you get closer. rafe steps in as well, pulling you into a hug. it’s awkward with the amount of gear you’ve both got, but you don’t care, it’s human contact, it’s good human contact.

“you’re alive.” you state the obvious, and rafe nods. “would never let those fuckers take me out.”

you should have known rafe was too strong willed to die. he’s tough, but he’s more than that, he’s too stubborn to let an alien take him out. you wouldn’t be surprised if he had killed a few himself. to still be alive you practically had to.

“what are you doing here? wheres your base?” you ask. theres no way he’s been in this area long, you couldn’t have been missing him this whole time.

“i’m on the move, actually.” rafe says, clearing his throat. “retaking tanneyhill.”

you smile at that, and the action makes your cheeks hurt. you can’t remember the last time you’ve made that expression. “you and what army?”

rafe shrugs, also grinning. “it’s my home. not going to let anyone drive me out.”

“that’s… brave.” you say honestly. all of the tension is gone from the times before they came. it was always kooks vs pogues, but now, there were just pogues. rafes status was the same as yours. there was nothing for you to be afraid or apprehensive of anymore.

“come with me.” rafe says. you take a step back. back to outer banks. the thought rolls through your head. “at least to the edge of town.”

you nod, not able to find words. it’s getting dark anyways, so you need to make camp soon. you’ll sleep on it and reevaluate in the morning when you don’t have the excitement of finally having another friendly human around you again.

“i’ve been sleeping in a nearby cave the past couple nights.” you tell rafe, making sure to keep your voice hushed. “there’s room for two.”

“sure beats just sleeping under the stars knowing i could get my head bit off at any minute.” it’s an attempt at a joke, but you can’t bring yourself to laugh, or even smile. it wasn’t so long ago that you woke up to a huffing sound, sitting up to realize one of those… things was almost on top of you. you grabbed the blade you keep under your pillow and ended it, only because it hadn’t yet realized you were there. you know you wouldn’t get so lucky next time.

you’re quiet the rest of the walk, rafe following in your footsteps quietly. you know exactly where to walk to keep your steps near silent. you get to the cave, pulling the branches out of the way that mask it’s entrance. it’s a tight squeeze to get in. you have to take your pack off and set it inside first. rafe does the same, eyebrows rising as he takes in how large the cave really is, looking up to see the ceiling is a few feet over his head. there’s a few openings in it, letting in the dying sunlight.

it’s an amazing find, really lucky, which is why you’ve stayed in this once place for so long. and just when you began itching to get moving again, here is rafe, presenting you with an opportunity.

rafe begins to unpack, getting his bedroll out and setting it near yours. it’s the only even spot in the flooring, but your cheeks still heat at the thought of sleeping so close to him.

“here, i have some berries stocked up.” you grab the jar off the floor, opening it and shaking a few into rafes extended hand.

you don’t talk much as you eat. as soon as you stop moving, exhaustion takes over you. you’re thankful that you get so tired, knowing laying down and letting your thoughts run free is not something you want to do. you lay down after you eat, rafe joining you.

“thanks.” he whispers, noticing that just a bit of moonlight is illuminating the cave.

“no problem.” you say, turning on your side to face him. “i’m glad you’re alive.” if you would have thought about rafe yesterday you would have said you didn’t care if he was alive or dead, but it’s different having him here, right next to you.

“i’m glad you’re alive too.” rafe says, reaching out and squeezing your hand. you squeeze back, palm tingling, and you’re not sure if it’s because of rafe, or because it’s human contact. your eyes flutter closed and you fall asleep like that, hands together.

but it’s not how you wake up. you’re so warm, heat pressing against your front. you blink your eyes opening, realizing that at some point in the night you’ve abandoned your sleeping bag and have joined rafe on his bedroll. you go to move away, but rafes arm is trapping you. he lets out a grumble in his sleep at your attempting to move, squeezing you even tighter to him.

you wait for the blush to subside before you tap rafe. “wake up.” you say softly, unable to resist the urge to stroke your thumb over his cheek. rafes eyes flutter open as you pull your hand away.

“sorry.” rafe mumbles, removing his hand from your back to rub over his face. you don’t speak as you roll away, not telling rafe where you’re going as you head out of the cave to get a breath of fresh air as well as do your business. you’re about to remove the brush to get back inside when you hear a chuffing noise. you know exactly what it is, but you wait until the thing comes into view to confirm it, and you’re glad you wait, because it’s not one, but three.

you rush inside the cave, grabbing your blade. “three of them.” is all you say to rafe to get him moving. the entrance isn’t big enough for them to get in, so you work on packing up in case you need to make a quick move. rafe peaks out the entrance, letting out a quiet curse.

“as soon as they’re gone, we’ve got to move.” you whisper. rafe nods, getting his stuff ready as well. you may be safe in this cave, but you’ve only got a couple berries left, and your water bottle is almost empty. as much as you like this location, it’s time to move, because if three are around, theres bound to be more. they’re not pack animals per say, but they tend to stay in groups when they are on move.

you wait hours, sitting there silently, until the sun is high in the sky. you know you have to use it to your advantage, so you share the rest of the berries with rafe and set off, keeping your head on a swivel. you head towards the outer banks, rafe by your side. you want to tell him again, how thankful you are that he’s alive, but you don’t know how long you’ll be able to stick by his side, no matter how bad you want to.

you spend the whole day walking, and you know that you’re only a few more hours from getting where you want to be, but you convince rafe to stop and set up a small camp. it’s not safe to continue at night, especially with the leaves still on the trees, not letting enough light to the forest floor.

you set up your bedrolls side to side, and again wake up in the morning with your limbs tangled together, this time rafe moving towards you. you close your eyes and let yourself enjoy the warm embrace as the sun rises, sending a warm orange glow over everything. rafe wakes up a few minutes later, squeezing you tightly before getting up. you don’t speak about it as you start to walk again.

you stop by a clean looking river and get some drinking water, both filling up your bottles, knowing you’ll have to boil it later but don’t want to stop. time seems to fly, and before you know it you’re walking down the street of the one place you swore you wouldn’t come back. thankfully, rafes house is nowhere near your familys shop, yet you still feel the tug.

“the fence is still intact.” rafe notes as you approach. he swings the gate open, eyes sweeping over the yard. a lot of the houses have damage, but he’s right, everything looks like it’s still in good shape. you suppose it’s a testament to the older houses being built better, after all this house has gone through hundreds of tropical storms or hurricanes.

“lets do a quick sweep before we get too excited.” you tell rafe. he gives a curt nod, but you can still see the excitement in his eyes. you stick together, going through every room in the lower floor before heading up the stairs. it’s obviously picked through, but a lot of the important things remain untouched. you want to cry at the fact that there’s still mattresses on the beds. it’s been so long since you’ve slept properly on a bed.

you’re about to head downstairs when you hear nails scratching against the hardwood. your eyes widen and briefly meet rafes before you both look over the railing, realizing one of the aliens must have snuck in after you, and was now heading right towards the stairs.

“rafe.” you whisper-scream.

“get in the bedroom. close the door.” rafe says, shoving you away.

“no, what?” you protest, knowing you can help.

“please, y/n, i lost… everyone.” his voice breaks, eyes shining. “i can’t lose you too, not when i just got you.”

you frown at his words, but nod, heading towards the bedroom and closing the door. you take your pack off, grabbing your blade. the second you hear rafe in any sort of trouble you’re coming out.

you hear a commotion, but can’t make much out, until you hear rafe mutter a curse. you throw open the door, seeing rafe clutching his arm, but the monster there on the ground, dead.

“rafe!” you rush to him. “into the bathroom, quickly.” you say, hoping to find some sort of towel to wrap around the wound, maybe if you’re lucky something to stave off infection.

“hey.” rafe stops. “we have to go shut the gate first.”

you shake your head no. “you’re bleeding, we take care of you first then we can do whatever else.” rafe sighs, but nods, letting you lead him into the spacious bathroom, but it feels small when you close the door behind you. it’s been almost a year since you’ve been inside a house, and its near suffocating being trapped. you quickly scrounge through the cabinets, shocked to find so much stuff. you realize the camerons probably stayed as long as they could, meaning most of the looting was done by the time the house was vacant.

you find some hydrogen peroxide and a hand towel, deciding it will work for now. you turn back to rafe, who has now taken his shirt off. your breath catches in your throat, noting not just his defined muscles but also the various scars littered along his torso. some were clearly deep, other little scratches, maybe from a thorn.

you shake the fuzzy feeling out of your head and squirt a little bit of the peroxide onto a towel, not wanting to waste such a precious resource. you press it to the wound, and rafe doesn’t even flinch at the sting. as you clean it up, you realize it’s not bad at all. rafe would likely recover quickly, especially now that you can control any potential infection somewhat.

you rip the sleeve off his shirt. it’s no good anymore anyways, and tighten it around his wound.

“you make a good nurse.” rafe says, admiring your quick and efficient work.

“no formal training, but i did watch greys anatomy before.” you laugh, the sound echoing around you.

rafe smiles at you, tucking a strand of hair out of your face. “stay with me?” rafe asks, reaching down to squeeze your hand. “we can fortify this place. put wiring along the top of the fence. plant, make a whole garden. fish for our food. we can live as comfortably as possible, together.”

you nod before you can stop yourself. you honestly can’t think of anything better than feeling safe.

the first couple months are just hard work. you use the prebuilt wall along the property to make it a safe haven against the aliens, even going as far to set some traps.

you eventually settle into a routine. rafe does most of the fishing, you do all of the gardening, and then you fall asleep in the same bed every night. it becomes comfortable. you have sightings of the monsters, but only a couple pose any threat, and you’re always able to retreat back into tanneyhill until they leave the town. you don’t see any other people, probably because no one wants to be trapped on an island, potentially stranded.

you decide to head into town, rafe has been pushing you that it would be smart to check for supplies, and he’s right, but your families shop is in town and you don’t know how you’ll cope seeing it, but you eventually agree you do need to reup your supplies, especially clean, unripped clothing.

rafe takes a gun he found still in the safe at tanneyhill as you walk together down the street. it feels freeing to be out without a pack, knowing that you have someplace safe to return to.

you follow rafe, until you get there, and your steps falter. rafe notices immediately as you turn to face the place you grew up in, running down the aisles with your sister, being scolded by your father when you bump the shelves and knock merchandise off. part of you wants to go inside, be surrounded by those memories, but you know what else lies inside those doors.

“hey, what’s wrong?” rafes voice sounds far away, even as hes right next to you.

you sink to your knees, unable to even stand, tears flowing down your face. rafe follows you to the ground, hand cupping your face, other arm pulling you into him.

“hey, hey, i got you.” rafe says, kissing your head. “i got you. it’s okay.”

he lets you cry until theres nothing left in you. the year of pent up emotions, holding everything in because you had no choice. there was no time for breakdowns in the constant struggle to survive, but rafe has helped give you safety, and in that, freedom.

“thank you.” you look up at him, knowing you would still be out there in those woods if it wasn’t for him. you lean in, pressing your lips against rafes. he hesitates for a moment and then returns the kiss, pulling you somehow even closer into him.

“thank you.” rafe presses his forehead against yours. “i was lost before we found each other.” he pecks a kiss to your lips. “you saved me in ways you don’t even know. i wasn’t coming back to outer banks to retake tanneyhill, i was coming back to give up.” rafe admits.

you can’t help the gasp that you let out. rafe giving up? he must have been in a truly terrible place. you imagine seeing his entire family killed did that to him. you know exactly what it’s like.

“i love you.” you tell rafe, needing him to hear the words you’ve been holding back for almost a month now.

“i love you.” rafe kisses you deeply again. “i love you.”

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 11 months

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First Time

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~9.2k

Summary: You meet another mobster.

A/N: This is when Y/n’s tracker is placed!

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence/torture, blood and mentions of drug use, death.

“Kale, onions…garlic, check.”

You’re currently in the grocery store trying to get the last ingredients you need for dinner. You feel rushed despite having gotten off work early today, and you really want to get home to start cooking.

One of your favorite activities in the world is grocery shopping. Most of your friends hate it, and your wife doesn’t particularly enjoy it either. However, you love food and any time you get to eat it or prepare to eat it you are happy. This is why as you’re walking up and down the aisles with a smile as you hum under your breath. You were excited to cook this dish that someone at work had brought for lunch. You often find yourself lured around the office following great smells. Wanda joked once that you were like a dog when you picked up a scent. You wouldn’t stop until you found it and figured out what it was.

Once you grab the last things you need for tonight’s dinner you sigh in relief before heading toward check out. You stretch with a groan and lean against your cart as you wait in line. Looking outside, you see it’s gotten dark out and you frown slightly in disappointment. You weren’t a fan of driving at night because you didn’t have the best luck with wildlife and the police.

Last time you’d driven home in the dark you’d almost hit a deer as it darted across the street. The time before that you’d been stopped for speeding. To be fair, you’d been going almost 15 over, but you hated confrontation and also weren’t a fan of paying for speeding tickets.

These thoughts leave you as you arrive at the register and you greet the brunette before putting all your items on the belt. You allow your mind to wander to your wife at home and how you hope she’s walked and fed your dog. You know how he gets when it’s dark and he hasn’t had his dinner yet. Daylight saving’s time was always a struggle in the fall.

“Thank you, have a nice night.”

You smile and offer a ‘you too’ before heading out into the crowded parking lot. You parked too far away because you didn’t like parking near other cars, and you were currently regretting it. You sigh when you finally arrive to your car and you open the trunk to load up the groceries. You close the trunk and put up your cart before returning to the driver’s side. You’re thinking about calling Wanda when you feel something press against your back as you grab the door handle.

“Don’t scream or I’ll shoot you. Unlock the car.”

You tense when the gun’s pressed further into your back, and you do as he says with a frown. You’re not sure what’s happening, but you go with it to avoid getting shot in this parking lot. You open the doors and get in the car as your possible car jacker gets in the back seat. You still tense and wait on edge as you sit down and you look in the rear-view mirror with a frown. You clear your throat before speaking up as you shut your door and start the car slowly.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

You flinch as the brunette moves toward you suddenly and climbs into the front seat. You watch him get settled, his gun still in his hand pointed vaguely in your direction before he turns to you. You don’t recognize him, not that you thought you would, but you’re a little surprised to see that he’s not wearing a mask or doing anything to hide his identity. Either he doesn’t care or he knows it doesn’t matter. You’re not sure you like what either of those things imply.

“Drive, please, Dr. Maximoff.”

Well, that answered one question, but you couldn’t help but be miffed by this giant wrench in your plans for tonight. You knew better than to be too snippy, but you also didn’t want to show him how worried you were. This type of thing hadn’t happened to you before, and you weren’t quite sure of what to do. Wanda had told you once that if you were ever in a situation like this, you should tell them what they wanted to know and not fight them on anything. She wanted you to stay as safe as possible while she tried to find you.

The fact that she thinks you’re just out shopping and that you could be another hour or so doesn’t sit well with you at all. You back out of your parking spot slowly before you start to head out of the lot.

“Is there anywhere in particular you’d like to go?”

He doesn’t respond immediately and you just turn out onto the street and start to drive home out of habit. You’re sure he doesn’t pick up on this and he just shakes his head before muttering ‘just drive’ under his breath. You figure that since he knows your name, he doesn’t just want to steal your car. He’s targeting you for a reason, and unfortunately if you had to guess, it’s because of something your wife’s done. You go to say this before you realize it might be better to be blissfully ignorant.

“Did my wife do something to piss you off recently, or did you just want me to drive you around?”

You see him scowl out of the corner of your eye, and you see his hand twitch but he doesn’t do anything other than huff in annoyance. You’re not sure what you expected him to say to you, but you’re rendered speechless as you try to figure out a way out of this mess.

“Your wife’s going to become a widow unless she does me a favor.”

Wanda is sitting around trying to kill time while she waits for you to come home. It’s almost 7 and you’d texted her about an hour and a half ago to tell her you were shopping. She figured you’d be home by now, but she’d gone shopping with you enough to know that you are easily distracted. She has often had to bring your attention back to the grocery list when you’re side tracked by your appetite. For this reason, she’s going to give you another half hour before checking in.

She’s already fed the pets and walked Boone, so now she’s just lounging on the couch. She let Boone lie down at her feet as she turned on the television for some background noise. She puts on a cooking show that you like as she lays down and grabs her phone from the coffee table. She decides to at least get an ETA and she shoots you a quick text.

Are you on your way?

Wanda lies back down and reaches down to pet Boone when he rests his head on her legs. She pets him for a minute before she turns to the television. She’s not sure what this round is on but the weird ingredients involved only manage to keep her attention for a few minutes. She closes her eyes just intending to rest for a minute, but she accidentally falls asleep and doesn’t realize it until Boone jumps off the couch an hour later.

Wanda mumbles a curse under her breath as she sits up and reaches for her phone with a yawn. She sees it’s nearly 8 and that you haven’t responded to her text so she decides to call you. She stands up and walks toward the kitchen as she waits for you to answer. By the fourth ring she’s getting anxious, and when it finally goes to voicemail she hangs up and immediately calls back.

She’s opening the fridge by the time it goes to voicemail again and she’s trying to keep calm as she leaves you a short message.

“Hey Y/n, are you on your way home? I’m starting to worry. Call me, please.”

Wanda hangs up and sets her phone down on the counter with a frown. She hopes that you’re just driving and can’t answer the phone, and that you’ll walk through the door in just a few minutes. She opens the fridge again to grab a bottle of wine and goes to grab a glass with a sigh. She’s tired and her stomach starts to growl as she pours herself some absentmindedly.

She’s mid-sip when her phone goes off and she sets the glass down quickly to see if it’s you. She frowns at the unknown number and the fact that they’ve sent her a video. She opens it before she can think better of it, and she nearly drops her phone when she sees what it is.

Your plan to drive to the compound was quickly thwarted when your captor, he wouldn’t tell you his name, tells you to turn a different way. You considered not listening, but it only took him putting his gun to your head for you to oblige him. You weren’t in the mood for this, not that you think you’d ever be, and you’re thinking about ways to get out of this without hurting yourself too much. You aren’t driving too fast, and you could probably jump out of the car but that’s honestly the best you can come up with. It’s not ideal because then you’d be on the side of the road and he’d be in your car, probably able to get out and just drag you back in. You sigh in defeat as you start heading out of town and you’re tapping the steering wheel anxiously as you dare to speak up again.

You could tell he was getting a little annoyed, but if he really wanted something from Wanda, he wouldn’t hurt you too badly, right? You make this assumption without knowing if he’s truly smart enough to know this. For this reason, you’re not as rude as you want to be as you ask yet again for a hint.

“What favor do you need from, Wanda?”

Despite not knowing the crucial details of your wife’s work, you had a feeling that she could make a lot happen. You’re not sure what his demands are, but you felt like there was a very small chance that it was something that Wanda wouldn’t be able to make happen, at least that’s what you’re hoping.

When he just scowls at you, you feel your hope start to dwindle and you consider what’s going to happen to you. You’ve not yet had the privilege of being used as a pawn in your wife’s mob politics.

“I need her to pull out of a deal, and to give me some money.”

You don’t even bother asking about the first part. You’re too worried you’ll be told that Wanda’s going to murder someone or something horrific like that, so you keep your mouth shut. You consider the second part for a few seconds as you continue to drive down the dark and mostly deserted road. You don’t know how much money Wanda has overall. Sure, you have joint bank accounts, but Wanda also keeps some money separate for legal, or rather illegal reasons. She says it’s to keep you out of trouble, and since you have no reason to not trust her, you let her do what she needs to.

It's not until moments like this that you realize it might be helpful to know how much she has so when people demand an obscene amount, you don’t fear that she doesn’t have it.

“Turn into this lot and park next to that car.”

You do as you’re told, but you turn as slowly as possible to delay the inevitable. You’re not stupid, despite evidence to suggest the contrary, and you have a feeling you know what happens next. Maybe if you can keep him talking you won’t have to get into this next car.

“How much do you want?”

He nudges you with the gun in his hand to get you out of the car and you scowl in annoyance before practically jumping out to get away from him. You slam the door and just glare at him as he gets out and continues to point it at you as he gestures to the other car. It’s a little banged up and you wouldn’t be surprised if it doesn’t have a license plate. You don’t get a chance to look before he takes out keys and walks to the driver’s side.

“Don’t worry about that right now.”

You are about to ask him when you should worry about it, but instead as you turn around you see his arm is raised above your head. You don’t have time to curse in anticipation before he hits you across the face with the butt of the gun and sends you to the ground. You groan in pain as you roll onto your back, but you make no effort to get up or resist when he grabs your arm and practically throws you in the backseat.

“Sorry about that.”

Pietro Maximoff is in his bedroom struggling to find an outfit when he hears his sister’s voice. He stops rifling through his closet when he realizes she’s shouting, that she sounds worried, and he hurries to go meet her.

“Pietro! PIETRO!”

The frantic knocking comes when he’s only steps away from the door, and he’s quick to open it as his sister continues to panic.

“Pietro, I need your help! Y/n’s in trouble--.”

He opens the door to a frantic, flushed Wanda who clearly ran here to find him. She’s holding her phone and she practically shoves it at him with a shaky hand.

“What is it? What happened, Wanda?”

Petro’s mind is going a mile a minute as he considers all of the horrible possibilities. He looks down to his sister’s phone to see that it’s opened on a message, but he quickly sees the video and his eyes widen. He looks back up to his sister in confusion and she starts to explain as much as possible. She tells him how you went to the store after work, but that you’d taken longer than she expected so she texted you.

“She didn’t respond and then I fell asleep and then she didn’t answer her phone, then this came!”

Wanda watches as Pietro looks back to the video that starts to play as he opens it. He doesn’t even move from the doorway as he registers the sight of you sitting tied to a chair with two men standing by your side. Whoever is holding the camera moves closer to you so they’re only a few feet away, and Pietro can clearly see a large gash over your left eye.

“Okay doctor, remember what we practiced. Go ahead and tell your wife what we want from her.”

Both Maximoffs watch as you scowl and Wanda feels her heart start to race again as she prepares for what you do next. She’s watched the video already of course, but she still feels extreme anxiety watching you talk back and try to resist giving them what they want. She loves you for a lot of reasons, including how smart and resilient you are, but she hates seeing your attitude get you hurt.

“Fuck off.”

Your head is still aching from where he’d hit you earlier, and you can’t help but hiss as one of the minions by your side grabs your hair and yanks your head back. You glare at him ignoring the tears that sting your eyes as you grit your teeth to keep from cursing in pain. You try to ignore the camera that’s getting closer to your face as the ring leader speaks up again. He’s frowning as he zooms in on your face to get a better shot of your cut.

“Would you rather us hurt you instead? I can’t imagine she wants to see that.”

You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt at his words, and you hate that you agree with him. Although you hate the idea of cooperating, you don’t want Wanda to have to see you any more hurt than you already are. Knowing your wife, she’ll already be near hysterical when she learns that you’ve been taken, and you’d be shocked if these three, and anyone else involved, get anything out of tonight, let alone live to tell about it.

Still, you glare harder at him as you growl under your breath at the obnoxious brunette. You can’t wait to see your wife kick his ass.

“God help you if you do.”

You’re not surprised when the grip on your hair tightens painfully and you feel something cold and sharp against your neck. You instinctively hold your breath and try not to move as the knife digs into your skin threateningly.

“That’s strike two. Now you’re a doctor, so you’re supposed to be smart, right? Do you want to tell me what happens when you get to three?”

Pietro waits with bated breath as you consider your options. Luckily you don’t take too much time to make your decision and you’re looking at the camera that’s backed up at this point, but its not far enough away for him to miss the red line that’s revealed as the knife is pulled away so you can speak freely.

“Wands, he wants you to back out of your deal with Booker…”

You pause as you swallow the lump in your throat before mentioning the second, ridiculous demand that you were told.

“He also wants $14 million to make up for his losses when you first moved North.”

You cough as your throat suddenly becomes dry, and out of habit you try to move your arm to cover your mouth but you just yank against the ropes around your wrists. You glower at the brunette who’s now smiling as he presses a button on his phone before he starts to fill in the gaps.

“Since I’m a reasonable man, I’ll give you 24 hours to get the money together and talk to Booker. Call me once you have it and we’ll set up a meeting. Until then, I’ll send you updates on how we’re doing here every 6 hours.”

You feel panic flood your body at the fact that he’s only giving Wanda 24 hours. That doesn’t seem like enough time to get everything figured out. That said, you also realize that you’re going to be stuck here in this smelly room, and very uncomfortable chair for at least that long and you want to cry.

You just wanted to go home and cook your wife dinner.

“Say bye for now, Dr. Maximoff.”

The video ends with you shooting the camera a hopeful look, and Pietro just curses before he starts to formulate a plan.

“Let me talk to Bucky and Nat. We’ll track her phone and her car to see if we can get an idea of where they took her.”

Wanda’s nodding absentmindedly as she reconsiders the decision she’d made after first watching this. She was desperate to get you back, and she didn’t care what she had to do to make it happen. She had many concerns about dealing with a man like this, but her main one was what he planned to do with you while he waited. She’d only really interacted with him, Anderson was his name, once and she did not enjoy it at all. He was manipulative and distrusting of most things she’d said. Granted she had lied to him about some of her intentions, but he’d returned the favor when he’d tried to steal a client out from under her.

She doesn’t want you to be at risk for any longer than strictly necessary, and she’s tempted to talk to Booker now just to get this over with. However, she needs to be smart and take some time to figure out how to best approach this situation. She knew that Anderson was counting on her making the impulsive, knee-jerk decision to comply just so you’ll get back safely. She wants to do this, but she needs to consider how her actions can set a precedent. She’ll do whatever she can to keep this from happening again, but she knows that word spreads fast and anyone who hears that she’s willing to pay millions to get you back, will try their hand at getting rich.

Wanda watches as her brother leaves and tries to take a deep breath to calm her raging nerves. She thinks about you sitting with the three men who will undoubtedly be bored waiting for her to get her act together. She dares to consider what they might do to you before she grabs her phone. She texts one of her IT people to ask if they can trace the number that the video came from. She’s not optimistic, but she’d like to have all of her bases covered.

She hesitates to reach out to Booker because she’s not sure what to tell him yet. She checks the time and it’s only 8:40, not too late at all, but by the time she comes up with a plan she’s not sure how much she’ll get done tonight. She decides to leave her brother’s room and heads back to her own with a contemplative frown. She blocks out the sound of Boone howling as she opens the door and goes to work making a plan. She goes to the bedroom to find her computer and as she turns to head to the kitchen, she nearly runs Boone over. She curses loudly, but takes a second to placate the dog so he’s not too insufferable later. She scratches his ears and kisses his face with a sigh. She takes a second to just look at him and he whines before following her into the kitchen. She grabs her glass of wine before sitting at the counter with her computer. She starts with checking her bank account and she scowls at the idea of having to lose so much. She has plenty of money and knows that she doesn’t even have to worry, but the idea of forking this over to someone she hates makes her skin crawl.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?”

She hears Boone whine from where he’s sitting next to her and she sighs as she reaches out for him. She pets him for a few minutes as she just tries to figure out what she should do. She has 24 hours, and although she’s not going to take all of that time, she does need at least a few to arrange everything. Pietro is already calling her back and she prepares to face this extremely stressful situation. She just hopes that you’re fairing okay, and that you’re not giving Anderson too hard of a time.

You glare at the floor in front of you as you grow increasingly more bored with each passing minute. There’s not even a clock in the room, just two bored looking men who are probably daydreaming of being anywhere else. The third, Anderson, he’d finally told you his name, had left to do God knows what. He’d barely given the duo any instruction when he left, and you are trying not to become annoyed at your situation. You wonder how long you’d been followed tonight before Anderson made his move.

How long had he been planning on doing this?

Not for the first time, you consider the dangers associated with being married to Wanda. You know that the benefits far outweigh the drawbacks of your relationship, but at moments like this you can’t help but hate the fact that Wanda’s so well-known. You love your wife and know that she is trying to get out of the business, slowly but surely, but hopefully this incident will kick her ass into gear a little. You’re considering what the redhead could be doing right now when you notice one of the minions stand up and stretch with a sigh.

He doesn’t want to be here babysitting when he could be spending his night actually relaxing. He knows who you are and how important you are to Anderson’s plan, but you’re more annoying that he thought you would be. You were cute and he wanted to play with you a little, but he hadn’t been given permission. That said, if things changed as the hours went by, maybe he could do something to salvage tonight.

“Can I get some water? Is that allowed?”

The other body in the room looks to you with a scowl as he considers ways to shut you up. You’ve been silent up until now, it’s only been a couple of hours, but you’ve already proven to be mouthy with Anderson and he’d rather avoid having to listen to you bitch again.

He looks to Riggs who just shrugs at him and he sighs as he stands up. They’re keeping you at their headquarters because it was the most secure place they could think of. There are close to 20 people here at all times, so it’s better protected from anything your wife might try. He decides to go down to the kitchen to get himself some food and maybe get you some water.

“I’ll be back soon. Do you want anything?”

When he receives a head shake, he leaves the two of you alone for a bit. He’s glad to be out of that room and he wishes he could stay clear of it. You are also wishing to be out of this room, but you know that just saying so will irritate your captors even more. You don’t want to push them too much so you try your best to just relax and trust that your wife will get you out of this.

Wanda hasn’t been this stressed in a long time. She knew this was going to be a difficult ask, but getting Booker to agree to her proposition had been quite an endeavor. Now after almost 4 hours of negotiating, she and Booker had reached an agreement. It will cost her another couple million, but she’d guaranteed that their deal would resume as soon as her ‘unforeseen complication’ was no longer an issue. Wanda hadn’t given too many details, but she’d hinted at her reasoning for trying to renegotiate. She was infamous for sticking to her decisions, good or otherwise, so this had been an unexpected surprise.

She was counting down how many hours she had until she needed to give Anderson her decision. Even working with everyone, they didn’t have a great plan for breaking you out without a lot of potential for injury. Wanda knew she had the people for it, but she wasn’t sure she could or even should ask near three dozen people to help her break you out and kill all of Anderson’s people in the process.

“Hey, sestra. How did it go?”

Wanda groans in exhaustion before mentioning that the meeting had gone okay all things considered. She’d gotten what she wanted, cooperation, and it only cost her a lot of money. Not that she cared about that part of it. She was mostly just concerned about Booker keeping up his end of the deal, and making sure that everything worked out for you.

“It was…”

Wanda trails off as her phone dings and she glances at it to see who it is. She realizes that it’s been longer than she thought, when she sees an update from Anderson. She curses under her breath before moving to sit next to her brother so she can show him as well. She realizes this was a bad idea about 5 seconds in.

Your second babysitter had actually fallen asleep only a few minutes after the other left to probably not get you water. You would roll your eyes if you weren’t busy trying to free yourself. You glance down at your wrists before turning your attention back to your neglectful captor. You keep twisting your wrists to try and loosen the ropes around them with a grimace. It burns your skin, but as one starts to loosen a little you figure it’s worth it. You sigh in relief when one of them becomes loose enough for you to slip your hand out. You hurry to untie the other before you run out of time.

You have no idea how long they’ll be gone or asleep and you decide to try and get the fuck out of here. You hadn’t noticed that the door has been locked when the brunette left and you’re hoping it’s still not as you tip toe toward it. You are surprised when the door opens and even more so when there’s no one on the other side of it. You contemplate which way you should go, but you’re mostly focused on closing and locking the door behind you. You roll your eyes at this before making sure it’s locked behind you with a sigh.

You decide to go to the right because there’s a door that looks like it leads to a stairwell. You’re not sure where you are or what floor you might be on so you decide to go down in hopes of finding an exit. You’d underestimated how many people might be crawling around and you immediately see someone. You duck back behind the door and wait until it’s clear before leaving the stairwell as quietly as possible.

You’ve never claimed to be lucky about much in life. It wasn’t until you met Wanda that this changed at least for a little bit. That said, you wouldn’t be surprised if someone told you that you’d used up all of your luck when meeting your wife. Especially now, as you run head on into Anderson as you turn the corner. Apparently, he was still around and you both stare at each other in shock until you decide to try and run.

Again, your luck isn’t great and despite knocking him to the ground and running a good bit away, you run into more people almost immediately. You sigh in annoyance before you take off in a different direction and listen as Anderson yells at them.

“Stop her!”

Now that you had four people running after you, it occurs to you to look for a weapon to defend yourself with. You don’t like the odds when you run into a room that’s a sad-looking kitchen with nothing particularly useful in sight. You hear footsteps closing in on you and you panic and grab the closest thing to you.

This happens to be a chair and you swing it towards the first person that you see. It hits him square in the chest and he falls backwards into one of his friends. You still see Anderson and someone else not far behind and you head for the closest exit only to run into a locked door. You sigh in defeat before you turn around just in time for someone to grab you. You hold your breath, waiting for the blow, and they don’t disappoint as you’re thrown back against the door. You cringe and react instinctually as you grab his arms and try to push him off of you. Despite succeeding, you have two more coming at you immediately and you try to remember what Nat and Yelena always told you in training.

Hit them where it hurts most.

With this in mind, you kick out and aim for groin closest to you. Despite wanting to bask in the pained noise the man releases as he doubles over, you focus on the angry redhead in front of you. He’s throws out a fist and tries to punch you but you dodge it and punch him in the nose. It hurts a little and you think you may have broken something other than his nose as you turn your attention to the next obstacle.

You realize your escape attempt has failed when you see Anderson pointing his gun at you with a scowl.

“Strike three.”

You don’t struggle when you feel the two men you’d just beaten up grab you and try to lead you back to their boss despite their injuries. It doesn’t matter much anyway because you’re not going to do anything that will get you shot and follow somewhat obediently. You’re afraid you know where you’re headed next as you’re shoved back the way you came by the duo behind you.

“Come on, bitch. It’s time for another update anyway.”

Wanda feels her stomach drop and her eyes are already watering as she starts the most recent video sent to her. She realizes that something must have happened because you’ve been beaten and look near unconscious from where you’re sitting vaguely upright. Your lip and cheek are bruised and bleeding, and just from the way you’re sitting Wanda can tell you’re hurting elsewhere as well. Another glance and Wanda realizes that you’re now handcuffed as Anderson practically stomps over to you.

“Your wife has been very bad since we last spoke. She tried to escape and injured some of my men in the process.”

Wanda is too distressed by your appearance and obvious discomfort to feel the pride she usually would at the news that you’re not making things easy. You grimace slightly as Anderson shoves your shoulder to try and wake you up, and in that moment both Maximoffs decide that they are going to personally see to his demise.

“I let them return the favor, and I thought I’d let you see how things are going here. Are you any closer to making a decision now, Maximoff?”

You are unable to look to the camera when Anderson calls your name, so he grabs your chin and forces your head up. You groan and Wanda sees blood dripping from you lips only a second before you cough all over Anderson. He curses in annoyance as he’s covered in your bloody spit and he can’t stop himself from slapping you across the face.

“Fuck! Just for that, you now only have 12 hours to get everything in order. Until then, we’ll just be here having more fun.”

The video stops and Wanda doesn’t move for a long time. She’s struggling with the decision of what she should do first. She wants to find Anderson and eviscerate him, but she doesn’t know where he is. She has people looking, and so far, they’ve only found your car which was abandoned outside of town. They had found evidence of another car being parked nearby, and they concluded that Anderson must have had you drive to it before they ditched it to take you to where ever you were now. As soon as your car was brought back, Wanda made sure that it was thoroughly searched for any evidence despite not having much hope that there’d be any.

She was afraid to take too much more time looking for him. She’s not sure what else he’ll do to you in the meantime and she realizes that she’s going to have to give him what he wants. She only has time to unlock her phone again before Pietro’s speaking up. She jumps in surprise because she’d honestly forgotten that he was still there.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling him and setting up a meeting.”

Wanda’s about to press the call button when Pietro grabs the phone out of her hand. She scowls and tries to grab it back, but Pietro puts it in his pocket and steps out of reach.

“Give it back!”

He just shakes his head before he tries to appeal to his sister’s sense of reason. He sees a play here, but it isn’t without it’s risks and he knows Wanda’s just becoming more worried about you. He’s worried too, but he knows that you’re tough enough to make it another couple of hours. Not to mention, if Anderson wants anything from his sister, he’s going to keep you alive, which he knows won’t bring Wanda much comfort considering what he’s already done to you.

“No, Wanda. Just take a second and listen to me, okay? I might have an idea.”

You’re beyond regretting your decision to take a tour around the building after a couple of hours of sitting in this chair. It was already painful when you were just waiting for something to happen, but now that you’re dealing with multiple injuries its near unbearable. Your stomach aches from where you’d been kicked multiple times and there’s a dull pain in your ribs from where someone literally kicked you while you were down. You take a deep breath as you consider how much longer you’ll have to sit here. Hopefully your wife has worked out how to get you out of here in the least painful way possible. You supposed that ship has sailed, but maybe you can be spared any more pain.

Anderson had left an hour ago and you were just sitting with your new babysitters. The previous ones had clearly been deemed unfit and you distracted yourself from your pain by imagining what could have happened to them. You’re sure they won’t be easily forgiven, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you groan inwardly at the aches and the uncomfortable chair you’re in.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

You can’t help but scowl at the stupid question that you’re not even going to bother answering. You’ve been hurt before and luckily you have a high tolerance for pain, but this is pushing your limits. You’re stressed, hurt and you are worried about how much longer you’ll have to sit here and keep a brave front.

You studiously ignore his taunting look as you consider how Wanda’s decided to handle the negotiation required to get you out of here. You know that she hates giving into obnoxious and entitled men, but you know that if she’s pushed far enough, she’ll do just about anything. Not that you want someone to force her hand, but you would really like to get out of here.

“I don’t think this is going to work, Pietro.”

Wanda’s getting antsy as she waits for her brother to finish getting ready to meet Anderson and get you back. She’s starting to regret not negotiating sooner because it’s been nearly 15 hours and she knew that you were being hurt for your escape attempt. She hated that she’d left you for so long, but Pietro convinced her that this would work.

“It will, sestra. No one knows about our tracking devices; I’ll just go talk to him and then he’ll take me to where Y/n is.”

It sounded simple, and Wanda was sure that it could be, but she didn’t trust Anderson to keep his word. He had his money and Booker had agreed to his terms, but what if he got greedy?

Wanda realizes that the what if’s are endless and just considering them now will drive her crazy. She decides that the best course of action is to believe her brother and just go forward with the plan to get you back here safe and sound as soon as possible.

She only has a few minutes to wonder if he’ll be suspicious of her absence before her brother’s gone. She looks to her phone to watch as his tracking device leaves the compound as he does. It was something that they both had that no one knew about but their closest friends. The twins had them placed shortly after their parents had died. It was their way of trying to ensure that they could always find the other if needed, that they could keep an eye on each other if necessary.

They’d never really used them like this before, but Wanda was hoping that they would pay off.

It’s almost two hours after he sent the video that Anderson hears anything. He receives a call and a meeting is set up, but it’s not with the Maximoff he would have expected. After speaking with the older brother and planning a neutral location to bring Y/n to, he just had to get you ready to leave.

This was easier said than done because apparently since he’d left, you’d become more sedate. You were nearly passed out when he returned and you had to be dragged, practically carried to the car since you were too weak to walk on your own. You only look around occasionally, but you barely react as you’re put in the back seat of the car between two bodyguards. It’s not until they start the drive that one of them reaches out to make sure you have a pulse. After falling against one of them in exhaustion or pain, you hadn’t moved once.

Anderson steals glances at you and can’t help but wonder if he overdid it a little. He knew that the younger Maximoff would find him eventually. There was no way she wouldn’t but for now he just had to face Pietro and turn you over now that he had what he wanted. He’d given him instructions on how to get here and what to do. He had to drive to where Anderson had left a car for him before leaving his phone and driving to a remote location where he’d be waiting.

It was basically in the middle of the woods, so when he spotted headlights coming down the path, he realized that he was here.

He watches as the car screeches to a halt about ten feet from them, and Pietro gets out without turning off the car. He slams the door shut before walking up to the three men, immediately looking around for you.

“Where is she?”

It’s too dark for Pietro to tell where you are, but he has a feeling you’re still in the car. He’s not sure what to feel about this, but as one of the men move forward to search him, the other goes to the car.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Maximoff.”

Pietro just scoffs at this as he raises his arms and submits to a search. He has nothing on him, not even his phone and he waits until this is confirmed before he asks again.

“Where’s my sister-in-law?”

Anderson smiles before he looks to the brunette behind him who just nods and opens the back door to the car. Pietro waits for you to come walking out, but instead the man ducks into the car and nearly drags you out. He opens his mouth to protest, but he’s cut off by Anderson who shoots him a suspicious look.

“Why didn’t Mrs. Maximoff want to grace us with her presence? Did she not want to see her wife?”

Pietro scowls but his focus is entirely on you where you’re barely conscious beside your body guard. You look more hurt that he realized from the video and he’s trying not to panic as you’re more or less carried over to him.

“I’m the one who convinced her to stay behind. She’d lose her fucking mind over seeing her wife like this. You should be thanking me.”

This is certainly true. Pietro is sure his sister would try to kill Anderson on the spot for this, but luckily, she’s not here and his anger can only do so much damage.

“What the hell did you do to her?”

Pietro tries to step forward and grab you but Anderson holds his hand up with a frown. He watches as Pietro’s car is searched before he offers him a shrug.

“Nothing she didn’t deserve, but enough about her. I have one more thing I’d like from you.”

Pietro doesn’t accept this answer and he tries to grab you again to actually support you, but he’s stopped again by someone grabbing his shirt before a gun is pressed into his back.

“Fuck that, give her here!”

Pietro stops in his tracks as Anderson shoots him an angry look. He’s really only stopping because the man holding onto you tighten his grip and you wince despite barely being conscious. Despite wanting to help you out, he doesn’t want to see you hurt so he clenches his teeth before obediently standing still. He barely notices the gun that’s been pulled on him. He’s not worried about that.

“Patience, Mr. Maximoff. I think you’ll be interested to hear what I have to say.”

Pietro doubts this but he just watches with disgust as the brunette walks up to him. He’s close enough to spit in his face, but Pietro waits to see what he wants first as his gaze darts back to you occasionally.

Anderson sighs as he looks up to the dark sky with a smile. He’s impressed that you’ve actually made it this far without passing out, and he knows he needs to get on with this. What he gave you will kick in soon and you’ll be on the ground if no one bothers to hold you up.

“I would like to strike another deal with your sister.”

Natasha and Yelena curse as Wanda throws them around the car once again with a precarious turn. They keep their mouths shut though because they know how stressed Wanda is and criticizing her driving right now would not be a great idea. She’d waited for her brother to reach the car Anderson had left him before she left with her friends to come find you. She’d wanted the sisters along because she wasn’t sure how many people she’d be facing and she needed to make sure that the only ones hurt were Anderson and his minions.

She looks to her phone on the dash again to see that she’s closing in on Pietro’s location. He’s about two miles away and despite wanting to speed up, she slows down and turns off her lights so they’re able to sneak up on him. She turns her attention to her friends who’ve been silent the entire trip as they wait patiently to use the guns they’re holding tightly in their grips.

‘We’re almost there.”

Wanda smiles as she hears Yelena mutter ‘finally’ under her breath while she and Nat get situated with their helmets and night vision goggles. They’ll be essential given they can’t get too close and alert Anderson or anyone else of their presence.

She’s creeping down the road when she spots a flash of light through the trees that must be from one of the cars. Wanda stops and Nat and Yelena take this as their cue to investigate. They roll the windows down and look out into the woods, but they can’t see much.

“Can you get any closer?”

Wanda nods and starts to drive a bit down the road. According to her phones she’s only 150 yards from her brother. They should be able to see you soon. No one says anything as Wanda stops the car again, and a few seconds pass before Yelena’s cursing under her breath.

“I can see the fucker and his two friends.”

Nat’s jaw clenches as she spots you only seconds before Wanda asks. She’s not sure what to tell her, but from what she can see you’re not standing on your own and you look like you’ve been beaten.

“Do you see, Y/n?”

Natasha’s setting up her gun while Yelena creeps out and on top of the car. Wanda would argue normally, but this wasn’t a normal circumstance and she wanted her to do whatever necessary to get you back.

“Yeah, she’s there with Anderson and Pietro.”

“No way. Wanda won’t agree to that. She’s already given you $14 fucking million dollars. She’s not handing over anything else!”

Pietro watches you flinch at the sound of him yelling, but he’s actually glad to see you react to something. You’ve only been leaning against the man beside you for support and he was starting to formulate a plan to get you out of here quicker. He hadn’t banked on Anderson asking for his sister’s job.

He’s frowning as he looks to the older Maximoff curiously. His gaze shifts to you where you’re flirting with unconsciousness before he offers Pietro a smile. He reaches out to touch your shoulder and you’re not even alert enough to try and shake him off.

“Not even for the antidote?”

Pietro doesn’t have time to ask what he’s talking about before he pulls a syringe out of his pocket that has a clear liquid in it. He’s already moving forward to stop him, but he’d forgotten about the person behind him and he’s hit in the head with the butt of a gun.

“What the fuck is that?”

Wanda stiffens at Yelena’s question as she looks through her own goggles to see that her brother’s on the ground. She’s confused as to why, but she’s quickly distracted by the sight of Anderson moving toward you with something in his hand.

“Take the shot if you have it!”

Yelena’s shooting before Wanda even finishes her sentence and she and Nat both hit Anderson before moving to the other two. Pietro’s on the ground still when the shooting start, but he’s quick to head toward you once he realizes no one is standing by you anymore. He catches you just before your head hits the ground and he curses loudly as he sees the needle sticking out of your arm.

“Shit, shit. Wanda!”

He’s on his feet and picking you up as his sister comes tearing through the woods. She stops the car barely two feet from him and he’s hurrying to the back door. He doesn’t even notice Yelena jump off the roof of the car as the door’s opened and Nat’s quickly helping him get you in the car.

“Are you okay? You’re not hit, are you?”

Pietro shakes his head because other than having a nice knot on his head he’s fine. He’s more worried about you at the moment because you’re not moving and Pietro doesn’t’ stop long enough to see if you’re breathing.

He jumps in the car while Yelena gets up front and it’s then that he sees his sister’s just staring at you in shock. She hadn’t realized you were this bad off and she feels guilt slam into her and make her chest tight at the realization that she let this happen. She notices her brother’s holding a syringe that he must have taken, but she doesn’t get to ask before he’s speaking frantically.

“I think he stuck her with this, but I have no fucking clue how much or what it is. We need to get her to a hospital.”

Wanda doesn’t need to be told twice and she’s leaving the still running car and the three dead bodies behind as she races to the nearest hospital.

The trip to the hospital was a stressful one to say the least. Wanda had been driving way over the speed limit as Pietro tried to figure out where they should be going. They’d landed at the first place they found and after a couple of hours there they were able to transfer you to the compound.

Now you laid in the med bay unconscious with a tube down your throat. Apparently, you hadn’t been breathing well on your own and a few blood tests told them that you’d definitely gotten some of whatever Anderson had injected you with. Wanda waits impatiently by your side for you to wake up, and she can’t help but start crying again as everything sets in.

She should have gotten to you sooner. She should have given Anderson exactly what he wanted as soon as he’d asked so she could save you this pain. You had broken ribs and various bruises all over, and you aren’t able to breathe on your own. They’d given you the antidote about an hour ago and despite it helping a lot, you were still too weak to take over completely.

You’re on a ventilator and Wanda hates that she could have saved you from this by simply swallowing her pride.

She turns at the sound of a knock on the door to see her brother standing by with a concerned look. She sighs before standing up to greet him. She needs to stop staring at you like she has for the past hour because it’s not making anything better. You’re still asleep and might be for days, and there’s nothing she can do about it.

“Hey Piet.”

She pulls her brother into a hug before she sighs in exhaustion. She hasn’t slept in 20 hours and the adrenaline from finding you has definitely worn off. Still, she refuses to sleep because she wants to be here when you wake up.

“How’s she doing, Wands?”

The younger Maximoff shakes her head before she glances over her shoulder to see that you haven’t moved at all. Not that she expected you to.

“She’s the same. We’re just waiting for her to start breathing on her own.”

Pietro frowns at this as he looks to his sister-in-law who he really should have pushed his sister to rescue sooner. He shakes his guilt away though to focus on his sister because he knows that she’s certainly upset with how this all played out.

“We got her help fast. She’ll be okay in time.”

Wanda’s still frowning when her brother says this, but she just squeezes him tighter before pulling away and offering a smile.

“It was your doing, Piet. Thank you for being willing to help.”

Wanda trails off as she turns back to look at you because she can’t help herself. She sighs before moving to sit back down beside you because she can barely stand at this point. Her entire body aches and she needs to cry more, but her headache stops her from giving in.

“I just wish we could have found her sooner.”

Pietro doesn’t respond to this immediately. Instead, he considers what his sister says carefully and decides that there might be something that Wanda could do. If she’d known where you were immediately, maybe she could have launched an organized rescue that would have saved her time, money and heartache. She could have found you before you’d been hurt, and she could be sleeping beside you in her own bed now instead of sitting by your side in medical. He sighs as she recalls how he and Wanda had gotten their tracking devices planted. It had been fairly non-invasive and it only itched for a day or so after, but they’d come in handy tonight. Maybe this was something that they could do for you to.

“Maybe next time you can. What if we give Y/n a tracking device like ours?”

Wanda sits up in surprise as she turns to see her brother seems to be completely serious. She hadn’t thought about this, and her mind is already racing with the possibilities. She could have found you earlier, and God forbid this happened again, she’d be able to find you faster at that time too. She can’t believe she’s actually humoring the idea, but her brother has a point. She thinks about who could possibly help her with this but it doesn’t take her long to find her answer.

“Could I borrow your phone? I need to call Tony.”

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princesstaeille · 10 months

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L’appel du vide

summary: doyoung experiences the “call of the void” multiple times during the week. until he decides to answer.

genre(s): body horror, psychological horror, angst

warning(s): violence, blood/gore, murder, thoughts/descriptions of self-harm, dissociation (pls let me know if there are more)

wc: 2.9k

notes: first (writing) post! also my first time writing horror! if you enjoyed reading, pls like/reblog and comment! thank you xxx

“I think we need more bread,” Taeyong says as he peers into the fridge. He gives the inside another cursory glance before shutting its doors and heading to the island. “Oh! And milk. And eggs.”

Doyoung scribbles each item onto a notepad and silently nods along with Taeyong’s endless list of groceries. He pauses for a moment to think about what he’s writing and notices that most things on the list are just snacks and not meal ingredients. Typical Taeyong.

“What about for dinner?” He cuts Taeyong off only to see his eyes light up with excitement.

“I was actually thinking about that last night!” Taeyong smacks his fist into his palm. “I’ve been craving kalguksu lately, or steak! Taeil suggested that the other day and I’ve been thinking about it ever since…” He continues to talk animatedly about everything he could eat, with stars in his eyes and a faint streak of drool dribbling down his chin.

Doyoung begins writing again after watching Taeyong bemusedly. He pauses when too much ink leaks from the pen and bleeds onto the notepad, leaving behind a nasty black splotch that slowly spreads. He frowns and inspects the tip of the pen, fully covered black. It stares back at him, an empty abyss, and Doyoung can’t help but drive it into his right eye, twisting and turning. The sickening squelch of fluids and blood grows louder in his ears, but he can’t make himself stop. Hot tears stream down his face. He continues to sink the pen deeper, tangling the body between nerves and tendons—

“Doyoung?”

He’s still looking at the tip of the pen, fully covered black, but nothing stares back.

“Are you okay?” Taeyong’s brows furrow and his eyes flit between Doyoung and the pen. “Is there something wrong?”

It takes a second for Doyoung to fully come back to his senses. He blinks and shakes his head. “No, the pen just leaked a little.” He wipes the excess ink off the tip and continues where he left off. “First time that’s happened.”

There’s a pause before Taeyong’s unassuming smile returns. “Were you offended that it bled on you?” He laughs as if it’s the funniest thing.

It isn’t, not to Doyoung, anyway, but Taeyong’s laughter is contagious, and he can’t help but smile.

“Get this one!”

“No way! This one’s better!”

“That one tastes like cardboard.”

“You taste like cardboard!”

Doyoung looks away from the bickering and glances out the storefront window. The sky is colored with drab grays and gloomy clouds that seem to hold the weight of the world within them. It’s going to storm soon, he thinks; we should leave before it gets too bad. When he turns back, he finds that Mark and Donghyuck have settled on which ramen to buy and have shifted their squabbling to which ice cream flavor is better, despite not being in the frozen aisle.

Grocery shopping carries on like usual—the boys see something that wasn’t on the original list, get sidetracked, and somehow end up with ten times the items they were supposed to get— it ultimately takes forever. Doyoung notices the raindrops gathering on the storefront window and, if he tunes out the chatter, can faintly hear them hit the metal roof. He hears something else as well, a distant ringing, and glances around the aisle to see if anyone’s phone is going off. But there is no one except him and the boys, and he concludes that shopping has, once again, given him a headache.

Checking out is hell, but Doyoung finally steps out of the store. The plastic bags weigh him down and threaten to cut off the circulation in his fingers. Cool wind and rain greet him.

They sprint back to the van in a vain attempt to avoid getting drenched; somewhere along the way, it becomes more of a game as Taeyong and Yuta squeal and laugh as they race. Doyoung hears the ringing again but doesn’t want to be a killjoy. He smiles a tight-lipped smile.

As soon as all the groceries are loaded into the trunk, they escape into the safety of the van. Doyoung reaches for the door handle and catches his reflection in the window. He doesn’t think about how he lets go of the handle after opening the door halfway or about how he smashes his fist into the window and sends millions of shards against his skin that tear into his flesh and leave behind delicate little cuts. The reflection is gone; all that remains is a gaping hole, his arm its center, and little beads of red dribble down to his fingertips and drip off onto the beige leather seats. Rain pools on him and runs off to mingle with scarlet pearls. It is too cold to feel—

“Doyoung! Hurry up and get in. You’re letting in all the rain!”

He no longer sees himself in the window but the mildly annoyed looks of his brothers. He is still holding onto the door handle, his fingers slightly numb from the rain. “Sorry.” Doyoung shakes his head and slides into the driver’s seat. He puts the van in drive and grips the steering wheel, looking straight ahead to avoid Taeyong’s apprehensive stare. The ringing is much louder.

Taeil places another carrot onto the cutting board just as Doyoung finishes cutting the previous one. He leaves to check on the broth that fills the kitchen with warmth.

Cutting the vegetables is dull, making it easy for Doyoung to get lost in his thoughts. He wonders what Taeil is cooking and realizes he never asked when he offered to help. He imagines how tasty it will be if the smell alone is enough to make his stomach growl. As Taeil returns to place another handful of vegetables beside the cutting board, Doyoung sighs a bit, tired of all the monotonous chopping and the feeling of his fingertips growing numb from the cold, dampness of the vegetables.

He is halfway through cutting an onion when the ringing begins. It is clear and sharp, so loud it makes his brain rattle. Doyoung’s hands fly to his ears as he lets out a pained hiss. The knife clatters onto the countertop, but he can barely hear it. He struggles to focus on the blade. Get a hold of yourself, his thoughts scream. His hand shakes as he works.

The sound makes such a simple task so laborious. So much effort put into chopping, cutting, slicing. Doyoung is almost mesmerized by the knife; he watches stainless steel disappear and reappear with each seamless cut. He is lost in its rhythmic pattern, simultaneously ignoring and in tune with the incessant buzz in his eardrums. The blade moves on its own and speedily chops up whatever vegetables remain in its path, except it’s too fast, too efficient, and speeds up as the ringing grows louder and tramps its way to the front of Doyoung’s mind. The blade skips over the last carrot and sinks its edge into his skin. It cuts until it hits bone, then saws at it before slicing out cleanly. His fingers lie splayed on the cutting board, unable to move or stretch, pathetically twitching. Mismatched lashes overlap on the back of his hand while the blade works at his wrist, which drowns in red and dyes the wood stunningly—

“I, uh, I think I’ll take it from here.”

Doyoung feels the knife being taken from his firm, cold grasp and finds Taeil at his side again. Concern swims in his eyes as he gives another gentle tug on Doyoung’s wrist. Let go, they plead.

When his grip finally relaxes, Doyoung notices just how tightly he has been holding on. “Sorry,” he mutters and steps out of the way.

Taeil looks him over a second time; his eyes linger until he’s decided that Doyoung is okay-ish. He wordlessly cuts the rest of the vegetables.

Doyoung watches for a moment or two before shifting his gaze to his hand, which is fully intact. No cuts, no mangled fingertips. His wrist connects to the rest of his arm. What remains is an overwhelming numbness and pounding headache. His mind has quieted.

A knock at the door draws Doyoung out of his reading. “Come in.”

Taeyong pokes his head in through the slight opening. His large brown eyes land on Doyoung. “You busy?”

“Not really.” Doyoung sets his book aside. “What’s up?”

Taeyoung takes a tentative step inside the bedroom and sits beside Doyoung. He folds his hands in his lap and glances curiously around the room as if it were his first time seeing it. But Doyoung notices how he wrings his hands and bounces his leg and exhales slowly through one cheek.

He cocks a brow. “Is there something wrong?”

“Are you okay?”

Taeyong’s blurt startles both of them and he rushes to clarify. “I-I just mean, you’ve been acting a little strange. Not like yourself.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately, and it doesn’t look like you’re getting enough sleep. Sometimes I’ll look at you, and you seem…terrified, like you’re seeing something we can’t. And I want to help, but you look so far off that I don’t know what to do.”

He can’t believe he had been so obvious, not that he was doing much to be subtle. Doyoung listens in awe at Taeyong’s concerns, both comforted and embarrassed. He didn’t want to worry his friends with his nonsense.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Don’t just say that to shut me up.” Taeyong shakes his head. “I’m really scared, Doyoung. I’m not the only one. Taeil’s noticed too. You aren’t acting like yourself,” He stresses, “I thought that time in the kitchen was just a one-off thing, but you acted the same way at the store. And then, while making dinner, Taeil told me.”

Does everyone just go around talking about how strange I am?

“We’re only worried because we care.” Taeyong sighs again; it leaves him shakily. “We don’t want you to get hurt. We don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Doyoung knows what he’s insinuating.

“God, you two really are a pair,” Doyoung says under his breath and chuckles. “I’m fine, I really am. You’re right about the sleep thing, though. I’ll try to get more if it makes you feel better.”

“Yes!” Taeyong nods furiously. “Get as much sleep as you can. Don’t you know how important it is? I heard lack of sleep can make you hallucinate and all sorts of things. And water! Drink lots of water, too! It helps the blood circulate and the brain work and—”

Doyoung nods along to every word Taeyong says despite tuning it all out.

He promises to get more sleep, and he does try. He tries to keep his mind busy, avoids gazing off into nothingness, and ignores the ringing that always returns whenever he closes his eyes. He tries, but it is overpowering.

Doyoung tries not to bang his head against the wall in the shower until it splits open and colors the water. He doesn’t jump out the window and blackout upon impact when trying to get some fresh air. He resists pouring burning candle wax onto his bare skin and letting it fuse to him. He tries and tries and tries until he tires of trying.

His head is splitting.

Desperate to free itself of this agony, his brain hammers against the inside of his skull. Doyoung only wishes he could rip it open if it meant stopping the unceasing ringing in his ears. Over and over, it rhythmically plays and misses not one beat. Today, it is worse than ever. The moment he opens his eyes, he feels it pounding behind them, making his vision shaky. He contemplates closing his eyes and going back to sleep, but how could he when the shrill hum makes his blood and bones vibrate?

When Taeyong invites him out to go shopping, he is delighted. It takes him out of his mind, away from the droning, and thrusts him into the real world. The real world, where everything is vibrant and loud, almost loud enough to drown out the ringing. Almost.

Shopping quickly loses its appeal. Especially when shopping turns into shopping and eating, shopping and eating and walking around aimlessly, shopping and eating and walking around aimlessly and trying to ignore the ringing but being too interested in what it has to say.

Doyoung shifts from foot to foot as they wait at a crosswalk. Cars rush past, similar to the thoughts in his head.

Yuta and Johnny stand in front of him, lost in their own conversation.

One thought slows amongst the others. The cars do not. Doyoung doesn’t push Yuta into the street. He only stares at his outstretched arm.

The car ride home finally arrives. Doyoung piles his aching bones into the backseat of the van and closes his eyes. It is quieter now, and he is thankful.

That is, until someone turns on the radio.

“Oh my God, this is my song,” Jungwoo says from beside him, and he rolls his eyes.

Karaoke ensues, and all remaining peace is lost. Jungwoo is the loudest participant, the liveliest too, wiggling around in his seat, arms flailing while he sings into his imaginary microphone.

Doyoung doesn’t know how much more he can take of Jungwoo’s elbow jabbing into his side. His hand reaches out to get his attention, to calm him down, but it almost digs into his sockets and claws out his eyes. He stops before it can, his attention drawn to his hand and thrumming skull.

Jungwoo stares at him with a bemused smile.

He is home, at last. Doyoung finally sits down in one place and stays put. It just so happens to be in Jaehyun’s room. Despite it all, Doyoung is not ready to be in his own company. For hours, with exceptions, it has been quiet. So wondrously quiet. His mind is still, and if he is as well, maybe it will stay that way.

The afternoon is spent through playful banter between Jaehyun, Johnny, Mark, and Donghyuck. Doyoung observes, genuinely glad to be here and not with Taeyong, who whisked Taeil away for another shopping trip. They’re talking about the latest Spiderman movie, which Doyoung has yet to see, so he doesn’t understand all the references and potential spoilers. The jokes they crack about the characters fly over his head, but he smiles, engaged as much as he can.

“How was filming, Mark? Did you do your own stunts?”

“Wha—Oh!” Mark’s signature laugh fills the room as he claps his hands and rolls on the floor below Doyoung.

He winces at the abrupt change in volume, and suddenly his skull is pounding again. Doyoung glowers at Mark and watches him wiggle and squirm like an electrocuted worm. With all this movement and noise for a joke that isn’t even that funny, Doyoung wants to stomp on Mark’s rib cage until it crushes from sheer force because maybe that’ll shut him up.

He very narrowly misses doing that, though. Because he doesn’t want to hurt Mark. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

Doyoung stands up and mumbles something about getting a glass of water. He leaves so quickly that he misses the confused stares thrown his way.

He splashes cold water on his face, hoping it will bring him back to reality. He drinks a cup of it, too, because dehydration can also cause delirium. Doyoung guesses he had not successfully tuned Taeyong out.

Doyoung sits down on the living room sofa and heaves a sigh. He rests his head in his hands, squeezing out the excess water from the stray strands of his hair. He is alone, something he dreaded only hours earlier. But now, his mind is quiet—no, silent.

It is so beautiful, he could cry. Doyoung feels tears prick his eyes, and he laughs breathlessly, overjoyed and drained all at once.

“Why’d you leave?”

Donghyuck enters the living room and glances at Doyoung curiously. “Did you get bored of hearing them talk about Spiderman?” He asks as he walks over. He takes a seat beside Doyoung and sighs. “I know I did. I haven’t seen the movie, either.”

Doyoung says nothing.

A sudden burst of energy fills Donghyuck, and he smiles. “Maybe we can watch it together!” He suggests and engulfs Doyoung in a big hug. “Just you and me.”

It’s just innocent cuddling. Doyoung knows this. But the ringing screams at him. It rips his brain to shreds, shatters his skull, stabs his eyes with a thousand needles. He is numb to any other feeling. He has to make it stop. He needs to make it stop. He must make it stop.

Doyoung doesn’t feel his hands wrap around Donghyuck’s neck.

He doesn’t feel his fingers strain against his skin.

He doesn’t feel Donghyuck’s nails claw at his wrists.

He doesn’t feel Donghyuck kicking his legs to free himself.

He doesn’t feel him crushing his lungs.

He doesn’t see the life leave Donghyuck’s eyes.

Doyoung doesn’t even see them roll back into his skull.

He lets go. It does not move.

It is over. Relief washes over him. The silence returns. It is beautiful.

Doyoung looks over at his phone. Taeyong is calling. He pushes a limp leg aside and presses ‘answer’.

Taeyong asks him something. He repeats the question over and over until he begins to wonder if Doyoung is there at all.

Doyoung cannot hear.

The ringing is too loud.

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stardustandtwilight · 5 months

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This is based off this Rosamund Pike video and features my OC Sarah. This is an AU where the canon book events don't happen and I'm modifying how pregnancy with a vampire-human hybrid works.

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Summer 2005

Sarah was convinced that God was making fun of her. That really was the only explanation for the way her life had turned out. Her little sister Sami had gotten leukemia as a kid and she had been a perfect match for a bone marrow transplant, which had led her down a path to studying the pathology of blood disorders as an adult. Then she became infatuated with a man who turned out to be a vampire – which should have scared her more than it did in the beginning, really what the hell was wrong with her – and now she was carrying his half-vampire baby. And if that wasn’t enough, a big side effect of vampire pregnancy was violent dreams about drinking blood, courtesy of intense blood cravings.

Yes. God was definitely making fun of her.

But at least for now, the blood cravings were in check. What she craved now was something decidedly more normal – pineapple. Fresh pineapple from the whole fruit, not the canned variety. Esme had gone to the grocery store to get some for her and she was currently distracting herself from the craving by playing Pokémon on Emmett’s old Game Boy Color. She’d gone from being very busy with her fellowship to having a lot of time on her hands. She’d tried various hobbies and the Cullens weren’t lacking in options, but Pokémon and other video games ended up being the one that absorbed her the most and kept the anxiety at bay.

There was no shortage of things to be anxious about – the fact that she couldn’t go out in public on the off chance someone recognized her as a missing person, whether Mark would eventually find her, what her family was doing, whether she’d even live through the delivery…

Everything was proceeding as normally as possible for twenty-four weeks and Carlisle was hopeful about the plan when the time came, but Sarah could not stop the intrusive thought.

Before she could ruminate further on it, Esme returned carrying grocery bags. Sarah hastily saved her game and turned it off. Her eyes zeroed in on the bag that had the distinctive pineapple leaves sticking out. “You are a lifesaver, Esme.”

In the kitchen, Esme got out a knife and cutting board, but Sarah shook her head. “My brother Shawn had a way to open a pineapple without using a knife and I want to try it.”

Esme raised her eyebrows. “Oh, well, this I have to see.”

Sarah sat on a stool at the island and held up the pineapple. “He could get out the base here and then he’d pull off the segments.” She pressed her thumb to start digging out the base and found there was barely any give and it made her thumbnail hurt.

Esme watched her struggle for a moment. “Do you need help?”

“No, no, I got this,” Sarah said. “I think.” Finally, she felt some give and she saw yellow. “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.”

“Where did Shawn learn this trick?” Esme asked.

“College.”

“That explains a lot.”

Sarah continued working on loosening the base and remembered what Shawn called it. “I’m trying very hard not to call this a butt plug.” At Esme’s incredulous face, she added, “That’s what Shawn called it. It made my mom smack him on the back of his head. But in his defense, it’s at the base of the fruit and it’s basically like a plug.”

“I have a feeling that Shawn and Emmett would get along well,” Esme said.

“Honestly, yeah, they would.” She almost had the whole thing separated and juice was dripping down her wrist. That was not helping with not making more dirty jokes. “Although if Shawn were here, he’d probably just be one more person to irritate Edward.”

“Why is that?”

“Besides his mind living in the gutter, he also has a know-it-all tendency that would clash with Edward’s.”

“Ah.”

With a last crack, the pineapple base came loose. “Yes!” Sarah tossed it on the counter. “Now to break off these segments into chunks.” It was considerably easier to break them off than digging out the base. She held one up in triumph. “Look at that!”

Esme just laughed.

Sarah ate the chunk and it was like she’d never had a better pineapple. She broke off another, a deep sense of satisfaction kicking in. “Is this what it feels like to hunt down your food?”

“Something like that, yes.”

“I went to a lot of effort for this, so I better not be puking pineapple later. Do you hear me, peanut?” Sarah said, poking her baby bump. She got a light kick in response which she took as agreement. “Good girl.” Another side effect was a nasty case of hyperemesis gravidarum and she had joked to Carlisle that it made her feel like the patron saint of emesis. At least that had calmed down since she began to drink blood, but it still flared up. But as Sarah kept eating her fill, there was no sign of impending nausea.

“That sounded like a mom voice,” Esme said.

Sarah sighed. ��Gotta practice it, right?”

The front door opened then and Carlisle’s voice called out a greeting.

“We’re in here!” Esme called. Carlisle appeared a second later, still dressed in his lab coat. Sarah waved at him with the pineapple as Esme asked him how work was.

“About the usual.” He eyed pineapple. “It looks like you two have been busy.”

“Yep. Here.” Esme handed Carlisle the pineapple base and Sarah could barely hold back a laugh.

Carlisle shot Sarah a wary look. “Er…thanks?”

“It’s a pineapple butt plug,” Esme said and she and Sarah dissolved further into a laughing fit.

Carlisle blinked. “Clearly I missed a lot.”

#twilightadvent23 #twilight #my fanfic #oc: sarah

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invaderdoom78 · 2 years

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Idk if you're taking requests but I really loved your Murdock one and wanted to request one, where Murdock's S/O has an ex that's a really bad person(do whatever you want). Like they meet in public and Y/N is uncomfy but playing it off, Murdock picks up on it?

Sorry if that doesn't make sense but also keep up the good work!

I’m so sorry this took so long to finish!

You and Murdock had gone out shopping for your weekly groceries, you hanging around the produce while Murdock had stepped away to look at the wine. You weren’t paying attention to what was happening around you, too preoccupied with looking over bananas trying to decide if you wanted to try and make banana bread or not, so when you felt someone standing close to you, you just assumed it was your boyfriend, that was until the person spoke and you felt your blood running cold.

“Hey there, Y/N,” Your Ex said “it’s been a while hasn’t it?”

“What do you want?” You asked trying to keep your voice steady as you put the food you were holding into the cart

“What, can’t I stop and say hi?”

“No,” You said trying to push past him, only to have him grab your cart to keep you from moving it “please just go away”

“Sweetheart,” Murdock called out as he walked over to you, carrying your favorite bottle of wine “do we need a new corkscrew?”

“No,” You said as he placed the bottle into the cart “I just got us a new one last time I went shopping”

“Who’s this?” Murdock asked, eyeing your ex through his sunglasses

“No one” You said, Murdock wrapping an arm around your shoulder “I think we have everything”

“Alright” Murdock said, keeping his eyes on your ex for as long as he could without having to turn his head

Even though your ex was no longer within either of your eyesights Murdock had taught himself to be 100% aware of his surroundings at all times so he knew your ex was following you through the store and that he was watching both of you as you walked out to the car. The ride home was quiet neither one of you speaking to the other; you not wanting to talk about what had happened between you and your ex while Murdock had gotten enough information just from how you were behaving around him.

The next few days were normal, Murdock assuming that the interaction with your ex was a one and done thing, that was until he took the trash out one night and he saw that someone had been messing with the lock on your back door. The scratches weren’t bad so he thought that maybe whoever tried to break in may have just been drunk and mistaken your house for theirs, but he still made sure to look up and down the street to check for cars when he took the bags to the trash can. Since you didn’t have many neighbors any car on the street would stick out like a sore thumb as everyone either parked in their driveway or garage. He didn’t see anyone so he went around to the front of the house to check on the main door, which also had marks on it so he knew that this couldn’t have been anything other than someone trying to break in.

Going back inside, Murdock gave you a kiss on the temple as he passed you on his way to the attic to look for anything useful. All he was able to find was a pair of old video cameras that were small enough for him to be able to easily hide by the front and back doors. When he was certain that the camera’s were well hidden and working he joined you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you so he could pull you into his side. He wasn’t worried about someone successfully breaking into the house as he’d bought top of the line locks, security chains, and he even got custom made bug screens for the first floor, that was made of a much thicker metal than normal, but he did keep you in the dark about it.

Literally that night he got video of your ex trying to break into the house and he instantly felt his blood boil; wanting nothing more than to go out and find the bastard to put an end to him, but he stayed patient waiting to see if a pattern would emerge. There was none as he tried to find a way to break into your house every night, the only thing that changed was the time. Now that he was sure that he had enough information Murdock put a plan together. He made sure to spend the entire day with you at home, making you breakfast in bed, having a movie marathon with you in the living room, and helping you make dinner before ending the night with a candlelit bubble bath. The two of you relaxed in the tub together sharing a glass of wine, slipping a crushed up sleeping pill into yours.

It took a bit but eventually the pill started taking effect and he helped you get out of the tub before getting you to bed; tucking you under the covers before getting to work setting up his trap. He went downstairs to make sure the chain had been left unlatched from the front door and that the house was pitch black before waiting in the living room. It took a few hours but eventually he heard commotion by the back door followed by cursing and the sound of stomping going around the house to the front door, the lock clicking open.

“Finally,” Your ex grumbled letting himself in

As quietly as he could Murdock got to his feet, creeping up behind your ex as he looked around the darkness in search of the steps.

“Goddammit where are they?”

“I wouldn’t worry about them” Murdock said, pressing his gun into your ex’s back “let’s go for a walk”

“What’re you gonna do,” Your ex chuckled, as they started walking “kill me?

“I am and I can promise you that I won’t make it quick”

“Oh” Your ex said as the reality of what was happening slowly dawned on him

“Open the door” Murdock said once they got to the basement door, not even waiting for it to be fully opened before he kicked your ex down the steps

“Murdock?” You asked, standing at the top of the staircase. He had only given you half a pill so the sound of a body falling down the steps was enough to rouse you from your sleep, though you were still very groggy “where are you?”

“I’ll be up in a second, sweetheart” Murdock called out, clicking the padlock he’d installed on the basement door shut

There was absolutely no way out of the basement once the door was locked shut and from the sound of the tumble he’d just taken he probably wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. Stopping by the kitchen sink he got himself a glass of water before going to join you back in bed.

“Where’d you go?” You asked once Murdock was laying in bed with you

“Just needed a drink” Murdock said as you rested your head on his chest

“What was that noise then?” You asked, snuggling into him

“I tripped over the coffee table” Murdock sighed

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep” Murdock said, kissing the top of your head

#markiplier #markipler egos #a murder with markiplier #murderiplier x reader #murderiplier x y/n #murdock x reader #murdock x y/n

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melloween-candie · 11 months

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Outlaw [P.1]

Vi x Fem Reader

Summary

What would you do if you had a chance to be in their world?… Y/n had just finished watching Arcane for the 5th time, and she couldn't help but cry all over again. Seeing her favorite characters fighting and torturing each other was just too painful for her. All she ever wanted was for Jinx to go back to being who she was and to stop Silco. She wanted to see Claggor and Vander live on, including Mylo! And most importantly, you wanted to save Vi and change Zaun for the better. So, what did God do? Hit you with a car and put you in the show :)

A/n - I published this story on my Wattpad before, but I never finished it. I really loved Arcane and this concept that I came up with, so I made a promise to myself that I WILL finish it at some point!

And That's what I plan on doing! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

Warning! Spoilers, Mention of a car crash

[GxG/Fanfic]

Word count: 558

Arcane Masterlist (Coming soon)

Random Masterlist

Fandom Masterlists

/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

It is currently 9:28 pm. Y/n is sitting on her bed, rewatching her favorite show for the 5th time on her computer.

***Y/n's Pov***

-9:28 pm/bedroom-

No matter how many times I rewatch this show, I will never get over the fact that it ended like this! Leaving me wanting more!!!!

You lay on your bed sideways as the credits rolled in, ending the last episode of Arcane. You turned off your browser, leaving your computer at the homepage screen where you can see your beautiful wallpaper of Vi and the gang.

You started making circular motions with your index finger, touching your computer screen, circling Vi's face.

"If only I were in your world... with you and Powder... I would change things for the better." You mumbled, "Why can't life be like that? Why can't this be real?"

You sighed as you got up, getting ready for your night shift at your dead-end job.

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

You were currently behind a counter scanning food for a customer. 12:06 am... Only 3 hours left till you can leave.

***Y/n's Pov***

-12:06 am/Foodies' Groceries-

"And your total is... 52.50"

The customer handed you 55.00, and you did your job. Taking the money and giving them their change.

"Have a good night, sir." You said tiredly.

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

You were getting ready to leave as your coworker was getting ready for his shift.

Your coworker was also a fellow Arcane fan.

***Y/n's Pov***

-3:08 am/Foodies' employees only room-

"Hey, are we still up for L.O.L tomorrow night?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. Totally! But anyways, talk to you later."

"Have a safe night."

"You too!" You said as you left the grocery store.

***Narrator's Pov***

You opened the door and started walking home. Your car was currently under repairs as it got hit by a tree two weeks ago. The cause was simple. You had a bad day, so you got a few drinks and got distracted. At least that deer was ok.

***Y/n's Pov***

-3:15 am/Foodies' parking lot-

God, this sucks! It's late, freezing, and dark. My car is totaled, and my license's revoked. I'm tired, and I can't even call a cab. What's worst is that college midterms are coming up soon...

"UGH... sigh..."

You stopped at a long crosswalk. Looking both ways before you cross.

I wonder if it's too late for me to go back and ask Finny-

You turned to your right to see a blinding light coming your way...

BANG!

***Narrator's Pov***

After that, you were flying across the road. Pain erupted from your body as you lay on the cold road. Blood pouring out of your body.

***Y/n's Pov***

-3:30 am/In the middle of the road-

Why is it so cold... What happened?

You saw your life flash before your eyes...

This can't be it... It can't be... season two of Arcane hasn't even came out yet...

A glowing man came out of the car that was in front of you...

"God?" You mumbled softly.

The glowing figure approached you quickly as your eyes continued to blur. The man seemed to be saying something, but you couldn't make out what he said. As your eyes slowly closed.

A/n - Honestly, I wasn't planning on posting this until I had a lot of fanfics for all the Gallagher family members in the shameless masterlist, however, that was taking longer than I planned. Also, I just wanted to post something.

Hope yall like it! I already have part 2 done I'm just not posting it until I get a good amount of fics for Shameless. So consider this a sneak peek lol. 🤭🫣

ALSO, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! 🥳🎉(6/6/23)

(Sorry if it was cringe... lol I made this when I was like 13 😂😅)

#arcane #vi x reader #vi arcane #caitlyn arcane #fanfiction #fanfic #arcane university #arcane fanfic #modern reader #league of legends #violet x reader #violet arcane #lesbian pride

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loving-barnes · 2 years

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Vendetta - Hydra’s assassin (9)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: language, alcohol, hurt, blood, mentions of violence

Autor’s note: This one is shorter but you will finally learn something new. It’s slowly getting interesting.

Viewer discretion is advised. This story is for readers 18+!

Word count: 3500+

Chapter eight

Vendetta Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Hydra’s assassin (9)

Tons of beautiful, expensive houses and apartments were on the market. New York brought many opportunities for a living – if people had the money. And Y/N had the money. So far, she had saved at least five houses and seven apartments in Queens she was interested in. She wasn’t stopping. Even though they all got her attention, she wanted more – something that would scream Y/N, the boss or I have the money, give me the damn house.

“Hey,” Yelena stepped into the bedroom, already back from the grocery shopping. “What are you doing?” she came closer, hopping into the bed next to her and peeking into her phone.

“I have been looking for a new place to live in,” Y/N smiled. “I have found some great ones that I must show you. Although, I have no idea what I want. A house is great if you have a big family or you plan to murder people every weekend. An apartment is more suited for a young spirit who wants to live like wealthy people on Instagram do. The downfall is that you cannot torture traitors there because the neighbours would be complaining.”

“Tough decision,” said Yelena. “Look, I have an apartment and I spend most of my time either with you or here. It’s been days since I stayed there for a night.” Yelena rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder and covered her whole body with a duvet.

“Mm,” Y/N sighed, still searching for the best place to live in. “Or should I just renovate? Look, the house has everything that I need – a gym, an office, several bedrooms, a big dining room. I can store guns and cars there. Everything just screams of my father and my brother. I need to breathe. The house is suffocating me.”

“How much would the renovation cost?”

“I don’t give a fuck. The money is the last thing I worry about. Also, the basement is haunting and I love it,” Y/N chuckled. She locked the screen of her phone and threw it on the nightstand. “Maybe I should renovate. And in the meantime, I would rent a nice place. Nothing too big – more like two bedrooms, a homely living room and kitchen. It would have a nice view.”

“You are dreaming like I was when I was a teenager. The difference is, you can make it a reality now,” said Yelena, smiling. “Hey, can I ask you something? And please, be honest with me.”

“Sure, anything, ask away.”

“Uh,” Yelena sat up, turning more towards Y/N. “What do you think of Barnes?”

Y/N was surprised by the question and snorted. “What do you mean? I think he’s a jerk, that’s all.”

“So you really don’t have a tiny crush on him?” Yelena kinked a brow. “Let me explain – I have never seen you act towards a man as you do to him. The way you have been dressing up; the confidence and the way you talk to him, really makes me believe that there is something inside you and you are trying to figure out what it is.”

Y/N thought about it. “Well,” she tried to find the right words. “I don’t know. I can’t define it.”

“You’ve told me you’ve been spying on him since you came back from the military. You told me you would ask for information about him and his family when we were still in the military. If you hated him that much, you wouldn’t do any of it.”

“I did it to know what was happening,” it sounded like a growl. “I needed to know how everyone behaves when everything went to deep shit. I must admit, I focused on him more. He’s three years older than me and our parents used to be close. Now, I am trying to show him how much I’ve changed; how much better I’ve become. I’m doing it to make him go crazy.”

“For you,” Yelena interfered.

“Yes- No!” Y/N shook her head. “Yelena, don’t make me define this thing. I want him to know I am not the ugly duckling, a mafia daughter who no one took seriously. And here we fucking are,” she sighed and quickly jumped up from the bed on her feet. “Also, men are fucking pigs and they all need to be sterilized.”

Men did nothing more than hurt her throughout her entire life. She wasn’t capable of letting anyone in and love. Yelena knew she deserved someone good; someone who would take care of her and love her. She deserved to experience true love.

Y/N went into the living room and sat down on the couch. She didn’t have the chance to turn on the TV when Yelena approached her and hugged her tightly. “You know,” she whispered into her ear, “you deserve someone. I want you to be happy.”

“Lenka-“

“No, seriously, Y/N,” Yelena sighed sadly. “I will be here to guide you through everything and protect you at all costs. Just, please, don’t close the door to finding someone. I know we act all tough and we seem to mean to the world. It is our job. But even your mum found the love of her life. You told me about their love before she died, and it sounded beautiful.”

Y/N leaned back a little and brushed a blonde strand of Yelena’s hair behind her ear. “I’m not closing the door on love. I just don’t feel I am ready to explore that. If this information will make you happy then be it – Barnes is really sexy. He is an attractive man, I must admit.”

“Yay,” Yelena clapped her hands. “I knew there was something in you,” and she laughed.

Out of nowhere, her eyes filled with tears, and she lowered her head, shaking it. “I- Uh,” she couldn’t express herself.

“What?” Yelena gently stroked her back. “Come on, talk to me. I won’t judge.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Y/N sniffled. “Remember when I told you I used to have a crush on him?” When her friend nodded, she continued. “I was in love with him. I was in love with him for a very long time… until what happened while I was in the military,” she huffed.

“Y/N,” Yelena sighed and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Oh shit,” she kissed the top of her head.

Wiping off the tears. Y/N looked at Yelena and put on a fake smile. “Alright, the moment is over. Now, we have to be tough and deadly,” Y/N punched her shoulder in a friendly manner and finally turned on the TV.

Y/N’s phone ran in the middle of a TV show they were watching. Seeing it was Ace who was calling, she picked up the call and put it on speaker. “Hi, what’s up? Do you have any news about the massacre that happened last night? By the way, Yelena’s here with me.”

“The bullet that was found in one of the bodies was the same that we found in Danny’s body. Same type, same gun,” said Ace. “The possibility of the same shooter is high.”

Yelena shook her head. “I bet your ass if they describe the man to me or Wade, we will discover that it was indeed the same shooter. He had a mask on and wore tactical gear. The end. We have fucking nothing.”

“I need to talk to you about your father, boss,” Ace changed the topic. “I need to know details about his funeral.”

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to deal with it now. Obviously, Ace had other plans. “Honestly, I don’t give a shit. Just, let’s make a traditional funeral – nothing too special and prestige because that old fuck doesn’t deserve the attention. You know what? This is what I want: I want him to stay in that icebox for two more weeks. Let him suffer after death. Also, I think an autopsy would be a nice way to get more information about the poison running inside his body. Or better, fuck it, I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“As you wish, boss,” said Ace from the other side of the line. “Anything else?”

“No, that would be all. If you’ll find any more information about Hydra or last night’s attack, let us know. We’re having a meeting with the Wolves tonight.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Yelena opened the door to the apartment when she heard knocking. Barnes, Rogers, and Wilson were standing there, all dressed up casually. It was weird seeing them in simple jeans and basic t-shirts. Both Steve and Sam were holding Chinese take-outs that smelt deliciously. Bucky was holding two bottles of fancy red wine.

“Password,” Yelena said with a stoic face. She sounded serious.

The men looked at each other, confused. “Uh, we brought Chinese?” Sam was the first one to speak, waving with the plastic bag.

Yelena laughed at him and let the men in, making them take off their shoes. Y/N was sitting on the couch, drinking tea, and watching the men coming inside one by one. Her heart started to beat fast when her eyes landed on Barnes. She kept thinking back to when she was in love with him. Back in the day, it brought her nothing but pain and disappointment.

For a mere second, she appeared in her house, hiding behind a wall while sneaking on Bucky and Danny chatting in the living room while their fathers had a meeting. She kept looking at the Barnes boy as if he was some miracle that appeared there all of a sudden. She remembered vividly how her heart pounded in her chest, wanting to jump out and run toward him.

“Hey,” Bucky greeted her and brought her back to the present day. “How are you feeling?” He put the bottles on the coffee table.

“Good,” she said neutrally and watched him as he sat down on the old armchair.

Sam and Yelena served the take-out, giving everyone what they ordered. Steve handed Y/N her sweet and sour chicken and noodles and she thanked him. When she looked at what Bucky had, she was surprised – he ordered the very same. She raised a brow. Why did he have to order her favourite food? Did he know that?

Sam helped with wine glasses and opened the first bottle, pouring the drinks equally.

Yelena took a seat on a barstool she dragged closer to the couch and sat on it. When she opened her order, she squealed with happiness. “My favourite,” she said to herself and dug into the food.

Sam and Steve took a seat next to Y/N on the couch with their food.

“Oh, you both have the same thing?” Yelena pointed at Y/N and Bucky’s food.

“It’s my favourite,” they said at the same time and looked at each other. Sam laughed under his nose and Steve grinned at his boss.

As they were eating their dinner, the discussion had started. “I got a word from Stark that neither of his men was present last night,” said Bucky. “They were dealing with dodgers and had a big hunt on them in Manhattan. He promised he wouldn’t try to break trust with any of us. Natasha has been looking into it too.”

“It was Hydra,” Steve continued. “All the leads we have so far are pointing to none other than Hydra. Pierce has a big plan, and he is sticking to it no matter what.”

“If only we were able to find out what his next move will be,” said Sam, taking a big bite of pork.

Yelena took a sip of the wine, humming in pleasure. “It must be Hydra. The bullets that we found are the same – 7,62 GPMG from a British Rifle. The same gun means the same shooter who loves this type of a gun.”

“In other words, we have someone, who is doing the dirty work for Hydra. Either that person has been doing it for money and is an independent hitman or is working directly with them. Still, that person is against us and wants to break us apart,” Y/N continued as she kept her eyes focused on the food.

“Overall, we don’t have that much information about him,” Yelena added.

Y/N reached for her glass of wine when she noticed Bucky eyed the scar on her shoulder. She forgot to put on a sweatshirt before they arrived. She felt exposed. Their eyes locked for a split second and then he averted his gaze away.

“Such good food,” Yelena moaned as she finished it. “I don’t know from which restaurant you got the food, but it was delicious,” she still had her mouth full. “Thank you, Wolves. It was amazing.” She kicked the rest of the wine down her throat.

Y/N’s phone started to vibrate on the coffee table next to her glass. Wade’s name appeared on the screen. She picked up the phone but was immediately horrified when she heard the broken moans and whines coming from his mouth. “Wade?”

Wade: Where are you? Tell me you are somewhere safe.

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she looked at Yelena. “We are at Yelena’s old place. What happened? Where are you? Are you hurt?”

Wade: Shit, I’ll be there in twenty. Fucking Hydra and their fucking puppet. We have five more men down. I’ll tell you the details later.

“What happened?” Yelena asked when the call ended. “Is he alright?”

Y/N shrugged. “Do we have enough materials to patch him up?”

“Yeah, I bought more not long ago, after you were shot by the dog,” she pointed her finger at Bucky.

Y/N stood up from the couch and moved into the kitchen, putting her unfinished food into the fridge and taking out a bottle of vodka that they kept as disinfection. Yelena was already preparing tampons, bandages and a first aid kit. From the kitchen, she noticed that Steve and Sam were already on the phone, making calls to check if their men weren’t harmed.

Bucky approached her in the kitchen. He gently grabbed her by the forearm and turned her to face him. He took a better look at the scar that was still red. It wasn’t big but he was the one who caused it. “I just want to apologize-“

“Don’t,” she shook her head, not being able to look at him. “It happened and there is nothing you can do.”

“I know,” he hummed. “What can we do to help now?”

“It depends on how bad Wade will be injured. From the sound of it, he got hurt bad,” she huffed and stroked her forehead. “Things are quickly going into shit way too quickly and I don’t like it. My father died and suddenly, both our men were attacked. Now Wade and some of my men,” she started to growl like a dog. “Fuck!” she smashed her hands against the kitchen counter in frustration.

“Our side is clear,” Sam informed Bucky when he ended the call. “No attacks; nothing suspicious is happening.”

Yelena kept watching through the window on the street, waiting for Wade to appear from somewhere. The living room was prepared for his arrival. The food was either eaten or in the fridge. They kept the wine glasses on the kitchen counter.

“I see him!” Yelena screams when Wade came out of a car, stumbling into the building. They quickly opened the front door and went into the old elevator to wait there for him. When the door opened and they saw him, both women gasped.

They grabbed him under his arms and helped him walk into the apartment where the Wolves helped them put him on the couch. There was dried blood on his shirt and leather jacket, as well as some bruises on his face. Y/N took off his jacket and Yelena got rid of the white t-shirt he wore. “In another scenario, it would be fucking sexy – you two, undressing me.”

Y/N eyes landed on a bloody wound on his side. “Shut the fuck up or I will press my thumb into the wound,” she threatened him.

“Enjoying the show, boys?” Wade looked at them. “You can only dream about this,” and he laughed as well as hissed in pain. “Shit, it hurts like a bitch.”

The Wolves were standing around them, watching as they kept patching the man up. Yelena handed Y/N the vodka and she poured the liquid straight into the wound, making him scream in pain.

“What’s the matter, Wade?” Y/N asked. “I thought pain only brought you pleasure.”

“Very funny, bitch,” he hissed. “Why is everything so blue? Why are you all blue?” he kept shifting his gaze from one person to another. His face got paler by the second.

“He’s about to pass out,” Yelena warned them. “Barnes, there is a wardrobe in the bedroom and you’ll find some men’s clothes there. Bring them. Wilson, bring a towel from the bathroom. Make it wet and cold.” Before she could finish the sentence, Wade went unconscious.

“Great,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

Both women tried to get rid of his bloody clothes while Sam went into the bathroom and Bucky headed into the bedroom as ordered. It was a cosy room with a big messy bed and a massive wardrobe. There was a small window next to the bed. Right under it was a nightstand with an old lamp. His eyes found a chest of drawers with make-up on it and a photo. The curiosity got the best of him and he stepped closer to the drawer and reached for the photo.

He knew who was in the picture. Yelena and Y/N were standing next to each other, dressed in formal military uniforms. Both were smiling, standing there proudly. His thumb subconsciously brushed Y/N’s face. With a sigh, he put the photo back where it was and moved to the wardrobe where he searched for some clothes. When he found them, he brought them back into the living room. Wade was already back in the present and sitting in his underwear and socks.

Bucky threw the clothes and took a seat on a barstool. Y/N went to the counter, grabbed her wine and took a seat next to him while Wade put on some clean clothes. “He’ll be fine,” she said to him. “It might be hurting for a few days but he’ll manage.”

Yelena sat down next to Wade. “What the hell happened today?”

“We were having a beautiful day on the east border, dealing with some shit in our warehouses,” he started to talk. “Because ladies know what is in those warehouses, I will skip the working park and get straight to the point,” he smirked at Steve who was standing right opposite him. “A grenade was thrown into one of our containers. The explosion made a distraction. As we went to check on it with some of our boys, gunfire started. I was expecting to see many Hydra men, but there was a single guy, shooting at us.”

“One guy against you all?” Yelena questioned.

“I was surprised too, you know?” Wade frowned at her. “He was dressed as fucking Winter Soldier – all mysterious and scary with tons of guns around him. He wore a mask that covered his whole face. He looked like a fucking alien.”

“Do you know anything that we don’t?” Yelena was asking him questions while the rest of the people kept silent, listening to the conversation.

“One of our men knew him,” said Wade with a serious tone. His eyes were down on the coffee table where bloody bandages and a bottle of vodka were. This piece of information made them listen carefully. Y/N and Bucky even leaned closer. “This guy has been working for Hydra for years now. He’s a psychopath, a hitman and can kill a man even with a spoon.”

“What the fuck?” Sam whispered.

“They call him Killmonger – Hydra’s greatest asset.”

The wine glass Y/N was holding fell down onto the floor, shattering into several pieces. The liquid splashed all over the floor. Her breath got stuck in her throat as she started to shake. She expected everything but not this.

Yelena quickly got up from the couch and walked to her, avoiding the glass and the liquid. “Y/N,” she whispered her name carefully.

“Do you know that guy?” Sam asked with a deeper voice.

“I-“ she couldn’t say a word. It all kept coming back, hitting her like a train. All the pain, all the memories were suddenly in front of her eyes and she couldn’t bring herself to come back to reality.

“Y/N?” Yelena’s hands brushed over her face. “Breathe.”

“This must stop,” she breathed. “This must fucking stop. I- I have to go.” Without thinking, she got off the stool, feet smashing against the glass and wine. But she didn’t care. The glass penetrated her skin and her socks were covered in red wine and blood.

They all kept shouting her name, trying to call her back. Bucky managed to brush his hand against her forearm and yet couldn’t bring her to stop. Y/N ran away in loose clothes and socks, not bothering to put on shoes.

Chapter ten

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Save Yourself - Chapter 17

You Do Yours, and I'll Do mine

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A new chapter my loves! Life’s been crazy and I’ve watched so many new movies/shows and my brain hasn’t let me circle back to this until the last few weeks! Thank you to everyone who’s been reading and waiting for the next chapters! I can’t wait to delve into this more 💙

Series Summary: "I promise.” Those two words would trap you in a life you never wanted. You are an artist, a hunter, a Winchester. And yet the pain in Dean’s eyes as demanded you live the life he wants you live, you couldn’t say no. You met the Winchesters by chance, found out they were real people. And you figured it was a once in a life time thing, but then Dean called you, and so did a new job. Both leading to the life you wanted, a family that didn’t begin or end in blood and a once in a life time love. And he said leave it, and him behind. Forget. But you can’t. Chapter Summary:

You know Jack’s not a baby, or even your kid, but you could sit and watch him discover the world forever. The questions he asks, the way he absorbs everything like a sponge, discover things he likes and dislikes. Dean on the other hand is waiting for him to turn into his dad, most kids do eventually right? In what could be the biggest fight you two will ever have, will you both let go of the life you’ve both fought so hard to keep?

“Hey you busy?” You smile at Jack from the doorway. He peels his eyes away from the laptop and shakes his head.

“Let’s go.” You nod your head for him to follow. “We’ll be back Sammy.” You yell as you hand Jack his jacket and throw on your own.

“Ok!” He yells back. “Wait, we?” He pokes his head out of his room.

“Me and Jack. Grocery run.” You shrug. It’s not a big deal, what could happen at the grocery store?

“I don’t know about this…” Sam sighs.

“Sammy, how can we tell him who or what to fight for if he doesn’t experience things for himself?” You wrap your arms around his waist and give him the best sad eyes you can muster.

“You’re supposed to only use that face on Dean.” Sam grumbles as he hugs you back.

“We’ll be back in a couple of hours.” You smile.

_______

“How long have you been married to Dean?” Jack asks as you grab things off the shelf and throw them into the basket.

“Ugh… two years.” Woah…

“If two people are married, does that mean they love each other?” He frowns, like every question he’s asked since you both got into the car. Like he’s truly trying to under the complexity that comes with being human.

“Not always. Some people marry for money, some for love, far too many for sex.”

“But you married for love?” He guesses. He’s been trying to wrap his head around how you could be you, and Dean can be Dean, and how you two are married.

“I did.” You smile. “I know Dean hasn’t been very welcoming, but his childhood, hell, his life hasn’t been easy. He carries the same sadness you do. He and Sam lost their mom when Sam was just a baby.” You sigh, stopping to make Jack look at you. “His trauma does not excuse his behavior. I just want you to know that he’s not such a butthead all the time. Between his mom…”

“Getting pushed into another dimension?” Jack offers, taking your hand in his.

“That and Cas getting killed, we’re all a bit unsure of what will happen next.”

“He’s scared of losing you and Sam.” Jack concludes.

“Everyone’s scared of losing the people they love. I think Dean’s also scared of losing everything he’s fought his entire life to protect.”

“That’s why you love him, because he’s a hero.”

“One of many reasons.” You nod, holding up a box of Frosted Flakes as a suggestion for breakfast.

“Why is there a tiger on it?” Jack frowns.

“Tony the Tiger is a cereal icon, and you can’t live without trying these.” You toss them into the basket and keep moving down the aisle.

“Did Dean love Castiel?” Jack asks, holding up a box of Apple Jacks. You gesture for him to throw them in the basket.

“More than any of us could understand. Losing him… it’s like Dean lost part of himself.” Truth be told, you all lost a part of yourselves; Cas was supposed to be the one around forever.

“And you’re not sad that he feels that way about Castiel? Many women on tv shows are mad when their husbands love other people…”

“Remind me to block all the reality TV options on everything. But to answer your question: no. Dean was raised to be a soldier, to do as he was told and take nothing for himself. He had to be mom, dad and brother to Sammy before Sam could even talk. The fact that he has chosen to love everyone so deeply makes me happy beyond measure.”

Jack nods, and you can see all the thoughts churning in his head.

“What about the people he chooses not to love?” Jack whispers, his eyes glued to the floor. He was thankful that you and Sam had accepted him so quickly, that you both wanted to help him learn. But the things Dean said the other night swirl constantly around in his head.

“He’ll come around Jack. Once he realizes you’re like us, trying to help the world be better.”

“Can I tell you something? Something Dean said?” He looks up at you, his eyes filled with worry.

_______

“Dean?” Your voice travels down the hall, the small echo of your bare feet following it.

“In here!” Dean answers from the war table. He’s been scrounging for a case, anything he can give a good ol’ punch to the face and keep the kid away from him.

“Have a minute?” You ask, leaning against the doorway.

Sam and Dean share a look; your smile is sticky sweet, voice smooth as honey, which means one thing: you’re ready to shoot someone dead.

“Sure sweetheart.” Dean turns to you, giving you the cutest smile he can.

“Good. We’ll be back Sammy.” You grab your bag and slip on a pair of shoes. “Jack I’ll be back in a little bit!” You toss over your shoulder as you pass his room on the way to the garage.

“Is it me or was that-“ Dean frowns.

“I would hurry before she kills you in here. I don’t want to mop up your blood.” Sam rolls his eyes. Dean shoots him a glare and quickly grabs his stuff. When he steps into the garage you’re standing next to your car.

“You don’t want to take baby?” Dean motions to where she’s sitting pretty.

“No. Get in.” You slide into your little blue Subaru and start the engine.

She would never give up a chance to drive baby… or for me to drive. Dean thinks to himself. He slides into the passenger seat and buckles in, his mind racing through everything that’s happened in the last few weeks. He can’t pinpoint anything stupid that would make you this pissed, at least nothing you should know about.

You easily guide your car through the familiar streets until you turn onto a dirt road. The same dirt road that leads to the same lookout point where you two started your life together, and the one place where it feels like you two might fall apart.

“My turn to ask why we always end up here?” He jokes, turning to you. But you’re not laughing; in fact, you look like you’re hanging on by a thread. “Baby-”

“Did you tell Jack you would kill him?” You push through your teeth, your grip on the steering wheel tightens so much he can see your knuckles are white even in the dark.

Fuck. Dean rubs his hand over his face, taking a few deep breaths before he comes to the same conclusion he always does when you two are sitting here in the dead of night: might as well spill it all.

“I told him when the time came-“

“Are you fucking kidding me-“ you curse, hitting the steering wheel and getting out of the car. Dean jumps a little when you slam the door but doesn’t move, watching as you put your hands behind your head and start walking in a small circle. After a few minutes he gets out of the car and walks over to you.

“He’s the son of LUCIFER!” He bellows.

“I’m aware!” You shout back. “But you don’t tell anyone that when they eventually turn evil you’ll kill them!” You wave your arms around. “That only makes them believe they’re a monster!”

“He is!”

“He’s a CHILD, DEAN! A CHILD!” You poke him in the chest, even if you’d rather punch him in the nose.

“He’s the son of the devil. Remember everything Lucifer’s done to Sam? To you?” He watches you pace back and forth, he’s never seen you this pissed. He’s the one who gets pissed, who yells and throws daggers out of his eyes, not you.

“What was Lucifer born as, Dean?” You snap, giving him no time to think before answering “a FUCKING ARCHANGEL! An angel, Dean! Not born to be evil! He rebelled! And you know why? Because dad wouldn’t listen! It’s God’s way or to hell you go!”

“That is an extreme oversimplification.” Dean shoots back.

“My point is even Lucifer wasn’t born evil. He was shaped that way. We have to help Jack-“

“No, not you too. You and Sam think you can save him-“

“We could at least try! He’s literally days old! He doesn’t even know how to be human!” You slam your hand on the hood of the car. We just told the men of letters to go shove their ‘all monster are bad’ ideals up their ass and he’s acting like this. You take a big breath in and look up at Dean.

“I know he’s half Lucifer,” You say softly, reaching for him, “but he’s also half Kelly. Sweet, kind, faithful Kelly. That has to count for something.”

“Does it?” He asks after a moment of silence. He can’t believe you’re siding with the literal spawn of satan.

“Yes.” You shake your head in disbelief. “Dean, we’ve all been saved from something. Fuck, Sam literally drank demon blood, and you didn’t kill him.”

“Hey-That’s my little brother, it’s different than being the devil’s kid.” He grumbles. “Why are you so intent on this? Is this because we haven’t had a kid? I know we talked about having them but it’s just-”

“He’s the last thing we have of Cas.” You blurt, feeling the tears forming in your eyes.

“What?”

“Cas gave his life for Jack. He knew before Jack was born that he was meant to do good.” You plead, taking Dean’s jaw in your hand and making him look at you. “You spend five minutes with the kid and you’ll see how much he’s like Cas. Just a baby in a trench coat.”

“Cas is gone.” Dean states, his voice flat. You can see the wall he’s building inside, an addition to the moat he’s already built around himself.

“You’re not the only one who loved him. You’re not the only one who has to figure out how to let go of the one person who was supposed to outlive us all. The one who was supposed to be waiting for us on the other side.” Your words get lost in your throat as a few tears free fall down your face. “We owe it to Cas to at least try.”

Dean gently wipes away tears that now stream down your face, disappointed that he is once again the reason they’re there.

“I can’t.” He croaks, his own tears falling down his face.

_______

Sam hasn’t moved since you and Dean left. He’s read the same news page about a million times but he still can’t remember if it could be a case or not. The sound of his phone temporarily breaks his trance, his mouth automatically answering the question and dialing another hunter to put them on the case. The faint sound of the garage opening puts all his senses on alert and he pushes himself out of his chair. You barely have time to walk through the door before he wraps his arms around you.

“Where’s Jack?” You mumble into his chest.

“Still in his room.” Sam mumbles into your hair. He feels you squeeze him a little harder and let go. He reluctantly does the same, watching you as you throw your stuff into your room and head towards Jack’s.

Dean comes to stand next to his brother, not excited about the ear full he’ll get from him. He watches as you wipe your eyes on your sleeve, take a deep breath in and put a smile on your face as you open the door to Jack’s room. He can hear how happy you sound, and how Jack happily answers back. The door clicks shut and Dean lets the air in his lungs woosh out.

“You'll never believe this. I got a call from Missouri Moseley.” Sam frowns, not bothering to look at Dean as he walks back into the library.

“Wow. What's it been? Like, a decade?” Dean asks, taking a seat at the table next to him.

“More.”

“How is she?”

“Not great.” Sam sighs, rubbing his eyes. “She said she got out of the life for a while, but something happened, and she needed help with a case, so I put Jody on it.”

“Why would you do that?” Dean scolds.

“Because we need to stay here. We need to help Jack learn how to control his powers. Jody can handle this.” Sam waves him off.

“Yeah, maybe she can. Or maybe she ends up dead because you wanted to skip out on her to babysit the Antichrist.” Dean snaps at him. We still have a job to do, and it’s not babysitting dammit.

“Dean, we need him.” Sam tries to reason, although they’ve had this conversation so many times Sam’s not sure why he bothers.

“No, we don't. If you wanna stay here and Mr. Miyagi this kid, knock yourself out. I didn't sign up for that, so I'm gonna go to work.” He pushes himself out of his chair and stomps down the hall to find you.

“This is when Cas came to visit my parents. The dogs absolutely loved him.” You smile as you slide through pictures on your phone. You’re sitting next to Jack on the bed, a box full of printed photos in between the two of you as you try to find every photo of Cas. Dean quietly observes; is that what you would do with your future kids? Bring out old boxes of photos and share the stories behind them? Teach them how to be good and kind despite the Winchester blood running through them? He snaps himself out of the endless questions, gently knocking on the door frame.

“Headin’ out on a case.”

“Have fun.” You say, not looking at him.

“You want to join me? Think Sam can-”

“No.” You shrug, looking over Jack’s shoulder to see what picture he’s found.

“What?” Dean raises his brows. You were the one who was dying to hunt, and who’s been on every case with him for the last few weeks.

“Be right back.” You tell Jack, sliding off the bed and leading Dean to your bedroom.

“Told you, I want to help Jack.” You sigh as you close the door.

“Do you have a work project?” Can’t just be the kid. Maybe this is what-

“No. I want to stay and help Jack.” You say a little more forcefully this time. Dean’s looking at you like you’re insane.

“You haven’t had to go home for a while.” Dean comments. If you two are going to fight, might as well get it all out there.

“Changed jobs.” You shrug.

“What?” He demands.

“Remember a few weeks ago you said ‘me, you and the family business’?” You spread your arms wide and gesture at the bunker around you. “This is it. Full time baby.”

“We should have talked-”

“Like how we talked about what to do with Jack?” You scoff. You love Dean with every fiber of your being but damn that Winchester stubbornness.

“We agreed to slowly ease you into this. This is not slow (Y/N)!”

“When have either of us done anything slow? And even if we did, we literally couldn’t take things ANY slower! We’ve been married TWO YEARS. Two years I have been living two different lives and I’m tired.”

Dean rolls his eyes, you’re being stubborn and it’ll get you killed and he sometimes wishes he could lock you in a tower where you can paint and sew and bake and not hunt monsters.

“But that doesn’t matter right? Because Dean knows best.” You curl your tongue behind your teeth. “So go hunt the boogeyman, I’ll stay home, away from monsters and eagerly wait for you to return. That’s what you want, right?” You shoot him a glare and yank the door open, leaving a stunned Dean behind.

_______

A Week later

“So, he is adamant that this kid is going to turn to the dark side?” Emma shouts from her spot in the kitchen.

“Ya, but Sam and I think he can be good. Even a hero.” You say. You’ve known Emma before she was born; she’s the little sister of your best friend and their family is basically your second family. You needed space from the bunker, because even though Sam took Dean hunting, you can feel him everywhere. Headlights flash through the window, signaling Natalie managed to sneak away for the night.

“Does Dean not-” Emma starts and is quickly interrupted by her front door slamming open.

“Fuck dude, it’s pouring!” Natalie giggles, trying not to drag too much water and mud into the house. She quickly sheds her jacket as you meet her half way for a big ol’ bear hug.

“You made it!” You smile.

“Dude, we family. Anytime you need me I’m there.” She snaps a finger gun at you.

“You got stuff in the car?”

“Ya don’t worry-”

“Nope! I got it!” You gesture for her to sit as you throw on a coat and shoes. You walk outside and brace for the rain. When you don’t feel anything you look up to see you’re not in Oklahoma anymore. The room is sleek and shiny, rows of books on shelves that seem to never end.

“Sorry to interrupt girls night in.” A smooth voice echoes around you. “Perhaps one day we’ll meet when there’s an actual death.”

You turn to the voice, watching as Billie steps out from behind the bookcase.

“There was a fake death?” You frown.

“You’ve been a Winchester long enough to know the answer.” She smiles. You slowly nod, your stomach uneasy from the look in her eye.

“I’m sure Dean has told you I am now Death.” She begins to circle you, eyes cold like a shark. “And with my new role I am privy to a much larger picture. One that heavily involves your husband and his brother.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” You ask. It must be important enough that she’s here to tell you to stay or go.

“Dean’s changed. He’s not the same pesky Winchester that refused to die. The one who always thought he could win.” She sits on the table in front of you, taking a deep breath. “He told me something today that surprised me. He was ok with… that he wanted to die.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. You knew this fight was bad but…

“He said that he couldn’t save Mary, Castiel, or even a kid. And that he was dragging you and Sam down.”

“He’s not.” You defend. Dean may be the world’s biggest idiot sometimes but you would never want him to feel like he should be dead dead.

“Exactly. The path he’s on will serve the greater good.” Billie pushes herself off the table, putting her hand on your shoulder. “And I need you to help keep him there.”

“Billie how-” You blink and are suddenly soaked to the bone, rain pelting you right in the face.

“You ok out there?” Emma shouts through the kitchen window. You turn and give her a thumbs up and run into the house.

“I’m need to call Dean.” You tell them both and walk into Emma’s office. You hit the speed dial and impatiently wait for him to pick up.

“Hey it’s Dean. Leave a message.”

“Dean… Please pick up. I need to know you’re-”

“(Y/N)!” The girls call. You walk back into the living room to see your two big piles of flannel standing by the front door.

“You’re ok?” You ask, you want to run to him but your legs don’t seem like they’re attached to your body anymore.

“No.” He shakes his head. You can see Sam in the background frowning at Dean. “I can’t save mom. Or Cas. How am I supposed to keep you safe?” He swallows hard, his eyes frantically searching yours.

“By being a team you dingus.” Your voice wobbles as you close the small distance, pulling him down so his lips meet yours.

“I love you.” You mumble against his mouth.

“I love you too.” He smiles back. You can hear everyone else in the room shuffle awkwardly, which makes you smile.

“Dinner ready?” You turn to Emma.

“Yes ma’am. Although my table only fits three so we’ll have to eat on the couch.”

“We didn’t mean to crash your girls' night.” Sam shrugs.

“As long as these two were back to being love stupid for each other, all that mattered.” Natalie pats his shoulder and grabs a plate. Everyone follows suite, the five of you chatting about anything and everything. As you help Emma with the dishes Dean’s phone lights up.

“Ya?” He grumbles into it. After a moment of silence you and Sam look over to see Dean in shock.

“What?” You ask.

“We have to go.”

_______

“How'd it go?” Jack eagerly asks, wrapping you in a hug.

“Well…” Dean shifts from foot to foot. Jack shoots an inquisitive look at you and you give him a small smile.

“Jack, um…” Sam begins, not sure how to say it outloud.

“What's wrong?” Jack’s face turns to concern. The three of you shuffle out of the way.

“Hello, Jack.”

“Castiel?” Jack whispers, not quite believing what he’s seeing.

“Yeah,” He smiles as Jack envelops him in a big hug.

“We burned your body, and what's burned stays dead. How…” Jack puts Cas at arms length, keeping his hands on his shoulder as if to make sure he doesn’t fly away.

“Well, that's the question we've been askin'.” Dean states, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Jack… did you, uh… Did you bring Cas back?” Sam asks, all eyes shifting to Jack.

“I don't know. I wanted him back. I…” His frown deepens the more he thinks about it, “I begged for him to come back, but…”

“Well, here he is.” Dean gestures to Cas. Jack’s eyes flit from Cas to each of you, and back.

“Because of me?”

‘We don't know.’ Sam shakes his head. “We don't know, Jack. But we– we– we think maybe.” He shrugs, trying to gauge Jack’s reaction. Cas clears his throat and puts his hands gently on Jack’s shoulders.

“Thank you, Jack.”

“I missed you so much.” He swallows Cas in another hug, squeezing him with everything he has.

“Sam and (Y/N) tell me you're doing well. Learning a little about everything.”

“I am. I… Watch this.” Jack skips to the library table, jutting his hand out and concentrating on the pencil that’s on the table.

“Jack that’s amazing!” You clap, both of you sharing the same big grin.

“I can move the pencil now! And… I found a case. A hunter's case.” He says more seriously, taking a seat at his laptop.

“What kind of a–” Dean sighs.

“Zombies.” Jack states, turning to Cas. “I know what zombies are now.” He quickly brings up the news article and turns the computer so you can see.

“Wait. Where'd you learn to do that?” Dean asks. You can feel his fingers start diggin into your sides.

“He’s a kid, they learn a lot of things wicked fast.” You pat his chest, giving him a look to tell him to relax.

“Watching you. And Sam.” Jack agrees. “Three days ago, a vintage pocket watch with a personal inscription was sold at a pawn shop. But when they went to authenticate it, they found out that it'd been buried with its owner… 20 years ago. And when they checked out the grave, it was empty. Which means… the dead are rising in Dodge City, Kansas.”

“Guess we better saddle up huh cowboy?” You whisper to Dean. He gives your side a playful squeeze. You look over at Cas, who looks concerned.

“Right. O-or maybe it's a-a grave robbery, but…” Sam explains as he looks over the article. Jack lets out a disappointed oh, he was so sure this could be a case, another chance to prove he’s good.

“Yeah, but we should probably check it out.” Dean shrugs.

“Wait. Really?” Cas frowns, giving him a glare.

“Yeah, we've done more on less. Besides Dodge City's kind of, uh, kind of awesome.” He flashes a smile and starts walking the two of you down the hall. “All right, well… two salty hunters, the most patient woman on earth, one half-angel kid and a dude who just came back from the dead, again. Team Free Will 2.0. Here we go.”

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ZevWarden Week 2022

Day 4: Alternative Universe - A Shootout in Denerim

Words: 3741 | Rating: Teens and up | Zevran x f!Tabris

WARNINGS:

blood and blood loss

injury

gun violence

corpses

child in danger

dead husband (mentioned)

Zevran has been on the run for what feels like ages now, with only his skills, his charm and a gun to keep him alive. His flight has led him to the poorer parts of modern-day Denerim, full of mud, wind, rain and abysmal coffee. He is tired, he can feel it, but he cannot stop. Not now. If he stops, the Crows fill find him. And if the Crows find him, he is a dead man.

A small grocery store, shabby but brightly illuminated, brings him a brief moment of warmth and a pleasant conversation with the overworked cashier. But when he steps outside and finds that his pursuers are closer than he thought they were, this small moment of repreive leads to consequences he could never have prepared for.

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Zevran wasn’t sure what he was doing here, in the more run-down parts of Denerim well after sunset. The wind was blowing sharp and cold, bringing in a never-ending front of rain-swelled clouds from the Amaranthine Ocean. It whistled through his worn-out leather jacket, almost as if making fun of his efforts to stay warm. His boots, serviceable enough for Antiva’s warm rain showers, had long succumbed through the muddy Fereldan ground. Even the asphalt was full of mud here. It seeped through the cobblestones and out of every patch of grass. He had been walking for hours, never stopping for more than ten, fifteen minutes. He had eaten on the go and even sunken so low to as to accept the watered-down, sugar-spiked brew Fereldans had the nerve to call coffee. The chase was wearing him out; he could feel it in his tired legs, his damp mood, and the dryness in his eyes. But he couldn’t stop. If he did, the Crows would catch up. And if that happened, he was dead.

A flash of red and blue on the wet asphalt ripped him out of his train of thoughts, which had been going in circles for the last few hours. Instinctively, he stepped behind a tree, expecting a police car to round the corner. But the lights didn’t move. The coloration was also, now that he had time to study it, not quite like that of a police car. Or an ambulance. After a few moments of consideration, Zevran ventured closer. The lights, as it turned out, belonged to a supermarket. It was one of those shabby 24-hour stores where only the most desperate of souls could be found. Which meant it was just the place for him. It would be warm in there, and relatively dry. It might even contain something useful. Without thinking twice about it, Zevran marched towards the brightly illuminated glass door.

His boots tracked mud all over the floor. The pang of sympathy for the poor soul who would have to do the clean-up was soon forgotten. The store was small, manned by only one person at the register, one sad security camera mounted in front of the door and another at the staff exit. An easy picking. He found gauze, disinfectant, tape and a small umbrella, all of which he freed of their price tags and slipped into the various inner pockets of his jacket. Then he grabbed an energy drink and headed for the register.

The girl standing behind it, who could only be a few years younger than he was, looked like she hadn’t slept in a week and lived off of cup noodles and prayers. Which was a shame, really, because behind the eyebags and the listless movements as she scanned his drink, she had quite the handsome face with its strong features and the lovely hooked nose. Her only short-coming was that she was distinctly Fereldan in her manners, and that she wore an ill-fitting and unflattering uniform. Which was hardly her fault. The uniform however could not hide the fact that she was taller than him, nor that she had broad shoulders and long legs that were simply begging to be shown off. The bright red of her polo even served as a nice contrast to her dark skin, dark curls were gathered up in a ponytail and her dark eyes-

“Anything else?” she asked abruptly, ripping him out of his thoughts.

Zevran floundered for a moment, both from the rough interruption and from hearing her speak in a voice that was deeper than he would have expected.

“No, thank you,” he said, giving her a smile. “Apologies, it has been a long day.”

She turned back to her register and Zevran plunged his hands into his pockets. Where had he left his coins?

“You doing alright?” the girl asked.

Zevran gave her his best surprised look. “Apart from this dreadful weather you have here, you mean?”

“Sure,” the girl said, then gave a pointed look at his boots. “Caught you bad, huh?”

“Ah.” Zevran felt something in his chest twist. “Apologies for tracking mud all over the floor.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said and shrugged. “I have to clean up either way. Hey, want a doughnut?”

She pulled a crumpled plastic wrapping out from under her desk and held it out to him. The doughnuts inside were a bit squashed and definitely not the real thing. They could very well have been her food for the day. They could also, however, be laced with something.

“Do you often offer food to random strangers?” Zevran asked with a joking laugh. “Or do I really look so poor?”

“If you don’t want it, just say so,” the girl grumbled and stowed her doughnuts back under her desk. “You just looked like you could use a pick-me-up.”

She seemed genuine. And now he had no doughnut. Caution was well and good, but the sinking feeling in his stomach was far more real. Ah, braska!

“I apologize then,” Zevran said and bowed. “Yet again.”

“You do that a lot,” the girl said. “Here’s your ticket.”

He took it, counted himself lucky that she wasn’t angry, and hurried out of the store. Only when he stepped out into it did he remember how cold and wet the evening was and missed the dingy store.

He had just gotten his wits about him and stopped thinking about the cashier and the doughnuts when he saw them: two figures, hoods drawn, umbrellas opened, hands in their pockets, scanning the area as if they were getting paid for it. And they most likely were, or would be if they found him. Zevran stepped into the shadow of some large garbage cans and stood still. There were more, he was sure of it. There were always more. He could run and risk bumping into another one. He could kill these two, make a mess and confirm his presence in Denerim. Or he could wait until they left. They hadn’t found him yet, and if it came down to a test of patience he would bet on himself any day.

An hour later, the two Crows were still there. From time to time, a third one appeared and reported to them before disappearing around the corner again. Cars and trucks passed by. It had started to rain, a rain so fine it seeped into every crack and hole in his clothes. Zevran was cold, tired and miserable and had gambled away his time imagining increasingly creative ways to murder these two. Not that doing so would do him any good. It was, however, far better than thinking about how his hunters probably had a warm spot to return to once the hunt was over.

How had they found him anyways? Would he have to ditch his clothes and backpack yet again? Just as he was starting to worry they’d managed to get a tracking device inserted into him—which was ridiculous, he knew where every scar of his had come from and nobody needed a tracking device implanted into them to be found—the door to the store opened.

The girl at the register had finished her shift. She was heading directly for the two Crows.

Zevran quietly pulled his gun out of his jacket and hoped he had at least two bullets left. He should have counted them.

“Hey, you!” one of them, a man, shouted.

The girl hastened her step. “Fuck off!”

“Miss!” Now the other Crow, a girl in college age, hurried to catch up with the cashier girl. “Miss, one moment. We’re with the City Guard.”

“Cool,” the girl said, walking on. “I got a little girl to get back to.”

“Just a moment, please. Have you seen this man?”

The Crow brandished what Zevran supposed was a picture of himself. He aimed his gun at the male Crow, careful to stay in the shadows.

The girl had stopped and was looking at the picture.

Zevran had to remind himself to breathe.

“Never seen him.”

Zevran’s breath caught in his throat.

“We have reason to believe he is in the area, and that he is armed and dangerous,” the Crow girl insisted. “He is a prime suspect in several murders. If you’ve seen him, please contact us. For your and your family’s safety.”

Even from his hiding spot, Zevran could see her hesitating. The Crow girl could see it too.

“I haven’t seen him,” the girl insisted.

The Crow tucked the picture back into her pocket. “I see. Thank you for your time and have a safe journey home.”

The girl looked from her to her companion. Then she shrugged and continued walking through the cold Fereldan drizzle.

As soon as she was out of earshot, the male Crow spoke up. “She was lying.”

“She was,” the girl answered. “Aida and Tiago should go after her I think.”

The Crow nodded and pulled a phone out of his pocket. While he was making his call and the girl was staring in the direction in which the girl had vanished, Zevran quietly abandoned his hiding spot. Not a few moments later, four more Crows arrived. Two, Aida and Tiago, presumably, were sent after the girl. Two others were sent to check on the store and the two heads of the group turned to walk the perimeter—starting away from him. This was his chance.

Zevran shoved the gun back into his pocket and suddenly thought of the doughnuts.

Cursing quietly in the privacy of his mind, he set out after Aida and Tiago.

The girl from the store lived in a shack of a house behind a five-storied, government-sponsored apartment complex. The two Crows tailing her stayed in the passageway that ran through the building and offered a good view on the shack. Its wooden walls were a bit bent above its stone foundation, and the whole thing was in desperate need of a new coat of paint. Only one window was illuminated, but while the girl was still looking for her keys, the door opened and a young man appeared in the doorway, carrying a little girl in his arms.

“See?” he said to the girl. “Mama’s right there.”

“Hello, lil’ one. Hey, Soris.”

The girl lifted the child into her arms. The little girl let out a few hiccup-y sobs that sounded like the aftermath of a longer cry, and then nestled against her mother’s shoulder.

“Rough day?” the young man said.

“Long day,” the girl from the store sighed. “Got held up by some people pretending to be cops on the way home. Said there was a murderer loose.”

“A what?” the young man yelled, only for the girl to shush him aggressively.

“They showed me a picture and everything,” she said, then broke out into a toothy grin. “Turns out he was my last customer.”

The young man groaned. “Maker’s Breath, cousin, come inside!”

“Most handsome supposed murderer I’ve ever seen,” the girl said, still grinning, but allowed her cousin to usher her inside.

The young man took a suspicious glance around, then firmly shut the door.

Zevran meanwhile was tempted to grin to himself in the darkness. Most handsome murderer. Now if that didn’t stroke his ego! In front of him, Aida and Tiago had started whispering.

“Should we talk to her?” Aida asked.

Tiago shook his head. “They told us to wait for them.”

“We should at least find out where the child sleeps,” Aida insisted.

Hm. That wouldn’t do at all.

Zevran aimed his gun at the back of her head.

He hid the bodies best he could and turned over the gravel they had been standing on to obscure any trace of blood. He would have to get rid of everything later. Preferably somewhere that wasn’t linked to the girl or her family. The nearby river would do nicely, and—ah! There was a shed just around the corner, and in it a wheelbarrow. How very convenient!

Tiago had sent the address to the other Crows via a burner phone that was now in Zevran’s gloved hand. It was truly a brick of a phone. Just how the Crows liked it. Their weapons had been equally familiar and now rested in his pockets. Zevran idly scrolled through the few text messages the phone contained. Tiago wasn’t one to talk much, it seemed. Zevran honored this by not responding to the new message that now appeared on the screen.

“On our way.”

Well. Zevran tucked the phone into a pocket and stood up. Time to look for a spot where to prepare his ambush.

He decided against one of the flats, which would have provided more cover but also left him to deal with its inhabitants. Instead, he took up position on the flat roof, right above the passageway that led to the girl’s house. There was a knee-high wall that surrounded the ledge of the roof, and behind him two broad metal ventilation shafts rose into the night sky. The Crows would have to pass by right below him to get to the girl, he had cover and something at his back. Really, the spot was good.

It had stopped raining. It was only him, the occasional car, and the comparatively small expanse of the nightly Denerim City. The wind had calmed down. Everything seemed to be holding its breath.

The Crows appeared, walking in formation: far enough to one another to give a gunman a challenge, but close enough so that they may come to one another’s aid should need arise. Zevran let them approach until they were crossing a broad, four-laned street. Nothing to hide behind. Nothing to obstruct his vision. Beautiful. He aimed at one and pulled the trigger.

One gunshot muffled by a silencer was enough to sent them running, even before their dead companion had hit the ground. Zevran picked off a second one comfortably enough, but the other two reached cover—bushes, dark round shapes in the night. The street was now empty except for the two unmoving bodies, which received one more bullet each for caution and mercy’s sake. Then Zevran settled down to wait. There was no obscured way backwards. They would split and surround the building, or make a run for it from cover to cover if they were brave. He would of course have to be faster than them and get them while they were out in the open. While he was still considering this, a small round something rolled down the pavement towards him.

Zevran pressed his face into the balustrade and squeezed his eyes shut just in time to avoid the worst of the flash grenade. Steps ran out from below. The Crows were getting away. Through the bright blue and green spots shimmering in his vision, Zevran aimed and shot. The figure, about to reach safety on the other side of the street, fell. Zevran pulled the trigger again but only got a clicking sound in return. Cursing, he pulled out Aida’s gun. His vision slowly cleared. On the street, the Crow he’d just shot turned around and raised his arm. A muffled gunshot rang out. Zevran ducked. The bullet missed his head by far too little, there was a loud bang and a sharp pain in his leg. The bullet had ricocheted off the vents. Zevran rolled to the right, peered over the ledge, aimed and fired. The Crow twitched and dropped his gun. Zevran shot him a second time, then a third. When he was making no efforts to even crawl away, he ripped his stolen supplies out of his jacket and fastened the gauze to his leg with tape. All in all, the bleeding was not bad. Far worse was the surviving Crow, and the fact that Zevran had no idea where they were. Zevran crawled as fast as he could away from the ledge of the roof, then stumbled down the stairs inside the building. Where to now: the street or the shack?

A scream, then muffled protests from a familiar voice answered the question for him.

Zevran limped as fast as he could to the nearest exit. Outside, the Crow girl was waiting for him. She, with her small Antivan frame, was keeping the girl from the store immobilized with one hand and pointing a gun at her head with the other. The girl from the store immediately recognized him; her eyes widened, in horror no doubt. Inside the house, her daughter started to cry.

“Guns down,” the Crows barked. There were leaves and branches tangled in her chin-length hair.

The girl from the store was standing perfectly still. Her eyes didn’t leave him. Over the steady rush of blood in his ears, Zevran could hear her daughter’s wails getting louder.

“I said,” the Crow screamed, jostling the girl, “guns down!”

Zevran wanted to shoot her. But the girl who had offered him a stale doughnut was staring mutely at him with eyes that had seen too many late shifts and too many tears on her daughter’s face. Slowly, Zevran crouched down and laid his gun—the gun he’d taken off Aida’s body—on the ground. Then he pulled out Tiago’s gun. And, finally, his own, empty one. He laid them next to the first and pushed them away from him, out of arm’s reach and towards the Crow.

The Crow exhaled in satisfaction and a bit of tension vanished from her shoulders. The girl from the store balled her fists. The edges of his vision were starting to grow dark. Would you look at that, he was losing more blood than he’d thought.

Zevran allowed himself one more deep breath of cool night air before he stood up.

“I suppose they don’t want me alive, no?” he said, voice wobbly from the sudden wave of dizziness and the tightness in his chest. The latter one was new.

He was scared.

“Unfortunately, no,” the Crow answered.

She pointed her gun at him.

The girl from the store screamed and threw herself to the ground. The Crow went down with her. The shot went loose. Zevran scrambled for the nearest gun as the world seemed to wobble under his feet. Another shot. The girl was on top of the Crow, pinning her down, but not for long. The Crow threw her off balance, rammed her fist into her kidneys, kicked her away from her. Zevran bit his teeth together as a new wave of dizziness threatened to bring him down. Not now. He aimed, just as the Crow was scrambling up. She looked at him, saw his gun. Her eyes widened. He pulled the trigger.

The Crow slumped down onto the pavement.

The world turned around him until he was lying there too.

Pain. In his side, the left.

In his head, throbbing.

In his leg as well. It felt like that time somebody had ripped through his arm with a serrated knife. Painful, that.

It smelled of old blankets and reheated cup noodles. Somewhere, a door shut quietly.

Steps were coming closer.

Zevran bolted upright and would’ve jumped off whichever surface he was lying on if someone hadn’t held him back.

“It’s okay,” they said. “It’s okay, you’re safe. They’re all dead.”

Despite the wave of nausea that rushed over him he could recognize the voice. It was the girl from the shop.

“Caught you bad, huh?” she said quietly. “Those bullets?”

Bullets? As in several? Suddenly the pain in his side made much more sense. Zevran mustered a weak chuckle that quickly deteriorated into a pained groan as the movement pulled on the injury in his side. The girl patted his shoulder sympathetically.

“Good to see you’re alive,” she said. “My dad patched you up best he could, but we should probably get you to a hospital.”

Suddenly, Zevran felt cold all over.

“No hospital,” he gasped. “Please.”

“I thought you wouldn’t like the idea.” The girl sighed and something wooden scraped over the floor. A chair, perhaps? “You can argue with him about that tomorrow. For now, you’re here. Rest up. Want something to drink?”

Zevran nodded. The chair scraped against the floor once more. A moment later, she returned and helped him lift his head to drink as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You are good at this,” he croaked rather miserably. So much for his usual charm.

“Ah, well, my dad wanted me to become a nurse like him,” she answered.

Were his ears betraying him or had his frog-like voice coaxed a smile out of her? Why were his eyes still closed?

“So really, you gotta thank him,” she continued.

From what he could make out through the blurriness, she was leaning against the chair and had exchanged her glaring red polo for an oversized t-shirt under an open jacket. Her hair was loose. It looked beautiful.

“But he’ll tell you you don’t have to thank him at all because you saved my life. So… don’t thank me.” Her voice had grown soft. “Thank you.”

Zevran cleared his throat and grimaced. “I brought them here.”

“Yeah…” The girl nodded. “I wouldn’t mention that to my dad. Nor the cops.”

Panic shot through Zevran. What was he still doing here?

“My cousins and some friends are currently cleaning the mess outside up,” the girl continued. “From previous experience, I’d say they still have about a quarter of an hour until some kind of authorities show up.”

“Previous experience?” Zevran asked weakly.

“Not important now,” the girl said. “We need an alibi for you.”

She looked down on him as if sizing him up. And Zevran could do nothing but lie on what he now recognized as an old couch which someone had covered with a towel and let her look him up and down.

“I apologize for dragging you into trouble.”

“You really do apologize a lot,” the girl said. “You remind me of my husband.”

Zevran looked around the room, careful not to move his head. “Where is he?”

“Dead,” the girl answered. “How would you feel about impersonating him?”

Zevran gawked up at her. “I- alright?”

“Good. I’m Astala Tabris.” The girl took his hand and shook it. “Welcome to the Tabris- I don’t know your name.”

“Zevran,” he said quickly.

“Zevran,” the girl, Astala, repeated. “Welcome to the Tabris family.”

It’s the fourth day! I can’t believe I’m making it for all of these prompts XD XD XD It’s such a delight to see the things people are making and my only regret right now is not having enough hours in the day to give everything the attention it deserves. But a time will come. Happy 4th day of ZevWarden Week 2022!

#zevwarden week 2022 #zevwarden #fanfic #alternate universes #modern au #modern thedas #zevran x tabris #zevran x f!warden #children #death #blood #gun violence #child in danger #dead husband #blood loss #the antivan crows

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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survey by brelee

What is a long song that you enjoy? (over 5 minutes long) Future by Paramore.

If you have a sibling, what is a memory you have with them that you'll never forget? When I picked her up from her dorm for the first time. Manila is mostly an unfamiliar place to me so while I successfully picked her up, I ended up taking a wrong exit at the expressway and instead of getting back home...we landed at the fucking airport. In an entirely different city. That sent me into a panic and while I would have definitely cried had I been alone, my sister was with me and she tends to get stressed if other people get stressed around her so I had to hold my nerves in, hahaha.

Do you cry over small things? I definitely can if I’m already having a bad enough day. Fortunately it doesn’t always happen.

Are you organized? For the most part.

Who is someone you adore? One of my aunts.

Rock, paper, or scissors? My first choice would usually be either rock or paper; I never go for scissors.

What do you do whenever you're nervous? Vape, a lot. I also tend to bite my fingernails.

Black or Green? Black, but I will say that green really has been growing on me lately.

Is your favorite color currently in the outfit you're wearing? No, I’m not in anything pink at the moment.

Do you vape? Yep.

Do you sleep with any stuffed animals? I have a number of plushies yeah, but I don’t think I can call Tata an animal, lol.

Do you have a motto? “Everything goes” is one of my favorites.

What is a scary experience you have had? Every episode of alcoholism in my family when I was younger. I won’t get into any specific instance anymore because they’re buried at the back of my mind for a reason.

What shoes do you wear the most? Probably my Ivy Park sneakers. They’re the first (and so far only) pair of shoes I’ve bought for myself, so I won’t deny there’s some favoritism going on in there heheheh.

Have you ever met a famous person? I’ve met and talked to a handful of local celebrities and influencers virtually thanks to my job. I have yet to meet a famous personality in real life, though.

If you could travel anywhere right now, where would you go? South Korea.

What were you like as a teenager? I was very shy up until I was around 15 or 16 and can guarantee you that I pretty much had a nonexistent presence in any classroom – teachers rarely remembered me. I started to gain friends and be more outgoing by the latter half of high school, but even by then I still preferred to be far from the spotlight.

When did you last get lab work done? May 2020 when I had to take blood and urine tests for my UTI/fever.

Whose baby did you last hold? I don’t even know...it had to have been an aunt’s many, many moons ago. I love babies but the idea of holding them terrifies me.

What genre does your favorite TV show fall into? Crime, drama, Western-ish.

Have you ever been on a cruise? I have.

Do you know what average rent is in your area? Anywhere between 20k to 45k, I believe.

When did you last turn on a fan? A few hours ago after we had lunch and I started to settle in the living room.

What is something you are proud of? How much I’ve grown at my job.

What did you last purchase at the grocery store? Alcohol, nacho chips, and a couple of dips for said chips.

How long are your showers? Less than 10 minutes for the most part. I don’t like taking up too much time in the bathroom.

What is an unhealthy habit you have? I spend a really long time spacing out, whenever it does happen.

Do you tend to lose your TV remote often? No, not really.

What would be most beneficial to your life right now? Like most people, a shit ton of money would do.

Are you a good story teller? I think I can say so. I’ve been told I have a way with words so I’d like to think that crosses over to the ways in which I share stories.

Would you ever have a wild animal as a pet if possible? No. I’m fine and will always be fine with just dogs.

Are there any words that annoy you when people use them out of context? I dunno I don’t think there are any.

What popular foods do you dislike? Fruits. I could also live without lasagna.

Do you ask or answer questions more? Answer them.

Do you prefer indoor or outdoor concerts? Outdoor for me definitely has the better vibe, but it has to be an arena/stadium setup as well where people can watch from higher levels. The only outdoor gigs I’ve been to were those wherein we were all on the ground, which meant that if you had any ticket other than VIP then you had a shit view and would have to rely on LED screens by your section.

Have you ever tried deep fried oreos? Yeah I love wicked Oreos.

What's your typical Chinese food order? I rarely get Chinese and I don’t have a typical single order because we would usually do family-style. My family likes getting stuff like xiao long bao, siomai, yang chow fried rice, minced pork with eggplant, sweet and sour pork, chicken feet, and century eggs, though.

What made you smile today? I went to church earlier for Sunday mass and I was so surprised to hear the priest name-drop BTS??????? He even mentioned four of them by name and I couldn’t help but crack up from my seat and be impressed at how he knew more than half of them. Luckily I had my face mask on so I didn’t make too much of a scene.

What would you like to buy most right now? New clothes would be cool.

Do you own any exercise equipment? I don’t. But my parents do have a couple that we’re free to use - I just never do.

What would you do if you found a large sum of money? Immediately think I’m part of a social experiment and leave it alone – unless I can see a wallet somewhere or ID, in which case I’d try to track the owner down.

Are you in any amount of physical or mental pain? The upper left side of my back hurts.

What time is it currently? 4:31 PM.

Is there a garage or car port at your place of residence? We have a carport.

What are your plans for the rest of the day? Take maybe one or two more surveys, play my rhyhtm game, and squeeze in some work tonight so that my backlog won’t be nauseating tomorrow.

What did you last have a conversation about? Cooper and whatever he was trying to do with the curtains earlier.

What color is your toothbrush? Yellow with some pink accents.

Have you ever stayed at a hotel alone? No, I’ve never booked one just for myself.

Who were you last in a vehicle with? My mom, sister, and brother. Dad already left for Denmark last Friday.

What can you currently hear? Jin and Jungkook singing some of the final notes from So Far Away.

Do you find having to find meals daily to be a nuisance? Well no? It’s just a thing you really have to do to not go hungry lol.

Would you rather go a week without showering or brushing your teeth? Brushing my teeth. Both are gross, but I typically feel much more restless when I’m sweaty and sticky from not taking showers.

What does your last text message say? It was a weird scam text as usual. I don’t even feel like checking it at the moment.

Do you listen to screamo? No.

You can have any 3 things in the world, what would you choose? At least a million pesos, a lifetime supply of sushi, and a penthouse condo.

Last thing you won? A quiz I was playing with teammates at work.

Have you ever considered becoming a vlogger? Yeah. I still do consider it every now and then...not out of the desire to become popular, but the idea of documenting my life has always appealed to me. But I don’t have a good camera other than my phone and I don’t really know how to edit videos, so I’ve just never pushed through with it.

Do you take any daily medicines or vitamins? Nah. I know I should, though.

Do you carry pepper spray? No. But I also don’t walk outdoors/on public sidewalks for the most part because I don’t wanna be mugged or catcalled. I recently asked my dad to get a baseball bat for my car though just in case anyone tries to start something funny with me while I’m on the road.

Are you easily distracted? Yeah, very easily.

#survey #surveys

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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We have a few things that have happened today and the very important to mention

+they fired several sheriff about 25 out of 125 and did not replace them

+they fired several punta Gorda police and it was 10 out of 40 and did not replace them

+those firings are holding they also fired three judges out of five in Charlotte county and tomorrow they intend on finding the 4th and maybe a fifth down constitute all of them and we shall see how it turns out tomorrow

+tonight the insist on going after people who are trying to organize the first ring and 14th ring and they are here and they insist on it there are 30 households who were planning to go out again they want to grab them and intercept them and figure out who they doing it with and why they're doing it they find it to be nonsensical and sort of from the same group and it's insanity and it really is it's a McDonald's we have to put up the fight

+it's a huge number of people who are willing to fight each other here over a very little reasons we need to stop them and we need to expel them and there's a lot of people that need to be expelled we need to start working on here to get them out here so this Insanity stops Florida is very low in population of morlock and is a good time to do so we'll stop all the influxes. Right now there's only about 4.5% more luck down from 25% last week and we're going to keep reducing and we're going to keep expelling and we're going to keep holding them out we have several groups here which are miscellaneous they're not full-blown more lock and they seem to be willing to work on and to get a plan of humanity going and it's working we have factories to restore all over the planet

+we have about 87% of the factories up and running and in order after the covid shutdown. We find his verbage to repulsive and his method repulsive and Trump is going to jail in prison and he is not going to come out he is not going to be president and he thinks he's going to be today there was huge battles out in the Midwest and Opera Midwest and it's caused by Lily being held tonight is going to be very large battles it will ensue and they will be gigantic the trumps are being cut down they were cut in half since last week and they will be cut in half again tonight and they are being sought out globally at financial centers commerce centers and weapon centers and they found huge numbers of them there practically running the whole place except where Max are and some foreigners it is going on now they are being excised from those places using force and they are not let to go and we are involved in taking over many of them other parties are as well

+these people here are not to be spoken to or talked to or related to unless you're forced to you can't avoid them they are mean and nasty everything they say is to try and incite you they look right at you and say things that are nasty in code or out loud and they do it all the time to our son and he gives it back to them but we're not supposed to do that unless you're ready to do something he does it to them because he would be on the defense and they would be in a lot of trouble in the grocery store this afternoon someone was walking behind him and our son stopped and watched him and it forced him to go around him what he was doing was trying to put a pair of gloves on and his son says why would you even do that you're on camera and you wouldn't even get anywhere it says I don't want to get your blood on me it says what's the damn difference and you're a f****** moron and you're not going to get my blood on you you'd be on the floor. So he's outside talking to him and he says the storm would be good and son said s*** would go everywhere again and for jackasses and the guys at jackass cuz he's just getting his ass kicked he said it in different words the guy came back with this we're going to do it anyways and I said so what you're done in different words and the guy left figured it out later it got real mad and tried to go get a weapon and he got cut down people are tired of that s*** head. We're tired of him he's a wimp and he's a f** and he needs to leave and these people are very stupid doing the stuff out loud these acts and these dumbass threats and we're not we're not bending or bowing to any of them to the Max and the max continue to have them do it and they're not getting anywhere so tonight is an example the guy is not saving face and the max are not and it says it too it's what it looks like William shatner and it's supposed to and it was her son and daughter's idea and yeah she came up with most of it he says but he's thinking about it too you trying to save face and should we mention it or not and they answers yes but they're doing is disgustingly stupid and we're going to we are going to win the day and we're going to win everyday.

+it's a huge day today there's a lot going on there's a lot to be said and there's a lot of people leaving Florida. They're sad they're upset and it's a big change and they don't know why and our son is kind of veggie about it too edgy not veggie. A lot of them are leaving saying it's not trying to do anything and use your power and so forth it says I do everyday for like $20 and more and it's just tons of work just to stay above water if you guys leave it might be easier you're a bunch of rats fighting over a piece of cheese and they got mad they said it's probably true McDonald's have been running things for a long time and the max are starting to go nuts too. But it's true we have a lot to announce so we're going to post this

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— ROOMATE! ENHA realizing they have a crush on you.

pairing: roommate! enhypen x reader

genre: fluff, slight crack

warnings: swearing

word count: 400-500 words per member

a/n: i'm back!!!!!!! have some fluffy roommate enha because i want to write a roommate!AU but cant find the motivation to so i only make small drabbles <33

networks: @enhypennetwork

*･༓☾ LEE HEESEUNG

— when you remember a small thing about him

At first, there was only one reason you two were okay with sharing a place together, and that was because splitting the price would be so much more efficient, but now it's got so much more reasons.

For example; cooking. You both are decent chefs (at least you think so?) and like to experiment and try recipes here and here together. Baking cakes, to making your own homemade french fries, you've done a lot. Another reason is how much you get along, like friends for years now, even though it's only been a few months.

It's strange though, the connection you both have feels have been feeling a bit off to Heeseung. It's like the feelings he had for a classmate back in 9th grade. That was the last time he's felt it.

But it seems to be a bit stronger now, now that you knock softly on his door and peek your head in with a smile.

Your roommate instantly tears his headphones off his head, turning his chair to look at you. You step into his room and approach him, taking out your phone to open the notes app.

"Hey, Hee," You mumble. It's weird how the way you softly say his nickname has Heeseung's heart stopping for a second and his stomach flipping.

"Hi there, what did you need?"

You don't reply there for a split moment, before you stick your hand out and pass him your phone, which had a grocery list open. "You need anything from the store? I'm gonna go get some groceries."

Heeseung smiles at how considerate you are, nodding, before he looks down at your phone and thinks hard for what he wants.

He seems to find his mind completely blank, still preoccupied by the game he was playing previously. Animal crossing, one of his favorites. No time to think about that right now though.

"Oh, right," you perk up, before you take your phone from his clutches. "you mentioned like 2 days ago about running out of ramen."

And suddenly, it's like a stampeding zoo has replaced the beating of Heeseung's heart, racing faster than he's ever felt and rushing blood to his ears and cheeks. Maybe it was the way you remembered his simple craving, or the way you mumble how he's also running out of toothpaste and shampoo right after, or perhaps the dim lighting of his room makes you loom immaculate as you note down the groceries.

He doesn't know, but he knows he's done for.

"Alright, I think that's all. I'll be back in 30 minutes! Call me if you need anything else, okay?"

And as you exit his room, Heeseung thinks he's gonna have to call you later because he needs his heart back.

*･༓☾ PARK JONGSEONG

— when you care for him

You know Jay Park from your mother, who managed to snatch a good place for you to stay for Uni because of his own mother, who happened to be your mother's best friend in Uni too.

It's a bit strange though, because his mom and your mom are like twins, but you and Jay are somewhat opposites.

Which actually makes it perfect for you to live with each other. He's in charge of cooking (because god bless your kitchen if you were to make dinner tonight), and you're in charge of... other things.

See, Jay does the housework because he doesn't trust you after the last time you tried to clean the living room up, and he's okay with it. Because even though it's not your thing, you try. That's like better than any roommate he's had before.

Not only that, but you're better with feelings. When he has a crush on someone he goes to you, and seeks for help and advice to make a move or just drop the crush.

You're a great listener, and Jay really appreciates that. And a great test subject for him to throw on some clothes on you to see if the product he bought was worth it.

And now, as you gaze worriedly at Jay, who was currently stressing out because of an assignment, you decide to be helpful for once. Not feeling wise. Like, actually help. A snack maybe?

No, you can't make any snack. And you've run out of chips because of the movie night you had last week.

Jay sits on the dining table, head in his hands, struggling to find the right words to type away for his essay.

You know what he would kill for right now? A nice, hot cup of coffee—

"Here you go," your voice startles your roommate as you place a cup next to his hand. Jay's eyes, for the first time that evening, leave the screen, and shift over to the 'best mom' cup you got him for his birthday.

In it, is the black drink he was previously dreading for. And suddenly, when Jay looks up at you, you're an absolute angel, waiting for another chance to help him.

"I wanted to make you something, but you know my cooking skills are shit,"

Just the thought of you wanting to make him a little snack has Jay's heart flipping and soaring in his chest, the previous stress that built up in his body released and transformed into a warm sensation.

"O-oh, thank you!" Jay mumbles as he picks up the cup of coffee to his lips, sipping it lightly. "Really Y/n, thank you," He knows very well it was made from the coffee machine, but it almost tastes different because you made it for him. Silly.

For the next few minutes, you two simply char and have a nice moment of relaxation, talking about many different things before you two get back to your own tasks.

"Oh!" You suddenly exclaim, "do you remember what today is?"

At Jay's lost expression, you chuckle, and answer for him. "This marks 6 months of us being roommates!"

And this marks day one of Jay having a huge crush on you.

*･༓☾ SIM JAEYUN

— when you save his ass

Being childhood friends with Jake Sim has it's bright sides, and bad sides.

For example, when you're struggling math or physics he was instantly coming over to your house and teaching you all he could. You know you wouldn't have passed school without him. Another good thing about him is his many friends, including Jay Park, who has immaculate fashion and might you add, very rich.

However, you're in no place to approach him. But Jake is friends with Park Sunghoon too, which means many trips to the ice rink for many reasons. Maybe a small lunch drop off? A performance or competition you have to cheer him on? Maybe even a lesson? Park Sunghoon always fed your inner dream of becoming a figure skater.

You wonder if he's met Yuzuru Hanyu before.

And you're roommates. But that was always planned and expected since the last year of middle school so it isn't that much of a shock.

Oh, and the bad sides. Who knew Jake Sim was always going to be late for class? Elementary school, middle, high, all the way to University, he's constantly late to everything. Having to stall every professor is not something you were planning when you get to Uni, and yet here you are, distracting Mrs. Lee from starting math class.

You sigh in relief when you spot your best friend rushing through the doors, giving Mrs. Lee one last smile, "Oh, okay, thank you Mrs. Lee!"

She nods in response, before turning back to her desk, "Maybe next time you bring Mr. Sim with you? Aren't you two living together?"

At this, your face twists in sourness and you nod apologetically at your professor. "I'll try my best next time,"

And when you approach the panting Jake in the top 3rd row, you instantly throw a shove to his side.

Jake winces, before turning to you with a frown. "Ow, what was that for!"

"For being late, you idiot!"

Your roommate plops down in his seat, eyeing you as you join next to him calmly. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing."

What? But he's literally 15 minutes late. Class was sure to start by now, right?

Unless, oh my god.

"You stalled professor Lee?!"

"What else was I supposed to do you dumbass?! Let you miss so much material??"

Jake gapes at you, as Mrs. Lee finally start the lesson 15 minutes late. You haven't stalled a teacher for him since high school.

As you pat his cheek and mumble for him to focus, a swelling sensation warms in his chest, and he's finally realized that you're it for him.

*･༓☾ PARK SUNGHOON

— when he catches you stealing something from him

At first, you weren't so thrilled about being roommates with Park Sunghoon. Sure, you found him cool and all with his straight A's and figure skating skills but... he didn't talk much with you.

He was more of the personal, lone roommates. Those ones where when they come out of their room it's like a rare spotting of a wild animal.

But lately, because of one incident where he 'accidentally' made too much spaghetti and gave some to you, you've grown a lot closer. Like a lot.

Perhaps Sunghoon feels a little something for you, but he'll blame it on the chilly season when he feels different because of Christmas coming soon.

No, it's not the same way as when he goes figure skating, or Christmas shopping, or present opening. It's more of a... warm, happy feeling. Just so, so incredibly warm for some reason.

And you feel very cold currently, with winter coming soon. You weren't planning on staying so long, you figured you would go back home for autumn and winter, but your parents told you to stay and live with Sunghoon since it's closer to campus.

But now, you barely have any warm clothes to wear because they're all at home.

You sigh in disappointment, staring at the fresh pile of clothes that came right out the dryer. None of your clothes are warm, meant only for spring and summer. Sure, there was a sweater here and there, but you doubt that's enough to keep you warm throughout the week.

Your eyes trail from your pile of clothes, to Sunghoon's, which was right next to yours. You're on laundry duty this week, so you've seen most of his clothes. He has warm jackets and hoodies, almost too warm for you to simply stare at.

The next thing you know, your hand is grabbing at one of his gray sweaters, feeling the warmness on your fingers.

While Sunghoon is on the couch, finishing up an assignment he was working on, he catches sight of you quietly slipping out your room and walking to the front door with no words.

That's strange, you would always bid him goodbye.

"Where are you going?"

You completely freeze at Sunghoon's statement, looking back at him with a small, almost nervous, smile. "Oh, I'm just gonna hang out with Yuna, that's all."

"Oh, okay, have fun."

"Y-yeah, bye!"

Before you could leave, Sunghoon realizes something, something you wished he never realized.

"Hold on, is that my beanie?"

Defeated, you turn around with a sheepish smile, eyes darting to every corner of the room before they meet with your roommate's.

"Yeah,"

"A-and my hoodie?!"

"Also that, yeah."

Strangely, Sunghoon doesn't at all feel offended, or disturbed in any way. He's got that warm feeling swirling in him and heating his cheeks.

"I can take it off—"

"—No!"

Sunghoon coughs at the sudden raise of his voice, scratching at his wrist, "I-I mean no, it's okay."

It's really not, not when he feels like it's so right for you to steal his things and use it so casually, not when it does crazy things to his heart, not when he realizes he's in love with you.

*･༓☾ KIM SUNOO

— when you take notes for him

Kim Sunoo always had a history with getting sick. Spring and winter would usually be the worst, with the flowers and the cold. Because of this, you would often take care of him since the day you found out, which was freshman year of high school, when he took 2 days off due to a flu.

He's a lucky bitch, because the person who's been taking care of him since freshman year is now his roommate, and not just a friend who lives miles away. You're able to make him soup, his favorite soup, and instruct him to take his medicines.

Sunoo is very capable in objecting to take medicine, you know from when Yang Jungwon tried and tried to get him to take it, only to give up around 8 minutes later. Riki called him weak, but he lasted 2 himself.

The only way was to give him some pastry from the bakery because it's his guilty pleasure and would do anything to get a bite. Medicine? Done. As long as he gets his baguette.

Unfortunately, you found out just his morning that Sunoo was sick, and late to class to go rest in the nurse's office. No doubt Jungwon and Riki are there to him, sure to take any chance to skip classes.

So, to make him feel better, you decided to write him notes, along with a baguette, of course.

You take noted only for the classes you have with him, which is only about 3. Not that much, but writing in two notebooks at the same time is a true pain. God, you wish you were double handed. (if you are, you have all my respect you absolute legend)

By the time you get to the nurse's room, Sunoo looks a bit better, apple juice in his hand as he looks out the window boringly.

"Sunoo," You call out, "you okay?"

The boy whips around with a smile, nodding, "I'm feeling a bit better. These two kunckleheads helped with nothing, though."

He points to the corner, where Riki and Jungwon poke each other and whack the pillows to each other. They look extremely happy to seem like they're here for Sunoo.

Sighing, you simply plop down next to Sunoo, before taking your notebook out and pass it to Sunoo. "I took notes for you."

His eyes seem to sparkle in wonder as he opens the notebook, first few pages filled with neat and highlighted notes, with pointers and tips by the corner.

For once, Sunoo has notes that aren't from Riki, with nice, neat outlines and clear writing. It's a bit wobbly, but nothing compared to RIki's messy handwriting.

And as you pass him a baguette, he thinks he's met an angel, and he's fallen in love with you.

*･༓☾ YANG JUNGWON

— when you wake him up because of a fire drill

Living together with Jungwon was always a joy, you both get along very well and you both take responsibility on the place. It couldn't be more perfect.

Only, it wasn't perfect.

Every month, there is an annual fire drill. It's sounded fine at first before you realized these drills always initiated in the middle of the night. At the most unlikely times of the month.

There was one time where you had one on the last day o f the month, and then the second day of the next one. It was pure chaos.

Also, who the fuck would start a fire in the middle of the night?! (Apparently Lee Heeseung and Jake Sim because of their obsessions' with noodles. They don't even live together.)

Because of this, just this small thing about your place, you've become so paranoid at night. Except those nights where Niki comes over for a sleepover. The kid is so active in the day, and is the absolute best nap buddy.

Not that good actually, because of the one time he came over during a fire drill and was the last one out about 10 minutes late because he was still 80% asleep.

Apart from that, you are paranoid most of the time at night, which causes you to be ready, like right now, as the alarms go off in the ungodly hour of 4 am. You're surprised none of your neighbors have complained.

And here you are now, dragging Yang Jungwon out the door and dragging a blanket with you to head for the stairs. He's already so accustomed to this, and remains peaceful. He instead leans onto you and continues resting.

Once you've finally reached the lobby, you let Jungwon go, and turn around to pat his cheeks. "Hey, hey Jungwon. It's my turn to sleep."

You decided to take turns on who sleeps and who stays up until it's time to go back to your respective places. This month it's your turn to sleep, thank god.

Your roommate only grunts as a reply, before he tears his eyes open to wake up. He passes you the blanket, slapping his cheeks to wake up fully. You take the blanket thankfully as he mumbles something about suing the owner of the building, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jungwon does nothing but continiously blink at the night sky, trying to wake himself up by counting the stars.

Zero. You live in the city, of course there wouldn't be any stars.

In the depths of sleepiness, a sudden warm sensation spreads through Jungwon's body, and he turns his head to see you, your arms wrapped around his waist and your face shoved in his shoulder.

A fluttering feeling erupts from Jungwon's stomach, and travels all over his body and ends up staying in his cheeks, pink as ever.

Your arms tighten around him, and now you've brought the blankets around the both of you, which doesn't help his extremely heated cheeks at all.

"W-what are you—"

"—you're always warm on these fire drill nights, did you know that?"

And you're really cute tonight, in the lobby of the building, in the middle of a fire drill, and clinging onto Jungwon.

This might be the only fire drill he enjoys.

*･༓☾ NISHIMURA RIKI

— when you make him breakfast

RIki takes all his precious time sleeping, you know this very well. If he has time in the afternoon, he's spending it snoozing on the couch until he has to get up to study or do an assignment, he is also a pain to wake up in the morning.

There was a time you had a sleepover in the living room and ended up skipping classes just because you woke up literally 2 hours late. His embrace is meant for sleep, you think. And the way he's the best at convincing you to just go back to sleep? He could fool a whole court into believing the victim was innocent, and in need of sleep.

However, even if you did enjoy how warm his hold was, you've been trying to find the best methods to wake Riki up. And lately, he's been extra lazy so you need to find one quick.

Today, you try the method of breakfast. Other than sleep, Riki would kill for food when he's hungry. Most the time he wakes up because he's hungry.

You've prepared nothing but lucky charm cereal, one of his favorites. He finished the pop tarts last week so that didn't work. It would've woken him up instantly.

You knock on your roommate's door shortly, before opening the door to the expected sight of him tangled in his sheets and looking so incredibly comfortable.

The only visible part of him is the top of his head, bed head, might you add, and his legs that stick out of the blankets. He looks peaceful, and so very adorable it almost causes you to exit and not disturb him.

But the cold sensation of the condensation glossing over the bowl in your hands cause you to set it by his bedside table, and wipe your cold hands on your shirt. You then reach out to rip the covers off of Riki, exposing his face to the cold air of the morning (and his broken AC).

His eyes instantly squint at the light seeping through his window, groaning and tossing around to avoid it.

"Niki, wake up,"

Riki simply mumbles incoherently, swatting at your arms that shake his shoulders, "No. Isn't it a weekend or something? If you're sleepy too you're welcome to nap with me,"

"No!" You pull your arms back before he's able to drag you next to him, placing them on your hips instead, "Not again, not this time!"

Before your roommate falls fully back asleep, you grab the bowl of cereal on his nightstand, before sitting next to him.

"I brought you breakfast,"

Suddenly, Riki springs up, and his eyes are wide as ever, staring at the bowl of cereal in your hands.

Nobody has done such a thing for him. Sure, there was his birthday, but his mom would tell him to shower and all that before eating cake. This, this was just straight up breakfast in bed.

His hands take the bowl from yours, instantly scooping a spoonful of cereal, and it goes straight into his mouth.

Strangely, he doesn't feel frustrated like usual, or groggy, or any of that. He feels good, happy.

Lucky Charms is his favorite cereal now, and you are his favorite person.

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