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mochiswifey · 5 months

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ANGEL

BONTEN KANJI MOCHIZUKI

~MATURE THEMES~ Next

*Arrange Marriage, Sexual Themes (Blowjob), Age gap*

Forced to marry an older man, Louie tries to navigate the hell she’s suddenly pulled into.

Her eyes flicker.

“Finally she’s fucking awake.” Someone with an androgynous voice said.

She tries to wipe her eyes and to her surprise her hands were tied to a chair.

Panic attacks her

She tried to think whether she took too much sedative and she’s lucid dreaming.

“She’s awake.” The voice repeated after she heard a metal door open.

She tried to compose herself to no avail. The surrounding is dark and cold. The floor is dirty. Tainted with dry blood. And-

Her thoughts were interrupted when a shadow fell over the little light from the lamp shade hung above.

“Your Dad. He operates boats.”

Husky voice accompanied by a strong smell of cigar.

“I- I don’t- What?! My dad doesn’t-“

“Your real Dad.”

Then, it dawned on her.

She was taken because of her real father. The father who she last saw 7 years ago.

The father who ran away and left her.

The father who was never really a father to her.

“What is this? Did he pissed some Yakuza? I am nowhere pretty to be sold-“

“Bruh, no one would fucking buy you-“

“Shut up addict.”

“Shut up lung cancer”

Louie sighed before closing her eyes.

“I haven’t seen him for 7 years. I don’t know where he is or how he is. You could kill him for all I care.”

“Your father didn’t pissed us. It’s just. We have a tradition to follow.”

“This isn’t the 20s.”

“Don’t you think that this isn’t the best time to joke around?” The androgynous voice turned out to be coming from a man with a pink hair and diamond scars on either side of his mouth.

He steps in front of Louie and squats down. He has a deranged face. A manic expression.

But Louie recognize the loneliness and emptiness in his eyes.

It’s the same for every rich person she has ever seen in Tokyo.

It didn’t matter how much wealth they’ve accumulated throughout the years.

It’s never enough and will never be.

“My whole life is a joke so shut up.” The scarred man laughed before standing up and going away from her view.

“This tradition, is this some fucking sacrificial bullshit?”

“No. It’s you marrying one of our executive.”

Louie chuckled before going silent.

“This isn’t a Wattpad dark mafia bullshit.” She says with an excellent American accent surprising the two men.

They knew she was a bastard born to a cabaret hostess mother. They assumed she was uneducated and-

“Was that English?”

“In what world wasn’t that English?” She mocks the men.

“You seem comfortable in this kind of situation.”

“I am nowhere comfortable in this situation.”

Louie sighed. She’s captured and she has no way of escaping. It’s cooperating that would get her a pass to live another day.

“Why do I need to marry?”

“The boats your father have. We want them to carry our shipment.”

“Then sign an agreement! Why the hell would I be pawn to your games?”

“Agreements are easily broken. With marriage your family will be bonded to our organization.” Louie shakes her head and almost laughs.

“I’m a bastard. What made you think that my father won’t betray your organization?” The men had the same thing in their mind.

But she is the best they could get.

Louie’s father won’t marry his legitimate daughter to them.

“You still carry your father’s last name. And once you bore a son, when your father betrays us every single workers of your father will never trust him again.”

A son?

There was no way of winning through brute. So, even though she was infuriated she remained calm and listened.

“Who am I gonna marry?”

“Mochi.”

Who in the world is that with a punk ass name?

Kanji removes his tie as he burst inside the hotel room.

Misaki had a smile on her face but it quickly dissipated as she realize Kanji is in a bad mood.

“What happened?” She quickly follows him to the balcony.

The cold wind chilled her body but she knew better than to ignore the man who’s supporting her lavish lifestyle.

Kanji gripped on the railing. His face full of fury. Eyebrows arched and teeth gritted.

“Tell me what happened.” Misaki soothes Kanji’s gigantic arm. She tries to comfort him because that’s her duty.

“I was going to marry you.”

Her smile faded from utter shock. Not once did she ever think of him having the want to do what he just said.

Kanji and Misaki’s relationship- it wasn’t something they hid. All of the executives in Bonten knew that Misaki is Kanji’s woman.

They met in a club and from that day Kanji desired Misaki.

He showered her with everything she didn’t need. Kanji would never admit it to anyone but she’s the closest thing to love he has ever gotten.

On the other hand, Misaki saw him as jackpot. He was addicted to her even though her heart belongs to someone else.

But it’s fine. Because with him she could get a comfortable life.

“Y-you wanted to marry me?” She asked him but Kanji didn’t reply.

He wanted to marry her. He was planning on proposing to her on Christmas Day.

But now it’s all ruined.

“I-l I’ll say yes if you still want to…”

Kanji’s rage disappears for a moment. He wanted to smile and be happy for once but his world would never allow such thing.

“Well I can’t now.”

His rage returns.

It’s one thing to be ordered to kill but it’s another to be ordered to marry.

Misaki knew she didn't love Kanji. And she also knows that she will never fall in love with him. It's just impossible.

But she couldn't help but feel disappointed after his words.

Yes, she will never love him. But she knows him. And she knows he'll never leave her. He'll never disregard her for any other woman.

"W-why?"

"Because I'm ordered to marry a fucking bastard." Kanji spat out with fury.

"I-"

"Don't ask me any more fucking questions!" Kanji snaps startling Misaki. He leaves her in the balcony to get his favorite whiskey.

Kanji's rage sometimes scares Misaki. But every man in the crime world has their own temper.

Misaki closed her eyes and sighed. She then followed Kanji to the bedroom.

Kanji was slouched on a chair with whiskey in his hand. His face was full of rage and Misaki knew what Kanji would like for the night.

"You don't need to marry me. I'll be with you either way. Married or not." She says and Kanji chuckles.

She kneeled down between his legs and started to unbuckle his belt. Kanji placed his liquor down and watched as Misaki took out his cock.

He didn't say anything and simply watched as she licked the side of his shaft. She then slowly nibble on his tip before taking half of his enormous length.

Kanji sighed in pleasure as he felt her wet warm mouth. She twirls her tongue around as she bobs her head up and down making erotic wet noise as she goes.

One of the reasons Kanji likes Misaki is the fact that she's an elegant woman who gives a blowjob like a whore.

Misaki pushed her head down as far as she could before pulling away and spitting on his cock before licking one of his balls.

"Just like that... fuck..." Kanji says head thrown back.

She begins sucking on his balls as she strokes him fast. Misaki took her time licking him before returning on sucking his tip.

She felt his cock getting harder and the salty taste of his precum cued her that he was getting close.

Kanji surprised her when he stood up and slammed his cock far back in her throat. He begin to fuck her mouth fast.

His whore struggle to breathe but he didn't care. He needed to release the frustration he had.

Just when Misaki was beginning to lose breathe he slammed his cock farther than he has ever done and came inside her mouth making her gag.

"Don't spit." He order and with a teary and ruined mascara his whore obeyed and swallowed every last drop of his cum.

"You always looked pretty right after I fucked your mouth."

Satisfied, Kanji went to take a bath.

Mikey ordered him to marry the bastard.

And the king's words must be obeyed no matter what.

So, as much as he hates it. He'll meet his future wife at exactly 7:40 pm at the Hilton Hotel.

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bb-editing · 1 year

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ROXANA (Chapter 37)

*E/N: Thanks for 100 followers! I'm having a lot of fun editing these chapters, and I hope you're all having as much fun reading them :)

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As he ran, Cassis shot a sharp glance back at Jeremy, who had recovered from his surprise and was now looking far more relaxed. Cassis could hear Jeremy’s nasty laugh echoing behind him.

Disoriented by the initial chaos, Cassis had accidentally gotten stabbed by the Karantul’s pincer-like legs, and he was starting to feel its effects. First, the numbness spread through his limbs, before it was replaced by a cold, tingling sensation.

‘Shit,’ he thought. ‘Why are they breeding such things here?’

The surrounding atmosphere was now completely engulfed in the dense smell of poison emanating from the escaped monsters.

“Help me- HEUK!”

Cassis stopped and swung his head around just in time to see the woman who had cried for help get crushed in the jaws of another huge monster.

More monsters were advancing towards Cassis in the meantime, and while his chains were effective in curbing their attacks, there was a limit to how much he could attack without a proper weapon.

He clenched his teeth while shaking off a monster that had tried to bite him, hurriedly looking backwards for a possible escape route- but not before the monster’s poison tail sank its spike into him.

* * *

“Your clothes are getting dirty, my lady.”

As soon as Emily’s hand touched the monster, its black body withdrew with a terrible and piercing scream.

“You don’t have to do anything, so please step back.” Roxana extended her arm towards Emily’s ungloved hand. “Try not to use your power- I don’t want your life force depleting for nothing.”

Emily bowed her head in acknowledgement.

Behind us, Grizelda dislodged an iron bar from a cage, using it as a weapon to defend herself from the monsters.

Those who couldn’t fend for themselves huddled the middle of the greenhouse, away from the glass walls and fighting members of the Agriche soldiers.

I moved toward Grizelda, breaking off an overturned table leg and stabbing it in an advancing monster’s eye to kill it.

“I have to leave,” I said.

“Because of Cassis?” She asked, almost sympathetically. I nodded.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I have a feeling this is all Jeremy’s fault. Just one of his stupid pranks. I hope your toy isn’t too badly hurt.”

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Cassis had been running for what seemed like centuries, and yet… he had no idea where he was, or where he was going. The Agriche mansion was truly a labyrinth. His limbs were tiring, and his brain was aching. Yet another monster appeared in front of him; Cassis grabbed the sword of a fallen Agriche soldier, and lunged.

* * *

“Someone- someone save me!”

Just then, someone jumped over the monster’s head. The man moved deftly, driving a sword through its forehead. The Karantul fell with a shrill cry.

“Oh… thank you, sir!”

Cassis had no reason to help the people of Agriche. But he also couldn’t ignore a person’s cry for help.

Moreover, it was partly his fault that people were getting hurt by the monsters- after all, Jeremy had only released the monsters to hurt Cassis.

“Oh, good. You’re alive.”

As if summoned by Cassis’ thoughts, Jeremy appeared in the tree above him.

Cassis cocked his head. “You’re happy to see me alive?”

“Yeah. I guess. If you died, I’d kind of be in a lot of shit, so…” Jeremy trailed off.

“Bullshit. You were the one who let the monsters out in the first place.”

Jeremy opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the thumping of dismembered Karantul body parts landing several feet away from Jeremy and Cassis.

“What’s going on?”

A deep, languid voice emerged from behind the Karantul’s corpse. The man had black hair and red eyes- an exact- but much younger- carbon copy of Lanche Agriche.

“Are you in the middle of walking your dog?” The man continued, wiping his sword on the coattails of his blazer.

Cassis looked at Jeremy, who was gritting his teeth in frustration. “Fucking Dion… fucking bitchass,” the younger Agriche muttered under his breath.

Dion ignored the jibe. “Jeremy. Did you open the door to the feedlot?”

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armentas · 2 days

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Hey there, everyone! My name's Elliot. I've had a writing blog for a while, but I've never tagged a post to officially "join" writeblr before. My blog is more a place to store random photos and silly posts that remind me of my OCs, but I really would like to turn it into something more substantial!

Some stuff about me:

I'm 19.

I'm a trans man, bisexual, and physically disabled.

My favorite genres are contemporary, surrealist, horror, Southern gothic, and historical fiction/fantasy.

You will always find me writing about tragic siblings and religious trauma. If there's a will, there's a way...

I might not always see them or stay on top of them, but I'm fine with being tagged/ask games/stuff like that.

Now, for the wip intros!

Haven

Plot: When a teenage girl finds herself back in her child self's body after wishing for "the good old days", she attempts to use this chance to prevent her brother's suicide.

Genre: Contemporary coming of age, second person interactive fiction

Heather: The main character. An extremely shy, isolated, self-absorbed 17 year old who wants to be unconditionally loved above all. Endlessly curious, and longs for independence while fearful of it. Artistic and daydreams to cope.

Beau: Heather's older brother. Taking care of Heather was his responsibility as a child due to their father working, and their mother's depression confining her to her room. Well liked and deeply kind, but coddling and dishonest, Beau does everything he can to keep his struggles from himself and others. Suffered from a traumatic car accident at 19, and killed himself at 24.

Erin: Has known the two since she was 12, and dated Beau since his car accident. Good sense of humor and doesn't bullshit anyone. She thinks Beau's digging his own mental hole, and that Heather's burdened him too much. The siblings' parents don't approve of Erin's relationship with him because of her drug addiction. 24 years old.

Trigger warnings: Suicide/suicide ideation, death, self harm, neglect, intense portrayals of anxiety and panic attacks, car accidents, drug use

Prodigal

Plot: A priest decides to bring justice to the world by slaughtering those he deems morally reprehensible in the eyes of God.

Genre: Loosely Victorian inspired fantasy, in a setting controlled and dominated by Catholicism. Religious (trauma) fiction. Third person present tense

Celio: "The" main character. Keeping many secrets. Thoughtful and patient during his priestly duties, rigid and very bad-tempered otherwise. Well known for being one of the best speakers of his time. Selfish, arrogant, and extremely paranoid, especially of immorality and what others' intentions are, yet it does nothing to stop him sinking further and further into immoral and criminal behavior. 32-35 years old.

Finn: A main character. Celio's secret lover and pawn. Saved from prison time by Celio after Finn was falsely deemed responsible for his family's massacre. Looked down on and considered an outsider by all; pursuing becoming a doctor and surgeon with no license or ability to read. Coolheaded and humorous, but passive and stubborn. Just wants to do good for his poverty-stricken hometown, and to be respected. 32-35 years old.

Charity: Main antagonist. A mostly nonverbal, "orphaned" teen girl who Finn becomes a caretaker for. In actuality, she ran away from home after being ostracized by her church. She likes Finn, and gets along with Celio well enough, until she discovers his crimes and tries to separate Finn from the danger to no avail. Calm, sensible, and strongwilled, but with a bite to her. Has decided she's had enough of betrayal in her life, and that she'll take matters into her own hands, even if it means having to turn on those she once cared for. 16-17 years old.

Pearl: Antagonist. She first graduated from college with a degree in criminology at a mere 17 years old, making her a prime target for scouting by the police, but has remained an independent detective leading a relatively peaceful life. Charity hires Pearl to help catch Celio (and Finn as his accomplice), pulling her into a web of murders and lies even she hasn't yet seen outside of her textbooks. Goes from cherrypicking cases due to fear of failing the reputation of her genius (and therefore her people), to completely trusting her instincts, taking on any challenge ahead of her. Gentle and analytical, but sensitive and obsessive. 24-28 years old.

Trigger warnings: Religious trauma, homophobia, sexual content, death, murder, gore, suicide, gun and knife usage, abuse (physical, emotional, financial, domestic, spiritual), harm to animals, smoking and drinking

The Day You Left (TDYL)

Plot: A teenager travels back to his hometown and reunites with his childhood best friend, sparking a slow, difficult mending of happenings previous.

Genre: Romance novel taking place in the mid 2000s, third person present tense

Skip: The main character. A very monotone trans 19 year old with a photography hobby and history of homelessness. He used to have severe anger issues, and they still come to the surface sometimes when reminded of his trauma. Ex-Christian atheist, vehemently. Avoidant to a fault.

Milo: A boisterous, reckless, punk teenager who used to be friends with Skip. Current sufferer of anger issues and struggles to pay the bills, usually resorting to delinquency. They have a complicated history, so Milo feels very mixed about seeing him again. "In between" Christian and atheist. 19 years old.

Josie: Skip's older sister, who he no longer has contact with. Traditionally evangelical and defensive of authority to the end. 17-18 years old in flashbacks.

Trigger warnings: Religious trauma, familial abuse, sexual content, suicide/suicide ideation, self harm, mentions of homophobia, underage drinking and smoking, arson

Finally, I do have a wip called Kettle Creek, but it's...very much in an in between state, which is why I'm not introducing it here lol. But if you ever see me tagging something as Delora, Stasia, or Olive, that's where they come from!

#writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writing community #my writing #original fiction #wips

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direwombat · 1 year

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wip wednesday again, huh?

tagged by @inafieldofdaisies, @socially-awkward-skeleton, and @adelaidedrubman

tagging: @detectivelokis, @sstewyhosseini, @baldurrs, @strafethesesinners, @strangefable, @fourlittleseedlings, @purplehairsecretlair, @schoute, @gaeadene, @g0dspeeed, @sukoshimikan, @poetikat, @josephslittledeputy, @madparadoxum, @euryalex, @clonesupport, @ivymarquis, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @nightwingshero, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, @aceghosts, @inquisitors-grave, and anyone else who i maybe missed and who has something to share (but no pressure <3)

no formally written fic to report this week, so have some of the outline for the horror and the wild (the werewolf au). this is is the beginning of act/chapter 2

Scene 11:

Syb POV: Syb starts noticing the differences in her. Certain things are better. Her sense of smell and her hearing for example. She’s also stronger and faster than before. She ran down a meth-head and took him down without a problem. But also her eyesight changes and she’s gone colorblind. She goes home early from work after eating one of the brownies Nancy brought in since she started vomiting afterwards. Eli is over and has been kind of hover-y after that weird night. She goes to bed but gets hungry in the middle of the night. She goes to the fridge and starts eating raw ground beef.

Scene 12:

Jacob POV: Joseph is upset that Eli isn’t dead. But no one is more upset about it than Jacob. He underestimated Syb. He thought she’d seek out comfort in her pain. Not revenge against him. But she proved herself to be an adept hunter. It took him almost the entire night to shake her. She just got hungry and was distracted by a herd of deer. But he promises to bring her in. Train her good. Get her loyal to the pack and to kill. (he controls her forced changes by teaching her how to shift in and out of them — ie, using Only You to get her into the feral phase).

Scene 13:

Syb POV: She catches scent of Jacob in town while doing her grocery shopping. He smirks at her when she sees him. She drops her basket and she chases him down through “back alleys” of town. She tries catching him using her human senses, but it’s not enough. He’s playing games with her. “Use the gifts I gave you, Jackrabbit,” he taunts. And it’s bizzare how she feels it more than anything else — a low rumble that makes her bones thrum. She snarls (in the animal way) and she smells for him. After that, it’s much easier. She shoves him against a wall

Syb: *growling* The fuck did you do to me?

Jacob: You wanna find out? Gonna have to follow me back to a den of wolves. That something you really want? ‘Cause I warn you, sweetheart, we may not let you leave.”

Syb: You threatenin’ an officer, Mr. Seed?

Jacob: *grins wickedly* I’ll let you arrest me, girl, if that’s what you really want. *licks his lips* But then you’ll never know.

Reluctantly she lets him go. He lifts his hands up and walks away backwards, giving her a come-hither motion with his fingers before turning around. She truly hesitates, but ultimately angrily storms after him.

Scene 14:

Jacob POV: He takes Syb back to the Vets Center. He’s still kind of undecided on whether he’ll let her go afterwards. He wants to bitch her so bad. Get her underneath him, writhing and whimpering. And he will, in due time. But he needs to get her trained first. He takes her to meet Joseph and Joe explains an (incomplete) down low of what’s happening. He tells her that the Seed boys were born as Werewolves. Daddy Seed was a werewolf, but he was a rabid one (one turned when bitten as opposed to being born one). Because of this, they weren’t allowed to join any packs because many of them relied on Pedigree. So Joseph made his own pack, taking in Strays (this is all bullshit tho. Daddy Seed was bitten and turned, but the boys weren't born as werewolves. Daddy Seed bit them when they were kids but Jacob is the only one who has the memory of it. The lie Joseph gives Syb is the lie that Jacob told Joseph.)

Syb: So everyone’s here of their own volition?

Joseph: No one is being held against their will, Deputy.

Syb: And if at any point in all this, I say I’ve had enough, I could just walk out that door. No one’d stop me or harass me afterwards?

Joseph: *gives Jacob a pointed and disappointed look that gets Jacob shifting uncomfortably* It would take some negotiation, but I’m sure we could come to some sort of agreement.

Jacob invites her to run with him. Show her how to voluntarily shift. It’s easier with a guide and he can help her keep her mind when she shifts. She argues against him, but reluctantly agrees.

Jacob: … If you’re not with us, then you’re against us.

Syb: And why should I trust you, hmm? You’re the one who put me in this situation. I really want nothin’ to do with this.

Jacob: Too bad. Letting you figure it out on your own is dangerous and it’s just going to get people killed.

Syb: *sarcastically* Aww, how sweet, you do have a heart.

Jacob: I don’t. Letting you run around like a wild animal puts the Pack at risk. You don’t comply, then you’re a threat -- and I can’t allow that.

Syb: Jesus, you sure know how to make a girl feel special, don’t’cha?

#wip wednesday #wip: the horror and the wild #brain hasn't been doing the words good recently because it won't let me start until act 3 is ironed out #so enjoy a taste of my outlines lmao

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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Munson's Mixtape

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 6,058

Warnings: Discussions of sex (PG-13, not 18+), Shower sex (this is 18+! If you don't want to read it, or are under 18, skip past the *** and begin again at the second ***. I tried to make it realistic, so be warned hahaha), Consent is mandatory!! (and can be sexy too).

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: I honestly didn't intend for this chapter to be so spicy, but it sort of got away from me. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Track Twenty One

"Roses? For me? You shouldn't have sweetheart" Y/N didn't understand how Eddie could be in such high spirits. It was a close call, the doctors had to perform emergency surgery on him when Y/N, Steve, Robin, and Nancy dragged him to the hospital. His heart stopped for 86 seconds before they revived him. For 86 seconds Eddie was dead. For 86 seconds Y/N lived in a world without him in it. The surgeon said that he would have died if she didn't stop the bleeding when she did. He was still at risk for infection, but everything was healing well thus far.

"Eddie..." her voice was cracking, tears threatening to fall. She felt stupid. He was alive, he was healing in the hospital, she should be relieved. Everything was going to be okay. She gave her statement to the police, they weren't after Eddie anymore, the horrors of the Upside Down were at bay. Why couldn't she stop crying? Why was this guilt consuming her?

"Come here" Eddie opened his arms out, and she immediately ran towards him. The roses she brought were abandoned on the floor, before she carefully molded herself around him in the small hospital bed. She hated the smell of disinfectant on his skin, the smell of old blood around his neck. It made her sick.

"Don't know why you keep shedding tears for me Princess, I'm alright..." Eddie said as he wrapped his arms around her. Y/N focused on the sound of his heart, how it echoed on the electrocardiogram. Eddie was alive, he was okay, he would heal with time. She repeated that to herself over and over again the past 24 hours.

"Y/N? Come on talk to be sweetheart..." The floodgates were about to open, everything she wanted to say but couldn't. This was the first time she was able to see Eddie since he came here. She should be holding him, telling him she loved him, but she couldn't do that. She was hurt, frustrated, guilt ridden. Y/N lifted herself on the bed and swung her leg over, gripped both sides of Eddie's face, and kissed him right there in that small hospital bed. It wasn't the sweet kiss she should have gave, what Eddie deserved. She was pissed. Her lips pressed hard against his, biting, licking, gasping for air. Until she pulled back from him once again and unleashed some hellfire of her own.

"Never pull that bullshit with me again Edward Munson! You could have gotten yourself killed! Do you have any idea how horrible that was?! You almost made me watch someone I love die a second time! I swear to God, if you EVER put yourself in danger like that again I will beat your ass till you cry, do you understand me?!" Y/N's heavy breaths showered his face. She tried to sound intimidating, put the fear of God into the man below her, but the look on Eddie's face wasn't fear, not even close.

"Look, I know you're trying to be serious with me right now... but that was so fucking hot baby holy shit. I don't think I have enough blood in my body to spare it traveling south" Eddie said with a wolfish grin. He wasn't lying, Y/N could feel the evidence beneath her. She knew she should be upset, chastise him for making light of the situation, but it was so honestly Eddie that she couldn't find it within her to be angry.

"Are you serious right now?"

"As a heart attack" Y/N was about to give a lecture how that wasn't something to joke about but was interrupted by Eddie kissing her again. She decided she'd save the lecture for a different time, when he was safe at home and not stuck in a tiny hospital bed. She allowed herself to enjoy this, a gentle peace that filled the bubble she built around them. The taste of his mouth, the touch of his skin, the sound of his heartbeat grow faster on the monitor. After everything they'd been through, this was well deserved.

"Ahem" Y/N pulled herself away from Eddie to see who interrupted their moment, only to find a doctor standing in the doorway. He was the surgeon who saved his Eddie's life, Dr. Facinelli. He was looked at the young lovers with a twinkle in his eye, a slight smirk on his lips. Y/N could feel her body grow hot with embarrassment as she struggled to plant both her feet back on solid ground. Eddie looked like he didn't have a care in the world, the dumb smile he wore never left his face.

"I feel now is as good a time as any to tell you that intense physical activity isn't recommended for the next 6 weeks" Dr. Facinelli chuckled as he went to check Eddie's stitches. That's when the dumb smile slowly shifted into a look of pure horror, Eddie was clearly not thrilled with the news.

"Doc, come on man. Don't tell me that, anything but that" Eddie begged, and Y/N couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her lips.

"I'm sorry Mr. Munson, we can't risk reopening up your stitches or the burn marks getting infected. If you follow my aftercare instructions exactly you will heal faster, and then you can carry on with any physical activity your heart desires" The pointed look he shot Y/N wasn't missed, and she knew it was up to her to keep the man in the hospital bed in line, something she knew would be no easy task.

"Okay, okay, fine, but what counts as intense physical activity? What specifically can or can't I do?"

'This is going to be impossible', Eddie thought to himself. How he would manage to keep his hands off Y/N sounded like an Olympian sized ordeal. He needed to know all the dirty details of what he was allowed to get away with.

Dr. Facinelli hummed as he checked over Eddie's wounds, thinking carefully of his answer, "I would say that intercourse counts as intense physical activity, any harsh movements of your body that involves your neck is ill advised. The wounds around your arms and knees aren't as damaged and should be okay to move. Any perspiration should be cleaned quickly and efficiently to reduce risk of infection, as well as any other bodily fluids. Does that answer your question Mr. Munson?" Y/N couldn't look the doctor in the eye as he spoke, mortified by the discussion at hand.

"So I can't be on top or give head for 6 weeks... Christ..." Eddie began, much to Y/N's embarrassment, "but hand stuff is okay? And what if she was on top? Is that okay too?"

"Normally I would say it would be best to avoid it entirely, but I was a young man once myself, so I will try to give a realistic recommendation for you and your lovely lady over there" This was the least sexy conversation about sex Y/N has ever had.

"Throw me a bone here Doc, I'm begging you" Eddie looked like he was halfway ready to jump to his knees to do it.

"I would say with proper cleansing for both you and your partner before and after activities, those two options could be acceptable. I would still wait a week before engaging in that type of sexual intercourse, but 'hand stuff' as you put it is fine, and always use protection when engaging in intercourse. If at any point the wounds look infected, red, or hot to the touch you come back to the hospital immediately. If everything heals as it should, any physical activity is permissible after 6 weeks" Dr. Facinelli finished his assessment and gave Eddie the all clear to leave the hospital the next day, with a note to come back every Monday for the upcoming weeks.

Y/N was concerned about the amount of bills that would follow Eddie's visit, but the good doctor told them he was taking the case pro bono publico. Apparently, Dr. Facinelli was a good friend of Y/N's father, and he asked the surgeon to take on Eddie as a client as a favor. She was unaware that her father did that for her, for them. He didn't mention it when they spoke the previous day. It didn't surprise her; her father often threw money to solve problems or show affection. Normally it would bother Y/N, but she wouldn't refuse the olive branch he extended to her. Chrissy would have wanted her to try and fix their relationship, she always saw the good in people, even when she shouldn't. Y/N would do that for her, for Eddie, and for herself.

The kids stopped by Eddie's room shortly after Dr. Facinelli left, all of them were so excited to see how he was doing. Y/N gave Will a hug when he waltzed in last, feeling bad she didn't acknowledge him when she first stepped foot in the hospital. Mike had asked how they knew each other, and Will told him how she used to babysit him. Introductions were given, and Eddie was so excited to meet both Will and El, much to Mike's embarrassment. Apparently, Mike wouldn't shut up about the two of them during Hellfire meetings. Y/N noticed that Will got a bit quiet after he realized his friends joined another DnD party after he had left, but quickly jumped at the opportunity when Eddie asked if he wanted to join Hellfire.

"The campaign could use you Will the Wise, it would be an honor to have you"

Y/N loved how kind Eddie was, that even though he didn't know Will personally, he knew exactly what to say to make him feel welcomed. She knew Eddie and Will would get along well, just like he did with the rest of the kids. It wasn't hard to see how much they adored him. Dustin was beside himself when they first brought Eddie to the hospital, he cried for hours in Y/N's arms as they waited for news from the staff. His mom had to drag him home when he refused to leave the waiting room and came back as soon as Eddie was cleared for visitors. Y/N was upset she missed it at first, but she knew that speaking to Chief Powell about Chrissy's case was more important.

Steve, Robin, Nancy, and the kids all corroborated her story that Eddie was innocent. Lucas told Chief Powell how Jason had threatened him with a gun and nearly killed him. They embellished a few details, and due to Jason's demise in the old Creel house, the police considered it a closed case. It was disappointing how quickly they believed their story, how little effort they took to properly investigate her sister's murder. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but it kept Eddie out of prison. It was the only silver lining she could find.

After speaking with Uncle Wayne, Y/N picked up Eddie from the hospital and brought her to her house. Her parents had already packed up their belongings and moved to the Hamptons, so they had the space to themselves. Y/N had moved her belongings to the master bedroom, everything she packed away in Rick's car. She bought new linens and a comforter, and all the medical supplies Eddie would need.

The master bedroom had a large walk-in closet, more than enough space for their clothes. It also had a bathroom attached to the room, with a large bathtub, shower, and double sink, so Eddie didn't have to go far to use the facilities. The arrangement freaked Y/N out a bit first, sleeping in her parent's old bedroom. It was the only room in the house that fit their needs, and after changing the bedsheets and throwing up some of Eddie and her stuff, it felt more like theirs rather than her parents. Eddie was just amazed they could both sleep in the same bed with plenty of space. She reminded him about the Doctor's no intense physical activity rule, and Eddie threw a mild temper tantrum after the fact. It was sort of endearing, hearing him curse out the demobats and the medical staff.

"If you stop complaining, I'll let you take a shower with me" Y/N teased as she set down the last box of Eddie's stuff. The act was more out of necessity than pleasure, it hurt him to move his arms above his head. So, she knew it would be better to assist him then cause unnecessary strain, but he didn't need to know that.

"You won't hear a peep out of me sweetheart, not when that's on the table" Eddie replied, comically zipping his lips shut. Y/N walked over to the man in front of her and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I like hearing you talk, so don't shut up on my account, besides..." Y/N began, before softly whispering in Eddie's ear, "I like my men vocal."

She turned around and made her way to the bathroom, removing different articles of clothing with every step. Eddie stood motionless in front of the bed, eyes wide in shock. Y/N was down to just her underwear when she entered the bathroom threshold, her naked back exposed. He quickly shot his eyes up to look at her face, an action built from years of muscle memory. Then he realized he was allowed to look, he didn't need to hide from her, not anymore.

"Lucky for you I never shut up" Eddie replied before he could think better of it. It wasn't his proudest moment, or his smoothest, but it got a laugh out of her. He didn't know what deity blessed his ass to be given such a gift, but he wasn't about to take it for granted.

"Now, are you gonna just stand there and chit chat or are you gonna join me? I'm getting a bit cold here" Eddie didn't have to be told twice. He took off his clothes as quickly and carefully as he could, tossing the old bandages in the waste bin beside the bed. Y/N was already in the bathroom, the sounds of water running filling the space. It took him a few seconds to gather the nerve to walk in and join her. It would be the first time he saw the love of his life without clothes on, and it scared the shit out of him. He knew he looked gnarly, with all the stitches and burn marks. He was terrified that Y/N wouldn't like what she saw, but when he finally walked into the bathroom all that fear flew right out the window.

***

Because there she was, Y/N Cunningham, naked as the day she was born, in the shower only five feet away from him. The glass door to the shower hid nothing, the steam from the water not yet clouding his view. Her head was tilted back under the water, eyes closed as she washed her hair. Eddie watched the suds cascade down her body, and he definitely didn't have enough blood in his body to warrant the raging hard on he sported underneath his boxer shorts. It was the last article of clothing he had on, waiting for her to give the go ahead to completely strip down.

"Jesus Christ..." It sounded like a prayer coming out of his mouth. Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes bright and teasing.

"You can't shower with boxers on Eddie, you should probably take them off before you come with me" Y/N was certainly right about that. He could feel his cock twitch in his boxers, straining to be released from its cotton prison. Eddie slowly lowered the last bastion of his modesty, wincing as the fabric pulled on his cock. His boxers pooled at his ankles before he quickly kicked them away, Y/N's eyes followed the movement.

There was just the glass door separating them now, and Eddie watched as Y/N scanned every inch of his body. Her eyes widened when she saw how hard he was, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride when he saw her squeeze her legs together. That movement alone gave him the confidence to step into the shower with her, keeping enough space so he didn't poke her with it. Eddie thought it was the gentlemanly thing to do, but she wasn't having it. Y/N pressed her warm wet body against his and swallowed the heady groaned that escaped his lips.

"You're absolutely gorgeous" Y/N said in between kisses. Eddie could feel warmth blossom within him, and the praise washing over him like the water from the shower head. He kissed her harder, rubbing his hands wherever he could until it hurt. He fondled her tits, gripped her ass, rubbed up and down against her waist and back. Eddie never wanted to stop touching her, relished in the feeling of her skin against his. His hips moved of their own will, his cock rubbing against her middle. Y/N moaned into his mouth when he pressed against her clit, he was desperate to hear the sound again.

"Eddie" God in heaven he loved the sound of his name on her lips, especially like that. A soft, obscene whine that couldn't be contained. He rubbed against her harder, finding the rhythm that made her legs shake. Y/N's moans were getting louder and louder with every pass of his cock against her clit. Her nails dug into the skin of his back, a safe distance away from the wounds on his neck.

It nearly killed him when Y/N pushed herself away. Eddie was about to ask why before he saw her descend to her knees. Her hands trailed softly down his chest before she gripped the sides of his hips. He watched she stared at the flushed red tip of his cock, a small bead of pre-cum threatening to spill over. Y/N flicked her tongue against it and dragged it against her teeth. Eddie almost came right then and there.

"Can I?" Y/N asked sweetly, her head tilted to the side in a way that was much too innocent considering what she was doing to him.

"Fuck yea sweetheart" Eddie tried to come off as devil-may-care, but his breathlessness easily gave him away. Y/N giggled at his response, pressing gentle kisses down his shaft. No one had ever touched him like this before. Sex was always quick and dirty, a romp in the sheets until they finished. Y/N was taking her time with him, savoring him like he was something precious, like she loved him. Then she slowly dragged her tongue on the underside of his cock, and all coherent thoughts left Eddie's brain when she finally wrapped her lips around him.

Eddie could count on one hand the number of blowjobs he's had in his life, and none of them could compare to this. The heat of Y/N's mouth, her soft wet tongue swirling around the head, her hand rubbing up and down length of his cock where she couldn't reach, it was absolute bliss.

"Shit Y/N, your mouth is fucking incredible" Y/N moaned around his cock as he said it, and the vibrations nearly pushed him over the edge.

"Doing so good for me sweetheart, oh fuck" Eddie was getting dangerously close, and he couldn't stop the stream of babbles that flew out of his mouth, "Shit, you feel so good, you're so good at sucking my cock, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" Y/N kept moaning around him, and Eddie desperately tried to hold himself back. It was too soon to be this close, they just got started. Then she started rubbing his balls, and Eddie could barely remember his own name let alone remember to keep himself from finishing too soon.

"Holy shit, I love you so much, you're fucking amazing, oh God, don't stop, please don't stop, just like that baby, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, you gotta, fuck, gotta pull off or I'm gonna-"

Y/N didn't stop, she didn't pull out. She pushed Eddie's cock deeper into her throat and swallowed him whole. It propelled him right over the edge, a deep wanton groan ripped straight out of his throat, and the babbling never ceased as she took everything he had.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh shit, oh fuck, oh God, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, fuck yes, yes, yes!" Eddie could feel himself spill down her throat, it just kept coming, and coming, and coming. Y/N swallowed every last drop of his little death, sucking the soul straight out of his cock. He knew it was much too fast, his stamina was usually much better than this, but the euphoria that flooded his veins lessened his shame of cumming too soon.

Y/N pulled off his cock with a slight pop, and Eddie swore he could cum again when he looked at the smug look on her face. Red hot embarrassment sank deep into his gut, and he couldn't stop the word vomit that followed after.

"I promise I normally don't cum that fast, you see, uh, it's been awhile, and holy shit that was good, like really fucking good, and I haven't jerked off in like two weeks, so, I'm honestly kind of surprised I didn't cum the second you started to blow me, which I probably shouldn't have told you, but my head is kind of fuzzy right now so if you could please shut me up I'd appreciate that-" Y/N pressed her thumb against his lips, and Eddie nearly collapsed in relief.

"It's okay Eddie, no need to feel embarrassed" she says as if that wasn't embarrassing enough, "I wanted to make you feel good. That was for you because I love you, I promise I'm not upset" Eddie moved to kiss her, but she turned away at the last second.

"If you're not upset, why can't I kiss you?" Eddie asked, his voice nearly frantic. He was terrified he fucked up his first intimate moment with her, and that she might never want to do that with him again. It would be her choice and he'd respect that, but deep down he knew he'd never forgive himself if he ruined everything.

"Eddie my love, I just swallowed your cum... You could probably taste it still. I know most guys think that’s gross, it's okay to wait a bit" As much as his heart soared with the endearment, and how relieved he felt knowing he didn't screw up, he couldn't help but feel slightly peeved with the last statement. It took everything in him not to roll his eyes with how nonsensical it was.

"Most guys are fucking cowards then. You just gave me the honor and privilege of putting my dick in your mouth, and now I want to kiss you til my lungs start to collapse from lack of oxygen. You think I care if I can taste it? Quite honestly, it sounds super fucking hot. So, are you gonna let me kiss you or what, sweetheart?" The second Eddie saw her head nod yes, he gripped both sides of her face and crashed their lips together. He could taste the salty essence of himself on her tongue and swallowed every gasp that escaped her swollen lips.

Normally, Eddie would have dropped down to his knees and ate her out like a man starved, but Doc told him it was forbidden for the next six weeks. He believed in returning the favor the same way it was given, even if he was often left hanging on that front. Eddie didn't want Y/N to settle for anything less, but if he wanted to avoid another trip to the hospital, he'd have to deal with using his fingers instead.

He trailed his hand from her face down her neck, lightly passing over her chest. He gave her breasts a light squeeze before trailing down her stomach. Eddie could feel the trimmed hairs of her pussy underneath his fingertips, mere inches away from where he needed to be. He was just about to press down on her when Y/N gripped his wrist, halting his movements.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to, I'm fine with just taking care of you. If it's too much trouble I can take care of myself later" What Y/N didn't want to tell him is that none of her other partners had ever made her finish before, and she didn't want Eddie to be disappointed if he couldn't either. He had just gotten out of the hospital, still healing from the attack of the demobats. Under other circumstances she wouldn't feel bad letting him try, but she didn't want him to overexert himself trying to do something she could easily do herself.

"I want to sweetheart, more than fucking anything. If you don't want me to that's fine, but don't stop me because you think it's too much trouble. It's the least bit, and I would love watching you cum on my hand" Y/N felt the sharp intake of breath fill her lungs, her pussy throbbing at Eddie's words. She'd be lying to herself if that wasn't exactly what she wanted too. The nod of her head was slight, her nerves nearly getting the better of her.

"Use your words sweetheart, yes..." Eddie slightly inched his way down, "...or no" and quickly pulled his hand back. Y/N gripped his wrist harder and pulled him against her, a high-pitched whine escaping her lips.

"Yes Eddie, please!"

"As you wish" Eddie pushed his middle finger inside her, pumping the digit in and out slowly as he went deeper. Y/N flung her head back, banging it against the ceramic wall of the shower. A shock of pain hit her skull, but she ignored the feeling entirely. She hadn't been touched in so long, and most of her past partners didn't take the time for foreplay before they went right in. She felt him move his other hand to cradle her head as he pushed his ring finger inside her. Despite the warm water cascading around them, she could feel an entirely different wetness between her thighs.

Eddie started to move his thumb between her folds, just slightly off target from her clit. Each brush rubbed against the side of it, and Y/N whined with neediness. He was so close, so close to touching her right where she wanted him to.

"Is it good for you baby? Am I making you feel good?" Eddie asked, voice deep and husky. Even when asking her a question he sounded confident, sure of himself. Something must have flashed across her face, a look that gave away that he wasn't quite there.

"You gotta tell me how to please you Y/N, it's okay, just tell me where" Y/N hesitated, nobody had ever asked that of her that before. She assumed the men she was with would get insecure if she said anything, but here Eddie was, asking her what to do. Not an ounce of insecurity in his voice.

"Can you move your thumb up a little bit? And to the left?" Eddie followed her instructions, pleasure washing over her as he got closer to her clit.

"Here?" Eddie's eyes were dark, his pupils nearly blacking out the chocolate iris she loved so much, so honest with their intensity. It was hard to look at him, with the water running down his face and his fingers knuckle deep inside her, like staring straight into the sun.

"A little more to the left" Y/N whined, her eyes not leaving his. Eddie moved his thumb a mere centimeter, and stars shot out behind her eyes.

"Right there! Don't stop! Right there, Eddie!" She gripped his forearm with both hands, digging her nails into the skin. His thumb was rubbing tight circles around her clit, the two fingers in her pussy pumping faster and faster. Y/N could feel her legs begin to shake; momentarily afraid she'd collapse onto the shower floor from the blazing inferno swirling deep inside her.

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, don't stop, please don't stop, right there, right there," she was begging like a bitch in heat, not an ounce of shame within her as she could feel her orgasm creep up on her. She was so close; no man had ever made her this close before. Eddie kept that rhythm, desperate to see her finish.

"You're close now sweetheart, I can tell. Your pussy is throbbing, just itchin' to cum. I know you want to, you wanna cum so fucking bad. Right on the edge. You're so fucking wet baby, totally soaking my hand, you want me to make you cum? Is that what you want Princess?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Please Eddie, make me cum, I wanna cum so bad!" Y/N could feel tears pool in her eyes, threatening to fall with every brush of Eddie's thumb on her clit.

"Then cum for me Y/N, cum right fucking now" Eddie bit down right where her neck met her shoulder, like a vampire in the night. Y/N keened with pleasure, and felt him curl his fingers deep inside her. He pressed against something she never felt before and lightening shocked down her spine. He kept rubbing that same spot and she felt her orgasm crash over her like the snap of thunder.

"Oh God, yes! Fuck, Eddie I'm cumming! Oh, oh, oh," Y/N screamed, her head thrown back in ecstasy, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

He worked his fingers inside her, waves of pure rapture consuming her whole. Eddie kissed, licked, and sucked on her neck as she came down from her high, her whole body vibrating from the aftershock. Once her orgasm finally ebbed away, he pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth, licking them clean.

"I will say, no one's ever thanked me before. That's a first for me sweetheart" Eddie teased, popping the digits out of his mouth.

"Well, no one has ever made me cum before, so it's a first for both of us I guess" She was still trying to catch her breath, her heart still pounding heavily against her chest. Eddie scrunched his eyebrows at her comment, a small scowl on his lips filled with distaste.

"A part of me wants to say I'm sorry no one has treated you the way you deserved, but my ego is way too satisfied with knowing I'm the one who gets to do it now" Eddie replied with a smug grin.

"Alright Tiger, slow your roll. We've got to get cleaned up now or Dr. Facinelli is gonna be on your ass for infected wounds because we didn't listen" Eddie chuckled at the reprimand, placing a soft kiss on Y/N's pouty lips.

"Whatever you want sweetheart, I'm all yours"

***

It took longer than Y/N would like to get them both cleaned up, too many distractions and wandering hands to get the job done efficiently. After they stepped out of the shower, she carefully rubbed medicine over Eddie's stitches and put new bandages on. They got dressed into their pajamas in comfortable silence, content with the afterglow they both felt.

Y/N helped Eddie down the stairs to the living room and plopped him on the couch. After she made sure he was comfortable, she walked towards the landline right beside the television stand. She was far too tired to cook anything, so pizza would have to do. Once her order was placed she took her spot next to Eddie on the couch and turned the TV on, some mindless show to fill the silence in the room. He placed his hand on her thigh, rubbing gentle circles into her skin. It was then she realized she never felt so at peace in her own home, and she wished Chrissy was here so she could share it with her. Y/N hoped her sister had found her own peace now that Vecna was gone. She followed that train of thought before Eddie interrupted her with a question she didn't want to answer.

"So, what are we going to do now? Are you going back to Notre Dame?" Eddie asked, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"Why? Sick me already Eddie?" She didn't know why he was asking this now, after everything that happened.

"Of course not sweetheart, if it were up to me I'd stay in bed with you forever," Eddie paused, taking a deep sullen breath, "but I know you have to go back to school. You're way too smart not to, and I'd hate for your grades to suffer because of me. I just... I just wanted to know how long I have to keep you for myself until you go back"

Y/N knew he was right, it had been nearly two weeks of class she'd missed. She called her professors the day before, telling them that her sister had been murdered and the police needed help with the investigation. She also called her roommate Maya, who was absolutely beside herself with worry, telling her she was alright.

They were all understanding, and told her to if she missed another week, it wouldn't affect her GPA too much. Each of her professors said they'd work with her on catching up, that it would take a decent amount of extra work, but it was possible to do. Fortunately, she didn't miss any exams, her last midterm was the day before Chrissy died. None of that comforted her though, the thought of leaving Eddie was too painful to think about. She knew it wasn't healthy to be this clingy, but his near-death experience was still fresh in her mind.

"I'm allowed another week off before I have to go back. I don't have classes on Mondays, so I can drive back to Hawkins on the weekends and drive back Monday night. Cheerleading practice is on Tuesdays and Fridays, so I'd probably come straight from there" It wasn't the best solution. She'd be spreading herself thin with keeping up with everything, but it had to be done.

"That sounds like a lot of work sweetheart, I don't wanna be a burden to you" She didn't know how Eddie could possibly see himself as a burden, he was the best thing in her life. Y/N placed a chaste kiss on her lips and gently placed some of his damp hair behind his ear.

"You could never be a burden Eddie, ever. I love you, and I'm doing this because I love you. Relationships can be a lot of work, but you're worth it. I promise I'm going to be fine" He didn't look very satisfied with her answer, a small frown on his face.

"You'll take a break if you need it though, right? If you're too stressed out or too tired, please stay on campus. You have to take care of yourself first..." Eddie began, rubbing his hand up and down her thigh, "once the six-week sentence is done, I'll come up to visit you. I don't want you doing all the work to come see me"

"You'd miss Hellfire to come spend the weekend with me Eddie?" Y/N watched as he opened his mouth and closed it again, clearly not thrilled with her question.

"I promise I'll drive up right after Hellfire, I've postponed enough of them as is. But we can still spend the night together in your dorm room when I get there. Hopefully your roommate won't be too annoyed with my ass constantly loitering around" Y/N knew he would never postpone Hellfire for her, and she didn't expect him too. It was nice to hear his honest answer, and it made her feel better knowing there was some type of plan.

"I'm sure Maya would love you, and so would the rest of my friends. I can't wait to introduce them to you! They can be a little too much at times, but I'm sure you can handle it" Y/N chuckled, imagining introducing Eddie to her cheer friends. She knew he'd get along with the DnD group, but a bunch of Notre Dame cheerleaders bombarding him with questions might be a lot.

"Have you met me sweetheart? Too much is my middle name"

"Edward 'Too Much' Munson?" Y/N asked.

"Damn right"

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altered-and-broken · 1 year

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It seemed you loved eachother a lot..

"We did... And I specially did the most...

We had a bond, an unbreakable one at that, and it felt special knowing she enjoyed every second we were together..."

"That's what I thought at first too, but after you told be she tried to contact your friends I started to rethink the situation more...

But after what I saw that night... I was almost convinced she was gone for good..."

"What... Happened..?"

There is a long, completely silent pause.

"Before I got corrupted I had noticed that the group of shapes that were bothering me never showed up again... Every night for years I was waiting, but nothing...

I thought they had finally forgot about me and let me be...

But one night that changed.

You see, some of the shapes visiting my pond had stopped coming less and less. Prism had kept herself away from them because she wasn't fond of others in general, and for the most part you wouldn't know she was there unless you looked hard enough.

... At one point, someone saw her. And they ran, afarid...

She was rather annoyed, I was scared... I didn't know what the others could do if they realized a Forestfolk was here. But for some time nothing happened."

Barracuda takes a deep breath.

"That was when the next night happened.

The whole village came, bearing torches and spears, and with them was the group of shapes who bothered me relentlessly. Now shouting to the whole world: "Look! It is real! The Forestfolk is here!"...

... Those bastards told everyone about her, it had taken them long enough, but they finally caved in and came to kill her when that snitch claimed to see her.

I was furious, but tried to reason with them. Not even a word got out as the leader of the group shot something at me, a dart, and when I took it out...

My arm was turning pink. And they knew."

"... Forestfolk, in all of the stories they're in, are painted as large and threatening monsters that are immune to almost anything... According to them, they couldn't be hurt or killed... But that is NOT true...

She knew of her own mortality, and she told me. She could take more hits and pain that a normal shape would, but like her ancestors, she couldn't hold out for long.

She was stronger, larger than me at times, yes. And her predescesors were even larger beasts, she was the descendant of feral reptilian monsters that inhabited the planet by storm...

That much is true... But she wasn't a monster...

She was a beautiful, living, breathing shape like you and me, capable of more than what those legends painted them as... But they didn't saw her like an equal.

Regardless, she stood behind, and yelled at me to go.

I never wanted to... But I didn't had a choice... I ran, and ran, never looking back as I heard the sounds of screams and flesh being ripped open. As well as rushed footsteps chasing after me.

I thought I was going insane, but I had managed to reach the lake to get away from the forest. Unfortunately, the corruption had taken a heavy toll on me by that point, and I passed out."

"Offering a cold, tense, outstreched hand to me...

I should had known he was bad news just by looks alone, but he offered to cure me, and gave me a place to sleep.

He promised me he'd talk to the shapes and would get me back home... Instead, when I got better he decided to use my strenght for help, making me kill innocents out of spite.

Using me for his own gain, and HIS' alone...

From there... You know how the rest goes... And by this point, I'm just so tired, and exhausted, from pretending to be something I really am not...

I am not a monster."

The snake leans his head down and closes his eye.

Boat was listening through all of that, not taking his gaze off the flame that illuminated the cave, thinking... He should had kept his thoughts to himself, because he muttered a low, almost quiet...

"Bullshit."

#just shapes and beats #jsab au #altereds reply #altered cuda #altered prism #wave #boat #text dump yay #and remember kids!#dinosaurs were mostly nice animals just existing there and not monsters!#and if you treated one nice enough it could most likely be your friend!

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ophelia-jones · 1 year

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"I said, leave me be!" Daryl yelled, pushing Sidiq away and storming down the stairs of the infirmary. He'd spent three long days being poked, prodded, and told to rest.

'Like hell', he thought. This was no time to sit on his ass. Negan could be building a fucking army, and there was no guarantee he was sitting at Haven waiting for them. If he brought the fight to Alexandria they needed to be ready.

"Daryl, Daryl, hey! What are you doing, you should be…" Rick ran up alongside his best friend when he saw him storming down the street toward home.

"Don't tell me to rest God Damnit!" Daryl roared. "We don't have time for that bullshit!" even as he said this, his ribs shifted in his chest and sent a wave of pain throughout the right side of his body. It took his breath away for a moment and he had to stop, wrapping one arm around his chest and bracing the broken rib.

"We need you to be at your strongest when the day comes, Daryl. I know what you're thinking. I'm thinking about it too! And so is Michonne, Rosita, Tara, Carol, Maggie… We're all working on this," Rick assured him.

"C'mon, Daryl, let me walk you home," Carol offered as she walked up with Ezekial at her side.

"What're you doing here?" Daryl growled at her. It wasn't that he wasn't glad to see her, of course he was. But she didn't belong here anymore, she had gone off and built herself a new family in the kingdom. Just like every God damn woman he'd ever cared about. Not one of them stuck around.

"We're having a council meeting with the coalition. Trying to decide what to do about the news of Negan's resurrection," she told him, attempting to sound playful but her worry was clear.

"We kill him, is what we do. There, meeting over." Daryl grumbled.

"It's not that simple and you know it." Rick sighed and ran a hand over his hair thoughtfully. "Why don't you come with us to the church for the meeting? Some questions still need answering, anyway. If you're up for it."

"I'm up for it," Daryl mumbled, turning and heading toward the church. Once everyone was there, Daryl was asked to relay his story from the time the first bullet was fired to when he began his journey home.

"Something's not right," Rick said, his eyes growing distant as he tried to make sense of everything that had happened.

"What is so hard to see, Rick? Negan sent her to spy on us, then ambushed us on the way back!" Daryl declared angrily. If it was up to him they'd already be on the way to Haven with every weapon in their arsenal.

"Etta was in plain sight the entire time we were there, up until the point she asked Verity about the opportunity to establish trade. They didn't know we were coming, so how could they have made these plans?" Rick pointed out. "if they wanted to kill us or to guarantee we never caught on to Negan's presence they could easily have killed us then and there."

"Also, there were at least two points at which they could - for their purposes should - have killed you. Why didn't they? You weren't even halfway to Haven, they could easily assume we wouldn't know it was connected," Michonne added.

"The first time, he probably wanted to do it his damned self, then after he humiliated me, he locked me - tied up - in a building with walkers. He thought he did kill me!"

"But then Etta came in, why would he let her in? Why lock her in? How did she get in if the doors were locked?" Carol pointed out. Daryl threw his hand at them and began to pace up and down the center aisle.

"Why does any of this matter? What matters is, Negan's alive and we know where he is!"

"I don't think that was the ambush you think it was, but he knows we know where he is. He'll be ready and waiting." Rick told Daryl, great concern on his face.

"Rick's right, beyond that, we have no idea how many saviors have joined him again or the particulars of the building. We can't just storm the place and hope we get it right this time." Michonne added.

Daryl was irritated, anyone could see that. Maggie was, too. Rosita sat quietly thinking about it for a while before suggesting a first step.

"So send a group of scouts out. Let Daryl show us where Haven is and we watch the place. Get an idea of their comings and goings, how many there are."

Rick pursed his lips but remained quiet, glancing at Michonne to see what she thought.

"Let's take a vote, see what the consensus is and who wants to go if we decide to go ahead with this."

***

Verity had not spoken to Negan in days. After moving the women to the second floor, she stayed with Emily, Olivia, and Stanley to help them all feel safer.

Shondra had taken full responsibility for Vida, who now called her mama. It would never replace the son she had lost but the love of a child is always a miraculous gift. Amari and Harper had their apartment and Jessie set herself up alone in one. That was it. That was all that was left of a once thriving community.

Verity felt like a failure.

After the children were sleeping, she slipped out of the apartment and went to the rooftop to think.

"I was starting to think you'd left the building completely," Negan said from behind her as she stood gazing out into the night.

"Can't say it hasn't crossed my mind."

"Ver, I miss you," he told her, stepping up behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close. Her tension did not go unnoticed but he refused to let her go. He wasn't losing this woman without a fight.

"I miss you, Negan. The man who cried after Justin and Lana died. The man who dressed my wounds." she told him tiredly. "I don't like the one who showed up the day the saviors came."

Her words stung. Verity and Haven had been his second chance, but maybe it had all been an illusion. He rested his cheek against the top of her head.

"I don't like him anymore either." he told her. "but I need him. I need the saviors to keep you safe, to keep all my girls and kids safe. People will be coming for me, and I can't let them hurt you because of what I've done."

Verity was quiet for a long time. She had been over and over the situation in her head.

"We could leave. Take our family, what's left of it, and go west," she suggested.

"You got a covered wagon hidden somewhere?" Negan teased.

"I'm serious!" Verity argued, turning to face him. "Why can't we do it?" Negan smiled sadly and stroked her hair.

"Because they'll come for me wherever I am. I should have just let them kill Dixon, then there might have been a chance." he said, his eyes distant. "but I couldn't. I couldn't stand in front of Etta and kill him after she begged for his life. Do you know how many times I've heard people beg for their lives or others' lives? But I looked at that woman and I couldn't do it."

"Do you think these men will help protect you? They're not good men, Negan. These aren't the people who you wanted to protect, these are the men who enjoyed your cruelty." Verity pointed out.

"And they are exactly what it will take to survive. I wanted to believe life could be peaceful, but what we had here wasn't real. It was a respite for a while, but it's not sustainable," Negan argued. Their voices were raised again and they stepped back from one another. Verity lowered her eyes and shook her head. The hollow feeling inside her grew until she couldn't feel anything at all.

His intentions may be in the right place, but the road to hell was paved with good intentions. There was no reaching him. It was over.

***

Negan was storming around the third floor the next morning. The saviors were already on guard - so when the call came up that he was needed at the gate the tension was so thick they could barely breathe.

"This fucking better be important," he told the man at the gate as he climbed up to look over the field between Haven and the forest.

"The men from the supply run are back," Dwight said, watching Negan carefully as he saw the scene awaiting him.

The five men who had been gone for the past week were, indeed, back. They were shuffling around the field, tripping on their intestines, their bellies had been sliced from groin to sternum.

They had also been scalped.

"What the shit?" Negan stared in shock.

"Looks like your girl survived," Dwight said, "which means Dixon did as well, I'd bet."

"Maybe not. She's fucking lost her shit," Negan said, his stomach dropping. He was less concerned with the deaths of the saviors as he was concerned with Etta's state. This was not the work of a healthy individual. He knew because it reminded him of himself after losing Lucille.

"If she killed all five of them herself, then she's a threat to all of us," Dwight said, and Negan couldn't disagree.

***

Verity had used the secret exit the teenagers had once used to sneak out, the one they hadn't thought she knew about. She needed to find Etta, now that she knew she was likely nearby. It was as clear a message as she could have sent. It was the only reason she could imagine anyone would have for mutilating the walkers that way. Of course, if she was mistaken, she was walking out to meet someone with bigger problems. She was grateful Negan had retrieved her .44 with the UTV. Something about the weight of it on her hip gave her a sense of security.

As she drew near the old highway, Verity had the unsettling feeling of being watched. She slowed and crouched, scanning the area carefully, but she saw no sign of anyone - alive or dead. She stood and began to move again, though where exactly she was going she did not know.

Suddenly, she felt the air move behind her and a knife against her throat. She put her hands up slowly, her mind working out every possible move that might buy her a chance at survival.

"No one ever thinks to look up," a voice whispered in her ear. All the adrenaline which had been pumping through Verity's body made her shake even as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Etta," she turned to see the woman once she had removed the knife from Verity's throat and was shocked at her appearance.

"Is that… Etta, is that supposed to be war paint? Or have you been rolling in the dirt?" she laughed out loud at her friend and embraced her.

Etta laughed, too.

"I was taking a page out of Negan's book. Scare the shit out of the enemy, catch them off guard. I figured if anybody watched the movies and shows that built the Native American stereotypes it was these guys. So, war paint and scalpings it was."

"I'm so glad to see you," Verity sighed as she held her friend's embrace far longer than usual.

"So, you've seen it, haven't you? Negan's Mr. Hyde." Etta said once they broke the embrace.

"Yeah," Verity confirmed. "I can't stand it. I can't stand the Saviors, and I can't stand what's becoming of what was supposed to be our home."

"I know. I don't like what he turned me into, either. A liar, a killer. Those men would have killed me if I hadn't killed them, I hope you know that." Etta told her mentor. Verity nodded.

"I know. I need a way to either get our people out or to get rid of the saviors, and soon." Verity informed Etta.

"What about Negan?" Etta dared to ask. She knew Verity to be loyal to a fault, and could not imagine her giving Negan up or letting him be killed.

"I have some ideas. It's just a half-baked plan right now, I'll fill you in when I have the bugs worked out." She replied, and Etta knew the pain in her friend's eyes. She knew it because it was the pain she had felt when Daryl had walked away from her.

"Well, I might have an idea or two," Etta informed Verity. "But first things first; I'm going to need that crossbow.

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xvi - brothers in arms

This is apart of the ‘True Blue’ series, a fanfiction about Joel Miller in The Last Of Us.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN — brothers in arms

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TW — strong language, spoilers, canon-typical violence, mentions of murder

MARGOT HAD BEEN INVITED TO MANY COMMUNITIES BEFORE. But she never took up on the offer. It was never due to the fact she didn't want the stability of being there, but because pain was inevitable. Margot would survive, but what about kids and old people when a clicker came through? What about when food ran out? What about a sickness running through the people?

Margot didn't even like staying wtih Bill and Frank for too long. She liked being by herself.

Her point still stands; as she's here, handcuffed and being gripped by a woman. The man who's ear that had been cut off was rushed off, probably to whatever resembled a doctor here.

They'd all just come inside the gates of Jackson, the community they'd built. The woman loosened the scarf around her face as she watched. Joel was on his own horse, but began yelling after catching sight of someone.

"Tommy!" Joel yelled, his voice slightly raspy.

Margot was watching as the man, who was hopefully Tommy, came down from the scaffolding he was on.

As they pulled each other into a tight embrace. Margot thought about her own brother.

There was something annoying about seeing a family still together after the outbreak — why was it fair they got to still be together when Margot didn't have anyone? Margot knew Tommy was a good person, but so was Juno.

Her thoughts were disrupted when the woman pulled Margot's arm, taking her away from Joel and Ellie.

Margot tried to study the woman, try to figure her out. She was very pretty, and seemed to stand tall against the community. She might've been the leader of the place, or just someone everybody here looked up to.

The woman entered a smaller house, shoving Margot so hard she'd fallen onto the couch in the front room. The woman proceeded to take Margot's backpack and the knives around her body, stripping her of her weapons.

As she grabbed the one off of her ankle, the woman stood up and looked down at her. "What's your name?" She asked.

Margot glared upwards, ignoring the question.

The woman scoffed and shook her head, probably tired of Margot's bullshit.

What Margot had done was stupid. She knew that. But still, it wasn't that stupid. It was self-defense. Margot was protecting Ellie, Joel and herself from a dozen and one people pointing guns at them. It wasn't wrong of her to try and kill one.

"Lift up your left sleeve, let the doctor take a look at your arm." The woman told her, stopping Margot before she could speak anymore. "Do not argue with me right now. I need to go make sure your friends are fed."

Before the woman could leave, she knocked on the wall a few times before leaving out the front door. Margot watched curiously as the door shut behind her, before a young woman appeared besides her.

Margot barely even heard her come out of the room.

She smiled softly at her, her blonde hair falling around her face in waves. She seemed young. Too young to be a doctor. "I'm Violet. I... I'm kinda the doctor around here."

Margot looked her up and down. "How old are you?" Margot asked with a bitter tones

"Can I see?" She asked, ignoring Margot's question.

Despite not enjoying anything in the past ten minutes, Margot lifted her sleeve. She wasn't about to let an opportunity to get medication and ( possibly ) real medical help.

Violets hands were freezing as she began to unravel the gauze around Margot's wound, she pressed her fingers around the wound a few times. Violet was studying her, the skin around the burn and where her arm had been impaled. She lifted her arm up so she could look at the other side, and then placed it down.

"I have some stuff that might make it better. You'd probably need a cast, but we don't have those... so...." Violet drew out her words, clearly nervous about what to do next.

Margot's jaw clicked to the side. She wanted to leave. Go to wherever Joel and Ellie were, and then leave.

The amount of people outside had given her a headache. She was tired of this place. Margot didn't enjoy being in community's, and this was the most people she'd ever seen before in one. It made her nervous.

Violet stood up and disappeared once again into the back room, and Margot could hear the clatter of glass jars and pills. Margot's leg was bopping up and down against the hardwood floor, it's been doing that since she sat down.

Margot placed her hand on top of it to try and stop the movement, but her leg didn't stop.

When Violet came back in, she sat besides Margot once again. She was holding a jar of green paste with purple specks in it, and a roll of gauze and elastic bandaging. Margot glanced at the jar curiously.

"Oh!" Violet smiled, catching her eyes on the jar. She began to explain. "It's a homemade remedy. It has natural herbs for numbing pain. It has aloe, too. So I think it'll help with the burn."

"You think?" Margot repeated.

Violet exhaled, looking at Margot with a crease between her eyes. "I'm only a trainee." She admitted. "The real doctor is helping someone else, someone came and got him and said it was an emergency."

That was probably the man Margot hit, leaving her with a trainee to help her.

Violet didn't say anything more, but began to apply the paste to Margot's wound.

The feeling was strange. It was cooling over the burn but was turning into a liquid and running down the sides of her arms. Violet apologized and began to rub it into her wound, which Margot tried to bite her groans about. The entire area was overly sensitive, and hurt whenever somebody tried to touch it.

Margot felt light-headed when Violet began to wrap the wound in the cotton gauze first, allowing it to soak up the paste she'd applied to the burn. Then, Violet wrapped the wound with the elastic bandage, around her forearm and between her thumb and index finger.

When she finished, she stood up and went to wipe her hands. Margot stayed seated.

"How did you get that?" She asked curiously.

"Long story."

Violet nodded. Silence overwhelmed the room for a minute, before she began to speak again. "I was just trying to make conversation, not pry."

Margot chewed on the inside of her cheek. Once, she'd known another young doctor. Once, she'd fallen in love. Once, Margot was in a community with as many people as Jackson — Margot was done with all of that now — she was going to move on.

Margot guessed that when she went to meet up with Joel and Ellie, she'd be introduced to Tommy, who she'd then have to leave with. The plan was for her and Tommy to take Ellie to the fireflies, and Margot was ready for the entire journey to be over with.

Margot, after being given medicine and a makeshift cast for her arm, was given instructions on where to find Joel and Ellie. Hopefully, they were eating in what was called the Cantina, which was what Violet had called it when giving her directions.

As Margot walked through the town, she couldn't help but get a feeling of deja vu from the community of the QTTC. All the people reminded her of everyone who used to live at the QTTC base. Hundreds of people, including dozens of orphaned teenagers and kids.

Back then, they knew Margot was training to be dangerous. They knew she was going to fight and always win. Margot hated the feeing back then, how everyone knew what she was going to be capable of in time.

But now, everyone knows what she's capable of. She cut off a mans ear, and everyone was scared of her now.

With the snow still crunching under her feet, Margot picked up her pace to the cantina. She didn't want to be outside anymore.

When Margot went in, she was slightly overwhelmed with the room. There was coolers lining the walls, filled with containers of things Margot didn't recognize. Margot knew they were a self-making operation, having their own animals and gardening areas. There were dozens of large tables scattered around the area, either plaid tablecloths or hand-knitted placemats for plates and glasses. Lights were strung about the ceiling, illuminating the room.

There wasn't many people in there, except for a girl around Ellie's age hiding behind a pillar.

"What about her manners?" Ellie raised her voice, catching Margot's attention.

Ellie had yelled at the girl — having her run off and back outside. Margot weaved her way through the tables to sit with them.

Joel chided at Ellie's action. "What's wrong with you?"

Before Margot was even in the seat, she was staring down the woman at the opposing end. It was the same woman who'd taken her knives and put her in handcuffs.

"How is your—" The woman began to say, before Margot cut her off.

"Where are my knives?" Margot snapped.

Joel brought the cup to his lips, not wanting to get involved in whatever frustration Margot was in then.

"They're fine." The woman told her. "But you won't be getting them back for a while."

Joel's brother, Tommy, turned to the woman with a curious expression. He lowered his voice, but everyone could still pretty much hear anyways. "I thought we agreed to give weapons back after they settle in?"

The woman's eyes went from Tommy's to Margots. And with the clearest expression on her face, she spoke. "She threw a knife and cut Kevin's ear off."

Tommy's eyes widened a bit, and his head snapped towards Margot. "Seriously?"

"You aimed guns at us." Ellie defended. "And I want my gun back, too."

Margot shook her head. "Don't give her gun back."

Ellie slammed at the table. "Who's side are you on?"

Her outburst had gained strange looks from everyone at the table. Margot simply didn't have enough patience for Ellie's emotional changes right now, and turned back to the woman. She didn't even know her name.

"Nobody here is armed." The woman spoke calmly. "We have a system here, and our community follows that system."

Margot knew of community's with systems, and most of the time, it didn't work out. She once knew a small establishment in Minnesota that had an alternating route as a guarding system, and fights would break out over complicated schedules. One of the men finally lost it and shot everyone, killing everyone who was in the group.

"Well I'm not apart of your community." Margot folded her arms. "And I just want my knives back."

Despite nobody talking, it wasn't silence. Ellie was shoving the food into her mouth, nearly choking on all of the food.

Tommy cleared his throat, sitting up at the table. "I think maybe y'all might've gotten off on the wrong foot."

Ellie dropped her silverware. "She was gonna have her guys kill us."

"Well, we gotta be real careful 'bout who we let in this place. But it's all bark, we're just tryin'a scare off those who might wanna try us is all."

"Well you gotta couple of 90-year olds shitting themselves out there—" Ellie said. "They say that you leave dead bodies around?"

Margot, already impatient and frustrated with everything throughout the day, couldn't help herself and snapped at Ellie. Margot had never really yelled at Ellie before, sometimes she'd join in with Joel in telling her to calm down or be quiet, but never like this.

Ellie stared at Margot in shock, her eyes beginning to grow red.

Tommy cleared his throat again. "A bad reputation doesn't always mean bad."

"Not always, at least."

Joel turned to stare at her, studying her face for a long time. "Ma'am." He began. "We're all grateful for your hospitality and all. But it'd be nice to have a moment here, maybe just for family."

Tommy sat up, taking the womans hand into his. "Well, uhh... Maria is family, actually."

"Oh, shit!" Ellie said, still looking a tiny bit upset after Margot snapped at her. "Congrats."

Tommy tried to muster a smile for Ellie, but it looked wonky. Ellie glanced at Joel. Whispering to him. "Joel, say congrats."

"Congrats." Joel nodded.

Maria looked to Margot, who stared back at her blankly. Margot didn't say anything or even smile.

Tommy looked at all of them strangely, realizing what a strange crew they all were. "How 'bout a tour?"

AFTER A TOUR OF THE COMMUNE, MARGOT AND ELLIE WERE TAKEN BACK TO A HOUSE. The place, which was about 300 people, had given Margot an intense effect of deja vu. The QTTC was a little bigger than that, but with everyone just living and working together, Margot felt sick to the stomach. Over every small detail, seeing kids with families, teenagers running around together and not feeling any pain at all. There was a hole within Margot, and with seeing every small thing that she could think over for hours, the hole was growing.

Margot was now scrubbing herself in the shower, sitting under the water and allowing herself a few minutes of peace.

Margot washed her hair and body until she felt clean, scrubbing at her scalp and skin until it felt raw.

When she got out of the shower, there was a set of clothes on the mattress, a small jar of some kind of cream and a note from Maria. Margot opened the top and looked it in it, the cream was soft and a pale-yellowish color. She brought it to her face and smelled it.

It smelled like shea butter and vanilla, with a mix of other stuff. Curl cream.

When Margot was younger, her grandmother would use it on her hair after she washed her hair in the kitchen sink. She'd bend Margot over and scrub her hair and tickle her neck until she was a giggling mess.

The bedroom Margot had been given was clearly used as a storage room for quite a few years. Cardboard boxes were stacked ontop of the other, but moved to the sides to make room for Margot. A dusty wardrobe was wiped off for Margot, but she didn't think she'd be using it. She hoped she wouldn't be.

Margot wanted to leave Jackson in the morning, it didn't matter if Tommy or Joel would be going with her or not. She'd take Ellie by herself if she had too.

On the dresser, Maria had left a folded quilt and sheets for the bed. Margot's backpack, which had been given back to her, was leaning against it. Her knives were still nowhere in sight — which meant she'd probably have to go looking for them somewhere.

Margot changed into the new clothes, black cargo pants and a dark gray henley shirt. She rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and tried to remember her grandmother. As Margot took a glob of the cream into her fingers and ran them through her wet curls, she scrunched upwards. Water ran down her fingers and onto her wrists.

When Margot was finished, her hair actually looked good. It was often just frizzy and dry, but now it looked shinier and was softer to the touch.

"Wow." Ellie smiled, walking into the room. Margot didn't notice her standing in the doorway. "I didn't know your hair could get so shiny."

Margot's lips quirked when she saw Ellie. "I didn't know you could smell so good."

"Ha. Ha." Ellie said mockingly, walking around the room and studying it.

Margot thought the room was old and worn. The mattress was nice, though, but she wouldn't say it out loud.

Margot grabbed her pair of boots, beginning to lace them up as Ellie's hands ran across the molding in the walls. "How old were you when all this shit happened?" She asked.

"About. . . sixteen." Margot answered.

Ellie nodded. "I found a diary, is it true all you cared about were boys and school?"

In all honesty, Margot didn't remember much before the outbreak ever happened. She didn't remember full memories. She didn't remember voices or moments that should be happy for her. Something inside Margot had blocked all of that out, and all that was left was fragments of what once was her life.

"I... I remember looking into colleges." Margot admitted, tying her laces. "But I don't remember back then."

Ellie made a face. "I was hoping for something dramatic you'd remember." Ellie admitted, but then her eyes flashed playfully. "But no boys?"

"Who said it was just boys?" Margot asked, standing up from the bed.

As Margot walked ahead, Ellie smiled to herself.

Ellie followed Margot out the door, and across the street to the house Maria and Tommy lived in.

Margot and Ellie entered the house, studying the inside. Ellie called out for Maria, but there was no answer. Margot continued down the hallway until she entered the living room. There was a frame above the fireplace, which Ellie walked closer to.

Kevin — 4/3/00 - 9/29/03 Sarah — 7/20/90 - 9/27/03

Licking her lips, Margot studied Sarah's name for a moment longer. It sounded familiar, and she could hear it being whispered deeply by someone's lips. Whoever Sarah was, however close she was to Tommy or Maria was only thirteen when she died.

The door opened, Maria walking in with two coats.

MARGOT HAD FELT LIKE SHE WAS INTRUDING. From the moment she'd entered the community, she felt like she was boiling over onto the people. Margot didn't feel at place at all, and just felt as if she was invading everybody there.

It'd gotten worse when Maria offered Ellie a haircut.

Maria had explained more than she intended, and the second the truth came out over how Sarah was connected, Margot didn't want to be in that kitchen anymore.

She remembered the name because she had heard it before. When Joel mumbled in his sleep, sometimes Margot would be distracted by the words and try to listen to his mumbles. He'd whispered Sarah before. Multiple times.

Then more came out. What Joel had done. What he was capable of. How Maria disapproved.

What was worse about the entire thing was that Margot had done worse. She always did worse than what most people had already done. People would sob over killing infected kids, while Margot had killed ones who were perfectly fine. What Margot had done, what she was trained and taught to do was always going to ruin her life. Her past stained and tainted what her future could always become.

It made Margot's skin crawl, to think about how everyone could react at her actions. Ellie would be terrified. Joel probably wouldn't speak to her. And if they ever did find out, Bill and Frank would've never spoken to her again if they knew.

Maria was walking between Ellie and Margot, leading the way towards where the movies were happening.

Margot didn't want to go to the movies. She didn't want to be there.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a familiar face in the window of a small store. Joel.

Margot stopped. "I'll catch up with you later." She told them, not waiting for an answer before walking off. Joel was in a shop of sorts, staring at wood carvings. When Margot entered, his head snapped back at her. His eyes were wide, as if he wasn't expecting her to come and find him.

Long ago — when Joel and Margot first met. There was something missing about Joel Miller. Some great big revelation Margot hadn't come to realize until Maria spoke about Sarah.

On September 27, Sarah Miller died. And because of that; something inside Joel Miller died too.

Similar to the way Sarah had been torn away from a happy life, Joel was torn away from fatherhood. He had spent so much of his life being a parent and caring, only for it to be ripped away from him in seconds.

It felt like Margot finally could understand him. He was cold and quiet to Ellie because he was scared. Margot could tell a lot from his eyes, how badly he wanted the sense of structure again. Joel wanted to be a father. He wanted to care and love and be there for Ellie.

But Ellie, a girl in this world, could be taken away at any minute.

It'd become more apparent the last few weeks, because Joel's stress was getting worse. After what happened with Margot, Joel began stressing over anything that had to do with Ellie or Margot being hurt. He'd have small attacks where he wouldn't answer for a minute, his breathing would become irregular and he couldn't focus on anything. It happened after Margot threw the knife at that man, and again outside the small cabin.

Margot glances at Joel, watching how he was trying to fix his boots. "You could ask for new ones." She told him. "Your brother would probably be happy to do that for you."

"Tommy don't need to do anythin' for me." Joel sighed. "I'm fine with fixin' them up on my own."

Margot shrugged her coat off, folding it across her arms. "That's not what I mean. And you know it."

"So?" Joel retorted. He was upset, that much was clear. It got him into a pissy mood, something inside Margot became more upset.

She came in here to try and get him to open up to her. She wanted Joel to tell her what was going on. Margot wanted Joel to admit to himself what she'd realize. Margot wanted Joel to come to terms with what he wanted.

"You have this, Joel." Margot explained, her face hot with a growing anger. Something about how clueless he was acting was pissing her off. "You have your brother. You have a community you're welcome in. You have Ellie — yet, you still sit here and act like you have nothing."

"I don't have anythin'." Joel snapped. "I lose so much everyday... that I don't know what to do with myself sometimes."

There was something so enchanting about Joel's brown eyes, especially as they grew more vulnerable and interested.

"I know you've lost so much before, but you are not going to lose this." Margot explained. But Joel still sat there, not saying anything anymore. Margot tried again. "I want you to talk to me."

Joel moved his head to not look at her anymore, but Margot ignored it. She stepped closer to him and brought her hand to his face, moving his jaw so his eyes would be on hers again.

"Talk to me." She pressed. "Please."

Margot was prepared to get onto her knee's in front of him; just to get him to look at her. She wanted him to confide. She'd been confiding in him for months, and now she was just angry he wasn't doing the same to her.

It was in his eyes. She was close. His eyes were soft and sad, blurring at the corners. Joel was so vulnerable at that moment.

Suddenly, the door opened and Joel's brother came in. Tommy glanced at the two, but Margot was already grabbing her coat from the table. She didn't say anything before she left, barely even casting a glance to Joel and just brushing past Tommy.

Tommy watched as she went, intrigued by her.

There was something about Margot that was different from everybody else. She was different. And although he didn't know anything about her, she was definitely dangerous.

THE SNOW CRUNCHED UNDERNEATH HER BOOTS. The lamplights had created a yellow hue over the road, the light only growing brighter when Margot entered the cantina. She hadn't eaten during her time there, probably because her pettiness had gotten the best of her.

Margot had seated herself in the corner. Purposely. To be away from everything, and hoping nobody would see her eating.

She hadn't eaten with Joel and Ellie. It wasn't that she didn't want to or didn't have an appetite, rather she hated eating in-front of so many people.

It was a habit she picked up years ago — one the QTTC had given her. Back then, the QTTC didn't serve real food to anybody, just food all mixed together in a mush, measured to just the right amounts of protein and preservatives for everybody. It wasn't food. It was poison.

As Margot spread some jam over a bagel, she couldn't stop thinking about Joel. He was stuck in that store, probably arguing with his brother. Margot could've stayed there, told Tommy to wait outside and forced Joel to talk to her. But she ran. There was something wrong with Margot, growing over her brain and ears.

Her mind kept going. She could never stop thinking about different scenarios. What could've been if she chose to do something else.

She didn't even notice Maria came into the cantina until she sat down across from her. "How's your arm?" Maria asked.

Margot shrugged. "Fine."

Maria leaned back against the chair, staring at Margot intently. "I'm not going to lie to you. I'm interested in what happened to it."

"You think I'm going to tell you?"

"I know you won't." Maria shrugged. "I'm still curious, though."

Margot stared at Maria for a long time. She looked like a leader. The way she stood and carried herself, it was clear she knew what to do with her people. And Maria was smart too.

"You know, me and my father started this all. He was a genius, 'always wanted the water generator to work." She pressed her lips together. "It began to work about three weeks after he died."

"I'm sorry." Margot nodded. "I do like this community. It's actually... it works."

Maria smiled lightly. "Me and my father met with other people and we all compromised. It's taken a lot of time. I'm glad you agree."

Margot debated whether or not to engage in a real conversation, or just keep small talking until Maria would leave her be. But Maria seemed nice, and Margot still needed to eat.

"I've been to many communities before, ones that didn't work out. Imbalance and presumption." Margot admitted. "Your system's good — and you seem to really care about everyone here."

Maria's smile grew wider, she shook her head at Margot's words. "I'm honestly... I was never really a people person before all of this. I loved being by myself most of the time. But now, seeing all these people; all these kids. I love knowing I've helped them."

"I didn't know you were apart of the QTTC." Maria continued, giving Margot a sympathetic look after the shock on Margot's face. "I heard about it... those two teenagers and all. It just completely fell apart after that. I'm sorry."

Margot licked her lips together. "Most people who were in the QTTC are dead now, so I didn't really expect you to find out." Margot's head nodded back. "Did Joel tell you?"

Maria shook her head. "I figured it=t out."

"How?" Margot was actually surprised.

"Your age, your frustration... your weapons." Maria listed. "I've never met someone from the QTTC before, but from what I do know, it's very similar to you. I know people who trained like that for all those years don't miss a shot, and you wouldn't have. But your arm — it was hurt."

Maria was right, and it actually surprised Margot. Margot was aiming for the mans temple, right between the eyes, yet her arm had ached and it threw her aim off.

Without saying anything more, Maria pulled out a tin box and placed it onto the table. "There's a couple extra in there nobody uses, but it's all of yours." She pushed if gently across the table so Margot could open it. "You're going to need it, going on the rest of your mission."

Margot shook her head. "You don't need to worry." She looked up at Maria. "I don't really know Tommy, but I know Joel. And... he isn't leaving the rest of this to me and Tommy."

"Exactly. You don't know Tommy." Maria looked down on her. "Tommy would do anything for Joel. That's what worries me."

Margot watched as Maria stood up and left. After she finished eating, she waited as long as she could before going back to the house.

When she went back, Joel and Ellie both locked themselves in their room. Margot could feel a slight coldness between them the second she entered the house, yet continued into her own room.

She sat on her knee's after closing the door, and opened the box Maria had gifted to her.

Inside, all of her knives were in there. Including a few new ones Maria had given to her. Margot reached for the obsidian one, running her finger over the blade carefully.

It always reminded her of who she once was.

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Promise: Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki reader

This is a side story takes place in the YRHR series, after part 1, when the reader returns home, blind.

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"Y/n... Come on, wake up. Its 9 already." You heard him say, feeling the bed dip as he sat on it, gently touching the back of your shoulder. "Aren't you hungry? Mom's making your favourite."

When you gave no response, Shotou pulled the covers away from your face, his brows furrowing at the bandages around your eyes that had loosened up. You had did that, clawing at the meticulously tight knot Natsuo had done; you didn't like how it settled on your eyes.

"You're awake, right?" The only answer he got was you turning your cheek further away from him when he tried to caress it. Shotou didn't like your silence and he missed it when you used to ramble about almost anything to him. He missed when you were happy.

The door bell rang.

Shotou looked at his watch confused. Wasn't Natsuo supposed to come around at 11? He could hear Enji walking to the main door, and after a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps coming towards your room. But then he heard some scuffling, and people talking- he recognised Enji's and Dabi's voices, his brother's getting louder by the second.

"I'll check who's there. Stay."

Stay? You would've rolled your eyes if, you know, you still had them.

A few more minutes passed and you could hear Dabi arguing with someone, and you think that Shotou is trying to calm him down. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you got up from the bed. For the past whole month, Shotou would come to wake you up everyday, carrying you in his arms to the bathroom, never letting you walk on your own, claiming "you'll get hurt".

Idiot.

Taking one small step at a time, you stretched your arms out trying to reach the wall. Once you felt the cold, smooth surface, you used it to guide you towards the door.

No matter what you did, or how many times you told them to back off, that you can do this on your own, they wouldn't let you. Hell, you were pretty sure that if they could, they would breathe for you too. As if trying to instil in your mind that you're helpless without them, incapable of making your own decisions.

I'll show them how fucking capable I am.

After stubbing your toe only once, you finally reached the door, your hand gripping the metal knob. You placed your ear on the door, trying to figure out who and where everyone is standing. The corridor seemed empty and you think everyone is downstairs.

Opening the door, you used another wall to guide you towards the stairs. You hoped Shotou doesn't see you; he'd throw a hissy fit at you attempting to walk down the stairs.

As you took one careful step at a time, you heard the commotion grow louder. You could hear Dabi yelling profanities at the other person, certainly not Enji because Rei or Fuyumi would've stepped in by now to stop him. You used to stop him too, but ever since what happened, you don't really care anymore.

"Why the fuck are you even here?! She doesn't fucking want to see you!"

"Dabi-!"

"And who is gonna stop me? You? I'd be happy to knock you down on your ass- its about goddamn time!"

"Hawks!"

Hawks?

Hawks.

Hawks!

You almost stumbled down the last few steps, but you needed to know- was he, was he really here?

"K-Keigo?"

You heard his wings flap before you felt him, the wind gushed at your body strongly, making you lose your balance. But muscular arms wrapped around you before you could fall, and the winged hero lifted you up and spun you around, making you burst into laughter.

Rei was the first one to cry.

You laughed.

Not a bitter, sarcastic one.

A genuinely happy laugh.

And she missed her baby's laugh so much.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. His heart clenching up a bit as he realised how he missed that beaming look on your face. He realised how fucking naive you were, how you were his little sister that he needed to protect.

Shotou felt envy. Why- why didn't you laugh like that with him? Why didn't you laugh for him? Was he... not a good brother?

Fuyumi actually rushed out of the kitchen when she heard you, her hands coming up to her mouth to suppress the sob that was building up. Too long. It had been too long since you were happy.

Natsuo smiled. He smiled as he saw you chortle when the hero's feathers tickled your cheek. He wished you would smile more often.

Enji's breath hitched as he saw you chuckle into Hawk's shoulder. It was so natural, so lively, so radiant. He had been dying to hear that sweet sound again.

Your heart was beating fast and your stomach was doing somersaults as you felt the air rushing through your hair and cooling on to your neck, the soft feathers brushing across your skin.

He really was here.

But so were they.

And you could feel their eyes on you.

Keigo frowned when he saw you curl yourself into him, as if trying to bury yourself into his chest. When he looked around, he saw them glaring and that's when he puffed out his wings before curling them around you; shielding you.

"I'll be spending time with my goddaughter. Do not disturb us." And with that, Hawks flew you up to your room, locking the door before they could sat anything. He could hear Dabi arguing, but he trusted Enji to handle him.

He set you on your bed, chuckling as you didn't let go of his collar.

"Its okay, dove. I'm here, now- ow!" You cut him off by punching his arm.

"Where were you?!"

"In your heart- ow! Stop hitting me!" He caught your wrists.

"You said you were gonna visit me at home! Its been a whole month-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but believe me, I really was busy!" Sighing, he continued. "The hero commission sent me to Europe for a mission and things got a bit messy, so I got caught up."

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you scowled. "Would it have killed you to call?"

"I mean I wouldn't say kill, but I probably could've lost a limb or two-" He started laughing when when you began getting up to walk to the door.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you, smiling cheekily"Y/n- I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. Come back-"

"No, let go! I don't have time for your bullshit" He continued laughing, easily picking you up and dropping you back on your bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come on, now. Stop being mad." You heard him shuffling. "Besides, I've got something for you!"

He dropped something in your lap. You picked an item, your hands feeling around it, trying to figure out what the rectangular shaped box was.

"Whats this?"

"Oh, here. Let me help you." He lifted the lid of the box and you were immediately hit by a familiar smell.

"Chocolate?"

He hummed in confirmation"Your favourite ones too! They were always sold out! Luckily, I was able to use my charm on the owner."

"Charm? Oh, you mean where you pull that ugly smirk and do that half lidded look with your eyes, and you think that you look hot but you actually just look creepy?"

"Yeah- hey!"

And then the next 3 hours were spent like that, Hawks telling you about Europe and the bad guys he caught, you telling him about the way your family had been treating you.

"They don't let me do anything, they don't give me any privacy! Its like- its like they want me to be a doll!" You gave an exasperated sigh. "They- they act like they are being so generous. Like it was somehow my fault that my eyes got fried!"

"Oh come on. They can't be that bad-"

"They are! So much worse than before. Look, I'm a grown up- I need my space too! You know what Shotou said when I asked him to get me a walking stick? He said I don't need one since he can carry me everywhere. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get carried to the toilet every single day? Do you?!"

"Well, no-"

"And then Fuyumi cuts up my food and spoon feeds me herself! I know I'm blind but its not like I'm gonna stuff the food up my nose or something!"

The hero snickered at that.

"And then Enji reads me these novels or the newspaper and he skips over the parts he thinks I'm too "young" or "immature" to understand! They even monitor what I listen to! Fuyumi or Shotou would be quick to change the channel if something above pg 10 comes on!" You ran a hand through your hair frustratedly. "I asked Enji to get me a Braille and the first few time he pretended like he didn't hear me, before finally saying that I don't need one!"

"Don't worry, I'll sneak in a Braille for dummies the next time I visit."

"Hey-! Wait... what do you mean "next time"?"

"Oh come on! I promise I'll come earlier next time. Maybe in like 2 weeks-"

"No."

"What-"

"No. I want to leave this place today. You promised."

"Y/n-"Keigo reached to place a hand on your shoulder but you pushed him off.

"You. Promised. You said you'll get me out of here when I leave the hospital" You inhaled deeply. "Well, guess what, Hawks? Its been a whole month."

"I know but you're not well enough-"

"I AM! If anything, staying here is harming me more!" Your tone was getting angrier. "You said- you said you would take me away from them."

"I can't do it right now. The hero commission needs me-"

"I need you! Or am I just not worth your time?"

"Please, dove- try to understand. How will I take care of you if I'm out at the agency?"He tried to pet your head but you smacked his hand away, snarling at him.

"You're a liar. A big fucking liar! Was this the plan all along? To give me hope that you'll save me, only to fucking crush it?!" The hero managed to dodge the box of chocolates you threw at him. "I don't need fucking chocolate or your stupid presents. I need to get out of this goddamn house!"

The hero began walking towards the door. "You're not thinking rationally- I'll- I'll leave." But before the hero could manage to take another step, you were leaping towards him, but since you couldn't see, you only managed to fall near his feet. When he grabbed your shoulders to help you up, you were quick to latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

"No- no! Don't go. Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please, don't be mad. I swear I'll behave, just don't leave me here!" Your hold onto him was becoming painfully tight.

Keigo felt like someone was breaking his heart piece by piece as he looked at you. The way your body shook from your pitiful sobs, the way you held onto his jacket as if your life depended on it- he was forced to remember how vulnerable you looked the night he brought you back to the this house. The same night when you begged and begged him to fly you away, that you'll do anything as long as he didn't dropped you back at the Todoroki estate.

"Y/n- darling, love, listen to me. I promised you that I'll keep you save, didn't I? I promise I'll come back soon-"

"YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME! SHE BURNED MY FUCKING EYES HAWKS! I'M FUCKING BLIND! DO I NEED TO LOSE A LIMB FOR YOU TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?! DO I HAVE TO SUFFER FROM ANOTHER "ACCIDENT"?!"

Hawks knew that bitch Rei did this on purpose, he knew and it killed him that he couldn't save you from her. He wanted to tell you that he believed you, and he was preparing a place for you. But the hero knows your siblings were eavesdropping, right on the other side of the door.

He had to be careful and play the fool if he wanted to get you out of this hell hole.

"Y/n please-"

You shook your head repeatedly, pulling him closer to you as you shrieked at him. "No. NO! I wont let you go! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME! Keigo, I'm begging you! Take me with you, please! I'll die! I'll die! I'LL FUCKING DIE, KEIGO! PLEASE!"

Your loud screams had your siblings bursting through the door, obviously using a spare key. "Y/n, whats wrong-" You jumped away when they touched your shoulder, giving Hawks chance to slip away.

You instantly reached out for him, flailing your arms around to get a hold of him again. But the hero was already out the door and your siblings quickly pulled you back into their arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

But you were inconsolable. Thrashing around in Shotou's arms, you kept begging for Hawks to come back. "HAWKS COME BACK! LET ME GO! HAWKS, PLEASE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE!" It pained them to see you like this, so hysterical; Shotou and Fuyumi whispered sweet nothings but you payed them no mind. Natsuo knew you were going to hyperventilate soon, but he was more worried about you bursting a vessel in your head.

Thinking fast, he quickly brought up a tranquilliser- and the moment the sharp smell of the alcohol swab hit your nose, you were wrestling harder to get out Shotou's and Fuyumi's arms.

"Y/n, please calm down-"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! KEIGO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! COME BACK- STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP!" You screamed louder than before when you felt her cold hands gripping your arm, holding it still so that your brother could administer the dose.

As the drug began taking effect, your thrashing slowed down before you finally slumped into Shotou's arms. The tranquilliser numbed the headache that was forming, and you felt Fuyumi use a tissue to wipe the snot and the spit off your face.

"I'll die... I'll die... And you won't be there. And I'll die..."

Hawks was in a trance like state as he watched Shotou tuck you under the covers. He wanted to use his sharp feathers to slice off that cold bitch's hand that brushed the hair out of your face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your daunting screams rang through his ears; his chest felt like some was shoving a knife through it slowly as he played back the image of you trying to wring yourself free from their arms, one hand still reaching out for him. It took everything in him not to grab it and pull you away from those monsters, but he had to remind himself of the bigger picture.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the pyromaniac standing next to him until he spoke.

"This is all your fault."

Hawks looked at Dabi. His fault?

"You shouldn't have come here."

"She's my goddaughter-"

"Shut the fuck up." Dabi narrowed his eyes at the hero. "She's like this because you gave her false hope. Hope, that one day she'll get away from us. You and I both know that's not gonna happen." He sighed before continuing. "You call yourself a hero, but in reality, you're no better than us."

As Hawks turned to leave, not willing to let the villian get on his nerves, Dabi spoke again.

"Dont bother coming back. She won't forgive you. She'll never forget this betrayal."

Hurtful as they were, he knew the words he said were true.

Hawks was almost out the gates when he saw Enji sitting in the garden, looking at the koi pond. He should've left, should've flown away but there was something in Enji's eyes that had the winged hero walking towards him. He recognised the emotion as soon as he got close.

Sorrow.

Or was it guilt?

Perhaps a mixture of both.

"Endeavour, are you... alright?"

The number 1 hero looked away from the fish and blinked at him.

"Hawks? What are you still doing here?"

The blonde chuckled nervously. "I was just on my way out." He gazed at him. "Are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought."

Enji only stared at him. Taking his silence as the answer, Hawks turned to leave.

"Why did you come here today, Keigo?"

Keigo.

He suppressed the urge to shudder the way his name rolled off his tongue.

"She's my goddaughter too. Why? Do you think it was a bad decision to come?"

"No." Enji sighed. "I just- she hadn't laughed like that in a long time."

Hawks stood beside him. "She's still traumatised from the kitchen accident. Its understable-"

"No. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time, even before this happened." Enji's eyes moved towards the night sky. The stars were twinkling extra bright tonight. How he wished you could see it. "Before she lost her sight, she used to look out the window, her eyes searching sky." He gulped. "She was looking for you, Keigo. You- you made her happy, you make her laugh. I don't."

Hawks placed his hand on Enji's shoulder. "That's not true, Enji. You do make her happy. She loves you. She feels safe with you. She sees you as her protector."

"She does?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want things to return to normal, you need to treat her normally too. Just- just talk to her. Sort out the issues and wash away whatever fears she has." Hawks wanted Enji to listen to you, to really listen to you and protect you from Rei. He could only hope that Enji understood what he meant.

Hawks was right, Enji realised. Whatever delusions you have of Rei wanting to hurt you on purpose, of being the "bad person", they can all be cleared up if he just talked to you. Ever since the incident, the family avoided talking to you about Rei or the events that had occurred that day.

If he just talked to you, things will return to normal. You'll become happy again.

"Thank you, Keigo."

Hawks only smiled in return. "I'll be leaving now."

"Okay. When will you visit again?"

"I'll be gone for longer now. The hero commission is sending me on another mission again."

"Oh. Safe travels, then."

As Hawks flew away, he began thinking about the house.

The house where he was going to take you to soon. He just needs to add a few finishing touches before he sets his plan in motion. The plan to rescue you, and eventually Enji, from those sadist that call themselves your family.

He will not let his dove get hurt again.

He'll save you this time.

He promises.

Thoughts?

Idk how this turned out, angst wasn't the plan initially. Guess I'll write godfather Hawks fluff for another day.

Anyways, now that this is done, I'll start working on RE 8 fic now.

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michwritesstuff · 3 years

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Late Nights (The Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron)

This song just gives giant Rafe Cameron enemies to lovers vibes! Also, Holy shit, this is my longest work ever! I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!

This takes place season 1, before Rafe kills Peterkin. Let’s just pretend he’s not a psychopath. He’s still the resident bad boy of Figure 8, but not a killer…

summary: female reader (she/her) x Rafe Cameron When Y/N finds herself abandoned by her friends at a house party thrown by no other than Kook King, Topper Thornton, she finds odd company in the form of her classmates and neighbors that she has taken very little liking to. She is surprised to learn that her disinterest in all things “kook-related” has sparked the interest of a particular kook. tw: mention of alcohol/drug consumption, slight smut (18+) word count: 4.1k

Y/N might’ve been a kook, but if it wasn’t for her consistent attendance to Figure Eight events you wouldn’t have known. She hated all the superficial bullshit and quickly found herself befriending a certain group of pogues who she would often run into while working on the Cut. Everything in her life had been so easy for her, and although she was grateful, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about the privilege she received while her friends had spent their life fighting for a chance. Being able to find an ally in Kie was all that Y/N had to look forward to as she continued to find a place for herself among the fight between class divisions in her small hometown.

Summer was coming to an end, and with a few weeks left you couldn’t help but just enjoy the moments with your friends. Sitting on the small boat as the sun slowly set, passing the blunt around while you all tried to keep a serious conversation going before blurting out laughing at some stupid shit JJ had said. You had even found an unlikely friend in the form of kook princess, Sarah Cameron. You had known Sarah Cameron for as long as you could remember, always greeting each other’s families at events and having at least one class together every year. But this was different, you had known Sarah but never gave her a chance to hang out. When John B mentioned her a few weeks ago and started to bring her around you and the other pogues were stunned to say the least. You knew that she was dating Topper Thornton, I mean everyone knew that, but what she had with John B was different, at least from what you had seen. “This was great guys, but I promised Topper I would meet him at his party. Keep up appearances, you know?” Sarah said unsurely. Everyone looked around, nodding in understandment, except John B. “I don’t like him,” JJ spoke up, standing up for John B who continued sulking in silence. “Yeah, him and Rafe are always doing some shit,” Pope also spoke up. “You guys have no idea,” Kiara replied while rolling her eyes at the thought of the kook boys she had known so well. You also nodded in response. “Yeah, well I would invite you guys, but I can’t imagine that going over well.” Once again everyone nodded in agreement, except John B. “What if Y/N goes with you,” he suggested. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus!” you exclaimed back at him. Sarah turned to you with a shy smile, “It’s not such a bad idea. I mean you would know almost everyone.” “Yeah, so does Kie, you don’t see her being volunteered to go,” you exclaimed again. “That’s because they actually like you,” Kie replied, smirking when you rolled your eyes at her statement, she was right. “C’mon Y/N it’ll be fun. You’ll have me to hang out with and if you absolutely hate it, we’ll make up an excuse and leave. Besides, it’d be nice to have someone there that I don’t need to be fake with.” You thought for a moment before slowly nodding your head, cursing under your breath as your friends cheered around you. “There’s our little kookie,” JJ stated, jumping away in defense as you attempted to punch his arm.

The bass of the music pounded in your ears as you walked up the driveway. If even possible it got louder once you finally entered the front door, you swore your eardrums were about to rupture. Finding the kitchen, you reached out for two truly’s, your disappointment in the night continuing as feeling they were just room temperature. They weren’t your first choice of alcohol to get through a night like this and seeing as though they weren’t even cold made it worse. You instantly cracked it open, downing as much as you could on the first sip. You handed the other one to Sarah, bumping your open can to her’s in an attempt to say cheers. She laughed at you, “I’m gonna go find Topper. You’ll be okay if I leave you alone for a few minutes?” You took another sip before responding, “Figured this would happen at some point, yeah I’ll be good.” Watching her leave your eyes scanned the kitchen, deciding you needed to loosen up some more you pushed off the counter, “I need something stronger,” you whispered under your breath.

Making your way through the house you scanned the room for unattended bottles you could mooch off. To your surprise you were pulled by the arm, “Omg Y/N, what are you doing here?” a girly high-pitched voice screeched. You turned around, already ready to use your preppy voice, “Hey Claire,” you responded in a mock happy voice matching hers. Claire was sweet, n just not your cup of tea. The two of you had always been civil, sharing a few classes here and there. “Mind if I?” you asked, gesturing to the bottle of Tito’s vodka in her hand. “Oh sure, just be careful. I’ve gotten fucked up with this shit more times than I could remember,” she laughed while handing you the bottle. You lift the bottle up to your lips, the taste on the rim barely making an impact on your tastebuds. But as you thew your head back and lifted the bottle you took one big swig. The alcohol ran down your throat, a warmth following the path it took as it settled in your stomach. “Ugh, Claire, that shit is just straight rubbing alcohol. How the fuck do you drink that?” you exclaimed, handing her the bottle as you wiped the back of your mouth with your hand. She laughed at your reaction, “Believe me, in a little while you won’t even care how it tastes. Just know that you’ll feel it.” You nodded your head while once again scanning your eyes across the room. A few feet away was a coffee table surrounded by teens. Claire noticed your interest and dragged you over. Looking up from the table was Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s brother, who on more than one account you had gotten into a heated argument about your choice of friends. The two of you made eye contact as he wiped the leftover residue from the line of cocaine he had just done. Classy as ever Cameron, you thought as you broke eye contact and examined all the other teens waiting their turn. Rafe greeted Claire with a smirk and half-nod before returning his attention to you. “Awww Y/L/N, get tired of hanging around those boring old pogues, and decided to have some real fun?” he mocked while gesturing to the lines set up in front of him. You scoffed at his suggestion, “Keep dreaming,” you responded. Living in your teenage years and drinking was one thing, but if your parents caught you doing drugs there was a good chance you wouldn’t have much of a life to live. Making eye contact with you he slowly lowered himself closer to the table, quickly doing another line before looking up at you again. Is this kid trying to kill himself? you thought to yourself. You reached out for Claire’s bottle, taking another swig before motioning it up to Rafe. “Always a pleasure Cameron,” you stated before handing Claire her bottle.

Leaving the room, you realized that you hadn’t seen Sarah for a while. Wandering around the house in attempt to find her you bumped into Topper. “Hey Top, seen Sarah anywhere?” you asked. “Uhm a little while ago, she said she went to go find you,” he said quizzingly. “Yeah, right. Just kidding, she went to the bathroom. I’ll go find her,” you quickly spitted out. Nearly running you got away from Topper as fast as you could before finding an empty spot on the wall. Leaning back against the wall, you pulled your phone from your pocket and found a few texts from Sarah and one from John B. “Hey Y/N, John B showed up.” “We just left, please distract Topper.” “I owe you one.” You responded back, “ughh ok, I’m on it.” Clicking on John B’s name you read his message, “sorry kookie, had to steal her. thanks!” You rolled your eyes at the dumb nickname him and the others decided for you, their attempt to always tease you about your kook lifestyle. You sent him the middle finger emoji and a yellow heart before turning your phone off and looking around for Topper. Spotting him talking to Kelce you kept your place on the wall. As long as you could see him and he couldn’t see you, there was no reason to suspect anything about Sarah. Besides, after about half an hour you could probably make a break for the exit, and no one would notice.

As you continued to scroll on your phone you were slightly startled by the presence of another human standing near you. Your eyes looked up to a boy standing in front of you. He was tall, but you couldn’t ignore how young and immature he looked. “Don’t even think about it freshman,” you said before he had the chance. He laughed while nodding his head. “Hey, I had to try. Should’ve known a girl as smart as you wouldn’t give me a chance,” he responded. You gave him a quizzical look as you quickly glanced him up and down. He wasn’t too dumb if he knew to compliment your intelligence over any physical feature. He reached his hand out to shake yours, “I’m Nathan.” You glanced at his hand for a second before reluctantly shaking it “I’m Y/N,” you replied. “I know,” he said a little too quickly making the both of you chuckle. “Mrs. Nichol said you were the captain of the mock trial team. She talked to you the other day about me joining,” he rambled on. You laughed at his apparent nervousness. “Oh yeah, well I guess it’s nice to meet you, Nathan. Not exactly the type of place to bring up extracurriculars,” you laughed while motioning to the number of teens, drugs, and alcohol around you. As you did you could feel the stare from a certain kook, no doubt watching your exchange with the boy in front of you. “Probably not, but it did get you talking to me,” he quirked back. Nodding your head in amusement at his reply you responded, “Touché.” As the volume of the music had apparently increased within the last few seconds of your exchange, Nathan leaned forward slightly so he could hear you better. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked while leaning down. “I can take it from here,” you heard Rafe speak from behind you as he slid his hand around to the small of your back. Confused by the situation unraveling in front of you, you were quick to speak. “Uhm, actually Cameron, Nathan and I were having a lovely conversation about something you couldn’t possibly be interested in,” you stated attempting to distance yourself away from Rafe and closer to Nathan. “Yeah, I—” Nathan attempted to speak before being interrupted, “Seriously, Miller, beat it or practice on Monday will be hell.” You confusingly looked at Nathan and Rafe before finally understanding. Just like you would be Nathan’s captain, so was Rafe. “Water polo?” you questioned. “Yeah, you’ll catch a game?” he asked in return. “Yeah!” you said sweetly before a mocking scoff turned your attention to Rafe, to which your surprise still had his hand on the small of your back, it almost felt natural that you hadn’t noticed it was still there. Looking at him expectantly he pulled his hands away holding them up in an ‘ok I get it’ way. “Can I help you?” you asked expectantly. “Care to go for a swim?” he asked. You looked at him confused, you weren’t sure if it was your light buzz from your shots of vodka talking but he seemed just as surprised as you were as you answered, “yes!”

As he grabbed your hand, you quietly followed as he led you through the house. “I’m gonna need more alcohol before we do this,” you exclaimed as loud as you could, hoping he would hear you over the volume of the music. He turned to look at you for a moment before turning back and nodding, showing that he had in fact heard your request. Walking through the kitchen he left you at the counter while reaching into one of the cabinets, pulling down a full bottle of Tito’s. He motioned you from your spot and you continued to follow. “My parents got this as a gift for the Thornton’s but it’s not really their style.” You nodded understandingly, Topper’s parents didn’t really seem like the type to be chugging back vodka shots, they were more sophisticated. Following him through the house you were confused as you walked past the sliding glass door that led to the pool and the dozens of other teens who had the same idea you two had, or so you thought. “Where are we going?” you asked. Rafe stayed silent as you continued following him. Opening another set of glass doors, he let you exit first before quickly following. On the side of the house was a hot tub that apparently no one knew about, seeing as though you and Rafe were the only ones out here. “What the hell is this, Cameron?” you asked. He looked at you, confusion evident on his face. “You said we were going swimming. We can’t do that in a hot tub.” He laughed before handing you the now open bottle of Tito’s, watching you take a sip he replied, “What, did you plan on working on your breaststroke or something?” He said jokingly. “No, I actually planned on playing mermaids. Maybe it’s you who needs to work on breaststroke,” you responded wittily. He feigned shock and hurt, taking the bottle from your hand. “My breaststroke is amazing, just ask your friend Claire,” he winked as you scoffed in amusement and disgust. After taking another sip he handed the bottle back to you, removing his clothes he stripped down until he was in his boxers. That left little to the imagination as you could see the outline of his dick printed. Feeling your eyes, he gave you a smirk to which you sheepishly took another sip of vodka, shaking as you felt the liquid burn down your throat. Entering the hot tub, he sat with arms spread out to both his sides, resting on the edge. “Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked. You nodded, feeling your breath catch in your throat. You handed him the bottle, starting to undress as you felt his eyes drawn to your exposed skin where you had begun to lift your shirt. “Hey! Turn around Cameron,” you exclaimed. He put his hands up in defense, turning his head so his attention was drawn to the bubbles and pressure coming from the jets. Folding your shirt and jeans on to the table nearby you turned back around to Rafe examining your exposed body adorning a basic black sports bra and lace thong. You immediately turned red, not knowing how to react under his intense stare. As you entered the hot tub you slipped when placing your foot on the bench to step in, landing you a little closer to Rafe then you planned. He held your arm as you attempted to steady yourself. “You alright?” he asked. You were able to manage out a “mhmm” as you reached for another sip from the bottle. He gladly handed you the bottle, a lazy smile on his face.

You weren’t sure how you always ended up like this but something about being drunk and outside led to you staring at the moon and stars. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Rafe asked, breaking the silence. You tried to remain calm with his choice of words, not wanting him to know the effect he was having on you. “Just thinking,” you responded quietly. “About what,” you scanned his face for a second, genuine interest radiating off him. “As niche as it sounds, life…I mean doesn’t this all seem so pathetic,” you stated as you continued to stare off into the sky. “Life?” he asked, laughing to mask his confusion. You chuckled along with him, “No, this…pogues vs. kooks. It’s all so fucking dumb. There are so many more problems out there, so many people who need help and we can’t even come together to help people in our own community.” He just hummed as you continued to ramble on, listening to what you had to say. “I can’t help but just feel guilty. I mean what did I do to deserve this type of life. I mean my parents work hard but they’ve had so many opportunities because of their parents and their parents, and it just keeps going. This sort of generational wealth and success…” you quietly trailed off as you realized who you were talking to. “But I mean you probably don’t care,” you said while looking at him. He shook his head with a smirk. “Now I know why Sarah never shuts up about how smart you are.” You looked at him more intently, “what?” you exclaimed. He nodded his head, before turning his attention to the sky like you had before. “I mean, I guess I just never thought of it that way. Kind of blind to the privilege that I have.” “Must be all the coke,” you mumbled to yourself under your breath. He shot you a warning look before chuckling, “might be the coke,” he responded. You laughed along with him before a serious tone washed over him. “I mean it Y/N, you’re just so attuned to the needs of others,” He exclaimed. “Well, you can be like that too,” you reassured him. “Yeah right, there’s not a lot of hope left for me,” he replied sarcastically. “That’s not true. I mean sure you have your flaws, but from what I’ve seen you’re a good friend, loyal and family is important to you. Those are good qualities, and I mean of course you’re not half bad looking.” He laughed at the last part. “Well, Y/L/N, you’re extremely caring, intelligent, and hot as fuck! So, you have that going for you.” It was your turn to laugh and turn red at his comment. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol dulling your senses, but as you looked into Rafe’s eyes you felt yourself being drawn closer. You both leaned in, lips barely brushing each other as your breaths slowed. “Can I kiss you,” he asked. You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. “Please,” you nearly whined. Your tone making Rafe swoon as he gently pushed his lips onto yours.

As happy as you were with his gentleness, the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night had made you far hornier than you liked to admit. Leaning deeper into the kiss you gently placed your hands onto his chest before lightly pushing him back to so you could straddle his lap. As you did so, Rafe took a large sip from the bottle, as you looked at him expectantly. He gave you a smirk before bringing the bottle close to your lips, tilting your head back, you let him pour some of the alcohol down your throat. Before you could process the liquid once again burning the back your throat you pressed a heated kiss on to his lips. As your hands moved up from their place on his chest to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, his hands move from where he was setting the bottle down to trailing around your waist and landing on your ass, holding you in place. As your tongues continued to fight for dominance, he pulled away slightly. Kissing down your jaw and starting to suck on your neck you slightly grinded down on to him while continuing to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hands left your waist, guiding your hips back and forth as you continued to grind on him. As he continued to work on your neck you moaned as he found your sweet spot, “Fuck Rafe,” you exclaimed. You could feel him smirk as he continued. Giving him a break, you leaned forward slightly, changing the angle to which you were grinding down on him and leaving marks over his neck and chest. “Fuck babe,” he stated. “Being so good to me,” he continued as he leaned in for another kiss. “Yes, sir,” you said, testing the waters. You could clearly tell that you were starting to drive Rafe crazy as he moaned into your mouth at your response. Roughly grabbing your hip, he speeded the pace of your grinding. As you continued to litter marks along his chest, he reached a hand up to pull your sports bra down far enough so that your boobs were spilling over the top. The pressure of the band along with the added sensation of Rafe’s mouth on your nipple was almost too much. Along with this you could feel how hard he had gotten under you. I mean, you knew he was big, but this was godly. Your makeout session was quickly abrupted as you both snapped your heads to the sound of the glass doors sliding open. Quickly removing yourself from Rafe’s lap and adjusting your bra, you sat silently, reaching for the bottle again. “What’s up Top?” Rafe asked nonchalantly. Topper looked at you both slyly, clearly knowing what he half-witnessed between the two of you. “Not much, I can’t find Sarah anywhere Y/N. And she’s not answering her fucking calls.” “Yeah, she wasn’t feeling well. Said she headed home; her phone probably died. Don’t worry Top,” you said as convincingly as the alcohol would let you. Topper seemed to accept your answer and reentered the house. Rafe looked at you unconvincingly. “She just left you?” he asks. Avoiding his gaze, you let your hands play with the water. Slowly nodding your head, you responded, “guess so…” “That doesn’t sound like Sarah,” he continued. “Well that’s what happened,” you snapped. Thinking about the conversation you would have to have with Sarah about how you failed to keep Topper distracted and the alcohol finally making its presence in your system known was too much to handle. “Ughh back to reality, I guess,” you groaned out. Rafe pulled you into his side so that his arm was around your shoulder and your head resting on his. “What are you up to now?” he asked. “Figuring how to make it home alive,” you chuckled dryly. He hummed in thought next to you. After a second, he spoke, surprising you in the process, “Stay with me.” “Rafe…” you dragged out unsurely. “Seriously Y/N, that way you don’t have to worry about going home right now.” You looked at him for a second before slowly nodding. Getting out of the hot tub he disappeared for a second before returning with a set of towels. As you both dried yourselves off and gathered your clothes you headed to Topper’s guestroom.

Stumbling around in your drunken state, Rafe grabbed the clothes from your hand. Setting them on a nearby table he turned so that you were facing each other. Reaching down slightly he grabbed your legs from under your thighs so that he was now carrying you. Feeling the warmth of his chest you pressed closer, wrapping your legs around his hips in the process. With each step you slightly bounced against him. The sexual tension from earlier quickly returning. Finally reaching the room Rafe laid down so that you were now on your back while he hovered over you. With your legs around his waist and arms around his neck you gently pulled him in, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips. “I need to shower,” you said shyly. He nodded his head, pulling away slightly so he was standing, and you stayed sprawled out on the bed. “I’ll go get us some water,” he stated as he slowly walked out the room. Leaving the door cracked enough so he wouldn’t bother anyone with the sound of it opening and closing you sat up, finally taking in your surroundings. Getting up and heading to the bathroom you folded your towel, pulling off your bra and underwear as you let the water run until it was hot enough. As you let the water run over your body you stood for a minute, just thinking about everything that had happened that night, you rub your hands down your face, muttering “fuck.” You weren’t sure what was happening, but it was a problem future you would just have to deal with later.

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redjaybathood · 2 years

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This, my friends, is a variation of "Cass finds catatonic Jason during No Man's Land" that already exists, but we're taking it further.

Cass tentatively trusts Batman but she doesn't trust Batman with Jason. She doesn't tell - or, well, let it slip in any way - that she adopted a homeless boy who can't talk while she herself was homeless and couldn't talk. Because the boy is fighting like he is trained by Batman. And boy is he young.

He's the same age as Cass, actually, but it doesn't feel that way. When she looks at him she kinda sees herself, maybe a few years after she ran away from Cain... It was a rough patch, that's all I am saying.

She trusts Batman, or, she wants to trust him. But being willing to work with Batman isn't the same as being willing to put the boy in his vicinity. Because what if she's wrong?

So the boy is her secret. She visits, feeds, protects him when she can. And then Bruce finds out about Cain and the murder thing and flips his shit and they fight - yeah, okay, she doesn't know exactly what went down between Batman and the boy but she is certain that she is right.

Bonus: she does not feel suicidal. Or maybe she still does but she doesn't actually follow through. She has the boy to take care of, so sorry Shiva she has no time for your bullshit.

Then, she finds out Batman is Bruce Wayne. She starts digging into his past hoping to find out more about the boy and voilà! Jason Todd.

Her little brother. Adopted by Willis Todd and Sheila Haywood - Willis was doing it as a favour for Sandra Wusan, as Shiva knew Cain had no use for a spare and wanted to save his life while not wanting to care for him. Then, Sheila and Willis break up, Sheila fucks up and has to run away from Gotham, Willis marries Catherine and she adopts Jason. Then, both die and Bruce adopts Jason. Then, Jason dies.

Then, Bruce kinda, sorta, adopts Cass.

And okay - the way Bruce has been treating her is deserved, she deserves it, she killed a man, Bruce just helps her to be a hero like him.

But what did Jason do? She heard what Bruce tells people about Jason. Sounds like Bruce feels that whatever happened to Jason, is deserved too. And, the most important, how will Bruce treat Jason when he finds out he is alive? Just like Cass? Worse than Cass? Does Cass think Jason deserves it?

No.

Maybe, how Bruce treats her is not deserved either.

It all comes to a head when Robin is fired and when the gang war plays out and Robin - Steph - nobody seen her in days, and Cass is worried because Steph is not safe, and Jason, who is living in a hideout, also not safe. And Cass is literally torn between them.

Then, Jason accidentally gets into a fight while Cass is out looking for Steph, and somebody recognises him - just like in canon. Difference is, they take him straight to Black Mask, who already got Steph.

Torturing Steph didn't get Black Mask the result he wanted. He is willing to try out torturing someone else while she's looking, someone like a former Robin.

Steph does gets free like in canon and fights with Black Mask like in canon, and has a chance to kill him and doesn't, like in canon. Difference is, as Black Mask tries to counterattack - the cavalry, Cassandra, shows up.

Whoever was the thug who recognised and took Jason, they left a trail for Cass to follow right to where Steph was being held. Cass kicks ass and helps Steph to rescue herself. She also introduces her little brother to her best friend.

And, while all three are being patched up by Leslie and swap stories - about how Bruce's treatment of them wasn't the fairest - they figure out a plan. They need a break from Gotham. Leslie promises not to tell Bruce anything, and even helps them get to Africa. Stephanie heals and trains under Cassandra's watchful eye, they also travel around the world and meet a lot of interesting people - like Artemis from Bana-Migdall, for one. Supergirl, who they already know, also joins them. Also, Green Arrow (Connor), Green Lantern (Kyle), Ravager and Deathstroke (Grant and Rose Wilson, Grant is alive because I said so, Rose hijacked Slade's identity also simply because I feel like her becoming a hero as Deathstroke and ruining his decades worth of ruthless mercenary reputation is something I honestly want to see). Who else? I dunno, you tell me.

Oh, and Stephanie becomes Flamebird (like Dick, she was inspired by her Kryptonian friend when she was workshopping for a new superhero name after graduating from Robin). Cassandra becomes Batman. Just Batman. No explanation. She us arguably a better Batman than Batman, so it's the opposite of what Rose did.

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griffintail · 3 years

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Hey Griffin I love your work, your writing is amazing, and I was wondering if I could spare you an angsty request: Parental Tommy falls into deep grief after their child, Reader, goes into prison to tell Dream off for blowing up their home and hurting their father and Uncle Tubbo, and gets killed by Dream. Maybe how Wilbur and Schlatt react to Reader in the afterlife, and what Tommy does to try and get them back. (Inspired by this week's streams)

I went farther than with this than I planned to originally. Lol. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

Quiet Uptown

Pairings: Parental! Tommy x Teenage F! Reader

Warnings: Death, Blood, Mentions of Violence, Angst!!, afterlife, swearing

A/N: (F/L) is first letter of your first name because that’s just a Tommy thing.

Sam hesitated when (Y/N) had stepped into his prison that day.

The young sixteen-year-old girl stood there; her eyes filled with determination as she waited for Sam to speak.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked, standing up. “Does Tommy know you’re here?”

“No.” She answered truthfully. “He won’t realize I’m gone for maybe two hours. He wouldn’t ever let me near here but I want to give Dream a piece of my mind after everything he’s put my family through. Dad and I both own only one life after everything he’s one and I want to let him know how badly he lost.”

“I…Don’t think this is wise. You’re just a kid.”

“I’m more than a kid! Everyone seems to forget I fought for Pogtopia at the age of thirteen and lost a life for it. I went and helped dad every day in his exile when no one else would! Dream killed me for that bullshit and I refuse to let him think he has control over me and my family anymore.”

Sam could see it was more than that. She wanted to know that Dream no longer held control over her and her family. Dream had taken everything from them. Their nation, their family members, their two spare lives, their friends. Now he was locked away after Tommy won and she needed to know he couldn’t control them anymore.

“Alright. Well, I need you to read this carefully and sign it.” Sam slipped into his role as Warden.

He walked (Y/N) through the clearance steps and lead her down through the prison.

Dream was a broken man. Sam made sure his spirit was broken and the masked man had long since stopped trying to escape. The poor young girl needed closure.

…Sam was overconfident in his abilities.

“If you need anything, call for me,” Sam told her and she nodded.

And she was let into the cell.

The man of the hour was surprised by his visitor, picking himself off the floor as he grinned behind his mask.

“Well, well, well. It’s little Innit.”

“Shut up.” (Y/N) immediately said. “You’ll listen to me today.”

Dream held up his hands, giving a laugh. “Alright. Let’s hear what you have to say.”

(Y/N) looked around the small cell and was reminded of her father’s claustrophobia…that Dream caused.

“It’s fitting for you to be in here. Trapped in a box. Your life thrown in a hole, waiting to be destroyed.” (Y/N) said. “You did a lot to my family Dream, you hurt them, you killed them. There are people out there that say you don’t deserve this but I know everything you’ve done. You’re going to rot in here forever if it’s the last thing I do.”

“You’ve got a pretty big ego there.”

“You’re one to talk! You took everything from us because you couldn’t handle that we took away even a bit of your power!” She took a deep breath to calm herself and Dream saw the Tommy in her. “You tried to kill Tubbo, you were going to used what everyone loved against them. You’re a psychopath and you can’t be let out.”

“People can change though. I can change and get out.”

“You’ll never change! You’re talking bullshit and I know! Dad knows it! Sam, Tubbo, Quackity! You’re just bullshit! You’re a green little bitch and you’ll never get out! You can’t hurt us anymore. We’re in control now and we’re free from you forever.” She told him, getting in his masked face without thinking.

She never meant to go so far into the cell…Sam had asked her not to…

Dream’s grin turned wicked, (Y/N) unable to see it but she felt something in the air change and she paled slightly as she took a step back towards the netherite barrier realizing how far she went.

“I might not be able to hurt anyone…outside!”

“SAM!” She screamed, bolting for the barrier…but Dream was faster…

“DREAM! DON’T!!” Sam commanded as he tried to bring the lava down as fast as he could! …

…

“Come on Tubbo. You’re getting shit at this.” Tommy laughed as he knocked Tubbo’s wooden training sword out of his hand.

“You’re such an arse.” Tubbo huffed, going over to get some water.

Tommy grinned. He had missed this, just being to train with Tubbo for the hell of it. (Y/N) said she needed to do something Ranboo, so it felt like he was missing something during the training but he was glad to know she was able to go out in the world without him worrying. Dream wasn’t out there anymore.

The taller man was practicing his swings when Tubbo heard both their walkies beep. Someone must be calling them. Tubbo picked up his walkie, going to answer but his eyes went wide as he saw why the walkie had beeped. He dropped it, taking a step back, making Tommy look over in confusion.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tommy asked, going over to see what it was.

“T-Tommy, don’t—” Tubbo started but Tommy had already picked up the walkie.

Tommy entire world stopped as he stared at the words on the screen.

(Y/N) was slain by Dream

“This—This is a stupid fucking joke.” Tommy tried to say, looking at Tubbo.

But Tubbo had both his hands over his mouth as he was already starting to cry.

“She…He’s in prison!” He shouted as he went for his own walkie. “This is shit joke Tubbo!”

He couldn’t breathe as his walkie displayed the same message. It felt like the world around him was getting smaller as he couldn’t think of anything but those five words.

“It’s not true!” Tommy screamed before snatching up his gear.

He ran out the door to find it raining. His trident came off his back and was soaring through the air after throwing it through the rain. There was no fucking way, she was with Ranboo! Dream was rotting in a cell! He made sure of it!

His baby should be as safe as she could be!

Mud splashed all over him as he landed in front of the prison complex, soaking wet but he felt so numb. He couldn’t feel anything. He didn’t care about anything else, he just wanted to know who was playing this cruel joke.

“SAM!” Tommy stormed in.

Sam clutched the figure to him as he made his way past the empty prison cells hearing Tommy’s voice.

He failed…

This was all his fault…

Sam stared at the last door where Tommy shouted his name again before taking a deep breath and opening it.

Tommy snapped his head over and his entire world collapsed as Sam held the bloody figure in his arms. Their blood was coating Sam’s armor along with their own clothes.

“No, no…NO! NO!!” Tommy shouted as he gripped his head taking a step back.

That couldn’t be her, it just couldn’t be! She shouldn’t be here! She wasn’t here! It was all a…a dream…a nightmare!

“Tommy.” Sam let out a heartbroken voice.

Tommy looked up and looked to her neck. The (F/C) bandana was undeniable…

Taking a shaky step forward, Tommy took the girl from Sam before collapsing to the ground, sobbing when he saw what Dream had done to her. He rocked, back and forth as he held her close.

“Please…please little (F/L)…come back to me. I’m here now.” Tommy choked out his words as he stared down at the bloody girl. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. Please come back (Y/N).”

He put his forehead on hers as his tears stained her face.

He let out a heartbroken scream!

And it echoed all throughout the prison, making Dream’s maniacal laughter continue in his cell.

…

“Who’s this?” A voice asked.

(Y/N) groaned at the feeling of a pounding headache before looking up.

“(Y/N), I didn’t expect to see you here first.” She heard a much more familiar voice.

She looked up seeing her Uncle Wilbur grinning at her.

“W-Wilbur?”

“Ayup.” He chuckled. “Nice to see you again kid.”

“Where…Where…” She looked around at the darkness, startling when she saw the familiar ram man and scooted away. “Schlatt.”

“Hey, brat. Nice to see you again.” He grinned. “Welcome to the afterlife.”

“I’m…I died?” Her breathing picked up.

Her head started to hurt and she gripped onto it as she remembered. The blood…the pain…daddy save me!

She startled feeling a hand on her shoulder, seeing it was Schlatt as Wilbur stood there with his hands in his coat.

“Yeah, it’s going to be pretty hard.” Wilbur shrugged. “We’ll…show you around.”

Wilbur laughed as Schlatt rolled his eyes.

“Come on brat.” He offered her a hand. “We’ll explain it all to you.”

…

Tubbo was waiting at Tommy’s base, his own heart shattering seeing his best friend sniffling as he wiped away his tears while covered in blood.

“No.” Tubbo breathed.

Tommy couldn’t think at the moment. The world seemed unreal. He couldn’t feel the rain hitting his body or the cold starting to set into him.

“My little girl’s gone Tubbo.” He muttered.

“I’m so sorry Tommy. What…what happened?” Tubbo asked.

“I-I don’t know. I just…” Tommy put his hands through his hair, his breaths coming out short. “(Y/N)—She…Holy shit��My poor little (F/L)…”

Tubbo came over putting his hands on Tommy’s shoulders. “Breathe Tommy.”

“How?! My—She’s gotten! Beaten and blooded! She must have been terrified and I—I wasn’t there Tubbo!” Tommy shouted putting his hands over his face.

“…What are you going to do?” Tubbo asked.

Tommy rubbed his hands over his face. “I can’t think, I need…I need the night to get anything in me…”

“Yeah, ok. I’ll stay.”

“No, I…I really need some time alone right now,” Tommy told him.

“…Ok. I’ll get a room at the hotel so I’ll be close by, ok?”

“Yeah, alright,” Tommy muttered before pushing past into his house.

Tubbo let tears roll down his cheeks before he looked at the prison, marching himself over.

Tommy stood inside the house and…it felt so small and so quiet. He laughed bitterly to himself. Finally, it being quiet uptown made so much sense to him. Everything felt so dull and silent.

Slowly, he went into his ender chest and pulled out his first disc. He stared down at it as he remembered finding (Y/N) after he found this disc. He ran a thumb over it as he remembered every time, he fought Dream for it till the final battle. He went to the bedroom, staring at the made bed across the room.

He went to the jukebox and put the disc in as he sat on his bed staring at the empty one. His body broke down again as he cried into his hands.

“If I had just kept the memories and you instead of this stupid disc you’d still be here!” He shouted to air. “I’m so sorry (Y/N)…I’m so sorry…”

At the prison, Tubbo stormed in with a trident in hand.

“What the hell happened?!” Tubbo demanded, Sam, sitting on his desk trying to process his own thoughts.

“I was too late…” Sam muttered.

“That answers nothing. What happened?!”

“…She wanted to see Dream. She wanted closure after everything you’ve guys have been through…she was just a kid…and…”

“Yeah, she was a kid, so why did you let her in?!”

“Because she looked so broken. She wanted to see Dream couldn’t hurt her anymore. I-I-I thought I got the strength out of him! Then…she screamed for help…I tried to get in as fast as I could…he just laughed when I came in…”

“…You shouldn’t have let her in.”

Sam hung his low, knowing he was right.

…

(Y/N) sat watching the two men play solitaire.

“Why’d you even go and see Dream?” Wilbur asked as he laid down an eight of spades on a nine of hearts.

(Y/N) felt her throat tighten, it always making her feel weird when she did it past few days as she didn’t need to exactly breath.

“I was having nightmares, Dream getting out and sit. I just…needed to see he was away, unable to hurt me.”

Wilbur snorted and Schlatt punched him.

“Shut the hell up man,” Schlatt told him.

“Well, it obviously didn’t help, she’s here.” Wilbur rolled his eyes as Schlatt put down a five of diamonds. “And no punching, that’s round five.”

(Y/N) breathing picked up and Schlatt huffed, throwing his cards down.

“We’re not going to finish?” Wilbur questioned.

“No, you’re driving us both nuts. Let’s go kid.” Schlatt hoisted her up and away, surprising her as that was the first time, he didn’t call her brat.

(Y/N) glanced back seeing Wilbur continuing to play his game without them. She remembered Wilbur being insane before in Pogtopia. This was a whole new level.

“We’ve been here for years,” Schlatt spoke, making her look at him. “He was nuts before; he’s even more fucked up now. I’m still more me because I’d rather sleep through this shit. You know the phrase I’ll sleep when I’m dead? That’s what I’m doing.” He grinned at his own joke.

She snorted quietly, as she looked at her hands. “I just want to see my dad so bad…I lied to him as my last thing and…I miss him.”

“I know kid. It’s hard for us to get down there though. I don’t even know how fuck face managed it.”

“…Do you think he’s mad at me?” She asked.

“No, I remember that stupid kid. If anything, someone probably had to hold him back, foaming at the mouth, from killing Dream himself with his bare hands. He wouldn’t be mad at you.”

She smiled softly. She wished this had been president Schlatt and maybe everything would have been better. But Wilbur was right, L’Manberg needed to go, it corrupted everyone.

…

“Tommy,” Sam said as they stood in front of the lava wall.

Four days had passed. Tommy had a funeral for his little girl and there had been gifts and tributes for her, but nothing made it, her. He felt like he was suffocating constantly and he couldn’t take it anymore. She had no ghost so Phil’s research would give him no help. But…there was one other thing.

“You know what he’s going to ask for,” Sam spoke the obvious.

“I know. He’s not going to get it.” Tommy said, his voice dead.

Sam gripped the lever that would bring down the lava wall. “He hasn’t eaten in two days, he’ll be weak.”

“Good. Now let me in.” Tommy stepped forward.

Sam hesitated before pulling the lever. After a few minutes, Tommy was standing behind the netherite barrier. Dream grinned, his mask off as he stood up, holding his hands out.

“The man of the hour! I’ve been waiting for you!” Dream laughed.

The barrier dropped and Tommy walked in.

“Bring her back.” Tommy simply stated.

“Can’t without the book, you know what I’m going to need.”

Tommy nodded, walking forward before hitting Dream with surprising force that sent him to the ground.

“We’re…going to have a nice long chat,” Tommy told the surprised man in a monotone voice. “And it’s going to end with where you put that book or how to get my little girl back. So, let’s talk bitch.”

Tommy would get her back. He wouldn’t let this be the end.

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Twisted 23 - Surrender [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking.

Word Count: 4400

Summary: Secrets can’t stay hidden forever.

The possibility of you sitting with a killer who had sworn to destroy you was scary for sure, but thinking that the said killer could be much closer to you than you had thought was enough to make your blood freeze in your veins.

It was as if you were going through the same thing that had happened with your dad ages ago, but with a small difference;

Your dad had never tried to hurt you, but this time the killer was coming after you.

Spencer stood beside you as you exhaled the smoke of your cigarette into the air, your hands still shaky but you forced yourself to focus on the police and the FBI escorting people out of the building while he kept his gaze on you.

“You might be wrong though?” you managed to ask, looking up at him, “Right? Maybe it’s not—maybe it’s not someone as close to me?”

Spencer heaved a sigh, “We need more evidence, but you need to keep that in mind that it is possible. I mean— it makes more sense than it being just a stranger, don’t you agree?”

“I don’t agree that I’ve had the misfortune to be close with two serial killers throughout my life, no,” you murmured through frozen lips, “Maybe it’s me. Maybe I was doomed to survive one serial killer to be killed by another.”

“I will never let that happen.”

You took another drag of your cigarette, “I have a feeling the killer might end up not asking for your permission, professor,” you stated and turned your head when you heard the sound of heels coming closer. Mina ran a hand over her face, clearing her throat.

“I sent Kenz away from here,” Mina said and it didn’t escape your notice how she was deliberately avoiding giving any details, just in case. “We’ll regroup at mom’s place, you, me and mom.”

“Just us?”

Mina clicked her tongue, “All things considered,” she murmured, “So I’m not going to beat around the bush; we both agree that it’s not Kenzie right?”

You nodded, “Clearly,” you said and pulled your brows together, “Wait, we’re sure it’s not Kenzie but we still suspect each other?”

“I don’t know, do we?” Mina asked back and you shifted your weight, looking down at the cigarette in your hand.

“Mina, I don’t—”

“Listen, it’s not the place for this conversation,” she interrupted you, “Mom’s place, half an hour.”

“That might not be the best idea,” Spencer said, looking between you two and Mina scoffed.

“It’s not our first rodeo with a serial killer among us, Dr. Reid,” she said, “I already gave a list of my alibis to your colleagues, so did my mother. There’s nothing to keep us here.” She nodded at you, “Don’t be late, we have a lot to talk about.”

With that, she walked away from you two and grabbed her keys from the valet while you stubbed your cigarette.

“So did you check everyone’s alibis?”

“Yeah, at least the people close to you,” Spencer said, “They all look solid.”

You raised your brows, “But?”

Spencer clenched his jaw, “I need to go over all the files, all the recordings with your father—”

“I don’t think it’s my father who’s behind this. Not this time, and not at the cabin. He wouldn’t dare.”

He frowned, “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Well think about what happened the last time I-“ you snapped your fingers, “Right. You weren’t there.”

“What happened? Luke just said you walked away because your father got on your nerve.”

“That’s one way to put it,” you muttered and motioned at the valet to give him your ticket so that he could bring your car, “Listen, I gotta go. Mom is probably at home and Mina is going there and I can’t….I need to talk to them.”

“It might be dangerous.”

“Spencer, it’s my family we’re talking about,” you insisted, “I can’t— if I start suspecting them too, I have nothing left to hold on to.”

He opened his mouth to disagree but you saw Luke coming closer to both of you.

“Hey, Rossi says we need to get back to the office. Emily and Tara are already there,” he told Spencer and turned to you, “We need to stop meeting like this, trust fund baby.”

“Dude, you guys are the ones who show up and scream murder everywhere I go.”

Luke chuckled, holding up his hands and mocking surrender while valet pulled over in front of you.

“Here you go ma’am.”

“Thank you,” you offered him a small smile before you looked up at Spencer. “I’ll see you later I guess.”

“Call me when you get there, we’re also sending a car to your mother’s place and your place just to be sure.”

You nodded, heaving a sigh and Spencer squeezed your arm as if to assure you before pressing a kiss on top of your head.

“Be careful.”

“Hey I was trained by a serial killer, how many people can say that?” you tried to joke as you walked to your car, “I’ll be fine.”

You got into your car and valet closed it, then you started the car and drove off.

***

The living room was completely silent in your mother’s house. In fact, the whole house was silent, the only noise was the constant ticking of the huge clock on the wall while all three of you sat still, waiting for someone else to talk. Your mother drummed her fingernails on the table, something she would reprimand you for doing if it were another time, Mina bit inside her cheek, her gaze fixed on the wall and you downed the whiskey in your glass, then filled it again.

“Okay,” Mina said and sat up straighter and looked between you, “I just want to say, if it was someone in this room this whole time, we can- I can fix this.”

“Jesus Christ, Mina!”

“You can’t possibly suspect-“

“We’ll say it was dad’s influence, we’ll call it trauma after-“

“Do you hear what you’re saying?”

“I’m just saying, if it is one of us, it’s dad’s fault.”

“It’s not one of us!” you insisted but then you turned your head when you heard the doorbell ring. The sound of heels came closer and Mina threw her head back as soon as Kenzie walked inside.

“Kenz, I told you to-“

“Yeah, spare me the bullshit, I came as soon as I made sure Lily was alright and safe,” she waved a hand in the air and you closed your eyes for a moment.

“Kenzie, you really shouldn’t be here.”

“Why? So that all of you can dramatically blame each other? I know how you guys get, there’s not an ounce of logic between the three of you.”

Your mom heaved a sigh and got the whiskey bottle from you, “What did Spencer say again?”

“That it was possible it was someone at our table. It’d make more sense than it being a stranger.”

“So either one of us, or Lincoln, or Nolan.”

Your mom gasped, “Nolan had nothing to do with that!”

“Just saying, it wouldn’t be the first time some man you loved didn’t turn out to be the man he pretends to be-“

“Mina, low blow,” you cleared your throat and your mother narrowed her eyes.

“I know it’s not him.”

“Then it has to be Lincoln.”

You let out a small laugh, “Dude, don’t you remember what he was like when we were children? He cried when he saw me scrape my knees and his mom had to take him away.”

“People change.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d know if one of my best friends were a serial killer, Mina.”

“He came late to the auction.”

“So did all of you!” you insisted, “You don’t see me blaming you- by that logic where were you?”

“Are you kidding me? My meeting took longer than I expected, go check my security camera footage. Where were you?”

“Mina!”

“I was literally talking to Spencer while it was happening!”

“Are you two seriously blaming each other?” Kenzie gawked at you and Mina shrugged her shoulders before turning to your mother.

“How about you mom?”

“What is this, an Agatha Christie novel?” your mother asked, exasperated, “Ask the driver, it took us more than an hour to get there because of the accident.”

“It could be anyone in that auction hall, yes, including someone in this room but they checked our alibis. Spencer said it was a possibility, not that it was certain,” you managed to say, “They still need more evidence and I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to start blaming the only people in my life that I actually trust.”

A silence fell upon you and Kenzie sat down beside you, then filled herself a drink as well.

“The moment we start blaming each other, we’re lost,” she said, looking Mina in the eye, “Your dad almost tore this family apart once, don’t let this copycat do the same. It’s not one of us and you know it.”

“No one is blaming you Kenz,” you rasped out and Mina ran a hand over her face.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, “Jesus, I’m— it’s just that… It fucks with my head.”

“You get used to it,” you sipped your drink and turned to your mother, “For what it’s worth, I really don’t think it’s Nolan either. I mean what are the chances of getting married to a serial killer twi—“ you stopped talking as soon as Kenzie kicked you under the table and Mina gasped, shooting you a look as you covered your mouth. Your mother stared at you, her jaw dropping and you cleared your throat, trying your hardest to come up with something.

“I mean—“ you stammered, “I’m drunk and I just saw Spencer being all hot and whispering in my ear after there was a murder so my feelings are all over the place, I don’t know what I—“

“Now that she fucked up first, I can say it.” Mina said, “Nolan will ask you to marry him.”

“I was un-fucking it!” You hissed and Mina scoffed.

“You haven’t un-fucked a thing in your goddamn life.”

“I can’t believe this is how I’m finding out about this,” your mother breathed out, still staring at you two and you let out a whine, burying your face into your hands.

“I’m sorry!” your voice came out muffled and Kenzie let out a giggle, patting your arm as you raised your head again, “I- well- my dad was a serial killer!”

“What is that, your out of jail card?” Mina asked, “The same guy was also my dad but you don’t see me giving out secrets and spoiling surprises.”

“When did he say that to you?” Your mother asked, sitting up straight, “Y/N, you’re telling me everything right now!”

“I saw my ex looking hot tonight and someone got murdered while I was flirting with him, I’m allowed to mess up once or twice!”

“That’s a strange way of describing your whole life.”

“Shut up Mina or I swear—“

“Y/N!”

“He asked for my blessing and I said yes,” you murmured, “So did Mina and Kenzie. But I think we all threatened him first, right?”

“Nope, you’re the creepy one in this group.”

“Yeah I think it was just you.”

“Fine! Okay, I threatened him first,” you admitted as your mother stared at you, “In my defense, I was also pretty drunk back then because of my break up with the love of my life, in case anyone at this table forgot—“

“I wish. Maybe I could try to forget it if you stopped talking about it for five fucking minutes though.”

“Babe!”

“And my serial killer father—“

“Having daddy issues isn’t an excuse to be a snitch, bitch.”

“Mina, stop insulting your sister for a moment,” your mother told her and turned to you, “What did he tell you?”

“That he has been in love with you for… I don’t know, centuries because he’s like a five hundred years old vampire.”

“He feeds on money though, not blood.” Mina pointed out, “I actually can see him as an evil lord somewhere, now that you mentioned.”

“Getting information from this family is a nightmare,” your mother heaved a sigh, “And?”

“And nothing. Make sure to get your nails done when he takes you on a dinner now that we all gave him our blessing but I’m so not planning your wedding, my client list is full.”

“Nobody buys that excuse Y/N,” Kenzie reminded helpfully and your mother shook her head.

“Oh but I can’t possibly—“ she heaved a sigh, “I can’t marry him yet.”

Instantly, all three of you turned to him with the same surprised expression on your faces.

“…Were you gonna hit it and quit it mom?”

Your mother pinched the bridge of her nose “Mina, what is wrong with you tonight?”

“I have no idea. Is this what being traumatized is?”

“Yeah welcome to the club, I’ve been here for a while,” you waved your hands in the air, “Mom, I thought you loved Nolan. Don’t you?”

“No, I’m completely in love with him!” your mother said quickly, “He’s the best man I’ve ever known or been with.”

“Meh, let’s not pretend the bar is—“ Mina started but stopped talking when Kenzie elbowed her, “Sorry. I’m just going to keep drinking over here to keep my mouth busy.”

“But?”

“Sweetie, I can’t get married when…” your mother gestured at you, “When you haven’t found a partner yet!”

You made a face, “Why did we teleport into Jane Austen times all of a sudden?”

“No, you know what people would say.”

“Since when does that stop you?” you asked her, “Come on, who the fuck cares what anyone thinks? They can all go to hell.”

“Y/N, I appreciate the thought but-“

“Mom,” you said, “I might just end up alone, okay? You can’t spend the rest of your life waiting for me to get married or find a partner or something just because of some stupid unwritten rule. Fuck those people, let them talk.”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to have an actual wedding either.”

“Who’s coming up with these rules?” Mina exclaimed, “Mom, do whatever you want. This family threw appropriate out of the window long ago.”

Kenzie nodded fervently, “People will always find something to criticize, you can’t let that get to you. If you love him, go for it.”

“But wait for him to propose first, I have a feeling it’ll be the biggest ring I’ve ever seen,” you clinked your glass with hers and wiggled your brows, “Can I please be the one to tell dad though? I want to record the look of devastation on his face. I’ll make it my wallpaper.”

***

The next day, you tried your hardest to focus on work. Even if Spencer’s words kept echoing in your ears, you couldn’t help but think that he had to be wrong.

Maybe he was. Maybe it was someone else in the hall, other than your family or Nolan or Lincoln. It was impossible for you to suspect anyone in your family, and Nolan and Lincoln had had more than enough time to be alone with you and hurt you, but neither of them had given you any sign of being dangerous.

Besides, you were sure that after spending so much time with your father, you’d be able to tell if it was someone around you.

Or at least you hoped so.

You took a sip of your rosé and bit inside your cheek, staring at your dinner table in the middle of the living room which now looked like something pulled out of a horror movie. You heaved a sigh, holding your hand over the various types of knives, the memory flashing in your head.

��Alright Petal,” your father tugged you by the hand so that you could get closer to the coffee table full of knives, “Let’s see if you studied like I told you, hm?”

“I have!” you gave him a bright smile before you bit at the stick candy and he raised his brows.

“Honey, don’t bite at candy, you’ll ruin your teeth.”

“No I won’t,” you said stubbornly, still holding the candy tight, “I’ll brush my teeth afterwards.”

He heaved a sigh and grabbed a blade off the table, then held it up.

“What is this?”

“A trench knife,” you said, looking at the handle that looked more like brass knuckles your father had shown you before, “You can hold it over your fingers so it’s better for…for…”

“Close combat.”

You nodded, still chewing on the candy and your father put it back, then showed you another.

“This?”

“Push dagger!”

“How do we use push dagger?”

“When you hold it in your palm, the blade is between your fingers.”

“So that…?”

“So that the prey can’t see it until it’s too late.”

He nodded, “You really did pay attention, Petal,” he commented and you giggled, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet and turned the candy in your mouth as he held up another blade.

“This?”

“Butterfly knife!” you said and motioned at him, “I want that one.”

“Because it’s called a butterfly?”

“Daddy I love butterflies!”

He smiled, then grabbed another from the table, “Do you know what it is?”

“Another butterfly knife?”

“No honey, this is called a trainer, see?” he showed you, “I want you to practice with this first. It has no knife, so you won’t be cutting yourself until I say you can switch to an actual one.”

You clicked your tongue, twirling the butterfly knife between your fingers, the motion almost automatic. You had become so good at it when you were a child that you didn’t even need to think about how to flip the knife after all these years, your hands already remembered it.

“Trench knife, push dagger,” you counted slowly as the thunder lit up the dark sky outside, “Good for close combat, good for stealth….Stiletto, good for deeper wounds. Bowie is good for—“ you were cut off when you heard someone banging their fist on the door. You could feel your heartbeat getting faster and you flipped the butterfly knife in your hand, approaching the door but as soon as you looked through the peephole, your stomach made a happy flip.

“Spencer?” you muttered and opened the door, “What’re you—”

“Are you insane?” he cut you off, glaring daggers at you and you pulled your brows together.

“Huh?” you asked as he walked past you into the apartment and you closed the door before following him. He ran a hand through his curls, clearly the rain outside had made his hair even messier and he turned around to say something, but then got distracted.

“Why are you holding a butterfly knife?” he asked and you flipped it again before throwing it on the table and he frowned at the sight on the table.

“What the hell is this?”

“Uh, butterfly knife, trench knife,” you pointed with your finger as you counted them, “That’s a stiletto knife, that’s a switch blade, right next to it is a push dagger and the one over there is called—“

“I know what they are, why am I looking at them?”

You arched a brow, “Take a guess.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“What?” you let out a bitter laugh, “I’m done taking it lying down, okay? Last night was the last straw, if that copycat wants to come after me, I say let them. The man who they’re looking up to was the same man who trained me for my whole childhood, I like these odds.”

“Yeah?” he scoffed, his eyes narrowed in anger, “Is that why you threatened one of the most dangerous serial killers of our time?”

You tilted your head, “My father?”

He threw his hands in the air, frustration getting the best of him,

“Yes, your father!”

“So you basically ran all the way here to yell at me because I threatened my father?” you asked as you walked past him, then grabbed your wine glass and leaned back to the table, “Don’t worry professor, it’s a family thing. We’re impulsive. He’ll be fine, unfortunately.”

He ran a hand over his face, “What were you thinking?”

“To be honest with you, I kind of wasn’t thinking,” you pointed out before you took a sip of your wine, “How is he these days, by the way?”

“I’m glad you find this entertaining,” he said through his teeth, “Because I can assure you, this is not funny.”

“Oh come on, it’s a little funny.”

He took a deep breath as if he was trying to control himself, “You think threatening a serial killer with murder is funny?”

“I mean have you seen the look on his face? I don’t know if the video got that but—“

“Why did you break up with me?”

Well, Spencer had a way of taking you by surprise, that was for sure. You lowered the glass and blinked a couple of times, trying to pull yourself together.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me. Why did you break up with me if you were going to threaten a damn serial killer because he implied he might come after me?”

“I hope you know that normal exes don’t have these kind of conversations,” you tried to joke but he only raised his brows.

“Y/N.”

“Spencer,” you heaved a sigh “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think I do,” he said, his voice almost too low, “You just don’t want me to know what I’m talking about.”

“Listen, I know how it might look like but I can assure you I’d do it for any—“

“Garcia was with me while I was watching those tapes.”

Your eyes snapped up to his as your breath got caught in your throat. You swallowed thickly, painfully aware of how he was probably seeing all your tells but even that thought didn’t stop you from drumming your fingernails on the fragile glass you were holding, pursing your lips for a moment before you cleared your throat.

“What—um—what did she say?”

“You mean before or after she said you broke up with me to protect me even if I’m an FBI agent already working on this case?”

God damn it Garcia.

The thunder boomed outside again and you frantically tried to find the right words, but it felt impossible to do so. He took a step closer to you while you stared at him, completely frozen and you closed your eyes for a moment.

“Spencer…” you muttered as you opened your eyes again, “Whatever training they gave you, trust me, they didn’t train you for my father.”

“Is that why you said all that stuff back then?” he asked slowly, “When we broke up?”

“It doesn’t matter—“

“Yes it does.”

A sad smile pulled at your lips as you put your wine glass down, and shrugged your shoulders.

“I thought—um, I thought it I hurt you that badly, you’d never want to see me again,” you admitted, “So if you were away from me, you’d be safe. Away from my father, away from the copycat, away from all of this. Working on this case is not the same as being caught in this fucked up web, you know that.”

“You didn’t think you should’ve at least asked my opinion on this?”

“You would’ve said no.”

“Of course I would’ve said no!”

“Exactly!” you threw up your hands, “You might not care about your survival in this situation, but I do, okay? I love you too much to let you get hurt because of me—” as soon as your brain acknowledged what had just slipped from your lips, you stopped talking, your breathing getting faster while panic seemed to flood your system. He stared at you, a soft light appearing in his eyes and you shook your head at yourself.

“Fucking great,” you muttered, “Yeah, um you— I’m— it doesn’t matter. Do whatever you want to do with that information.”

You took a step to walk past him but he had already grabbed your arm and pulled you back. Before you could even ask him what he was doing, his lips found yours, letting that warmth shoot through your stomach into your whole system. The feeling was so sudden but so mind numbing that you thought Spencer was right before, this was definitely like a drug, an addiction. His fingers caressed over your neck while your body pressed against his like some sort of a magnet and a soft whine escaped from you as he pulled back slightly.

“Don’t run away,” he whispered against your lips “Not this time.”

You felt the tears rushing to your eyes. “Spencer-“

“I love you.”

“You shouldn’t,” you murmured before he stole another kiss from you.

“I love you,” he repeated, his hazel eyes locked in yours, “And I’m done pretending like I don’t.”

It was a bad idea. You knew it was a bad idea, you knew it would put him in danger, but none of that seemed to matter to you after hearing that he loved you. For some reason, you were convinced that you two would find a way, that everything would be alright as long as you loved each other, naïve as it was.

The happiness burst through you, wrapping you in a soft and warm haze as you reached back with one hand to sweep everything off the table, sending all the knives to the floor with a loud noise before you jumped to sit on the table. A small chuckle left his lips when you tugged at his jacket and he tilted his head.

“What, you don’t have a bed?” he taunted you and you grinned.

“The bed can wait,” you murmured as he dragged his fingertips up your bare legs to pull you closer to him, drawing a giggle from your lips before he kissed you again.

Chapter 24

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I Know What You’re Thinking, You’re On My Mind (You’re Right)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Angel are in love and these are different moments in the span of their relationship.

Warning(s): Just a lot of fluffy goodness....okay some angst (it’s me lol) but mostly fluff

Word count: 2,526

AN: This is kind of a songfic, but also not really? I think of it as a bunch of drabbles loosely connected by random parts of a song. Song title and inspo from Come Close by Common ft. Mary J. Blige. The sweetest little fic I’ve ever written. Fat Black girls deserve to be loved loudly. This is for us. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

Smile, happiness, you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole, being is beautiful I'ma do the best I can do Cause I'm my best when I'm with you

The sound of a domino being slammed on the table caused several other park goers to turn their heads and see a striking woman jumping out of her seat.

“That’s domino bitches! Y’all really thought you could beat me in dominoes? Shoulda checked my credentials mofos!” Y/N shouted, a huge smile on her face as she talked shit.

The guys around the table all groaned and huffed as she celebrated her win. Coco swore up and down that he would be the winner and Gilly was just as sure that he would be the one. EZ just wanted to play and Angel kept his mouth shut knowing his girl had been playing dominoes with her father and uncles practically all her life.

“Whatever, Y/N. You not seeing me in poker.” Coco grumbled, though he was fighting to keep a smile off his face. He was impressed.

“Well this aint poker is it? Run me my money.” She replied, rubbing her fingers together before holding out her hand.

The men all pulled out their wallets and placed the correct amount of money into Y/N’s hands. She grinned as she fanned herself with the money before draping her body across the smirking Angel’s lap.

“Oh hey there sexy. If you’re nice I might buy you something with this considerable fortune I just won.” Y/N winked.

“You my sugar mama now?” Angel teasingly asked.

“I do taste sweet so I think I fit the description.”

“Damn right you do.” He smirked, before leaning down to kiss Y/N’s lips.

Santo Padre’s mayor, Antonia Pena, had put together a community fair to help raise money for the town and uplift spirits. It was also a great way for local businesses to showcase what they have to offer. Services and items were put into a raffle that everyone who attended the event got entered into. Y/N even managed to convince Felipe to have a little booth to show off his fine cuts of meat and how they could best be used in meals.

Angel was so in awe of her. She managed to pull even his grumpy ass father out of the house and she was constantly a source of light in his life. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but he knew he never wanted to let her go. He loved her more than anything and he knew she felt the same about him. She never doubted him or made him feel inadequate. She understood even the ugly parts of him. Didn’t excuse or condone his behavior, but she understood it and always reassured him that she knew he could do better.

“Whatchu staring at?” She asked, after the kiss ended and he kept his intense gaze on her.

“My whole world.” He answered honestly and she felt herself get a little emotional.

“If you make me cry in public, I will hurt you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replied, nipping at her shoulder and making her grin.

I know in the past, love Has been sort of hard on you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit

Neither of them had the best track record when it came to relationships. Angel had an awful habit of doing things without thinking about the consequences of his actions. Impulsive isn’t a strong enough word to describe how he is. He runs on emotion a lot of the time. It frustrates Y/N to no end. She doesn’t operate like that. She rarely if ever acts on impulse. She thinks too much. Worries too much about how people will react to her and her actions. Her hesitance to engage in things before she’s run every possible scenario through her head makes Angel want to pull his hair out. He hates seeing her unsure of herself. He makes it his mission to help her just get lost in the moment sometimes. And she tries her hardest to slow him down and make him think more on things before he acts.

His lifestyle also guaranteed their love won’t always be sunshine and roses. The first time Angel got hurt Y/N thought she was going to pass out. The level of panic and fear she felt almost took her down. When she finally got to see him in the hospital bed, she burst into tears. Once he was healed, she tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. The one time Y/N was verbally and physically accosted in front of Angel, he almost shot someone right in front of her. The need to protect her almost overrode his need to keep her away from the more violent side of himself.

The silence was deafening. Neither one was ready to take the first step and speak. The whole ride back home, Y/N never said a word. Not when Angel was getting chewed out by Bishop or when several people practically gawked at her even as they tried to make it seem like they weren’t. She was silent as she went through her nightly routine and prepared for bed.

It was as she sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to slide under the covers that Angel finally snapped.

“You’re really not gonna fucking say anything?” He practically growled at her, glaring at her from where he stood at the foot of the bed. He had on his usual sleepwear of a tank top and sweats.

She sighed, “What do you want me to say Angel?”

“Anything. Cuss me out, kiss me, or I don’t know, maybe thank me?” He suggested, sarcasm in his voice at the last part because he was clearly exasperated.

She cut her eyes at him fiercely. “Thank you? You want me to thank you?”

“Yes.” He stubbornly confirmed.

She shot up from the bed and spun to face him full on. She had never been so mad at him. “Thank you Angel for causing a bigger scene. Thank you Angel for almost igniting a war between two gangs over one stupid joke. Thank you for putting yourself in harm's way and almost giving me a heart attack. Thank you so much Angel.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. It wasn’t just a stupid joke. You think I care so little about you that I wouldn’t fuck someone up for you?”

“I’ve heard way worse..” She argued, so used to minimizing her pain. Her dismissal of the incident as something trivial made him even more pissed.

“I don’t give a damn what you heard. Aint nobody gonna disrespect you in front of me and think I’m just gonna let that shit slide.”

“You could have killed him.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.” He exploded, making her freeze and stare at him with her mouth slightly open. “You’re mine. I don’t know what kinda cowards you been dealing with before, but I don’t play that shit. There is no joking when it comes to you. Not from some hijo de puta who has the audacity to put his hands on you. He’s lucky the only thing I did was bust him in the head with my pistol.”

“Angel…..” She sighed, her eyes closing as she took in his words. She understood his point but was still uncomfortable with the methods.

He walked over to her and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead before resting his head on hers. He spoke only after she opened her eyes, “You can be mad. I already know you are, but I’m not apologizing for protecting you.”

She had to get used to being loved and protected so adamantly by someone. So often left to comfort herself and bury her hurt, it took her a while to accept Angel’s form of protection. A part of her kept her guard up waiting for him to turn it against her, but that day never came. Any violent outbursts he had in her presence were never directed at her and so she found herself trusting him whole-heartedly. Her love for him deepened as time moved forward.

You helped me to discover me I just want you to put trust in me

Y/N loved Pops and she enjoyed the family dinners with him and EZ, but she knew he was not the perfect father. He made mistakes and Angel still hasn’t completely dealt with the issues the mistakes left him with. Everything just got buried. She knew when he was starting to feel inadequate or like he didn’t deserve her because he would become even more clingy. He was already very affectionate with her, always having a hand on her back and kissing her head. She loved how open he was, but when he was going through it the touches would have a desperate edge to them. Like he was trying to prove something.

A new episode of Joseline’s Cabaret played on the tv showing off the Puerto Rican Princess’ latest antics. Y/N had on sweats and a tank top as she laid on your back and giggled at the fight on her screen. She doesn't know why she watches that show, but it was entertaining.

Her front door opened and in walked the man she’d been seeing for a year now.

“What did I tell you about leaving this door unlocked?”

“I knew you were coming over so why would I lock it?” She argued, tilting her head back to watch Angel toe off his shoes and take off his kutte.

“You’re so hard headed.” He slapped the outside of her thigh and leaned in for a kiss before lying in between her legs. His head rested on her stomach and her hands immediately began running through his hair. His hands ran over her thighs as he buried his face in her belly and just breathed her in.

“You walked right in so obviously I was right.” Her hands moved from his hair to slide down his back, feeling for any new bruises. “How was your day? Do I gotta kick someone’s ass for messing with my man?” She asked, a teasing tone to her words even though she was kinda being serious.

“I’m all good, mi dulce.” He responded, already knowing her touches were to comfort him but also give herself some peace of mind that he was with her and he was still whole.

It was quiet for a moment before Angel propped his chin on her belly and looked at her. She brought her attention from the television to him. There was a gentle look in his eyes, full of love but also a vulnerability that made her heart clench.

“You love me right?” He gripped her hips tightly as he searched her eyes for the truth in her words.

Her eyes widened at his question. “Of cour-”

He interrupted her. “Because I love you so damn much, querida. I know I’m not easy, but I try to be better for you.”

“Angel…” Her hand gently caressed his cheek as she softly smiled at him. “You are my favorite person in this whole world. You love me like no other and I’ll always love you. Never forget that. And when you do, I’ll be here to remind you.” She leaned forward to kiss his lips and felt his grip on her hips loosen.

The two shared loving kisses for several minutes before he pulled away and kissed her stomach before laying his head back down. His attention finally focused on the television. “What the fuck are you watching?”

She was unable to contain her giggles.

I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me

“Oh, is that funny? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Not at all gorgeous.” His words and his facial expression did not match.

“Then why are you smirking? I’m as serious as a heart attack. If you miss the ceremony where I’m awarded for my work, we’re gonna have some big problems Reyes.” She threatened, not letting that smirk get to her as it usually did. The club pulled him away a lot but some things she just needed him present for.

“Mmhm…how big?” He asked, still joking around.

“Angel!” She admonished, striking out to punch him in the stomach and making him grunt.

“You know I love when you scream my name. Sexy as fuck.” He growled, before playfully tackling her to the bed. She finally laughed as he kissed and nipped at her neck. He pulled back to look down in her eyes. “Hey, come hell or high water Imma be there. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

The smile she flashed him was bright enough to light the darkest of nights.

I'm tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name

Dabbing her eyes with a napkin, Y/N smiled as Angel and EZ shared a heartfelt hug after the best man speech. She knew EZ’s speech would be beautiful and she thanked him for his kind words.

“You’re my sister for real now.” He responded, making her wanna cry again but she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before Angel pulled her into a side hug.

“First dance time.” He whispered in her ear, taking her hand and leading her out to the dance floor.

“How does it feel to be Y/N Reyes?” Angel asked, his eyes taking her in. She looked so magnificent in her wedding dress. He wanted to rip it off, but also he couldn’t take his eyes off how good she looked in it. If he shed some tears when she walked down that aisle, who could blame him?

“It feels like the most natural thing in the world. I’m so beyond honored to be Mrs. Angel Reyes.” She responded, her eyes filling with happy tears but she refused to let them fall. She just felt so overwhelmed with happiness. Even though he’d long gotten rid of the jacket, she loved that he actually wore a suit. He hardly ever wore one and it was a damn shame. He looked so delicious she couldn’t wait for them to get back home.

Y/N found herself really taking the moment in. Their family and friends watched them with huge smiles on their faces. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Angel for long as he held her in his arms, his hands always making her feel safe. This was her life and he was her future.

Her eyes twinkled as she asked him, “Ready for forever?”

Come close to me, baby (Yeah, love) Let your love hold you (Let me hold you tonight, babe) I know this world is crazy (It gets crazy, but I'll be right here) What's it without you? (We gon' make it, I love you, I love you, I love you)

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