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keikikait · 3 months

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ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 3 of a series. you can find part one here and part two here

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s), slight nanami x reader (...)

word count: 3.4k

summary: the first two weeks of teaching again go by quickly. you find yourself right smack in the middle of the annual winter festival. gojo took his own date, and so did you.

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) angst, some self-deprecating stuff, themes of depression, mean gojo, mention of blood, mention of getting eaten (pls don’t ask), cheating???? nickname use [baby, doll (once)], no use of y/n,

a note: this is a repost with an angstier ending, as a lot of angst was voted for (see poll), so here we are, though there is a happy ending. dunno if I'll ever do a part 4.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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You and Gojo have a routine.

First, you get ready together, fucking in the shower, trying to push him off as you apply mascara as he greedily rubs up against you. You eat breakfast together, both enjoying your matcha (yours, of course, being a latte. Gojo always goes the more traditional route). He drags on the kiss as you exit your apartment, whining when he finally has to let you go.

Second, he stands a few feet away from you on the train as you make your way outside of Tokyo. He never looks at you, his focus on anyone or anything that catches his eye. You watch him, admiring him, wanting him to just look over so he could admire you too. You want Gojo to see you in the way you see him. You want him to finally care, to beg and plead for you, to feel the way you do. You want him to love you.

Third, you walk towards campus, a few feet behind him just in case anyone is watching. You watch as he effortlessly joins Shoko and Akari’s conversation as they walk up the stairs through the tori gate, not glancing back at you even once. You follow behind them, the sounds of their laughter filling your ears. Surrounding you. Swallowing you whole, only to spit you out broken and battered. The snow crunches under your feet, silencing your thoughts — but only for a second. Your thoughts are like wolves, stalking you and waiting to pounce, waiting for you to be vulnerable.

Your routine takes hold of you, and the days blend together as you relive the same painful day over and over. Maybe this is all a punishment for your hubris, karma from the gods for loving him. You watch him live so effortlessly without you, as you sit around hoping he’ll meet your gaze for just a second. The thoughts come, as they always do, and soon you’re surrounded by wolves, bloodied and battered and waiting to be eaten. And then, the wolves disappear into smoke, and you have Gojo for just a brief second before he pushes you back into the wolf’s den. Maybe this time you’ll let the wolves eat you. Your last words would be Gojo’s name before your mouth fills with blood as you get your throat ripped out. You wonder if you would even be on his mind after.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look up from your desk to see Nobara standing there, smiling, her books in her arms. You zoned out through the entire lesson, students trying to pile out the door behind her. You look at her again and smile. “Yes?”

She smiles, clutching her books a little tighter. “Are you going to the festival tonight?”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly at the mention of the festival. “Yes, I am. Why?”

Nobara shifts on her feet. “Are you going with Gojo-sensei?”

Gods, even his name causes goosebumps to appear on your body. “No, Kugisaki-san. I’m not taking anyone with me.”

Nobara pouts a little. “Oh come on! You guys would be perfect together!” Your eye twitches and your stomach lurches. “It’s his loss, I guess.” She moves away as quickly as she appears, following Megumi out the classroom door.

You hear a snarl, and just like that the wolves are back. They follow you around as you make your way through your day, biting at your ankles. They follow you as you make your way off campus, heading to the train station. You slide your way into the crowd making its way into the station, pushing your way past students and businessmen. You’re trying to make your train, yes, but you’re also escaping the wolves that are chasing you, foaming at the mouth at the idea of tasting you. You fear that if they catch you you might never make it out alive, your body left cold on the floor of the train station, people stepping over you and moving on with their lives, because, in the end, you didn’t matter.

“Excuse me,” You say softly, pushing past a tall man. Your fingers brush over the light tan colouring of his suit as you put your hand on his arm to steady yourself in the crowd. The man mumbles something before he looks over and tilts his head. He says your name so softly you almost don’t hear him. You finally get a look at his face as he towers over you, and your heart beats a little faster. “Nanami?”

You’ve met Kento Nanami before and spoken in brief conversations, even when he’s been an adjunct professor at the school and taught a lesson. You always noticed that he didn’t speak a lot, at least not to you. You appreciated the silence sometimes, a stark difference from Gojo’s constant running mouth, but the times he would simply just ignore you while you helped him plan lessons and prepare demonstrations left a bad feeling in your stomach. In those moments you didn’t just wonder if you were good enough for Gojo, you wondered if you were good enough for anyone.

He looks deep into your eyes, and the wolves turn to dust. He smiles softly at you, but in your eyes, it looks almost forced. “Hey there. Long time no see. How are you?”

You think this might be the most words he’s ever spoken to you. “I’m doing great. How are you?”

Nanami nods. “Fine, you know how the 7 to 3 life is. Are you still assisting Gojo at the school?”

It’s your turn to nod this time. “Yes. For another year and a half.”

He smiles, and it seems more genuine than the last. “A year and a half of dealing with Gojo… I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.” You laugh, and it’s the first genuine laugh you’ve had in almost a month.

Instead of catching your usual train home, you opt to sit and chat with Nanami. This is the most extroverted you’ve ever seen him, and this is definitely the most eye contact you’ve ever shared. He leans back on the bench, legs stretched out straight, playing with the end of his tie while he talks to you.

You had noticed it before, but now you’re certain. Kento Nanami is hot. His voice, his face, his hands, his arms…you’re finding yourself squirming on the bench and trying to calm your nerves as he stares at you, almost forcing you to keep eye contact.

You stiffen when you hear the next announcement, the realisation hitting that it’s your next train arriving soon. You stand up, gathering your things. “My train is almost here. I’m sorry that we have to cut this conversation short.”

He waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just have more to talk about next time.”

Next time. You feel slight butterflies in your stomach when thinking about your next conversation with him. All you manage to say is, “For sure. I would like that.” You head to your platform, clutching your bag close when Nanami calls your name again, much more confident than before. You turn to face him, the wind from the train approaching whipping through your hair.

He glances down the platform, seemingly nervous. “Are you going to the festival tonight?”

You have to speak a little louder as the train starts to near the station. “Yes, I am.”

Nanami smiles, a look of nervousness still staining his face. “Great. I’m going too. What if we went together?”

The train approaches and you yell over the noise, “I would like that!”

He hears you and smiles, yelling his goodbyes over the train as you enter its doors. You find a seat next to the window, and you wave to each other as the train starts to move. The train pulls out of the station, taking you home, and a smile creeps onto your face as you sink into the seat. Part of you feels guilty, begging you to consider your relationship with Gojo, but the other part of you thinks; what relationship? Plus, you’re going to the festival with Nanami as friends, acquaintances, nothing more. At least, that’s how you view it.

You head home, once again finding yourself vulnerable in the wolf's den. You wonder how it would feel if you let them attack you, how it would feel to be pinned down and scratched and chewed on like a piece of dried octopus. Would Gojo notice you, finally, as you lay dead, your blood leaking out of your shredded throat? Would he turn away, avert his gaze at the sight of his dead lover? Or would he simply stare before stepping over you?

The wolves stalk you as you make your way back to the station, the snow falling softly, sticking to your hair. You feel nervous; nervous about seeing Nanami again, and nervous about seeing Gojo with Himiko. You had almost forgotten her name, but deep down you wish you did. Maybe thinking about her as a faceless, nameless entity would make your throat stop closing up.

You climb your way up the steps of the school, and you start to smile when you see Nanami waiting for you. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful pink glow to him, and in this moment you think he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. The glasses he’s normally wearing are long gone, and he switched out his suit for a black sweater, dark blue slacks, a long brown trenchcoat, and a scarf in the same Rorschach-esque design as his usual tie and sword.

Your stomach flutters as you approach him. “Hey.”

He stares at you for a second before saying, “Hey.” You stare at each other, admiring one another, and butterflies in your stomach won’t stop flying around, bumping into the walls of your intestines. You don’t know what you’re feeling, and you don’t know if you like it.

You clear your throat, stepping towards the gate. “Let’s head in.” Nanami nods and follows you inside the campus. You walk together through the festival, the air around you almost feeling electric, the campus replacing its usual student occupants with a bustling crowd and food carts. Takoyaki, yakitori, yakisoba, everything just smells so delicious. Maybe the wolves won’t be hungry for you tonight.

You and Nanami wander, your hands occasionally brushing as you chat about work and life, lost in the heat of your conversation. You find a stall finally offering drinks, and you both purchase some green tea before sitting down, your back to the festival. You’re in the middle of one of Nanami’s corporate world stories when his eyes drift behind you and he smiles. “There he is!”

Confused, you look over your shoulder, only to be met with the looming figure of Gojo. He stares down at you and Nanami, his blindfold covering his eyes. Right next to him is, you assume, Himiko, a tall woman, dressed to the nines in what might be real fox fur. She’s beautiful. More beautiful than you. You hear another snarl as the wolves come creeping out of the dark classrooms, towards you. Was this your competition? Your replacement? Did she have his heart already, or did he hide it from her like he did you?

Gojo clears his throat, glancing away before turning his gaze back to you and Nanami. “Here I am.”

Even now, you admire him. He’s so effortlessly beautiful, everything he does causes you to lose your breath. The way the wind pushes his hair back, the way his hoodie sits around his hips…you’re in love with him. As much as you hate it, as much as it destroys you, you love him. You can practically feel the wolf pinning you to the cave floor and ripping your beating heart out of your chest, chewing it, and swallowing it in one bite.

Nanami notices your gaze, too. He notices the way you look at Gojo, the absolute adoration in your eyes. The way your breath hitches, the way your thighs subconsciously squeeze together. The way your cheeks change colour and the way your whole body relaxes. Nanami notices Gojo’s body language, too, almost as if he could see his eyes under the blindfold. He puts it together too quickly, and clears his throat, standing up from the table, trying to hide his disappointment that you were in love with someone else. “I’m gonna get another tea.” He moves through the crowd towards the stall and you go to follow him, brushing past Gojo when he suddenly reaches out and grabs your arm, squeezing it tight.

“We need to talk,” he says.

“No, we don’t,” you respond. He squeezes your arm even tighter, before tugging you along behind him as he walks away from Nanami and Himiko.

Gojo drags you into his classroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He stares at you, his arms crossed, before finally speaking, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You’re confused, and your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Trying to enjoy my time at the festival.”

Gojo’s voice is laced with poisonous anger, and you’re almost afraid to breathe it in. “With Nanami?”

You swallow. “He asked me to come with him.”

Gojo's shoulders relax for a second before tensing up again. “You’re on a date? With Nanami?”

Your face turns red. “This isn’t a date.”

“Yes, it is,” Gojo says firmly. “He asked you on a date. And you agreed.”

You find yourself starting to get angry. “So what if it is a date?”

His jaw clenches. “Excuse me?”

You take a step back. “So what if it is a date, Gojo? You’re on one too, in case you forgot.”

Gojo laughs. “You mean Himiko? This isn’t a date. I’m just doing a favour for Shoko, I’m trying to help her friend get settled into the city. You shouldn’t be mad at me for --”

You interrupt him. “Cut the shit. You’re on a date with a girl who isn’t me.”

“It isn’t a date,” Gojo says.

You feel yourself getting angrier and angrier. “That’s what it looks like.”

“It doesn’t matter what it looks like,” Gojo says. “It isn’t the truth. If you would just let me explain-”

“Explain what?” You snap, the anger threatening to break the surface. “How do you agree to go on a date with another woman?”

There’s a pause before he says, “Don’t interrupt me again, doll. Remember who’s in charge here.”

Your fists clench. “God, can I fucking talk? Sat—Gojo, you have to understand how it makes me feel.”

You fucked up. You know you shouldn’t call him that, that forbidden name, but it just slipped out. Your words die in your throat, and your anger starts to dissolve into anxiety. You don’t know much about Geto, but you do know that Gojo’s first name is reserved for him, and you broke Gojo’s only rule.

He doesn’t say anything, but you can physically feel the shift in the air. A cold shiver runs down your spine. The mask across his eyes doesn’t help, his emotions unreadable.

“Gojo, I’m sorry,” You say. You approach him gently. “I’m sorry.”

You feel yourself getting more and more anxious as he just stands there. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak. He just stands there, looking down at you from his imposing height. You can only sit helplessly as he tosses you back into the wolf's den, and you can’t run away as they start tearing at you. You wonder if he’ll keep your head, mouth open and cold and blue, on display on a mantle on his wall, a message to all that watch to never love him.

It feels like an eternity before he speaks. “I trusted you."

Your bottom lip trembles. "You still can. It was an accident--"

"It doesn't matter if it was an accident or not," Gojo says, looking down at the ground. "You know not to call me that. Don't act like you can replace him."

A few tears fall down your face. "No...I know I can't, Gojo, I know I can't replace him. But I swear it was an accident."

"It doesn't matter," Gojo says after a beat. "What matters is you’re mine, and you're on a date with Nanami."

"It's not a date, Gojo," You say. "He and I are just friends."

"You would only be here with him if you had feelings for him," Gojo says.

You start to cry now. "I have feelings for you, Gojo. Not Nanami."

That makes him pause. "I know you do."

"Then why are you here with Himiko?" You ask, starting to feel angry again. "Why aren't you here with me?"

“Himiko means nothing to me.” Gojo says. "You know we couldn't go to the festival together. It would be suspi--"

"Suspicious, yes, I got it." You snap. "You didn't have to go with her. You could've turned down Shoko's offer."

"And what would I look like then?" Gojo asks. "I would look like a bad friend and a bad coworker. I have a reputation to uphold."

"Why does your reputation matter more than me?" You ask, your voice becoming louder.

"Because it's all I have!" Gojo says, his voice matching yours. "I'm Satoru Gojo, I'm the strongest! I can't have any baggage, I can't have anyone be important to me. That's how I become weak, and that's how I lose everything. Including you."

"Why do you treat me like this?” you ask, angry tears running down your cheeks. “Why do you always put me second? Why do you always make me feel so unwanted? Am I not good enough for you? Am I not what you want? Am I not what you need?”

He pauses and remains silent for a long time. He takes a deep breath, his voice stern once again. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You are good enough for me, you’re too good for me. You’re the most beautiful, caring person that I’ve ever met. I treat you like garbage, and yet you always come back to me. I’m mean to you, and you accept it with a smile on your face. But you have to understand that this is more important to me. It's more important than you…if I appear weak, I fail. If I fail, I lose everything and everyone." He gets close to you, grabbing your face. "I already lost someone important to me. I can't lose you too."

"Do you care about me?" You ask softly.

He nods. "Of course I do."

You swallow hard, nervous to ask your next question. "Do you love me?"

He hesitates.

In that moment, even without him speaking, you know your answer. You go to say something else but he interrupts. "I can. Eventually. One day. I just can't love you right now."

"When is eventually?" You ask.

He shakes his head. "I don't know. I care about you, you know that. You know that I love our time together, and I look forward to every single second I get to spend with you. I just can't love you right now, not in the way that you want me to. The way that you need me to."

"Will you ever love me?" You ask.

He doesn't hesitate when he answers, "Yes."

You close your eyes, sighing. "When?"

He strokes your cheekbones. "Soon."

"How close is soon?"

"Close enough."

You pause. You feel the presence of the wolves again, biting on your ankles, threatening to drag you down into the depths of the den and tear you limb from limb. Would they chew on your bones after? Would it be quick, painless? Or would you survive for just long enough to watch them eat you?

Gojo calms the wolves, but only for so long. He’s a protective light as you hide in the walls of the den, stepping over the corpses of those before you. He’s the one, he’s all you’ve ever wanted, and you think you’ll regret this.

You nod, accepting his answer.

He pulls you close and hugs you. He kisses the top of your head and takes a deep breath before saying, “Have I ever told you about Geto?” You shake your head, you know next to nothing about the man. Gojo never told you, and you never asked. He strokes your hair and sighs. “Do you want to hear about him?”

You nod, and Gojo tells you.

He tells you all about Geto — Suguru, as he calls him. You’ve never heard him speak so softly. He recounts his memories, smiling and even laughing at some parts. You listen to every word, and you don’t speak. You can tell, just from his words, that Gojo loved him, but you can also tell that he will always love Geto more than he loves you.

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part four is here

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Can you please write a part 3 of prompt 42? I know part 2 just came out, 😍😍😆 but I absolutely love this unique storyline! If possible, villain x supervillain fluff please? 🥺

PS. This is my first time sending an ask to anyone on tumblr 😆

I'm you're first ask? I'm so flattered! Of course, I can write part 3, and there most certainly will be villain x supervillain fluff 😏

Part One, Part Two

The sheets rustled softly in the silence as Supervillain rolled over and took Villain in their arms, kissing the back of their slender neck and nuzzling their face into their shoulder.

"Villain?" they murmured muffled into their shirt.

"They're in our living room," Villain responded coldly.

Supervillain paused a moment, letting the gap in conversation be filled with the soft harmony of their breathing. There wasn't really a good response. They'd sort of assumed that once Villain actually talked to the heroling they would soften up, after all, they were a sweet kid, but that obviously was not the case. But they couldn't just throw them out, could they? They'd already promised them shelter. And in any case, how did they turn anyone so helpless, even an enemy, into the street and get over it?

"I'll protect you," Supervillain finally murmured, squeezing Villain a little tighter.

Villain sighed. "That's not the answer I'm looking for. I don't need precautions, I need my home back." They suddenly flipped over, eyes glinting hard in the dark. "This isn't just your house; you can't just invite in whoever you want."

Supervillain swallowed. "I know, but I wasn't sure what you'd say, and I needed to get them out of the cold fast. Their lips were blue, and--"

"And so you brought them home." Villain sighed again, even deeper this time. "Look, I know you're a softie, and I love that about you, but you should have talked to me about this. This is..." they swallowed. "This is the only place on earth where I feel okay, and you made it...not okay."

"I'm sorry."

"But you're not going to ask them to leave."

Supervillain shook their head. "Not tonight."

"Tomorrow?" There was no hope behind that inquiry, simply dry, barren syllables. Villain must have already known the answer.

"I'll start looking for a place," Supervillain said. "If you really hate having them here, then they don't have to stay. I just want to find somewhere for them to go first."

An agonizing pause stretched between them.

"Ok."

Villain flipped back toward the wall.

"Villaaain."

"I already said ok."

"But your still upset."

"I think I have a right to be; it has nothing to do with you."

Supervillain ran their nails up and down Villain's arm. "I'll be as fast I can. And I won't leave you alone with them again. I'll try to get them out of the house during the day too. Maybe they have a knack for infiltration and beating people into submission. I mean they have the skill set--"

Villain reached behind to clap their hand over their mouth, though they missed a few times, fumbling over their ear and their nose before finally blocking off their lips. "They're a hero."

Supervillain gently peeled Villain's fingers free, smiling mischievously. "Right now. But if herowork hasn't treated them well maybe they'd do better on the other side. They could at least give it a try."

"If this adoption idea of yours was to gain a new protogee--"

"It wasn't! It was just a thought..."

Suddenly Supervillain's face was cupped between a pair of cool hands.

"Supervillain," Villain said, incredibly gentle. It was always a wonder to them how their lover could be two drastically different people when it came to their home and work life. They wondered if the world would ever believe that the villain they knew for ripping sinew from bone and bone from joint could be so affectionate. "We're where we are for a reason. Things...twisted us up and made us this way. Don't drag the kid into that mess. They're good where they're at. Maybe not with the agency, but...at least with their morals."

Supervillain raised their brows in the dark, surging against Villain's hands to hover just a breath over their face. "You almost sound heroic."

Villain shoved their face away, but a smile tinged their voice. "Shut up."

"Standing up for people, giving heartfelt speeches, you're a natural."

"Are you going to be quiet or am going to have to do it for you?"

Supervillain smirked. "What are you going to d--"

Villain cut them off with a kiss, long and gentle and a little minty from their toothpaste. When it ended, they snuggled into Supervillain's chest.

"The kid needs some new clothes."

Supervillain blinked. "What?"

"All they have is that hero suit, they can't wear that every day. Or keep sleeping in it."

"I suppose I could pick something up somewhere. How much do they need? Like an outfit?"

"At least two so they can switch between them. And some pajamas. Possibly a coat. Oh, and some underwear."

"Villain." Supervillain felt their face go warm.

"What?"

"I'm not telling them they need new underwear. That's... They barely even know us."

"It's not a big deal; everyone uses it. When you had your oh-so genius idea to adopt them were you just not going to get those things? They're a kid, not a puppy."

"Obviously I know that, it's just...how do I even bring it up? Do I just give them the money and say go pick it out? Or do I sneak it into the cart and avoid the conversation?"

Even in the dark, Supervillain could sense Villain's eyeroll. "Forget it, I'll just have to go with you. Are you busy tomorrow?"

Supervillain gaped. "Not really--"

"Good. I can push off my work, we can go after breakfast."

"But--"

"It's fine, Supervillain, I'll handle it if you're going to make it awkward. You just focus on finding any good deals."

No, it's not that; it's the whole shopping trip. Isn't that going to be confusing? Buying them clothes but also trying to get rid of them?"

"Not if we're upfront about it. I mean...we're a pair of villains. It's not like they actually want to be here permanently, right? They're just taking advantage of the situation until they can get out. We're not so much kicking them out as doing them a favor."

"I guess you're right."

Villain stroked their cheekbone with their thumb. "They'll be fine. And way better off. And I'm not just saying that because I don't like them. What could two villains even do for a hero?"

Supervillain felt what little idealistic hope they had left escape with their heavy exhale. "Nothing good."

Part Four

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adelarsims · 7 months

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not trying to start anything but I thought I'd let you know xurbansimsx is pretty much ripping off your ear piercing hole idea

i keep getting asks about that, so i'll answer one of them, addressing all of them.

TLDR: it's fine! (except for $5 price for 2 pixels but it's not my business or problem)

first of all, this person could have simply not seen my post and had this idea on their own by looking at their own ears or ears of their sim and thinking "oh shit, there should be piercing holes" like i did. this thought was really long overdue, i'm surprised a lot of people didn't have this realization in years (though judging by people's tags and comments i got on my post, many people did, they're just not making cc)

for example, when i made my skewed glasses set, i thought that no one did it before me, then three days later i found out someone already made a similar thing in the past (thankfully, with different frame). maybe they also get asks about me "ripping off their idea", but for me it was genuinely my own idea. could be the same case here. not everyone on simblr is aware of my cc.

and even if they did see my post, i didn't invent the piercing holes as some big copyrighted creative idea, you know? they're not mine to get jealous about, i'm not a gatekeeper for piercing hole cc production. anyone can make them. go make more of them, gosh, it's fine.

and let's not forget that the more cc options, the better. theirs look different, they might fit someone's sims style or jewelry placement better than mine. do we write to everyone who makes eyelids cc that someone also made eyelids and ripped off their idea of eyelids? no! we're glad to have options. look at your cc folder, how many nose masks do you have? eyebags? face scars? bloody noses? chipped nails? more than one, i'm sure. why not have a wider choice of piercing holes as well? each piece of cc that we now have a lot of was made for the first time at some point.

i really hope that you guys only write these asks to me and don't also send asks to that person, saying they "ripped off" anything, and if you do, would you mind stopping that?

#adelar ask #adelar rambling

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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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Breaking

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Quiet!Arrancar!Fem Reader

(First time writing for Grimmjow so I hope I did well!

Summary: Easily annoyed by Grimmjow's ways, the reader who is rather quiet and antisocial, makes a remark to him, causing heat to rise between them, but not handling their issues like enemies normally would...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Swearing, foreplay, bit of blood, fingering, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex)

Word Count: 1.6k

Quietness was all anyone would get from me. As an Arrancar, I've lived to see so many things, had madness in my head, but kept it all to myself.

Some days, that madness would get to me a little, and leaving a meeting with Grimmjow running his trap, sparked extreme annoyance.

"Grimmjow just shut the hell up."

All eyes were on me, but I didn't even bother to make eye contact, scanning the room, but not directly looking into anyone's gaze. They all didn't expect something like that to come off my lips considering I didn't talk much. Even Ulquiorra spoke more than I did.

"Oh, yeah?" Grimmjow was such a knucklehead, rotating his arm as he stood up, "Wanna come and make me?"

"Pfft," My eyes rolled, hands in my pocket, leaving for my own privacy and silence, "Like you would be a challenge."

Even though I didn't hear Grimmjow respond, I just knew that my words had him fuming. Quickly learning that as I felt a presence behind me. Not even turning my head to look, I sighed:

"Really, Grimmjow?"

"Yeah. Really." As his knuckles cracked, I only turned around, pulling at my shorts some to show the number five marked into my inner hip:

"Need I remind you?"

"Like those numbers mean shit," He always had something to say, but I had something for him this time:

"Do you really think it's a good idea to be fighting your fellow comrades given the situation we're facing right now? Or do you want to lose your arm again? Maybe a leg this time, huh?"

Staring into each other's eyes, those cat-like blue eyes nearly had flames in them, stirring some in mind, screaming temptations almost getting the best of me as I let out a small laugh, turning away and whispering as I still hadn't received a response:

"That's what I thought."

"Where do you think you're going?" Slamming the door that was now behind us, his eyes grew deeper with a sinister smirk, "I'm not finished with you."

"You're more brave than you are smart, you know that?" I was starting to shake as I felt unstable. Usually, I had good control of any temptations or dark impulses, but he was pushing those limits.

"You think that you're untouchable. I'll admit, you're a special case," Something was different, he wasn't showing any intentions of attacking me, a fist full of my shirt, "But I'm still going to teach you a lesson."

"Indulge me," I encouraged, looking at his hand before meeting his eyes again, "I'm curious."

The force of my shirt being ripped off like an old rag brought me to meet his lips, his teeth quickly trapping my lower lips, biting down and at the same time, claws shredding my shorts away, sinking into my skin, shaking at the burn of my flesh being pierced.

Why was my heart racing so fast? Why was my body warm so suddenly? I didn't even notice how hard I was gripping a part of his shirt, how I was kissing back just as animalistic.

"Hehe, what would you know?" Murmuring while pulling back on my lip some, I could taste some blood, his voice sending a shiver through me, "You like the pain."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," My words were a warning more than anything as our lips parted, eyes dilating when I found his again, "You have no idea just how crazy I really am."

"Crazy?" He kept laughing at me, hand creeping between my thighs, immediately torturing my clit, feeling how wet I was, smiling in my face, "Then that means that I don't have to hold back."

I didn't know what it was that I saw or thought while staring into his eyes, but it felt like the devil calling for me and subconsciously, I chased it.

"It's fair play," Closing my eyes to take in some of the pleasure, my hand went for him, just to be slammed down to my back, ears filled with more of his laughter:

"Fair? Oh no, this won't be fair. I'm going to break you."

One hand pinning my wrists above my head, his other was still working at my clit and my head felt as if it were going to explode from holding back moans, but my squirming legs showed that he was driving me mad.

"B-Break me?" My head hurt from fighting myself, legs wanting to spread wider to get more, but wild nerves having them close with shakes, starting to let out whimpers as I felt the stretch of my soppy hole, his fingers working inside me and showing no mercy.

"Break you like a twig," He growled at me, fingers pumping as quick and deep as he could manage, thumb still at my clit, and my hips started to jerk so much they were lifting, fingertips nudging a bump with a curve that made this hot weight press in my stomach, having me scream out during my overwhelming orgasm:

"Break me!"

I felt heavy, like a sinking anchor with each breath I took, shuddering at his two fingers stroking through my slick, coating them while leaning down to me to ask:

"What was that?"

Thinking about it, my last words were a command rather than mocking him. I didn't look nor answer, a sharp gasp jumping from my throat with his fingers at my clit again, rubbing faster than before in a circle, feeling his nose against mine:

"I asked you a damn question."

It felt like tiny needles piercing me, that's how erratic my nerves were. My hips jerked into the air and grinding against nothing, nails sinking into the hand of his that kept me pinned still, opening my eyes to repeat:

"Bre-; Break! Me!"

Staring at the ceiling, I was perplexed by how the darkness above got so bright, closing my eyes again just to see nothing but dots roaming, shaking with every breath, legs shaking like a leaf even without him touching me anymore.

"You're gonna regret that," He finally let go of my wrists, relieving some of the strain on my body, but I knew that this was nowhere near over, "Put that mouth of yours to good use."

His fingertips guided across my lip and into my mouth, sucking his fingers clean, gagging me with them. When he pulled back, I was greeted by his nude body, grabbing me by the ankle and bringing me to him.

"You looked so proud when you were talking shit to me earlier," Lining his tip with my entrance, I screamed out in both pleasure and pain, completely bottomed out with no time to adjust, "How will you feel after everyone hears you screaming my name?"

The burn felt so good, not a care in my mind and letting my body do as it pleased, from the sudden jerks to my screams while I had the chance. Especially considering his rapid-fire, jackhammer thrusts were determined to split me in two.

"You piss me off," Voice rumbling, his hand found my throat, and a sharp ache in my back as he lifted my upper body to meet his nose, head so fuzzy and warm, the tear that rolled down it felt as if it steamed off, all meanwhile I had a smirk on my face, at least I tried to manage one.

"Grim-" That's all I could get out with how hard he had me, eyes going completely white at the tight clench around his cock, barely there as another orgasm took over me.

"I won't say it again," Throwing me down, my back smacked and brought me back to reality, crying and screaming out at the bulge I felt in my stomach, his thrusts more brutal and I gave him the satisfaction of hearing me calling out:

"Grimmjow!"

With his head titled up, his smirk had never been so devilish, nails sinking into my hips and clawing my body down onto his cock even harder.

I was hysteric, continuing to scream his name, so sore from the waist down and he didn't seem to be phased at all, knowing that I was close to another orgasm yet again.

"Only if you could look at yourself," Holding me by the jaw and keeping my head still, even I couldn't deny the truth he spoke, gazing deeply at me, "Fucking you so hard that you can't even see straight. Never thought someone like you could take all of this."

For the first time in a long time, my thoughts were leading me to some light, ignoring him for the time being, latching to his arms and returning the favor on the digging nails, blurred spots across the ceiling as I tried to see, but cuming so hard that it felt like I was levitating:

"Fuck, Grimmjow!"

I was surprised to hear his groans, feeling his cock throb against my pulsating walls:

"Well, you already made a damn mess."

The heat I felt pooling inside of me added to the fire I was feeling from head to toe, just from him to pull back, pumping his cock and oozing more onto me, trembling and gasping, finally able to see straight to find that damned smirk again.

"You know," He whispered, pointing out, "I've never seen you look so alive."

"Don't think this makes us friends or something," I knew that we just shared an experience that most people use for deep connections and intimacy, but we were far from a romance.

"Friends?" He was laughing hysterically almost, shaking his head and smiling in my face, "Only makes me want to break you even more."

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transizzyhands · 1 year

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hey look it's the first 2,000 words or so of this post-El Camino fic ive been working on

After 26 years in the desert, the first big adjustment was coping with the cold. Sure, it got cold in New Mexico, but it was nothing compared to Alaska's bitter freezes. Back when Alaska was just an idea in his head, he thought he could handle it. Oversized hoodies and beanies pulled low over his ears had been his wardrobe since he was a teenager, after all—they should have served him well up north.

Not so much. Less than a week after he arrived, after a night of shivering himself awake next to the wood stove, he got into the truck and headed into town.

It was a small town, vastly different from Albuquerque's busy streets and sprawling neighborhoods. Most of the vehicles around here were old trucks and Jeeps, bodies half-rusted away, with the occasional Subaru or SUV parked along the street. Small cars didn't fare well in the snow. Before the next big snowfall, he'd have to get chains. First things first, though: more layers.

A storefront called SNOWBUSTER'S EMPORIUM caught his eye. In the windows, a headless mannequin modeled a fur-lined parka and matching trousers, with a scarf around its neck and sturdy boots. He cut the engine halfway down the street and headed inside.

The bell over the door rang out, punctuating the classic rock playing softly over hidden speakers. “Hey, Joe!” came a woman's voice, but he couldn't see anyone.

“Uh. Not Joe. Sorry,” he said.

A head poked up from behind a rack of sweaters. “Oh! Nope, definitely not.” The woman, dark-haired and dark-eyed, shot him a mischievous grin. “Sorry about that.” She stepped out from behind the rack and approached him. “I'm Ness. New in Haines?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, let me know if I can help you find anything, okay?” She looked friendly enough, in her early forties with her dark hair in twin braids and a light-green flannel shirt buttoned high. “Passing through or staying?”

“Haven't decided,” he said. That, at least, wasn't a lie.

“This is a nice town. We always welcome a friendly face. How long have you been here?”

“Few days.”

“How do you like it so far?” As Ness spoke, she moved around the store, straightening displays or re-folding scarves.

“Not bad. A little cold at night.”

She hummed in agreement. “Staying warm at night is tricky. I always recommend getting a dog for that. But if you're allergic to dogs or you're not interested in getting one, there's always long johns! Back here.”

After a brief hesitation, he followed her to the back of the store and she gestured to a rickety shelf stacked with folded long johns. “Take a look back here, and if you don't find something you like, we can always special order something for you. It'll take a couple weeks to get in, but it's worth it. Welcome to town.” She stuck out her hand.

He shook it. “Thanks. Lucas,” he added.

Her smile widened. “Nice to meet you, Lucas. If you need me, I'll be up at the register. Just holler.” She went back to the front, leaving him to stare at the woolen clothing in silence.

But his attention just shifted right back to the shelves. They were splintering, half-eaten away, and looked like they were a rough sneeze away from falling apart. Flimsy plywood held together with wood glue and prayers. Before he could stop himself, he called over, “Where'd you get these shelves?”

Ness propped herself up on her elbows, leaning against the front case. “Why?”

“Hope you didn't pay too much for 'em, or I'd say you got ripped off.”

An eyebrow went up along with a small smile. “And how much would be too much?”

He scanned the rest of the store, eyeing the shelves in the walls. “Fifty bucks.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah.” A horrible thought struck him. “You didn't make 'em yourself, did you?”

“No, I didn't make them.”

“Oh. Okay.” His heart rate started to return to normal.

“My brother did,” Ness finished as the bell above the door chimed out again.

“Your brother did what?” asked the man who'd pushed open the door. He wasn't particularly tall, maybe three inches taller than him, but his wide build, grown-out beard, and intense stare all immediately indicated that he was not someone to be messed with.

“Apparently, my brother is a piss-poor carpenter.”

“No, wait—that's not what I said,” he protested, silently kicking himself. He'd been in town less than a week, in this store less than five minutes, and he was already making an ass of himself. How the fuck was he supposed to keep himself out of trouble when he couldn't last a day with regular people?

“Lucas, this is Joe, my brother. We own the store.”

“I'm... sorry,” he mumbled, starting to skirt around the edge of the store toward the other door. His first, panicked reaction was to go for the gun in his waistband—the gun he didn't have on him. “I have this bad habit, I talk too much—look, I'll just leave and I won't bother you again.”

“That one doesn't open,” Joe said, his beard twitching.

“Ah.” He couldn't get a read on Joe's expression, but he didn't want to look too closely at him, either. “Are you gonna let me go?”

The siblings exchanged a look and then Joe stepped away from the door.

He took the opening presented and bolted before they could change their minds.

The snow crunched under his stiff boots, heavier on his feet than he was used to. Discomfort came from unexpected angles, from the cold against his scalp and the tug of still-healing scars when he talked, to tight new boots that hadn't broken in yet and an ache that went bone-deep when he bent his left knee. He focused on that to keep from panicking, focused on the key digging into his palm as he finally drew level with the truck.

The engine hadn't cooled much, so the air that blasted him was still warm. He fumbled through his unfamiliar pockets until he found his cigarettes and lighter. Maybe one day he'd quit, but right now, he didn't care. There was no guarantee he'd even make it to 30 anyway.

He needed a drink to calm himself down, but the idea of drinking alone after spending the better part of a year alone was enough to drive him crazy on its own. So going to a bar was the best option.

Fortunately, he didn't have to drive far. Barely a block away, he pulled into a practically-empty parking lot and went inside. It wasn't the sleaziest dive he'd been to, but it was up there. The dim lighting inside obscured anything farther than ten feet away. In some dark corner, only the quiet click of pool balls cracking together indicated a game of billiards. Despite the NO SMOKING sign behind the bar, an old-timer sat at a far table with a fat cigar burning. He went up to the bar, vacant aside from one bleary-eyed patron, and flagged down the bartender. “Jack and Coke.”

“ID.”

He slid his license across the bar top. The bartender's eyes scanned the name, the photo, the birthdate. “Sure thing, Mr. Driscoll. Five bucks.” She slid it back to him.

“Isn't it ten?” he asked, pointing to the prices listed above the bar.

“Happy Hour started at four. Jeez,” the bartender added. “Never heard a guy complain about a cheap drink before.” She pulled out a glass and started pouring, then nodded at someone over his head.

Before he could turn around to look, another body was in his space, sliding onto the stool next to his. “Just put it on my tab, Ruthie.”

“Sure thing. Anything for you? Get you your usual?”

“Nah, I'll just be a minute.” Leather creaked as weight shifted. “Never did get a chance to properly make your acquaintance. Joseph Parker. Everyone calls me Joe. Nella said you're Lucas?”

He swallowed and forced himself to look at Joe. “Yeah. Luke is good too.” It brought Luke Skywalker to mind. Badger and Skinny Pete were Trekkies if anything, but he'd always preferred Star Wars.

“Luke.” It looked like Joe was grinning, but it was hard to tell for sure.

“Yeah. Luke. My last name's Driscoll, though. Not anything cool, like Skywalker.”

Joe laughed, a big and genuine laugh, and Luke took a swig of his Jack and Coke to hide his sigh of relief.

“So, like... what are you doing here? You didn't follow me here just to buy me a drink, did you?”

Joe nodded slowly and lightly tapped his pinkie and ring fingers on the slick wood of the bar top. “You're right. I just wanted to—look, are you okay? When you left the store, you looked like you were about to pass out.”

“Huh?”

“What you said? 'You gonna let me go?' You were shaking like a Chihuahua.”

“But your sister said—”

Joe waved dismissively. “Ness was messing with me, that's all. That's what she does. I know those shelves're garbage. They've been like that for ten years. We fight about them all the time.”

“So why don't you just replace them?”

“You'll have to ask her that. Sometimes it feels like the only way they'll get fixed is if someone does it overnight.” He propped himself by his elbow. “Bah, it's not that important. Listen, there's no hard feelings, Luke. You gave a fair and moreover honest assessment of my work. It don't bother me any. Besides, if you keep talking to Ness about it, you might be able to help me convince her to replace them.” Joe got to his feet and held out his hand. “Come on back sometime and we'll take care of you.”

He shook Joe's hand. “Yeah, for sure. I'll be back.”

“Cool. See you around, Luke.” He stepped away, his hand lingering a fraction of a second longer in Luke's, and Luke swore his heart missed a beat but by the time he processed it, Joe was out the door.

He swirled his drink for a moment and then took another swig, grimacing slightly at the burning tang of whiskey.

“Well, since Joe's paying, want another?” Ruthie asked.

“He's really not gonna kick my ass?”

“Who, Joe? He's a big cuddly kitty-cat. Besides, I wouldn't offer if it was gonna be a problem. So how 'bout it?”

He stared into the glass for a few seconds and then finished it off. “Yeah, sure.”

“Great.” She mixed up another and swapped out the glasses. “Here. So, I'm gathering that you're new around Haines. Makes sense, I've never seen you before. You hanging around?”

“Haven't decided. I haven't unpacked yet, if that's what you mean.”

“Well, why not?”

“I don't know.”

“Think you could stay for, say, a month?”

That wasn't what he expected. “For what?”

“Well, if I'm being honest, it's a little boring. Everyone knows everyone. Kind of a relief to get some fresh blood in here.”

Something about that comment put him on-edge. “You're not... uh, vampires, are you?”

Ruthie laughed so hard she cried. Neither of the other two bar patrons even looked over at them.

“I'm guessing that means no.”

Her giggles slowly subsiding, she wiped her eyes with the back of her wrists. “No, no vampires in this town that I know of.”

“Werewolves?”

Ruthie looked like she was going to lose it again. “Luke, I need your help to get Joe a date. This isn't a monster movie. Not to imply the two are mutually exclusive or anything.”

“Why do you need my help?”

“Because you're exciting, you're bright, shiny, and new, and you're probably looking for new friends of your own anyway, right? So it's a win-win.”

“Sure. So what's your angle in this?”

“What makes you think I have one?”

“Just seems a little weird, you know? Asking a stranger for help setting up your friend.”

“What? Come on, I bet you're a great wingman. But listen, hey. He's a good guy. He just needs to shake it up a bit. Stranger from out of town sounds like the perfect way to do that. But, hey, if you're not interested, no problem.”

There was only one right answer to this, and the wrong answer felt dangerous. But there was a tug in his chest, something telling him to stay. So he compromised. “I'll think about it, okay?”

Ruthie nodded appreciatively. “That's more than I can rightly ask a stranger.”

#brba fanfiction #jesse pinkman #el camino spoilers

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nix-writes-mcyt · 2 years

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Can you maybe or if you want to make a season 7 yandere Scar fanfic? Like when he was the mayor?

Only if you want to!

And if this a bit awkward this is my first ever request that I made.

It's alright This fuelled me. S7 was the first I watched from the beginning so it holds a special place in my heart. I woke up, saw this request, and immediately wrote the whole thing. The sheer amount of "I know what to do" was incredible, and I thank you very much for sending this one in. It was very fun, and I do hope you enjoy it!

Corrupt

Oneshot Contains: Yan!Scar, Yandere Tendancies (manipulation, guilt tripping, possessiveness), Angst, Married Couple ------------------------------------------------

As the ceiling smashes open you panic. You weren't supposed to be out, let alone here of all places.

You duck under the table while the debris still blocks sight, Grian shooting you a worried look as you do.

"Well, well well, look what we have here." You can almost hear the smirk in your lovers voice. He's been searching for this for months.

"Scar." Grian says, voice full of venom. "Oh, don't worry, I'll give you three seconds to escape starting now." Scar begins the countdown, you can hear the other hermits rockets going off. You have to try.

You stand, sprinting in the direction of where you know the exit. You fire off a rocket, but your elytra doesn't unfold. You don't lift into the air.

"Times up!" Scar says. You freeze, back turned to him. He can't recognise you like this.

You were sure to cover up any traces to you as best you could. You borrowed clothes from the others specifically in case this happened.

"Just one hermit left. I didn't see you at the table." You can hear his footsteps creeping closer. Those perfectly shiny black shoes he always wears loud against the quartz floor.

You take in a deep breath, holding it. Scar spins you around, smug smirk quickly falling into a frown once he sees your eyes. He reaches up, ripping the mask from your face and pulling down your hood.

Now you exhale, the Mayor looking ever so displeased with you. He stares for a second, eyes hard.

Hearing footsteps approach him from behind Scar smiles, stepping forward to pull you into a hug. "Oh, Y/n. I'm so glad I found you. Those awful Mycelium Resistance supporters had no right to take you from your home. I'm so glad you're okay."

Mumbo and Bdubs look at each other, soft smiles on their faces. They believe him. "Come on Y/n, love of my life, let's get you home safe." He pulls back from the hug, and although the smile on his face is still present, the look in his eyes tells you just how much trouble you're in.

The trip home is painfully short, Scar holding your hand the entire flight back. He knew if he let go you'd leave.

Once back he bids farewell to Mumbo and Bdubs, who insisted on escorting the two of you home. "I'll be sure to drop off some diamonds for your help." Scar smiles, "I might not be in the office for a few days, I have to make sure Y/n is okay." The others nod and say their goodbyes, leaving you and Scar alone.

Once they're out of sight Scar turns to you, ushering you inside the house. "Go get changed." You hang your head and you do, returning to him as fast as possible.

"Good, now there's no visible signs of your betrayal." Scar takes your hand and leads you into the lounge. He closes the windows and draws the curtains, not wanting anyone outside to know what's going on inside.

"What is my number one rule?" Scar asks you, removing his sash and monocle, placing them neatly on the coffee table. "Don't leave the house without approved personelle and your permission." You mumble. You broke that rule a number of times.

"Good, and what is number two?" He asks this time, removing his jacket as he did, the sash. "Don't say or do anything that may ruin our public image." Scar nods, undoing the cuffs on his sleeves.

"So if you know both of those rules, tell me, Y/n, why I found you out alone, surrounded by people that are in the Mycelium Resistance no less. People that are and always have been against my mayoral campaign?"

You cast your eyes down. Scar huffs, walking over. "Answer me, my love."

"I never wanted you to be mayor. I wanted us to live a normal life, and you promised me we would, we'd be happy. You're not the same man you were, Scar. Your time in office has left you corrupt, hungry for profits over the people." Scar laughs, usually it would fill you with joy. This time it fills you with dread.

"You helped me run for mayor, you helped me set everything up and now you tell me you never wanted that. Oh, you are funny." His smirk doesn't waver, nor does his attitude as he begins to pace before you.

"I'm not the bad guy here, you joined the bad guys." Scar says, "you joined them, you went against me. The man you married, happily betrayed over a thought of corruption that isn't even true." He stops, turning to you.

"Scar, I-" "No." He chuckles, walking back over. "I see what's going on."

You take an involuntary step back, Scar following. "If you were bored you could have just said so, I could have made sure you had things to do. Instead you betray me." His smirk disappears, instead replaced with a more neutral look.

You feel a pang of guilt strike you, his words hurt. "You betray me, your husband, because you want to entertain yourself."

"Scar, listen, I love you and-" he cuts you off. "You love me? You do?" You nod.

Of course you love him, you married him after all. Sure, he doesn't always make the best decisions but.. you do love him.

"If you love me so much you'll listen very carefully to what I have to say next." You nod again. He already feels betrayed by your actions, you don't want to make that any worse.

"Good, now. We're going lay out some new ground rules. First, unless it's with me you do not leave this house. Understand?" It's more restrictive, you should have expected this.

You should have known your actions would lead here, but you thought you could get away with joining the Mycelium Resistance. You thought he'd never know.

You thought wrong. "I understand." You mumble, unhappy with the fact you're agreeing. But you don't want to make things any worse.

"Second, you tell me everything you know about the Mycelium Resistance, I'll let you stay in contact with them through letters, but you tell me everything." His eyes are bright, he's clearly proud of the plan he came up with. He knows you can't say no.

This time you don't verbally respond, opting to just nod your head instead. "Excellent, now. Rule three. You don't ever call me corrupt again, because I'm not."

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him he is. To tell him how many things have changed about him since he was elected mayor. But you can't. Once again, you find yourself silently agreeing.

Scar looks proud, proud and very smug. "Good. I'm glad you could come to your senses." He smiles before turning and leaving the room.

You can hear him go upstairs, humming a little song. Your favourite song, one the two of you used to dance to before he was elected. Back when life was simpler.

You miss the old Scar, you still love the one you have but he's changed. Things aren't as easy anymore. You don't feel.. free.

"Miss me?" He smirks, entering the room again. You feel your heart flutter at the familiarity of his outfit, the plain brown pants and off-white shirt a reminder of the man you fell in love with.

You smile softly, Scar coming over and wrapping you in his arms You close your eyes, enjoying the moment while you can.

"You're safe with me, you know?" He begins, holding you just that little bit tighter. "That's why I can't let you go out alone anymore. I need you here, safe, mine. I love you."

"I love you too." You reply. Opening your eyes is a mistake, your eyes landing on the coffee table where the vibrant purple suit jacket, blue sash and monocle lay, taunting you.

You close your eyes again but the colours are burned into your mind. A reminder that this Scar, although he looks the same and sounds the same, is corrupt by power.

Power he has over the hermits, the shopping district. Power he has over you.

#scar x reader #goodtimewithscar x reader #gtwscar x reader #hermitcraft x reader #request #yan!scar x reader #scar #gtwscar #goodtimewithscar #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft #yandere #yan!scar #mcyt x reader

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thesoulesscollection · 2 years

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Heyyyyyy I hope you don’t mind if I make another request.

11 (kissing in the rain) and 38 (life or death kiss) with Ellie and Right again.

Heya, not a problem you can send in as many prompts, asks/questions or whatever you like here, I don't mind. Thank you again for this prompt. It's really fun to write. My ask box is always open for anyone to flood it with whatever.

This is based lightly off the last one-shot prompt I made about this same ship and timeline ((●))

Tw/Tags: Toppat Recruits Timeline, Established Relationship, Minor Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, & Domestic Fluff

"You're alright over there, darling? The rain got you quite good, didn't it?"

"Yeah I'm fine and I know… I'm absolutely drenched over here. If you didn't notice that already" Ellie tiredly groaned, tightly gripping onto Right, flushed face nuzzling deep into the man's neck seeking warmth in the cold.

"You look nice. Beautiful"

Almost stuck in a constant state of internal panicking overload she manages to pull her wretched emotions together again to something more bearable just enough to break free from his strong hold around her waist however not enough to disclose the worries.

"Uh huh. You're an overly romantic mush" Brushing a hand through damp tangled red locks, Ellie breathes out a relieved sigh as she craned her head, slightly tilting it to the side allowing his lips to meet hers.

"A mush who's telling you the honest truth here" He replied with a warm smile wiping the water from her face, inching closer and she welcomed it with no struggle. "You're such a strong, intelligent woman. Really remarkable. Maybe a touch stubborn but that's what I love about you. What I could ever do without you is unquestionable"

"Uh huh. The military and the Wall shake like fall leaves in complete fear because of me, I suppose" She chuckled alongside him. "Stubborn. Me? Have you looked at yourself? You're just as bad. At least I'm a better kisser"

Snorting back that broke their kiss to endless giggles, Right lightly bumped into the woman, "Honestly I'm glad we got out of there when we did. Not a single scratch was laid on us"

"Yep… A real close one. They've been on our asses for a while now, huh?" She solemnly reminded him.

"I know. I should've been more cautious when they were there. They been on our case for weeks now"

Ellie nodded, brewing in the tense silence washing over them for a second, a grim understanding that their mortal enemies having banded together into one more stronger union months prior just after the clan's orbital station went to space ready to rip the rug from under their feet at a moment's notice.

"We're fine though" Right calmly reassured her, planting a lasting deeper kiss on her lips. "We're safe now up here. In space no one can touch us. I won't allow anyone to hurt you either"

"And I won't let anyone hurt you too. You're my everything. I'll make sure they regret the day they ever think of doing so" She swayed close, brushing against him, arms crossed over his shoulders to steal another kiss.

#Answered Ask #catisteard #Ask Game #Ask Box Is Always Open #Asks Are Always Appreciated #Anon Or Not #Thsc Au #Toppat Recruits #RoseRight #Ellie Rose #Right Hand Man #Thsc Rhm #Thsc Right Hand Man #Henry Stickmin Collection #Hthe Henry Stickmin Collection #Minor Angst #Fluff #Mild Emotional Hurt/Comfort #Ellie x Right Hand Man

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thepatronsaintoffilth · 2 years

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All the horror movie asks!!

let's gooooooooo!

Scream: Choose one: Phone sex, video call, or sexting?

I'll be boring and say sexting - I am a writer after all, so I'll play to my strengths.

Phone sex ... God, I haven't phone-boned since I was a teenager 🤣 and I'm too risk averse to risk a video call, like having a recording with my face or body and the thought of that falling into the wrong hands just ... no.

Nightmare on Elm Street: Are you into somnophilia?

To a concerning degree, YES. Very much so.

The Craft: Are you more dominant or submissive? Would you/have you ever done the opposite?

As a switch, I've played both sides. As to which way I lean more ... that's tough to decide. If this had been a few years ago, I would have said I was more sub-leaning. Now though? I definitely lean more into my dominance. It's usually a case by case thing for me, especially if I'm across from another switch (always a good time)

Poltergeist: What was the last sex toy you bought? The first? If you don’t own one and want to, what would you buy?

The last one I bought were my nipple clamps, and the first? Wow, this is going back decades, I think the first sex toy I ever bought was literally when I turned 18 and it was the cheapest, most basic ass vibe - like picture a cheap prop vibrator in a dumb stoner comedy, that's what I bought before I clit-suckers were where its at

It Follows: Talk about a time you got horny when you were somewhere you shouldn’t be horny (ie. school, work, etc.)

Damn, I feel like this happens every day, so ... but actually the time I'm thinking of is when I was smoking weed (back when I used to smoke) with my cousins and I got so horny from the weed that I had to leave the whole smoke sesh to get myself sorted out.

Like I legit just bounced, vanished without saying a word to anyone. I remember them asking the next day "where tf did you go?? you just ran off" and I was like ".... don't worry about it"

Rocky Horror Picture Show: Fishnets or thigh highs? On you or a partner?

Ah, damn, don't make me choooooose! Both and both. Though for a seasonal pick, fishnets for spring and summer, thigh highs for fall and winter.

Trick ‘R Treat: Do you like to roleplay in bed? What’s your favorite scene or character to act out?

I LIVE for roleplay. Tough to pick my favorite scene or character, but being an "unwilling" test subject is high on my list recently.

IT: What is your ultimate fantasy? Describe it in detail.

oh, shit here we go

well

... you know the [redacted] of [redacted] and [redacted], right? It's kinda like that, but with a LOT more anal.

yeah I'm chickening out

Dracula: Do you like receiving/giving hickies?

I love giving hickies. As for receiving, it's been so long, I've forgotten what it feels like (lol rip me)

Anyone wanna help me with that? Jog my memory?

Anyone?

V/H/S: If you watch porn, what type is your favorite?

I'm a self-professed connoisseur of facefuck vids. Deepthroat and facial vids make up an embarrassing percentage of my collection

The Shining: Would you prefer to have sex in a hotel or at home?

Tough call, but I'll say hotel. Hotel sex hits SO different. Not better, but different.

Friday the 13th: Do you like shower sex? If you haven’t tried it, would you?

I think I would like shower sex, but the last time I tried, it was with an idiot who tried to use body wash like it was lube. So we didn't even get to do it because I gave them a lengthy lecture about vaginal health and how soap Doesn't Go In There.

Yes, we were still in the shower the whole time.

Did that even answer the question?? God, I hope so. MOVING ON -

Pet Semetary: Are you into pet play? Do you prefer being a kitten, puppy, or something else?

I love pet play. I prefer being a bunny. Puppy is a close second.

Carrie: What is your most embarrassing sex/masturbation story? Have you ever been caught?

NOPE

The Witch: Do you like dirty talk? What’s the most attractive thing someone has said to you in bed?

Dirty talk is my forever jam. I think the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me was .... something I can't share, actually. I mean, I could, but it was very context-heavy in terms of what it did to me.

The Human Centipede: Do you own any butt plugs? Have you ever worn them in public?

Not yet and no, I haven't, can't wait to do both at some point in the near future.

The Purge: Do you like foreplay? What is your favorite foreplay activity?

Foreplay is coreplay, it makes up the bulk of the act of sex itself. Then again, I've known how to make myself cum in the shortest amount of time possible since I was like 15, so I have been known to "rush to the good part" lol.

My favorite foreplay activity is hard to isolate, but if I had to describe it, I'd say its all the clothed parts? The kissing and rubbing and squeezing over the clothes stuff. When the breathing gets heavy and right when it gets too hot to bear keeping the clothes on.

That's the part I like.

Halloween: Are you into bodily fluids (ie. blood, scat, piss, etc.)? Which one(s)?

I have the slightest teeniest tiniest hint of a piss kink developing recently

The Evil Dead: What’s something you fantasize about that you’d never actually act on?

I waver on this, but I would say my love of abduction play. I'm absolutely down to enact a scenario with all the trimmings but ... there is part of me that worries something could go wrong.

Like someone could see me "being abducted" and call the cops and make a big stink about it that ends up on the news and getting back to my family. Or the trunk I'm in might be too hot and i could have another stroke. Or maybe the person I'm playing with just takes the opportunity to fuck me and then kill me for real and dump me in the woods with all the tools I thought were props for our play.

Now ... having said all that ...

I still want to do it, but ... it really depends on when I really have the opportunity. I'll need to wait until then to see whether I'm willing to take it or if it's just a fantasy.

Cabin in the Woods: Have you ever made a sex tape? Would you?

I'm too risk averse to allow someone to record me. The one time that I did let someone take video of me, I let them enjoy it for about 5 minutes before I made them delete it in front of me.

Fright Night: Have you ever used random objects to masturbate with? If so, what were they?

I'm not into object insertion, actually. I didn't realize that until I had to filter that tag on here XD

Jennifer’s Body: Are you into pain play? To what extent? Giving, receiving, or both?

Giving and receiving, for sure. At to extent, it varies, but even my upper limit is pretty mild. I have quite a few hard kinks, but pain doesn't usu factor into it, at least not heavily.

The Purge: Do you like wearing lingerie? What item of clothing turns you on the most to wear/have someone else wear?

I never seem to have much luck with lingerie - wearing it anyway. I'm kind of basic in my tastes, I prefer to be nude. That's me though. On someone else? I ADORE lingerie. I'm partial to vintage pieces like garters and stockings with seams, things like that.

The Blair Witch Project: Have you ever had sex outside? Would you? Where?

I've had a lot of sex outside lol and I can't wait to do it again.

The Conjuring: What’s the best position to be spanked/spank someone? Paddle, whip, or hand?

OTK, all the way, baby. And I favor the hand, with paddle as a very close second.

The Ring: Have you tried hypnosis? Would you?

I have not tried it! But I definitely have a slight hypno kink. I love reading about it, smut or otherwise. And I would definitely give it a shot, but if I were to get really into it, it would likely just be self-hypnosis.

Saw: Confess a kink in detail that you haven’t told anyone.

I can't think of one, but by tomorrow? Who knows? I seem to develop new interests every other day.

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Are you embarrassed by any kinks or fetishes you have? What are they?

I think being embarrassed is actually one of my kinks, so ... lol I'm only half-kidding, but yeah, I do have a few I'm a little shy about. Like I think I might (MIGHT) have a piss kink, haven't actually given it a shot but it does come up in my browser from time to time

#ask #anon

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kyberbonsai · 2 years

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hi there i want to ask this question in a non-insane non-accusatory sounding way because i really have no stake in anything but... how come you and rabdoidal have the same art style? like when it comes to drawing faces it's uncanny

Hey there, I appreciate the question, thanks for pointing this out. I'll get in touch with Rabdoidal as well, just in case!

First of all, the art by Rabdoidal I've seen was absolutely amazing! I think mine is nowhere close to that level, and I hope it shows it's my own thing rather than an attempt at replicating that. However, if my style looks similar it probably is because I've inadvertently and unconsciously absorbed elements of styles I liked, while trying to develope a way of drawing earlier on. I've only been drawing digitally for a while and I have no art training, so my art is changing constantly (which is pretty annoying but still). Sometimes it is more realistic, sometimes less (like the Bad Kids in dresses I just did), but I am trying to find a style I'm satisfied with and I will keep your comment in mind in the future. The last thing I want to do is a (bad) copy of someone else's work; if that's what my art comes off as please let me know, I apologize if that is the case.

That being said, when I'm drawing I try to remain as free from other artists influence as it is possible. I avoid looking at other people's designs as much as I can, and only check out the official art or my previous takes on the character. That doesn't make my design consistent (if I've drawn a character more than once you bet they're gonna be completely different, rip), but I hope it improves my skills and makes my character more varied/unique.

However, please do let me know if you have any other comments. Once again, I really don't want to offend anyone or copy their work inadvertently, so feel free to reach out (dms are probably the most straightforward way for a conversation) and let me know if anything feels like that, I'll do what I can to fix it and prevent it.

#ask #Thanks for reaching out!#I know my brain is dumb so I've had to unfollow artists I loved to avoid being passively influenced by their work #so this is valid criticism #I should probably live in a bubble to be able to fully avoid that #But I do make a conscious effort to reduce the sponge effect (??) and I hope it shows

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boydiisaster · 2 years

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anger management

reader: gender neutral, they/them pronouns

tw/cw: angst, kinda suicidal tendencies?? (like not caring if you get hurt really badly), cussing, fighting, bloody noses, broken bones- just an overall violence and blood warning. also spoilers for lesson 16!

author's note: i didn't know whether or not you wanted your profile known, so i blocked it out just in case !! i hope you don't mind :) anyways back on topic, i enjoyed this prompt ! thank you for requesting <33

lucifer

When your paperwork said that you were a "tad bit much to handle," Lucifer just assumed that it meant you were like the rest of his brothers: loud, hyper, and in some cases obnoxious. Never did he think it was because you started brawls with anyone who looked at you funny.

"MC!" he screams at you, already wearing his demon form. His wings are ruffling behind his back, black wisps seeping off them. He stares down at you as the demon you currently have in a choke hold coughs and sputters pathetic pleas for mercy.

"What?!" you bark back. "Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"Busy causing harm to your fellow classmates, yes! Let. Them. Go!" With each punctuation, Lucifer strides closer to you until he's ripping the poor demon out of your grasp and tossing them back behind him like they weigh nothing. His hand soon wraps around your wrist and you thrash while he drags you away from the scene, you spewing curses at him all the way.

Lucifer quickly finds an empty classroom and shoves you inside before entering himself. You stumble backwards as he locks the door, then you charge him as if he couldn't break your neck in a millisecond if he wanted to.

"Why'd you do that?!" you yell, throwing a punch at the eldest demon. He easily dodges you and grasps your fist when you throw another punch his way. Twisting your arm, he shoves you up against a wall, pinning your other wrist beside your head.

"Because you're causing a scene!" he hisses, gripping you tighter once he says scene. You bite your tongue to suppress a whimper of pain.

"What's wrong with you?" he demands. "Why must you always act like this? Can't you act civil at least when you're in public? This isn't a funny game to us, MC!"

"I don't care about you or what you think of me!" You try again to free yourself from Lucifer's grasp but he only tightens his hold the more you struggle. The brick walls are scraping against your face, cutting you a bit. "I didn't want to be apart of this dumb exchange program anyways!"

"Well you are so either act right," he turns you around and you're met with a very angry Lucifer. You've never seen him this furious, not even when Mammon sold off his prized vinyl. His eyes, ones you've always thought were gorgeous, are a seering, vibrant red. "Or I'll send you back to the human realm in a casket. Do you understand?"

"Fuck off," you reply, even though you're scared. "Do you honestly think I care whether I live or die?"

A bit taken aback, Lucifer hardens his exterior. "Either way, you're not in the human realm anymore, MC, so stop acting as if you can win every fight you get into. There's multiple lower level demons who could easily murder you."

"What part of I don't care don't you get, Lucifer?" you shout. "Kill me right now! Do it! You've already tried, so finish the job!"

Lucifer doesn't move and neither do you. You're breathing hard, blood trickling down your face both from the wall and your recent fight. You swallow, feeling a bit prideful for silencing the demon.

"Did you not ever get into fights when you first got here? Were you not scared? Frightened, angry?"

Lucifer doesn't answer you, but you already know the truth.

"That's what I thought. You're a hypocrite."

Shoving past the demon, you stop just before you unlock the door. You feel guilty. Did he really think you enjoyed acting like this? You want to stop, but everything around you is just... too much. Your reactions are justified, right? You've just been thrusted into a new environment, of course you'd lash out. There's powerful beings all around you now, and they've all made it very clear how much better they are than you. You can see it in their eyes, and you won't be having anyone— demon or otherwise— think you're just a powerless little human.

"I'm...," you sigh. Your body hurts, wrists definitely bruised from how tightly Lucifer held them. You bite your tongue and never finish your sentence, swinging the door open angrily and walking away.

You and Lucifer were alike in that way: too prideful to admit your faults. He stands in the empty classroom pinching the bridge of his nose, grumbling to himself. He should've stopped you, but what is there to do? You don't seem to want help from whatever is tormenting you, and Lucifer can't exactly force you to do anything you don't want to.

He's stuck.

mammon

He was happy to have another delinquent in the house, that is until he figured out you're more the get into meaningless fights for fun type instead of the make money quick type.

Currently, he had brought you with him to a fast food restaurant just to grab a quick lunch. It all went downhill when someone he owed money to walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.

By all means you weren't a powerful sorcerer yet, but you could easily tell Mammon to stay put like he's some sort of dog while you beat the life out of some poor demon. It took him thrashing around in place and using his demon form to break from your order. Let's hope you don't grow any stronger, or else he might not ever be able to break free.

Demons love bloodlust. It was inside them, it was in their morals, so pretty much only Mammon and the other demon's lackeys were trying to pry you off their boss. Once your seal on Mammon broke, in a flash he was behind you, gripping your waist and yanking you off the bloodied demon who looked like they were turning blue, by the way.

"Keep your money!" one of the other demons yelled while the first looked over their boss's wounds.

"We weren't going to pay you back in the first place!" you shout back as Mammon drags you out the door. You let him pull you into a dark alley away from the restaurant and grin at him when he finally lets you go. There's blood dripping from your nose and lots of scratch marks all over you from the demon's claws. You place your hands on your hips and beam, "One less group you owe money to! No need to thank me."

"What the hell was that?!" he hisses. "MC, I told you we were only there for food! Why'd you start a fight?!"

Your smile fades. You look confused. "They were bothering y-"

"They always do! I'm used to it, so what?!" Mammon stalks up to you, looming, eyes a bright, shimmering gold. "Keep your nose out of my business."

You furrow your brow and wipe the blood from your nose, a bit self-conscious that he mentioned it. "Then why tell me about your business? Why whine to me about how you owe all this money to so many different people?" You jab your finger into the demon's exposed chest, not caring if he snaps. "Why talk to me about your problems and then tell me not to care when I finally do something?"

"Because you're my friend!" he shouts.

"I was never your friend!" you scream. "You just used me like you use everyone else!"

"I do not do that! And don't you turn this around on me-"

"No, I will! You know I'm like this so why even try to befriend me?"

"Because I hoped you could change!"

"You're one to talk about change!"

The demon falls silent. In truth, both of you were in the wrong, but neither wanted to admit it. In one swift movement, you unclasp the matching keychain you share with Mammon from your phone and drop it on the floor, not before stepping on it as you leave. He stares at the pitiful thing, heart in shambles as he picks it up. With a deep breath, Mammon turns on his heel, silently begging for you to take this as a learning experience instead of using it to fuel your anger.

But again, he's one to talk about change, he thinks.

leviathan

There's blood all over the place. He's panicking, hurrily wrapping bandages around your bleeding abdomen and arms with shaky hands. He's in his demon form: a habit he's developed, you've noticed, when he's nervous or scared. Leviathan's eyes are frantic and he's constantly muttering "Oh god" over and over again under his breath. This was a common occurrence: him bandaging you up after you got into a fight, but never did you get into one where you came out this bad.

"Levi," you cough out, a bit of blood dribbling from your lower lip. "Levi it's fine, I'm okay!"

"You're dying!" he shrieks, applying more pressure to your stomach. "How did this even happen?!"

"I sort of got into a fight with a demon and... they had a knife," you explain sheepishly. "But it's cool!"

The demon gawks at you. He blinks a bit before furiously shaking his head and replacing your now blood-soaked bandages with clean ones. How you made it make to the House of Lamentation in this state, he'll never know. This same conversation usually happened more frequently than he'd like, but you're still reckless as ever. It was getting on his nerves.

"Just stay put! I'll- I'll go get Lu-"

His older brother's name isn't even halfway out of his mouth before you're clutching your side, trying to get up to assure him that you're fine. "N-no!" you gasp out. "No, don't do that. I'm okay, see? Perfect, in fact!"

"No, I'm going to get Lucifer," Levi insists, moving quickly, that is until you grab his tail and weakly tug on it. He turns, a bit offended, but he just stares meekly at your angry and sad exterior.

"No, please don't go tell Lucifer," you quietly beg. "He'll say the fight I got into was stupid-"

"The fight you got into was stupid!" Levi blurts out. "You-You're human! You're much more fragile than us, why do you go parading around like you can take on anyone and everyone?!"

"I don't know!" you lie. "But I did this for you. They-They were being mean to you, and-"

"And I'm used to it!"

"You shouldn't be!"

The two of you stand there in silence, you breathing hard and gripping your abdomen, Leviathan looking on the verge of tears. Were they angry tears? Sad tears? He doesn't quite know, but they start to pour down his face when you collapse to your knees, pulling your hand away from your stomach to see it covered in fresh blood.

When Leviathan compared you to his beloved anime protagonists, he didn't mean that you needed to go through the same motions as them, too.

"I don't need Lucifer," you mumble. Your breaths are loud and shallow. "I don't need anyone. I... I'm...."

You fall to the floor entirely and Leviathan screams his brother's names. He starts to blurt them out at random as he cradles you in his arms, starting with Lucifer and going down the line, hoping at least one of them will hear his cries for help. He's too weak, he's worthless. He can't save you, you're dead if one of his brothers doesn't show up.

Lucifer finds his younger brother cradling you in his arms. He's sobbing into your shoulder, nails digging into your arm. Levi weakly looks up, cheeks stained red from tears and hair a complete mess.

"Help them," he begs. "Lucifer please save them. I-I don't want to lose them. I can't lose anyone else."

Lucifer knows exactly who Leviathan's referring to when he utters that. He won't let that situation happen again.

satan

You weren't at school today. Satan looked for you in the halls, tip toeing over the taller students to try and catch a glimpse of your hair in the crowds, but there was no sign of you anywhere. He even asked Lucifer where you were, but even he didn't know.

He found out eventually. You were skipping class by hanging out deep in the forest behind the House of Lamentation. You sat in a big tree, straddling an even bigger branch as your fingers left ghostly impressions on the bark. You even resembled a ghost the way you sat there, flickering in and out of Satan's view thanks to the fading light of the moon.

"MC?" he tilts his head at you. "I couldn't find you at school today. Is this where you've been the entire time?"

You gaze down at your blond friend and shrug, a bit startled by his sudden voice. "More or less."

"Why didn't you want to come to school?" Satan sits his book bag down and leans on the base of the tree you sit on. "There must be a good reason?"

"Oh there is," you agree. "I didn't wanna go."

Satan blinks. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't feel like going." You stand, moving to climb higher into the tree. "Too much work. Didn't want the responsibility."

"MC, you need to come to school," Satan furrows his brow, puzzled. "How do you expect to get anywhere in life like this?"

"I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far, Satan." You look down at the demon with an unreadable expression on your face. "I thought you would have killed me by now. Either you or one of your brothers, so I'm not prepared for really anything."

Your eyes flick to the ground below you. "I've been thinking a lot recently, and I finally figured out why I felt so strange." You close your eyes and sigh, nestling back into a groove in the tree. "It's because I don't belong here. I want to go home Satan, and I don't care if you're worried about my education. I don't care period."

The demon is silent. He doesn't know what to say. He's overcome with an assortment of negative emotions, but he can't pinpoint just one. He thought you and him were good friends. Why didn't you want to stay with him? Why did you wait to tell him you felt like this?

It would be so much easier to just get angry instead of dejected, but Satan can't bring himself to be mad at you for something like simply wanting to go home. You were right; you didn't belong here. You're human. The lack of sun, distasteful-sounding foods, and little-to-no contact with other humans was getting to you. Satan wishes he could just deny caring for you. He didn't consider you a friend, he didn't feel guilty about you assuming that he would kill you in cold blood, and he wasn't saddened by the implication that you didn't want to stay with him. But all of those statements would be lies. Satan cares a lot about what you think of him. He doesn't want you, the one person who truly accepted him for his sin, to think he's some sort of monster. Even if that's what he thinks of himself.

You speak up again before Satan gets to. "Tell Lucifer I won't be home for dinner tonight."

asmodeus

You whimper lightly as Asmo dabs a wet cloth on your cheek, lips pursed and eyes focused. You couldn't tell if he was angry or not when you showed up at his door both battered and bruised, but you assumed he was probably really angry.

Your suspicions are correct when you reach out to grab Asmo's wrist and he slaps your hand away.

"No," he snaps, glaring daggers at your hand. "You came to me for help and I'm going to help you."

"I didn't," you half lie. "Not necessarily. I just... wanted to see you."

"While looking like you just got your ass beat?" he raises an eyebrow.

You sheepishly smile and Asmodeus groans. "You're ridiculous," he murmurs, then tapes a bandaid onto your cheek.

"I won the fight," you speak after a while. You didn't like the silence between you two. "I honestly thought they were gonna kill me," you breathlessly giggle.

Asmo doesn't say anything. He keeps cleaning up your wounds.

"I'm scared of your brothers," you admit, "but... they were talking bad about them. How Beelzebub's just a glutton, how Mammon doesn't care about anything other than money, how you...."

You don't continue. Asmo doesn't ask you to, either. He's pretty sure he knows exactly what those demons said. Those things have been said to him a thousand times before, he doesn't know why you took it so close to heart. It was sweet.

"Open your shirt," he orders, grabbing more bandages. "I saw how soaked it looked in blood. You're hiding a wound from me."

"You're very perceptive," you hum, then lie back on Asmo's bed. You can feel the deep gash on your side begin to ooze blood, but you're starting to get really sleepy.

"I'll buy you new bedsheets since your's are now all bloody," you yawn, then yelp when you feel a pair of ice cold fingertips on your stomach. Asmo unclasps your shirt, not caring if he breaks a few buttons or tears fabric. He's shaking and he knows it. He just hopes that you don't.

"Sorry."

You just hum, too tired to care. You try not to jerk or hiss when Asmo starts to feel around your cut. He's biting his lip, eyes filled with worry and hair a complete mess. He's kinda cute like this, you think. You've never seen him so focused on something. It's too bad that the thing he's focused on is a bloody wound.

"You're going to need stitches," Asmo tears off his blood-stained gloves after he finishes bandaging your stomach and tosses them to the side. "I'll steal the car and-"

"No."

He's already halfway out his bedroom door before you protest. The demon turns, eyebrow raised. "'No?'"

"No," you repeat. "I don't... what if...."

You can't pick the right words to fit your sentence. It's not like you're worried about Lucifer finding out what you did. In fact you couldn't care less on what he'd think of your actions. It's just.... You can't explain it. You don't trust him. Not like Asmo.

"MC," the blond demon starts. He has a frantic expression on his face. "If we don't get you to a hospital, that thing can grow infected." He points at the gash.

"Lucifer can't find out." You grimace as you try to stand. "Neither can the prince. No one but you can see me like this. I can't be seen as weak. I-"

"MC." Asmodeus repeats, staring at you. He doesn't meet your eyes. Instead, he's focused more on your cut. You look down, curious.

Wow. It was a really bad cut. It had already bled through the fresh bandages he gave you.

"Please," he whispers. "You're so wreckless all the time, MC. I don't want you to get hurt anymore. I want to help."

You don't say anything, but Asmo immediately knows your response when you take a small step towards him.

"I'll get the car," he says again. You just nod.

beelzebub

Beelzebub was no star student himself. He'd make passing grades, attend RAD as much as possible, and play his best in his games, but he wasn't the spitting image of an outstanding student. However when it came to you....

"Where's your work?"

Beelzebub quietly munches away on his 5th granola bar as his professor walks around collecting yesterday's assignments. They stopped at your desk, which quickly caught the orange-haired demon's attention.

"I don't have it," you say, nonchalant.

"Why not?" The professor presses on.

You shrug, meeting their eyes. "Because I didn't do it."

"Why not?" they repeat, louder this time.

"I didn't feel like it." You finish your sentence with a grin. "What's the point? Your class is boring anyways."

"You better watch your words with me, MC," the teacher sneers. Beel watches as they lean down, gripping your face roughly in their hand. Were teachers here allowed to touch the students like this?

"You might be friends with the Avatars, but that doesn't change how you're seen inside my classroom: a pathetic little excuse of a pupil. So either you pay attention in my class and turn in your work, or I fail you, and Lord Diavolo sends you back to your realm."

"For a teacher you're incredibly stupid." You shove the demon off of you, cheeky behavior gone. "Don't you get it? I don't even want to be here. Fail me for all I care, I'll get to go back to my old life which, though isn't the best, is a hell of a lot better than being some guinea pig for the prince of hell's exchange program."

Is that really how you see yourself? Beel thinks.

Beelzebub looks down at his desk when you move to stand. He hears you pick up your bag and sling it over your shoulder, then out the corner of his eye, catches you storming off towards the door.

"If you leave this classroom, MC-" the professor starts, but they never finish because you're already slamming the classroom door in their face. A couple of books fall off their shelves by how rough you were. Beel takes another bite of his granola bar.

He honestly thought you were pretty happy here. He tried his best to accommodate to your needs, especially after destroying your bedroom wall. He brought you snacks, always listened to you talk if you needed. Was he just not that good of a friend as he previously imagined?

The professor stalks back to the front of their classroom to continue their lessons. Beel glances up at them, then towards the door.

They wouldn't be upset if he skipped one class to check up on you, right...?

belpgegor

Honestly, Belphegor hasn't the slightest idea how he's doing so well in school. He sleeps all day, hardly ever studies, yet somehow aces all his tests. He's just gifted, he guesses. Maybe he should've used his gift to help you before it got this bad.

"Belphie!" you smile, picking your head up from your desk and giving the Sloth Avatar a big smile. Currently, you were in detention. This was your 3rd time being in here this week. It was really boring, but that's kinda the point, you think, so it adds up.

"MC," the demon nods, smiling back at you. He wanted to skip the formalities, but he didn't expect you to be so happy to see him. It was nice.

"Do you have detention, too?" you tilt your head, resting your chin in your hand. "Did they finally find your secret napping place?"

"Not yet," he hums, taking a seat on the teacher's desk in front of you. The doors were locked with a spell that only allowed people to enter, not exit, until the specified time limit was met. You still had an hour to go. Thank god Belphegor showed up, you swear you were about to die from boredom. You got tired of looking at the "inspirational" posters on the walls after the 50th time you read the words: "a human is more cunning than a demon, so challenge your brain to be able to catch one!"

You knew damn well that most demons were smarter than humans, and you didn't like the implication that demons actively ate humans. You should file a complaint to Lord Diavolo.

"So why are you here?"

"I missed you," he half-lied. He did miss you, but he also wanted to talk to you about your recent behavior. It was worrying him. Should he allow it to worry him? Probably not. He did kill you once, but he felt like this whole situation you've put yourself into was a product of his misdeeds.

"Haha," you sarcastically laugh before moving to stand up from your desk. You do a little twirl as you make your way over to the sitting demon. Hands resting on either side of him, you stand face-to-face with a now flustered looking Belphegor. You beam at the demon, your nose touching his.

"Why are you really here, Belphie?" you raise an eyebrow, still playfully smiling. "Did Lucifer send you to collect me? Were you just bored?"

Belphegor scoots farther back on the desk. If he looks into your eyes any longer he swears you'll be able to see all the guilt he's still harboring inside him.

"I needed to talk to you about something," he chews on the inside of his lip. "About how you're acting. Lucifer said you never acted like this before."

You shrug, standing straight. "I had a change of heart."

"Not a good one."

You can only stare at the demon. He was one to talk! He killed you, and now he was trying to play the good guy? You open your mouth to argue back, but Belphegor keeps going.

"If I did this to you then let me help. We can go study with Satan, I'll remind you to sleep on a normal schedule, I'll keep you from skipping cla-"

"I don't need your help," you mumble, sour taste on your tongue at that word. He pitied you, didn't he? He saw you as weak. Just a puny little human who couldn't do anything for themselves. He felt bad for you, for what he did to you, and now he's trying to fix his faults. You don't need fixing! You're perfectly fine!

"Nor do I want it," you finish. "I'm not just a human who you demons can push over. I won't work for you, I won't listen to you, and I sure as hell won't fall at your hands again. I'll die on my own accord this time."

Belphegor doesn't meet your eyes. For some reason, that pisses you off. "Look at me," you demand, softly at first. Then you lean in close to him until he has no other choice but to look at you.

Belphegor watches your eyes search his own for something that he doesn't want you to see. He doesn't make any moves to stop you, though.

"You're sorry for what you did, aren't you?" you whisper, sounding breathless. "You still see my blood on your hands whenever you look at me."

He doesn't answer.

"Do you ever stare at me when I'm not looking?" you ramble on, questions you've been keeping from him pouring out of your mouth. "Is that image still burned into your brain? Me struggling, screaming with your fingers around my neck? Your claws leaving gashes on my body? My blood seeping into the carpet? Your brothers' cries? Do you still hear them, Belphegor?"

You lean in close. Belphegor can feel your breath on his lips.

"The way Mammon sobbed, how Asmo pleaded for me to get up even though he knew I was dead. Are you satisfied that for once you left Lucifer speechless? Are you happy with the look of pure anguish you left on his face?"

He doesn't speak. You pull back from him, looking up at the Little D-shaped clock that rests above the teacher's desk.

"Well, I served my time." You move back to your desk, grabbing your backpack and smiling at Belphegor like both you and him weren't filled with sorrow.

"Thanks for keeping me company, Belph."

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I lost a bet to myself and paid the price by making another demon sibling AU. Was originally just going to be headcanons and doodles, but I wound up writing the parts I felt like. The names of Tengen's siblings are entirely made up. This will come in two parts due to length.

Clicking each bone in his spine, Yogen stood to his full height, taller than Tengen remembered. It wasn't uncommon to go long periods of time without seeing his siblings when they were on their own missions, but Yogen shouldn't had changed that much. "I'll spare you. It wouldn't do for the Uzui clan not to have a head. Now you're the strongest one."

"...Yogen..."

"I wouldn't had been able to take you on, if not for the fact that you'd never have done it if you knew. You should thank me, Aniki. You know what I've spared you? Father was going to make us all have a fight to the death. You'd have done at least half of this."

"What have you done!?"

"I ate them," he laughed, something Tengen had never heard Yogen do in his adult voice. He had the most infectious laugh when they were children, and this rang with the same pleasure, however dissonant. "I was stunned too, at first. When I came to, I had eaten two of them, they were still warm in my mouth, their cells already nourishing mine. But you know what? I decided to eat the others. I was going to kill them anyway, what difference does it make that I should eat them?"

Tengen's face pearled back into a snarl, his eyes flaring.

"One, two, three... Eizen got away before I could bite him, though. That whelp would had done nothing for me. The one I really wanted to eat was the strongest," he said, his glowing white eyes shifting down to their father's fresh corpse. "And now, even he's nothing to me."

Tengen could stand no more of this. "Yogen!!" he screamed and gripped one of the swords at his back, and charged at Yogen all in one motion. A hard sickle burst out of the flesh of Yogen's arm and caught it, but when Tengen pulled his other sword down through Yogen's shoulder and chest, the sound of ripping sinews what different than it should had been. A look over to the injury revealed that the shoulder was repairing itself before Tengen's eyes. When had he learned any technique like that?

The momentary lapse in focus caught him, Yogen swiped up against Tengen's forearm. It felt too varied to had been spiked knuckles--those were his fingertips, he had grown claws. Tengen drew a sword up to lop off Yogen's forearm, and then his brother let out a shrill scream as his features lit up and revealed how contorted they had become. Yogen didn't look human anymore with how his veins bulged and burned. Burned? From what? Tengen took a look over his shoulder to the sun rising and casting light through the wide open door, and when he looked back, Yogen was gone.

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Tengen watched the flames consume the house and the bodies of his slain family. He had combed it for any trace of Yogen, but his brother left none. Hope though he did that the flames may consume Yogen too, he knew in his gut that he was still out there.

Behind him, Suma sneezed in a gust of smoke that wafted into her face. Hinatsuru handed her a handkerchief, as she and Makio were already covering their faces in case of poison. Tengen didn't bother, he was resistent to most ninja poisons, and the scratches down his forearm were already less swollen. "You three should go back to your homes."

"No!" insisted Suma.

"We're already members of the Uzui clan," said Hinatsuru.

"Your revenge is ours," added Makio.

Hinatsuru made the most important point, they were already seen as his property. He could hear whispers and feel them all being watched; the other ninja clans knew what had befallen the most powerful family, and the Uzui name was now shunned. Even if Tengen wanted to stay, he had no place in the village, and neither did anything that belonged to him. The only thing left for him now was to track his brother down and drag him to hell.

Someone else was approaching, and Tengen reached for one sword. Uneven footsteps. One didn't have the splat of a foot, it was the thunk of wood--a cane, or two canes? A leisurely, but determined pace. Self-assuredness, even for entering ninja territory. A robust heartbeat. Who was coming?

"Well, is that what you all look like? I feel like I've wandered into one of those storybooks," said an old man. He had one missing leg, a full head of hair and moustache to rival it, a grin, and a telltale scar lining the underside of his left eye. "I had always left your kind alone, but I couldn't when I felt the presence of a demon over here."

"Who are you?" Tengen asked, stetching one arm before his wives while the other hand stayed at his weapon.

"You didn't chop its head off, did you, ninja boy? It's long gone by now, you know. It'll hide from daylight. Be even more trouble to find if it's one of your folk."

"How do you know about us?" Makio shot back.

"How do you children not know about demons? Aye," the old man huffed to himself as he set down a stool he carried. He planted his rump on it, then folded his arms. "The name's Kuwajima Jigoro, former Roaring Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corp. I figured this would be out of your expertise, so I've come to help."

Tengen felt in his gut he could trust that. He dropped to one knee and bowed his head, his wives all doing likewise behind him. Jigoro seemed to enjoy that, but insisted they do not. Instead of bowing, he'd appreciate the ladies rubbing his shoulders to display their gratitude, he said.

While Hinatsuru and Makio set about at each arm, Suma kneeled at his remaining foot with a gasp. "Aren't old people not supposed to be this beefy?"

"Can it, Suma!" chided Makio.

Hinatsuru said nothing, but could feel something was different in this man, not only in his physique. Whatever he had to say was going to change their lives more than the previous night already had. They all listened carefully as Jigoro orated about the existence of demons, how they eat humans, how they are near impossible to kill, but also the methods of those who hunt them, with specialized blades and an organization to support them. As he began describing Breath, however, Tengen stopped him. "I already know all that, that's ninjutsu basics. That's not giving me anything I don’t already have."

"Oh? I figured as much. Always made me curious about you pups. So you you've got the basics of Breath technique, huh?"

"It's beyond basic," he shot him an annoyed frown.

"I'll be the judge of that. See that tree over there? That's probably about the strength of the usual demon neck. Go hog wild on it." As much as showing off was against the ninja code, Tengen wasn't in the mood to argue and made short work of that tree, the only sound being the pop of it seperating into two halves. Jigoro gave him a clap, then stood with his cane. "Good accuracy. Spot on. Now you pick one out for me. Take some mercy, though, I'm only working at half-strength." He balanced on his foot and his peg, plopping the end of his cane in his palm to show off that he meant to use it in place of a sword. Tengen hated when other people tried to be show-offs, so he pointed to a tree a few rings thicker than the one he had cut.

The old man eyed it, then slid his good foot through the dirt, and as he leaned forward, clouds of steam rose from his lips. "Breath of Thunder, Fifth Form. Heat Lightning."

The sound hit Tengen so hard that he covered his ears, and the old man was gone--on the other side of the tree, which was not only cleanly chopped, but split itself in half vertically as it fell. A rarity, Tengen's jaw dropped. Jigoro looked back with a fierce grin, knowing he'd have left them all impressed.

Rather than one knee, Tengen planted his palms and face to the ground. "Please teach me this technique, Master."

"When did I ever say I wanted a student like you? You already said you know Breath technique, don't you?"

"You won't teach him?" Suma sat straight up, little tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I only want students with talents I can mold. You're already set your ways and would just try to make Thunder Breathing into what you want. You can't fill a full tea cup, as they say."

Tengen wanted to insist he's do anything to take his revenge, but the old man was right. As he was, he wouldn't be able to unlearn everything he always knew, it was as much a part of him as every experience and memory, like every scar, such as the ones running down his left arm.

"The true nature of Thunder Breathing would escape you, you'd get too caught up in how powerful it looks. You're too flashy!"

His cheeks flushed. "Say that again."

"You're too... flashy? I don't think a ninja should find that a compliment."

"You can't tell him all that and then not train him!" insisted Makio. "Please! There's got to be something you can do! Tengen-sama works really hard!"

"Tengen-sama works harder than anyone!"

"Please, Master. Tengen-sama can think flexibly, please give him a chance."

"I won't! I can already tell he's not the sort of student I'm looking for!" he barked back, and Suma burst out into sobs, while Hinatsuru hid delicate tears and Makio's face turned dark red. Jigoro flinched at the sight of the upset girls, then looked back to Tengen. "I--I didn't come out here to leave you high and dry, you know. I already told you about the Corp, didn't I? That's where you really need to go. I can't teach you Thunder Breathing, but if you really think you can pick up something new, there's an old scroll I've got of an off-shoot Breath. Someone like you might be able to pull it off. What do you say, ninja boy? How about I give that to you and you teach yourself Sound Breathing?"

---

From there, Tengen took much the same course as in canon. When he became a Pillar and had his meeting with Oyakata-sama, he was upfront about his reasons for entering the Corp. Oyakata-sama appreciated his frankness and assured him that the entire Corp would support him if they found any information on Yogen, but Oyakata-sama was also keen on the undercurrent of Tengen's heart; that he was relieved to leave the murderous ways of ninja, and that he wanted to live an upright life. This finally gave words to something Tengen always felt, but thought he had no right to wish for. He and his wives were moved and they swore loyalty to Oyakata-sama.

However, as time went on, there were no clues whatsoever about Yogen. Around the time they all got antsy, Makio finally couldn't stand it anymore and suggested they may never find him. "Think about it," she said. "This Corp is full of strong swordsmen. Someone might had already chopped off his head long before we got here."

While that should had come as a relief, Tengen couldn't help but find the idea frustrating. That revenge was his to take. He could think of only one person stronger than him who might had done it, so he described Yogen to Himejima one day and asked if he remembered seeing a demon like that. Himejima plainly replied that he was blind.

As they began to accept that they may never have closure, Hinatsuru proposed that they be satisfied bagging an Upper Moon. That should be enough for them to earn their peace, she said, and as much as it grinded away at Tengen's heart, he agreed.

In the course of performing Tengen's Pillar duties, they closed in on what was likely an Upper Moon in Yoshiwara. Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma slipped in, but when he lost contact, Tengen went looking for some female Corp members to sneak in and see what was up. That's when he reencountered the boy whose head he meant to spill at the last Pillar meeting, as well as his two annoying buddies. Inosuke would had been satisfyingly flamboyant, if not for the fact that he was gross. The other whelp was named Zenitsu.

"You write that 'Zen' with the kanji for virtue?"

"Yeah. What's it to you?"

"Nothing," Tengen replied, never saying anything of it ever again. It didn't take long for him to notice that Zenitsu had ears on par with his own.

The boys managed to get in, and soon the plan went awry. Tengen's first encounter with an Upper Moon broke out, and that went awry in the most horrifically flamboyant of ways. Tengen found himself unconscious, needing to stop his heart to keep the demon poison from spreading, as it was many times more potent than any ninja or demon poison he encountered before. There was fire in the wreckage nearby, he'd be consumed if he doesn't move soon. In the odd space where consciousness was returning to him, his hearing reached into a deeper plain, where he could hear the most carnal thoughts pounding though the bodies of those around him.

Tanjiro was panicking.

No scent! No scent! Upper Moon Five--where did--but--no scent! No scent!!

Tengen could hear Upper Moon Six, in both bodies, but he couldn't hear any other demon. It gave off no sound. He struggled to look in Tanjiro's direction, and was stunned by the sight of a demon partway sticking out of the shadow Tanjiro has cast, guarding Upper Moon Six with a kunai stuck in his arm.

"Sakage!" growled Upper Moon Six. That is not the demon's name. "I don't need you here! Were you intruding on my thoughts?"

"I didn't need to. I heard the cacophony from ages away. You wouldn't had seen wisteria coming anyway."

Upper Moon Six looked to the kunai, while Tanjiro panicked that the poison had no effect on the newly arrived demon.

"Quit with all the fuss. I'd appreciate it if you hurry up and silence that Pillar over there," he turned his glance to Tengen. His eyes had writing in them, but that was Yogen. "I can't be bothered."

Yogen disappeared into the shadow as suddenly as he appeared, and Tanjiro fell forward with a stumble. He'd be a sitting duck like that, Tengen had to go save him, he pushed himself off the ground to--but--but his arm was missing--the scars were torn off-----

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Yogen had been quick to learn some of the ins and outs of being a demon, but not all the finer details. He gathered from the surrounding demons' fear of the drum demon that the "Twelve Moons" were the most fearsome demons, closest to their progenitor, but didn't those other demons notice that the drum demon couldn't stomach humans as he ate them? That demon was weak, and Yogen wouldn't stand for it. He cut off his head.

It did not kill the demon, who screamed at him with the characters "Lower Six" in one of his eyes, but he shut up quick when Kibutsuji Muzan arrived. Despite warning Yogen that this was not how fights between demons were done and he should kill Yogen for acting without permission, Muzan smilingly decided to allow it, and instructed him to absorb the former Lower Moon Six and assume his role. Muzan did not care for how Yogen's name referenced sunlight, though. He renamed him Sakage on a whim.

Sakage went on to learn very quickly how to please Muzan, and how to climb the ranks. While not immune, he could resist wisteria poison, which Muzan was more than pleased to borrow from him and see how he could try to adopt it into his own cells. Sakage could move between connected shadows, and in spying on the Corp, he picked up on the hand signs the swordsmen used and quickly deciphered them, and openly reported so to the demons that outranked him. With hearing far more advanced that his brother's ever was, he listened to the information shared between crows, piecing apart their language to the best of his understanding.

Lower Moons Three and Two later, he used his spying abilities to identify his next target: Upper Moon Five.

Gyokko was startled by the challenge, and under Muzan's gaze, he could not refuse. Sakage made short work of him, and the other Moons all felt a chill. Akaza's chill was excitement.

Akaza wasted no time in chatting up the new Upper Moon, for Sakage likewise had a stated hatred for weaklings. While Sakage did find it a bit of a bother, especially since he knew he was a long way from ever being able to pose a real challenge to Akaza, he learned that the quickest way to stop Akaza from pestering him was to spar. Akaza loved to chit-chat even while sparring, though, and this became a useful way for Sakage to catch up on a hundred years of gossip about the other Upper Moons.

While it did feel they had somewhat of a friendship, one day they got on the topic of poison. "I hate people who use poison," said Akaza, between punches. "It's as cowardly and low as you can get."

Sakage, who could create a myriad of weapons from his cells as needed and always laced them in poison, was not offended, but disagreed. "I see no problem in being effective."

This gave Akaza pause, and an uncomfortable drop in his stomach. He excused himself, and bothered Sakage not so often after that.

Muzan was typically pleased with Sakage, which made Hantengu tremble that the ambitious demon had it out for him next. When Muzan was in a foul mood after Upper Moon Six's defeat, Sakage was likewise in a bad mood for the annoyance he encountered out there, someone who should had stayed hidden away instead of bearing free his inherently show-offy personality by joining the Demon Slayer Corp, especially since he was sure to have his ears set to the ground now for any new sign of him. He was certain Tengen witnessed him. But, for as much of an insult as it was to the Upper Moons that Gyutaro let him live, Tengen wouldn't be much of a threat anymore.

Still, Sakage knew to keep his cool. He had news to report, and he was certain of his deciphering. When he declared where the swordsmith village was located, Muzan had no doubts, and sent Hantengu alone. "Now why couldn't you find that, after all this time?" Muzan smirked to Nakime. She, not being of any rank, could merely apologize. Sakage took no pleasure or pride in looking better than a peer whom he knew he was stronger than. Muzan's mood could never be sustained for long, though, and he very soon frowned back to him. "You've brought no word of the blue spider lily."

"My apologies."

"Aren't ninja supposed to have knowledge of these things? Weren't you of a high ranking clan? Go back and order them to search."

And, at that moment, a dangerous thought escaped Sakage's inner filter, it leaked though to his mind at the same moment it leaked to Muzan's: But I can't show my face back there.

The way Muzan's face bent with disgust drove more terror into Sakage than when he was still a human and first encountered the demon lord. He felt certain of a swift death, but Muzan let him be. Sakage was still too useful. But, Sakage knew he'd have to crawl back to Muzan's graces by providing something of more use to him. He had to unveil a secret of more value.

Tengen, who remained active despite missing an eye and a hand, was present at an emergency Pillar meeting. Tokito and Kanroji were bandaged up, and they recounted how the swordsmith village was attacked by Upper Moon Four. With two Pillars and a few other reliable Corp members all working together they defeated him well before daybreak, but not before discovering an ancient ability known only as "the mark."

As he was now, Tengen knew he'd never attain this. What bothered him more was how the demons found the village, so hidden that he'd have to put his mind to it to have figured out where it was. He could had resorted to old tricks to figure it out, whether that be silently tracking the smiths after their deliveries or flirting with the Kakushi, but what recourse would a demon have had?

'I heard the cacophony----'

A demon may have had ears that rivaled his own, or were better!

Feeling sure of which demon it may had been, he set to thinking of what he would do next. If the demon moved in shadow, listening for the Corps' secrets, what would be a bigger target than the swordsmith village?

Oyakata-sama!

"Uzui-san, are you alright?" asked Himejima. "You seem quiet today."

"You look pale," added Kanroji.

"I'm jealous I won't get one of those flashy marks," he lief without flaw. "We all know I can't take any demons on like I used to. Maybe I don’t belong here."

"Uzui, what sort of talk is that?" Iguro looked to him with his flamboyant dichromatic eyes wide, and brows knit tight over them. "This isn't like you."

"I've got a different sort of mission to go on, I'll see myself out. You all stay here and keep each other company discussing this."

"Then I'll excuse myself here as well--"

"Not you, you've got no excuse," Uzui forced Tomioka back to a seated position by pressing on his head.

In conducting his own investigation, Tengen set his crow to work investigating from the sky. What the crow learned, tracing a few leaks and scolding the birds involved, was that their mid-air communications may had been what spoiled the secret location. This confirmed Tengen's suspicion about Yogen's hearing. He had a feeling about some other spoiled secrets too, and in following up with Corp members involved in previous mishaps, he concluded that the secret hand signals had been divulged.

(Read the conclusion reblog here.)

#please reblog from the conclusion post thx #tw blood #tw violence #tw cannibalism

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Secret's Out

Summary: Request! Reid and Y/N are secretly dating, but their business doesn't stay their business for long.

Warnings: Criminal Minds level violence

Word Count: 2974

a/n: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :)

Sorry this took forever! It took me a while to think of case details that I liked and then I kept rewriting parts. I think I'm finally happy with it though!

Masterlist

"Spencer!" You pushed him away. "The doors could open at any moment! How are we supposed to keep this a secret if Morgan walks in on us kissing in the elevator?" You raised a brow at him.

"On average, elevators travel at a speed of 200 ft/min or about 4 seconds per floor. Being on the fifth floor means we have about 20 seconds to ourselves." He smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah, until someone surprises us on floor 3." You rolled your eyes, stepping out of the doors once they opened.

"I can't help it. I'm just... really happy with you." He whispered softly.

"I'm really happy too." You smiled at him. You were about to lean in when the elevator doors opened once again to reveal JJ and Emily.

"Hey guys, ready for another case?" Emily glanced between you suspiciously, but thankfully didn't ask any prying questions.

"Yep, let's go!" You turned quickly, walking into the round table room without so much as a glance back at the three agents by the elevator.

"What's with her?" JJ questioned.

"Said she didn't sleep well last night. Must be all the caffeine." He held his own cup off coffee up in solidarity before also walking to the round table room.

"Alright, we've got 3 dead in Billings, Montana. All three were law enforcement, and all three were found this morning around the city." You listened as Penelope introduced the details of the case.

"Could be someone who feels the police didn't do a good enough job protecting a loved one?" You threw out a theory.

"Or someone who feels wronged by the criminal justice system as a whole." Rossi added on.

"Either way, they likely won't stop until we catch them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch rose from his seat as he spoke, wasting no time in preparing for take off.

You all dispersed briefly to grab your go bags, meeting back at the SUVs to head to the jet.

Once boarded, it didn't take long for the conversation to start up again.

"When we land, L/N go to the morgue. Dave, Prentiss take the first and second crime scenes, they're only a mile apart. Morgan and Reid, check out the third scene. I'll head to the precinct with JJ."

With Hotch's instructions set, you took what little time you had left on the flight to go over the causes of death.

"Anything stand out to you on the bodies?" You asked the ME after going over the blunt force trauma and bullet wounds.

"There's tape residue and bruising on the wrists and ankles. Based on the state of bruising, they were likely held for about 3 days before they were killed."

"Thank you for your help." You shook hands, pulling out your phone to call Hotch.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, they were held for days before they were killed. How did nobody notice they were missing?" There was nothing in the reports that indicated the victims were reported missing prior to being found.

"We just found the same pattern. They all used vacation days for various reasons in the days leading up to their deaths. Meet us back at the precinct and Reid can explain the whole pattern."

"Okay, I'm leaving now." You hung up just as you reached the SUV. Throughout the drive, you couldn't stop thinking that something wasn't adding up.

The victims were taken in the same day. It didn't make sense for the unsub not to escalate. So, why aren't any officers unaccounted for?

Suddenly, a truck crashed into your SUV, sending you flying off the road. A figure dressed in black opened the door and dragged you from the car.

"Agent L/N, it's so good to see you again." A male voice spoke, but you couldn't place it.

He hit you over the head with a handgun before dragging you to his own vehicle.

"Where's L/N?" Emily questioned when her and Rossi returned from the second dumpsite.

"On her way back from the ME." Hotch answered. "Did you find anything useful?"

"They truly are dumpsites. Both bodies were found by dumpsters, sending a pretty clear message." Dave replied.

"Same for the third site." Derek added on.

"All three victims were single and took time off leading up to their death. Nobody would've notice that they were missing until it was too late." Reid supplied the final bit of information gathered.

Hotch's phone rang before anyone else could comment. The frantic sound of Garcia's nails clicking against her keyboard echoed through the phone. She was talking before anyone could greet her.

"You need to see this, check your tablets."

Confused glances were exchanged as everyone, barring Reid, opened their tablets. Reid glanced over Morgan's shoulder to observe as well.

A seemingly live video that Garcia received a link to was streaming to the tablets.

A single woman sitting in a chair could be seen in the frame. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair with thick, gray tape and a bag was over her head.

"Garcia, what is this?" Hotch asked almost immediately.

"I was emailed the link just now. It's not streaming anywhere else online." Her reply came quickly, the sound of typing still filling in the silence.

"Can you trace it?" Rossi questioned.

"I'm trying, but it's being routed through multiple proxy servers."

"Did the email say anything?" Emily chimed in.

"No, it was just the link- Wait. I just got another email." She paused as the new email loaded. "It's addressed to Reid."

Every set of eyes in the room turned to Reid.

"What does it say?" He felt the nerves beginning to grow waiting for Garcia to read the words aloud.

"Dr. Reid,

I hope you remember me. What am I saying, of course you do. I've got something of yours that you might want back. You see Dr. Reid, you and your team ruined me. My family, my career, all of it, just gone. I thought I'd return the favor. A person's phone can be so informative. Tell me, does your team know about your girlfriend? I've so enjoyed getting reacquainted with her.

Happy hunting."

Spencer's face went white as he looked at Morgan's tablet again. His thoughts were racing. How did he not recognize you before? Even with the bag over your head, he should've known it was you.

"It's her." His words were barely a whisper.

"This is your girlfriend?" Morgan gestured to the screen again. Spencer could only nod in reply, his mind unable to focus on anything except you.

"Reid, listen to me. You've got to tell us everything you know about her. We'll have to split up. You can go back to Quantico with Emily and Morgan, the rest of us will stay here to work on our current case." Hotch was already devising a strategy to work both cases.

"There's no need." His words made sense to him, but sounded cryptic to the rest of the team.

"Kid, of course there is. We'll help you get her back." Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively shocking him back to the present situation.

"There's no need to split up because she's here. She's in Montana." Before he could continue, everyone was asking questions.

"Give me a phone number and I'll get you a location." Garcia was already typing away again.

"Are you sure she's here?" JJ's brows furrowed. She did her best to hide the hurt of her best friend hiding his girlfriend from her, again.

"Why would she be here?" Rossi added.

"How did she get here? Maybe we can track the transportation and figure out means of abduction." Emily was the only one thinking about the case.

Like ripping off a bandaid, Spencer blurted out the truth.

"It's Y/N."

He was met with silence in the room as everyone absorbed the information.

Garcia caught up first, a sudden gasp sounding through the phone.

"So, then that's Y/N... in the video..." Her voice wavered.

As if a switch was flipped, the team was back on the case.

"Garcia, get me a list of anyone who would have a grievance with the team." Hotch ordered.

"Go through anyone who was falsely accused. Start with cases in or around Montana. He would want to keep this close to home." Rossi specified.

"We've only had one case in Montana since Y/N joined the team." Reid supplied the knowledge as it came to him. "A name, I need a name." He muttered to himself, pulling his hair as he roughly ran his hands through it and over his face. "Garcia, look into Jameson Braddock."

"Got it." She immediately began a background check, searching through case files and news articles for additional information. "i'll get back to you with locations." With that, she hung up.

"Fill us in, kid. Who is Jameson Braddock." Morgan lead Reid to a chair, gently easing him into it.

"Our last case in Montana, Emily and I went to interview a witness." Emily nodded, the memories slowly coming back to her.

"He wasn't very forthcoming, and then he tried to run." She added on.

"Exactly, except he didn't make it very fair. We arrested him, but it turned out he was only guilty of selling alcohol to minors. When word of his arrest got out, the whole town thought it was for the serial rapes and murders we were investigating even though it was never confirmed."

"By the time we corrected the media, it was too late." JJ supplied, also remembering the man.

"So, he killed three officers just to draw us out back out here?" Morgan refocused the conversation on the current case.

"It looks that way now. The media knew we were coming, so he must have as well." Emily theororized. "If he followed us from the airport, he would've seen Y/N leave by herself."

"He likely didn't know about your relationship until he abducted her and went through her phone." Hotch paced the room.

"He's flaunting his power over us." Rossi chimed in just as Hotch's phone rang again.

"Garcia, what've you got?"

"Three addresses in Billings, Montana. Jameson Braddock has been on a downward spiral since your last trip there. His entire life fell apart, like he said. Divorced, his wife moved to Nebraska with their two kids. He lost his job at the high school, and was evicted from his house when he could no longer pay the bills." She listed the information quickly.

"He has ties to three addresses. Nobody has moved into his previous house, so it's vacant. He's got a small apartment in the northern part of the city which he pays for through working odd hours at Taco Bell. Finally, he briefly worked security at a now abandoned warehouse."

"An apartment wouldn't be enough space to hold her without the chance of someone hearing. She's not there." Rossi eliminated the location as an option.

"We'll split up to cover the warehouse and the house-" Hotch began, but Reid cut him off.

"No, we shouldn't split up. She's got to be at the house. The warehouse has no connection to his previous life. He wants revenge for our perceived wrongdoing, he wouldn't make his last stand at a new location." Reid was already putting on a bullet proof vest. Despite how his mind was racing, he refused to show how afraid he was.

"You're sure?" Morgan asked, on the fence about committing to one location.

"Absolutely." With that, Reid was out the door heading for the SUVs.

"Rossi, Emily head around back. I'll take the front with Reid. JJ and Morgan, the side door." Hotch instructed the team to split up upon arrival at the house.

Reid wasted no time in approaching the house. He was confident you were inside, but he didn't know what was happening to you.

The main floor was cleared quickly. Again, the team split up to cover the upper level and the basement.

Knowing you were likely downstairs, Reid immediately started that direction, JJ and Hotch following him.

It wasn't hard for him to find you. You were still tied to the chair in the middle of the room, bag over your head.

Before anyone could stop him, Reid lowered his gun and ran to you. He gently maneuvered the bag off your head, stopping his movements only when he felt something press into his back.

"Dr. Reid. So kind of you to join us." Braddock spoke maniacally, pressing the gun against Reid's head.

"Drop your weapon." Hotch commanded, but the man only cackled in response.

'Y/N... Y/N." Reid gently shook you in an attempt to wake you up.

"She can't hear you." Braddock singsonged.

"What did you do?" Reid tried to turn to him only to feel the gun press further into his head.

"Like I said in my email, you people ruined my life. They took everything from me, so I thought I'd try to return the favor." During his short speech, Braddock shifted just enough for JJ to get a clean shot.

He fell to the ground, gun clattering across the floor.

Reid moved quickly to remove the tape binding you to the chair while Hotch called for a medic in the basement.

The entire team watched as you were wheeled into the ambulance, still unconscious, none more scared than Spencer.

"She's going to be fine, Spence." JJ tried to reassure him, nonetheless his pacing continued.

"You don't know that. We don't even know what he did to her." He had one hand anxiously running through his hair, the other pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.

Just then, a doctor emerged from behind closed doors.

"F/N L/N." She called into the waiting room, slightly taken aback when the group of agents rushed to her.

"It was touch and go for a while, but she got here just in time." It was visible to even the least qualified profiler how relieved the team felt. Their previously tense shoulders relaxed, frowns turned to small smiles, wide eyes and raised brows pinched together with joy.

"What happened?" Emily posed the question everyone was thinking.

"In short, she was drugged. It's not clear what exactly was used, but it was likely a mix of drugs that attempted to stop her heart."

"Can we see her?" Morgan spoke next, cautiously eyeing Reid.

"You may, follow me." The doctor lead them through a series of hallways to your room. "She should be waking up soon."

With that the doctor left, allowing the team to file into the room. You looked strangely peaceful for someone who almost died.

"So..." JJ glanced between you and Spencer. "Girlfriend, huh?"

His eyes went wide. Instinctively, he turned to you for help, but you were still asleep. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out.

"Relax, kid." Morgan grinned. "We're happy as long as you two are happy."

Spencer smiled gratefully, looking at you with an adoring gaze. "We are happy."

"How long?' Emily gestured to your joined hands. Just before Spencer could answer, you groaned.

"I want to hear your guesses first." Your voice was raspy, but there was a clear smile on your face. "Also, what happened?"

The quickly explained the email Garcia received and the events that followed.

"Now that that's cleared up, do tell us how long you think we've been together. I know you've got a bet going." You narrowed your eyes, playfully glaring at each team member.

"4 months." Hotch begrudgingly admitted. JJ followed with 3 months, Derek and Rossi both betting 10 weeks, and Emily going with 6 weeks.

"Ha, you're all wrong." You smiled triumphantly, leaning closer to Spencer.

"Wait, we haven't heard from Garcia." Derek smirked as he rung her on speaker phone.

"Oh, my beautiful crime fighters. Y/N, are you okay?" Your smile widened at the concern in her voice.

"I am indeed, but I have a very important question for you." You glanced as Spencer briefly before continuing. "How long do you think Spence and I have been together?"

"Oh, I know this one!" Her excitement caught everyone but you off guard. "7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days."

Spencer's jaw dropped as he stuttered out, "that's exactly right..."

"How'd you figure it out?" The group of profilers wore matching expressions of surprise as Penelope explained.

"Well, we had just finished testifying in the Bigelow trial. The whole team went out for drinks, and I could just see it in Y/N's eyes the next day that something wonderful happened. At first I just thought that she got some, but then I saw her and the good doctor in the kitchen getting coffee and I knew." Penelope's voice held a mixture of smugness and pure excitement.

"Babygirl, you didn't tell me?" Derek sounded genuinely offended.

"Y/N asked me not to." Even though you couldn't see her, you knew she punctuated the statement with a shrug.

"You knew, she knew?" Spencer turned to you in shock.

You nodded. "I could see it on her face the second I walked out of the kitchen. But she promised not to tell, so I didn't either."

"The two of you, thick as thieves." Rossi lamented.

"I love you so much." Spencer whispered into your ear as he pulled you in for a hug.

"I love you too." You whispered right back.

"Honestly, I'm glad the secret's out." You smiled at Spencer before looking at the rest of the team. "Although, I wish I didn't have to be kidnapped to tell you."

You spent a few more hours in the hospital before being cleared to go back to the hotel.

The next morning, you smiled to yourself as you were finally able to cuddle with Spencer during the flight home.

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baeklination · 2 years

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diversion sans coercion

Date: 220201

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, fingering, fucking, gen.expl.lang

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 980

NOTE: Prosecutor Baekhyun again (not to be confused with lawyer Baek). A year - to the day - since my last with him.

Masterlist

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"Eh...am I about to miss a meeting I didn't know we had..?", Kerri asks hesitantly.

"No", you assure her, pulling up the strap on your heels. "It's take your wife to work- day. I'm going over to Baekhyun's for an hour."

Kerri cocks her head and squints.

"Your husband and mine work at the same place… Why haven't I heard about this?"

"Relax, Kerr. It's a special invitation."

"Ah, I see. Shimmy, shimmy ya..."

You smile and knock twice on the desk before getting up.

"Eloquent as ever. Back in an hour."

•

"You should get a new assistant, he lets anyone just walk right in…"

"Well, if the anyones all look like you I should give him a raise", Baekhyun muses as you sit down in his lap. "What are you doing here?"

"Like I told Kerr, it's take your wife to work- day."

"To work or at..?", he chuckles in his kiss, letting you loosen his tie.

"How long do you have?"

"How long do you want?"

"An hour?"

Scooting forward, he presses the intercom:

"You can go grab lunch, Pete. I'll be busy."

Letting go of the button, he redirects his attention to his clothes, pulling them to his knees before sitting down again, letting his cock rest against his stomach as he waits. Baekhyun's good - excellent - at that. He's not the instant gratification type that has to have his cock tended to the minute he gets hard; no, he'll gladly drag it out until the suspense wets the head of his twitching length, his knuckles turn white over his clenched fists (or in this case your shirt), his breath is nothing but warm moans and whines in your mouth.

"This would be seen as indecent exposure, you know..."

"So you better hope no one comes in."

"Did you lock the door?"

"No."

"Mm, honey…", he moans, lifting his hips.

You grab his hand and pull it between your legs, but he resists, teasing.

"What are you wearing?"

"Find out, will you."

He bites his lip and leans back, slowly releasing it while he watches you - the beat between your legs gets stronger. His eyes flutter when you put your fingers on his cock, his hands go up your thighs.

"Get over here…"

Even through the light pressure you feel how hard he is, so you grip him lower and pump, grinning with delight when he groans over your lips and pulls you closer.

Like a soft whisper his fingertips brush between your legs, touching to see how wet you are. You roll your hips harder, grabbing tighter on his knees when they reach your clit. He lets you indulge, but then holds your waist still while the other hand flicks back-and-forth over your swollen clit, up and down across your entrance. Spreading your folds for him you open your mouth when he presses harder and you feel the deep stir of your orgasm rising; higher and closer it comes.

"Shh, honey..."

The choppier your breathing gets, the more turned on he gets.

"Shit, ride me. Ride me."

Without a skip you lift your body and sink all the way down on his cock, your slick walls guiding him to your sweet spot. Coming down on his thighs with quick, sharp moves, the buzzing inside gets stronger until he groans "oh, baby" in your ear, pushing you over the edge in spasms and desperate moans into his neck.

"Shh!", he warns again, but he loves it since he keeps bouncing you slowly up and down his cock. "Shh, honey…"

"Ah…", you grunt and rip your shirt off, still working him under you. "I don't think they heard…"

His hands are soft on your body, in your face, just like his kisses, but his chest is rising high in front of you:

"Couch. Now."

He flips the lock on the door, throws his shirt on the end of the sofa and gets on top of you without a word. The thick head of his cock feels around your entrance while he aligns himself then smoothly slides in, filling you up again. With his grip on the armrest above and your waist he repeatedly rams into you, groaning and breathing heavily, swearing from satisfaction under his breath.

"Ahh...fuck…", he moans, burying his head next to yours, clutching your neck.

The leather underneath sticks to your dampened back, pulls at your hair as you go back and forth, forced by Baekhyun's zealotic thrusts threatening to crack your bones from your pelvis. It nonetheless feels good and your faint yelp of pleasure draws out a sweet snort from him just before he clamps down his teeth and violently sucks in air, releasing it over your ear, over and over until he comes; pushing his balls against your skin when he rolls his hips deep, letting a wail slip out before muting himself, shutting his eyes tight.

•

"You're too hot", you sigh, meaning for him to get up.

"Mm, thank you." His kisses are slow yet cute. "You're not so bad yourself…", he replies, laughing at his own joke, but gets to his knees to let you cool off.

"Hm, did you put the dishes in?", he asks, kissing you foot.

"Yeah."

"Ok, good. Did you start it..?"

"Are you working late tonight?"

He laughs and shakes his head.

"So that's a no."

"I totally forgot, I-"

A jerk on the door handle gives you a jolt - then you sigh in relief, remembering Baekhyun locked it.

"I brought a sandwich back, figured you wouldn't have time before the deposition…", you hear Pete through the door.

"Ah, thanks Pete..!" Putting his shirt back on he smiled at you. "Wanna share? It'll be like a picnic."

"And you'll be deadly hungry all day if I take half…"

"No, I'll be fine. Come on."

"Sure?"

"I'm sure. What's mine is yours."

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helloalycia · 3 years

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my patient’s neighbour [six] // wanda maximoff

summary: after spending some more time with Wanda against your will, you begin to realise how she feels for you.

warning/s: none.

author's note: hope you like angst! because you got it 👀 also there’s only one more part left after this so be prepared!

"You look like you're on a warpath."

I stopped speed walking around the place when Natasha appeared out of nowhere, stepping in front of me. She seemed entertained, before she realised I was probably actually on a warpath.

"Hey, what happened?" she asked, amusement replaced with concern in seconds.

"Wanda happened," was all I said, before walking around her and storming up to the Sokovian in question.

When she spotted me, she opened her mouth to say something, but I didn't give her chance to as I grabbed her wrist and began to drag her away.

"Sorry, if you'll excuse me," Wanda got out to the guests she was chatting with, before I yanked her away. She began to complain as I did, asking, "What are you doing? I was in the middle of a conversation!"

I ignored her and proceeded to drag her away, certain that steam would be coming from my ears if this was a cartoon. Finding a private place to talk, I let go of her hand and spun around with a glare.

"Your thoughts are very loud right now," she said playfully, clearly not reading the situation.

"Then you know that I'm imagining several different ways to murder you," I got out between gritted teeth.

She scrunched her nose. "They all end in you going to prison."

Something about that obnoxious smile she wore and the way her hazel eyes watched me with anticipation was making me angrier by the second.

"How can you do that?!" I asked with exasperation.

She quirked a brow. "And what is 'that' exactly?"

I locked my jaw. "You ruined my date! You kept getting into my head all day, you were rude to Elise, and you're just– you're oozing with jealousy when you're the one who broke up with me!"

She scrunched her nose for the second time, and whereas I would have once found that endearing, I know found it greatly frustrating.

"Oozing? Really? Who says that?"

I closed my hands into fists, trying not to get baited by her purposeful obliviousness. But she was already under my skin, and ever since she broke up with me, the anger had been bubbling away, ready to come out.

"You're such a bitch, Wanda!" I shouted at her without hesitation. "You don't care that you just ruined my chance at moving on! Six months has passed since you broke up with me – you don't get to be jealous! I had to learn to be without you because you gave up on us and that's on you! So, you don't get to be here and make me feel bad for having a chance at a date because you can't make up your mind about us. It's not fair!"

My shoulders relaxed as I got my thoughts out, the anger still present but not as heavy on my back. She was infuriating as I watched her. Barely fazed by my words, a small smile played on her lips. She did nothing to acknowledge my mini speech, instead waiting for me to say something else.

"Seriously?!" I squeaked, my voice rising with annoyance. "Nothing?!"

As if pulled from a daydream, she straightened up and seemed confused. "Huh?"

I groaned loudly, eyebrows raised with disbelief. "For God's sake, Wanda!" Running out of patience, I shook my head and glared harshly. "I want you to stay away from me. You don't get to be in my life like this. And just in case you don't understand what I'm saying, here's something you will. Otvali (fuck off)!"

Not bothering to wait for a response, I stomped past her and didn't look back. As I was walking away, a tear slipped from my eye and I whipped it away without question. She didn't get to do this to me, not again. It wasn't fair.

—

Despite practically yelling in Wanda's face to stay away from me, she didn't take the hint. Instead, I proceeded to see her two more times in places I least expected it. To be fair, I don't think she did it on purpose. But she could have easily walked the other way and pretended not to see me. Instead, she thought it would be best to piss me off further.

The first time was when I was at a park with a new patient I was caring for. He was wheelchair-bound, so I pushed him around as we spoke to pass the time. We eventually stopped at a newspaper stand since he wanted to buy a few magazines, and that's when I conveniently got bumped into by the Sokovian witch.

"Y/N, hey!" she exclaimed when I turned to see who was there. She had a wide smile on her face, eyes shining bright under the sun. Admittedly, it took my breath away for a second, as I didn't expect it in the slightest. But then I remembered who it was and tried to ignore the way my heart rate sped up.

"Hello," I mumbled, before looking back to the newspaper stand with hopes she'd go away.

"And who is this beautiful young woman, Y/N?" my patient, Dayton, asked as he noticed her beside me.

I pursed my lips, trying to figure out the best response without earning more questions from Dayton, but Wanda decided to answer instead.

"We were girlfriends," she told Dayton with a grin, eyes glancing to me.

"Key word being were," I added quickly, shooting her a look, before looking to Dayton. "It's not a big deal."

"It may not be to you, but it's good to see you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said softly, grin fading into a genuine smile.

"Don't call me that," I snapped, hating the way her words had such an effect on me. Her stupid accent and her stupid smile and her stupid pretty eyes. Hated it all.

"Ooh, what does that mean?" Dayton asked, looking up between us.

"Nothing, Dayton," I told him calmly, before nodding to the stand. "Just buy your magazines whilst I talk to Wanda."

He shrugged and did as I said, leaving me a moment to stand back and look to Wanda disapprovingly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, lowering my voice so I wouldn't make a scene. Nothing was accidental with her.

"Just enjoying a walk through the park," she answered with a shrug.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, enjoy your walk."

As I made an attempt to leave, she stepped in front of me suddenly.

"Wait, can we talk?" she asked, losing any sense of mischief.

"No," I deadpanned. "Now, can I leave?"

She frowned, eyes pleading. "Please?"

"I said no."

She sighed, glancing around with irritation. Her eyes settled on the flower stand beside the newspaper stand and I didn't have chance to question what she was thinking before her eyes began to glow red. Raising her hand conspicuously, red wisps of energy appeared and she levitated a single flower from one of the many bouquets, hovering it before me.

"For you," she said, and I ripped it out of the air, frantically looking around in case anyone saw.

"Very clever," I said sarcastically, before looking at the flower and shaking my head. "Stealing isn't cool, by the way."

I dropped the flower on the ground and walked away, my foot stepping on it as I did. She needed to get a damn hint.

—

The second time Wanda reappeared in my life was when Anna invited me to Sasha's home for a visit. I'd been once before, a few weeks after she'd moved in with her granddaughter's family, but not since then. This time, she'd invited me over again to catch up and I assumed it would just be me and her family; Oh, how wrong I was.

Sasha and her family were pretty wealthy, their house sitting on the outskirts of New York and on its own private land. She was a lawyer, hence the wealth, and her home was absolutely stunning with its high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows and three floor structure. Even as I parked out front for the second time in my life, I was blown away.

As I got out of my car and locked it, I noticed another car parking out front – a taxi, dropping someone off. Curious, I waited to see who it was. My eyes narrowed when I noticed a familiar face exiting the taxi and paying the driver. When the taxi drove off, Wanda saw me and began to smile with amusement, joining me at the front door.

"The stalking is getting creepy you know," I told her when she stood by my side.

I knocked on the door using the giant knocker and waited patiently for someone to answer.

"I'd love to take the credit for this," Wanda answered, and I could see her smug smile in my peripheral, "but I was invited by Anna."

I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to roll my eyes, both at Wanda's presence and Anna's secrecy. "Of course she did..."

The door opened to reveal none other than Anna Pivec herself, balancing on her cane and grinning at the sight of Wanda and I.

"Devushki (girls), you made it!" she exclaimed with delight, before stepping to the side. "Please, come on in!"

We both entered her home and watched as she closed the door before giving us both a big hug without warning.

"Oh, okay," I mumbled, but wrapped an arm around her gently. "It's good to see you, too, Anna."

Anna laughed wholeheartedly before pulling away. "I'm sorry. I just missed you both is all. It's so good to have you here, together again. Just like old times."

I forced a small smile, knowing what she meant but also feeling a pang in my heart because it wasn't completely like old times, not really. Naturally, my eyes fell to Wanda who was already looking my way, a similar expression on her face. I wondered if she was thinking the same.

"C'mon, I'll bring you to the kitchen where everybody else is," Anna said, already leading the way. "They're excited to have you over again."

"You didn't mention Wanda would be here, too," I noted as she led us through the main hall.

"Oh, didn't I?" she replied, feigning confusion. "I must have forgotten."

"Hmm." I pursed my lips, ignoring the obnoxious smile that returned to Wanda's lips as we followed Anna.

She led us to the kitchen where Sasha and her husband were preparing some food for the supposed barbecue we'd be having. I'd met her husband the last time I visited, so it was easy to get reacquainted with them both as we met them again.

After a brief catch up, Wanda and I offered to help with the food, but Sasha insisted we take a break and hang out with the twins – her kids – whilst they cooked it up outside. So, I soon found myself heading to the living room with Wanda as Anna went to fetch the twins from their bedrooms upstairs.

I wasn't exactly keen on being left alone with Wanda, so I decided not to say anything and simply keep to myself as we waited for Anna's return. Killing time, I wandered around the living room and looked at the family photos hung on the wall. It was the same as last time, except now there were a few new additions, clearly from Anna, which made me smile without thinking.

They were of Wanda, Anna and I, back when I used to care for her and we'd hang out at her apartment. Some were in the apartment itself whilst others were from places we'd visited together on different occasions. I recognised a handful of them from when Wanda and I were just friends and a few more from when we were a couple. It was clear in the photos which were which, as Wanda was holding my waist and grinning from ear to ear, myself doing the same. For a split second, I almost forgot she'd broken my heart.

"Wow, we looked really cute together, didn't we?" her stupid Sokovian accent sounded by my ear, and I lost my smile when I felt Wanda's presence stood a little too close to me.

She was looking over my shoulder at the photos on the wall and I tried not to get frustrated, but she made it impossible.

"Yeah, we were," I agreed, noticing the surprise on her face at my words, but then I continued, "until you dumped me because you were too scared to stay in a relationship."

Her smile faded at my words and I left her standing there, instead going to the couch to wait there. I wasn't sure why Anna had kept those photographs of us, but I wished she hadn't.

After what felt like forever, Anna finally returned with her two great-grandkids in tow. Alex and Marina, both seven-years-old, grinned adorably at Wanda and I, betraying their missing teeth.

"Well, look who it is," Wanda said with a bright smile, bending over and putting her hands on her knees. "My favourite set of twins."

Despite how annoying she was, I couldn't help but smile at the way she treated kids. She was always so good with them generally, way better than I was.

"G.G. said we could play Mario Kart," Marina said behind a nervous smile, looking between us. "Can we?"

G.G. was what they called Anna – short for 'great-grandmother'. I found it cute that they accepted her into the family so easily, like no time had been missed.

"I think we can," I said with a warm smile. "But I can't promise we'll take it easy on you."

Alex fist-pumped with excitement before running to the TV to set up his Nintendo Switch. Marina, the calmer of the two, motioned for Wanda and I to take a seat on the couch with her. Anna joined us, taking her place on the recliner, and watched with amusement.

Wanda and I had never actually visited them together, so it was refreshing to see how excited they got around her. Clearly she'd made an impression last time.

"For you," Alex said politely, holding out a controller to me.

"Why thank you," I said, accepting it. "So polite."

He seemed embarrassed as he did the same with Wanda, who hadn't stopped smiling since they came in. After handing his sister a controller, he joined us on the couch, forcing everyone to move up a little and making Wanda press closer to me at the end of the seat. I gave her a knowing look to which she smiled innocently, making me roll my eyes.

"You not gonna have a go, Anna?" Wanda teased Anna as Alex began to set up the game.

"The moving cars makes my head spin," the older Sokovian woman admitted. "You guys enjoy though."

Soon enough, the first game commenced and I was surprised at how competitive I was being, adamant on at least beating Wanda if not the twins. They, of course, spent all their time playing this, so Marina won Wanda and I easily. Wanda came in fourth, I came in third and Alex came in second.

"You just got lucky," Wanda said with a shrug, glancing at me.

"If you say so," I played along, a ghost of a smile on my lips.

"I'm being Toad this time!" Marina exclaimed as Alex set up the next round.

"I'll be Princess Peach," Wanda decided nonchalantly.

"She won't help you win," I said without thinking.

"We'll see, milashka (cutie)," she responded with a playful smile.

I nudged her in the arm, signalling for her to not call me that, but she only smiled wider as she looked back to the screen.

We had a few more rounds, Wanda winning none of them and Marina winning all of them, when Alex began to complain.

"It's not fair, you have to be cheating!" he said to his sister.

"I'm just better," Marina stated casually, making me laugh.

Alex rolled his eyes before looking to Wanda. "Did you used to play this with Pietro? Did he cheat, too?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise at the mention of Wanda's dead twin brother. I didn't think she'd tell the twins of him, but then I realised that it was only fitting to mention her twin brother to a set of twins that probably reminded her of herself.

Wanda smiled gently. "We didn't have these games as kids, Alex. But when Piet and I played other things, yes, he did cheat."

Alex sighed, glancing at his sister with distaste before looking to me. "Did you used to play this when you were younger, Y/N?"

"Kind of... I mean, I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I used to play at my cousin's house whenever I visited," I explained. "And it wasn't a Switch. We had something called a Super Nintendo."

"Woah, you're old," Alex muttered with disbelief.

"Alex!" Anna scolded, making me laugh.

"It's okay, he's technically right," I said with a shrug.

"Milaya (sweetie), if you're old, then I'm ancient," Anna said disapprovingly.

"Right, sorry," I said, trying to stifle my smile.

We played another round and as Wanda and I were closing in on the finish line, my joystick began to veer left despite me aiming it to the right. I looked down in time to see red wisps of energy pushing it the other way.

"Yes! I won you," Wanda sang with pride, looking to me as her eyes faded from red to its hazel colour.

"You cheated," I said, eyebrows raised. "I just saw you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she played dumb.

"Wanda," I said, giving her a knowing look. "You sure it was Pietro who used to cheat when you were kids?"

She grinned. "Very sure."

I studied her closely, entertained smile tugging at my lips. "I'm just gonna pretend I let you beat me since you won't admit it."

She shrugged, nudging me in the side gently. "Suit yourself."

"You're supposed to let your wife win anyway," Alex said naively, and I almost choked on my own spit when he did.

"What?" I spluttered out, losing my smile.

Wanda was doing her absolute best not to laugh as her eyes glanced towards me, noticing my shocked expression.

"Your wife – Wanda?" Alex said like it was obvious. "Our dad says he lets our mum win stuff all the time. It's what you do when you're married."

"I– we–" I paused, clearing my throat and suddenly feeling very warm. "We're not married, Alex."

Alex furrowed his brows with confusion. "But G.G. said that you weren't together."

"But that doesn't mean we're married," I said slowly, hoping my face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Medovyy (honey), they're not together anymore, you're right," Anna started to correct him, though she looked like she was seconds away from laughing herself, "but I never said they were married."

Alex didn't seem to understand still. He pointed to Wanda's hands. "But she's wearing a ring."

Everyone looked down to Wanda's hands which were adorned by several rings on many of her fingers, though none were on her ring finger, so I didn't get what Alex was thinking.

"I always wear rings," Wanda told him with amusement.

"But–"

"That's her right hand, idiot," Marina said to her brother with a scoff.

"No, it's her left," he said knowingly, before raising his left hand in the air and pointing to her right hand opposite him.

Marina rolled her eyes, already fed up with her twin's antics. She stood beside him and motioned to his hands as she explained, "That's your left. It's her right. Like a reflection. It's not a wedding ring."

It took a few seconds for Alex to understand, but when he did, he began to get flustered.

"Oh," was all he said, before returning to his seat. "My bad."

Anna laughed at her great-grandson's embarrassment as I began to flush with a similar embarrassment in my seat. Meanwhile, Wanda was biting her lip to contain her own laughter, eyes teasing me as they glanced at me with amusement.

Today was definitely not going to plan.

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After gaming with the kids for a little while longer, we were all eventually called into the garden to have lunch together. Sasha and her husband had barbecued a variety of chicken, meat and vegetables for us to eat which was delicious. It gave us the chance to hear everything Anna had been up to with her family and for her to catch up with what's going on in Wanda and I's lives.

Anna seemed a lot happier, the happiest I'd ever seen her, when she was with family. I was glad that she was fitting in and that it brought her closer to her late-husband and daughter. This was all she'd ever wanted and she'd finally gotten it. Despite tricking Wanda and I into coming, I was kind of glad to be there because even if I wouldn't admit it at the time, it was just like old times.

After having dessert and conversing for longer than we realised over some tea and coffee, Wanda and I decided it was best we leave.

"Remember to come by anytime," Anna said to us both by the front door. "You don't even have to call!"

I smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Anna. It was great to see you again. I had a lot of fun today."

"Me, too," Wanda agreed. "It's really good to see you so happy."

Anna sighed contently. "Spasibo (thank you). Both of you." Pausing with thought, her eyes flickered between us both. "I do hope that you resolve things soon. For both of your benefit."

Chewing on my lip, I chose not to say anything. Wanda seemed to feel the same, opting to stay quiet, making Anna breath out halfheartedly.

"Right, well... are you both okay getting home?" she asked, changing the subject.

After reassuring her that we were, we gave her a giant hug before bidding her a goodbye. Once the door closed, I awkwardly glanced at Wanda before heading to my car.

"Hey, is it stupid if I ask for a ride?" Wanda's voice said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and saw her following after me, half walking and half running to fall into step with me. I refrained from rolling my eyes as I continued walking to my car.

"Didn't you get a taxi?" was all I said.

"Yeah, but my place is on the way to yours," she answered like it was nothing, finally catching up to me and grinning by my side when we reached my car. "And you're free, so..."

I narrowed my eyes impatiently.

"I won't do or say anything to piss you off," she added, putting out her pinky. "Promise."

As frustrating as she was, I wasn't a bitch, and we'd actually kind of gotten along today. With a dramatic sigh, I stepped to the side and motioned for her to get in the car. She wiggled her pinky, but when realising I wouldn't interlink mine, she lowered it.

A genuine smile fell on her lips as she nodded. "Thank you."

I simply returned the nod before getting into the driver's seat as she did with the passenger's seat. I put Wanda's address in the sat nav before setting off, trying not to overthink the silence that filled the car. Obviously, that was impossible, so I gripped the steering wheel tighter and glanced at Wanda.

"You can put the radio on if you want," I said uncomfortably, shifting around in my seat.

She tensed her jaw, looking (oddly enough) as uncomfortable as I felt, which was strange since she was content annoying me earlier. With a nod, she turned the radio on and some random pop music played quietly in the background, easing my nerves but not making anything more tolerable. It took about ten minutes for me to adjust to the silence when I finally got comfortable, focusing on driving and getting to Wanda's flat quickly.

Without warning, Wanda began to speak in Russian, but it was way too fast and incomprehensible so I had no idea what she was saying.

"Wanda, slow down, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying to cut her off, but she continued to ramble right over me, making me roll my eyes. "Wanda, I don't understand you!"

When I looked to her between driving, she seemed extremely passionate and stern about whatever she was saying. I wished I understood because whatever it was seemed to be eating away at her. I tried to ask her to slow down, speak English, do something to help me out, but she was stuck in tunnel vision, speaking quickly and with sadness.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a minute, she stopped talking and took a deep breath. I furrowed my eyebrows judgementally, eyeing her with confusion.

"The hell was that?!" I asked with surprise.

She didn't reply, making me curse under my breath. At the next red traffic light, I looked to her properly, noticing the distracted stare she directed my way.

"Wanda, what was that?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

She pressed her lips together, hazel eyes swirling with a mixture of emotions that I couldn't make out. I thought she'd answer me, but she still stayed silent.

"Seriously, Wanda, what?"

The traffic light began to go orange and I sighed with annoyance, figuring she'd lost her marbles. But then she finally spoke, my attention half on her and half on the road.

"Ya skuchayu po tebe (I miss you)," she said softly, without mischief or annoyance or anger or anything. Just sincerity.

She looked away after that, eyes drifting to her shoes, probably thinking I didn't understand. But I did and I knew it shouldn't have affected me as much as it did, but I felt my heart ache in my chest as I put my foot on the gas to make the green light.

When I finally reached her apartment building, I waited for her to say something, but she looked as lost in her thoughts than I did whilst driving.

"Wanda," I called quietly, getting her attention.

She blinked, realising we were at her place. Clearing her throat, she barely looked my way as she mumbled, "Thanks for the ride."

As she opened the car door and got out, beginning to walk to her building, I rolled down the passenger's window and called her name. She stopped, looking over to me with a raised brow.

My mouth felt dry as I said, "I know what 'I miss you' is in Russian." Her eyes widened, embarrassed that she'd been caught, and I continued, "You don't get to miss me."

It was harsh, but it was the truth. And I didn't wait to hear her come up with a response as I rolled my window up and set off again. She couldn't act like that when it was her fault we broke up. It wasn't fair on either of us.

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Summary - spencer wants to figure out what's wrong with you, only to be reminded what day it is and he remembers why you've been so distant.

TW: talk abt: rape, recovery, therapy, case stuff; mention of: drug addiction, rape, miscarriage, being shot, death lol

WC - 4,283

!DISCLAIMER! - i am in no way trying to romanticize recovery from a traumatic event or being upset/depressed/anxious. this is kinda my way of getting through my own issues, so please don't think that's what i'm trying to do in any way. i also don’t know how i feel abt this ending since i wrote it so long ago but oh well!

i just realized there are a few spoilers so i'll put *asterisks* around them. those parts are just explaining how the reader's always there for the team.

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you had always been the rock in spencer's life.

mentally, at least.

when he had nobody there for him when he was going through his addiction with dilaudid, there you were. you helped him through it when everybody else on the team acted as if they never noticed.

you were the one that encouraged him to get help, and pushed him to follow through. you made sure he ate and talked to someone when he had his urges again, even if it wasn't you.

you let him come over and cry about what had happened, and how unfair his life was. you consoled him and would tell him how nothing was his fault. how he didn't deserve anything bad in his life.

*and when emily 'died', he went to your house every day. you held him as he felt himself falling apart from losing her. you didn't even worry about yourself needing to be consoled, because spencer needed you to be there for him.

*when she came back you were the one to convince him to forgive her. you talked sense into him. you reminded him how much he pleaded to have her back, and then he did. so he managed to forgive her... because of you and your logic.

*and you weren't just there for spencer. while, yes, you made a special effort to be there for him, you were there for everyone on the team.

*when derek was arrested back in chicago and the team found out about his past, you were the one he leaned on for comfort. you and penelope. you let him cry on your shoulder and yell at you about how twisted a man would have to be to do something so cruel to a child.

*when jj was kidnapped and beaten to a miscarriage, you were the first she told. you didn't say anything. you knew there was nothing you could say that would relinquish the pain of losing a child. so you let her cry. you let her hug you for what felt like hours. you let her grief her unborn baby for as long as she needed.

*when penelope was shot, nobody cared to check up on her after the fact except you. you went to her apartment for weeks just to make sure she was okay. eventually, she was able to let loose all of her frustrations on you, and you took it like a champ. she ranted about how she just wanted to be loved by someone attractive and how unfair and cruel the world is, in spite of how much good she tries to bring into it.

*when hotch lost hailey, you took care of his files. you offered to watch henry and let hotch cry to you about losing her a few times once you broke past his tough exterior. you even cried with him and jack. you made them dinner whenever you could, and helped him look for good nannies to help care for jack.

*when rossi lost carolyn, you went to her grave with him on many occasions. you brought him his favorite scotch, which was very pricey, and his favorite cigars, also very pricey, and tried your best to recreate 'the rossi special' upon his directions. it helped him feel in control of something when he needed it.

*and when emily came back from the dead, you helped walk her through her own grief. she lost herself, and buried her emotions. you helped her dig up her old self, and grow into an even better woman. you even took care of her cat when penelope couldn't manage. you helped emily grieve her own death when she wanted to deny it ever happened, and she was forever grateful for you.*

you had become like the team's built-in therapist when something bad happened, and you loved it that way. you loved being the one the team went to when they needed it. it made you feel as though you had a purpose, which was something you desperately needed.

but when you went through your own trauma almost a year ago, you refused help from anyone. you knew you should've asked someone for help, or at least someone to cry or talk to when you needed to.

the team had been working on a case for longer than expected, 8 days now, and everyone was really frustrated. you had released the profile 7 days ago, and there was still no new information. it was as if the unsub had gone dormant, and you all couldn't bear that thought.

when the team released earlier than normal from the precinct and you all went to the hotel you had been staying at, you decided to get a drink from the bar quickly. you went alone, wanting to review a few of the case files during the process and not needing a distraction.

you ordered a jack and coke, and opened the case files to begin rereading them, seeing if you had missed anything.

victims were kept for 24 hours, filmed, raped, restrained, cut in pieces, and thrown in the trash like garbage. it was absolutely disgusting, and the worst you had seen in a while. the victims were low-risk and most of them had a place of authority.

the unsub had been profiled to be someone who was bossed around by a woman, narcissistic and egotistical, wanted to feel more power and authority.

the problem is, that profile was most people living in the area. even penelope couldn't dwindle down the suspects.

and alas, you had missed nothing. nothing new appeared or caught your eye. you gulped down the rest of your drink and paid for it before packing up your things to head upstairs. you tossed the file back into your bag and began the trek to the elevator.

you were interrupted by something hitting the top of your head, rendering you unconscious.

the team had woken up, and after waiting around for half an hour, spencer realized something was wrong. he had morgan bust into your room, only to find the bed unslept in. you were missing. and the worst part... you fit the unsubs type.

spencer felt his heart drop at the realization he had taken you. and it seemed as though there was no trail as to where you had gone. penelope checked the cameras, only to find that they were hacked right after you left the bar, and then they resumed after you were taken.

at least they had a time frame.

later that day, after everyone hasting to figure something, anything out, spencer had gotten an email. he opened it and expected it to be relentless spam, only to realize it was a live feed video. a video of you. he instantly called penelope in hopes that she could trace it.

she said she could, but it would take some time because the amount of routers it had been going through.

while they were waiting, you noticed you were alone. you knew who the unsub was too, thanks to his baffling stupidity and narcissism that lead him to believe he wouldn't get caught.

"officer johnson! it's officer johnson!" you looked around the camera for a second, noticing something moving. "he-he here," you cried out. "i love you," you said to the camera to nobody in particular, but someone in mind.

you were terrified. spencer could see it in your eyes. he could see the tears you tried not to shed. you didn't want to please him, but you couldn't help but feel the absolute horror and fear coursing through your body at a relentless pace.

"hi there, missus fbi," he teased, finally walking into the frame with a ski mask over his face, clearly not aware that we knew his identity.

spencer told garcia who he was, and she began her digging. officer johnson's great grandparents had owned a farm that was since then refurbished. it was an hour away.

officer johnson had known that you two had chemistry. that's why he sent the email to spencer. he saw the longing glares, the 'innocent' touches, the smiles you would give each other, the longing looks you shared. he wanted to torment him.

so when he began undressing you and you turned your face away from the camera in hopes of sparing some of your own dignity, spencer felt his heart breaking for you. it broke even more when he heard the yelps, and screams, and please, and "no!'s" you elicited during the act.

they caught him before he cut you, but not before he finished the first part of his plan. your skirt was ripped, and your shirt was practically in two pieces. spencer had given you his jacket to cover yourself as much as you could.

you stayed silent the ride back. you didn't even let spencer hold you like you normally would after a tough case. you were ashamed. embarrassed. you felt worthless. you felt pathetic. you felt stupid. you felt helpless. you felt like you were drowning. you felt like you were without a life raft.

you knew you could talk to the team about it, but you felt so disgusted by the thought of what happened to you that you only talked about it in your therapy sessions.

hotch had given you two months off. he wanted you to grieve, and go to therapy, and try to cope with everything that had happened.

and you did try to do that. you tried your hardest to get over it and move past it, but nothing helped. not the journaling. not the talking. not the crying. nothing was working.

spencer gave you a little space at first, but he then decided to try to help you as you had helped him. he went over to your house almost every day, and sat outside your door after you wouldn't let him in.

you knew he was there... you sat on the other side.

"i-i know that you probably don't want to see anyone right now. and i'm uh, i'm sure you feel alone right now, or like you can't talk to anyone," spencer sniffled. "but pl-please just uhm, just know that i'm here when you want to talk about it. i'm here to listen to you when you need me to. i-i don't want you to be alone during this time, y/n. please, just let me in," he begged.

that was normally what he would say almost every night he went to your house. he would sit outside for hours after he would ask you to let him in without fail. until one day you let him in.

spencer felt so much relief when you opened the door, only for it to be smashed when he noticed your eyes looked red and puffy, your cheeks were stained with the tears you had been crying for so long. your cheeks were sunken in, and there were dark circles underneath your eyes that were once full of life and happiness. your eyes no longer had that gorgeous sparkle in them.

spencer vowed he would get them back.

as much as spencer wanted to wrap his arms around you in that moment, to comfort you and tell you that he was there, he wanted you to make the first move. he wanted to tell you how strong you were and how proud of you he was for getting through that. he wanted to tell you how much he loved you.

he wanted you to make the first touch, because he didn't want to further upset you. he didn't want to trigger a repressed memory, or bring back the feelings of what had happened.

but spencer's touch was nothing like the officer's. spencer's touch was soft and gentle. spencer's touch was feather-light and endearing. spencer's touch was love and home. the officer's was brittle, and rough, and repulsive.

"hug me?" you sniffled as your eyes welled with tears again as they had been for the past three weeks.

"of course," spencer slowly wrapped his arms around your shoulders as yours found his torso.

he walked inside with you still in his arms and slowly shut the door. without breaking from the hug, you both walked to the couch and sat down.

you didn't say anything. you just needed spencer to keep hugging you, so he did. he did whatever you wanted, needed, from him. eventually, you fell asleep in his embrace on the couch.

when spencer looked down at you, now sleeping against his chest, he couldn't bring his heart to remove himself from you. so like any whipped man would do, he carefully picked you up bridal styled and carried you to your room. he took his shoes off as well as his sweater vest before cuddling back up next to you.

as if it was a reflex, you cuddled up into his chest when he neared you again and got underneath the covers. spencer slept the best he did in months with you. and you slept without officer johnson in your dreams for the first time since that day.

ever since then, spencer had been making sure you were eating and drinking. he took you to your therapy sessions and stayed over most nights you had asked and he was able to.

they had a few cases during the two months, so every moment he could, spencer was with you. he coaxed you back to your normal-ish self. he watched as that glimmer in your eye began to slowly grow brighter everyday. he watched as your smile came back, and your tears didn't come so frequently.

the first time he had heard you laugh again, spencer had thought he was dreaming. he wished he had recorded that moment. he was more grateful than he's ever been in his life that he had an eidetic memory, because that sound would forever be engraved in his brain.

when you returned to work, you clung to spencer. he had become your tether to reality, and hope. he had become your rock during the recovery.

over the months, everyone slowly began to forget what had even happened. things went on as usual, and the team forgot the traumatic experience you had gone through. even spencer might've let the experience get lost in his brain.

so when it became 11 months and 3 weeks since the abduction, you began to distance yourself once again.

you politely declined going out with the team a couple days before the anniversary, something you never did. you insisted that you were just especially worn out from the case you had just been on.

spencer had to finish files given to him by derek anyway, so he didn't get to witness the encounter.

once the day of the anniversary came upon you, you found yourself feeling sick to your stomach. you couldn't help the tears that would fall from your face every so often. you knew why you felt this way, but you wanted to push past it.

you had gone into the office wearing a pantsuit and blazer, wanting to avoid the normal office skirt you happened to be wearing the day it happened. you stayed at your desk and quietly did your case files. you didn't even greet spencer as you would every day. you gave him a kind smile, but you would normally give him a hug, or at the very least an eager wave upon his arrival.

spencer just assumed it was one of those days where you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. it wasn't spencer's fault he thought this. he didn't even look at his calendar to check what day it was. he just knew they had paperwork.

but he did have this day marked in his calendar. he had it marked so he would remember to be extra kind to you, and do your files for you, and come to your place with your favorite wine and takeout. he wanted to help you through the one year anniversary, but he forgot to check his stupid calendar.

you thought he didn't care. you thought the man who you loved, and the man who helped you through everything that had happened had had enough of your complaining and grievances. so, you didn't tell him about it. you didn't bother him with the terrible thoughts clouding your mind because you thought it'd burden him.

so when you finished all of your case files early, you asked hotch if you could leave early, at 2:00, because you had things to tend to. he allowed you to do so, but this rose a flag for spencer.

he saw you exit without saying goodbye to him, something you hadn't done the entirety of knowing him. you had always told everyone to have a nice night and to be safe before leaving, but not today.

finally, he looked at his phone for the first time all day, only to feel like the worst person in the world to realize what day it was. spencer felt absolutely horrible at this revelation and ran into hotch's office as quick as he could after packing his things.

"hotch!" he exclaimed upon opening his office door.

"go. she was practically in tears," hotch informed him. "and reid," spencer stopped in his tracks to turn and look at the stern man, "please make sure she's okay." spencer gave him a soft grin and a nod before turning around and bolting out of the office.

you had gotten home and immediately burst into tears. you shut the door with your back, and slid down it. you had never understood why people had done that in movies until now. you just couldn't wait to break any longer, so you settled for your front door.

you held back no wail, or scream as you cried in front of your door, your knees pulled up to your chest as you held them tightly.

you wondered why you had to go through that. you wanted to know what kind of karma there was for someone who had always tried to do the right thing to be hurt... and for nobody to even care. nobody wanted to console you, or to make sure you were alright.

you had checked up on everyone on every anniversary of their struggles. whether it be a death, abduction, anything, you had been there for every single anniversary or reminder. and nobody was there for you.

nobody was there for you to hug, or to lean on, or to cry to, or to scream at, or to rant to. nobody was there. nobody loved you enough to care about that.

but then you had to remind yourself that they all had lives.

but the person who is your life didn't even care.

spencer didn't care.

and that's why you truly lost it.

he acted like it was just another day. he acted like it wasn't the anniversary of the day you thought you were going to die. the day you wanted to die. the day you felt your most low, and humiliated. the day you lost all hope. and he didn't remember.

if the man with an eidetic memory didn't remember, it must be extremely insignificant. so therefore, you must be extremely insignificant.

spencer raced to your house. he wanted to be there for you today, and he failed. he felt like a failure as a friend. he hated himself for not being there for you when he knew you would need him. he knew how you clung to him in your time of need. you thought he was worthy enough to hold onto when you needed someone, and spencer felt elated at that.

but now he wasn't there for you. and you needed him.

he had quickly stopped by the store and your favorite takeout place to get the things you'd want. he got your wine, chocolate, food, flowers, and a teddy bear that had a sweater vest on him - you've always loved his sweater vests.

when he got to the steps of your house, he felt his heart drop. as he walked closer he heard the wails of your crying right by the door. he could sense the heartache from the edge of your porch, and felt himself feel even worse, which he didn't think was possible.

he instantly ran to the door and knocked profusely. you sniffled one last time, feeling embarrassed that someone had heard you crying your heart out. you had figured one of your neighbors heard you and wanted to tell you to keep it down, so you wiped your tears and the stray mascara from underneath your eyes and opened the door, keeping your eyes lowered in embarrassment.

"y/n," spencer announced sadly, a tear falling down his face. you looked up in confusion from hearing his voice. you noticed his tear and reached up to wipe it away on instinct.

"why're you crying? are you okay?" you asked, forgetting all of your own problems at the sight of spencer crying. spencer let out a small chuckle at your concern.

"i'm alright, aside from the fact that i'm a terrible friend," he admitted as his smile quickly faded upon seeing your stained cheeks. "i brought your favorites," he offered, holding the bag of goodies in one hand and the takeout in another.

"y-you... why?" you asked, wanting to make sure you weren't misreading the situation for him trying to comfort you.

"why?" he asked in disbelief. "because it's the anniversary. i can't tell you how sorry i am, y/n. i swear i marked it on my calendar and planned for us to take off so i could take care of you. i-i just woke up late and never bothered to even check my phone. i kn-know it's no excuse... but i am so, so, so sorry," he rambled out, already tearing up.

you grabbed his arm gently and pulled him inside before you started crying in front of your neighbors. you took the bags from his hands and placed them on your coffee table.

"i thought you just didn't care," you shrugged as you took a seat on the couch, prompting him to sit beside you.

"y/n..." he sighed as he realized how terrible he screwed up. "i will always care about this. i will always care about you. don't ever think differently. i'm just incredibly... dumb sometimes. i can't believe i made you think that," he trailed on. "i will never not care about you, y/n. i swear it. i will always, always care about you. i will always love you," he froze as he realized what he just revealed. your eyes widened, and squinted, and roamed his face, trying to figure out if he meant the words he had just sped out. "i truly do, y/n. i i’m in love with you and i'm so sorry i made it seem otherwise."

it took you a second to absorb everything that he had said.

"you too," you solemnly admitted. "i’m in love with you too. and i could forgive you... for almost forgetting," you gave him a small smile.

"i'm glad you could forgive me. i don't know what i'd do if you didn't," he relished. "you actually love me?" you nodded with a small smile.

"i have for a while," you turned your head to the bags on the table.

"oh! right!" he said, reaching for the gifts. "i got your favorite takeout, your favorite wine, your favorite chocolates, flowers, and..." he trailed on as he revealed each item. "i saw this teddy, and i couldn't resist," he smiled.

you took the bear, taking in its appearance. it had a light blue, navy, and white diamond pattern sweater vest and brown shoes on. it looked like spencer, just teddy bear form. you smiled widely at the sentiment.

"it's you," you grinned as you took it in your arms, hugging it tightly as you saw spencer nodded with a smile mirroring that of your own. "i love it," you chuckled.

"i would understand, the fur is really soft," he relished in the thought.

"i don't think he'd be as good of a cuddler as the real thing, though," you grimaced. "but he'll do for when i don't have you here i guess," you shrugged with a smile.

"i plan on being here as long as you'll let me," he said softly.

"always," you grinned, setting down the teddy bear and trading him for the real spencer reid.

"always," he repeated, taking you in his arms and squeezing you tightly as if you'd float away at any moment. "now let's dig into this food while you talk about your feelings, if you want that is," he said after releasing you from the hug.

"i think i want to," you nodded. "and spence?" he turned from getting the food out of the bag to look at you for a second. "thank you for being my rock through all of this."

"i'll always be your rock, y/n."

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