Call of oneshots

(BOCW)Caring!Stitch x Reader

Faces, faces.

Warning(?) : ptsd(?)Mentions of decapitation, Gore, Decapitation, bodily harm(?)
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Every face in the crowd is a target. Learn it the hard way, thats as theyd wish. Faces faces. Thats all She could see. Leaning against the window from her office, thats all she pondered.

She thought for a moment, biting down on her fingernails. Hands softly gripped her waist, hugging her body close. He smelt of sweat, but it didnt bother her that much.

"Y/N, what are you doing again?" He sighed, giving her a longbhug from behind, kissing the crook of her neck gently.

"People have treated me so wrong, Vikhor.." Y/N started. She put her hands on the windowsill, feeling the cold glass come in contact with her warm hands.

"I ' ll kill every person who looks at you the wrong way, Y/N." He nuzzled into her neck.

"Bring me his head." She scoped him out quickly, no wonder people came after her like the tide.

Her ability to memorize voices, faces, colors and more were a deadly weapon. Facts and opinions were easily ingrained into her head, anything you used against her would be used against yourself.

"Black hair, pale skin. Four days ago he had a brown flannel on, and black shorts. He seems to rotate clothes as if they were presets. He sounds like hes been smoking, gruff voice." Y/N listed his attributes coldly, looking over at Stitch with a dead stare.

"Youve got it." Stitch grinned.

She closed the shutters on the windows, going into the kitchen to grab a snack. It was getting late quickly which bothered Y/N. She wanted him to enjoy his last day alive.

Late at night, Y/N was asleep under the sheets of the bed she shared with Vikhor and herself.

Comfortably, the corkboard at the side of the room stayed. Stitch would constantly mark down different ways to find the man. He groaned ever so softly after using a red marker to narrow down the options.

"She said bring me his head..so that i simply will do."

"Vikhor..." she called softly, her voice dancing over to his ears.

"Yes, дорогой?(Darling/Dorogoy)" He called back to her quietly.

She fell silent, remembering that mans face vividly again. She sat up in a hurry, looking around her to make sure she was safe.

"Somethings not right. Hes here. Hes going to hurt me. Im going to die." She muttered quickly, stumbling on her sentences. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her arms violently.

"He hurt me, he hurt me and made me hurt others." Y/N remembered the blood splatters on the walls, the dead bodies and ruined faces.

"He looks so normal, everything's so normal, but im not? Why am i not?" Y/N sniffed. Hot tears pooled in her eyes, making her ears heat up aswell.

The tears dropped onto the sheets, soaking the individual spots. Vikhor immediately rushed to his lovers side, holding her firmly in his arms.

"Calm." Was all he could mutter, even in the darkest times, what she was trained to do was to stay calm.

"Vikhor..im afraid hes going to hurt me again. Hes made me make so many enemies." Y/N admitted.

"I used to be under his beck and call, Vikhor." She cried out, holding onto him. She left marks with her hands on his pale arms.

"I dont wanna do that again!" Y/N held her head in her hands.

"Sh, Y/N. Youre safe. You are safe now. Youll be safe with me," Vikhor ran his hands through her hair, putting her face in his chest so she can cry comfortably.

"I love you." He finished.

"Hes gone. He will forever be gone. His head will be nothing but a worthless, useless trophy stuffed with packing supplies." He spoke lowly.

"I want to see you happy again, Y/N. That is my goal. I strive to see your smile. I want to be the cause of your beautiful smile." He Held her face. He looked into her eyes, then her lips, as they inched closer.

Closing the space between them, she engulfed him in a hug, holding him like he held her.

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Y/N woke up, quietly. She stretched out onto the bed, sitting up slowly. She ran a hand through her hair to smooth it out before starting her morning.

"Vikhor?" She realized he wasnt home after calling a bunch of times without an answer. She walked back into the bedroom and looked at the corkboard.

"He needed to kill him anyway?" She shifted curiously to the corkboard, which had the Black haired mans portrait photo pinned.

Arrows lines across the board, with sticky notes thatblisted gruesome methods.
▪︎ "burn at 360 degrees"
▪︎ "Force gasoline down his throat and shove a match down him"
▪︎ "gut him alive"

Then she saw more notes that explained his motives. They were also directed to eachother by arrows, which led to Y/N thinking he discovered them one after the other.

▪︎ "killed our mechanics"
▪︎ "collected restricted intel through bribes"
▪︎ "threatened close families"
▪︎ "killed our precious animals"

But one of them had a circle around it, with two more bullets.

▪︎ "Caused harm to my love"
▪︎ "His head on a trophy board"

Y/N spent the rest of the day quiet, like the morning. With no one to brighten her day she sat moody in the living room.

She heard the door rattle, she looked over at it and watched her lover, Vikhor come through. He turned his battered body to the door, fumbling with the keys. He bolted the door, sliding them into place.

"Y/N, lovely, he is no longer just a face in the crowd.." he chuckled darkly. Y/N heard dripping noises, quickly, her eyes darted to the floor beneath him.

Metallic red. The blood splattered onto the floor. Her eyes grew wide, not in surprise, but amusement.

"..hes nobody." He held up her abusers head, watching her sorrowful face turn into one with a smile.