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DS Ink x Reader

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Background Knowledge 

You tend to feel very anxious around Ink. He is Dream's right hand man after all. His lack of strong emotions is another factor. You were assigned to be his helper when you joined the JR and you got really nervous. You find it so hard to talk and be around him in fear of not pleasing him. He has a bit of a violent streak and it sort of scares you. Ink has apparently noticed your anxiousness and slight fear of him.

Your POV

"I have your coffee. . ."

I hand Ink his coffee quickly, looking at his face for any sort of reaction whatsoever. Nothing. He looks down at the coffee cup with a blank look before looking at me in the same way. "Thank you." I give him a curt nod before walking swiftly to the door, trying to leave as fast as I can. "If you need anything I'll be in the lounge. Goodbye!" I reach for the door with one hand, but Ink catches my other. His hand grasps onto mine with a strength that I couldn't possibly meet. "Don't leave yet."

It's the end of the day, around 11:00PM at night. Pretty much everyone is asleep in the Justice Reigns HQ, except maybe Dream and of course, Ink. He always stays up extremely late doing reports for Dream. Him staying up late also means that I have to stay up late. I'm his assistant after all. I help him when he needs it, although he rarely needs me for anything. Not that I'm complaining. Ink isn't a very friendly person to be around. You can never tell what he's thinking or how he views you. Ink could be in love with me or he could absolutely despise me and I would never know.

I try to pull my hand away from his, but his strength is too great. He drags me back to his desk, pulls up a chair next to his, and sits me down in it. He returns to his seat and goes back to working, occasionally sipping his late night coffee. It's really awkward. Being next to him is weird and all I want is to leave. I'm super tired and super confused about this situation. I scoot my chair slightly away from Ink's and play with my hands, not looking at him even once. The scribbling of his pencil on paper is the only sound in the room.

After a while, the pencil scribbling stops. I resist the urge to look over at Ink out of curiosity and continue to fiddle with my fingers, finding my eyes fixated on a painting on the wall. The room is so silent that the temptation to look over at Ink is too great. I turn my head around and shift slightly in my chair only to be greeted with Ink directly in my face. He had been leaning a little out of his seat and now, with wide eye sockets, he is inches from me. This sudden appearance startles me so much that I lean a little too far back in my own chair. I start falling backwards and in a desperate attempt at saving myself from colliding with the hard floor, I grab onto Ink's turquoise jacket sleeve. I had hoped he would have enough strength to hold both of us up, but it seems he was too startled by my sudden turn to prepare himself. He ends up falling forward, in the same direction as me.

The chair rolls out of the way after it collides with the floor and I fall flat on the ground, my arms splayed out above my head. I groan in pain from contact with the floor and squeeze my eyes tightly shut. "Ow." While I lie on the ground, trying to collect myself, I realize that there is a slight weight on top of me. I force my eyes open and see that Ink is still close to my face. Having no chair to fall out of, I look around panicked. His hands are planted on either side of my head and he is practically straddling me. There is no way to escape. His eye sockets are wide, but other than that he looks as apathetic as usual. My breathing gets a lot faster and I worry about what he will do. He's not getting off. What is he going to do? I can't get out. What do I do?! I mentally curse myself for not taking that self defense class I read about in an advertisement. 

"Are you scared of me?"

I meet Ink's eyelights and he is looking directly back into my eyes. "What?" He reiterates his previous question. "I said; are you scared of me?" I mull his question over for a few seconds and find that I truly am scared. Instead of verbally answering, I just nod my head slightly. He processes my response for a few seconds before saying anything. Those few seconds were torture. As Ink starts speaking again, I hold my breath. 

"I could do anything, couldn't I. You're clearly not physically strong and can't get up. I have power over this situation. I could get up and pretend none of this happened or I could stay here and. . ." He trails off at this point and I swear his eyelights flick toward my lips for a second. I feel like crying. "No. I won't do that. That wouldn't be fair." Ink shakes his head slightly and continues his self-targeted conversation. "You've never been in a situation like this before, that's for sure. It wouldn't be right if I did that." Ink gets off of me gently, finding a seat on the floor. I back away from him as far as I can go and try to gain back my breath. Ink's eyelights stay fixated on me. "You're lucky it was me and not someone else who ended up in that position with you. Anyone else would have taken advantage of you right then and there." He's right. . . I hug my knees to my chest. "The thought of that doesn't sit well with me."

His words surprise me slightly and I shift my position to a more comfortable one. I'm about to say something, but Ink cuts me off. "You're weak, plain and simple. I believe that needs to change." Ink stands up and offers me a hand. With slight hesitation, I accept his hand and he helps me to my feet. He quickly glances at the clock before focusing back on me. "It's late. You should probably get to bed." I nod silently, still a little shaken up from earlier. I'm about to turn and leave, but yet again, Ink stops me. "Tomorrow, meet me at the training grounds at 1:00PM. Wear something athletic." I look at him oddly. "Why?" He places his hand on my head and ruffles my hair a bit. "I'm gonna help you get stronger. You need to be better prepared for situations like that. You said yourself that you were scared of me in that moment. Being able to defend yourself will take away part of that fear."

He removes his hand from my head and pushes my lightly to the door. "Get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow." I start walking to the door and open it, but I stop again. "Hey Ink?" 

"Yes Y/n?"

"Thank you."

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