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charcoallbaby · 2 months

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professor sturniolo

smutttt everyone is 18+ nothing is underage.

my longest work yet! watched millers girls and got inspired, enjoy ! ending is petty hehe ^_^

do you ever wish you could have someone you know you can’t have? especially your married professor.

well that was me two months ago

i placed my books down onto my desk infront of me. the class was empty other than me, two quiet students sitting at the back and the professor of course. he had his back to us, writing the subject of todays class onto the chalk board. i studied his broad shoulder that flexed underneath his thin shirt.

i looked down at my blank phone screen. a notification quickly popped up. it was my mom.

mom💝

me and your sister are going out before you come home, we’ll be home late. make sure no drinking when i’m not home !!

“good morning everyone!” the professor spoke.

i quickly locked my phone before looking up. “well to the 3 people here,” he cleared his throat then leaned against his desk. he scanned his eyes around the room looking at us. his eyes met mine. i could feel my stomach drop. “while we’re waiting for everyone else would you like to introduce yourselves?” he crossed his arms. his eyes were still directly on mine. i looked down at my phone, reminding me of my mothers text. i rolled my eyes. she always has some excuse to not be home.

“you!” the professor called out. i quickly looked up. “me?” i pointed my finger on my chest. he nodded his head. “im y/n,” “y/n y/l/n.” my voice was shaky. “nice to meet you ms y/l/n,” he gave me a small smile. i gave him one back.

he was about to speak before he got interrupted by students piling into the room. “ah!” “you guys decided to join us,” “i’m mr sturniolo.”

he passed papers around the room. he was standing above me. i looked up at him before he placed my paper on the desk. he stared down at the books placed infront of me. “that’s a good one,” he pointed at my current read. i looked down at his hand especially a ring. fuck he’s married.

the book was was the virgin suicides.

“have you watched the film?” the words spilled from my mouth. “yeah i have actually, great movie too.” he gave me a smile before walking back to his desk.

“the paper i gave you is very important, so keep it close to you, if you lose it i sadly cannot replace so please do me and favour and don’t lose it,” someone raised their hand. “claire was it?” she nodded her head. “why can’t you replace a piece of paper?” she laughed. “something about the usage of paper, listen i have no idea, it’s a policy here,” his eyes quickly scanned to mine. he turned around and broke it. “now t-” he was cut off by the loud door opening. “sorry!” my best friend ivy smiled and rushed to sit beside me. “it’s fine, just don’t be late next time.”

“he’s so fucking fine,” ivy whispered into my ear. i turned and looked at her. i shook my head. “are we looking at the same person up there?” she looked at mr sturniolo. his back was to us. “look at his back,” she wined. “i would eat that up!” she licked her teeth. i rolled my eyes. “he’s like ten years older than us,” i placed my pen between my teeth. “what age are you?” “you look very young for a professor!” ivy spoke out. the whole class erupted into laughter. i face planted my head onto my desk. he cleared his throat. “that’s very inappropriate question to ask….” “ivy!” she spoke. “well ivy that’s a very inappropriate question to ask your professor but i’m 29 and im guessing you all are what 20, 21?” “im not that old.” i finally lifted my head. “good to know thanks!” ivy smiled.

class finally ended. people were packing up their belongings. mr sturniolo made his way towards us.

fuck.fuck.fuck.

he looked at me before looking at ivy. “ivy can i speak to you?” he asked. “sure!” she zipped her bag up. “i’ll leave you guys sorry.” i stood up. “no need,” he fidgeted with his watch strap. i nodded my head. “don’t be late and please don’t make comments or questions like that anymore please ivy?” “i don’t wanna be the asshole teacher, can you do that for me?” i looked down at his hands again.

“sure, sorry.” she gave him a awkward laugh.

“great, see you guys tomorrow!”

it’s been a couple of days. i catch mr sturniolo staring at me every once in awhile, but im in the one who started staring first, so he’s just innocently staring back.

i was the first one in class. i internally sighed and found myself to my seat.

“morning ms y/l/n,” mr sturniolo turned around from the chalk board. “morning mr sturniolo,” i took my books out of my bags. “did you anything nice this weekend?” he asked. “um, went to a party wasn’t that fun though i went home after awhile, i hate going out,” i twisted the ring on my right index finger. “its been awhile since i’ve been to a college party, they usually aren’t that good aren’t they?” he let out a chuckle. “no not really, especially the boys,” i looked down at my lap. “one day they’ll realise they’re idiots don’t worry,” i looked up at him. “let’s hope!” the classroom door opened making us both look at it.

“y/n talk to me please,” my ex friends with benefits/situationship chase walked up to me.

“what the fuck?!” i exclaimed. “why are you coming to my classes chase?” “please, i need you so bad,” he whined. i let out a shocked laugh. “okay buddy that’s enough,” mr sturniolo stood in front of him. “professor please!” “no, out of my class!” “but!” “your harrasing one of my students leave now!” he pointed the door. chase growled and sped out of the room.

the class was now starting to fill up. he leaned down on my desk. “you okay?” his eyes met mine. i nodded my head. “i know it’s none of my business but see me after your classes today okay?” “okay.” i said softly.

i stood beside mr sturniolo’s desk while waiting for him.

the door opened, he hurried in.

“sorry y/n!” that’s the first he called me by my name which made me feel a way i know i shouldn’t have liked.

“it’s okay,” i licked my lips. “anyway i just wanted to ask if you want me to report that guy who came in earlier?” he titled his head while looking at me. i swore i tried to hold in a whimper. i looked down at the ground. “no, it’s okay thank you though,” i gave him smile. “you sure?” i nodded my head.

“yes he’s just some loser he’ll get the message soon.” “ex boyfriend?” he asked.

i wasn’t an expert but i knew he shouldn’t be asking me that, but i didnt mind.

“no……” “something worse you can probably imagine what i’m talking about,” i gave him a straight lined smile. “ah yes i can!” his cheeks quickly heated up. “i’ll see you tomorrow mr sturniolo.” “have a good day!”

i got home and layed down onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling thinking about the day.

especially mr sturniolo. his broad shoulders and his long fingers. i closed my eyes. having a wild imagantion was a blessing in disguise.

i slowly moved my hands down under my jeans, unbuttoning them and discarding them somewhere in my room. i slid my hand under my panties, i was soaking because the thought of him. holy fuck this was so wrong. he was my professor. he was a married man.

i slid my middle finger inside of me. i let a desperate moan.

“look at you,” “your in such a mess underneath me y/n." i picked up the pace, adding a second finger while imagining them words coming from his mouth.

his pretty pink lips eating me up as i grab onto his hair and watch his broad back clench.

it didn’t take me long to clench around my finger and shiver. i took a deep breath, trying to get my breathing back to normal. god i’m fucked up, i needed severe help.

i got to class, it wasn’t empty which i was definitely thankful for.

“morning ms y/l/n,” mr sturniolo spoke. “morning.” i muttered for a response. ivy was already sitting in the seat beside me. she finally didn’t skip.

“i didn’t get a morning,” she frowned. i rolled my eyes and took my seat beside her. “he’s just being nice,” i stated. “yeah sure, he stares at you like your a piece of candy waiting to be eaten,” she looked down at her nails. “what?” my mouth suddenly got dry. “he wants to fuck you bad, i can tell!” the glimmer in her eyes shined. i shrugged my shoulders. “i don’t think so,” “of course you don’t, you think no one wants you when your hot,” “he doesn’t want me.” i tapped my finger off the top of her nose. she smiled at me. “denial, denial, denial.”

i couldn’t concentrate in class after ivy’s comment and the fact that mr sturniolo wasn’t wearing his wedding ring. i shouldn’t care, but i do.

“mr sturniolo!” ivy exclaimed as people started to leave the class. “yes?” he looked at ivy. “ms y/l/n here is having problems with her paper!” ivy shot up. “oh you are y/n?” mr sturniolo asked. “i-” ivy cut me off. “sorry i have to go, my next class is on the other side of campus!” she scurried out.

“what’s the issue with your paper?” mr sturniolo stood behind me looking down at my work. “mr sturniolo-“ “you can call me matt,” he spoke. i nodded my head. “matt,” i cleared my throat. “i know im not a writer, but i feel like i have writers block, i have no idea to write about” “there’s nothing that comes to my mind,” i looked up at him. he was staring down at me. he looked so yummy oh my. “well, you want ideas?” he stood up straight. i nodded my head. “something you fantasise about, could be a dream job, something you wish could happen but you know it can’t, it could be a person,” he licked his dry lips. i gulped. “so you want me to write about something i wish i could have?” “i have to write about a fantasy world, a world i wish i could live in?” i asked. “that could work,” he rubbed his jaw. “okay thank you!” i gave him a small smile. “of course, just email me if you need any help.” he nodded his head. “definitely.”

“i’m jealoussssss!!!!” ivy put her head back and groaned. “you realise you have to fuck him now?” she sat back up and sipped her drink. “how?!” “i’ll just walk up to him after class and ask him to fuck me?” “yes!” ivy yelled. i laughed and shook my head. “listen, i’ll do the dirty work for you,” “which is?” i wondered. “i’ll be nosey in class and ask him does he have any plans for the weekend and if he gives us an answer, boom we show up there!” she smiled. “will this work?” “oh yes.”

“oh i didn’t realise you came here weekly ms sturniolo!” ivy exclaimed. “did you follow me here?” he asked looking me up and down. “no we’re here with some friends you know chase right?” she asked. “yeah i do,” he sipped his drink. “i’ll see you soon mr sturniolo.” ivy ran off as she always does.

“you look nice,” matt spoke. “you too matt,” i gave him a smile. “why are you here alone on a friday night?” i leaned against the bar. “i don’t know either y/n, i probably should be correcting papers but i’d rather be drinking my sorrows away!” he finished his glass. “i get you, i hate correcting papers on a friday night too,” i joked. he laughed. “you wanna go outside for a cigarette?” i asked. “i don’t smoke, but sure.” he grabbed his jacket.

he followed me outside. i put the cigarette between my lips, lighting it and slowly inhaling. i passed him the cigarette. he gladly took it and placed it between his lips. “thought you don’t smoke?” i turned to him. “thought you didn’t like going out?” he raised an eyebrow at me. “fair point,” i took it from his fingers. “your way too mature and way too much of a perfectionist for my class you do realise that don’t you?” matt leaned his head against the wall beside us. i smiled. “totally not true,” “i bet you have an apartment that’s perfect, i bet everything is planned out,” matt smiled. “i wish, my controlling mother told me that i still have to live with her while im in college, she says she wants to keep an eye on me but she just doesn’t want to me to turn into a drunk just like her,” i passed him the cigarette. “your not that type of girl from what can i see for the outside,” smoke exited his mouth. “and what can you see for the outside matt?” i looked up at him. he dropped the cigarette “a smart, smart girl,” his warm hand met my waist. “oh really?” i tried to contain myself. “mhm.” he mumbled while leaning down.

his soft warm lips met mine, it was better than i would imagined. i hungrily kissed him back, my hands wrapping around his neck. he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth making me feel dizzy. “you wanna go somewhere?” he asked. i quickly nodded my head.

we ended up at an hotel.

matt pressed the key card against the reader. the door beeped, matt pushed the door opened.

“sorry it’s a bit messy, i just got here last night,” matt stated. “why are you here?” i let slip out. “i caught my wife cheating on me again,” he sighed before shutting the drapes. “again?” i wondered. “yeah i caught her awhile back, i forgave her but i fell out of love with her a long time ago,” he cleared his throat and placed himself down onto the bed. “im sorry.” i bit my lip. “it’s good, c’mere,” he put his hand out.

i walked over to him and took it. he smiled up at me. his hand met my inner thighs, making me glad that i picked out a mini dress. "no panties?” matt growled. i gulped. he pressed his thumb to my clit. i whined. he looked down at his hand while slipping his fingers inside of me. a small moan came from my mouth. he moved his fingers inside of me. “matt.” i whined as he worked fingers deeper inside of me. he leaned his forehead against my stomach. “i wish you weren’t this wet, i would of loved to work for it.” his voice was deep. my eyes rolled onto the back of my head.

dirty talk never did it for me usually, but i never wanted matt to stop talking.

i grabbed onto matt’s hair. “there it is, it’s right there isn’t it?” he panted. “mhm,” i mumbled as he pounded his fingers into me, hitting my g-spot. “keep going,” “i’m not stopping until you finish all over my fingers baby,” his pace slowed down suddenly, i was confused. he took his fingers out, licked them and put his head between my legs. “lay down, so i really taste you.” i quickly followed his order and layed myself down.

matt laced his fingers up and down my wet my folds. “i bet you taste sweet do you?” his eyes looked dark. “i-i don’t know,” i whined. “taste yourself then,” he put his fingers infront of my mouth. i took his fingers into my mouth and licked them clean. “you do taste so sweet,” he dipped his head low between my legs. his warm tongue met my folds. he came back up. “you want me to ruin you?” i nodded my head. “i need a answer princess,” he took his shirt off. “yes, yes.” i breathed out. “let me eat you up first.”

he was roughly eating me out like he couldn’t get enough of me. my legs were wrapped around his shoulders, his hands were gripping my thighs.

matt made me come with his mouth, which has never happened before especially with a man.

“your so wet and silky,” his tip met my folds. a quiet moan came from my mouth. he pounded into me. his hand was hovering over me grabbing onto the headboard, he was making the whole bed shake. but i had always had a feeling he liked fucking girls rough.

i was dreading class after friday. matt fucked me until the sun came up, god it was a come fest.

me and ivy found our seats, i stayed quiet, he didn’t say hi to me which he does most mornings but he fucked me all night on friday so i guess he’s done with the hi’s now.

“morning everyone,” he rubbed his hands together.

he had his ring on. i looked at ivy who was too busy looking at her nails. “ivy,” i whispered. “yeah?” she looked up at me. “he’s wearing his ring,” i gulped. she didn’t answer but only looked at matt.

“this saturday me and my wife went on a little trip so i haven’t corrected any papers that were handed in yet, but you’ll get them by this friday i promise.” he spoke. me and ivy quickly made eye contact. “wife?” “i thought she cheated?” she whispered. “well apparently he’s back with her, he got back with her the last time.” i sighed.

“what is so interesting girls?” matt interrupted us. “oh nothing, just talking about boys you know how it is mr sturniolo!” ivy winked. he let out a heavy sigh. “alright guys topic for today is on the board,” “ms y/l/n, could i speak to you outside?” i froze. “yeah sure.”

i followed him outside. this is the day i die.

he closed the door after me. “what?” i crossed my arms. “i dont need your attitude,” he snapped. “did your wife cheat on you because you have angry issues or are you guys back together now?” i titled my head. “actually!” “i couldn’t care less,” i smiled. “i wanted to say me and my wife are fine, i love her and friday was a mistake i wasn’t in the right head space when i found her and some guy in our bed,” he sighed. “don’t trauma dump on me, i couldn’t not give a fuck about you and your wife, but if you love her so much did she know you were pounding inside of a 21 year olds pussy on the weekend huh?” “be quiet!” matt whispered. “fuck you.” i opened the door to the classroom.

“ivy let’s go get your bag,” i stated. “what?” she said confused “we’re leaving this assholes class room.” the whole room was staring at this point.

matt walked back in flustered.

“just to let everyone know, this man right here, your teacher, indulges in sex with college girls!” i yelled and left the room. “he also has a tiny dick!” i yelled before the door shut.

“is it actually?” ivy asked. “no it’s huge but i can’t let people know that.”

hi! this ending is kinda silly <3333

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archivesainz · 3 months

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he's got the fire and he talks with it

📚 ˚✧ ₊˚ lh44

. . . You end up sleeping at a schoolmate's house so you can finish work the next day, she just didn't expect to have so much fun with your friend's father. .

genre: friend's father trope, the reader is +18, age gape, penetrative sex without protection (p in v), breeding, degrading, creampie, spit kink, cockwarming.

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

a/n: reblogs, likes and comments are always welcome, english is not my first language so if something confuse pls tell me, requests are open. Enjoy.

The girl was almost 20 minutes away standing in front of her friend's door, she had already knocked five times and nothing. She tried to call her friend, but she also didn't answer and she was at an impasse, she didn't know if she was leaving or waiting to see if someone showed up.

It was four in the afternoon and she was wearing a light pink skirt, a short white blouse and her inseparable white sneakers. She had gone to her friend's house to do a school assignment, so she was still there hoping her friend would show up and she could do the work.

He jumped scared when a thick and hoarse voice sounded too close to his ear:

- "Can I help?"

She turned forward and saw a man standing there, his well-marked jaw hidden by a well-made brown beard, in his mouth with his lips was a gentle smile on his side and in his eyes as deep as the ocean watching her with curiosity.

She sighed with the beauty of the man, he seemed to be in his 30s, 37 years old and she had never seen him before, looked away nervously with the man looking at his face so carefully and replied:

- "Hm, yes I'm looking for Lisa, we agreed to do the school work together."

- "Oh yes, that's okay, I'm her father and she went to solve some things for me, but in a little while she'll be back, you want to.." - He said opening the door of the house. - "Wait for her in here?"

She just waved, she needed to do that job today or she was going to get bad at school, her grades were no longer very good so it was better not to risk it. She entered the big house, kind of shy, not knowing how to deal with her friend's father.

Lewis smiled when he saw the girl standing still near the door, she was all shy and apparently nervous, he sat on the couch and took his cell phone out of his pants pocket, sending a message to his daughter telling him that his friend had arrived.

- "You can sit down if you want. Lisa will be back in a little while." - He said when he saw that the girl was not going to move, she came out of her daydreams with the voice of the elder and sat on the other side of the couch, putting her bag on the floor and touching the edge of her skirt as a form of distraction.

She observed the way Lewis was sitting on the couch, with his legs open while moving his cell phone, he wore black jeans and an almost transparent white shirt, she watched carefully all his tattoos.

Lewis smiled leaving his cell phone aside and looking through the girl's whole body, her white and thick thighs, on her big breasts almost jumping out of the short blouse and in her fleshy little mouth, she was very hot.

He heard the noise of the door opening and Lisa entered, with her usual sweet smile. She approached her friend sitting next to the girl, they talked for a while and after his daughter pulled her friend to the room. Lewis sighed, then going up to take a shower.

[...]

It was almost six o'clock at night and the girls had not yet left the room. Lewis was sitting on the couch in a relaxed way, dressed in black shorts and a black T-shirt, he was with his legs open while watching any newspaper on television.

He looked away at the stairs when he saw you going down. She stopped almost at the last step and looked at herself, biting her lips then Lewis arched his eyebrows and put his hands on his knees subtly raising his hips, fixing herself on the couch.

She blinked bewildered by the movement, and walked shyly to the kitchen to drink water. Feeling the look of her friend's father herself, she took a glass putting water and drinking then, when she felt the presence of Lewis behind her she smiled.

- "Are you still doing the work?" - He asked when he leaned himself on the wall and crossed his arms.

- "Yes, Mr. Hamilton." - You turned to him, putting a curl behind his ear and drinking the rest of the water. She wasn't a saint. He noticed the looks of his friend's father on his body, asked Lisa about his family and the girl said everything she wanted to hear, of course she would not miss the opportunity to provoke him.

- "Hm.." - He approached and you blinked your green eyes innocently. - "You know.. it's getting late, if you want to sleep here and finish tomorrow.." - Lewis smiled on his side, looking down and seeing his hot breasts through the neckline of his blouse.

- "I have to tell my parents Mr. Hamilton and I don't know if they would let me.." - She smiled naughty seeing the man's look burning on her body, she walked away standing on her toe to store the glass in the closet, prancing her chubby ass towards Lewis.

- "Tell them that I'll take care of you." - Lewis spoke in the malicious tone, that girl was driving him crazy.

You turned around watching the eldest look up to your eyes while having a scafajeste smile on her face, she approached him fixing her big tits in the short blouse.

- "I don't know.. do you promise to keep me safe? Very warm and comfortable Mr. Hamilton?" - She made that look of innocence almost forming a fluffy beak on her lips if it wasn't for the naughty tone in her voice.

Lewis approached putting his hand on the girl's thin waist making a caress there, he didn't know how she could look so innocent and naughty at the same time, he wanted to end her.

He sighed and said: - "I can make you feel a lot of things dear, just let me." -

Before you could answer Lisa called her in the room, the girl let go of Lewis' arms, sending a kiss in the air as she walked away shaking her ass subtly, she stopped at the kitchen door and looked at him over her shoulder, smiling innocently and finally going up the stairs.

- "Fuck." - Lewis cursed softly when his hard cock bothered him, he was not believing that after so many years, a girl was messing with him so much.

[...]

At dinner time, the three were sitting at the table, Lisa on the right side of the father and you facing the man, while eating and talking about anything, you took advantage of the moment of distraction of the friend to pass your feet through the legs of Lewis who looked at himself in a naughty way soon turning his attention to what his daughter said.

You kept sliding your bare feet down Lewis' legs, going up and when you got close to the groin, you came back, smiling every time you received a hard look from the man. You offered to wash the dishes and while his daughter went to the bathroom Lewis went after the girl.

He approached, smelling the sweet smell of the girl's perfume, he whispered softly in her ear: - "Are you an offered little whore, did you know that?" - You smiled naughty holding your teeth on her lower lip, when you slowly leaned to the man, shaking subtly on the half-hard cock.

- "I don't know what you're talking about sir.." - He said in a whisper, feeling when Lewis took a deep breath near his ear and held a moan when the man grabbed his ass with one hand, putting his hair side with the other and talking even lower and hoarse in his ear:

- "Don't provoke me, girl." -

- "Or what?" - The girl turned with wet hands casting a challenging look at the man, Lewis locked her jaw moving away quickly when her daughter entered the kitchen.

- "Come on, I'll give you a pyjama for you to sleep comfortably." - Lisa spoke while drinking water, not realising the mood between the two, you smiled nodding your head finishing washing the dishes, Lewis just left the kitchen a little irritated.

[...]

When the two were ready and dressed in pyjamas, you were wearing pink pyjamas. She was lying in bed waiting for Lisa, she was distracted by her thoughts with Lewis when he entered the room, only in sweatpants, she ran her tongue on her lips seeing his skinny and delicious body.

- "I came to say good night." - He said when Lisa entered the room soon after, he kissed the top of the girl's head, she smiled and left a kiss on her father's cheek lying on the bed afterwards.

- "Come here, I also want to say good night."—

The girl smiled getting up and going to the eldest, when he got close, he approached leaving a kiss on his forehead speaking low just for the girl to hear: - "The door to my room will be open, don't make noise."

- "Good night Mr. Hamilton." - She smiled at him looking from top to bottom and went back to bed, lying down and covering himself, Lewis smiled at both of them, turned off the light and closed the door then, going to the room with the half-hard cock.

Lewis left the door between open, lying on the large double bed, he lowered his sweatpants taking his hard and heavy cock in his hand starting to masturbate him lightly, the thick veins pulsating and the pre-cum leaving non-stop.

He sighed when he ran his finger into the sensitive slit, mirroring the pre-cum the entire length, he did not want to cum so he continued masturbating slowly waiting for the girl to appear.

You walked slowly to your friend's father's room, she had fallen asleep a few minutes ago and you took the opportunity to leave the room quickly, when you arrived at the end of the corridor seeing the door between open, you entered the room and almost screamed if it wasn't for Lewis' hot hand covering your mouth.

- "Shh quiet hm?" - He said turning her to himself, when he took his hand out of the girl's mouth she threw her arms on his shoulders and kissed her quickly.

The kiss was quick and tasty, the clicks of the mouths were heard by the silence of the house and Lewis pushed her to bed falling on top of the girl and starting to kiss her again.

You scratched the back of his neck with short nails and let out a little moan when Lewis pulled his lower lip, lowering the kisses to the skinny collarbone showing it.

- "Hm Lewis.." - She moaned when he ran his hand over her pussy, she was without panties so the contact over the shorts drove her crazy. He opened his eyes when he stopped the touches staring at his face.

- "Now it's Lewis? No.." - He said grabbing the jaw of the girl who looked at him with innocent eyes. - "Call me sir, you provocative little whore." - And he left a strong slap on the cheek of the girl who whimpered with the burning, feeling even wetter.

- "Sir please.." - She asked with her eyes full of tears, Lewis' hard cock hurt inside her pants.

- "Oh baby..." - He pushed his hair away from his pretty face, sticking his other hand inside his pyjama blouse and squeezing his hot tits.

- "What do you think about choking on my cock while I suck your hot pussy?"

- "Yes, yes, please." - She said in a hasty tone, spending all that time teasing the man made her so horny.

- "So obedient..." - Lewis said smiling, the girl got on her knees on the bed taking off her blouse leaving her showing off her big tits. Lewis helped her take her shorts out of her pyjamas and the girl looked at him in expectation watching him masturbate slowly.

Lewis lay on the bed pulling you up to himself, she sat on top of your hot cock and pulsating horny, the girl bent down kissing her lips quickly when Lewis told her to turn. On her back she put a leg on each side of Lewis' face leaving her pussy with the shiny honey well showing it, while looking almost drooling at the big cock in front of her.

- "Shit.." - You moaned loudly when you felt Lewis' hot tongue pass over your clitoris. He received a strong slap in the ass and contracted his pussy with the pain.

- "Don't be scandalous and suck me right away with that little mouth of your whore." - Lewis said right away sucking the hot pussy again, you tried to hold your moans and held the heavy cock in your hand by turning your tongue in his extension and putting it in your mouth then.

She sucked hard forming creases on her cheek, while squeezing the heavy balls with her other hand. He passed his tongue in the thick veins of the hot cock and drooled all the length leaving it wet to get into himself. He tried to hold his moans with Lewis' skilful tongue in his pussy.

- "So hot baby.. he's been teasing me all this time, I'm going to fuck this pussy." - Lewis said when he put his tongue on the wet entrance, the girl let go of his cock to moan when he stuck two fingers at once.

- A-ah! Sir like this.. - The girl moaned shaking against Lewis' fingers, he slapped on top of the red pussy which made her moan louder, seeing this Lewis stopped what he was doing and in a single movement took her off him and threw her on the bed, getting on her knees between the girl's head and sticking his cock deep in her tight throat.

- "So hopeless slut.. fucking on my fingers like a slut." - He said when he spat on the girl's face, she closed her eyes trying to breathe with her cock going so deep inside her mouth.

The bed moved with Lewis' quick movements, he was going crazy with the choking sound that the girl's throat made, along with the delicious squeeze on his cock. He stocked up two more times and walked away later, going down and sticking his cock at once in his tight pussy.

- "Ohh fuck Lewis!" - You moaned throwing your head back, Lewis moved fast inside your pussy, the noise of his balls hitting your ass and the moans of both echoing through the silent house.

- "Damn you're the hottest slut I've ever fucked Hm.." - He spoke while stocking hard feeling that he would cum soon, squeezing the girl's breasts with his hands.

- "Mr. Hamilton your cock fucks me so well.. fuck, it doesn't stop!" - She moaned contracting her pussy hard, Lewis moaned hoarsely sticking his face in the sweaty hair of the girl who scratched her back hard.

- "Oh fuck.. I'm going to fucking cum." - Lewis moaned stocking harder, she squeezed him so well, she was so wet around his cock, her moans loudly and her sweaty body with his was so good.

- "Inside me please.. cum inside me Mr. Hamilton." - She moaned softly in her ear feeling his panting breath, Lewis couldn't stand it, stocking three more times and then cumming, without stopping putting his cock still hard in her wet pussy.

- "Please.." - She asked in a sigh when Lewis stopped with the movements, she could feel the hot cum of him inside herself and it made her crazy and very close to cum, the eldest opened her mouth spitting in there, she swallowed smiling and putting their mouths together then.

- "I'm going to make you cum love, and I'm going to fill your hot pussy with cum until you can't take it anymore." - He said when he walked away, Harry let out a grumbling when the cock came out of himself, Lewis turned it aside, and the girl was quick to take the honeyed cock and stick it inside him again.

Lewis smiled at the girl's rush and began to stock his cock slowly in his honeyed pussy, it was all so warm and tight. She moaned softly, rubbing her sensitive clitoris, her sweaty back on Lewis' sweaty breastplate.

- "Do you like it like that, huh? Or prefer when I fuck you hard like that.." - He asked quietly, increasing the strength of the thrusts. Her big breasts jumped and the bed made noise.

- "You fuck me so good, I'm feeling your cum deep inside me..." - She moaned louder when he held her waist stocking up hard, she rubbed her sensitive clitoris feeling that she would soon enjoy her entrance contracting Lewis' thick cock.

- "That's it.. fuck I'm going to cum.. sir.." - She screamed arching her back on Lewis' breastplate, moaning loudly and non-stop while Lewis continued to stock up hard, moaning hoarsely in her ear.

- "Shh.. Lisa is sleeping, you don't want her to listen to the cheap little whore you are, right?" - Lewis whispered in the girl's ear and you couldn't stand cumming anymore. He kept stocking up on his sensitive pussy, feeling it contract non-stop on his cock.

- "Damn I'm going to cum inside your pussy again.. oh" - Lewis moaned when he stocked up two more times and then came, he took his cock out of the tight heat and slapped the sensitive clitoris hard, she screamed and he covered his mouth with his hand, while taking the other to the clitoris rubbing hard.

- "Cum for me again, enjoy, your whore." - He spoke softly, she moaned stuffy against the elder's hand squeezing Lewis' arm hard cumming and then squirting, feeling her whole body shake.

Lewis took his hand out of the girl's mouth turning her soft body to himself, seeing the sweaty little face, he smiled leaving a kiss on his red lips. She opened her eyes wet with tears of pleasure for herself and spoke in a thread of voice:

- "That was so tasty Mr. Hamilton .. can you.. keep me warm? I don't want your cum to come out of me."

- "Damn girl, you're so dirty.." - Lewis said smiling, he took his cock half hard and put it in the wet pussy again. The girl smiled tired towards you and laid her head on his sweaty breastplate.

- "Satisfied love?" - He asked, feeling his hot cock inside her wet pussy.

- "Yes.." - You replied falling asleep next.

It was difficult to explain to Lisa what happened the next day, when she picked them both up in bed. But Lewis was satisfied, and for sure that would happen again.

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Steamy

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jey uso x female reader

✧ word count: 2,815

“Ask if their ice cream machine is broken,” she whispered while patting his arm that rested on the steering wheel.

“Tell me is your ice cream machine working uce?” he called out to the monitor.

“It’s up and working”

“Yeeeeeet. Let me get uh…what you want?” he turned to look at her covering her mouth to stop her laughter.

“What you laughin’ at?” he whispered as he furrowed his brows, a slight smile creeping on his lips.

“Yeeeeeet,” she giggled.

“Shut yo- man what ‘chu want?,” he nudged her exposed thigh.

“Strawberry milkshake please”

“A large strawberry milkshake and uh…an oreo mcflurry.”

“Large?!” she pronounced.

“Large.” he mockingly mouthed back at her.

“That’ll be $28.25 first window.”

“Damn we eating good!” he laughed rubbing his hands together letting the car move forward.

“Wait, where’s my purse?” she asked looking at the ground to find nothing at her feet.

“You don’t need it sit yo ass back down,” he reassured her pulling his wallet out his back pocket.

“No, you always pay let me pay for something.”

She grabbed her phone to turn on the flashlight towards the backseat to look around and found it on the floor under her seat. Her ass was practically in the air from her struggling to reach for it and Jey took the opportunity to push her in the backseat.

“What the fuck?!” she yelped as she fell in the backseat hearing him laugh as he pulled up to the first window. He stretched his arm across the passenger head so she wouldn’t find a way back to the front.

“You’re so annoying,” she muttered as the cashier repeated the order.

“Yessir here you go man,” he handed him his card as he moved his arm to flick his fingers in the back towards her playfully. She pushed them away before he turned around with the most offended look. They handed him their 2 bags of food as well as the milkshake and mcflurry they ordered.

“Thank you uce have a good one.”

“Can I come back to the front now?” she asked placing her hands on his arm.

“No, we gonna eat back there let me park up somewhere,” he muffled as he stuffed 2 fries in his mouth.

“Let me get a fry.”

“Ask nicely,” he peered over his shoulder.

“Please?” she softly asked. She saw him smirk pulling out a fry from the bag and fed her.

“Whatchu’ say?”

“Thank you so much Jey. Thank you for satisfying my fry needs,” she mocked with a high tone. He kissed his teeth and made another left looking for a parking spot. He found an empty spot in the further end of the lot as he parked the car. He slightly turned down the music and switched the led lights to blue that filled the car’s interior.

“Ooh this is pretty,” she vocalized grabbing a fry from the bag looking down at her brightened feet.

“Yeah you are,” he replied taking off his seatbelt before stepping out the car to join her in the back. She felt her cheeks flush from the comment but these comments were always casually thrown around between the two of them.

“Oooooeeeee where my nuggets at?” he asked digging through one of the bags to pull out his 20 piece nuggets & large fry. She pulled out her double cheeseburger & large fry as well and they spent the next 10 minutes talking, laughing, and munching.

“Can I have a nugget?” she asked with a giggle knowing he’d give her a ‘really?’ type look. He dramatically rolled his eyes before grabbing one for her.

“Barbecue or buffalo?” he asked moving the nugget back and forth between the two sauces like her time was ticking.

“Surprise me,” she closed her eyes.

“Okay okay.” he chuckled.

“What’s taking-“ she abruptly stopped as she felt the saucy nugget hit her lips. He laughed and held up his hand in defense as she stared at him in disbelief.

“That’s your fault I was about to feed you,” he brought it back to her lips as she took a bite. She licked off the remaining drips on her lips before grabbing the last fry.

“You still got sauce on you,” he chuckled eating the last spoonful of his mcflurry.

“Oh my god where?” she grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth watching him shake his head.

“Come here,” he motioned with his finger as she leaned in.

He slowly wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb as she watched him. He met her gaze and slowed down the movement of his thumb. She felt heat between her thighs and decided to take it a step further. She grabbed his hand to suck the sauce off the tip of his thumb with a teasing smile as he licked his lips observing her action.

“You play too much…” he trailed off clearing his throat before taking a sip of his water bottle.

“Maybe you don’t play enough.”

He looked back at her trying to hide his grin and she laughed in response.

“Imma throw these out,” he lightly chuckled avoiding her gaze. He grabbed the bags and opened his door to throw them in the trash nearby. She grabbed the mini hand sanitizer in her purse watching his fine tattooed self walk away. He looked so damn good tonight. He had his black snapback on, one hoop earring in, and a black tee with black shorts that revealed his sleeved arms and tatted legs. And that chain…

“My god…” she softly moaned in frustration before stopping herself as he got back in. He dramatically sighed from the trip and plopped down putting her legs on top of his thighs as she leaned against the opposite window. He pulled out his bright red lighter and smirked at her sparking up the flame.

“Hell yeah,” she laughed.

“Yeet,” he replied pulling out the blunt from the cup holder.

He put it between his lips and sparked up, letting a few puffs out. He passed it to her and they spent the next 5 minutes talking and joking around as they both gradually got very high.

She felt his gaze on her as she took another hit. She peered back at him with her droopy eyes.

“What?” she asked with a faint smile as she blew the smoke out.

“You’re beautiful man,” he confessed running his hand over his beard. She felt her cheeks heat up but brushed it off knowing it was just another one of their flirty banter. She passed the blunt and he flicked his finger towards him.

“Come here,” he muffled with the blunt between his lips. She scooted in closer before he shook his head.

“Nah this ain’t gonna work, just hop on.” He patted his lap and she felt nerves rush through her body because she didn’t know what he was doing. She was too high to think or care so she obliged.

She brought her leg over his waist and sat down on his comfy lap. He rested one hand on her thigh as he took a hit with the other. He gently pinched her cheeks to part open her mouth as he blew the smoke in. Oh…

She responded by sucking it in causing him to smirk, his eyes barely open from how high he was. She blew out the remaining smoke as he brought the blunt to her lips. She reciprocated his action and cupped his face to blow in his mouth. She felt his hands grip her waist to pull her in closer, his eyes not leaving her lips.

“I-I think we should throw it out now…” she stuttered with a nervous laugh. Her mind was floating not just from the weed but the demanding and horny feelings aching throughout her body.

“Mm. You right,” he deeply replied. He grabbed the small roach from her fingers and pulled down the window to throw it out. He pressed the button again to shut it as he cupped her chin and brought her lips to his. It was nice and slow at first. They took their time exploring each others mouths with their tongues, the sound of their greedy sighs and moans growing louder.

“You’re so fucking fine…” he whispered grabbing her ass with both hands.

A hushed moan escaped her lips as he brought his mouth to her neck, swirling his wet tongue in circles before taking his time to suck on her sweet spot.

“Fuck…” she moaned feeling her pussy eagerly throbbing.

He gently grabbed her throat bringing his mouth back on hers. Their tongues weaving together so naturally were full of flavor. The tastes of their desserts and weed mixing together, both craving for more. The only sounds filling dark car were Ne-yo playing in the background and their heavy breathing as they continued their steamy and sloppy make out.

“You taste like strawberry…” he groaned sneaking his tongue back in her mouth as she sucked on it.

“Mmm you like it?” she moaned back grinding on his bulge.

“Makes me wanna taste somethin’ else,” he growled as he ran his fingers beneath her shorts.

“What you waiting for then?” she teased, taking off her tank top.

He smirked and bit his lip, humming at her breasts spilling out of her laced black bra before flipping her on her back causing her to giggle. He hovered over her, licking in between her chest as he unclipped her bra.

“God damn...” he moaned cupping them with both hands. He slowly flicked his tongue over her nipple before enclosing his lips around it to suck while he fiddled with the other between his fingers.

“Jey…” she softly moaned, her fingers entangled with the ends of his hair.

“What’s up baby…” he purred back leaving sloppy kisses down her stomach making her back arch. He pulled her shorts off her and ran his two middle fingers over her damp panties.

“You’re so wet for me huh?” he mumbled over the fabric before slipping them off. He dragged her legs over his shoulders before burying his face between her thighs ready to feast. He spread open her slick folds with a small flick of his tongue before hungrily sucking on her.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” she cried out as he rapidly lapped his tongue up and down her entrance. His tongue felt like it was moving 90 miles an hour, she didn’t know if it was from how high she was or how fucking good his warm thick tongue felt on her pussy, but she felt like she was reeling for a release very quickly.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum…” she warned him as she gripped the leather edge of the window above her head. Her fingers slipped off the slightly misty window.

“Yeah?” he asked between the speedy and vigorous flicks of his tongue. He massaged her clit with his thumb before dipping his tongue into her hole at a frantic pace. Her legs started to shake as he watched her eyes half lidded, her mouth parted open as her whines grew louder.

“Mmmm j-just like that…”

He gripped her thighs as he shoved his tongue deeper inside her, feeling her pulsate every time he dived back in.

“Uhhhhh fuck,” she whined as shockwaves took over her body. She uncontrollably gushed on his tongue as he licked up every drop of her nectar.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed.

The vibrations of his moan against her soaked mess only heightened the orgasm. The loud sound of his tongue sloshing back and forth with her cum was heard over the music alone. She bit her lip, her eyes heavier and lower than before as she grinned at him coming down from her high.

“I don’t think I’ve came that fast before,” she panted.

He chuckled as he licked his lips that were still glistening from her.

“You taste too fucking good.” He ran his hand over his drenched beard before taking off his shirt exposing his tatted chest.

“I’m gon’ make you cum again…” he whispered against her lips as his chain dangled across her neck. He glided his two fingers across her wet entrance before bringing them back up to his lips to suck it off. She pulled his chain with her finger and used her legs to push down on his lower back, his growing bulge meeting her stomach.

“Fuck me…” she pleaded her hand caressing the side of his neck.He quickly pecked her before taking off his shorts and boxers. His long and hard tanned dick sprung out as the tip seeped with pre cum. He practically rolled her over like a pretzel, bending her legs over her body so her feet were touching the window. He dragged his dripping tip along her entrance, running it up and down to mix their juices together causing her to tremble.

“You want this dick baby?” he asked tauntingly slowing down the soaked trace of his tip.

“Yes fucking please…” she whimpered. He slowly slipped his length inside of her, causing both of them to moan in unison.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned easing his way into her, pumping at a slow pace. He lowered himself to meet her lips, hanging her legs over his shoulders as he gradually picked up the pace of his thrusts.

“Mmmm jey,” she gasped against his lips as he pumped her faster, his balls loudly pounding against her skin.

“You like that baby?” he growled in her ear, his cold chain sliding against her neck.

“Yesyesyes,” she cried using his shoulders for support. She felt every inch of him fill up her stomach, her walls increasingly fluttering around his hammering dick.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned placing his hand on the steamy window for support. He used his other hand to keep her leg over his shoulder as he vigorously pounded into her. Their moans matched the speed of the sloppy smacks of his dick driving into her wet mess.

“I-I’m- gonna c-cum” she choked out. She felt her breath hitch in her throat but she was too engulfed in pleasure to care. He wrapped his hand around her throat continuing to drive his twitching dick into her.

“Cum on my dick baby,” he coached her, locking his deep brown eyes with her. Her eyes started fluttering, she swore she saw stars as her climax overcame her body. He felt her release as she coated his dick with her overflowing cum.

“Fuck you’re so sexy…” he moaned admiring her moan from ecstasy as she fluttered once more around his dick.

“Let me ride you daddy,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around her body to scoop her up onto his lap. He gripped her hips as she started rocking them at a steady pace. She pressed her lips against his, craving his tongue on hers as he satisfied her hunger.

“You gon’ make me cum baby,” he moaned as she sucked his tongue, their saliva scattered across their mouths from their aggressive kissing.

“Nut in me then…” she challenged him as she rode him faster, his hands grabbing her ass before he loudly slapped it, causing her to gasp. She felt another orgasm creep up on her watching his head fall back. He kept a firm grip on her ass as his mouth parted open against her lips.

“Uhhhh fuck,” he moaned as he came inside of her, her third orgasm of the night following. He cupped the side of her face to passionately kiss her once more as their panting slowed down to hushed moans.

“Holy shit,” she giggled as he goofily smiled before pecking her lips.

“You made me cum three times…” she shared in disbelief lifting her hand to cover her mouth. He grabbed the same hand to kiss it before laughing.

“That’s why they call me ucey jucey babyyyyy,” he teased as he playfully put his snapback on her head. She fixed it to fit her head as she licked her lips still blissed out from the weed and her multiple orgasms.

“Damn you look fine as hell in my hat…” He took both hands to intertwine with hers before pulling her in for another kiss. They heard a car door slam next to them as he brushed her hair out of her face to caress her cheek.

“Ay this is Jey’s car!”

They both froze, their lips still touching as they recognized his twin’s voice. Thank God he had tinted windows.

“Isn’t he with Y/N?”

“They probably eating inside, let me call him.” She clasped her hand over her mouth as Jey looked around for his phone to silence it, but it was too late.

His phone was connected to car play on full volume, and his ringtone started blaring through the car. They heard chuckles from outside as a knock startled the both of them.

“You kids be safe!” Jimmy mocked with a deep tone.

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Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: I've been late posting this entire series 😭. i explained a bit when anon asked, but i LOST my compression gloves and got a new pair relatively quick on top of my $200 medication 💔 my wallet is in shambles guys

ANYWAYS thank you all for sticking around and bearing with me!! i kiss and hug everyone!! even though i haven't responded to comments lately, i read every single one and it always makes me giggle ♥️♥️

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 5

The drive back to your university with your mom was excruciating. You hadn’t told anyone what’d happened which meant you had to keep a happy demeanor around them throughout the holidays up until now. Dread had settled in your stomach once the drive began and continued to spread the closer you got, similar to when you’re headed to the doctors or the dentist, just a million times worse.

Texting Ella and Sky had helped a surprising amount, turning the majority of your anxiety into rage. Ella was furious when she found out, so her fury, and Sky’s, quickly became yours.

They hyped you up, ready to be at your side and assist in tearing “that shitty fratfuck” to shreds. The support meant so much after everything, especially after the reality of it all set in; you’d seen the picture via snapchat from someone you didn’t know, so how many others had seen it?

Your worst fear was being seen as easy, being used like you were. But you weren’t, were you? Your friends had made sure to try and convince you otherwise, you had to give them that, yet even with the facts laid out in front of you, it was still hard to divert your thoughts away from that ever-looming self-doubt.

Seeing the campus come into view only served to solidify those thoughts and feelings. No matter what Sky and Ella had tried or are willing to do for you, it just wasn’t enough to fix what’s been done.

Your mom helped you bring your suitcase up to your dorm, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the temple before saying goodbye and heading on her way. Playing okay around your family all winter break was exhausting, so you just chose to sit in silence on your bed instead of unpacking your stuff. Always prepared, you wanted to get here a few days early, using unpacking and settling back in as an excuse, when really you just needed time to collect yourself before the inevitable happened.

He was here, and you were sure he’d seek you out eventually once he spotted you, or maybe when one his friends did and the word made its way back to him. Whichever way it happened, you knew it’d be unfavorable.

“Hey,” Ella’s voice from the doorway caught your attention, “you look miserable..” How hadn’t you heard the door open?

“I am miserable, but uh.. let’s just pretend I’m not, okay?” You replied, barely cracking a smile as you glanced up at her.

She gave you a weak laugh in return, letting the door close as she slowly sauntered over to you, plopping down right next to you on the edge of the bed. “Fine, yeah. You haven’t shown me your schedule yet, by the way.”

“Oh, right-” you paused to reach over and grab your bag, rifling through the various papers in there until finally pulling out the schedule you printed out a couple weeks back. “It’s mostly the classes that aren’t fun.” You stopped to look at your schedule for a brief moment before passing the paper over to Ella, who quickly snatched it from your hand.

She squinted dramatically, holding the paper only a couple inches away from her face. “Yeaaah, these aren’t the best. At least it looks like you’ll have the majority of your pre-reqs out of the way for next year though.” Her observation made you chuckle with a nod.

“Which is what I’m trying to do. Work myself to the bone now, chill out later.”

“Don’t kill yourself trying to do everything in one fell swoop.”

“I promise I won’t Ella, this is just how I-” A knock on the door drew both yours and Ella’s attention away from each other, an immediate scowl settling on her face. You wanted to ask, but it seems she already knew what you were going to say, quickly shushing you in a hushed voice, “Sky won’t be here until tomorrow night. Don’t answer that.”

You paused, thought for a moment, then nodded once with pursed lips. Ella was a pretty serious person, the mom of the group you could say, so when she pulled that tone, you knew better than to test it. Besides, you didn’t want to see who or what was on the other side of the door, you needed more time.

The next day was a little better, if uneventful. You finally brought yourself to unpack your suitcase, a chance to reorganize everything since you’d gotten a few new things over the holidays. Ella stuck close, bringing food up and into your dorm to take advantage of the empty mini fridge while the two of you binge watched a few random movies.

You stayed cozied up in your bed, having already mapped out and memorized your walking path for each class; longer, less foot traffic to and from. All you had to do was get through the rest of this year, that’s all. Little extra walking never hurt anyone, right?

When classes actually started, the long and complicated walks actually worked for a time; no one gave you strange looks, no one tried to talk to you, and it was pretty quiet. Scenic. But everyone knows everything good must come to an end eventually, and of course it had to be when you were just starting to forget all of this mess.

He caught you between classes. Scenic walks backfired massively when you realized there wasn’t anyone else around on that part of campus. Guess you didn’t think this one all the way through.

You couldn’t help but notice he looked pretty roughed up, sporting a few bruises along his cheekbone, a split lip, and a healing black eye. Seems he’s been busy over winter break.

“Listen, please listen-” Leon pleaded, holding his hands out in a weak attempt to trap you in the hallway. All this did was make you even more uncomfortable. “I know what I did was wrong, but I was not the one who sent that picture around, I swear.” You just stood in place after a few tries to get around him, giving him an almost bored stare. He didn’t really expect to finally catch you, so he stumbled over his words as he continued to ramble.

“I-.. I’m so, so sorry for doing that to you,” he slowly lowered his hands back down to his sides once he was sure you’d stay to listen, “I know that what I did was terrible, and I mean it when I say that I am sorry. I wish there was a way to turn back time and undo it, but I can't. I can't even explain why I did it in the first place, but that's not an excuse. I just- I messed up big time and I was- am stupid for letting it happen.”

To you this seemed sincere, but you really couldn’t be sure and it was safe to assume it wasn’t. Leon managed to trick you for months, who’s to say this wasn’t a trick as well?

Your look turned skeptical, crossing your arms tightly against your chest with a shaky breath. Despite handling this better than you thought you would, it was still nerve wracking having this kind of talk.

“I'm not good at this, but I'm more than willing to do whatever it takes to make things right, if that's even possible..” Leon breathed out, panting as he tried to catch his breath after talking so fast. “I managed to uh-.. to find everyone who had the picture and I made them delete it.”

“I made them delete the picture.” He repeated, taking another moment to breathe before suddenly looking down to yank something out of his pocket. “I-I got your uh-.. these-”

Seeing him hold up your panties so casually made you gasp, immediately looking around the hallway to make sure it was still empty before shooting him a glare, whispering a harsh “Put them back! Put them back!” which made him scramble to hide them in his pocket again.

“Right- right, sorry! Sorry…” Leon was sweating at this point, growing increasingly anxious under your gaze. He didn’t want to mess this up any further, but man he was doing a pretty shitty job at that right now.

His hands were shoved into his pockets as well, both of you blushing with embarrassment, and also shame on Leon’s part. Once he managed to slow his breathing, he started to talk again, a noticeable frown tugging at the corner of his lips. “You don’t.. have to forgive me or anything, I just wanted to make sure you knew that hardly anyone knows and-” His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, turning his head to the side to look at the wall, “.. and that I’m sorry. I really do like you, I guess I just took a little too long to realize it…”

You made another quick glance over your shoulder before looking back at the man trembling in front of you who was still avoiding your gaze. You wanted to hate him so bad, so bad, but it was hard when all you could see was the Leon who was so sweet, the Leon who let you cry to him when the weight of the world was on your shoulders and made you feel so wanted and loved.

“Can we-” you cleared your throat and pulled the strap of your backpack further up onto your shoulder, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “Can we talk later, maybe? Like, in my dorm? I don’t want anyone overhearing any of this..”

Leon perked up when he heard you talk, pulling his hands from his pockets to nervously rake his fingers through his hair, which was now partially damp from the sweat beading off his forehead. “Oh- OH! Yeah, of- of course, yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t- I just needed to-”

You waved your hands in front of your chest, shutting him up so he didn’t spill any further. "And throw those away." He nodded silently, wiping a hand down his face until it settled right in front of his lips, probably knowing he was talking too much at this point.

There was one more class you needed to go to that day, so you hurried off after telling him to wait outside your dorm until you were done, and he promised he would. Very adamantly, too. At least he held true to his words, standing in the hallway right in front of your dorm room like a lost puppy when you turned the corner. It was cute for a second, though annoyance quickly replaced that feeling as you walked over and let him in.

You weren’t exactly ready to have a full blown talk, but then again, no one ever was. What made it easier was your roommate never returned that semester, assuming she dropped out, so you basically had the whole dorm to yourself for the rest of the year. Or until someone had a roommate issue and needed a change. Didn’t really matter to you at that point.

There was really only one thing on your mind and that was getting Leon to explain this whole ordeal to you. You needed detail, clarification, anything to help you understand what’d been going on behind your back during that time. And he did, telling you just about everything he could; who suggested the bet, who roped him into the idea, the second guessings he had since the start, how he could’ve done literally anything else to avoid the way it all played out, everything.

Obviously you couldn’t just forgive him like that, even though he kept telling you how sorry he was and how terrible he felt about it. You wanted to forgive him, but you weren’t ready, and he understood that. He would’ve been satisfied with any response you gave him, so having been given the chance to really explain and have you listen was more than enough in his eyes.

“And just so you know, my friends aren’t going to let you off the hook,” you pulled your legs up so you were sitting criss-cross on the bed, looking across at Leon who was sitting on the bed opposite of yours.

“Yeah, I know..” he chuckled awkwardly, reaching a hand back to rub at the nape of his neck. “I was honestly expecting them to jump me, but they just give me evil looks whenever they see me.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, making a mental note to question Sky and Ella about that later. “You’ll never get nice looks from them again and I won’t be vouching for you.”

Leon nodded, silence blanketing the room as you’d finally run out of things to discuss. Though it was awkward, it was nice to have him hanging around again. “Anyways,” you started, standing up from your bed slowly as you vaguely gestured towards the door, “I need to study, sooo…”

“Oh, yeah, totally, uhm..” he followed suit, standing up from the other bed before sauntering over to the door as you held it open for him. He walked out and turned around almost instantly, a small smile suddenly appearing on his face once his eyes met yours, his arms jerking upwards slightly as if to suggest a hug.

“Don’t push it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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itsasilentreader · 2 months

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My only girl

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!Slytherin!reader

Summary:

Violet thinks she can get Sebastian in her bed at the end of a Slytherin party, but little does she know that he is your boyfriend whose heart is set on you and only you.

Warnings: alcohol/drug consumption, suggestive dialogue, maybe some curse words? idk anymore

Characters are aged up, 18+.

Wordcount: 3.4K

A/N: Use of Y/N, there are some descriptions about the outfit of the reader but if you want to imagine a different outfit, please do! I tried to write a reader who is more self-assured in her relationship because I like to read that once in a while. Also, English is not my first language, so please ignore all the grammatical errors in this one. I’m still editing and learning how to write dialogue so please bear with me!

It was finally Friday night and as per usual, one of the houses was throwing a party. As it was agreed to rotate every week, it was now time for Slytherin to host again.

You got ready with Natty and Imelda in the dorm room you shared with Imelda. As you were still deciding on an outfit and trying different pieces of clothing on, Poppy entered your room, out of breath. “Sorry, I know I’m late and I see you are almost ready. But I have a good enough reason to be late.” Imelda rolled her eyes, before focusing back on her make-up. Poppy gave her a light (friendly) shove as she walked past her towards your bed. “Oh stop that, will you.”

She set down her make-up bag and clothing before turning towards you. “Okay first of all, if you’re going with that green top you should wear that black skirt you got last month.” You looked at her through the mirror and nodded to her. “I guess you’re right, let me change into a skirt.” You turned towards your closet. Poppy nods and sits down. “Okay, the reason why I’m late is because I overheard Violet on my way here.”

This causes all three heads to turn towards Poppy. Imelda had eyeliner on only one eye as she stared at Poppy to continue. “If it caused you to be 20 minutes late, this should be something interesting,” Natty spoke up from the floor next to your bed, her eyes fixed on the mirror while doing her hair.

“It is,” Poppy nodded, “Okay, so you know how obsessed Violet is with Sebastian?” You scoff and give her a pointed look. “Even Ominis can see that and that kid is blind.” You turn your attention back to your closet and continue to look for the black skirt you want to try on with the top. Poppy rolls her eyes at your comment.

“Anyways, she said she is so sure she can get him into her bed by the end of the night. Seems like she really wants to make her move on him tonight.” This causes the girls to stop their movements and stare at Poppy. Imelda closes the cap on her eyeliner pen and speaks up, “So… she really doesn’t know Sebastian is in a committed relationship and head over heels for our lovely Y/N here?”

“Well, she did mention it is always difficult to talk to him because he is always with Y/N. Even went as far as to say that she doesn’t understand why he puts up with you” Poppy replied, the last part directed towards you. “That little-” you huff out when you turn around, skirt in hand. Changing into the skirt, and sighing when you think over the words Poppy just said. “I mean, we didn’t come out as a couple you know, so I’m not surprised she doesn’t actually know we’re together. And it is not like we act differently around each other now we are together. Besides, everyone already assumed we were.”

You smooth out the skirt and hum in approval of your outfit. “Yeah, everyone but Violet”. Natty says. “She even admits it is hard to talk to him because he’s always with you. Besides the point that he is your boyfriend, doesn’t she know he is not interested in her?” she continues, “Even before you came to Hogwarts in our fifth year, he always tried to avoid her at all costs. She is so overbearing.”

You sigh and walk over to your bed after approving your outfit. “Knowing Violet she probably wants to do it publicly so I would know she claimed him.” You sit down next to Poppy on your bed and start putting on your make-up. “Everything we do is a competition in her head, so this would be the same.” Poppy shifts on the bed and turns to you. “We all know Sebastian only has eyes for you, you don’t need to worry about that.” She smiles softly at you as she opens her make-up bag to quickly get ready.

“I know, I’m just a little worried about how far Violet will go.” Natty looks up to you from her seat on the floor. “You know we will hex her if she does something out of line”, you snort at her comment. “Imelda is just dying to do it for you, you know.” Natty says while Imelda smirks proudly.

“Okay enough about that ugly shade of purple,” you turn your attention to Poppy. “Are you finally making your move on Garreth tonight?” Poppy gasped lightly and shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” only the blush spreading on her cheeks is telling you otherwise. “He asked if you were coming tonight” You looked into your hand mirror and applied your eyeshadow. “He did?” Poppy squeaked out. Clearing her throat she asked again, “He did?” Imelda locks eyes with you and smirks as you try to contain your laughter.

“Sooo…” She drags out, “I guess Y/N isn’t the only one going back to the dorms with someone tonight”. Poppy glared at her and scoffed. “Just let us know how it was in the morning, I am kinda curious about his dick,” Imelda commented nonchalantly. This causes you and Natty to bark out a laugh while Poppy stutters over her words. “Imelda, you’re gay.” Imelda barks out a laugh, before replying, “So? I might munch muff but I still acknowledge Garreth is easy on the eyes.” Poppy just huffs and focuses on her make-up. She mumbles something under her breath but Imelda drowns it out when she laughs at Poppy’s reaction again.

As you walk down to your common room, you can already feel the bass vibrating the walls. Muffled voices and music are heard down the hall and you are in desperate need of a shot, or two. You are sure Sebastian wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or jeopardize your relationship, but you still feel a bit uneasy because you know Violet will do anything to get what she wants.

As Imelda opens de door to the common room, you are met with a full house and someone sneakily pushing past you into the common room. You couldn’t see exactly who it was, as they already disappeared in the crowd.

The party is in full swing and fire whisky is flowing richly. You spot Garreth already, with some other Hufflepuff girl next to the fireplace. It seems like he already started mixing the fire whiskey and Mallowsweet. You can see Poppy’s facial expression fall when she follows your sight. It is no secret she is attracted to the red-headed Gryffindor. Poppy rolls her eyes and drags you with her to look for a bottle of fire whiskey. “I need a shot!” She yells over the music.

The other two girls follow and eventually get caught up by others and their conversations. You have yet to spot your boyfriend. While searching the room for his presence, Poppy helps you and herself to a shot of fire whiskey. After tasting the burning alcohol at the back of your throat, Poppy seems to have poured herself already a second shot. Filling up your glass, you both took another shot. Poppy seems to be in her head as she pours another one. “Okay hold on Pops, I think we should slow down on the shots after this one”. You pry the bottle out of her hands and pour yourself one last shot. “Last one,” Poppy said and downed it. “For now.” she mumbles after taking the shot.

The night went on and there is still no sign of your boyfriend. Suddenly you spot Ominis standing against the wall and walk up to him. “Have you seen Sebastian?”, you ask after you greet your friend. He shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink. “He went to the bathroom a while ago, seems like he hasn’t found his way back yet.” You sigh and lean against the wall next to Ominis. “Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.”

“He better be,” you grumble next to your friend. “It’s just, Poppy overheard Violet and I just don’t want to see what she has planned tonight to get with Sebastian.” Ominis laughs at your comment and shakes his head. “That girl is as daft as a brush”. You chuckle at his remark and nod along, even though he can’t see it. “I know, let me know if you find him will you?” Ominis nods and lets you go on your way.

You walk back towards Poppy and see her finally talking to Garreth. It seems like they only have eyes for each other. The other Hufflepuff girl is long forgotten, as is her annoyance with Garreth from before. You watch how Poppy giggles at something Garreth says and slaps his chest. His hand comes up to hold her hand there and leans in slightly to hear her better. Her cheeks turn red when she notices Garreth leaning into her, her eyes widening a bit but her smile never falters.

You decide to search for your other friends as you walk by Violet. Her presence alone is enough to annoy you, but hearing her shrill voice greeting you makes it even more unbearable. You turn towards her and give her a fake smile as you try not to roll your eyes.

“How lovely to see you this evening, but I have noticed you’re not glued to Sebastian’s side. Did he get bored of you already?” She smirks and cocks her head slightly to the side. You scoff slightly and cross your arms. “Is there another reason you keep talking to me about Sebastian or are you just that obsessed?”. You see her eyes narrow slightly, seems like you’ve hit a nerve. “You know, I just don’t know why he keeps being friends with you. I mean, you always follow him around like a lost puppy. Is it still not obvious that he doesn’t want to be more than friends?” Her expression turns into a sympathetic one, albeit a fake one.

“And what makes you think Sebastian and I aren’t together already?” You feign innocence as you ask her the question. Curious as to what she will answer you take a step closer to the dark-haired girl. “I mean, you said it yourself earlier. We are always together, glued to each other’s sides. Who knows what goes down behind closed doors.” This causes Violet to scoff loudly. “You really think he would choose you?” she rather states instead of asking. You shrug innocently, awaiting her next move. Of course, you know for a fact that he would 100% choose you.

“I know for sure he needs someone who can challenge him, and of course, please him like he should be pleased,” Violet smirked at you. “Don’t you think?”, she taunted at you while tilting her head. Just the thought of her hands all over Sebastian made your stomach hurl, but hearing her imply that she thinks she knows how to please your boyfriend makes your blood boil. You scoff at her comment and roll your eyes. “Let me guess, you think you are the one who can do exactly that hm?”

Her eyes narrow slightly while her smirk falters at the tone of your voice. It is sharp enough to take hers down a nudge. Violet tries to hide her annoyance on her face, “We both know who he would choose when it comes down to both of us. Some are just,” Violet chooses her next words wisely, “better than others.” Shrugging her shoulders, she feigns innocence. The smirk reappears on her face.

This remark causes other students to stop their conversation and turn their attention to the altercation between the two Slytherins. Because of the small commotion that ensues, Imelda and Poppy appear next to you. Your eyebrows shot up at her comment. Before you could throw an insult at her, Imelda beats you to it. “At least Y/N doesn’t need to desperately throw herself at someone, just to get a smidge of attention.” That should knock her down a peg. Poppy just nods along with Imelda’s comment. Imelda is not one to hold her tongue, sharp as ever. It is not always celebrated but it can sure come in handy in times like these.

Her eyes narrowed again before spotting someone, be it your boyfriend, walking towards the commotion. Her sour expression disappears and a sickly sweet smile paints her lips. “ Well, well, well, speak of the devil,” her voice turning into a syrupy sweet one, replacing the ice-cold one she uses to speak with you. “Hey, handsome.” When Sebastian is close enough, her manicured hand shoots out to place it on his bicep to greet him. Slightly squeezing his bicep as she steps closer to him all while batting her eyes seductively. “This girl has no shame.” Imelda murmurs to you and Poppy.

His eyes follow her hand and frowns a little. “What is going on here? Ominis told me you girls are causing a fuss?” His head turns to you, and smirks. “What is it about?” You roll your eyes at the sound of his voice and his questions. He knows damn well that if you and Violet having a squabble, it most likely is about him. He knows how obsessed Violet is with him.

Every time there is a quidditch game, Violet tries to sit in the front row to cheer him on, next to you of course. She tries to catch his attention by cheering loudly for him, a little too loud. Always trying to be the first to greet him after the game and sitting close to him during breakfast, lunch and dinner. Whenever you two are walking together or sitting together, she tries to come between you two. She even goes as far as to persuade the professors to switch partners if she is not partnered with Sebastian. Luck is almost always on your side as most of the professors brush her off and tell her to work with the student she was originally paired with. This girl was as desperate as one could be.

Sebastian is not going to lie, it does stroke his ego. Of course, it does when he sees how you react to all the things Violet is trying to do to your boyfriend. Your little huffs of annoyance, or the way you roll your eyes when you hear her shrill voice say your boyfriend's name. He loves it when you try to keep your calm when Violet wants his attention.

Although he likes to receive the attention, he won’t act on it. His heart is set on you and you know that. Nobody can compare to you and he makes sure you know that, in every way possible. Besides, he loves how riled up you are when Violet tries to make a move on him. He loves to see how possessive you can get and claim what is yours. The sex that ensues after makes him go crazy.

“Violet thinks that if you have to choose between us two, you would definitely go for her,” You shake your head a little, before continuing. “She is sure she knows how you should be pleased.” She snaps her head from Sebastian to you. Sebastian tries to hold back his laughter after seeing how Violet stares you down. Still standing a little too close to him, he takes a step back. “Oh, do you now?” You raise your eyebrow to challenge her as if to say ‘Go on, tell him’.

There is a slight pause before she answers him, “I can show you if you want.” as Sebastian takes a step back, she tries to take one step closer to him again. Her manicured nails trailed up to his bicep again and a sultry smile on her lips. “You should see and feel what I can do with my tongue.”

Imelda and Poppy greeted this remark with a loud laugh. Soon, Sebastian joined them. You, however, hate the way she speaks to him. She is trying so damn hard. Sebastian steps away from her grip and shakes his head. “I’m sure you can make someone else happy with that, but I don’t think my girlfriend would like it when you do that.” He turns to you and takes you in his embrace. Wrapping one arm around your shoulder and giving a quick kiss on your temple. “Hi, love”.

“Besides, this one right here is the only one I would ever want. Nobody compares.” You smile softly up to Sebastian. Even though you’ve been together for quite some time now, he still gives you those butterflies. How could he not when he just said in front of everyone, in front of Violet, that you are the one for him? That nobody compares to you in his eyes?

Violet��s shocked expression makes you stifle a laugh, and then it turns sour. “What?” she asks, “You two? For how long?” She almost stomps her feet, like a small child whose toys have been taken away. This time, Garreth speaks up from behind Poppy. “Everyone with eyes and Ominis could see it, Violet. You’re just daft.” His comment, albeit a snide one, is met with chuckles from those who’ve gathered to see what the commotion is about.

At this point, her face grows red from embarrassment and before she stomps off she looks at you. It looks like she wants to say something, but decides against it. She pushes her way through the small crowd and disappears to the girl's dormitory. Her friends flocked behind her.

“Well, that was something.” Poppy speaks up next to you and turns to Garreth, “The last comment might have been a little much”. Garreth just smirked down at her and shrugged. Before he could reply, Sebastian said, “No she did deserve it. She was a little too obsessed. Told her multiple times I wasn’t interested, even before I got together with this babe.” He wiggles his eyebrows as you roll your eyes. “Hm, turning to flattery now, are we?” He gave you a soft smile and leaned in for a quick kiss. Soon, everyone around you goes back to their conversations, games and dancing.

“Where have you been the whole time? I was looking for you.” You turn in his arms to face him completely. He sighs, “I know, I’m sorry. Ominis told me you were looking for me. Caught a fourth-year sneaking into the party when I came back from the bathroom. Had to get the little git back to his dorm.” You giggle with a shake of your head. “Ruining the fun for the younger ones now too?” Sebastian rolls his eyes.

“You know my heart is only set on you right?” Sebastian says to you as he pulls you closer by your waist. Your chests flush against each other as he looks down in your eyes. Your hands slide up his arms and to the back of his neck. Playing with the hair on the base of his neck, he leans into your touch. “I know, and I trust you completely. It’s just girls like Violet that I don’t trust.”

Sebastian nods slightly and drops his forehead against yours. “Well, I understand that. I mean, the guys are no different.” He gives you a soft smile before his eyes flicker down to your lips. “But, you know, if you want me to show you how much I love you, I’ll be happy to do so.” His eyes glimmer with love and lust and his soft smile turns into a smirk. His hands wander from your waist down to your ass and he squeezes slightly.

This makes you gasp and giggle into his chest. You tilt your head and capture Sebastian’s lips for a quick, soft kiss. You feel him smile into the kiss and when you try to pull away, he deepens the kiss. “Room of requirement?” He asks breathlessly when you finally pull away from each other. You nod eagerly and take his hand in yours to sneak out of the party.

Sebastian definitely showed you how much he loves you and your body until the early morning. And your altercation with Violet is long forgotten as Sebastian keeps reminding you; you are the only one for him.

Please let me know what you think of this one! All the likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 month

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So Inappropriate

A/N: Alright, you guys wanted it, here it is. This little ficlet based off of the video that’s got our Stark Squad all riled up. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you enjoyed it.

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut-ish fluff. There is a significant age gap between the reader and Tony (say 20 years?) Also the reader is Bruce Banner’s assistant.

Word count: 1896

Tony Stark Masterlist

You were just about done arranging the equipment in the lab when you heard the door slide open.

“Dr. Banner, I’m done for the day unless you need me for anything else!” you called out without glancing up, not realizing the person who had walked in certainly wasn’t your boss.

“Dr. Banner has left the premises for the day, Miss Y/L/N. But I might need you for something.”

Tony Stark made an appearance, his signature smirk adorning his face as he traipsed in closer, his walk oozing all sorts of confidence and authority. Of course, your face did very little to hide the blush that creeped up, heating your cheeks in an instant.

Why did this man have such an influence on you? You’d never know.

Well, not exactly. It was pretty obvious. The genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist had this effect on most individuals. His natural charisma and intimidating presence was all wrapped in an impeccably trimmed-goatee-bearing handsome package. The guy was senior to you. Much senior. But there was something about him that always drew you in, an impish charm that was all too endearing, his commanding aura that compelled you to behave. Almost challenged you to confront your deepest, darkest desires.

“Earth to Y/N?” he snapped you out of your reverie, making you accidentally knock over a set of beakers kept on the platform.

Cursing under your breath, you bent to pick up the shattered glass as did Tony, resulting in your head banging against his, further adding to your embarrassment.

Just great!

“Careful, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Tony murmured, taking the shards of glass from your hand as Dum-E, one of his bots zoomed in to sweep it all away.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I–I’m sorry.” you fumbled, wincing as you saw you an angry drop of red ooze out of your finger from where you had evidently cut yourself.

“Ah, you poor thing. C’mere.” not awaiting a response, Tony clutched your hand and brought it to his lips, gently sucking on your index finger all while his eyes bore into yours.

A part of you wanted to run away from the scene like a scaredy cat but, the other part was completely rooted to the spot. Not daring to move an inch, as if if you did, your little daydream would break. Your cheeks probably burnt with the heat, and you could feel your pulse rush to the part of your finger that was currently in his mouth, smarting. His tongue soothed over the cut softly, sending tingles of desire down your back, the moistness between your legs increasing with his little action.

He is your boss. Not exactly but he built this place. He was your boss’s best friend. These thoughts were quite inappropriate.

Almost as quickly as it began, he let go of your hand, his touch still lingering strong as you cleared your throat, watching his bot whir away from the scene.

“Thank you, I think. Um. For your help.” you stared at your feet, unsure what to do next.

You grabbed your things and stuffed them in your bag, very aware of the fact that Tony and signature smirk were following your every move.

Why was this man allowed to have this effect on you?

You stopped right by the door, turning back to face the man who hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Uh, Mr. Stark? You said you wanted me for something?”

“Right! Well, we have a charity, inauguration, felicitation, something here at the Tower in two days. I wanted you to come.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at you intently as he waited for an answer.

“Oh! Are–are you sure?”

That was a surprise. You had been working with Dr. Banner for a better part of a year now however it had always been strictly professional. You were aware of the many, many galas and events that took place, you were just never a part of them. Until now.

“Yeah. I’ll have Big Green send you the details. You can bring a date. Or not.”

He winked cheekily, walking up the stairs right next to you before the doors slid open once again, gesturing you to go first.

Needless to say you were flabbergasted. A rush of excitement brought a pep in your step as you headed home, going through your wardrobe in detail and what could be a Stark-party-worthy outfit.

Tony’s eyes scanned the room, eager to find you in a sea of impeccably dressed people. He couldn’t shake you off from his thoughts. Not for a while now, if he would admit to himself.

His curiosity grew ever since he saw you for the first time, entering the lab and giving Bruce Banner a shy smile, eyes locking with him and holding his gaze, almost unable to look away. He sensed you were nervous, it was cute. It made his cock stir. He could not remember the last time he felt this way. You were a young, smart, vivacious thing that was too young for him, and yet he couldn’t resist you.

Not that he tried. You drew him in right from the start.

Tony had found you chatting animatedly to your boss some time later. You looked stunning in the floor-length number you had decided on. Your features were beautifully highlighted with the hair and make-up you’d chosen.

His wish to have you closer had been fulfilled as the party warmed up, people sat around in groups, drinks in their hands while conversation flowed. Of course, the Avengers had a favorite corner they had gathered at, the center of attention being the one and only, Iron Man. He was awarded a trophy for his philanthropic work earlier which now sat in his lap proudly, an almost phallic-shaped glass that had his name etched.

“I can’t be the only one thinking this.” Tony smirked, holding the award against his crotch and earning collective groans from the crowd around. The action brought warmth rushing to your cheeks, your wildly imaginative mind pictured him doing that to his member, letting out soft grunts.

“You alright, Miss Y/L/N?” Your attention was captured by someone standing next to you, pointing to your dress.

Unknown to your preoccupied self, the filled glass of wine you held had tilted enough to spill on your dress.

“Oh God! Shit!” you exclaimed, turning a few heads your way as you grabbed a few tissues to blot the spilled liquid as much as you could. The darker color of your dress masked the big stain that had probably formed.

It was hard to miss Tony’s piercing gaze as he gave you one of his lopsided grins, clearly giddy with the reaction he had hoped his stunt would achieve. If anything, one fact was becoming clearer by the day.

Your attraction towards this man was increasing and it seemed he was equally interested in you too.

It had been a hectic week, you sighed and leaned back against your chair, closing your eyes for a moment as your exhausted body relaxed momentarily. You couldn’t wait to get home and soak your butt in a hot bubble bath.

With the events of Ultron, there had been extra work load that you had volunteered to help out with at the Tower. You didn’t mind, of course. It meant spending a lot of time with the Avengers and a particular one at that too. Tony spent hours, sometimes days holed up in the lab, working with Bruce and yourself.

It was almost impossible not to be distracted or turned on by his presence there. To see him laser-focused at work, fingers gliding over keyboards and holograms in front of them as he paced about the space. It was all too hot.

Shutting your computer for the day, you grabbed your things and made your way out of the lab. Tony had retreated back to his floor some time ago and had promptly forgotten his phone on his work desk. It rang with a start, catching your attention and making you walk back in to grab it.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to bother the billionaire genius in his home since there had been multiple occasions where Dr. Banner asked you to summon the man whenever he got a lead on Ultron.

The elevator dinged to a stop, the doors opening to his grand living room that offered a view of New York people would kill for. His bedroom door seemed left ajar as you made your way over, stopping in your tracks as you heard a muffled groan.

Curiosity got the better of you as you sneaked a look inside his bedroom, not able to stop yourself as the sounds increased.

You felt your mouth go dry at the sight before you. Tony lay on his bed against the pillows, eyes scrunched up, pants undone., soft sighs leaving his lips as his hand moved up and down on his erect cock.

It felt so wrong to watch him pleasure himself in the privacy of his own home and yet so right, you felt yourself blush at the sight. It was like you were unable to look away, he had his fingers wrapped around his shaft, moving at a steady pace as you saw precum leak at the tip of his head. His pretty, thick lips were parted while his chest rose and fell, eyes shut in ecstasy.

You were about to peel your gaze away from the scene when you heard a faint whisper of what you thought was your name.

“Oh Y/N..” his breathy moan sent desire to pool right between your legs, a part of you still processing the whole thing while the other wanting to push that door open and join the man or perhaps help him finish.

His thumb swiped across his red tip before the pace of his strokes increased, his pants echoed in the room while you felt your entrance clench around nothing, desiring the very man who was masturbating while thinking of you.

You were sure your panties were ruined by the time Tony’s hips jerked and you saw him climax, ropes of cum spurting from his cock and spilling on his hand and lower abdomen. That had to be the hottest thing you’d seen in your life.

You definitely needed to take care of yourself after this, that bubble bath was going to be an elaborate one. His softened cock still lay open for your eyes to feast on, his cum scattered on his body begging you to be licked clean.

Your thoughts came to a standstill when the phone you held in your hand rang terribly loudly, interrupting the little moment. Your scramble to hide or run was rendered useless when Tony glanced outside and saw you.

“It is rude of you to just stand out there and watch, Miss Y/L/N. So inappropriate.”

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sempersirens · 10 months

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a bird in your teeth, I

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summary: since moving into the neighborhood a couple of years ago, you've become close with the miller family. as a young woman living alone joel is protective of you, and he intends to show you how much so

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: 18+, mdni, neighbour!joel, age gap: reader is early-mid 20s, joel early 30s. no break-out. no smut (yet)

word count: ~1k

"Okay, missy. Bedtime!" Slapping your knees, you rise from your armchair to eject the copy of Notting Hill from the Millers' VCR.

You check your watch and curse softly under your breath. 10:06 pm. Joel should be pulling into the driveway any minute.

"Are there really guys like Hugh Grant back in England?" Sarah asks, tossing her quilt over her shoulder and bundling the pillows under her arm.

"If there are, I could never find them."

"That why you moved all the way across the ocean?"

You turned to Sarah, clutching your chest in mock outrage.

"Maybe. I liked the idea of finding a cowboy. Like Clint Eastwood!" You giggled and clapped your hands together. "Anyway, get upstairs before your old man gets home and initiates a Mexican standoff because I let you stay up past nine on a school night."

Smoothing down Sarah's hair, you place a quick kiss on the top of her head before scurrying her up the stairs.

"Goodnight!" She shouted over her shoulder before her bedroom door closed behind her.

Sarah was definitely old enough to look after herself on evenings like these, but since you moved into the neighborhood a few years ago it became routine to watch the teenager whenever her dad was going to be home late. Neither of you minded, you had bonded like sisters over your time spent together, despite your ten year age gap. You got the impression that Joel liked knowing you were both under one roof while he was away.

Ain't no need f'a young woman to be alone too long he would say, always eliciting an eye roll from both you and Sarah.

Living alone wasn't something that bored or intimidated you. On the contrary; independence excited you. The thrill hadn't subsided in the slightest. Texas had been more than welcoming to you since you decided to leave North London for a new life. As soon as you received the scholarship letter to undertake a Ph.D. at UT Austin, your bags were packed and you hailed a cab to Heathrow Airport.

You had, however, been immediately put at ease when you pulled up to your new home and caught a glimpse of Joel and Sarah walking to the truck in their driveway, lost in conversation, wide-eyed and giddy on an inside joke. You watched over time as the two spent their days in a blissful world of their own making, soaking up each other's company as naturally as the sun burns into the tops of your shoulders on a hot afternoon.

It had been an exceptionally warm Friday evening when Joel first knocked on your front door.

"Evening, ma'am." He had spoken, tipping his head slightly with his hands tucked loosely in his jeans pockets. Your palms had instantly turned clammy, internally praying that he didn't reach a hand forward to introduce himself.

"Hey. What can I do for you?" You had just about managed a reply between mediating your quickened breathing and trying to actually speak words rather than babble.

The rest of the encounter felt like it had flown by. Joel had invited you to a barbecue, too many burgers for jus' two people, he had reasoned. No such thing, you'd replied. Like you had needed any incentive to accept his invitation. You spent the evening with your ankles dipped in their paddling pool, belly laughing and wiping ketchup from the corners of your mouth. You'd be lying if you said your stomach didn't flutter every time Joel directed a question or comment solely toward you, or that your breath didn't hitch when you accidentally brushed fingers passing him the bottle opener. But that had been then, and you promised yourself you wouldn't get so Pride and Prejudice about a man you had just met. A single father, no less. As time passed, you spent most weekends together along with Joel's brother Tommy. Barbecues, family get-togethers, birthday parties; you were invited to them all. Weekends bled into weeknights, and you became an extension of their little family, let into their secret language of exchanged glances and inside jokes.

Lines were never crossed between you and Joel, but that knot in your stomach never seemed to fade either. You knew it was just an unreciprocated crush; misplaced gratitude for all the kindness he had shown you. Southern hospitality and charm had that effect.

Pulling you from your thoughts, Joel's truck headlights illuminated the living room. You quickly cleared the bowls of popcorn and bags of M&Ms from the coffee table before heading into the kitchen to refill your glass of water.

Joel's keys turned in the door and you heard his shoes wiping on the doormat. He called your name softly.

"In here." You responded in just above a whisper.

He walked in wearing a smart button-up, the top two undone, rubbing a hand over his stubble.

"Pint?"

"If you'd be so kind, darlin'." Joel sighed, pulling out a stool before tapping the one next to him for you to perch on.

"Date not go so well?"

"Do they ever?" He laughed as you handed him a cold bottle of beer. "Not having one f'yourself?"

"They won't if you keep expecting them to be a disaster. None for me, I need to head out soon. Meeting some friends for a few at a bar in the city."

"They're all fine women. Just got nothin' in common. S'probably me."

It made you feel dirty when Joel came back tipsy. With his guard down and inhibitions numbed, he was so open. It felt like you were taking advantage of him. You had to fight everything inside of you to argue with his self-deprecation. Of course it wasn't him. He was the perfect man. You tried to not show too much pleasure at his string of failed first dates.

"Should've told me y'had plans, sugar. I would've come back earlier so you could get goin'."

You waved his statement away. "It's no problem, the less time I'm there the better. I should probably head off, though." Before you could move to grab your keys, Joel's hand hovered over yours resting on the table.

"Thank you, by the way. I doubt I say it enough." Eye contact with Joel always stirred something inside of you. Those damn brown eyes. You smiled at him, softly.

"You don't need to thank me, Joel. I like spending time with Sarah. You know that."

He shook his head slightly. "S'not just that. I mean for everythin'. If you ever need me, you call. You know that, right? Hate thinkin' 'bout you in that house all alone."

It's not the first time he had said something of the sort. You always assumed it was the over-protective father inside of him, bursting out at the seams. Or maybe his Southern chivalry finding its feet after a couple of beers.

"Thank you, Joel. I appreciate it." You turned your hand in his and squeezed once before making your way to the door. You felt his eyes on you as you walked. You always felt his eyes on you. Sometimes you would be changing in front of your window and be sure you could feel Joel's gaze from across the street burning into you. But whenever you turned around, he was never there.

"I'm sorry your date didn't go well." You said, lingering in the doorway.

Joel scrunched his nose slightly and shook his head.

"I'm not."

a/n: hi guys! this is my first fic uploaded to tumblr lol kind of nervy but hope you guys enjoy. i plan on writing a couple more parts to this! message me for taglist for part two!

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finnsbubblegum · 1 year

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Little Joel Miller (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: birth, needle, fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel (let me know if i missed any)

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah.

Summary: welcoming little Joel Miller to the world.

Words count: 1.6k

A/N: This series is ending really really soon so be ready 🥺 This is part 20 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ Love you!

Thank you @siesie2 for your comment and idea!!

Let's pretend the GIF is you and Joel because I can't find one that looks good for this chapter!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Epilogue

“Remind me how you convinced me to watch a horror movie again?” Joel tapped your shoulder.

You were laying on your sides on the couch, head resting on Joel’s lap.

“I love scary movies.” You scoffed.

“Well, I hate it.” Joel clicked his tongue.

“You’re a big guy but you can’t even stand scary movies.” You laughed.

“I can handle blood and killing stuff in movies but not ghosts.” Joel protested.

*eerie music from the movie*

Guessing from the music, you knew the ghost was coming soon. You got ready to scare Joel.

*the ghost appeared*

“Ahh!” You sat and screamed at his face.

“Fuuuck!” Joel screamed and flinched.

You laughed so hard at his face.

“You really have to see your face!” You laughed holding your belly.

“You’re really really bad, mama.” Joel shook his head.

His heart was about to burst. But you enjoyed teasing him. He was cute when he was like that.

“You need to be punished, baby.” Joel crawled to you and tickled you.

“No! No! Stop it!” You giggled.

Joel knew your weakness was being tickled. You were ticklish. But Joel had to have revenge. He kept tickling you and laughed. You kept giggling as he tickled you. Your belly moved up and down as you laughed.

“Ooh-Ooh.” You felt a gush of liquid.

“I think I just peed a little.” You giggled.

“Mission accomplished.” Joel proudly said to you as he got his revenge done.

You thought it was pee so you tried to hold it but you couldn’t. Apparently, your water broke.

“Shit, Joel. I think it wasn’t pee.” Your heart was beating faster.

“Don’t prank me again, baby.” Joel didn’t believe you.

“Do you really think I’m joking?!” You stood up and more liquid flowed down your thighs.

“Fuck! Ughh-” You groaned as you felt a shooting pain in your abdomen.

“Fuck-I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Joel stood up and held your hand.

You glared at him. You were not okay. You were scared actually. It was your first time having a baby and you were scared to death.

“I’m not okay, Joel. I’m scared.” Your voice cracked.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you to the hospital. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m here.” Joel put his arms around you and guided you to the car.

You had everything ready a week before and put the hospital bag inside the car. So you wouldn’t have to move the stuff when you were already in a panic mode when your water broke.

Joel drove as fast as he could to the hospital. He lent his hand for you to squeeze throughout the way to the hospital. Even though it didn’t help to ease your pain, his touch and existence gave you comfort.

“Fuuucckk.” You made a low guttural sound to let out the pain.

“Wish I could take your pain, baby.” Joel sat beside the hospital bed you were laying down.

He took your hand and kissed the back of your hand. Joel kept kissing and rubbing your hand with his thumb hoping to ease your pain. His heart broke at the thought of not being able to take your pain away. He couldn’t see you in pain, his eyes were getting teary seeing you crying in pain.

“Joel..It hurts so much.” A tear fell down your cheeks.

“What can I do for you, baby?” He raised your hand and brought it to his lips.

“Ugghh..” You squeezed his hand.

Initially, you wanted to have a natural birth and feel the pain of giving birth without epidurals. But now you were having second thoughts. You thought you could handle it but turned out the pain was unendurable.

“Joel-please-” You cried.

“What baby? What can I do?” Joel nodded and looked at you.

“I want the drugs. I need the epidural.” You begged.

“Okay, wait here. I’ll call the nurse.” Joel placed a kiss on your forehead and left the hospital room

A few moments later, the anesthesiologist and nurse came in with all the stuff they needed to inject the epidural for you. You saw a really big needle. Your heart beat faster. You could handle the normal needle but this one was the biggest you had ever seen.

“That..is..the biggest needle I’ve ever seen.” Your eyes widened.

“Is that going to be inside me?” Suddenly the pain was gone.

“We will inject this to your spine, Mrs. Miller.” The anesthesiologist answered.

“Ughh..” You groaned.

Then the nurse helped to sit in the correct position and get ready for injecting the epidural. Joel was there beside you. His heart beat faster too as he saw the needle that would soon be injected to your spine.

“Hold my hand.” You asked for Joel’s hand.

Joel immediately lent his hand and gave a strong grip to your hand. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out before the needle was inserted to your body. You squeezed his hand when you felt the needle injected to your spine. You hissed at the sting.

“It’s done.” The doctor tapped your shoulder.

You breathed out in relief.

“Thank you.” You thanked the doctor and nurses.

The epidural worked so well. You felt less pain and you tried to sleep to get some rest. Joel was always there beside you. He took some rest when you sleep so he could stay awake when he needed you. A few hours later, it was finally the time for the baby to come out.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to push in 1, 2, 3..” Your doctor guided you to push.

You held your breath, chin to your chest and pushed.

“You’re doing great, baby.” Joel held your hand and leg.

He kept telling you encouraging words and being your rock. You were grateful Joel was there because you couldn’t do it alone. After a few pushes, your baby boy was finally born. Tears falling down your cheeks when you hear a cry from your baby. Joel cried too.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” Joel tucked your sweaty hair behind your ear then placed a kiss on your temple.

“Hi baby. Hi~” You stroked your baby that was laying on your chest.

“He looks like you, Joel. Little Joel Miller is here.” You teared up adoring your baby boy.

“Hi there, son.” Joel leaned in to get a closer look at his baby boy. He was tearing up too.

Then the nurses brought your baby to give him a bath, weigh him and check everything. Your baby was healthy and that was everything you needed. Your weak body laid on the hospital bed happy but felt weird.

“I feel weird.” You turned your head to Joel who couldn’t stop looking at his baby boy.

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to call the nurse?” Joel panicked.

“No-no. I just-It’s weird that he’s here now. I used to carry him for 40 weeks and now he’s here. And the fact that we made him.” You chuckled.

“We made him.” Joel shook his head and chuckled at your words.

“He’s a part of the two of us, Joel. Can you believe it?” You started to tear up.

“Hey, hey. Why are you crying?” Joel came to you and sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

“It’s happy tears. Don’t worry.” You chuckled as you sniffled.

“Thank you for bringing him to this world, baby. Our world. I promise I will protect our family with my life. I love you.” Joel kissed your forehead and stroked your head.

“I love you too.” You smiled and invited him to lay on the bed with you.

Two days went by, you were finally able to go home with your newborn baby. Joel had called your mom and she said she would wait for you at your house with Sarah. Joel took the carseat with your baby sleeping in it then he helped you get out of the car.

“Hold on to me.” Joel put his arms around you. One hand holding your baby in the carseat.

“Ugh..” You groaned at the discomfort you were feeling as you got out of the car.

“You good?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Hmm. Yeah.” You nodded.

Joel held your weight and walked you inside the house slowly.

“Oh my God!” Your mom squealed as she saw the sleeping baby.

“How are you feeling?” Your mom hugged you.

“I’m happy mom. But I need sleep.” You joked.

“I’ll make you some tea.” Your mom went to the kitchen.

“Where is he? Where is he?” Sarah jumped and ran to you.

“Hi, sweetie. Your brother’s sleeping. You need to calm down.” You stroked her head and chuckled.

Joel put the carseat on the coffee table so everyone could meet his boy.

“Sit here, baby.” Joel put a cushion on the couch for you to sit.

“Thank you, honey.” You stroked his upper arm and sat.

“Hi Sammy!” Sarah took her baby brother’s small hands and waved it gently.

You and Joel decided to name your son Sam. But he would always be little Joel Miller.

“Do you want to hold him, babygirl?” Joel asked his daughter.

“Can I?” Sarah got excited.

“Of course you can, sweetie.” You rested your head on the couch and rubbed your belly.

“Sit here.” Joel patted the empty space between you and him on the couch for Sarah to sit.

“Place your hand like this.” Joel demonstrated to Sarah and she followed him.

“Hold his head, okay.” Joel slowly put his son in Sarah's arms.

“That’s it babygirl.” Joel smiled, proud of his daughter being a big sister.

“You’re a big sister now, Sarah.” You stroked her head.

“I’m your big sister.” Sarah cooed to her baby brother and kissed his cheek.

Joel smiled looking at Sarah holding her baby brother. Then he rested his hand on your shoulder. You smiled at him when he rubbed your shoulder.

“I love you.” Joel mouthed to you.

To be continued…

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venusloveslobotomies · 1 year

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Kyle and Kenny x reader meeting

(all characters aged up to 18-20)

Kyle:

“Oh! God… fuck!” You haphazardly wiped your keyboard before the water could seep further in. Bebe snorted and you smacked her, trying not to laugh.

“Girl, what is going on with you? You’ve been all distracted since lab this morning?”

“I knowww.” You groaned, “I keep thinking about how much work that class is going to be.” Wendy rolled her eyes playfully.

“We all know that it’s because Kyle’s in that class and your hoping to be his partner.” She sang at you, taking another bite of her salad.

“No… no. Why would you think that?” You closed your laptop, looking away.

“Y/N, it’s ok! Kyle’s actually really nice. Just a bit standoffish to girls. He’s got trust issues, thanks to Eric.” Wendy tried to reason.

“Yeah, no shit. He won’t even look at me.”

“He’s just insecure! I bet if you asked him out-“

“Absolutely not!” You interrupted Wendy, “I can’t even talk to him normally! How am I supposed to ask him out? I’ve never been good at talking to guys! Let alone someone who’s actually smart and attractive, like Kyle.” Your comments were met with silence, actually, more like barely-held-down laughter, “What?” Bebe stared pointedly to your left. You mentally cursed yourself a million times before glancing carefully where Bebe had indicated. Stan and Kyle stood there, bags and books in hand. Stan was smirking at Kyle and Kyle had looked up and away from you.

“Kyle, you should be Y/N’s lab partner! She’s really smart! And nice!” Wendy quipped, quickly breaking the tense silence.

“Uhm, what? Oh! Yeah, sure. If… uhh… she wants to.” You stared down at your water bottle, feeling the awkwardness in your teeth. You could feel the girls looking at you before Wendy responded,

“She would love to.”

Kenny:

You leaned against the wall, watching Craig blow smoke into Tolkien’s face, making him cough while the rest of you laughed.

“Goddamn… Fuck off.” Tolkien coughed at Craig.

“You should’ve driven us to KFC, man.” Craig shrugged.

“Your lunch is almost over anyways, we’ll go after Y/N’s last class.”

“Sweet!” You smiled excitedly.

“So… Y/N…” Tolkien looked at you mischievously.

“Soooo what?” You responded, taking a drag of Craig’s joint.

“I heard Mccormick wants to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know!” Craig snorted and Tolkien smacked his arm before continuing, “Stan told Wendy and Wendy told Bebe, who told Clyde, that he’s wants to talk to you in your English class.” You furrowed your brows at him and sighed.

“Well, I guess I’ll find out. Doesn’t he, like, hoe around a bit?”

“That’s what it seems like, but he’s a good dude. Much nicer than Cartman. I honestly don’t know why they hang out.” Craig huffed. You nodded and shrugged as you checked the time. 12:49. English class. You guessed you would find out what the hell was going on in about ten minutes.

“Ok, I gotta roll. See you guys at 4? Tolkien’s car.” They all made various sounds of assent as you wandered through campus to your class.

As you sat down next to Jimmy and pulled out your notes, you heard someone pull out the chair to your right. Looking up, you realised it was Kenny… with is hood down for once.

“Hey…” He sat down and began tapping his foot nervously.

“What’s up?” You asked, leaning back in your chair.

“Well, I missed yesterday’s class and I need some help catching up. Can you, like. Uhh… maybe help me out? I just missed, like, all of the stuff about the essay topics and requirements.” He seemed to be looking everywhere but at you. And you knew damn well that stuff was all on the Powerpoints.

“Sure, why not. My place, tomorrow? Just bring me coffee and its a deal.” You figured you may as well take what he said at face value. He seemed to have lost his laid-back and confident facade.

“Awesome! Uhh. Just let me know what time.” He gave you a bright smile and pulled out his notebook as the teacher started the lesson.

pls pls be nice, i havent ever written for south park before but i want to get back into writing <3

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byunpum · 1 year

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EXPERIMENT 56 [your time is coming] sequel

AVATAR MASTERLIST | EXPERIMENT 56 masterlist

PAIR: Neteyam x Human reader. ( a mix of human and Navi )

Other pairs: Quaritch x reader (platonic) , sully fam x reader.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

SUMMARY: Y/N thinks she has a peaceful life with her new family. But a sudden visitor is about to change her life and her family's life.

WARNINGS: 18+, the characters are aged up 20's, a little violence, don't worry no one dies, Y/N and neteyam being parents , Bestie stuff, Family moments, jealousy,

Note: Ok, I thought a lot about posting this sequel, but since I love my own story, I wanted to continue it. I recommend everyone to read the first part of "experiment 56" so you can understand everything. Still, I hope you like this pilot a lot. If this post is well-received, I will continue the story.

"Are you sure you want to go alone?" asks neteyam holding noah't to his chest. "Yes, don't worry I'll be fine" you say as you continue getting ready to go out to pick some fruits. It wasn't just any fruit, it was a very special fruit that bore its fruits a bit far from the village. This made neteyam a little nervous, but it made you excited. It had been a long time since you had gone adventuring alone and the simple fact of searching for a fruit excited you.

Since you had become a mother, all your time and space was for noah't. It wasn't like neteyam wasn't there. He was always helping you, taking care of you and the baby. But noah't had a very strong attachment to you. Neytiri told you that this was normal, she commented how loak was very attached to her when he was a baby, this was transitory. You knew this was the best time to go out, as noah't was taking his midday nap. "He's already eaten, he's clean…so I'll leave you two alone" you say going over to give neteyam a kiss. You knew he was worried, he still hadn't gotten over the previous events of your loss. And knowing that you were going to be alone in the jungle terrified him.

"What if someone goes with you? Why don't you tell loak" neteyam stops and thinks a little clearly. " No, loak no…but if you tell kiri or spider to accompany you?" neteyam has his hand holding you, gently stroking your fingers, you give him a grumpy look. You hated it when he got like this, nothing was going to happen to you. Everything had gotten better, the altercations with the RDA had lessened, they were in their zone and you were in yours. Also, you weren't going to get too far away. "Neteyam… kiri is busy with mo'at. Spider is eywa know where. I'll be fine" you give her a quick kiss, and run out of your hut.

Neteyam stayed quiet watching you run out of the hut. Yes he was worried, but he knew you were going to be fine. You were a strong woman and you knew how to defend yourself, maybe you were right. He was being a little overprotective. So he decided to lie down for a while with his son, it was one of the few days he didn't have to do anything. He walked over to the bed, this was a large hammock, which you insisted on having and which neteyam was forced to put up. He climbed up carefully, and placed his little baby next to him and close to his chest. He snuggled further into the bed and slowly zeroed his eyes.

Meanwhile, not far away you are walking peacefully through the jungle of Pandora. Enjoying the feel of the grass on your feet, the clean air and the coolness of the forest. Wow, you missed this… to be preoccupied for at least several hours. You knew you had to go back, noah't was going to get up and get hungry. That baby ate too much. And you couldn't stand to be away from him for more than 3 hours. You knew neytiri would calm him down, but you knew you had a curfew anyway. But enjoying your free time, you started running, faster and faster.

You picked up some fruits, and put them in a bag that you had hung on your waist. You also took the opportunity to take some feathers that some animals had left behind, these were perfect for the new outfit you were making for noah't. You were in your little bubble, until your ears heard a strange noise, it was familiar but strange. You crawl along the floor, trying to hide from whatever was making that noise. You took your time to analyze the noise, it was loud breathing and cursing that you could hear softly. Ok, it was something you could recognize, whatever it was was speaking one of your languages.

You got closer, hiding in the branches trying to see what creature was making that noise. As you got closer you could see the figure of a navi, it had military clothes, and it was not similar to the scientist's navis and it was kneeling on the ground… it seemed to be searching for something. You hide more in the bushes. What were the recoms doing near the village. This was worrying you… They weren't supposed to be around, that was the deal. You didn't think long and took your bow and pointed it at the target. You weren't going to risk it, this avatar could be dangerous for you and your family. The only ones who knew where you were was… wait.

You were standing there, with the bow ready to shoot the arrow, when you remembered who you had told about your location. Of course, he had to be the only one. Quaritch?…it couldn't be. The last time you communicated with him was seven months ago. That's when he saw your baby for the first time, after that encounter…you didn't hear from him. Why was he here? Were there more of them in the area? Was he going to betray you?

You lower the bow and start to look at the situation, the man was so into what he was doing that he didn't realize that you were just 6 feet away. "He's a dummy" you think to yourself, as you watch him get up. And you see how one of his hands is stuck to his chest and you can see blood. You could analyze the expression of pain on his face, and you can see how other parts of his body were hurt. They were like burns. You stop in your tracks… you had an inner fight, your instinct was telling you to stay away. But on the other hand you wanted to help him. What's the worst that could happen if you got caught again? He wasn't going to hurt himself just for the fun of it?

So you move a little closer and speak softly, but with worry. "Quaritch? Is that you?" you speak, this makes the man turn around quickly looking for the location of the voice. And there you could confirm that he did not have any kind of weapon, he is very hurt. His eyes were pained, worried, lost. "Y/N?" Quaritch, he spoke with a broken voice… he was about to cry. You slowly came out of your hiding place, and as soon as your figure was in sight. The man took several steps and was on the floor on his knees in front of you. You didn't know what was happening, you had never seen him like this.

"Finally I find you!!!" he let out a gasp. "What is happening to you? Why are you like this?" you ask, lifting his face in your hands. You were analyzing his wounds, how his clothes were full of blood. "They… they got rid of us" he speaks, as you watch his eyes fill with tears. He was scared, harmless and hurt. You could even guess that he was dehydrated. "But who did this? Why are you here?" you want to stay calm, but it was almost impossible. You watch as he collapses completely on the ground, he is sitting with his head down. He groans in pain. "Everyone…Y/N, everyone is dead" Quaritch looks up. You sit down in front of him, you didn't want to touch him too much.

"Hey, why don't we go to a safe area…get you all patched up and drink some water" you invite him, taking his free hand. Making him get up from the ground. Quaritch just looked you in the eyes, and nodded. You couldn't leave him here. He was your friend, he was hurt and you knew that if you left him here in the condition he was in he would die in less than 4 hours. He was in a very bad condition. Of course, you couldn't take him to the village. Neteyam would be furious and so would your father. And your mother…she was going to kill him. So as you slowly walk through the forest holding his hand making sure he was okay. You decide to take him to the beach, it wasn't too far and there you had a little shelter.

It was a refuge that you used from time to time. You used to go there with neteyam and noah't, it was also your space to go and take care of your ilu and spend time with him. No one used to go to your seaside shelter, so it was perfect for Quaritch to take refuge. While you were thinking of a better plan. They were getting closer and you could hear his breathing and how exhausted he was feeling. "We're close…hang in for a little while." As you reached the beach, you pulled him inside the small hut. You could see your ilu, poking his head out to greet you. You signaled with your hands for him to look for a type of sea clam, which was used to heal wounds. This had been taught to you by Tsireya, to train your ilu to follow command and even to know how to search.

Quaritch sat on a kind of bed. You approached him and lifted his face. "Hey…have some water?" you offer him water from a clay jar. He took it in a hurry, you could tell he had been like this for days. "Now…take off that dirty shirt, while I go prepare everything to heal those wounds" you speak, while you see that the man only obeys you. This was a new behavior for you, the Quaritch you knew was a strong, intimidating man, but now he was so vulnerable. You took some herbs that you had nearby. You had them here, in case an accident happened, you would be ready. All that was left was for your ilu, to shred the clams you needed.

"Hi'i will be back soon" you say. "Who is Hi'i?" asks Quaritch, he had finally spoken. "It's my ilu" you say. "And cupcake?" he asks, looking you in the eye. You move closer and wipe some blood from between his eyebrows with a tissue. "He's in the village, with the other ikran. It's okay…but you" there is silence and you can see his eyes fill with tears. Before he speaks, you hear Hi'i's roar. You run out to the coast, and see that Hi'i had several shells in his mouth. "Ahhh thank you precious… thank you very much" you thank him. Running back to prepare the medicinal paste that mo'at had taught you. Quaritch watches you work quietly. And then you stand up and begin to place the paste on her injured skin. "I don't want to clean it too much, because it has already created its own layer…but this will help with the inflammation and remove bacteria," your hands dab at the skin. And you listen as Quaritch moans, but you notice how he is relaxing.

"It hurts…but it feels good" you say, watching as you carefully place more on his arm. You find some cloths and wrap them up. "Now…tell me what happened? Why are you here…you know one of the warriors could have killed you" you speak, as you continue to work on other wounds. "They have decided against us…we are no longer useful to them. They sent us on a routine 'mission'…it was all right, my squad is fine. I got a message from General Ardmore saying that our service was good, but they needed new equipment. Out of nowhere the helicopter exploded" Quaritch speaks, while you are sitting in front of him you couldn't believe what you were hearing. "When I got up… they were all dead. Everything was destroyed" he lowers his head, you can see the tears fall to the floor. "And Lyle?" you ask. You didn't know the others in the group. But you did know Lyle, he was a great friend of yours. "He didn't survive…" Quaritch can see your hand go to your mouth, looking to calm you down. You get up and give him a hug. "I'm so sorry…" you are crying.

"That's why I came looking for you… you are the only person I have left alive, the one I can trust" Quaritch says, you hug him again. You couldn't hold back your tears. Your mother is right, humans can be so cruel, how they can kill living creatures for no reason. "And what are you going to do next?" you look up, you were already picking up some things. "I don't know… if I go near the base they will kill me" he speaks, you can see how confused he is. "Why don't you spend the night here, here…it's some fruit" you take out the fruit you had picked from your bag. "I'll come tomorrow and we'll talk about everything" you explain. "But no one will come here" Quaritch stands up, he is scared and defensive. You take his hand and calm him down a little, making him sit down again. "No, this place is secret…it's mine" you say, looking for some clothes for Quaritch to change and make him more comfortable. "Won't you stay?" he asks. " I can't…neteyam and noah't are waiting for me" you laugh a little, you see how his ears perk up with surprise. "It's true…you have a family. I bet the baby is precious" Quaritch says while playing with his hands. He did that when he was nervous. "Yes…it's gigantic. Literally gigantic" you say.

Before you leave the hut, you give him one last hug. "See you tomorrow…I'll be back" you say, as you leave the hut. You see that the sky is getting dark, how long you have been there. It was very late… it doesn't take you long to get to the village. You run quickly to the hut you shared with neteyam, when you enter you see jake playing with noah't while neteyam is preparing the dinner. "Honey you're finally here" says Jake, he was lying on the floor letting his grandson play on top of him. "H-hello dad…what are you doing here?" you ask nervously. If anyone found out that you were helping one of the clan's greatest enemies, in your hut on the coast, they would kill you. They were going to kill you.

"I came to visit you…I can't?" asks Jake, he noticed how nervous you were. After all…he was your father, he raised you. He knew your every moves. You walk over to neteyam, who is cutting up various foods. He is sitting down, so you hug him from behind. Trying to change the subject. "Of course you can dad, I was just asking," you say, as you continue to hug Neteyam. Neteyam moves his head, to kiss your hand which is hugging his neck. "Love…you smell blood, did you get hurt?" everyone stops what they are doing, even jake holds noah't so he can look at you. "It's nothing…it's a scratch. Look…I didn't get any fruit" you lift your shoulders, while giving neteyam a kiss on the back. "Well… but you're okay, right?" he looks up to study you. You give him a small smile and lean in to kiss him on the lips. "Love, I'm fine…just a little tired. I've been looking for the fruit all day and nothing" you pull away from neteyam, moving closer to take noah't in your arms.

"My baby…you must be very very hungry" you say, settling Noah't on your chest, so that he can feed. Jake watches you, he knows you are hiding something. "Honey, is everything okay?" Jake asks again. "Yes daddy…" you look away quickly. "Well…I'll leave you two alone. Rest kids" jake says as he gets up, gives you a kiss on the forehead and a squeeze on the shoulder to his oldest son. Jake was so proud of you guys, you had grown up so much, you already had a family.

Neteyam gets up and walks a little bit to be in front of you. Your gaze was lost, you had noah't suckling you, while you were rocking from side to side. Neteyam comes closer to kiss you on your forehead. "Y/N do you have something to tell me?" neteyam asks, he knows you were not well. First you didn't come with fruits, second... you smelled like another man.

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Ruins - Part XXI + Extra Content

Chapter 22/?

Wordcount 3,3k

Title Part XXI

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18 . 19 . 20

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N. A.: I'm glad I can share this chapter with you bc I couldn't wait to post it anymore! I wanted this moment between them to be special not only bc it is, you know, they honeymoon, but bc what it will mean for both of them in the future: the trust, the intimacy and the respect they have for each other can be sensed in each second, and it's expected to grow stronger. I really wanted to depict what a healthy relationship means when I had the idea for this story, and that's why I'm putting such effort in these things.

Also I wanted to include some humor in it as well, so I hope you enjoy the content by the end of this chapter as well haha

Your face warmed up when the god revealed his identity.

So, the doctor of the gods is Apollo’s son.

You would still need time to conciliate it, since Asclepius looked like a twin of his own father, but despite your surprise, you soon caught up with the good manners and greeted him with the owned respect.

– It is an honor for me to finally meet you as well, Asclepius-sama – you gave him a fainting smile – I apologize for my first reaction, but you really resemble the God of the Su…

Your last word was interrupted by a sudden decrease on your blood pressure, and your head fell back on your pillow. Hades rushed to your side.

– Y/n? – he helped you to sit and adjusted the pillow behind your back – Are you alright?

– I am – you sighed – For a moment, my body felt heavy again and my sight got dark, but it’s coming back again…

When your sight was finally reestablished, you looked at Asclepius and noticed he had a serious expression. He approached your spot and sat on the bed, placing the cane beside him and taking off the bag from his shoulder.

– These episodes of weakness… when exactly did they start?

You made an effort to remember, but even this was painful for you.

– One or two hours after I drank the ambrosia, I guess. But it was easy to handle... at least until I sensed the beginning of a headache. I passed out for the first time in our way here, on the corridor. But this isn’t everything: while I stood here, waiting for you, my Lord, I noticed my senses... increasing – you indicated the opened balcony with a frail hand – I’ve been hearing the nightly animals as if they’re close to this room, but they’re actually miles away, and all these sounds make the headache worst.

Asclepius thought of this for a moment, a hand under his chin. Then, he took out a strange instrument from his bag, something that resembled a portable mirror.

– Please, put your palm over the lens – he asked and you obeyed, putting your hand over the place where the glass would be if it was a mirror – Keep it there for a few seconds.

You sensed a cold upon your skin, as a glowing light appeared and vanished, little by little until everything was dark again. The exam was finished. Asclepius thanked your collaboration and analyzed the instrument. You glanced over the lens and noticed a purplish glow over them, in a shade that resembled the one of your hair now.

– It is just as Zeus-sama said – he started – You are on the growing spectrum. The blessed fluid is slowly assimilating your natural characteristics and expanding them beyond the human limits. However, your body is still mortal, and this is the cause of the uncomfortable symptoms: your immune system still views these changes as signs of sickness and it’s trying to fight it, but as the ambrosia takes over your cells, turning them into divine ones, they will become the majority, and your body will no longer react as if you were sick.

You swallowed. Knowing what was going on with your body was somewhat relieving, but you were still worried about the possibility of the symptoms increasing, and you exposed those preoccupations to him.

– About this, I might have a solution – he replied with a kind smile – Just give me a second.

He turned the instrument off and put it back in the bag and started searching for something else inside it. Finally, he took out a small bottle from it and handled it to Hades, who received it with a frown.

– Don’t tell me that it is what I think it is…

You leaned to your husband, trying to observe the bottle, then turned to the other god.

– What is this?

Asclepius had a curious expression that deepened his resemblance with Apollo: the grin of someone who had the undivided attention of powerful beings.

– Hades-sama may tell you this story later, when you have more disposition to listen to it – he replied – But to summarize, it is the medicine I created to cease a terrible plague that almost ended humanity in the past. I don’t want to brag about it, but its effectiveness was such that some men became immortal, and Hellheim lost potential inhabitants thanks to it.

Hades sighed by your side.

– Those were chaotic times, in fact, but I’m glad everything was solved – he gave the bottle to you.

You turned to the doctor.

– If this was the effect on human beings, how am I going to react to this medicine now that I’m already becoming a goddess?

– It will diminish the discomfort caused by the metamorphosis – he explained – And it will do this without interfering in the process, like other substances would do, which would be too risky. You see, you’re not really sick, y/n-san. You’re just changing. Then, I recommend you to take it only when you feel you’re not going to stand the symptoms for any longer. Small doses are enough to help you.

Asclepius’ last words sounded as comforting the ones of an adult who was trying to console his child about growing up. You didn’t find it offensive, though: being someone who was used to observe how the living beings’ bodies work, maybe it was exactly the way he thought of the situation; you were leaving the childish state of being a mortal and was now entering the adulthood of existence by becoming a divine being. Of course, the process would be scary and even painful at some point, but it was also a wonderful experience.

Suddenly, you remembered something you’ve been wanting to ask to the gods you were more familiar with, but haven’t had the opportunity.

– Ah, about this, there’s something I’d like to know, Asclepius-sama – you observed the bottle in your hands – Is it possible to tell what type of goddess I’m going to be?

He thought of the question for a while.

– According to what Zeus-sama told me, you’re on the growing spectrum. I don’t know how much he told you about this, but your side on the spectrum of transformations usually determines what types of power you might hold. Gods with the same process as you use to have familiarity with wildlife, the cycles of nature and rebirth. Demeter and Chloris, though they were divine since the start, are this type of goddesses. It’s too soon to tell if your powers are going to be similar to theirs, but they will work under the same principles.

You pondered for a moment, then turned to your husband.

– It makes sense when we remember our dreams about the ruins, Hades.

– Indeed – he agreed – A living human visiting the world of the dead really seemed to be a sign back then. Now we need to observe the development of your powers to reach a better understanding of it.

Asclepius, who was hearing the conversation in silence, stood up put his bag back around his shoulder and grabbed his cane.

– Hades-sama, y/n-san, my sincere wish is to see you reach the referred understanding. It will be a great achievement for yourselves and for the world of the gods – he bowed his head – Now, if you excuse me, other matters demand my attention.

Hades stood up right after him.

– Will you stay in Valhalla, then?

– Yes. Usually, I would visit Valhalla every six months to check on the girls’ health, but personal problems prevented me from coming in the last semester – the doctor explained; and, turning to you, – This is why you’re only seeing me for the first time now, y/n-san. Finally, try to take as much rest as possible. This is as important as the medicine I gave you.

You gave him a cordial smile.

– I will do this, Asclepius-sama. Thank you for everything.

The god bowed for the second time.

– It’s good to hear that. And, if you need me, I will be in the chambers besides Hermes’.

– Thank you for answering our call, Asclepius – Hades replied – I will accompany you to the door.

The two men left and your husband closed the door behind him. You observed the small bottle in your hands for a while before putting it upon the night stand at the left side of the bed and letting your head fall on the pillows.

***

Hades came back to your chambers after a few minutes, stating that he was going to take a bath himself.

– Are you going to be alright while I’m there? – he asked while caressing your hair.

– I am – you smiled, still lying your head on the pillow – If things get complicated, I’ll be following Asclepius-sama’s instructions.

– Good – he bent down to kiss the top of your head – I’ll be right back.

You never had a clear memory of what happened after he left you, but you were inclined to think you just stood in bed, in the dark, your consciousness slipping out as you listened to the murmur of the shower somewhere near you. You were tired and weak due to the transformation, but you were in peace: you had a medicine to lean on, the man you loved was close and your family was out there having fun.

Everything is in its right place.

It was impossible to measure how long you stood in that quiet, peaceful state, somewhere between asleep and awake, but it changed when your body began to feel cold; this cold appeared first in your feet and spread to your legs, then to the rest of your limbs as you pulled the sheets more and more against yourself, but your efforts to keep the warmth were useless, for the cold didn’t come from the outside, and soon you were taken over by successive shivers. You tried to move to your side, but felt your body heavy, as if your blood pressure got suddenly low again; this time, your head started spinning. You knew your situation were getting more serious, and couldn’t help feeling anxious.

You tried to move back to your previous position, to reach for the medicine on the night stand, but your attempt failed: your body barely obeyed you. Now you were really scared, and before you did anything to avoid it, you were already breathless and crying.

What’s going on? What’s happening to me? Am I going to...

A yellowish light appeared on the wall above your head, illuminating the headboard and the painting over it (you opted to keep the art with the fawn and the nymphs). With one last effort, you moved the sheets away and saw the bathroom’s door opened: Hades’ silhouette was stepping out of it, wrapped in a robe. You couldn’t keep looking, because the headache increased, forcing you to close your eyes.

Apparently, your bad state was evident from far, because soon he rushed to your side.

– What is it, y/n? What’s happening?

You tried to sit on the bed, but your body didn’t obey you. You only managed to change your position with his help.

– I don’t know... – you whispered, covering your forehead with your hand – My head hurts… And I couldn’t even reach for the medicine…

Making you look up to him, he moved your hand away and put his palm over your forehead, then on each side of your neck.

– You got a fever – was his worried answer – And a bad one.

Your heart jumped at those words.

– It explains this cold I’m feeling… It’s so scary… – you sighed and passed your arms around yourself as another shiver spread through your body; you raised your eyes to him, raising a trembling hand to hold the sleeve of his robe – Can you stay with me?

Hades stared at you for a moment, a glimmer of compassion in his eyes. Maybe he was thinking the same as you: that was going to be the first time you were sharing a bed; of course, none of you expected this moment to be like this, but it was there before you, and both of you sensed the importance of it.

Your husband sat by your side and wiped your tears, involving you in his arms and kissing your forehead.

– Of course I can, little one – he then grabbed the medicine and opened the bottle, holding it close to your lips – Take it.

You accepted the remedy and, after a small dose, he put it back on its previous place, then turned around the bed and took off his robe; he left the piece on the back of a chair beside the bed and finally took the place by your side.

– Come here – he passed his arms around your body and placed you between them, your head leaning on his chest, your legs folded between his.

You moaned when a new, stronger shiver spread all over your body.

– I’m so scared...

You felt the warmth of his hand massaging your back and curled yourself more on his lap.

– I know – he whispered – But I’m here with you – and, kissing your hair, – And if things get tough, we have a doctor nearby, okay?

– Okay – your voice faded as you replied; and, with an attempt to laugh, – You know… I’ve been wondering how our first night together would be like… And, among all the possibilities, I’ve never considered something like this… I’m so sorry for ruining it...

– What are you apologizing for, little one? – you felt his fingers fondling your hair – You’re turning into a goddess. The most beautiful one. There’s nothing to be sorry about.

– But I wanted to give you… to give us better moments… It’s our honeymoon, after all…

He strengthened his grip around you and kissed you again.

– Each moment, and each night we will spend together will be better than the other. This is just the first one. You don’t have t lose your head over it.

You spent a moment in silence, gathering strength to reply.

– I see…

In fact, you were anxious about that night for weeks, so when it finally came, it was only natural that you felt frustrated, even disappointed with yourself, to see things happening in an uncomfortable, unplanned way. But another thing you weren’t expecting was to find relief while speaking about your feelings and then being understood by your husband: perhaps you’ve been putting so much expectation in your own part in this that you forgot you weren’t going to take care of it by yourself; yet counting on each other was a golden rule of relationships, even more in romantic ones.

I still have too much to learn.

Fortunately for you, you had a reasonable partner, one who have learned the art of patience for centuries and who would teach you in this sense for the next ages. Ages… when you remembered that this was going to be your lifespan, your heart ached, and more shivers hit your body, but guiding your thoughts away from it would calm them down, and with effort you trained yourself in this sense.

That night was long. You spent all of it in the arms of the King of the Underworld, alternating between moments of dreamless sleep and tired consciousness; this extended as the transformation went on, and the fever diminished as the hours passed. During those painful hours, Hades was always there with you, whether talking or just caressing you; as you got used to his warmth, you noticed the cold ceasing, and as the metamorphosis became more tolerable, your body relaxed more and more in his embrace. Slowly, as the new day approached, you were recovering the sense of control over yourself, and the fear of the future diminished, until it completely disappeared.

***

The first hours of the next day were something between dream and reality, for you witnessed – well, you listened to – curious things, but had no ways to decide if they indeed happened or if they were just your imagination.

At some point, you woke up, but didn’t open your eyes. You sensed you were alone in the bed, but it was still warm, and you supposed that Hades might have left moments ago. Though the room was quiet, you had the impression that your husband was in the living room with a visitor – paying close attention, you recognized Poseidon’s composed tone. They had a brief talk when most of what was said was in a foreign, ancient language that, thanks to the lessons given by your husband, you identified as Greek.

Apparently, Poseidon was going to leave Valhalla that day and came to see his brother before the travel. Besides the rapid, murmuring exchange of words in Greek, there was some chuckling, so you had no idea of what was being said (and you'd rather remain oblivious to it).

But then the conversation turned to a language you were able to fully understand.

– You don’t need to worry about that – Hades was saying – She wasn’t in conditions anyway. The changing is being successful, but it has been taking too much from her mortal body. She had a bad fever during night, but it was gone last time I checked.

– Did you call Asclepius to see her? – Poseidon inquired.

– Yes. He gave her a potion for her discomfort, but she wasn’t really medicated – your husband replied – The process of having your biology rewritten, according to him, can take longer or shorter depending on your body’s conditions, and cannot be interrupted or altered by the ingestion of medicine. Besides, as the altered cells become the majority in one’s body, the process becomes easier, and their immune system no longer recognizes the mutation as a problem. I talked to him moments ago to keep him in touch with the situation. He believes that she will be one of us by the end of this day.

– I see – his brother said – If this is the case, then she has suffered less than Heracles, who almost had his body swallowed by fire.

Hades laughed at this.

– Yes, but, please, don’t say this in front of her next time you see us.

– Alright – Poseidon’s voice softened – Send my regards to her when she wakes up.

They exchanged a few words in Greek, then said their farewell in the common language.

– I must go, now. Goodbye, brother.

– Goodbye. Be well.

A door was opened at the distance, a few steps were heard beyond it, then the door was closed, followed by utter silence.

***

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This is part of what was said between the brothers in ancient Greek, alternated with laughter and inner jokes that are impossible to translate:

– Good morning, elder brother. I came to say farewell. Some things demand my immediate attention in the Seas.

– I see. Truth is that I was expecting to have your company during our breakfast, but I knew that it wouldn’t be possible.

– You and your not-so-subtle way to call me antisocial. Anyways, I would have communicated my intentions sooner, but we haven’t the chance to speak yesterday and I didn’t want to interrupt your moments together. So... I am not interrupting anything now, I hope.

– Absolutely not. But if you’ve showed up earlier, you would’ve found the doors locked.

– I wouldn’t judge you. Not after what we saw at the party. You would be a fool if you didn’t take measures to keep your runaway bride safe.

– Please, don’t say these things about her. With that gaze of yours upon me, I would’ve run if I was a human girl too!

– Watch your mouth, old man! She only ran after she saw you. She was perfectly fine with us.

– Hey!

– Speaking of this, how is she doing?

– A bit tired, but well. Sleeping like a little lamb.

– Hm... You already reached the phase of the ridiculous nicknames, brother?

– Everyone reaches that phase, sooner or later. Just wait.

– Hmpf. I won’t have you cursing my fate, old man.

– It’s not a curse. You’ll thank me later.

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“I already packed your suitcase. We don’t have time to change, now come on.”

(Name) rubbed at her eyes as she felt her shoes being thrusted onto her feet, the girl wincing. “Hey, I can do that myself…”

Kurapika sighed, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the door. “You’re barely awake, just keep moving and I’ll take us to where we need to go.”

(Name) finally got a good look at her surroundings. They were walking down the hallway outside their hotel room, and from one look outside the nearest window, she could see it was still dark out.

She didn’t question why Kurapika was suddenly in a rush to leave, only squeezing his hand gently. He glanced back just for a moment, quirking an eyebrow in her direction.

“Good morning.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the blonde turning back as he kept moving. “Good morning.”

——————

“Here.”

Kurapika handed (Name) a small coffee before sitting next to her to sip on his own. She mumbled a thanks before blowing on it.

He pulled out one of her favorite pastries, one Leorio had informed him about only a few minutes before over text.

“Mmm…”

She munched on it as she thought about her plans for the day. “Why-“

“Why did we leave so early? I…”

He thought back to the reason as he chewed on his own pastry.

Kurapika tossed and turned in bed, face twisted in agony as a nightmare plagued his sleep.

In his dream, he watched as someone broke into their hotel room as the sun rose, approaching the bed him and (Name) slept in.

He watched in horror as the figure placed a hand over (Name)’s mouth, pinning her down and pulling out a knife.

Kurapika woke with a start, eyes wide as he scanned the room before they landed on (Name). She was still asleep, breathing rhythmically as she held onto his shirt. He relaxed slightly, but couldn’t shake the unwavering paranoia that told him he needed to get them out if there, and fast.

“I… I had a bad feeling.”

He expected her to sigh and scold him for rushing her like that over just a bad feeling, but she just nodded and took another bite of her pastry. “I see… mmm…”

She glanced up, looking at the bags under his eyes. “You tired, Kurapika? You look like you didn’t get much sleep.”

He sighed, finishing his pastry before downing the rest of his coffee. “I’m fine. We should leave York New as soon as possible though. Considering…”

He handed her his phone, seeing an article on the screen.

“Oh shit, that’s-“

He covered her mouth, nodding.

Their faces were plastered over the screen, thankfully barely recognizable due to the wigs and her makeup.

‘Two assailants murder renowned flesh collector in the middle of a restaurant.’

(Name) blinked. “Assailants? But they were poisoned, we didn’t assault them.”

“We also didn’t murder him.” Kurapika corrected, pulling his phone back to read more. “Thankfully they don’t seem to have any clues as to who we are or what we want.”

Kurapika sighed. “I’ll book us some tickets for as soon as possible. We-“

“Actually…”

Kurapika paused, about to sigh in aggravation, but one look at her face made him go quiet.

“I… I would like to go somewhere first. If that’s okay.”

——————

Kurapika held a bouquet of flowers, following (Name) as she made her way downtown.

“We’re almost there.”

A sullen air had taken over the two, (Name)’s eyes cloudy. She opened the gate of a cemetery, Kurapika closing it behind him as she headed towards the back.

‘That’s where they keep… the newer graves.’

Kurapika watched as (Name) knelt down in front of a grave, not caring that her knees would get dirty. She brushed away the leaves and debris, sighing softly once it was clean.

‘Here lies Ponzu and Pokkle, inseparable even in death.’

“Ponzu and Pokkle?”

Kurapika nearly dropped the bouquet, eyes wide. “When..?”

“Nearly a year ago, when the Chimera Ants attacked. They were on some mission, Ponzu still lacking a hunters license. They asked me to come with them, but I was busy with a job of my own. They…”

She began choking up, Kurapika watching as she swiped away tears. “They were killed on that very mission. Gon and Killua…”

She took in a shaky breath. “Gon and Killua found what was left of Ponzu after. For a while, we hoped Pokkle was still alive. But…”

She shook her head, tears dropping down onto the ground. (Name) gestured for the bouquet, Kurapika quickly kneeling down beside her and setting it in front of their grave.

The bouquet was mostly made up of poppies, with other various flowers and greenery making it full and pretty. Kurapika stayed quiet. Although he had known Ponzu and Pokkle, he hadn’t been nearly as close as (Name) had been to them.

“They were there for me after my… wrist was broken.”

He winced at that. ‘The wrist that I broke…’

“They wanted to stay with me, just to make sure I’d be okay, but I convinced them otherwise. Leorio was staying with me already, I didn’t want anyone else to waste their time on me.”

It hurt to hear her say that, knowing that he was partially to blame for that line of thinking. “… I’m grateful for them. I’m glad… they were there for you.”

He gave her 10 minutes before he tugged on her sleeve. “(Name), we need to go before we miss our train.”

She nodded, placing her hand over his. “A few more minutes, please.”

Kurapika stayed with her as she grieved. He noticed that despite having experienced so much loss in his own life, he was at a loss on how to comfort someone going through the same pain he had.

So he thought back to what he had wanted when he first processed his clans death, at the ripe age of 12 years old.

“…”

Wordlessly, Kurapika leaned forward and wrapped his arm around her in a half hug. She leaned into him, finally letting herself cry into his chest.

“It’s all my fault… I could have been there! I could have saved them!”

Kurapika had heard the same words before, except this time they weren’t coming out of his own mouth. “…”

He didn’t know how to reassure her it wasn’t her fault, maybe because he couldn’t tell himself he wasn’t to blame for his clans murder. Kurapika only held her a little closer, hand running over her hair.

——————

(Name) was quiet on the train ride home, only occasionally trying to converse with her friend. He didn’t mind, Kurapika had only gotten a few hours of sleep before he’d woken up in a hurry.

“You should try to get some sleep, Kurapika. We still have another two hours until we get there.”

(Name) sat right next to him, putting a hand on his knee. The blonde had been tirelessly typing away on his laptop, researching Dracule Midnight to his best ability.

“I’ll sleep when I’m done.”

He’d said it a bit harsher than he meant, sighing when (Name) quickly retracted her hand away. “Oh… okay.”

She stood up and walked to the door, glancing back for a moment. “I’ll go grab us something to eat. What would you like?”

“Anything is fine with me.”

She nodded, then closed the door behind her. Kurapika groaned, leaning back in his seat. The only information he’d been able to find so far was the fact he was a part of the mafia, meaning he’d have to use the official hunter website to do some digging later. He didn’t like pulling his license out in public if he didn’t have to.

Kurapika was still debating on whether he’d be going home with (Name), or getting another ticket out of there. He didn’t really have anywhere to go yet, but he was also nervous about his strange feelings for her.

“Kurapika~”

She bumped the door open with her hip, in a better mood than before. He blinked when she placed a plate of food on the table in front of him.

“Got you a grilled cheese and tomato soup! Oh, and…”

She placed a fruit cup next to it, Kurapika’s eyes softening when he read the label. ‘Peaches.’

(Name) remembered what fruit he’d chosen for his waffle the other day, and had gotten him peaches. He opened the pack, using his fork to pick one up and eat it.

Peaches made Kurapika think of a time when life was simpler. They tasted similar to a fruit native to Lukso Province. As a child, his favorite dish was a baked good using that fruit, and now as an adult, the closest he could get to replicating that was eating peaches themselves.

They ate silently, (Name) occasionally dropping some of her food into his plate for him to try. Even when it was something Kurapika disliked, like strawberries, he ate it anyways.

And how could he not, when she smiled so sweetly when he did?

‘I guess… staying with her until I get more information is okay. After all, she’s involved too…’

But as he thought this, his heart thumped against his chest when she leaned against his shoulder, the girl nodding off.

——————

The two exited the train station, spotting Killua and Leorio waiting for them nearby.

“(Name)!”

“Leorio, Killua!”

She ran towards them, the two laughing as they hugged her. “Did ya have fun in the big city, sunshine?”

“Haha, yeah, as much fun as you can have on a business trip.”

Killua held her tight, nuzzling into her shoulder. “I missed you, (Name). Leorio’s cool, but… he’s not you.”

(Name)’s lip quivered. “Killua…”

She squished his cheeks and planted a kiss on his forehead. “My sweet boy, I’m sorry I was gone so long. We’ll spend some time together today, before I have to leave in the morning.”

Kurapika paused, Leorio taking (Name)’s suitcase from the blonde. “You’re… leaving tomorrow? To where exactly?”

(Name) walked hand in hand with Killua as she explained. “Yes, I have a job in a neighboring country, so I’ll be gone for a few days. I’m so glad we got home early, that means I get a rest day!”

Killua held onto her hand a little tighter as Kurapika’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t understand, why did you agree to come on a mission with me, when you would have to leave for another one the same day we got back? What if you got hurt, or were too drained to use your nen?”

She shrugged as Killua glared at the blonde. “Then that’s something I’d have to deal with. You needed help, and I was available. I’m sure you’d do the same thing for me.”

Kurapika winced at that. Would he really do the same for her? He didn’t know.

“So, I do need a favor from you Kurapika.”

The blonde perked up, catching up with her and Killua. “Leorio watched Killua for me this weekend, which I appreciate a lot by the way!”

She yelled out the last part, causing Leorio to blush. “It was nothing, sunshine. He only bit me twice, and to be honest I deserved it the second time.”

Before Kurapika could ask why he deserved it that second time, (Name) continued talking. “But this week he’ll be pretty busy with studying and tests. No offense to you, Killua, but he’s a handful.”

“Only for annoying people.”

She gave him a look, causing the boy to quiet down. “What I’m trying to ask, is if you could keep an eye on him while I’m gone. It’s just three days, I’ll be back Thursday evening. I’ll give you everything you’ll need to watch him, just-“

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

The other three turned to look at him in surprise. “Wow, really? I thought you’d be skipping town after your little mission.” Killua said, staring at him.

Kurapika cleared his throat. “I decided it made more sense to stay here until I get more information on my target.”

“So you’re staying because you have nowhere else to go?”

Kurapika stayed quiet.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.”

The car ride home was deafeningly quiet, with the only sound being Killua humming along to a few songs on the radio.

——————

Killua seemed to be attached to (Name) by the hip once they got home, following her around the house as she did some minor cleaning and got dinner started. She was cooking something Leorio requested in return for him watching Killua that weekend.

“He sure is clingy.” Kurapika said as he watched Killua wait for her outside the bathroom. Leorio looked up from his textbook, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe, but it’s understandable. He was really worried about her, you know?”

Kurapika folded his arms over his chest. “He didn’t need to worry, I was with her.”

Leorio thought for a moment, looking at the blonde. “I think that’s the exact thing he was worried about.”

Kurapika tried not to look hurt at that, considering he knew Killua’s worry wasn’t unfounded, but Leorio must have noticed it anyway.

“Hey, you got her back safe and sound, so it should be f-“

“KURAPIKA I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

The two blinked at each other as the sound of Killua rushing downstairs and jumping over the bannister was heard.

“Killua wait!”

(Name) was rushing down after him, attempting to calm the boy down before he reached the others.

“I told you, if she came back hurt I would-“

“But she’s fine, there’s not even a scratch on her!”

Kurapika seemed genuinely confused as the younger boy grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him off the couch.

“Oh yeah, then tell me what that is then!”

He pointed to (Name), who was now wearing a tanktop. “What? What are you talking ab-“

“Her neck! Don’t lie and say you can’t see that big mark right there!”

Both Leorio and Kurapika looked to where he was pointing, the former giving Kurapika a suspicious look.

It was a hickey, one that Kurapika had given her himself during their mission. “Shit, Kurapika, couldn’t keep your hands to yourself?” Leorio asked, snickering.

“Wait, I can explain! It was-“

“A curling iron.” (Name) finished, face hot with embarrassment. “When we went on our mission, I curled my hair and burnt myself. It wasn’t Kurapika’s fault.”

Killua looked to both of them, narrowing his eyes at the blonde before letting him go. “… hmph.”

Leorio helped Kurapika up, sighing softly at his friend. “Tell me what really happened later.”

(Name) took Killua’s hand. “Come on, Killua. Let’s get dinner finished up, okay?”

——————

Dinner was awkward, Killua on edge after the previous encounter. He didn’t seem to believe either of their words entirely, keeping a close eye on Kurapika throughout dinner.

“This is great, you two really outdid yourselves.” Leorio said, happily eating the hamburger steak he requested. (Name) smiled, ruffling Killua’s hair.

“I know, right? I think we’ve got a little chef on our hands.”

Killua seemed to perk up at her words, sitting a little straighter. It wasn’t often that someone said he could be anything than a killer, and it was almost always (Name) that encouraged his more creative sides.

“Do you need any help packing? I’ve-“

“No sir, you’ve got to get home so you can rest and wake up early for your exams. I packed up the leftovers from tonight for you.”

(Name) pinched Leorio’s cheek before kissing it, the tall man sighing in contentment. “Ahh, you’d make such a good wife, (Name). You know-“

Kurapika cleared his throat, tapping his nails against the table as he stared down his taller friend. “You should get going, Leorio. I don’t want you to sleep in accidentally.”

That familiar, nasty feeling washed over Kurapika as he watched Leorio give (Name) a hug before he left. Killua seemed to notice him staring, quirking an eyebrow in the blondes direction.

“What are you all huffy about, blondie?”

Kurapika turned his gaze to killua, lip twitching slightly in annoyance. “I’m not huffy, just… tired.”

“Speaking of you being tired, why don’t you get some rest?”

(Name) grabbed Kurapika’s empty plate, giving him a smile. “After all, you’ll be watching Killua, so you’ll need plenty of-“

“I’ll be researching tonight. I don’t have time to rest.”

(Name) paused, eyebrows furrowing. “Kurapika… I know you’re trying to do as much research as possible, but you should really take a break. The information will still be there t-“

“Didn’t I say I’ll sleep when I’m done!? God, were you not listening earlier?” He snapped, standing up. “I’m going to my room.”

He shut his door a little harder than usual, the sound of the lock clicking into place making (Name) flinch.

“What the hell is his problem? Oughta go and teach him not to bite the hand that-“

He stopped when he caught sight of (Name)’s face. “(Name)… hey it’s alright, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. And even if he did he’s kind of a jerk anyways, you shouldn’t…”

She shook her head. “Come on, let’s get the kitchen cleaned up.”

Kurapika sunk to the floor, holding a hand to his chest. ‘Why… why did I say that? Why do I feel so… irritated? She didn’t do anything wrong…’

When his thoughts drifted back to (Name) and Leorio, smiling at each other as they said goodbye for the night, he felt his heart start to hurt again.

‘Why does that make me so… so…’

The blonde settled into his desk chair, opening up his laptop. ‘No matter. I need to focus…’

———————

Killua clung to (Name)’s side as they walked into the airport, Kurapika grumbling behind them.

‘Can’t believe the little bastard isn’t carrying anything…’ Kurapika thought, pulling (Name)’s suitcase along.

“It’s only a few days, Killua. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He didn’t seem to care, holding onto her shirt. “… you’ll bring me back some cool stuff, right?”

(Name) laughed, pulling him in for a hug. “Of course.”

Kurapika helped load her suitcase onto the airship, sighing when she turned. He waited near her for his own hug, but only received a pat on the arm. “Bye Kurapika.”

Ouch. Was she upset about him snapping at her yesterday?

The blonde slowly lowered his arm, eyes half lidded as he watched her airport depart. ‘She didn’t wave back…’

Killua waited until the airship was out of sight before he tripped Kurapika.

“Hey, what the-“

The white haired boy continued walking, ignoring Kurapika’s questions. “Why? What was the reason?”

“No reason. You must be clumsy.”

‘He tripped me! I know he did!’

The car ride home was was quiet, with Killua staring out the window.

‘He must miss her already. I should say something, something to cheer him up!’

“She’ll be home soon, you don’t have to worry.”

Killua turned to look at him, completely unimpressed. “Unlike you, I actually care about (Name), so I will worry regardless.”

Ouch.

“And don’t try and be Buddy-Buddy with me. Not after you couldn’t even apologize for snapping at her yesterday.”

Kurapika gripped the steering wheel. “Killua, you-“

Killua put on a post of headphones before Kurapika could finish his sentence. ‘Did he just…’

Kurapika typed away at his laptop, glancing down at the list (Name) wrote for him. ‘I need to go grocery shopping…’

He sighed, leaning back in his desk chair. ‘The only problem with that is…’

He looked at his desk, spotting the framed photo (Name) placed on it before they left on their mission. In it, Killua and Kurapika were playing a game in the arcade they’d visited before they split up.

‘…’

They had a lot of fun that day, everyone together and smiling. Back then, Kurapika thought they’d have many more days just like that.

Now he wondered if a day like that would ever happen again. Killua seemingly hated him, despite his efforts to be as neutral as possible. While he couldn’t be the same Pika that (Name) knew before York New, he was trying to at least be a Kurapika that could be cordial with them all before he had to cut (Name) out of his life again.

But that didn’t seem to be enough in Killua’s eyes. Kurapika hadn’t intended on this happening. He wanted to keep his other friends at least, but it seemed like the more he pushed (Name) away, the more the others retracted as well.

He’d seen how much of a menace Killua could be, and wasn’t particularly looking forward to watching over him.

‘Wait…’

Kurapika stood up, pulling on a hoodie (Name) helped him pick out in York New. ‘This is the perfect chance to try and bond with him, to make things different!’

“Killua, we’re going to the grocery store.”

Kurapika regretted his choice almost immediately.

The first thing Killua did when they entered the grocery store was leave Kurapika’s side, wandering off in a random direction. “Killua, where are you going?”

Killua flipped him the bird in response, leaving the blonde groaning in exasperation. ‘That’s alright, I’ll just get the shopping done.’

He looked over the list, peering down the aisle. ‘Mostly snacks… Jesus how much does this kid eat?’

Kurapika placed the first item into the shopping cart, huffing. ‘Well… I guess I can’t judge. My eating habits aren’t exactly normal either…’

The sound of an alarm going off made him pause in the middle of the aisle. “…”

He continued shopping, deciding to take the (Name) approach and pretend he didn’t know Killua when he saw him run by, being chased by employees.

That was, until Killua ran towards him. “Dad!”

Kurapika yelped when he was tackled by his younger friend, who gave him a wicked grin before his expression changed. “Dad… I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“Hey, are you this kids mom- er, dad?”

———————

(Name) yawned, pulling along her suitcase into the hotel she’d be staying at. ‘I’ll need to iron out my uniform before I start tonight…’ she thought, opening up her room.

Ring!

(Name) pulled her phone out of her pocket, raising an eyebrow when she saw Kurapika’s contact lighting up the screen. It had been literal YEARS since he’d called her, his contact image still being a picture of him she’d taken after they saved Killua. Even though he’d come back into her light, he had yet to call her or text her.

“Hello?”

“(Name), Killua threw a gallon of milk at an employee and now we’re banned from the grocery store. They’re putting my picture up and everything!”

“Why didn’t you just pretend you didn’t know him?”

“That’s the problem! He kept calling me dad, and I… I didn’t know what to do!”

(Name) slapped a hand over her forehead. “Oh my god. Drop him off at Leorio’s, go to the grocery store down the street, then if you have anymore trouble, call Leorio. I’ll be busy with work until I come back.”

(Name) could hear Killua talking in the background. “Put Killua on the phone.”

“Killua, it’s (Name).”

Kurapika handed the boy his phone before turning his attention back to the road.

“(Name), I can explain.”

“Well hurry up, I’ve got to shower.”

Killua took a deep breath. “I was really bored.”

“Killua.”

(Name) plopped down onto her bed, chucking into the phone. “Is that it?”

“… no. I…”

She softened when his voice got quiet. “I was still mad that Kurapika snapped at you. You didn’t do anything and… and he shouldn’t yell at you like that.”

(Name) sighed, pulling off her shirt and setting it on the bed. “Okay, okay. You shouldn’t do that, but I understand your feelings. But be good for Kurapika, okay? If not for him, then for me. I’m going to be busy, so if he has to call me again it’ll interrupt my work.”

“… I’m sorry, (Name).”

She held a hand over her heart. (Name) didn’t enjoy scolding Killua, often letting him off easy. “It’s okay. I have to go, but I’ll call you before you before you go to bed, okay?”

“Okay… bye (Name). Love you.”

“Love you too, Killua.”

He hung up, handing Kurapika’s phone to him. The blonde glanced at him. “Tattletale.” Killua said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I wouldn’t have to tattle if you behaved.”

“Maybe if you put that effort into being nicer to (Name), she’d give you a chance.”

“A chance?!”

Kurapika’s face went red, having to swerve to not veer off of the road from the shock. Killua only snickered.

As Kurapika pulled up to Leorio’s apartment, the tall man walked out, wearing sweatpants and a tanktop.

“Hey, (Name) called. Killua, you should really think about what you do before you throw a milk gallon at someone. You’re just making things harder for (Name).”

‘Okay just ignore the fact that I’m the one that got banned.’ Kurapika though, pouting.

“I know…”

Leorio patted the boy on the back, leading him inside. “Hey, grab some of those white cheddar Cheetos, I-“

“It’s already on the list.”

Leorio sighed, looking into the sky. “(Name) really is an angel, she’s always thinking about us.”

Kurapika gripped the wheel, eyes softening. “Yeah… she is.”

——————

Kurapika pulled back up to Leorio’s apartment an hour later, texting him that he was there. The two walked out, Leorio carrying a backpack.

Killua got into the backseat this time, Leorio climbing into the front.

“Uh… what are you doing?” Kurapika asked as Leorio set his backpack down.

“I thought it was best if I come over to stay while (Name) is gone. I can study there, and if I’m around Killua should mellow out a little.”

Kurapika furrowed his eyebrows. “But (Name) asked me to-“

“She only asked you because she felt bad asking me to watch him two times in a row. I was already going to watch him, but you asking her to go with you meant she needed a babysitter. (Name) dislikes asking for help as it is.”

Kurapika looked to the road as he began driving back to (Name)’s house. “Oh…”

“She didn’t really have many options, and you were staying there anyways. But…”

Leorio glanced at Killua, who was pouting in the backseat. “Killua can be a handful, especially when he feels like his friends are being treated unfairly.”

He gave Kurapika a look, before texting someone on his phone. The blonde sighed as he pulled into (Name)’s driveway.

‘Killua must of told him that I snapped at (Name) earlier.’

It felt like the distance between him and his friends was widening. (Name) was the glue that kept them together, and she wasn’t there to keep the peace.

“Alright, Killua, you know the drill.”

Killua nodded, grabbing the groceries and running inside. Kurapika and Leorio walked in behind him, the latter going straight to the couch. “I’m going to be studying, you can handle dinner, right?”

Kurapika glanced between the frozen chicken nuggets and macaroni. “… yeah, I should be able to handle it.”

Killua finished putting up the groceries, then shrugged on his jacket and boots.

“Where are you going?” Kurapika asked, glancing outside. “It’ll be dark in around an hour.”

“None of your business.”

Kurapika blinked, about to argue, but Leorio spoke up.

“Be back before dark.”

“Aight.”

Killua grabbed his backpack before running out the door, leaving the blonde with a scowl on his face.

——————

Kurapika finished dinner, looking over it proudly.

He’d made macaroni, chicken nuggets, and even steamed some frozen vegetables. “Alright… now to-“

Killua came through the front door, dropping his backpack on the ground before plopping down on the couch next to Leorio.

“No luck today?”

“No…”

Kurapika walked over, wearing (Name)’s apron. “What are you talking about?”

Killua turned, making Kurapika hiss. “Yikes.”

The boy was covered in what looked like cat scratches, Leorio already opening up his briefcase. “He found a stray cat and has been trying to catch it all weekend.”

Killua huffed as Leorio cleaned his wounds. “And don’t tell (Name) about this, not until she gets back. She really likes animals and won’t be able to focus on her job if she knows there’s a cat nearby.”

Kurapika tilted his head. “I see…”

“Also nice apron.”

The blonde blushed, turning on his heels to make everyone’s plates.

Leorio and Killua sat down at the kitchen table, looking at their plates.

“…”

Kurapika sat down with his, glancing between the two. “… is something wrong?”

“… is this Velveeta?”

Kurapika hesitantly nodded. “… yes?”

Killua huffed, taking a bite and chewing. “… and… the nuggets…”

“What’s wrong with them?” Kurapika asked, picking one up and taking a bite. “They taste fine?”

“Uncultured.”

Leorio snickered at Killua’s face as he begrudgingly ate his food. “Aww, Kurapika, why didn’t you get the dinosaur shaped ones?”

“Because Killua is 14 and doesn’t need dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.”

“And you don’t need to stay here, yet here you are, living here rent free.”

Kurapika scowled, pointing a fork in his direction. “That’s hardly fair, you know (Name) won’t accept any monetary compensation from her friends.”

“Do you really count as a friend though?”

The table went quiet at that, Leorio rubbing his temple. “Will you two knock it off?”

“You’re an unappreciative brat!”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you, blondie!”

Killua grabbed a fistful of macaroni and threw it at Kurapika. “This is what I think of your stupid Velveeta macaroni and cheese!”

The blonde gasped, easily dodging it. “What the hell is your problem?!”

He threw a chicken nugget right at Killua’s face, making the white haired boy climb over the table to attempt to attack Kurapika.

Leorio stood up, grabbing them both by the collar. “What the-“

“Let me down!”

The two struggled, but couldn’t rip themselves from Leorio’s grasp. “If you two want to act like children, you can sit in timeout.”

He placed them both in their rooms before walking back into the living room to study in silence.

——————

Kurapika sighed, closing his laptop after writing down all the info he could get on Dracule Midnight.

‘Nearly all the information I needed was on the Hunter Website…’

He held a hand over his eye, shivering. ‘If… if (Name) hadn’t stopped me, I would have…’

He shook his head. “… Killua?”

He knocked against the wall twice, waiting a moment for a response.

“What the hell do you want?”

‘Ah, so you can hear people through these walls. Noted…’

“… I’m sorry I didn’t… make dinner correctly?”

Killua sighed, leaning against the wall. “That’s… that’s not what I’m mad about. I mean yeah, (Name) is way better at making dinner than you and you should be ashamed that couldn’t even make macaroni and chicken nuggets right, but…”

Kurapika frowned, holding onto the pen in his hand so tightly it cracked.

“… I know. I’m… I’m going to apologize to her later.”

Killua didn’t even have to say what he was angry about, Kurapika already knew. He’d overheard him in the car.

“… do you promise?”

Kurapika placed his pen down, sighing. “Yes, I promise.”

“Good.”

The sound of the door to Killua’s room opening then closing made Kurapika turn just in time to see Killua open his door. “Then come on, The Real Housewives of York New will be on soon.”

Kurapika was lead from his room to the living room, where Leorio was putting away his textbooks and turning on the TV.

“You two ready to behave?”

Kurapika huffed, crossing his arms as Killua furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re pushing your luck, old man.”

Kurapika snickered at that, going to the kitchen to put up the leftover food. “Okay, so what’s The Real Housewives of York New?”

“Like my family, but stupid and-“

“Stupid assassins?”

“No.”

Leorio stood, stretching lightly. “Does she keep them upstairs?”

“Yeah, in the last drawer on the left.”

‘What are they talking about?’

Kurapika followed Leorio upstairs, stepping over bits of macaroni. ‘I’ll need to clean that up later…’

“Ahh, here they are.”

Leorio pulled out three face masks, grinning up at the blonde. “These will make your face so soft and smooth, just like a girls-“

Kurapika stared down at him, unimpressed.

“Well, I guess you don’t really have to try to achieve that…”

The blonde crossed his arms over his chest. “…”

He noticed they were the same ones (Name) wore when they watched that movie together, eyes softening slightly. “I’ll wear it. Why not?”

They all settled down on couch, Kurapika stuck in the middle. He had his legs crossed, holding a bowl of popcorn as the green face mask he was wearing made his face tingle.

‘Is this what womanhood feels like?’

Leorio shoved his hand into the popcorn bucket, causing popcorn to fly and hit both Killua and Kurapika in the face. “Hey, careful! You got it on my face mask!!”

Killua reached over Kurapika and smacked Leorio upside the head. “Sorry…”

“If I stab you in the chest will those water balloons you got installed in your chest explode?”

“Yeah, maybe faster than your man blowing his load inside me last night!”

Kurapika gasped, face turning red. “Oh my god.”

Killua and Leorio laughed. “Holy shit, Marvin is in for a real beat down.”

Kurapika stared open mouthed at the two, unable to even speak for a good minute. “I… aren’t they sisters? Wouldn’t that man be her brother-in-law?”

“Oh they’ve fucked worse.” Leorio said, waving his hand dismissively.

“That does not make me feel any better.”

“He can’t even pay child support, I don’t want him anyways!”

“Yeah, who do you think paid for these water balloons of mine, broad?”

“He… bought breast implants for her instead of feeding his children?”

“Yeah, total Ging move.”

The three continued watching, Kurapika occasionally clutching his pearls at the vulgar content displayed before him.

“Her wig! She’s bald! She’s bald and she’s torturing people who have hair!”

Kurapika held a hand over his chest, eyes wide. “What a foul woman, who steals their daughters husband then sells their pet on Craigslist for $35?”

“Oh, that’s just Tabitha for you.”

“Classic Gemini.”

“What are these words you’re speaking to me? What the FUCK is a Gemini? None of these words are in the Kurtan Bible.”

“There’s a Kurtan Bible? Bros got the Bible 2.0, twink edition. Do JC and the boys have red eyes?”

“Do NOT call Jesus Christ JC?”

“… would their eyes be red because of the scarlet eyes or weed?”

They all bursted out into laughter, Kurapika leaning over. “Oh my god…”

Leorio glanced at the clock, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. “Alright, alright… it’s bedtime.”

Kurapika looked up as well, eyes widening. ‘It’s 12 am already? Where did the time go?’

It felt nice to laugh and joke with his friends again, almost like nothing bad had happened between them.

Like he’d never hurt the women they cared for the most.

Killua rubbed his eyes, standing up. “Hmm… (Name) should have called me already.”

“She’s in a different Timezone, bud. It’s only 7 pm there.”

Killua grumbled, shuffling to his room. As he walked, they heard his phone start to ring, the boy perking up and bolting to his room.

Kurapika snickered. “Hah, mommas boy.”

Killua flipped him the bird before shutting his door.

Leorio picked up his backpack and began walking upstairs. “Goodnight, Kurapika. Don’t forget to lock up.”

Kurapika watched as Leorio passed the guest bedroom, heading straight for (Name)’s room. “… Leorio, what are you doing?”

“… going to bed?”

“In (Name)’s room??”

Leorio huffed. “Yeah. She has heated blankets and the softest pillows known to man.”

“…”

Kurapika sat back down, folding his arms over his chest. “I… I want to sleep in (Name)’s room…”

“You can just come sleep with me you know. I don’t bite, unless you want me t-“

“Hey, guys?”

The two looked up to see Killua standing in the hallway, holding his blanket. “… I…”

“What, miss your mommy-“

Kurapika stopped when he got a good look at Killua’s face. He looked uneasy, reminding the blonde of the night he ran upstairs to (Name) after a nightmare.

“Hey, you alright bud?”

Leorio was quick to come back down the stairs and place a hand on his shoulder. “… why don’t we have a sleepover tonight, huh? We can make a big pallet and watch some movies.”

Killua nodded slowly, holding onto Leorio’s sleeve. “Yeah… yeah that sounds fun.”

“Alright, bud. I’ll go grab some blankets from (Name)’s room. Hey, Kurapika, turn the TV back on and get Netflix set up.”

Kurapika nodded, walking over to the TV and turning it on as Killua plopped down onto the couch.

———————

Kurapika helped Leorio lay out some blankets and pillows, something inside him relaxing when he smelled the familiar scent of (Name)’s perfume. When Killua laid down, Leorio covered him up with a big quilt.

Killua seemed to relax instantly, cuddling into the blanket as his eyes started to drift closed. Leorio laid down next to him, placing a hand on his back. “That better?”

He nodded slowly, pulling the blanket up to his chin. “Yeah, you can run a decent sleepover, old man.”

Leorio snorted, ruffling his hair. “Yeah yeah. Go to sleep, or (Name) will kill me for letting you stay up too long.”

Kurapika laid on the other side of Killua, eyes softening as he watched the boy drift off.

“… (Name) made that quilt.”

Kurapika blinked at Leorio’s words, looking up to see him staring up at the ceiling. “She did? It’s huge.”

“Yeah. She’s always making something, whether it be crocheting, sewing, baking….” Leorio laughed, folding his glasses and placing them on the coffee table. “Ahh… I should sleep too. I have a class at 10 am.”

Kurapika looked at the quilt that covered them all, cuddling into it. ‘I feel so… relaxed when I’m under this. Like… like (Name) is right beside me.’

It didn’t take long for the two to fall asleep, following behind Killua.

————————

(Name) sighed, placing the last bandage on a patient before patting their arm. “You’re good to go.”

The patient gave her a smile before walking away, leaving her alone.

“(Name), excellent work as always.”

A breeze blew past her, (Name) turning to see the window was now open. She sighed, walking over to close it as the man who spoke to her plopped down into her chair.

“You sure do know how to make an entrance, don’t you Chrollo?”

The man laughed, leaning back in her chair. “You sound annoyed. Aren’t you happy to see me? I even came baring gifts~”

(Name) raised an eyebrow as Chrollo set a piece of paper on her desk before standing up and closing the distance between them. “It’s half of the info you asked for. You’ll get the other half when you fulfill your end of the bargain.”

Chrollo smiled at her, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on the back. “Well, you could get that info now, if you just let me open up those pretty legs and-“

She yanked her hand away, face getting hot. “I told you that our relationship is business only, Chrollo. Geez…”

She stormed over to her desk, looking over the paper.

Dracule Midnight

Nen ability: Hemokinesis

Strength: 4/10

Intelligence: 6/10

Abilities: 5/10

Interests:

Weaknesses:

Threat level:

She glanced up at him, scowling. “Hemokinesis, what is that?”

Chrollo gave her that smile he had when he knew something that she didn’t. “You can work it out, dear. It’ll cost you extra for an explanation.”

She placed the paper in her pocket, folding her arms. “Okay, okay. When will you be needing my services?”

He wrote something down, handing her the paper. “In around a month, at that location and time.”

“A month? But he’s not patient enough to wait that long! I need that information now!”

Chrollo shrugged, opening up the window. “Maybe tell that boyfriend of yours to take chill pill.”

“He’s not my-“

Chrollo was gone before she could correct him, her face hot. She didn’t have time to process anything, the door was already opening. “(Name), we’ve got another patient for you!”

———————

Kurapika woke up early, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the room. ‘(Name)… where did she fall asleep at?’

He sat up, slowly remembering that (Name) wasn’t there, and wouldn’t be back for another day.

Kurapika spent the day going researching in the living room, occasionally glancing at the door or clock and sighing loudly.

Leorio left for classes at 10 am, and after lunch, Killua left to go and try to catch the stray cat again.

This left Kurapika alone for the majority of the day, the blonde bored beyond belief. When he couldn’t look at his laptop anymore, he sighed. ‘That’s enough research for now…’

He closed he s bedroom door, looking around the house. This was the first time he’d been left alone here, the only other time he was alone in the house being the time he came back from fighting a fake Phantom Troupe member.

‘Maybe… I can explore a bit.’

Kurapika explored the first floor of the house, walking into each room and looking around. He made note of potential exits in each one.

There were two rooms downstairs, his, and Killua’s. Kurapika noticed how sparse his room was compared to Killua’s, who’s was decorated with posters and painted his favorite color.

‘Well, my room is a guest room, so…’ He closed Killua’s door, sighing.

‘All that’s left now is upstairs…’

Kurapika climbed the stairs, standing on the second floor feeling… strange. When (Name) wasn’t there, it felt weird to be up there. The only room besides hers was another plain guest room, not even worth exploring.

The blonde walked forward, slowly pushing her door open.

He was always slightly taken aback when he opened her door. It was like stepping into another world, where the air smelled like fruity candles, the walls were pink, and made his body feel weird.

It was very her, every little trinket making him smile softly. ‘Ah, that does suit her.’

Kurapika sat on her bed, which now only had a sheet on it due to Leorio stealing her blankets for their sleepover. He breathed in, visibly relaxing as he breathed in (Name)’s scent.

He leaned back on her bed, staring up at her ceiling. She hung up little shiny stars that dangled and glittered. ‘She must of put a lot of effort into making this space her own…’ he thought, looking at her wall.

He glanced around the room, his eyes stopping on her dresser. Kurapika began to sit up to go and look inside it, but stopped himself. ‘No, you can’t do that. She..: probably keeps her…’

His heart began to thump against his chest, the blonde standing up. ‘Well…’

Kurapika walked over, curling his fingers around the handle of the top drawer. ‘Just… just curious. I’ll look, and I’ll go.’

His breath hitched when he opened the drawer. Neatly folded in rows, were pairs of panties. He bit his cheek, lip poking out a bit as he slowly picked up the first pair he saw.

They were white, with a red strawberry pattern dotting along the surface. He sighed softly, nodding. ‘Yeah, this is something she would wear.’

He continued to stare at the pair before putting it back in its spot. Kurapika was about to leave, before he spotted them.

A simple pair of white, cotton panties.

‘…’

He picked them up, cock throbbing at the memory of his sexual awakening. “… she won’t miss one pair, right?”

———————

Leorio got back from his classes at around 4 pm, collapsing on their pallet from the night before. Kurapika and Killua watched as he wallowed around, sharing a look.

“Are you alright, man?”

“No.”

He looked at his backpack, eyes watering. “I still have homework to do… I’m so tired.”

Killua patted his head. “You wanna order takeout and make fun of The Real Housewives?”

“… yeah.”

They spent the night together again, though this time Kurapika seemed a little..: off. He kept glancing at the front door, a frown on his face. Kurapika sighed heavily, cuddling under (Name)’d quilt further.

Leorio was the first to pass out, exhausted from his classes. Killua scoffed, turning to Kurapika. “What’s up with you?”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Well you’ve been sighing like a maiden who’s husband is off at war.”

Kurapika huffed, turning away from his younger friend. “I’m just tired.”

“Uh huh. It’s totally not because you miss (Name).”

Kurapika sat up, cheeks a light pink. “I do not! And even if I did, that has nothing to do with me sighing…”

Killua sighed, rubbing his temple. “God, I forgot how much of an idiot you are.”

Killua placed a hand on Kurapika’s shoulder. “Kurapika, you like her. A lot.”

He patted Kurapika’s shoulder before laying back down and pulling the blanket up to his chin.

“I- I WHAT?”

“Hey, shut up, Leorio has a class tomorrow!”

Kurapika stared open mouthed at him before standing up and sprinting to his room. ‘No, no I… I can’t like her, it’s…’

He remembered everything leading up to this moment. The fuzzy feelings he had when she was near him, wanting to kiss her, his sexual awakening happening because of her…

“I… I like (Name). Oh my god.”

He sunk down into his bed, holding his pillow to his chest. “I like her. I… want to… I want…”

The blonde felt his face grow hot with thoughts of her, now put into a different perspective. The reason he felt the way he did was because he liked her, romantically. This made Kurapika’s heart thump against his chest, his mind racing.

‘What am I supposed to do about these feelings? They… they make things complicated.’

He glanced back to his desk, seeing the framed picture. He picked it up, chuckling softly at her smiling face. ‘Well… I just need to… try and figure things out. Maybe…’

His mind drifted, thinking of the kiss he shared with (Name) just a few days prior. His pants tightened, a sigh leaving his lips.

‘What a pain…’

But as he dipped his hand below his waistband, he couldn’t help but blush as he thought of her, this time it felt… different. It didn’t feel as wrong to think of her when he touched himself now, almost… right.

“(Name)…”

——————

Kurapika waited near the front door, pacing around the living room. The day had been gone by incredibly slow, the blonde having grown impatient. Now that he had a word to put to his feelings, he wanted to see her again.

He’d already been restless before, but now he knew he liked her, it was agonizing waiting for (Name) to get home.

“Can you stop pacing? You’re giving me major bad vibes. Or maybe that’s just you in general.”

Killua sat at the kitchen table, building a small trap. He’d yet again attempted to catch the stray cat that day, with no luck.

“She was supposed to be home at 5:30 pm, it’s nearly 6 now.” Kurapika said, holding his arms over his chest. His dark blue tabard swayed as he tapped his foot, glancing to the clock, then to the door.

“She probably stopped to pick up something for dinner. (Name) will be home soon, don’t get your panties in a twist. You’ll get to smooch her soon.” Killua said, finishing the trap.

Kurapika’s face turned a bright red. “I plan to do no such thing! I’m just worried about her.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, lover boy.”

Killua stood up suddenly and walked towards the door, opening it and running outside. Kurapika followed him out just in time to see Leorio pull up.

(Name) jumped out of the passenger seat to Leorio’s car, Killua instantly sprinting forward.

“Mom!”

He jumped into (Name)’s arms, the girl spinning around and laughing as he held onto her. “Aww, Killua, did you miss me that much?”

“Mhm…”

She cooed at him, kissing the top of his head before giving him a good squeeze. “I missed you too, baby. Now help Leorio with the bags, okay?”

He nodded, giving her one last squeeze before moving to grab her suitcase and takeout bags.

“(Name).”

(Name) looked up to see Kurapika standing before her, face slightly pink. He was staring at the ground, fiddling with his tabard.

“Um… welcome back, and…”

He looked up, giving her a sheepish smile. “I wanted to… apologize for snapping at you before. I-“

His breath hitched when she pulled him in for a hug, arms hovering around her. “Oh, Kurapika… apology accepted!”

Killua snickered at his flustered expression as he passed by, causing the blonde to pout. But Kurapika couldn’t feel upset for long, not when (Name) was holding him, giggling into his shoulder. “How was work?” Kurapika asked, pulling away. She shrugged.

“Meh, alright. Did my job, got paid.”

She shouldered her backpack. “Come on, let’s go eat dinner. After that, I have a surprise for everyone!”

As they sat down at the dinner table, (Name) handed out a few things.

“Ooo!” Killua said, holding up a tshirt with the name of the city on it. “It’s hideous!”

“Haha, I knew you’d like it.”

Kurapika blinked. ‘But he called it hideous..?’

“And this is for you, Leorio!”

Leorio pulled (Name) into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “Thanks, doll face. Needed a new coffee mug.”

She giggled, handing him the coffee mug before wiggling away. Kurapika watched this interaction, biting his cheek to prevent himself from reacting.

‘He’s too touchy. I hate it. Makes me…’

Kurapika blinked when (Name) sat next to him, handing the blonde a small box. “Here you go, Kurapika.”

“For me? You got me a gift too?”

She nodded, giving him that pretty smile of hers that made his heart race. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

He looked down at the black box in his hand, glancing back up at her. “Go ahead, open it.”

Inside the box were several silver charms, Kurapika’s eyes widening. “These are…”

“Charms for your chains!”

She pulled one out, holding it in her palm. “Each one represents one of us! Killua is this cat…”

Killua perked up, looking at the charm with his catlike eyes. “Leorio is the stethoscope…”

Leorio peeked over Kurapika’s shoulder to look, smiling. “The leaf is Gon, and I’m this flower!”

She held up what looked like a little dandelion charm, giggling. “It fits you, (Name).” Kurapika said, opening up his palm. She placed the charm in his hand before pulling out the last one.

“And this one…”

She pulled out a charm that looked like a realistic heart, placing it in his hand. “This one represents you. A heart.”

Kurapika stared down at the small charm, confused. “Why did you choose a heart for me?”

She smiled, poking his chest. “Because you have a big, kind heart, and when I think of you, it’s the first thing that comes to mind. You care a lot for the people you love.”

Things quieted down, Kurapika closing his hand around the charms as he began to choke up. “(Name)… I…”

She placed both of her hands around his, smiling. “Come on, conjurer your chains. I wanna see how they look!”

He nodded slowly, summoning his chains on his hand. (Name) squealed, taking his hand gently and beginning to clip the charms into place.

“There we go! Ahh, look Kurapika!”

He held up his hand, twisting it around as the charms jingled softly. “They’re… they’re beautiful.”

She grinned, intertwining her fingers with his. “Now, even if you’re gone, you’ll have something to remember us all by! We’ll be with you, even if you think you’re all alone.”

He couldn’t help but tear up, lip beginning to quiver as he stared at the little charms. Kurapika’s heart swelled, and before he knew it he had pulled (Name) into his arms and buried his face into her shoulder.

“K-Kurapika, are you alright?”

He nodded, staying quiet as she gently rubbed his back. “There, there…”

Killua watched the scene, leaning back in his chair with a smile. ‘Maybe… maybe (Name) was right. Maybe he’ll be better.’ he thought, relaxing as he munched on his dinner.

Leorio’s eyebrows furrowed, holding onto his coffee mug tightly. ‘I really hope he’s changed. She loves him, and even if he doesn’t feel the same, she wants him in her life.’

Kurapika, however, wasn’t thinking about if he was ready to change or if he deserved (Name), he could only think of how nice it was to be held and cared for by her.

And how addicting her touch could be.

‘I… I want to…’

He pulled away, wiping his tears and continuing to eat dinner with the others.

‘I want to make her mine.’

————————

After dinner, (Name) met Kurapika in his room. Now that he knew he liked her, having her sit on his bed felt different, more… intimate.

“So, while I was out I got some information on our target!”

(Name) pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the blonde, who looked over it before laughing. “You got his nen ability? (Name), that’s amazing!”

She blushed from his praise, twiddling her thumbs. “Oh, it was nothing. Just turning in a favor with a colleague.”

“Well you should give me your colleagues information. How did they even get this kind of info? Dracule’s nen ability is a well guarded secret, even amongst the Hunter Association.”

(Name) looked away, laughing. “Sorry, Kurapika, but my colleague is very picky with who he works with. Shit he only works with me because my nen ability is useful to him and I saved one of his… associates.”

She’d nearly said Troupe members, sighing softly at her quick save. “I see…”

Kurapika could tell she was hiding something, but was too elated with the new information to care. “This will make confronting him a lot easier.”

“Speaking of that…”

(Name) leaned onto his bed, turning her head to look at him. “Have you found out any other details that will help nab him?”

Kurapika nodded, grabbing his laptop and opening it. “Yes, and considering it pertains to you, I’ll tell you.”

“Pertains to me? What do you mean?”

The blonde blushed, scratching the back of his head. “Well, that’s the thing…”

He turned his laptop towards her, showing a picture of Dracule Midnight spotted walking into a club with a woman. Dracule was a tall, thin man with long black hair and a handsome face.

“How does this pertain to me?”

Kurapika bit his lip, clicking on the next picture.

“Oh.”

She could make out the woman much better now, and realized just why Kurapika had said what he did.

The woman had a nearly identical body type to (Name), and Dracule had a hand on her thigh, smiling to show off his sharp, pearly white teeth.

“He… seems to have a type.”

Kurapika clicked through several more pictures, showing Dracule with dozens of other women with a similar body type to (Name). “He has a wife and children, but has been spotted entering this club with several different women.”

Kurapika crinkled his nose at that statement, clicking off of the pictures. “Its disgusting, really. I can’t imagine making a family, only to go off with some random women every night. Why marry if…”

He clenched his fist, taking a deep breath. “That’s off topic. Anyways…”

(Name) smiled, leaning her head against his thigh. “Anything else?”

Kurapika repositioned his laptop so it hid the fact that he was now hard, just from her being so close to his crotch. “Well, there’s a favor I need from you.”

“And that is?”

She tilted her head, her cheek squishing against his thigh. ‘Cute…’ he thought, eyes softening.

“I… it pains me to ask you for help again, but could you… accompany me again? If you could… seduce him long enough to get his guard down, we could have a real chance of beating him.”

(Name) snorted. “Me? Seduce him? I get that he has a type, but I-“

“(Name).”

He pinched her cheek, the girl yelping in surprise. “You should have no trouble with it. You’re…”

He paused, looking down at her. (Name) had this sleepy look in her eyes that made her look even cuter than usual, her soft cheek still pinched between his finger.

She was lying on her tummy, her nice ass on display. Kurapika took a moment to compose himself before speaking. “You’re capable enough. With the right dress it should be easy.”

He let her go, clearing his throat. “My intel said he’ll be going back to the club next Sunday, which means we have some time to plan.”

(Name) nodded, rolling onto her back before sitting up. “Alright. If that’s all, I’ll be heading to bed. Goodnight Pika-“

She immediately covered her mouth, eyes gone wide with fear and panic. ‘No, no! You idiot, everything’s been going great and you just ruined it! He hates that nickname, now he’s going to hate you even m-“

(Name) turned, tears beginning to bead in her eyes. “Kurapika, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean t-“

He was blushing, eyes that familiar shade of red that only she got to see. Kurapika shook his head rapidly. “No, no… it’s nice. I’ve missed it.”

(Name) stayed still for a moment longer, seeming hesitant. “… are you sure? You’re… not angry with me?”

Kurapika felt his heart twist painfully at the underlying fear in her voice, the slight tremble to her words. “No… I’m not angry. It’s okay.”

She nodded slowly, glancing to the door and back to him. “Oh… okay. I’m going to bed now, goodnight… Pika.”

She scurried away, closing his door behind him.

Kurapika waited until she was out of sight to lean into his pillow, giggling into it. ‘Pika… she’s calling me Pika again. God, why does that make me so happy? (Name)…’

He stared with his eyes half lidded at the door, slowly slipping his hand into his pants. ‘(Name)… I want to hear her call me Pika more…’

Kurapika, now experiencing his first crush, imagined (Name) sitting in his lap.

“Pika… I missed you so much. Please…”

She whimpered, pulling her panties to the side. “I want you, Pika. I need my Pika inside me, need my Pika to knock me up.”

Kurapika pinned her down, cock prodding at her folds. “God, (Name)… you’re mine, all mine, okay? My love, I’ll give you whatever you need. Anything.”

She cupped his cheek, cooing softly. “My Pika…”

Kurapika gasped as he came, holding a hand over his mouth as he moaned out (Name)’s name. “(Name), fuck…”

He cleaned up his cum, sighing softly as he pulled his pillow closer. ‘Mmm…’

Kurapika scowled, remembering how possessive he felt of her in his mind. He wanted her to be his, only his, and that… made him nervous.

He wanted (Name) to live a normal, happy life. Could he give that to her, when the path he was on would only lead to bloodshed and death?

Selfishly, he decided to not think of that now. His mind was clouded with thoughts of a life with her, the lines between rationality and his need to be near her blurring.

Kurapika fell asleep, imagining (Name) curled up in his arms next to him.

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It's a Little Warm, Part 1

Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair

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Pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!Reader / Plus Size Reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some making out, unresolved tension! Mentions of private parts but really mild. Cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Soft Bucky. Part 1 of 5. Slow burn to smut though. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. Bucky was sweet enough to help with your bags. You also found yourself up in the wee hours of the morning with him.

Word Count: 4,221k

A/N: I've been reading a lot of age gap fics at cabins and wanted to try my spin. Apologies if I miss any warnings or this is super corny. But here we go! While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging and commenting to help support writers!

“Kinfolk!” Uncle Sam yelled and shoved past people in his quest to scoop you into his arms and spin you around. You yelped, not used to anyone swinging you around like a doll. You were short but far from petite and the sudden loss of your feet firmly planted to the ground made your stomach flip.

“Put me down!” You yelled. You slapped at his massive arms but that only made him chuckle. Mercifully, he stopped turning and set you on your feet. “Look at you!”

You rolled your eyes. “I just saw ya’ll last week!”

His chuckle was quick as he threw his head back. “You barely come out of the house, I got to comment on the special occasion.”

You twist your lips and roll your eyes. “I see being Captain Chocolate has made you even cornier,” you said.

Uncle Sam laughed and threw his arm over your shoulder. “Oh, see you got jokes. I see working for that newspaper ain’t help with them lame ass nicknames. I thought you had a better vocabulary than that?”

“Somehow I always forget it when I come around ya’ll,” you said. Uncle Sam only chuckled. “Where’s your bags?”

“Got it in the car for now,” you said.

Uncle Sam frowned. “Give me a minute, I’ll come help you,” he said.

“I’m perfectly capable of bringing up my own bags,” you said.

“That ain’t what I said. C’mon and say hi to Sarah. She’s glad there will be another woman this week,” he said. You follow Uncle Sam through the cabin, weaving through close friends of his and Aunt Sarah.

The cabin had an open plan for the living room and dining room. People milled around watching a football game and sitting on large, comfortable couches. The dining room was cottage chic as a few of the elderly people sat around it talking and fanning themselves. Kids nearly pushed you over as they ran through the cabin.

“Say ‘excuse me’ next time!” Uncle Sam called after them. A chorus of “excuse me’s” rang out as you waved them off. Finally, you made it through the sea of people into the kitchen where various aunties were passing around bowls and spoons and tinfoil.

They smiled at you and you were passed around like the last piece of pie as everyone got in their hugs and kisses and well wishes. The last person to hug you was Aunt Sarah. She hugged you just as hard as Uncle Sam did.

“Damn, ya’ll would’ve thought I died or something,” you said.

Sarah laughed. “Oh my god! I’m just so happy it’s not just me staying here this week. Sam gets his puppy, I should get one too,” Sarah said and laughed, pushing her braids behind her ears.

Before you could ask what she meant, a booming grandfatherly voice called out for Sam. He told them that he’d be right back and headed out of the open side door towards the backyard. Smoke rose into the air as a full barbeque station was being managed by an elderly man with a cap and New Balance shoes on. You shook your head. Every time.

You opened your mouth to ask what Sarah meant by the puppy comment but movement to your left caught your eye. A man entered the kitchen in a soft burgundy shirt and jeans and large dusty boots. He scanned the room before spotting Sarah and broke into a wide grin.

He was simply gorgeous. It was the type of smile that could stop traffic. Perhaps even cure cancer if he grinned hard enough. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he approached.

“You must be Sam’s niece,” he said and extended his hand.

“Uh yes, nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes,” you said and took his hand. His hand was rough and calloused and slid across your soft palm, making your hand tingle.

He smirked and shook his head. “Ugh, Mr. Barnes makes me sound old. I’m not that old. Bucky is fine,” he said.

“You are that old, you old dinosaur,” Uncle Sam said, materializing right next to you. He clapped you on the back, making you jump. “He’s so old, Moses asked him to lead the choir,” Uncle Sam said and laughed.

The group laughed and Bucky rolled his eyes. “At least I don’t have any gray hairs,” Bucky said.

“Ay man, you take that back. That’s hurtful,” Uncle Sam said and smoothed down his faded haircut.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Bucky Barnes. It had been wild hearing about the man from Uncle Sam and Aunt Sarah, but seeing him in person was an entirely different experience.

Aunt Sarah leaned her hip against the counter and looked between the two men. “See, Sam gets his puppy and I get another human being to talk to. Once you get these two started, they keep going on and on,” she said.

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head. “Bucky’s staying with us for the week too. It’s rare they come home at the same time these days. So we’re gonna make a thing out of it,” Aunt Sarah explained the unspoken question lingering in the air.

“Ah, gotcha.”

“Hey, we bring the sunshine and the good vibes. All day, baby. Now, pass over the keys,” Uncle Sam said and held his hand out.

You shook your head. “I can get it, it’s not a big deal.”

The cook for the festivities called for Uncle Sam again. He groaned and nodded towards Bucky. “Wrestle the keys from her so we can help with her bags and take it upstairs. She’s stubborn.”

“Stubborn doesn’t work on us, doll,” Bucky said and turned that mega-watt smile on you. You sighed and fought to keep all kinds of dirty thoughts out of your mind. Could super soldiers read minds?

“Hey, hey, hey! None of that. Paws off!” Uncle Sam said.

“Oh my god,” you groaned. Your cheeks instantly flamed and you were grateful for your darker skin. It hid the obvious signs of a blush. You turned to Aunt Sarah for help who laughed and shook her head. She gave you a pitying look as if to say she wouldn’t be any help. She looked Bucky up and down and winked at you.

“You’re not really my uncle, you know,” you said.

“I’m your uncle in the ways that matter. Don’t make me bring a hose in here. It’s hard enough keeping the aunties off of him.”

The cook called out for Uncle Sam again. He gave them a warning glare before you turned back to Bucky who held out his metal hand. It had intricate designs etched into it and seemed really, really advanced. You half wondered if it was from that famous Wakanda. You’d just about die to have a chance to go there one day.

“I can get it myself. You don’t have to bother,” you said. You backed away, bumping into random partygoers talking in the kitchen. The press of bodies seemed to double as you backed away towards the front door. You knew you should have brought your things inside earlier. But you were already running late and just wanted to unwind from the long drive.

Bucky stalked forward, patient as a hunter, with his arm still outstretched. His grin turned into a patient smirk.

“Right, being stubborn doesn’t work on you,” you said.

His answering smirk was enough to melt your panties. You looked away from him. If he couldn’t read your mind, he could at least read your facial expressions. And none of your thoughts were holy.

You dug into the back pocket of your shorts and slapped your keys into his hand. “Thanks, doll,” he said.

You had, hand to god, actual shivers run down your spine. His voice had the right amount of gravel in it to skate over your nerve endings. And you weren't even standing that close to him.

Bucky held out his hand for you to lead the way and you took the opportunity to calm your racing heart and nerves. He was a solid wall of heat at your back as you maneuvered your way to the front door. Your sandals slapped against the hardwood floor but even with his boots, he was silent. You felt like a bull in a china shop.

You gave yourself a pep talk. Somehow, someway, you were supposed to survive an entire week with that. You supposed it was true. You should never meet your idols. You might get the overwhelming urge to climb them like a tree.

Okay, thoughts like that weren’t going to help. You supposed you could limit your contact as much as possible. Hide out in the room or down by the lake. Anything. As long as it meant you weren’t right next to the man.

You led Bucky outside and towards the makeshift parking lot. A dizzying array of nearly every make and model crowded the rented cabin’s lawn and rocky driveway. You had to park a little ways away and walk down to the cabin. Making it to your beat up Honda, you waved to it.

Bucky smirked and popped the trunk. You had two suitcases, plus your laptop bag. You moved to grab one and Bucky tsked at you. He tsked at you as if you were a child!

“You don’t like people doing things for you, do you?” Bucky asked with a smirk. He bent down to retrieve your bags. He didn’t even grunt at the weight. This was your poor attempt to pack light. But since you were a big girl, your clothes didn’t roll up all cute and tiny. You had to adjust and shove things until they fit enough for the suitcase to close.

“I’m not used to it. Makes me feel weird,” you said.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. Makes me feel useless. I feel like I should help,” you said. He got the second suitcase down and slipped your laptop bag over his shoulders. You closed the trunk.

“So you were going to haul all of this to the cabin tonight by yourself?”

“Yes?” You hadn’t meant to make it a question, but he asked as if he were scolding you. You fought an eye roll and bit the inside of your cheek. He was being nice. But it still grated. As far as the City of Nawlins was concerned, you were a full growed adult.

“It gets pretty dark out here. It could’ve gotten dangerous. A random car could hit you or a wild animal could trip you up,” he said.

“You always so fatalistic?”

“I’ve had reason to be,” he said.

Right. Doofus. “I am so-”

“Don’t be,” he said with a smirk. “Once you fight scaly purple monster-aliens, it’s hard not to see danger everywhere. Just because you can do things by yourself doesn’t mean you can’t accept a little help. Okay?”

You nodded slowly, feeling like a proper idiot. Of course the man was fatalistic. You didn’t know everything about him. Most of it came from Antman’s book or Uncle Sam’s stories, and it wasn’t the whole story. Still, it was enough to know that Bucky had more than enough reason to be wary of potential danger.

You took a deep breath and avoided looking at him. He carried your bags into the house and up the stairs. He nodded towards a door a few paces down the hallway. You opened it to find a spacious room, decorated with a nautical theme. You smiled at the blue and white scheme, the anchor pictures on the wall, and the goofy full sized bed.

Bucky gently set your bags on the floor and your laptop bag on the small desk. As he leaned over, his shirt rode up a bit revealing creamy skin and subtle muscles.

“What’s that, doll?” Bucky asked as he straightened.

“What?” You asked, a little too loud. You looked at him and he put his hands on his waist as he surveyed the room.

“I thought you said something,” he said. Did he have to draw attention to his tiny ass waist? Seriously. This man couldn’t be real. It was like he stepped out of a smut book. He was the definition of sexy as sin. Everything he did was seductive.

“Figured you’d get the better room,” he muttered with a sigh. But you got the sense that he was teasing. You looked around and noticed the huge window. You went to it and peeked out over the backyard. Uncle Sam was leading the group dance along to a Tupac song.

You turned with a smile to tell Bucky but you noticed his eyes dart up to your face. Was he…?

No way. You shook your head. “Where’s your room?” You asked.

“Right across the hall. Just holler if you need anything, I’m a light sleeper.”

Your mind wandered to how he would look asleep. His dark hair tousled and floofy. You bet he slept without a shirt on. He seemed the type. Plus he was like a furnace. He probably got hot. Which meant…

“Uh right. That must suck. I sleep like a little brick,” you said. Your cheeks burned again.

“I haven’t slept that well since before the war,” he said and shrugged. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. I probably just need some water. It’s a little warm in here. I mean outside. I mean today,” you said with a laugh. You looked at the floor and closed your eyes. Yup. Operation Avoid Bucky At All Costs commenced now.

“Well come on. We better get downstairs before Sam steals all the ribs like last time. I thought food lasted longer at cookouts?” Bucky asked.

You laughed. “Rule number one of cookouts: make your to-go plate before your real plate,” you said.

He backed out of the room with a grin. You followed and closed your bedroom door behind you.

“You’ll have to explain that one,” he said.

You explained the intricacies of cook out etiquette as you headed down the stairs and on the way outside. Bucky listened and didn’t interrupt no matter how many side stories and funny anecdotes you told. Once outside, Uncle Sam waved from the dance area.

Uncle Sam moved and shimmied his way through dances, making everyone around him laugh. He wore long, navy shorts and a light blue shirt. You shook your head as he tried to twerk and made everyone nearly fall out with laughter.

You stood side by side with Bucky as you watched. You kept all of your focus on Uncle Sam. You absolutely did not notice how heavenly Bucky smelled or how he blocked the sun for you.

Aunt Sarah called your name and you looked behind you. She sat at a table and waved. She pointed to a plate she made for you. Your stomach chose then to grumble. You waved back to acknowledge her.

“I better…”

“I’ll catch you around,” he said with a small smile. He headed off into the swarm of people with ease saying hi and clapping people on the back.

You took a deep breath. Maybe food was exactly what you needed. If you were too busy stuffing your face, you didn’t have time to think about Bucky Barnes.

You were burning up. For such an open room, the southern heat was eating you alive. You had already kicked off most of your pjs, leaving nothing but an oversized T-shirt and your panties. In a minute, you were going to take that off too, but you desperately needed some water.

You got out of bed, fumbling around in the dark. You stubbed your toe on the corner of a dresser and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from yowling. You danced in place until the sharp pain subsided.

You had no idea what time it was but after the party, cleaning up, and trading stories around the kitchen table, everyone peeled off for bed around two or three in the morning. The sun wasn’t yet up so you only managed to get an hour or so of sleep.

Your tongue was dry and thick. You moved it around, trying to get your spit going. That last tequila shot definitely did you in. You sighed heavily as you padded down the hallway and the stairs.

The silence was near deafening as you crossed the wide open space. The cabin was dark but there was enough ambient light from the open curtains letting in moon light. You could see enough to cross the living room towards the kitchen.

You opened the fridge door and bent over to look for leftover water bottles. You danced a bit as you tried to focus long enough to find a bottle. The fridge blew cold air that washed over your flushed skin. You scratched absently at your bonnet.

Finally finding some water, you uncapped it and stood up to down nearly half the bottle. You turned around and screamed, jumping back into the fridge door. Bucky sat at the kitchen table. The light from the fridge gave him an otherworldly appearance.

Bucky stood up instantly and crossed the small space towards you. He held out his hands to steady you. “You okay? I’m sorry,” he said.

You slapped him away and scrambled for the nearest light switch. “You scared me half to death!”

Miraculously, you drank too much for the water to slosh out of the bottle so none of it spilled. You clutched the cool bottle to your racing heart. Your hands shook and you took deep breaths to calm down.

Bucky had the good nerve to wince before closing the fridge door. “I’m truly sorry,” he said.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked.

Bucky chuckled. “Well, I wasn’t trying to scare you. A random voice in the night would’ve scared you more,” he said.

You flopped into the nearest kitchen chair. You were too hot and too shaken up to care that you wore a bonnet around Bucky. There was no need to avoid him now. You were about as sexy as a paper clip.

He dropped back into his seat. Now that you were calming down, you noticed that true to your daydreams, his hair was pleasantly tousled. He didn’t wear a shirt but he did have dog tags hanging from his neck. His metal arm gleamed in the low light.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” You asked.

He smirked. “Not really,” he said.

“Nightmares? Want to talk about it? I’ve been told I’m an excellent listener,” you said.

He absently rubbed a spot on the wooden table. “Wasn’t a nightmare this time. Actually had a dream. For the first time in a long time.”

You looked at him as he held a smirk, but there was no humor in it. You sat patiently, giving him the space to talk about it or not. It didn’t seem like he was inclined, so you sipped your water and listened to the subtle animal sounds from outside.

“It wasn’t anything fancy. Quite boring actually. I dreamt I was back in Wakanda. It was peaceful there,” he said softly.

A million questions danced in your head. But you nodded and smiled at him to continue. “There was a small lake where I used to sit for hours and just be. I didn’t get a lot of chances to do that in my life. Being here just made me miss it, I guess,” he said.

“I get that. Dream freaked you out enough to come sit in the dark by your lonesome?” You asked.

He chuckled and nodded. “I can’t always trust what’s in my head. Sometimes I need to ground myself and I’m still getting used to how soft beds are these days,” he said.

“Oh, they make them firmer. Like sleeping on an ironing board,” you said.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve slept on worse,” he said.

“Ugh, no thank you. Give me the softest bed you can find. I wanna disappear into an infinite void of clouds and pillows and blankets,” you said.

Bucky grinned and looked at you. “Don’t you have to be this tall to even climb into the bed?” He held up his hand to exaggerate how short you were. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Next to you, everyone’s short,” you said.

“And yet you’re still the shortest,” he said and laughed. You leaned up and slapped his regular arm.

“You’ve been hanging around Uncle Sam too long,” you said.

Before you could pull back, Bucky grabbed your wrist and prevented you from moving back. He rubbed lazy circles as he looked at you.

“Why do you call him Uncle?”

Your heart rate sped up for different reasons. His touch was feather soft and sent all kinds of crazy signals to your belly.

“I grew up around their family for years. But when Sam joined the Air Force, I called him Uncle Sam as a joke. Kind of stuck. He already saw himself as my older brother so we kept it. Sarah felt left out so I called her Auntie,” you explained.

Bucky hummed and nodded. He glanced down at the circles he was making on your wrist.

“Where’s your family?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Deadbeat, emotionally abusive parents. I ditched them a long time ago and I don’t talk to them.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“S’okay. Good riddance. Sam and Sarah and the boys are all I need. If you’re gonna keep coming around, I guess that includes you too,” you said.

Bucky chuckled and finally released your wrist. “You should probably try to get some sleep. Apparently, Sam has plans scheduled for the whole week,” Bucky said softly.

“Sam loves his plans. You gonna get some rest?” You asked.

“I’ll try,” he said.

You nodded. You stood up and moved to walk past him. But you stopped and bit your lip. You reached up and stroked his cheek.

“I hope you get some sleep,” you said. You didn’t quite want the spell to break yet. It was early morning and the house was quiet. In the moments you spent down here, your body had cooled. However, standing so close to him while his clean soapy scent enveloped you, your body heated up for entirely different reasons.

You slid your fingers under his chin and made him look up at you. His lips parted as he looked from between your eyes to your lips. He sighed as he trailed his fingers along your thighs. You made a squeak as the cold metal of his arm touched your heated skin.

He skirted his fingers up and beneath the hem of your shirt, but he didn’t press further. He drew more lazy circles into your skin.

Fuck it. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He sighed again, against your lips, and tugged you closer until you were straddling his thick thigh. You braced one hand on his other thigh and the other around his metal shoulder.

He devoured you in a strong kiss, teeth clashing against each other. His tongue swiped against your lower lip before you opened for him. His tongue dived inside and slid against your own.

His metal arm wrapped around you to keep you steady. His hand was better than a brace as it kept you from slipping off of him. His other hand came up to stroke your jaw before wrapping around your neck.

Not even you could keep the needy moan from escaping your lips. His lips moved over yours with expert care. Your hands came up to feather into his hair and trail down to the nape of his neck where you lightly scratched him.

A shudder moved through him that you felt all the way to your pussy. You shamelessly grinded on his leg. There was nothing but his sweatpants and your panties keeping you from skin on skin contact but you were sure he could feel how damp you were already. You’d be embarrassed except your thoughts were consumed with him. With touching him and feeling your nipples rub against his bare chest.

As soon as the kiss started, Bucky pulled away from you. Your harsh breaths mingled with his as you both panted. He plucked your hands from around his neck and held them in between you like a silent prayer. He got a faraway look in his eyes as he stared at your hands.

He leaned down and kissed your fingers before leaning back and staring at the ceiling. Almost as if he were staring straight into Uncle Sam’s room.

“You should go back upstairs,” he panted.

You wanted to be angry. He didn’t get to just dismiss you. You practically threw yourself at him and that realization was enough to dump ice water in your veins. How embarrassing.

You got up slowly and nodded. Without saying another word, you left the kitchen. Cool air hit the sweat along your face and neck and you shivered from the lack of heat. His heat. But you were a grown woman. You would be okay.

You trudged all the way to your room and closed the door before falling face first into bed with a soft groan.

What, the actual fuck just happened?

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He's Got Me Like Nobody - Nanami Kento x Reader

Pairing: sugar daddy! Nanami Kento x fem!reader

Summary: You swore that you would never lose yourself to a man who only knew how to hurt you like your mother. But when Nanami Kento came into your life, you realize easily you and your mother might not be so different after all.

Warning: non-curse au, HEAVY ANGST, dubcon, age gap relationships (nanami is in his 30's while reader is in their 20's), sugar daddy/baby relationship, toxic relationship, power imbalance, implied smut, fingering, angst to "comfort"

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word count: 3.8k

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RIGHT from your childhood, you were always, always careful with your whom you trusted your heart with, especially after your father had repeatedly left your mother a broken woman whenever he came back to her. You swore that you would never become what your mother was, that you would never lose yourself to a man who only knew how to hurt you.

But when Nanami Kento came into your life, you realize easily you and your mother might not be so different after all.

"Class dismissed."

You snapped out of your haze to return to the reality you found yourself in, annoyed at the fact that your brain refused to cooperate with you yet again, instead, finding pleasure in reminding you of your devastating separation from the only man you fell in love with when he made it painfully clear what the relationship was supposed to be. Picking up your bag from the backrest of the hardwood chair, you got up abruptly, stuffing your books and lecture materials into your bag before running out of the room to avoid the shy glances of a doe-eyed college boy trying to ask you out on a date and having to reject him altogether because you felt no one could make you feel the same way you felt with him.

It was too painful for you. It was painful because you were still grasping onto straws that didn't hold substance, hoping that he would change his mind, he would run after you and follow you until he won you over. It was naive- you were naive- to think that love conquers all and your endurance and labor of love will mean something to the blonde-haired man.

Nanami Kento has already known what love is like, the woman he loved is probably out there and you were just a hole for him to fulfill his needs and to help with his daydreams of her.

That was what he paid you for, isn't it?

Perhaps that was why he decided to break it off as soon as he noticed how clingy and desperate you were for his affection. He was kind to start by saying he wasn't interested anymore, but that died as soon as you started weeping, begging him not to let you go and spewing out a love confession that would haunt you for the rest of your life. The look of annoyance that crossed his face before he calmly told you to stop this nonsense and grow up, etched into your mind like a cave wall painting.

Did you really expect a happily ever after as his cute trophy wife? How disappointing.

You truly knew it was over as soon as you saw him with another woman at your new place of work, smiling and having a good time in the restaurant. Fate was even crueler as you were their waiter, taking their orders and acting as professionally as you could. You were immature, not petty and you didn't want to risk your job. Besides, he acted like he didn't know you, so why embarrass him in the first place?

You shook your head out of the depressing clouds as soon as you stepped outside, taking out your portable umbrella as you braced the storm happening in front of you. You had a part-time job to get to with no excuses for being even a minute late. This is your life now, not with Mr. Nanami helping you out, but with you working out your money using your own hands.

Finally getting into a bus, you decided to prepare your mind for work and plug in your earbuds as you watched the cars and buses go by on the road. It was pretty, you've always thought it was pretty as a kid how the lights blended in the evening time and you adored the way it kept your attention when you traveled or ran around.

Life's been tragic, but at least you still had this all to yourself.

By the time the bus got to your stop, the rain had subsided a bit and you quickly ran into the back of the restaurant a few blocks away to avoid the impending heavy downpour that was coming your way again. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as soon as you entered the building and heard the heavy rain continue, only getting worse as you got dressed in your uniform again.

"YOUR services requested at a table in the VIP section." your manager told you quietly, placing three menu cards on your hand and giving you a slight push forward. "Be extra cautious, these men are very important people and we don't want anything to get them annoyed."

"Got it." You said with a smile on your face, adjusting your posture and walking up to the stairs leading to the VIP section, giddy because it meant you were probably going to get a good tip or a good experience if they liked you well enough. Last time, you met an elderly couple who were on their 50th anniversary here and talked with them about how you admired their love, genuinely happy that they have had each other for so long. This time, you hoped that they were at least calm and gracious enough to hold a decent conversation with you.

Your happiness died as soon as you saw a familiar blonde-haired man sitting across the table booth, brown eyes glued onto the phone with his usual frown etched onto his features. Your heart sank further as soon as you saw with him were his friends, a white-haired man grinning widely at the dark-haired man as they both shared a joke about how stuffy Nanami was on their "dinner date" that he organized.

"We're merely having a get together that the two of you forced me to have," You could hear the spite in his smooth, deep voice as he snapped his attention from his phone to the two other men. "not a date. Refrain from calling it that." he snapped before asking where the waiter was.

With dread weighing down further on your bones, you took a shaky step forward with a false smile on your face before saying "Good evening sirs, welcome to (name of the restaurant), here are the available options we have for tonight." in one breath while handing out the cards nervously. Your heart dropped as soon as you saw Kento look at you as if he did not know you in the first place, but you told yourself that you would respect both him and you out here in public by grinning and bearing the look of indifference.

The other two men though stared at you with a look of recognition but decided to put it off as they took the menu off your hands and began to look at it like giddy little children.

"Hmm, the squid soup option looks rather good." You heard the white-haired man, Gojo Satoru, utter softly to himself, quite skeptical of what he wanted. You took it as an opportunity to nudge him into a direction so that he doesn't become indecisive and make it more difficult for you.

"I heard from other patreons that the squid soup is absolutely delig-"

"Be quiet."

You froze up, not understanding what you had just heard Nanami say until he continued talking to you, letting it sink in.

"You talk too much for a waiter, be quiet and wait for him to order." He spoke in a calm yet full of disdain for you. "You do not dictate what someone wants, do you understand?"

You felt like a little child that was being scolded by your father, and uncomfortable wasn't even beginning to describe how you felt as the pitying eyes of Gojo and Getou fixated on your statue.

"Yes sir." You replied quietly, bowing your head in shame, trying to hide the tears prickling your eyes. "I am so sorry," you added, nervousness overtaking your body as he still stared at you as if your presence had flipped a switch inside him.

"You know what, call your manager." He demanded now, despite Gojo's alarmed response, telling him to calm down at least.

"What?" You blurted out carelessly, eyes widened in shock. "Wait, I didn't do anything wrong-"

"What is going on here (name)." your manager called out, rushing to the scene. They had come to check on your progress only to see you in trouble already with one of them. "Sir, what happened?" They faced an annoyed Nanami.

"Is this the type of staff you employ in my restaurant?" he began as soon as he faced the manager, hands folded across his chest. "Rude people, who interrupt a customer?"

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as soon as you heard those words and you knew what was coming next. In between the few exchanges between Nanami and your manager, you didn't bother to waste any time waiting until he fired you himself, you weren't going to give him another win by letting him chase you away again. Instead, you decided to pull off your apron and drop it on the table, getting everyone's attention directed at your actions.

"I can't keep doing this to myself anymore." You muttered to his hearing, your teary eyes glancing back at him before turning on your heels and running off after bursting into tears, covering your mouth to hide your throaty sobs. Ignoring your coworkers asking you what was wrong as you stormed into the dressing room to take back your regular clothes and neatly fold the uniform you donned previously. You pretended not to hear your manager trying to call you back and talk to you as you sprinted headfirst in the rain, not caring if your books got wet.

Your wails were loud and pitchy, drowned under the heavy rainstorm as you ran, not able to contain your pain anymore. Why, why was everything going so wrong for you with this man? Why did everything just end up wrong for you whenever he was involved?

Why did life have to make you suffer over and over again?

You were too deep in grief, you didn't even realize that you were now in the middle of the street until you heard a car horn and it was too late for you to move out of the way.

THE last thing you could remember was being barely conscious as you were being wheeled into an ambulance, the concerned face of a worried-looking woman who almost ran you over sitting beside you in the ambulance while they treated you for shock. From what you could hear in your hazy state, Ms. Ieiri was a doctor, that was why they were quick in arriving at the scene. You may not have gotten hit, but you had passed out and taken a hit on the tar road badly, so she was worried you might have gotten a concussion.

At least you figured that's why you were here.

Your eyes had adjusted to the light finally, darting around to see that you were in a hospital bed and a private ward. Panic began to set in as soon as you realized all the medical bills that would pile up if you stayed here. That alone made you stand up from the bed in fear and run towards the door but before you could open it, Dr. Ieiri had beat you to it, a look of relief crossing over her face as soon as she saw you awake and standing on your feet. Behind her, the familiar blonde-haired man who had caused you nothing but pain towered over her, and you swore that a look of relief crossed his face as soon as he set his eyes on your figure.

"I need to leave." You whimpered softly, resisting the urge to push through them and take to your heels as you initially planned. "I can't stay here, I can't pay the bills-"

"Don't worry." Dr. Ieri cut you short. "You're free to go now that you're awake. Luckily you didn't hit your head that hard to have a concussion, but there's swelling and you need pain medications-"

"I'll put some ice on it, I'll be fine," you said quickly, now pacing around the room to find your book bag so that you could leave. "I don't want any more extra bills that I can't pay for and my students' insurance only covers accidents with serious injur-"

"I've covered your bills."

You froze in your spot, his calm voice wafting through your ears and stirring up hot white fury in your heart waiting to burst out from your chest.

"You didn't need to." You said angrily, not being able to bury your anger anymore. "Where's my bookbag?" your voice was trembling as you said each word while scrambling aimlessly for your bag.

"It's in my car. We're going to stay at my house this night, it's too late to start driving back to your university, and a young woman like you shouldn't be out this-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" You screamed in anger, not being able to take it anymore. Why the pretense? "I DON'T WANT YOU NEAR ME! GET OUT!"

"(name) don't start this her-" he began, trying to get closer to you only for you to throw a pillow at his face hard.

"Get out! Get out of my life! Stay away from me and take your filthy money with you!" You yelled, now alerting hospital staff who thought you had lost your mind. "Go away and leave me alone! Isn't that what you're good at? Just leave me alone and stop making my life miserable!"

Ieri rose her hand to stop the staff from holding you down and let Kento take care of it instead. He braced your punches and slaps until he held your hands above your head and waited for you patiently to calm down.

Everything seemed not to ever work in your favor, because in the end after your curses and insults, it was either you went with him or you end up in a psych ward for your unusual behavior.

THE city looked breath-taking from the view of the master bedroom of his penthouse -one of the many he owned around the entirety of the country- your eyes never leaving the window as you avoided eye contact with Kento who lay upright on the opposite side of the bed typing away on his laptop. After trying to talk to you and being met with only stone-cold silence, he had given up, deciding to just drop the things you might need for the night on the bed then leave you alone.

"How much was my hospital bill?"

His jaw clenched tightly at your question; why were you always so damn persistent when it came to him? Why couldn't you just be like other people who accepted his kindness and left him alone?

"Don't think about it." He finally answered you exasperatedly, not tearing his eyes from the laptop. "Just go to bed, you have school tomorrow," he added with a hint of concern in his voice. You ignored his gentle tone, discarding every idea of him caring for you deep down.

"I'll pay you back," You insisted, now turning to face him, adjusting his button-up nightshirt that you wore so that you won't expose much to him. "just tell me-"

"Why are you so persistent?" He hissed in annoyance, putting his computer aside to face you. He paused in his tracks as soon as he noticed you flinching away from him, and took a deep breath. "Just leave it alone, (name)," He concluded, lying on his side and getting ready to sleep. "I'm tired, we can argue-"

"You're tired huh?" You scoffed, now getting up from the bed. "You think you're the only one that's tired?" you continued, pacing around the room until you reached his dresser mirror. "Do you know how much you've put me through? Do you think I like being persistent? That I enjoy grasping straws like hoping you wouldn't hurt me or break my heart as you did?" Your voice shook as you stared at your tired features in the mirror. "Kicking me out because you felt I was getting too clingy? That me doting on you was so pathetic to the point you couldn't stand it? Or you felt my hole wasn't tight enough for you anymore?"

You instantly regretted the words that came out of your mouth as soon as you saw him throw the covers off himself and storm towards you within seconds, eyes blazing in fury. You gasped as soon as you felt his thick hand grasp your chin firmly to look at his unreadable facial expression that only seemed to scare you even more.

"We agreed that if any one of us began to have feelings for each other, I have the right to terminate the contract." He reminded you, his hot breath fanning your terrified face. "You knew what you were getting yourself into and you still agreed." His voice got colder as he held your chin. "Why am I being blamed for your oversight? Do you think I would be stupid enough not to see that you were already hung up on me? I was trying to do what's good for you and me!"

You flinched at his angry tone, eyes closing in pain as he continued using his harshest voice on you. You were done with all this drama happening in your life, you just wanted to leave this place and head back to your comfortable one room apartment.

"I hate you!" You whispered out, now wishing you could hide away your face as tears rolled down your cheeks. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone? Why didn't you just let me move on with my life?" You broke down, body shaking with sobs. "Today at least, why couldn't you just let me be? I was moving on, I was doing my job and yet you still saw it as a way to demean me like when we were together?" You cried out and he let go of you, leaving you to fall on your knees and hug yourself tightly. "I get it, I'm nothing but a stupid broke young woman to you, what do I know anyways?" You gave a broken laugh in between sobs. "But that's not an excuse for the way you consistently treat me poorly."

The room was quiet after you uttered those words, save for your sobbing and his heavy breathing bouncing off the walls until your sobs quietened and he calmed his breathing down. Without another word, you got up from your kneeling position and walked into his personal bathroom, washed your worn out face and walked out of the master's bedroom to his living room and sat on the loveseat, hugging your knees to your chest in silence.

You weren't in the mood to sleep in his house, let alone sleep near him and you didn't want to bother anyone you knew to come by midnight, to pick you up, neither were you ready to answer the questions that would arise from you coming out of this fancy house.

You decided to wait for six am to come while you sat in the darkness. You didn't want to talk or think anymore, you had done enough of that for the past months now.

You just wanted to enjoy the darkness on your own.

"Why are you still down here? You need to sleep."

You kept silent as you felt the other side of the chair dip down beside you, the moonlight being the only source of illumination in the room. You didn't bother to reply him, hoping he'll get tired of waiting for you to answer him and leave.

You didn't expect him to continue speaking to you until he cleared his throat and shifted himself closer to your body. "Okay, you're right, I didn't treat you with respect when we were together and even now, I'm very sorry for that." he began apologizing, his eyes glued to you as he spoke. "I could have handled my emotions better than what I did and I should have talked to you about it instead of cutting you out like that."

You didn't reply to him, only paying attention to your fingers despite your heart palpitating, almost as if it wants to burst out of your chest if you weren't careful enough.

"(name), let's go to bed now, it's late," he called out softly, his large veiny hand slowly resting on your exposed thigh, earning a soft gasp from your lips as his thumb circled softly over your flesh delicately. You hated how your brain turned into mush whenever his soft, well-manicured hands rubbed your thigh gently. He knew he still had the power to use his touch to send you into overdrive, and push you into melting in his arms, willing to do anything for him.

And unknowing to you, the feeling of your skin underneath his thumb always made him weak in the knees, wanting nothing but to hold you against his chest and make you stay with him forever. Perhaps that was why he kept on pushing you away harshly to the point he hurt you, his greatest regret.

Ironically, it was him who was childish and ignorant. When you decided to move on with your life, it was him who kept tabs on you and pushing you to fight for him because he was a coward, he wanted you to think he was coming back to you out of pity, not because he's obssessed with you.

And he still is a coward, using dirty tactics like rubbing your thighs to get closer to you until he was hovering onto your side in the vulnerable state you were in and pressing his thumb against your lip to part it slightly open for him before pressing his against yours, skilled tongue swiping on yours as he kissed you eagerly. You felt ashamed when just a simple, hot, seductive kiss made your dull nipples perk in attention and the pearl in between your legs throb in anticipation, but that shame was pushed at the back as soon as he broke the kiss, his hand on your thigh snaking under your shirt to play with your covered womanhood and earning heavy, loud gasps from you.

"I missed that sound," you heard him mutter against your skin as he rubbed your clit with his thumb over your pink underwear, making you squirm and fall under his spell again, coming undone as he worshipped your body on the couch that night.

At the end of the day, you were in his arms again despite the pain Kento has put you through. You knew you wouldn't forgive anyone else who hurt you like this, but I guess there's an exception to every rule, huh.

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Against All Odds pt.5 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

Warnings: angst, gore, reliving trauma, canon typical violence, IT'S LONG (let me know if I missed any)

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

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After running through the rain for a few miles we finally made it far enough to be safe from patrol. We were in what looked like what used to be a barber shop or something. Regardless of what it used to be, now it was our shelter for the night.

“You should get some rest, Ellie. We aren’t making it to the State House tonight.” I said to the young girl.

She eyed Tess and Joel, clearly unsure if she’d be safe lowing her guard after finding out she had been bitten.

“You’ll be safe, I promise.” I tried to reassure her.

She slowly nodded and found herself a dry spot to curl up for the night. Tess and Joel stood on the opposite side of the building. I walked over to them so we could discuss our game plan.

“So, it’s,” I checked my watch, “just passed 2:30 am, sun will be up by around 7:00 ish, we got at least 4 hours for watch. We can each take an hour and 20 minutes.” I suggested.

“I ain’t sleepin’.” Tessl said matter of factly.

“Yeah, me neither. Someone needs to watch the door and someone needs to keep an eye on that kid.” Joel said.

“One: door’s barricaded, ain’t nothing getting in through there. Two: she said that bite is 2 weeks old. She hasn’t gone all crazy yet, she won’t overnight. It’ll be fine.” I tried to argue.

“I don’t trust it. That doesn’t happen, Yn. But I mean if you want to risk yourself and-” I knew he was about to mention the baby but I gave him a pointed look warning him not to, “and sleep,” he corrected himself, “then be my fucking guest.”

I sighed, “Well I am tiered Joel so yeah I think I’ll take the so-called risk.”

I walked away and dropped my bag down to use as a pillow and used Joel’s jacket I took from the apartment to cover my upper body up. Every time I’ve ever slept outside the walls it had always been either with, or at the very least beside Joel as he took his watch shift. So being away from him right now felt strange, even though he was only a few yards away from me. Luckily though I was still tired enough to fall asleep fairly quickly.

Unfortunately, I had only managed to sleep a little over an hour. I tried going back to sleep but it was no use. So, instead, I got up and walked over to Joel and Tess.

“You can go back to sleep.” Joel said quietly.

“I’m fine. If one of you wants to rest for a bit I can take over for one of you.” I offered.

“We’re good.” Tess said, not taking her eyes off the girl.

“Fine.” I sighed and grabbed Joel’s bag.

He never checks the small, inner pocket of his bag and I had gotten into a habit of tucking a small book in there when I could, even if I wasn’t going with them I would still do it. I wasn’t sure if he ever finished reading them or not but he would always return it to me when he got back and had something to say about it.

“What are you doing?” Joel asked.

“Looking for something.”

I didn’t remember him returning the last one I gave him, so I wanted to see if it was still in there. And lucky for me it was. I pulled out an old, slightly faded copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. Joel gave me a weird look.

“I mean, if you don’t need me to watch anything and I’m not falling back asleep, might as well pass the time some way.”

I took it over to the wall and sat down. Luckily the rain had stopped, giving way to the light of the moon. This gave me just enough light to read in. Despite my efforts, I fell asleep about 30 minutes later and didn’t wake back up until the sun had risen. Sitting against the hard wall like that made my back hurt as I stood up and walked over to put my book back in Joel’s bag.

“Ellie awake yet?” I asked.

“Nope.”

“Okay well, I’m going to go find somewhere to pee.” I said before walking off.

When I got back Ellie was now awake and Joel had the rifle he had stolen from the guard pointed at her.

“Show us your arm.” He said.

She sighed before rolling up the sleeve of her jacket, showing the scar from where she had been bitten.

“Yeah, it’s not getting any worse is it?” She sassed.

I walked over and squatted down beside her.

“Can I see it?” I asked.

I didn’t get a good look at it in the chaos last night and wanted to see it for myself. She nodded and held it over to me so I could see it better.

“If we’re in the open city why aren’t we getting swarmed?” She asked, I turned to Joel for him to answer her.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said causing me to roll my eyes.

“Well, I’m gonna.” She sassed.

“We’ll be fine.” I said quietly before letting go of her arm and standing up.

“What was Marlene doing with an infected kid?” Tess asked.

“I’m not infected.” Ellied argued.

I walked over to sit with Joel and Tess, “I mean she’s right. She was bitten but not infected. I know that doesn’t happen but it did… But why were you with Marlene then?”

“She found me after I was bitten.” She explained.

“And she didn’t shoot you?” Joel asked harshly.

“Clearly not.” Ellie snapped back, causing me to fight the urge to snicker at her response before she explained a little more, “She locked me up and her guys test me every day to make sure I wasn’t infected.”

“How did they test you?” I asked before I could process what I was saying.

“They’d make me count to ten then hold my hand out and keep it steady. But you know what I think really impressed them was the fact that I didn’t turn into a fucking monster.”

I nodded, “Fair enough.”

“I gotta pee.” She said going to stand up, but Joel did the same and his grip on the rifle tightened.

“Joel. Let her go. She’s not going anywhere. You heard her, she’s worried about what’s out there.” I said quietly to Joel before turning to her, “Go back there, just find a spot. And here, use this. It’s the best we got. Just tear out a few pages.” I said tossing an old magazine to her.

She caught it and disappeared into one of the small side rooms.

“Nothing’s gonna kill me in here, right?” She called out.

“No, you’re fine. I just went too.” I yelled back.

As Joel sat down, I noticed his right hand was shaking and still bloody from last night.

“Broken?” Tess asked having seen the same thing as me.

“Maye a hairline, it’ll heal fast.” He replied.

“Can I see it?” I asked gently.

“It’s fine.” He said coldly.

“Joel, let me see your fucking hand.” I said, holding mine out for him to put his in.

He sighed but did as I told him. I looked it over, it was defiantly swollen. Luckily it wasn’t too nasty, the rain helped clean it out pretty well last night.

“It’s fairly clean. I’m gonna wrap it for you.” I told him rather than asking already standing to grab my bag.

“Joel she made it through the fucking night.” Tess said as I walked back over, bag in hand.

“Doesn’t matter.” Joel bit back.

I took my seat on the ground beside Joel and began to bandage up his hand.

“It’s gonna happen sooner or later.” He tried to reason, “We’re still close to the wall, we sneak her back into the QZ, and we find a different way to get the battery.”

“This is our best shot,” Tess argued, “If we take her back there, someone is gonna notice her arm, they’ll scan her and kill her.”

“Well better them than us.” He shot back.

“May I give my two cents here?” I asked finishing up Joel's bandages.

Tess nodded for me to go on.

“I can’t believe I’m sayin’ it but I agree with Tess. We can’t bring her back… and we can’t kill her. It ain’t fair to her. Bringing her to the State House is our best option here, rather than bringing her back to the QZ where we know she will get killed, or killing her ourselves. At least that way we won’t have to live knowing we lead her to slaughter.” I said.

“You two both need to quit talking about her like she actually has a life ahead of her.” Joel said.

“Maybe she does.” I argued just as we heard footsteps coming back.

“Whatever, let’s just eat something before we have to head out again.” Joel said digging into his bag.

“You hungry? We can share some of ours.” Tess offered as Ellied sat back down.

“Marlene sent me with my own.” She said before digging into her bag and pulling something out of it.

Joel passed out a couple of pieces of dried jerky to both me and Tess. I broke off a piece of mine but as I brought it up to my mouth and caught a whiff of it, it made me feel nauseous. I sat up a bit more and brought it away from my face to take a few deep breaths before handing the pieces back to Joel.

“Here. I’m not hungry.” I said.

“You need to eat.” Joel said, not taking them.

“Joel, take them.” I snapped a little.

“You okay kid? You look really pale.” Tess said, taking the jerky from my hand.

“I’m not a kid. And I’m fine.” I lied.

I could tell she wasn’t convinced but I am glad she didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, she put the jerky away and dug in her bag for something.

“Here, eat these, I’ve been secretly growing them at my place. You need to eat something. And drink some water.” She said handing me a small bag of berries.

I nodded in thanks and slowly ate them. I was so caught up in trying not to puke that I had completely tuned out the conversation Ellie and Tess were having until Tess stood up from her stool and walked closer to the young girl. Joel tried to stop her, but I grabbed his arm to keep him from doing so.

“Why are you so special to Marlene? And don’t lie or we’ll take you back.” She threatened.

“You take me back, you don’t get your battery.” Ellie popped off to her.

Tess scoffed, “You heard that huh? Well, then you must’ve also heard that he wants to shoot you.”

Ellie eyed Joel nervously before replying, “Yeah, but she said you shouldn’t, at least not yourself. And something tells me she won’t let him do it.” She said referring to me.

Joel rolled his eyes at her remark.

“Look, I’m gonna talk to you like you’re an adult,” Tess began as she knelt down in front of Ellie, “We’re not good people, we’re doing this for us. Because apparently, you’re worth something. But we don’t know what you’re worth if we don’t know what we have. So, answer my question.”

I could tell Ellie thought about what she was about to do, she seemed apprehensive.

“She told me not to tell anyone and now I’m telling the first people that I-” She hesitated.

“Hey, it’s okay we won’t tell anyone.” I finally spoke up, trying to reassure her.

She took a deep breath before continuing, “There’s a Firefly base camp somewhere out west… with doctors. They’re working on finding a cure.”

“We’ve heard this all before.” Joel sighed, annoyed that we were even considering giving her the time of day to explain herself.

“And whatever happened to me…”

“-Is the key to the vaccine.” Joel said with her, knowing what she was about to say.

“That’s what this is? We’ve heard this a million times before. Vaccines, miracle cures. None of it works. Ever.” He argued.

“Fuck you, man. I didn’t ask for this.” Ellied snapped at him standing up.

“You and me both. Tess, Yn, this isn’t gonna end well. We need to go back.” He urged.

I stood up as Tess did the same.

“Let’s just finish it.” Tess said, “It doesn’t matter if she is or isn’t what the Fireflies say. If they believe that she is then… we get what we want.”

“I mean, best-case scenario she is, we hand her over, they find a cure, we get the truck and find Tommy. Worst-case scenario is she isn’t and this was a waste of time.” I said.

“No, Yn, worst-case is we all end up dead.” Joel said harshly.

“Can you two get over your lover's quarrel, are we going or not?” Tess asked.

Joel sighed and grabbed his bag, “If she so much as twitches.” He warned.

Ellied began to snarl and make choking sounds as she pretend to twitch around causing me to bite back a snicker. Joel didn’t find it amusing.

“Don’t.” Tess reprimanded her and she stopped immediately.

We all collected our stuff and as Joel picked up his newly acquired rifle Ellie eyed it up and said, “Can I have a gun.”

“Absolutely not.”

“No.”

“Hell no.” Joel, Tess, and I all said respectively.

“Okay, Jesus. Fine. I’ll have to just throw a fucking sandwich at them.” She said as she picked up what was left over and put it in her bag.

Joel moved the barricade from the door and then opened it to make sure the coast was clear. When he confirmed that it was, we followed him out.

When we walked out, the sun was shining and you could see the city around us. Or what used to be a city that was now falling apart and overrun but nature. Ellie was ahead of me and watched her with a small smile as she took in the sight before her.

“Whoa.” She sighed.

“I know, I had the same reaction my first time seeing it.” I said, nudging her slightly with my arm.

“We should get movin’.” Joel said.

And with that, we began walking. We passed some of the craters left from the bombings. Just like me, Ellie was oddly fascinated with everything we passed.

“It’s like a fucked up moon. Are these from the bombings?” She asked.

“Yeah, Joel or Tess can tell you more about it. I don’t really remember it.” I admitted.

“They bombed most of the bigger cities like this, “ Tess explained, “They had to slow the spread somehow. It worked here, but it didn’t in most places.”

We walked a little further before we got to a road that was impassable due to a collapsed building. It was really in the most inconvenient spot. If it wasn’t blocked, then the State House would have been a straight shot taking ten to fifteen minutes tops to get there. But since that was not an option we had to choose one of the alternate routes.

“Long way or short way?” Joel asked.

“Well, I mean it’s the long way or the ‘we’re fuckin dead’ way.” Tess said.

“Well, I vote long way, just based on that limited information.”

Joel nodded, knowing it was the safer route, “We have to check it from the hotel first.”

We nodded and began walking that way. It was still eerie walking past all the abandoned cars. I didn’t dare to look in them. I made that mistake once. Most of them were empty, but not all of them. You had a chance of finding an infected or perhaps worst severely decomposing person in them.

As we walked, Joel hung back in the back of the group, Tess lead the way while Ellie and I walked together.

“Where the fuck are they all?” She asked.

I just shook my head, “You’ll know it when they’re close. Don’t ask about them though, you’ll jinx us.” I warned.

“I didn’t know last time.” She said.

“Was that when you got bit?” I asked.

She nodded, “It was in the old mall in the QZ.”

Tess turned around at that and waited for us to catch up.

“You got bit in the sealed-off mall that no one is supposed to go in. Ever.”

“Whatever. I snuck in. I wanted to see what it was like. Didn’t think there was gonna be anything in there and then one just came at me outta nowhere. I thought I got away, but.”

“So, it was just you in there, alone?” Tess asked.

“Yeah.” Ellie said.

“How old are you?” Tess asked another question.

“14.”

“Wow. I mean, you got some balls on you, sister.”

“Thanks.” Ellie said, smiling to herself causing me to smile a little too.

We continued our trek down the old highway, occasionally climbing over cars that had been wrecked and flipped over. Joel was staying silent which wasn’t unusual for him. Not that I wanted to speak to him right now.

“So Ellie,” I began, “No one’s going to come looking for you, right?”

“Yeah, like mom, or dad or boyfriend?” Tess added.

“Well, I’m an orphan, and ah no…” She said, “Everyone always said the outer city was crazy,” She said, changing the subject, “like there were hoards of infected running wild.”

“Not exactly like that.” Joel’s voice startled me a bit.

“People like to tell stories.” Tess added.

“So, there aren’t Super-Infected that explode fungus spores on you?” Ellie asked.

“Shit, I hope not.” Tess joked.

“Just thinking about that makes my skin crawl.” I said with a small shutter as the thought of what facing one of those would be like.

“Or what about ones with split open heads that can see in the dark like bats?” Ellied asked causing me to freeze.

I had come to learn that when I had been attacked trying to get to the Boston QZ, all those years ago with my brother and Pa that it had been a Clicker. They were the final stage of being infected. It was when you became more fungus than human. The fungus grows out of your skull, cracking it open and allowing it to grow bigger.

I took a deep breath and went to continue walking but just as I went to take a step we all froze and looked off to our left where we could hear a loud, distant howling yell of an infected.

“What was that?” Ellie asked.

“I told you, you would know when they got close.” I reminded her.

“Let’s keep movin’.” Joel said, gripping his rifle a little tighter.

We eventually made it to the hotel. When we pushed open the door the smell of murky water hit me causing me to sigh. I was not going to be able to catch a break today from horrible smells. It also looked like the rain we had just gotten had made the water in there rise a lot more.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! You guys ever stay in a place like this?” Ellie asked.

“Uh no, a little out of our league.” Tess joked.

“How do you even know what this is?” Joel asked.

“Have you ever heard of books?” She sassed causing him to roll his eyes before he descended the few stairs down into the water.

“Wait a minute we're going in there?”

“Unfortunately.” I said to her as I tightened the straps on my backpack.

“We gotta get to the stairwell on the other side.” Tess said, nodding across the way at it.

“Well, I- I um don’t know how to swim.” She tried to argue.

“Seriously?” Joel asked.

“Do you think we have pools in the QZ?” She shot back at him.

“No, smartass. I mean,” He finished his sentence by jumping off the last step and showing the water, despite being higher than usual, only came up to right around his knees.

“I don’t know how I was supposed to know that.” Ellie said as she walked down the stairs.

I went to walk down the too but Tess stopped me.

“Careful, kid, they’re slick.” She warned with a knowing look.

Fuck. She knew.

“Thanks.” I nodded before carefully walking down with her following behind me.

The floor was covered in slippery algae so I took my time walking across it with Tess as Joel and Ellie were ahead of us.

“Does he know?” She asked.

I looked at her but didn’t answer.

“I’m not trying to pry. Just wondering if that’s got him so bent out of shape.” She explained.

“No, me being pregnant is what’s gotten him so bent out of shape. He doesn’t want it. He said the last time he held a baby was before I was even born…” I explained.

“That’s what happens when you get with a much older man,” She teased only partly joking, “But I guess the question is, do you want it?”

I nodded, “Yeah.”

“He loves you, Yn, he’ll come around.” She tried to reassure me.

I shrugged, “I just think he has too much going on right now, and worrying about me even more than he usually has to just sent him over the edge. Like he made it very clear that he doesn’t want the baby, but wants to make decisions on what is best for me now. He doesn’t need to do that. He doesn’t want it, so let me worry about it. You know?”

She nodded as we both stopped to look over at Ellie as she messed around with the old luggage cart. Then, when she jumped back, clearly startled by something, Tess and I were both pulling out our guns as Joel rushed over to help her. Joel helped her up after seeing that there was no immediate danger. She made her way over to us and we both made sure she was okay. Once we made it across the water, we had to climb up ten flights of stairs to get high enough. Joel led the way with his rifle, making sure the coast was clear for us.

When we got to the top Joel checked down the hall to make sure we were safe then walked out. When Tess and I made it there we both paused for a second to catch our breaths.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Ellie teased.

“You try climbing ten fuckin’ flights with our knees. See how you feel.” Tess shot back in defense.

“Okay, but what about her? She like in her twenties, why are you winded?” Ellied asked nodding to me.

“I have my reasons.” I said.

“That’s convincing.” She said before following Joel.

We rounded a corner and saw that part of the building had collapsed.

“Well, when the fuck did that happen?” Tess asked.

We tried to open a few of the doors but none of them would budge. I walked closer to the rubble. There was an opening I could fit through.

“Hey, what if I climb through? I can work my way around and open it from the inside maybe?” I suggested.

“Worth a shot.” Tess agreed.

“No.” Joel was quick to shut that down.

“I can go. I am the smallest.” Ellie offered up.

“No, if you die, we get nothing.” Tess said. “Let Tess go.” Joel suggested.

“Why can’t I do it?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Because you might get hurt.” He argued.

“And if she does, Joel, it’ll be on here. She’s a big girl she can go. Come on let's get her up there.” Tess said, ending our little argument.

They helped me up through the opening then I began climbing over hunks of cement and barbs.

“You good up there?” Joel called out to me.

“I’m fine. Just trying to map out a course. It’s a fucking a mess up here. Give me a few minutes.”

I finally mapped out my route to get over the piles of concrete without getting impaled by a metal barb. Once I made it through I took a glance around me, to the street below. Fuck. There were infected down there a lot of them. We wouldn’t be able to go that way anymore. I sighed, turning around to go let the others in.

“Joel, put your fucking gun down, if you shoot me, I’ll shoot back.” I warned as I began to move pieces of furniture out of the way.

I got to the door and opened it, my face must have said it all.

“What’s wrong?” Tess asked.

“Come see for yourself.” I said, turning around and leading them to see what I saw down in the street.

When we got over to the balcony, Ellie stepped up onto the bottom molding to get a better view. “Be careful.” I said, coming to stand beside her as she leaned over a bit more.

“There’s so many.” She said in awe.

I saw Tess nod from the corner of my eye, “Yeah, last time we came through here, they were still deep inside the buildings. But I guess enough people came through looking for the QZ, they went inside seeking shelter and that’s how they get more and more of the city bit by bit, year after year.”

We watched them as they all seemed to move together.

“They’re connected.” Ellie commented.

“More than you know.” Tess began, “The fungus also grows underground. Long fibers like wires, some of them stretching over a mile. Now, you step on a patch of cordyceps in one place, and you can wake a dozen Infected from somewhere else.”

“Really?”

Tess nodded once again, “Then they know where you are and they’re coming for you. You’re not immune from being ripped apart. You understand?”

“Tess, chill you’re scaring her.” I said.

“I’m just being honest with her. This is important for her to know. I’m trying to keep her alive.” She said defensively.

Ellie hopped down from where she was standing with a small sigh.

“So, guess we’re not going that way.”

“Nope.” I confirmed.

“So, what do we do then?” She asked, looking between the three of us.

I looked at Joel and waited for him to confirm what I already knew he was going to say.

“Museum.” He said and I immediately shook my head. “No. There’s other ways, we can take one of those.” I said.

“We don’t have a secure way to check those routes. And we’re running out of time. It’s the only option now. You knew we might go that way if you’re so terrified of it, then maybe yo-”

“Joel, I swear, if you say that I should’ve stayed back one more time I’ll push your fucking ass off this building and let the Infected have their way with you.” I said.

He was way out of line. He knew what happened last time. He knew why I was terrified to go back there.

It happened about 8 months ago. We were going out to trade with Frank and Bill. I decided to tag along, I hadn’t seen them since we met something always came up but always sent my best wishes when Joel and Tess went. But this time I was able to go.

We made it out of the QZ without any issues. I couldn’t remember why but we decided to take the route through the museum. They hadn’t taken me that way last time so I was excited to see a different part of the city. We made it in without any issues. It was when we got to the second floor. Joel had told me to have my gun ready, just in case there were any infected hiding out in there.

Tess was behind me and Joel was leading us. He had his flashlight out lighting the way. I saw it before he did. I man ran out from the shadows straight at him. He had a knife in his hand, ready to attack. Joel’s head was down, trying to get his light readjusted in his grip.

“Joel!” I yelled, getting his attention.

He sidestepped the attack just narrowly missing getting slashed. Now the man was running straight at me. I wasn’t sure what happened, but next thing I knew my ears were ringing, the man had fallen with a thud, and my hands were shaking as they gripped my now-raised gun.

What had I done?

I killed him. I killed someone. They weren’t even infected from what I could tell. Then I heard it. The howling of a dying man. I hadn’t killed him.

“You son of a bitch! You shot me!” He yelled, trying and failing to stop the blood that was coming from his stomach.

I hadn’t really aimed and he was so close that the bullet ripped him up pretty good.

It got worse though. The man had clearly gone insane because next thing I knew, as I stood there in shock, the man took his rusted knife and made a cut at the bullet wound. It wasn’t a huge one, but it was enough that he could stick his own hand into it. And that is what he did. At this point, Tess had grabbed me and was pulling me backward from the way we came and Joel was walking toward us to try and block out the man. He managed to, but not before I saw him pulling out his own intestines as he continued to bellow in pain. The last thing I saw was him finally go limp on the ground.

Once we got out, Jole made sure I was okay. I was still in shock and couldn’t find the strength to speak. So I just let him hold me for a few minutes before he began walking us back toward the QZ.

As we walked to the museum, the scene replayed over and over again in my head. It had traumatized me. Not only was that my first time killing someone, but what he did after being shot scared me. I can still hear his screams in my sleep sometimes.

“Earth to Yn?” Tess’s voice brought me out of my trance.

“Sorry, what?”

“Take this flashlight.” She held it out to me and I took it into my shaking hands.

“Okay, more ground rules,” she said, turning to Ellie, I didn’t listen to them as my eyes met Joel’s.

“You’ve been quiet.” He commented.

“Yeah, just reliving some trauma… you think he’s still in there?” I asked, referring to his dead body.

“Well, I doubt he had some kin to come collect his body.” Joel sassed.

“Joel quit being an ass. You know that scared the fuck out of me. I couldn’t sleep for a month without seeing him.” I said, tears welling up at the thought of it again.

“Hey, I’ll go ahead of you, if he’s there, close your eyes and I’ll guide you past it. Okay?” Tess offered.

I nodded, “Thank you.”

It was so weird that Tess was now being nicer to me since she figured out that I was pregnant. At least someone was, it’s not like Joel has been.

Joel went in first. He poked his head in and made sure the coast was clear once he was sure it was he went in and nodded for us to follow. I was still shaking as I followed him in, followed by Ellie, then Tess. I was zoned out to everything around me. I had one goal and one goal only: get in and get out of here. I vaguely processed Joel and Tess talking about something Ellie found but couldn’t focus enough to catch what was being said.

“Yn, you got that?” Joel asked, stepping in front of me.

“Hm?”

“Silent. Completely silent from now on.” He said and all I could do was nod.

Any other time I would’ve processed why we were being silent, but I just couldn’t right now, but I still went along with it. We made our way up the stairs, my little “friend” was on the second landing. I hesitated as we got closer. I was shocked when Joel stopped and nodded for Tess and Ellie to go passed. He stepped down closer to me and nodded, telling me the body was still there.

“Close your eyes.” He mouthed.

I nodded and did so. Then he grabbed my hand and carefully led me passed him. Joel tapped my arm and my eyes opened, we had made it past.

“Don’t look.” He mouthed before nodding me to go forward.

I went to take a step but something caught my attention. Up at the top of the stairwell, I swore I heard something. I shrugged it off as paranoia and continued to follow Tess up. Once we made it all the way up, Joel took over leading us. I was feeling a bit better having passed the body now, but something felt off.

We made it into an exhibit hall. Joel had once again made sure the coast was clear before we entered. We were back to our original lineup with Joel leading, then me, then Ellie and Tess in the back. I had made it through the doorway and was waiting for Tess and Ellie when I heard a rumbling sound. Just as they were crossing the threshold, the ceiling out in the hallway collapsed sending both of them to the floor. Joel and I were quick to help them up.

Then we heard it. Screeching and then… clicking. There was a Clicker in here with us.

Without saying a word, Ellie stayed behind me as Tess and Joel stayed ahead of me and we all moved together, slowly backing away from where we had heard the noises. I was shaking and had to bite my lip to keep from crying. Why did it have to be a damn Clicker? I would’ve much rather preferred to have another crazed man attack us than have to deal with one of them. It rounded the corner and I looked away, I didn’t even want to look at it.

As we continued to back away, I heard more clicking coming from another hall. When I turned to look, another was stumbling out. Our backs were against a display case as it stumbled around it. I watched in silent horror as it rounded the case and began to walk behind Joel. I was holding my breath to not make any sounds. Then, it all happened so fast. Someone exhaled just loud enough for it to hear. The Clicker turned and screeched at us.

Then, Joel was taking his gun and shooting at it. “Run!” He yelled at us as he tried to fight it off.

I was in complete defense mode and took off running. Tess and Ellie went one way and I split off the other way. I realized it was a stupid idea seeing as I had no idea how the fuck to get out of here and the way we had come in was now blocked off by the collapsed ceiling. It didn’t matter all that did was getting away. I heard thuds and more gunshots as I turned into another part of the exhibit. There were footsteps behind me and turned just in time to see Joel running and pointing for me to go in there. He followed in behind me, bringing the Clicker that was chasing him along with him. He pushed over one of the busts and it hit a glass display case, shattering it and distracting the Clicker. We hid behind a taller one and Joel very quietly reloaded his gun. Once he was done he glanced around us.

Then, he pointed to something past me. I turned and saw Ellie crouching behind a display by herself. I turned back to Joel and nodded before carefully making my way over to her. We got there and got her to follow us. We were inching our way to the other side when the sound of glass crunching under a boot made my heart drop. I barely had time to glance up and see the Clicker jump onto Ellie.

It had her pinned and she was doing her best to keep it away from her. I didn’t hesitate to aim my gun at it. I shot it once, twice before it stumbled off of her. Joel got her up and began rushing away with her. The Clicker stumbled for a moment before running at us once again. I fired at it again and again until it fell to the ground and I emptied two more rounds into its head.

I thought we were clear. I couldn’t hear the other but as I glanced around me I realized that Tess was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard it, the other Clicker. It was running at us before Tess got to it. She hit it with a hatchet which stopped its advances on us as it turned toward her. Joel quickly grabbed his rifle and aimed at it. Within two shots to its head, it too went down.

“Is everyone okay?” Joel asked.

“Twisted ankle, but… yeah.” Tess spoke up first before turning to Ellie, “You alright?”

“Well, I didn’t shit my pants, so…” She said but then rolled up her sleeve, “Well if it was gonna happen to one of us.”

“Hey,” Tess spoke up once again, “Let's get the fuck out of here.”

She began walking towards the window to lead us out and Ellie followed. Joel hung back for a moment.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded knowing he meant if I was physically hurt, which I wasn’t. Tears began to well up in my eyes, quickly wiped them, and just turned to follow the other two out of here. Once we got out, Joel helped Tess wrap her ankle while I helped Ellie cover the wound on her arm. As I tied off the bandage I could feel nausea creeping up my throat. I quickly but carefully hurried across the wooden planks to the other building where it was a bit more flat. I managed to get out of where they would be walking before dropping to my knees and hurling.

Once I was done, I sat back, catching my breath. I felt something tap my shoulder and opened my eyes to see Joel offering me his water canteen. I took it with a small nod.

“This is why you shouldn’t have come out here. It’s gonna get worse before it gets better. It’s still not too late to head back. You know the way back to the QZ from here.” He said gently, clearly trying to comfort me with his tone but his words did the complete opposite.

I spit out the water I was using to get the nasty taste out of my mouth before turning to him.

“You must be out of your damn mind if you think I am going back through there alone. I’ve never been out here by myself before. There ain’t no way in hell I am turning around and heading back by myself. I don’t care if you think it’ll get worse. You made it very clear this is my issue to deal with. If you’ve suddenly had a change of heart we can discuss it when we get back. We won’t be out here forever. We’ll get Ellie to the State House, get a truck, and then go to the radio tower to find Tommy. We’ll be gone a month, two months tops. I’m roughly 7-9 weeks is what the midwife said. So we will have plenty of time to discuss it then. Let’s just take care of this.” I said standing up and handing him back his canteen.

“Wait, you’re pregnant?” Ellie asked from where she stood near Tess.

“Yeah.” I sighed.

“And you came out here?” She was clearly surprised by my choice.

“Yup. Come let’s get moving.” I said, wanting the attention off of me.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Tess said nodding and leading the way.

We made our way to the edge of the building and from there you could see the golden top of the State House.

“Is it everything you’d hope it’d be?” Joel asked her.

“Jury’s still out. But, man, you can’t deny that view.” She said in awe.

“No, no you can’t.” I agreed, stepping up beside her.

“Come on, let’s try to get there before it gets dark.” Tess said before swinging herself around the edge of the rusty old fire escape ladder.

I went to go next.

“Should someone help her?” Ellie asked Joel.

“I got it.” I reassured her.

At least she genuinely cared. She followed behind me, and then Joel. We were pretty high up so it took a little while to climb all the way down.

Tess kept leading the way to the State House. I couldn’t help but feel like she was walking a lot faster than we were earlier. She was also seemingly trying to keep her distance from us. Anytime we tried to catch up too much, she speed up a little more. I wasn’t sure why she was in such a rush all of a sudden. Yes, we were trying to get there before it got dark but we were making good time.

When we finally made it, it was quiet. Too quiet.

“Where the fuck are they?” Tess asked the question that we were all thinking.

It was evident they had been here at some point seeing as there was one of their trucks parked out front still. They should be here. Joel went to check the cab of the truck. With his rifle in hand, he opened the passenger door and threw it open. Empty. However, I could see from where Tess, Ellie, and I were standing that there was blood splattered in the cab. Something had happened to them. Both Tess and I had our guns drawn ready to help Joel should he need it. He disappeared around the other side and when he didn’t signal us to follow or show up again we grew impatient and went to see what he had found.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tess asked.

“I don’t know.” He replied, staring at the empty truck.

“They went inside.”

We all turned to see what Ellie was talking about and sure enough there was a trail of blood leading up the steps. Then, without warning, Tess pushed pasted both Joel and me and grabbed Ellie by the arm, and began forcefully leading her up the stairs.

“Come on!” She said to the girl.

I turned to Joel to see if he had any clues about what just happened but he looked just as confused as I did. We both then followed after them. We were all shocked by what we found when we got inside. Everyone was dead. Tess looked panicked.

“I mean there’s gotta be like a fuckin’ radio or somethin’, right?” She asked as she began to frantically look around.

“Who killed them, FEDRA?” Ellie asked.

“No,” Joel began as he rolled the body closet to him over with his foot, “One of them got bitten. The healthy ones fought the sick ones. Everyone lost.”

I turned to see Tess still frantically looking around for something. “Tess, what’s going on?” “Where did Marlene say she was taking you?” She asked, ignoring my question and quickly approaching Ellie.

“I- I don’t know. Just west.”

“Just west.” She repeated to herself, “Fuck. Okay. Well, I mean, one of them’s gotta have a map on them right?”

Joel and I continued to watch her.

“Can you two help?” She snapped at us.

“No! Tess… it’s over.” Joel said.

“They wouldn’t risk having a map, Tess… I’m sorry.”

“Come on. We’re going home.” Joel said.

“That’s not my fucking home!” She yelled before taking a deep breath and standing back up, “I’m staying,” she said, much calmer, “I mean… our luck had to run out sooner or later.”

“Shit.” I whispered under my breath knowing what she meant.

“She infected.” Ellie said.

I watched Joel, wait to see how he would react.

“Show me.”

“Joel.” She went to take a step towards him only for him to take one back, away from her.

With a sigh, she grabbed the collar of her shirt and jacket and pulled it down revealing the infection at the junctor of her neck and collarbone. I covered my mouth and tried to breathe slowly as I felt a wave of emotions hit me. We may not have always gotten along the greatest but I’ve been around her for so long now that seeing her infected still made me sad knowing this would be the last time we saw her.

“Ellie take off your bandage.” She said.

The girl did as she was told and to my surprise, her bite was already almost completely healed. Tess walked over to Ellie and grabbed her arm to show Joel.

“This is real, Joel. She is real,” She then turned to me, “Promise you’ll get her to Bill and Franks.”

“I don’t know the way.” I said shaking my head.

“He’ll go with you. He would never let you go by yourself. He won’t have a choice but to go. So, please, promise me you’ll get her there. They’ll take her off your hands. They’ll handle it from there.”

I was nodding gas Joel kept saying “no” and arguing that they wouldn’t take her, but Tess was adamant that they would.

“Joel, this is your chance to set it all right. All the shit we did. Please say yes, Joel.” Tess pleaded.

I was watching with teary eyes, not crying yet, waiting for him to agree. But before he got the chance to say anything an infected screeched. I immediately pulled Ellie to stand behind me and brought my gun out and shot it. Joel still hadn’t answered. Instead, he ran towards the door. I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing but as soon as he opened it I heard the snarls of a hoard of infected coming our way. When I shot that one it must have woken all the others nearby.

“How many?” Tess asked.

“All of them.” “How long?” I asked.

“Maybe a minute.”

My heart dropped.

Everyone stood trying to think of something to do, knowing it was practically hopeless. Then, suddenly, Tess grabbed the rifle and walked over to one of the barrels. He knocked its cap off them and dumped its contents onto the floor. She did the same to two more. Then grabbed a basket of grenades and threw them down too.

“What are you doing?” Ellie asked.

“Making sure they don’t follow you.” Tess replied.

When I realized what she was going to do, my heart broke a little.

“Tess.” I began.

“Don’t. Don’t cry me. We never really got along anyways.” SHe joked half heartedly.

I laughed sadly and nodded.

“Hey, take care of them and save who you can save.” She said.

I nodded one last time before turning around.

“Hurry, let's go.” I said, grabbing Ellie’s arm.

“We can’t leave her!” She yelled.

“We have to!” I yelled back, following Joel out of the building.

We had made it less than a hundred yards when the explosion happened. We dropped to our knees for a brief second before standing back up and turning to face the building again. Joel and pulled out our guns, ready to shoot any infected that came our way. I could see them stumbling out of the building, on fire, but none came our way. When we decided we were as safe as we could be, we lowered our guns. I turned to Joel only to find him already staring back at me. Neither of us said a thing. There was nothing to be said. We just turned around and began walking away from the raging fire behind us.

a/n: are y'all okay with this long of parts or would y'all rather me break them up into smaller bits?? So far for this and the last part I've been doing a full ep a part... so would yall rather me keep them shorter or are yall cool with longer ones like this??

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