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sopebubbles · 11 months

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Seven

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: Hoseok goes into heat and everyone else struggles. I'm honestly not gonna give more away than that.

Warnings: talk of mpreg (thats just gonna come up a lot in this story), like one mention of a penis, we are mostly glossing over hobis heat tbh bc i dont feel like doing smut in this chapter, do alphas have a breeding kink? Or is that just their nature? 🤔 mentions of past abuse, homelessness

WC: 6.7k

If Yoongi had known ahead of time that Hoseok was going into heat, then of course he would not have offered to take someone's eight hour shift in addition to his own. Sometimes the needs to provide and protect really opposed each other. Fucking capitalism. He already hated the idea of it because sixteen hours was way too many to be away from you, especially when sitting across the room from you was a struggle. Yoongi wanted to be next to you, against you, touching your skin. Not in a sexual way. He figured that wasn't a possibility, and maybe wouldn't be for a very long time. That was fine. He had six lovers—well, five if you consider the fact that Yoongi and Namjoon loved each other very much but could never quite work their way around sex with one another. He didn't need that from you. He just needed you. He needed you to need him in a way he had always wanted to be needed, so he figured a little overtime when the opportunity arose would be a good thing to ensure he could provide for you.

Yoongi hadn't grown up with a pack or an alpha. His mother, a beta, claimed his father was an alpha who died before he was born, but Yoongi always thought it was more likely he just left them. He couldn't really blame the guy. Alpha was a big job to fill, at least if you did it right. Not everyone was cut out for it just because they were born an alpha. When he was fourteen, Yoongi's mom joined a pack with a new alpha, and although Yoongi never fully felt part of that pack, he did have a great deal of respect for the pack alpha who took them in and demonstrated what it meant to protect and provide.

After Yoongi had presented as an alpha, he dreamed of being the leader of his own pack, but his attempts to build a pack in his early twenties failed. He quickly learned that a pack wasn't made out of sheer force of will. You needed the right personalities and to work with each other. No amount of leadership could make love where there was none, and Yoongi wanted a pack that was bound by more than just convenience. When he met Jungkook, he found that a pack like that already existed, and if Yoongi had to sacrifice being its leader to be a part of it, he decided he could live with that. He could still be a good alpha even if he wasn't at the top.

Part of being a good alpha meant helping with heats, so it was frustrating not being able to leave work to be there like Jin could. Namjoon and Yoongi were lucky to have rut leave, but most sap employers didn't understand the importance of being available for packmates, so they just had to do the best they could. At least Seokjin and Taehyung could always be there, and Jimin was allowed a few days leave by his shelter for Hoseok's heats. Jungkook, too, would have to do the best he could, but he usually called in at least a couple of sick days to help out.

Yoongi's plan was to check on you first and then check in with the pack before getting a shower to wash off the scents of other people. Most likely he would try to do that before he even approached Hoseok or the omega would go crazy. As soon as he opened the front door, he could tell that his heat was in full effect. Hobi's brown sugar was thick molasses and his moans could be heard easily from upstairs. There wasn't a packmate in sight, which probably meant he was in full all pups in the nest mode. He might not be able to sneak that shower after all. But he still had to check on you.

The door to the first floor bedroom you had occupied for the last five nights was closed. Could you be sleeping through this? Or were you hiding instead? He decided to knock, but received no response. Fear clutched in his stomach. Could the pack have neglected you so much in their efforts to care for Hoseok that you had passed out again? Yoongi turned the knob frantically to get into your room, only for his heart to drop through the floor. All of the soft, fluffy blankets that Hoseok had made into your nest were folded neatly in a stack on the bed. There wasn't a piece of trash or mislaid item in the room. It was empty, and Yoongi didn't need to look for you to know you were gone. He checked the bathroom anyway, just to confirm what he already knew. He dragged both hands through his hair as if he could clear the fog of panic. Where did you go? How long have you been gone?

Maybe protecting is more important than providing.

"Fuck," he muttered just before hearing Hoseok's cry of ecstacy ring through the house. He didn't emerge from the room until a few moments later when he heard clumsy footsteps hurry down the stairs. He could easily recognize that they came from Jimin, so he stepped into the hall.

"Hyung!" Jimin called excitedly. "You're finally home!" The beta walked to the kitchen and began to load his arms up with cold water bottles. "Hobi just took his first knot so you better hurry and get changed before he starts getting super possessive. What's wrong, hyung?"

Yoongi looked away when the younger man looked at his face. "I'll take a shower down here and meet you up there in a minute."

"What about Y/N?"

"She's gone," Yoongi said softly. What was left of Jimin's smile collapsed.

"What?"

"Her room is empty. She's gone," he repeated.

Jimin dumped the bottles in his arms onto the kitchen table and hurried toward the spare room. "No, she was here a couple hours ago." He pushed the door open to check the scene but he found what the alpha said to be true. "Where did she go?"

"I don't know."

"When?"

"I don't know, Jimin." Yoongi felt empty, but he didn't want to blame it on them. He was the one who should have been there watching over you. He was the one who fucked up.

"But Jin told her she could stay. She said she'd think about it," Jimin spoke just as softly as he did.

"I guess she decided not to."

Jimin turned to his alpha looking for answers. "What do we do?"

Yoongi sighed and tried to contain his grief. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to leave the house right now and dig up every instinct of his to hunt you down through this city and bring you back where you belonged. But that would be barbaric and archaic of him, and exactly the opposite of what you needed. You must have left for a reason. It didn't mean they couldn't find you and convince you to come back. You weren't dead. At least you weren't injured, or at least he hoped. But that wasn't the only problem right now. He still had an omega in heat, an omega who he knew—even though he was convinced no one could care as much as he did—would also be worried about you, and disappointed that you were gone.

"I'm going to shower. You go help with Hobi. Don't say anything."

"But–"

"We have to wait for the right time. When he's a little clear headed," Yoongi reasoned.

Jimin nodded sadly, gathering the water bottles into his arms again. "Okay. Don't take too long." Yoongi pursed his lips and nodded. "Hyung, I'm sorry. I really wanted her to stay, too. I wish–"

"Let's discuss it later, Jimin," Yoongi cut him off and gestured toward the stairs for the beta to go. If Jimin got him talking about how much he wanted her there, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from leaving to find you. And as much as he wanted you, this was his pack right now, and he owed it to Hobi to be around. So he went to the shower you had spent yesterday afternoon cleaning and turned on the cold water. He tried his best to push his thoughts of you out of his mind and meditate his scent into something that wasn't too sad as he scrubbed himself clean. He couldn't think about where you might be right now. Where would you even go? Back to that awful shelter? Why couldn't you just stay? Was it something he'd done, or one of the other guys? Were there just too many of them? He could have taken you away, somewhere for just the two of you. No, he'd have to take Jimin, too. Fuck. He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He needed to think about his pack, not the omega who wasn't his. He let the cold water run steadily over his face for a long time, emptying his head of any thoughts except the feeling of the cold stream. Finally, he shut the water off and shook the water from his hair before he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

His hair was still dripping when he arrived at the landing outside the pack's nest room. Through the open door, Yoongi could see Hoseok lying on Namjoon's expansive chest while Jungkook wiped his neck and shoulders with a damp cloth. By the looks of it, Jin's knot had only just deflated, but he still laid behind his lover, talking in a whisper with Jimin while the beta fed him grapes.

Jin looked at Yoongi as he stepped carefully over a squeaky floorboard and into the room. He took in his naked chest and the towel slung low across his hips as the alpha came to the edge of the nest. Yoongi's eyes roamed over the pack omega as if asking a question.

"He just fell asleep," Namjoon answered, stroking his fingers through Hoseok's dark brown hair.

"Did you shower downstairs?" Jin asked. Yoongi nodded. "Was that a good idea?" The pack alpha asked and it almost sounded like a warning.

Yoongi looked at him sharply. "It wasn't a problem." He sat at the edge of the bed and Hoseok began to stir, clearly not deep in sleep.

"Yoongi?" The omega called softly.

Yoongi crawled up to lay himself over Hoseok's lower half, resting his chin on the man's hip. "I'm right here, my love."

"You're home," he mumbled and Yoongi hummed in response. "Bring little pup here. Need everyone in the nest."

Yoongi caressed the skin of Hoseok's side. "I would if I could, my love. But you know that I can't." Hoseok pouted. "She's not our omega. You are."

"Want her to be my omega," Hoseok moaned.

"I know, Hobi. Me, too."

Hoseok turned onto his back and pulled at Yoongi's shoulders to get him closer. "Alpha," he crooned. "Need your knot alpha." Hoseok pushed aside the towel from his hips to reach for his cock.

Yoongi kissed his lips softly. "I know you do, baby. But you know the rules. You can only have Jinnie's knot so you can have his pup," he reminded, brushing hair away from Hoseok's eyes. He looked over at the other alpha, who stared back with dark, intent eyes.

"You can fuck our sweet omega, Yoongi. You just have to use a condom," Jin said.

Yoongi suppressed a sigh. He'd always hated this rule of Jin's ever since it had started a year ago. Sure, they could fuck normally outside of Hobi's heat, but in order to ensure when he got pregnant, the baby would be Jin's, the others always had to use protection.

"I will, if that's what my Hobi wants," Yoongi agreed with a soft kiss to his scent gland. It wasn't that he was unwilling. He would still get to feel Hoseok. He would still cum. But his instincts knew that he wouldn't be able to breed his omega, and it left him feeling deeply unsatisfied every time.

Hoseok moaned, "Need to feel you alpha." So Yoongi took the condom that Jungkook offered.

Seokjin and Yoongi had grown up just as differently as you and Hoseok. Even if Yoongi's situation had never been as grim as yours, he knew what it was like to go without and to feel like an outsider. It was hard to make friends with other Lykos sometimes when the other kids had strict packs or so many siblings they didn't need other playmates. It certainly wasn't any easier to make friends with Saps, who would always treat him as a little different. And constantly moving as his mother did her best to keep them afloat in a world definitely not designed for single mothers never helped to maintain whatever friendships he did happen to make. Finding the pack and living with them for five years was the most stability he had ever known.

Seokjin’s life had been the definition of stability. He was born in the house where three previous generations of his family had lived. People wanted to be associated with him wherever he went—sure it was because of his connections to the most powerful Lykos in the country, but at least he never felt unwanted. His older brothers and sisters had been his playmates, at least until they all presented, and as the youngest he was always doted on. And then there was Hoseok, who had clung to Seokjin first and soon found he would never get away, not that he wanted to.

Jin's family had a long lineage full of stereotypical alphas. Not in brute force like in the days before integration with Saps where physical power was power. But they had learned in the early years to cultivate political power in the public sphere. Nearly every alpha in his family had a position in government, elected or otherwise. Seokjin had only narrowly escaped that career path because he had so many older alpha siblings, and because he managed to convince his mother that having a member of the family who wasn't involved in politics would make their image as a collective a little less power hungry. Deep down he didn't have the ambition. At 20, he already knew that he wanted to do enough to have a happy and comfortable life with the man he loved, and to not have to make the kind of sacrifices other members of his family had to make for power.

At home, the alphas of his pack had been the kind to demand respect and to dole out punishment when it wasn't immediately given. Seokjin had never wanted to be that kind of alpha, one who needed to be obeyed, or who purposely filled his pack with omegas and betas so that he would be on top. Unlike Yoongi, he hadn't aspired to be a pack alpha, only to be Hoseok's alpha. It just so happened that he met several other alphas that they both came to love—and if having more alphas for Hoseok took some of the burden off of him, then that was a bonus.

Jin had never shown such toxic alpha traits until a year ago, and since everyone had tiptoed around the subtle and not-so-subtle changes in his personality, no one knew what had changed. It had been a meeting with his mother, which had taken place at his office so none of the pack knew. It wasn't that his birth pack disapproved of his pack exactly. It was just that none of them could do anything to support the power of the family, so his mother in particular didn't see any reason to be involved with them very often. Only Jin and his husband were ever invited to public events, and for the most part everyone was perfectly happy with the situation. There was only so much limelight to go around and most of his siblings had no problems soaking it up.

That didn't mean his mother was disinterested in his future though. She was especially interested in him having pups. He and Hoseok had been married for nearly a decade now, without a single baby.

"We've just been waiting for things to get settled. It will happen when the time is right," he insisted once again. This conversation occurred at least twice a year.

"Well, settle them. You're the alpha. It's your job to decide when and how things happen for your pack, Seokjin."

"It's not that simple–"

His mother threw her hands in the air. When would her son learn to take some initiative? "Of course it is! You haven't added anyone to your pack in several years. I'd say things are quite settled. You need to have a child. You're not getting any younger, and neither is Hoseok. You have a bloodline to continue."

"Mom," he groaned. "You have half a dozen grandchildren already. Why do you need to pressure me?"

"It's not about quantity. Don't you want to be a father?"

"Of course I do." It was true. He'd always wanted a child with Hobi. That was never in question.

"Listen, Jinnie. Maybe it's time you consider adding another omega to your pack. A female omega might have an easier time conceiving and fewer risks–"

Seokjin pinched the bridge of his nose as he interrupted her. "I don't want another omega, mom! Hoseok is all I want or need."

"I know several lovely young ladies who might be a good fit for you! It doesn't have to be a love match."

"Mom!"

"You have too many alphas anyway. You need to even things out a little. If you brought in another omega it might put the other alphas at ease. Especially Yoongi. He might challenge you less if he had someone else to focus on."

"Mother! Yoongi and I are fine. We don't need someone else."

"Yoongi has the potential to be a pack alpha and I know you know that. He will take it from you if given the chance. You have to do something to assert your dominance in this pack. You need to have a child, and you need to be sure that it's yours."

You left the house so early the public library wasn't even open yet when you arrived. You nodded in acknowledgement at another regular before sitting on the concrete wall out front to wait. The sun was still rising, and the spring air felt cool and damp with dew. Your stomach rumbled. You should have eaten before you left the house.

Don't you think you've taken enough advantage of their kindness?

Yes.

Alpha would be mad if he knew I didn't eat.

He's not your alpha.

The opening of the library's front entrance took you mercifully out of your thoughts. A librarian stepped outside and held the door open, greeting the patrons who had gathered outside like you with a smile as you got to your feet. She was a Sap, but a kind woman you had spoken to on a few occasions. She always treated you and the other Lykos who came into the library with kindness.

"How are you today, Y/N?" The woman, Maria, asked as you approached the open door.

"I'm alright," you smiled politely. "It's still early."

She laughed softly. "Haven't seen you in a bit. Everything okay?" She closed the door after you entered and you waited for her to walk around to her desk before you answered.

"Just been busy. Can I get a guest pass for the computer?"

She typed something on her keyboard before looking at you again. "Did you lose your card?" You nodded in response. "We can get you a new one. I just need to see your ID."

You shook your head and she looked at you curiously. "I have my ID…but I don't live at that address anymore, and I know it's supposed to be current so…I'll wait until I find a new place and get one then." You fidgeted uneasily as you explained, your eyes downcast, so you didn't see her frown and her sympathetic eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear that." She clicked a few things on her computer and handed you a small ticket. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?"

You took the paper and shook your head. "I'll just be looking for jobs. It might take me a while…" you said apologetically.

"Take your time," she smiled encouragingly, and you turned away to find the computer at the back that you preferred.

It was always nicest to be here right when they opened, when it was still quiet. In a couple of hours story time would start and mothers would come in with their children, pulling them close to their sides and away from the homeless Lykos that often spent their time there. For now it was just you and a few others you recognized but had never spoken to. Even before you lost your home, you had been coming here frequently, since you couldn't afford your own internet. You'd come here the second day you arrived in the city and did pretty much exactly what you were doing now. Sometimes it was easier to start over than to try to hold onto what little gains you made.

You entered the code Maria had given you to log onto the computer and opened up the web browser, pulling up a job site you were familiar with. You didn't have any particular job you were searching for. Beggars can't be choosers after all. Instead of searching for job titles, you went straight to the filters, and your palms began to sweat.

Education level required:

You didn't even graduate high school, stupid omega. What job are you even qualified for?

Shut up! That's not my fault!

You chose "not specified" from the dropdown menu and moved on.

Benefits:

Heat/rut leave required: yes no

The cursor hovered over the yes box. You'd never checked it before. Never looked at what kind of jobs might be able to offer you that. Probably not anything you were qualified for. But you clicked it, just to see.

Your search delivered no results. Try adjusting your filters.

You don't need heat leave anyway. Just take your pills like you're supposed to.

But they make me so sick.

That's a small price to pay to not be bred like a Bitch.

…yeah

You clicked the 'x' next to the filtered option and searched again. This time the website populated a list of jobs for you to sort through. Most of them were ones you had seen before. Some of them were ones you had had before. Working in a store was hard because of all the scents. Scent blockers only took you so far. Restaurants and bars were similarly challenging and the hectic environment could be overstimulating. Delivery driver, but you didn't have a car. And to make matters worse, none of these jobs alone would pay enough for you to live by yourself, even the way you were living before.

Should have stayed with alpha. Then I wouldn't have to work.

You think house work isn't working? And what's your compensation? Getting beaten for every mistake, because you always fuck it up and tossed out when they're done with you.

Yoongi wouldn't do that. He was nice.

For now. And what about the others? Jin didn't seem to want you there at all.

He asked!

Only because Hoseok wanted him to and what about when he has a baby? Do you think they'd still want you? Or worse if he can't have a baby then they'll make you do it! You think their kindness comes for free? Nothing is ever free! Remember last time? You thought that pack was kind too. How long did that last before they showed you exactly what you're good for?

Stop it!

"Stop!" You hissed. "Just shut up!"

Everything around you felt suddenly still. You looked up to find several pairs of eyes on you, including Maria's. She walked toward you, and you wanted nothing more than to hide.

"Is everything okay, dear?" She asked softly as she stood by your computer station.

"I'm sorry. I'm fine," you assured her just as quietly, but her eyes told you she didn't buy it. "I have to go." You quickly picked up your bag from the floor beside you and rushed for the exit.

You'd already been over this multiple times since you overheard Jin and Hoseok's conversation yesterday, so why wouldn't the thoughts just stop? You made a decision and it was too late to go back on it so why were they still going round and round? You hadn't heard the first part of their conversation, but you had already known that Hobi was going into heat. Hence you were trying to clean up and help before you were kicked out. You weren't expecting Jin's offer at all, but you assumed between Jimin and Yoongi, and maybe Hoseok too, that they had talked him into at least offering. But he and Hoseok were trying to have a baby, and that wasn't as straightforward a process for everyone as they wanted it to be. And if it didn't work out for Hobi…well you knew about alphas who failed to have pups and how they could treat omegas who were easy, vulnerable targets, like you. So of course you left. You weren't an idiot.

Part of you hoped it would work out for Hoseok though. You might not trust alphas, but he seemed to trust his and to be loved by them. So he deserved to have everything he wanted.

It was hours before you were able to get in to talk to anyone at the True Life shelter. Luckily it was a nice morning once the sun had fully risen, not exactly warm, but warm enough in the hoodie you had stolen from Yoongi. There was a nice park between the library and the shelter, and you spent a few hours there trying to enjoy the sunshine and clear your mind. There wasn't anything else you could do, so you might as well try to find some peace while it lasted.

"You know the rules. If you don't check in, the contents of your locker are forfeit," the woman at the desk reminded you after explaining that all your belongings that you left behind while you were in heat were now gone. "If you're lucky, some of it may still be in the store."

The only thing more insulting than having them take the last of your belongings was having to buy them back at the second hand store the same organization ran around the corner. You stifled your groan. At least Hoseok had washed all your clothes that you had with you. At least now you didn't have to carry all your worldly goods with you.

"You find a place to stay?" The woman asked, loudly smacking the gum that she perpetually chewed. You shook your head. "Got an open bed tonight if you need it."

"Thanks," you mumbled. There was something in the way she looked at you that always made you feel so small.

"You know the deal," she said as she placed a bottle of heat suppressants on the counter in front of you. You pulled your own bottle out of your purse and rattled it in front of her.

"I have plenty."

She quirked an eyebrow as if mentally doing the math and knew something wasn't adding up. "You taking them like you're supposed to?"

You tried to keep your expression neutral as her eyes didn't stray. After several long seconds, you twisted the cap off the bottle and shook one large pill into your hand, shoved it into your mouth and swallowed it dryly.

She looked at you a moment longer while your throat worked to get the vile medicine down. Then she grabbed a bottle of water from the counter behind her. "Well, don't choke on it," she snorted.

After taking a big drink to clear your throat you opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out at her. "Happy?"

"Delighted," she deadpanned. "Come back at six."

You nodded and walked out of the building. At least soon enough your stomach would hurt so much you wouldn't feel hungry anymore. There were silver linings all around.

Jimin hasn't been sleeping well. At least not at night. He's been napping with Hobi during the day between sessions, since he's the omega's favorite cuddle buddy at the moment. But whenever the whole pack went to sleep for the night, Jimin found himself lying awake, wondering where you were sleeping. It had been a few days by now, so had you gone back to True Life? Had you tried for somewhere better? He knew most of the shelters were always at capacity. He hoped you weren't sleeping outside. It was too cold for that still and you'd only end up getting sick.

Why didn't you just stay? Was it purely fear? Too many strangers, too many alphas? Or was it something about them, just one of them? Had he upset you so much the other night that you felt you couldn't stay. The afternoon he saw you with Hobi it seemed like you might be getting comfortable.

Jimin sighed and stared holes into the ceiling while his packmates slept. He rolled to his right, where an empty space had been left for Yoongi. Yoongi. Jimin had never seen the alpha quite like that. He knew how protective Yoongi could be, but nothing he'd ever seen compared to how Yoongi looked at you. Alphas don't really court betas in the way that they do omegas, but even when Yoongi and Jimin first started dating it hadn't been nearly as obvious how badly Yoongi wanted him. (He had wanted Jimin almost as badly, but maybe not quite so desperately).

But Jimin also knew everything was different with you. He had been the one to bring you to his alpha after all, and had thrown you into this strange situation. You were an omega for starters and that would always set off an alpha, although it hadn't seemed to affect the others quite as much. Maybe it was Yoongi's affinity for lost people. Maybe it was just the fact that you were so small and in need of protection. All alphas want to protect, but not all omegas need it in the way you do. Hoseok doesn't. But even Jimin felt the urge to cover you from the rest of the world. And he couldn't lie, he sort of loved how small you were, the fact that he was bigger than you. He hadn't gotten the chance and maybe he never would, but it didn't stop him from thinking about what it would be like to hold your small frame, be able to sniff the top of your head like Jungkook always does and feel for once like he could protect someone else.

Jimin was awake when he heard Yoongi come home and it lightened his mind fractionally, knowing that soon the alpha would be next to him, where he needed him. It's hard to mark the passage of time in the dead quiet of night, but Jimin was sure several minutes had passed since he heard any shuffling from downstairs. Carefully, he rolled to the edge of the nest and to his feet. He didn't want to stress Hobi if he woke to two packmates missing from the nest, but he also needed to see Yoongi. Jimin tiptoed over each creaky floorboard of the staircase down to the first floor. The alpha wasn't in the living room or the kitchen, which meant he could only be in one place. Jimin found the man laying on the bed in the spare room, sobbing gently into a comforter that had been part of your nest.

"Yoongi hyung," Jimin breathed as he laid on the bed behind him, pressing himself against the lines of his body. "What are you doing in here hyung? Hm?"

Yoongi took a deep breath and tried to quiet the sobs. If anyone but Jimin had found him like this he would have been humiliated, but nothing ever felt embarrassing with him. "I can't stop looking for her everywhere, Jiminie," he spoke through his tears. "I keep fearing I'll show up at a call, and she'll be the one who's hurt. And I feel relieved and sad all over again every time it isn't her. I just want to know that she's safe."

Jimin wrapped his arm around his chest and squeezed Yoongi closer to him. He laid soft kisses against his neck, but the alpha still struggled to calm himself.

"Earlier tonight we got called to this accident. A girl was hit by a car and she was face down in the road. There was blood everywhere. And for a minute I really thought it was Y/N. But she was a sap girl. Y/N is so small, like a little girl, how is she going to be okay on her own. She needs-" Yoongi broke off in another sob. He hated to be this wrecked, but if he wasn't sad he would have to be angry, and he hated to be angry. He didn't want to be the kind of alpha who acted like everything had to be his way and get upset if it wasn't. That was never Yoongi. He wasn't trying to be petulant. He just couldn't help his grieving. "I don't know what it is, Jimin," he admitted. "I don't know why I'm so attached to her. But I just feel it in my chest. I can't just let her go. I'm sorry."

Jimin laid his head on top of his alpha's and spoke softly next to his ear. "You don't need to apologize, hyung. Not to me or anyone else. Whatever you're going through, I don't think it can be understood rationally. It's just a feeling, and that's something you should listen to. Your instincts are always right."

"Thanks, Jimin," Yoongi sighed, finally calmed from his sobs.

"You're a great alpha. She'd be lucky to have you, like I am." Yoongi found Jimin's hand and laced their fingers, appreciating his words.

"What's going on? Where's Y/N?" Hoseok asked, flipping the light switch and suddenly blinding them. Yoongi sat up, rubbing his puffy eyes against the brightness.

"She's gone, Hobi," he answered hollowly.

"Gone? Gone where?" Hoseok hadn't been out of the nest room for nearly three days. The alphas had been keeping him distracted, keeping him in bed and satisfied and well-fed so he'd never have to leave. Now he looked around the room for any trace of you.

"We don't know," Jimin admitted. He rubbed his hand soothingly up and down Yoongi's back.

Hoseok stared at the two of them, dumbfounded. "When did she leave?"

"A few days ago? I'm not sure exactly when she left but she was gone by the time I got home from work on Wednesday."

Hoseok huffed. How long had they kept it from him? "And today is?"

"Saturday."

"Saturday! Were you planning to tell me?" Hoseok asked.

"I didn't want to spoil your heat. I figured if you were upset you might not be as interested in sex and then Jin…" Yoongi tried to explain.

"Jin what?"

"Nothing. He's just been very touchy about your last few heats, and I didn't want to make him more upset." Yoongi rubbed his hands across his red face.

Hobi swallowed. He knew Yoongi was right but that didn't mean he shouldn't have been told. You'd been on his mind even if he knew you couldn't be in his nest. "Jin's just been stressed," he defended, but neither of the others responded. "Were you planning to sleep in here?"

Yoongi shook his head. "I was planning to shower and then come to bed but I…I just had a rough night at work and I needed a minute."

Hoseok sank onto the bed on his other side, where Yoongi had the comforter pulled partially over his lap. He pushed the alpha's bangs back to look at his red eyes. "Have you been crying?"

Yoongi pulled his face away to hide in his hands. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, throat thick with shame.

"Baby, you don't need to apologize. I was just surprised. I've never seen you cry before. Not in six years."

"You aren't supposed to see me cry."

Hoseok scoffed. "That better not be some toxic alpha bullshit, Yoongi." The man reddened further at the admonishment. "You wanted her to be your omega. It makes sense you would be upset. You really felt something for her."

"You're my omega," Yoongi responded.

Hoseok shook his head. "I know that. Doesn't change anything." He ran his fingers into the alpha's hair and pulled his head to rest on his shoulder. "I wanted her to be my omega, too."

Jimin leaned into Yoongi's back. "I can't speak for anyone else, but I wanted her as an omega, too."

Hobi hummed with a thought. "The three of you would've made a cute little pack."

Jimin tilted his head up on Yoongi's shoulder to look at him. "Emphasis on the little."

Jimin pulled away, taking his alpha with him. "You know how to ruin a moment."

"Sorry," Hoseok chuckled. "Will you two please come upstairs? Can't sleep without all my pups in the nest."

You managed to get over your embarrassment to go back to the library a few days later, but finding a job still wasn't any easier. You were tired of losing a job as soon as they found out what you were and just as tired of pretending to be something you weren't. Not that you were ready to embrace your omega, either. But trying to pass for a sap was getting exhausting. You were too small for a Sapien adult. If you could choose you'd rather just give up altogether, but the last time you'd made that choice you'd been lured by comfort into the hands of two bad alphas. So you'd have to keep trying. And you knew there was one person who could help you.

There were two youth shelters in the city, and on Monday when you went to one they told you no one named Jimin worked there. You felt so foolish that you didn't bother trying the other one, but on Tuesday morning you plucked up your courage and walked to the Open Door shelter. When you walked in, there was an omega female at the desk who gave you a kind but instantly regretful smile.

"I'm sorry, hun. All our omega dorms are full today," she informed you.

You stepped forward to lean on the counter, casting a curious look around the place. Teenagers were milling about, coming and going freely, able to spend the days indoors rather than on the streets. Through one door you could hear the sounds of some people playing basketball.

"I'm not here for a bed. I'm looking for someone." You drummed your fingers against the vinyl countertop.

"Sorry, kid. I can't give out the names of people who are staying here."

"No. I'm looking for an employee. His name is Jimin."

Recognition flashed in her eyes. "What's your name, hun?"

"Y/N," you answered quietly.

"Let me go see if he's busy," she told you before she walked through a door behind the desk.

He's busy. At work, dumbass. You shouldn't be bothering him.

He said he could help. Maybe he'll take you home.

You don't have a home.

Alpha is home.

Don't be an idiot.

You moved over to a chair against the wall opposite the desk to wait, anxiously eyeing the door you came in through.

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stray. pt.4

joel miller! x fem! reader

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summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

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warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff..

warnings for chapter 4; as always reader being a bad bitch, guns, blood, fighting, clickers, wounds, weapons, threats, torture, murder, deaths, s3xual @ssault (no r@pe) , mentions of r@pe, tension, arguing, cursing, anxiety, angst angst angst, loss, mourning, ptsd…

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“You’re not going.”

“But why?!” Ellie whines, shaking her hands. Exasperated.

“ ‘Cause you’d get me killed, brat.” you were packing on Larry’s house. You had a mission on the nearest city, a dirty job, but a good job. “Have you forgotten that you’re the most wanted kid in the entire world right now?” you ask her and she closes her mouth on a thin line. “Right.”

You roll your eyes, getting your water bottles and food to put them inside.

“It’s too dangerous even for you, y/n.” Larry says, sighing, tired. You two had been arguing about it for hours now.

“Larry. I’ve already tell you. If I get that motor for Maria she has promised to send us weekly food and resources. That could really help us out here, even more after this season…” you repeat, over and over again. He knows it’s a good deal. A deal you cannot pass on.

“But those men…” he tries, he really tries, but you are stubborn.

“Those men are nothing. I can take them.” you respond, and he doesn’t seem happy.

“No. Joel is going with you.” you look at him with a horrified look in your face. “Will you go with her. Joel?”

“No.”

“Sure.”

You look at him and he simply shrugs.

“FEDRA will be there.” you point out.

“I can use a cap.” you scoff.

“As if a cap would help you.”

“Believe me, they probably won’t even notice me. They’re mostly looking for Ellie, not me.” you sigh and Larry smiles, content. You hate him.

“If you die I’m leaving you behind.” you warn him and he nods.

“I hoped you would.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“Here.” Larry gives him a knife already sharpened and ready to cut. “You have a gun, am I right?” Joel nods and pats his back. “Okay. This mission needs to be quick. You get in there at night. Put them down slowly, no struggling and no shooting unless is necessary. We don’t want them to notice you’re there. You get the motor and you run, I’ll have Blair waiting for you with a car ready to get you back home, alright?”

“I still find it unfair. So he can go and I can’t?” Ellie whines and you give her a look that makes her cross her arms and huff, sitting back on Larry’s dinning table and taking a bite of his ham sandwich.

“Okay. I’m ready.” you say, hiding the last of your daggers on your ankles and wrists.

Joel takes his back and you two leave the house after having said your goodbyes. You had promised Lizzy to come back soon, in the mean time, she’ll have Ellie, since she’ll be staying with Larry.

You don’t talk to him, you hate it when people mess with your plans or things. You worked better off alone.

He followed you out of town and through the gates, the beep of the alarm on your backs letting you know it was newly locked.

Joel got on your left, and just tagged along. “We need to go up north a little bit and go right on the woods. Then we’ll get to the city. The most dangerous zone is a couple of km from here. There have been spotted various clickers.”

“Is there a way to avoid them?” he inquired.

“Sadly no. The safest way is right now completely occupied by a rebellion against FEDRA. They are really aggressive and don’t like outsiders.” you said.

“Tell me about it…” he muttered, remembering the first time Ellie and him were attacked while trying to get though one of those cities by car. “Well, it just means we’ll have to be more careful.”

“Just keep your eyes open and don’t stand on my way.”

He cocked his gun in a swift move.

“Copy that.”

“You got it?” you whispered, his arms extended and eyes focused on a stray infected on your way. You had walked around 2km and reached the dangerous and restricted zone. In a blink the infected was down. Shot straight to the head.

“I got it.”

Joel and you hadn’t talked much, only when necessary. It was normal. This silence in between the two of you. He didn’t know how to talk to you. You didn’t know either. Did you even want to?

He was a good fighter, not like you had suspected of their almost death the first time you had met him. He had a great stance, great aim. Maybe the fear of Ellie getting hurt had gotten the best of him. But that had been a mistake that could have cost him everything. Although you could understand.

“Let’s go.” he said, going to take a step forward, but before he could, you were dragging him backwards and in a quick movement pressing him against the wall. The building was cold and dark, creaks could be heard every now and then, and the paper of the walls was falling apart. Some bits stuck to his jacket. “What-“

You pressed a hand to his mouth, your eyes never meeting his but the door next to the both of you. Joel’s eyes did the same, and his chest got stuck in a new breath when he finally heard it. You were tightly pressed against him, trying to not be seen. The big heavy steps came closer, the sound of rotten flesh shifting with every thud. The bloater came into your point of view and you gritted your teeth.

Motherfuckers. You hated them. Every and each one of them. More than any type of infected. It had been a long time since you had seen one. A year to be exact. You knew it wasn’t the same bloater that had tore apart Laura. It couldn’t be. But you felt your blood rush, boil, the need to destroy him just like he had destroyed your most important person in the world.

But with that rage came too the fear. The panic. Your body froze, and your limbs shook. The images of that ominous day coming to your mind like flowing acid water that left you with a knot on your throat.

Joel placed a hand over yours when he felt them tense against his chest. You looked at him due to the recent touch, his eyes stare into yours. Soft brown and caramel touch. ‘Breathe’, you could read on them. ‘I’ll kill them. All of them.’ he could read on yours, your mind strong against your body, who seemed to be about to fall apart.

That silence again. A full out loud conversation made just with stares.

‘It’s not worth it.’ he shook his head, pointing out the obvious danger. Where a bloater goes a million clickers could appear.

You let go of his mouth when you could no longer hear it. It had gotten lost in the building once again, away from you. His hand was still on yours, his heartbeat bellow your palm. He was alive. He was here. You were not alone. This was not the past. Laura was dead. Joel was alive.

You got away from him as if he was burning and you were gasoline, about to combust.

He was alive. You were not alone.

That made your blood run cold, freeze in your veins and make you ache. Bitter and sweet, like lemonade on a fresh cut.

“Let’s go.” you said, and he looked at you, when you were about to walk away taking you from your hand and making you stop.

“Let’s go through the fire scape.” he pointed at the windows, where you could see the steps and stairs.

“It could fall apart. The erosion could have bitten it apart.” you said, and he pursed his lips, thinking.

“Could be. But if we continue we’ll meet the bloater again.” he argued and you rolled your eyes.

“Then we’ll kill it.” you said, and he gave you an stern look.

“It’s a suicide. We’re only two and with mere guns. We won’t be able to take it down.” you fight against his grip, as if you could prove a point, make him believe you were strong enough to take it alone. “y/n.” he said your name, and your body froze. “You’re still hurt. We can’t take the risk.” he said, and for once, you listened, ‘cause you muscles lost their tension and your skin softened under his touch. “Let’s try the fire scape.” you looked at him for what it seemed to be hours.

Follow me. Trust me. I’m here.

Your throat was aching to say fight more, stubborn as always. But you knew he was speaking the truth, and you had to take it even if it hurt your heart. Even if you couldn’t get your vengeance today.

“Fine. But if you fall it’s all your fault.” you said and he scoffed, letting you go as he walked towards the window that led to the fire scape and opened it. “You go first. I don’t have to die too for your stupidity.” you pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“As you wish.” he shrugged and stepped outside, the fire scape not making even a sound. It was perfectly stable. “Told you so.” he smiled, cockily. You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up and move.” you said as you crossed the window to the other side and followed him.

The night quickly fell on your shoulders, and the city welcomed you with the remains of its busting energy. There were only a few people left on the streets, probably late workers getting ready to get home after an exhausting day.

You gave him a nod towards a hidden alley and he followed you with now his gun on hand. You managed to slowly open the door to the building where the motor was supposed to be stored, using a clip that has been seating on your hair. Joel was impressed, but again, this was a really hard world, and you learned things to adapt to it.

You slowly creaked open the door, gun looking right, then left. Clear.

Joel closed it behind his back when you waved your hand, stepping in. You cocked your head towards the right and started walking. The hallways were dark, dusty and old with multiple doors that you passed by as quickly and as carefully as you could, checking then one by one.

It was not long before you found the motor, after five minutes of searching room by room. It was in what it seemed to be an storage/meeting room, a really big one, with tables and a couple of sofas on the left. There were guns and bookcases and…

Next thing you knew, there was an arm around your neck. You choked, fighting the person that had attacked you. You heard Joel grunting at your back.

“Got him!” a male voice said, and you groaned as they dragged you further into the room, a girl snatched your gun away from you with a kick.

“Not as pretty as the one I’ve got.” the male at your back laughed, and your wrists were grabbed with his free and big hand, fingers digging on your skin and bruising it up. Your tries to kick him again were in vain, because in just a matter of seconds you were on the floor, his body pressing against you and making it hard to breath. The arm that surrounded your neck had retracted, his hand pushing your face against the floor. “Such a pretty little thing…” he smiled, and your heart jumped, a moan of pain leaving your lips when he tugged on your hair, bringing your face closer to him.

Joel was at your right, in the same position as you, fighting the buffer man on top of him.

“Don’t touch her!” he said, but he got kicked on the face by a blonde hair, breaking up his lip with her combat boot. Joel hissed and she laughed.

“You really thought it could be that easy? Get in here and walk right out?” she scoffed, taking a step closer to you and kneeling just the slightest to catch your face in between his fingers, fiercely digging her nails on your skin. “Who do you work for?” she asked, and you simply spat on her face, making her close her eyes and fall silent for a couple of seconds before she smirked, looking at you with malice in her eyes.

“Bob.” he simply said, and you had to watch as the man on top of Joel took his head and bashed it against the floor, making a breech open on his forehead.

“No!” you screamed, but you got silenced with a punch so strong that made your ears ring.

“Hey! Don’t touch her face! I want her all pretty for me later.” the man pinning you to the floor said, and the girl stood up, a golf stick now shinning brightly in between her hands.

“You bitch…” you said, and she smiled.

“Better watch what you say… Wouldn’t want your boyfriend here to pay for it, right?” she teased, and swung at his ribs, making his face contort in pain and a groan leave his lips. “Who. do. you. work. for?” she asks, Joel this time, and he doesn’t answer. “Fine.” she swung again, but this time he hit his head, blood pouring on his skin.

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!!!!” you screamed at the guy pinning you down, fighting him off as she got Joel’s ribs, making him scream in pain. “Fuck!!!!!”

“I love the tough ones. Always the ones that cry the hardest on bed.” he said, and once again banged your head against the floor. “Should I make it quick?” he said, and Joel glared at him. “Maybe I could even do it right here, in front of your little friend. I bet he would love that, huh?” he said with a smirk, and you felt your skin crawl when his tongue met your neck, sucking there ‘till you hissed.

“I’ll fucking kill-“

Your eyes widened when Joel was cut off by another swing to the head.

You screamed when he slumped against the floor, blood dripping onto the floor from the wound on his forehead, which got bigger. “You’re gonna fucking die!” your gaze was strong, your words directed to the girl that now walked towards you with an amused smirk on her face. “Fucking bitch, I’m gonna-“

But you moaned in pain when she kicked you on your side, three times, making you curl on yourself and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“What did you say? You ‘want me to kill him’?” she mocked you, cocking her head, stepping back towards Joel.

“Finish him off, already, Jade. We’ve got things to do.” the brunette girl that had kicked your gun away and now stood guarding the door said, making the blonde roll her eyes.

“You’re always so fucking boring, Ray. You never let me have fun.” she pouted.

“Joel, wake up.” you said, fighting to get away, trying to make him come back to you and live. “ WAKE THE FUCK UP!” you screamed, your breathing ragged.

Your blood was rushing through your veins, burning you from the inside out. Your whole body trembled and shook.

“Yeah. That’s right. Watch the little rat die. I promise you will be right behind, pretty girl.” the boy on your back said, whispering and kissing your ear. You felt the urge to vomit. “But we’ll have a little bit of fun before though, what do you think, hm?” your eyes landed on the gun scattered just a couple inches away from you. “I promise I’ll be good to you…” he said, one of his hands now leaving your head and pulling aside the neck of your shirt to reveal more skin, his hips grinding against your ass.

Big fucking mistake.

“I won’t.” you spat and with a quick movement for your leg you rolled on yourself, hit his legs that straddled you. He lose balance, falling at your right. With a quick swift of your hand you had your dagger in hand the one that had been hiding on the ankles of your pant and that now you dug on the neck of the asshole that had been touching you just mere seconds ago.

He let out a scream that soon turned into a gurgling mess of blood and gasps that couldn’t fill his lungs.

“Axel!” Ray was quick to react, gun and hand and finger pulling the trigger to shoot at you, but you dodged it by rolling on the floor.

Her body was the next one to hit the floor, your dagger perfectly placed in between her two eyebrows. She was lying in a pool of her own blood by the time you got to your gun, but you groaned when one of the last two standing shoot at it and pushed it away from your reach.

You stood up as quickly as you could dodging multiple of missed bullets. You went straight to the guy, that had been pinning Joel to the floor and that now stood on his feet, your legs aching at the effort.

“Finish that rat off!” he screamed at his blonde friend as he recharged his gun. He groaned and struggled with you as you fought for his gun once once you’ve taken a hold on it —a little trick you had learned years ago— twisting it to dodge a new bullet. He almost had it, though you were quicker than him and, once your eyes had found it lying in the floor not far away from you, you took ahold on a bat with nails that you supposed they had used to beat the shit out of others like you. It was the divine intervention that you needed.

At this point blood was decorating your skin in little freckles. A painting of death and revenge in the hands of the wrong artist. You were still thirsty for it, you were on the hunt for more. You couldn’t see, only red and the ghost of his bodies. Rage was taking ahold on you. Mind was turning blank.

Your veins screamed for death.

The nails dug on the side of his face as you swung, his eyes rolling back as his jaw falling slack. You could see some of them sticking through his cheek and onto his mouth.

You were sure to have hit the brain once he had fallen on his knees as you pulled from it, brain matter decorating your shoes. You took his gun, and with a quick twist of your body, you shot the last girl standing —which was the one who had been beating Joel with a golf stick— on the stomach before she could give him the final blow.

“Fucking bitch!” she groaned in pain, hands falling to the bleeding hole on his body.

You shot her again, this time to both his legs, making her fall, the golf stick clinking onto the floor. You were going to shoot again, somewhere that would hurt but not kill her yet, but the gun had ran out of bullets. You clicked your tongue and threw it aside, making a dent on the wall at your right.

You almost felt the need to laugh when you saw her crawling her way to the emergency door in the room, away from you and Joel’s semi-unconscious body, who slowly came back to his senses.

Your steps were the only sound filling the room as you approached her, her heavy breathing and pants adding to the melody of an incoming death.

You were gonna bash her fucking skull in.

When you got to her, you kicked her hard on the stomach, winning new stains on your dusty jeans. Maybe you’d leave them. Maybe you’d grow fond of them. Let’s see how many more you’d get after you were done with her.

You were breathing hard, your chest heaving with every puff of air you could get, though no oxygen seemed to be enough for your body, for your dizzy and gone mind.

Not again. Not again. Not again.

The scream that she left when you kicked her once again could made anyone shiver, but not you.

I’ll kill them. All of them.

She was finally on her back, bleeding out on your feet. And if you were someone else, you would have felt mercy. But you were just you.

So you rose the bat and swung, blood splattering all over your face and clothes when you did it again, and again, and again…

Your arms hurt, your lungs burned, your body shook…

She was already dead. But it was not enough.

No. Not this time. This time I’ll be strong enough. This time I won’t be left alone. This time he won’t die. Joel won’t die. Not him. Not again. Not like Laura did. He won’t…

And suddenly you could breath, strong arms surrounding you from the back and stopping you with force. You fought back his grip, his hushing, his soft voice promising that you were okay. That he was okay.

He could see it in your eyes. That fear. The same fear that he had fought for decades. The same demons.

He had seen them take a hold on you while you fought, he had seen you lost yourself on the blood.

“It’s okay.” he muttered, and you hands let go of the bat, your eyes fixed on the corpse in front of you, completely unrecognizable, your crimson hands, your messy clothes… “y/n.” he called out your name and your eyes swelled with tears that you fought to not let show… Your palms burned due to the friction of the wood, blisters rising up on the skin.

His eyes found yours when he turned you around and away from the bodies that you had left behind, trying to get you to focus on him.

He too had been through this. Through this rage, through this mourning and need for blood.

“I’m here.” he said, and just in case, repeated his words, slower, softer. “I’m here.” you slowly let him bring you into his arms, your cheek pressed against his heart, where you made sure that it was true. He was here. He was okay. He was alive. You were not alone.

And Joel made as if he had not noticed the way your hands had clutched and fisted his shirt, tugging him closer.

The look that Blair has given you when you had taken the motor back to the car was…, well it was an understatement.

She tried to make your eyes meet hers, gaze digging holes on your body. But you were too gone to say something. Too deep inside your head to be able to speak. You were staring at the nothingness, at the blood on your hands.

You didn’t recall the way back to the town, nor how you had ended up on the back along with Joel, who silently looked at you and made sure you were okay. You had always been silent, but this time it was different. You were as still as a corpse, your eyes lost and hands trembling every now and then. He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what was the right thing to do, the right thing to bring you back to the present, ‘cause it was obvious you were caught in between it and the so painful past that you always avoided.

The doors made a beep that let the car in as they opened and closed shut behind it, securing you inside. You were back home. You were safe. But were you? Was the person on your left safe for you?

Joel’s face was a mess. Busted lip, a cut on his right cheek that had already stopped bleeding, swelling eye, bleeding forehead… He had cuts all over his arm, the same arms in which you had been in between just a mere hours ago. The same arms that had made sure to stop you from falling apart.

“What the hell happened?!!” Larry was quick to approach the two of you in the middle of the night, being drawn by the noise of the car, flashlight on hand. Ellie was right behind, fully awake. It seems that she hadn’t been able to sleep at all, not when you and Joel weren’t around, when she wasn’t ‘safe’.

Ellie froze when she looked at you, Larry with eyes shot open. You were bathed in blood, new deaths weighing your body.

You didn’t look at them.

Joel explained, explained that you and him had been caught with your guards down, that the mission had went wrong before you had fixed it. Before you had killed all that people…

Larry took your face between his hands and you looked at him. His eyes were concerned, his hands inspecting for new wounds, for danger. You were okay. It wasn’t your blood. Then, he hugged you. He hugged you so hard you almost couldn’t breath. You were like a ghost in between his arms. Lifeless, lost. You mind had too much to think about, your mouth too little to say.

Ellie didn’t move. She couldn’t. Didn’t know how to react, how to move or talk. She could breath when Larry had promised that you were okay, that everything was okay. But her hands were shaking, and a pang of pain crossed your chest in fear that it was because of you. Was she scared? Had you finally become the same monster that had killed your family…, your friends?

The apartment was too cold. So cold you were freezing under your sticky clothes. Larry had made sure the three of you were back inside, secured, still shaken up by the thought that he could have almost lost you, lost a daughter.

That was when you started to move. Your feet unable to stop.

You didn’t know where you were going until your hands were on the handle to Laura’s door, didn’t even realized you had finally opened it after a year of solitude —or ignoring it was even there— too fearful to try and step inside.

Ellie, Larry and Joel were looking at you. Frozen in place, unable to move or speak as you closed the door at your back and buried yourself on your best friend for the longest time after her death.

It smell so much like her it made your eyes water. Her paintings and sketches all over the walls. Polaroids decorating the empty spaces, photos pf the two of you when everything was perfect —as perfect as it could be in a world like this—. Books left unfinished where left at the feet of her bed, her night table still had her favorite one left open on her favorite page. Alice in wonderland.

Your heart plummeted with your body on her bed, on her unmade bed that felt like giving her a hug, like having her close. That smelled like the stupid citrus stupid shampoo he used for her curly hair…

Your hands tugged on one of her pillows, your body curling around it trying to find her. Trying to find her warmth, her own beating heart. But you only could feel your own, your own shattering one.

You were staining the sheets with blood. Destroying that already broken place that you had been to scared to walk into. But you couldn’t care less. ‘Cause maybe that’s what would make you finally clean them up and put them inside her wardrobe, which peeked open at your right. Maybe…, this new blood could make you move on, even if it hurt.

You closed your eyes, ignoring the stickiness of your body, the weight of your drenched clothes, and cried. Cried in the silence that she had left behind, cried in the fear that had caved in you today after years of fearless guts.

For the first time in a year you had been scared. Scared of this world. Scared of a new death. Scared of your heart breaking again.

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UNDER THE WEATHER

Everyone is getting sick once again thanks to covid and the flu having another go around and I had two requests for a sick reader so headcanon time

Warnings: sickness, this is super fluffy, domestic Rika, fussy Rika, Rika taking care of you when you’re sick, gn! Reader, this is honestly really cute and domestic, so fun to write

Character: Rika of the Elite Four

Requests: OPEN

Sickness has been knocking everyone down these past years but its always before Christmas where it comes to a head

But don’t worry good ol’ Rika will take care of you

Rika will realize almost immediately that you are sick

She is incredibly perceptive when it comes to you so she notices when you wake up with a stuffy nose and a hoarse voice with a groggy look in your eye

She will immediately call you out of work, email your professors if you are a student, do whatever she needs to do to make sure your day is freed up

Don’t even try to get out of bed

Rika will not let you

She will be making sure you have medication at hand and if you don’t she will be going to the pharmacy to get some medication that you can take

After you’ve taken medication Rika will absolutely be making you some hot tea with honey to help soothe your sore throat and to give your body a little boost for fighting off whatever ails you

If the tea gets cold dont worry, Rika will warm it up again for you and she will make sure you drink it all

Hot tea is really helpful for whenever you’re sick and can help clear up your sinuses so save Rika some extra fussing and drink the tea

She just wants to make sure you feel better as soon as possible

She can’t have her baby feeling down now can she?

Speaking of fussing Rika will be fussing over you all day, making sure you are tucked into bed and not too hot nor too cold

If you’re feeling cold she will make sure you have some extra fluffy blankets at hand along with plenty of her sweatshirts to keep you warm

If you feel too hot she’s grabbing a loose tshirt and getting you cold water and some ice packs to help you cool down and will even turn down the temperature in your home if need be

Rika will also be making you some soup for while you are sick, whichever one is your favorite of course

Warm soup when you’re feeling ill soothes the soul and I stand by that

It’s comforting to have some hot soup when you’re sick especially when someone you love has made it for you

Rika will even feed you if you’re having trouble eating by yourself

She loves taking care of you so let her help okay?

Rika is incredibly insistent that getting proper nutrients is even more important when you are sick so she wants to make sure you eat as much as you can without making yourself feel worse

And of course, drinking water

Hydration is a key part of overcoming your illness quicker so you can expect Rika to be constantly filling up a cup of water for you

Every hour or two she will check in to make sure you have been drinking some water

If you have been drinking water, expect lots of praises from your very loving girlfriend

If not,,,

Well, be prepared for a bit of scolding

But don’t worry, being sick doesnt mean Rika will be fussing over you 100% of the time

She will probably take the day off to care for you, maybe even multiple if your sickness doesn’t let up

So while you are both at home, Rika will be by your side and holding you

She knows she could get sick but honestly she doesn’t really care

She’s more focused on making sure you start feeling better and obviously a good remedy is some cuddling in bed

Watching movies or some of your favorite shows with Rika, curled up by her side in bed is an upside to being sick

Usually your lives are rather fast paced without much of a chance to slow down for a bit, especially for Rika

Working for the pokemon league and being a member of the elite four isn’t an easy job and is definitely one that isn’t exactly an office job

So spending full days with Rika like this are rare

And even if one or both of you is sick, having the time to slow down and enjoy each other is needed and Rika is grateful for the extra time with you

Even if it means that when you feel better, she has a case of the sniffles

Guess you’ll just have to take care of her now, wont you?

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

#coffinn.writes #elite four rika #pokemon rika headcanon #elite four rika x reader #rika elite 4 x reader #elite 4 rika #pokemon rika x you #pokemon rika elite four #pokemon rika elite 4 #rika x reader #rika x reader fluff #pokemon rika x reader #pokemon rika x reader fluff #rika fluff #rika headcanons #this was so cute #ahhh I love domestic rika #domestic rika #domestic rika headcanons

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floosies · 4 months

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" run around just so i dont have to think about thinking. the silent sense of content that everyone gets just disappears soon as the sun sets."

he had the same routine every morning. even on his days off he had a routine. since the first demagorgon he's needed it. he's relied on it heavily. when his parents were home it was easier to forget about the nightmares and worries.

but it never lasted, because to them he was a well behaved boy who needed independence to grow into a responsible man. so after a couple of months at home they'd pack up and head out again. another month or so alone.

it was worse without robin. he would wake up screaming for someone to help him, to save him only to be met with the silence from the empty house. its why he avoided being alone like the plague, why he didnt mind if dustin wanted to have sleepovers or constantly ask for rides to the arcade.

sure he hated scoops ahoy but it meant he wouldnt be left alone with his thoughts. he saw the way dustin and robin enjoyed silence, like a prize after a long day. he wished he could feel the same, but when he sat alone in the silence his mind wandered to every possible way he could have prevented things, questioning if he was really alive, wondering why robin stuck around, if dustin would realize he wasnt worth idolizing.

they didnt know, he didnt want them to know the way his mind had changed so much since the first attack. he just wanted to protect them.

it worsened when he started working at family video. then he really wouldnt let up, every moment was planned, robin was constantly around him, and he went to sleep with the tv on high. on bad nights he even went to bed with his walkman blasting music from the headphones as loud as he could get it. sleep was never the same after everything. they all had that problem, they all knew they felt safer near each other but they also knew it was better to try not to depend on each other too much.

steve's condition, his new dilemma had become so engrained in his every day he slowly started to view it as normal.

(im not leaving it at that. he deserves some love and peace, so keep reading please ♥)

when she got to know him, really know him, she picked up on how he hated ending the day, how he would try and make people stay longer. she had nowhere really to be and would often find herself being the last person at his place.

they'd critize a celebrity on a late night show or the news stories they'd watch on the local news station. he'd bring up random facts that robin or dustin told him.

slowly she would start to stay over. they'd fall asleep with arms entangled tightly. she'd unintentionally end up meeting his parents on a few occassions, but they didnt mind, their minds were elsewhere, never really with their son. but her mind was always with him. she felt for him, she liked him, maybe even more.

it was gradual, but she came to ask him about it, about the nightmares and fears he had. he admitted to feeling selfish for not denying her staying over all the time or constantly calling her. she was robin's friend first, but she made it clear it made her happy to know he saw her as his safety net.

robin had mentioned he'd been through a lot and she was just glad he thought of her as a person he could trust. but by the time they'd had this conversation everyone else had already been miles ahead and knew they shared something more than friendship.

he moved out of his parents home a month or so after and moved in with her. the apartment wasnt big but it felt safe. her home felt like his home, it was welcoming, it was as warm as her. she was his peace, the one he had found hard to come by. he held her just as tightly as he had the first night they slept beside each other, he loved her. she loved him, and the silence in the night was easier, lighter, and sometimes filled with whispers against lips.

#steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington #joe keery #blurb #stranger things #Spotify

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avtrbee · 2 years

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blind date

pairing: steven grant x reader (a saving b from being stood up trope)

word count: 2.1k

masterlist

(spoilers in a/n!!)

a/n: hello everyone! sooooo i just wanted to say that i dont condone cheating bc technically speaking steven has a wife thru marc, but i have thought of this scenario before i even knew of layla. happy reading and and please dont be shy and tell me what you think!!

You honestly only came out to sit on the park bench and watch people do their daily routine. This isn’t something you share with other people because you understand how creepy it sounded but it relaxed you somehow. Your mind would wander off, sometimes thinking of made-up backstories on each passerby, sometimes wondering what their personality would be like according to their walk. Soon enough, all your stress would be gone and you’d go back to your apartment ready to tackle the excel file you ran away from.

The process of sitting and quietly observing people usually only took a couple of minutes, 20 at most, but that was until he sat down. The person in question was undeniably handsome; he had thick, curly hair on his head and dark eyes that roamed nervously to the seat before him. He had such fine features with high cheekbones and a defined jawline that you thought could cut your finger. Along his jaw, there was a faint stubble and a sharp nose that seemed to accentuate his side profile. A naughty whisper in your head reminds you of what Doja Cat had to say about big noses and you stifle a chuckle before chasing the thought away.

This incredibly handsome man also looked like an incredible…mess. He had dark circles under his eyes that were visible even from your distance. He kept looking around, as if he physically can’t help himself to be still, bouncing his knee, fumbling with his palms, scanning the menu once, two, three times too much. His clothes looked like they were hurriedly thrown on him, but they suited him somehow. He looks like the type of guy that hides a six-pack underneath shabby clothes.

However, all your fantasies were thrown off a cliff when you finally noticed the flowers and chocolate on the table. Of course, he had a date, you mourned. To be fair, you would have noticed it quicker if you had just paused from your staring but god, you were mesmerized.

So here you were, 50 minutes later, still on your same spot in the park and still staring at this mysterious handsome man. Where was his date? You totally looked like a creep and you were too invested with his handsome man and his late date. In fact, you even got up and prepared to leave until you saw him pick up his phone. A frown immediately crossed his face.

“Wha-what do you mean? Steak? It’s steak time,” he mumbles, and you could honestly just combust at the sound of his voice. Wait a minute, did he get stood up? You wonder as you watch him listen to his phone, his face dropping into a sad and confused expression. Your sudden thought shamefully excites you as you try to discreetly get closer to eavesdrop.

“What? But I thought we said Friday. Today.” He says and you tilt your head in confusion. You take a glance at your phone to make sure. Isn’t it Sunday today? “C’mon, no. I think Friday still comes after Thursday, doesn’t it?” He opened his mouth to say something, but you guessed that his date had already hung up when he looked at his phone abruptly.

You felt your heart ache at the sight of him. If you were a wiser woman, resistant to his charm, you would have immediately dashed as soon as you heard the news that he stood someone up for two days. But, alas, you were not. Your mind was too occupied at the fact that his face resembled a poor dog begging you to take him in as rain pours down.

You watch him frown at his plate before raising his hand to summon a waiter to confirm the date. You can see him try to make himself smaller, trying hard to go back unnoticed, but is unable to as he is suddenly conscious of the pitying stares of the other strangers in the restaurant who had also overheard his conversation.

All the facts had piled up in your head: there is a sad, dateless, attractive man on the table before you. Your body started moving before your mind had even rationalized your actions.

You rush up to him in a hurry, crossing the distance that separated the both of you. You see him look up at you, face morphed in confusion but before he could open his mouth you said, “Love, I’m so sorry,” you tried to say it a little louder and took a subtle glance at everyone before continuing. “Traffic was horrible, I had to run to get here.”

You pulled a chair and took a seat. He blinked. “You are-”

“-awful, I know.” You interrupted him before he could even try to speak. On a whim to act more convincing, you grab his hand with yours and start to rub comforting circles with your thumb. “I almost missed our weekly steak time.” You stare at his dark eyes, trying to telepathically convince him to go with it, otherwise, you’d have to experience a very different walk of shame. Around you, you notice the people take a collective breath in anticipation of his reaction. You can’t help but take one of your own. Will he yell at you? Will he walk out?

“Well,” he starts, sounding sheepish. “You’re here, aren’t you, darling?”

You hear your audience sigh in relief before going back to their own businesses. You didn’t know why you approached him in the first place. Was it your hero complex, urging you to save a poor soul? No. Was it your secret affinity towards men who looked like they would stutter, mumble and whine incoherently in bed? Maybe.

When you are sure that everyone is not paying attention, you introduce yourself. “I work in a regular office job. 9 to 5 but it pays well.” Your handsome nameless man repeats your name and you swoon inside thinking that you certainly wouldn’t mind getting used to being called with that voice. Then his eyes travel down to the table, a subtle glance at your interlocked hands and you suddenly remember that you were still rubbing circles on his palm. You smiled awkwardly before quickly retreating your hand.

“Uh, my name is Steven,” he said. “Steven with a V. I work at the National Museum as their gift shop…ist.” His voice became softer and softer at the end.

You raise an eyebrow, staring straight into his eyes. “Is there another way to spell Steven without a V?”

As if summoned, his cheeks and ears turn red from embarrassment which makes you smile wider. He is so easy to fluster. “No, but it’s- it’s a force of habit…” He drops his gaze to the table trying his best to look anywhere but your piercing gaze. “These are for you now, I guess,” Steven hands you the bouquet of roses on the table along with a heart-shaped box of Belgian chocolates. “Y’know, since you’re my date now.” He immediately realizes the implications of his words and raises two spread-out hands, frantically shaking in front of you. “Not that I don’t appreciate it- I do. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Steven with a V.” Steven is so awkward that it hurts, but it’s the fact that he’s genuinely trying that gets you. It’s part of his charm, you decide fondly. You suddenly realize that you are in some fancy steak restaurant and every guest it has was wearing some form of dress or a suit. You try not to wince as you remember your hastily worn outfit of the day was a print shirt and jeans. “I hope I don’t make you look weird. I’m a little underdressed.”

Steven was quick to disagree. “No, no. I’m glad you’re here. Really. Saved me from a lot of staring there.”

Your waiter came and asked for your orders after a short while then a brief silence took over the conversation. You started to feel awkward, enough to second guess your actions, but Steven looked like he doesn't mind the silence at all, probably too busy trying to process the fact that he had been saved by a woman he hasn't met before than to worry about the next topic of small talk.

“So,” you start, racking your brain for anything to start with. “...you have a job at the National Museum?”

That seemed to do the trick. In an instant, Steven’s eyes lit up at the mention of his job and by the end of the night, you knew that although being a tour guide in the museum isn't his dream job, he prefers it over being their resident gift shop-ist. He rambles on and on about how much the Nile was an important source of ancient Egyptian lifestyle, while you stare at him dreamily, raking your eyes over his features. Not that he noticed, he was too busy giving examples of Egyptian traditions.

“Did you know,” he begins, taking a bite of his steak. “that pharaohs would jack off into the Nile as part of a ceremony?”

You felt your wine slide down the wrong way down your throat causing you to choke because they do what now-? Your hand went up your chin trying to catch the wine dripping off your mouth and in an instant, Steven was immediately offering you napkins. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make it weird, and I hope I’m not boring you but…”

Then he was once again lost to his endless facts and stories on ancient Egyptian rituals, eyes shining and somehow looking warmer than it ever did before. You find yourself looking at Steven in a better light. Gone was the man who made you feel like you should tuck him in his bed and hum a lullaby.

“Excuse me, miss, sir,” came the voice of your waiter looking extremely apologetic. “It seems that the restaurant will close in a few minutes, if you could just-”

“Oh-” you gasp, looking at the waiter then back at Steven who had a similar look of surprise. “I’m sorry, we- we didn't realize!”

“Of course, miss,” the waiter smiled. “Time is often forgotten when you love your husband.”

You blink. “Oh? Oh. Of course, we lost track of time-” You suddenly remember the role you forced yourself and Steven to play to save him from pitiful looks. You take a look around for the first time since Steven had enraptured you with his Egypt, finally noticing the empty seats surrounding you.

You immediately gathered your heart-shaped box of chocolates and your roses while Steven paid for the bill (something he strongly insisted on, shoving a couple of bills on the table before you could even take your wallet out).

As you finally walked away from the restaurant, silence occupied you both once more but this time you were more comfortable with it than before. On the other hand, Steven hasn’t stopped looking at you.

“Steven,” you gather up your wits and shove a stolen piece of tissue that you grabbed at the steak restaurant. “I really enjoyed this. Let's do it again, sometime?”

You looked directly at his eyes and Steven’s mouth gaped open like a fish before briefly closing it, perhaps from shock or from the fact that you caught him staring. He could hardly believe his luck- he had just lost a woman’s number several hours ago and now another woman was offering hers. You even said you enjoyed your time with him. He looked at the tissue with a skeptical look as if you were going to take it back, point your finger and laugh at him. But once Steven realized your hand wasn’t going anywhere, he gently took the napkin with a gentle touch as if he was holding one of the most precious gems in the world.

“Yes, of course, I’ll call you,” Steven said softly, looking at your face like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “If you want me to.” He added, hoping not to push his luck.

You felt another genuine smile creep on your face. One of many from this night. You could practically hear the panic in his head.

“Okay. Call me. Good night, love.” You used the endearment you used before when you were still trying to save him from embarrassment, hoping to cause a last-minute fluster in the man. And just on cue, a warm hue of red spread across his cheeks as he stuttered good night.

Steven walked backward with a dopey smile on his face. Before he turned and finally walked away, he repeated himself in a soft voice that you could only describe as happy. “I’ll call you.”

He never did.

#moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant imagine #moon knight imagine #mcu #fanfic

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supernaturalgirl31 · 2 years

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Come home with me as my wife

Tyrion was packing his tent up to back to kings landing by order of his father to look after the new king . Hiw ever his father didnt want him to bring back the girl he has been with and who was in his tent . Whoever the joke was on him for he was using shae as a decory to hide who he was really seeing and that was Y/N the princess of the north . She was tacjen from winter fell as a prisnor however Tyrion saved her and kept her hidden in his tent and as time went on he fell in love with her . "Y/N we are goi g back to kings landing and you are comeing with me ?" She looks over to him . "As your prisnor agin no thankyou.

He sighs and walks with her outside the tent to a garden that was not to far from the camp. "Y/N im not tacking you as a prisnor . "Then why do you want me to come back so bad ?"

He tock her hand in his as she sits down

"Y/N I want you to come back with me as my wife "

She looks at him and was shocked .

"What?"

"My wife darling. I want to marry you "

"How can that happen i mean were will we even get married and isnt there a Is tradition on a wedding night or something?"

He laughs "yes its a bedding Ceremony but we dont have to do that . And i know a prist who will marry us tonight . If you say yes . So will you y/n stark .marry me ?"

She smiled and nods

"Yes Tyrion lannister i will marry you . "

Just then Tyrions father showed up and fearing for y/ns life he stod his ground with his father

"Father i know you wont approve of this but i love her and if you want me in kings landing you let my soon to be wife come with me other wise find other person to be the kings hand "

Tyrions father sighs

"I guess i should cross you and y/Ns name off the list for marriages since you are to wed tonight "

Tyrion looks shocked . "Father you mean it ?"

"Yes in fact i will come to witness the marriage and wright to your sister your married .

(Skip to kings landing)

Y/N walks with her husband to the thron room .

"Unlce your here good and you brought a prisnor "

Said the king

"Shes no prinor shes my wife

Sansa looks at her sister and she nods

"Its true we are married "

Tyrion smiled and tackes her to ther room . He smiled as they closed the door and he saw his wife to get undressed.

"What you doing darling?"

"Will we didnt have time to Consummate the marriage on are wedding night so i thought we could do it here "

He smiled and joins her in bed and they mad love for the frist time.

#game of thrones #tyrion lannister x reader

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sirenreading · 3 years

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Reincarnation🥀

Paring: Vampire!Ezra x F!reader

Summary: Ezra spent years looking for his lost love whom the Gods promised would return to him.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: mentions of : blood and death, PIV, unprotected sex, biting, age gap (obviously) , no use of y/n.

A/N: finally able to post this after writing it for a week, was on such a bad writers burn out ugh anyways enjoy! sorry for any mistakes if i missed them while editing! (creds to @/cinewhore for the idea of vampire!ezra) (creds to gif owner)

You walked down the dark hallways of an unknown castle. Your black floor length dress dragging behind you as you finally see light coming from inside of a room, Quickly making your way in, Your met with a tall man, he's handsome with brown eyes; That stare right into your soul. And a smile showing you his white fangs. You begin to slowly back away as he slowly approaches you. “Don't be scared my love, I have finally found you. This will only hurt for a second.” As he grabs you by the arm, sinking his teeth into your neck.

You awake, Your whole body hot, Sweat coming down your forehead, You try to slow your breathing, throwing the blanket off of you to run to look into the mirror.

No bite marks.

“Sir Ezra, all the invitations have been sent.” A small voice said, Ezra stood looking out the window of his castle; that sat at the tallest hill a little outside of the village. “Perfect.” He said ”Thank you.” slightly turning his head, waving the maid away. She quickly made her way out before Ezra could change his mind and have her as an evening snack.

‘You are hereby invited to Sir Ezra’s Masquerade Ball’

You read the small note, Sent to you and every other woman in the town. Sir Ezra threw this party every 20 or so years, Some say out of pure fun, Some think he's searching for something, or someone.

You set the letter down and go hop in the bath to prepare to do your chores. Once you showered and done your hair, You put on a simple dress from your closet and made sure to pack your knife, That your late father gave you for safety.

On your way to the watering hole you saw women and girls of all ages making their way into dress and fabric stores, All getting ready for the ball. You didn't understand why everyone was so excited to meet this man.’ He stayed up in his castle looking down at all of us like ants.’ you thought

You looked up through the trees and could see the dark castle shrouded by fog, Shaking your head as you continued on.

Ezra sat up in his bed, After dismissing another maid, He barely gave her time to recover before sending her back to her duties. She pulled back on her clothes and whipped the leftover blood on her neck, Before making her way out. Ezra let out a brief sigh, As he stood and retrieved his robe, Wrapping it around his naked body.

He heard three knocks to the door and told them to come in. “How are we this evening Sir?” His butler asked, Obviously asking about the sexual encounter. “She was like the rest of them, Beautiful but, Not her.” Ezra looked out at the midnight sky, looking up to see the stars and the full moon.

“Sir, Your reincarnated love will find her way to you soon, just as the Gods promised; I’m sure of it.” Ezra wasn't sure at this point living as long as he had, Having all the women he had, Throwing ball and the one with the face of his love nowhere to be found. “Sir, The ball is tomorrow, You never know. She may finally turn up.

Ezra turned to him, “I hope you're right.”

That night you awake from your dream once again, You’d had this dream countless times, Never understanding why or what was happening. You would walk into a room, see the vampire and he would bite you, walking you up. You wanted to understand who this man was, And what he wanted with you.

Ezra also awakens from a dream or i guess this is more of a nightmare, The same dream he had since his wife, Elizabeta died. He would go off to war not before giving his wife a tender kiss, Telling her he would return, Only to return to his home, With blood all over him, Finding his wife’s deceased body. Picking her up and holding her against his chest as his tears fell, Yelling to the Gods asking why.

Ezra walked into the bathroom running water over his breaded face. He would have to get one of the maids to save it for him later seeing he couldn't do it himself.

The ball a mere hours away, But all Ezra could think about is having to spend eternity without his soulmate, He’d lost her once, But his future foretold him that he would see her face, on another , again. So he was patient.

You sat as your friend finished putting your hair up in a neat but tight updo. You looked in the mirror at your makeup, the curled lashes along with the dark red lip you had on felt out of place.

“You look perfect.” Your friend said as she finished with your hair. “Thank you.” You gave a small, fake smile. She sighed as she sat next to you. “Ever since I talked you into going to this ball you've been upset, What's wrong?”

“Nothing, I'm just nervous.” You looked down at your gloved hands. “Nervous of what? That Sir Ezra will take a look at you and Fuck you?” you both giggled.

“Of course not, But i've been having these weird dreams, I dont kn-'' Before you could finish you both looked to see her mother knocked at the door, Telling you both the ball begins soon and it was time to make your way up the hill. You both quickly put on your masks and run out the door.

As you both sat in the carriage your friend arranged for you, You stared out the window, As you gained closer to the castle the fog became more intense, You couldn't barely see, the mask was no help. The carriage made a sudden stop, You both got out hand and hand making your way to the opened door of the castle, Maids in dresses greeted all the guests.

You walked into the open ballroom, The room was crowded with people from your town, and even some who didn't look familiar. Your friend whispered that she was going to find a dance partner and you waved her off trying to not show how nervous you were. Something about this castle felt familiar, you couldn't explain it.

You watched all the people in the ballroom as they began a slow song and slowly stepped away to the garden outside. You found the garden to be peaceful. Hopefully it will help calm your nerves. You walked towards a fountain with a dove on top, the only noise coming from the drips of water.

“It's a beautiful night isn't it.” I deep voice said behind you, You gasped quickly turning to see a man, very tall, you couldn't make out his face, due to the mask that covered his eyes, but he could see his deep brown eyes, and tan skin with a little bit of stubble around his chin and mouth.“I didn't mean to scare you Miss, My apologies.” He nodded, as he was about to walk away. You stopped him.

“It's fine, I j-just very nervous, I couldn't even tell you why, Thought i’d just catch some fresh air.” he nodded understanding “may i?”

He said sitting with you on the bench, The two of you staring up at the sky.

“I also needed a break from the party.” Ezra said, breaking the silence. “No nerves, just tired of waiting.” You looked over at him. Something about him felt so familiar. “Tired of waiting for wha-” Before you could finish, A butler holding a tray, called for the man sitting next to you. Sadly only calling him ‘Sir’ so you didn't catch his name, He politely dismissed himself, telling you to enjoy the party before disappearing back into the castle.

After a few more minutes alone you decided to make your way back into the party.

You felt a sudden shiver go up your spine and cold air went across the back of your neck, You turned to see a dark hallway. Just like the one in your dreams, You turned to see if any other guests were experiencing it too, Only to see everyone dancing, laughing, and getting drunk.

You slowly walk down the hall,’ This is stupid’ You think to yourself, ‘You know how this ends.’

You opened a room far from the party and came face to face with something you’d never seen in your dreams, a painting of a woman, she was wearing a dated dress with her hair down her back in a braid.

You and her were identical, You couldn't believe it. You began to breathe heavily and took steps back to leave the room, before you bumped into the hard chest of someone behind you.

“Hello, mi amor” He said into your ear, You turned to see the man who had been haunting your dreams for a year. You wanted to scream but could barely make one out.

“Mi amor, I've finally found you.” He said, grabbing your face between his cold hands. You tried pulling away but he was too strong.

“Don't be scared. I would never hurt you.” You turned your chin up forcing you to look into his eyes. You noticed the small blonde hair streak. “It’s you.” you said whispered.

“You are just as beautiful.” He was lost in your eyes, he couldn't believe he'd found you after all this time. “As all those years ago.” He leaned in kissing your plump lips, You immediately fell under his spell. His lips had a faint taste of blood, but it didn't bother you. A tear fell from Ezra’s eye, He finally found the woman he would spend eternity with, His soulmate.

Once you two finally broke the kiss, you stared at each other once more before Ezra picked you up, setting you on the bed.

“I'll be back mi amor.” He said giving you one more peck on the lips.

Ezra made his way to the ballroom, whispering to the butlers that everyone was to go home at once and all maids and butlers were dismissed for the night. They nodded and Ezra made his way back to you.

While Ezra was away you looked around the room, seeing old photos, books all looked hundreds of years old.

You heard the door crick behind you and you slowly turned, Seeing Ezra put a smile on your face, You barely knew the man, But something about him brought you comfort. Ezra noticed you were lost in thought and asked what was on your mind.

“At first when I had all those dreams, I was scared, terrified of what they meant, I thought it was showing me my future… my death. But here with you, I feel safe.”

Ezra smiled down at you “It's because you are her” Pointing to the woman in the painting, “My wife, my soulmate , my Elizabeta. I searched for hundreds of years to find you, I almost gave up, I was told by the Gods, If I continued to search I would find you.” He stood looking at the painting.

“And I did.” He turned to you making his way towards you.

Taking your lips once more, Your hands tangled in his hair as he picked you up placing you on the edge of the bed. He began to unbutton his dress shirt, leaving him in only his dress pants.

He took in his chest, Everything about him was so familiar and perfect.

“Mi amor, May I?” Asking permission to remove your dress, You nodded eagerly. He unzipped the dress, letting it drop to your hips, before pulling it completely off, leaving you in a bralette and panties. He finished undressing himself , and crawled onto the bed to unhook your bra, throwing it across the room.

“May I taste you, mi amor?” He asked already sinking to his knees, you eagerly shook your head yes, He began trailing kissing from your foot all the way to you thighs, stopping before he got to your core, and slowly sank his fangs into them, you threw back your head in pleasure, you’d been nervous it would be painful but he’s taken all your worry away.

He licked the leaking blood before moving onto your folds, he lapped at them, drinking your juices before taking his fingers and slowly fucking them into you, spreading your lips apart and attacking your clit as he did so. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you ran your fingers through his soft hair. You told him you were close, he immediately crawled up to meet you face to face, “We're going to come together.”

Ezra kissed you as he slowly sank himself into you, you moaned allowing him to sneak his tongue into your mouth--His hands grabbed at the flesh on your hips roughly. “I've waited a thousand years for this mi amor.” He said as his hips barred into you, With his precise movements he lifted your thighs, “I could show you so many things.” trying to get himself deeper. “Just one bite and we can have eternity.” he said into your ear, the heat from his voice attacking your neck.

You were writhing beneath him. You were so close. “Ezra” you barely made out, your breath shaky. He starts applying sloppy thrusts as he tries to ride out his orgasm , you could hear the moans slipping from his lips into your ear, his warm breath behind your neck. Your hands gripping the white stain sheets on the bed.

“Mark me , Ezra.” You finally make out with a shaky voice, Ezra takes a quick look deep into your eyes, still deep inside of you, asking once again for permission to bite you and make you one of him. You nodded as well as you could before he sunk his teeth into your neck, making you let out a moan as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “ Te quiero mi amor, now we have eternity.”

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1-800-amortentia · 3 years

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hermione’s older sister (fred weasley x fem! reader)

chapter 2: who’s madonna?

summary: the last day of 5th year, and the beginning of summer.

word count: 2.4k

a/n: chapter 2 the yule ball imagine. i guess this is a series, just random imagines i think of going along the same storyline. p.s you dont have to read the first imagine to understand this one lol. i do recommend it tho lol. anyways, enjoy babies :)

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“come on!” i groaned as hermione was packing.

it was the last day of summer, the heat was already annoying. i had a floral dress on and my favorite sneakers. hermione had her shorts and t-short on as she stood on top of her trunk, trying to close it.

“told you not to buy all those dresses at hogsmeade!” i whined. she rolled her eyes and finally shut it.

“c’mon grangers!” ron shouted. hermione groaned. i walked out and saw fred and george arguing.

“whats going on?” i asked. george looked at me then fred, then back at me.

“the stupid ministry guy wont give us our money! from the quiditch cup!” he shouted. i had been selling my dresses for a year or so to save up for not only the twins, but me as well. harry also talked to me about giving his money to twins. we both raised about $350,000 dollars, 2,000 galleons. we planned on giving it to them soon.

“well im sure we can figuire out out, okay?” i said gently, jumping up, kissing his cheek. he smiled

“thank you, for supporting us and everything. you’re gonna live in the store with me.” i smiled at him. george had walked away as soon as we began making out.

“theres a small room upstairs as well. george and i dont need it, so we figuired you could use it for making your clothes. maybe even start a store of your own.” he mumbled. i grinned at him. he was right, i had 1,500 galleons left for myself, so i figuired it would be for school, or starting my buisness.

“come on love birds!” george yelled. we held hands and ran down the stairs towards the group, fred pulled my trunk along with his.

“i can-” i started, reaching for the trunk.

“nope.”

i slide into the seat beside fred and smiled. finally. harry appeared in the compartment doorway.

“can i talk to you, y/n?” he said quickly. i stood up, fred looking confused, i winked at him in response making him grin.

he sat down in an empty compartment, i sat across from him.

“so, are we doing it today?” he asked quietly. i looked at the compartment with the twins.

“right now?” i asked.

“i mean, molly doesnt support this so, we have to do it before we get to the burrow” shit he was right, hermione and i were staying for a week before we went to france since our parents needed us do do laundry and they had to get back from germany to pick us up for france.

“ you’re right.... yes lets do it now.”

we stepped out of compartment, into the twins’ compartment.

i suddenly got nervous. why am i nervous?

“so, me and y/n were talking and... we each want to give you 1,000 galleons.” harry said quickly. the twins’ grins dropped.

“wait what?” george asked.

“harry made 1,000 galleons from the triwizard tournament, and i made 1,000 making dresses for a bunch of girls at hogwarts.” i said, a smile spread over my face.

“love, no way!” fred protested

“hey, i saved some for myself and im giving you the rest. im going to this muggle art school in london for fashion design with a scholarship, which means i can use my money to buy a small shop thats across the street from yours.” i said, grabbing his hand.

fred and george instantly pulled me and harry into a tight hug.

“thank you! both of you. really, thank you.” george said.

i smiled as the twins hugged eachother. our dreams were coming true, and we were doing it together, all of us.

“y/n!” molly says, excitedly. i smiled and hugged her. she squeezed me in return. she was basically my wizard mother.

“mom! she cant breathe you’re going to strangle her!” fred says. i grin as she pulls away.

“did they behave this year?”

“thats debatable” i say. the twins look at me.

“hey we were fantastic!”

“well not when you-” fred instantly put a hand over my mouth, i bit his finger in response making molly crack up, fred howled in pain. i giggled and kissed his hand before grabbing my trunk.

“did you give it to him?” hermione said with a smile. i grinned

“yes i did, and told him about the scholarship.” i said, ruffling her hair. she wraps an arm around my waist with a grin.

“ill miss you my last year, y/n/n.” she said quietly.

i smile weakly, setting my head on top of hers.

“i know you will, but once im rich and famous, ill pick you up in my private jet and we’ll go shopping” i say laughing.

she smiles at me.

“we have to bring your git boyfriend and ron too, they have no style.” she says with a laugh, fred overhears.

“hey granger! that’s not nice!” he whines, we both look at eachother and laugh.

i sigh, as ginny paints my finger nails a deep red color.

“i dont know girls!” i say.

“come on!”

“i cant sneak you into a college ginny!” i say laughing.

ginny sucks her bottom lip, focusing on my nails.

“how did you get a scholarship?” ginny asked.

“well, i sold to this fancy rich muggle woman who’s brothers wife is a head master at the school and they offered a scholarship!” i said excitedly.

“could i work there during the summer?” once it gets started?” she says excitedly.

“of course! ill need a cashier.” i said. she grins. hermione walks in, she’d changed into her pajamas.

“what are we doing for the rest of the night ladies?” she sighed. i grinned and grabbed my makeup bag with my free hand.

“makeovers?”

“dinner!” molly yelled. ginny sighed.

“okay after dinner. i also made you guys a few more dresses if you were interested.

the younger girls’ mouths dropped as they looked over at eachother before shaking their heads rapidly.

i took a bite of my bread before arthur cleared his throat.

“so grangers, who is madonna?” he asked me and hermione.

i laughed, before responding.

“shes a american muggle popstar.” i say. “ and arguable the best female popstar of all time!” ginny exclaims. he slowly nods his head.

“and....and britney spears......why does she want the baby to hit her?’ he asks, concern in his voice.

i look at my little sister, before laughing.

“im not sure...i have a few madonna and britney spears cassets if youd like to listen...” i say.

“casset! casset’s you say! wow you have them?!” he asks. i grin.

“yes i do and a walkman to listen to the songs on.”

“brilliant!” he says, smiling wickedly. molly smiles at her husband, before winking at me, thanking me. i smile to myself, as fred grabs my hand under the table. i look at him, as he gently rubs my hand with his thumb beneath the table.

“okay! lets hear madonna!” arthur says excitedly. i take the casset out of the plastic case. ginny claps her hands and sits on the couch. arthur and fred stand beside me in amazement as i press the play botton.

lucky star begins to play out of the walkman. arthur smiles as it plays.

“oh, oh i like this” he says as he begins to dance. hermione giggles.

“come on y/n! lets do makeovers!” ginny whines. i grin and start walking upstairs.

“we want to come!” the twins yell at us as we walk upstairs.

arthur insisted i leave the walk man for him and molly so they can dance.

ron and harry ran off so where doing merlin knows what.

fred grabs my hand making me stop at the top of the stairs. everyone enters ginny’s room, leaving us alone.

he pressed his lips onto mine. i grin and kiss him back. “i have a gift for you later freddie” i whisper. he grins.

“y/n!” hermione shouts i shake my head and pull fred towards ginny’s room.

i pull my makeup out and begin to work on ginny. fred and george rummage through my trunk, pulling out my underwear.

“ay fred, these your favorites?” george jokes. i pick up a shoe and throw it as his head. it hits him as he countines to laugh.

next hermione finds the bag of dresses. she grabs her wand

“accio!” she says, the bag transforms into a large clothing rack, the dress hang delicately on the rack.

the twins quickly discover the matching suits i made them. i grin.

“ i had extra time over holiday break.” i say quietly.

“i love it !” they say in unsion. i grin and finsih giny’s makeup with lipgloss.

“all done” i say. she grins. the twins walk out and probably blow something up as i start on hermione’s makeup.

“are you in love with him?” she mumbles. i grin, lifting my hand up, showing the ring he got me for christmas. her mouth dropped.

“he proposed!” i slap my hand over her mouth. “yes! my god! shhh! were waiting til i graduate college to get married so its technically a promis ring, but yes. you cant say anything!” hermione quickly shook her head as ginny walked back in. i made her a short red dress that matched her hair it had thing straps, and a twirly loose bottom that went to her mid thigh’s. i heard her talk about this muggle celebrity wearing a dress like it so i made it that night. i grinned. she twirled, making the flowly baric twirl with her

“i love it!” she smiled. “im glad! okay mione, youre done, change into your dress!” she quickly grabbed it and ran to the bathroom as ginny ran downstairs, showing molly her new dress.

i changed into my dark green dress. it cut off at the shoulders, and had a leg slit.

hermione’s was black. it had a v-neckline, and was skin tight, that went down to her ankles.

we all wore sneakers. i may make dress, but shoes are NOT my forte.

i placed the madonna cassete into the boom box. vogue blasted out of the speakers.

we all took turn walking across the red blanket we laid out took look like a red carpet.

ginny jumped onto the bed.

“strike a pose!” we all yelled, joining ginny on the bed.

the four boys walked in, laughing as they watched us, we all three grabbed a pille and through it at them. hermione’s somehow hit harry and george, mine hit fred and ginny’s hit harry. they scrambbled out, making us all laugh. we ran down the stairs with them. molly and arthur went to diagon alley for something so we were home alone.

i laughed as i fell onto the couch next to ron and fred.

i noticed the twins changed into the matching suits, and harry and ron into their blazers. i grinned. maybe my store will make men and women clothing.

“dance with me you fool!” i yelled a fred, pulling him up. hermione pulled ron and ginny grabbed the camera, taking photos as harry grabbed george, dancing wiht him.

I busted into laughter as george and harry ballroom danced.

“fred! y/n! look this way!” ginny yelled. we turned and i kissed fred’s cheek as she took the polaroid photo.

it moved and showed me kissing fred’s cheek and him spinning me and kissing my face as i laughed.

i yawned, washing the makeup off my face. i was leaving the burrow for france with hermione tomorrow and i was excited. i felt fred’s hand wrap aroud my waist. i grinned, drying my clean face off and turning to him.

“i want this dress on the floor.”he mumbled.

i looked up at him. his hand grabbed my thigh and set me on the counter. he quickly turned to lock the door. i grinned.

“you have to be quiet okay?’” he whispers. i nod my head as his hand darts towards the shower, turning the water on. as he waits for it to warm up, he quickly unzips my dress and kisses me.

“muffliato” he mumbles, casting a silencing spell on the room, as he carries me into the shower.

i groaned, stretching, a deep jolting pain struck through my abdomen. oh god. memories of last nigth went through my head. i blushed, slowly moving out of bed, stretching slolwy. the pain subsided.

hermione and ginny werent awake.

“thank god” i muttered, grabbing concealer. i pulled down my shirt, revealing purple marks all over my chest. i rolled my eyes.

“only place no one will see” i remember him saying.

i sighed, walking down the stairs into the kitchen. i wore fred’s old ‘f’ jumper, and a pair of jeans.

molly glanced up at me with a smile. i smiled back.

“so, you and fred?” “me and fred?” i asked questionable.

“i heard him talking to george. can i see the ring?” she said, staring at the sink full of dishes she was cleaning. my heart dropped.

“um mrs-”

“im not angry. im actually quiet excited. are you waiting?” she asked. i shifted in my seat. “yes... we’re waiting until i graduate...” i replied quietly. she turned around and smiled.

“thank you.”

“wait what?”

“for dealing with him. and ginny, she adores you. you’re the only woman id want my daughter to look up to considering all the witchy trash that goes to that school like that pansy git. anyways im getting off topic. what imsaying is you’ve made my family so happy. the twins love you and ron and ginny. you’ve made all of us happy. arthur wont shut up about madonna.” i chuckled at the last part. i heard someone walk down the stairs. molly put her hands on her hips.

“fredrick gideon weasley!” she shouted. fred’s eyes widened and shot towards me.

“she knows” i said my eyes shooting at my ring finger. he gulped.

she pulled him into a hug.

“just make sure you have steady income once shes gradutes you bone head!” she exclaims.

i sigh, pulling fred into a final hug outside the burrow

“oh! your present!” i exclaimed, pulling off my backpack, and pulling out a brown paper bag.

“it some cassets and a walkman. theres a nirvana, a weezer and a cardigans cassette. and i amde a cassete of all the songs i hear on the radio back home that make me think of you.” i say. he grins and kisses me gently.

“theres also a britney cassete for ginny, and madonna one for arthur.” i mumbled. fred laughed. hermione cleared her throat

“right.. well bye weasley.” i said quietly. he weakly smiled

“it only a month. ill write and send polaroids.” i say, beginning to walk away. my hand outstretched still holding his. hermione pulled me in the opposite direction.

“bye granger!”

“bye weasley!”

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marvelmymarvel · 4 years

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Not A Maid

Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Synopsis: Living in the Zoldyck mansion with Illumi was wonderful, that is, if his mother left you alone.

"My darling, you don't have to clean" Illumi's voice floated through the air and caused you to stop scrubbing at the floor. You shot a sheepish smile up at him before resuming, "I quite enjoy cleaning my love!" You huffed out, putting more force into the scrubbing below you. Illumi didn't like seeing you working so hard, especially with the pregnancy belly that you were now sporting.

Sweat dripped down you face and Illumi opened his mouth once more to interject but his mother cut him off. "Oh good! I'm glad to see that your maid is working!" Kikyo's screech caused you to wince in pain, already feeling a headache coming on thanks to her. You could feel some blood lust drip from Illumi, telling you exactly how he felt about his mother calling you the 'maid'

"I'm not the maid Kikyo. I'm your sons fiance-"

"Same thing!!!" Illumi's nostrils flared at his mothers proclamation as she flew down to her knees beside you. You instinctively flinched away, not comfortable with anyone but Illumi being this close to you. Trying to bite back a snarl, you felt Kikyo's fingers rest on your stomach. The moment her fingertips touched you, Illumi's blood lust ignited and flowed off of him in violent waves which his mother ignored.

A sickness came over you as Kikyo purred and cooed down at your unborn child, yet Illumi didn't move an inch. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you practically begged him to save you. But he just stared at you blankly, as if not knowing what to do in this moment. "You're going to be a great assassin little one. I will make sure of it-"

You were ripped from the ground and into strong arms the second his mothers words fell from her lips. "That is quite enough mother! She is not a maid, and you will stop referring to her as such. Also, this child is ours and we will do as we please with it." Illumi's hair was up as his urge to kill his mother grew tenfold. He's never been this angry, and never towards his mother.

Kikyo looked offended, as if what she said before was completely rational. You curled up into Illumi's arms, choosing the safety of your fiance despite the intense blood lust radiating off of his body. "Illumi. You know that father wants an assassin as a-"

"I don't care what father says. I don't care what you say. This is our child, not yours." Your fingers gripped his flesh harder, urging him to calm down before he did something he would regret later. It wasn't like Kikyo controlled you, and it didn't matter what she referred to you as. You weren't a maid, you were her sons soon to be wife. Illumi felt your distress below him and instantly began to calm down his aura for your sake.

Seconds later, the nausea began to fade and your eyes began to soften on Kikyo. Illumi's grip was tight on your sides as he felt your confidence grow. While he loved your sharp tongue, he didn't want to kill his mother if she came after you because of it. "You do not control me nor my child, Kikyo" her eyes sharpened at your words, displeased with the turn of events unfolding before her. Kikyo felt as if she could control everything around her and lately, you've been getting sick of it.

Kikyo opened her mouth to argue, but her eyes widened and her mouth shut instantly. Looking up, you noticed Illumi's deathly glare locked on hers. He was backing you up, and man did it make you feel powerful. "If you dont like it, then I suggest you leave the mansion-"

"Fine by me!" Illumi snapped out, hand moving down and grabbing yours as he spoke. Kikyo's mouth dropped as Illumi drug you to your wing of the mansion, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he ignored his mothers cries and pleas. Did he want this? "Illumi my love-" the door slammed behind you, cutting you off as he angrily stormed to the dresser. You stood wide eyed by the door, watching him as he began to quickly pack everything. "Illumi... I'm so-"

He swiftly moved to you and scooped you into his embrace. Slamming his lips onto yours, he once again successfully silenced you and your stupid apologies. He would do anything for you, and if that anything included leaving his family, then he would do it over and over again.

You moaned against him, growing aware of the pounding on the door as well as Kikyo's wails for her son to stay. Illumi locked the door with his aura while also pulling you closer. "I was raised to not love anything or anyone. You were the first person to show me what I was missing" his voice was low in your ear, as if the words were for your ears only. Your eyes were closed, slightly afraid of seeing him upset despite his words. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, thumbs running under your eyes and coaxing them to open. The banging stopped, yet her wails echoed through your head.

You just broke up a family.

"You were their last..." you cried out softly, eyes snapping open and locking with his. Your world seemed to tilt around you but his gaze was keeping you steady and safe. Steady and safe... His family was never steady and safe. Illumi smirked at your statement before pressing a kiss to your temple and wrapping you in a bone crushing hug. He had so much to say to you. Because of you, he learned that love was a great feeling and something he should cherish. Because of you, he got the strength to leave his family and start one with you. It was all because of you and he had to show you the truth to why he was leaving. It wasn't because of his mother. It wasn't because of his past. It was because of you.

And leaving was the first step to showing you that.

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jacehelps · 4 months

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thank you doctor who for introducing me to this wonderful actress holy moly

#dont save gif pack coming soon

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demolition-lovers-blog · 4 years

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A Dark Love

Extra pt 2

Harry opened the door to the dungeon and he almost lost his composure, you were standing there in a little pink babydoll, your hair in pigtails with pink ribbons made into bows. When he said innocent he didnt think that you would look like this. Like a little innocent girl, he felt his pants tighten but held his himself back to seem unfazed by your look.

"You remember your safe word? Y/n nods an says a small "yes".

"Good cause there is a extremely good chance you are going to need it." He smirked. "Oh." Was all she could say,his smirk deepens "yeah,oh."

He instructs her to go kneel next to the bed with her hands on her lap and head down. She waits what feels like forever but in reality only minutes, then she feels him approach her.

"In here you are my whore, you will do exactly what I tell you or you will be punished. You have a safe word for a reason and you can beg and plead but unless the word "Apple" comes out of your mouth I will not stop. Understood?"

"Yes" she breathed out. Harry knelt down next to her, she expected him to break the dominance for a moment. She was wrong, he grabbed her by the hair snapping her head back so he could look into her eyes. "Yes,What!" His eyes glowing red as he looked down on her with distaste pulling her hair a bit harder. "Yes,Daddy!" She cried out. "Better,where. Dont let it happen again. If your a good girl and do as your told you will get to cum, but if you don't you wont be cuming anyday soon." He spoke in a monotone voice. "Yes,Daddy."

"Good girl." Harry walked away and y/n could here him opening drawers, moving around the room. She was excited, but even more then that she was nervous, she knows Harry was trying not to be upset with her earlier when he found her suitcase packed. What was she supposed to think when he was away and what she had heard. She is brought out of her thinking when tells her to stand up.

Harry waits for her to get to her feet. He is conflicted, he wants to do this he really,really does, but he also feels partly bad because he knows she was hurting when he was gone. He never expected to she her suitcase packed he felt his heart break, him the son of the devil, put everytime he felt like that he would remember his mother was a angel and that had to be where these feelings came from. He was mad at her, at himself,and at that bitch. She actually thought she could threaten his baby, the audacity of her, he had to take action and maybe he should have told y/n but he thought he was doing the right thing. Now looking back he would have told y/n, to save her from thinking that he didnt want her anymore.

Harry sat down on the bed with his legs parted. "Come here." Y/n took the few steps and stood between his legs before him. He ran his fingers over her shoulder and took the thin pink strap between them. When he had both hands on her shoulders fingers wrapped around both straps he yanked and they ripped and the babydoll fell down her body and landed on the floor around her feet.

"You look so pretty baby, you'll look even better when your on the bed with your hands tied to the post. As of now I'm not going to tie your feet to the post unless you cant stay still." He patted the bed. "Up, on the bed and on your back."

Y/n crawled up the bed placing her head on the pillow and stretching her arms out towards the posts. Harry hummed his approval "That's a good girl, if you keep it up you'll definitely be cumming tonight." Y/n nodded an said "Thank you daddy." Harry crawled up onto the bed and right over her caging her in with his body hands next to her head. "Ad much as I like theses." He twirled one of the pink ribbons on your pigtail through his large hands. "I'm going to put them to better use." He proceeded to take both ribbons from her hair and then used them to tie her wrist to the bedpost. When he was finished he was back over her again, leaning down kissing right under her right ear and working his way down to just above her collarbone, he then did the same to the left side. Y/n's breath was already picking up but the next thing he did had her gasping. Harry wickedly smiled down at her as he twirled the knife he held. He quickly kissed her lips it did little to ease her. He slowly ran the knife (although if you asked Harry he would tell you it's more of a sacred dagger) in between her breasts, he slid it over and before she could register he had cut the strap of her bra and moved to the other. Y/n was going to protest but he had the dagger right in the middle of the bra cutting that last, her bra basically just fell off to the sides at that point destroyed. "That's better." Harry smirked. He was hovering over her right nipple which was standing pebbled right in front of his mouth. He stopped right before he went to put his lips around it."Do we have a problem,hmm?" She knew he was referring to her destroyed bra. "No daddy,no problem." She shook her head. "That's what I thought." He then licked his lips and then encased them around her perk bud and sucked, he started out kinda gently and then he sucked harshly before he bit down on it. Y/n winced, but did her best to keep her mouthed closed so she did t make a sound. Harry seemed to approve of this as he went to the other nipple and did the same thing.

Harry paid attention to her tits for longer then normal sucking,biting and licking. He knew how sensitive her tits were and he was enjoying working her up. He knew she wanted to push her thighs together but he was preventing that since he was kneeling between them.

He sat up and slapped her right breast making her whimper then the left, he knew they were overly sensitive especially since he slapped them after he made sure they were wet and it would definitely sting more.

Y/n looked at Harry he was still clothed, she knew by now about his clothes kink and she had to admit it was hot. Fuck, he was hot, so fucking hot, and he wanted her. He could have anyone and he wanted her, he evened killed for her, that was turning her own, she was surprised at herself.

"Remember." Harry started. "Don't cum, if you get close tell me. Do not I repeat do not cum without permission or you will be a sorry little slut." "I wont daddy, I promise." Y/n quietly said. That seemed to be good enough for now cause he started kissing his way down her body. When his face was finally over her clothed pussy he licked a fat stripe up he panties his lips stayed over her clit but did nothing. He moved his hands to her hips so he could grab the sides of her panties and bring them down her legs pain staking slow. When they were discarded somewhere over his should he went back to center. "Your awfully wet babygirl." He chuckled "an all I've done is play with your tits." He grabbed her right leg and lefted it up. He started kissing slowly up her leg starting at her ankle and stopping right before her weeoi g cunt, by the time he had made it to her knee of her left leg she thought she was gonna loose her mind.

"Please." Y/n squeaked out. "Hmmm,please what slut?" He responded as he had made his way to her inner thigh. He didnt give her a chance to answer, he licked her wer pussy from her hole to right below her clit, he did this again and again chucking darkly because he knew she was going crazy trying no keep still and also because of his relentless teasing.

Harry sat back on his heels. He grabbed something that he had laid on the bed earlier. He got comfortable between her legs an started his torture again an then suddenly y/n heard a low humming sound. She jumped when a bullet was pushed down on her clit vibrating and Harry continued licking her. She whined and whimpered, trying her best to keep herself from squirming. "You ok baby?" He was being cocky and y/n knew it. She rushed out a "yes daddy". With that he changed it up all of a sudden his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked eagerly as he then pushed the small vibrator into her soaking wet hole.

Harry always wanting to fuck you up the best he could, took the vibrator out of your pussy it was dripping wet so he pushed it right into your small pucked asshole. Y/m screamed out, he ignored her and replaced his fingers where the bullet was and his lips back and sucking her clit.

This was too much and y/n knew it. She would never be able to hold out if he doesnt let her cum she knew this and knew Harry knew this too.

"Please daddy, I dont want to be a bad girl but i cant hold it much longer. Can i please cum, please daddy. I'm trying i really am!" She was crying tears running down her face. "I have barely touched you." He stated they both knew that was a lie. "You still havent even gotten my cock, and you just got my fingers little girl. You cant hold it...hmmm Well try I'm not ready for you to cum yet." He snarled out. Y/n actually considered screaming out "apple" but she held on she wanted to please him so bad, she wanted to make him proud and it took everything she had to hold her orgasm back.

"Do you know how sweet your little pussy is? I could eat this lil cunt for hours an I plan on it later but for right now I want your cum baby. I want to taste your cum all over my tongue, babygirl. Give daddy all your cum now, cum now soak my fingers and face lil girl give it to your daddy now!" She didnt need to be told twice her body started convulsing, her legs started shaking uncontrollably, and words were flying out of her mouth before she could even think about them.

"Yes daddy, thank you, thank you. It feels so good daddy. I want to be your goodgirl." Harry was licking and sucking and finger fucking y/n with in a inch of her life. "You are my good girl, baby. Keep cuming for daddy I want it all."

Y/n slowly came down and as the fog cleared she realized he wasnt stopping.

"Daddy I'm to sensitive." She whined.

"I dont care baby since you couldn't hold it for daddy. I decided since you couldn't handle edging, I guess were switching to overstimulating." He breathed out into her pussy. Her head was whipping from side to side, it hurt but it also the feeling was starting to swirl in her belly again. Harry could feel her pussy starting to tighten around his fingers again when he felt she was about to co.e he removed his finger, but he left the vibrating bullet in her ass.

Y/n cried out in frustration. Harry pulled his shirt over his head. Fuck y/n thought he even does that sexy,( by reaching back with one hand to grab the back of his shirt and pulling it off so it ended up in front of him) he then unbuckled his belt but instead of throwing it to the side. He brought it up and an around her neck, then looped it through the buckle and tightened it leaving him a lease.

He then went to unbutton and remove his black Jean's, leaving him only in his boxers.

"Dont you think your being selfish? Dont you think daddy deserves something or are you such a greedy little whore that you only care about yourself?" Harry gritted out. "No daddy I'm not greedy, im sorry want you to cum too." Harry eyed her. "How do you suppose we handle that?" "Please daddy I want to suck you off daddy. I want your cock in my mouth, down my throat hitting the back of it over an over again."

He growled he crawl2d up the bed and kneeled in front of her face, his knees next to her head on both sides. He sits up for a second to take off his boxers. His dick was hard, painfully hard and dripping of precum, he took his cock and rubbed the weeping head back an forth over her closed lips. "Dont open your mouth or lick your lips yet." He commands. He then pulls away some and starts slowly pumping his fist up and down his cock. "Beg for it slut." Y/n happily does. "Please daddy I want to suck your cock, want it so bad, I need it so bad please daddy please let me taste you I want you in mouth so badly please please daddy!" Harry a ts like he is thinking it over. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." She consents quickly doing so. He hovered over her for a second before he let a slow string of spit fall from his mouth finally ending up on her tongue. "Swallow." She did and then he was bringing his cock up to her mouth again. "Ok, baby open up and take daddy in like a goodgirl." She did wrapping her lips around his large shaft and sucking on it. Fuck that's it baby, just like that suck daddy's cock, fuck." Harry let her suck him off for a while until he pulled out and grabbed the end of his belt, pulling her face up to his.

"Daddy's gonna fuck your throat now baby and then I'm gonna destroy your two other tight holes." He growled out. He let the belt go with her head falling g back against the pillow, he then reached on hand down to bri g his cock to her mouth and the other hand grabbing the bed post in front of him. After she opened her mouth wide to take him and he slowly sunk in her mouth, his other hand grabbed the bedpost holding g on with both hands he proceeded to fuck her throat.

Harry couldn't help the moans and curses coming out of his mouth she felt so good he knew he was going to cum. He wasnt worried cause he would get hard again instantly. Y/n was gagging and choking, he loved hearing those noises from her. "I'm gonna cum baby, so, so hard down your fucking throat and your gonna swallow all of it." A few more harsh thrusts of his hips and he was cuming down her throat it was so much y/n thought she could never swallow it all but somehow she did.

Harry cam down from his high and y/n looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to remove the ribbons and belt. He only shook his head " you get five minutes skut and we start again. I told you I had two more holes to destroy and I do t plan on goin back on my word."

Y/n was thinking she got away easy but little did she know Harry hasn't even gotten started on her, she had a rude awakening coming her way....

A/n: Let me know if you want me to continue this/part 3

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to fix a broken promise | stuart twombly

word count; 8919

summary; stuart makes a pretty big mistake and breaks a promise to you, and now he has to try and make it up.

notes; this is the first of two parts in a little tribute for my best gal @stylesharrys and her birthday. happy birthday, babey, you deserve it, just for putting up with my dumbass. the second part is the actual happy birthday bit, this just leads up to it.

warnings; smut, pretty tame to be fair, that’s about it.

Throwing his bag down onto his desk, he rubbed at his eyes, a headache forming at his temples as he tried to shake the unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something. He had his laptop charger, he had his laptop, he had a mug of coffee, he had his wallet, his phone, his house keys, he had everything, so why did he feel like something was off?

Chalking up to stress form the project they were currently working on, he flopped down onto his seat, spinning slightly in the office chair before tucking himself under his desk, humming happily as he took a deep gulp of the hot and bitter liquid. Not that it was bitter anymore, after he’d put plenty of milk and sugar into it. Opening the lid of his laptop, he pressed down on the ‘on’ button, a soft sound filling the room as the device began it’s boot up, and he sent a small nod to his coworker as she all but skipped into the room, plopping down into own seat at the desk opposite his as she got herself started up for the day as a much faster speed than he was doing.

“So, you must be excited, then?”

Stuart’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her, arranging all her trinkets and photos around her perfectly as she typed in her password, looking up over the edge of the computer to him, brows raised as she waited for an answer. Excited wasn’t exactly the word he would use, more like relieved. This project had been killing him for the last few weeks, he’d been throwing everything he had into it in hopes of getting a subtly promised promotion and pay rise in the outcome. Simply sending her a nod, he hummed, and she seemed to accept that answer as she grinned, and he tuned her out as she began to go off into a description of a dress she was going to wear for some kind of event as some point.

Typing in his password, he ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath as he set off on a long days work of polishing up and perfecting the project he’d been putting his everything into for the last couple of months. He’d been pulling long nights in the office, often not going home until the sun had sunken behind the horizon, and sometimes even arriving before it had risen again in the morning.

He knew he probably should have balanced his time in a more effective way, but this way important to him, it was the first truly solo project he had been given and he wanted it to be flawless, he wanted to know he could produce something of merit and worth, and he knew he could if he put in all the work, and he had. He’d cancelled twice on his monthly visits to see his mom for it, promising that he’d come down for a whole weekend to make up for it once it was over. He’d denied every chance his friends had invited him out, opting to work on his project, and you had supported him. You’d brought him coffee and meals to his home office when he was working on the weekends, and you’d forced him to go to bed, no matter how much he’d huffed and puffed about it, only to ass out as soon as his head had hit the pillow.

The day had flown by, his stomach rumbling when lunch had rolled around and he’d actually smiled - genuinely - at Billy when the man brought him back a grilled cheese and chocolate muffin for him, a bottle of water on the side. He’d made a mental note to do something nice for the man in return, enjoying the large hand that had patted down on his shoulder as the taller colleague left him to it.

He hadn't quite realised how late it had gotten until he looked around and noticed that he was now alone in the office, his eyes glancing down to the clock in the bottom corner of his computer. Almost eight PM. He shook his head, his neck and back aching from his work and he stretched his arms up above his head, unable to hold back the grin on his lips as he hit save on his project, finished and ready to send it off. As soon as the small ‘whoosh’ sound of the email being delivered sounded out from his laptop, he cheered to himself quietly, shutting down the device and leaning his head back, letting his eyes slide closed for a moment.

He took a second, in his own solitude and joy, basking in the success of finishing his first project to the best of his ability, before rubbing at his eyes and standing up to pack away slowly. The lights in the corridor had gone off with the little movement, and so when they all began to flick on one by one, a single pair of footsteps echoing along the marble tiles, his head flicked up, meeting those of his boss as Stuart stood up straight, tugging his coat up his arms and fastening it as Chetty pushed the office door open, leaning on the glass panel as his brows furrowed.

“Twombly. What are you still doing here?”

Stuart cleared his throat, packing his bag and zipping it up as he licked over his lips, processing his words as his mind chugged slowly with his exhaustion. “Finishing up my project, sir. I just sent it over to you, I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

“I didn’t think you would still be here, isn’t tonight a special night?” The man chuckled out his words, and Stuart rubbed his hands in front of himself, brows furrowing as he rolled on the balls of his feet.

“Uh, what do you mean?”

“Isn’t tonight the night of your girlfriend’s charity event thing? Your whole office booked it off weeks ago, I had to approve all their day-off requests.” Stuart’s stomach dropped, and he felt like his blood was running cold, turning to cement in his veins as his heart just stopped beating.

That had been the feeling of something off. It had been so many months since you’d excitedly told him about it. Your work was throwing a charity event, hoping to raise some money to replace some of the equipment and get better facilities to help the residents in your care, and perhaps even take them all on a day trip out to cheer up some of those who needed it. You were giving a speech, a speech he was supposed to have helped you write and he’d been so busy with his own work that he’d completely forgotten.

He excused himself quickly, Chetty wishing him luck as he dashed outside to his car, the cold of the night hitting him at once as he made the quick walk across the campus to the car park, his feet stumbling under him as he tried to pull his phone out of his pocket. He had turned it off to stop it from distracting him, and he tapped his fingers against his leg anxiously as he watched the notifications suddenly become pouring in.

He had two missed calls and three texts from you, and a range of calls and texts from his team, before it had all gone silent around about an hour ago, and he swallowed thickly, opening a new message to you and nervously swiping his fingers over the electronic keys.

I’m on my way, baby! I’m so sorry! Be there soon! xxxx

He hopped into his car, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath as he thought about what he had to do. Firstly, he had to go home and change into his suit. He knew how formal this event was, and suddenly he realised why Neha had been droning on for almost thirty minutes this morning about her favourite types of formal dresses.

[Baby 🌹]

dont bother. already did my speech.

He felt sick to his stomach as he read the message, you had blatantly told him not to come, and the normal slew of kisses and emojis you normal gave him were absent, his heart clenching painfully as he made his way home slowly, cursing to himself under his breath.

Stuart had actually collapsed on the couch from how much pacing he had done, his legs aching and he was certain the carpet actually looked a little worn down from all the walking back and forth he had done. His leg would not stop jittering, no matter what he did, and his dinner had long since been cleared away, half-eaten as he gave up, worry gnawing at his insides as he awaited your arrival home.

He was just pulling out his phone to text you, to find out where you were as the late hours of the night dragged on, when he finally heard the screech of tires on the sidewalk outside the house, and he peered through the curtains, watching as you got out of the cab, waving to Neha and the others as they handed you your shoes, your body stumbling up the garden as the car pulled away, and he dashed to the front door, uncoding the latch and swinging it open to look at you.

You were paused, your key half-way to the door as you paused to look up at him, and he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, his brow furrowed as you burst out in a fit of giggles, falling forward slightly and his hands came down to grip at your hips as he guided you into the house, your heels being thrown haphazardly to the floor.

Raking his eyes along you, he swallowed thickly as he took in your makeup, hair done to perfection and a beautiful dress hanging on your body, and he recognised the colour, your dress the same shade as the tie you’d asked him if he liked a few weeks back, the one still sitting out on the counter below the mirror in your shared room. Your hands pushed his away from you, a giggled mumble of ‘I got it’ being provided as you made your way through the corridors, stumbling along happily in your steps as he followed behind you.

“Baby, I’m really sorry. I haven’t been there for you lately, and I was supposed to help you write your speech for tonight, I really fucked up.” His hands were wringing in front of his body as he watched you make your way through the one-story home to your bedroom, hands tugging idly at the zipper on the back of your dress and he reached in, undoing it for you carefully as you stripped down, leaving it in a heap on the floor.

“Doesn’t matter. I wrote my speech myself, and it was fuckin’ ace!” Your arms flew up as you spoke, a wide smile shining on your lips and he scooped your dress up, folding it delicately and placing it on your dresser as you ran your fingers through your hair, pulling out all the clips that held it up in it’s pretty style, building up a small collection on your nightstand.

“I know, but I’m still sorry. Work has just been crazy lately, an-”

“Funny, you couldn’t make it because work had been ‘oh so crazy’, but all the rest of your team did. Every single one of them showed up, but nobody knew where you were.” it was the first bit of venom you had held to him so far, and his blood ran cold, watching as you shrugged and turned away from him, laying your pyjamas out before you as you looked at them carefully, saying in your spot slightly from the alcohol in your blood and he gaped at you, unsure what to say as more apologies began to fly from his mouth, and you held your hand up to silence him, a small smile on your lips. “Don’t worry about it, Stu. I get it.”

“You.. get it?”

You giggled, deciding you wanted a shower as you kicked off your panties and undid the clasp of your bra, dropping the items into the laundry hamper as you padded across the room. “Yeah, I get it. Work is more important than relationships to some people, you’re married to your job, or whatever. It’s cool. It’s good to know. You’re one of those people, you can’t help it.”

You patted his chest as you walked past, a slight skip in your step as you made your way through the house to get to the bathroom, and he watched you go, his mind blank and ears ringing as he thought about your statement. He stumbled over his own feet as he followed after you, your hand under the water as you checked it’s temperature, waiting for it to warm up and you glanced at him over your shoulder, his shoulders sagging and a frown on his lips.

You simply offered him a smile, deciding the water was warm enough, and you turned to him before stepping under the stream, clearing your throat. “Will you make us a snack? I’m super hungry, and if I don’t eat, I’ll throw up in the morning.” You punctuated the statement with a small laugh as you fumbled for the body wash, a dopey grin on your face as you groaned out at the sensation of the warm water cascading over your head.

He simply smiled, guilt swelling in his gut as he moved from the bathroom and clicked the door shut softly behind him, pressing his forehead to the cool wood as he cursed under his breath, no idea how he could have let it get to the point that you thought he prioritized his job over you, and yet he could understand exactly why you thought that. He moved around the kitchen quietly, choking down his sadness as he tried to make you both something to eat, something that would help soak up all the drinks you’d consumed tonight so you wouldn't feel so bad in the morning, and he was just finishing up by the time you came downstairs.

Your wet hair was hanging behind you as you moved around in the space, leaving a slight damp patch on the back of the oversized shirt you were wearing over a pair of sleep shorts, a happy gasp on your lips as he placed the steaming plate of food before you. “A cheeseburger! Fuck, yeah!” He chuckled at your enthusiasm, sitting down to eat his own food as he watched you took in happily, sipping at the cold glass of water he’d provided for you between bites, small hums of satisfaction leaving you as you ate.

“Did it, um.. did it go well then?” He wasn’t sure how his question would be taken, and your eyes ficked up form your plate to look at him, stilling momentraily, before you licked the ketchup from he edge of your mouth and nodded at him, taking off into a detailed description of everything you had done during the night. You spoke about everything from the socialising to the donations to the pictures you had taken, and while he was overjoyed to see that you’d had such a good time, it only made it feel even worse for not being there. His team, his friends had all been there to support you, no matter how busy they had all been with their own work and lives, and as you showed him the picture of you all in front of one of the screens, wide smiles on all of your faces, he felt his gut twist as he noticed himself being the only face missing from the joyful lineup.

Leaving the plates in the sink to be washed in the morning, you seemed to have sobered up a little thanks to your food and the water, your footsteps more steady as you made your way to the bathroom to clean your teeth. He followed behind you shortly after, having checked that all the doors were locked and that the lights were all switched off, and you were just finishing when he arrived.

He took his time, changing into his pyjamas and getting himself ready for bed, your body curled around one of your pillows as you hugged it to your chest, your back facing his side of the bed when he finally came to crawl under the sheets. It felt unusual to sleep on his side, he was so used to sleeping on his back as you curled into his side, and yet now, he threw an arm over your waist, holding you gently and sighing out under his breath when you didn’t move back into him in the dark, instead choosing to remain where you were.

Nuzzling into his pillow, he decided that he would definitely make it up to you, and he would call into work tomorrow to book the day off and spend it with you. There was a small smile on his lips as he thought about how he would make it up to you as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

When Stuart awoke in the morning, he was filled with a whole new kind of energy as he set his mind toward making up for the mess he’d made. Your side of the bed was empty when he woke up, the sheets cold as he stretched, listening out to see if he could hear your movements around the house.

Rolling out of the bed, he rubbed at his eyes and fumbled for his glasses as he made his way through the home, the corridors and rooms silent, and he let out a low groan under his breath as he noticed your work shoes missing from the space they normally occupied on the rack by the door. Upon seeing the folded paper sitting on the kitchen counter, he already anticipated the words written on the paper, and yet he looked at it anyway, his body deflating as his plan to fix things all came crashing down around him once again.

‘picked up an extra shift, home at the usual time. x’

He ran a hand over his face, glancing at the clock and deciding that with nothing better to do, he may as well go to work and see Neha. If anyone could tell him how to fix a fuck-up this collosal, it was her.

He felt especially lonely while he was getting ready to go to work, the word now having a bitter taste in his mouth as he thought about the place that had consumed so much of his time that he’d completely forgotten about all the things that really mattered. The car journey was boring, and he made a quick stop at the store on his way, knowing that he may well have to bribe Neha into helping him.

His feet dragged along the floor as he neared his team office, his body riddled with anxiety and he felt weighed down, the tension making him swallow thickly as he finally pushed the door open, and the chatter in the office fell silent as he entered, all eyes on him curiously, and he offered them a tight lipped smile, letting the door shut behind him as he entered the room.

Neha was the first to approach, as he’d expected, slapping the back off his head as she tutted at him, wandering off to the kitchen, and he didn’t even bother to complain. Lyle quickly made himself busy, heading off to his desk, and Yoyo refused to meet his eyes as he spun around in his desk chair, typing at his computer. Both Billy and Nick were fixing him with looks he didn’t quite understand, and he sighed out, holding up the box in his arms.

“I brought you guys donuts.” He waved the box, dropping it down onto the central table and pushing it toward the middle as everyone looked on curiously, and Billy and Nick shared a look, cracking open the box each as they seperated on the couch, Nick patting at the space between them.

“Grab a ring and take a seat, my man.” Stuart did as he was told, taking a plain glazed donut and making his way towards them, Billy’s eyebrows shooting up as he watched Stuart move, mumbling under his breath at his surprise at not getting fought on the request, and he didn’t even have it in him to fight. He really could use the advice right now.

Collapsing down into the space, his fingers nudged his glasse sup as he ran a hand over his face, adjusting the specs back on his nose properly as he stared down at the treat in his hand, not really feeling entirely deserving of it and he leaned over, placing it down on the table as the two men either side of him chomped happily on theirs. “What happened, kid?”

“I don’t know. I forgot.”

The blond hummed, licking the icing from his fingers as he thought about it, and Billy clasped his free hand down on his shoulder. “Well, first of all, I think you should know that she was a superstar last night. She did her speech - very moving, by the way - and then talked to pretty much everyone. I think they did really well, she was on fire, really.” Nick smacked Billy behind him as Stuart bit his lower lip, nodding at the words.

“I’m glad, really. I wish I’d been there. I really fucked up. Thank you for looking after her, and for bringing her home.” Stuart whispered, sinking further into the seat and rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans. He felt a large hand muss up his hair in a playful movement, and he couldn’t even form a glare for the tall man who had done it, instead just letting his head roll back on the edge of the couch so he could stare at the ceiling.

“You really feel bad, huh?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how to fix this, guys. She thinks I care more about work than her, and can you even blame her?” Tears were welling in his eyes and he scrunched them up, growling under his breath as he refused the emotions, choosing instead to just huff out his thoughts. “I love her so fucking much, and now, she thinks I’m never going to care about her as much as I care about my job.”

Silence sat over the room at his confession, and he sniffed lightly, not even resisting the comforting pat that was placed on his arm, and not even the clicking of keyboard tiles could be heard as they all listened in on his exclamation.

“So, just show her she’s more important than work is?” It was Lyle that eventually spoke, and Stuart lifted his head, cracking his eyes open to look at the man and his brows furrowed, eyes squinting for a second as he willed away the sting of tears that hadn't been released.

“Any suggestions on how to do that would be greatly appreciated.”

All eyes turned to Neha, who was stirring her coffee, the spoon clinking against the edges of the mug as she pointedly avoided all the males’ gazes, before letting out something between a sigh and a groan, fixing Stuart with a glare as she gave in. “For the record, I’m only helping you because your girlfriend is awesome and deserves something great.”

“I could not agree more.” He muttered, and she pursed her lips, glancing at the open box of pastries on the table and Stuart offered her a grin as he sat forwards, pushing it towards her temptingly.

“And you brought donuts, so fine. I’ll help you.” The men either side of him cheered loudly, whooping and hollering as Stuart beamed, his cheeks flushing red as relief flooded his system, and Nick pointed at the sweet-treat he had abandoned at the beginning of the conversation.

“Eat your donut. We have a lot of work to do.

Nick had been right, there really was a lot of work to do. He had spent the day running around the office building to gather donations from every team he could think off, not backing down until he had checks written out just to get rid of him, a proud sum of money in a stacked collection of paper slips that he had placed into an envelope, sealing it tightly and tucking it into his bag.

It had taken hours for Neha to warm back up to him, but when she eventually had, she’d brainstormed ideas one how to fix things, and show that he really cared. He’d had to practically beg Chetty for the time off work two weeks from now, and the hour he had spent being chastised by your protective coworker on the phone had been the longest and most intimidating of his life, and he was almost afraid to show up at your work to collect you anymore.

The team had throw idea after idea at him, his mind spinning as he tried to process everything he could do, and that was exactly how he found himself standing nervously in the middle of the kitchen, his fingers drumming on the counter as she waited for you. The smell of your favourite freshly cooked dinner was hanging in the air, a bottle of wine sitting out on the perfectly laid candles flickering quietly as one of your playlists played low tunes in the background, two envelopes sitting on the table, one small and thick, the other large and flat.

Finally, the clicking of keys sounded in the doorway, your tired sigh following it as Stuart made his way into the corridor, awarding you a soft smile as he watched you toe off your shoes, wiggling your toes for relief as you hung up your coat.

“Smells good in here.”

He grinned, taking a step forward and lacing your fingers with his, raising your hand up until he could place small kisses to your knuckles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as you laughed gently at his actions. “I cooked.”

“Oh, good, I’m starving. I didn’t get a chance to grab breakfast this morning before they were calling me in and I had to go.” You chatted, brushing off the events of the previous night entirely as he guided you through to the kitchen, pulling your chair out for you as you looked around at his attempt at a romantic setting. “You know it’s not my birthday for like.. three weeks yet, right?”

“I know. But I wanted to do something nice for you. Show you how much you matter to me.” You fixed him with a curious look, your brows raised, but you took the seat he was offering, letting him tuck you under the table before taking the food from the oven where it had been keeping warm and quickly serving you both up a plate, handing it over to your waiting hands as you grinned at him.

He put his own food down in his place, before popping the cork on the bottle of wine, holding it up to you in a silent offer and you nodded, letting him pour you a glass, repeating it for himself as he moved to sit down, and your hand found a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down until you could place your lips on his gently, a sigh leaving him as he eagerly returned the sweet kiss. His hands cupped your cheeks delicately, and he smiled against your mouth, pulling away and placing a final kiss to your lips as he sat down. “This looks so good, Stu.”

“Well, I’ve made it enough times that I’m almost certain I got it right, so, here’s hoping.” You raised your glass at his joke, tapping it against his before lifting your fork, taking a bite of the food and taking a few test chews, before you were moaning out happily at the taste and placing another forkful between your lips, your eyes sliding shut. “This is exactly what I needed.”

He grinned, tucking into his own food as the two of you ate quietly, sipping at your wine and simply enjoying the music, occasionally humming along to the tunes as you ate. It was at least half way through your meal before you spoke up again, licking the sauce from your lips before guiding your gaze up to him, his gaze fixed on you as he waited for you to finish your mouthful before speaking up.

“So, how was work?”

He grimaced placing his knife and fork down as he shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Fine. Nothing exciting happened. How was your day?”

Your brows rose as he dismissed the question, the forkful of pasta halfway to your mouth as you looked at him, your eyes narrowing slightly. “What? That can’t be true. You always want to talk about your day at work, or your big project, what’s going on?”

“None of that really matters, I’d much rather talk about you.” He confessed, and you chewed slowly as you looked at him, awarding him with a simple hum as you considered his words, and he ate anxiously as he watched you sip your wine to wash down to food, swilling it around your glass before finally speaking again.

“What did I say last night that’s making you act so different?”

His gut churned, his mouth dropping open and his cheeks flushed, his shoulders slumping as he looked at you and he let out a sigh under your gaze. “Is it really that obvious?”

“No, it’s just that you’ve been so preoccupied lately that something must have happened that made you suddenly take a night off work to cook and light candles and do all this. Seeing as you couldn't even make it to my charity event last night, something big must have happened. I’m assuming I said something about it to you last night when I got home. I’d had a fair amount to drink.” You shrugged, like it was the simplest thing in the world to say, and you continued eating as the man put down his knife and fork, watching you longingly.

“That’s just it, you didn’t say anything last night that isn’t true, that you haven’t said now.” He reached out across the table, taking one of your hands in both of his and smoothing his thumbs over your knuckles as he thought about his next words. “You said that you think I care more about my job than I care about you, and that it was okay because that’s just who I am, but it’s not okay, and that’s not who I want to be.”

“Oh, Stuart, I was dru-”

“No, don’t say it was because you were drunk, because I know that I’ve been a really shitty boyfriend lately. I just don’t want you to ever think that you aren’t the most important thing in my life, okay?” He paused, glancing up at you as you watched him carefully, giving him a small smile of encouragement. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, you know that.”

“I know, but I love you so much that you're all I want, you’re everything to me and I feel awful that I didn’t help with your speech and I wasn’t there to see you and support you. I feel so guilty, and I know one stupid dinner doesn’t make up for how I’ve been treating you lately, but I’m kinda’ hoping these will.”

He took one hand out of yours, handing you the small envelope and you opened it curiously, your jaw dropping as you laughed unbelievingly, flicking through all the slips in the envelope as you looked at them, all donations to your cause for getting better equipment and healthcare for the residents in your care. “Holy shit, Stuart! What did you do, go door to door at Google?” Your words were joking, but he scratched at the back of his neck, chuckling under his breath.

“Yes, actually. I was very persistent and incredibly annoying. Unlocked my secret ability to be a door-to-door salesman, apparently.” You merely rolled your eyes, placing the envelope back down as he grinned, and you pushed your chair back, rounding the table and standing before him, hands on his cheek as you pulled his face in towards you for another kiss, but he moved at the last minute, head twisting in your arms as he reached for the other envelope, and your hands moved down to loop around his neck. “That one was for making it up to you for not being at your event yesterday. This one is for making it up to you for being such a crappy boyfriend lately. It’s also a birthday present.”

You cooed at him, taking the envelope and pushing his hands out from where they were covering the front of his body, and you seated yourself happily across his lap, one of his arms coming to fasten around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched you skim your thumb under the seal of the envelope to open it. Pulling out the collection of papers, you scanned your eyes over the front page of it, laughing lightly under your breath.

“I’m taking a week off work?”

“Keep looking.” He grinned, and you moved the page that had the details of you week off from work printed on to the back of the stack, the familiar bright colours of the google insignia standing out on the crisp white paper as you read quietly, the words mumbled from your lips as he watched you carefully, pulling back to press a kiss to your shoulder, before balancing his chin there once again.

“We’re taking a week off work?”

“Mhm. There’s more, you haven’t even seen the best part yet.” Your brows raised, and you twisted in his arms to press a kiss to his lips, a happy hum sounding from him before he pulled back, lips still puckered and a whine in his throat. “No, no, read first. Kiss me after.”

“Okay, okay!” You chuckled at his enthusiasm, flicking the paper over and shaking your head fondly as you turned to look at the papers. Your eyes moved over the page once, twice, three times before your jaw dropped, your face turning to Stuart’s as your eyes searched his. It was silent for a moment, the papers in your hands being placed down as you turned to look at him fully, your hands holding his face firmly between your hands as he beamed at you, a wide and toothy grin on his face. “Why am I looking at plane tickets to Rome?”

Your voice was uncertain and shaky, and his smile only widened as he looked at you. “What reason could we possibly have for plane tickets?” He moved the seat reservations from your sights to show you the final paper, the hotel room tickets and details on the final one. “I can’t possibly imagine why we would have a hotel booked too, b-”

“We’re going to Italy?”

“We’re going to Italy!” He watched your reaction, a loud squeal leaving you as you jumped up from his lap, cheering loudly as you shook the papers, practically bouncing up and down on the spot as you cheered happily. He stood up, his hands finding your hips as he pulled you toward him, taking the papers from your hands and placing them down on the table, your chest pressed flush up to his as his arms wound around your waist. “So, forgiven?”

“Hm, I think so.” You teased, your nose bumping against his and he let the weight from his shoulders fall away as he relaxed under your touch.

“Kisses now?”

“Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you, Stuart Twombly.” Your hand around his neck pulled him down, your mouths meeting in a heated embrace and he groaned into your mouth, licking along your lower lip as his fingers dug into your hips. He dipped you backwards a little, your body arching into his as he leaned down, your tongues tangling together happily, your fingers moving to play with the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stuart.” You mumbled the words into his mouth and he growled, nipping at your lower lip as he hummed, pressing a few more long kisses to your lips. “Now, are you going to take me to bed or not?” He nodded, smirking down at you as he guiding you backwards in slow steps, navigating you through the halls of your home, your feet moving in slow steps as he moved you, until you were standing in the middle of your bedroom, soft smacking sounds of your kisses echoing from the walls. Your hands smoothed up into his hair to tug on the soft chocolate strands, his own palms sliding down from your hips until he was squeezing at your ass roughly, your soft pants being swallowed by him as he kissed your hungrily, tongue dragging against your own.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me how to make you happy.” You pulled back, peppering kisses along the smooth skin of his jaw as he tipped his head back for you, his breathing shallow as you did and he held you close to him.

“You do make me happy, Stuart.”

“Then tell me how to make you moan.” His voice was husky, and you took your lower lip between your teeth, whimpering under your breath as he dipped his own head, sucking on the sweet spot he knew so well as he licked over your skin, kissing and nibbling as he worked to leave a mark that wouldn't fade for days to come.

“Just show me how much you love me.”

“I can do that.” His fingers moved up, dancing along your waist as he pulled up the hem of your shirt, tugging the cotton item up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. He kissed along your neck, sinking lower and lower until he was dropping to his knees. He left open mouthed kisses along the skin of your stomach, nimble fingers popping open the button on your jeans as he inched them down and along your thighs, your hands on his shoulders as you stepped out of the restrictive material, kicking them away.

His hand smoothed up and over your thighs, massaging at the muscles tenderly before standing back to his full height, hands on your cheeks to pull your lips back to his. You didn’t even realise he was walking you backwards until your legs met the edge of the mattress, his fingers toying with the clasp of your bra, getting it undone and stripping it from your body, large and calloused palms cupping your tits and squeezing them lightly between his fingers.

Your mewls reached his ears only seconds later, your nails raking over his chest and you tugged idly on on his t-shirt, whining into his mouth.

“I want this off.” You whispered, and he chuckled deeply, stepping away from you to discard the shirt, his bare skin reflecting the dull lighting of the room, your eyes tracing each individual mole and freckle marked on his skin, the dark marks standing out prominently on his pale flesh and you swallowed thickly, licking over your lips as you took in the shirtless sight of the man you loved.

Catching your fingers in the belt loops of his khakis, you tugged his hips toward you, your lips pressings sweet kisses along his shoulders, and his rough hands rubbed up and down your sides, your skin erupting in goosebumps as heat flooded your body, leaving your skin flushed under your boyfriend’s lustful gaze. “These too?”

Two of his own fingers hooked under the waistband of his pants, tugging them away from his body a little and snapping them against his skin, your head moving before you could stop it, lips parted and mouth dry and you shivered under the look he was giving you. “Yes, please.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

He winked at you, his smirk never fading as he undid the front of his pants, his eyes locked with yours as he pushed them down his thighs, kicking them from his feet until the two of you were just standing before one another in your underwear; you in your panties and him in his boxers. You could feel your slick running through the thin and flimsy material of your underwear, and the wet patch forming on the tented front of Stuart’s boxers told you he was feeling the exact same way.

“You’re so beautiful.” His words could barely be heard, but you caught them, your heart swelling with pride and love as you nodded, taking his hand in yours and guiding the two of you down onto the sheets, crawling backwards up the bed as he followed above you, leaning you down until your head was buried in the pillows. His breath was fanning over your cheeks, hot and panted as the two of you watched one another, eyes locked in loving embrace.

Your hand slipped between you both, along your front and down to palm at the straining cock in his boxers, a low grunt leaving him as you did, your nails tracing the outline of his hard cock, even through the wet cotton. “Condom. Now. I need you.” You gestured to the bedside table on his side, and his jaw fell open, his eyes wide as he nodded quickly.

“Okay. Okay, I got it.” He pulled away, reaching over just far enough to grab one of the thin silver packets from the box within the drawer, the wood slamming shut soon after as he pulled back. Pulling away from your body, he dropped his boxers to the floor, foil packet held delicately between his teeth as he pumped himself slowly, moving back to kneel over you on the bed, precum leaving his red and taut skin shining as he toyed, finger pushing up underneath the head of his cock as he let out strangled sounds as he pleased himself.

Seconds later, he was tearing the packet open, rolling the rubber onto his cock and humming at the stimulation of the action, his hands finding the lace on either side of your body, your hips lifting up as he eased the material away, no longer hiding your soaked core from his views. With a hand on each knee, he parted your thighs, his body settling between them as he left wet kisses along your collarbones, moving down until he could wrap his lips around one stiff standing nipple, your back arching as a hand wove into his locks, holding his head to your chest.

Swirling his tongue around the taut bud, you whined out, hips rolling up onto his leg, a thigh clenched as you ground your dripping core onto his skin, a growl leaving him and he left wet and shiny trails on your skin as he dragged his tongue along your flesh to give the other mound the same attention. Your walls were clenching around nothing, flooding with arousal as your body thrummed with need.

He pushed two fingers through your folds, swirling them in the wetness that had gathered and pushing against your clit, and a shake ran over your body, your eyes closing and your head pushing back into the pillows, a loud cry of his name leaving your lips the second his lips wrapped around your clit. Sucking gently, he pushed a single skinny digit into you, your walls fluttering around his finger and sucking it into you deeper as the pad smoothed along your walls.

Pulling it out slowly, the nail scratched just enough to make your hips jump up, the pressure of his movements on the pulsing bud between your legs only getting quicker and rougher, his tongue joining the mix as he lapped at your core. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, his eyes watching as your face scrunched up in pleasure and your jaw hung open, calling his name out as he brought you waves of bliss, even just from the simple touch.

Setting a fast rhythm, he prodded a second finger at your entrance, soon allowing it to join the first, the tips of his fingers brushing your spot each time he plunged into you deeply, and he scissored his fingers, opening you up for him as your thighs trembled under his touch. Your own hands lifted up, palming at your tits and he slurped between his fingers, licking up every droplet of wet arousal you let out, drinking you in needily as wet sounds filled the room, filthy and pornographic as he moaned into your body.

The vibrations shot along your spine, and with a hand in his hair, you tugged, dragging his face back up to yours, his chin glistening with your juices as you looked at him, eyes wide and filled with lust glasses sitting askew on his face and you reached up, taking them from his face carefully and placing them on the set of drawers beside the bed. Yourhands held his face, thumbs running over his cheekbones softly as you pulled his mouth down to yours. The taste of you spread from his mouth to your own, and he groaned softly as you sucked on his lower lip, the tip of his cock prodding at your heat and he could feel the wet warmth coming from you, even through the rubber.

“I’m ready. Just fuck me, I need it. I need you.” He nodded, lips still puckered as you pulled away and he lifted one of your legs up to sit on his hip, his hand lining him up between you both and his eyes locked with yours as he sunk forward, filling you slowly, inch by inch until your hot walls were hugging around his cock tightly, your hips pressed together as he mumbled profanities and praises for only you to hear.

He gave you a moment to adjust, your walls stretching to accommodate his size and you let out a deep breath, rolling your hips up into him to give him the signal that you were ready, and he took it, moaning out your name as he pulled back slowly, feeling every dip and inch of your tight passage as he moved slowly. When he was almost all the way out of you, he snapped his hips back forward, your back arching up into his chest as he filled you up deeply once again.

Your nipples rubbed against his chest, the stimulation jolting through your body and you could feel every throb and vein of his member, your eyes fluttering shut as he held you close. One hand was sitting on your thigh as he set off in his thrusts, fingertips digging so tightly into your skin that there would be fingerprint bruises on your skin in the morning, the other holding him up above you as his movements picked up speed. “Harder, baby.”

“I got you.” His words were strained, and he gripped onto your body with more force, the hand beside your head tightening in the sheets, his thrusts hitting deep each time and he was pressing to your special spot, your vision flashing with colours as they rolled back, bliss coursing through your veins. He lifted your leg up higher, balancing it on his shoulder and a scream was torn from you at the new angle, and you only tightened around him.

“Fuck, sweetehart, you’re so tight for me.” His words were practically growled out, sweatlining his forehead as he rammed into you in touch thrusts, the bed slamming back into the wall each time he rocked his hips down, his shaft slipping in and out of you with some of the dirtiest sounds you had ever heard.

“Oh, God, I love it. I love you. Oh, fuck! Stuart!”

“That’s right, baby, scream my name.” He pulled out of you quickly, hands on your hips spinning you around until you were popped up on your knees, your face buried in the sheets, muffling the scream you let out as he slammed back into you in one swift movement. Your nails clawed at the bedding beneath you, your body jolting with every deep thrust he gave you and you felt the spring in your guts beginning to wind up tight, your eyes rolling back in your head as you pushed yourself up on shaky arms.

His hand laced in your hair, pulling your head back so that your sounds were free to echo around the room, clear and loud as you begged and pleaded for him, your back arching up closer to him, and you slammed your hips back to meet his as your thrusts were sloppy, the way he was moving making your head spin.

“Fuck, you gonna’ cum for me, sweetheart? Scream my name, tell everyone who’s making you feel this good? Tell everyone who loves you?” You nodded, gasping breathlessly for him and he leaned over you, his chest almost meeting your back as his movements became uncoordinated and sloppy.

Two of his fingers dipped into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them and soaking them with spit, and he moaned loudly in your ear at the feeling, your cheeks following around his fingers and you could still faintly taste your own essence on his skin, the thought only making you flood with wetness, soaking his cock and he slid easily in and out of you. Trailing the fingers along your skin, lines of saliva connected the tips of his fingers to your lips, until he moved them down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles onto the abused bead.

You threw your head back, letting out a near animalistic sound as your climax crashed over you like a rush. Wave after wave of pure bliss raced through your body, and he could barely move as you shook in his arms, and he held you tightly to his chest, fucking you through your climax as he reached the edge himself. He let out a deep growl into your ear as he came, teeth nibbling on your earlobe and kissing at your jaw as he rode you both through the high.

His skin slid against yours, sweaty and shining as he pulled back, your exhausted body collapsing down onto the sheets as you twitched and quivered, a dopey smile on your face as your eyes closed, a high and deep sigh leaving you as you squirmed in the sheets. Stepping back, he pulled the condom from his cock, his dick already softening as he tied it and discarded it to the bin in the corner, his muscles aching as he dropped down onto the mattress beside you.

You rolled over and lifted his arm as he chuckled tiredly at you, letting you tuck yourself under his arm and nuzzle your nose into his neck, your bodies curling up together to cuddle and he ran his fingers over your skin, tracing indiscernible patterns as you calmed your racing hearts.

“I missed cuddling with you last night. I’m glad you’re back.”

“We don’t cuddle?” You mumbled, yawning through your words and he hummed, nodding and pressing a series of kisses to the top of your head as he relaxed, his own eyes sliding closed as the two of you relaxed.

“No, you cuddled your pillow and we spooned a little.”

“When I woke up, we were curled up together. Guess my unconscious missed you too much to ignore.” He placed a hand over your face, scoffing and pushing you away from him as he teased you for your cheesy statement, and you merely giggled as a reply, squeezing your arms around him tighter as you pulled yourself back into his body, your front pressed up to his side.

“You’re sickeningly cheesy, I can’t stand it.”

“Says the one who booked a romantic trip to Rome.” You joked, and he rolled his eyes, a blush crawling up his cheek as you kissed lazily at the skin you could reach, before pulling back to tug at the sheets, trying to ease them out from under his body, and he shuffled lazily to allow you to, many groans and complaints being thrown in. However, when the covers were draped over his body, he snuggled down into them happily, your eyes rolling fondly as you looked at your half-sleeping boyfriend. “So, how did you get the time off work for both of us?”

“Oh, a lot of begging was done.” He joked, silence settling over the room, and he turned his head toward you, puckering his lips for a slow and deep kiss, which you happily granted you as the two of you adjusted yourselves under the covers. “I love you, and I promise I’ll be better.”

“You’re perfect as you are, Stuart. I love you too.” You muttered, a yawn covering your lips, and he nodded, squeezing you in a silent response. “It’s going to be a very happy birthday for me.”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

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Baby its Cold Outside (PART 9)

Bakugo x Reader

Have you seen this man

**** Warning**** This chapter has a bit more graphic violence than the others.

Words : 2810

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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You actually got pulled to duty today, so naturally you just had to be feeling under the weather. Any other day of the week you could sit at your desk or hell just lay on one of the many couches in the break room, but nope. Not today. Today you need to go assist in a bank robbery. It was a simple call. They just needed you to pop in and get the hostages out. Piece of cake. From what you understood there was only four hostages and only two villains. Walk in the park.

But because you were already having a bad day it would only make sense if it got worse from there. So you arrive on scene and guess who’s already there? Bakugo. And guess who is yelling like the mad man he is that you don't need to go in there? Again Bakugo.

“Nope. No. I don’t think so! This feels all too familiar. Nope. Cant do it. Go home. I think I can hear Zuko crying from here. You should probably go check on him. I can take care of this...” He probably didn't even know he was doing a full on Deku rant but you weren’t about to point that out to him right now.

“Ground Zero... I appreciate your concern but I was called here specifically. I assume because they knew you’d blow up the building. I’ll have them out in five minutes. Now you can either help me or pout. That part is totally up to you.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, probably not appreciating be called Ground Zero. But you were in pubic and trying to be professional. “Okay Adsum..” He threw a little extra sarcasm on your name. “What do you want me to do?”

You gave him a victorious smile, “I’m glad you asked. I can do this a lot faster if the villains are distracted. So do what you do best. Yell at them, blow things up, get their attention. And once I’ve got them all out you can go Lord Explosion Murder all over the place... Sound good?”

He ground his teeth, “Yeah whatever just hurry...”

Before the accident Bakugo wouldn't have bated an eyelash at you doing something like this. Now it was like pulling teeth.

You ended up pulling everything off flawlessly. Only minor damages but that’s only to be expected when Bakugo’s involved.

You endured the strobes of flashing cameras as the press yelled praise and questions. But neither you nor Bakugo paid them any attention. In fact you wanted to get as far away as possible. You started to feel light headed and you thought you were going to vomit any second now. Once you were far enough away you bolted towards a trash can and emptied your breakfast.

Bakugo was at you in an instant holding your hair and rubbing your back, “Oi... you okay? You pushing yourself too hard again? I don’t care how small she is, I’ll fucking fight Dylan.”

You pulled a tissue out of your pocket and wiped your mouth. “I dont think it’s Dylan. I think I’m just sick. I wasn't feeling too hot before I even came in today. But now that I think of it, We did have a harder day yesterday than we usually do. She had me pushing myself to see how many times I could teleport in under a minute.” You gave him a proud smile, “I got all the way up to 30. Thats once every two seconds.”

He brushed a few hairs out of your face, “As proud as I am of you, you need to take better care of yourself. I know you say she knows your limits and everything but I still dont think there’s a chance in hell she knows your limits better than you do.” You went to protest but he gave you a pointed look, “Can you please take the rest of the day off? Just go home and get some rest. You clearly need it. ”

“Ugh, fine... but only if you bring home some ice cream later...”

He laughed, “You and your damn ice cream. Yes I will bring you ice cream. Cookies and cream or chocolate chip cookie dough?”

You gave him puppy dog eyes, “Both?”

He smirked, “How could I say no to that. Alright you got yourself a deal. Now get out of here before I throw you over my shoulder and drag you home myself.”

You wagged your eyebrows, “Oh yeah?”

He thumped you between the eyes, “Oi! We are at work women! Contain yourself.... you also just threw up...soooo I will give you a professional hand shake goodbye.”

He held his hand out and you just rolled you eyes. You held your hand out as well but before it met his you popped behind him and smacked his ass. “Report me to HR... I dare you.” And then you popped away in the direction of your apartment before he could scold you. You ended up ditching the costume and packing it away in your backpack. You called a cab because you really were not feeling well.

You didn't know if the cab driver was staring at you periodically because he recognized you or if he thought you might throw up in his cab. Either way he didn't make any attempts at conversation which you were thankful for.

You quickly took a half ass shower and brushed your teeth before going straight to bed. You passed out a soon as your head hit the pillow.

You woke up hours later to the loud ringing of your cell phone. You checked the time before you answered. It’s a little past midnight, Katsuki should have been home by now.

The caller ID said Kiri and your heart sank. With shaky hands you clicked answer, “He..” You cleared your throat, “Hey Kiri? What’s with the late night phone call? You wouldn't happen to know where Bakugo is would you?”

“That’s actually why I’m calling! I’m on my way to get you. I’ll explain everything when I get there. Just get dressed and get ready to go. Zuko too! Dont answer the door for anyone who isn't me!”

He hung up before you could ask what was going on. Truly panicking now you jumped out of bed and started digging around for clothes. You were pulling on your shoes while simultaneously trying to locate Zuko’s leash when a loud bang came from the other side of the door.

“Hey Bitch! Open up the damn door! We know you’re in there! Dont make me break this shit down!”

Zuko started growling as you looked through the peephole. You gasped, it was the cab driver from earlier. He did recognize you. And he brought a friend.

“Your little boyfriend aint here to protect you now is he! Not like he was the night he killed my brother! My brothers dead because of you!”

You had no idea what the mad man was talking about but it was enough to send chills down your spine. You didn't want to risk having to fight them one on one. You still felt too sick for that. You knew Kiri was on the way so you could wait util he got there... *CRACK*

They had started kicking at the door now. “Shit...”

“We’re going to make you pay for what you did you little bitch!”

*CRACK*

“Then when we’re done, we’ll take out that that little shit stain Ground Zero!”

*CRACK*

“Then we’ll track down every girl you saved that night!”

*CRACK*

You ran to the kitchen and took one of Bakugo’s really expensive knives. Surely he’d forgive you for fucking it up. You returned to the door that was only about one hard push from coming off the hinges. You focused really hard as you squeezed the knife in your hand. Then there was a slight pop and the knife was gone.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” You looked through the peephole again but this time the cab drivers buddy had a knife... Bakugo’s knife, the one you were just holding, lodged in his chest. You did it.... You had teleported the knife through the door.

Before you had a chance to back away from the door, the cab driver threw his shoulder into it, effectively taking it off its hinges and throwing you to the ground. “Fuck!” You tried to scramble to your feet but he caught your ankle.

You kicked him in the face twice before he let go. You had barley gotten to your feet when Zuko lunged for him. Bakugo spent a lot of time training him... so it didn't surprise you when he went straight for the throat. But watching as your dogs teeth sank into another man’s throat... it was hard to watch.

The man cried out in alarm but Zuko just dug deeper and growled. You eyes went wide, “Zuko! No! Get back here!”

Zuko let go and ran back to you. The man’s blood was pooling around him now as his eyes began to droop close.

You sat down in shock staring at the scene before you. Two dead men. Blood. so much blood. Your breathing was starting to get shallow.

“Holy shit! What happened to don’t open the door for anyone but me?! Y/N! Are you okay?”

Your eyes slowly met Kirishima's, “Where’s Bakugo?”

He grabbed your hand and started pulling you out of the apartment and down the hallway. “I’ll tell you in the car... Come on Zuko!”

You sped off with Kirishima checking his rearview mirror periodically. He didn't ease up until he was almost to the agency you worked at. “Okay so here's the deal. So as you just discovered some quirkless cabdriver found out where you and Bakugo live. He sent a threat along with some pictures of you walking into the building to Bakugo.”

You gasped but Kirishima wasn't done, “Yeah but what's worse is he also sent it to the league of villains. Told them you were the one who messed up their human trafficking deal and Bakugo was the one who blew up some of their best men. You both have pretty big targets on your back right now. And Bakugo being Bakugo... he....”

Your hands gripped the leather armrest, “Kiri don’t tell me he went off on his own... KIRISHIMA WHERE IS HE?!”

He gave you a sad look, “We don’t know. He called me and told me to get you out of the apartment and then hung up... That was an hour ago.”

Your eyes welled with tears. He’s so stupid. always yelling at you for not waiting for back up and now he thinks he can just show up alone to fight the League of villains of all people!

“Where are you taking me?”

“Technically I’m supposed to bring you to the agency while we wait this out... but...”

You leaned forward, “But what?”

“But we’re going to meet up with Deku, Todoroki, and Denki and where going to go get him.”

“I thought you said you didn't know where he was?”

He gave you a shit eating grin, “I dont. But we happen to know where all the League of Villain hideouts are. All we need now is for you to teleport to each one. Find him and report back. They’re all within a few miles of each other. I know it’s kind of pushing it but Bakugo told me you once teleported 15 miles.”

You nodded, “By accident sure, but my range has gone up! Its almost to three miles now... He’ll kill you for this you know? He won't want me involved in this at all.”

He rubbed his neck, “Well that's a risk I’m willing to take to get his dumb ass home.”

Half an hour later you along with the others were huddled around a map with all possible locations circled. Todoroki pointed to a spot almost exactly in the middle if the others, “That’s where we are right now. This spot is about 5 to 10 miles from all possible locations. Y/n. We need you to teleport to each of them until you find them. When you do, do not engage. Teleport back to us. You’ll take me first, then Midoriya, them Kaminari, and lastly Kirishima. Do you understand?”

You nodded, “I’m going to be honest.. I don’t know how efficient Ill be. I’ve only been working on this kind of thing for a month or so. I’ll likely have to teleport two or three times to get to each location. Do you have pictures?”

He shook his head, “No I apologize we do not. Are you sure you’re up to it?”

You cracked your knuckles, “Which one first?”

You popped in and out. Running into trees, and ponds, and whatever else was in your way. You had to stop to throw up nice or twice, but you never did it in front of the other heros. They didn't need to see you were sick. You were on to the fourth location when you made a mental note to thank Dylan profusely when this is all over. Without her intense training you don’t know if you could have done any of this.

This stretch only took you two teleports to get there. You were breathing heavy with a sweat soaked shirt when you heard it, the familiar sound of an explosion. “Katsuki?” You were hiding in a couple of trees that surrounded a barn. You teleported to the top of the closest tree and look down. Sure enough there he was. You were itching to go to him. To drag him out by his ear. But you had a job to do. You took one last look at his blonde head. Hoping he would still be here when you got back.

In one long stretch that made your muscles scream in protest you teleported back to your friends, “I found him now lets go. We need to hurry!”

Shouto stepped up and you spat a quick, “Hold your breath.” And you were off. You dropped him by the same tree you had just stood under and pointed in Bakugo’s direction, “Hes that way. Just listen for the yelling and the explosions.”

Without waiting for a response you went back to get Midoriya. When you dropped him off you started to feel dizzy. Not good. You leaned on a tree and gripped your head. Through gritted teach you made it back for Kaminari.

When you came for Kiri you couldn’t help it. You threw up.

“Shit Y’n are you okay?”

“Yeah I just have the flue or something. Just give me a minute.”

A minute turned to twenty and you could still hardly pick your head up. Kiri came and knelt next to you. “Hey they made it out okay. They took him kicking and screaming, but they got out. I just got off the phone with Midoriya. What do you say we get you to a hotel room and get you something to eat huh? My treat. It’s the least I can do after I basically volunteered you for this.”

You wanted to protest but your stomach gave you away. You hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and you had thrown that up a long time ago. “Yeah I could really use some food. I’m fucking starving.”

You called ahead and ordered a room as well as enough food for a small family. Kirishima got the room next to yours and told you to let him know if you needed anything.

You opened the door and the smell of pizza, chicken nuggets, and mac and cheese hit you. You couldn't decide what you wanted so you had ordered it all. You needed a little comfort food. You deserved this.

You had devoured the mac and cheese and was about to dig into the pizza when you heard the click of the door.

You grabbed your fork tightly as you stepped over to see who it was.

“They didn't have cookie dough, so I could only get you cookies and cream.. I hope thats okay..”

You dropped your fork and flung yourself at him, “You’re so fucking stupid you know that! You cant do that to me. I was so scared!”

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his nose through your hair, “I know. I’m sorry. I just.... I saw red. I couldn't let them get to you. The only thing on my mind was to protect you. And then Kirishima told me they went to the apartment anyways. SHIT are you okay? I heard you stabbed a guy..?”

You flinched, “Well not exactly. I teleported the knife through the door... Zuko handled the other guy. Speaking of which he needs a bath... He has blood in his fur...”

He cupped your face in his hands, “Later when were both not emotionally exhausted I’d like to talk about how badass and impressive you are. But nows not the time.” He looked to Zuko who was wagging his tail at his feet, “Thank you for looking out for our girl.” He gave him a quick pat on the head

You pulled away from his embrace and ran to the bathroom and threw up for probably the fifth time today.

“Damn Y/n I’m sorry. I was the one who asked you to take the day off and then you had to go and work so fucking hard just so you guys could find me. I’m such a dumbass. I’m sorry.”

You leaned against the tub, “You're not a complete dumbass. You still remembered the ice cream.”

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Day 4: Relationships

Sorato Drabbles

So this post by @cassandrasorato came up in my recommended post and I could not resist. It a few years late but hey better late than never right?

https://cassandrasorato.tumblr.com/post/112860214739/some-scenes-i-would-love-to-see-in-tri

(5) Prompt : Sora was targeted by an evil Digimon and he was worried he was gonna lose her. Set during Tri Loss

Sparing a glance at the exhausted boy behind him, Yamato slow his step

“ Shall we take a break ?”

Koushiro gave a tired smile in reply “ might be a good idea ... “

“ If we can’t find the others soon, we have to find somewhere to camp for tonight ...”

A shimmer distracted him mid-sentence and what he saw paralyze him. He prides himself as someone who quite brave, after all, not many things can faze him (except ghost story ) but the sight of Sora running toward Gennai and Mugendramon frighten him more than he likes to admit

His leg moves before he even finishes processing and he found himself in front of the distortion

“ Don’t be stupid !” He shouted, pounding on the distortion, wanting to get through. The distortion remains shut, only infuriating him

“ Run away ! “ he added when Sora throws a rock at Gennai. What was she thinking? He doesn't see Piyomon with her, even if Piyomon is with her, the Bird Digimon can’t even evolve now! Don’t she know she is defenseless?

His ponding get more desperate when Sora was tackle to the ground “ Sora! get your hand off her !”. He barely registered a hand gently stopping his ponding and a voice timidly call out “ I don’t think pounding gonna work, Yamato. I will try to find a way to get through the distortion “

He hit the distortion one more time in frustration. Damn it! is there nothing he can do? Can he only watch her being in danger? Will he lose her?

He stumbles when for some strange reason, the distortion let him through and he almost landed face-first on the ground. When he got his bearing, he saw the rest of his friend going through the distortion as well but this wasn’t his main concern for the moment

Mugendramon was aiming it cannon straight at Sora, it was still charging up at the moment but once it ready ...

“ Gabumon petite fire !”

It was a risk sending a Child Digimon against an ultimate, he knows it but it a risk he had to take. Across from him, Gabumon look bewildered by his request and he gives his partner a reassuring nod

More confident, the Reptile Digimon charge, leaping into the air just as Mugendramon fire it Mugen Cannon. A hot stream of blue fire merge with Agumon's red hot fire and clash with the ultimate attack midway.

An explosion occurs and Yamato shielded his eye. When he opened his eye again after the dust clear, he was relieved to see Sora unscattered

Moving on instinct, he stood protectively in front of the girl

“ Taichi ... Yamato “

Meeting her ruby eye, many things threaten to escape from his lip. Ranging from “You idiot “to "Don’t scare me like that ever again “but only one sentences mange to get past his lip

“ Don’t push yourself “

(4) Prompt : the band, school, different assignments on saving Digital World that he can’t get to see Sora much. Set during Tri Determination, a little different from the prompt

Yamato lost count of how many nights he spent practicing with his new bandmates for the school festival tomorrow

“ Shall we call it a night guy ?” Tomoki call out after their latest run through “ we need some rest for tomorrow “

The rest of his members mumble their agreement and begin to pack the equipment. Keeping his guitar back in its case, he was secretly relieved, the long night every day was starting to get to him

“See ya tomorrow “ his bandmates call as they leave one by one till he was the only one left in the practice room. He took a look at his phone, 930 PM .... slinging his guitar over his shoulder he heads out, locking the door behind him

“ Soraaa “

“ Yes, Piyomon? “ Sora reply trying her best not to snap. It wasn’t the poor bird fault she was in a foul mood but the endless assignment is starting to get on her nerve, add in the pressure of the new infected Digimon issues, it no wonder she didn’t crack yet

“ Do you need a drink ?” Piyomon ask cautiously but the subtle worry in her partner voice didn’t escape her

Giving a strained smile, she shut the book she currently revising, maybe she should take a little break “ that sound good “

Her eye following as her partner hop to the kitchen. Her mind, not consume by assignment for once, drifted into someone ... Yamato ... she misses him.

They been so busy with school lately that they hardly get to see each other besides class and the occasional Digimon fight which doesn’t really count ... they are not drifting apart, are they?

She sighs... she really misses him ... she missed how he will usually keep her accompany during a stressful time like this, she missed how he never fails to make her laugh between the long hour of study

A doorbell pulls her out of her thought and she peeks at her phone. 950 PM...Who could it be so late at night?

She stood up and make her way to the door. What greeted her when she unlocks the door was the sight of Yamato with his guitar and she freezes, hardly believing the scene

“ Yamato ?“

It came out more of a question than a greeting. The boy flick his eye toward her, a soft and sheepish smile begin to spread on his lip

“ Sora ... sorry I drop by so late “

“Doesn’t matter ... I miss you “

“I miss you too .. that why I came after practice “ the gentle confession send her head racing like it always did. It beat harder when the blond embraces her. Being in his embrace after so long felt comforting ... familiar like it where she belongs and she relishes in it

A gasp makes them break away from the embrace sooner than she would have liked. Whirling around, she saw Piyomon fail attempt of trying to be casual, peeking from the kitchen doorway

“ Piyomon “

“ Don’t mind me “ the Bird Digimon chirp, covering her eye with her wing” you can kiss if you want to “

*Extra: some Piyomon and Yamato cause this scene in tri is just :) set after they started dating in 02

A soft tap at the door breaks his concentration and he misses the last note. He looks up, miffed, he was so close to nailing the song this time

When he comes face to face with an unexpected guest, his annoyance turn into bewilderment

“ Piyomon?” He utter, quickly putting his guitar aside and let the pink bird in. Piyomon strolls in and he glances behind the Digimon, expecting Sora to be behind her. When no one follows Piyomon in, he asks “ where Sora? Did something happen during tennis practice ?”

Piyomon must have caught on to this slight distress and assure him “ she fine, she still at tennis practice. I just need to talk to you alone “

Knowing the girl is safe, he was relieved. Instead, his curiosity piqued. What was Piyomon doing out here alone without Sora? What did they even have to talk about?

“What are you doing out here alone? Sora will be worried if she finds out “

“ It fine, I will go straight home after we talk “ the Child Digimon waves him off. Pointing toward the guitar at the side, she added teasingly “ writing a cheesy love song for Sora?”

“ No ! I wouldn’t do that “ he snapped, hoping his face doesn’t betray him, Piyomon only smile knowingly

“ Sit “

He raised his eyebrow as Piyomon instructed him to sit, motioning toward the couch in the practice room. Who was she to command him? She does know that this was his practice room right? but the serious look make him decide not to question the Digimon and complied with the request

There was silence as Piyomon study him as if pondering over something and he didn’t dare to interrupt her. With each second that pass, the tension, and awkwardness only grew ... where was Gabumon when you need him?

“ You and Sora are dating now “ Piyomon finally break the silence “ which mean you have the power to hurt her “

Suddenly, the purpose of this visit was becoming clear to him “ I wouldn’t hurt her! She... “

“ I’m not done “

A wing was thrust to his lip and he fell silent. Seriously since when was the affectionate Digimon so intimidating?

“ As Sora number one partner, it is my duty to protect her “

“ That debatable “ he can’t help cutting in almost childishly, he was Sora number one partner now. Piyomon seem to pick up on his thought and flap her wing challengingly

“ I am! and that not up for debate !”

He grumbles but let the subject drop for now. After all, He at a disadvantage since she could split out flames

“ Anyway, Gabumon talks highly of you and I think you are a good guy too Yamato. I don’t think you will do anything to upset her but we need to get somethings straight “

He could only nod dumbly, not knowing what else to response

“We both know she likes to bottle up her feeling and keep her problem to herself. She worries more about other than herself and doest take care of herself as much as I want her to ... that why you need to be there for her, assure her it ok to lean on someone too “

“ Always”

“ Just one more thing, treat her with the honesty and respect she deserves and DONT HURT HER”

The Bird Digimon emphasizes the last three words, leaning in the whole time till she was right in his face, her beak barely touching his nose. He back away only to hit the back of the couch

“ She is my favorite person in the world Yamato and I will protect her. You know how powerful I can be ... I might not achieve my ultimate yet but trust me, if I ever find out you hurt her, I will fight MetalGarurumon to get to you “

Just like that, the typical cheerful and friendly expression had returned to the Child Digimon as if the talk didn’t happen. Hopping down, Piyomon head for the exit, calling out brightly “ I will be heading home now and oh Sora doesn’t need to know about this talk”

#digimonepiloguecelebration #sora takenouchi #yamato ishida #sorato #digimon adventure #digimon tri #fanfic

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