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harryscherrypie · 3 years

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Camping trips and fear of bugs don't go together very well

Harry Styles x gn!reader

Summary: You go on a camping trip, but you have to share a tent with Harry due to some 'unfortunate' circumstances. Sleeping in a tent when you have a fear of bugs wasn't your brightest idea.

Warnings: bugs, bad writing

Word count: 2k

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. If you find any mistakes please let me know and I will fix it.

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“Look, I know you don’t like camping that much, but it will be fun.”

“I don’t know Charlie, you know it’s not my cup of tea.” You mumbled and could hear your friend sigh on the other side of the phone.

“But it’s been 6 years since we last slept under the tent,” She complained.

It was true. You haven’t slept in a tent in such a long time. But you had a good reason. When you were 17, you and Charlie decided to camp out in a tent in her garden. It was all fine until the moment you woke up to a feeling of tiny legs crawling on your neck.

You woke up gasping when you saw a huge praying mantis on your lap. You screamed out and scrambled out of the tent, promising to yourself that you would never step foot in a tent ever again.

Chills went up your spine as you remembered the feeling of the small prickly legs on your neck.

“Just..” Charlie sighed.

“Just think about it okay? Plus Harry will be there,” she teased and your cheeks heated up.

“Really?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah, and if I’m not mistaken, he asked if you were going to be there.” She continued as your heart skipped a few beats.

“He asked about me?” you asked and she hummed.

“Yes, what a shame you won’t come. He will be pretty disappointed.” She faked sadness and you sighed, defeated.

“Fine, I’ll come. But if I see just one bug in my tent, I am never going on a camping trip ever again.” You pointed out and Charlie squealed.

“I am so so excited, it’s gonna be so much fun.” She gushed and you sighed, already regretting that you agreed to this.

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“What do you mean you aren’t coming, I’m already here, you were supposed to bring the tent for both of us,” You shouted into the phone and Charlie sighed.

“I’m sorry but I woke up feeling like shit, my throat is sore and my whole body hurts.” She explained and you sighed.

“Okay, I’ll think of something, maybe Imani will share her tent with me,” you said, ideas running around your brain.

“Again, I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice hoarse.

“Don’t worry about it, just get better soon,” you mumbled and hang up after you said your goodbyes.

You shook your head angrily as you turned around and walked back to the camping ground, where all of your friends already built their tents.

The camp was in the middle of a forest, an hour away from a parking lot where you left your car. The sun was already setting and you knew you wouldn’t be quick enough to get to your car before the night fell.

“Hey Imani,” you called out to the girl and she turned to face you.

“Yes hun?” she asked and your insides melted at the cute nickname.

Imani was the nicest person you have ever met. She was like the ‘mom’ of the group. She always carried a big bag in which she had anything you could ever think of.

Your feet are hurting? Just say a word and Imani already has plasters in her hand. Forgot an umbrella? Imani has at least 2 spare ones. She is just an incredible person. Not to mention how beautiful she is. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t have just the slightest crush on her.

“Charlie bailed on me, she is sick. Do you think I could share a tent with you?” you asked softly and she pouted her lips.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but I’m sharing my tent with Adam,” she apologized. And you opened your mouth in realization.

“I totally forgot, I still can’t believe you two got together, sorry,” you smiled sheepishly and she waved her hand.

“It’s okay, maybe ask Harry, he doesn’t share his tent with anyone,” she suggested and your eyes widened. Before you could say anything, a voice called out from behind.

“Did I hear my name? Are you shit-talking me?” Harry joked and you quickly shook your head.

“No, of course not,” You reassured him and he put his hand on your shoulder, cutting off your rambling.

“Relax love, I’m just joking,” he laughed and your insides melted at the nickname, again.

“But I did hear my name so tell me, what did you need from me.” He asked and you looked to the ground, trying to calm your beating heart.

“Well, Charlie bailed on me and I don’t have a tent because we were supposed to share one. So I was wondering if I could share with you.” You explained and he stayed quiet for a bit.

“I have a sleeping bag and everything, I won't take up much space either,” you quickly rambled and he chuckled, which made you stop talking.

“Of course you can share a tent with me, I wouldn’t let you sleep outside,” he agreed and you let out a breath of relief.

“Thank you so much Haz, I don’t know what I would do if you said no,” you chuckled and he put his arm over your shoulder as you walked towards his tent.

“Just put your stuff in, choose where you want to sleep,” he said and you did as he asked.

“You okay with sleeping on the right side?”

“Of course, I don’t really care,” he answered lightly and you smiled at him brightly.

“Okay, let’s go the others probably started with the dinner.” He ushered you and you walked to the campfire side by side.

The campfire wasn’t far, only about 100 meters. You walked closer and the silhouettes of your friends came into view.

You weren’t a big group, only a few close friends. Imani, who you knew from college, her boyfriend Adam, Sarah and Mitch, Harry’s bandmates, Jules, who introduced you to Harry and you.

Everyone was at the campfire when the two of you arrived. You sat down on one of the logs and put your palms towards the fire, warming them up just a little bit. The temperature fell very quickly and you regretted not bringing another hoodie from the tent. But you weren’t the biggest fan of the dark, so you decided to get warm by the fire.

“You okay?” Harry asked as he sat beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You smiled at him and nodded, your teeth chattering just a little.

“Hey, you are cold,” he moved away and from you and you shrugged.

“Yeah a bit, but I don’t really want to go back to the tent. I’m kinda scared of the dark,” you admitted sheepishly and Harry cooed quietly.

“Oh love, you could’ve just told me, I can give you my hoodie,” he smiled as he moved to take off his hoodie. You quickly moved to stop him, but you weren’t fast enough. He already shrugged off his hoodie and moved behind you, to put it on you.

“No, Haz. You’ll get cold now,” you tried but he shushed you and put both of your arms into the sleeves, and put the hood on your head.

“There, now you won’t get cold,” he smiled brightly and for a small moment, you forgot how to breathe. How can someone be so perfect? You asked yourself as you sat back down.

“Do you want to share a blanket with me?” You heard Harry ask from your right side.

“You have a blanket as well?” You asked and Harry nodded as he put it over his shoulders.

“If you don’t mind, I would love to share,” you mumbled quietly. He slowly wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and shuffled closer to you. Just so the both of you can have the same amount of blanket you know?

“Thanks Harry,” you whispered to him. He only smiled and kissed your cheek gently.

“My pleasure love,”

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You came back to the tent at around 12 am. Feeling tired from the whole day, you quickly changed into your sleeping clothes and got cuddled up in your sleeping bags. You both said goodnight and in a few minutes, Harry’s soft snores could be heard. But you couldn’t sleep. Every single time you closed your eyes, you could feel small tiny legs walking all over your body.

When you finally slipped into unconsciousness, you quickly woke up again, when another set of legs walked on your neck. You woke up gasping and quickly tried to locate your phone, to get some source of light. As you flayed your hands around the floor of the tent, you grabbed Harry by hand. You were too scared to actually be embarrassed by it.

“Love are you okay?” Harry asked groggily and you shook your head as you sniffled.

“No,” you mumbled as tears welled up in your eyes. Then, light flooded the tent as Harry turned on his phone. He unzipped his sleeping bag and sat in front of you.

“What’s wrong love,” he whispered tiredly as he held your face in his hands.

“Every time I close my eyes, I just feel their disgusting legs walking all over me,” you stuttered out and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who walked all over you?” He asked carefully and a tear rolled down your cheek.

“The bugs, the praying mantises,” you whispered out and he pouted a bit.

“Do you want to sleep in the sleeping bag with me?” He asked, a light pink color dusting his cheeks.

“Would that be okay? Maybe it will help me fall asleep,” you asked meekly and he nodded.

“Of course love, come here,” He moved back into his sleeping bag and opened his arms, inviting you to cuddle with him.

You moved to lay on his chest, as he zipped up the sleeping bag.

“You comfortable now?” He asked sweetly and you nodded against his neck.

“Yeah, thank you Harry, you are the best,” you mumbled into his neck and he shook his head.

“That’s all you love, That’s all you,” he mumbled as the both of you fell asleep.

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You woke up in the same position as you fell asleep in. Wrapped up in Harry’s arms, with your face tucked into the crook of his neck.

You cracked one eye open as a feeling of dread filled you up, what if a bug found a way in? But that didn’t happen. You scanned the whole tent and it was bugless.

“G’morning,” Harry rasped out and you raised your head to look at him.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” you asked and he smiled blissfully.

“Best sleep I had in a long time,” he admitted and you rolled your eyes.

“At least tell me the truth. We were sleeping in the same sleeping bag nearly the whole night, with me on top of you,” you poked to get the answer but he looked at you, serious as ever.

“I am serious love, I loved having you in my arms while I slept.” He confessed, his cheeks red in embarrassment. You just hid your face in his neck.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I also loved sleeping like this,” You admitted and he looked at your face, looking hopeful as ever.

“Yeah?” He asked softly and you nodded.

“Mhm, made me feel safe from all of the bugs,” you rubbed your nose against his jawline and he leaned into your touch.

“(Y/N), I have to tell you something,” He said breathlessly and you were sure you knew what was coming.

“You don’t have to say anything, I know,” you whispered as you connected your lips with his. He gasped into the kiss, but he quickly returned it. After a few minutes, you separated and breathed in deeply.

“God, I wanted to do that for such a long time,” he admitted and you smiled sweetly.

“Me too,” you buried your face in his neck again, as you breathed in his scent.

“So, you are scared of bugs?” he teased and you smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Don’t laugh at me,” He laughed at the offended tone of your voice, and apologized.

“I’m sorry, please forgive me my bug.” You raised your head to look at him.

“Really, that is your nickname for me? Bug?” you laughed and he nodded as he gently flipped you over, so he laid on top of you.

“Don’t like it?” he asked and you shook your head. He captured your lips with his in another sweet kiss as he mumbled against you.

“I’m glad you like it bug,”

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I'm sorry I have been inactive but I was sick, still am, but I wanted to write something for you, so sorry if it isn't that good.

If you find any mistakes please let me know. Also if you think I could make my writing more inclusive somehow, please let me know.

If you liked this little piece, please let me know.

thank you so much <3

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riotfuckery · 4 years

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Nightmare comfort

Dabi x f!reader

A/N: Hello my beautiful readers! I’m back with a nightmare comfort fluff request from @softforshigi ! I’m so sorry this took so long, I haven’t been on and posting much because of personal reasons. But I’m back now so the fuckshit on my page is open for business! Feel free to send in requests/ thirst posts/ any thing you want! Enjoy my loves! 💖

Taglist: @thedreadthreadanomaly @trafalgar-temptress @lovelustdollsworld @obsessedchildsworld

Warnings: swearing, nightmare scenario, just badly written dabi fluff cause I can’t really figure out this handsome bastard

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The only thing you could feel was pure adrenalized fear. Heart racing and blood pumping as your bare feet thumped across the dirt ground. You whipped away branch after low hanging branch in your path, willing your legs to carry you far away from what was chasing you.

You didn’t know where you were except in some strange dark forest being chased by something that sounded very angry. Deep breaths laced with a thundering growl could be heard behind you as you continued to run.

The growls and heavy footsteps of the creature were getting closer and closer. Fight or flight kicking in as your brain pumped out even more adrenaline, forcing you forget the cuts and scrapes on the soles of your poor feet.

Whatever was chasing you was fast. Heavy thumps getting closer and closer as you continued to push what felt like infinite branches out of your way. The branches just kept getting thicker and thicker as you ran.

In your panicked haze, you nearly ran face first into a wall of twisted vines and branches. Barely stopping in time to save yourself by bracing your hands on it as you fought to keep yourself upright. Your breath came out in cloudy puffs as you dug your fingers into the natural wall while panic overloaded your brain.

The heavy footsteps that you’ve been running from were behind you now. They were slower, like whatever has been chasing you started walking. Your hands shook as they gripped themselves further into the wall. You had nowhere else to run.

Thump

A deep growl reverberated from directly behind you, the rest of your body shaking as you felt it’s hot breath on your back and shoulders. Whatever it was, it was big. But just before you felt the scrape of it’s large teeth dig into your terrified body, you woke up.

(E/c) eyes shot open as your body flinched, effectively shaking you out your nightmare. It didn’t matter that you were only wearing an oversized tee and shorts to bed, you were sweating and panting like you had just ran a marathon.

The residual fear still ran through you, making your hands shake as you threw your blankets off. Throat feeling dry and scratchy as you sat yourself up, quietly chanting to yourself that it was just a dream. After taking a deep breath, you stood up on shaky legs to quietly pad your way down the dusty and creaky hall and head yourself to the bar.

Just as you turned the corner, you gazed upon a familiar lanky and handsomely scarred man sitting on one of the barstools. There was Dabi, sitting on the middle stool and deep in thought as he played with glass of whiskey.

You hesitated for a moment, you didn’t want anyone seeing you in your disheveled state much less the man you’ve been playinga flirty game of cat and mouse with. But that moment was all he needed to notice you.

“What’re you doing up so late, princess? Had a bad dream?” He teased, taking a sip of the amber liquor as a cocky smirk made its way on his face. Blue eyes that were nearly glowing under the dim light locked onto your form, carefully observing your next move and taking note of your shaken up appearance.

“Fuck off, you crispy bastard. I actually did so are you happy now?” You sneered, fear turning into anger before promptly snatching his drink and downing the rest of it and heading out to the nearby balcony. You needed something, anything to make your heart stop racing.

His eyes widened slightly in shock at your response. Your normal sweet, caring, and patient personality momentarily disappearing and your rough response immediately set off in his head that something was very wrong. Dabi may be a lazy bastard but he was sure as hell observant. All the Todorokis are fucking observant.

Yeah, he loved to tease and flirt with you and the fact that you were witty enough to throw it back at him really made something that laid dormant in his soul come alive. You took care of the league, your healing quirk coming in handy when missions went awry.

Before even reaching the door to the small balcony, Dabi reached out and grabbed you by the free wrist. You turned back around to snap at him to fuck off but the uncharacteristically soft and concerned look on his face made your angry front crack.

You froze, blue eyes gently gazing at yours as he watched the angry fire turn into mist. You were still scared, muscles tense and heart still thumping as you tried to ignore it. You hated feeling like that, like you couldn’t do anything, like you were useless.

“You’re trembling, princess.” He spoke softly, gently moving his large hand from your wrist to your hand and intertwining your fingers together.

Your anger melted away at his soft touches, the feeling of his warm and much larger hand keeping you grounded. He stood up, taking a lean stride toward your body and stopping right in front of you.

His eyes searched yours, the fear he saw was all too familiar when he would wake up with nightmares himself. He held your hand gently as used his free one to grab the glass and place it down on the top of the polished wood bar.

His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away stray tears of frustration and fear as they fell. When did you start crying? He was warm, the heat from his hand bringing comfort to you as you tried not to cry any more.

“You’re okay now angel, nothing is gonna happen to you while I’m here.” His deep voice cooed gently, pulling your body close to his into a hug.

The whole time, you desperately willed yourself to not cry. Each touch, the gentleness of his movements and the soft look on his face made your angry front crack little by little.

Your eyes stung as you buried your face in his chest, a tidal wave of sadness escaping when you finally opened the floodgates to your bottled up emotions. Muffled sobs wracked your smaller frame while you squeezed his muscular but lean body.

He was taller than you, body running warm as he let you release your feelings. He smelt like a campfire and felt like a blanket that could hug you back. His steady heartbeat unintentionally making yours synch up as you stained his shirt with your tears.

He didn’t say anything, mostly because he didn’t need to (plus the fact he didn’t know what to say in the first place). But once your sobs turned to hiccups, he pulled back just a bit. The usual cool look adorned his scarred face contrasting the concerned lookin his eyes. Upon looking at your slightly puffy eyes and flushed cheeks, he couldn’t help but think you look cute.

“You okay for now?” He asked, bringing his hands up to cup your face and wipe away the last of your stray tears with his thumbs.

You could only manage to nod once shyly in his hands, not trusting your own voice because of the soreness of your vocal cords. Your cheeks burned brighter as you looked up at him, slight embarrassment making your gut sink because you just sobbed into Dabi’s shirt. And he let you.

“Cmon princess, lets get you to back to sleep. You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.” he commanded softly as he intertwined your fingers once again and started to lead you to his room.

You just let a hum in response, the exhaustion from crying taking over your body as you padded sleepily along behind him. A small yawn escaped your lips as you rubbed at your sore eyes, you just wanted to go to sleep now that you felt safe.

Suddenly, you were no longer on the ground and against a warm chest. He held you bridal style with a steady grip while you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Your cheeks continued to flush as you gripped his shirt in your hands, the fact that he was so gentle with you forcing your heart to flutter.

The different textured skin you ended up face to face with was clean and taken care of despite how “scary” it looked, sleepy curiosity getting the better of you when you ran the pads of your fingers over his collarbone gently to feel it. It was rough and leathery and the light ridges in it was oddly pleasing to the touch.

He shivered at your gentle touch, the poor soul not used to being treated with care. He didn’t know how to react, except to keep moving on. It didn’t take long to reach his room, a queen size bed with clean white sheets and a few odd colored pillows sat in the middle of the dusty room.

“Alright princess, I’m gonna put you down now. Is that okay?” He asked softly, not trying to disturb you from your sleepy state. The gentle swaying of his walking and the natural heat of his body nearly knocked you out. You replied with a sleepy groan, the sound making him smile at your cuteness.

He set you down gently, your body immediately melting into the soft bed. With a shake of his head a small smile, hung up his coat and changed into a pair of sweats before crawling into bed next to you.

What he didn’t expect was your body to snuggle up right next to his so perfectly, the softness of your skin and the way you fit into his had the fiery walls of his heart die down for while. The two of you slept really well that night, who new a nightmare would lead to a new crush?

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#dabi x reader #dabi fluff #bhna dabi #mha dabi #request #boku no hero academia #dabi #being all cute and shit #i tried with this one #but writing is haaaard

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remember-to-be-gentle · 4 years

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Hello! I’m excited to see you are accepting requests. Yandere Mirio finally gets his hands on his darling, he has been stalking her for a whole and he want to show reader his love and affection noncon nsfw please and thank you! 💛

Subject: BNHA, Tamaki Amajiki aka Suneatee

Title: Let Me Show You My Love (NSFW, fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Non con, stalking, drugs + aphrodisiac, gag + tied up,

You’d called the police more times than you could count. Every time they told you not to worry, stalkers couldn’t close to their targets, not with hero society evolving as it is. There were too many caped crusaders on the street, someone would help you when the time came. Of course, they also didn’t believe you when you told them the one stalking you was none other than rising top hero Suneater. It would only be matter of time before he came for you.

A small part of you hoped the police were right.

As you were coming home from work, exhausted and sore, you saw your front door was open. You pulled out your phone to call the police and your stomach sank when you saw the screen wouldn’t turn back on. It had died during your shift. A sense of panic began to beat inside your chest, growing with every pump of your heart. Maybe you could go to the neighbors, ask them for help or—.

“I’m sorry.” You stared at Suneater in your house. Dressed in civilian clothing, you almost didn’t recognize with so much of his face exposed. “Can we talk, please? I just think I need to explain myself...”

He looked so pathetic standing there, the points of his ears low, hands nervously twisting in front of him. He looked harmless. You shook your head. This man was a professional hero, quickly climbing the ranks within the top fifty spots. Suneater, down in his civics as Tamaki, was far from harmless.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said.

His ears drooped lower. It would have been cute if he hadn’t been stalking you. “Please? I promise I’ll be fast and if you don’t like what you hear, I’ll leave you alone. Forever.”

“Fine.” Anything to get this over with. You followed him into your house where you saw he’d set up tea, the kettle still steaming on a large coaster that wasn’t yours. Was he bringing his own things into your house now? Tamaki pulled a chair out for you and you begrudgingly sat. He moved across to the other side of the table and sat himself down, slowly picking up his cup of tea, hands shaking.

That’s what you should be doing: shaking but for some reason, you felt calm. Maybe it was the anger calming your nerves. You picked up your cup and took a sip. It was chamomile. It tasted salty. Tamaki must not have been great at making tea. Something else you may have found charming if he hadn’t been stalking you. “Talk.”

Tamaki nodded. “I feel bad for making you uncomfortable.” His voice was soft, shaking. “I never wanted to hurt you, just wanted to make sure you were safe.” He took another sip of tea. “I know you’re lonely and you hate your job and I just wanted to ease some of your anxiety by keeping an eye on you.” He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. “I didn’t realize that doing so without your permission may have not only crossed boundaries but also make the problem worse.”

There was something off about the way he was speaking. Did Tamaki always talk this much? Plus your head was feeling empty, woozy like a wind you couldn’t feel was making it spin in circles. You didn’t feel so good.

“Don’t worry,” Tamaki continued, “I’m going to make sure you won’t have to worry about anything again.”

Suddenly you couldn’t hold your head up anymore. You had to lay it on the table, sleeping clawing at your consciousness, eyes twitching shut and unable to stay open. What the hell was in that tea?

“I love you, you know.” Tamaki’s voice was right beside your ear. “I love more than you’ll ever understand and I think it's time I show just a fraction of that love.” He covered your eyes.

When you woke up, you were tied up in your own bed. Your body on fire with something you couldn’t quite name, a deep aching in your core like a carnal hunger. Your clothes had been stripped off you, leaving you bare and exposed. At your beside, Tamaki was also stripped down, his cheeks red as he shakily tugged a condom on his erection.

You must have made a sound because Tamaki jumped, his gaze turning to you. Relief swept through him. “You’re awake.” He climbed on top of you, straddling your waist, his plush balls pressing into your stomach. “I’m sorry I had to do this, but I didn’t think there was any other way you would have let me show you the affection you deserve.” He buried his face into your throat, inhaling your scent as he did. The tip of his nose was cold against your skin. A low groan escaped his throat. His hot cock twitched against your belly.

Hot rage coiled in the back of your throat like bile. You tried to cuss him out, curse him away, but your jaw wouldn’t move around something in your mouth. Tamaki had gagged you. Anxiety stricken, nervous handshaking Tamaki drugged and gagged you. He said, “I’ll make you feel good. And then you’ll know love.”

Tamaki kissed you then, right behind your ear, his lips soft and warm. Those delicate kisses trailing down to your jaw then suckling at your throat. Teeth scraped skin each time he moved, uncharacteristically bold with each sweep of his mouth. Soft tingling started in your toes, crawling up your body until your clit started to ache.

Kisses like these shouldn’t have excited you so much, got your core twisting so much, and if it were not for the gag in your mouth you would be moaning.

Tamaki moved lover, all the way down to your nipples. He took one into his mouth, suckling gently while his hand began to pull and massage your other one. His lower body wiggled between your legs, his erection poking your inner thigh. “You’re so soft,” he murmured against your skin. “I want to be inside you forever.”

He pulled back dragging his hands down your body to your weeping slit. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.” One hand remained on your hip while the other slid inside you, two long gently probing fingers. You whimpered against your restraint, feeling yourself tightening around his intruding digits. You were on fire with pleasure, so much more than a simple fingering should have given you. There must have been an aphrodisiac in the tea as well, not just a sleep drug.

Tamaki began to speak quietly, his voice so soft that you could only hear a few words. “Wet, inside, mine, love, full.” Those fingers kept pumping away inside you until you thought you’d cum. With a final, impatient thrust, Tamaki pulled his fingers out of you, grabbing his shaft to push inside.

You could feel him stretching you out, pressing further and further in until the head of his cock was pressing against your cervix. He shuddered at the feeling of you around him, whimpering at the sensation whispering about how good you felt. “I can give this to you every day,” he whined, “every day I’ll worship your body like you deserve. I’ll wait on you, hand and foot. Anything to make you happy.” He buried his face between your breasts, wrapping his arms around your back. “I’m so glad I decided to show you my love. I’ve waited so long for this.”

#raven writes #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #bnha #my hero academia #male yandere #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #yandere tamaki amajiki x reader #suneater #yandere suneater x reaader #suneater x reader #yandere suneater #tw non con #tw stalking #tw gag #tw tied up #tw drugs

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write-1t-bop-1t · 4 years

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Plucked (Pixie Virgil/Dlampr) Part 1:

Summary: Virgil, a small and anxious pixie, goes out alone to scavenge for food only to find himself in the hands of a tall and not-so-gentle human intent on bringing him home as a gift to his boyfriends.

Words: 2670

(Warnings: Anxiety, treating people as pets, kidnapping, Character blacking out and other person thinking they died) - I stretch my arms as I yawn out, popping my back in the presses. I lean back and use my hands to rub out my sore wings, having slept on them weird. They flutter a bit as I try to wake up, the morning light shining through one of the small windows in my tree home hits them causing flashes of rainbow light to bounce off the walls.

A small smile crosses my face as I pull off the thick gray long sleeved shirt I wear to bed and change into a simple black tunic, the tunic itself being a little loose around the sleeves and neck, not that I really cared.

I walk across my dark hollow I call home, the whole room only being about a foot long and a half in human measurements. Sure it’s small, but I’ve never really liked large spaces, they make me feel overwhelmed.

There is a shard of broken mirror resting against the dark oaken wall, and I glance at myself in its reflection, taking specific notice in my hair that I try to tame with my fingers, not being very successful. I had given my brush to my cousin a few days ago for him to fix, and am yet to get it back from the forest fairy.

“Damn Emile…” I mutter to myself, cursing the kind fairy as I continue to struggle with my hair. The handle had been broken a small while ago, but it still worked its purpose. Which unfortunately wasn’t good enough for my green winged friend.

I don’t have great luck in flattening it down, and only seem to tame it a small amount. A few stray black strands continue to stick out, causing me to let out an annoyed sigh. I also notice a small amount of dark purple peeking out from my roots, reminding me that I need to get Emile to cut and re-dye it for me. I’ve never been too great at things like that, and last time I tried I almost cut my ear off and also left my arms up to my elbows dyed black. It didn’t wash out for a full month, and I got quite the earful from my older cousin, who acts more like my parent.

Always telling me to be careful, avoid humans, elves and other large creatures, never fly into Fae circles, stay out of the rain, remember to eat, and blah blah blah.

He’s way too protective of me, but I guess he has a reason to be, him being a fairy and me being a pixie. It’s easy to tell the difference, since fairies are two inches taller then pixies and it’s a well known fact that pixies are much more fragile than fairies. And much more rare, which is why I live in the middle of a dense forest, while Emile lives a little ways away and has to fly to see me.

I give up on trying to fix my hair and it’s not like anyone is going to see me. But thinking of my older cousin did remind me that I’m almost out of food and water. It rained a few days ago, but almost nothing ever reaches the mossy forest floor through the trees, and whatever did has dried up by now, meaning I have to go out to get supplies.

“Uuuugghhh….” I groan out as I rub my face. I hate leaving my house, I wish I could just stay here forever. But a main reason I picked my home to be here is it’s not too far from a small pond, hidden between some trees. But an even bigger plus is what’s right across the pond, where large berry bushes sprout. They hold all types of berries, making it the perfect spot to get food all year round.

It's secluded enough that no real predators are able to get to it, but just in-secluded enough for me to be able to walk there in about 20-30 minutes. I could fly but that draws too much attention to me, and I prefer walking over flying anyways.

I wish I was a fairy if I’m being honest, like Emile. His wings and body are much larger than mine, as I stand at a small 4 inches while he stands at a whopping 6. His wings are a light green color, looking like butterflies and they allow him to glide through the air instead of mine, which are thin, almost completely see through. They shimmer when light touches them, and they hold thin silver highlights that seem to emphasize their fragility. I always try to tuck them away, knowing of the horror stories of pixies who had gotten caught by humans, their wings torn off and used for jewelry or a collectors item, while they get thrown into a cage to live out the rest of their lives.

Another thing I happen to be jealous of is Emile’s skin tone. He holds a nice peach color that often ends up tanned due to him spending so much of his free time outside with the other creatures of his small section of forest. Pixies are known to be on the paler side, but I am almost sickly pale due to almost never getting sunlight, along with the patches of light and dark purple littering my skin, the most prominent ones being on my forearms and on both sides of my face.

I sigh again, putting on some platform shoes Emile had made me, grabbing a large bag I can throw over my shoulder, along with another bag stuffed inside to hold the water as I get ready to leave the house.

I put a small cloak on as well, using the hood to cover my hair, and to make it easier to camouflage, since I happen to pop out against the brown and lush green environment of the forest.

I use my feet to push up and leap my way up and out of the small room, my wings being open and fluttering slightly to help my balance.

There is one thing that Emile was jealous of me for, and that was the fact that even though pixies aren’t great or fast fliers like fairies, we can jump significantly higher than almost all fairies and on ground we are incredibly fast on our feet, which is another reason I prefer walking to flying.

I jump over the wall of my room and use my wings to lower myself onto the mossy forest floor. I stretch out my wings again before looking up and rubbing my eyes, trying to get used to the bright light coming from above the tree line high above. The sun feels warm against my skin, and it’s only slightly humid.

“I really need to get out more.” I say to myself as I adjust my bag and begin the trek towards the pond. I stick to walking near the trees instead of the few natural open paths, making it easy to leap up incase of any dangerous animals came towards me, and partially because I’m paranoid.

Wouldn’t be the first time somethings tried to eat me….

I continue walking, humming a quiet tune to ease my mind, as I always feel anxious walking outside by myself. I end up being alert the whole time, feeling as though I’m being watched. Of course I’m not being watched and I know that. No sane person would ever just walk into an enchanted forest, everyone knew that. Not to mention where I live is a good way into the forest, miles away from any human or elf towns.

I stop my humming abruptly as I hear a ruffle of leaves above me to the right, and my eyes shoot over to the area immediately. My breath stops as I try to stay as quiet and still as physically possible. After a few minutes of nothing happening, I let out a shaky sigh, allowing my muscles to relax.

It was probably the wind. Or a bird.

I shiver at the thought. Birds are the worst and one of the only predators a pixie can’t just fly away from.

I start speed walking towards the pond. Being by the large open water always calmed my nerves. There were no fish or kelpies and thank god there aren’t any mermaids or any type of aquatic animals living in the deep water for that matter. But I have seen a deer or two around the area, along with the water spirits that inhabit the clear waters. They let me take water as long as I give them something in return, which is normally a berry or two extra I grab from the bush on the other side of the lake. It’s not a lot, but I think they know I can’t carry much as it is.

I see the pond behind some long grass and my face lights up, as my anxiety seems to melt away. I always was at my calmest at the pond and my paranoid nature would be put on hold until I got home.

I smile as I walk towards the body of fresh water coming towards the edge, easily seeing my reflection in the clear surface.

Pixies and fairies can’t exactly swim, and if even a little water gets on our wings we become temporarily grounded and unable to fly. I don’t really worry about that when coming here, I mean, now anyways…

I slowly got over that fear a year or so ago,

I had been giving the water spirits berries in exchange for water for a while at that point, until one day I had gotten frightened and lost my footing causing me to fall straight into the depth below. I thought I was going to drown….

That was until I heard soft, echoing voices and the light above the water became brighter, the next thing I knew I woke up on the grass next to the pond and my satchel filled with fresh water. I made sure to put double the amount of berries into the pond that day…

I pull out my spare bag and unscrew the lid near the top before lowering it into the water and waiting for it to fill.

A few stray ripples in the blue water come towards me, causing small waves against my bag. I smile at it, making small talk. From anyone else’s view it would seem like I’m crazy and talking to myself, but I know that the water spirits appreciate conversation.

Once my bag is full I pull it away from the water and screw on the lid, while thanking the spirits.

I use my cloak to dry off the outside of the pouch before placing my water bag inside my larger bag. Sure it’s heavy, but I don’t have anywhere to be at the moment, so I’ll take my time.

I sigh and begin the tiring trek around the pond. It takes longer than I would like to get to the berry bushes, but the sound of the soft water makes for a quiet and calming walk. Around this time of year, the path to the other side of the pond is extended. While the rain might not make it through the forest where I live, it does here, making the edges of the pond muddy and dangerous.

I walk deeper into the forest, making a big semi circle around the muddy area. I decide to walk deeper, enjoying the fresh air and the small breeze that causes my hood to almost fly off, but I fortunately catch it and pull it back onto my face.

I walk a straight line between a few of the trees, a content smile on my face, while starting to hum quietly to myself again. I close my eyes for a second as I walk, a hand crossing over on the strap of my bag, but when I open them slightly I notice a large dark shadow covering me. I look up quickly to see a large hand coming towards me.

Out of instinct I immediately drop my bag and jump backwards just in time for another hand to rush at me and I barely make it out of the way. I use the hand to push myself into the air, my wings immediately getting to work as I go to fly upwards, trying to put as much distance between me and the stranger.

‘Crap!-’

I don’t get more than a few feet before I narrowly avoid another hand, this one coming at me so quickly that instead of grabbing me, it barely manages to snag my cloak with it’s nail, but it lets out a loud ‘riiiiiiiiiiiip’ that seems to echo out into the otherwise quiet forest.

That momentary distraction is all it takes for the two large hands to harshly cup around me, shadowing me into darkness. Once it grips on I start to struggle, thrashing and screeching in it’s hold, my feet kicking against its palms. This only seems to anger it as its grip tightens to an almost suffocating hold, I whimper as the grip pushes my arms together, my chest feeling like it’s going to explode as tear prick the corners of my eyes.

My wings sting against the calloused hands and I can feel him start to move quickly causing me to bump around against the mini prison, murmurs of someone's voice heard somewhere outside as my vision starts to swim, so I do the only reasonable thing I could think of.

I bite down. Hard.

I draw blood easily and the second the hand opens I launch myself out towards the light ahead of me, adrenaline and fear fueling my movements as I see the hand try to reach out to me before I see it pushing down, taking me with it.

All I see is the hand and the forest floor rushing up to greet me before I’m slammed onto it, the weight of the hand crushing me and knocking the wind out of my chest before everything in sight is covered in black pools and eventually nothing….

I groan from my place on the ground, having tripped over my own feet when reaching for the winged mini-person. My boyfriend Logan was always fascinated with fairies so when I saw it just walking around I figured it would make a great ‘I’m-Sorry-I-Accidentally-Lit-The-Bathroom-On-Fire’ gift.

I hadn't expected the thing to bite me though. Or sting me, I don’t know which one it was but it hurts like a bitch. I hope they're not poisonous…. But then again if they are, my boyfriends will have to take care of me….. I shake my head to get rid of the thought, looking around for the little thing that has caused me so much trouble.

I look to where my hand is planted on the ground, and I try to keep it steady as I wipe a bit of dirt that had gotten on my green throw over that Patton had made me bring incase it got cold.

I scoop up the little being with both of my hands in a little pocket, making sure not to crush it and bring it up to my eyes before slowly opening my hands, allowing me to look at it.

I can see it’s pale skin, dark messy hair and clearly ripped cloak, along with some patches of purple throughout their body. But the most striking part are its wings, not like any fairies I’d ever heard of, and once the light catches them they seem to burst with colors…

“Logan is going to love this!” I mutter to myself.

But then I notice something else strange. The once feisty and screeching fairy wasn’t struggling, heck it wasn’t moving at all!

My body jumps when I realize this, and I nearly drop the little person, my eyes widen in panic as I end up blurting out,

“Shit! Did I fucking kill it!?”

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You and Me...

Chapter 8

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non-con, male!rape, injury, violence, description of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self-harm, panic attacks, implied female non-con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!Jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chapter Warnings*** This Chapter isn’t AS bad as the previous two. Light language, nightmare, description of being ill (sort of), Angst, I think that’s it.

Word Count: 1993

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jared x Reader

A/N: Anyway, all mistakes are mine, please don’t copy my work, Feedback is golden. If you want to be added to the series tag list, or my tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy this one. This is something I actually did and witness, and I realize this one might be hard to read because it is a little heavy.

Summary: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter your course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getting through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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After getting him cleaned up and fed Jensen seemed to be having one the best days he’d had since he was admitted into the hospital. He was more than ready to get home, but the doctors convinced him to stay one more night in the hospital just to monitor him and make sure his pain level was managed.

Personally, you think they were watching his mental state, but you couldn’t be sure.

Jared and yourself had decided that Jared would go home tonight since he'd been in the hospital for three days, and you would stay tonight with Jensen so that he wasn’t alone. After a quick trip home to grab your overnight bag, you were right back at the hospital, and Jared had left the night.

Jensen did look some better. His color had returned a little, probably thanks to the fact that he was eating and drinking now. He was talking, even throwing a few smart ass comments over the phone at Misha when he called earlier that day to check on him. Physically he seemed to be improving, and now had the ability to at least work through the normal motions it took to function.

Still, he'd never smiled, and that zoned out distant look was still on his face. He still wasn't letting anyone touch him. He'd been getting up, and walking around the room some on his own now that he knew he could, but he wouldn’t venture down the hallway in fear someone would recognize him. Determined not to give the doctors any reason to keep him in here another day.

Every step he made he would wince, and a low whimper would escape him like every muscle in his body was still pretty sore. You wished he would just sit down and rest, but honestly, he didn't look much more comfortable sitting down either. He was just miserable the whole way around.

His major complaint seemed to be back pain, which the doctor said would ease up in time.

This was the first time you'd ever been alone with Jensen at all. In the studio, the two of you were surrounded by your coworkers. In the hospital, over the past three days, Jared was here. Now it was just the two of you, you were more than a little nervous about it….

After that conversation in the bathroom this morning you didn't really know where the two of you stood. You sure as hell weren't gonna bring it up. He was being corrigible, and even though he still hadn’t let anyone touch him, as far as you were concerned you weren’t even going to try, he didn’t like you being out of eyesight for too long. He really didn’t want to be alone, and you couldn’t blame him, after all he’d gone through, you probably wouldn’t be alone either.

About three hours after Jared had left things seemed to be moving more comfortably than you anticipated. A comfortable silence had fallen over the room after you finally convinced Jensen to sit down and rest a little while. You could tell he was a little more sore than he was when he took a shower this morning. Even though moving around was a good thing, it wasn’t going to do him any favors if he overdid it.

He was slightly dozing on and off watching a football game on TV while you and Jared were texting trying to figure out what to do with him once he left the hospital. He couldn't stay alone, both of you knew that. The thing would be convincing him of that. Because he was determined when he left the hospital to go home.

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Jared: He could come and stay with Gen and me. The only thing is I don't know how to explain to the kids what's wrong with Uncle Jensen, and on top of that he won't let me touch him. I can't help him.

You: He's been dozing on and off since I convinced him to sit the hell down. He's pretty weak and sorer than he was this morning. If he tries to stay by himself he's gonna end up hurting himself. He's not gonna stay at this hospital another day. He’s had enough of being here.

Jared: Jay always has been stubborn. He doesn't like to seem weak. I'm surprised you convinced him to sit down and relax at all. Once he figured out he was allowed to move around the room I was sure you were in for a night of pacing Jensen. lol. Keep a close eye on his pain level. Soreness they said was going to be a problem for him for quite a while to come.

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You sat there staring at your phone. You could let him stay with you.

You had already text Steve earlier that day and asked for your week's vacation to start Monday. He knew that you were coming up here every day with Jensen so he didn't fight you on it. The apartment was just a small studio apartment with only one bed. Jensen may not be willing to stay there even if you slept on the couch. You were sure he was used to much more nice and extravagant living arrangements. Still, maybe it was worth a shot.

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You: I have a suggestion, but I don't know if he would go through with it.

Jared: Okay, what's your suggestion?

You: I put in for my week's vacation yesterday. I don't have to be back to work at all this week. He could come to stay at my apartment. It's just a small studio apartment, but I'll let him have the bed. I have no problem sleeping on the couch. Jensen may not want to do that though. I'm not sure if he would even be willing to stay with me at all.

Jared: I think it's a good idea. You're close to the hospital, and you're off the radar. No one knows who you are. That will keep the media at bay. They have found out he was attacked and is recovering. That's all they need to know. Him staying with you would keep his recovery private.

Jared: Why do you think he wouldn't want to stay with you?

You: I don't know. I don't know how he feels about me.

Jared: Are you blind? The dude has it pretty bad for you. You're the only one that he'll let touch him. Hell, he let you give him a damn shower today! Plus all the hell he was giving you before he was attacked. The way he looked at you and watched you the whole time he was recording. I've known Jensen a while. The two of you in my opinion need to spend some alone time together. It's settled he will be staying with you. We will tell him in the morning.

You: Okay. I hope you're right. I don't want to upset him or piss him off.

Jared: It will be fine , trust me. You guys get some rest.

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You look over at Jensen who was now in a pretty deep sleep lying in the bed next to your chair you check to make sure he’s comfortable before moving over to the couch and make yourself as comfortable as possible in the small space.

“How the hell did Jared's tall ass sleep on this thing?” you think to yourself as you make yourself a little makeshift bed out of a pillow and blanket that the nurses had left for you. Once you were settled you lay there on your side facing Jensen, watching his face twitch slightly in his sleep. It was just so damn hard to take your eyes off of him.

You know you have feelings for this man, you know that whatever this is between the two of you is anything but simple, and you'll probably be working things out between the two of you when you're both in your 90's, but right now; even though you know you can't you just wish you could wish all this away from him. Make it like it never happened.

With all that on your mind, you fall into an uneasy sleep. You don't know how long you were out before the sound of strangled screaming woke you up. Sitting straight up you see Jensen is ridged in the bed, fist balled up so tight his knuckles are white, screaming through gritted teeth in his sleep.

Jumping your feet you start trying to shake him awake. Jared never said he was having nightmares. Why didn’t he tell you it was this bad?

Waking up with another loud, inhuman scream Jensen sat straight up in the bed more quickly than his body liked with his fractured ribs. His hand shot to his side, and his eyes searched the room as he tried to get a grip on his surroundings. Sweat formed on his face and neck as he came back to reality.

"Jensen... Hey, you back with me?" you ask, wanting more than anything just to reach out and touch his face, let him know you were there for him.

Jensen's eyes finally found yours, panting like he'd run a race. Sweat was now rolling down his face and his color was slightly green.

"I'm gonna throw up," he said, and you leaned down and brought the small trash can between the couch and the bed up to his mouth just in time.

He sat there emptying his stomach violently into the trash can. Without thinking, because you couldn't just sit there and watch, you reached over and started running your hand gently up and down his back.

He either was too sick to care, too weak to move, or didn't mind because he didn't jerk away.

When he was finally done you got up from the side of his bed and sat the trash can out in the hall for the nurses to find it. Then go quickly into the bathroom and dampen a washcloth with cool water. Jensen just sat there still breathing heavily, and looking down at his covered legs.

"You okay? Are you still nauseous? Do I need to call the nurse?" you asked, sitting back down next to him, and gently wiping his face and neck with the cool rag you’d retrieved from the bathroom before returning to his bed.

"No, don't go get anyone I'll be okay," he said, not trying to stop you at all. Which was a relief but concerned you at the same time.

What he did next surprised you.

After taking a small sip of the water you handed him from his bedside table, he leaned down and put his head on your shoulder obviously exhausted. You froze, not sure what to do. You didn’t want to do the wrong thing and freak him out.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked him, experimentally running your fingers through his short tasseled hair.

"No," was all he said, nuzzling his face deeper into your shoulder. His body shook slightly as you sat there with him. You didn't have to have him talk to you to guess what the nightmare was about. Still, he was apparently looking for some sort of comfort, or he wouldn’t be sitting here like this.

Laying the two of you back against the bed you stayed there with him like that for the rest of the night. He seemed to feel a little safer because after about an hour of laying there saying nothing he dozed back off.

You lay there still running your fingers through his hair. Grateful that he was letting you touch him. You still didn't know where the two of you stood. Right now though that didn't matter. What mattered was that he needed you. So right now you would be whatever he needed. The rest would come later... Or it wouldn't... Right now though you couldn't think about that. It didn't matter. What mattered was putting this broken man sleeping on your shoulder, now snoring softly, back together again.

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From The Stars, Part 2

Chapter Summary: Kira and the Xenomoprh have a second, strange encounter and Kira gets a visit from the Feds.

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Here’s part 2, nothing really exciting, but we do get to see a little more about Kira’s past. Nothing too deep though.

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“Stop.”

Kira doesn’t expect it to work. The creature is halfway across her dining room, mid-step, when it pauses. Kira’s hands are shaking, the dying light outside making her more nervous. There was no fire to offer any light tonight and soon it would be pitch black and she was inside with this strange, alien creature. It could be weeks before anyone found her body.

But nonetheless, the creature stays frozen where it is at her command, watching her with unseen eyes. She stares at it for a good while, the light fading faster and faster. She slowly reaches out, fumbling against the wall for the light switch. The creature flinches as the light turns on overhead, just the subtlest of movements.

“What the hell are you? And what the hell do you want?” Kira almost winces at the shakiness of her voice. But given the current situation, she’s not all that ashamed of her fear. It was clearly justifiable.

The creature tilts its head slowly, hissing lowly. It crouches down on its haunches, putting it nearly at her height. It had been towering over her standing, easily two feet taller than she was. Despite its hulking size, it was bony and emaciated looking. She was no biology expert, but she wondered if it always looked like that, or if it was actually starving and looking for a meal.

But if that were the case, it probably would have eaten her by now. It would have done so last night. Unless it was playing with her.

The creature slowly puts its hand down on the floor, leaning its weight forward onto it slowly and deliberately. Its head doesn’t move, invisible eyes still on her as it shifts its body, its other hand following the same movement. Kira takes a half a step back, the creature pausing and hissing again at her. She’s still gripping the gun, knuckles white around it. She should just shoot it, attempt to kill it before it gets a chance to kill her. Her heart is hammering in her chest, hands shaking so much she’s not sure she could hit it even this close to her.

The creature begins to move again, slowly crawling towards her. The distance between them gets smaller and smaller, the creature starting to drip drool all over her floor. Kira’s stomach flutters in fear, her finger attempting to find the trigger.

It all happens very quickly: the explosion from the shotgun, Kira’s adrenaline forcing her to turn and run, the air leaving her lungs as she’s slammed down on the hardwood of her living room floor. Her vision goes white for a moment, heavy weight on her back making it harder to breathe. The shotgun has slid a few feet away, nearly against the wall. A hand with too-long fingers touches her head, more sticky drool hitting the back of her neck. Kira feels tears burn her eyes, knowing her death must be imminent.

The creature hisses angrily at her before it quiets, the hand sliding down her head and face until it’s on her shoulder. The weight on her back disappears, and she’s pulled rather unceremoniously off of her stomach and onto her side. Her back hits something hard and ribbed, bony limbs encasing her in. Its spiked tail curls in front of her, the knifelike end disappearing over her head. Was it...holding her? Was this how it would eat her? Absorb her into its body?

Kira can’t help it, the strangeness of the whole situation plus the terror of not knowing what’s going to happen hitting her all at once. She begins to cry, hot tears spilling across her skin and pooling on the floor under her. Her lungs burn as she cries, sobs rocking her body. The creature doesn’t move except to rest its head on top of hers, making low hissing noises at her.

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Kira is alone when she wakes up. The sun is up, light coming in through the window. She’s sticky and feels sick to her stomach. Her face is tight from the tears she had cried last night and despite the sleep she’d gotten, which she can’t even recall falling asleep in the first place, she feels exhausted. Her back is sore and her chest, no doubt from being slammed on the floor by the alien. The throbbing in her head gets worse as she sits up, groaning slightly in protest of the movement.

There’s no sign of the alien as she stumbles through the house, finding the ibuprofen and some water. The only sign that last night had been real was the shattered back door and the hole in the wall from where she’d missed the shot. She grabs a broom and a dustpan, cleaning up the glass before going out to the barn to find the tarp to tape over the missing glass until she could get it replaced.

She’s in the process of filling the bullet hole when there’s a knock on her door. She nearly jumps out of her skin, half expecting to see the alien outside her front window. But that would be ridiculous. She opens the door, surprised to see two men in suits standing on her front porch.

“Kira Matthews?” One of them asks. Kira nods in response. “I’m Agent Jameson, this is Agent Hitchcock. We’re investigating the explosion that happened the night before last. We were wondering if we could ask you some questions.”

Kira hesitates before nodding. “Sure. Come in.”

She moves out of the doorway, letting the two agents into her house. She guides them to sit on the couch in the living room, taking the old rocking chair across from them. She hopes they don’t notice the tarp over the back door. No doubt it would raise some questions.

“Ms. Matthews, you live here by yourself?” Agent Jameson asks her.

Kira nods. “Yes. I prefer the quiet and the isolation.”

“Where were you on the night of March 24th around 3:20 in the morning?”

“I was in bed, upstairs, asleep. The explosion woke me up.”

“You didn’t report it?”

“My cell phone service was down and the power was out.”

Agent Jameson nods, writing everything down. “What did you do after the explosion woke you?”

“I went outside to look at the fire, made sure it wasn’t too close to the house.”

“And then?”

“I stayed up and watched it. Made sure I didn’t need to get out of here in a hurry.”

“Ms. Matthews, did you notice anything strange that night, anything out of the ordinary.”

Now was her chance. Now was her chance to bring up the strange creature that had been in her yard, that had broken into her house. But would they believe her? Would they shrug her off as being some kook who lives out in the woods alone?

Kira shakes her head. “No. I mean, outside of the explosion, no.”

Agent Hitchcock stands up, looking at the photos on the walls. They had been there since Kira was a little girl, pictures of her with her parents, from a different time in her life.

“My parents.” She says, answering the question hanging in the air. “My dad moved into town not long after my mom died. He couldn’t take being around so many reminders of her, so he bought a place in town and I stayed out here.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Agent Hitchcock says.

“It was a while ago.”

“You’re sure you didn’t see or hear anything strange?” Agent Jameson asks her again.

Kira shakes her head. “Nothing. I was outside on my porch all night. There was...” Kira swallows, her heart racing. She could do it. She could tell them. Get them to hunt it down, kill it before it killed her. “Two deer that ran through, but that’s not that unusual for out here.”

Why couldn’t she do it? Why couldn’t she tell them about the alien? They obviously expected her to say something strange, something about some creature that obviously wasn’t from earth that probably crash landed in the spaceship that caused the explosion and the fire that found its way to her yard and to her and now wouldn’t leave her alone.

“Right.” Agent Jameson says, closing his notepad.

“What happened back here?” Agent Hitchcock asks. He was standing in front of the tarped back door.

She could tell them. She could tell them an alien broke through her window to get to her.

“Oh, some local kids played a prank last night. Not a lot happens in this town. Sometimes they come out here and vandalize the houses in the woods.”

“Did you report it to the police?”

Kira shakes her head. “No. What can they do? I have no proof it was them.”

“No security system?”

Kira shakes her head again. “No. Like I said, it’s quiet out here. Things like that don’t happen very often. Usually it’s the empty vacation houses they hit.”

Kira’s heart is nearly pounding out of her chest. Why can’t she just say it? Why is she protecting an alien that most likely wants to consume her in the near future?

Agent Jameson stands up from the couch. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Matthews.” He pulls a card from his pocket as his partner joins him. “If you see or hear anything, please give us a call.”

Kira takes the card, nodding. The agents show themselves out, Kira watching the SUV back out of her driveway and head down the road, no doubt going to the next house down the road to ask the same questions. Kira lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. Why hadn’t she been able to tell them? Why had the words stuck in her throat? She had just protected an alien that was very capable of killing and eating her.

A laugh bursts through her lips, loud and manic sounding. There was an alien somewhere in the near vicinity that had made contact with her twice and no doubt was playing with her before it ate her and had broken her window and she had just lied to the Feds about it all. She laughs harder, falling to her knees as tears stream from her eyes. The whole situation was completely crazy. There really was an alien out there, an alien that had for some reason taken a liking to her. An alien that had, for some reason, decided she was going to be its prey.

Part 3

#alien #xenomorph #xenomorph x human #xenomorph x oc #exophilia

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Angel Voice

Ok, so this is really the first piece of writing I've actually finished since I graduated from college. Haha, yeah. I've been a bit of an unproductive writer the past lil bit, BUT I'm here today and I finished this. Not gonna lie, I am hella nervous for this. It's nothing emotionally involved or really intense (ok, there’s not angst, but I get real emotionally involved in fluff, so maybe I’m a liar), but I read the idea of Shinsou doing ASMR from secondhand-trash and the anon over there and, ya know, magic happened! Haha, I kid. Just cuteness, a few saucy phrases here and there! Please be kind to me!

(Also, I’m so sorry. I will figure out how to put stuff under the cut. Please be patient with my tech illiterate ass!)

@queensynderella

@secondhand-trash

Angel Voice

Shinsou x Reader

Warning: lots of fluff?, attempted assault (not Shinsou!), suggestive comments, a hot mess of a reader!

Word Count: Just over 5000... I think.

~~~*~~~

Fucking fuckity fuck fuck. You had not slept at all. Not a single wink.

Sorry, kind sir. I have no spare winks to give. No winks here.

This had been going on for months. Months!

It was starting to affect you.

Hahahah… That was a lie. It had been affecting you. You were just adaptable and great at lying so nothing was really wrong!

…Ok, that was a lie too. Your sleep schedule was shot. Your brain was shot. Your work was… by some miracle still ok, but you weren’t about to keep betting on that.

So, here you were. Finally off work and almost falling asleep waiting for the train in the humid, afternoon heat.

This is probably what Hell feels like. Sleep-deprived, foggy, humid, and full of sweaty humans.

You jolted fully awake from a doze as the train arrived and people began crowding against you.

Yippee. A crowded train with strangers pressing in close on absolutely zero sleep.

Nevermind. This was Hell. Waiting for the train was just the appetizer.

Your phone buzzed.

It was your best friend. She knew that you'd been having trouble sleeping and had been your solid rock. She'd been your support when it started and had helped you brainstorm remedies when it had continued. So it wasn't really a surprise when she sent you a link to an asmr video with the message, 'he has the voice of an angel! 😇 if this doesn't help you sleep, nothing will! luv ya boo! good luck!!! ❤❤❤❤❤'

She was right.

His voice was deep, but soothing. He spoke in a soft, calm cadence that immediately put you at ease.

The video in question was a request from a viewer. It was a description of a calm hike through the woods on a nice day.

It was heaven.

You had your first night of decent sleep in months.

(And if you were being totally honest, you did actually cry a bit when you woke up feeling more rested and clear-headed than you could remember.)

From that point on, you fell asleep listening to 'Angel Voice' every night.

And quickly discovered that you couldn't listen to the more...exciting rp videos before bed! They sent your poor, stupid heart wild and kept you wide awake plus some tasty adrenaline! Definitely not the desired effect! Not unpleasant. Just kinda detrimental to the whole helping-you-sleep thing.

But his calm, descriptive videos and dulcet voice sent you straight to dreamland.

For a month straight you fell asleep to his tones and barely bothered to look at the voice artist's name.

Angel voice worked!

***

Ok, now you were tired.

A frantic call to work this afternoon had you covering your sick coworker’s shift. This meant you were both awake way later than you had recently been staying up and you were working with a double shift's worth of leftover energy.

Ok, you were dead. Running on empty. There was no leftover energy.

You dumb, tired feet trudged along the stupid, dark street and your dumb, heavy purse cut into your stupid, aching shoulder.

But despite your exhaustion, you still held a canister of pepper spray--safety off, thank you--clutched tightly in your hand.

The hackles on the back of your neck rose. The hair on your arms stood on end. Chills ran down your spine.

You could feel eyes on your back.

Someone was watching you.

It was a very unpleasant feeling this late at night all alone on a half lit street.

Ugh, this street was so different after dark!

You normally made your way home during rush hour when the street was busy with foot and vehicle traffic, well-lit by the sun, and full of chatter and life.

It was almost lifeless and eerily quiet now.

Creepy.

It needed more streetlamps.

Humming very quietly to yourself, you tried to keep your mind off of the intense foreboding grabbing at your chest.

That same shivering chill ran through your body right before a harsh hand clawed at your arm, jerking you back. You cried out as your sore shoulder twisted and adrenaline-fueled panic surged through your entire nervous system.

You whipped around, pepper spray at the ready and a fierce scowl on your face, to empty the canister straight into the guy's eyes.

You wrenched your aching shoulder out of his hand. Without conscious thought, your foot rose and met his groin in a beautifully placed front kick.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

We have a winner!

He fell.

A convenience store! There was a convenience store nearby!

Heart pounding, you fled to the little 24 hour convenience store across the street and, from the safety of the front counter, called the police.

Your frantic eyes scoured the area near the man, waiting to see if he would rise and run.

Although, you did get him pretty good. You hoped he wouldn't run away. That'd be a) frustrating because you didn't really have a way to identify him so he'd probably get away and b) scary because you kicked him in the nuts! Guys held grudges for things like that!

Was that movement?

It… didn't seem like the attacker was moving…

Oh! It was another guy and it looked like he was wearing a costume!

A hero?

Looked like it! He was tying the felled grabber up with… not sure, but it was incapacitating the guy who grabbed you, so yay!

You left the store and slowly approached the man.

"Um, hi," you said with a hesitant wave. "This was me." You bashfully gestured to the man still lying (now tied up) on the ground.

"Hey, there. Thanks for doing my job for me," he replied with a bit of a smirk. He had a deep, slightly rough voice and up close you could see dark, wildy messy hair.

Uh-oh. You needed to explain. This was absolutely self defense!

"He, uh, grabbed me from behind and I kind of panicked and, well…"

"Don't worry. I saw what happened. He started following you a few blocks back, but I couldn't do anything because he hadn't done anything yet."

Oh.

Oh, damn.

You felt sick. He had… he had been following you?

Your knees trembled.

The hero noticed and stepped forward to you.

"Hey, hey. Come here."

He led you to the curb and sat you down, a hand rubbing comforting circles on your upper back. "It's gonna be ok. You clearly know how to defend yourself, so I wouldn't worry about.."

His soothing voice soon began to pull you out of your fear and calm your racing brain. His hand continued rubbing your back in rhythmic motions and soon your shaking began to slow and finally stop. Your thoughts came back to the moment and you noticed something. Something very familiar...

"Holy shit. Angel voice!"

The hero stopped his rambling speech, one eyebrow raising in an amused arch. He didn't say anything else, just waited for you.

"Do you do asmr?"

"Uh… yeah?"

Boy, you wish you could've captured his face.

Befuddled?

Was that the right word?

Yeah. Pure befuddlement.

Then blushing.

Holy hell! He was blushing! It was really hard to see, but the slightest bit of red colored his cheeks in the dim light.

"Thank you so much!" you cried, maybe a bit loudly. He flinched just a little, looking surprised. "Ah, sorry. But seriously! You're the reason I've been able to sleep for the past month! I've been having sleep issues for almost a year and a friend sent me one of your videos and, well, tada. Sleep happened!" It was your turn to blush.

The look he was sending your way now was… hella cute. He looked delighted. Elated. Even in the dark, his eyes were shining and he had a goofy little half smile that lit his whole face with happiness.

The smile highlighted the bags under his eyes and you briefly wondered if that had something to do with his decision to make asmr videos. The thought fled when he raised a self-conscious hand to rub the back of his neck and started speaking.

"I'm glad they've been helping you!" The very corners of his eyes crinkled just a bit. "It makes my night to hear that!"

His deep voice wasn't loud or overtly excited, but it was warm and full of sincerity.

Your stomach did a stupid flip.

Nope. Not happening. You refused to be a hero groupie. Too much drama. Too many fans picking each other apart. Too much shade. You needed sunshine and most groupies you knew threw shade like confetti.

Also, he was a professional at work. This was his job. You needed to respect that.

A deep internal breath had you back where you should be. Thanking a professional hero for helping apprehend a man who had attacked you and thanking him for his generous work that helped you sleep well.

The two of you talked quietly for a few bit waiting for the police to arrive. It was nice. You asked about hero work. He asked about your job. You two chatted about a couple of random things and by the time the police arrived your chatter was comfortable and easy.

Everything after was a whirl. You had to give a statement. They needed to take you to a hospital just in case. The hero gave his witness statement and then had to leave to help out with a robbery in a different neighborhood.

You left for the hospital looking back and feeling little starbursts of melancholy disappointment needling your chest.

You'd probably never see him again.

Ah, well. Guess he'd stay Angel Voice.

***

Shit.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.

This was stupid.

You had barely talked to him for a half hour. And, yeah, he was sweet. Ok, he'd been crazy nice. And so fucking attractive. He'd been easy to talk to and the conversation between you two had been entertaining and full of wit.

But you had no way of directly contacting him. You'd looked him up, but hadn't gotten much info on him. It looked like he was an underground hero, so that made a lot of sense. It, however, did not make it any less frustrating.

You didn't know what you'd do if you managed to get ahold of him anyway!

"Hi! You sorta bagged a guy who tried to assault me (but I took down first) a few weeks ago and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since then even though we had like a half hour conversation, half of which was you coaxing me out of a panic attack. Want to go on a date?"

Of course, you could always comment on one of Utube videos, but that had about a 1 in 1,000,000,000 chance of working and felt a little too…. Stalker-fan.

There was also the raging guilt and embarrassment you felt over crushing on a hero who had just been helping you as part of his professional work. He had been at work! It was part of his job to comfort you! He was literally in the business of saving people and making sure they were ok. And that was exactly he had done. He didn't need to be harrassed because your dumb brain said, 'Oo, shiny!' when he smiled. He had been at work. You shouldn't read anything into his behavior, because there really wasn't anything other than a pro hero doing his duty.

Nope! You needed to get over this.

A notification buzzed and you checked your phone.

Mind_kitty has posted a new video! Watch now!

With a defeated sigh, you deferred the notification for later. You could listen and relax on your way home from work.

A movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention and you snapped your head up as a coworker hustled over with a look of panic on their face.

Uh-oh.

***

And now, here you were, sitting wearily on the train and hurtling towards home.

Ugh, what a day.

After everything that could go wrong had miraculously (horrifically? Fiendishly? Miraculously seemed too positive…) gone up in flames at the same time, you had spent the rest of your work day running around like crazy putting out all the fires (only one of which was, in fact, a literal fire so not actually a terrible day).

Your feet were sore and a headache that had started with your coworker's news and grown from there threatened to overwhelm you.

There were still a few stops until yours, so you slipped your headphones out of your bag and opened your Utube app.

Thank you unlimited data!

You found Angel Voice's latest video and began to play.

(Ok, you now had actually figured out his Utube username and finally bothered to remember it, but he'd started as Angel Voice to you and it just worked in your mind!)

Ahhhhhh…

Why does he have such a great voice? It was perfect! Deep and smooth and perfectly made to whisper sweet (or not so sweet) nothings in your ear while you gently played with his wild purple hair. Fuck, his hair was so pretty! You'd bet your left buttcheek it was soft as clouds…

Ugggghhhhh... Fine.

You were crushing on a pro hero.

Are you happy, universe?

Your fated journey to become a groupie had begun. Might as well accept it and focus on more important things… like Angel Voice's hair.

Or, you know, his voice…

You fell into the sound of his speaking.

Hah, it was like an automatic reaction at this point. Your shoulders started to unknot and that stereotypical breath you didn't know you were holding in rushed out in a grateful sigh.

However, it didn't take you long to realize that he hadn't started into the asmr immediately as you were expecting. Paying more attention, you rewound the video to the beginning and actually listened to what he was saying.

"I'm not sure exactly how to do this." He let out a dry half chuckle. "I haven't completely convinced myself I should. But, um…"

He paused with a frustrated sigh, then seemed to take a deep breath.

"Ok, to hell with it. I'm doing this. Dear, girl I met the other night who took a guy out by kicking him in the nuts."

Was he talking about you? Was there another girl who kicked a guy in the nuts on his patrol? Damn, he met a lot of kickass girls on patrol! Good for her! She was getting a personal shoutout from Angel Voice!

"I know it might seem kind of weird to be doing this over Utube, but I missed my chance at first, then the police arrived and everything was crazy and I had to leave to help out another pro."

Wow, sounds intense. Bet that was stressful. Oh, wait. Hah. You knew it was stressful.

"So I blew my chance to ask for your number."

He wanted her number? Damn! Super lucky girl!

Wait, this wasn't an rp video was it?

You pulled out your phone to check, but the title and description didn't mention any kind of rp. Aww! This was real! And it was adorable!

A tiny piece of sad ripped itself free of the fuzzy feelings you were experiencing. He had been so kind and you'd had such a fun time conversing. It would have been really amazing if this were for you. You had really liked the piece of personality you'd been able to see.

"I'm really hoping you'll hear this video, and hear it in time, because I'd love to go get coffee with the girl who accidentally body-slammed her coworker on her birthday."

Holy.

Shit.

That…

THAT WAS YOU!

That had been you! Your stupid coworker had snuck up behind you at the end of the day in a semi-dark area of work and shouted in your ear to scare you.

It had worked.

You'd been so scared that you'd grabbed him, flipped him over your shoulder, and body-slammed him into the floor.

And… and you'd told Angel Voice that night as you sat talking about some of your more notorious takedowns.

This was for you.

This video was for you!

What the fuck?!

This video was for you!?

You had to rewind a hot second to hear what came next.

Then you had to pause and go back yet again, because your mind was in such a frenzy and your heart was beating so loudly in your ears you couldn’t concentrate on what was being said!

“So if you hear this and, um, you’re interested at all, girl who took down a fully grown man in five seconds, I’ll be waiting at the spot we first met at five pm today. I, uh, really hope I’ll see you there again.”

The video ended.

Your heart was still aiming for professional drummer in your chest.

You could see him raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck with that last statement. He’d done it that night and you could picture it in your mind.

Wait! What time was it?

4:50 pm.

No.

Nonononononono!

You were going to miss the meeting.

You were still six train stops away from yours and that alone would take you fifteen minutes! Not to mention the next fifteen minutes it’d take to get to the meeting place!

Of course, that was walking speed. You could run.

Frantic eyes looked down at your shoes. Not exactly running shoes.

Whatever, you’d make do.

You wanted to see him again.

You could just imagine the disappointment on his face if you didn’t show and that melancholy from earlier reared its weepy head and cried out in frustration because you didn’t want to hurt him!

And you really wanted to see him again!

The next fifteen minutes were the most agonizing you could remember enduring in recent history. This was worse than the time you spilled coffee on your favorite author and his manager had yelled at you for five minutes while they changed! I mean, that had been pretty bad, but the author had been incredibly nice about it after getting back and even mentioned it humorously in the book you had asked them to sign. It was still easily the most awful you'd ever felt and you’d really wanted nothing more than to run away.

This. Was. Worse.

So much worse because you couldn’t actively work towards your quickly approaching deadline and destination. You had to sit there… waiting.

Your leg was bouncing up and down and a few fellow train riders were giving you slightly concerned looks. You were too wound up to care.

Finally, finally!

You arrived at your stop, hurried off the train as quickly as you could without being the absolute worst human ever, and ran.

Your shoes remained on your feet until you almost killed yourself stumbling over them, then they were in your arms.

Decorum be damned!

This was a matter of life or date! (And preferably not death by shoe!)

You made it to the spot where you’d met him at exactly 5:12 pm.

You were sweaty.

Hell, that was an understatement.

You were pretty sure you’d left a trail of sweat behind you and you could feel it running in rivulets down your back. There was probably a stain back there… And on your armpits… and on… everywhere.

You knew your hair was an absolute mess.

But as bad as you knew you must look, you felt worse.

Your lungs were on fire. You had absolutely no breath left in your entire body. It felt like you had a knife in your side. In both sides actually. Your entire body was trying to imitate an oven with the level of heat radiating off your skin. Your legs were simultaneously wobbly and shaking and you weren’t sure you’d trust them taking another step at the moment.

And now you had sweat in your eye. Stinging.

But none of that even mattered.

All of that was stupid and trivial and inconsequential because he wasn’t there.

You’d taken too long.

He was gone.

No vibrant purple hair and sleep-deprived eyes.

No stupid half-smile.

That melancholy came back and instead of quietly tugging at your heart, it hit you square in the chest with an emotional cast-iron frying pan.

No.

No!

Damnit!

You’d really wanted this.

He was… he was so fucking witty and kind that night.

He’d been soft and understanding and hot. And fucking adorable.

And… and… he wasn’t there.

Fuck.

You slumped in place.

Every ounce of your physical exhaustion caught up to you in an instant and you felt the mortifying sting of tears trying to sneak their way out of your eyes.

Talk about adding insult to injury.

It wasn’t that bad. This wasn’t that bad.

So, you didn’t get to meet up with a cute hero for coffee. Big deal. Poor unfortunate soul. It was nothing to cry about.

But you’d really wanted to see him again.

Guess it didn’t matter anymore.

You turned, ready to march across the street to that convenience store and buy half of their ice cream, but something tickled your brain.

Something out of the corner of your eye.

Your head whipped around.

There!

It was a flash of purple down the street.

Your eyes snapped to that portion of the sidewalk.

It was purple hair.

Crazy, wild, tousled, purple hair!

You knew that hair!

But your stupid legs literally wouldn’t run anymore. And he was far enough away that you wouldn’t catch up if you could run.

You reacted without thinking.

You really acted without thinking.

“ANGEL VOICE!”

You shouted his name at the top of your lungs.

Sorry.

You shouted your own private, very personal nickname that you had only spoken out loud to your very best friend and, unfortunately, him.

In the middle of a crowded street.

During rush hour.

Your brain was an utter masterpiece of stupid.

You stood there, frozen with the realization of your own idiocy, as the head of purple hair stopped, looked to the side, looked to the other side, then tuuurrrnnned around.

Made eye contact with you through the busy crowd.

Then doubled over laughing.

You couldn’t hear him from where you stood, but you could feel him laughing.

You could see it in the way his bent shoulders shook and his torso convulsed, nearly spasming with the force of his laughter.

And there you stood, still stuck to your spot.

You’d called him Angel Voice out loud in a crowd out loud in front of a bunch of strangers out loud.

And as much as you wanted to run, you couldn’t even twitch.

Not as you watched him finally finish laughing and fully turn to face you. Not as you watched him begin to walk toward you through the throng of people (just beginning to turn back to their own business in the aftermath of your outburst). Not as he stopped directly in front of you, a delighted smile on his sleepy, stupidly attractive face and the corners of his eyes still just slightly crinkled with laughter.

“Hey there,” he said and it felt like the softest slap to the face you’d ever received.

Your frozen body finally remembered its fight or flight reflexes and, wouldn’t you know, you suddenly learned how to fly.

As you turned to bolt, Angel Voice reached out, calling to you.

“Hey, wait! You’re just gonna run after all of that?”

He didn’t grab you.

That detail broke through the panic.

Even though he reached out with his hand, he didn’t grab you.

You stopped.

“I wanna run because of all that!” you blurted.

His chuckles sent a wave of heat down your spine, both embarrassed and… otherwise. Ok, fine! He had a sexy voice! And it turned you on more than you liked to admit!

Who let him have a voice like that?

It was not freaking fair!

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

Fuck, he sounded sincere.

You slowly turned around, face still burning.

You two stared at each other for a minute.

A smile crooked your lips.

“So, uh, what’s a place like you doing in a voice like this.”

Silence.

“Fuck.”

Your hand came up to rub at your forehead as he began laughing again. A full, big laugh instead of a chuckle.

“I should probably just give up on the talking thing, shouldn't I?”

“I hope not. I could listen to you all day,” he said with a small grin.

And now your heart it was afluttering.

“I feel like that should be my line,” you mumbled, watching him catch his breath from all that big old laughing through the fingers splayed across your face.

There was a pause in the conversation. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it hadn’t really achieved comfortable silence.

“So, um.”

You looked up from your hand.

Good fuck, he was doing the rubbing the back of his neck thing again. Illegal. Freaking illegal is what that was. No man should possess that level of cute.

“I mentioned grabbing coffee in the video. I’d like to assume you being here means you’re interested?” The sentence ended with a slight upturn, indicating a question. He looked up at you, uncertainty in his gorgeous violet eyes.

Why the hell was he uncertain?

This mortherfucking hottie with a voice made for swooning (and spooning) was nervous about asking you to coffee (adateadateadateadate).

Without thinking, you voiced this exact thought out loud (sans the date portion... and the spooning. Spooning was for non-dumbasses).

Angel Voice looked absolutely floored.

“I’m sorry, but do you own a mirror?” he asked. There was a tension in his voice that almost had you shrinking into yourself.

Ouch.

Damn.

Ouch.

Well, at least he was blunt.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

You met him on the floor.

Dead. Ass.

He just called you gorgeous.

There was a set to his jaw now and a sort of light in his eyes. He looked very… determined. Set, was what you’d call it. He seemed very set on a decision.

"It was great talking to you the other night. I can't get out of my head how funny and smart you were. And you're so fucking cute I want to wrap you up in my jacket and stay there forever."

His face was blazing red now. His ears too. Ok, that was hella adorable. You felt your own self flush with happy bashful feelings. I mean, he himself had just supplied you with the sappiest, schmoopiest mental image you’d really ever conceived.

“I’d really like to go get some coffee together.” He went quiet for a minute, seeming to mull something over in his head, and that stupid hand came up to rub at his neck again.

Ugh, he was gonna kill you with that!

“Would you go on a date with me?”

If your heart was fluttering before, it was nearly palpitating now!

“Yes! Please! I mean, yes I want to go on a date with you!”

He smiled, a breathless, bewildered, almost (dare you think) dorky smile. It was fucking beautiful.

"Wow," he exhaled.

A snort escaped you. "Again, I feel like that should be my line."

But you smiled back.

And there you both stood, almost dazedly smiling, little happy thoughts buzzing through your minds.

“We should probably head to a cafe if we’re going to get coffee,” Angel Voice finally murmured.

You started.

The both of you were standing like idiots in the middle of the sidewalk, just staring at each other.

“Coffee, right. Anywhere in mind, Angel Voice?” The nickname slipped out almost by accident.

He held out his hand to you and you took it gently.

“Angel Voice, huh?” he laughed quietly. “I think I can go with that.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault! You still haven’t told me your name.” You sent a playful tug along the arm you held by the hand and felt a little thrill of joy when he returned it just as playfully. "You're officially Angel Voice until you enlighten me."

The two of you had started walking. He seemed to have a destination in mind. Man with a plan. Nice.

“I know a cafe nearby. Do you mind?” he asked, softly pulling you along in invitation while leaving enough slack for you to object if you wanted.

Man with a plan who asked nicely. Nice.

“Not at all, Angel Voice.” You had a point to make and a guy to tease!

He chuckled again.

“My name is Hitoshi. Hitoshi Shinsou.” That slightly devious grin crept back onto his face. “But Angel Voice works for me.” He snuggled in close to your cheek, the side of his body leaning comfortably into yours. Then he whispered in your ear and you nearly fell over. "Especially if you're screaming it as loud as you did earlier."

Good lord, your knees nearly collapsed.

His voice, his stupid voice, saying such a frisky thing so close did such a number on you that you couldn't respond for a moment. It was all you could do to keep breathing.

His voice was going to be the death of you! You couldn’t think. Should you respond? What did you say to that? Something equally as frisky! But his voice!

He tensed a bit at your lack of response.

"Was that too much? Did I cross a line?" he asked, still speaking low right in your ear.

"Son of a bitch, if you don't stop that right now, I'm gonna jump your fucking bones right in the middle of this street." Your voice was full of urgency, but if he didn't stop you really were liable to unleash every single ounce of wild attraction you felt towards him at that exact moment, street full of people be damned!

He stopped walking.

Oh, shit. You could hear the Cheshire grin.

"You mean, like this?"

You sagged against him, letting your knees tremble. Your hand, still tangled, clutched his tightly.

His chuckle this time was less… benevolent than before. "What? You called me Angel Voice." His thumb ran soothingly over your hand. "I had to see if I could tempt you."

You couldn't help it. You turned your face to bury it in his jacket. What a magnificent, teasing butthead you'd just gotten yourself tangled up with. It was amazing!

"That’s going to come back to bite me, isn't it?"

“All the time.”

A tiny little butterfly crept into your stomach. You didn’t want to read too much into it (although after his teasing, you didn't really feel like it was reading into things), but ‘all the time’ sounded like there was going to be, well, plenty of time. It was a very welcome, warm idea.

As soon as your legs de-noodled (Hitoshi making snarky comments like a brat the entire time), the two of you continued on in an easy silence, exchanging teases every so often. The sun was setting and the entire world was covered in golden tones. Rush hour was winding down and the foot traffic in the area was dissipating, leaving a much more comfortable number of people around.

Your brain focused on the soft, warm quality of the light, the muted shocks of excitement zipping through your lower back, and the soft weight of his calloused hand surrounding yours.

You gave a little, light squeeze.

"I'm so happy I ran, Angel Voice.”

He just chuckled and squeezed back.

#welp there you go #shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #shinsou fluff #hitoshi shinsou fluff

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shaydeoffical · 4 years

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Bright as a Diamond. Shinso Hitoshi x Fem Reader: Chapter Twelve

Chapter Summary: Shouta's still not home, Mic and Shinso have to work, so (Y/n) finally has a moment to herself, but she can't stay home. So she takes it upon herself to go visit her mother. It doesn't go to plan, but she does meet an electric hero who helps her get out of her daze.

Series Summary: When (Y/N)’s co-worker decided to send a picture of her making a diamond to the paper, her life was over. Gemstone based quirks weren’t all that rare, but being able to make a diamond put a target on her back. After years of hiding in the city, it’s time to hide in the countryside with her Uncle Shota Aizawa and his more than ‘roommate’ Hizashi Yamada. With the promise of training her to be self-sufficient, she’s ready to learn.

Author Note: Enjoy this softer update!

Warnings: Dissosiation, parental abuse, arugment, feeling helpless,

Last Chapter: Eleven

Next Chapter: Thirteen

Good Friends

What is Home?

The train ride had been pleasant, as in, no one knew who I was or cared. Definitely, no one trying to make me think I had an admirer. Damn Hizashi, trying to plant a seed that Hitoshi actually liked me the whole time. What a ridiculous notion.

“Name?” I buzzed the staff, and a woman’s voice filtered through the intercom.

“(Y/n) (L/n),” I answered, hearing the gate click open immediately. Tucking my book into my bag, I went through the slightly familiar halls. We had taken a tour of the facility months before, but all I knew was mom’s room number now.

Her room was in the middle of the hall, right across from the nurse's station. That was some peace of mind, knowing that they were close enough to hear her if something happened. Still, I carefully opened the door and peered inside.

She was propped against a chair by the window, a tablet loose in her hand. Her sullen eyes were glued to the snowy sky, and her smile was hard to miss. “Hey, mom.” I sat my things on her bed and took the chair across from her.

“You’ve been keeping secrets” she didn’t take her eyes off the sky. Instead, she pointed to the scars on my skin. “Shota didn’t cause that with his training.”

“No, he didn’t.” I relaxed my shoulders and leaned back into the plush chair. “A lot of things are happening at the moment, but Shota is- well all of his people are taking care of it. They are taking care of me.” I crossed my ankles and massaged my neck. “I don’t want to spend our time talking about that, though.”

“(Y/n), are you really protected with Shota?” A small wisp of smoke flew from her mouth as he coughed, trying to test her power.

“Hey, take it easy,” I warned, grabbing her arms, and kneeling before her, feeling the heat radiate from her chest. “I’m getting better, I kind of saved myself the other day….with some help, but still.” Mom reached in my hoodie and pulled out the necklace Dad made for me. She smiled before her expression soured.

“I never wanted you to be a fighter.” She twirled the stone in the light. “Shota begged me to let you really immerse yourself into training, and I just wanted you to live a normal life. Go to school, get married, have a family, but that all went down the drain.” She clenched her teeth, ripping the cord from my throat after yanking multiple times. It was a strong string and didn’t give, so my oxygen was cut off as she fisted it up. Too afraid to push her off, I let it happen. She always calmed down. Finally, the cord snapped. “I never should have married your father.”

“What?” I stepped back, rubbing my throat, coughing with each breath. Why was she made about Dad?

“No, I loved him. I should have never had kids with him…” she shot me a fiery glance. “He’d still be here.” The air in the room heating as her breath came out in smoke lines.

“Mom, what medicine are you on right now?” I grabbed her chart and started to slip through the notes, hoping there'd be notes. It was different from being at home, I couldn't let her have a meltdown and ruin the hospital campus. I flipped faster…DNR. My fingers froze, and I held my breath. Trying to shake it off, I let my anger slip. “What the hell, mom? Do not resuscitate forms?”

“Momma is very tired,” she tossed my necklace out the window and shut it back quickly. Cracking the glass on the window pane. “I am exhausted and bitter, my dear. It’s not my desire to fight this anymore. And it's none of your concern.” Her damned hero voice slipped out.

“Then why did we put you in an experimental hospital and not hospice? Why did I have to move hours away?” I slammed the clipboard on the bed and pulled my hair, curling into myself. "This has everything to do with me." She settled down. Sweat pooled in my pits, and I became light-headed. Her quirk was pro material for a reason.

“This is an end of life facility, I lied.” She stood up from her chair and took my hands from my head. “Baby, I did everything for you. I lived my life for your father and after him, you. Now it is time I let you go. There are more pro heroes then ever, surely you can manage to stay safe in this world.” She heated her hand like when I was a child and slapped me. “But don’t you dare lie to me about being in danger. When you are in trouble, you tell me. No more of this hiding bullshit.”

"Yes." My lips moved before I could think. My body was separate from me.

A nurse stormed in. We were pried apart, and mom was held back. Nothing was moving faster than my head. Time wasn't real. I needed to find my necklace. Outside, I needed to go outside. My bag was tossed into my arms by a nurse. I was guided to the front door. Moving on my own, I searched. On the front steps, I found my necklace tangled in a bush. Once in my grasp, I ran. I raced towards where I thought the train was. Moving. Pushing. Blood rushing in my ears.

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A pop can rolled under my ankle. Losing my balance, I swan dove into the street. Hitting the concrete and skidding to a stop by a crosswalk, I woke up. I had no clue how long I had been running or walking. My bag was filled with empty snack wrappers I didn’t remember eating, and my money was gone. How long had I been on the move? I grasped Hizashi’s phone, and the battery was drained. The sky was dark. Fuck.

A man walking by stopped, he crossed the street and towered over me. He gripped under my arms and tugged back onto the sidewalk, kneeling beside me. Pushing my hair aside, he nodded. “You’re (Y/n).” My heart froze, I had to flee. Tripping over my sore feet, I tried to sprint across the street. “Wait, hold on, I’m Shinso’s friend. Don't go.” The man chased after me with ease, I didn't have the energy to run. “I’m Denki Kaminari, pro hero Chargebolt. You may have heard of me.” He produced his hero license, and I slowed down, out of breath and freezing—Head dizzy.

“Can you please text Shinso I lost my money and can’t get home, and to let Shota know. Plus, tell him my phone is dead.” I coughed into my shoulder, and Denki produced a canteen of water. Popping off the cap, I gulped it down, taking a moment to think this through. “How do you know who I am?”

“You’re his phone lock screen.” Denki grinned, pulling out his phone, “but I’m not supposed to talk about that.” I could imagine the horrendous picture he had. It must have made Kaminari laugh, Shinso was still a smug prick.

“I’m sure it’s a sight to see. But could you text the Lint ball that for me?” I leaned against a stone wall, trying to ground myself. Cunting, the cracks in the pathway, listening to the cars pass, and the heavy scent of axe.

“Sure, I’ll one-up you and take you to the station and buy you a ticket home.” He sent the message quickly. “Hey, hand me your phone."

"I don't know about that." Standing on my own feet, I took a step back.

"Listen, I know a cool trick. Just trust me, okay?" He offered a dazzling smile and held out his hand.

I placed Hizashi’s phone in his palm, and he plugged a cable to it and put the other end in his mouth. It lit up and started to charge. “That’s super handy.” I laughed, my jaw unclenching. "Alright, I'll take your offer." He took off down a path, and I followed after the blonde like a lost duckling. Though he could have walked faster, he made sure to keep my pace, falling to walk beside me. “Thanks for helping me.”

“No worries. I can’t leave a pretty girl delusional in the streets.” He grinned, grasping the USB port between his teeth. A blush dusted my cheeks.

“Don’t say stuff like that, it might get to, my head.” I tucked my hands in my pockets, the wind nipping at my fingers. “I’m just a crazy nondescript woman you bumped into at the right time.” I was coming to my senses a bit. Grounding had helped me a lot, plus knowing this dude was slightly goofy put me at ease. Though I never imagined Shinso to have such an electric friend.

“Hey, if Shinso didn’t have dibs, I’d take you on a date. You’re absolutely beautiful.” He nudged my shoulder and nearly knocked me over, a jolt of energy passing through me.

“Dibs on giving me hell,” I puffed, tugging the collar on my jacket up. There’s no way this guy would take me on a date, he was just a nice dude. “For real, are you a tease like Shinso? Is that why you both get along? It would make more sense.”

“You don’t believe me?” Kaminari stopped, and took my hand, lacing our fingers. “Would you like me to wine and dine you, my dear.” He spun me in a circle after tucking my phone in his pocket. The cord still dangling from his lips anyway. But-“ He dipped me, and I clasped his arms for balance.

“Alright, you broke me. Come one, we’re going to have dinner before I send you off to- Lint ball?” He raised his brow and smiled at the nickname. I nodded. "Yea, Lint Ball can wait for us."

There was a small café that we ducked into. A warm breeze blew over us, and I shivered with the change. Inside there was only one couple in the middle of the café and one server behind the counter. Kaminari dragged me to a table by the window. The waiter took her time gathering menus and then skipped over to us. I could see she was tired, but trying t, get her spirits up.

“Welcome, what can I start you with?” She let the words fall from her lips. The menus dropping to the table, her fingers tapping the plastic covers in a rhythmic pattern before she separated them.

It was quiet as we read over the menu, but I could; feel the slight rush as the waiter hoovered us. While Kaminari was treating me, I still didn't want to break his bank. So I looked over the lunch deals and tried to find something that would warm u,p my insides.

“I’ll take a water, and the daily special.“ Kaminari glanced at me, “get whatever you want.”

“Umm, I’ll have a hot chocolate and the curry. Also, can I have a glass of water.” I handed her the menu, having picked one of the more affordable and warming options.

“Perfect, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She bowed and headed off to the back. My stomach growled at the right moment. It wouldn't be much longer before it was filled with real food.

“You’re pretty hungry huh? I wish I’d thought of this sooner, it would have been uncool for me to send a cutie on the train hungry. Anyway, tell me about how you know Mr. Aizawa. He was my teacher back in the day.”

“Oh, he’s my uncle on my mother’s side. We were close growing up, and when he got Eri, he relied on my mom for advice on raising a proper young girl and not just being a stoic mentor.” A smile came to mind as I thought back onto our time together. Though some parts of my memory were hazey, I could never forget meeting her. Or helping Uncle Sho become an excellent father.

“I can see that. You look nothing like the guy, so I assume your mom got all the beauty.” He grinned thanking the waiter as we got our drinks. He swirled his straw a few times in the ice before taking a long swig.

“She’s a good looker for sure.” I burned my tongue and then dropped a few ice cubes into my mug, wrinkling my nose.

“Don’t burn yourself.” Denki warned me before I took my next sip.

“Too late.” I giggled, taking a gulp. It was hot enough to irritate my burn but easily pass by the rest of my mouth. Denki grabbed my cup and added a few more ice cubes.

“Slow down, and let it cool. Hitoshi is right, you really are a disaster on your own.” He laughed, twirling his spoon in my mug before licking the chocolate remains clean.

“That’s not fair. I'm perfectly capable on my own.” I crossed my arms and looked towards the counter. His eyes had been lingering on the red mark on my face a little too long. He hadn't mentioned it yet, but I knew it was at the back of his mind. While talking with him was easy as breathing, I needed to remember we had just met. I was already mentally ushing his first name.

“So why are you in town?” The little old couple pointed at us and smiled to themselves. Of course, we looked like we were having a lovers quarrel to them. I guess we were dinner and a show.

“Trying to change the subject? Well, I’ll let it slide this once.- Oh Thank you.” I smiled as our food was placed on the table, our waiter sloppily spilling sauce all over the table. She left without another word, so I went back to my story. “Anyway, I was here to see my mom. She’s in the care facility by the bay.” A frown crept up despite my best efforts. I shoved a mouthful of warm curry past my lips and chugged my water, finishing it off. “I got booted because she had a small meltdown today. I don’t know what happened after that. I was just upset, and I came to when I fell in the street.”

“That’s rough, I’m sorry.” Denki brought a mouthful of rice to his mouth and swallowed quickly. His phone began to ring, and he dug in his pocket before pulling it out. Putting a headphone in quickly, he leaned back in the booth, resting his arm along the top. “This is Chargebolt. Oh, you want to see who I am with?” Denki changed it to facetime, then pointed the camera at me. The waiter still hadn’t come to refill our drinks. I guess I did chug it as soon as she left.

“Is it Shinso?” I asked, setting my fork down and waving lightly. Fixing my hair the best I could without a mirror, I covered the spot on my face.

“Yup, we’re on a little date.” He paused for a moment, going pale. “Hey, you can’t use your quirk over the phone, so I am safe. Chill out.”

“Did you upset him?” Pepper from the curry caught at the back of my throat, and I started to choke. I was able to stay calm at first, but my spit wasn't enough. Coughing was pushing it back deeper, and Denki's focus shifted. Shit.

“Hold on, (Y/n)’s dying.” Denki handed me what was left of his water, and I hacked so hard the water went out my nose. I caught it all in a napkin. Mentally kicking myself, I closed my eyes. This was a date, my first date, and I had made a fool of myself already. It was a casual affair, and I still managed to fuck it up. Another swig and I had my throat cleared and slumped into the plush chair. “She’s good now. Anyway, I’ll have her on the train within the hour….if she doesn’t come back home with me, Lint Ball.” He grinned, leaning into the camera.

“Hey, only I can call him that,” I wheezed, lightly kicking Denki under the table, causing him to moan in pain.

“Hey, you two need to keep it down,” the waiter returned, filling our glasses and bringing more napkins. The couple had headed out, and it was just us inside the café at the moment.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, sipping my water.

“Yea, we will keep it down,” Denki added, pulling one headphone out. “Shinso, I got to get back to my date…yes, I won’t put the moves on. She didn’t believe me when I said I’d take her on one if you didn’t have dibs. What do you mean I need to- ohhhh. Well, that’s awkward.”

I blinked a few times and cocked my head. They were arguing for sure, but I couldn’t find the will to care, my curry was getting cold. This time I slowed down my pace and focused on rationing my water.

Still, you can’t call dibs on a real person. I was free real-estate, and just because someone wanted a tour, doesn’t mean I’m even on the market yet. Yea, I’m a house for sale-a real home. Boys had the dumbest conversations sometimes.

I shuffled my curry around for a few minutes and formed the first character of Shinso’s name. Slowly I ate away at the design, Denki still in an argument with Shinso. Their words hushed and nearly in code. Sleep was pulling at me.

Exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, and I took the opportunity to stretch out against the booth. I closed my eyes.

The next thing I remember is being lifted onto Denki’s back. I woke up long enough to jump and hold on. He carried me for what felt like miles. The gentle hum of traffic and his rhythmic steps. The sway of his hips when he turned corners. That’s what kept me semi-awake.

He carried me to the train terminal and bought my ticket. He went so far as to bring me to the train and put me in the car.

“Can you wake up for your stop?” He asked, fixing my scarf.

“Hmm mm,” I agreed, curling into the seat.

Click. “Alright, I will see you again soon. Thank you for the date.”

“Thank you for the date and all your help, really. You made for a fun first date. Just don't talk on the phone so long next time.” Heat flew across my face, Denki taking my hand into his and planting a soft kiss.

“Well, we need to have second, maybe with Hitoshi this time.” He winked, jogging out the train. The car doors shut, and so did my eyes. There was no way I was about to miss my stop, so I put an alarm and took a two-hour nap.

Halfway home, my phone buzzed. Lazily I picked it up, answered the call. “Hello?” I hummed, barley keeping myself upright.

“(Y/n), is d- Hizashi with you?” Eri was on the line

I perked up, rolling my shoulders, “no, I just have his phone for the day, sweetie. What do you need me to pass on for you?”

“Oh, I was just checking in is all. I passed my final paper with flying colors.”

“That’s amazing, good for you. You’re so bright, I can’t see you ever flopping on a paper that wasn’t absolutely ridiculed.” I chewed my lip. “I have failed a paper before actually, so maybe I’m just protecting.” We shared a small laugh.

“Nonsense (Y/n), I’m sure it was an unfair assessment. You’re so dedicated and smart, I know it was a fluke.” She said something to another person on the phone. “Anyway, I’m coming home for Christmas, so let dad know I’ll need a place to sleep. You are in my old room.”

“We can share, or I can sleep on the sofa. I’m not going to take your room when you are home.”

“Oh, thank you. We can share if you are okay with that. I’m excited to see how everything will turn out. That reminds me, how is Hisoka?”

“He’s a fighter. He caught his first mouse since the accident yesterday, so he’s nearly back to himself. I’m sure he’ll be excited for you to come home.” A yawn escaped past me, and I took a moment to relax into my seat again.

“How your mom?”

“That’s a complicated mess at the moment. But she’s well cared for. I saw her for a bit today, nothing too exciting happened.” I twirled my necklace around my fingers. Eri didn’t need to stress over her aunt. School was hard enough without family drama. “Hey, I should let you go. Finals are right around the corner, and we can’t have you falling behind.”

“Right as always, (Y/n), I’ll see at Christmas.” We said our goodbyes, and I flipped through the phone.

Of course, there were pictures of Shinso, and I cuddled up like two peas in a pod. What concerned me was the ones before either of us were awake. Our foreheads were pressed together, Shinso curling around me, our limbs tightly wound each other. The blanket was tucked loosely around me, one end in Shinso’s hand like he pulled it over me in his sleep. Of course, Hitoshi had a smile plastered his face, and my lips were lightly parted so I could breathe, eyebrows relaxed, and at peace. It looked like a photo that would come with a picture frame.

I had half a mind to delete them all but settled on emailing them to myself and putting the phone away. I had an issue with being photographed without permission, but candid photos were always the most memorable. So I’d just tuck these bad boys away and use it as blackmail one day. Yea, that’s why I wanted them.

#bnha x reader #Shinso x reader #bnha #my hero academia #my hero #fanfiction #enimies to lovers #tw abuse #tw dissociation #ambershaydeoffical #hitoshi shinso x reader #denki x reader #denki kaminari #pro hero denki #pro hero shinsou #tw argument

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superspoonie24 · 4 years

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Broken Steel

Kara is having panic attacks and is determined to find out who’s causing them. Almost 3k. Kara really just needs a hug and therapy. 💛

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27130801

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"Oh no," Kara whispered as the door locked behind her. "It's okay. You'll be okay," she mumbled to herself.

Kara took a deep breath and focused on the reason she went into the supply closet in the first place. She fumbled around for the ream of printer paper until she finally found it hiding behind the toner.

"Gotcha! Now to get out of here."

Kara turned around to open the door, but the handle wouldn't budge.

"Shoot."

Kara jiggled it and pulled on it but nothing worked. She'd blown her powers out, so she couldn't 'accidentally' break the door. She just had to sit and wait for someone to find her.

"Okay Kara. You can do this. Just breathe. Focus on what Harley taught you."

Kara took a deep, diaphragmatic breath in, held it for seven counts, and let it out for eight. She repeated it over and over, but the panic still rose within her.

At somepoint she ended up on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. The walls were closing in, and it felt like she would be stuck there forever.

"No Kara. You're not in the pod. It'll be okay. Just breathe." Kara squeezed her head tight, begging her mind to focus on something, anything else.

"Come on Kara. You should be over this. You're the Girl of Steel, and you can't handle a closet?" Kara chastised. She dug her finger nails into her temporarily human skin.

Tears were threatening to fall when the door opened behind her.

"Kara!" Winn exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

He reached out his hand and helped her up. Kara brushed off her skirt and wiped her eyes.

"Huh? Oh I'm fine," Kara lied. "Just had a little trouble with the door. Someone she really fix that."

Kara walked off without saying another word. She didn't go back for the paper.

***

The elevator ride that night after work was the longest of Kara's life. She fiddled with the end of her shirt and rubbed her hands together. If she had her powers she would've just flown home, but she couldn't. And after having to walk everywhere all day, Kara was too exhausted to take 15 flights of stairs. Although right now, she was beginning to rethink it.

When the elevator dinged and the doors finally opened, Kara tore out of there. She ran into the empty street and enjoyed the open air. Despite how exhausted she was, Kara walked all the way home.

***

'What's going on? Why can't I move?' Kara thought to herself as she opened her eyes to total darkness. She felt like she was floating; she felt sick to her stomach.

'Not this again,' she grumbled. 'Alright. Breathe. You can do this.'

Kara maintained steady breathing as she drifted aimlessly through space. A bright light appeared in the corner of her eye. She turned her head. Suddenly she could see every detail in high definition.

'I'm- I'm in the pod? As an adult. Wait what was that flash? Where am I? Why can't I move!'

Kara's breath picked up and she whipped her head around, only adding to her nausea. She located a familiar white moon and a bright yellow sun.

'NOOOO!' Kara screamed as she watched her planet explode for a second time. Tears streamed down her face as she mourned the loss of her new home: Earth.

***

Kara woke up hyperventilating, her body covered in sweat. She looked around and realized she was in her room, on Earth.

'It was just a dream. Well, a nightmare,' Kara thought to herself.

She flung what's left of the covers off the bed and sat up. She stretched and accidentally got a whiff of her fresh sweat.

'Guess I'm gonna shower now.'

Kara got up and headed to the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway, staring at the small room.

'It's okay. You can do this. You're not in the pod. You're not in the closet. You can leave whenever you want.'

Kara took a deep breath and stepped into the bathroom. She left the door open.

***

Kara spent the whole day ready to fly through a wall at a moments notice. She nearly punched Winn when he came up and tapped her on the shoulder.

'Get it together Kara,' she chastised herself. 'You aren't under attack. Relax dammit!'

Kara took a few deep breaths and broke the mouse in her hand.

'Dang it.'

Kara looked around the office to see if she could get some intern to get a new mouse for her; it was empty.

'Okay. Guess this is a job for Supergirl.'

Kara tried to laugh at her bad joke, but it didn't help. She made her way to the supply closet and stood at its door.

'It's just a closet Kara. Prop the door open. Find the mouse. Get out. You've done it a hundred times. You can do it again.'

Kara just stood staring at the open door. She focused only on her breathing, blocking out all other sounds.

"Whatcha staring at?" Nia asked.

Kara jumped a foot in the air and nearly fell over.

"Nia!" Kara shouted. "Don't. Scare me like that."

Kara struggled to regain her breath.

"Sorry?"

Nia looked at Kara and asked "are you okay?" She then whispered "I thought you had super hearing."

"I do!" Kara replied, louder than necessary. "I was just- focused on something else."

"Alright..." Nia looked at her again but brushed it off. "So what were you staring at?"

"Oh. Right. I was.... Looking for a mouse! For my computer. Oh I just remembered I have to do something," Kara lied. "Would you do me a favor and get me one?"

Nia looked at Kara's trembling hands, but didn't push it.

"Sure. Go do your thing and I'll have the mouse waiting on your desk."

"Thank you Nia! You're the best."

Kara gave Nia a tight hug before dashing off.

'Time to go check on an old friend.'

***

Kara landed outside the DEO and marched her way to her 'old friend'.

"How are you doing it?" Kara asked as she slammed on the wall.

"Well isn't it my luck. The birdy has decided to visit the cat."

"Answer me!" Kara demanded. The glass started to crack.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Psi shouted.

"How did you get in my head? How come I feel this fear in every bone in my body? What did you do to me!"

"Nothing silly bird." Psi backed away from the glass and sat on the bench. "I haven't been able to do anything since you put this stupid lock on me. Not to mention the 24/7 surveillance keeping me from escaping."

Kara's eye twitched and she clenched her fist.

"It sounds to me like the birdy has some problems she can't solve. Sad how easy it is to break the Girl of Steel."

Kara punched the glass; it almost broke. "You better not be behind this," she threatened. "And you better pray I find the person behind this!" Kara shouted as she walked out the room, her hand twitching.

'Dammit,' Kara muttered as she rubbed her sore hand. 'I really thought she was behind this. shirt! It's game night.'

Kara flew out the window to get her apartment ready for her friends.

***

"Damn Kara. I can't believe you won again!" Lena exclaimed, gently punching her shoulder.

"Don't feel bad. No one has dethroned this queen in quite some time," Kara boasted, making broad royal gestures.

"I remember when you first came to Earth and didn't know what uno was. I miss that."

Kara shot Alex a glare and Alex stuck her tongue out.

"Has anyone thought about Kara using her x-ray vision?" Lena piped in.

The group collectively turned and stared at her. Kara's eyes flashed red.

"I'm just saying, she doesn't have her glasses on. They're leadlined, right?"

"Yes I do believe that Lena is correct." Brainy turned and stared at Kara.

"Fine." Kara swung around and put her glasses on. "You want to test it? Let's go. Rematch. Glasses, on."

The room was dead silent, everyone waiting for Lena's response.

"Deal. Get ready to lose, Kara Zor-el."

"It's on, Lena Luthor."

The rest of the room joined in the next game, but no one was surprised it was down to Lena and Kara.

"Uno," Lena flirted. She held up her card for everyone to see.

Kara didn't respond. She placed a plus 4, which made the room gasp. Lena grumbled as she drew four more cards.

"Red."

Lena grumbled again.

Kara slowly got through her hand until only 2 cards remained. Lena placed down a card and smirked.

"Uno!" Kara called out, beating Lena to it. Lena drew four cards.

"Do you want to keep going? Or will you just admit defeat and bow down to your Queen." Kara made another regal gesture with her hands, being very careful to keep her cards hidden.

"Never," Lena snarled.

Kara placed down a card.

"Uno." She mocked Lena's move from merely a few minutes ago. Kara prayed no one could see her sweating.

"fork," Lena mumbled, placing down a red 5.

Kara smirked. She placed down a blue 5.

"I win," Kara boasted. "Still think I cheated?" Kara asked as she played with the glasses sitting on her face.

"No," Lena mumbled. She was in full pout.

"Face it Lena," Kara started as she walked over to where Lena sat. "No one can dethrone the queen."

Lena looked up into Kara's eyes and Kara felt heat rise to her face. Her hands started to sweat, for a different reason than before. Kara knew she was blushing.

"Alright!" Alex shouted. "Let's play a different game."

Kara looked to Alex and gave her a silent thanks.

Kara scurried away from Lena and Winn pulled out a different game. Kara wasn't paying attention to his choice; she was stuck in her thoughts.

'Why did Lena think I was cheating? Does she not trust me? Does everyone else think that? And why was I blushing?'

"Are you okay with what Winn chose, Kara?" Nia asked.

"Huh? Yea. That's fine."

Kara glanced around as everyone started picking their pieces.

'Of course he'd choose monopoly. He insists on playing it everytime. Even though he always gets out first.'

Kara rubbed her arm slowly as the game started. She rolled the dice and went through the motions, using her standard tactic of buy everything she lands on. She took some deep breaths, but nothing seemed to help her calm down.

"Hey," Kara interjected. "Is anyone else hot?"

She looked around at the sea of shaking heads.

'Oh. So it's just me. Get it together idiot. It's just game night. There's nothing to be on edge about.'

Kara continued playing. She nearly broke the table when she landed in jail for the third time in a row.

"Oh come on!" Kara shouted as she slammed her piece on the corner spot.

"Kara, are you okay?" Lena asked.

"I'm fine. Go enjoy boardwalk and probably win this stupid game."

"Kara. What's wrong?" Kelly asked, taking note of the unusual behavior.

"I said I'm fine!" Kara yelled. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them tight.

The game continued.

'Dammit Kara. Get it together. They're just worried about you. Why are you upset? Why are you attacking your friends? They just want to help.'

"I'm gonna go get a drink. I'll be right back." Kara stood up and left the table, not waiting for a response.

"Can you grab me a coke!" James shouted.

"Uh, sure!" Kara replied from inside the fridge.

'This is nice. I could just stay here for a while.' Kara rummaged through the fridge for James's coke. She found one burried deep in the back and pulled it out. She walked back to the table.

"Here ya go," Kara said as she handed James the coke.

"Thanks." He grabbed it and set it on the table. "Weren't you going to get something?" James asked.

"Huh?" Kara mumbled as she sat down. "Oh... I uh, changed my mind?"

No one questioned it.

"Your turn." Nia handed Kara the dice.

"Finally!" Kara shouted. She rolled doubles.

The game continued without a hitch, until Kara landed on boardwalk.

"Oh come on!" Kara exclaimed. "It can't possibly be that much!"

"3 houses Kara. Fork it over." Lena held out her hand for the money.

"Alright alright. Just give me a second."

Kara felt everyone's eyes fixed on her as she rummaged about for her money. The room was silent. Everyone was waiting on her.

'Come on Kara. Hurry up. Just admit you don't have enough and forfeit.'

Kara's hands started to shake.

'No, it'll be fine. I just, need a minute to think.'

'They're all waiting on you. Your slowing down game night. Just end it. They don't want to be with you anyways.'

'That's, that's not true.'

Kara's breathing sped up.

'Yes it is. You know it is. They're just pitying you. The poor little alien with nowhere else to go. They don't want to be with you. They don't like you. Who would possibly want to hang out with a lost alien who's parents didn't even want her.'

"Stop it!" Kara shouted. She brought her hands up to her head and started rocking back and forth.

The room started to spin. She could hear every little beep of a microwave, every pet scratching at a door, every scream from her dying planet.

"Make it stop. Please. Everyone just stop."

Tears streamed down Kara's face. She continued rocking and pushing her hands into her head, trying to stop the noise.

"shirt." Alex ran to Kara's room without another word.

"Kara are you okay?"

"Try to take some deep breaths."

"You're safe here."

"It's okay Kara. Breathe."

Kara continued rocking back and forth. Her thoughts swirled about in her head, one insult after another.

"Everyone stop," Alex stated as she ran out of Kara's room. She was holding something in her hand.

Alex knelt down next to Kara and held up the earmuffs. She slowly pulled Kara's hands away from her head; Kara didn't resist. Alex slid the muffs over Kara's ears and pulled her sister into a tight hug.

'It stopped. Why did it stop? What's going on?'

Kara took a slow, deep breath, and let herself be hugged by Alex.

'Oh.'

Kara's tears slowly stopped falling as Alex rubbed small circles into her back, never letting go. Kara eventually opened her eyes and spoke.

"Thank you, Alex." She hugged her sister back.

"You okay now?" Alex asked, still hugging her.

"Yea. Thank you."

"Anytime." Alex gave her a tight squeeze before finally letting go.

Kara felt sick as she realized all of her friends just witnessed her total breakdown.

"So uh. That happened," Kara laughed, trying to brush it off.

"Do you want to talk about?" Kelly asked. "Only if you want to."

"Well um, you guys deserve to know..."

Kara rubbed her arm and looked to Alex.

"She had a panic attack."

The room stopped and stared at the Danvers sisters.

"I used to get them a lot when I first came to Earth, after... Well after everything. I uh. I haven't had one since Psi showed up..."

"Kara is claustrophobic, which usually is what triggered it," Alex explained.

"Is that why I found you staring at the closet?" Nia asked, concerned for her friend.

Kara nodded, but couldn't bare looking at her.

"Sometimes," Alex continued. "sounds and noise cause it, which is why I got the special earmuffs Dad made for her."

"Jeremiah knew I struggled with my powers." Kara looked up and smiled. "He made me these glasses, so I could control my x-ray vision. He also made a few pairs of earmuffs that keep me from hearing anything. I forgot I even had them, until now..."

"Kara," Kelly started. "This is nothing to be ashamed of."

Kara looked up at Kelly, tears forming in her eyes.

"But I'm the Girl of Steel. I can't just break because the microwave keeps beeping."

"But you're also a person." Kelly came over and put her hands on Kara's. "You deserve as much as help as you give others. You don't have to do this alone."

Kelly squeezed Kara's hands, and Kara looked her in the eyes.

"You sure?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not disappointing anyone?"

"No Kara," Kelly answered. "You're not a disappointment."

"We love you" Alex said as she pulled Kara into a hug. "All of us do."

"I'm impressed with how well you've handled everything," Lena chimed in. Everyone turned and looked at her. "I'm just saying! I turn to the bottle every other night, and I'm not the last daughter of an entire planet."

Everyone laughed at Lena's statement and Kara gave a slight smile.

"If there's anything we can do, please let us know." Nia smiled over at Kara.

"I uh," Kara stammered. "Maybe a group hug?"

Immediately, everyone surrounded her and squished her in the middle of all their love and support (and their arms). She was squished up next to Lena and couldn't help but blush. Tears fell onto Lena's shirt as Kara's walls came crashing down. For the first time since she got to Earth, Kara let herself break.

***

After the tears stopped falling, everyone returned to game night and the rest of the night was filled with joy and laughter. Kelly talked to Kara about joining her PTSD program, to go along with her regular therapy. After a moment's hesitation, Kara agreed.

Weeks passed and Kara started feeling better. She kept an eye out for whoever was causing the breakdowns, but she couldn't find anything, or anyone.

'Maybe Psi was right...'

#whumptober2020 #no.18 #panic attacks #phobias #paranoia #supergirl #fic #aly writes #claustrophobia #kara has a n x i e t y #and also panic attacks #kara danvers x therapy #vent fic #seriously kara just needs to talk to a therapist god damn #this bitch's been through a lot

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Reason Of Survival Part 1

Genre:Angst

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, kidnapping, and death.

Stray Kids Mafia AU

My breathing was ragged as I took another blow to my chest. It was another losing fight for me this week but what was the point in winning? Another day having the shit beaten out of me? To possibly having a full meal once a day and two smaller ones to try to motivate me more? Some clean water? A fucking shower? I dont have a good reason to keep fighting so I kept taking all the hits from my opponent. It felt like hours before I was on the ground with a broken wrist, fractured nose, bloodied face, cracked ribs, and bruises littering my entire body. It's not the worst I have endured in a fight but it's not my best either.

I was tossed back into my cell like a piece of meat and I could barely let out a cry from the pain of the impact. My hair was pulled up harshly which forced me to look my boss in his eyes. "The fuck is wrong with you? You were my top fighter for years and now you cant even win a single fight! And for what? Some cell mate you had for only a few months? Pathetic." My cell mate, Libby, died last week after losing her tenth fight. Boss decided she was no longer useful and.... well you can guess from there. She was my only friend in this hell hole and the only person I wasn't forced to fight. We took care of eachother and became eachothers motivation to keep going and keep winning. At this rate I'm not too far from joining her.

"I'm warning you. Either start winning or I will find better use for you," he warned before releasing my sore scalp and slamming my cell door shut. I crawled over to my personal first aid kit and cleaned myself up the best I could without water or a mirror. My wrist was going to have to wait until my weekly body check from my cell section's nurse. Leaning against the cool concrete wall I listened to the fights continuing the floor above me so I could have an idea of which cells would need to be cleared tonight.

*****

"Let me fucking go," a voice boomed down the hall which ripped my attention away from the fight. I glanced over through the bars and saw a boy being dragged this way by two guards. He looked young, possibly still a teen, but he was well built and looked to be a perfect candidate in the ring. His red hair was messy on top of his head and his clothes were ripped and bloody. He had to be new though because if he wasn't I'm sure I would have fought him by now. I pulled my legs to my chest to make myself small as the three of them stopped in front of my cell and the boy was tossed inside with me and locked in. "I swear to God your going to regret that when my team gets here," he yelled but the guards only laughed before leaving the hall.

I kept silent as I watched him curiously. Nobody in their right mind speaks to the guards like that unless you are a top fighter. A boy like him could get killed here and the boss wouldn't even bat an eye. He ran his hand through his hair before turning around and jumping at the sight of me. I relaxed my legs a bit when I saw all of the violence in his eyes be replaced with concern. "Are you okay," he asked. I let out a small painful laugh. "You're kidding right?" His eyes scanned around my body and stopped when it hit my wrist. "Its not nice to stare you know," I scoffed before shutting my eyes and leaning my head back, "you a new fighter or something?"

"Prisoner. I was captured while on a mission with my team." Prisoner? We dont have prisoners. We have fighters, sex workers, and the guards but not prisoners. "So a fighter? You look too innocent to be a guard and the boss doesn't typically want a baby faced male sex worker." My eyes shot back open in fear as I felt a hand gently grab my wrist but I didnt pull away. "I can wrap this. It might help." Without an answer he had a hold of my first aid kit and made a good makeshift cast. The entire time I kept my eyes on his face which held a sense of focus and care that kept me calm most of the time of contact. "You know it's not nice to stare," he mocked while finishing up. I rolled my eyes but chose to ignore his comment.

"What's your name?" "Y/N. Yours," I asked as he put up the kit. "Jeongin. How long have you been here?" To be honest I'm not too sure. One day I just woke up in this cell with no recollection of my past and I've been here ever since. "Years," was the easiest answer I could give him. I could see his shoulders tense up a bit but his face remained calm and held little emotion. It's odd seeing a newbie so relaxed after being brought in. Normally they would be screaming, fighting, and finding any way to escape. Jeongin on the other hand seems to accept his fate or maybe he has a plan that is bound to fail, either way it's too hard for me to read him quite yet.

"How old are you? I'm seventeen," he asked. He was probably trying to relax any fears I have of him and truth be told it was working but seventeen? And he was talking about a team and he is holding himself together? Something isnt quite right about him but how can I judge in a place like this. "I dont really know anymore. The boss has a file on me somewhere but I had a serious head injury a while back and all I remember is my name and a few scattered memories here and there. It's all a bit of a blur. Hey you said something about a team right?" His eyes shined at the question. Whoever this team is he must hold a good amount of fondness to them. "They're like brothers to me. There are nine of us in total and we run a pretty well known mafia group if I do say so myself. It's a tough job but it gives us all the thrill we have craved since birth. I'm their hacker, I can crack any passcode and hack any electronic device in minutes. Been doing it since I was about fifteen." His hopeful look dimmed as he trailed into a deep thought.

"I wonder if they know where I am." Against my better judgement I reached my hand out for him and led him to sit beside me and laid his head on my shoulder. I dont quite understand what he is feeling right now but I have a good idea. "I wont let anything happen to you Jeongin. Your brothers are coming and they will get you out of here, until then I promise I will keep you alive." Now the question was how was I going to do that? How was I going to protect another person when I can barely protect myself?

*****

The next morning we were woken up by the sounds of sobs and screaming, the usual sounds the morning after fighting matches. Today is the day where cellmates discover that their best friends, lovers, and family members are gone. Today is also the day where if we have any weak links we either move them to the sex worker section or they get killed off. It's always hard to hear no matter how long you have been here and I feel that these sounds will haunt me until the day I die. "What's happening," Jeongin whispered as I watched people being ripped from their cells and new people being added. "They're cleaning out cells. Removing weak links, adding new people, and moving people around. Dont think to much about it." He only nodded his head before taking his body weight off of me and looked around. He mentioned before that he was in the mafia, shouldn't this not bother him at all? "There's kids here too?" Does he expect the boss to have morals? If they can be of any use he will keep them. "Some were born here and some were taken. Again dont think to much into this stuff. It only adds to the depression." He turned his head and looked at me with an unreadable glare. "I'm going to get you out of here," he said more to himself but I only gave him a small smile before fear rose in my chest. I quickly got up and pushed him behind me as the boss opened my cell and slightly chuckled at my protectiveness.

"Well looks who is finally up and moving again," he said darkly while pulling a remote out of his suit pants pocket. I prepared myself for the electric shocks that were about to hit me through my shock collar but refused to stand down, he is testing me I know it. "So I see you have gotten to know our new little addition. I figured he would bring something out in you." I ticked my eyebrow up at him and listened carefully at every single word he was saying and being prepared for any questions he may ask. "I was thinking of adding him to this unit but maybe he would be better as-" "You wont take him," I interrupted boldly, "you want me to win then fine but you cant have him." I know his games and he has done things similar before. He wants his best fighter to win him big bucks in the ring and this is a sick way of doing it. A grin found it's way on his lips as he pressed the button on the remote, nearly bringing me to my knees if Jeongin didnt grab me by the waist to hold me up.

"How about we make a little deal then pet," he laughed before turning off the collar, "as long as you keep winning in the ring he doesnt have to even lift a finger. You continue your little stunt and your losing streak then I trade you two out. Maybe he can do better then you." Jeongin's grip on me tightened and he whispered in my ear "I can handle this. Dont do it." Closing my eyes and shaking my head I felt like there wasn't much of a choice. If I can help it I dont want anyone else in that ring even if it means I have to work myself to death. "He wont be in the ring? Or a part of the sex group," I asked as bravely as I could. "No. You will take up any and all of his jobs I would have pinned him to do. His whole life will depend on your actions." Could I handle that? The extra fights, possibly be in the sex ring as well, any and everything he would have to go through plus my own schedule? "Deal."

*****

"You didnt have to do that," Jeongin sighed while cleaning the dried blood off my face and body since we got our cleaning bucket. "You dont want to be out there. I've been doing this long enough to know what to expect. You just have to trust me on this." I let in a sharp inhale as the soaked rag swiped over my nose which definitely was broken. He mumbled out a few apologies but continued on until most of the blood was off of me and in the bucket. "We should be getting showers tonight for the selections," I explained as he examined the bruises and other various injuries I had. "Selections?"

"Other bosses from other districts come and decide who they want to pin against their own fighters. They also discuss which prize they want if they win. Sometimes its money and sometimes it's the losing fighter. Most of the others here I had fought at one time or another and my boss claimed. I could be fighting about four fighters if I'm lucky in the next three days."

"You call that lucky?" "Lucky as in minimum. Usually on my own I get between two or three and now that I add on your count," I began but stopped myself. I dont need him feeling bad about something that isnt his fault. "You wont be fighting. Chan and the others will find us by then," he assured quietly after a guard passed our cell. I could only give him an assuring smile. How long will it be before he gives up hope? I've been here for years and after a few months I gave up on the thought of escape. Once you end up in a cell there is no leaving, you are no longer a human in a sense but like an animal. Nobody really cares about you as a person anymore and you might as well be erased from the outside world.

"I bet Seungmin has already tracked my location by now," he added "and Chan is probably calling either Sungjin or JB! Oh or Woojin could be calling Jungwoo! It would be a mess if all of NCT came you know," he continued. At some point I zoned out of what he was saying so I myself wouldn't get my hopes up. I thought back to Libby and how right now she would be playing with my hair or how she would be trying to learn fighting strategies from me. Maybe she would have punched Jeongin in the face by now because of his optimism levels, she never was one to see the glass half full.

"Are you even listening to me," he chuckled which pulled me back to the present. "Kinda. Hey Jeongin can we not talk about escaping right now? Maybe you can tell me more about your friends in general?" As if he understood what I was getting at he nodded his head and began to ramble on about all the adventures he has been on through the years. Though he may be a little too hopeful and cheerful he is the perfect amount of light for this dark situation, and in my mind I vow to never let anything happen to him.

Even if it kills me.

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blankdblank · 4 years

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Anaticula Pt 58

A flash of blonde through the crowds in King’s Cross Station had you frozen in place stepping out of the gate. Staring right at you and the curious teens around you was none other than Charlie. Ginny and Ron rushed over and Hermione lingered at your side while Harry struggled in fixing his sweater under his jacket. Draco and Neville behind you patted your back and you sighed drawing closer while Charlie’s eyes looked over Barty in his smirking path to sling his arm over your shoulders after adding his scarf around your neck realizing you’d forgotten yours. Snape behind him joined you all on the stroll out to the Knight Bus stop. Into the cold breeze you went and stood catching Charlie’s gaze in his asking, “Ready for the big game?”

You nodded remembering the game in the first week of January, “Ya. Moran says it shouldn’t be too hard, just the weather might be an issue, but we’re used to playing rough in the winter.”

Charlie nodded and worked himself closer to you continuing the conversation on Quidditch to keep what had been the most casual conversation between you since your contact had broken in your dating Sebastian. His name was never mentioned and he was skirted around and yet while you made your way home Charlie seemed to be plotting a way to work himself between you and Barty for the final walk home and path inside your home. Though granting you a break to go upstairs for a nap Bill caught your uncertain glance up to Charlie and he snatched him away to lure him into a conversation with him and Fleur.

Sighing deeply you lit the fire in your fireplace removing your boots to climb onto your warming bed feeling your eyes drooping shut already. In your nap with Opal curling up under your arm your father came upstairs and grinned peeking into your room and slipped inside. Carefully he covered you up and after a long night shift he spread out behind you and draped his arm over your back closing his eyes glad you were finally home again.

Dinner wasn’t any different, even stealing a seat at your side between the twins Charlie seemed to be trying to mend things and get onto a better footing with you. For whatever reason it was you tried to remember that behind that charming smile of his were the words that could have you crying thousands more tears when he would no doubt leave you again. Still you missed your friend and tried to remain friendly, between practices feeling him shadowing your steps.

Christmas had to be celebrated early this year as so many of your group would be called off to distant corners of the world for work or otherwise. A hearty dinner bled into the usual music filled bout of presents, all through it the room for you grew blurrier and blurrier in the downing of more drinks.

The yearly shot turned to ciders and pints after that soon shifting back into a bottle of wine you carried up to your floor. The memories were fuzzy, and from your giggling steps turning to the hall for your room was the last clear image. Not the turn from your door, not your knock on Charlie’s door to tell him off for bothering you with his jealousy or even how your argument turned to a fiery kiss issued by him ending with the wine bottle being finished between heavy make out sessions leading to so much more.

In the silent sitting room Harry had brought the men in for a conference on all his worries.

Remus, “Riddle has chosen Vincent Crabbe for a mission?”

Harry, “I know it sounds mad.”

Regulus, “He would never choose any of the Crabbes after they attacked Jaqi.”

Sirius, “Has it occurred to you Snape was simply pretending to offer Vincent help, so he could find out what he was up to?”

Harry, “That's not what it sounded like.”

Tonks, “Perhaps Harry's right, Remus. To make an Unbreakable Vow, it's...”

Arthur, “It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore's judgment. Dumbledore trusts Snape, therefore I do. “

Harry, “Dumbledore can make mistakes.”

Remus, “You're blinded by hatred.”

Harry, “I'm not.”

Remus, “Yes, you are.”

Sirius, “People are disappearing, Harry, daily. We can only place our trust in a handful of people. If we start fighting amongst ourselves, we're doomed.”

Harry, “Then why doesn’t Dumbledore trust Jaqi?” They all look at him open mouthed. “He keeps asking me to get close to Slughorn even though Jaqi’s already told him what she knows about the Horcruxes. Barely talks to her at all, and when he does in the halls he turns away like he’s busy.”

Remus, “I’m certain-,” he sighed, “It must just be hard, knowing all the people he’s known, Grindlewald, Riddle, and he missed the signs when they were turning.”

Arthur, “Surely-,”

Remus shook his head, “I know she’s not turning. She’d be the last, what I am saying, is that like the rest of us Harry, he is afraid, and perhaps, to him, for the time being some distance is best to keep a clear mind.”

Harry, “But he’s been pushing her away since she got back from Azkaban,”

Arthur’s lips parted and Tonks said, “He did seem different, after. Acted so aloof about the whole matter afterwards with her.”

Arthur, “Either way, hold the course. For Jaqi’s sake at least, try not to do anything reckless.”

Harry, “What is going on with her? How can we? She’s all over the place these days.”

Remus nodded, “Yes, and that is why we must follow her plan and not be reckless. This is how we protect her in return, plans have been set and she keeps tabs on Riddle to keep them all according to plan.”

Harry nodded and headed to the kitchen for some more cocoa, where he found Arthur, “Are you all right, Mr Weasley?”

“We're being followed, all of us. Most days, Molly doesn't leave the house. It's not been easy.”

“Did you get my owl?”

“Yes, I did. If Dumbledore's traveling, then that's news to the Ministry but perhaps that's the way Dumbledore wants it.” After wetting his lips he continued, “As for the other matter, I know a bit more. I sent an agent to Borgin and Burkes. I think, from what you described what you and Ron saw in summer the object is a vanishing cabinet.”

“A vanishing cabinet?”

“They were all the rage when Voldemort first rose to power. You can see the appeal. Should Death Eaters come knocking one simply had to slip inside and disappear for an hour or two. They can transport you anywhere. Tricky contraptions though, very temperamental.”

“What happened to it?”

“The one at Borgin and Burkes? Lucius bought it.”

Harry’s brows furrowed glancing through the doorway to Lucius who was smiling in a conversation with Barty and Hermione. “Why would they need that?”

Arthur tapped Harry’s shoulder passing him a bag of marshmallows for his refilled cocoa, “Because Jaqi is heading the evacuations.” Harry’s lips parted, “There are safe havens, you know. She finds out who they want, and we have House Elves sneak them away.”

Harry eyed Regulus in his approach to steal some of the marshmallows and asked, “Do you think Dumbledore is after the Horcruxes? That’s why he keeps traveling?”

Regulus chortled, “He can search all he likes but me and Jaqi found them all.” He looked Harry over, “Why do you ask? Jaqi’s told him that.”

Harry, “I don’t think he’s taking anyone’s word for it.”

Groggily your eyes cracked open and as Charlie snored behind you your body propped up on you elbows making your jaw drop realizing you were naked. A telling soreness below your waist had you easing out of bed ignoring the throb in your head, a break in the snores had his arm looping around your middle and in his sitting up he scooted you onto his lap kissing your cheek just making your skin want to crawl. “Sneaking away?”

Glancing back at him you said, “I have my trip to Paris.”

Huffing against your shoulder he stole a warm peck there and hummed in his move to kiss your cheek, “I’ll see you after then, when you get home.” You nodded and he plopped back onto the bed and watched you pull on your clothes and hold your shoes in the trot to the door. Crossing the silent chill filled hall you made it to your room and slipped inside making your way to your shower that flicked itself on.

Sniffling behind your hands covering your mouth you called your doorway to head to the office in the Chamber of Secrets. In your rack of venoms you found a vial of venom you brought back to your bedroom to add a few drops to the bottle of juice you had left there the night before for when you woke up. In an instant your hangover was gone and you sent the vial back to its rack and sent the doorway away in your striping again.

The bag for your trip was already packed and you grabbed the jeans, sweater, socks and underwear you had set out the day before carrying the pile in to leave on the counter by the sink. Under the warm water you huffed feeling just how sore you were as you washed the few remaining specks of blood and dried dribbles of what you didn’t care to know from between your thighs. You did love Charlie, it had been imagined a time or two your first time, but never stemming from your being so completely drunk that you would just have it be over with in a drunken fling with your oblivious ex. Closing your eyes you tilted your head back to wash your hair letting the warm water rain down on you. It had happened and now you just had to deal with the aftermath of it.

How he would act now, if he had gotten what he wanted and now simply take off, or if he would go full tilt into a relationship with you and possibly confirm he was readying to be with you always, or whatever painful grey matter in between. The only plus, the torn condom packets and used latex in the trash bin giving you on top of your birth control supplements a good confirmation you would not get pregnant from this.

It had to be a quick shower, and once dried again you fixed the sleek simple makeup on your face after brushing your teeth and gargling away what you hoped to be all traces of Charlie’s scent on you.

Layer by layer you were covered and you fluffed out your curls around your shoulders deciding on white blonde for your disguised shade, grabbing your bag you sighed and headed down to join whoever was up for a freakishly early breakfast. Letting your bag float to the front door you paused and stepped out onto the back porch through the double glass doors seeing Barty up and alone, a cold gust of wind blowing your hair back into the door that you closed behind you. “Can’t sleep?”

In his thick wool trench coat, scarf and hat Barty smirked at you equally as bundled saying, “Smells like snow.” He chuckled in looking out at the white blanket coating everything as far as the eye could see inside your protective dome, “Well, more snow.”

You let out a weak giggle and he looked you over, “Did you sleep? You seem troubled.”

When your eyes met his again his lips parted seeing the tears in your eyes, and you tearily whimpered back, “Other than getting so drunk that I slept with Charlie-, just peachy.”

His move closer was caught by Charlie on his way back from having gotten up to pee noticing you outside along with his hugging you making Charlie snarl and go to throw himself back onto his bed.

“Oh Love.” As you burrowed into his open jacket he folded around you nestling a hand into your chilling hair. “It doesn’t have to be the end of the world you know.” Sniffling in looking up at him he smiled at you, “First times are terrible. And no doubt things will be awkward in finding out what happens next. He is an idiot you know,” Making you giggle as his hands cupped your cheeks, “Until then Love, you are off to Paris for Christmas.” At the uncertainty in your gaze he said, “I can go with you if you wish.”

“You would do that?” He nodded, “I don’t want to spoil your break though-,”

He shook his head, “Not a chance of that, Love.” In your pausing glance over his face he asked, “What is that look for?”

“You must be so disappointed.” His lips parted, “You come to Hogwarts to find me after living through the Dementor’s Kiss, assuming I’m so incredible, and I’m like this.”

For a moment his eyes flinched narrower then he closed the distance kissing you on the lips. Inching up on your toes in the alluring kiss you melted into a hum from him came just moments before his breaking the kiss to catch your gaze again still keeping his hold on your cheeks, “I love you so much more for every break and crack in that porcelain mask of yours the world put on you. You are not broken, you are not weak, you are impossibility personified. Chaos contained in flesh and blood, and Riddle has no clue what sun he has been circling for all these years. Because Darling, you are space matter readying to go supernova, there is no telling what you could do, and they should be afraid, so very afraid of what you could warp this world into. I will never be disappointed in you, and I will never leave your side for as long as I am welcomed by you.” A stray tear was brushed away by his thumb and he grinned at you, “Come now, Paris.”

His hands lowered and he led you inside straight to the kitchen where you both found Snape making breakfast he set out for you three with a flash of a grin. Taking the seat on your right he said, “I was tasked to sneak a request for some of your hair before you go.” Your gaze shifted to him in a sip of the tea he set down for you, “So this is me being sneaky, may I collect some?”

You nodded and he reached up into the center of the side of your head for a spot least likely to be spotted and he cut a pinch of your hair he eased into a vial he corked and pocketed then flashed you another grin, “Should I ask?”

Snape raised his own mug, “For plausible deniability, not yet.”

You nodded and raised your fork making Barty smirk in your saying, “Fair enough.”

…

Papers in hand you and Barty strolled through the Wizard Train station crossing the ocean between England and Europe and made your way to the gate after tickets had been stamped and you bags had been loaded into the luggage car. Straight to the enclosed box you made your way in the sea of gasps and autograph requests to privacy where you plopped onto the cushioned bench where you snuggled against Barty’s side in his move to prop your legs on his lap to stroke your chilled thighs.

A long ride later and back into another blizzard you took the ride in the waiting car with a driver holding your name proudly. Barty however drew a few confused glances in the mirror once inside and you couldn’t help but smirk trying to picture just what your relatives would say. On your lap his hand found yours and you pointed out all you could see until the car turned down an alley and a knob was turned lifting the car into the air as it shielded itself. Over the city you eyed the other flying cars joining you in the same direction off towards what seemed to be the same island in the distance. The closer you got your other hand laid over the back of his deepening his grin as you asked in French, “Are we heading for the island?”

The driver nodded, “Yes, Miss Black, that island is the Pearisiyiea estate.”

“The whole island?”

“Two thirds of it yes, the large estate up top and there is a small Wizarding village surrounding it they hold the deeds for, the remainder of the island is owned by the Delacour family.”

“Ah, no wonder they said they spend most holidays together.”

Barty murmured to you lowly, “I bet Fleur will miss it this year.”

With a smirk you replied, “Well she said she’d be along tomorrow.”

Barty chuckled, “No doubt missing a certain redhead.”

You giggled so to yourself in your landing among the line of other cars on the snow capped bridge appearing out of thin air leading to the island. “No doubt, he does dote on her so.”

Following the trail of cars you watched the palace atop the peak lit up by lanterns in the lightly falling snow blocking out the sun, reaching up Barty tilted your hat on your head keeping it from falling off when your curls had moved under it when you leaned forward to get a better look at a statue of a man holding something on his back too undistinguishable by snow. Turning your head again you straightened up to settle back at his side smoothing a thumb across the back of his only worsening the pain in your chest at what had happened the night before. Bringing him here would no doubt bring up certain questions of why you would bring him to meet your maternal family, besides the fact of being taken young into the Death Eaters and locked away without a trial to Azkaban Barty was an amazing choice to bring home.

Twelve perfect NEWTS, Professor in an amazing Wizarding school you two worked in. A man who seemed to be absolutely devoted to you, without the slightest flinch hearing what you had stumbled into with another man. A man who had suffered so much just as you had, and become so absolutely wonderful he deserved someone to flaunt him as much as he loved to do with you, even if it was pretend.

Straight up to a covered entrance you were driven and you wet your lips and watched the man at the door among the others in uniform approaching to ease the door open for you who paused and tilted his head and his grin flinched out in seeing you behind the strange man he didn’t know. Barty led the scoot out at your release of his hand with one but his kept hold of the other and on his feet he stood to watch you find your own footing to watch the other uniformed men turn to greet you especially.

Behind your car the other guests took note of you in your casual stroll up the carpeted steps into the warm palace. Chatter surrounded you and the uniformed man behind you hurried past you with your bags in hand to take up to your room.

A call of your name turned your head and one of your great uncles approached you for a quick hug then looked to Barty with a quick grin, “This is David.”

Barty grinned in shaking his hand as he said, “Pleasure to meet you David, I am great uncle Eric.”

Barty replied, “Pleasure to meet you as well, Eric.”

Eric smirked, “Good, you are fluent, mother will be pleased.” Their hands released and his head tilted to the side, “Come, I will give you the tour,” leaning in he whispered, “Mother is focusing on the tree once again. Does this each year, fusses over it nonstop until all the guests are here then she rushes in to make her grand entrance. We’re all glad you could make it this year, last year we had to replace the windows in the Eastern Wing, big scuffle with some Thrush charms, or we’d had hosted everyone like every year. Took some doing to find the right cursed ornament Trina picked out by mistake.”

After a weak chuckle from you his brow inched up in your curious glance up at him and you asked, “I have a, sort of surprise for them, I um, would there be a time I could talk to them alone? Might not be best in a crowd.”

He paused as you came up on his brother Roderick who asked, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

You glanced between them with your hair and eyes mint green and shook your head as Barty tried to bite back his chuckles, “No! Just, well, it’s a gift. Just, they might not take it well.”

Roderick smirked at your hair shifting back to silvery blue and eyes back to normal, “Doubt it if you picked it.”

You wet your lips, “It has to do with something I found, of Suzienne’s.”

Together they said, “Oh,”

And you nodded, “Yes, so I thought crowd might not be the best.”

They smirked at you, “Well, after the Ball tomorrow night we open the presents. Just us family, you can show them then.”

You nodded and Eric said, “They’ll love whatever you brought.”

“Everyone always says that but one pair of Snarfalump socks and suddenly that unanimous love flees the house.” Making them both chuckle in your giggling smile.

Together the pair guided you through the home introducing you and David to their guests grouped up in their various favored sitting rooms, mainly being the other top pureblood families in France. Mixed between them more than a few professional Quidditch players who all greeted you fondly and asked where Fleur was.

Apparently that was the big topic, how your home compared to theirs and just how their dear one had been acclimating to life in England, but all of them were glad to have had such a close family friend for her to stay with and help in her finding her footing out on her own so far from home.

David came next, asking all about his family and his rehearsed back story previously unused for so long finally got to be tested. Just a few names seemed to be changed and with his family line being left to him there was none to challenge him or your enchantment to change his name to keep his academic achievements through the magical world.

Just as the brothers had said all the guests had arrived and through the double doors muffled calls of Vivien’s name was being called making you giggle as Barty drew your attention to your great uncles motioning you over. Next to the fireplace you joined the rest of your relatives with Barty keeping firm hold of your hand whispering to you in latin stirring up giggles from you about a portrait he had seen earlier reminding him of a book he had read as a child he just remembered the title to after trying to for ten minutes.

In the sea of relatives you caught the couple’s eyes scanning over them and their grins deepening seeing that you were among them. Though a stolen glance at the man who was holding your hand came in their move to greet their guests. Once they had all been greeted you came next with tight hugs given before the pair looked to Barty and you couldn’t help but giggle again making them look to you in the shaking of your head marking your apology for the personal amusement of their expressions.

Barty grinned saying, “I’m David, Tennant, Sirius and Regulus were needed at the Ministry, thought I might steal the chance of being Jaqi’s plus one. You have a lovely home.”

Ollivier shook his offered hand and asked, “Thank you. We saw you last year.”

Barty nodded, “Yes, you did.”

Vivienne, “What do you do for a living?”

“I teach, at Hogwarts too, Muggle Studies.”

Ollivier, “Muggle Studies, you are from a Muggle line then?”

He shook his head, “Not at all. A lesser pure blood line than the Noble House of Black, but pure just the same.” That seemed to calm the pair, “I managed to get perfect scores on all twelve of my NEWTS and they had need of a Muggle Studies Professor. Always room for change in the future if need be. Just like Jaqi, we really are qualified for any post really, just a matter of availability.”

Vivienne looked to you, “Are you enjoying teaching?”

“Teaching yes, the actual grading portions not so much.” You said with a giggle making her smile a bit wider, “Still embarrassingly missing a few ‘Professors’ or questions from time to time, but I am getting better, even started awarding and deducting points. Only took three months.”

Ollivier, “I am certain you are doing marvelous, and we have been watching recordings of your games, which we have purchased from your shop.” In a more than impressed tone he asked, “How ever did you manage to create those Quidditch boards?”

You giggled again as the Quidditch pros came to join the conversation saying they loved the models they used to practice their new plays visually before trying them out in person. Clearly your ‘little shop’ they had imagined you having with the twins was something so much more than they had hoped and it was all a credit to you and your unmatched mind in their opinions. The group conversation blended into a break to bring out an apparent yearly set of games leading to your sharing an obnoxiously large armchair with Barty by your great grandparents allowing them to keep talking to you between your turns.

An odd pause had you looking up however in the splitting of the crowd to head up to their rooms, up onto your feet you stood and looked up at Eric when the couple seemed to vanish, he grinned at you both saying, “It is time to dress for dinner. Do not worry, a gown has been chosen for you, one of the traditional ones for the photos after, with a set of dress robes for David here.”

He turned guiding you through the curved staircases and halls up to your suite with windows open revealing the snow falling outside, lit up by all the white even without the sun shining through the windows. Looking out a window you said, “I bet it’s gorgeous in the spring.”

Eric chuckled, “Careful,” you turned around, “Or mother might insist you stay for your summer breaks too.” Making you giggle as he pointed to the closet, “Your clothes are in there. Dinner is in twenty minutes, the silver boxes are more gifts they hoped you would wear.” He glanced between you then closed the door behind him.

With a mischievous grin Barty back stepped to the closet he eased the sliding door open on only to clap his hand over his mouth at your squeak at the Victorian style pale blue ruffled sleeveless dress on a dress form inside. The front detailed in embroidery in silver of holly leaves and the back with layered sections of white ruffling along the skirt under the big poof of them over your backside connected by a single line of them down the middle of your back to help hide the zipped there. On the island next to the form two silver boxes sat, one with nude platform heels secured by two crossing straps similar to a pair they had seen you in before just in a different color making you smirk. Opening the other box your heart skipped in Barty’s whistle at the massive sapphire heart outlined with diamonds on a diamond chain. Softly you mumbled, “Oh, wow.”

Turning your head you smirked seeing his robes set up on a set of hangers you inspected closer making him chuckle at the pale blue silver holly patterned material matching your gown. “I feel spoiled.”

Shaking your head you reached up to remove your hat you set down on a hook above where your bag was seated. Shrugging out of your coat the realization of his doing the same made your stomach clench, a feeling you shook off and hung up your jacket. Removing your boots came next with your socks and as you reached to undo your belt he said in tugging the bottom of his button down shirt from his jeans under his sweater, “I can go in the other room if you like?”

You shook your head, “Nah, besides, I’ll need help with that zipper.” Making him chuckle.

“Yes you will.” He said tugging his sweater up over his head he set aside to be joined by his button down shirt next as you pushed your pants down and set them on the bench. Standing upright again with feet overlapping due to the cold carpet under your feet as you pulled your sweater up revealing your silver matching set of panties and bra you were glad to have chosen over the much darker violet pair. Turning around your eyes fell to his scarred back he caught your stare at in the mirror and said, “From my father.” Your eyes rose to his when he turned, “It’s alright, Snape’s been helping me to get rid of them. Just hurts to do them all at once.”

“Belt?”

“Rod.” Your lips parted and he stepped closer to the displayed gown in just his briefs decorated with the Grinch carrying a stolen tree across his backside and a green hand holding an ornament across his groin matching his ornament coated socks making you smirk, at your expression his face twisted into a smirk, “I was not expecting for you to see my briefs. Always wear themed ones.” You giggled in his levitating the form out of the gown he lowered and he stepped closer saying, “Keep giggling and I’m kissing you.”

With a wide smile you said, “Oh yes, because that is such a terrible threat coming from you. If you wear those I can just imagine what festive habits Sevy is keeping under wraps. No doubt just pretends to be all stoic but there’s just an explosion of garland and glitter every chance he gets.”

Barty leaned in making you giggle again as he said, “You have no idea. Come on, hop in.” Keeping hold on his shoulder you stepped into the gown he helped ease up around you like a perfect glove before you held the chest up and turned for him to zip it up your back while your hair twisted itself into an elegant bun with braids crossing over it and helping to secure it around the hair pins from your bag. Turning in front of the mirror you couldn’t help but giggle, “All about the butt isn’t it.”

Barty laughed bouncing into his pants he secured and turned smiling at your holding up his shirt and then jacket he pulled on and adjusted before your turn to add your shoes only adding to the effects of the curve accentuating gown. In a hum by your ear he reached around you lifting the necklace, “last touch,” easing the chain around your neck he secured it and grinned at you took in the full reflection as your hair settled to its natural silvery blue complimenting the outfit in his brushing your loose bangs behind your ear to kiss your cheek. “Perfection.”

Turning around you looked to his cravat and started to secure it for him saying, “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

His eyes locked with yours and he said “You would have been magnificent.”

Giggling again you said, “You better stop complimenting me or I’m going to kiss you.”

When you turned around he smiled at your back saying, “Radiant,” making you pause and turn around in his smirking step closer, “Spectacular,” he said stepping closer in your widening smile, “Breath taking,” He stepped closer again and began to lean in, “The most wondrous-,” His words muffled against your lips when you kissed him and eased your hand up around his neck freeing him to snake his arm around your back drawing you closer to him.

Muffled chatter in the hall broke the kiss and you whispered, “Careful, I may just get used to this game.”

Sweetly he kissed you again, “Kiss me any time, Love.”

Dinner led to pictures and then to a shift into the sitting rooms again for tea. A brushing of your fingers along Barty’s hand on your lap however seemed to lull your mind off to who knows where. Alone in a castle made from what looked to be from branches and trees woven together inside a mountain filled with golden streams of light casting rainbows from strips of colored glass between arches above sat quietly muffling the room around you. Each step you took brought you closer to an empty throne atop a set of stairs coated in a thick silk blanket, something told you to turn around and when you did your eyes fell on the more serious of your blondes. Again you tried and failed to move or change anything, but a kiss on your cheek snapped your eyes from silver to purple again in time for you to notice Ollivier’s concerned stare that had caused Barty to snap you out of your dream. Flashing Barty a grin you whispered, “Sorry.”

He shook his head and kissed your cheek again and whispered into your ear, “They’re discussing carnivorous plants. I think they want you to jump in again.” With the folding of your hand around the back of his you listened to their conversation and caught their grins when you jumped into the conversation mentioning a few positives on a few you remembered Neville talking about wanting recently. When bed was called for you eyed Ollivier’s lingering and you strolled over to him leaving Barty by the door and caught his grin, “Sorry, I tend to zone out sometimes.”

“You are sleeping well?”

You nodded, “I am doing better.”

His hand rested on your shoulder and he said, “You would tell me? If something was wrong?”

Weakly you chuckled worsening the concern in his gaze until you said, “I’m a natural Seer.” Making his lips part, “The silver eyes, it’s a hard door to close. Recently, I’ve been having these dreams about places I’m going to travel to, and people I’m going to meet. I didn’t mean to worry you. It, just happens sometimes.”

He nodded then said, “I do hope when you travel there finally you might bring us back pictures?”

You grinned up at him saying, “In one of the dreams I bring you all with me.” Widening his grin, “You look tired,” you sad patting his arm, “I’ll see you in the morning. Happy Christmas Eve.”

He smiled at you, “Same to you. We send breakfast up to the rooms, so feel free to stay in bed as long as you need. Family tradition so we can finish prepping it all and then we meet at noon for the start to the Ball. Guests are normally gone by sunset. The boys mentioned you brought us gifts, you didn’t have to.”

“I know. But I think it is something, special, I couldn’t keep to myself.” He lowered hugging you then pulled back in your final good nights when he stole another few glances back at you on his way to join his brother in the doorway who he chatted with upon reaching him.

Changed into a sweater and shorts you joined Barty in the bed and plopped back on your back staring up at the ceiling when he asked, “Where did you run off to?”

You glanced at him with a smirk and waved your hand summoning your dream journal that flipped open revealing the room you had seen, “Here,” his lips parted rolling onto his side looking at the shifting view of the entire room ending on the throne, you turned the page, “Then I turn and they’re behind me.”

“what happens?”

You shrug, “I am inviting him to dinner, then I walk away through my door. That’s all.”

Barty smirked, “Wasn’t he one of the ones in the bog?”

You nodded and giggled closing the book, “Him and the other one, they mostly just stand there, staring.” The book zapped back to your bag again and you rolled over resting your head on his arm he took as a sign to pull you into his chest and nestle around you.

“Interesting.” Making you giggle again. “You do like the strong silent type don’t you?”

“Who knows, they might be the type to open up and never shut up, who knows.”

“When do you think you’ll meet them?”

“best I can figure, two, three years. Riddle’s dead.” He glanced down at you catching your eye, “In the dreams my mark is showing.” Making him nod then settle around you again.

“Not that long to wait then, Love. Can’t wait to meet them.”

Making you smirk and snuggle more into his chest, “You and me both.”

His arms laced around you tighter as you drifted off and not an hour later a slip of paper appeared in his view reading simply, “Driftwood” that burned to nothing making him grin and hold you tighter closing his eyes knowing you were a sliver safer after what had been done.

Pt 59

#HP Crossover #Barty Crouch Jr x oc #Christmas Break #Visiting Family #Meet the Family #One Night Fling #Charlie Weasley

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The Devil is in the Details: Part 1

After plugging the address in to her GPS, Karina drove off towards the center of the self proclaimed modern art district, just past the Kunstareal.

You have arrived at your destination.

With a frown, Karina drove on in hopes of finding a parking spot. She switched the map app on her phone to walking directions and soon found her way to the empty storefront. Finding the door locked, Karina stepped off to the side and chose to examine the chipped portions of her manicure. Soon she wouldn’t be able to resist picking at the missing sections of polish until she had peeled the entire nail clean.

“Miss Müller!”

Looking up, Karina saw a middle aged woman in a camel colored suit hurrying towards her and extending her hand.

“Sorry I’m late, traffic was terrible!” After shaking Karina’s hand, the woman then took the same hand and smoothed out her ivory blouse. “Fredericka Schmidt. It’s so nice to meet you in person, Ekaterina.”

Karina immediately formed the impression that the woman was a little scattered and in over her head. Even though she was late, she shouldn’t have acknowledged it or apologized. That would have given her the upper hand. Instead, Karina now held that position as the one being inconvenienced. At least, that was what Marwin had always told her. Giving her head an almost imperceivable shake as if to get the thought to leave, she smiled. “Karina will be fine, thank you.”

“Wonderful.” Schmidt pulled out a ring of color coded keys and flipped through them until she came to a bright green one. “Now, most of the commercial spaces on this street are either occupied by stores or we have a handful of artists that use them as their own personal galleries.”

Once the door was unlocked, they stepped into the bright and completely open space. “I’m interested in setting up a gallery of sorts,” Karina walked around the perimeter before turning her attention back to the real estate agent. “I inherited a large collection and while I’ve donated a lot, there were several pieces that I don’t want to part with so I figured that would be my best option. I have a few of my favorite pieces in my house but my husband isn’t a huge fan of having the entire place filled.”

“You have the Strohmann estate!” Schmidt’s eyes widened when she realized who she was dealing with. “I have larger properties-”

Karina gave her head a little shake. “No, this size is fine. I only have a handful that I want as permanent installations. Aside from that I plan to feature emerging artists that might otherwise not have a platform.”

“Yes, of course. How noble.”

Right then, Karina had to fight back the urge to roll her eyes. She never made it a habit of tying herself to Marwin Strohmann but her name was now well known in the artistic and philanthropic circles as the inheritor of his estate. It didn’t help her desire for anonymity when Focus published an article profiling the ten wealthiest “under 30’s” in the region. Karina had refused an interview and wouldn’t provide a headshot so the magazine must have searched for a useable picture elsewhere. The photograph that ran with the profile showed she and Leon both dressed in all black with sunglasses on, Karina with her arm looped around Leon’s, attending the memorial service for Marwin. If she was looking for a silver lining to it all, they made a very attractive couple.

“I’d like to sign the lease today if possible.” Karina turned back towards Fredericka Schmidt and punctuated her statement with a smile.

As part of her ongoing therapy, she worked with a body language coach. The initial idea was to help her feel more in control of her own surroundings but Karina was also aware that it just helped her become more assertive in general. The only difference was now that she didn’t care if people called her a bitch.

“Yes, yes, of course!” That request seemed to have flustered Schmidt somewhat but Karina just waited patiently as all of the paperwork was gathered.

When she got back into her car, Karina made a few taps on the in dash monitor and waited for the phone to ring. She wasn’t sure he’d pick up but she figured leaving a message would be fine also. After a few more rings, it clicked over.

“Hey Mausi!”

It always made Karina’s heart flutter when he called her that.

“Hi Leon.” She smiled and waited to see if he was feeling chatty or if she’d get to go first. When there was a slight pause, she continued. “I got it.”

“You rented the space? Shit, that’s great!”

“Yeah,” She laughed, feeling excited herself. “I looked around inside and it’s perfect so I signed a year’s lease right then.”

“I’m so proud of you, Maus.”

Karina could hear some commotion in the background then finally a voice she recognized yelled out.

Who’s on the phone?

She laughed when she heard Leon answer back: Angela Merkel!

“Hey, babe, I miss you like crazy but we’re out on a boat and the reception bad. Can I call you back tonight? Like right before bed when I’m by myself?”

She smirked now, knowing exactly what he had in mind and knowing that she could use that as well. “Yeah, of course. I love you, sir. And tell my brother I said hello.”

“I love you too, Maus.”

With a sigh and a smile, Karina switched the audio over to music and began the drive back to their place.

When Leon strode back out of the cabin, the guys started to tease him.

“Was that the wife checking in on you?” Lucca called out over from the other side.

Leon cocked his head to the side and smiled. “That was the wife giving me some good news about a project she’s been working on. Your sister says hello, by the way.” He had turned towards Marius at the end who just rolled his eyes, much in the same way his sister did.

“How did you manage to sneak away for a whole week?” Marius made a little jab at Karina’s expense.

Leon just shrugged now. He easily could have taken the credit for taking a guys only holiday, but he never missed an opportunity to point out how understanding and, at the root of it, reasonable Karina really was. “I told Karina what was planned, when I’d be leaving and when I’d be back.”

When that got some incredulity from the rest of the crew he laughed. “Plus she hates Mallorca and I’m taking her to the Maldives for our honeymoon over the winter break.”

Even though Karina had been a sore spot between Leon and Marius initially, Marius did give eventually but there was an unspoken understanding that Leon wouldn’t necessarily rub it in that he had married his best friend’s little sister. Every now and then, however, Marius would check in to make sure things were ok with Karina.

“Is she still seeing her therapist? The good one?” Marius dug through the cooler and found one of the ciders that Leon liked after getting a beer for himself.

With a nod of appreciation, Leon took a sip and then nodded again. “Yeah. She’s actually been able to cut down to twice a month now and, um, she’s doing really well. I’ve got my Maus back.”

“Good.” Marius nodded as well. “That’s good.”

Once Karina made it home, she immediately went to the spare room that she had set up as a work space and stood in front of her design board. “I’ll need to take pictures of the layout. Then I can figure out where I want everything to go and what area will be open for other artists.”

She turned to look at Elsa, her Bernese Mountain Dog, who seemed entirely disinterested.

“Of course,” She scratched Elsa behind her ear, “There’s an office so I’ll need to get you another bed to keep there. Sound good?”

That at least elicited a groan in response.

“I know.” Karina at down on the floor next to Elsa and wrapped her arms around the dog. “I miss him too. He said he’ll be home soon so maybe we can both stop moping around then.”

Karina could’t decide if she felt like cooking or if she even wanted some sort of takeout. After walking out on the terrace, she realized that the temperature had settled down to something a lot more comfortable. Grabbing Elsa’s leash, Karina looked to see what vendors were at the market today. Sometimes she could find a whole meal there and right now, that seemed like a better idea than anything else.

After dinner, Karina sat down and worked on compiling the history of the various pieces of art that she was donating to the museum. Occasionally, she’d glance at her phone but when she began nodding off at the table, Karina decided it was time to call it a night. She kept her phone next to her as she washed her face and brushed her teeth but it remained silent. Finally, she put a movie on and got into bed.

When Karina woke up, the first thing she did was to check her phone but there were only a few updates from various apps, no missed calls. Flopping back down, she rolled over on her side and stroke Elsa’s head. Elsa had made herself at home on Leon’s side of the bed whenever he was away.

“I know I’m being ridiculous,” She gently smoothed out Elsa’s ear now, “but he said he’d call.”

Karina frowned as she stared up at the ceiling but Elsa’s paw on her forearm brought her mind back. “Ok,” she sat up and yawned. “Ok, I’m getting up.”

The hardest part of her day had become figuring out what to wear to work. There was a professional dress code she needed to adhere to, the weather outside had been stifling hot recently yet the museum was always frigid, and there were some days where she was in the archives moving things around. Fortunately today, Karina knew she’d only be working at her desk so a simple shirt dress would suffice.

Coffee in hand, Karina made her way to the shared space where her desk was, greeting her coworkers along the way.

“Oh, Karina?”

She turned to see her boss, Nena, walking towards her carrying a leather folio. “Yes?”

“I was hoping you could help me out and train Daniel and Sara on conducting tours today.” Nena’s voice had a touch of pleading to it. “Julia has been working with them but she needed to call out sick today. Do you have time?”

Karina smiled and nodded. “Sure. Let me just put my stuff away and I’ll meet you out front.”

Daniel and Sara were two college students who were interning, much like she had at one point, so she felt a sort of obligation to help them out. They had never been introduced but Karina figured couldn’t have been any more than a year or two older than them which usually went over better than if she needed to tell someone older than her what to do.

“Daniel, Sara,” Nena turned to Karina once she had walked back to the main entrance. “This is Karina Müller, she’s one of our curators and actually wrote the script that you’ve been working from. She’ll be helping you out today.”

After spending a few hours with the two of them, Karina didn’t mind Daniel, but Sara had a little bit of snark to her that just rubbed Karina the wrong way. Still, Karina was grateful when their training portion of the day was finished and she could go back to cataloging the newest collection that had arrived.

She stopped around lunch time and went for a walk before returning to the break room. Sitting at the table with her salad, Karina still had her ear buds in when she realized someone was in the room with her.

“Hmm?” Karina had registered that it was Daniel who was speaking to her but she didn’t actually hear his question.

Daniel let out a little laugh. “I just said thank you for this morning. That’s one of the more useful training sessions I’ve had”

With a nod, Karina offered a polite smile. “Oh, thanks. I’m glad it was helpful.”

“It’s easy to tell this is something you’re really passionate about.” His smile broadened. “Listen, a few of us are going to catch a movie after work. Want to tag along?”

“Thanks for the offer but…” Karina then thought about what her evening would look like otherwise - taking work home and then moping around waiting to see if Leon would call. “Let me think about it, ok?”

Daniel offered a very satisfied grin in response. “Sure.”

#Leon Goretzka #the devil is in the details

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killjoy-loveit · 5 years

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Stitch Me Back Together- 1

A/N: This is the fourteenth spooky season story! I apologize for the delay in the continuation of the spooky season short stories, however, I believe it was imperative to take time for my mental well-being. I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. This is written in 1st POV, the character’s name is Fleur, and this will become a series. I am still working on it, the end date isn’t set as of yet, however, I will try to update it when I can. Every member of Vixx will be featured in this piece, though for this first part the only one of them in it is Ken/Jaehwan.

Excerpt: Currently I was seated in front of my tv, a hot cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of me- being completely ignored. Some reruns of an older show were playing but I couldn’t focus on the scenes of characters bickering about some insignificant problem they had. My mind was too busy running through the events of last night for the millionth time.

Word Count: 3,412

Genre: Supernatural/Fantasy/Mythical AU, Angst

Prologue | Chapter 2 | Chapter 2.5 | Chapter 3

****WARNING: Mentions of blood and death****

“Fleur.” My sister whined into the phone.

“What?” I dragged the word out in an identical fashion. Though it wasn't an important question, I knew what she wanted. Sometimes it's just fun to mess with her. Lucille, whom I commonly refer to as Cillie, wanted me to bring her food once I get off my 16-hour shift at the hospital- which ends at midnight. That means not a lot of places are going to be open, plus she works around thirty minutes from where I am. And my apartment is five minutes from where I work, so I'll have to drive all the way back.

“Pretty please, Fleur? Nothing will be open when I get my break, and I forgot to bring food.”

“Cillie,” I sighed into the phone. “Fine, I'll bring you food, but only if you promise to set a daily reminder to take food with you to work from now on. This is, what? The sixth time in the past two weeks, you can't keep doing this!”

“I promise! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best, Fleur! I love you.” She sang into the phone at the end of her excitement.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. I have to get back to work now.” I murmur, a smile tugging at my lips.

“Bye! See you after your shift!”

I rolled my eyes as I hung up. Lucille can be such a bother, especially since we have a similar work ethic, which is basically to work our asses off. Neither of us has much free time since we spend most of our time at work, which leads to her frequent requests for food. Every time I bring her food, I end up staying while she eats, and we catch up. It's difficult for us to go more than a day without talking and even harder if we go too long without seeing each other. That's what happens when you grow up with parents who don't care about you.

Our parents were pretty absent, and every promise they ever made fell through, the only thing they were good for was stocking the fridge and keeping a roof over our heads. The only person we had to rely on was each other, and that's how it has remained. Which is probably why it isn't shocking that we ended up in related fields. I became a doctor, just out of my residency stage, and Lucille became a coroner. Even though our jobs tend to dominate our time, I know that neither of us would change it.

Now, I can't precisely say what Lucille thinks, but for me, this is something I know I'm good at. It's a job where I know I'm making a difference in every life that I save. And it's not necessarily that I only find validation or meaning in saving lives; instead, it's that I don't feel I'm meant to do anything else. If I were to be born again or wake up with amnesia one day, I know that I would always find my way back to this field.

Despite my shift ending twenty minutes ago, I couldn't bring myself to move. Maybe my brain froze and wasn't capable of rationalizing what had happened. Or, the more likely reason was that I was in shock. My pale-yellow scrubs were stained a dark red from an amount of blood that no person could lose and still live. I couldn't keep him alive. Why couldn't I save him? Did I move too slow? Did I crack under pressure? Would I get fired? There was just so much blood everywhere, it covered all of the wounds to the point I couldn't find where the most blood loss was coming from. There were so many bullets. How was I supposed to staunch the bleeding from nine bullet wounds?

A hand clapped down on my shoulder, a sore attempt at a comforting gesture. “Hey, you did the best you could. Don't hate on yourself because of this, okay?”

I swallow roughly as I look up. “How am I not supposed to hate myself? That guy was practically a kid! He couldn't have been older than nineteen, and now he's lying dead because I couldn't do my job right and save him!”

“Fleur,” Carson sighed, dropping into the seat next to me. “This is the first time you've had someone die on you, isn't it?”

I nod, averting my gaze from the older doctor.

“Well, I'm sorry to break it to you this way, but this won't be the last time someone dies on you. The only way to move past it is to know you did everything you could, and you did, Fleur. You didn't make a mistake; you did everything right. The guy came into our ER like someone used him as a practice dummy,” He said, getting to his feet. “Don't blame yourself, you weren't the one who shot him.” Carson paused at the door, turning to say one more thing. “And actually, I'm surprised he wasn't DOA.”

Logically I knew he was right; it wasn't my fault the patient died. It's just that maybe I could have done something more. And if I had, he might not be dead right now. Which, yes, I'm aware that it's stupid since I did everything I could. If my vision was better or my hands faster, he might have survived. But all the maybe's or what if's in the world can't change the outcome. Shaking my head, I finally stand up and grab my coat. I couldn't find the energy, nor did I care enough, to change from my scrubs. Lifelessly I pulled on my coat, zipping it to hide the bloodstains.

The drive over to the lab where Lucille worked went by in a blur after I grabbed food. I honestly couldn't remember the details of how I arrived. Maybe I should've called a taxi. Cillie's workplace was always cold. It makes sense; it is a morgue. I've never liked walking through the hallways to get to her office, the lighting is frequently dim, and it typically leaves me feeling uneasy. Like there's something off about the whole building, kind of dark and creepy. It could be from all the death this place has seen. I don't understand how she can work here without a problem; I'd probably become paranoid in a matter of days if I worked at this place.

Whenever I come, Cillie tends to be in the main area of the building, where the dead bodies are kept. I've never gone inside that area, and this time was no exception. Knocking thrice on the door was enough to signal to her that I was waiting for her.

And she responded with a quick shout. “Give me a sec, I'll be right out!”

Cillie raved excitedly about the autopsy she'd performed earlier on the walk to her office. Something about malformed organs and how amazed she was that the lady had managed to live for so long. Her chattering was nonstop, even when we reached our destination, and she plopped into her chair. She only went quiet after digging into the bag of food, munching happily on the chips within.

“That sounds exciting, Cillie,” I say quietly.

“It was, Fleur,” She breathed out, bouncing lightly in her seat. “You should've seen it!”

“I'm glad I didn't.”

Lucille's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me, the chip in her hand quickly forgotten. “Why do you seem off? Did something ha—” She froze mid-question, eyes locked onto the small portion of my scrubs peeking out from my coat. “Why is there blood on your scrubs?”

“I work at a hospital.”

“Now is not the time to be smart with me,” She snapped. “You don't usually wear your scrubs out of the hospital on a normal day, and the one time you do, there's blood on them. Something's up, tell me what happened. Now.”

“I lost someone.” Tears stung at my eyes as I stared at the ground. I was afraid that if I looked at her, and saw the sympathy on her face, that I would break apart. It's hard for me to stop crying once I start, so it's best not to start in the first place. I would've been fine, really, I would have. But then she hugged me, and the floodgates opened.

Her hands smoothed down my back. “It's okay. Fleur, it's okay.”

“I'm sorry.” I sobbed into her shoulder.

“Don't you dare apologize! Losing a patient is hard, but I know you. And you always put a hundred and ten percent effort into everything. Do you know what that means?” I shook my head as she pulled back from the hug. “It means that I know you did everything you could to save that person.”

My lower lip quivered. “I did.”

“I know,” Lucille murmured. “Now, do you feel comfortable alone at home, or should I ask for the rest of the night off?”

“No, no, you don't need to ask off the rest of the night. I… I'll be fine by myself.” My voice broke at the end, and I thought for a second that Cillie might try to ask off anyways.

She eyed me in disbelief but nodded nonetheless after a moment's consideration. “Fine, but you call me in the morning. And I want you calling out for your next shift, you'll be of no use to anyone until you can move past this.”

“Okay.”

I did just as Lucille ordered when I woke up the next morning. My supervisor expressed her concern and mentioned that there was a policy in place for just this situation. That being required therapy and a week away from the hospital before being permitted back. At that moment, I felt both relieved and anxious. Time off meant having nothing to do, and that meant being left alone with my mind. How was that supposed to help? I could avoid such thoughts during the day when distractions are plentiful, but at night there's nothing to keep the darkness from creeping in. I guess that's what the therapy's for. Hopefully, it would be able to help rid me of the lingering doubt and guilt I held. I called Lucille after speaking with my supervisor, but as expected, she was asleep. A message left on her voicemail was sure to suffice, seeing as Lucille could probably sleep through the apocalypse.

The television sat on its stand, playing old reruns and being completely ignored by me. It wasn't alone, though, as a cup of coffee sat on the table in front of me, forgotten. My mind was so far off, in a place where the incessant bickering of some sitcom characters couldn't reach. I was too busy running through the events from the night prior for what seemed to be the millionth time. Granted by this point, I had lost count; I just knew that the times I had replayed the events were numerous. Each time something was nagging at the back of my mind, something wasn't right. The guy shouldn't have still been alive when he got to the hospital. The whole situation felt off.

Even Carson said that the patient should've been dead on arrival. And this is the statement of someone who has been a doctor much longer than I. This begs the question, why wasn't he? From the moment I set my hands on him, he maintained a steady pulse, and I thought there was a chance. It was small, but there was still a sliver of me that thought I could save him. That hope was short-lived, though, only lasting a scant minute. After that, it was just like his body short-circuited, and everything stopped. There was nothing I could do at that point.

The number of bullets in his body seemed too high. Either there were multiple shooters, or someone really hated that guy. Except if it was just someone who hated him, why would they use a gun? Most murders that involve an intense emotion occur with whatever weapon is closest to the attacker, which, more often than not, is a knife or an object that could be used to hit or bash. A gun would allow the attacker to become distanced from the victim, and it could potentially remove the emotional aspect entirely. That means whoever shot my patient wasn't particularly close to him, they might not have even known him at all. Unless the shooting was premeditated, which could mean that hatred had been building for a while. Or he could've just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. All of this is just pure speculation though, I'm no cop after all.

A loud rapping on my door had me springing up from my couch. It couldn't be Lucille. Who is at my door at, what is it, ten a.m.? I made my way over to the door quickly, hoping to prevent the person from knocking again. As I opened the door, I noticed the person's hand was raised to knock once more before it dropped hastily.

“Is there something I can help you with?” I questioned softly.

The man standing in front of me appeared very well put together. Dressed in a light gray button-up with a navy tie, black dress pants, and matching shoes. His was dark hair swept to the side, and he had eyes that simmered with a hidden secret. To top it all off, his coat resembled a trench coat, albeit slightly more modern and fashionable.

“Fleur Boudreaux?”

I hesitated, slightly confused as to how he knew my name. “Yes?”

“I'm Detective Lee, and I have a few questions about the death of a Remi Juarez. The patient you had in the ER last night.” He stated, producing a badge from one of his pockets.

“Oh, um, of course, detective.” I stepped aside to let him into my apartment.

Two steaming cups of coffee sat on my kitchen table, one untouched and the other half empty. Of course, it was the cup sitting in front of me that was still full; exactly how am I supposed to calmly drink coffee while being questioned about a patient's death? The air felt thick, quite suffocating as the silence stretched on. Had he asked a question? I couldn't recall him asking anything yet. All I remember is that I asked if he wanted a cup of coffee, and he nodded, thus the coffee. Is he waiting for me to say something?

“Did you ask something?” I murmur, looking up from the dark liquid swirling in the cup in front of me.

He nodded, a smile playing at his lips. “Yes, I asked if you were okay. You seem a bit, well, a bit unsettled.”

“Sorry, sorry. Actually, I'm not okay, but that's none of your concern. You had questions about the guy I treated in the ER?”

“That's correct. Did you notice anything odd about him?”

My eyebrows scrunched together. “What do you mean, odd?”

The detective shrugged. “Just anything out of the ordinary.”

“No. No, I didn't. What I noticed,” I continued, my voice beginning to rise. “Was that he was shot nine times and that he was bleeding out under my care because I couldn't get the bullets out and stop his bleeding quickly enough.”

“Did you manage to recover any of the bullets?” Detective Lee asked, tilting his head, fingers tapping an odd rhythm on the table.

“No,” I muttered, crossing my arms and looking away from him. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

The questions continued until he'd gotten every ounce of information I knew about the patient, who I'd learned was named Remi Juarez. Though I didn't know much to begin with, what information I had was given to him. It was difficult to tell what he was expecting from me, but it seemed like he was relieved that I didn't know much. But I wasn't sure why he'd be relieved about that unless there's something fishy going on. Briefly, the urge to ask why I was being questioned instead of the detective using the coroner's report for information flashed through my mind. Thankfully, I managed to keep that question to myself.

The detective stood up, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a card. “Well, if you think of anything that seemed out of the ordinary, please call.”

“I will, sir,” I replied softly.

When I stood, I went to take the card from him, and as I did, our fingers brushed for a fraction of a second. And it was in that seemingly insignificant contact that shifted something inside me. The anguish I'd been feeling about losing my patient disappeared, replaced by a feeling of complete serenity. My chest felt lighter, almost more comfortable to breathe. I couldn't remember ever feeling such peace in my life. Wide-eyed, I looked from the card to him. It was the glimmer in his eyes and the tilt of his smile that hinted he was hiding something. Surely… Surely, he couldn't have anything to do with the sudden peace I was feeling. Could he? No, that's impossible. How could someone change another person's emotions with a single touch?

With the rate at which my thoughts were spinning, I barely remembered that he was on his way out until I saw him walk towards the entrance of my apartment. “Let me get the door for you.”

Before I could reach the door, it swung open, revealing Lucille balancing a tray of coffee while simultaneously unlocking my door and clutching a bag in her hand. As she stepped fully inside the apartment with a satisfied smile after yanking her keys free, she looked up and froze, eyes widening considerably. “I didn't know you had company, Fleur.”

“Lucille,” I shot her a look, indicating she shouldn't overreact. “This is Detective Lee, he had questions about the patient that died last night.”

At the mention of him questioning me, a fiery blaze grew in her eyes. Lucille hastily placed the coffee tray on the table, which was quickly joined by the bag of food. Then she spun to face the detective, hands placed heavily on her hips the way she does right before she goes to reprimand someone. Which is precisely what she proceeded to do before I could stop her.

“You listen here, I understand that you have a case to solve and all that crap, but you should have some sensitivity! Or at the very least some human decency.” She took a step closer to him, finger poking harshly into his chest. “I don't know if you consider questioning a doctor who is an emotional wreck an okay thing to do, but in my book, it isn't! Maybe you should've thought harder about whether or not you should question her once you saw she wasn't in the best state of mind. Did you even think of that? No, I bet you didn't. Solving the case comes first, not someone else's mental well-being!” Lucille ranted.

“I—” He started only to get cut off, his mouth opening and closing in a similar manner of that of a fish.

“Nope, I don't care to hear ‘how important this case is.’ What I want,” Lucille snarked, shepherding him to the door. “Is for you to leave, so that I can make sure my sister is okay. Oh, and for you to learn some human decency, okay?” She quickly shooed him out, opening the door and all but pushed him out. Then for good measure, she slammed it shut in his face and locked it.

Lucille turned to me, moving swiftly to embrace me. “Are you okay? I can't believe he questioned you right now, he should have at least waited a day.”

“I'm fine, actually.” My words got muffled by her shoulder, which I tapped lightly to get her to release me. To an outsider, Lucille might appear like the older sister, but it's just in her nature to mother everyone. I still have the upper hand in age, though, a whopping two years I have on her.

She pulled away, stepping back only to give me a skeptical look. “Uh-huh. Well, I brought coffee and food, and I took the day off to be here with you. We can binge whatever movies or shows you want, and I will supply you with all the food you crave today.”

“Alright.”

#vixx #vixx fanfic #vixx scenarios #vixx supernatural au #vixx n #vixx ken #vixx leo #vixx ravi #vixx hongbin #vixx hyuk #vixx jaehwan #vixx hakyeon #vixx wonshik #vixx taekwoon #spooky season stories

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kissme-hs · 6 years

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Threesome is fun

So here I present you my wildest fantasy, a threesome with harry and Shawn. This is the smuttiest I’ve ever written and has a slight twist. I would love to know your thoughts about it, plus reblog if you like!! Tagging @chonisberonica , there you go love:)

I had to post it again it cuz tumblr is shit.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT

Word count: 6k

Y/n’s tired feet padded on the wooden floor as she hung her coat on the stand and stood on one leg supporting herself by the wall to take off her heels and rub her sore calves. Her eyes scanned the house looking for her curly headed man, but her eyebrows furrowed the second she realized he is no where to be seen. Maybe he was in kitchen? So Giving her thought a try, she walked inside the pantry only to be met with nothing but clean and tidy shelves.

She smiled to self knowing it was harry who did that. When she woke up in the morning, it was already half past 8 and she had her meeting at 9, the time of the lovely morning had to be spent with hurry scattering her clothes everywhere and leaving the kitchen a mess. She remembered whining about it how much of untidiness she has created but harry reassured her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and then lips.

“Go love, I’ll clean it up for you.”

And that was 7 hours ago when she last saw his alluring face, unshaven chin, hair all ruffled up and eyes full of sleep. Maybe he’s sleeping upstairs, after all he gets tired working in his office—writing, creating the melody. Grabbing a hair tie from the bowl that Harry kept on the dinning table full of hair ties, even if he finds any vibrant color rubber band, he’d pick it up and drop it in the bowl because they too need a place to live baby, plus I need them all the time, harry said when she asked him why he did that.

Tying her hair up in a messy bun, a bit greasy from the tiring day she made her way upstairs. The cold floor felt amazing against her under feet, even though the cold winds had already started knocking the doors of London, she—for some reason felt good feeling the chilly wood. Their huge house, for a living of two was taken over pin drop silence, not even her walking was making any sound cuz she was bare feet. And by this time she was sure that harry was fast asleep, so she pulled her phone out from her back pocket before turning the camera on, in a hope that she might get some pictures of Harry’s angelic sleeping face.

And suddenly she stops moving. The house that once was nothing but silent, fills up with the filthy moans and grunts. She hears one loud throaty moan that she can bet is Harry’s, and oh maybe he’s jerking off? He’s been out for a quite few days to have his time with her, so this might be the reason he got all worked up and thought about giving himself a good release since he didn’t know she called her day off a bit early and luckily her boss granted her wish.

Smirk replaces the soft look of her face as all the tiredness washes away. She too did in fact gave herself a few good treatments while he was away and wanted nothing but to have him inside of hers back again. She opens the first four buttons of her shirt and pulls it wide enough for her black lacy lingerie to sneak its head out. Pulling out on the hair tie, she lets her hair fall back on her back and ruffles them a bit knowing they’re still a bit greasy to look sexy but oh never mind.

And for the fourth time when she’s about to have another thought of what she’s gonna do with him, her breath hitches and her feet feels heavy, she mentally thanks her luck for the day, she made it to his room. This moan doesn’t sounds like Harry’s, in fact it isn’t of any man but a woman this time. She bites her bottom lip, and twists the knob of door and sneaks head inside. There wasn’t any woman but harry alone and naked pumping himself to some porno, her and eyes were burning into his laptop. Her feet finally feels the weight lifted off as she walks inside and closes the door behind her with a loud thud.

“Fucking Christ y/n! Don’t do that ever!!“

He gasped huffing probably getting scared by her sudden action. He obviously didn’t notice her presence before, and now he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she walked to him. Harry extended his arm for hers to accept his invite and sit beside his naked body. Her eyes scanned his flushed self before making its way to the screen.

“Threesome huh?” She chuckled shaking her head and getting up so she could take off her shirt completely. She already was feeling warm with the dirty thoughts she had before and here Harry laid completely bare with his cock hard—veins popping out, top swollen and red, made the surrounding hot. So taking the laptop off his thighs, she nestled herself between and took his hard manhood between her hands.

Harry immediately threw his head back feeling pleased with just a touch of her hands on his dick, his hands were fast to grab her hair and guiding her mouth on him. She let out a loud laugh at his eagerness and heard Harry mumbling a shy ‘sorry’ before kissing his shaft from end to the tip. Her eyes were fixed on his, and he felt himself drowning in those orbs of hers. Her eyes were hallucinating him, making him feel dizzy. And her lips kissing him softly, her tongue licking him was just adding to the clouds he was seeing.

She peppered him with kisses before taking his cock inside her mouth, and popping it out making sure to leave a ‘pop’ behind. He knew that she was gonna tease him, after all she caught him jerking off to a porn that had a naked woman indeed who looked nothing as compared to her.

“Please baby, no foreplay.” He whispered biting his lip hoping for a nod. But instead she just shook her head no, she wasn’t having it. Y/n did excepted to find him jerking off but not to a sex movie.

She gave his waist tattoo a little peck that read Brazil before lowering her mouth on him, taking him deep inside until she felt him hitting the back of her throat. Her one hand held him from the base whereas her other was busy rolling his heavy balls on her palm. The growing swell of his balls gave her a good idea of how he was getting close to losing himself.

Once again Harry’s hand were in her hair pushing her head down making her. Her eyes burned and well up with tears as she pushed her head up to breath, saliva dropped down his cock lubricating it well for her to glide her hand up and down squeezing it at the bottom. Harry’s eyes closed shut as he felt his gut tightening with every move she made. From leaving his cock and replacing her hand with her mouth gagging on it, he could feel the burn.

“Fuck fuck fuck gonna cum baby.” He groans and all she does is gives him a yes with still his cock in her mouth, the vibration of her throat that touched his tip was the last edge and he was cumming down her mouth. When it was too much to take it, she pulled out giving him few more pumps to have him giving in in multiple spurts all over her lace bra.

Shooting him a grin, she collects all the cum off her chest before licking her fingers cleans. Where harry just laid there panting, seeing stars. His breath was heavy because of the sex goddess he was in love with.

“So..”

“Soo?”

“Do you wanna have a threesome?”

Harry asked pulling her down so she laid on him. The air in their room carried the aroma of Harry’s orgasm as she kissed Harry’s chin. Threesome wasn’t a bad idea after all, if harry was okay with it why shouldn’t she be.

“Sure! But with who?” Harry felt like a giddy kid who just was given the permission to buy chocolates at Tesco.

“Shawn. He’s in city for a few days, and he was asking if we could hang anyways.”

“Hmm, okay. I like Shawn, I mean I trust him enough to have a threesome with him.” She replied tapping his nose. The bubbles inside Harry’s belly were too much to handle at the time. He always wondered how it must feel, seeing it in movies as it looks sexy. Y/n was well aware of how adventurous guy harry was, and she trusted him enough with all she had to know that she would never suggest anything that could made her uncomfortable or have any regrets after.

She never doubted any of his suggestions until now. Harry was very possessive of her, and they both were clearly aware of the fact. She remembers how once he texted a guy saying how he’ll beat his ass up if he doesn’t stop texting you, not knowing he’s your cousin. She had enough faith on him but she didn’t want him to do something that would make him feel bad afterwards.

“Then Shawn it is.”

It was no longer than a week when Harry called his friend over their place to have a chat, he did in fact, mentioned about the kinky plan the couple had in mind receiving a big approval from his friend. Shawn was very much hyped about the whole threesome concept just like both of them. Not to bring to Harry’s kind attention but Shawn admired y/n a lot. He always found himself having wild thoughts over her whenever he was returning home from a party or just a simple meet and greet with the couple. Shawn was every much aware how he shouldn’t be having such wild fantasies about Harry’s girlfriend when He genuinely respected harry, being senior to him in age as well as the music, he saw him as a silhouette to success.

But y/n was something else. He fancied her in every little way he could, from her shy self to sudden quirky nature, her good sense of humor never failed to made Shawn snort, even when her jokes were terribly awful, Shawn couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. And one thing that he was very much aware of, was, that all the feelings he had towards her was nothing but lust. He always imagines how her soft lopes would feel against his, or how her body would feel rocking along the rhythm to his while he pounds senselessly inside of her.

So when harry popped up the question, without a second breath he replied with a loud yes. That did made harry doubt him a little though, but shrugging it off to the fantasies of young boy just like he did when he shared the same age as Shawn, let him be.

So when it was the day, Y/n paced around the hall as harry waited up for Shawn to ring the bell already. She wasn’t paying attention to anything harry was saying, she did know what he was talking about, so I saw this porn with two girls having threesome with a boy and baby it was fucking hot as hell. His words were making their way to her brain but were getting registered. All she could think was how harry was gonna act after, it wasn’t like she had any insecurity with Shawn, whereas she did too bad some wild dreams with him. Always wondered how it would feel to kiss him, not to mention those wondering were from before she met harry.

But knowing his over-protective nature was giving y/n a hard time to believe that harry was actually ready to see someone else do what only harry is suppose to do to her. And maybe when he witnesses it in real, he won’t be able to handle it?

And the sound of the bell snapped her head in the direction. Harry got off from the couch and before he could open the door she held his wrist. Giving her a glance, he took in her expression and his hand immediately was flying to rest on her subtle cheeks.

“You okay baby? Sure wanna do this?” Harry asked searching her eyes for any second thoughts, his face full of concern as he scanned her features.

“Want to ask you the same.” She replied pressing a kiss to the inside of his hands making harry nod and press his lips to his forehead.

“Okay, then let’s do this!” She chirped and opened the door open revealing y’all Canadian dressed in a black v-cut tee shirt under a leather jacket with some blue denim jeans to go along with this. His hair ruffled a bit, probably because of the windy weather of London. Y/n’s sudden change in her attitude, the nervousness now replaced with the bold and confident self that both of the men felt attracted towards.

And Shawn, looked nothing but deliciously sexy.

“Well hello there Shawn. Come in!” Y/n smiled stepping away so the brunette could come in. Harry welcomes him warmly with a hug and soon Shawn turned his face to her. He stared at her alluring self, oh how he already felt himself growing hard for her. She smiled wrapping her arms around his neck pulling for a hug. Shawn smiled hiding his face in her neck, he breathed in the scent of vanilla and cinnamon—such a mouth watering fragrance she wore before pecking her skin softly, making her shudder at his sudden move.

“I see what you did there mendes, plus I already see you getting hard.” Harry said rather straightly clearly annoyed with the fact he got worked up so early, way too early before even hearing the rules that he made.

“Well there are quite few things you need to remember. Number 1, she’s my girlfriend” Harry said making sure to emphasis it.

“Number 2, make sure you’re not hurting her in any way. And lastly the most important one, don’t forget that she does not belongs to you” Harry finished. His intentions weren’t to scare Shawn to shade him in any way, but to remind him.

“Alright man, will remember that. After that I respect you both a lot.” Shawn nodded to both of them with all respect he had for them both. He knew how much they were in love, and he never, even by mistake would do such thing that can hurt them or cause them pain. He was very much aware of what y/n meant to harry, he loved and cared for her as if she carried the world with her, which was what she was to harry. His whole world. And Shawn never wanted harry to lose his everything.

This simple and sweet gesture of Shawn made y/n feel absolutely safe, like a reassurance that maybe Harry’s gonna be okay after this ends.

“And you my darling, I love you.” Harry mumbled wrapping his arm around y/n’s waist and pulling her in a warm embrace. He rested his head on top of hers as she mumbled the words of love back to him, pulling his head down so she could seal her verbal words emotionally. Harry’s lips found their way to her soft ones as they worked together, kissing every inch they could before Harry pulled away.

“I guess we shall get going then.” Harry announced and y/n was walking to Shawn the next second. She wrapped her arms around his waist as Shawn took her chin between her index finger and thumb, god she looked so beautiful to him. If he could, he’d keep her with him forever. Brushing the baby hair off her face, Shawn takes his time to admire the beauty in front of him. The way her orbs stared in his made his knees weak, he was really doing it. After all imagining things in his pretty little mind, he’s gonna witness how it feels to have her lips pressed against his. So he dips his head down and attaches his colds mouth to hers.

Shawns hands finds their way to cup the back of her neck and the other goes to rest on the swell of her bum, giving it a gentle squeeze earning a subtle moan from y/n. Her hands were busy in shawn’s hair, their tongue massaging each other’s. She was enjoying it. Though the kiss didn’t give her butterflies like Harry’s did, but it wasn’t that bad. But Shawn was having the time of his life, kissing her, felt exactly what he dream of. Her lips were juicy and molded into his perfectly, he wondered if it was the same with Harry’s. A wave of jealousy hit his veins as Shawn trailed kisses from her lips to her neck, not missing any spot. He pulled the sleeves of her stop down, so he could kiss all the way up from her shoulder to the sweet spot behind her ear.

Y/n’s eyes were close shut pleased by shawn’s magic, too blind to notice the change in Harry’s eyes. He wasn’t feeling what he was before, it’s not like he was hating it either but seeing another man putting his hands, lips on her body somehow made his blood boil with anger. So without thinking twice he pulls her by her wrist and pushes back on the couch forcefully. Not to mention, Shawn saw the change, but deciding to shrug it off, he removed his clothes feeling hot and bothered with all the clothing.

Harry hovered y/n’s body as she passed him a teeth grin, his heart felt the similar tingle it always did whenever he was this close with her. Tilting his head harry places his lips on hers, feeling this urgency to dominantly kiss her, maybe because he wanted to remind Shawn all the rules. She’s my girlfriend. Meanwhile their lips worked their way on each other’s, savoring every inch of the skin too lost to remember about the naked standing young man who’s staring at them with his hungry eyes.

Before Shawn could, Harry started leaving a trail of hickeys down her chest, stopping just right over her breast. A smirk took over his face as he tugged on her tee, with a wink she raised her arms helping harry to glide the top off her body. Gladly, she wasn’t wearing any bra and harry found himself immediately matching on her boobs, taking her left breast in his hand—he licked her right nipple. His tongue felt absolutely cold, with his warm breath blowing over the wet hardened bud. His mouth leaving a ‘pop’ sound whenever he left her nipple, his hungry eyes traveled down, between their pressed up bodies and stopped to the attraction.

Leaving tiny feather kisses all over her body, making sure to mark every inch of her, harry took her legs in his hand. He rubbed the smooth skin of her and trailed his lips delicately till he reached the waist band of her shorts, she knew every passing inch was becoming heavy for both the boys, so without any further adou, she lifted her pelvic up and removed the last piece of clothing article (yes she wasn’t wearing any lingerie ) and threw it at Shawn. And Shawn felt his cock twitch that sprung over his lower belly. To her notice, she just saw him standing bare when her eyes flicked to the standing beauty of his figure. Her mouth watered at the sight, harry was huge no doubt, but Shawn wasn’t any less.

Spreading her legs wide, harry caught the glistening. She was wet, wet enough for him just to glide his cock inside the second. But he had different plans. His eyes were dark once again. And he could inhale the aroma of her sex, her fragrance spread across in the air that both boys found savoury.

Harry’s fingers, opened her slick wet folds collecting the wetness with his fingers and sliding them in his mouth, recollecting the taste of her. And the taste lit the fire in him, the sudden outburst of hormon made him put his mouth of her core the second after, his lips sucked the numb bud not caring that Shawn was staring with lust full eyes. He just wanted to devour the taste of his baby.

Y/n head threw back with ecstasy taking over her body when Shawn for the third time caught her eye, standing alone giving himself pumps. Her eyes travelled down his body as she reached for him, a sheepish smile covered shawn’s lips with his legs carrying him to the laid down woman in front of him, getting eaten. She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and gave it a few good pumps, hearing those moans leaving his lips made her feel proud, knowing she could make him feel good. His hands were in her hair as she leaned forward and sink her mouth on him.

“Fuck. Your mouth is magic y/n”

Shawn moaned in his deep Canadian voice. He was feeling his legs going jelly with the amount of pleasure she was causing him. She gagged on his cock, sucking on it like a lollipop, a sweet meaty lollipop. Giving him the acknowledgment, she hummed. But the humming of her throat gave him the delicious vibration he craved far, making it difficult for him to stand.

Where y/n was busy blowing Shawn off, Harry pulled his mouth from her pussy before giving her clit a good quote few rubs. The sudden friction, made her ache her back making harry chuckle. He knew what impact he had on her, and there wasn’t any suspicion that he wanted to have his mouth on her to keep savouring the taste of her pussy. But her hard cock wasn’t having it, so taking her joggers down in a one swift motion, he rubbed his cock on her wet slit, giving it a few hard slaps before sliding in with an ease. The stretch she felt was nothing but full of contentment.

Her moans on the other hand gave Shawn a feel of dizziness seeing stars, as he felt himself getting close to the edge of letting himself go. He felt the coil inside his belly tightening with every moan she made. The whole house was filled with the voices of their larynx made. It wasn’t less than any movie scene, expect just a bit more sexier.

“Shit am gonna cum baby, “ Shawn cried holding onto her hair tightly as she gave his balls a light squeeze telling him to let go. And within her approval, he was shooting his cum all inside her mouth. She felt his warm load of cum making its way down her throat giving her taste buds an appetising smack.

His pants filled the room along with Harry’s grunts who had y/n’s legs thrown over his shoulder as she slumps back down on the couch. A slight bit of cum dripping down her chin that Shawn catches with his index finger. His eyes burned in her skin, taking in every curve of her body, every swell, every stretch mark. And though she wasn’t perfect, like all the other models, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Maybe it was her smooth, soft, delicate skin—or maybe little freckles over her body. She was one of the prettiest and beautiful woman he every saw.

“Like what you see?” Harry said breaking Shawn’s gaze from her body as he nodded. His cheeks burning up a little, feeling embarrassed to be caught staring at his girlfriend. Chuckling upon the flushed state of the young man, harry pulled out earning a loud, why from y/n as whines with the lost of contact. Her lips out in a pout as she sits up licking the sticky cum off her fingers.

“Ca-can I?” Shawn stuttered asking if he could make a move. Y/n giggled at his shy self before giving him a nod and standing up, motioning him to sit. She has never experienced double penetration before, so why not this time. Obliging to her, Shawn sits down on the couch as y/n sinks in his dick. And it’s not even a blink of an eye, harry has his cock sharing the same opening as Shawn. The sudden and whole new feeling of her wide outstretched pussy, was something else. She never thought, never in her wildest dream that she’d do a sandwich with two most hot and handsome folks ever. Luckily one of them was her boyfriend that she couldn’t help but connect her lips with.

She could feel her eardrums banging with the sound of her heart beat mixed with the low grunts of two guys she’s in between. The pounding of their manhood inside of her, made her feel what she’s never felt before. Extreme confidence.

Shawn’s hands were giving her boobs a squeeze ever then, with his lips resting on her shoulders and neck and everywhere they could reach. The way she clenched her walls around his bare cock made him twitch inside of her, what a shame it was for Shawn. She held the capability to make him come within seconds. Harry himself too felt the coil heating up inside him as he continued his hard thrusts, moaning inside her mouth, not leaving it once.

“Fuck doll. Look how good you look taking two fucking cocks so well”

“Yeah mate, couldn’t agree more.”

The two men conversated. Sweat sliding down the bodies of them three as the air they breathed in smelled like their sexes. The aroma of their cums mixed with the sweet scent of her vanilla and cinnamon perfume that Harry gifted her randomly which he brought from Italy, lifted the mood of the room that was already on fire.

“Shit am gonna cum guys.”

She panted holding onto shawn’s hair from reaching behind.

“Let it go beautiful” Shawn whispered in her ear and she wasn’t to be told twice as she let herself flow for the first time the day. But seeing such intimacy between both of them made harry feel a sudden emotion of jealousy. It was him who always told her to let go. He furrowed his eyebrows instantly pulling out of them as y/n’s cum flowed down the space resting on shawn’s thighs that he collected from his fingers and sucked upon.

“Why’d you pull out babe?” Y/n asked with Shawn still inside of her, his hand resting on her boobs and lips pressed to her neck, covering Harry’s hickeys in a darker shade. Harry’s intense stare at their naked body made her wonder if all she was worried before was actually true. Noticing the change in her expression from pleaded to concerned, Harry shook his head giving her a soft smile. He didn’t want his jealousy to ruin the moment she was enjoying. But enjoying with another man?

He swallowed the gulp of anger.

“Nothing, just need a glass of water.”

“But you didn’t even cum once baby. I’ll help you, come here.” Y/n said already standing up a bit as Harry pushed down on her shoulder so she sank on Shawn once agin.

“No no, it’s okay doll. I’ll be right back.” He smiles trying to reassure and get her to settle on his words.

“Okay. Be back soon.” She have him a warm smile, the one that always gave him the feeling of butterflies in his belly. But this time he didn’t feel it, it was like all the butterflies died seeing her having a moment of lust with Shawn. She looked so really into the feeling of drowning in the pleasure Shawn was giving him. Made Harry wondered if she ever felt the same with him. He felt insecure.

The second Harry left, Shawn switched there positions. It was so quick that y/n didn’t even notice Shawn on the floor with her legs thrown on his shoulder. His flushed face now deep buried between her legs, attached to her core. She felt his hot tongue licking its way to her clit, giving it a few hard flick making her gasp. Shawn’s curls tickled her thighs, and for a moment she forget that it was Shawn between her legs. Her hands tangling in his soft hair gave her the similar feeling of being holding onto the hair of harry. So soft and curly.

She let out a loud Yelp when his lips sucked on her clit vigorously until she came undone. Shawn licked every drop of her cum, not wasting any of it as if it was the holy water, too pure to touch the ground. And for the first time,he felt his thirst growing for her. Her sweet taste gave his tongue an addiction of savouring it again and again like an action on repeat. Now he understood why harry was addicted to her like she was his marijuana. Her body, her eyes, her heart? Everything about her was so captivating and Shawn felt lucky to experience a few hours of intimacy with her.

“Jesus you’re so good Shawn.”

“Well it’s all because you’re a fucking sex goddess y/n” Shawn laughed kissing her allowing her to have a taste of herself on his tongue.

Both of them were too indulge to notice Harry’s absence, who was hiding in the kitchen, hearing every moan they made, every kiss they shared. He was hearing everything which made his stomach churn and making him want to throw up. Threesome looked good only in porns because there aren’t any feelings involved, but it’s different with the person you love. The sight of seeing other man making love to your love absolutely kills you, and that’s what harry was going through. He was regretting every second of it, because now there wasn’t any turning back. There was no way he could get the picture of them off his eyes.

“Oh my god harry did you see how cute Shawn is!! He asked us if he could make love to me” y/n blabbered happily recalling every moment that happened the day past few hours. Harry kept his head low as he stirred the vegetables in the frying pan preparing them for the stew he was making. He could y/n going on with all the fun she had faintly in the background because all the insecurities had his attention that time.

A part of him wanted to console himself that she did this all because Harry wanted to, it wasn’t her idea to have a threesome, even asked him for confirmation before Shawn arrived asking him whether he was sure or not. He knew y/n belonged to him and had his heart nestled inside Of her safely, he even believed and was very much concious how she would never break his heart, but she did. Unknowingly, unintentionally she did. And harry hates himself for it, only if he didn’t popped up the horrible idea of having a threesome—knowing how he can never bear his love enjoying sexually with someone else.

He didn’t even wanted to blame Shawn for this. Poor boy just agreed upon his words. Harry was warmed how Shawn respected him and his feelings towards y/n. But, men will be men.

“Harry?”

Y/n sensed it the moment Harry left to get a glass of water, because never ever before during sex he needed water, you’re the reason I’m always thirsty and now that I’ve you, I’m not longer feeling it baby—that’s what he always told her. She knew something was wrong the way Harry’s eyes scanned them too, she knew he was feeling it, feeling what she was afraid off. And she knew how harry is a sensitive baby.

“Baby..are you okay?” She walked to him and rubbed his arm, but what come next was unexpected. A tear slide down his cheek as Harry turned off the stove and marched to the living room with y/n following him behind. Her heart was absolutely crushed seeing tears in those green beautiful orbs of him. She immediately sat by his side on couch rubbing his arm as harry continued to sob.

“I-he wasn’t making love to you okay? That what only I am suppose to do! What only I do!” He half yelled. And there it was, everything she feared of. Harry sometimes could get very insecure, he always thought how he was never good enough for her. Having numerous affairs and dozens of magazines calling him a womaniser that he used to burn in his fireplace with tears rolling down his cheek. He never had a real girlfriend, whom he could trust with his heart until he met her.

She was the centre of his world, never he ever though would be able to love. He never thought a girl like her would lend her heart to him, to adore and love. Would accept his imperfect self and mould him in a better man, making him perfect for the world. She was his strength and his weakness. And he feared one day what if she finds a better person and leaves him?

“No no sweetie, that’s what you do. It’s you whom I love harry, Shawn is nothing to me. Jesus I’m so sorry.” She cried feeling a tear excaping her eyes as she pulled Harry’s slumped tired body to her chest. Resting on her words, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist hiding his face in her chest as he rocked their body slowly.

“I-it’s just you wanted to do it harry.”

“I know, hate it now.” Harry whispered through sobs as she laid down back on couch with harry resting his head on her chest. Her fingers combed through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails reviving some sadness. Harry nuzzled his face further in her neck taking in the scent of her shea butter body lotion, she always applied after having shower.

“It’s you baby. Always gonna be you. I’m sorry I was so caught up” y/n mumbles pressing a long kiss to Harry’s forehead and he mumbles a small ‘it’s okay’. Finally he felt the warmthness radiating her body, he tightened his grip around her waist hitching one leg over pulling her closer if that was even possible.

This moment of intimacy was just confined to both of them. No one knew that her body always smelled like shea butter after she took shower or how her fingers got cold when she harry wasn’t holding her hand. No one knew how sometimes harry had to sing her because she couldn’t go to sleep, or how she loved when Harry liked her hair giving her a scalp massage. No one knew all these little things, that every single beat of Harry’s body was used to. And no one would ever know that either because it was a thing they both did alone.

Everyday comes with a lesson, that day too taught harry few things. First how much he loved y/n. How he could never stand any man touching her, how much she meant to him. He realized that she was the woman he wants to marry, even though he sensed the feeling long before the moment he saw her. Secondly, how possessive he’s of her. Can’t even bear a mosquito touching her skin. Thirdly, threesome is not fun.

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Good Stuff ~ Seven of the Season: MLP Season 8 Part I

WARNING: Do not offer me a popsicle; I’m not much a fan of them anymore. I don’t know why, really. Thank you, take care out there, and enjoy.

Since it’s on hiatus until....August, it seems (confusingly lame), wanted to look back on this current season so far since it legitimately has been almost 8 years and I’m still watching this show. Not that that’s a bad thing, but unlike Adventure Time or Archer, it doesn’t feel like it’s aged all that majorly. And really, I wanna commemorate that. Due note part 2 will be for the entire season; to kinda ease my options in the end. So here be the Top 7 BEST Episodes of the first arc of season. Seven, because it’s lucky, baby. Here we go…

7. Grannies Gone Wild

Don’t look up ‘Grannies Gone Wild’ on Google Images. Not even safesearch is safe from the bizarre shit you might find. As for the safe for work version, it feels like a ‘standard’ episode, where Rainbow’s trying to keep the apple grannies safe from hurting themselves while trying to get on a rollercoaster on its last day. Though what makes this funny is that while you could think that Rainbow Dash is at fault for biting off more than she chew, it’s really Applejack’s fault for being such an enabling overprotective mook. Seriously, everybody agrees in the episode that it’s Applejack’s fault. What makes it even funnier and put this on the list are the grannies themselves, since they remind me a lot of my grandparents (may they rest) and have no time for Rainbow’s shit throughout. While it’s low on the list for its conventionality, I still enjoyed it for what it was. Especially since this joke will forever be associated with it

6. Marks For Effort

Preferentially, hating on the character Cozy Glow like I’m Alex Jones for how suspicious she acted kept me going for this episode. As such, it’s surprising to say that this was a great episode for the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Even when they don’t achieve much in the end, they have an honest goal in mind and it didn’t feel far fetched, and they band well together in teaching the Wooby friendship. Unlike their other episode this season, it never felt like they had to get in each other’s way to achieve something together. It felt like they were earning their endgame, which made it bizarre that Cozy would just sabotage her test to help them out. I mean honestly what purpose did that stand beside giving Starlight a chance to--Oooooh ho ho. DHX, you clever bastards, you wanted to make me feel for Starlight having little to her name now as the school counselor. Mmmmmhmmm, not falling for it. In any case, stopped for the Cozy Glow hatin’, seriously I’m gonna stone that wooby, stayed for the quality time with the CMC. As for you, Starlight, come back when you’re a main character.

5. The Mean Six

This was honestly a surprising episode based on how nothing and everything happened in the span of 22 minutes. Chrysalis returned, offering the most charmingly hammy performance to date. And while her plan to get the elements of harmony fails tremendously, and never really started to be honest, it was fascinating to see that she could’ve been indirectly responsible for breaking apart the mane six. If the show didn’t have to fall under the status quo, this would’ve actually been a clever way of presenting a fallout arc for the characters while Chrysalis is unaware of this, thinking she still needs to plot their downfall. The mean six, or Negagangers, were utilized much better here than when Discord tried this in season 2. And somehow I actually felt for Starlight getting the short end of the stick (maybe that was because she wasn’t the one who brought everyone together in the end, but who knows). The only downside is that, if you’ve seen this show plenty of times, you know what’s gonna happen and it lacks the specialty. Though it does make up for its reasonable message, the Archer-esque way the characters play off each other, and that ending scene where the Negagangers having their faces melted is the 2nd most metal thing this show has done. And no, I’m not gonna show that, for I’d like more dreams than nightmares.

4. The Break Up Breakdown

This at first felt like a conventional Valentine’s day episode (in May) with it all just amounting to misunderstandings.... made even crazier when it involves Big Mac accidentally giving a child his romantic gift, eavesdropping on his lover, said lover getting dirty, and Discord taking Big Mac and a child dragon to a swinger’s club, all to get back to LARPing. And honestly, that is what elevated this episode, crazy shit happens and it’s not so much Discord’s fault, though he is essentially what makes this episode work so well with the fact that he cares for none of this yet is on top in the end (phrasing). Plus my heart did skip a beat when Big Mac and Sugar Belle reconciled in the end, giving me memories of the good rom coms of yore like Moonstruck and Muriel’s Wedding, except without the ABBA. And again, Discord nonchalant attitude toward everyone else’s lovestruck ideals of Valentines with his newfound obsession with D&D kept this entertaining and worth coming back.

3. The Maud Couple

As it is unfortunate that Maud’s new boyfriend will forever be named Mud Fuckstick, Fuckstick is honestly the best character in this episode and just makes this episode so entertaining; especially on the grounds that he does little to nothing else to jumpstart the plot beyond being around and being methodical with his wordplay. The fact that Pinkie is legitimately fuming at Fuckstick potentially taking her sister away is ironically hilarious. Episode would’ve been higher up if not for that one scene of Pinkie screaming her head off for 4 seconds. I don’t mind Pinkie spazzing out, but those 4 seconds was a screeching convulsion, like christ. Plus, I realized something: Pinkie can be really selfish and mostly cares about the idea of caring for others’ feelings and use the self esteem she gets as a coping mechanism for her own depression. Really, that hits pretty close to home in some aspects because you want people to be happy because that makes you happy, but when some crucial sacrifices are required from you, it can be really hard to swallow that you probably won’t be happy about it the whole time, and putting up with it will feel like as terrible an uphill battle as the thought of not doing anything.................................heheheh, Bazonger!

2. Fake it ‘Til You Make It

Honestly, this episode is great solely because Fluttershy is great in this. It’s a titch bias since Fluttyshy’s been one of my favs since the beginning, but this episode showcases my love for her in a way. The fact that she had to put up and bullshit her way through customers’ wants and complaints were relatable enough, but seeing her actual warp her personality through her many changes to the point where she actually comes off as threatening was....somewhat moving for this show. She essentially became an antagonist for a few moments and it never felt like her change was sorely out of the blue. Her other personalities were funny (unsurprisingly ‘Gothishy’ came out as my favorite), her raccoon fam were a valuable addition to the character dynamic, and while Rarity is generally at fault for making Fluttershy go through all that in a short matter of time, her resolve in the end was direct and empathetic as well. Also it gets point for Fluttershy saying ‘Woke’, snowflake cutie mark goth pony, and having a pretty solid message in the end.

Honorable mentions: Non Compete Clause, School Daze (Part 2)

1. Horse Play (Phrasing)

I’ll be real, I shouldn’t think this episode is great. Generally because the main character isn’t great in this. Twilight is so stubborn in this, it felt out of character. The answer was obvious, they remind us over and over again, but Twilight continuously ignored all that because of her apparent bottomless admiration for Princess Celestia? This far in the show? It is unforgivable, and annoying no doubt. It felt like she was purposefully sabotaging her own ideas after already acknowledging that Princess Celestia has performance issues, not to mention her friends trying and failing to get the stage upright. After basically being friends with Celestia for this long, it shouldn’t have been that fucking hard to be honest with her, and not treating her as if she doesn’t have a flawless bone in her body! So basically Twilight was the least favorite part of this episode and she really bogged it down a notch. But how is this #1? It’s fun. Celestia was having fun, we get to see her be ecstatic, quirky, LIVELY again for more than a few seconds. The cast was fun, reminding me of other episodes where everyone was together trying their best to not screw up too badly (see Saddle Row Review). Spike was on his sass A game. And the final act when Celestia took over made for the best ending of this season; her helping Fluttershy build confidence was a definite highlight of this series as a whole. Even the leaked version of this episode with it having no music and stock sound effects was the most fun I had with this season. It was fun. Can’t say much more.

This season didn’t so much offer its best in my eyes. The seven of this first part of the season were the seven only good ones, with the remaining ranging from boring to just pathetic. However, I will say that after this long, I say they can still pull off some wonderful episodes, on the initial and look back, so I’m certainly not counting them out just yet. And with that, I’m Roy Macintosh, and that’s all I got.

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