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moonlightspencie · 3 months ago

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hands that make hell seem cold

Description: Friends to lovers, emphasis on lovers.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only!: porn with almost no plot, p in v, brief mention of a breeding kink

Word Count: 3.2k

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James took a deep breath, looking around his space.

He'd been cleaning all day long. Not really for any reason other than his mates coming over later that night.

He propped his hands on his hips, scrutinizing his own work for a moment.

"Good," he mumbled softly to himself, nodding as he walked back into the kitchen.

He busied himself picking up all the towels he'd used, and set a kettle on the stove for a cup of tea when he finished. He threw the towels in a hamper in the laundry room of his flat, and went back to the kitchen, waiting mindlessly on the kettle to start whistling.

Though, that's when he heard a knock on his door. He frowned a little, not expecting anyone over for another hour or two. He shuffled over to the door, opening it to see an unexpected face.

His smile grew. "Baby!"

"Hi, angel," she smiled back at him, walking past him and into his flat.

He chuckled, shutting the door, then turning to watch her take her shoes off very impatiently. He was practically bouncing by the time she finished and turned to him.

“Okay,” she opened her arms with a laugh, letting him practically tackle her.

He squeezed her into a crushing hug, knocking her off her feet, only protecting her from falling with the intensity of the embrace.

“James,” she chuckled, voice muffled by his chest. “You’re squishing me.”

“Mm,” he hummed absentmindedly, still holding her for a moment. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” she said, then kissed his shoulder once as he loosened his grip. “But you know how things are. I’ve gotta visit home sometimes. My family does like to see me on occasion, you know?”

“I know, love,” he mumbled, kissing her forehead. “But can’t they just come here instead?”

“They do on occasion. But I love being home, even if I still want to be around you more,” she winked.

James giggled, squeezing her again. “You flatter me.”

“I know. That’s kind of the point, Jamie.”

James smiled, his cheeks a little rosy as he looked at her. It had really only been a couple of weeks since she’d been around, but it felt like forever. He’d always had a soft spot for the girl, but it seemed to have intensified in the past months. Sure, they were still friends, but… there was something else there. He just didn’t want to be the first to admit it. Lately, he’d been thinking about it, though.

He sighed softly. “Uh… the boys are supposed to be over tonight.”

“Oh! Well, that’ll be fun. I’ll make sure to head out before they show up, then.”

“What?” He furrowed his brow in question.

“I’ll… make sure I’m not interrupting–”

“You’re not!” he cut her off, shaking his head.

Her brows raised, a small chuckle leaving her lips. “You sure?”

“‘Course I am! Don’t worry about it,” he smiled, shrugging a little. “Here, let’s go sit. I wanna hear all about your trip.”

He grabbed her hand, practically dragging her behind him to the living room. She shook her head in amusement, letting him pull her along without a hint of resistance until he’d sat them both down with not a centimeter of space between them.

“How were mum and dad?”

“Good, mostly,” she replied, not batting an eye as he slung an arm around her shoulders. “Mom’s been a little under the weather, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. You held down the fort here without me, then?”

“Barely,” he feigned a pout. “Could’ve fallen apart if you were gone one more day.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she laughed, leaning into him.

“Only ‘cause I love you.”

“Mhm,” she snorted. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”

“Can’t help it.”

“You never can.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, then kissed her forehead again. “God, you got even prettier. What were they feeding you over there?”

“Nothing you’d like, I’m sure.”

He laughed. “Probably not. But seriously, love… wow.”

She snorted a laugh, looking at him curiously. “When did you become such a flirt?”

“Please, you love it,” he chuckled, then shot her a sideways glance. “You love it, right?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Good,” he breathed out, then straightened up as a terrible whistling came from the kitchen. “Shit.”

She laughed as he shot up and hustled into the kitchen, following after him and watching as he grabbed his oven mit to take the kettle off the stovetop. She leaned against the doorframe, smiling to herself as he quickly pulled down two mugs and tea bags, preparing them both. He always put the tiniest bit too much sugar in hers, but she’d never complain to him. She accepted gratefully as he put a mug in her hand.

“There you are,” he muttered, then leaned against the counter. “Almost forgot that was on the stove.”

“Almost? James, you jumped up and practically ran in here.”

“...Shut up,” he hid a smile behind his mug, trying to take a sip before quickly moving away from the steam. “Hot.”

“Yeah, you are,” she muttered, barely thinking about it as it passed her lips.

His cheeks turned pink again. “You’re bound and determined to make me blush, aren’t you?”

“You’re cute when you blush,” she grinned, poking one of his cheeks. “You know I like to tease you.”

“Yeah, I know,” he rolled his eyes in response, but there was no malice behind it. He sighed softly, then let his eyes wander back to her. “Seriously, how did you get hotter?”

“Oh, and I’m the one trying to make you blush, huh?”

He giggled again. “Maybe we’re both guilty.”

She hid a smirk, shaking her head at him again. She glanced down at her still-steaming mug, then back at his face. His wide eyes and his lip pulled between his teeth. She had decided that it was incredibly annoying how attractive he was.

“James?”

“Yeah, love?” he responded immediately, his eyes widening in question.

She smiled again, unable to stop herself this time. “God, you’re fucking annoying. I say that with love.”

“Annoying?”

“You’re annoyingly hot.”

He looked away, his cheeks only warming further. He set his mug on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. A move that she thought was very distracting.

“Can I ask you a question, love?” he asked after a beat.

“Of course.”

He glanced at her again. “Well… what do you think of me?”

“Huh?”

“Like… duh, we’re friends. But… like..”

“Like…?”

“Do you think we’d be, like… good together?”

She quirked a brow. “As in…?”

He groaned. “Like us. Together.”

“You mean like… together?”

“Duh.”

“I mean– Well, I haven’t… I can’t say that I’ve never thought about it,” she admitted quietly.

He sighed softly, looking at her carefully for a few moments. She looked right back, unsure what to do next after that. He wasn’t quite sure either, turning over that information in his head. She set her mug next to his on the counter, not wanting to hold it if they were going to keep standing there having that kind of conversation. He watched her as she moved closer to set her tea down, feeling a little restless as her perfume wafted up to him in a wave.

“Fuck it,” he huffed out, moving to put his hands on her cheeks, crashing his lips into hers.

Usually, he might not be so forward. But she was so fucking tempting, it was almost a crime to not kiss her at this point. And it felt good.

She froze up at first, a bit shocked that he’d gone and kissed her. Though, it didn’t take long before she gained her senses again and kissed him back like she was born to do it. He moaned into the kiss, nipping at her lip, pulling her flush against his body with his arms wrapped around her waist.

“James…” she mumbled against him, not really for any reason other than to feel his name on her lips.

He kissed along her cheek and jaw, mumbling in her ear, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she breathed out.

He groaned, biting her neck gently before sucking on the skin. He attached himself there until he’d left a dark mark, determined to make her remember how it felt to kiss him.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages,” he muttered, kissing all the way back up her neck.

“Really?”

“Yeah…” he kissed her lips again, then pulled back to look at her face. “I think… maybe for a year, now. You’re just… you know I’ve always thought you were hot.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to fuck me,” she laughed.

“Who said I did?”

She scoffed, her mouth dropping open. “You dick!”

He giggled. “Couldn’t help it. But… I definitely do. Really bad.”

She hummed, glancing down at his lips again. “So… a year, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“When did that start?”

He smirked. “When I realized my best friend was insanely hot and I was crazy to not want more. But… Well, the day we all went to the beach and I saw you in that itty bitty bikini definitely helped.”

“You perv,” she laughed, smacking his arm lightly.

“I already love your personality, what else was I supposed to say?” he defended himself with a chuckle.

“Whatever,” she snorted, pulling him back in and kissing him, much more softly this time.

He sighed against her lips, happy to finally know what she felt like in this way. He let his mouth open for her as she slid her tongue against his bottom lip, groaning into the kiss as he felt her tongue against his. He followed her lead for a moment before taking control of the kiss, backing her against the kitchen counter.

Her lower back hit the counter, and she smiled against his lips, letting him push her onto the counter. He stood between her legs, letting his hands travel up her thighs.

“What, are you gonna fuck me in the kitchen? Not super romantic, James,” she laughed.

“Mm. I’d take you anywhere. We’ll have time for romance later,” he replied easily, kissing down her neck, nipping at her collarbone.

His hands slid under her shirt, feeling her stomach. “God, you’re perfect.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I mean it,” he asserted, pushing her top up and off of her, letting it drop to the floor. He took her in with a dreamy sigh. “Wow.”

She smiled. “It’s not that special.”

“Says you,” he glanced at her, scrunching up his face in distaste at her blase attitude about her body. His hands wandered over her skin, feeling her tummy, her ribs, her breasts. “You’re a damn angel, love.”

“You’re sweet.”

He hummed, tugging off his own shirt before going back to just feeling her. After a few moments, he couldn’t handle not seeing more of her. He let his hands wander again, reaching around her back to pull off that pesky bra. He let that drop onto the slowly growing pile of clothes on the ground. He reached up again, experimentally squeezing her breasts, feeling himself grow painfully hard against his jeans.

“See? This is all I could think about when you were in that stupid, gorgeous bikini of yours, love. And I was right. You’re incredible underneath it all,” he mumbled, locked in on feeling her chest.

His mouth watered at the sight of her, topless on his kitchen counter. His pretty best friend perched up there just for him to see and feel. He started kissing down her chest, stopping at one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around the swollen bud before he sucked it gently into his mouth.

She let out a small, breathy sound as she watched him with his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure from sucking on her. He looked so pretty and desperate like that. She ran a hand up his arm, tangling her hand in his hair.

“God, you’re eager,” she breathed out, a small laugh passing her lips.

“You’re fucking sexy’s why,” he mumbled against her skin, moving his lips to the other breast.

She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut from pleasure as he kissed and sucked at her tits, gently groping one with his hand as his mouth worked over the other. He slowly started moving his lips down, kissing along her ribs and stomach.

“You’d look real pretty pregnant, you know? I’ve thought about that a few times,” he mumbled, nipping the skin of her stomach.

“James…” she groaned.

“Sorry love. Can’t help myself,” he apologized, though they both knew he didn’t mean it. “Just wanna make you mine, ya’ know? Plus, we’d have pretty babies.”

He smiled again as another sound left her lips, his hands working to tug off her pants. He pulled them down her legs, kissing back up her leg once he’d dropped the pants on the floor.

“As much as I’d love to taste you, doll, I think that might have to wait. If I start, I won't be able to stop,” he said softly, kissing up her thigh. “You even smell perfect.”

“God, James. You’re such a slut,” she smirked a little.

“Only for you, baby,” he said, his dimple poking in his cheek as he stood straight.

He cradled her head in his hands, looking over her face for a moment before he leaned in to kiss her again, his lips moving soft and slow over hers. She held onto his biceps as he kissed her, feeling them move and flex under her palms as he dropped his hands to start pulling off her panties. He did it slowly, teasingly, until he’d pulled them off her legs entirely, letting them fall to the ground. He pulled back from the kiss, looking over her bare body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, eyes trailing over her. “Pretty girl. I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you, too, Jamie.”

He kissed her again through a grin. “You’re the best friend ever, too. For the record.”

“I better be after this,” she laughed.

He chuckled along with her, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. She let out a small noise of satisfaction, seeing him all naked and beautiful.

“God damn, James. No wonder the girls like you so much.”

He giggled at that. “I always thought it was my personality.”

“Sure,” she teased, pulling him in for another kiss.

He groaned into it, his hands wandering up and down over her body, feeling her soft curves under his skin. He let one of his hands reach down, slowly stroking his leaky cock, stepping closer to the apex of her thighs.

“Is this okay?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yeah. Please,” she nodded, breathing him in.

He shuddered, dragging himself along her slit before pressing at her entrance. He whined softly, barely pushing in.

“God…” he breathed out desperately, pressing his forehead against hers. He moaned softly, pulling a similar sound from her lips as he pushed into her, letting her heat envelop him. “You feel so good, love.”

“Yeah,” she groaned, her arms around his shoulders.

He pushed himself in all the way, a soft needy sound coming from him as he stilled for a moment before pulling out and repeating that motion slowly. They breathed each others’ air as James pushed his hips into hers slowly, almost teasingly, getting used to how she felt around him. He’d dreamed of fucking her a million times before, but there was nothing that could prepare him for how she really felt.

She dropped her head in his neck, feeling impossibly full. He wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen in her life, but fuck if he didn’t feel like it. Not to mention the fact that his cock was gorgeous, and the mere thought of it dragging in and out of her had her feeling dizzy.

“Fuck, love,” he moaned, suddenly pulling her off the counter. “I need more.”

She chuckled breathily, though she whined softly as he pulled out.

“Wha–”

“Shhh…” he shook his head, spinning her around and bending her over the kitchen counter.

She let out a shuddering breath, a grin on her face as her breasts hit the cold counter, his hand pressing down on her lower back. He pushed back into her immediately with an animalistic grunt, picking up the pace immediately.

“You’re perfect,” he grit out, gripping her hips with one hand, pushing down on her back with the other. “Feel so perfect around me, baby.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice broken and needy as she pressed her hands against the counter, unable to do anything else.

He pounded into her, her hips hitting the edge of the counter with every thrust. Usually, he’d care much more about her safety and comfort, but he couldn’t bring himself to care with the sweet sounds she made for him every time his hips snapped against her ass.

“James,” she said, her voice whiny.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.”

“Already?” he smirked, pounding into her harder.

She merely moaned in response, her eyes fluttering shut again as he moved one of his hands around her neck. He didn’t put any pressure on her, but it forced her to arch her back more, letting him hit a slightly different angle.

“God, Jamie…” she whimpered, her body suddenly convulsing, pulsing around him without warning.

He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fucked her through it, loving the way she felt squeezing him like that.

“Shit, baby,” he said through a gasp, his hips beginning to stutter in their movements.

He let her drop against the counter again, gripping onto her hips with both hands, pulling her back against him with every thrust. He lost himself in pleasure, pushing himself into her with vigor until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled out of her cunt, using his hand to stroke himself a few times before he was finishing on her ass, watching thick ropes of his cum cover her skin. He barely held himself upright as he watched it happen, breathing heavy from the effort until he was completely spent.

He braced himself on the counter with both hands. “Fuck, baby.”

She laughed softly through a whimper. “Y-yeah. Fuck.”

“You’re… God damn, love. You’re perfect,” he smiled to himself, catching his breath as he looked down at her body again. “Never thought I’d get to see you like this. All covered in my cum.”

“Yeah,” she breathed out, chuckling quietly. “But… maybe get me a towel? It’s starting to get cold.”

“Gross,” he snorted a laugh, moving to get a towel from one of the cabinets in the kitchen, dampening it with warm water. “Good thing we’re in the kitchen. Easy to clean up.”

“I guess,” she laughed as he wiped her clean of his seed. “Maybe next time you can just cum in me.”

He paused, his eyes widening. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” she nodded easily.

“Shit, you’re sexy,” he mumbled, finishing cleaning her off. “Okay, love. All clean.”

“Thanks,” she said, standing straight.

They looked at one another for a moment, both quite satisfied with what they’d done, before she started picking up her clothes.

“So… the boys will be here soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he answered, laughing a little at her switch in topic. “Yeah, they will.”

“How long?”

He shrugged. “Maybe an hour.”

She nodded, pulling on her panties. “How long are they staying?”

“Until dinner time, I suppose.”

“Cool…” she nodded with feigned nonchalance.

He smiled a bit, looking at her with a raised brow. “What have you got planned?”

“With you? Everything,” she smirked.

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66stitches · 2 months ago

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Marigold (II)

𑁍 best friend!abby x reader

𑁍 Summary: Abby loved you in a way she believed you could never reciprocate. Per her friend's advice, she began to avoid you in hopes of healing her aching heart.

𑁍 CW: sfw, angst, a little bit of fluff, unrequited love, happy ending yippe, jealousy, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, reader neither described as masc nor fem, no physical description of reader besides that she is able-bodied, fighting, swearing, violence, ellie mention, a lot of crying, pet names.

𑁍 WC: 4.4k

𑁍 Daily click - Palestine masterpost - TLOU and israel

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𑁍 Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

You buried your cold hands deep within the pockets of your maroon-colored jacket in an attempt to ward off the biting cold, each breath you took formed a slight cloud in the crisp air.

"Don't you think it's a little cold for ice cream?" You spoke, looking over at your friend walking alongside you.

"Maybe you'd enjoy it more if you actually got a good flavour."

You and Ellie wandered through the familiar town, your thoughts running as you dragged your feet across the pavement beneath you.

You tried to focus your thoughts on anything besides Abby: the cold breeze of winter stinging your nose, your coffee-flavored ice cream that, according to Ellie, tasted like burnt shit, the fallen leaves and the sound they would make when you'd step on them.

But she always managed to find her way back into your thoughts, contaminating your brain with the presence of her memories. The memories that once brought you joy were now nothing but painful.

Your steps came to a halt as you stopped by the town's bar. Wooden panels adorned with colorful string lights and a paper that read "winter dance" stapled on the entrance.

"Oh, I almost forgot about the dance tonight," Ellie spoke as she finished the last bite of her ice cream. She tossed it in a nearby bin. "You're going, right?"

The town hosted dances and gatherings quite often. It was never really your thing, but it was Abby's, being the social butterfly she is. She always dragged you along, and you were happy to follow.

But Abby was no longer with you, and now you had no reason to go.

"No, I don't think so," you replied. "Are you?"

"Yes, I am, and so are you." She said it as if you had no choice in the matter, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Come on, don't just say no because of Abby. This is the perfect opportunity to get your mind off her," she sighed dramatically. "It's also the perfect opportunity for me to show off my dance moves."

You sighed, and though you were not yet convinced, you allowed yourself to consider it. "I don't know, Ellie.”

"Please? If not for yourself, then go for me. You're not really gonna let me go to this thing alone, are you?" she pleaded.

"Stop that. You know guilt trip always works on me."

She grinned. "I know."

"Alright," you said as you threw your hands up in defeat. "I'll go."

Ellie was right, you needed this. It was unfair for you to miserably lay heartbroken when God knows Abby was probably already out having fun, relieved to be rid of you at last. It wasn't fair for Ellie either who came a long way to see you.

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Nora slipped on her last layer of clothes and started combing back her dark hair.

"You're awfully quiet," she spoke, looking over at the blonde resided beside her, currently styling her hair into her signature braid.

Abby offered no response for a moment, simply going back to her task.

"Uh, you okay?" Nora asked.

"I'm fine, Nora," Abby replied, speaking without a glance at her friend's way. It was clear that she was lying, Nora could see that. Abby had been evidently troubled for weeks, her distressful demeanor was something no soul could miss.

Nora sighed as she placed her hairbrush down. "No, you're not. Tell me what's going on with you," she asked, though she knew she didn't need to. She knew it was you who's causing her this sorrow. In truth, that had always been the case, even long before you two had stopped talking.

"I don't know, I'm just a little worried about her, I guess," she said. Merely talking of you was most difficult for her. She had been trying to avoid the topic of you for quite some time now, always shutting her friends down when they tried to ask what happened between you and her.

"You don't have to worry about her, Abs. She's got that redhead friend of hers to keep her company." Nora tried her best to be comforting.

Abby almost had to physically stop herself from rolling her eyes at the mention of Ellie. Of course she had noticed the two of you spending time together quite often, and as happy as she was that you had someone to keep you company, she couldn't help the seeping feeling of jealousy that contaminated her to the core at the first sight of you two.

“Please, don’t talk about Ellie,” she practically groaned, not doing much to conceal her obvious jealousy which earned her a slight grin from Nora.

“Jealous, much?” Nora asked.

That’s when Abby really rolled her eyes. “Nobody said that, Nora,” she said, albeit she knew she didn’t exactly give much room to conclude otherwise.

Abby didn’t want to admit truly how jealous she was of the red-headed girl and how badly your falling out had affected her.

She no longer wept, though she always felt as if she was on the verge of doing so. She tried to distract herself with the gym, but what once brought her happiness and contentment now felt like a chore. She didn’t need a distraction, she needed you.

She envied Ellie: she envied the way she got to hold you without that awful feeling of sheer guilt in the pit of her stomach; without that nagging voice in her head telling her what a disgusting person she is.

She envied the healthy relationship Ellie had with you, how comfortable she was in sharing affection without feeling as though she was fulfilling some perverse fantasy.

She was constantly plagued by the urge to go back to you, always having to remind herself of what a horrible idea that would be, as well as Nora’s persistent lectures which stopped her from doing something so foolish.

She was happy that you had someone to keep you company and comfort you, but she still couldn’t help the way she felt about Ellie. Her jealousy eating away at her every time she saw you together, doing things you once did with her, and she felt endlessly guilty for being jealous.

“Do you think she’s going? You know, to the party?” Nora inquired.

Abby considered it. She was unsure whether she wanted you there or not.

The sight of you would dim her mood, that she knew for certain, but she missed being in the same room as you.

“Probably not. T’was never really her scene.” She sounded different whenever she would speak about you. Her tone would change significantly. She sounded softer. Sadder.

Nora considered her next words for a moment before speaking. “Do you want her there?” She asked.

Abby zoned out for a moment, contemplating.

“I don’t know.”

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You stood beneath the cold wind staring at the town’s bar. You could hear everyone inside. Dancing, talking, yelling, singing along to the music. You took a deep breath and walked in, your eyes immediately scanning for Ellie.

You found the redhead standing by the bar with two drinks in hand. She met your eyes from across the room and gave you a smile as you walked up to her.

“So you came.” She handed you a drink.

“Yeah,” you responded as you fiddled with the bottle. “You were right, I’ve got to stop moping. This is good for me.”

Ellie tilted her head and smiled. “See? Told you. I’m always right.”

Moments passed, and you mostly followed Ellie around like a lost puppy while she socialized and met some new people.

That’s something you always envied about her: how she can make friends so easily and how confidently she carried herself most times.

You two then sat at the bar, allowing yourself to rest a little as you indulged yourself in conversation.

A conversation you were no longer paying attention to, Ellie’s voice slowly beginning to sound faded as your eyes were locked on someone else across the room.

And that certain someone was watching you right back. Deep blue eyes locked onto yours, keeping you connected from the other side of the room. Her brows were furrowed. She looked pained, tired, and yet still as beautiful as ever.

You didn’t think you would ever be in the same room as Abby again, but there she was, in all her glory.

She wore a tight green shirt that hugged her strong figure in all the right ways, along with some faded brown pants that accentuated her thighs.

“Stop looking at her.”

Abby was first to break eye contact, snapping you out of the trance that were her eyes. You averted your gaze from Abby and back to Ellie.

“Again, I am so sorry. I seriously didn’t know she’d be here,” Ellie apologized for what seemed like the millionth time.

“It’s fine, Ellie”, you reassured her, but you both knew it wasn’t fine at all. You sought a fun night to distract you from the ache in your heart that was Abby, only to have her come and bring that ache with her.

You were unsure whether you were surprised to see her here or not. You knew that she enjoyed these parties, but you assumed she wouldn’t be attending this time after what had happened. Perhaps you should have known better.

“There she goes staring at you again,” Ellie groaned and rolled her eyes. “Come on, let’s just get out of here.”

“Way ahead of you.” You were already throwing the remainder of your drink and getting ready to leave. Ellie followed shortly after, but not without bidding her new friends goodbye.

You stood in the sidelines waiting for her as she moved all around the room.

You then found yourself praying to whatever god there is up there to allow the ground to open up and swallow you (or Ellie) whole, because with all of her careless wandering, she mistakenly bumped into Abby, nearly spilling the last of her drink on her. Nearly. That part you were grateful for.

“Oh shit, man, my bad,” Ellie chuckled. She did not sound the least bit apologetic. In fact, she only sounded proud of herself. You wondered if it had even been accidental at all.

Abby recognized Ellie immediately, of course she did. She was not only looking at you the whole time, but as well as glaring holes into the back of Ellie’s skull.

“Oh please, don’t pretend like that wasn’t deliberate,” Abby said harshly. Ellie grinned mockingly, glad that she managed to get such a reaction from the blonde.

“Aw, what’s making you so hostile, Abby? Makes it seem like you’ve got a personal grudge against me.” Ellie just kept pushing Abby’s buttons, speaking in the most condescending tone she could muster. If there was one thing Ellie was good at, it was riling people up.

You practically sprinted to them, grabbing Ellie’s hand and gesturing for her to leave.

You met Abby’s eyes once again, but this time was different, because now you stood close enough to really look at her again; close enough to get another hint of her intoxicating smell.

Once again, she broke eye contact.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think someone’s a little jealous,” Ellie pushed again, trying to get another reaction from Abby. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “You’re jealous that she’s got me now.” Ellie grinned again, enjoying the sight of Abby’s scowling face.

“Ellie!” You yelled. You were getting upset as well as embarrassed. Whatever Abby was mad at you for, she was definitely never forgiving you now. You pushed Ellie’s arm away and tried to grab her and leave once again. You were ignored.

“Jealous?” Abby scoffed, she was the one grinning now. “You’re just a replacement. You realize that, right? If it weren’t for me leaving her, she wouldn’t even spare your desperate ass a glance.”

You were left aghast at Abby’s words, Ellie clearly was too. She tried to hide it, but it was clear Abby’s words had hurt her.

You opened your mouth to defend Ellie. You loved Abby, that would never change, but you would not stand for anyone talking to Ellie like that and speaking lies about you. But Ellie interrupted you before you had the chance.

“Yeah? ‘Least I never fuckin’ ghosted her or made her feel like shit the way you did; at least she’s happy with me. So yeah, got your girl now, bitch,” Ellie retorted, looking evidently proud of herself for that last sentence. Clearly she still found this fun.

Abby’s clearly had enough of childish banter. One thing about her is that she was never afraid to get violent.

She took a step forward and shoved Ellie, nearly knocking her off her balance. You were ready to interfere, until Ellie shoved Abby right back with the same amount of zeal.

Everyone’s attention was on them now, not including those who were black out drunk. The entirety of the bar went quiet, staring at the two women in excitement. As if you thought this couldn’t get any more humiliating.

“You both are fucking childish,” you yelled and tried to get in between them.

Quite the dumb move on your end. The punch Abby threw was meant for Ellie, but with your careless action of stepping in, you were the one taking the hit, your head snapping back.

What you didn’t expect, though, was for Abby to hastily grab your face, softly cradling it between her hands.

“Fuck, marigold, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you,” she spoke quickly. The tone in her voice was scared and replete with concern. It was evident on her face.

She seemed surprised by her own actions as well. She didn’t think nor intend to hold you like that. When it came to her, protecting you almost felt like a natural instinct.

The feeling of her hands on your skin and her face so close to yours nearly made you forget the aching pain on your cheek.

You snapped out of it swiftly and pushed her hands away from you, sending her back.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore,” was all you said. It was bitter, laced with venom. Abby looked hurt, but mostly ashamed of herself. She didn’t speak.

“Now can we just leave already?” You groaned and turned to Ellie.

“Yeah…” she breathed, still glaring holes at Abby.

You grabbed Ellie’s arm and finally left. It took everything in you not to look back at Abby. You wished you didn’t care about her so much.

You were now back at your house, examining the swollen area on your cheek which you knew would soon be a shade of purple.

You spent most of your time in your head, replaying that incident continuously.

What you truly could not manage to get out of your head was how Abby had reacted when she’d accidentally hit you. That name she called you: you were certain you would never hear her utter that word again.

You were both confused and comforted by the gesture, but you tried not to dwell on it.

“God, she’s even worse than you described. What a bitch.” Ellie had been ranting and moaning about Abby for what felt like all night.

You tried to tune her out, not wanting to think about Abby so much. Is this what Ellie felt with you?

“You should’ve let me fight her. I mean, she’s big as shit, but I could definitely take her on.” She took a moment to observe herself in the mirror. “Definitely,” she repeated.

“Ow!” You flinched as you poked your swollen skin. That got Ellie to stop her ranting and come to your aid.

“You okay?” Ellie held your jaw and observed your cheek.

“I’m fine, it’s just…” you trailed off. “You started that fight on purpose, didn’t you?”

Ellie raised her brows at your question and smiled slightly. “Nah. Trust me, if it was deliberate, I would’ve spilled my drink on her. This was just a happy accident, as Bob Ross once said.”

“Yeah, well your happy accident got me a punch to the face, but I’m glad you found it fun.” You rolled your eyes and stepped away from the mirror.

“Actually, you jumping in between us is why you got punched. Seriously, what were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted you guys to stop.”

Ellie frowned and crossed her arms, an expression of remorse scrawled upon her features. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. She’s just… she’s so fucking confusing, Ellie,” you said and buried your face in your hands.

“I know,” Ellie empathized. She wasn’t the best at comforting, always getting awkward in serious situations. But what she offered was her ear, and that was all you needed.

“I mean, what the hell was that? Did you see how she grabbed me? What she called me? Why does she think she can just do that after everything?” You were trying to remain calm, which wasn’t easy with Ellie staring at you so sympathetically. “Why does she still act like I mean something to her?”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you do,” Ellie suggested, placing her hand on your back and offering you some much needed physical comfort.

It really did not make any sense, Abby’s actions only managing to confuse you more. Could she really have cared about you? Was there still something there, or did she merely feel guilty for hurting you?

Now what you had planned to uplift your mood and ease your sorrow had been ruined by Abby’s presence. It seemed as though she haunted you everywhere, bringing nothing but ache and destruction alongside.

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Abby felt weak.

She had tried to avoid you, as she usually did, but the memories of what had occurred the other night played endlessly in her mind, fueling her with guilt.

She’d tried to make herself stop caring, convincing herself that you meant nothing to her and that what had happened the night prior did not affect her, but to no avail.

She cared about you, and that would never change. She could avoid looking at your face as much as she wanted, but your image was forever seared into her mind.

Today was a particularly gruesome one. You did not bother to hide the bruise that formed, and Abby didn’t fail to notice.

She had tried to walk up to you and apologize, each time cowardice and shame taking a hold of her and turning her back around.

The idea of speaking to you again after everything intimidated her, which was quite unusual for someone like Abby. She never anticipated a time would come where she would be apprehensive about facing you.

Unfortunately for her, you did not lack discernment. You noticed her reluctance in making her way to you; noticed the way she was internally battling herself.

You stood outside, bidding Ellie goodbye as she left to go back home.

When Ellie was finally gone, Abby walked up to you again, and you hoped for what seemed like the hundredth time that this time she would not turn back around. You didn’t know whether you planned to forgive her or not, but you still wanted her to speak to you.

When she noticed you looking at her as she made her way to you, she stopped at a halt and turned back around.

Her actions and timidity were beginning to frustrate you, but right as you were about to speak up, she turned around once again and walked towards you, this time faster, as if she wanted to get it over with before her apprehension got a hold of her once more.

“Hey,” she spoke, her voice laced with discomfort.

The gleam in her eyes changed as she got another look at your bruised cheek, feeling infinitely more guilty.

You didn’t reply and simply waited for her to get to her point. You wanted it to seem like it was because you were mad at her (and you were), but in truth you were at a loss for words.

Because she was here. She was speaking to you; she was looking at you. It took everything in you not to break down into tears at that seemingly insignificant act.

“So…” she trailed off, eyes scanning everywhere timidly. “I just wanted to say that I am so, so sorry. For hitting you, I mean. I swear, I meant to hit Ellie but you got in the way— not that I’m saying it’s your fault, because it wasn’t—” she was rambling now, her nerves getting the best of her. If you were any less hurt, you would laugh and call her cute.

“What the hell do you want, Abby?” You interrupted aggressively, which earned you a look of both shame and bewilderment.

“To… apologize?” She said it more like a question. She was slightly rendered uneasy by your anger, but she did not blame you in the slightest nor was she surprised. It only made the guilt grow into something more unbearable.

“Apologize, huh? Don’t you think you have other things to apologize for? You think this—“ you pointed at your bruised cheek, “is what hurt me?”

Abby took another look at your cheek. She didn’t reply. She looked down and crossed her arms, hugging her sides. Your eyes followed her hands and noticed the way she dug her nails into the skin of her hips, her knuckles slightly turning white.

You remembered all the times where you would scold her for that bad habit of hers, asking her why she’s so nervous and having her brush you off and ask you not to fret.

“Just let me-“

“No, Abigail. I don’t wanna fuckin’ hear you right now,” you interrupted. “You said you never wanted to see me again, so why don’t you just stick to your word?” Your heart broke into a few more pieces at the mention of that night, remembering all the things she had said and that distant tone in her voice. Her heart broke as well, remembering how cruel she was and the painful look on your face.

“Why do you have to be so damn confusing? Why are you contradicting yourself by saying you never want to see me again, only to keep looking at me with those fucking eyes, starting childish fights, calling me marigold, and now you wanna try to talk to me and expect forgiveness?” You were yelling at this point, letting everything spill out with no control or filter.

And Abby was quiet, understanding. She was listening. Her knuckles were turning whiter with every word you spoke, her eyes slightly glistening.

“You left me without a word. You never tried to talk to me about what happened, maybe we could have fixed it!”

“You wouldn’t-”

“No!” You interrupted again, not wanting to hear her voice and only spilling what has been bottled up inside you. “Don’t speak and let me finish! You didn’t talk to me, Abby. Do you have any comprehension of how terrible I felt? Did you enjoy knowing that I spent nights wondering how the hell I was supposed to fix what you destroyed?”

“I-”

“I’m not done! What made you think that you could just walk up to me and-”

“Stop!” She was the one to interrupt you this time. “I love you,” she said before she could think. It was said quietly, softly, and this time she was looking you in the eye.

That definitely shut you up. You stood there, gawking. You were trying to form words, but none came to mind. Your head was empty, but your heart was heavy, filled with emotions you couldn’t quite place.

Abby was clearly getting anxious by your lack of response, so she spoke again.

“I don’t know if you’ll accept my reasoning for what I did, but that’s it, and I’m sorry. I did it because I loved you. Because I love you.” Her voice was shaking slightly. She was afraid. It was painfully obvious.

“Why- why didn’t you tell me?” You stuttered, dumbfounded. Of all the possibilities you considered that might have been the cause of what happened, this was something that would have never crossed your mind. Not in a million years.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She laughed, though her voice held no humor in it, laden only with pain. “I didn’t wanna lose you. I was afraid I’d ruin what we have,” she said, digging her nails even deeper into her skin. “But now I already did.”

The last part was quiet, spoken slightly above a whisper. She no longer met your eyes, detaching herself from you almost completely. She was sure this was the last time you would ever speak to her again. This is where you would let her go.

It undoubtedly hurt and scared her to reveal herself to you; to finally speak the words that were sure to cause you to let her go, but she didn’t want to be selfish anymore.

She would face her feelings and allow you to leave because of it. The words you had just screamed at her did not fall on deaf ears and she would no longer leave you ignorant to the truth and pained from the untold.

You offered no response. Endless words and confessions played in your head, but none left your mouth. You felt frozen, but you also wanted to know what else she had to say.

Abby’s apprehension only grew at your silence. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I knew you wouldn’t take this so kindly but I just needed to get it off my chest and I am so, so sorry. I understand if you don’t wanna talk-”

Her profuse rambling was interrupted by your lips on hers. Your mouth didn’t move, only feeling the soft plush of her lips against your own.

The kiss ended as quickly as it came. Her eyes were wide and she was left gawking. “So that’s how I get you to shut up,” you joked.

“Fuck, come here,” she breathed. She grabbed your face and swiftly pulled it to hers, meeting your lips in another, more passionate kiss.

You pulled her in further by the collar of her shirt. You were so close that you could feel your hearts beating against each other. You could not imagine anything more intimate.

Her lips were slightly chapped, yet still soft and plush, and she tasted beautifully. It was as if the heavens had descended from the skies and given you a taste of its richest, most forbidden fruit.

You forced yourself to separate your lips so you could catch your breath. You pulled away and met her face, her eyes heavy and mouth slightly agape. She looked beautiful like this, all blissed out. The sun kissing her face reflected the gleam in her eyes like light beams in the sky. You smiled at the scene.

“I love you too, you idiot.”

“I love you, my marigold.”

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a/n: this took so fucking long I don’t even know if people are interested in reading it anymore but here it is

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diamonddaze01 · 17 days ago

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Hiii!! I love your little stables, they’re so fun!

Could you do dk + prompt 75? Thank you!

dog days

pairing: seokmin x reader | wc: 1.4k prompt: “guess who's going to be a father!” a/n: i had WAYYYYY too much fun with this lol

The text leaves your phone with an almost sinister delight.

Y/N: guess who’s going to be a father?

You set the phone down with an almost wicked sense of satisfaction and glance over at the tiny furball gnawing on her brand-new squeaky toy. Her tiny tail wags in a blur, like a metronome set to excitement. "Your dad is going to lose it," you whisper, crouching to ruffle her floppy ears. She yips in response, her voice more like a squeaky hinge than a bark, almost as if she’s in on the joke.

She’s a whirlwind of fluff, waddling around with the toy clutched tightly in her mouth, her big brown eyes blinking up at you innocently. It all started this morning when you were just out for a casual shopping trip. You had no intention of adopting a dog—not even close—but when you passed by the animal shelter and saw her? Well, the universe had other plans.

You'd been walking down the street, listlessly browsing, when the soft, pitiful whine of a puppy reached your ears from behind a small, open door. On impulse, you stepped closer to the shelter, your curiosity getting the best of you. And that’s when you saw her—her tiny face peeking out of her kennel, eyes wide with innocence, a little tail wagging furiously despite her rough start in life.

Without a second thought, you found yourself in the shelter’s lobby, filling out adoption papers. You’d been telling yourself you just wanted to look, but in reality, you’d fallen head over heels before you even knew what was happening. She was a mess of floppy ears and big eyes, and as soon as she licked your hand for the first time, it was over.

By the time you picked her up, a full plan had already formed in your head. Seokmin had been so busy with work, and this is just what he needed (but of course, you had to have your fun first). A surprise like this would shake him out of his routine—and you just couldn’t resist.

Your phone buzzes again, snapping you out of your thoughts. Seokmin’s name lights up the screen. His frantic texts and calls flood in immediately:

minnie 💖: what minnie 💖: wha the fuck minnie 💖: what do you MEAN minnie 💖: FATHER??????? minnie 💖: are u being serious minnie 💖: this is a prank minnie 💖: why arent u responding minnie 💖: baby minnie 💖: BABY minnie 💖: do NOT leave me hanging minnie 💖: HELLO????? minnie 💖: wait minnie 💖: are you ok? minnie 💖: baby ur killing me here minnie 💖: RESPOND

You smirk, choosing to let him stew for a few more minutes. You respond with a cool, collected message:

Y/N: come home after work we can talk

And as an added bonus, you type out:

Y/N: love you, daddy

That’s all it takes. Less than twenty minutes later, you hear the screech of tires outside. A car door slams, followed by the unmistakable sound of Seokmin rushing through the front door, slamming it against the wall with enough force to rattle the nearby picture frames.

"Baby!" His voice is pitched somewhere between panic and determination as he strides inside. His tie is hanging loose, his hair is a messy mop from a long day, and his work bag is hanging off one shoulder like it could tumble off at any moment. He looks like he’s barely holding it together.

His eyes dart around the room, landing on you. His breath is shallow, his pulse racing.

"But we were so careful," he blurts, pacing in frantic circles, running his hands through his hair. "How could this even happen? Wait, no, I do know how, but how?!"

"Seokmin, I—"

"Are you okay?" he interrupts, his voice climbing an octave. "Do you feel okay? Should we go to the doctor? Oh my god, we need to go to the doctor, right? Just to be safe—"

"Seokmin, please—"

"And—wait, wait, okay," he halts abruptly, hands on his hips as if to steady himself, trying to ground himself in the chaos. "Okay. Okay. Let's just not panic."

"That’s what I’m trying to say—"

"We’re adults," he continues, the words spilling out in a rush. "We love each other. We can handle this, right? We can—"

"Seokmin!"

The sharpness in your voice cuts through the tornado of his thoughts. His shoulders stiffen, and he stops mid-step, his brows knitting together in confusion.

"What?"

Before you can answer, the soft sound of tiny paws skittering across the floor reaches your ears. Seokmin freezes, his gaze snapping toward the hallway. Then, like a bolt of lightning, his eyes widen, watching as the little puppy comes careening into the room, ears flopping wildly as she tumbles, regains her footing, and barrels straight toward him. Her tail wags so fast it looks like it might take flight, and she lets out an adorably squeaky bark.

He stares.

"You… got a dog?" His voice cracks slightly as his hands fall limply to his sides, the weight of realization hitting him like a freight train.

You grin, crouching down to scoop the puppy into your arms. "No, baby. We got a dog. She was supposed to be your birthday present, but I got too excited."

Seokmin blinks, looking between you and the puppy, his face a mixture of shock and relief. Then it all clicks. "So, you’re not… pregnant?" His words are slow, as if testing out the possibility that he might have completely misread the situation.

You laugh, shaking your head. "No, that’s what I was trying to tell you. But you are a dad now. Go ahead—give your daughter some kisses."

A beat of silence passes as Seokmin processes your words. Then, without another word, he drops down to his knees, cradling the puppy with absolute reverence. His hands are gentle, like he’s afraid to break her, and he presses his nose into her soft fur. "She’s so tiny," he whispers, completely enamored. "I thought I was going to have to Google how to change diapers, but this?" His smile widens as he kisses her head again, his voice soft and full of adoration. "This I can definitely do. Welcome to the family, baby girl."

You slip your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back as you watch the scene unfold. "I knew you’d be a natural," you tease, your voice light, the warmth between you both undeniable.

He looks back at you with a soft laugh. "What should we name her?"

You nudge him playfully. "I don’t know, you’re the dad. You choose."

Seokmin pauses, staring at the puppy who is now rolling around in his lap. After a few moments of consideration, he looks up at you with an almost mischievous grin. "We should name her Panic."

You blink, caught off guard. "Panic?"

"Yeah," he says, laughing sheepishly. "Because that’s what I felt the most before I met her. And honestly? She feels worth the panic."

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. "Fine, but don’t come crying to me when she chews up your shoes."

Seokmin grins, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, come on. You know she’s going to chew your shoes first."

Just as the words leave his mouth, the puppy squirms free from his arms and rolls onto the floor, scurrying toward her squeaky toy. She immediately goes to town, gnawing at it with all the enthusiasm she can muster. The sound of her tiny jaws working on the plastic toy fills the room.

"She’s got your energy," you murmur, leaning against Seokmin as he pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around you.

"And your sass," he counters, pressing a kiss to your temple. He looks down at the puppy with a smile that says everything. "She’s perfect."

You both sit there, watching her wrestle with the squeaky toy. The chaos, the mess—it’s all so natural now. Seokmin pulls you closer, and you lean into him, the warmth of his body against yours a perfect match. The puppy, now calm and content in Seokmin’s arms, looks up at both of you, as if she knows she’s exactly where she’s meant to be.

"So," Seokmin starts softly, his voice still filled with wonder. "We’re doing this, huh?"

You smile, watching him cuddle the puppy like she’s the greatest thing he’s ever held. "Yeah," you say, voice soft. "We’re doing this."

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hanjisungslag · 3 months ago

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attack on titan headcanons #13

synopsis: they love you but, you love their best friend.

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, sasha, connie, jean, reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin & hange

notes: i made my first ever lengthy fanfic! first 3 episodes are out so, go check it out!!

☆ eren jaeger - armin arlert

his heart is crushed to smithereens but, he’ll never ever show it because as long as your happy, that’s all he can ask for in this dreadful world plus, i’m sure armin would be happy for you so… it’s a bonus. i guess. he’ll be fine watching you two get together (no he won’t) (he’ll cry and punch a lot of things).

☆ armin arlert - mikasa ackerman

he gets it, mikasa is way better than him in several different ways but also, stronger than him. she has the resilience for what it takes to survive in this world, she’s not called a 100 man army for no reason! she can protect you and probably love you better than he could. finding out this news takes a huge toll on his self esteem to be honest 🙁.

☆ mikasa ackerman - eren jaeger

oh, TRUST ME! she’s been there and done that, she gets it, if not more than anyone. she feels very conflicted because she got over eren… developed feelings for you… now, you like eren? it genuinely just feels like someone’s playing a sick joke on her.

☆ jean kirsten - connie springer

okay this actually kind of shocked jean because he thought was IN, he was complimenting you, you seemed to be liking it and taking them well plus, you spent a lot of time together! but then, he found out from reiner that you were gossiping with the girls, giggling about connie… maybe he’s funnier? kinder to you? more… handsome?!

☆ connie springer - sasha braus

wow. he loves sasha but cmon, SHES SO STUPID😭. he starts being really mean about her, not to her face, but he’ll make a sly comment here and there in front of people. oh, she messed up on the training? god, she’s so incapable! she tripped and fell? god, she’s so unaware of her surroundings! how stupid, amirite? don’t fret, jean is always there to wack him over the head and tell him to shape up. he only does it because it genuinely really upset him. he liked you a lot.

☆ sasha braus - jean kirsten

oh! i mean i guess that makes sense, sasha is just kind of a kind of silly food lover but jean… jean is ambitious, strong and motivated. maybe that’s what you want in a partner. she definitely changes her habits just out of feeling sad, like not eating as much, being more quiet, becoming less playful etc. everyone’s super worried but she barely realises she’s doing it.

☆ reiner braun - annie leonhart

well i be damned 💀. reiner never thought he’d see the day but here we are, you like annie and he likes you. he likes annie, don’t get me wrong, and he totally sees her good traits but like… really? you have a CRUSH on annie leonhart? he’s more confused than anything. honestly he’s grateful after a while (not really) because you’re a devil (you’re not to him, you look like you’ve fallen from the heavens) and he has to kill you (he would never).

☆ bertolt hoover - reiner braun

deep sigh. deepest of sighs. QUICK EVERYONE ACT SURPRISED! bertolt has always been in reiners shadow, just because he’s more reserved doesn’t mean he’s any lesser than reiner, cmon! but, he realised that maybe you just want someone like reiner, someone’s who is extroverted and manly.

☆ annie leonhart - bertolt hoover

well then, this is quite the turn of event. annie and bertolt were so close, she can totally see why you’d like him and it’s a TOTAL weight off her shoulders. she would’ve never confessed, girls got too much going on so, thank god your eyes wandered somewhere else. but, it doesn’t make it any less harder watching you and bertolt…

☆ levi ackerman - hange zoë

yeah no, like he totally gets it 😂😂😂. you totally didn’t break his heart FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME IN THIS MANS LIFETIME. bro cannot catch a break… it’s chill though. he’s chill, your chill, everyone’s chill (i’m so upset i have to write this) although, he will act more irritated with hange, even more than usual, he’ll act like they’re a pain in the arse. but, it’s understandable hange is, after all, more fun, talkative, intelligent and an all round better person to be with.

☆ erwin smith - levi ackerman

SECOND PERSON THATS BEEN SNATCHED FROM ERWIN but, at least it’s not nile dok again. he totalllyyy gets it like, it’s the levi ackerman. the worlds strongest soldier? hello?? he may be short but he’s strong, fearless, can protect you and goodness gracious he is handsome!! it’s hard for erwin to watch however, he makes sure to bottle it all up and focus on the task at hand.

☆ hange zoë - erwin smith

erwin smith… wow. maybe hange was just too… annoying for you? that’s the only solution they can come to. you still come to visit them and ask about titans and what not, it’s so hard to hear you talk about all the time you’ve been spending with erwin when you used to spend that time with hange. they’ll divulge fully into their work and become more recluse for a while.

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Falling For You (eris x you)

Eris Week 2024- day one: bonds

a/n: hey yall welcome to eris week! my personal fav week. thank you @erisweekofficial for hosting this!

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You hum a soft tune as you and Lucien head towards the busy town market. The two of you were roommates and had run out of... well basically everything needed to live. Neither of you had gone shopping in 4 weeks all because of a stupid fight in which you both believed you were in the right. You'd only made up because you'd both agreed food and wine were necessary to enjoy a good life.

As you approached the first stall selling fresh fruit, someone running at full speed smacked straight into your side. This, of course caused you to fall and collide into Lucien who, despite his many muscles, also fell and collided into the fae near him.

A whole chain reaction of people tripping and stumbling occurred and half of the market turned into disarray. All because of a stupid running fae that-

You froze. The person that had caused this was... downright beautiful. His eyes were a lovely shade of amber and his hair a fiery red. There was a splatter of freckles over his nose and cheeks that left you reeling.

You felt Lucien stiffen on the ground under you and you suddenly realized you were lying on top of him. You cringe and make a move to get up when a hand extends into your vision. "Let me," the strangers smooth, silky voice cuts through the air.

You reject his hand, getting up on your own. Lucien stands up so fast, you swear he gets whiplash. He glares at the male.

"Eris. What brings you here?"

"Oh Lucienn, it's so nice to see you again, little brother, just the person I was searching for actually."

You blink, Eris? As in Eris Vanserra? Like the recently appointed High Lord, Eris Vanserra? You panic, having just rejected your high lord's hand offer, you quickly move to sink into a bow when your best friend's hand lands on your shoulder.

"Don't. He's not worth your loyalty." You've never heard your friend's voice this cold.

"Ouch, that hurts lil bro," Eris mock pouts, putting a hand on his perfectly sculpted chest.

"Lucie?" You look up at the scar on Lucien's face, suddenly afraid to meet his eyes. He's looking at Eris, mouth set in a line, heat radiating.

"Who's this lovely lady?" Eris drawls, "Where have you been hiding her all this time?"

"She is off limits." Lucien glowers.

You frown, glancing at your friend before going to address Eris. But the moment you meet his eyes your world tilts, a sudden bright light making you gasp. A loud, clear snap cutting through the world as you know it.

Eris is your mate.

"Y/n! Are you alright?" Lucien's concerned face slides into your vision and you realize you've fallen so you're leaning against him. The rest of the crowded market has went back to their previous business. Everything is back to normal. Except....

"Get your hands off my mate." Eris's low growl reverberates through the space, causing many people to turn and frown at him before realizing he's the High Lord and turning back as if nothing happened.

Lucien pale ten shades. "What did you say?"

"She's my mate."

You grunt, body instinctively leaping forward upon hearing Eris's voice. Cursing the Cauldron and the Mother and every old god you can think of you clutch your chest with one hand and Luciens sturdy bicep with another.

You glance up at Eris only to see him watching your hand grip Lucien's arm. You quickly let go, stepping in front of Lucien.

"Do not hurt him."

Eris gawks at you, offended. "You find out I'm your mate and the first thing you ask is for me not to hurt my own brother?"

You glare. "There is no way my kind, caring friend is your egotistic asses brother."

Eris's mouth opens in pure shock.

A slightly choked laugh comes from behind you, "You would not have called me kind and caring twenty minutes ago when you were throwing a pillow at my face telling me to do the shopping because I'm a 'egotistical fae brute.'"

You groan and take a playful swing at Lucien. "Ok fine, maybe you are brothers. But... Luc, what do I do about the mating bond?"

Lucien shrugs, "It's your choice."

Eris smirks at you. "That, my brother is right about. I won't force you into anything... unless you want to be forced of course."

You raise your brows at him and he puts his hands up as if to say, don't kill me, I'm just stating facts.

You sigh, shaking your head, barely suppressing a smile.

A sudden wave of emotion comes down the new bond in your chest. Joy, relief, fear and a pinch of desperation.

You blink at the male in front of you, dressed head to toe in fancy clothes, eyes sparkling, hair flaming and face smiling.

You think you can make this work. Maybe you were wrong to curse the cauldron earlier. Maybe it was right. Because this male in front of you sure does seem just right.

"Ugh stop..." Lucien's voice cuts through your thoughts. "You two are already so lovey dovey I can see it in your eyes. It's gonna make me hurl."

You and Eris both shoot him an identical glower.

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mvltisstuff · 1 year ago

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Hi! Could I please request a 911 fic, please? Reader is Buck and Maddie’s little sister and is dating Eddie. She goes for a hike and falls, maybe just like a broken leg and concussion... but she has to call 911 and is freaking out a little and Maddie does her best to calm her down til the 118 gets there. Then lots of fluff with the guys. Maybe they show up at her apartment the next day to help her out with things and binge some tv with her. Thank you in advance!

sos - e.d

summary: request

eddie diaz x buckley!reader

a/n: tysm for the request, hope you enjoy 💗

y/n thought it was common sense to not disturb the wildlife in the trail. there were signs everywhere, you had to be blind to miss them. blind or stupid, at least. she also knew that the group of teenage girls had ignored the sign, trying to run after the deer and scare them away.

it was her one day off. it wasn’t a huge day to go to the hiking paths, so she went when it wasn’t busy. however, the mob of juveniles came across like they were the only people to exist, shoving anyone and anything out of their way. y/n had fallen victim in their path of destruction. she had been firmly distracted on the panicked deer, being able to outrun their pictures and harassment.

stupidly, her food stumbled on a pit, twisting her ankle as she fell down the rocky hill. she felt the massive rock jab her head, leaving a pitchy ringing in her ears. the fall had turned her leg in ways that it shouldn’t turn. finally, after what felt like minutes of falling, she landed on her back on the dusty floor of the woods. she lay there panting for a few moments, hoping someone would have seen her fall, but there wasn’t anyone but the excited shouting of the girls. she basically had no other choice but to fish her phone out of her pocket. she was so discombobulated and facing pain that she could only manage to type the three numbers.

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?” the voice of y/n’s older sister came through the phone, making y/n’s heart race in relief.

“maddie! oh, jesus,” she groans. “so, funny story, i just fell on my hike and i bashed my head on a rock, and then my leg did a weird thing and now it hurts like a bitch so i don’t r-“

“y/n?” she could tell the panicked voice of her sister. “wha- ok, first, tell me what trail you’re on.”

“i’m on the northeast trail at brush canyon,” y/n informs, despite the throbbing ache in her skull.

“alright, i’m sending units to you now, but stay on the phone with me?”

“i will. god, those girls were just running like maniacs an-“

“hey, hey, calm down, y/n. you’re going to be fine, just don’t get too riled up, yeah? police and rescue are 3 minutes away from your location now.”

“thank you, maddie,” y/n says into the phone, starting to calm down and grow more tired.

“of course, that’s why i’m here. the police should pull up in a minute, i love you,”

“i love you too, maddie,” maddie hangs up the phone, leaving her to buck and eddie now. they came to check the safety of the trail after hearing about the pits, and the concerns of people tripping and tumbling down the hills. when buck saw his little sister on the ground, his heart stopped.

“y/n?” he shouted, sliding down the hill and next to y/n’s body.

“heyyy, buck,” she says, being given pain medicine by chimney. “oh, i fell by the way.”

“eddie!” he yells, calling for her boyfriend as he walks down to see her too.

“what the hell happened?” he asks, completely alarmed by her state on the ground. “hey, are you ok?”

“splendid. not the best hike, but i’ll just leave a bad review. and someone tell those bitches to stop running after the deer!”

“alright, she’s fine,” buck laughs, getting his sisters personality back as they lift her onto the stretcher. bobby allows buck and eddie to travel with her to the hospital, as her eyes close in the back.

“i’m not sleeping, i’m just resting my eyes.”

“y/n, you probably should sleep,” buck tells her.

“yeah, baby, you hit your head pretty good,” eddie adds. he smiles at y/n’s scrunched eyebrows and shut eyes as she just continues to fall asleep one minutes later.

the doctors had confirmed that she did fracture her patella, and would be limited in movement for a few weeks. she had a light concussion from the impact on her head, but she’d heal perfectly fine. it wasn’t really anything to worry about.

she returned back to her apartment with maddie, helping her carry her things back in with the crutches. “thanks, maddie.”

“don’t thank me, just please be careful now,” she begs. “i don’t want you to push yourself like evan did and get all worked up.”

“i’m fine, maddie, i swear.”

“ok,” she concludes. “i have to go to work, but if you need anything in the world, call me or buck or eddie and i’m sure someone will help you. are you sure you don’t need anything?”

“maddie, get out of my apartment and go to work. i am fine!”

“alright, i love you. i’ll see you soon,” she says, shutting the door behind her as y/n sits on the couch, leaning her new crutches against it. she finally gets settled watching some old random reruns from tlc, getting invested in it when she realizes that she has to eat something with her new medicine. she tries to figure out something, when she hears an abrupt knock on her door. she limps over with her crutches, revealing a grinning buck and eddie by her door with a bag of food.

“we come with food!” buck smiles. “your favorite! cheesecake factory!”

“you guys did not have to do this,” she says, letting them come in and placing a kiss on eddie’s lips.

“well, we wanted you to have anything you need,” eddie tells her.

“i appreciate, i really do.”

“good, so what do you need done?” eddie asks. y/n thinks about what she could get away with, and manages to make them clean her entire kitchen. they did it willingly, so it’s nothing but a win for her.

“perfect! now, come eat with me and watch this show i found,” she beams, crutching over to the couch and placing the bag of food in front of her on the coffee table.

“what are we watching?” buck asks, starting to crack open his takeout box.

“i’m not really sure, some guy making cakes in new jersey,” she presses the volume as the voice of the man comes through the speakers. she sits back with her plate of food, looking at her two favorite boys in the world.

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madamechrissy · 5 months ago

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Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Breeding kink (Suguru needs twins) getting tied up, ass smacking, oral fixation, body worship, blow jobs, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, Suguru being sexy bc why nottt

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 6 -- Masterlist Playlist

Chapter 7

Every inch of you feels deliciously sore as you yawn, stretching the next morning, and Suguru isn’t there. You frown a bit, sitting up, realizing what time it must be, and then get dressed, padding around the suite. You flush when you see the table has a little bag and a note, and see that Suguru grabbed you breakfast.

You pick out a blueberry muffin, nibbling and looking at the little paper with pretty handwriting.

You looked so cute, I couldn’t wake you. I’ll only be gone until noon. Please eat something? And drink water.

You exhale, touched by his thought, your nerves leaving a bit, and you peek at your phone, blinking in shock when you see what time it is.

“Shit, I slept that much?” You mumble to yourself, realizing it was well past eleven already.

You get dressed in your bikini and coverup, since you weren’t sure what you all were doing today, then call Maki on video chat. She answers quickly, and as soon as she sees you she gasps.

“Is that a hickey! Is that… several hickeys!?” You giggle, nodding and she freaks out. “Tell me, bitch!”

“I’m totally not a virgin.”

“Ah! How was it?”

“Fucking amazing. Ugh.” You set her down on your dresser, fixing up your hair in a ponytail.

“Details, details!”

“Okay… like he’s so amazing, Maki. His tongue is like… otherworldly, his fingers? Ugh. But his cock…"

“It’s big isn’t it!”

“It’s huge, Maki oof. I’m so sore!” She’s giggling, as are you, as you take her in the bathroom now, doing a little mascara and some moisteruizer. “Maki like I came so much…”

“Bitch now I’m jealous! Are you gonna do it again?”

“I totally did it twice.” You blush as she freaks. “I know, I know. I’d have gone again, but he’s so sweet, he didn’t wanna hurt me. I… have it bad for him, really bad. I almost said…”

“Oh shit, babe.” She covers her mouth, and you exhale, leaning on the bathroom counter and washing your hands.

“I know. I don’t wanna say, hey, I know we don’t know each other, but I’m falling for you? How psycho does that sound!”

“It’s not psycho, it’s how you feel.” You sigh, opening the door and then leaning back against it. “Just be honest.”

“I am gonna scare him away. I was so worried… when I woke up he wasn’t there, but he left me this cute note! Ugh, he’s so perfect.”

“You’re so cute, I’m so happy for you. And he's so hot!”

“He is so gorgeous...”

“Thanks, Princess. So are you.” You gasp, nearly dropping the phone, it’s bouncing between your hands as you try to catch it, as you see Suguru Geto casually leaned against the front door.

“Oh shit! Oh my god…”

“You drop me?”

“Maki, gosh. Um… gotta go? Love you.”

You end the call, covering your face in embarrassment. “Oh no, how much of that did you hear!?”

He smirks a bit, coming to walk to you now, looking stupidly handsome in his pinstripe suit and skinny black tie, his hair all put up today in some sleek bun. He’s barring you against the bathroom door, leaning down, towering over you, and you inhale that yummy scent of his, mouth watering, your eyes catching his, seductive glint in those cat eyes of his.

“I heard that I have a huge dick.”

You're bright red. “Well… you do.”

He laughs a bit, then sighs, caressing your face gently. “May have heard a few more things.”

Your eyelashes flutter, as you look down a bit. “I’m sorry, I wish I could keep my mouth shut-”

“Ah-ah. Look at me.” You do as he commands, eyes locking, and he’s serious for a moment, studying you. “Tell me what you said to your friend.”

“That I…” You tremble, sweaty hands sliding up his expensive suit jacket, pulling at the fabric gently. “It’ll scare you.”

“I’m not easily scared. Say it.” He kisses your forehead softly, sweetly, then your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth. You feel desire and strong, insane feelings mix, making you feel weak.

“I’m falling for you, Suguru.” You manage a whisper, and then he moans, picking you up in his arms, and smashing his lips on yours. You moan, eagerly gripping his shoulders, wrapping your legs around narrow hips, nearly naked in your bikini as he’s fully clothed in a damn three piece. “Sugu…”

“You’re so beautiful, Princess. I missed you.” He whispers the words, chocolate eyes locking on yours, and you whine, pathetic, gripping him tighter, smashing your lips hungrily for him.

“I missed you. I was so… worried…”

“I’m sorry.” He’s got you on the kitchen table now, yanking your head back by gripping your hair, kissing your lips brutally, your thighs close in on him, craving that friction. “I should have said I was leaving.”

“No, no, the note… cute… sweet…” You’re kissing on his neck, right near his starched collar, and he groans, pressing against you harder. “Sugu…”

“You looked too peaceful.” He’s kissing you more, as you yank on his tie, and he’s got your cover up shoved up, yanking your tits out, they bounce as they fall out of your top, bouncing in front of him, and he groans. “These perfect tits.”

“Please, please…” He moans, kissing down your breasts, gripping them in his big hands, you arch your back up, yanking his tie down for more of his touch.

“Please what, Princess? Use your words for me.” He orders, silken voice shooting more desire through your body, wanting more of him, on top of you, inside of you.

You gulp, licking your lips. “Please make love to me, Sugu.” At that he nearly growls, yanking down your bottoms in one fell swoop, baring your swollen little pussy to the cool air in the suite, and to his hungry gaze. “Oh, please.”

“Anything for you, love.” He whispers, then he’s kissing down your tummy, making it tremble, as his hand slides down and cups you between your plush thighs. “This wet, from hardly anything? So needy for me?”

You nod, eagerly, and it turns him on more, his cheeks flushed, eyes getting lidded, as he slides a finger in, making you gasp, as he pushes past that tight little ring of muscles and hits that spot that makes you see stars. He presses, arching that long finger, kissing further and spreading your thighs wide.

“Keep telling me what you want, Princess.” He kisses up your soft inner thigh, tickling you and making you even wetter, as you throb in need for his touch.

“Lick me, please, Suguru.” He moans, breath hot on your cunt, and you lean back against the table on your elbows, as he slips his tongue up, in a long stripe up your slit, soft brown eyes staring up as he does it again. “Ah!”

“Taste so sweet for me.” He whispers, breath tickling your clit that he exposes, pulling apart your lips, then he flicks his talented tongue right on it, circling it, fucking torturous little circles. You’re panting, as desire and pleasure rock every inch of your body, whines coming out from the back of your throat.

“S’good… Sugu! Unh…” He’s continuing those slow strokes, all while looking at you, and then he slides a finger back inside, and the combination of both gets you high so fast it’s ridiculous.

“Soak my face, Princess, please.” He whispers those words, and you fall apart, right on his gorgeous face as he buries it back against you, sucking your tiny clit into his mouth and flicking over and over.

“Cumming! Right there, right there!” Your thighs close slightly, from all the intense pleasure, but he’s relentless, humming on your clit now, until you’re gushing all over his mouth, orgasm bursting through you. He’s drinking you up, kissing your tummy again, sliding up, and you’re so weak from it, you struggle to pull his tie, smashing his lips down on yours.

Your lips devour each other, as you hastily reach down for his belt buckle, unsnapping it and freeing his huge, pretty cock, which bounces out, smacking him where his dress shirt is. You yank that up to, revealing at least a part of his tanned, toned stomach, running your fingers down until you get his length, hot and hard in your grip.

Your eyes lock, as you watch the desire mirror in those eyes, as his hands now grab your waist, gripping tight, then picking you up in his arms. You gasp, and then he’s carrying you to the bed, making you giggle, kissing down his neck, inhaling his scent and snuggling.

“That table would hurt your back.” He explains, and you just hum happily at how sweet he is, lips kissing his neck again, as your back now hit’s the soft bed, and he’s back on top of you, still in that damn suit. You eagerly slide off his jacket, making him smirk charmingly. “Need me naked so bad?”

“Mmm, yes, I do. But, the suit… It's hot too.” You say with blushing cheeks, he laughs a bit, helping you, as your shaky hands unbutton his dress shirt, eyes drinking in his chiseled body as it’s bared to you. “Your body… it’s so gorgeous.”

You kiss down his chest, little hot pecks of open lips, feeling him tense around you, his grip tightening, then he’s got your legs around him, at your entrance, groaning at the sensation. You arch your ass up, as he’s teasing it, stroking up and down, all while he’s kissing you again, drinking your cries, and your hands move from his chest down to his hips, urging him.

“Need you. Now.” He says gruffly, and you nod, eagerly, gasping when he swiftly thrusts his cock deep, so deep in you, at once.

You tense at it, at how full it makes you feel, at all the pressure, and he stays there a moment, allowing you to adjust, his brows drawn low, as he moans at the sensation.

“You feel so good, so tight, so hot…” He’s murmuring the words as he stays there, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, and your legs tremble around his hips, as it starts to feel so amazing, that pressure. “You okay love?”

“I’m good. So good, Sugu.” You lean up, arching your back, and he groans at what the angle does.

“Ready?” He asks, and you nod, eagerly, as he slides out, then fully back in, again and again, and you cling to his shoulders under his open dress shirt, feeling the muscles flex as he fucks into you.

“Ah, Sugu! Mnh!” You cry out, as he begins pounding his cock into you, sounds of skin slapping against skin, as his hips snap into you.

He moans, the sounds urging you on, leaning up to look at you, to brush back your hair, as your blown out eyes glazed with lust stare back at him. He studies you with parted lips and lidded eyes as he shoves in deep then, against your cervix, watching as the orgasm builds, and you cling to him, eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me.” He orders, and you struggle, as the pace picks up, as he fucks you deeper, faster, and you just helplessly cling to him. “Now, Princess.”

You open your eyes, focusing on his pretty face over you, as he’s wrecking your insides so deliciously you can’t take it. “Sugu… cumming!”

“So soon?” He teases you, and you pout, nodding, making Sugu groan, sliding out then fully back in, the sound of your greedy cunt sucking him in mixing with your breathy cries.

“S’good is why, Sugu. Unh!” You scream out when he pushes up, and then your stomach sucks in and tenses as that orgasm smashes your body, and he groans as your pulse around him, gushing.

“Fuck Princess…” He grips you tightly, pausing and feeling your walls tighten around his thick length, his lips part and he’s exhaling. “You’re so tight after… fuck I can’t handle it.”

He’s struggling to move, tense over you, as his strokes get slower, hips rocking up, slowly fucking you through your orgasm and into another. You can hardly see, his face blurring with the tears of pleasure in your eyes. You blink them away, rolling your hips up to meet him, and his sounds just urge you on, until you feel him thickening deep inside your cunt.

“Suguru!” You cry out, clutching tight, and he’s got your mouth back in his possession, overtaking all of your senses, cock pounding your pussy harder now, so hard the bed creaks each time. “Sugu! Sugu!”

“Cum again for me, Princess- ah- please. For me.” He mumbles the words now, brow furrowing, one hand sliding up to your arms then, grabbing them by the wrists and pinning them above your head. “Be a good girl for me. Now.”

“Y-yes, Sugu. Yes…” You do exactly as he says, back arching up as you cum so hard you’re clamping down on his cock, and he’s hissing at it, strong hand squeezing both of your tiny wrists tightly.

“So beautiful, cumming all over my cock.” His husky voice makes it all too much, his jerky rhythm bruising your cervix.

“Cum in me, please please. Please cum in me.” You beg outright, in a little whine, looking up and watching his flushed cheeks, his eyes shutting for a moment, as he starts pulsing inside you.

“Want all this cum, do you?” He huffs the words out, and you nod, gripping his hips tight, urging him on.

“Fill me up, please.” He curses, pressing his weight on you, his free hand yanking your thigh up, pressing even deeper, so deep it hurts. Hurts so good.

“Fill you up, huh. Can you even take it all?” His lips are a breath away, noses touching, so close to cumming again your eyes cross, and you just nod, eager, and he starts pumping now, hot, white ropes of his cum inside you.

“Sugu!” You scream out, as his hot cum keeps pumping, so fucking much, that it pushes you over the brink, and you cum again, shoving his cum out around that thick length, as he pushes more of it back in with his thrusts. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” He mutters at the same time, easing his grip on your wrists and slamming his lips back on yours, while you’re twitching with aftershocks. He eases back a bit, smiling down at you. “You missed me huh.”

“I missed you, alot. The whole hour I was up.” You giggle, and he grins down at you, easing out, and his cum and yours is just pouring out.

“Slept in so much, huh?” You nod, then push him on his back, your hair falling long like a curtain over your face, sliding against his chest. “Mmm, what are you up to, bratty girl?”

“Gonna clean up this mess.” He grips you tight, groaning.

“You’re so hot.” You giggle, kissing down his chest, down his perfectly flat toned stomach, until you get to the sticky mess you’d made his thick cock, still hard. You brace your arms on either side of him, and his hands go in your hair, gripping. “Will you do a good job, Princess?”

You lick the tip of him, swollen still, dripping out sticky white remnants of more cum, and you swipe your tongue up it slowly, feeling his thighs tense under you, and his lips part, desire in his gaze. “I’ll do a good job, Sir.”

“Fuck… still don’t know where you came from.” You giggle, sliding your mouth up and down him, tasting both of you, then you feel him hardening. You blink, and he just smirks.

“Again? So… soon?”

He grabs your hips, sliding you up him, until your slick cunt is on his length, and you flush a bit. “Wanna ride me, Princess?”

“I… what if I… suck? And disappoint you.” He shakes his head, grabbing your face gently, looking into your eyes and making your heart flutter.

“You could never disappoint me, love. Ever.” You exhale, feeling emotions hit, at how much you…

Love him.

How perfect he is.

How good you feel.

“I wanna make you feel as good as you make me.” You whisper, as he sits up, your legs on either side of him, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“You do that just existing.”

“Suguru...” You’re crying. Again.

He kisses you, knowing you already, that this is how you are. You cry.

“Happy tears?” He asks, and you nod.

How does someone you just met get you better than anyone?

“So happy. I wanna do a good job, Sir. Teach me?” You bat your lashes with a pout, and he sighs, laughing softly.

“Those puppy dog eyes get me. Every time. Make me wanna spoil you.” He lifts your hips, and then he looks down, watching his cock dissapear inch by inch, as you sit down on it. “Look at that, you taking me so well.”

“Sugu!” You barely hold it together when you’ve sunk all the way down his cock now, feeling him in you, where you’re sore and aching, nearly burning your skin with the stretch. But its so delicious. “How - move- huh?”

He snorts in laughter. “You can’t talk love, huh?”

You glare a bit. “No. Can’t. Move. Talk.” He grins, but then hisses when you clamp down around his cock, moaning and gripping you tight around your little waist with his big hands.

“You little brat. Can’t talk so you torture me with this tight cunt.” You giggle, but then when he picks you up and slams you down, the giggle stops in your throat, replaced by a whine. “Had something to- ha- say?”

“F-fuckk! Sugu…” Is all you manage, as he slams you down again, and you’re soaking his cock, his thighs, everything, gushing around him.

“Can’t move, love, need me to use you?” You nod, eagerly, struggling to adjust to the deeper position, wiggling and making him hit that spot so deep in you.

“Can you use me, please? Please. Want you to.” You’re mumbling, then he’s leaned back some, lifting you up high and fucking into you from the bottom. Your tits are bouncing right in front of his face as the silent room fills with slaps of skin and your squelching wentess.

“Use you like my pretty toy?” You nod, his words, his cock, his grip, his eyes… it all was too much. The maddening, brutal pace of his cock as you hang on helplessly, while he just holds you like you’re nothing, it’s too much.

“C-cumming s’good, too good, Sugu- mmm!” Your head lolls to the side, as your mouth is just wide open in an O, eyes rolling back involuntarily while he fucks into you so hard it makes you cum then and there. You tremble as it rocks you, as you’re so weak you can’t hold yourself at all.

“Can’t even hold yourself up, Princess? Can’t use you like this then.” He eases you off him, and you whine, pathetic, until he’s got you on your back now, pressing your thighs all the way up.

“Use me till you cum, Sugu. Please.” You beg for it, for what you really don’t know yet, but you know you want it. He nearly growls, big hands shoving your thighs against your breasts.

“Use you just to cum in? That what you want, Princess?” You nod, and he shoves in, way too deep like that, your ass arches, wiggling, and he’s hissing as his leaking tip kisses your cervix. “You feel too fucking perfect.”

“Then cum in me. In my pussy, please. It’s yours.” He groans, gripping your thighs tight as he fucks into you, stretching your tightening alls out with each thrust.

“This perfect little cunt is all mine?” You nod, and he falls apart with you then, leaning forward, holding your face in his hands. “Then I’ll fill it up, so much, constantly full of me.”

His words are darker, desperate, and it urges you, as you nod, eagerly. “Then do it, Sugu, do it.”

He starts cumming then, shoving in deeper than last time at this position, and your breaths come out in pants as he pushes you over the edge, filling you with even more of his cum, pumping so much it’s so hot inside you. He’s kissing you, smashing your thighs against you, folding you up under him, and you’re already pushing his cum out from just your orgasm.

“Jesus christ. Why are you perfect?” He demands, through gritted teeth, you open your mouth and he stops you. “Don’t say you’re not. Gonna tie you up and teach you a lesson.”

“That sounds fun.” You say breathlessly, and he chuckles, easing out of you, and letting your thighs fall.

“You’re wasting all this cum now.” You tense, then cry out when he shoves it back inside you with two fingers.

“Sugu, fuck!”

“Need you to take it all.” You nod then, as he watches you, shoving those fingers back in your oversensitive cunt, making your wriggle at the sensation.

“Sensitive. Sensitive.”

“I like you that way, Princess.” He cooes, rubbing his free hand down your face gently, like the other wasn’t pushing cum back in you. “You’re so messy for me, aren’t you Princess?”

“Messy. Messy.” You’re about to scream then, and he eases back, shoving his two fingers in your mouth, you greedily suck them, swirling your tongue around the thick digits, pulling out with a pop. “Suguru…”

“Yes, Princess?” He’s pulling you onto your side, kissing you softly, like he hadn’t just wrecked you. The duality of him was intoxicating.

“I meant it. What I said to Maki.” He pauses, and you bite your lower lip, he frees it from the grip of your teeth. “I am falling for you.”

“Guess what, love?” He asks, helping you sit up, and you tense, looking into his eyes nervously.

“What, Sugu?”

“I’m falling too.”

You pause, your heart faltering, your mouth open. He is just sitting there, staring at you, and you wonder, could this be real? Could it…

“You are!?”

“You sound surprised. Of course I am.”

Your tears hit your eyes, and you tremble in his hold, clinging to his broad shoulders as tears fall. “Oh, Sugu, I’m so happy. So happy.”

You both kiss, and kiss, all over each other's lips, cheeks, necks, foreheads, just little pecks, then more intimate, deeper. Until you can feel his hardness on your thigh, and he laughs as you tense.

“It’s a reaction to you. I’m not going again, you gotta be sore.”

“She’ll be okay. She can do it.” He laughs again, and you look up into his eyes, yours watery, as every inch of your body feels so well loved, even your heart, your mind. “Feel like I'm dreaming.”

“I know the feeling.” He holds you to him, and you all stay there, in his arms, comfortable and at ease. “I wasn’t gonna say it yet.”

“Me either! It’s… crazy right? We’re crazy?”

“We’re crazy.”

“Oooh, Sugu, why don’t you come swim in the ocean with me today? You haven’t yet, you know.”

“You just want me to fuck you on the beach.”

“Hey!” But the thought?

“Knew it.”

You giggle, shaking your head as he helps you up on wobbly legs, stabilizing your body with his sure hands. When one comes to your tummy as you all stand together, you whimper. He sighs, turning you so that you can see yourself in the mirror on the wall, with him behind you, long fingers splaying your abdomen.

“Huh.” He says curiously, and you tilt your head.

“Huh what?”

“You’d be so hot pregnant.” You turn bright red then, thighs clutching together as the mere way he said that got you stupidly horny.

“I… what!?”

“Mmhmm. You would be.” He kisses down your head, leaning forward, whispering in your ear. “All round with me. Maybe twins.”

“Sugu you’re… more crazy than me.” You giggle breathlessly, moaning with the pressure on your tummy. “Is this kinky talk?”

He laughs, grinning that pretty white grin in the mirror. “It most certainly is, but the thought of you pregnant? With twins? Umph…”

He’s hard against your back.

“Oh… it is kinky.”

“You’re so cute.” You whine a bit, when his hand stays there, and crazy images hit your mind.

“You wanna put a baby in me, Sugu?” He groans, gripping you tight, so tight you thought you’d bruise, but fuck you want it.

"You're going to be the death of me.” His words are muffled.

You swallow, feeling a blush creep up your neck, arching your ass back so you could tease him more. "What do you mean?"

He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Every little sound you make, every little movement, it all drives me wild."

You can't help but giggle, feeling a thrill at his words. "I know the feeling. You could fill me up more, you know.”

“Oh, I will, princess. Bet it’s sliding down these thighs hmm?” He reaches two fingers down, you’re dripping with his sticky white cum, and you’re soaked again, at the thought of him pumping more cum in you. He hisses. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

“When am I not with you?”

He tilts your head to the side, devouring your lips, and you fall into it, until he eases back, inhaling. “We’ll never leave this suite if we don’t stop. Oh… Princess, you got snorkel gear?”

“I did bring some. I haven’t done it before!”

“I’ll teach you. Come on, let’s cool down before you get pregnant.” You giggle at his bluntness, but his words thrill you.

***

“You look so adorable.” Suguru secures your glittery pink mask, and you flop around on the giant flippers, feeling stupid.

“They only had kid stuff when I shopped.”

He grins. “Lucky you’re small. Hey, nothing wrong with Barbie.”

“Hush!”

Suguru has red swim trunks and an open red kimono, his toned body and tanned skin making you drool damn near. He seems to be eating up the sight of you in kids snorkel gear in amusement, but when his hands come to hold your waist, the amusement fades, to lust.

Every time he touches you it’s like you light up.

Shaking yourselves off, you both head out to the crystal blue waters, as Suguru guides you how to properly use the gear. You both begin to swim, down the coast line, and fish of all sizes flit past you all, their scales glittering from the sun reflecting brightly in the water. Suguru swims slowly next to you, though he was clearly a talented swimmer, he took his time for you.

Suguru points out a giant crab, then a school of marlin, huge, which freak you out a bit at first as they whoosh past you all, then you’re giggling, and have to come up for air. You sputter a bit, slipping the mask off, and Suguru is there with you, taking his off and shaking his head, sprinkling water all over.

“How ya doing Princess?” He asks softly, and you sigh, snuggling into his embrace as he holds his arms out.

“So good. It’s so peaceful.” He holds you, as the water waves all around your bodies, gently rocking you both.

“It is, isn’t it. Peaceful. With you.” His voice gets low, and you look up at him, tummy doing flips, not just butterflies, they were like violent moths. Your hands slide up to his face, brushing against where the goggles had dug in.

“I kinda never wanna go back.” He smiles, a little sadly.

“Because the real world?”

“Yeah, what happens to us? With work and friends, life, family… shit, probably drama too, on my end. Is my pussy good enough to deal with my psycho ex?”

He rolls his eyes. “Your pussy is good enough for that, yes. But… What has you so worried? You think he’ll try something?”

“The way he talked… was like it wasn’t over yet. His torture.” You shiver a bit, sighing. “I don’t want him in my life. But… he knows everything about me. Who’s to say he won’t come and try to break me again.”

He cups your face now, his pretty brown eyes glittering with the sun, like molten pools of honey. You drown in them, nearly forgetting your worries. “You think I’d let him touch you?”

His words, so possessive, make you ache. “I wouldn’t put that on you.”

“Regardless of where this goes, I damn sure won’t let such filth around you, ever again. Understood?” You nod, and you feel them, your tears. “You know, you look beautiful crying, right?”

“Is that kinky, Sugu?”

He grins. “It could be kinky. You cry so much though. I wonder if…” He trails off a bit then.

“Wonder what Sugu?”

He sighs, backing away a bit. “I guess I wonder if in time, you’d cry less. With me by your side.��

“Oh, Sugu…” You wrap your arms around him, kissing him, awkwardly bumping your gear on your heads, and he chuckles, pulling you flush against him. “I cry with you because I’m so happy.”

“Are you just emotional altogether?”

“A crybaby, say it.”

“I wasn’t gonna!”

“Uh huh.” You both look around then, and you realize how far you all had swam out, people are just little dots now. “Oh wow.”

“Let’s swim back, Princess.” You nod, and you all are soon back down under the water, the sun shimmering on your backs, heating it, as the cool water brushed against your front, your chest, your legs. Suguru holds one hand as you all swim down, following the trail back.

Worries of your past fade more and more.

***

“You need a yukata.” Suguru says to you later on, as you all are walking down the boardwalk, side by side, hands brushing together. He was going to get a kimono, and you all were peering until you found a proper shop for one.

“Oh, I’ve never worn one!”

“What!? You need one. Come on.” He takes you further, and you follow, a little confused but curious, until you all come upon a little shop with plenty of yukatas and kimonos.

“These are so pretty…” You murmur, touching the thick, satin material with care, and Suguru comes over to you, eyeing the one you’re touching.

“That would look beautiful on you.” His voice is soft, his hard body coming against yours, you tense a bit, feeling flustered. “Try it on.”

You end up looking in the mirror, and the gorgeous Yukata, sitting over your body, which you were only wearing a lacy pair of red panties and a lacy red bra. The yukata sat untied. You honestly… didn’t know how to tie it? It’s the prettiest pink with red flowers all over, popping off your skin, and it was so pretty you couldn’t think you could even wear such a thing.

“Need help, love?” Suguru’s teasing voice came, and you giggle, opening the curtain and inclining your head.

“Please, I can’t figure it out.” He comes in behind you, then gulps, lips parting as he looks down your body. Your breasts heave under the attention.

“You’re so sexy. I can’t think.” You flush at the praise, taking his hands in your own.

“Thank you Sugu. But I really can’t figure this out.”

“Yeah, yeah… come here.” He comes and expertly ties the Yukata up, then places the wrap on your waist carefully, stepping back and whistling softly. “You look so beautiful.”

“Thank you… I…”

“No, look at you.” He turns you, to where your ass is against his hard body, enwrapped in silk, and you see yourself, glowing and sunkissed in his arms. You tremble as his hands run down your waist, pressing his fingers in. “Look how beautiful.”

You do look beautiful.

“Oh, thank you Suguru. I feel beautiful.” You blink back tears, and he leans close, holding you tightly.

“You always will around me.” He kisses up your face, then down, to your exposed neck, groaning softly. “Wanna fuck you right here.”

“Oh! I…” He laughs, as you’re blushing. “You’re teasing me.”

“Nope, totally would. Would you please let me buy this for you?”

You go to say you would buy it, but then you sigh. “Of course you can, I would love it so much. Can I buy you a Kimono though?”

“No, I’ll buy both.” You pout, making him laugh. “They’re expensive.”

“I don’t mind. I have a successful business and no one to spoil.”

“Oh so you’d spoil me?”

“Sure would.” He picks you up, twirling you around, then easing you back to the floor, smiling deviously at you.

“I think I’ll spoil you. And you’ll accept, like a good girl.” Those words shoot right between your thighs, and he notices, notices your flush, your tightening thighs.

“Unfair.” You bite out, he just grins, and then you all go search for Suguru’s Kimono. And no, you don’t get to pay.

***

Once it’s night, both of you decide to go to one of the beach restaurants, where there are dancers and even a fire show, all as the sweet breeze blows, and the sky turns pretty pinks and purples. Suguru was in the Kimono you had picked out for him, black with a green and gold belt, flowing around him, and fuck if he didn’t look gorgeous in it.

His hair falls soft, half clipped back, the bottom half flowing, silky and shimmering in the evening. He looks so gorgeous it’s hard to function, actually.

You can’t keep your eyes off him.

You in that pretty pink yukata, snug against the curves of your body, with those soft red flowers? Heavenly. And now, one of the ladies puts a matching little red flower over your ear in your soft, flowing hair that's blowing gently in the wind. When your eyes glitter, smiling that little smile of yours at him, it makes his stomach tighten, as he thinks of just how much he loves that.

How you look at him.

How’d he gone without that in his life?

You’re so gorgeous he can’t take his eyes off you.

“You look so handsome, Suguru.” You run your fingertips down the soft material, and he exhales, touching your face gently.

“And you look beautiful, Princess.”

You brighten up at that.

“Not denying it? Know how happy I am tonight?”

“I’m working on it. Because of you.” You lean against him, and one of the ladies comes to take you all to your table. A waitress comes, and smiles at the two of you, seated side by side.

“What a beautiful couple.” She says, and you nearly jump, giddy with excitement at the thought, and you tensely look at Geto. What would he say?

Was he ready for that?

“Thank you. We’re having a great time here.” He pulls you to his side, kissing your cheek, and you blush bright red.

“So cute together!” Comes another waitress, and you nervously cover your face, waiting for Suguru to say no, we’re not together.

Because how could he…

Wait.

Stop that.

He clearly wants you.

You shake off dead voices, echoes of your past, and smile now. “Thank you ladies, that’s so sweet.” You say, then look to Suguru, who’s brimming with pride as he gazes at you.

When they leave you to check the menu, he hums to himself, running fingers down your back over that satin, giving you goosebumps. “So, are we?”

“Are we… what?”

Suguru peeks up at you. “Together? Dating?”

“Are you asking me out, Sugu?” He smirks, looking up and down at you, his hand now firm on your hip.

“Maybe I am. What would the answer be, Princess?”

“The answer would be fuck yes.” He laughs a bit at you. You all order drinks, clinking them together. You notice he opted for a fruity rainbow drink like you.

“What? Yours was so good.”

“I love a man that’s not afraid to drink a rainbow drink.”

“So bratty!”

You all sip your drinks, sitting together, you lean on him, as he holds you so gently. “Sugu, are you my boyfriend then?”

He kisses your lips, and you taste that fruity drink, mixed with Suguru’s minty breath, god it was always so fresh, how? And he rests his forehead on yours. “Are you my girlfriend, Princess?”

“I sure wanna be.” He exhales, running his fingertips down the side of your face ever so softly.

“I haven’t dated in a long time.”

“I dated a sadistic asshole last, so.”

You both grin at that. “You gonna make me ask so officially?”

“Yes please.”

He rolls his eyes. “Will you be my girlfriend, Princess? On this island and back home?”

“I will, Sugu. Oh my… Of course.” You kiss him, eagerly, over and over, as if no one else was around, it was just you two.

“Hey, that means you gotta let me pay for everything.”

“What, no!”

“That’s my rules.”

“Oh… I’ll split things?”

“Nope. I pay.”

You roll your eyes now, and he’s just grinning. “If you don’t wanna be called daddy you can’t spoil me.”

“You’re so bratty right now.” You just stick your tongue out, making him chuckle, as you all begin to get your appetizers. “I’ll let you call me it in bed, only, if you let me buy you things.”

“Deal!”

***

“Daddy!” You’re screaming out an hour later, as he has you tied up to the bed posts with one of his silky black ties, as he's behind you, licking up your pussy, spread wide in front of his face.

“You taste so good for me, Princess.” His chin shoves against your cit, tickling it with his stubble, tongue sliding inside your little hole, slurping up the wetness loudly, making you start to throb again in need for him.

“Mmmnh!” You're reduced to sounds, as he’s leaning up, fingering you now, two fingers knuckles deep, shoving past your little gummy walls and hitting that spot, the one he always hits. It makes you fade out, cum pouring out of your slippery cunt, soaking his hand.

“Good girl, Princess, keep cumming for me.” You fall apart for that, crying out his name over and over, as he whispers yours, gushing ridiculous amounts of liquid as he gets you to cum again. “So wet, soaking the bed, love.”

“Mnh, Sugu, need your cock, please.” He groans at that, gripping your hips then, and your phone rings. You ignore it, as he slides that thick cock in, stretching you out for the third time today. Every stretch makes you ache more and more, you tighten around him as he slams into you balls deep, bottoming out in you. You scream out, and he pulls your hair.

“Feel so good-” your phone rings again, and Geto tenses behind you. “It's blocked number.”

“Don't care, just fuck me Sugu, fuck me please.” He moans, pulling at your hair again, making your ass arch, then it rings again. You curse. “Break the phone, need your dick.”

“Nah… Again?” He presses answer, and you gasp, as he leans forward and puts it on speaker. “Answer them love.”

“Umm… hello?” You manage to breathe out, as Suguru's thick cock slides out, shoving back in, you bite your lip not to moan out loud.

“Really, blocked my number sweetheart? Has your ‘amazing guy’ got sick of you yet? You know he will.” At that you falter, tensing, and you tremble on your knees. Suguru tenses behind you, gripping your hips so hard you thought they'd bruise.

“Sure not getting tired, her pussy is perfect you know.” Suguru starts to speak, and Mahito flips. “Fuck, and the view of this nice big ass? So good.”

You giggle then, and he shoves his cock so deep you cry out, leaving Mahito furious over the phone. “So you're getting fucked like a whore?”

“I'm getting fucked by a huge cock. Mmm! You just gonna listen Mahito?” Suguru laughs behind you, and you laugh too, but then cry out as he picks up the pace, fucking into you, and you knew Mahito could hear everything.

“When he throws you out, I'll be ready, and if you're lucky I'll fuck you.” Suguru leans over you, picking the phone up then, and you look back at his face furious.

“You'll never touch her. Pussy belongs to me now.” You pulse around him and he moans. “And fuck if it's not a perfect little pussy too.”

“You're the one making her so feisty, huh? Give it time. Sweetheart don't forget I've known you forever and I know how pathetic you are. Once he gets tired of that virgin pussy he'll see-”

“Fucked her -ha- five times already? Going for six after this. And she's not pathetic, you are. Can't wait to fucking meet you face to face.” His words are dark as he gives you insane backshots, bruising that cervix.

“I… you…” Suguru puts the phone up to your face and shoves his cock in deep.

“Cum loud so he can hear you, Princess.” You scream out then, shaking with your orgasm, and then the line goes dead, and you tremble, looking back at Suguru, who's grinning. “Bet he doesn't call back.”

“I love you, ugh.” You whisper as he fucks into you, again and again, so quiet you don't think he heard you, thankfully.

“What… a piece of trash… wanna beat his face in.” Suguru is grunting, and you're moaning, ass arching up for more of his thrusts. “How… dare he… you're so… perfect…”

“Sugu!” You're sobbing now, and he pauses.

“Did I hurt you Princess?”

“No I just… that was… so sweet of you.”

“Fucking you on the phone with you ex?” You giggle through tears, nodding, then he comes to untie your wrists, pressing you on your tummy, tilting your face as his weight presses on you. “I'll never let him touch you again.”

“Love you, Sugu. Love you.” He pauses at that, then moans, sliding his cock back in, kissing you passionately, tongues wild, teeth hitting, lips pressing.

“Princess…” You shush him, pressing your ass up for more, as his big arm wraps your waist.

“Don't have to answer yet, s'okay Sugu.” He kisses you again, fucking deeper, pressed so intimately over you. His hand reaches up and entwine's in yours, as he pulls back, breath right on your lips. “Thank you for it, thank you! Thank! Ah!”

“Anything… for you… Princess, Mmm!” You're throbbing around his cock, as he thickens inside you, deep inside, and then he's moaning, as you do. “You're mine, Princess. Mine.”

“Yours Sugu, belongs to you.” He falls apart above you, you hear his breathy moan, gripping you tight.

“Cum with me, love, wanna feel you. Please.” You do as he says, needing no urging, and then you're cumming together, him moaning his release in the crook of your neck, filling you with his hot cum, and you're gushing around him. “Perfect, perfect Princess.”

You struggle to both catch your breath, then Suguru eases out of you, lifting his body off and sighing, coming to lay next to you. His pupils are dilated, eyes blown out, like you, messy hair like you, reddened lips, like you. Both of you were dazed and confused messes.

“It just keeps getting better. I'm so addicted to you Sugu.” He shuts his eyes for a moment, kissing your forehead sweetly, sighing.

“I'm addicted to you, Princess. Everything about you. Um…” He brushes your hair back gently. “What you said…”

“Ignore it please. Shouldn't have so soon.” He frowns at that.

“Did you not mean it? Was it just… sex talk?”

“No. Meant it.” You bury your face against his chest. “But don't wanna ruin this.”

“Honey you won't ruin anything. Promise. I just…”

“It's okay Sugu really.”

Suguru is terrified. Because nothing has ever felt so good as you uttering those words from your pretty lips. Hearing that made his heart stop. He is overwhelmed, because he wants to say it back, but is it too soon? If things don't work out, would that hurt you more? He aches to let go but for now…

He needs some courage apparently. Imagine him, and the only person to ever scare him is a five foot nothing girl who cries all the time? You alone bring him to his knees and make him want to do anything, anything for you. Including deal with that trash that…

“Thank you again though, Sugu. I imagine that made him so fucking mad.” He blinks, shaking out of his reverie to look at you, with your puffy lips and tear streaked, pretty little face.

“I'll do anything for you, Princess.” You blink a fresh set of tears on those spiky lashes, God you're beautiful.

“It meant so much you standing up for me.” You snuggle against him, the ghost of your serious confession in the air. He doesn't push you, or bring it up thankfully, you had been so worried…

“I am falling for you, Princess. I've never felt like this.” Your heart melts at that, as he kisses you so gently, your lips meld into his. “Don't be embarrassed it just may take me… a little-”

“You're fine, Sugu, promise!” He trails little kisses down your cheeks, sticky with your dried tears.

“Let's go shower, pretty. Then get some rest. I think I have a plan for tomorrow.”

“Can't believe we'll leave soon!” He helps you up, bringing you to the bathroom then and starting the shower.

“I know. I've gotten used to waking up with you already.” You flush happily, and as he pulls you into the spray of the hot water, you feel so content, even if…

You'd just blurted the love bomb on him.

And came with your ex on the phone.

Tonight? Wild.

Best night ever.

Chapter 7

Ao3 chap

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Landslide

Summary: Melissa's doing a lot of self-reflection while she ponders about what the future might hold for the two of you.

Feel free to listen to my cover of the song too!

WC: 1.95k

Melissa Schemmenti has been through a lot- there’s no two ways about that statement. She’s had plenty of rough seasons, and they’ve shaped who she is today. And then you came crashing into her life the day that you quite literally tripped and fell walking into her during the first day of development at Abbott your first year. Your mere existence threw her into an existential crisis, and that was before the two of you started dating. And now? She’s contemplating asking you to marry her (how you managed to get her to rethink her entire outlook on life, love, and marriage without your realizing it is beyond her). With this revelation of hers that she might want to get married again, she’s doing a lot of reflection of the course of her life.

I took my love, I took it down. I climbed a mountain and I turned around. And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills, til the landslide brought me down.

She used to wear her heart on her sleeve. That’s actually how she fell in love with Joe. It was a typical school girl crush in the eighties when she met him in an entry level writing course during college that everybody was required to take in order to graduate. They fell in what she thought was love and got married far quicker than she had ever expected herself to do. She had climbed that mountain, and she almost made it to the top. But then, their marriage had turned into the situation that she had promised herself she would never be in. She turned around, and as she began her trek down, she saw her reflection in what was now a snow covered hill. She saw the way that this experience changed her, and she knew that she would never be the same again- not after what Joe had done. And then the landslide brought her down, and she had fallen from what felt like the highest peak, and she found herself in one of the lowest valleys.

Oh, mirror in the sky: what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Building herself back up to be as much of the Melissa Schemmenti that she knew and missed was a process, and the redhead knew that it was always going to a little different than it once was.

Melissa found herself looking up at the sky quite often, feeling a sense of serenity when the sun in the sky shone on her face or when the droplets of water that fell from the clouds trailed down her face and she couldn’t quite tell what was rain and what was tears. It was freeing and made her feel as though everything might just be okay.

The redheaded woman was looking up at the sky on a rather cloudy and dismal day as she wandered through the city aimlessly when she finally decided to ask herself what love really is.

Melissa came to the realization that day that she had no idea what love was. Her mother and father certainly didn’t have the love story everyone yearned for- no, they ended up divorced by the time the redhead was ten. She remembers hearing their fights, the cursing and tears, while she lay in bed trying to fall asleep. A part of her had died in those years, and she truly wondered in that moment if the inner child within her heart could ever rise above and find love- true, real, and natural love that wasn’t forced or expected of her.

The woman walked through the city without a destination, wondering if she could handle the changing ocean tide of being in a marriage to being single again. Could she handle the different seasons of her life that were yet to come? She supposed she made it this far, so she can’t give up now- if anything to spite whatever God was trying to make her life a living hell.

Well I’ve been afraid of changing, cause I built my life around you. But time makes you bolder, even children get older. And I’m getting older too.

That night, Melissa went back to the small apartment in the middle of Center City Philadelphia that she couldn’t quite yet call a home. She stood out on her balcony, eyes focused down on the streets below her. Somewhere, Joe was roaming those streets looking for his next booty call. And in that moment, she realizes that she needs to change her ways- it’s been two months that she’s been moping around since the divorce was filed.

But she was terrified of change. She had built this whole life around Joe and his friends and family, and she lost it all in an instance when she caught him in their bed with another woman.

With time, Melissa’s heart healed and mended itself- the only true remedy for heartache and heartbreak. And in that time, she grew to love where she worked at Abbott Elementary. She grew bigger and bolder, back into the woman that didn’t put up with shit and marched to the beat of her own drum.

Years passed, and the redhead found herself watching her first class graduate from Abbott. Only then did she realize that even children grow and get older- onto their new chapter, and then in a few short years she would find herself at their high school graduations cheering and clapping for them among their families.

But Melissa Schemmenti was like family to some of those kids- like a second mother, or even a first mother in certain cases. And she would continue to be there for them.

Only after she enters the door to her townhouse that at least somewhat feels like a home to her now does the second grade teacher realize that she too is getting older.

And then you came around. You started working at Abbott when Melissa was finally settled into her own being and she was happy with where she was in life. And you came and shook that all up in your flowery sundresses and bright smile. You turned her world upside down with your infectious positivity and sunny disposition. The redhead who wore mostly muted colors with her pleather pants and leather jacket started to wear brighter colors again, because you unintentionally made her see the world like she was living in technicolor.

And after a few months of you working there, the two of you began to see each other romantically. You brought out parts of the hardheaded second grade teacher that she thought she would never see again, yet she was still Melissa. She was still the woman who knew a guy and wasn’t afraid to back down from a bare knuckle fist fight or to bring out her bat to destroy someone’s car who wronged her. You found yourself loving that. You also found yourself loving the way that Melissa would turn soft for you in an instant if you needed it. You knew she was the woman of your dreams, and the redhead felt that too oddly enough.

And so, here she is in her classroom as she waits for you to finish up a meeting with Malik’s parents and doing some self-reflection again as she wonders if maybe you are the miracle that she’s been waiting for her entire life- if you are the one true, real, natural love that she’s been looking for. If you’re the one that she’s going to throw caution to the wind for and get married to.

Well I’ve been afraid of changing, cause I built my life around you. But time makes you bolder, even children get older. And I’m getting older too.

She’s been afraid of change her entire life. Melissa Schemmenti thrives off of routine and the things that she knows to be true in the world. But you came and shook everything up, and she’s built her new life around you now. Is she willing to change everything if a second marriage of hers goes south again?

But… time has made her bolder. Time has shown the redhead that no matter what happens, she’s resilient- she’ll make it through. And genuinely, she isn’t so sure that she would hate the change of being married again, as long as it was to you.

Time passes around her slowly as she looks around her classroom and realizes just how much has truly changed since she started teaching you and even just in the past few years that you’ve been in her life.

The kids that she started out with are onto the real world, they’ve grown up. They’re off creating their lives, creating families and raising beautiful children that are now wandering through the halls of Abbott themselves.

The practice of teaching has changed and evolved as Melissa’s been here, and while she’s always been afraid of change, the redhead realizes that she’s always been changing and growing to fit the standards of the time in order to give her students the best education she can.

And you? You’ve brought a new sense of life and passion into her world… she’s getting older, she’s aware of this. Maybe you’re worth the potential landslide that could take her out again. She doubts you will- you’re nothing like her ex-husband in the slightest. And that gives her hope. The lingering fears though stay with her, because much like you’ve shaped her, so have her past experiences.

Oh, take my love, take it down. Oh, climb a mountain and you turn around. And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, well the landslide brought me down. And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, well the landslide bring it down.

Melissa’s worn her heart on her sleeve when it comes to you. And so far, she hasn’t had to take it down. You’ve both climbed the mountain, but neither of you have turned around. She saw her reflection as she climbed up, and she’ll be quite frank: she still glances down at the snow-covered hills occasionally when a moment of self-doubt and self-worth takes over. But she doesn’t think that the landslide will ever bring the two of you down.

And so, she opens her phone and pulls up the number of one of her guys.

“Jack? I think I need a ring,” she says into the phone lowly, praying to God you aren’t coming around the corner.

“For?”

“I think I found the future Mrs. Schemmenti,” Melissa reveals with a soft smile on her face. “I’m done letting the landslide bring me down.”

“Meet me tomorrow after work, and I’ll have a few things picked out for you.”

She hangs up the phone with a smile.

You walk into her classroom a few moments later, bags slung over your shoulder.

“Hey, babe,” you sigh. “You ready to go home? I’m beat, and I need some relaxation and Desperate Housewives.”

Melissa chuckles softly as she stands from her desk chair and grabs her own bag. She stretches to peck your cheek before taking your left hand in her own. Subconsciously, she rubs her thumb on your ring finger as she thinks about the meeting that she has tomorrow with her guy.

Melissa Schemmenti has always been afraid of change… always wanted to heal that inner child of hers that used to look up into the night sky and wonder what love was. And here she was, changing for you and knowing what love truly felt like.

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moonlit-imagines · 7 months ago

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Headcanons for being Thor’s child and longing for a Midgardian

Thor Odinson x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anon 🧀: “hi!!! Can I reqs a thor odinson x daughter reader where reader is secretly crushing on a Midgardian girl. and you know how loki can basically read minds he figures it out eventually and everyday her and uncle loki sneak to Midgard to see this girl behind thors back, but funny thing is she's never had a crush before and this one being on a Midgardian girl she's like super confused. and one day thor catches them and she has to explain how she feels abt this girl to him and he's like "....welp i love a Midgardian woman too!" And she's like super relieved and thor goes and meets her(crush) and he's super sweet to her Then thor and uncle loki help her confess to this girl and one day y/n goes to her and just tells her how she feels and by this point they are like best friends so she's super nervous but the girl likes her too and she goes back home and screams to uncle loki abt how amazing she is and what had happened while loki is just laughing at her inexperience with partners.”

you were quite the rebel, you thought

asgardian royalty with a terrible secret: you’d fallen for a midgardian

and just how were you supposed to make that work, it was laughable

heimdall always made sure to cover for you when you made your “trips”

“be sure to be back by supper, y/n. you know how your father gets” -heimdall

“yes, yes, ‘we must feast, my child!’” -you mocked

“you’d be surprised at how much you and him have in common, young one” -heimdall

“he is my father, after all. i’d hope to be like him, although i fear i’m already quite more brave and strong than he could ever hope to be” -you snarked

“be gone, thorson/dottir, before you make me chuckle” -heimdall

lol ur lil human partner made u chuckle for sure theyre so fragile

oh, and they didn’t exactly know what you were…as in a nordic “god” from the realm of asgard visiting midgard against your better judgement

“your accent is so cute, what is it exactly?” -s/o

“uh, brit—austr—slav—it’s um, well i just grew up around, you know, that area with a bunch of different accents. bit of mutt.” -you

“oh, so like, you’re from new england?” -s/o

“there’s a new england? what was wrong with the old one?” -you

yeah you were not so good at hiding that you clearly weren’t from around there

but you were learning. slowly

meanwhile on asgard

“y/n, you have a strange look upon your face” -loki “might i acquaint it to…love?”

your eyes went wide and loki gave a mischievous smile that would normal shake you a bit, but this love kept you fearless

“oh, dont you give me that look, uncle. are you mad?” -you “ah, what am i saying? ‘course you are”

“oh do i have a look? no, this is just my normal face” -loki, sarcastically

“see, that i’d believe. except you’re truly a menace when someone is happy” -loki

“not to you, oh never!” -loki “so tell me more?”

you rolled your eyes and left it to the imagination, as you weren’t quite ready to let any details go yet

and even thor was starting to get suspicious

“my child, you speak of this love yet i have not seen them! and why do i hear this from loki, am i not your father?” -thor

“yes, you are, but it’s not a big deal. let’s not get lost in the details. just young fascination, might be gone by tomorrow” -you, desperately trying to throw off the trail

he gasps

“you are lying to your own father!” -thor

“am not” -you

“our lineage does not simply become fascinated one day and bored the next, who is this person you do not wish for me to know of?” -thor

you both stare at each other

your lips curl up a bit

his do, as well

“are they of another realm?” -thor

“how did you know?!” -you

“because mine is too!” -thor

“you lie to me?!” -you

“i just forgot to mention it” -thor

“convenient!” -you

“midgardian?” -thor

“…you’re good” -you

“like father, like child” -thor

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 months ago

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Hi, I’ve fallen deeply in love with your Donna/Reader stories, thank you for keeping us well fed with it. If it’s okay, could I request some fluff where a clumsy Reader accidentally fractured a limb or smth like that, and Donna is trying her best to make sure they recover but her way of caring is overwhelming, to the point she doesn’t let Reader do anything because they might hurt themselves again, and Reader just needs some room to breathe.

Yesss!!!! Thanks for your support, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

Your hopeless clumsyness

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff,

Word count: 8,447

Summary: Maybe she's a bit overwhelming...

N/A: Yeah, I'm back!!! Sorry for the waiting!!!! As always, sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“It was funny…” you sighed, taking a last sip of your glass of wine like every night.

The woman in black looked up but her smile did not adorn her face.

“It doesn't seem like it to me, tesoro,” she whispered, shaking her head, with a sad look that made you frown.

“Why?” you asked curiously, leaning forward, without losing that romantic and almost amused look.

“Something could have happened to you, (Y/N),” she said, with a cold and dark tone, accentuating her displeasure after one of your thousand anecdotes.

“Oh, no, no, it was just a fall down the hill, the snow cushioned me,” you explained with a slightly more serious tone, downplaying it with a gesture of your hand. “Nothing happened to me… Well, I had some injuries but nothing serious, it was worth it.”

“Was it worth it to fall off a hill?” the lady asked, her voice cracking from the coldness with which you spoke of one of your countless dangerous situations.

“Hey, it wasn't my fault... I tripped on a root and...” you said hastily, putting your hands in front of your body.

“You should watch where you step, it's not the first time you've told me something like that,” she whispered, also drinking from her glass of wine. “Nor the first time I've seen you stumbling.”

You searched for some intelligent response to that comment, but you didn't have one. Almost everything that happened in your life was the product of an absurdly exaggerated innate clumsiness.

In fact, the change that your life went through was also due to one of your lapses.

In that sinister village it was difficult to stand out, to differentiate yourself from the flock, faithful to Mother Miranda and the Black Gods. You all had the misfortune of being born in that place, of living protected by those black wings, by those characters that, if it were a horror novel, would be called monsters.

Living quietly was one of the advantages of that horrible place. Nobody bothered you. Nobody made your life different. Everything was a tedious dark passage in which your souls in pain walked aimlessly.

Where to? Nobody knew. For what purpose? To serve the deities.

Daughter of humble farmers, you never had the desire or concern to know what would happen if you stood out, if you stuck your head out above the crowd.

But even if you didn't want it, the Gods intended to make you shine, to make all eyes turn to you in the most unordinary way, of course. Since you were very young, you had problems with the little things in life. Ordinary actions like walking, jumping, running... They were special occasions for the clumsy (Y/N) to draw everyone’s attention.

But, even if your clumsiness was a flaw, you never saw it that way. The smile always adorned your face and conformity gave you the peace of mind you needed to move on with your boring life. No matter how many times you fell, you always got up, you always laughed at yourself to prevent others from doing the same.

That time when you felt that you were truly in danger, was the turning point that changed your tedious life forever.

After one of Mother Miranda's special masses, you made your way through the crowd as always, without the slightest care. The blow wasn’t long in coming; a sudden stumble against something black stopped your hurried steps.

You expected a villager's scolding, a reprimand from some older person for your lack of care but, when you looked up, you froze completely.

You hadn't hit an old man or some poor farmer, no, your body had decided to crash into a dangerous woman, into one of the four pillars that supported Miranda’s cult.

Four Lords, four authorities guarded and protected the village. You were always afraid of them, like the rest of the villagers. You always kept away from them until that day, the day when your clumsiness disturbed the slow and ghostly walk of the lady in black, of the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

Not all the apologies could save you from a punishment for your clumsiness. You remembered the words of your parents, those words that warned you that one day your carelessness would have consequences.

The lady's veiled head turned to you slowly and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying that at least you would have a dignified end unlike the legends that spoke of the fools who dared to cross her lands.

You clasped your hands together and your dry mouth couldn't properly utter an apology. The laughter of the Angie doll seemed like the last sound you were going to hear.

The end never came.

The cold of that morning ran through your skin as the lady walked away with a strange gesture. You sighed in relief at that luck, at not having offended that dangerous woman.

One more anecdote or so you thought, one more episode in your innumerable list of accidents. It wasn't like that.

Without knowing exactly how, you began to meet the lady in black more frequently.The black veil covering her face danced every time she moved to look at you longer and longer, with increasingly slower steps.

You would be lying if you said that this woman never made you curious. In fact, she was the only Lord of whom you knew nothing but rumors and legends. A monster, a horrible deformity… The words that described Lady Beneviento were few and terrible, enough to make your legs tremble when she was near.

These encounters led to silent, whispered and seemingly unimportant conversations.

The woman in black spoke through her doll asking you questions about yourself, prying into your life without any qualms. After all, you were a villager, she was a Lord.

In a surprising way, you yourself began to find comfort in these exchanges of words. You began to wish for them to happen.

The sweet, hoarse, melodic sound of her voice pierced the high walls of your heart, that protection you had against stupid crushes. It didn't take Donna any work to break down those walls, to pass through them and land on your chest.

Maybe it was the lavender in her perfume, those thin and seemingly soft hands or her honeyed accent... You didn't know why, but it didn't take long for you to fall in love with her.

That feeling conditioned your future encounters. The distance that separated you two was getting smaller and smaller and the scenery that surrounded you stopped being the cold village to become the old walls of that mansion.

The black veil disappeared as a final step in that strange relationship you had formed. Donna was beautiful, a truly beautiful woman. No scar could ever shade the sparkle in that eye, the perfection of her features.

Your lips met slowly, wanting to do so but at the same time afraid of rejection. It was a feeling that disappeared as you deepened that kiss, as you said with a look, with a caress, that you were in love with each other.

The doll maker was a strange, sick and disturbed woman, but with her you felt safe, in her arms you felt that that you had found the reason for your clumsy existence: to share it with her.

“You're exaggerating,” you commented, crossing your arms amused.

Donna shook her head, with that look she always had when you talked about your past, about your funny and showy excursions to the mountains.

“Something could have happened to you and... I... I... I wouldn't have met you,” the lady murmured, slowly getting up to pick up the plates.

You smiled at that romantic comment, and you also got up, gently grabbing her hand and pulling it softly.

“Donna... You worry too much...” you said with a tender smile, cupping her pale and soft face with your hands and placing your lips softly on hers; a gesture that always caused the lady's tension to disappear while she followed the rhythm of your tireless kisses.

“If I didn't, I wouldn't love you, tesoro,” she whispered, lovingly grabbing the hands that held her face and lowering them to your waist. “If I lost you, I would...”

“Yes, I know, I know,” you said amused, rolling your eyes.

Again, she didn't move, her smile didn't match yours. Donna sighed, kissing you quickly before moving away from you and stacking the plates on the table.

“I'm going to pick this up,” she commented in a low voice. “When I get back we could read together, if you want.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you said, nodding and frowning. “Hey, wait, Donna, let me help you,” you whispered, moving closer to pick up one of the plates.

“No, it's not necessary,” she said, moving away from your attempt with a worried voice.

“Come on, honey, you've been cooking for me… Let me help you…” you said insistently picking up the glasses from the table and walking after her.

“No, no, you could hurt yourself,” Donna said, approaching you and juggling to pick up the glasses you were holding.

“Oh, please…” you sighed offended, crossing your arms and shaking your head. “I'm not useless.”

“I know, tesoro, but… What if you drop them on the floor?” she said, moving away before your surprised gasp attracted her again.

“Why would that happen to me? How pessimistic,” you joked, pretending to be offended.

“It happened to you yesterday,” Donna commented, with an amused smile, walking towards the elevator.

You blinked in complete defeat, sighing and hanging your head.

“Ugh, okay, but just for you to know, I’m not as clumsy as I look,” you hissed.

Well, you felt a bit of overprotection from the brunette, one that had enough reasons, but that was starting to tire you out.

“Okay,” she said with a sigh, winking at you and turning to walk towards the elevator. “Sit down, (Y/N), I’ll be right back.”

“Bah…” you sighed, turning to walk towards your reading corner. “Come on, it’s not like I’m that… Ouch!” you protested when, as you turned around, your face hit a wall, making you blush as you turned around embarrassed.

Luckily, Donna didn't see that bump on your nose, one you rubbed with your hand, cursing under your breath as you sat down on the small couch.

“I'm going to tell Donna…” a shrill, childish sing-song interrupted your moans. Angie, as always, was there to see what Donna couldn't, unfortunately. “Silly”

“I like you too, Angie,” you said ironically, with a nasal voice due to that crash, making your indignation grow more.

You knew Donna was like that, you knew that you were the only one who dared to love her, to not abandon her. You certainly couldn't blame her for wanting to protect you, but you were starting to think that maybe her attitude accentuated your flaws even more.

Exaggerated protection or something else? It was the question that danced in your mind when you were alone.

It was true that your clumsiness was about to cause you a lot of trouble, but the brunette's attitude was even more exaggerated than your parents'. Little by little, that feeling of living in cotton wool began to form a horrible word in your head: Distrust.

Donna's lack of faith in you was something impossible to believe given the circumstances, but you felt a lacking in the freedom you enjoyed before, no matter how comical the consequences were.

Fortunately, the lady returned shortly after and her kisses and soft caresses erased those horrible thoughts from your head; her hand was tangled in your hair while her gaze pretended to be fixed on her book, something you knew was not the case, since her mouth raised every time she saw you looking at her.

A small click interrupted your discreet and continuous kisses, kisses that said you had forgotten to read. Immediately after, darkness fell over you. The dim light that illuminated the room disappeared.

“Oh, wow…” Donna sighed, slowly separating from you and keeping a hand on your body. “The fuses.”

“Fuses?” you asked, slowly getting up, making the heat of her body fade in a slow and painful way. “Well, I don’t care…”

“I have to change them or we won't be able to use the elevator,” she said, slowly getting up to light one of the candles on the table before your disapproving look. “Stay here, tesoro. I'll be here right away.”

“Wait” you said, getting up too. “I'll do it, where are those fuses?”

“In the attic,” the lady said, pointing to the ceiling. “I'll go, (Y/N), it's dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you protested unintentionally, bringing back to light the tension that had formed in your mind. “Come on, I just have to go up some stairs, let…”

“I said no,” Donna said with a dark, cold tone, one that made you step back. “Stay here.”

“Why? I'm just trying to help,” you complained, crossing your arms, letting out a bit of your frustration. “I said I'm going.”

“And I said you're not going, you could fall down the stairs, you don't know the house as well as I do,” she said in her defense. “What's wrong with you?”

“What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you, Donna?” you asked with a sarcastic tone, with a sad look. “I want to do something for once,”

“I don't need you to do anything, (Y/N), just being with me is enough,” the lady said, frowning.

“Of course, of course…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Donna, I'm sick of you thinking something's always going to happen to me. You don't let me clean because I could fall, you don't let me cook because gas is dangerous, damn it, you don't even let me make a damn tea,” you said, letting out your worries, maybe in a slightly abrupt way.

“I care about you, does it annoy you?” she asked, approaching in a threatening way, angry at the tone of your words.

“No, well, I don't know, Donna,” you said in a lower tone, fearing a crisis, one of those extremely painful moments when the lady in black lost her mind. “I'd like to feel like I'm useful at least for once.”

“You're useful to me, (Y/N),” she said, with a thankfully calmer tone. “But you're not careful with what you do.”

“Oh, the clumsy (Y/N) can't even take two steps without tripping, is that it?” you asked with an ironic tone, perhaps more childish than you intended. “Jeez, Donna... Trust me.”

“It's your fault for telling me all those horrible things that have happened to you,” she protested, also in a childish way. “I don't want anything to happen to you.”

“I understand, but I want you to trust me, okay? Just a little,” you whispered with a softer tone, lifting the lady's chin.

“I trust you, tesoro, but it's just that...” she sighed, resting her forehead on yours. “I don't want to lose you…”

“You won't lose me,” you said with a smile, kissing her quickly. “Let me fix the fuse, okay?”

“Mm, I don't know…” she sighed, kissing the back of your hand, thoughtful.

“Please,” you said with shining eyes, with the dim light accentuating that puppy look even more.

“Va… Va bene,” Donna murmured, unsure but nodding forcibly. “The, the fuses are in the attic. You have to find a trapdoor upstairs and…”

“Oh, yes, yes, I know where you mean,” you said excitedly, taking the candlestick and approaching the stairs. “The trapdoor next to the bathroom, right?”

“Y-Yes,” she said, following you slowly and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Please go up the ladder carefully.”

“Okay,” you said, slurring your voice in an exaggerated way as you started to climb, passing by the beautiful portrait of the lady. “Seriously, Donna, you look gorgeous in this painting.”

“Look ahead,” she said, laughing shyly at your compliment.

You laughed too, climbing carefully. As expected, you tripped on one of the steps.

“Shit…” you muttered as you lost your balance, but sighed in relief when you used the railing to keep from falling, looking at the source of that stumble. “Hey, I'm fine,” you said amused. “This carpet bar is loose,” you commented, bending down to illuminate the problem.

“Gods, (Y/N)…” Donna sighed, with a hand on her chest.

“See? Nothing happened,” you commented in a triumphant voice, walking down the hallway on the upper floor, shining light on the ceiling to look for the trapdoor.

The ladder was precarious, but surprisingly, you managed to climb up to the attic and grab one of the new fuses. There were no incidents; your ascent and descent were flawless. You couldn't help but feel proud of that.

“Donna, I got it!” you shouted with a smile, waving the fuse in your hand. “Where do I put it?”

The lady in black looked up at you from below, with a fake smile, shaking her head.

“The fuse box is in the guest room, with a bit of luck, that's the one that failed,” the brunette explained, pointing to the room behind you.

“Oh, luck is my last name,” you joked in a petulant tone, turning on your heels.

“Allow me to doubt that, tesoro," Donna said, laughing amusedly. “Be careful with…”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you said sighing, making a gesture with your hand to play it down. “Relax, honey, I feel lucky today.”

“That's what worries me…” she whispered, looking at you expectantly as you entered the old room.

“Oh, there you are,” you said, walking quickly to the old fuse box, opening it and confirming that it was the one that failed. “It was this one!” you shrieked, leaving the chandelier on the nightstand and removing the old fuse.

A spark startled you, but you kept your calm elegantly, inserting the new one and masterfully avoiding a second shock.

The light returned to the mansion and with it your triumph over the brunette's worries, something that you would rub mercilessly in her face for days, or that was your intention.

“What do you say now? The clumsy (Y/N) has done something dangerous and has come out unscathed,” you said proudly, leaning on the railing.

Donna laughed and shook her head.

“You've been lucky, that's all,” she commented mockingly.

“Blah, blah, blah,” you said, moving your hand to imitate her in an even more exaggerated way as you went around the railing, ready to go down the stairs. “Donna, I think you owe me an apology,” you said with your head held high, starting to go down. “You saw that I am capable of… Ah!”

A screech interrupted your victorious speech. The bar that was holding the carpet to the stairs, the one that was loose, made your foot trip hopelessly. You couldn't grab onto anything, since you didn't even look where you stepped, which caused a resounding fall along the stairs.

“(Y/N)!” the lady shrieked, running towards you and hastily bending down to get you up. “Gods, are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, it was just… A fall… I can get up by myself and…” you said with your body and pride hurt, trying to lean on the brunette to get up, something impossible, since when you put one of your legs on the floor, the pain was unbearable. “Ah, wait, wait, I can't.”

“Does something hurt?” Donna asked, visibly upset, slowly putting you down again. “Idiota, I told you that…”

“Hey, don't insult me, Donna…” you protested, waving your hands, pushing her overwhelming concern away from your body. “My leg…”

“Your leg? Let me, let me take a look,” the brunette said, ignoring your protests and lifting the skirt of your dress, gently running her hand over your skin, a hand that used to be sweet and soft, but that now felt like a thousand knives digging into your flesh.

“Ahhhhh! Stop, stop, don’t touch me!” you squealed nervously, hitting the floor with your fists. “It hurts!”

“I know, but…” she said nervously, not quite knowing what to do. “Gods… I’ll call Mother Miranda right away…”

“No, not her!” you protested, trying to control the pain. You certainly weren’t the raven woman’s most fervent supporter… “Sure, sure it’s nothing,” you whispered in pain, trying to stand up again, without success. “Oh, shit! Shit!”

“You probably broke it, (Y/N), stop complaining and stay here, I'll be back in a moment,” Donna said, getting up and running to the living room.

“Damn stairs…” you whispered, glancing at your aching leg and then at the step responsible for it.

“Everything okay, silly?” Angie asked, suddenly appearing in front of you. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”

“Angie…” you groaned as you watched the doll walk around you. “I'm not in the mood.”

“Did you fall?” she asked ironically, laughing out loud. “Clumsy, clumsy, you are a clumsy fool…”

“Yes, yes, thanks for your encouragement,” you hissed in pain, shaking your head.

“Where does it hurt? Here?”

“Yiaaaaah!” you screamed echoing off the walls as the puppet's hand landed on your injured leg. “Damn it, Angie!”

“Is that it? Wait, wait, I have to check,” the doll said, showing no mercy to your pain and touching you again with a wooden finger.

“Yiaaaah! You motherfu…!”

“Angie, basta,” Donna interrupted, causing the doll to move away with sinister laughter. “Hold on, tesoro,” she said, crouching down next to you and placing her hand on your leg again.

“Ahhh! Will you stop touching my leg!?” you screamed furiously, with tears of pain appearing in your bright eyes.

The lady retreated frightened, trying unsuccessfully to remain calm.

“Mother Miranda will come soon… Let me… Help you sit on the sofa…” she said, bending down to put your arm around her shoulders, painfully pulling you up.

The queen of the village, the high priestess, was quick to arrive and examine you despite your distrust. You knew what that woman would be capable of, you knew it perfectly. You didn't want to be a lycan.

“Mm, yes, it's broken,” the blonde woman commented after examining your leg with some kind of unknown power. You, unlike with Donna and Angie, swallowed your screams, focusing the pain on the brunette's poor hand. “It must have been a nasty fall, (Y/N).”

“Yes...” you murmured glancing sideways at the priestess, who was wielding a smile that could give anyone the creeps.

“I'm sorry, Donna, it seems that your little doll will have to rest for a while,” Miranda said in a velvety, ironic tone.

“Will she be okay?” the lady in black asked, caressing you gently, masterfully holding the strong grip of your hand in hers.

“Mm, I think so,” the witch commented, nodding disinterestedly, drinking some of the tea that her faithful adopted daughter had prepared for her. “She will have to be put in a cast but it’s not a serious matter, maybe in a couple of months she will recover.

“Two months?” you asked, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa and catching the attention of the blonde, who looked at you slowly, pretending that she didn’t feel contempt for a simple villager like you. “But, but, but… You, you are powerful, aren't you? Can't you heal me?”

“I can, but maybe you wouldn't like the results,” she said with a disinterested voice, accompanied by a fixed and chilling look. “I suppose that Donna doesn't either, am I wrong?”

“(Y/N), don't be rude,” the lady in black scolded you, looking fearfully at her mother. “Listen to Mother Miranda.”

“Donna, dear, call the Duke, we have to go to the laboratory,” the raven woman ordered.

“Of course, Mother Miranda,” Donna said, letting you go instantly to obey the blonde, leaving you uncomfortably alone with her.

“Poor Donna, you give her a lot of trouble, don't you?” the blonde commented amused, staring at you, a look you couldn't escape from.

“I'm not doing it on purpose, Mother Miranda,” you whispered, looking away and crossing your arms, protesting the pain.

“Mm, if you did… Well, your leg would be the least of your worries,” the witch hissed, resting her golden claws on your injured leg, comically making you endure a terrible cry of pain.

“Ah, shit…” you complained in a very low voice, with the sound of a satisfied laugh eclipsing your rudeness.

You had always boasted of your ability to avoid misfortunes. Although it was hard to believe, it was the first time you ended up with a broken limb, with your leg in a strange cast.

“Okay, let me help you…” Donna whispered, pushing the wheelchair that Miranda lent you towards the bedroom, putting your arm around her shoulders again and taking you in a chivalrous manner in her arms. “That's it…”

“Oh, wow,” you said amused, holding on tightly to Donna as she gently lowered you onto the bed. “I could get used to this…”

“Don't joke, (Y/N),” the lady said, helping you undress carefully, with a serious, cold look.

“I'm sorry,” you laughed, moving as best you could so the lady could put your pajamas on you. “Come on, say it.”

“Cosa?” she asked, focused on not hurting you. “What do you want me to say?”

“Come on, you're looking forward to it,” you said, already ready to sleep, dragging yourself with your arms towards the pillow. “Say that you warned me, that you were right…” you sighed, looking at the ceiling.

“What? No, tesoro,” Donna said, sitting next to you and lovingly playing with your hair. “I'm not happy about what happened to you, (Y/N)… I was so worried about you…”

“Well, you see it's nothing serious, I guess I need some rest and I'll be ready to change fuses again,” you said amused, making Donna laugh shyly and shook her head with a tired sigh.

“Just focus on recovering,” the lady said, fluffing your pillow so you were more comfortable and covering you in a motherly way, a gesture you thanked with a warm smile.

“Mm, with you by my side I'm sure I'll do it soon,” you sighed, relaxed by the painkillers, closing your eyes slowly.

“Don't doubt it, (Y/N), don't doubt it for a second,” Donna said with a nervous voice, as if she had been bothered by your innocent comment. “I'll take care of you, amore mio…”

“Great… That's all I need,” you murmured sleepily after receiving a loving kiss on the forehead along with a sigh. “Mm? Donna, aren't you coming to bed?” you asked as you felt her weight disappear from the mattress.

“I'll sleep in the office, I don't want to move and hurt you,” the lady explained, covering you well again while you protested with a childish whine.

“Donna… Donnie…” you stammered, moving your hand erratically to reach and caress her black dress.

“I've told you a thousand times not to call me…” she hissed, suddenly stopping talking, as if she had realized something. “I'm sorry, call me whatever you want, okay?”

“Sleep here with me, please…” you sighed, trying not to let sleep take over you. “Come on, please, I'm so cold without you…”

“Um, are you cold? Wait, I'll get another blanket and…” she said hurriedly, moving away from your clumsy grip on her dress.

“I want you to be my blanket,” you protested with a fake sob. “Come with me, Donna, please… You won't say no to wounded girl, right?” you joked, unable to open your eyes.

“I would never be able to do that, (Y/N),” Donna whispered, sighing in surrender, kissing the back of your sleeping hand and finally agreeing to your request, snuggling up to you under the sheets.

Being in the chair was a great impediment to your daily routine.

Normally with the morning light your body asked for love with Donna, a full breakfast and a relaxing walk through the grounds. The nice weather was always a reason to leave the darkness of the old estate, even if it was for a moment.

But your leg prevented you from doing so. After a somewhat different breakfast, lacking coffee and toast, the lady in black kept her promise to take care of you, helping you get dressed, moving to the chair.

Of course, you couldn't complain, but, after spending hours in the living room doing nothing but reading the same books over and over again, you were starting to get bored. You even played cards with Angie, something you normally refused to do.

“Uff,” you sighed, looking at the midday sun rays that seemed to mock you.

Donna, as always, worked on her dolls tirelessly, far from you, leaving her faithful doll responsible for your care, a bit of a risky idea.

“I'm going for a walk, ah!” you said as you turned the chair around, hitting your injured leg against the wall. “Damn chair…”

“Do you need help, silly, silly?” the doll asked, climbing onto your knees. “Where are you going?”

“Leave me alone, Angie, I'm going for a walk,” you said, moving the chair with effort across the room. “Angie!”

“I'm sorry, silly, but I'm afraid I can't let you do that,” the doll protested, getting down from the chair and locking the wheels. “Donna has ordered me to take care of you and that's what I'm going to do.”

“Oh, Gods…” you sighed, trying unsuccessfully to unlock the wheels. “Stop fooling around, I just want to take a ride around the grounds.”

“No,” Angie said, comically shaking her head.

Luckily, those couple of years you spent in the mansion made you know the weak points of that sinister puppet, or well, almost.

“Okay, Angie, tell me one thing: If Donna asked you to take care of me… why are you bothering me?” you asked, playing a mind game that rarely worked out well for you.

“Am I bothering you?” Angie asked, letting you know that your poor strategy was working. “Oh, wait…”

The doll quickly unlocked your chair, letting you move again with a satisfied smile towards the front door, managing to open it clumsily, but finding another obstacle in front of you.

“Oh…” you sighed when you saw the steps that separated you from a relaxing walk. “I don't think so…”

“Any problem?” the doll's mocking voice returned to your ears along with small steps on the wood.

“Yes…” you said, exhausted. “I can't go down… I'm going to ask Donna to help me.”

“You don't need to bother Donna for that, silly, I'm here,” Angie said with a cocky voice, walking behind your chair. “You want to go down there, right? I'll push you.”

“W-Wait,” you said, scared when the doll started to move your chair towards a sure fall. “Wait, Angie, wait… Not you.”

“Come on, silly, trust me,” she said laughing sinisterly, bringing you closer and closer to the stairs.

“No, no… Donna!” you screamed hastily as you saw how you lost your balance, about to fall down the stairs.

A strong tug on the chair stopped you from falling and behind you, the lady in black dragged you back, closing the door.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?” the brunette asked, turning the chair around and leaning towards you, caressing your cheek.

“Oh, Donna, thank you…” you said with a smile, one that she briefly returned. “I wanted to go out for a walk and Angie…”

“Angie!” the lady yelled furiously, causing the doll to run away in terror.

“What? I just wanted to help,” the puppet protested, comically taking refuge behind a table.

“It doesn't matter, Donna,” you said tenderly, redirecting the lady's attention to you. “Can you help me down the stairs? I'd like to take a walk around the grounds”

“No, not at all,” Donna said, shaking her head and pushing your chair into the living room quickly. “You can't move.”

“It's just a walk, nothing's going to happen to me,” you said, crossing your arms. “I need some fresh air.”

“No, what you need is to eat, (Y/N),” Donna corrected with a tender smile, touching the tip of your nose with her finger and going back behind you to push you towards the table. “That's it... Here...”

You looked at your steaming plate, closing your eyes. When you opened them, disappointment was the only thing you thought about.

“What’s this?” you asked, moving towards a clear and bland bowl of soup while the lady in black sat on a chair next to you.

“Soup,” she said indifferently, with a knowing smile. “Let's see...” she commented to herself, placing a napkin around your neck and getting a little closer to you.

“Soup? But Donna, today is Lasagna Wednesday...” you protested, trying to grab the spoon, something impossible, since her hand moved it out of your path.

“You have to recover, tesoro, I'm convinced that the soup it’s good for it,” she commented, bringing a spoonful to your mouth, one that you didn't see coming. “Is it too hot?”

“Um, no, but…” you said, shaking your head at the discomfort of her feeding you, something unimportant, for the moment… “But, nothing is wrong with my stomach, I can eat anything.”

“Shh, don't protest, amore mio, you'll see how good it feels for you,” she said with a tender smile, feeding you in a disturbing way. “Come on, open your mouth…”

“Hey, stop,” you said, refusing to take another spoonful, grabbing her wrist. “I can eat by myself.”

“You shouldn't make unnecessary efforts,” she said, elegantly fighting your protests. “(Y/N)…”

“No, Donna, this, is excessive… Nothing is wrong with my arms, I can do it by myself,” you said annoyed by her insistence.

“You're acting like a child,” she said in a stern tone, with a cold look that made you groan and turn away from her attempts to feed you.

“Really?” you said, pointing at the napkin that covered your chest. “Maybe because I look like a child. Seriously, Donna, stop worrying that much.”

“That's what you said last night,” she whispered, dipping the spoon into the soup again.

You sighed, realizing that it was too strong an argument, besides, moving in the chair made your arms sore. Surely the lady in black felt guilty in some way, you couldn't be mad at her, she was right, after all.

“Oh, okay, okay, just for once,” you whispered, opening your mouth for her to continue feeding you with a satisfied smile. “This is weird…”

“Strano? Perché?” she asked, wiping you with the napkin, a gesture that made you shift uncomfortably. “I'm just taking care of you, it's my duty.”

“Yes, but... Well, you know what? It doesn't matter, thanks, Donna,” you said with a smile, forgetting that discomfort, seeing the sparkle in her eye, a sparkle full of love, of responsibility.

An excessive tenderness couldn't be bad, right?

You might think that maybe Lady Beneviento had never had that situation where someone depended on her and not the other way. You knew her past, her illness, the horrible things that happened to her family, how the poor gardener took care of her until… Well, that didn't matter.

You knew that it was something new for her, just like love before she met you. Taking care of the person you loved didn't just seem like a simple task to Donna, it seemed like something much more important, an act of unconditional love, a desperate attempt to show that she would always be by your side.

As the first day went by, you realized that this overprotective attitude was far from changing.

Dinner was exactly the same as lunch, a disturbing moment in which the brunette fed you as if you were… A doll. That was a fleeting thought at first, but as the days went by, it became stronger and stronger.

“I'll be right back,” you said an afternoon when you were reading next to her quietly in your chair. At least those caresses, those stolen kisses hadn't changed.

“Where are you going?” the lady asked, putting her book aside and looking at you almost fearfully.

“Um, to the bathroom,” you said with a shy smile, slowly moving your chair and looking away because of your blush.

“Oh, yes... Wait,” Donna said, getting up from the sofa and grabbing the chair handlebars again. “Let me help you.”

“Um, no, I can do it,” you said shaking your head, putting your hands on the wheels so the brunette couldn't drag it.

“No, you can't, tesoro, come on, I'll take you,” the lady said, gently slapping your hands and taking you to the elevator.

You rolled your eyes, resting your hands on the elevator doors.

“(Y/N),” the lady hissed, removing your hands with an annoyed, disturbingly motherly gasp. “Stop fooling around, will you?”

“I don't need help with… That,” you protested, crossing your arms helplessly. “I've been going to the bathroom by myself all these days.”

“Yes, without telling me,” she said, entering the elevator with you and pressing the button nervously. “What if something had happened to you?”

“What could happen to me in the bathroom?” you asked in a slightly angry, incredulous tone. “I manage fine, honey, I don't need you to…”

“A lot of things, (Y/N). You could slip and… Oh, Gods, you could hit your head, you could fall and…”

“Don't talk nonsense, nothing is going to happen to me, besides, it's, it's something private...” you murmured, letting yourself be carried through the dark basement corridors. “Really, Donna, I've already told you that I can do it alone.”

“And I've told you that I'm not going to risk anything happening to you,” she said in a petulant tone, while she lifted you up in a humiliating manner, uncomfortably freeing you from your underwear while she sat you on the toilet.

“This is humiliating...” you growled, shaking your head. “Do you mind leaving me alone?”

“Oh, certo,” she said, shaking her head with a shy smile, closing the door slowly. “Tell me when you're done.”

“Ugh, damn it,” you hissed protesting, dying of embarrassment, with your face completely red.

Completely refusing to need her help, you sat back down on the chair without difficulty, heading out the door.

“What are you doing?” Donna asked, waiting patiently outside the bathroom, grabbing your chair before you could escape again. “I told you to let me know.”

“And I told you I could do it alone,” you protested. “Hey, stop, I don’t need you to carry me.”

“You’re so stubborn,” she said, ignoring your protests. “Look at you, did you even comb your hair this morning?”

“What? What’s wrong with my hair?” you asked grumbling, crossing your arms as she led you to the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it, my precious girl,” the lady said, leaving you in front of the vanity and adorning your cheek with a chaste kiss.

“Um, Donna, I think you're going too far,” you commented as she hummed happily while gently brushing your hair. “I don't need you to comb my hair.”

“Shh, amore mio,” she said softly in a disturbing whisper, kissing you again. “You have to look beautiful, mm? Beautiful for me…”

“Donna, you're scaring me,” you said frowning. “Have you taken your medication today?”

“What's with that unpleasant question? Shh, turn around…” she protested, her trembling hands manipulating your hair. “Of course I have.”

“Oh, okay…” you said when you felt a strong tug on your hair, one of the signs that indicated that the lady was nervous, something dangerous. “It's just that… I think, I think that you don't need to… Do so many things for me… I, I feel a bit overwhelmed.”

“Why? I just want to take care of you,” she said, softening her movements. “Is my love for you annoying?”

“What? Oh, Donna, don't start with your paranoia,” you said sighing. “I'm just saying that you don't have to... Comb my hair and feed me and...”

“Yes I have to,” she said in a brusque tone, tying your hair in a perfect ponytail, letting you look at yourself in the mirror. “Do you like it?”

“Um, yes but...” you said nervously unable to properly show her the reason for your discomfort.

“La mia piccola bambola...” she whispered, kissing you again, getting her lips on yours to stop your protests.

“Bambola?” you asked with a frown. “Did you call me doll?”

“Mm,” she said, nodding and resting her head on your shoulder, looking at your reflection in the mirror. “The most beautiful doll.”

“Oh, okay...” you sighed confused.

A broken doll? Was that what you were for her?

Your protests weren’t of much use, perhaps because you weren’t clear enough. Yes, you needed Donna’s help with certain things: getting dressed, getting out of bed, going to bed… But with everything else, you could do it on your own, something she didn’t understand.

Little by little, as time went by, that excessive care began to become more and more overwhelming. Donna was always taking care of you. She even stopped making her dolls to give you all her attention.

The tension increased, if only on your part. You felt more and more like a doll, and less like a human being. That overwhelming care was taking its toll on your health, which only made the situation worse. You had completely lost your independence, your freedom. At least that was the way your mind interpreted everything that was happening.

If only you hadn't gone to change that fuse...

“Careful, careful, (Y/N),” the lady said, helping you walk towards the sofa leaning on two crutches, something that your improvement allowed, but that, contrary to what you thought, didn’t serve to relax the brunette, rather the opposite. “I don't know why you insist on using those crutches. You could slip and break your other leg.”

“I'm much better, Donna,” you said with a fake smile, anger and tension masking your words. “I feel better like this.”

“Well, I don't,” she said, helping you to sit down. “You should keep using the chair.”

“That's what you'd like, right? No, thanks,” you protested, picking up the book you were reading, hissing in pain as you moved your still injured leg.

“Why do you say that? You're very grumpy lately, tesoro,” she said, sitting next to you and brushing a lock of hair away from your face.

“It must be that I didn't do photosynthesis today,” you said ironically, opening the book and ignoring the brunette's gaze. “Hey, where's Angie?”

“Oh, um, I deactivated her for a while, I think she was giving you nothing but trouble,” she explained, fluffing a cushion and placing it behind you in a motherly way, something you began to hate deeply.

“I never thought I'd say this but... I miss her,” you said sighing, hissing in pain as you held the book. Those crutches hurt your hands terribly.

“Wait, stop, let me help you,” she said, taking the book from your hands. “Okay, that's it...”

“You don't have to...” you protested, shaking your head.

“How about I read to you? You'll get less tired that way,” she suggested in an innocent way.

“No,” you said abruptly, snatching the book from her hands. “Don't you have to make your dolls?”

“N-No, I p-prefer to stay with you,” she stammered with a smile deformed by your abruptness.

“You know what? I don't want you to stay with me,” you said, without looking at her face. “I want to be alone, Donna.”

“But...”

“Is it really so hard for you to understand that I want some room? You haven't left me alone for a month, treating me like a baby, no, like a doll... Is that what I am to you? A broken doll?” you said angrily, leaving the book and crossing your arms.

“What? Why, why do you talk to me like that?” the lady asked with a sad look, controlling the tone of her voice. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn't hurt! I can't breathe, you don't let me live, you don't let me breathe! I'm sick of you!” you screamed irrationally. “Leave me alone!”

“(Y/N)…” she whispered, surprised by your reaction. “I'm just trying to…”

“Take care of me? You just annoy me, Donna,” you growled, crossing your arms. “I want you to leave me alone, to stop making soup, to revive Angie, to things to be like before, is that too much to ask?”

“That's, that's what I'm trying to do, for you to recover and…” she said, blinking nervously.

“No!” you shrieked, gesturing with your arms. “What you're trying to do is turn me into a doll.”

“How can you say that?” Donna asked in a harsher tone, getting up from the couch. “I can't believe you're that ungrateful.”

“You bore me, Donna, leave me alone, I can do everything myself, I don't need you, do you understand?” you said in an unpleasant way. “Let me breathe.”

“I…” she murmured, nervous and confused, with tears in her eye that soon ran down her cheek. “I've done something wrong… I've let you down and… You'll leave me…”

“Stop talking nonsense, I just want you to stop treating me like a useless person,” you said, with that same arrogance. “Can you do it?”

“I, I love you, and… I don't want anything to happen to you and… Have I done wrong? What have I done? What…?” she said nervously, shaking her head and squeezing it in her hands. “I just wanted to take care of you…”

“Donna,” you said, relaxing your attitude when you saw her nervous. “Listen, Donna, I…”

“You can't leave me, you can't… You can't… You, you need me…”

“No, that's not true,” you said softer. “Not the way you think, honey.”

“No…! No…!” she shrieked, disappearing down the hall, finally leaving you alone.

Your contained rage forced you not to move, to read quietly as you wished, at least for a while.

The sun disappeared from the window and with the nightfall your thoughts relaxed. Yes, maybe Donna was overwhelming but… You loved her, you loved her just the way she was.

“I'm stupid…” you muttered, closing the book and picking up your crutches.

It was time for an apology. Overwhelming or not, she had taken better care of you than anyone else. Maybe you were that grumpy.

“Shit!” you screamed when one of your crutches got tangled in the carpet, making you fall to the floor with a crash. “Oh…”

Lying on the cold wooden floor, with the only vision of the ceiling and unable to get up, you began to understand your situation. You couldn't believe what you said to poor Donna, your stupid way of reacting to her excessive care.

She was very overwhelming, she worried too much but… How could you live without her? You simply couldn't.

The feeling of being wrapped in her arms was present in the absence of her warmth surrounding you, in the lack of her kisses, her caresses. After all, it was your fault and she, she was only trying to take care of you, in her own way.

The sound of the heels distracted you from your regret and the lady in black appeared, eclipsing the vision you had of the ceiling.

“Yes, I know, I'm stupid, ungrateful...” you murmured, sobbing before her cold gaze, one that revealed a terrible crisis that fortunately you didn’t see. “I fell... But, but I was going to apologize to you.”

“Mm,” she murmured, with her hands on her hips.

“I know I've been mean to you and I know your intentions were good but... I was just a bit overwhelmed and... Well, I think I took it out on you,” you explained.

“Did you hurt yourself?” she asked, helping you to stand up without saying another word, checking your condition.

“Um, no…” you sighed, letting yourself be helped and led back to the couch. “Hey, Donna… I, I'm sorry.”

“What are you sorry about?” she asked, without looking at your face, playing with her hands in her lap.

“I'm sorry for saying those things to you and telling you that… That I didn't need you,” you whispered embarrassed.

She nodded slowly.

“I didn't know I was doing things wrong, (Y/N), I just wanted you not to hurt yourself and…” the lady sobbed, shaking her head. “I'm useless.”

“Don't say that,” you said, interrupting her laments. “Donna, you're a wonderful woman, really. No one has treated me as well as you but… Well, it's just that I like to feel that I'm not a burden, you know, that I can do things by myself.”

“You'll never be a burden to me,” Donna murmured, shyly taking your hand and caressing it to relax herself.

“Hey, let's forget it, okay? I just ask that you don't be so... Well, that you let me eat by myself, at least,” you joked, turning her head slowly, wiping away one of her tears.

“O-Okay... I'll... I'll try to be less... I,” she said, with a sad smile.

“Great, issue resolved,” you said, stealing a shy kiss on her lips, one that made her laugh softly. “I'll also let you... Well, help me. Look, for example, I'd like to read one of the books that are upstairs, the day I went up they seemed very interesting to me…”

“A book from upstairs?” she asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, well, that's something I do need some help with,” you joked, nudging her. “I'll let you choose, okay?”

“O-Okay,” she said with a sincere smile again, getting up from the couch.

You laughed, pulling her back to steal another kiss as she headed for the stairs, going up to the upper floor.

“(Y/N)?” she asked after a few minutes.

“Yeah, I'm coming,” you said slowly getting up and walking towards the hall, where she was waiting for you waving a book in her hands.

“What do you think of this one?” she asked with a smile, as if she had forgotten everything that had happened. She was wonderful, really wonderful.

“Oh, yeah, great,” you said leaning on your crutches and following the lady with your eyes as she began to slowly go down.

“Cazzo!” she suddenly squealed as she tripped on the same loose bar as you comically and crashing down the stairs, landing face up in front of you. “Porca puttana…”

“Oh, my, Donna,” you said, holding back your laughter at the lady’s funny fall, one that you knew had been harmless for her. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes, it was nothing,” she said, proudly, rubbing her back. “Damn stairs…”

“Mm, honey…” you murmured amused as the lady stood up cursing in Italian, a golden opportunity for your sarcasm. “Relax, I’ll make you some soup right now…”

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Nayeon x Reader: It's always you

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

A/N: Does this make complete sense? Not exactly A/N2: Also, thanks to my illusion bois for helping me proofread/helping me do this(my bad @alcoholfreenayeon, ms spout is not gonna do well in this fic)

"Hey Babe, Happy 2nd Anniversary. You're finally awake, what were you dreaming about? You were mumbling, and smiling a lot" Nayeon whispers after leaving a kiss on your forehead. She saw your eyes flutter open, stretching your arms groggily. “You. It’s always you.” You mumble with a sheepish smile, Nayeon playfully giggling before flicking you on the forehead.

“Flirt.” Nayeon said with a blush, yelping as you suddenly wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her back onto the bed with you. After a short while of tussling, Nayeon finally got up. “Alright get up, We can’t spend the whole of our anniversary in bed.” Nayeon goes to her dresser, tying her hair up into a ponytail before reaching around her drawers. “Why not, I’d think we’d enjoy that very much.” You say, earning you a shirt to the face. “I will spray you with the hose.” Nayeon chides, but still unable to hide her smile in the mirror. “Besides, I’ve made plans for our 2nd anniversary seeing as we’re both on leave.” Nayeon said as she began her makeup routine. “Oh, do tell.” You say, wrapping your arms around her midriff, throwing her into a back hug as you rested your chin on her shoulder. “No spoilers, but I guarantee you’re in for a surprise.” Nayeon said, leaning her head toward yours. “I swear, if we’re going to that one restaurant where I accidentally ordered the most spicy instead of the least and didn’t want to return it, I’-” You began, but you were quickly stopped by a finger to the lip. “No need for swearing, my dear, and we’re having dinner there.” Nayeon said, sticking her tongue out as you rolled your eyes. “Well good luck then, you’ll be eating dinner with someone wearing a penguin mask.” You retorted, causing Nayeon to scrunch her nose in confusion. “What penguin mask? Oh, you mea- I swear to god you’ve been spending too much time with Mina.” Nayeon replied, a look of mock horror as you waved the penguin mask in front of Nayeon. “If I see that mask in our car later, I’m locking you out.” Nayeon retorts, causing you to make a theatrical gesture of placing the mask on, eliciting a face palm from Nayeon. “I don’t know why I married you sometimes.” Nayeon playfully jabbed. “Because you love me.” You say, before making a cacophony of weird penguin noises. “You’re right, because you’re my weirdo.”

The day went by in a breeze, almost a whirlwind of nostalgia and fun to be had. The date began with a trip to the beach, where you had first met Nayeon, who, despite her fear of the sea, was peer pressured into going for a swim with Jihyo and Sana, and promptly ran away from the sea, where she had fallen for you, both metaphorically and physically. Your back was bruised for a week, but on the bright side, you got a bruised back and her number, so you called it a win and moved on. The day continued with a bicycle ride through a nearby park followed by a picnic, the park where the two of you had your first date. Nayeon even went all out to recreate the exact date, the same picnic mat, the same burritos you had(that she made herself. She insists it's not as good, you know for a fact that it's amazing), everything short of time travelling and bringing you back to the exact day of your first date. After that picnic lunch, the final destination before dinner was a recreation centre, where the two of you engaged in sports like pool, darts, axe throwing, all of which she had lost to you. (She insists she was being chivalrous, you’re on the fence about that) “What a day.” You say with a tired but still jovial tone. “Day’s not over bub.” Nayeon says as she starts the car. As the car coasted down the highway, the two of you belting whatever songs were being played on the radio. Just as the two of you were singing out, you felt a strong jerk forward, the car spinning rapidly as you crashed into the road barrier. The events that soon came next were hazy, your ears ringing and feeling blood trickle down your forehead. You felt arms wrap around you, dragging you out of the car. “I’ve got you baby.” Was the little you could hear as you saw Nayeon above you, in much worse shape than you were, but she persevered as she dragged you out of the car wreckage, an unholy meld of your black sedan and the other’s blue van, collapsing just as she pulled you out to safety. The next hours were a whirlwind of chaos, as the ambulance arrived, whisking both you and Nayeon to the hospital. After some scans and treatments, the doctor diagnosed that your injuries were rather minimal, and that you would just need to stay for a short while for monitoring. “That’s good to hear Doc. How’s Nayeon? The lady I came in with.” You asked. “Oh, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but it’s not looking good. Her side of the car hit the barrier so she bore the brunt of the impact. She has pretty severe internal injuries, and the doctors are planning a surgery now. “Where is she?” You quickly asked, trying to get up from your bed, but your body still weak from the crash, you barely got one foot on the ground before you almost collapsed. “You can’t leave yet, your body is still weak.” “Doc, I need to see her, please.” You plead, as the doctor hesitated for a moment, before agreeing, bringing you a wheelchair. As you were wheeled to Nayeon’s ward, you began to hear rapid beeping from Nayeon’s ward. That couldn’t be good. A whole horde of doctors and nurses quickly swarmed into the room, though you were forced to stay out of the room. It was all going to be okay, you kept repeating to yourself, but as time passed, you felt hope slipping away, especially as you peered into the ward, seeing Nayeon’s lifeless body being shocked, an attempt to kickstart her heart.

“Time of Death, 2208.” You heard the doctor say, and you felt your world crash around you.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even think. As you sat in the wheelchair, your mind flashed back to the last time you had seen her. When she had pulled you out of the wreckage. The doctor said she had suffered much worse injuries than you did. But…she still saved you, she still pushed herself to the limit, exerted herself to make sure you weren’t in danger. Could that exertion have killed her? “Are you related to the patient?” The doctor asked as she walked out of Nayeon’s ward

“She is…was my wife.” Was all you could say before being overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions. “Oh, I’m really sorry for your loss. She fought hard, but during the crash, she suffered numerous internal injuries. She suffered an injury to the chest during the injury that caused damage to her heart. We were able to stabilise her for a short while, but eventually her heart gave up. I’m really sorry for your loss.” The doctor said, bowing slightly before walking away. “You can see her if you want?” The doctor who wheeled you here asked. “It was my fault.” You could only whisper. If it was Nayeon’s heart that gave out, then her saving you was most likely what killed her. Looking out of the window with tears in your eyes, you noticed a shooting star. Or was it falling. Like Nayeon, a fallen angel, a fallen star, the love of your life. Oh, what you would give up to save her. At that moment, the star froze in the sky. Everything froze, the beeping in the monitors stopped, the chatter of the nurses stopped. You looked around in confusion, what in the world was happening? Through the frozen bodies, a child walked through the crowd of bodies, a small packet of chips in hand. “Hey kid, do you know what’s going on?” You ask, realising that the only ones not frozen were you and the kid. “Watch who you’re calling kid, I’m like a thousand years old!” The kid snorted. “What?” You asked in confusion. This all felt like a fever dream. What was this kid talking about? “Duh, you wished upon a shooting star, all that nonsense, now here I am. You get one wish. Make it quick, these things have validation periods and they’re a bitch if you stall.” You look at the child in confusion, but the possibilities swarm your mind. Could you bring back Nayeon from the dead? “I can’t bring her back. Not in any way that you’d want anyways.” The child says, seemingly having read your mind. “Can I go back in time to save her then? Let me wake up this morning again, and let me sleep to go back again.” You ask the child, and the child looks at you with a little concern. “Are you sure you want to make this wish. Go back to this morning, and loop yourself. I’m not permitted to give you ideas for other wishes, but I hope you think through this clearly.” “I’m sure.” You say resolutely. Anything for Nayeon. “Alright, if you insist. What was the first thing you did or said today?” The child asked, a piece of paper appearing in his hand.

“I said to Nayeon, “You, it’s always you.”” You tell the child, looking at him in confusion. “Alright, listen to me carefully. Once the loop begins, you will be looped to this morning, but you won’t have control over anything until your first action. Thankfully, it was this morning so you have the whole day to do what you need. Before time can continue and you continue on your looped day, you need to say the first thing you said. Only then will the day continue. But until you do, you’ll be trapped in that moment.” The kid explains to which you nod

“Wait, how-” You were about to ask, but with a snap of a finger, you woke up in bed once again

And the Cycle begins

Day 2

"Hey Babe, Happy 2nd Anniversary. You're finally awake, what were you dreaming about? You were mumbling, and smiling a lot" Nayeon whispers after leaving a kiss on your forehead. You wanted to throw Nayeon into a hug, but you found yourself locked in place. After a short struggle, you remembered what the kid had said. “You. It’s always you.” You say to Nayeon, who playfully giggles before flicking you on the forehead. Worried, you quickly pull her into a hug. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” You mutter under your breath. Hearing this, Nayeon’s playful demeanour disappeared in a second, quickly sitting on the bed next to you, holding both your hands in hers. “Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?” Nayeon asked, before putting her hand to your cheek, gently caressing it in an attempt to calm you down. “Yeh, a nightmare. Something like that.” You muttered under your breath. “Well, whatever that nightmare was, you don’t need to worry, I’m here, I’ll always be here alright?” Nayeon whispered, her hand patting your back. She was right. You were going to make this alright. Taking a deep breath, you pull Nayeon toward you, leaving a long kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, my love.” You say, collecting your thoughts. You had to act normal. You did not know what little errant act of yours would alter the day in unforeseen ways, and you weren’t sure if that alteration would be better or worse. Besides, once you saved Nayeon, you didn’t want this day to be one where she had all her plans for your second anniversary ruined. You’d just save her before the car crash. “Everything okay now?” Nayeon asked worriedly. “Of course, let’s go get dressed, we have a long day ahead. I assume you have plans for the day?” You asked, causing Nayeon to smile in excitement, almost jumping for joy on the bed. “Definitely, We can’t spend the whole of our anniversary in bed.” Nayeon goes to her dresser, tying her hair up into a ponytail before reaching around her drawers. “Why not, I’d think we’d enjoy that very much.” You say, earning you a shirt to the face. Good, everything was going as it was. The day proceeded as expected, the beach, the park, the recreation centre, everything. Then, came the moment where everything had gone wrong. “Hey Babe, I’ll drive. Just key in the location.” You say as the two of you left the recreation centre. “So you can uncover my final surprise? Nuh uh.” Nayeon said, sticking her tongue out, causing you to giggle. “I know it’s THAT restaurant.” You say, causing Nayeon to pout. “Aish, did Jihyo tell you?” She asked, to which you shrugged. “Ugh, fine.” Nayeon said, tossing you the keys as you got in the car. As you drove down the highway, you and Nayeon sang the songs that came up on the Radio. But as you were driving, an all too familiar song popped up. The song you were waiting for. As soon as you heard that song, you began to nervously glance in the mirrors, trying to spot the van. Soon enough, it pulled up upon the horizon. The van was speeding, and fast. Keeping an eye on it, just as you saw the van reach you, you quickly swerved out of the way. “What was that?” Nayeon asked, hand grasping the handle at the ceiling of the car. “I did it.” You exhaled to yourself. “Babe look out!” You heard Nayeon shout, seeing a motorcycle on the wrong side of the road, speeding towards you. The crash was not as major as the previous one. But it was more than enough to cause damage. After the collision, the motorcyclist and his bike flipped, crashing into the car, the impact of which knocking you out, the last thing you heard being the distressed screams of Nayeon. Waking up in the hospital, you sat up with a splitting headache, an IV drip stuck into your hand. “What happened?” You lightly groaned as you asked the doctor next to you, before noticing Nayeon in the bed next to you, swarmed with doctors

“What's happening?” You try to ask, but your injuries stripped you of any energy to even speak out. “Hands off. Clear.” You heard, and realisation dawned upon you. No. This couldn’t be happening again. “Time of Death, 2208.” You heard the doctor say, and you felt your world crash around you, all over again “How could this happen?” You mutter to yourself. You couldn’t let this happen again.

Day 3 "Hey Babe, Happy 2nd Anniversary. You're finally awake, what were you dreaming about? You were mumbling, and smiling a lot" Nayeon whispers after leaving a kiss on your forehead. You knew what had to be done this time. “You, it’s always you.” You say, leaning onto Nayeon with a sigh. “Are you alright?” Nayeon asked worriedly. “I just need a hug for a moment.” You whisper, Nayeon nodding as she holds you closer.

Okay, you anticipated not succeeding right away, you just had to try again

“Hey Babe, I’ll drive. Just key in the location.” You say as the two of you left the recreation centre. “So you can uncover my final surprise? Nuh uh.” Nayeon said, sticking her tongue out, causing you to give her a small smile. “Jihyo told me.” You stuck your tongue out at her, causing her to roll her eyes. “Ugh, fine.” Nayeon said, tossing you the keys as you got in the car. As you drove, Nayeon began to sing the song on the radio, but instead of turning down the highway, you continued along a different route. “We’re talking about the same restaurant right? Shouldn’t we go by the highway? If we go this way, we’re only going one big round, no?” Nayeon asked, looking at you in confusion. “Just wanted to take the scenic route.” You reply, fingers tensing around the steering wheel. “Are you okay, baby? We can go to another restaurant if you’re uncomfortable. I just thought we could have a laugh there, but if you don’t like it…” Nayeon trailed off, seemingly associating your bad mood with her choice of dinner location. “No baby, its not that, I promise.” You reply, eyes still darting about “Pinky promise?” Nayeon said in that voice, the voice you knew, and she knew, you couldn’t resist. “Of course baby.” You say with a smile, left hand extending your pinky out, Nayeon smiling as her pinky hooked yours. Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest all through the drive there.Whenever a car so much as crossed your periphery, your mind immediately thought, how is this car going to mess with me. But through the ride, nothing happened. It was safe. Words could not describe your relief as you finally parked at the restaurant. “Baby, is everything alright? You’ve been acting weird ever since we began driving here.” Nayeon asked you while in line at the registration counter. “Just was a little paranoid. Heard about a few too many car accidents recently, so I was a little on edge.” You replied, Nayeon shooting you a weird look. There hadn’t been any news about that recently. As you were about to get to your turn at the registration counter, you saw a woman in a hoodie walking out of the restaurant, suddenly bumping into you. Without a word, she hastened her stride, and runs off. “What the hell was that?” Nayeon asked, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know, something wrong with that one probably. Ignore her, lets enjoy dinner.” You say, Nayeon smiling, nodding as she gave you a kiss on the cheek before walking into the restaurant with you. Once you were at your seats, you began to read through the menu. While you were reading the menu, however, you extended your leg, accidentally kicking a bag. That was odd. Looking down, you noticed a small bag on the ground. “Hi, Sir?” You raised your hand, beckoning a waiter over to you. “Hi, are you ready to order?” The waiter asked, taking out a small notepad. “Not yet, there’s a bag here, I think a previous client left it here.” “I’ll look into it.” The server picked the bag up, slowly walking over to the main counter. Looking at the bag, Nayeon’s eyebrows furrowed. She had noticed some wires protruding from the bag, and she heard a faint ticking sound… Nayeon’s eyes widened in realisation, especially hearing the ticking sound grow faster. “Get down!” Nayeon shouted, lunging at you, using her hand to keep your body low, draping her body over yours. Before your could even be confused, you heard a loud boom, the force pushing you to the ground. As the dust settled, chairs and tables in a frenzied disarray, you felt yourself get pulled onto a stretcher, your mind still a mess. Through all the mess, you were set down next to an ambulance, paramedics swarming the area, tending to the wounded. Seeing as you didn’t suffer any serious injuries, you were left there, pretty low on the priority list. Looking around, you tried to find her, but all of a sudden, through all the noise, as if a mocking tune meant to twist the knife in your heart “Im Nayeon, Time of Death, 2208.”

Day 4

"Hey Babe, Happy 2nd Anniversary. You're finally awake, what were you dreaming about? You were mumbling, and smiling a lot" Nayeon whispers after leaving a kiss on your forehead. Your mind was still a mess. It seemed like the universe was conspiring to kill the love of your life. Well, not if you had anything to say about it. Because you’d try over, and over, and over again, until Nayeon was finally safe “You, it’s always you.” You whisper

Day ???

"Hey Babe, Happy 2nd Anniversary. You're finally awake, what were you dreaming about? You were mumbling, and smiling a lot" Nayeon whispers after leaving a kiss on your forehead. “You, it’s always you.” You say, a tone that all but said you were defeated. “I’ve gotta go.” You say, quickly getting up from the bed, going to get dressed. “Don’t you remember what today is?” Nayeon asked, parts shocked, parts angry. Looking at her, your eyelids drooped, and you looked absolutely defeated. “This is a throwaway day anyways. I’ll see you at the hospital.” You sigh, walking out of your apartment.

Walking to the bar, you went towards an unmarked room, pounding your fist against the door. “Open up dipshit, it’s me, Y/N. Don’t say you’re busy, don’t say come back later, I’m not in the mood.” You shout out. Opening the door, the aforementioned dipshit stuck his head out of the door. “Have I become that predictable? And of course, come on in.” He said, a hand gesturing into the room. “Also, do me a favour, tell your secretary that you’ll be receiving a call in roughly 37 minutes, just tell him to come back another time.” You say, crashing onto the couch. Looking at you in confusion, he finally nodded, texting his secretary, then sitting opposite to you. “Groundhog day, Nayeon, I’m going insane.” You say, the three pieces of information being enough for the other man. “That explains a lot. What’s the sitch?” He asked, pulling a whiteboard from the side of his office out. “I’ve tried everything. No matter what I do, Nayeon ends up dying in the hospital, Time of death, 2208.” You say with a sigh, hanging your head low.

“Oookay, you my friend, need a drink.” He said, sliding you a shot of gin. “No, I need to have my head on straight for this one. I need to brainstorm a way to save Nayeon.” You decline. “Alright, tell me the details, we’ll try to plan something.” He said, patting you on the back. “I know what Nayeon means to you. We’ll figure this out alright?” He said, to which you nodded, though masking a considerable amount of doubt. The same amount you’ve had the last 20 times you were here. “Hang on.” You raise a hand, halting him in his step as you pulled out a piece of paper. Scribbling around 30 or so lines down, you handed the paper to him. “What’s this?” He asked, scanning through the paper “Your last 30 ideas.” You deadpanned, letting out a sigh. A look of realisation dawned upon him. “Oh, we have a mountain to climb then.”

“Alright, so what happens if you go home after the recreation centre then?” “We get robbed, the robber's a trigger happy little shit. Tried it out like 20 different ways, no matter what I arm myself with, even calling the cops, the robber can’t miss. In another life, she’d probably be a sniper.” You sighed. “If you drive around?” “Car crash, blue van, black SUV, a goddamn 5 tonner. You name it, it crashed into me. When I don’t crash, I’m not kidding when I say this, we get crushed by a landslide.”

“Okay okay, scrap that, what’s the furthest you’ve gotten in your day without getting into an accident.” He asked, fingers massaging his forehead. “The loop is similar to the second one. I ran out of ideas, so I went back with that plan. I took the wheel, and we drove to the restaurant that we originally booked, but I took a roundabout way. We got there without an accident, but once we got there, surprise surprise, there was a bomb there. There was this one lady who bumped into me, dressed shady as hell, she’s the one who planted the bomb. I tried to take her down once, but that just resulted in the bomb blowing up earlier and killing Nayeon all the same. For this one, I called the cops prior, and they had cleared the place, successfully apprehended the criminal, then disposed of the bomb. Then, surprise surprise, the damn restaurant caught on fire. That’s the furthest I ever made it. This is the closest to 2208 I can make it without Nayeon injured or in the hospital, but that fire was too big, I couldn’t get Nayeon out of it fast enough without the fumes getting to her or us getting trapped under debris. There were other similar situations like this at the restaurant, but there’s usually some minor differences. Once, the bomber’s friends came back to shoot the place up, the other time, some stupid ass kid ran into Nayeon and she fell, hitting her head.” “Okay, Okay, so we work off of that. Tomorrow, before you start your little date adventure, call me. Tell me code black, and tell me what to do. I’ll get some of the boys to prepare. We know this route can go wrong in a few ways. So, first, call the cops, secure the bomber. That much is obvious. Continue the date as is. We can’t really prevent the fire, given we don’t work there, but I’ll get Samuel there with a fire extinguisher. He’ll hand it off to you before you go in, along with some gas masks. Wouldn’t want the fumes to mess you up. For the shooters, I’ll have some of my boys guard outside, they see any rolling, they’ll call the cops. And for the dumbass kid. Well, just trip him if you see him.” He shrugged, causing you to nod. You knew there was no way to cover all your bases. The universe would try to throw anything it could at you, but this would work. “Alright, thanks bro.” You say, pulling him into a hug “No problem. I know I won’t remember this, but you should go visit mom soon, she’s been pretty bored recently.” He said, tightly embracing you. Once out of the hug, he put his hand on your shoulder. “This is gonna work, kid. Have faith alright? But, y’know, stay on your toes too.” He said with a small smile. “I really hope so, because I really don’t know how many more of these loops I can take before going insane.” You say, letting out a hoarse chuckle. “And, 3,2,1.” You say, looking at your watch. Right on cue, your phone began to ring. With a sigh, you picked up the phone. “Yes Natasha? Don’t worry how I know your name, yes, I’m Mrs Nayeon’s partner, I’ll be there in a short while.” You say, then hanging up the phone. “After this loop ends, Drinks on me.” He patted you on the back. “I look forward to it.”

Day ???+1

"Hey Babe, Happy 2nd Anniversary. You're finally awake, what were you dreaming about? You were mumbling, and smiling a lot" Nayeon whispers after leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“You, it’s always you.” You say, leaning onto Nayeon with a sigh. “Are you alright?” Nayeon asked worriedly. “I just need a hug for a moment.” You whisper, Nayeon nodding as she holds you closer.

As you leaned on Nayeon’s shoulder, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. Today was the day. You were going to save Nayeon today. “Hey babe, you can go get dressed first, I gotta call Darius” You said, Nayeon nodding. “Alright babe, say Hi to him for me.” Nayeon said with a hum, walking to her dresser. “Code Black, I’ll send you the details.” “Roger that.”

After typing out what you had discussed with Darius, you sent it to him, getting a thumbs up from him. “Hey babe, how do I look?” Nayeon asked, drawing your attention. She stood there, twirling around with that cute smile on her face. “Perfect, as always.”

“Nay, I gotta go take a call, can you wait for me by the car?” You ask, Nayeon nodding Once Nayeon was out of earshot, you took your phone out, dialling the police.

As you drove, Nayeon began to sing the song on the radio, though pausing as she noticed you turning to the longer route. “We’re talking about the same restaurant right? Shouldn’t we go by the highway? If we go this way, we’re only going one big round, no?” Nayeon asked, looking at you in confusion. “Just taking the more Scenic route babe, don’t worry about it.” You say with a small smile.

As expected, much to your delight, the ride there was a smooth one, though your mental preparations for the upcoming dinner from hell caused you to tense up quite a little. Reaching the restaurant, Nayeon’s eyebrow furrowed. “Hmm, why are there so many police cars?” Nayeon looked around curiously. “Maybe there was some disputes here. They’re leaving now, so we should be fine.” You reassure Nayeon, who nods. Walking out to the counter, you see Samuel, a friend of Darius’, someone you had seen in passing but never really interacted with. “The package has been set under your table. Here are the masks, godspeed my friend.” Samuel says, handing you the small pouch. You quickly take it, grabbing them and shoving them into your pocket. “Thank you so much for this.” You thank Samuel, who returned a small smile. “Anytime.”

“Who was that just now? At the counter?” Nayeon asked as she browsed through the menu “Oh, just a friend of Darius’. We were just exchanging pleasantries.” You reply, Nayeon seemingly satisfied with this answer. Looking around the restaurant, you seeked to remove the first and most minute possibility of messing up. “Hey kid.” You beckon the boy over to you. “Here’s 10$, do me a favour, stay seated at your table alright?” You whisper, the boy nodding, taking the money before running back to his seat. “You’re acting weird today.” Nayeon said in a joking tone, but you knew there was some serious concern behind that. “Don’t worry about it babe, let’s order.” You reassure her. As the dinner went on surprisingly incident free, for now at least, you got a message from Darius. “All clear so far. Besides, I heard on the news that the cops had made a big arrest on some of the members associated with the bombers, so you’re only left with the fire. Good luck.” As if a goddamn hex had been placed, almost instantaneously, you heard shouts from the kitchen, followed by some sparks. “Babe, I need you to listen to me very carefully, I need you to do exactly as I say for the next 5 minutes alright? Put this mask on.” You say to her, quickly taking the masks from your pocket. Nayeon looked in fear at the flames that were rapidly spreading, looking to you and nodding. “Stay behind me, and when I say run for the exit, run.” You say, taking the bag off the fire extinguisher. “How did y-” “Question for another time, let’s go!” You say, standing up as you pulled the pin on the fire extinguisher, spraying the gas at the sources of fire around you. As you were putting out the flames around you, your main priority was to put out the flames leading to the door, aiming to make a safe passage for Nayeon and other people in the restaurant. “Go!” You shout out, Nayeon making a dash for the exit, you follow close as you continue extinguishing the fire around you. When you were just about to reach the exit, you heard a loud creak, seeing the banner above Nayeon about to fall. “No!” You scream out, lunging at her, draping your body over hers. The large banner crashed upon your back, knocking you unconscious, your last thought before you blacked out, a jumbled slurry of fear and pain.

“Can you hear me?” You heard a doctor ask as you were slowly regaining consciousness. “Yeh doc, I can hear you.” You groggily reply, before your mind immediately sharpened. “Where’s Nayeon? My wife.” You ask, before hearing a cough to your side. “Look around sometimes, baby.” Nayeon said weakly, though with a smile on her face. “No, No.” You mutter, the memories of your first loop rushing in to your mind. “Nay, are you alright? Are you feeling off in any way?” You quickly ask. “Other than a mild concussion and some scrapes, I’m fine, thanks to you. My hero.” Nayeon said, a smile on her face. You looked around in confusion, till you finally saw it. 2210. You had made it. “Yes!” You exclaim in excitement, before your wounds promptly put you back on the bed. “Calm down my friend. So, about your injury. We’ve done some scans, nothing serious, but we’d still like to keep you for observation for one day. And, it was very heroic what you did there, not just saving your wife, but you and the fire extinguisher. I heard from the other patrons who I attended to earlier, if not for you, most of them would have died in there, but thanks to you, the worst injury someone suffered was a mild burn. So, great job, and rest up.” The doctor smiled, gently patting you on the back before leaving the ward. “So, my hero, mind telling me how you had those masks ready for us? And that fire extinguisher too?” Nayeon asked, curious. “Story for another day my love, for now, let’s just rest, alright? And, happy 2nd.” You say, causing Nayeon to chuckle. “What an eventful 2nd anniversary it’s been.” She says, to which you smirk. “You have no idea. Good night babe.” You say, before shutting your eyes, a smile as you could already feel the beautiful horizon of the next day to come, it’s rays shining upon you

. As your eyes slowly opened, you shook your head a little, as if coming out of a headache"Hey Babe, Happy 2nd Anniversary." Nayeon whispers after leaving a kiss on your forehead, the rest unintelligible due to your still addled mind “Babe, what are you talking about, it’s not our anniversary anymore?” You tried to say, still not fully comprehending what she had said. But as you said it, you found that you couldn’t move. And you weren’t in the hospital, you were at home, time frozen as the exact scenario you’ve woken up to hundreds upon hundreds of times played out the exact same way as before. No, it can’t be. You won. You, against all odds, had finally found a way to save Nayeon. You did it. Right? As you were stuck there, frozen, a horrible realisation dawned upon you.

“You. It’s always you.”

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Can i request the react to mc wearing the knight armor outfit they have? It just has so much comedic value it would be a CRIME not to wear it. Especially during poppys dragon quest that would be hilarious. Better if MC is a gryffindor as well since the chivalry thing. The outift has so much potential unexplored.

A/N: lmao I love this

HLC REACT TO MC WEARING A FULL SUIT OF ARMOR

!!CLANKCLANKCLANKCLANK!! MC rushed to meet their friend, sliding to a stop in front of them. The visor has fallen in front of their face and they flip it back up after two failed attempts. They hold a pose then do a spin to show off the dull old armor they found. MC just knows they'll be impressed.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He watches them the whole time they're running up to him. They nearly trip over their own feet and go face first into the dirt. He blinks slowly and shakes his head, maybe he was seeing things. There's no way they were going to pull off a stealth mission in that. "Mental..." Is all he can manage to say out loud.

OMINIS GAUNT: "What is that God awful racket??" He stands perplexed in front of the suit of armor that seemingly just came to life and started walking around. His face was fully contorted in confusion as MC struggled to open the visor. "What are you-...just, what!?"

ANNE SALLOW: Okay, when she admitted that she was actually into the whole "knight in shining armor" trope, she wasn't implying to them to take it seriously. Now they just look silly. Silly enough to make her smile, but silly nonetheless. "You're not actually going out in that, are you?"

IMELDA REYES: She doesn't want to give MC the satisfaction of making her laugh at their goofiness, but watching them try to mount a broom in armor is the funniest thing she's seen in a while. They're so off balance that they look like a new born deer trying to walk over a fence, while also covered in metal. They keep falling into a heap on the ground and she is struggling to keep it together.

NATSAI ONAI: "Oh wow, you can wear the metal suits in the halls? I thought they were just for show. Can I wear one?" Whatever shenanigans MC is up to, she wants in. If MC gives her one, she'll proudly go stomping around the grounds with them.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He quirks his eyebrows and chuckles. "Come on, the explosion wasn't that bad last time. But since you're here, and well protected, care to test my latest brew? I call it Baba Yaga's Bombastic Buttersnipes! It'll be a hit at the Halloween festival this year, I just know it! ...As long as I can figure out how to keep the splash range to less than ten feet." He says the last sentence under his breath.

LEANDER PREWETT: He covers his mouth as he examines MC's choice of wardrobe. He takes his hand away and opens his mouth to say something but words fail him. He covers a sneaking laugh with a cough and covers his mouth again. "Well uh....good on you for really, uh...committing to the whole Gryffindor...pride, yeah...pfff!" He turns away, turning red from holding his laughter.

AMIT THAKKAR: His confusion turns to laughter as MC fights the visor to stay up. "You're really committed to the 'hero' role, aren't you? Got a suit of, somewhat, shining armor and everything. You look like you just stepped out of a story book." He giggles to himself as MC gives him a thumbs up and proudly marches on.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He laughs so hard, he snorts. He covers his face in embarrassment but can't stop laughing. His sides hurt. He's tearing up. MC needs to walk away so he can catch his breath.

POPPY SWEETING: She looks them up and down for maybe a second before doubling over in laughter. "Well I don't think the dragon will have any trouble spotting you!" She wipes a tear from her eye. "I hope you're more agile than you look or you're going to be roasted alive in that."

ELEAZAR FIG: He thought he was used to MC's unusual fashion sense by now. Turns out they can still surprise him. He doesn't say anything of it, just gives them a concerned side eye. Where did they even find a full suit of unenchanted armor that fit? Maybe he should start asking more questions...but life is easier to manage if he doesn't.

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professional-yearner · 6 months ago

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Saving Grace

Yandere Coruscant guard x reader

Pt.1

TW: for suggestive themes, yandere themes, murder attempt of major characters, obsession at first meeting,

(Very slow updates)

You sighed, trying to shake the drowsiness that seemed to stick to you like gum. You woke up a little late today. Scratch that, you had woken up exactly on time, but fallen back asleep almost just as quick. Luckily for you, it didn't affect your trip too much (seeing as you had learned to walk at a clip when you needed to) other than putting a bit of anxiety about getting to your job on time behind your actions.

Hoisting your work bag on your shoulder, you enjoyed the feeling of the wind whizzing by the open air transport as you lazily watched the guards patrolling the car in front of yours. They were doing what they usually did, checking tickets and making sure that no one was causing too much of a ruckus.

You rather liked the patterns and colors of the guards armor; one with stripes and the other with more of a color block paint job. They entered your car with a swipe of a security card, coming in silently and beginning to ask for tickets. Nodding blankly, you dug around your bag for your pass, only looking up when you heard a man raising his voice.

“I don't have to show you anything, clone.”

You turned to glare at him, only in time to see him shove the guard with the striped armor. Hard.

So hard he fell right past you and off the transport all together.

You gasped, grabbing for him without thinking. Catching his arm, you felt yourself lurch forward from his weight, falling to your knees as you tried to stop him from falling into the seemingly endless void of Coruscant traffic.

His helmet was gone in an instant, knocked loose by the blow and disappearing into the flow of cars.

His terrified eyes bore into yours as you struggled not to fall over yourself, trying desperately to pull him back to safety.

Your fingers felt like they were on fire as they dug into the space between his vambrace and elbow plate, only able to grip onto the black body glove underneath

Finally, you felt a pair of strong hands pulling you back from the edge by the waist, helping you succeed in pulling the guard up onto the shuttle once more.

He pushed himself up as his brother ran back down the train after his almost killer.

“Oh my god,” You panted, still on your hands and knees as you tried to catch your breath, “Are you alright?”

He was shaking, tears streaming down his face as he stared, looking in shock at the ground in front of him.

Your expression softened, tears of your own welling in your eyes for the man.

You reached over, resting your hand softly on his arm, “Hey,”

That made him look up at you, eyes unfocused for a moment before they widened, taking you in. They then moved to the hand you still had on his arm, making you blush.

You took it away quickly, “Sorry!”

The trooper shook his head, his own cheeks turning a bit red.

You both just looked at each other for a minute. It made you shift uncomfortably, unsure of if you should be the one to break eye contact first. Reprieve came in the form of the transport's robotic voice calling your stop, making you stand quickly. You felt bad for leaving him just sitting there, drying tears on his face in a transport full of strangers, but you didn't know what else to do.

You really needed this job.

“Sorry- sir, it's, um, my stop.” You said quickly, waving a bit as you stepped off, free of the once terrifying now awkward interaction.

You felt eyes on your back until the transport started moving again, leaving you mostly alone on the platform.

Von was in love.

He laughed to himself, feeling over the places she had touched him. Von felt himself twitch under his codpiece as his breathing became more ragged.

She was perfect. His perfect little savior. So soft and sweet, unlike her surroundings. Such a disgusting city didn't deserve someone like her, but he thanked the stars she was here anyways.

He hadn't been able to get her flustered face out of his mind since his brothers had brought him back to the barracks to recover from the attempt on his life. He had just been laying there for a few minutes, fantasies of her circling his thoughts as he stared into nothing.

Oh she was adorable.

The way she was so worried about him after getting him to safety, her sad little whimpers as she attempted to get him and all 70 pounds of his armor back onto the platform, how she flushed when she'd touched him.

He wondered how she'd blush when he touched her, knowing just the right spots to make her-

"Von, brother? You doing alright?" Hack called from the doorway, looking concerned.

He nodded, smiling and assuring the other clone, "I'm fine! Thanks, brother."

The blond clone nodded, "Just wanted to make sure,"

He walked back out into the hall, leaving his sibling once more, "You've been in there for hours."

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wizzdot · 5 months ago

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The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch5

Description - progress is made with soap in this chapter. The sweet boy is feeling guilty for upsetting and scaring her when he found her. He needs to win her back now! Gaz is still lovely sweet Gaz. John is as captainy as ever and Ghost is still suspicious af! Enjoy!

*Ghost's POV*

The asset was acting strange. I had followed her when I heard the room door open and she was clearly looking for something, she did seem to give up and go to bed immediately so I decide it best to leave it for the night and warn the others in the morning. I sleep lightly, listening out for other suspicious activity. All I hear for the remainder of the night is small shuffling noises and the occasional whimper.

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

The low timbre of voices through the walls is what finally brings me out of my half-sleep half panicked state. I stay under the bed and try to listen but can only pick out certain words. There voices sound like a low buzz. 'Hereford' and 'Kate' and 'Wheels up today' are what I pick up before an unexpected knock on the door startles me. I hadn't even heard the footsteps approaching because I was too tuned into trying to figure out what was being said.

"Laika? It's me, Kyle" - "Kyle..?" I whisper back, unsure. "Sorry, Gaz.. it's Gaz" the voice replies, slightly muffled by the door. "Gaz.." I sigh, trying to mask the relief in my voice, "Yeah..?" I ask quietly, wondering what he was wanting. "Laika, I can hardly hear you from the door, can I open it and just stand in the doorway? Promise not to come all the way in" He enquires politely. "Oh, uhm, yeah, let me-" the door opens before I can get from under the bed and act like I'd had a normal nights sleep. Shit!

*Gaz's POV*

The first thing that hits me when I open the door is the smell. That's my bodywash and shampoo. Citrus and tobacco - Price loves the tobacco one, always appreciates it when I cover myself in that scent. I try not to groan. That means she had showered using our products.. mmm.

I quickly notice that she isn't on the bed, but instead, peering at me nervously from the floor beyond the bed. "Shit, love, did you fall?" I move to make my way around the foot of the bed to help her up. She tenses up slightly at my movement which stops me in my tracks immediately. "Hey, its ok.. just want to help you up" I offer, trying to keep my voice as gentle as possible.

She slowly stands unaided and drops her blanket back on the bed, she crouches down and retrieves a pillow from under the bed too. Thats when I realise she hadn't fallen off the bed, but instead holed herself up, underneath the bed. She had been scared. That is typical nesting behaviour of anxious Beta's and Omega's. "Oh, Laika.. you should have come and said you didn't feel safe. C'mon downstairs, I'll make you a cuppa, we have a big day today."

*Laika's POV*

I allow Gaz to coax me from my useless excuse of a nest. I follow him downstairs, to the kitchen. I do step closer to him when I spot the masked one - Ghost - staring me down as I walk past the armchair he was sitting on. His eyes are narrow and sharp. Terrifying.

"Find what you were looking for?" He grunts, in that rough, harsh voice of his. I freeze behind Gaz and whimper. How had he known I was out of my room last night. Oh God, he is going to kill me.. I start to breathe heavily. Gaz is looking at me with suspision now too. I can't handle the scrutiny of their stares. "What were you looking for, Laika?" Gaz asks hesitantly, trying not to sound like he is accusing me of anything, but struggling.

I start to stutter a reply, "I- I uhm - I.." -

"What's going on here?" The pack Alpha comes through the door. I am now completely surrounded. I feel ashamed. "The girl was rooting about down here last night" Ghost states in a cold, flat voice. "Were you?" the Captain asks. I nod, tears pooling again. I can feel my chin wobble to. Gaz tsks in disappointment too. That noise from him almost snaps my resolve.

Captain Price steps forward and clasps my shoulder in his large, strong hand. I whimper and turn my head away, terrified of the punishment they were about to give me. "What were you looking for? Tell the truth.." he asks bluntly. It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.

I turn to a disapointed, borderline pissed off looking Gaz, my chin wobbling and admit "Y-your jacket". He looks up to me with his brow forrowed. "The harddrive wasn't even in my jacket so that was pointless" Gaz says to me, and his team. "Tha-that's not.." - "my handkerchief.. I- I couldn't sleep.." I keep stuttering and interuptting myself. God, I'm useless!

"You're handkerchief" Ghost grunts, "We are supposed to believe that?!" - "It's my only belonging.. I-I can't lose it" I sniffle. "I promise.. I didn't do anything.. if he followed me, he will know that is the truth" I add. Gaz turns away and leaves the room. My heart sinks, he has left me with two Alpha's - one of which I am terrified of and the other, who is in charge of my fate. "You better start telling the truth" Ghost threatens. "Simon.." the Captain warns.

"We are going back to base today, in Hereford. We are meeting with Laswell and we will all have a long hard chat about.. this" the captain gestures with his hands. They're going to interrogate me. I whimper. I hear steps jogging down the stairs. Gaz rounds the corner, entering the room and stepping in front of me. "She was telling the truth, look!" He pulls a familiar piece of fabric out from his jacket pocket that he had carried downstairs. I sigh in relief, desperately wanting Gaz to stop showing them my handkerchief and give it back to me. He holds it out to me and smiles. I grab it and start weeping, shoving it in my face for reassurance. He steps forward again and pushes my hair back behind my ears.

"Shh, I knew you weren't lying. Don't worry. Laswell will sort you out. Kate's a legend" he reassures. "Thank you, Kyle" I whisper through drying tears. He strokes my face "it's fine, it's no problem". Ghost sighs and sits back down, Price comments that its going to be wheels up in an hour and then Soap comes crashing down the stairs, "Used that tobacco bodywash again, Gaz? You know Pricey boy loves that stuff!" he says excitedly, before sniffing the air near Gaz before his eyes draw immediately to me. I shrink under his hungry gaze.

"Not me.." Gaz says lightheartedly. "Awkt our little Bug wants to smell like her new pack.." he teases. Ghost growls. "We are not her new pack Johnny". Gaz steps closer to me.

"Boys, ENOUGH!" The captain bellows. I flinch. I then realise I have grabbed Gaz's sleeve in my fright. "Stop taking the piss. Get your bags packed and bring them downstairs. I need a cuppa first though. Or something stronger.." he sighs and moves toward the coffee machine, trying not to breathe in the tobacco scent pouring off me in waves. He can't help himself have a little sniff when he gets clear of the living room. There is something distinctly feminine underneath the heavy tobacco scent. He tries not to purr.

Gaz places his warm hand over mine on his sleeve. I stare at it, somehow not immediately flinching away like I usually do. He is warm. And gentle. I has a rosy tint to my cheeks after Soap had joked that I was trying to smell like my new pack. I'd never had a pack before. Never even had chance to find out what designation I was. I was a late-bloomer, my friends used to say.. I was the only one who, at twenty years old, hadn't presented. I never had any symptoms of an approaching heat. My mother and father were Beta's so it was just assumed that I would also be Beta.

"Laika, do you want anything to eat or drink?" Gaz asks, rubbing my hand that still rests on his sleeve. "Oh, uhm - sorry" I release him and step back, embarrassed. He steps forward, smiling at me. "It's okay" he laughs "Price can sound grumpy sometimes, I actually think he is just pissed off with Simon..not you" he explains, trying to reassure me. "Food?" he reminds me. "N-no thanks, I'll probably just wait for everyone else to eat and have what's left.. I don't want to be a hassle" - "nope, thats not fine.. if you're hungry, we have cereal.. or toast.. what do you want?" - "what're you having?" - "probably both" he shrugs - "oh, uhm.. just a slice of toast please, then" - "go and sit down with Johnny, I'll bring it to you when it's ready.

My eyes widen but I feel the need to obey his request after he had been so kind and understanding, he had sort of defended me against his own pack members after all. I glance back to Soap - Johnny - and step hesitantly towards the sofa he is reclined on. He is wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts. His legs are covered in dark hair and his scent is stronger than any I have smelt in a long time. He smells of masculine spice, a hefty hot-headed scent to perfectly compliment his somewhat exuberant personality, or what I had seen of it so far.

"Sit doon, Lass. Stop clinging to Gaz, I'm nicer!" he booms in his rougish accent. I sit down at the end of the sofa, leaving a huge gap, for Gaz (I tell myself that anyway), "Naw, c'mere, closer!" he beckons, slapping the seat of the cushion next to him. I whimper but obediently slide closer to him so I am about a meter away. "Johnny.." the Captain warns from the kitchen, Gaz looks up from his task of toasting bread, concerned, but quickly rolls his eyes at the sight of Johnny's bright, boyish smile as he does a thumbs up gesture to them.

"You're gonna have tae warm up to us eventually, Lass. Bit a' exposure therapy willnae dae you any harm!" he jokes. I just shyly look at him. His face looks much friendlier now that he isn't in 'mission mode'. His eyes soften slightly and he speaks more gently to me this time - "seriously, lass, I won't do anything.. hand on heart". I try to relax and seconds later, Gaz steps in front of me with a huge stack of toast, wobbling precariously on a plate. Jam, chocolate spread, butter - whoa.. my mouth almost starts watering. "This is far too much" I murmur, blushing. "Nah, don't worry. Me and Johnny are sharing - hope you don't mind.."

I smile and take a slice of chocolate covered toast, Soap snatches a jam slice and Gaz chooses a plain butter covered slice. We all tuck in together. The chocolate tastes like heaven. A luxury I hadn't had since I was younger. It's spread on so thickly, that it is almost gluing my mouth shut. I chew, determined, trying not to moan in pleasure. I am barely half way through my first slice when Soap takes another, Gaz following closely behind. They are messy eaters I notice. Soap has jam on his cheek and crumbs all over his lap and chest. Gaz has a greasy chin where butter had melted and dripped. He had the decency to wipe his face with a tea towel, at least. Soap was shameless. I realise in that moment, that my anxiety is beginning to back down, allowing a hesitant happiness to step forward. I was too scared to fully commit to this rare emotion, so instead, I tucked it behind the bars of my facade, scratching at the door.

I finish the final corner of toast and although I wish i could eat more, I feel totally satisfied. I watch as Gaz rolls his eyes at the state Soap is in, wiping his face with the same dirty teatowel that he had used for his own face, and brushing the crumbs from his chest and lap. It's such an easy moment but so loving and intimite at the same time, I feel as though I'm intruding, they are an established pack afterall. I'm just a glorified hostage at this point. I slip back inside my own head. How can I feel abandoned when I've never had anything in the first place? It doesn't really make much sense, but that's how I feel.

*Soap's POV*

Sharing food with her was step one of my plan to make up with the poor girl. Gaz and I had discussed this before we came downstairs this morning. I felt guilty for how I had treated her before she had even had the chance to explain. I can be like that sometimes. My packmates say I'm hot headed. I'm unapologetic about it but it had been weighing on me ever since the wee scared Lass flinched at me when I was attempting to untie her. Should never have tied her up in the first place, said it myself, she was as quiet as a wee mouse. Fuckin' idiot that I am.

Gaz seemed on board with me trying to rescue our rocky introduction. I can't lie, she is a bonnie wee thing. She was filthy dirty when we found her. Hair a mess and literal dirt and dried blood all over her. Her skin was all shades of malnourished and cold. Not to mention the terrified look on her face. And the way she was so submissive and overwhelmed. Poor wee bird was in a right state.

My heart almost stopped when she walked down the stairs, behind a smug looking Garrick. The little bastard, Kyle, knew she was going to affect me. She was dressed in *my* clothes that I'd packed in the spare room. Ghost had thrown me out of the pack's shared room as a cruel punishment for apparently being to rowdy. Bullshit. She had clearly showered and cleaned herself up. Her hair was brushed and plaited back. But fuck, what almost finished me was the fact she had used that fuckin' tobacco scented showergel. Price loves that stuff, Simon too - Gaz and I have started using it when we piss of the other two. Softens them right up, melts them into a puddle. Works every time. And the wee lass walks down, like a lamb to slaughter, covered in *our* scent. Fuck me.

I can't help but try and get her as close to me as possible, I almost can't stop myself from being a shameless mutt and just draping myself over her. I behave impeccibly if I do say so myself. Anyway, we sit and eat the toast that Gaz and I had planned to use as a peace offering. She is sandwhiched between us. Rose between two thorns, I think. I can feel Simon's seething eyes on me, and can smell the rich spicy phermone that rolls off of him in waves when he is pissed off. I couldn't care less. There was something about Laika. Let's just hope she ain't the cunning, evil, super-terrorist that Ghost seems to think she could be. Not this wee thing. No way.

Jam on toast always goes down a treat. I eat a couple of slices and then Gaz starts attacking me with a teatowel. I'd not even made that much of a mess. Laika is looking toward us, but almost as if she isn't all there. Weird. Gaz notices too. We both turn to face her and she suddenly focuses again and is back in the room with us. She starts to mumble out an embarressed apology for zoning out. Before she can finish, I've automatically reached my hand out, cupped her chin and wiped the tiniest bit of chocolate spread from the corner of her mouth. I didn't even realise I had done it until she goes quiet. If looks could kill, I'd be dead, becuase Gaz was side eyeing me with the fiercest side eye I've ever seen. I look back down at Laika. Her wee cheeks are red. Is she blushing? She's blushing. Thats cute as fuck.

Turn around, Johnny, before you do anything else stupid. I listen to the smart voice in my brain and turn to take the plate back to the kitchen sink.

I lick the smear of chocolate from my thumb.

Delicious.

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