#i'm feeling pretty well. i got sick and then passed out. on a pile of the plushies i already own

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fuck man im so tired of the world ending all the time cant we just get a break from it all.i am going to do drugs later

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Pt. X

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Part IX - Part XI (TBA)

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“Got a second to talk?”

“Yeah.” You respond after a moment of hesitation, your voice raspy with sleep. “Yeah, let me just grab my coat.” You shove your feet into your boots. You glance at the group in your living room, silently telling them to stay put. All four of them looked ready to rush to your rescue without hesitation. But, if they got involved, it would only make the situation even riskier than it already could be. You shrug on your winter coat before stepping onto your landing. “Something wrong, officer?”

“That’s what I came here to ask you.” He responds. “Got a call? An unfamiliar pickup truck showed up in your lot. Four suspicious men were seen approaching your apartment.” He looks down in the lot at the beat-up truck sitting next to your car. “I'd say there's a pretty good chance they're still here.”

“That's really why you're banging on my door at the ass crack of dawn?” You ask in an annoyed tone, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well, I'm going to tell you right now, you're not getting in here without a fucking warrant-” He cuts you off by firmly saying your name.

“I'm not here to arrest anyone.” He explains in an attempt to try and diffuse your hostility. “I'm just here to check in. Are you in trouble? Do you need help?” He whispers, eyes darting between the door and your less-than-pleased expression.

You let out an aggravated sigh, “Mike, listen… the only reason I'm not running you off my property right now is because you've helped me out in the past. If I needed your help, I would ask for it. I'm not going to let you show up here and harass me or any of them because some fucking backwoods country bumpkin wants to demonize a different way of living.” You take a deep breath, seeing the genuine concern on his face. “This… isn't like last time; they wouldn't hurt me. I'm safe, promise.” He looks at the door and then back at you.

“If you even get the feeling that something is wrong, you call me.” You nod.

“Get back to the station. Your wife would be worried sick if she knew you were out driving right now.” You nodded to his vehicle, watching him descend the stairs before heading back inside the apartment. You stepped through the door, kicking off your boots and hanging up your coat with a sigh of relief now that the situation was over.

“Thank god, you're safe.” Vessel pulls you into his arms, his voice thick with worry. “What did he want?”

“Someone called to report an unfamiliar vehicle and four suspicious individuals entering my house last night; he was just swinging by for a wellness check.” You reassure him. “He might be a bit of a hard ass, but he means well. I'm sure he won't give you guys any trouble.”

“Bit of a sour start to our first morning all together, isn't it?” III chuckles, making the rest of the group laugh.

“And here I was, looking forward to cuddling up with you.” Vessel purrs, the tension from your unexpected visitor quickly melting away as they all attempt to soothe your nerves.

“Nothing is saying that can't still happen, Ves,” II responds with a smile. You see a devious smirk quickly pass over Vessel’s features. You yelp, and your feet are lifted from the floor in one swift movement. Vessel easily tosses you over his shoulder to carry you towards your bedroom. You giggle as he gently tosses you on the bed, quickly being surrounded by warmth as the boys pile around you. You lay sandwiched between II and IV, III holding one of your hands in his as he lazily plays with your fingers. Vessel’s hand possessively wraps around the curve of your waist as he reaches over II, needing to be somehow able to touch you. It didn't take long for your eyes to grow heavy, returning to sleep for the last few hours of dawn as the new day's light began to melt away the cage of ice that had covered the surrounding trees. 

You smiled as you woke up, pressing into the body's warmth behind you with a soft hum. A strong arm wrapped securely around your waist, his thumb rubbing slow, languid strokes across your hip. You reach over to find the other side of the bed empty. “-’s just you and me, lovey.” Vessel purrs. You let out a soft, pleased sigh.

“Is that so?” you ask in a slightly teasing tone, your voice still thick with sleep. Was that your plan all along? Get me in bed all alone?” He meets your playful smirk with a chuckle of his own.

“You’d like that, wouldn't you, sweetness?” he whispers, his grip tightening on your waist. Your cheeks grow warm, goosebumps erupting across your skin as you feel his lips brush over the shell of your ear. “Trust me, my first time with you isn't going to be some messy little hook-up in your bedroom.” He chuckles. “I plan on worshiping you like the divine creature you are.” A shiver runs up your spine as he presses his lips to your pulse. “Until then, we just have to be patient, don't we?”

“Fine.” You sigh in mock annoyance, making Vessel laugh softly. You rest your hand on top of his, languidly tracing the spaces between his knuckles as you allow yourself to melt into his warmth. “Where are the others?”

“They're making you breakfast. We all want to make sure you have a better day after starting on the wrong foot.” He explains softly.

“You’re sweet, " you say with a smile. “The power came back on?” He lets out a hum of approval.

“Clicked on a little while after you fell asleep.” You lay there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of Vessel’s body molding against yours. You sigh as you attempt to roll out of bed. “And where do you think you're going?” He chuckles, tightening his grip on your waist. You roll over to face him, the playfully grumpy expression on your face making him smile. “Trying to run away without giving me a kiss? That's how it's going to be, hm?” You giggle as he pulls your lips to his.

You could get used to mornings like this. After leaving your lungs burning for air and your head spinning, Vessel lazily helped you get out of bed. Scooping you up in his arms to escort you towards the kitchen. “Well, good morning, beautiful.” III stood at the stove, bacon sizzling in the pan in front of him, IV at his side cutting up fruit and tossing it into a bowl, and II sat at the table drinking a steaming cup of coffee.

“Good morning.” You greet all of them. Vessel sets you down on the floor before collapsing into one of the other chairs that had been dragged into the kitchen. IV approaches you, holding out a piece of fresh fruit for you to bite into. He rests his hand against your cheek, carefully running his thumb under your eye.

“Eyelash.” He whispers with a chuckle. He holds it out on the end of his fingeMakemake a wish.” A smile creeps across your features at the simple request. You think about it momentarily before closing your eyes, wishing that every morning could be like this with them, and blowing the eyelash away. Your eyes flutter open to meet IV’s curious gaze. He presses his lips to your forehead before returning to the task he was completing prior.

“You hungry?” You smile as III wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Starving.” You respond, giggling as he squeezes you against him, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I'll have breakfast done shortly, love.” You stand up on your toes, sharing a kiss through his mask before allowing him to finish cooking.

“Well, good morning, baby.” II quickly caught your attention, a warm hand settling against your waist as he pulled you into his lap. “Thought you forgot about me.” He teases with a chuckle. “My pretty girl is getting so much attention.” He squeezes your hip as his gaze lazily trails down to your lips.

“Trust me, that’s not remotely possible.” You giggle as his forehead bumps against yours, holding his lips just out of reach.

“Good,” he whispers, “because after holding you in my arms this morning, I can't seem to think of anything besides you.” Your eyes flutter shut as his lips finally brush over yours. You feel II’s legs tense underneath you as you hear IV let out a sound almost akin to a growl from across the kitchen.

“Relax.” III states in a warning tone. “You can spend time with her, too.” You watch IV’s shoulders soften under III’s intense, almost corrective demeanor. “And II, keep it respectful, yeah?” III stood like a wall between the two men, ready to launch into action at the first signs of a fight.

You hear II make an annoyed sound of approval. The fact that he seemed to be acting like a child who had just been scolded by a parent almost made you laugh. You press your lips to his cheek, “I'm going to see if they need any help.”

“Don't let them work you too hard, love.” He jokes with a wink. You laugh, shaking your head as you hop off his lap. You walk up to III, crossing your arms behind your back.

“Head chef.” You address him seriously.

“Yes, love?” He responds with a chuckle.

“Where would you like me to help?” You ask, following III’s gase as it trails over to IV. He nods in his direction, smiling at you as you walk away.

IV tenses slightly under your touch, your hand resting on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” You grab a bowl from the cabinet in front of you and place it on the counter to pour the fruit into.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes quietly, keeping his eyes trained on the cutting board. “Guess I'm just a little jealous.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” IV sighs, his shoulders softening as he lets some tension roll from his body.

“No, you're absolutely perfect, love.” His eyes finally meet yours, the corners crinkling slightly as he smiles. “I just need to get out of my head, I'm afraid.” He finishes with a chuckle. Your heart skips a beat at the sound of him saying your name, “promise you're still my girl?”

“Of course.” You say, shooting him a flirty smile. “Besides, you still have to take me out on that date.” He chuckles bashfully.

“Yes, I do. I just want to make sure I think of something special first.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his own. “My girl deserves only the best.” Your cheeks grow warm, the two of you sharing a small glance before finishing breakfast in silence.

“All set, sweetheart?” III asks before clearing your dishes from the table.

“I can bring my own plates to the sink; I'm not helpless, you know.” You joke.

III chuckles as he strolls up to you, “And why should my pretty girl have to lift a finger?”

“You're such a flirt.” You tease with a flustered giggle. You sigh, standing to answer your phone in the other room.

“Thank god I got a hold of ya’.” The momentary panic that had bubbled up in your chest at the sight of the contact that flashed across your phone quickly died at the familiar calm tone on the other end of the line.

“Henry, is everything alright?” Henry McMann owned the dairy farm up the road; you had grown close to him over your time running the store.

“Everything's fine. Tree fell and put a damn hole in the barn roof. I was hoping I could convince those boys you have staying with you to come down and help; I could use their pickup truck to clean up the place.” Your eyes narrowed at the request.

“How did you know they were staying here?” You question.

“Whole damn town’s talking about it, kiddo. Hell,” he starts to laugh, “at least three people have called up here this morning asking if we've heard from you.”

“You weren't the one that sent the police here, were you?”

“No, ma’am,” he responds immediately. “Your business is your business. As long as no one's getting hurt, I frankly don't give a damn what you're getting up to.”

“Let me see if I can get Vessel to come talk to you; he'll be able to help.” After some gentle convincing on your end, you managed to get him on the phone. Vessel might be wary of strangers, but despite his icy exterior, he couldn't turn down someone who needed help. After a while, he carefully hung up the phone and wordlessly approached the others.

“Let's get going; we have some work to do.” You weren't exactly sure what Henry could have said to Vessel that made him agree to head out there, but you were happy for whatever it was. Pulling up at the farm always provided this strange sense of home. Seeing Henry waiting on the porch, a dark pipe lazily perched against his lips, was a sight you'd witnessed a hundred times at this point.

“Thanks for showing up.” Henry’s hand claps into Vessel’s with a firm shake.

“Thank you for giving us the opportunity to.” Vessel responds simply. “Why don't you show us this barn.”

The tree hadn't damaged much but couldn't remain across the barn’s roof. “We need to get the sheep to the other building before we do anything.” You caught Vessel silently nodding at III, who quietly slipped from the group. You stood by as the pair formulated a plan, Henry seemingly impressed by Vessel’s initiative to help. You startled at the bleating from behind you, turning to find that III had successfully managed to herd all the sheep together.

Vessel calls your name. " Why don't you take Henry inside so you can both warm up? The more people out here, the more dangerous it'll be.”

“You don't have to tell me twice.” Henry chuckles. “You boys drink coffee? I'll get a pot started.”

“That would be great, Henry, thank you.” Vessel responds before his attention turns to you. “Go on, love. We won't be long.” The sight of his smile was enough to put you at ease. If you were being honest, this whole interaction was going a lot better than you thought it would. You were expecting Vessel to be cold and Henry to be abrasive, but the two seemed to be getting along just fine.

“Oh, wait, they're going to need some chain.” You sent Henry inside, insisting you would be right in. You were just going to jog back over and tell them where to look in the– You skidded to a halt as you rounded the corner. IV stood under the tree, his jacket discarded on the truck hood and his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His muscles strained under the weight of the colossal trunk; with a groan and one strong push from his legs, he lifted the tree from the barn. You hear him curse before pushing the tree forward, causing it to crash loudly to the ground. You watched him grab onto his hand, droplets of blood dripping from his fingers into the pure white snow. You were immediately consumed by panic seeing him hurt, the inhuman strength you just witnessed being pushed from your mind. You yell for him, rushing forward to see the damage. “Are you okay? Let me look.” The wound wasn't anything terrible, a gash left behind by what you were assuming was a sharp branch, just enough to cause him to bleed. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” He wordlessly followed you, allowing you to rush him inside and past Henry to the bathroom. You kicked the door shut behind you, pulling out the first aid kit from under the sink. IV stared back at you with confusion in his eyes, apprehension rolling off him in waves as he waited for you to address what you had just witnessed. He was snapped from his daze by you softly saying his name, “Can I see?”

“Yeah.” He sighs, placing his injured hand in yours. “I'm sorry you have to play nurse,” he chuckles. I wasn't expecting that bark to be so jagged.”

“It's no problem; it's what girlfriends are for.” He breathes out a sigh of relief as you smile at him. The silence still hung thick between you as you carefully cleaned the wound, being as gentle with him as possible. “So, you're strong enough to squat a tree?”

“I guess, on a good day.” He responds in an awkward attempt at a joke.

“Can you… Can all of you–?” You make a vague flexing motion, making IV chuckle.

“To an extent, yeah.” He leans closer to you, a smugness lacing its way into his words. “I would like to point out, however, that I am quite a bit stronger than II, thank you very much.”

You smile coyly at him, “As long as you're strong enough to sweep me up in your arms, that's all I care about.”

“You're acting like that would be much of a problem.” You swallow thickly, your heart racing as your eyes meet his.

“Try to sit still while I get you wrapped up, alright?” He laughs at your abrupt change in subject.

“Yes, love, whatever you need.” He leans in, gently pressing his lips to your forehead

“Is he gonna make it?” Henry asks, unbothered by your usual frantic chaos rushing through his living room, reading yesterday's paper in his recliner.

“Yessir, just a scratch,” IV responds with a chuckle.

“We're going to see what else they need help with; we’ll be back, " you explain before heading out of the house. You step onto the porch, pulling your jacket around you to try to shield yourself from the frigid wind. You squeal as IV effortlessly picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder.

“See? No trouble at all.” He teases before turning you into a more comfortable position, holding you close to his chest. By the time you had gotten back to the barn, Vessel and II had made quick work of chopping up the tree, the back of their truck filled with neatly sliced logs ready to be moved elsewhere.

“There you are! You were gone so long we thought she had to chop your damn hand off.” II chuckles.

“No, he got lucky this time.” You joke, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You mind going to check on III? Tell him we're just about done.” You nod, running off towards the other barn. Upon entering, you couldn't help but laugh, watching III attempt to calm the panicked sheep.

“I'm not trying to eat your flock; I'm just trying to help.” He attempts to bargain to stop the bleating.

“Want some company?” You ask with a smile.

“Please.” III chuckles in response.

“I'm surprised they don't like you; Henry’s sheep are usually very sweet.” You muse, patting the top of one of their fluffy heads as you pass.

“I tend to be rather scary to livestock animals… for one reason or another.” He responds vaguely.

“Well, Ves wanted me to tell you they're just about finished.” He slides to the ground with a sigh, patting the empty cushion of hay beside him.

“Good, that gives me a couple minutes to spend with you.” He responds in a flirty tone. You tumble down next to him, allowing him to pull you into his side. “How's your day going, baby?”

“Well, I'm spending it with you, so I can't complain.” You say with a smile.

Your heart raced as he leaned in closer to you. “Glad to hear it.” His gaze drops to your lips, slowly tracing your features before meeting your eyes again with an eye-crinkling smile. “Do you think, um– Do you think I could maybe steal you away for myself tonight..? Only if you want, of course.” The memory of III confessing how he just wants to get you alone bubbled up in the back of your mind, making your stomach flip.

“If you can manage to get me away from the others.” You joke with a giggle.

III releases a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. “Oh, don't worry about that, pretty girl. I'll make sure everyone knows you'll be spending the night with me.”

“Alright, III, bring them back in!” You hear Vessel call from outside. He stands with a groan, offering you his hand to help you up.

“Alright, everyone, let's make this as painless as possible.” He calls over the hoard of bleating sheep. He was surprisingly efficient at the task, rounding up the entire flock into one solid group to lead them from one building to the other. You noticed how he quickly spotted anyone who fell out of line, nudging them back with his knee as he barked to keep moving.

You jump as Vessel places a hand on your waist, “I think that went well, don't you?”

“I think you're right.” You smile softly, leaning into him as you share your hushed conversation. “Thank you for giving Henry a chance; he's pretty much family.”

“I can't say no to you,” he breathes out a chuckle. You asked for my help, and I'll always be there to give it to you… and, I guess, Henry doesn't seem so bad.” He playfully nudges your shoulder.

“You boys hungry? The wife and I would like to make you some dinner to say thanks for helpin’ out.” Vessel looks to the others for a response.

“Well, you know I could always eat.” III chuckles with a shrug. 

You hear II sigh, somewhat relieved, “Would either of you like help in the kitchen?”

“No, you've done more than enough. All of you.” Henry confidently walks up to Vessel with a look of determination. “After today, I can tell just how much bullshit those reporters are trying to fill everyone's head with. You're a good group; if you ever need anything, just let me know. Just make sure you take good care of my girl.”

Vessel smiled, genuinely shaking Henry's hand. “Thank you; I really appreciate that. And, trust me,” despite the mask covering his face, you could feel Vessel’s eyes shift to you. I plan to.”

You stood side by side with May, Henry’s wife, in the kitchen, helping her wash vegetables for dinner. “Those boys seem very sweet on you.” She gracefully dances around the subject. Your cheeks grow warm as you struggle to think of a way to explain your four boyfriends. “They're all very handsome; you'll have to come by and tell me about them sometime.” She whispers giddily.

“I’d love to; they're all amazing. I'm happy you finally get to meet them.” You jumped at the loud boom of laughter from the living room, smiling at the sound of the group.

“I think Henry likes them too.” She chuckles.

May insists she can finish up the cooking herself before sending you out into the commotion. You couldn't get over how lovely they all were, genuinely enjoying their time sitting in Henry’s cramped living room. The house was full of laughter, stories, and all the small things you missed about being at Henry's farm. The hours flew by, and before you knew it, you were comfortably tucked into the truck's cab, settling into III’s lap while Vessel drove towards their camp. III wraps his arms around your waist, chin settling against your shoulder. “How's my pretty girl?” He whispers.

“Good.” You reply with a pleased sigh. “Tired.” You follow up with a chuckle.

“Do you still want to spend the night?” A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear.

“Of course.”

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, awkward boys, threats, cursing, mentioned murders, mentioned drug use, teasing, family talks, sharing clothes, Mod being terrified, a surprisingly pleasant outting, Collette and Tom being helpful saints, a lot of tears, hurt/comfort, feels, so many feels, past abuse (physical and sexual), MF being awful (seriously bad), past underage sex, past inebriated sex, Kells being re-traumatized, baby talks, Collette being an amazing mom, Kells being sick, Kells in denial, cuddles, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature

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Thankfully nothing happened right in the moment. Colson had hidden his face against Dom's neck and Tom- the saint that he was, stepped in. “Mod love, not right now. We have to pack. Did I tell you how Dom and I met?” The poor lost beta shook his head and looked as if his heart was hurting. It didn't make any sense to Kells. The Alpha thought that might be a good starting point for a gentle threat, if the man knew who he was he would know not to spread any sensitive information around. He hoped it would be like knowing a secret about Persephone, would anyone risk pissing off Hades?

Colson didn't completely pull away, he made sure to stop anything from progressing below the belt but he kept the killer close as they escaped to his room. The place was stark and plain, Dom had never seen the point in decorating because it never felt like home. The omega still gave him a look. “You really are a psycho.”

“Sociopaf. You okay?” He tried to ask but the older man just flipped him off.

“Later. At home. He- It'll be fine. Right?” Col’s voice went soft and Dom could feel the pleading eyes from behind dark shades. He wanted to make it all better but short of killing the beta…

“Course. Tom don't like bad people and he's got a good radar. It'll be fine. So none of ‘em know?” He asked gently, there was something nagging at his mind but he couldn't pick it out of his brain. It was like a thought on the tip of his tongue he couldn't articulate. He tried to let it go before it drove him mad.

“Just mom. We hid it from everyone else. Fuck- not now. At home. Now…” Kells trailed off as he opened the closet. It was a mess of course, an external visual of Dom’s internal chaos but the omega just sighed and started tossing stuff into a box. “Fuck I wanna curl up in this and never leave.”

They both froze and the Alpha had to clear his throat and walk away. He knew he'd keep that statement safe in his memory forever but he wouldn't embarrass his mate. Were his nesting instincts kicking in already or was he just that in love? Considering how much they bickered it wasn't like the mob boss to be nice.

“I thought being a hitman would make you good money. I'm not saying you don't have style but shit babe, does any of this have an actual label? I told you, you don't understand the finer shit.” And there he was, Dom's catty lover. It was almost a comfort to be insulted.

Kells could feel his cheeks still pink and he hoped most of it was covered by his glasses. Why the fuck would he let himself say that? He couldn't help breathing deep calming breaths, being surrounded by his boy’s scent was intoxicating. Dom didn't have to know it though.

The rest of the time at their flat moved surprisingly fast. They didn't even need that many boxes. Tom had more things but most of Dom's life fit into a box or two. He hid his knives safely in a pile of his clothes and was pretty sure he caught his omega huffing his most recently worn shirt. Of course he didn't say anything, he liked his dick where it was. Mod very carefully didn't look at him but Dom made sure to step into his personal space at least a few times. It wasn't just Colson he was protecting, the beta was a little too friendly to his brother as well. He wouldn't pass judgment until they all talked, if the man handled the truth well he'd give his silent blessing. He wasn't that daft, he'd never tell Tom what to do anymore than he would his lover, again he liked his body parts attached. He knew how easy it was to take the human form apart.

The ride to their new home was quiet and awkward. All four of them packed into the bucket seat. Thankfully it was only a few blocks to the Four Seasons but it felt like miles to Kells. He'd sent a text to his mother who wasn't exactly helpful. Collette had been telling him for years to let at least one or two of his friends in. She basically just said ‘that’s what you get’, but when they arrived at the hotel she was waiting for them.

It only took a few carts to move everything upstairs and they had people for that. Col knew they needed to stop the distractions but before they all talked he led his lover into his favorite place in his home. Dominic paused as he stepped inside the closet that was far bigger than his last bedroom. Everything was perfectly arranged by color and type and the scent felt like heaven. There wasn't exactly a lot of room left for him but enough for what he had, he just didn't want to waste anymore time. He could unpack anytime. “Where's ya dream car Barbie?” He teased his mate to help ground the man and got a soft chuckle back.

“I'm just Ken.” Kells shrugged, flipping him off but thankfully he finally started to let himself relax. The sunglasses were tucked away in a drawer lined with dozens, his bloody clothes were dropped in a basket, and he'd blessedly rid himself of guns the moment they were inside.

Dom watched the mask slip away with the armor of his faux Alpha garb. When Colson was bare and just him again it helped something relax in the boy's chest. Silently the omega gave him a look that said more than his mouth could. If Dom didn't strip off his messy clothes and change he'd be in trouble. He was honestly surprised he hadn't been hosed down before being granted entrance to this safe haven of fabric and fluff. He was starting to realize maybe the fashion wasn't just carefully cultivated to hide his lover, maybe it really was just him and the older man was letting him see that.

He set to work undressing and trying to be careful not to drip. He was pretty sure everything had already dried but he didn't want to risk it. He didn't notice his partner getting into one of the boxes until he turned to see Col wearing one of his shirts and holding- oh fuck. A gift Tom had given him for his birthday. A picture of the two of them with the date written on the back. It was obviously his birthday because the other omega had tried to embarrass him with candles and balloons all around with the number printed in bold. It had happened only a month before they met. “Mostly twenty my ass. You're a baby.” The omega muttered but he didn't seem terribly upset.

“Ain't no difference between nineteen and twenty. Not really.” He tried to shrug. So what if he was closer to one than the other? It was just a bloody year. Not even. “Ain't gonna let you use it as a distraction to fight me. Put ya pants on and ‘and give me a shirt. We talking to ya bruv.”

Colson was insulted by how completely right his lover was, Dom didn't have to call him out like that. He set the picture aside to have it framed and stood to find the boy a top. “How about this?” He asked, pulling one of his tees out of a drawer and he held it up to display. The bastard of course just shrugged, it wasn't like he understood the difference on any of it. “I'm ashamed of you. I'm ashamed I've let you into my inner sanctum. You don't deserve it.”

Dom's brows furrowed. “Weird fing to call ya cunt.” Of course he was hit in the face with the top but he made his man laugh and that's all that mattered. “When I were a kid I always fhought when I could afford a Westwood I'd feel free.” He offered something true of himself. He'd always been a bit of a punk but his father of course wouldn't let him. It was too feminine. “Dad said Alpha's didn't dress like tha’.”

“Of course you think that's expensive. You're adorable, you know that?” Kells teased to keep the mood light but he took the tee back from Dom and moved to another drawer. The next thing he pulled out was a white top with a fake Mickey Mouse print. “Here, I have a few.” He tried not to focus on the way the kid looked at him, he was pretty sure there was an extra sheen to those jade eyes. When he caught a sniffle he stepped away, giving Dom a moment to himself as he found them both shorts.

The Alpha slipped the fabric over his head and looked in the mirror. He normally hated seeing himself but for once it felt… right. Especially when Col stepped up next to him. Was it possible for him to not hate himself now that he finally felt accepted? It could simply be the rush he always felt after a kill but he didn't think so. “I think it fits you. You're welcome to look around and use whatever. Just not when you-”

“Don't get anyfing messy, I know.” Dom laughed, taking the offered shorts and getting dressed before he took his mate's hand in his own. “You know ‘ey waiting for us. Come on. No matter wha’ I don't fink he'll tell anyone else. I won't let ‘im.” It was sobering to bring them back to reality but someone had to and both Tom and Collette were the type to drag them out if they lingered too long. After a moment Kells nodded. It had to work out either way. He just hoped it didn't end up in another mess.

The three others were already waiting in the living room when they entered, Mod trying to look calm but he was obviously anxious. The beta looked surprised to see Colson so dressed down and it made him realize it was the first time he'd let the man in his home. Fuck, how much had he held back to hide himself? Could he truly call anyone a friend? He hoped after they talked the other man would finally feel like one again but he'd understand if it was too much.

“Mod dear, may I ask what you think you heard?” Collette took control of the situation when no one else spoke. She hated seeing her boys so scared. It gave the pair a moment to get settled and Dom was pleased when Col stayed close.

“Nothing. I… I didn't hear anything. Please boss? I didn't hear anything you didn't want me to.” Well fuck if they were all that scared of him then he definitely didn't have any family. Just underlings.

“You heard me hitting on my mate. My Alpha mate.” Col tried to make himself explain.

“Not if you didn't want me to.”

“No Mod. Shit! I'm not gonna kill you. Would you calm the fuck down?”

“I might.” Dom offered and was swatted on the leg for his help.

“He won't either. You're like a brother to me. Hell, we grew up together. I've known you since I was thirteen!” His voice broke a little but he was more upset with himself than anyone else. He was starting to realize he was still letting his bastard father control him no matter how far away or how long he'd been without him. What image did his boys have of him? He'd always thought he and Mod were closer but maybe he should have thought twice. He hadn't even heard the guy call him by name since he took his role as the head of the family.

The beta shook where he sat and they didn't know if it was from fear or anger or both. It wasn't until tears welled in his eyes that Col realized it might even be from pain. “Obviously fucking not or you'd know you can trust me. With anything! But you don't. You never have.”

Kells swallowed hard and felt Dom squeeze his hand. They were sitting and touching almost everywhere on the couch and the Alpha was obviously fighting himself not to be too overprotective. “I haven't. I haven't let you know me at all and that's on me. You've never shown me anything but that you'd be cool with me. I- I'm sorry about that.”

Mod hadn't been looking at him but he finally did, the tension in him relaxing a little. “I'm fucking cool. You should know that shit already. I'm not a dick. When have I ever made it seem like I don't respect the fuck out of omegas?” There it was. The word that scared Colson his whole life. The title he'd fought so hard against for so long.

He couldn't help his own eyes misting but he tried to swallow the lump in his throat before it got worse. “You do. I know you do but they-”

“I'm not them Colson! I was friends with you, that's why I'm fucking here. I barely knew your dad and I don't like most of our damn job! I like that we save people but I never would have done this if not for you! So don't fucking lump me in with the rest of your gun toting buddies. You should have known you could trust me. I mean shit, I just wanted to smoke weed with my best friend and chill.”

They both laughed wetly at that. They'd met because Col used to sell pot for Travis. They'd bonded over music and spent most of their time together until Mod was just part of the gang. Literally. Kells didn't realize how much that bothered his brother and he vowed to work on that. If the man wanted to just stay back with Tom he'd get them set up with their own office. Maybe even start a rule no one had to carry if they didn't want to.

“So… mated huh?” The beta tried to change the subject and ease the heavy weight in the room. He'd always been good at calming the boss and helping him remember that he didn't always have to be on. He could relax and be himself too. It normally included good weed but he didn't smell it in the home anymore and he wasn't going to ask. He shouldn't. Shit he probably would.

“I'd say it was an accident but-” Col shrugged and leaned against his lover a little more.

“Technically yeah. You fucking bit me the day we met.” Dom teased, testing the waters of what was allowed with a gentle kiss to his mate's temple.

“Which was you coming to kill him right?” Oh so Tom had really filled him in.

“Well… yeah. But I fhought he were selling omegas. I didn't fink he'd be keeping me.”

“Oh you think I'm keeping you?” The omega huffed playfully. He couldn't let Dom get an ego or anything.

“Considering all I already did to claim yas yeah. I'd jus’ follow you if you tried to kick me out.” It was stated so matter of fact and Col knew it was true. He had done it already for weeks.

“Do you want help telling everyone else? I mean they're gonna find out anyway right?” Mod asked gently. “I mean hell I'm a beta and I can smell the difference on you.”

Colson glanced at his best friend and tried so hard not to glare. It was annoying when everyone else just sat back and watched him instead of speaking up. “We're not there yet.”

“But-”

“No. I can't let Megan find out. She's already trying to push me out.” Kells growled but the name of the bitch made that feeling start back in Dom's mind. What was it?

“I talked to her and convinced her I needed help.” Collette explained. “She thinks she's seducing a man who runs a gang near here. I told her it was someone we dealt with but that I thought he might be the one stealing from us. She thinks he's a rich fuck who wants what's ours when it's really one of my old friends. He'll let us know if she's really on our side or if she's trying to branch out.”

That soothed a lot of the stress in Col’s chest. If Megan was off taking care of that then at least he wouldn't have to deal with her for a while. “Thanks mom.”

“I told you I'm the brains here.” She smiled but none of them noticed that Dom had gone quiet.

The Alpha finally remembered what he had forgotten and he wasn't sure how to bring it up or even if he should. He wanted to be open with his lover but he knew this would upset him and he'd already been so hurt tonight. Megan knew. Somehow he'd been so enraged with her he hadn't caught it at the time or maybe he hadn't realized none of his mate's friends were supposed to know. She'd said it. Right to his face. She'd called Colson an omega. Oh fuck. “Cols… she knows.”

Kells turned wide eyes on his mate and almost pulled away. He made a conscious effort not to shut down but it was a near thing. “The fuck are you talking about?” His voice was flat because if he let any emotion out it might be terror. If she knew… she really had planned to assault him. She knew she could overpower him.

“Tha’ night, she uh… she said summat like ‘ask your omega'. She implied you fucked ‘er so I didn't wanna bring it up.”

“Ew no! That was the first fucking time we even kissed!”

“Tha' ain't saying much. You told me you don't like kissing.” Dom huffed softly but his lover was starting to shake.

“I never… I mean I've been fucked up around her before but I don't think… we-”

Mod cleared his throat and when they turned to look at him on the couch across from them his eyes looked full of worry. “I think you did, brother.” Even with all the fear building in him it felt good to the omega to hear that word again. He hadn't even realized how long it had been since he last felt like he had one.

“What… when?” Colson felt small and lost and he was thankful for the way Dom held him. It wasn't overwhelming, just an arm around his shoulders and a solid line of them touching from knee to ribs.

“I think you were fifteen. Remember your birthday party that year?” Mod offered.

“No.” Col choked on a noise that was almost a laugh but there was no amusement there.

“Yeah I didn't think so. Please know I wouldn't have let you go to bed with her. She was already eighteen and that felt gross to me. I mean to each their own but I wouldn't have fucked you.” Mod tried to make light. “You know how fucked up I was at the time so I figured we both blacked out that night but the next day I caught her sneaking out of your room. She just winked at me and left but you were still dead to the world and later when everyone acted like nothing had happened I just figured you didn't want to talk about it.”

“Fuck- I-” Colson's stomach rolled. He was starting to become accustomed to the nausea but it hit him as hard as it did when she tried for him. A second time? Or was there more? Dom gave him a worried look before discreetly tucking his warm palm under his shirt to rest over his inked belly. He wanted to snap at the Alpha but shit it helped.

“I'm sorry Col.” Mod sighed but of course it wasn't his fault.

“It wasn't on you. Just because you know now doesn't mean you can feel like you should have protected my ass. You just said you respected omegas, don't pull that shit. I'm still me.”

“Dude chill! I don't mean it cause you're omega, I mean cause you were a kid and I knew you'd been through shit. I'm your big brother asshole.” That shut Colson up because he did know Mod better than that. He was just scared and he hated it.

“Oh. Right.” He sighed, trying to release a little tension in his shoulders but he didn't know anything now. Had she always known? Had he fucked her or-

Dom gasped at how quickly his lover was up and off the couch and out of the room. He didn't even know where the man was heading until he heard the bathroom door slam. He hated that his partner was hurting and he couldn't fix it.

“Fair is fair.” Collette muttered softly and he looked back at her. He didn't think he was supposed to run after him. “He was a little jerk to me.” She grinned, happy for a moment in her memory before her face fell. “I hope he can learn to enjoy this time and accept it before he misses it all. I was terrified every day with him because I was so young and his father was…” She sighed. “I don't want him missing the good things. He'll be able to feel them before long.”

Dom shifted on his seat and his knee started bouncing. His hearing was so sensitive he could just make out his mate being sick. It made his need for revenge against the female Alpha burn in his veins but in this he wouldn't make a decision without Kells. “I'm trying.” He tried to soothe her worries but it scared him too. He couldn't fathom the pain Colson had been through as a boy and this might make him regress. He'd do anything he could to help.

When Col finally appeared again his shoulders were hunched and his hand was holding his stomach. Dom tried not to get excited because it looked more as if his mate was trying to hold himself together. “I'm sure it was fine at the time.” The omega huffed but even he barely believed it. Especially if that's when she found out what he was. He never allowed that. “She probably thought it was. It's whatever.”

“I believe it's time I should let you know what Mod and I found. Someone has been stealing from you for a long time. Not large sums but enough to make someone rich. Who is normally dealing with the buys?” Tom offered, but he wasn't truly changing the subject. He was trying to help his new friend see the truth. That woman had never been his friend.

“Can we all shut the fuck up for a minute? It's late and she's busy. Nothing is going to happen tonight. Mod, you're welcome to the couch. Tom, I hope you enjoy your new room. Dom?” He waited until his lover met his gaze. “Get the fuck in bed?”

“Right.” The Alpha barely even looked at anyone else before he jumped off the sofa to follow his man's needs.

“Mom? Love you. Be good.” He tried to be stern but she just grinned as he kissed her cheek. Colson was shocked when Mod stood up and held out his arms. He didn't force a hug but Kells was happy to accept it. He couldn't even remember the last time they fist bumped for fucks sake.

“You're doing good kid. I'm proud of you.” The beta whispered against his neck and Col had to fight back the burn in his eyes.

“Don't linger too long. You know who's waiting for him.” Tom joked, tugging on the edge of Mod’s shirt and it made the man jump. The other omega always found it hilarious to watch people be so scared of his best friend. “Come. You can help me unpack.” He offered when the pair stopped hugging and Colson watched as the photographer walked off, putting his hair in a messy bun. He just expected Mod to follow and of course he did.

“You might have competition on cutest couple soon” Collette joked with her son who just laughed wetly and hugged her close without words. “I'm not who you need right now. Don't worry, I'm not offended. That boy loves you both so much.”

“Mom-”

“No Colson. You listen to me.” She huffed, cupping his cheeks so he couldn't look away. He was a giant now but she still saw her little boy that went through terrible pain and loss. “This isn't that. They-” She paused and dropped one hand to rest over his still flat stomach. “They aren't the same. It's okay to be terrified, that won't ever go away. Hell it's been almost thirty years and I'm still always scared for you. But it's alright to be happy too. I can't promise it'll be okay but you're ready now.”

“I'm n-”

She cut him off. “You are the bravest man I know and yes the fuck you are. I'm not trying to hurt you, I never would. But your bond starts now. All three of you.” He didn't try and respond but he squeezed her close before disengaging and heading to bed.

Dom had heard every word but he didn't show it, he just held up the blankets like Colson did for him and the omega collapsed next to him. They didn't speak, they didn't need to and both of them were a little too overwhelmed. Kells just turned around to face the wall and fit himself against his lover's chest. He took the Alpha's hand and pressed it against his stomach, he wasn't admitting anything. Not yet. But it was warm and soft and he knew it made the boy happy. Besides, it was comforting as fuck.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

This was a bit of a heavy chapter but it had to be to mix in a little plot. I tried to keep them joking around too though so it didn't get too dark. I don't know why I love Tod (Tom/Mod) but it's so cute. There might be a time skip now since we covered so much of a few days. Hopefully Kells feels better. I hope you're enjoying it 💣🖤

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Bloody Rotten

**imagine that cigarette in the gif is a piece of toast.

Summary: It’s 1925ish (???) in the Little Lady Blinderverse. Clara’s feeling bloody rotten, but thankfully her brother arrives home just in time to look after her. 

Request (from Dancerlittle over on ao3): If you’re taking requests, I’d love to see Clara sick and Tommy taking care of her (not sure if you’ve written this yet!) - I decided to use this request with the parental prompt 31: "When was the last time you ate something?”

Characters: Tommy Shelby and Clara Shelby w/ a bit of Frances.

Content Warnings: Clara’s got a flu/ stomach bug so there’s pretty open talk about not eating, not sleeping, vomiting, and feeling bloody rotten.  

Here’s the AO3 link if you prefer to read over there. Tell me what y'all think! Reviews and comments are always appreciated. 😌��️

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Frances took her boss's cap and briefcase as the pair of them stood in the foyer, enduring the chilliness left by the brief opening and closing of the front door.

"There's a pile of correspondence on your desk, Mr. Shelby."

He was several hours late in arriving, but the maid didn’t pass comment, and if she passed judgment, Tommy didn’t pick up on it—a rather pleasant and rare thing, if Tommy thought about it—to be welcomed home without complaint and admonishment.

"And the new chef started on Tuesday," Frances added, ignoring the icy bite that clung to the fabric of her uniform.

"Yeah?” Tommy asked. “How is he? No burnt toast, I hope."

"No, sir.” Frances gave a small smile. “No burnt toast, though he hasn't had much of an opportunity to cook for anyone but the staff since arriving."

Tommy waited for her to expand upon her statement, not offering commentary or prompting, simply willing her to continue. Frances knew her employer well-enough and quickly obliged.

"Charles is coming back to himself, but your sister is now poorly," Frances offered, failing to hide the concern that crept into her voice. "She's not kept anything down for three days, Mr. Shelby. She refused to even try for lunch and dinner today."

Tommy shrugged out of his coat, allowing Frances to take that as well as his gaze traveled up the staircase where his sister likely was. He had expected to find his sister there waiting for him, ready to give him an earful for his lateness, for missing Friday night dinner with her and Charles. Clara was prone to that sort of thing, which was why he was surprised to find Frances had waited up to greet him instead.

Tommy supposed he hadn’t missed much of a dinner after all though. It was better that he’d stayed in London attending to business.

“She’s asleep now?” Tommy asked.

“I don’t think so, sir, but she is in her room,” Frances answered. “She has spent most of her time there. She tried going to school and the shop, but I insisted she stay home and rest." Frances frowned. "She says she can't sleep, sir. And she won't eat, but Chef made up a tray for her anyway. I was just about to take it up.”

Frances nodded towards the tray balancing on the sideboard, a small assortment of mild foods, tea, and water set out.

Tommy nodded. "I'll take it up," he said. "Thank you, Frances.”

He collected the tray and moved to the stairs, part of him wondering how the woman had managed to garner even a smidgen of his sister’s compliance in such a state. Clara could be a notoriously difficult patient—she always had been, something which had only grown worse with age—and even he had trouble getting her to listen to reason sometimes.

Tommy could see from the stairs that the door to Clara's bedroom was pulled tightly shut. He didn't bother knocking before he eased it open to find his sister curled under the covers, her sniffling audible from the threshold.

"I'm not hungry, Frances," she said, her tone both sharp and pitiful in the same measure. "Just leave it," she ordered, giving her assumed visitor no room for discussion on the subject.

Tommy nearly snorted at Clara’s outright sullenness towards the maid she’d grown a certain affection toward since Mary’s departure. Frances had alluded that Clara hadn’t been easy, but if this was how his sister had been acting the last few days—not that he'd be surprised if that was the case—Tommy thought Frances deserved more than his thanks. She'd been gracious with him just now—she usually was—but after dealing with two sick, cantankerous children, Tommy figured he was owing the woman a few extra days off, perhaps, or some extra pay.

"Not hungry and you haven't eaten in three days?" Tommy prompted.

Clara slowly lifted her head from her pillow to look at him, a jolt of shock running through her at hearing her brother’s voice.

Up until then, Clara hadn’t been quite sure what day was what—things had sort of muddled together, especially once she started refusing meals, but Tommy’s presence reminded her that it must be Friday and judging by the quiet of the house, it was late. And if it was late, he’d broken a promise because he’d missed dinner.

Clara scowled after the shock of her brother’s sudden presence passed. She couldn't maintain it for more than a few seconds though, thoroughly tired by the little effort extended to lift her head. She settled her head back against the pillow, wiping at the half-dried tears on her cheeks as she hiked the blankets over her shoulder.

"Leave me alone."

Tommy walked across the room, settling the tray on her bedside table and ignoring her orders as he watched her. "Has the doctor been to see you?"

Clara didn't answer and something in her silence told Tommy that the possibility of calling in the doctor had been Frances's bargaining chip in gaining the girl's compliance. If Clara didn't consent to stay home and rest, Frances would call the doctor in. He couldn’t imagine Clara had liked that ultimatum very much. He imagined she had put up a fight, but Frances had persevered.

And it seemed that the tactic had worked—it had at least gotten Clara to stay in bed. Tommy had a feeling it was all for naught though if she wasn't getting any better. He couldn’t imagine this was what his sister looked like on the road to recovery. He couldn’t imagine this was better. She looked terrible and if there wasn’t improvement soon, they’d have to call the doctor whether she complied with her at-home care or not.

“You’re not sleeping and you’re not eating,” Tommy said. “We’ll need to—”

"When was the last time you ate something?” she mumbled, a bit of fire dancing in her tired tone though she didn’t lift her head from the pillow.

Tommy snorted. Her snark was comforting, reassuring that things weren’t too far gone to be taken care of with a little push. "It’s not me I’m worried about, Clara.”

Those words brought Clara to the crest of her emotions, the wave of it swelling within her because though she’d been resistant to Frances’s display of concern, her brother admitting it allowed Clara to admit that she was worried, too. There was part of her wondering if she was ever going to start feeling better, if she’d ever be able to get back to the business of eating and sleeping and carrying on, or if she’d be confined to this bed, sore and tired and cranky til the end of her days.

It was starting to feel that way. Clara was starving, more hungry than she’d been in her entire life. The pains in her stomach came and went now, sometimes overshadowed by the soreness of her body on account of all the heaving she’d done, but there was a constant emptiness in her she couldn’t escape, a constant lack of energy and will. But even if she was hungry—and terribly thirsty, to boot—Clara was far too afraid to try again. She hadn’t successfully kept anything down for days and she didn’t know she could handle that particular exertion. Not now.

“Clara, you need to—”

"Tommy, I can't,” she interrupted, already knowing what he intended to say. Frances had said it over and over. Miss, you need to eat. Miss, you need to sleep.  

Clara knew and somehow she couldn’t. Or maybe she simply wouldn’t. She hadn't tried anything except a few sips of water for the past day, at least. Her body had been hurt and achy from the cold, and then once all the heaving started, she just couldn't take it anymore. Clara didn’t know what would happen if she tried.

"You've got to keep something down," Tommy said. "And you need some rest."

“Leave me alone, then,” Clara’s voice seemed so small as it reached her brother’s ears. The bite had gone though she issued the same demands.

Clara curled up in the blankets, pulling them over her head as Tommy lowered himself to sit on the edge of her mattress.

"Clara."

"I don’t feel good."

"I know you don't," Tommy said, reaching out to rest his hand on her over the covers. "Come here, Clara. Come on. Sit up."

Clara didn't move from her spot and Tommy decided on waiting out her stubbornness. This routine was familiar to him. She’d relent sooner or later. He figured she was just trying to outlast him. She was just being grumpy because she was tired and hungry and sick and—

Tommy thought all that, but then he heard Clara’s sniffling sound once again as her breathing picked up, the lump under the blankets beginning to shake.

"I don't want to be sick anymore, Tommy," she whined, her voice breaking on a sob. “I feel rotten.”

Tommy didn't waste his breath trying to convince his sister to comply with his request, that she let him in and allow herself to be comforted and cared for. He didn't wait, didn’t even give Clara the option of ignoring him. Tommy pulled her up and shifted her into his arms, taking care as he rested her against him with her robe and blankets still wrapped around her.

"It hurts," Clara mumbled as she leaned into him.

A bit of crisp night air still clung to Tommy’s shirt even though he'd removed his jacket and Clara relished it, allowing the fabric to chill her fevered skin as he held her.  

"I know, my girl. I know," Tommy said, soothing her as his hand rubbed circles on her back. "You feel bloody rotten, but it's alright. You're alright."

Clara wanted to believe that everything would be alright. She wanted to be comforted by Tommy’s words, but Clara didn't truly know that she was alright. Or that she ever would be again.

Sure, her nephew had recovered from his bout of sickness in less than a week, but it hadn't been like this for him. His symptoms had been mild comparatively. Charles had had an appetite all the way through. He'd had no trouble keeping food down. He’d had no trouble sleeping.

Charles had been sick, but he hadn't been sick sick.

And the little boy certainly hadn’t had whatever illness Clara had earned for herself now.

But then again, Charles had willingly submitted to being cared for. He'd reveled in extra bedtime stories and endless servings of warm, brothy soup allowed to be consumed in his bed. He'd loved being doted on and snuggled up with his stuffed animals and his auntie.

Frances had warned Clara to keep away from her nephew's barking cough while he recovered. Clara hadn't listened to a single piece of Frances's advice.

Of course, she hadn't.

Then, once she’d started feeling feverish and sore in the throat, Frances had suggested Clara rest. She'd told her to take the day, to stay in bed.

Naturally, Clara hadn't listened to that advice either. She'd gone in to school and then to the office before coming back to Arrow House that night nearly dead on her feet.

And even then, Clara had only been enticed to go to her bed because Frances had gotten strategic in her negotiations, offering to hold off on calls to family members and doctors only on the condition that Clara stay in bed and try to rest.

Clara had been in bed ever since, but only by virtue of the fact that she’d needed bedrest. The damage was already done. She'd already pushed too hard and for too long. An illness that could've passed her over in a few days had taken root well within her and she’d been too tired, sore, and weak to do anything except stay in bed.

Tommy saw proof of that fact as Clara continued to cling to him, her breaths slowing as she settled. Half under the covers, he spotted the pile of his sister’s books—school texts and office ledgers and papers from the office—all of it a bit of evidence that even now, even with her feeling as rotten as she seemed to, Clara still wasn't taking care of herself.

And Frances's negotiations hadn't worked, not entirely. Tommy recognized they were past negotiations now. They were at a turning point in her illness and the handling of it. She wasn't eating or drinking. She wasn't sleeping. Tommy could feel the heat radiating off of his sister through the layers of fabric, Clara's body warm with a dangerous fever that reminded him of instances of childhood illnesses he'd rather forget. If she didn't make a turn soon, she'd be in trouble.

“Alright, Clara,” he said, as if with just two words he was putting an end to his sister’s suffering. “Frances sent up a tray. You need to eat and then it’s time for bed.”

Clara shook her head against him, settling herself more firmly in Tommy’s hold, somehow endeavoring to make herself dead weight, unmovable.

“I’ll have to call Dr. Osborne then, eh?” he said. “Can’t imagine he’ll be happy to be making a house call at two in the morning because a girl’s too stubborn to do as she’s told.”

Clara whined in protest, but she didn’t fight Tommy when he loosened his hold. Either Clara didn’t have it in her to fight anymore or some part of her knew her brother was right. She needed to eat if she was going to get better. Some part of Clara even wanted Tommy to force her hand. Clara knew she hadn’t the courage or the will to do it for herself.

“Alright.” Tommy shifted away from his sister. He guided her back on the bed, sitting up against the pillows. “Now, you have your choices. Eat your dinner and rest or I’ll—”

“Tommy, please,” Clara said. “I’m not being stubborn, I’m just…I’m…”

Scared. The word rattled around painfully in Clara’s brain. She was scared. Part of her knew it was silly. Part of her knew she could pull through and be on the mend soon enough, but it would probably take her eating something…and drinking something, too.

Clara didn’t know if she could manage another bout of heaving over the basin. It already felt like every muscle in her body was strained, sore, and exhausted. The mere thought of going through that again rattled her nerves, scared her nearly as much as the notion of never getting better.

Tommy waited for Clara to come to the word. He waited for her to say it even though some part of him already knew.

Clara started again when Tommy showed no signs of letting her out of finishing her thought. “Tommy, what if…” She closed her eyes, wincing as she swallowed the painful lump in her sore throat. “What if I get sick again?”

“I’m right here, Clara.”

A wave of something new rushed over Clara then. Tommy had meant the words to be a comfort. In a way, they were—whatever happened, at the end of the day, Tommy would be there with her. All that was a comfort, but Clara felt suddenly embarrassed at her brother’s declaration, too. She very suddenly wanted him out and away from her room, from her sickness.

Clara had already broken down in a pitiful bout of tears. She’d already shamelessly sought the comfort of her brother’s arms like a child. Neither of those things had troubled her, but with the idea of her brother being there while she was sick…the idea of Tommy being present as she spilled the limited contents of her stomach brought a fresh heat into her already flushed cheeks.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Tommy said, seeming to read his sister’s mind without her having to say a word. “I’m sure it won’t be the last either.” Tommy didn’t bother to clarify if he was talking about him being there for her or her being sick in front of him. It didn’t seem to matter. His words were likely true on both accounts.

Clara shook her head, instantly regretting the movement as it rattled her brain. She pressed her palms to the sides of her head, willing the pain to ease as she mumbled. “Maybe just leave it, Tommy. I promise I’ll try—”

“No.” Tommy snorted, shaking his head. “No empty promises, eh? Those were your own words just this week. You demanded I be home to have dinner and now you’re trying to get out of it,” he said, his speech grand and inflated as if he was making some grand business proposition and not talking to his sick little sister. “No, Miss Shelby. I won’t be going anywhere until you have some dinner.

“Start with this.” Tommy took a mug from the tray and held it out for Clara. “Go on.”  

Clara took a deep breath. The sharp pain in her head was starting to dull. She had thought about trying to talk Tommy out of it once again. She thought she could try from a different angle, perhaps, but then she thought better of it. Clara could recognize her brother’s resolve on the matter for what it was—adamant and unwavering.

Tommy had backed her into a corner. He was forcing her hand. And just as Tommy had seen the futility of fighting her on making a promise to be home for Friday dinner, Clara saw the futility in continuing to put up a fight and she took the mug of broth into her hand, savoring the radiating warmth that transferred to her fingers. Clara took a single sip of the liquid before pulling the mug from her lips.

“There,” Clara said, trying to hand the mug back to her brother.

Tommy refused to take the mug. “Have a little more.”

Clara lowered the mug, allowing it to rest on top of the blankets in her lap. “But you’re not having anything.”

“I’m not the one—”

“It’s not having dinner unless we’re both eating,” Clara argued.

Tommy shook his head, but sensed his sister’s sudden show of resolve, just as sturdy as his own had been.

“One sip and you’re already feeling better, eh?” Tommy chided as he took a triangle of toast from the tray. “Go on, then. We’ll eat, the both of us.”

“But you’re still not—”

Tommy took a bite of the toast, munching as he nodded his head toward the mug cradled in Clara’s lap. “There, I’ve eaten. Your turn.”

Clara slowly pulled the mug towards her lips. “Perhaps you should have some more—”

“Enough about my dinner,” Tommy warned.

“But—”

“You’re stalling, Clara.”

“I’m not,” Clara answered, though she was, at least a bit, and both of them knew as much.

“What is it you’re doing, then?” he asked.

“Having dinner with my brother?” she ventured, the corner of her mouth quirking just a bit. “He promised.”

Tommy shook his head at her. Whether it was the broth or Tommy’s company or something else entirely, his sister was clearly feeling a bit better if she was making comments like that. He retrieved the remaining bit of toast from the tray, holding it out as he pointed it at her.

“You’re spoiled bloody rotten, you know that, eh?”

Clara didn’t answer him, but Tommy didn’t mind. He wasn’t really expecting a response, and anyways, she was too busy holding the mug to her lips as she slowly sipped her dinner.

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[bellysoupset]

Hello, I wasn't sure if my request went through so I thought I'd resend it. If you already got it please ignore. I was wonder if you could write something where Leo gets really sick before a big game and keeps insisting he can play when he clearly can't. With Jonah and Luke taking care of him and having to force him back to bed. I love when Jonah goes all 'doctor mode' and is all sweet and protective of Leo. Those two are so cute. Thank you!

Hey Book! I hope this is what you had in mind! This is LONG. TW: Mention of depression and Leo's intrusive thoughts (including mild suicide ideation). It's nothing as harsh as the TW make it sound, but be warned.

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It was the last game of the season. Or better, his last game, period. With graduation rapidly approaching, Leo knew he couldn't miss this. Besides, it was at home. How fitting, the last game ever happening in his own town.

He was more than a little emotional, had been since waking up. Leo wasn't one to break into tears over anything, but he had pretty much spent the entirety of his shower that morning tear eyed as he mulled over the fact there would be no more bus trips, no more euphoria after the game, no more... None of that.

Jonah had eyed him weirdly as they drove together to campus, but he had been in a rush to get to class, so any questioning he had was pushed aside.

Leo hadn't been able to focus at all in his thesis, the one he needed to present by the end of the month in order to graduate. The one his entire future hinged on. Yeah, that one little paper - paper which was currently 76 pages and counting.

"Hey kiddo," Vince messed his hair as he passed by his table in the cafeteria, "too hot to sit with us?"

"I'm not kiddo..." Leo groaned, looking up from the sandwich he had been staring at for the past 20 minutes, unable to stomach another bite. Everything felt off.

"Well, stop sulking and come sit with us," Vince scoffed, waiting by the bench. His own plate was piled up with food, considering the campus cafeteria had an all-you-can-eat buffet, for a pretty reasonable sum. Leo eyed it and grimaced, it didn't look appetizing at all.

"Found this one sulking near the architecture nerds," Vince announced as he sat down next to Lucas, Leo's own spot clear to his right.

"What's with the face?" Mikey asked, while Aidan merely looked up from his plate. Leo shrugged, sitting down and tearing the crust out of his sandwich.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

This seemed enough for the rest of the team, they were hyped after all, but not to Lucas. His friend smiled at him.

"It sucks that's the last one, right?"

Leo nodded, glad that someone understood him. Much to his dismay Vince let out a scoff, but not before wrapping an arm around Leo's shoulders and tugging on him, basically forcing his face to meet his armpit in an overly affectionate headlock.

"It might be the last official one, but we're so not gonna stop playing. Or seeing each other, I literally have gym with you tomorrow, Leo."

"Let go off me!" Leo groaned, trying to fight him, "I said it's fine."

"Yeah, I heard you, kid," Vince ignored his complaints, chuckle rumbling in his chest and Leo punched his side in order to free himself. He was dizzy by the time he managed to sit up, but the guys were laughing and even starting to feel wretched... Leo couldn't help but feel a little better with Vin's words.

"Banks is coming for tonight's game, right?" Luke asked and it took Leo a whole second to understand he meant Jonah.

"Yeah, he switched shifts with Wendy."

"Wait, what?" Vince whined, pouting, "aw, c'mon, that's not fair, I thought she was coming..."

Leo shrugged, "maybe she switched with someone too? No idea." Not that he cared or wanted Wendy there, he thought viciously, then frowned at his own thought.

He didn't want to be a shitty person, even in his own head. Vince was grumpily stabbing his food with his fork and Leo moved so he wouldn't smell it.

The rest of lunch went by quicker than he would've liked. Leo knew they were trying to involve him in the conversation, Vince asking about his thesis and seeming genuinely interested, but he couldn't hold a conversation. His whole body felt heavy and achy... And he wanted to be in bed.

"Hey," Lucas circled him as they finished up, planting both hands on Leo's shoulders, seeing as he was still sitting down, "are you good, Leo?"

"Yeah, I'm fine-"

"So you keep saying, but I'm not sure if I buy it," Luke frowned, then before Leo could stop him, he moved a hand from his shoulder to his forehead, big paw covering most Leo's face.

"Lucas, stop being fucking weird!"

"I think you're feverish," Lucas sounded concerned, "a little bit, I'm not sure."

"I'm fine," Leo pushed his hand away, glaring at him. He immediately missed the touch, if for no other reason than the fact it helped sustain his heavy head, "stop being a weirdo, let go off me."

"Uhm," Luke squinted at him, but did step back so Leo could get up from the bench, "I'm gonna keep my eye on you."

"I'm not five," Leo deadpanned, rolling his eyes, "and I have to go, I have to finish scanning a bunch of internship documents if I want to make it in time for tonight."

He wasn't actually in any rush, he had used the copy machine earlier, but anything to get out from under Vince and Luke's worried gazes.

Once he was out of the cafeteria the slight queasiness he was feeling faded into the background and although he still felt exhausted and achy, at least he didn't have to keep any conversation going.

His plan worked out fine until it was 5 PM and Jonah was right outside his classroom door.

Normally just seeing him there would make Leo giddy. Jonah was a fucking sight to behold, especially when he wasn't paying attention, just leaning against the hallway right outside the lecture room, propped against the wall as he scrolled down his phone, wearing a black bomber jacket over the light button up he wore everyday. He had even shaved the side of his hair, in the fashion Leo liked, which suited him much better than the fluffy fro.

Today was not a normal day, though, so Leo almost groaned as he realized his boyfriend was out there and there was no chance now that he could go back to his own dorm, take his sleeping pills and crash until the game.

"Hi," Jonah smiled as Leo walked out of the classroom, the last student out. He pocketed his phone, "how was the day?"

Leo shrugged, "it sure was a day."

Jon's eyebrows shot up, "that good?" he leaned in, grabbing the neckline of Leo's sand colored sweater, "can I cheer you up?" Jonah smiled, bumping his nose over his, minty breath in his mouth.

Leo recoiled as the smell of gum made his stomach roll, "no- I mean, yeah, you can, just... Let's ease up on the PDA."

That was so widely out of character for him that Jonah simply gaped.

"Uh... Are you feeling okay?"

"Why is everyone asking me this today?" Leo grabbed Jon's hand, forcing him to walk down the hallway, "I'm fine, I'm just in a bad mood."

"Because of the game."

"Because of the game," Leo agreed, nodding, "I just... Don't take this the wrong way, I'm ready for college to be over, just..."

"I got you," Jonah squeezed his hand back, then leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek, "but I promise you it'll be a good change, not a bad one."

Leo sighed, leaning onto his touch. At least Jonah felt warm, a good change from the permanent chill that he had felt all day, "can we go home?"

Jonah shrugged, "the guys are all gonna be together before the game, are you sure you don't wanna go?"

He didn't want to miss out on that, since it'd be the last time ever, but... But he also just felt like he wanted to sleep and never wake up again, which normally shaped up to not having a good time.

"No, I wanna go home. I wanna sleep."

Jon frowned, but said nothing, intertwining their fingers.

Jonah wasn't like the others, he wasn't the chatty type and normally they could sit in silence for hours, but today he apparently had decided he really wanted to talk. For some fucking reason.

Leo stared at him, unimpressed, as Jonah rattled on and on about the hospital and the fact one of the interns had passed out seeing blood and Wendy this, Wendy that-

"Can you stop?"

"The car?" Jonah's eyebrows shot up, "why? Are you carsick-"

"No, stop talking," Leo grumbled, then regretted it, "I just have a headache, that's all..." he really didn't.

"Oh... Yeah, of course," Jonah nodded, sounding very confused.

Now that Jon had brought up being carsick, suddenly all that Leo could focus on was his stomach. The measly sandwich that he had forced himself to eat was just sitting there, heavy as a rock. Not digesting at all.

He placed a hand over his stomach, rubbing in small circles over his sweater. Thankfully they were already close to the apartment building, so the car came to a stop quickly.

Once again, the nausea faded, but this time it didn't vanish, just sat uncomfortably in his gut, annoying as hell.

"Leo?" Jonah called once he didn't get out after the car was parked. He circled the car and opened the door, "baby... Talk with me, what's wrong? This isn't you..."

"I don't know," Leo sighed, leaning in and planting his forehead to his shoulder, "I don't know, I don't feel well, my head-" he let out a little noise as Jonah combed his fingers through his hair. Leo didn't mean a headache, but he welcomed the soothing touch just the same, "I just wanna go to bed."

"Okay..." Jonah whispered, leaning in to plant a kiss on his temple, only to frown as he pulled back, "you're a little warm, baby."

"Jon," Leo groaned, "please, I just wanna go to bed."

He could tell that Jon wanted to argue, but for the moment, that could wait. They didn't talk as they went up to the apartment and Leo stripped by the door, paying Jonah no attention as he stomped to the bedroom and faceplanted the pillow.

"I got you some Tylenol," Jonah whispered, entering the room and sitting gingerly at the edge of the bed, "Leo."

"No," Leo shook his head, "no, I don't want that..."

"Well, I don't really care," Jonah ushered him to sit up, "take the meds."

Glaring at him, Leo took the pill dry, then promptly fell back down, "just let me sleep."

"You're welcome," Jonah said sardonically, then ran his fingers through Leo's hair, absentmindedly.

Next time Leo opened his eyes, he immediately knew something was wrong with him. His head felt like it was weighting a ton and he could barely sit up on the bed. Jonah wasn't in the room.

Leo all but crawled to the bathroom, splashing his face with water. He looked horrible, his face was all blotchy, pale in certain places and red where it had been pressed to the pillow, his eyes looked sunken in.

"Great," he mumbled, water dripping form his hair and causing him to shiver. To add insult to the injury, the tylenol he had had previously was sitting in his stomach just like the sandwich: like a fucking brick.

He pressed on his belly, forcing up a sick belch that tasted like acid, but nothing else happened. Leo groaned, his stomach felt disgusting, churning in rhythm with the pounding of his head.

Sure that nothing was going to come up, he walked out of the room. Jonah was sitting by the dining table, a bunch of papers spread around him.

"Hey..." Leo said tiredly, entering the kitchen area and filling up a glass of water, "what time is it?"

"a quarter to eight," Jonah looked up, "how are you feeling?"

"Great," Leo smiled. If he was honest he felt worse than before, but at least the overwhelming urge to walk into open traffic had gone to the backburner, as his body was much more interested now in the pounding of his head and the nausea bubbling in his belly. He'd take feeling sick any day over feeling depressed.

"You know, I don't believe you," Jonah rolled his eyes, jumping up and circling the table, "don't go anywhere, I need to get the thermometer."

"Jonah, I'm fine," Leo rolled his eyes, then squeezed the table under his hand, as the world took a minute too long to stop spinning, "you should've woken me up, now we're on a rush."

"I don't think you should play, you're looking... Awful, to say the least."

"Thank, Jonah, you always know how to charm me."

"I'm serious, Leo. You know better than to play with a fever."

"I don't have a fever anymore," Leo ignored him, walking back to the door so he could put the shoes he had previously ditched, "let's go."

Jonah glared at him, "you're so fucking stubborn."

"It's my last game ever, stop being a dick and let's go," Leo urged him, walking out without looking back.

It was clear Jonah did not agree with his decision, hence why Leo was driving and why his boyfriend had his arms crossed to his chest and looked ready to bite his head off.

"This is a very dumb idea. You're gonna crack your stupid head open. Again."

"Last time I did that we ended up dating," Leo shrugged, fighting to ignore the uneasy feeling that was spreading all over him. His mouth tasted weird, "maybe I'll land an even hotter doctor this time around."

"You're such a dick," Jonah snorted, but there was a ghost of a smile in his lips. He turned his head so Leo wouldn't see it.

The blonde smiled back, then gulped down nervously as his stomach clenched. His head felt woozy.

"Your parking skills are fucking atrocious," Jonah commented as they jumped out of the car and Leo rushed ahead of him to the locker rooms.

"You get so grumpy when things don't go your way," Leo rolled his eyes, entering the locker room and Jonah followed him in, as if he was still allowed there.

"There you are!" Vince shouted from across the room, "we thought you had died, I've been blowing up your phone."

"And you brought the deserter," Michael scoffed and Leo ignored the guy, moving to his locker in order to grab his clothes. Behind him, he could vaguely tell that Jonah was mouthing off Mikey.

"You," Lucas marched to him, "are not playing."

"What?" Leo scoffed, ignoring his captain and slipping on his jersey, "of course I am. You can't play without a cornerback."

"I'm aware. Alex is gonna replace you," he explained and Leo felt twice as nauseous as before. He gulped down, using the fact that his head was still inside the jersey to conceal it. Then he glared at Lucas.

"You can't bench me. I'm better than Alex and you know it, Luke."

"I... I'm not benching you, Leo. You're sick, I can tell you're running a fever from here and Jonah is hovering over you like a worried mom. You're super pale. I can't let you in the field."

"It's my last game," Leo forced his voice not to waver. Rationally he knew Lucas had a point... But it was his last game. He didn't want this memory to be him sitting in the bench, watching his friends enjoy themselves, outside of it all already. His head throbbed, "you can't bench me in my last game, Luke, please..."

Begging was weird, it made him feel off in a whole different manner. Six years before type of odd, begging-

"Leo?" Lucas frowned, his hands coming to cup the blonde's nape, "dude, are you alright-"

"Please don't bench me, please, I- I'll be better, I'll do better-" his stomach rolled and Leo's mouth filled up with bitter saliva. He swallowed in, almost gagging, "please-"

"Okay, okay..." Lucas looked panicked, then a new set of hands were on Leo. Jonah's delicate hands, coming to cup his cheeks, fingers dancing down to his neck.

"Leo, baby, take a deep breath."

"Luke's- Luke's gonna bench me, he's gonna replace me... Alex- He's going to replace me..." he said, heart in his throat, blood pumping in his ear. Lucas' shook his head.

"Leo, that's not what I meant! Leo, I- You just don't look well-"

"Lucas, shut up," Jonah snapped, without glancing back, "Leo, look at me? Hey, look at me."

With a lot of struggle Leo forced his eyes away from Lucas - who was replacing him with Alex, during his last game ever, who had made him beg just to be included-

"Leo!" Jonah shook him lightly, "look at me, baby."

He was looking at him, feeling his heart thumping in his ears, nauseous and shaky. His stomach sloshed uncomfortably with the anxiety running through him, rocketed up to his throat to stinge it with acid, but then settled back down, like a rough sea.

"Breathe, Leo."

He obeyed, or tried to, breathing in through his nose, then out through his mouth. In again... He wanted to throw up. Not even out of nausea, he just felt like he'd feel better if he did.

"Out, darling, you need to breathe out."

Slowly, very slowly, Leo felt like he was back in the locker room. Covered in cold sweat, shivering like crazy.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, feeling woozy and planting a hand inside the metal locker to support himself. Jonah looked concerned and Lucas looked frantic.

"I'm not benching you..." Luke said in the smallest of voices, "I'm- I'm sorry..."

"So I can play?" Leo asked, but he knew it was bad idea. He just couldn't bring himself to stop moving now, it was a snowball of bad decisions.

Lucas made a face, clearly he didn't want to agree, but then nodded.

Jonah frowned, "Leo..."

"I need this," he forced himself not to include the please at the end.

He was sure they were going to lose the minute they stepped on the field. Or better yet, he was going to lose it.

The lights were too bright and it was a really cold night, shivers running down his back, the wind clinging to the exposed part of his neck.

In the bleachers, Jonah was standing right next to Wendy, arms crossed to his chest, both dark heads together as they talked. Wendy looking at Leo worriedly, leaning in to whisper something to Jon.

"Leo!" Lucas snapped at him, in full captain voice, no longer his best friend.

Leo realized he had blanked a good full minute of the game, only to realize he had just allowed the wide-receiver of the opposite team to grab the ball. Well fuck.

He tackled the guy, attempting to minimize damage or stop the pass, but the wide-receiver was huge, Vince sized at least and next thing he knew he was receiving a sharp throw on his chest as the man quickly burled past him, throwing the ball to the next player of his team.

Leo didn't even feel the jab, he was already backpedaling to face the wide-receiver again, adamant he wouldn't do the same mistake twice.

By the time they reached the halftime break, he wasn't sure which way was up. The whole game felt fuzzy and Leo was aware he should be more in pain, considering the amount of times he had body tackled the wide receiver, but he couldn't really focus on anything.

"Wagner!" Coach Eric yelled after them as they slipped into the locker room, just as the cheerleaders took over the field. Leo stumbled forward bracing a hand on Spencer's back and the man jerked a little at the touch, before relaxing as he realized the heavy touch was just Leo.

"Wagner! Get out of my way Monacelli- Wagner!"

Leo stopped, bracing against a tiled wall, wheezing. Everything felt weird as hell, he felt like he was in a rollercoaster, as the world twirled around him, in and out of focus.

"What the fuck was that!? You were out of yourself, you got warned and if you don't behave you're getting disqua-"

Leo interrupted him by removing his helmet and promptly bending in half, throwing up his measly lunch all over the coach's shoes.

There was a general groan of discontent, some gasps, the coach himself shouting-

Leo stayed bent in half, hands on his thighs, his belly churning. He gagged again, spitting into the mess. He wasn't even nauseous, not really... Just really really weird and -

"I got you," Lucas grabbed his arm and stopped Leo from tipping to the side and collapsing, "I got you, c'mon, let's wash your face."

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Leo groaned and Lucas scoffed, dabbing his chin with a wet paper towel. He wasn't wearing the helmet anymore either and his dark brown hair was glued down with sweat, green eyes sparkling with worry.

"I can't tell if you have a fever, I'm too hot," Lucas said, but rested his warm hand on Leo's forehead anyway, their skin damp and clingy, "but I think you do."

"Okay..." Leo leaned onto his touch, wanting to collapse in a bed. He was starting to feel completely detached from his body, which was never a good thing, "where's Jon?"

"Vince went to get him," Lucas grabbed his arm, "let's move here..."

He led Leo to the opposite side of the locker room, sitting him down on the wooden bench.

"Water!" Lucas shouted and Leo almost laughed hysterically as he watched half the team scramble to meet the demand.

"You're such a spoiled-" he cringed as another wave of nausea hit him, "spoiled brat."

"My counselor calls it leadership," Lucas scoffed, crouching before him and patting his elbow, "arms up, you're cooking inside the uniform."

"Bossy as fuck," Leo groaned, but obeyed and allowed Luke to strip him, including from his protective undershirt. He shuddered with the sudden cold, but immediately felt a lot more alert, "Luke."

"Yeah?" Lucas was hardly listening, raising his hand to catch the water bottle Mikey threw him from across the room, "little sips."

"Luke," Leo grabbed the bottle, but didn't drink, "you have to get back on the field. Break's almost over."

"I don't-"

"It's fine. I'm okay, I'll just wait for Jon," Leo smiled, "go captain."

Lucas looked like he was choosing between which family member to shoot, much to Leo's amusement, "I'm fine, it's just a bug. I'll live. Go."

"I don't think-"

"ATWOOD!" Coach Eric yelled from across the room, "GET BACK IN THERE!"

"Go," Leo smiled, "go" and then, much to his relief and Lucas' too, Jonah entered the locker's room, alongside Vince.

Vin sped past them, offering Leo a concerned smile, but already slipping on his helmet. Jonah lingered behind, waiting until the last player was out before sighing loudly.

"Just say it already," Leo grumbled, staring at a spot between his feet and grimacing as his belly continued to roll. He waited for the inevitable I-told-you-so.

"How are you feeling, baby?"

Leo looked up, surprised and Jonah rolled his eyes at his shocked face, "I'm not going to scold you when you feel like crap and look worse."

He let out a chuckle, lowering his head back down, "thank you, Jon..." his stomach gurgled again, interrupting the good mood and making his mouth taste even more bitter, "pass me the bin?"

Jonah said something, moving the large trashcan of the locker room's closer and Leo turned his face away from it, briefly glancing at his boyfriend, "get out of here, Jon," he mumbled, his voice thick. He leaned over the garbage bin, spitting the awful taste.

"I'm not going anywhere," Jonah scoffed, sitting on the bench too and carefully planting a hand on Leo's forehead, aiding with the aim and support.

Leo groaned, bracing against the large bin. His stomach hurt, all the nausea he had been avoiding all day crashing onto him at once. He gagged, once, and then leaned forward, all but diving into the bin as everything he had ever eaten rushed out of his mouth.

He attempted to breathe, but his throat was burning and his nose too, it felt like he was drowning. There was a thump on his back, forcing up another burp and even more bitter liquid and Leo gasped for air, both hands white knuckling the trash.

"Fuck, Leo..." Jonah mumbled behind him, rubbing his back. He was applying pressure enough to dislodge another burp and Leo gagged as even more vomit splashed out of his mouth, now without him even having to heave.

He panted, feeling dizzy and empty, his stomach still churning uneasily, "I think..." a burp forced another gush of bile and he spat, clearing his throat forcefully to get rid of the sick taste, "I think I'm done."

"Uhm," was all that Jonah said, handing him a bunch of paper towels that Leo had no idea from where he had manifested them. The blonde's hand was shaking as he took them, cleaning the puke that had ran down his chin and blowing his nose.

Jonah squeezed his shoulder, "done?"

"Think... Think so," Leo nodded, throwing the paper towels in the large trash and pushing it away from him. He turned to look at Jon, just in time for his boyfriend to bolt up and brace against the sinks, gagging harshly.

Leo groaned, "Jon..."

"I'm fine," Jonah mumbled, before another heave wrecked through him, sending up a small stream of pink colored puke. He gagged again, closing his eyes and breathing through it, "I'm fine."

"Yeah, you look great," Leo sighed. He wanted to get up and help him, but his head was swimming and he didn't want to make Jonah's life even harder by crumpling to a pile on the ground, "I'm sor-"

"Not your fault," Jonah washed the basin and his mouth, splashing cold water on his face and then turning to look at him, "see? I lived."

It caused Leo to snort, in an amused way. Jonah's dark rich skin was a sickly shade of grey, but at least he retained the good humor. Whenever Jon was actually feeling sick, Leo had learned by now, his temper flared up.

"Yeah, you lived," he nodded, pressing a hand to his forehead, elbow to his knee as he folded in half, "I fucked up the game, should've let Alex-"

"Alex can choke for all I care, it was your night," Jonah scoffed, walking back to the bench and rubbing his back, "and you got to go out in style, hurling all over coach Eric's shoes."

Leo huffed, smiling, "I guess... I'm going to miss college, Jon."

The man opened a sympathetic smile and moved his hand up, squeezing his nape, "I know, baby-"

"No, you don't," Leo straightened up, voice strong, "I don't think... I know I wasn't happy until I came to college. Until I met you and joined the team and everything else... I'm terrified of this being over."

Jonah frowned, forcing their eyes to meet, "it's not over, Leo. I promise you, I'm not- I'm not just saying this so you'll calm down. I do get what you mean, I love my life now. I love my life with you, baby."

Leo let out a little sob, tearing up and then he slumped forward, melting against Jonah's chest. He felt a kiss pressed on the top of his head, Jon squeezing him tightly.

"There are greater and better things waiting for you, Leo," he promised, "and you're never gonna be alone like before."

[drpeppertummy]

ok this is such a mess & totally all over the place but i dont CARE i aint messin around with it anymore

[hunger, stuffing]

"Hey, Leon!" Shel greeted his friend as he walked through the door, grocery bags in hand.

"Y'know, most people knock when they enter somebody's house," said Leon, smiling up at him from the couch.

"Knock knock, baby! I'm makin' you dinner tonight," said Shel, heading straight for the kitchen.

"Oh, for Christ's sakes, Shelly, you do not have to make me dinner," called Leon.

"Get in here and help, then! And leave the bottle!"

Leon sighed and pushed himself off the couch, leaving his beer on the coffee table. As he stood, he suddenly became aware of how awful he felt. His head ached terribly, and so did his stomach. He tried to remember if he'd eaten lunch earlier and wondered if he'd been too busy to bother. Groaning, he trudged into the kitchen, got himself half a glass of water, and collapsed into a chair, letting his head fall against the table.

"Y'know, I wouldn't have to come over here if you'd ever take care of yourself," said Shel.

"You don't have to take care of me, Shelly," Leon mumbled into the table. He raised his head and downed the water.

"Well, I don't," Shel agreed with a shrug, tossing a pile of freshly rinsed vegetables onto the cutting board. "But I look at you looking like this and I think, well, things could shape up for this guy. You're like those sad dogs they put in the commercials. Y'know, with the song and all."

"Gee, thanks," said Leon, unable to hold back a grin. He pulled himself out of the chair and joined his friend at the counter, propping himself against it on his elbows. Shel smiled and patted him on the back.

"Alright, what're we makin'?"

"How's chicken noodle soup sound?"

"Sounds pretty great," said Leon. His stomach growled in agreement. It was chilly out, and Leon's old house had a way of refusing to keep warm. The idea of a hot bowl of soup was immensely appealing, particularly after a long, busy, dreary day like today.

Shel put Leon to work chopping vegetables while he prepared the chicken, and before long they had a pot simmering on the stove. The kitchen smelled wonderful. As they cleaned up, Leon found himself feeling much better than he had been before Shel arrived. Mentally, at least. He determined that he must have forgotten lunch after all. His head was pounding, and he was so hungry he was beginning to feel sick. He winced as his stomach growled loudly.

"Jeez, Leon, didn't you eat today?"

"I was busy," he confessed, dropping himself into a chair with his arms wrapped around his belly.

"Oh, Leon," Shel groaned. He reached into one of his bags and pulled out a loaf of bread. Opening it, he tore off a hunk and passed it to his friend.

"Thanks," he said, smiling appreciatively up at him. Shel gave him a firm pat on the back and pulled up a chair beside him, knees creaking as he sat. Another whining growl rose up from Leon's stomach, and he took a small bite of the bread. The two sat for a few moments in silence, then Leon looked up.

"You're a good friend, Shelly," he said softly. Shel smiled at him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Y'know, I didn't mean what I said. 'I wouldn't have to come over here.' I don't think about it like that," said Shel, gazing off into the distance. "I like coming over here. Y'know, you're my friend. I'd be happy to take care of you. Even if I didn't think you needed it."

"Shit, Shel, I'd take care of you too if I knew how."

"One step at a time," said Shel. "First we teach you how to take care of yourself. Quit drinking, buy a cookbook, all that stuff. Then when my knees give out entirely, and you better learn quick because I give 'em about a year, you can carry me around everywhere so I don't have to blow all my retirement money on a wheelchair, what do you think?" He turned his gaze back to Leon, grinning. Leon laughed.

"Shelly, I'd carry you to the ends of the earth," he said, throwing an arm around his friend. Shel hugged him tightly. Again, they sat quietly together, until the silence was broken once more by Leon's hungry tummy. The bread had helped to ease the queasy ache in his stomach that not eating for so long had caused, but it wasn't nearly enough to stave off the hunger. In fact, it had only helped his appetite.

"Alright, alright," Shel chuckled. With a soft grunt, he stood himself up from his chair to check on the soup. He tasted it and stirred in a final dash of pepper while Leon set the table. Dinner was ready at last, and Shel ladeled them both a good-sized serving. Hearing Leon's stomach growl again, he added a little extra to his friend's bowl.

"Damn, that smells good," remarked Leon as they sat down to eat.

"I'll give you the recipe," said Shel. "It's not so hard. Kind of thing you can make Sunday and then have all week."

"That's smart." The hot soup was a tremendous relief to Leon's empty stomach. It was well-seasoned and loaded with a variety of vegetables. Between those and the chicken and noodles, there was far more solid than liquid, making it a hearty and filling meal. The baguette Shel had brought, fresh from the store and still warm, accompanied it perfectly.

"I used to be good about that kind of thing," said Leon, blowing on another steaming spoonful. "Meal planning and stuff. Back before all that shit happened." Shel nodded understandingly.

"It's hard to come back from," he said.

"Yeah." The two were quiet for a moment as they ate, then Leon looked up again. "I appreciate how much you help me, Shelly. Really."

"Well, you know I know how it is to go through a tough time." Leon nodded.

The two friends chatted as they ate, talking about their lives and their plans and their problems, and Leon was so distracted by the conversation he barely noticed how quickly he was filling up. It wasn't until a lull in the conversation that he realized just how tight his belly felt. Suddenly winded, he placed a hand against his stomach. It was surprisingly bloated. He paused for a moment, then brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a burp.

"You gotta slow down, Leon," said Shel, smiling. Shel had a way of taking his time with just about everything, eating included. Leon, on the other hand, had a habit of eating far too quickly, often swallowing a lot of air in the process. He leaned back in his seat, one hand still resting on his bloated tummy. He felt absolutely stuffed. He still had half a bowl of soup left, though, and he intended to finish it. He brought up another quiet burp, trying to reopen the space in his stomach that had been filled by air. It helped a little, and he picked up his spoon again.

Though he was still full, Leon's appetite had yet to falter. The soup was the best thing he'd eaten in ages. He tried to follow Shel's advice and eat more slowly. It was easier now that he wasn't ravenous; his full belly could only expand so quickly. And expand it did. Apart from untucking his shirt and kicking off his shoes, Leon hadn't bothered to change out of his work clothes, and his belt was tightening noticeably around his tummy. He paused again, reaching down to try and inch the belt lower on his waist, but his hips made it difficult. He'd always hated his pear-shaped figure, particularly after discovering that he was a man, and the belt squeezing him around the middle wasn't making him any happier about it. He gave up on it and kept eating, wishing he'd gotten changed when he had the chance.

Finally, just as his stomach reached its limit, Leon finished his soup. His belly felt tight and stuffed, almost aching, but at the same time, he felt good. The soup had warmed him up from the inside out, and it was the first decent meal he'd had in over a week. Sighing, he leaned back in his seat again, hand on his belly. It bulged out noticeably, but he didn't care. He was full and sleepy and comfortable, although he'd be much more comfortable once he could finally change into his pajamas. His stomach gurgled softly as it worked to digest the big meal.

Eventually, Shel finished his soup as well, and Leon cleared their dishes and began cleaning up. Shel tried to help, but Leon refused, insisting that he relax. Truthfully, the help would have been appreciated--working with his bloated tummy poking out was bringing back memories of pregnancy--but Shel already did so much for him, he didn't want to trouble him any more. It didn't take long, anyway; they'd gotten most of the mess cleaned up while the soup was cooking.

With the kitchen looking slightly more in order than it had before Shel arrived, Leon sat down once again, his soup-filled belly sloshing gently with the change in position. It was dark out now, and rain pattered softly against the windows.

"Gosh, I'm stuffed," he said, yawning. Shel smiled, pleased. Leon's eating habits were awful, and any time Shel got him to eat a decent meal was a victory. The rain began to pick up, and Leon glanced over his shoulder at the window.

"You oughtta stay the night," he said, turning his attention back to Shel. "It's miserable out there."

"I don't wanna intrude on your space."

"Oh, come on, it's the least I can do. Besides, you know you're always welcome here." A gust of wind sent a harsh spray of rain against the window, and they both looked up.

"Oh, alright," Shel agreed. "You're sweet, Leon."

The two stayed up and chatted a while longer, but they were both sleepy, and it wasn't long before they decided to head off to bed. Leon lent Shel a pair of pajamas--they were a little short, but certainly not too tight--and changed into his own. It was an enormous relief to finally get out of his uncomfortable work clothes. The waist of his pants had left an angry red mark around his tummy where the belt had grown too tight during dinner. He was surprised and a little embarrassed at how much his tummy stuck out now that it wasn't being compressed by his outfit, but it was what it was.

They turned off the lights and climbed into Leon's bed--the couch is awful, but I don't mind sharing if you don't, he'd offered--and pulled up the covers. The rain that had deterred Shel from leaving was now a soothing sound, accompanied by their soft breathing and the occasional gurgle from Leon's full belly. Shel yawned and laid an arm over his friend as though it were the most natural thing in the world for him, and Leon didn't complain. He hadn't been held in years, and it had been even longer for Shel. He hesitated for a moment, then turned onto his side, belly sloshing gently as he did, and wrapped his arm around Shel, who hugged him in return. His heart pounded in his chest, but Shel seemed perfectly serene.

Shel placed a hand on Leon's side, taking comfort in the gentle rise and fall of his full tummy. His eyes were closed, and Leon quietly studied his face. He knew from pictures that Shel had been a particularly pretty man when he was younger, and that prettiness had begun to fade with age, but it still came through from time to time. Now, Leon thought, was one of those times. His stomach let out a soft gurgle, and Shel idly rubbed his side. Leon blushed at the sensation, but he didn't mind. He couldn't recall his ex-husband ever having touched him so gently, especially where his soft belly was concerned, and it was nice. He yawned, and with a sleepy sigh, he closed his eyes.

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-03-25

Can't tell if this is allergies or if I'm sick because spring is in the air

Listening: I have been listening to The Layover podcast, the behind the scenes podcast for Jet Lag The Game. I only got into Jet Lag pretty recently because I had Nebula anyway and saw it come up. Great show, both because the premise is great (carefully designed games incorporating travel on the scale of countries) and because they can actually edit this incredibly difficult pile of footage into something readable.

The Behind The Scenes is an interesting mix of talk about the on-the-ground situation of playing the game and the filmmaking that goes on after the fact, there's some cool insight into how and why they edit the way they do and it shows why it works so well.

I think you have to have Nebula to listen to the podcast? It does just spit out an RSS feed if you ask nicely though. Thank you podcasts.

Watching: Actually watched The Gay And Wondrous Life of Caleb Gallo, the video series that launched like two dozen reaction images.

It's funny, it's a well put together indie comedy series. You've probably seen most of the really standout bits already even if you don't know it already but it is worth watching as a time capsule of web comedy, it's less than two hours long all told.

Reading: Started Glory In The Thunder by 0xabad1dea. I don't know what her real name is. I've had GITT in my ebooks library forever, 0xabad1dea is the main reason I got on twitter back in like 2016 (her and a couple other software blogs) and is why my Fediverse feed is still like a quarter security researchers by weight. She's probably one of the most well known static analysis researchers in the world.

Anyway Glory In The Thunder is a gaslamp-ish fantasy, although leaning very fantasy on the gaslamps. Very teenage characters which is whiplash but only because it's been a moment. Lots of very loud characters who announce themselves and their intentions, some fun seven dimensional politics going on, and a lot of jumping back and forth in the histories of the various gods who are constantly hanging around in the plot.

I think @shieldfoss has bugged me to read this before so you'll be glad to know that I am now.

I like this, I'm about halfway through. It's easy to keep track of despite having enough fantasy names to choke a horse, although I should really stop worrying about that, I've read the Shadowdance series you really have to try to beat that one. It's also a free book, you can get it at @gloryinthethunder.

Playing: Got a VR headset. Fidgeting with said headset. Figured out how to do wireless linked VR from Linux and Windows which is good, I should have all the kinks worked out, I'll have to see how I square the onboard capabilities of the Quest 2 with having a PC and fast WiFi.

Making: Finally run through enough smaller prints on the new hotend to feel confident running off the final endcap, so that's done. The parts of the 3D printed NAS case are complete, and I have started my first pass sanding which is going to take a while because PETG is very slippery. Once that's sanded I'll take it in to the shared workshop and run through some primer layers and some paint.

Tools and Equipment: Flat network cable is a godsend if you're running it in open air in a house. Absolutely useless for pulling through walls or running in conduit, and completely bereft of shielding, but having a flat cord that can press up against frames and sideboards really does make it all neater. I ran flat cat6 for all of this.

[voidbeau]

🌹🌿 More Thorn and Mr. Flower!!!

ok but ok but when they soft u wu

We've focused on the sad boi stuff, now I wanna focus on the more positive stuff about their relationship!!!

Gotta balance it all out and get a glimpse of things from Thorn's perspective.

Though I will admit, it really all depends on what au I'm writing them for.

Sometimes Thorn leans into a more villainous role depending on the au.

Sometimes his intentions aren't always very clear.

Sometimes.

Anyway!

----

I talked a bunch in the last post here about how these two affect one another.

Mostly the rough stuff, but I also mentioned the more positive effects as well.

How Thorn was there for Mr. Flower when he was dealing with what seemed like the gradual loss of a friendship and how Thorn seems to admire some of the traits Mr. Flower is very self conscious about.

And on the other end, Thorn has also found Mr. Flower to be very good at keeping him grounded. Especially when Thorn gets caught up in the chaos of his work, his plans, the connections he makes, etc.

I always like to think Thorn puts on a good show of keeping cool and being in control- and most of the time he is those things. But the sort of stuff he gets up to is extremely risky business much of the time and can lead to a lot of precarious situations if even one step of the plan goes amiss.

With years of experience muddling about in these kinds of fields though, Thorn has gotten pretty good at figuring out how to think on his feet and turn a situation around.

But he's not immune to the crushing weight of the piling stress that can and does happen more often than he feels it should.

Despite how much progress he might make when he's embroiled in his next plot, Thorn isn't the type to stop and sit on his laurels.

No rest for the wicked, especially when Thorn is constantly feeling the pressure of working on a tight schedule.

No time to stop, even for a second. Clock is ticking!

Unfortunately, this sometimes means Thorn can work himself sick.

But not on Mr. Flower's watch.

While Mr. Flower's brand of tender love and care isn't exactly tender, he does in fact care for his loved ones. Even if it feels like you're getting scolded majority of the time he's doing it.

But he wouldn't feel the need to make comments and remind you how stupid it is to work three consecutive days with little to no sleep if he didn't care about your well being.

But Thorn really loves that fiery kind of passion in Mr. Flower.

Which is why he absolutely hates that awful, drab, watered down customer service ass, fake personality Mr. Flower constantly feels the need to put on for everyone.

Everyone else, at least.

The kindness Thorn recognizes in Mr. Flower is still there, but it's dampened by this clear desire to please.

It's such a stripped down version of Mr. Flower that Thorn can't help but wince everytime he watches the poor creature play it all out.

And he's got it down to a tee.

And so whenever its just Thorn and Mr. Flower alone, he's constantly doing whatever he can to try to encourage Mr. Flower to ditch the awful mask for good.

The efforts may be misguided at times or even a bit intrusive, yet there does seem to be results regardless.

Early on in their relationship I think I mentioned how Thorn managed to catch Mr. Flower with his guard down when they first met. And how despite that, Mr. Flower attempted to keep his act up despite Thorn having already glimpsed passed it.

There was a lot of curious prodding on Thorn's end from that though, in the form of questions and slight button pushing.

Nothing too intense or too horribly personal, but enough to get reactions out of Mr. Flower.

Enough to tear that mask off.

But I also think Thorn had to learn where the balance was here in order to avoid provoking Mr. Flower too hard.

It was definitely a little bit scary at first for Mr. Flower.

How did Thorn know some of these things about him? And why was he so insistent on getting all up in his business?

Even so, the two slowly had more and more open discussion about why Mr. Flower feels the need to play the part he does around others.

Although, maybe "open discussion" is a little too deliberate a term for what actually happens.

Its more like Mr. Flower let's things slip as he finds himself actually growing somewhat comfortable with Thorn, because while Thorn can be a pest, his annoying charm and laid back demeanor have a way of making Mr. Flower feel regrettably comfortable.

"Regrettably" because Mr. Flower often finds himself saying things he wouldn't normally say to just anyone, and he can feel a sense of embarasment when he realizes what he's done.

But ol Thorn's silver tongue and somewhat perceptive nature go a long way in creating an environment for Mr. Flower where he feels safe enough to let go a little bit.

Just a little bit.

But nothing is more effective than Thorn's ability to accept Mr. Flower at his core.

It also helps that Mr. Flower finds Thorn begrudgingly funny.

"No, you moron- stop making me laugh when I'm supposed to be mad at you. You're not off the hook yet!"

Which Thorn is very pleased to learn! Especially when he realizes the mask is starting to slip in public the more he and Mr. Flower spend time together.

What was once a passive, people pleasing Mr. Flower was now something with a little extra bite when the time came for it.

A little less people pleasing and a little more standing up for himself.

And Thorn gets an absolute kick out of watching Mr. Flower verbally put people in their place with that customer service smile still plastered across his face.

Indeed, the hidden parts of Mr. Flower have often been something of an inspiration to Thorn.

During a time in Thorn's life where he was feeling himself begin to waver in his goals, he found renewed inspiration from Mr. Flower.

Some who have experienced unfiltered Mr. Flower might call him, stubborn, difficult and callous. But to Thorn, he was adamant and resolute, and though Mr. Flower wasn't usually given to openly expressing emotion outside of maybe anger or sadness- emotions Mr. Flower felt he was allowed to experience or couldn't hold back, he was far from callous.

Thorn understood his brand of caring and recognized the kindness in his actions and the active choices he made, even if Mr. Flower's choice of words might feel harsh in the moment.

Perhaps if Thorn hadn't lived the life he did around the people he's known, he might have missed all those things in Mr. Flower, but thankfully that wasn't the case, and he had a deep appreciation for the troubled creature.

And while Thorn has no intentions of forcing Mr. Flower to change who he is, he would love to help him feel a lot more comfortable and confident in himself.

And Thorn is chalk full of self confidence.

Sometimes a bit too much, but his intentions are often good. Usually. Depending.

Even if things seem iffy in the moment.

Thorn looks out for the people he keeps close to him.

Even when his plans seem questionable, even when his methods seem unreasonable. Thorn will go to any lengths for the things and people he cares about.

Any. Lengths.

It's unfortunate though that when it comes to keeping emotions in check, Thorn can often be more caught up than he'd like to be.

And it's partly the reason why he had been finding himself losing his focus lately when it came to his work.

Too much on his mind, too many distractions, all resulting in shaky, hasty decision making and expensive oversights.

Mr. Flower has been excellent pillar support and wake up calls to Thorn when he feels himself spiraling and doing risky, impulsive things.

But although he doesnt want to worry Mr. Flower, when the stakes are high, Thorn will do what he feels he needs to do, no matter what that might be.

But at the very least, Mr. Flower is a good reminder for Thorn to stop and give it some thought.

Most of the time.

Recreational activities are another matter entirely.

But they're being worked on as well.

Despite all the progress Thorn has felt he and Mr. Flower have made, he's starting to realize balancing his love life and his grand long term goals might not be a realistic endeavor.

But he's fought so hard to keep Mr. Flower, whose proved to be a valuable asset, but what does it matter if Thorn can't keep up with his plans?

It will all mean nothing in the end.

But is it all worth it if Mr. Flower isn't in his future?

---

I'm slept weird and still sore and tired and I'm half wondering if I said too much but fuck it.

I'll come back and change or remove things if I need to later lel

[nd-babblinggoblinfromthevoid]

Today was a day.

I'm still sick, with something???? Although it feels like..... I got sick... then when the sickness ended, my pots nausea and gastrointestinal issues just continued? I've spent the last couple of days utterly nauseous, dizzy, and cramped up.

I will say I'm glad I just got some dishes done. They'd sat in the sink for 3 days because I simply couldn't tend to them. Our dishwasher broke and we don't know what's wrong with it. (It's a nice one too so extra devastating, I feel like.)

We need it to get fixed soon, each day that passes I get more anxiety about dishes piling up again. Standing, even sitting, at the sink to do them hurts my body so much. My entire back/shoulders & hands cramp up, which is the biggest dissuasion from the task.

That's all I can remember from today, pretty much. Tons of feeling sick. Had a salad for lunch. Then did dishes. Suddenly it's 10pm. Where did the day go?

Our family accidentally got on a day/night schedule again and it's also probably a factor in being out of sorts. Most everyone we know is more on a 7a-7p schedule. (Give or take a couple hours) But we have been on a 12p-12a schedule for ages.

I want to blame me getting sick, but, it started before that happened. It took 2? days to swing to a random 7a-8p schedule and I hate iiiiiiit.

Honestly my ideal schedule is waking up a couple of hours before sunset, and going to bed a couple of hours after sunrise. Like a 5p-5a thing maybe? Idk... I've sat for a moment mid-type and now have lost my entire train of thought. Oh well.

[hellfirecvnt]

Eddie smut please!

I’m thinking a fic based on the song sex from the 1975. Eddie and the reader are best friends and used to hang out every day until she got a boyfriend which Eddie is SUPER jealous of.

💕

Took me a second to get to this one, but I wanted it to be REALLY GOOD bc I love The 1975 and I love Eddie and I love you for being so supportive. 🥺❤ Also let me just tell you, I had SO much written and my phone died so I lost ALL OF IT. But we're back. We're trying again. Fuck.

I decided I love this prompt and I'm gonna make a series of this one specifically lmao. Once again, sorry it took so long. I almost gave up writing entirely after I lost my progress. 😂

She's Got a Boyfriend, Anyway.

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut at the end (+18, minors DNI), cheating, a lil bit of angst- I think, more?

It was the same routine everyday ever since you two met six years ago. You and Eddie spend every day, after school and weekends together. Aside from Hellfire, you're each other's only friend.

"Do you know Billy? Hargrove, I think?" You innocently ask, not thinking much of it.

"Hargrove? Yeah, guys a fucking dick." Eddie quips.

"I dunno, he seemed pretty sweet to me." You twirl your hair around your finger, watching the trees zoom past you as Eddie drives you both to his house.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't tell me you're falling for that fake pretty-boy bullshit again." He laughs, referencing the fact that you dated Steve and got your heart broken within 5 months.

"Of course I'm not. I'm just, curious. He seems really nice, to me." A smile can't be helped from finding itself on your face.

"I'm nice to you. Why don't we just fuck in the back of the van right now?" Eddie furrows his brow dramatically, faking confusion for his perverted jokes.

"Shut up, idiot. I'm serious. I need your help picking out an outfit. He asked me out today." The last part of your sentence causes Eddie's smile to fall a bit. He may have hidden it behind an immature joke, but he was being serious too.

"Why would I know what Hargrove wants you to wear? What's wrong with the way you dress?" He questions.

"I don't know, man. I just want to look a little different. I don't want to look like-"

"A freak?" Eddie raises an eyebrow in an I see how it is fashion.

"No, I just want to look clean-cut. A little bit less like all I do is smoke weed and listen to music."

"But that is all you do." Eddie teases as he pulls into his driveway. "And if you want my fashion advice, my first suggestion is to stop stealing my shirts." He points to the worn band shirt draped over you. You roll your eyes and follow him to the front door of his trailer. Eddie's uncle is laying on the couch, looking a little pale.

"Wayne? Take the night off?" Eddie checks in. Wayne explains he's feeling sick so he took today off to recover.

"Hey, let's just hotbox the van. That way it doesn't get all smokey in here while Wayne's not feeling well." Your suggestion earns a thumbs up from Wayne. You've always been considerate like that, something he and Eddie both appreciate about you.

In the van, you climb past the seats, settling into the pile of blankets and various snack wrappers from when you and Eddie camp outside of concert venues for those barricade spots. Eddie follows close behind, eyes fixed on you as you get comfortable, kicking off your high tops and grabbing a magazine to flip through.

"You think Cyndi Lauper is like... Freaky? Like in bed?" You ask, still looking down at the bright red-haired woman's avant-garde makeup.

"She definitely either likes to be slapped around or likes to slap you around." A large, ring-clad hand takes the joint from his mouth and passes it to you. His jewelry catches the dim light of the back of the van.

While you hit the joint, Eddie flips through his many cassettes. He finally settles on Metallica's Kill Em All album, popping it into his radio. He relaxes into the moment, staring at you as he did every day for six years. He's slowly starting to figure out why it's his favorite past time, but for now he's just happy to be your friend.

"Do you think I should take my nose ring out for my date with Billy?" Your question shakes him from his daze and the mention of Billy's name causes his jaw to clench.

"Why would you do that?" Eddie's upper lip twitches in disgust. "He asked you out looking like this, why would you want to look different now?"

"I don't know, dude. I'm really fucking nervous." You cover your face with one hand, dragging it down. You're lying on your stomach, flipping through the magazine while your thoughts race. "He's coming to get me at 6 PM tomorrow." Eddie passes you the joint in a manner that says "shut up."

"Listen, can we change the subject? You're gonna make me sick." His voice comes out a little meaner than he intended, but he's too awkward to know how to fix it. Your eyes widen and you attempt to soften the tension.

"You're right," you laugh. "I tend to ramble a lot." Your face is flushed slightly with the tiniest hint of embarrassment because you didn't mean to get carried away. Noticing your shift, he wants to punch himself in the face.

"Uh, here! Let's smoke two joints and see who smokes theirs faster." Eddie shoves a joint between your fingers.

"You're on, Munson." You wait for him to finish rolling a second joint and you both lean into one lighter so you start smoking at exactly the same time. There were other lighters, y'all just aren't that smart.

As each of you pulls on your joints to get the cherry started, Eddie looks up from the flame, directly into your eyes. It takes a second for you to notice, but you look up, meeting his gaze. He doesn't move or blink, so you give a small smile around your joint. You lower the lighter after a second, having sufficiently lit the joints.

The contrast of the lighter going out shakes Eddie from his trance. The rest of the hang-out was casual and nothing short of your usual day together. Talking about sex, drugs, music, and occasionally DnD. Hours pass before you finally check your watch.

"Holy shit, Eddie. It's 10 o'clock!" You jump up from the soft blankets in the van. "I gotta go, I have to go to sleep soon or I'm gonna look dead tomorrow."

"Hop up front. I'll take you home." Eddie offers as if it's not your only way of getting home. The second you get in your door, you drag Eddie to your room.

"Please help me pick out an outfit, Eddie. It'll be so fast." You tug on the sleeve of his leather jacket. He rolls his eyes and hesitantly agrees. You scramble through your closet looking for something with the least amount of rips and tears. "What about this?" You hold up a dress you've never worn because it's periwinkle and you're not with it.

"A dress? Y/N, seriously?" Again, meaner than he intended. You once again did that thing you do when you're embarrassed and just try to smile the blush away, agreeing with whatever is being said to you.

"You're right, you're right. Um-" It was apparent in your voice that you were getting angry.

"Hey, Y/N-" Eddie attempt to meet your downcast eyes.

"Eddie, you can leave because I can tell you don't want to do this. I know you don't care about the date, and I know you hate Billy, so it was kind of shitty of me to ask you to help me. You're just," you stop to toss your hands up, defeated and dramatic. "My only friend and I like having your opinion on things."

Eddie could explode right now. He could punch himself directly between his own two eyes. No one has ever bitten their tongue as hard as he wished he'd bitten his just seconds ago. He stares at you apologetically, lips pressed tightly together in a speechless, straight line.

"Dude, I'm sorry. Let me help you, I was being a dick." Eddie start rummaging through your clothes.

"It's fine, man. I'm just nervous, I'm sorry." You look at the floor, defeated after your little outburst.

"Shut up, try this on." Eddie tosses you a random top. This is how all of your apologies went, ever since you met. They're almost instant. You've never had a "fight" last longer than a few hours.

You try the top on and it's perfect. Flattering in all the best ways, making you feel hot and comfortable. You pair it with a go-to pair of flared jeans and call it a night. Eddie waves and flashes a toothy grin as he exits out your window. He doesn't even actually need to use the window, he just likes to.

Back at his trailer, Eddie tosses and turns with anger. He didn't care that you had a date, he didn't care that it was with Hawkins's number one womanizer, he knew you could take care of yourself. He was mad because it wasn't him taking you on that date.

The next day Eddie wakes up feeling like he hasn't slept at all. His dreams were consumed with pictures of you, naked on his bed, reading your magazines and getting high. Just the memory of the dream is enough for him to wake up hard.

He shoves those thoughts to the back of his mind and checks the clock. Noon. Not bad for a weekend. Eddie throws the blankets back over his head and falls back asleep, silently hoping for more dreams of you.

Your date with Billy is in just a few hours, so you're getting ready in advance just in case. In case of what, you ask? You don't know. You're just really nervous. Billy picks you up and the two of you head off to the movies.

By the end of your date, you're officially Billy Hargrove's girlfriend. The way he asked was so perfect and romantic, you don't even know where to start. Your first instinct is to call your best friend and tell him everything, but then you remember how annoyed it made him before. So you hang up the phone before dialing and head to your bedroom.

Eddie wakes up, again, and checks the clock. 10 PM.

"Oh, shit." Eddie jumps up and runs to the living room. "Wayne, did Y/N call?"

"Nah, no calls. You sleep all Saturday?" Wayne's voice carries worry.

"Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it. I'll see you later." Eddie calls as he heads out to his van. A short trip later, he arrives at your house. This time using the window because he has to. He taps on it a little before just opening it as wide as possible.

"HOLY SHIT!" You yell having woken up to a dark, broad shouldered figure climbing through your window.

"You should really lock your windows, Y/N. I could've had ulterior motives." Eddie winks in the moonlight leaking through the window.

"Fuck, dude. What are you doing here? It's like 11 o'clock." You rub your eyes.

"It's 10:15 and I just wanted to see how the date went, damn." Eddie drops onto your bed. "So how'd it go?" Eddie smiles over your sleepy face.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend." You gush, blushing and fluttering your tired eyes. "We're seeing each other again tomorrow!"

"That's awesome, wow." Eddie works hard to sound excited for you, but he feels sick to his stomach. Seeing you this happy is enough for him to keep his comments to himself, though. For now.

Eddie turns to look at you, but you've already fallen back asleep. He watches you for a moment, regretting his choice to come here because this news is going to eat him alive when he tries to sleep tonight. Not to mention him already sleeping all day today.

The next day, you don't see each other. The day after that, the same. Billy steals you away every chance he gets. He knows you and Eddie are best friends, and he's hoping to help you realize there are more people to hang around than the local freak.

Two whole weeks pass and the only time Eddie sees you is at Hellfire. It's Friday again and you've arrived at Hellfire before anyone else, except Eddie, of course.

"Hey, man. I'm really excited for this finale!" You beam at him, causing his heart rate to rise.

"I'm glad you've still been able to make it considering you're always so busy." Eddie teases.

"I know, I'm sorry. We should hang out tonight!" Your suggestion catches Eddie off guard. "I'll tell Billy I'm riding home with you."

"Sounds great," Eddie smirks, basking in the idea of you telling Billy you can't hang because you're going to Eddie's. Hellfire club dismisses and you follow Eddie out to his van. Outside the doors, Billy is waiting, leaning against his Camaro.

"Hey, babe," Billy's smooth voice wraps around you like a rope, drawing you into him. "You ready to go?"

"Actually, I'm hanging out with Eddie tonight." You point to Eddie next to his van. "I haven't seen him in a few weeks, so I-"

"But you see him at Hellfire, don't you?" Billy, visibly bothered, folds his arms across his chest.

"Well, yeah. But that's like- it's not like hanging out. We're killing things and he's playing God." You struggle to explain.

"So you're just gonna go over to some guy's house, at night, instead of seeing your boyfriend?" Billy was starting to raise his voice ever so slightly.

"Whoa, man. I've known him for six years." You shake your head in shock.

"Whatever, if you're acting single tonight, I can do the same." And with that, he slides into his car and drives off. He makes sure to squeal the tires as he creates more distance between you. You scoff before shaking your head and walking over to Eddie.

"The fuuuuck was that?" Eddie tries to hide a giggle, giddy knowing he makes Billy so jealous.

"I don't know, dude. But it was kind of hard to watch." You laugh, causing Eddie's laugh to finally escape. The two of you crack up over Billy's little performance before heading back to Eddie's.

"He's literally never done that before. It was so weird. And he's fully aware that we see each other every day, he's never once made it a thing." You pass the joint to Eddie. With your legs extended across his mattress, you propped yourself up on his pillows. Fully occupying the bed.

"That's so fucking weird, man. I've heard he's a little insane." Eddie sits at the end of his bed, practicing chords on his acoustic guitar.

"I don't think he's insane. I just don't understand why he reacted that way." Your eyes remain glued to the page even after you feel Eddie's gaze on you. "What?" You finally look up at him.

"Just... Kinda sounds like you're defending him for no reason. You know, like you did before." He raises his eyebrows.

"Eddie, I-" you start, but you're cut off by car doors outside. You both rush to the blinds to peek, being nosy busybodies, but not giving a shit. That's when you notice Billy's car in the driveway of another trailer that he definitely doesn't live in.

"That's uh... That's Natalia's house." Eddie speaks nervously, knowing Natalia is well known at your school for... Let's just say, stealing boyfriends. As Billy approaches the door, he turns as if he knows you see him and winks at you with a big, gorgeous, evil grin. He disappears behind the door without a word.

"Well, damn." You stare in shock. "Good thing it's only been a few weeks, but damn."

"That was... A lot. You okay?" Eddie places a hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm not too worried about it." You shrug. Eddie scans your features for any kind of emotion, there doesn't seem to be any.

"Okay..." Eddie draws the word out. "Well, you uh... You acting single tonight?" He side-eyes you.

"Munson," you place a playful hand on your chest as if you're offended. "Feeling bold?" You raise an eyebrow, caught off guard by his question, but you can't deny the excitement it ignited in your stomach.

"Just seems a little unfair, that's all." He shrugs, carefully making his way closer to you.

"I guess so." You bite your lip. Your eyes are locked on your shoes until you feel two large hands gripping your shoulders. You look up to see Eddie gazing down at you with half-lidded, dark brown eyes.

"Let me," Eddie takes a deep breath. "Let me make you feel single." He chuckles into your ear.

"H-How do you plan on going that, Eddie?" You stutter through quickening breaths. Eddie is so close to you, you can barely keep him in focus.

"By fucking your pretty little brains out." His voice comes out in a low growl, sending chills down your spine to the heat building between your legs.

"Slow down, honey." You quip, backing him up and shoving him onto the couch. He stares up at you expectantly, an awe-struck look plastered across his face as he awaits your next move. You keep eye contact with him as you pull your hair back into a messy bun, kneeling between Eddie's legs.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie's voice is nothing less than a desperate huff of breath while he watches your hands slide up his inner thighs to his belt. You focus intently on the handcuff-shaped buckle, unfastening his pants and pulling back his boxers.

Your eyes widen as his erection springs past the elastic of his underwear. Losing all self-control, you grab his length and take him as far as possible down your throat.

"Holy shit," he grabs a fist full of your hair. "Just like that." He throws his head back, moaning into the emptiness of the trailer. You quicken your pace, earning louder moans and involuntary hip bucking.

Eddie pulls your mouth off his cock, tossing you onto the couch, effectively trading your places. He begins eagerly grabbing at your shirt and the button on your pants, but you stop him. You place your hands on his and hold them still, contemplating.

"I mean, we don't have to do this. I don't want to keep you from doing what you were doing, but if we're doing anything, we might as well just fuck." Eddie's words fill you with the most confusing feelings, but most of all, lust. He's right, Billy's at Natalia's most definitely cheating on you, you'll probably be done with him after this anyways. Might as well fuck your best friend.

You wrap your fingers around the collar of his jean vest and pull his lips into yours. He instantly kisses back, nipping lightly at your bottom lip with his teeth. Each gentle bite is closely followed by sweet, breathy moans from your chest. Eddie melts more and more with each high-pitched sound.

Eddie continues undressing you, audibly aroused more and more as you become exposed completely. He bites his fist watching you slide your delicate hand down to play with yourself for him.

"Somebody's needy," he chuckles, watching you intently. You circle your middle finger around your clit a few times before plunging your finger deep inside you. You and Eddie moan at nearly the same time.

"Don't make me wait all night, Eddie." Your low, sultry voice forces his hand onto his cock. He strokes himself, eyeballing the way your hands move to pleasure yourself.

"I think you'll be okay, sweetheart. Keep going." He towers over you, his rough voice cascading down to you like boulders down a hill. You do as he says, continuing to touch yourself while he does the same. You start fingering yourself faster, gasping lightly as your orgasm approaches.

Suddenly, your arm is yanked away.

"No!" You cry, replacing the hand with your other one only for it to be yanked away too. He pins both of your wrists above your head, positioning himself at your entrance. Your orgasm is quickly dissipating with nothing to rub against your aching clit.

"Just... Wait... A little... More..." Eddie hovers over you, one hand holding your wrists, the other sliding the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds. You writhe and squirm, desperate for contact, begging him to fuck you already. "Okay," he smiles deviously before slamming into you, hard.

"Eddie!" You moan as he glides in and out of you, low growls rumbling from his lips. His guitar pick necklace dangles in your face, brushing against the tip of your nose with each impaling thrust.

"You're so God damn tight, Y/N." His words are broken up by small grunts as he fucks you. "It's fucking unbelievable" You can't help but smile at his praise, happily taking all of him despite the dull pain of being stretched out so abruptly.

"I never thought I'd be hearing you say that to me, Eddie. Gotta be frank." You joke, still getting dicked into oblivion.

"I did," he winks, picking up his pace. Your moans get louder and louder, the pit in your stomach doubling by the second. Sweat clings to the curls around his face, securely gluing them to his jawline. Still fucking you, he rises up straight and sheds his jacket/vest before nearly tearing the shirt off his body.

He returns to his position over you, never breaking his stride. Sweat glistens down his body as his back curves and arches as he slams into you. Your breath begins to hitch in your chest from your orgasm building up.

"Eddie, I-I'm gonna-" he cuts you off with a hard kiss. He throws your legs over his shoulders, hungrily grabbing at your thighs as he fucks you over the edge. You arch your back as the waves of pleasure shoot through your core. You drench Eddie's pelvis in the evidence of your arousal, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

Instead, he flips you onto your stomach. He grips the hair on the back of your head and pulls roughly to get you to assume an all-fours position. You follow his silent directions and he slips himself back in your fucked out hole.

"Fuuuuuck," he sighs as he slides into you. "So fucking good." He mewls out above you, fucking harder and deeper into your pussy with each thrust. You try to protest, tell him it's too much, but he buries your face in the cushion and continues chasing his high.

"Eddieeee!" You scream, suddenly cumming yet again.

"Shut up, just a little more." He huffs angrily, stone focused on the way your back flexes as you fight to hold yourself up. You're a weak, fucked out mess by now, still taking his hard cock. High-pitched whines and cries leak past your lips as he continues, very suddenly picking up his speed at the last second.

"Oh my God, Eddie please!" You cry into the cushion. He thrusts a few times more before pulling out and finishing all over your round ass. Your legs finally collapse and you're laying face down, hair a mess, covered in sweat and cum that isn't your boyfriend's.

"Holy shit," Eddie fights to catch his breath.

"Have fun?" That's all you can say through your dicked down haze.

"Yeah," he sighs. "A lot better than I ever imagined it." He chuckles.

"How many times have you imagined it?" You raise, quizzically.

"Lots and lots of times, Y/N." He shines his famous downturned smile and winks. You feel the blood rise quickly in your cheeks.

[touyaspeach]

Gojo Satoru x afab! Reader

A/N ; This fic was SO much fun!! Written for @cyancherub 's Wheel of Misfortune collab, day 13. The theme was Gojo + Hell + Voyeurism.

Summary ; You are CEO and Archdemon Gojo Satoru's secretary in hell, and you're sick and tired of his salacious antics on company time. In fact, you're the only person in the entire building he hasn't fucked, so what will you do when you walk in on him moaning your name while balls deep in a co-worker? Words ; 4.1k Warnings ; afab reader, demon gojo, hellish imagery, slut shaming, really foul language, I mean it's hell afterall. Vaginal sex, dirty talking, oral (f), man idk what to warn you for I'm sorry. Thanks ; @cyancherub for the collab and ideas, @katonshoko for the banner, @a-shy-blueberry , @alicesfracturedmirror and @c-qcatwrites for beta-reading!

You did not want to go to work today. There were a million reasons why, but the fact that you had an office job in hell… Well, isn’t that enough on it’s own? Your own little slice of hell wasn’t too bad, honestly. You had benefits, paid vacation, weekends off; the works. But you also had an insufferable boss and a myriad of gossiping co-workers. Yeah, it was definitely hell, there’d be no mistaking it.

Steeling your resolve, you sucked a deep breath in between your teeth and strode towards the wrought-iron gated entrance of your building. Your heels clacked loudly on the cobblestone. Above you, the sky swirled in red and orange with great plumes of smoke churning like ominous galaxies, around you a myriad of creatures went about their daily lives.

A gaggle of goblins giggled menacingly as they leapfrogged over each other, their disproportionate feet and tiny bodies causing one to trip, to which the others only laughed harder. An undead minotaur paused to examine his hoof, and pulled out… was that a human tooth? A carriage flew past, heralded by a trio of beefy-looking hellhounds. Screams of unknown origin pervaded the air. Business as usual.

The succubus at the front desk greeted you with a salacious smile and a wink. You exchanged pleasantries as usual. Using your keycard you clocked in, letting the retina scanner confirm it was you. You never got used to feeling another eyeball pressing against your own, but well, that was just how things were done down here. The conventional was unconventional, the horrific and dastardly were ordinary.

You stepped over a stinking pile of entrails to make it to the elevator, the sweet calming sounds of crying and screaming played over the speakers to soothe your nerves. Just as the door started to close, one of your co-workers, a pretty petite demon with massive tits, scurried towards you. She had short, stubby horns protruding from her forehead, and cloven feet accentuated by the rusted color of her skin. She was stunning, but most of your co-workers were. Your boss made sure of that.

Against your better judgement, you held the door for her as she hopped over the rotting guts.

“Thank you so much!” she panted, “I thought I was going to be late! I have a meeting with Gojo today, so I had to make sure I was extra prepared. You know how it goes.”

She chattered at you, pulling out a compact from her bag to fix her hair and make-up on the descent. Oh yes, you knew how it went. It was the same every day. Your boss, Gojo Satoru, CEO, and archdemon, was a notorious playboy. He made sure to hire the sexiest, most vapid employees just so he can get his rocks off. They didn’t mind.

But you did, and not because of your boss’s obscene escapades; but because you’d never gotten a taste of it for yourself. Sure he’d tried, he’d invited you in for one of his “meetings”, and tried to kiss you. But you were new, then, and denied his advances. You were probably the only person in the building that hasn’t cum on your boss’s cock.

The elevator dinged, signaling your arrival to the proper floor, and you stepped out in tandem. The office was typical; separated into cubicles with drab, hellish decor. You passed by the carnivorous, flesh-eating plant for the hundredth time, it snapped lazily at you. The phone at reception rang, the sound of blood gurgling up in someone’s throat. Lights flickered as a wayward soul screeched past you, almost knocking into a different co-worker who snatched it by its tail and swallowed it in one gulp. He let out a disgusting belch after, wrinkling his snout.

“Eugh, they just letting any ol’ sinner in these days?” he spat, his piglike appearance and long tusks curving into a devious smile when he looked at you, “Mornin’ ladies. Heard someone’s got a meeting with the big wig. Have fun, cupcake.”

You scoffed at him, of course, this sort of talk was common, it’s hell. Everyone knows what your boss gets up to, and nobody cares, really. Actually, it’s often a topic of conversation, and though Gojo mostly had a preference for more feminine bodies, he did take on more masculine lovers from time to time. Everyone in your office had the pleasure of going dumb on his dick, except for you.

Walking past the maze of cubicles, you made your way to Gojo’s office, stopping to grab him a bagel with scream cheese spread, and hellfire salmon - his favorite - and a cup of bubbling hot ichor. Coffee didn’t exist here, so to compensate whoever made the hot morning beverage of the day just kind of… brewed whatever. Today was ichor, yesterday was slime, tomorrow could be cum. Who knows?

Using your elbow to nudge the door to his office open, you greeted your boss as warmly as possible. “Good morning, I got your favorite.” Okay, maybe not too warmly. You were pent up and frustrated, after all.

“Ah~ Thank you so much y/n, such a wonderful assistant, waiting on me without even being asked. A perfect little employee,” his voice was lilting and playful, and though he had his back turned, you could hear the cocky smile in it.

“Of course. Would you like me to go over the schedule for today, or shall I start reviewing the reports?”

“Hmmm? I wonder,” he spun around in his high-backed chair, it was made of gross-looking tan leather, about the colour of human skin, and two horns protruded from the top. Your boss was, as always, handsome as ever. The blindfold he wore obscured his eyes, his white hair fluffed atop his head, he also wore a perfectly tailored black business suit with a blue tie. The jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the dark grey shirt beneath and a cocky smirk played on his lips.

Two sloping horns jutted out from his head and curved backward. They were sleek and black, and complemented by the sharp point of his ears.

“Let’s review the schedule first, y/n, then you can be a good girl and do your reports, ‘kay?” When he opened his mouth to smirk, it was as if he was intentionally showing off the sharp fangs behind his lips. They captivated you, and you wondered what it’d feel like to taste them. To run your tongue along them and test just how sharp they were.

“Right,” you said, drawing your eyes away from his face. You sat his breakfast down on his desk and flipped open your planner. “Okay, in an hour you have your meeting with Xan, which should last for about three hours,” you internally rolled your eyes, a generous amount of time for what would transpire in said meeting. You smirked behind your planner at the thought. “After I’ll need your approval on the new employee resumes. Lunch. Then another meeting with Xan, for another three hours, and it looks like you have someone else scheduled for the same time, though I was never given a name?” You looked at him questioningly, but he didn’t offer an explanation so you continued. “A phone call with HR to discuss some new workplace policies comes next, and then you have an hour or two of freedom before the end of the day.”

He studied you carefully, you could tell even through the mask, that his eyes were hungrily raking over you. You hadn’t worn anything unusual, a button-up blouse and pencil skirt, just typical office attire. But he was still a pervert, so of course, he was probably trained on your tits.

You assumed so, anyway.

Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re dismissed. Bring me those reports when you’re finished, my meeting shouldn’t last too long.”

Although you smiled and nodded at him as sweetly as possible, you were scoffing internally. He really was such an ass. So full of himself, insufferable, cocky- You nearly ran into Xan on your way out, you sidestepped as quickly as you could and she shot you a nasty look. As if to say, ‘Don’t get any funny ideas. Today he’s mine.’ As if you’d ever do such a thing.

Stupid, sexy Gojo. Stupid boss. The profanities and name-calling continued internally as you set about the task at hand. You were only a quarter into those damned reports when another co-worker, a curvaceous looking hellhound of a woman whose name you didn’t care to remember, plopped down beside you. She groaned, slumping in the chair.

“Y/n you’re so lucky Gojo hasn’t gotten to you yet,” she whined, “Getting fucked that good and not getting called back sucks so much. I mean, have you heard the stories? He literally made me cum like twelve times, it was ridiculous. And he’s so hot, like all of that is wasted on Xan! You must pity me, y/n, it’s so hard to hear them going at it and only getting to remember how good his cock feels.”

“Yeah, no offense but I really do not care,” you shot back.

“Come on, there’s got to be a reason, right? Why you haven’t been called in for a meeting with him?”

“There is, and it’s none of your business.”

“See, I think it’s ’cause you’re the only one here too stuck up to -”

“Listen, can’t you see I’m trying to get some fucking work done. Can you take those massive fake tits and go be a bimbo somewhere else?”

With a scoff and a nasty look, she left you alone with your reports.

Of course, just as she left you saw something on the current one that would need Gojo’s approval, and it looked too urgent to ignore. So, despite your better judgement, you decided to prove yourself right by barging in on his meeting. Didn’t he say not to worry about it? That it wouldn’t last long?

You paused with your hand on the door, it took you a moment to realize what you were hearing but once the sound filled your ears, your blood froze. Gojo’s meeting was still in progress, that was obvious by the sound of skin slapping and furniture rattling combined with her stupid, slutty moans. But the thing that really got to you, the thing that you almost couldn’t believe, was the pure filth that spilled from your boss’ mouth. Pure filth, directed at you.

“Fuck, y/n, fuck yourself on my cock. Yeah just like that you nasty whore, look at you now. Always playing so hard to get, fucking teasing me, now you’re going stupid on my cock. I know how bad you want me, how much you get off from leading me on, fucking brat. How’s it feel, huh? Fuck!”

What?? What the fuck??? He was… your name… while… It took you a solid minute to process it. Didn’t he hate you? Didn’t he just love to antagonize and tease you?

“God, your pussy feels so good, clenching around me, oh fuck-”

You didn’t believe it. No way it was Gojo in there, fucking your co-worker while moaning for you. You had to know for sure, had to see it for yourself. So, as quietly as you could, you twisted the doorknob and cracked it open.

Sure enough, it was what you imagined. Xan bent over your boss’ desk, face completely fucked out with her stupid tongue hanging out of her stupid mouth, and Gojo going to town behind her. Every thrust rattled his desk, jolted her body, and for a moment you were worried about her seeing you. One look into her eyes told you that her mind was only on the dick that was currently re-arranging her insides.

Why were you so wet? Watching him fuck her but knowing he was thinking of you? Your panties were uncomfortably sticky, at the thought alone and now you were practically dripping. You watched a moment longer, and just as you were about to take your leave, something caught your interest.

Gojo’s face shifted, his head quirked slightly towards you. Fuck, he saw you. You knew it, and it sent even more slick pooling between your legs. His mouth twisted into a smirk, and even though his eyes were obscured by the blindfold you knew his gaze was locked on you.

“I know you fucking want me, y/n,” he groaned, picking up the pace and plowing into her even harder. “I know how bad you want my cock, how bad you want to be here.”

You hated to admit it to yourself, but he was right. You couldn’t deny the ache in your cunt, the months and months of teasing and banter just making the tension worse. You wanted him too, but your pride wouldn’t let you be just another one of his whores.

Would it?

Wouldn’t it?

“Yeah, you do, look at how fucking hungry you are for me. Why don’t you come in here and I can give you what you want?”

He pulled out of Jan or Van or whatever her name was, much to her confusion. When her eyes found you, though, she screamed a string of profanities at you.

“Fucking bitch, what do you think you’re doing ???” She made to cover herself and close the door, but Gojo was quicker. Grabbing her by the wrist, he was rather cruel.

“Get out.” His voice was cold, almost angry as he roughly pulled her up.

You could do nothing but stand, wide-eyed as she was shoved out and you were pulled in. In less than a second, his mouth was on yours, kissing you hotly, parting your lips to swirl his tongue around and taste you. You could fight your urges no longer as you melted into him, kissing him back, running your hands along his abs, down to where a white spattering of hair trailed up from his cock.

He pressed your hands down further as he kissed you, having you wrap your fingers around the length of him and helping you stroke him once, twice, until you understood what he wanted. You pumped at his dick as his tongue laved over your lips, getting spit all over your mouth and chin before he thrust it back into your mouth. You suckled on it, bobbing your head slightly which elicited a deep, throaty moan from him. All the while his own hands explored your body, unbuttoning your blouse, unzipping your skirt; shedding you of all your clothing. It was hot, heavy, and frantic. The culmination of too much sexual tension.

Pride be damned, he felt so fucking good under your touch.

Finally, he pulled back his assault on your mouth, grinning in that mischievous way that suited his pretty face all too well. “I knew you fucking wanted me, god your hands feel so fucking good. I can’t wait to feel that sweet cunt.”

He leaned back to watch you play with his dick, huffing out a sigh of pleasure as he did. He finally had you, after so long of teasing and prodding at you, you finally gave in. And fuck, he was glad you did, because looking at you now all flushed and panting just for him? It was better than his imagination.

“Gojo-” you whined as he slipped a hand between your thighs to rub slow circles on your clothed clit. He wanted to savor this, take his time, make you feel really good. It was an unfamiliar thing to him, normally he was only focused on his own pleasure, but with you it was different. He wanted you to cum, wanted you to feel good even if it meant neglecting himself.

“You’re so wet for me, y/n. How does it feel to have me play with your sweet cunt?”

You hummed, grinding down on his hand while yours continued to pump at his cock, “mmnn more, please. It’s not… not enough…”

He pulled back at your request, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. You didn’t expect him to remove that blindfold; exposing three sets of gorgeous bright blue eyes rimmed with white lashes to match his hair. Six eyes. You didn’t expect him to kneel before you and shuffle in between your legs, pressing his face to your cunt and inhaling deeply while his hands kneaded the plush of your thighs.

“Fuck, you smell so sweet,” he said, looking up at you and licking his lips. Before you could even respond, however, he buried his face back into your core. Moving your panties aside, he licked a long, slow strip up your slit, gathering your essence on his tongue and moaning at your flavor.

He did this a few more times, just enjoying the way the press of his tongue made you shiver, and rewarding you with a quick flick to your clit on every pass. When Gojo felt your hands card through his hair, he latched onto your clit, eliciting a loud cry from you. He suckled on the sensitive pearl, using his tongue to circle it and cause you to moan more.

He pressed one, two fingers into your core, stretching you out for him and scissoring them inside you. You were so wet, your slick dripped down his hand, down his wrist, and he groaned into you. The vibrations caused you to shudder, your knees weak as he continued his assault. After a moment his fingers hit that perfect spot inside of you, combined with his mouth nursing your clit, you were getting dangerously close to the edge.

“G-Gojo I’m-” you whined, pressing yourself harder against the wall to keep yourself standing, “I’m gonna c-cum-”

At your admission, he picked up the pace, curling his fingers more to massage your sweet spot, laving his tongue over your clit harder, suckling with more intensity until you unraveled all over him. He groaned at the way your cunt fluttered around his fingers, at the way your pretty bud pulsed on his tongue with each contraction of your orgasm.

He slowly rode you through it, prolonging your pleasure as much as possible. Just as you thought you’d get a moment to breathe, he was standing, pulling you up by your thighs to pin you between him and the wall.

“Nnggh-Gojo-” you groaned, feeling his hard cock press against your sensitive pussy.

“Satoru.”

“S-Satoru,” you swallowed. Had he ever allowed anyone to call him by his given name? Were you so special that he specifically requested it?

“Gonna fuck your sweet cunt so good, y/n. Oh, Satan, you don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted this. How many sluts I’ve fucked just imagining it was you? They’re so desperate for my dick they don’t even care when I call out your name, y/n, fuck,” he groaned the last word, rubbing his cock along your folds and coating himself in your slick.

“P-please I need you, Satoru, f-fuck me, please!”

“Yeah? Is that it? Want me to fuck you good and hard and show you what you’ve been missing?”

“Please, I -”

You were interrupted by Satoru plunging deep inside you, all the way up to the hilt. The stretch burned, his fingers weren’t enough to prepare you, but it felt good. Feeling him throb inside you, hearing his breath hitch as he finally got a taste of you, and the low, breathy moan that rattled in his throat was all too good.

“You feel…so much better...than I imagined…” he panted, and you were grateful he hadn’t begun moving yet, allowing you a moment to adjust to his girth. “Fuck,” he groaned again, and slowly started moving his hips. He drew his cock out of you slowly, so painfully slowly, before pressing it back in just as carefully.

“P-please, Satoru… I need more-”

He captured your lips with his once more, but this time the kiss was less sloppy and heated, and more… passionate. You didn’t know the man had it in him to be so tender, but here he was, being careful with you, being gentle with you. And all you wanted, was to fuck him out of your system so that you could move on with your life.

Satoru picked up the pace steadily until he was fucking you hard against the wall. Your knees hooked over his forearms with his hands planted on the wall as he pounded into your sweet spot over and over. Each piston of his hips had you both moaning, groaning into each other’s mouths as you continued to lap at each other’s tongues.

His muscle twisted around yours, applying a delicious amount of pressure, and you returned the favor. Neither of you cared when saliva dribbled down your chins, too lost in the moment and the feeling of finally getting to be with the other. His cock felt perfect, and the rumors must really be true because he knew just the right angle, just the right speed, everything to have you nudging closer to your release.

Your orgasm hit you suddenly, and you jolted with a cry, “C-cumming~!”

You felt Satoru throb inside of you, felt him get so close to the edge as you pulsed around his cock, but before he could release, he pulled out.

“Don’t…” he panted, “don’t wanna cum yet. Fuck. Come here.”

As if you had a choice, he pulled you away from the wall, carrying you to the large, plush chair he normally sat in and plopped down with you in his lap. Leaning back, his eyes raked over your body, unabashed and hungry. He massaged your tits as you lined up again, and sank down on him. His deft fingers tweaked at your nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, drawing a sweet moan from your pretty lips.

“You’re so fucking perfect, y/n,” he all but growled, watching you bounce on his cock like he’d imagined so many times before. This new angle, somehow, was better than before. The head of his dick licking against your cervix, pressing into your sweet spot, dragging along your walls as you fucked yourself on him.

Satoru pulled you down, popping one nipple into his mouth and swirling around it with his tongue. He reached between you and rubbed against your clit with those practiced fingers, while the other hand worked on your other breast. He planted his feet and thrust his hips up, slamming you down onto him in such a way that had you crying out from pleasure. You were going to cum again and fast.

He was too, actually, and you could feel it in the way his pace sputtered, the way his cock seemed to swell inside of you, and it wasn’t long before he let out a low, deep groan against the flesh of your tit. He raked his teeth over the pebbled bud of your nipple before throwing his head back. Gripping your hips, he fucked into you harder, chasing his own release and bringing you over the precipice of yours.

You came, hard, all over his cock again. The feeling of you fluttering around him was too much, and he spilled deep in your cunt with a moan of your name. “Y/n...f-fuck, y-you feel incredible-” he praised, shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky cum into your deepest parts. You collapsed onto his chest, panting, and Satoru wrapped you up in his arms, holding you close in an intimate gesture you were positive none of the others had gotten.

You both stayed like this for a while, reeling, recovering. You could feel his dick softening, feel his seed leaking out and down; but it didn’t beat the way his arms felt around you, the way his chest heaved with each breath, the thrumming of his heart in your ear.

After a long moment, he finally spoke, “You’re amazing. I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, and you just had to play hard to get. Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. You're mine, do you understand?”

“Wh-what?” you ask, lifting your head to look into those beautiful baby blues.

“I want you, y/n. You’re more than just a quick fuck to me. Let me take you out. Do it properly. There’s a restaurant in the seventh circle that has this amazing centaur burger with imp cheese. I bet you’d love it.”

“Wait, you want... To date me? Me???”

“Yes. If you’ll have me?”

“And you won’t fuck anyone else, right? Like… this is an exclusive thing?”

“Of course, y/n. Don’t you realize I’ve been waiting on you for ages? All of those conquests… just to get your attention? See your reaction? Get you to notice me?”

You were reeling now, for a different reason. “O-okay. Yeah, sure. That sounds nice.”

[raggaraddy]

Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh. 

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n.  I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

[zenlesszonezero]

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Dabi x Reader x Hawks

It was always the three of us-NSFW

summary: DabiHawks is already established and the two of them are dating. You've been their best friend for years and them getting together feels like two heartbreaks at once. But- Take a guess man I dunno...I'm under the impression tht they like you too🤷‍♀️

❗️warnings❗️: slight angst (only the begging, your heart will be fine I promise), eating out, threesome, double penetration, creampie, praise...sex?

word count: 3k

Edited 13. January 2021

You're sick of it.

There's always a bittersweet taste on your tongue when the three of you hang out now.

Nothing really changed if you were trying to look at it objectively.

They still talked to you like before.

Invited you over, chilled with you, fuck even watched movies and cuddled with you.

Yet there was a string being pulled at your heart every time they kissed in front of you, held hands, whispered to each other...

You were watching a stupid comedy, your eyes blankly looking at the screen while you tried not to focus on the way their fingers tangled together, drawing small circles over each other's knuckles as they laughed at the screen.

Their hands were on the pillow that was placed in your lap, your small form in between them.

You try to focus back on the movie, ignoring the sound of cloud nine laughter that filled your ears.

You missed half of the scenes already, you can't make yourself watch it at this point, so you zone out again, falling down the rabbit hole you always find yourself in.

"Songbird, everything alright?" Keigo's worried voice snaps your attention back to reality, his brows furrowed as he stares at your glistening eyes. You don't know how much time passed but you didn't know you were so close to crying until his voice snapped you out of it.

Dabi's hands find purchase of your cheek, turning your face to him so that he could see what made Hawks turn off the TV.

You're met with blue eyes, a look of utter concern causing your skin to crawl, making it hard to fight the urge to punch something, anything.

"Talk to us doll, you know we're here" your heart shatters in pieces, hot tears piling up until they began to freely fall down your face, your fists clutching the pillow, your knuckles turning white.

They've seen you cry many times before, both of their arms flying around you to hold you tight, but your arms pushed and nagged at theirs, your small body shaking and kicking them away.

The fucking nicknames, the closeness of their bodies made you feel like you were suffocating, finally being able the breathe once they let go and you ended up on your feet.

You took a large gulp of air. You've practiced this. Replayed the sentence over and over until you learned how to say it even through tears. At this point, you couldn't keep stitching your heart up every time you spent time with then.

"I can't hang out with you guys anymore" it felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders until you looked back at them. You're gonna do this and then cry when you get back home. You got this.

"What the fuck? Why?" Dabi was the first one to speak, standing up and coming closer to you until you stepped away.

He grits his teeth and stays in place, Keigo's fingers pulling the hem of his sleeves to let you have your space.

"I...I think we at least deserve an explanation...yeah?" Keigo's broken voice surged through the room, Dabi's hand reaching out to his in an act of comfort.

Your eyes burned through their hands but you nodded nonetheless.

"After I say this I don't want to hear a word from any of you. Not a single one of pity or comfort or any of that." they hesitantly agreed, Hawks pulling Dabi back on the couch.

You began nervous laughing ,fighting the new wave of tears as you opened your mouth to speak.

"So. Haha...fuck...I'm in love with you guys. Fucking hilarious right" your forced laughter burned their ears, making them cringe.

"It was a really great time for a long while wasn't it?" you joked, clapping your hands together and squinting your eyes. You have no idea who you'll be without them, but you'll have to find out.

Two pairs of arms tackled you, almost making you fall to the floor, your feet losing balance as they held you up. You want to fight, yet you know you can't win, so your body settles for shutting down, you're ears buzzing and doing their best to cancel out any words they're about to let out.

"You're the dumbest bitch I know" Dabi mumbled into your hair, pulling you into his chest as Keigo's hands stayed on your hips. "You're such an idiot" Dabi lets out again, soothingly petting your back in an effort to calm you down.

You were a mess, mumbling confused nonsense, almost offended until Hawks reached for your chin, turning your head to him and smashing his lips against yours.

"It was always the three of us wasn't it doll?" Dabi questioned, pushing Keigo's face away and kissing you deeply.

Hawks tried to act annoyed for a second, fluffing his feathers and puffing up his cheeks before a smile fought onto his lips.

Your brain was running laps against your skull, everything feeling dizzy as you gripped at the hem of their shirts.

Dabi finally pulled away, his mouth hanging open as he caught his breath.

You thought about this possibility every passing second of your days, a small part of you hoping for something you deemed irrational. Yet it made sense, their hot breaths against your neck and airy laughs against your skin sending goosebumps all over to your tippy toes.

"Be ours, songbird" you only managed to nod, hiding your face in your hands as now happy tears welled up.

Two hot mouths kissed your knuckles, moving your fingers aways and pecking both of your cheeks and eyelids. You open your eyes, blinking the tears away.

A pair of red wings wrapped around all three of you, squeezing and flapping excitedly. They talked about this, dreamed about this, hell they won't go to the extent that they fantasized about you, and they are so mad that you had to go through this before they gathered the balls to do something about it.

You watched the two kiss sweetly, squishing you between them. A quiet moan leaves your lips when you see Dabi reaching a hand around Keigo's neck, his large palm plastered over his throat, his fingertips lightly pressing down when Hawks tried to pull away.

Your body shivered, your arms lending up to tug at the hero's hair, feasting on the small pants that left his lips when you latched onto his neck. He doesn't know whose lips he would rather chase as both of you move away.

Dabi fights against the wings, glaring at Keigo to let both of you go.

When he reluctantly complies, Dabi is quick to pick you up and drape you over his shoulder, smacking your ass and chuckling when he hears your scream. It certainly lightens the mood.

Hawks follows behind the two of you, skipping steps and closing the door behind Dabi when he enters the bedroom. He's like an overgrown puppy, excitedly waiting for a treat.

Your back hits the cushion, the villain's shirt being stripped off him by Keigo's rushing hands.

You're already rubbing your thighs together, mouth-watering as you catch a glimpse of his abs.

You don't have that much time to enjoy the view, since his hands are on you in seconds, gripping at the hem of your sweater. You sit up, raising your arms to help him out, your shirt following suit and flying to the floor carelessly. The blonde kneels on the bed, joining Dabi.

Heated hands cup your breasts kneading at the flesh while his mouth latches onto your nipple.

Hawks scoffs at his greedy boyfriend, lowering himself to your neck, mouthing at the skin as your body jolts after a particularly rough bite to your flesh. Keigo is definitely the gentle one, kissing your skin and humming softly while he takes his sweet time with you.

"He's going too fast isn't he little birdie?"

You're not sure if you can answer it...it's too much of both fast and slow, your nerves getting the best of you as he waits for your response .

Hawks gets it, he does...but he still wants to give an option of slowing down, tangling his fingers in his boyfriends hair and pulling him away only slightly.

Dabi's pierced tongue lolls out, giving a teasing flick at your hardening nub, followed by more as he swirls it around, grinning and looking up at you. The contrast of the hot tip of his tongue and the metal sending your brain into an overdrive.

He's still held back by Keigo, but he doesn't fight the pull, instead he finds himself unbearably hard from being bossed around like this.

You pull him back by the nape of his neck, Hawks' grip loosening so that you can stuff his mouth full of your plump flesh.

That is enough of an answer to him.

Keigo's fingers trail your stomach, ghosting over your belly before going to the buttons of your pants. He waits for a few moments, leaning his forehead against yours, pecking your lips before moving in between your legs.

Once you lightly nod, he unbuttons them with ease, moving down to pull them off your legs.

You look down at Dabi, eyeing the numerous hickeys on your tits. He looks up, darting his tongue out and licking over the bruised marks, smirking when you swallow over the lump in your throat. Your skin there is now mostly purple and red, some patches even grazed with small specks of blood threatening to seep out.

You hear a ruffle of feathers, a blush plastered across Keigo's cheeks as he inches his hand closer to your panties. He can see how wet you are, the material sopping up your arousal. His touch is gentle but heavenly good, his fingers gliding between your clothed folds.

Keigo's free hand grips the bulge in his pants, trying to ease some of the pressure by pressing on it.

Dabi moves to sit behind you, spreading his legs for your tiny form and pulling you against his chest. He had his fill for now and he wants to watch the show. He knows Hawks looks pretty with his mouth full.

He lifts you up so that the hero can slip the panties off, sitting you back down and spreading your legs once the layer isn't in the way anymore.

Cold air hits your exposed heat, your pussy clenching around nothing. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Hawks as he settled his face between your thighs. You smell fucking delicious, blood rushing to his ears as he takes a look at your sex.

His wings tighten against his back before spreading  out when he takes the first lick. You lean all of your weight onto Dabi when Keigo's hands dig into the back of your thighs, opening them out as he starts lapping at your cunny.

Dabi's breath hits your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body humps against the blonde's tongue. His large hands snake up to play with your breasts, kneading the tortured nub between his fingers as he ghosts over the marks he left on you.

Turning your head to him, you pull him in a kiss, moaning when Keigo circles two digits over your sex.

You impatiently wiggle your hips to push them in, combing your fingers into his hair to will him on.

Dabi's arm is now securely wrapped around your belly, holding you tight while he explores your mouth, his piercing clicking against your teeth.

You taste like everything he needs and more, his bulge throbbing in his sweats and against your body, impatient to finally have you.

"Hawks." his voice is stern but begging, urging his boyfriend to stretch you out already.

You're already so wet, and the two digits slip in and out with ease, your juices gushing in Keigo's palm all while his tongue doesn't stop swirling at your clit.

Dabi impatiently slips his cock out of his sweats, raising you up to push against Kei's fingers.

Hawks scolds him, but pulls out nonetheless, guiding Dabi's length over your slit, silking him up in his own spit. You mewl when he prodes at your entrance, biting your lip as you wait for the stretch.

It burns, but you feel so heavenly full, His large cock pushing to the hilt in one slow thrust, His tip fitting snuggly against your cervix.

Dabi's breathing is ragged and heavy on your shoulder, his eyes shut tight as he savors the warmth of your cunt.

"Fuck Keigo, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

You look down at the blonde, his tongue darting out to lick along Dabi's base, going between his cock and your pussy, mouthing at where the two of you connect.

Hawks is somewhat keeping his cool but his cock humps against the bed, his whole body swaying as if he's dragging his dick along your skin.

Dabi slowly ruts into you, deep and torturous. Your eyes widen when you feel a finger try to push in, the villains' movement coming to a stop as he tries to comfort you. Tears start pricking in your eyes, your legs trying desperately to close as you urge them to stay open. You want it, you truly fucking do, but when you feel another try to slip past your tight walls you're not sure if you're gonna stay conscious. There's already no place left just from Dabi alone and shit, you feel like screaming.

"Please baby, I promise it'll feel better soon, can you be a good girl for us hmmm?I believe in you..." Keigo's voice rings in your ears, your half-lidded eyes looking at your stretched pussy, watching the fingers pump knuckles deep in and and out, dragging between Dabi's cock and your walls.

You're so fucking wet and covered in slick, your folds glossy in your essence, pooling around Dabi's shaft.

A warm hand rests on your belly, easing your muscles, and relaxing you. There's a third finger pushing against the first two, the stretch surprisingly not as painful as the previous.

Keigo leans over you, kissing away the tears that ran down your cheeks, massaging the ravenette's arousal with the pads of his fingers.

"We're so so proud of you dove...Thank you so much" your chest swells with pride, a wide smile adorning your face. You do feel like you're being tricked with these comments but it doesn't matter, they seem to work.

The blonde pulls the other man in a kiss, slipping his fingers out of your core as he aligns his head with your cunt.

Both of them move to each side of your face, placing their lips at the corners of your mouth. You gulp, filling your lungs and holding your breath.

Your hands fist Keigo's shirt, pulling and almost ripping the poor thing apart when he prods the tight rim. Fuck it's so hard to breathe, air practically knocked out of you, your shaky hands wrapping around Hawks.

Inch by inch, he bottoms out, groaning at the tightness around his dick.

Minutes pass by, your boyfriends lavishing and worshiping your skin with kisses and gentle touches, loving every part of you they could reach.

The hero's wings wrap protectively around both of you when he starts moving, his head pressed against your shoulder.

Dabi seems to pick up the pace too, thrusting in as soon as Keigo almost pulls out. The rhythm isn't rushed at first, both of them moaning with each throb of your walls around their lengths.

They're taking their sweet time, angling their hips experimentally, noting the way your body shakes at each perfect plow into your cunt.

It's too good and too much, the knot in your tummy already threatening to snap loose. And the boys are on the verge of their highs too, gradually becoming more and more greedy, not pulling out almost at all, pounding and rutting against your cervix.

Dabi's grip on you tightens, trying to keep your body in place as he and Hawks rock into your pussy. Keigo moves from the crook of your neck, raising his hand to get a hold of the villain's jaw, smashing their lips together .

You're squished in between them as they moan into each other's mouth groaning when they feel you squeezing around them.

They're gonna cream you so good, pump their seed into your hole and make you so so full...you'll never settle for anything less after them and they fucking know it.

Your eyes swell with tears as you feel the knot finally snapping loose, you don't want it to end, you don't want them to ever move away from you but your body works against you, bringing you to the most powerful orgasm you ever felt, surging through your muscles and making them flex and clench.

Both of them look at eachother, eyes wide and blown with lust as they cum at the same time, hot seed coating your walls and leaking down Dabi's shaft.

They're panting, their foreheads touching as they caress your body all over.

"I love you..." Hawks says breathlessly, his eyes closed and his wings folding against his back, giving you all room to move and breathe.

He slips out, causing the rest of their cum to seep out. Dabi scoffs at the mess smeared over his length and thighs, slowly handling your body and moving you off his lap.

Dabi picks you up and Hawks chuckles. "You like carrying them huh?"

It earns him a glare, placing you in the heroes arms and making his way to the bathroom.

"I.Have.My.Own.Cum...Dripping down my ass" he hisses out making Keigo wheeze, almost tumbling over and dropping you.

You can't help but smile, nuzzling your head into your winged boyfriend's shoulder.

Everything clicked in place finally, your eyes closing in comfort as you let them take care of everything...take care of you.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

been a hot minute since I wrote something a bit longer but here we r.

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When the Party’s Over

Warning: Homophobia, transphobia, death, bile, guts, broken limb, crying, pet neglection, driving while slightly tipsy, fire (lmk if i need to add more. This is all around pretty dark and sad, proceed with caution)

Match: Yelena Belova x enby!Reader; Wanda Maximoff x reader

Genre: Angst, Angst, and more Angst

A/N: This is the first chapter in a series. Idk how long it’ll be. the plan is bi weekly updates. im reallyyyyy proud of this one so let’s hope it doesn’t flop. ENJOY!

Word Count: ~3,000

Summary: You have a horrible nightmare, leaving you with anxiety for Yelena. Yelena assures you that everything is fine and leaves on a mission.

Your tongue rubs the roof of your mouth in an attempt to rid itself of the sickly sweet drink you’d been sipping. A hundred intoxicated humans swirl around you. Fabric, skin, and feathers blend together, the orchestra the only thing holding off the headache behind your eyes.

You didn’t want to be here. Sure ballroom charity balls could be fun. If you had your best friends there, you could chat only with them, and dance to your heart's content. Unfortunately for you, everyone you could stand to be around was busy. Leaving you human-shieldless from your mothers many socialite friends.

The “oh my goodness Y/N I haven’t seen you since you were in highschool. How are you?” got old quick. Retelling your life story over and over was a pain especially with your mother gripping your hand making sure you didn’t slip up. Share any information that didn’t quite fit the Y/L/N dynasty image. Mostly she didn’t want you sharing about the love of your life, your girlfriend, your Yelena.

When the two of you first got together you waited nearly 5 months before telling your mother. The first time you dated a girl she had hated it. She tried to act like she was supportive, claiming “I will always love you no matter what.” But in the end she always shielded this fact from the public eye. She was supportive of all the LGBT+ movements from a political standpoint. Never her own child.

You never told Yelena about this. You claimed the reason you didn’t want to share her with your mother was because you wanted your relationship to not have paparazzi after you two. She bought it for a while but you could only keep the love of your life away from the woman who gave you life for so long. It didn’t take a master spy to understand the emotions behind the look your mother gave you when you brought Yelena to dinner. Yelena never brought it up but it was an unspoken understanding. Your mother didn’t accept you no matter how hard she tried to fake it.

Now you just wanted the event to be over so you could go home to Yelena. You flipped your wrist, checking the ridiculously expensive watch you had on.

11:31

She was definitely asleep by now. Yelena never stayed up past 10:30. Frowning, you set down your glass and turned to your mother, waiting for her conversation to end. When she finally stopped speaking she turned to you and cocked an eyebrow,

“Y/N. Are you leaving? so soon?” she pouted but enough years in her home taught you her looks. This was faked sadness.

“Unfortunately yes mother. Lena is probably asleep by now and I have work early. She probably forgot to feed our dog,” you enunciated the words that might clue in your mothers friend on how you and this woman were related. A last “fuck you mother” before you left. She smiled warningly and nodded.

“Well… you must get home to your friend. I will see you soon daughter,” she kissed your hand and you stood there frozen. Of course, she would invalidate your gender and your relationship in one comment. Your nostrils flared and you turned quickly, letting your hand smack your unfinished drink into her lap and treading off quickly.

“Fuck you mother. How someone could be so hateful to their own child I will never understand,” you muttered to yourself. You handed your ticket to the valet and stood with your arms crossed, waiting. You made sure to tip the valet an absurd amount, and drove off quickly. The only thing that would keep you from doing something stupid in retaliation was Yelena’s arms around you.

~

Nearly thirty minutes later you pulled the car into the garage. It shouldn’t have taken you that long to get home but you couldn’t help but drive with the top down for a bit. Anger and maybe a bit of fear had bubbles underneath your skin and you didn’t want to bother Yelena. You stepped out of the car and held your head in your hands. You hadn’t drank that much, but a headache would be inevitable.

Fanny met you at the door. She was obviously excited, tail wagging as she raced back to her food bowl

“ok ok girl. I’ve got you,” you rubbed her head and dumped a scoop of food into her bowl. Loosening your tie you dragged yourself to the bedroom. You smiled as the light poured in and illuminated the silhouette of a sleeping Yelena.

“Deep asleep. I’ll join you in a second,” you pulled the rest of your suit off. Picking up a discarded shirt you put it on, and leaned your head against the mirror.

“That was misery. And mother’s comment. I shouldn’t care about what that bitch thinks or says. But I can't help it,” you let out a sigh and picked up your toothbrush. Maybe someday she will accept you. But at that point would she ever be able to make up for how she treated you?

Ready for bed you slid in beside Yelena, careful not to wake her. Fanny, finished with her food, jumped into bed with you and snuggled up with a lick to your face. You smiled and kissed her head then kissed Yelena.

“night my love. See you in the morning,” your heavy lids drooped and you relaxed, setting a hand on Yelena and falling into dreamland.

~

Your thighs hurt. Fire and smoke burn your throat and eyes. You search for something. What exactly you aren’t sure. Tears stream down your face as anxiety floods your chest. If you don’t find the thing soon your world will be crushed.

A broken door, barely on its hinges, is at your right and you know that’s it. A hard turn and you smack your arm into the frame. You grasp at your wrist as more tears prick your eyes.

“Fuck!” A familiar level of pain flares and you know it’s broken. Your eyes dart around the room, still looking for that unknown thing. A pile of smoking wood sits in front of you and your feet carry you to it. This was it.

You try hard to pull through the heavy, hot wood with your one arm. A cry comes from below, an anxiety flaring familiar cry. You pull harder and uncover and dirty and bloody Yelena.

“LENA!” you shout and help her out. Her hands held her stomach. She smiles sickly and then curls in pain.

“Y/N. You found me. I hoped you would. Quick kiss me. I don’t have long,” Your eyes widen and you move her hands. The sight of her stomach makes you sick. Turning to the side you retch and vile spills from your mouth. You wipe your mouth and shake your head, tears fall hard now.

“Lena no no. You’re fine. We can fix you. Please,” you slide your arm under her and try to pick her up but she screams and goes limp in your arms.

“FUCK Y/N! stop. There's no hope. Please just kiss me. I don’t want to die without that.” you shake your head more and set her down. You refused to accept her death.

“No Yelena you are not going to die here. You can’t die. You are too well trained. a-and… I can't live without you. it’ll be fine,” She tries to raise her head but then it falls and she spasms. Your eyes widen and you do your best to hold her still but your broken wrist shoots in pain.

“No no no NO!” you kiss her over and over. Fear pulses through you and when she relaxes completely you sob. Your head aches from the pressure of your sobs and your broken wrist protests. Maybe hours pass and you sit there with her dead body pressed to your chest, her blood and guts smearing all over you.

Then guilt overtakes the sadness. She asked you for one thing. One single kiss before she died and you didn’t fulfill that. You couldn’t give her everything she deserved in life or even in her final moments.

You wake up shaking and screaming. Yelena is awake next to you, crying and shaking your shoulder violently.

“Please Y/N,” she sobs, snot and tears mix and fall forgotten. You sit up barely able to hold yourself up. She is alive.

“Fuck Yelena what’s wrong?” Your dream haunts you. You search her stomach and her whole body for major wounds. She is obviously unsure what you are doing and grabs your face forcing you to look at her.

“Y-you were shaking and screaming and crying and I didn’t know what was wrong. If you were having a seizure or what.” You shake your head and take deep breaths.

“No, I'm good. Not seizure. R-Really…” your words falter and you stare off, caught up in the memory of the dream. Yelena snaps in front of you and hugs your arm. “Ah sorry. Bad dream. really, really bad dream.” you stare at her head unsure if this was the dream or if Yelena really was alive.

“D-do you want to tell me about it?” Her arms slide under yours and she holds you from the side. You shake your head and lay it on her shoulder. “Ok but if you do tell me. I’ll hold you until you fall asleep again.”

The thought of being asleep again makes you tense up. Yelena feels it and rubs your side softly. She kisses you in every way she knows you like and pets your head.

“I’m not going to sleep. I can’t live through that again. It made me think I was going to be alone. Please don’t leave me Lena. please. I don’t wanna die alone.” She frowns and hugs you tight.

“I’m never going to leave you. I’m here baby. I’m here.” She kisses your jaw softly and you nod. Relaxing again, you wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her shoulders.

“Y-you died. There was a fire and I broke my wrist and it was smokey and you got impaled and you died. You asked me to kiss you and I couldn’t accept the fact you were dying so I didn’t kiss you. I couldn’t give you what you deserve.” She frowns and kisses you.

“No Y/N. Don’t you dare. It was just a nightmare, that’s all. I’m NEVER leaving you. ok?” She holds your face and kisses you softly. The kiss lasts a while and you melt into your touch. Fears still paralyse you every couple hours but she holds you until the sun comes up. She knows exactly what you love and how to make you feel safe. She really wasn’t ever going to leave.

~

Weeks pass. You are sure you have gotten past the nightmare. You go to work everyday and Yelena stays home going through paperwork. When you come home the two of you snuggle and bliss fills you. Your mother doesn’t ask you to come to any more charity events and you think maybe, just maybe things are good.

Then Yelena gets called on the mission. When she tells you she will be gone for a week your mind reels. You can barely see straight as the dream vividly flashes through your brain. Yelena gets worried, grabbing your hand and you back away searching her body for any sign of blood.

“No. Lena please. What if you get hurt? I-I can’t. You promised you’d never leave.” Her eyes look at you apologetically.

“Don’t worry. I’m a professional. It’s just a small info gathering job. Absolutely no danger,” she smiles at you and sets a hand on your shoulder. You back away from her hand and lean your head back to force the tears back.

“Yelena… ok. Please. Don’t get hurt,” She nods and kisses your cheek grabbing her bag.

You spend the entire week at home. Anxiety grips you so hard that you can’t stand to go to work. A fever strikes and you throw up every evening at almost exactly 10:30. Work tells you to stay at home and probably go to the doctor. Honestly you’d rather go to work so you have less time to think about her.

Most of Yelena's missions don’t allow for her to contact you and the stress of it all has your brain thinking of her the entire time she’s gone. By the time Yelena is on her way back you have dropped 12 pounds. You hadn’t eaten, only bothering to get up to feed Fanny. A cold sweat coats your skin and you hold your arms to you. Blankets were too hot, but it was too cold without them.

The alarm on your phone signalling it’s time to feed Fanny goes off. You throw the blankets off and wipe dried tears. The tv screen flashes a “keep watching screen.” You aren’t really sure when it came up but your mind hadn’t registered the tv in a couple days.

When the door clicks unlocked you scream. Silence had filled the apartment for so long and the sound was louder than anything you’d ever heard. Fanny starts barking, running to the door, then coming back and sitting at your feet.

You fall to the ground clasping the food scoop. Fanny licks your face as tears fall. Every fear that had plagued you came to the forefront of your mind. What if it wasn’t Yelena? What if it was Hill telling you to come in? No, they would call you for that. But if Yelena was dead…

Arms wrap around and pick you up, setting you on the couch. You whip your head back and forth trying to catch a glance of who it is. In the back of your mind you know it's her, but for some reason you’d been convinced over the past week that she’s dead.

A warm towel wipes away dried tears and snot, and a soft hand holds yours. Tears blur your vision but you steady your breaths. The anxiety in your chest dissipates. You lean your head back forcing the tears in and look back to catch a look at the woman you love. But, instead of long blonde hair and soft round face,  you see long red hair, falling in waves.

“Lena? Did you have to dye your hair for the mission?” She frowns and shakes her head, setting down the towel.

“Fuck Y/N. I know you can’t remember but I hate having to keep telling you this,” The voice is not Yelena’s. It’s your friends. Wanda’s. Your eyes look her all over and you tense up confused.

“Tell me what Wanda? What’s wrong with Lena?” She grabs both your hands and looks at you with the softest expression she can muster.

“The fire Y/N. Do you remember? The fire where Lena…. She bled out,” The anxiety of the dream. No memory. The smoke, your raw throat, and the hours of sobbing.

You shake your head and quick breaths fill your lungs. Wanda tries to get you to calm down. Your vision spots while your brain searches for oxygen your hyperventilating can’t provide.

“Y/N please calm down. Please. FUCK! I promised to never use it without permission but between the two of you…” Red magic flows from her hands and wraps around your head. Your breathing slows down and your vision comes back. Wanda cradles your head and hums.

You reach up and see the tear streaks on her face. Her eyes look bloodshot and dark circles are prominent under her eyes. You pout and try to hug her back. All the fears that had consumed you for weeks were now gone. Even if it was only by Wanda’s magic. You curled into her side and fell asleep. Finally able to find some peace.

~

It was the night of the charity gala. You drove home but had taken the long way around to cool off from your mothers subtle aggression. Plans on how to ignore her future advances build in your mind as you pull into the parking garage. You stepped out of the car and held your head in your hands. You hadn’t drank that much, but a headache would be inevitable.

Sirens sound from the road in front of your complex and you growl. The loud noise and lights make your head pound. You shake your keys and walk towards the stairwell. Coughing into your arm and you open the door to your floor. You throw your hand back with a scream at the hot door handle.

“the fuck…? NO!” forgetting your pain you throw open the door and run into the building. Smoke flows from under doors and fire licks at the walls. The sound of the siren gets louder from some open window. You run through the halls trying your best to not breathe in smoke. Yelena would be asleep. She wouldn’t know what’s happening.

Your apartment door is on the right and you stand back and kick the handle. Your foot hurts as it contacts the rough wooden door but it cracks. You kick again and the door falls in. Running through the door you smack your arm into the frame and cry out in pain.

Fanny barks from one of the rooms and you follow the noise letting her run free into the hallway. You hope dearly that the dog finds her way out.

The entirety of your home is consumed in flames. Beams that held up the apartment above you are on the floor. The poor old couple who was always so nice. Hopefully they had gotten out before it collapsed. Running to your bedroom you try to open the door. It gives quickly but before you can get to Yelena a strong arm grabs at your back.

“What the? HEY!” you squirm trying to slip out of the grip. You have no luck and result to punching. Nothing makes the arms let you go as they pull you from the building. Along the way down you consider it may be a firefighter saving your life.

“Please. My girlfriend, she’s still in there. Please, she was asleep. Save her. I can get out,” you plead with your “saviour”. The person doesn’t acknowledge any words or attempts of movement. They just carry you out of the building back into the parking garage. At some point you began crying, fearing for your girlfriends and your neighbours lives.

You are carried to a car and roughly thrown in. Your broken wrist, now remembered, aches and you curl into a ball. The driver doesn’t speak to you and the person who carried you doesn’t get into the car with you. You didn’t register the person in the back seat with you until they cough. Or rather She coughs.

“Oh Y/N I’m glad we got you out ok. I was so scared we wouldn’t be able to get you out before the fire got you too,” Your eyes widen at the familiar voice and you sit up looking into her eyes. The pieces fall into place in your mind. No you’d never thought she’d be this cruel. Yet here you were, Yelena and Fanny. They were in there.

“You didn’t. no no you didn’t. You are cruel and hateful but not murderous,” you pull away as a hand strokes your cheek. Hate flashes behind your eyes.

“Oh honey. You will forgive me when you realise it was for the sake of the family. Like they always say; ‘Mother knows best.’”

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[bullyhunter--69]

"She's so sweet, really."

Pairing: Izuku x fem!reader

Summary: When you and Izuku started dating, you were as happy as could be. He was beyond sweet and caring, and helped you forget about the bad in your life. But after he introduces you to his mother, Inko, and you start to be a more frequent visitor at the Midoriya household, you realize it's starting to take a bigger affect on you than you thought it would. Why can't your mother be like that?

Tw: mentions of family issues/absent family/family death, bottling up emotions and eventually breaking, a stressed Izuku, ends with soft fluff

A/N: This turned out so much longer and more angsty than planned but I'm really proud of it, tell me what you guys think! 🖤 (This is also my first ever angst written so--)

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Today was a beautiful fall day. Colorful leaves fell around you, the sky was tinged with a deep orange, and the soft grass beneath you made your time all the more comfy. You were snuggled next to Izuku beneath a huge tree on campus, who was currently going on and on about his latest quirk findings. The goal you guys originally had set was to review for the upcoming test, but the topic quickly shifted to Izukus day once your fingers intertwined with his and you inquired about it.

"-and so then once I asked Mr. Aizawa about it I found that- Hey.. are you okay (Y/N)?" You really were listening, but had found that you zoned out. Izukus concerned, soft voice brought you back to reality, and a small smile crawled it's way onto your features. "Yeah 'zuku, I'm all good.. I just was thinking about some stuff and was focusing on your voice. It always helps." You ended your reply with a squeeze of his hand, which all together resulted in his face blooming into a shade of deep red.

"Well, uh.. T-thank you, I'm happy to help!" He stuttered out as he felt butterflies all throughout his body. "Oh, also!" Izuku started, turning his body to face you more, holding your hands in his lap with a nervous look in his eyes. "(Y/N), I was wondering.. we've been together for a bit now and I.. I want my mom to meet you."

As soon as the word 'mom' reached your ears, you tensed up. It was always a sensitive topic, even if it wasn't your parental relationships in question. You knew Izuku had noticed, as the hold on your hands got tighter. "I understand if you're scared or nervous but I know She's gonna love you! She already says you're really pretty and smart just basing off what I've shown her.. she really is looking forward to it, and we don't have to stay long if you don't want to." The gentle rub of his thumb on the back of your hand and the puppy dog eyes was enough to soothe your nerves. If Izuku talked so highly of you to her, and if she was anything like him at all, you figured it wouldn't be that bad to meet her. She would be your mother-in-law someday, so you might as well get it out of the way now and not later.

When the day finally came, you were beyond nervous. The thought of meeting Izuku's mother and her not liking you made a wave of sickness and dread fill every inch of your body. Whether it was a friend, or a boyfriend, meeting mothers always gave you a bad taste in your mouth. It brought back all the feelings that you tried desperately to hide away and fight daily.

See, you were almost fully open with Izuku, but there was one thing he didn't know. Your family, to put it bluntly, was shit. Your mother always belittled you for every single little action you ever made and everything about you. Nothing was ever good enough. As a small child, it was always under-the-table, backhanded compliments with passive aggressive undertones, but after the passing of your father, it turned into raw, brutal words. She was never proud, and never actually loved you, she just used your desire to be a good daughter against you. It was cold, hard, manipulative behavior which resulted in you finally refusing to talk to her after you got accepted into U.A. The mental gymnastics you had to go through to hide all of this, especially from Izuku, was taking a toll on you. You never talked of family and never left the dorms, and had an.. unusual amount of luggage stored away in your room. It seemed like you packed your entire life up in a suitcase and ran.

Which is essentially what you did.

As bad as it sounds, you never planned on telling your love any of this. You just needed to forget all of the childhood trauma you were put through and focus on showing your mother she was wrong. Everything she said about your quirk being useless, to you being intolerable and a bad daughter, would be proved wrong. But, the biggest thing you planned to show her? Is that your father would be proud. She always used him against you, and you'd be damned if you wouldn't prove that point the most ridiculous of them all.

A soft knocking on your dorm brought you out of your deep thoughts, and your gaze slid to the door. Your hands shot to your face and you quickly dried your tears. "O-one second, I'm still changing!" You knew in the pit of your gut that it was Izuku coming to pick you up, and your thoughts were confirmed when you heard him on the other side of your locked door. "Alrighty baby, take your time!" God, he sounded so sweet.. this was hell keeping from him, but it kept him from worrying.

The night went on so much better than expected, and it genuinely surprised you. You had never met a woman as sweet as Inko was. She cooked your favorite food and had your favorite drinks, and even baked you your favorite dessert. She asked about how you were doing in school and once the topic of your quirk was brought up, she was beyond ecstatic to hear you talk about it. She even added on how she felt it would be useful in battle. The night was amazing. Nothing felt real, it all was like the fantasies you made up while lying in bed at 4am sobbing, so sleep deprived you almost can't move to get ready for your class that starts in just a few hours. It's what you've always wanted in a mom-- a beautiful, sweet woman who cares.

Why can't your mother be like that?

As the weeks went on and Izuku kept inviting you over for weekly dinner and game nights with him and Inko, you found it harder and harder to conceal exactly how much your mental health was struggling. Yes, you absolutely adored both your loving boyfriend and his equally loving mother, but it was just so fucking.. hard. Every smile she gave you, the loving, motherly twinkle in her eyes when she talked to Izuku, the amazing dinners, the endless support for both of you, the pictures she insisted on taking of you and Izuku-- it was all too much. You started to dwell on this every single night, and resent yourself for how much anger and jealousy you felt. This wasn't right, but you couldn't help it. It wasn't your fault that your mother hated you for every fiber of your being and Izuku had the best mother imaginable. He was your boyfriend, you should be happy.. right?

You didn't realize how hard you had been sobbing until there was a hushed yet firm knock on your dorm door. The tears that blurred your vision made it even harder to read the clock on your nightstand through the pitch black room you sat in, huddle up in a pile of blankets, All Might plushies and Izuku's hoodies.

9:54 p.m.

The pain that was radiating through your torso from the wreck you had become from however long you had actually been crying was torture. It felt like needles were being shoved into your lungs and your heart was being squeezed in a vice grip. Breathing felt impossible. Your throat was raw. But the thing that hurt the absolute worst, out of everything?

"(Y/N)? Baby, please let me in.." Little Izuku's voice sounded like the biggest bomb going off, the jiggle of your door knob making emergency alarms go off in your head. There wasn't any possible way to get out of this, and this might just be your biggest fear. Facing those soft emerald eyes and that sweet smile that has been open and honest with you over the entirety of your entire relationship, and even before. Telling the love of your life all the trauma you've endured, and then willingly decided to hide from him. No.. it's the disappointment that you're positive will shine through his features that's truly your biggest fear.

You don't know how long he had been listening, but one second was more than enough for you to know Izuku wasn't going to leave. He loved you endlessly and never left without making sure you had a smile on your face. So, with limbs that felt like cement, eyes that felt as if you were crying spikes, and an aching heart, you got up and made your way to unlock the door. It took a minute-- your hold on the cold knob firm and extremely hesitant.

3... 2.. 1.

Finally, Izuku had enough room to gently push your door open, and his breath was taken away when he saw you as the golden light from the dormitory hallway illuminated your entirely wrecked appearance.

Bloodshot eyes, make up filled tears streaming down both checks, snot dripping down to you mouth. The cuffs of his hoodie that covered your shaking body were soaked in black, wet mascara. Your hair was messy and tangled. You were.. broken.

After taking in every little detail of your appearance, a struggled gasp last your body when his arms were suddenly around you. The touch of his warmth around you was electrifying, and instantly brought you to your knees. As Izuku shut and locked the door behind him, still holding you in his strong arms, he sighed softly. "What's wrong?"

These are some of the only words that you really didn't want to come out of his mouth. They stung and tore through your heart like the sharpest of blades. They made you regret not opening up sooner, his tone overflowing with worry, fear, and dread. You knew not to make eye contact, but you couldn't even if you wanted to. Once those words entered your ears, soft and delicate as if you would shatter into a million pieces if he spoke too hard, another strangled sob was unleashed out of what felt to be your core.

"S-she's just so sweet.." Your voice, although strained and crackling, came out with an emotion Izuku had never heard from you before. A mixture of jealousy, rage, disappointment, and disgust is all he could pick out, but it sounded like something was hidden beneath it all. Something that you didn't know how to express, so emotions just came seeping out of you in the easiest way.

Picking you up was an easy task, as your body had long ago given up the fight to stay standing. The sweet boy made his way to your bed and sat with you cradled to his chest, your nose tucking away in the crook of his neck instantly to breath in his scent. It calmed you-- he calmed you, but you couldn't help but to shamefully pull your head away and look across the room.

"(Y/N), you have to tell me more. Who is 'she'? I want to help you.." His voice still held a delicate tone, his fingers combing through your hair with one hand and the other still holding you tightly. After what seemed like forever of Izuku just holding you and letting you cry every single ounce of emotion you held in your body out, your sobs slowly came to a stop and you took a soft, shaking sigh.

It was time to come clean.

"'Z-zuku, I'm sorry.." You started, slowly and steadily while trying to steady your breath further. The gentle back rubs from his warm hands helped sooth you, and gave you the strength to continue.

"I haven't been exactly.. truthful with you." As you took a second to find your words and sniffle, you could sense Izuku tilt his head to the side curiously. "You always ask if I'm okay-- if I'm happy-- and I always say that I am. I love you so incredibly much and you do make me feel happy and safe and welcomed and-" Your ramble was cut off with a kiss to your temple, which was a silent signal of Izukus trust and time.

"Because of how incredibly happy you make me, I dont want you thinking that this is your fault at all. Its mine.. I shut you out and bottled myself up when I should have just told you in the first place. I just.. don't know how to say it other than to say it outright."

Your shakey tone made Izukus heart race even more. He was staying calm and supportive on the outside but on the inside, he was a wreck. He was currently going over every single one of his actions, words, and notes that made what you and him were-- absolutely scraping the bottom of the barrel for anything and everything he could have done wrong. That stuff, though, was shoved deep so he could help you, because that was what was important right now.

"I don't.. Izuku, I love you and I love your mother so incredibly much. I feel at home with you guys but it's just so hard. Seeing how sweet and caring she is, how She's invested in both of our lives, how she.. s-she said she loved me.." You body was quickly starting to shake again, so Izuku pulled you in closer. "Why can't my mother be like that?"

There it was. It finally clicked in Izuku's mind. Everytime you avoided the topic of family, how you never had pictures with them, how you never had a place to go to during break, how every day after spending time with him and Inko you seemed drained the next morning as if you had stayed up all night.. it clicked as to what might be wrong, and his suspicions were confirmed when you continued.

"M-my mother hates me and she has my entire life. I have never received an ounce of love or respect from that filthy woman and it's always on my mind. Her degradation and her mocking laugh and her hideous presence. She used my dead fucking dad against me to make me feel like I'd never make it in this world and I just-- I-I want to escape the horrible memories but I can't. I just want a mother like yours.. it's what I've always wanted and I don't understand why I had to be the one stuck with a dead dad and a mockery of a mother. Seeing how absolutely amazing your mom is fills me with love and happiness and a sense of home I've never gotten before but at the end of the day, it just reminds me of how shitty my life was up until I got to U.A. I don't have a mom. I don't have a home. And its not fair that I'm upset over the fact that you having those things happens to remind me of that. I'm sorry."

Izuku was speechless. His comforting ministrations had stopped and he just looked at you. Even with the pitch black void that was your room, his emerald eyes shined bright.. and brimmed with tears.

"I.. I had no idea, baby, I'm so sorry.." Izuku was choosing his words incredibly carefully. He held nothing against you, nor was he upset or disappointed at you. He was a person that could put himself in someone else's shoes very easily and see through their eyes, and your emotional monologue was enough to paint your story for him. He just wanted to comfort you and show you everything was okay.

"I don't want you to be sorry, there isn't any need for you to be. You can't help what your mother put you through, and how horribly unfair to you that it was. Nobody can control how others actions affect them-- it's just how humans are.." Strong arms turned your body to face him, your limbs wrapped around his torso and your cheeks gently held in his hands. As tears streamed down his cheeks, he stared deep into your eyes. "You're so strong and beautiful, and I understand as much as I can. I love you so much.. Baby, to hell with her. I know it's hard, but she doesn't have to mean anything to you anymore. Me and you, and mom, can be our own family. We're your home now.."

A sob managed to choke it's way out of your throat, but this one was different. Your head fell into Izukus neck and you held him as tight as you possibly could, soaking his chest with more snot and tears. His arms held you back just as tightly as he peppered soft butterfly kisses along your hairline. This is how you stayed for the rest of the night until you calmed down and passed out on his firm build. Laying back softly, Izuku tucked you both in and kept his tight hold on you.

"Goodnight, love.. You're home."

[cheekygreenty]

Little Witch - Part 14

The Darkling x Reader

You felt fine after dinner, the food quickly replenishing your dwindled physique, but you didn't go back to work. You took Aleksander's advice and took the rest of the day to rest and take your mind off the countless tasks you had. There was one thing you needed to do though and that was thank Zoya for today.

She didn't have to do any of it, in fact, you believed she hated you from the minute you interrupted Aleksander's meeting. You were told by a servant she was out training Inferni's and so you made your way down to the Etherialki training grounds. She stood there, the image of a goddess. Her dark hair fell down her blue kefta in defined curls, collecting small snowflakes.

There was no indication she'd been involved in a deadly attack a mere 4 hours ago. Saints, I think I have a crush on Zoya. Nevertheless, you walked over to her, calling out her name to grab her attention.

'Deputy, how are you feeling?' She looked worried yet relieved to see you standing in front of her on both of your legs.

'Y/N will do Zoya.'

'Alright then'

'Thank you for today. I don't know what came over me.'

'We all have our moments. Some of us just hide them better' You couldn't tell whether that was a dig at you or not.

'You're an amazing soldier Zoya. I'm very impressed'

'Well I didn't just sleep my way to the top if that's what you're implying.' She turned her addicting gaze away from you, studying the young Infernis.

'I beg your pardon?' You were taken aback.

'How's your leg?' She tried to change the topic but you weren't ready to.

'What do you mean Zoya, spit it out.'

'You know what I mean Y/N.' Why was she avoiding the conversation if she brought it up in the first place?

'Are you and Gener-' Is this another thing he had lied to me about? You vaguely remember thinking the two had been involved when you seen them in the same room but it passed quickly, surely he would have told you, especially if it was with one of his most trusted Grisha? The thought was another painful blow to your gut. They just kept on coming. You couldn't finish your sentence for she already answered it.

'No.'

'Zoya'

'Not anymore... Alina is here now' The strong feisty woman was gone now, in her place was a hurt and rejected woman. You were old enough to see it, you had been her before, hell you were her now. You looked at her striking beauty, thought about her incredible skills, and then stupidly compared yourself to her. If he rejected her, you're next. Your silence must have comforted her more than words could, for she shrugged her shoulders and said

'He keeps saying she's his equal, the day to his night' His equal. That's what Alina said.

'You don't need anyone Zoya. I can promise you you'll amount to great things on your own.' Despite the hurt you felt, you focused on her.

'Well as of right now I'm stuck to skiff trips and when you request me' You eyed her inquisitively 'Our dear General's doings.' she admitted.

'What gave you such an honor' you teased.

'I got into a riff with the precious Sun-Summoner after she vexed me.' She shut her eyes tightly as if trying to forget the memory.

'She doesn't strike me as the vexing type-' Your conversation was quickly interrupted when an Inferni accidentally set alight more than just the mannequin and Zoya scrambled to put it out, scolding the boy in the process.

'I'll leave you to it then'

You walked away, hurt and on the verge of tears. You needed to speak to Aleksander, you were sick of him lying to you but you were even more tired of feeling that severe urge to cry every time you thought about him. You came here to do your job and to show everyone you had your powers under control, yet all you've done so far is the opposite. Saints be damned you would walk away from your position because of a complicated relationship, you were better than that. But you also recognized that if you confronted Aleksander about all of this, he would either have to tell you about his plans for Alina or lie again, and you knew he would lie. It was a vicious cycle, one that wouldn't end. It was heartbreaking knowing that the man who claimed to never stop loving you could lie to you so easily.

You were right to question your trust in him, he never gave you a reason not to.

***

He was sitting at his desk, back turned towards you. You hesitated, the thought of running out the door and locking yourself in your room sounding pretty attractive. Maybe a good cry will fix this.

'Y/N I thought I told you to rest' He spoke calmly, his hand never dropping the pen. You shut the doors, not wanting the guards outside to hear what you were about to say. This made him turn around.

'We need to talk'

He dropped the pen and paper and stood up, indicating he was all ears. You glued your eyes to his knowing your vulnerability peeked through but you didn't care to hide it.

'What are your plans for me, Aleksander?'

He cocked his head to the side, confused. 'What?'

'Why keep me around when Alina is here?'

You were never the jealous kind, but you came to realize this wasn't jealousy. It was disappointment and aching after being away from him for almost a century. You had built up this life in your head, one where everything was perfect and Aleksander hadn't changed but you raised the bar too high. The bad parts of Aleksander faded away with each year and the best parts of him enhanced in your mind. You had forgotten what he was truly like, plus coming to terms with the fact that he lived a seemingly happy life while you were gone stung a bit too. With each day, the disappointment turned into hurt and anger.

'Y/N I already told you, I have a plan.'

'So you expect me to watch you and Alina fawn over each other while I stay in the shadows being a dutiful Second in Command? I may be loyal but I'm not going to blindly follow along Aleksander, not anymore.' It's making me miserable.

His hands reached out for you but you moved away. 'You know I love you Y/N' He said as if the foolish statement would make your worries and anger melt away.

'Then act like it'

'It's not that simple.'

'It never is, is it?' You bitterly laughed. What's the point of loving somebody if you're not willing to do everything to make them stop hurting?

'Why won't you tell me?' Your voice was a whisper he barely registered. 'Do you not trust me? Cause I'll admit it right now, I may love you, but I don't trust you Aleksander.'

Your admission hit him like a pile of bricks. He was brought back to when you first met, your shaking body radiating hostility as you rode in the carriage with him. He tried to assure you you were safe, you were one of his Grisha now, but you were having none of it. You didn't trust anybody for months after you arrived in the Little Palace, especially him and right now, it was all back to square one.

'Have I really given you that many reasons to not trust me?' It had been so long since he had somebody to care for and love that he forgot how to act around you. Perhaps he was back to square one too.

'Yes. Your sly comments about killing the King and finding the stag, your relationship with Alina, even with Zoya- Aleksander you're lying to me every day and you think I'll still be compliant. I'm not the same Y/N you remember.'

'You know what I want Y/N. You've always known'

'I do, but I need to know how you're going to do it all. How can I be supportive when I don't know what the hell is going on around me. A goodnight kiss every now and then won't fix this if you're doing the same to somebody else'

'Is this what this is? Your way of saying I'm fucking my Sun-Summoner on the side?'

'I never said that. All I wanted to know was why I'm not in on the plan that's supposed to give us more power. Is it because I'm a loose cannon, are you scared of what I'll do if I won't agree with you?'

You were sure of one thing; while you were gone nobody dared to disagree with the Darkling and he had grown to get used to it. Power corrupts, resistance humbles.

Somehow you still held your composure, albeit it was difficult. Aleksander however, was losing his temperate demeanor. He was pacing the lengths of the room and his hand had brushed through his hair countless times, the image of someone who was backed into a corner they couldn't get out of.

'I haven't told you because I don't want you to get burned. If it goes wrong it would be good to have some of us not hanged for treason would it not?' Bullshit. He must've forgotten you had the power of a heartrenderer. Aleksander was lying right through his teeth.

'You and I both know that's not true. If history is any indication then they'll turn on all Grisha.'

'And you'll be here to make sure they don't.' He tried to reason but you let out a loud laugh.

'Up until 2 weeks ago you didn't even consider giving me my old post back, do you really expect me to believe you changed your strategy in a matter of days?'

He stayed silent and settled against his desk. His crossed arms showed he was in no mood to discuss any further but you weren't done. He was going to tell you everything whether he liked it or not. You were sick of being kept in the dark. You had your title of Deputy back now, yet you still had no idea what truly went on and had no real sway against the top-ranking Grisha who no doubt were in on the plans. Power corrupts, resistance humbles, and you were done being humbled.

'Aleksander don't make me force it out of you' As soon as the words left your mouth you tried to find some part of you that regretted them but came up empty-handed.

His head whipped around with whiplash speed. You could see the internal battle going on behind his eyes of whether you would actually make do on your threat. You didn't know whether it was empty or whether you actually would do it but it was tempting.

'You said you changed, but I don't think you did' He retorted, eyeing you up and down with a look of displeasure. The situation was a shift from the usual, this time he was the one losing control and spiraling whereas you were the perfect example of a calm before the storm. The Little Witch he had grown to love and worship.

'I'm stronger, I can be stronger. I am limitless' You prided yourself on the restraint you'd shown thus far. You were in a palace full of Grisha, of Healers, a Tailor, a Sun-Summoner yet you didn't make any moves to take anything. The old Y/N wouldn't hesitate to take what wasn't hers. Maybe that's why you would burn out, lose as you gained. This time you knew how to do it properly, how to be an Elemental who yielded it all.

'Your quench for power is contending mine, Sweet Y/N.' For the second time in your life, you saw fear in Aleksander's eyes. He always had a feeling you yearned to have a stronger grasp of the Second-Army and for so long, even now, you tried to lie to yourself and deny it. But deep down some voices always whispered 'it's only right to have a leader who represents them all'.

'Wrong. I already have it, I just need to use it.' You raised your hands slowly, showing him you meant what you said. I'm really doing this. Your heart dropped when his raised too. He's willing to hurt me to protect his lies.

'There's no going back from this' You felt weirdly ready. Although you had never used your Grisha powers against Aleksander in a fight, you had a hefty slice of hope in you that you could overpower him. You had what he had and more.

'Y/N stop this.'

'Why? So that you'll lie to me again? Make me the other woman? It's inevitable that it comes to this' Your heart picked up in speed as your breathing became rapid. The influx of power at your fingertips itched to get out and make itself useful and containing it was painful.

Shadows pooled on the ground and around your feet yet you didn't know who they belonged to. Technically they're all his, I just know how to control them.

Panic shot through you as you felt a tendril of the black nothingness grasp around your wrist. No. You let yourself go, snapping the shackle and mirroring it on him. He had never experienced cruelty at the hands of his own power until now and was completely powerless as the black restraints rendered him useless. You concentrated on his pulse, soothing it to its normal rate then into a slow hum, relaxing his mind. This all felt so wrong yet so right.

'I'm feeling merciful today. When you feel up to it, tell me everything, or else I promise I won't hesitate Aleksander. We're the same in that manner.'

You watched as he gathered himself, anger rising onto his face. His moves were rigid and stiff despite your previous soothing.

'Time is ticking' Before he could say another word, you left the defeated Darkling, instilled with a sudden sense of pride.

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Part 15

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