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medium-rare-bimbo · 10 months

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♡dark!!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!!!!!! Imagine being his object of affection, the one he devotes his followers life to <3<3 did someone say virgin! Reader ?? 👁👁 yes me I did. He takes your virginity as a ritual, there are people surrounding your bed as he takes what's his, telling you that this is what needs to be done so you can ascend into a higher being

♡ chrissy, nancy, robin sleepover where they teach virgin! reader how to cum. Youd be so embarrassed to admit it :(( but that's okay they tell you its completely natural and to go at your own pace and not every boy is going to make you cum. Boys are useless! When you shamefully tell them that you've never EVER cum and that you havent even had your first kiss, they assure it that it's okay and robin offers to teach you <3 naturally you end up with your back against her chest and her fingers in your cunt, you had gotten fuzzy a while ago and everyone was fawning over you pretty pussy. They all take turns in fingering you and tasting you, you have the best sleep you've ever had ♡♡♡

♡ being fucked with a beer bottle <3 would be with either eddie or billy, they'd laugh at you while you cry about how gross it is

♡ cucking Jason <3 what better way to get back at your bully than fucking his girlfriend, chrissy deserves her tits in my mouth

♡ stealing their shirts so you can put it on a pillow and hump it later !!!!!

♡ making you squirt infront of people!! Maybe billy, thinking he gets an ego boost after it. Or eddie think he would let everyone have a go of making you squirt <3 such a sweetheart

♡ hopper catching you working at a strip club then blackmailing you after you beg for him not to tell anyone <3 he makes you fuck yourself dumb on his cock then mocks you when your legs go numb

♡ bimbo! crybaby! Reader getting her clit pinched after she gets bratty

♡ hybrid reader!! Hybrid reader !!! Hybrid reader!!!!!! Bunny! Puppy! Kitty! Cow! Bird! Bear! Lamb! Mouse!! SO MANY THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!

♡ I think steve would like a kitty, all pretty and only exists for the purpose of looking good and being a hole to stuff <3<3 spoil me so much !!!! Or maybe a puppy, gets to leash me up and make me choke on his cock maybe breed me

♡ eddie would like a bunny, a soft little thing that can keep up with his fat loads of cum, or maybe a kitty who does nothing but lay there and mewl for his cum <3 he just wants a little dumb thing he can corrupt

♡ hopper likes the puppy because old grumpy men and puppies are soul mates!!! Hed be so strict but I'd love him for it !!! Make me feel so special 👁👁 piss kink with hopper x untrained puppygirl reader 👁👁 smoking a cigar while you cock warm him I'm all gooey inside

♡ I think billy would definitely be into cow hybrids 👁👁 cuz like hes the bull of Hawkins and I think he needs a little breeding cow and on milky titz to sucky suck👁👁 shy lil thing that follows him around

♡ robin would like a bird because they're so quiet and pretty!! Just so nice to look at and she would definitely love it when you try to groom her makes her feel so special!!! Or when you coo as shes eating you out omg !! loves how soft your lil wings are !!!

♡ nancy definitely be into puppygirls<3<3 I think shed love to just do whatever she pleases especially when you take everything she gives you, you're so obedient and eager to please her !!!!!!!!!

♡ argyle? Definitely a cow orr maybe a mouse, just wants someone whose soft and warm. Would let you sit on his cock while he smokes, all the praises !!! Stroke your pretty little thighs and pet your ears sucky sucky on those titties

♡ my sick little freak Jonathan? The original perv? Bear. Just something that lays there all pretty and soft, let's him take pictures!! His fav are when you're lying in the sun and he pulls your underwear to the side to see your pussy <3

♡ what if hybrid! boy/girlfriend !!!!!!

♡ AAAA WOLF EDDIE AND BUNNY READER IM GAGGING CHOKING NOT BREATHING, him wearing a muzzle!!! Spikey collar that leaves scratches in my thighs

♡ wolf steve and puppy reader 👁👁 wants to get you full of pups, all hairy and warm treats you so well<3 hunts you the biggest deer he can find just so he can prove how much of a good mate he is

♡ bear hopper x bunny reader <3<3 so big and warm so strong and smart he has to protect his little dumb cocksleeve, let's you have all the blankets for your nest!!! Soothes you when you cry because hes so big and doesnt fit in it :(( but its okay because he likes being pressed against you so tightly

♡ bull billy and cow reader !!! Hes so mean at first!! Always huffing and grunting at you making you think he hates you </3 makes all the others bully you because hes the alpha and whatever he says goes until some dumb new bulls start showing interest in HIS shy submissive mate he gets into so many fights!! Hates that they think they can have you >:00 YOURE HIS >:((( sneaks into your separated room (because everyone is so mean and the farmer cant have their pretty little Hefner sad) just so he can mark you as his. would 100% let's you touch his horns, but only you >:((

♡ dont get me started on heats and ruts

♡ breed me so good!!!! I'm going feral possibly even insane

♡ joyce + hopper with puppygirl!!! Makes my heart all gooey and gross, joyce would spoil you so much!!! Give you extra rewards and treats when you behave or when hop is being grumpy and strict! Definitely would stuff you with toys and make you lick them clean

♡ step dad! hopper digging out a bullet vibrator from his bimbo Step daughter after she gets it stuck inside her because shes so dumb </3

♡ brothers bestfriend/dealer! Eddie corrupting naive! Innocent! Virgin! Reader, him waiting for your roommate to arrive and he gets to know you so well

♡ scumbag! Stepbrother! Jonathan x innocent! Reader. making you sit on his lap, he blows smoke into your face all the time :((((( makes your eyes tear up and forget about his boner that hes rocking against your clothed cunt!! Dont get me started on his Best friend perv! Argyle who is soooo nice to you but only so he can feel you up close against him

♡ theres a belt that has a lighter attached to it omg imagine eddie using it to light the blunt in your mouth omfg I'm going insane right now

♡ mean! eddie making his artist! Girlfriend draw porn only so he can cum on it and ruin it :(((

♡ being the new secretary at the police station and befriending hopper through your husband. Staying late one night, you and hop start talking which leads to you complaining to him about struggling to have a baby and how you're so worried that you may not be able too, he assures you that theres nothing wrong and even offers to help, your husband is oblivious when you become pregnant, he doesnt even bat an eye when the baby comes out huge (giant genes jim hopper ♡♡)

♡ argyle becoming a masseuse and getting a bit too handsy with his favourite client <3<3 his hands are amazing with pizza dough they would be amazing with my ass <3

♡ would I let Vecna absolutely destroy me? Yes I'm not a coward, I want his claws to make my hips bleed is that too much to ask? "BuT nYmPH hES UgLy aND scARY" and I'm horny so what

♡ you know those baby dolls that you have to take care of for like a week? Imagine being forced to take care of one with whoever, unfortunately it unlocks their breeding kink and they cant get the thought of you and their baby out of their head so it's only natural for them to stuff you full

♡ serial killer! eddie escaping from prison and hiding in your house!! Somehow convincing him to let you live by saying you'll cook him meals and clean him up, he forces you to be his housewife until you're no longer useful to him but once he gets his cock in your sweet tiny little hole he cant stand the thought of you being harmed. When the cops arrive to search your house he takes you with him because he cant just leave his personal fleshlight behind

♡ argyle fucking the new delivery girl, he drives you to the houses because there were too many complaints about him being high </3 but that's okay because your cute little face gets extra tips and he doesnt mind staying in the car especially when your skirt flips up as you climb off the seat. Would let you ride him after you come to the car all teary eyed after you get yelled at by a mean customer who wanted a new pizza

♡ perv! Robin, nancy and chrissy convincing innocent! Reader to try on new clothes infront of them, they assure you that you dont need to change in the bathroom because "they're all girls" they grope you claiming that they're "just making sure it fits right" they then make you try on some underwear that would look sooo cute on you. You think nothing of it until you're stood infront if them and you feel vibrations coming from the fabric pressing directly to your clit, but dont worry chrissy makes sure to catch you as your legs struggle to hold yourself up plus shes holding your hands <3<3 and robin is being so sweet and 'fixing you bra' while telling you how pretty you are, nancy is the sweetest however as she reaches down to help you with false concern, rubbing your clit "trying to make it stop"

♡ hopper x fairy! Nymph esc! Reader !!! He finds you in the forest and takes you back to his cabin because a little thing like you shoudlnt be out here all alone >:(( You're so curious of this big strong creature that took you with them that you follow them around like a puppy, so he shouldnt have been so shocked when you wondered into the bathroom and watched him while he showered, as much as he tried to shoo you away it was hopeless which is why he invited you to join him. Definitely not a ploy to see you naked

♡ want 001 to gaslight me while his cock tears me in two!! "It doesn't hurt that bad, you were made to hold my children how can you give birth if you cant take my cock?"

♡ steve x bimbo reader <3 he thinks you're so dumb and hes looking at you in shock most of the time because how can anyone be that stupid? But he doesnt mind because you're his housewife and he loves that you make him feel all gooey inside, you cook him meals and bake him desserts you're so good with the kids and dustin adores with his moms new girlfriend. When you come home from babysitting with eyes watering about how you have "baby fever" and how you "cant wait to have a baby of your own" he obviously takes the opportunity to help you, he cant have his favourite girl sad now

♡ joyce and karen getting wine drink with reader, they all start talking about how awful their husbands are in bed (let's pretend hopper isnt with joyce ♡) and how they're never satisfied luckily you've bought some new sex toys and because you're so generous you cant help but share with your best friends

♡ 001 being in charge of you at the facility means he watches you do everything, sleep, eat, shower, exist, all of it. Hes all you've ever known and it feels so natural for you to come to him about the ache between your legs

♡ the way I would suck the soul out of this man

♡ dark! Reader being absolutely infatuated with mr Phil Callahan after you gets arrested at a house party, you're always getting In trouble just so you can see him not even hoppers huge cock can make you behave, you want HIM. Thankfully callahan is a good man, a good citizen who would do anything to help someone in need, so when your bent over begging him to fuck you he cant refuse, he doesnt question how you got into his house or how you knew where he lived. Your pussy is worth it <3

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ayeforscotland · 4 months

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Trying to limit and monitor kids’ social media usage would make so many problems so much worse and I need people to think about it objectively and not take it into consideration just because the concept is a knee-jerk reaction from a grieving mother being exploited by everyone around her.

— Kids already lie about their age, so an age limit is already unenforceable unless you literally require legal ID, which is an incredible breach of privacy with even further safety risks.

— Vulnerable children including LGBTQ kids living with bigoted families would be put in real-life danger of abuse or homelessness if their families had a way of knowing when they’re seeking support.

— The internet and technology is a requirement to navigate the world around you at the most basic level. That is a fact and schools know it too. Limiting access to that in this day and age would be massively limiting one’s knowledge, safety and basic life skills, especially if their family is neglectful or abusive.

— What constitutes as social media cannot necessarily strictly be defined. Some people consider WhatsApp to be social media despite the fact it’s a texting app, and the people you communicate with there are presumably people you’ve spoken to before if you know their numbers. Kids need a way of communicating with people for both practical and safety reasons, and blanketing almost everything as ‘social media’ and limiting access to it inhibits that.

— If you put a ban on all ‘social media’ until the age of 16 and then suddenly allow access, what you end up with is a child who has zero knowledge or experience of something suddenly being thrown into a world where anything is possible. It’s like when teens are forbidden alcohol their whole lives and the day they turn 18 they go on a massive binge not knowing their limits and end up either sick or in the hospital. It’s a recipe for disaster. They NEED exposure so they can learn.

— Let’s be real, kids would find a way around a ban through VPNs or other means anyway. We all figured out how to dodge the website blockers at school when we were 12. I doubt this would be any different.

While the fact that one of the killers watched gore on the dark web is indeed concerning, I really feel the spotlight is being shone on entirely the wrong issue here. Their conversations about the murder were all on social media and provided significant proof for the case. What kids need isn’t for adults to try to control them and read everything into their lives, it’s for adults to communicate with them and make them feel comfortable enough to talk to them when they have a problem. And that’s ignoring the, you know, whole transphobia thing.

(Sorry to write a dissertation in your inbox but despite my deepest sympathies and compassion for Esther seeing people put any stock into her awful, awful idea when that’s so clearly not the problem does quite frustrate me and I need everyone to know just how illogical it is)

I don’t need to add anything to that besides saying this line of argument is very similar to the people who campaign for an internet where no one can be anonymous, it puts so many additional people at risk.

Thanks for taking the time to share!

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gemini-sensei · 8 months

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Everything Has Changed | Cobra!Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Chubby!LaRusso!Reader

CW: teen pregnancy, angst, crying, kind of enemies to lovers.

Reader felt her heart leap into her throat as she stared down at the stupid plastic stick in her had. Pregnant.

"Fuck," she huffed and hit the wall with her fist out of frustration. "Dad is gonna freak the fuck out."

Her heart thumped hard in her chest as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. How one earth was she supposed to explain this to him or the rest of her family? What would she tell her friends? Her sister especially.

And of course the guy she slept with, multiple times after heated arguments and near spitting vile names at each other. How was she supposed to tell the most annoying, egotistical guy she knew that she was pregnant with his baby?

She didn't want to think about it but all the troubles invaded her mind anyway. With a huff and a deep breath, she harshly wiped away her tears and tossed the pregnancy test in the trash. However, when she looked in the bathroom mirror, she felt sick to her stomach.

Here she was, a LaRusso knocked up in high school...

"What the Hell am I going to do?"

As the days went by, Reader tried to act as if everything was fine. She went to school, did everything she had to, and made excuses as to why she couldn't go to karate afterward. She skipped going to the dojo, telling her dad and sister that she was hanging out with friends or needed to do homework. Before they could object, she slipped away and didn't let them get a word in.

It worked for a while but she knew that sooner or later, she was going to have to either get more creative in her excuses or tell them the truth. She really didn't want to do the latter, so she started making up all sorts of things to tell them. Her absences eventually reached her mother, who gently confronted her one night while doing the dishes after dinner.

"So, are you avoiding your father or are you just sick of karate?" she asked.

Reader scrubbed a plate and kept her head down. Another lie slipped past her lips with ease as she spoke. "I'm sick of it. I just didn't want to hurt Dad's feelings. You know how he gets."

Her mom let out a small laugh. "That I do. Well, I'll talk to him and make him ease up on ya. How does that sound?"

"Like a dream."

But the word didn't stop there. It traveled through the karate community and reached one mohawked menace's ears.

While walking to the library during one of her classes, Reader was suddenly grabbed by the elbow. She pulled her arm out of her unwanted company's hand and turned to him with a glare, staring Hawk down as he smirked. She spat, "What do you want?"

"Heard you were quitting Miyagi-Do," he said, an amusement in his tone. "Heard your dad's a pain in the ass, so I thought I'd come to extend an irrefutable offer to you."

"No dice," she said and put her head forward, continuing her walk. He annoyingly followed, so she continued. "Like Hell I'd even join that pitiful excuse you call a dojo. Besides, I didn't quit karate. I'm on a break."

"That's so lame," he huffed. She could practically hear the way he rolled his eyes. "Come on, you'll like it. It's a whole lot better than that lame Miyagi-Do crap you do."

"First of all, are you even listening to me? I said I'm taking a break," she said, not sparing him a glance. "Second of all, don't disrespect Mr. Miyagi like that. He shared his culture with my father and was like a grandfather to me. Just because you have a different way of doing karate doesn't make my way wrong."

"Jeez, chill out, LaRusso," he grunted. He glared at her, but there was a glint in his eyes. "What's got your mood so sour?"

She ignored him as she walked into the library, but it was futile as he followed behind her. She tried to walk faster than him, though unfortunately for her, she was tired and her body was a little sore. He caught up fast and stayed behind her as she browsed the shelves. However, she couldn't do that for long when he turned her around and pinned her against the bookcase, looking at her with that same glint in his eyes.

"Have I ever told you how you're kinda hot when you're pissed off?" he asked.

She looked at him, her breath caught in her throat. His hot breath fanned her face and made her knees weak, a fact she hated to admit to because he was so annoying. His bad-boy attitude was what both frustrated and attracted her to him, not that they'd ever discussed stupid things like feelings. They screwed around when things got tense; when their adrenaline was up from throwing insults at each other; when words escaped them and the only thing to do was smash their lips into each other and tear one another's clothes off.

But that couldn't happen this time, so she put her hands on his chest to prevent him from getting any closer. He gave her a weird look, almost offended.

"What? Tired of me too?" he asked.

"Grow up," she huffed and tried to shove him away, but he remained sturdy in his position.

He shook his head. "Be real with me, Reader. If you wanna me a bitch and go fuck someone else, then just tell me. There's plenty of other girls I could go to."

When she didn't say anything, he started to pull away. That was when she grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and pulled him back. He had to catch himself on the bookcase behind and he almost missed the words she hissed out.

"I'm pregnant, you fucking asshole."

He stared at her, holding himself over her, eyes slowly going wide as what she said set in. She watched the seething Cobra melt away, leaving behind a terrified teenage boy who was just as scared as the teenage girl in front of him. It broke her.

It broke her because if the all-mighty Hawk was scared, what did that mean?

She looked away from him as tears came to her eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ..."

Reader would have crumpled to the ground had he not been there to catch her. He held her up by her arms but unlike all the other times he held her, his grip wasn't rough or tight. It was firm and gentle.

"Are you fucking serious?" he asked dumbly.

She nodded, afraid to look at him as she quietly cried into her hand. She also didn't want to show him her tears, her weakness. It was too much to think about, stupidly so given the bombshell she'd just delivered to him. Why was she so concerned if he saw her cry? There were bigger fish to fry.

Then he did something unexpected. He hugged her.

His warmth suddenly became something different, something she never expected to feel from him. It wasn't lustful. It wasn't just body heat. It was comforting. So she buried her face in his chest and cried as quietly as she could, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him back.

Reader didn't know what he was thinking. She couldn't begin to imagine what was going through his head. Perhaps it was similar thoughts to what she had when she found out about the pregnancy, but unless she asked then she'd have no way of knowing. She didn't have it in her to ask at that moment though. All she could do was cry and he let her.

It wasn't as if Reader was new to keeping secrets from her family. She'd snuck out of the house numerous times without her parents knowing and she'd been fucking Hawk behind her sister's back. They were so wrapped up in their own problems that they didn't realize she was gone most of the time. However, hiding a pregnancy was a lot harder than anything else, mostly because it was frustrating.

The hardest night came when her dad made sushi for dinner.

Reader sat with her family as they enjoyed their meal and she sat quietly poking it with her chopsticks. It sucked not being able to eat a family favorite. She was starving and her parents had made the one thing she couldn't eat, not that they knew that.

"What's the matter, Reader?" her dad asked from his seat. He looked at her concerned, shifting his eyes between her and the plate in front of her. "You've hardly touched your food."

She felt a little tense. Everyone's eyes turned onto her and she hated it. She pushed her plate away and lied. "I'm not that hungry."

"You've hardly eaten today, you should really it," her mom said, pushing the plate back in front of her.

It was true, she hadn't eaten much, but that was because of the massive waves of nausea.

She pushed the plate away again and tried to ignore the way her stomach felt like it was going to eat itself. It was just her luck that on a night like this, her dad made sushi of all things. "Really, I'm not that hungry."

"Is something wrong?" her dad asked. It was the final straw on her already tense and hormonal back.

"I'm fine! God, why can't you guys just leave me alone?" she shouted, pushing herself away from the table and standing up. She stomped upstairs and slammed her bedroom door shut, tears pricking the corners of her eyes by the time she made it there. She loved the door to make sure no one followed her inside, knowing that was exactly what her dad or Sam would do.

She sat in bed for a while, waiting for the tears to stop, but they didn't. It was like a dam had burst from behind her eyes and now she couldn't make the tears stop. She did the only thing she could think of to do; she texted Hawk.

"So you haven't told your parents yet?" Hawk asked as he unwrapped a taco. He looked up at Reader as they sat in his cat. She was using the middle console as a little table as she poured sauce packets on her taco. He couldn't help watching her.

She felt his eyes on her and she didn't mind it so much as before. He'd been looking at her all night ever since he picked her up from her house. It somehow made her feel better, probably because he was the only person that knew what she was going through.

She looked up at him and shook her head. "No, my dad is gonna freak out and try to kill you when he finds out."

"I can handle myself," Hawk said, unafraid of Mr. LaRusso.

She hummed. "You won't say that when he's coming after you."

"I'm not scared of your dad, Reader."

"Yeah, okay," she said, then bit into her taco. Her cheeks were still stained with tear tracks but she didn't bother to clean them up. She was too tired and too hungry to be bothered with such a silly thing. So she decided to enjoy her tacos in silence.

Well, as much silence that could be achieved with the radio playing modern pop music. It was low and not really noticeable until the pair quieted down. That was how they sat for several minutes until they both finished their meal.

Reader disrupted the upbeat pop song playing by crinkling her taco wrappers and tossing them back into the bag from which they came. Hawk took the bag from her and hopped out of the car to walk it to the trashcan nearby. It allowed Reader to sit back and really look at the situation she'd gotten herself into; here she was with a student from the dojo her father hated, was bitter rivals with, eating tacos in a parking lot like it was a normal everyday thing to do. Oh, and she was pregnant with his baby, to top things off.

It was a hot mess and as she realized this, the storm of emotions reemerged. However, rather than let it get the best of her, Reader turned up the radio's volume and sang along to the Taylor Swift song that was playing.

When Hawk returned, he was met with the blasting volume and Reader singing at the top of her lungs. He slipped into the car, watching her carefully before turning the volume down a little bit.

"You okay?" he asked.

She looked at him, pausing her serenade. "I don't know."

"Why's that?"

"Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm pregnant in high school and my dad is gonna kill me when he finds out," she said, sighing heavily. Then she shook her head. "Well, no, that's not true. He'll kill you and I'll be unscathed except for the fact that I know he's gonna be majorly disappointed and somehow that's worse than him being mad enough to commit murder."

Hawk reached over to her and rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. He offered as much comfort as he could, being the boy who had knocked her up and had yet to tell his own parents. A part of him understood the immense amount of pressure she was under but only a small fraction of it because he wasn't the one that was pregnant. He was just the guy.

Still, he offered his support. "Hey, it's gonna be okay."

"It doesn't feel like it," she mumbled.

They sat in silence for another few minutes, aside from the radio. She put her hand on his, accepting his comforting gesture. It helped soothe her mind, let her forget about the troubles that she would have to face, and allowed her to push them away again. He reminded her that she wasn't totally alone in all of this, which was what she had expected to come after she told him she was pregnant.

After all, he was a total jerk. At least that was what she was led to believe. He was a part of Cobra Kai, the asshole assembly that terrorized her sister and friends on a near-daily basis.

However, as they sat in his car under the lights of streetlamps and the Taco Town neon sign, she didn't see a Cobra.

She saw the boy who was scared of everything, the one he tried to erase from everyone's memory. No matter how hard he tried, he now sat in front of her, hair down, closed off to the world, quiet. Deep in thought, he didn't say anything, and he looked like a brief memory more than a person. He looked like Hawk, but she remembered-

"Eli..."

He looked up at her, a little shocked to hear that name fall from her lips. She spoke it softly, testing the waters. However, unlike how he lashed out at Demetri for using that name, his eyes softened from their startled state and he met her eye.

"Yeah?"

"What are we gonna do?"

He licked his lips and croaked, "I don't know..."

It fell silent again. The radio played. She looked down at their hands and sighed, letting the question and answer go. She was too tired to think about it or try to figure things out.

Then the song changed. It was an Ed Sheeran love song. The air filled with soft melodies and sweet tones. Reader felt awkward as it came on and tried to pull her hand away but he held it firmly, making her look up. Her heartbeat picked up when their eyes met again. He drew closer and she felt a magnetic pull as the nerves faded away. Their lips brushed against each other gently at first, then fully came together in a soft, long kiss.

She slipped a hand into his hair and his other hand came up to hold her waist. Their joined hands stayed together and he squeezed her hand, leaning into her to deepen the kiss. She let out a small moan, melting into it. Something about it was better than any other kiss she'd ever had.

But she was scared to pull away. So when it ended, she sighed and didn't open her eyes. Softly, she asked, "This can't be fake."

He looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

She took a deep breath before she looked at him. "I mean, if you're feeling obligated to be with me... because of the baby..."

He stared at her, then cupped her face and brought her lips to his once more. "I'm only obligated to be here because this is my baby too, but that's not why I'm kissing you. Reader... I've always had feelings for you."

"You hated me a few months ago."

"Before any of that," he told her. She stared at him, questing in entirely. "I never hated you. I could never hate you, Reader LaRusso."

She licked her lips. "Before?"

He nodded. "Way before."

She smiled softly, assured that this wasn't just circumstantial. And she kissed him again.

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mellowsadistic · 3 months

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 7

Madelyn gasped as she felt her short hair tickling her neck as it began to lengthen, growing down past her shoulders, not stopping until it was halfway down her back. It lightened in colour as it grew, turning from its original black to a trashy shade of bleached platinum blonde. But Madelyn didn’t have time to mourn her sensible, gender-neutral hairstyle. Her childish clothes had suddenly vanished, leaving her totally naked, and she could feel a strange tingling in her breasts. She looked down at them and squealed in horror. They were expanding, her nearly flat chest ballooning outwards. She clutched at her boobs desperately, trying to stop them getting any bigger, but it was hopeless. They went from A-cup to B-cup, then C-cup, then D-cup, then double-Ds, growing larger and larger until the proud, dignified, man-hating feminist had an enormous pair of pornstar tits jutting out from her chest.

Struggling to see past her new breasts, Madelyn realised that all the hair on her body had vanished below the neck. The thatch of pubic hair she kept above her pussy, the symbol of her womanhood, had disappeared, leaving her bare as a little girl – like those traitorous patriarchal stooges who shaved away their maturity just to cater to men’s perverted tastes. She stared down at her new body in disgust. She looked like a total bimbo! And unless she won the competition, this was what she’d be stuck looking like forever. She thought about having to explain her ridiculous new stripper body to her fellow academics, and her thumb slipped anxiously back between her lips, which felt much fuller than before. Looking up, Madelyn saw her reflection in the large mirror that hung across one of the walls, and tears of anger and shame welled up in her eyes. Reflected back at her was a big-titted slut with a thumbsucking habit. She looked like everything she hated. An immature skank, at once childish and lewd. A total disgrace to women everywhere.

Abby, Becky, and Katherine looked at Madelyn with queasy expressions on their faces. On one level they thought she’d gotten off lightly – at least there was nothing overtly babyish about her new appearance – but on the other hand they knew her whorish look had been chosen by the Magician precisely because it was one that she would detest, and that thought gave them no comfort at all.

“Do you like your new look, Maddy?” the Magician asked.

Madelyn had never hated his smirk more than she did at that moment. “I wook wike a bimbo!” she shrieked. She’d yanked her thumb out of her mouth to speak, but her new plumped-up lips were enough on their own to make a mockery of her once-confident, commanding voice. She felt sick. Her mouth definitely wasn’t meant for talking anymore. DSLs, Madelyn thought in revulsion. She had dick-sucking lips. But if her lips had been enlarged, it was nothing compared to what the Magician had done to her breasts. She cupped them in her hands, feeling their weight in disbelief. Jugs. The word came into her head unbidden. She had jugs. Knockers. Melons.

“I forgot, you don’t approve of large breasts, do you Maddy?” the Magician mocked. He conjured an academic-looking paper from nowhere and opened it. Madelyn recognised it as one of the feminist journals she occasionally wrote for. “Where was it… Ah, here we are. ‘Women who fill their bodies with silicone and inflate their breasts for the sole purpose of making themselves more appealing to the male gaze are the very worst among women. They reduce themselves to objects, livestock with ridiculous, oversized udders, making a mockery not just of themselves, but of every other woman whose reputation is damaged as a result.’” The Magician looked up from the article, grinning. “How does it feel, Maddy?” he asked. “To have a pair of udders of your own?”

Madelyn glared at him furiously, but with her bimbo-blonde hair framing her face and her pouty lips wrapped around her thumb, her scowl just looked adorable – and the tears glittering in her eyes didn’t help. They threatened to spill down her cheeks, but Madelyn was desperate not to cry. She was determined not to degrade herself even further by bawling like a baby, no matter what the Magician did to her.

“Poor little thing,” the Magician cooed. “What’s the matter, honey? There’s no need to look so upset. I’m sure you’re worried that none of your ugly old pantsuits and mannish clothes will fit over your new figure, isn’t that right? Well don’t worry. I’ve taken the liberty of supplying you with a whole new wardrobe of appropriate outfits! Why don’t we get you dressed, cutiepie? You’re a gorgeous girl, Maddy, but you can’t go running around in your birthday suit all day. We’ll soon have you looking pretty as a princess!” He snapped his fingers, and Madelyn felt clothes reappear on her body at once.

She looked at herself in the mirror again and let out another squeal of dismay. Framing her face and her newly bleached blonde head was a pale pink baby bonnet, trimmed in white lace at the edges, much like the one that Katherine had chosen to wear for the challenge. She was also wearing a pastel pink frock, so puffy and frilly that it might have made her look like a two-year-old on the way to visit her grandma if it wasn’t for the fact that the outline of her enormous tits were clearly visible beneath it, her nipples poking out obscenely. The hem of her childish dress ended halfway down her perky, plumped-up rear, leaving the bulky adult nappy she was now wearing almost completely exposed. It bulged around her bottom and between her thighs, pushing her slender legs apart and contrasting ridiculously with her new ultrafeminine body. She also wore a pair of thigh-high white socks with pink bows on the top, and on her feet were two black, silver-buckled Mary-Janes. With her thumb planted in her mouth to complete the image, Madelyn looked utterly ridiculous. Staring back at her in the mirror, wide-eyed and horrified, was a voluptuous woman’s body crammed into the most babyish clothes she could possibly imagine.

Abby had to stifle a laugh, and Katherine allowed herself a smirk – she’d disliked Madelyn’s superior attitude, and obvious disdain for her profession as a model, right from the start, and as far as she was concerned, the stupid woman was getting exactly what was coming to her.

Upon seeing her new outfit, Madelyn instinctively took a step backwards, and as she did so her nipples brushed against the material of her frock dress. Immediately, a rush of pleasure pulsed through her tits, sending a delightful tingle straight down her spine and into her pussy. She had to suck hard on her thumb to supress a moan, and her pussy started getting wet inside her nappy. After the feeling passed, she looked up at the Magician in shock.

“Have you noticed how sensitive your new boobies are, baby?” he asked, chuckling. “You were so austere and sexless before, but I think keeping you constantly horny will improve your attitude towards men, don’t you think?”

Madelyn could only whine her displeasure, struggling to keep her mind clear as every slight movement she made caused her boobs to rub against the fabric of her clothes and send another bolt of ecstasy coursing through her body. She shook her head and tried to focus. She had other things to worry about. She clutched at the bulky white diaper between her legs with a fearful expression on her face. Had she been made incontinent too?!

“Don’t worry, little Maddy, you’ve still got your potty training,” the Magician soothed her, correctly interpreting her look of terror. “But I thought putting you in nappies would help prevent that naughty little no-no spot of yours leaving icky wet spots everywhere. I know how much all this is turning you on.”

Madelyn’s self-control failed. Hot tears ran down her cheeks, and she started to sniffle. She looked over at Abby, Becky, and Katherine, and seeing the looks of mingled pity and contempt on their faces, she burst into tears. She was supposed to be the one who was always in control! The tough, self-possessed woman who’d lead them out of this mess! And now she was just some stupid bimbo baby! She bawled like a little girl, destroying whatever was left of her reputation among the others.

“Awww,” the Magician cooed condescendingly. “There, there, baby.” He pulled Madelyn’s bombshell body in for a cuddle, one hand rubbing her back, the other patting her padded bottom. “It’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

Madelyn sobbed into his chest. She wanted to shove him away, to spit in the face of this evil, tyrannical patriarch… but she was too overwhelmed by her emotions, and too scared of what else he might do to her.

“Abby, Katherine, the two of you can go back to your rooms and change if you like,” the Magician said. “We’ll be meeting back in the dining room for lunch and the second vote. Becky, you’d better stay here so I can change that stinky little bottom of yours. And I think baby Maddy could do with a bit more cuddling before I send her off too.”

Madelyn continued to cry. Becky blushed, but she was pleased she’d finally be getting out of the disgusting diaper that was now hanging off her hips. Abby and Katherine hurried out of the hall and back towards their rooms – they didn’t talk all the way, still angry at each other from their last encounter alone. Katherine wrinkled her nose pointedly at the soaking wet skirt and underwear Abby was wearing, and Abby shot her a nasty look before entering her room.

Once she was inside, Abby immediately stripped off her soggy skirt and peeled her pissy underwear down her legs. She was relieved that she hadn’t lost and ended up like Madelyn, stuck looking like some ridiculous adult baby pornstar, but still… she’d come second to last again. How much longer could she keep this up? It would only take one mistake for her life to be permanently altered. She changed back into adult clothes – it seemed as though the Magician had transported her entire wardrobe from home to this room – and lay down on the bed, trying to get the imagine of the once-confident Madelyn sobbing like a babified barbie-doll out of her mind.

Sometime later, Abby left her room and headed for the dining room for lunch. The other three girls were already there – Katherine looking snooty, Becky looking embarrassed but pleased to be out of her filthy nappy at last (though the outline of her fresh one was visible under her jeans), and Madelyn sucking her thumb, teary-eyed and big-titted, looking like a mallrat bimbo who’d raided a store full of toddler clothes. The Magician was sat at the head of the table again, tucking into a steak.

Abby took a seat and helped herself to food. None of them talked, just like every other meal they’d had so far. On the one hand, they were all in this together, innocents stolen away by the Magician for his sick game, but on the other hand they all knew that only one of them could win his insane competition and avoid a terrible fate. It was hard to feel a sense of camaraderie with people they’d have to vote out, writing down their names and condemning them to a lifetime of diapers or spankings or whatever other twisted fantasies the Magician had in mind for them.

Once they were all finished with their food, the Magician got to his feet, smiling down at all of them with that horrible sparkling light in his dark eyes. “Well girls,” he said, “you know the drill.” He waved his hand and their plates vanished, to be replaced by the ballot box. “I’ll give you a few moments to talk among yourselves.” He vanished.

Abby knew she had to move quickly. Katherine would almost certainly vote for her this round, so she had to make sure neither of the others would too. She hurried over to Becky and whispered, “How about we both vote for Katherine? She’s such a stuck-up bitch! You’ve seen the way she looks at us, haven’t you? Like we’re something disgusting.”

Becky looked pathetically hopeful. “You don’t think I’m disgusting?” she asked meekly.

Abby had to stop herself laughing. Of course she thought Becky was disgusting! Who wouldn’t? She was a grown woman who still pooped her pants for God’s sake! Abby had had to put up with her stinking up every room she was in for just one day and she already wanted her kicked out of the competition – but saving her own neck took precedence at the moment, and years of cheating on her boyfriends had made her an excellent liar. “Of course not!” she said earnestly. “This isn’t your fault, Becky. It’s the Magician and his sick games. You can’t help what he’s turned you into. But Katherine doesn’t understand that. Personally, I think she deserves whatever the Magician decides to do to her.”

“What are you two talking about?” Katherine interrupted angrily, toddling over to them.

Madelyn followed, not wanting to be left out, but just the walk around the dining table was enough to leave her a wet, squirming mess. Her boobs jiggled near-constantly, and the tingling pleasure that began in her oversensitive nipples rushed straight to her twat. She gasped and moaned behind her thumb, blushing furiously.

“None of your business,” Abby told her. She turned to Madelyn. “I think we should vote for Katherine. We need to start thinking about how to get out of this mess, and we need someone like you to help with that, Miss Smith. But we don’t need her.”

Madelyn barely heard her. She was sucking her thumb enthusiastically and fighting the urge to shove one of her hands down the front of her nappy and start playing with herself. But she understood enough of what Abby had said to get the message. She looked at Katherine appraisingly.

Katherine glared back. “You’ve got to be joking. Abby is clearly the one we need to vote out! She’s a nasty, manipulative little brat. Only someone totally stupid would fall for her tricks.”

Abby opened her mouth furiously, but before any of them could say any more, the Magician reappeared in their midst, making them jump.

“It’s time, girls,” he grinned. “I hope you’re ready.” He handed a piece of paper and a crayon to each other them, and they moved away from each other to lean over the table and write down a name.

The Magician collected them up when they were done, and looked down at them. He laughed. “Three to one!” he said happily. “Oh dear! Someone’s not very popular, I see.”

Katherine’s superior look faltered slightly. She hadn’t lost. The other two must have voted for Abby as well. She was going to win the competition and wish herself back to normal, in addition to whatever else she wanted. She wasn’t going to spend the rest of her life waddling about like a stupid toddler. She couldn’t.

Then the Magician’s gaze fell upon her. “It looks like it’s bye-bye for little Katie,” he cooed mockingly.

Abby grinned almost as broadly as the Magician.

“No,” said Katherine, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. “NO!” She backed away as the Magician advanced on her, but she lost her balance and fell hard on her bottom.

The Magician stood over her with an evil look in his eyes. “I know the perfect penalty for you, young lady,” he said. “All that status as a model has gone straight to your head, you see. I think your fellow contestants got a sense of why you have a reputation as the most bitchy and entitled girl in the whole modelling industry, and they only got to know you for a day! But fortunately for everyone else, those days are over. The catwalk isn’t the right place for a silly little girl, Katie.” The Magician grinned sadistically. “Especially not one who can’t even dress herself!”

Katherine looked petrified. With a wave of the Magician’s hand, the elegant dress that she’d changed into after that day’s challenge vanished, to be replaced by a silly, frilly baby frock, just like the one Madelyn’s stripper body was crammed into, only pure white instead of pink. Her silk stockings and expensive heels disappeared too, replaced by ruffled socks and trainers with Velcro straps. A lacy bonnet soon framed her face, the same one she’d worn earlier that day, and an enormous baby bib came into being to tie itself around her neck. Emblazoned on the front was a cartoonish depiction of Katherine’s own face, grinning stupidly and covered in baby food, above a caption that read “Messy Little Girl”. A pacifier on the end of a cord appeared out of nowhere, clipping itself to the front of her frock in case any adults needed to soothe the fussy, overgrown baby it belonged to. Finally, her underwear began to thicken, her lacey lingerie expanding between her legs and turning white.

Katherine stared down at her new clothes, appalled. She looked absolutely ludicrous! Even worse than when she’d dressed up for the second challenge! She lifted up the hem of her toddler dress and screamed when she saw the bulky disposable diaper taped around her waist. She immediately started clawing at it, desperate to rip it off and fling it away, but the moment her fingers made contact with her nappy, they become weak and uncoordinated, and all she could do was pat feebly at the puffy white padding.

“I can’t get it off!” Katherine shrieked, panicking and starting to hyperventilate.

“Of course you can’t, sweetie,” said the Magician. “Weren’t you listening to what I said? You can’t dress yourself anymore. I’ve taken that privilege away from you permanently. Other people will decide what you wear from now on. Maybe that will teach you a little bit of humility.”

Katherine started screaming madly.

“Time for you to head home, little one!” the Magician said happily, his voice raised over the din. “I’ll leave you to your family to look after. I hear you have a sister who you’ve been very rude to for years. I’m sure she’ll take good care of you! Bye-bye, baby!”

And with a snap of his fingers, the fashion model turned screeching baby-woman disappeared off to her new life, leaving the other three ladies staring at the place where she’d vanished, her screams still echoing in their ears.

#mellowsadistic

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stew

The sad part of it is really that it takes Nile two months to realise she’s never seen Andy cook.

“Wait,” she says, “what do you mean she’s not allowed to cook?”

Andy just shrugs, perfectly unhelpful as she loves to be. The Andy sitting across the kitchen table from Nile is a far cry from the woman who shot her in Afghanistan, and not just because she’s now mortal and prone to problems like hangovers that last and back pain. More importantly: she looks less tired, somehow, hasn’t made fun of Nile about her Cross again, and gets a sick sort of satisfaction from watching Nile flounder over the important things, like which famous historical figures her new friends-slash-family-slash-anti-dying-club had slept with or the weird set of unspoken rules and laws and tripwires they all have built in that everyone else can see and Nile can’t. Yet.

“It means Andromache has been banned from our kitchens,” Nicky says coolly. Joe raises his brows, probably at the full name, but he’s grinning.

Nile ignores him, because he’s an instigator, and says, “Why not? Andy, what’d you do?”

“Who said I did anything?”

Nile narrows her eyes at her. That tone of voice elicits many things: trust is not one of them. Joe outright snickers.

Nicky says, voice low, “You know what you did.”

Joe mouths, “She does,” and then says out loud, “It’s not so bad, Nile. Nicky’s banned from football. And I’m not allowed to do any plumbing.” He says this like it’s a bad thing.

Nile suspects that they’ve also put an unspoken ban up against her audiobooks. Every time she puts one on doing her laundry, somebody comes up to speak with her, until she’s forgotten all about it. She also keeps losing the old iPod she found with the books on it, and whenever she finds it, it needs to be charged.

It’s ridiculous is what it is. She says so. “Andy is four thousand years old.” Andy raises her brows but doesn't comment one way or the other. Joe makes a so-so face, which really just means Nile’s wrong. She soldiers on. “I don’t care how bad she is, she should be able to cook!”

Andy shrugs around her bowl. “I can cook.”

“We’re all adults. We should have a roster. It’s not fair that it’s just Joe and Nicky.” Of them, Nile herself is probably the weakest: she can make a few comfort foods, but she’s never mastered the art. She’d like to, though. Part of it is wanting to hold onto the food she remembers before she can’t get it anymore and she’s forgotten, and part of it is that it’s just practical. But left to her own devices, she just eats whatever’s there. A roster will help.

And it wouldn’t feel right to leave Andy off it. Nile tells herself this is about fairness and house chores and not about the strange panic that takes over her whenever she imagines never eating her mom’s good again and then remembers that (a) Andy looks like she's maybe five years younger than her mom, and (b) she, too, is mortal. Which is dumb. It’s not like she thinks of Andy as anything like her mother. If anything she’s the bad influence friend everyone’s mom warns them about, but who everyone wants to—

Anyway.

“I don’t mind,” Andy says. Nile turns to Nicky.

Nicky says, “If you wish,” and then looks at Joe like he’s expecting Joe to speak up on his behalf.

Joe grins. “I have no objections.”

Andy’s turn on the roster comes up two days later. She spends the morning out of the house and comes back with two bags full of groceries. When Nile goes to help her with it, bewildered, it turns out one of the bags is half filled with low shelf life candy, and that Andy doesn’t need help, though she looks amused that Nile would offer.

Then she gets to it. She’s not what Nile was expecting, which was someone a little unsure of herself in the kitchen. She chops fluidly and fast, as good with a knife on meat and veg as she would be with it as a weapon, and she moves like she knows what she's doing.

But what she’s doing is—strange. At first glance, the dish is beef, with thick chunks of meat cooking in enough oil to thrill her grandma. But then she throws chunks of apple in alongside the potato. As it cooks, she starts rolling out some dough, with more eggs than make sense. Pie, Nile thinks, even if it's not a pie she knows of, but she rolls it out by hand into sheets of pasta, all while stirring the beef concoction. A bar of the dark chocolate she's munching on goes into the pot, followed by a concerning quantity of nuts. When she grabs an orange, Nile thinks it's for a snack, but she peels the whole rind into a neat spiral and tosses the rind into the pot before offering Nile a slice. When the pasta is cut, she just—starts flipping the sheets into the pot.

Nicky looks into the kitchen as he passes by and starts muttering to himself in Italian. When he opens his mouth, Andy only says, “If you’d rather do it yourself,” and Nicky walks away.

Oh, Nile thinks. “You won’t get out of the roster just by making bad food, you know,” she says, though she suspects she probably will. If it's terrible, she figures she’ll get takeout. She already saw Joe surreptitiously hide a bag of something in the back of the fridge. She hopes he got enough for her.

Andy only winks at her. Nile sits down.

In go raisins, cashew nuts, sticks of cinnamon, the stalk of some plant she doesn't even recognise, more garlic than even Nicky uses, and a whole tablespoon of turmeric. Then come the chillies: long, with the heads sliced off, thrown in whole. When the room starts smelling like heat, she cools it with cups of milk. More vegetables follow: large chunks of carrot and beet, strips of cabbage and slices of—ugh—eggplant go in along with a store-bought sauce she can't read the label of, spoons of cream, a quarter of a bottle of alcohol she's pretty sure isn't meant to be used to cook with, and—somehow—even more chocolate, and some of her favourite morning cereal.

This is the point at which Nile decides to stop watching. It feels a little like tearing herself away from a car crash, but she makes herself go look for her iPod. She finds it between two cushions of the sofa twenty minutes later, at 3%.

Andy calls Nile in to help carry the food out when she's done, half an hour later. Nile’s a little bit afraid of the monster she's created as she looks into the pot. It looks less than appetising, a deep brown that looks thick and has things floating in it and cheese melting on top. On the sides of the pot, she can see bright red oil floating in place.

When she carries it out, her iPod is already gone from where it was charging by the kitchen table. Nile glares at Joe and Nicky, who look back innocently (Joe) and distractedly upset (Nicky). It has to be Joe, she figures.

Andy serves them the frankenstew in deep bowls with toasted slices of Nicky’s last sourdough next to it. With no ceremony at all, she grins and says, “Dig in.”

Then, without waiting for the rest of them, she starts eating.

A little relieved that Andy isn’t going to leave them to eat it alone, Nile takes a small, tentative bite.

The dish is—not bad. She takes another bite, and then another.

The stew is delicious. Nile can feel her arteries clogging with every bite, immortality or no immortality, but she thinks she doesn't even care. It's hot enough to leave her tongue prickling after just a couple of bites, but she wants to keep eating it. It's sweet and salty and sour; the meat falls apart in her mouth but the nuts crunch. The pasta is not really pasta at all, thicker and softer and melting in her mouth like soft bread. The broth is creamy and thick, and none of the vegetables are too mushy or draw too much attention to themselves. It's the best thing she's ever eaten, she thinks. She never wants to eat anything else again.

When she looks up, she must look a little guilty, because Joe pats her arm comfortingly. “I know,” he says.

Andy hums around a mouthful and says, slowly, “It’s not as good as I remember it.”

Nicky looks despairing. He’s staring into the bowl like it insulted his mother. Maybe it has. “That’s what you said last time,” he says.

Nile considers things like nostalgia and pride and cholesterol and having more of the pot for herself, and slides Andy’s half-full bowl towards herself. “You’re off the roster, Andy. And you’re banned from cooking again,” she says authoritatively.

“I thought making bad food wouldn’t get me off the roster?”

Nile nods. This is worse.

Joe grins, ducks into the kitchen, and comes back with the box he had hidden in the fridge, which now that Nile looks closely says Andy Dinner. Andy laughs at her as she eats it.

Nile decides to stop looking for her iPod.

#the old guard #tog fanfiction #mine.#minefic #nile freeman #andromache #i like this one. idk if the characters feel Quite right. but this particular evening i dont care if they dont

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MHA chapter 416 (rambles)

Ok so this was like mainly a conclusion chapter for many characters and I guess I like that we are getting clarity on what's going on with some of the characters.

This chapter definitely gives me some very mixed feelings I feel like it's one of the best chapters horikoshi has produced in a long time if we exclude whatever is going on with Izuku and shigaraki.

There are still some things I definitely do dislike in this chapter which are:

The overall dismissal of izuku in general by other characters. Like no offense but I feel like we should of seen more people being worried for izuku instead of dismissing their worry and being like oh Iam not putting my faith in him or something because what do you mean you're not worrying for a 16 year old who has to fight an insane psychopath killer?!?? I still hate how momo dismissed this like wasn't 1A's whole objective when it came to getting Izuku back in the vigilante arc was because they were worried and scared for him?!?!? What happend now it makes no sense?!?!? Also i still hate momos atrocious hero costume

Ochako and Toga's character conclusions?!?! Like excuse me what's going on where is toga how is she not in the picture at all if the whole point was that she sacrificed herself for ochako and layed their dying next to her now she is nowhere to be?!?! People just accept it and are like oh well she has been defeated no need to worry but you do realise that she can probably cause damage if she wanted to right?!?? Also Ausi deserves better because what's going on with her she was so out of place and somewhat irrelevant when it came to this arc like seriously hori did her dirty. Also who is next to ochako in that plane ?!?! Am I speaking to early and that could be toga or someone else

Monoma deserved better. Oh did monoma deserve more screentime to shine and actually do more instead he got injured and knocked out offscreen which is such a shame. I really wanted to see more of him

Lady nagant's take on izuku?!?? No offense but Iam sick and tired of characters having some wild takes of izuku. One minute it's oh he sees the good in everyone and he is a saint to the next which is oh he is a puppet who follows instructions to a letter and does more than he should. I still don't like kudo and his views whenever it concerns midoriya it seriously infuriates me. However, now that kudo is gone guess it's lady nagant's turn to take some of the role because hey is she saying that his pain is a good thing and that izuku has a morally grey view of villains which I cannot lie hasn't been proven at all. Don't get me wrong I love that idea but I think like everything in MHA it just has a horrible execution and I can't bring myself to like it. Lady nagant deserves better characterisation then this

This chapter was a 50/50 when it came to the character if Eri. I absolutely adored her interaction with Kota and I find them absolutely adorable also at least ectoplasm is doing something and didn't let the girl run into the battlefield which is good enough (bare minimum). However, it still feels all icky that the heroes used her or well tried to utilise her anyway even if it's with good intentions or whatever the fact that they tried to make her heal aizawa but she lacked energy so she couldn't or whatever. Her lacking energy also feels like somewhat of a horribly introduced plot point because wasn't the whole problem she had when she came to UA was that she had a lot of her quirk built up and shouldn't the power in her horn be enough rewind aizawa into a week back in time like ?!?!! She couldn't be lacking that much energy it makes absolutely no sense to me. Also dam it's sad that Eri is out here being the only one worrying for izuku. They deserve better

Hawks and tokoyami. They deserve their win section I love them and their dynamic just wish the series could of given us more when it came to them seriously the wasted potential the wasted dynamic and tensions get me

The ending of the chapter?!?! Why is izuku in his uniform what happend?!?! I still don't get how they're merging into one person or one entity with different and same memories. Also why is this all about shigaraki like they're sharing memories so why aren't we seeing Izuku's memories this feels iffy to me. The dfo truthers have risen but tbh I don't see how this can benefit izuku in anyway and why does izuku have to watch the shimura family murder. Also if izuku is in his uniform does that mean he has become part of the memory did they do some space jumbo thing where they time travel and now they're changing fate and reality or some shenanigans like that?!??? The kotaro and tenko parallel hit tho that was good but other than that this whole Izuku's Nd shigaraki fight falls flat it's really such a disappointment and disaster to me.

I LOVE THE CONTRAST BETWEEN THESE TWO IZUKU'S. I also adore his relationship with eri I wish we got more of them!!!

#mha critical #bnha critical #mha #hori is a bad writer #horikoshi critical #izuku deserves better #bhna critical #bnha #midoriya izuku #shigaraki deserves better #shigaraki tomura #mha 416 #bnha 416

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Time Traveller

Summary: a short on how Y/n travels back in time and meets her younger husband.

Ominis Gaunt x reader

Ominis would typically wish that he was anywhere else but here.

Tonight, however, is different. Tonight the Gaunt family is joined at the diner table by a special guest, who just so happens to be a ‘distant’ relative from the future. When she first step through the manor, she had explained she is a Gaunt by marriage only to non-other than Ominis himself. He found it incredibly difficult to fathom such a concept.

Yet here we are.

Sitting next to her, he can smell a faint whiff of her intoxicating perfume. One cannot possibly smell this delightful.

She is obviously not capable of maintaining a refined composure as she continues to fidget in her seat as she fiddles with the objects around her. She often starts rattling off random pieces of small talk to fill the awkward silence which she is clearly not use to.

Ominis can sense his mothers growing irritations with the woman’s insistent restlessness. Afraid of the poor woman was about to suffer his mothers wrath. He reaches his hand out, placing a firm palm on her arm. He was about to gently tell her to ease up. Only she quickly shuts her mouth after muttering her apologies.

This takes Ominis aback. How had she known what he was about to say?

Regardless, Ominis mother makes an excuse and departs the dining table that evening along with his father.

Bored Marvolo bids a good evening, retiring to his room leaving Ominis and Y/n alone at the dinner table together.

“I’m sorry- I’m just not use to this level of quite.” She says leaning towards the milky eyed boy. A small smile crosses his face. “You know how it is… we’ll actually I suppose you don’t yet.” She heaves a heavy as leans in bonking her head into his shoulder. “Dear Merlin- I miss you so much. It’s odd isn’t it? Missing you and yet you’re next to me.”

“I suppose we have a loving marriage then?” He asks with amusement.

“Oh wow… if you knew what you’re like in future… you’d understand why that question is so funny.” A small laugh escapes him, finding great difficulty in imagining himself in a love sick state.

Ominis sits back in his seat, unable to comprehend a happy life. For such a long time, Ominis had come to terms with the cards life had dealt him. He was incredibly glad to hear that life does get better. “Please… I know you cannot overshare but please, tell me if I am happy… truely happy?”

The woman snakes her comforting arms around his shoulders and brings him into a tender hold against her chest. He was about to protest at her intrusive hold until he was cut off as she hushes his thoughts and pats loving strokes down his head. “This is how I hold our children when they’re upset or sick. Sometimes this is how I hold you at night when you had a bad day at work.” A blush of embarrassment crossed his cheeks. Surely, he doesn’t have his wife hold him in such a childish manner. Turning her head she places a chaste kiss on his temple the way mothers do when leaving their children on platform 9 3/4.

She’s so loving, so maternal, so safe. Ominis feels utterly safe in her arms. Merlin- he never wants her to let go of him, but she does release him from her grasp.

Her touch recedes leaving him desperate for her hold once again.

“Ominis my love?” She calls for his attention cupping his jaw. “I am filled with such sorrow, seeing how your life was. Just remember it won’t be long.” She stands pulling away from Ominis. His skin feels cold at her absence.

A colourful swirl opens up in the living room, a portal opens calling for the woman to return. “Wait! Tell me how I win your heart.” Ominis asked with slight desperation filling his voice.

A soft giggles escapes her lips. “The very first moment I beheld you, my heart was irrevocably gone.”

She steps through the swirl and was surrounded by darkness, she continues her journey in the aimless direction until a hazy imagine appears becoming more discernible with each step.

A man stands before her, his arms held open, patiently waiting for her to return into his embrace. Ramming into the man, she holds him in great desperation. “Offt!” He grunts at the force of her embrace. “You were only gone a day my love.” Ominis coos running his fingers through her rich hair.

J“A day too long.” She whispers as she buries her face into his shirt.

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much ado about nothing chapter 4 - plug!eren x reader, 18+!!!

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. minors and ageless blogs, please do not read below the cut.

hiiiii again!! here to update you on our lovely reader and her darling eren. now that they've finally done the deed, where does it leave them? will the one night only rule stand? time to learn a little more about our eren...i hope you guys love it so much, i had to play around a LOT with this one to get everything set up for the next chapter. pay attention because every detail counts!!

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chapter-specific cws: alcohol, swearing, mentions of smut but no actual smut, crying in the club

“If it proves so, then loving goes by haps; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.” Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare (Act III, Scene 2)

“I was worried sick! Sick!” Historia cries as you enter your apartment, still wearing Eren’s obnoxious Grill Dad t-shirt. “You never texted me, never told me you were staying over, and…what is that shirt? Ew.”

“It’s what I woke up in. Tragic, I know.” Not a complete lie, if you ignore the part where Eren ripped it off of you immediately upon waking, pulling you into his lap to ride him for the umpteenth time.

“Woke up in? It’s four in the afternoon. Did you forget we have plans with Sasha?”

You nearly smack your forehead– you do have plans, it’s Saturday night, which means you're due at Scout’s. “Shit, yeah, I did forget.”

“Get ready then,” Historia gives you a knowing once-over, “you look like you’ve been hit by a truck.”

“Quit flirting with me.”

You drag your tired heap of a body into the shower, wanting nothing more than to lay in your bed for all eternity and kick your feet like a schoolgirl, thinking about last night. You and Eren had stayed up all night. Making burgers on the back porch in your matching t-shirts and underwear had turned into him bending you over the kitchen counter, grading your quizzes had turned into a competition of who could hold out the longest with the other’s head between their legs, the shower had turned into you on your knees, swallowing him down your sore throat. You had talked about everything and nothing until you passed out, wrapped in each other, and woke up only to do the same thing all over again.

Historia is absolutely correct. You do look like you’ve been hit by a truck, and you feel like it too. Your cunt throbs between your legs, fucked raw time and time again, and bruises litter your skin, from your hips to your arms to your collarbones, gifted to you by Eren’s mouth and hands. Your fingers trace absentmindedly along a particularly nasty one on your shoulder, and you shudder.

The hot water feels godsent against your skin until you hear the door creak open. You roll your eyes, brace yourself for the interrogation.

“So?” Historia calls over the water.

“So?”

“Don’t be stupid. How was it?”

“Can it wait for Scout’s? I’m going to have to say it all over again to Sasha, anyway.” You’re playing coy; really, you could talk about your night for hours. How he held you, how all the rumors were true, how cute he looked grilling for you. Hours.

“Fine,” Historia sighs dramatically, “most of it can. At least tell me if the rumors are true or not. I’ve literally been dying to know, and Ymir won’t hypothesize with me.”

You poke your head out through the curtain, grinning like a maniac. “It’s huge.”

“Like, objectively huge?”

“Like, bigger-than-I’ve-ever-seen-outside-of-porn huge.”

“So it was good?” Historia returns your half-crazed smile, only making your own grow.

“So good.”

“Aaah!” Historia squeals, reaching through the curtain to grab your hand excitedly. “I literally have to hear everything. Every. Single. Thing. Hurry up and get ready, Sasha’s off at 5:30.”

You do hurry, flying out the door with wet hair, nothing more than a tinted moisturizer on your face and Historia on your arm, skipping and giggling the whole way to Scout’s like schoolgirls. Sasha greets you with stale peanuts and a round of drinks, something fruity and horrible like most of Sasha’s choices, but you’re too excited to comment on it, settling on your stool with a long sip. Just as you’re about to bring up your night, the details fizzing on your tongue like sweet champagne, Sasha leans over Historia to grin at you.

“Guess who got laid last night?” Sasha crows, pointing her fingers at herself. Historia and you both glance at each other, frowning in confusion.

“Wait, what? Who did you hook up with?” Historia tilts her head.

Sasha bites her lips and wiggles her eyebrows. “Hitch. Didn’t you two meet her at Eren’s? She’s like, so gorgeous.”

“What?” You and Historia shriek simultaneously, drinks forgotten.

“You didn’t even tell us–”

“When did you get her number–”

“She’s a lesb–”

“Okay, okay, chill,” Sasha laughs, holding her hands out in front of her, “I got her number the other day from Connie, and yes, she’s bi. Huge win for the gays, if you ask me.”

“Is it anything? Or just, like, a one-night stand?” You venture, voicing your own concern without realizing it. Sasha swats her hand through the air.

“One night for sure,” she says, “you know me, I’m like a tumbleweed. Just blowing on through, and onto the next.”

You visibly flinch. Just blowing on through, and onto the next. That was what you were doing, right? And Eren, too. You slurp the rest of your fruity drink down, flagging Levi over for a beer more to your taste. Historia’s got a pair of pitying eyes trained on you– fuck, it’s annoying how she can practically read your mind– but you don’t care. Drowning your sorrows before they can begin is a perfectly acceptable option in your mind.

“Um…I know someone else that got laid last night,” Historia ventures, smiling encouragingly at you.

“Finally!” Sasha pumps her fist obnoxiously. “Eren?”

Your face warms. “Yeah.”

“How was it?” Sasha’s practically squealing, ignoring the side eye that the Captain shoots her. “Is it really that big?”

“Um,” you hesitate, suddenly feeling bashful.

“Yes,” Historia’s eyes sparkle, “tell her!”

“Well,” your smile grows a little with her encouragement, “the rumors are true. It’s huge, and he was like–”

“I knew it!” Sasha jeers. Levi walks over, shooting her a glare.

“Be quiet,” you push her lightly, “I was saying, he was like, the best fuck I’ve ever had, hands down. I mean, literally all night and all morning. Oh, and it was so embarrassing, when he was cooking breakfast–”

Sasha interrupts you with a frown. “Breakfast? You slept over?”

You return her knitted-brow expression. “Well, yeah. Is something wrong with that?”

“No, it’s just weird,” Sasha mulls her words over before spilling, “Hitch and I got to gossiping, and he just…well, I don’t want to kill your vibe, but from everything Hitch said, he seems like a one-and-done kind of guy.”

“It’s still just a one night stand. I don’t think it matters all that much that I slept over.” You shrug, ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach. That was what you had agreed upon with yourself, one and done, and it should be music to your ears that Eren’s to eventually fade out of your life now that you’ve gotten the sex out of the way, but it’s just not relieving you like it should.

“And he made you breakfast?”

“Well, he tried. We sort of got…occupied and burnt everything,” you flush, “but he did make some kickass burgers the night before, so no harm no foul.”

Sasha and Historia exchange a look, one you don’t understand, and one you’re not sure you want to pick apart.

“I mean, knowing Eren, that’s crazy. When he was hooking up with Amy back in the day, he would like, summon her in the middle of the night and call her Uber home before she could even get her panties back on,” Sasha laughs to herself, seemingly unaware of the stunned expression all over your face.

You know his history, and yet it still surprises you that the Eren with the silly t-shirts, the Eren that had insisted on grading your students’ quizzes with a pink glitter pen, the Eren that had debated anime lore with you until the wee hours of the morning was the same Eren that Sasha was describing.

“To be fair, he’s only like that because of Breeze,” Historia points out, “he’s not a total asshole.”

“Breeze?” You ran through the mental list of people you knew that were associated with Eren, but you had never heard a Breeze in the mix. You hated her name already, so manic-pixie-dream-girl that your brain was already doing you the favor of painting a picture of her. Beautiful, artsy, effortlessly cool. Blech.

“His ex,” Sasha explains, “apparently he was so in love with her back in college, like beyond in love, buy-a-ring kind of in love.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, “what does that have to do with anything?”

Sasha raises her eyebrows as if it should have been obvious. “Breeze dumping him is what started his whole ‘womanizer’ thing. Apparently she really did a number on him. Like, that’s why he pumps and dumps like crazy. If I had a dollar for every girl I’ve heard of that cried over Eren, I could afford to tip Levi until he actually liked me.”

What the hell? You can feel your face contort in annoyance, trying to mask the way the idea of Eren just adding you to the notches in his bedpost hurts something small and already wounded deep in your chest, but Historia beats you to the chase.

“Don’t say it like that,” Historia nudges Sasha meaningfully, “you’re going to ruin it for her.”

“I’m not, if you would let me finish. Hitch just told me not to let you get your feelings hurt when he kicked you out, but I guess we don’t have to worry about that. You must have something magic in between your legs.” Sasha pinches your thigh with a crude smile. You swat her away, irritated.

“How would Hitch even know–”

“Okay, be serious here,” Historia cuts you off with an eye roll, “you two were all over each other when we went to Armin’s little pregame. Anyone with eyes would know you two were going to fuck each other silly at some point.”

“It’s not like we went out to a candlelit dinner or anything,” you scoff, “it was literally just sex.”

Sasha offers you a sheepish half-smile. “No, I know I just…I told her about your history with that kind of stuff. She was worried.”

“God, Sasha, why would you do that?” You rub your hands over your face miserably. “That’s so embarrassing. What if she tells Eren and he thinks I’m going to, like, fall all over myself just because we hooked up?”

“It just came up!”

“No point in denying it, especially not after Luke.” Historia looks at you pointedly, knowing the weight that that particular name held. You sort of want to smack her, but you haven’t heard his name in so long that you’re frozen. “But it sounds like it was fun, I think you needed it. A little TLC, if you will.”

Your heart thuds in a way it hasn’t in months, in a way it shouldn’t. “I don’t know what you expect me to say. It was late, it was just easier to fall asleep there, it wasn’t some fucking rom-com.”

“Mhm,” Historia eyes you, sipping her drink. You roll your eyes.

“I’m serious. I was dead after everything was said and done. I didn’t even realize I was asleep until I woke up.” Again, not a complete lie. Not exactly, at least. You decide to omit that Eren had brushed your hair softly with his fingers, pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, whispered a goodnight against your skin, woken you up with his head between your legs and his fingers threaded through yours. Those moments feel better nestled in your consciousness, just for you.

“What, did he wear you out?” Sasha smiles evilly at you. The excitement crops back up in your chest– you realize you haven’t even gotten into half of the antics of the night before.

“Honestly, it was so good that I–” you’re cut off by a familiar weight slinging around your shoulders. Shit.

“Talking about my burgers, right?” Eren’s materialized out of nowhere, smirking at you. Your face burns bright red.

Historia grins wickedly. “Yeah, she was telling us all about your burgers.”

“Stor!” You smack at her, embarrassed.

Eren ignores your chagrin, studying you until a little smile curls his mouth. “You look pretty.”

It’s simple, but it makes your stomach do a backflip. You need to get away from him, get away from what he’s already doing to you, but to your own disappointment, you know you’ll sit firmly on this barstool as long as he stands beside you. “I literally got out of the shower and came straight here.”

“So?” Eren smiles wider, thumbing at your lip. “Pretty.”

“What are you even doing here? Stalking me now?”

“Of course,” Eren shrugs, reaching over the bar to grab his beer from Levi’s ice well, a habit you don’t think you’ll ever get used to, “didn’t get a chance to murder you last night, so I’m here to finish the job.”

You’re confused until Historia pipes up. “Not funny, Jaeger. She wasn’t answering her phone!”

Eren scoffs. “Texting someone to ask if they’ve murdered your friend isn’t really a great game plan if you think she’s getting stabbed to death.”

“You did what?” You turn on your friend, eyes blazing.

“I was just checking,” Historia shrugs, unbothered, “he could be some psycho.”

“He’s not some psycho,” you roll your eyes at her, “haven’t you known each other for like, five years?”

“Are you sure?” Eren leans in, voice low and hot against the shell of your ear just like it had been last night as he pounded into you. The memory makes your chest tighten. “Might do all sorts of awful things to you if you’re not careful.”

“Don’t be a menace,” you muster up enough composure to shove him back away from your face, laughing lightly as if he hadn’t just made you weak in the knees.

“Can’t promise anything,” Eren chuckles, sipping his beer, “Armin and Connie will be here any minute, so it’ll go one of two ways. Either I’m babysitting Connie, or I’m going to make an ass of myself. Guess we’re rolling the dice.”

“You’re not working tonight?”

“Sort of,” Eren shrugs, “just a couple guys coming in, so I actually might have fun for once.”

“For once,” you repeat, letting a wicked smile tug at your lips. “Didn’t have fun last night?”

“I think you know exactly how much fun I had last night,” Eren digs his thumb into the bruise at the junction of your neck and shoulder, like he’d memorized exactly where he’d marked you. God knows he had seen you naked enough times to have the opportunity.

“A-Armin!” You choke out a greeting, relieved to see your mutual friend approaching before you completely lose the remaining self-control you have and tackle Eren in the middle of the bar. “Hi! It’s good to see you.”

“What’s it been, six hours now?” Armin smirks at you knowingly. You nearly cover your face in shame. Eren has an open-door policy with his closest friends, something you discovered this morning when Armin had strolled into the kitchen to find you sitting on the kitchen counter in nothing but a t-shirt and your panties, Eren between your legs and kissing you passionately amidst the smell of burning toast.

“She slept over?” Connie’s approached now, eyebrows raised as if Armin had just suggested that you’d run a marathon this morning. Maybe Sasha’s tidbit of gossip did hold some weight. Something flutters in your stomach, something you need to drown with a long swig of beer. “What, did you buy her flowers, too?”

“Mind your fucking business, dude,” Eren spits at him, unusually terse.

“Minding my business,” Connie holds his hands up defensively, eyes wide.

“Are you always this crabby, or are you just on your period?” you ask Eren, smiling up at him good-naturedly.

“Just don’t want them giving you any shit,” Eren shrugs, points at Historia and Sasha, “you’ve got these two for that.”

“They’ve been working overtime, trust me.” You narrow your eyes at Historia and Sasha, who widen their eyes innocently. Eren’s phone buzzes on the counter; he scowls when he checks it.

“Yo, get a load of this asshole,” he calls to Armin, “not walking with that much on me. Come to the Kappa house. What does this guy think I am, fucking UberEats?”

“He buys a lot, though,” Armin says thoughtfully, pausing in his conversation with Sasha to amble over and take a closer look at Eren’s phone.

“Yeah bro, I wouldn’t be saying ‘no’ to the dude dropping $1,500 every two weeks,” Connie agrees, nodding behind his beer. Eren groans.

“You think I should go?”

“Probably,” Armin smiles regretfully, patting Eren’s back, “but it’s around the corner, won’t even take you ten minutes.”

“I’ll come with you, if you want,” Connie says, noticing that Levi’s pointedly ignoring his efforts to order a drink.

Eren glares at Armin, slides his gaze over to you. “I’m sorry this keeps happening, do you mind? I’ll be back in five.”

“Don’t stress on my account,” you laugh, “get to work, you.”

“Five minutes,” Eren promises, abandoning his drink and heading for the door, muttering and swearing under his breath. That leaves you with Armin, who you can’t help but feel guilty around after the incident earlier today.

“So,” you let a deep breath fill your lungs, looking at Armin sheepishly, “I’m sorry about this morning. Obviously we weren’t expecting company.”

Armin waves you off, chuckling. “Don’t worry about it. Wouldn’t be the first time me or Eren walked in on each other in a compromising position.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Do tell.”

“My lips are sealed,” Armin mimes locking his mouth with a key, “although…”

“What?”

“I can’t say I’ve walked in on anything quite so…domestic recently,” he grins. You frown, wishing more than anything that everyone would stop playing into this idea that you and Eren had a “thing” going on. Sure, he gave you butterflies and cooked you breakfast and all of the shit that people that had a “thing” together did, but it’s been one night, and you know you need to hold your horses before you drop your glass heart all over the sidewalk again.

“I wasn’t aware that one night stands were so serious these days,” you grumble into your beer. Armin laughs again, rubbing your shoulder.

“I’m just teasing you. Eren’s just…not the type to do breakfast in the morning, so you must be something special.”

You’re only capable of a wavering smile in return, already feeling the raw plucking of your overactive heartstrings in your chest. You knew this would happen if you took a chance on him, knew you were playing with fire, but you couldn’t help yourself, and now it’s biting you in the ass.

With your mind wandering into a terribly nostalgic state, you have half a mind to up and leave, especially when Armin wanders back over to Sasha to continue whatever fervent conversation they were having about Game of Thrones. Historia bringing Luke up sure didn’t help to quell the horrible twisting in your stomach; even hearing his name makes the hair on your arms stand up. You can feel the ghost of a shark tooth necklace dangling over you, digging into the back of your head as a pair of arms wrap around you. A booming laugh, sky-blue eyes…

Historia seems to be able to gather as much based on the look on your face, leaning over and placing a sympathetic hand on your arm.

“Are you okay? You seem…off.”

“I wish you wouldn’t have brought Luke up.” Your words lack the venom you want to unleash, sagging under the weight of your heavy heart. Historia nods understandingly.

“I know. It was so long ago, I didn’t know if it was still bugging you.”

“It’s not bugging me, I just wish that he…” you rub at your eyes, not even entirely sure of what you wish of him. Your admission comes out quiet, wounded. “I wish it had never happened.”

“But that’s why you need to move on,” Historia insists, rubbing your shoulder, “to get over someone, you have to get under someone else. That’s like, the rule of breakups.”

“It wasn’t a breakup, we weren’t even dating.” You feel guilty, in a way, for dragging down the mood. You’d run in here, all sunshine and aching legs, ready for a fun night of recounting every nasty detail of your time with Eren, and you hate how just the thought of Luke can pull you right back between your own bedsheets, curled around a carton of ice cream and surrounded by used tissues.

“Hey,” Historia lowers her voice, “just because he was too stupid to throw a label on it doesn’t mean it wasn’t real, okay?”

“It’s ridiculous that I’m still this hung up on him, though. Like, it’s pathetic.”

“It’s not pathetic, but you’re not giving yourself a chance. You had your little fling with Floch—which again, yuck—and now you need to start opening your heart instead of your legs.”

“Poetic, Stor.”

“You’re not the only one who has a way with words,” Historia grins proudly.

“I just don’t even know where to start,” you admit, feeling a dangerous pressure behind your eyes. Fuck, you aren’t doing this, are you? Crying in Scouts over a guy that hasn’t even spoken to you in six months?

“Eren might be a good place to–”

“No,” you snap, “don’t even start with that, okay? Eren and I just met, and it was a one night thing anyway. Besides, it’s…it’s too soon. I’m just not ready to date again.”

“You are,” Historia insists, “you just don’t want to let go of him yet.”

Jesus, you are doing this. You go to respond and cut yourself off with a sniffle, wiping desperately underneath your eyes to mediate the salty tears threatening to slide down your cheeks.

The master of perfect timing today, Eren appears in the doorway, searching the room and locking his eyes on you. You can see the different emotions flicker across his face: happy to confused to concerned. Damn it. You duck behind Historia, grabbing her purse out of her lap and digging around for tissues.

“What happened?” Eren’s behind you, rubbing a large hand between your shoulder blades. You want to bolt for the bathroom and come back out refreshed as if nothing ever happened, but something tells you Eren won’t be so easily shaken off.

“Eren,” Historia sighs, snatching her purse back from you and finding a pack of tissues quickly, handing you one, “I don’t think this is the best time–”

“It’s fine, it’s nothing,” you dab at your tears, “Historia was just telling me about her…her dead grandma, and I got a little emotional, that’s all.”

Eren cocks an eyebrow at Historia, who’s glaring at you. “Dead grandma, huh?”

“They were very close,” Historia lies effortlessly, giving you a sharp pinch of punishment on your thigh.

“I’m buying a round,” Connie nods determinedly, flagging down Levi, much to the barkeep’s dismay, “no crying over dead grandmas tonight. We’re having fun, damn it.”

Historia pales. “I don’t know if that’s–”

“Tequila,” you cut her off, “thanks.”

Connie nods at you, so unusually solemn that you almost feel bad for your little white lie. “When my grandma died, I was a wreck. I’ve got you.”

“Nana’s not even dead!” Historia whispers urgently in your ear, still shooting daggers at you.

“I panicked!” You whisper-shout back, eyes wide. Historia rolls her eyes and grumbles something, but nods along.

“Tequila again?” Eren makes a face, slipping his arm around your waist– fuck, you really wish he’d stop touching you so casually, as if it wasn’t enough to spark a fire in your core– and reaching over the bar for a new beer.

“Well…grandmas are a very sensitive topic for me, so yes, tequila.” You can’t hide the snark in your voice, but you’re not sure where it’s coming from. Eren frowns, removes his arm from you.

“I was just worried, sorry if I overstepped.”

You throw your shot back, shaking your head at the taste. Your hands scramble around for the lime that you set on the bar, Eren chuckling beside you despite himself. Once you’ve collected yourself, feeling the haze of the liquor hit you like a truck, you face him.

“You didn’t overstep,” you sigh, “I just…you know when a bad memory pops up in your mind, and you can’t really get it out, and then all your feelings just start coming out and you can’t– okay, I sound crazy, but I swear I’m not. Maybe it’s just like, a girl thing or something.”

To your surprise, Eren doesn’t look absolutely horrified at your haywire emotions. He only nods, looking at you thoughtfully. It occurs to you that he’s beginning to realize that you are not, in fact, crying over Historia’s very-much-alive grandmother.

“Actually, yeah, I do understand. It’s the worst.” Something about the earnest tone in his voice soothes you, makes you drop your shoulders from where they’re hunched and tense. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Positive. Can we just pretend that I’m not crying at the bar for no reason like a crazy person?”

Eren laughs and nods, mercifully deciding not to press you any further, redirecting your attention to where Connie and Sasha are now pelting each other with peanuts. The night ambles on, jokes are exchanged, more shots are taken, and before you know it, it’s reached near eleven. You check your watch and groan; in a little more than seven hours, you’ll be waking up at what’s seemingly the ass-crack of dawn to make a fresh weekly syllabus for the rising English experts of America. A hefty sigh leaves you as you set your phone down, recline back into Eren’s chest where he’s got both arms tossed around your shoulders.

“What is it?” Eren murmurs, nibbling on your ear. You swallow the swell of arousal rising in your throat; that little voice in the back of your head reminding you of your just one night! rule grows quieter.

“I need to wake up early,” you admit, playing with his fingers, “need to leave.”

“We can leave,” Eren doesn’t move from his position, placing a kiss behind your ear that sends goosebumps running up and down your arms, “‘m ready if you are.”

“Leave alone,” you chuckle, finally breaking free of his grip to spin on your barstool and face him. He’s pouting, a little furrow between his brows and a sad glint to his eyes. You have to consciously stop yourself from pulling his face down to yours, pressing your lips to his.

“Alone?”

“I have work to do in the morning.” You’re nervously chewing on your bottom lip, showing your own dishonesty. In truth, you don’t care what time you have to limp over to the library, but you fucked him just last night. And this morning. And over lunch this afternoon. Are you really so insatiable that you can’t follow your one-night-only rule, have to break your fast this soon?

“Even better,” Eren grins, “wasn’t I helpful last night?”

“No,” you roll your eyes, “not exactly.”

“Guess you’ll have to teach me, then.”

“I…” you trail off, how can you even begin to say “no” to a guy this gorgeous?

“You?” Eren cocks an eyebrow.

“I’m not really looking for anything right now.” Blue eyes. Red lips. The shark tooth necklace. It’s a bad response, too vague and too assuming, but it’s all you can come up with.

“Me neither,” Eren shrugs, something unreadable flickering over his features, “but we have fun together. Doesn’t have to be anything serious.”

"I'm not saying it does," god, you are so bad at this, "casual hookups just aren't the best thing for me."

"If we're going to stick a label on it," Eren muses, swirling the beer in his bottle around, "why not friends? With some...benefits?"

"Are we friends?"

"Are we not?"

You’re about to offer another feeble excuse, ignoring the way your heart cracks a little in your chest, when Eren’s phone buzzes on the bar. His eyes flit over to it, and something strange happens. Eren’s cool confidence slides right off of him, a look of…what? Bewilderment? Panic? Something comes across his face, something shaking and fragile and hurt. He snatches his phone off of the bar, angling it so you can’t see, staring at it intently.

“Eren?” you venture, raising a hand to grab his arm in concern, but thinking better of it, and shrinking away. “You okay?”

Eren blinks at you, like he can’t quite remember who you are. “What?”

“Are you okay? You seem…shaken.”

“Yeah, m’fine,” he shrugs you off, pain glittering behind his eyes.

“But you–”

“Said I’m fine.” Eren’s voice is harsh, close to a bark. You visibly flinch, a frown contorting your face. You don’t know him well, but even you can tell that this isn’t like him.

“Okay,” you say, quiet and wounded. An awkward silence settles between you both; you need to leave, but you’re unsure of how to make your move after that. It doesn’t necessarily seem like he wants your company anymore, but the idea of leaving him there so upset isn’t appealing either.

“You ready?” Historia’s voice, dripping with drunkenness, floats over your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You haven’t taken your eyes off of him, waiting for something, anything that might betray what’s going on in his head. Eren’s still staring at his phone, but when you voice your approval to Historia, he turns.

“Leaving?”

“Guess so.” You throw a thumb over your shoulder to where Sasha’s practically falling out of her barstool, demanding a piggy-back ride home from Connie. Eren sighs, something weighted and hefty.

“Sorry I’m being weird, it’s just–”

“We don’t need to talk about it. I get it.” You force a smile onto your face. Maybe you won’t be sleeping with Eren anytime soon, but against all odds, you already care about him, that damned too-big heart of yours thumping sadly in your chest at the defeated expression on his face.

“C’mere.” Eren tugs you to him, hugging you tighter than he ever has. You feel his lips crushing into the part in your hair, as if you’re something precious to him, something valuable. It makes your knees weak, makes alarm bells ring in your head. “I’ll tell you someday, alright? Just…not now.”

You nod against his chest, a watery, wet feeling gathering behind your ribs. “Okay. Only if you want to.”

When Eren pulls out of the embrace, he’s smiling again, light and breezy as if nothing had happened. “You strike me as a good listener.”

“Guilty as charged.”

"See?" Eren offers a small smile. "Friends."

You're so relieved to see that little smile grace his features that you can't argue the point with him any further. You smile back. "Friends."

“Get home safe, okay?”

"I always do. Stop worrying so much," you swipe playfully at his shoulder. It’s been a dizzying night, but the unwavering stability that Eren’s presence offers still grounds you, eases the butterflies in your stomach.

“Never.” Eren waves you off with a wink, and you collect your friends, heading for the exit. When you toss one last look over your shoulder, expecting to meet his playful gaze, you only find Eren frowning at his phone screen, peeling the label off of his beer bottle. Friends.

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger series #aot x reader #snk x reader #snk series #aot series #aot fanfic #eren jaeger fanfic #eren jaeger fanfiction #much ado about nothing

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happy-hermit · 1 year

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HI GUYS I'M BACK ON MY BULLSHIT <333

Have some Scar angst featuring Clockers comfort :) Enjoy!!!

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Scar kills Cleo.

He doesn’t mean to do it, doesn’t mean to break the rules, doesn’t mean to hurt his own ally. It’s still a shock that he even has allies — it is still something that hits him all over again, every time he opens his eyes and they're still there.

But Scar kills Cleo. They won’t be there for much longer.

“You dropped it right on her head,” Bdubs says, solemn, and Scar feels sick. His heart is skipping in his chest, his breath is frozen in his lungs. His hands feel like they’re being assaulted by pins and needles.

He’s made a mistake. He’d known, of course, that it was only a matter of time, but. Well. Sometimes he likes to pretend.

He can’t anymore. Not now. Not after that.

And Cleo didn’t even seem all that mad, is the thing. She hadn’t yelled, hadn’t even frowned, really. She’d been quiet though, at first. And she’d laughed after, but— But people could laugh and still be mad, couldn’t they? And Bdubs had seemed pretty disappointed.

Scar can’t do anything right. If they hadn’t known that before, they certainly did now.

Scar kills Cleo.

That night, he packs his bags.

It’s not at all hard to sneak out, which is a fun change of pace. Cleo slept like, well, like the dead, and Bdubs had fully mastered the art of sleeping at this point. Nothing short of breaking the bed was going to get him out of it. So Scar just… walks by. He’s got what little possessions he’s collected stored safely in his bag, and the rest he’s left for them. They’ll make better use of things than he will, he’s sure.

The night is clear and quiet, the same stars as always hanging silently in the sky and watching him while he walks. Those little twinkling lights have been witnesses to every misstep and mistake he’s ever made. He was a bit surprised that one of them hasn’t yet taken it upon themselves to fall out of the sky and end his misery. Though he supposed that might’ve been the moon's true motive. Maybe it had been rude to avoid the inevitable crash.

Tonight, though, the stars stay where they are, and Scar does not.

He walks by the Bad Boys burned mansion, the earth around it scorched and bare. He looks up towards the roof for a while, thinking. He almost wants to go up there and find Grian, because at least Grian makes sense. At least Grian hurts him in a way that he is used to.

Selfish, he thinks, shaking his head and turning away. Grian never meant it; he isn’t cruel. Scar just tends to awaken in people the need to get away, is all. Like how all anyone ever thinks about when carrying a heavy object is a place to put it down.

Scar wanders for a bit, dodging mobs as he stumbles through the darkness, until finally the sun starts to rise. Scar drops his bag down at the bottom of a hill and sits down heavily beside it, as dim light transitions to golden rays. He’s not going to build on a mountain, he resolves. Not this time. Not when he’s trying not to be noticed.

He eats a quick breakfast of steak and bread, heavy silence sitting like a cloak on his shoulders, and then he starts carving a hole into the hill. He spends the rest of the day like that, hollowing out a home as hollow as he feels, ignoring the buzz of his communicator in his pocket. Either someone was trying to get a hold of him, or no one had noticed at all. He’s not sure which he would prefer, and so he doesn’t look. He doesn’t look, and he tries his best not to think about it, either. He builds a new base of stone and brick into the hillside, and then he shuts the door behind him and lies in bed and doesn’t sleep.

There is the steady and faint noise of water leaking through the roof across the room, single drops of water falling in intervals into the bucket he’d placed haphazardly before crawling under the covers. There is the crackling of the oven a few feet away, still warm from the steak he’d cooked earlier. There is the quiet howling of wind from outside, as it tugged on grass and trees and at his door. He can hear himself breathing, can hear it hitch as soon as he becomes aware of it.

He’s cold, and he shivers, tugging the blanket up further as he stares at the ceiling. There’s moisture stinging at the corners of his eyes, and there is a lump in his throat, and even though there is no one around to hear he still can’t quite break the habit of crying silently.

He wakes up to birds singing, and dried tear tracks on his cheeks. Scar sits in bed for a moment, lost, and then he grabs his hoe and wheat seeds, and he goes outside.

There are a few pigs on his hill that he spends an hour herding into a pen, and then he finds a good stretch of land and gets to work tilling it. By the time the seeds are planted and watered, it’s mid afternoon, and Scar jumps straight into cutting down a few trees for wood. His muscles are sore and straining, but still he swings the axe. As evidenced by the unintended brutal murder of his pretend mother, he really doesn’t know when to quit.

At least now with no one else around, there is no one else to hurt. It’s just him. Which is fine, really, because he’s done it before. He knows how it goes. This is how they play the game.

So Scar is not expecting anyone to come after him. Which is probably why he almost takes Bdubs’ head off with his axe when he’s suddenly just there.

“You’ll clear out the forest at this rate,” Bdubs says casually, very close behind him, and Scar yelps in alarm and spins around mid swing. “Maybe you— Hey, watch it!”

It’s only thanks to Bdubs short stature and quick duck that his head remains on his shoulders, and in the aftermath they stare at each other with wide eyes and heaving lungs.

“Bdubs,” Scar manages, strangled and high-pitched, and then he rapidly clears his throat, pasting on a smile. “You— I didn’t see you there! Not that—”

“If you’re going to make a short joke I will stab you on the spot,” Bdubs grumbles, and he tears the axe out of Scar’s slack hands, throwing it to the ground a few feet away. “I’ve been out all night looking for you, I hope you appreciate the lack of sleep I’ve had to endure.”

Scar stares, awkward smile slipping a little as his mind sluggishly attempts to comprehend the conversation.

“Why?” Scar asks eventually, interrupting the other’s unintelligible grumbling as he smooths his clothes. “Did I forget something? Or— I didn’t take something of yours by accident, did I?”

Bdubs goes still and looks up, brow furrowed slightly and eyes unreadable. “Did you— You forgot to say goodbye, for one thing!” Bdubs crosses his arms and glares at him. “And didn’t tell us where you were going! And didn’t answer our messages! You— You disappeared!”

He seems angry, or at least frustrated, and Scar’s heart beats a little faster. He doesn’t— He’s confused, is all. He’s not sure what this is about.

“Oh! Well, I thought— I thought it would just be easier, you know?” Scar says, and shrugs like it's no big deal, like his chest isn’t constricting. “So you didn’t have to say it.”

“Oh what are you blabbering about?” Bdubs scowls, but can’t quite hide his confusion. “So we didn’t have to say what?”

“Just— You know.” Scar looks away in defeat, because now Bdubs is gonna make him say it. “So you didn’t have to ask me to leave.”

“...What?”

Bdubs says it like he has no idea what Scar is talking about, like he’s talking nonsense, and something desperate wells up in his stomach and crawls into his throat. He has to make him understand.

“Look, I’m— I may be clueless, but I can still read a room,” Scar says, quick and shaky and filled with false bravado. He tries for a smile, and it sits on his face like a wound would. “Trust me, I know when people have had enough. Just— Let me leave with my dignity this time?” Scar chuckles, like it’s a joke, but it’s a sad little sound, and he can’t look Bdubs in the eyes. “You don’t have to… ask. It’s fine, really. It’s better for everyone like this.”

There’s a long moment of silence, and Scar almost thinks Bdubs already left. But—

“You’re right,” Bdubs says, and something about his voice is strange. Strained and soft. The words land like a blow, but Bdubs isn’t finished. He comes up next to him and touches his arm. Scar closes his eyes.

“You are clueless,” Bdubs says, still in that gentle, choked tone, and Scar gasps as he’s pulled into a hug.

His hands hover aimlessly over Bdubs’ back for a few long seconds, tears stinging at the back of his wide eyes. His heart is beating fast, and his chest aches, and for some reason, Bdubs is hugging him. Tightly, like he’s not planning on letting go. Like it’s not a goodbye.

“I killed Cleo,” Scar chokes out, because his throat hurts and he doesn’t really want to say it, but he has to make sure Bdubs knows, even though there’s no way he doesn’t.

“Yeah, you did,” Bdubs replies easily, and squeezes Scar’s middle pointedly. “She thought it was funny. She’s not mad.” He pauses, and continues a little softer. “We didn’t want you to leave. We don’t.”

Scar lets his hands rest carefully against the other’s back, like he’s not sure he’s allowed. “Please don’t be lying,” he says.

“You called me out for being the Boogey, Scar,” Bdubs says, a bit of amusement returning to his voice. “You know what I sound like when I’m lying.”

“You’re bad at it,” Scar says weakly.

“Exactly. So are you.”

“We make a good team?”

“We do,” Bdubs says, and finally pulls away. His eyes are a little puffy, and Scar blinks in shock. Bdubs grins. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

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Their clock tower raises high in the distance, and as they approach, Scar spots Cleo standing outside of it, tapping their foot and checking her communicator. He doesn’t realize he’s stopped walking until Bdubs calls his name in question.

“She’s really not mad,” Bdubs insists, tugging at his wrist lightly. “Well, maybe that you left, but not about the killing thing.”

“I don’t know, Bdubs,” Scar says, nerves making his voice waver.

“That’s because I’m in charge of knowing right now,” Bdubs scolds, and Scar finally relents and starts walking again. “Just don’t run away again.”

About halfway up the mountain, Cleo spots them, and her shoulders sag. In relief?

“It’s past your curfew!” Cleo calls out, and has their hands on their hips when they finally make it to where’s she’s standing. She raises an eyebrow at Scar, who shrinks a little beneath their gaze. “Where have you been?”

It’s like they’re upset that he left, that he wasn’t there, that he was gone, and Scar— Doesn’t know how to deal with that. It is so far outside the realm of his recent experiences that he’s struck speechless, for a moment. Bdubs seems to take pity on him.

“He thought you were mad,” Bdubs says, nudging Scar forwards a little.

“So you left?” Cleo asks, as if that’s not the rational conclusion that Scar thinks it is, and he swallows hard, avoiding their eyes.

“Well, I thought—“ He wrings his hands into his shirt, heart pounding. “I thought you… wanted me to leave?”

Cleo’s face falls, almost imperceptibly, and Scar winces.

“Why would I want that, Scar?”

His mouth is dry, and right now he really does feel like a little kid in trouble with his parents.

“I killed you,” Scar says, quiet and ashamed. He’s studying the ground beneath his feet with rapt attention. There is dog fur stuck in the cracks.

“Yeah.” Cleo shrugs, and Scar glances up in bewilderment. “And Grian, and Jimmy. It was amazing, actually.”

Scar stares, and something in his face must give him away, because Cleo’s softens.

“I told you I was proud,” Cleo says. “I did mean it, you know.”

“But—“

“Why is it so hard to believe?” Cleo interrupts, voice suddenly commanding, and yet still gentle. It’s something only she can pull off. “Why is— Your first thought is that we want you gone. Why?”

“Because no one wants me around,” Scar snaps, finally fed up, some overwhelming and burning emotion building in his chest as his voice raises. “You know I— All I ever try to do is make allies, but no one ever— Only one person has ever stuck by me, but it was never because he wanted to. He had to.” Scar makes a grand sweeping gesture, manic smile breaking under his trailing tears. He lets out a shaky laugh that’s more of a sob, and he lets his hands fall back to his sides.

“Everyone leaves,” Scar says eventually, after a few seconds of oppressive silence. “And maybe it’s— maybe I’m made for it, but I don’t—“ His voice breaks, and he closes his eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.”

It’s not something he’s ever admitted out loud. It’s not something he ever really felt like he deserved to feel.

“Then stay,” Cleo says, and her hand appears on his wrist, cold and careful. “We have a choice, and we want you here.”

“What’s a little death between family, anyway?” Bdubs pipes up, and takes Scar’s other hand. “Just brings us closer.”

Scar doesn’t realize he’s crying again until Cleo lets out a soft sound.

“Oh, Scar…”

Scar lets out a watery laugh, wiping fruitlessly at his eyes. “I don’t want to leave,” he says, small and tired. “I want to stay.”

Cleo pulls him against their chest, and he buries his face in their shoulder and his hands into their clothes, and his shoulders shake.

“Good,” Cleo says, sounding a little shaky herself, as Bdubs tucks up against his side and sighs a little in relief. “So do I.”

The sun has long since set, and Scar can feel his eyelids drooping as his emotions finally catch up with him. He feels hollow, but in a good way. Like there’s finally room for something better to take its place.

They’re still hugging, still standing in the dark in front of their cobbled-together clock tower, and somehow, Bdbubs starts snoring. He’s fallen asleep, leaning against Scar’s side, still standing up.

“I think it’s time for bed,” Cleo says, laughing quietly, and Scar cracks a genuine smile for the first time in a while. He carefully feta goes himself from Cleo and scoops Bdubs up in one smooth motion, heading for the door. It’s missing something; maybe a doormat.

When he turns to check on Cleo, she’s still standing where he left them, but she’s staring at the Bad Boys mansion with a stony face and clenched fists. It’s almost like she’s angry at one of them, for something. Scar can't think of anything recent that would’ve justified her anger now.

“Cleo?” Scar calls, uncertain, and they jolt a bit, turning to look at him. “Are you coming?”

With one last glance at the mansion, she sighs and follows him inside, ruffling his hair on her way by.

“Welcome home,” she says, and Scar feels something in his chest piece back together.

And, well. That would be a pretty good thing to put on a doormat.

#hi i love the clockers and i'm not sorry #limited life #limited life smp #goodtimeswithscar #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #gtws #zombiecleo #cleo #clockers #the clockers #j writes #traffic spoilers #limited life spoilers #<- not the most recent session but. the one before that one #and i guess a very small thing from the recent session is mentioned

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glass-noodle · 9 months

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I'm curious Connor in you're au looks quite malnutritioned and tired what would Hank do if he became exceptionally sick or weak from kamskis experiments on him

He can tell that something’s off the minute he walks into the enclosure. Connor is lying half on the deck, half in the water, his tail hanging limply off the ledge. He barely lifts his head at the sound of Hank entering, eyes half-lidded and hazy.

Hank rushes forward, dropping his lunch bag on the deck and grabbing Connor by the shoulders. “Jesus — Connor! Hey, you okay?”

Connor looks worse than he ever has; purple shadows under his eyes dark as a bruise, skin sallow over protruding bones, grip weak as he reaches up to place a heavy hand on Hank’s arm. Hank feels anger simmer to life in his gut, the urge to storm straight into Kamski’s office and punch his teeth out for allowing Connor to wallow in this state (and likely causing it) rising like a maelstrom; but he manages to reign himself in for Connor’s sake, guiding him into a more comfortable position on the deck. “Hold on, kid,” he says urgently, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the merman’s thin, pale frame. He turns to rummage quickly through his bag. “Here, what do you need? Food? Water?”

He holds out his daily catch to Connor. Connor looks blearily at the fish, eyes cloudy, then drops his head back onto the deck, murmuring insensibly.

Hank raises his head back up. “C’mon, kid, you need to eat,” he says, trying to keep his voice low despite his rising panic. He palms the kid’s face gently, noting how it’s burning up as he sits cross-legged by the water’s edge, guiding Connor’s head into his lap.

Connor barely reacts to the change in position. His eyes are closed, and his bony ribs rise and fall quickly, shallow breaths puffing past cracked lips. Hank decides it’s probably best to start with water. He reaches back into his bag to retrieve his bottle, uncapping it and placing it against Connor’s lips. “Come on, come on,” he mutters.

Connor does respond to that, at least, throat bobbing with difficulty as he sips slowly at what’s offered. Hank’s relief is short-lived, however; Connor’s eyes slip shut when Hank pulls the bottle away, and he murmurs a low, wounded sound as he turns his head weakly into Hank’s lap.

Hank hisses a curse between his teeth. He puts a hand on Connor’s burning forehead, pushing his sweat-soaked locks out of the way. He’s just about to consider running to get help — Kamski’s wrath be damned — when the enclosure door opens.

Hank turns quickly, stiffening. One of the scientists, the small blonde one, is standing in the doorway, holding several objects in her hands — one of which looks like a syringe filled with a pale blue fluid. She gives him a strange, lingering look.

“Mr. Anderson.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Hank growls. He doesn’t give a damn that he’s been caught breaking the rules. He eyes the syringe in her hand suspiciously as she walks towards them, clutching Connor tighter. “The hell are you gonna do to him?”

She stops a short distance away from them. “My name is Chloe,” she says, soft and careful. She holds out her hands placatingly, showing Hank everything that she has in her grasp. “I work directly under Dr. Kamski. Connor is sick. I have medicine for him.”

Hank eyes the syringe suspiciously. The girl doesn’t seem all that aggressive, but he doesn’t trust anyone in this place, least of all the fuckers who put Connor in this situation in the first place. “Right. How do I know you’re not just gonna shoot him up with more weird shit?”

Chloe’s hesitates, looking away. “I understand your concern,” she murmurs finally. “But I want you to know that I really don’t mean Connor any harm. I — I don’t like seeing him suffer, either.”

Hank snorts darkly at that. “Then set him free.”

Chloe says nothing; just gives him another long, considering look. On top of feeling pissed, her light-eyed stare is starting to make him feel uncomfortable, like she’s staring into his soul and grasping at his deepest, most guarded thoughts. Weird girl.

Connor stirs in his lap, dark eyes flickering open to peer hazily beyond Hank’s hovering form. He seems to recognize Chloe; he doesn’t shy away as she approaches them, at least. Rather, he shifts, and — to Hank’s surprise — holds out one pale, scarred arm.

Chloe kneels down, keeping her eyes on Hank. “May I?”

Hank would honestly like nothing less, but he’s not stupid. Connor needs more help than he can provide, and for whatever reason he seems to trust her marginally more than the other scientists Hank’s seen him interact with. “Whatever,” he grunts, keeping a tight grip on the merman. If she got the smart notion to try anything, Hank would be there to swing his weight around, anyhow.

Connor watches her as she swabs his skin delicately with alcohol, and Hank watches him in turn. His face pinches when she inserts the needle, but he seems no less uncomfortable than he was before; no trace of the anger or fear that normally twists his expression when the scientists enter his tank. In fact, he seems almost…relieved. His eyes slip closed when Chloe retracts the needle, and he lets out a shaky sigh, curling into Hank’s warmth.

Hank strokes a hand through the kid’s hair, watching Chloe discard the needle into a little yellow container and tape a piece of gauze over the puncture site. “You done now?”

Chloe shakes her head, looking regretful. “I’m afraid we’ll have to move Connor to the sick tank. He’ll need more than a single shot to recover, and he’ll need specific environmental conditions to help him heal properly.”

Hank feels that familiar anger ignite in him again, raising his hackles and knotting dark and tight in his chest. “He wouldn’t be sick if you would just stop doing this to him,” he growls, fixing the girl with a hard, baleful stare. Whatever she’d done to help Connor just now, it didn’t make up for everything she’d helped enable up until this point. It didn’t make up for all the suffering she and her team had put Connor through.

Chloe doesn’t speak for a long moment. “I’ll pass that on to Elijah,” she says eventually, tone soft and unreadable.

#hankcon #lab merman au #Hank x connor #Chloe #dbh Chloe #dbh connor #dbh hank #glass snippets #ahhhh first sick fic I’ve written!!#even though they’re my fave #thank you for the prompt hehe #this turned out way longer than I intended but the Hank-Chloe-Connor interaction ran away from me

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“I do…”

Letting out a shaky breath, she said it and the hall echoed with clapping.

“Do you Mr. Min… take Miss lee as your lawfully wedded wife and promise to be with her in all ups and down, in health and sickness… till death to part?” the priest continued…

“I do…”

Hearing a soft and tender voice, she finally looked up a bit and saw him, her husband, for the first time. His cat-like doe eyes, soft cherry like lips and dumpling cheeks… she got a bit lost in him until she heard the priest saying “I pronounce you husband and wife… you may now kiss the bride and seal the wedding…”

Hearing this only, sweat beads started forming her forehead and her breath got uneven which did not go unnoticed by him. He gently took her hand in his which made her look at him. He noticed her slight teary eyes and kissed her tears away whispering “relax… I will not touch you against your will…”

He didn’t know that this small sentence had a huge impact on her and she released her breath which she was holding since long. Holding her waist, he turned towards the guests and they bowed slightly thanking everyone for their presence.

Soon enough, both of them were in the car heading towards their home. There was dead silence in car and he thought to break it.

“The journey is for more than an hour… you can sleep if you feel like…”

Without saying a word, she closed her eyes which made him a bit confuse. It was an arrange marriage from both sides. Yoongi had seen her photo before marriage but never met her as he was told the bride is declining meeting before marriage. Today also, he found it strange when she was not looking at him properly in aisle and got teary when heard of kiss. But he let go of the thoughts thinking she might just be nervous and continued driving.

Upon reaching their place, yoongi turned to wake her up but got mesmerized by seeing her sleeping so peacefully. Her petal-like eyes, small and chubby nose and lips that were slightly parted, made him chuckle a bit…

‘cute…’ he thought and forwarded his hand to shake her slightly but he stopped thinking something. Taking back his hand, he cleared his throat and said in a soft voice “sana…”

She immediately opened her eyes and sat straight saying “yes…”

Yoongi was taken aback for a sec but composed himself and said “we reached home…”

Sana nodded slightly and got down from car. As her gown was heavy, yoongi offered to help but she denied and started walking behind him. Two-three steps ahead and she got disbalanced. She was about to fall front when yoongi immediately held her wrist, preventing her.

“told you let me help…” without listening anything, he lifted her in his arms and took her inside. Sana’s breath hitched feeling this and she said in a low voice “I can manage…”

“yeah I saw that…” he said making her shut.

He brought her in the room and made her sit on the bed.

“You can go and fresh… I will change in another room… you luggage came here and if anything is needed, you can say me…”

She slightly nodded and he left to another room. As soon as he left from the room, tears started forming her eyes. She immediately rushed to washroom and closed the door. Keeping hand on her mouth, she cried out silently.

On the other side, yoongi was getting confused on her behaviour. He noticed how she was getting scared, nervous and uncomfortable on his actions, but didn’t object anything as if she is scared that something might happen coz of objection.

‘why do I feel she is hiding something… or is it a forced marriage from her side…’

After sometime, yoongi came in the room and his breath hitched seeing sana sitting on the bed in black, almost transparent lingerie which was exposing her cleavage and thighs. Her hairs were still a bit wet and she was looking down while breathing unevenly.

Yoongi started coming towards her making her more nervous but a voice was continuously echoing her mind ‘you should have sex on the first night…’ That is why, she was trying hard not to show her fear and nervousness. Yoongi sat next to her and said “what is all this sana…”

Sana composed herself and said slowly “it’s our first night… so… “

“So what…”

Sana closed her eyes tightly not wanting tears to come out and said “we should have sex…”

Soon, she felt yoongi holding her hand but she didn’t open her eyes. He saw that and said “look at me sana…”

She immediately looked at him and he asked “are you really ready for it…”

She wanted to deny but nodded. He pulled her by her waist towards him and said “you sure…”

Sana looked down but didn’t say anything. He lifted her chin and said “your eyes and body language don’t match… the day they will… I will make love with you… you don’t have to force yourself for anything… okay…”

Sana was about to nod when he said “and one more thing… It would be more okay if you use words…”

Sana understood and said “okay…”

Yoongi smiled and said “now go and wear something comfortable… its getting pretty late… we should sleep soon…”

“Okay…” she said and went to change…

Yoongi saw her going to washroom. He noticed her expressionless face but her eyes… they were telling a lot and he thought ‘there is surely something that I need to find out…’

FEW DAYS LATER

Yoongi and sana were coming close as friends. Sana’s nervousness was decreasing around him and she was trying to get comfortable. Yoongi, too, was trying his level best to make her feel safe and comfortable around him. Also, he was trying to find out about her past. But, to his surprise, he could not find anything. As sana was home-schooled, she didn’t have friends and also, she graduated through online university. She never attended any party and also was inactive on social media.

One fine afternoon, sana was watching a K-drama when she heard doorbell. She looked at the clock and thought ‘who can it be at this time… coz yoongi always comes home after 7…’

Thinking this, she went to open the door but was shocked seeing the person. Her hands started to shake a bit and face became pale a bit. The other person smirked seeing this and said “hey…”

“M…Mom…” sana uttered.

“Won’t you let me in?” She raised her brows and sana immediately sided herself, letting her in.

Her mother, actually stepmother, came inside and sat on the couch. Sana hurriedly bought water for her and gave it; her eyes were down throughout. Her mother took the glass and said “are you not cleaning the home or what? What is all this mess on the table?”

Sana’s eyes widened realizing the chips and chocolate packets were on the table. Being with yoongi, her lifestyle changed to a certain extent and she started enjoying herself a bit. That is why, she used to care a little less about cleaning and all.

“I… I will… clean…” She said and started cleaning the table.

“hmmm… quick…”

After a while, sana served snacks to her.

“Did you guys have sex?” She asked. Sana’s breath became a bit heavy… she wanted to lie but she knew the consequences so she shook her head. Her mother got angry and asked “why? Why you didn’t huh…?”

Sana couldn’t say anything, which made her angrier. She pulled sana’s ear and said “even after me saying it, you didn’t… “

“ahhh… mom… it’s hurting… leave…” sana said while trying to be free.

Her mother pushed her a bit and she landed on the couch nearby.

“Shameless girl… not even able to seduce your own husband… you really are good for nothing… I thought at least you will be able to do wife duties but no… disgusting… only a burden…”

Her mother was ranting on badly and she was just listening to it while sobbing silently. Suddenly, she felt her throat being grabbed by her mother.

“ahhh… mom….” Words were not coming out of her mouth as she felt the grip being tightened…

“If I didn’t hear that you had sex with him till tomorrow… you know what I can do… don’t you…” Saying that, she jerked her and sana coughed catching her breath…

………………………………………

Yoongi came in the house using spare key as sana didn’t open the door even after ringing the doorbell continuously. Yoongi got worried sensing her absence in the living area as well as in the kitchen. He dialed her number but she didn’t answer, making him more worried. Searching for her, he went towards their room but as soon as he opened the door, his eyes got widen…

The room was decorated beautifully with rose petals and scented candles, giving the romantic and cozy vibes. Before he could call out, he heard her voice coming from his backside.

“hey…”

Yoongi turned and his heart skipped a bit seeing her in red short dress, which were perfectly fitting her body. For the first time, he saw she did bold makeup with blood-red lipstick and she was looking too sexy. Her hair, sided to a side, exposing her neck and her cleavage… damn. Yoongi gulped visibly when she started coming towards him.

Sana was hell scared from inside but she tried her best not to show on the face. Taking small steps towards him, she encircled her arms on his neck, leaving him stunned a bit. She smiled softly and said “you are looking really handsome yoongi…”

Yoongi (Still in daze) “sana… wha…”

“Ssshhh….” She shushed him by placing her finger on his lips “no talking tonight…”

Yoongi was standing still. He wanted to embrace and feel her every inch but there was something stopping him. He was trying to look in her eyes but she was not making a proper eye-contact with him. Now also, when she kept her hands on him, he could feel her hesitant and fearful moves.

“sana… look at me…” he said but instead, she took his hand and kept on her waist.

“tonight… we will look at each other nicely…” she whispered in his ears.

All these things were making yoongi a bit weak. Even though he was hesitant, as soon as his hands came in contact with her waist, he grabbed them gently, pulling her in his embrace.

“you are making me lose my control and do something unholy to you…” yoongi whispered on her neck.

“do it then…” sana said after gathering all her remaining courage.

“fuck it…” yoongi said and pulled her more close. He started placing wet kisses all over her neck while his one hand went towards her ass pressing it lightly.

“damn you are sexy…” he commented while biting her soft skin. At an instant, he turned and back hugged her, while his lips were not leaving her neck. His hand, slowly, started going up and he softly grabbed her breasts and another one started going down…

Here, sana was feeling very uncomfortable with all this but she had no choice. She was letting everything happen while closing her eyes and a voice was coming in her head…

‘you can’t even satisfy me you witch… don’t you know the wife duties… ‘

‘please… its hurting me….’

‘then bear it….’

Sana’s eyes got opened in a snap when she felt his fingers on her clit and automatically tears started coming from them and she held his hand a bit tightly. Yoongi thought she is in pleasure and he took her in his arms, gently lying her on bed and started removing his shirt. Sana was looking down all the time and yoongi smiled feeling she might be shy. He sat on bed beside her and took her hand. Placing soft kisses on them, he trailed his kiss all over her arms.

Sana was not making any movement which made him confuse a bit but he shrugged off thinking she might be nervous. He hovered her and looked at her lips. Caressing them with his thumb, he asked in a husky voice “can i?”

Sana just nodded and he leaned a bit close, making her clutch the bedsheet tightly. He was an inch away when he noticed… a tear escaping her eyes. Her forehead, where sweat was covered indicating her fear and her quivering lips. Her body was stiff and he understood…

Here sana felt the weight getting lifted over her and she looked at him. Seeing him sitting on bed beside her, she also got up and asked “wh… what happened…”

“you are not ready for this sana… then why you are doing all this…” he said which made her shocked. Before she could say anything, he said “go and wear something comfortable…”

He got up and was about to leave when she held his hand and said “no… don’t go… I am ready…”

Yoongi signed and said “sana…”

She cut him off saying a bit loudly “you can’t go like this… we need to have sex… understood…”

Yoongi was stunned and he immediately turned towards her…

Sana stood in front of him and said while crying a bit “sorry for yelling but we need to do it… we have to… and I am ready… please have sex with me… please… I beg you…”

Sana touched his feet and continued “please yoongi… please…”

Yoongi immediately held her arms and pulled her saying “what are you doing sana… have you gone crazy…”

“yes I have… and if you won’t… I… I…”

She came out of his grip and opened a drawer. Taking blade from it, she kept on her wrist saying “I will kill myself…”

Yoongi was too stunned to speak anything but seeing the blade in her hand, he got too much scared. But he calmed himself a bit and said sweetly “okay… okay… we will have sex… come here… come to me sana…”

Sana smiled while crying and came towards him. Yoongi hugged her close and so did she. Taking a chance, he took blade from her hand and threw it outside the window. He signed in relief and pulled out from hug saying “what happened to you sana…”

Sana started crying loudly and said “why you are not understanding that I need to have sex with you… why… why… just why…”

She started yelling and throwing things here and there in the room. Yoongi tried to control her by back hugging but she was wiggling badly. Somehow, he managed to put her in bed and she slowly started sleeping but was mumbling continuously “please yoongi… have sex with me… please….”

He made her sleep and cleaned room a bit. After that, he went to balcony and stood there. A lone tear escaped his eyes as the thing happened a while ago started flashing in front of him. Her face, crying and begging for sex, as if she was being forced to do this…

“I need to find out before things go out of hand…”

…………………….

Next morning, sana opened her eyes when she felt sunrays on them. She slowly got up and saw the time…

“9 AM… shit…”

She started panicking a bit as she was late and she had to make breakfast for him but she got startled when she heard…

“Good morning…”

She looked in the direction of voice and was surprised to see yoongi standing with food tray. Smiling lightly, he came towards her and kept breakfast on side table.

“I am sorry I…”

“It’s okay…” he cut her off and continued “anyways… I took a day off from office… so chill…”

Sana (confused) “why…”

Yoongi caressed her cheek gently saying “just like that… and anyways… I am CEO… if any important meeting will be there, I can attend online… so I thought why not to spend some time with my wife…”

Sana gulped and said “yoongi… I am sorry for yesterday…”

Yoongi patted her head and said “just forget it… and please don’t take any load… nothing happened yesterday okay… just relax…”

Sana smiled lightly and he continued “now have your breakfast… I will come in a while…”

He left from the room and sana thought ‘he didn’t even mention anything about yesterday… I did a lot of crazy stuff but he is not even questioning me… why are you so nice yoongi… you are making me trust again… and I think… I am falling for you… but… what will I say to mom now….’ Her eyes widened at realisation and again her breath became heavy…

“what if she comes to know….” As soon as she said that, her phone started ringing. She saw that her mom is calling and she immediately got down the bed. The phone stopped but again started ringing, making her keep both the hands on her ear. Unable to bear the sound, she ran from the room.

She rushed to the kitchen area and saw yoongi standing there, probably making juice. She increased her pace and back-hugged him. Soon enough, she sensed a relief and comfort gushing inside feeling his warmth.

Here, yoongi was a bit stunned sensing her embrace but it didn’t take him much time to notice that she was shivering and breathing heavily. He turned and carefully pulled her in comforting hug. He could hear her sobs and caressed her hair saying sweet words to her.

After a while, he made her sit on sofa and started feeding her breakfast. There were lots of questions in his mind but right now, her health and comfort mattered more. So, he was calming and relaxing her. Sana also got a bit relaxed. She was about to say something when his phone rang…

Yoongi saw that sana’s mother was calling him. He picked up and said “hi mom…”

S/M “hi son… how are you…”

Yoongi “I am fine mom… you?”

S/M “ I am also good… actually I was trying sana but she is not picking my phone…”

Yoongi looked at sana who was looking down and understood that she is not in a state of speaking, so he said “actually mom… she is a bit unwell… so that’s why she is taking rest…”

Sana looked at him when he said that…

“Okay… bye mom take care…” he ended the call and looked at sana saying “you take rest… I’ll get the juice…”

He was about to get up when sana said “you don’t have anything to ask me?”

Yoongi looked at her and said while smiling “I do have… but I know you are not comfortable enough to share that with me… but I’ll try my level best to make you feel safe around me and trust me so that you yourself can tell…” he softly pecked her forehead and went to kitchen…

Sana closed her eyes and tear escaped her eyes….

‘I am not used to so much love and affection yoongi… you are making me feel really special… I hope I will get courage to open up in front of you…’

………………………………………………………

One eve, Sana’s family invited sana and yoongi for family dinner. She didn’t want to go but she knew the consequences of refusing, so she agreed for it. She was almost ready when she felt yoongi’s presence in the room. She turned to him and got lost in him. He was wearing jet black blazer, with pastel blue colour shirt underneath and was looking breathtaking.

He smiled and came towards her saying “you are looking pretty…”

Sana blushed a bit and said “thanks… you are also looking handsome…”

His smile widened hearing this as it was the first time, she complemented him.

“I… I… got something for you…” He said hesitantly and forwarded a pendant box.

Sana smiled seeing single diamond pendant and said “its beautiful…”

“Can you wear it today?” he asked…

She smiled and turned. Siding her hair, she said “help me to wear it…”

Yoongi smiled as he felt she was getting comfortable around him. He took the pendant and made her wear it. In the process, his hand slightly bushed her back, giving a tingly feeling to her for the first time.

“Now its looking more beautiful…”

He commented which made her blush. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she said “shall we leave?”

Yoongi nodded and they both headed towards sana’s house.

Upon reaching there, sana’s eyes automatically went down seeing her parents. Yoongi noticed it and he could feel the same tension in sana as that night. He gently held her hand as if he is assuring his presence to her…

S/M “Sana dear… yoongi son… come… come inside…”

They headed towards the living room and yoongi sat on the couch, but sana was still standing, making yoongi confused. Before he could say anything, S/M laughed a bit and said “sana… no need to be shy anymore dear… sit beside yoongi…”

Without saying anything, sana sat beside yoongi.

He gently held her asked and whispered “you okay?”

Sana looked at him and felt a bit okay. So, she nodded and they continued talking. Precisely, yoongi and sana’s parents. Sana was silent throughout and was not even looking up, which didn’t get unnoticed by him.

“Come on sana… let’s set the table…” S/M said and sana went with her. Yoongi wanted to stop her as he sensed she is not okay, but her father engaged him in another conversation. Still, yoongi was looking at her from time to time…

After the dinner, yoongi and sana were driving back but sana was unusually silent. Her mind was still on the talk she had with her mother while setting the table…

“I can see you both got along well, right?”

Sana nodded

“It’s time I think….”

Sana “For what mom?”

S/M smiled and lifted her chin. She was aware of yoongi’s glances therefore she was smiling sweetly to sana.

“The papers are ready… all you have to do is get his sign and his property will be ours….”

Sana took steps back and shook her head saying “I can’t do this mom….”

S/M’s blood boiled but she maintained the smile. Holding her hand gently yet firmly, she took her towards the corner where yoongi can’t see…

“You bitch… are you forgetting for what we married you off to him huh…”

Her grip was sooo tight on sana’s wrist that she almost yelped. Her mom took knife and said “get it signed, else you know… I will kill him… (whispering) just like I killed her….”

“Sana….”

Yoongi’s voice brought her back to reality and she noticed that they reached home. Signing slightly, she got down the car followed by him. They entered their room and yoongi said “you go and freshen up… I will use the other washroom…”

Sana just nodded and he went towards guest room to change. Sana took out the papers her mother kept in the bag and then started thinking whether she should or not… but her mom’s words came in her head…

I will kill him… (whispering) just like I killed her….

Sana jerked her head and sat on bed, thinking deeply. Within ten minutes, yoongi came in the room and saw her sitting in same clothes and some papers were there in her hand.

“you didn’t change yet…”

His words broke her thought and she said “yeah… just going… but before that…”

She got up and slowly came towards him. Looking down, she said “can you sign these papers?”

Yoongi took the papers and went towards the table. Taking a pen, he was about to sign the papers when sana came hurriedly, took the papers and tore them; leaving him shocked…

“Sana…” He got more shocked seeing her in tears.

Sana grabbed his arms and said “why… why the hell you trust me this much… you didn’t even see what was written on the paper and started signing it… huh…”

Yoongi held her hand, which was on his arms, and said “I trust you sana… even if you tell me to sign my death warrant, I’ll do it for you… because I love you…”

“No… you should not love me… no….”

Sana broke into loud sobs and sat on the bed. Yoongi came near her and kneeled down. Keeping his head on her lap, he started caressing her hand to calm her down. After sometime, he sensed her sobs got lightened and he said “let it out sana… please… let me heal you…”

Sana caressed her hair gently and said “I am willing to ger healed yoongi… please take me out from this mess…”

Yoongi held her hand and she continued “my father always wanted a boy… as an heir… and after I was born, he was never happy… as doctor also said that my mother won’t be able to carry a second child. He never loved me yoongi, not even a bit and he used to release all his frustration on my mother. I was a child then, I didn’t understand, but with time, I could figure out that he used to beat my mother and used to rape her daily. I used to be in another room, keeping my mouth shut and listening to my mother’s cry every night…”

Sana chocked on her tears and yoongi immediately bought a glass of water for her. She gulped it down in a go and yoongi sat opposite to her, side hugging and caressing her arms.

“one day, when I finished my online class, I came to kitchen…. I saw my mother lying unconscious. I tried to wake her but she was not responding. I started crying and called my father. He didn’t pick my calls at first but after my continuous calling, he picked and I told him about mother. He simply said ‘so what’ and cut the call… I couldn’t understand anything, I was 7 that time… my father came home after 4 hours and till then, my mother was no more. He didn’t even look at her, nor at me… he just called the ambulance and said to take the dead body… I started crying hearing him but he dragged me to room and closed it…”

Yoongi was in tears listening this and she continued “5 days… I was in that room… scared… alone… not even had anything to eat. I passed out of dehydration and when I opened my eyes, I saw a lady, who was caressing my hair and I was in my room… I got to know that my father married again and she was my mom. I got happy a bit but it didn’t last long…. She is very strict… gave me only one meal per day and gave me worst punishments if I do anything wrong… sometimes beating, burning my skin or calling her brother… who used to touch me…”

Yoongi’s hand turned into fist hearing this. He so wanted to kill her so called parents but right now, he knew she needed him…

“She inculcated in my mind that I am a servant… I should listen to what ever they say… I need to be dutiful wife and satisfy my husband… when I got your marriage proposal, she told me to have sex with you first so that I can gain your trust and then get your property. I tried to appose a bit but she threatened me and told me that she can do anything to me, like she did to my mother… she told me that she killed my mother… she… she…:”

Sana started crying badly and yoongi hugged her. His eyes were also full of tears and he said “I swear on you sana… I will make your parents pay every penny of what they did… they are not gonna escape… trust me… your mother and you will get justice…”

Sana hugged him back tightly and she felt so much relief telling everything to him.

Yoongi kept his promise and got justice for her. It took almost two months but he was always there, standing by her side, giving her courage and motivation to speak against her family. Even after this, yoongi started training her so that she can join his company and be outspoken a bit. Sana was so grateful to have such a loving and caring partner.

Few months later

It was their first anniversary and sana took leave from office. She wanted to decorate the house on her own and surprise yoongi.

While baking cake, she thought ‘today is the happiest day of my life… I’ll confess to him that I love him and… and ready for him…’

By thinking this only, she blushed to the core. Even though she became a bit cold and confident, she was the same shy girl in front of him. She heard his car horn and understood he came back from office. Looking at herself for the last time in mirror, she smiled widely and went to open the door.

As soon as yoongi entered, he was engulfed in a tight hug by her. He smiled and wrapped his arms around saying “happy anniversary love…”

“Happy anniversary to you too…”

They broke the hug and sana took his bag. Keeping it at it’s place, sana said “go and freshen up, till then I’ll set the table…”

Yoongi pecked her forehead and went to change. Here, sana set the table with candle light and placed the cake she baked. In some time, yoongi came and was mesmerised seeing all the things she did. Sana was standing, waiting for him to come and cut the cake together.

After cake cutting, sana said “yoongi…”

“yeah…”

Sana “I want to give you a small gift…”

Yoongi smiled and asked “what…”

“I love you…”

Saying that, she gently held his shirt sleeve and pulled him, crashing her lips on him. Yoongi stumbled a bit but froze feeling her lips on him… he was not able to believe what’s happening but she bit his lips, bringing him to reality. As soon as he came in his sense, he responded. Sucking on her upper lips, he pulled her by waist. Sana encircled her arms on his neck and her one hand went in his hair, massaging gently. Both were feeling euphoric in the moment and they continued kissing till they were breathless…

When they pulled out, both were breathing heavily, but yoongi was still not satisfied.

“I love you too sana…”

He inhaled sharply and again kissed her saying that… this time, a bit roughly and she also tried to follow his pace. Both were devouring each other’s lips and yoongi pinned her to wall, deepening the kiss…

They parted while catching for breath and he joined his forehead with hers…

“Sana… I won’t be able to control myself anymore…” He said while looking at her…

Sana smiled and made an eye-contact with him saying “me too…”

That’s what he wanted…. Her eyes and smile said it all…

“Will you allow me… the way I want to make you feel?” he asked while roaming his hand around her neck. Shivers ran down her spine sensing his sensual touches and she nodded…

“I will not stop you today yoongi coz I also want the same… I want to feel like I am yours…” she said and pecked his cheeks…

Yoongi picked her in his arms and said “then dinner later…”

Sana’s heartbeat increased sensing what was coming next but she was equally excited for it. Yoongi took her in the room and dropped her on the couch, leaving her a bit confused. She saw him going towards cupboard and taking out something…

“yoon…” she whispered slowly

Yoongi sensed her uneasiness and came towards her. Caressing her hair, he asked “do you trust me?”

“More than myself…” she said while relaxing a bit under his touch…

Yoongi smiled and said “then wear this and stand up…”

Sana looked at his hand and was surprised seeing blindfold. She gulped the lump in her throat and wore that. She stood up while taking his support and he said “you sure you are ready na…”

Sana smiled and nodded saying “yes love… I am ready…”

She sensed him coming and standing at her back and his breath was fanning her neck, giving her goosebumps. Yoongi sided her hair and slowly touched her back with the back of his hand. She clutched her dress feeling his hand on the zipper of her dress.

Sana was feeling shy, nervous and excited at the same time and soon enough, she felt her dress getting off her body and a small gasp escaped her mouth.

Yoongi kept his both hand on her shoulders, slowly turning her towards him and her heartbeat increased. This is the first time she was being naked in front of anyone and she was shivering and breathing unevenly...

Yoongi understood and left her shoulders. He removed his coat and shirt along with pants. Gently holding her hand, he kept it on his chest, making her feel his heartbeat which was equally fast...

"I am also nervous sana... It's my first time too..." He confessed. Sensing his heartbeat and the fact that he was also naked, was making her shyer...

Yoongi encircled her waist and pulled her a bit by her waist… his lips landed on her breasts... making her moan his name...

"Yoongiahhh... "

"Say it again and again jagiya... It's sounds so sweet from your mouth... " Yoongi said while gently licking her nipples. Taking in his mouth, he started sucking her breasts, slowly, like a baby... and his one hand was pressing her ass in same rhythm...

Sana's grip on his shoulder tightened and she arched in pleasure feeling his love... He nibbled on her nipples and bit them, making her scream a bit.

“ahh… idiot…” she scolded him playfully and he chuckled…

"Follow me... " He said and took her towards the couch. He made her sit on the couch in opposite position…

"Kneel down... " He whispered in her ears making her shiver a bit. She knelt like her legs were on couch and she was holding the couch head from both hands... yoongi sat on the floor below her and kept his head on the couch, between her legs…

"Now feel... " He said...

Soon, sana felt his hand on her thighs and his tongue on her inner thighs...

"Ahhh... What... What you're doing love... " She asked while panting...

"Making you feel my love... " He said as he started licking her inner thighs, softly kissing them. She bit her lips feeling his sensual kisses...

"Sit on my face darling... " He said.

Sana was scared a bit but did as he said. Slowly sitting on him, she balanced herself. He gripped her legs and pulled a bit close...

"Fuck Sana... You are sooo wet, already throbbing for me... Shit... " He grazed his tongue up and down on her soft pussy folds and then took her clit in his mouth. Slowly, he started sucking and licking it...

"Ohhh yoongi... Ahhh... " She moaned feeling this. Unexplainable pleasure rushed her body by his sucks and licks. Here, yoongi was busy tasting her...

"You are so sweet sana... You little cunt is making me crazy... fuck... It's worth waiting for you my love... " He said and inserted his tongue in her vagina, thrusting it forth and back...

"Damn this feels so good... Mmm... " She gripped the couch tighter...

"Can you grind me... " He asked in between...

"Ah... Wh... What's that... " She said while catching her breath...

Yoongi smirked and said "don't worry I'll do it myself... Just don't lose balance... "

He grabbed her hips and slowly started grinding her on his tongue, licking and sucking with each thrust... Her moans filled every corner of the room and she started feeling something building up...

"Babe... So… Something... Is happening... Ahhhh... "

Yoongi understood and said "let it happen... cum on my face... damn I waited so long for this... " He increased her grinding on him and his tongue fuck... making her lose control...

"Fuckkkk... " She screamed and the knot in her stomach opened, cuming straight on his face...

Yoongi was gripping her tight while tasting her to the core. He flicked her tongue on her clit making her feel pleasure throughout her cum.

After he was done, he cleaned her and his face. Gently pulling her, he made her sit on his lap. Opening her blindfold, he kissed her forehead asking "you okay?"

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him lovingly. Caressing his cheek, she said "more than okay... It was... Great... "

Hey eyes automatically started scanning his hot and buff body and she blushed to the core looking at his member which was standing hard. Yoongi noticed it and smirked...

Taking her hand, he asked "do you wanna feel it? "

Sana nodded a bit and he kept her hand on his member. She gasped and looked at him saying "why it's hard and hot? "

Yoongi laughed a bit and caressed her hair saying "my innocent wife, when I get high, it becomes like this and it needs something to get back to normal... "

Sana understood his words and gripped his member. She asked hesitantly "so if I'll touch it more, it'll become harder? "

"Ahhh... Exactly... " He moaned...

Sana leaned a bit and kissed his neck saying "you really think I'm that much innocent love... " She bit his soft skin and started sucking it, leaving her marks on him...

Yoongi closed his eyes tightly and gripped her waist, pulling closer...

"Prove it then... " He whispered in her ears and she smirked a bit. Gently tracing her kiss towards his chest, she started massaging his member, making him feel heaven...

"Your touches are driving me crazyyy sana... " He moaned as she flicked her tongue on his nipples. In the process, she slid down the foreskin and roamed her thumb on his tip, which was already leaking...

"Ohhh damnnn sana... "

She smiled and asked "enjoying love... "

He nodded while biting his lips...

"I want to ride you daddy... " She said seductively in his ears and he grabbed her breasts asking "where... couch or bed? "

Sana pecked his lips saying "bathtub... "

He raised his eyebrows hearing this and she blushed while looking down...

"I... actually prepared something... " She said while looking down.

He gently lifted her chin and pecked her nose saying "won't you show it to me love? "

Sana stood up and asked for his hand. He smiled and kept his hand on her, following her way. She took him in bathroom and he was mesmerized seeing the decoration there. Bathtub was filled with rose petals and scented candles were on the side, making the environment more romantic.

"Wow... " He whispered seeing all these making her smile proudly. He looked at her and smirked while going inside the bathtub.

Sana looked down and smiled slightly but his voice started her...

"Eyes on me darling... " He winked and forwarded his hand. She blushed and lifted her chin, looking at his body which was looking sexier in bathtub. She placed her hand on him and slowly entered the bathtub...

Taking shower gel in loaf, he started applying it all over her body while massaging the pleasure points slightly, making her moan...

He came close and kissed her passionately. Sana too responded while pulling him and deepening the kiss. He inserted his tongue in her mouth, exploring every corner while his hand was pressing her breast and ass, increasing pleasure and moan for both.

"You ready?” He asked to which she nodded.

Yoongi spread his leg wide and said " Come and sit, I'll adjust you... "

Sana nodded but she was a bit nervous. He sensed that and caressed her hand saying "I'll be very gentle love... trust me... "

The nervousness in her got replaced by shyness and red tint appeared on her cheeks. Yoongi smiled seeing that and bit her cheeks a bit saying "they are looking like an apple; I feel like biting these soft cheeks... "

This made her blush more and she hit his arm playfully. She kept her leg on either side of his and he took his finger, running all over her clit to find that hole...

Upon getting it, he put his finger inside slowly and pulled it out making her gasp...

"Felt good?" He asked and continued fingering her...

"Ahh... Yes... Shit... Damm fucking good... " She breathed out...

He whispered over her lips "then think how good my member will feel inside... "

Saying that, he gripped her hips and pulled her down, simultaneously stroking up, inserting him inside her...

"Fuckkk... " She screamed feeling him...

"Please take it out... It's paining yoongi... " She cried...

Yoongi wiped her tears and kissed her neck saying "don't worry babe... the pain is only for a minute... relax... I promise it'll get replaced with pleasure very soon... chill... "

Sana hugged him by shoulder tightly and nodded while sniffing. He was patting her hear and saying sweet words to her along with thrusting gently to make her adjust...

Soon enough, he heard her moan and smirked "how about now... still paining... "

"Ahh... no... this feeling is so new... ahhh…" She moaned and he started thrusting a bit fast...

"Yes yes... faster... fuck... "

Yoongi was thrusting and then he hit the spot... that g-spot and she moaned his name loudly...

"Got it" He said and he was about to thrust more when she said "wait... "

Yoongi (confused) "what happened love... "

"You relax... let me take control... "

Saying this, she started bouncing on his member, making him grip on her hips tight and moan...

"Damn this feels heaven... " He closed his eyes feeling his dick going in and coming out of her cunt.

He opened her eyes and the view in front made him higher, her tender breasts bouncing near his face as if inviting him to give attention...

He immediately grabbed them and took one in mouth, while playing with the other.

“Ahh fuckk yoongi… soo… sooo good babe….”

Both of them were drowned in pleasure forgetting about everything...

After the session, yoongi wrapped her and him in towel and picked her in arms. Both had their dinner in the room only while feeding each other. After that, he layed her on bed and caressed her cheek asking "you okay na... Is it paining?"

She smiled and kissed his palm, which was on her cheek, and said "it's not paining at all love... I am all fine... "

Yoongi laid beside her and opened her towel...

Sana (confused) "what... "

Yoongi rested his head on her one breast and kept his hand on another saying "what... It's my pillow from now on... " and closed his eyes...

Sana chuckled and wrapped blanked on them while caressing his hair...

"Good night sweetie... "She pecked the top of his head and continued "I love you... "

Yoongi snuggled more in her and said "hmm… Me too... "

...

#bts suga smut #bts x reader #bts yoongi #young adult #suga bias #bts fluff #bts smut

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sidebaxolotl · 5 months

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I have a question for you if you wouldn’t mind answering. I’m a lesbian and I’ve been considering turning to religion and being side b, but my main question is why would God want me to suffer this much? Why would He let me date my girlfriend for 3 years, all of which has been blissfully happy and feels totally right and good, if He really wants me to give it all up and break both of our hearts? It doesn’t feel like sin to me. We didn’t even sleep with each other until we’d been together for a year because I found it very hard to get over my shame and they waited for me the entire time. Isn’t there that verse about the fruit something brings? Being a lesbian has brought nothing but joy into my life. In fact, the only suffering it’s caused me is when I used to try to be side b. I don’t see why God would want that for me if He allowed me to be made a lesbian.

And to be honest, it seems like most of the side b people I know struggle a lot with being side b, like it doesn’t come naturally to them. I wonder how you reconcile that difficulty and pain with believing that a good God would want this for you. You could make the argument that Satan wants you to suffer and is causing your temptation, but if that’s the case why doesn’t God just fix it, if He’s all powerful? Maybe He wants me to have free will, but I’ve asked Him countless times to make me straight so it’s not like I want to be gay.

Anyway, sorry for the rant. I just find this sort of thing really hard to wrap my head around, but I want there to be a good answer that I can hold on to.

Hey friend! To be honest I do understand where you're coming from. My relationship with my ex was one of the most wonderful things ive ever felt, and it did feel right and very good, unlike a lot of the sin in my life. Even now I struggle sometimes to reconcile that and I know if things hadn't ended so badly I'd be in your situation right now. I also prayed many times that God would make me straight (and for a while I thought it worked lmao). For a long time after The Breakup I struggled really hard with what to do, i was struggling with lesbian erotica/fandom content, wondering what to do with my faith, wondering if I should force myself to marry a man, crying out to God to curse Him or blame Him for my situation, for taking her away from me, etc. I fell into a very deep depression and was very close to unaliving myself over it (and other things). I had to go on medication for an extended period of time because I did not want to live. It was a really rough time in my life and I'm glad despite all the things that I said and did out of grief that I made it out of that period of my life with my relationship to God in tact. Letting go of sin, particularly sexuality related sin can be really hard because sin doesn't always feel bad. A lot of sin does and has immediate consequences, which makes it particularly easy to avoid/stop doing but a lot of it doesn't. We live in a world where sin has permeated the deepest reaches of our universe and our own bodies. Our own judgement apart from Christ cannot always be trusted:

"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?" Jeremiah 17:9

So it might not feel bad or wrong(it still doesn't feel that way to me personally), but we know God is objectively good and knows what is best, so if He says its bad, then its bad. There are reasons for this, but that's beyond the scope of this post so maybe another time. What I will also say though, is that the Christian life is hard in general and suffering is guaranteed. The apostles suffered--many of them endured gruesome deaths for the sake of the gospel, and even Jesus, the author and sustainer of our faith was abandoned by his friends and made to unjustly die on a cross with common criminals. If the son of God, the prince of peace, could not escape this fate then neither will we. This particular passage comes to mind:

"But if when you do good and suffer for it you endure, this is a gracious thing in the sight of God. For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so that you might follow in his steps" 1 Peter 2

The thing about Christian suffering is that none of it is meaningless. Because of God's grace and mercy He can use something that was never meant to exist (suffering and pain) and use it to bring us closer to Him and help build us into the people we should be, emulating God's character and love. These are some verses about suffering in regards to faith that I've found particularly helpful or enlightening:

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal" 2 Cor 4:16-18 "Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything" James 1:2-4

And as Christians we know for sure our suffering is not eternal. When we shed this mortal coil we will never feel the sting of sin ever again. And when the New heavens and the New earth are brought to fruition we will experience life as it always was supposed to be. And even now my life isn't just suffering. I'm doing very well now. I'm no longer depressed, I'm off medication (with doctor approval). I genuinely love my life. I'm super satisfied with being single, i freaking love it honestly lol. And my relationship with God is stronger than its ever been. Being side b isn't always easy but it really is not a death sentence devoid of happiness either!

#if u need to talk or send more asks im all ears!!#prayin for ya anon!#answers #side b ssa #side b

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adobe-outdesign · 1 year

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Thoughts on Goldengo? Gimigoul's evo (sorry if I spelled anything wrong!)

Gholdengo has proven to be one of the most divisive Pokemon from this generation. It's one of those love it or hate it 'mons; while lots of people like it, others feel like it looks too much like a mascot and/or a wacky waving inflatable tube man. Which, to be fair, is objectively right. Less objectively, however: I love them.

This thing is simply the definition of friend-shaped. It's a silly surfer dude with a fanny pack that makes friends with everyone and knows how to do sick kickflips. It literally has a page decided to it on Know Your Meme. I simply cannot, nay, will not say they're a bad Pokemon because they're just too inherently likable for me to take any issue with them.

Plus, on a slightly more serious note, I think it's genuinely cool that it's Pokemon #1000 and you evolve it by collecting 999 coins. Likewise, its body being made of coins is interesting from a biology aspect; it sheds the coins when battling to avoid taking damage (or to inflict damage depending on its m.o.), can use the coins to shapeshift itself a surfboard, and has an ability that reflects it being an object-mon. I also think it's neat how it greedily obsessives over coins as a Gimmighoul, then becomes super chill once it's successfully evolved.

However, as much as I enjoy the string cheese man, I can agree that there are some odd aspects about this direction. For example, Gimmighoul is kind of an inverse chest mimic; instead of the chest itself being a monster, the chest contains a monster. But by the time it evolves, any mimic angle is lost with Gholdengo. Even the chest itself is regulated to being a fanny pack, which while funny, does raise a lot of questions about proportional sizing (the chest is a bit less than a foot long judging by Gimmighoul's height, but Gholdengo is only about 4"; so the chest should be 1/4 its size, yet it's absolutely tiny).

It's also a bit odd that all horror angles were lost with it. Gimmighoul is ever-so-slightly eerie, what with it mind-controlling people and draining their life force. I like that Gholdengo is chill, but it does feel a little jarring. (I joked when it came out that it was funny to think that the promo short story they did with the girl collecting coins would've ended with her seeing a Gholdengo peacing out and skateboarding away had she just turned around.)

Anyway, the point is: this mans is delightful and one of my personal Gen 9 favorites. However, I can objectively agree that it's a bit tonally dissonant from its pre-evo. In that respect, a regional or split evo could be a potentially interesting angle that might satisfy those looking for more of a traditional mimic. In the meantime, however, we at least get to enjoy this silly man in all his silliness.

Radical.

#gholdengo #gimmighoul #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon reviews #this guy has def wormed his way into my top 10 all time favs I think #I also have a regional in mind that I'll be drawing sometime soonish

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 22 days

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Climb the Walls

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, scared boys, cursing, threats, back stabbing, pissed boss bitch Kells, Dom trying to be comforting, teasing, guns, drinking (not Kells), breaking things, insults, mentions of people as objects, trying to save their people, lost boys, hurt/comfort, past abuse, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

“I have no idea what happened! I just went home for the night and when I came back bright and early they were all gone!” The Doctor was shaking where she had sat on their couch since she arrived about an hour before. The moment the couple realized their friend probably wasn't safe they told her to pack her shit and drive over with her wife. Colson was putting her up in the apartment they'd planned to move Dom and Tom into. He owned the top few floors of the Four Seasons so it was a safe house of sorts. She'd been a mess when she arrived with Dorothy in tow, the female Alpha apprehensive and anxious behind her mate. She and Kells had become friends too over the years but an Alpha was an Alpha, even a good one, and none of them liked to ask for help.

The Doc was fighting back tears every time she spoke. She'd come from a bad home like most omegas but had been able to fight her way through medical school and had been part of Col’s family for almost twenty years. She hated that someone found her place of work, they'd been so careful to hide the makeshift hospital. It was their raison d’être to save as many omegas like themselves as possible and to lose even one was a punch to the gut, but ten?

“It's not your fault Doc. You know that. I don't blame you. I'm just glad you fucking texted us and got out.” Colson tried to keep his voice reassuring but he knew he was almost to his limit on stress. He didn't want to cry in front of anyone but he felt his eyes burn when he thought about his people. Because they were that, every person he saved was his. Some moved on to new lives far away but they always knew they could call him. It broke something inside him that anyone would screw with what was his.

“I should have stayed. What if they just went out for food and now they're waiting for me?” She asked but they all knew it wasn't anything so simple.

“I've got the camera feed love, don't worry. If any of them come back I'll know.” Tom soothed as he brought a tray of tea for the room and set it gently on the coffee table. He passed a cup to each of them even if they didn't want it. He knew the fear the other omegas were probably in and it made him sick. He needed to do whatever he could to help. First he served Dorothy and Doc who each asked for something stronger which the photographer happily complied with. He had a small flask of whiskey he passed around, though Dom, Colson, and Mod said no.

The girls were on one sofa while Dominic shared the other with his mate and their roommates. Collette had joined them long enough to hear the news but her and The Doctor had stepped aside and shared hushed words at one point and she'd disappeared after that. Kells had learned not to ask about his mother. “What about the feed? Does it show anything from last night?” The man asked but Mod just shook his head.

“It's been erased, and it's a damn good job. We're working to fix it but it might take time. Sorry boss.” The beta huffed. They were all pissed about the new turn of events.

“Of fucking course. I mean who the hell would do this? What do they want? What's a few mil they might make off them in exchange for me as a fucking enemy because they have to know what's gonna happen now!” Colson hadn't felt so aggressive in a long time. He hadn't realized how much his mate was helping his temper but he could feel it now. The rage inside him made his stomach turn. “This is scorched earth shit. Drawing a fucking line in the sand. No one would stand for this and I won't either. Do they think I've gone soft or something? I'll fucking-” He had to take a breath, the more upset he grew the more the baby threw a fit inside him. “Not fucking now Punk. I'm working. We don't screw with my work.” He grumbled to his stomach but it did about as much good as when someone told him to calm down.

“Col, babies don't listen. They feel what you do. Chill the fuck out before you go into early labor. Doc's orders.” The Doctor huffed and that was like a bucket of ice water on his head. He couldn't handle that on top of everything else. He would not be the reason something happened to his child.

“Babies probably listen but let's be real, this is Col’s kid.” Mod tried to lighten the mood and they all chuckled softly.

“Fairs. Don't even listen to me.” Dom sighed teasingly as he laid his head on the older man's shoulder. He wanted so badly to soothe his child but he knew he wasn't allowed in front of others. He was amazed the guy even referenced the little one or gave them a nickname of sorts.

“That's because you're the bitch. You listen to me. That's how this whole thing works.” Kells explained before a thought struck him. “Are you sure you finished the last asshole off?”

It took the Alpha a moment to process what his mate was asking because the first time it filtered through his ADHD riddled brain it sounded somehow naughty but when he did finally connect the dots he glanced around the room. Two people didn't know who he was. Could he trust them? “Yeah. Believe me luv, he weren't walking outta ‘ere or taking anover breaf. Let alone kidnapping multiple omegas.” When he let his darkness out to play and had time to savor it, he started with the ankle tendons and worked his way up. He nervously played with his hair as he watched the women in the room. They didn't seem to care what they were talking about.

“What about friends? Could he have other people out for revenge? Did you back check the bitch?” Kells wasn't trying to blame his mate but he felt wild with worry and he was terrified it was somehow all his fault.

“I vet them Colson, you know my work better than that. There was no one that cared enough to come after the boy. I think we all know who this probably is.” Tom muttered the last so low that Col barely caught it but he saw the way Mod tapped the other man's leg.

“What? Who? What the fuck are you two not saying? Because believe me, I'll take any answers right now. This won't fucking stand.” His voice broke and his lover held him tighter. He would not fucking break in front of anyone. He was still their leader, pregnant or not, he had to hold it together.

The odd couple shared a few whispered words but finally Tom rolled his eyes and sat forward to meet the other omega's gaze. “Megan. She has to be the one stealing from you. It's the only thing that makes sense. She's been stealing from you and trying to build her own empire for years. She wasn't trying to date you, she wants to replace you. I'm sorry brother but she's trying to destroy all you've built.”

Kells blinked slowly and dropped his palm to his belly protectively. All he built could fall to ruins but he wouldn't give up his mate or child. Not even ‘without a fight’, he just flat out fucking refused. After finding out she hurt him all those years ago he'd already mostly known their friendship had never truly existed but this was on another level. “Guys, she's not smart enough for this shit.” Normally he'd feel bad saying something so catty but it felt true. She was a manipulative bitch but scheming at this level?

“It's not about brains really. Yes, she'd need to hire someone tech savvy to disable the cameras but just to decide to break in somewhere she knows would hurt you most and take the people you save? It's evil but not genius level. Causing someone pain when you know them isn't that hard.” Mod explained softly and it hit Colson like a bullet to the heart. His friend wasn't wrong. Megan had been around since he was a teenager and she'd been part of his inner circle since he came up. She knew all his buttons better than most.

“Bucket?” Dom whispered when he noticed the color of his mate go from rage pink to sickly pale. It frightened him that he couldn't protect his lover from all that pain. He wanted to introduce the bint Alpha to his blades.

“No. I'm good. Not gonna barf. Might shoot someone though. We have to find them, Dom. Some of them are so fucking young. If she sells them-”

“I know. We'll find ‘em. Believe me, I know.” The pleading stare his omega gave him was breaking the boy's heart. It was so strange because he didn't used to believe he even had one but now he knew it was there. It was made up of the man in front of him and their babe and the family they were building together. “I can go looking?” He offered though the thought of leaving them alone made him ache.

“No!”

“Fuck that.”

“No point until we reverse the camera hack.” Colson, Tom, and Mod all spoke at once but at least the beta supplied a reason. The killer just hated sitting around instead of fixing the problem at hand.

“Collette! Couldn't she ask her friend? Maybe the man who Megan thinks is on her side could know something or at least find it out.” Tom offered and Kells shrugged, it was something to do at least. Something to occupy his mind for a moment instead of stressing, though the text to his mother only took a few seconds to send.

“I could kill ‘er. End of. Ain't no more problem wiv ‘er gone.” The Alpha was itching for the chance, he had been since the night he saw her lips lock on his omega's. She deserved to meet his most precious tools. Slowly.

“And then the kids are just gone? Absolutely not. It may not even be her and then you've killed someone for no reason!” The boss knew logically she was already on his lover's list but still a part of his soul begged that she not be that awful. What did that say about his judgment? Could he trust anyone?

“Don't even luv, she been on me list for a long time. I'll give yas tha’ I can't do it now cause she got collateral but she on it. Full stop.” They weren't fighting, not really, but it was hard for the boy. He needed Colson to understand how truly dark she was. He didn't need permission exactly, he'd take out who was needed but he didn't want the man looking at him differently. They'd worked through so much already.

“Mod, call Pete. Tell him to keep an eye out. Ask him if anyone has been hired off the street.” Megan would need extra grunts to pull off something so big, she'd need guards just to keep the omegas in check. He knew most people wouldn't touch the job with a ten foot pole but if she found guys who weren't working for anyone yet they might fold. A lot of people needed money. A good portion of them were already on his payroll, even if just as dealers, but there was always a chance.

“Good thinking. But boss, you know there's a chance she's saying it's for you and getting away with it. No one below our pay grade- not even Pete knows what we actually do. They wouldn't know that's your hospital. If she said this was your stolen shipment and you were just getting them back…” The beta trailed off. It was sneaky but again, not out of the realm of possibility for her to think up.

The man cursed and nodded, a lot of the fight going out of him in a long sigh. “Call him. If she said it was for me he might be so desperate he would do it for her himself. He knows he fucked up last time. Shit!” The teacup he'd been trying to sip went flying across the room to shatter against the wall. He had been doing good controlling his anger but this was too much. At least he hadn't hit anyone. Yet. He hoped the go between would check in with him first but he knew how manipulative Megan could be. There was a chance if he had helped though that Pete would know exactly where everyone was. “Give it.” He snapped when he heard the ringing start.

Dom watched as his mate took the phone from Mod and tried to stand up to pace. He gave his man a gentle push so Col wouldn't feel self conscious and got a playful knee slap in return. “Fuck off.” The omega huffed to him and he stuck his tongue out. He didn't mean to make Kells feel like he couldn't do it, he was just used to helping by now. The other started moving, walking from one side of the room to the other. It didn't take long before an answer came but it was obviously long enough for him to crack. “You fucking asshole! How bad do you want on my shit list?”

Pete was silent on the other end of the line before clearing his throat. “H-hey boss! What's up?”

“What's up? What's up? Oh I dunno. Did you help jack some omegas from a hospital last night?” He tried so hard to stay level and he probably should have asked a different way. Now he couldn't work up to his questioning and he didn't know how to progress if the fucker-

“For you! She said it was for you. Why aren't you happy dude? We got them back!” The other man's voice was tiny on the phone but obviously terrified. Good.

“Oh, it was for me? Was I fucking there? Did I ask you? If you did it for me, why don't I have them?” He tried not to shout, every time he did the baby kicked something else he really needed. “You're all idiots.”

“She said it was a gift boss! Maybe it's a surprise and she's selling them to give you the cash?” Colson clenched his fists so hard he thought he heard something in the phone crack and he vowed mentally to get his friend a new one. He had to be honest, if this conversation kept up how it was he knew it was going across the room with the teacup.

“I don't want that. Listen to me dumbass, I did not ask for this. You and your boys better find them ALL before tomorrow or I'm coming down there.” There, that was calm enough. “I should rip your dick off and feed it to you if you think with it so god damn hard.” Oops. He couldn't say it wasn't for him, he couldn't give away that he lost control of his people, but he knew it was already implied and it scared him. He didn't know how to keep control of everyone and it put him on edge.

“Y-yes Sir. Soon as I can. I mean she had us hand them off to other guys but I'll try-”

“Find them or I'll let my pet psycho off his leash and he'll turn all you bitches into a new batch of omegas.” He didn't mean it of course, it wasn't like they'd be omegas worth saving or selling for that matter. But if Dom wanted revenge…

“What's that even supposed to mean?” Pete asked.

“Believe me, you don't want to find out. Tick fucking tock. Keep me updated.” He hung up by smashing the phone into the wall before walking over to his safe calmly and opening it, taking out a small box, and walking over to hand his best friend a new phone.

“Thanks. You did good Cols. I think you should go rest while you can. No offense but you look like shit.” Mod explained softly and Col nodded. He couldn't even talk anymore he just passed by his lover and grabbed him by the hand to pull him along. He didn't stop until they reached their room and he gently pushed his Alpha to sit. He didn't know whether to crawl into his lap and cry, sleep, or fuck.

“Do you fink he'll be okay?” Dom asked softly. He'd been trying so hard to be a rock for his partner but that small worry slipped out. There had been something special about the boy he saved and he didn't want to see him lost. Not after all he'd already been through.

Kells hurt in his heart as he took a seat next to Dom. He laid down and curled in the boy's lap, soothed when fingers teased through his hair. He craved the other's touch over everything. “I don't know. I'm worried too. If the men they got to were buyers I don't know how we get them back but we will. This is my job baby, trust me.” It didn't even bother him that Dom had taken a liking to the young kid. He was normally selfish with his lover but he could tell it was more of a big brother situation and he'd honestly grown to like the other omega too. “We should have brought him here.” He didn't mean to say it aloud but it just fell from his mouth. He was too overwhelmed for a filter.

“Wouldn't ask ya tha’. We can find a safe place for ‘em. I trust ya Cols, swear. I know you'll save ‘em all. But you do need rest.” Dom soothed back. He couldn't ask for them to take the boy in, it'd be mental. He didn't even know the kid's name yet because he'd been mute since being rescued from his home. They'd get them all back and find a new safe space and he'd take care of Megan before their child was born. Everything would be okay because it had to be. The world owed them both after the way they grew up. “You jus’ rest. I'll watch over yas.” He hummed, one hand petting through his mate's hair and the other over his belly.

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

Sorry for the plot dump but we're heading to the end. Don't worry, there's already plans for a part two. I like these boys too much. There should be a little more smut mixed in but it's story time. I hope you're enjoying it! 💣🖤

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