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thewulf · 11 months

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Honeybee || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: hi! Can you write a hotch x reader one shot based on the episode where Hayley’s dad says he still hates Hotch for Hayley’s death in s10 and obviously his words hurt Hotch and hotch then is like obviously really sad and hurt and pulls away from reader unintentionally which starts a argument but with fluff at the end? Like angst / fluff

A/N: Okay this def turned more into a comfort/fluff rather than super angsty/fluff... hope you still like it anon :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 3.1k +

Your phone buzzed on the desk that you were working away at. Not thinking much of it you turned it over seeing Aaron’s name flashing on the screen. Heart sinking down your chest you knew it was never a good thing when he called during the middle of a workday. Was it Jack? Was he hurt? Was it Jessica? Does she need some time away from the whole situation? Before you could spiral any further you answered nervously, “Aaron…” Trailing off you didn’t know what to say. You knew what you were getting into when you happily agreed to be his girlfriend six months ago. But these calls still made you nervous.

“Honey… slight change of plans.” You knew he was supposed to be on a flight to Maryland right now working on the next case. He was definitely not supposed to be on the phone with you in what sounded to be like his vehicle.

“Everything alright?” Hesitating to even ask the question you could hear the tension in his voice.

He paused. Everything was certainly not alright, “It’s Roy. Haley’s father. He’s in the hospital. He was arrested for trying to break and enter into a store this morning. Doctors think it’s Alzheimer’s. Jessica needs some help.” He alluded to why he wasn’t on the teams jet to Maryland.

Your heart absolutely broke for the man you’d slowly fallen in love with. He’d been through so much in the last few years and now this? It’s like life was out to get him and couldn’t be stopped, “Oh, my love, I’m so sorry.” Work didn’t seem so important anymore, “Can I help at all?”

He smiled softly hearing your concern through the phone. He just knew by the tone of your voice how much you cared. You cared about everything that related to him. You always understood too. He had to cancel on countless plans on you due to work or something coming up with Jack. You always handled it in grace. He thought you were far too patient with him. And it scared him a little much. What happens when your patience runs out? Would he fuck it up with you? He hadn’t a clue how he managed to convince you to not only go out with him but stay through the shit-show that his life was unfolding out to be.

Aaron never expected for his personal life to explode in his face the way it did so dramatically. He had let the one thing he promised never to happen, happen. His work life bled into his personal one. He’d lost the mother to his son. A woman he once loved so dearly to somebody who had it out for him. It took years of counseling and therapy for Aaron to see it as anything but his fault. Then you came along. Sweeping him right off his feet. He didn’t think he was ready for a relationship, but he decided to try. Especially when he saw the look on your face when he agreed to that first date. Of course, you made the first move, it was so you.

He hated asking you for help, but he needed it desperately. He always used you as an absolute last resort. Never wanting you to feel obligated to his life’s mess, “Can you grab Jack from school? I left the car seat in the house for Jess but she’s going to be busy. I’m going to stay back and help. Team is heading off to Maryland right now.” You heard him sigh through the phone.

“You got it.” You knew the situation was tense, but you couldn’t stop the smile that now crossed your face. It was a big step getting him to accept your help. He often went out of his way to not ask you for help. He didn’t want to burden you, “Jack and I will have the best afternoon.” You said trying your best to reassure him.

“Thank you honey. I’m so sorry. I really am.” Not wanting him to spiral you decided to interrupt him.

“Don’t apologize Aaron. It’s something out of your control. I’m more than happy to help. Please don’t stress yourself out about it. Your team will handle the case in Maryland, I’ll handle Jack. You and Jess help out Roy. Okay?” Knowing you needed to lay out the plan plain and simple for him you were met with silence this time.

“Sound okay Aaron?” You asked again hoping he wasn’t too far lost in his head.

“Yeah, alright. Thank you.”

“You got it. Call me later alright? When you get the chance.”

He nodded his head knowing you couldn’t see him. He knew he needed to give in and let you help but it was hard for him. He was so used to doing everything his way. But for his sanity and Jack’s he knew he had to let you all the way in. Had to, “Sounds good bee. I love you.”

You smiled at the nickname he had given you. He’d initially just called you honey which then morphed into honeybee. That was then shorted to just bee. His bee. His favorite one. You found it adorable, no other man had been so sweet to you like he had been.

“Love you handsome. Talk to you soon.” You clicked the phone off before the inevitable back and forth. Looking at the clock you cursed a little knowing Jack’s school was 45 minutes away and he was out in about an hour. Saying a quick goodbye to your coworkers you slid out of the office an hour too early. You decided to risk it knowing the bosses wouldn’t even likely notice.

Standing outside your car you stood on your tip toes trying to spot the little Hotchner. Knowing he’d be looking for Jess and not you. Waving to him as soon as you saw him he shot you the sweetest little smile and wave before running up to you, “Y/N! You’re here!” He pulled on your shirt in excitement.

Leaning down you gave him a squeeze, “I am buddy! Your Aunt Jess had something come up, so she asked me to come get you. Hope that’s okay.” You grinned down at the overexcited little boy. You and Jack got along so well so quick. He was the happiest little kid for everything he’s had to go through in his short life.

“Yeah!” He hugged your side squeezing tight, “I’m so excited!”

He immediately released the tension you had been holding onto all day. You’d texted Aaron a few times with no response. Worry quickly consumed you by hour three of not hearing back from him. Thankfully Jack was the perfect distraction from your worrying mind, “Hey Jack? What do you say we go home. Get you changed and head to the park. Maybe get some ice cream after?” You asked him as you buckled him into the car seat.

“Are you serious?” His eye grew wide with excitement, “Can I bring my dinosaurs?”

The grin turned into a full out smile feeling his excitement through your body, “You can absolutely bring your dinosaurs to the park little J.”

“Daddy never lets me!” He started laughing knowing he caught you in a catch 22. You’d already told him he could bring them knowing it wasn’t usually allowed.

Shaking your head, you shut the door before climbing into the driver’s seat, “Well, let’s not tell daddy then.” Hearing his snicker in the back seat sent you into a fit of laughter. Who knew one so little could make you feel so much better just through the joy he brought? That was Jack Hotchner. The little light that kept shining.

“Okay!” He clapped his hands together knowing the two of you now had a secret. You knew it wasn’t a great thing for him to pick up on but what was a little white lie? That’s life.

The two of you chatted the entire way home from school and to the park. You’d learned his best friend, Dylan, had a crush on a girl that Jack thought was gross. You tried convincing him that girls weren’t gross, but he wasn’t having any of that.

Jack was too smart for his own good. He told you about how he watched the other kids and always knew what they were going to do before they seemed to know. That was all Aaron shining right through his baby. It amazed you how quickly children picked up on their environment. Jack was no exception, the sponge that he was.

Lucky for you, all the running around with dinosaur’s tired the poor kid right on out. After making him some mac and cheese for dinner he fell asleep right on your lap while watching cartoons. It all felt so right. A domestic life you craved. To be running your hands through his hair as he held on to you fast asleep.

You were woken up by the soft click of the front door. The daylight had completely vanished. Aaron turned on the kitchen lights not expecting to see you and Jack cuddling on the couch just a room away. For as awful as the day had turned out to be the sight before him made him realize it would be okay. He had the right people in his life. He had you.

His sour mood from the shitty day immediately vanishing seeing your sleepy face waking up. Your arms were holding Jack tightly as you contorted making sure he was comfortable. He noticed that. You were always making sure that Jack was okay. You always checked in on him making sure to show that his opinions mattered. He genuinely mattered to you. Just one of the things that made Aaron fall so easily in love with you.

“Hey, you’re home.” You wiped the sleep away from your eyes careful not to wake Jack up. Peeking at the clock you saw it was nearing midnight.

“I’m sorry…” He whispered walking over to the both of you quietly. You shook your head quickly placing your finger over your mouth, “Shh, no apologies needed.” Carefully you shimmied yourself out from underneath Jack. Scooping him up in your arms you went to go put him to bed. Aaron watched in awe as you took control of the situation so effortlessly. Following behind closely he wanted to make sure to tuck his son in as well. While Jack might not have remembered it Aaron cherished every night he was able to spend at home with him sleeping a few rooms away. Even if it was for just a few hours.

You watched as Aaron leaned down whispering a few words to his sleeping boy. He kissed his head softly before pulling the comforter up over top of him. You fell in love with him even further watching the tenderness of the situation before you. Sure, Aaron had his flaws. But so did you. And everyone. Everything else about him made up for the flaws.

Shutting the door behind him you followed Aaron back downstairs, “Everything alright?” You asked moving towards him. Thankfully he didn’t shy away from your touch. Sometimes after more stressful cases he just couldn’t be touched by you. It was all too much for him. You understood, it just hurt sometimes. When all you wanted was to snuggle up to him when he needed space. You caressed his arm through his suit jacket hoping he could feel it through the thick suit.

He opened his mouth as if to say something before closing it. Thinking. The man was always thinking. Overthinking all too often, “No. Not really.” He admitted.

You felt your heart racing. He was confiding in you. It wasn’t like he hadn’t before, but it was a rarity when he did. You’d find him bottling up and shoving his emotions to the side. But he needed you right now, “What happened handsome?” You pressed a little further unsure if he wanted to tell.

He smiled before gently kissing your forehead, “He’s got Alzheimer’s, clearly. Very clearly” He paused before pulling you into his chest.

As much as you loved the feeling you knew that wasn’t it, “That all?” You asked pulling your head out of the embrace.

He shook his, “No.”

You let him just hold you before pressing him further. You knew he would spill in due time, if he wanted to. Never wanting to pressure him you always asked though, “Care to share?”

He took a long breathe in and a steady one out before pulling you over the couch you and Jack were occupying moments before. Pulling you down into his lap you let him sit there and hold you. It wasn’t that often that he was here, present, and fully there. These were moments you prayed would happen more often but never seemed to come around enough. So, you cherished them. Even when they were tenser moments like these.

He sighed knowing he needed to tell you. He had to get it off his chest or he’d keep thinking about it over and over again. Ruminate for no reason, “He kept blaming me for her death.” You knew immediately what he was referring to. Pulling him closer you started running your hands through his hair, just like you had Jack earlier on in the night, “He just… wouldn’t stop. Kept going on about it. How he’d never forget. Even with the damn disease.” You looked at his expressive face as he laid it on you, everything that Roy had laid on him through the afternoon.

“Hon, you know that’s not true right?” You asked quietly continuing to play with his hair. You knew it was a weakness for the man. For both the Hotchner boys you found out quickly and used it against them as often as you could. You just hoped it was helping him, even if it was just a little.

He nodded quickly, “I know. Trust me, I know. It just, he messed with my head.” He didn’t care to elaborate so you simply snuggled in closer to him. Breathing him in. It didn’t matter that he spent his morning in a hospital and the afternoon in somebody else’s home, he still smelled like Aaron. He became your home. Your safe space.

After a few moments of silence, you squeezed his side, “You’re one of the best people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. I get that I didn’t know you back then, but I do know that you were the same. I know how fucking hard you tried to save her. I know how unfair it’s been on you. I love you beyond words Aaron. I just hope you love yourself just a little. You give so much for everyone else. Give a little bit back to yourself too sometimes.”

He listened to your every word before responding. Nodding his head at you, “I’ll try to. I know I’m not the best at it, but I’ll try to.”

“Yeah?” You pulled away from his chest smiling at him.

He nodded giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, “I’m not perfect. I’ll never be. So, you’ll have to call me out when I run back into old habits. But I’ll try. For you. For Jack.”

“Okay.” You grinned giving him a long kiss this time. Getting a little tired of the short kisses that seemed to miss your lips, “By the way, I think your nearly perfect. If that means anything.” You grinned brushing your fingers down the side of his face.

“Honey, that means the world to me.” He returned the favor by gently cradling your face in his hands before kissing you much more deeply this time, “I love you.”

“And I love you.” You grinned in confirmation.

“Let’s get going to bed. Jack will wake us up in a few hours wanting pancakes or something.” Aaron looked at the time getting closer to on in the morning.

You grinned letting him pull you up right out of the spot you’d been occupying on his lap, “Jack’s worth losing sleep over though. I’ll happily make pancakes with him at six in the morning.”

Aaron laughed before setting you down on the ground, “You say that before he tries waking you up then. I take it you two had a good night?”

You nodded in confirmation, “True.” You laughed a little before continuing, “I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it in the morning though.”

He grabbed your hand holding it tight, “In the morning then.”

You yawned nodding your head while leaning into his chest not really caring how clingy you were being. All you wanted was him.

Feeling his laugh, you smiled to yourself. At least you were able to make him smile. You were never the best with words so being able to make him laugh it off or smile in your presence was always a win in your book.

“Let’s get to bed before you fall asleep standing up.” You couldn’t see his expression in the dark, but you just knew he was smirking at you.

“Sure thing.” You didn’t make any effort to move only leaning further into him.

“Alright.” He scooped you right on up in your arms, “I get the hint stubborn ass.” He held you tight not even the slightest bit mad you wanted him to carry you up to sleep. He adored moments like these.

“That’s why they pay you the big bucks boss man.” Sleepily you grinned to yourself knowing you had him there. He was literally paid to observe and predict.

Gently, he laid you down on the bed pulling you into his side ignoring that comment, “Y/N?” He asked seeing if you were still coherent before continuing.

“Yeah?” You answered him still there.

“Thank you for everything today. And in general. I don’t thank you enough.” He gently rubbing a thumb over your hip knowing that was one of your many weaknesses. Truth be told almost anything Aaron did was a weakness for you.

“Of course. That’s what partners do. They help each other when they need it. I love you Aaron Hotchner. Every little bit of you.” Your eyes fluttered closed as he kept brushing his hand over your side. Soothing you right to sleep.

“I love every bit of you too honeybee.” He kissed the back of your head drifting off to sleep right behind you. For as odd as the relationship was with him sometimes you’d never change it. Not in a million years. Especially as you were snuggled up to him in a dreamless sleep.

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Reader that can emit sounds from their memory(like as an aura)

Walk into a room? Why do I hear boss music

Comedic timing? Fuck yeah.

Bored? Jumpscare noise.

Zhongli talking? Jeopardy theme.

Someone is annoying? Earrape.

Think about it!

Hello! I’m the 12th Harbinger, aka as CHIL- bitch shut the fuck up, WHATS UP ITS YA BOY AQUARIUSSS- /ref

lmao imagine you walking into a room like this in teyvat, with like that audio I SAVE BY GIVING IT CPR- TIGHT AS VIRGIN BOY DONT GET NERVOUS-

(also ill stop apologizing for the late replies to these, bc as we all know by now that im slow and u will get answered eventually i promise tumblr most likely didnt delete u guys asks im just hoarding them LMAO)

I’ve been super busy running in circles so sorry about ghosting! I still very much enjoy and love u guys and love seeing you guys enjoy my stuff :’)

Still cant believe that, but thank you!

JEOPARDY THEME MUSIC WHEN ZHONGLI TALKS

HE’D BE SO CONFUSED

THINKIN HE GOT AN ANCIENT CURSE HE DOESNT KNOW ABT PUT ON HIM OR SMTH BC HE’S ALWAYS BEING STALKED BY THIS SONG-

(tbh unless the person is super observant I dont think most ppl would get that it’s YOU causing this chaos lmao)

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Like I can see Zhongli eventually getting it lol, other ppl I could see after the first few weeks of interacting with you (esp bc you mix it up, honestly it was only bc u kept playing the jeopardy theme over and over when Zhongli ranted on too long that he got it was you 💀):

Heizou (he’s the best detective on all of Inazuma’s islands, ofc he got it! no he will not acknowledge that he totally thought you were hiding a very musical tanuki somewhere on your person at all times lol)

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Alhaitham and Cyno (haitham took like, two hours of walking around town with you and knew, bc he’s a little know-it-all lazy bastard like that, and Cyno is actually just really aware, despite what most ppl think, he’s the General Mahamatra and not just a regular Mahamatra for a reason after all)

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Tighnari (i stg he can like, smell when bullshittery is happening in his vicinity …or... hear?)

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Venti (unsurpringly, he’s totally in love with this power of yours, i mean he definitely loves you cares about you a lot he says, but you’re starting to think he’s just lying to butter you up into pranking Diluc, Barbara, Jean, and really the entirety of Mondstadt more often including Zhongli just so he can laugh until he’s on the ground again, also he definitely once asked you to make a dragon sound that’s the equivalent of shouting FUCK at Dvalin when he was flying overhead one day)

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Hmm

Hm hm hmmmm

Who elseee, i need a characcctterrr lisstttt…

Albedo (duh, he’s albedo, you think he has an entirely too thick folder dedicated to your recent obsessions, you rant a lot about it while playing and also he can access your browsing history 👀, and he somehow doesn't know that about you?? You’re like, literally one of his long-term, there-for-life, has-bought-a-house-for-free-in-his-head-you- arent-even-on-rent-anymore, hyperfixations or special interests. Autistic!Albedo is autistic, Because I Am Your God, And I Say It Is So.)

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Dehya (always knows when its you walking around near her bc you like to listen to your old world’s songs too often when you arent pranking bitches, she actually rlly likes it and your music tastes…)

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HOLY FUCK SPEED RUN BC GOD THERE’S TOO MANY BITCHES WANNA BE YOUR BABY, RIDING AROUND IN A DAMN MERCEDES-

OKAY-

SO not all in the same way or at the same time, or even the same length of time did they realize you literally change background music or some shit so I’ll let you just- you know okay- like you get it- you get it.

Xiao, Kazuha, Kaeya, Diluc, Ayato, Yae Miko, Keqing, Qiqi, Klee, Sara, Kuki, Nahida, Ningguang, Rosaria, Scaramouche/Babygirl, Dainsleif, Kokomi, Xinyan, Yun Jin, Yelan.

Jfc got the whole damn pride flag up here

Anyway everybody else outta luck, at least takes em a month or longer to get it lol

♡

Sorry abt the end there i didnt feel like writing out all those bitches bc the few I did before were already longer than I thought they’d be…

Also, I am posting these spam of drafts (and that old follower 100+ event possession headcanons in prep for the next 2 weeks bc I will be really busy, again :/

Got spring break shenanigans this week, then I’ll be running around like a cat with zoomies bc im getting ready to install/actually submit my artworks for the gallery exhibition!

…wish me luck or prayers or anything good from any god you believe in, I need the strength.

With love, safe travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

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sonicpilled · 5 months

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Pull You From Your Guilt (Zombic AU)

Chapter Three

content warnings: detailed sh description (flashback all in italics, if you’d like to skip the graphicness that’s alright bc it is still understandable when skipped)

word count ≈ 4005

sonic+shadow angst an hurt/comfort

“He was happy he could be with Sonic again. There were so many things he had been dying to talk to him about. An apology was at the top of his list, but he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. For those three months without him, all he’d do was dwell on the fact that if he stayed on the phone, he would have never gone. Those quiet mornings where he stayed in bed and mourned, all he thought was I’m sorry I couldn’t stay.”

Erm sorry this took longer i got erm erm busy! because it took like a bit More than ch1 & 2 it is a bit longer. As a treat. But idk if that is awesome or annoying. hope u guys’d like it ….. Hope it is not too slowpaced too' plz give feedback i always love tha comments and critique and ya. ooc maybe more this time

It was noon now, as he woke up. He really didn’t get that much rest, but it’s not like it was a surprise. For those three months, Shadow’s sleep schedule was shit, anyways.

The rain hadn’t stopped, but was now a light sprinkle. The weather forecast had said it would get worse later in the day, though.

Shadow rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, yawning as he sat up in his bed. He glanced around his room, until his eyes stopped at the sleeping hedgehog in his bed. He stared a bit, watching his chest rise and fall. He sighed a little in relief, not knowing what he wanted to see or believe. Part of him wanted to see nothing there, like it had been for months. It wasn’t that he wasn’t relieved he could see Sonic again.

It was just the fact that none of this seemed real to him. He didn’t like this feeling of uncertainty. He hated being unsure of things.

He was happy he could be with Sonic again. There were so many things he had been dying to talk to him about. An apology was at the top of his list, but he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. For those three months without him, all he’d do was dwell on the fact that if he stayed on the phone, he would have never gone. Those quiet mornings where he stayed in bed and mourned, all he thought was I’m sorry I couldn’t stay.

Now, Shadow stayed there in bed, staring at him as he thought and absentmindedly pet his now muted blue quills. He thought Sonic would be upset with him for leaving him alone that night, but it was him apologizing for committing suicide. It didn’t make much sense to him.

Sonic woke up, slowly. He yawned, looking around the room as he stretched. He looked around the slightly messy bedroom, the closet disorganized and the papers all over the desk. Shadow was usually so tidy. He sighed, as he glanced at Shadow.

“…G’morning.” Sonic spoke quietly, mostly tired and still a bit confused. it seemed this wasn’t a dream or coma or whatever. He died, yet he's still here. He’ll shrug it off for now, even if it irked him.

“Good morning,” Shadow whispered softly with tired eyes. “I’m… glad you’re still here.”

A pang of guilt hit Sonic when he heard those words, for some reason. He frowned a bit, before fixing his face to a small smile. Of course his boyfriend would want him to return from the dead. He pushed the strange feelings of resentment deep down inside him, he’ll ignore it like he always does. He’ll focus on Shadow, for now. “Yeah, eheh… Me too.”

The ringing of Shadow’s phone stopped the both of them, Sonic letting out a little sigh as the other reached for the device. A total of 15 missed calls from Rouge, Amy, and Tails. Jeez, what happened? Shadow stared at the screen, as he answered the call.

“Hey, hon. I’m not going to yell at you for sleeping late again,” Rouge spoke gently from the other line. Various conversations could be heard from where she was, Shadow raised the phone to his ear, staring at the ground as she continued on. “You probably heard, but someone dug up Sonic’s grave. I’d tell you to not worry about it, but that's what we’re all doing as of right now.”

“…Ah. I see.” Shadow replied quietly. He tried to convey his surprise, but he obviously already knew this, as he glanced behind him at the said hedgehog. Rouge didn’t think much of his nonchalance, Shadow wasn’t always the type to ‘properly’ show how he felt.

“Everyones over here at Amy’s place, we’re thinking of what we could do. It’d be safe to assume this was Eggman’s doing, or atleast any other guy who hates that hedgehog,” Rouge talked less carefully now, now that Shadow seemed to be calm.

“Right. Hm. I’ll be right over,” The other spoke, looking away from Sonic and back at the wood flooring. He’d better go and console the others. Shadow didn't have to go and he certainly didn’t feel like it, as selfish as that might have sounded, but it would be… suspicious if he didn’t show up. Besides, the idea that this whole ordeal could be Robotnik’s doing isn't an outlandish assumption.

The phone clicked, and Shadow got up from the bed and opened his dresser drawer. He pulled some socks out, and put them on. “I need to go. I’ll be back.”

“Wha- You’re leaving now? well, where are you goin?” Sonic stood up from the unmade bed, watching Shadow start to put his shoes on.

Shadow paused. “Your… how do i put this… ‘return’ was on the news. The police believe your grave has been defiled. I'm going to meet with the others, they think Eggman has something to do with it.” He spoke with only a hint of uneasiness, walking over to his desk.

“Oh! Well, cant i come with? I mean, surely I can help with the confusion.” Sonic excitedly followed, the idea of seeing everyone again making him smile. He fidgeted with his hands, tilting his head as he waited for a response.

“No. You have to stay here.” Shadow spoke sternly, narrowing his eyes at his desk as he searched for something. He tried his best not to sound demanding, even if he was making a demand.

“…What?” Sonic started, a small awkward laugh coming from him as he watched Shadow find and grab his keys off the dark wooden desk. A little dark chao charm hung from the keyring. “Are you trying to tell me I can't see my friends again? That I can't see my brother again?”

“They wouldn’t get it, Sonic. You need to stay here,” Shadow spoke a bit less gently this time, crossing his arms. He turned to Sonic, his expression unreadable but clear he was going to stand his ground. “I just want to protect you.”

“Protect me? Chaos, Shadow, It’ll be fine. If you could understand this,” He gestured to himself as he spoke, “then surely everyone else can, right?”

“No, Sonic,” Shadow sighed, narrowing his eyes to the ground. “Have you ever considered what would happen to you when the public finds out a zombie rose from the grave? What the government would do to you?”

Sonic rolled his eyes. “Since when were you worried about the government? We’ve both escaped them a buncha times before,” he tried to persuade, as he went over to the slightly taller hedgehog. He waved his hands around as he talked, like he always did. Sonic hated feeling like he was being treated as if he was some fragile flower. His patience was wearing thin, but so was Shadow’s. “I’m not a little kid, y’know …I can take care of myself.”

“Clearly not,” Shadow replied harshly with a scowl on his face, slipping from the cool and collected tone he tried to keep going. He didn’t want to say what he was thinking, even if he already let something blunt come out. He didn’t want to be mean, even if they've had heated fights like this before. He didn’t want to say it, because he knew Sonic would hate it. “You've never shown that you could. You wouldn’t be able to prove it to me or anyone else, not even yourself, Sonic.”

“What?” Sonic took a step back, a hurt frown on his face. How the hell could he just say that? The rain outside was much more than a scattered sprinkle now, heavy raindrops making thuds against the roof of the apartment complex. His ears wilted, as he returned the angry expression. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Shadow took in a deep breath, seeing Sonic’s reaction. He shouldn’t have said that. “You… You're reckless. I know you know that. I'm just trying to tell you that-“

“Save it. Just- Save it. I don’t know what the fuck you want from me, dude. I just- I need to get out of here. Right now,” Sonic interrupted gratingly, his quills raised as he clenched his fists to shut himself up. He felt like he was going to cry, and he didn’t want to cry again in front of Shadow. Sonic didn't want to feel weak, not in front of him, not now. Especially after Shadow had said the truth.

Sonic took another step back, shaking his head. He headed towards the door, scrambling to undo all the locks. Every little thing was starting to piss him off, as he swung the door open, and ran off.

Shadow sighed bitterly when he heard the door slam, pulling his jacket on as he headed out of his apartment. He wasn’t going to chase after him. Not after that. Shadow knew better. He took his motorcycle off the bike rack, then looked up at the gloomy sky. The heavy rain was loud, but Shadow didn’t care. His gaze was fixated on the wet road, as his mind wandered. He could only think about Sonic. He hadn’t meant to snap like that, yet he knew he couldn’t just keep those words in forever, even if it was harsh. Shadow hadn’t even noticed his heavy breathing, the rain muffling everything and becoming the perfect white noise.

He made his way to Amy’s house, outside of the city. The outside of her home was cutely decorated, the garden full of pink and red roses. Shadow left his bike against the cherry wood fence, walking up the stone path and knocked on the pink painted door. ‘Welcome!’ read the enthusiastic doormat, little hearts scattered along the border.

“Ah! Hi Shadow, glad you showed up,” the cheerful pink hedgehog greeted, opening the door wide before gasping at the other, who’s fur dripped from the rain. “Eek, I'll get you a towel so you don't catch a cold!”

Shadow nodded briefly, staring ahead as he stepped into the warm house. He glanced around, at the worried and confused voices scattered around the cozy living room. He spotted Rouge first, as she talked with Knuckles. Vector, Espio, and Charmy seemed to be in their own detective-like conversation. Tails was alone as he paced around, seemingly deep in thought, until he went into another room.

It wasn’t very likely Shadow would have to engage in much conversation. What would he even talk about? He knew where Sonic was, and he didn’t feel like lying his way through a dull conversation. He walked over to an empty seat on the couch, and sat there alone. Amy handed him a fluffy pink towel, and walked away. He sat there, his fur dripping wet as he slightly dabbed himself with the towel.

“To dig up Sonic’s grave, how horrible, even for Robotnik!” Someone gasped.

“He must be planning something, right?” Another questioned.

“Well, we should do all we can to get him back to his casket,” Someone else reasoned.

He sat there listening to everyone's different conversations, even if they were all almost the same. He couldn’t care less on the subject, he only cared about one thing right now. It's raining pretty hard, Shadow thought to himself, He must be freezing. He wished he didn’t say what he did , even if it was what he was thinking. He knew Sonic was strong, but his health was declining for a long time. He just didn’t want to lose another person.

The rest of the room turned to static to him, as he stared at the ground. He spaced out, for a bit, as he was deep in thought. He had no use there, at that place. They… didn’t need him there. So, he stood up, getting off of the couch he had sunken into. Blending into the walls, unseen as he stepped out of the house without a goodbye.

Sonic ran and ran, the rain pouring onto him and dampening his fur. He tried not to care about it , but he really did hate it. The rainwater ruining his fur, the loudness of the droplets hitting the ground, everything was overwhelming him. He hadn't cared to go and find his ripped gloves and shoes, only the bandages on his wrists stayed on.

But he had nowhere to go, now. He couldn't get shelter at anybody's home or anything, he was alone. He couldn't just show up after they've all been to his funeral, just for some protection from the rain. He didn’t have anyone else to go to for comfort.

He ran onto a hill, under a tree for some protection from the wet water. He threw himself onto the wet grass, squeezing his eyes shut. He laid there, hyperventilating as he started to cry. Shadow was right. Sonic couldn’t take care of himself. He never could. All the time he'd run and run away, and isolate himself whenever he was hurting. He could have gotten help whenever he wanted, he just never seemed to care about himself enough to take it.

All he did was make people worry about his health, and push them away whenever they’d try to help.

A few months before Sonic’s suicide, he was in his home. In the bathroom, the bottom drawer opened again, like it had been many times. It became a morbid routine of some sort, if that's what you could call an act that would be performed that often. Over the sink, as the water dripped and dripped, he held his arm over the ceramic bowl. Like the leaky faucet, he let the gentle red streaks drip from his wrist and down into the drain.

It was something he was ashamed of doing, because it eventually became an addiction. Something he relied on when he was feeling down. Something that eventually took his life.

Sonic took in a deep breath, staring at the bloody water in the ceramic sink. He glanced up at himself in the mirror, with a little sigh. He hated that he was still doing this, but how could he stop now? He held the gillette razor blade up to his worn out wrist once again, until he heard the jangle of keys, and the sound of unlocking, and he paused. He had forgotten. He had forgotten that Tails was supposed to stop by.

He squeezed his eyes shut, hearing the footsteps down the hall. When Sonic was in danger, real danger, he never froze. Why now? Carefully, he set the blade down on the counter. Now rushed, he bandaged his arm with a wince. Mentally scolding himself, as he heard those words that he had already heard before.

“Sonic… What did you do to yourself?” His brother spoke fearfully, his footsteps stopping as he stood in the doorway. Shocked, yet knowingly, as if he was aware of the fact that Sonic had been cutting himself. Sonic huffed, opening his eyes carefully as he glanced at the small fox. Bandages in hand, his arm messily wrapped up.

“Hey, bud,” Sonic spoke carefully, gripping his bandaged arm to halt the blood. His tone was one of consolation, even if he was the one hurting himself. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to do this, look-“

“Sonic, No,” his brother interrupted, an uneasy frown on his face as he stepped into the bathroom. Tails was young, but he wasn’t stupid. He shook his head silently, carefully grabbing Sonic's arm and inspecting the injury.

“Promise me you won’t do this anymore,” Tails spoke quietly. Sonic replied with a silent nod, though he’d break this promise because he had no self control whatsoever.

He was ashamed of himself. He was grown, too old now to have his little sibling worrying about him. How could he take care of his brother when he couldn’t even take care of himself? And besides, what good was it to bum out his friends? He was fine, what he was doing was under control. He didn’t want to be treated like he wasn’t okay. Saying he was fine and that he’ll stop would get rid of that treatment, so he did just that. He didn’t want to be pitied.

He also didn't want to think about any of this much longer. The past was the past. He’s dead, and there's nothing he could do now but cry about his wrongdoings. Sonic sat up, shivering slightly from the feeling of the cold rain. Sniffling, picking at the skin of his gloveless hands in distress until he bled. The rain was loud, he could barely hear his sobbing, let alone his own thoughts.

Just then, a gentle hand came onto his shoulder.

Sonic glanced over, looking up at the dark hedgehog standing over him. He kneeled down, a little frown of worry on his face. Carefully, he wiped the mixture of rain and tears away from Sonic’s face. Of course Shadow would know where he ran off to. He always knew. At this spot, on this grassy hill with the old tree. It was usually warm, the perfect place to get away from everyone. It was different now. Sonic looked up at Shadow with tired eyes, as the latter took off his leather jacket and wrapped the former in it, protecting him from the upsetting sensation of the rain. Shadow sat down on the grass with his hedgehog, as he thought hard about what to say.

“…I’m sorry, Sonic. Truly, I apologize,” He began, his tone soft and genuine as he ran his fingers through that damp blue fur. Sonic took in a deep breath, the jacket not being very warm, but the gesture calmed him a bit. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. I could have acted differently, I should have been more calm towards you rather than harsh.”

Sonic nodded, staying quiet as he leaned his head against Shadow’s shoulder. He understood him, in a way. You can't hold in all your emotions now, can you? Shadow sighed, continuing to pet Sonic as he spoke, “I suppose I’ve just become worried about you. I’m sure that's not,, unreasonable, no? I feel as if… what happened to you… that I was at fault.”

Sonic frowned deeply, gently shaking his head. He pulled the black leather jacket tighter around himself, even if the rain was starting to die down. “…I see how you were thinking that. I’m really sorry. For leaving you to think something like that.”

Shadow softly kissed his head, his heart heavy. He didn’t want an apology, no, that was the last thing he wanted from Sonic. “Please don't say sorry for that. I just… I don't want to lose another person I love due to my actions. You're very dear to me, I don't want to lose you. Not a second time.”

“…I’m not her, Shadow.” Sonic spoke softly, a statement he thought he should make clear. He didn’t mean any malicious intent with his words, and Shadow knew that, as he nodded.

“I know. This is different. You’re different. It’s… It’s all different now,” Shadow replied, his voice soft. The sky was lightly speckled with gray clouds, and the grass was left with dewey remains from the rain, as they sat there together. The dead leaves now orange and red, as autumn started to come. They both have been in a derealized state for the past twenty four hours, though they've started to come to terms with what's happened. A second chance. Sonic looked up at him, accepting this as reality. Shadow glanced at his love, before leaning down to gently kiss him.

Sonic returned the kiss with little hesitation although he was drained, burned out, and still a little upset. He forgave Shadow, he did, yet couldn’t let go of the feeling that he’d be ‘protected’ by him a lot more later on. It did bother him, but he’ll leave it for another time. He… understood this treatment. It's not like he had anyone else now, it seems Shadow would be the only person that could understand his half-revival. He had died before too, to be fair.

It also seemed that Shadow was as messed up as Sonic was, now more than ever.

Eventually, they got out of there, running together back to Amy’s for the sole purpose of retrieving Shadow’s motorcycle. Running past the city, the city that seemed to be full of people in the streets and the sidewalks. Usually aware of their surroundings, but quick to ignore them when together. There was no plan, they both assumed they could just hide the fact that Shadow had a living corpse wandering around with him.

The two hedgehogs got to the cozy home, Sonic following close as Shadow did a quick check on his bike. Sonic gave only a quick glance towards Amy’s home, sighing a little. He pulled the slightly big jacket more around himself, hoping he wouldn’t be noticed, as he stayed close behind Shadow. He stepped along the trail of fallen leaves on the ground, frowning a little when none of them made a sound. Shadow watched him for a bit, until he looked back at the house, and gasped slightly.

It became obvious something had happened in that building. A window or two, shattered and cracked. The floral garden ruined, the petals of the roses trampled. The front door was wide open, and from what Shadow could see, the interior told a similar story. He took a cautious step forward, keeping Sonic behind him.

As he peered into the seemingly broken into house, Shadow narrowed his eyes. Sonic, equally as skeptical, looked around as well. Shadow glanced over his shoulder, to the hedgehog wearing his jacket as he carefully whispered, “Hey, stay here.”

Sonic frowned, watching as Shadow took a step closer to the doorway. To put it lightly, the once decorated and lively home was trashed. Paintings and photos that were hung up were either crooked or shattered completely on the ground, lamps broken and stains, or splatters, of crimson red on the carpet and wall. Shadow’s eyes darted around the place, completely confused. He had hoped the liquid wasn’t what he thought it was, as he took one step back. From what Shadow could see, there seemed to be nobody in the house, except for a couple of figures behind the sofa that he couldn’t quite make out.

Then, Shadow squinted, as his fur became bristled. Now, he saw. Now, he saw the twitching thing hunched over a pink hedgehog that laid still, as it looked up at him with her blood on its face. As soon as he made eye contact with that thing, he picked Sonic up bridal style with one swift move, and rushed out of there. Sonic, who yelped in surprise, looked over at the house behind them as they got farther and farther away. Bewildered, he held onto Shadow tightly as their surroundings became a messy blur.

“Shadow, wait, wait, wait! Hold on, hold on!” Sonic spoke hurriedly, watching the evacuating crowd in the street. His eyes wide, as the people of Westopolis were fleeing away from the direction of the cemetery. Things that looked to be corpses followed after. Shadow zig-zagged through the chaos, holding Sonic close. He didn’t like his silence, especially now. “What happened? Shadow?“

“…Something you wouldn’t have wanted to see,” He replied softly, a frown on his face as he skated past it all. Ambulance sirens, screaming, and the clamoring sound of panicked running. The gray sky that was still miserable long after the rain, the smoke seeping into the air from the car wrecks, and the bodies of those who weren’t fast enough that laid lifeless along the sidewalks. He ran through it all, because for that moment, he only cared about the hedgehog in his arms.

Sonic’s ear flicked, turning his gaze from the panicked pedestrians to Shadow, who was staring straight ahead. “Shadow… Who?” he asked softly, yet received no response. Shadow’s silence only induced his anxiety. “Who?”

Shadow only held him tighter.

weel tats all… hope the projection isn’t too real here and err… ya! Now it’s getting to the early middle sooo! yay!

#bowies art #sonadow #pull you from your guilt #zombic au #my fanfic #fan fiction #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow angst

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deltas-writing-corner · 2 years

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Ok so something like this happened to me recently 😭. Can you do a scenario where y/n has a professor that doesn’t like her, cause she’s a little behind on her subject (With taking care of Tsumiki and newborn Gumi) he’s super passive aggressive and it hurts her feelings. Without her knowing Toji does a drive by and scares the living shit out of him.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Toji x F!reader

Word count: 2k~

AN: I’m so sorry I’m answering this months after you sent the request ;;; I hope you’re doing well with your academics anon <3 Remember folks C’s get degrees

Warnings: mentions of childbirth/postpartum depression | misogyny (towards reader) | mentions of murder | intimidation

This can’t be happening to you. You swear on your life that your paper was in your binder like it always is. It wouldn’t be as much of an issue as you’re making it out to be if that one flimsy piece of paper wasn’t worth a large chunk of your grade. Does it help that your professor is such an uptight asshole when it comes to punctuality?

No, it doesn’t.

“We can’t keep doing this, (Y/N),” your professor grumbles with unwanted disappointment. “I’ve made it clear in the syllabus that I make no exceptions for late work unless the circumstances are dire.”

“Please,” you beg. Your body is still recovering from your agonizing labor two months prior. Nevertheless, you bow your head down to a respectable angle. It feels strange to do so now that you no longer have a bulging belly. Yet despite how nice it is to have your body to yourself again, it didn’t stop the birthing blues from taking hold of you. “My apartment isn’t far. I can head over there and bring back my assignment before your office hours end.”

“Very well,” he relents. “But this truly is the only exception I’m going to make, understand?”

“Yes!” you elate. “Thank you so much!”

It’s only when the professor leaves the lecture hall that you put away your materials and bolt out the doors yourself. Normally, you like to grab a meal and study in the library before heading back to your shared apartment with Toji, but finding and turning in that stupid piece of paper is far more important.

“I’m on my way back home.”

“I figured you would,” Toji says on the other line. “You left your paper on the kitchen counter.”

“What?!” you gasp. “Why didn’t you text me earlier?”

“Because I have a newborn son who needs to be taken care of?” He laughs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Also, Tsumiki came down with a fever, so I’m dealing with two dependent little shitheads.”

“Papa, that’s a bad word,” Tsumiki’s nasally voice scolds him in the background. “No bad words.”

“Right, sorry.”

“Put her on the phone,” you demand. He happily obliges, if only to spare him from your hectic attitude for a moment.

After a worrisome coughing fit, Tsumiki says, “I’m sick.”

“I’ll make you some soup when I get home, okay?”

“Okay,” she says with tired enthusiasm. “Can baby ‘Gumi sleep with ‘Miki?”

“Of course, but only when ‘Miki gets better, otherwise she’ll get baby ‘Gumi sick,” you tell her. “Put your father back on the phone.”

There’s some shuffling on the other end. “Can you pick up some medicine on the way back?”

You look down at your watch. There should be enough time for a quick detour. “I’m on it.”

With a tight minute to spare, you make it just in time to hand in your assignment to your professor, who has begun to quietly pack up his belongings before your arrival.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t come.”

“I’m so sorry,” you profusely apologize. “My daughter got sick, and nearly every corner store I went into was out of the medicine she needed. Traffic was also a nightmare.”

“The roads tend to get busy at this hour,” he idles. Your professor skims the front page of your assignment before carefully tucking it away in his briefcase. “I’ll have grades out by the end of the week.”

You smile, relieved that he took it. “Thank you again for granting me this exception. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Fushiguro,” he starts. “I hope you do not take this the wrong way, but how important is your education to you?”

A bit caught off guard by his sudden line of question, you carefully answer back with, “It means everything to me.”

“Good,” he nods, but it doesn’t bring you any reassurance. “I suggest you sort out your priorities and stop making light of your academics.” He straightens up the cufflinks of his dress shirt. “I understand that it’s not easy, but being a parent is no excuse to fall behind.”

Your eyes flutter with utter confusion. “Excuse me?”

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way.” He has the audacity to put his hands up in a defensive manner. “Plenty of women find themselves with children at inconvenient times-”

“My children are not inconveniences,” you cut in. You have half a mind to rip off those brooches of his and stick them in his eyeballs.

“All I’m saying is that you need to think things more carefully in the future. You may be excelling fine in your classes now, but if you continue to make careless decisions, you’ll wind up another drop out.” He adjusts those god damn cufflinks again. “I’ve seen many women in your situation. It never ends well for them. Try not to become just another statistic.”

“I see,” is all you can think of saying. “I will be sure to keep your words in mind.”

You bow your head once more, mostly out of habit, bidding him a final farewell and a word of caution about the sudden downpour that happened earlier before exiting his office and making your way back to the bus stop. You’re utterly silent the entire way back home. You’re not even inclined to listen to music while counting the raindrops sliding down the glass windows.

Your arrival back to your home is met with a deafening silence. The TV isn’t on to fill the house with the idle noise of some cheesy late-night drama that Toji swears he isn’t into (he is) and hates with a burning passion (he loves it). Normally, Tsumiki likes to run towards you at full force and either tell you about her day or show you a new drawing she made, looking at you eagerly for feedback and watching you pin it to the fridge with all her other works of art with stars in her eyes.

Her absence easily has you on the verge of tears. Really, after all those backhanded, unnecessary comments from your professor, all you want is to hold Tsumiki in your arms and listen to her tell you about her day. And then there’s your sweet little Megumi. He’s only a few months old, but boy does he love to cuddle and cling to you in those few hours he’s awake. His gummy smile completely expunges all those worries and blues eating at you throughout the day. Megumi and Tsumiki are your little pieces of heaven on earth, not an inconvenience.

Toji comes out to the living room and looks towards your strewed figure, laying face first on the couch. “Long day?”

You turn and look at him. “I hate that guy,” you grumble.

“Oh. I know,” he knowingly says. “You complain about him all the time.”

“Well, I hate him even more now.”

“What happened? Did he get on your ass again?”

You recount every word spoken to you by your professor to Toji with perfection. How could you not? They kept replaying in your head over and over the entire trip back. With each word, the creases between his eyes grew harsher and harsher. If looks could kill, you would have been utterly slaughtered beyond recognition by now. Though, his shared frustration with you doesn’t make you feel better as you had hoped.

“The hell? All that shit ‘cause you forgot some homework?”

“He’s right,” you agree, begrudgingly. “I haven’t got my priorities straight, and it’s making me lag behind.”

“Yeah, well raising kids isn’t a fucking walk in the park.”

“Toji.” You look up at him with wobbling eyes. “Am I doing enough?”

He’s taken aback by your sudden dejection. Your emotions have been like a light switch with how easily they flip. Just the other day, a vaguely melancholic commercial had you in tears. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t exhausting having to deal with your fluctuating attitude after having Megumi, yet he can’t find it within himself to let you deal with it all on your own. He hates how much seeing you cry has him on edge.

“It’s gonna be alright.” He crouches down next to you and carefully pats your head. Even touch is enough to set you off. “You’re doing more than enough. Just focus on your studies and leave the rest to me.”

He takes it as a good sign when you reach behind and gently grabs his hand, holding onto him like he’s your last saving grace (he is). After quietly sulking to yourself for a couple more minutes you push yourself up and make your way to Tsumiki’s room for some much needed cuddles. Toji tries to warn you against it given how bad her fever is, but his words go in one ear and out the other.

Unsurprisingly, you end up catching a fever too. Now Toji is stuck taking care of little shitheads

What room was it again? 211? 212? No, that doesn’t sound right. It was room 2….something.

“His office is in room 214,” your tired voice says over the phone. “It’s in building B.”

Shit, he’s in building C.

After consulting a campus directory (your instructions made no sense to him), he manages to find the right building and the right room in no time. Your professor sits comfortably at his desk, marking off on assignments with a pen. Toji’s knocking is met with a curt “come in” and he shuts the door behind him when prompted.

“You don’t look familiar,” your professor notices. “Can I help you?”

“I’m here to drop off some papers for my wife.” Toji says “She’s in one of your classes.”

“Ah,” the old man nods his head with understanding. He sets his pen down and takes the paper away from Toji. “May I get your name?”

“Fushiguro. Fushiguro Toji.”

That makes the professor jump. “You’re her husband?”

“I am.”

The man hums with intrigue. He gives Toji a rather judgemental once-over. “How is she?”

“Fine,” Toji answers. “Sick, but fine.”

“That’s unfortunate,” your professor glooms. “Hopefully she’ll get better soon. Midterms are in a few weeks.”

Oh, he knows that well enough. You wouldn’t shut up about them since the semester started. It hasn't been easy juggling your responsibilities as a parent and a student. He often blames himself for adding more onto your plate with your unplanned pregnancy with Megumi. That’s why he’s here dropping off these damn papers to this piece of shit professor of yours. If the guy wants to talk shit, then let it be directed at him instead of you. Toji is familiar with people like your professor. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t want to acknowledge all the hard work and lengths you put into your education and your family’s future. All this wrinkly asshole wants to do is cherry-pick all your faults and make you feel bad they even exist.

Fuck that. That doesn’t fly with Toji. No one gets to put you down like that without having to deal with your faithful husband. He’s not stupid enough to seriously hurt the guy. Offing him when there isn’t a price tag on his head wouldn’t help either. Scaring the guy will have to do…for now. “Hey,” Toji roughly demands your professor's attention. “What’s your name?”

“Mr. Takahashi.”

“You got any kids?”

Before the man could protest Toji’s line of invasive questioning, he’s thrown off guard by the deadly glare being aimed at him. If there’s one thing Toji knows how to do, it’s how to get grown men to cower like children under his gaze.

“How many?” he asks again.

“T-Three,” professor Takahashi mutters. “Two boys and a girl.”

Toji notices the unsteady bobbing of his adam’s apple. “How ‘bout a wife?”

“Yes,” he answers, nodding his head to further convince the man starring daggers at him. “We’re in the middle of getting a divorce.”

“Shame,” Toji offers half-hearted condolences. “Hope that sorts itself out.” With his chin, he gestures towards the reasonably sized stack of ungraded paper the professor was going through before his arrival. “Wouldn’t want you to fall behind on all that grading.”

He profusely shakes his head. “No, of c-course not. I’ll have everything sorted before the weekend.”

Toji nods his head, satisfied by the results of his little shake down. “Good.”

He turns around and makes his way out of the office. Before he shuts the door behind him, he gives one final look at the professor. He’s back to scribbling down brief corrections on his assignments, but with an increased speed and unsteady hands.

Serves him right.

“Papa, I’m hungry!” Tsumiki shouts into the phone. She’s loud enough to cause the audio to peak uncomfortably into his ear.

He can hear you turn the phone back towards you. “Do you think you can grab something on your way back?”

“What does she want?”

You ask Tsumiki what she’s in the mood for. “Soup!” she demands and then lets out a big sneeze.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“You’re the best,” you praise. “Love you”

He smiles into the phone. “Love you too.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro #jjk fanfic #jjk x y/n #fem reader #jjk imagines

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shion-yu · 7 months

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Day 2 - Overworked/Exhaustion

Shu doesn't know when to take a break. Pre-Alex. Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Shumei - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23743470.shumei-tw

Shu had so much to do. This semester’s interns were in the final stages of compiling their projects and they constantly needed something from him. Yesterday his supervisor had given him yet another draft to review and edit by Friday. He was supposed to host the committee meeting this month and he hadn’t even started drafting the schedule. And this was all on top of his usual responsibilities and projects. To say he was busy was an understatement. He was hectic, an exhausted soul that couldn’t even rest peacefully to recharge because he was constantly waking up with stress dreams each night.

Mathias warned him that he seemed run down. “You’re going to run yourself sick, Shu. You gotta tell them you have too much on your plate.”

Giving up wasn’t how he got his promotion, he thought to himself. He could do all of it and more, if he just tried a little harder. He could always do more. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t slept for more than four hours a night in weeks. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been outside for longer than the time it took him to walk from his car his house or work and back. His only option was to keep going or he wouldn’t be worth anything at all...

He knew he had a fever. He could feel it in his bones, his skin, his eyes even. Everything tingled painfully, but beyond all else he felt the need to succeed. He couldn’t stop, not when people were counting on him. They believed in him because he could do it and had done it before. Other people had families waiting for them at home, Shu had no one - so it didn’t matter that he was never there.

“Shu?”

Shu looked up from his desk. He had his head buried in his hands trying to center himself so he could finish the presentation he was working on, but all the letters had started merging into one big pile in the corner of the screen for some reason. Miki stood beside his desk, a worried look on the younger woman’s face. She had two cups of coffee in her hands and held one out to Shu. “You looked tired. I got you a latte.”

It took Shu longer than it should have to process what she had said to him. “Oh... Thank you.” He forced a thin smile up at her. “Ah... Wait. What time is it?” He glanced at his watch and his eyes widened in panic. “Shit, I have a meeting in five minutes.” He must have lost track of time. Maybe even fallen asleep with how much time had passed.

Shu stood up quickly and suddenly the world around him blurred. “Shu!” That was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness and hit the ground.

He was only out for a minute, but when he opened his eyes it seemed like the whole company was around him. He looked around in panic and instant embarrassment, struggling to sit up immediately. He felt a strong pair of hands on his shoulder. It was Mathias. “Woah, don’t get up yet,” he said firmly. “You hit your head pretty bad.”

“The meeting-”

“-Canceled, obviously,” Mathias said. He was making an executive decision here and he didn’t care who might object. “You did too much. I told you this would happen.” He turned and glared at their asshole supervisor who looked pretty guilty right now. “Someone called 911.”

“Seriously? That’s not necessary. Oh, God,” Shu groaned, slumping miserably. He would have to quit. There was no way he could ever come back here, not after this.

“Too bad, it’s too late now,” Mathias said simply. “Just relax, Shu. I think you’re pretty sick. How long have you been feeling like this?”

Shu didn’t answer, partially because he didn’t know. Maybe a few days. A week. It didn’t really matter, did it? “I’m sorry...”

Mathias shook his head. “Don’t apologize, man, if anything we should be apologizing to you for not noticing.” Another backwards glare. Miki started to shoo everybody away from Shu’s desk in a retroactive attempt to preserve just an ounce of Shu’s dignity. “You have a fever. A really high one. You need to rest and nothing else. We’ll take care of your projects,” he added when Shu opened his mouth to protest again.

Shu sighed. Mathias was right. There wasn’t anything else he could do in this condition. He couldn’t even concentrate on Mathias in front of him, let alone whatever all his projects were about. “I’m gonna be known as the dude who fainted at work for the rest of my life,”

“Maybe, but life’s not only about work, Shu.”

It wasn’t? If he couldn’t be useful, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He didn’t know how else to feel validated. His mom had never taken a break and that was why he was where he was today. She’d had it so much harder, he thought, a single mom in a country where she couldn’t even understand the language. She did everything so he could succeed, she didn’t deserve a lazy son like him and-

“Shu, take a breath.” Mathias was talking to him again. Shu swallowed and tried to manage a shaky breath. He felt nauseous and dizzy and slumped against Mathias. “There you go bud, keep breathing. You’re going to be okay. It’s all fine.”

Shu tried to believe him. He tried to tell himself it was going to be fine. But what if he got fired for this? What if he’d lost all hope of respect in this company and he’d never get another promotion? What if-

“Shu!” Mathias was holding his face now. Shu stared at him in confusion and could feel tears running from the corner of his eyes. Great, now he was crying, too. Even more pathetic. “Hey. You. Are. Fine.” Mathias told him firmly. “Look, if you have to think of it this way, you need to get better so you can come back to us with all of your usual energy, okay?”

“Okay,” Shu mumbled. He closed his eyes. God, he was so tired. He just needed one good night of rest and surely... surely it would all be fine after that. He grit his teeth. He really wanted a cigarette right now. Being sick sucked... he had to hurry up and get better so he could work properly again, Mathias was right. It was the only way Shu could convince himself to rest.

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auspicious-manner · 2 years

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Can you write about Dodge visiting the reader after she's had her tonsils removed?

as someone who has gotten their tonsils removed, i definitely could have used a dodge in my life when i was recovering 🤧 also sorry this took so unbelievably long to get out, life has been so busy recently!

female reader x dodge

warnings: surgery

Before You Know It

•

Y/N’s senior year started off as strong as can be. she was mentally preparing for panic the next summer, she was only a year away from graduating, and she had just met her partner in crime; dodge mason.

her already high spirits were lifted even more when dodge arrived in carp. their personalities had clicked immediately, and it wasn’t long before their casual friendship turned into a mutual love. after a month of the new school year, Y/N and dodge began dating.

however, around winter of their senior year, Y/N’s positive mindset took a turn for the worst when she was constantly getting sick. the first time she got sick, dodge took care of her like he always did since her parents were rarely ever home. however, the second and third times getting sick in a matter of only three months began to be concerning for them. the fourth time was the breaking point.

on a cool morning in the middle of february, Y/N woke up with chills that were unrelated to the breezy air, and she felt the all too familiar pain in her throat. she immediately grabbed her phone on her nightstand and dialed dodge’s number.

dodge answered only a few rings later, groggy from just waking up. “hi Y/N, what’s up?”

“dodge, it’s happening again.”

there was a pause on the other end. “oh shit, really?”

“yeah,” Y/N started, cringing when she tried to swallow and her throat stung. “i think i have a fever too.”

“okay, i’ll be over soon. i-” dodge began before getting cut off.

“i don’t want you to have to take care of me. at this point, i’m more of your patient and less of your girlfriend. i feel bad making you come out here all the time, you have a life outside of taking care of me.”

“i seriously don’t mind. i hate seeing you in pain, and if i can help it i will. but, if you don’t want me coming over, i really do think i should take you to the doctor. i mean, there has to be something else wrong. this is your fourth time getting sick in four months, that’s not normal,” dodge replied.

Y/N sighed. “i agree, something’s not right. when will you be here?”

“give me fifteen minutes.”

“see you soon.”

Y/N put her phone down and laid back on her pillow. she didn’t even have the energy to get up and change out of her pajamas. after what seemed like only a few seconds, there was a knock at her door. she mustered up what little energy she had to get up and answer the door. when she did, dodge’s worried face was staring back at her.

“hey sweetie, how are you feeling?” he asked quietly.

Y/N’s tired eyes sent dodge a glare. “i feel like death.”

dodge held out his hand, and Y/N took it. he took her outside, and said, “let’s get you to the doctor.”

they got into dodge’s car, and he drove them to their nearest walk-in care center which was half an hour away. Y/N took a short power nap, and although dodge wanted to keep her awake to talk to her, he didn’t dare wake her. she desperately needed her rest.

when they arrived at the immediate care center, Y/N got herself checked in and before they knew it, her name was called and they travelled into the back rooms where the doctors were at.

she sat down in one of the chairs next to dodge after being assigned a room, and he took her hand in his. she wasn’t a fan of doctors offices, but with dodge next to her, she was comforted.

“so, what seems to be the problem?” the doctor asked, sitting down across from her.

“i think i have tonsillitis again, for the fourth time in four months. is there anything else we can do to prevent this from happening?” Y/N asked, a strain in her voice.

the doctor took a look at the glands in her neck, and looked down her throat.

he cringed. “oh yeah, you definitely have tonsillitis. given the amount of infections you’ve had recently, there’s not much more we can do besides surgery. it’s hard for us to give you stronger and stronger medications, because you’ll just grow a tolerance. if you get any more infections within the next few months, we’re going to have to get those tonsils out of you.”

her eyes widened, and dodge squeezed her hand a bit tighter. she was frightened of going in for yearly check ups, let alone surgeries.

the doctor prescribed her some medicine, and dodge drove Y/N home.

“dodge, i can’t have surgery. i’m not afraid of many things, but this i’m worried about,” she confided. dodge nodded in return.

“i know, i know you are. but you might not have another choice, Y/N. repeated infections are a sign of something more, and you’re going to hate me for this, but i agree with the doctor. any more infections and those things need to come out of you.”

Y/N didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. she knew deep down that surgery was a very real possibility. she just had to hope and pray this was the last infection.

her hopes and prayers were not answered, and after two more infections two months later, her surgery was scheduled for mid june, right around the time of panic. Y/N’s heart sank when the doctor told her that surgery was the next step. not only was she deathly afraid of what could happen to her during and after the surgery, she was devastated about not being able to compete in panic.

Y/N’s parents reluctantly agreed to the surgery, and the morning of, dodge drove her to the hospital. the only reason she was allowed to proceed with the surgery without a parent present was because she was 18. although dodge couldn’t come back into the pre-op room, he was there to send her off beforehand in the waiting room.

Y/N was beyond nervous for this surgery. since it was her first one, she didn’t know what to expect. it was the fear of the unknown for her.

“dodge?” she asked quietly while sitting in the waiting room.

he turned his body to look at her. “what’s up?”

“i’m scared.”

dodge sent her a sad look, and opened his arms to give Y/N a hug. she leaned in, never wanting to leave his safe embrace.

“i know you’re scared. but it’ll be over before you know it, i promise. you’ll be great.”

“what if i don’t make it out?”

he rubbed his hands on her arm. “don’t think like that, Y/N. you’re going to get through it, okay? you’re the strongest person i know,” he consoled. “i’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Y/N let a singular tear slip out of her eye. “i wish i didn’t have to do this.”

a door opened, and a nurse called her back. she sent dodge a terrified look, and dodge rested his hands on her cheeks.

“i love you,” he said quietly.

Y/N nodded, releasing the tension in her body under dodge’s touch. “i love you too.”

they let go of each other and she followed the nurse through the door.

from that moment on, everything was a bit of a blur that she couldn’t really remember. she faintly remembered changing into a hospital gown and getting an iv in her hand. she remembered getting wheeled into the operating room and the funny smell of the anesthesia that was placed over her face until she was out cold.

then, before she knew it, there was a bright light, and her eyes fluttered open. she came to, taking a moment to realize where she was at. her throat felt numb, and her mind felt dazed. when she looked around, there was a nurse by her side.

“w-where’s dodge?” she asked weakly, feeling a strain in her voice when she talked. dodge was on her mind when she went under, and he was on her mind when she woke up. she needed her comfort person by her side.

the nurse laughed. “good morning to you too. the surgery went well, everything went completely normal and we got those pesky tonsils of yours out,” she paused. “your boyfriend is still here, but he’s not allowed back here. you’ll see him when you get discharged.”

Y/N frowned. “he’s family, i-i want to see him.”

the nurse smiled sadly at her. “i know you do. but it’s the hospital’s rules, not mine.”

“can you make an exception?”

the nurse saw how she was pleading. she looked up at the machines Y/N was attached to, and thought about it. “i’ll make an exception, just this once. don’t tell anyone else i’m doing this.”

the nurse detached Y/N from the machines and wheeled her bed to another recovery room, where the doctor would meet with her and dodge would be able to see her.

the nurse left to go get dodge after the doctor came in.

“hi Y/N, how are you feeling?” he asked happily.

she paused. “not too bad right now.”

“that’s good. enjoy it while it lasts, as soon as that anesthesia wears off it’s going to be painful.”

she sighed, not excited for the immense pain in her near future.

after having a conversation with the doctor, he left, and dodge came into her room. the nurse excused herself to give the pair some privacy.

“hey sweetie, how are you doing?” he asked gently, bending down so his head was closer to hers. he reached his hand over and rubbed the top of her head carefully.

“my throat hurts a little bit, but i’m okay,” she stared deep into dodge’s bright blue eyes that were so full of care and admiration. her body softened under his glare. “i’m so happy to see you.”

dodge smiled wide. “i’m so happy to see you too. i told you you’d do great.”

not long later, the doctor came back in and discussed the daunting healing process with Y/N. she listened to every word, afraid for the painful two weeks she was to experience.

then, when the doctors thought she was ready, she was discharged and dodge pushed her wheelchair all the way out to his parked car. after getting to the car, he guided her into the front seat.

she took a long nap on the car ride back to her house. Y/N was sleeping off the anesthesia, and she realized she wasn’t going to feel as good when she woke up. the anesthesia was masking her pain.

she awoke to dodge gently rocking her shoulder back and forth.

“Y/N, are you awake?”

her eyes opened and she saw she was in her driveway. “now i am.”

dodge helped her out of the car, and with one arm around her waist, he helped her walk into the house. when she got to her bedroom, she quickly laid down and got underneath her covers.

“are you hungry at all?” dodge asked, getting a nod from Y/N in response.

“i’ll go get you some applesauce.”

a short while later, dodge came back with a cup of applesauce and a spoon. Y/N was thrilled to be able to get food in her stomach.

however, her joy didn’t last long. when she swallowed the applesauce, she felt like she was swallowing glass. dodge watched her grimace.

“everything alright?” he asked cautiously.

“that hurt so bad,” she said after she got it down.

dodge cringed. “really?”

Y/N nodded. “really.”

“well, you need to eat. finish that up, and i’ll get you your liquid ibuprofen to ease the pain.”

dodge left again, and Y/N tried her best to not groan every time she took a bite of applesauce. she wasn’t sure how she was going to survive the next two weeks like this.

after what felt like an eternity, she had finished her applesauce and dodge was back with a small cup of liquid ibuprofen. she took it like a shot, and scrunched her face up. she leaned back into her bed and dodge walked to her door.

“i’ll leave you to nap, you need your rest,” dodge started before closing the bedroom door behind him.

“wait, dodge,” Y/N said, her voice raspy. “please stay.”

dodge smiled. “okay, if you say so.”

dodge got into the bed next to her, and she immediately leaned into his body and rested her head on his chest. she felt she could finally relax when she had someone familiar by her side.

“i’ll be with you every day until you’re better. i hate seeing you like this,” dodge told her.

“i can’t have you do that, i’d feel so bad. it’s not fair for you to spend your summer trapped with me. and besides, you have panic coming up. just because i can’t be in panic anymore doesn’t mean you should slack off just to be with me. i won’t let you, dodge.”

“i’m not going to listen to you,” he started. “i love you, and i’ll go to the ends of the earth for you if it meant i could help you. just let me do this.”

she went silent, which was a sign that she wasn’t going to fight dodge’s suggestion. dodge began to speak again. “you know, you’re stronger than i am, i think i would have chickened out of a surgery like that,” dodge told her.

Y/N scoffed. “you’re dodge mason. you’re not afraid of anything.”

“that’s not entirely true. i lead people to believe that, but i have my own fears.”

Y/N smiled against his chest. “like what?”

“like… losing you.”

she blushed. “you’re not getting rid of me any time soon.”

dodge kissed the top of her head. “good.”

#mike faist #mike faist imagine #mike faist x reader #panic on prime #mike faist fanfiction #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason x reader #dodge mason

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kickingitwithkirk · 1 year

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When the past won't let go

Summary: Sometimes there’s more to the story

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader

Word Count: 2511

Warnings: cursing, past memories, angst, personal conflict, mentions of death, revealing secrets

Square Filled: Forbidden Relationship @walker-bingo

A/N: This segment is told from Walker's POV

A/N II: part six of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.

*Set between 2.05 Partners and Third Wheels & 2.06 Douglass Fir

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

Walker

“Agent Graves knew Stan Morrison killed your wife...”

Those eight words turned my heart inside out again.

It was a good thing Micki showed up at that moment, she took one look and ordered me to take a walk before I lost my shit and hospital security got called.

I ended up in one of the city's parks heading down a hiking trail that thankfully wasn’t busy this time of day came to an outcropping near the river, sat down, and took off my hat, letting it dangle between my legs, going back over that year.

The pain was followed by excessive drinking and extended workload, using both to numb me, barely going through the motions of life without actually being in it till the accident at home and decided it was best for all to leave, going undercover on Operation: Watch The Throne.

After months of trying to make inroads, those two women came; Twyla Jean, who got me into the Kings through a fake relationship, and Y/N, the mystery piece who made me put in the work to crack open the door she used to keep everyone at bay.

The one my memories, or is it my heart, refuses to release me from.

Later Stan’s betrayal was exposed after years of friendship..hell, the man was family, sent us all into a tailspin cumulated with us standing upon that spot forced him to confess after Emily stumbled upon a drug haul he pulled the trigger on the kill shot to save his own skin from Northside Nation.

All this time, now I’m wondering how many other things I’ve missed.

I peered through the view window to see Micki texting on her phone spotting me taps a finger to her lips, and came out quietly shutting the door.

“You cooled off?”

“Yeah, hey, thank you for giving me some time to sort stuff out.”

“Is it sorted?”

“For now. So did Y/N write anything else about Mannon?”

“She wrote down a few places he might be hiding but so far, no sign he’s been to any of them. The doctor came by and said she’ll be out tomorrow. I let Cap know and he’s arranging a safe house.”

“Okay, good.”

“So, you wanna tell me about it?”

“No.”

Micki’s eyebrow arched, “since when?”

I spy James coming down the hall, “how about not right now.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Hold him to what?” James asked, “Cap, we all set?” Micki deflected.

“Everything’s set but I’d rather finish this discussion a little more privately,” he opens the door for her to enter first, “I called in a couple of favors and got the safe house in Buffalo.”

“That’s not in our jurisdiction,” Micki says and James lowers his voice, “I did some digging. It’s not been substantiated but it’s looking like Mannon may not only have informants in Austin but other law enforcement agencies, so we need to fly under the radar on this.”

“You’re thinking Graves is on the leaks?”

“I could’ve told you that,” a scratchy voice answered.

“You’re supposed to be writing, not talking.” I sternly say and you give me that particular look hear James stifle a laugh before clapping my shoulder, “good luck with that.”

Next morning

The nurse had finished going over discharge instructions when James dropped by with the safehouse details and informed us that the landlord had taken what Y/N had of value as payment for damages and tossed everything else.

“My bag, y’all happen to confiscate it?” James shook his head, “I’m sorry, we didn’t find it.”

“What happened to the clothes I had on?”

“They had to cut your uniform off and you were barefoot.”

“Leave it to that sonuvabitch to take my last sixty-five bucks.” Y/N croaked out.

“I’ve already signed off on a purchase voucher for what you’ll need,” James said, “I’ll reach out to some contacts who can help with getting you back on your feet once we have Mannon in custody.”

Tugging at the robe-covered hospital gown, “wonder if they’ll let me keep this lovely ensemble, maybe get some of those awesome slippers to match since I don’t have a-pot to piss in.”

She broke off coughing and I grabbed the water cup, “that’s what you get for talking too much,” sticking the straw between her lips. “You can borrow my stuff till we get you some.”

“I’m no charity case, Ranger Walker,” Y/N mumbled around the straw.

“Never thought you were.”

Buffalo, TX

“Well, this is quaint.”

Micki’s sarcasm wasn’t far off.

The safe house turned out to be an older one-bedroom, one-bath ranch in the middle of nowhere with a pull-out and doorways I have to duck through.

“At least we got a clear view of the perimeter.”

“For once I’m happy it’s winter, makes it harder for anyone to hide, even in camo,” Micki commented. “We’ll still need to periodically check around that corpse of trees, looked pretty thick when we pulled in.”

“Let’s hope Mannon hasn’t caught on to our ruse and is following the decoy to Fredericksburg.”

Micki opened the fridge, “whoever set this up didn’t leave much, I better do a supply run.”

“Why you?”

“Cause an almost 6’5” Sasquatch in Ranger clothes isn’t gonna stand out?”

“Good point. Head out-of-town so locals stay in the dark.”

“I’ll change and go to Palestine or Mexia,” Micki grabs her bag and goes into the bedroom leaving the door cracked, “gotta feeling we'll be stuck here for a while, so I’ll double up on the groceries, especially with how much you pack away.”

“Funny, where’s Y/N?”

Micki walked out slipping on her jacket and crossing her arms, “locked herself in the bath muttering something about preferring the hoosgow then stuck in an ace in the hole with a tenderfoot and blatherskite. She’s got quite the mouth on her.”

“Y/N tends to be colorful when stressed.”

“What’s she like normally?”

“Sarcasm on a shingle.” Y/N sarcastically quips.

My breath hitched seeing you in my flannel and faded jeans, the type so worn in they’re almost too comfortable to take off, accentuating your curves that’ve haunted my dreams spot toes peeking out under the rolled cuffs.

“What’re you grinning at?”

“You ahh, you still wear that purple polish.”

“Right. I’m gonna get going,” I felt Micki’s scrutiny, mouthing behave, making mine downturn in response.

“I see Ramirez doesn’t tolerate any of your bullshine either.”

Not giving me a chance to respond, you walk off to the cupboard finding the extra set of bedding and pillows come back, cocking your head for me to move.

“What’re you doing?”

“Making up the pullout.”

“Okay, but you’re not sleeping out here.”

“Why?”

“What’d ya mean why? You’re doubling up with Micki..”

“You two can double up in this dice house, I’m parking it out here!”

“The hell you are! Look, your ex has proven he can slip in and out of places undetected so until he’s in custody, we’re going to need to keep you within eyesight 24/7.”

“Ranger Walker, does that mean you’re personally gonna join me in the bath and scrub my back?”

“I..you..you know that’s not what I meant!”

“I’m not going to argue this one,” your voice is wearing out from overuse, “Y/N you probably aren't gonna believe me but I understand what a traumatic..”

“How am I supposed to believe anything coming from that mouth of yours?” Shit, the sheer vitriol in your voice.

“I know this is my only chance at earning any trust from you again, and I‘m gonna be one hundred percent open and honest.” Sitting down I looked up at her with no filters, “remember me telling you about my wife?”

“You said she died in an accident.”

“Her name was Emily. The last time I saw her, she and a friend headed for the border, restocking supply stations. She called..she was so scared then I heard gunshots..I tried calling her back but I knew.”

Fuck, feel like I’m gonna choke on my tongue.

“After the funeral, I buried myself in the job and the bottle. Finally, my family, James, and Stan Morrison did an intervention. I couldn’t be there anymore so I told them I was taking the undercover job outta town..and lost myself in those months. ”

I wasn’t expecting you to sit down next to me, let alone place your hand on my leg, and took the risk of placing my hand on top of yours.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes and have no right but I am asking you to give me, Cordell Walker, a chance to prove you can trust me.”

Days later

“How much more time does she need?” Micki snapped.

Y/N’s indecisiveness was wearing on all our nerves, seriously thinking of hitting that bottle I’d snuck in.

Of course, it didn’t help this morning Micki decided to try talking, okay, she tried some psychoanalysis learned from Adrianna, leading to one helluva blowout that had me physically hauling Y/N outside like a sack of taters.

Glancing away from you angrily pacing outside to an equally angry Micki, “as long as she needs. Look, we’re all tired and cranky..”

“You think?”

“We can’t push..”

“.. then implement those charms of yours Beau so we can..”

“Wrap this up and move on to the next case?”

We both startled not hearing you come in, “gee, wish it was that easy for me, I’d love to be able to move on from this.”

“You’ve had ample opportunity to tell anyone in law enforcement..”

“If I had, I'd been dead a long time ago.”

“What?”

“There’s a shitload more to this than you’ve been told.”

“Walker, grab that bottle I know you’ve got, and let’s all get real comfortable,” Micki retrieved three cups and sat down.

“I don’t wanna discuss my personal goings-on so let’s start with what brought him here.” Y/N threw back her drink, “ya know why I ditched my real name?”

“Your file wasn’t clear.”

“Because I wouldn’t play their reindeer games.” Not entirely sure where she was going and Micki appeared as puzzled as me. “Wait, you two really don’t know who my family are?”

“No.”

“Daddy got his start by helping certain elected individuals with their less-than-legal activities. In appreciation, they made him Senator Y/D/L/N.”

“One of the Senators who confirms PSC appointments,” Micki states, and I add, “PSC oversees DPS,” some more pieces click, “he found out about Stan’s illegal activities.”

Y/N tapped the side of her nose.

“The mysterious appearance of pension funds also blipped on the Secret Services financial investigations radar but they didn’t have enough tangible evidence against Morrison. It was sheer coincidence Eric was sent at the same time the Kings started robbing banks.”

“The Kings started a few months before Walker went undercover.”

“No, they’d started small a few years ago, Clint wanted it down to a T before moving on to bigger game, that was Eric’s in. He came up with partnering with Northside; in exchange for laundering the money, they’d make a delivery or pickup while on the circuit, that’s how Clint, Crystal, and Jaxon got misdemeanor drug charges. When Twerp came in, Clint persuaded her into giving Northside banking information on the businesses they were interested in, like The Side Step and Carlos Mendoza's family businesses.”

“Wow, gotta give it to Graves,” Micki interjects, “she’s better at burying shit than I’d given her credit for.”

Y/N gave me a curious look, “you didn’t know any of this?”

“No, but it makes sense, what Stan said, this can’t go on. I thought it was my screwing up at home but I was already getting too close before going under, why he hoped that the Rodeo Kings would end me.”

“Just like Clint, might’ve called you family but didn’t stop him from turning if he thought you were a threat.”

Micki pointedly glares at Y/N, “and you blithely went along with them, not caring who got hurt..”

Y/N shot outta her seat and disappeared outside.

Shit!

I sat down next to Y/N and leaned back against the same corps trees that half circled a small pond hand her one of the mugs I’d brought.

“Been out here awhile, thought you might need a warm-up.” She took a sip and smiled, “you’ve never forgotten what I like since that first time you offered me coffee.”

“My daddy told me before I got married, ‘son, the key to a happy marriage is never forget what a woman likes to drink’.”

Y/N sighed, “Clint always was crazier than a Kiowa Paint Mare, somewhere along the way, he got twisted. I never believed he’d take things that far, or hurt your family as he did.”

“How’d you..”

“Trevor. He told me everything but your real name.”

“Clint blamed me for Crystal, for what happened that day, wanted me to understand what it was to suffer. If Trevor hadn’t interfered, I’da killed him with my bare hands.”

“Then you’d have become him.”

“Hmph, I’ve been on the edge of that precipice more than once.” “But you didn’t jump,” she said, “your Jimmy Cricket didn’t let you.”

“Let your conscience be your guide Jimmy Cricket?”

“No, don’t know what else to call it. That something that stops you from stepping off the ledge of not coming back,” she shrugged.

“For me, it’s my family. No matter how hard it gets, they never gave up on me.”

Y/N starts playing with the chain for my dog tags, making the rational part of my brain holler at me this is wrong, she’s under my protection and off limits.

Irrational desire flames in me as her feathery touch makes my skin tingles, accept the invitation of tasting her sweet lips.

A hand covering my mouth instinctively made me grab their arm.

“Walker, it’s me,” Y/N whispered before removing her hand, “stay quiet, there are people moving around outside.”

“How many?”

“Not sure but I saw three night-sights.”

Shit, not good hear Micki stirring, “hey, we’ve got company.”

***

“Slow down but don’t stop,” I reach for my duffel from the floorboard.

“Walker, whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

“Stick to the plan..”

“..you bailing out of a moving vehicle wasn’t..”

“He’s right,” Y/N grabs hers, “sticking together gonna get you killed. I’ll split, you two can say it was during the firefight and..”

“..I’m coming with you..”

“..the hell you are..”

“..you are in my custody and my responsibility. Micki, got any extra cash on you?”

I rifled through the wallet she tossed me, “get Liam to discretely look into Graves’s recent activities, got a feeling Mannon’s sudden appearance wasn’t random, and tell James I’ll be in contact in a few days.”

“Walker..”

“I know. Be careful Flor, we don’t know who to trust inside the circle anymore.”

Glancing in the rearview mirror, “on three.”

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mcfiddlestan · 5 months

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Fic Passage Game: From "You can have half."

Say something, you idiot.

“How have you —“

“Happy Birth —“

They started to speak at the same time and followed it up with an awkward chuckle.

“Sorry.”

Loki grinned. “I was just going to say happy birthday.”

“Oh. Thank you. Here’s to twenty-four, eh?” He mock-toasted with a tootsie roll, making Loki laugh, and took a bite of it. “So, Thor’s here? I didn’t see him around.”

“He’s here,” Loki answered, nodding. “He’s probably in one of your dozens of bedrooms upstairs. His girlfriend from back home accompanied us, so...”

“Girlfriend? Since when?”

Loki smirked. “They broke up after high school, when he left for college. They didn’t think the long distance would work since she stayed to go to a school closer to home. He went back to visit a few months ago and ran into her at the shop she manages. They hadn’t seen each other in a while, but sparks flew again, I guess.”

“Hm,” Tony hummed leaning on the counter with one hand. “Well, good for him. She cute?”

A snort escaped Loki, more at Tony than the question itself. “Yes, actually, she’s beautiful. If I was into girls…”

Tony’s brows rose, his expression impressed. “Oh really?” They both enjoyed a laugh when Loki blushed again. After their laughter faded, though, it got awkwardly quiet again. Tony tried to think of something to get Loki talking again — because holy fuck his voice did things to him — and he managed to say the first thing that came to mind. “How’s it going with that Bucky guy?”

The humor faded from Loki’s face and Tony wondered if that was a subject he wasn’t supposed to approach. Loki cleared his throat. “Erm, we’re not — that didn’t — we didn’t really see each other for very long.”

“Oh…?” He’d heard through mutual friends that Loki had started seeing some long-haired, motorcycle riding baseball player about a month after they stopped seeing each other. He wasn’t jealous at all. But he also wasn’t mad that they couldn’t make it work either. “So, what was it? No connection? Busy schedules?”

Loki looked down at his lap, a wide grin curving his lips. “No,” he said on a chuckle. “I just didn’t stand a chance after he met the quarterback of the football team. They’ve been together since Spring Break.”

Tony stared, brown eyes wide, almost comically. “Shut up, he’s dating Rogers now? Wait. I thought Rogers was with that British chick. You know? The pretty one.”

Loki shook his head. “No, they broke up last year, before summer. Peggy went back to England for the break and met someone. An American, from Los Angeles. Her name is Angie, if I recall.”

“Really? Wow.” Tony scratched his fingers through the short, dark hairs covering his chin, contemplating all this new information. “What the hell is in the water here? Is everybody gay now?”

Loki chuckled. “I believe they would be considered bisexual. But…yes. Peggy is looking into transferring to a school in Los Angeles.”

Tony’s only response was to raise his brows. “Oh, shit. Well, good for her, too.”

“Mm,” Loki hummed in agreement.

“You sure got the lowdown on everybody, huh.”

“Not everybody,” Loki murmured, his lips just barely curving. A chill went up Tony’s spine as their eyes met and he had to look away. “I don’t really talk to a lot of people. I tend to…fade into the background. They forget I’m there and…they talk. I listen. I watch.”

This could have totally been an experience for me in my early 20s. And I wrote it with the people I knew at that time in mind.

I was a part of a band sorority that worked together with a band fraternity (technically my group was a frat too bc it was formed before sororities were a thing but y’know sexism). My sister became a Sister two semesters before me. Her boyfriend (future ex-hubby) and the guy who would be my first boyfriend (future ex) and my current BFF of 20+yrs would become Brothers the semester before I rushed. As you can imagine, having two groups of 20-30yrs old in close proximity 24/7 meant there were a lot of relationships happening — and a lot of swapping.

It was, rather, incestuous. But anyway…that’s kind of what I had in mind when Loki is recalling where everyone’s at romantically.

I wrote this one pretty quickly bc I just knew where to take it. Glad you liked it!

#mischief and tea by the sea #matbts #500 words of fic #asked and answered

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 2 years

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Hi. I know this doesn’t fall under the purview of sex ed, but google hasn’t been helpful and I feel like I’m going insane. I have a history of anxiety and mild paranoia and I feel like I’m blowing this out of proportion.

I take walks regularly in the same park. For the last couple months I’ve seen the same guy riding his bike there - youngish looking, I thought maybe he was a kid from the nearby high school or community college. He would sometimes yell something at me as he rode by, but i wear headphones so I didnt hear it. The last time i saw him, i actually took off my headphones and he was talking about bear tracks in the woods and offered to show them to me, which I declined and kept on about my business.

Last night, he actually got in my way, got off his bike, bowed to me and called me madam and offered me a rose. I told him i didnt want it and that this was weird, and he basically begged me to take it and started trying to play everything off like “oh I just picked a rose and thought it would be nice to give it to someone and well I saw a pretty girl and thought it should be for you.” And then rode off on his bike. I had to call my girlfriend to walk home cause I was afraid he was going to follow me.

Is this actually as creepy as it feels? Do you have resources you can direct me to for how to like. Deal with these sort of incidents? I’m 23 and I’ve never had anything remotely like this happen before. Thanks for your time, and I’m sorry, I know this isn’t the sort of ask you’re used to answering.

I mean yeah it sucks and that's annoying and unsettling even if he doesn't have any malicious intentions (which he almost certainly doesn't; the vast majority of men who do shit like this are normal dudes who just. don't realize how it comes across). it would rattle me for sure and we all know I'm an unflappably heartless bitch.

love that you made it 23 years without a dude being a pest to you while you're trying to mind your own business; congrats on that. as someone who's drawn a truly insane amount of street harassment due to the part of town where I live and work and the sheer amount of time I've spent on public transit, I recommend getting really comfortable avoiding eye contact, keeping your gaze straight ahead, and either fully fucking ignoring problem guys or getting real comfortable making them uncomfortable. say no, keep walking, headphones back in immediately if you took them out at all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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acacia-luna-royal · 2 years

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So, I’ve had this written in my phone notes almost all week since Sunday as well as not being able to go into the internet because either my cat or my sister’s cat was fucking around on the cabinet and broke our freaking WiFi box so it stopped working, so someone had to come out and fix it but that took a while, and as it was almost the end of the month, my phone bill wasn’t topped up because I didn’t have enough money in my bank, so I couldn’t even use my data 😭 but MY GOD!! You guys have been busy! I’ve missed so much of tumblr and damn have I missed you guys! *cries in a corner* Anyway, here is just a few things I want to say about episode 12 and the feels this episode got me feeling.

*Deep fucking breath* Yep, NAILED IT!

Yo, episode 12... where the fuck do I start? It started off with cavity level sweetness... ended with all the salt in the sea and lemons plus limes squeezed into every single cut you can think of, like when you use hand sanitiser on a paper cut fuck that shit hurts! This episode was a fucking whirlwind of emotions and I was hit with so many feelings way too fast and way too hard.

Right off the bat, we get this first scene with Porsche dropping Porschay off at the university for his interview. We have our sweet baby Porschay, although he’s heartbroken, he tries his absolute best to stay strong for his big brother, who smiles at him with pride and proudness that just melts your heart. And then Porschay decided to throw his resume into the bin, trying to rid that part of his life that had Kim involved, as all the time Porschay and Kim spent together was a façade, a foundation - in Porschay’s eyes - built and revolving around lies. But there’s also guilt there because Porschay worked hard to get into that university. He worked hard for both himself and for Porsche; his big brother, who has been working so damn hard to make sure Porschay is able to go to school and is able to study at the university of his dreams.

Porschay struck by culpability because Porsche - working so damn hard to make Porschay’s dream a reality - said that seeing his little brother get into that university was his own dream. Porsche smiles so beautifully and so brightly at Porschay, happiness to the MAX at seeing his brother take the first step to getting his degree. And even though Porschay has had his heart broken by someone he is still in love with, he’s hurting but seeing how happy Porsche is and how proud his big brother is of him, Porschay tries his absolute best to stay strong and keep a brave face for Porsche and it broke my heart. No literally, I was a whimpering mess, this part wrecked me. This scene, man, the impact of feels I had within the first two minutes was unreal. I thought my heart would burst at my chest, and the episode had only just started, like fuck, I was wondering how the hell I was going to manage the rest of the episode. (And I also happen to be INCREDIBLY protective of the Kittisawasd brothers. Looking at you Theerapanykuls, though not Tankhun, he’s a king in every way and I’ll always love him, he can do no wrong.)

Porsche finding out that the guy who was in charge of the goons beating up his debt collecting uncle was actually working with Kinn at the beginning and was also responsible for helping Kinn get Porsche to work for him. Yes, Kinn was following orders from his father, but keeping it from Porsche all this time, that was the wrong move. My jaw literally dropped during this scene, I almost caught flies. I was in shock. If I were Porsche in this situation, I would have yelled, I would have maybe slapped Kinn, I would have probably walked away and refused to talk to him until I calmed down.

Porsche here was so collected, even when you could tell that he was livid, he was also in disbelief. He didn’t submit to Kinn’s attempt to hold him, he refused to let Kinn touch him until he got the answers he so rightfully deserved. And when Kinn made another move to step closer followed by an “I’m sorry,” Porsche told him to back off. Porsche wasn’t going to give in without an explanation to the lies and the cause to him feeling like a fool for not having known or seen this sooner. He was lied to. He was betrayed. And the one person who he knows doesn’t trust easily because of being betrayed in the past, was supposed to be different and not be a liar too. He gave Kinn all of him and more, and Porsche believed that Kinn had given him that in return, but it turns out it was splintered. Yes, Porsche knows that there’s deep intense truth to Kinn’s feelings towards him, but if there’s lies in the beginning that haven’t been addressed yet and have been playing out all this time, even while they’ve been together as an official couple, then of course Porsche is going to be hesitant to fall straight back into Kinn’s arms and to take in his apologies. And this isn’t just about a lie being told to Porsche, it’s the involvement of Porsche’s house - the last thing that Porsche has from his late parents; a house, a home, he and his little brother treasures. Porsche said to Kinn that Kinn knows how much that house means to him, and Kinn still didn’t tell him that he had been affiliated with the guy who threatened to take his family home away from him and his little brother. So, he’s rightfully pissed off.

It’s only with the heartfelt promise from Kinn; a promise that Kinn will find all the answers that Porsche is looking for, a promise that Porsche is able to believe by looking and reading the honesty in Kinn’s eyes, (because Kinn and Porsche have created a state of communication that literally just involves them locking eyes and this communication is damn strong, we’ve all noticed it), that Porsche eventually lets Kinn move closer to touch him, to wrap his arms around him, to hold him. Porsche doesn’t reciprocate the hold though, and Kinn understands why he doesn’t.

Kinn stands alongside Porsche as they confront Papa Korn together; as partners, as lovers, as a couple who trust each other. They stand side by side with Porsche slightly in front, but Kinn lets Porsche do the talking. He only asks a question out of shock to his father’s words when Papa Korn explains that he covered up the murder of Porsche’s parents and that the driver happened to be Papa Korn’s friend. They find out a lot more from Papa Korn than they bargained for when they stomped their way over to where Papa Korn was working with his clay. Porsche wanted answers about why he was actually chosen to work for the main Theerapanyakul family, but gained the reason as to who killed his parents alongside the reason of him being chosen to work for them as a way of Papa Korn paying his respects to him. Porsche having had enough of the bullshit and the “sorry”s, closes his eyes, tames the fire wanting to explode inside of him, and then tells Papa Korn (way too politely in my opinion) that he’s thankful for the help, but he doesn’t need it and then storms off. Man, did I wish Porsche had done more. I used to like Papa Korn but he just keeps proving to be more of a dick (but he’s still way better than Kan ironically). Kinn is also furious. He’s furious because he was also lied to by his own father, but he’s also infuriated that his father is one of the main the reasons why his love is so distressed and betrayed and heartbroken, when Porsche had just found out about the secret that Kinn had kept from him, which Kinn is feeling guilty from as now both Kinn and Korn are to be blame, but mainly Korn.

Consensual VegasPete!!!

WAS KINN AND PORSCHE’S FIRST TIME THIS DAMN INTENSE!! I CAN’T REMEMBER MY MIND’S GONE BLANK!! The fact that it was Pete who pulled Vegas back to pull him into a kiss... Vegas’ surprise and his hand hovering, not knowing what do to or how to respond for a second before he fell straight into it and reciprocated just as passionately; Vegas becoming so happily overwhelmed with the way Pete was kissing him and handling him just... 😫*Chef’s Kiss* For me, It was when Vegas walked past Pete after saying: “But a guy like you, it’s no fun when you don’t give in,” and then Pete just turns him around, grabs his face and kisses him, giving off “Bitch, I’m gonna show you the best type of fun you’ve ever had in your entire fucking life” vibes and OMG!! Believe me when I tell you that I choked mid scream! That was fucking amazing!!

Honestly, give Bible and Build all the oscars, all the Grammys, all the awards! This scene was so damn mind-blowing! I think the condoms in this show also have their own representation and sponsor just like the Maseratis, the inhaler and their majesty bread. Man, you VegasPete fans, my darlings, you were fed a gourmet buffet this episode holy shit! And what the hell is with Build and Apo having such gorgeous curves?!?! Why? How? I just... 😭 And the way Vegas kissed his way down Pete’s neck, then down his back to then more or less (I think I saw this right) kiss Pete’s buttcheeks just OMG AHDHAKNSDJS!! Those damn satisfied smiles afterwards between them as well... HOLY FUCK!!! Though, I would like to point out that the music that was used for this love scene is called “Stable Delusion”, and I don’t really know what to think of that fact.

Kinn leaving the main family manor and deciding that Porsche is far more important than his home, his job, his father, because Porsche is his home now and wherever Porsche goes, that’s where Kinn’s home will be. Kinn literally said that he can have the best kind of happiness in the world, as long as he has Porsche! I mean... LOOK AT THE WAY KINN LOOKS AT PORSCHE WHEN HE SAYS THAT... status of the heart: more or less healed, just gonna need six months of recovery and cardio therapy.

This scene was fucking beautiful in every way imaginable. Me thinking at first that Porsche not only left the Theerapanyakul manor and taking his brother with him, leaving Kinn there as well... I started whimpering, I honestly thought Porsche had left Kinn at the house because I didn’t think Kinn would be allowed to leave. But then Kinn, oh my fucking CHRIST, him walking out to the garden with a plate of glasses and the royal majesty bread, to bring out to Porsche and Porschay!!! I had butterflies in my brain, stomach, heart and soul, that was the purest fucking thing ever OMG!!! I will never get over this, I really won’t, not ever! Kinn saying that Porsche’s happiness means the world to him... my heart, just take it, it’s only giving me arrhythmia. Porschay looking between his brother and his brother’s boyfriend with that sweet knowing look and smile, literally the sibling look of “omg, you guys are so cute it’s gross but I’m so happy that you’re happy” and just... urgh, this scene was so freaking precious and beautiful I just can’t deal.

I always said to myself that if I see Porsche cry, like literally bawling, I’ll cry and my heart will break. Welp, I had that twice this fucking episode, holy shit I couldn’t breathe through my nose for hours! I don’t know how long I cried for, all I know is that I had to pause the episode to let it out because it really broke my heart. Apo, you just... you ruin me. I was so thankful for Kinn just holding Porsche, telling Porsche that his parents would be proud of him for not killing their murderer, Kinn telling Porsche that he’s proud of him too... *whimpers* take my heart please, it’s in fragments, but it might come in handy for something because it’s sitting useless in my chest.

Kim realising he fucked up BIG time. Finding out Porschay didn’t attend his interview stunned him, not knowing that he could have had that much of an effect on Porschay. Ya dingus.

The way Kim looks away from his friend and then clenches his jaw to then look down as the guilt seeps in. Realisation dawning on his features so hard, his breath becomes a little staggered like he can’t mutlitask the guilt enveloping him and breathing at the same time.

Our sweet baby Porschay... still heartbroken but wanting to try something new to get, at the very least, his mind off of the pain in his heart, decides to change his look by dyeing his hair (the same freaking colour I might add that the actor who plays Porschay’s brother dyed his for a photoshoot aakjdjaksjjdkss). Porschay, it looks great sweetie. And then decides to go out drinking with friends even though he’s never drunk alcohol in his life, yeah, no sweetie, don’t do that.

When Porschay has had a lot to drink and his friend says that they should go home, Porschay is ready to go with his friend when the guy on his other side tries to put a tablet in his mouth... 🤬🔪Oh man, I was freaking livid. But I didn’t really get the chance to stay livid for long because this next scene shocked me to the core and literally took my breath away:

Kim coming out of freaking nowhere and smacking the guy’s hand away from Porschay’s mouth and punching anyone who tried to stop him... man, I was in LOVE! That was so fucking attractive and so damn HOT! I started screaming into my pillow! And then when Kim put his finger in the guy’s face and said (more like he growled, or snarled) “Don’t!” The progress of me absofuckinglutely losing it just kept progressing.

Although this scene with Kim was so damn attractive, and YES! This isn’t Wik, the musician and University student. This is Kim Theerapanyakul, the third son, the youngest son, of a high class main mafia family, the person who picked up a gun for the first time in what was most likely ages just because the boy he’s fallen in love with was kidnapped, making Kim so determined to save him that he was ready to shoot the fuck out of everybody but Porsche, including his own cousin, just to save him. But the question that came into my head when I rewatched Kim coming into this scene was: How the hell did Kim know where Porschay was? He couldn’t have asked anyone because the only person Kim could ask would probably be Porsche but Porsche didn’t even know Porschay was dyeing his hair, let alone Porschay going to a club. And I doubt Kim would have been brave enough to actually ask Porsche, “Yo, do you know where your brother is?” Porsche would only have more questions to answer Kim’s questions with and Porsche would probably recognise Kim as Wik as there is no way Porsche didn’t see Porschay’s P’Wik shrine in his bedroom. And also, Kinn would have been with Porsche, so that conversation would have really fucking interesting to see. So, Kim must have put a tracker Porschay or something, because how else did he find him in that club?

When Kim gabbed Porschay’s hand, I was excited for a second before my mind went back to asking questions. Like, Kim, what the hell were you going to do after this? Were you going to take Porschay back to his house, with the possibility that Porsche, Porschay’s beautiful protective big brother, could be there with his boyfriend, who happens to be your own big brother? Nah, that doesn’t really sound like a good idea. Or were you planning on taking Porschay to your place? Would have to say I’m not a fan of this idea either as Porschay is still mad with you for breaking his heart (rightfully so) and I doubt Porschay would want to be at your place especially with what you said to him. For someone who thinks a lot, you really didn’t think this through, did you? It’s amazing how the Kittisawasd brothers can literally cause the youngest two Theerapanyakul brothers to lose their thought process and act before thinking it through. Kim you are so much like Kinn, it’s not even funny.

Kim! What are doing?! “From now on, you’re on your own,”... ASHDHKAHDJAJS KIM WHAT THE FUCK! Porschay is heartbroken ya dick, and you just made it worse! Kudos to you for bringing Porschay away from a potentially horrible situation but to then tell the boy that he more or less isn’t worth your time anymore. What the fuck? Man, when Porsche finds out you broke his baby brother’s heart, don’t think that just because Porsche is now dating Kinn, your older brother, that you’ll be safe because you freaking won’t be. You’re doomed. And if you don’t apologise to Porschay with flowers and a big teddy bear with an “I’m sorry, please forgive me” on it, and mean it, with a love song you’ve written just for him and play your guitar for him, then I’m coming for you because this baby’s heart... he’s been through enough in his life, don’t cause him more pain.

And may I regretfully present to you all the salt in the sea, the bitter sourness when you were expecting sweet. I had a shiver run down my spine when Ahrtee sat down next to Porsche, I was holding my comfort blanket tighter around me thinking “oh no, this is not going to end well” and I was right, it didn’t. All Ahrtee did was cause more trouble for Porsche, just like he has done for most of Porsche’s life. Let me tell you that gamblers: all they care about is themselves. They don’t care about their families, because if they did care, even the slightest amount, they wouldn’t cause them this many problems and this much pain.

When Ahrtee kept blowing smoke into Porsche’s face I was literally chanting “punch him, punch him, punch him.” And then Ahrtee had the auDacITy to call Porsche stupid! Bitch, you shut the fuck up! How dArE you! You’re the stupid one for causing so much debt and thinking that you could get away with it and thinking you were able to keep fooling your nephew. And then he asked Porsche for five million baht, “easy money” he said, that could make all of the lies and problems go away. Uh, no Ahrtee, the only easy thing about five million baht is the way you’d spend it. Don’t believe it Porsche, he’s a fucking liar and he will only cause you problems, trust me.

When Ahrtee gave Porsche that picture and we finally saw who was in it... my mind went blank and my jaw dropped. It took me a good minute to process what I had seen. And then I started tearing up because NO!! Porsche and Kinn has just started over, they’re on their clean slate and now Porsche isn’t going to know what to think, do or say. Will he tell Kinn about seeing his uncle? I don’t think he will. Will he tell Kinn about the photo? I don’t think so. All of these obstacles that these two have faced and will again have to face... it’s honestly painful and heartbreaking to watch these two go from being at the peak of their strength where the trust that they have in each other is formidable, to then watch it fracture apart because some lying, cheating, two-faced, problem causing low life has come onto the scene and arisen doubts between them. We’ve seen Kinn and Porsche finally, truthfully, adoringly become KinnPorsche and now we have this? My heart, mind and soul is not ready for what is to come and I just, I can’t deal with all the possible scenarios that keep running around in my mind, and every single one of them makes my heart speed up with anxiety and trepidation. I’m not ready, I don’t think anyone is, and the fact that we only have two episodes left TWO FREAKING EPISODES LEFT!!! AKHDJSJSKKFJAK!!! I’m going to be more of a mess than I already am 😭😭

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alexanderfyodorovichkerensky · 2 years

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Helluva Boss: Unnecessary Trouble (10)

Chapter 10: Favour For A Friend

Horthy’s walk to Constantin weapon shop took longer then before as he wasn’t in such a hurry as he was last time and he wanted to memorize everything that he could about this part of hell, for that this is the place where he will spend most of his time. Or he hopes that will be the case. He doesn’t want to leave this circle unless there was no other option, for a simple reason; fighting in a place where you have no idea where something is, no idea where hiding spots are, no idea where a good cover location is and with not having any time to discover where those are, it’s not ideal. Deep down, he was aware that he MUST explore the rest of hell, as being capable of only fighting in a certain location is an ingredient to disaster. Even with his map, taking it out during a shoot-out was not an option.

Horthy walked up and down on the streets, noting down every alleyway, tunnel, rooftops. Anything that may serve as an escape option or hideout to recover. The more he manages to remember the better. Doing this is vital to his survival, even if the I.M.P itself wasn’t one to cause troubles such as those that could result in such an outcome, it didn’t meant that it could never occur or happens as the result of him helping others, most likely friends or allies.

He slowly walked, so much so that it could have been a few hours before he reached the gun-shop. Just like last time he entered but he realized something; most things were almost at the same place or weren’t even moved at all. He wondered if the business was bringing in income at all or was just a dying body of hopes and dreams. He felt bad for Constantin, as he didn’t seem like a bad guy.

“Welcome back, fellow friend of Constantin. I see that you returned, I hope this time, you are actually going to pay, if however, that isn’t the case then I would kindly ask you to leave the building as we are not some charity and we too, have to meet end of the month requirement. Both in terms of income and product’s sold.”

Damba spoke across the building. He’s hands were full with panzerfäust’s. It was both funny and also dangerous to watch. If he dropped any, he, Horthy and the building would blow up into bits. Horthy seriously hoped that Damba knew what he was doing and didn’t have straw instead of a brain like in The Wizard of Oz or there are gonna be a few problems in the not so far future.

“Well, I came to Constantin, I do not have cash but I would like to ask if he’s interested in a few high quality Cuban cigars. I know it isn’t money, but its a start I suppose.”

Horthy said as he took the small metal container and showed it to Damba. It was hard to tell how we was feeling about it as, ya know, he was a fucking scarecrow, he ain’t gonna show emotions in the near future.

Damba slowly looked up and nodded, He walked to the “Employees only” door, kicked it with his feet a few times and went back to work.

A few second after the knock Constantin came out. He looked at Horthy and smiled.

“Pal, Horthy! Its so nice to get too see you here. I hope my little gift served you well. If that isn’t the case, sorry, no refunds.”

“But you gave it for fr-”

“That was the fucking joke, man. You have a slow reaction time, ya aware of that.”

“Alright, alright. I’m here to ask you if your interested in a few cigars. Cause ya smoke, so I thought you would enjoy these.”

Ciano looked at the cigar case and took it from Horthy’s hand he opened it, took out a cigar and smelled it.

“Nice stuff, high quality and seems to have been dryed for a year or two. Good shit I say. Extremely good shit. You could get a few thousand buck for them.”

Constantin handed them back to Horthy

“But not from me, I serially need that money.”

Horthy sighed as he heard the answer.

“Sad, I was hoping I could get a few bucks so I can begin to perform better at my work.”

“Boi, you got a job, eh? Tell me, what did someone like you manage to land on?”

“I got a job at the I.M.P short for immi-”

Horthy once again, got cut short with a sudden slam on the table.

“THAT I.M.P.???”

Constantin said as he grabbed Horthy’s shoulders

“Uh, I think, ye. Why? Do you have a bad score with them?”

Constantin sighed as he sat down behind the counter.

“I tried to struck a deal with them, but they refused stating; that was way to dangerous even for them.”

Horthy sat down at the other side of the counter.

“Spill it out, lemme hear it, I got all day to hear who and why you want him or her dead.”

Constantin looked up.

“Your new in hell, so your most likely unaware of this but, there is a way for someone to see the living word. It’s called; “paid looking” or this is how we call it. It has an official name, but we don’t use it cause it’s way to complicated and annoying. In short you can see people of the living word, for a fee, of course. The fee is high, but I can manage. Kinda. Not really. I want a way to help her, but I cannot keep looking forever as my reserves are drying up. I need someone to help me. I’m begging you to help me.”

Constantin, the always cheerful and joking man has been broke and brought to his knees. He was silently crying. Tears crawled slowly across his face, leaving a trace as they went.

“I want to help you, believe me I want to. I need details tho. I’m no hell-hound, I cannot just take a deep breath of the air and know where someone is. Listen to me, you tell me what you need and I can try to make the rest of the team agree to it. No promises, tho. I rather make it seems like I can guarantee that they will agree to it. Considering that they refused the offer before its unlikely that they accept it now.”

Horthy said as he walked over to Constantin, reaching his hand out the help him get on his feet.

Thank you. Thank you. I'm sorry to bother you with something like this, but am as I said, I seriously need of some help. I cannot keep doing this.

Constantin said as he sat back down.

“I have a great granddaughter who's in serious need of help. She is being held captive at the moment. I think telling the full story would clear everything up. I was originally born in 1915. I was born on the island of Crete. It was extremely, well beautiful to say the least, but it was also annoying as it was extremely hard to get basic goods, from time to time. We managed it. It could have been a lot. First to parents starving, it was just that sometimes basic goods, as I said, didn't really come to the island as the mainland took priority. In 1936, I met a beautiful woman who I instantly fell in love with. She was a Bulgarian immigrant, but I didn't care. She was beautiful. She was the perfect woman and the second I saw her, I wanted me to make her my wife. Her name was Daria Simona. She had a beautiful red. Hear her eyes, those four so brown, like a small walnuts'. Her skin was gently brown. I met her when I moved to that Thessaloniki. When I finally got some time off and managed to go to college there. I was studying agriculture as it was pretty decent at the time, or at least I suppose it was. I don't really remember. It was fucking like almost 100 years ago. Leave me alone, Cut me some crap, will Ya? I spent so much time with her. I was so happy. I finished my college in 1938. As the war reached all over Europe, they were handing out jobs as fast as they could to people who were only half qualified, such as myself.”

Constantin said, managing to make a half smile as he recalled these happy memories from his mind.

“We decided that it would be the safest to return to the island. We didn't really expect our country to be threatened by anything. We were aware of Mussolini's desire for a new Roman Empire, but we always thought those were the stupidest ideas we ever heard, and it would fail anyway. While it turns out he didn't think this way. In 1940 our country was invaded. At first, we were devastated as we thought we stood no chance against the much more equipped Italian army, but after a few battles we realised that we actually had the high ground here. And begin to slowly push into Albania. Our advances were slow, but we with aid from the British we actually managed hold them. That was, of course, until the German arrival. When you go Yugoslavia was invaded and Bulgaria officially signed the Tripartite Pact. We already knew that we were doomed, but we were hopeful that the British would send more troops. It turns out they would send barely anything, but at least we were hopeful that we could at least do something. We managed to hold of the Italian, so why not to German then?”

Constantin chuckled a little, looking at it as a joke.

“But we forgot one, but really significant detail about the German army compared to the Italian one. The Italians had one capable general. The Germans, the Germans, had dozens of them. Within a week we suffered heavy casualties, that's when Crete stopped getting reports from the battlefields. But I still remember that date 1941 may the 20th. The German began dropping paratroopers onto our island. Heroic fighting began for our last-ditch effort to defend our homeland. Soldiers, formers civilians alike, troops, everyone. Their personality, all of them faded for single cost to do everything in their power to stop them from taking the last part of Greece."

Constantin took out a cigarette and lit it. He offered one to Horthy, who declined.

“It was truly amazing and crazy. Anyway, back to myself. I remember we got ordered to get outside as some German troops have dropped close to our village. I picked up a pitchfork to look for them. The last thing before I died was that I found some radio equipment and a few rations. I heard a gunshot. Then I felt something cold at the back of my head and collapsed. That's the last thing I remember. Then I woke up here. Not surprised, considering even though my wife was beautiful, there were more pretty girls around there. I played my cards how I wanted and I got the result. I got no one to blame but to myself for being stuck here. I little learned a few years later from an old Comrade of mine that; Simmona was pregnant. They both rejoiced, but I was also sad inside. I was happy that I would have a child, but I was sad that I could never hold him. Or see him for that matter. But after some time, someone came from I don't know from where. But he was powerful enough so that people, if paid enough, could see of you humans in the living word. I rejoiced as I had the chance to see my son or daughter. I spent the last few decades just simply looking. Or at least that's what I would have wanted, but I could only look from time to time. As I said before, this shit costs a lot, and I mean a lot. But to be fair, if you cannot afford it, then why do it like it kinda preys on people like me. But who am I to judge?”

Constantin took the cigar out of his mouth and exhaled the smoke, looked at Horthy then sighed deeply.

“This is where the sad part comes in and this is the reason why I need your help. My grandson, he, He isn't a good person. But as I said before, I'm no one to church. He lived a lie like he wanted, but. This idiot got into a lot of debt. You know what he came up with? How to fix his debt? To sell his fucking own daughter to that fucking mobster. You fucking hear what I'm saying? His own fucking daughter. She wasn't even 12.”

Constantin suddenly began hitting the table with his fist. He wasn’t just mad; He was fuming from anger. Seeding with rage. After a few punches, his hand began to bleed, but it doesn't seem to cancer him. He just kept hitting, hitting and hitting until the whole table was broken into shreds.

“I fucking know that I'm not a good person. I know what I did was kind unforgivable. But to give your own blood away just so that you don't have to pay this, this is beyond evil. This beyond humane. If I had known someone in my bloodline would do this, I would have ended it while I still could and never have a child. I am disgusted by his actions and mine as well. For that I am the great grandfather of someone like this. But this is where you come in. You might think I want my own great grandson dead, but that isn't really the case. I want you to free my great granddaughter and to take her somewhere where she’s safe. Like, I know a few people from my family who would take great care of her. I want you to take her to them and to also kill that mobster who made her lose her virginity before she even turned 15.”

The room was filled with silence. Only Damba could be heard writing notes of what was missing and picking up and down items.

Horthy put his right hand on Constantin's shoulder.

“I fully understand your rage, and I will do this, matters not if that rest of the team agrees. But as I said, I need some kind of payment, just like they do. Just because you gave me this gun, it doesn’t mean I can take a risky mission like this for free. I hope your well aware of that fact.”

Constantin sighed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I cannot provide you with that big amount of money or anything of that caliper. I can give you the equipment needed for your work. I will be also forever be in your deed for the help.”

Horthy stood up and nodded.

“I would be interested in what you have for that mission. As well as more details.”

“Of course, of course. This is the least I can do for you. Damba, please bring out the stash we made if the I.M.P would decide to do the job”

Damba looked at Horthy and Constantin before turning around and walking into another room, this had no label on it. It was just a metallic green door.

Not long after Damba left the room and entered the door he returned with a box and a gun.

“The operation will be a difficult one, as I said that man doesn’t lack money therefore has a big security by his side. It will be important that you remain as silent and as invisible as possible or the plans will be spoiled and result in you having to face a lot more guards and lemme tell you, they don’t fuck around. Like, at all.”

Damba placed the box next to Horthy and swiftly returned to his work, placing stuff around the shop. The gun was handed to Constantin. It seemed like Damba didn’t trust Horthy with either the gun or just generally disliked him.

Horthy opened the box. It has extremely white cloths. Horthy looked at Constantin with a look that begged for an answer. Constantin chuckled at the look before putting his cigarette out.

“Well, you see, you will be fighting your target in the northern parts of Norway with a lot of fucking snow. And I mean it. S n o w. W i l l. B e. E v r e y w h e r e. I hope you enjoy the cold as you will not be sweating from the temperature. That’s why you will need these clothing, both as a camouflage and to keep the body warmth inside and not freeze to death.”

Constantin placed the gun on the table.

“This is a De Lisle Carbine. This is a weapon that saw service during the second word war. It was made in limited amounts therefore I could never see it, but now I have one. You will use it, as this bad boy is not only silent at around 46 meters, it also doesn’t produces muzzle flash, allowing you to shot without being spotted by anyone. You also get two grenade. This is all I can provide for you. I had to sell a good amount of my guns on the lower end, to keep up the money for the “paid looking”. Not my wisest idea but my heart called for it. This is all I can give to you. His exact location is inside of the coat’s right pocket. Be careful. And thank you. Thank you. Oh, before I forget, you also have a pistol inside the box. Take it.”

Horthy and Constantin shook hands and parted ways. It was time to visit that sick bastard.

He exited the shop and entered an alleyway. He took out his book and the little note, placed it on the ground and imagined the place. The white portal, like the last time has appeared in front of him. He entered it like usually did, and the first thing that he notice that he has to seriously should have put on that coat and hat before he entered as compared to hell, it was a completely different place. It was extremely cold. He began dressing in the warm clothing’s his friend provided for him. He put them on and began to check his surroundings.

Horthy began to make his way through the deep snow. The soft snow was crunching under his feet so gently, it reminded him of a few day’s ago when he was running for his life from a god damm hell-hound, who now expects him to bring her alcohol. What an asshole of a being.

“Your not far from him. You can walk there in a few minutes.”

The book spoke. Horthy clenched his chest. He was still unused to the sudden voice of the book.

“The fuck did I tell you about scaring the shit out of me? I swear, if not those idiot hell-beings, you will be the one who will doom my fate.”

“Bitch”

“What?”

“I just called you a bitch.”

“…...”

“That’s it, I’m burning your stupid ass.”

“HOHOHOH DON’T DO ANYTHING THAT I MIGHT REGRET! Oh, wait, look, the guys mansion is right there.”

“Huh, I guess I won’t use you as firewood for now. Or in your case, fire-book.”

The book remained in silence. Either to afraid to answer or just had enough of Horthy’s shit. Either way, Horthy was glad to hear his thought’s once again. His thought’s shifted to one of: “how will I get in?”

The mansion wasn’t guarded by many guards but he still lacked the experience that the rest of the crew had that made them the killing machines they were. While he, he only made up to this point out of dumb, blind luck. If it wasn’t for Ciano, the need for manpower at the I.M.P and the mercy of Stoles, he would have been long dead. He pulled up the coat's hoodie and took out the pistol form the box. A Mauser C96, a well made German pistol. It was far from silent but it would do the job well, if it came to that.

He got on his stomach and slowly began to crawl towards the mansion. He took each move slowly as to not give out his position. It was painful, even with the thick fur-coat, his stomach was still freezing on the cold snow, ice and rocks. He slowly got close enough to the mansion to hear people talking.

“Brunei, ya want a drink? We got our monthly supply of alcohol, come drink with us.”

One of the guards said as he gently hit his comrades shoulder with a drinks in his hands.

“No Görnei, we cannot drink on shift and like, that beer is cold enough to be fucking used to freeze off a verruca.”

The other guard said as he pushed the drink away. He didn’t seem that interested in taking a sip of that almost frozen drink.

“Cry me a river and a rainbow, will ya? Be happy that the pay is good, considering you don’t have any professional education or good at anything. So shut the fuck up and down with this drink!”

The other guy looked at him before giving in and downing the whole bottle.

“FUCK, I told you this shit is way to cold for my throat. Fuck me, I’m gonna feel like shit for a few days ‘cause of you.”

“I told you, cry me a river.”

Horthy saw a perfect opportunity. He laid in the cold snow, for what seemed like an eternity. His plan was really simple, wait till the guards get to drunk and simply get in. This process took a few hours but in the end Horthy’s plan was fruitful.

All the guards were passed out, one or two outside, next to a campfire and the rest inside. Horthy slowly made his inside the mansion and looked around. The silence of the whole building was making the air tense, to say the least. Only the occasional sound of the outside blooming wind or the snoring of a guard broke it, which unnerved him even more. He put took out the pistol and picked up a knife from a desk that was next to the door. He remembered how much he can thank his life to a knife. He might need it once again. Better to be safe then sorry, eh?

He slowly and carefully began to make his way up the stairs. He took each step with caution, trying to not make any noise and wake up the guards. He’s steps were slow but robust. Each time to stay, as gave out a creek, he feared that the guards will wake up and he would have to fight his way out or just simply escaped with the book. Neither option was acceptable for him. He took a deep breath and continued his way up the stairs. He finally arrived at the top and slowly looked around. He now just realised how ridiculous was his weight. Clothing on this dark it was useful getting in, but it was horrible inside.

As long as the guards stayed put and asleep, there was nothing that he should fear. Or at least that was he was hoping, he really didn't want to fight through waves of guards coming from him. And he was also concerned about the amount of ammunition he had on himself. Might be able to kill a few of them, but he wasn't really given that much of an ammunition. He seriously only had the ones that was loaded into the gun. He just never realised that he should have seriously asked for more, or at least being his other rifle, which he was given ammunition for.

Silently cursed himself for being such an idiot once again. He was thinking about if he should carefully retreat while he could, without causing any fuss and return with more ammunition. That's when he heard it. Slow but quiet. Weeping coming from a door. He slowly began to make his way there while pointing his gun at the door. He reached the door and reached for the doorknob. He slowly opened the door, waiting for someone to jump at him. Clear surprised. A little girl stood in front of him, not older than 15. Fuck. He found her. That was easier than he thought it would be.

The Girl was still crying; tears were flowing down her cheeks. She wasn't making any noises anymore. She was simply quiet. She didn't truly try to move. She didn't try to do anything. She was just looking at him with a look of fear. Fear, which was all consuming on her. There was nothing other than fear coming from her. She didn't truly try anything. She was just there. It was like a husk of a possible old self.

He didn't say anything. He reached his handout to the girl. The girl backed off, but he got it on his knees with a smile on his face. The girls slowly reached her hands out. They were shaking with fear. Horthy gently took it. Is his book on the ground and open the small whiteboard to the size of her. He just thought for her to enter, which she did not long after. Didn't even ask anything about him or the portal. She was truly desperate.

Now, with the little girl gone, he could return his attention to that one person that he was supposed to get rid of. But he wasn't going to just get rid of him. No, no, no. A fate worse than death should be the one that he deserved. Or at least before he would release him from that husk of a body. Death would not come quickly, nor swiftly not painlessly either. But that was something that he was fine with doing. He already knew what he would do to him.

Slowly crept across the floor and slowly looking inside each door. Until he finally saw him. Or at least he thinks he saw him, considering that he looked more like a mob gang leader than an actual human being. His body was fat, covered in oil and grease. He looked like a stereotypical ugly person. An ugly bastard hentai protagonist, if you may.

He was still awake watching television. He was sitting in a big sofa, snacking on chips and drinking beer. Horthy slowly creeped inside the room. He was quite enough for him to not notice his presence at all, or my he might heard him, but he didn't think it was anything worth noting.

He made his way towards him really carefully, didn't want to spoil his little fun tonight, as that would be quite nice. A target, unlike the last person he had to kill. He didn't feel anything for him. He had no family. He had no loved ones. He only had money. He could always stick some money after all. Horthy chuckled to himself. He might take some money after his done.

Fat Man sudden turn around, tearing his chuckle. Horthy had no chance but to rush at him. Horthy covered the man’s mouth to stop him from making any noise. He tried reaching for a gun on the table, but Horthy stabbed his arm with a with a knife he had picked up. Full of pain, it could be seen that it hurt him like hell, but he didn't really care. He got top of him and began hitting him. he hit him again again again and again. He beat him in half dead state, but he was still conscious. He was still breathing. He saw it. He was still trying to reach for the gun on the fucking table. He walked over to him once again. He got on top of him like the last time and put a piece of rag in his mouth,but this time, He got out his thumbs and put it up him to his eyes. He begins squeezing begins squeezing hard. The man would have screamed if he was capable of, but rag in his mouth made everything more silent.

He squeezed until he felt something pop and he saw blood pouring down his fingers. He began taking deep breaths. Even though he felt no remorse for this man, his mental state was still broken after the last and this time, he should really consider that if he can keep doing this or not, because even a swift death now would be more preferable. He already knows his fate has been sealed to help, so why bother fighting it? He took a deep breath and got off the men. He took out the knife, which is who used to step in sand to the ground, walked over to him and slit his throat. And just to be sure, you're so struck the knife inside his chest a few times. You gotta ensure that you do the job right, you know.

He cleared the knife on his pants of the dead man. Didn't want to carry any blood on him on the new knife he got. He put the pistol and the knife inside of his pockets. He began looking around the room for anything that could be worth something in the living world or the dead world. In the end, he found a few thousand Norwegian Krones. A nice loot. It might have been not that big of a money, but it was stylish. Taking money from a featured up ugly bastard who was a child rapist was quite a nice feeling.

He opened a portal and entered it. He found himself inside his room. With a weary gentle move, he threw his bag and rifle across the room. The bag landed without anything major of a problem, but the gun ended up firing. Horthy sighed, knowing that he will need to explain the way that a bullet hole ended up in the ceiling. He threw all the cloths he head onto the floor, turned up the heat inside the room and threw himself into the bed. He cared not what time it was. Then a sweet dream in a form of a butterfly, it threw itself in it’s variegated robe, but it didn’t dare to land for long, almost until the rupture of the reddish dawn.

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Heyy! Can you do one where Osamu, kuroo, akaashi and Tsukishima, say something mean to their s/o and their s/o avoids them for days? When they finally get ahold of their s/o, their s/o just sorta cries because it hit their insecure spot? Fluff in the end🥺

Listen, I can’t not write this.

Irrevocable Words.

- the one in which they accidentally make you give them the silent treatment because of their lashing out. -

~ Osamu Miya, Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji, and Tsukishima Kei~

TW: Cursing, angst to fluff, timeskip! for Osamu,

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Osamu Miya

“Those are important files, ya know?”

“Samu, I’m sorry. You should’ve told me you needed last month’s earnings and I would’ve looked for them before we came this morning.” The hand you tried to settle onto Osamu’s bicep was shaken off as your movements faltered.

Your voice wobbled at the sight of your stoic fiance, an annoyed glint in his eye as he rummages through his files. Osamu felt a flare in his stomach, a lack of sleep contributing to his impatient state. The day had been a busy one, Osamu deciding that he needed this particular file for his business call tomorrow before the two of you headed home for the night.

“I told ya not to move anything back to the place.”

“I didn’t.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Here, just let me help-”

“Don’t touch a goddamn thing, I’ll do it myself.” There it was. The lashing out that was bound to happen occurred with a pointed tongue as he refused to look at you, rummaging through his file cabinets. “As I do everything else.”

He closes the cabinet sharply. “The least ya could do is try your best not to be a nuisance-”

Osamu flinches at the slam of one of the office desk drawers, chest sinking when he sees the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The paper he needed is thrown on the desk carelessly as you shove your jacket on, wetness slipping down your cheeks.

“And I’m not your goddamn secretary. I’m heading home first.”

“Y/N-”

“And don’t worry, I promise I’ll manage to do this by myself somehow.” Your voice cracks bitterly, the bell by the door jingling mockingly in Osamu’s ears as you exit, the chef hanging his head with a sigh and regret tinging his chest.

He was wrong to pray this would blow over, not expecting to wake without your warmth by his side. You avoided him on the way to the restaurant, cleaning quietly while giving vague answers to his questions, shifting out of his attempts to embrace you with apologies.

Deciding to give you space, he softly tells you to take the next few days off, unprepared for the tired look you had given him, simply nodding in response as you slipped into your side of the bed with your back turned to him.

“Where’s your pretty girlfriend?”

“Fiance.” Osamu forces a smile at his two elderly regulars two days later, the wife’s smile widening at his correction.

“Oho! Cherish each other while you youths still can, she really does brighten this place up, doesn’t she?”

You do.

Osamu’s eyes feel hot as he does a messy job of cleaning up the restaurant, closing up shop early and stopping by your favorite bakery to pick up the ridiculously expensive cake he only ever buys for your birthday.

Throwing the door open to your shared apartment hastily, you gasp at the gray-haired man’s sudden entry, dropping the spoon you were about to use to taste the dish you were making on the stove.

“Samu, y-you’re home early-”

“What’s all this?” He tries to steady his breaths at the sight of a nicely prepared table, something you hardly ever got to share ever since the night shifts overtook your lives and caused a rift between the two of you.

You’re silent for a second, looking away from his warm stare as you shift under his gaze.

“...I miss you.” Dark eyes widen when you begin to hiccup over your words, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “But I didn’t wanna be a nusciance-”

“Oh god, darlin’ no.” You’re pulled tightly into his chest as you cry, whole body shaking with tremors as Osamu’s inner turmoil merely increases.

If Osamu could go back in time and punch himself he would, unknowing of the torment he caused you over the past few days, thinking you just needed space.

“I want to marry ya Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you so much Samu.” You sniffle into his chest, causing him to smile softly, a hand sifting through your hair to hold you tighter to him.

“I brought cake.”

You laugh through the onslaught of tears.

“And I made dinner.”

“Then what are we waitin’ for?”

“Just hold me like this for awhile?”

“Y/N.” He kisses the top of your head, finally feeling at ease with your figure in his arms. Osamu whispers a confession he hardly shared with you, wanting those words in particular to be special as he bridged the gap between the two of you.

“I love ya so much more, don’t you go forgettin’ it.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

“I said I was sorry!”

“Is sorry supposed to just fix everything, Tetsurou?”

“Tetsurou? Are you seriously withholding me from my nickname privileges?”

You cross your arms at his attempt to make you laugh, thoroughly angry with the mess your boyfriend made of things as his smile fades at your peeved stare.

“Look, what was I supposed to do?”

“How about not leaving my parents waiting for you at the restaurant that you invited them to for another one of your spontaneous volleyball practices?”

“I texted you I had to cancel!”

“That was a half hour before we were supposed to meet, Kuroo! They were so excited to meet you they got there early. God, why can’t you ever take things seriously?”

“You’re right.” A bitter chuckle slips Kuroo’s lips as you falter at the sudden tone change, the volleyball gym seeming bigger than ever as his next sentence makes your lips tremble.

“Since I can’t ever take things seriously, then I must not need my serious girlfriend then, right?” Your eyes widen. “I can just find somebody else who won’t fucking hound me all the time.”

His cat-like eyes widen as the words slip his tongue, unintentionally coming out crueler than he intended. To make it worse, you simply stayed silent, your body physically backing down and away from him as you turned on your heel.

“Wait, I didn’t-”

“Do it then.” His chest just about shatters as your shoulders tremble, refusing to turn back around as your voice takes on an uncharasterically defeated tone. “I hope they make you fucking happy.”

Kuroo runs a hand through his raven hair frustratedly at the way you rushed out of the gym, throwing a stray ball so hard at the wall before his vision becomes skewed with heat.

He should have expected the next week to be utter hell. You left class before he could catch you by escaping to the bathroom with all your things, leaving school another way instead of the exit you always took together before he had to start club activities.

“Kenma, what are you doing?”

“You can’t come in here.”

“I’m missing class for this. Let me through.”

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Kenma shrugged, eyes on his handheld. “I told her I’d watch the door so you can’t surprise her during our breaktime.”

“I’m her boyfriend. And you’re not her guarddog.”

“No, I’m her friend.” Kenma’s eyes narrow at his childhood friend. “And last time I checked, you’re on the search for someone who isn’t her.”

“So she told you.”

“Dick move, by the way.”

Kuroo’s calls go straight to voicemail, his emotions affecting his playing with each passing day. He leaves little notes in your shoe locker to meet him, heart sinking more and more with every time you stood him up.

And it wasn’t until he saw you smiling again at a joke Yaku made that he truly felt like he was losing you.

“Go home.”

The sight wasn’t one you were expecting to see, Kuroo sitting on the steps to your house with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, the dark bags under his eyes sparking worry within you.

“It’s probably better if my parents don’t see you-”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes seem to have lost a little of their glint, regret swimming in the tall boy’s pupils as your guard softens. “I’m so goddamn sorry I ran my mouth and said shit I didn’t even mean-”

“Tetsurou-”

“And I hurt you in the process. I hurt the one thing that matters to me the most, and I’m sitting here playing the creepy ex that stalks the girl he loves-”

“You love me?”

“Doesn’t matter, does it? You’re done with me, and I deserve it-”

He’s cut off with the sight of tears hitting the wood in front of him, lifting his head to see tears streaking down your cheeks. On instinct, he reaches out softly, rising to his feet to cup your cheek, astonished when you curl into his touch.

“I’m so fucking mad at you right now.”

“Noted.” Kuroo laughs somberly, a wave of emotion hitting him as you do something you hadn’t done in days.

You look him in the eye, tugging him closer by the sides of his jacket.

“But I love you too, you absolute idiot.”

Kuroo grins into the kiss you press onto his lips, heart lifting in weight as he pulls you closer.

“Does this mean we can go back to Tetsu?”

“I’m going back to ignoring you-”

“No.” Kuroo’s tone turns serious as he holds you a little tighter. “I can’t do that again.”

You smile as he presses a kiss to your temple lovingly.

“Being away from you was complete and utter hell, sweetheart.”

Akaashi Keiji

“Tell me how to make this right.”

“Right, Y/N.” Akaashi refused to meet your eyes as he loosens his school tie, not slowing his pace for you to catch up with as he throws the doors open to the volleyball club. The usually put-together setter had an angry glint in his eye that silenced his awaiting teammates. “Let’s just go back in time before you agreed to be his partner.”

“Hey hey, what’s going on you two?” Bokuto jogs up, his worried tone making your lips tremble even more at the sight of Akaashi’s turned back.

“I came to you as soon as he made a move! I didn’t let him-”

“There shouldn’t have been an opportunity for him to make a move in the first place.” Akaashi’s jaw clenched as you shuffle in place.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, you think I wanted him to try to kiss me?!” You fight the waver in your voice, standing your ground. “It was a project for class. I didn’t know his intentions-“

“I told you what his intentions were, but you never listen.” Akaashi turns hastily, startling you and causing you to stumble slightly backwards into Bokuto.

“Akaashi-“

“Stop defending her. She never listens to me, and then comes crying to me when it turns out I’m right.” Akaashi snips at his best friend, ignoring the silent stares from his quiet teammates. “Why can’t you get it through your head, Y/N? I’m not your goddamn babysitter-“

“You’re right.” You interrupt, fingernails biting into your palms as you choke back a sob. “You’re not, you’re my boyfriend. I just wanted to respect you by coming to you with something like this, but it turns out I’m just a hinderance.”

Akaashi falters for a second, blue eyes widening a fraction at the angry heat that fills your eyes as regret begins to bubble in his stomach at his harsh words.

“Y/N-“

“Give me some space, Keiji.” You say softly, patting Bokuto’s arm to let you through as your shoulders sink in a defeated manner. “I promise I won’t come crying to you about anything else.”

Your steps echo as you walk out of the gym, Konoha breaking the silence first when the door shuts behind you.

“Hate to say it, but that was well-deserved, man.”

Akaashi closes his eyes, head falling back towards the ceiling as he tries to steady his breathing, pretending like he wasn’t scared of you slipping through his fingers. He willed himself to not allow himself to chase after you, his anger directed towards you fading as he forces himself to respect your wishes.

It was obvious you were avoiding him. Akaashi had blinked when Bokuto had self-proclaimed that he needed you as his “study buddy” during breaks when you weren’t even in the same year as the owlish boy. It got worse when you seemed to panic when Akaashi willed you to talk to him, eyes refusing to meet his watery blue ones as you pushed him further away.

So he gave you your space, wilting with each passing day. It wasn’t until he accidentally bumped into you a week later, the setter turning hastily on his heel to walk in the opposite direction before a soft tug on the back of his school shirt wills him to stop.

“Keiji.” Your wobbly voice makes him turn back around immediately, a soft palm already cupping your cheek gently. “I’m s-”

“I’m sorry for being cruel.” The words are whispered against your forehead, Akaashi’s heartstrings tugging in the worst way possible. “I was angry at the situation, my love. And that sorry excuse you call a classmate. Please,”

His grip tightens just a little more as he feels wet warmth drip into the palm that was cupping your face.

“Forgive me.”

“I told you I wouldn’t come crying to you-”

“I want it all, Y/N.” Akaashi pulls back slightly, voice cracking slightly as blue stares intensely into your irises. “I want all of you. Tears included.”

You swat his chest playfully as Akaashi manages a soft smile, hand threaded through your hair as he presses you against his chest.

“Do you still need space?” He murmurs, and you smile at the sound of his hearbeat picking up as he awaited your answer fearfully.

“Nope. The exact opposite, please hold me?”

His embrace relaxes immediately, and your heart skips a beat at the sound of his relieved sigh, his slight nod making the weight lift off your chest.

“Good, now I can take care of your classmate-”

“Keiji-”

“Nope, my love.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, Akaashi’s eyes swirling with devotion.

“No one gets to try anything with you so long as you’re safe with me.”

Tsukishima Kei

“So I’m the bad guy again.”

“Do you want the honest answer, Kei?” You exhaustedly run a hand through your hair as Tsukishima’s scowl deepens, his long legs easily catching up with you in stride as he tugs on your wrist as the rambunctious court gets further and further away.

“It’s not my fault you’re insecure.”

You flinch. “Well maybe you shouldn’t let the girls in the stands cling to you after your matches. They were all over you, Tsukki! And you didn’t seem to mind it one bit.”

“What?” Annoyance brims the blonde’s voice as he takes another step forward, clenching his jaw when he sees the quiver in your lip, distrust filling the atmosphere between the two of you.

“Afraid that they’re prettier or better than you’ll ever be?”

You feel as if the wind was knocked out of your lungs, breath catching in your throat at his insinuation. His guard slackens almost immediately, clicking his tongue before turning away, too proud to apologize for the words he regretted as soon as they slipped his tongue like venom.

“Yeah.” You laugh humorlessly, making brown eyes dart over to your expression immediately. “You’re 100% correct. I am afraid you’ll find someone better than me in all aspects. Because I love you, you absolute asshole. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The silence that befalls the two of you in the deserted hall is broken when you flinch away when Tsukishima tries to take a step towards you.

“I didn’t-”

“You never mean to do anything, Kei.” You say in a hushed tone, turning your back on him in an attempt to shield the hot tears slipping down your cheeks. “But you somehow always manage to.”

The win for Karasuno didn’t mean much to the blonde that night, hoping that this would just go away and things would be back to normal. However, it was anything but. You didn’t look his way once in class, disappearing when it was over. Your voice trembled as you had avoided his seemingly stoic eyes through his frames, simply stating that you wished for some time away from him.

He was fine. Or at least pretending to be on the outside. In truth, he would never find better, because you were it for him, words that you would never catch slipping his mouth. So he put on a front, pretending that your absence had zero effect on him whatsoever. Pretending the brush of your body against him in the hall as you pass each other didn’t make the blonde want to cave.

It was the smile you shot at Hinata during one of your breaks that caused him to. The first glint in your eye in awhile, and it had been caused by him of all people, prompting the tall middle blocker to tug you by the forearm into the corridor.

“Tsukishima-”

“I hate this.”

You falter for a second, guard back up in a flash as your back touches the wall. “What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything, and it’s pissing me off.”

“I don’t follow-”

“I was wrong.” His forehead touches your shoulder as you stiffen before relaxing against his familiar touch. “I don’t care how many times I have to apologize. You win, okay? I’m sorry.”

“This is a rather aggressive apology-”

“Y/N.” Tsukishima lifts his head so it’s level with your height, unprepared for the way tears brimmed your eyes at the proximity, your guard diminishing.

“What if you do find someone better one day, Tsukki?” Your voice cracks, inner fears trickling to the surface. “Do I need to prepare myself to lose you-?”

You gasp as Tsukishima’s jaw ticks before kissing you intensely, his hand touching your lower back to pull you closer.

“No. You don’t need to do something stupid like that.” His eyes were slightly glaring at you, a flush across both his cheeks. “Because there is no one better than you, okay?”

It was your turn for heat to flood your cheeks as your eyes widen a fraction, his breath tickling your ear as you stutter. “Kei-”

“I love you too. I said it, are you satisfied now?”

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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best nest

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: 6.2k

Keigo's never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you're more than willing to help him change that.

warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what

beta’ed: @keiqos

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wow :’^) this is a collab with the wuv, @keiqos!! we each worked on a fic that was our own take of keigo during his rut, and now y’all get the fun results. here is hers!!! enjoy this feast!!!

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Keigo had been acting particularly weird for the past few weeks.

He was hardly a skittish person, yet he had been avoidant and downright shy in the last month or so. Despite living together, you had hardly seen or heard from him, and when you tried to address his absence, Keigo continually brushed you off.

He was hardly meeting your eyes when you managed to be in the apartment at the same time.

Finally, one night, he came in late. You sat, waiting on the couch, very awake circa three in the morning.

His eyes went wide, knowing he was caught.

“I know it’s late, but can we talk?” You asked softly, patting the couch next to you.

Keigo nodded stiffly, wings folded timidly against his back as he sat. In his big, tough hero uniform, he looked so odd with his hands held so nervously.

“What’s going on, love?” You spoke quietly, lowering the volume of the TV to a hum. “Talk to me.”

Keigo silently picked at the threading of his gloves, then pulled off his visor. He stayed silent, eyes wide and far off.

You sighed, bringing your knees up under your body to face him. You tried to sound strong, but there was a twinge of weakness in your voice, “Are you... seeing other people?”

That notion brought Keigo right back, head snapping up to meet your own before gripping the sides of your face (harder than you would’ve expected) and rapidly shaking his head.

“No, no, no, not at all,” Keigo scooted closer to you as he spoke. “I promise, not that.”

“Then what?” You were frowning, despite Keigo’s contact feeling aloe on a burn.

Once again, Keigo seemed to stumble. His eyes averted, going glassy.

“It’s embarrassing,” His hands slip from your face, back into his lap. “Very embarrassing.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Keigo Takami was many things. But, shy and passive were not in that repertoire.

You deadpanned.

“Please, just tell me,” You huffed at him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, Kei’. Feels weird.”

“I know, it’s just— fuck.” His gloved hands dragged down his face, flushing a bright red.

You figured he was a bit warm.

Carefully, you reached forward, going to pull them from his hands. He stiffened harshly, watching you with... slitted eyes— (had they always been like that?). You gingerly freed Keigo’s fingers and palms, intertwining your own.

“You can tell me, Keigo,” You smiled at him, squeezing and feeling pricks of pain in the flesh of your own hands.

You noticed then, that Keigo’s fingernails were longer, pointed even. Though, they didn’t look manicured. They seemed to grow darker at the cuticle.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at Keigo as he turned his head away, half hiding his face in the fluffy collar of his jacket.

“You know how I go on a ‘business trip’ about this time every year?” Keigo asked, rubbing a clawed thumb over the back of your hands.

You nodded, “You go on lots of business trips, Kei’. What’s different about this spring one?”

Keigo shifted his legs, wings twitching at his back. His entire form emanated his uncomfortable energy. From the tension rolling off his shoulders to the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, Keigo was visibly very anxious.

“Okay, uh, how do I explain this—” Keigo dropped his head, then looked back up at you, blinking slitted pupils at you. “You know how I’ve got wings?”

“Duh, dummy,” You rolled your eyes, reaching out to brush some fingers over one of the large, external feathers.

Oh, but you got a reaction you weren’t expecting. You hadn’t thought anything of your action, yet Keigo audibly moaned with the contact. Something loud, high, and sinful as his thighs clenched together.

Both of your eyes went wide.

“So,” You began slowly, “You have wings.”

“I have wings,” Keigo’s voice sounded tense and held in his throat, shaking just a bit. “And, I have some other avian traits as well.”

“Like...?” You coaxed. Whatever it was must’ve really made Keigo uncomfortable if he was being this resistant to talking about it. This man was the number two hero, yet he was mincing about like a kitten.

“Uhhh... They’re more behavioral. Some physical,” Keigo bit his lip, shaking his head. “What do birds do in the spring?”

“Is this a riddle?”

“No, straightforward question.”

You really thought he was pulling your leg, but based on Keigo’s words and grave expression, he was dead serious.

And you had a dead serious answer.

“Oh my god, Keigo, you migrate?!” Your mouth fell open. Keigo’s eyes went wide and he seemed to stifle a laugh before shaking his head, feathers ruffling.

“No, oh my God, no,” Keigo carried some mirth in his gaze now. “Not at all.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing with him. The tension seemed to be somewhat out of his shoulders until you set a hand on his knee and squeezed.

“Keigo, out with it,” You rolled your eyes. “I know it’s scary, but I promise, no matter what it is, I’m here for you okay?”

You let your eyes soften as you sighed, squeezing his hands.

Keigo looked you dead in the face, “We fuck, (Y/N).”

You choked on your own spit, before leaning back with a small laugh, “I know it’s been a minute with your schedule, but we do indeed do that outside of spring.”

“No, no, not like that,” Keigo ran his hands down his face, shaking his head. “I’ve been avoiding you because this whole conversation is going to be weird and embarrassing. You up for it? Because it only gets weirder.”

“Lay it on me, tailfeathers,” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.

Keigo took a hand to sheepishly rub the back of his neck, “One of my more... avian traits is this... I don’t know, the Commission called it a ‘rut’, but I’ve done my own research and I’m not sure if that fully encompasses all of what it is.”

You weren’t entirely unfamiliar with the concept, but you certainly weren’t an expert.

“What happens during it?”

“Uh, to be frank, exactly what happens during a bird’s mating season, and then some.” Keigo’s long nails dug into the fabric of his cargo pants. “My feathers grow in a bit differently. I nest. I get weird and territorial, possessive. I cannot tell you how much I’ve wanted to leave your neck covered in bite marks, just fucking claiming you—”

You both swallowed.

“And... You’re insatiably horny on top of all of this?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your insides were heating up.

Keigo nodded, waiting for you to reply with a softened, gooey gaze.

Oh, this was a little weird, right? Keigo was avian in some ways, but you never thought he had a whole ass mating season-

“Wait, so, in the spring, the ‘business trips’,” You used air quotes with a frown. “You’ve been just disappearing for your ‘rut’ and then coming back? Alone?”

Keigo waved his hands between the two of you, feathers fluffing up defensively behind him, “No, n-no, not like that. Never once. I’d just hole up in my apartment and fuck my hand like it was God.”

You choked.

It made sense, you and Keigo moved in together at the end of last spring. Looking back, the timing now seemed to be intentional.

“When did it start?” You asked, getting semi-intrigued by Keigo’s odd biology.

“I was sixteen, I think,” Keigo did the mental math and bit his lip. “The Commission didn’t really know what to do with me, so they would just lock me up in my room with two extra blankets and call it good.”

You choked again.

“So, you just disappear, deal with it, then come back?” You frown. “Keigo, I would’ve helped if I would’ve known.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N), it’s a lot to ask,” Keigo’s nails bit into his wrists as he squeezed. “I’m basically a horny, possessive, feral birdman for two weeks, not too mention the time leading up to it. That’s why I’ve been all distance. I’m sorry, I should’ve at least told you.”

“I would have appreciated it if you had, but I understand,” You grabbed Keigo’s hand again and squeezed. “This doesn’t exactly sound like a thing you’ve really ever been able to deal with comfortably, huh?”

“N-not really,” Keigo got all sheepish again, scooting a bit closer to you. “I haven’t really known what to do about it this year, so I’ve just been putting off facing you. I was just gonna get a hotel room or something, run off for two weeks, and then come back.”

“Another ‘business trip’?” You raised an eyebrow as Keigo looked down, all sheepish and blushy. You tutted, shaking your head. “Well, babe, not this time. I’ve got you. I’m your live-in partner and I will not let my sweet, bird boy handle horny hours alone. I haven’t made you before, right?”

That made Keigo laugh, softly, some of the stress being held still in his wings falling away.

“I appreciate that, angel, but I don’t want you to agree to do this until you fully understand it,” He beamed you a smile. God, the man was like sunshine and candy when he chose to be.

You nodded, giving him a(n) (over)confident smile, “Lay it on me, babe.”

Keigo had amassed quite a detailed understanding of his biological clock over the years, and he was able to spit it all back onto you.

“It’s basically two weeks of time where my only thoughts are ‘nest’, ’fuck’,’protect’, ’breed’—” Keigo cut himself off when your eyes went wide.

“Wait, like, have children?” You asked, gut feeling unsettled.

You and Keigo had been dating for a while, but the topic of children had never been seriously brought up.

Does helping him mean to commit to having kids?

“No, not exactly. Like, I’m trying to protect a mate and breed, but that doesn’t mean the outcome needs to be children. At all,” Keigo assured you, patting your knee. “I know, it’s weird. I definitely am not into getting you pregnant, but that instinct part of my brain is.”

“Well, I’m on birth control, so we should be good there, right?” You laughed, relieved, squeezing his hand. “What do you mean by nesting?”

“A literal nest. A spot that just smells like me and you to keep—” Keigo clicked his tongue, sighing in what seemed like relaxation, “you safe. And mine. It usually ends up being just like... my entire apartment, lots of shredded pillows, feathers, blankets. It’s honestly a nightmare.”

A nightmare, yes, but a very necessary one.

So, a plan was made.

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Keigo sent you off to a hotel for the days leading up to his rut. He had to prepare, get things ready and he wanted to be careful not to trigger it earlier and risk ruining what would more than likely be his first proper rut.

You took his lead, pampering yourself for a few days and letting Keigo handle the details.

(Considering how wrecked your body was going to be in the coming weeks, it was more than smart to give yourself some time to rest.)

When Keigo called you to tell you he was ready, he was sounded elated, wings audibly flapping into the receiver.

When you arrived back at the apartment, the ride up the glass elevator was daunting.

You were perfectly happy to help with Keigo’s rut, but you were a bit nervous about what he was going to be like. Though he reminded you that one of his hormonal brain’s functions was to ‘keep you safe’, it also sounded like he was going to be a bit out of his mind. You trusted him with your life, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nerve-wracking.

The elevator dinged, sliding open to the top floor.

Keigo stood just outside.

You couldn’t help jumping back in surprise, taking in Keigo’s... state.

He looked positively feral, just on sight. Though had been warned of this, you hadn’t fully expected how visible his state would be.

Keigo apparently decided to forgo any sort of a top today as his chest was entirely bare to you. A pair of grey sweats was slung low on his hips, likely put on in a rush based on the uneven settling of the waistband. This was not even to mention the very obvious imprint of his dick against the fabric, hard just from seeing you. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, skin pink with rushing blood.

“Angel,” Keigo purred, yanking you from the elevator and crushing you into his chest, smothering you with kisses. Stray feathers flew to pick up your bags, carting them off to your nearby apartment.

Speaking of wings—

In the few days it had been since you’d seen Keigo, his feathers had almost entirely changed. They were still their usual bright crimson, but the filaments of the plumage seemed to be almost... shiny? You couldn’t quite place it, but there had been some sort of change in their anatomy that made his wings appear iridescent when they moved. The patterns almost seemed to swirl and streak through the plumage. You wanted nothing more than to admire them.

Without thinking (or responding to Keigo, mistake), you reached out to grab one of the feathers, “Oh wow, Keigo, they’re so pretty.”

The moment you wrapped your hand fully around the plume, Keigo clawed his... talons (?!) into your shoulders, shuddered, and screamed.

You hissed as pain radiated from your shoulders, but managed to hold both you and Keigo upright as he twitched against you.

“Fuck,” He cursed against your neck, panting.

You felt a vague, wet spot on your leg.

You blanched.

“Did... you just cum? From me touching your wings?”

Keigo nodded against, still shaking.

“S-sorry...”

The shame in his tone made your frown, pulling away from him to press a harsh kiss against his half-parted lips.

“Nope,” You murmured against his lips. “Nu-uh, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m here to help, dummy.”

He sighed in relief, pressing into you.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

...

The apartment was a nightmare. Keigo really hadn’t been lying when he told about how extreme nesting was.

Notably, nothing was dirty. Keigo was actually an immaculately clean person due to his time with the Commission, but he was disorganized. And the nest of an apartment was testament to that.

There were stray feathers everywhere. Stuck in cupboards, tucked behind the TV, wedged in pillowcases and blankets, even a few under the bathroom sink. Newly purchased blankets and pillows were strewn over every surface. It appeared like you could simply fall in any area of the house and be entirely cushioned. Not to mention that Keigo’s feathers could sense every single motion in the house.

It was a sweet gesture and testament to the protective element of the rut that Keigo described.

In addition to the many layers of softness, a new, far larger mattress had even been dragged to the living room and placed on top of a high frame set against the wall of windows that overlooked the city. It was heaped with pillows, fluffy blankets, and downy-looking, glimmering feathers. All of, despite its inherent chaos, was the comfiest looking corner of the apartment.

“Oh, wow, ‘Kei,” You breathed, running a hand along a soft-looking blanket over the back of a chair. “You did such a good job!”

With that, he was pressed against you from behind.

“I... I did? You like it?” Keigo never asked for validation so openly. The implication of his inherent fear around his rut continued to make your heart ache. From what he had told you (and what you read in the days prior about avian behavior), you needed to ‘accept’ the nest he made for the two of you.

I’ll make this good for him.

“Yes, so much.” You leaned back against his chest, loving the way the heat of his bare chest seeped so well through your clothes, “I can’t wait to snuggle up with you in it and so much more.”

Your last word was more than enough to get Keigo chirping into your ear.

Yes, bird-ishly chirping.

It was a mix of high and low clicks, maybe a bit of cooing thrown in as well. As far as his avian adaptations went, this one was newer to you, but remarkably cute. You turned around, pressing a kiss to his neck without thinking.

The contact made Keigo’s aforementioned talons dig into the meat of your hips, a hot breath rolling over your ear, “Please let me fuck you.”

It was abrupt, his shift in tone, but based on the way his cock was nearly burning your backside, it was a necessary step.

“Well, I certainly won’t stop you,” You didn’t realize the unintended weight of your words, but Keigo sure as fuck did.

He roughly grabbed your wrist, dragging you across the room to the mattress in the corner.

“W-wait, not the bedroom?” You asked. Keigo pressed at your shoulders, pushing you down roughly, though the softness of the bed dressings insulated your fall.

“Nope, here, best spot,” Keigo’s words were clipped as he straddled your waist, silencing any other words you might have with a soul-sucking kiss. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth, licking at your gums and receding to suck at your tongue. All the while, you could hear and feel his feathers shudder.

He pulled away, eyes half-lidded and vertical pupils blown wide.

“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you.” Keigo’s teeth nipped at your pulse point.

Were... his teeth sharper?

You craned your neck away from him, pulling a nasty growl from his chest. You watched his feathers, both the one’s still fixed to his back and flared upwards and those scattered around, shudder and writhe.

Keigo’s canines were longer, maybe even a little sharper.

This rut thing... it was an avian thing, right?

Birds... don’t have sharp teeth... Do they?

You dismissed it, much more focused on Keigo’s hand as it slipped lower, futzing with the waistband of your pants.

“Sorry, dove, I’m a little impatient,” His voice was rough and strained, like he was holding back.

His normally nimble hands struggled with the button of your fly, and with a nasty growl, he snatched up one of his nearby feathers, hardening it in an instant, and slicing your pants off.

“Keigo!” You shrieked, squirming, and sitting up as he tore off the ruined garment. “I liked those! That wasn’t nice.”

“I think I’m done being nice to you for a bit, dove.” He shot you a dark look.

You blinked at him.

Keigo had warned you that he would be a bit feral... but you weren’t expecting his nasty attitude.

You also weren’t expecting to be turned on by the rage-filled spikes in his words.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Keigo’s voice was clipped as he slipped off his sweats.

Holy.

Fuck.

Keigo’s cock was nothing to fucking sneeze at. It was pretty, long, with nice girth and a perfect curve for your pussy. He tended to keep his body hair well kept and groomed, an old remnant of the militancy of his youth.

Oh, but ‘fuck you until you’re pregnant’ Keigo?

His dick was a bit bigger, engorged with what had to be painful blood flow. Heavy balls hung below, ripe and flushed, in desperate need of contact, let alone release. Maybe it was the ambiance (or, the smell and pheromones unknowingly being inhaled into your endocrine system), but his dick looked immaculate.

“Is your dick bigger, babe?” You asked, half-drooling in your mind at your lover’s cock. It certainly wasn’t hard to.

Keigo normally would’ve clawed at the opportunity to schmooze you for stroking his ego so directly, but your current version of Keigo was far less into flattery.

“I said, get on your hands and knees.” He didn’t wait for you to reply, just flipped you onto your stomach, straddling your upper thighs. You yelped at the shock of sheets hitting your front, fabric tearing behind you as Keigo made quick work of your shirt.

You gulped as Keigo’s hands, talons, raked their way down your bare back as he let loose a loud, quaking sigh, “Oh, Angel, holy fuck.”

He said the pet name like it was a prayer to God and you let him.

You shivered under him as his nails drew lines up your neck, all the way into your scalp. Without warning, he pressed the heel of his hand into the curve of your skull, shoving you deeper into the plushness of the nest below you.

Oh... Fuck. Were you about to sloppy fuck in the sheets you’d be spending the next several weeks in?

(Yes.)

The somewhat gross revelation was quickly forgotten as Keigo’s hot breath shuddered against your ear, his (oh my fucking god slightly pointed?) tongue curled along the soft skin of your pulse point.

You both choked down a moan as his exposed cock rubbed against your backside.

“You’re so pretty like this,” For being feral, and for the blood that was quickly rushing to your head and sex, Keigo sounded very nice. “Gonna look so cute with my cock inside you, right?”

You nodded into the sheets, struggling to raise yourself up on your elbows as Keigo hauled your hips up.

Stabilizing yourself on the softness of the sheets and feathers was much more difficult than one would think. You were already slipping, no matter how you tried to hold yourself up.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I want to fill you up, right now,” His voice takes on a dreamy lilt as he shoves you back, further into the nest. You crawl on your hands and knees, succumbing to Keigo’s hand on your neck after arriving to the middle of the massive mattress. “But, I also really don’t wanna hurt my angel. Gotta make sure you’re good and ready.”

The sentiment was nice enough, but you stiffened, remembering that Keigo’s nails were not only sharpened, but slightly hooked. You tried to turn, but quickly stop when you felt Keigo’s hot, hot breath over your sex.

You shuddered, biting your lip as his pointed tongue ran up and down your slit. From his hold on the meat of your thighs, you could tell he was trembling and burning. Whether it was from how much he needed you or how much he was holding himself back, you couldn’t be sure.

Keigo’s pointed tongue ran up between the lips of your cunt, both of you moaning at the sensation. You felt his wings raise behind the two of you, casting shadows down on your display in some weird show of dominance.

It made your skin run hot.

What made it run even hotter was the jolt you received Keigo pressed his face into your cunt with absolute zero shame.

His tongue slicked up the lips of your pussy, dipping around your opening with absolutely sinful sounds falling around the two of you.

When you tried to adjust your arms, you caught a quick slap to your ass, pain only pushing your eyes to roll back in your head as Keigo sneered against you.

“Greedy.” It was a rich line, coming from him, king of gluttony, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

His nails dug into your thighs, dragging your cunt and his face together to the point where it felt like there was no space between them. You were helpless to do much other than grind back on his tongue as he tongue-fucked your cunt.

Keigo drew away, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you. Your back hit the nest, eyes spinning as you weren’t so used to him outright manhandling you. You sucked in a breath as you stared up at Keigo, his face slick with your juices and enlarged wings spread out and upwards.

The slits of his eyes were blown wide, a toothy smile beaming down at you. It seemed sort of sweet before two of his clawed-fingers (thankfully, somewhat gingerly) spread the lips of your cunt. He spat onto your exposed clit, no reverie in his actions as his avian glare slipped over you.

A harsh clicking came from the back of his throat, feathers fluttering.

“B-Babe? Are you okay?” You asked as Keigo refused to look away from your splayed-out body.

“More than okay,” He shuddered, looking a bit more grounded for a moment. He swallowed, shaking his head.

Surprisingly, he reached out to cup the side of your face, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, “If you want me to stop, can you tell me now?”

“I don’t want to, Kei’,” You laid your words on thickly, knowing you had his lucidity. “Can you please fuck me? Fill me up, Kei’.”

He growled, something from deep in his chest, nodding, feathers shimmering in the light of the room.

He was on you instantly, wings flapping to shove his body into yours, lips on yours and tongue pressing into your mouth. The tapered appendage licks and literally fucks your mouth, robbing you of air as you weave your hands into his sweaty tresses and pull.

The pain spurred him on, one of his hands sloppily going between the two of you to line his fat cock with your cunt. He was considerate enough to rub circles on your clit as he rammed into your insides in one single motion.

Your eyes went wide, snapping open and you tug the bite of your nails into the back of Keigo’s head, held by the burning stretch and pleasant ache of your insides.

Keigo had been fairly quiet during this entire ordeal, an odd thing considering he normally ran his mouth dry with praises, filth, and sweet nothings when he was half this close to your cunt. Yet, he’d hardly spoken through most of it, and most of your reading of him had been based on body (and wing language).

But, when he did finally bottom out, shaking and straining, it clicked.

Based on the sweat that was rolling down his temples, the veins bulging in his forearms, and the rigid tension in his shoulders, he was holding his rut-crazed body back.

You frowned, trying to ignore the kiss of his cock head against your cervix.

Recalling some of the things Keigo told you about some of his more animalistic desires, you decided to egg him on to breaking. Based on the rapid twitching of his wings, he needed it.

Keigo just barely moved, biting his lip and harshly exhaling.

“Baby,” Your own voice broke as you spoke, falling back into his mutant desires as well. “Please, please, fuck me how you need. Please.”

“S’fine, this is enough,” Keigo gritted out as he dragged his cock almost entirely out of your dripping cunt.

To emphasize your need, you grabbed a fistful of his feathers at the base of his wings and tugged, making sure to press your nails to the bone.

Keigo threw his head back, moaning high into the air, a coo mixing with the sound as his wings shuddered in your grip.

You buckled down.

“No,” You whined, hooking your legs behind the small of his back, thumbing at the plumage as he writhed from your touch. “Fuck me, like you mean it, Keigo. Fill me up.”

He paused, freezing, eyes darting up to your own.

“S-say that again.”

You grinned, dragging his stiff neck down to your mouth, dragging your tongue to his ear, “I said I want you to fill me up. Stuff me full of your cum and breed me so good, please, Kei’.”

You’d never spoken like that to him during sex, and you quickly understood why.

The moment the words left your lips, Keigo slammed his hips back into you, wings fanning out as wide as they could.

His lips found your neck, cock rearranging your insides with the immediate force and pace of his thrusts. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and clicks from the back of his throat, filthy words finally fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna breed you so good,” Keigo’s voice was breathy as he raked his nails down your neck, light lines following as he bottomed out in you once more. He roughly grabbed one of your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple. “Gonna make you gush for me, yeah, I am.”

You could’ve given an equally horny response, but Keigo’s tongue was quickly in your throat, groaning into your mouth as his pace picked up to something inhumane.

It was short-lived, the wet slapping of his heavy balls stalling as he damn near screamed into your mouth, coming deep in your throbbing cunt.

You shuddered, feeling his load already dripping from your cunt onto the sticky sheets below you.

Keigo’s lips parted from yours, half-lidded eyes looking glazed and dreamy.

You thought that nutting twice so closely together would slow him down, but you were remarkably wrong.

You rolled your hips up, smiling, “Feeling okay, Kei’?”

Keigo blinked down at you, lowering his head to nose at your jaw. You tilted your head for him, spine curling when you felt him begin to move again, still fully hard.

“I’m not done yet.” His words were curt and sharp as his arms caged around your head. The sharp peaks of his canines caught on the skin of your neck, dragging and sucking. “Gotta make sure you’re fucked nice and good with my brood, dove. So good.”

You swallowed, eyes rolling back when Keigo bit down at the base of your neck.

Keigo’s hips slammed back into yours, his pace picking up and the squelching of your slick and his cum ringing around the room. You could hardly focus on it, or anything as he quickly threw your legs over his shoulders, moving his licks and bites to your calves and thighs.

Your clit throbbed with each thrust, wet and craving contact. When you reached down to play with yourself, Keigo swatted your hand away with a growl, a red feather from the bed replacing it. The small, soft crimson feathers lapped at your clit, making quick circles as it became wet with slick.

With the hold on your legs, he hauled you upwards, your lower half lifted off the bed and held by only Keigo’s grip and the curve of your spine. You keened with each of his thrusts, listening to the wild words that spilled from his lips while he rammed your cunt raw.

They were mostly incoherent, half-sentences about how he was going to ‘breed you until he’s shooting blanks’, ‘fuck you full with his brood’ and ‘reem you until you grew feathers’. Each phrase got your breath going fast, his grip and pace forcing your lungs to fill faster and faster.

The feather against your cunt grew sloppier, nearly vibrating with its jerky movement. A well-timed swat to your clit by Keigo’s own hand while he talked about your ‘life-giving pussy’ was what sent you over the edge, cunt tightening around his cock.

His words reached peak incoherency as he rammed into your cervix, spilling into you with a harsh wail, wings stretching upwards and bumping against the ceiling.

You expected a moment of reprieve, but before you could even think, still spinning with your own orgasm, Keigo flipped you onto your tummy once more.

Despite signing up for this sort of treatment, your insides already ached. The friction of Keigo’s fat cock had stretched you perfectly, all for him, but the deep ache in your core was getting a bit distracting. This was not even mentioning how sore your muscles were getting, pulling from the pacing and positioning Keigo chose at whim.

You didn’t voice your pains, buckling down on your psyche (or, what you had left of it), as Keigo slid into you once more.

“Oh baby,” His voice was slippery as he wound his hands through your hair, pulling and forcing your back into a severe arch. “You feel that?”

He fucked into you harshly, the squelch that followed serving as a reminder of how he’d already more than filled you up.

“So pretty and round with my seed...” Keigo’s words got dreamy and slow, just for a moment as he smoothed his hand over your hips, “Just need to make sure it takes...”

The feather from earlier was back on you as he started up once more, babbling and flapping his massive wings as he fucked you numb.

You came as he did the next time, your legs giving way under the pressure and sensation. Keigo was quick to tsk, two more of his feathers moving to hold you up as he started to move again, cock never leaving your spent cunt.

The parts of your brain that were still working and not reduced to a pile of mush wondered how the fuck he was still hard, but all things considered, it shouldn’t have been surprising. Besides, he deserved to satiate himself properly, fucking your gushing cunt, considering he’d never gotten to indulge in his instincts like this before.

Despite how you burned all over, you let him finish inside you yet again.

And again.

And again?

You lost count at some point.

Keigo apparently really liked you face-down, ass-up, and kept you like that as he fucked you full over and over again. After having his taloned-hand stuck into your hair holding you to the duvet and pillows for so long, your head was spinning. What made all of this all the more overwhelming was the small feather that never fucking stopped moving—

“Kei’, please!” You screamed, voice hoarse and dry. You’re spinning, aching, and yet you still want more.

Keigo’s pace increases, using his wings to rut against your cervix over and over.

The tempo of the feather increased, Keigo’s growls falling away into his own shriek as he pushed forwards once more, hot cum spraying your walls all over again.

The sensations, all of them, pushed you over the edge, a shriek tearing from your throat as hot tears soaked the nest below. Your orgasm curled your toes to the point of pulling muscles, back bowing and straining as broiling pleasure swallowed you once more.

Keigo might’ve kept fucking you after that, you couldn’t really remember. With the plumes of feathers under your knees, he could’ve and you wouldn’t have known.

Your body and mind were spent, trying to keep up with his appetite. Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, and lucidity was gone to you.

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You awoke to soft cooing sounds and the smell of sweat.

It was jarring, shifting the slightest bit and feeling aches and pains you didn’t even know you could have.

The cooing stuttered, falling into a chuckle.

Oh.

Keigo.

His rut.

Oh.

“Oh my god, Kei’, did you fuck me unconscious?” It came out almost as a growl, voice cracking and low.

A hand carded through your hair as you opened your eyes, taking in the state of yourself, Keigo, and the nest.

You were both sweaty, sticky and smelling all sorts of musky. It was intoxicating, lulling you. It must’ve been those pheromones that Keigo had mentioned way back when.

Keigo had nestled you to his chest, wings spread behind him and shimmering. The windows outside showed only the neon of the city below, night having long since fallen.

He beamed down at you with a clear fondness, a lot of the tension gone from his body, and looking significantly less stressed. But, there was a sad quirk in his brow.

“Sorry about that, angel, I got kind of out of hand there,” Keigo replied sheepishly, smile turning a little sad.

You frowned.

You couldn’t have him thinking that.

“Nope, no, not at all,” You pushed yourself on an elbow, wincing at the pain, but recovering to peppering his stubbly chin and cheeks with kisses. “None of that, silly. I am happy to help, whatever that entails. I love you, you know?”

Keigo relaxed even more, falling against the nest and pulling you to his chest, “You gotta stop being so sweet, dove. Gonna get me riled up again.”

You hummed, kissing the tip of his nose, “That’s more than fine, just rub my shoulders a bit first. I think I pulled something.”

He kissed at your sweaty hair, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “I’m more than happy too, dove. Thank you.”

His hands met your shoulders, rubbing at the sore muscles, careful to avoid pressing his talons into the skin.

You heard him say so softly, more to himself than to you, “I’m gonna keep you so safe.”

The grin that came across your face rivaled the sun in its brightness and honey with its sweetness. You melted into his touch, dissolving blissfully into the smells and feel of your nest.

Keigo left kiss after kiss against soreness, cooing and clicking as his rut-based needs were more than met.

For once.

#salem writes #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo x y/n #feral hawks #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #hawks smut #hawks #takami keigo #keigo x y/n #reader x hawks #you x hawks #dont call me a furry for this one but damn im tredding the line #bnha smut

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Research

Finally wrote something again! Sorry it took so long.

How exactly do you get a dog to lose your scent? Because avoiding your werewolf boyfriend Embry was proving a lot harder than you had anticipated. Last weekend was… eventful. You guys had finally done it. Gone all the way. After 6 months of dating and an imprint bond, you both finally decided you were ready to take that next step. And you’ve only had one thought since that night.

That shit hurted.

It was borderline unbearable. The pain was searing. You lied there until Embry was done, faking moans and even faking the Big O, and you were less than eager to do it again. Were you broken? He seemed to enjoy it, so obviously you were to blame. He’d been super clingy and lovey since that night, even more so than usual, and you didn’t have the heart to be around him knowing you had faked it like that. What if he found out? He’d be crushed. What if he wanted to do it again? You couldn’t take that pain another night. What if he faked it too and was going to break up with you the next time he saw you? Yeah, no. Avoidance was the way to go.

He wanted to take you out to see a movie. You mysteriously came down with a case of allergies in the middle of winter.

He wanted to pick you up after school and give you a ride home. You had the sudden urge to join a club that was meeting after school that day.

He called, your phone was on silent.

He texted, you suddenly became illiterate.

But he kept trying. God, why was he making this so difficult?! Thoughts like this swirled through your head as you walked the long way home from school. He knew your usual route, so obviously that was out of the question. You took a path through the woods that would eventually spit you out right by the beach where you could sit and think. The forest had always felt like a second home to you. Peaceful, comfortable, private. You walked for some time before hearing twigs snapping in the distance. Probably a rabbit or something. Louder snapping. Bigger sticks. Definitely not a rabbit. You halted, waiting for the creature to pass, when a large gray wolf stalked out of the trees.

Damn.

He was wearing the softest, cutest, most “kicked puppy” look on his face that you had ever seen. Head bowed, he walked up to you slowly, whining. So he had noticed your avoidance. You held your hand out to him, petting the thick fur between his ears. He sniffed your hand, giving it a soft lick.

“Hi,” you whispered. He whined louder at this. “Embry…” you started, before he crouched down, a silent cue for you to get on his back. He waited.

Guess this was inevitable. And at least him showing up in wolf form gave you some time to think about how exactly you would explain what had happened. With another soft sigh, you climbed up on his back, holding the fur tightly as he trotted off into the trees. After about 5 minutes, you realized that he was taking you to Sam and Emily’s house. You weren’t in the mood to be around the rest of the pack right now.

“Embry, I’m kind of busy today. I don’t really have time to hang out with the pack.”

He ignored you, trotting along as if your statement was the buzz of a mosquito in his ear. When you reached the house, however, you quickly realized that no one else was there. They must all be out. It was a Friday afternoon, after all.

When you reached the lawn, Embry stopped and crouched once more so you could dismount. When you did, he ran off behind the house, walking back out several minutes later as the inky-haired boy you had grown to love. His face was full of sadness, yours full of anxiety.

“Let’s go for a walk,” he said.

You silently followed him down the path that led to the cliffs, waiting for him to say something else. He never did, only kept walking. You struggled to keep up, but were too stubborn in your silence to ask him to slow down. You both finally reached the rocky cliffs jutting out over the frigid ocean. He stopped, staring out at the horizon. You paused next to him, waiting. After another several minutes of silence, you grew impatient.

“It’s supposed to snow Monday,” you said.

You waited. Silence.

“The news said they might even cancel school.”

A pause. Nothing.

“I don’t know about you, but I could definitely use a three day weeken-”

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he cut you off, seeming agitated. For as long as you’d known Embry, he was never in a bad mood. Never anything but happy. Maybe sad on a few occasions, but never angry. Never frustrated. And it was making you nervous.

And now it was your turn to be silent. Yes! You wanted to say. You hurt me! But you couldn’t. Wouldn’t. He didn’t do it on purpose, so why would you make him feel guilty about something that was your problem and your problem alone?

“Because, if I’m counting correctly, it’s been 5 days since I’ve so much as heard from you. Barely a text back. Not a call, not a ‘hey! I’m super busy this week.’ Why are you avoiding me? I thought… after last weekend, we should be more in love than ever right?! Did it not mean anything to you?”

You remained quiet, tears pooling in your eyes. You gave no sign that you were going to respond, so he kept going.

“Just tell me where your fucking head is at, Y/N. You can’t keep brushing me off like this. Did I do something wrong? Do you regret what we did? Am I, like… not ripped enough for you or something?”

“Embry, no,” you pleaded. You could see the insecurity behind his eyes. You had to tell him what was going on, but you knew it would crush him. “It’s not that at all.”

He waited. “Then what?”

You closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your face. You wiped it away quickly before taking a deep breath. “I have been avoiding you.” You looked up at his face at this, finding tears building up in his own eyes. “I love you, Embry. But last weekend, just… I can’t do that again.”

He clenched his jaw, looking anywhere but your face and nodded. He was hurt. You definitely could have worded that better.

“Let me explain,” you pleaded. He wouldn’t look at you still, but didn’t walk away, so you kept going. “I think I might be broken or something, because that… It didn’t feel right.”

At this, he looked back at your face, switching from hurt to concerned almost immediately.

“Why would you think you’re broken?”

Another pause. “I know you would never hurt me on purpose…”

“You were in pain?” he panicked, fresh tears pricking in his eyes.

“It’s not your fault,” you hurried. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that? Why would you let me keep going?!”

“I’m sorry!” you cried, causing him to walk up and embrace you. You sobbed into his chest as he pet your hair, all signs of anger gone. “You were having a good time, and I didn’t wanna ruin it, but it hurt so bad…”

“Shhhhh,” he cooed as he rocked you from side to side, letting you calm down. “It’s okay.”

After several minutes, you finally stopped crying. He didn’t falter in his embrace, only left light kisses on your forehead and cheek.

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispered into your hair.

“It’s not your fault,” you replied.

“Yes, it is. I’m supposed to take care of you. It was my job to make you feel good, and you were hurting that bad and I didn’t even notice.” You sniffled, just enjoying being in his arms. A few more minutes passed as you both calmed down.

“To be fair, I did take a drama class last semester. I’d say I put on a pretty convincing performance,” you added weakly, an attempt to lighten the mood.

He huffed a laugh, if for no other reason than to make you feel better. “Had me fooled,” he added.

You smiled, looking up at him. “I’m sorry for avoiding you.”

“It’s okay. I just wish you would have told me as soon as it started to hurt that you wanted to stop.”

“I know. I should have, I just got all in my head about it.”

“And I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll never forgive myself, and I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore,” he answered, nervously awaiting your response.

“I forgive you. And of course I still want to be with you, Embry. I love you. We just need to work on our communication skills a little bit,” you laughed.

“We do. And I’ll start. I would really love another chance to make you feel good. If you promise to be honest about how you’re feeling, I know I can do a way better job. But I understand completely if you wanna wait a while… or if you never wanna do it again. You’re in charge here.”

His words had your heart melting. He really did care about you, and you knew that if you had told him in the moment that you were in pain, he would have done anything to get you feeling good. You were always his first priority.

“I’d be willing to try again, but what we did last time didn’t work. I think we need to think of some new techniques or something,” you mumbled shyly.

“Tell you what. I’ll do some research, get some stuff, and you can come over tonight… if you want to. And we can maybe try again? And if you get there and aren’t feeling up to it, we can just watch a movie and cuddle. No pressure… I just miss you.”

You thought for a second. Worst case scenario, you’d cuddle on the couch and eat junk food. You trusted Embry completely, and if you said stop, you knew he would.

“Okay,” you replied.

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After a long shower, some fresh makeup, and a cute-yet-comfortable outfit, you were ready to go over to Embry’s. Sure, the nerves were kicking in, but you trusted him when he said he would do some research. When you pulled up, he was already standing in the doorway smiling. You ran out and gave him a giant bear hug (or wolf hug), and he picked you up and carried you into his room, kicking the door closed with his foot.

“I missed you,” he said, face buried in your hair.

“You saw me like 3 hours ago,” you giggled in response.

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen you all week! Gotta get my Y/N fill or I might die!”

You laughed loudly, hands threading up into his hair as he sat down on the bed with you seated in his lap.

“Yeah, yeah, just try not to crowd me,” you cheekily replied.

He raised an eyebrow before tackling you back onto the bed, tickling you like a maniac and placing playful kisses all over your face and neck.

“Like this?! Don’t crowd you like this?”

“Embry stop!” you laughed, trying to suck in a breath between his manic tickles. When he finally stopped, he was lying between your legs, one hand grasping both your wrists above your head, the other propped beside you so as to not crush you. He stared lovingly at your face before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. His grip on your arms loosened, as if to say You can stop me anytime, but you didn’t. You kissed him back, arms staying in place to tell him that you were okay.

The kisses grew slightly more heated, but Embry kept them gentle. And every time you thought he was about to take things to the next step, he’d just kiss you some more. You were growing slightly impatient, breath labored and blood pumping fast. Your stomach became slightly warm, and every time you leaned up, he’d pull away.

“You’re being mean,” you whimpered.

He just looked at you and smirked before leaning down and capturing your lips once more. You could feel your blood heat in every part of your body. From your head to your toes, you felt warm and fuzzy, yet desperate for more,,, more touch, more pressure, more Embry. Growing frustrated, you hooked your legs around his waist and tried your best to pull him closer, unintentionally grinding your hips into his. When he brushed up against your core, you let out an involuntary sigh. It actually felt nice. He smiled into the kiss, pulling his lips away from yours and dragging them down to your jaw, and then your neck, suckling and sucking and leaving light red marks that made your head spin. The hand that was holding your wrists came down behind your back and up into your hair, firmly pulling your head back to give him better access to your neck.

This movement made your entire back arch up into his body. His grip in your hair tightened slightly, lips sucking your skin up into his mouth as he nibbled, before soothing with his tongue. Your toes curled, legs pulling him impossibly closer. When he felt this, he ground his hips down into yours. The combination of his hands, lips, and weight on top of you made you let out a gasp. Your hands held onto his shoulders for dear life, pulling his shirt up in an attempt to take it off. He got the hint and sat up to remove it, being away from your body for far too long for your taste. He didn’t lower fully back down, however, instead sliding his warm hands under your shirt and onto your stomach. You sat up, taking your sweatshirt off and throwing it violently across the room. His eyes widened as they looked down at your bare chest in an almost feral fashion. He gripped your thighs, tugging you down the bed with ease, and resuming his position on top of you, hands roaming all over your torso. He cupped your breasts gently, rolling your nipples softly between his fingers. You shut your eyes and threw your head back, enjoying the sensations. His kisses trailed from your neck and down to your chest, softly. Lovingly. When he reached your nipples, his tongue poked out and licked around each of them, before taking them into his mouth and sucking. His hands continued to caress your back, and he took his sweet time switching from one breast to the other, and back again, until he felt your skin grow almost as hot as his. You were writhing underneath him, panting as your mind tried to comprehend the sensations. And his mouth, God it was so warm. You felt him kiss the undersides of your breasts, and then your stomach, and then lower…

When he reached the waistband of your leggings, he brought his hands up as if to pull them off of you. He stopped, looking up at you for permission. You gave a lazy nod Yes, and lifted your hips to help him. He pulled your underwear off as well, spreading your legs and almost salivating at the sight of your soaking pussy. Not wanting to waste another second, he once again began placing kisses on your lower stomach, and then down to your hip bones, scraping his teeth lightly against the skin, which had you shuddering. He trailed lower, to where your thighs met your core, and began to suck lightly and the soft skin there. Your clit was throbbing by now, desperate for any sort of attention. You thrust your hips up, desperate for his mouth on the place you needed him, but he only pulled your legs over his shoulders and brought his arms across your stomach to hold you in place. Your hands went to his hair in an effort to control any aspect of this situation, but the boy was strong. He teased and teased and teased, until you thought you might very well crawl out of your own skin if he didn’t properly touch you soon. Embry brought his face right up to your center and licked into your entrance, making your toes curl once more. His hands gripped your hips as he brought you as far onto his tongue as he could, nose not quite brushing where you still needed him.

“Embry…” you whimpered, about to tell him what you needed.

“I know, baby. I got you,” he spoke, as he finally brought his warm tongue to lick a firm stripe up to your clit, swirling it around and sucking the swollen nub into his mouth.

You let out a moan. A real one. Your first real one. And it only encouraged Embry, as he began to suck and lick with a steady rhythm that caused your legs to shake. You felt your stomach start to coil after several minutes of this, hands fisting Embry’s hair even tighter. It felt amazing, but that coil wouldn’t snap. He started to notice you coming down slightly, orgasm fading away, when he brought his index finger into your mouth. You sucked on instinct, before he pulled it out and brought it down to your entrance. He swirled the digit around a few times and began to push in slowly. One knuckle. Then two. And then he was fully in you. Sucking your clit into his mouth yet again, he rubbed his finger up into your front wall, massaging the ridges there.

“Oh… Embry, oh my God,” you moaned. He used more pressure, and then brought his finger out and added another, slowly pushing them in together and resuming the ‘come-hither’ motion. You felt your muscles shake, losing all control, and the coil in your stomach tightened rapidly once again, only this time, it broke. Your back arched, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent scream as you came hard. Waves of pleasure drove through you, hands holding his head firmly onto your center. When you came down and opened your eyes, you looked down at his face to see an excited grin.

“If you tell me that was fake, I think I’ll cry,” he chirped.

You calmed your hard breathing enough to mutter a “That was real.”

“Do you wanna keep going?” he asked.

You nodded, taking note of the obvious tent in his shorts. You reached a hand down to grasp him, when he grabbed your wrist and said “Nuh-uh, I’m still making it up to you.”

He stood up off the bed and went over to a plastic shopping bag on his desk. He opened it and pulled out a condom, some lube, and a small pink toy. Your eyes widened, and he cockily stated, “told you I’d do some research. Come here Sweetheart.” He held a hand out to help you up, and moved you so that you were on your hands and knees, bum facing him as he stood at the edge of the bed. He tore the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it on, and then opened the bottle of lube and slathered it all over himself. He then brought what was left on his hand up to your sensitive core, distributing the substance gently. Throwing the bottle onto the floor, he lined himself up with your entrance.

“You sure you wanna keep going?” he asked. You nodded in response. “I need you to say it, babe.”

“Yes, I want to keep going, Em,” you almost cried.

“Okay, but I need you to tell me if it hurts even a little. Promise?”

“Promise.”

He grasped your hip with one hand, guiding himself in with the other. Slowly, carefully, he became fully seated inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. You felt no pain, just a delicious stretch inside your walls. When Embry saw that you were relaxed, he pulled himself out a couple of inches and softly thrusted back in, looking for any signs of discomfort. He found none, and continued. He dragged himself in and out of you at a torturous pace that made your breathing pick up yet again. You needed more. You began rocking yourself back onto him, begging for a faster pace, and he complied. He pulled out several inches more this time, shoving back in at a quicker pace that had your toes curling and your moans going up in pitch. At this, he stopped holding back. Embry began pounding into you, hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave the good kind of bruise. You were moaning loudly, brain turning to mush. This is what sex was supposed to be like. What you’d always imagined it would be like. Passionate, loving, amazing.

Embry found himself reaching the edge, but would not allow himself to finish before you. He reached down onto the bed for the small pink toy that you had forgotten about. He flicked it on, brought his other hand down and around your throat to pull you up against him, and held the small vibrator right onto your clit. The pounding pressure of his dick paired with the fervent vibrations had you seeing stars. You came. Hard. You didn’t know how long the orgasm had lasted. When you came to, you were lying on your back on the bed, breathing still labored, as Embry cleaned your thighs off with a damp towel. He noticed you looking up at him.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he cooed.

“Hey,” you responded weakly.

“How ya doing?”

“Really good,” you laughed.

“Yeah?” he beamed at you as you nodded in response. “Good. I’m gonna get you some water and then we can cuddle, okay?” You only smiled in contentment as he walked off into the hallway, returning shortly with a cup of cold water. “Sit up for me?”

“Can’t,” you answered, eliciting a laugh from him.

“C’mon, I’ll help you,” he spoke as he gently held the back of your head, supporting you as you leaned up to drink from the cup he was holding up to your mouth. After you took a few sips, he seemed satisfied and placed the cup on the floor, lying down next to you and pulling you close. “If you start ignoring me after that, I might have to kill you,” he teased.

“Don’t worry. I won’t ever ignore you again.” You sighed in contentment, listening to Embry’s soothing heartbeat, before you began to wonder. “By the way, what the heck kind of research did you do?”

He huffed a laugh before responding, “Some guy on the internet called Owen Grey.”

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