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Cold as ice

a/n I honestly hope you all will cry the way I cried writing this because now I genuinely need four to five business days to recover. Because never have I actually needed to take a minute to sob in the middle of writing.

summary: what happens when Ellie stumbles upon a memorial that turns out to have both your and Joel's kids names on it. When the past pain is brought back to the daylight even the coldest of hearts finally break.

warning: pain and suffering first and foremost, tissues ain't included. Blood, wounds, shooting, killing, multiple death, loosing your kids.

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Ellie had slipped out of the shower. She hated being separated from you and Joel. So the fact that you walked away from her, leaving her with Maria, didn't sit well with her whatsoever. You had hugged her tightly before leaving, promising to be back as soon as possible and that you three would eat dinner together as you always did.

She had gotten extremely close to you. Yet there was something in Joel's eyes when he watched you hug Ellie that told her that there was more than you two let her know. She was aware that you two had been together long before the outbreak; she assumed you were married from the bent ring that was on your finger. But besides that, she knew nothing. Well, that you could handle Joel's shit the best of anyone Ellie had met.

She had seen and heard Joel mumbling in his sleep. Watched you rub his back with a sad expression on your face. And the same went for you, just when your nightmare hit - they hit you hard. Ellie had been woken up by your screams in the middle of the night. Joel's calm voice tries to make you calm down. She had only once turned to look at all of this unfolding; most of the time she just pretended that she was fast asleep. "Don't let them, Joel", you cried, "Don't", "I'm so sorry", Joel would sway you from side to side. His own eyes glossed over with tears. "Should have let me die instead. I should have died," you choked out, clenching the shirt Joel was wearing. His face looked stone cold as you clawed at him, sobbing.

Ellie never brought those nights up. If she teased Joel for speaking in his sleep, she had never said anything about your nightmares out loud. After nights like that, she would shimmy closer to you. Making sure she would be holding onto your hand more often or just hugging you every moment she could. Ellie couldn't help the feeling inside her that told her that you needed her.

Ellie hurried down the stairs, zipping the pink jacket she despised solely because of its outrageously girly color. Maria had left the note that she was just across the street, and as much as Ellie enjoyed being alone. She needed to kill time before you two came back. Plus, being away from you made her rather uneasy. She knocked on the door a couple of times. Yet no one answered. After more failed attempts, Ellie just let herself in. "Maria," she called out, stepping into the hallway. The house looked nice and was well lived in. Ellie had never seen anything like it. Even the smell seemed homely. She stepped into the living room, where the fire was crackling in the fireplace. Her eyes fell onto the three names written down with white chalk, surrounded by candles. Kevin, Sarah, and Malakai. Ellie couldn't help but frown.

"Ah, good, here you are. Try it on," Maria said, making Ellie jump as she turned away from the bored and took the coat from her hands. "Well, it's super fucking purple," "Eggplant, fits well?", Maria questioned, and Ellie nodded her head. "Who's been cutting your hair?", Ellie gave the woman a crooked look. "Am… world-class salons," she sassed back, making Maria let out somewhat of a chuckle. "I'll go get my sizers," Ellie argued immediately, but Maria stood firm, "Just the ends I promised."

The sound itself made Ellie cringe as she held onto the side of the chair for dear life. She hated this. Hated getting her hair cut. "I saw you looking at the memorial Tommy made", Ellie swallowed hard once Maria spoke up once again. She hoped this wouldn't be brought up, but then again, she was snooping. "I'm sorry about your kids," Ellie choked out, thankful that she didn't have to look her in the eye. Maria's movements stopped. "It's okay and kid. Just Kevin. Sarah and Malakai were Joel's and Y/N's kids", and a cold shiver ran down Ellie's back. Kids. You two had kids and lost both of them. "I'm sorry, shouldn't have said anything", "It's okay, it… It explains Joel's behavior and why Y/N…", but her voice died down. Maria didn't need to know about your nightmares.

"Look, I won't ask you what you are doing with them, especially Joel…" "Good," Ellie bit back. "You need to understand my concerns", Maria walked right in front of her, but Ellie only glared her way, "Be concerned about your husband, who did the same shit, if not worse". Maria let out a surprised sigh, "You have one hell of a mouth," and Ellie quickly stood up, shrugging off the towel that was over her shoulders, "And you are one hell of a sister-in-law if all you can do is throw shit at Joel." The adrenaline rushed through Ellie the moment the words slipped past her lips. She didn't regret them, but at the same time, she knew she shouldn't have. It was, however, too late. So she quickly stormed out of the house.

Her breathing picked up as she ran. Quickly slamming the doors behind herself. "Ellie?", your voice rang through the place, and she almost sank to the floor with relief. Like a lost animal, she darted towards the kitchen, meeting you midway as you stepped out into the hallway. Throwing her arms around your torso as she pressed herself closer to you. You couldn't help but frown as your hands ran through her hair. Confused as to what had happened, "Love, you are worrying me. What's going on?" You tried to loosen Ellie's grip on you, but she just clenched your shirt tighter.

Ellie almost felt like she suddenly couldn't face you. She shouldn't have found out like that. So she quickly stepped back and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. The worry inside you grew even more as you watched her. "Sweet girl, should I go get Joel?", you asked, but Ellie quickly shook her head, only now realizing that this involved him as much as it involved you. "Okay, well, you know you can tell me anything. I can't help if I don't know what happened," you said, softly reaching for Ellie's hand. Just this didn't feel like anything. This felt like the biggest thing ever.

"I'm sorry," Ellie rasped out, "I wasn't… I didn't want to… but they had a memorial," Ellie cried out, and suddenly it all started to make sense. You moved to wrap her up in your arms once again, "No one is blaming you; you were bound to find out eventually." You ran your hands through Ellie's hair once again. With a sigh, you clenched the necklace that hung over your chest. "You want to know the story of me and Joel?", you asked, making Ellie look up at you with mixed emotions. You nodded your head, "Well, let's make tea and sit down somewhere more comfortable." You knew that this was going to be one painful set of memories to unlock. But she deserved it. She was part of the family now.

And what a journey it had been. You met Joel in a supermarket. Where he was frantically looking for baby formula. The baby he was supporting with one hand screamed bloody murder. "Hello," you said cautiously, not wanting to startle him any further. His helpless, tired eyes snapped your way. You could tell that he most definitely hadn't slept in more than a couple of days. If not his eyes telling you that, then his overgrown and unkempt beard did. This male was a mess. "Do you mind if I", you pointed to the bundled-up baby, "You're in distress, and they feel it. Babies are sensitive to emotions", Joel's shoulders sagged; it looked like your words had finally defeated him.

"Just stand here. If you even think about doing something to hurt her…," you looked at him with a knowing smile. Trusting your blood and soul with a stranger was no joke. Especially being a newly baked parent. Plus, fathers were already way more protective. Especially of their girls. You pressed your hand to the heart, "I'll stand right here, just want to help". Joel nodded his head. Dropping down the box of formula he was holding as he moved towards you, lowering the bundle into your hands.

Even with her face all red and screaming her little lungs out, she was so pretty. You gently rocked her in your arms, "It's okay, gorgeous girl. Why are you crying, love bug?", you cooed at her. Fingers carefully ran down her cheek as you wiped away her big tears. "Shhh, sweet girl, you've got your daddy all worried. We don't want that, do we?" The cries slowly died down, and her big, still-damp eyes stared right at you.

Joel felt like someone had sent this as a cruel joke. His wife, the mother of his child, should be doing this, not some stranger in the middle of the supermarket. "Grab the mixture on the second shelf, more to your right", your voice made Joel snap his head in your direction once again. "I assumed you were looking for a formula. So that one should do her good. Won't upset her stomach if she's also breastfed", Joel clenched his jaw at your words. No, Sarah was not. Her mother had vanished. She didn't even know what a mother was or what it would feel like to have one.

You sensed the tension. Slowly stepping closer to the male, one hand resting on his shoulder. "Don't take this as an insult because I'm sure you are an amazing father. But do you want me to pop by and help out while you rest a little?" You had an odd feeling that the mother wasn't in the picture. That he was all alone. And the baby wasn't older than a month or a bit more. If this man was juggling that alone. Well, that must have been hard.

You hummed to yourself as you fixed up a light dinner from whatever you managed to find in Joel's fridge. Considering the empty cardboard boxes all over the place, it's been a hot minute since he had a proper meal himself. Once he drove you back to his, you quickly ushered him upstairs. Telling him to take a bath and catch some sleep. You knew that he would have fought you on it. If only he wasn't running on the last bits of energy. And you weren't snooping, but while you were cleaning up the kitchen, you found an open letter. A letter you assumed was from Joel's wife. She had left them two without anything, not even a proper explanation. You knew it wasn't your place to judge; motherhood was tough. Not all women were built to be mothers. You had written down instructions for Joel. How do fix a bottle. What different formulas do get, and how to switch them up if Sarah got an upset stomach per se. You wanted him to know that he wasn't alone. Even if you two had known each other for less than a day.

Joel stepped down the stairs hours later. Beard trimmed, eyes less puffy. He found you on the sofa reading a book to Sarah. One of her tiny fists was wrapped around your finger as your soft voice filled the room, "Why are you smiling? Am I that funny?", you cooed at her, making Sarah let out a happy grumble, "Ah, we even lost the pacifier with all the smiling, huh," you pinched her cheek carefully.

Joel was lost for words, to say the least. This was how he saw his family. This was what he hoped he would come down to with his wife. A sob that had held up for weeks, now finally escaped his lips, making you turn his way in an instant. You carefully set Sarah down before approaching him. Opening up your arms in case he needed a hug but keeping a distance in case this was overstepping his boundaries. Yet Joel did fall into your arms. He mumbled out all of his worries and questions that had been bothering him. He had no clue what he was doing. How nothing made sense to him now.

That night, and the many that followed, completely transformed you two. You had practically moved into the Millers' house. You lived not that far away, but the apartment was small, and since the job, you had only managed to cover the rent costs; you were barely getting by as it was. Joel needed someone to look after Sarah while he worked, so having you in the house solved that issue for him. But with each passing week and more, you three fell into somewhat of a routine, and you couldn't help but notice how right this all felt. You always wanted to be a young mom anyway. Sure, the baby wasn't yours, but that meant nothing to you. You cherished Sarah as if she was your blood and flesh. Joel loved that Sarah would grow up having you in her life. A true mother figure and did not doubt that as soon as his daughter learned how to talk, she would without a doubt refer to you as a mother.

Now, almost 12 years later, you still found yourself smiling every time you thought back at the time you and Joel came together, clawing through the struggles as one. "Morning", Sarah ran down the stairs, quickly coming to kiss your cheek as she moved to grab plates for everyone. "Morning, darling, is your father awake?", "Banged on the door loudly, but he's getting old wouldn't be surprised if he didn't hear", you let out a chuckle at her words. She often teased Joel about getting old. Especially now that his first gray hair had sprouted.

"Is Momo up?", Sarah asked, missing the sight of her brother in the kitchen. You turned to the living room, "Tommy is watching cartoons with him." Malakai was a surprise baby, to say the least. You and Joel weren't trying to get pregnant, but at the same time, you weren't always all that safe when it came to sex. When you feel pregnant, you generally couldn't help but have the fear of Joel walking out on you. Yes, you two had gotten engaged not that long ago, but the conversation of having kids together was never a thing.

Yet Joel didn't do anything but cry once you told him. He wrapped you up in his arms as you two swayed in the kitchen at two in the morning, where you had waited for him to return from his shift. "Tell me again; I still can't believe it," he muttered into your ear for what felt like a thousand times, "I am pregnant with your baby." Joel shook his head still, "Baby Miller..", he let out a breathy laugh. Hands coming to hold his head. With you? A baby with you? The most amazing woman on this earth. He surely didn't deserve it, but he was more than grateful for it.

"I know we might get tight on money. I do want to work till I get too big..", you blurred out, letting your biggest worries out. Joel quickly cupped your face, "Don't you worry your cute head about that. I will take more shifts, and we will be fine", yet you still frowned at him. You didn't want him to work any more than he already did. It felt wrong to let him carry the income burden on his own. "I can still work", "I will only agree to that if you are feeling one thousand percent sure that you can do that. I would much more prefer you stayed at home." You did figure it all out, as you always did. Sarah was over the moon to get a sibling, and now more than ever, this felt like a family.

Joel hurried down the stairs just as Sarah came back with Malakai in her arms. Your husband quickly leaned in to kiss you as he grabbed a cup of coffee. "Birth-a", Malakai clapped. Sarah leaned in to whisper something into his ear once again. "Daddy Old," he said happily, making you let out a laugh, especially when that proud smirk painted Sarah's face. Joel shook his head, "I'll send Cooky Monster after you two. Come here and hug me, you crazy bunch." Watching your kids wrapped up in Joel's strong arms always made you feel some type of way. He was the best father a child could ask for.

"No pancakes?", Sarah grumbled as she looked at the scrambled eggs in front of her, "Frown at your father, he forgot to buy it". It was a tradition to have pancakes on birthday mornings. One that all four of you took very seriously. But with the job load only getting bigger, you couldn't blame Joel for forgetting to get it. "Will we at least get the cake?", "I'll buy one on my way home, I promise," Joel said, scuffing down the egg. Sleeping in meant more rushing, especially when he still needed to drop Sarah off at school.

"Good cause it would be a shit birthday if we didn't at least get that", she said in frustration, "Language young lady", you nudged her shoulder. "Your shirt is insane out, handsome", you pointed your fork Joel's way as he dropped the empty plate in the sink. "No, it is not," he argued, looking down, "Dad, you are seriously getting old," Joel grumbled while taking off his shirt. You moved to feed Malikai, trying to hide your smile.

"You and I, tonight after the kids are asleep. I have special plans with you", Joel cupped your face, leaning in to kiss you a couple of times. "Gross!", Sarah shouted from the hallway, making you two laugh. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Miller", you packed his lips one more time. God, was letting go of this man hard. "I know what I am still capable of," Joel teased back, making you raise your eyebrows, " I'll be the judge of that tonight, sir."

You three had already eaten dinner. Malakai had been sleeping on your chest for quite some time. Sarah dozed off slightly as you waited for Joel to come home. He was late. That, of course, upset Sarah. You wished it was different. That she would see more of him. You hoped that now that you had landed a pretty good job deal, you could balance it out. That Joel could be home more often, and the kids wouldn't have to miss him that much.

The sound of the keys jingling made you stir as you noticed Joel walking into the living room. He was tired, as always. Sarah stirred from beside you. "You're so late," she mumbled, leaning more into you as you ran a hand through her hair. "I know, baby girl; I'm so sorry." Joel kneeled in front of her, carefully tickling her side in hopes to make the grumpy go away. "Did you at least get the cake?", Joel cursed under his breath. All the way home, he knew he had forgotten something, but it only hit him now. "Are you for real, dad?", "I promise I'll get the biggest cake I can get for you all tomorrow."

Sarah looked up at him, letting out a sigh as she reached to wrap her hands around her father's neck. Joel pressed her close to his chest, holding her just a tad harder than most evenings. "I got you something but it's upstairs", she said rubbing her sleepy eyes. Once she had disappeared from the room, you turned to Joel. "I'm so sorry for messing it up," he muttered, sitting down next to you. "Jokes on you, you messed your birthday up." You leaned closer to him. Malakai grumbled in his sleep, his eyes opening for a moment. The sight of his father finally being home made him reach for Joel. He instantly scooped the boy up, pressing a loving kiss to the top of his curly hair as he rocked him a couple of times. Malakai eased into sleep immediately. And you weren't too surprised about it—the warmth Joel carried was enough to make anyone fall asleep within seconds.

"Open up," Sarah said as she handed Joel a box. He shook it a couple of times, trying to inspect it without seeing it. "I know it was laying in your drawer for some time now", "Where did you get the money for it?", Joel looked at the old watch that he had to give up on years ago. "Drugs," Sarah said casually, making you let out a laugh that Joel joined soon after. "I think you got mugged, though it's not ticking." Joel pushed the watch to his ear, and Sarah's face paled as she moved to grab it out of her father's hands. The sound of ticking filled her ears, making her roll her eyes and say, "Not funny, dad."

You moved to wrap your arms around her, dragging her onto the bed with you. She would be sandwiched between you and Joel. "How about a movie, and then I'll tuck my two gremlins into bed", Sarah playfully hit Joel's chest, "Mom, will fall asleep within minutes", she turned to watch you already almost dozing off. "I won't say I won't, but I'm giving you ten minutes, and you will be out as well", you hugged her closer, eyes falling onto Joel who looked down on you two fondly.

"If I knew what was going to happen that night… I would", your voice died down, "I don't even know what I would have changed, but I wish I could go back, you know? To try to do something differently", Ellie looked at you. If you had let yourself smile a little at the thought of the happy memories she knew that now was the time when the real shit was going to go down. Ellie inched closer to you. Leaving her cup on the table as she took a hold of your hand once again.

"I have four civilians by the river," the male said sharply into the radio. "Joel," you whispered, pressing Momo closer to your chest as your breathing picked up. Joel wished he could reach for you and hold you close as well, but he knew that now that was impossible. "We'll be okay, love. All of us will be okay," Joel whispered, his eyes not leaving the soldier in front of him. "Uncle Tommy," Sarah whispered, looking between you and Joel. "We'll get you two and mommy somewhere safe, and I'll go back to look for him," Joel said as calmly as he could, pressing Sarah even closer to him.

The soldier lifted the gun, making you shake your head. "We're not sick", Joel managed to say before the shots rang out. Everything that happened after that was a blur and a slow-motion movie at the same time. The fall off the curb. The cries from Malakai rang out even louder than the bullets. You fell right beside Joel, your hands clinging to the boy and pressing him closer to you. The light from the gun made you close your eyes once again. "I'm sorry", you heard the soldier rasp out, "No, please", Joel exhaled, moving as quickly as he could to shield your body with his own as yet another shot fired. Joel's hand pressed down onto you tightly, not even letting go when the sound around him died down.

"Oh god", Tommy's voice made Joel lift his head, turning his attention to where his younger brother was looking. And there was Sarah. Her breaths were shallow as she pressed down on her side, which was bleeding heavily. Joel felt as if his world stopped for a moment as he crowed towards her. "No… no," Joel breathed out, "You're okay, baby girl, you're okay." His eyes fell on the wound that was pouring out bright red blood. "Sarah", you called out, inching towards her, gasp leaving your mouth as you saw just how bad it was. Joel tried to move her up, but Sarah only screamed out in pain, "I know, baby, I know. I need to help you up."

Joel's eyes were on you as you sobbed by Sarah's side. Hands were now just as soaked as his with sticky blood. Joel looked at Tommy, who was holding Malakai, then back to Sarah, who was gulping down air. He couldn't let his baby die. Not here. Not now. Not his little girl. Not his butterfly. Joel pressed his palms to the shot wound harder, making Sarah roar in agony, "I know it hurts, but you will be okay". You brushed your hand over the side of her face, not trusting your words anymore.

"Tommy, help me!", Joel shouted, but once he turned his attention back to his brother, his breathing stopped. Your eyes followed Joel's gaze. Eyes grew wide at the sight of Tommy standing there with a gun pointed at his head. Malakai being dragged away by another soldier. You quickly rose to your feet. "Give me my boy!", you shouted. No longer sounding like yourself. More like a wild animal out for blood.

"That's a child. Are you going to kill a child?", you stepped closer, but only got met with the back of the gun hitting your back, making you fall back to the ground. "Please, please, I'll do anything," you croaked out, pulling yourself up as you watched the soldier stop in its tracks. The boy in his arms reached out to you as he cried. The soldier let go of Malakai, and for a split second, a rush of hope flowed through you. He was going to come back to you. Your baby boy was going to be okay.

You reached your hands towards him as he took wobbly steps towards you. "Come here, baby, come here, Momo," you called out, barely being able to see through the tears streaming down your cheeks. "Mama," he cried out, making you nod your head. And then the shot rang out. The sound that you knew was going to hunt you for the rest of your life. You saw the bullet pierce Malakai's head as his body sagged to the floor.

The scream that fell from you was far from human. The pain that pierced you was as outrageous. You quickly moved forward, ready to kill the man who had just killed both of your kids cold-heartedly. You didn't make it far as two hands quickly pulled you over to the side. Turning you away from the lifeless body of the toddler.

Joel knew he had to get to you before you joined the kids on the ground. He held onto you for dear life as you trashed in his hands, "I will fucking kill you, do you hear me? I will rip you to pieces, you fuck," you screamed, trying to get loose and out of Joel's embrace. "Let go of me, let me kill him," you spat, nails digging into Joel's arms as you tried to push them away. "I've got you; you need to breathe." His words made you stop. You looked him in the eyes for the first time that night. Another sob escaped your lips as you sank to the floor, hands ripping at the skin of your chest, "Kill me, let me die, I don't want to live", your words were broken in between harsh intakes of breath. Joel shook his head once again, wrapping his arms around you, "I need you, please, I need you".

The sound of the door closing made you jump. You had no clue when you finished telling the story. You don't remember zoning out. Ellie was still holding your hands, her own eyes puffy from crying. Joel stopped in his tracks. The sight of him was not something he imagined coming home to. Your face was pale. Streaks of tears are still visible on your cheeks. Ellie didn't look any better. "What happened?", Joel quickly closed the distance between you. "Did someone hurt you? Are you hurt?", he took a hold of your trembling hand before turning to Ellie. "I…", she started, but the world failed her. The panic inside Joel only grew.

"Ellie found out about Sarah and Momo," you whispered, closing your eyes in hopes to stop the tears from falling once again. To the sound of the names, Joel's jaw clenched as he sat down on the table that was behind him. "I'm so sorry. I just saw the memorial." Joel only shook his head. "I swear I didn't", "Ellie," Joel said firmly, making her stop.

He knew this day would come. He might be half deaf, but he wasn't blind. Joel knew that Ellie was up most nights when you would scream. And was quite surprised that she hadn't yet brought this up in any way. But then again, she wasn't a stupid girl; she knew her boundaries. You rose to your feet, and Joel was quick to steady you, yet you brushed his touch away. "I need some fresh air", "I'll come with you", Joel insisted, but you shook your head, "I want to be alone for a moment". He was going to fight that choice, but by now he had grown to understand that in moments like this, letting yourself feel it out alone, at least at the beginning, was the best option.

Ellie couldn't bring herself to look at Joel as she fidgeted with her fingers, "I didn't mean to…", "I thought I was going to lose her after it all", Joel's words took Ellie by surprise. She quickly turned her gaze toward him. Joel was staring blankly at the wall in front of him. "She did everything she could to die. I didn't sleep; I couldn't. Was too afraid that I would miss something, won't be able to stop her", he exhaled sharply, hands coming over his face for a second.

"You had the biggest impact on Y/N. I saw her smiling for the first time in twenty years when you came by", Joel shook his head. Ellie couldn't utter a single word as he continued to stare at him. "I never meant to hurt you," "You never did. I feel the safest with you. I love you both as my parents. You have been the closest thing to a family that I've ever had," Ellie blurted out quickly. Joel turned to her, his eyes glistening with tears. "I won't let anyone hurt you," Joel whispered, clenching his jaw. Ellie fell into his arms, wrapping herself around his torso. "I know because you've never let anyone down, and you're not about to start doing that now."

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us imagine #the last of us reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine

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TW: unedited, smut (dom & top!bada, sub & bottom!reader, teasing, strap usage–r!receiving, reader tries to ride bada’s strap for a bit before bada takes control, bada is very cocky in this one…idk mafia bada is just always so cocky to me during sex, bada’s strap is referred to as a cock/dick, exhibitionism, bada doesn’t receive again, sorry…, erm… dumbification, hyo hears you and bada fucking two times, she will never rest…), italicized words with quotes around them in this fic indicate a thought, and in a long block of text indicate a flash back, the picture in the middle purely for aesthetics/a visual aid and not meant to represent reader’s skin tone or body type!! this is entirely canon divergent and not a part of the mafia au timeline!!!!!!!!!!! if you want to read the canon version of this scenario, read this

SUMMARY: hyo will always be a dedicated bodyguard. she takes pride in the fact that she is able to stay by your side each day, and protect you. the only downside? she has to exercise immense amounts of self-restraint when she stands outside your bedroom or office door, and hears bada fucking you.

WC: 5.6k

A/N: an anon asked it so we did it!! a collab w my wife @bebeyue, make sure to read her continuation of this by clicking the three ellipsis at the end of this fic (this is a threat)!!!! this is the only time i’m cosigning on any form of hyo content–i make exceptions for aeri–so enjoy this one piece!! (ps. pls do not send any requests for hyo–i’m only writing for bada!!) but besides that, again, this is a “behind the scenes” of this drabble, but uses this fic as an opening, pls enjoy!!

DISCLAIMER: all characteristics portrayed are purely speculation and fiction, they are not meant to reflect bada or team bebe’s actual character, values, or attitudes. please keep this in mind!!

Kim Hyo is a diligent bodyguard, and no one can deny that fact. Although Bada may at times nitpick at things she does, she can’t dismiss Hyo’s commitment to her job as your bodyguard. Through thick and thin, she’s been there, watching over you. Early mornings and late nights, her presence is never far.

Take, for instance, the current situation unfolding between you, Bada, and Hyo.

"I'm starting to think you really do want us to get caught." Bada’s voice comes from inside her office, and leaks into the hallway. Coincidently, you’d accidentally left the door open when you entered to hand your faincée her glasses. Now that accident left you in a rather compromising position.

Hyo stands outside Bada’s office, her back against the wall as your fiancée eats you out and toys with you. She’s not exactly sure what is specifically happening inside but from the sounds of moans, you’re enjoying what Bada is doing to you.

"I-I don't." You answer your fiancée’s prior statement, a hint of shame creeping into your voice.

"There you go again," Bada says, tapping her tongue against the roof of her mouth in displeasure.

Hyo hears a shuffling sound and then another moan rings out from the office, this time the sound is significantly louder–she lets out a sharp breath and clutches her hands tightly together in front of her, struggling to keep up her professionalism.

"Do you enjoy lying to me?" Bada continues.

Trying to distract herself, Hyo forces herself to think of something else. “What are we having for dinner tonight–” She begins a thought, but it’s interrupted by the sound of Bada’s stern voice speaking up again.

"Should I make you cum like this? Make you fucking cum all over your panties as punishment?"

“No.” You squeak, "Please--"

“The Boss is being very stern this time.” Hyo finally manages to collect herself enough to think a clear, coherent thought. “The last time this happened–” Her thought is interrupted by another that invades her mind.

“Be honest, you like that type of stuff–” Tatter’s amused voice echoes in your bodyguard’s mind, her entire body going rigid.

“Fuck.” She mentally curses, closing her eyes behind her sunglasses. “It’s not like that–” Despite what fibs Hyo may try to convince herself of, the mind never lies. It is the truest and most honest representation of thought.

So it’s natural that Hyo thinks of the night prior to this most recent excursion between you and Bada, when you’d engaged in such activities.

The day had begun normally, much like today had, until certain events led your bodyguard to a cruel fate.

3 days earlier

Standing on the steps of the Lee mansion, you beckon over your wife. “Come here,” you say, voice brimming with excitement.

Bada, who’d just spoken to Hyo, and asked her to bring around her Porsche 918 Spyder, turns to look up at you standing on the second step of the stairs toward the open driveway. “Coming.” She says, dismissing Hyo as she ascends the steps in your direction. When she reaches the step you’re standing on, positions herself behind you and starts to trail kisses up and down your neck. “Have I told you that you look beautiful? I love this dress…”

“You’ve only told me five times already.” You laugh while reaching into the pockets of your dress–a feature that you reverently appreciate–to pull out your phone. “But thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” She mumbles into your skin, dragging her nose up and down while continuing to press heated, wet kisses on the crook of your neck.

“Bada, I want to take a picture.” You huff, trying to focus on opening the camera app on your phone.

“Take one then, I’m not stopping you.” She replies, never slowing down her sweet assault on your neck.

“I can’t when you’re kissing me.” You argue back lightheartedly.

“Just angle the phone so I’m not in frame–”

Not convinced, you gently shy away from Bada’s lips. “I’ll let you give me kisses after I’ve taken the picture. Just two seconds, alright?”

“Fine.” Your fiancée pouts as she wraps her right arm under your boobs, unintentionally making them pop.

You barely notice as you lean back into her chest and hold up your phone, closing your eyes and smiling for the picture. But Bada does. She sees the way the skin of your tits shine in the low light, and how the picture looks incredibly intimate, like it’s something not meant to be seen by foreign eyes. She leans in, completely entranced by the photo, and your reflection–

The moment slips away like a gentle whisper in the breeze as you slowly open your eyes and your smile widens at the picture. You don’t comment on the nature of the photo, only saying, “It’s so cute, I have to post it on Instagram!” Which you quickly do, all the while Bada remains silent, moving her head back into the crook of your neck.

The kisses she’d given you prior, although passionate, are nothing compared to the heat with which she charges the kisses she places on your skin now. She uses just the tip of her tongue and drags it across your neck, which makes you freeze, and a puff of air leave your lips.

“Maybe we should stay in.” She whispers between kisses.

“Bada, you made reservations.” You mumble, bringing your hand up to the side of her head, clutching onto strands of her long, black and white striped hair. At the same time, Hyo pulls up in the Porsche. She parks it right in front of you both, then turns to face you, but when she catches sight of the intimate moment you two are sharing, she instantly faces forward and clears her throat. She tries to make it seem like she’s not listening to what either of you are saying, but your close proximity makes it almost impossible.

“Fuck the reservations,” Bada says into your skin, winding her other arm around your midsection–again making your tits pop out. “It’s been a while since we had sex.”

“Bada, Hyo is here with the car.” You whisper, using weak force to pull on Bada’s hair in an attempt to pull her off of your neck.

You succeed, but your fiancée is displeased. “So?”

“So,” you give Bada an astonished glance, “she can hear and see us–”

“She’s not even looking our way.” Bada points at Hyo, who’s scrolling through her photo albums, trying to busy herself. “She’s on her phone–” Your fiancée suddenly frowns, pressing you closer to her chest. “Hyo, why are you looking at your phone?”

Your bodyguard instantly sits up and snaps her head in Bada’s direction, looking like she’s about to break out in a cold sweat. “Sorry Boss, I was just…uh–”

“Oh stop picking on her.” You gently swat at your fiancée’s arm and break away from her hold, quickly grabbing her hand and practically dragging her forward. “Let’s just go and eat dinner like we’d planned–”

Although you’re not able to see, Bada sends Hyo a look that screams, “You ruined my plans,” as you force her into the car.

Hyo gulps, moving to face forward and placing her hands on the wheel of the car.

Yeah, she’s in for it.

The rest of the night surprisingly goes without a hitch after that. After leaving the Lee mansion, Hyo had proceeded to drive you two to the La Yeon, an upscale restaurant that serves traditional Korean cuisine, and only caters forty guests at a time. Bada had reserved a private room for you both to dine, so naturally Hyos stood outside as watch, only hearing small noises from your lively chatter.

But the real hell began on the car ride back to the Lee mansion.

The three of you had been sitting in a peaceful silence when you suddenly spoke up, curiosity striking you, "Just how much did you have to pay for the private room we ate in?"

Bada nonchalantly shrugs, "Not much."

"Somehow, I doubt that," you banter.

Bada shifts her gaze from staring straight ahead to glance at you. "Well, it wasn't much for me."

"Ah, that makes more sense," you nod, releasing a small laugh. "But you know, you don't have to take me to fancy restaurants. I'd be happy to spend time with you, no matter where we do it."

Your fiancée shakes her head, "I don't take you out of obligation. I do so because I love you. I want you to experience establishments that are worthy of your presence."

Turning your attention to Bada, you gaze at her through the barely-lit car. Her eyes reflect deep sincerity, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Bada... I'm just a woman—"

"You're not just a woman," she interrupts, her eyes stern yet holding glints of love behind the firmness. "You are my woman. My fiancée. What kind of spouse would I be if I didn't treat you?"

Bada's passionate gaze makes you turn away, your hand ghosting over your mouth as you grow bashful. "You can't just say things like that," you whisper, your voice meek and soft.

"Why? Does hearing how much I love you make you nervous?" Bada laughs, amused by your reaction.

"I just..." you trail off, struggling to find words to express your feelings. "I love you." Those three words are the only way to convey the warmth coursing through your body.

Bada smiles softly, grabbing your hand which you’d positioned in your lap. "I love you more."

You intertwine your fingers with hers, observing the way she affectionately runs her thumb over the gem on your engagement ring. "But you know," you suddenly add, prompting your wife to look up from your joined hands to meet your gaze. "you could have mentioned we were going to a Michelin-star restaurant. I felt a bit underdressed..." Your eyes shift down to the silky white dress you're wearing. While undeniably elegant, its somewhat scandalous design features thin straps supporting a teardrop-shaped neckline that accentuates your boobs, which gracefully twists into the bodice and tapers into the gown's lower hem.

"Underdressed?" Bada says incredulously. "You look absolutely beautiful–"

"All the other women were wearing name brands and elegant dresses–" you protest, but are cut off.

"What does it matter what they were wearing?" Bada furrows her eyebrows, genuinely confused by your words. “You could walk into this restaurant in your pajamas, and you’d still outshine every single one of those women.”

You let out a sharp breath, smiling shyly. “There you go again. I think you enjoy making me flustered.”

“If you’ve just barely realized that, I clearly have not been doing my job.” Bada laughs, gently squeezing your hand, which still remains in her grasp. “By the way, I thought I had thoroughly expressed how much I love the way you look, earlier.”

A fire lights in your stomach as you glance at her. “Well…”

“I really am not doing my job, am I?” Bada uses her unoccupied hand to gently touch the side of your face, and leans in. “I’ll just have to show you how beautiful you look in this dress.”

That last sentence sealed Hyo’s fate. She continued to drive as you let out small giggles, and Bada whispered things in your ear. What exactly she said, Hyo doesn’t want to imagine.

Upon arrival at the Lee mansion, you and Bada are a mess of scandalous whispers, and chuckles as you both ascend up the steps, your bodyguard lagging behind to park the car. But it seems you two are far too excited to keep your hands off each other, because when Hyo walks toward the Lee mansion steps after returning the Porsche to the garage, you’re both nowhere to be found. Your bodyguard rushes up the steps, mumbling curse words under her breath as she opens the door and races up the mansion’s winding staircase, heading toward the only place you must be, your shared bedroom.

When she makes it there, she instantly walks to the right side of the door, her back up against the wall. She lets out a small sigh of relief, glad that Bada was too busy to tell her off for lagging behind.

But then she hears it, a small sound, simple and tiny, innocent.

“Bada!” You squeal, while a creaking sound barely reaches Hyo’s ears. It sounds like you’d been thrown onto the bed.

Inside the bedroom, Bada moves to hover above you, planting either of her arms beside your head. She smirks down at you, her eyes sweeping over every sliver of your skin that’s available to her prying eyes. She leans in to rub her nose against yours cutely, watching how you crinkle yours and smile out of instinct. “You’re fucking adorable.” Bada breathes, then places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you.” You whisper when she pulls away.

“I love you more.” She whispers back, moving her hand to grab at one of the straps of your dress. She thumbs at the silk until she slowly begins to move the strap down your shoulder, the movement so light a shiver runs up your spine as you watch her. When she fully slips down the strap of the dress, your bare tit is exposed to the cold air, which makes your nipple pebbling because of the sudden temperature difference. “No bra?” Bada presses her thumb against your nipple, starting to trace delicate, mithodical circles to the sensitive bud.

“The fabric is thicker than it looks–” You breathe, but the words die on your lips as your fiancée moves to drag the other strap of your dress down. Now both of your tits are exposed to Bada’s hungry eyes.

“I really love this dress.” She grabs either side of your boobs, pushing them together to oggle the way your flesh meets to make a tantilizing image. The soft skin of your tits glows in the light, and the way your nipples continue to pebble because of the cold has Bada captivated.

“I think you should take it off me.” You say coquettishly.

Bada stares at you for a moment with an excused expression before she releases your tits and sits up. “Actually, I had different plans for you.” She steps away from the bed, making her way to the dresser beside it before opening the bottom drawer. You turn your head to the side to watch with a confused expression, but what she pulls out from the drawer makes you smile.

Bada takes out a bottle of lube and her long, black strap, glancing at you from the corner of her eyes to see you carefully studying her every move with excitement in your eyes. “Looking forward to it, are we?” She remarks.

“Should I not be?” You flip over onto your stomach, placing your head in the palm of your hand as Bada begins to take off her dress pants and shirt. Like always, she only has her boxers and her bra on while she puts on her strap.

“Do you need help?” You pipe up.

Bada looks up and smiles. “If you’re offering.”

You quickly get off the bed and kneel down in front of your fiancée, helping her manuver through the harness and secure it onto her pelvis. When you’ve finished, you don’t stand up, instead, you look at Bada as you lean forward to press a kiss on the head of her cock, running your tounge along the silicone.

Bada lets a small hiss at your actions, her hand coming down to gently rest on your head. “C’mon.” She pats your head, signalling you to get up.

You do so without a single protest falling from your lips, but you take the bottle of lube out of Bada’s hand, pop it open and slowly place a glob of the sticky substance into the palm of your hand. Before your finacée can say anything, you lean in and place a passionate, all-tongue kiss as you rub up and down in cock, twisting your wrist like you’re really trying to give her a hand job.

Bada groans into your lips, grabbing the sides of your face and deepening the kiss until you’re just swapping saliva messily, small strings of it clinging to each other’s lips, connecting you two together. “Sit on the bed.” She whispers inbetween your clash of mouths.

You pause, then take a step back from your fiancée, your lips parted as you let out staggering breaths. Backing up until you feel the edge of the bed gently collide with your legs you sit down like you were told to.

Bada is quick to follow after you, but to your surprise, she doesn’t push your back onto the bed; instead, she climbs on and reclines against the bedframe with her back cradled by pillows. Her position makes her cock stand tall on her pelvis, the large head slightly drooping downwards when she slaps her thighs. “Sit on it.” She tells you, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

You tilt your head to the side in confusion but crawl towards her anyway, taking off your panties before placing your thighs on either side of her hips and sitting down just shy of her cock. “I thought you said you were going to show me how beautiful I look in this dress.” You lightheartidly banter. Truthfully, you don’t care who does the work, all you want is to have Bada’s dick inside you, tearing you apart. But, then again, if she was going to tease you, you might as well do it back once or twice.

“What, you can’t fuck yourself on my cock?” She laughs, stretching her arm out to place it on your right thigh.

“I can.” You huff, feeling embarrassment start to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“I don’t know.” Bada imitates a thinking face. “You’re kind of a pillow princess if I’m being honest.”

“Wha–” You stutter, your mouth dropping open. “I’ve eaten you out before.”

“And who was still in charge then?” Bada argues, her amusement growing every passing second.

“Well–”

“Listen to me.” Your fiancée suddenly cuts you off, leaning forward so that her face is only inches away from yours–her cock slaps against her stomach, the action going unnoticed by her, but not by you. “Fuck yourself on my dick, and if you do well, I’ll take over and finish you off.” She takes her left hand and places it on your cheek, rubbing her thumb against your cheek. She takes note of how your skin feels unnaturally warm. “Does that sound good, baby?”

Your eyes, which had gone wide out of pure shock stare back at her like lustrous gems. You slowly begin to nod, forcing yourself to close your mouth and swallow. Bada nods with you, then moves to rest against the headboard again, her back hitting the pillows.

Although the tone she’d taken on was domineering, she still holds one hands out for you to take, so she can help you up onto her cock, while the other bunches up your long dress so it’s not in the way. You, of course, take her hand and with her added strength, lift yourself up until the tip of her cock just barely slaps against your pussy lips. You let out a shaky breath at the small surge of stimulation, but focus on inching your hips downward. Slowly, the tip of Bada’s strap fills up your pussy, every inch making you breathe harder and your hips stutter. The slight confidence you’d felt just a moment before instantly fades away as you close your eyes and stop moving.

“It’s only the tip, I should be able to take more,” you think, but truthfully even just the tip of Bada’s long and thick strap would be hard for anyone to take.

“Don’t do it all at once.” Bada’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes and look at her. “It’s big. You’ll hurt yourself.” She says tenderly. “Just take it slow.”

You listen to your fiancée, carefully and meticulously sinking onto her cock, taking small breaks in between every inch until you’re finally able to sit in her lap, every inch of her monsterously big cock inside of you. “Oh, fuck.” You pant, leaning forward to catch your staggering breath and to give your pussy a time to adjust.

Bada watches you with a fond smile on her lips, she leans in to press a small kiss on your cheek–which just so happens to angle her cock further into you, making you gasp. “You took it all, I’m so proud of you.” She whispers sweetly, the soft side she only has for you peeking through her dominant demenour.

“I–” You say through heavy breaths. “Fuck.”

“It’s alright, just breathe.” Bada grabs hands grab at the sides of your face, trying to ground you. “In and out honey, in and out.”

You try to take in a deep breath but it catches in your throat. Still, with Bada’s guidance, you slowly begin to calm your breathing until it settles into small puffs.

“There.” She mumbles. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You nod, shaking your head. “Just…it’s been a while–”

“I know it has, which is why you need to take it slow baby.” Bada’s eyes flash with a small glint of worry. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m not, just took a little longer to adjust.” You place your hand over Bada’s, now wearing a confident expression. “I can do it.”

Your fiancée gives you a hesitant look but slowly leans back, allowing you to take the reigns. You start off slow, moving up just an inch before sitting back down. Then the next time you go up you go a bit further, so on until you’re able to take out half of Bada’s strap before slamming back down on her lap.

You also start to pick up your pace, angling your hips forward so her cock drags against your walls deliciously. You let out small, breathy moans with each rise and fall of your hips, still trying to get more out of her strap. But it feels like you can’t. Every time you think you can take out more you feel your legs weaken and have to slam yourself down on her lap before you awkwardly fall.

All the while Bada watches you, carefully zeroing in on the base of her cock, which is only wet with a minimal amount of your slick. She catches every moment you struggle on top of her, trying so hard not laugh at how cute your frustrated face is. “Do you need help?” She asks after she notices you lose your rhythm and slam onto her lap with a small annoyed curse.

“No.” You say stubbornly. Trying to prove her wrong, you use all your strength to lift up from her cock and this time manage to get another inch out before you have to quickly go down again. This time the sensation is deeply pleasurable so you let out a louder moan, but in your attempt to savor the feeling you once again lose your rhythm.

“So, you still don’t want my help?” Bada tilts her head to the side, just barely able to stop herself from chuckling at the glare you give her. But this time, you don’t answer her, instead, you just pant on her lap, looking like a defiled angel in your silky white dress that’s clutched between Bada’s hand, the straps having fallen so far down your body that some of your stomach is revealed, the other covered by the tight bodice. “All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll keep my promise from before.”

Truthfully, beyond feeling bad for your current inability to pleasure yourself, Bada just really wants to fuck you. The dress you’re half wearing is still doing things to your fiancée, the contrast of the pure white against your skin, which is stained with sin and sweat makes her desire to slam her cock into you reach incalcuable heights.

Looking at your fiancée, you bite your bottom lip in thought. There are two ways you could go about this. You could keep trying to ride Bada and probably only give yourself half the pleasure she can, or you can say yes and let her fuck you like she said she would.

…The answer is obvious.

“Yes.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Without a single second to spare, Bada lets go of your dress and grabs ahold of your hips, flipping your positions with such quick speed that it leaves you dizzy and giggling.

Bada runs her hands up and down your figure for a moment, leaning down to place a kiss on one of your tits before placing one on the other.

“Put one of the pillows between your head and the headboard.” She tells you, pointing at a lone pillow beside you.

Confusion flows through you but you do what she asks anyway, propping the pillow on it’s side so it cradles the top of your head.

Bada gives you a smile, then takes both of your hands into hers. She coils her long fingers between yours and stretches her arms out so that your arms are held above your head. “I’ll show you how good my cock can feel.” She whispers into your ear, the words just barely leaving her lips before she takes out the entirety of her strap out of you and slams it back in.

The sudden fast and strong movement makes the headboard slam against the wall, and your head slides up, wich would have painfully hit the metal if it weren’t for the pillow Bada told you to put behind your head.

Your fiancée’s deep and fast stroke makes you let out a moan, your mouth falling open.

“Yeah,” Bada mumbles proudly. “Bet that felt so good after all that fooling around you did before.”

Outside of your shared bedroom, Hyo stands frozen in her spot, the sound of the slamming accoumpanied by your loud moan making her gulp. She hadn’t been able to hear a thing before this, which is why the sudden rancourous noise startled her, almost making her jump.

“It’s fine,” She tells herself. “They’re just…having fun, that’s all.”

But again, another loud slam followed soon after by your pleasure-filled cry leaks out of the bedroom, the sound echoing cruelly in Hyo’s ear.

“Fuck…” She squeezes her eyes shut.

Inside the bedroom, you don’t have the capacity to worry about about the fact that anyone in a five foot radius would probably hear you moaning and screaming like a whore, because your fiancée is fucking you within an inch of your life.

Like you’re a ragdoll, Bada takes you by the hips and angels them so that one is up in the air and the other lays on the bed, her cock slamming in and out of you at an insane speed. She’s moving so fast that your slick–which had tripled from what you produced when you were fucking yourself–is squirting onto her boxers and creaming at the base of her cock. It looks like a ring of sweet whipped cream against her thick black strap.

“I need to get this room sound-proofed.” Bada manges to say between heavy breaths. “You’re screaming like a fucking pornstar, baby.”

You’re unable to say anything, the only thing falling from your lips is moan after moan, which is somehow not overshadowed by the thundering sound of the headboard banging against the wall.

“Aw, have I fucked all the thoughts out of you?” Bada drives her cock into you in a deep stroke, hitting that sweet spot in you that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck!” You close your eyes, mind turning to mush as your fiancée quickly takes her strap out, the ridging on the silicone catching against your hot and gummy walls, giving you profound pleasure.

Another rush of slick follows the exit of Bada’s dick, strings of it clinging from your pussy to the black strap, connecting you both. It would be poetic if what you were engaging in wasn’t pure, unadulterated sin. Immoral is the way that your lover slams every inch of her cock into you, sweat and your essance falling onto the sheets, leaving a stain as a testament to your depraved doings.

Bada reaches over to take the silk of your dress into her hands again, flipping all of it upward so that she can properly see her dick splitting you apart, rubbing your walls and hitting the front of your clit perfectly.

“Not a single thought in that pretty head of yours, is there?”

Proving her absolutely correct, you don’t respond.

“That’s okay baby, you don’t have to think. You just have to lay there, looking pretty in this dress while I slam my cock into you.” The way Bada cooes into the hot air of your bedroom makes your eyes almost roll back into your head. She knows just what to say, and when to say it. “Keep moaning like that, it’s fucking hot.” She adds, her own cunt pulsing beneath the fabric of her boxers. The way she’s pounding her strap in and out of you so forcefully makes the base of it rub against her cunt harshly, the slight pain and pleasure mixing together to make the coil in her stomach slightly tighten.

Like the obedient slut you are for your fiancée, you let out one loud, scream of, “I’m close!”

That only serves to reinvigorate Bada, who quickly takes your leg which is up in the air and sets it on her shoulder, allowing her to push her entire pelvis into you with a fast and intense stroke, which again hits your g-spot.

That’s what finally makes the tight coil in your stomach burst, a long stream of cum gushing from your pussy as Bada continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Of course, you can’t help yourself. Every loud curse and moan that falls from your lips settles into the air of the bedroom before floating through the crack between the door and the wall, the sound reverberating in the hallway of the Lee mansion.

Hyo, who had been counting to one thousand in her mind with her eyes screwed shut and her head down, realeases a long breath. She shakily breathes in and out, applauding herself for her immense self-restraint.

“It’s over.” She thinks, the voice of her internal dialouge fostering a relieved tone. “That was a long one. Sounded like she was getting strapped–”

Hyo surprises herself with her last thought. She suddenly straightens her back, shaking her head a bit.

“Stop–stop thinking about it.” She mentally scolds herself. Her cheeks are red, but under the dim lighting it’s impossible to see, and the wide, ashamed look in her eyes is hidden by her sunglasses. “That’s your boss and her future wife in there, it’s not–it’s not right.”

It isn’t.

But her wandering thoughts would be the least of Hyo’s worries, because while she counted to one thousand moments prior, a certain blonde Bebe girl had spotted her standing outside your and Bada’s shared bedroom, all the while your loud moans and slamming sounds filled the air.

“If I’d have known she was there I would have told her to keep quiet about it.” Hyo grumbles. “Now all the girls think I’m into that type of stuff–”

“Ouch!” The sound of your hurt whine cuts Hyo’s thoughts off.

She freezes in her spot, but out of pure instinct, and briefly forgetting what was going on beyond the doorway to Bada’s office, she reaches for the holster of her gun, and swings around to look inside the office.

And what she sees changes everything…

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Could you write something for Aemond being protective of his pregnant wife during the dinner scene in ep8? Like she gets caught up in the middle of the fight and Aemonds just having none of the Strong boys shit as they endanger his beloved

Hi my lovely Anons! These are all brilliant requests by the way, and thank you for reading my works!

Aemond x pregnant!reader | the dreaded family dinner | hurt reader | protective dad Aemond

You looked down to where Aemond knelt before you, his hands reverently holding the swell of your pregnant belly as your hands carded through his long hair. He pressed his lips to where your child grew, looking up at you reverently with his lilac eye. “You will be a wonderful mother, Y/N.” He rose to kiss you, pouring adoration into the way his lips moved with yours, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip. You gasped softly as he deepened the embrace, his hands cupping your waist, pulling your round abdomen flush against him.

“Are you ready to go down to dinner?” You murmured, your breath still mingling with his.

“Mm.” Aemond breathed, his eye still half closed as he rested his forehead against yours. “I’d much rather spend the evening alone with you.”

“As would I.” You kissed him once more before extricating yourself from his grasp. “However, your mother would not be pleased with either of us.”

“Indeed, she would not!” Aemond chuckled, opening the door for you as you both exited your bedchambers.

Arm in arm, you walked together down the winding stone corridors, reaching the dining hall just as Aegon joined you. “Ready to break bread with the wolves, brother?” Aegon rolled his eyes, pushing open the oaken doors.

Aemond didn’t answer, though his arm around you tightened slightly. Alicent and Rhaenyra were already sitting at the long table, carefully avoiding each other’s gazes. Jacaerys and Lucerys glanced over from their corner of the room, looking over you, Aemond and Aegon as you entered. You noticed Jacaerys’ eyes drop to take in the curve of your belly, a sneer flitting across his features as he looked at Aemond beside you. You held Aemond’s arm a little tighter as he guided you to your seats. You sat, taking the weight off your tired feet, Helaena to your immediate right and Aemond sitting at the end of the table to your left.

You could tell how tense your husband was, your attention thoroughly distracted from the light conversation around the table. Aemond’s gaze was hard, flitting between Jacaerys and Lucerys who were studiously avoiding his intent eye. You started slightly in your seat as King Viserys began speaking loudly, his breathing ragged as he urged his family to set aside their differences and try to start anew. Your gaze flitted to where Aemond studied his plate, his long fingers tapping next to where his goblet sat.

A round of toasts began, starting with Rhaenyra and slowly moving around the table. You didn’t hear what Aegon murmured to Jace, but it was enough to cause the boy to slam his fists upon the table, rising to his feet in anger. Beside you, Aemond slowly got to his own feet, eyeing his nephew as though daring him to continue. Jace hesitated a moment, his gaze flicking briefly to your own face before he raised his own goblet in a toast to his uncles. Aemond shared a glance with you as he returned to his seat, you quirked an eyebrow, but he shook his head slightly.

Lilting music began to fill the room, servants bearing food and drink hurried to service the nobles as you all began eating and chatting. You turned to engage Helaena in conversation just as Jacaerys asked her to dance with him. Aegon watched them depart for the middle of the room, hand in hand, before turning to share a bemused look with Aemond. Your husband shifted in his seat, the better to keep an eye on Jace, his face set in a stony expression. You rubbed your stomach absent-mindedly, stirring the soup before you while deep in thought.

“Excuse me a moment.” You stood, gathering your skirts as you made your way passed Aemond, touching his shoulder lightly as you went, walking down the steps toward the privy.

After washing your hands in the water basin, you slowly ascended the stairs back into the dining room only to see your husband standing at the end of the table, his goblet held aloft. “Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.”

“I dare you to say that again.” Jace said from where he stood next to a confused Helaena.

“Why? It was only a compliment.” He moved around the corner of the table to meet Jace as he advanced. “Do you not think yourself strong?”

You moved quicker than you thought possible in your heavily pregnant state, seeing the unfolding of events before they happened. Jace swung a heavy punch toward the scarred side of Aemond’s face. “No!” You shouted, interjecting yourself between the two men just in time to block Jace’s blow with your forearm, the force of it knocking you back against Aemond’s chest.

You used your other hand to try and push Jace away, but the boy grabbed your wrist roughly, yanking you forward with such force you audibly gasped in pain.

“Jace!” Rhaenyra yelled.

“Aegon!” Alicent scolded as her eldest slammed Lucerys into the table.

The momentum of Jace’s pull as he tried to get you out of his way caught you off-guard, your arms unable to catch your body as you tripped, landing heavily upon the stone floor. Deathly silence fell in the room, everyone seemed to be collectively holding their breath, watching as you kept still, assessing the damage.

“Aemond, no!” It was Alicent’s voice again, sounding more scared than angry.

You looked around from where you’d propped yourself up on your hands, seeing your husband with his hand at Jace’s throat, pinning him to the wall, a thin dagger at the boy’s throat.

“Aemond!” Alicent cried again, rushing to your side instead of trying to get her son off Jacaerys. She looked you over, worry etched into her face.

“You think to injure my wife.” Aemond seethed, his voice a deadly hiss. “To manhandle her when she is so vulnerable.”

“Aemond…” You spoke soothingly as Alicent helped you back to your feet. You glanced with worry to where Daemon was making careful progress toward your husband. “I’m alright. Aemond, let him go. I need your help.”

He released Jacaerys at once, the boy almost losing his footing as Aemond turned to you. Your husband was quickly at your side, supporting your back with one hand while his hand worriedly stroked at your abdomen. His violet eye roved your face. “Are you injured? Is-is our child…?”

“I’m alright. Please, let’s just go.” You said again, shooting Alicent a grateful look as Aemond helped guide you from the dining hall. She watched the two of you go, her face a mask of worry and sadness.

“I could kill him.” Aemond spoke, his voice a growl from where he walked beside you, his hands still supporting half your weight.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’d go over well.” You tried to make light of the situation, but Aemond wasn’t having it.

“If he so much as looks at you again, I will feed him to Vhagar after I finish with him.”

The anger in his voice was palpable, your own skin prickled with it. You turned to him, halting your progress down the corridor, taking his tense face in your hands.

“I am uninjured, my love.” You kissed the corner of his mouth, smiling as he moved his head into your touch. “Our child is still whole. There is no danger.”

He caressed your hair, his gaze gentle upon your face. His hands traced the curves of your body, holding the swell of where your child grew within you. “If anything happened to you… I would be lost.”

You kissed him, the two of your clinging to each other, the adrenaline wearing off, leaving you exhausted but relieved your little family was safe from harm.

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I Was Worried

This is my first time writing Evan Buckley from 911 but I am in love with that show and re-watching made me want to write. I'm open to take any requests for Buck or Eddie from the show. I hope you all like it.

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Summary: (Y/n) tries to convince everyone at the station that she is fine, especially her boyfriend Buck. But when she takes a bad turn out on a call, he gets panicked.

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"Whatever you're cooking smells good," Buck folded his arms and leaned forward onto the counter, pushing his hips out and arching his back a little to stretch out.

It didn't really matter to Buck what Bobby was cooking, it could have been anything from cats to crocodiles and he would eat it. Half a bowl of cereal wasn't enough to keep Buck going through a hectic morning shift and it was almost two o'clock now, way past dinner. He was starving and he was desperate to eat anything Bobby cooked.

"Pasta bolognaise," Bobby looked up from the large serving bowl he was pouring the pasta into, smiling when he could see Buck's eyes widening happily.

"And garlic bread." A smile worked its way onto (Y/n)'s lips when she walked past Buck and patted his shoulder as she went. She knew her boyfriend like the back of his hand and he was very food orientated.

She felt his hand graze her lower back as she passed him and grabbed the plates from the side to set the table. They didn't know how long they would all get to eat so dinner was usually fast. Set the table within a minute, everybody down and chug the food and drink to get as much as possible before a call sounded. Half the time they gobbled food and ended up with twenty minutes left to spare and they actually got to sit and digest their food and talk. But more often than not, food was partially eaten and left to go cold while they hurried out on a call.

(Y/n) could feel a headache burning behind her eyes and igniting through to the back of her head.

For over a week now (Y/n) had been feeling off, her headaches were becoming more common and persistent and she was feeling sluggish no matter how much sleep she managed to get or how she tried to eat enough and regular to keep her energy up.

Buck had said she was starting to come down with something and now (Y/n) was slowly beginning to believe him.

When the plates were all in place and utensils were laid out in the middle of the table, (Y/n) curled her hands around the back of one of the chairs and took a second to clear her foggy head. It felt like someone was slowly pumping her head full of air and any moment it was going to burst.

"Alright, are we ready?" Chimney clapped his hands and approached the table with a grin as Hen and Eddie followed behind.

(Y/n) tried to keep smiling and slowly shuffled away from the table and towards the cupboard near the sink where they kept the glasses. She couldn't stop her breaths from becoming shaky when her fingers curled around a glass and started to tremble.

"(Y/n), you coming?" Bobby glanced back over his shoulder when he approached the table with the food. She was awfully quiet all of a sudden when normally she would be first at the table to dish out the food and pour out the drinks.

When he didn't receive an answer, he glanced over at Buck who was halfway between the kitchen and the table before he stopped in his tracks and looked across at his girl. He looked back at Bobby with furrowed brows but waved his hand out at them to signal that they could go ahead and get sat down. He turned on his heels and headed over to where (Y/n) was stood in front of the kitchen counter with her back to him.

"Babe… you okay?" His voice was quiet but when he reached out to rest a hand on (Y/n)'s arm, he could feel her subtly shaking. "What's wrong?"

"Buck…" Her head was splitting like someone was banging a drum so harshly that her head was ripping open at the seams. The thudding of her heartbeat pulsed beneath her skin and pounded through her head so badly that she couldn't even see anymore. All she could make out were the black and white sparkles blinking in front of her eyes.

She could feel Buck's hands both coming up to rest on her shoulders and his lips merged against the back of her head but she couldn't hear what he was trying to whisper to her. Everything was turning to static in her ears.

Both Buck's arms moved to bind around (Y/n)'s waist when her knees gave out and she buckled. Her fingers slipped off the edge of the counter and her arms fell limp at her sides.

"Oh shit!" Stooping over, Buck braced himself a little better and slowly moved down until he was kneeling on the floor with (Y/n) hoisted up against his chest. Her head fell forward onto her chest as her legs curled up beneath her but she was still shaking. Buck kept one arm secured around her lower waist and moved his other arm round so he could carefully rest his palm against her temple and tilt her head up so she could lean her head back on his shoulder.

With a mouthful of garlic bread, Eddie pushed his chair back and jogged over to the pair while Hen busied herself grabbing a medical bag from near the stairs.

"Alright, here we go." Eddie knelt down in front of Buck and reached out for (Y/n)'s crumpled legs, carefully pulling them so they were straightened out and she was laid a bit more comfortable up against Buck. He pressed his fingers against (Y/n)'s wrist as Hen came over to them. "Pulse is a bit fast, not too bad. (Y/n), you with us?"

A muffled groan escaped (Y/n)'s lips as she tried hard to open her eyes but the lights suddenly felt like spotlights shining down on her and they were burning her eyes. She could feel Hen carefully taking her arm and sliding a blood pressure cuff up over her elbow and the tightening sensation sent a shiver down her spine and cleared her mind just a little.

"Open your eyes, babe," Buck coaxed while he smoothed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm. And something tingled to life in his chest and bubbled through his blood when he felt her hand shakily reach back and squeeze his thigh.

"Do you feel dizzy or sick?" Hen shone a light across (Y/n)'s pupils when she finally managed to open her eyes and something flickered on her face like a brief smile when she managed to follow Hen's finger from left to right.

"Dizzy… I- I'm good, probably just hungry." (Y/n) shuffled herself a little higher against Buck's chest so she was sitting up properly and she could feel the blood rushing back down to her feet and the storm in her head was starting to calm down, finally.

"You blacked out and you think you're good?" Buck rolled his lips together when Eddie gave him a look. He wasn't being rude but he knew (Y/n) better than any of them, he knew she was more likely to brush this under the rug than consider there might be something more serious than just a little dizzy spell. He for one didn't want to act like this was something small when he had said for the last week that she was coming down with a bug from how uneasy she felt and the constant headaches.

"Alright, if she thinks she's gonna be okay then let's all try and eat lunch, but you're benched today (Y/n). Any callouts, you hang back here to be safe I'm not taking any risks."

(Y/n) pressed her lips into a thin line to supress the groan burning at the back of her throat. She didn't want to hang back and wait around for them to come back off a call when she could be needed, she was here to do her job not sit back and worry. But she could see Bobby's reasoning, she would be a liability today if she went on a call and felt rough or this happened again. It was a safety measure.

She let Eddie take her hands and Buck loop his arms beneath hers so they could hoist her up between them. Her legs felt wobbly like setting jelly but she could shuffle them towards the table without worrying that she was about to collapse again.

It was just a blackout, she probably needed something to eat.

Loosening the suspenders on his shoulders, Eddie pulled them off his arms and shimmied out of his overalls and boots. He picked them up and shuffled tiredly through into the locker room, smiling softly when he glanced over and saw (Y/n) sat on a far bench near the glass wall.

"How you feeling?" He dumped his things into his locker but when he didn't hear a response, the smile slowly slipped from his face and he glanced back over at her.

He knew Buck had been worried for the rest of the shift when they went out and left (Y/n) behind at the station. She had kept herself busy, they all saw the tidy kitchen and the mopped floors implying she had been desperate to occupy herself when she got left behind for the afternoon. Buck had been the first one to run up to her when they got back and make sure she had been fine while they had been out. He worried; a lot.

"(Y/n)?"

Eddie walked over and gently perched himself beside her on the bench before he clasped his hands together in front of him and stooped over a little. His head tilted to the left to try and see her since she was sat at an angle but he sucked in a sharp breath when she turned to face him.

Her hands were full of used, bloodied tissues and there were streaks of blood smeared all across her mouth and chin and a lot of dried blood caked around her nose.

"What happened?" He was careful when he gingerly reached his hands out to tilt her head back. It looked like the blood had mostly stopped now but there was a hell of a lot on her face and the pile of tissues she had crumpled up in her fists.

"I had a headache, then the heavens poured out my nose for over five minutes. Has it stopped?" (Y/n) tightened the tissues in her hands until she could feel them starting to shred and pull apart between her fingers.

She had barely walked away from Bobby after reassuring him she felt much better, and her nose started to pour like a tap. Her head started to go fuzzy and heavy like it did earlier and no amount of tissue or pinching the bridge of her nose seemed to stop it. And Buck had gone for a shower so he didn't have to bother when they got home, the last thing (Y/n) wanted to do was run to him and ask for help. She would only panic him more than he had been earlier and she didn't want that.

"Yeah, I think it's stopped, are you sure you feel alright? You know this doesn't look so good." Eddie couldn't help but feel nervous, constant headaches, blacking out and a nosebleed on a large scale weren't signs of something minor.

"I feel better than this morning… Eddie, please don't tell Buck. You know he worries."

(Y/n) swiped the last crumpled tissue against her face before throwing them all in the bin. She would have to dart into the bathroom and wash her face clean of the blood if she didn't want Buck or any of the others realising what had happened or getting the wrong impression.

"I won't." A nosebleed could just be that and not mean anything else, it could be a one off and Eddie certainly wouldn't want to worry Buck unnecessarily.

He wouldn't say anything; yet.

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A soft smile flooded (Y/n)'s face when the man whose name was John, grabbed her hand and held it tightly to her heart. He needed reassurance and (Y/n) would help him as much as she could and calm him down, it was all part of the job.

"Am I dying?"

"Of course you're not, we won't let that happen. We're going to free your leg and get you to the hospital, you'll be right as rain soon." It always felt easier to reassure someone with minor wounds like this.

It was when the victim had organs spilling out or a crushed chest or third degree burns that wouldn't heal that made (Y/n) panic about giving reassurance to them. When she knew there was no way she could guarantee they would survive, telling them everything would be okay felt like a lie and that wasn't always the best course.

But this man only had a leg crushed by some rubble and a few broken bones, nothing fatal that they needed to worry about. He was going to be fine and (Y/n) knew it.

"Alright, I'm going to let go of your hand so we can get ready to move you, okay?" (Y/n) gave his hand a gentle squeeze before she let go and moved so she was crouching behind him with her hands hooked under his armpits.

Eddie was going to lift the metal beam from the man's leg and Buck was in position to free his legs and help slide him onto the board so they could carry him out. He was the last person trapped in here, everyone else was out and taken care of and after this, the team could head back to the station and wait for the next call of the day.

(Y/n) wasn't sure if it was the dust and smoke filtering through the air that was making her head spin or if it was the headache she'd had since this morning but whatever it was made her feel off. Every part of her felt sluggish and slow and her head felt like it had cotton wool stuffed in it.

"Go!"

On command, (Y/n) pulled him back and lifted him up and she and Buck quickly laid him down on the read board and shuffled him up until his head was safely in the foam brace to keep his neck still and straight.

"Alright let's get out of here."

(Y/n)'s arms had never felt so limp and heavy than they did when she lifted her end of the board and followed Buck back through the small break in the wall they had created to get in. Her hands were tensing and twitching in the grooves of the board and it felt like her centre of gravity was shifting more to the left like the world was tilting at an angle. It made (Y/n) want to lean to the left to balance herself back out but when she tilted her head, she felt like she was about to topple over.

She had carried people out like this thousands of times, she'd hooked people over her shoulders and ran from burning cars before and gone quicker than this but today she couldn't seem to catch up. Buck was going too fast and her feet were heavy and weighted in her boots but she did her best to kick the rubble out the way and keep up. She could feel Eddie close behind and her eyes focused on looking up at Buck.

He was wearing his overalls and his coat and helmet so she couldn't see the way his biceps would twitch and strain or the way he would hunch up his shoulders to tense his muscles and go faster, but she could imagine the way his body would move beneath the jacket.

As soon as they were outside, all of them were coughing from the wave of fresh air that hut them like a truck.

Something burned in the back of (Y/n)'s head like she'd been struck with a knife and as soon as they were clear, they set the board down as close to the ambulance as they could manage. Two paramedics filed over and Buck busied himself reeling off the injuries John had sustained.

Forcing herself to smile, (Y/n) leaned down and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"T-they'll fix your leg and have you up and walking in no time, you will be okay." She couldn't wait to hear his response or wait for a thank you or even a smile, she had to move.

Her feet stumbled beneath her and she could feel herself beginning to shake down to her boots. She didn't feel good. She wasn't sure where she was heading, she just had to get away from the victim so she didn't worry him and be away from prying eyes.

When she couldn't walk any further, (Y/n) threw off her helmet and unzipped her jacket and launched it down on the floor. She was sweating, she was cold, she was burning up and shaking and feeling sick all at once.

"(Y/n), hey, what's up what's going on?"

Running her fingers over her face, (Y/n) turned her back to Eddie and shook her head. She didn't know what was going on or what the problem was but there was just something that didn't feel right. Her head was pounding like it was going to explode and since she'd blacked out, it had been progressively getting worse. All of her symptoms had been getting worse whether she wanted to admit it or not.

There was caution in Eddie's movements when he gingerly placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her round to face him but when he did, he could see that her eyes weren't able to focus on him.

"I think you should sit down,"

"I… wh- I want-"

Eddie couldn't fathom what she was trying to say or what words were passing through her lips, none of it made a sentence or any sort of sense but it didn't matter.

(Y/n)'s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she tumbled down like the collapsed building behind them and Eddie couldn't catch her in time to break her fall, but that didn't matter either. He barely managed to go down on his knees when (Y/n)'s limbs tensed and tightened up like she was a puppet whose strings were being pulled.

Both her hands bent at odd angles and her arms pinned against her chest that pushed off the floor while her head started to tremble and jerk back and forth.

She was having a seizure.

"Cap! Captain, go get Buck! Now." Eddie threw his helmet to the floor and leaned over (Y/n) whose body was taut and tense and looked like she was shivering all over. He was the least bit relieved to see that she wasn't fully thrashing around on the floor and her arms and legs weren't being thrown about at all angles, it was more her head that was jerking than the rest of her body.

He carefully turned (Y/n) over so she was laid on her left side and tried to keep his hand pressed against the back of her neck to keep her head forward. He had no way of knowing if she was going to be sick or if she might bite down on her tongue and make it bleed. Either way, he couldn't risk her choking.

"Hey, what-" Whatever Buck was about to say fizzled into the air when he looked over at his girlfriend, laid on the floor spasming and shaking.

He'd never seen her have a seizure before.

"What happened?!" Fury boiled over in Buck's voice as he roughly grappled with his helmet and chucked it down to the floor before he went down on his knees in front of (Y/n). "Babe? (Y/n), baby it's me, you're okay, it's alright." He tried to keep one hand on her arm to let her know he was there while he pushed his other hand beneath her neck and the floor to feel her pulse and check her airways were still open. They couldn't be trying to intubate her while she was seizing like this.

"Hen, get over here! Don't let that second ambulance go, get it here now!" Bobby waved Hen over and pointed over at a paramedic who was about to take the other empty ambulance away from the scene now that all the people were accounted for and safely being transported.

"Has she had an accident, hit her head? Had a reaction to something?" Hen kneeled down next to Buck and took Eddie's place keeping (Y/n)'s head tilted forward while she tried to clip a monitor onto (Y/n)'s finger and listen to her heartbeat.

"No, nothing. She, she doesn't have seizures, this isn't normal." Something violent flashed across Buck's pupils as his jaw locked shut.

This wasn't normal for her, (Y/n) didn't get seizures or get seriously ill other than the odd bout of flu or a cold. She had never collapsed before, never had a seizure and she hadn't hurt herself or had any reaction to anything that would bring this on. Nothing had happened to her today or even this week for this to happen, Buck had kept a close eye on her to make sure she was alright. Clearly she wasn't.

"Okay, okay I think it's starting to wear off. (Y/n), it's Hen can you hear me?"

(Y/n)'s arms stayed pinned against her chest like she was protecting herself from something and her body started to calm down with the shakes but her upper half was still tilting and pushing back and forth like she was being pushed and pulled.

Hen gently pulled up her eyelid to flash a light across her pupil but her eyes were only half visible, still looking up towards the top of her head. Now that she had stopped shaking, Hen tried to listen to her heartbeat and put a blood pressure cuff on her arm.

"Buck…"

"I'm here baby, it's me." Reaching forward, Buck carefully slipped his hand into (Y/n)'s half-curled fist that felt tense and stiff and unusual to him but he knew he could feel her fingers trying to press against the back of his hand. It was enough to make his erratic heartbeat calm down and he brought her hand close enough so he could kiss the back of her hand before he pressed it against his chest.

"Her pulse is steady and her blood pressure isn't too low, she's stable enough. Get her on the stretcher, she needs an MRI."

"On three, Buck. One, two, three." Eddie slipped his hands beneath (Y/n)'s shoulders and Buck lifted her lower half and legs and they carefully laid her down on her back on the stretcher the paramedics wheeled over. She felt so tense and stiff like she was in rigamortis, Buck had never felt her so taut like that before and he hated it.

"I'll ride along with you," Hen patted Buck's shoulder nd glanced over at Bobby for confirmation. One nod of his head was all it took for Buck to shed his jacket which he handed to Eddie before he and Hen climbed in the ambulance.

"We'll meet you at the hospital,"

He wouldn't be able to focus on shift without being by her side and making sure she was alright and everybody knew and understood that.

"Buck, it hurts," (Y/n)'s words were slurred and she could barely keep her eyes open for long but he managed to make out what she said and it broke his heart.

He shuffled closer to the stretcher and brought her hand to rest against his cheek to let her know he was still here with her. He leaned his head to the side a little so he could kiss her wrist and he rubbed his other hand up and down her arm and shoulder to try and stimulate her and keep her awake with him.

"What hurts, baby?"

"My head." (Y/n) tried to lift her free hand to rub her temple but her limbs were so stiff she could barely curl her fingers to her palm.

"It's okay, the doctors will make you better, don't you worry baby. Just keep talking to me, eh? The team will come up and meet us at the hospital, they're all worried 'bout you."

"Stay with me," (Y/n) tried to smile and managed a half smile in Buck's direction and she tried to keep her eyes on him and his baby blue orbs that were staring down at her intently. She could feel his fingertips grazing up and down her skin and his wet lips pressing on her wrist like he was kissing her pulse and helping her heartbeat calm down.

"I ain't going anywhere, baby." Buck smiled down at her and he could feel himself slowly starting to calm down. Maybe this was just a one time thing, maybe she would just need her head checking out and some tablets and be perfectly fine. That was what he was hoping for. But when he looked down at her again, his smile started to fade. "What's wrong with her eyes?"

He glanced between Hen and (Y/n) until she carefully leaned over and pulled (Y/n)'s eyelid higher to get a better look. Both her eyes were trembling from left to right so rapidly it was making Buck's head hurt just from looking at them.

"Baby, talk to me… what's wrong?"

"She's having another seizure." Hen held her wrist and checked her vitals before she sat back down but kept close watch.

"But she…" Buck didn't know what he wanted to say. He'd never seen someone have a seizure like this. Sure, (Y/n) was tense again like her muscles were about to snap, but she wasn't shaking or spasming and her head wasn't moving. Nothing was moving apart from her eyes, he'd never seen anything like it but then again, the fire department didn't deal with seizures all too often.

This wasn't right.

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Buck's knee juttered up and down like he was a drummer hitting the bass beat over and over again and it caused his elbows to shake and his neck to strain. He had his shoulders hunched over, his elbows perched on his thighs and his entwined hands propping up his chin.

Something burned to life in his chest when the rest of the team came down to the waiting room to sit with him and wait for any news. He didn't have much of a family out here apart from Maddie who was currently still on shift, but the station had become his make shift family.

He almost clocked himself in the jaw when Eddie gently elbowed him and pointed over to the doctor who was fastly approaching them.

Panic was all Buck could feel and in a moment of desperation, he turned his head until his eyes locked on Bobby who got the silent plea. He advanced over to Buck, laid a hand on his shoulder and followed him to meet the doctor a few feet away from the rest of the team. If it was bad news Buck didn't want everyone else listening in, he wanted to hear it for himself first but he wanted Bobby there too. He was like his dad now and he needed that support.

"Is she okay?" Buck tucked his hands into his pockets to stop himself from scratching his arms to pieces out of nervous habit.

"The MRI showed she had a small bleed on the brain which we've managed to fix, the pressure caused the seizures."

Buck didn't know what to make of that, he wasn't one of the paramedics, sure he had the basic training. He could do CPR, he knew the basic recovery positions and he could help someone in respiratory distress, but this was beyond him.

"What caused the bleeding?" Bobby tightened his hand on Buck's shoulder, it mattered more to know why this happened than how they fixed it.

"We ran a few blood tests which showed her red blood cells were shredded, this is caused by a condition, TTP. It's brought on by pregnancy."

Buck's shoulders slumped and his mouth hung agape as he turned to look at Bobby as if for confirmation and reassurance that he was hearing this correctly. (Y/n) was pregnant. She never said anything to him or to anyone else, surely she couldn't have known about this either. He was going to be a dad. He was gonna have a baby.

"Is she- I- is she okay, though?"

"With medication and close monitoring she will be fine, you can go see her now. Congratulations."

In an instant, Buck had his arms around Bobby, reeling him in for a crushing hug and a breathless laugh before he reeled back and shot down the corridor. He had to go and see her right now, (Y/n) had to be the first person Buck talked to about this, she had to be the one to see his ecstatic face and feel how fast his heart was beating out of his chest at this news. He had to reassure himself (Y/n) was indeed alright after today, he couldn't get excited or relieved until he saw with his own eyes that she was alright.

"Baby," Buck could barely speak from how breathless he felt as he stumbled into (Y/n)'s room and his eyes set on her.

She was sat up in bed, her lips rolled together to supress a smile and tears drenching her exhausted features. He ignored the horrid look of the IV cannula in her hand and the white patch taped to the side of her head where he guessed they had managed to drain the bleed on her brain. All he could focus on was how she was trying to smile at him and just looking at her had his eyes watering.

(Y/n) couldn't help but giggle when Buck hazardly collapsed on the side of the bed and wound his arms tightly around her middle. She smiled when he nuzzled his face in the crook of her shoulder and kissed her neck while she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head.

"I- I was so worried,"

"I know… are you happy?" Deep down, (Y/n) already knew the answer to her question but she had to ask anyway, just to be sure. She could feel him laugh into her neck, unable to believe she even had to ask him that and his arms tightened around her until he was pulling her up and crushing her into his chest trying to stuff her into his heart.

"Happy, are you kidding? I'm gonna be a dad!"

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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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summary: you're being neglected by your-so-called-friends and james is there like he always is.

warnings: self-deprecation; self-isolating; descriptions of being left aside; talk about not feeling enough.

A/N: just words I needed to hear + poor writing (have you caught on that I'm in my james potter phase?) I also wanted to say that if any of you feel like that, you're amazing and you make a difference. don't let people diminish your value. you're loved and you matter.

w.c: 1.3K

pairing: james potter x gn!reader

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“you're quiet today,” james plots down on the couch by your side, the leather screeches as he leans closer to you just enough to respect your personal space.

“I am quiet,” you answer, still with your attention stuck to the parchment. you were finishing an assignment due next week. it's not like you had anything else better to do.

with a tilt of his head, he tries to peak over your shoulder, smiling softly as he caught a glimpse of your neat handwriting. he loved watching you do anything at all. it was therapeutic.

“you're more quiet than usual then,” james gives you a gentle smile. you had finally offered him your attention. “I didn't see you at lunch or at dinner.”

“I wasn't hungry.”

“I saw you in the kitchens, eating with the elves.”

your glare didn't refrain him from pushing.

“you're isolating yourself,” james says carefully. “why? did something happen?”

you survey his face, from the mole on the middle of his neck to his dirty glasses’ lenses. letting out a sigh, you pull them away from his face, minding the temples on his eyes.

james doesn't even flinch.

“I'm frustrated, that's all.” you said lowly, muttering a spell to clean off the blurred frames.

you place them back on his face, aware you were under his awed gaze.

“d'you want to talk about it?” he whispered after a while, slightly blushing that he'd been staring.

you shrug, going back to your homework.

james sighs, frustrated himself that he didn't have your full attention. that parchment was snatching all of it.

“did someone upset you? who do I need to hex?”

you let a giggle escape and his eyes soften. there you are.

“at least six people. are you up for it?” james raises an eyebrow and nods. you rest your quill down, pursuing your lips. “have you ever felt left out?”

james blinks at the sudden question. but taking a deeper look on your eyes and their red rimmed outline he was starting to figure you out a little. the issue must be the group you called friends.

“I have,” he admits, crossing his legs, knees bumping with yours. “when I was little. before coming to hogwarts.”

“what was it like?” you ask quietly but curious. you couldn't imagine james potter of all people feeling left out. he was the boy people looked at and thought I want to be with him or I want to be him. there was no in-between.

he fiddled with a ripped fabric in a spot on the couch, “it was hard for me to... make friends. my parents kept saying that I should just be myself but that didn't help me at all,” he let out a half-hearted laugh at the memory. “I was lonely, most of the time. before pete moved in next to me. then I felt for the first time that I didn't have to try to be someone I wasn't.”

“do they make you feel heard?” you refer to his real friends, now.

james casts you a look of understanding, “yes, they do. and they care. do you feel like that?” he knew you didn't. it hasn't been your first time with this kind of sadness on your features.

did you feel heard? seen? did your friends at least spared you their attention during conversations?

you pause.

“no.” you admit, ashamed. because now you could see. this wasn't how friends were supposed to treat you. talking over you, skipping your input as if it was nothing. forgetting you completely. just appearing when they need something. like the assignment you were finishing. one of them asked to take a look at it afterwards. let me know when you're done.

that's all you're remembered for.

“I think people just put up with me. at first, everything is perfect and they even pretend to listen to what I say but then... I don't know what happens, or what I do — if I knew I'd change it, believe me — but they either leave or just stop noticing I'm there, you know?”

you only realize you had spoken it out loud when james is taking your hand and bringing to his cheek. he does it whenever he feels you slipping away or when he wants you to look directly at him. you do. and he has conflicting emotions dancing in his amber orbs. a fire-like anger grazed with a lot of concern.

you feel like you could tell james anything. any time. he made you feel important. special, even. but sometimes, you think, maybe you should just stay quiet.

you speak too much. you overshare. you're annoying. everyone thinks you're boring and that's why you shouldn't speak up. you interrupt the smooth flow in a conversation.

just stay quiet.

“I don't see how someone would just stop noticing you. how is it even possible? you're amazing.” james intertwines your fingers and rests your joined hands against his cheek. “there's absolutely nothing you say that is insignificant. the opposite, really,” he adds, scooting closer as if he was about to tell you his darkest secret. “listen to me now, alright?” he waits for your response and you nod confused. “I don't put up with you. your company is what I look for every day, I love hearing the sound of your voice, I love the way you change your tone when you're speaking about something you cherish. but most of all, I love that you're you. nothing to alter, nothing to leave out.”

you blinked fast.

hearing the boy in front of you mend up a piece of your heart with those words was... not surprising at all. james had that kind of magic. he didn't need to say anything to make you feel better, just be there. but when he did use his words, it was like your favourite poetry penetrating your chest, brightening your cloudy day with a peak of sunlight.

james potter really is the sun.

“you mean it?” you prompt, still pathetically insecure. james, in all his patient-self, kisses your hand and then your cheek to prove a point.

a smile cracks your sad façade.

“you don't need people who don't realize your worth, they don't deserve you,” he says, frowning slightly. “besides, they treat you badly, I've seen it.”

“I just don't want to be alone.” you confess, looking down when you felt your throat close. “it's- it's stupid. but now I'm realizing being alone is better than being around them.”

james shook his head, “you're not alone. never. am I wearing my invisibility cloak now? you can't see me?” he says playfully, pretending to check if his body was visible. you push him slightly and he grins up at you.

“I'm here,” he says, squeezing your hand. “always.”

letting out a breath, you rest your forehead on his shoulder, “i know, james.”

his lips waver at the top of your head, fingers working their way up your arm. “come to the match tomorrow.” he requests.

you look up at him with crossed eyes because of your proximity, “gryffindor plays tomorrow?”

he flashes you a lopsided smile, bopping your nose, “yes. and when I fly through the stands I want to see you there. will I?”

you pretend to think it over and his grin drops. then you smile, kissing his cheek, “of course. I'll be there.”

sames rolls his eyes, “okay. I hope you mean that.”

“what don't I do for you, james potter?”

james threw all of his body weight on you, pulling you both towards the mattress with a huff. you squirmed, slapping his back, he didn't move, only laughed into your shoulder.

his triumph over putting a smile on your face couldn't be masked. making you happy was all that james cared about, and he'd make sure to keep doing that for as long as he was around.

A/N: I wish I had a james potter to cheer me up :(((

#reader insert #marauders fic #marauders era fanfiction #marauders x reader #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter x you #marauders imagine #james potter x gn!reader

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persephonewritessometimes · 5 months

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neon lights // hotch x reader

Summary: You can't control yourself and beg for Hotch to take you home.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (F) Reader

Word Count: 1391

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!, unprotected p in v, oral, pet names

Key: y/n = your name

AN: HELLO I'M ALIVE! Grad school has been kicking my ass, but I'm still trying to write as an escape. Currently working on the next chapter of MATD!

It’s not my fault. Really, it’s not my fault at all. It’s all Aaron’s fault for wearing dark jeans with a black button-up, the sleeves rolled up to show off his slutty forearms, the veins tracing his skin looking downright sinful in the low light of the bar. I haven’t even had one drink and I’m already ready to drag him out the back door to the left and have him fuck me up against the alley wall, but we’re with friends and I need to behave.

It’s like he has a sixth sense to know when I’m having pornographic thoughts. I was in the middle of imagining him face fucking me in the alley when I feel a finger under my chin pulling my face up to look at him. I look at him through my lashes and he chuckles, Rossi rolling his eyes at the interaction and jumping into Reid and Emily’s conversation.

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” He murmurs, searching my eyes.

“Nothing, sir,” I say, the honorific slipping too easily off my tongue, and I know I’m caught.

“Nothing? I don’t believe that. Your pupils are huge, your breathing has started to pick up, and you keep picking at your cuticles as a distraction technique. If my assumption is correct, you’re turned on right now. Are you turned on?” He asks, looking down at me, finger coming down to hook around the heart ring in my choker. I suck in a breath, and he pulls me closer with the finger in my choker. “Answer me, princess.”

“Yes, yes, I’m turned on. Can we go home and fuck please?” I ask and give him my best puppy dog eyes and he laughs.

“Since you asked so nicely, pretty girl, yes, we can go home and fuck.” We bid the team goodnight and walk out to his car. He opens the door for me and helps me inside, a swift kiss pressed to my cheek before he shuts the door and walks to the driver's side. He backs out swiftly, one hand coming to rest on my thigh. “I think that was a new record – you didn’t even make it an hour.” He says, thumb rubbing mindless circles into my thigh. I sigh, embarrassed, and he just shoots me a shit-eating grin. “I’m not complaining, princess, just making a joke.” He speeds the whole way home and I’m thankful that Jess is watching Jack this weekend. I wait patiently as Aaron parks the car, gets out, and comes and helps me out. As I walk inside the house, he gropes my ass and I giggle. I barely make it inside the house before he’s on me.

His lips crash against mine, stealing my breath and giving me life in the same second. He’s relentless, demanding control, and I yield to him. His hands come up to push my little tank top down my arms and torso, freeing my breasts. His hands cup them, squeezing just enough to border the line of pain and pleasure. I moan into his mouth, and I can feel him smile against my lips.

“Bedroom. Now.” He says in that low voice that makes my panties dampen and throw common sense out the window. I slip out of my shoes as I make my way back to the bedroom and start to shed what little clothing I have left. I can hear him doing the same behind me. I jump onto the bed, leaning back on my elbows to admire his naked form as he stalks towards me. I have no time to react as he grabs my ankles and yanks me further down the bed, so my ass is almost hanging off the edge. “Now, are you going to let me enjoy my dinner?” He asks, and I nod even before the last couple of words are out of his mouth. “Good girl.”

He runs his fingers up my slit, collecting my arousal before rubbing tight circles on my clit, my hips jump up, and he slides his other arm over them, holding me down as he plays with me. He’s lazily using his fingers, waiting for me to beg him to use his mouth. I last for a minute.

“Please, fuck, god, can you eat me out? Please?” He grins, before replacing his fingers with his tongue. I arch my back, hands immediately coming down to grip his dark hair. He alternates between circles around my clit and shallowly thrusting into my entrance. I let him go at his pace for a few minutes before I gasp out, “More, please. Please use your fingers.” He immediately obliges, sliding two fingers in and curling them to hit my g-spot, he puts pressure on it for a little bit, just thrusting his fingers inside of me at the right pace and my orgasm takes me by surprise, thighs clenching around his face. He sucks hard on my clit and helps me ride it out. I push him away, panting, and the sight of my arousal on his face has me clenching around nothing. “Get up here, please, fuck me, hard,” I say, grabbing his face as he pushes me up the bed and climbs in over me, resting on one of his elbows.

He wraps a hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before sliding it through my arousal, he rests the tip at my entrance and with his free hand, threads a finger through my choker, pulling lightly until my back is arched. He kisses my lips softly and starts to push inside, both of us breaking apart to watch him enter me. I let out a soft whimper, as I watch each inch of him slip inside of me. I’m always surprised that he can fit.

“Your pussy’s so wet for me.” He groans into my ear, and my pussy clenches in response. My body finally lets the rest of his length in with a wet squelch. “You hear that, pretty girl? Hear how wet your tight pussy gets for me? I’ve barely down anything to you and you're dripping down my cock.” My hands scrabble for purchase on his back as I process his dirty words. He’s not even moving, just still inside of me, eyes watching me carefully. I grow desperate for friction and hike my hips upward, trying to fuck myself on his cock. He chuckles, a low, dark sound. “Look at you. You’re pathetic. Can’t even wait a few seconds. Are you trying to get yourself off on my cock?” I nod. “Pitiful.”

His hand wraps around my throat as he shallowly thrusts. I feel my eyes start to close and he squeezes tighter.

“No, princess, keep those pretty eyes on me.” It takes all my effort to open my eyes and look at him. “That’s it, good girl. You’re my good girl.” My pussy clenches in response to his words. “Do you like being my good girl?”

“Yes, sir, please, sir, anything for you. I’ll always be your good girl.” He gives me a soft kiss, so at odds with the harsh way his hips have started to pick up, starting to properly fuck me into the mattress.

“You look so pretty like this. You look so pretty taking my cock.” His pace is punishing now, and I’m only getting wetter in response, leaking onto the bed as his cock pounds into me.

He hikes my legs up on his shoulders, my thighs pressing into his chest, and the new angle allows him to go even deeper, hitting that spot inside of me every time.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I love being inside of you.”

I’m overwhelmed, senses heightened, and narrowed down to the feeling of him pumping in and out of me. He picks up the pace again, and I scream, the pressure building to an inescapable height.

“You can take it, baby.” And that’s all it takes his voice, and I’m hurtling over the edge, panting like a bitch in heat in between my moans. “There you go.” He follows soon after and I can feel him paint my walls. He helps me get my legs off his shoulders, slipping out of me and crawling into bed beside me. He kisses my temple as I come down from my high.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x y/n #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch fanfiction #hotchner

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baby-alien11 · 1 year

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Dinner with the Ulrich family (Y/N Ulrich universe)

My requests are open btw (unfortunately for many of you, I won't write smut for Jack for the simple fact that I'm three soon to be four years older than him and I would be uncomfortable writting that for him, there are enough people sexualising him on tik tok which is wrong because he turned eighteen like a few months ago)

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @aonungsgirlfriend @ethanlandryluver

Lately, things have been bussy in Jack's life because of the new fame he gainned for Avatar and Scream VI, making him a little tired because of the interviews and next projects to film, so in a week when he didn't had any compromises he decided to spend a day with you in your house (of course after going to the gym), and Butters was also there

During most part of the day, the two of you spend time in your room watching movies and sleeping, with Butters and baby dragon Jake between you to, the only times when both of you leave the bedroom was to go to the bathroom or to eat when Skeet called you

That was until the middle of "Hamilton", when Skeet openned the door, with the sight of the two of you laying in your bed with Butters sleeping in one of your pillows

"Kids, time to get up", Skeet said turning the lights on, "Dinner's ready"

"Can we go when we reach the final of the first act?", you asked with sweetness, "It's only one song left"

"You can finish it later", Skeet responded, "Come on, the food is going to get cold"

Sighing in defeat, you and Jack got up from your bed to walk downstairs with Butters following close

At first you only were expecting a small dinner between you, your dad, Jack (and Butters), so you were surprised and happy to see two blond heads in the dinning room

"What are you doing here?", you smiled hugging your older siblings

"Dad said he needed help with the two tornados in his house", Naiia joked

"The champ!", Jakob exclaimed hugging Jack

"Hey man", Jack answered with a smile

After setting the table with the plates and drinks for everyone and serving Butters food, the five of you sit at the table to eat the chinese food that the twins had bought

"So, how was everyones day?", Jakob asked

"Surprisingly, chill", Skeet responded causing you and Jack to look at him with offense

"Wait, the two tornados haven't done a dissaster?", Naiia said in shock

"Today they are chill, so I got to talk with my agent about going to the MEGACON with a little Scream reunion", Skeet revealed causing big smiles on everyone

"That's awesome", Jack exclaimed

"Who's going?", you asked

"Neve, Matthew and Jamie", Skeet answered

"The OG's", Jakob joked, "So, I have a question about that, is Stu really dead?"

"Jack", you said turning to look at your boyfriend, "Ethan also had a TV falling into his head, what do you think about Stu's fate?"

"If Ethan is dead after that, also Stu", Jack shrugged

"Yeah, but Ethan was stabbed like a million times, Stu not so much", Naiia replied, "He could be alive, with scars and in a mental facility"

"Just like in the Tik Tok theories", you exclaimed

"What if we call uncle Matthew and ask him?", Skeet interrupted taking out his phone

Putting the phone on speaker, it was only a few seconds of the ringtone when he answered

"What's up Skeet?", Matthew greeted from the other side

"Hey man", Skeet greeted, "My kids want to ask you something"

"Hi, uncle Matthew", you speak due to being the "baby" of the family, "We were having a debate about the first Scream, is Stu alive?"

Instead of an answer, the only thing that was heard after the question was the sound of the call ending

"He hang up on us", Naiia pointed

"So rude", Jakob commented, "Anyways, Jack, how's everything?"

"Crazy", Jack admited with honesty, "That's the word to describe everything that is happening"

"Including the Ethan defenders?", you joked feeling how Butters jumped into your lap, "He was at econ, I know, trust me"

"That is actually fun", Jack laughed

"Believe me kid, you are going to have a lot of that", Skeet joked

"Yeah, it's not cool to see thirst traps of Billy Loomis in my for you page", Naiia murmured

"Oh my god, I thought I was the only one", you sighed

"What?", Skeet exclaimed in confusion

"It's for the scream tag", Jakob explained

"There a lot of videos dedicated to every character", Jack continued, "Including the theories, rankings and so much more"

"Welcome to Gen-Z, dad", Naiia joked

While the four of you laughed at that comment, Skeet only smiled at the sight of his four kids (including Jack) having fun

#jack champion imagine #jack champion x you #jack champion scream #jack champion x reader #jack champion #y/n ulrich universe #skeet ulrich #jack champion fanfic

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yandereloversblog · 2 years

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Since requests are open... a darling who makes the bonten gang (not with takeomi and mochi) a bento because they have nothing to do at home all day (reader doesn't know their yandere tendencies) you can end it with yandere or make it more fluffy whatever you prefer

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝙷𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘'𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 [?]

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎-𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Didn't this arc last for 4 chapters why are we so obsessed with it 💀 also I assume you mean reader doesn't know anything about this dangerous lifestyle of theirs too... Which is really hard to miss- Considering this is my first time writing for Bonten -don't judge- I made it longer than usual to test the waters.

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Living with Mikey was weird, to you at least. The ivory haired male sometimes seemed rather frail because of his apperance, not sleeping or eating anything other than his prefered sweets, yet his presence weighed tons on the crowd when you first met him, next thing you knew you had accepted to be his lover after just a week or two of being pursued.

Maybe you were scared to say no, or curious to see what's next, with either answer it was clear that you had gotten attached to Mikey after a few months of living with him. So to watch your supposed boyfriend not even eat anything? A disgrace-

'He probably won't eat much dinner tonight as well.' You sighed, Mikey always made sure to get home for dinner and eat with you, but in the end it's always you eating and him staring at you.

He sometimes sent one of his close executives to pick you up or came to personally check on you at random times of the day, sometimes with a warning and sometimes not. Today he had warned you.

"What are you doing angel...?" As silent as ever, Mikey had managed to get inside the house without you even noticing "Ah, you're right on time!" Your smile caused Mikey's expression to soften, approaching closer to you without another word, still waiting for his question to be answered "I made you a bento! I'm really glad you make it a mission to eat dinner with me everynight but I've never seen you eat a proper lunch other than those sweets so I decided to make you one to eat at work!" He'd stare at the packet lunch for a few seconds before nodding "Thanks, I'll take it." At the approval you left the box on the counter, happy Mikey was willing to at least give it a try.

You could never tell what Mikey is thinking, but you considered it a victory when he showed a small smile at your gift "If you like it, I'll make one for you everyday. I don't have anything else to do after all." A soft sigh escaped your lips, a few seconds later you felt Mikey's arm wrap around your torso as he laid his head on your shoulder "Just relax, have fun and don't get hurt. That's all I want." You blinked in surprise at his words before hugging him back, a smile on your face "I only have fun when you're around Manjiro, you know that!~"

Although your tone was playful Mikey knew it was true.

Trapping you seems to have been easier than he thought, amusing, adorable even. Mikey remembered the first time he saw you, waiting at a red light in the middle of the day as he looked out of the window and his dark emotionless eyes laid upon you.

"Sanzu..." With one word and a point at your direction, immediately having the pink haired male at attention "I want them." You were then living with him. Luckily he didn't need to force you.

Wherever you wanted to go Mikey would take you, whatever you wanted Mikey would give it to you, glued to your hip as soon as he was out of work.

Mikey expected you to cry and kick away at him when you would find out, but you still remained none the wiser for your own good and for his sanity.

'How long will it take for this to stop?'

As you moved the hug to a cuddle session on the couch Mikey had to wonder when you would stop looking at him with such a sweet and happy smile, your presence was enough to keep him alive for now but the feared leader of Bonten knew he'd either hurt you or himself if you came to suddenly hate him 'I won't let them...' Your hand gently patted his head as you hugged 'I won't let them leave me...' Mikey nuzzled closer towards you, trying not to crush you to him and hurt you this early on.

'If they try... I'll break them down and build them up again.'

Your simple lovely action caused Sanzu to nearly have a -good- heart attack today, seeing his king eating anything else other than dorayaki while he had to take care of today's scraps was a moment that he needed to write down Bonten's history book, not to mention the cute looking bento box as opposed to the dirty and filthy place the slaughterhouse was. Luckily for Mikey you had given him smaller portions to not waste anything, and by the end of the session he was finished, none of the blood or guts on the floor disgusting him from the meal.

A small smirk tugged on the ivory haired male's face, a possessive glint flashing across his otherwise emotionless eyes as he stared at the empty box, obsessive thoughts playing around in his head about your future, everything was going perfectly.

"I need to tell [Y/N]-chin to make me one everyday~"

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

Sanzu had some... Really strange habits to say the least. When you first met the pink haired male, he was sitting and leaning on the wall in an alleyway, seemingly tired, and he was all bloody too, so against your better judgement you helped him by gently wiping the blood away and hastily asking if he needed to be taken to the hospital.

Sanzu the entire time was looking at you like you called him every vile insult in the planet while shotting his dog, he then proceeded to call you an idiot, got up and left.

Only to find you a few days later with some gift as an "apology" because he never said sorry, then a few more days passed and Sanzu found you again, doesn't matter if you were at your job, moved houses or completely went to another city, you always had the familiar pink haired male trailing behind you and arriving with a gift, sometimes blaming you that you were trying to run away. Slowly you got used to Sanzu coming around even more and despite his harsh attitude you accepted dating him -maybe because you found his cocky attitude entertaining-

'And now I'm here... So out of place too.' You thought to yourself with a soft sigh, Sanzu was usually gone days at a time, not that you thought he was cheating on you when he literally sent you dozens of texts every hour, including calls 'A bodyguard surely does get paid nicely...' You still weren't used to how out of place you were in the luxurious penthouse, a show playing in the background as you were texting with Sanzu again, taking notice when he said he hadn't eaten anything for lunch yet and was using that time to come see you.

Unknowingly, you had dropped Sanzu's mood when you suddenly stopped replying, the pink haired male was glaring at his clutched phone while swiftly going to your shared apartment, did you really just leave him on read!?

"The fucking NERVE-"

The grin on his face twitched, a vein popping in his forehead when you didn't return his call either. No- this was Sanzu's fault for being too lenient with you, he even had to sober up more than usual to keep the sane act around you because it was amusing to see someone treat him like a normal fucking human being yet it just irked him "I might actually fucking drop it today! Why not!? If they're being such a fucking brat about it!"

And whatever he claimed was thrown to the bin once he saw you again in the kitchen, a small smile on your face while holding something "Oi! I told you to always return my texts and calls!" Yet the scarred man marched over to you, his droppy eyes glaring as he pinched your cheek to annoy you.

Sanzu glanced at the used kitchen appliance while still punishing your cheek "If you were hungry you should've just fucking told me and I'd buy something on the way." Sanzu growled, even actually barring his teeth once you gently slapped his hand that was still pinching your cheek away "This isn't for me. I made it for you Haru, to eat at least something as lunch since you haven't eaten anything today, I know you skipped breakfast too."

He stared at you, any hint of malice gone "I knew you wouldn't listen to me if I told you to stop and eat so I just made it for you to take to work instead, eat it when you're free." He blinked at seeing your smile, his cheeks heating up to match the color of his hair and a mere cough left his throat as he looked away to try and collect himself.

"And why would I take it...?" The scarred man scoffed and challenged, a little flustered at your action. You gave him a knowing stare at the attitude "... Fine then, I'll eat it myself-"

"Fucking give it here." Sanzu hissed and snatched the bento box from you, a protective glare on his pretty face which heated up to a red flush once you laughed at his action "If you don't quit laughing I'll cut your tongue off!" Sanzu threatened with a harsher glare, only for you to grin "Ehhh?~ But you love kissing me with it don't you Haru?" Your words brought Sanzu to a halt, he placed the box in the kitchen counter before turning to you, swiftly grabbing at your jaw and wrist "Right~ thanks for reminding me why I actually came to see you~" You coiled back at the almost crazed grin Sanzu had in his eyes, not letting you get a word in as he leaned down to kiss you.

Yes, Sanzu came at you at random times of the day just to get a kiss or hug in, or more if he had time. It was the only thing that funnily enough replaced his drugs, your intoxicating touch was more than enough to leave him satisfied but wanting more, how stupid had you been to help him that day when the blood wasn't even his?

"Hehe~ [Y/N]~" Which in turn made his colleagues despise him even more, they had to listen to a drugged up Sanzu talk about you whenever they weren't working on anything "Just eat it and fuck off already." Rindou shot him an annoyed glare.

Sanzu really liked rubbing it in their face, you made him a bento today, combined with his drugged up state of obsession it was hell "You jealous?~" Sanzu grinned at him, pupils small and shaking as he didn't even have to look before stabbing a piece of meat and eating it "[Y/N]'s so cute~ so stupid~ I'm REALLY gonna lock them up sooner or later~ never let them out again~" Sanzu laughed happily, face red by this point at the thought of your terrified figure "Isn't thay what you're already doing?" Ran questioned with a sigh, finding it amusing yet tiring to deal with Sanzu's obsessive tendencies.

"Right right~ but I wanna bring them soooo high up then crash it all back down when I lock them away for good~ Seeing their shocked and scared expression would feel so good~"

-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran was a charming man, that's what you thought of him when he accidentally bumped into you, so you didn't understand, when he could have literally any person in the world, he chose to pursue you. And boy was he persistent- but not in a bad way, more like he was patient until you comfortably opened up to the idea of dating him.

"I would've loved this a lot more if he didn't have so many rules for me to follow." You sighed softly, knowing Ran's long list of mental rules was just getting longer as you progressed the relationship, from moving in with him, to only wearing the clothes he bought you and one of them being to not eat without him.

'At this point I'll starve.' You knew Ran came back home early in the morning from a business trip, after giving you a short kiss, in typical Ran fashion he pulled you to bed to cuddle and got knocked out to sleep.

You knew better than to wake up a sleeping Ran Haitani and get him upset at you. Rindou taught you well.

So you skipped breakfast since he wouldn't let go of you, now you were going to miss lunch because Ran needed to leave for work right then.

Luckily for you the purple haired male had given you enough space to escape when he turned in his sleep and you took it. You grumbled softly to yourself while scrolling down the posts online, a bento making video catching your attention 'Oh... Loophole~' It was a fact that Ran liked surprising you with sweet and romantic gifts, maybe you could be the one to give him something this time.

'I need to make it as fast as I can. Ran will wake up soon.' The older Haitani took a while to get his apperance in order so that gave you a few extra minutes, but once Ran realizes you weren't in bed with him it means he'll just get down faster 'Why do I like this man???' You cried internally to yourself, starting to prepare the bento just like how the video explained it, you were purposely ignoring every red flag Ran threw at you.

"Hey love, what are you doing?" You took a deep breath before exhaling softly and turning to look at him, a smile on your face while answering "Cooking." Ran gave you a long stare before smiling helplessly as he approached you, gently cupping your face and leaning down to kiss your forehead "Unfortunately, I can't eat lunch with you today darling."

You tried not to frown at the indirect way of being told there wouldn't be any food for you today either but you shook your head "It's not for me." You leaned away from your boyfriend and gestured to the bento box "I made it for you, I know you were probably hungry from working like that all night and skipping lunch so maybe you can take it to work."

Ran blinked in surprise once you smiled at him so sweetly "Don't worry, I made sure to pick your favorite food." He glanced at the bento, Ran had grown accustomed to how his chest would warm up when it came to you but this took it to another level.

Hook, line and sinker.

'... Victory~' You cheered internally to yourself when Ran's features noticeably softened "I even made a heart~ I'll pack it up soon to not delay you further." Against his better judgement Ran let go of you so you could finish whatever he interrupted, never letting his eyes wander off your form.

"Hmm I wonder... Did you make this so you can also eat something?~" Ran hummed with the usual whimsical smile as he took the packed bento box from your hands, now one would expect someone in your position to play it safe, play into Ran's rules and try not to get him upset.

But in your case: You didn't know of his place as a Bonten executive.

"... Can I?" The purple haired male had to laugh when you gave him the puppy dog eyes and a pout, your honesty was something he greatly appreciated "Alright but just this once." Ran chuckled and leaned down to give your lips one last kiss "... You won't always miss lunch with me now just to get me to make you a bento right?" You questioned him with an awkward smile once he pulled away, a huff slipping past your lips at the familiar teasing smile on Ran's face.

"Maybe I'll stop teasing you so much when we get married." He laughed playfully and left you a confused and flustered mess "M-married??" You thought to yourself in shock.

"So, is my future sister/brother/sibling-in-law going to make me one too or is this another privilege only you can have?" Rindou frowned, his elbow on the table and face resting on his hand as he stared at his older brother who very much came to show off what you did.

"Aren't they cute?~ Already playing the loving spouse they're meant to be. And yeah only I'll get these." Ran grinned while showing Rindou every bite before he took it, boasting to the only person who would stand there and hear him.

"I mentioned marriage today and they got all flustered, so dumb and adorable am I right?" Rindou didn't mind you joining the family, nobody in Bonten did, what they minded though was Ran's constantly talking about you, especially when he put cameras in the house and monitored everything you did to make sure you followed the rules.

Rindou scoffed, rolling his eyes when Ran gave another comment as he stared at you from the laptop "Yeah and you're out here killing their family and everyone they knew." Ran paused for a moment before giving his little brother the usual smirk "Can't be too lenient with them Rin, it's just a precaution in case they ever decide to leave me."

Ran gave out a very soft laugh as he finished the last bit of the meal, eyes glued to the screen.

"They'll learn the hard way they can't live without me, but I might let their leash just a little loose if they keep up with these cute actions~"

-> 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

You got along with Rindou's older brother for the sole purpose that you both have fun teasing the younger Haitani, you were one of the very few people that could tease and take a jab at Rindou then be left alive to tell the story.

And pretty soon you came to the realization that Rindou had your affection as his sole weakness.

Sure, Rindou could take surprise hugs and kisses, returning them back gladly -and much more forcefully- and he's the one who usually gives them first but romantic gestures? He turns red.

The first time you found out was because of boredom.

Scrolling down tiktok until you stumbled across one where the wife was making her husband a bento box, a single thought in your head 'Wonder how Rindou will react to this.' You stood up from the bed, walked out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen, calling your boyfriend before you began.

"Hey babe, what's up?" Rindou answered instantly, muffled voices being heard close by "Are you busy?" You asked, hoping he didn't have much to do. After a few seconds of nothing but silence, you assume he muted the call, Rindou talked to you again "No not really, why, what happened?" You giggled softly at the concern in his voice, Rin really worries about you.

"Can you come back? I need to show you something." You grinned to yourself while carefully, making sure the hot oil didn't jump to hit your skin "Better be something important or I'll make you sleep on the couch tonight." Rindou's threat caused you to laugh "Like you won't join me in the couch, last I checked you can't sleep without me~" You teased playfully, snickered further when he hung up the phone.

Unfortunately for Sanzu's fun, Rindou had to shoot the targets way earlier than expected while in the call with you, he ignored the scolding from the loyal dog of Bonten and quickly got in his car, trying to act annoyed but deep down the dual haired male couldn't help the curiosity and excitement that bloomed in his chest, what did you have to show him? Did you just want a kiss and hug? Or you were actually in danger?

So when he arrived to your shared penthouse and saw you in the kitchen, some utensils and products still in display he had to sigh "Babe if you wanted to eat together you could've just told me and I'd take you out." Rindou huffed, lightly glaring at you but there wasn't any heat behind it, he'll gladly eat your food "You already promised to take me to dinner tonight so no."

You playfully rolled your eyes before showing him the wrapped up bento box "... What is that?" He looked at you in confusion.

"It's a bento box Rinrin, I made it for you to eat at lunch." You showed the male a closed eye smile "Besides, you mentioned you don't have time for lunch because of paperwork so maybe this is a good alternative..." When you looked back at Rin you were met with his flushed red face.

And then it clicked "Do you like it that much?~" You playfully grinned as Rindou tried to come up with excuses "No it's just too hot in here! I will take the bento- but you need to turn on the air conditioner for fucks sake!" He quickly snatched the packed meal from your hold with a whisper in the middle of the sentence, staring to the side as you continued to tease him.

He then gave you a glare before reaching up and grabbing your jaw, keeping you still before leaning down and kissing you, you flinched in surprise at the sudden intensity "R-rin-" You whined in shock but the other just wasn't letting off.

Sure, you found a new way to tease Rindou but whenever it got too much your boyfriend had an animalistic glint flash in his eyes, deciding to tease you back in the way he knew best.

And whenever Rindou was so close you couldn't help but wonder why he smelled so much like blood. Rindou enjoyed at the gap in your physical abilities as well as knowledge.

'Wonder how much longer am I going to have to play this game?' The dual haired male thought to himself as he stared at you after pulling from the kiss, if you actually knew about his line of work would you be more scared? Angry? Hateful towards him.

'... I'll just have to break their legs so they won't get away.' It was an easy solution, just how a sudden kiss like that made you quiet down.

"Aww look at you two~ already acting like a married couple." Unfortunately Rindou hasn't found any way to get rid of his older brother, so for now he has to take the teasing.

"Is that why you ruined my fun!? Over a fucking shitty lunch!?" Sanzu's voice and word snapped something within Rin, without even looking where he was aiming the purple haired man lifted his gun and pulled the trigger "Tch, I missed." He huffed in annoyance once he didn't hear a body fall to the floor.

"Yeah, cuz you have shitty aim." Sanzu replied, not even flinching when the bullet zipped past him and to the wall "Just finish that bullshit and let's go or I'll leave without you."

Rindou gave Sanzu and annoyed glare as he continued eating the food you made him "You will really kill him one day you know." Ran snickered playfully next to his brother, attempting to grab some of the food but just got his hand slapped away much to Ran's amusement.

"And? So what?" Rindou replied back with a snarl, eyes narrow into a glare, remembering the feel of your lips from earlier he lightly ran his own tongue against his bottom lip.

"Only I get to insult and do whatever I want with [Y/N]. Everything they do should be for me only, they should only spend their time with me. I'll chain them up to the bed if I have to."

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢

You worked at an expensive restaurant Koko liked to visit when he needed a quick snack or a meeting with someone, having caught his attention after you served him a few times. The white haired male always took up your time to talk to you rather than just tell you his order, which thankfully your superior didn't scold you for, almost as if wanting to please Koko came first.

But now after the man had charmed you into accepting a date... Then another date... Then a serious relationship -after you got fired from your job- you were in a dilemma.

It was a fact Koko loved spoiling you with gifts, anything you wanted or as much as glanced at with interest was yours within seconds.

Not to mention every extravagant present he gave you after arriving back from a business trip. Every single diamond and whatnot kept adding to your guilt of not being able to give him something in return, especially after not being able to get a job anywhere else.

'So now I decided to play housewife/househusband/the loving spouse? It really is pathetic.' You sigh to yourself while carefully turning the meat, you knew Koko gave you these gifts because he loved you and didn't want anything in return but you weren't about to just stand there and do nothing about it.

"[Y/N]? What are you doing?" Soon enough you heard Koko's voice, arms wrapping around your waist from behind "Did you pick up another hobby?" You turned to smile at him, and once seeing your face so close Koko couldn't help but to gently peck at your lips "I guess something like that... Do you have any important meeting during lunch today?"

"Hmm... No, none that I've been informed of or that I need to be present for, why do you ask? Do you want to go somewhere?" Koko let go of you, already taking his phone out to check his schedule more thoroughly and possibly delay some smaller meetings to make more time "No! No, none of that! I just... Um..." You quickly exclaimed, a nervous lump forming in your throat when he looked back at you in confusion.

"Well... I decided to make a bento for you to eat at lunch today... So I was just trying to make sure you didn't have any meetings or needed to have lunch with someone." You tried explaining as best, going back to preparing the food despite feeling Koko's eyes glued to you "You're really... Selfless when it comes to me so I wanted to at least do someth-"

"You're so cute~ me? Selfless?" But he interrupted you, walking closer until your bodies were touching and kissed your hair "Nobody has ever complimented me like that before, that's a first~" Koko chuckled when seeing your pout "Well you are! So I'm gonna make the best fucking lunch I can and re-"

"If you want me to be more selfish~" Koko cupped your face, cutting you off once again before tilting his head towards the lunch "Make me this everyday." He all but demanded and the look in his eyes made you flinch "More kisses, hugs, affection." Kokonoi narrowed his eyes at you before smiling "Basically let me get as close as I want~ I really love you and don't know how to show it besides giving you gift, but if you let me do whatever..."

Koko didn't finish, and you began feeling a little uncomfortable but remembered back to all that he's done for you "... Okay, Hajime okay." You gave in, relief washing over you when Koko's usual grin returned to his face as he gave you another hug, patting your head and nuzzling onto your neck "Good girl~"

"Hey... I'm also doing this because I love you you know..." You softly whispered to Koko, feeling him flinch against your body before nodding "Yeah, I know... I love you too..." Too much for your own good.

Soon after he left the penthouse Koko sat in the spacious backseat of the car as someone drove him to his destination, the tinted windows made sure nobody saw what was happening inside. The white haired male stared at the packed lunch you had made him "I should keep it in a freezer as a memory..." It wasn't strange that he kept a collection of your stuff ever since he got interested in you, but this particular lunch kept angering Koko yet he loved how you took the time to make him something.

Did you want to repay him back and escape? He couldn't even let you finish your words when he heard them.

"Repay me back? Fucking... Don't make me laugh." Kokonoi scoffed in annoyance, leaning back on the seat. He wanted to throw it out but YOU also made it for him for romantic intentions "You're just suppose to sit there like a doll and let me do what I want... Selfless? Yeah right." Koko all but laughed when you called him that, if only you knew he was the one to get you fired you from your job with just a phone call.

All your family and friends were paid off to never contact you again, he made sure no other place would hire you to work for them, cutting you off completely so you could rely on him financially and for affection.

"Then again, I don't mind if they feel indebted to me, it's a fun game." A cruel smirk appeared on Kokonoi's face, seeing you full of guilt as you try to pay him back your entire life, but that's only if you remained clueless of his actual intentions. He could just seep in more of his actual desires as you progress your relationship right? Guilt you into staying with him forever.

"They can either accept everything I give them and be my pretty little doll or spend the rest of their life paying me back with their love, body and soul."

-> 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

Kakucho didn't speak much, he liked to express himself through actions, getting you gifts, reassuring you with hugs, soft kisses, no wonder you fell for the scarred man so quickly, he was so serious yet so sweet when it came to you. Almost putty in your hands even.

Ever so protective over your safety, when someone broke into your house and you called him for help Kakucho all but demanded you move and live with him, the worry in his voice and concern in his face convinced you immediately to pack your stuff- man even carried your luggage the entire time.

"Something I want?" Kakucho looked up from his breakfast and to you, confused "You've just done so much for me, Kaku-chan, is there anything you want me to do? Anything?" You asked more so in curiosity.

Kakucho gave you a long serious stare, you stared back with the same small smile. He looked back down to the breakfast and his lips tugged into a small smile.

"Waking up with you everyday, eating breakfast, going on dates... Hearing you say you love me... It's all I want." Kakucho looked back at you with that soft smile and your heart warmed up at the sight and words.

"Dude I love you so much..."

"Did you really just call your boyfriend dude?" Kakucho laughed in amusement, continuing to eat the food you both prepared in the morning "... Maybe marriage and a few kids along the line." He softly whispered after a few seconds.

"... At this point I'll marry you now." You sighed in content only to see Kakucho look at you in shock, his face heated up to a soft pink and he got serious again, immediately finishing his breakfast and standing up "I'll go buy you a few rings right now-"

"Wait Kakucho- no-"

'Maybe it was for the best.' You thought to yourself, reminding yourself of the failed attempt at trying to stop Kakucho from going to buy rings so you could choose your favorite "He clearly wants some sort of domestic life huh..." You mumbled to yourself as heat rose up in your face, maybe making a bento for him would be the right move for now.

"[Y/N]! I'm back!" Kakucho immediately announced as soon as he entered through the door "I got a call from Sanzu and need to leave for work early so can you decide on the rings yourself... For now..." Kakucho placed the branded bags of jewelry down on the coffee table before walking to the kitchen when he didn't see you in the living room.

"What are you doing angel?" Kakucho asked, were you still hungry? He should've gotten food on the way- "Since... You wanna get married and all, maybe I can make you bentos like these for lunch... I do work from home so I have the time anyways." You answered bashfully, you didn't expect the sudden hug from Kakucho.

Tight and secure... Too tight, almost like he didn't want to let you go.

"I love you so much..." You flinched in surprise, carefully hugging him back "I love you too..." You whispered back, the hug was starting to get suffocating.

Then Kakucho finally let go, showing the ever so gentle smile gracing his face "You don't have to make it for me everyday if you don't want to." But then again he just couldn't help but to reassure you like the loving boyfriend he is, tugging at your heartstrings and making you repeat you were doing this because you loved him.

"My sweet little angel..." Kakucho couldn't help but to mumble, remind himself of you after he was left alone at lunch, clearing his schedule just to complete that sweet little activity you set out for him.

His stare on the box never broke, a possessive glint flashing through his eyes "They made it for me..." A sigh of content. Truly when he had broken into your house just to get a glimpse of you he didn't expect you to be awake. Yet what Kakucho also didn't expect was for you to call him immediatly after and seek help.

"That is true... They should only seek help from me and depend on me..." His expression was blank, mismatched eyes narrowing as a smirk tugged up his lips, you were so sweet to him, as long as Kakucho never let you see the dirty side of his job as Bonten's number 3 then you'll continue to behave properly like this "Love me... Love only me." Kakucho finally had a light to cling onto in his dark world.

"They're such an angel... I... I have no choice but to clip their wings and make sure they stay in hell with me, I won't let them go no matter what."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere bonten #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokrev #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano #yandere sanzu #yandere ran haitani #yandere rindou haitani #yandere kokonoi #yandere kakucho

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Murder Next Door || Part 1

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: When one of Jay’s neighbours is found dead, both he and Y/N find themselves right smack in the middle of what could turn out to be a very dangerous situation.

Word Count: 2,689

Tags/Warnings: canon-typical mentions of murder, blood, idiots-in-love

A/N: So this is another one of those "Resa's brain is at it again" but it got a little... long HAHA. So I'm splitting it into parts. I'm not sure how many parts there will be yet, so we'll see!

MINI SERIES MASTERLIST || JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

Part 2

You pulled your jacket tighter around you, ducking into the apartment building quickly to get out of the wind. Winters in Chicago were seriously brutal.

As you turned to close the door behind you, the door was stopped with a forceful bang as someone put his hand against the glass to stop it, the sound making you jump.

You exhaled, blinking back at the person.

He had a black cap on, almost covering his eyes, his scarf was pulled up almost to his nose, and his other hand was jammed tight into his pocket.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Cold night, didn’t wanna have to dig around for my keys.” His voice was smooth and clipped.

You didn’t say anything, just gave a small polite smile before you headed back up. By the time you crossed the threshold into Jay’s apartment, the encounter had already been forgotten, your eyes falling on the pizza boxes on the table.

“Finally. I’m starving.” Jay complained, his head already leaning on the back of his couch as he angled his head to look at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Sorry, the meeting took a lot longer than I expected.”

Jay just pulled himself off the couch and headed towards the table.

“I was supposed to pay for dinner.” You told him, glancing up to look straight at him.

Jay rolled his eyes. “Just shut up and eat.” He answered, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite off it.

You’d been crashing at Jay’s apartment for a while, partly because he had a spare room and partly because he’d found out about the problem with your previous apartment and had bullied you into staying.

But you also knew the real reason why you’d been hesitant to move in.

Maybe things would have been much easier if you weren’t in love with your best friend. But it wasn’t like you had much of a choice in the matter. You’d almost called Will instead, since you'd known the brothers forever, but you felt like you’d be encroaching too much on Will’s space considering he only had the one bedroom he slept in.

So you found yourself here, sitting across from Jay, munching on pizza that he hadn’t even let you pay for considering you were freeloading at his house.

“What?”Jay asked, his eyes narrowing at you.

You shrugged. “Thinking of a gift, plotting your murder, you’ll never know Halstead.”

Jay rolled his eyes and you laughed, hiding everything else behind it. Just another normal night with your best friend.

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache.

Your first instinct was to blame Jay for the extra bottle of beer he’d handed to you the previous night, but when you sat up and swung your legs off the bed, logic found its way to you and you knew two bottles of beer would definitely not give you a hangover.

Trying to ignore the pounding, you got up to go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

The house was quiet, which meant Jay had already left, so you pulled open the drawer, grimacing when you realized you’d forgotten to refill the aspirin.

With a sigh, you closed the drawer again. The pounding had somewhat subsided but not totally. You were glad that at least you didn’t have any meetings today. Today was supposed to be writing day which worked out because you could take things at your own pace.

Throwing on some clothes that were a bit more decent, you headed for the door, locking Jay’s door behind you before you froze.

“Jay?”

Jay was standing about two doors down, next to Kevin, looking into his neighbor's house with that expression you called his detective face. That’s when you saw the yellow crime scene tape right across the doorway and registered that Jay had his police vest on.

“Y/N, I didn’t think you were still…” Jay paused when he turned to look at you. “You okay?”

You shook your head. “Migraine, I think. But we’re out of aspirin. I’m just gonna…” You pointed.

Kevin gave Jay a nod and he stepped towards you. “Bad?” He put his hand on your forehead gently and you were acutely aware that Kevin was watching.

“No fever. Do you want me to make the run?” Jay asked, keeping his voice low.

“Detective Halstead, focus.” You teased gently, trying to hide the fact that your heartbeat had picked up. “What are you doing here? Everything okay?”

Jay glanced behind him. “Yeah, we need to interview everyone on the floor anyway so why don’t you go back in and I’ll be in shortly.”

“Can you interview me?” You asked, an eyebrow raising.

Jay let out a short laugh. “You’re a witness, Y/N. Not a suspect. Get back in there, and lie down. I’ll be right there.”

You rolled your eyes at him for fussing over a migraine but you were also secretly glad you didn’t have to go all the way to the store.

By the time Jay came back into his apartment, you were sprawled on the couch and definitely in need of that aspirin.

You heard Jay bustle into his own kitchen before he pressed the pill in one hand and then handed you the glass of water.

You felt the liquid trickle down your throat, bringing the aspirin tablet with it, before you glanced back up at him.

Jay frowned. “You didn’t have that much to drink last night. Should I be worried?”

You would have rolled your eyes if not for the splitting headache.

“I’m fine.” You said, propping yourself upwards. “So what’s going on?”

Jay’s expression took a heavier look now as he sat himself on his coffee table so he was facing you directly.

“The house two doors down? Did you know her?”

You glanced up at him, your eyebrows bunching together in confusion. “The blonde girl?”

Jay nodded.

You raised an eyebrow now. “She’s your neighbor, Jay.” You paused but when he didn’t say anything you went on. “I met her a few times around... You know, like in the stairwell, or the lift, but we didn’t really talk or anything, I don’t even know her name. What’s going on?”

Jay gave an audible exhale and you knew him well enough to know what followed wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Someone called in a dead body.”

A silence followed his statement.

“No.” The word escaped your lips like a whisper. “And I assume it’s not natural?”

Jay gave you a sad look and shook his head. “Preliminarily? Definitely not.” He paused. “You know I can’t tell you more.”

You nodded, looking down.

“Did you see anything yesterday or recently that was out of the ordinary?” Jay asked, and you could even hear the conflict in his voice. Like he hoped you did so that he could crack the case, but he also hoped you didn’t so you wouldn’t be wrapped up in all this.

“Like I said, I don’t even know her name. Off the top of my head, I don’t think there was anything. I always saw her alone.” You answered. “Sorry.”

Jay shook his head. “You know, if you think of anything…”

You gave him a small teasing smile. “I’ll call, Detective. I already have your number.”

Jay rolled his eyes but glanced back down at you as he stood. “How’s the head?”

You nodded. “Better.”

Jay reached down to ruffle your hair in that annoying way he did even though he knew you hated it. “I’ll be late, obviously. I’ll call Will to check in on you.”

“Do not.” You warned, even though you knew it was useless.

Jay just smiled, waved, and headed out the door.

Abbie Walker, 27.

The words stared back at Jay from where he sat at his desk. Jay hadn’t known her personally, he hadn’t even known her name and the only interaction they had had was probably polite smiles and nods as a form of greeting, but this still felt like it hit a little too close to home. Literally.

It was only as Adam walked into the bullpen that Jay tore his eyes away from the photo they’d put on the board.

“Medical Examiner’s report. They count twelve stab wounds.” Adam said, with a grim look on his face, handing Jay the report.

Jay frowned. “That much overkill?”

Jay’s eyes raked over the report quickly before he handed it back to Voight for him to take a look.

Before Voight could say anything, Kim jogged up the stairs. “Jay, you need to take a look at this.” She said, her voice was slightly urgent as she headed straight for her desk and pushed the USB drive she had into her computer.

“We got the traffic pod that has a view of the front of your building.” Kim said, pulling the slider across the video to the part she wanted to show Jay.

“We cleared almost everyone who came in within three hours before and after Abbie’s estimated time of death. Except two people. One is a guy who delivered flowers, Kevin’s on that. The other person is this guy.”

Jay squinted, leaning forward to take a closer look.

“Wait stop.” Jay said, as there was a ringing in his ears.

Kim nodded, pulling the video backwards again. “This is why I wanted to show you. That’s Y/N, isn’t it? Heading in right before him?”

“Damn it.” Jay muttered, his eyes registering the timestamp on the video as Kim pressed play again and he watched the tape of you heading in, and the guy behind you reaching out to hold the door to make sure it didn’t close before he slipped in.

Hailey shook her head. “Jay, maybe she didn’t…”

Jay let out a sigh. “With our luck?” He glanced at Voight.

Voight nodded. “Kim, Jay, go.”

While the rest spread out to follow on the other evidence they had on hand, Kim nodded, following Jay to his truck as he sped off back towards home, where he knew you would be.

You’d barely settled at the table and opened your laptop when the door opened.

You glanced up with somewhat of an exasperated look on your face, expecting to see the redhead Halstead standing there. Instead, you frowned in confusion.

“Jay? What are you doing…” Your voice trailed off as you noticed Kim right behind him.

“Hey, Y/N.” Kim called.

You smiled back at Kim, giving her a small wave, although your frown deepened when you glanced back at Jay.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

Jay glanced at you as he and Kim sat in chairs facing you. “You were home late last night, did you see anyone?”

You shook your head before you paused.

“What is it?” Jay prompted, noticing the change in your demeanor immediately.

Kim sat up a little straighter and you looked at her before you glanced back at Jay. “There was this guy… Uh… I remember because he gave me a shock.”

Jay’s frown deepened.

You shook your head, reading Jay’s expression immediately. “No, he just stopped me from closing the door. The sound gave me a shock. He said… he said it was too cold and that I was saving him the trouble of digging for his keys.”

Jay glanced at Kim.

“What’s…” Your voice trailed off because you’d already reached the conclusion. “Oh my god… no…”

Kim nodded at Jay. “I’ll call Hailey.”

As Kim excused herself, Jay got up, rounding around the table to squat in front of you. “You couldn’t have known, alright? Did you see his face?”

You shook your head. “No, he had a… a scarf draped over the lower half of his face. It was cold, I didn’t think…”

Jay shook his head more vigorously this time, reaching for your hand and squeezing gently. “Don’t do that.”

You glanced up, belatedly realizing how close Jay really was to you, the air feeling like it was sucked out from the room.

Jay blinked back at you before he lifted his hand from yours quickly. Before the awkward tension could fully permeate the room, Kim walked back in. “Jay, we gotta…”

Jay cleared his throat, pulling backwards as he nodded at Kim.

“You going to be okay?” He asked, with a final look back at you.

You smiled and nodded. “Go save the city.”

You watched Jay and Kim walk out, the front door clicking shut behind them, before you turned back towards your computer.

You were going to work and you were not going to think anymore about what had happened next door, you told yourself even as another ‘what if’ floated through your mind.

Jay didn’t come back that night, even though he’d called to check in on you and offer to have Will come over. You’d rolled your eyes over the phone and promised him that you’d latch the door so well that even if he did come home, he’d have to sleep on the corridor outside.

Even so, you knew Jay was behind it when Will called you all of ten minutes later to offer to bring food over. You relented with a “Fine, you worried I’m going to forget your stupid face?”

So Will had come over with food, which actually saved you a trip and you’d spent the night catching up with him, rolling your eyes as he gently teased you about how you only wanted to hang out with Jay.

But you were grateful that at least Will’s presence had taken your mind off a lot of other things.

By the next day, you were pretty much back to yourself. Jay had always been a little protective of you, even from the time you guys had been in school, and he was probably feeling a bit of heat from the case being a little too close to home. So you told yourself that you’d humor him, and that the Halsteads were just being… the Halsteads.

You’d gone about the day like any normal day but reminded yourself not to stay out too late, just going out for a short meeting with one of your publishers before you came home, or rather Jay’s apartment.

You smiled a little to yourself, realizing how the word ‘home’ resonated in your mind along with Jay, although it came with the bittersweet taste of the feelings you’d kept buried in your heart for so many years.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard a knock at the door.

You headed towards the door, wondering if it was Will again, and telling yourself if it was Jay, you were going to remind him that this was his apartment and that he didn’t need to go out of his way to make you comfortable.

But when you opened the door, it was neither Halstead.

The guy standing at Jay’s door was dressed in a CPD jacket, the kind that patrol put on sometimes, along with a police cap that was sitting snugly on his head.

You frowned a little, glancing to the side for sight of a non-existent partner.

“I’m from CPD, we have some follow up questions about the murder down the hall. Do you mind if I come in?”

You felt your eyebrows unconsciously bunch together. Even if Jay couldn’t come himself for any reason, there was no way that he would send anyone other than Intelligence members in his place. And the fact that this officer was alone here was way too suspicious as well.

Your eyes flicked to where the officer’s hand was resting on Jay’s door.

You weren’t sure what would happen if you tried to forcefully close the door right now. If he pushed back, he’d overpower you easily.

You bit the inside of your cheek. As you stood there, trying to calculate all the possibilities in your head to decide what was the next thing you were supposed to do, he took another step forward closer to you, essentially forcing you to step backwards instinctively, his hand pushing the door open just a little wider.

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HII!! My first time requesting so I feel a little silly, I love your works and as a former middle schooler I love thinking of these silly dudes as my brothers and I can imagine it really well through your writing and your humor is just like mine! In your parental terms fic I read Azul offer us a job at Mostro lounge and I honestly wanna know the daily activities and goofiness that happens on our work shifts😭 feel free to decline this I can’t wait for you deuces mom fic!<3🙈

Ofc ofc and I won't decline this masterpiece bb.

School night:

Clocking in at work:

When you clock in at work you gotta be early and then go to Azul's VIP room so you can tell him about the bitch who stole your test answers and eat your snack.

If you don't clock in at the right time you will be called and texted multiple times and hunted down by the twins who are just as worried about you as Azul.

When you're done with your snack you go change into your work uniform which is the dorm uniform but you have a lounge pin on your bowtie which has a tracker so Azul can keep an eye on you. And you also get your own version of Azul's coat because I know it's cold as fuck in that damn lounge.

Near beginning of shift:

If at any point you have to take a break not even one madol will be taken off your payment no matter how long your break is.

And ofc you goof off and you're allowed to be mean to the customers.

"Hey, I wanted clams not crabs!" A customer shouted at you. "AND I WANTED A SEA PONY, LIFE AINT FAIR." You shouted at the customer and threw a knife and fork on their plate.

You and Floyd are allowed to throw people out of the Lounge and you two mostly throw people out together.

You hold the person by their hands and Floyd holds them by their feet. You start swinging the person towards the opened lounge doors. "One..." You started "Two..." Floyd said "THREE!!" You both shouted at the same time and threw the ex customer out and closed the door with a satisfied sigh.

And sometimes if you can or want to Azul would host shows for you to entertain the audience and get more Madol 😈😈😈. And to make the school fear you. 🧍‍♂️

Middle of shift:

At this time you get a thirty minute break. You mostly get your breaks with the twins so they mostly take you to go feed the sea animals and try to help you with your homework if you have any. Or if you have nothing to do you go bother the other workers and scare them. More than half of them bitches are scared of your feral ass so you just gotta do some oogly boogly shit and theyll be saying sorry.

When your break ends you have to go back to work. But you are left in charge of the lounge when Jade and Floyd have to go observe a deal with Azul. So you mostly have customers complain to you while the twins are away and you get this time to mess with them if it's something stupid.

And most of the time is stuff about how they did not like the food when they just wanted to not pay for their food. They say this while they're paying and then demand a whole ass refund so you go into the secret monopoly money stash and give it to them saying it's limited edition madol. 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

And sometimes Azul himself will come in to see how things are doing and will chat with the guests but he's just watching and making sure that you're alright and don't need a break cause dawg you're a fucking kid working a whole ass job trying to get paid more than what Crowley gives you and you got all this stuff to do bro you couldn't even enjoy being a kid anymore when you first met the old ass man😔 😒.

Near the end of the shift:

At this time it's when the lounge starts closing up and people start leaving and this means extra money and coins to snatch 😈😈. You find about 500 madol lying around throughout the lounge and Azul says you can keep it most of the time.

And around this time Azul has you eat your dinner and calm down after working and you change out of your uniform right when the clock hits 9 (idfk so ima take a guess and say nine through ten at night). And when Azul makes sure your homework is completed and correct you'd be allowed to do whatever.

And sometimes it's too late to be walking out by yourself so Azul and the twins have you sleep in your own dorm room over there and if Grims with you he has his own bed and blankets next to yours. (It was demanded that the cat gets a bed by you or else you'd go bat shit around Azul's office. 🧍‍♂️) and you have your own matching pajama set that's similar to Azul so after you're done getting ready for bed you'd go in Azul's office sometimes to keep him company and drag him to his room because his eyebags look this close to being able to hold a whole fucking Walmart.

Weekend:

Clocking in:

It's morning time and you're ass is waking up at fucking 10 in the morning because you slept at 4 and almost pulled an all nighter.

You have to go to Azul's office when you wake up or else Azul will give you the day off to sleep and gaggle around.

And when you finish eating your breakfast and waking up you get to change into your uniform and choose what you want to do, paper work, keeping Azul company, or working with the twins.

You still get paid so 💃.

But sometimes Azul will have you turn into a merfolk by drinking a potion and you get to swim around the aquarium and spook the customers.

Middle of shift:

You get your break and your lunch to eat and it's free because you were able to say hello to Lucious the other day during the animal speech class.

And after that you get to do whatever you want or you could go and observe one of Azul's contract agreements thingies with the twins.

And if they try to like swing at Azul you get to go batshit and drag them outside while Azul cleans up his office for his next contract.

Near end of shift:

This time it's a little later which is 10 at night and you all clean up yiddy yadda but you get more extra change because you performed earlier.

Then you get to change out of your uniform once Azul tells you and you immediately have to take a shower then get ready for bed because you don't know when you're gonna sleep.

And obviously have no homework (🤮🤮 EEWWWWW) so you get stay up worh Azul and the twins watching national geographic, cooking shows, extreme cheapskates, boxing matches or basketball games. One of those. And you all end up sleeping on the couch in your room where the TV is (you're fucking spoiled) and sometimes you all would just sit around and gossip but no one knows what goes on in your room but the lights are always on until morning 😨. So far Floyd has taught you how to give a hug bigger than his 🤗. You've sent three people to the infirmary in less than two hours in school.

You obviously stay over because no one wants to go out that fucking late unless you're getting paid to go and rock someones shit 😒.

YEYEYEYEYEYEYYEY

I LOVE THOS SM JWHWBWJWJWJWM

Anyways I hope you like it. I know i was like kinda late I'm still working on the other ones so def look forward to those 😘😘😘

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This is a part of a Wattpad SKZ fan fiction I am writing. Want to read more chapters? Give me some writing ideas.

The dorm was complete chaos and I was right in the middle of it. Clothes and shoes decorating every surface, plates of food left out on the counters and dining table, and all eight boys sitting on the couch facing the television.

Knocking hadn’t received an answer so I had walked in and came face to face with the mess the boys of the K-Pop group, called Stray Kids, seemed to think was suitable living conditions. I was a little surprised because the condition of their dorm was a complete opposite of the recording studio they often worked in.

“Han, why are your shoes right in the doorway? You don’t even wear this pair!” I asked as I walked towards the couch.

I had to keep my eyes on the floor to prevent myself from falling on my face.

“I was planning to wear them today but I changed my mind before I left.” said Han.

“Did you guys have to record today? The new album is coming out next month, right?” For whatever reason, what I had just said made all of the boys turn to look at me at the same time.

“How are you our manager and you don’t know the release date of our album?” asked Lee Know.

“You are constantly recording a song whether it is for an album, an episode of SKZ-REPLAY, or just for the fun of it. How am I supposed to know when you are releasing an album?!” They are always so busy so how am I supposed to keep up with everything they do?

“That’s true but didn’t you decide the date of the release?” Considering Bangchan’s repsonse, I remembered what I needed to tell them the other day.

“I forgot to tell you guys but someone else is taking over the decision making for release dates. It’s too much work for me to do when I am always having to check and see if you are living in a house or a barn.” Lee Know and Hyunjin rolled their eyes at what I said so I glared at them both. They were part of the reason the dorm looked like this!

“Well, she does have a point. Start picking everything up while I start on dinner.” Felix started walking towards the kitchen but I ran after him. I grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him around, and guided him back towards the living room.

“As amazing as dinner cooked by our wonderful Felix sounds, let’s keep the kitchen in one piece, ok? You can make brownies for dessert when I’m done!” Felix glared at me but he laughed soon after. I smiled at him and went back into the kitchen.

I connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker on the counter and started playing Drive by Bangchan and Lee Know. As if I summoned him, Chan came into the kitchen seconds after the song started.

“Why do you always insist on playing the songs with insinuating meanings when you come here?” Chan asked but then he realized what he said. I smiled because I knew I had won!

“So you finally acknowledge that Drive isn’t about driving?” I grab some pasta from the pantry and turn around to look at him. He shifts on his feet and I can tell he is about to say something.

“Have fun making dinner.” Chan says and then leaves the kitchen. I laugh, knowing that I won this battle but he won’t let me win it again. He refuses to acknowledge the true meaning of the song.

I boil some water and then put the pasta in as I survey the kitchen. While I wait for the pasta to finish cooking, I wash the dishes that are in the sink. One of the dishes on top is a pan that Felix must have made brownies in. I shouldn’t have told him to make them for dessert. All of the boys eat too many brownies but I’m not one to talk. Felix’s brownies are a guilty pleasure of mine!

After I finish the dishes, I go back to the pasta when Hyunjin walks in and he goes towards the sink. Just as he is about to wash his hands, I see that they are covered in paint!

“Hyunjin!! Wash your hands in the bathroom sink. I need to drain the pasta and I don’t want it covered in paint. And when did you start painting something?” I ask as I turn back towards the pasta to turn off the water.

“Changbin is in the bathroom and he is taking forever so I have to use this sink. To answer your other question, I just got an idea of something to paint and I didn’t want to forget.” Hyunjin takes his hands away from the sink and starts to walk out of the kitchen towards the bathroom after he heard the door open.

“While you are back there, call everybody for dinner! We are having spaghetti.” Hyunjin looks back at me and nods before walking down the hall and calling everybody for dinner.

After draining the pasta, I finish making the spaghetti and I see I.N walk into the kitchen.

“I.N, can you set the table?” I ask.

“Sure but can you ask Changbin if I need to set a place for him or if he is going to the gym?” I stood up fast and went towards the entrance to the kitchen.

“Changbin! I thought we were eating together, why are you going to the gym?” I see him right as he is about to walk out the door. He turns around and sets his bag on the floor.

“I guess I can go tomorrow. Chan will probably be able to go with me then.” Changbin walks into the kitchen and I go to Chan’s room.

I knock on the door and he calls for me to come in. I peak my head in to see him on his computer.

“When are you not on that computer? If that computer goes missing, it’s like your entire life will end! Come one, dinner is ready.” I roll my eyes and he closes his computer as he gets up. I walk out the door and he follows behind me laughing.

“That’s because there will be no albums for years if that computer is lost. I have written songs for this coming album years ago and they are all on that computer!”

Chan follows me into the kitchen just as Lee Know yells “Hurry up! I’m hungry!”

I roll my eyes (I seem to be doing that a lot these days but it is definitely because of their attitudes) and walk towards one or the empty seats by the head of the table. Chan sits in the seat next to me but I realize that there is no food on the table. I must have forgotten to fix the plates.

“Let’s fix our plates and eat.” Just as I say it, all of the boys rush to the stove where the pot of spaghetti is. Han is the first one to the stove and he fixes a plate for himself and then Lee Know. Lee Know smiles at him, slaps his butt, and then they go back to the table to sit next to each other. I swear they are always together and I still don’t know why Lee Know is always slapping someone’s butt. It’s funny though!

Seungmin fixes food for himself and then for I.N. It’s adorable how he always looks out for him. I know Seungmin wanted to be the oldest member to have a lot of little brothers but at least he got I.N.

By the time we all make it back to the table, Changbin is almost done eating and he is fixing a second helping for himself. Felix and Hyunjin are talking about matching rings they want to get as if they don’t already have enough. Seungmin and I.N are just now sitting down to eat. Lee Know is showing Han pictures of his cats.

Chan is halfway through his food when he turns to me and whispers, “You might not realize this but all the kids have become happier with you around. You seem to bring an air of ease with you and it relaxes all of them when work gets too stressful. Thank you!” He turns back to his food and then starts talking to Hyunjin on his left but he doesn’t realize how his words impacted me.

Chan might think that I helped them but my life has been made so much better just by being around them!

I smile knowing this isn’t the last day I can spend with them like this!

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