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e-dubbc11 · 8 months

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You’re Mine…I’m Yours

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, possessive behavior by both reader and Billy in a semi serious way and a playful manner, little violent, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, little bit of smut (18+ please or I’m telling on you)

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: You have a weekly outing with your co-workers. Billy doesn’t really like it. He doesn’t like other men looking at you especially when he’s not there to put a stop to it but tonight he decides to do a little bit of a checkup on you.

A/N: This one has been done for awhile, I’ve just been so busy I haven’t had a chance to put it out yet, I haven’t had a chance to do much lately so I’m sorry for being behind on my reading also but I digress. I hope you enjoy it! Oh and this will probably be my last fic until my 400 follower celebration is finished, plenty of time left to come say hi so please do! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Do you have to do these so often, baby?” He asked.

Your expression softened and you walked from the kitchen to the living room and sat down next to him on the couch. The suit jacket he wore to work was cascading off the back of the couch, he had rolled his dress shirt sleeves up to his elbows and he was holding the crystal glass with the dark amber liquid inside.

Billy tilted the glass back and forth, watching it glide from side to side when a stray piece of his ink colored hair dipped into his eyes.

“Do what, handsome?” You asked softly as you gently scratched his scalp with your fingernails. His onyx colored eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself under your loving touch. You moved the stray hair away from his eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes that now gazed at you with a touch of sadness to them.

“Ya know, the work outing you guys do every week.” He said.

“It’s just a couple drinks after work with some co-workers, baby. And I still usually get home before you do anyway, Billy.” You stated. “Tell me the real reason you don’t really like me going out after work.”

He shifted his weight on the couch and set his drink down on the coffee table while you climbed into his lap and snaked your arms around his neck.

“I know you have trouble telling me stuff that bothers you, Billy but it’s just us here. You can tell me.” You said while gliding his striped tie in between your fingers.

The muscles in his shoulders stiffened as he brushed his beard with his long fingers.

“I don’t like…” He paused to think hard about what he wanted to say. “I just don’t like that I’m not there with you, ya know, to protect you.”

“Baby, what do you think is gonna happen to me? I’m with co-workers and friends.” You said with a smile, trying to make him feel at ease.

“Sweet girl, you are VERY beautiful. You think I don’t notice the way men look at you when we’re out? So I can only imagine how they look at you and act when I’m not around.” He said. The tone of his voice wasn’t angry but it was stern.

Billy’s worst fear was someone hurting you or taking you away from him. He often had nightmares about it so he was somewhat overprotective of you, jealous, and possessive, at times.

Not only did the nightmares scare him but they also scared you too because you didn’t always know what to do or how to help but you did your best. Billy said just you sleeping next to him helped him immensely.

Your presence helped to the point that he had them less often or they were less severe which he was so grateful for. So the thought of losing the one person that meant everything to him and that loved him even with all his faults to someone else, terrified him. He would do whatever he had to, to hold on to the most precious thing he’s ever had.

And Billy’s methods weren’t exactly conventional when it came to deterring the unwanted attention of men toward you, they were more like…unreasonable.

Most of the time he would notice before you did…a young frat boy staring at you from across the bar, a suit from Wall Street at the next table checking you out while out to dinner with clients, and even a couple of his own employees were fired because their gaze lingered just a little too long for Billy’s taste.

It was always just a quick glance at first, then a second time to confirm that they really were looking at you. With his long slender fingers wrapped around a beer bottle, a glass of bourbon, or a fork at dinner, his knuckles would start to show white the tighter he held on to them.

His dark chocolate colored eyes narrowed, and with a scorching glare he would size them up, stare them down until they either averted their eyes or doubled down, which Billy loved.

Like an evil cat, he prowled. Billy stalked his prey, he acted like a wild animal hunting for its food. He would wait until they went to the restroom or outside to smoke a cigarette and he’d growl in their ear “You look at my girl like that again and you’re gonna lose your two front teeth, do…you…understand?”

His lips curled back to reveal gnashed teeth and you knew they felt his hot breath against their ear, making the hair on the back of their neck stand at attention.

Billy never struck first. Sometimes they would make that mistake, especially if you were out at a bar together. He knew the rules, don’t hit first but you can defend yourself or in most cases, defend you.

And they’d always say the same thing to him, almost like they all gathered together at some point and agreed on the one phrase that would send Billy right over the edge. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?” And try to force him backwards by pushing against his chest.

Big mistake.

Yes, Billy was incredibly handsome but he hated being called “pretty.” And only you and his best friend Frank knew why. It enraged him. That term made his eyes glow with savage fire and caused his voice to harden. “You have about 30 seconds before I mop the fuckin’ floor with you.”

He warned them but they’d never heed that warning and they had no idea what he was capable of. As the saying goes, they “fucked around and found out.”

“Where are you going tomorrow, sweet girl?” He asked.

You pondered for a minute, trying to remember the place you all agreed on and then it came to you. “Oh! Ocean’s 8 Billiards. It’s on Flatbush Ave. in Brooklyn.” You replied.

Billy had a surprised tone to his voice. “You’re goin’ to shoot pool? As in, you’ll be bent over a table where every man in there can check out your ass?”

“Billy!” You snapped.

The heat radiating off his chest could be felt through his shirt as his cheeks flamed with anger. His eyes darkened, his pupils were wide and unfocused as you tried to bring him back by brushing his beard with your thumbs and reassuring him that he had your heart and no one else.

“Billy, have I EVER given you any reason not to trust me?!” You asked.

His agile fingers wrapped around your neck and pulled you close to him. There was a touch of acid in his tone and when he spoke you could feel his warm breath against your eyelashes. “I don’t trust any man that’s not me…around you.”

“You can’t control who I talk to, Billy Russo!” Easing your body away from him, you tugged slightly on his hair, tilting his head back so he was looking up at you.

He gazed up at you with a smug smile on his face. “No, but I WILL control who talks to YOU.” He growled.

The guttural moan that escaped your lips was involuntary and it shouldn’t but it made you wet when he talked to you like that. Grinding down into his crotch, you could feel his cock hardening underneath as you started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. It turned him on when you talked back, he loved the push back.

“Oh yeah? You think I like it when I see women throwing themselves at you? Waiting until I go to the ladies room so they can try and make a move.” You hissed in his ear, biting down gently on his earlobe, and feeling his length strain against his suit pants.

Biting down on his lower lip, his eyes traveled the length of your body and back up to meet your gaze once again while his hands extended underneath your t-shirt to brush the smooth skin in the middle of your back, along your spine.

Goosebumps erupted across your skin which caused your nipples to harden and Billy swiftly pulled your t-shirt over your head and threw it across the room.

“And I’ve never given them the time of day, have I.” He said, burying his face between your breasts, his tongue tracing the skin across your collarbone before biting down hard on the spot on your neck that made your vision go white.

“You better fuckin’ not, Mr. Russo because I…don’t…share!” You said against his mouth before his lips collided with yours. Billy’s kisses were all tongue and teeth as his hand unhooked your bra to have your bare breasts pressed firmly against his body. Calling him “Mr. Russo” made him absolutely feral and reassuring him that he was all yours caused him to snap.

You made quick work of his shirt and tie before he carried you off to bed. You lost that battle, the war will have to continue tomorrow.

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After work the following day, you met your co-workers at the pool hall for your usual once a week bitch fest and enjoyed a couple of beers in the process.

“…Yeah I don’t think they shut up the entire time they’re in the office and if you gonna have meetings on speakerphone, how about you go into a conference room?” You said to one of your cubemates, talking about the people in the cube next to you.

Leaning over the table to line up your shot, you could feel eyes staring at you coming from all directions from a group of guys a few tables over. After sinking the ball in the side pocket, your friend walked over while you were lining up your second shot.

“Those guys over there are staring at you, one guy in particular.” She said.

Your second shot was a miss.

“Ya know how you can FEEL someone staring at you? Yeah I can definitely feel it.” You replied.

While chalking up your cue, you took a sip of your beer and looked around nonchalantly, trying to not give that group of guys any sort of attention and keep your focus on your friends but it was starting to feel uncomfortable.

But out of the corner of your eye, you also noticed a tall slender man, wearing a dark blue suit, with raven colored hair and a well-groomed beard walking toward you.

Biting down on your lower lip to keep the smile from spreading across your face, you shook your head back and forth as he came closer, and smiled that perfect smile of his only for you.

“Freeze, soldier! This group activity is for government contractors only!” You shouted with a smile.

Billy pulled you into a firm embrace by the waist so you were flush with his body, looking down at you with his million dollar smile and love in his eyes, he planted a kiss on your lips.

Resting his hands on your hips, his tongue swiped across his bottom lip, probably tasting the beer that was on your tongue moments before he kissed you. The spicy scent of his cologne hovered in between your bodies as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and then cupped your cheeks to kiss you again.

Billy loved touching you in every way possible because it reiterated to him that you were real, you were right in front of him, and it comforted him.

Touch was his love language whether it was brushing your legs with his fingers while watching tv, holding your hand while he was driving, or keeping you close while you slept. You were his in every way and he would never let anyone put their hands on you.

“Ok, well what if I tell you that you look really pretty today? Can I stay?” He asked, flashing that perfect smile at you again.

That smile would be the death of you. How were you supposed to say no to him?

“Maybe…what are you doing here, Billy?” You asked as you set your pool cue down and folded your arms across your chest.

“Would you believe me if I said I was in the neighborhood?” He asked, as a devilish smirk stretched across his lips.

Narrowing your eyes at him you replied. “Uh, I think you’re full of shit, lieutenant so no, I don’t believe you.” Your voice dripped with sass, as you lightly poked him in the chest. “Are you spying on me?”

With a sly smile, he tilted his head up and quickly glanced at the ceiling, he knew he was caught and flicked his gaze back to you.

“Is it so wrong of me to not want another man to try and put his hands on you in a place like this?” He said, gritting his teeth and whispering in your ear.

You pressed your tongue to the roof of your mouth before telling him. “And what makes you think I would let another man put his hands on me, Billy?”

“Like I said last night, sweet girl. I can control who talks to you.” He said in that soft sexy voice of his. The words fell like warm honey from his lips and soaking your panties in the process. “You don’t know the vile things all these guys in here are thinking.”

“Oh and you do? Maybe you should add ‘mind reader’ to your list of special skills.” You said sarcastically with wide eyes.

He started to shake his head and press his lips together in a straight line before saying. “Always with that smart mouth, huh baby? Ya know I could think of a few other things you can do with that mouth of yours and talkin’ back to me ain’t one of them.” He hissed in your ear.

Smoothing his hair, you gently pulled down on the back of his neck so his ear was close to your mouth. “Stop turning me on in front of my co-workers, baby. I mean it.” You said as a sly smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

Billy knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Ever been fucked on a pool table before, princess?” He purred, his breath tickling the side of your neck.

You playfully smacked him on the shoulder and lightly shoved him away from you. This was bonding time for you and your co-workers, he can talk dirty to you at home.

“Alright, alright! Go get a beer, actually get me one too please and I’ll let you stay.” You said, giving him a wink as he turned and walked away toward the bar.

Continuing the game with your friends, you noticed one of the guys from the “frat pack” a few tables over started walking toward you while Billy was gone. Before you could stand up after sinking your shot, he “bumped into” you. His crotch grazed your ass as he did and then acted like it was an accident.

You turned around quickly, breathless with anger and a thread of warning in your voice. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!!” You yelled.

He stood in front of you with a smug grin on his face, trying to act apologetic. “I am…SO sorry! I didn’t see you there but you are even prettier up close. I was watching you from a few tables over. How ‘bout I play the winner?” He said, looking at you and then at your friends.

You caught the strong scent of beer on his breath as he stood in front of you, trying to inch closer but you wouldn’t let him, and he tried to reach out to grab your hips but you backed away even further. In your peripheral, there he was, taking long strides to get to you as fast as he could and leaving the beer on the first table he passed.

Billy must not have seen when the stranger put his hands on you because he would have been laid flat out if he did. You didn’t hear him approach from behind but you felt him, you knew he was there however light on his feet he was.

It was almost like a sixth sense you had when it came to him and before you could say anything else to the rude stranger, Billy was standing in between you and the handsy frat boy.

Silently communicating with your friend that saw the whole thing, you shook your head at her basically telling her NOT to tell Billy that guy put his hands on you.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Billy asked, glaring at the stranger. “She’s taken.” He said, shielding you with his arm to stay in back of him.

The stranger moved from side to side trying to get a better look at you. “Well she hasn’t said anything about being taken, have you beautiful.” He said.

His compliment made you nauseous, your stomach immediately started churning, and you felt like you needed a shower after what can only be described as he was undressing you with his eyes.

“Well, I said she’s taken. Do you know what that means? Get…fuckin’…lost.” Said Billy.

The stranger stepped into Billy’s personal space and you waited for it. You waited for those words to be said because you knew they were coming.

“Oh yeah? Are you gonna make me…pretty boy?” He said in a wicked hissing whisper, giving Billy a slight shove to the chest.

The stranger kept poking, he kept provoking Billy into a fight but he wouldn’t budge. Never swing first. And he finally did, he took two swings at Billy which he dodged both of them, kicked him behind the knees and smashed his face into the wooden pool table which you were sure the entire pool hall heard.

It didn’t knock him out but it did knock him to the ground and the hit to the head probably gave him a concussion. With the frat boy writhing around in pain with a bloody nose and an egg starting to form on his forehead, Billy squatted down lower to the ground and with hell burning behind his dark eyes and acid in his tone said.

“Who’s pretty now?!!”

When the stranger took his first swing at Billy, you had moved out of the way, and while you were huddling with your co-workers, one of them said “Maybe it’s time to go?” Everyone cracked a smile and after he hit the ground, Billy walked away and over to you.

Everyone else was fine, except the guy who was prone on the floor with his face turned to the side. His friends rushed over and tried to help him stand up but you were sure he was seeing stars while employees of the pool hall asked them all to leave.

“Are you alright, baby? Is everyone ok?” He asked with concern in his voice. “Asshole, got blood on my shirt.”

“I’m fine, handsome.” You said as you turned to your friends to say “Same time next week, right?”

“Definitely!!!” Your cubemate exclaimed.

You said your goodbyes to your friends and told them that you would see them tomorrow and apologized for the extra action on their Wednesday night.

They all said the apology wasn’t necessary, they had a great time and even asked if Billy was available next week to be their bodyguard. He shyly turned away and you knew it was because he didn’t want everyone to see him blush.

Putting his jacket on, Billy turned toward you. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”

“Technically, my love, everything turned to shit when you showed up soooooooo.” You said with a coy smile.

“There’s that smart mouth again.” Billy said.

A few tables over, you noticed a group of women checking Billy out, batting their eyelashes, laughing and tucking their hair behind their ears while taking sips of their drinks.

“You have some admirers, soldier.” You huffed.

“I didn’t notice…but that’s because I belong to someone else. And she doesn’t like to share.” Billy said. He winked and smiled at you, pulling you in close. “Right, sweet girl?”

You snaked your arms around his neck and gently tickled the back of his neck with your nails. Goosebumps pricked his skin as you closed your eyes and pulled him toward you so you could rest your forehead against his.

Billy claimed your lips like he had so many times before, the butterflies in your stomach made your body shudder every single time.

“You’re all mine, Billy.” You said, tugging gently on his hair.

He looked down at you with his hypnotic brown eyes. “And you say I’m possessive.” He said.

“Well I guess we’re both a little uh…domineering, huh baby?” You said with a warm smile.

Billy chuckled. “That’s just a fancy way of saying we’re both a couple of jealous assholes.”

“Maybe it just means we really really love each other?” You said.

He shrugged and smiled. “Sure, baby. I like the sound of that better, anyway. I do really really love you, y/n.”

“I really really love you too, handsome.” You said as you placed your ear against his chest, forgetting all about every other person inside the pool hall.

Billy Russo was a marine, you wouldn’t know that by looking at him now in his designer suit, his $500 tie, and sterling silver monogrammed cufflinks.

Those were products of the hard work he put in, first as a marine and second as a CEO. He had been fighting off bullies for his entire life, even as a small child when he shouldn’t have had to.

He should have been protected and loved but neither of those things happened for him although it made him the strongest person you’ve ever known.

You finally understood why he was so overprotective, why he was so possessive of you and it was because no one had done that for him.

Every day that you told him you loved him, every time you smiled at him, every time you told him he was good enough, and that he was wanted, it helped to heal the broken little boy that was still inside.

The empty space in Billy’s chest that craved love was finally full and that was because of you. The lesson he was still trying to learn was that he didn’t have to hold on so tightly to keep you. You stayed with him because you wanted to, and the fear of abandonment he held close was slowly peeling away as you gained more and more of his trust.

Billy’s eyes shone like two pieces of onyx as he peered down at you, his intense brown eyes doing the smiling instead of his lips as he whispered in your ear. “Let’s go home, baby.”

You looked up at him through your long dark lashes and with a devilish grin on your face, you asked him. “Ok, my love. Did you come up with some other things I can do with my smart ass mouth?”

He let out a sharp exhale against your lips. “Oh I have a couple ideas, princess.”

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seokka0o · 9 months

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• 中耒田悠真 / Your Fucking Cat!

Living in inner cities usually tend to be quieter, away from traffic, busy life. You've lived your whole life in that sleepy seaside town in Japan, where nothing tended to go out of the ordinary, where you lived your life normally as a student and part-time worker. But nothing that an atypical cat and his insufferable owner can't make everything hell in your life for the next month.

Contain: afab!reader // Enemies to lovers // slow burn // neighbor Yuma// Biker Yuma

Warnings: Cursing// making out/ eventual smut // fight // threats// mention of alcohol// minor do not interact // unprotected sex// oral// Yuma it's a little obsessed

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Author: it's a long time since my last post, I missed you guys a lot, I want to apologize for my dissappear and I hope you all enjoy this ♡ English it's not my first language so may have some grammatical errors, I'll read again later and proofread properly, also feedbacks are apreciate

I - The cat

You didn't hate cats in general, you've never been the type to hate animals, not least because you've had some throughout your life, even if at that specific moment you didn't have any. But that cat needed to look like it had a serious problem with you, almost personally, as if for some reason it had been trained in this kind of art. Your house was never a den or attraction for any type of animal, whether domestic or not, you had been living there for a few months since your parents moved, so everything still didn't seem to fit, even more so to raise a new pet.

you also started to want to learn new habits, after so many years of your life as a person who barely leaves the house, you began to understand that you should open the windows more during the day, to ventilate the house and not give you that feeling of abandonment constant you felt after your parents moved to another city. it sounded like a great idea anyway, you felt more motivated to study, even to do your homework and also to do housework more often.

It all started subtle, the first time you saw the white cat he was in your backyard, he was casually hunting some birds and the general problem was not him making your backyard a private bathroom, but the curiosity to know where the cat came from took on a great proportion when he learned to invade your house through the windowsill that faced the kitchen. The mess he starts to make trying to steal food and then finally the stage where he breaks into your room and starts stealing your things, including your makeup and socks, which you know you'll never see the pair again.

From there his mission began, to find this cat, where he lived and who he belonged to, so that he could end that problem once and for all, or at least find your lost objects. But it wasn't an easy task, the cat usually doesn't appear by default, most of the time he's always appearing, coming out of random rooms making you think that it could be some kind of hallucination. In the end, it was up to you to keep your eyes very sharp because you couldn't bear to lose your things to a mischievous animal.

Some neighbors mentioned some hypotheses when you occasionally mentioned the problem with this cat, saying that it was not common to have stray animals there and that even if it was the description of the animal, it implied that it was not there because it was looking for food or shelter of something, so it turned out that you couldn't get anywhere. that same week you didn't see him either, but even though he was attentive he seemed to understand that he was being watched, since he didn't even show any signs of life, because of that you ended up letting it go at that moment, you already had too many things to worry about.

II - Nakakita

you spent the whole morning on a process, in addition to your ordinary activities you had this damn plan that you spent the entire last morning replanning, after all you were still interested in knowing where the animal came from and you were absolutely sure that it would resurface at any moment. Soon the attentive eyes in each and every room in the house were a mere detail, from today's date that should not pass. all the windows in the room were open, you were at your computer doing some work when the figure of the white cat appeared, it took you a few seconds to notice its presence, but it was inevitable when he jumped to your desk and from there pulled one of your socks Brazenly, he swore he was being subtle as he moved, but in your peripheral vision you saw everything, ready to capture him for good.

you were about to move when he started running and you, as a hopeful act of getting this resolved, ran following him to the exit of the house.

you followed him without a second thought. dropped the computer and onto the bed and started running out of the room, the cat went down the hall and into the living room, you did the same route trying to keep up, but already starting to lose pace with him. the cat advanced through the living room window and you took the way through the exit door, stopping a second before putting on your slippers, it took a few seconds of you looking from side to side in search of the feline. until you saw him following the sidewalk on the right side, you shouted for him as if you were a thief and desperately started to run through the empty neighborhood, also in the way you could since the animal ran a few good steps ahead.

When the run started to get tiring was when you noticed that you had run a block after that damned cat, this one that had already fled from your eyes, ran somewhere, and at that moment your body gave in to tiredness and you forced yourself to stop , the unbearable heat made your body sweat and in a flash you could see the cat cross with the sock in its mouth into a house, casually, through the front door and then disappear. Perfect! You could finally put an end to this hell that had been your life for the last few weeks. With hope and confidence that he would finally be able to have some peace in his quiet life.

You walked to the garden, still out of breath, the letterbox clearly marked with the last name Nakakita, you sighed softly, took a deep breath when remembering that it was the family you repeatedly heard some neighbors complain about misbehavior, not the whole family in general, but from the only son who recurrently shows the lack of manners with the others, well, it was up to you to try to create some sympathy and get your stuff back.

They were also the kind of rich family on the block, the ones with the biggest and most expensive house, even if rarely seen. the providers were almost anonymous, uncommunicative and you would really like to have something to say, but all you had in your power was what you heard from others out there and the only thing you would want was to ensure that their pet stopped haunting the your life.

You walked along the stone path, stopped in front of the wooden door and rang the bell, your tired body showing the abandonment that almost made you go back home, but that in the desperate and unpresentable act you were there for the sake of a good coexistence. which was right to point out, you wouldn't want to get in trouble with anyone, let alone people with such high status.

The door opened suddenly, the cat was on the boy's lap with a confused expression. The time it took you to shoot the cat with your eyes, was the same time it took that boy to analyze you from head to toe, the slipper, the pajamas, the tired sweaty face, the tangled hair, all of this was tattooed on his eyelids what directed a somewhat mocking smile from his lips, there you already understood what kind of spoiled boy you were about to deal with.

"May I help? " A tone came out from under him, as if the problem there was you for disturbing his and the feline's day.

"Ah... I came here to ask you to be able to don't know, put protection screen in your house, your cat is invading my house and stealing my things " You tried to be cordial, even if it didn't seem like it, you know your reasoning had already abandoned you "I'd also like to ask for my stuff back…everything he stole, please."

A dead silence grew, the expression of mockery seemed to grow in it, which made you frown and then take a step back, hoping that was a beginning of apology and problem solving. But deep down you already knew no, the look of someone who dared say something to annoy you was clear.

"If you have a problem with Shiro, then you should leave your doors and windows closed... I can't interfere with his freedom" The boy left a simple caress over the cat's white fur and then sighed putting him on the ground, like this the feline started to rub himself on his legs. "He's a good cat, I'm sure he's just coming in to play with you, he would never steal anything."

It cost you a lot to believe that he was serious, it didn't seem like a plausible comment and you didn't even know how to get around the situation because it seemed obvious that he didn't care about your request dearly. you needed to take a deep breath to compose yourself, to understand that it wouldn't be smart for you to act like you were about to explode, even if the other one started asking for it at that point.

"So you're telling me it's my problem? " You asked

"Exactly, no one but you seems bothered so you should solve it yourself " He replied "Do you have anything else to say?"

The way he looked completely nonchalant made your blood boil in dimensions you'd never felt before.

"Are your parents at home" You ask again

"Why do you want to know ?"He asks

"Because I want to talk to them" You answer

"You don't have to, I already gave you the solution, solve it yourself" he continues.

"Do you really want to make our life difficult?"You question

"You who are making your own life difficult, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go"

And then he simply closed the door, without any warning, without any education and you stayed there, planted, not understanding how you would do it then, if it was pertinent protection screen your house, and then the realization that then it would be war, between you and the damn cat owner, because until that was resolved, neither of you would have peace and you weren't willing to change your lifestyle because of an animal that wasn't yours.

III- The Beach

"His name is Yuma, from Koga's group who lives causing headaches to the neighborhood people" Euijoo said with the glasses lying on his face, this one that he adjusted with his fingers, thus directing attention to the cell phone next to him move in a relaxed way, as if this whole issue wasn't causing enough headaches. " Although Koga is not a problem, others will not always be too"

koga definitely not, once it used to be someone close to him, when younger, your mother and his mother were school friends so you could say with all the words that he was someone docile enough. however very impartial, he would never be able to question his own friend for the shitty behavior they has with people, unfortunately, he wasn't useful to you at all.

"Damn it, how can he say it's my problem if it's his fucking cat? Are you aware of the damage? He's stealing everything!" You rubbed lipstick over your lips and then checked your appearance in the mirror " It's not going to look like this."

"Certainly, a waste of time, you should just put protection screens, you won't lose anything with it " Ej rolled his eyes and turned away from the screen to your vision in the mirror, this one that was already staring at him with indignation " besides an amount Of money"

"I won't give in, if you had seen how he treated me " You grumbled and then got up looking at the time on the phone "not to mention that the cat is not mine…I have no responsibility."

"So it turns out we're not going anywhere…it's just a debate to see who throws the most tantrum"he gets up bored, stretches his back and waits for you to finish.

"Honestly…I don't have anything else to declare" Without much more debate you left, for the first time to unwind some mutual friends called you to some kind of social party close by the beach, same as usual, drink beer, talk, nothing too much and at first everything was great, you managed to forget about the cat story while discussing the latest gossip around the small town you live in.

The weather was very pleasant, there weren't that many people and despite the relatively loud sound, Euijoo managed to find somewhere close to the sand, along with his car. You were now on the passenger seat, the door open and a pleasant conversation, making you laugh again and again as you remembered random moments that ended up happening in college during the last week before the holidays.

Then the troupe appeared, seven people with a very specific appearance, but which you didn't bother to meet, besides Koga with the same figure as every other party and the hot owner who caught you from afar with that smug face. He seemed desperate for that, even though you had no further contact with him besides, it seems he tattooed your face so that every time he saw you he could create that extremely heavy mood.

Your clear discomfort turned your attention to the other side when they started to arrive and greet everyone and without any question showed sympathy, the circle grew considerably when everyone started talking and in a way you avoided any possible eye contact with Yuma, due to the discomfort of the more resolved situation and the fact that he was just looking for the opportunity to say something.

Genuinely, it wasn't his intention to touch on anything, because everything already seemed pretty clear on both sides, so all that lack of sensitivity of yours due to the fact that he was so rude to you even without knowing you made you believe that, yes, he was completely capable of doing much worse, so your intention was to leave without a fuss. But like nothing in your life seems simple so you moved to leave the voice from the bottom of your soul cut the subject

"Where are you going?" Koga, the face of someone who was ready to add fuel to the fire, you knew him well enough to understand where that would lead, even because those dark eyes hardly showed anything " did something happen…?"

"Leave y/n alone, the story of the cat still seems to hurt their feelings" Yuma commented, letting the silence disturb between you two again.

"The problem is not the cat, the problem is the imbecile owner who doesn't know how to take care of him" You replied with the anger that had already accumulated since the last week "and I don't need to justify why I want to leave"

"I know how to take care of my cat, now I can't do anything about his adventures inside your house " He continued "I already said that it's not my problem"

"Certainly not, maybe I should fix it and disappear with the cat " You released the last sentence and before any plausible threat you left Yuma without the chance to return the answer and left. And for obvious reasons he sneered at the futile threat of saying he'd put an end to that cat without definitely meaning to, you just wanted some peace of mind.

obviously you ended up not going home alone, some time alone was enough to clear up, you always hated feeling subjugated and this way of yuma approaching you is something that sounds very offensive despite the very little coexistence, you were trying to deal with it in a good way, but he insisted this kind of behavior and you hate it.

IV - The Necklace

You had already been looking for your necklace for hours, a gift from the family, more specifically from your mother, she had given it to you as a present for your 16th birthday and you carelessly took it off so you could take a shower, making sure you would be on top of the desk. But as soon as you left the bathroom you noticed that it was no longer there, causing an incessant search for the necklace, both in the room and in the whole house, that was already getting on your nerves, you really didn't want to have to make an effort and go to the yuma's house, but you didn't have any other choice, Shiro could only have stolen it and in a way you still had the pretense if you confronted him

you move again, it was almost night when you started walking towards the nakakita's house, an absurd silence, nothing very inviting, but it was no more than five minutes walking until you reached that specific house, entering the stone road and stop in front of the door, where the bell rang. Again he received you, this time more casually than he usually shows, yuma was certainly focused on something else when he realized that it was you at his door.

"What now?" this one said

"not to interrupt, but I want my necklace back, and I know it's in there somewhere" you answered his question briefly, trying your best not to get into so many arguments " would you please fix this… or I will have to report you."

yuma seemed very surprised by the way, normally he would have a quick answer, but before calculating any syllables he just pushed the door for you to enter

"enter and look for yourself then " yuma said with some disdain. you looked at him suspiciously and then you shrugged, entering the house slowly, paying attention to every expensive detail that house contained, from the wooden floors to the color of the ceiling, the style of decoration, a perfectly organized house, it was like if no one lived there " if you can find something I'll give my arm to cheer"

"I will, I think it's good to start thinking about your apology" you turned to him, in a smug smile and then looked around again "where is your room?"

"You won't go in there" yuma said

"So it means it's there " you countered, making him roll his eyes and then walk inside, following the corridor on the right and going to the end, where his room was. you followed him, not forgetting that now it looked like someone lived there, the room a bit messy, like someone who spends so much time trapped , food packaging and an infernal mess, at this moment you regretted having agreed to go in to look for it "it is serious?"

"What? it was you who asked…I'm not responsible for anything" he said leaning against the doorframe, smiling right after.

"I don't know who I hate more, I swear, Yuma, fix this fucking cat, and find a way to return my necklace, or I'll kill you two" the threat was clear, Yuma's eyes sparkled in happiness, he knew you wouldn't be able to do anything but swear, but he was starting to like your hot temper.

"Don't make me laugh, y/n" he replied in his passive-aggressive way "you love to joke, but I already made it clear that I'm not going to do anything about Shiro, if it wasn't like that in the past, it won't be like that now"

you took a deep breath, pulling all the air you had out of your lungs, the eye contact was intense, the hostile atmosphere showed how much you were willing to give yuma a good punch in the face, but contained everything within yourself so as not to end up being arrested.

"I already warned you, I want my things as soon as possible or I'll denounce you." you turned around again, following to the exit of yuma's house

"Don't forget to knock on the door!" he shouted from the end of the corridor and you did the favor, slamming the door before returning to your residence, with ready tears of hate, running down your face, thinking that thanks to yuma and that cat now an important gift had been lost.

V- Missing cat

Since the unfortunate occurrence no more than a few days had passed, everything was pretty calm by the way, the threat seemed to have worked when the cat stopped appearing, even though you didn't get your belongings back still your life was getting back to normal, everything seemed have settled in and you would never deal with yuma's presence in your life again. What was happiness, everything perfect, far from the arts of that animal. The day was very sunny, bringing a good feeling, the rest in your living room and then the bell rang and without waiting for your answer they started knocking incessantly, with the urgency of being answered you got up and went to the door, opening it and wish it was a demon, a thief, you'd be less nervous than having to deal with Yuma's enraged face.

"Where's my cat? I swear I'm capable of kill you now" The threat sounded genuine, which left you with a question mark over your head.

"Have you gone mad for good? What the fuck?" You didn't understand, nothing had happened for days and that was why?

"You were very clear in implying that you were going to disappear with my cat, give him to me now or I'll call the police for you!" the tone of voice began to rise in an absurd way

"Fuck you, Yuma, did you really think I was going to disappear with the cat? What's your problem?" you questioned genuinely, even if irritated "I'm the one who should call the police"

"I want my cat now!" Yuma acted like a spoiled child, when he invaded his house and started searching for his cat "Shiro!"

You followed him without understanding, if that was what he considered plausible then you would let him break face. What exactly happened, you were wasting time fighting and he, apparently, was paying with his poison, even if he didn't wish the animal harm, could wish Yuma's harm, even a little

"Did you even notify the neighborhood? I warned you that something could go wrong" You said while he went through your room looking for the cat. literally going through everything as if you had stolen the most expensive jewel in the world, apparently it was becoming a habit to go through each other's house

"No, you said you were going to put an end to him" He replied stopping what he was doing to look at you "so I know who's to blame for that."

"I said I should, not that I would, are you stupid?" You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms in front of your body and in an accelerated radius he approaches to be able to put you against the frame leaving you in a very confused expression, he was so panting that he started to scare you, it looked like he had run a marathon before getting there " Excuse me ?"

"I want my cat and you will help me find it" He threatened

"What if I don't want to? Apparently it's not my problem " You whispered by the bold proximity he took returning in kind, making it clear that he wasn't going to leave your residence for nothing

"Then we are going to have a very big problem. That cat costs more than you and this whole house, you don't want to pay compensation or even end up in jail, do you? It's good to start helping" Yuma at this point didn't seem scary in general, you could see a certain desperation in his eyes, maybe a very implicit plea and a way of saying that he needs to solve that and he would be capable of anything to solve it . " or I'll make a point of spreading the word to the neighborhood that you mistreat my cat"

"you what?" you asked "are you crazy?"

"I'm serious!" and indeed he was, you could see the expression in his eyes, making it clear that he would do anything to get that animal back, and you were the target.

"Okay, but only because I need to prove that I wasn't the one who stole your cat" You said walking away, following the path out of your room.

It was already very late when you started looking, in a silent truce, you still felt the heavy mass, but you limited yourself to giving time to the few hours of daylight looking for the cat, going to places where you two could consider he was or went through. Yuma said at some point that they were all keeping an eye on the cat, that if by chance they had any sign he would be immediately notified. Your tired feet again gave no truce, you and Yuma wander with some caution through the places, imagining where the cat could be safely, even if at that time it seemed strange that he had disappeared so suddenly.

"I didn't steal it, just making it clear…"You were sighing low looking under some cars that were parked on the street, but without much success, walking normally back to Yuma who was walking ahead.

"I know" He replied a little more centered, look straight ahead, in fact he seemed way out of his center, kind of giving up "You wouldn't be an imbecile at this point"

"Then why make this hell?" You asked

"You are the only one besides me who knows him well enough not to confuse, Shiro is selective, he would certainly come to you just as you would to him" Yuma shrugged and sat down at a bus stop near the end from the street "You chased my cat for a block, he's not even recognizable to your eyes"

You rolled your eyes remembering the atrocity of going all that way after the feline thief of things, without any enthusiasm to debate it, but agreeing that Shiro was like family to you.

"Definitely " You said quitter "Is the cat really more expensive than me?"

"Yes, without a doubt" He laughed, it was the first you saw that, outside of that mocking expression, making your stomach turn, somehow that prominent fang was too attractive. You diverted your attention, turned to the empty street and already only lit by the light pole "But my parents tend to be like that, maybe that's why he needs to be found. I'm going to be disinherited, I had a job and I managed to do it wrong, he belongs to my mother, and she likes him more than me, trust me"

"So you should close everything so he doesn't run away" you continued

"I tried, but he's leaving for a very specific place which I don't know what it is…so it's kind of impossible to contain him…sometimes I don't even notice" at that moment you felt like a clown, yuma giving that whole speech of not interfering with the cat's freedom, since it was something much simpler to justify…it was all pranks, as expected.

"It turns out that we don't even know which direction he went after all" you didn't get too involved in this melancholy conversation, you just stood up, looking directly at the boy from the gray hodie " Let's go, this is getting macabre in the dark, if Shiro goes back, will definitely be home"

You started walking in front, going all the way back to your house, tired from that walk. Yuma didn't take too long to follow, walking in the not so deadly silence anymore, and certainly you needed that respite, it had been a few hours since you had been in that unbearable search for a cat that would most likely appear soon and even if your feet were already calloused from so much walking , the final energies were reserved for the entrance of your house where you sat down to rest and drink some water looking at the empty sidewalk, thinking deeply, resting.

"Relax, there's not much we can do now " You said as you hugged your own legs, keeping your gaze fixed on the sidewalk, hoping at some point to see the white shadow emerge from beyond to put an end to that agony.

"Hm," he replied without much else to say, putting the water bottle aside, half consumed.

"Seriously, maybe he's just having a little fun" You said again

"Why is you being so kind? Doesn't look genuine" He commented right after

"Excepting the part where you threatened me, maybe I did it spontaneously " you replied without looking at him

"I just wanted to say that first of all it's your fault" he accused, and you thought it was ok, but then you fell again, to his provocation

-What? Fuck Yuma, I'm trying to be nice - You complained as you turned around and looked at him, found him smiling at you, his fang prominent again and then poked your forehead with his thumb.

"I'm going now, anything…call me" He said stretching his hand waiting for your cell phone. Without much reaction you just handed it over, not understanding what those mixed signals were. As soon as he picked up his phone, he left the number written down and left, disappearing into the street, without looking back, but if you had been in his shoes you would have known how much he was shaking, just like you yourself without noticing.

VI - The influence you have on me

The other day everything still seemed melancholic, you had barely slept, thinking about the cat, already early in the morning you sent messages to Yuma hoping for good news. But he responded briefly saying he hadn't found it yet. Maybe you found each other again, looking for Shiro, all attentive in the hope of finding him and so you followed the path you had left, but without any hope of finding him, in a frustrated and already hopeless dynamic. he was small, very specific, him disappearing like that meant he wasn't as easy to find, so you didn't feel like you could do anything but wait.

"This won't lead to anything, let's just rest a little, Yuma" You promptly slowed down, already tired of this whole trip without any hope "Let's go back, you can wait at my house if you want, you seem exhausted"

In fact, his eyes didn't lie, Yuma was dying, but he kept his face down, he didn't want you to know that he had continued to look for the cat alone, late into the night, in a way he was doing it for relief of conscience, but without saying a word he accepted the return home, now in that same state he remained seated on his sofa, and you, a little worried, joined him.

"Everything is fine! Let's stay like this for now" You whispered leaving a light touch on yuma's shoulder and then he looked at you nervously

"I'm fucked, y/n, you have no idea, if that cat doesn't show up, I'm dead " The tone came out with eminent despair along with fox eyes filling with tears

"He's going to appear! He must just be lost, Yuma, it happens, sure he'll show up soon" You encouraged

"This false optimism shit is pissing me off already," he commented irritably.

"I'm trying to be positive since you freaked out on me ! Now don't take that shit out on me when I tried to warn you" You let go of the cart from his shoulder, mumbling in the corners

"Of course the good Samaritan, I don't need your advice, I need the solution, y/n."

"And how do you assume I have one? I already told you that I don't know where he is" you snapped "there's nothing I can do but try to help"

"I'm tired of your face, I'm leaving. Thanks for nothing"

He just left, leaving the vacuum after the door slammed, indeed, you were sensitive but his lack of tact left you a nervous wreck, your head hurting like never before, but somehow everything seemed to hurt much more this time, you didn't quite understand, but you accepted that maybe they never had all that intimacy, not to the point of becoming close, you were just going crazy, afraid of any reprisals for Yuma thinking you had killed his cat

That same day Shiro had appeared, starving to death at the door of Yuma's house. You could even have congratulated him, but you were in the deepest sleep, the day had been deadly tiring, so you kind of blacked out. But it wasn't as if Yuma had bothered to let you know about it, Koga out of consideration left the message, and also from what he had seen on social networks, you just decided to leave it alone, you hated each other, there was no reason to have contact.

It was what you tried to accept. This annoyance of yours wasn't because you ended up insisting too much, certainly not.

Yuma by himself found his help too pertinent and so after that he disappeared without a trace, returning to his normal life. You did the same, your friends everything, occasionally. Sometimes you would meet him for fraternizations, Taki's birthday, Jo, but nothing more than very few bumps and a hostile atmosphere seemed to be created. Too uncomfortable to create any truce, you still sounded extremely upset when you brought it up, so people just let it go. Now that matter had been resolved, you should just move on.

but for reasons not very clear it seemed to torment you like a ghost, it was weeks like that, considering that all this time in contact even if restricted, you felt that maybe you had gotten used to the idea of yuma's presence and the problem he brought , now everything seemed too peaceful and you didn't feel comfortable that way anymore.

VII - Finding Cat

You were in your bed as usual, finishing up some reports to send to the college, everything within normality, a silence, the mild climate and a pair of white paws on top of your desk, rummaging through your things. Stubborn, demonstrating that in fact nothing has changed, the now more docile cat let you approach and pick him up, carefully, a caress was deposited on the white fluff and a sigh emerged from your lips. It was the first time I saw him after the disappearance, he left a few licks on your arm and a soft bite of greeting, which made you complain and then chuckle when thinking about how much your relationship with him seemed to have evolved since the chase.

"I'll take you home " You took your way to the exit, put your shoes on and went down the street, the same common route, you could clearly remember that race as if it were yesterday, it hurt you to feel the tiredness, the pain in your legs, it was funny to think that now Yuma's house didn't seem as far away as before.

You approached the house, entered again, went to the entrance and rang the bell, you didn't wait too long, the door opened showing a clear view of yuma who was not understanding why you were there, at least until you looked get down to the cat on your lap.

"Next time I won't bring it, I think you'd better be more responsible than that" You stretched the cat towards Yuma who took it in his arms. You turned to leave already longing for the comfort of your home when he spoke

"Want to come in? For a drink of water…you walked a long way" it sounded funny compared to the other times you've been there and the path wasn't that far either, but your feet refused to leave, deep down you felt he had something to say . So you entered, of your own free will.

"Your parents are never home?" You asked, still stopping at the entrance of the house, noticing the silence that always lives there

"Rare occasions" He replied returning Shiro to the ground, this one who took the path to the food pot " we found out where he was leaving…it will take a while until they come to fix this passage, so he may appear more often in these days."

Yuma seemed very centered, you stayed static when he passed you and went to the kitchen to get some water. Not that you asked for any satisfaction, but a heat rose in your body when he did it of his own free will.

"Hm…okay?" You replied awkwardly as you took the glass and drank what was offered to you "But why are you saying that to me?"

"Because it's your house he goes to every time" Yuma shrugged, he was also embarrassed, you noticed, that was bullshit, you knew well what he was doing and you don't need to make an effort

"What you want?"You asked

"Nothing…" he replied.

"Lie" so you asked again "what do you want?"

"I…I wanted to apologize, for before…it wasn't nice" He started " You were just trying to help, i was tired and I ended up being an asshole."

"Okay… I guess, I was also very tired " You replied " It's part of"

"Yes…hm,I have something to give you" Yuma made a sign that you should follow him, and you without understanding the purpose, put the glass in the next most suitable place and followed him down the hallway of the one-story house. At the end was the wooden door which he opened and entered, you established your limit there, over the entrance while the boy searched the room, finding a specific box, not very big, but considerable. "Here"

"What is this?" you opened the box noticing familiar items over there, all yours, which took a while for it to sink in that in fact Shiro stole to bring home,you were surprised, you thought you'd never see your stuff again " Are you telling me that you kept all of this?"

"Yes, I knew someone would show up to get it " Yuma said "shiro likes to give me presents sometimes"

"Did you know?!" You replied indignantly "Are you telling me that you had this with you all the time?"

"Yes" he replied.

"Damn, you're crazy" you continued

"It's not that " Yuma started, opened the box that was in your arms, searching what was inside "These are things that could only belong to a beautiful person"

"One what?" you took a while to assimilate, maybe even expecting an offense right after, or even some mockery with your face. it was yuma, you never expect too much from him.

"A beautiful person… I said" he smiled again, making some rude butterflies appear in his stomach wanting to demonstrate how yuma unexpectedly changed his attitudes towards you "When you first showed up, you weren't the most personable, so I couldn't let you take my gifts away."

"Oh my god, don't remind me that shit again" you took a step back

"I also need to give you this" he said getting more closer

He took his hand out of the pocket of the pants he was wearing and stretched out the necklace, the gold pendant along with the chain, it was your necklace, right in his hand, right in front of you.

"it took a while to find… but it's there" he said opening the lock, getting closer to return the heat to your neck "it would be good if you didn't take it off while Shiro was out there…"

You pressed the box against your chest, not understanding the reason for this apprehension of dealing with Yuma. while he kept himself very close just like that, stopping right in front of you, preventing him from approaching through the box on your chest. Had his lack taken you for good? or because he said he made an effort to find your necklace wherever it was… that touched you deeply.

"I need to go home " you whispered softly trying to disengage "You're acting strange ?"

"Because of the pretty person thing? it wasn't like I was talking about you…maybe that's why it took me so long to deliver this…I wanted to make sure it was you" he said with an overwhelming certainty, it made your face burn and you even thought about cursing, but you gave up, you thought about turning around to leave, but you couldn't. Yuma held you in place like it was nothing " it was a joke honey, it was just a joke."

you were looking forward to it, like it consumed your insides completely, which sounded funny. you're seething with anger and remorse, but then it's suddenly gone, leaving everything in dead silence. Yuma approached slowly leaving you trapped there, and when his lips rested on yours, your knees wanted to falter, make you almost fall over and accept that caress like the big imbecile that was there to fall into Yuma's trap.

the contact was simple, seals stopped without too many evolutions, yuma tastes like coffee, specifically coffee candy, the smell of cologne invading your senses, you were touching him in the most intimate way possible, feeling the feelings overflow, showing the true face of that incubated anger. you were willingly accepting it as if you had been waiting for this for so long and in fact, you felt everything in you tremble without any effort and yuma noticed it easily, both at that moment knew they had a problem there, and it wasn't the Shiro's adventures

VIII- What are your intentions

the week went by like that, you started to think that Yuma was letting the cat get away on purpose, sometimes so you could stop at his door, or he at yours. obviously the intentions were the tables, including you up late together around, kissing, exchanging affection, without anyone knowing, because for some reason you thought you should continue to pretend to hate each other to your friends, but on empty afternoons in the neighborhood it was yuma in your bedroom as you kiss until the air is out of your lungs, touching and caressing each other like true lovers.

You were already weak in your legs, practically on top of Yuma when you broke the kiss in a rush, the air consumed your lungs making it burn and as a response from the other all you received was a murmuring complaint and then soon his lips touching the skin of yours jaw so he could kiss your neck.

"You didn't come here looking for Shiro…?" You were a little breathless, Yuma twisted the position now going on top of you, your hands arranged on his shoulder and the other's full lips touching your skin, leaving delicate seals in the region, making you shiver and sigh. "Yuma"

"Hm? No, Shiro is at home" he said, stopping what he was doing with some regret so he could look at you " I thought i tell you , they already fixed everything, even put protection screens in the house… they kind of found out what happened"

"So does that mean you've been coming here with that excuse for one week ? " You asked

"It's not an excuse, we live on the same street, you should know… and the problem? It's not like we've been doing this for a while." He was bold like that all the time, always making your face burn in embarrassment for being caught accepting Yuma's affection. " What?"

"n-nothing" you replied a bit awkwardly, trying not to show too much that you were enjoying this new yuma. Not that he needed that certainty, just look at you and he would just be sure.

With a low laugh he just took your lips again, a more intense kiss, the thin lips contoured to yours, you mumbled low between, returning without reluctance, moving the touch up his shoulders to the nape of his neck, where you found the hair smooth, leaving a simple affection there. Everything started to grow like a spark next to gasoline, his hands started to go up touching your body, hips, legs, torso, in that instant he was between your legs, kissing you like a hungry man, sucking your lip and pulling more and more. It was the first time you'd felt him so engaged, and you held back, trying to keep up, feeling everything inside you tremble, the sighs getting heavier and heavier as he took your lips more and more, you again running out of air but with no intention of stopping.

"Yuma…slowly, please " You begged in the separation of the lips, trembling between his arms, but there was no answer, he just directs the blurred eyes, thin as blade capturing your expression of pure pleading. You heard a low curse fall from his lips and then he took you again, invading your mouth with his tongue without warning. You moaned low, reciprocating, feeling your skin crawl and lose your composure, putting your muscles to battles for dominance, spilling all that tension that always seemed to build and never stop, everything overflowing, showing the implicit intentions in each of you, his hand was warm and comfortable, you didn't want it to end, that eternal battle, the saliva mixing in a contact that only got more and more intense, you needed more, no matter how far it took.

"y/n!" Euijoo, you were sure, even though it sounded like a mirage, you didn't wait for any confirmation, the kiss broke in a rush, with you pushing yuma by the shoulders, to pull away.

"Hides…"You whispered

"Why?" He asked, disoriented.

"Go on" You grumbled and then, displeased, Yuma got off of you and moved into your closet.

You needed some time to compose yourself, you sat on the bed awkwardly and still panting watched Euijoo enter the confused quiet.

"Are you with someone here?" He asked confused, feeling the sudden heat that was in that room

"No…"You replied

"Then who were you talking to?" He asks again.

"On the phone..with my mom" You said again, trying to get around it, Ej sat on the bed next to you, while Yuma slipped into the cramped closet. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you? I always come" He said a little offended "It's hot here, you're acting strange, what's going on? Was it the nakakita's insufferable again?"

"Hm? No! I'm just tired... it's been a day, full so to speak " you commented

"I know... I still don't think that's it, but since you're not going to tell me anyway, I'm just going to go" Euijoo sighed, still acting suspicious by the way you were all confused, with your senses shaken "I just came to see if you were all good"

"Ah yes, all in peace...nothing much has happened anyway You smiled at him, stiffly and watched him get up

"I'm going then" Euijoo said before leaving the room, you waited for the front door to close and then exhaled and yuma came out of the closet

"Why hide? It seems like a shame" He commented muttering low

"It's not that...it's just that I know that if he finds out I'm fucke-"

"I KNEW IT ' You jumped, seeing Euijoo already at the door of your room indignant "Shame on you both!"

Yuma laughed softly and then crossed his arms, looking at you as if implying that he had warned you of the danger of this "secret" relationship

"It wasn't my intention I swear " You whimpered " It was his fault"

"My? Fucking no, you were the one who said you shouldn't tell anyone" Yuma countered

"It's obvious, you know how many people I made it clear to you that I hated you" You replied

"And you don't hate it? "Euijoo questioned

"...I don't know "You replied

"God, you are disgusting, for God's sake don't keep hiding him like that it's weird" Euijoo said "Now I'm really going, bye"

And then he left, this time for real, you stayed there, looking like you expected any response to that act of yours that even in your opinion, sounded pretty stupid.

"Do not know? "He started

"No… I'm still not sure of my feelings, they aren't clear yet" You said still a little embarrassed, you wanted to apologize, but you wouldn't have that courage either

"So look for me when you have it, I'm going now" For obvious reasons he seemed offended, you were about two weeks away, that's all, even if today it almost got out of control, you still couldn't say how you felt , because everything was still messed up, not long ago you attested with all the words that you hated him, assuming that you like him are two poles that you didn't know how to manage so quickly.

Of course you let him go, maybe you needed space anyway, even with your lips tingling from the touch of his as soon as possible, there were things that should be made clear, your uncertainty couldn't lead to anything good, it just proved today, Yuma didn't has a very exemplary temperament, you had to manage.

You didn't feel bad in general, you kind of didn't have much to do, you barely had time to think properly, so you just considered taking that little time for yuma's tantrum to pass and then you could do something about it, because even If you made that decision the next day, he would still be a little hurt by it all.

IX - After Party (smut ahead)

which was possibly a mistake, because not even three days later you ended up meeting yuma, in another one of the casual encounters at some party where euijoo usually dragged you close to the beach as always and you were coping well, you felt that that time was necessary for some clarifications, it also appears that you wanted to give a little of the poison that one has been serving for weeks, you preferred to remain silent for a while.

You were close to the sand as usual, sitting and talking to some people when the little group appeared again, with the same as always, because koga and his group would never let any event go unnoticed.

Obviously Yuma was one of them, he arrived with his gaze directed at you, as if questioning your audacity to be in front of him after you had simply disappeared for three days, it wasn't like that at all, you both knew that, he was mad at the fact that you hadn't followed from him that very day, but how could you? a lot was running through your mind, you guys hadn't even thought about the consequences of things before simply doing it, it was a moment like that when you remembered why you didn't like yuma, he's always too impulsive

For your misfortune, being cold-blooded was already something of the yuma personality, eye contact although frequent, it was for a short time but it was enough, he wanted to know about you and it was necessary that you were alone for that. Of course he wouldn't be the one to suggest it, even if desperate to the same extent, you consider taking the first step towards stroking his ego.

"juju… I'm going to the bathroom over there" you indicated with a smile at him and he looked at you with an expression that was not at all skeptical

"hm… call me later " he knew you wouldn't come back, he knew you enough to know, with that he just made it clear that you should be careful with what you were going to do

you smiled at him and made your way to the sidewalk, a little further away from the others and it must not have taken too long for yuma to appear beside you, as if he wanted nothing more than to stay there. you stayed in that silence for a while, not considering any contact, just looking at the deserted street as it seemed to be a habit of the two of you to do when you felt that the weather was not very suitable for jokes

"Are you going home? " he asked

"yes…"you replied

"thought about what I asked you to think about?"he asked again

"Maybe"

"decided?"

"Maybe"

Yuma took a deep breath trying to contain the situation. he was not used to attitudes like his, this brazen way of challenging him made yuma go completely crazy as he had been feeling like he had been for a while

"Can I walk you home?" he asks

"Yes" you answer with a smile, following him wherever he went, seeing him stop near a motorcycle, handing over the helmet he had "is it really yours?"

"Who else would it be?"he asked as if the answer was obvious, well, in fact you didn't know much about him, but it was definitely something you was trying to improve. picking up the helmet you put it on and waited for yuma to get on the bike so that he could do the same.

the smell of his cologne made butterflies rise in your stomach, the hug given around his waist as the vehicle moved forward and that whole feeling of running away from people's eyes so you could have more time with yuma, it makes you laugh in absurd ways , because never in your life had she imagined yourself with someone as specific as yuma.

the journey was fast, living in a small town had certain privileges, even if few. you got off the bike as soon as it stopped in front of your house and then removed your helmet.

"At home" he said stretching his hand expecting to receive the helmet, but you didn't deliver.

"Do you want to enter ?" you asked

"I should?" he asked and you nodded in agreement.

"Just a little…"you said earnestly

yuma turned off the bike in an instant getting off and then followed you inside, subtle, you seemed anxious because you knew how much you missed each other, even if in a few days of separation, both already seemed desperate. Inside the rooms you let Yuma enter first to do the same, you closed the door right behind and deposited the helmet on the floor next to the door, with the subtlety that you felt you should approach him and hugged him through the trunk, keeping

"I don't understand why you're so angry Yuma-kun, we were doing so well" You commented quietly, feeling his hand touch your hair

"You know well, I don't like explaining half relationships to people, you treat me like it's a secret " He starts "I don't like indecision"

"I'm not indecisive, I'm just trying not to rush" You mentioned, let go of Yuma to put yourself on tiptoe "You know you can be very cruel when you want to."

"Wow, I was going to say that about you right now," he said next.

"I'm just giving you back in kind" you snatched, smiling, your eyes shining in his direction, and then left a soft saddle on his lips "don't you think this whole discussion is childish? I just wanted to kill the longing I'm feeling for you"

In some moments of this whole adventure, Yuma was certain that you were some kind of witch, for all the times you appeared in front of him from the beginning, some reactions were already very clear, the way you make him anxious was destructive , Yuma falls easily on your lips and doesn't need more than that, then he holds you tight by the waist and then takes your lips, taking you to the first place he can to hold you there.

The same taste as coffee, the sensation raced through your body in a shiver and you gasped as he skipped a hundred steps to thrust his tongue in your mouth. You reciprocated and got involved like never before, his hands firm on your hips and then yuma lifted you to put you trapped in his lap, now held by your legs yuma pinned you completely against the wall, muttering like a desperate animal by the way you pulled subtly the hairs on the back of his neck.

"I need you" You whispered by separating your lips for a mere second, Yuma watched you and then smiled satisfied, turned his body and took you with him into the bedroom, where he placed you on the bed

"Don't you ever dare say you're confused" He warned with an authority that you didn't let him have, but which you allowed on occasion, without questioning."don't even question what we have, for even a second."

You didn't answer, just after receiving back the touch of his lips, intense, the firmness now of the tongues touching each other again, the half light from the street lamp entering your window that was open only disposed by an almost transparent white curtain, Yuma didn't it took a while to hold the hem of your shirt and pull, gently parting your lips to remove your clothes. The kisses now tracing their way down your neck soaked singles and bites with no intention of marking, but that deep down yuma was just testing the waters, trying to know what could cause you the most reactions at that moment, even with you already looking like a complete mess.

"you are mine" He went down gently, feeling the shivers of your skin at the touch of his icy fingers, caressing your mass up and down without much hesitation. Yuma kissed down your jaw, shoulders, between your breasts, traveling all the way down your body, listening to sighs and whispers without any coherence, trying to follow the touch of his wet kiss.

your feverish body wanting to know what his next step could be, your mind in a tailspin and your only option was to keep your fingers over the dark threads, maintaining a contact between you since at that particular moment you felt you no longer had any capacity to do something for yuma, he was already self-sufficient to the point of only requiring you to be the focus that night. His hands wandered to the waistband of the pants you were wearing and then he looked up at you, catching your expressions to be sure he should move forward, you nod without much courage to say anything yuma just smiled at your lovely figure and then he released the button right after the zipper, pulling it by your hip, giving the destination of that piece to the floor next to the bed, your body trembled with the wind that came out of the window, but it was purely momentary.

Her heart stopped when she felt him so delicately open your legs, even with your intimacy still covered, you couldn't help but feel so exposed, your underwear already getting damp from the mentions and thoughts that Yuma made pop up in your head at every touch. His tongue scraped across the fabric without warning and a moan slipped from your lips in fright, he was kissing and licking the entire covered area as if there was nothing between the two of you already. Your pussy closing around nothing making it even a little painful, the way his patience didn't seem to shake at all, Yuma was torturing you even without you realizing it, your body retracted and now trembling his advances, and when Yuma sucked and stimulated your entire vulva through the tissue that gradually became too thin to be felt

"Y-Yuma…please" You whimpered

"Shh, I'll take care of you" he let out, you may even have cursed in thought at that moment, but you preferred to be safe, clearly remembering that the command of your body was all in his hands at that moment. Your little meows made the vibrations run straight to his cock, but every moment all you had was yuma's still figure, dragging your clothe to the side and then diving into your taste.

His tongue was hot, gliding easily, with deadly gentleness, the touch all over the region until it reached your point made you moan something, grab your fingers in his hair so you wouldn't end up taking it out on closing your legs. Yuma grumbled against your center vibrating against your button and then you moan once more, feeling the heat take over, make your chest rise and fall desperately, feeling every inch of you wanting to melt.

Yuma is complacent, keeps his hands firmly on your thighs trying his best to keep them open for him, pushing with his fingers, marking the area, taking care to have you completely open so he can get the full view, eyes sharp like a fox, sliding his tongue back between your lips he seeks your entrance, passing the entire tip of his tongue along the edges and then starting to fuck you with the muscle, in moderate rhythms, Yuma now thrust his tongue almost inside you, while watch you lose yourself in just mouth.

Your eyes darted to the back of your head and your body slid off the mattress as your hips tried with all their might to move forward and make more contact with his mouth.

"F-fuck" You whimpered like a bitch in heat "I need more p-please"

The words came out as a whimper, for Yuma to serve as an imminent victory for all that wild tantrum you had been building up to each other for the last month. You knew it couldn't last too long, but even so it seemed to have no end, Yuma made the same paths exploring you , sucking your coitus that was already starting to get sensitive from so much stimulation, your body and shoulders shaking desperately, you were close, very close.

"I…I'm going to come" You warned, within seconds, you were feeling the heat rise and the air go out when he stopped and the sensation subsided just as quickly "fuck…"

You were out of breath, through a party of light you could see his evil gaze supported by a smile.

"I'm in charge" he whispered to you removing his own shirt, soon helping you to take off your underwear. You moved up a little more giving room for Yuma to climb.

He didn't take too long to get rid of his clothes, he was subtle, the rush made him a desperate man and you, without thinking too much, welcomed him into your arms. You meowed again when felt the hard member dragging your intimately and then moaned as he slid inside, both of them humming each other's names. Yuma left some of his weight on top of you and then laced his arms through yours, keeping you tied to him.

And then he started to move without much anticipation, he was trying to deal with your intimacy by swallowing, contracting around him desperately, one had to let his head rest on your shoulder as he found himself fully inside you, he knew he couldn't last too long so he needed some time to contain himself, soon the attacks were slow, without much rhythm. you sang low into his ear, slurred moans and pleas for more came out in a funny mix, your hands on the strands of his hair feeling the softness, the scalp starting to sweat.

“I'm ready…just do whatever you want with me” you whispered in his ear, again taking vibrations straight to his cock, yuma whimpered and then started to move more freely, opening and scraping on your walls, bumping his hips now so that everything started to become a complete mess. His heart started beating fast, you called his name first and then clung to his body.

yuma soon begins to mark your skin, passing the tip of his tongue over your neck and shoulder and then begins to suck, leaving marks on the skin, nibbling, and leaving almost unconscious for the sensation that it brought. little by little the assault became more persistent, more violent, making the bed shake, yuma once so silent starts to mutter against your skin, panting and moaning in that unique tone of voice, the kind that makes you lose your mind

“fuck” he whispered against your skin, you battling to contain your orgasm that insisted on coming all the way that he went deeper inside you now became a very difficult battle to fight alone, one kept the body rigid, without shifting too much positions and you needed a single signal, such was the way he started to moan so painfully so you could let everything inside of you spill out, the sounds mixing in the air, the violent way he thrust inside you and then the silence, the heavy breathing, the weight of yuma's body was now all over you, both of you bewildered, tired, you felt your body in pure ecstasy, after so long without anyone, the fact of being yuma, everything it left you completely confused. You hated it, mostly because of that, because of those feelings that he was definitely the only one capable of causing in you from the beginning.

“yuma…I can't feel my legs…” you said a little embarrassed, while yuma got out of you to go to the side, letting all that mess overflow, both of you not understanding, looking at the ceiling of the room, as if he had just relieved a tension of years lingering.

“you made the biggest mess” you complained

“it was you who asked for it” he replied looking at you “or will you say you faked your orgasm”

“I didn't say I didn't come” you directed your gaze to the window, embarrassed by the way he approached the situation

"so don't complain about the mess" murmured yuma, sitting on the bed, his vision was one of the best until then, his hair damp with sweat, his white skin sweaty and pink with effort, he was definitely the most beautiful person he had ever met, despite the obnoxious personality. "what?"

“nothing” you frowned with shame to admit that you were admiring it all this time, wondering about so many atrocities and thoughts that always pass so quickly through your head, especially when talking about yuma and the mixture of things he makes you feel

yuma grumbled stretching his hand to you, soon he pulls you to sit down

“come on, I'll help you clean up” you smiled at him and followed him willingly, I try the freedom of being able to share a shower with yuma, no big deal, you felt your legs trembling from the effort despite not having left the room corner, yuma once or twice made it clear that you were too weak, that you would never be able to put up with him, but shut up was enough, during that short time of relationship you discovered that the best way to shut him up was always having your lips on his.

yuma is awesome but only when he's doing things quiet.

#&team imagines #&team smut #yuma imagines #yuma smut #&team one shot

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sockonaleash · 1 year

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Lucky :: shuichi x reader

fandom : danganronpav3

type : oneshot ; adult au ; hurt comfort (reader comforting shu) : just some sweet domestic stuff.

note : sigh. writing this at 2am is giving me a headache but he's really pretty and simply i'm a weak, weak simp. From sleep deprivation this lost its way and became messy. (It's fine right??)

requested : no

Your boyfriend is the sweetest person you know.

And you're not saying that just because you're dating him, nope. You say that because every day he goes out of his day to help you. Be it by helping you with groceries, holding your hand as the both of you cross the crosswalk, or cover the edge of the table as you duck to get something that fell on the floor.

But the world doesn't seem to want to repay his kindness in the same way, instead, it gives him the worst possible day ever. You know it the moment he walks into your shared apartment with a sad look on his face. All the giddiness you felt before he arrived has dissappeared, being instead replaced with a sinking feeling at the bottom of your stomach.

"....I'm home." Shuichi states from the entrance, slipping his shoes off while his hands are tugging off his blazer. You peek around the corner, watching him silently. Usually your partner would come in with this happy smile or content look on his face from solving another case at the agency he was currently working in (he was just that amazing, solving cases left and right, your little genius), but unfortunately today was different.

Your feet were already walking towards him before you could think about doing so, your hands grasping the soft material of his blazer to put it on the coat hanger. The strong smell of coffee wafted from his clothes and when you finally turned to look at your partner he had this dejected look on his face. His eyebags seemed darker than usual, his shoulders slumped, hands fidgety, messy hair, smudged eyeliner and so on.

A worried feeling tangled down your throat and your hands raised to caress his cheeks, your thumbs attempting to wipe his messed up eyeliner (and failing miserably, only smudging it more).

"God, Shu... What happened?" You whispered. And he sighed.

Shuichi's hands went to hold your waist, to pull you close and lay his chin on your shoulder. "Ah, just...-" He sighed, mind running haywire from too much information. He wanted to say everything and nothing all at once. To scream at his boss and cry with his co-workers. "-...a lot going on at work. There's this new case we're working on and..."

You hummed, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head.

"Okay, that's alright. Do you want some tea?"

He nodded.

"Which type?"

"Chamomile...Thank you."

So, you slowly stepped back and headed for the kitchen. Not before telling Shuichi to wait in the living room and watching him wrap himself in the biggest and fattest blanket you have.

With some giggling you began to prepare your partners tea and once you finished your task you moved to sit beside him on the couch and handed him the mug.

"Careful, it's hot."

Shuichi took a sip from the warm beverage, a blissful sigh leaving his lips. Very kissable lips might you add, how could god create a being this perfect? From his nicely shaped lips, his cute button nose and his acne scars (usually covered up by his concealer, you assumed he was in a rush this morning and didn't have time to apply any). God, was he handsome.

I'm so lucky to have him as my partner, you thought.

#xxosock.writes #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpav3 x reader #shuichi x female reader #shuichi x male reader #shuichi x gn reader #oneshot #adult au

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jessicanjpa · 6 months

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a good day

(An excerpt from this chapter of 2003, set just a few weeks after the Cullens arrive. Edward and Esme are doing paperwork at the dining room table when Carlisle gets home from work. Bonus: this is the first time Bella is mentioned in Tale of Years!)

"Carlisle's home," I told Esme, turning my head to the familiar sound of my father's thoughts. A moment later, we heard the powerful rumble of the Mercedes turning off the main road.

You won't believe the day I've had!

Carlisle burst in the kitchen door a moment later, grinning from ear to ear. He swooped down to receive Esme's welcome-home kiss and poured another mountain of mail onto the table out of a bulky package. There was so much mail—especially in the beginning of a new move—that we couldn't risk raising the postal workers' interest by receiving each piece separately. One of Jenks's "services" was routing a good chunk of that mail to us via packages like this one.

"You're in a good mood," I teased, catching the tallest pile of papers—Alice's investment reports—just as Carlisle's new addition sent it tumbling off the edge. Those "Go Paperless" campaigns were starting to look better and better. We could singlehandedly save a whole forest at the rate we were going.

"Indeed I am," he said. He kissed Esme again for good measure. "Days like this... they make everything doubly worthwhile."

"Tell us," Esme said with a knowing smile. She pushed out the chair beside her with her foot, paperwork forgotten. He sat down and took her hand.

"A young man was brought in after a motorcycle accident," he began. "It didn't look good; his blood pressure was already threatening to bottom out. Extensive road rash, compound ulnar and femoral fractures... and a suspected open-book pelvic fracture. The paramedics had a binder on him already. Dr. Snow called for a helicopter as soon as he was brought in. Forks is only a Level IV trauma center. Everyone said it was too late—and it would have been, if I had let them waste any more time.

"I took over immediately. I nearly got fired on the spot, and I may still face a lawsuit for breaking protocol if he doesn't make it in the end. But I'm confident he will. I suspected a rupture of the iliolumbar vessels. I opened right up and started with the gauze packing, and we didn't even have the right kind of arterial balloon but I managed to get them all distracted so I could get the sutures done at my speed—oh, I'm sorry, Edward..."

My throat flared at the bloody imagery as Carlisle chattered on at superspeed, but his good mood was infectious. He lived for scenarios like this: when he was able to save a patient when no one else could, either because of his acute senses, his vast experience, or his ability to operate at vampire speed when he could get everyone else to look away for a moment. Or all three, in this case. Carlisle looked so happy on days like this. So young.

"We still had him lifted to Harborview in the end," Carlisle said in conclusion, "but he was already stabilized. Dr. Snow is still upset about how I had taken over. I actually shoved him out of my way! But even he can't deny that I had saved a life he had already pronounced lost. Once we were cleaned up, he took me out to the lobby himself and told the patient's friend—none other than our local chief of police—about my being a miracle worker."

"Only three weeks this time," Esme said, gazing at him with adoring eyes. "Only three weeks and you're already the Miracle Worker."

Carlisle smiled bashfully at her praise, then went on to describe how Chief Swan had nearly broken down right there in the ER lobby, gushing his gratitude for Carlisle's heroic rescue. Apparently one of the nurses had already let it slip that his buddy wasn't going to make it. It sounded like he had personal experience with motorcycle fatalities, making him doubly in awe of today's outcome and of the Miracle Worker.

Carlisle tended to accumulate nicknames wherever he worked: any number of variations on the themes of Doogie Howser and Miracle Worker. His fellow physicians either loved or hated him, but in the end, they always came to respect his good instincts. Having made some minor forays into the medical field myself, I was most in awe of Carlisle's ability to take decisive action during blood-soaked emergencies. He took risks most emergency physicians wouldn't dream of, and they nearly always turned out for the best. And I couldn't imagine being able to open up a pelvic cavity full of two liters of gushing blood and get right to work.

"Chief Swan sounds like a good man," Esme said fondly.

"I think so, too," Carlisle agreed. He was picturing a nondescript middle-aged man with brown hair and a mustache. The man's chocolate-brown eyes teared up as he acknowledged Carlisle's help. "We talked for a bit. He lives alone, though his daughter occasionally comes to visit in the summertime. He's an avid fisherman—he even asked me if I would like to join him out in his boat someday."

"That'd be a good trick," I said, rolling my eyes. Fishing and vampires didn't mix. Hours of sunshine with no escape, fish getting frightened away, sharp hooks in human fingers, close observation... Carlisle smiled sadly, going on to say how he had politely declined but thanked Chief Swan for the invitation.

It was a shame. Like Alice, Carlisle would have loved to have a human friend. Someone he could be fully honest with, or at least someone he could bond with over the things he would be able to talk about. But experience had taught us to keep our human peers at arms' length. It was better that way... for all of us. And fate seemed determined to remind us of that fact. The very next day gave us a scare like we hadn't had in years.

#Tale of Years teasers #Carlisle #Vampires at work #Charlie #Bella #Fanfiction #2003 stuff #In other words Carlisle and Charlie will absolutely go fishing someday

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t00turnttrauma · 2 years

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strong- jtk

this one has been in my back pocket for a little bit and I love it.

warnings: none

Jake set his suitcase down. Smelling the sweet scent of pastries in the oven. His stomach grumbled, shot from the dozens of fast food meals and slightly questionable restaurants. The first thing he wanted when he came home from a long time away was a home cooked meal. He called out for his lovely lady, excited to see a familiar face, the one he missed every night.

“Jake!” She smiled, coming down the stairs, a laundry basket settled on her hip. Her eyes were wide, unwashed hair slicked into a ponytail and still in pajamas despite it being two in the afternoon. “When did you fly in?”

“This morning,” he smiled, gingerly taking the basket from her hands and setting it on the ground. “We went to the studio to drop off the gear. They wanted lunch but I wanted to come and see you.” His hands pulled her into his chest. Jake loved catching his wife off guard. He knew how much she liked to be there for him, picking him up from the airport and making him home cooked meals every night. He likes to be the one to surprise her. Everything is always done for him in his professional life, so he likes to flip the script.

“Don’t be mad,” she said, subtly denying one of his more desperate kisses.

“Why?” He asked. Usually it was because she traded the furniture, but nothing could prepare him.

“Angel, the social worker, called and she had a family. Seven kids.”

“Seven?!” Jake let out a little laugh. “That’s a lot.”

“Really? That’s amazing bec-“

“How many did you bring home?”

She hesitated for a moment. “Seven.”

Jake felt the ground move beneath his feet. In the two weeks he’d been gone, he’d become responsible for 7 children. He put on a smile, suddenly hearing the sound of pattering feet upstairs and the trampoline in the backyard springing. Jake dragged his belongings to the laundry room just off the kitchen, tossing everything into the washer. Despite most of it being clean, he couldn’t stand the stiff scent his suitcase gave his clothes. The house went quiet for a moment before light giggles wafted from the living room.

Y/N introduced Jake before calling out each of their names in birth order. They each have a wave or some kind of acknowledgment. The youngest, Victoria was cradled in her arms, her thumb in her mouth.

The oldest of the bunch, Noah, looked completely uninterested. He looked like it was just another day. They sat on the couch together, their faces stony. The two boys looked sad, watching the younger three shuffle their toys on the coffee table. The girl on the couch looked at the details of the home, her eyes trailing around the intricate molding around the fireplace. Jake felt his heart skip a beat, wondering what these kids have been through. Noah, Anthony, Susan, Cody, Sebastian, James, and Victoria were obviously shaken up. The kids looked like they wanted to make the most of it, the older bunch looked annoyed, just waiting to be kicked to the curb.

After the mini-meeting, they all dispersed. Susan grabbed Victoria, muttering something about a nap. Noah and Anthony stood together for a second, whispering to one another.

“Do you guys want anything for dinner?” Jake asked, glancing at the pantry. “I can make some-“

The second oldest of the bunch, Anthony, shook his head. “The kids are kind of picky.”

Y/N nodded, walking past with groceries that had yet to be put away. “They’ve been cooking on their own the whole time.”

Jake sat back, sitting in the dining room. He watched their hands work diligently to make dinner. He noticed the little things. He watched as Noah surveyed the pantry, Anthony looking at the multiple devices that he’d never seen before. Noah grabbed the bread from the shelf, opening the fridge for the slices of cheese. Not only was he shocked to see something not in individual plastic sleeves, but also a brand he couldn’t pronounce.

“This is the expensive cheese,” Noah whispered to Anthony, showing him the bag of name brand cheese. “Do you think it melts?”

Anthony shrugged. “I hope. I’m afraid that Sebastian and James are going to get too attached.”

Jake nervously chimed in. “That cheese is amazing on a baked potato.” He pointed to the raw potatoes in the rack. “You all are welcome to use whatever you want.”

Noah shook his head. “Bread and cheese is a luxury where we come from. We’ll be okay.”

The new foster father blinked. “Go on, go sit. I’ll make you guys something amazing.” He stood up and opened the freezer. “Any allergies?”

Anthony nodded. “Mushrooms. All of us.”

Noah looked on edge, approaching Jake with a stern look and his shoulders sharp. “Listen, man, we can’t. We’re just here for a few days and-“

“Then indulge.” Jake set the frozen meats on the counter. “Listen, I’m not going to pretend to know what you kids have gone through. Y/N and I are willing to help you and give you a nurturing place. Not just the basic needs.” He backed off, noticing the way the two boys looked at one another. “I’m going to leave these thawing and we’ll have them for lunch tomorrow. After that, no more parenting for you two.”

Anthony smiled. “You’ve never done this before have you?”

Jake shook his head. “This is my first punishment to you two- as a foster father. Still a little shaky.”

Noah reluctantly agreed, seeing just how much Anthony relaxed. “C’mon Tony. Vicky is going to start chewing the furniture.”

Jake complied with his promise the next morning. Hauling himself out of bed before dawn, he made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed everything he would need. He began with making the cinnamon rolls from scratch. He was never a fan of buying pre-made dough but now he was cursing himself. His shoulders burned from rolling out the dough. He sprinkled cinnamon and sugar onto the flattened dough and rolled it together. After tossing it into the oven, he started with pancakes. Then continued with the scrambled eggs and slices of bacon.

Victoria waddled into the room, her hand held by Sebastian. Even at seven years old, Sebastian was already in tune with how he was raised. He eyed the plates of food. Kitchen Kiszka hadn’t officially opened, but he instructed them to sit. With a rag tossed over his shoulder, Jake served the two of them their plates, sliding them across the table.

“Sebastian, can you go wake everyone up?”

He nodded, taking a pancake and folding it. He disappeared down the hall, reappearing a few minutes later with Noah and Susan. Their stomachs grumbled, never having seen so much food at once. The siblings served themselves, eating quietly. Jake watched proudly, his mind at ease knowing that even if they were to go home today, their bellies would be full. James and Sebastian attempted to run off but Noah stopped them.

“Clear your plates,” he said firmly.

Anthony nodded in agreement. The two boys sat back down, finishing the last few bites of food before bringing their plates to the sink. James almost made it, but dropped his plate instead. He held the empty plate with one hand, licking syrup from the other. His fork slid off. While trying to catch it, the plate slipped from his hand. The porcelain shattered in contact with the floor, sending shards flying.

“I’m sorry!” He cried, tears beginning to roll down his face. “I-I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! It was an accident. Please don’t hit me.”

Jake could feel his heart stop as his pleads sunk in. He barely had a chance to react. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s all good, buddy. I know you didn’t mean to.”

James’ shoulders shook as he held back tears. “I’ll clean it.”

The guitarist shook his head. “Go on and play. Don’t worry about it.”

Heavy silence settled over the meal. The sounds of silverware clinking and the rustling of the broom cut through the air. Jake cleaned the rest of the broken plate, finished just in time to do the rest of the dishes. All day, he listened to the seven Strongs running around. He always thought he’d miss the days of silence, when he and Y/N could sit and relax together. He thought there would be times that he wouldn’t be able to stand the sound of voices and giggles, begging for just a moment of peace. Instead, he couldn’t imagine going back to a quiet, childless life. His chest swelled when they giggled, laughter floating through the air.

“What are you thinking?” Y/N asked, spotting Jake in his usual perch on the chair in the corner of the living room. He’d usually read his books there, play his guitar lazily, but now he sat in contemplation.

“Just about the kids.”

“‘The kids’,” she chuckled, sitting on his lap. “We have kids.”

He snaked his arms around her waist, settling his cheek on her shoulder. “We have seven, Y/N. Are we going to do this forever?”

Before she could respond, a shriek cut through the air. Both of them sprung into action, running up the stairs and to the bedroom where they’d last seen the kids. Instead of one of the horrifying images that ran through their mind, they saw Noah with Victoria by the ankles. She shrieked with laughter as Noah shook her. Her arms hung limp as she begged him to do it again. He squatted, her fingertips grazing the carpet and her head thumping against the mattress. Y/N and Jake smiled at the innocence of the kids, laughing and throwing things at one another in play fighting.

As dinner rolled around, Jake checked the steaks. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, he shouted. “Everyone, outside! Let’s go!” Footsteps thundered down the hall, looks of wonder and confusion. “We are having dinner outside tonight, under the stars.”

Firing up the grill, Jake let the steaks cook. Y/N and Susan worked on the side dishes, coming in and out. Noah pushed Victoria around in a stroller, keeping her occupied with toys to push off the hunger she’d been fighting. The nine of them sat together, making small talk. Everything felt natural until after. Everything had been cleaned up and Jake was covering the grill when Noah came up.

“We-we can pay you back for the steaks.”

Jake shook his head. “Never.”

“I swear, just give me a few-“

“No. It’s common courtesy.”

Jake avoided Noah after that, knowing just how adamant he could be. They could go back and forth, Noah refusing to be a charity case and Jake refusing to make them do anything. Anthony and Noah had been through this enough. There has been plenty of foster parents that want to parade them around. First there were the Conrady's. The couple liked to have them sit on the couch. They were talked about, rather than to. The children would sit there, telling their aristocrat friends what it was like to grow up in the slums they did. They could not fathom how someone could go to bed hungry, do their own laundry, or reset their own broken fingers. The crew expected the same from the annual Kiszka Barbecue. Instead, they clambered out of the rental van and up the sidewalk to the large home.

Instead of being asked who they were with, they were welcomed into the home by Jake's mother. "There's drinks in the kitchen. Food is out back and there's all kinds of stuff around to get into," Mrs. Kiszka said excitedly. "Now, go on. Make yourselves at home."

The seven Strong children walked through the home, dispersing as they became comfortable. Victoria and James were passed around the adults, entertained by them. Noah, Anthony, and Susan set up camp in the backyard on their own, waiting for the right moment to serve themselves. Susan grabbed her plate, serving whatever she found to look delicious. Her mouth watered as she looked at her plate. Instead, Jake's hand grabbed hers. In an instant, Noah was hovering over Suzy, rounding on Jake.

"What the hell?" He snapped, not afraid of causing a scene. Heads turned their way. If this were a movie, there would be a record scratch and a switch in camera work.

Jake shook his head, feeling the eyes on him. "Mushrooms."

Susan and Noah looked at the food, spotting the sliced mushrooms. Noah backed off, apologizing with his eyes. Jake was shaken from the situation. He wasn't afraid of Noah, but the fragile trust he had was on the brink of breaking in an instant. Jake consulted website after website and parenting books. He finally came to a conclusion that made sense to him. Noah knew better than to get attached, keeping his head and heart separate. It broke his heart more to see his siblings getting close.

It’d been a year since the seven Strong children moved into the Kiszka household. Things were completely different. Everyday was a fun one, filled with the shenanigans of children running around. Jake had taken his role as a father and mentor very seriously.

He’d taught the older three how to drive, buying a car for Noah and Anthony to share and a Vespa for Susan. The younger crew acclimated to their elementary school well. They had perfect attendance records and had completely done away with their disciplinary infractions. Victoria was set to go to the nearby preschool, no longer shying away from strangers but rather a chatterbox in stores.

Jake and Y/N had finally been propositioned by the state to officially and legally become the Strong’s sole guardians. For three nights, they tucked in the kids. One year is completely different from the rest of their lives. Having children is a lifelong commitment. There was no dropping them when they turned eighteen. It would change their lives completely. Jake and Y/N talked it over, thinking about how the world would change. In the end, it was a mostly easy decision, both of them agreeing.

On the fourth day, they pulled the seven children into the den. Jake wanted to make a big speech, telling them how much he loves them and how he is willing to change everything for them. Instead, his mouth blurted the news.

“We want to adopt you.”

Noah stood up quickly, stepping over Sebastian and Victoria. Jake called out for him, but he only walked faster. He tried to catch up but instead Noah started running. Knowing how long this game of cat and mouse could go on.

Y/N stood on the porch. “Is he okay?”

Jake shrugged. “He’ll come back.” Even he didn’t believe his own words.

He waited and waited for Noah to return. Jake moved from the window to the couch and then to the porch. Despite his brain begging him to go to sleep, he couldn’t. The part of his brain that kept him awake was telling him to go looking for him. He knew nothing about Noah’s private life. He’d be blinder than a bat looking for him. So instead, he sat on the porch, racking his brain for places Noah mentioned before. He decided to give him a little bit of time, fiddling with the keys in his hand. After another hour, Jake spotted a figure walking his way. Occasional puffs of smoke billowed from his mouth, his face lit by the cigarette when he inhaled. Jake never thought he would be so excited to see someone’s face that wasn’t his wife’s.

Noah stopped, looking like he wanted to turn around and run again. Jake would still be here waiting for him. He trekked across the lawn, carefully stepping around the flowers they’d planted a few weeks prior. Noah looked at them for a moment, a thick sniff slicing through the air. Jake felt his heart break as Noah finally reached the glow of the porch light. His eyes were red and puffy from hours of crying.

“A nightlight. Cody sleeps with one and he hates talking about it. Just turn it on and walk out. And Victoria. She likes to wander in the store so keep her in your vision always.”

Jake stopped his teary rant. “Where is this coming from?”

“You only want the little ones,” he sniffed. He waited for this day to happen. Noah was counting down the days until he and his siblings would be separated. Usually, Angel had been able to keep them together and in the system. They were able to return home together. He wished he had some more time, until he aged out of the system and could support his siblings himself. He knew his time was up. Blinking back the disappointed tears, he looked Jake in the eyes. “Promise you’ll take good care of them?”

Jake squeezed his shoulder gently, leading him through the house. their feet thumped on the hardwood in the otherwise silent home. All of the lights were off and the hum of James’ humidifier and Susan’s fan were the only noises. Noah looked weary of following Jake into the backyard but he had to hear Jake promise to take care of his kids. The two of them sat at the metal dining table on the patio. Jake had been meaning to take it to Josh, a new larger table to fit all nine family members was in the garage and waiting to be assembled.

Jake took a deep breath, confirming Noah’s future. “We want all of you. All seven.”

“What?”

“We were planning on building you three a little house back here. Maybe use it as a guest house when you’re gone." He looked at the empty space, already imagining a small home. "I assume you want to go to college if you have the chance."

"I can't leave. James and Vic-"

"Then don't leave. There's a lovely college a few blocks over. You can drive to classes everyday and be home in your own bed every night."

"Really?" Noah sniffed, no longer caring that he was crying. "You would do that? For a kid like me?"

Jake nodded. "Yes." He pulled him into a tight hug. "You're my son. I would do anything for my kids."

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Liz POV

"I never knew the Olsen twins had a sister."

Her words stun me making my body shut down. I comb over her face, and the look in her eyes hit me like a truck, and I slowly realize why she is here. She's hurt, found out the truth, and what's to know why. Y/N is looking right back at me. She says something to me, but it's muffled.

A "What?" Escapes my lips.

"I'd like to come in, Elizabeth," Y/N says, annoyed. Wait, Elizabeth? No, no, Y/N to you, I'm Liz. Your Liz! My mind is shouting for my mouth to move and say these things, but instead, I shuffle my body out of her way, allowing her to enter. I close and lock the door, my eyes never leaving her. I watch as she looks around, noticing new things she didn't see before. I watch as her head tilts. She spots Robbie's coat. She then turns her head to my closed bedroom door. Fuck. She knows.

She doesn't say anything but quickly moves her head and body around the apartment. I position myself in the area between the kitchen and living room. With her back turned to me, I go to speak, but she unknowingly cuts me off.

"I made it home safe, by the way. Mr. Bronson is great." The Y/N speaking isn't the same one as before. It's like every sentence is being spat at me. "Yeah, I'v-"

"Max was still there, so we decided to watch the first Captain America movie. Pretty good. I was pleasantly surprised." Y/N finally turns her head towards me. I'm caught off-guard, so I give a weak smile. Y/N doesn't react, instead turning her head away from me once more.

"We were going to move on to the next movie of the night, but Max wanted to know all about how last night and earlier today was with Liz," Her voice goes stern on my name. "I told her everything. And being like the good friend she is, she wanted to know more about you, like stalk your Instagram and stuff. So she asked for your name, and I told her your name. Elizabeth Chase." She adds in a few more 's' to draw it out.

Y/N finally turns all the way around to face me. "That's the name I told her because that's the name I was given." I know she doesn't know who Wanda Maximoff is, but she's embodying her right now. Or I guess me? Y/N stares at me as if she's waiting for me to speak, but I can't. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

Y/N sees me struggle. "Since you're not on Instagram anymore, your lovely fans have taken it upon themselves to provide fan accounts which Max found. And then it all clicked for Max, and she said, "That's why she looked and sounded so familiar at the coffee shop!"

"Well,could you believe I had no idea what Max was talking about, so she showed me the article about us leaving the restaurant. I'm sure you know the one I'm talking about. The one that was causing your phone to blow up, if I had to guess."

"Y/N." I finally managed to toss it out. She's ignoring me, so I try again. "Y/N-"

"The one your "co-worker" Robbie kept messaging you about." She picks up his coat by the collar balling it in her hand. "Y/N, please." I look over Robbie's coat in her hand. My eyes scan up the sleeves. That's when I see red near the hem of the armpit—dried blood.

"Y/N, stop!" I yell, scaring myself. Y/N, taken aback, throws the coat on the couch before stepping further away from me. We catch a glimpse of each other, tears. Hurt. Y/N raises her finger at me. "You don't get to do that." She sounds like she is choking on her tears. "You don't get to yell at me like that."

She's right. Even though I didn't mean to. I have zero right to be acting this way to her. I take a step forward. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Y/N swallows and looks at me, thinking. "What else didn't you mean to do... Huh? Me?"

I shake my head at Y/N. "You know that's not true, Y/N." Y/N bites back. "Do I? Do I Elizabeth?" Okay, I deserve that. I take a couple more steps toward her. Surprisingly, she doesn't take another step back. "Y/N." I gently reach out to her. She reaches her hands out, gabbing my hands, stopping my movement. She rubs the back of my knuckles, making my stomach do flips. Y/N's soft hands let go leaving me disappointed.

"Were you planning on telling me who you actually are or?" I slowly nod my head. "I was." I think back to me putting on Martha Marcy May Marlene earlier this evening. Y/N looks into my eyes before shifting them around the room. "What is it, Y/N?" I want her to ask all the questions she has, no matter how much it'll kill me inside.

"How long?" Her question confuses me. "How long what Y/N?"

"How long have you been cheating on Robbie?" I feel the sweat of guilt wash over me. That's a sentence that I never thought would be spoken about me. About me! I can feel my heartbeat quicken. Y/N carefully watches how I react. "I nev- I never- umm."

Her eyes go wide as she mutters, "Oh, no." A wave of disappointment comes crashing onto her. I watch her face get paler. "It was me. You cheated on him wi-." Y/N takes a step back, covering her mouth. "With me... Oh my God."

The room goes quiet after the realization between us.

"No, no, shit.." Y/N breaths in preparing herself. After another beat of silence, Y/N finally looks to me. "Wh- What am I to you?" I watch her face begin to break. "Because after this morning, I sure as hell thought I was just more than someone you could fuck behind your fiancé's back!" She removes herself from in front of me. "That's not fair, Y/N." I turn to her.

"Fair! You wanna talk fair Olsen? Fair is being yourself. Fair is being honest. Fair is- fair-" Y/N starts crying and doesn't stop. Y/N drops down to the floor, pushing her knees into her chest just like the day I saw her at the park. I want nothing more than to run to her as she did for me. However, I know that will only end poorly.

I quietly make my way to her, knowing she'll feel my footsteps. Watching her break and hearing her muffled cries hurt. Looking over Y/N, I see red marks along her knees. I swallow down and crouch in front of her. "Y/N?" I scoot myself closer. "Y/N, is it okay if I put my arm around you?" Y/N shakes her head no, and on the inside, it destroys me. But I respect her. So instead, I sit near her patting the floor to let her know where I am.

After a couple of minutes that feel like an hour, Y/N lifts her head, wiping her tears away. She faces me. Her eyes captivate me. God, I want nothing more than to hold her face. I want to kiss her forehead and tell her to trust me. I want to squeeze her and tell her all the most beautiful things.

Y/N POV

Looking Liz in the eyes is something that comes so easy, but I have to stop doing it. Whenever I look into those magical eyes, I want nothing more than to be held by her. I want to see her smile and feel her lips on my face. I want to trust her.

I move my head down, opening my mouth to speak before stopping. I hear Liz breathing. I know she wants to help. So I try again. "W-Why?"

I hear Liz's lips part and gently whisper, "Why, what?"

Fuck, I know what I have to say, but I know when I do, I'm going to be transported back to a place I don't want to go. I tightly shut my eyes, hoping I'm still here when I open them. "Why, what, YN?" Liz asks again. I think she knows, but she wants me to say it. "Why did you cheat?"

I shoot my eyes open to Liz, except that's not who is sitting next to me anymore it's Naomi. And I'm not at Liz's anymore. I'm in Naomi's apartment, my old place.

"We're not seriously having this conversation again, are we?" Naomi gets up from the couch, frustrated. It's the third time I've tried asking her about it this week, but it seems like there is a different excuse every time. Plus, she doesn't care anymore anyways.

I found out almost a month ago, and after the first few days, she did nothing but apologize and tried to tell me that she was not that kind of person. But then she didn't stop seeing the other person. She kept staying out later and later and lying to me. I kept giving her my trust, but at a certain point, she just turned into a different person. Or maybe she was pretending to be someone else all along?

"We're having the conversation because you're not you, Naomi. It's like the person I knew for the last three years doesn't exist anymore."

"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to apologize again? Well, here I'm sorry, Y/N. Better?"

Naomi starts walking into our bedroom. Well, what it used to be. Now it's her room after kicking me into the guest bedroom. I get up to stop her. "Naomi, come on!" I reach my hand out to her knowing it might be a wrong move.

It was. The second my hand reaches her wrist, she turns around, grabbing my arm and shoving me into the wall. The impact of the wall left my side bruised for weeks. The surprise hit allows Naomi time to put her foot on mine, causing me to fall backward. She positions herself above my fragile body. "Don't touch me again!" Her words are like daggers.

"Naomi, please," I whimper out. The look on Naomi is nothing but hatred. I don't know if it's for herself or me. "Just tell me..."

"You just don't get it, Y/N. I'm tired. I got tired of coming home every single day and pretending to love you."

"That's it? Yo-You weren't sacred of our future or- or anything else? You just got tired!?"

"No matter what I say, you don't believe me. Just fucking accept it." Naomi turns away from me and walks into her room, locking the door. I laid on that floor a lot over the last month. Each time it was for something new. It was either Naomi throwing her favorite mug at me. Or being shoved into a wall, But most of the time, it was me being sorry for myself, crying late into the night.

I'm back in the blink of an eye, asking Liz the question. "Why did you cheat?" Liz puckers her mouth in thought. "Are you going to believe me?" Liz softly asks. It's like my brain forgot how to say yes. I want to! But Naomi is inside of my mind. I opened my mouth, not knowing what would come out, but before I could say anything, the bedroom door opens.

Liz POV

"Are you going to believe me?" I want to hear Y/N say yes so fucking bad, but I know this isn't easy. I betrayed her trust. But I didn't mean to, right? I was going to tell her who I am eventually. I watch Y/N open her mouth, but the bedroom door opens before she can get anything out.

I turn to see Robbie come out of the bedroom, and thank goodness he's wearing a shirt, a long-sleeve at that. The second Robbie spots Y/N and I on the floor, he becomes very concerned. "Lizzie, are you alri- Oh, I'm sorry. Is everything okay!?" I mouth Y/N's name at Robbie, but he doesn't see it.

Y/N POV

I knew he was fucking here! I watch the man in front of me walk towards Liz, and he's speaking to us, but I can't hear a thing. I slowly move my head towards Liz. "Shit, I shouldn't be here!" I get up to leave. "Y/N?" Robbie says to himself. "Y/N, wait!" Liz says, reaching out to me. Her hand brushes against mine but misses grabbing me. Oh God, the slightest touch sends lightning through my body.

"No!" I shout, getting closer and closer to the door. I hear Liz get up and come towards me. Thankfully I reach the door before she gets to me. I go to open it, but Liz doesn't stop me. Robbie does. "Y/N, please, wait." I turn myself towards his voice. I look to Liz right behind me, tears in her eyes. Standing where we left him, Robbie.

"Do you mind me asking what you're doing here?" I get angry not at the question but the tone. Robbie asked it in like he's trying to help me. Why the fuck would he want to do that? "I came over the second I discovered who Elizabeth is." Robbie looks at me and then at Liz, confused.

"Who Elizabeth is?" I nod at his question. "She told me her name was Elizabeth Chase, that she was a model, and even though she never said it, I assumed she was single. Stupidly." Liz takes her eyes away from me for the first time since Robbie spoke up. She knows how I'm feeling right now, and the guilt of it all is eating away at her. I can tell by how she can't stop fiddling with her hands. A part of me wants to reach out and comfort her, but I won't.

Robbie's face gets a bit disappointed. But he puts on a brave face. "Lizzie told me about you. Well, not everything, and only after I surprised her here because I saw all the pictures and everything else." Liz turns herself to Robbie. "Robbie." Liz says in a 'stop this' kind of way. I look to Liz's back and then to Robbie.

A weird feeling begins to grow in my stomach, and I don't like where this conversation is headed. "Robbie, have you ever laid your hands on Elizabeth?" Liz and Robbie look at me, shocked. "Y/N!" Liz looks at me with her mouth dropped. That gives me my answer, but I need to hear it. I glare at Robbie. "No. God no, I would never do such a thing." I nod. That's good. That's great!

"Y/N-" "Robbie, why are you here?" I ask, stopping Liz. Robbie takes a second to gather his words. "Well, I waited in London after Liz left me. But a couple of days later, I saw the articles, and I needed to know what was happening between us and with you." Robbie sighs as Liz keeps darting her green orbs between the two of us. Y/N listen-"

"Do you still love her?"

Liz POV

Robbie seems shocked by the question but still answers. "I do." Robbie looks at me. "I do." I feel a small smile forming on my face, but I quickly dismiss it, knowing Y/N is watching us. I know he loves me, and I love him. After our conversation earlier, Robbie and I came to an understanding. We will always be friends and have this connection, but the real love is gone.

"Liz?" I quickly shoot my head towards my Coffee Girl. She called me Liz again! "Yes?" "Do you still love Robbie?" Y/N eyes, like all night, are filling up with water again. I can't lie to her right now. "Y/N, I-"

"Yes or no, Liz."

I take a breath and make sure she is looking at me. I soften my eyes and try to express to her my true meaning behind this.

"Yes."

At that moment, you could hear a pin drop in San Francisco. Y/N swallows and looks at both of us before shifting herself towards Robbie. "Robbie, I truly didn't know Liz was with someone when I met her. I'm sorry for any pain I may have helped cause. You deserve better and more." Y/N points her eyes for a split second when she says, 'better.' While she is in no way wrong, it stings. "You seem like a good person, and I wish you the best."

I watch Robbie process what Y/N has said. "Thank you, Y/N." She nods, turning her attention to me.

"Liz." She stops, trying to find the right words to say. "I want to say that I don't regret the words I've said and the feelings I felt, but that would be a lie because I said them to someone else. I said them to Elizabeth Chase, not Olsen. To the person that is standing in front of me. You are breathtaking, your eyes capture me, and you could be more than what you are right now. There are things I feel like I should say, but I won't. I need you to figure out what you want and need first."

Y/N takes a deep breath in. I can hear the tears in her throat. "Until that moment, I don't want to hear from you."

I find myself terrified at what she is saying. "Y/N no-"

"No text, calls, emails, sexting, nothing. If you decide to stay together, that's great, but don't contact me. I will not be that person that splits people up. I will not contribute to someone else's mistakes and guilt. Liz, you're not her, but I will not be here for someone who reminds me of her. I'm sorry to both of you."

Y/N gives me one last smile. Her first one of the night. "Liz I-." She shakes her head and opens the door. Before she can step out, I run up to her and hug her from behind. I feel the back of her head on my face. I can feel her hair getting wet from the tear streaming down my face. "Y/N, please don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Please don't."

Y/N doesn't respond, but I hear her cries. She grips my hands and peels them off of her waist. "Y/N, please," I beg as she breaks free, walking away from me. I go to run after her, but Robbie comes and grabs me. "Lizzie, stop! Lizzie, you can't." He wraps his arm around my waist. "Y/N!" I shout just as she steps onto the elevator, her eyes looking up to mine.

And then she's gone.

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With a sigh you shut the front door. When you’d seen the small house it had been nice. Old kitchen but in good shape, plush carpets, new air conditioning and a good bathroom. Plus a small cloakroom. A large living room off a small dining room and two reasonably sized bedrooms. It was perfect.

Until the topic of rent came up. With rent at four hundred dollars a month and no furniture there was no way you could make enough to rent the place, buy furniture and cover your other bills. Using all your savings you put the deposit down and tried to find a roommate. You put a notice up at the mall, pool and video store. Steve let you put down the number for Scoops Ahoy and fielded several calls for you. It turned out that even in a town as small as Hawkins. There were a lot of weirdos. During your second round of roommate searching, with less than a week to go to find a roommate, you went to the community pool to post a last flyer on their message board. You jumped when someone reached over your shoulder and snatched the flyer from you.

“Hey!” You snapped. When you turned around and saw Billy, a few of his friends scattered behind him.

“You know putting this up will just get a load of creeps calling you.” Billy said as he looked it over. “Two hundred for rent?”

“I have someone fielding my calls. From creeps… please give that back it’s the last one I have and I can’t afford to get any more printed.” You asked quickly. Billy looked for a moment like he might rip the page in half but he handed it back.

“Just the two hundred?” He pressed.

“I’ve already paid the full deposit. I just need next month’s rent. I have half. Plus monthly expenses. Also some furniture because there isn’t any.” You explained quickly. You hoped that maybe one of the pool workers would pop up and say it was just the deal they’d been looking for. Instead Billy reached into his red Hawkins pool duffle bag and held out a roll of cash.

“Should cover a lot for the rest of the month.” Billy said.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“I’m looking for somewhere to move.” Billy said quickly. The people around him seemed to go nervously quiet.

“You… are? You don’t want to see where it is?” You asked. He frowned at you and pointed at the poster. “Right. All the info is there. Ok… well here.” You took the poster and wrote down the full address.

The day you moved in went quick. Your friends helped and by the end of the day you had managed to move in everything you needed. Once everyone had gone you turned to look at your hard work. You had one side table next to an old armchair that you and Steve had found on the side of the road and you and Nancy had reupholstered. You had one mug which hung from the mug rack in the kitchen. The dining room was empty. Your room had a small wardrobe and a mattress. It wasn’t much but it was a start.

A thumping at the door made you abandon your critical judgement of your new home. Opening the door you found Billy and his friends. “You have no stuff.” Billy commented as he dragged a few bin bags into the hallway.

“Oh. Yeah… I’m sure it’ll be full here in no time.” You said quickly. Billy shrugged and let you lead him to his room off the living room. He dropped his bags, his friends doing the same and then followed you around the house.

Billy seemed to be more set up than you. He actually had a bed frame. By the time he had moved in it was late but he added a coffee table and a tv to the living room and several gym pieces to the dining room.

At first having Billy as a roommate was working well. You had bills covered, he dropped you off and picked you up to do big shops at the mall, the two of you even managed to gather enough dishes to have a full set for two people. But as soon as the first month was over things started to go wrong. Billy was less persistent in helping out and a few times you had scrambled to cover his part of the bills by picking up extra shifts and towards the first year mark of living in the new house you had picked up two more jobs, one at the video store and the other at Scoops Ahoy on the weekend when you had days off from your first job.

“You haven't put in your half of the electricity or the cable bill.” You said irritably. You’d had to press and press for his half of the other bills and while you’d been warned to be weary of Billy’s temper, you found yourself unable to curb your tone.

“I don’t have it.” Billy muttered.

“But you got paid yesterday! How can it all be gone already?” You chastised him. He frowned at you, cigarette in his fingers flicking irritably.

“I had a few days off this month, I didn’t have enough to cover it. Unlike you, I enjoy having fun.” Billy snapped.

“Fun. You are risking our electricity being cut off for some fun?” You said, irritated enough to scoff and roll your eyes at him.

“If you’re so worried about the bills maybe you should walk to work instead of spending a hundred a month on the bus fare.” Billy sounded sharp when he spoke. He seemed to grow bigger in the doorway.

“Walk to work?” You snapped. Your voice had raised and become shrill. Billy raised his eyebrows at you. “I’m working three jobs. I haven’t had an afternoon off let alone a day off in over two months.”

Tears angrily prickled your eyes and you rubbed at them. Billy cleared his throat and stubbed his cigarette out. He tried to speak but you harshly pointed a finger at him and shook your head as you sniffed. You were exhausted. You still hadn’t found a bed frame and you had to get up so early and got back so late you barely slept.

“How much are we short by?” He asked quietly.

“Forty nine dollars.” You said and sniffed, trying to not look emotional. Billy didn’t say anything. He nodded and went into his room. The next morning you got up before him, not hearing the usual rucas of him getting ready and walked across town to the video store. Kevin had said if you got there early he could give you a long shift and you’d have a bonus for helping him check the stock.

“Billy?” You said in confusion when you went into the back and saw Billy. He looked oddly comfortable squashed into the back office with Kevin who was handing him some papers.

“(Y/N)?” He answered without looking up from the papers he was signing.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked dubiously.

“I’m about to start a shift… what’re you doing here?” He asked once he handed the paper work back. Kevin took it and put it in a grey filing cabinet at the back of the office then he shuffled past you.

“He only got the job because he knows you. He better be good at the job.” Kevin muttered. You nodded and promised it would be fine and he left to check the store before he opened.

“You got an extra job?” You asked.

“Yeah. Well. We needed the extra money for the bills right.” He said as he got up and walked over to you.

“Right! That’s great we’ll only be a few days late with the bill.” You said cheerfully, feeling relieved.

“Well… yeah. Also and don’t freak out. But, the pool will be closing in a couple of weeks and won't open again until the summer.” As Billy spoke he crossed the distance between you and put his hands on your arms, just below your shoulders, holding you steady. “Are you ok? Your eye is twitching and you’re breathing kind of weird.”

“The only way I could work more hours is if I don’t sleep.” You mumbled.

“I have an interview at the garage at the end of the mall this afternoon and I found you a bedframe. It’s second hand and a little broken but I think I could fix it?” Billy frowned like he wasn’t sure you wouldn’t slap him. When you let out a relieved sigh he let you go.

“Really?” You asked hopefully.

“Yeah. If I get the garage job you’ll be able to drop one of yours and we can both have time off. You should have said before, I didn’t realise…” Billy muttered awkwardly. You followed his gaze and saw Kevin, Steve and Robin watching from the end of an aisle.

“Thanks Billy.” You said and sighed as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“You’re working at the mall in the afternoon? Maybe I could give you a lift? My gas bill goes up but you can get that massive monthly bus fare way down.” Billy smiled when your eyes glazed over.

“I guess…” You started to speak but trailed off doing the math in your head. Kevin called out to you both to get to work and Billy promised to give you all the details on his car so you could put it into your complex bill planner.

Billy tags:

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#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #bonniebird #stranger things

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Miss Carter/Mr Bell x Teen!reader - just love and patience

How about an adoption situation with Miss Carter and Mr Bell, where they had a similar situation to Cory and Jordan (parents wise), and they're a bit cautious and scared but quickly warm up to them? I just think they deserve some domestic bliss tbh ❤️❤️ - Anon💜

Staring at the two people in front of you, you narrowed your eyes as you watched them slowly walk over towards the waiting area.

“Hey. I’m Steve, this is Mandy, my wife.” He smiled.

You watched them as they sat down and you stood up, walking around the back of the couch.

You didn’t even want to be there, but you had to be, since they were fostering you, and you just happened to be at the hospital at the time they came to pick you up.

Looking at them, you looked at the two officers stood nearby watching you carefully while the social worker talked to the doctor.

“Do you mind me asking why we’re here?” Mandy asked.

“Ain’t none of your business.” You snapped.

The couple shared a look but their smiles didn’t fall.

You scoffed a little and looked towards the officers who were momentarily distracted and you tried to make your move.

Grabbing your bag, you ran straight for the door but you were quickly stopped by the officers running quickly in front of you.

“Not this time (Y/N).” One of them smiled.

“Come on…” you grumbled.

He gave you a small shrug and gestured for you to head back inside so you did.

“We’re not that bad are we?” Mandy laughed nervously.

You glared at them and they quickly looked away much to your amusement.

When it came to getting home, you were given some antibiotics and some strict rules to follow on how to care for the found on your leg.

You were escorted back to the couples house by the two officers who placed an ankle monitor on you.

“Is that really necessary?” Steve asked.

“Yes, she’s to be under house arrest for two weeks. You think her leg was bad, you should see what she did to the other kid.” An officer replied.

You gave a huge grin and shrugged your shoulders as you walked around the living room.

“We haven’t quite got your room ready, I hope the couch will be alright.” Mandy smiled.

You shrugged.

“Whatever, ain’t like I’m staying here for long.” You relied.

You set your bag next to the couch.

They spoke to the officers for a little while longer before setting up the couch for you and heading to bed.

Mandy had to go to work, but Steve had a day off so he would be the one watching you.

You waited a few hours before you finally started exploring the bottom of their home.

It was so clean, something you weren’t used to. Clean and organised, there was a place for everything.

Grabbing your bag, you headed over to the corner of the room and dropped yourself there.

Putting your bag in the floor, you laid down and rested your head on it.

You didn’t sleep that night, so you were fully aware when the two teachers came down the stairs.

They went to the kitchen, and while Steve cooked Mandy came to wake you up.

“Steve she’s not here!” Mandy yelled.

“What?!”

The man came running into the room to help look for you.

You didn’t bother to get up, you simply just watched and listened as they ran around trying to find you.

The only reason they found you was because Steve tripped over your legs.

“Found her!” He called.

He sat up, rubbing his arm as he turned around to face you, giving a heavy sigh as he shook his head, letting out a small laugh.

“You’ve got a real talent for trouble huh?” He laughed.

He stood up and held hand out to you.

“Come on, breakfast is ready.” Mandy smiled.

“Not hungry.”

They sighed and nodded.

“I’ll put it in the microwave.”

Mandy walked away and not long later she left.

You were hiding from Steve, trying your best to avoid it, but when it came to needing to change your bandage you went back down the stairs.

You grabbed your bag and started to go upstairs once more.

Sitting on the bathroom floor, you quickly changed the bandage and stuff the old one into your bag before going back to hiding.

A few days later and you were changing your bandage on the back step, looking at the mostly healed wound.

Shrugging, you decided you didn’t need to cover it anymore and got up and walked inside.

“No, you need to cover it.” Mandy said.

“It’s fine.”

“You heard the doctor, there’s risk of serious infection. Sorry (Y/N), you need to keep bandages on until it’s fully healed.” She smiled.

You groaned and walked over to your bag, and went to grab some new bandages but you had none.

Grabbing an old one, you walked over to the sink.

“What’re your doing?” Steve asked.

He walked over and watched as you soaked the bandage.

“Cleaning the bandage? Do you not do that?”

“No, you don’t reuse them.” He said gently.

“Well what do you do with them?”

You turned to look at him in confusion.

“You bin it and get a new one.”

“But that’s all I have…” you mumbled.

Mandy smiled and rummaged through a draw before holding a pack out to you.

“Here, we’ve got some, it’s okay.” She said.

You looked at it but shook your head and you went back to scrubbing the bandage to try get it to look brand new again.

“You can’t put that back on, it’ll get infected.”

“I do it all the time.” You shrugged.

Mandy walked over, carefully she reached around you and unplugged the sink.

“You don’t have to, here.”

You looked at it and finally you gave in, taking the new one you got given you walked over to the couch and tried putting it on.

It wasn’t like yours which was the perfect size, but this one was way to long.

“I don’t like it…”

“You need to cut it to size.”

Steve laughed and walked over, sitting in front of you.

“Can I?”

You shrugged and watched carefully as he bandaged your wound again and cut all the excess off.

Then he stuck some tape on it and gave you a smile.

You watched as he walked away and you watched them both in the kitchen smile and talk to themselves.

Not once did you hear arguing, there was no fighting or threats.

It was so calm.

They announced that your lunch was ready, and you watched as they took your plate over to you before they sat at the table themselves.

You watched them for a minute before grabbing your plate.

You walked into the kitchen and Mandy looked up.

“Do you not like it?” She asked softly.

You didn’t reply, but you set your plate on the other end of the table that they were on and sat down.

You silently began to eat your food and they smiled at you.

“Hey, do you want to watch a film later?” Steve asked.

“I’m not allowed outside.” You grumbled.

“We can put something on the TV, whatever you want.” Mandy smiled.

You looked up at them.

“Really?”

“Really.” Steve smiled.

You grinned widely, and ran into the living room, sitting in front of the Tv as you you waited painterly for them to come through.

They smiled at you and followed, happy to see you smile for the first time.

You weren’t a bad kid like everyone though, you just needed time to get used them and understand that you were safe and protected.

You just needed to know you could be a teenager, you could make mistakes and not get punished for them.

The couple didn’t know the extent of what you had been through, only a little bit, but they knew all you needed was love, time and patience

#ackley bridge imagine #Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Steve bell #Steve bell x reader #mr bell #mr bell x reader #Mandy Carter #Mandy Carter x reader #miss Carter #miss Carter x reader

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insomniacwriter17 · 11 months

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Saved from the Flames - Chapter Two

“When you’re born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it’s not.” –Richard Kadrey

Billy Hargrove is 9 years old. He tries his best to be the son his father wants him to be - quiet, respectful, and obedient. But Neil just pushes harder and harder, all in the name of raising a “strong man”. When Billy is removed from his father’s custody and placed in foster care, it takes some time for him to realize his world is no longer burning around him. New experiences, new people, new opportunities all make Billy realize there’s a whole lot more to life than respect and responsibility.

AKA: The story of how Bob Newby became a real life superhero for one little boy who needed saving.

Inspired by this post I saw from @connordax

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chapter one

read on ao3

CW for this chapter: Descriptions of a child being removed from their biological family, slight emetophobia warning.

But because fate was never Billy’s friend, Gabby came back. It was three days later, and Billy had just started to feel like maybe everything would be okay. He’d tiptoed around and been as good as he could for his dad, and the anger in the house had settled and he only had a handful of bruises left to show for it.

Billy wasn’t sure how everything had happened – it’d gone down so fast. One minute, he and his dad were sitting down at the kitchen table, their dinner in front of them. The next, the doorbell rang and Neil left to answer it. There was a hushed conversation Billy couldn’t quite hear, and he tried to focus on the grilled cheese sandwich in front of him. After a few minutes, a lady appeared in the doorway, one Billy had only seen once before.

“Hi Billy, do you remember me?” Gabby asked, waving at the blonde. Billy nodded, an uncomfortable feeling growing in his stomach.

“You’re the social worker,” he murmured. “You came here to talk to me.”

“I did,” Gabby nodded, moving to kneel beside the table. “Do you remember how I told you it was my job to keep kids in Hawkins safe?”

“Yes ma’am,” Billy whispered. “Where’s my dad?” he asked, voice shaky. He wanted to pull away from her, but there was nowhere to go.

“Billy, I need you to listen to me,” Gabby’s voice had gotten very serious, and Billy couldn’t do anything but nod. “Your dad’s not doing his job to keep you safe, so we’re going to take you somewhere safe, okay? You and me, we’re going to go pack a bag like you’re going to a sleepover, and we’re going to take you somewhere safe for the night.”

Billy’s whole body went cold, and what little bit of food was in his stomach was making him feel like he wanted to throw up. “No, I want my dad,” he whimpered, sliding off the chair and heading for the living room. “Dad?!”

“Billy, please, stay in here,” Gabby called, getting up to follow him, but Billy was quicker. The front door was open, Neil nowhere in sight.

“Get your hands off of me!” Billy heard his dad yell out front, and Billy raced to the door. He froze on the porch, breath caught in his throat as he watched two police officers wrestling his dad into the back of a police car.

“Dad! Daddy!” Billy shrieked, breaking into a run across the yard. Neil’s head shot up, still fighting against the officer’s hands. “Daddy, no!” He was crying now, which he knew his dad wouldn’t like, but Billy was scared.

He didn’t know what he wanted his dad to say, but hearing his dad growl, “This is your fault, William,” was not it. Billy froze a few steps away from his dad, eyes wide. A moment later he felt hands on his shoulder, and Gabby was leading him back to the house. Billy tried to fight against her, to pull away, but Gabby was stronger.

“Billy, I know you’re scared,” she tried to soothe once they were back in the house, the front door closed behind her. Billy’s eyes were fixed on the window – even though he couldn’t see anything from his current angle right now, he couldn’t look away. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“Is my dad going to jail?” Billy whispered, chin trembling. Gabby sighed, quiet for a moment, before she nodded. Slowly, she knelt on the ground in front of Billy so she was eye-level with him.

“What your dad was doing to you is not nice,” she explained. “The adult word for it is abuse. Do you know what that means?” Billy shook his head, which made a few rogue tears fall from his eyes and down his cheeks.

“It means that he isn’t doing his job as a dad,” she tried to tell him. “Like when he hits you or locks you in your room. Dads aren’t supposed to do that. It hurts you, doesn’t it?” she asked, and Billy nodded mutely, quiet sobs hitching his shoulders despite how hard he tried to stop. “Dads are supposed to feed you and make sure you have all the things you need. They take you to the doctor when you’re sick and they make sure you go to school and get so smart,” Gabby continued. “Your dad isn’t doing that.”

“But he’s my dad,” Billy whimpered, bringing his hand up to wipe at his nose. “I don’t want to leave him! He’ll be mad.”

“He’s not allowed to keep hurting you, Billy,” Gabby insisted. “Your dad is going to get a social worker – someone like me – and they’re going to try and teach him how to be better for you. But until then, we need to take you somewhere safe where someone can take care of you until your dad is able to. Do you understand?”

Billy was quiet, contemplating. “I don’t know anywhere safe,” he whispered finally, looking at Gabby with tearfilled eyes. “All I have is my dad.”

Gabby’s face softened, and she reached her hand out to place it on Billy’s shoulder. “I have a friend, his name is Bob. He’s so nice, and so funny, and he’s offered to let you stay with him until your dad can.”

“Why?” Billy’s voice trembled.

“Why what?” Gabby cocked her head to the side, watching as Billy shrugged.

“Why’d Mr. Bob offer to take care of me?” Billy asked after a second. “Does he know my dad?”

Gabby shook her head. “Bob’s someone we call a foster parent. It means that he has gone through classes and has let someone teach him how to take care of kids in situations like yours. He’s got a bedroom for you to stay in, he’ll make sure you go to the doctor and school and anywhere else you need to go.” The woman pushed herself from the ground to a standing position, offering her hand to Billy. “Why don’t we get you packed?”

It was a blur. Billy basically sat on his bed, crying quietly while Gabby flitted around the room, tossing clothes and books and his toothbrush into some bags. He only had one duffle bag, so the rest of it was being placed in trash bags. “Do you have anything special you want to take with you?” she asked gently, stopping to look at him. “Like a stuffed animal or a toy?”

Billy paused, chewing his lip before reaching beneath his pillow. He pulled out a framed photo, offering it to Gabby shyly. She took the item, glancing at the picture. It was a photo of Billy and a woman who could only be his mother – the similarities were striking. But instead of asking questions, Gabby simply smiled, placing the photo on top of Billy’s pajamas and zipping the duffle bag. “Did I forget anything, boss?”

Billy couldn’t help but giggle at the nickname, shaking his head. “I think that’s it.” He looked sad again, wringing his hands together in his lap. “Will my dad know where I am?”

“I’ll make sure your dad knows you’re safe,” Gabby promised, turning off the bedroom light as they made their way back down the hall. She closed the front door and led Billy to a white Ford car that was parked in front of the house.

The police car was gone, Billy noticed. That only made him even more nervous, and he slid into the backseat silently, looking at the pile of bags next to him that Gabby was putting in the car. He was trying really hard not to cry again. He was nine whole years old – a big boy! Only babies cried.

But despite telling himself he shouldn’t cry, tears welled in his eyes as Gabby drove away from his house. He didn’t want to go to a stranger’s house! He wanted to be at home, where he knew how to act to keep from being in trouble. What if Bob didn’t like something about Billy? Or something Billy did? What then?

So many questions swirled around in Billy’s brain, and it was making his stomach churn. The feeling only got worse and worse as time went on, and what little food Billy had eaten at dinner felt like it was creeping up his throat. “Miss Gabby?” he called meekly, swallowing thickly. The woman looked in the rearview at Billy, and she frowned at the look on his face.

“What’s the matter, Billy?” she wondered.

“My tummy hurts,” he whimpered.

“Your tummy hurts like you’re nervous? Or do you feel like you’re going to be sick?” Gabby asked, looking between the road and the young boy in her backseat. Billy held up two fingers, a miserable look on his face. “Okay, just take some deep breaths, honey.” This, unfortunately, was not an all too uncommon side effect of her job. “We’re just down the street from Bob’s, and we’ll get out of the car and get you some fresh air.”

Billy nodded once more, keeping his mouth tightly shut as Gabby slowed the car to a stop just a minute later. He was unbuckling his seatbelt and tumbling out of the backseat as soon as the car was parked. A moment later, Billy was standing on the sidewalk and sucking in deep breaths of air as he bent over, his hands on his knees. Gabby was right behind him, her hand on his back in a quiet show of support. “You okay, buddy?” she asked sympathetically, looking down at the boy.

“I’m okay,” he croaked after a minute. His tummy still churned dangerously, but he didn’t quite feel like he was about to throw up anymore. “Sorry.” He straightened back up to a standing position, sniffling.

“Don’t apologize, honey. It’s alright,” Gabby soothed. In front of them, a porch light flicked on and a front door opened, a man appearing in the doorway. Both Gabby and Billy looked up, though Gabby waved and Billy ducked behind Gabby the best he could.

“Well, if it isn’t my good friend, Gabby! What’re you doing out here in the dark, huh? You know the front door works!” The man’s voice floated across the yard, and Billy tried to peek around Gabby’s arm to get a better look. He sounded nice enough.

Gabby chuckled. “Hi, Bob. We were on our way in,” she promised. “We just had a little bit of an upset tummy, I wanted to make sure everything was okay before we got your carpet involved.” She sounded like it was no big deal to be here, which helped Billy feel a little bit calmer.

“Oh, boy. Upset tummies are no good. What can I do to help?” Bob wondered, stepping out onto the porch. Now standing beneath the porch light, Billy was able to get a better look. The man was definitely shorter than his dad, and he was fatter, too. The thought echoed through Billy’s brain – I can outrun him if I need to – and it made him relax a little bit.

He looked nice enough, with kind eyes and a concerned look on his face as he stared into his front yard. “I think we’re okay now, crisis averted!” Gabby insisted before looking down at Billy. “Should we get you inside?”

“Okay,” Billy whispered, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew that question wasn’t one he was allowed to disagree with, it was just to make Billy feel like he had a choice. Gabby’s hand fell to Billy’s shoulder in order to lead him across the dark yard, and Billy walked after her as slowly as possible.

Like it or not, this was happening.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #bob newby #neil hargrove #neil hargrove is an asshole #foster care au #no upside down #billy deserved better #bob deserved better #mentions of child abuse #cw: abuse #cw: emetophobia #ao3 #insomniacwriter17 #sftf

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milkmily · 2 years

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Closer [Steve Harrington]

Steve Harrington x Reader

SUM. You and Steve are in a lovely, happy relationship. But it seems that Nancy still has feelings for Steve and tried to get his attention. You were not happy at all.

This was requested by @holynacholove ! Thank you <3

Steve asked you out the day that Starcourt Mall was on fire. Steve was shaking, nervous, scared even. He looks over at you as you were seeing the fire destroy the mall down while firefighters tried to take the fire down.

"Do you want to go out with me?" He suddenly says. You looked at him and said, "Yes." You moved your hand to Steve's and held it. He pulls you into a hug, tightly hugging you. Steve felt less scared now that he had you wrapped around him. He felt like something came off his shoulders when he said those words to you.

You two didn't go out till a week after what happened. But he was at your place for that 1 week. You would treat him for the wounds he got on his face from the Russians that beat him up while he treated yours too. He didn't go to his place because his parents were out. He didn't want to feel lonely in a quiet, cold house. So he asked if he could stay at your place.

"They are always out." He'd tell you. He even told you stories from when he was a kid and how his parents were almost never with him at his special school events. "My mom and dad were out in some place to celebrate their anniversary when I graduated elementary school. It was only my aunt who went." He told you as he drank the hot chocolate you made for him. "I was crying when I didn't see them sitting on the chairs." He says and you moved your hand on top of his. You rubbed his hand with your thumb, doing small circles. He started to sob and you pulled him into a hug. "You are always welcomed here Steve." You say as you kiss his forehead.

And so, Steve did as he promised.

Steve had so many plans to take you out before he asked you out. He thought of taking you around the mall shopping. He wanted to see you try on clothes and even wanted you two to get matching jackets. Steve also had the idea of sneaking you into the movie theater to watch movies. Also go to the arcades or simply hang around the mall. Robin would tell him to just go for it before it's too late while he looked at you and spaced out.

But now that the mall basically doesn't exist now, he had to switch plans.

And he did them successfully.

He first took you out to eat your favorite food. You two talked as you ate. You'd mostly talk because Steve simply loved to hear your voice. But when he talked, he mostly talked about the kids and how annoying they can be. But he still very much cared for them.

After you two were done, he paid and took you to Family video to rent a couple of movies that you two could watch at your place. He picked a movie and so did you. While renting the movies at the front desk, he saw the huge sign standing near the snack section. "Workers needed!" And a folder of papers. He picked three. One for him, Robin, and you.

At your place, you two sat next to each other, close, as you watched the movie. But the movie ended up being boring so you two talked. Steve brought up memories from when you two worked at scoops ahoy, the happy ones. Like when he first met you. But he also brought in what he loved about you. As he continued to talk, you two got closer. You closed your eyes and heard the phone ring. You groan and excuse yourself.

You grab the phone and say, "Hello?"

After some "no" , "yes", "aha", you hold the phone up and say, "It's for you Steve." Steve takes the blanket off him and goes to the phone. It ended up being Dustin. He was asking questions about girl problems because he got in contact with Suzie again and she didn't sound happy so he called Steve to see if he could help.

At the end of the date, he finally got to kiss you.

Steve was picking up the mess in the living room table that had can sodas, candy wrapper, and the bowl of popcorn. He goes to the kitchen and throws everything away while he puts the bowl in the sink. He looks at you. You were folding the blanket you two were using while "watching" the movie. You placed it on the sofa and grabbed the two glass cups that were on the living room table. You looked at Steve and smiled. He smiles back and cleans the bowl. You go to the kitchen and place the cups in the sink.

"Steve." You called and he turned to look at you. He then felt your lips on his. It was a quick kiss. But Steve wanted more.

He cups your face and slowly pulls you closer to his face. You two kissed as you felt his soapy wet hands on your face. The water drips down to your cheeks on your clothes. But you didn't care, you had Steve kissing you and that's all that matters.

You pulled from the kiss and smiled. "I love you." He says and you kiss his cheek. "I love you too."

He really does love you. He loves you so much that he is scared. He's scared you'll leave him just how Nancy did. He cried for months, trying to figure out what he had done wrong in the relationship to have Nancy call it "bullshit". He simply wanted her to feel better and distract her from what happened to Barbra. And now that She got with Jonathan, he didn't properly apologize for what he did.

As time goes by, he notices that he really did nothing wrong. He tried to help her but she didn't want it. He started to work at Scoops Ahoy after his father told him he had to pay for himself because he didn't go to college. And how grateful he was that he didn't go.

He got to meet you. The uniform was so hilarious but you were the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He thought of kissing you for so long and hugging you close to him. And now, he finally got it. He finally got to be with you. He finally got to have you close to him.

When Nancy heard Steve say those words to you at the Starcourt Mall, something in her broke. She watched as he hugged you and buried his face in your neck. She bit the inside of her mouth and walked over to Jonathan to feel some kind of comfort.

She tried to talk to Steve multiple times whenever she saw him, but you'd be beside him all the time. At the grocery store, at a restaurant, even outside on walks.

Nancy went to Family Video because Mike had been begging her to take him so he can rent some movies. She finally took him and when she opened the glass door, she saw Steve talking to Robin. Robin greets her. Mike hurried to the movies and Nancy simply stood at the door. She looks at Steve and Steve looks at her. He gives her a short smile and continues to rewind the movies that were brought back.

She walks to the counter and says, "Hi Steve." She says. "Hey." He says back and takes out the type, puts it in its box, and places it on top of other movies. "I see you started to work here."

"I mean, I couldn't go back scooping ice cream at a destroyed building." He says which caused her to chuckle. Mike soon came with his movies, ready to rent them. Robin put his name and house number on the system and Nancy paid. "Well, see you later Steve." She said as she smiled. Steve nods and waves at her. She leaves feeling happy.

When Nancy drove away, you came back from the bathroom. "Hey Steve." You say and Steve says, "Hey babe." You walk towards him and he kisses your forehead. "Oh! I forgot to tell you. Keith told me that he will be bringing in new movies. That we should stock them all tomorrow." You say and Steve nods. "Alright, we'll try to remember that." He says and kisses your forehead one more time.

"Um sorry to ruin your lovey dovey moment, but we have movies that need to be put back." Robin says. You giggled and grabbed the packed movies. You hand them to Steve and say, "I'll stack the new ones tomorrow. You do this."

Nancy came back the next week with Mike. Mike was done watching his movies and was ready to return them and rent more movies. While Mike was getting ready, so was Nancy. She was looking through her closet and she bumped into a pink shirt she hasn't worn in so long. She holds it up and remembers that it was Steve's favorite shirt.

She remembered Steve would say that it was his favorite shirt out of all the clothes she had. He said it was a perfect color and looked beautiful on her. She decided to wear it and heard Mike knock at her door. "Hurry up!" He yelled and she rolled her eyes. She puts on her clothes and does quick touches to her face. She opened the door and glared at him. "Let's go." She says and they leave.

Once they arrived at Family Video, she was greeted this time by Steve. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Hey Steve." She says and he waves. "Hey Nance."

Nancy leans on the counter and starts to talk to him. She brought up memories from high school and the stupid things they did.

And you were listening to it all. You were stocking the new movies that Keith brought in. Nancy brought up the date they went on in high school. "It was my favorite one, I remember it so well." She says. You bit on your lip and continued to put the movies in their sections.

"I'm wearing your favorite shirt." She says as she shows off the pink shirt. "Remember? This one was your favorite. You told me it suited me." Nancy says as Steve fidgets with his hands behind the counter. He just nods, not knowing what to say. It was clear that Nancy was hitting on him. But he had no interest in her.

"Remember Tina's party?" Steve's eyes go wide. You and Mike came back to the counter with his movies. "I was helping Mike." You say and Nancy looks at you. Steve walks over to you and bumps his hands towards yours. He wanted you to hold his hand because that was all he wanted. You locked hands with him and whispered, "I have to put these movies in the system, I'll be with you real quick." He nods and lets go of your hand.

Nancy didn't say anything after you appeared. Once the movies were rented, they both left. Mike thanked you before he walked out the door. Steve looks at you and sees you were looking sad. "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." It wasn't convincing to him. He was about to ask again and the bell rang and a group of teenagers walked in. Robin groaned, knowing it was going to be stressful.

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It happened again. Nancy walked up to Steve while you two were grocery shopping. You went over to Steve's place to see that all he had was cold refrigerated food. "We are going out to buy you some food." You say as you grabbed your bag and the car keys. "It's fine [Name]. We can order take out."

"Nope! We are going." You grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him up from the sofa. He chuckled and cups your face. "Alright let's go." He gives you a small peck on the lips and you two left. Steve took the cart while you read the list you made while the drive to the store. You read it outloud to him and he placed the items in the cart. Fruites, vegetables, a small carton of milk, 10 box eggs and much more.

While you checked the list again, you saw you missed something. "I forgot something. I'll be right back. Here, the list." You hand him the pen and paper. "I'll be right back." You kissed his cheek as he kissed yours too. You went to the aisle and grabbed the cereal that Steve likes. You hurried back and saw Nancy talking to him. You tried to hide, pretending like you were looking at something.

"Steve, I was wondering, what are you doing today?" Nancy asked as she got closer to Steve. He took a step back, seeing that she got into his personal bubble. "I'm out with [Name]. Why?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today. I have nothing to do now that Jonathan isn't here." He cringed and said, "I'm busy. Sorry."

"Steve." He looked up at her and raised a brow. "Do you ever think of getting back together?" Your eyes went wide and walked up to them. You threw the box in the cart. "I'm back." You say coldly. "We have to go. Bye Nance." Steve says and pushes the cart. You kept your distance from Steve as you put the last items in the cart.

The way home, you didn't talk to him.

You felt like crying.

You simply wanted to lay on your bed and cry. Doesn't Nancy get the hint? He's so awkward towards her, how can she not get the hint?

You were putting all the groceries in their place. Steve was helping you and saw how you bit your lip constantly. It was a habit of yours whenever you felt stressed. "[Name], are you alright?" He asked. You simply nod.

"[Name], stop lying. You are biting your lip. What is wrong?" He asked once again, this time sounding a bit harsh. You hated that he knew you so well. You looked at him and said, "I don't like how Nancy is trying to get with you." You say.

"She's seen me basically everywhere with you. Can't she take a hint that we are together?" Steve sees your eyes start to get watery and he cups your face. "Hey, don't cry." He whispered as he kissed your cheek. "Me and Nancy are nothing and you know that. I'll talk it through with her. You can even be beside me when I tell her." He says. All you wanted right now was for him to be closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his body. He smiles and hugs you back. "You're cute when you get jealous. Saw how you threw the cereal."

"Shut up and kiss me or else I will leave right now, Harrington. " You say and he laughed. "Whatever you say." He says and gently kisses you.

"Let's put the groceries back and then we can eat something, yeah?" He says and you nod. "Sounds like a good idea." You say while you give him a short smile.

The whole day, you two were close to each other as you watched Movies that Steve brought from Family Video. All you wanted was to just be close to him.

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