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(MODERN AU) In Your Care - 4

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst // Words: 6.7k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: Nebbia knows her life is about to change all over again, but before she can allow herself to panic about it once more, she needs to be distracted - and there is one person who can help her with that.

WARNINGS: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content (cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal)! Psychological trauma! Sexual abuse/domestic violence! Forbidden foster siblings relations! Horny and damaged teenagers! (Original characters!)

NOTES: This is chapter 4 of my AU series IN YOUR CARE (see Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3). It's set in modern times, there's no magic, just life in its most cruel form. But in this chapter, there's just good old fluffy smut, no trauma whatsoever, I promise. Still, it's NSFW, so proceed at your own risk!

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4

The sun was filtering through the leaves, casting a soft light on the forest floor as Nebbia walked slowly next to Sebastian, his hand holding hers tightly but comfortingly while he led her deeper into the woods, away from the big house and the threat lingering inside. Birds were singing, and it all felt too good to be true.

She threw him the occasional side-glance, glad he was with her, but she could see the tension in his face, how he worked his jaw, frantically thinking of what to do. She was worried too, scared even, but the moment he had helped her to her feet, hugged and kissed her softly before he had grabbed her hand and pulled her after him, her mind had gone quiet, focusing on him, relying on him to be strong for the both of them.

Without question, she followed him, trusting him, maybe blindly and naively, but in this very moment – or ever since she had let him into her heart – she didn't care what it might look like to others. Even after only three months of knowing him, she loved him, they held onto each other's secrets, she needed him as much as he needed her.

And she knew from the bottom of her heart that he would protect her, no matter what, and as dark as the thought was, it comforted her greatly. Inhaling deeply, she squeezed his hand and smiled at him as he met her gaze. His eyes were warm, the sunlight playing in his brown irises, making them glow like amber, but his smile didn't reach them.

She stopped then, stood before him and grabbed his other hand as well as she looked up at him. He frowned. “You worry too much,” she whispered and stepped closer until she leaned against him, chin tilted up to meet his gaze.

“Of course I worry,” he replied, his hands slipping from hers to gently grab her waist. “We have to do something, Nebbia,” he added in a serious tone, his eyes wandering over her face.

She shook her head. “Not right now. Not until the sun goes down and we have to go back. Now we're free, alone in the woods, just us and nobody else, no past or future threat...” Her arms wrapped around his midriff as she leaned her cheek against his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat through his shirt.

He hugged her back with a sigh, holding her tightly in his arms as he rested his chin on top of her head. She knew he was already picturing countless ways of how to handle the situation that awaited them, but she couldn't think about it now. She needed to distance herself from it, completely, for as long as was healthy. It would all come back eventually anyway, be it the nightmares, the panic attacks, or the actual threat, but for now, right here in this moment, she had to have an empty head.

And there was only one way she could achieve that.

“Sebastian,” she mumbled against him, exhaling deeply. “Distract me, please.”

She felt him taking a deep breath, then he pressed his lips to her hair. “Anything for you, love,” he whispered before grabbing her hips and pulling her gently away from him to look at her. She met his heated gaze and licked her lips, feeling the intensity in his eyes breaking through the numbness of her limbs, rushing straight between her legs.

He leaned in and grabbed her face, slowly pushing his lips against hers, and she would have been fine just kissing him in the middle of the forest, feeling his warm breath and his warmer tongue and the urgency in his touch, but he had other things in mind. Leaning away with a sigh, he smirked at her, then turned around and bent over.

“Hop on, kitten, I know just the place for a little distraction,” he told her, and she laughed in surprise before she climbed on his back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He grabbed her thighs and leaned back up. “Hold on tight.”

She pressed herself against him, her lips ghosting his ear. “Where are we going?”

“Surprise,” he just said and started walking, carrying her deeper into the woods.

Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes, taking in his scent and the noises of the forest, from the birds singing so innocently to the wind rustling the leaves, and small animals scurrying away as they passed. For several minutes he walked in silence, his hands holding her legs tightly and occasionally squeezing them affectionately, and she just leaned against him, relaxing more and more.

“We're here,” he then said, and she slowly opened her eyes and looked around, frowning slightly.

They stood in front of a small wooden cabin, old and overgrown and clearly abandoned, the windows smashed in and graffiti markings all around. She slowly slipped off his back and took a curious step closer. He grabbed her hand and stood beside her, watching her as she took in the unusual sight.

“How did you find this?” she asked a little breathlessly. Lost places like this had always been a secret passion of hers. And to see this small house in the middle of the forest, nestled between tall trees and thick bushes, and so close to her home, was exhilarating.

“Stumbled upon it a few weeks ago on one of my walks from work,” he said quietly, smiling as he noticed her excitement. “There are old train tracks behind it that I followed here from town.”

She looked up at him in awe, eager to see it all as she squeezed his hand. “This is so cool!” she breathed before she moved closer to the cabin, dragging him after her.

He followed without question, his eyes on her as she looked through the broken windows, holding her breath in anticipation as she dared a look into the dark interior. “Do you want to go inside?” he asked, nudging his foot against the old door that was barely hanging in its hinges, swaying slightly inwards at the motion.

“Yes!” she said excitedly, and together they moved closer, he was holding the door open to let her go in first.

An old dust smell hit her nostrils, rotten wood and wet spots made the air damp and stale, and the floor boards creaked ominously as she walked into the cabin. There was barely anything in it, just a set of broken chairs piled in the corner and a small table leaning on three legs. Mostly there were wooden crates all around, most of them broken, only one stack almost reached the low ceiling next to an empty bookcase.

Everything looked aged and long abandoned, with cobwebs and thick layers of dust everywhere, but the small open fireplace seemed as if it would last for all the times to come. There was a wide and surprisingly deep mantelpiece on top of it, and Nebbia walked to it and licked her lips as she closed her hands around the edge.

“Lift me up,” she whispered, and Sebastian followed her and didn't hesitate when he grabbed her waist and picked her up like a doll before he sat her on the ledge and looked up at her with a smile.

“How's the view?” he chuckled.

She laughed and looked down, putting her hands on his shoulders as she spread her legs and pulled him between them. His eye level was right in line with her breasts, while she could have put her chin on top of his head. “Most splendid,” she jested and looked around. “So this is what you see every day?”

“Oh yes, loads of tops of people's heads,” he replied with a smirk.

She grinned and moved one hand through his messy locks. “Yours looks really nice,” she whispered, her fingers digging deep and softly massaging his scalp. He hummed in response and leaned his head against her chest, right between her boobs. She felt him inhaling deeply as his arms snaked around her torso and held her close to him.

They stood like that for a while, with only the birds chirping outside and the wind pushing branches against the siding of the cabin. It was a peaceful moment as she listened to his soft breathing while her heart hammered against his ear. Without saying anything, he moved one hand over her back and under her top, his warm fingers caressing her bare skin tenderly until they fidgeted with the clasp of her bra.

She took a shuddering breath when he eventually leaned back to look up at her, his eyes dark with a mixture of deep adoration and searing desire. He held the gaze as he moved his hands along her sides and slowly pushed her top up. Unable to even think clear under the intensity in his eyes, she raised her arms and let him pull her top and bra over her head which he then put down on the mantelpiece beside her.

Without breaking eye contact, he placed his hands on her waist, his thumbs rubbing circles over her skin, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to the valley between her breasts. She watched him, actually holding her breath, her fingers frozen in the middle of digging through his hair. His kisses were warm and soft and gentle as he made his way down to her stomach, his breath ghosting her skin whenever he moved his mouth to another inch of her body.

The feel of his tongue made goosebumps ripple over her arms and legs, even more so when he started gliding it upwards back to her breasts in long broad strokes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on her tingling skin. She felt her breath quicken as he was so absorbed in exploring and caressing her torso that he had closed his eyes, a sight she adored most of all. His long lashes grazed his cheeks, the hint of a blush spreading over his freckled face as he kept gently licking along her chest until he finally reached the small mounds of her slightly quivering breasts.

She inhaled sharply when he closed his lips around her left one, the warmth of his mouth causing shivers to rush down her spine. He opened his eyes then and looked up at her, while his tongue circled around her sensitive bud, patiently, until she felt it harden against his touch. Then he moved to her other breast and repeated the motion, and she felt herself melting into the sensation of his slow but eager caresses. Her fingers were still buried in his messy locks, and when he leaned back to blow teasingly on her nipples, she mewled and gripped his hair tightly.

He smirked at her before he suddenly leaned up and made her lean forward by grabbing her chin gently so he could capture her mouth for a deep kiss. She almost fell off the mantelpiece if his body wouldn't have held her there. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and she met it with fervor, soft moans escaping her as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the feel of his lips against hers.

When they were both breathless, he leaned away, pressing his lips to her jaw and over her throat and along her neck and back between her breasts. His hands were on her waist, holding her firmly but never too tightly. She watched him move downwards, his eyes closed in concentration as he kissed her abdomen gently. There he stopped and took a step back, and she had to let go of his hair as her hands fell to her sides.

They exchanged a heated gaze, and she only nodded before she propped her hands on either side of her body and lifted herself up slightly, allowing him to pull her jean shorts over her hips. His long fingers undid the button and zipper, and in a swift motion he did as was suggested, pulling her panties along with it. She sat back down on the old mantelpiece, feeling the cool wood on her heated center as he fidgeted to get her clothes over her sneakers.

A smile grazed her lips as she watched him fold them neatly until they found a place next to her top and bra. Only then did he look back at her, his hands running over her thighs as he gently pushed them apart a little more. His eyes wandered from her flushed face down her body until they rested right between her legs.

She should have felt exposed and vulnerable, especially sitting on the ledge with her sex right in front of his face. But he'd seen it so many times, she felt as if he knew it better than her.

He stepped slowly closer, nestling his body between her thighs as his hands moved up her chest to cup her breasts. He continued the journey of his lips, kissing her stomach and her belly button and then eventually, he reached the sensitive skin of her mound, his warm lips only heating her skin up more. A soft whimper escaped her as he rubbed his palms over her hard nipples at the same time as he pushed his mouth to her throbbing clit.

She felt the tip of his tongue poking at the bundle of nerves, and a shiver made her almost flinch against him. He let out a chuckle, the vibration of his voice and his hot breath only adding to the sensations he invoked by caressing her very sensitive nub. Her hands were on his shoulders now as she held onto him tightly in an attempt to control herself under his ministrations.

His hands eventually let go of her boobs and moved down again, sliding along the sides of her body, following the curves down to her rear while he continued to lick and suck until she felt herself getting wetter against his chin that kept rubbing against her folds. Her noises became more frantic, the grip of her fingers must have been painful, but he didn't care, he kept going, focused only on bringing her pleasure.

Yet as she felt herself nearing that much needed release, he suddenly leaned back, his tongue swiping against her agitated nub one last time before he pressed his mouth to her inner thigh, slowly kissing along her trembling skin while she gasped in a mixture of indignation and disappointment. He chuckled again, and she gripped his hair tightly to make him look up. His dark eyes met hers, and the smirk he gave her made her blush even more.

But when he kept kissing along the delicate skin of her thighs, he moved one hand between them and started rubbing his palm up and down her folds, coaxing those sweet moans out of her that made him hum in return. She arched her back and leaned against the wall above the fireplace, her body shuddering under his consistent caresses. Her chest rose and fell faster as she gripped his hair, and when he suddenly pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, she gasped softly.

Because it meant he had moved his face back between her legs, inches away from the needy nub. His gaze moved up to her, and she met it out of hooded eyes, her lips parted and trembling in anticipation. He smiled at her before he pressed his lips back to her mound, planting soft kisses along her heated skin. He pulled her other leg over his shoulder as well and really nestled between her trembling thighs now while she dug her shaking fingers into his locks, holding on for dear life as he continued to stimulate her clit with the tip of his tongue.

More moans slipped from her as she arched her head back, every flick and every kiss and every little bit of sucking causing her to quiver more. He took his sweet time with her, but she felt that tension within her stomach building quickly, and when he suddenly teased a finger against her entrance, she cried out and felt her hips bucking against his face. He leaned back and pressed his open mouth onto her folds as she came with another jerk of her body, her juices flowing freely, the wet slurping sounds almost obscene as he licked up every single drop.

She felt her entire body growing hotter at the sensation, but there was no space for embarrassment, there was only pleasure, blindingly bright pleasure that washed over her with the force of a gentle but fierce wave eager to wipe every sorrow away. Exactly what she had needed. And it wouldn't stop there. As her body went limp in his hold, he kept going, his tongue swiping between her folds and digging deeper, teasing against her clenching entrance.

Her eyes rolled back as she leaned against the wall behind her, boneless and spent, her legs twitching on his shoulders, her toes curled up almost painfully, while his mouth remained focused on her pulsating pussy. She moaned loudly when she felt his tongue pressing into her, the warm soft muscle dipping as deep as possible as he pressed his face to her center, the thrumming hum he issued vibrating through her very core. He worked his tongue inside her, licking and pressing against her clenching walls as his nose pressed right onto her throbbing clit, coaxing more noises out of her raw throat.

The pressure within build once more, and when he moved his hands around her sides until he cupped her ass cheeks firmly, lifting her up slightly, she felt her hips buck again, the tremors rushing through her body and right against his face as she came all over again. In her frenzy she wrapped her legs around his neck and squeezed tightly, unable to control herself any longer, and she felt him groaning against her.

He managed to move his hands under her thighs and pry her clenching limbs away from him before he continued to lick at her release. She was a quivering mess by now, barely able to do anything but lean against the wall, her wetness making it difficult to stay seated on the wooden mantelpiece, but he held her in place now, his big hands holding her legs open as he kissed her warm flesh. Once she came down slightly from her orgasm, he removed one hand and guided it back to her folds.

Nebbia couldn't see it, but he watched her intently as he pressed his lips to the soft skin between her sex and her inner thigh, feeling the tendons twitch against his touch as he moved his fingers over her wet core, swiping through her folds, coaxing those sweet moans out of her while the squelching noises of her wetness made him tremble. First he circled his fingertips around her throbbing clit, feeling her thighs spasm uncontrollably under the motion, then he slid his fingers between her folds and right against her entrance.

She gasped softly as he pushed one finger into her depths, her walls immediately clenching around his digit as he slid it deeper. Caressing her from the inside, his gaze remained on her flushed face, her closed eyes, her swollen and trembling lips. Smiling to himself, he licked his slick lips and kept moving his finger in and out slowly, observing her every reaction. She mewled softly, her limbs twitching, her hands gripping the edge of the mantelpiece so tightly her knuckles turned white.

He retrieved his finger, saw the slight frown forming on her forehead, then quickly pushed back in with two fingers now. She immediately relaxed again and whimpered quietly as his digits stretched her tight entrance. He repeated the motion, moving them in and out, pushing deep and gently spreading them inside her. His face rested against her quivering thigh as he watched her closely, his own breath hitching whenever she issued another soft noise that made his cock strain against the fabric of his pants.

She looked so relaxed, so blissful, so happy, such a contrast to the panicked frightful girl he had chased on her frantic flight just hours ago. Sebastian smiled softly at the change, keeping up his steady rhythm of pushing his fingers in and out of her warmth, eager to hold her in this state of oblivion for as long as possible. She deserved to forget, she of all people. Seeing her bliss had managed to push away his own anger and hatred for the reason why she had needed to be distracted in the first place.

He felt his heart beat faster when he thought back to hearing her horrible tale, seeing her so vulnerable, so fearful, so damaged, had put a dent on his soul, making him form a promise within himself to never let anything bad happen to her ever again. And he knew he wouldn't hesitate to fight anything (and anyone) that came her way and threatened to take away her new-found happiness. With any means necessary.

Lost in thought for a moment, he hadn't noticed that he had increased his pace, mindlessly driving his digits faster and harder into her warm depths, only when she gripped his hair, her body shuddering under his ministrations, did he look back at her, his eyes focusing on her face, contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she furrowed her brows and whimpered continuously. He eased his motions and brought his mouth back to her clit, gently flicking his tongue around and against it until he felt her contractions gripping his fingers.

She came with a long cry, her hips jerking against him as her release sprayed against his face, and he wasn't fast enough to catch it with his tongue as he felt it hitting his eye. Chuckling deeply he pulled his fingers out and licked along her quivering cunt, mindlessly wiping his free hand over his wet face at the same time as he felt her fingers brushing against his cheek. He looked up, one eye still closed, tongue out mid-stroke, as he met her deeply embarrassed gaze.

He leaned away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then stood up fully and grabbed her warm face to pull it down towards him. She met his lips with desperation, her hands moving over his cheeks while she pressed her tongue against his, tasting herself when she pushed deeper into his mouth. Soft moans slipped from both of their throats as they lost themselves in the passionate kiss that was so much more than just a meeting of mouths.

It was a promise, a silent understanding that nothing would ever come between them.

She felt her heart swell under the force of his lips against hers, how he held her face, how his body pressed between her legs and kept her in place, safe and sound as the aftershocks of her many orgasms crashed through her limbs. He didn't care about getting her juices all over him, and even though she was embarrassed, she knew she shouldn't be. He was there for her, no matter what, be it in her darkest hours with her face covered in tears and snot, or whenever she was at her highest and it was his face covered in her wetness, or even in the somber moments in between.

As if reading her thoughts, she felt him leaning away slightly, his lips pressed to her cheek and slowly moving down her neck. His low voice vibrated through her body as she tried to catch her breath.

“No matter what happens,” he rasped against her skin, kissing and licking it breathlessly. “I'll always be here for you,” he kept going, planting open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones. “Protecting you...” She shivered under the intensity of both his words and caresses. “Distracting you...”

Her fingers dug into his hair as he flicked his tongue against her hard nipples. When he reached her stomach, he pressed his lips firmly against it and looked up. “Loving you...” She bit her trembling lip. “All of you,” he concluded and kissed her abdomen once more, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close as he leaned his cheek against her. His warm breath ghosted her tingling skin, and she inhaled deeply as a shudder rushed through her body.

His words sank into her soul, pushing through the darkness, leaving a trail of bright promises, but the deeper they penetrated, the tougher it was for them to keep going until they were swallowed by the shadows consuming her slowly. Doubts and memories crashed over her, and she felt a tear slipping from the corner of her eye.

The way he clung to her stomach made it worse, and she knew he meant well, showing her that no matter what was happening to her and her body and what had happened in the past, he was there for her, but she felt the weight of it all, the implications, those hopeful thoughts of a future she might not be able to achieve. Might not be able to give him. Closing her eyes, she let the tears flow, trying to suppress the shivers of her sobs as she leaned against him.

He could feel her body tensing up and a different kind of shudder crashing through her, and when he leaned up and looked at her, he inhaled sharply and quickly moved his hands back up to her face, wiping at her wet cheeks, trying to console her. “Hey, it's alright!” he whispered, kissing her softly until she opened her swollen eyes and looked at him. “Don't cry,” he added quietly, tilting his head as his eyes wandered over her flushed face. “Don't go there,” he said and tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear as he bored his eyes into hers. “Don't go where I can't follow.”

She blinked at him, furrowing her eyebrows. Confusion washed over her.

A smirk appeared on his lips. “You have a tendency of getting lost in your own mind, love,” he explained and poked a finger against her temple gently.

“So you decided to quote Lord of the Rings to me?” she whispered, her own lips quivering as a small smile crept onto them.

“You're back, aren't you?” he teased and leaned in to kiss her softly. She nodded against him and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He chuckled softly and moved his arms around her to pick her up off the mantelpiece, holding her in his embrace as he kept pressing his tongue against hers. She mirrored his movements, showing him that she was focused on him now, and he felt the tension within him relax a little.

His hands moved under her rear as he supported her weight against him, their lips tangling while he carried her through the old cabin, trying to remember a good place to continue their intimate encounter. He was about to set her down on an old table, but when he did, he kicked against one of its legs, and it immediately fell into itself with a loud creak. She broke the kiss then and clung to him tighter, arms and legs wrapped around him as she looked from the broken table back to him, a quiet laugh on her swollen lips.

He grinned at her and looked around, then decided to bring her towards one of the windowsills – until he discovered that they were either covered in moss or broken glass. Sighing deeply, he considered just taking her right there on the dusty floor, but then she slipped from his embrace, her shoes meeting the ground as her naked body slid along his. She looked up at him as she moved him through the cabin, her fingers eagerly pushing his shirt upwards.

In a swift motion he pulled it over his head while she was already fidgeting with his belt buckle and then the zipper of his pants. He stopped moving, leaning against the wall as he watched her push his pants and boxers down. His chest was heaving as he noticed his cock springing free, yet she still fumbled with his clothes as she crouched in front of him. He had a hand on her shoulder to steady himself while he helped her and stepped out of his pants. When she moved back up, her hands roamed along his legs, her eyes trained on him as her breath ghosted his skin, her face so close to his body it caused shivers to crash over him.

She noticed his shudders, and he could see a smirk playing around her full lips before they were pressed against his thigh, slowly moving upwards. He felt the tension inside his stomach building, and it got even worse when she closed her small hands around his erection, squeezing it gently while she placed a few hot kisses along his hipbones. He grabbed her wrists almost a little too harshly, causing her to look at him in surprise, before she understood what he wanted.

Standing up to her full height, which wasn't much, he quickly placed his hands on the back of her thighs and lifted her up, cupping her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders with eager fingers. He stumbled back a little until he hit the wall behind him, then quickly turned around and pinned her to it, the sudden thud causing dust and cobwebs to rain down on them. They both ignored it, only focused on the feeling of their sexes pressed against each other.

Her hot breaths made strands of his hair fly as she grabbed the nape of his neck to lean back enough to look at him out of hungry eyes, her pupils dilated so much her bright eyes appeared almost black. He mirrored that hunger and leaned in to capture her mouth for a searing kiss while she started grinding her pelvis against his cock. A moan escaped him, and with one hand still supporting her body, he moved the other between them and grabbed himself to press his tip against her waiting entrance.

The kiss slowed as they looked at each other, and when she nodded barely noticeably, he pushed in, feeling his crown sink into her pussy, her walls swallowing him needily as he slipped deeper. She groaned against his lips, her fingers tightening around his neck as she moved with him, her hips pressing against his until he was buried all the way inside her warmth. Her legs twitched around him as he gave her a moment to adjust to the intrusion, his kiss demanding enough to distract her from the initial pressure.

Closing her eyes, she moved her tongue against his, almost lazily circling it, feeling the heat of his mouth and his body and his hands and their connection, and when he started bucking his hips upwards against her, she moaned into the kiss. She felt him slowly withdrawing, her walls clenching around him, before he pushed back in, the deep thrust against her cervix causing her to flinch and gasp. He repeated the motion slowly, deliberately, really straining his body to refrain from just rutting into her.

She held onto him desperately, feeling her muscles contracting already under his careful movements, her heart beating faster as she pressed herself against him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He snaked his arms around her waist and held her close to him as he ever so slightly increased his pace. Her back scraped over the old wall, more debris snowing on her shoulders, but she couldn't care less as she felt him moving within her, pulling out and plunging back in, a steady rhythm that quickly ignited her insides.

Like a wildfire it spread through her body, as moans slipped from her mouth and shivers rippled over her skin. His constant thrusts moved her up and down, the burning friction so intense she had to squeeze her eyes shut until she saw stars dancing behind her eyelids. His groans echoed in her ear, the tension in his body noticeable in every straining muscle that moved against her. She tried her best to mirror his motions, wanting to get him to where she had been before, at the height of all things, with her head in the clouds, forgetting everything.

They fell into a synchronized rhythm, fast and seemingly uncoordinated as he pounded into her, his cock pushing deep in frantic jerks of his hips. Her chest rubbed against his, her hard nipples aching from the friction, but she needed to push this further, so she slammed her hips against him, coaxing deep grunts out of him as he pressed her firmer into the wall, using that position to really piston his cock into her clenching cunt, each stab making her cry out in nothing but pleasure as he hit that spot deep within her, over and over again.

Her vision turned red, then a bright light engulfed her as she arched her head back and opened her mouth to let a long cry fall from her trembling lips. As her orgasm crashed through her, he could feel her contractions and grit his teeth, pushing further and faster, his arms so tight around her he was afraid he could break her, but he was so close, the tension in his stomach almost painful as his balls tightened, he had to keep going, and he did, desperately rutting into her, and with a deep almost primal groan, he thrust into her one final time, burying his entire length deep inside her spasming pussy before he felt his seed spurting out with a force that made his legs tremble.

He grunted as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, breathlessly leaning against her, as he emptied himself inside her, each twitch of his cock sending shivers down his spine. She crossed her feet and dug her heels into his lower back, holding him close, before she moved her hands over his tense back, rubbing soothing circles into his skin until he calmed down again. His hot breath ghosted her neck as he tilted his head, his mind spinning from the intensity of his orgasm.

“I love you,” he rasped barely audible, his body struggling to hold her in his arms, but she clung to him like a little monkey, her back pressed into the wall, holding both of them up, as long as his legs didn't give way.

“I love you too,” she replied quietly, her lips moving over his sweaty forehead. He inhaled deeply when he felt her fingers digging through his locks, gently massaging his scalp.

He could have stayed like that forever, buried deep inside her, with his warm seed slowly seeping past their connection, her sweat slick body pressed to his, united under the same sensation of absolute bliss. But with every high came the moment his head poked through the clouds, and that post-nut clarity brought back the dark thoughts this day had invoked in him. Breathing deeply, he held her close, not wanting her to get lost in her own mind again.

His hands roamed her body, trying to keep her distracted for as long as possible. But she eventually leaned back and grabbed his face, tilting his chin up with her thumbs to make him look at her. There was a smile on her swollen lips that made his heart swell. He couldn't even smile back, he just leaned in and crashed his mouth against hers, kissing her deeply, forcing those thoughts down again. She kissed him back slowly, only to gently push his face away and look at him.

His eyes wandered over her flushed cheeks, her own eyes shining bright in the dim light of the cabin. Without another word, she untangled her legs from around his waist and slowly slipped off him, and where he felt a sudden cold streak rushing through his limbs and his twitching cock, she felt empty without him, but wouldn't admit to it. As much as she needed him as close as possible, she also needed to rest as much as he did.

With her hands still on his shoulders, she stood in front of him, her legs trembling and twitching, their combined juices dripping down her thighs. He gently grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, his drooping length pressing into her stomach as he leaned down to kiss her softly. She sighed against him as she looked up at him from under her lashes. Another smile grazed her lips, and this time, he smiled back, watching her closely, looking for any sign of darkness trying to push past her happiness.

His dark eyes were intense as he looked at her, and she felt her knees shaking just meeting his gaze. Her hands moved up his neck until she gently caressed his hard face. The smile faded on his lips, and she knew he was brooding over whatever they should do next, how he could keep distracting her, but she couldn't ignore the fact that the day kept moving around them, hours passed, the sun crawled over the treetops, and eventually they would have to go back.

But not yet. She cupped his face and pulled him down to her before she captured his lips for a deep kiss that kept her occupied for a few more minutes, until she leaned away with another sigh and slipped from his embrace to walk back to the fireplace and her clothes. She heard him exhale loudly as she got dressed again, knowing he was doing the same behind her as the quiet clink of his belt buckle rang in her ears.

“Nebbia.” His soft voice pushed through her thoughts as she zipped up her shorts. Slowly she turned around, finding him fully dressed, slowly walking towards her.

She grabbed his hand and shook her head, squeezing his long fingers as she looked up at him. There was something in his tone that made her anxious. She knew he wanted to talk about what they were going to do about the threat lingering on the edge of the forest, but she couldn't do it. Not yet. Not now. “Hey, can you show me the train tracks now?”

He tilted his head, chewing on his raw lips. “If you wish,” he replied after a moment of contemplating her words. She smiled at him before she dragged him after her out of the dusty cabin and back under the canopy of the trees, the warm breeze making her long hair fly as they walked around the derelict structure, deeper into the woods.

With the birds singing softly around them, Nebbia felt herself relaxing again. Holding Sebastian's hand, she brought it to her lips and kissed it softly as she looked at him. “Thanks for distracting me,” she whispered.

He gave her a dark grimace. “Anytime, darling,” he replied quietly, and she felt her heart beating faster at the sound of his voice. Her eyes wandered over his hard profile, and when she almost tripped over a root on the ground, he caught her with his other hand, and as soon as she was in his arms again, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his jaw until he tilted his head down and captured them with his own, kissing her deeply.

They never made it to the train tracks as yet another urge grew stronger between them. Her carefree laughter echoed through the underbrush when he pulled her down onto a patch of soft moss, their limbs entangling as their hands roamed the other's body feverishly, minds already occupied with more primal needs.

In their heated endeavor none of them noticed the shadow moving between the trees, keeping an observing eye on the two lovers that shouldn't be.

← CHAPTER 3 - // - CHAPTER 5 →

End notes: Ah, how refreshing, finally a good old smut scene again after all that trauma. How long will the idyll last? Well, heh, you probably know the answer to that.

Thanks for reading and sticking to it, even though it's not your typical Sebastian smut story!

[ MASTERLIST ] [ AO3 ]

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy smut #alternate universe #modern au #mysmut #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x mc #nebbia deluca #smut #angst #drama #hurt/comfort #fluff

[thehoneyknight]

Memoria, sketch pages 1-16

(Radiant Arc 10, 3.35)

Note: Excerpts of previous comics appear in this part. Scenes redrawn for ‘Memoria’ are labelled with their chapter and part number. No part of the canon has been changed and the only alterations are visual improvements (for example, a lot of Ch1 looked very simplistic in comparison to Ch3). Enjoy!

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Page 1

Honey- In The Abyss. The light shone down. Calling.

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Page 2

Honey- The light led out. It led to our future.

Pale King- ‘You are the Vessel. You are the Hollow Knight.’

Honey- The light left us behind.

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Page 3

Honey- In the dark. Without future. But not alone.

Alone.

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Page 4

((Ch3.3))

Honey- And alone. The Vessel returned. Blessed by the light above.

((Ch3.19))

Honey- The Vessel was false. It had learned of mercy.

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Page 5

Honey- Of love.

Argent- Bound.

Honey- Of regret.

It learned / to make mistakes. The future was broken.

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Page 6

Honey- We had to find our own.

(Honey- Future.)

((Ch2.26))

Argent- The Palace should be here! Now there are only lumaflies. Meaningless lights… A door leading to nowhere… and a guard made from void.

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Page 7

Argent- What happened here? How…? Can we make it up to you?

We weren’t good enough…

(Honey- to protect…)

Argent- …

Luma- (Tip Tap)

Argent- You think?

Luma- (Nod)

Argent- Let’s look, friend.

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Page 8

(Honey- Our names / We became…)

Argent- The Vessel. The Hollow Knight.

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Page 9

Argent- This statue… How many remember the one it commemorates? Did they have a name? In opening The Abyss they told us they knew they were imperfect. Do they believe they made the right choice? Did they have a choice?

Luma- …

((Ch3.13))

Argent- Sibling,

We’re here to say goodbye. The two of us are leaving the kingdom. Leaving Hallownest, and you. We can’t tell you that we’re sorry, of how we wish we could help. We have to do this. Up there, dreamless in chains, we hope you understand.

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Argent- Goodbye sibling. Goodbye Hallownest.

Luma- (A familiar face / I don’t recognise)

((Ch2.2))

Argent- Focus. Focus. Focus. Why isn’t this working?!?! Raaa!! And now I have no soul left… …

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Argent- Thanks. … This sucks. Focusing… That’s all there is to it… Focus. Out of everything this is the one thing I cannot do- ha! How is it so easy for you?

Is… Is it the void? You are more hollow than me… Is it easier to focus with a mind made from nothingness?

When I focus all I see is light.

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Argent- But I’ll get there, friend! I just need to keep trying. Some time soon I’ll be able to focus, and then I know I’ll be okay.  Thanks for sticking with me, Luma. When I’m no longer bound by lifeblood, maybe I’ll stop holding you back. Until then, well, we have to keep moving forward.

(Honey- Will we be remembered?)

Argent- I don’t want to be forgotten. Like them.

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Luma- Tip Tap

Argent- … Why should it be up to us to remember them? If only you remember me, what would be the point? We have our names- we look for a future- what else is there? What do the forgotten do? Stay in the Abyss?

How did they free us from that place? They have been in that Egg for lifetimes. Their statue in the City is older still… Far older than our freedom…

That light. Those blades. Their void. It was all real, but how can it be so… We are proof of their impossibilities. Was that Vessel no more than a memory? Perhaps that is something worth remembering.

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Argent- Remembering the impossible. That’s us too.

False Knight/Hegemol- !

(Honey- What does it mean to be us?)

((Ch2.7))

Luma- (Tip Tap)

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Argent- Yeah. It’s getting worse. We need to find shelter. We can’t risk getting blown off these cliffs. We’ve come too far to be crushed by nature…

Luma- …

Argent- What about down here…? A cave? Perhaps we can take shelter in here?

Luma- !

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Argent- Ah!

((Ch2.34))

Mato- Taking shelter from the winds, I presume?

Argent/Luma- !!!

Mato- … Oh! You are very welcome to stay!

Argent- … Why?

Mato- … It has been a long time since I last had a visitor, (cont.)

#hollow knight #hk comic #mod sketch

[measuringbliss]

Reading through His Dark Materials (Book 2) 1/2 (Chapters 1 to 9)

Let's keep reading vol 2 of His Dark Materials (the books and saga have completely different names in France lmao)

I read the 1st book in a day, during my first year at university, during classes. It was, like, 3-4 years ago. I read a bit of the first chapter of Book 2 back in September but didn't continue. I'm doing this right now.

So Will meets "Lyra", whose Daemon is named "Pantalaimon"... like Book 1 Lyra. But she can't be Lyra, right? OG Lyra? I remember she followed her father back at the end of Book 1, but... Hmm... I didn't remember Lyra being so wild and like, not knowing how to cook. Huh. *grumbles* But she doesn't have the same surname...

...Is she Lyra's evil twin?

(don't answer questions by the way, it's mostly for myself)

...AND SHE HAS THE ALITHIOMETER.

And she thinks about Iorek (aka the cute big bear). I guess she's Lyra. Huh. Hmm.

(I have to say the town description made me think of Lurelin Village in BOTW, I had the music in my head reading those parts)

CH2

Serafina Pekkala is a lesbian. I feel like she is. She's part of the Lobby. *sees mention of big snuggly ferocious polar bears* god i need a bear... Fra Pavel was mentioned in the first book, right? I remember that name. Mrs Coulter says that Lyra was "conceived in sin and born in shame", what does that mean exactly...

Is the thing with the tree branch something that happened before? Doesn't ring a bell. Huh. (Edit: Yep. It's mentioned at the council later in the chapter. Nice.)

Anyway, Mrs Coulter obviously sucks but I always forget how cruel she is. It was a violent scene. Philip Pullman didn't seem to pull many punches, writing these books.

Lord Asriel's butler "knows him better than any woman ever could"... They fucked. Lord Asriel is an god-killing bicon. We stan! We stan so much! He's done nothing wrong ever.

(Serafina Pekkala is definitely not straight)

So Lord Asriel really fucks, huh? Mrs Coulter, Ruta Skadi, Thorold... Okay, so Lyra's other surname was given to her by Iorik. I guess I can definitely conclude both Lyras are the same characters. Yay!

Ruta mentions circumcision and wow, Pullman really has *beef* with some people... Love it for him.

CH3

It's actually fascinating seeing Will and Lyra interact. Of course she'd look at him weird for suggesting she'd wear jeans...

CH4 (this is the moment I switched from The Matrix score to The Fast and the Furious, it's just a fun tidbit, don't question it)

Quick question/theory: Is John Parry (Will's dad) Lord Asriel? Maybe he found a window to change world and couldn't get back, but that would have certainly motivated him to find a way back, and it would have inspired him to seek other words, and thus question the Church, etc. It would create an interesting parralel between Asriel and Will. I hope Lyra gets to see a picture of the dude and exclaim "Wait a minute...". WAIT, ACTUALLY, THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY PEOPLE WERE MEDDLING WITH WILL'S LIFE. Omg. I should reread the first chapter... *does exactly that* Hmm. Intriguing.

I wonder if those "ha those things are exactly the same in both worlds" (the initials engraved in the stones, what Lyra sees at the museum) are supposed to be hints, or just coincidences, as in, "some things find a way to happen regardless of obstacles" or if I'm supposed to imagine that both worlds resonate so much that they corrupt each other in some way.

(side note: the first F&F score is surprisingly good?)

I was hoping the old guy spying on Lyra would be an ally, but he's described as having penetrating eyes, a pointy tongue, and the word "rot/putrefaction" is mentioned. (I'm reading in French so when I cite the text, it might not be accurate, but if you've read the book you'll know what I mean.)

I'm starting to wonder what's the goal of the alithiometer. Obviously, it has some sort of conscience; is it truly trying to help Lyra? It seems, you know, magical. Godly. Are we going to meet its creator? I mean, if it's G-man, probably at some point, right? Anyway, Lyra, please read the old guy's card. I'm curious to know his name and stuff. Anyway, if the alitiomether is guiding Lyra to help her find John Parry, aka Will's dad, aka possibly Lord Asriel, does that mean the alithiometer is on his side? Well, maybe not. Huh.

I find it interesting that Lyra adopted the name given to her by Iorik. Anyway, Pullman throwing shade at the underfunding of researchers, we love to see it.

I wonder if the Dr. Malone will stay Lyra's ally for long, I got a bad feeling...

The archeologist is raising my "WILL'S DAD IS LORD ASRIEL" flag even higher. Or maybe "the physician". In both cases, I'm convinced John is linked to Lord Asriel. Okay, maybe this is more likely. I'll keep both theories. Was the reporter the old guy that Lyra met at the museum? ...Or one of Will's agressors. That works too.

At this point, I'm begging Will and Lyra to use the documents they have in their possession; Will his father's writing case, and Lyra the old man's card. Anyway, I'm pretty sure the attorney is about to die.

CH5 (we're now listening to Norn9's videogame score)

Lyra and Will's methods of being discreet both have merits.

(I'm annoyed that Norn9's main theme only appears on the main menu; it lasts almost 6 minutes, is pretty great, but you only hear 10 5 seconds of it if you play normally. But I much prefer the next track.)

The cat can't lick its own ear now, can it? ...Can it? Anyway, Will's finally reading the letters!!!!!

After reading them (and finishing the chapter)... Hmm. This man does not sound like Lord Asriel. Huh. I hope Will and John get to be reunited.

CH6

Oh. That's where I'm realizing I kind of don't care about Lee Scoresby but... sure.

A witch wanted to be the dude's wife? She must have been pretty horny.

I was pretty uninterested at first, but the Magisterium planting men in research stations? Now, that's juicy! AND HE ATTACKS LEE?! OH MY GOD OK.

Maybe Grummann's a zombie. I saw that word-drop earlier!! I noticed it!!!!!

Anyway. This infodump is so interesting. Side note: While in English, Book 2 is called The Subtle Knife, in French it's called La Tour des Anges--the tower of angels. So we got a namedrop. Huh. Maybe what the philosophers used to open worlds was said subtle knife?

So Lord Asriel creating a passage between worlds fucked over Citagazze and its world. Huh.

I feel like Ruta is gonna die. Please don't die, I like you.

CH7 (Now listening to La La Land Records's release of the Spider-Man 1 score)

Nooooo give me Ruta back, I need to see her encounter with Lord Asriel...!

Omg. Shifty people are investigating Lyra and Dr Malone? Oof. WHITE EYEBROWS? OMG. LYRA RUN. (This feels like a horror novel.) OH MY GOD THEY NAMEDROPPED WILL AAAAAAAAH LYRA GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. AAAAAEFJZEDIOHJZEOEDPDZKOZEPDZEKOPZDEJZIZEOZEI

oH dear this is terriyfing OH GOD NO LYRA DON'T STEP INTO THE CAR NOOOOOOOO

OKAY THEORY TIME: THE OLD GUY IS GOD. IT'S FUCKING GOD PLAYING WITH LYRA. UGH.

OG MY GOD HE STOLE IT?! HE STOLE IT?! OH MY GOD. OH MY GOOOOOOD. OMG. OH. I CAN'T. I WASN'T READY FOR SUCH INTENSITY. WHAT THE FUCK.

Narratively speaking, removing the alitiomether from Lyra's hands is great because it was starting to become a bit of a cheat code (though I wasn't complaining about it).

Is the book going to end with Will finding his dad? Would be a nice parallel.

So the card... wasn't especially enlightening to me. Oh well. According to Google Reviews, Limefield House has very comfortable beds! Oh but wait, it's situated in Livingston. The one in Headington is strictly fictional. Google Maps does indicate roughly an hour to go from the center of Oxford to Headington so I guess Pullman knew the area pretty well.

GOD. I was planning to stop this reading session but this got so interesting.

CH8

You know what this reminds me of? Ulysse Moore. *nobody reacts because nobody has read those books* Well I have! The first 9 books, I believe. Began with volume 6, then read them all in order. It got really aimless with 7, if you ever decide to read them, stop after 6, it offers a nice conclusion. ANYWAY. DOORS TO OTHER WORLDS. KEYS. SECRETS. PEOPLE WITH FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE. SECRET CLUBS. I'm just now getting why I was thinking of this series this whole time.

Pantalaimon turns into a bear and I swoon <3 Bears <3 <3 <3

I didn't expect such violence, but I remember Iorik's fight in the first book being pretty harsh too. Anyway, Dancing with the Bears just turned into friggin' Saw.

This book is gonna end with Will creating a passage to the land of God or whatever with the knife after having found his father. I'm not sure yet on whether Will's dad will die or not.

Oh, Pullman is shipping Lyra and Will. Okay. Sure.

I feel like the Specters are an allegory for the climate change.

CH9, can't stop, won't stop

OMG MRS COULTER. OMG LORD BOREAL. OMG. CITAGAZZE WAS THE CROSSROADS?!

It's so funny seeing this asshole dump the whole plot to ~Marisa~. "Spectres? We don't have time for this. But I'm still gonna tell you!"

anyway I HATE THIS FUCKING MONKEY OH MY GOOOOOD and OMG IT'S THE CAT!!!! OH NO IT'S GONNA DIE ISN'T IT?! ;-;

Okay I've almost reached 2/3 of the book in one sitting, it's almost 2am, I should eat and sleep for a bit

I hope y'all enjoyed this ridiculous post

#his dark materials #the subtle knife #books #literature

[heyjudemunson]

Freaks to Lovers Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4 - INSOMNIA

or read here!

ch1 - The Hellfire Club ch2 - Pool Party ch3 - Memory ch5 - Princess Leia

Eddie Munson x female!reader

fluffy/angsty

2.4k

tw: none I don’t think (please lmk if I missed something!) but I will tag per chapter as tw appear!

photo from tudum.com

"Hey. Can't sleep either?" a familiar calming voice whispers you back into the present.

"Huh?" You sit up on your elbows.

You didn't realize that whole scene, that infamous Friday night when you asked if Eddie thought you were pretty, had been playing in your head so vividly. You've been staring intently at the ceiling, but it was like you were back in that moment, back at Eddie's trailer a few weekends ago with nerves shot. The smoke, the tears, and the heart-to-heart session all felt like they were happening right now, right in front of you. The whole conversation and scenery were burned into your memory. You played it over and over in your head, looking for an answer for the things just below the surface since Spring Break started over twelve hours ago.

What Nancy and Robin said earlier by the pool, seeing as they were right with the way Eddie looked at you, made you feel like it's been just under the water longer than just tonight. So, your mind has been skipping along the past trying to pinpoint just when Eddie started being weird towards you. Would you call it weird? Probably not. It didn't make you feel weird. Maybe nice? No, nice isn't the right word either. He's always been nice. I mean, it's Eddie. He's literally the nicest person you've ever met.

Whatever the word you were looking for, you were determined to find out when that word first started.

Actually, you may have started it yourself. That Friday night when you thought you were confident enough (and high enough) to earn an answer of attraction out of your best friend- could that have been when all of this started? Or did that question propel everything forward to the past few hours since being at the Wheeler's?

After a couple more hours in the pool, the spring Indiana chill started settling in. Around 2 a.m., Steve called it a night after a few more drinks and went back home. He reminded everyone that he would be back tomorrow, so expect some amazing change of pace. Robin followed Nancy upstairs to her room, giggling the whole way. Though they invited you to join, you opted not to go so you could see if this was all in your head or not.

That left The Hellfire Club in a members-only swim for a bit. Eventually, most of the guys agreed that it was best to go ahead and turn in and get at least a few hours of sleep. There were a few protests from some, but the tired and weary outweighed the playful. The game would continue tomorrow around nine or so. After all, it was only the early hours of Saturday morning. You all still had a whole week left of Spring Break to play this campaign Eddie worked so hard to create.

You changed in the bathroom again into your favorite pair of sweatpants and your long-loved Judas Priest concert tee. It's faded and soft and stolen from Eddie. One night after a heavy smoking session and three-part movie marathon, he offered to let you sleep over instead of driving you home so late. You didn't drive and he was way too out of it to be trusted behind the wheel of his van that late. He gave you his bed and he took the couch in the living room, like the sweet boy he always was to you. You needed something to sleep in and Eddie tossed the shirt to you and a pair of sweats so you could be cozy instead of resting in stiff jeans. Since then, you had claimed the shirt as yours. He always kept it washed and folded in a small drawer with a few of your other things if you ever needed it again. You snuck it out of his house a few days ago so you could wear it this week because it made you feel comfortable.

The ends of your hair were wet and still smelled of chlorine as you settled down on top of the worn-out pillow and gray fuzzy blanket you brought, but never properly rested underneath. The thought of that fateful Friday night quickly crept in and took over that you didn't notice everyone around you had fallen asleep.

Something else you didn't know, Eddie had been watching you since he changed out of his swim trunks as well. He sat on top of his own cover, legs stretched out in front of him, twirling his rings between his fingers. He tried to study you the best he could in the darkness across the room. Luckily for him, the moonlight was beaming in through a small window right around where you lay, so he was able to see that you weren't asleep yet either. You were looking up at the ceiling, deep in thought, heavily concentrated on something he couldn't see.

Anyways, Eddie carefully tiptoes over to you and narrowly misses stepping on someone's arm, Gareth's maybe, before slumping down beside you in a quiet heap. You sit up fully now, crisscross, so you could be more face to face with him.

"Uh, no. I guess not." Your eyes are starting to adjust, thanks to the moon, as his features are slowly coming to light in the depths of Wheeler's basement.

"Me neither." His lips press into a thin smile. He mimics you, twisting his legs with a soft grunt until he's crisscrossing as well on top of your blanket. His knees press against yours awkwardly. "Nice shirt," he points to you. "You have a bad habit of stealin' my clothes."

"And you have a bad habit of letting me steal your clothes," you counter. He lets out a small chuckle.

His face quickly grows unreadable. Eddie takes in a breath before continuing, "Thinkin' 'bout something?" He twirls his skull ring again on his left hand between his finger and thumb of his right. A habit you know he only does when he's nervous.

Oh.

What should you do? Tell the truth? Let's see how that'll play out: Oh yeah, just thinking about that time you basically called me the hottest girl ever to exist. And the fact that you basically undressed me with your eyes at the pool. And that there's this mysterious word between us that I can't seem to figure out. That's all I'm thinking about, really. Nothing major.

"Kinda. But it's nothing important." You pinch at a spot on the knee of your sweatpants, attempting to be nonchalant.

"Didn't seem 'not important' the way you were zoned out. Somethin' wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong." You answer a little too quickly, so his eyes flick up to yours for just a moment. "Promise," you reassure, more steady this time.

"Good," he says curtly.

Eddie has never been one to be at a loss for words. He always has something to say- it was both a blessing and a curse to those closest to him. Though it feels strange, the two of you sitting in complete silence, but it was almost nice. Almost. The only sound is the breathing of everyone else who had already fallen asleep. Thankfully, no one snores. The heaviness you felt for so long was slowly wafting back in.

There's no clock that you notice in the basement, at least not an electric one, but it feels like hours of silence. The moments are ticking by so slowly you're not sure if time is even moving at all. The air between you feels thick. Eddie is never this quiet. You, on the other hand, are too nervous from your memory of that Friday night playing in your head to say anything. You don't want to accidentally let slip that Friday night conversation from weeks ago has been on replay, trying to find something you're not sure is even there.

You're so transfixed by his hands fiddling his jewelry around that you jump when he suddenly clasps his hands together. "Sorry if I was starin', ya know, earlier." Even though he was whispering, his voice was still just as jarring.

"Earlier?" You furrow your brows, watching his face. Your elbows resting on your knees.

He still avoids your gaze. He shoots his eyes back down to his hands, tracing circles on his pajama pants. "Yeah. Uh, outside. Earlier. B- by the pool." Oh.

Oh.

"I did- didn't notice you doin' that," you cough trying to cover up the stumbling of your own words. So he was checking me out and not Nancy or Robin?

Eddie's teeth graze his bottom lip for a split second. "Just didn't want you thinkin' I'm like a creep or somethin'."

"I don't think you're a creep. You can stare at me, I don't care." His eyes widen with a tiny smirk pulling on his lips at that, but still never quite looking at you. "Nope. That's not what I meant to say," your head falls in your hands and you finally hear his famous laugh, only hushed. "I just meant that it's fine. You don't have to apologize or anything about it. Really, didn't even notice."

"It's just-" He takes in a deep breath and rubs the back of his neck.

"Just what?"

"Can you just, like, close your eyes for a sec?" Oh god, what is he this nervous about?

"We're in the dark. I already can't see you that well. What is it?" you ask.

"Close your eyes."

"No, just spit it out!"

Eddie rolls his eyes, clearly frustrated. "Damnit, would you just do it?! Close your eyes."

"Okay! Okay." You oblige and close your eyes, a little skeptical. His nerves are stretching over to you forming butterflies in your own stomach.

"Closed?"

"Yeah." Your heartbeat is a mile a minute, not sure what to expect next. He's never been this nervous about anything. At least, not that you've known.

But only his voice ripping through the total darkness was not exactly what you expected. "You just, uh, god." The desperation he's trying to force away is evident in his voice. Your heart stops waiting for him to continue.

"You just lo- looked really good and I've never seen you wear anything like that, ya know? Outside your normal jeans and tee, I mean. Which, you look good in those too, I'm not tryin' to say you don't. Anyways, I guess I just couldn't take my eyes off you tonight because you looked so damn good in that bathing suit. But I realize now that was probably a little creepy, me just starin' at you so hard, so I just wanted to say sorry if I made you feel weird or somethin' about it." His words tumbling out faster than you thought possible for him. He always spoke too much too fast, but never at this speed. This had to be a new personal record for him.

You're thankful everyone is asleep, thankful for the darkness of the basement. It's hiding the flush that's creeping across your cheeks for the billionth time tonight. "What?" you ask quietly.

"What I said the other night, a- a couple of weeks ago? A-about you bein' the most beautiful goddamn girl in Hawkins... I, uh, I meant that." His hand lightly lay atop yours, feeling electric. Your heart restarts with a jolt, beating faster than imaginable. "I just didn't expect you to be wearin' something- something like that tonight. Caught me off guard, 's all."

So he was thinking about that night, too? I didn't say my thoughts out loud, did I?

You peek your eyes open to see Eddie chewing the inside of his cheek, one hand still on top of yours and the other clutching his guitar pick that hangs around his neck, another nervous habit of his.

"Wearing something like what?" Now you're treading into dangerous waters, daring him to say what you know he means out loud. You want him to confirm your suspicions. Maybe you can finally have the word that has been escaping you.

"You know what I mean." He clutches the pick tighter in his hand, embarrassed he's said anything at all. He only came to apologize, not pour his feelings into something else.

Eddie freaking Munson. The guy who isn't afraid to tell off a smartass at school. The guy whose body is littered with large and decorative tattoos. The guy who could out-drink, out-smoke, out-deal, out-play anyone around. This guy is nervous to tell you that he finds you attractive?

"Ed," you sigh, tightening his hand on yours.

He glances down, eyes landing on your lips. The butterflies flutter harder and you're sure that you're about to have a heart attack. "Just that you still look so goddamn beautiful." He swallows harshly, voice just above a murmur, "Bikini or- or not."

Now you're sure your face is on fire. You gingerly touch your cheek, feeling for flames. He again told you that he finds you attractive. Holy hell.

He leans in slightly, closing the already small gap between you. You can't help but flick your eyes between his and his lips as he inches closer. They look so soft and inviting, but they do nothing to calm the butterflies trying to escape you. You're stuck in place, not daring to move away from what you never admitted that you wanted for so long.

Someone near you, Lucas you think, stirs in his sleep. You glance over, making sure no one woke up to disturb your moment. By the time you turn back to face Eddie, he's released your hand and fiddling with his rings again. Shit, I shouldn't have moved.

"Sorry," he scoots away so he isn't touching your knees with his.

You sigh at the loss of contact. "Hey," you reach out a hand.

"Forget I said anything." Eddie braces his hands on the floor, trying to stand. Great. Your own words are getting thrown back in your face.

"Hey, no. Come back." You place a hand on his knee, forcing him to stay put.

He just looks at you with those deep brown puppy-dog eyes.

"What's up?"

He pulls out of your grip lightly. "Nothin'. I shouldn't have said all that. I just want to say sorry if I made you feel weird. So... Sorry."

You let out another sigh, "Ed-" is all you can manage to get out.

Someone lets out a snore across the room, causing Eddie to pull away further. He swallows harshly, "Uh, goodnight." He shakily jumps up to his feet and strides back over to his spot on the floor. He throws his blanket over himself and lies on his side facing away from you, leaving you alone and dumbstruck with what just happened.

"Goodnight," you say mostly to yourself.

You want to jump up and run to where Eddie was laying. You desperately want to pull him up off the floor and shake him until he gives you an answer. That word that has been escaping you all night was about to make an appearance and he ran away? You had the answer right within your grasp, you just didn't hold on tight enough.

Goddamn it, what the hell was that?

#freaks to lovers #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x female!reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson x reader

[rowanartist]

February fan fiction quotes 2023

"[Izuku] didn't want to sound like he was being a bother. To Hizashi, what that really translated to was: no-one's ever taken my problems seriously before so I won't even try and talk about them. "[ch 4]comment

"It’s like three different cans of Monster mixed together. I think it tastes good.” .... No. [Kaminari] cannot have that. I will not be subjected to the energetic outbursts of a highly caffeinated ADHD powerbank. "[pt 1 of series]convo between Shinsou & Aizawa

"That's it, Zashi. Get it out, you've got it," Shouta encouraged, softly. He knew how stifled Hizashi had been before and how much he needed now to feel heard, and even more, how much he needed to feel like it was okay to be heard. Hizashi had spent too long being asked to be quiet, to tone himself down, to reign it in, and now that Shouta could make him safe, he needed to know it was okay to be loud. "You're so good, you're perfect. Just cry, that's it. You're doing so good, Hizashi... "[X]kinda relatable

"Stay here, with me. Your heads a scary place right now. Let's make it better before you go diving into any bad thought trains, okay? "[X]the CARE!!!

" “Exactly. And that’s okay, that’s fine, no one expects you to always be improving or not have bad days, but you are doing better.” “It might be hard to see from inside your head,” Hizashi puts in, “but I promise we can see it. And I think it’s pretty great.” "[ch8]wish my parents couldsee that simply

"peanut butter blossoms from the fic above "[X]comment

"Not your fault, kid. I’m trying to justify doing something cool by making it sound rational. Grab your stuff.” "[ch3]dadzawa!

" He knows about a dozen different ways people can be in love, thanks to Midoriya and a few hours with a whiteboard, but this is…different. "[X]of course :)

"he quite enjoyed sitting and listening to someone for a while and joining in on the conversation when he felt like it.  "[X]comment

"people can have non-sexual kinks: kinks that they do because they feel nice or relax them or for stress relief, but don’t give them sexual release "[ch20]ponder

#fan fiction #2023 #quotes

[sevengraces]

The Heroes Journey (To Find A Home)

ch1, ch2, ch3, You, ch5, ch6, ch7, ch8, ch9, ch10, ch11, Title Card

AO3 Link

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Technoblade visits the Nether and ignores all his problems. Sometimes we socialize as an avoidance tactic.

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Sorry this is a tad late I had a hectic day lol. Enjoy CW's- Panic attack Spiraling thoughts Swearing Chat Fake cultural traditions and explanations Vague references to traumatic childhood stuff (rip techno) Canon typical references to war That should be everything, let me know if I missed something lol. Reminder!! If the phrase/words are in quotes AND underlined then it is spoken in piglin. The only time in the story that I'll use an underline otherwise is for the death messages in the beginning.

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Chapter 4- Filling In Plot Holes With Cement

    After Wilbur finally left, Technoblade let out an anxious whine.

    Chat mostly stopped their mocking at the noise;

    Why do you cry runt?

    Little pig?

    All good fun

    EEE

    He knows.

    “You’re right, Chat! He knows, there's no way he doesn’t. My voice was all wrong, and I kept speaking piglin instead of overworld! He walked in while I wasn’t wearing my mask!” The piglin hybrid paced anxiously as he ranted.

    “He didn’t say anything about that, but I just, why can’t I keep my mouth shut!”

    The voices quieted themselves in an attempt to soothe the panicking boy.

    You just wanted to be known

    S’not so bad little pig

    He didn’t see your face

    He can’t mind himself, if he had figured you out he would’ve gloated

    He would’ve told

    Techno chuffed and tugged his mask off to pull at his loose hair, “He was so cruel, why wouldn’t he stop? I wanted him to go.” the boy cried to his invisible choir.

    He didn’t mean it

    Wil said sorry little runt

    Just got ahead of himself, he’s too curious for his own good.

    Or for yours.

    “I hate hiding. You know I hate hiding! Why do you make fun if you know I don’t wanna?” the young boy slid against the wall and began to braid his hair absentmindedly.

    Chat snarked,

    They don’t know you hate it

    All they see is a mask of bone demand honesty

    Just reminding not teasing

    Not over this

    Techno tied off his braid, “I know you’re not Chat. M’just anxious right now. Hate waking up like that. Hate it when people call me that.” he mumbled dejectedly.

    You aren’t a weapon little runt

    Just brave

    They only call you that out of fear

    Someone needs to be the villain

    There are worse things you’ve been called.

    He laughed slightly, “I guess you’re right, people have called me worse names. I just, the Blade feels like a title and not a person. I’m only the Blade when I wear the mask. Cause the Blade is what they want to fight with, not Techno. It’s never gonna be Techno, huh Chat?”

    You’re always Techno

    The Blade is just something to hide behind, a safety measure.

    You don’t have to be The Blade or Techno

    You’re runt, not Blade

    “Whatever! I dunno why you guys call me that anyways, I’m not a runt. I’ve got fourteen entire years, Chat! Fourteen of them! I was all by myself, except for you all, for all but three of them! Can’t call me runt if I take care of myself. I fought in a war, even owned the whole world for a day!” the boy groaned and pulled himself up to dress in his armor and leathers.

    Chat laughed at his denial but didn’t reply feasibly.

    Techno slipped into piglin as he gathered his things, “You guys suck, only ever quiet when you’re making fun of me. How did Wil even know where I live anyways?”

    Followed you?

    “But when? Maybe last night, I was pretty tired after Tommy and stuff.” He rolled his shoulders out and placed the mask on once more, “Okay, whatever, today we’re gonna get materials. Are you guys ready for a trip to the Nether? Gotta practice piglin with people that aren’t the voices in my head anyways.”

    Chat cheered and booed in equal measure.

    “Taking that as a yes then. Let’s go boys!” ----------------------

    Techno loved visiting the Nether.

    There were a lot of reasons, really. Maybe it was the heat, or how familiar it felt no matter how long it had been since he had last visited, it could’ve even been because there were hardly any players around. Whatever the reason, Technoblade was thrilled to be back once more.

    The main SMP portal opened onto a man-made platform over lava with bridges arching off in various directions. The occasional ghast flew by and the calls of a piglin sounder echoed in the distance.

    “Okay Chat, we got to get some Netherite. We gotta dig pretty far down and bed mine so any trading will be before that, that way I can practice with the locals and see what’s up nearby.” He nodded decisively to the Chat and headed down towards the main ground by the portal.

    The sounder he had heard earlier was setting up their stands near the lava lake by the portal. He kept his distance for a little while, looking to see if there were any players nearby.

    He didn’t see anyone around and it didn’t look like anyone coming through the portal would be able to see the makeshift market area immediately so he should have some warning in case someone came through while he was trading.

    The boy sighed and unclasped his mask, placing it in his inventory carefully. He picked at the skin around his adolescent tusks absentmindedly. He had quite a bit of gold from Overworld mining and a lot of emeralds in case they accepted that as well. He stepped from the shadows and headed towards the sounder.

    They weren’t a particularly large sounder but big enough to have two brutes. There were at least four piglets and three merchants behind a large table with items spread out from top to bottom. Besides the two brutes watching the entire sounder there was one piglin keeping the runts far from the edge but within the brutes view. There was also a sounder mother speaking with the traders.

    The various sounders he came across during his younger years wandering the Nether had always been kind to him, with a few rare exceptions. They tended to treat him better than players since he looked mostly like a strange piglin. Any difference was typically discarded in favor of being welcoming to strangers. Many had offered him a permanent place but he had refused to accept no matter how kind the invitation. Food was hard to come by on most servers and the Nether was never a kind place to its inhabitants. Even at a young age Techno had known better than to put others at risk for his own safety, so he wandered and occasionally stayed along a sounder for a time, but he never did join.

    Of course he had only wandered the Nether by himself for three of his years, seeing as the first three were spent within his own sounder and then all his years after his sixth he lived in the Overworld.

    So Techno knew to approach without weapons and to ignore the runts entirely. He waited patiently on the outside of the space marked by the brutes, making sure to ignore Chat and keep his desire to fidget with his tusks to a minimum.

    Eventually the sounder mother approached him with a brief wave, he bent his head forward politely and avoided eye contact. “Mother of Sounder, how fare the fire tides?”

    She snuffed, “Stranger Runt by Blood, they warm us still. Have you come for business or aid?”

    His ear flicked in agitation at the continued addressal of Runt but nodded nonetheless, seeing as she could’ve called him Piglet as well, “Merely for business Mother, I have no danger to flee.”

    She chuffed, “We welcome you Stranger Runt.” She stepped to the side and went to speak with the piglets, leaving him to barter on his own.

    Chat applauded him;

    Good!

    Mom is nice.

    Ha, she knows you’re runt still

    EEEEE

    He acknowledged his audience internally but continued towards the merchants silently, except for the occasional chuff or snuffle.

    The merchants were fair with their deals and honest about their excitement to speak with another piglin, even a hybrid, rather than more players with no manners. He was sure they were giving him better trades than they usually would give a newcomer, but he couldn’t be sure if it was because he was the first non-player in awhile, because they thought him a runt, or because he was mindful of his manners.

    Regardless he got the bulk of his supplies easily, getting a hefty amount of golden apples, iron ore, nether gold, and even an enchanted diamond sword that he couldn’t wait to check out.

    Techno left the traders with a genuine, “Wishing you a kind tide!” as he scurried off towards the sounder mother for a farewell.

    “Mother Sounder, your kindness comforts.” he entreated as he approached.

    “Runt Stranger, we hope your winds are safe.” she replied with a smile and waved him out of the area.

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    The piglin hybrid left the area with an excitement that he always gained with the arrival of new things to hoard and an interaction with some fellow piglin.

    “Alright Chat, how’d I do then?” he asked amusedly.

    Good

    GG

    Sounder!

    Friends?

    Shinies!

    Mother is kind and soft.

    Technoblade laughed, “Thanks, I guess. No they aren’t our sounder, they can probably be friends but like, it might be awkward cause they clearly don’t see hybrids much. We did get some more shiny stuff, for sure. She was kind, but how would we even know if she was soft?”

    Chat grumbled,

    Seemed soft to me

    Yup sounds right!

    EEEEEEEE

    Techno shook his head and pulled his mask on before looking for a good place to dig for ancient debris. “You all always think the Sounder Mother is soft, I think you’re soft.” He grinned at their disbelief and let the noise of his head wash over him as he mined.

#dsmp #c!technoblade #c!tommyinnit #c!wilbur #c!niki #c!tubbo #technoblades chat #fanfic #fanfiction #kidnoblade #kid!technoblade au #grace is writing

[volcanofireflame150]

I Am A Survivor

Ch3; Ch5

Chapter 4

I went to join everybody after I recollected my surrounding on where I am, with makeup on, just to see on how everyone else would react to my Emerald Green eyes. But I can’t ever shake the feeling of being yelled at for not being awake at a certain time, I walked into the living room, sat in my chair, trying not to look at anyone. When I looked, it was just the K members, that's right, the group is somewhat divided into 2. EXO M and EXO K, great, now I can bond with half and someday I can do the same with the other half of the group. Kai was the one who sees a major change, "Hey, have we established that it's impossible for us to change our eye color?" "Why do you ask?" asked Sehun. He pointed to my sparkling green eyes, I looked around, "What's wrong with them? I can put my contacts back in." "Wait you were wearing contacts to hide those?" I nodded, Baekhyun asked, "Why did you hide those?" "I can't figure out why I started to hide these to begin with," I said, "I've been told that I can never be loved with these eyes being this color." "So much for being honest with us," said Chanyeol, "We want full honestly." I was shocked, "How can I be if I'm beginning to? Remember what I said yesterday, you are on thin ice, Chan."

After that, no one bothered talking to me, great, I've lost trust from them, I went to the building to bury this hurt that I have caused, I warned them. I went into the dance practice rooms where I walked into seeing 9 guys, one sees me, walks over to me, "You have beautiful eyes, have we met before?" "I'm with EXO," I tell him, "But you look familiar actually. Are you the one that they call Lee Donghae?" "Indeed, I am," he said, we both bowed. Oh great, I'm in the prescence of Suju, maybe this is my time to get some growth, "Hey, I have a couple questions, and it's extremely important." "I might have answers," he said, "But everyone might hear your questions." "How do I tell my group that I'm trying to be honest by giving little piece of information about my traumatic childhood?" "Traumatic? What are you talking about?" asked Donghae. I sighed, "I hid my eyes because someone told that I look like a wh*re for how highly pigmented my eyes are." "Whoa, that's very harsh for someone to tell you that," said Leeteuk, "Did any of the members tell you this?" "No, a woman who is in jail for life told me that," I said to them, "She never loved me for being her daughter, she always abandoned me ever since she thought that she had me wanting to become someone who sleeps with a lot of men." "Oh whoa, that is very heavy," said Eunhyuk, "Are you sure that you are ready for this?"

"Somehow I feel so loved around you guys," I said to them, "I am just as surprised as you all are." I was never this talkative towards my own group, maybe something about them made me feel so protected, Kyuhyun asked, "Would you like to join us for lunch?" "Sure, if you guys don't mind me tagging along," I said. He goes, "I wouldn't have asked if we didn't." "Fair point," I said, "What should I say to my group when they walk in?" "Nothing, let us handle it," said Leeteuk, "You are healing from a traumatic childhood, and we are making sure that nothing bad happens to you. If you feel like you are getting a sense of paranoia, come to us and we will help you out." I jumped for joy, well, inside anyway because I finally have an escape to release this all inside of me, I followed them. Oh shoot, I was spotted by Baekhyun, he shouted, "Yah! Shadow!" "Damn it," I mumbled under my breath, Ryeowook sees my expression change from being full to empty, the guys walked up to me, I asked, "What do you guys want?" "Why are you with Suju?" asked Chanyeol, "They are not your group." "And? They offered me to go with me," I said, "Believe me or not, I am not your property so back off!"

"Wait, we didn't say anything along those lines," said Kai, "We should've rephrased that, guys, she needs to feel a part of this company, leave her alone." "Kai is right," said Siwon, "Leave her alone, she is with us." So off I go with Super Junior, go eat or something along those lines, I kept finding myself looking at the farmlands that this country has. Donghae sees this, "You live in the country or the city?" "I'm from the country part of America, I am always calm when I see any farming material or crop fields," I tell him. Then I hear a song from Josh Turner, called Long Black Train. I sang along to the song, we pulled into a driveway, Donghae opened up my door, "We are doing you a big favor. Natalie kept saying that you have a freak dream of becoming a farmer." I rolled my eyes, "I would rather not hear her name ever again." "Noted," said Siwon, "Can we have your number so we can keep contact with each other?" "Oh, well, of course," I said, then I gave them my only number that I set up for myself. Donghae nods, "We'll be nearby if you decided to join us once you are done with your favorite thing in the whole wide world." I giggled, I kept on walking towards the field of wheat, the owner that owns the land comes over, "Excuse me, miss, but I can't help but asking for your help with my field." "Of course, just lead me to the harvester and header, I'll take it from here," I said to him.

He nods, not arguing with me, I got in the harvester and began to wheat harvest. The smell of wheat is extremely calming for me I really needed this for a while, I was recieving a call from my personal manager, I turned off the harvester, I picked up, "Hello?" "Where are you right now?" she asked, "Your group is waiting for you." "I'm with Super Junior, why do I have to check in with you on what I am doing?" I asked. There was a silent pause, then I hear the CEO, "You are in a field of wheat, aren't you?" "Yes, sir, they dropped me off and the owner of the field offered my help," I said. Then he hung up by saying, "See you later then." Then Siwon messaged me saying, that they are settling on what I should be doing, I'm sorry, I thought I need to tell them on what I need help with, not tell me what I should be doing. I called the manager back, she asked angrily, "What do you want, Kimberly?" "I don't want my own manager, since I am going to be doing my own thing, what is the point? It's not like you get to force me to be in a certain genre of music without my say so," I tell her off, "I'm going remain in the Rock genre until I get tired of it, you don't get to say I can't otherwise, first Natalie now you? What are you, her sister? Or mother? What is going on here?" She was dead silent, the CEO asked, "What were you planning, Manager Belinda?" "Why are you defending her?" she asked.

"Uh, excuse me, do you realize that you talked back to the CEO? The man who can fire you if you mess up on something," I said to her, "As a matter of fact, what happened to the manager that was assigned to me? I do not like this tone with you, Miss Princess." "How dare you speak to someone who is higher than you?!" she asked. I widely grinned on what I just made her do, "I'll hang up now." I hung up and continue to harvest the wheat field, I saw a van pull up and it was my favorite manager the one who assigned to me, she saw on how calm I am being while harvesting the wheat. Once I got done harvesting the wheat, I dumped everything into a trailer of an eighteen-wheeler, I parked the harvester where it was originally, gave the farmer the harvester keys, he thanked me, "Can you take the grain to the mill? I'll pay you half of the money that is given to me." "Oh alright, you don't have to do that, I'm doing this from the kindness of my heart," I tell him. He insisted, "I've heard that you had nowhere else to go, it will be my most pleasure of putting you in my will of getting my farm business."

It surprised me that a farmer is wanting me to look after his farm when he passes, I always wanted to achieve my goal in farming. I called Donghae, he answered, "Hello?" "This is the right number? Am I talking to Lee Donghae?" I asked. He answered, "This is him speaking, Miss Shadow, are you willing to join us?" "I was letting you know that I am going back to the dorm of my group, thank you for letting me relax and become myself once again," I said. He welcomed me, I went to my best friend, my manager, "I'm ready to head back." "May I say this, but you have the most beautiful eyes," she said, "Why were you hiding them?" "I was told that I would never be loved with these kinds of eyes," I tell her, "I was called so many names that this woman kept calling me, she knew every trigger that she inflicted upon me, that woman, I can never forgive for what she has done."

[space-helen]

Back To Vegas - Chapter 4

Words: 1948

Pairing: Nick Stokes x reader

A/N: Case is unfolding now!! I promise there’ll be more Nick and Reader moments in the next chapter

CH1     CH2      CH3     CH4    CH5   CH6   CH7   CH8

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“Y/N?” You looked up from the evidence gathered at Hallie’s house that was out on the table.

“Greg?”

“New DB just came in. Want to join me?” he questioned stepping into the room. 

You looked at Grissom opposite you and he gestured towards Greg “Go. I’ll be ok with this. Catherine will be back in a second anyway.”

You stood and began to leave, Greg leading the way. “You wanna drive?”

“Uhh I think you should. I still don’t know Vegas that well.”

The man laughed “You’ll get to know it soon enough. I’m surprised Nick hasn’t taken you on a tour yet.” 

You got into the car with the man “Well we haven’t exactly had the time yet.”

“I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to come hiking soon and you’re more than welcome to join to.” The man started the engine.

“I’ll ask him later. Thank you”

“My pleasure. So Y/N tell me what sort of stuff are you into?”

The entire car ride was spent talking about your hobbies and getting to know the man, allowing him to talk about the history of Vegas and his friendship with Nick.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make too much of an effort to get to know you. Or come and see you and Nick. I was actually kind of nervous. I knew you were a big part of his life and I didn’t want to scare you away or something.”

“Don’t apologise or worry about it. It would have been nice to get to know you sooner, don't get me wrong. But you and Nick were always calling each other so I feel like I know you anyway.”

“Same to you. He spoke about you a lot, you know. Still does.”

You rolled your eyes “As much as I love the man can we move away from the relationship talk? I feel like I’ve been grilled and questioned by everyone about it.”

“Alright. No relationship talk.” The man pulled into the drive of a house. The police presence around the house was instantly noticeable.

“High profile?” 

The man shrugged “I don’t think so.”

The two of you got out of the vehicle and grabbed your kits, quickly moving towards the house.

“Why so many officers?” you questioned an older looking man by the front door.

“The body is fresh. Found by his kid. He was a professor and writer. The kid said he saw a woman leaving.”

You thanked the man and entered the house, Greg right behind you. The two of you saw a teenager in the corridor with a detective “Hi.” you greeted them.

“Sanders and?” the detective enquired.

“Y/L/N” you replied and stretched out your hand. 

He shook it “Wentz” The man turned to the teenager “This is Steff Nichols, Mr Nichols, the vic’s, son.” He turned to the man “Tell them what you saw.”

Steff fidgeted “I came home from tutoring early and shouted for my Dad. I knew he was in, he never leaves on a Thursday night. He has to be home to watch his favourite show. I didn’t hear a response so I looked for him and came to his room and found him on his bed grasping at his chest. I went to run for my bag and cell phone and saw that someone was running down our drive I didn’t chase her I called nine one one and went to try help him.” he was visibly upset.

“Don’t feel bad you did the right thing.” you re-assured “Have you given Detective Wentz a description of what she looked like?”

He nodded “The best I could.”

“Did you touch anything in the room?” Greg asked from beside you.

“No. My focus was on Dad and… he was gone by the time help got here.”

“Did they touch anything?” Greg asked.

“Nothing. Just the father” Wentz replied.

The two of you nodded. “Stay with the detective alright?” Greg told the kid as the two of you continued down the corridor to the room his father lay.

The room was large and the man lay on the floor next to his bed, far from the door. You took a picture as soon as you entered the room. You slowly approached the body and took more as Greg fell into step with you.

Something caught Gregs eye as he approached the opposite nightstand. “Y/N look” he pointed at a vial on the nightstand as he began to rush out of the room “I’ll ask if they left anything.”

You took a picture of the vial before placing your kit down and picking up the vial. Greg was back with you within seconds “They didn’t even take anything out of their packs. Anything they did was over by the body.”

You read the label and passed it to Greg who now had an open evidence bag. “Potassium.” He sealed the bag and read it through the plastic. 

“These cases are more intertwined than we thought.”

“Is it ok if I call Nick? He said that his vic looked like they OD’d but maybe it was something connected to this? Can you call David to check for puncture marks on Hallie?”

He nodded “You call Nick.” Greg brought his phone out of his pocket and walked to the otherside of the room to make his call. Slipping out your phone you quickly called Nick.

“Everything ok?” Nick’s voice was curious

“Yeah.” you pushed some stray hairs back “I’m with Greg with the new DB. We found a vial of potassium here. I know you said your case looked like a general overdose in a motel but be sure to check for Potassium in her bloodstream. We’ll explain more later.”

“Sure, sure. Ours vic had a pretty big concoction of drugs in her stream. We initially thought she was a long time user but she wasn’t at all. I’ll check again for potassium.”

“Thanks Nicky. I’m just finishing this scene and we’ll be back to properly fill you in”

“No problem Darlin’. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“See you in a bit. Love you.”

“I love you too.” 

With that you hung up the call and turned back around, Greg stood on the other side of the room with a smirk on his face and arms crossed around his chest. “Love you Nicky.” he teased.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face “What? Are you jealous Greggo?”

“Don’t you dare.” he laughed “Let’s get back to the scene shall we?”

You composed yourself “Sure.”

The two of you collected the evidence efficiently and effectively and were soon walking back to the car. Bringing out your phone you checked your messages “Nick says there was potassium in his vic.”

“Right. David said he found puncture marks in Hallie too. This calls for a proper meeting.” Greg slid into the driver’s seat and brought out his phone. He began to frantically tap the screen before locking it and putting it away.

Just as he put it down your phone vibrated and you pulled it out.

“It’s only me.”

You read the text on the screen calling for a team meeting upon your return. 

“I’ll drop the evidence off ready to be properly processed then make my way over to the meeting.” you pulled your seatbelt across as he pulled away from the scene.

“Did Nick tell you about that time he left evidence in his car and-”

“Yeah.” you laughed “He gets pretty embarrassed about it.”

“I would too. It was a rough day.”

“When he told me the story I instantly got second hand embarrassment and it lives in my head rent free now. I’ll never leave evidence in a car.”

The journey was quick and you both leaped out the car. Greg chucked you his keys before rushing inside. You grabbed all of the evidence from the trunk and locked up before following Gregs footsteps inside. 

You quickly dropped off the evidence and hurried to the breakout room. Greg was straight ahead of you at the back centre of the room as you entered. Slipping inside you stood by the door next to Sara.

“I’ve called you here because it looks like all of our cases are linked. Each of them are all linked with a potassium overdose or elevated levels in their stream. Y/N and I just got back from a scene where an older man, a professor and writer was found having a heart attack by his son and he saw a woman fleeing the scene but stayed to help his dad.”

Greg paused and looked around the room before continuing. “We need to find the link between these cases. We’ll all be working together from now on. I want the teams to review all evidence from now on. Finish whatever you were doing and come join Y/N and I with your evidence.”

The group split up and you were soon falling into step with Greg. You spread the evidence out across the table and began to upload the crime scene photos before joining Greg back at the table.

Nick was the first to join you. He placed a box of evidence down on the table and stood beside you. Sara and Grissom were quick on his heels with more boxes. Nick’s hand settled on the small of your back as he leaned forward and used his free hand to sift through some evidence.

Sara got to work looking through all of the crime scene photos and Catherine was soon coming into the room with armfull’s of paperwork.

The team worked effortlessly together. Looking through evidence and moving around the room smoothly, lending knowledge effectively and researching as appropriate.

You pulled out the picture strip found on Hallie and looked over the faces with her in the booth. “This face is familiar.” you showed Greg next to you.

He took the strip from your hands “That’s Shana. The first vic. The teacher.” He held up the strip to the room “We’ve found out first link. Find out how they know each other.”

Catherine took the strip from Greg “On it.”

People began to leave the room, finding new clues and going to research them Greg had to excuse himself to take a call but he was soon returning.

“Sara, Y/N.”

“Yep.”

“New Dead body for you both. Could be connected.”

The two of you were soon leaving. “I never thought something like this would be my first case in Vegas.” you admitted to Sara.

“Vegas is different.” Sara laughed “It’s thrown us all straight into the deep end.”

“You can say that again.” 

The scene was a small nicely furnished home. It wasn’t high end but not low end either. The surrounding houses were full of families. The victim was Tessa Spencer, a woman in her 30s found dead in her living room by her brother. Sara and you processed the scene swiftly.

“Do you have any idea who could have done this? Did she have any enemies?” Sara questioned Tessa’s brother, Julian.

“A lot of people liked her. She was a really good person.”

“I know but you really need to think for us. Is there anyone who would want to see her hurt?”

He sighed. “I know she had a disagreement with our cousin last week. She mentioned it over the phone. The two have never really got on. She’s definitely spiralled over the years.”

“Would you say your cousin is capable of murder?”

“Yeah. Most definitely. They were on trial a couple of years ago”

“Who?”

“Hannah West”

Sara’s head snapped to Julian “I beg your pardon.”

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[give-grian-rights]

Bets Against The Void Ch3

Well. it’s HERE. sorry it’s a bit short, if I fit in the next events then it would well succeed a reasonable amount of words. about 1500, a few words off.  Reblogs fuel me 1000% more than likes. please enjoy and comment any typos ‘n stuff

my askbox is also temporarily turned back on, for this!! after a few days they’re closed, and i’ll hopefully go back to queuing up a bunch...

This is crossposted on AO3

and for Chapter 1, head here

Chapter 4 is HERE!

and @petrichormeraki Hope you didn’t forget about your Whitelist AU :)

Now that they were settled in their boats, Tommy was given a moment to realize where exactly it was he was going. And, oh shit. The builds he could see were bigger than any one solid, finished structure he’s seen on the Dream SMP.

Pockets of strange, purple clumps of spores poked out by the shore, in contrast to the rest of the island. A portion of hte island, too, was covered in the crimson netherrack. It was absolutely insane- Tommy didn’t think he’d ever seen buildings quite like them.

“...Holy...Fuck..” He voiced, breathless.

The brunnette woman in the boat beside his frowned, peering over her and Grian’s own boat. “We’re not exactly a PG server, but I think we’d all appreciate it if you tried to keep your language just a smidge cleaner,” She’d passively comment, eyes narrowing on the blond boy who turned to glare at her.

“Stress, they’re teenagers.” Grian would laugh, before the blond would be given a chance to respond. “I’ve heard Doc’s drunk ranting. We’re definitely not clean.”

She turned, raising a brow at the dirty blond. “Grian, I haven’t heard you say a naughty word, even once!” She chuckled, tilting her head.

“Sure,” he remarked agreeably, “but I was a teenager.”  Giving a small, sharp smile, he turned his head back out to sea.

Tommy, huffing with effort as he continued rowing his and Tubbo’s boat, felt the fight sizzle out. His defenses dropped, too busy looking at the buildings cluttering the island. Masses of structures, all of varying sizes and designs, were impossible to look away from.

As if remembering suddenly of Tubbo’s lack of perpetual vision, he turned, nudging their arm.

Tubbo practically jumped, almost tipping out of the boat. They pulled their arm out of the water, where they’d been contently dragging their arm along, and tilted their head towards their friend. “Huh? Uh- hey! Sorry. I was spacing out. Are we there?”

“Nope,” Tommy shook his head. “But this island looks insane! Seriously, what the hell? How many of you people are there! What the FUCK is this place!” He gawked, turning back towards the Hermits. Considering Stress only gave an exasperated smile, he didn’t feel too bad with his language.

“Our Cowmercial district! Mind the, uh, terrain. We’re in the middle of handling a.. Disagreement.” Grian chuckled, a wolfish grin sprawling across their face. “Just for the principle, y’know?” 

Tommy stared blankly at the back of Grian’s head, the older Brit unphased.

“..Sure, right. But no! What the fuck! I’ve never seen, like, half of those blocks before in my life! What are those buildings?” He gawked.

The strange, shadowery mansion- intricate patterns and overheads marking each wall, with scales on top. A giant chest! With..Eyes? It was twice the size of the community house! He could see four separate beacon lights! At least!

“Tubbo! There’s a- a huge ass chest with eyes! And a fuckin’ mansion, and it’s all dark and shit! Is- is that a cloud made out of glass, up there? What the fuck!” The boat was practically rocking as he cried out.

“Tommy, we’re gonna fall in, Big Man!” They chuckled nervously, grasping at the wooden walls of the boat. “Are all the buildings huge? I bet they are! I heard Hermitcraft servers always have huge builds!”

“Yes, and there’s SO FUCKING MANY! WHAT THE HELL!”

“You’ll be able to see them in time, don’t worry!” Grian chuckled, drawing his boat into the shore. “We have a lot of builds, we’re almost a year into this world. These are just our shops! You’re more than welcomed to pick up something if you need it.” He explained breezily, throwing his legs over the sides as he pulled himself to land.

“We’re sure you don’t plan on staying long, and we can’t blame’ya,” Stress added on, as Grian helped pull her out of the spruce boat. “But we’re sure there’s some necessities you’ll need.”

Grian beside her nodded, pulling up his Tablet. “I have shirts and hoodies that should fit you guys, and some other Hermits would happily pitch in. We have more than enough resources to house you two.”

Tommy, who’d already pulled himself and Tubbo out of the boat, slumped, rolling his eyes. “We’re fine. Thanks.” He tackled the last word on half-hazardly, his lips drawn down into a scowl.

“Mate, whenever your server’s ready, we’re happy to get you back. Or get in contact with your Server Admin now, even. You just need to say the word to X, and he’ll take care of it.” Stress looked over the two, her brows pinched as she looked over them.

What in the Sun’s name is happening over there to leave these two so roughed up? She thought idly, noting it in the back of her mind to bring them potions later.

“C’mon, we can get you more situated later, if that’s fine with you two. You both need to eat, asap.” 

Food. Right. That’s a thing, Tommy pulled his stares away from the towering structures, naturally slipping his hand back into Tubbo’s.

The two Hermits led their way at a slow and even pace, the two teenagers trailing behind. Tommy and Tubbo both were quietly thankful for this. They were less quiet when it came to Tommy’s rambling, incoherent rants from his attempts of describing the District to his friend.

Whatever works to get them on their way, the pair of Hermits agreed, sharing a look.

It was a struggle all of itself, getting them both on track to the bakery. Tommy had poked his head in every building they crossed, with Tubbo going at an increasingly slow pace, trying to allow their Communicator to describe the complex surroundings.

They made it in decent time to the bakery, all things considered.. Tommy’s jaw dropped at the size of it, bright blue eyes surveying the large, detailed replica of a cake.

“What the fuck! There’s- there’s so many blocks! It looks crumblin’ and bitten! What shit! Tubbo! Tubbo the bakery is a giant fucking cake! It looks so realistic! Holy fucking Prime-”

“It smells so good in here, too! Wow! Does this place just sell cake? Is there enough demand, for that?”

“Wh- are those shulker boxes! What! That’s- that’s like, seven shulker boxes! Is that all just for the shit for sale??? What!”

Both of the teens were incomprehensible. Neither Stress, nor Grian, could get a word in.

“Hey! Guys, both of you, it’s alright, yeah? We have plenty of shulkers. Also, Keralis is..Yeah, probably the richest Hermit, so shulkers for his shop isn’t out of the ordinary at all.

All of us have a buncha shulkers. I’ll clear out some of mine, too, for you to have. It’d make setting up a base much easier, I’m sure.”

...Everyone has shulkers. And he’d be willing to let Tommy and Tubbo just..Have some? No way. Tommy gave a look towards Tubbo, and he could tell the other was as perplexed at the notion as he.

“You guys just.. Just have shulkers- I. Yeah. sure. Rooms with diamond armor and fuckin’ elytras lying around..Right.” Tommy took a breath, fist clenched beside him for a moment.

Tubbo, with their hand holding his arm, above his elbow, gave him a reassuring smile before turning generally towards the Hermits direction. “Thank you, like- so much?” They chuckled, sheepishly. “We really don’t need, like, anything like that. We- we should be getting back to our world soon. Hopefully- uh, probably.”

Grian frowned, humming. “Sure, but I think any Hermit that went even twenty-four hours without working on something, would lose their mind. When you go home, you could give them back. Even if you took them home, I promise that it wouldn’t be a big deal.”

The two teens shared a look. The older brit’s word may sound sincere, but they both knew better than to blindly believe someone, other than each other. Tommy shot a glare to the man, eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He scoffed. The dirty blond met his stare, unphased. A relaxed, easy smile remained on their face. Tommy didn’t trust it for a second.

Stress had begun opening some of the shulker boxes, exposing the sweets and goods inside to the starved teens. “C’mon, now.  If you two want to work on some of that later, you can do that. But you’re with us, right now, and it’s time to eat. Grab whatever you’d like, Loves.”

The brunette teen gasped, tugging at the blond boy’s arm. “C’mon Tommy, do you smell that! Oh Void, this place must be lovely! Thank you for bringing us, uh, ma’am! ‘N sir!” Tubbo beams, their smile lopsided.

Tommy glanced around, towards the candy-and-sweets themed furniture in the dining area. Right. Sure. I can deal with this, for Tubbo.

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[simpingforsoftboys]

The Odds of Us All

CH 3 Part 2/5: The Foxes Burrow

You stood beside Kita, facing the starting members of Inarizaki’s team. Your soulmates were pretty surprised to see you here- but that was a given since you may or may not have neglected to inform them that you would be their new manager.

“This is Ushijima Y/n. She was previously Nekoma’s volleyball club manager- I’m sure some of ya’ have heard of them before. They’re Fukurodani’s main rival- aside from Itachiyama.” Kita introduced her formally, before allowing Y/n to say a few things herself.

“I look forward to getting to know you all! Please take care of me.” You said with a bow. Kita nodded in approval at your brief greeting- concise yet polite- just as he liked it. 

“Today’s extra practice for the senior and starting members. So take yer time with gettin settled in. If ya need anythin just ask me or Aran.” A tall male in a #4 jersey strode up to you, a welcoming smile on his lips as he stretched out a hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet ya Ushijima! Welcome to the team!” You accepted his hand and shook it firmly.

“Glad to be here Aran-senpai- but please just call me ‘Y/n.’ Ushijima is my cousin-”

“Course- ain’t gonna lie- made me double take the first time I heard it.” They shared a quick chuckle. “Why don’t ya go talk to the other’s? We’ll be right here after.” Aran stepped away to speak to Kita, luckily you didn’t need to go seek out anyone else to speak to- since someone walked up to you.

*Apologies in advance ya’ll, I’m only an anime watcher so I DO NOT have a grasp on Akagi, Omimi, or Ginjima’s characters AT ALL... so please- if you guys have tips please comment. Also I have no idea if Akagi or Ginjima was raised in Hyogo so I’m going to give them a normal Tokyo dialect for now- but Ginjima will have hints of Hyogo dialect- this is subject to change if I get advice. 

“Hi! I’m Akagi Michinari, you’re new right? How’s Inarizaki so far?” Akagi was fairly cheerful- almost like a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else. Sure, Kita and Aran were plenty nice but they were more like a parental/older brother sort than friendly.

“Mhm, I just got here two days ago! Everyone here is so friendly- I love it.”

“Hey... this is just between me and you but,” Akagi leans forward, hand covering the side of his face like he’s telling a secret, curious, you lean forward to hear better. “It’s kind of refreshing to talk to someone without the Hyogo dialect. Sometimes I still have trouble understanding what people are saying so I smile and nod.” You two look at each other for a good moment before bursting into actual giggles. 

“Me too actually, I was so lost in Japanese literature- so I just pretended to know what was going on when Kenji-sensei was lecturing.” You whisper back- sending the third year into a fit of laughter. The two of you were oblivious to the jealous stares from the nightmare trio, and the curious looks from the others. 

“Haha- I think we’ll be fast friends Y/n!” The libero says, turning to look at the last two people. “Hey Ren, Hitoshi- come say hi!” A super tall, scary dude with a blank expression walks over, along with a stereotypical alt obsessed looking guy. “The super tall one is Omimi Ren- and the grumpy one is Ginjima Hitoshi!” Omimi doesn’t say anything- instead opting to nod in greeting.

“Hey.” Is all Ginjima says, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. 

“Call me Y/n! I was meaning to ask earlier but are there any allergies or food preferences you might have? I was going to bring homemade energy bars but realized someone might be allergic.” 

“Uh, nah I don’t have any allergies.” Ginjima looks pleasantly surprised, though it’s barely noticeable on his face, “I don’t think anyone here has allergies so ya don’t need to worry.” He turns to look at his seniors for confirmation.

“No one has any.” Omimi agrees.

“Great! Thank you... how about food preferences? Any dietary restrictions for you three specifically?” You’re slipping back into your old managerial habits, pulling out a notepad and scribbling down notes. You may not be of any help on the court directly, but you pride yourself on being analytical and taking care of your team. An example of this was how you’d watch Nekoma’s next rival team beforehand, chatting up their players by starting off with simple conversation- and estimating what makes them tick based off their answers. 

“So professional- Shinsuke picked a good one.” Akagi praised, before giving his own preferences (along with Omimi’s), Ginjima spoke after him. Something told you this years team was going to quickly be added to your list of friends.

“What’cha talkin bout over here?” Atsumu slinked over to stand at your side, inserting himself into the conversation. The two third years were unperturbed at his interruption, meanwhile Ginjima looked a little irritated. 

“Just dietary restrictions.” You replied showing him your notebook. “Speaking of which I have to speak to you, Osamu, and Suna about yours. Excuse us-” After politely excusing yourself and Atsumu, you walked over to join the other two.

“Enjoyin yerself?” Osamu questioned in greeting, taking a bite of his senbei cracker. “Never seen Akagi so chatty with someone he just met.” 

“That’s because they were gossiping.” Suna snickered, shooting you a knowing glance. “It was something about the dialect right? He said the same thing to me when we first met.” He laughed at the scandalized/busted expression you wore.

“What d’ya mean?” The vegetable oil color haired twin questioned, tilting his head to the side- Osamu said nothing, content to munch on his cracker. 

“Thank you so much for exposing me.” You ‘thanked’ Suna with a saccharine sweet tone, before answering your faux blonde soulmate. “It’s Tokyo dialect things. That’s it.”

“Oh ok.” He seemed satisfied with your answer, not seeing any reason to doubt you- much to his twin’s, and Suna’s amusement.

“Alright everyone, practice now!” Coach Kurosu called, the gym doors slamming open as he strode in alongside Coach Oomi. “Ushijima- er I’ll just say Y/n yeah? Come over and I’ll give you a rundown on how things work around here.” While the boys began running their warmup laps around the gyms interior, you made your way over to the coaches. “So... says here you were manager of old Nekomata’s team huh? Interestin’ well, it’s the same as any managerial position. Keep the bottles filled, maintain our players morale when you can, and launder the towels and practice jerseys... sound good?” You nodded, already used to the burden of managing a boys volleyball team. 

“Yes, thank you.”

“Oh and here,” he hands you a hefty, sealed envelope. “Your budget for the next two weeks. Anything you don’t spend will be subtracted from the next allowance.” Your eyes widen at the weight of it, but you nod along nonetheless. Money is a friend of yours- the Ushijima’s being a very well off family. “Well the bottles are in the locker room hallway.”

“Right, of course.” Then you left, going to begin the familiar tasks that had somehow become an important part of your daily high school life.

Oomi looked at Kurosu. “Why’d you give her cash? We’re supposed to give her the card?” Kurosu is silent, watching his players with a scrutinizing look. 

“She reminds me of a boerboel.” 

“I don’t follow?”

“I have a feelin that we can trust her.” 

Facts/Trivia

This takes place the very next day after CH3 pt1, ignore the 4d mark on that one cut off tweet please

Tendo has this uncanny ability to tell when someone is trash talking either Ushijima 

Sakusa still doesn’t know that Y/n is Inarizaki’s new manager

None of her soulmates follow her private twitter- or know of it’s existence

Y/n is very efficient at doing laundry/filling water bottles within a small time frame- she has Nekoma vbc to thank for that

Nekoma didn’t have a allowance for their team- so Y/n just paid for everything out of pocket

Yes their budget for TWO WEEKS is about $270 

The only things she can bake well is granola/energy bars, scones, and cookies. Anything else she attempts turns out horribly

A boerboel is a extremely dependable dog breed 

Sometimes when the teachers speak too quickly, Y/n can’t tell what they’re saying so she just stares at them, acting like an attentive student so that they’ll be less tempted to call on her during class

I have no idea how to write for Omimi, Ginjima, Akagi, and both coaches so I’ll just do whatever

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[sashi-ya]

{+18} - Law x Fem Best Friend ♥ CH. 4

♥ Daily living with the Heart pirates crew AU.

♥ Spoilers after Dressrosa Arc. Law´s backstory. Wano kuni arc. 

♥ Female reader. Little physical description. Everybody is 18+, canon ages. 

♥ TW: NSFW, violence. Drama (a lot of it). No further warnings. If you think I should include some feel free to tell me

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Chapter 4.

The plate fell into the floor…  Law showed no emotion at all, he looked at me as the words I’ve just said weren’t ever said. We remained silent for a long minute. I stayed strong, stronger than ever. No more tears. Inside I was broken, I knew he was too…. From the outside I decided to show nothing but a straight face, I was determined. His words have hurt me, and there was no return. Law knew it. 

“Please, let me descend on the next island. A few days and this should be over. Don’t tell the rest of the crew, I’m gonna do it personally whenever we arrive at the next port”. I stated, firmly.  “If that’s what you want, fine”. Said Law, and left the room, slamming the door. 

The moment he was gone, I collapsed over the door. Snapped my fingers. “Silento”, I said, making a silent bubble around me. I screamed, cried, felt my heart break into a hundred pieces. I was a few days away of being alone, alone again. Alone for the first time since I met Law. I was about to leave my whole family, and the person I’ve ever loved the most. 

What about everything we got planned? What about us making the world government fall? What about avenging our families?... what about us?... 

I must have cried for a few more hours until I fell asleep. I was on the floor, with my back resting over the door…

The snow has wet my feet, but I don’t feel cold anymore. I am hungry, but somehow I know I’m not having any food, so I keep walking. My dress is ragged. My plushie, a photo of my parents and a little blue bow are my only companions, my only possessions. I keep walking and walking. Around me everything is blurry. A few people have asked me what it is with me. I don’t answer. My voice is gone, or maybe I’m just too weak to even pronounce a word. 

My tears have dried, I don’t have any more left.  I am alone, I am waiting for my life to end. 

The last thing I ate some days ago was an apple, a fruit, I don’t know. I felt strange after eating it. I don’t really know what it is, but I feel different. 

I get to the shore. Somehow being next to the sea makes me feel better. The waves relax me. Suddenly I am so weak I’m feeling as if I'm fainting… my vision got even more blurred… and the last thing I could see was a little boy coming my way, wearing a white hat and a blanket around him.

“Oi, Oi!!” The little boy with white spots that covered almost his whole face skin and bright grey eyes is now shaking me by my shoulders. He has a little piece of bread on his also spotted hands. “Take it, I’m a doctor, you should eat!”.  I deny the offer with my head. He seems as hungry as me. “I hate bread, you should eat it. For real, I hate it”, the little boy insists until I grab the piece of bread and eat it. It was magnificent… somehow I feel the need for the very first time in days to speak… “Tha… thank you for the.. food. Wh… What is your name?”, I ask the young doctor. He looks at me considering if he can trust me. “Law. Trafalgar D. Water Law”...  

My head hit the floor and I woke up. My face was wet in sweat. The memories of the first time I met Law were replaying while I was sleeping. I gazed at my watch. 11:02 am. Next to me, there was still the plate he dropped yesterday. The smell of the food made my stomach hurt, I got nauseous, so I went to the bathroom right away.  

My reflection showed a pale face, my eyes were irritated and puffier than ever from all of the crying. My head hurt. I tied my hair on a ponytail, I didn’t even want to comb it.  I felt once again queasy, so I knelt in front of the toilet and wait for my sickness to go away. 

A few hours passed until I decided it was time to face my crew. Surprisingly no one has come to see me nor called me or knock on my door. 

When I opened the door, Bepo, Shachi and Penguin fell over me. “What are you doing???” I screamed trying to gasp for air with three of my crew mates crushing me. “Sorry Y/n, sorry!!” Bepo begged for my apology as the three of them tried to stand up. “Y/n, we were concerned, you haven’t left your room in almost two days, you haven't eaten a single time since you came back from the island and Captain remained sitting on your door the whole night. What 's going on??” Penguin interrogated me while helping me to stand up. 

“Guys don’t ask me any more questions; I am going to explain everything to you soon. I’m all right don’t worry. Bepo… do you know how many days will take us to arrive to the next island?”. Bepo looked at me intrigued, but being the good navigator he is, said “no more than two days, why?”. “Don’t worry, I just wanted to know”, I said and walked with them to the kitchen. 

Shachi handed me a plate with some food. I hesitated if I should eat or not, because I was still kinda sick, but I decided to eat anyway. I didn’t want to bother the guys and besides, I had to eat something to stay healthy. I’m going to be on my own soon, I should start worrying about getting food and all that stuff by myself. Eating silently with my sight directed to the food, suddenly I remembered what Penguin said. Law was at my door the whole night?, What the hell was he doing there?… 

A few jokes from the guys made me laugh, and my mood slightly got better until Bepo asked about the new necklace I had, “Ay ay y/n, how pretty is that, where did you get it? Oh, it has a heart, so cute!”. I gave him a little side smirk, that showed more pain than true happiness and told him Law has given it to me as a gift. My friends started laughing in a certain way, that somehow made my cheeks turn red. I asked them to stop, that it was just a friend’s present, and walked back to my room. 

I started gathering all my stuff, putting my clothes on an old bag that I haven’t used in ages. I didn’t include my boiler-suit, it has our Jolly Roger on it, and sadly I wasn’t going to be part of the crew anymore. The blue box of memories also went into the bag. Of course, I was using my silent spell, I didn’t want anybody on the submarine to hear me cry, especially Law. 

On one of the corners of my mirror I got an old photo of my best friend and I the day we visited Sabaody Park, two years ago. We were smiling -pretty weird of Law-, happy. I got a little froggie on my hands, that he has won on one of the attractions for me. I took the photo and sat on my bed, remembering how Bepo got a sugar crush from eating so much cotton candy. In between some tears, I smiled… Nothing ever brings me so much joy than the love and the adventures I’ve been through with my family. 

I began to contemplate what I should do with the necklace. It was already noon when I found the courage to return it to Law. I did want to keep it, yet, it marked the beginning of the end... the idea of having it was making my heart squeeze. 

I knew the surgeon is usually in the control room over the afternoon, he finds the place relaxing for studying new surgical techniques, so I headed there. 

Over the operation control pad there is a big porthole that shows the underwater world. The sound of the water around us with the beep of the sonar makes the room seem so calm. I remained still on the entrance; I was still using my silence spell. Law was asleep over the controls and some books. 

I thought the best way was to take advantage of the fact he was sleeping, I will only have to take off the necklace and leave it right next to him and then, leave. 

I walked to the chair he was sat on and tried to unhook the gold rose chain. “God damn it, this has the best clasp I’ve ever seen, why is it ….”. Suddenly Law grabbed my leg, he was still with his head over the controls, a sleepy face, puffy eyes and almost black dark circles,  looking at me, saying something I could not hear. I snapped my fingers to undo my calm spell and asked him to repeat what he had said. “I was just asking if you needed help, I can give you a hand…”. I nodded and he stood up. 

Face to face, he passed his hands around my neck to grab the clasp of the necklace. Struggling, he got even more close to my face trying to unhook it. 

Having his face so close to mine, made me lead my eyes to his neck, those earrings hanging so sexy from his earlobe, the hair, the beard that garnished his jawline… I felt an instant need to kiss and softly bite his neck, I did not care about the drama, I was leaving this place forever, this was the last time.

I slowly started approaching my mouth to his neck. I placed a kiss so softly, first caressing his flesh with the point of my tongue and then with my lips. I waited for his reaction, he gasped and remained still. It didn't seem he wanted me to stop. So, I proceeded to leave a path of sweet kisses through his neck to his jawline, following it until arriving at the left commissure of his lips, placing one last kiss there until he turned his head slightly to me and looked me in the eyes. I didn't want to separate my sight from his, and he didn't want to either. We kept looking at each other until he grabbed my face with one of his hands and kissed my lips passionately. It felt almost as if he needed to kiss me as much as he needed air to breathe. For this moment I have forgotten how hurt I was, how much pain I’ve been through until some minutes ago.

His skilled hands reached from under the skirt I was using, my sex. He confirmed how aroused for him I was, feeling how wet my panties were. Law turned me around, pushing me softly to the control desk, leaving me with my head and stomach over it, unzipped his jeans, moved away my panties and penetrated me. He did it violently, needy, he was desperate for it. And I was certainly too. 

The surgeon grabbed my hair, pulling my head backwards while pounding me hard. Every thrust made me squirm. We were exposed, anyone could enter the room at any moment, but we didn’t seem to care. What is more, I was enjoying it. The risky sensation that someone could find us during the act, contributed to the arousal that this man was producing on me. His moaning, my groaning, our accelerated breath was heavenly. He was fucking me so hard, I almost lost full control of my limbs, thank God I was holding myself to the desk. 

I was about to come when Law decided to turn me around. He pulled down his trousers and sat on the chair, tapped his lap and said, “Come here”. I sat over his lap with no hesitations, grabbed his dick and placed it inside me. Law put his hands on my ribs and accompanied the bouncing movement I did over him. Up and down, sometimes tracing some circles with my hips, sometimes moving them back and forth.

Beads of sweat falling from his neck, his groaning, him throwing his head back from pleasure, tempted me to put my hands around his throat. Me jumping on his dick and the pressure on his neck must have made him lose control, because a few minutes after he came, hard, inside me, filling me, pushing me to climax soon after.   

We remained like that a few more minutes, feeling each other, enjoying how our breathing was getting slower. None of us wanted to say nothing…

But, reality hit me hard once the arousal was gone, and this time the only thing I could feel was guilt. Again, I’ve lost control of my impulses when it comes to Law, I couldn’t help it, I loved him. But as far as I knew, he didn’t. I hopped off his lap and ran to my room. As I was running I felt the necklace slowly fall from my neck. I didn’t stop, I kept running. Law was behind me, grabbed the heart pendant and said “Wait, please, let’s talk”. 

“Leave me alone…”, I said in between tears, and closed my door. Law placed both of his hands on the door, not violently but almost as if he was begging for me to listen, hurt, heartbroken. “Please, I beg you, we have to talk”... “We have nothing to talk about, count what just happened as a farewell, I need to leave, I can’t stay here anymore. Tomorrow I’m leaving the submarine, forever Law, please emerge whenever we get to the island”, I said choking back tears. There weren’t any more bits of my heart that could break. I hated myself for what has happened once again. I hated him… but I loved him. Law remained silent, but I could hear him sobbing from behind the door. A few minutes after, I heard the steps of his black boots fade away. 

I finished packing everything, and before going to bed I saw a little envelope slipped under my door. I knew what it was even without opening it… Several years ago, Law and I learnt about the vivre cards and how to make them. I gave Law mine, and he tried to give me his, but I denied it. What was the point in having his vivre card if I am always going to be with him? and even if I get lost, he will be searching me with mine either way… I was so sure of never leaving his side, how I’ve planned to live my life always next to him. But plans do not always turn out as we wish. 

I picked up the envelope and it was in fact his vivre card. I could strongly sense his soul, even if it was a tiny part of it. In the little white square of paper, it was written “Law’s”, and it began pointing to the direction of his room. 

I saved it on the blue box of memories and went to bed. 

Morning came and I haven’t slept a single minute during the whole night. I was trying to find words to tell my whole crew, to gather the courage to tell them goodbye, to walk away, to bear the fact of the submarine leaving the coast without me. 

I heard some knocks on my door. “Y/n-ya, we are about to arrive on the next island”, my -ex- best friend informed me. I grabbed my stuff, walked to the door, gave a last look at my room and left. 

Walking through the corridor, I cherished the sound of my steps on the metallic floor for the last time, the boy’s room, fully untidy, the sound of the sonar mixed with the laugh of my nakamas…

I arrived at the kitchen; my crew mates were having breakfast until they saw me with my bags. “Oi.. oi.. Y/n where are you going?“, asked Clione.  

“She is leaving the crew, so Penguin now becomes the first commander”. I heard Law behind me communicate to their subordinates. Everybody started screaming, shouting, asking, demanding an explanation. I tried as hard as I could to push my emotions really deep so I could talk to them, and expressed a simple excuse, “I’m sorry guys, my journey with the Heart pirates is over, I love you all, I’ll be fine. Please don’t get in too much trouble, ok?. Become the greatest pirates of all, take care of your captain, please”. And without even letting everyone else say anything, Law ordered them to prepare to submerge and dock on the port of the island. 

The screech of the heavy metallic main door opening echoed on my head. Law said “if you leave through this door, you won't enter back. So, it’s your decision”. My nakamas shouted in disapproval for such rough words and begged me to stay. “There is no need to tell me that, you don’t have to hurt me anymore, you know? you’ve done enough”. I whispered to him, with tears on my eyes, and walked away. 

“Y/n-ya!”, he shouted, and for a second I thought -wished- he was going to be sincere and don’t let me go, but he continued, “your coat, don’t forget it”. He handed me my white coat that is always hanging next to the door. This time he didn’t place it over my shoulders, as he always does. This time, he wasn’t taking care of me… I could hear the crying and weeping of my whole crew even after Law shut the metallic door behind me. 

Once I made sure the submarine submerged, I let all of my emotions free. A stream of tears began to flow from my eyes, I fell onto my knees, I was alone on the shore of a new island, I had to start over… 

A month had passed since I arrived on the autumn island. The citizens were really nice, they immediately trusted me, and the island doctor welcomed me as her assistant, after all I was still a physician, not only a pirate. 

I stayed in a cozy rental room that had everything I needed. Sometimes, at night when I missed my crew, and especially Law, I checked on his Vivre Card. Whenever I put it over my heart, I could feel the warmth of my beloved soul. But what was pretty weird is that every time I got it on my hand it would always point to the same place. I thought it was because they were maintaining the curse to some certain place, but I didn’t really care, as long as the paper didn’t show any damage I was happy to know he was alright.

Some afternoon, I was walking through the pretty streets of my new home, the sun was slowly setting, and the shining of the golden hour tinted the whole place with orangey tones. The main street had a market where the local producers offered their products. I bought a pretty flower bouquet from Mrs. Ann, as I did once a week, and some groceries. 

I headed home, through a long path surrounded by trees with red foliage, the land was covered with dry leaves that crunched every time I stepped on them. The subtle smell of the burning logs that began to heat people's houses, came to me with the wind that blew my white coat. 

I let my hair flow with the wind as well. For the very first time in days, I felt at peace. I wasn’t happy, but I felt somehow better. But everything was about to change again. The peace would slip from me, like a fist of sand in my hands… 

I felt a shiver that alerted me of some danger, my observation haki showed me something coming up to me, so I turned around quickly. I saw two kids coming my way, crying for help, “Doctor, please, help us!!, our little sister, she can’t breathe!!”. I dismissed what my haki tried to warn me and followed the kids as quickly as I could. 

We ran downhill until a little cabin was visible. They pointed at the little house, stating their sister was there. 

When I entered there was no suffering kid, but two big guys that looked, and indeed were, pirates. I wasn’t armed, I wasn’t strong enough, Law wasn’t there to protect me…I tried to run, but one of the thugs grabbed me by my hair. He pulled from it, throwing me to the dirty floor. I hit the side of my body on the hard floor. “What do you want?”, I screamed in pain. They laughed at me and said, “Don’t worry we won’t hurt you anymore, the slavery industry wants pretty girls like you without scars… but only if you cooperate”. Slavery… industry?... I was about to be sold as a slave?... 

Suddenly one of my captors saw something that caught his eye more than I wished. “Oi, what’s that tattoo on your back?”, he said and pulled up my shirt. I was praying for them to not know but one of them said “Isn’t it the Heart pirates Jolly Roger?, are you a crew mate from that stupid surgeon of death that ruined Kaido-sama’s SMILE business?!”. “I am not, I'm not in that crew anymore, I have left it. I swear it”, I said praying for them not going after Law. 

“Bitch, it’s your fault that I’m still waiting for my SMILE!!!!” the other man said kicking my stomach, making me spat blood. “Oi, call Hawkins, asked him what we should do with this bitch. It could be useful for Kaido-sama to get to Trafalgar Law and the damn Mugiwaras”. Apparently my captors were part of the army of one of the Yonkous we were planning to defeat, Kaido. 

I was held captive in that cabin for about a whole day, wishing to haven’t ever left Law’s side. I wanted to return to the Polar. I put my whole crew in danger, I wished they killed me right here. “Listen bitch, you better start speaking right now, where is your captain?”, one of the hundreds of members of the beast pirates, demanded me to answer. “I don’t know, I swear it, I left the crew… a few months ago”. I lied about the time; I didn’t want them to go searching them through the next islands. “Liar!!! tell me right now where your stupid captain is!!”, the other guy shouted at me.

I could hear from the portable den den mushi the other guy had, that they had searched my room but found no clues of where Law was. That got him so mad that reacted by kicking me this time on my face. I grabbed my chest; I didn’t want them to know that I had Law’s vivre card on my bra. Somehow that day I felt the need to carry it with me… I was grateful for such a coincidence, if they happened to find the paper, they would be able to get to him in no time.  

I was losing my consciousness from the repeated hits, felt a warming sensation of peace on my chest and the last thing I heard before passing out was “ROOM”... 

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Just Best Friends - 4/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: These chaps keep getting longer and longer! (even though technically this one’s a little shorter than ch3, lol. still! It’s exciting. And next chap will be even longer.) Enjoy! This one’s a bit angsty!

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Chapter 4 -

Iris clutched at her steering wheel, flexing her fingers after she’d parked in front of Eddie’s place. She tried to get her breathing under control. Eddie had told her to leave – to get out – because he couldn’t stand the sight of her anymore. Harsh, to be sure, but maybe valid given what she’d just done. The bowling alley incident really couldn’t have been that bad, but what she’d just done definitely was. Could she really pretend it hadn’t happened?

She looked across the courtyard at the looming, brown building, and thought about Eddie. Sweet, handsome, brave Eddie. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to feel so insecure, and he definitely deserve to be cheated on. She swallowed hard and felt her hands start to slide on the steering wheel. She was sweating.

She quick dried her hands off on her jacket and pulled her keys out of the ignition. Tucking them into her purse, she got out of the car, locked it, and shut the door. Then, gathering all the courage she could muster, she headed toward the building.

There was no way she could go back to her dad’s, not with Barry there, and staying in a hotel…she wasn’t sure she had enough money set aside for that. Hotels in Central City were expensive, even for just one night. Part of her wished she’d brought back Barry’s shirt to sleep in, since she’d obviously be sleeping on the couch tonight, and that would’ve been more comfortable. But she knew that would be suspect when Eddie inevitably saw it the morning, so really this was the best call.

She trudged onward and easily got inside the outside door of the building. Security wasn’t the greatest there, and tonight it worked in her favor. Licking her lips, she turned the knob and pushed open the door to Eddie’s apartment on the second floor. Belatedly she remembered that she’d left her key inside and so had no way to lock it from the outside. Again, it had worked in her favor. This was a safe neighborhood, generally speaking, so she didn’t have to worry about someone breaking in.

Also, she’d been in an emotional state when she left. Much different than how she was now. Now she was riddled with guilt and hoping she didn’t run into Eddie until she had figured out a way to mask that and respond appropriately to a fight with her boyfriend, not having been caught cheating. Because she hadn’t been caught. Thank God. She could only imagine if her dad had walked in while she’d been topless, and Barry too, while they were making out. He’d never taken to Eddie really, but even he could recognize when something was wrong.

He’d be disappointed in her, and that made her feel even worse.

The apartment was quiet when she walked in, and she noticed the bedroom door was still closed. That meant one thing. Eddie had likely passed out on the bed and wouldn’t be waking up till morning. He was dead to the world.

She snatched her key up from where she’d left it and put it back in her purse. Then she quietly walked across the room and slid out of her jacket and shoes, leaving them and the purse on the arm of the couch. Then she sighed, leaned back and laid down, tucking her feet into the cushions and grateful for the knitted blanket Eddie’s grandma had made him that he’d left planted and mostly unused on the couch. It would keep her somewhat warm through the night.

At six a.m., she woke up. The apartment was still deathly quiet, but she thought she could hear a soft snoring from the bedroom. As daring as she’d ever been, she tiptoed over to the bedroom door and opened it. It didn’t creak – thank God. And just like she’d suspected, Eddie was facedown on his pillow, his feet hanging off the end of the bed, still in his police uniform, sans jacket. That was tossed haphazardly on the floor.

Not wanting to wake him, she continued to tiptoe to her side of the closet and picked out her outfit for the day. Then she walked back out of the bedroom, closed the door as slowly and quietly as she could manage and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

She didn’t know if Eddie was awake or not, if the sound of the water running had woken him, but the bedroom door was still closed when she exited the bathroom. Grateful for the makeup bag she had in her purse, she quickly applied her make-up, minus the lipstick, and then poured herself some cereal while she waited. When she was finished eating, she brushed her teeth and then made the finishing touches to her appearance. Eddie still hadn’t come out.

As a quasi-peace offering, she made the hangover concoction she’d learned about in college. It tasted nasty as hell, but it worked wonders the night after a drunken binge. And that was definitely what had happened with Eddie, she decided.

She was still trying to figure out how to respond to whatever he had to say this morning when the bedroom door swung open, creaking actually, which surprised her, and there stood Eddie. A couple of his buttons were undone, and his hair was going in all different directions. Normally that look turned her on or made her soft, one of the two, but right now she was just tense. He was so angry last night. She didn’t know what to expect.

“Good morning,” she said, doing the best she could not to have a clipped tone.

He shuffled over to her, and she slid the drink slowly over to him. He took one look and wrinkled his nose but seemed to understand that he’d need it if he was going to be able to function at work today. He took a sip and then paused, inevitably deciding he needed to take it in stages.

“You look nice,” he said, which got a long, suspicious pause from her.

“Thank you,” she said finally.

“How come you didn’t come to bed last night?”

That really made her pause. Her mouth fell open, but somehow she regained her composure.

“You…you don’t remember?”

His brows furrowed.

“No.”

A panic crossed his face, and she knew it definitely made him nervous that he couldn’t remember. He really wasn’t prone to getting drunk, or he’d have recognized the signs.

“We had a fight, Eddie,” she said gently. “You…you kicked me out.”

“I-” His eyes bulged. “Wait…then how are you here? Did you…not listen?”

He was genuinely confused, but the words made her bristle.

“No, I did. I went to my dad’s. But uh…I figured you wouldn’t like me spending the night there, given who else lives there and what we’d been fighting about.”

It took him a minute, but then it dawned on him.

“We fought about Barry.”

She nodded, not looking at him.

“Did anything else happen?”

“I made you dinner… Lasagna.”

“Oh! Lasagna!” He perked up. “Did I like it?” He asked hesitantly.

She shook her head.

His brows furrowed in confusion again.

“It was cold by the time you got home,” she said on a sigh. “The candles were almost out…and you didn’t notice my sexy dress I bought on the way home…and the heels.”

As if he realized the massive failure he’d become the night before, he came around the counter and took her hands in his own.

“Iris, I am so sorry. I had no right to act that way, and I shouldn’t have gone out and gotten drunk. That’s so…so unlike me.”

She nodded. “It is.”

“Please forgive me.”

Flashes of Barry devouring her skin raced before her eyes. She looked up at Eddie, looking so sincere, so apologetic.

“Of course I forgive you.”

She cupped one cheek with her hand, brushing her thumb along the side of his face before dropping it again.

“But maybe we can talk more about…the reason for the fight later? I do want to work through it. When you’re sober though, and not hung over.”

He nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

She reached up and placed a kiss where her hand had been before moving past him and grabbing her purse before heading to the door. She stopped when her hand was on the handle and turned to look at him.

“I love you, Eddie.”

He attempted a smile.

“I love you, too.”

Her smile was tremulous as she turned back around, opened the door and headed out.

Now alone, Eddie ran his hands through his hair before hiding his face behind both palms.

“I’m such an ass,” was muffled.

Then he downed the rest of the drink and got ready for work. He’d be a little late probably, but it’d be worth it if he was put together. Thanks to Iris.

…

In his defense, he hadn’t gotten himself off to images of Iris for the past several weeks – since he’d been dating Linda. But, also in his defense, he hadn’t had material like he now had with which to get off to. Not that he needed erotic material to get off to Iris. He’d been getting off to her since his teen years, ever since puberty hit. And that was just by being herself, his gorgeous best friend.

But now…well, he’d seen her practically naked. He’d inhaled her breasts and devoured her mouth. He’d groped her body and had her flush against his. Was it really so wrong that he’d caved and worked himself into an aroused frenzy in his bed, cumming to her whispered name as his brow sweat and his body shivered?

After all, he and Linda were on a break.

Damn.

He zoomed to the bathroom immediately after and took a cold shower. Then he got ready for the day. His biggest priority was getting out of the house before Joe sat him down to question him over breakfast. He knew it was coming, and he hadn’t figured out yet how to explain any more penetrating questions. Especially since he remembered belatedly what the state of the kitchen had been just before he and Iris…

Well, just before they…

His face got hot, and he hastily dressed. He couldn’t bring himself to look in the mirror until he absolutely had to for parting his hair. He had to make sure his hair was just right. What if Iris stopped by the station to see her dad on her lunch break?

What if she came to see Eddie?

He swallowed and looked away, heading back to his room to get his briefcase.

Iris was going to break up with Eddie, right? She had to. He was going to break up with Linda. After last night, how couldn’t he? He’d agreed to the no-sex-with-Iris clause when Linda had put them on a break. He didn’t want that holding them back anymore.

I mean, if Iris wanted to take things slow after how fast things had escalated last night, he would respect that.

But if she didn’t… He smirked slyly.

And besides, as soon as Eddie knew Iris had cheated on him, there was no way he’d want to stay dating her. He wouldn’t be able to trust her, even if she swore she’d never do it again. Especially since he’d been suspicious right from the start.

Barry worried suddenly if he might get punched as a result.

It would be worth it if it meant he’d end up dating Iris. There was no way she could deny the spark between them any longer anyway. And Barry wasn’t going to just settle for fleeting ‘moments’ where he wondered if she felt the same now. Not after last night. Last night had been insane, in the best way.

The only thing standing between them now was Eddie and Linda. He’d clear up his end of things today, as soon as possible, maybe on his lunch break, maybe sooner. He’d just have to trust that Iris would clear up her end too.

He grabbed a bagel from the kitchen and sped out of the house before Joe could do anything but feel the wind whipping around him as he stood on his way down the staircase. Barry couldn’t be caught by him. He wasn’t ready. He’d think of something later. And hey, if Iris broke up with Eddie today – or vice versa – Barry could just explain away that they’d had another moment and had decided to be together now – him and Iris. Then he wouldn’t have to get into details. It was the perfect disguise.

Seconds later, he stepped out of the elevator at CCPD. Smiling like the fool he was, he started making his way towards the stairs and his lab, hoping he’d be able to focus on something other than his soon to be cleared up relationship drama while he worked.

It was all according to plan until none other but Eddie intercepted him halfway to the stairs. Barry came to a halt and frowned immediately.

“Eddie.”

He forced his face to clear.

“Is something, um… What’s up?” He crossed his arms.

“I just wanted to thank you.”

Barry was taken aback. His eyebrows rose.

Thank him? For what? Making Iris see the light perhaps? This was so far from a punch he could hardly believe it.

“Uh…for what?”

“For taking Iris in last night, even if it was just for a few hours.” He paused. “I’m sure she told you about our fight.”

“Mm. Mhmm.”

Barry nodded, avoiding his gaze.

“I wasn’t myself last night, and I’m ashamed. I’ve already told her as much, and she’s graciously forgiven me. It’ll probably take some time to get back to where we were, but I guess…I shouldn’t have doubted where her loyalties lay, no matter where my head was at.” He gripped Barry’s shoulder, and Barry looked down at it. “I know I can always depend on you when it comes to Iris.”

“Of course,” Barry heard himself say, then forced some easiness into his voice. “I mean, of course you can! She’s Iris. We’re just best friends, Eddie.”

Eddie nodded.

“I know that now. I hope there are no…bad feelings between us?”

“What?” His voice went high-pitched. “No, no, of course not. We’re good. Just…no kicking Iris out again, yeah?”

Eddie chuckled. “Don’t worry. I won’t be doing that ever again.”

“Great,” Barry said through his teeth. “Well, I should…” He gestured to the stairs.

“Right. Right, of course. Go ahead. I’ll see you later.”

“Right. See you later.”

Barry nearly tripped over his own feet making the first step towards the stairs. Eddie waved awkwardly, and Barry finally turned around and walked to the stairs. His heart was pounding the whole time, and not like it had been last night. This was not at all going according to plan, or how he thought it would go.

Iris hadn’t told Eddie what had happened between them. He knew it wasn’t his place to tell, that Iris would be furious if he did, and honestly, he didn’t want to have that conversation. Still, this complicated things.

Maybe Iris would tell him later, on her lunch break. That would work out. They would both break up with their respective partners at the same time. Then by the end of the day, they would talk about where they stood and hopefully schedule a first date!

That was definitely how it would go.

He hoped.

…

The morning had been awkward, to say the least. Linda hadn’t approached her at all. Not that Iris expected her to. Their last conversation hadn’t exactly been pleasant, and they did work on opposite ends of the main room at CCPN. Still, given what Barry had said, that they’d been on a break, she wondered if Linda wasn’t a fan of her at all now. Not that they’d really been friends friends before. They’d just known each other through Barry. Linda had been his girlfriend, and now she wasn’t. Not really at least. They were on a break.

Iris wondered if that was her fault. She had, after all, instigated all the affectionate touching with Barry at the bowling alley. He’d eagerly participated, and that was probably what drove Linda to instigate a break, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty.

And then of course there was last night…

She nibbled on her bottom lip, as she stared at the blank page before her. Mason had been giving her looks every so often, indicating that he too had seen the blank page. She tried to ignore them, tried to stop looking across the room to see if Linda was looking at her too. She never was. Linda remained diligently with her eyes on her own computer, and occasionally she appeared to be engaging in small talk with her co-workers around her.

It was as if she was completely oblivious to Iris’ existence. She didn’t know if she was relieved or worried by that possible fact.

“Something on your mind?” Mason asked, one paragraph and three hours later.

Iris closed the document on her computer and gave him a serene smile, while gathering up her purse.

“Nope. Just glad it’s lunchtime.”

She stood to her feet.

“Because you’ve done so much work today,” he said dryly.

She continued to smile, pretending to be unaffected by his remark. For the most part, she was.

“I’ll be back in an hour.”

He might’ve said something else after that, but Iris tuned it out as she strutted toward the exit, not even glancing back to see if Linda had caught her leaving. Maybe she just had to work on putting whatever association she had with her behind her. What really mattered was making things right with Eddie and making sure Barry never said a peep about last night.

She thought about what she was willing to risk to make both those things happen and started to worry. Still, she knew Eddie and her relationship with him needed to take priority if things were going to go smoothly going forward. If that meant less time with Barry, so be it.

Her heart ached remembering the time last fall when Barry had put distance between them and how relieved she’d been when they made up. She’d lost Barry for nine months in a coma. Was she really willing to put their friendship on hold indefinitely in order to keep Eddie?

Her heart pounded inside her chest and sweat formed on her forehead. She wiped it away hastily and walked out the door, hurrying as fast as she could to CCPD. The weather was nice, but she could hardly enjoy it. Everything was uncertain right now.

.

Stepping outside the elevator, Iris made her way to the desks just inside the police station. She smiled and waved pleasantly to her dad, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Barry who stood right beside him. She hoped he wouldn’t come over to her and ask to talk. She was here for one person, and that person was who she hoped would still be her boyfriend by the end of the day. Barry didn’t intercept her on the way to Eddie’s desk and neither did her dad. She was grateful.

“Hey,” she said warmly, hoping to get her boyfriend’s attention.

He was on the phone and didn’t look in her direction. He held up a finger for her to wait, and as jittery as she was, she found it in her to do so. As soon as he hung up, he turned to look at her and smiled.

“Iris, hey.”

He stood up and surprised her with a kiss on the lips.

“Oh, hey,” she said. “Good to see you too.”

He continued to smile.

“I hope you’re here to have lunch with me,” he said, tugging at her dress to urge her closer.

Reluctantly, she went.

What had gotten into him? She wondered. Did he think that just because they’d exchanged I love you’s on her way out the door that morning that everything was okay? Because for her it wasn’t. It definitely wasn’t.

“I am,” she allowed, then lowered her voice. “But I’d also like to talk about last night. You know, like I said this morning?”

“Right now?” he asked, pulling her onto his lap. She braced her hand on his shoulder. “I was hoping we could wait till later.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then inched his thumb just under the hem of her skirt. “Much later.”

She huffed and pushed herself off his lap. Reluctantly, he let her go.

“Not much later?” he asked, with puppy dog eyes that were not working on her, not at all.

“No.” She propped one hand on her hip. “We had a fight, Eddie. And drunk or not, we need to talk about it. Or there’s no going forward for us.”

He sobered up immediately, then got to his feet and set his hands on her shoulders.

“I want a future for us, Iris. I do. More than anything I’ve wanted maybe in my life.”

“Okay. Then can we talk about it?” She tilted her head. “Please?”

He released her, then sat on his desk.

“Okay. But first there’s something you should know.”

She folded her arms.

“What’s that?”

“I talked to Barry.”

She went cold.

“What?”

“Yeah, I thanked him for what he did for you last night.”

Her heart started to race.

“What did he do for me?” she asked, desperately hoping Barry hadn’t confessed what she was worried he might. Certainly Eddie would be acting much differently if he had. She looked around the room briefly, searching for the man in question, but he was gone. So was her dad. They must’ve gone out to lunch together. She looked back at Eddie.

“You know, taking you in, letting you spend some time at your old home after I…did what I did.”

She relaxed.

“After you kicked me out, you mean,” she said.

“Yeah. I’ll never stop apologizing for that, by the way. I was out of line.”

“Maybe we should talk about what led to you doing that,” she said gently.

“Could you remind me what that was?” he asked, wincing and probably hoping she wouldn’t get too upset by his memory loss.

Iris restrained a sigh.

“You just brought up what happened at the bowling alley, my interactions with Barry and how they affected you. You insisted it meant I had feelings for him. Then you kicked me out.”

“I was wrong,” he said, standing up again.

“You were?” Her brows furrowed.

“Yeah. I know there’s nothing between the two of you but friendship. I mean, nothing happened between the two of you last night, did it?”

She panicked for half a second. Luckily it didn’t show.

“Are you really asking me that?”

“No,” he said instantly. “No, of course not. It was more of a rhetorical question really.” He cleared his throat.

She looked at him suspiciously.

“It’s what I told Barry.”

“What did you tell Barry?” she asked.

“That I understand there’s only friendship between you two. There’s nothing for me to worry about.”

“There isn’t,” she said defensively. “Anything for you to worry about, I mean.”

“Exactly. I know that now. And I trust you completely. Can we please move past this?”

She sighed.

“I mean, I want to…”

“But?”

“Well, I guess, I thought you were going to blame me.”

His eyebrows furrowed.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I was gonna be willing to put my friendship with Barry on hold…indefinitely.”

“Oh, my God, Iris. I would never ask that of you.”

“You’re sure?” She nibbled on her bottom lip.

“Absolutely. I know how much you mean to each other. And if you’re certain there’s nothing going on between the two of you, I believe you from here on out.”

“I wish you’d believed me before.”

“I do now though. I promise.”

She swallowed and nodded.

“It may take me some time, Eddie, to believe that you actually trust me now. Last night was…it was hard for me. You hurt me.”

He blew out a gust of air.

“I know. I’m so sorry for that. It won’t happen again.”

She eyed him cautiously.

“How about…How about we have a romantic night tonight? This time I cook for you. I’ll even make one of those special recipes you like. Grandma Shirley, right?”

She snorted. “Esther actually, but yeah. Sure. I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

She leaned in for a kiss.

“It’s a start.”

…

Barry trudged into CCPN, hoping beyond all hope not only that Linda hadn’t taken her lunch break elsewhere, but also that Iris wasn’t back yet. He didn’t want her interrupting things, and definitely not distracting him. He’d arrived with purpose, and he was going to deliver on his mission as swiftly as he could with as little hurt inflicted as possible.

He spotted Linda almost immediately, and Iris wasn’t at her desk, so he guessed she was probably still gone too. Linda caught his gaze and then quickly looked away, resuming what looked to be a paper bag lunch. He walked over to her, glad there were no other people surrounding her or the adjacent desks and braced himself for the worst.

“We need to break up.”

Linda paused with her apple halfway to her mouth. She set it down on her desk and swiveled her chair towards him.

“Well, hello to you too, Allen.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, impatient to get this conversation over with.

“Sorry. Hi, Linda. How’s your day?” he asked speedily.

She snorted. “Just fine, and yours?”

“Linda,” he groaned.

“Fine. You want to break up? Officially?”

He nodded.

“Why the change of heart? – If I may ask. Yesterday you seemed pretty resistant to even the idea of a break. I was actually considering changing my mind after thinking about it overnight.”

He winced.

“Does it matter?”

“A little.” Her voice rose slightly.

He swallowed.

“Something may have…happened.”

She rose her brows.

“Between me and Iris.”

She sank back in her chair and drummed her fingers on the arms of her chair.

“Did you sleep with her?” she finally asked.

“No!” he said immediately, before regaining some calm. “I mean, you told me not to.”

She laughed painfully.

“Is that the only reason?”

“No,” he said truthfully.

Iris had put a stop to it. That was the truth. But Linda didn’t need to know that.

“You don’t want to know how far-”

She held up one hand.

“No. Please. Spare me.”

He nodded.

“I’m sorry, Linda. I really did – do – have strong feelings for you.”

She got up to her feet, pushing the irritation aside and focusing instead on how much she cared about him and did want him to be happy.

“Just not as strong as what you feel for someone else.”

She smiled sadly, then leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Go get her,” she said, softly.

He raised his eyebrows, surprised, but then turned to look when Linda gestured toward the other side of the room, and sure enough Iris was at her desk now.

Barry took a breath and nodded.

“Thank you, Linda. I am sorry things didn’t work out between us.”

She forced a smile.

“I know. Me too.”

He turned fully and headed over to Iris’ desk. He saw one of her co-workers saying something to her and her talking with them briefly and did his best to remain patient until they had finished their conversation. Iris seemed to be oblivious to his presence anyway.

When they were done, he approached her desk and waited exactly three seconds before actively working to get her attention.

“Iris, hey.”

She glanced up at him and appeared slightly unnerved before smiling brilliantly.

“Barry, hi. What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Linda and I broke up.”

Her mouth fell open, but a moment later she shut it and opted for confusion and sadness.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.”

His brows furrowed. “You are?”

“Well, yeah.” She leaned back in her chair and crossed one knee over the other. “I mean, I thought you really liked her.”

“I did.” He frowned. “But I broke up with her.”

Surprise flashed across her face. She tried valiantly to shake it off.

“Why would you do that?” she asked, getting up and walking away. He walked with her.

“Well, I…” His frown deepened. “I thought it would be obvious. After last night…”

She froze, then grabbed a hold of his jacket and tugged him down a hall behind the main room and pinned him to the wall.

“Did you tell Linda what happened?”

His eyes widened, horrified at how threatening she was being. In most of his fantasies where she pinned him to a wall, they did not go like this.

“Well, I…I…”

“Did you?!”

“Yes!” he said, frantically. “I mean, partially.”

“Partially? What does that mean?”

“It means…I said something happened between us. She didn’t want to know any details, since I said we didn’t have sex.”

“Which we didn’t.”

“I know! Believe me, I know.”

“Okay…” She took a deep breath and started to pace. “Okay. This is not the end of the world. I will just…have a conversation with her to make sure she doesn’t tell Eddie.”

He frowned.

“You mean…you didn’t tell Eddie?”

She stopped and looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“Of course not. He’d break up with me if I did.”

Barry’s mouth fell open.

“But I thought…I mean…”

His heart started to plummet. This was so not going as planned.

Iris softened, realizing for the first time where Barry’s head was probably at.

“Look, Barry…what happened last night was-”

“A mistake,” he concluded, not looking at her.

“Well, yeah.” He bit her lip. “Eddie’s the man I live with. The man I love. You and I are just…”

“Best friends,” he finished.

“I hope we can be.”

His eyes closed. When they opened, they were stone cold. She’d never seen them so cold.

“Of course, Iris. That’s what we’ll always be.”

He turned to leave, and she reached out for him.

“Barry, wai-”

But he didn’t stop, and he pulled free of her. He walked now with purpose towards the exit, his heart smashed to smithereens.

What in the world had made him think things would be different this time?

Oh, yeah. That kiss.

#westallen #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #just best friends #chapter 4 #angst

[rowanartist]

February 2023 Fan Fiction quotes

"[Izuku] didn't want to sound like he was being a bother. To Hizashi, what that really translated to was: no-one's ever taken my problems seriously before so I won't even try and talk about them. "[ch 4]comment

"It’s like three different cans of Monster mixed together. I think it tastes good.” .... No. [Kaminari] cannot have that. I will not be subjected to the energetic outbursts of a highly caffeinated ADHD powerbank. "[pt 1 of series]convo between Shinsou & Aizawa

"That's it, Zashi. Get it out, you've got it," Shouta encouraged, softly. He knew how stifled Hizashi had been before and how much he needed now to feel heard, and even more, how much he needed to feel like it was okay to be heard. Hizashi had spent too long being asked to be quiet, to tone himself down, to reign it in, and now that Shouta could make him safe, he needed to know it was okay to be loud. "You're so good, you're perfect. Just cry, that's it. You're doing so good, Hizashi... "[X]kinda relatable

"Stay here, with me. Your heads a scary place right now. Let's make it better before you go diving into any bad thought trains, okay? "[X]the CARE!!!

" “Exactly. And that’s okay, that’s fine, no one expects you to always be improving or not have bad days, but you are doing better.” “It might be hard to see from inside your head,” Hizashi puts in, “but I promise we can see it. And I think it’s pretty great.” "[ch8]wish my parents couldsee that simply

"peanut butter blossoms from the fic above "[X]comment

"Not your fault, kid. I’m trying to justify doing something cool by making it sound rational. Grab your stuff.” "[ch3]dadzawa!

" He knows about a dozen different ways people can be in love, thanks to Midoriya and a few hours with a whiteboard, but this is…different. "[X]of course :)

"he quite enjoyed sitting and listening to someone for a while and joining in on the conversation when he felt like it.  "[X]comment

"people can have non-sexual kinks: kinks that they do because they feel nice or relax them or for stress relief, but don’t give them sexual release "[ch20]ponder

#fan fiction #my hero academia #quote #2023

[jingabitch]

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell ch.3

Summary: When you were ten, Taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. Now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

Pairing: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

Warnings: smut | talk of ownership (reader is tae’s pet human) | (eventual) daddy long legs syndrome | angst | ANGST SO FUCKING MUCH ANGST | shit goes down in this chapter | tae bloWS UP at mc | mentions of prostitution (but not explicitly described) | reader is in a real bad situation | maybe don’t read if you’re sensitive

Word count: 10.4k

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I know I said ch3 was going to be the last one, but it got too long and there’s still a whole section left of the story so I thought it was best to post this and then write Chapter 4 as a separate part. Enjoy!

Series index

Whatever you want, it’s okay.

Both you and Taehyung thought extensively about that statement over the next few days as things started to go back to normal. You tried to tiptoe around the obvious elephant in the room, relishing the relative normalcy and freedom of the atmosphere in the apartment, now that Taehyung’s shameful secret was out, and it worked, for the most part. Nothing changed outwardly in the way you interacted with each other – you were still physically affectionate, cuddly with each other especially during bedtime – but the thought of what was to come weighed heavily on your mind, and you knew it was the same for him.

Still, you were committed to this, to him. You tried to show, without words, how seriously you were taking your promise. When he hugged you or scented you, you pressed as close as you possibly could. And, even though your human senses were dull and useless compared to his, you thought you could feel him start to relax as you demonstrated your commitment towards this. Towards him.

The talk came around, of course. Sooner than you would have liked, but probably later than it should have. In the early morning one weekend, you’d woken up to find Taehyung wrapped around you. He’d gone out the night before, but ever since his heat, you’d taken to sleeping in his bed even when he wasn’t there, knowing that he would appreciate your presence when he did come back. This in itself wasn’t unusual, since he’d always been a cuddly sleeper. He usually woke up before you and would be in the middle of his extensive morning routine by the time you got up and went to get breakfast started.

This morning, though, he was still asleep when you woke up, courtesy of his late night. You knew they’d been working really hard on their comeback, and your heart filled with tenderness at the thought of Taehyung staying late in the studio again. His front was pressed against your back, but you tried your best to reach behind you to ruffle his hair affectionately anyway.

You miscalculated, however, and your jostling caused him to stir. You froze in a panic, hoping that he would go back to sleep since he desperately needed the rest after the long week he’d had. But, instead of doing as you were silently willing him to in your head, he let out a low groan and cuddled closer to you, pressing himself to you so hard he was basically crushing you into the mattress. Feeling his morning wood pressing against your ass, you bit your lip, closing your eyes at the now-familiar combination of arousal and reluctance that threatened to overwhelm you.

“Y/n, baby…” he groans in that sleep-raspy voice, and the balance tipped towards mindless arousal. You buried your face in the pillow and tried to stifle a whimper, unsure of what you were allowed to feel or say in this situation. Would he be disgusted if you reciprocated? After all, he wasn’t in heat right now, and may not actually want you in that way, regardless of what his body said.

You, of all people, were more than familiar with the mindless nature of physiological arousal and how it could occur even if your mind was unwilling, especially after his previous heat.

The way he suddenly stiffened against you clued you into the fact that he’d noticed that you were turned on. Not for the first time you cursed his superior senses.

“Y’ smell sogood -” he slurred against your neck and you shivered. His hand gripped your hip almost too hard for a second, then snatched it back as if he was surprised that the appendage had betrayed him like that. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean -”

You could hear him panicking, and it was too early in the morning for any of that shit, so instead of saying anything you just took his hand and put it back where it was.

“Y/n… I don’t know what you want – we’ve never talked about it and…”

You turned over and pressed your face into his chest. “Whatever you want, Tae-oppa.”

You could practically hear the cogs turning in his head as he considered the implications of what you’d told him. Pushing away any negative feelings you may have secretly harboured, you tilted your face upwards to look at him, hoping that he would see the sincerity in your eyes.

“Y/n…” he said again, staring down at you before his lips crashed into yours in a heated kiss. This was the first time you’d kissed since you had come back from Yoongi’s after  his heat ended.  Despite the morning breath, heat flooded you as he pulled you closer to him. With a moan, you wrapped your arms around his neck and used the leverage to move yourself up on the mattress, deepening the kiss.

When Taehyung broke away to rest his forehead on yours, he was panting, his mouth shiny and slightly swollen. “Wait, wait,” he protested, although its effect was muted by the way he ran his hands over your body like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“What is it?” you almost whispered, afraid that speaking too loudly would break the spell that had been woven around you. Everything seemed to move more slowly, feeling as though your senses had been heightened, you were so in tune with  his every movement.

“Baby, I don’t know… what you want -” he started to explain in a halting voice. You were tired of explaining to him that you were giving him carte blanche, so you decided to show him.

Going for broke, you slid one hand down his bare chest, hooking your fingers in his sweats. You paused, waiting for his response, wondering if this was too much and if it was actually what he wanted. Maybe his protests about not knowing what you wanted and holding back for you were really just excuses. Maybe  he didn’t actually want this?

Taehyung froze, looking down at you with wide eyes, in interminable silence. Just as you were about to pull your hand away with an awkward apology and run away forever in embarrassment, he groaned and crashed his lips back onto yours. The urgency that had been so apparent during his heat was back abruptly. A dark, shameful pride swelled in you for garnering this reaction from anyone, much less your super-hot celebrity owner.

His enthusiastic reaction gave you the confidence you needed to continue, so you snuck your hand into his sweatpants slowly, giving him plenty of time to change his mind and tell you to stop if he wanted to. You noticed he wasn’t wearing underwear as your hand met the warm, soft skin of his hipbone.

The sharp inhalation you heard in response had your eyes darting back up to his face, examining his expression for any indication that he wasn’t comfortable with this. Your hand paused, thumb pressing into the crease between his leg and his pelvis. He groaned, a sound of such heartfelt suffering that you began to remove your hand, intending to comfort him if he wasn’t feeling good about it anymore.

Taehyung snarled in response,  grabbing your wrist and preventing you from moving. The way he kneaded the fine bones in his grasp spoke of his strength and restraint – you knew he could break you if he wanted to. Instead of forcing you to do anything, though, he gritted out, “I need to know, love, what you want me to do to you.”

Your heart swelled with adoration for him. Even in the face of  clear need, he was so kind, so considerate, so good. It made your decision easy, pressing yourself closer to him to whisper, “Anything you’d like.”

That seemed to seal the deal for Taehyung. He released your wrist in favour of groping you, sliding one hand up your shirt. His big hand splayed across your belly made you shiver, a reaction that only spurred him on as he inched  further up. With a breathy moan that he caught between  his lips, you slid your hand in his pants and finally grasped him.

Your hand ghosted past him before wrapping around his dick firmly. Taehyung shuddered, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Being wrapped up with him like this made it all too easy to forget that he was a hybrid. Maybe you could do this, after all, you thought optimistically. Hybrids were mostly human too, right?

You started with a slow, steady pace, gliding your hand up and down his erection as he whined and panted. He tried to continue kissing you but got distracted, eventually just hiding his face in your neck as he held on to you, palming your breast under your camisole. The way his palm rasped against your nipple sent a bolt of heat rushing through you to pool in your core.

“Shit,” he huffed, a sentiment you wholeheartedly agreed with, as his fingers stole into your panties. You were almost embarrassed about the sticky mess you’d made of yourself, but when he found your clit  you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Fuck, Y/n.” The syllables of your name sounded so filthy when he moaned them like a prayer or a curse – it didn’t matter which. “You’re so wet.” You squirmed as he said it, desperate for more friction.

As his thumb circled your clit, the pad of his finger eliciting delicious sensations from you, his fingers slipped down, pushing into your pussy, which was so wet that he slid right in. The slight stretch was so amazing that you immediately clenched down on him. You were so distracted that you almost forgot what you were doing, your grip loosening on his erection as your motions slowed down, becoming almost mechanical. His whine of protest against your lips snapped you back to reality, though, and you started jerking him off with renewed vigor. You shouldn’t have forgotten what this was all for, you chastised yourself.

Taehyung’s reactions told you that he was close enough as it was, but you wanted to be good for him, to make him happy. You wanted to go the extra mile, so you employed a little trick that you’d figured out towards the end of your previous relationship. On the upstroke, you twisted your hand slightly and then ran your thumb across the head of his cock, smirking as you felt his breath wash over your face in a shaky exhale. When you noticed him trying to subtly thrust up into your hand, you took it as a good sign.

Just to really seal the deal, you reached down with your other hand to cup his balls. You were pretty hesitant with this because you knew not everyone liked it, but you figured it was a risk worth taking. Just having your hand there seemed to send him stratospheric, though. You tried not to show your triumph on your face as he groaned, coming  all over your hand. His own ministrations on you ceased as he came, and you pushed away the disappointment, continuing  to milk him through his orgasm.

When he was done, he slumped against you, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder as you gingerly removed your soiled hand from his pants. Scent was a big thing for him, and he could smell his cum on you, something that made his spent cock twitch again. Humming, you brought your hand to your face, deliberately licking it clean in front of his transfixed gaze. This was something your ex-boyfriend had liked, and you were sure that Taehyung would enjoy it even more.

You knew you were right when you heard his shaky whimper. He drove his fingers into you with renewed determination, as if intending to reward you for being so good. “Fuck, you’re so hot, so good for me…” He kept up the stream of filth as he continued working you over, refusing to let up even as you came on his hand, clenching down on his fingers as your cream dripped out of you. It wasn’t until your cries of ecstasy  faded into little moans of pain when overstimulation began to set in that he removed his hand.

He brought the soaked fingers to his face in a reversal of what had just transpired as he looked at them, sighed, then sucked them clean. “You taste so fucking good, Y/n,” he moaned around his fingers. “I can’t wait to taste it straight from the source.”

Coming from anyone else, the line might have been cringey, but the way Taehyung said it so matter-of-factly as he stared you down caused a little shiver to run down your spine. You knew that you should clean up, but just in case he hadn’t gotten the message, you squirmed ever closer to him. “You only need to ask,” you promised.From the way his gaze darkened again, you knew he’d finally gotten the message.

After that, things seemed to ease up around the apartment. Taehyung no longer held himself stiffly around you as if he was holding himself back. He now allowed himself to scent you or demand physical affection when he needed it. Though you hadn’t slept together yet, he was pretty much content with the way things were now since you never denied him anything he needed. There had been a whole lot of handjobs and blowjobs. He never pushed, and you never asked, secretly grateful that he seemed satisfied with what you were currently doing - you didn’t think you were ready for sex either. Not that you would deny him anything if he wanted it.

Taehyung, as you were beginning to find out, was a bit of a monster between the sheets. It wasn’t just his high sex drive, which you supposed must be normal for hybrids, but his penchant for domination that was something you had to adjust to. If you were sucking him off, he would more often than not take control and fuck your face, holding your hair looped around his fist tightly, the pressure on your scalp just the wrong side of painful. He enjoyed edging you till you cried, something which you were far less enthused about than he was.And his hands found themselves wrapped around your neck more often than not,.

It was all so uncharacteristic of the normally gentle and kind man you’d always known, but you were, quite frankly, living for it, pleased that he was comfortable enough with you to show that side of him.

Other than that, though, he walked with an ease that hadn’t been there for months now, smiled more, and generally seemed looser and more relaxed.

You weren’t the only one who noticed, either. All the other boys did too, and it was Namjoon who finally cornered Taehyung one morning when they were alone together in the studio to ask about it.

“You sorted things out with Y/n-ie then?” he asked while they were sitting together in front of the control panel, playing back Taehyung’s vocals and fiddling with how it would sound on the track.

Taehyung tried (and mostly failed) to subdue his grin. You’d woken him up with a blowjob that sucked his soul right out of him this morning, and he still couldn’t feel his toes. So yeah, he’d say things were pretty damn good with you at home. “I did, yes,” he said, feigning nonchalance.

Namjoon looked at him suspiciously. He’d kept his discovery to himself, hoping that he wouldn’t have to say anything, but now it looked like he might have no choice. He couldn’t bear the thought of his brother walking into a sexual relationship with a human without having all the necessary information. After all the humans had done to their kind…

“Yeah? What did she say?” he probed further, hoping against hope that all you’d done was talk about it and then returned to the parameters of your previous relationship. The way colour bloomed across Taehyung’s cheeks dashed his fruitless hopes.

“She, uh, said…” he floundered for an instant. He’d never been secretive about his sex life, especially not with his brothers, but this time was different. He was still worried about any judgment he could receive even though Namjoon had been so understanding and kind when he’d had his heat. Still, wanting to be in a sexual relationship with his pet human was different from actually embarking on one, he knew that.

The way Namjoon raised his brow at him let him know that he’d basically figured it out already, and reluctantly, Taehyung mumbled, “She let me do whatever I wanted.”

That, more than anything, had Namjoon seeing red. His brother, ultimately innocent in all of this, saying that you, a human, was letting him do what he wanted. He knew logically that none of this was your fault, and you were trying to cope with a situation that was highly irregular, to say the least. Yet you were still a human. You still descended from the race that had made Taehyung the way he was, and the fact that Taehyung didn’t even know how fucked up the whole situation was made him burn up inside.

“Taehyung, before you get further into this… thing… with Y/n,” Namjoon said in a low voice, “I need to tell you something.”

Taehyung’s brow crinkled when he heard Namjoon’s tone, the way he’d described his budding relationship with you so disdainfully, but he nodded and leaned in to listen to Namjoon rather than yelling at him about it. It was, after all, highly inappropriate to pick a fight with your elders, a lesson that he’d learned well.

Namjoon sighed. He really didn’t want to tell Taehyung, knowing that it likely wouldn’t benefit anyone. Taehyung would be shocked and furious over something he couldn’t help or change, and who knew the damage that it could have on his relationship with you. Now, though, knowing that you’d gotten involved with each other, he couldn’t help but wish he’d said something earlier.

“Do you remember when I said I would do a bit of digging about your whole… situation?” Namjoon tried to put it as delicately as possible.

Taehyung nodded slightly hesitantly. Truth be told, he’d pretty much forgotten all about that, so warmly ensconced in the bubble that the two of you had built together in the apartment. He supposed that whatever Namjoon had to say, it wouldn’t really matter, he thought, since the problem had already been resolved, and quite favourably, at that.

“So, uh…” Namjoon fumbled awkwardly, not sure how to begin. Despite his determination to tell Taehyung the truth, he found himself almost unable to speak the words. Seeing Taehyung’s wide-eyed, trusting gaze, however, gave him the strength he needed to push through, to tell his brother what he needed to know.

He told him everything he’d found out, starting from the beginning, leaving no uncomfortable, disturbing detail out.

“You know when hybrids were still being manufactured…?” he started. Taehyung nodded, and Namjoon swallowed before continuing. “You know many hybrids were created to be companions for humans, right?”

Another nod.

“Well, when they started creating wild animal hybrids, there was, um… a problem.”

Taehyung raised a brow inquiringly but didn’t interrupt.

“Wild animals aren’t naturally docile or friendly towards humans, you know? They don’t bond with humans in the same way, are less loyal, and so on. And with so many humans buying hybrids to be companions for their children, there was a real demand for hybrids that fulfilled the desire for ‘exotic’ pets. But they had to still be safe to have around kids, and would still create the lifelong bond hybrid breeders advertised.”

Namjoon looked massively uncomfortable talking about this and Taehyung understood. His lips thinned in displeasure hearing about all of this secondhand, especially at the dehumanizing terms used to describe the hybrid industry of the past. None of this was public knowledge though. No one wanted to teach their children about all of the messed up things that humans had done to hybrids in such excruciating, graphic detail. Now that things were better, there was no point in having them rehashed. He opened his mouth to tell his brother that, but Namjoon, pre-empting Taehyung’s interruption, held his hand up to indicate that Taehyung should continue listening.

“It turns out that… hybrid breeders tried to force that bond between humans and their hybrid pets.” Namjoon paused, assessing Taehyung’s reaction. The younger man’s jaw worked, but he nodded, indicating for him to continue.

“Some genetic scientists managed to isolate the genome sequence in certain animals that mate for life, like penguins, seahorses… wolves…” He gestured at the wolf hybrid, and Taehyung nodded again, more grimly this time.

“Through breeding, genetic splicing, and manipulation, they were able to engineer a process in select hybrids causing hybrids to form a very… intimate and secure bond with their owners.” Namjoon cringed as he said it, hoping that Taehyung would understand without him having to spell it out. The confused look on the younger man’s face dashed those hopes quickly.

“Uh… what does that mean?” Taehyung asked.

“Damn it, Tae, they made it so that hybrids would mate with their humans.” Namjoon cringed as soon as the words left his mouth, not having wanted to explain it in such blunt terms. Taehyung looked stricken, his mouth gaping open slightly as his brow furrowed.

“I – what – how?”

Namjoon sighed and patted the couch next to him, letting Taehyung snuggle close in the hopes that his physical proximity would provide some comfort. As soon as Taehyung scooched closer, he wrapped his arm around his shoulders, trying to convey without words that they would get through this together.

“They somehow managed to manipulate the gene sequence so that hybrids would latch on to a human, forming a mate bond with them, so they could ensure hybrids would stay loyal to their owners. This way hybrids wouldn’t pose a threat to their human companions. From what I understood, the imprinting process is triggered when a human and hybrid are in close proximity with each other throughout their adolescences – so hybrids would only form the bond with their companion, and not any other humans in the household.”

“But – I don’t understand. When I bought Y/n, I was already in my twenties… I was an adult. Even if what you’re saying is true, the imprinting process shouldn’t have been triggered between Y/n and I.” Taehyung’s voice was becoming faint as he tried to process the magnitude of what Namjoon was telling him. Did that mean everything that he was feeling for you… was a lie?

“Biologically, hybrids’ adolescence lasts a lot longer than humans’ because of the way we were engineered – apparently, human owners liked for their hybrids to remain playful and curious for as long as possible. When you adopted Y/n you were nearing the end of your adolescence and she was just starting, so the timing just matched up.”

“I – why didn’t I know about this, then? I should have been told, before…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. Tears were pricking at his eyes as  he choked back a horrified sob. Violated didn’t even begin to describe how he felt right now. His own body had betrayed him, fulfilling a purpose he hadn’t even known about or agreed to. It felt  like he was a prisoner in his own body, deprived of basic autonomy, so completely helpless against the meddling of human scientists in centuries past that had created him to fulfill someone else’s agenda. All this talk of profit and the wants and needs of human owners who hadn’t even viewed hybrids as people made him sick.

Namjoon hugged him close. He could understand the inner turmoil that his brother was facing – he’d been horrified and sickened to find out all of this, and all of this was secondhand to him. To find out that you weren’t the master of your own body… it was chilling. “Hybrids who could form such bonds were very rare, because the technology was so expensive,” he answered Taehyung’s question. “And because hybrids who formed such bonds with their humans rarely procreated, the government thought it was safe to assume that this gene had died out.”

Taehyung could barely form words, he was so worked up, and he was trembling in Namjoon’s arms. “I can’t – I can’t be here,” he muttered, shoving his brother away as he tried to make a break for the door. He wanted to claw his skin off, escape his body, the body that had been created to bond him to another without his consent.

Worried, Namjoon got up to follow him. “Tae, where are you going?” he asked in concern.

Taehyung grabbed his keys from the table next to the door and exited the room. “I need to be alone right now, hyung,” he called over his shoulder, stalking down the hall to the elevators.

“Tae, come on, you shouldn’t be driving right now,” Namjoon ran after him, trying to make him see reason.

Abruptly, Taehyung stopped and rounded on him. “Let me make my own fucking decisions just once, hyung,” he snapped.

Namjoon stopped in his tracks. He was right, he knew that. It might be dangerous for him to be alone right now, but at least it was a decision that he could make for himself. In Taehyung’s current state of mind, safety was secondary to feeling like he was actually in control of his own body and emotions after having everything he’d ever known be disrupted so cruelly.

“All right, just… be careful, okay?”

Taehyung nodded as he continued walking and Namjoon sighed. He didn’t know if he’d handled that well, but to be fair, there really was no good way to handle a situation like this. How do you tell your brother something so disgusting?

When he got into the car, Taehyung didn’t really know where he was going. He just knew he had to get away from the studio, to process what he’d been told properly. He wished he could get away from the body he was an unwilling prisoner in, but that wasn’t possible for him. Out of habit, he drove back to his own apartment, barely realizing where he was going until he was sitting in the parking garage, still panting, gripping his steering wheel like a lifeline. His knuckles had turned white, and it felt like the steering wheel was going to crumble in his hands.

It wouldn’t be the only thing that had, he thought sardonically.

Every time his mind flickered back to the bombshell that Namjoon had dropped on him, he got pissed all over again. That sense of revulsion, of hating your body, permeated every inch of his soul. He wanted to scream, to cry and throw things, but none of that would help. There wasn’t anything that could free him from his prison.

Almost woodenly, he got out of his car and made his way back to the apartment. When he opened the front door and stepped inside he was immediately assailed with the scent of food. He rounded the corner and saw you standing in front of the stove, stir-frying some pork with onions in spicy sauce. Next to that, a pot of stew was coming to boil. It was all so domestic and he hated it. He despised how his body relaxed against his will at your presence, he knew now that it was only a product of manipulation, so he would remain docile around you. A built-in muzzle. The thought made his fists clench.

Of course, you didn’t know anything about all of that, so when he came to a halt behind you, you just turned your head to greet him, still stirring the meat in the pan. “Tae-oppa, you’re home early,” you chirped, a sound that just this morning would have made him melt. You’d turned back to the stove after a cursory glance at him, so you hadn’t noticed his expression.

He was scowling at you, his eyes spitting fire. How could you be so blasé about everything, when he was so tormented by his imprint? You’d even fooled him into believing that this sick desire he had for you was something acceptable, that you were the one doing him a favour. How dare you, after your people had messed with his entire genetic makeup, made him into a freak, greet him so casually like nothing was wrong. The resentment and rage filled him as he stood there staring at you.

This was your fault, after all. If he hadn’t adopted you that day none of this would have happened. He would still be normal, maybe able to have a normal relationship with a hybrid woman. You were the one who’d triggered this latent timebomb inside him, the reason why his body wouldn’t listen to his mind. Even now, when all he wanted was to yell, to throw things and be angry, it felt like he was chained, unable to do anything that might distress you.

This was unacceptable. How dare you stand there cooking dinner, so completely unaffected. You tasted the meat, made a satisfied noise, then turned off the burner, picking up the pan and turning to the island to plate it. “You should go get changed, oppa. Dinner should be ready soon,” you said, shaking the food onto the plate you’d set out beforehand.

When he didn’t respond to you, you looked up curiously. The sheer vitriol and hatred in his gaze made you pause. “Oppa, you okay?” you queried hesitantly. “Did you have a bad day or something?” Putting the pan down, you started making your way around the island to go to him.

“Stay away from me.” The words were snarled with more venom than you’d ever heard in your usually affable owner’s voice. Unease started to trickle down your spine. You couldn’t figure out why he was so angry at you, when everything had been fine just this morning before he’d left for work.

Standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, you nevertheless tried to defuse the situation, your instincts screaming at you to de-escalate before something bad happened. “Hey, whatever happened, it’s all right, we can talk about it, right?” You raised your hands up in his direction placatingly.

He growled at you. “Talking is what got me into this mess!” he yelled, making you flinch back in fear. He’d never raised his voice with you before, and you didn’t know how to react.

“T-Tae-oppa…” you whimpered, shrinking in on yourself.

Taehyung welcomed the twinge in his heart and the discomfort he felt, his body pumping out hormones and chemicals in a bid to control his mind and take over his decisions. Defying the instincts of the body that had betrayed him, even if it hurt physically, especially because it hurt, gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction. That he was taking his freedom and autonomy back from the nameless, faceless human scientists who’d intentionally taken it away from him. Even the pain felt good, like he was punishing his body for betraying him.

The scent of your tears starting to leak from your eyes as you sniffled made him feel guilty for a second, before the rage came roaring back, more potent than ever. How dare you make him feel like the asshole when everything that was happening now was a result of you and your fellow humans? Hadn’t he suffered enough after being forced into a sexual relationship with a human and made to struggle with what he’d thought were unnatural desires?

“Get out.” He surprised you both with the demand. As your eyes flew back to his face, widening in shock and horror, you could see his mouth drop open slightly, like he couldn’t believe he’d said it. Your vision quickly became blurry from the tears filling your eyes and you wiped them away with the sleeve of your cardigan.

“Tae-oppa, please,” you pleaded, dread filling you at the prospect of being cast out on the streets. It felt like your ribcage was closing in on your lungs and you couldn’t breathe. The worst part was that you didn’t even know why this was happening all of a sudden. You had no idea why everything had gone so wrong so abruptly or what mistake you could have possibly made that warranted this.

Overwhelmed with panic, you stumbled towards him, your hands outstretched, begging him to reconsider. “Tae-oppa, please, just tell me what I did wrong; I promise I’ll change, give me another chance, please!” It looked like he was starting to soften, but then you reached him and grabbed his hand, holding his much larger one between both of yours, and his expression closed off again.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he said in a calmer voice that was nonetheless brimming with anger. When you were slow to react, your mind unable to process the 180-degree change in his entire attitude from this morning, he continued. “Get your filthy fucking hands off me, you disgusting human,” he spat, pulling his hand away from yours.

Stunned and horrified by his words, you let your hands drop uselessly to your sides. Your eyes filled again with tears and this time you didn’t bother wiping them away. This was your worst nightmare. You didn’t know what had happened today to cause it, but somehow he’d come to his senses and realized that this relationship the two of you had was sick, disgusting, wrong, and he rightfully blamed you. After all, you were the one who’d initiated, who’d chosen to give in to his instincts when you should have known better.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice broken.

“Sorry? What fucking good does sorry do now?!” Furiously, Taehyung swept all the dishes off the island, and you leapt in fright as it all crashed onto the floor. The plate shattered and the pork was flung all over, making a mess. You stared in shock at the shards of porcelain and the meat strewn across the floor, then back to Taehyung.

“Tae-oppa, please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again-” Reduced to begging, that was all you could say as panic began filling your lungs and weakening your muscles. When he didn’t react, you sank onto your knees, not sure whether it was by choice or whether your legs had just given out on you. Tears ran down your face freely now as you looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of the kindness and love that you usually saw in his expression.

His stony countenance revealed none of it. “I don’t want to look at you anymore,” he responded coldly.

“No, Tae, please, please-” He couldn’t be serious, you thought wildly. You had nowhere to go; your whole life revolved around him…

When you were slow to respond physically, he grabbed your wrist. It was an action he’d done many times before, but never like this. Never with this dispassionate look in his eyes, like he was taking out the trash. You sobbed helplessly as he dragged you to the front door, casting you out and slamming it in your face.

And then you were alone.

The silence that followed the door slam was deafening. Taehyung looked around the apartment, feeling like a red fog had been lifted from his eyes. Now that you were gone, it was almost as if whatever hold you’d had on him had broken. He was still angry, panting slightly from his physical and emotional exertion, but it seemed that reason had returned to him.

It was almost eerily calm in the apartment now that he was alone, after everything that had transpired in the same space just minutes ago. He turned away from the door and walked back through the apartment again to the kitchen, his mouth twisting into a frown as he looked at the mess he’d made. As he bent to clear up the mess, the rhythmic motions of the mindless, banal task was somewhat soothing to him, slowly numbing the anger he’d felt.

He still didn’t want to think too closely about the whole situation or you, because he wasn’t ready to unpack all of it yet. While he figured it out, he figured you’d be safe enough, probably already on the way to Yoongi’s place, or one of the other members’. It was probably for the best that you spent some time apart anyway, regardless of how harshly it had been initiated. God knows he wouldn’t have been able to spend time just hanging around you like everything was all right, now that he knew what he did. Even though rationally he knew that you had nothing to do with the whole imprinting thing, and it wasn’t your fault, he couldn’t look at you anymore without remembering the way his free will had been stolen away from him, so neatly and wholly that he hadn’t even realized it was happening.

The thought was horrifying to him, sending a shiver snaking down his spine. No, it was better that you stayed away for the time being, he thought, throwing everything in the trash and exiting the kitchen.

After all, as much as your presence had manipulated him, he knew he was a danger to you as well.

You were cold. It was mid-March, and while it wasn’t as miserable now than it had been in February, the weather was still too harsh to be wandering around the streets at night, especially in the clothes you were wearing. You looked down at your feet, clad in the fluffy house slippers you’d been wearing in the apartment when Taehyung – when he –

No. You shook your head and wrapped your hoodie more tightly around your body, refusing to think about it. Even now, tears were starting to prick at your eyes as you sniffled, and you knew that if you let yourself replay the events of the evening in your head, you’d start bawling. It was bad enough being a lone human in pajamas wandering around the streets of Seoul; if you started crying, you’d attract even more attention.

You’d wandered around the expensive neighbourhood for a while, unsure where to go. You didn’t have your phone or anything else, since Taehyung had kicked you out with no warning, so you couldn’t call anyone for help. Not that you’d know who to go to. Your whole life in Seoul revolved around Taehyung, and you didn’t know anyone outside of that. If he was so mad at you, you were sure his members would be too, so as much as you wanted to just hide out in Yoongi’s apartment, you couldn’t bring yourself to go there. You didn’t think you could take it if he started yelling at you too.

Eventually you started walking to the only place you could think of – the shelter you’d been adopted from. You didn’t know if they would even take you in, but the lady in charge back then had been kind and warm, and you didn’t know where else to go. It was a long walk to the shelter, and it wasn’t the safest place to be alone at night, but it wasn’t like you had anywhere else to be, you thought slightly bitterly. You couldn’t say you blamed Taehyung for doing what he’d done, but obviously being homeless in Seoul in early spring wasn’t ideal.

It was late by the time you reached the neighbourhood where the shelter was, and even colder. Your nose was dripping, and you dragged your sleeve against it impatiently as you walked down the street. Here, the buildings weren’t as sleek and pretty as they were in Taehyung’s fancy neighbourhood, and the grey concrete and dirty walls were far less inviting. There was more than one abandoned lot, which would probably have been overgrown with weeds in the summer but were now just barren dirt.

You hadn’t been back here in almost ten years, and hadn’t missed it, either. Honestly, you wouldn’t have been upset never having come back here in your life, but sadly that just wasn’t how things had worked out. Your hands were shoved in your pockets as your shoulders hunched over, trying to make yourself seem as small and unnoticeable as possible. It really wasn’t the best neighbourhood, and you didn’t think you knew how to defend yourself if someone tried to start something with you.

Finally turning onto the street where you knew the shelter was, you breathed a sigh – you didn’t think you’d ever seen any adult humans there, but maybe the lady who’d taken care of you back then would let you stay a night, give you a hot meal…

The shelter was gone.

You stared up at the now-decrepit building with teary eyes, despair building in you. It had never been the best-looking building, since the shelter was permanently underfunded, but now it just looked sad. Some of the windows were boarded up, and bits of plaster had fallen off. It was abandoned now, dark and cold inside.

Just like you. You sniffled, trying to hold back the sobs and quell the panic rising in you. This had been your last idea, and now it was gone and you had literally nowhere else to go.

With one last look, you walked away. It was late now, past midnight, and you had to find somewhere to spend the night. It was too cold to just be on the streets, and you were sure you’d catch your death sooner rather than later in this weather. You sniffled again, wiping your eyes and nose on the now sodden sleeve of your hoodie, and shivered.

You ended up where it seemed lots of homeless people did, at an underground sheltered walkway leading to a subway station. You definitely weren’t the first one there, and you grimaced at the sight of hybrids and humans alike lying on the floor along the sides of the walkway. Sitting down gingerly in an empty spot and leaning against the wall, you sighed and closed your eyes. The walkway was warmer than it was outside, but it wasn’t comfortable, definitely nowhere near as nice as where you’d been sleeping just last night.

It was only now that you realized how fortunate you’d been all these years, living the pampered life of a pet. Going from your first owner to the shelter had been an adjustment, but now you craved the sense of security of having a roof over your head, even one that hadn’t been ideal, which the shelter definitely hadn’t been. In fact, until tonight you’d thought living in the shelter was the lowest point of your existence. Now you’d do anything to be back there.

You wanted to scream, cry and throw a tantrum, but you bit the inside of your cheek to hold your tears back. There was no point, and you’d just be disturbing the other people who were already asleep. Now that you were sitting down, somewhere warm(ish) and safe(ish), all the despair over your situation that had been held at bay by the need to find a place to spend the night was flooding in. Without anyone to contact and no other recourse that you knew of, you found yourself in a hopeless and terrifying situation. How could you go from the pampered existence you’d led all your life to this? You didn’t know how to take care of yourself, how to get food or find shelter. The thought that you’d be an easy target on the streets chilled you to the bone, and you almost didn’t want to sleep so you would remain aware of your surroundings.

Still, the physical exhaustion from walking all over Seoul proved too much for you, and before you knew it, you’d succumbed to a fitful, restless sleep, slumped against the wall with your head resting on your bent knees.

Any hope you might have harboured that all of this was just a bad dream vanished the moment you became aware of the uncomfortable position you were in, before you even opened your eyes. You kept them stubbornly shut for as long as you could, not wanting to acknowledge the situation you were in, but eventually you had no choice. The sounds of your fellow homeless brethren getting up and picking their cardboard mattresses off the ground (and wasn’t that a depressing thought) filtered through your senses, and finally you got up.

Your back and neck were killing you after spending the whole night slumped in that uncomfortable crouched position, and you grimaced as you stretched yourself out. Nature called, and you found a subway restroom to use, then tried to clean up the best you could in the sink, using toilet paper as a towel. Needless to say, you still felt gross but it was the best you could do at such short notice.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you sighed at the sight that greeted you. You were still in your pajamas, only they were dirty and slightly smelly from your adventures last night. As if on cue, your stomach growled to add to your misery, and you frowned. You had no idea where to get food, and now you really looked and smelled like you were homeless. Thankfully, you still had the hair tie that was always around your wrist, and you used it to tie your hair in a bun so at least it wouldn’t look that greasy and disgusting.

Walking out of the restroom, you aimlessly followed the crowd as you thought about your next move. Life as Taehyung’s pet had been easy and fun, never having to worry about where your next meal would come from, or about anything in life, really. He’d always spoiled you so much, but now that you were on your own, you were quickly realizing how woefully unprepared you were.

The hunger was a constant gnawing ache at your insides, distracting you. Now that people were on their way to work, you could see them holding all sorts of delicious treats in their hands. Hotteok, sandwiches… it all made your stomach growl. You were standing pitifully next to an office building, watching the nearby cart vendor frying up some delicious hotteok, when a hybrid wearing a suit approached you.

“Excuse me…” he said, and you just about leapt out of your skin in surprise, before turning to stare at him with wide eyes. He looked like a common dog hybrid, and you relaxed a little. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a threat, since all hybrids were stronger and faster than humans, but going by the ears perched on his head, he was a Samoyed breed, and they were always super friendly.

“Hello…” you said hesitantly, still unsure of what he wanted.

“I saw you looking at the hotteok, do you want one?” he asked.

“Oh…” You looked at the hotteok stand again before turning your gaze back to the Samoyed hybrid and nodding eagerly. “Yes, please!” you chirped, and he smiled as he went to the vendor, fishing his wallet out of his pocket.

Later, as you munched on the sweet, warm treat, you thought that maybe being homeless wouldn’t be that bad after all.

It turns out, of course, that you were a fucking idiot to have believed that for a moment. Towards the end of your first full day on the streets, having eaten nothing but the hotteok all day, you finally had an epiphany moment.

Hangang Park.

It was perfect. It was full of picnicking families with children who were all too keen to give tidbits to humans, plus there were always leftovers. You remembered happier times in your life, when you’d gone to have picnics at Hangang Park with the boys. They’d always over-ordered from delivery joints, wanting enormous varieties of food, and you’d ended up with way too much food for even seven hybrid men and one human to finish.

It took you another day on foot to get to Hangang Park, and you’d been ecstatic when you arrived. Finally, you thought, things should get easier. Food, public toilets that you could use, and maybe even some shelter if you could commandeer a tent.

When you finally arrived, it was getting dark and you sighed. Most people would have left by now; hopefully there were still a few stragglers who were looking to get rid of leftover food. As you walked through the entrance of the park, weaving around the barricades meant to get people to dismount from their bikes, you shoved your hands in the pockets of your hoodie uncertainly. You’d never had to do anything like this before, and it was scary and nerve-wracking.

As you selected a bench near a group still picnicking, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears. Somehow your adrenaline was rushing, even though all you really had to do was look sad and hungry when they were packing up, and hopefully they would decide to give you their leftover food rather than tossing it in the bin. Still, now that you hadn’t eaten in over a day, and had only tap water from public restrooms to drink, the stakes almost felt higher than anything you’d ever done in your life. Which was true, you supposed, since you’d led such a mundane and blessed life. Everything had always been provided for you.

Thankfully, you looked sufficiently pitiful for the group of friends to spot you when they were starting to pack up, and one of them beckoned you over with a hand. You happily got up and rushed over, making sure to put that extra bounce in your step to look even cuter than usual.

“Do you want some food?” the girl asked, pitching her voice a little higher than usual. You nodded eagerly, playing up the doe-eyed effect that usually had hybrids melting. She smiled at you in response, and her friend handed you a container with some fried chicken, and another with a few pieces of tteokbokki floating around in a bright red sauce.

“Thank you,” you chirped, holding the food in your hands, and they chuckled as they took turns petting you. You didn’t love it when strangers touched you, since you’d spent most of your life around familiar people, but you let them do it nonetheless and saw them off with a cutesy “bye-bye!” before going back to the bench to eat your spoils.

Before you could put the first rice cake in your mouth, though, you were surrounded by four people, all glaring down at you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you fucking bitch?” the one standing right in front of you said. Not loudly, but with so much anger and venom in his tone that you dropped the rice cake back into the sauce in surprise.

“Huh?” was all you could manage.

He snatched the container you were holding from you. “This is ours,” he snapped.

You frowned up at him, rising to your feet. He was big, though, and as you tilted your head up to look at him properly, you felt a frisson of fear run down your spine. The hunger gnawing a hole in your insides made you braver than you normally were, though, and you snatched the tteokbokki back. “No, it’s not; the hybrids gave it to me.”

“They were on our turf,” the guy standing to your right snapped. He wasn’t as tall as the first one, but still taller than you, and broad and muscular enough that you shrank away.

“I just wanted some food,” you protested, casting your gaze downwards. “I haven’t had anything to eat in almost two days.”

“That’s not our fucking problem,” a third one snapped. He was the smallest of the four of them, almost petite in frame, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. In fact, he radiated a menacing aura, glaring at you so fiercely with his fists clenched at his sides that you fought the urge to whimper in fright.

At this point, you knew that it was hopeless to try and intimidate them into giving you your food back, not least because you had no idea how to actually defend yourself on the streets. The despair and hopelessness caught up with you, and you sagged back onto the bench. Now that it became clear that they would actually take your first meal in almost two days from you, you didn’t have enough energy to stand or hold back the tears that had been pricking at your eyes since you were first cast onto the streets.

You sobbed helplessly into your hands, which were pressed against your hot cheeks. “Please, just let me have some food,” you begged, forcing the words out between sobs and gasps for air. “I didn’t know this was your turf, I’ll leave after this, I swear.”

With your head in your hands, you didn’t notice the four of them sharing glances over your head. “Hey,” the last one knelt on the ground to try and look at you, although you stubbornly kept your face hidden, not wanting them to see you like this. It was shameful enough that you were reduced to this, begging for scraps of leftovers. He was persistent, though, and you finally removed your hands from your face, swiping across it aggressively with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“You’re new here, right? The whole park is divided into territories by different groups of humans; you’ll have to leave unless you can join a gang.”

“Oh…” That was all you could say in the moment. Leave? This was the only place you’d thought of after days on the streets where you could have a reliable supply of food. If you had to leave the park, you were convinced that you’d starve. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes again.

“Hey, don’t cry…” The large one started shifting uncomfortably, and made to put his hand on your shoulder, but then pulled it back right before it actually made contact.

“I don’t know what to do; I’m so hungry…” you whimpered, all the frustration and despair from the last few days spilling out of you.

“We can take you in, but you have to contribute something; we can’t just adopt dead weight,” the smallest man informed you, his arms crossed over his chest. You looked up hopefully, wiping your face and sniffling.

“R-really?” you said in a small, hopeful voice. “I can contribute, I promise I’ll do anything! I think hybrids like me; I could get more food, I’m sure…” you offered, your voice trailing off uncertainly as you took in their unimpressed expressions.

“All of us can do that,” the big one explained with a shrug. “It doesn’t look like you can fight, either…” He eyed you up and down as he said it, and you fought the urge to hunch in on yourself, his blatant scrutiny making you slightly uncomfortable.

You bit your lip hesitantly, and when all of them focused on your mouth, you understood what it was they wanted.

“Okay,” you acquiesced, resigned. The tall one held his hand out, and you put yours in it, forcing yourself to smile up at him as he tugged on you to pull you closer to him. His other arm wrapped around your waist, and you feigned happiness as you found your cheek pressed against his chest.

Over the next two weeks, you began to settle into your new life. Thankfully, now that you’d been taken in by the group (which called themselves, strangely enough, Big Bang) things got a little better survival-wise. There was enough food that you didn’t starve, even if you were never full and satiated. They let you sleep in the giant tent they had, and once, when they’d collected enough spare change you’d all gone to a laundromat and washed your clothes.

If only the price to pay wasn’t so high.

In all honesty, all of them were insanely good looking, and in a different life you probably would have been more than happy to hook up with any or all of them over and over again. But this situation… it was, in a word, horrifying. Knowing that ‘no’ wasn’t an option because they could kick you out at any moment and leave you alone again tainted every interaction you had with them, even non-sexual ones. You couldn’t even blame them, because you knew that in order to feed you all of them were eating less, and in this short amount of time on the streets you knew that if you were in their position, you wouldn’t be rushing to adopt another stray either, especially one that didn’t contribute much. It was just unfortunate that this was basically the only way you could earn your keep in the group.

Waking up to a boner shoved rudely against your ass or hands up your shirt wasn’t something that was new in itself either; that had happened to you many times while you were living with Taehyung, particularly in the last month or so. Thinking about that made you kind of depressed, though, so you tried not to, although you wondered if this was karma for that. It probably was.

It wasn't that any of them were particularly nasty, so you didn't have the comfort of hating them. In fact, sometimes they could be downright sweet to you, saving you an extra bite of a sweet treat or something. In fact, the small one, whose name you found out was Jiyong, even saved you half a chocopie once that some kid hadn't been able to finish.

Maybe the arrangement you had wasn't such a bad thing, after all? You figured, as pessimistic as it was, that this was probably a permanent arrangement for you, and it didn't make sense to spend so much time and energy thinking about how much you hated your life. If you can't change something, change the way you think about it, and all that - although you had your doubts about whether it was really intended to help people come to terms with being forced into what essentially amounted to prostitution.

Really, though, it wasn't like there were any reasons for you to safeguard your chastity or whatever. Archaic ideas of morality had become obsolete long ago, and it wasn't like anyone was going to judge homeless stray humans for having sex. No one even spared stray humans a thought, which was really cold comfort given the situation you’d found yourself in.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was going about his life pretty much normally. The apartment was a little colder, quieter and duller without your presence, but he was still too angry to let himself dwell on that for too long during the first two weeks that you'd been gone. It was only when he'd calmed down some and realised that he might have overreacted that he was able to think rationally about the whole situation. He missed you, he realised, and it was a real asshole move of him to kick you out, although he wasn’t too worried about you, sure that you were safe in one of his members' apartments while he got his head on straight. No one had come to talk to him about you, but he figured it was just as well since he didn't think he was up to having you back at home yet.

Still, he wanted to give you some sort of peace offering, to let you know that he wasn't going to abandon you forever. Maybe you'd like some books or something, he thought. You always had your nose in one book or another, just like Namjoon, so he figured he'd pick up the one you were reading and pass it on to the member you were staying with.

With that in mind, he came home from work one night and went straight to your room instead of his. His nose wrinkled at the musty scent in the room, although that was to be expected since the door had been shut for the last two weeks. Your scent was barely in the room now, and he didn't know whether he should be sad or relieved to note that. He found the book you were reading fairly easily, of course, since it was on the little table next to your cozy reading chair with the pretty bookmark that he'd gotten for you overseas still in it. What surprised him, though, was that your phone was sitting beside the book. The battery was long dead, of course, and he picked it up together with the book, taking it to his room to charge it.

The next morning, he brought the phone and the book to the studio with him. Unfortunately, without you around to wake him up every morning, he'd reverted back to his old habits and was the last one in the studio, later even than Yoongi, who just looked at him with an unimpressed expression when he burst into the studio.

"You should comb your hair before leaving your house, Tae," Jin reprimanded gently as he started trying to pat Taehyung's wild bedhead down. Taehyung frowned at his hyung, but didn't otherwise respond, pulling your phone and book out of his bag.

"I brought Y/n's stuff," he explained, unnecessarily, he thought, since it was obvious that the phone in the pretty floral and rose gold case was yours. He was slightly confused by the blank stares from his members that met him when he raised his head to look at them again, so he elaborated.

"You know, she's been staying at one of your apartments, right? She didn't have her phone and I wanted her to have her book back."

"Taehyung-ah... I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about," Yoongi, ever the frank one, said bluntly.

Taehyung blinked. "She's not staying at yours?" he asked, his voice now a lot less certain.

Yoongi shook his head, and denials from the rest of the boys abounded as well.

"I didn't even know you guys had fallen out... what happened?" Jimin asked curiously. Helplessly, Taehyung's eyes fell on his leader, begging him for some assistance. Namjoon's face said it all, though. Taehyung had fucked up.

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