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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐬.𝐠.

✎₊˚⊹♡ summary & note: a fictional piece in which you are Geto Suguru's baby mother. A failed relationship between you two, you both settle for co-parenting your twin daughters (5 year olds - Naomi and Kimiko) . It's been several years and even though you think you moved from Suguru, doesn't mean he necessarily has even tried for a second... – whew i been sitting on this one for a minute!!

🏷 tags & warnings: no beta reader! i'll get to the mistakes as i reread! mature content is ahead. fem!reader (she/her), Suguru is early 30s and reader is in her late 20s, black!reader, mentions of suguru incarcerated, grinding, alcohol and drinking, heavy making out, swearing and no smut (yet)! part one of two (?)

✎₊˚ word count: 10k

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“Mommy!”

It’s music to your ears hearing the sound of your twin girls whenever they catch sight of you after a long weekend away. You smile, a gentle laugh falling from your lips as they run across the lawn and up the stairs to the porch. You kneel down as two small bodies collide into your own. You full on laugh as the girls giggle, allowing you to capture them in each of your arms as you hold them tight. Their small hands hug you back as you stand up, lifting them off the ground and onto your hips. You give them each a wet kiss on the nose and they erupt in another chorus of giggles.

“How was your weekend at daddy’s? I missed you two.” You ask your girls, meaning the last part beyond words could express. Usually you liked the weekend to yourself but for some reason the lack of noise left you feeling disoriented. It was the first weekend in a while you really missed your girls and wanted them filling the space with their silly questions and shrill laughter. You tried to busy yourself with Shoko and Yuki too but you always found yourself staring at your lock screen of your two girls.

“Daddy’s was so much fun!” Naomi bursts out first. You turn your head to give her your attention, her eyes peering up at you excitedly. The older of the two (by a few minutes) has her hair in bubble pigtails today.

“Yeah! We went to the zoo with him and uncle Satoru!” Kimiko shouts next, causing you to turn your head to face her next. The youngest has her hair styled just like her daddy’s with a half up and half down and her eyes mimic that same excitement Naomi had.

“Yeah and then he got spit on by a goat.” Naomi states as both her and Kimiko giggle at the memory. Their excited storytelling has you not paying attention to the body that exits the car finally. The door closing completely misses your ears until another voice joins the conversation.

“Don’t forget to add the dumbass provoked the fucking goat in the first place.” Your eyes move away from Naomi to see the third body approaching the porch. Your eyes settle on your baby daddy and ex-boyfriend as he stops at the bottom of the steps. He places a foot on the bottom step as he looks up at you. His handsome face adorns a grin at the sight of you and he can’t stop from scanning you from head to toe.

You notice, and can’t help but feel time slow down, completely forgetting he swore in front of the kids.

But the girls surely did not let it slide.

“Daddy! Language!” Naomi and Kimiko shout at the same time. You shake your head, finally released from the trance he put you in.

“Yeah, not in front of the girls, Suguru.” You scold him and he holds his hands up in surrender. A chuckle escapes his mouth as sees the same disdained expression across all three of his girls' faces.

God they look alike, he thinks

“I’m sorry little mamas.” Suguru apologizes because he ultimately knew better and he was horribly outnumbered. He ascends the stairs to give wet kisses on the twins’ foreheads to further butter his apology. The two girls laugh, giggling at their father’s gesture before the youngest speaks.

“It’s okay, we forgive you daddy.” Kimiko says and Naomi nods in agreement. You fight the urge to roll your eyes - failing miserably - as Suguru looks at you. He still sees you wearing that annoyed expression and he licks his lips before addressing you.

“But does mommy forgive daddy?” Suguru asks, hitching an eyebrow up and the gesture has you losing your breath slightly. Flashbacks of a younger Suguru plague your mind and it felt like you two were young adults all over again. Heat rushes to your face as he closes the distance between you two. You lose track of time, falling into a trance as the smell of his cologne dances around your senses like a sweet pheromone. You forget your daughters are still on your hips until Naomi swings her leg wildly and breaks the spell he had on you.

“Mommy! You should forgive daddy!” Naomi says and Kimiko nods.

“Yeah, mommy he said he was sorry!” Kimiko adds, both of your girls are back on his side within an instant. You can’t be surprised though, they always flip flopped whenever it was convenient for them. So, of course kisses from daddy would make everything better. You only shake your head but find yourself looking back up at Suguru.

“Yeah, fine I guess I do.” You roll your eyes as they squeal. You quickly set them down, arms tired before the two girls run off into the house. Naomi crosses the threshold, Kimiko right after before the youngest screams back at you two.

“Mommy, you should let Daddy stay the night so we can all have fun!” Kimiko yells over her shoulder before Naomi and her scream as they get into god knows what. You’re left alone with their dad who continues to wear that silly smirk on his face. You narrow your eyes at him to fight from smiling back.

“Did you tell her to say that?” You accuse, raising an eyebrow and Suguru chuckles and shakes his head.

“And have you chew me out later? Hell nah I didn’t.” Suguru is believable with his statement and you don’t bother to press. It shouldn’t be a surprise to you since the girls always wondered why you and Suguru lived apart but their friend’s parents lived together.

It was a tough conversation to have with five year olds, but you tried to explain the best way their brains could handle.

“Mommy and daddy just argue too much, babies.” You told them one night and they only looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“But, you guys don’t argue anymore right?” Naomi questioned and Kimiko nodded at the question.

“No, we don’t-”

“So can daddy come live with us then?” Kimiko blurted and Naomi stared at you with the same eyes. You chew on your bottom lip, anxious and dreading where this conversation was headed. A topic you always feared having with your kids.

“It’s complicated, baby.”

“What does' complicated 'mean?” Kimiko asked, attention span already shifted from her father at the word you threw at them. Naomi seemed to also forget the original topic of their dad, also focused on the new word. You could only mentally thank the heavens that they were still at the age of being easily distracted.

But you knew that night the questions would only happen more often.

Back to the present with Suguru, you nod.

“Good. Because that’s the last thing they need right now.” You tell him and he nods.

“I agree. You've been getting questions too?” Suguru asks and it's your turn to nod.

“Yes,” you sigh out shaking your head, “we should have seen this coming though. It was my fear when we split up.” You chew on your bottom lip, trying to keep the stinging in your eyes at bay. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of your ex boyfriend. Call it pride but you didn’t want to give any indication you missed him.

“Yeah, mine too.” Suguru agrees, mirroring that same expression that resembled close to pain and regret. Though he felt the latter emotion more than the former. You can see it in his eyes and he starts to fix his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Thanks for making them happy,” you say, “I never get them back upset.” Suguru only shrugs nonchalantly.

“Those are my babies y/n. You ain’t gotta thank me for taking care of my own blood.” Suguru replies to you. He raises a point, you shouldn’t and don’t have to thank him for taking good care of Naomi and Kimiko. Even though he hurt you like hell when the girls were young babies, he was always a good father to him.

“Yeah I know… I guess I’m just realizing what a great father you are to the girls despite all that's happened…” You trail off, attempting to end your word vomit before you end up opening old wounds. You stop yourself from continuing your thoughts and hope Suguru doesn’t notice you’re reliving the past before him. You try to shield your face from all emotion and pray he doesn’t pick up on the hurt you’re feeling.

Unfortunately for you, Suguru still knows you more than you’d like.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” You want to kick yourself for not maintaining a better poker face. You only shake your head and look away from Suguru. All the old feelings and memories came rushing back, crashing into you and causing your eyes to sting once more. You bite your lip once more and shake your head as your foot starts to tap. You’re trying your hardest to keep from crying.

“Nothing, I just-” Throat closing you cease speaking and close your eyes. You gave up trying to hide that you were about to cry, but you kept your eyes closed as you were still stubborn. Silly as it sounded you didn’t want Suguru seeing you cry over your history. It’s the pride that resonates deep within you — or what little you had of it left.

“Aye, please look at me, mama.” Suguru reaches a hand out but hesitates touching you. Past memories flash of you slapping his hand away and scolding him for not respecting your space. His palm burns to touch you despite this, but he tries to ignore it to keep from being cussed out.

“Suguru.” You say, voice breaking and bottom lip quivering softly. You bring a hand up to your eyes as you decide to finally open them. Salty tears break from their cages, flowing from your ducts and down your cheeks. You finally manage to look up at him, vision blurry as you wipe your tears.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” He says and for the first time you see him cry while he says it. Tears are brimming the edge and one soft blink sends them down his cheeks. He’s not crying as hard as you, but the few tears make you realize for once how sorry he looks. Usually you shrugged off his apologies but something felt different this time.

“I know, Suguru.” You say to him, nodding as he peers at you curiously. That same hand comes back out, testing the waters because all he wants to do is wrap his arms around you and hold you close. All he wants to do is hug and soothe all the pain you were feeling away. It was the least he could do after he caused you all the pain in the world. He hated his younger self more and more every time he watched you cry.

“C’mere.” Suguru continues to hold that hand up, beckoning you to come close to him. You look between his hand and to his eyes, studying the way his irises look back at you. Your eyes search for any sign of deceit while you try to think of any cons to falling into his arms right now. When your eyes come up empty and your mind blank, you give in.

As your bodies collide you can’t ignore that tingling feeling deep within your stomach. His scent clouding your nostrils as time seemed to warp. All those past feelings of romance, adrenaline, hurt, worry, and love came at once. Overwhelmed by the feelings, you cry into Suguru’s chest harder. His hand drops the girls’ backpacks and brings you into a tight embrace. Suguru tries to hold back the tears he feels when he actually feels you hug him back.

Fingers pressed into his strong back you allow yourself to wail. You let go of all the walls you had up, finally letting go of that pain you held onto for so long. You shake against Suguru and all he does is continue to hold you and caress your back, soothing you through your sobs.

“I gotchu mama, let it out.” He says against your forehead before kissing it. You cry a little harder before taking a deep breath. You pull yourself out of his chest but remain in his arms before speaking.

“Suguru, I forgive you.” You tell him truthfully and meaning it this time. You’ve said it before, not sure if you felt one hundred percent but this time you knew you meant it truthfully.

And judging by the way Suguru smiles back at you, you can tell he sees this too.

“Thank you, y/n.” Suguru says, wearing that same smile. Lips twitching, you can’t help but mirror his expression. Comfort exudes from both of you as you hold one another. A time warp happening again as it felt like old times where you two reconciled after a fight. The feeling was so comforting and warm that you two didn’t want to break away from it. Even though both of your brains have a nagging voice in the back saying this was wrong.

Especially when Suguru looks at your lips and has to lick his. And definitely when he feels himself leaning in to get a quick taste of what he’s been craving for so long. And for certain when you start to feel yourself set up for his lips against yours.

“Mommy, Daddy, what are you guys doing?” Kimiko’s voice breaks the daze from you two, causing both of you two to cease holding one another. You quickly wipe your tears before turning to your daughter. Kimiko stares up at both of you, eyebrows raised goofily as she wears a mischievous glint. You can’t help but swallow thickly at her expression. Sometimes she scares you with her wittiness.

“Daddy was just giving mommy a hug, Kimi.” You tell her finding no use in lying. Kimiko looks between you and Suguru, a big smile stretched across her face.

“Daddy, do you still like mommy?” Kimiko asks in an accusatory tone. That mischievous expression was still present and you can't even look at Suguru right now. Your face felt hot and you felt ridiculous because why was your five year old making you feel this way — embarrassed.

“Kimi.” Suguru says sternly, not bothering to answer her question and resorting to using his parental authority. If he was talking to Naomi she might’ve caught the hint, but Kimiko being Kimiko…

“Daddy.” She tries him, glint still there and you have to look over your shoulder to see Suguru. His eyebrows are furrowed thickly, attempting to put on a stern face to scare Kimi but when you look back at her and see she’s not backing down you giggle. Kimiko looks at you, laughing as you shake your head.

“You are trouble, little lady!” You scream, swooping down and scooping Kimiko up. She screams as you carry her into the house. You toss her up in the air before catching her and blowing raspberries on her cheek. Kimiko squeals, giggling as she tries to fight against you.

“Mommy!” Kimiko giggles as you kiss on her cheeks. Naomi comes running into the room, hearing the commotion with a barbie doll in hand.

“Kimiko what did you do?” Naomi questions, seeing you tickle her younger sister to death.

“Not listen to grown ups. You want to be tickled to death next?” Suguru asks, entering the house and closing the door behind him.

“No, daddy!” Naomi says and Suguru smirks at the oldest.

“Smart girl.” He applauds her as you continue tickling and kissing Kimiko until you finally think she’s had enough. You continue holding her as she catches her breath from her endless giggling.

“Let's take baths and get ready for bed huh?” You say as you bounce Kimiko in your arms. Both of your girls pouted and it was almost scary at how simultaneous it was.

“But we’re not sleepy!” Naomi argues, extending her arms out dramatically to put emphasis on her energy. Kimiko nods.

“Yeah! Daddy let us stay up later last night!” Kimiko throws her father under the bus and you shoot an annoyed glance at Suguru. He looks at Kimiko with wide eyes.

“Kimiko baby, what did we say about snitching?” Suguru asks of her and you further raise your eyebrow at the audacity of Suguru and his partner in crime.

“Suguru.” You raise your eyebrow at him and he looks at you nervously.

“Awh, Daddy you’re in trouble.” Naomi whispers and you nod.

“Mhmm, Daddy sure is.” You agree and Suguru chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Anyways, mommy is right y’all need to go to bed.” Suguru deflects back to the parental duties at hand. You side eye him, letting it slide for now as the girls sigh in unison. You walk over to Naomi, grabbing her hand to guide her to the bathroom as you carry Kimiko. Suguru takes the backpacks to the girl's room as he hears you start up a bath for the girls.

Several soapsuds later you manage to gather your two girls into bed with Suguru’s help. Despite insisting they weren’t sleepy they were suspiciously yawning quite a bit after the bath. By the time you and Suguru wrangled their wild hair into their bonnets and helped brush their teeth they were fighting sleep. You two were barely able to wish them goodnight before they drifted off to sleep, snoring softly as today’s events finally caught up to them. The both of you kissed their foreheads before leaving them to peacefully sleep in their bedroom.

“Thank you for your help.” You say as you enter the living room. Suguru turns to look at you.

“Anytime. I’ll head back home.” He said and for some reason you hated that feeling you felt when you heard those words. You weren’t ready to be apart from him yet. You struggled to find the words to ask him to stay but Suguru noticed your silence. He looks at you from over his shoulder before he places a foot in his shoe. He pauses seeing the hesitation and slight scowl on your face.

“Unless,” he takes his foot out of his shoe, “you want me to stay?” A smirk on his face at the cockiness that exudes from him. You don’t bother putting up a fight.

“Yeah. Sit down and have a drink with me.” You say and he raises a brow. However, he sits down and lounges back on the couch as if he’s at home.

“Bratty and bossy still I see.” Suguru says, eyeing you up and down and you only wear a sly smile on your face.

“Some things don’t change, Suguru.” You say before heading into the kitchen.

“Except that ass getting fatter.” Suguru mutters.

“What?” You call, retracing your steps to have him repeat his words.

“Nothing, mama. I’ll have that drink.” Suguru says and you roll your eyes. The man snickers as you disappear into the kitchen. You shuffle around the kitchen in an attempt to find the bottle of wine you recently purchased. However, after coming across it finally you had to remind yourself that you were sharing a drink with Suguru. Not your usual company of Shoko and Yuki, but your ex-boyfriend.

You place the wine aside and reach for something stronger.

Two cups of ice and a Crown apple later you walk back into the living room. Suguru has made himself at home during your absence. The television plays a trashy reality show, serving as background noise because Suguru is scrolling through his phone. He sees you out of his peripheral vision with two glasses and a bottle in hand. He gets up from the couch, meeting you halfway to take the glasses from your hands. You thank him as the two of you settle down on the couch. Shots are poured instantly by your hand and you hand one to Suguru while claiming the other for yourself.

“Damn, you still heavy handed as hell huh ma?” Suguru eyes the drink from the side, seeing how much liquor you poured into his cup and you can only chuckle.

“Some things don’t change.” You repeat once again before knocking the shot back at once. Suguru follows suit and quickly downs his drink. Both of you softly hiss at the bite of the liquor but smoothness of the apple that chases behind the whiskey. Suguru watches you reach for the bottle, pouring another shot but this time significantly smaller.

“What you been up to?” He asks, realizing he never had a chance to speak to you so casually. He watches you look off to the side, deep thought as you go through all the major things that have happened. He reaches for his glass as he takes a slip, awaiting your reply.

“Nothing really. Just looking after the girls, working, and seeing Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki when I can.” You say earnestly. Really your life is boring now that you stopped arguing with Suguru on a daily basis. Plus, the girls demand so much of your attention you don’t have time for the same thrills you two used to get into. It was for the first time you realized how relaxed your life really is now that you two have been successful at co-parenting.

“Good to know y’all are still tight.” Suguru says before sipping and you pick yours up to do the same.

“Yeah. Not even your antics could separate us.” You chuckle and he laughs as well.

“I remember when Yuki threatened to beat my ass after I fucked up.” Suguru reminiscences and you shake your head.

“Which time though?” You tease him but wait for his face to fall. It never does and he can only laugh knowing it was the truth.

“Fair point.” Suguru says as he takes a sip. You decide to down the rest of your drink since you’re not driving.

“How have you been? How’s the shop?” You ask Suguru. You place your glass onto the coffee table before you two and turn your body to face him completely. The alcohol finds its way down your chest before settling warmly deep in your belly. That warmth begins to tingle in your face and other places you attempted to ignore.

“Not much has been going on with me either,” he shrugs, “and the shop is good.” Suguru finishes before taking another slow sip of his drink. You notice he’s slowing down and see a soft flush dust across his cheeks. You fight to keep from grinning as you notice the physical effects of the alcohol.

You can't help but wonder if he was fighting that same ache you were busy with. You make a quick prayer he doesn't see you squeezing your thighs tightly before him.

“And I take it besides being spat on by a goat, Satoru is doing okay?” You ask about the goofy white haired male and Suguru can only laugh at the referral of the incident. He shakes his head at the aftermath of his best friend sulking and his girls going absolutely crazy.

“Yeah he’s still a dumbass.” He tells you and you laugh.

“Some things don’t change.” You say it for the third time tonight. Suguru nods and takes a long sip at that statement.

“Ain’t that the fucking truth.” Suguru curses and reaches forward to grab the liquor bottle. He pours you a shot before placing the glass in your hand. You snort, shake your head and take a long sip of the liquor. Suguru mirrors your generous swig and the two of you hold a gaze but say nothing. His eyes are wandering all over your face, reading your expression as you do the same to him. The two of you trying to figure out if the other was experiencing the familiar pleasantness amongst you two. Another time warp happening as it feels like old times together after a long day of work.

For you, it was a nostalgic feeling.

Ever since telling Suguru you forgave him, you felt so at ease and at peace around him. You want to be close to him and the desire reminds you of when you two were younger. You don't bother to try to focus on the fact that you shouldn’t feel this way but instead you start to embrace it. Maybe it was the liquor — and the growing ache between your legs — but for once you didn’t want to think rationally.

For Suguru, he felt as if he was about to lose his mind.

The grip on his glass tightens as he scans you from head to toe. Your t-shirt shows a teasing peek of your cleavage and your leggings accentuate the thickness of your thighs. He fights licking his lips as he sees your weight filling in the most dangerous places. Your curves are drastic, and he can tell you have a generous ass even from you sitting. You looked just as beautiful as the day he met you, if not more, and it tested his patience being this close to you. When he asked you if you wanted him to stay, he definitely didn’t think you were going to say yes. You would only do that in his scenarios during his daydreams.

But when you actually said yes? It took everything in him to remain calm and not look overtly excited.

The liquor is running through his veins and he only fights harder to keep from coming onto you. But god it has been years since he’s had you to himself like this and all he wants to do is tell you how much he fucked up and how badly he wants you back.

But he knew he couldn’t come on strong and ruin any chance.

If you even felt the same.

“Why you babysittin’? Your tolerance low now, Ru?” You ask him, deciding to break the silence after peeking at his glass. He looks at it, swirling the liquor around before looking at you. You recognize that look in his eye he gets when he’s about to be flirty.

“Ru, huh? Been awhile since you called me that.” Suguru flirts, raising his eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes and fail miserably to fight the grin that stretches across your lips.

“Yeah. I guess it has been.” You admit, your face slipping into a sultry countenance that Suguru is far too familiar with. He only smiles wider.

“Call me that again and I’ll down all this right now.” Suguru proposes. This time you raise your eyebrow at him, knowing your baby daddy is flirting with you and you should be playing hard right now. But with the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing he wants and ever needs — coupled with the liquor — all you wanted to do was keep playing these games with him. You aren't burdened with the possible consequences that could happen.

So you lick your lips and then reply.

“Ru,” you say leaning forward, “drink the rest of the fucking drink.” You demand, emphasizing the profanity and Suguru holds your gaze. He only takes the glass to his lips before staying true to his word and finishing it. He places the glass onto the table and turns back to you. His eyes look all over your face.

“Y/n, mama?” He asks. He has to before he backs out.

“Yes, Ru?” You ask, wondering where he was going with this.

“You got a man?” He asks of you and you raise your eyebrow confused. However you answer.

“No… why?” You ask him and his heart races in his ears. He’s about to do it.

“Good, because I ain’t tryna beat up a motherfucka.” Suguru says and before you can ask further his warm fingers are on the back of your neck. His body falls closer to yours, bringing your face to meet him halfway with the pull of your neck. You look from his eyes, to his lips, and back to his eyes to see him focused on your lips. Your heart is thumping loudly in your chest, begging to escape as Suguru continues to lean in to kiss you.

You should stop it. You should hold your hand up to block his lips from landing on yours. You should untangle yourself from his hold and go get him water. You should tell him to stop this and he should never try to kiss you again. You should tell him to sleep it off while you lock yourself in the bedroom and call it a night.

Should’ve, would’ve could’ve.

Because you sure as hell did none of what you should have done.

Instead you welcome his lips with yours instantly. A collision of passion erupts between your lips and spreads through you like wildfire. You meet Suguru more and more and he happily continues to meet you halfway. He steals your breath away from you every time he dives back in for more. Testing how far you could go, you slip your tongue between his lips and the man flat out groans. Before you can even register he is lifting you up and placing you into his lap.

You settle in his lap so easily and try to shake the feeling that his lap was made specifically for you. His broad hands find themselves sliding down the purchase of your back and not stopping till they find your rear. Nails sink into your ass, molding the fat in his hands as he gets reacquainted with your body. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of his rough hands on your ass after so many years. It feels so good you’re not even ashamed to admit you missed his hands on you like this. You keep kissing him and start nipping on his bottom lip after retreating your tongue.

“Bite my lip again and I’ll take you right here on this couch.” Suguru warns against your lips, pausing and kissing you briefly. You only smirk, snickering before kissing him in response. He kisses you back, gripping your ass before smacking the fat roughly. You giggle and decide to bite his lip again. Suguru grunts before slapping your ass again. You bite a scream, trying not to make too much noise but that fails when Suguru throws you down on the couch. You yell out but you’re silenced with Suguru’s lips against yours. You smile softly in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring you closer. Suguru smiles when he feels you smile as he settles between your legs.

“Crazy how I still fit so perfect between these legs.” Suguru pulls away from your lips to trail kisses across your cheek. His hot lips end up at that tender spot on your neck he still remembers all this time. His words cause goosebumps to prickle, invoking a physical response and you shudder as he kisses on the spot. He licks a circle before biting down and you buck your hips up.

“Suguru.” You whine beneath him, the tingling of your clit increasing beyond relief. Your hips continue to grind up against him, the friction of his jeans causing little relief as you try to find his erection. Suguru smiles against your neck as he continues to lick and bite along your neck.

“You grindin’ against me and shit what’s wrong, mama? Tell me and I’ll make it better.” Suguru says, kissing the spot that starts to turn red. You sigh out.

“I need you.” You can’t stop yourself from saying the words before they come out. Suguru hums against your neck, loving your response and he removes himself from your neck. He looks at you all over as you open your eyes to meet his stare. Another familiar situation underneath him as his locks fall, tickling your face as the chain around his neck threatens to do the same. The nostalgic feeling hitting you once again and suddenly you’re having romantic flashes of your past intimate times together.

“Been waiting for you to say those words for so long.” Suguru groans out before leaning down to capture your lips with his. You two share a messy kiss, lips sliding sloppily as spit mixes before briefly pulling away. You welcome him once more, kissing him with heavy intensity. He matches, thumbs on your waist that toy with the band of your leggings. The gesture has your heart jumping in your chest once again and your own hands find themselves at the hem of his shirt.

Suguru is sliding down your leggings, deciding he can’t wait any longer and you lift up your hips. He manages to slide them halfway down before you tug on his shirt. He pulls away allow you to take it off. The tee lands on the floor, exposing Suguru’s ink on his broad chest and toned abdomen. You run your delicate hands over the ink, old and new to you, and look up at him. He smiles down at you, hand coming to hold your cheek before kissing you. You kiss him back, starting to shimmy your leggings off until something jolts you to sobriety and back to Earth.

“Mommy? Where are you?” The sound of a sleepy Naomi causes everything to halt. You nearly jump out of your skin and you push Suguru off of you. He lands on the opposite end of the couch as you stand up. You shimmy your leggings on properly before grabbing Suguru’s shirt off the floor. You throw it at him, hitting him in the face but you don’t care. You fix your hair and your shirt as you exit the living room.

“Mommy’s right here! What’s wrong baby?” You round the corner to see Naomi at the top of the steps. Her hair is free from her bonnet, wildly all over the place as she rubs her eyes sleepily. She holds her stuffed animal in her hand as she pouts.

“I had a bad dream.” Naomi pouts and you see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Your heart breaks at the sight of her unhappy and you immediately hold out your hand, signaling for her to come down the steps.

“Come on baby, let's get some water and then we’ll talk about it, okay?” You ask as she nods, descending the steps with her stuffed animal still in hand. When she’s within reach you pick her up to bring her into the living room. Suguru is sitting inconspicuously on the couch but frowns when he sees Naomi’s distressed state. However when she sees him she perks up instantly.

“Daddy?” Naomi says incredulously as you place her next to him on the couch. He smiles, happy to see his baby girl still excited to see him after spending a whole weekend with him. He holds out his arms as she crawls into his lap.

“Yeah, baby girl I’m here. Daddy heard you had a bad dream? Wanna tell me about it?” Suguru asks, shielding a protective arm around her and with her relaxed you sneak off to the kitchen. You quickly get her a glass of cool water as Suguru keeps her company.

“And then the monster chased me!” Is what you heard when you rejoined them. Suguru listens intently, nodding when appropriately and he sees you approaching with the water.

“Don’t worry about a monster I’ll shoot it,” you roll your eyes, but Suguru chuckles, “momma’s got your water so be a big girl and take some sips for me, yeah?” He coaxes her as you hand her the glass. She takes it with her tiny hands before sipping a generous amount. You frown, wiping her forehead to see remnants of sweat beading at her crown.

“Are you hot, sweet girl?” You ask Naomi and she nods. You peel her onesie open to allow her to get some air. You knew sometimes when she got hot her dreams only turned wicked to mirror her discomfort. Suguru keeps her in his lap but grabs a nearby paper to fan her.

“Daddy, why are you still here?” Naomi asks after a few moments of silence. You look at Suguru, wondering how he was going to explain this one to her.

“Daddy and Mommy were just hanging out.” He says, eyes flickering to you to show a flirty glint before looking back at Naomi. She looks at you and you nod.

“Yeah. Daddy was just telling me how well you behaved this weekend.” You say, knowing that would ease her curiosity for now. She smiles softly before taking another gulp of water.

“You feel better now, lil ma?” Suguru asks, rubbing her back and she nods. You take the water from her and she curls into her dad, resting her head on his chest. You take the glass back into the kitchen and rejoin them on the couch. Naomi remains laying against Suguru, surely ready to go back to sleep at any second. You see the way she yawns repeatedly and blinks sleepily.

“Get some rest, Naomi.” You assure her and she sleepily nods before closing her eyes. She was always good at listening and you were thankful for it. Soft snores begin to escape her mouth before you two even know it.

“I’ll go put her back to sleep.” Suguru whispers softly, trying to not wake her up. You nod, agreeing to that before he gets up from the couch. Him and a snoring Naomi make their way back to the twin’s bedroom as you clean up you and Suguru’s mess. It’s only then you realize the gravity of what the fuck was happening before Naomi woke up. You’re placing the glasses into the sink before bracing yourself on the ledge. You still feel Suguru’s hands all over you, his lips kissing you, and his teeth biting at your neck. Your legs grow weak, lungs hitch, and clit begins to tingle as you try to shake the feeling away.

“What the fuck.” You say to yourself before putting the liquor away.

You definitely had enough of that for tonight.

You make your way back to the living room to meet Suguru at the same time. He looks at you, awaiting for you to say something but you also wait for him to say something. The both of you feel the awkwardness that falls between you two. The need to address what just happened on the very couch that was a few feet from you. Your eyes can’t help but look there briefly before looking back at him. Suguru studies you before pressing his lips together. You know he’s about to speak.

“Y/n—” But you’re scared and cut him off.

“I think you should go.” You say, trying to ignore the hurt that flashes across his face. Suguru looks at you, scanning you up and down hopeful you will change your mind. But when he sees that look in your eyes he knows what game you’re about to play. That look of wanting to retreat and hide, yet with confusion, you were bound to shut down on him. You were still in need to process what the fuck just happened on your couch and Suguru could understand it.

So he doesn’t press.

“Alright, y/n.” He says before walking over to where he placed his shoes. A small toxic feeling erupts within you, hoping he would fight to stay because he usually does but then you have to remind yourself that this is a new Suguru before you. So when he actually respects your space it's surprising — as bad as that sounds.

But you already told him to leave so you walk over to walk him out after he secures his shoes on.

You two come out to the porch and he turns around to look at you. That same hopeful expression is still on his face because he wants to stay with you bad. He wants to find himself between your legs again, making you sing his name all night as he traced every inch of you with his tongue. He was begging to learn the layout of your new body as there were curves he needed to retrace. He wants you all to himself all over again.

But when he looks into your eyes and sees the mix of emotions, pain and longing being of them, he can only get mad at himself from fumbling you in the first place.

And because he was desperate to get you back, he would wait as long as he needed to.

He would do anything to prove that to you.

He just needed to tell you.

“Text me when you get home please.” You say, looking away briefly. You were nervous to utter the words but look back at Suguru and realize you were nervous for nothing.

“Will do.” He says curtly. You look at him, expecting him to say more but he doesn’t.

“Okay. Goodnight.” You say, starting to turn around but Suguru grabs your arm. You turn to look at him and before you know it he has his hand back on your cheek. He’s guiding you to a quick kiss before you can even register, his lips feeling so good against yourself you struggle to hide your desire to want more when he pulls away. His eyes stare down at you, caressing your cheek before he speaks.

“Let me know when you’re ready to talk about what happened on that couch, mama.” Your stomach drops at the directness of what just happened but you nod. Your eyes itch because you know unpacking what happened with Suguru tonight was more than just the liquor. You couldn’t blame the Crown on the raw intensity of the emotions you felt when Suguru touched and kissed you.

However, you nod and he places a gentle kiss on your forehead before dropping his hand from your cheek.

“Goodnight, y/n.” He says before parting from you. You watch as he descends the steps and heads to his car. He hops in, starting up the engine before pulling out of your driveway a few moments later. You wave him away as he blows the horn, leaving you with the cool summer air and your thoughts running a mile a minute.

* * *

“Y’all did what?”

Shame manifests in the heat that scurries across your cheeks. You have to lift the wine glass to your lips and take a handsome gulp to calm your increasing nerves. The scrutinizing gazes your friends gave as shocked work on all of their faces had you feeling guilty at what transpired between you and Suguru.

“I think y/n said her and Suguru made out.” Yuki says smugly, holding a hand out to Shoko who rolls her eyes. You can’t believe your eyes as you see Shoko slide a twenty to the blonde. She snatches it up before tucking it into her pocket and you only scuff at your best friends.

“Y’all had a bet?” You ask and Yuki nods.

“Of course. A long ass one — but a bet nonetheless.” Yuki tells you, smirking as she looks at Shoko from the side. The brunette only continues to roll her eyes and puff on an electronic vape in her hand.

“Yeah. I thought you were completely done with Suguru but Yuki apparently knows you better than I do and knew you would cave in one day.” Shoko does not bother hiding her disdain at her losing the bet and you and Utahime both shake your heads.

“You two are ridiculous.” Utahime says.

“Yet you keep coming back for more.” Yuki raises her eyebrows like the flirt she is and Utahime only shakes her head once more. You sigh, shaking your head and taking another long sip from your wine. You knew this was only the beginning yet it was already so painful with Yuki and her smug expression.

The situation with Suguru happened Sunday and now it was Friday night. Tonight is your monthly scheduled girls’ night with Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki. Suguru had the girls again and got them this morning before you went to work because he knows of the monthly tradition. When you saw him this morning you thought the time apart would dull the sparks you felt last time but you couldn’t be more wrong. Your stomach was at your knees when you saw him exit his car this morning. His hair was tied up in a messy bun, putting emphasis on his strong jaw you wanted to run your tongue along.

Not to mention the gray sweats that left you searching for a print absentmindedly.

Although nothing happened because you still played that stubborn game. It was a moment where Suguru looked like he wanted to confront you about what happened since you hadn’t called or texted him since he told you he got home safely, but the loud squealing of his babies prevented that. You only used that as an excuse to why unpacking that right that second was a bad idea.

So you and Suguru made it another day without addressing what happened. Even though that's what you wanted, you can’t ignore the disappointment you felt when he drove away.

“Anyways, you guys made out. What else happened?” Shoko asks, placing her vape down and picking up her wine glass. She takes a hefty sip, clearly enthralled with the change of events despite losing the bet. However, her brown eyes gaze at you with a look that is laced with concern and worry. That look only further makes your stomach twist and you take another sip of your wine before answering.

“Nothing. Naomi woke up because she had a nightmare.” You say. All three women exhale loudly, not realizing they were all holding their breath while awaiting your answer. They were suddenly thankful the eldest twin put a pause on the risky business occurring between her parents. Your best friends would be supportive of you no matter what you decide, but they never wanted you to do something you may have regret.

And with you telling them the nature of alcohol being involved they weren’t fully convinced that was something you truly wanted.

“Well thank god for that.” Utahime says and the rest of you nod. You take another sip and speak.

“Yeah but we were close. My leggings were almost off-”

“Wait, just your leggings? Not even your shirt? Yeah you were definitely thinking with your pussy and not with your brain, baby.” Yuki clocks you and the other two look at you for confirmation. You can only smile sheepishly and take another huge gulp from your wine. At this rate you’d be drunk shortly if you continued, but god this wine didn’t feel strong enough.

“Y/n this is serious though,” Utahime looks at you with eyes of concern, “do you regret it at all?” She asks the critical questions you feared all night. You look between your three best friends, licking your bottom lip as you feel your eyes stinging with tears. You feel ridiculous at the threat of crying because of a simple question so you try to blink them back but they notice. Utahime places a hand on your knee, thumb rubbing back and forth before you let the tears escape.

“No.” You admit for the first time aloud to yourself. More tears fall down your cheeks and you quickly try to wipe them, feeling weak for crying but you should know better. Your friends would think nothing of the sort of you because you've been through so much with Suguru. Between him being in and out of jail and the nights filled with toxic arguments, it was turmoil and heartbreak that they never wanted to see you go through again. Not just with him, but with anyone out there.

“Do you still love him?” Yuki asks, not able to stop herself. The other two women look at her with a pointed look but she ignores them. You understand the stares Shoko and Utahime gave her, but you also understood why Yuki was asking you this. It’s why you’re friends with her. She asks all the right questions no matter how hard they are.

“I…” you trail off shaking your head, “I don’t know.” You say honestly and your best friends give you a look of sympathy. They know what you’re feeling and know they can only help you with so much . This was something you really had to do some inner reflecting to figure out.

“And that’s okay,” Utahime assures you, still rubbing soft circles on your knee, “we’ll be here in any way you need us, okay?” She says and the other two women nod at her words. You nod at your best friends, another chorus of tears running down your cheeks before you look at your friends with gratitude.

“I love you guys.” You sniffle and Yuki pouts before removing herself from between Utahime and Shoko. She comes to your vacant side to hug you. You lean into her warmth as Utahime squishes you from the other side and Shoko decides she has to join in. She comes to the front and hugs all three of you.

“We love you too, y/n,” Shoko says against your hair before kissing it, “we’ll be with you however you decide to deal with this.” And the other two women nod against your frame. You can only break out into a small cry in response, the love and security filling you endlessly because you knew your girls always had your back.

You couldn’t be thankful to have a reliable support system.

Not too far from you, Suguru was having his own debriefing with his own friends after successfully putting the twins to bed. A drink in hand, he sat with his friends Satoru, Kento, and Choso. The three men look at him expectantly after he says he has something to share.

“So? What is it, Suguru?” Choso asks, taking a sip from his drink as the other two men look on. Suguru sighs, looking at his drink, the brown liquor suddenly the most captivating thing in the room. He looks back at his boys and then replies.

“I almost had sex with y/n.” Satoru and Choso yell out as Kento shakes his head.

“Your baby moms,” Choso asks for clarity and Suguru nods, “fuck bro.” He takes a large swig from his beer, shaking his head as Satoru claps his hands dramatically.

“I fucking knew yall were going to slip up at some point,” Satoru yells before sucking his teeth, “fuck I knew I should have got in on the bet with Shoko and Yuki.” muttering the last part to himself but Suguru heard. He pays his best friend no mind and is more focused on shushing them.

“Dumbass one and two shut the fuck up because if you wake my babies up…” Suguru threatens, trailing off but the two men lower their voices. Kento continues to shake his head at the two dumbasses in question but looks at Suguru with worry.

“What even happened?” Kento asks and Suguru sighs, shaking his head and taking a generous gulp from his drink. The brown liquor didn’t feel strong enough at this moment so he took another sip before answering.

“Crown fucking apple, bro.” Suguru sucks his teeth and all three of them shake their heads at the mention of the liquor.

“Gets you everytime.” Satoru shakes his head and Suguru throws the cap of a beer bottle at him. He giggles, ducking before taking a sip of his beer.

“And the fact that she actually let me hug her for the first time in years.” Suguru shares and the trio of men all look at him with wide eyes. Suguru nods as he takes a sip of his drink, his friends mirroring his action at the news of you accepting affection. Satoru, Kento, and Choso all knew about the shit you two went through and knew how much distance you put between you and Suguru. They heard — even saw —the cold shoulder you gave him and only kept topics pertaining to your kids. Any other topic you didn’t see a point in having because you were only co-parenting with Suguru, nothing more.

No deeper friendship than what your kids could see and for damn sure no relationship.

But as honest bystanders they definitely did not blame you one bit.

“Come again? Y/n let you hug her? Were the kids watching?” Kento asks and each of them find their surprise when you shake your head no.

“Nope. They were long in the house. She was crying too and told me she forgave me.” Suguru tells them and they all whistle at the change of events. Even Kento has to take a sip as Choso and Satoru do at the news of you forgiving him and being vulnerable while doing it too? They knew you were serious.

They all take long sips before Choso responds.

“Then she invites you for drinks?” He asks and Suguru nods.

“Yeah. And I finally got the courage to kiss her.” Suguru spills and the three men shake their heads again at the confession. It wasn’t a surprise to any of them though. They were well aware and far too familiar with Suguru and his desire to get you back. They knew it was more than a long shot but they didn’t blame you with the amount of fuck ups Suguru did. Not to mention they all know what an attractive woman you are and the fact that you even give him the time of day still is a blessing on their friend’s end. You could have anyone you wanted.

“And she didn’t slap the shit out of you?” Satoru asks incredulously and Suguru nods. He can’t help but smirk smugly and he takes another sip from his drink.

“Sure didn’t. Kissed me back and honestly we might have fucked that night…” Suguru shakes his head and Satoru raises an eyebrow. Choso also looks confused and Kento waits for Suguru to elaborate.

“What stopped y’all? She came to her senses?” Satoru teases and Suguru throws him a mean glare. He sucks his teeth.

“Nah, bruh Naomi had a nightmare and woke up. She was looking for y/n and I literally almost had her out her leggings.” Sugru says, shaking his head at the memory last Sunday. Frustration wasn’t even the word to describe what he felt but all that melted away when he saw the peril on his baby’s face. It was long forgotten when she perked up at the sight of him too, that smile of hers so contagious on him.

“That’s quite the turn of events.” Kento mutters before having to down the rest of his drink at the news sinking in. Satoru and Choso nod, following suit as they all polish off their drinks. Suguru only follows naturally since he’s at his own house and doesn’t have to drive home. His daddy duties are long done for the night and he can relax a bit.

“You’re fucking telling me.” Suguru mutters, rubbing his forehead at the slight stress he felt. He wants to feel excited about finally feeling your lips on his again, but with you avoiding him this morning he couldn’t celebrate just yet. He saw the way you tried to keep the conversation focused on the girls and when he finally had a chance to speak on what happened the girls came rushing out. He knew you would use that as an excuse to push the conversation further off and it took everything in him to drive away without confronting you.

You gotta show her you’re different now, he spoke to himself as he drove off and directed his attention to his screaming girls in the backseat.

“And now how is she acting?” Chosos asks, sensing there was more to this story after they all refilled their drinks. When he sees Suguru look at his Hennessy rather than his boys he knows it's not good. He takes a sip from his beer as he watches his friend speak.

“Weird as fuck.” Suguru admits and they all utter a damn and have to drink to that news. They had feared you would have reacted this way had anything happened between you two.

“Damn, Suguru.” Satoru sighs out and takes two large gulps from his beer.

“I fucking know bro.” Suguru continues to look at his liquor swishing around in his cup. They saw their friend looking hurt before them but there was nothing they could do. After all, it was Suguru’s fault why he was in this position in the first place.

“So, what’s your plan now?” Kento asks, looking curiously at his friend and Suguru briefly looks from his drink to his friend. He sighs, shrugging.

“Patiently wait until she’s ready to discuss it.” Suguru says, knowing that’s the only way to deal with you. You need your space to figure things out and the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel cornered. He wanted you to come to him when you felt comfortable.

“Smart man.” Kento says, impressed with his best friend and seeing the growth between him now and his younger self. Suguru looks from his drink and to his friend, smiling softly before taking a gulp.

“Time behind bars makes you think about all the shit you could have done differently.” Suguru admits solemnly and the other men can’t help but nod and take big sips at the memory of their boy behind bars.

“I never wanted to rub it in,” Choso says, “but you fucked up badly fumbling y/n.” Kento and Satoru nod at his words and Suguru can’t even get mad because he knows he’s right.

“Choso’s right. Y/n was nothing but good to you.” Kento adds and Satoru nods.

“Both of them are right.” Satoru finishes. Suguru can only look between all his friends finally.

“I know. I got a lot of making up to do.” He admits to everyone, including himself. They all take a brief moment, soaking in the silence amongst the four of them before Satoru’s eyes light up. He makes a noise, garnering the attention of his friends that have them raising their eyebrows. A cat-like smirk spreads across his lips before he takes a sip of his drink.

“I just had the best idea.” Satoru says, giggling to himself mischievously as everyone looks on, waiting for an elaboration.

“You gonna share or?” Choso asks and he quickly looks at Suguru. The male scans his friend up and down before looking back at Choso.

“I will, with you and Kenny boy but not in front of him.” Satoru jabs a thumb in Suguru's direction and the male raises his eyebrow once more.

“What the fuck are you planning?” Suguru demands but Satoru ignores him.

“Why not tell Suguru?” Kento asks and Satoru answers him.

“I’ll explain but not in front of Suguru,” he turns to look at a steadily pissed off Suguru, “you’ll fuck up the plan if I tell you.” His teeth clench at his friend who continues to test his patience however Satoru continues to wear that same smug look. That look that taunts him for being out of the know.

“If you fuck up anything I got going on with my baby mama–” Suguru starts off but Satoru cuts him off.

“I promise I will not fuck anything up and I will take full responsibility if things go south but I’m telling Kenny here because he’ll tell me if he’s a good idea or not.” Satoru says after hooking a arm around Kento’s neck, point his thumb at Kento as he says his beloved – not – nickname. Kento only rolls his eyes and unwraps Satoru’s arm from around his neck.

“It’s true, Suguru,” Kento assures him, “I got your back. If it's not a good move I’ll call it off. Although I’m interested to see what this plan is.” Kento finishes as he strokes his chin, falling into deep thought as he thinks about what Satoru could possibly be planning.

“I trust you.” Suguru says, reaching out and him and Kento dap one another up. Satoru pouts dramatically.

“So you trust him and not me?” Satoru questions and Suguru lifts his glass up to his lips before quickly replying.

“That's exactly right.” Suguru says as Kento and Choso chuckle. Satoru only continues pouting and Suguru shakes his head seeing similar mannerisms in that of his twins.

“I don’t know why. I’m the only one who’s in a successful relationship.” Satoru casually gloats as he crosses his arms over his chest. He huffs, pouting but the other three men shake their heads.

“I’m still trying to work out in my head how you managed to get Utahime to go for that.” Kento says, taking a sip from his drink and Suguru and Choso can’t help but agree. Satoru only blushes at the sound of the woman’s name but he shakes his head.

“Is it so hard to believe that I’m handsome and charming?” Satoru asks his friends and they all nod without a second question.

“Absolutely.”

“Yeah dumbass.”

“Yeah, Satoru.”

“All of y’all are haters,” Satoru huffs, “anyways thank me later when you and y/n get back together.” He finishes out before taking another handsome sig of his drink. Suguru only looks at his best friend and hopes for once he’s right about this mysterious plan Satoru insisted on leaving him in the dark with.

Even though Suguru was clueless about the plan he one thing for certain:

and that was he would do anything to get you back.

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thatanimeramenchick · 2 months

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I just thought of somethin(I’m sorry if I’m spamming or anything. I’ve got ADHD so my brain is constantly making ideas that I have to share. I do not wish to overwhelm you)

What about a Yandere Lucifer(Hazbin) with a immortal human reader? They were cursed from a young age with immortality because of a mistake there mother made. They can die but don’t really stay dead. Every time they die they get a scar so there covered with them both large and small. They go to university but was supposed to be sacrificed by a cult to Lucifer but obviously survived but now there stuck with Lucifer always being around?

Yandere Lucifer x Human Sacrifice Reader Pt. 1

You’re fine! Definitely not spamming. I just might take some time before I get to writing it. Lucifer has me in a choke hold, but so does Vox. I also wanted to do this idea justice, as it actually has a lot of potential, so it took me a little while before I finally felt like it sounded kind of decent. Also it was getting long, so going to be a two parter.

Part Two

Trigger Warning: Graphic Violence

Word Count: 2,431

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You first realized something was wrong when you were twelve.

It was a warm August afternoon, perfect for a day on the lake. Only a week left before school, your extended family was having a last little hurrah camping trip. Water brushed against your shoulders as you waded through the water, looking for small fish and crawdads. Your cousins were on the shore, half asleep as they rested from swimming.

“Kids! It’s time for lunch!” you heard your Aunt’s voice fill the air.

Eager for food, like any other over-exhausted child, you turn quickly on the slick rocks, ready to run inside.

“Wait for me!” you cry out, taking no care in how fast you were moving.

And down you went. Your slipped right out from under you and sent you crashing beneath the waves. A roar filled your ears as your body ripped through the water and sent your head against the stone ground. Along with the cold water, you felt a hot liquid bubbling from the crown of your head.

Whether from shock or pain, you were unable to swim. You thrashed and attempted to scream, only letting more water into your throat. Surely someone had heard you falling and would come to save you, right? There was no way they hadn’t heard you.

Yet as seconds passed, you started to think that maybe no one had heard you. Every passing moment felt like an eternity as you were unable to hold your breath and water choked down your throat.

You swore that you felt your lungs literally ripping apart, splitting at the seams in a pain that was so intense you felt like you would black out. You suddenly knew what it was like to be the balloons you and your cousins had blown up with a little too much air and watched pop into a million pieces.

The oxygen must finally have evaporated from the combination of fluid filling your lungs and blood leaving your body. This was it.

You were going into the arms of the angels.

---

To this day, beneath your hair, was the large scar from “the incident” as your family referred to it.

Well, when they referred to it at all, which was almost never.

All you had remember was awakening in the hospital, gasps, tears, and even a scream filling the air as you sat up.

“I-impossible!” your aunt had said, gazing in shock at you, “She was… She had to be….”

“I told you, the doctors had made a mistake,” your mother had said calmly. She had been sitting beside you, squeezing your hand. Though her words were soft and controlled, there were tears on the edges of her eyes.

Your cousins started crying as well, coming forward, looking just as stunned. The only one who had seemed unsurprised was your mother, who held your hand in a death grip.

That day lived in infamy in your mind. Though nothing had ever been explained, small snippets from conversations you hadn’t been meant to overhear had formed an image of what had happened.

Finally, it had been noticed that you were not there, and your eldest cousin had been the horrified witness to your body in the lake, water red from the massive loss of blood. Though they had called the ambulance, it was clear to everyone that you had died before they had even got there.

Or so they had thought.

You had been laid in the hospital, check on, with no pulse or breath in you. Your family had been in the room crowding around you, all saying final goodbyes. All except your mother, who had simply grabbed onto your hand and insisted that you weren’t dead. The doctor had made a mistake, you would be fine. Naturally, your Aunt and Uncle thought that your mother was simply confused after the traumatic experience.

But you had woken up. Suddenly, something had changed. The machines detected life, and you had taken a gasping breath before groggily opening your eyes.

The nurses and doctors had seem just as spooked as your extended family, but once it was determined that somehow you had survived and your lungs were intact, they let you go. Someone must have made some kind of mistake at some point.

There had been no explanation, logical or otherwise for your salvation. Your mother said that you must be under divine protection, and you had accepted the answer, as much as you weren’t really convinced of it. Convinced or not, you were alive, and you supposed that was what mattered.

That had been nine years ago. It was something you rarely thought about anymore, though recently, you had been wondering about it. The whole thing was weird, and your studies in medical school only made it weirder.

You didn’t have time to think about it these days though. You were short on two things, money and time. Which is why you were now looking at the posters hung in the cafeteria for an opportunity to make some quick cash.

You had some cash flow from your repeated donations of plasma and blood cells, as well as the occasional babysitting gig in between studies. You needed more though, and the flier you were looking at was promising a lot of pay if you went to this interview and were accepted as a participant for an experiment that some seniors were doing. So many of you had participated in a couple of experiments for professors and students to earn a buck here and there. You could do it again. You ignored the vague wording, thinking that it was probably some experimentation that involved the subjects being in the dark.

So now, you were sitting on a park bench with the interviewer for the program, being drilled harder than if you had stayed out all night as a teenager.

“Do drugs, smoke, alcohol?” the interviewer asked.

“No,” you said.

“All right,” she said, "And... we'll need to know you're relationship history as well. Any boyfriends, girlfriends?”

“I had one boyfriend in high school,” you said, "Been too busy last few years though.”

“Just one boyfriend... Ok, and any hookups?” she asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Like, you know, bar or party hookups. Casual sex.”

“I-I- Uh... No,” you said.

“So you're a virgin?” she asked.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t see how this is relevant,” you said, feeling uncomfortable.

“It’s necessary information for dividing the groups in our experiment,” she said, “Your personal name isn’t going to be connected to any of this. But we need to know as much personal information as possible if you want us to consider you for this. We need to know our subjects on a deep level.”

You sigh in irritation, “Fine, whatever. Yes, I am.”

“Ok,” she said, scribbling something down.

After a few more minutes of interrogation, she stood up.

“All right then, I think I have everything I need to know. We will be in touch if you pass all right? If you do, you'll be contacted on the meeting place for the experimentation,” she said.

---

A week later, you had gotten a call back from the same interviewer, saying you had passed initial testing. They assigned a day for you to show up at the lab. After you had arrived on the appointed day and signed some wavers, they took you aside and gave you some medication, saying they were conducting a test on REM sleep in three sessions. The first two had gone typically, and you had awoken, mind numb and fuzzy after the sessions. But something was different when you woke up the third time. You weren't in the lab.

You awoke, foggy eyed, your mind still grainy. The room was freezing, even more so than the normally cool temperature it was kept at. In a few seconds, you realized you weren't in the lab at all or likely the university. Your surroundings were totally alien as you realized where you were and who you were with.

You were looking up at a circle of men and women in black and red cloaks. A sickening smell of incense fills the air, and you feel something right digging into your wrists and ankles. In moments, you realize you have been tied down to a stone altar, somewhere dark and damp, like a cave or temple. Directly over you stands a middle aged man, holding a knife.

“She’s perfect,” he said, “A beautiful young virgin. Not tainted in any way, in good health. The ideal sacrificial lamb.”

The day of the incident was swarming back into your mind as you now struggled against the rope tying you own, as futile as you had felt slapping against the water. You couldn’t even attempt to scream, a cloth was shoved so far down your throat, the scent of whatever chemical they had dipped in it making it burn. Part of you wondered if you would vomit and repeatedly suffocate before he could even stab you.

“Oh Lucifer, we call upon you to accept this sacrifice,” the man called out, raising the knife, “May you be pleased with this offering, and in exchange bless our work. May we be more prosperous and rich than any others! We bow down to you!”

With his final words, he sliced the knife into your chest, so fast and swift that you didn’t feel it at first. It was as subtle as a breeze rushing past your cheek or hearing a whisper in the hallway. Small as it was though, you couldn’t deny that it was there. Within a split second, as he ripped the knife out, you felt some of that pain materializing. A muffled scream is silenced, and you feel the cloth sink deeper into your throat, choking you. Even if your mouth can not let out a sound, the surrounding flesh is painful enough that it feels like it is screaming in silent agony.

He continues to stab at you. The pain worsens as he tries to push the knife deep into your heart, but manages to instead stab into your ribs multiple times. Each removal of the knife releases a fountain of blood. Warm, fast, sleek streams bathe your skin and clothes as he drives the knife through you over and over again, without mercy. Penetrating, forceful, as if you were being violated in the worst possible way. The physical pain of the experience is nothing compared to the mental anguish of helplessness and terror you feel.

Finally, mercifully a few cuts sink between you ribs and pierce your heart. Within minutes, your world begins fading to black.

This is it. Finally.

At least that was what you hoped. No more pain, only peace.

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Hell was real.

You hadn’t died, but you didn’t need to for you to experience a pure torment worse than death. Some twisted miracle, curse, whatever the hell it was, had saved you. You awoke who knows how long after the attack, alone and still strapped to the stone altar. You couldn’t lift your head, it roared with pain. The pure torture of regenerating, something you hadn’t felt in years. Your body burned and itched as it restitched itself back together, slowly. The process of regeneration was in some ways more gruesome than the actual attack had been. Every inch of your chest felt like it was on fire.

The cloth was still stuck deep in your throat, making it impossible to call for help, but part of you knew that even if you could have it probably wouldn’t attract attention from anyone you would want. Your only fear was that it would remain stuck in your throat for ages. The image of it resting there until your spit somehow dissolved it and allowed for you to breathe normally haunted you, as well as the image that you might die from an infection or suffocation like this a couple of times before that happens.

Your mind was so focused on this that you didn’t notice the glowing light walking around you. Sight fuzzy, you winced as the light fully entered your focus and before you stood a man, radiating light from his crimson and white body. Wings on display, emanating from his back. No further details could be caught though, as you were in too much pain to really pay attention. Despite this though, you had no doubt who this was.

Lucifer.

You were surprised. Always, your imagination had painted the devil as a creature of darkness. Even if he wasn’t a red horned creature, you had expected a creature that radiated evil and smoke. Yet Lucifer stood before you with an almost ethereal glow about him. While there was a certain flame about him, it burned with a cool, almost glorious light.

Well, you had heard someone once say that the devil portrayed himself as a creature of light. Perhaps the brightness of his form should not surprise you. A mask of goodness over his true evil intent. He leans over you, gazing at your half-alive form.

Finally, the devil reaches over to your face, gazing at you with a look that you decide must be curiosity. There is no way that it contains the pity that your mind at first thinks it glimpses. If this is the devil that the group worshiped, then there was no way any sympathy could be found in his eyes. He lowered his hand to your face, causing you to flinch, the pain exploding at your brief movement. Instead of the expected violence though, he caresses your cheek with tenderness.

“Poor little thing. Humans are such fools,” he murmurs, “The way they treat their own is downright atrocious.”

While you would push his touch away if you could, you find it impossible. The pain is too great to bother defying him. It is nothing compared to the torture your body goes through though when he lifts you into his arms. Chipped bones feel as if they are shifting through your sliced muscle and ripped flesh. You feel more blood flowing out of your body, like the lake sand would flow between the cracks in your fingers as a child. Even though you are unable to scream, you must have at least attempted to make some kind of noise as the demon holding you makes an effort to soothe you.

“Sh… It’s all right now,” you heard, “You’re going to be just fine. There’s no need to be afraid.”

It was the last thing you heard before pain consumed your mind and took you from consciousness.

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backwzzds · 9 months

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ೃ⁀➷ touch me feel me, renji abarai (nsfw)

renji helps you relax after a long day at the nursing home.

for @roronoaswifey 🫶🏾🫶🏾

you huff out a deep breath as you finally open the door to your apartment. with a close of your eyes, you begin to feel yourself swaying back and forth in near collapse, but almost jump when you feel a familiar large set of hands support you.

“renjiii, don’t touch me, i have old people piss & shit over me,” you whined, shrugging your husband off of you. “i’m sweating, i stink, i feel disgusting.

renji frowned before embracing you again. “i missed you.”

you turn your head and peck his lips before leaving your dirty shoes by the front door and begin walking barefoot to your bathroom. “i know baby, but i need to shower first. that 16 hour double really fucked my back up.”

renji nearly winces at the sound of your back cracking for comfortability. but still, he ignored your previous protests and continues to place small kisses at the nape of your neck as you undressed out your scrubs. he’d lick you in dirt if you’d let him. some sweat didn’t bother him.

“i’ll run you a bath. then lemme give you a massage afterward, mama.” his voice is so convincing. all you wanted to do was collapse and fall asleep, but it would be a cold day in hell before you sat on any piece of your furniture in your contaminated work clothes. renji picks up your scrubs and places them in your work hamper set to wash in the morning.

finally, you give in with a bare nod as renji makes his way over to the tall white tub. running piping hot water just the way he knew you liked, you’re in the bath in two minutes. you sink to your bottom and tiredly rest your cheek against the base of your knee. renji notices how you’re so exhausted, you forgot to put your braids up so they wouldn’t get wet. grabbing pieces of your hair, he ties it up in a makeshift bun atop your head, to which you thank him with a mutter.

“bad day mama?” he asks as he began soaping your back with your washcloth. you let out a deep breath for the millionth time. you were just so happy to be home with him now. from the quietness of your response, he already knows your answer. “what happened baby?”

“so much shit. this shift was more traumatizing than the last. some old bitchy aide reported me to the nurse for a small mistake of leaving a trash bag in a room and i just kept making a bunch of mistakes today. i’m already an outcast because of how new i am to this shit, so this just makes it all much more embarrassing,” you admit it. “i don’t really wanna talk too much on it, ‘fore i get pissed off. that okay?”

renji looks at you as you turn to him with sad eyes. he gives you an adoring smile as he kisses your ear. “you just worked 16 hours. wouldn’t be expecting no different shit from you,” he teased with a small laugh from you. “just remember, everyone starts from somewhere. at the end of the day, you have a bigger goal to reach after school and most of that shit just stems from jealousy. a lot of older people don’t like seeing younger ones win or get bread. it’s fucking crazy.”

you giggle at his words, slowly feeling the stress leave your body. leaning against renji’s arm on the side of the tub, you run your pruny fingers across the terrain of his multiple tattoos. with soft eyes, you turn your head to face him once more.

“still wanna give me that massage?”

and that was how you ended up with your back to the mattress, getting between your legs ate out like no tomorrow. you always knew renji ate pussy. it was one of the reasons you got and stayed with him. but to say he was average at doing so—would be one of the biggest lies ever told.

“oh,” your voice is barely audible as your each up to stare down at the scene before you. a full head of red hair is busy obstructing your view as you can only see the side of renji’s face while he eats you out. “right there.”

you don’t have it in you to scream, you don’t have it in you to do too much. all you could do was cry and whine. your entire body is moisturized and glistening with cocnout oil with exception to your pretty pussy that’s being devoured by your husband.

“renji,” you let out, mind too confuzzled from the intense pleasure from your lower half to form any proper words. “t-that feels s-so—fuck daddy,” you bite your lip so hard, you swear you feel blood drawing from the pricked skin.

“feels good baby?” renji’s deep voice sends vibrations between your thighs as you nearly suffocate him from squeezing so tight around his head. he couldn’t blame you, you were a head squeezer as much as he was a head pusher.

“so good, ‘m gonna cum soon,” you cried, watching the euphoric scene unfold beneath you. renji licked long stripes up the base of his cunt before spreading your fat lips open to get a better view of your soaked clit already beginning to coat itself in white. to make matters better worse, renji slipped in a long and slender middle finger into your entrance, slowly pumping in and iut of you.

you begin to feel his digits curl in and out of you as he continues working around your creamy clit. it’s inevitable for your hands to immediately fly to his maroon red hair, wavy strands damp from helping you out in the bath.

your knees are folded so far back behind your head, the dangling jewelry of your belly piercing is digging deep into your skin as you threaten to collapse your legs along renji’s own back. “can’t—can’t hold it,” you’re breathing heavily, unsure on whether or not you can contain your orgasm.

renji hums at the sweet spot between your legs and continues at his slow pace. he was gonna take his time with you tonight. he knew how hard you worked, and only wanted nothing but the best treatment he could give you for the night. the pleasure wasn’t his, but instead yours.

within seconds, the devious redhead is kissing your clit, still working wonders on you. 11:59 by elijah blake is now playing lowly through your shared room as you grip the bedsheets beside you. renji uses his free hand to slowly slide up your body, making sure to touch every aspect of your curvaceous terrain.

without the use of his eyes, his hands immediately find home to one of your breasts, and he grabs the fat flesh in his hand, squeezing it contently. he removes his touch from you to spread your lips open once more, deciding to turn the heat up just a bit.

“renji!” you’re gasping when you feel his tongue poke your open hole. that was enough to send you creaming all over his face, milky white arousal coating his long tongue diving in and out of you. “please please, right there, i’m cumming, i’m cumm—“ your boyfriend ignores your exasperated cries as your legs tremble around him.

an hour later, he’s still going and by now you’re on your fourth orgasm. renji never joked around when he said he ate pussy for his pleasure. and not just any pussy—your pussy. the man could eat you out for hours on end then fall asleep like a baby without ever expecting anything back from you in return. he proved himself right every time he got between your plush thighs and ate you out like your pussy was his last meal on death row.

renji comes up from between your legs for the first time in a while. “c’mon ma, you can cum one more time for me. make a mess on my face baby, you deserve it.” a taunting smirk is rested upon his face as he admires the reaction he managed to have on you.

your entire body felt like it was going through shock. how could him eating your pussy soft and slow make you feel like a thousand volts of electricity where running through your bloodstream? you can’t even remember the trouble you went through earlier that day at work by the time you’re finally squirting along his face, completely done and overstimulated.

your mouth is held wide open in an o position as your breath gets caught in your throat. you can’t find the breath to speak as you continue releasing yourself all over renji, who, in turn is basking in your arousal like a child at a waterpark. tears flow from your dolly eyes as you finally feel all energy suck out of you like a vacuum.

by now, renji is doing his last rounds and licking you up completely clean. he always managed to get you so fucked out whether it was with his dick or with his fingers and tongue alone. by the time you’re pretty much wiped up clean, your man presses kisses along the brown terrain of your body. your braids are long gone out your bonnet by now, and you’re sure that your sheets were next in line to wash.

renji’s voice is sensual and low as he comes back up to you and looks down in your eyes with love and lust clouding his pupils. running his large hand down your breasts and giving it a comforting rub, he asks you, “you finally forgot about all that shit that got you worked up at your job earlier?”

the nod on your head isn’t enough to hide your smile as you throw your leg over him and finally knock out for the night.

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dambaepuff · 3 months

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STRAW-BEAR-IES

☆Pairing: BearHybrid!Namjoon x GN!Reader

☆Genre: hybrid au, fluff, one-shot, pg-13

☆Warnings: none!

☆Word count: 4.3k

☆Summary: You noticed the strawberries in your garden started going missing a few weeks ago, the bushes often being smushed as if something big stepped onto them. Slowly you start to find other parts of your large garden in disarray as well. Who might be this crop thief stealing from you?

☆A/N: Hi!! This is the first time I’ve ever posted onto this account, I hope you’ll like it. I’m thinking of making it a series potentially? Feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions and/or if you have any sort of criticism and tips. Also beware of the fact that I do not have a beta reader and English isn’t my first language so there might be some mistakes!!

You sigh as you step into your garden and close the gate. It seems as though someone payed it a visit again last night. The once beautiful green grapes you had growing were now gone, the vines torn down, the trellises bent in funky ways and all the leaves crumpled. You take off your gardening gloves and stuff them into your apron’s front pouch. Your bare hands softly touch the now ruined plant, trying to examine the damage and determine if it’s salvageable. With a huff you bend down and grab onto the plant’s support structure, making sure your footing is firm you get to work with lifting everything up and fixing it.

“Hm, I need the toolbox for this one.” You mumble to yourself, letting go of the structure and tumbling backwards a little. Set on repairing the trellis, you start walking towards the shed. With a pep in your step you start to whistle a random tune, stuffing your hands into your pockets and fishing around for the key to the shed. As you pull out the keys and start to fumble around with them, trying to spot the square silver key, you catch movement in the corner of your eye. At first you brush it off as wind rustling branches, but then you register a large brown lump moving around. Your head shoots up and you immediately freeze up. About ten meters away from you stands a large grizzly bear, sniffing around in the bushes on your property. With fear coursing through your veins, the sudden adrenaline makes your thoughts turn hazy. Starting to fumble with the keys faster you decide it’s best to hide in the shed till it leaves, however once the jingle of the metal clinking resumed the bear’s head rose. It’s black eyes landed directly onto you. Your hands shook and you dropped the keys, your panic starting to become more prominent.

Just as you thought the wild animal was going to pounce, it turned around and ran in the opposite direction as if it was the one scared to death. You halted all your movements in confusion, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wiping the sweat that accumulated on your forehead you picked up the bundle of metal from the ground and finally found the right key. Quickly shutting the door, you let yourself slump against it. Thumping your head against the wood, you let out a sigh of relief.

After that day you were on edge for a little while, but it wasn’t long till you went back to your usual routine. One morning you had gathered all of the produce that was overly ripe into one large bucket. Now wanting it to go to waste you fed part of it to some of your animals and the rest you had left out in front of the garden in hopes of the thief taking from there instead of ruining all your hard work. You had been carving away at a small piece of wood whilst laying on your hammock when you heard rustling behind you. Slowly turning around you spotted the same brown bear eating away at the produce you had left in the bucket. Your heart started to pound in fear, not knowing what to do you laid back down and tried to be as still as possible, hoping that the beast would be gone soon. The munching noises you could faintly hear stopped at some point and everything went quiet. Tightly shutting your eyes you prayed it was going back to where it came from, but instead you heard heavy footsteps coming towards you. A tear brimmed your eye, your skin prickled with goosebumps and your blood pumped so hard you could hear it. Shallow breaths took over your body, each one of your muscles tensing. The footsteps stopped right beside you, a warm breath tickled your face. The animal let out a deep groan, curiously starting to sniff you. Unable to open your eyes from the terror you used sound and your imagination to be able to tell what the bear was doing. It’s sniffing stopped at your hands, it’s wet snout nudging your skin. You cracked one eye open and saw the large beast staring at the small wooden figurine you had been carving. It’s eyes held no hunger or malice, it looked interested and almost kind? Unsure if you were seeing right, you fully opened your eyes, gawking up at the creature. It looked down at you and then back at your hands, almost as if it was asking what you were doing.

“Uhm, this?” You asked, your voice coming out weak as you held up your creation. The bear grunted and nodded its head. “Oh it’s just a little figurine I was making, it’s supposed to be a dog.” You said wide eyed, to which the bear nodded. “You can… You can understand me?” You squeaked out. The bear nodded again and let out a small grunt. Your confusion only doubled, yet your interest was piqued. You set down the carving onto your stomach and reached out one of your hands, slowly bringing it up to the bears head. Hesitantly you set it down, the fur feeling softer than you’d imagine. Slowly, your hand started to stroke its head to which the beast let out a content grumble and leaned into your touch. Completely stunned, all you could do was continue petting it. The bear lowered its head and let it rest in your lap, the warmth emitting from it surprisingly comforting. The mammal’s big black eyes started to blink slower, its entire body seeming to relax. You however, still felt a bit on edge. It started to nudge your hand with its nose, ‘This is it, I’m going to lose a hand now!’ you thought, expecting to get bitten. However, to your surprise all it did was give your palm a few licks, as if thanking you. It stood back up with a grunt and started to make it’s way towards the wooded area on your property.

After that exchange you had started leaving fruit and leftovers from your dinner on your front porch each evening. Every morning you’d wake up to the food gone and a little gift left in its place. The presents varied from pretty rocks and flowers to money and shiny jewelry you assumed the creature stole from someone. Scraping the remnants of sauce into the container you hummed along to a song playing on the radio. With leftover pasta in one hand and an array of fruits in the other, you made your way to your front door. Pushing the handle down with your elbow and kicking to door open with your foot, you prepare to place the food down onto the steps. A familiar set of black eyes startle you, almost making you drop everything you were holding. “Oh! You scared me.” The bear huffed out something that sounded similar to a laugh. “I got you food. Sit down.” It obliged and plopped down with a grunt. “I got you strawberries, I know you like those.” You say as you place everything down and pick up a strawberry, throwing it towards the bear. It catches the berry mid air and happily chomps down on it. “Bon appetite.” You grin at it and make your way back inside. Sparing the beast one last glance through the window, you turn off all the lights and make your way to bed.

The bear started showing up for dinner early more often, letting you feed and pet it. Tonight was no different, you fed the creature, talked to it pretending it understood you and bid it farewell. Loud claps of thunder awoke you from your sleep, looking out of your window the rain was pouring down like no tomorrow, wind wildly throwing around leaves and jostling trees. Immediately your mind jumped to your furry friend. Without a second thought you got up from bed, quickly shuffling into your slippers and pulling on a robe. With hurried steps you made your way downstairs, looking out onto your front porch you saw the same lump of brown fur laying outside your door, finding shelter from the rain under the gable roof. For a moment you hesitated, what could you even do? Would it be absurd to let the wild animal into your home? It definitely would be. So, you unlocked your front door and opened it. A gust of wind immediately hit you in the face, carrying rain water with it. Not far from your house, a bolt of thunder struck the ground, echoing loudly and flashing before your eyes. The beast startled awake, looking around it shivered in fear. Trying to get it’s attention you yelled over the wind and thunder, flailing your arms around like an idiot. The ears on its head lightly perked up and it turned its head to face you. Large black eyes landed on your figure, watching as you beckoned it inside. Without a hint of uncertainty the creature got up and started walking towards you. Reaching around in the dark and running your hand along the wall, you found the light switch and turned it on. The second your friend entered the house you shut the door, sighing as the storm’s noises faded into a mere hum.

“Wait here.” You instructed and quickly made your may to the bathroom, taking two large towels and scurrying back to the entrance. Unfolding the fabric, you draped it over the bear and got to work with drying it off to the best of your abilities. When you got to its head, you became more gentle. Gingerly rubbing out the moisture from its ears and cheeks, you looked into its eyes. They held a warmth you couldn’t explain, a sort of gratitude no regular bear could express. Its large snout twitched and it blinked up at you slowly. “You’re such a cutie.” You said softly and wiped its forehead. It let out a grunt and looked away as if it were embarrassed. “Come, you can sleep on my rug.” You said and started making your way toward the living room. Heavy footsteps followed behind you, the old wooden floor of your house creaking underneath its weight. “Sleep here, just don’t break anything please.” You told the beast with a small smile and bid it goodnight.

Sounds of birds chirping and the soft howl of the wind woke you up. Sitting up in bed you yawned, stretching your arms out above your head and twisting your torso around to release tension. Your feet made contact with the cold floor of your bedroom, sluggishly getting up to open your window. You leaned outside and took in a big breath of fresh air, the smell of rain still present in the morning chill. The peaceful moment was cut short by loud clanking coming from downstairs followed by a thump. Startled, you quickly made your way towards the source of the noise. Expecting to find the bear you’ve come to know as your friend, you’re alarmed to see a fully grown man standing in your kitchen with all of your pots and pans spilled onto the ground. You quickly grab one of your kitchen knives and firmly hold it towards the intruder. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” You ask calmly. The man’s eyes widen and he puts his hands up. “Uhm uhh...” He mumbles, clearly taken aback. “I’m Namjoon.” He says and raises a brow, sounding more like a question than a statement. “How did you get in?” You question, tilting your head up and straightening your posture, trying your best to intimidate him. “You let me in last night.” His response takes you off guard, before you can reply to it his hand goes up to his head and he points at a pair of brow ears you hadn’t noticed before. That’s when it clicks. The large grizzly bear you had befriended wasn’t entirely a bear after all. Everything made sense now.

“Why did you steal from me?” The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can think about it. “Uhm, I was hungry.” The man replies, his ears drooping and his arms coming back down to his sides. You soften at his words knowing he never meant any harm. Putting the knife back you crouch down to pick up all the pots, he follows suit and the two of you quietly clean up. “So you say your name is Namjoon?” You asked as you began to gather ingredients for breakfast. “Yes.” He responded with a nod of his head. “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to officially meet you.” You gave a small smile which he returned, adorable dimples appearing on his face. “Would you like some breakfast?” You asked as you rummaged around the kitchen. “Yes!” He responded eagerly to which you chuckled. After a beat of silence he spoke up again. “I’ve been thinking…” You let out a hum, encouraging him to continue. “You’ve kept me fed for so long now and I’ve done pretty much nothing in return. Let me help you with all your farm work to pay off my debt.” He said in a low voice. “You have no debt Namjoon.” You responded and looked at him over your shoulder. “However, a helping hand is always welcome here.” You started cracking eggs into a bowl. “Plus it would be nice to have someone around to talk to, y’know to keep me company.” You said as you started whisking the eggs. “You’ll let me stay?” He asked in disbelief, his voice full of hope. “I don’t see why not, you don’t look very weak and that’s certainly a plus.” You stated as you looked him up and down, giving a playful wink. His eyes winded a bit, but he didn’t comment on it.

After eating together you had decided to give him a proper tour of the property. He seemed particularly interested in your garden and your sculpting workshop. Once you showed him everything you began doing chores together, occasionally chatting and getting to know each other more. You had found out he was a stray hybrid, living on the streets for three years now. He had tried hitch hiking from one town to another about four months ago, when he suddenly got weird vibes from the truck driver he was traveling with. Not wanting to risk anything he ran away once they had pulled into a gas station, never looking back. After wandering through the woods for ages he came across the fence of your estate. At first he wasn’t going to cross it, scared someone would hunt him down and kill him if he entered private property. However, once he had smelled the pie you were baking his hunger got the better of him and he jumped the barrier. Realizing you were a stable source of food he continued to sneak around and eventually ended up here with you. Feeling grave pity for him you decided in that moment that it was your mission to help repair this man and give him the comfortable and fulfilling life he never got the chance to experience. He also told you about some of his friends who were stray hybrids as well, hoping to reunite with them one day. Apparently there were six of them, seven including Namjoon. They helped each other survive when no one else would.

After a long hard day of labor, the two of you came back to the farmhouse. You gave him some of your old oversized clothes and pointed him to your bathroom. He took his first proper shower in a while, enjoying using all of your different products and being pampered. Whilst he took care of his hygiene you got busy with making dinner. As you were grabbing all the ingredients you needed from the refrigerator, you noticed the vanilla tarts you had made the day before. Debating on serving them as dessert your eyes landed on the last couple of strawberries you managed to salvage from your garden, seemingly the bear’s favorite kind of berry to steal while you weren’t looking. Lighting up at the idea of combining the two foods for your friend to enjoy, you giddily got to work with dinner, the idea of surprising Namjoon lingering in your mind the entire time. Once he came out of the bathroom your eyes raked his form. Admiring how the large clothes fitted his frame and the way he did his best to dry his damp hair and ears with a towel. It only now dawned on you how handsome he was, this being the first time you truly took a moment to observe him since you initially saw his human form. His eyes caught yours, before you could get lost in their dark color you cleared your throat. “You hungry? I’m almost done with making dinner.” You asked and quickly started stirring the pot of sauce you were making. “I’m starving. Need any help?” He replied to which you instructed him to set the table.

The meal was fairly quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. When both of your plates were empty and your bellies almost entirely full, he was about to get up from the table. “Not so fast!” You said with a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere, I swear I was gonna help you clean up!” He replied briskly to which you laughed at him. He tilted his head in confusion, still thinking you were trying to scold him for bad manners. “There’s desert.” You said, your smile widening. His eyes lit up and his ears perked up. You could hear clothes shuffling, but he wasn’t moving an inch. That’s when you realized his tail small was wagging underneath his shirt. Trying to bite down your smile, you served the tarts on a plate with your strawberries. His nose moved as he sniffed the air, clearly eager for the treat. “What is it?” He asked in wonder, pointing at the baked good. “It’s a vanilla tart, try it.” You responded, handing him a fork. He eagerly dug in. Once he tasted it he started nodding his head vigorously, a close lipped smile spreading on his face. “You like it?” You asked. “Mhm!” He almost purred out, his taste buds not used to such delicate dishes. “Have a strawberry, I know you like those. Plus it goes well with the vanilla.” You picked up one of the red berries, thoughtlessly bringing it up to his lips. He shyly opened his jaws, holding eye contact as you inserted it into his mouth. His lips closed around it, faintly brushing your finger tips as you pulled your hand away. He slowly chewed, still looking at you. “Good?” You inquired, he leisurely swallowed. “So good.”

Namjoon had been living with you for a few months now. He had started stealing from your garden during last year’s spring and you let him into your home around summer time. It was now late January, your entire property covered in a blanket of crystal white snow. During this time of year you never have much work around the garden, more so focusing on taking care of all of your animals, letting yourself be consumed by reading and sculpting more often than not. “Namu, we’re running out of firewood, we should go chop up some more before it gets dark out.” You said as you poked around the fire you created in the fireplace, not realizing the nickname that slipped from your mouth. “Namu?” He questioned, testing it out on his tongue. “Hm, Namu. I like it.” He looked up in thought, lowering the book he was reading onto his lap. “Wait what was the question?” He suddenly sat up straighter, realizing you said something he didn’t quite comprehend. “I didn’t ask you a question, I said we needed to go get more firewood before it gets dark out.” You plopped down onto your butt from the crouch you were in a moment ago, chuckling at the bear hybrid. He watched you closely, playing with one of the pages of the open book sitting on his thigh. You leaned back on your palms and raised an eyebrow at him, awaiting his response. “Oh, yeah sure. You wanna go now or…?” He broke the eye contact, looking around at nothing in particular. “Yeah, let’s go.” You got up and dusted your hands off, walking up to where he was sitting on the sofa you extended an arm, helping him get up. The two of you got to work with preparing the firewood, Namjoon doing most of the heavy lifting. When you finished with it he turned into his bear form, stating that it’s easier to stay warm that way. He laid on his side on the floor, you leaning against him and petting his soft fur. It was to reserve heat you told yourselves, not being able to admit that the soft touches served as more than just a source of physical warmth.

One night you laid in your bed, covered in heaps of blankets trying to warm your body up, but it just wasn’t working. No matter how many layers of fabric you put onto your body you were still freezing. You crawled out of bed, shivering as the cold air in your room hit your whole body. Shuffling around in the dark for your slippers and robe, you hazily pulled them both on and made your way to the guest room down the hall. Lifting your fist up to the door you softly knocked, a sleepy grumble could be heard from the other side. Taking it as a sign to come in you pushed the door open. “Namu, I can’t sleep from the cold. Can I come sleep in your bed?” You quietly said into the darkness. The lump in the middle of the bed grumbled something, his arm extending and lifting the duvet he was under. You eagerly entered the room and took off your robe and slippers, shimmying into the bed. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his warm chest. Finally heating up, you let your body relax into his embrace, letting sleep take over.

Following that night it became a routine to share a bed, the excuse still being the need for warmth. Namjoon had especially grown accustomed to holding you in his sleep. So much so that one afternoon when you went to a nearby town to buy some necessities, he decided to take a nap. He couldn’t find a comfortable position if his life depended on it. Tossing and turning in his bed, he realized his arms felt too empty. He tried hugging one of his pillows, but it wasn’t enough. Huffing in annoyance he decided to go sleep in your bed, the thought of your scent enveloping him made his tail wag immediately. He walked over to your room, plopping down onto your bed and nestling into your sheets. Burying his head into your pillow he inhaled your scent, letting out a satisfied hum at the familiar smell. Though he partially found the comfort he was seeking he still wasn’t fully pleased. He laid in your bed for what felt like hours, missing the way your hands would gently play with his hair and scratch behind his ears. The moment he heard your car pull up into the driveway he shot up from bed, running down the stairs and almost tripping over himself. You entered the house with arms full of bags, setting them down to take off your shoes and jacket. He didn’t even give you a moment to register his presence, immediately enveloping you into an embrace and starting to scent at your neck. “Namjoon, that tickles!” You giggled as his nose brushed against your sensitive skin. Upon hearing your voice he only hugged you tighter. “You okay?” You asked, placing your hand atop his head, suddenly worried by his behavior. “Yeah, I just missed you.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Was I really gone for that long?” You questioned as you pulled away, trying to get a proper look at his face. Realizing how clingy he was acting, he became embarrassed. He let go of you and awkwardly cleared his throat. “Uhh no.” He said, scratching the back of his neck and looking away. “You can come with next time.” You stated, sensing his shame. The small ears atop his head perked up, a lazy grin spreading on his face. “Yes please.” He responded, a light pink forming on his cheeks.

Eventually the two of you unpacked all of the things you bought. The second you were done Namjoon tugged at your sleeve. Wordlessly, you let him pull you along to wherever he wanted to go. He brought you to your bedroom, laying you down onto your bed. “Sleep.” He mumbled, nosing at your throat and laying down onto your chest. Your hand instinctively rose to his head, scratching at his scalp lightly. You felt a low rumble coming from Namjoon, at first you thought he was just clearing his throat, but then it hit you. “Namu are you purring?” You asked. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “I didn’t know bears could purr.” You chuckled, pleasantly surprised by the discovery. “It doesn’t happen often, but it is possible.” He muttered, nuzzling further into your skin. You grabbed one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together. Slowly you brought it up to your face, placing a gentle peck onto his knuckles. His purring abruptly stopped. “Is this okay?” You asked, your heart dropping at the prospect of making him uncomfortable. He didn’t reply verbally, only placing a soft kiss onto the bare skin of your collarbone, his purrs resuming twice as loud.

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ᅟᅟᅟ tolerate it | alessia russo x brazilian!reader, duda sampaio x brazilian!reader

Summary: Everyone goes through bad times in life, but some attitudes can end in mistakes and sometimes there is no way back.

[AN: I'm working on some requests but I couldn't stop thinking about this plot, so here it is! This will be a mini series with two other chapters, hope you like it <3]

ᅟ The last few months have been hell for Alessia. The first blow was the crisis that their secret relationship was facing.

ᅟ During the World Cup you, the English striker's girlfriend, were feeling very overwhelmed, after all, that would be the first time that you would play in that tournament for your national team. As if that wasn't already a huge weight on her shoulders, every day her coach made a point of repeating the same words to the team.

ᅟ “Are you really going to allow the queen of football to retire without a world title with the national team? I don't care if you're young, old or what, you need to give everything for her. Marta deserves this and I will not allow you to ruin this experience for her.”

ᅟ Pia Sundhage was an admirable and successful woman, but she definitely crossed some limits and the most serious thing was almost completely taking away the identity of the Brazilian team. It wasn't news to anyone that Brazil was known for its beautiful, passionate style of play, full of tricks and skills, but since the woman arrived as coach shortly after being eliminated in the 2019 World Cup, things have changed drastically.

ᅟ Despite being a young player, you already had your fair share of experiences at an international level as you left the club that formed you very young and followed Geyse, your colleague and best friend, out of Brazil. A few years passed and while the other girl shone in Spanish lands playing for Barcelona, you enjoyed the contrasting experience of living in London and playing for the red team in the north of the city.

ᅟ It was during one of Arsenal's games against United that you met Alessia and it's safe to say that from the first moment you found yourself in love with the girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. To your surprise, she also ended up really liking you and at the end of that match you exchanged t-shirts and a small note came with hers and contained your phone number and an invitation to dinner.

ᅟ The rest was history, and a story worthy of romance books, by the way, but little by little the whole situation began to fall apart and you seemed to be the only one interested in putting together and pasting all the pieces of your love. While you fought for her, Alessia didn't even recognize any gesture and just worried about her own life and career. She kept it a secret and made a point of hiding it in a trunk under lock and key. Not even your family and closest friends knew that you were a couple and that hurt, a lot.

ᅟ You begged the blonde for help not once, much less twice or three times but she just ignored your messages and calls with the excuse of being too busy preparing for the competition, which wasn't completely a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. While all this was happening and your condition was only getting worse, your teammates noticed how miserable you looked, but they couldn't understand why. It was only when Luana ran after you after a training session that they began to understand what you were going through and despite the help that the midfielder and all the other girls provided you, you never managed to fully recover as a huge part of your problems was your secret relationship.

ᅟ The trigger came at the final whistle in the game against Jamaica, making his biggest fear come true. Brazil was out of the World Cup in the group stage and your heart, which already had some cracks in it, broke in half once and for all. Your eyes roamed the stands hoping to find Alessia somewhere since she had promised she would be there for you, but your search for her was in vain. Without even realizing how it happened, you found yourself kneeling on the field with your face in the grass in front of Marta's boots, who was trying to comfort you while you cried profusely. All the cameras were on you and the Queen of football, knowing how sad and meaningful that image was.

ᅟ Tears were still flowing from your eyes like a waterfall when you felt a weight on your back and two strong arms pressed against your fragile body. All the other players, both Brazilian and Jamaican, gathered around you forming a large circle and sympathizing with the difficult time you were going through. It took some time, but you finally recovered enough to lift your head off the ground and face the older woman in front of you who was looking at you with teary eyes and you were about to break down again when Duda's low voice reached your ears and you body turned to face the girl who held you in her arms so carefully.

ᅟ Just like you, Duda was also part of the new generation of players, she currently played for the best team in the country, the same one that had revealed you to the world a few years ago. You had many things in common, but for some reason she seemed to avoid your presence, always choosing not to stay by your side for long and looking away from your direction. At first you thought she didn't like you, but Luana and some other colleagues assured you that it was just her shyness speaking louder, however, despite all that, she was the one by your side at that moment, looking at you with so much affection that your breath caught for a few moments. The brunette offered you a welcoming smile before extending her hand for you to hold and get up, but noticed how your legs shook when trying to do so and decided to take the action of picking you up and carrying you to the changing room.

ᅟ The more time passed, the harder it was to face reality. Little by little, the devastating sadness gave way to anger, and from anger, to revolt. The local atmosphere was hostile and heavy, each player was dealing with it in a different way, but they all had some thoughts in common, you could have done more, you should have done more. Even in the midst of that chaos, all the players' phones were exploding with messages and calls from family, friends and even players from other national teams who showed solidarity in that difficult time. Despite that, it took almost an entire day for Alessia to contact you and when she did, God, it was disastrous.

ᅟ It took some time, but you managed to convince the blonde to meet you in person in the hotel room where your team was staying.

ᅟ "What do you want from me? I have more important things to do than talk to you.” She said as soon as she reached her room, taking off the hood and glasses she wore as a disguise. Her words affected you more than you wanted to admit and after closing the door and making sure no one had seen the blonde enter your room, you walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. At that moment it became clear that you should get straight to the point with her, knowing that trying to stall would only make things worse.

ᅟ “Good night to you too, Alessia.” Your voice carried a certain irony and the coldness with which you treated her was unusual. “Since you are a very busy woman, I will get straight to the point. I can no longer stand the way you are treating me and I can't maintain our relationship if you continue like this. I know you're avoiding me and I can't understand why. We’ve always been open with each other and you’ve just signed for Arsenal, which I think should only improve our relationship, but you’re more distant than ever.”

ᅟ The striker seemed surprised by your words since you never liked conflicts or more serious conversations like this, and, despite knowing that you were right, she couldn't help but mock you, maintaining an air of superiority while crossing her arms over the chest.

ᅟ “How many times do I have to tell you that I need to focus on my career and the World Cup, hmm? I thought that by this point in the championship this would have become very clear.” You even tried to interrupt her to better explain your point of view, but she didn't even give a chance. “No, you already had your turn to speak, now it’s mine. And, what do you know, you're right, I really am avoiding you because I can't deal with your neediness anymore. Lately you've been so unbearable that I don't even feel like having a conversation with you. I’m a world-class striker, I don’t have time to deal with your bullshit and your problems.” God, how her words hurt. It was hard to believe that the girl in front of you who was putting on such a narcissistic show was the same one you had fallen in love with and loved madly.

ᅟ “Oh, now I understand. So what you want to tell me is that I have to be emotionally available to you in your worst moments just like I was when the United fans turned on you but you can't return the favor because you are a world class striker?” The temperature of that conversation was increasing quickly, as was your voice, which certainly caught the attention of your friends in the next rooms. “How selfish you are, Alessia. I can't believe you mean all this, what happened to you? When did you become so stupid and snobbish? Did winning the Euros get to your head that much? Because a fucking title doesn’t give you the right to treat me like I’m nothing or nobody.”

ᅟ “If by being a snob you mean I'm a realist, then yes, I'm a complete snob. Don't you notice the difference between us? I was instrumental in winning the Euros while you weren't even able to help your team get past the group stage of the World Cup. And don’t be fooled into thinking that I signed for Arsenal because of you and our relationship, I did it because it was best for my career and because your team needs a real player like me.” The tone of voice Alessia used was completely humiliating and the cruelty of her words was so much that it left you speechless. Your girlfriend knew how insecure you were feeling about this tournament and in addition to not helping you with that, she made sure to destroy you once and for all. The woman you loved did this to you, and you couldn't believe it.

ᅟ The expression on your face was one of pure pain and betrayal, your throat was dry and you didn't even know what to say while the blonde was still in front of you watching you with that air of superiority, but when you got up from the bed she was scared. Your body language screamed wrath and your eyes shone from the tears you refused to let go. It was at that moment that Alessia realized everything she had done to you and how much her attitude affected you. She felt like she had been punched in the stomach and the worst person in the world, but now it was too late.

ᅟ "We are over." Your sentence was said indifferently, as if you and the striker didn't have a history. “Get out of here. I don't want to see you ever again” It was obvious that you were containing your emotions, and, in order not to have to deal with them, you walked to the door of your room, coming face to face with Lelê, Geyse, Duda and Luana in the hallway. They had heard everything and were about to invade the room. You looked at them with panic, not knowing how much they had heard, but Alessia was still standing in the middle of the room, shocked by her own actions. “I TOLD YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.” Your scream was powerful and disturbing like a thunderclap and broke the British woman out of the trance she was in.

ᅟ She had never seen you like that. At the same time that you looked so fragile her body was filled with anger and she knew it was better to do what you said. She left the room slowly, startled by the presence of her teammates who were already there and noticing the arrival of others. Despite this, she had the audacity to try to approach you and say something, but Letícia, Luana and Geyse took a step forward while Duda pulled you away from it. The attacker seemed to want to insist on that, but the goalkeeper blocked her path. Letícia and Alessia were the same height, but the brunette's physical condition made her more threatening and firm like a brick wall. Fortunately her presence was enough for the lioness to give up on her plan and leave in a hurry, like a coward.

ᅟ Only when her silhouette disappeared behind the elevator doors did you allow yourself to give in, running back to the bedroom and, later, to the bathroom, where you barely had time to lift the toilet lid before throwing up. A few seconds later you smelled Duda's perfume around you and her hand on your back, trying to comfort you just like she had done a few days ago. You had no idea what her level of English was and how much she had heard and understood of the conversation, but regardless, she was there, by your side, again.

ᅟ You could hear Luana's voice, imagining that she must be explaining the whole situation to the other girls who arrived after the commotion in the hallway and as you thought about how horrible that situation was, you realized that in a short time you and your ex-girlfriend would play together on the same team. Suddenly the nausea was back and you felt everything spinning around you. Little by little you got better and finally came out of the bathroom, seeing all your teammates crammed into the room and ready to welcome you into their arms.

ᅟ It took a few hours and a lot of explanation on your part, but eventually everyone understood the situation and shared the same anger as you. They were all worried about what would happen in the future since you two are Arsenal players and would see each other every day in a matter of a few weeks, and that worried you too, but it was after a few minutes in silence that Tamires made a suggestion that made your eyes shine.

ᅟ Soon you, the blonde and Duda were in front of the door of Cris Gambaré's room, the director of women's football at Corinthians who was helping the Brazilian coaching staff. When she finally answered, the three of you smiled slightly and the woman took a deep breath, knowing that she had a problem to solve.

BREAKING NEWS: Arsenal midfield star Y/F/N will go on loan to Corinthians, the club that revealed her to the world. The team was surprised by the request, but accepted after some insistence from the player. She must leave for Brazil immediately and will return to Arsenal as soon as the South American season comes to an end in December.

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zoeykallus · 5 months

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I just woke up from a very vivid fever dream involving Tech and thought I had to capture it. So I decided to make it an X - Reader one-shot and fill in the usual Dream-gaps. If you find any mistakes, feel free to keep them, my fever is high enough to fry eggs on my ribcage, so I'm assuming some typos must have crept in. I file this under 'slightly complicated Fluff'. It might be a little silly too, after all, it was a fever dream.

Tech x Fem!Reader – One-Shot – Distractions

Warnings: Annoying Crosshair/Idiots in Love

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some cough syrup)

You see Tech working on the Marauder outside, sit down near him on one of the many boxes of spare parts standing around him, and watch him for a while. He is fully concentrated, hasn't even noticed your presence yet, is completely in his element, in a focused tunnel, while he works. When you finally ask, "What are you doing?" Startled, he straightens up a little too quickly, bumps his head on the outer hull of the ship and rubs his head with a soft sigh. Tech finally turns to you and looks at you briefly, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose with a nimble finger. "Replace a few burnt-out parts, our last mission didn't leave the Marauder unscathed" He frowns briefly, then says before turning back to his work, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't always sneak up on me like that" You smirk and look at the back of his head, as he has turned back around when you say, "I'm not sneaking, you're just hyper-focused again" You hear him sigh softly again. As he loosens one of the charred pieces he says, "Maybe, but you could have cleared your throat" "Maybe I should put a bell on my neck," you joke amusedly. Tech comments, "That would work too, but after a while it would probably be annoying for you and those around you"

You watch him in silence for a little while, then offer, "Want me to take a look at your head?" Tech pauses for a moment and asks, "Why should you?" You roll your eyes with a smile and say, "Because it's pretty, but mostly because you hit it" He glances over his shoulder very briefly, but long enough for you to see how his cheeks have taken on a slightly rosy tint. "I'm fine," Tech waves it off, continues working, stretches out his hand and says, "Better pass me the welding blaster" You glance over the scattered tools and grab the only one that looks anything like a welding blaster. Tech doesn't complain when you pass it to him, so it must be the right one. You ask him curious questions for a while, not necessarily because you're interested in the tool, more because you want to talk to him, hoping for a conversation. You really like Tech, much more than you wanted to admit to yourself for a while. But Tech is a little... different, it's not so easy to get close to him or make small talk. For a while, he patiently answers all your questions, but from one moment to the next, his tone becomes a little more irritable.

"Do you have to ask me all these questions? I work here and would like to concentrate on my task in peace" You swallow, blink, and don't know what to say at first. Then you suddenly hear Hunter's voice next to you, "You guys all right?" "Sure," you say, forcing yourself to smile briefly and hurrying away, your heart pounding uncomfortably. It stings more than you want to admit that Tech has practically shooed you away. Some distance away, but still in sight, you sit down with your holopad on the speeder you came here with and browse aimlessly around the holonet to keep your hands busy. Tech hears Hunter sigh and turns around. When he sees that you are no longer in your seat, he frowns in surprise. He looks around and finally catches sight of you by your speeder. He blinks, thinking, he hadn't actually wanted to scare you away. Tech actually likes having you around, but you're the only person who manages to distract him, to break his concentration, which he can't handle too well. When he hears your voice, his whole mind is automatically occupied with listening to you, recognizing nuances, soaking them up like a sponge, enjoying them. However, this is a hindrance at work.

Tech senses that Hunter is looking at him and returns his gaze. The squad leader stands there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, the typical expression on his face that he always has when something interpersonal has gone over Tech's head. "You know you hurt her?" Hunter asks quietly, patiently. Tech sighs, "I do now" Hunter puts a hand on his shoulder and says, "'Brother, I'm certainly no expert, but I think she really likes you. And judging by the way you react to her sometimes, albeit often very subtly, you like her too." Tech turns the tool in his hands and watches you from a distance for a while, unsure. He shrugs and says, "Well, I was able to rule out a virus" Hunter frowns questioningly. "I don't understand" Tech explains in his typical matter-of-fact tone, "My body and mind react to her, I get warm around her, her voice throws me off balance, her laugh tingles under my skin. To be honest, at first I thought these were symptoms of illness" Hunter raises his eyebrows and suppresses a grin, then clears his throat and says, "Now I understand. Well, maybe you should go over to her. Talk to her."

Your attention is stubbornly focused on the holopad in your hand, you don't look up once, even though you sense that you are being watched. You don't look up either when you hear footsteps and finally Tech clearing his throat. When you don't respond, he says uncertainly, "I'm sorry I snapped at you" "Okay," you say calmly. Somehow Tech was expecting a different reaction, or more, because he's still standing there staring at you while you stare at your holopad, which is currently showing an advertisement for some instant meal. "Are you mad at me?" he suddenly asks, so uncertainly that you almost look up from your holopad. "No, Tech," you say a little more gently. "I don't believe you" Surprised, you look up and look at him. You look at each other in silence for what feels like an eternity. Crosshair walks past in the background and grumbles, "Kiss each other already, nobody can watch this anymore" You both look briefly in his direction, but the Sniper doesn't even stop to wait for your reaction. Tech yells after him, "That interjection was uncalled for!"

"Was it?" you ask quietly. Tech very slowly turns back to you. "Excuse me?" You blink, look at his face, and your courage leaves you again. You wave it off. "Oh, nothing." Tech sighs and sits down next to you on the speeder, his long legs reaching down to the ground, while yours are slightly bent and resting on the footboard of the speeder. After a while, you hear him say, "At the risk of embarrassing myself and making myself look vulnerable, I'd like to confess something to you" You turn your head in his direction to look at him. He swallows as he realizes he has your full attention. He finally opens his mouth and says, "I like you" You can't help but smile automatically. "How much?" you ask again, much more boldly.

Tech blinks, he hadn't expected this question. "You want a measurable comparison?" he asks, surprised. You nod with a grin. Tech slightly blushes and says, "Okay, you don't seem angry anymore, that's a good start. Let me think for a minute." "Okay. Take your time." Suddenly, his eyes light up, and you realize that he has just found a way to tell you how much he likes you. "Remember, you once asked me what the best thing about being part of this squad was?" You nod and say, "Yeah, you said the Marauders and flying it" Tech clears his throat and his cheeks turn rosy again as he says, "I like you more than the Marauders, and more than flying" You beam at him, and you know he's going to start arguing with you and yet you say, "I like you even more" Tech pauses, he smiles but then says matter-of-factly, "That's not possible" "Of course it is," you insist, amused.

You discuss back and forth for a while, comparing how much you like each other and Tech even makes calculations in the end. Crosshair, meanwhile, is standing behind you, more or less sneaking up on you and listening to you, arms crossed in front of his chest, rolling his eyes every few seconds. Tech shows you his holopad, "See, my probability calculation contradicts your assumption" You show him yours on which you have drawn a heart in a paint program and say, "And mine contradicts your calculation" Tech frowns, "That's a heart, not a-" "HEY!" Crosshair's loud exclamation makes you both jump off the speeder, startled, and Tech automatically shoves you behind him protectively. Tech snorts, "Was that really necessary?" Crosshair looks at you with his piercing gaze and says, "Didn't I tell you two to kiss?" "You're rude," you say, still recovering from your shock. "Tell me something new," Crosshair says dryly, "For example, that you kissed each other." "That's none of your business," says Tech indignantly.

"So no," the Sniper says, rolling his eyes and backing away again. You look up at Tech and say, "Maybe we really should?" He blinks several times then asks uncertainly, "Kiss?" As you nod, Tech licks his lips, wondering if he's used his lip balm today, how many hours it's been since he brushed his teeth and if he's eaten anything since then. While his thoughts are still running nervously over each other, he feels your fingers gently reach into the collar of his Blacks that sticks out of the top of his armor and pull him in your direction. Suddenly his head is completely empty, but his heart is beating incredibly fast and his pulse is racing. At the same moment his warm lips gently touch yours, somewhere in the distance you hear Crosshair shout, "GET A ROOM YOU TWO!"

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lonelym00n · 1 year

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Just Friends

Part four of The Devil Likes the Pirate Series

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Things are weird between you and Tara. Can you really be just friends with the girl you're in love with?

A/N: It's 5 am. The birds are chirping. I stayed up all night for this and I would gladly do it again.

It had been a week since Tara had unknowingly crushed your heart in her small hands. You felt defeated, but more so embarrassed that you had given so much of yourself to Tara so quickly. The pieces of you that were left behind were almost nonexistent, squashed to bits at the words of her rejection.

You hadn’t talked to any of your friends, not because they hadn’t tried to contact you, but because you were choosing to avoid them. It wasn’t a deliberate choice to ignore their messages at first. Part of you had wanted to respond, but when you glanced at the messages, you were just too emotionally drained to do so. This pattern repeated day after day and even though their messages became more insistent over the passing time, your energy still remained at an all time low.

You were admittedly ashamed by your actions, but realistically what were you supposed to do? You were tired and it felt like every last bit of hope you had for your life finally becoming worth something was stripped away completely. The thought of facing your friends, of facing her-

It was just too much to bear at the moment. You couldn’t see her, you couldn’t see any of them, not when you were so sure that you resembled a flower that had withered up at the first sign of the dry season.

So you kept your distance. You went to class, took meals to go from the dining halls, and holed up in your room. It was an okay routine, but it didn’t measure up to the one that had been constantly filled with laughter and bliss.

You sighed heavily, tossed your backpack onto its spot on your chair, and climbed up into your bed. With the covers pulled firmly up to your chin, you will yourself to fall into a dreamless sleep.

It comes to you, luckily. But as fast as your peace arrives, it drifts away as someone knocks repeatedly on your door.

Groggily, you drag yourself out of bed and towards the door, mentally cursing your roommate. This hadn’t been the first time she’d woken you up from a nap because she’d forgotten her keys.

You fling the door open, an annoyed look on your face. Your eyes widen in shock as they fall upon someone who is most definitely not your roommate.

Mindy frowns at you, a mix of anger and concern in her expression.

“Wow, you actually are alive.” She stalks into the room, turning around to face you when she hears that you’ve shut the door. “Y’know, people don’t normally ignore their friends to the point where it’s unclear if they’re still breathing.”

You feel small under Mindy’s scrutinizing temperament.

“Sorry,” you mumble weakly.

She examines you for a few long seconds, before sweeping her gaze along the messy state of your room. You’re not sure what exactly it is that she notices, but she drops her interrogative act and takes on a softer approach.

“Why haven’t you answered any of our texts?”

You shrug, “I dunno. I guess I needed some space.”

Mindy sinks down to take a seat on your bed. You remain standing, awkwardly folding your arms around your waist.

“Is it because of what Tara told you? Do you not want to be around us anymore because of the whole…” She mimes a stabbing gesture.

Your heart aches at the thought of the group mistaking your absence for your fear of what they’d gone through. “No, no no. Mindy, it's not because of that.”

You take a seat next to her on the mattress.

“Then why?”

“I- it’s just,” you pause and bashfully rub your shoulder. “Tara didn’t tell you what she said? After she told me about the whole Woodsboro thing, I mean.”

Mindy’s brow furrows and she shakes her head.

“Oh.” You feel a bit deflated at Mindy’s unawareness. You gnaw at your bottom lip and try to stop your overthinking nature from taking over. Was it weird that she hadn’t told anyone? Should you be happy about it?

You flinch harshly as Mindy places a comforting hand on your shoulder. Only now do you notice that you’ve been quiet for far too long.

“What happened? What did she say to you?”

“Uhh,” your chest is swirling with emotions. You’d yet to talk about this with anyone and it has been eating you up for the past week. “She said she’s not ready for a relationship. She only wants to be friends.”

You find a spot on the ceiling and stare at it.

“She does? But I thought she liked you.”

You huff and flatly meet Mindy’s eyes. “So did I.”

“Look, I think I know what must’ve happened. I’ll talk to her and-”

“No!” You rush out the words, “Don’t talk to her about it please. I completely get why she’s not ready for a relationship.”

Mindy shakes her head and laughs slightly, “But I can tell she likes you and she doesn’t want to be just friends. She probably just got scared after talking about everything.”

“I don’t know. But she made her decision and I’m okay with that. You don’t have to say anything to her about it, it’s fine.”

Mindy looks like she has more to say, but she holds herself back. The two of you sit in silence.

Unfortunately, the silence does nothing to cover up the sniffle you so desperately try to hold back.

Mindy looks up swiftly at the sound. She’s met with the slow drip of tears down your cheeks.

You’re swept into a hug before you know it. She waits a beat, before speaking, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

And because you’ve been emotionally vulnerable this whole week with no one to talk to, you break and tell her everything. You tell her how you aren’t even upset at the fact that Tara isn’t ready for a relationship, but are more heartbroken by the feeling of being led on. How you had held and kissed her so intimately just to be told that the two of you could only be friends. How you can’t get the softness of her lips against yours off your mind, and how you’re not sure you ever will. Lastly, you tell her how strongly you felt for Tara, how you think you’d fallen in love with her after that day in the diner, and how you don’t think you can pretend that she doesn’t mean everything in the world to you.

Mindy, though she denies any allegations of being a hopeless romantic, feels her heart break for the agony that you’ve revealed to her. She knew you’d had feelings for Tara (everyone did, it was nearly impossible not to notice), but she wouldn’t have guessed that they went this far. She lets you cry out all your woes and gently comforts you throughout.

When you’ve finally cried yourself into a state of emptiness, Mindy shifts the two of you into a lying position. She plucks your laptop out of your bag and props it up on her lap, perusing Netflix’s horror movie section before selecting one she doesn’t find completely abominable.

The rest of the day is filled with sarcastic comments and relentless critiques for any moment she deems unhorror-like. Mindy does such a good job distracting you that you nearly forget all about the heavy weight that has been plaguing your mind.

You fall asleep that night more at ease than you’d been for a long while.

The next few days are filled with Mindy’s bright presence. She somehow learned your schedule and picked you up from each of your classes. You compare her to a very welcome thorn in your side.

She helps build you back up, and you slowly start feeling like a normal person again. It’s nice to be in her company and you feel so thankful to have a friend like her.

One day, when the two of you are grabbing lunch, she abruptly stops retelling a story from her shared childhood with Chad.

She’s looking over your shoulder at something that you can’t see.

“Earth to Mindy,” your hand waves in front of her face, to which she still doesn’t respond.

“Fuck,” she curses quietly. She turns to you quickly, “Tara and Anika are coming over here.”

A panicky feeling fills your chest. Sure you were doing better, but you were definitely not ready to see her. Sucking in a breath, you prepare yourself for the interaction, knowing you have no choice but to face her now.

“Hey guys!” You missed Anika’s cheery nature and you nearly smile at how smitten Mindy looks when Anika plants a kiss on her cheek.

Tara wordlessly takes the empty seat next to you.

“Y/N, how are you?” Anika innocently acts.

You ignore the feeling of Tara’s eyes burning into you as you speak, “Eh, pretty good. My chem class is giving me a lot of trouble.”

Mindy, ever your savior, changes the subject, “T, have you tried that new latte the coffee shop has? Y/N and I tried it this morning.”

It’s your turn to watch Tara while she’s distracted. She’s as pretty as ever, her soft brown hair laying perfectly on her shoulders. You missed drinking in the sight of her, but you mentally chastise yourself for the thought, reminding yourself that you’re not supposed to be looking at her that way anymore.

You sink into your chair at the remembrance.

“You and Y/N tried it?” You don’t see the flash of fire in her eyes, too busy picking at your food.

“Yeah, after her English Lit class.” Mindy turns towards Anika, “You should go with Tara to try it sometime.”

Anika hums softly in response, “Sounds good.”

The conversation dwindles in and out from that point on. You don’t participate much, only offering the occasional offhand comment when you’re mentioned. Tara keeps glancing at you, but your gaze remains firmly on your plate.

Checking the time on your phone, you stand up and gather your trash. “Well, I have calc so I have to go.”

You mutter out a goodbye to the small group and scurry away before Mindy can call you out on your lie. You don’t have calc for another two hours, you just needed an excuse to get away from the table. As you head towards the library, you idly wonder if things will always be so awkward between you and Tara.

Your answer comes sooner than you expect. It’s Friday after classes, and Mindy is dragging you to a pizza place to hangout with the rest of the group.

She pulls you through the doorway and all but shoves you into the seat to her right. Anika sits to her left, followed by Tara. Chad sits beside her and Ethan sits beside you. You couldn’t be more grateful to be sat as far away from her as possible.

The night actually doesn’t go too terribly. You’re able to talk to everyone without feeling weird, and you internally sigh in relief at how easy it is to avoid a direct conversation with Tara.

As the night continues on, you indulge in Ethan’s rambling about this new mobile game he downloaded. You peek over his shoulder while he plays and explains how it works. Once you get the hang of it, he passes the phone to you and leans in closer to watch. Unbeknownst to you, Tara has been silently watching the exchange.

You and Ethan are now playing a game of tug of war with his phone, laughing like children as you refuse to let him have a turn.

It’s then that Tara calls for everyone’s attention. “Sam and I are throwing a movie night at the apartment tomorrow. You’re all invited, obviously.”

The group cheers at the news. Apparently Carpenter sister movie nights were a big deal. Your eye twitches at the thought of being trapped in Tara’s house for hours. And you’d have to finally meet Sam.

Your chair scrapes loudly as you stand, “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.”

You walk away and enter the bathroom.

Back at the table, Mindy and Anika share a knowing glance. Mindy goes to follow you when Tara stands.

“I’ll go.” She softly announces, and turns towards the bathroom. Everyone shares a look, well, everyone except Ethan.

“What’s all that about?”

Anika reaches over to lightly shove him in the shoulder, “Keep up.”

You’re standing in front of the mirror, staring at yourself as you internally struggle to find an excuse to skip out on the movie night.

The door pushes open and your thoughts halt at the sight of Tara.

“Hi.”

“Hi Tara,” you mumble back.

You both stare at each other for a second.

She breaks the silence, “Look I know what you’re thinking. But please just come, it won’t be weird if you do.”

This is the first time the tension between the two of you has been acknowledged. Your heart leaps into your throat. You sigh and reach up to scratch the back of your neck.

“I dunno…”

You make the mistake of allowing yourself to meet her eye. She’s staring up at you, a petulant pout spread across her dimpled cheeks.

“Please? I want you to come. And Sam really wants to meet you. We both want you there, and so does everyone else.”

You open your mouth to spew an excuse but nothing comes out.

“Alright,” you relent. “I’ll come.”

She smiles and the familiar flutter of your heart returns.

You return to the rest of the group, Tara following closely behind you. She fills everyone in on the details of the plan. The night ends shortly after.

The next day, Mindy and Anika meet you outside of your dorm room for the trip to the Carpenter’s apartment. They chatter the whole way over, reassuring you that Sam’s hard exterior was mostly just a front.

You are incredibly nervous as the three of you approach the door. Tara opens it shortly after and ushers the three of you in, urging you to make yourselves comfortable. You take a seat on the couch, trying to stave off the anxiousness that has built up in your chest.

Tara returns from her trip to the kitchen with Sam and a redheaded girl. You assume her to be Quinn, Tara had mentioned her to you before.

“Y/N, this is my sister, Sam, and our roommate Quinn.”

You stand up to greet them, wiping your palms on your pants. “Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you both.”

Quinn smiles brightly at you while Sam sweeps her gaze across you, likely determining how much of a threat you are.

Tara elbows Sam in the side, receiving a noise of displeasure in return.

“Tara talks a lot about you, it’s nice to formally meet you too.”

You nod at her and try to disregard the first part of her comment.

Quinn speaks next, “With how often she talks about you, you’d think she’d have mentioned how cute you are.”

She teasingly runs a finger up your arm and you feel a blush rise up your cheeks. Mindy snorts behind you.

“Thank you Quinn.”

She hums, “Anytime.”

Ethan and Chad arrive just after her reply. Ethan flops down next to Anika while Chad moves to greet Sam with a hug. You sit down next to Mindy.

Soon enough, the remaining members move to make themselves comfortable on the couch. Tara eyes the empty spot next to you, but Quinn slides in before she can make a move towards it.

You turn to greet her and she gives you a smile that is anything but innocent in return. Sam commandeers the remote, flicking on the first movie for the night.

Your efforts to pay attention are thwarted by little touches from Quinn. She drags her finger up your arm again and traces along your collarbone. Once she gets bored of that, she twirls a stray piece of your hair around the same finger.

You find that you don’t really mind the innocent touches, so you allow her to do as she pleases.

The movie finishes sooner than you expect. You look over at the rest of the group to find Anika, Mindy, and Ethan all fast asleep, slightly tangled up on the couch. Sam wordlessly puts on the next movie.

About halfway through, Quinn decides to go to bed, but not before sending a flirty wink your way. When the movie finishes, you notice that Tara and Chad are now asleep too.

Sam stands up and pads into the kitchen. You hesitate a moment before deciding to follow her. You make sure she hears you as you do so, so you don’t catch her off guard by accident.

“Do you want anything to drink?” She offers.

“Sure, water would be great.”

She hands you a glass and the two of you stand in the kitchen in silence.

After a short internal debate, you speak, “I just want to say that I really admire you. Tara’s really lucky to have a sister like you.”

Sam seems surprised at your comment, “Thanks.”

You nod in response.

She glances up at you, “I’m sorry about the whole barging into the diner thing. I know I put you into an awkward situation. I was just kind of in a panic and didn’t stop to think.”

“Oh no it’s fine,” you quickly reassure. “I can understand why you were so upset. I guess I’m sorry for the part that I played in that too. It’s my fault Tara didn’t answer you.”

Her hard exterior softens slightly at your apology. “Don’t be sorry, you had no idea.”

You two share a smile, and your eyes drift to Tara’s sleeping form on the couch. Sam looks over her shoulder to see what you’re looking at before turning back to face you again.

“You like her, don’t you?” She asks softly.

Your heart burns in your chest. You wish things were easier enough for you to say yes, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t what Tara wanted.

“I care about her,” you clarify. “We’re friends.”

If Sam notices how choked up you sound, she doesn’t say anything. You sigh.

“I should probably get back before it gets dark.”

She nods in understanding but places a firm hand on your shoulder before you can move to retrieve your belongings. “It was really nice to meet you. For what it’s worth, I think you’d be good for her.”

Tears spring into your eyes but you hold them back fiercely. You choose not to comment on Sam’s words.

“Thank you for having me over. I understand how much trust this takes.”

You turn and make your way over to the living room to grab your jacket and keys, silently slipping out of the apartment so as not to wake anyone. Only once the door is firmly shut behind you do you let the tears fall.

You return safely back to your dorm and fall asleep with the thoughts of what it’d be like to be happily in love with Tara firmly on your mind.

Ironically, she texts you the next morning, asking you to return back to the apartment so the two of you could talk. You knew eventually that you’d have to hash out the tension that remained between you and her, but you didn’t think it’d be so soon.

After a quick shower and a bite to eat from the dining hall, you head back to the Carpenter sisters’ apartment.

You arrive shortly after and knock gently on the door. Quinn opens it with a smirk.

She calls out over her shoulder, “Tara! Y/N’s here!”

Tara appears and gently wraps her fingers around your wrist to tug you into the apartment, heading swiftly in the direction of what must be her bedroom. You barely have enough time to notice that the group of friends is still occupying the apartment, biding a brisk hello to them as you are pulled past.

Once you are inside the room, she clicks the door shut.

“Thanks for coming.”

“Of course,” you smile gently, trying to hide your nervousness, but very obviously failing.

Tara bites her lip, “I hate that you’re nervous around me now. I ruined things, didn’t I?”

You are shocked at her words and you blink a few times before responding, giving her a soft look, “Tara, no. You didn’t ruin things. I’m sorry I’ve been acting weird, but don’t blame yourself. You aren’t ready for something and I get that.”

She paces around the room for a minute, seemingly deep in contemplation. You take a seat on the edge of her bed, waiting patiently.

She turns towards you, “What if I am ready?”

You look at her stupidly. “What?”

She runs her fingers through her hair, “It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about you. And the other day with Ethan and god yesterday with Quinn, I can’t stand the thought of you being with someone else.”

You’re in a complete stupor, it’s hard to believe you aren’t dreaming right now. “Tara, I don’t understand.”

She sits next to you and grabs your hand. The air is charged and you feel like you could faint.

Tara licks her lips, “Let me tell you a different way.”

You lose yourself in her eyes as she leans in, unable to think about anything other than the shortening proximity. You can feel her breath on yours and just before your lips can touch, Anika barges into the room, a frantic expression on her face.

“You’ve got to come see this.”

You and Tara scramble up and rush into the living room. Everyone’s eyes are glued on the TV.

Your heart sinks as you read the headline. Beside you, Tara trembles.

Mindy’s the one to break the silence, her tone full of anguish and fear.

“It’s happening again.”

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A/N: ooh things are about to go downhill!! I think the next part is going to be the finale and it's gonna be a wild ride! I messed up the timeline last chapter (scream vi is a full year after scream v, not a few months) but there's not really a way I can fix my mistake without things getting even more messed up. So either just ignore that Tara said it was a few months ago and pretend that this is a full year later or don't, the story still works either way. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Taglist: @thenextdawn @dreifhraniquo29

guys im horrible at taglists, plz forgive me if I accidentally forgot anyone I'm trying to rush this out so I can go to sleep before the sun rises

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x y/n #devil likes the pirate series #lonelym00n fic

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 8 months

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this is so akward but like a reader who grew up around family members who'd get RLLY drunk n made her home super uncomfortable for her so like it's like a sensitive thing when she's around intoxicated people yk like n one day bill shows up late from a party pretty messed up n is kinda acting like an asshole lowkey aggressive LIKE ANGSTY YK UR AMAZING AT THAT n then the next morning bill wakes up hung over without reader in bed next to him confused n finally remembers n how royally fucked he is n hes like super apologetic

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Drunk & Sober Mistakes

Bill woke up with a pounding in his head, groaning as he flipped over onto his stomach. He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of water.

He drank from it like he was dehydrated for ten years, feeling like he was as he savored the feeling of it pouring down his throat.

"(Name)...?" Bill called out, his voice raspy and scratchy as he woke up, trying to see you.

Bill looked up confused when he got no response, looking around from the bed as best he could.

Bill groaned as he got up, almost stumbling as he made it to his feet and to the bathroom, desperately trying to get the taste out his mouth.

He brushed his teeth, almost gagging at the taste of the toothpaste with throw up in his mouth.

Bill finally has time to mull over everything, everything in small blurs except that he knew that he got drunk.

He came home, and for some reason felt in a bad mood, and unfortunately you were there as well, so you got some backlash.

Bill felt like hitting himself, especially as it came back in an almost tidal wave that he remembered everything.

Your family has problems with drinking, getting so drunk to the point of making you uncomfortable.

Bill promised to never do that to you, but now?

Bill felt the throw up coming back up as he realized he had broken that promise, and your trust.

Something Bill vowed to never do to you

As he did so, he heard the front door open and shut as soon as he heard it. Bill sighed, knowing it was you just from the sound of your footsteps.

Knowing he has to face you, and full of shame, he walks out of the bathroom to see you collecting stuff off the floor he had either knocked down, or dropped.

Watching you do so as he leaned against the doorframe only made him even more guilty.

You knew he was there from the burning and the feeling all over your body, but you chose to ignore him, feeling as he deserves it for what he has done last night.

At your silence and watching you trying to fix the bed, Bill sighed.

"I'm sorry, babe." Bill finally spoke up, looking as you stopped your movement, listening as he stepped closer, staying a little ways away as he didn't want to make you even more uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry for getting drunk. I…I didn't think I would get that bad." Bill sighed once more, walking closer to you as he heard you sigh as well, about to shrug him off.

"It's fine-"

"No, it's not. I fucked up. I'm sorry." Bill apologized once more, looking as you shook your head as he stood right behind you. Bill wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to put his chin on your shoulders.

"I'm sorry…" Bill repeated, kissing your cheek in light kisses as he heard you sigh, moving the hands to softly sit on his, so soft and quiet it was like you wouldn't notice your hands unless you spoke up about them.

"Just- just don't do it again…" you mumbled, looking over your shoulder slightly to see his face close to yours, a frown almost permanent on his.

"I promise you, I won't ever do it again." Bill reassured, pecking your lips softly once as he rubbed his thumb over your waist.

"...You were being a real asshole." You said, actually meaning it and thinking he deserves to hear it. Bill sighed, nodding softly as he knew he was.

Bill thought about something for a moment, to at least try and make it a little more better before he finally found it.

"...wanna smack me?" Bill offered quickly, getting a pause from you as you finally turned around to look at him.

"What?" You couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion, Bill smiling as he finally got a smile out of you.

"To make it better!" Bill laughed along, smiling as he put his hands on your hips.

"No!" You shook your head, objecting like he was crazy but he was smiling at the sound of your laughter.

"Come on, just one smack." Bill tried once more, tickling your sides softly as you playfully scoffed and moved his hands.

"Is this a new kink you're trying out?" You joked, Bill falling silent as he gave you a funny look.

You both gave each other little smirks, amused before you both bursted out laughing.

Bill chuckled, grabbing your arm and bringing you into a hug as you kept on giggling.

He rubbed your back, your arms and kissed your head.

"I'm sorry, again."

"It's fine…just promise to not do it again?" You mumbled out, smiling up at him from his chest as he chuckled, immediately nodding.

"I promise I won't ever do it again. Sticking to soda from now on, huh?" Bill asked, his hands on your waist now with yours around his.

"You most definitely are." You smiled back, scrunching up your nose as he leaned down and almost touched his nose with yours, still smiling.

"Well, got a soda cop here now, huh?"

"Yup, ass."

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#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader

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starboykel · 2 months

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It's a secret...¡! ❞

John 'Soap' Mactavish x female!reader

!!warnings: fluff-angst, stitching, shooting, nothing really ig just Soap being romantic, love at first sight, not too much build up i apologize

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

Soap is in an undercover mission, working as a barista at a famous cafeteria where people come and go everyday. His target? A terrorist that was threatening to blow up the Big Ben, the reasons? Nobody knew.

They had a profile of the terrorist, a man with black hairs, blue eyes, long neck and the tattoo of a star on his wrist. For some reason, that guy seemed to enjoy cold coffee every morning before killing some civils, something sweet to start the day before commiting crimes.

Soap got the morning shift, working from 8am to 3pm everyday, hoping to catch the son of a bitch... And that's where you appear at the story, you arrived there everyday at 10am, ordered some frappuccino with extra cream and milk and then sat down, works for one hour and left

He didn't payed attention to you before the third day or so when he started noticing how frequent you where, entering at 10am and leaving at 11:50am exactly, maybe you were just a perfectionist, maybe you were involved in the terrorist's plan. He learned your name, your order and when he least imagined, he was doing your order before you even arrived at the cafeteria, everything ready one hour before you were there.

His teammates noticed it and kept telling him to focus on the target — not on the pretty girl that showed up everyday and definitely wasn't making his heart beat faster. You had those tired eyes that were captivating and your hair that was messy in the right measure every morning, as if you woke up late and got ready in a hurry.

After a week, the terrorist finally shows up and as expected, a fight starts on the cafeteria and unfortunately, you were one of the civil that got injured, you were hit by a bullet in your arm, the one you used for everything. He hears your screams and he is scared, he only know you for a week and is already so in love with you.

He lets Ghost takes the top on the conflict and rushes to you, kneeling down in front of you while you have your arm bleeding, crying in pain and fear.

"shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay, you'll be okay, It only hit the tissue, your bones are fine, c'mon, you're a strong woman." Soap says in a soft tone, trying to calm you down. You were panicking, of course, you were used to a calm, cozy life and that cafeteria was your favorite place and now there is a shooting happening right in front of your eyes.

Seeing your despair and how intense the shooting was getting, he picks you up and runs with you to the back of the cafeteria, the deposit. He carefully puts you down and picks a first aid kit.

"Look, this is going to hurt okay? Here, have this." He says, looking at you with those worried eyes as he gives you a piece of cloth to bite, He takes tweezers and carefully penetrates the hole in your arm and you screams of discomfort and pain, after a few seconds of pure agony, he manages to take it off. "Look, it wasn't that bad.." he says softly, smiling at you, the piece of cloth in your mouth all wet in tears and saliva, falling into the ground as you pant.

He puts stitches in your arm, they are temporary until you get a better one from a doctor. He takes off a sandwich and orange juice in a box from his backpack and gives it to you, "You must be feeling weak, you lost a lot of blood." You take the sandwich and take a small, weak bite, "Thanks.." you says in a weak, shaky voice.

He smiles and stands up, "stay here, I'm gonna be back in a while." He says and leaves, not without giving you one last look. At least you were safe and that calmed his heart.

The shooting continued but now the terrorist had some backup and almost managed to escape but fortunately, captain Price captured him before he could run away. Soap had a few bruises, Gaz was injured but nothing too serious and Ghost and Price was fine.

He came back to where he left you and... You weren't there, the only thing left behind was the box of orange juice and blood. His heart stops, his legs are weak, his eyes starts watering, where are you? Did he lost you? Did you-

"Ah..it's you, I'm sorry." Your voice comes out of the deposit's boxes and Soap looks around frenetically, you come out from behind one of the boxes, like a cat checking if everything was alright, he runs to you and hugs you, lifting you up.

"Oh god, I thought i had lost you." He cries, hugging you tightly, you hug back, of course, he is your saviour. You had just hid behind the boxes when you heard him coming back, afraid if it wasn't him.

He lets you go after a while and takes your hand, "c'mon, let's get you to a doctor." He says, leading you outside, where a squed of doctos and nurses were helping the injured. He helps you get inside the ambulance and waves at you as the ambulances drives away and you wave back, of course.

He had captured your heart and you captured his but you two couldn't be together... For now.

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Hope you enjoyed it! I think I'm gonna do a second part of this!

My requests are open.

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod #fluff #soap #john mactavish #soap x reader

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atomicwrite · 1 year

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🎀 [NSFW] F!Reader x Shadow the Hedgehog

This is a request I received on Wattpad long ago ;; ♡

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Req.: F!Reader x Shadow the Hedgehog - what if he has some alone time with you?

Reader is always Mobian and 18+!

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English is not my first language, I apologize for improper grammar and mistakes! ;v;

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⚠ Warnings: NSFW; suggestive content

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(Small note: reader is a cartographer for missions!)

You were sitting at your desk, your working room was dimly lit from the lantern you had hanging up behind you, drawing a map for a new mission you all will attend to while thoroughly examining the sketch snippets Rouge gave you.

With all your attention being drawn to that tiny piece of paper between your two fingers, you clearly didn't notice how someone entered the room, obviously careful not to make any noises to startle you.

You let out a soft sigh, putting the feather tip back into the tiny ink pot next to your map and awarded yourself with a nice little stretch.

"What are you doing?" You heard, felt, someone say, as they clearly brushed against the fluff of your ear.

Almost immediately, you flinched and let out a tiny gasp, your cold hands covering your ears as (e/c) orbs finally wandered up to meet crimson ones.

You continued to look into Shadow's eyes, almost as if they pull you into an infinite trance.

"N-nothing important..."

He noticed your embarrassment and chuckled slightly,

"Oh? You have such sensitive ears? I apologize, I", Shadow smirked and took ahold of one of your hand to uncover your ear and leaned down to whisper, "did not know. Not at all."

Initially, he came here to inform you about the mission, but now that you were looking at him with such an adorable and innocent expression, he couldn't resist to tease and play with you a little more.

Without a warning, his other hand slowly reached up to touch your delicate tail, gently rubbing it between his gloved fingertips.

"Sha-Shadow..."

You shivered in pleasure as you felt his warm fingers running on the tip of your tail before he stopped there and looked back at you,

"Cute. The noises you make... they sound so inappropriate."

Your face flushed red, whimpering as he began to trail his fingers down your tail, and, to your surprise, stopped right above your most sensitive spot. He gave your tail a gentle squeeze, eliciting a low moan from your lips which only made him grin.

You suddenly felt so small and devoted to him, as if you were no longer in control of anything anymore. As if he knew what you wanted better than you do.

It was a very intoxicating feeling, and it made you blush like crazy.

You didn't really mind, though.

"Hmhm~" He hummed, his thumb caressing over that very same spot before traveling lower, touching along your tailbone.

It was hard to think straight as your mind was clouded with an unknown feeling, one you've never encountered in this world or the last. It was like a warm fire burning inside you, spreading across your body like magic.

"Can't wait to hear what other cute noises you make."

His strong hands took ahold of your waist, pulling you up so he could make you sit down on the desk.

Shadow leaned down even more and took the side of your ear between both his lips, sucking on it gently before teasingly nibbling on it.

Your body felt like it was going numb from the sudden rush of pleasure you experienced in the matter of seconds, not even able to move or react as he started kissing your neck, making you moan softly as his lips trailed further down your throat until he reached your collarbone. His hands slowly lifted up your dress/shirt as he kept planting kisses on your sensitive skin/fur.

He moved on after that, kissing his way down your chest, leaving hot kisses down your stomach as you shivered from the strange sensation of his tongue running across your belly, causing you to breathe heavily, your eyes closed tightly.

It wasn't long before he finally reached your thigh, his soft kiss making you grip onto your desk as he continued to tease you.

"Mmhm..." He moaned and nipped lightly at your inner thigh, "So, I'm guessing this is where you get off."

You gasped and stuttered, unable to form words.

Shadow chuckled huskily, continuing his assault on your thighs, "You're so very cute when you blush. You should probably stop that though, because it's really distracting me."

He looked up at you as he pressed a finger inside you, letting out a pleased hum as he added another one, fucking you slow but deep with his fingers.

"H-How many fingers do you have...?" You managed to mumble through your pants, only to feel him chuckle again, "Just three. And judging by how good you are taking them, I'd say you love having my fingers inside you."

"Y-Yes..." You breathed, feeling his thumb run along your clit, causing you to shudder.

He kept going, pushing his fingers deeper inside you and then pulling them out before repeating the process over and over again, faster each time he went in and faster every time he pulled away until he finally gave you a few hard thrusts, burying his face into your mound and licking at your sensitive bud.

The combination of his tongue and his fingers made you lose your mind, moaning a little louder and shaking uncontrollably as he continued to play with you.

"Ah! Ah! Mmhmm...!" You shyly cried out, your hips buckling as you came, panting heavily as Shadow rubbed your clit with his thumb, making you tighten around his fingers.

Everything was so embarrassing and exciting at once, but at the same time, he seemed so calm and determined, as if nothing could stop him from getting his way. And somehow, he had this aura about himself that just made you want to obey him without hesitation.

When Shadow suddenly yanked his fingers out, making you whimper, you looked up at him and saw a smug smile on his face.

"I think I'll call this one 'the bingo'."

He said, standing up and walking towards the door,

"We're going to be late if we don't leave now."

His voice was stern and firm, but there was still a hint of playful curiosity in his tone. His gaze told you everything, and you knew he would be having fun with you for the rest of the day.

After he walked out of the room, you sit there, completely drained from the intense orgasm he just brought upon you.

#This is smut #shadow the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader

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nikolaiismysugardaddy · 4 months

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The perfect birthday // Chuuya Nakahara

pairings... Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

contains...! fluff! gn!reader, cursing

I apologize for any mistakes in advance - english is not my first language!

Hope you enjoy! xx

This was written for my dearly beloved friend for her birthday, @estellarjj! Happy birthday my dear Haru-chan ♡

“This should go really smoothly on this special day.” Or at least that’s what Chuuya thought, until everything he planned started to fall apart.

“Let’s see.. blanket, check. Cake should be ready in the evening. Fruits, check. Cheese, check. Picking up flowers from the shop at 3. Fuel in the baby, check. Candles, check. Pick up the gift from the store before the flowers are ready, check. And most importantly, two bottles of the finest red wine, check.” Full of himself, he carefully put the yellow piece of paper in his pocket. Little did Chuuya know, his meticulously planned day was about to take an unexpected turn, ruining everything for his date night. As he confidently walked out the door, basket in hand with the goods in it, his phone unexpectedly started to ring inside his pocket. He placed the items that he carried on his motorcycle’s saddle just to see the least wanted person’s name on the screen pop up. “Boss?” Chuuya tried to hold back the anger building up inside of him as he picked it up. “Chuuya-kun, I know this was supposed to be your day off, but we have a situation. I need you here immediately.” Mori’s voice crackled with urgency. Chuuya’s heart sank as he realized that his carefully planned date may have to start later than he wanted it to. “What happened?” He put the basket under the saddle and got ready to go as soon as he finished the call. “I can’t tell you through the phone right now.” Loud beeping followed the last sentence, along with Chuuya’s disappointed sight. “Fuck.” He tried to distract himself on the way to the headquarters. “Maybe this'll be just some minor problem that can be solved quickly. I just need to finish this matter before 3am. Yes, that’s right. This could still work out just fine.”

“Just as I expected of you, Chuuya-kun! Quick, come. Sincere apologies for calling you in, but this situation requires your expertise. See–” Mori opened his office’s door for the ginger. “What on earth is going on?” He was greeted with by far the most chaotic scene he has ever seen at the headquarters. Chuuya froze at the sight in front of him, not being able to say a single word. He felt the anger building up inside of him with each passing second. “See, Elise-chan wanted to have a picnic, but some unexpected issues got discovered while we prepared for it. For example, Tachihara-kun’s outfit didn’t meet the expectations of Elise-chan’s imagination.” The mentioned mafia executive sat on a small chair with a unicorn-shaped bandaid on his nose. Chuuya’s eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the absurdity of the situation. He couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh, realizing that this was just another one of Mori’s overdue actions. As Chuuya glanced around, he noticed the other mafia members frantically trying to salvage the picnic, their faces filled with both panic and frustration. “Well, have fun–” He tried to turn around and leave when Mori’s cold, demanding voice echoed in the room:

“Help Elise-chan pick the outfit for everyone. You know my taste in fashion isn’t as good as our dearly treasured Chuuya-kun’s.” Even though it warmed the ginger’s heart a bit, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had to make this day perfect for you. And the last thing he wanted was for it to be ruined by the Port Mafia.

Chuuya sighed once again and took an uncertain step inside. He wanted to finish assisting Elise-chan as soon as possible, determined to ensure that everything would remain just as he planned. An hour later they finally finished arranging the outfits for everyone, but it wasn’t even near the end. Even though they could finally persuade Akutagawa to wear the awful pink ribbons as the very last step of the finished look, Elise-chan came up with another problem. She desperately wanted to take everyone outside to the park to have a real picnic experience. “Well, I’ll head out then.” Chuuya tapped the end of his hat as he headed to the door. “On your way, let Tachihara-kun ride along with you.” Mori commanded with a sly voice.

“Haaah?!” He turned around slowly, clearly annoyed with Mori’s order. Chuuya's annoyance was evident as he glared at Mori, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “We won’t fit in the car, Chuuya-kun. After that, you can still enjoy the rest of the day.” Like hell, he would, nevermind the fact that his well prepared plans are starting to fall apart. Reluctantly, he agreed to let Tachihara accompany him, but made it clear that he wouldn't be happy about it. They quickly arrived at the nearby park, but for Chuuya’s misfortune, the others arrived sooner. He wanted to abruptly leave the location, but it was no use. Another command came: they forgot the blanket and Chuuya was the faster driver to go back and pick it up from the headquarters. While he was away, they realized they had left the basket with the food and drinks too. So as soon as Chuuya arrived with the blanket, they asked him to take another detour and grab those for them too. “I’m literally going to switch off my phone now.” He stated as he hopped back on his motorcycle.

Chuuya arrived two hours later at the flower shop than he originally planned. Exhausted, but determined he rushed into the shop, ready to make up for the lost time and ensure that everything will be perfect for today’s occasion. “I’m sorry sir, but we sold the bouquet you asked for. My sincere apologies, we thought you wouldn't pick it up since you were so late.” Chuuya sighed in frustration, realizing that his detour had caused him to miss out on the bouquet he had specifically ordered. “Nevermind.” He covered his face with his palm as he spoke. “Do you still have some red roses, right?” “Well…” The florist’s face looked troubled, as she hesitated to reply. “I’m afraid we only have those two left.” she finally admitted, pointing at the two remaining red roses in the corner. Chuuya’s heart sank at the sight, but he knew he had no other choice. “Fine, I’ll take them.” he said, trying to hide his rising temper. Chuuya reluctantly handed over his payment, feeling a mix of disappointment and annoyance. He couldn't help but wonder if his day could get any worse.

It could. And he only realized it when he entered the jewelry store. “Excuse me. There was that one necklace on display a few days ago with a rabbit pendant–” he asked, trying to hide his annoyance in his voice. “We sold it this evening, a few hours ago.” Chuuya's heart sank even further at the store clerk's response. He couldn't believe his bad luck. With a heavy sigh, he mustered up the last bit of patience he had left and asked, "Do you have any necklaces with similar pendants?"

“Well, we have one, but–” Chuuya interrupted the store clerk, desperation evident in his voice. “I don’t care, I’ll take it.” The store clerk’s surprise was clearly visible, but he quickly rushed to lend the necklace to the ginger and led him to the check-out. Chuuya handed over his credit card, hoping that the necklace wouldn't break the bank. As he left the store, a mix of relief and fury rushed over him. Well, at least he managed to grab something really nice for his loved one…

At least the exchange with the bakery went suspiciously smoothly, but he couldn’t care less about that at the moment. He dropped you a call saying that he’d be there soon to pick you up. Soon, the ginger haired man was standing at the door, waiting for you to open it. “Oh, hey, handsome.” You gave him a light peck on his lips. Excitement rushed over you, not knowing anything about what he planned for the both of you. “Oh, hey, babygirl” He quickly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you up close to his torso. A mischievous grin lingered on his lips as he whispered in your ear: “I have something planned for us tonight, so better be ready for it.” He held your hand and gently dragged you to his motorcycle. Chuuya gave you his helmet and patted the saddle behind himself.

You hopped on the motorcycle, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity about what awaited you. You held onto Chuuya tightly, but when the engine should have roared to life, it just remained silent. Confusion washed over you as you exchanged a puzzled glance with your lover. His face slowly became red from annoyance as he realized what just happened. “For fucks sake! I can’t fucking believe it. Really?!” You glanced over his shoulder to understand the situation - he ran out of gas. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. Chuuya, clearly embarrassed and annoyed, muttered a string of curses under his breath as he realized his mistake. “Okay, okay, okay. Change of plans. I don’t fucking want to waste any more time. Get inside and wait for my call, alright, baby?” You squeezed him with your arms still wrapped around his waist, nodding lightly with the helmet still on your head. “Just don’t get too worked up over things like this. It’s totally alright, Chuu.” You gently stroked his chest before getting back inside the house.

Chuuya quickly placed everything in order on the rooftop and got ready to finally celebrate your birthday. When he finally told you to come, you felt the excitement rush over you. You bounded up the stairs to the rooftop, eager to see what Chuuya had prepared for your birthday celebration. As you reached the top, you were greeted with a breathtaking sight: candle lights twinkling, a blanket set with your favorite fruits, some luxurious red wine, and... A really messed up cake. And you could swear you also smell something rotten there.

You couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw his distorted face. “Oh my god Chuu, this looks... amazing!” You took a step closer to him, but he shook his head in disbelief. “The cheese is rotten because I had to drive around all day for those idiots. And on top of that, the cake got messed up while I rushed here to finally meet you. Damn it. And I couldn’t even get enough flowers to celebrate–” If he’s going to continue this rambling, maybe he’s going to explode. A warm smile spread across your face as you walked towards him and firmly grabbed his shoulder. “Hey.” you looked into his eyes and pulled him in for a long, sensational kiss. He took the lead quickly, with one of his hands grabbing you by your hips, while the other wandered up on the back of your neck. Before he could deepen the kiss more, you whispered to his lips with a cheeky tone “You wanted to say happy birthday, right?” He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against yours.

“Oh, baby.” He slipped his hand under your shirt, gently caressing your bare skin. His touch sent shivers down your spine as you could feel the intensity of his desire growing more with each passing second. “I’d rather show you what a happy birthday looks like.”

The cute dividers are from @cafekitsune ♡

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floufli · 11 months

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Admit It

Chapter 1 : Discoveries (3.7K)

Summary:

Before the whole "multiverse collapsing" thing, everything was going pretty smoothly for you. As Spider-woman, you saved people, beat up villains and lived an calm and uneventful civilian life. But everything seemed to have changed the moment one boy was bitten by some radioactive spider. Now, the villains you faced have become more active, and always seemed to disappear before you could deliver them to the police. One day, you manage to finally catch the trail of the ones that kept stealing your catches, only to be left to discover another facet of your life waiting for you.

Will this end well for you? You could only hope so. But you are perfectly okay with risking it all, after all, that "Miguel" got one hell of an ass to make up for it.

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Miguel o'hara x fem!reader, violence, mature language and reference, Reader has the same arms thingies as Miguel, WILL BECOME MINOR NON FRIENDLY QUICK SO HOP HOP GET OUT OF HERE, future tags

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Chapter: 2

Author notes:

I deleted the post by mistake and almost shot myself. Otherwise hope you'll like it, I'm not a fanfic poster so I don't know my writing skills. ANywAyS. Enjoy.

Don't copy to another site or I'm gonna be big mad >:C and don't feed to AI obviously

A sight escaped your lips as you gazed upon the lively city before your eyes. With your hands grasping firmly onto the tissue of your mask, you let your eyes wander across the breathtaking buildings in front of you.

Fond of architecture wasn't the best term to describe yourself, as the sight of grey concrete and skyscrapers often became boring for someone like you, who spent all day and night in between the small gaps of each building. But it was where you spent most of your life, so you were sometimes forced to admire its beauty, even when said beauty had become the daily norm.

Positioned on top of some fancy building surely made for yet another big cooperative profit, you gaze at the horizon as the sun set, ending yet another long and tiring day. You closed your sensitive eyes as you appreciated the last few rays of sunlight that reached your face, your hair flowing freely behind you, now free of the mask's restraints.

If one would have told you you would become some spider-woman that fought for justice at your city scale, jumping from building to building by shooting webs to swing on... Yeah, you would have surely told them to go see a therapist. And yet there you were, a bit sore after today's load of work fighting some local thugs and one freak that tried to blow up a boutique. You were quite lucky if you were being honest. Only leaving the scenes with some minor bruises and a few cuts here and there on your body, could have been worse.

You really needed to get yourself a better suit, you thought. As this one had grow to become a bit too thin and easy the slit open for your taste.

The air had a slight chill today, announcing the forthcoming winter and with it the decrease in crime rate. After all, even criminals didn't like to spend the day out while it snowed like there would be no tomorrow, leaving the entire city covered in a pure white blanket, seemingly erasing the blood embedded in its pavement, only to be left with a much appreciated calm after yet another eventful year.

The image in your head was barely months away, and still, you couldn't wait for your much-needed vacation. Beating up some serious threats to the people had always left a satisfying aftertaste in your mouth, but even you needed a break from time to time to catch your breath.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the tight grasp you had on your mask, leaving your hand marked by your fingernails. Exhaling heavily, you put the piece of fabric back on your face, the arachnid-like design concealing your identity from the population.

You stood up from your previous crouching position on the edge of the skyscraper, mind at peace just as you went to jump off the edge.

Your foot dangled into the void below as if touching the shining light of cars and street lamps down below. Finally shifting your weight fully, you felt the familiar falling euphoria take over your enhanced senses. The sudden drop disoriented you for just a nanosecond as your body plunged down rapidly. Air blowing in your ears, you allowed the fall to last as much as your survival instinct let you.

It was relieving, the soreness of your body seemingly forgotten as you went down straight for the ground, letting you feel as if you were flying peacefully, and not at all risking being spread out on the concrete floor.

Ending the moment against your best wishes, you cast one of your webs onto the height of a building facing you, leaving your break behind you and swinging forward onto who knows what, maybe a villain or two- or even some nitroglycerine maniac.

You were the only one capable of protecting New York after all. Who could do this job except the one and only spider-woman?

"Miguel calm down. It's not that big of a deal you know?" Lyla's voice tried to soothe the agitated man. But to no avail.

The tall man was perambulating across the room, his steps echoing heavily into the gigantic hall.

"I can't, I can't that's it! This is definitely it! I'm going to lose it. Lo fucking juro." His tensed body roamed in a desperate attempt to calm himself down. Fingers pinching his nose, he tried to prevent the headache that was surely coming his way.

His failure at doing so was quite obvious, to say the least. Heavy breathing left his imposing form as he glared at his AI assistant.

"Not that big of a deal?! Do you have any ideas of what could have happened if at the time this maniac had managed to achieve opening a portal between universes? That would have-"

"Put the whole multiverse at risk of being destroyed blah blah blah .." Lyla interjected, gaining another furious red glare from her boss.

"This isn't funny Lyla for fuck's sake. I'm trying to save lives here." He stated in defeat. "The whole ordeal could have been easily avoided if he just didn't get bit by the spider. You know just as well as I do how much two Spidermen can't be at the same time. Their dimension would be a bomb waiting for the slightest disturbance to be completely annihilated."

"How did you want him to know to "just don't get bitten by the spider " Huh? It obviously crawled its way to him without him noticing, you know JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER SPIDERMEN IN THE MULTIVERSE EXCEPT YOU??? "

The small image of the woman flickered for a few seconds with annoyance, teleporting from her current place to right in in his face. She went from standing calmly to looking down at the huge man below her, hand grabbing her hips firmly to reinforce her statement.

"..."

If looks could kill she would surely be concerned for her life, lucky she was to be immaterial.

Stop worrying so much we're in the clear now. She thought angrily.

Closing her eyes as she let out a heavy sigh, her shoulder falling down, she tried to reassure her boss once again.

"Listen Miguel, we're all good now the multiverse is safe, and everyone is back in their own dimensions. No need to mull over it for hours now~~" She cheered, flickering to more dynamic poses to cheer her boss up. "Besides, if you keep ruminating all day you'll worsen your eye bags." She said as she mimicked a circular motion below her own.

"It's not because we avoided the destruction of all the worlds once that we should just stand by and wait for it to go south again!!! What if another just tried to-"

He was cut off once more as the hall suddenly shone in bright red light, blinding his oversensitive eyes, and leaving him squinting and hissing at the unwelcome light. Arms shooting straight up to protect his vision, he ordered Lyla to find the problem. Fast.

"Well, THAT'S SOMETHING I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT MIGUEL!?" The AI assistant yelled, her form teleporting across the whole control panel, in a matter of seconds she went through all the data that had suddenly come up in the system. While Miguel's face was now covered with his mask, whilst the radiant light still shone brightly in rapid blinks.

Using his webs, he swung to where his assistant had abruptly frozen, her floating 2D body facing one of the central control panels of this unit. With careful steps he closed the distance between them, coming forward to see what the screen had displayed. At first, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, the usual universe's data such as each local Spiderman, recent major events, etc...

He froze when he saw the pop-up that took most of the central panel, his heart almost stopping as he reread, again and again, the words on the screen. What did it mean? They never had something like this happen before. Surely the little interdimensional perturbations caused by the ones on earth 1610B had created a bigger mess than they could have ever anticipated.

! ANOMALY DETECTED !

Those were the words blinking brightly on the display, along with the regular sound of an alarm claiming all of their attention.

"¿Qué demonios...?" Miguel murmured, more to himself than to Lyla. Both their eyes wide open as they gaze upon the unfamiliar words, unsure of what to do now. What the hell was an anomaly? And what were they supposed to do now?

Feeling eyes on himself, he turned his head to face Lyla's, only to be met with the same uncertainty he could feel was slipping out of his covered eyes. It wasn't often that he would be left speechless and unable to make a decision, but this time he was at a complete loss. Unable to do much more than gape at the screen along with his assistant, a dreadful feeling sent a chill throughout his entire body, causing his whole form to tense significantly.

He didn't know what exactly he was supposed to do, but despite his lack of spider sense, he could trust his instinct; and whatever was waiting for them later on, it wasn't pretty.

A bit less than a year later

- BEFORE ACROSS THE SPIDER VERSE MAJOR EVENTS TIMELINE -

"Vulture, it's about time for you to think about retirement, Jezz." You declared while avoiding another of his rapid attacks just before he launched himself back up into the sky, out of your reach- or at least that's what he thought.

His laugh echoed into the now-empty streets of New York, the panicked crowd having left in a hurry the moment both of you started fighting for real.

You were positioned right below him at the moment, feet embedded into the ground, ready to propel yourself to him if the right occasion appeared. Times like these had come to be an usual occurrence in the last few months, which was kind of weird if someone asked you. It was as if every villain in the city and its surrounding had suddenly decided to come out to cause havoc.

And you were beginning to grow tired of the incessant attacks that occurred almost every day by now. Local problems like thieves or terrorists were easy to deal with but these kinds of villains needed much more of your time and energy than any other. Your arms and legs were starting to let you know of their limits too, if this was to continue for longer you weren't sure you could keep up.

And why do they always looks so different each time?

Exhaling a last time before jumping straight towards your enemy, you let your arms' spikes fully out, ready to strike down. Webbing the building just behind his flying form, you were able to come to him a mere seconds, surprising him as well as wiping the smile off his face.

"SHIT- WAIT-"

But his words only met deaf ears. Your arms aiming directly for his face, you had learned long ago that spearing your enemies only brought out more bad than good. So now when you fought, whoever might be your opposants, you were determined to use all of your spider strength, even if killing was the only solution. You would not be risking the lives of thousands of civilians just because of the ambitions of one individual. And you weren't naïve, if they could, they would kill you in the blink of an eye.

The impact was immediate and ruthless, leaving no room for escape after the strike. With your enhanced senses, you could easily pick up the sound of bones cracking below your knuckles, the sound lasting only an instant before Vulture's entire frame was launched into one of the decommissioned building a bit farther from the main city.

You may have gone a bit overboard with that one.

Not wasting a second to avoid him escaping you again, you swung your way toward the point of impact. An immense gaping hole was now, where before stood some form of architecture. It was positioned not more than twenty meters above the ground, so you knew that if he wasn't on the floor of the impact, he was surely still in the building.

I would have seen it if he just jumped out of it.

Landing gracefully upon the now bare floor, you searched for your prey, using all of your faculties to make sure you weren't missing anything. But you heard nothing, saw nothing either, only smelled the faint smell of him intertwined with other unfamiliar ones. Ones that were too fresh to only be coincidental.

"What the hell is happening again?" You said in consternation, it wasn't the first time that this happened to you. In fact, since the moment the attacks multiplied, you had almost always lost track of your attackers. You weren't perfect, you knew that, losing track once or twice every now and then would be normal knowing the nature of your job. But now it was redundant, except for a few times, you always came back empty-handed. Leaving the police just as confused as you were, even if you tried to explain to them what happened again and again. Some even began to question you competences.

This time was exactly the same as the others, you lose their sight for less than a minute and when you arrive they're already gone to who-knows-where.

That was really beginning to put your nerves to the test.

Angry, you tried to cool off by shooting one of the cans left there by its last inhabitant, causing it to hit one of the last standing pieces of furniture still standing- at least it was standing, until it abruptly collapsed on itself because of the harsh force of the hit, provoking a loud chaos in its fall. Most of what it contained was now spilled on the floor in a glorious mess.

"Oops"

You winced at the involuntary action, apologizing to whoever might come across this in the future.

"What the hell what that?!"

You froze in your tracks immediately, adopting a fighting stance on pure instinct. This was a girl's voice, you were certain of it, but what would a girl be doing here? Next to a fighting scene?

"I don't know and we don't have the time to investigate, we need to get this one back in his dimensions as fast as possible or Miguel will beat our asses." Another voice, a bit deeper answered. A woman this time, you thought, preparing yourself for a fight.

Were they the ones that continuously stole your catches for months now? Dimensions? Was that it? The final explanation for all this overload in your job? You didn't think of that one. Even if you really thought of it, you were almost happy with yourself to not have thought of this silly idea.

Well silly, it seems like- Anyway. Focus.

"Still I feel sorry for the Spider-woman that lives here, should we not let her know about it now? I mean, she is constantly fighting them and we just come to gather the pieces while she does all the work. Seems a bit unfair to me." The young girl responded.

By now you had silently come to rest on one of the walls facing the hole in the building, just next to what was once a door, but now deprived of anything door-like except for the gap in the wall. Putting your head on its surface, you were able to pick up the sound of their shoes along the floor, each of their movement, as well as the sound of struggling. As if they had contained somebody.

From the sounds, you could guess that there was a pretty long hallway that should be a least thirtyish meters from the echo of the voices alone.

So they really are the ones that kept taking them to wherever they came from.

"It's not something up to you or I do decide, Girl." The woman said, and just as she finished, you heard some weird beeping sound as well as a sudden detonation.

Oh heelll no. I'm not letting you go before you answer some questions.

Jumping to your feet, you bypassed the wall separating you from the two strangers, only to be met by a huge ball of light that almost blinded you before you could close your eyes.

Fucking sensitive eyes.

Regaining your senses fast, you quickly approached the two (well technically three but you chose to ignore him) before they escaped to wherever this portal thing would be taking them. Thanks to the detonation, you were able to walk to them without being noticed by either of them.

"Hey there, mind explaining what you doing here?" You stated, not more than five or so meters away from them, hands on your hips while you eyed them from head to toe. They were two, that you got right. And the weirdest thing of all was that they looked so much like you, smelt like you even. The youngest was dressed in a white and black outfit that looked like yours, while the other was a visibly pregnant woman with a red and black colored suit, the only difference being her glasses being her glasses whereas you and the girl both wore masks.

You could effortlessly see the panic in the youngest demeanor as she repeatedly looked from you to her 'friend', said friend on the other side looked kind of fed up. Her hand went to a sort of watch that she had on her wrist, the gadget looking way too advanced to only be a simple watch to your tastes.

"Miguel, we have something unexpected on our end what do we do?" She said as she locked her eyes with your covered ones.

"I'm kind of busy at the moment what is it ?" A masculine voice answered from the device. The deep tone causing a wave of chill to run through you, leaving you confused.

Damn, what was that?

Am I really that desperate to get laid seriously?

You reprimanded yourself, for real, since when did you let yourself be horny when you were working. You would have to find a way to get laid when you finished your day.

"The local Spider-woman has spotted us..." She said while looking at you unimpressed.

"Then just get out of there quick, what do you want me to do?" The man said before letting out a heavy sigh, the sound reviving a strange fire inside you, before some other noise, moving furniture you guessed, took over the communicator.

Stop that.

"That's the problem, Miguel, she is quite literally right in front of us and looking quite unpleased with the situation."

"..."

For whatever reason they didn't seem to enjoy the fact that you had seen the whole ordeal. The silence stretched agonizingly long before what you guessed to be their boss spoke again.

"I won't be back to the HQ before a few hours." A pause, as if to think carefully of his next words. "This dimension is where we detected the unusual number of anomalies isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. The bright side is that we have the one from today thank to her once more."

She smile at you warmly, trying to let you know that neither of them was a threat to you or your world. It worked in a sense, but you already knew that there was no need for you to be on your guard too much around them. Your instincts were telling you that these two at least were safe to be around. For the mysterious man on the other hand you didn't know, the weird reactions of your body unusual even to you.

" *Sight* Qué desastre..." He murmured in what you recognized to be Spanish. " Bring her into the HQ, if she managed to control all of them she could be a good ally on our side if she is fit for the job."

" I'll let Lyla know and make another goober. Try to not fuck it up this time."

And just like the conversation ended.

"What a jerk." You thought out loud, surprising both of the women facing you and causing the oldest to laugh lightly.

"You get used to it after a while, that's just how he is."

You crocked an eyebrow at the comment, that didn't mean he was allowed to be a impolite jerk but anyway. Bringing your attention back to the young girl that was now lifting the tied-up body of the Vulture, you felt kind of lost. What was that all about? Anomalies? Local Spider-Woman? They were other like you? Where the two Spider-Women too from other dimensions? The more you learned about the strangers, the more you were confused and left with more questions, as you didn't want to make false assumptions.

Sensing your hesitation, the woman approached you carefully before putting a hand on your shoulder.

"I know it's a bit much to absorb at the moment but you'll understand when we will get to the HQ. Only if you want to go I mean. You're not obligated to follow us, even if Miguel authorized you to." She said before whispering something to herself that you almost missed, but thanks to your amazing hearing didn't. Something along the line of 'he isn't so compliant per usual.'

Looking behind her as both the girl and the Vulture disappeared into the bright portal, you made your decision.

"I mean, what should I do? Just stay behind and miss all the fun? Nah. You got me curious now so you better have a good justification for all the jackasses that got my ass sore for the last few months."

You didn't mean for it to sound like that.

But it was too late anyway, and surely she understood what you meant. And by the smile playing on her face, she did.

"Yeah, don't worry we got everything prepared for that."

Retracting her arms from your shoulder, she turned around to face the portal. As she took a few steps you followed, still a bit apprehensive of the unknown device. When she disappeared like the other two moments before, you exhaled heavily, steadying your breathing.

"Oh, Fuck it."

And just like that you launched yourself straight into the entrance, silently praying that this thing didn't mind rapid moving objects moving through it or else you would be quite fucked.

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