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thesolotomyhan · 3 years

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being pregnant with miguel angel felix gallardo’s kid but leaving him would include

a/n: the way i went full 180 and wrote this because i LIVE for angst and im here to share my pain with you all,, also! this came out as a preggo hc but it follows up with the angst- um i hope you all enjoy my mess

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tODO POR TU CULPA ANON IM CRYING BEFORE I EVEN BEGIN-

i just need to say this to mend my broken heart but,, can you imagine miguel angel being so fucking elated the day you tell him you’re pregnant-

like im imagining you surprising him with this neatly wrapped box you give him once he comes home,,

your nervous form standing there when he gives you that stupid laugh when he picks up the box like, “whats this, amor?”

just- his smile getting bigger as he starts to unwrap the box,, pulling out this onesie you put in there-

and there’s this shine in his eyes as he holds it up,, looking at you with so much adoration,,

“estas- embarazada, tesoro?” I SOB because i know nothing feels better than to hear from you,, his dama, is pregnant with his kid, :((

and just him walking up to you,, kissing your forehead as his hands caress your stomach, lightly laughing into your hair- i :(

ok but i can feel it in me that since day one,, he would have you never leave the house no matter what because he doesnt want you out and about without him there cuidandote,,

he just gets low key worried because he doesn’t want you to get hurt while he’s working, and not be there for you right away,, so i know he would have someone with you at all times

like personal maids to do anything you ever need because he doesnt want you touching one plate or moving one foot-

he just w o r r i e s about you putting strength in anything that could harm the baby even if youve only been pregnant for a month-

se preocupa el cabron

and also him doubling security just for the sake of something ever happening,, i just- he doesn’t want absolutamente NADA que te pase ok :(

i cant- hes always telling you that you can call him whenever you need to if you want from the littlest problem to the biggest-

“por cualquier cosa, no importa la hora, you call me first, mi amor, tu eres lo mas importante para mi” -

hes just trying his hardest to be as supportive as he can for you,, im tearing up

also someone PLEASE tell me im not the only one that imagines him sitting down on a couch and having you either sitting on his lap or curled into him-

him caressing your hair and kissing the top of your head,, his hand intertwined with yours thats sitting on your stomach-

like its such a soft fucking moment that he cherishes and just looks forward to the day when he imagines holding your baby in his arms- i :((

and i can see him being the type to bring you all and every snack/food he sees on the street on his way home for you to have,,

just the way he’ll come home to you,, fresh pan dulce in his hand or ice cream as he walks up to you,, smile on his face when he leans down to kiss you-

“te traje algo para ti y el niño, amor” and his hand rubbing your stomach -i cannot handle this right now,,

god, he would also be the one to always have you sleeping on his chest,, wanting to be as close to you and his bebe when he falls asleep,,

but also him staring at the ceiling,, thinking of names he likes for your baby,, and just him blurting them out randomly when he really likes one,

i cant-and the little smile on his face when he hears you softly giggle into his chest,, sleepily telling him if you like that name or not- im crying i wow-

ok now listen,, -i want you to imagine with me somewhere at the point of your pregnancy where you find out the gender of your baby ok-

i can imagine you wouldnt have told miguel about you going to the doctors maybe because you wanted to surprise him or maybe it just crossed your mind and you forgot to tell him-

but whatever the reason,, you wouldve wanted to give him the news at his office at hotel americas because youre too excited to wait until later to tell him,,

and i just imagine you carrying this first ever picture in your hand of your baby, this smile on your face as you head up,, i

but right when you round the corner down to his office, you bump into this lady, still trying to button her shirt up, adjusting her outfit and not even acknowledging you as she walks all giggly away from you-

and from this point,, you already know something isnt right even tho you want to so badly brush it off, you cant,

not when you look down the hall where miguels office door was left open-

god, just the nagging tension pulling on your shoulder every time you take a step closer to his door,,

and the moment you push the door open,, its like a weight was dropped on your heart because there miguel stands, right behind his desk, adjusting the collar of his shirt, his hair all messed up and sticking out everywhere-

just- the whole world feeling like it stopped when he looks up at you, standing there in the doorway,, looking at him with so much resentment in your eyes because you fucking know what happen ed when everything clicked for you- i

“mija, que haces aqui? you should be at home, resting-” and like just the way hes trying to play it off like you didnt just catch him angers you even more, your tense form looking at him and teeth gritting-

“who was that vieja, miguel?”

and just woW him giving you that fucking scoff he does as he smiles at you, moving to start walking up to you,,

“que vieja, mijita?”

i- and the way you give him this dry laugh,, not even noticing your hand starting to crumble the picture in your hand- “no soy pendeja miguel, diME quien era esa mujer” your voice starting to slowly crack,, your eyes filling with angry tears as you back away from him-

i fucking CRY at the thought of desperate miguel trying to hold your arms and calm you down,, and just holding your body against his when you start to struggle out of his hold,, his voice rising to get you to calm down when you start to hit his chest like- como pudiste? after everything we’ve been through, me enganas, como nada-?”

i just- his hands trying to stop you from pushing him away and get ahold of you- “BASTA mija, ella no es nada para mi, let me fix this, tu eres la mejor cosa para mi” i- and him looking at you todo perdido when you push him away angrily,, wanting to get as much space away from him

and theres this tense ass moment where you can barely even look at him through your eyes,, taking a shaky breath like- “cuantas mas hay,,,, dime la verdad-”

but- ,just him looking down, silent becasue he cant bring himself to lie to you again,, not with they way he can feel his heart in his throat if he even tries to- “dejame arreglar esto, profavor mi amor, i never wanted to hurt you”

i cant- just the way he can see your heart break further when he looks at you,, hurting the one person he promised to never destroy,,

and his own feeling like it fucking shatters as he watches you toss your ring at him,, your words further crushing him - “nunca pense que llegaria el dia en que te dijera that i dont love you anymore after what you did”-

and just, your muffled cries struggling to leave your mouth as you turn around,, not even noticing when the crumpled picture of your baby falls to the floor-

your legs moving without even thinking towards his door,, not once glancing back at him when he tries to call out your name as you slam the door behind you- i

THIS IS YOUR FAULT ANON

#narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #miguel angel felix gallardo x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico

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backtobackbakubabe · 4 years

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Baby its Cold Outside (PART 13)

Bakugo X Reader

It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!

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PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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“OI dumbass! What are you doing? Let me help you with that!”

It was Christmas eve and you were just trying to organize the presents around the tree. Your baby bump was more like a baby basketball at this point. Only a few more weeks to go before the world had a new Bakugo. You groaned as you straightened up bracing your hands on your lower back. “Thanks babe... there’s only a few more. Your mom stopped by earlier today and dropped off a bunch of stuff. Like it took both of us like five trips to the car to get all of it unloaded. I’m assuming it’s mostly baby stuff.”

“Wouldn't surprise me if it was all baby stuff.” He helped you over to the couch. “The old hag won't shut up about the little guy.”

He organized the last of the presents before joining you on the couch. He pulled both of your feet into his lap and started to rub them. “She loves you and she's excited about having her first grandchild. I cant tell you how many times she's given me a speech about how you are too good for me and you’re the kid she’s always wanted and I cant screw this up.”

“Aw babe she loves you too you know. All she could do was talk about how cute you were as a baby and how exceptional you were. Said our kid was going to be amazing with my heart and the Bakugo genes. Naturally she did throw in a couple jabs about your attitude but she does love you..”

He leaned over and put his head in your lap, “She is right though... I dont deserve you. I’m thankful every day that you saw something in me and decided to give me a chance.”

“That is not true! Bakugo Katsuki you take that back right now! I am not too good for you! If anything you’re the one who's constantly taking care of me.”

He snuggled further into your lap, “I love you. So much. And I cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You giggled, “Katsuki if I didn't know better I would say that sounded like a proposal.”

“So what if it was?” He pushed himself up and into a kneeling position on the floor in front of you. With sure hands he pulled a small red box out of his jacket pocket. “Y/n... I’ve been carrying this stupid ring around for probably six months now. It’s not that I didn't want to ask you sooner... its just you know how stubborn I can be. And for some reason I had made up my mind that I was going to propose on Christmas. I know it’s your favorite holiday and I dont know, its probably stupid but I just wanted it to be special.” He opened the box to show off the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen.

“Y/n would you do me the honor of being my wi- Oi are you crying?”

You had tears streaming down your face, “You try having the love of your life propose to you with the most beautiful ring ever in existence while being eight and half months pregnant full of fucking hormones on fucking Christmas eve of all fucking nights! Of course I’m fucking crying!”

He just smiled, took the ring out of the box, and held it to your finger, “So is that a yes?”

You wiped your tears with the hand he wasnt holding, “Yes! Of fucking course!”

He slid the ring onto your finger before giving you a soft kiss. He cupped your damp cheeks in his hands, “Mrs. Bakugo... Has a nice ring to it.”

You chuckled, “Damn I thought I was going to be Mrs. Zero... Is it too late to change my answer?”

He squeezed your thigh, “I’m afraid us Bakugos don’t come with a return policy. So it looks like you’re stuck with me.”

“OH! Yuuto will be so happy! At least once a month he asks if you’ve proposed yet. He’s always saying his quirk keeps telling him its the only logical outcome and it was making him anxious that we weren't engaged yet. Every time I would tell him no he’d just say ‘Any day now would be nice.’”

Bakugo laughed resuming his place on the couch with arm draped around you, “Not much of a filter on that kid huh? Well I’m surprised he kept it a secret this long. I actually told him about this a month ago. He kept bugging me about it that one day I came to eat lunch with you and decided to hang out with the class the rest of the day. So eventually I told him so he’d calm down.”

“Sounds like Yuuto. Did I tell you he took down Aizawa in his final exam? Took him all of ten minutes. I tried to tell him how awesome he was and all he had to say was, ‘I have him memorized at this point, all logical outcomes led to me passing.’ The kid spent weeks prepping by watching every video of every teacher fighting. He knew every move before it even happened. He's something else.”

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, he reminds me of Deku, except way smarter and honestly more tolerable. I love how blunt he is, even if he doesn't mean to be. He's honest and to the point and I can respect that.”

It was obvious how much Bakugo cared for Yuuto. He worked with him every now and then when he had free time. It made your heart soar with how patient he was with him. In a way they both lacked social skills but they both strived to be better versions of themselves. Sometimes you thought Bakugo took more away from their training sessions than Yuuto did. You wouldn't be surprised if when the time comes Ground Zero got a new side kick.

You flinched as the baby started kicking. It wasnt the first time but this time seemed to be bit harder than usual. You grabbed Katsuki's hand and placed it on your belly, “He’s kicking!”

With his hands on your belly and his forehead on you shoulder... this was what true happiness felt like. “Babe? How would you feel about a Christmas wedding?”

He turned to look at you, “I’d be fine with that. Would give us about a year to get everything figured out. The baby could be the ring barer, that’s be pretty fucking cute..”

“No... I mean like tomorrow. Fuck it. I dont need a fancy wedding. I just need you. We can renew our vows later if we want to, but I’m done waiting. I just want to be married.”

He gave you a wicked smile, “Look babe I know you're desperate to lock me down but I honestly think you’ll be a little upset later down the road if we did the bare minimum. So how about we compromise? You call our parents, I’ll call our friends. Tomorrow night we’ll have a small courthouse wedding with just us, followed by a dope ass after party with all our friends and family. How does that sound?”

You threw you arms around his neck, “You are so perfect! Oh my gosh!” You pulled back, “Shit what am I going to wear? Im huge! I won't fit into any of my nice dresses! No where will be open either! It’s Christmas eve!”

He sighed, “Okay just this once... I’ll pull the Ground Zero card. We can ask Sasha, the women who does all my hero costume alterations if she could have something put together by tomorrow morning. Let me make a call.”

Half an hour later you were sending over a few pictures of dresses you liked to Sasha. She said not to worry and she’d have a dress ready in no time. Shit this was happening. You were really getting married tomorrow.

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You spun a few times in front of the mirror. You dont know how she did it but Sasha was really amazing. She came over a little after lunch and did last minute alterations and she somehow managed to make you look beautiful and not at all like an oversized marshmallow.

Mina came over and helped you with your hair and makeup. She, Kirishima and you and Bakugos parents were the only ones that would be at the actual ceremony. Momo, Denki, Dylan and cementoss were over at the UA gym decorating it for the after party. You had decided that that it was big enough and secure enough that you all could have a good time without worrying about paparazzi trying to sneak in. Katsuki had gone a bit overboard with the after party invites. Claiming he wanted everyone to see you were off limits. As if they hadn't known that already.

You felt like a total cliche with your shot gun wedding but honestly you didn't care. You were starting a family... starting a life with Katsuki. Its all you had ever wanted. So as you walked down that isle all you could do was beam your most endearing smile, and all Katsuki could do was return the gesture.

It was time for your vows. You knew Katsuki was nervous because he's not always the best with his words, or expressing his feeling for that matter but he surprised everyone in the room. “Y/n. A little over a year ago... One year, one month, and four days ago to be exact. You threw a snowball at my head. And shit are you lucky I was already so far gone over you already. That may have been the day we officially started dating but I fell in love with you years before that. I fell in love with you the day you pantsed me outside of UA with all of our future classmates watching and I’ve loved you every day since. Any girl who could be that pretty AND put up with my bullshit. Definitely a keeper. I may have had weird ways of showing it. And I’ll be the first to admit I was a dick from time to time. But you bring out the best in me and I cant imagine a life for me without you in it.”

You stuck your lip out, “Aww Katsuki that’s so sweet. Oh shit you're going to make me cry again.” He slid the wedding ring on your finger giving your hand a quick encouraging squeeze. You have no idea where or how he got wedding rings on such short notice but you weren't going to ask.

“Alright so I guess it’s my turn then. So we've obviously been friends for years now. But we've also been rivals for years as well. We always competed at UA in just about everything. We competed for better grades. We fought constantly, literally with our firsts just as much as we screamed at each other. Just the other day we tried to see who could fit more marshmallows in their mouth. But the only thing I've ever been better at than you was English. Which brings me to the only time you ever asked me for help... Your Oscar Wilde paper. It was in your dorm room that day that I truly fell in love with you because that was the first day I saw the kind, soft side of you that I’m so familiar with now. And like Oscar Wilde once said, ‘You dont love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.’ and baby you sing that song every day in the little things you do for me and I don't think it’ll ever get old.”

A single tear fell down his cheek which he was very quick to catch before anyone noticed. “You may now kiss the bride.”

And just like that you shared your first kiss as husband and wife.

Later you two were sitting at a table eating cupcakes at your after party. All of your friends dancing around you having a good time. You leaned over so he could hear you over the music, “I never knew you liked me all that time. I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up.”

He gave you a wicked smile, “I’m used to waiting on you by now. I’m just sorry you actually thought you were better at English than me... I never needed help on that Oscar Wilde paper... I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo imagine #bhna #bhna bakugou #bhna imagine #bhna x reader #mha bakugou #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #my hero academia

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rqs902 · 4 years

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on one hand im happy that this means there’s gonna be a lot of official content since the eps are supposedly so long that they gotta cut them in half.

youku has been pretty consistent with giving us a relatively good amount of official content. but on the other hand im always slightly concerned that by splitting up perfs, those whose perfs get aired first will have a competitive voting advantage since (as long as they do well) those kids will have a full extra day of persuading people to vote for them through their stage performance. It’s not as huge of a deal as when other shows split performances across weeks, because a whole week ahead is a much bigger advantage than one day ahead. but every day can help those who need the votes. at least akey and zhan yu got aired today.... feels bad for jin fan because he really needs the votes.

also another down side is just this show’s eps are SO LONG they’re eating up a ton of my free time LOOOL but thats how these shows always go for me... because I always end up taking like double the amount of time to watch an ep, just to pause, digest, rewatch sections that i like (sometimes multiple times), make sure i understand, etc. i feel like these shows always consume my life during the few months they’re airing so i’ll just enjoy it while I can HAH

anyway ep 4 starting with singapore buddies huang junrong and sun yinghao speaking english with their singapore accents!!!!! lol can totally relate to yinghao tho, like when you cant read chinese you gotta find someone to translate for you

yang chaowen with dog!!!!! i wonder if the dog really likes him LOL they seem to appear together on camera often. akey with chen junhao!! and zuo linjie!! making friends!!!

lol i feel like the group leader choice method is some sort of extended advertisement for knock off apple products lol.........

HAHAHHAHAHAH LIN MO’S VIDEO STARTING OFF ALL FORMAL AND NERVOUS AND THEN XUE EN’S CUTS HIM WITH HIM BEING STUPID. I LOVE IT. there’s two types of people. how did they not vote for xue en HAHAHAH

interesting that they picked the songs for the self-composition group ahead of time, rather than make them make the song as part of the competition (looks at produce camp... fireman is my jam but the east binhe road team ran into complications with that, so I can see why it’d be more risky to let them do that again) but lucky for zheng renyu and li chenxu tho! I’m interested in hearing their music so i dont mind, just kinda wondering what the other kids who picked composition would’ve brought to the table

oh theyre still giving yan an screen time... every time i see him im happy but then feel oof

oo zhanyu’s first stage look is just so nice oof xikan talking to lin mo but lin mo looks ded and is all eye patched up :(

LOL su er all jubilant over a sexy concept song - good luck with that

oooof this shot of jin fan’s perfect side angle

aw akey being bested by shaopeng at every match... but im so excited to see what they can do together, theyre both so good at making music!!!! the resident music makers for each of their respective groups, tyger and coreone, theyre both so talented! def shaopeng has and deserves the credit but hopefully people will see akey contributed too bc im sure the two of them really led together, being the most experienced rappers hahaha

WHOA csp opening up to qu boyu and saying he has older step brother and sister who have a different mom from him and encouraging him to just be real when writing because there will be people out there who connect with his lyrics awww hes really taking this child under is wing and teaching him from zero, hes really like a big bro taking care of him and enjoying watching him grow. im glad csp is opening up and is self reflective enough to realize that he hasnt done so enough in the past and that he should involve himself more with the others.

im happy cui shaopeng got to feature in the bts clip for his group, he deserves it and hasnt gotten much screentime relative to his talent before. im happy akey got a little time and some recognition for his skills too. honestly just happy akey FINALLY got to do a rap stage..... wish we couldve gotten more huang enyu and huang junrong but im happy they got to show off their vocals!! for being young vocals in a rap performance, their stage presence were both really good too! csp’s entrance is epic wow.

wow this is the most hyper performance ive ever seeeen wow im so happy for akey because we know how long hes been waiting for a rap stage and wow csp’s leadership must be top notch to get this group to somehow be cohesive with such a not cohesive song LOL i respect that csp really respected akey’s skill and let him shine too. akey was a second c if ive ever seen one lol. they both got to shine and so did everyone else in their group, which is telling of his leadership and why this stage turned out so well that even all the teachers like jackson were so hype LOL

OOF shen bohuai and lin mo talking about how akey’s lyrics are so moving like lin mo wanted to cry and bohuai felt like he could tell akey’s been through a lot

lol xikan and bohuai being all tough and lin mo being like lol i feel the pressure. shaopeng smiling like a proud parent when boyu gets good comments c: oof rip akey and shaopeng’s votes tho :c

lin ran’s look tho LOL but zhan yu’s is so questionable?? why is he in this group ?? LOL but i guess its his turn to do something cutesy. mannnn why does zhan yu look like hes surrounded by children but hes not even that much older//?? hahahha ooooo is this the center zhan yu of legend?? ?hahahah yayyy hopefully more people will notice him! you know when i heard zhan yu was gonna be center, this was not the type of song i was imagining, but hey if it takes a cutesy happy song and a bunch of little kids around to get zhan yu a chance to be center, ill take it! i wish they’d show us some practice footage?? im confused why there isnt any?? i think sun boran’s stage presence is good! zhan yu’s voice so powerful yess somehow he managed to show off different aspects of his vocal skills in this very plain song LOL im surprised lin ran didnt stand out a lot but when they pointed out that he purposefully put himself in the back to protect his team members i think that makes sense bc he knows being cute isn’t going to be able to win them as many votes but if the less popular kids in his group dont get votes, its a lot more devastating for them than for himself. lin ran didnt want this song and he didnt want to be cute but he really didnt want kids to suffer from choosing his group. lin ran has a cute image but i appreciate that this time we got to see a more serious side of him. isnt it ridiculous that theyve literally trashed zuo qibo and lin mo about being old but then literally i didnt realize until now sun yinghao is the oldest??? (he looks really young wow and so tiny aw) but also like they never bring up akey being old either?? some sort of weird bias going on... but i mean good for yinghao and akey lol

but aw im glad theyre giving yinghao some attention... 10 years and starting off with jackson? oof...

ayy zhan yu getting the most votes!!

kou cong being older bro to zlj but also ultimate mentor to cxh aw yay for him getting some recognition from the judges and jin fan supporting him too heheh but it says a lot that he recognizes cxh’s efforts and wanted to put in his own effort to help him

i wonder if them giving zlj less audience votes is an elaborate scheme to get him more pity votes from the general public lol.... well im excited to see the rest of the stages tomorrow!

#rants

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hazinhoodies · 5 years

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Mal En Point (part xiv)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: hello its been a while but heres part fourteen. theres a lot of spots with just dialogue and im really sorry for that. also i’m thinking of abandoning this story. i feel like no one, myself included, is really excited for it and other reasons but i dont want to bore you. moodboard made by @wazzupmrstark and im so thankful for her

I suggest reading part 13 again to understand whats going on

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: uh insecurity and swearing

“So…” You dragged out the single syllable, getting King Harrison’s attention, “What’s with the kid?” You asked hesitantly. You’d wanted to ask earlier but not while Isaac was there and then you were too nervous to ask the King anything. Sometimes you just have to speak up though, so you did.

“Isaac?” He asks, turning his head around to look at you while you follow him back to the throne room from the main door, Isaac had just left and King Harrison had made sure he’d made it all the way out the gate of the yard before closing the door to the castle, “He’s just a kid. Nine realm years old. Big family and he’s the oldest so he kinda got pushed aside I suppose so I try to help out as much as I can”

You nodded along, you got a general idea but being an only child, you couldn’t quite understand. Couldn’t place yourself into his shoes.

“He’s a good kid, really” King Harrison continued, “His family was doing pretty bad before. They couldn’t afford food and Tom caught him on the grounds trying to take some food just after I’d become King” Harrison’s voice dries on the mention of his title, he hopes you don’t notice, “It was actually his idea to help them out”

So he wasn’t always an asshole. It was a question you wanted to pose out loud but you knew the answer that you’d get. King Harrison had already told you that he wasn’t but you hadn’t really believed him about it. You still weren’t sure if you did now. However, you had to admit that you felt infinitely more comfortable around the King than you had before. He always kept a safe distance away from you with his hands clasped either behind or in front of him. It made you feel comfortable despite how badly you wanted him to press his lips against your skin until it turns red and purple.

There’s an awkward moment of silence between the two of you before you pipe up with a curious question.

“How did Hell even come to be?” You ask, staring at a space on the black brick wall in front of you. You hear King Harrison chuckle from beside you, a smirk on his face. God you wanted it against your lips. “They don’t teach us in Heaven”

“Well, what do they teach you up there, angel?” For the first time, you feel like the term is not used in a derogatory way. It isn’t meant to mock or belittle you for what you are, were. The King used the term as an endearment, spoken softly, sweetly, under a laugh. Or maybe you’re reading into it.

“They tell us about Lucifer. That he craved power and fell, thus creating Hell. Anyone that was turned away at the gates to Heaven instantly went to Hell” Of course they told you this via much longer and much more boring lectures than what you just said to the King. They wanted to scare you in Heaven. If you feared what happened after falling, you’d be forced into obedience”

“But you never feared it, did you?”

“Not enough to stop me”

“So you’ve been planning your falling for a while now?” King Harrison furrows his brows together.

“Can you just answer the initial question?” You watch as King Harrison’s expression shifts into shock. You instantly go to backtrack, muttering out an apology for your outburst but the King started to laugh. You can’t shrink away no matter how much you try.

“Yes sorry about that” He lets himself calm down before starting but even still he could hardly wipe the smile off his face. It returned any time that he looked at you. You wondered why it made your stomach bubble with nerves.

“Hell always existed” He started. ”It wasn’t born from fallen angels who had defied God or the patriarchs. At first, the King and his family were the only ones that existed. But as angels fell they established a life here. Some were deemed unfit to survive here and were uh killed- you don’t have to worry about that though, it would have happened by now if someone was going to kill you-” There was an odd comfort to that sentence. Good that you weren’t going to be murdered but the way he phrased it irked you, “but as Hell gained more demons, the King grew more powerful. As the King grew more powerful, Hell grew. Both in population and size. It became an endless plane”

“So in theory, you should be the most powerful King”

“In theory, yes”

“But you’re not?”

“Wha- how do you know that?” King Harrison stutters out, instantly going to defend himself and his bloodline.

“You responded with ‘in theory’ not something like ‘I am’”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m not, that just means that I answered the question weird” You couldn’t help but notice how his word choice had changed. Harrison would be lying if he said that he wasn’t panicking even a little. Even though he had no reason to be, it was in his nature. His father taught him to never let anyone see you weak. Harrison had already made some exceptions to that and he didn’t want another. His father would be ashamed.

“So are you?”

“Yes. I am for a matter of fact” You cocked your head and looked at him curiously and it’s like he could hear the really? in his head. Fuck what his father taught him. “Okay. Fine. I’m not. I should be but I’m just… not. And I don’t know why”

You thought this would come as a shock to you but for some reason, it doesn’t. You can’t pinpoint why you feel as though you knew this. Like it was always there

“I’m getting better though” King Harrison interrupts your thoughts. His voice is filled with child-like glee, like when a kid shows their mom or dad a picture they drew or something new that they learned how to do. For the first time it occurs to you, even though the King of Hell is technically a full-grown adult, he’s still just a kid. A kid who was put in this position of power way sooner than anyone in Hell was prepared for. And they’re all still trying to cope. The population, Tom, and King Harrison included.

“Ever since Iezebel…” He trails off “I’ve uh. I’ve been getting stronger” Your heart melts at the proud smile he bears at his statement. he’s proud of himself and for that, you’re proud of him too.

“Do you miss her?” You blurt out the question but don’t take it back. You have a feeling King Harrison won’t mind your curiosity.

“Can I be entirely honest?” You nod and king Harrison’s gaze falls to the floor, “Not really. Not as much as I thought I would. I don’t miss her as my wife. I miss her as someone that I spent so much time with. If that makes any sense at all” He looks back up at you, met with an expression that he can’t quite decipher. But he knows it’s not negative. He knows that the smile flickering across your lips calms him down and that if given the chance you could probably read him better than anyone else ever could.

“I um, I should get going but I could show you back to your room.” King Harrison offers his arm for you to take but you don’t. It makes him a little sad, leaving a small sting inside his chest but he didn’t let it show. He hopes it didn’t

“I appreciate the offer, your highness, I think I can find my way back. I don’t want to waste your time”

“It’s not a waste of time, please I insist” When he sees the hesitance in your expression he continues; “It’s not too far. The same direction I’d be walking anyways” That was a lie, but he wanted to get a couple more minutes with you, even if there was no conversation.

Silently, you take his still extending arm, wrapping your arm loosely around it so your hand rest on his bicep. You walk in a comfortable silence towards your room. If you had been on your own you would’ve gotten majorly lost.

King Harrison stops walking and you stop with him in front of a door, you release his arm and he steps to face you.

“Thank you, your-”

“Please don’t call me your highness, or your majesty. Just call me Harrison.” He cuts you off.

“Well,” You start again, who are you to deny that request? The formalities made you slightly uncomfortable anyways. “Thank you, Harrison. You’re very kind”

“Have dinner with me,” Harrison blurts. “Tomorrow night. It can be just us. Or not if you’d prefer. I could get Harry or anyone that you’re comfortable with to join us really. I don’t want-”

“I’d love to” You cut him off to stop his rambling and the smile that breaks across his features is one of relief. It makes a smile find it way to your own lips, this one of joy. God he’s beautiful when he smiles. “You’ll have to find me and let me know when though. I don’t really have a grasp on how to know what time it is here yet,” You laugh at yourself in embarassment, though it's only mild.

“Tomorrow night it is then” He nods to confirm and the two of you stand there momentarily, you admiring him and him, you.

“Thank you again, Harrison,” You pipe up, “For helping me get back to my room”

‘You’re welcome, Y/N” He smiles and you can’t help but smile back as you go to open the door. “Have a lovely night” He places a small kiss on your cheek, making you blush and the smile on your face and Harrison’s grow. You entered your room and shut the door behind you before you were able to see how Harrison’s cheeks heated up as well.

—-

Harrison was supposed to be asleep long ago. He meant to. Dom told him frequently that every good King needs a good nights sleep. Harrison’s father would’ve told him the same, but his mother wouldn’t have. His mother would’ve reminded him that sleep is important for reasons other than being King. She would have told him that if he was tired he’d be irritable and that any decision made in anger, even a small one, is never sound. He can remember her singing him to sleep as a child. A comforting hand running along his arm and shoulder, or fingers pressing into the skin around his wings to soothe the growing pains as soft melodies in varying languages filled his ears. Harrison replays the memories in his head in hopes of falling back asleep but to no such luck. He decided to head down to the kitchen, get something warm and calming to drink. Maybe it’ll help get everything off his mind.

As Harrison heads down the multiple floors towards the kitchen, he passes some of his staff who ask him if he’s okay or if they can help him. He brushes them all off with something along the lines of I’m alright and then thanking them. He was always sure to thank them.

Upon arriving in the kitchen Harrison found it entirely empty. He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to deal with more people than he had to. There were no lights in the room so he tried his hand at illuminating some of the candles on his own. Much to his delight, the first two on the small island countertop flickered alive. The kitchen staff had started putting candles on the counters since he was young when they’d find him in the kitchen alone or with Tom in the pitch black. They didn’t bother asking questions, just put the candles in a spot they could reach and a matchbox since they were only kids, Tom could light them as he got older but Harrison hadn’t been able to until recently.

Harrison sat on the countertop watching colour leak out of the tea bag and sugar crystals dissolve in the hot water in his mug. If only dad could see you now he thought, chuckling at what his father would think.

Why are you slouching? That’s no kingly posture. There are bigger issues to tend to. Your girl problems are not important right now. She’s an angel, she shouldn’t even be here.

Harrison scoffs as he brings his tea up to his lips and takes a small sip, ignoring the way it burns its way down his tongue and throat. His eyes lift to the figure in the doorway.

Certainly not dressed as if he had just rolled out of bed, Tom steps into the kitchen precariously. Keeping an eye on Harrison as if he was some sort of threat, he stands on the other side of the island. Tom puts his hands on the edge and leans forward, finally breaking his gaze away from Harrison.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Tom asks, looking back up at Harrison who looks like a child who got caught raiding the fridge, eyes widened slightly and mouth pouted. The expression breaks into something more neutral that Tom was used to from Harrison.

“Uh yeah. Too much going on.” Harrison nods as he speaks, “What about you?”

“Found out that Lucius hasn’t come back from Earth yet. I was going to tell you tomorrow morning but I suppose nows as good a time as ever” Tom shakes his head, mostly at himself. It’s his fault and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ridden with guilt. Harrison can tell. He could always tell when something bothered Tom.

Usually, with smaller issues, Tom can make a decision and let Harrison know about what he did. After all, that's pretty much the whole point of there being a right hand, a second in command of sorts. That’s what happened this time. There was an issue on Earth, angels meddling in human relations that weren’t their place. Tom decided to send Lucius to put a stop to it and told Harrison about it after Lucius had already left. Harrison told him that it was a dumb decision, that he shouldn’t have sent someone so young on their own. Tom should’ve sent someone older or sent Lucius with another demon. But the deed had already been done, it couldn’t be taken back from then. Now Tom knows that Harrison was right and it only makes his guilt worse. Harrison could read him. Instead of telling him I told you so he consoled.

“Even in the middle of the night, you don't stop working do you?" Harrison chortles, his attempting to lighten the mood falling flat when Tom doesn't look at him, instead just running a hand through his hair, messing it up and causing some curls to pop out of place. "We’d know if he was dead. Or at least I would” Harrison let his hands rest in his lap, still gripping the mug.

“I know. But what if they know that, Haz? What if that’s why he’s not dead yet? This wouldn’t be the first time that angels have done something horrible to our kind. I just” Tom sigh and shakes his head.

Wordlessly, Harrison places his mug next to him, hops off the countertop, reaches into the cupboard above him and grabs a mug similar to his own, filling it with water. He heats it in his hand while he rummages through the drawer for the tea that he knew was Tom's favourite before placing the tea bag into the mug and handing it off to Tom.

Tom accepts it with a smile and a quiet, “Thanks,” and adding sugar and milk. No matter how much the two of them fought and argued, they were still best friends. Still knew each other better than anyone else did. Harrison just wished Tom would stop challenging him on every decision. Tom wished that Harrison would stop making what he’d consider stupid decisions. Maybe he only saw them as stupid because they weren’t what he’d decide.

But he wasn’t King. Never would be.

“I’ll figure out where he is tomorrow,” Harrison says as he leans against the countertop, grabbing his mug from behind him. “I’ll go find him when I know where he is.”

“Haz, you can’t,” Tom says the words like they’re the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. Harrison looks at him with furrowed brows. “We need a King down here, besides it’s my fault. I should be the one to go get him”

“Tom it’s alright-”

“No, Harrison I’m not letting you go.” Tom shakes his head, “That’s final”

“Yessir” Harrison laughs, bringing his mug to his lips. Tom laughs too.

“Do you remember when we used to sneak down here as kids?” Tom says after a minute of silence.

“And used to take all the good snacks out of the fridge and cupboards?” Harrison replies.

“Yeah. Our fathers weren’t too happy about that were they?” Tom and Harrison both let out a chuckle.

“I don’t think anyone was too happy about that. Not much anyone but our dads could do though”

“Oh yeah you just pull out the prince card and everyone shut right up every time”

“Me? You could talk your way out of anything. I only pulled out the prince card on Lillian. She was the one person who wasn’t convinced” the kitchen is filled with laughter. In a way that it hadn’t been since the pair was young. They had climbed up the counters in an attempt to get the snacks that their mums had brought back from earth. But the staff had walked in for a final nightly check, only to catch the boys on the counter grasping for the bright green box which was just that little bit too far back.

“Oh, whatever. Same thing” Tom rolls his eyes as the laughter in the room dies down, both of the boys left with childish grins on their faces, now empty mugs in their grasp.

“You should get to sleep. Before you do anything stupid” Harrison says as he washes and rinses his mug, setting it out to dry. He turns back around to see Tom looking at him in offence. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right. you’re not even changed yet. You’ve got stuff to do tomorrow and you need to be on top of things. And any decision made-”

“Any decision made in anger is never sound.” Tom cuts Harrison off, “She told me it too. You have as well. You’re not the only one who misses her. G’night, Haz.” Tom turns around and leaves, leaving his mug on the countertop and the room silent and tense.

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Bed of Roses (Chapter 20)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE STORY. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else the post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: GUYS THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IM SORRY. im actually in another city at the moment and yeah, having free time has been a bit hard - i wrote this mostly on a plane and now im editing it on an uber on my way to class. BUT, theres only one more chapter to go!!! WTF!!!! its so close to the end???? i mean?????? but its been an amazing journey and mostly thanks to you all!! more thanks on the next chapter where im gonna be so cheesy thanking you all, just wait. anyway, nice fun sexy chapter to heal our hearts from the break up and stuff! hope you enjoy

Words: around 4k

Warnings: smut, alcohol, swearing probably. all in good fun tho. probably some errors cause its been a busy week

ACT 3 - DAWN

"It's the moment night time seems weaker and everything seems easier to figure out"

Chapter 20

Paris

You hold Roger's hand as you wait in line for the immigration officer to check your passports. The activity in itself is something the both of you did many, many times before - you travelled a lot with the band.

But this was different. You were not only alone with Roger, but there was nothing concerning you - his mood, your job, nothing. You feel at ease.

Roger's idea to go somewhere where none of you knew very well was brilliant. Since you're outside of your comfort zone anyways, you were both more easy going, not overthinking anything, just spontaneous. You knew the time where you would talk about your relationship and how you want to deal with everything would come, but you weren't stressing about it. You would think about it once the time came - there was no reason to be concerned now.

Cause now you could only feel Roger's touch, hear him humming something - you couldn't believe he was humming La Vie En Rose, the most cliche Paris song of all times, but of course he was. His shoulders are relaxed, and he brushes his thumb against the skin on your hand. His smell is all around you.

You could really immerse in the presence each other, now. Ever since you left London, where almost everything between you happened, you didn't really knew anything else - the fields on the window, the french being spoken by the people on the cabin next to yours. So you just laid your head on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair and told you about the little things you missed.

His eyesight has gotten worse, and now he can't really do anything without his contacts. He met David Bowie in an award show, and he thought of you - he knew how much you liked him. He still knew all of Fleetwood Mac's 1974 album songs by heart - he kept the album you left in the old flat.

And also stuff about the boys. John's kid was a cute, quiet boy, just like his dad, and he didn't enjoy any of Roger's songs when he went to rehearsals. Veronica was pregnant with another baby - Roger's pretty sure it's a girl. Brian was still thinking about finishing his PhD, but never got around doing it - his schedule is too crazy. Freddie was growing tired of the long hair and clean face, and kept thinking about changing his looks, but couldn't decide on what he would do. He told you that ever since Freddie and Mary broke up, he started seeing more guys - none of you thought much about it. It was just another aspect of Freddie's life.

Roger kept writing songs now, even when they were on tour or at home. He was getting annoyed at the "No Synths" rule in the band, and tried to convince them to drop it. But he was happy with the new album - he enjoyed how they simplified the process of writing it, and thought mostly about writing songs they can play live the same way they play it in studio. The last time they did it was in their first album.

You just kept looking up at him, his defined jaw glowing against the sun, his bright blue eyes looking down at you to watch your reaction, your grin once he told you he finally finished writing Sheer Heart Attack, a song he tried to get done and in an album ever since 1974.

And now the immigration officer called you, and you laughed as you watched Roger try to speak french to the guy before taking the matter into your own hands.

And when he asked you what was your relationship with him, you just smiled and said "mon copain".

You knew Roger chose the hotel as you packed in London, sitting between all the boxes so he could use your phone. You didn't pay attention to which hotel he picked, but once you got to the Champs-Élysées, you knew he spent too much money.

You got off the cab at the Four Seasons George V Hotel, a building that was basically a modern castle, and you stared at him, shocked. "Roger, you didn't do this", you told him, your eyes wide as you entered the spacious and luxurious lobby, your luggage already being taken to your room as the lady on front desk recognized Roger. "Did what?", he asked jokingly, raising his brow at you, even though he knew what you meant. "This hotel. It's too nice and probably a fortune", you told him, and he shrugged. "Hey, we deserve it. We always did. But now we can afford it", he winked, and then took the room keys from the front desk.

"C'mon, I want to see how you're going to react to the Penthouse Suite", he laughed, and you coughed. "Um, I'm sorry? The what now?", you asked, and he playfully pulled you into the elevator.

He kept looking at you the whole lift ride, excited and nervous - he wanted you to like it, to enjoy his efforts, to take him back into your life somehow.

When he opened the door and walked to the side, his old genuine smile was back on his lips, and you couldn't help but smile back, even before taking a glimpse into the room.

And what you saw surprised you - everything looked expensive, but still comfortable. You first entered a huge living room, and every couch looked comfortable enough to sleep in. Then you walked to the bedroom, and the huge bed caught your eye - it was big enough to fit comfortably at least five of you. The bathroom looked like a spa, a huge bathtub in the middle of it, a delicate statue of a woman under the window that overlooked the Champs-Élysées.

You walked to the balcony with Roger beside you, and he laughed when you gasped.

The Eiffel Tower looked back at you, glimmering at the sunset.

You looked at Roger.

"You're unbelievable, you know."

He smirked. "I'm just trying to get you in bed, though", he told you, and you laughed as you walked closer to him.

"You did that when you didn't have a penny, Rog. You don't have to get us a huge suite with artwork everywhere and a view of the Eiffel Tower", you said, bringing him closer to you by his collar as he snaked his arms around your waist.

"I never have to do anything. I do it because I want to. Because I love you", he whispered, his breath against your lips, teasing, feeling like the ghost of a touch.

"I love you, Roger", you told him, moving your hands to the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

You held his hand as the cool wind passed through your bodies. It was the next day, and you've decided to walk to the Louvre by the side of the Seine.

It would be faster if you got on a cab, but the view of the Seine, the sounds of the city and the smell of pastries and perfume made everything feel even more like a dream. You were still tired from last night, and the night before it - you and Roger were acting like a couple in honeymoon ever since you met again, stolen kisses and arms wrapped around each other, trying to make up for the lack of touch in the last couple years.

And once you were alone, you'd hug and touch and kiss and fuck passionately wherever - sloppy kisses and love bites all over each other, first in London and now here. It didn't feel like you were together again for only about 36 hours - so much has happened, yet time passed by so fast. It was like you lost touch with reality ever since you looked at his hands on the pub.

When you thought of being alone in New York, it felt like a past life. But the weird thing was how your first years with Roger also felt like another life - you wouldn't act the way you did again, ever. But you were grateful for both times of your life. You felt like you could never get here, to Paris and to Roger, if those things didn't happen.

You got to the Louvre and you were surprised at Roger's interest - he wasn't simply acting interested while trying to get you to leave somewhere else with him. He was genuinely interested in the art, commenting about each style and dropping trivia about artists.

"Someone has been spending some time with Freddie, I suppose", you noted, and he gave you a half smile. "Well, the person responsible for bringing culture into my days spend some time away. I had to look for substitutes", he said, and you jokingly nudged at him.

He still looked at you adoringly once you started talking to him about the excellent state of conservation the mummy was in, or once you started analysing "L’Européenne".

You both kept quiet as you watched the Mona Lisa, only holding hands as you tried to get closer to the painting, dozens of visitors separating you from it. It was a time for reflection, too. The Mona Lisa invited you to think about yourselves, her neutral expression making you wonder - seeing it was one of your life long goals, and now you're realizing it with Roger. Being with Roger was something else you struggled to achieve, ever since the first time you saw him. But now it was the time to realize dreams - hell, you'll start working at the British Museum in a few days.

But you got distracted as soon as you got to the Venus de Milo. Roger snaked his arms around your waist from behind you and pressed a slow kiss under your lobe before whispering "You look just like her".

You felt a goosebump on your neck, but you tried to laugh it off. "I can think of a few things we don't have in common, though", you said, and he rubbed his nose on the curve of your neck. "Like what?", he whispered.

"I'm gonna start the list with the basics: arms", you told him, and he laughed against your skin. "I can think of a few other things, too", he tells you, back at kissing your neck. "Yeah? Like what?", you asked, and he sucks on your skin for a few moments, hitching your breath. "Your skin is softer", he says, and then lightly bites you, running his tongue over it to sooth it. "And you taste amazing. Everywhere", he whispers again, and you bite your lips as you feel another goosebump on your neck, and it didn't go unnoticed by Roger. "And the way you react to me”, he whispered, wetting his lips. "God, it kills me", he said, running his fingers over the area where the goosebump was.

It was a public place, but it didn't cross your mind when you turned around and pulled him in for a kiss, making it deeper as your tongue massaged Roger’s. His fingers brushed over your exposed skin, and you could feel how strong his grip on your waist was, wrinkling the fabric of your summer dress - probably inappropriate. You pulled him even closer to you by his hair, already used to its new length after two nights. It was only when you broke apart to recover your breath that you noticed how you were making out in a public place, and only because Roger told you.

"I know we're in public and I'm trying to be more discrete now, but all this artwork just made you look even more beautiful, like you belong around them. I just couldn't hold myself any longer", he said.

The warm water ran through your fingers as you filled the bathtub, only in your robe, as Roger spoke with the concierge on the bedroom. He told you he was getting champagne, but you didn't see why the concierge would go to the bedroom for it. Anyways, you wanted a warm bath.

After the Venus, you and Roger had a hard time keeping your hands away from each other. So you didn’t argue when he suggested you take a cab to the hotel.

The cabbie was an older man with a very rosy skin, and he barely knew how to speak english, but he sure tried - specially with Roger. You were suspecting he knew who Roger is, and Roger apparently thought the same, an amused look on his face as the driver tried to continue the conversation with him.

He was looking amused for another reason, too. His hands took his time on your legs, his long fingers brushing over your inner thighs, making you press them together as you tried to control your breathing. Roger kept talking to the driver as he slowly moved his fingers closer to you again, and you bit your lips to hold a moan when he pressed two fingers against your core.

You were already wet from all the teasing, and it goes through the lace of your lingerie, wetting Roger’s digits. He took his fingers away from you, and you frown as he rubs his two fingers against his thumb, smirking at you.

Then the driver asks him something and he turns to answer, putting his hand on your knees and then quickly sliding them up, moving them to your core again, massaging your clit for a few seconds. He looks at you so he can see your reaction, and you can hear the driver’s voice as you grip on Roger’s arm so he keeps touching you, pressing your lips together to keep quiet.

He keeps smirking as the conversation with the driver goes on, and you decide you can tease him, too. You move your hand from his arm to his leg, and he moves his gaze back into yours as you move your hand slowly to his inner thigh. His eyes get wider once you run your finger over his length, his cock already getting hard and visible through his always tight pants. The driver called his name so he answers another question, and you wrap your hand around him through the fabric of his trousers.

His breathing audibly hitches and he tries to be discrete by making it into a cough. He answers the driver and then looks at you, but you’re looking forward, innocently. He smirks again and then pulls your lingerie to the side, and, without more teasing, puts his two fingers inside of you. You gasp, and the driver looks at you suspiciously as Roger starts pumping his fingers inside of you.

But then the car stops in front of the hotel.

You take your hand away from Roger and he does the same, feeling like two children who got caught with your hands inside the cookie jar. Roger pulls out his wallet from his pocket so he can pay the cabbie, his fingers still glistening as he holds the leather wallet.

You then walk to your room without saying anything until you close the door. “So, that guy was pretty close to figuring out our little teasing game, huh”, he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “I was pretty close, too”, you said, winking, and he smirked. “I guess you want to go back to where we were before getting interrupted?” he raised his brow.

But you wanted to tease him a bit more. So you nodded a no. “Actually, Rog, I think I want to take a warm bath”, you came closer to him, wrapping your fingers on the back of his neck. “That’s a really good idea, in fact”, he said, and started undoing his belt. But you held his hand in place. “But you won’t join me”, you said, and he pouted in protest. “Not until you get me some champagne. I thought you were gonna be romantic before luring me into bed, Taylor”, you said, and he laughed. You let go of him and turn around.

“Can you unzip me, please?”, you ask, and you can hear him scoff, annoyed at your teasing, but then you feel him slowly unzipping your summer dress, then moving his hands to your shoulders as he slides your dress down.

You're not wearing a bra, so you can feel the cold wind from the AC on your hard nipples, getting even harder as you felt his lips on your neck once again, his hands pulling your dress down at your hips before it falls to the ground.

Then you move away from Roger’s grasp as you walk to the bathroom, without looking back at him, and you can feel his eyes on you as he watches your hips sway as you walk, only in your burgundy lace panties, your hair cascading on your back.

And now you’re inside the bathtub already, feeling the smell of roses and cinnamon from the bath salts you used, waiting for Roger. You hear the door close, and the concierge is gone.

“Rog? I’m waiting for you”, you say out loud, waiting for his answers. “Actually, I think I’m not in the mood for a bath. But your champagne is here”, he says, and you can hear a fake tiredness in his voice.

“Are you sure you’re gonna leave me here, alone, in this bathtub? I’m gonna have to do something to let the time pass, you know. And you’re gonna hear me do it without doing anything about it?”, you asked with an affected voice. You haven’t teased him in so long, you forgot how fun it was, especially cause he always teased you back.

“As tempting as your bathroom plans sound, I’m also alone here, you know. And your champagne is here. Can’t believe you’re gonna waste it after I got it just for you”, he said, and you laughed. You got up from the bathtub and barely dried yourself on a towel before putting your robe back on and walking to the bedroom.

Roger was sitting against the bed’s headrest, completely naked and rock hard. You moved your hand to your lips and you let out a sigh at the vision. He looked like a greek god - Apollo, maybe, with his golden locks shining against the afternoon sun, his skin glowing under the golden hour lights coming through the window. The bed was filled with red rose petals under him, the smell filling your lungs.

He opened his eyes when he heard your sigh, and he smirked at you. “Get the champagne and come here already”, he said, pointing his head at the table where a Dom Pérignon bottle sat on an ice bucket, and you did so. You climbed on top of the bed and started moving towards him. “Are you suggesting we play with food, Mr Taylor?”, you asked, and he nodded. “Give it to me and I’ll show you”, he told you, and you gave it to him as you sat on his thighs.

He popped the bottle open and some of the liquid poured over the edges. He licked it, looking at you, before undoing your robe with his free hand. He pulled it to the sides, looking at you with admiration as if he was unwrapping a Christmas gift.

You took the robe off and threw it to the side, and his free hand moved to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. It was a slow, delicate kiss, where Roger tried showing you love, admiration, respect. Not only how much he wants you, but how much he cares about you.

But you pulled him closer to you, moving closer to him, and your bare breasts touched his naked torso, making the two of you moan.

That gave a new sense of urgency to the kiss, and after a few seconds, Roger broke it apart. “Tell me if you want me to stop”, he told you, and you nodded. He poured a bit of champagne above your collarbone, the cold liquid making you shiver, and then Roger’s tongue licked it, warm and wet.

He looked up at you to make sure you liked it, and you gave him a quick nod. He smirked, then poured champagne on your other collar bone, and licked it off again.

As you seemed to like it, he poured champagne between your breasts, licking it off right after and waiting a few seconds to see if you’d protest. He then finally poured a bit of champagne on one of your breasts, right above the nipple, licking you and the drink.

He kept doing it for a while, sucking on your skin that tasted like champagne and cinnamon, the smell of roses intoxicating him.

You broke away from his touch, and he looked at you, confused. “Can I try it?”, you asked, and he nodded, passing you the champagne bottle.

You started above his collarbone, and you could feel him moving under you. You wondered how much he would be able to wait before fucking you, considering he was already hard before you licked champagne off of him.

Once you poured champagne over his chest, you didn’t lick fast enough, and a drop of champagne rolled down on his torso. You leaned in to lick it right before it fell to his pelvis, mere inches away from his cock.

The feeling of your tongue close to his length did it for him - he had to have you, right now. He gripped your hips and motioned them up, and you understood what he wanted, so you got on your knees and stood right above him as he positioned himself on your entrance.

You slowly moved down, feeling him filling you, and you let your head move back as you moan in pleasure, your moan intensifying as you heard Roger’s voice whispering your name.

You started riding him slowly, small moans leaving your lips every time you felt him bottoming out inside of you, but you wanted him to go deeper.

So you got off of him, and he grunted, frowning at you as he saw you on your knees in bed. But once you leaned forward, putting your weight on your elbows, he smirked. “I want to feel you deeper”, you told him.

He moved to your back, spreading your legs a little more so he had better access to you, and you both cursed under your breath as he got inside you again slowly, so you could get used to his size on this new position, his grip on your ass getting stronger once he was completely inside you again.

You moaned his name, and he moved his hands to your waist so he could move inside of you with more control.

He developed a rhythm after a few moments, and all you could hear was the sound of your skin on his and the moaning (and cursing) coming from his lips and yours, too. You could feel yourself closer to your orgasm.

It wasn’t long before you reached your high, crying his name as you pulled the duvet into your fists.

Roger kept thrusting through your high, but once he noticed you were done, he pulled out. "Can you turn?", he asked, and without much thought, you turned over and layed down, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He gave you a tired smile and then got inside you again, thrusting. "I like to look at you", he told you, closing his eyes, focusing on his movements. He was like that for a few seconds, and you could see the beads of sweat forming on his face, his blonde locks glueing themselves to his forehead.

As his movements got more intense, you could see he was close. "Y/N? Can I pull out?", he asked, and you nodded a yes. He liked to do that sometimes, when you could get messy, but it has been so long you nearly forgot.

So he pulled out and his cum fell on your torso, covering your breasts and stomach. He fell to your side and stayed there for a few moments, before opening his eyes and looking at your torso. "Sorry for the mess", he said, getting up and going to the bathroom. You smiled when you heard the sink open, and your smile got wider as Roger appeared with a warm cloth on your hands.

"I guess this helps", he shrugged, wiping his cum from your torso carefully. Once he cleaned most of it, he giggled. "Maybe a bath is not a bad idea, after all. Will you join me?", he asked, offering you a hand.

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Chapter 21

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cnc-hoebayb · 5 years

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We could start off every day with sex n super smash bros

*Smut warning!!

Erick sinnn omg guys im so nervous

Also this isn’t gonna be superrrr explicit like my others just bc this is new territory and a lil different still...

But here it goes, lmk your feedback pls 🙃

“Ew don’t touch meee” Erick whines as you roll over, playfully nudging him with your toes. His eyes are scrunched shut tightly, trying desperately to ignore you. “Pero es la mañanaaaaa,” you fight with him as he pulls the sheets over him and drowns you out with a pillow over his ears.

You can’t seem to find a hole in his little barrier, so you give up with a huff, slumping back onto your pillow. It was your one day off. A day for you to sleep in and relax, but of course you would end up fully energized at 7 am. Erick was no help either, that kid would be asleep for another 3 hours max and there was no way to stop him.

The phone on your bedside table buzzed and maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to just browse social media for a couple hours. Or so you thought...

You click the little Instagram icon and it immediately shuts down. Click again, same thing. You go back and forth between apps, disappointed as each one loads with an error- no connection. “Dammit,” you whisper and notice the icon on the top left of your screen disappeared, WiFi shut down.

The laziness in you kicks up and overpowers the effort to fix it. You look over to Erick, still buried in blankets and sleeping soundly. So trying not to wake him, you remove yourself from the bed slowly, inching your way out as quietly as possible. Feet hit the cold tile beneath you and you bolt over to your closet. Moving a few old jackets and shoes, you find a big box and slide it out next to your tv.

You remove the contents quietly again, making sure to check on Erick every time a sudden noise was made. Tangled chords get plugged into multiple ports and outlets, your desperate attempt to find some entertainment for time being. Once it was all set up, you place the console on the tv stand excitedly, digging through the box one more time for exactly what you were looking for. You insert the game and hop back in bed carefully, controller in hand.

Once you got situated in a comfy spot on the bed, a good distance away from Erick to give him room, you clicked the switch for the tv. The room immediately filled with the blaring music from the theme opening. You scramble for the remote rapidly and smash the button until it was silent. It didn’t work, however, since Erick was already up and facing towards you.

His hair was messy, sleep still in his heavy eyes and with a little baby frown. “Que estas jugando??” He questioned and looked at the screen so obviously plastered with the logo. You shrivel up a little in place, trying to look unknowing but also cute enough to get away with it. “Super smash bros......”

You fail to hold back a playful smile and cover your face with the controller. “Without meee!?” He argues and pushes you away from him. You point at him with the controller in hand, “Erick- estabas durmiendo, déjame en paz im bored.” His pout becomes a little softer, but he sits still with his arms crossed.

Some time passes of him being silent, you watch and wonder what’s running through those sleepy thoughts of his. He lets out a defeated sigh, rubbing his eyes before holding his hand out to you. “A controller,” he starts and yawns in between, “dame.” You hand him the one you were holding and grab the other off the nightstand. He adjust his eyes to the screen and gives you a nod to start it. “Ready to lose?” He jokes, and you lean in.

“Can i have a good luck kiss at least...?” You rest your head on his shoulder and bat your lashes up at him. He perks up quickly, catching himself just as fast, trying to play it cool. “Yea ye, i guess i could share some of my super smash bros skills with you this way.” He turns his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. You take it in while it lasts and run your tongue across your lips right after. Erick goes on and turns his attention back to the tv, ready to play.

But you look up at him and that messy hair, that light cover of stubble layering his chin, his perfect pink lips- and maybe there’s another game you wanna play now.

“Erick,” you say and he responds with a quick “que”, choosing through a long list of characters and not looking back at you. You roll your eyes and say it again, but this time while tugging at his shirt “Eriiickk.” He sets the controller down and turns toward you “queeee??”

You hold him by his jaw and slam your mouth to his, his eyes going wide with surprise. He pulls back a little, not quite sure what to do. You take the controller from him and toss it off the bed, yours following shortly after. His confused look changes up as you assure him of what you want, locking your arms around his neck, laying back and pulling him down on top of you.

“Whoa whoa,” he lets out as he falls over you and begin kissing and nipping at his ear. The tv played on in the back, background game music that sounded ridiculous in this situation. You smile against his skin and he giggles. “Ahora que” he laughs, now starting to kiss all over your neck and face. “La música, it’s funny,” you reply and he stops to listen.

“Guess we just gotta drown it out,” he says and sucks a mark onto your collarbone. Now there’s the gross teenager in him. You fall into his embrace, letting him droop over you lazily as kisses become more sloppy. The heat in your body increases as he takes the initiative to grab your thigh and lift it for him to settle in between.

“Por que eres tan bella en la mañana?..” he mumbles against your ear and it makes your heart flutter a little. His lips slide against your skin in all the right places, knowing exactly where to hit you for these types of moments.

A good amount of time goes by before you’re both ready for the next level. With as great of a kisser he was, you could get caught up in those lips all day. There would be no problem with that on either side too, because Erick definetly felt the same way. But what was happening now was sudden and pure need- a desire that wanted to be addressed immediately. And honestly, mornings like this was one of the times where he was at his hottest to you. So this would be fun.

The now so obvious bulge in his sweatpants grinded between your legs, making you gasp with all the thoughts that started to build in your head. Knowing he never liked to initiate, you part from his lips and squeeze his biceps with intention. “Erick,” you stop mid sentence and he bites his swollen lips while looking right into your eyes. “Grab a condom, I’m ready.” And with the speed of light, he rolls off of you to dig through the bedside drawer, pouncing back over you as he shows off the tiny little package.

You giggle at the goofy excited face he makes and he tears the corner of the wrapping with his teeth. He leans down to kiss you deeply one more time, letting you help pull his remaining clothing off before doing the same with yourself.

His nose rests against yours, pretty little lips hanging open as he slides the condom on, your own hands making their way down to assist. He exhales sharply and interlocks his fingers in yours. “Lista, bebe?” Its quiet and intimate, opposing slightly his normal character. I mean, he was always sweet, but it surprised you to see another side to his sweetness, however many times you’ve seen it before.

“Lista,” your hands massage the back of his neck, right where his hairline starts to fade. He’s slow, gentle, almost to the point where it’s too hard to wait for more. But he was careful with you, and that was always the most important thing.

He bottoms out fast, collapsing over you with a deep breath. “Don’t start losing on me now,” you joke and it helps relieve the tension of the moment, his confidence boosting up again. You guide him with a pace, something you can both handle and work out together, rolling your hips up into his.

His soft groans were actually more like whimpers, never afraid to overcompensate and be too dramatically vocal, he was as natural and amateur as any other boy your guys’ age. You clench onto his arms, arching up at his constant thrusts. The veins in his neck flex slightly and he’s never looked so focused in his life.

Your loud whines match the volume of the still playing video game and the squeaks of the bed frame. Sheets bundled at your feet as he pushes your bodies higher up on the bed, getting that perfect leverage to finish you out. “WhoA-“ you accidentally mutter, the sensation simply emitting your first thought out suddenly, and in a totallyyy not sexy manner.

He smiles wide and it’s almost like he wasn’t literally inside of you right now, because before you know it you’re both giggling at your little slip. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep it together and not break out into a full on laughing fit- Erick above you doing the same. “I couldn’t stop, it just came out,” you justify and cover your face with your hands, all previous movement now at a hold.

“You’re a nerd,” he teases and starts to poke at your hands while pinching and tickling around your face, trying to get you to reveal yourself again. You squeal when he blows a raspberry on your neck, making you wiggle and finally push him away. The both of your laughter fills the air and the mood is so much lighter than before.

You push his hair back and snap back to what was happening before your guys’ fit of laughter. His cheeks are flushed with color and you bring him into a kiss. “I ruined the mood didn’t i?” You smile nervously and he continues to pepper your face with kisses. “No, you made it better” his tongue sweeps along the roof of your mouth with skill and you moan in response.

The rest is frantic- hands pushing and pulling at open skin, hips pounding against one another, muffled noises as teeth bite into soft flesh in pleasure. He mutters a string of broken English, bucking into you roughly. His body spasms and you chase your release shortly after, burying your face into his warm neck.

Your fingers clench into his skin as you come undone, feeling lost in his touch and body. You both start to slow down until he finally rolls from on top of you, plopping onto his pillow. He lays there and it looks like he’s trying to reload back into normal Erick mode.

“You’re weird,” you cuddle up to him to lay your head on his sweaty chest. And like all he needed was the sound of your voice, he turns his head to you and shows off those perfect teeth. “Youre weirder,” he wraps you in his arms and starts to play with your now very tangled hair, “siempre me quieres así en la mañana.”

“You’re not complaining” you snap back and he agrees silently with a single look, fingers still locked in your silky strands. You squeeze him tightly to remind yourself how amazing he is and how lucky you are to have him to yourself. He groans as you squeeze tighter, almost pushing you away. “Oowww,” he squeezes you back to play along.

You release him and kiss his cheek one more time. “Okay can we go back to playing the game now?” Youre already reaching for your controller on the floor, pressing buttons to get it started. “Desnuda???” He almost screams, already halfway through putting his own underwear back on.

“Yea, it’ll distract you more,” you wink at him and press play. “My chance of winning is waaayy better now,”

#im sorry erick #mi bebito lindito #it had to be done i had to do it for me #cnco #cnco imagine #cnco smut #erick x reader #erick brian colon

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bloojayoolie · 5 years

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Anaconda, Apple, and Bones: Channeling the Easter Bunny with her adorable ear set, she's a super sweet, chunky, lowrider dreaming of a family of her own! DARLING DESTINE יי Id 55076 2 Yrs.. Spayed and Wating for Cuddles & Hugs, Manhattan ACC TO BE KILLED - 2/26/2019 She’s so full of life. DESTINE is an adorable chunky lowrider with the biggest, brightest smile at the Manhattan Center. She simply adores people, and with those ears!!! It’s like she is channeling the Easter Bunny. We adore her rotund little body, her happy go lucky spirit and her never ending charm. Affectionate, cuddly, and oh so sweet, this wonderful youngster is waiting to light up someone’s life for the rest of hers. Don’t wait, hurry and foster or adopt her now. She’s spayed and ready to go! PM our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance. A volunteer writes: "Is that my new family I see?" No, wait Destine; I usually do this differently. Like this: Destine is seal brown, apple-headed, full figured gal in search of a food plan, and a new life. We met at Manhattan's ACC on a bright winter afternoon. I am a complete sucker for apple headed dogs, so not too much batting her eyes at me was needed to sell me on taking her out. "Are you sure?" Yes, Destine. Let me tell everyone how we passed our time. "Okay..." We went out into the pen, and Destine made a preliminary search of the perimeter but is quite happy to sit right there, velcroed to your legs (um, too hefty for the bench), and happily, on a chilly day, be a foot warmer, using my size nines as a couch. Watching the birds, volunteers and staff was just fine for her. Destine appreciated the "go slow" hang out, to sit, and think, and be. "Because, I think I see someone!" That's the idea, love. DESTINE, ID# 55076, 2 yrs old, XX lbs Spayed Female Manhattan ACC, Medium Mixed Breed Cross, Black / White I came into the shelter as a owner surrender on 17-Feb-2019, with the surrender reason stated as person circumstance- landlord won't allow. Behavior History: Upon intake, Destine had a very tense body and would hide behind her owner. When I approached her with treats, she began to low growl and raise her lips at me. She was whale eyed whenever i got near and would not leave the owners side. Owner handled Destine into a kennel. No handling was done. Date of Intake: 2/17/2019 Spay/Neuter Status: Spayed Basic Information:: Destine is a 2 year old female spayed black and white medium mixed breed dog. Previous owner got Destine from a relative and has had her for 2 years. SHe surrendered destine to ACC because of landlord concerns. Previously lived with:: 1 adult How is this dog around strangers?: Around strangers, Destine will bark if a stranger comes near and may growl. Previous owner stated that she has not bitten anyone. How is this dog around children?: Destine has been around children of the ages of 2 to 16 years old. She is respectful and friendly. How is this dog around other dogs?: Destine has been around other dogs. She is playful and respectful How is this dog around cats?: Destine has not been around cats before. Her behaviour is unknown Resource guarding:: Destine does not resource guard food bowls toys or treats. She will bark if someone unfamiliar approaches the home. Bite history:: Destine has never bitten another animal or person before. Housetrained:: Partially Energy level/descriptors:: Very high, Friendly, affectionate, playful, excitable, anxious, independent and confident. Other Notes:: Destine has received a bath before and she enjoys it. She is okay with having her paws touched but will run away if her nails are being cut because of the sound the nail clipper makes. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No Medical Notes: Destine has not seen a vet recently and has no medical concerns or issues that were reported at intake. For a New Family to Know: Destine is a Very high energy, Friendly, affectionate, playful, excitable, anxious, independent and confident. PRevious owner's favorite thing about Destine is that she reminds her of herself in the way that she is confident. Destine enjoys playing with rubber toys, bones and tug ropes. She will destroy toys made of stuffing. She also loves blankets and will sleep in the room with her previous owners. Destine does not pull on the leash. She has not been crate trained. She enjoys eating pedigree dry food and wet food. Destine has been left off of a leash and will wander but come if called. She enjoys music and loves to watch TV with her owner. She does not like scary movies and enjoys animated shows. Destine likes to chase after cars or anything with wheels. She is also a very active dog and loves to exercise Behavior Assessment Date of intake:: 2/17/2019 Spay/Neuter status:: Yes Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 2 years) Previously lived with:: An adult Behavior toward strangers:: Barks and growls Behavior toward children:: Respectful and friendly Behavior toward dogs:: Playful and respectful Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: None reported Housetrained:: Partially Energy level/descriptors:: Destine is described as Friendly, affectionate, playful, excitable, anxious, independent, and confident with a very high level of activity. Other Notes:: Destine is reported to chew on walls. Date of assessment:: 2/20/2019 Summary:: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: None Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Highly social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Stays by assessor, appears fearful of surroundings Handling Soft handling: Seeks contact Exuberant handling: Seeks contact Comments: Climbs into assessor's lap Arousal Jog: Follows (loose) Arousal comments: None Knock: No response Knock Comments: None Toy: No response Toy comments: None Summary:: Destine's former owner has reported her to behave playfully as well as respectfully around other dogs. Slow introductions are recommended between Destine and respectful, gently playful dogs. 2/21: When introduced off leash to the male greeter dog, Destine is fearful and keeps away from approach. 2/22: Destine is soft and somewhat playful with other calm female dogs. 2/24: Destine greets politely, offers correction for mounting. Date of intake:: 2/17/2019 Summary:: Tense, growled and raised lip when approached Date of initial:: 2/18/2019 Summary:: Growled ENERGY LEVEL:: Destine is described as having a very high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct her energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments:: Due to Destine's history of barking and growling at strangers, we recommend an adult only home. Potential challenges: : House soiling,Destructive behavior,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Destine is reported to have accidents in the house. Please see handout on House Training. Destine is reported to have chewed on walls in her previous home. Please see handout on Destructive Behavior. Destine was reported to have barked and growled at strangers in her previous home. She also displayed this behavior upon intake. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. My medical notes are... Weight: 60.2 lbs Vet Notes L V T Notes Medical Assistant 19/02/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age:1-2 years Microchip noted on Intake?no Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : Brought in by police after owner complained of aggressive behavior in household; owner claims aggressive episodes in household and be shy and unpredictable with strangers Subjective: Nervous in cage Observed Behavior - growled when approaching the front of the cage; after door opened, dog moved to the back of the cage and trembled; dog had to be lassoed with the lead and removed with some physical coaxing; in the hallway tall man present and the dog would not move till man moved; during exam, muzzled and attention maintained with cheese treats. calm during the exam-- head scratched and easily lifted on back legs to check abd; she allowed for nail trim without growling or movement Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - Objective BCS- 8/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: FS based on scar on the mid abd MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat; long nails CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment overwght Prognosis: good Plan: wght reduction diet nail trim 21/02/2019 SO hematuria noted in kennel; frank blood present. A hematuria P on 2/22 sedate for 3 view abdominal rads and UA 22/02/2019 SO patient has had hematuria and frank blood in kennel for last 2 days. BAR in kennel; eating well. EN -- eyes and nose are clear. no discharge UG -- recessed vulva; dried blood along the ventral vagina and caudoventral abdomen A obesity hip dysplasia w/secondary osteoarthritis hematuria r/o radiolucent renal calculi, UTI, cystitis Plan sedate with 1ml butorphanol, 0.7ml dexdomitor IV 3 view abdominal rads UA, sent to IDEXX, hold sample for culture full antisedan reversal IM enrofloxacin 100mg/ml -- gave 2.8ml IM enrofloxacin 136mg tablet -- give 2 tablets PO q24h x 2 days, start 2/23 **Recommend weight loss of ~10-15 lbs. P should remain at ideal body condition to attempt to slow the progression of her joint disease and lessen the weight on her diseased hips. Ideal weight is approximately 45-50lbs** Radiographic Review There is good serosal detail within the abdomen. The spleen appears enlarged and extends more than halfway caudal through the abdomen, possibly secondary to sedation or positioning. there are no radioopaque abnormalities within the urinary bladder seen. On the VD view, there is no marker present. There is poor femoral head coverage bilaterally, estimated less than 20% on both sides. There is osteoprolific remodeling of the femoral head and acetabulum. dx- hip dysplasia with osteoarthritis 24/02/2019 UA results - cystocentesis Dark yellow, turbid. USG 1.030. pH 8.5, protein 2+, blood 3+, WBC 15-20/hpf, RBCs >100/hpf Rare rods > 9/hpf seen. ASSESSMENT: UTI PLAN: 1. Add-on urine culture requested 2. Enrofloxacin 544 mg PO SID x3 days *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://ift.tt/2ynocEZ Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

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kat-sucky · 6 years

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Hello lovely~ Im cravin some angst so may i get a scenario w/ bakugous (ofc) S/O goes blind due to a villain ambush and they think its all there fault on why they went blind? They/them pronouns btw ~

Sure thing! Gooooosh I did a whole seven pages on this. The weather outside helped make this. I hope you like it! I made it to where the reader is a freshman B-Class student and Bakugou is in his second year serving as a mentor. I hope that’s alright.

The wind whipped your hair mercilessly as you awaited the go-ahead from your superiors. You were crouched down on the rooftop of a building adjacent from the headquarters of a medium-time drug lord, nicknamed Whoonga-Lord. Originally from South Africa to treat HIV and highly addictive as well as deadly, the drug whoonga had been introduced to Japan’s streets only a month ago. The drug was causing deaths en masse, and the Department of Illegal Substances had called in the heroes to take down Whoonga-Lord and his lackeys. The file handed to you to read was moderately long and detailed, mostly blueprints of the building and profiles on known accomplices of the drug lord residing in the structure not far from where you lingered. The mission had been graded amber, which meant moderately dangerous. You would have to exercise caution when confronting the lawbreakers.

Beside you was the explosive bomb boy Bakugou, also donned in his hero costume, a devious grin stretched across his masked visage. His teeth glinted in the dim lighting, and you vaguely wished you could have his confidence in this instance. It was your first real mission out, but Bakugou was already experienced with these drills.

You enviously eyed his obvious strength, wishing that you too were in 2-A, but you were only a year under him. As such, you had a habit of hanging around him in school during mixed lunches. At first you had started more of an annoyance, being an underclassman and all, but gradually he warmed up to your presence. He even allowed you to sit next to him for the thirty minutes lunch lasted, and that meant something to you, especially because you had a minor crush on the upperclassman. Yeah, minor.

So it was no wonder you were excited and terrified that he chose you to accompany him and a few pros on this mission.

“You nervous?” He asked in a taunting tone, giving you a look. The kind of look that said ‘wow, you’re a wuss.’

You frowned at him, shaking your head. “No. I’m just thinking.”

“Right. I bet you’re quaking in those shoes of yours.” He gibed, elbowing you in the side. “After all, you are pretty new to this. I wouldn’t be surprised if you fucked up and I had to save you.”

You could practically smell the smirk resting on his face, but you refused to acknowledge his comment by looking at him. Instead, your bright (color) eyes came to rest again on the faded brick of the drug headquarters.

Your quirk was the only reason you weren’t freaking out right now. Sure, you were adept at fighting and rather agile and flexible, but your true strength came with your wits and quirk. Your quirk wasn’t combative, but still completely useful and unique, though it lacked flashiness often portrayed by popular pros such as Endeavor or Mt. Lady.

Your quirk was Medusa’s Glare. No, you didn’t have snake hair, but you did have bright reptilian eyes in the almost neon shade of (color). Your pupils were catlike and slit, and your eyes had a membrane over them that could reflect light similar to a crocodile’s, and you could see exceptionally well in blackness. That wasn’t your quirk’s function though, just something you liked to brag about. Your quirk’s function was that when activated and making eye contact with someone else, you could paralyze them for up to a whole minute. It removed said someone’s senses along with being unable to move, but when you used it too much in a day you could get migraines.

Perhaps that’s why you were chosen for this mission, there would be many villains in need of good restraint and a jail cell. Having them paralyzed would quicken the process of delivering justice.

You weren’t supposed to be on the offense though. You were supposed to support and learn.

A buzz came through the ear pieces you were both wearing, it was the Department. “All clear. Move in. Be careful, young heroes.”

You inhaled slowly. This was it. Could it even be your debut? Your skin prickled softly as you were suddenly aware of how chilly it was outside, and how humid the impending rain had made it.

“Ready, pipsqueak?” Bakugou called to you, his crimson eyes searching to make contact with yours.

You nodded. It would be okay, you told yourself, you’re with Bakugou, he’s strong. He’s your friend. You can defend each other. It’ll be okay.

He raised a brow at your lack of vocalization and glanced away briefly. A few moments passed with him deliberating, and he spoke again, a little louder. He was trying to make himself sound bigger for your benefit. “Don’t worry. You’re with me, I’m not gonna let them get to you. What kind of hero lets villains prey on the weak, anyway?” He smirked. “Plus, I never lose.”

If anyone could be comforting and slightly infuriating at the same time, it was Bakugou. You weren’t surprised that he snuck in that insult. He was incapable of saying anything remotely nice or comforting on it’s own, it always had to be slightly if not completely degrading. But you knew him enough to know he didn’t mean it to make you feel worse. He just had a complicated language.

“Yeah,” You responded, “It’d be pretty bad if I let them pick on you, right?”

You turned his insult on him. You returned his slightly irritated look with a smirk that replicated his own from mere moments before.

He blew it off, rolling his eyes and shrugging his broad shoulders. “Whatever. Let’s head in. Don’t forget you’re mostly here to observe and support.”

He didn’t give you time to respond, and he hopped off the ledge and landed with a thud. Dust sprayed up around his feet, and you died a little inside. In a good way. You tried to imitate his landing, but you weren’t able to recreate the powerful cloud at your feet. In fact, your landing was much lighter than his, graceful. He gave you a knowing look, one that spoke volumes about how much he knew you wanted to be like him.

It was embarrassing how well he could read you sometimes.

But was it so wrong to want to be like your role model?

Gosh, what a piss poor taste in role models you had.

The both of you silently infiltrated the base, footsteps light on the linoleum tiles. The main lights were all off, and your bright eyes reflected the dim rays coming from the windows, bless the existence of street lamps. You drew your goggles own over your face to hide the rebounding light, not wanting to give away your location to any possible guards. The air inside of the building was stale and smelled like a dusty schoolroom mixed with cigarette ash. It was disgusting, and Bakugou’s expression mirrored your own disdain for the scent.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. What would you encounter? So far, there hadn’t been any confrontation. It was… easy. Too easy?

You gave Bakugou another glance. He looked in his element, completely calm. His crimson eyes were slowly analyzing the rooms and hallway, taking it all in and cataloging it. He didn’t seem especially pleased that all the villains were away or sleeping. Perhaps hiding.

Then, suddenly, Bakugou grabbed your arm and pulled you back and out of the center of the hall. He gazed at the opposite end of the passage way, his intense glare angled at the intersection where two other hallways met the one the both of you were travelling. His arm snaked around to your midsection, and he moved you closer to the safety of the wall. You were torn between being a little flustered and being annoyed that he was moving you like a ragdoll. You could fight too! But… what was he sensing?

As if he could predict that you were about to ask him, his other hand clamped around your mouth, and he shook his head, a silent shush coming from him. Then, his hand dropped and his warm grip around you loosened, but he kept you more out of sight from whatever he was concealing you both from.

From the depths of the blackness, scaled tendrils shot out at you both. Not caught by surprise, Bakugou smoothly shoved you away and defended with a moderately large explosion against one of the tendrils. Blood sprayed from the wound dealt, and the numerous wiggling limbs withdrew. You blinked a few times, and tried activating your quirk and glancing around the dark rapidly. A squeal was heard, and the heavy sound of a large body dropping to the floor echoed around you. A soft breeze filled with particles swept past you, and you determined you had made eye contact with the villain.

Bakugou used the opportunity to advance and wrap capture tape around the frozen villain. It appeared that the villain’s quirk was the tendrils attached to his body.

“Nice move. Not bad for an extra.” Bakugou grunted, acknowledging your save.

“I’m not an extra.” You retorted. You weren’t really sure what he meant by that, but if anything you were the main bitch here.

Your small conversation was cut short at the arrival of three other opponents. One appeared to have a similar quirk to the one you just captured. The two others had something like a blade quirk, and one with claws.

Again, you felt tense as you geared up for another fight.

You activated your quirk as Bakugou launched an attack of his own, the both of you able to take out the clawed one and the bladed one. Bakugou spun around to face the larger tendril-man after delivering swift and hard punches to the weaker two, and you moved in with the restraints. You barely had enough time to secure the small victory as two tendrils shot out and were intercepted by explosions. You skidded back from the sheer force of the explosions, the two villains going flying into the wall.

Sheesh.

“Watch it!” You grumbled, lifting to your feet again. “You almost blew me away too.”

“Not my fault you’re weak.” Was his reply.

The villain sped forward with with surprising ability and evaded a punch from Bakugou’s smoking fists. You weren’t able to make eye contact either, so your quirk was moot and you fell back as the villain ran into you full force.

A kick met your cheek and you felt a pop come from the arch of your cheekbones. Another explosion boomed out, and the villain grunted as he was forced to put distance between himself and the raging blonde. Bakugou had used one of his gauntlets against the squid-like monstrous man.

“Based off of what I’ve seen, you have a paralyzing quirk.” The villain’s voice was gravelly, like he wasn’t used to speaking. “And the goggles you’re wearing must be to protect your eyes. Like Eraserhead, right?”

It was clear you were being spoken to, but you didn’t reply as you got back into fighting position. You made your own move against the villain, even though you weren’t supposed to be anything but support, and your fist connected with the villain’s face. The villain staggered back, and Bakugou grabbed his face and set off an explosion.

A tooth from the villain’s mouth hit your cheek, and the sheer brutality of Bakugou’s attack caught you off guard. That was frightening, you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of it.

The villain twisted away, using the tendrils as a sacrifice to evade Bakugou’s boot. More blood sprayed across the walls as the explosions blasted away the soft skin of the tendrils.

“Don’t ignore me!” Bakugou hissed out, wiping some of the red liquid away from his eyes. “I’m what you should be focusing on right now.”

“But you aren’t my concern right now.” The villain spat out as thicker tendrils grabbed Bakugou by the ankle and sent him flying into the concrete wall. A sickening crack was heard as the wall crumbled from the impact, and you inhaled sharply. That wasn’t good.

Your distraction proved to be your downfall as the tendrils knocked you down next, feeling like punches to your midsection. Panicked, you swiped at the ropelike limbs, only able to minimally tear away at the skin of one. The rest pressed you to the ground roughly, and the pressure on you made it extremely difficult to inhale. As the villain stood over you, you activated your quirk again.

Immediately, a kick was delivered to your chin. “You aren’t going to get me. But those eyes of yours are proving to make this hard for me. You’ve taken down my men.”

“They were weak!” You exclaimed, though knowing the only reason the men were down was because of the teamwork you and Bakugou exhibited.

“Perhaps. But I think I need to do something about those eyes of yours.” A snakelike tendril trailed up your side, then your neck, and up your face until it came to rest on the goggles concealing your eyes. With a swift jerk, the goggles were taken off, revealing the top portion of your face and your (color) eyes.

A smile crept to the lips of the villain. “You have a pretty face. Too bad I have to maim it.”

Your eyes widened and you began to struggle harder in the grips on your enemy.

“Don’t you dare!” Bakugou called angrily, trying to pick himself up from the heap of rubble and blood he was in. He was battered so badly.

“Please don’t let him, Bakugou!” You cried out, the kick you sent out causing another tendril to pin down your legs with extra force. It couldn’t go this way. This was only an amber rank. You were here to learn. Your career couldn’t end like this! You weren’t even past the fourth week of first semester!

The smaller tendril hovered dangerously close to your eyes.

There was a large blast, multiple blasts, right as the tendril whipped across your eyes.

There was blood from you, and then from the villain.

You couldn’t see.

You couldn’t see at all.

The sheer amount of anger and desperation in the situation had given Bakugou the right amount of adrenaline and and motivation to pummel the villain into the ground with explosion after explosion. His arms cramped from the abuse of his quirk, he even used the sweat stored in his gauntlets in this final attack. Even as the villain lay motionless at his feet, coated in the pool of blood from both him and the enemy, he knew it was too late. It was his fault.

You had gotten hurt, permanently hurt, and he wasn’t able to win this time.

And you suffered for his loss.

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