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ngayawneluoer · 1 year

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the thrill of the chase

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sully siblings x metkayinan reader

You visit the home of your Omatikayan friends, and Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk encourage you to get into a bit of trouble and do something you’ve never done before: bond with an ikran.

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a/n: as always nobody fact check this bc i really should have done more research BUT ALAS enjoy

When your parents finally agreed to let you visit the Omatikayan lands, you figured your stay would include some introductions, sightseeing, and maybe some casual shenanigans. The Omatikayan village was rich with culture, and you revelled in the people's hospitality, but it wasn't long until your friends pulled you away from the adults and dragged you into trouble. Silly of you to think it would include something other than scaling mountains.

"This is… harder than it seems," You groaned, slightly trembling as you scaled the jagged rocks of the Hallelujah mountains. It was somewhat embarrassing for you, as even Tuk was racing ahead of you, but you kept telling yourself that you were just in a new environment and that it was expected of you to make mistakes.

"Not so easy when you're the fish out of water, is it?" Lo'ak teased, golden eyes peering down at you from the ledge where he, Tuk and Kiri had stopped to wait for you. Neteyam was right beside you, ready to assist if you struggled too much.

"Steady. Don't force yourself," Neteyam encouraged, an amused smile on his face.

You huffed, trying to hide how you strained with every step, "I'm not a baby, you know. I can climb a cliff without- shit!" Your right hand slipped from the jagged cliffside, and you cut your sentence off with a shriek. Thank Eywa for Neteyam, who had caught your waist to keep you stable and lifted you to hold the branch above you.

"Easy…" Neteyam reassured, hand still on your back as you regained your grip.

"What was that about climbing a cliff?" Lo'ak taunted playfully, which earned him a slap on the back of the head from Kiri.

Just what you deserve for getting cocky, you supposed.

Tuk peeked down, her sweet eyes filled with concern for you, "(Y/N), are you okay?"

Your first instinct was to say no; no, you were not okay because you were dangling from a floating boulder and if you fell, there was virtually zero chance of survival. And yet somehow, you couldn't say this was the most threatening situation you've been in. You survived a war. You could climb a rock.

"I'm fine, Tuk. Almost there."

Lo'ak turned to Kiri, "Should one of us tell them that we are definitely not almost there?"

"I heard that!" You retorted, scowling at the man above you.

"Less talking, more climbing!" Kiri laughed, "Even Tuk did it."

Neteyam rolled his eyes, "Ignore those skxawngs. You're doing great for your first time climbing this high."

"You can do it, (Y/N)!" Tuk cheered, her little hands clapping to cheer you on. You groaned in effort but continued pushing on.

When you finally reached the ledge, you threw yourself onto your back between Lo'ak and Kiri, "I regret ever teasing you for being useless in Metkayina," you whined, sincerity to your words, "I feel like a child here. Except even a child is more capable than me."

"Come on, you big baby. You haven't even gotten to the good part." Neteyam beamed with burgeoning excitement, clutching your arm to pull you back to your feet.

"I swear, swimming is so much more painless than all this. We have it easy back home." You spoke.

"I wouldn't say that. It took Lo'ak forever to get used to riding an ilu." Kiri reminisced as she strolled forward down the path, disappearing into the flora.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes, "Sure. Use me as the object of ridicule once again."

"Well it is true!" Tuk giggled with a mischievous grin on her face.

Lo'ak huffed, his hands coming to rest on his hips as he attempted to lecture Tuk, "Easy for you; you're a kid," he blurted, "Everyone carries you around; you never even had to learn to ride one!"

Neteyam scoffed, a look of disbelief on his face, "Lo'ak, she is seven."

Kiri stalked back with an exasperated look on her face, "Are you guys coming or not?"

"It is Lo'ak's fault, all he does is talk!" you quipped playfully with a smile, knowingly trying to get under his skin.

"I will push you off this mountain."

After a bit more bickering and a lot more climbing, you found yourselves close to the mountain peak, a large waterfall framing the path you assumed you were to take.

The five of you connected hands, with Tuk between Neteyam and Lo'ak, followed by you and Kiri. Cautiously, you all crept along the ledge behind the waterfall to reach a clearing with a myriad of ikrans. Finally, you all climbed onto some nearby rocks overlooking the creatures.

"They are beautiful," You whispered with a peaceful smile.

"They are," Lo'ak agreed, turning to you with a suspicious smirk, "Now you will tame one."

You spun to him in surprise, your brow furrowed in annoyance, "What?"

The four siblings tried to hold their laughs in but miserably failed.

"Do it, (Y/N)! We learned to ride ilus. Now you need to learn to ride an ikran." Kiri egged on, Tuk accompanying her with "Yes"s.

You looked to Neteyam for a semblance of help, but he merely shrugged as if to say you were on your own.

"No! What if I fall?" you sneered.

"I'll call my ikran, and we'll catch you," Neteyam quipped confidently.

"Where is your ikran exactly?" You challenged.

"Close by," Neteyam replied, "...probably."

"Neteyam!" you whined, slapping his arm.

Said boy snickered softly, a cheeky grin on his face, "I am only joking! I promise you will not die; I will catch you."

"Well what if they attack me?"

"They won't attack you," Lo'ak replied, "All at once."

You scowled at him suspiciously, "Your wording was awfully specific."

"I was just answering your question!" Lo'ak exclaimed, trying to mask a giggle as he threw his hands up defensively.

"(Y/N). You're not alone. We will help if we see you are about to die." Kiri chuckled.

You gave in with a sigh of irritation, "Okay. Fine," After a moment's reflection, you looked out at the sea of ikrans feeling somewhat determined, "So I just pick one?"

"Wellll… not really," Neteyam trailed off, a slightly guilty grimace on his face.

"Okay," you deadpanned, "How do I know which one to choose?"

"It will attack you," Lo'ak stated bluntly.

If looks could kill, Lo'ak would be dead.

"You forest people must have a death wish."

You knew you most definitely should not be doing this; your mother would probably lecture you until the end of time if she knew what you were doing. And yet there you were, making your way through the ikrans, about to tame one. You could faintly hear the four siblings cheering you on in the background, but you were primarily focused on not getting mauled to death by the enormous creatures. You were so out of your comfort zone when it came to ikrans. They were big, fast, vicious; how those morons managed to convince you to do this, you will never know.

You walked across the clearing, eyes darting cautiously at every sudden movement. To your dismay, every ikran you approached flew away, and as you counted up to 10 creatures flying away, you started to get discouraged.

Your shoulders slumped in bitter disappointment, and you turned back to the group watching you, "I don't think this is working."

"Keep going!" Kiri exclaimed amongst the acclamations of her siblings.

This was humiliating.

"Please, they are all leaving!" You pouted slightly, pleading with Eywa that they'll let you off the hook and allow you to return.

Suddenly, Neteyam's eyes widened, his body lurching forward and his hands anxiously clasping the mossy branch in front of him, "Watch out!"

A hiss sounded behind you, and you released a shriek as you dove away from the sound and rolled to face the creature that had chosen you as its target. The admittedly gorgeous banshee stepped towards you, a menacing look in its eye as it screeched in your face, sharp teeth bared.

"Took your time, didn't you?" You taunted, standing to face the creature before hissing at it. The two of you circled each other before it dove forward, and you skillfully manoeuvred out of the way to avoid its razor-sharp fangs. Finally, you grabbed its head, wrapping both arms and legs around its neck to attempt to control it.

"Fight it!" Lo'ak screamed.

"Make the bond!" Kiri joined.

You grappled with the mighty reptile as it fought back viciously, but you somehow found the strength to overpower it and connect your queues. Immediately the ikran calmed, and you felt the bond you formed with the creature deep in your bones. A gleeful laugh escaped your throat as your ikran stood slowly with you on its back.

Neteyam breathed a sigh of relief, releasing the iron grip he had on the flora around him. Lo'ak only laughed, playfully punching his brother's shoulder, "I told you they could do it, Neteyam."

Kiri wasted no time and leapt over the rocks to meet you, her siblings in tow.

"You must fly now to seal the bond," she proclaimed.

"You've got this. It's like an ilu. Just no water," Lo'ak said cheekily.

You turned to Neteyam, who was now carrying Tuk on his back, "Trust yourself. We'll be right behind you."

You nodded, breathing deep and turning to face the cliff, staring at the sky ahead. And when you felt that both you and your banshee were ready, you commanded it to fly.

It jerked suddenly, and you released a loud shriek as it nosedived off the mountain. Your body lifted off its back until the only thing keeping you connected was your iron grip on its antennae (and your prayers). Just as you managed to pull back and get the ikran to glide straight, it flew directly into a waterfall, stunning you and making you lose focus. The poor animal tried its best to fly but panicked once again, fluttered directly into a cliffside, then up and down... and up and down again. It would have been an understatement to say you were doing terribly, and the harder you tried to gain control, the harder it was.

"(Y/N)!" You turned to the sound of your name being called to see Lo'ak to your left on his own ikran, "Steady! Stay calm, and your ikran will listen!"

Taking deep breaths, you tried your best to focus on the sound of Lo'ak speaking and calm yourself down. To your delight, eventually your ikran levelled out, soaring straight.

"Yes, (Y/N)! You're flying!" An adorable, excited voice cheered. You turned to your right to see Tuk hanging on Neteyam's back as he flew his ikran. Neteyam wore a huge, proud smile, and he whooped along with his little sister.

Behind you was Kiri on her ikran, one arm in the air as she bellowed excitedly. A proud smile took over your face, and you let out an enthusiastic trill, your friends joining you.

When it was apparent that you had your flying under control, Neteyam spoke up, "Follow me! I'll take us somewhere you will not believe."

"You did what?!" Neytiri hissed. The five of you stood in a row in front of her, gazes lowered and ears pointing back in shame.

"Their parents trust us to look after them for three days, and you take them to do one of the most dangerous things they could have done here?" Jake joined, primarily lecturing his two sons, who he knew were most likely the instigators.

Lo'ak huffed, "They're fine, though."

"Yes, I am fine-"

"They could have died!" Neytiri yelled, "And you took Tuk with you? What were you thinking?!"

You were silly to even try to get a word in. There would clearly not be any winning this argument, so you all hung your heads in shame and accepted the lecture.

"-and no more causing trouble. For the one day (Y/N) has left here. Can you do that?" Jake concluded.

You all answered with obedient "Yes sir"s before moping away in silence.

When you were far enough away from the two adults, you finally let out the giggle you had been holding back, and the others joined in.

"So worth it."

a/n: currently working on some requests :) thank you to everyone who has been giving attention to my posts and sending in requests, it makes me so happy! i’m seeing avatar 2 again tomorrow so hopefully it will strike some inspiration again <3

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 months

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Hey, I wanted to ask if you could write Kieran x gender neutral reader. Maybe they were friends when younger, and they met again after the indigo disk plot. But now the reader went from shy with long hair to extroverted with a more goth punk style and short hair. They go to Blueberry Academy with friends, and Kieran is kinda jealous of them, like MC, for it being so easy for them to make friends. So they have a sit down and talk it out with maybe a bit of romance sprinkled in.

I hope this isn't too long!! I really love your writing.

Aw thank you! This is fine and I decided to give Reader a Toxtricity as their partner Pokémon

..........

"Uwaaahh...uhuuuhuuh.."

"H-Hey, um...are you okay?"

Sniffling, the young boy looked up from his knees to see you standing over him, concerned. He tried wiping away his tears, but they just kept coming as he recalled some rather mean words spoken to him.

"I'm..f-fine.." He lied, clutching the broken pieces of his ogre mask.

"Are you sure? Because you're sitting all alone here, away from the festival with a broken mask.." You quietly pointed out, frowning.

"...the..jerks over there did it." He finally admitted, his gaze going to the fenced area where some kids were hanging around. "I-I thought they were my friends...and then they called me stupid for likin' the Ogre from those stories..."

"What? They sound like real bullies."

"A-All I said was that....I didn't think it was a bad guy..and then they...they told me they didn't wanna be my friend anymore...a-and now...I-I don't have ANY friends!! WAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Although you were startled by his bawling, you couldn't help but feel bad for him. Leaving him alone certainly wasn't an option, so you sat down beside him, noticing the small Sentret that was trying to comfort him.

"There, there.." You awkwardly patted his back, feeling your face growing warm. Hopefully this wasn't too weird and you were actually helping this poor guy. "I don't have any friends, either. But I can be yours...i-if you'd like."

With a small hiccup, Kieran looked at you, his golden eyes large and full of tears. "Y-You wanna be my friend?" He sniffled. "Even though I like the "bad guy" of those stories?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that." You nodded softly, offering him a tiny smile. "I can relate to the Ogre, too. How lonely it must feel up there in the mountains..and um...how it just wants to be accepted."

He smiled back a little, although he was still depressed over the current state of his mask as he kept staring at it.

"Could I...buy you a new one of those? And a candy apple if you're hungry?"

Blinking, he gazed back up at you, stunned by your generosity. "Y-You don't have to do that.."

"But I want to. I just got my allowance so..I don't mind it." You shrugged, before you heard a familiar cry and looked to see your Toxel hobbling away from the festival grounds...

With candy razz berries on a stick.

"Oh no! Tox.." You bemoaned, huffing as the little baby Pokémon innocently waddled into your arms. "You can't wander off like that..a-and you certainly can't be stealing! You know we gotta pay for this, right?"

"Taahaa.." They cooed, already munching on the sweet treat.

"....fine..I'll let this slide because you're a cutie."

"Is that..a Toxel?"

"...o-oh!" Embarrassed, you turned back to Kieran and showed him Toxel. "Yes..sorry. This is my partner. We've been training a lot lately..but...as you can see, they've got ways to go. Haha.."

"You've done Pokémon battles? Wowzers.." He gazed at it in awe.

"Yeah..have you?" You asked.

".....no. I-I don't know anything about them. They're cool to watch but..I don't think I'll ever be strong enough to fight one myself.." He sighed, petting Sentret on the head. "I'm scared of Sentret getting hurt..e-especially by those..rude people."

At this revelation, your shoulders slumped. "Look....I get it, but if they see that you're afraid to battle, then...they'll just keep pushing you around."

"I know. I-I don't wanna be afraid anymore. But...my grandparents think I'm too young to be a trainer, a-and my sister thinks I'm too weak to even try...so I don't see a point..."

"..my own family doubted me, too." You remarked. "It was hard for Toxel and I, but..we had to go against their wishes. We had to become strong enough to stand up to our bullies..and we did. Now they fear the day this little sweetie grows up into a strong Toxtricity."

With a small coo, Toxel giggled and nuzzled your cheek with their forehead so they didn't accidentally shock you. "Taaaaataaa.."

"Yep." You giggled, before glancing back at Kieran, who looked extremely inspired by your words. "Maybe your Sentret will become a strong Furret someday, too. But...you'll have to train it first."

"And..wh-where do I start, if I may ask?" His voice became even quieter than yours.

"How about after the festival? You and I can have a practice battle."

He blinked. "..l-like tonight? With you?"

"Sure...if you're not busy, of course-"

"Oh no, I-I can definitely do that tonight!"

"Great! We'll just..go over the basics, that's all." You hopped to your feet as Toxel climbed onto your shoulder, and you offered your hand to the boy. "Also I'm sorry for not introducing myself. I'm [y/n]."

"Kieran." He had a shaky smile on his own face as he took your hand, letting you pull him up. "Th-Thanks for cheering me up...I think I'm ready to go back into the hall."

"Alright." With a small chuckle, you tied up your long hair before donning your mask, taking his broken one.

"C'mon, Kieran. First stop is the sweets shop...which candy apple do you like?"

"....and in Galar, Toxtricity had the power to Gigantamax. And they could turn into this awesome creature with a HUGE radio tower on their back. Oh, and they attack with a guitar made out of electricity!"

"Oh my Arceus!"

"That is sick!"

"We NEED to take a trip to Galar next year."

"Bro, maybe Piers can give you some more fashion tips. Because the punk is rocking."

"Thanks, haha..maybe I will."

As Kieran walked through the doors to the League Club, he heard the laughter and chatter of a group of people who were gathered at the table. Seeing new faces always caught him off-guard, considering how he somewhat left the organization in shambles..

He wasn't expecting so many to join, let alone scrap together enough BP to change the room's layout and usher in new additions--like that itemizer machine..

But it seems the rest of the Elite Four, plus Florian/Juliana, managed to rebuild the foundation and keep it alive. And even he thought this was for the best, as his burdens as both champion and leader were finally lifted from his shoulders.

While he hated that Paldean for "dethroning" him at first...he was actually relieved.

Now he was spending his time trying to make amends with everybody, feeling ashamed for the way he acted towards them--especially to the club members he took his anger out on. He kicked out one guy all because he couldn't meet his impossible standards.

Kieran did make sure he was back in the club..but even so, it took a while for that kid to forgive him.

He knew it wasn't going to be easy. Some people were still going to be bitter over what he did.

Fortunately, he can now enter the club room without feeling like everyone was staring at him, nor could he sense the heavy tension from the Elite Four as he walked past them. They just greeted him like an old friend before going back to their discussions.

When he was about to introduce himself to your group, however, he froze up the moment your eyes met his own...

At first, he was bewildered by the gothic-punk attire you've managed to incorporate into your uniform, complete with spiky bands and makeup. He's never seen any other student here test the waters of the dress code like you did.

Yet that wasn't what shocked him, but rather...the person underneath all of that.

You looked awfully familiar...

Where has he seen you before?

Funny enough, you were asking yourself that same question as you stared back up at this guy, trying to figure out why he was giving you such an odd look.

At first it seemed judgy.

But then you saw those familiar golden eyes, the black hair with purple highlights....you only ever knew one person with those characteristics.

"No way..Kieran?"

"....[y/n]?" He murmured, stunned. "You..remember me?"

"It took me a second, but wow...it really is you!" You chuckled, leaning back in your chair. "I haven't seen you in years, dude! And I know what you're gonna say...yes, I know I look like a Team Yell member. But I just like the fashion back in Spikemuth. It stuck with me."

"Wowzers...you went to Galar...?"

"Oh yeah. Went there to study and ended up staying a bit longer than I meant to...but it was great." Smiling, you rubbed the top of your head. "I got myself a nice trim while there. It was a much-needed change. Speaking of which....I don't think I've ever seen you with your hair up." You raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah..it was..getting in the way." Kieran brushed back his bangs, still reeling from the shock of seeing his childhood friend here at his school after all these years.

Not to mention how you presented yourself as this confident and boisterous person. Were you really that same shy long-haired friend he knew back in Kitakami?

"[Y/n], you know this guy?"

You both glanced back at your friend group, and you nodded. "Yep. He's an old friend from the Land of Kitakami. Honest to Arceus I had no idea he attended this school..but then again I literally just enrolled today. Either way, it's a nice surprise. Glad to see you again, Ki."

"Same." He nodded, although there seemed to be a certain sadness in his eyes as he stared at the people surrounding you, shoulders slumped. "Anyways, uh...I wanted to welcome you all to the club. I-I'll be back later. Bye, [y/n]."

With a nervous swallow, he quickly turned tail and left the clubroom, while your friends wondered why he looked at them all that way...

You believed you already knew the reason..

But when you saw their confused gazed, you just smiled and shrugged. "Don't worry about him, he's shy."

"Shy? But that guy used to be this school's champion!"

"...no way, really?" Your eyes widened, resting your arms on the tablr as you leaned towards one of your friends. "Tell me more."

.........

At the end of the day, the club was ready to close up shop. Everybody else had left except for you and Toxtricity.

You volunteered to stay late, picking up the messes your friends left behind, such as the opened snacks and sodas (some of them being from Drayton, of course). Amarys did promise you some BP for all your hardwork and willingness to accept responsibility, so that was motivation enough.

Despite the way you look, you weren't always some rebellious punk.

Just as you have both finished and were about to lock the door..you noticed Kieran approaching from down the hall, and he looked rather serious.

Finally, this was your chance to talk to him.

"Oh hey, Ki."

"Hey, [y/n]..is it just you here?" His gaze went past yours, eyes darting around the empty room.

"Nobody but me and Tox." You gestured to Toxtricity, who nodded and smiled, strumming the organs on their chest.

"I see they're all grown up, too." He remarked, sounding a bit more relaxed after realizing nobody else was around.

"That reminds me..how's your Sentret doing?"

"He's a Furret now. And he's doing just fine...but not on my main team, anymore. He's more like...an emotional support Pokémon, I guess?"

"Fair enough." You chuckled as you wrapped an arm around your companion's shoulders. "I learned there was more to Pokémon than just battling. They can be your best buddy, too."

"Right.." Kieran nodded, his smile fading.

You frowned a little. "Listen..I know this is kinda awkward. We haven't spoken in years, and I still feel bad for moving out of Kitakami without-"

"No, it's not that...I'm happy to see you again. I just.." He sighed, looking down at the floor. "You said..today was your first day here, right?"

"Yeah."

"I can't believe you've already made so many friends. It must feel nice.."

You were confused at his rather sour tone of voice, although you were anticipating this sort of confrontation, recalling how often he struggled to make and keep friends--besides you, of course.

But even now, it seems those insecurities never left him.

"D-Did I say that out loud?" Suddenly he tensed up, appearing a little scared. "I'm sorry, you can ignore me. I'm...tired. I-It's been a long day, so I'm just gonna-"

"Wait, Kieran."

Before he could turn around and leave, you took ahold of his arm, and he looked back at you with shock. "They didn't replace you if that's what you're worried about."

"...it's not that, either."

"Then...what is it?"

"You'll think it's stupid...." He mumbled, shaking his head.

"It's not stupid if it's clearly bothering you. Look, let's just..sit down and talk about it, okay? I'm not here to judge."

He blinked at your proposal, but eventually decided to sit at the table with you. Toxtricity crouched down next to your chair so you could pet them on the head.

It took a few moments for Kieran to start talking, yet with your silent encouragement...he finally spoke up.

"How do you make it look so...easy?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...you have all these friends now while I..." His voice trailed off, fists clenched on the table as he tried to keep himself calm. "..I-I can't name a single one other than you and Florian/Juliana. You'd think becoming champion and club president would make me super popular. But the truth is that it only made me feel more isolated. So how did you do it? How did you become so confident? Is there a secret or some code word I never knew about?"

"There's...no secret, Ki." You responded, your heart sinking. "Friendships just sorta..happen. Like ours did that day those jerks made fun of you at the festival of masks. I guess it was just....up to fate."

"...well I wish fate gave me the same luck as you." He bitterly muttered under his breath.

"Luck? No. That's...look, I'm not popular, and I'd never wanna be. Those people are my only friends here aside from you." You huffed. "I know I've changed since we last saw each other...but I'm still that same kid from before-"

"I barely recognized you, [y/n]." He bluntly pointed out. "We grew up together in the same place...but you went to Galar, changed your whole looks, and made so many friends here on your first day. Then there's me, who...h-hasn't really changed at all." His shoulders became slumped. "I've done things I'm ashamed of, and I'm trying to fix them, but I just feel...stuck. Like I'm never gonna move on from being that whiny little kid from Kitakami who keeps wishing he was somebody else.."

Your gaze softened a little, finally understanding his perspective. "Well..I personally don't see that anymore. I see you're trying to change for the better, and that's great. You should be proud of that."

Kieran blinked as your hand came to rest over his own, his heart skipping a beat. Yet he kept his focus on you and your comforting smile, despite finding it difficult to see the truth in your words.

He could feel that self-doubt festering inside him again.

"But..y-you don't know what I-"

"People here told me such awesome things about you, and I almost couldn't believe them."

He stared at you. "What? Really?"

"Yeah, dude! You never told me how your team uses a competitive setup with Rain Dance on the first turn...or how your Applin is all grown up into a Hydrapple. Hell, I didn't even know that was an existing evolution until today, so you taught me something new-"

However, you stopped rambling upon hearing a small sniffle coming from your friend. You then saw his lips trembling as he tried pushing back tears with his sleeve.

Internally you began to panic. "Ki? What's wrong?"

"I-I'm sorry. It's just....everybody here talks about my Pokémon and battle tactics all the time, but never about me." He whimpered. "I-I want people to like me for....me, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, gently squeezing his hand. Guilt swelled in your heart as you never realized how lonely he must've felt since you left...and right now you probably made him feel ten times worse.

"You really are a great guy, though. Anyone would be lucky to get to know the real you."

"........."

Now you were a bit stumped on what to say next, as he was staring at the table now, sniffling like a little kid. And you began wracking your brain for any possible way you could cheer him up.

Then an idea sprung into your mind.

You were going to save it for a later occasion, but...now seemed to be the right time.

Even Toxtricity agreed with you, as they nudged your arm with a low growl, wishing you'd finally fess up and let him know how you truly felt about him.

Your heart was beating fast, but you pushed away the nerves and momentarily let go of his hand to retrieve a pokeball from your bag. He seemed too caught-up in his own thoughts to notice, still wiping away his tears.

"But y'know what could be better than having friends?"

With watery eyes, Kieran managed to look at you straight on. "What?"

You didn't say a word, instead turning his hand over and placing a love ball into his palm. He looked at you with confusion, before gasping as the device suddenly opened on its own to reveal....

A Shiny Applin.

"Wowzers.." He gawked. "So this is what their shinies look like??"

"Yep. Straight from Galar."

"The love ball is an interesting choice.." He remarked, watching as the Applin jumped onto the table and gazed at him. "But..while I appreciate the gift, I-I....don't really see how owning a shiny is gonna help-"

"Oh, so he doesn't know, Tox..." You whispered to your companion, who simply snickered back.

"Tahaahaa.."

"....know what?" Kieran's eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the smirks you and Toxtricity were exchanging, growing more and more confused and concerned. "Can someone explain?"

"In Galar, people give Applins to each other as a romantic gesture." You stated bluntly, feeling your face burn up....but you prayed he would finally get the hint.

It took him about five seconds, his jaw dropping. "What??? Y-You.....really see me that way?" His heart began racing all over again. "Why me, though?"

"I like you for you, Ki. And that's all there is to it." You leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, watching as his eyes went wide and his blush worsened. "Hm, I guess that shy little cutie is still in there after all."

"C'mon..stop that.." Huffing, he shrunk back into his jacket in a vain attempt to hide his flusteredness. "I-I do like you, too."

"I'm glad, and I promise..I'm sticking around for a long, long time." You looked to Toxtricity, who strummed a small riff on their chest. "I owe Tox one for finding that love ball for me. I was gonna save it for some fairy type, but...I think I found a better use for it."

All Kieran could do was smile and nod, taking your hands into his own. While he was still too flushed to properly speak, he was nowhere near as sad as he was before your confession.

You were right.

This was a LOT better than having friends.

Because now he had you.

While both of your looks and personalities have definitely changed, the love and care you had for each other never did.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #indigo disk x reader #pokemon kieran #pokemon kieran x reader

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lonelystarrs · 6 months

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝗞𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗸𝗶

You made his feathers ruffle and spread love through his existence, Keigo was your golden boy. Touya thought you were spoilt even if you were slowly changing his view on the world, one things for sure though —he’d never be under you like Keigo and he’d always be there to bring you back down. Even if he enjoyed watching you make a mess outta bird boy.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + 3 some f/m only + sub/switch Keigo + switch reader + Dom Touya + pegging + praise + cum play + fluff on Keigo’s part + established relationship with Keigo + spice level: high + Keigo restrained +

Posted this before but decided to repost! Has been sitting on my ao3 for awhile.

The agreement was mutual that keeping your relationship with Hawks was under wraps. Truthfully you didn’t want the hassle of it, he was incredibly popular and the commission was also the other issue.

They’d do what they had to if things weren’t working in their favour, not to mention the shitty PR teams would try to start arranging things to their own liking.

In your own words, Hawks life was controlled by them, you weren’t going to allow Keigo’s life to be nor were they going to tell you how to love him.

He finally realised in those words, in that moment he really was totally was in love with you, with every fibre of his being. It was a foreign feeling to start, he knew what admiration felt like, he knew what pride felt like and he certainly knew how lust felt.

But love was a clash of all three, it was a confusing mess to work through sometimes, but learning to love you was something he was all too keen for. His feathers ruffled by themselves when he seen you, the grin eas uncontrollable and his heart fluttered in his ribs sending tingles through his body.

You made him excited and you made him calm.

But this relationship wasn’t anything to do with anyone else, when Hawks came home he was Keigo and he was yours to dote on.

However there was one small problem that you did have with Hawks being allowed to act like a free man and that was his natural flirty personality.

Girls often got the wrong idea, you were perfectly secure in yourself but when you started seeing suggestive posts about Hawks potential love interests… it’s enough to bug even the most secure of relationships.

You’d seen a post about rumours that he was liking an interviewer that kept popping up around him. She was pretty, all done up and giggly around him, typical girl next door kinda vibes but you doubt the innocence was genuine.

Hawks entertained it not realising his kindness and manners could come across as interested to easily pleased girls or fame seeking one’s. The odd photo slipping out where they’d been caught talking in halls alone or she had managed to work her way into somewhere he was.

You weren’t worried about him what so ever, how he looked at her didn’t cause you concern you’d been with him long enough to know he wasn’t Keigo around her. He was Hawks and that persona could play the part for anyone because that’s how he was taught.

But poor little Hawks wasn’t exactly putting a stop to her games when she started to, what you as his girlfriend would consider, overstepping.

So you’d decided to remind him, and he always enjoyed it.

Drool spilled from the gag in his mouth, his hands tied behind his back giving his back a small arch from the mattress.

His eyes were watering and his hips rolling to try encourage his thick cock further down your throat, your index and forefinger running circles around his hole that was clenching. He panted heavily from his nose, swallowing thickly.

His voice was muffled behind the gag but he still managed to whimper when you pushed the tips of your fingers in, thickly covered in lube. His dick flexed in your mouth as you slid your fingers in past the tight ring and he clenched around them.

You released him from your mouth, heavy wet dick slapping on his stomach covered in drool.

“Aw, Kei you that sensitive hmm?”

His chest heaved as gold eyes looked down glassy and focused on you. Your tongue pressed to the base of his cock and slid up to the head, fingers pressing in to the hilt in movement with your tongue. He frowned at you trying to convince you of his stubbornness, six pack clenching as you let more spit drool onto his head of his dick. It flexed again under your tongue, feeling it harden under it made you moan on his dick, cunt clenching around nothing.

“You’re such a good boy Kei~”

Your fingers began pumping into him, tips curling when deep enough to press against that spot that had him babbling behind the gag, hips rising to encourage you to take his dick back in your mouth.

“Hmm, I think you’re warmed up enough~”

You fingers pulled from him and you stood, his eyes widening at the strap on you had harnessed to you. He actually looked a little worried yet that needy look glazed in his eyes? That flexing of his cock as excited anticipation rocked through his body? -He’d handle it, he always did.

You placed your hands either side of his ribs and hovered over him, the strap rubbing against his own dick and you rolled your hips rutting against it.

He released a heavy, breathy sigh through his nose, golden eyes watching you hover over him, tits pressed together sandwiched between your arms, your glassy eyes looking at him so lovingly despite your attitude towards him this evening.

That reassurance from you was silent, but oh so there in your eyes and it made him fucking melt for you.

He trusted you completely and this? Well it was hot. Completely dominating him but loving after him? Ugh.

Fuck he’d never get enough of it, that strap was long though, the bubble of excitement mixed with a little worry was intoxicating.

The sunset from the penthouse windows behind you glowing, your hair falling to frame your face, spit glistening down your chin. Like an angel waiting to do something oh so unholy to him. Despite your loving eyes contradicted that smirk on your glossy plump lips, swollen from kiss him and his cock.

Reaching up you unbuckled the gag letting him spit it out to the side, drool trailing either side of his mouth.

“You can’t be fucking serious kid thats too lon-ngh. Shit slow down will ya?”

You rolled your hips again letting the lubed dildo rub along his cock, stuttering his words as he acted like he wouldn’t be a drooling mess when you started to fuck him.

“Yeah it’s a new one, you’ll manage Kei~ or need me to get you a little more needy?”

You shifted yourself to straddle him, reaching down to grab his dick and run the thick head around your clit, a breathy moan leaving you before pressing it to your entrance.

“M’not-hah- I ain’t gonna break for ya kid so stop trying.”

He actually sounded a little pissed off and you only smirked at him, his little attitude was attractive because he so rarely showed it around you. His attempt of not giving in to you, like he was trying to convince himself that he was still in charge despite this position he foolishly allowed himself to get into.

Sinking yourself down onto him he sucked in breath as he felt his thick head stretching you out, slowly sinking down onto him until you reached half way, you were so wet, warm and pulsing around his cock his eyes almost rolled back into his damn skull.. You were tight as hell without him warming you up, without letting him prep you like he always did because he was thick.

Keigo never able to slide straight in, it’s a good job he was a lot more considerate than Touya being thicker than him. Keigo would start soft to adjust you, where Touya purely fucked rough.

Your pussy was sucking his cock in as your walls clenched around him, he could feel you struggling with the stretch and especially at this position, you were wet it was coating your thighs -you were drooling for him just by sucking his cock and seeing him like this.

It was almost enough of a thought to let himself cum from just the first two inches in you, you had another 5 to go before he was at the hilt and it only stayed thicker.

“Struggling there kid? S’brave of you without any prep.” He slurred out, trying his hardest to keep attitude, his hardest to stay cocky.

he was drooling already, his bottom lip was threatening to tremble. He was trying so hard to keep cocky but failing miserably with his slurring, watching the pink dust across your cheeks and your mouth hang open.

A beautiful mess above him, how the hell was he gonna hold back from cumming just seeing you like this after edging him?

Fuck, fuck, fuck you were so fucking warm around him, Keigo took the opportunity to roll his hips up into you to push into the hilt making your breath hitch, gasping a little as he rolled again the slight pained look on your face at him filling you.

That brief moment of you breaking as his dom and he tried to use it to his advantage to turn the tables in his favour.

“How about you take these cuffs off dove, let me do the work hmm?”

You placed a hand on his stomach to balance yourself, the strap on now laying on his stomach from your hips against his, cock buried in you giving a pleasant yet painful stretch.

Keigo’s eyes widened when you began to bounce his attempt at manipulating you not working. The slick squelching as your pussy sucked him back in with every thrust, he wasn’t gonna last, no fucking way -not like this.

“S-shit, dove-“

He was already overly sensitive from all the teasing, the edging with that tongue and throat of yours working it’s magic. But he wasn’t backing down he knew he had more stamina than you, he just needed to tire you out. He just needed to convince himself he’d out last you, get you to beg him to fuck you cause you struggled to hit that spot like he could.

“Is that -ngh- S’that all you got kid? You’re gonna beg me to help you cum, M’not losing.”

It was difficult to believe him when his voice started confident and trailed off into whimpering and slurring out. The fire in his golden eyes was lit, still looking a little bratty and pissy, but his voice was breaking and breathy.

His arms were going numb behind his back, grabbing the sheets under him as his toes curled against the bed, feet braced against it as he tried to angle himself.

The repetitive wet slapping of his skin hitting yours, that squelching of your pussy drooling and sucking him your moaning above him, looked like a hot mess riding him like that.

That damn strap on taunting him as it slapped against his stomach each time you rose and dropped against him. Shit it was too much, his cock was throbbing in you, flexing as he tried so hard to hold back from blowing his load in you.

“M’respecting the effort -give up, I can feel you clenching around me you’re not gonna cum like this kid, you need me fucking you.”

His weak, breathy taunting fell on deaf ears as you reached down to play with your clit, Keigo’s eyes widened as he realised what you were doing.

Slick covering your hardened bud you ran circles over it with the pad of your finger. The heat soaring through you as you coaxed yourself towards cumming on him.

“D-Dove? C’mon, let me help you.”

That built up came too quickly, Keigo moaned under you as his hips rose to meet yours. He didn’t like that you were on the verge of cumming without his help, he wanted to get you to cum -with him around you should never be doing it yourself… but being used like this by you was making his cock throb weighing out his sulking.

He felt his own release building as he seen you close to yours, his stomach tensing as he tried holding himself back. He wouldn’t last if you came on him, he knows how it feels to have those sloppy walls clench around him as you cum.

“You feel so fucking good Kei- y’gonna help me cum yeah?” You panted above him, your one hand on the bed gripped the sheets beside him.

He nodded under you, those beautiful glassy gold eyes pleading you to let him help you. His stubbornness cracking as you looked at him so doe eyed.

“You gonna let me use you?”

Keigo groaned, god you were so fucking hot, pussy so sloppy as you sucked his cock in again and again. Riding him like such a pro, knowing how to move knowing what he liked because he was your little golden boy. Slick running down his balls and ass from how wet you’d got over this. It sounded so wet, so filthy.

shit he was always damn well giving into you. This is what Touya always belittles him for -spoiling you.

He couldn’t help it, you deserved it and you loved him back just as equally, his heart soared higher than he’d ever flown around you.

He wanted the world to see you beside him, he wanted you on his arm during these stupid meetings.

He wanted to flaunt you to that annoying interviewer than wouldn’t leave him the hell alone, it’s why he allowed the flirting, why he gave some back and made sure he was caught by cameras.

Keigo wasn’t stupid, he acted oblivious to his natural flirtatious personality but it was never an accident, he knew what he was doing. Because he wanted to crack your stubbornness on not going public —he understood why but he hated it, he wanted the world knowing you were together.

But he did have to secretly thank this naïve interviewer, getting fucked like this because she wouldn’t leave the hero alone was almost worth the bother.

“Y-You wanna use me dove?”

Yup, he broke. You won. When he thought about how much he loved you, seen that needy look on your face and your glassy eyes? That crap would always break him, he couldn’t help it, he was a weak, weak man for you.

Touya would be bitching in his ear later about how pathetic he was for you, but fuck it!

You nodded dumbly and he rolled his hips into you, your breath hitching as he dragged the head of his dick against that spot you were trying to find. That he knew so damn well because he’d drank your reactions in so many times it was almost natural for him knowing your body so well. His eyes never missed anything you gave, those keen gold orbs took every memory you gave him so he could replay it.

“Use me then kid, you gonna fuck that dick yeah? Take what’s yours huh?”

That did it, his stubbornness cracking completely as his lovesick heart once again took over.

“Gonna fuck your golden boy right?”

He sounded mean, pushing you to cum with his words as he bucked his hips again to hit that spot that made your vision blur. The rough slap of his hips into you as he buried as deeply as he could get it. Keigo let you dom him, but he knew when he was mean it made those little hearts on your eyes shine.

You braced yourself forward slightly and he started to pound upwards into you, chasing his own release as you clamped down on him, hips pressing to his as you moaned out his name over and over, slurring your love for him. His heart swelling with each moany breath and gasp that hitched in your throat trying to say you loved him.

It was all too much, it was too sloppy too messy. His nerves burning, his toes curling and the emotion in his chest built to a place that made tears glisten in those gorgeous golden eyes.

“M’cummin’ dove, m’hah, fuck yeah that’s it kid. God your pussy is so fucking good! God- godfuckingloveyou.”

He growled his words at the end -desperate and needy almost feral, slapping his hips and his cock sliding in so easily now as your cum drooled down it, coating his own thighs and balls, his sensitive head burning as it glided along your silky walls.

His hips pinned to yours, eyes rolling back with his head as he released, coating your insides.

His high was short lived, you lifted yourself from him, letting both your cum leak out and coat his dick as it slapped wetly against his stomach. He was breathy, panting as he looked down watching the mixed fluid link between you both. His cock suddenly feeling so cold compared to the warmth of being buried in you.

You smirked at him whilst panting, sliding back down the bed until your feet hit the floor. You guided the dildo and gathered the mix of cum dripping down him on the end of the strap on before pressing it against his hole to fuck it into him.

Golden eyes widened as he looked down at what you were about to do, his body betrayed his lying expression of worry -giving away that actually he wanted this, he always did. You knew by his thick cock flexing, still hard, his hole clenched around nothing.

Pressing forwards the tip pushed through the tight ring, your hands placed on his hips to stop him rising from the bed. Your tits squishing together as your arms caged them, hovering over him.

“M’not done with you Kei, thought you got the upper hand there hmm?”

“Ngh- kid it’s too fucking long I can’t take i-“

“You got your safe word Kei?”

“Fuc- kid you’re gonna ruin me-“

“Safe word?” You repeated again, his jaw clenched as he tilted his head back briefly to suck in air, then nodded.

You pushed forward slowly letting it enter him and stretch him out, it wasn’t thick like his own dick, but it was the longest you’d used on him.

Keigo’s head tilted back further, drool leaving his lips as he panted and arched from the bed. Hard cock flexing against his stomach as it slid in so beautifully he almost came from it.

“Fuck, fuck - dove, s’good-“

You cooed praises for him as you eased it in, his legs trembling either side of you as you hit his prostate. You knew by how his breath hitched, his legs tensed and he fell silent.

You looked down and rose an eyebrow.

“You took the whole length Keigo, that must be so deep hmm?”

“Ngh-“ he tried to speak but failed, only managed a dumb nod.

A hand reached up to grab his cock, rubbing the palm over his head he whimpered and rocked his hips.

“N-No, don’t s’too sensitive, I can’t- not my cock-“

“You can Keigo.”

His open mouthed pants became heavier as you pulled the strap on back, the squelch of lube and cum as you gently pushing back in hitting that spot deep within him. Glassy golden eyes looked down to watch you begin to thrust in and out of him, his eyes focused on the slick red dildo disappearing into his ass and your hand wrapped around his cock. Hand setting a pace on his dick, watching his cum coated cock throb in your grip and tears welled in his eyes.

“Fuck kid, there -you’re hitting-hah yeah that’s it.”

Keigo slurred, the tears spilling as he whimpered under you, sheets gripped in his hands borderline ripping as he clung to it for dear life. Your pace picked up and he seen fucking stars, that heat rose in his body so fast that he felt a little panicked.

“I’m gonna - dove I’m gonna cum so fucking hard keep do-ngh-“

“S’it golden boy, cum for me hmm?”

“Y-yeah gonna cum f’you, fuck-me- you’re gonna make me-I’m cummin’”

You watched his eyes roll back into his skull as he came so hard he couldn’t even whimper, any noise lodged in his throat as it rocketed through his body into spasms, it wasn’t anything like when he came from his dick, he felt it through his whole body.

Hips rising from the bed and his toes curling, your hand fucking his cock left him no mercy as his came again through his cock at the same time. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he choked out a mix of words that sounded like his own language.

Cum shot from the slit up to his chest, hitting his own chin as you slowed your thrusting to help ease him down.

His body spasmed in places even when he fell lax against the bed, before he finally whimpered out to you as he felt the dildo shift in him, making his body jolt. He couldn’t take anymore it was too much. His vision was blurred, stars still dotted them.

“N-No more please, dove I can’t, fuck- it’s so fucking deep kid I-“

You panted above him, planting your hands either side his hips and smiled at him.

He was a fucking mess, his hair stuck to his face as sweat dripped down him, cum on his stomach and chest, ribs heaving as he looked at you with glassy, dopey eyes. Sweat beaded on him like jewels, rolling down into his thick neckline mixing into the cum he impressively shot there.

Your lips pressed to his before rubbing your nose against his lovingly. You pulled out from him, hearing the lewd pop and he moaned against your mouth, a heavy sigh left him as he fell completely lax against the bed.

“S’a good job I love ya,” He mumbled, giving you a half assed playful glare, little smile twitching on his lips.

You hummed against his mouth agreeing with him, the peace was short lived though -both eyes turning to the door when a much deeper voice filtered through. The blue eyes glowing against the light of sunset through the window, his eyes were fixed on you like a predator.

“Couldn’t wait for me to get back doll?”

Keigo watched your eyes widen, a smirk twitching at his lips as he seen the worry spread on your face as you frozen above him.

Keigo had noticed the moment you lowered yourself onto his dick to ride him that Touya had walked in, crossing his arms and leaning in the door way watching. He didn’t tell you, deciding giving Touya a show would be a nice little from me to you.

“All that mushy shit just for blondie huh? You realise how fucking lovesick you both look? Tch.”

Rough, cool skin smoothed over your ass, reaching for the buckle on your harness and undoing it, letting it fall to the bed before pushing your knees back onto it with his, making you straddle over Keigo again.

“Unlucky kid, karma came around pretty quick for you today hmm?” Keigo chucked under you, watching as you hovered over him again.

“Hey there Touya,” Popping his blonde head to the side Keigo beamed smiled at him, blue eyes glanced over your shoulder with much less enthusiasm to meet gold, giving the hero a grunt as a reply before focusing back on you.

Keigo would sub to you, the only person who could ever get him like this was you and he enjoyed it. However, Touya was the one who wouldn’t ever submit to you, he kept you in place the way Keigo never could.

He fucked you like he hated you, like you needed sometimes -like the blonde couldn’t commit to because he simply loved you to a point it was nauseating. For the flame user to witness anyway.

Touya just thought you were spoilt, that Keigo spoiled you too much but you very much were the balance in this poly relationship.

The boys had nothing for each other besides their unhealthy amount of need for you. It worked because you were between them, Keigo could get along with anyone but Dabi had a different perspective on the world and people. He tolerated the winged hero for access to you, so he told you guys but deep down you knew he enjoyed this little dynamic. Keigo allowed Touya in, from then his warped view on life and people started to change because of you.

“T-Touya-“

“Where’s the cockiness gone doll? Didn’t save any of it for me?”

He gripped on your hip, his other hand moved and heard him unbuckle his belt behind you.

“Shame, know I love fucking it outta ya,”

Tapping his hard dick against your ass cheek, before guiding it to your pussy and running it from your entrance to clit.

“Guess m’just gonna have to get you all dumb again,” he sighed out, acting like it was a hindrance.

Hand on your hip smoothed up your back to grip your hair and pull it back as he leaned over you, staples digging into your skin and the buckle of his belt.

“S’show bird boy here how you deal with brats, he’s too lovesick with you to do it. Y’already warmed up right doll? So I don’t need to let you adjust.” Touya spoke against your lips, craning your neck back so he he brush them over yours.

“Someone gonna get these cuffs of me?” Keigo deadpanned under you.

“You got yourself into that situation bird brain, deal with it.”

Keigo sighed in annoyance as you whimpered out against Touya’s mouth as his deep groaned answered you back from bullying his dick in. Touya was longer but not as thick as Keigo, hitting you so deeply your eyes would unfocus and cross sometimes.

Keigo pouted under you with a frown watching as Touya handled you in his own way.

Man, maybe he really should stop spoiling you.

©pharix/lonelystarrs 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

I need to write more for Keigo, honestly adore him so much and I love writing him T_T

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slu7formen · 10 months

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die for you | vampire!eddie x fem!reader

eddie munson x fem!reader +18 (minors dni)

after the craziest most fucked up experience of your life, you find out that eddie came back to hawkins, but not as the eddie you used to know.

warning: blood, wounds, handcuffs use (not on reader), Eddie eats animals, kissing, mention of smut ???, little use of (y/n), biting, blood sucking

reminder: english’s not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

You will remember that day for the rest of your life, it had the be the most traumatic thing you ever witnessed and lived, how could you forget it so easily? The rest seemed okay with it, but as they told you, it was not their first time experiencing something similar. So, you tried to do your best to not affect you.

You helped with the charity at school; helping hurt and homeless people, cooking food where there used to be the school cafeteria, reading kids bedtime stories and helping the elderly take their medicines. Sometimes you were with Steve, folding clothes and receiving donations, and he felt the need to help you when your hands couldn’t work like hours before. Your wrist was still sore from how hard you fell to the floor that night, almost hitting your chin too.

“You sure it’s not broken?” Steve asked with concern while taking away the children’s clothes from your hands.

“If it was broken I would know, Stevie. It’s just sore” you looked at your left wrist, a little fatter than your right. “I gotta put on some cream” you reminded him and yourself. Steve nodded before you left to the back of the gym on the search of your backpack.

As much as you hated it, your wrist was a reminder of Eddie that you really wanted to avoid. You remember so vividly how dumb you were in the upside down, running straight into the demobats without even realizing it; Eddie went after you, to save you.

He pushed you out of the way so hard you fell to the floor far away from all the bats. Their attention instantly went to Eddie, but no matter how much he tried to fight, they got him. You didn’t see it happen because he basically screamed at you, he wanted you to leave.

“Go with the others!” he shouted over the high pitched sounds of the black creatures. “I got this!”

“I’m not leaving you here!” you screamed back, holding your wrist.

“You’re hurt!” he didn’t even bother to look at you, too focused on saving himself now, but knew about the blood falling from your head and your knees. “I’ll distract these fuckers! GO!”

So you ran. Why the fuck did you do that?

Why didn’t you stay with him? Why didn’t you help? Why? Why? Why? You kept asking yourself that every night while crying yourself to sleep. It was guilt. You kept feeling guilty of listening to him that night. That’s what he asked you to do, but you shouldn’t have done that, ‘cause you were probably never going to see Eddie again unless it was inside a coffin, if his body was ever found.

You tried to come back after you realized what happened, tried to look for him, the tiniest piece of hope told you that he might be still alive, still waiting for someone to lift him up and drag him with all those hurt people. But no one would let you. It was too late, and too dangerous. Vecna had taken control now, and there was no turning back.

The days were okay, but the nights turned grey, black and red. It reminded you all the time about that horrible night, like you were still there. You tried to stay at home with your family when the nights fell, and your friend knew that, even Dustin, who called you one Tuesday night, heavy breathing and some horrible background noise making it almost impossible to hear him.

“Dustin, what’s happening?” you asked “Is something wrong?”

“(y/n)…” he said, and let another heavy breath exhale from his chest. “It’s Eddie. He’s here, at Hawkins, Mike’s house, on the basement… but something happened to him. W-we don’t know, but he’s, he’s alive”

“Henderson, stop playing, this isn’t fucking funny” you angrily said at the teenager while feeling hot tears almost spill from your eyes. Your hand gripped the phone tighter.

“I’m not lying!” he swore on his life before passing the phone to the house owner. Mike asked you to go his house, and he totally convinced you when he said; “See it and you’ll believe it”

You took your bike as fast as you could without waking up your parents, and hopped on it. Your legs burned with the fast pace you were driving, but you couldn’t go any slower. Not because of the fear of getting caught by some creature, but for the need of seeing Eddie again.

“Okay, we gotta tell you” Mike and Dustin kept you out of the basement and closed the door behind them. “There’s something weirdly wrong with him” Mike said, his hands shakes after taking a look on Dustin’s face; the curly haired boy looked so tired, like he never even slept after Hawkins collapsed. “He has fangs”

“Fangs?”

“Fangs” they both confirmed.

They warned you again about how aggressive he was being down there, and you heard him. You heard Steve silently screaming, and Robin trying to calm him down. You couldn’t imagine Eddie in that situation; aggressive, with fangs, and handcuffed?

You slowly made your way downstairs with the boys behind you. Steve immediately lifted his head when he saw your figure, a brief relief on his face. He was holding a pan on his hand, and some keys on the other. “We knocked him out and handcuffed him” he let go of the keys and they softly laid in your hands. Eddie was with his hands up, handcuffed to some old closet. He was almost shirtless, if you could call the piece of shirt he was wearing, a shirt. “But he woke up” he said while pointing his head with the pan.

Eddie growled like a fucking beast.

You stopped midway, scared. Was he not able to speak? Was some part of Vecna inside him? You had so many questions you didn’t even realize Eddie was staring at you. Your lost eyes, tired, and shiny with tears. He slowly started to breath normally, lips closing and red eyes, turning slightly brown again, the same soft brown that you fell in love with the first day that he smiled at you, shining.

Your eyes widened when he called your name. It was barely a whisper, but everyone was able to hear it, because now they were all looking at you, waiting for something to happen. Your feet walked down the stairs again, slowly, trying not to scare him, like he was a dog they just rescued. His torso was bloody, and his mouth too. That bandana you gave him was long lost God knows where, because his hair was a total mess. Not the good mess that he always had it on, but a really bad one. Dirty, and kinda bloody too on the ends.

By the time you were at the end of the stairs, Eddie almost jumped at you, desperate, but quickly the handcuffs kept him in place. Everyone gasped at the sudden movement, and so did you. Then he went calm again; he was acting just like a dog. Barking and crying, barking and crying.

“Let’s give some space” Robin said to the others, while they all decided to stay as far away from Eddie as possible, behind you. You kept walking towards him, and his eyes softened when you kneeled in front of him, right at the end of his feet. Eyes glassy and with a shaking bottom lip, he called your name again.

“I’m scared, please” he whispered “I-I don’t know what’s happening to me, I-… I’m thirsty”

“You’re thirsty?” you softly asked, eyebrows pinched together. Eddie nodded harshly, and the soft tingle of the handcuffs made the other take another step back.

“Y-yes, but not… not that kind. It’s like-…” his voice was low, almost like his throat was sore and red from not speaking in a million years. A fat tear fell from his eye and trailed all the way to his neck. “I need help, please, what’s happening to me?”

“Hey, Eds” you softly called. Your right hand got close to his face, trying to shed the tear away, but everything happened so fast… Eddie jumped again and you felt the very little touch of his lips against your wrist, you screamed and fell to the floor, feet kicking nothing while you crawled backwards until hitting your back on someone’s legs. Eddie’s eyes turned a dark red and his fangs started to grow with every growl from the end of his throat. He was acting wild again, almost breaking the old closet that held him and drops of blood were falling into his chest, staining the white skin.

“Woah, woah! Hey!” Steve screamed at Eddie, pan in hand towards him and kneeling next to you, running an arm around your shoulders. “Back off!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Eddie cried, more tears falling from his red eyes. You noticed the cold, purple veins that appeared underneath his eyes, but only a glimpse of them, because he calmed down again, and his teeth went back to normal. “Please! Somebody help me…” he cried, head finally falling down and hitting his chin against his chest. Everyone stayed silent and heard him cry, no one did anything, too scared to even move. Except for Dustin.

The kid kept saying ‘Oh my God’ while looking for some old book on Mike’s shelf. The initials D&D were written at the front, but Dustin was quick to find a paragraph in between all those pages.

“What are you looking for?” Lucas asked, but his words were shut once he started reading along with Dustin. They both shared a scared look but you didn’t hear a word they said while reading it out to the other, too focused on looking at Eddie, still sobbing and physically hurt. The handcuffs were starting to get into his delicate skin.

You heard something about wrists and necks being a debility in humans, but could get blood from any animal. If Eddie was what you were thinking…

“A vampire?” Nancy asked to his brother. “Is that possible?”

“Demobats” you said. “It’s like bats but… he didn’t die from the bites. The bites turned him into… this” the words fell like grease from your tongue, like it was too easy and you already understood everything. Your muscles started to move again, trying to get to Eddie again, but Steve pulled you against his chest.

“No way, you’re staying here”

“For the love of God! Look at him!” you screamed getting out of Steve’s arms. “Doesn’t matter if he’s not human anymore, he’s hurt.”

The bites along his torso, back, legs and arms were looking disgusting and almost infected. You felt really bad for him. No matter how much he groaned, growled or screamed; Eddie was no monster to you. Still, for your own safety, they decided to tie his mouth with an old red bandana while you cleaned his scars.

Apparently he liked cold water, but the soft touch of your hand felt warm against his skin when you had to cut open his shirt. A yellow sponge quickly turned red while just cleaning his abdomen and chest, and no matter how much Eddie cried; you still wanted to clean his tears. But you couldn’t.

After cleaning him up, you went home. You laid in bed with a horrible feeling deep down in your chest; Eddie was back. But was it your Eddie? Was it the guy you secretly fell in love with? Was that creature ever going to smile the way Eddie did? Was he going to get back to the way he was? The days went by and Mike called you every morning and every night, while Steve made you little updates on Eddie while helping at school.

“He’s doing better, we took off the handcuffs” he explained after two weeks of having him tied down in different parts of Mike’s basement. You didn’t go back to his house, even tough you wanted to. You hated it, but you were scared now. “He uh… he’s eating red meat and, and animals”

You stopped your movement of cutting carrots and the tip of the big knife laid softly against the counter. “Animals?”

“Well, he does need blood, right? Besides, it’s something good for him, he’s not so skinny anymore”

“But, what is he eating?”

“Well, we found a dead fox in the woods so we gave him that” Steve explained, but the words were still stuck at the back of his throat. He gulped every time before talking and answering your questions. “Last night he was like a totally different person, uh, vampi… oh, jeez” he touched his nose with his fingers, totally forgetting he was just cutting onions. “He was different, okay? We went to the woods, me, him and Henderson and he couldn’t stop moving. I’m not kidding, he heard every little animal and ate like seven squirrels. Oh! And he runs like crazy, also jumps, like a monkey”. It only took you a few days to hear those things as something normal. Maybe it was because it was the only way for your brain to comprehend that Eddie was not dead. At least not at all.

On a friday night, you were organizing boxes of old clothes you owned to donate, when you heard a slight noise coming from the window. You turned around, but nothing was there. What else could it be at midnight? Maybe some bird, or a squirrel. You payed no attention to it at first, but when it happened a second time and now with the soft gush of something running in front of the window, you got scared.

Instead of waiting for something else to happen, you took the pair of big scissors from your desk’s drawer, and opened the window. Your head turned right; nothing. Then left; and you screamed.

“Shh, shh!” Eddie said “Calm down, it’s me”

“Eddie?” you whispered

“Yeah” he sounded suddenly embarrassed because deep inside, he knew that showing up to your house this way after weeks, was wrong.

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”

“You gonna let me in or what? Your roof’s uncomfortable” he whined like a baby and after an eye roll and a loud sigh, you stepped back and let him in.

When his feet swiftly touched the ground, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and eyed him up and down. He was wearing a pair of ripped black jeans and a white —stained— t-shirt. His chains were still a part of his outfit, but the pick necklace was still missing. You got surprised by the fact that his muscles were bigger than before, and his skin was not so pale anymore. He looked healthier than ever.

“Wow… you look-…”

“Better?” he asked with a smile 10 miles wide. You barely nodded and he placed his hands on his back pocket, then turned around, taking a look of your room.

“Yeah” you whispered “What are you-… how did you know where I live?”

“Henderson” he briefly explained without looking to your direction now, too concentrated on admiring every little detail of your room. “This is not how I imagined your room” he said while swinging a little pink feather that hung from your ceiling, an old art project you never got to finish.

“Eddie…”

“Look at this” he laughed and pointed at a poster of Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd at the ‘Back to the Future’ set. “Didn’t know you were into these films”

He was acting like nothing happened, and that bothered you a lot. “Eddie” you said firmly, louder, and that finally got his attention. “What are you doing here?”

“Just uh…” he kicked a little paper ball laying on the ground “Just wanted to thank you. You know, for taking care of me” he bit his lip after, big brown puppy eyes looking at you through his long hair and big eyelashes.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I only helped once”

“Doesn’t matter” he sat on the bed, like it was his, and smiled a little. He placed his hands on his thighs. “You were the first to do it and that helped me too so, thank you”

“No problem. Did you-, did you eat?” you asked suddenly. His face scrunched up like a lost puppy, and he turned his head slightly to the side, staring at you. “There’s some meat in the kitchen” you explained pointing behind you with your thumb, even though the kitchen was downstairs.

His gaze changed again. “I’m good. Just had dinner”

“Oh” you whispered again and fixed a stray of your hair that had fallen out of place. Eddie tapped twice with his hand on his side, on the bed. A sweet ‘tud, tud’ that invited you to sit next to him. You slowly approached him. “How are the scars?” you asked when you got comfortable enough.

“They’re alright” he answered, lifting his shirt slightly, showing you the little skin that was still recovering from the attack. You caught yourself looking at his soft a tummy for more time than you would allow yourself. “Wished they were more badass”

“Seems like you got used to this pretty quickly, huh?” you tried to laugh, but a weak smile is all you could give now.

“Yeah… there’s not much I could do, you know?” he asked you while tugging his shirt down again. His hands placed together on his lap. “This is what was suppose to happen to me so… why keep crying about it?” it seemed like he asked himself that question lots of time. This was not the Eddie that you saw weeks ago, not the one that was crying all the time because he needed help, because he wanted to go back to the way he was, he was different.

But he was fine. And what else could you do once you realized that he already assumed this was his destiny?

“You’re right” you nodded while looking at your own hands in your lap, twirling the loose strand of thread that fell from the bottom of your pajama shorts. “Do you feel any different?” you asked.

He nodded towards your director, only taking his sight away to look at his arms when describing how strong he was now. “Yeah, kinda. I’m stronger and uh, faster, feels like I’m lighter. Got used to hearing every single thing happening down the block”

“You hear everything?” your eyes widened slightly.

“I can literally hear how your dad snorts downstairs and what that old lady is screaming to his husband about”

You laughed softly, and that made him laugh too. The last time you both shared a laugh was before spring break, at the bleachers where nobody saw you. You shared your lunch with him because he accidentally told you he only bought a small bag of pretzels for that day, and you basically forced him to eat half of your egg sandwich and a little bit of coke to refresh his throat. He burped like crazy that day, making you laugh every single time.

When the laughter turned silent, you slowly turned your whole body to him, legs crossing on the bed and one of your knees barely touched the rough fabric of his black jeans. You played with your fingers before asking…

“Did you bump into Wayne?”

Eddie gulped slightly, and you regretted asking that question. Too personal. As much as you liked Eddie, and apparently he liked you too —even though you never confessed your feelings to each other— you never shared anything too personal, not yet. You felt like you crossed the line for a second, but Eddie threw his head down and denied. “No. I don’t-, I don’t wanna scare him. The police is looking for me, remember? This is still ‘haunt the freak’ ” his fingers moved nervously and his knuckles cracked while saying that, and you swore you heard the slightest voice crack deep inside.

“Yeah, but… your uncle wouldn’t say a word and, you’ll be safe” you played with the little chains on his jeans.

“Still, I don’t wanna put him in that situation. I’ll send him a note or something” he closed his eyes, trying not to imagine his uncle looking for him everyday. In the woods, in the city, at the burned library, anywhere. “So how are you?” he asked trying to change the subject, and you didn’t stop him. “How’s your hand?” his fingers pointed your previous almost broken wrist, and you softly wiggled it in front of him.

“Oh, it’s okay now”

“I’m sorry for almost biting your hand off” his lips curled into a sad looking expression.

“It’s fine” you laughed softly, getting lost in his eyes. Even if he didn’t say sorry, you knew he was just by looking at him. His eyes never lied.

“It was just… I haven’t eaten in days and, and your smell…” his words stopped there for what it felt like ages. He waited for you to ask something, to laugh, to say anything, but you stayed just as frozen as he did, and quickly shook his head off, letting a little wheeze fall out of his chest, laughing. “forget it”

But you were curious now. “No, what?” you grabbed his arm, slightly. The warmth of your hand contrasting with the coldness of his skin “My smell?”

“Your blood” he explained, voice louder than he expected. He felt a tight knot on his throat desperately trying to come out and the only way, was explaining it to you. “Human blood is different from animal blood, it’s stronger, it’s like, like when you put condiment on the steak”

That example was a little weak, but you took it anyways.

“Does it taste different?”

“I… don’t know. Haven’t tried it” he laughed and made you some funny face, as if that fact was obvious.

“Yeah, sure” you sounded confused, but in fact, you were just trying to get the pieces in your head, at a really slow pace. Eddie laughed again, louder this time, and bumped your shoulder softly with his fist.

“What? You think I would drink blood out of a corpse or something?”

“I don’t know!” you laughed too, shaking the nervousness out of your system. “Steve’s been telling me everything you did, wouldn’t be surprised if you bumped into some dead cop and drank his blood”

“Ew, what if he had aids?”

“Eddie!” you whispered a little scream which made you both laugh again. It was at moments like these were you felt it was really easy for you to fall in love.

It was the little things for you. The laughs, the touches, even the way you met. You were studying so hard for an exam you didn’t even see someone bigger than you was walking your way just as distracted as you, and that’s when Eddie bumped into your body, making all papers and books fall to the ground.

He apologized like crazy, and that made you laugh too. What you didn’t know is that Eddie was never like that with anymore, but he fell in love with you way before you met.

Still, that’s another story.

He suddenly got closer to you on the bed, almost copying your position, but still keeping one foot on the ground, in case he had to run and hide for some shit.

Eddie kept his head down, slowly letting his hands touch your ankles, giving it little squeezes like massages and trying to enjoy the most out of this moment. He didn’t know when you would see each other again. With a call of his name, he lifted his head towards you and hummed, waiting for you to ask whatever it is that you wanted to know. He understood that you had a lot of questions.

“How do I smell now?”

He seemed to be taken by surprise. A sharp breath went through his nose before answering you, mouth opening and closing again just to repeat the same action, almost as if the words couldn’t come out. “G-good, yeah” he nodded a little, playing with the holes in his jeans, dipping his hands under the denim, then out of it.

“It looks like you’re trying to… control yourself”

“I am” he admits. For a few seconds, he took a look at your neck. Pretty, he thought. Decorated with a light gold necklace, and that little vein that popped out quite easily every time you spoke; he didn’t pay much attention to it until now. “I haven’t been around many people these past weeks but, your smell is different from others” he said looking into your eyes again, as hard as it was for him.

“How?”

You asked a lot of questions.

“I don’t know. It’s just different, a different smell. It’s still inside the human blood thing but you’re like-, like sweeter?”

“Sweeter?”

“Yeah” he then explained how it was like smelling a vanilla perfume in a store full of coco ones, it was a slight difference, but could still be distinguished. “I’ve been practicing and now I can control when to stop so don’t worry, I won’t bite your neck” he smiled warmly at you when he realized how worried you were looking now.

You barely smiled, and whispered. “So you can stop when you want?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

The silence was dominant again. It was not uncomfortable, but Eddie knew you wanted to ask something else. Apart from all the new things he could do, he realized that his intuition was stronger than ever, and he was right almost 95% of the time, so he waited. He was patient while looking at your lines, your features.

He heard the beat of your heart. It was slow, chilling, not nervous or scared at all, and that made his chest fill up with joy. You were not scared of him, not even after he accidentally attacked you. You were still the same girl he fell head over heels for.

God, he wanted to kiss you right there.

“Eddie, does your heart beat?”

But that question was not what he was expecting.

He knew it was coming. Everyone that saw him asked him the same thing, Harrington, Henderson, Sinclair, even both Wheelers. Robin didn’t even ask, she just placed her hand on Eddie’s chest looking for a heartbeat and praying he wouldn’t eat her hand on one single bite.

“Wanna feel?”

You didn’t answer, not as quickly as he thought you would, someone as curious as you. His cold hand took yours, slightly lifting it from your knee. His eyes never left yours when he pulled up his shirt again, letting you feel his cold skin while your hand went up, up, up, until it reached his chest. He placed your hand where the heart is, and pressed his palm over it.

He saw your eyes closing, as if that would help you into concentrating more, trying to feel the vibration against your palm a little bit harder.

It almost didn’t.

You knew that Eddie’s heart had to beat. He drank blood in the morning, day, and night, how could it not beat? That’s what the heart needs, right? It needs blood to beat, and vampires need blood to survive. Still, you didn’t feel anything. Your palm was just heating up his chest, while you patiently waited for at least a little beat. You tried counting the seconds; his heart was beating awfully slow.

You didn’t like it.

“It almost doesn’t” your voice cracked, and the tears that you didn’t know you held, fell to your legs in a fast way. Your hand didn’t leave, trying to feel another beat; another signal that he could still be alive. “So, you’re dead?” you lifted your gaze, now really crying and letting him see it.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart” his voice calmed you down and only at that moment, you saw he was about to cry too. His hands took both of your cheeks, cupping your face in his big hands. His thumbs started circling the smooth skin, and letting a few teardrops disappear into his own rough skin. “I’m here”

“Yeah but you’re not… you’re not alive” you sobbed, letting all the weight of your face fall into his hands. You were weak for him, practically letting him swallow you whole if he wanted to. Eddie was your support, but it didn’t feel right.

“I am. Blood keeps me alive” he explained to you, like you didn’t know already.

“But you don’t have enough” you said with worry in your voice. Your brain cickled after you said it. The blood he was drinking wasn’t enough. “If you had, your heart would beat faster, right? ”

“That’s true, I don’t have enough”. What was the point of lying to make you stop crying, anyways? “But I feel fine, I’m not gonna die anytime soon. You won’t get rid of me that easily” he swiped your cheeks one more time before putting your hair behind your ears. For a brief moment, you imagined him still young in forty years, driving a car going somewhere where he had to start all over again; and you weren’t part of it.

You wanted Eddie to live his best life, because as he said, he was not leaving anytime soon.

He deserved something better. He deserved someone to give him what he needed, and everyone starts with something, right? Even if it’s the slightest thing… it could mean the word to the one who is receiving.

You builded courage one more time, letting now your hand travel to his right cheek. The rough skin of his shaved face against the smoothness of your own hand was all he needed. Just a little touch of you, a little smell, a feeling, that was enough for him. He didn’t need any more.

“Can you bite me?”

Specially, not that.

“What?” he asked, low voice ringing in your ears. You gulped, Eddie was not happy, but there was also no turning back now. You already asked, and he clearly heard, so you repeated, firmly this time;

“Bite me”

He stared at you deeply. His eyes were not showing anything else more than anger this time. His hand removed yours from his face, and got up from the bed. “Please don’t ever repeat that” he said with a harsh, mean tone, almost making you cry again.

“Eddie, I mean it” you whined while your gaze followed every step he made, getting away from you.

“Yeah I fucking mean it too. Don’t ask me to do that to you.” His voice raised a little as he stood by the window, forehead almost bumping into the cold glass. A hand went through his messy hair, tugging slightly.

“Why not? You need it”

“Yeah so you gonna make yourself my personal blood tank?” he turned to you, more feral this time. He heard the beat of your heart go faster, getting scared. His pupils were blown as he looked at you, so he turned his head back to the sight of your porch.

You stayed silent for a minute, watching him as you made sure he had calmed down when you started walking towards him. He flinched a little when your hand laid on his shoulder, but quickly remembered he was not the one that should be scared.

“Eddie” your sweet voice whispered, too close for his vampire sense liking, but didn’t bother to let you know. His face turned to you, penetrating your soul through his eyes. “You can control it, remember?”

“Yeah but you’re different. I told you. What if I don’t stop?” he asked, and it was the most serious question he ever made you. You really started thinking, what if he started to just drain all the blood from your body? What if your parents found your dead body on the bed the next morning? “What if I can’t? If I get addicted to it?”

He was genuinely concerned. He didn’t want to hurt you at all, already feeling guilty enough for almost biting your hand off. Still, your desire to help him was bigger than anything. Could vampires hypnotize? Because you felt that way, completely putty in his hands and he didn’t even kiss you. Or touched you.

“You won’t kill me”

Maybe Eddie was easy to convince, or you just had a gift, because as quickly as he left the bed, he went back, his own body dragged to it by your hand. He sat again, already knowing what was coming. The blood running through his ears, God, he could feel it. If he was still human, he would be sweating like crazy. But if he was human, he wouldn’t be in your bed, almost sucking your blood.

“Wrist or neck?”

“Huh?”. It came as a low whimper, like a lost kid in a big city, alone, and a big old man just bumped into him asking him where his mother was.

“Dustin came the other day and we spoke. He said there’s different spots in the human body where blood smell stronger because of the thin layer of skin so that’s why you attacked me” you explained in just one breath. Eddie would have made a joke about how smart you were starting to get, or how fast your little mouth can speak, but he kept the jokes to himself. His mouth stayed open, still looking at you. “Choose. Wrist or neck?”. Your voice shook him out of his trance.

“Wrist” he said without thinking. You squeezed yourself closer to him, slowly dragging your hand up, close to his face. He grabbed it, and then his other hand grabbed your forearm, squeezing lightly, like a small massage. “Tell me when to stop, okay?”. You nodded more than once to let him know that it was okay, that you wanted this. He learned when to let his fangs come out, and it hurt him, you knew it. Eddie hissed slightly but ducked his face lower into your hand. You could touch his left cheek with your palm, smoothing with some imaginary circles on his skin. “Jesus, you-… you smell really good” he almost whimpered, just as his pink lips barely touched your skin.

You felt goosebumps along your arms as you felt his mouth grow wider and the little pressure against your wrist feel tighter every time. It stung, it fucking stung. You bit your bottom lips to avoid a little whimper scape from your mouth; you didn’t want Eddie to stop and feel scared. You should’ve been the one scared, but since you weren’t, everything was fine.

His teeth had deepened inside you with ease, and you could feel the little throb of your small wound with every suck from Eddie’s lips. Apparently vampires could drink blood in a much faster way that you expected. You could hear the blood leaving your body and entering your friend’s mouth, and how loudly he was gulping.

His hands gripped your arm tighter as your eyes started to close involuntarily, feeling dizzy, but your heart was beating faster because of the fear of passing out. If you did, and your warm body laid on the bed for the next few minutes, would Eddie be able to stop?

You trusted he would, but you needed him to stop.

“Okay, you can stop now”

He didn’t.

“Eddie” you whined. The sound must have being annoying to him, or something that just encouraged him to keep going, because he groaned and he just sucked again, harder this time. A small scream and a sniff escaped your lips. Your hand went to grab his hair, trying to pull him. “Eddie, stop” you said louder, but still aware of your parents sleeping downstairs, trying not to wake them up. But how else would you get Eddie to stop? Fuck, this was starting to worry you. You looked around, looking for something to hit him with. Nothing could work, not your notebook, or your little plastic cup of water, or your small perfume. Your heart was starting to bump against your back now, and the breath of your lungs started to leave much faster. As scared as you were, you lifted your foot up and right where you knew, it had to hurt. “Stop!”. You screamed, hoping it wouldn’t wake your parents up, and Eddie backed away.

Some blood drops from your hand and his mouth fell into the covers. Eddie tried to contain himself from licking them, and focused his eyes on you. You were scared by his red eyes, his black veins on his face and his bloody lips. You grabbed your wrist and pressured. As you tried not to cry from the pain and the fear, you walked to the closet and started looking for some old shirt that could stop the thin bleeding.

You found an old hairband that was just perfect to pressure your wrist and stop the bleeding. You still didn’t look at him, he could only see your back and the way your shoulders went up, down, up, down and your breathing started to control again.

“I’m sorry” is all he said. He wiped off the fresh blood on his lips as his sight focused again.

“Don’t worry” you answered. No matter how scared and hurt you were, your voice was still sweet like honey, and smooth. He hated that, he hated the way you wouldn’t show your vulnerability against him.

“Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that” he grabbed his head, looking down to his tights.

“I offered” you fought back.

“Yeah, it was fucking stupid”

“Excuse me?” you turned around, hand still grabbing your wrist. You had wiped the tears that fell down your cheeks, but Eddie could still see the little wet line that drew your face. It was not much time that he looked at your direction, because he grabbed his tongue, scared, and shaking.

“I- I can’t get it out of my tongue” his voice stuttered. His fingers touched the wet muscle, as if that would pull away the taste of your warm red liquid. “I should’ve said no” he voiced to himself, pulling his hair again. You just stood there, staring, as his eyes turned brown again and the softness of his puppy gaze. You were frozen in place, not really waiting for anything to happen. “Let’s not do that again”

“But what if you need it?” your worry was shown again.

“I don’t fucking care and you shouldn’t care either” his voice raised but quickly apologized when you put your finger over your lips, silencing him.

“Well, sorry, genius, but that’s impossible” your arms fell to the side of your body again with a soft ‘thud’ as you stood closer this time.

“Why?” he said with clear annoyance.

“Because I like you!” your voice raised slightly and you stepped to him again. He stayed silent, letting his hands fall to his legs. You stood there with sudden fear, too scared to even keep talking about your feeling without him making fun of you or telling you he didn’t feel the same way. But was that so important now? Probably not. His life just took a dramatic turn by turning into a fantasy creature, what could be worse? “I’ve liked you for months, okay? Now if you can’t understand that, I’m sorry. I can’t be more clear”

He slowly got up, creeping his way to you. His footsteps were heavy towards you. You stayed silent as his eyes hypnotized you, like a little lamb in the woods, lost, who just found something so mesmerizing that no pair of eyes could stop looking at. Eddie was all that. He was so perfect, no matter who he was, what he was doing, or what he has become. Eddie was still Eddie. “I like you too” his hot whisper brushed your mouth as he stood so close to you that it almost felt like he was about to kiss you. “But I need more, baby” He called you as both of his cold hands grabbed your elbows, softly drawing circles on them. It was true, and he had to tell you. Of course he liked you too, but that was not going to be enough for him. “I need you… can I have you?”

Your face tilted to the side just as fast as his hand touched your cheek. Your eyes closed, feeling the soft yet cold touch of the boy you loved over your skin and barely wet skin. Your heart was beating fast with excitement, and Eddie could hear it. Maybe it was because of the fear of this new thing, or maybe it was because you were preparing yourself for what you were about to say.

If Eddie could read minds, his surprise wouldn’t be so big when you said;

“Eddie, I’m yours”

His mouth went dry and he was sure that something in his eyes changed, because your eyes widened slightly and your breath hitched.

“Say that again” he demanded.

You smiled softly, cherry lips barely touching the palm of his hand when you repeated, “I’m your-…”

He didn’t give you any time to finish when he crushed his lips to yours, devouring you. It was desperate, not what you expected. You imagined that your first kiss with Eddie would be much sweeter, maybe even with a taste of your cherry chapstick or the smoke of his cigarettes but still, this was just enough.

You almost couldn’t keep up with his fast rhythm, but you enjoyed every single second of it. Your arms wrapped around his neck with ease as he gripped your waist. Fuck, he didn’t remember that kissing someone felt this good. Was it because it was you? Was it because he could feel things much more? Was it both?

Oh, come on, like he cared now. He just wanted to kiss you and never stop.

“Your taste is so good. So fucking good” He whimpered while his hands roamed around everything he could grab; your waist, your arms, your neck, your back, your ass. Those little pajama shorts were driving him crazy. Just by remembering the sweet taste of your red blood, it made him go crazy. He wanted more even though he knew he couldn’t, but maybe that’s just how love was, or at least, for him. He wanted to have you for so long, but couldn’t do it and now… you were all his. All those desperate moments in which he thought, “I need her”, were just a reminder about how close he had you now, and never wanted to let you go. He smiled when a little soft moan escaped your lips as his rough hands grabbed your hips. He walked backwards as you followed, pushing his chest slightly. “Does she taste good too?” Eddie playfully asked when his hand cupped your heat. An extremely hot and proud smile creeped on his lips.

You smiled back, trying not to whimper. “Find out yourself”

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devildom-moss · 4 months

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For the flash requests, maybe sfw 10 with raphael? He'd be adorable drunk I know it

Agreed! I got a little suggestive with this one, but given the prompt and that it's still SFW, I hope you don't mind anon.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Raphael x gn!MC)

Prompt 10 – Drunk/Tipsy

“It sure was nice of Diavolo to give you this. . . entire case of Demonus, but why did you call? You said it was urgent.” You looked around Raphael’s room. Among his mess of sewing supplies, books, documents, and about a dozen spears, was a large case of a dozen bottles of premium Demonus. Raphael had already gone through two bottles by himself.

“It is urgent. I urgently needed to see you. You can’t expect me to enjoy Demonus this good alone, right?” Raphael flashed one of those handsome grins he kept hidden for special psychological warfare and manipulation, and you knew you were done for.

“I would have taken time to dress better if you had just told me that you wanted a drinking buddy.” You rolled your eyes and plopped down next to Raphael, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“No need. You already look good – good enough to tempt an angel.” He smiled and handed you a glass. He filled your glass half-way with an eerily steady hand. “Hey, MC, have you ever slept with a seraphim?”

“Excuse me?” You were shocked by his bluntness – which said a lot as far as Raphael was concerned.

“Ahaha, just kidding,” he teased, leaning towards you until his shoulder bumped into yours. “Now drink your Demonus. You have to catch up.”

“You do know Demonus doesn’t work on humans, right?”

“Really? Oh no,” Raphael pouted and dropped his head, staring intensely at the glass in his hands. When he popped his head back up, a smile was plastered on his face. “Well, what do you say you get drunk on me instead?”

Raphael crawled over you and straddled your hips. He took a sip of his Demonus, holding it in his mouth, before he dipped down and kissed you. He prodded at your lips with the tip of his tongue until you opened your mouth for him. With that, he pushed some of the Demonus into you, teasing you with his tongue and waiting until you swallowed before he pulled away with a boyish chuckle.

“How was that?” Raphael stared down at you, clearly delighted with his playful antics.

“No one warned me you were a flirty drunk.” You wiped your lips.

“Hey, don’t wipe my kiss off,” Raphael complained and placed another kiss on your lips – this one far more chaste than the previous. Yet, when he pulled back, he had the same content look on his face. “And, of course, they didn’t warn you. Y’know why?”

“Because only Michael and Lucifer can match your tolerance?” you guessed.

“No.” Raphael shook his head, paused, and then tilted it to the side like a confused puppy. “Or yes? But no. The real reason is a secret. A big one. Not even Michael knows it. Wanna know?”

“Are you sure you should be telling me your drunken secrets?” you asked, almost pitying him in his current state.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I wanna tell you most of all.” Raphael leaned down to whisper in your ear. “It’s ‘cause I’ve never felt this way before. You’re the first.”

“Aw, really?” You couldn’t hold back your surprised smile.

“Mhm. I like you so, so much.” Raphael nuzzled into your neck and wrapped his arms around you. He lowered himself until he was comfortably sitting on your lap. With an unusual affection in his voice, he whispered against your skin, “I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone ‘til I met you, and now I wanna kiss you all the time. I wanna kiss you. I wanna. . . I wanna. . .”

Raphael’s words trailed off and gave way to gentle breathing. He had fallen asleep in your lap, clinging to your neck, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He was going to be mortified when he woke up, but for now you wanted to cherish this. You held him and pet his fluffy hair until you were ready to get him in his bed.

A/N: requests are still open for a few more minutes if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here) I won't get to all of the SFW requests today, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.

#moss 1 year event sfw #moss 1 year event #gn!mc #anon #requests #raphael #obey me #obey me short fic #I want to ruin him so bad. Sorry.#obey me raphael #raphael x reader #raphael x mc

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tigertales9 · 2 years

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The Stroke of Midnight

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Manhandling / Angst

Description: Summer 2022 in Cincinnati. Things get heated on a hot, humid night in early summer. This takes place a couple months before Joe's appendectomy.

A/N: I've been trying to finish a few Joe fics for several months now. This is the first one I've ever shared. I hope y'all like it.

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You wave good-bye to the last of your guests as they amble out into the warm summer evening; you listen to the steady hum of the crickets for a few seconds, watching as your friends ease into their cars and drive away. After taking one more deep breath of the humid air, you shut the door, leaning your forehead against the solid surface briefly before spinning around to walk back into the kitchen.

You'd hosted a girls' night like you'd done several times before, only this time shit went sideways fairly quickly. Your good friend Shay had arrived early to help set up. As you two arranged appetizers on a couple of large grazing platters, you kept catching her eyeing you with concern. After asking her what was up several times, she finally came clean and asked if you wanted to talk about Joe liking yet another thirst trap pic on insta. She knew you'd laid into his ass about it on two prior occasions and that he had promised not to do it again.

You roll your shoulders to relieve some tension and shake your head in aggravation. Work had been so busy lately that you hadn't even seen the latest slap in the face until Shay pointed it out. Four days ago, your man had done something he'd promised not to do again. Shay had felt awful to be the bearer of bad news, but you'd assured her it wasn't her fault your fiancé couldn't keep his promises.

Girls' night went off without a hitch because you had a rock-solid poker face, but several times during the evening, you'd briefly thought about sashaying down the street to Ja'marr's house where the guys were playing cards; dragging Joe's ass right there in front of everybody would've felt sooo good.

You roll your shoulders again and take a deep breath; luckily for Joe your mama taught you not to air your dirty laundry in public, so here you are -- posted up on a barstool in your kitchen -- waiting for your man to walk in the door so you can unleash hell in private.

About 20 minutes later, you hear Joe coming in the front door, loud as hell as usual. "Babe?" he hollers, kicking his shoes off and dropping what sounds like a bowling balls worth of shit on the hallway table. "I got sooo lucky tonight. The cards were really falling my way."

That's the only way you're getting lucky tonight, you think, chewing on your bottom lip as he strides into the kitchen. "How was girls' night?" he asks, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before turning to face you. He chugs half the bottle while you watch his prominent Adam's apple bob up and down with each gulp. When you don't answer, he sets the bottle down and closes the distance between you. "Mmmm," he moans, leaning down to enjoy the view of your toned bare thighs exposed by your black mini skirt; he slides a hand under your skirt hem to push it higher.

"Joseph!" you snap, swatting his hand away while serving an absolutely withering glare.

He immediately pops back upright. "Uh-oh. What's up?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "Remember those two conversations we had about you liking thirst traps on insta?"

He furrows his brow and thinks about it for a bit. "Two ass chewings, you mean? Yeah, I remember."

"Remember agreeing not to do that anymore?"

"Yes," he snaps, shaking his head in confusion. "We settled that. Why are you dragging it back up?"

"Because you did it again."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did! Someone showed me tonight before I could even take one sip of a cocktail. It totally ruined girls' night."

"Why would somebody do that? They must be trying to make me look bad."

"You made yourself look bad, Joe."

He makes a stank face. "That's bullshit. I don't remember liking any pics recently."

"Let me refresh your memory; four days ago you liked a pic of a blonde woman, smallish boobs, very fit, wearing a pink bra and panties." He furrows his brow for a few seconds, shaking his head in confusion before you stick your phone in his face. "Here's the receipt," you snap.

He grimaces as the memory clicks into place. "Oh shit," he mumbles. "That's Kyle's new girlfriend. She's trying to be an influencer. He asked me if I'd like a pic to drive traffic her way."

"And you just had to like a lingerie pic? There were other pics where she wasn't mostly naked."

"It was the first pic on there," he argues. "I was literally on her page for like 30 seconds." He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and gives you a bemused look. "I don't know why you're trippin'. She's not remotely my type and you know it."

You shake your head in disgust. "You always have an excuse don't you?" You hop off the barstool and head for the stairs. "Nothing is ever your fault!" you yell, stopping to take your wedge heels off before jogging up the stairs; you slam the master bedroom door then lock it.

A few seconds later, you hear the doorknob jiggle before Joe lets out a stream of curse words. "Open the door," he orders, struggling to keep his voice even.

"Nope!" you snap. "I'm tired of this conversation. Go away and leave me alone!"

"I'm going to ask you one more time to open the fucking door before I kick it in. You have 10 seconds."

You roll your eyes when he starts counting, letting him get all the way up to 9 before slinging the door open. "There! Happy now?"

"Not remotely," he seethes as he strides into the room. "You're overreacting like crazy here. You realize that, right?"

"You're threatening to kick the door in but I'm overreacting? Miss me with that bullshit, Joseph Lee!" You glare at each other for several seconds before you break the tense silence. "Look, I don't want to fight. Just leave me alone."

He shakes his head no and takes a step toward you; you immediately take two steps back and his eyes narrow in frustration. "I want to settle this right now," he states. "You know I don't like to go to bed mad."

"Well, it's not always about what YOU want! In case you haven't noticed there are two people in this relationship," you snap, feeling your anger escalate as Joe rolls his eyes. The audacity, you think to yourself, taking a deep breath to try and calm your thundering pulse. "I need space right now, okay?"

"I think we should talk it out," he counters, crossing his arms across his chest in a way that makes his muscles bulge.

His arrogant stance and refusal to compromise kick your anger into overdrive, and you flash him a predatory smile. "Oh, you wanna talk it out?" you croon, amplifying your smile from predatory to psychopathic. "Have it your way, sweetie!" You give him a contemptuous glare before spinning around to storm into your large walk-in closet. You grab a duffle bag, unzip it and start cramming clothes in as you continue your tirade. "No matter how tipsy or horny I am, I have enough self-control not to like pics from six-pack ab, big dick, banana hammock, oiled up thirst traps!" You sling more clothes in the bag before pointing a finger in Joe's face as he saunters up and leans against the closet door. "Look but don't like; it's not that hard. I do it all the time!"

Joe's eyebrows shoot toward his perfect hairline. "Anytime you wanna see a big dick all you have to do is ask," he boasts, sliding one hand down to cup his ample goods.

"Boy please," you throw him an incredulous look. "I've got tits and ass for daaays, but that doesn't stop you from looking at other women." He opens his mouth to retort, but you plow ahead before he has a chance. "I'm not saying you shouldn't look. It's human nature. I'm saying -- just like the last two times we had this discussion -- it's disrespectful to publicly like thirst traps. If I did it, you would freak the fuck out and you know it!"

Joe doesn't even blink while holding your irate gaze; his calm demeanor makes you want to act out even worse. "I wasn't horny or tipsy when I liked that pic," he says, in an infuriatingly soothing tone. "I was just doing a favor for a good friend."

"Oh, fuck that! Always an excuse!" You drop your bag on the closet floor and walk to your lingerie chest, grabbing several pairs of panties and a few bras. You turn back around just in time to see Joe grab your bag and place it on the top shelf of the closet out of your reach. "Give me the bag, Burrow," you order, narrowing your eyes in anger when he refuses.

"You're not leaving."

"I sure as hell am," you scoff. "You refuse to give me space so I'm leaving. Simple as that." You pull a step stool out of the corner of the closet and place it under the shelf holding your bag; you step up the three steps and grab the bag handle, gasping when Joe wraps both hands around your waist from behind and lifts you off the top step. "Put me down!" you yell, dropping the bag as you squirm helplessly in his strong grasp. He sets you down but tightens his grip on your waist, his long fingers digging in just hard enough to let you know he means business; he lowers his head and presses his lips against your right ear. "Maybe you didn't hear me," he whispers, his hot breath in your ear sending a pulse of arousal through you. "I said you're not leaving."

"I heard you just fine, you big brute!" you snap, slapping lightly at his hands until he removes them. You spin around and glare up at him, for once annoyed that he's almost a foot taller than you and a hell of a lot bigger. You're even more annoyed that your traitorous body is really enjoying the manhandling, damn it! You sling your hair over your shoulder and intensify your glare. "I think it's technically kidnapping if you hold me against my will."

He shrugs his broad shoulders. "Technically, sugar, I don't give a shit. You're still not leaving." His smug demeanor pisses you right off, but you manage to keep your cool.

"I think you need a little reminder, sugar. I might call you daddy in bed but you're not the boss of me!"

His blue eyes flash with equal parts lust and aggravation as he leans down until his nose is almost touching yours. "Still not leaving," he purrs, giving you an arrogant grin that makes you want to scream in frustration.

"Fuck that," you grumble, spinning around and sprinting out of the closet, getting halfway to the bedroom door when Joe catches you from behind. You yelp in surprise as he picks you up and drops you face down in the middle of the king-sized bed, covering your body with his much larger frame. "Get off me!" you yell, trying hard to wiggle out from under him.

"Just relax," he growls, pinning your flailing arms down with an ease that's a little terrifying. "Quit fighting me!" he orders, placing more weight on you until you're almost completely immobilized. Your skirt has ridden all the way up to your waist at this point, mainly due to Joe's muscular thigh wedged between your legs. A jolt of pure lust sizzles through you quickly followed by a jolt of anger. He always does this, you think to yourself, going completely still when you feel his erection against your hip. He can't ever let me be mad at him for a hot minute. Always has to prove he can reduce me to a wet, quivering mess just begging for his cock.

You try to take a deep breath and realize you can't due to 200+ pounds of solid muscle pressing you into the mattress; another shot of anger rushes through you at how helpless you are. "Let me up!" you demand, fully expecting him to comply since you stopped struggling; when he doesn't immediately do it, you break down crying, sobbing even harder when he immediately releases you.

"Shit, baby, I'm sorry." He hops off the bed, putting a few feet of distance between you two. "I didn't mean to scare you. You know I'd never hurt you. I thought we were just messing around."

"I'm not scared, you idiot, I'm pissed!" You push yourself into a sitting position and angrily wipe the tears off of your cheeks. "I'm mad at you and I want to sulk and feel sorry for myself, but you won't leave me alone!" Your tears trail off as you finish speaking. "Instead you're invalidating my feelings and being an arrogant prick!"

He stares at you for several seconds before dropping his gaze to the floor. "I didn't mean to invalidate your feelings," he mutters, running a hand through his hair then tugging on the dark blonde locks in frustration. "But listen, I can't let you storm out of here like this. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you." You open your mouth to argue and he holds up one long finger to stop you. "Let me finish, please. I can't let you leave, but I can give you space. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight if you really want me to. Okay?"

You wipe the remaining tears off of your face and nod yes without meeting his gaze. You expect him to head for the door but he doesn't move.

After several more seconds, you raise your head and meet his eyes. He gives you a thorough once-over, and you feel a pang of self-consciousness. I must look a hot mess, you think to yourself, wishing he would quit ogling you and just leave you alone. Instead, he breaks the silence in classic Joe style.

"Are those new panties?" he asks, nodding at your crotch.

You're struck speechless for a minute; you shake your head slowly and run a hand through your messy hair before speaking. "Let me get this straight. We're in the middle of a fight, and you're asking about my panties? Seriously?"

He shrugs. "Kinda hard for me to miss them since you're wearing your skirt as a belt."

You look down and realize your entire skirt is gathered around your waist, exposing a tiny see-through pink thong. You yank your skirt down and give Joe a bratty smirk. "Yes, they're new. I was going to surprise you with them -- a really naughty surprise -- but that plan got shot to hell."

He slowly runs his tongue over his bottom lip while holding your gaze. "How were you gonna surprise me?" he asks, his already deep voice dropping another octave like it always does when he's aroused.

Not tonight, Satan! you think to yourself, biting your lip hard to distract you from the throbbing ache between your thighs. "Satan?" he asks, one agile eyebrow arching upward. "Shit! I didn't mean to say that out loud," you confess, a sizzle of heat running up your spine at his low, throaty chuckle.

He takes a step toward the bed, his gaze locking onto yours like a heat-seeking missile. "Am I tempting you?" he purrs, flashing a wicked grin as he takes another step toward you.

"No!" you protest. "Okay, yes! Fuck, Joe, you always do this!"

"Do what?"

"You can't just let me sulk for a little bit when you hurt my feelings. You always overwhelm me with all of that!" you huff, using a hand to gesture up and down his tall, muscular frame. "I just really wanted some space tonight, but it looks like you're gonna get your way as usual."

He takes a step back and holds his hands up in surrender. "No sex tonight. Got it. Can you do me one little favor though?"

"What?"

"Tell me, in explicit detail, how you were gonna surprise me with those tiny, see-through panties."

"Why would you want that if we're not having sex?" you ask suspiciously. He shrugs. "Maybe I feel like I should be punished for ruining the naughty surprise. Hearing what I missed out on should do the trick, don't you think?"

"Oh, hell yeah," you tease, mimicking his earlier filthy grin with one of your own.

"Then let me have it."

Your first impulse is to tell him no, but the thought of torturing him a bit makes you change your mind. "You promise not to push for sex tonight? No matter how worked up you get? 'Cause you know I can't resist you."

"Yes ma'am, I promise," he mutters, his cheeky smirk transforming into something milder when you hit him with an unamused glare. "Seriously, I can handle it," he pleads. "Just give me a chance."

"Fine, but first I'm gonna go wash my face." You walk in the bathroom and close the door before quickly stripping down to nothing but your troublemaking panties. You wash your face, tame your hair, then slip on a clingy pink cami that barely conceals your breasts; just before walking out, you run your thumbs over your nipples a few times, making sure they're standing at attention. You smile at your reflection and square your shoulders for battle.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," you say, giving Joe an innocent smile as his hot gaze sweeps over you several times, lingering on your breasts and crotch.

"I'm good," he croaks, clearing his throat as you crawl onto the bed sitting with your legs tucked under you. "Listen," he continues, looking down at his feet as he speaks. "I want to apologize for earlier; you were right." You wait for him to elaborate but he remains silent.

"Right about what?" you finally prompt.

He heaves a sigh before responding. "I would be mad as hell if you liked big dick, banana whatever pics," he mumbles, making a dramatic stank face at the very idea of you doing such a thing.

It takes every bit of your self-control not to jump up and hit the griddy at the fact he admitted you were right, but you play it cool. "Well, I'm glad we're in agreement on that," you mutter.

He finally lifts his gaze to meet yours. "Yeah, me too." He gives you a sheepish grin then walks to the nightstand and picks up a goblet of wine before offering it to you. "I thought you might like a drink since your girls' night got ruined."

"Thanks." You accept the glass of wine and take a few swallows while he looms over you. "You're not trying to get me liquored up are you?" you tease, watching as he walks to an armchair that he's pulled close to the bed. "Nope," he answers, dropping into the oversized chair. "I made a promise and I intend to keep it."

You take a few more sips of wine and watch as he shifts his weight to get more comfortable. You notice that he's shut off the overhead light and turned on a bedside lamp; the warm amber glow highlights his ridiculously sexy jawline. It also highlights the fact that he's already semi-hard inside his slinky gray shorts.

While your gaze lingers on his crotch, he spreads his legs even wider. You lick your lips and enjoy the view for a bit before raising your eyes to meet his; he hits you with a slow-burn grin so cocky that it takes everything you have not to hop off the bed and get on your knees for him. Instead, you take a few deep breaths to try and steady your hammering pulse before finally speaking.

"You ready?"

"I stay ready," he brags, pulling both legs of his shorts up several inches to reveal his muscular thighs.

Damn, you think, as the realization hits you that you have 100 percent played yourself. Can't back down now. -- You kill the last of the wine and lean over to place the empty goblet on the nightstand. You can practically feel the heat of Joe's gaze on you as you turn to lock eyes with him. "I'm just gonna lay it out matter-of-fact, okay? I'm not trying to turn you on."

"You don't have to try to turn me on, baby girl. That's automatic." His dirty grin elicits an almost painful throb of desire deep inside you; you drop your gaze to the floor and try to steady your breathing. Why am I so nervous? you think to yourself. I've banged this man in every way imaginable saying filthy things to him, but now I'm shy?

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to." Joe's voice breaks into your inner monologue and you shake your head. "I'm good. Just gathering my thoughts. -- So, ummm, I was gonna strip down to just the thong and get you to lay on your back. -- Uhhhh, on the floor or the bed, either one I guess." Girl please, you think to yourself, his dick is gonna shrivel up if you keep being so awkward. A quick flick of your gaze down to his crotch tells you that is definitely not happening. Feeling a little bolder at the sight of his obvious erection, you forge ahead. "So, you're on your back, right?"

"Yeah," he whispers, fisting his hands even harder in his slinky shorts.

"So then I was gonna straddle your face …"

He moans low in his throat as you continue.

"I thought you might like to tongue me through the tiny mesh thong. You think you'd like that?"

"I'd love that," he groans, rearranging his hard-on without breaking eye contact.

"Then when I'd teased both of us enough, I was gonna reach down and pull the thong to the side and grind my bare pussy on your face."

He makes a strangled noise and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Hold on a sec," he whispers.

The sight of him struggling for control sends your own arousal into overdrive. "Joe," you plead. "I need you inside me."

"I can't," he shakes his head. "I promised no sex tonight."

"I'm so turned on it literally hurts," you whine. "I know you wanna punish yourself, but you're punishing me too!"

His head snaps up and he meets your gaze. "Look, I made a promise that I wouldn't fuck you tonight, but that doesn't mean I can't get you off. You want some help?"

"Yes! Please!"

He springs off the chair in a fluid motion, eyes roaming your body as he approaches you. "Lay back," he orders, dropping to his knees at the side of the bed; when you comply, he grips your waist and pulls you forward, sighing in satisfaction when your feet come to rest on his broad shoulders. He hooks a finger inside the crotch of your thong and yanks it to the side, immediately burying his long, agile tongue deep inside you. You slide both hands into his hair, holding on for the ride as he tongue-fucks you with smooth, steady strokes.

After several minutes of his delicious teasing, you're begging for release. "Please, Joe, I'm so close!" you whimper, squirming underneath him as he runs his hot tongue up to your clit, licking and sucking on the sensitive bud while sliding two fingers deep inside your aching core. "Don't stop!" you beg, your back arching off of the bed as his fingers and tongue hit a perfect rhythm.

You scream his name as your climax hits and scream again as he bullseyes your G-spot with his long fingers, teasing every bit of pleasure out of you as your body trembles with release. Everything fades to black for a second and your cries of pleasure ring in your ears as you gasp for breath.

After your pulse slows down a bit, you push yourself up to a sitting position and look at Joe; his head is laying on your thigh and his large frame is completely still. "That was intense," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair a few times. "You good?" you finally ask after he doesn't respond.

"I just need a minute," he mumbles. "If I get the tiniest bit of friction on my dick, I'm gonna make a mess in my shorts."

"Let me help you with that," you urge. "Nope," he retorts. "I made a promise."

"You promised not to fuck me tonight, but it's not tonight anymore."

"What do you mean?"

You slide a hand into his sweaty hair and pull just hard enough to lift his face off of your thigh. Once you establish eye contact you lean in close. "It's midnight," you whisper, gesturing at the clock on the bedside table. "So technically it's tomorrow." You grace him with a filthy grin once his lust-addled mind registers what you're saying.

Within a few seconds, he's stripped both of you completely naked and crawled on top of you. You bite down on his shoulder just the way he likes as he slides inside you, both of you moaning when he bottoms out. Just before you lose yourself to the delicious sensation of his thick cock moving inside you, a quick thought flashes through your mind; he may drive you crazy on occasion, but life with Joe is never boring.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

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crossdressingdeath · 6 months

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Astarion: Well done again on besting Bhaal and all that. It was very twee. Astarion: Especially the part where that poor excuse for a skeleton waved his magic wand and made it all better. Kyvir: I am myself at last. You don't need to fear anything from me ever again. Astarion: Yes, you were so very scary. Astarion: I knew you had that sweet heart all along. I was alarmed by you sometimes, scandalised even, but somehow by your side, I still only ever saw you.

I also liked the part where Withers made it all better! Very convenient!

But I will say, Astarion's dialogue is the only one that feels a bit like rather than not mentioning Durge dying he's Not Mentioning Durge dying. If that makes sense? Like, with the others it feels like they didn't even notice, but Astarion going "Oh yes, that was all very twee, I especially like the bit where the skeleton waved his magic wand and made it all better" can easily be read as him just not being able to face the fact that Durge fully died for defying their father and it was only Withers happening to be there and happening to like them enough to intervene that kept that from sticking. In snarking about how nice it was that Withers snapped his fingers and made it all better Astarion is at least acknowledging that there was something to make better, which the others don't.

Astarion being utterly unconcerned about his own safety regarding his lover occasionally being possessed with the overwhelming, uncontrollable need to kill but extremely concerned about their mental well-being is one of my favourite things about the dynamic between him and Durge. I definitely have to get the act 2 scene next time instead of immediately murdering Isobel the first time I talk to her, I feel like that'll add something to this. Astarion being so determined not to be afraid of Durge is a very sweet part of the relationship between them, and it's especially good if you play Durge as equally determined not to be afraid of Astarion, vampire or no. Sure, Astarion is occasionally a little freaked out by Durge (only an idiot wouldn't be) and it's not that he doesn't realize that Durge could kill him really very easily, but... well, it's like he says. Even when they're at their most Bhaalspawn-like, he still only sees them. The sheer affection in "I knew you had that sweet heart all along" is so good. Redeemed Durge x spawn Astarion is so fantastic because it's basically these two people who can't see any good left in themselves but see so much in this person they love. It's two people who are convinced they can't be good but are determined to push the other to embrace their own goodness, I can't get enough of it.

#bg3 #durge #astarion #durge x astarion #not sure if this is romance-exclusive dialogue or not (that last line definitely is i think) but it's. it's so soft

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lovely-lying-loveable-liar · 5 months

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Can you please write something about Hasan's girl getting her nipples pierced as a surprise?

You were being really suspish...

He never ever ever accuses you of cheating on him, but things are getting weird.

It all started on Saturday.

You said you were going out with friends for lunch and that you'd be back at around 5pm.

Cool, good, fine!

You got back dead on 5 and the day went on like normal!

Until bedtime.

You'd been dating/married for a couple years now, so it was out of the ordinary for you to get changed for bed in separate rooms...

But, he shrugs it off

I mean- you did have a shower before bed, but it was still a little out of place.

But, what made him very confused was how you wiggled around, trying to get comfortable in his arms.

When you winced after his arms moved against your chest, he loosened his grip, a little shocked

After dismissing his concern, he found it hard to fall asleep but seemingly managed to in the end because he woke up to an empty bed next to him.

Entering the bathroom gave him full view of you in the bath

This was a normal, domestic thing you guys would indulge in, one of the quieter times of life...

Watching as he brushed his teeth, shaved, combed his hair, got dressed, etc. all while soaking in the tub of luxuriously warm water.

But today, you quickly hugged your knees to your chest, seeming just a twinge of discomfort with the situation.

"Sorry..."

That was what shocked him most. He hadn't said sorry for walking in on you in the bathroom in years, so the word felt strange in his mouth. It shocked him more than his retraction from the room and his instinctual move to close the door behind himself.

Later that day, he felt a low, low twinge down below...

So, he obviously seeked out your comfort for it.

Finding you in the living room folding laundry, Hasan smiled at you softly, letting out a suggestion of a greeting, before moving you gently so you were bent over slightly.

He reached in front of you to raise your hoodie up, but a pair of familiar hands came down and pushed his away. That was a normal occurrence though, it was winter, so you obviously wanted to stay as warm as possible.

Your hands moved his so they were instead wrapped around you, cradling your soft tummy.

"Be gentle, I've got achy boobs..."

"Awh, honey! You okay?"

"Yeah- just..- just- it's probably my period."

Weird.

You never stuttered.

Well.

Sure, you did. Did. Used to.

Not anymore. Not this far into your relationship.

BUT!!! DESPITE EVERYTHING!

He let

Things *kept* happening, he *kept* being suspicious, you *kept* having weird reactions, you *kept* breaking habits of your daily life.

Until, finally.

One day, maybe a week after that first Saturday, you came bounding up to him.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hasan! Hey! Hasaaaaan!!! Has! Hasanabi! Heyyyy!"

"Wha- what?!" He chuckles

"C'mon!!!"

"Where? Why? What?" He smiles wide.

"C'mon! C'mon!"

"Okay! Alright, I'm comin'."

You then slink away, upstairs, and in the bedroom before he can turn around after putting his phone away.

Plodding to the bedroom, he looks at the array of pictures on the way.

The one by the front door was the first ever picture you guys took together as a couple.

The one next to it being your first picture as a married couple that wasn't your wedding pictures.

Said wedding photos ascended up the stairs.

And- oh- that's your tits.

There.

In front of him.

After he opened the bedroom door.

But- what was- what was that?

Was- no... "WHAT?!"

"Yeah!"

"You- wh- woah... holy- honey."

The pet name sounds like a scold, but you can tell it's playful.

"When did this happen?!"

"Saturday!"

"Is that why you were so much weirder than normal?"

"Weird?!"

"They look so good! Where'd you get them done?"

"Sam's Tattoo shop, by the coffee shop."

"Nice! May I?"

"They're yours."

"Fuck yeah they are... woah... I like the ones you chose!"

Despite being able to keep up the normal, unphased tone, his dick was not able to keep up with the air of normalcy you both had decided to implement into this revelation.

Soon, you both devolved into creatures.

He was obsessed with how they felt in his mouth, against his hands, how cold they were compared to your rising body temperature...

He takes so many pictures of them <3

He starts buying you clothes in which he'll be able to see them through.

Supports #freethenip so much harder now.

#hasanabi x reader #hasanabi smut #hasan piker smut #hasan piker x reader

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gyunmiraculous · 1 year

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If You Would Stay

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing(s): Luka Couffaine/Reader, Minor Background Juleka/Rose

WC: 1.2k

Genre: FLUFF. pure fluff, that's it~

A/n: Okay, I haven't written in 1st pov in YEARS now but I really really love Luka and I wanted to write something for him! This is not as good as usual for me but I still hope you enjoy it :) I can't believe this is the first thing I wrote for this fandom ㅠㅠ

Also readable on ao3 here!

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Clear strums of the guitar echoed around the deck of Liberty the moment I stepped on it. My eyes immediately flitted to where a familiar tall figure was sitting, his instrument gently held like one would do a lover. Luka's eyes were on the fretboard but his smile spoke that he knew I was there.

The thought of him smiling because of me made me flush, even if it was merely wishful thinking. Before I could make my way over to him, I felt a hand slip around mine. Rose looked at me with a bright smile as she dragged me to where she had kept her lyric notebook open.

"You have to read it and tell me what you think!" She said, buzzing with excitement. I looked around but couldn't see Juleka, which Rose noticed and leaned in to say in a whisper, "I made her go away so I could show this to you in secret. It's a song I wrote for her…"

"Oh!" I gasped, my face lighting up. There was really nothing more romantic than having someone write a song for you, in my opinion. To see Rose do something like this for Juleka was very heartwarming. "That's such a lovely idea, Rose! I'm sure she would absolutely love it."

"I hope so too," Rose giggled through her nervousness and pressed her notebook in my hand so I could give her my feedback. I read through the words on the paper slowly, building their story in my head based on them.

"This is so good, Rose," I said in awe once I was done, looking around to check that Juleka still hadn't come back. "She will cry. I know I would if someone wrote me a song like this. I shouldn't have expected any less of our resident hopeless romantic."

I nudged her playfully but Rose, in her excitement, swatted at me harder than I expected, making me lose balance and falling down on my butt. I mumbled a small "ow!" of pain at that. Rose gasped and leaned down, apologising over and over as she helped me stand up.

"It's okay, Rose," I reassured her as I dusted off the back of my jeans. A warm hand suddenly rested on my shoulder, making me flinch in surprise. I turned around to find Luka staring down at me in concern from a very close distance. Too close.

My face flushed at the proximity and panicking, I flung my arm outward but instead of getting pushed back, Luka caught my arm in time, as gentle as ever.

"Easy there," he said softly, lowering our hands but not letting my wrist go. My brain malfunctioned at the prolonged contact and I just let out an incoherent, "huh?" before realising that I was being weird.

"Uh, I mean, I'm sorry Luka!" I blushed, embarrassed at myself. He just laughed, waving it off.

"Are you okay though?" He asked, features contorting into an expression of concern again. "Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Why would I get hurt, silly, I almost hit you!" I laughed nervously.

"I meant your fall, (y/n)."

Oh.

"Oh that," I said sheepishly, feeling foolish again. Ugh. Why does this always happen around Luka?! "I'm fine. It… doesn't hurt."

Luka studied me carefully for a few seconds then nodded, a smile taking over his face again. Someone cleared their throat in the background causing the two of us to startle. He dropped my hand in the process but I was too swamped looking at the now present Kitty Section to fully let the disappointment sink in. Juleka looked amused while Rose looked positively aglow, like she had discovered a mine of treasure. Oh no.

"Oh, hey guys," I said in panic, not wanting her to even blurt out about my crush on Luka. No, nope. We are not going to touch uncharted territories. "Juleka, did you hear the song?"

"What song?" She asked, confused. Rose's smile dropped in alarm and she grabbed her notebook real quick.

"Why don't you ask Rose?" I said with a teasing smile, relaxing now that the attention was off me. Juleka looked inquiringly at her girlfriend who blushed. The blond held her hand for a second before tugging her inside to where her room was. Ivan just shot me and Luka a small smile before settling down where Rose was sitting and getting his phone out. Probably to talk with Mylene.

"Hey, (y/n)?" Luka's voice sounded hesitant and I looked up at him curiously through the corner of my eyes. Upon closer inspection, I realised his cheeks seemed to be dusted with pink. But, it couldn't possibly be because of me… right? "There's… something I want to show you. I mean, something I want you to hear."

"Yeah?" I smiled encouragingly. He rubbed the back of his neck and I realised that for the first time, I was seeing Luka Couffaine being nervous. It evoked a bit of hesitancy in me too; because what could make Luka nervous? Calm, kind and mature Luka? Was it something bad?

Before my thoughts could spiral into more worrisome concerns, he picked up my hand that he had dropped and gently tugged it to beckon me over to where he was sitting before. We crossed over there and he immediately picked up the guitar he had been playing when I had appeared. My mind cleared the doubts; Luka wanted me to listen to a song.

"W- well," he lightly scratched the tip of his nose, cheeks flushing more. His eyes flitted around everywhere except my face. "I guess Rose and I had the same idea…"

Huh?

I stood there dumbfounded as Luka started playing the guitar. The music was soft but clear, and the words spilling out of his mouth tugged at my heartstrings.

"...You are the song stuck inside my head,

You are the one, that's what my heart said,

The tune I hear at any time of the day,

You are my song, so if you would stay…"

If he had the same idea as Rose… then did that mean Luka wrote a song for me? Were these words for me? My brain went into overdrive just as Luka finished the song with one last strum. He looked up at me hopefully, lips pressed into a nervous smile.

"...you wrote this for me?" I asked quietly after a few seconds of silence. He nodded shyqly, cheeks heating up even more than before. I could feel my own cheeks mirroring the action. "Luka, that was such a sweet song! To say that I'm the song stuck inside your head… Oh, I am not as good at making music like you to tell you this, but Luka. You are the music that my heart beats to."

"(Y/n)," he placed the guitar aside and stood up, arms coming around to wrap my waist in his hold. He brushed away the hair that was whipping onto my face from the wind and placed a gentle kiss on top of my forehead. "Will you do me the honour of having you not just in my heart and head… but also in my arms to hold?"

I smiled and got onto my tiptoes, sneaking in to press a butterfly kiss on Luka's lips. The action made him close his eyes and the blush on his cheeks rose again. I giggled.

"Only if you do the same to me."

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #luka x reader #luka couffaine x reader #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #juleka x rose #fanfic #mlb au #miraculous fanfic #gyunmiraculousau #oneshot

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Hi hi it's me again! I hope it's ok to send another request 👉👈

I had this idea where y/n is an Avenger and has the power to shape shift her appearance to look however she wants. She doesn't use her real name, and when she's with the avengers she always looks like a really tall and fit beautiful woman, so everyone just assumes that's how she really looks. She gets along with everyone except for Loki who's oddly cold towards her and they kind of bicker a lot. He doesn't know why, but he just has a feeling in his gut that she's hiding something, so he doesn't trust her like everyone else does. Then one day when out in the city, maybe at a library or cafe, Loki bumps into y/n without any disguise on, and she looks the opposite of how she always makes herself look around the avengers, so Loki doesn't even recognise her. Knowing he doesn't recognise her, she doesnt tell loki who she is and instead she tells him her real name, pretending to be strangers, and over time the two bond and become really close, because she's being more herself without her disguise on and loki grows to trust her and fall for her. But just as he's about to confess his feelings one day, he somehow finds out y/n is the same woman as the shape-shifting avenger, and he feels betrayed and hurt that she hid that from him all this time. She has to finally confess everything to loki that she was always really insecure about her appearance so chose to always shape-shift into someone more beautiful 99% of the time, thinking no one would ever like the real her, and when loki accidentally bumped into the real her, she thought he'd never like someone who looked like her as more than a friend, so kept up the lie in the hopes at least the beautiful avenger version of herself might one day have a shot with him 🥺

Sorry that was suuper long, I hope it makes sense and I'm really sorry it's a lot 😅 thank you so much for all your wonderful fics I love them all so so much aasjfhsf ❤️❤️❤️

ERHMEGHERD!!!!!!! this is an absolutely wonderful idea!!!! Love....love....love it!!!!! And you can send as many requests to me as you like!!! I thoroughly enjoy reading them and am honored you send them to me!! 🥰🥰🥰 thank you so much!! I hope this turns out the way you hoped!! 💚💚💚

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Pairing: Avenger Loki x shape-shifting f! Readed

Warnings: self esteem issues, self deprecating thoughts, body issues, lies, shape-shifting, chubby reader, minor betrayal, hurt feelings, angst, fluff, swearing

Summary: you had always hidden yourself away, never feeling enough....until one day you realize you are....

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout......sorry this is super long!! Lol totally got away from me haha

You looked in the mirror, closing your eyes you concentrated feeling the change wash over you making you shiver. No matter how many times you had done it you would never get used to the feeling. Opening your eyes meeting familiar but different ones, you pushed your long purple hair back over your shoulder, the baggy clothes now snug against your tall frame. You reached up, stretching and bending as you adjusted to this form "well, time to face the day." You said smiling at the person in the mirror before walking to the door heading towards the kitchen.

You walked in seeing it empty making you release the breath you were holding. Relishing in the silence you grabbed a bowl form the cabinet filling it with cereal, turning to the fridge you leaned over grabbing the milk jumping as you stood up "Holy shit Loki!' You yelled seeing the god had appeared out of nowhere. "Apologies, did I catch you off guard...amethyst." He sneered walking around you. "You just startled me is all." You smiled returning to your bowl. "What are your plans today?" You asked offering him a smile "I do not believe that is your concern." He snarked putting the kettle on the stove "what is your problem?" You asked slamming the milk on the counter. You stood your ground as he turned to you meeting your eyes, this form only slightly shorter then him "I simply do not see why you want to know...we are not friends." He said crossing his arms.

You sighed looing down "Loki, I've tried to get to know you but you don't make it easy." You said grabbing the milk putting it back "because I don't trail after you as my brother does, or because I don't fawn over you as the captain does?" He asked tilting his chin up "I've only ever wanted to be friends with you Loki but you refuse!" You said slamming the fridge closed "I do not need any friends, especially ones such as you." He sneered "what is that supposed to mean?" You asked crossing your arms "you may have the others under your spell, but I am not fooled as easily." He said stepping forward "there is...something you are hiding, something the others don't know." He said staring into your eyes. You swallowed hard trying to avoid his gaze "I don't know what.." he cut you off "yes...please try to lie to me." He smiled making your nervous. "Forget it, I have to go." You said stepping around him towards the hall.

"Oh, hello lady amethyst." Thor said stepping into the room "Hey Thor." You said quickly walking past him. "Brother, what did you do?" Thor asked stepping up to the counter "you assume it was me?' He asked arching his eyebrows "loki, everyone knows you don't like her, which is puzzling." Thor laughed sitting down "and why is that?" Loki asked grabbing a mug "because, she is tall, beautiful, the exact type you would have bedded many times on Asgard." Thor smiled seeing Loki roll his eyes "there is something off about her, she's hiding something." Loki said sternly. "I do not trust her." He continued as the kettle screamed "you do not trust anyone brother, give her a chance." Thor said standing leaving the room. Loki looked at the clock slamming his cup down "norns, now I am going to be late." He said quickly hurrying to his room.

You adjusted your dress, stuffing your other outfit into your bag unlocking the stall. Walking to the sink you checked your phone seeing Loki was going to be there anytime. "Ok...everything is fine." You closed your eyes taking a deep breath, opening your eyes meeting familiar ones. "Welcome back." You said to yourself fluffing your hair. Pulling your skirt down covering as much as the dress allowed you grabbed your bag walking out into the Cafe. You looked around, releasing a breath seeing Loki wasn't there yet you walked up to the counter ordering your usual caramel machiotto and his earl grey tea. Grabbing the cups you made your way through the Cafe to your usual booth feeling everyone's eyes on you. You sighed, taking a seat setting his cup across from you as you rubbed your temples.

This was your usual spot when you needed an escape from the tower, where you could be another faceless person in the crowd. No one knew who you were, what you could do. And after Thor and Loki moved into the tower it became essential. You had wanted nothing more then to get to know Loki, the way he carried himself, his velvet soft hair you wanted to wrap your fingers in, his laugh that made your heart flutter at the sound only intensified the evergrowing feelings you had for him. But no matter how many men oogled you as "amethyst", loki wouldnt give you the time of day. It was puzzling watching him flirt with other women at Tony's parties while completely ignoring your existance, until the arguments began. You had grown accustomed to his coldness towards you but something had changed, everytime you were in the same room he had a snarky comment, a rude remark ready to sling at a moments notice and if you were honest it broke your heart.

Four months ago, after a rather nasty argument with Loki you came here to deflate, to try to pull yourself together. Ordering your coffee you turned only to run into the one man you were trying to get away from. You craned your neck looking up at him, your original form being considerably shorter "my apologies, I wasn't watching where I was going." He smiled down at you grabbing your elbow to steady you "oh i..its ok, really. No harm done." You smiled up at him noticing he hadn't let go of your arm "my name is Loki." He smiled releasing your elbow holding his hand out. You stared at it for a minute before slowly reaching out "y/n, my names y/n." You smiled as he leaned down kissing the back of it. "If I may be so bold, are you here with anyone?" He asked straightening "n..no, I'm on my own...you?" You asked shifting back and forth "I am as well, I needed to get away for a while." He said. "Well, you could join me...if you want to." You said seeing him smile. "I would love to." He said following you to your booth. You shook your head, clearing the memory when the bell above the door rang and a head of dark curls walked in.

"My apologies darling, had a bit of an issue at work." He smiled sitting down. "It's ok Loki, I ordered your tea." You smiled looking down "you are my hero dove." He said sipping his drink. You looked up at him, his bright green eyes shining at you like stars in the night sky. You wanted to tell him, everything in you wanted to yell the truth at him, tell him who you really were but you knew it would make him hate you and you couldnt lose him. He hated amethyst, of course he would hate you too. "Is something wrong darling?" He asked pulling you out of your thoughts "no, no I'm fine, what happened at work?" You asked changing the subject. "Oh it was nothing, we have a team member, amethyst and I simply do not trust her." He said making you cringe. "Oh, why is that?" You asked fidgeting with your cup "everyone trusts her implicitly, but there is something, I can't quite place it but I will figure it out." He said sipping his tea

"enough about me, tell me about your day darling." He smiled leaning forward on the table. You did your best to swallow your heartache he didnt trust you as you sipped your coffee "Well, nothing too exciting honeslty, i..." you were cut off by his phone ringing "sorry dear one second." He said looking down at the screen "I am very sorry but I have been called on a mission so I must go." He said standing up. You stood with him as he tucked his phone back in his pocket "I should be back in a couple of days, I will call you as soon as I return." He smiled "ok, be careful please." You said, stepping forward wrapping your arms around him "I will darling, do not worry." He said hugging you back. You closed your eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart knowing this was the only way you would ever be this close to him.

He pulled back holding your arms "I will see you soon." He said grabbing his cup as he walked out of the shop. You flopped back down in the booth sighing "your a coward y/n." You said to yourself as your phone buzzed, pulling it out seeing it was Steve telling you you were paired with Loki on a mission leaving in twenty. "Fuck!" You yelled, throwing your phone in your bag you looked up seeing everyone staring at you "sorry." You said grabbing your things your quickly made your way back to the tower wishing you could brake your leg on the way.

"Loki, where are you!?" You yelled into the coms, stabbing another agent as he lunged at you. "Worry about yourself agent." He sneered into the earpiece. "We are supposed to be working together loki!" You yelled, quickly shifting into a snake as another group of agents ran in "I do not work with liars." You heard as you slithered away from the earpiece. "Hey, ever seen a purple snake?" You head one of them ask, lifting your head seeing them all looking at you you closed your eyes shifted again, this time turning into the hulk...well a purple one. "Shit!" One of them yelled as you barreled at them, knocking them through the wall into the other room before stumbling back. You hated shifting into something this large, it took too much energy to maintain but with Loki a no show you didn't have a choice. You leaned on a desk, trying to catch your breath hearing footsteps running into the room "amethyst?" You heard Loki's voice making you turn. You closed your eyes, slowly shifting back to your alias as he walked into the now destroyed room.

"Um, you may want to.." he trailed off looking away waving his hand. You looked down in shock remembering when you shifted earlier you left your clothes in the corner. You quickly walked over, stepping into your suit, zipping it up you teetered to the side holding your head "what is wrong with you?" He snapped walking towards you "n..nothing...mm fine." You mumbled grabbing the folder you had come for "just tell me." He said grabbing your arm "why? It's not like you give a shit." You snapped turning back to him seeing two of him. "I do not want the team to think I have done something to you." He said releasing you "yes, c..cause it's all about you." You said, feeling tears well in your eyes "if it were up to you, you would let me die wouldn't you?" You snarked, stepping nose to nose with him when you heard something behind you.

You felt him grab your shoulders, trying to move you when a loud bang sounded through the room. A sharp pain shot through your back making you gasp and arch into him gripping his arms when he turned you holding you to him as he threw a dagger across the room with the other. "L..loki...what..." you stuttered, trying to reach behind you "amethyst, look at me." He said sternly making you look up. "You will be fine, we're going back to the jet." He said quietly staring into your eyes "n..no, y..you go." You said shakely feeling your knees buckle "no, we go together." He said stenrly pulling your arm over his shoulder. "Close your eyes." He said. Doing as he asked you looked down feeling a lurching feeling in your stomach before he began to pull you forward "we are almost there." He said. You looked up seeing the jet in front of you

"l..loki." you gasped, pain radiating through your chest as you stumbled forward hitting your knees on the ground "no, get up." He said pulling your arm "i...I can't." You breathed feeling the familiar tingle in your body, dread filling you at what was about to happen "l..leave me!" You urged trying to pull free "no, you will get up now." He said sternly pulling you to your feet when your knees gave out again. "Your going to make me carry you aren't you?" He snarked, reaching behind your knees lifting you up "i..I'm sorry." You rushed out feeling your lungs tighten "it was only an argument, it is..." you cut him off "n..no...i...I'm sorry f..for..." you tried to take a breath in but it felt like there was a weight on your chest "stop talking, reserve your energy." He said walking up the ramp to the jet, laying you on a gurney you felt him pull the straps around you as your body began to change.

"Y...y/n?" He said shakely. You opened your eyes looking up at him seeing shock written across his face. You lifted your arm, seeing your fingers and hand were no longer thin and slender. "Loki.." you whispered feeling tears in your eyes when he stepped back "w..what is this? Have you been following me? How did you..." he trailed "n..no, I...I didn't..." You said grabbing your chest "i..." you gasped looking to the ceiling seeing black spots floating in your vision "you will explain when we return." He said sternly placing an oxygen mask on you. You looked up trying to memorize his face as your eyes slowly closed.

You opened your eyes, the bright light above you making you squint when you tried to lift your arm, a clang drawing your attention when you glanced down seeing a handcuff around your wrist and attached to the bar on the gurney. "What the.." you started when someone cleared their throat, looking up seeing Tony bringing a chair over sitting down next to you "so, what's the story?" He asked crossing his arms sitting back. You sighed, trying to sit up, wincing at the pain in your back "my name is y/n, I was born with the ability to shift into whatever from I chose." You said looking down "I chose amethyst, because.." you trailed off waving your free hand over yourself "amethyst is tall, beautiful, desirable...y/n is...not." whispering the last part you saw Tony shift in his seat. "Prove it, shift to amethyst." He said watching you intently. You closed your eyes focusing feeling the tingle run through you, opening them seeing Tony nodding "tell me something only you would know." He said glaring.

You sighed looking down again "two years ago you were in the lab late at night, you fell asleep at your desk and Clint snuck in with a permanent marker and drew a..." he cut you off "ok ok, your you, but kid why did you lie?" He asked "I just thought, If no one wanted the real me, maybe they would want this." You said waving your arm again. "Amet...y/n, your beautiful the way you are, you don't need to hide yourself." He said making you laugh. "W..where is Loki?" You asked looking up "in his room I think, he hasn't come out since you got back a few days ago." He said as you nodded. "I'll go get Bruce and see when you can go to your room." He said standing up unlocking the cuffs. "Thanks Tony." You said seeing him smile as he walked out.

Bruce had cleared you to go back to your room, making sure you didn't do anything strenuous or he would make you come back. You tentatively agreed and were sent on your way. You spent the next couple of days in your room, trying to rest but your conscience was eating you alive. Everytime you closed your eyes you saw the look on Loki's face as you laid on that gurney, the betrayal written on his face as he watched you shift. You sat up, seeing it was past two am and decided it would be safe to go for a snack. You got up, slipping your robe on you looked in the mirror, taking a deep breath as you walked to the door going out for the first time as yourself.

You walked into the kitchen freezing seeing Loki sitting at the counter sipping tea. You started to back up, heading back to your room when his voice caught your attention "you do not have to leave, I'm going." He said standing up not looking at you as he placed his cup in the sink "l..loki wait, please." You asked as he proceeded to walk past you as if you weren't there "loki...please just listen." You pleaded grabbing his arm as he pulled it from you "listen to what? How you lied to me..manipulated me in to caring for you?" He snapped taking step towards you "n...no, I didn't mean..." he cut you off with another step "didn't what, mean to get caught? How long was your plan to last hmm?" He asked, his eyes boring into you "no! Loki please.." you trailed off taking a step back "it wasn't like that." You said wrapping your arms around yourself "oh it wasn't? Then pray tell what was it about?" He asked crossing his arms.

You took a deep breath looking into his eyes "i...I wanted to tell you...so many times I wanted to." You said feeling your eyes burn "but i...I was a coward, yes I lied...yes I hid it from you but..." you trailed off looking down "when you look like this...you would kill to be anyone else." You said. "When you first came here I liked you, like alot." You huffed a laugh wiping your cheek "and I saw the women you flirted with and I knew..." you said looking up seeing his eyes soften "I would never have a chance. Im not thin, or pretty or what they are...so yes I lied...I kept up the illusion hoping maybe one day she would have a shot." You laughed feeling a tear run down your cheek. "And when I ran into you at the coffee shop I panicked, I wanted to say something but you were so nice, and kind and just...perfect" you whispered looking down at your feet. "I didn't want to lose that, to lose you." You said.

"I'm sorry I deceived you, I never meant to hurt you I just...I knew we would never be more then friends and I would rather have you as a friend then not at all." You said shifting back and forth "but I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore, I'll leave you alone." You said quickly walking past him, wanting to be in your room as quick as possible when you felt his hand wrap around your arm "wait...there is something you should see." He said gently turning you around. "You are not the only one hiding y/n." He whispered. You watched him close his eyes, his hands sliding down to yours gripping them tightly. His fingers felt like ice as you looked down seeing his hands turn blue, the color traveling up his arm "loki...what..." you trailed off looking up as his the pale skin of his face turned blue, ridges raising across his smooth skin when he opened his eyes.

"This is me y/n, the real me." He said, his bright red eyes studying you as you stepped closer. "I am not asgardian like my brother, I am jotun...a frost giant...deemed a monster." He said looking down "I was lied to my entire life by the man who raised me to hate my own kind, that they were beasts. So, I hid behind my own illusion not letting anyone see me, because i believed no one could ever love what i am." He said looking down at your joined hands "but, your beautiful." You said as his eyes met yours "so are you dove?" He smiled reaching up cupping your cheek.

"If I am being honest, I was enchanted with you the moment I ran into you. Your smile, your bright beautiful eyes, your wit... you are more beautiful then you know." He said smiling "and the day i was called away...we were called away, I was going to ask if you would allow me to court you." He said taking another step forward, his chest pressing to yours "so y/n, will you do me the honor of being mine?" He asked. "I would love nothing more Loki." You smiled leaning into his touch. "May I do something I have wanted to do since I met you?" He asked leaning his face closer to yours "y..yes..." you breathed feeling his lips gently brush yours, it was soft and perfect but you needed more.

You leaned up into him, reaching a hand into his hair you deepened the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip with your teeth hearing him groan, feeling his lips parts you slipped your tongue past them, exploring his mouth feeling his hand wrap around the back of your head, his other sliding around your waist pulling you onto him. You pulled back slightly panting pressing your forehead to his "that was better then I imagined." He whispered making you laugh. "So, would you like to join me for coffee tomorrow?" You asked looking up into his eyes "yes, I would like that very much." He said smiling. "Allow me to walk you to your room." He said lacing his fingers with yours he guided you down the hall, stopping in front of your door he brought your hand to his lips kissing the back of it. "Goodnight y/n, I will see you in the morning." He said releasing your hand making you immediately miss his touch.

"Ok, see you then." You said opening your door slowly walking in. You looked around the dark room, your heart already missing him you looked back seeing him start down the hall "Loki.." you called out watching him turn back with a smile "yes dove?" He asked stepping closer. "Fuck it." You whispered gripping the front of his shirt you drug him to you, latching your lips to his as he let you pull him inside kicking the door closed behind him. For the first time in your life you were never happier to just be you...

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silentmajesticfox · 3 months

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Bellyache

Chapter I: coming home

A/N: its been so long since ive wrote something, and in my drunk brain i felt i could start a series. if its ass, please let me know. i will always take the criticism and also- i just needed to push myself and think maybe its worth it., Gojo is always worth it. i hope whoever reads this enjoys, and t6hank you. <3

Y/N was finally back in Tokyo, coming all the way from Europe, as she had went on a vacation in a sense, it was mainly to learn more techniques around the world and to clear her mind, finally doing some things she dreamed of, she never thought this day would come where she would allow herself to be back here. A lot of people were crowded, conversations buzzing, and car horns going off in the sunset as she crossed the street to go to the bar and food place she had liked going with Shoko for years. She was quite nervous to see her best-friend, though they had kept in close contact.

It has been about a year since Suguru Geto died, and a little less than a year since she saw that white haired, he-who-shall-not-be-named, asshole. It was like loosing a best friend, and a lover all in one consecutive week.. y/n and Satoru had had an on and off relationship for the past 11 years, from puppy love all the way to a more serious relationship at certain points, even marriage and children had been considered. But what honestly made her leave, was there last interaction and most recent break-up..

*flashback, one year ago*

Satoru and y/n were sitting on the stairs outside of the school, they had been sitting in silence for about ten minutes, staring off into the trees and the sky, and avoiding looking at eachother. She clears her throat, knowing it is out of character for Satoru not to say anything for even five minutes, his whole demeanor had changed and he was deep in thought, she felt like she wasn’t even there.

His blue eyes dart over to her, he didn’t need the six eyes to see she was struggling and having internal conflict with herself. However, with everything that had transpired, he really didn’t care anymore, having lost the only best friend he ever had, it was like a chunk of his life essence was stripped from him all over again. “Hm…?” Was all he could muster up, still staring at her. Y/n kind of looked shocked as her eyes met his beautiful blue ones, she mustered up a fake smile that lightly graced her lips, before pondering what to say to him.

“You know... you can talk to me, right?... I know he was your best friend, but it’s been years, Toru’… He chose that path…” Y/n treated lightly, not even doing small talk and just getting what was in her mind off. He scoffed in response, his white brows crinkling as he shook his head, looking away as he felt anger bottling up and threatening to explode any second. “Stop acting like you know everything, y/n. It doesn’t concern you, especially because you weren’t close to him like I was... So, stop prying and acting like you care, because I know you fucking don’t.” The venomous words leaving his mouth, he knew it wasn’t her fault, but he was just so angry. At Suguru, at himself.

Y/n was taken aback, she stared at him, something about the way she was watching him slowly loose himself all over again would make her tear up on spot. She had to stand her ground at least, knowing how stubborn he could be. “I’m not saying that, Satoru… I’m just saying I don’t want a repeat of what happened years ago.. and that you have me to talk to or vent to, its okay to be upset.. You don’t have to take it out on me-“ With that his eyes roll, pushing up his glasses and almost instantly coming back at her. “Repeat what happened years ago? Like it was a chore for you? Are you serious? Like it was you going through that? How about you just leave me alone, you’re honestly just making it worse and I’m done entertaining this conversation..” His words were dark.

“If that’s how you fucking feel, Gojo. I’m not going to sit here and be a verbal punching bag you you while I’m trying to fucking help-. You know I didn’t mean it like that, so get your head out of your ass.” She spit back, adjusting herself and standing up and crossing her arms, a stern look with watery eyes threatened to spill. Much to his dismay, he kept going, saying the words that would end them forever. “You honestly have ruined my life in every way possible, I wish it was you instead of Suguru that left back then, I wish it was you who I had to kill and not him… So do me a favor and fucking leave for good.” And that was final. Tears started streaming as she reached out to smack him, much to her dismay due to his limitless being active almost 24/7. His ocean orbs stared up at her, almost in shock, as she spoke one last time to him. “Fine, wish you would have told me sooner, so I didn’t waste years on you… Have fun with your dead best friend, Gojo. Never speak to me again.” And with that, her heels turned as she stormed off to her dorm. He sat there in silence, even the birds stopped chirping. He then realized that was the worst decision of his life.

*end flashback*

Y/n opened the door to the bar, and the bell jingled. Her weary eyes searched around, until they finally met Brown ones she was desperately searching for. Excitement and Nervousness spread through her, emitting something like a squeal as she practically ran to her best friend, who was standing up from her seat, before crashing into her and almost making both of them fall. “Y/n calm down… We’re too old for this shit..” Shoko said as y/n hugged her so tight, she could barely choke out those words. After almost a full minute, y/n let go giggling to herself and sitting down. “I really can’t help myself, I mean look at you, you’re hair is so long, Shoko!!” Shoko smiled before flipping her hair, a waiter on his way looking at y/n before greeting her. “Long time so see, Y/n!!! Glad to have you back, do you want the usual for both of you?” He asked and she nodded excitingly. “Can you actually make that a double shot for me?” He nods before walking off and Shoko eying y/n.

“A double? y/n its barely 6?” She judged, before they both started laughing. “Never leave me for that long again or I swear I will kill you myself.” Shoko stated, lighting a cigarette and handing one to y/n and lighting both of theres with her lighter.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

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dairy-farmer · 4 months

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Ooooooh Had A Thought >.>

Remember the Justice Lords? There are legit "Evil Who Think They Are Heros Just Doing What Must Be Done(tm)" versions of our beloved Bats. And? Depending on the timeline? Their Reign of terror/Authoritarian takeover? May have started amping up around that time Jason supposedly "pushed" somebody of a building.

Batman may have just... been okay with that. Never lost Jason.

But! Imagine if in this universe he was a BIT more paranoid. Made sure Dick didn't use his family's signature move. Nothing to connect the two. A secret kept secret.

Tim follows for a while but... well... things start getting... DANGEROUS.

No longer the Batman he was supposed to be. Tim stops. Batman has broken his heart. Robin, how could you? Etc.

The Bats go full Dark Timeline. No ones having fun. They try to "Bring Justice, Bring ORDER" to other worlds. Like they did their's.

Get a face full of Absolutely The Fuck Not with a side of Get Out Of Our Reality from the normal JLA. And?? Whoms't is that? There is an extra, BRILLIANT, Robin. Vicious and deadly. Brutal in a fight.

They don't have one.

Why do they not have one? Their realities should be nearly identical. This makes no...

Their Bruce grapples, they are being forced back. They have seconds. There! A lucky grab. Cowl ripped back.

Timothy Drake? They lose footing. Sucked back towards their own reality. The Kryptonian clone preventing them from taking Drake with them. And then it's over.

The others are raging. Cursing and stomping like children. But all they can think is... he? Was RIGHT NEXT DOOR.

And imagine it. You like in a tyranny. The newscasters hide fear behind frozen smiles. God like men and women overthrew everything, kill as they please and change the rules to suit them. It's IMPERATIVE no one suspects you EVER have been anything less then enthusiastically supportive. People disappear for less.

The world went mad before you were ever old enough to do anything about it.

And suddenly? Your creepy, reclusive neighbors, with too much power, somehow connected to The Powers That Be, are acting like they KNOW you. Not your family. YOU.

Acting really, REALLY friendly. Want to Be your friiiiend.

Showing up everywhere.

Your parents trips are suddenly being green lit. But there is an under tone of "don't come back". They are afraid. You are afraid.

Ha ha! Don't WORRY, says your neighbor, he'll look out for you!

You've never spoken.

His hand feels possesive on your shoulder. His children LOOM. Smiling and smiling all around you like beautiful sharks.

You don't understand.

It's like they all share a secret about you that you don't know. They keep poking and prodding, trying to get more and more of you. LEARN more and more about you.

And the lingering touches. So many lingering touches. You're so tense, so tired, you could shake to pieces.

There hasn't been an Ivy attack in YEARS, not since she was...

Yet somehow the buildings hit. JUST your rooms. You're not stupid. Can't breathe. Too hot! Their faces cooing masks of "concern". Oh noooo. They say. How could this HAPPEN? They hum.

Hands already patting and stroking. Scooping you up. And? Tim is not DUMB.

He squirms. Tries to hold on to coherent thought. But it's pointless. He's outnumbered.

And they aren't ANIMALS, they'd protest. They are so very, very sweet. So gentle. So loving. Help their Timmy finally relax and feel so, so good. Hands that guide him up and down. That hold him still while others move. Skin to kiss, a clever little mouth, ready to devour.

So warm. They are OBSESSED.

Just? Imagine getting turned into the Emotional Support Fuck Robin for the Evil Bit Think They're Heroes BatFam all because your ALTERNATE self was a bamf.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can just imagine the GuILT that would hit tim and the other universe when they look into the invading universe to both keep tabs and to make sure they can't come back because dealing with hostile universes is more of 'keep an eye on it' sort of situation. of course its not long before they find out what's happening.

no one but tim had seen the...oddness in the other bats' behavior towards him. tim notes it in his report about how he was unmasked by the other dick moments before they were forcibly sucked into their world and something about the intent look that had been shot at him...unnerved tim. having someone like dick grayson lock on you with that sort of intensity is never a good thing.

so tim is...worried. something in hus gut just turned at the lock the other dick grayson had given him. it wasn't hostile. not like how the other bats had been to their own counterparts. the other bats had been whopping them good. it wasn't until him, cass, steph, and barbara were called in that many of the plans the other bats set up dissolved. but unlike the others there hadn't been such a...lingering sense. the other batman had perked up and drifted their eyes to him when they learned that it had been tim's plan that resulted in the rescue of the other bats. there was something...appraising in that look but also something...hungry. like a starving, half-rabid coyote stumbling across an injured bunny.

it turned tim's stomach and so when the report of the other world comes in tim can't hold back the visceral reaction of what they were doing to their tim. their tim who had nothing to do with bats and who had lived a perfectly normal life with his parents until that bruce sent them away and threatened them with torture and death if they ever returned.

tim can't help him.

THEY. the justice league of his world can't help them. opening portals to other worlds blurs their lines, makes it easier for the influence of one to enter another. the monitoring is just so they can keep an eye on it which they construct whatever barriers they need to to keep their universe separate.

the justice league doesn't like going in to other universes and "saving" or liberating it. its too much of a gray area because then what's to stop them from going into EVERY universe that they find distasteful and doing the same? no. best to keep their noses to their own grindstone and let the universes of others be no matter how torturous it might be.

and so now tim is stuck...watching. and thinking about his cowl being pulled off his face in those final moments while starving eyes dug into him.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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bunji-enthusiast · 1 month

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Idea idea idea because honestly this is like my fav scenario for scourge currently??

Basically the Reader is Sonic's friend, we know Scourge got something against and prob everyone and everything associated with said Blue blur if I remember correctly, but imagine the reader and Scourge in a predicament and they have to work together at least until they get out of said predicament, prob a lot of backhanded comments or something but like after this, Scourge grew to be interested in the Reader, it's like enemies to frenemies to friends to lovers idk I just love him and want to share this 🥹

Murphy’s Law — Scourge The Hedgehog

Note || your so rightttt, I love this idea. So now if I may add onto it extensively with a couple of my own.👁️👁️

WC || 610

This was not how he wanted his day to go, this was worser than worse.

It was horrible.

“COME ON YOU IDIOT!” You shouted, running ahead as you held onto his wrist tightly. As if you were afraid of what would happen if you ever let go of him. “WE’RE GONNA DIE THANKS TO YOU.” Scourge was still rather confused how he ended up in this predicament with you out of every other person conceivable in the universe.

Finally he found his voice as he shouted back, re-adjusting himself as he kept up and stayed alongside you. “YOU DON’T THINK I KNOW THAT?”

A giant dragon was chasing the two of you throughout a cave system, it was supposedly very angry about what the two of you had done. You’d say that it was Scourge who pushed it over the edge for the dragon, who in turn was now very, very angry. Now you two were running for your lives.

Soon enough Scourge ended up overtaking you in speed, now you were the one left behind him. You were near and damn near close to panicking, you certainly didn’t want to die, and especially not Scourge's back being the last thing you see. You pant hard, trying your best to force your leg muscles to trudge on forward and away from the maw of the dragon. Your hand reaches out for Scourge unconsciously, eyes closing to loss of consciousness.

You couldn’t run as fast as you could prior to the first few minutes of this chase, you couldn’t keep up with Scourge anymore.

“Hey! Look over ther-'' Scourge looked back to check on you, eyes filled with a hint of concern. He realized you had passed out, for a moment he had considered leaving you behind, but he couldn’t do that to you. He growled at himself, diving back to grab you and immediately held you close as he ran away from the dragon, incidentally narrowly avoiding death all at once.

Scourge let out a sigh, then continued forward with you in his arms. You certainly were gonna give him an earful later should you wake up anytime soon. That was fine by him, he really didn’t want to associate himself with you anyway.

That would’ve meant association with the stupid blue hedgehog himself.

His legs continue pushing himself forward, keeping you in mind as he continues to run. The light signaling the exit ahead, he zooms straight for it and hopes for the absolute best. Suddenly he can feel himself falling.

“HOLY–”

Scourge grimaces as he braces himself for impact, keeping himself on the bottom as a cushion so he’d rather absorb the impact.

He felt like he almost passed out, with a groan he uprighted himself and held you close, checking for any substantial injuries on your being. Scourge frowns almost, figuring out what he should do. He realizes that Sonic and your friends will be retrieving you soon, so he puts the item right near you.

The exit out of the cave suddenly explodes, he scoffs as he remarks with a grin, “Ka-freakin boom baby.” Scourge begins to walk away, only stopping when he hears a noise escape you. His eyes directed right toward you, his ears pin back and now he was feeling helpless. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t take you with him. That would get your Sonic and the rest of your friends on his ass.

You shiver in your unconscious state, deciding he shouldn’t just leave you like that – he lends his jacket, laying it over you and covering you in order to allow you some warmth.

“Sweet dreams, I guess.”

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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She’s The Housekeeper Prt9: Bond

Yor Briar/ Forger x She/ Her Reader

A/N: Prt8 Alright, here is the last part for the foreseeable future. The first chapter of this story is still my most popular post to date, and it’s so cool to see 800+ notes on something I’ve written. If you managed to stick with me for this long, thank you for your time and support💜! Word Count: ~5,800

Anya ate her breakfast with an extra vigor that morning because today would be the day Loid would take her to the pet shop to find a cute little dog to take home! She inhaled her food so fast, she nearly choked.

“Hey, careful!” (Y/n) cautioned as she pushed Anya’s glass of water closer to her for the little girl to gulp down, “I know you’re excited, but let’s try to avoid having to go to the hospital instead.”

“The dogs aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. You can take your time.” Loid reminded.

“I’m just as excited to look around as you are Miss Anya!” Yor beamed as she put down the burnt omurice she had made, “but please do be careful.”

Anya downed the water and though she was still eating rather quickly, she was pacing herself better than she had a few moments ago.

“Anya is ready to go now!” She declared, sliding off of her chair to fetch her coat.

“Anya, we’re still eating.” Loid called after her, but Anya kept moving, pulling her coat from the rack. Loid sat back in his chair, letting Anya wait by the door. “Are you joining us, (Y/n)? It shouldn’t take terribly long.”

“I wouldn’t mind tagging along.” (Y/n) decided. Maybe she could influence the decision made of what dog they got. Something that was already house trained would be ideal. One that rarely shedded would also be preferable.

“This is going to be so much fun.” Yor hummed, between bite of crispy rice and egg. She offered (Y/n) a bite, and of course (Y/n) had to take it.

“Definitely an improvement over the last one, well done my dear.” (Y/n) praised before downing her water in just a few gulps.

The food really was one of Yor’s better attempts. It was still vile, but (Y/n) didn’t feel like she was in danger of throwing up. (Y/n) wasn’t absolutely insane like Yor’s dear brother Yuri, if Yor’s food made her feel ill, she would simply excuse herself to the bathroom to take care of it, not smile and try to clear the plate faster than she could vomit. (Y/n) shuddered at the memory. The Briar siblings were not normal.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” Anya chanted from the hallway. She simply couldn’t wait any longer, they were wasting precious daylight!

“Let us do the dishes at least, then we will go, Anya. Be patient.” Loid began gathering plates while (Y/n) and Yor went to the sink to wash and dry.

Anya felt like she could explode from the anticipation, but finally all three adults had put away the dishes and put on their coats and they were heading out the door.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” She barked again, swinging Yor’s hand in hers. “Papa,” she asked, turning back to look at Loid, “Do doggies like peanuts?”

“You probably shouldn’t give them too many. It might not be good for them.” He replied, making Anya pout.

“That leaves more peanuts for you, Miss Anya.” (Y/n) provided helpfully, making her smile again.

“Oh, is this the shop right there?” Yor asked.

“That’s it.” Loid confirmed, going ahead of them to open the door for everyone.

Inside were the most fucked up looking dogs that (Y/n) had ever seen. Anya looked severely unsettled and (Y/n) couldn’t say she blamed her.

“Is… is that one flexing?” She asked Yor in a concerned whisper.

“What do you think, Anya?” Loid smiled, “Do you like any of these dogs?”

“No.” Anya wasted no time saying.

“R-really?” Loid’s eye twitched.

“Are you really surprised, Loid? I mean, look at them.” (Y/n) shuddered.

She did have a point… Guess they would have to go to the shelter event instead. A person caught his eye from the back room, flashing him a signal. Now really wasn’t a good time, but if Handler was calling, it must be important.

“Augh!” Loid cried out, clutching his stomach.

“Loid? What’s wrong?” (Y/n) asked, startled by the outburst.

“I, I need to use the restroom! You all can go, I’ll meet you at the shelter.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? We can wait.” Yor offered.

“Papa takes a long time when he goes to the shitter to shit, so we should probably go.” Anya bluntly explained.

“I see…” Yor blushed.

“Eugh, Miss Anya, we didn’t need to know that.” (Y/n) shivered in disgust, “Also, watch your language.”

“Yes, watch your mouth young lady.” Loid echoed before running off to deal with his… ‘problem’.

“Well, guess we should get going then.” (Y/n) decided.

“Yes!” Anya skipped to the door with (Y/n) and Yor following close behind.

Before long, the sidewalks became more congested and the unmistakable sounds of animals flooded the air.

“So this is the adoption event. Wow, it’s even bigger than I imagined!” Yor gushed.

“Yeah, it seems like Loid should’ve brought us here first.” (Y/n) observed.

Puppies, kittens and bunnies! They seemed to have every furry household pet under the sun! Anya ran haphazardly to look into every crate and enclosure she could find.

“Don’t run around Miss Anya, you’ll get lost!” Yor warned.

“Promise us you won’t leave this area with the dogs, okay?” (Y/n) asked.

“Okay…” Anya deflated a bit, but that was fine, there were so many cute doggies to look at and she would get to take one of them home!

The trio walked up to an enclosure together and Yor squeaked with excitement, grabbing (Y/n) by the arm and shaking her around.

“Look at that dachshund’s cute little legs!” She cooed, making (Y/n) smile.

Anya was overwhelmed by all the cuteness. She couldn’t possibly choose just one. They were all so sweet! Standing by the window, something large and white caught her eye, and she turned to see it more clearly, feeling a possible connection with whatever that may be.

(Y/n) and Yor were going over their top picks when one of the ladies working the event approached them offering assistance. (Y/n) and Yor took up the conversation, distracting them from Anya’s sudden disappearance.

“Are there any breeds that are easier to clean up after?” (Y/n) asked.

“Poodles rarely shed, so cleaning up after them is a breeze.” The friendly lady shared.

“You don’t say.” (Y/n) perked up, making Yor smile.

“Or there are smaller breeds, Shih Tzus are very friendly.”

While (Y/n) and Yor were engrossed with the woman’s abundant information, they failed to notice Anya slink outside to follow the shady man and the big white dog she had seen through the window. By the time they had stopped talking with the woman and thanked her for her suggestions, Anya appeared to be long gone. (Y/n) looked up to find her in the crowd, but could not see her anywhere within the dog section and her heart began to rise to her throat.

“Yor,” (Y/n) alerted, grabbing her partner’s arm, anxiety already slipping into her tone, “Do you know where Anya is?”

Yor snapped to attention, scanning all around, a familiar sense of dread pooling in her stomach. She did not like the trend that seemed to be forming every time she let Anya out of her sight or reach for but a few minutes every time they went out in public.

“I- I don’t—“ Yor swallowed thickly, her feet traveled on autopilot, “Miss Anya? Where did you go?!” She called out, a static buzzing growing steadily between her ears.

“I’ll look for her in the kitten section!” (Y/n) yelled after her before running off in a different direction, but she was not heard.

Between the two of them, they must have asked everyone in the event hall if they had seen the little girl, each growing more and more desperate with every shake of a head they received.

Upon getting her latest negative sighting, Yor felt unshed tears burning the corners of her eyes. This was the aquarium all over again, but worse! She turned, expecting to see (Y/n) there, ready to give her a hug and to let her know everything would be alright, but of course she wasn’t there.

Yor had already been so tense and her brain had been so focused on looking for Anya, she had somehow lost her dear (Y/n) along the way! Now she began to really freak out, completely overwhelmed by the crowded venue and the noise pitching around and within her.

Something in her that was already tense, snapped and she jumped up, kicked off of a nearby pillar, and expertly braced herself on the ceiling so she could search from above. Her breathing uneven, she drowned out the noise of the crowd below. She didn’t see Anya. Anya wasn’t there, not even a trace, and that terrified her.

What if she had been eaten by a dog?! No, Yor managed to stop that train of thought. That was unlikely. Someone would surely have noticed something like that. But what if she had been kidnapped again like when they had gone to the aquarium, or when they had gone grocery shopping! What if (Y/n) had been taken too!

An awful image of her beloved and her adopted daughter being carted away by despicable men to be married off to even more vile and cruel men consumed her vision, but then she found a small light, a familiar splash of color, she saw (Y/n) in one of the far corners of the venue, a strange man looming over her.

Without another second of delay, she skillfully swung from the pipes above and dove between them from the ceiling, startling the man enough to make him yelp. Yor prepared to uppercut him into the sun next, to see what kind of sound that would make, but instead (Y/n)’s hand quickly shot out to grasp her bicep and pull her back. Confused, Yor allowed her.

“Where the hell did you come from lady?” The man blinked, bug-eyed, mouth agape.

“She’s the mother. As you can see, she’s worried sick. If you see her little girl, please do not hesitate to let us know.” (Y/n) beseeched, pulling Yor back a bit more to try to knock her out of whatever murder-y thoughts were fogging up her mind.

“Yeah… of course.” The man gave them a weird look then began walking briskly away.

(Y/n) turned to hold both of Yor’s biceps, pressing her thumbs into the fabric of her coat’s sleeves to try to put pressure on the tense muscles beneath.

“Hey, try to breathe, okay? What’s the matter? Besides the obvious.” She cooed.

Yor sobbed, slamming her head hard against (Y/n)’s chest, making a deep thunk sound that rattled (Y/n)’s insides.

“Oof!” (Y/n) winced, but held Yor all the same, rubbing her back comfortingly.

“I- I can’t find Miss Anya! A-and I thought you had gotten taken too!”

“Honey,” (Y/n) murmured, giving a, ‘mind your own business’ smile to anyone who dared curiously look their way, “I told you I would look for Anya over here. You must not have heard me.”

“I guess not.” She sniffed.

“I’m okay. Now take some deep breaths. It’s clear that Anya isn’t in here, we need to go find her, but we can’t be snapping the neck of anyone whose just going about their day.”

Yor made a pitiful sound, but cut herself off halfway through, almost knocking heads with (Y/n) from how quickly she brought her head up.

“What…!” (Y/n) began to ask, but she heard it then too, that sounded like Anya outside!

And she was outside! They could see her through the window! She was barreling down the street… on top of a big, fluffy white dog.

Yor took (Y/n)’s hand and began sprinting in the direction the dog had ran off in. It was a brutal pace, one that (Y/n) couldn’t keep up with and when she tried to communicate to Yor that she would catch up. Yor was having none of it and scooped (Y/n) up into her arms, making quite the spectacle as they zoomed around the people walking by. It hardly mattered to Yor. She wasn’t going to risk losing (Y/n) for real by leaving her behind.

“Down that alley!” (Y/n) pointed.

“Right!”

(Y/n) braced herself, this was the side of her career that she was not trained for, but when they saw a strange man reaching for Anya in the alley, she still let Yor take her by the arms and spin her at a dizzying pace before finally being launched towards Anya.

(Y/n) sailed over the shocked kidnapper’s head, took hold of Anya’s hands, and catapulted her into the air. While Anya was airborne, (Y/n) sprung off of her hands when she hit the ground and flipped into an upright standing position just in time to catch Anya and see Yor smash her foot into the kidnapper’s face.

Yor fell into place beside (Y/n) so that Anya was between them, protected on either side. Anya couldn’t have looked more relieved to see them, looking between them with visible awe and joy.

“You won’t get away with this, Mr. Perverted Kidnapper,” Yor spoke in a measured tone, glaring at the remaining man who had his jaw hanging open, “It is much too early for Miss Anya to get married!”

“Married?” (Y/n) cocked her head to the side. Just what kind of scenarios was Yor imagining?

The gravity of the situation seemed to catch up to Anya then, because she began to cry, grasping onto the coats of both women she wailed,

“Mama! I was so scared!”

“Don’t worry, you’re all right now.” Yor comforted.

“We’ve got you.” (Y/n) assured, wiping Anya’s tears.

Kieth clenched his teeth. Which one was the mother? Ah, it didn’t matter. They’d all have to die if he was going to succeed in his plans.

“Dog! Rip their throats out!” He commanded.

The German Shepherd beside him began to approach, snarling, but then Yor gave one of her most terrifying expressions to date and growled right back with startling ferocity. The dog whimpered pathetically and turned tail, running out of the alley as fast as he could.

“Coward!” Kieth yelled after him.

“Bwah! Mama, I’m scared!” Anya bawled, hiding her face in (Y/n)’s coat, keeping Yor out of her sight.

“Hm? But you’re safe now?” Yor frowned, perhaps not realizing just how frightening her face had been jus a moment before.

“Don’t worry Anya, if that man thinks he can take you from us he has another thing coming!” (Y/n) promised, her mind filled with thoughts of fire and acid.

Yeah, Anya was glad to have those two on her side because they were honestly terrifying.

Voices began to be heard near the mouth of the alley and Keith cursed. All that noise had alerted people from the street, and now they were coming to investigate!

“Come on, come on you stupid mutt!” He hissed at the remaining dog, the big and fluffy white one. He tugged and tugged at the dog’s leash, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Damn worthless beast!” He kicked the dog in anger and fled the scene empty handed.

“He’s getting away!” Yor groaned, but she stood firmly at (Y/n)’s side. There was already one kidnapper she needed to properly detain and she didn’t want to leave (Y/n) and Anya for even a second.

Just how long is Loid going to stay in the bathroom? She mourned internally. His stomach was probably revolting from the breakfast she had made!

“Mr. Dog are you okay?” Anya asked, running up the the dog once (Y/n) put her down.

“Ah, careful Miss Anya! You shouldn’t run up to dogs you don’t know.” (Y/n) warned, trying to stop Anya from going any further.

“Mr. Doggie is no stranger. He saved Anya.” Anya put her hands over her heart, looking over to the dog with gratitude.

“Where did this dog come from, Miss Anya?” Yor asked.

Anya took a deep breath, that question required a very big answer.

“Terrorist bomb dogs?!” Yor blanched.

(Y/n) got on her knees and thoroughly searched the fluffy dog for bombs. Thankfully, there weren’t any. She sighed in relief and gave Yor a shaky thumbs up.

“Anya is sorry for running off without permission…” Anya mumbled, grabbing the hem of her coat between her fingers while she kept her eyes firmly on the ground.

“We’re just glad that you are safe.” (Y/n) knelt to the ground to hug Anya.

“We were so worried about you.” Yor chimed, following her partner to the ground.

“But expect a stern talking to when we get home.” (Y/n) warned.

Anya pouted, but nodded in acceptance and the three, plus the dog, walked out of the alley, tied up kidnapper dragging behind Yor.

They called the police on a nearby public phone to explain the situation, during which Anya suddenly grew restless, shaking the dog.

“Anya don’t be rough with the doggie.” Yor scolded lightly before her attention was brought back to the receptionist on the phone.

“Mama, Mama, sorry, Anya just remembered something. Papa forgot to take toilet paper with him to the potty!” The little girl yelled out of the blue.

“Huh?”

“What?”

(Y/n) and Yor stared on, frozen, as Anya leapt onto the dog’s back and urged him into a run.

“He might be in trouble so I have to go get some from home!”

“Anya, wait!” Yor called, reaching out the hand that wasn’t currently cradling the receiver.

“She’s running off again!” (Y/n) yelled in disbelief, finally sprinting after the blob of pink and white as they rounded the corner.

“W-wait! What about the police?” Yor called after her.

“We told them all we could! Just hang up and leave that guy there, he won’t wake up anytime soon! Let’s go before we lose Anya again!”

“Ah, okay!” Yor rose the receiver back to her ear, “I’m leaving the kidnapper by this phone booth! I have to go now, bye!” She hung up the phone and caught up with (Y/n) before she rounded the corner.

They searched every block, every street within half a mile. (Y/n) finally came to a stop, resting heavily on the guardrail of the bridge they had been speed-walking across.

“Darling, are you alright?” Yor’s voice was laced with worry. She could tell that (Y/n) was breathing quite hard.

“I’ll be okay, I just need a minute.” She wheezed. God, cardio sucks.

While (Y/n) tried not to keel over on the bridge, Yor paced back and forth. The only trace that she had been running at all was the light layer of sweat on her rosy face.

“What if she gets found by the terrorists again? I can’t let that happen!” Yor fretted.

“Maybe she went back to the pet shelter?” (Y/n) suggested between breaths. “At the very least, maybe Loid is finally there?”

Before Yor could speak, a loud honk of a horn and a sharp squeal of tires interrupted her. The scent of burnt rubber permeated the air. Looking down from the bridge, the women saw a car speeding recklessly down the road.

The light caught the windshield just right, allowing Yor to see an unwelcomingly familiar face. The other man who tried to kidnap Anya!

“Him again? How dare he try to take Miss Anya and run away! You won’t get away this time!” She declared, then jumped off of the bridge.

“Yor!” (Y/n) yelled. She tried to reach out for her, but she was too slow. Her hands snapped right to her eyes. Covering them from whatever was about to happen. “Pleasebeokaypleasebeokaypleasebeokay—“

An awful crashing noise reverberated within (Y/n)’s ears and she cautiously lifted her face from her hands. Below, she could see that Yor looked unscathed, thank the stars, but the car looked as if it had been t-boned before crashing into a lamppost.

(Y/n) hobbled down the hill to meet Yor on the street and flung her arms around her, a gesture that was always eagerly returned.

“Are you hurt?”

“Nope!” Yor smiled, “Kicking the car did make my leg feel a little tingly though.”

“My indestructible tank, I love you.” (Y/n) sighed, looking back at the crushed car. “We’ll have to call the police… again.”

They quickly relayed the location of the car and hung up before the responder could ask any follow-up questions. Then they were off to continue their search for Anya.

It was near sunset when they saw Loid walking down the sidewalk towards them. They opened their mouths in a rush to tell him that Anya had run off on a dog, but said girl and dog appeared from the alley between them and they instead slumped over each other in relief.

“What are you three doing here?” Loid asked, “I’m surprised to find you so far from the shelter.”

“Anya was coming to give papa toilet paper.”

“Ah.”

“She ran off on us. Twice.” (Y/n) informed, resting most of her weight against Yor. Now that Anya was with them once more, the exhaustion of running around all day was really starting to get to her.

“Did she now…” Loid looked down at Anya disapprovingly, finally truly noticing the dog beside her. “And who is the dog?

“That is actually quite the story.” Yor rubbed at her cheek with a sheepish smile and retold the events of the day. (Y/n) would occasionally chime in, but ultimately she was too tired to try to censor anything Yor was saying. Somewhere in her brain she knew they probably shouldn’t talking about taking down terrorists without much trouble, but again she was too tired to care.

“I’m sorry all that happened while I was in the bathroom.” Loid finally said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

“Yeah, you were gone all day. Have you considered seeing a doctor, because that is not at all normal.” (Y/n) spoke in a teasing tone, but there was a notable hint of concern in the way her eyebrows scrunched together.

“It was probably because of what I made for breakfast.” Yor bemoaned.

“It has to be something else. The rest of us survived.”

Loid, wanting to put his day long trip to the ‘bathroom’ behind him, began to address Anya and her penchant for running off.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not run off on your own. You could have been seriously hurt!” He yelled, making Anya flinch.

“Anya is sorry!” She sniffled, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Loid immediately softened, falling to one knee before her, “I’m sorry for yelling. I was just worried. You aren’t hurt at all though, right?”

Anya shook her head, putting a hand on the fluffy dog beside her. The fur nearly swallowed up her hand.

“Mr. Dog protected me.”

Loid smiled at the dog, petting him gently, “Thank you.”

“Excuse us,”

The family turned to see a woman and a man in suits approaching them from across the street,

“We’re investigating an incident near City Center. We understand that this was one of the dogs involved in the incident.” The woman said. “Please hand him over to us. He’ll be in good hands.”

“Of course. Thank you.” Loid tipped his hat, motioning them towards the dog.

“Now we can go back to looking for a puppy!” Yor beamed excitedly.

“Is the shelter even still open?” (Y/n) almost hoped it wasn’t. She wanted to shower and then spend the next several days in bed. She was already dreading how sore she was going to be tomorrow.

“Come on, Anya. Let’s go take a look.” Loid reached for her hand, but Anya pulled away.

“No! Anya wants Mr. Dog!” She said, stepping between the officers and the dog.

Loid shook his head. “He was owned by bad guys.”

“He saved Anya!” The esper refuted.

“You said you wanted a small dog.” Loid crossed his arms, peering down at his fickle adopted daughter.

“But Anya wants Mr. Dog now, it’s okay that he is big!” Anya continued to argue, hugging the dog close.

“Anya please,” Loid pinched the bridge of his nose, “Stop being so difficult.”

“If papa doesn’t let me have Mr. Dog, Anya will go bad and stop going to school!” Anya’s lip wobbled and then she began to cry.

“Wh— what are you saying?!” Loid sputtered.

“It’s okay, Miss Anya! Please don’t cry!” Yor beseeched.

“There are a lot of nice dogs in the world! I’m sure you’ll find another who is just as sweet…” (Y/n) attempted to console, but she knew that trying to get Anya to change her mind would be impossible at this point. She did just spend the whole day with this dog after all.

“Very well.” The woman conceded, leaving Loid particularly surprised.

“What?!”

The woman chuckled, then couched in front of Anya, a bittersweet smile on her lips.

“The dog itself didn’t cause any harm. If you promise to take good care of him, he’s yours, but we will need to keep him for the night to check his health first.” She explained softly.

“Are you protecting the other doggies too?”

“They are sleeping in the softest of beds and eating warm, yummy food.” She nodded.

“Thank you very much, important lady.”

The woman’s smile tugged a little further, “You’re welcome.” She stood back to her full height, turning to Loid. “We shall make contact with you tomorrow.“

“Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.” Loid bowed his head.

“No trouble at all. Have a good night.”

And so they began their trek home. Anya and Yor were particularly pleased with themselves because of the parts they played in saving the city from terrorists. (Y/n) and Loid on the other hand were exhausted.

“Why do you look like that?” (Y/n) had asked him pointedly. “I know it isn’t easy being… ill, all day, but I’ve been running around the city for hours and I still look better than you.”

“Do you really want to know?” Loid asked with a wry smile, his eye twitching in aggravation. If only they knew what he had really been up to all day!

“No.” (Y/n) shook her head quickly, “No, I really don’t want to know. Forget I said anything.”

After a night of the deepest sleep that any of them had ever experienced, morning soon came, and with it, a large and fluffy white dog.

“So curious!” Yor giggled, watching the dog sniff around the living room.

“Anya wants to stay home to play with Mr. dog today.” Anya said hugging the dog tightly.

“I believe the deal was that you wouldn’t stop going to school if you got this dog.” Loid said after spitting his toothpaste in the sink. “Get ready for school.”

“Does Anya at least get a Stella for helping stop the bad guys?” She asked. That would help put her in a better mood about going to school.

“I’m afraid not, Anya. No one is supposed to know about what was going to happen because it would just cause fear and panic. You have to keep it to yourself or the police might need to come and take you away.”

“Shock!” Anya flinched. She couldn’t let that happen, but it certainly was a disappointment that she couldn’t tell anyone.

“Loid!” (Y/n) gasped from the other room, “Don’t phrase it like that, you’ll scare her!”

Loid rolled his eyes at his reflection in the mirror and Anya began getting ready to go to school, pouting all the while.

“Have a good day at school Miss Anya!” Yor waved. “(Y/n) and I will take good care of Mr. Doggie while you’re away.”

“I’ll do my best.” (Y/n) called from the couch. Even raising her hand to wave goodbye to Anya hurt. Her whole body felt stiff and sore from the whole ordeal yesterday while it appeared to be just another normal day for Yor.

Anya and Loid said their goodbyes and then it was just (Y/n), Yor and the curious new addition to the family.

“Yor, darling, would you make me some ice packs.” (Y/n) groaned while she moved to lay flat on the couch.

“Of course! My poor, sore heart!” Yor cooed. She cupped (Y/n)’s cheek and leaned down to kiss her forehead before heading to the kitchen.

While (Y/n) waited for Yor’s return, the dog took notice of her and began to lumber up to her.

“Hello, getting used to your new home?” (Y/n) asked him.

The dog sniffed her hand, then slowly hoisted himself up onto his hind legs by placing his front paws on the edge of the couch.

“Ah, wait. No, don’t come up here— dog! No! Down! Oof!”

(Y/n) couldn’t stop the dog from laying flat across her sore body. It was a warm, and an almost comforting weight, but in the state (Y/n) was in currently, she didn’t find it entirely enjoyable, but it was kind of cute.

“Honey, did you say something…?” Yor walked back into the room, her arms filled with industrial bags of ice that she got from who-knows-where. Her eyes fell on the dog and she pouted, “That was going to be my spot, Mr. Doggie.”

“Yor, help me get him off. He’s too heavy.”

Yor did as she was asked, dragging the dog back to the floor.

“I apologize, Mr. Doggie, but (Y/n) is sore from running around yesterday. Surely you understand.” Yor then promptly dropped the giant bags of ice onto (Y/n)’s body.

“Not quite what I had in mind, but thah, thank you.” (Y/n) shivered.

The dog was undeterred by the upheaval and soon climbed his way back onto the couch, sinking between the bags of ice.

“My, perhaps he is sore too!” Yor observed. “Poor thing.”

(Y/n) sighed. She couldn’t find it within herself to make Yor push the dog away a second time. Perhaps she should feel special because the dog seemed to like her already, but her body was not appreciative of the extra pressure at this time.

“Would it help for me to massage your calves?” Yor asked thoughtfully. “Mr. Dog isn’t covering those up.”

(Y/n) mulled it over. Typically, a massage from Yor would be nice as long as she didn’t push too hard.

“I think that sounds nice, just be gentle please.”

“I will, I promise!”

And she really was. Yor did a great job, so wonderful in fact, that the combination of the frigid melting ice, the warm, weighted blanket of a dog, and the soothing massage knocked (Y/n) right out.

She was rudely awakened hours later when the dog clumsily leapt off of her to jump into Anya’s arms when she got home from school.

“Welcome home!” Yor smiled, clasping her hands to rest them against her cheek, “Oh my, such good friends already! He must have missed you!”

“Save me! He’s eating me!” Anya gasped while the dog slobbered all over her.

“He seems to have a lot of pent up energy. We should take him for a walk.” Loid suggested. He looked over to (Y/n) laid limply across the couch and smirked, “Care to join us, (Y/n)?”

“Not today.” (Y/n) deadpanned, ever so slowly lifting herself into a sitting position. “You all go on ahead. I’ll start getting dinner ready.”

“Are you sure? I could stay an help.” Yor volunteered.

“I’ll be fine,” (Y/n) assured, “Go have fun at the dog park.”

(Y/n) shuffled through the kitchen like an old woman, slowly preparing dinner. Though she could be prideful at times, she was actually surprised that she had dinner mostly completed before the Forger’s returned home.

“I hope they haven’t ran into anymore trouble.” She murmured to herself as she finished setting the table. She walked to the armchair this time around when she finished her self imposed task. She hissed through clenched teeth as she lowered herself into the plush chair.

She then decided she would never run again, maybe never even walk. She didn’t care if it would look strange, she was going to have Yor carry her everywhere from now on and if she knew anything about her love, she would be happy to do it too.

Finally, the front door opened and the Forger’s piled inside.

Anya ran up to (Y/n) all excited, “Mama, I know what to name Mr. Dog!”

“Do you? What is it?” (Y/n) thought Mr. Dog was the name already, but she was curious to hear what else Anya had come up with.

“Wait just a minute!” Anya asked.

She bounced excitedly when Loid came back from the short trip to his room, a black ribbon of fabric in hand. He deftly tied the fabric around the dog’s neck and once he stepped away, (Y/n) saw he had looped it into a bow tie.

“Behold!” Anya flung her arms out in the direction of the dog happily thumping his tail against the floor. “Bond!”

“Oh, like Bondman.” Loid understood. “That should work just fine.”

“Boof!” Bond leapt at Anya, sending her to the floor in a flurry of licks and wiggly wags that made Anya laugh.

“He seems to like it.” (Y/n) smiled fondly.

“They’re so cute!” Yor cooed.

“Come, Bond! Let me show you around the hideout!”

“Anya, it’s dinner time. And don’t forget you need to study. afterwards.” Loid warned.

“Anya will study later, promise.”

Loid’s eye twitched, but he relented.

After dinner, Anya fed Bond. She filled his bowl to the brim and watched him begin to chow down.

“Try not to give him too much.” Loid cautioned as he walked by, a towel under his arm. “I’m going to take my bath now, but I expect you to be studying by the time I’m done.”

Anya pouted and Loid walked to the bathroom. Curious, Anya took a kibble from Bond’s bowl and nearly popped it into her mouth before (Y/n) called out her name.

“Miss Anya, please don’t eat anything meant for a dog.” (Y/n) shivered in disgust as she scrubbed the dishes nearby.

“I know it must look tempting, but take it from me, it is not as good as it looks.” Yor helpfully added.

“I don’t want to know if that is coming from a place of experience or not.” (Y/n) said, but the shy laugh Yor gave was damning.

Soon after he finished his meal, Bond began to wiggle uncomfortably and Anya took notice.

“Need to go potty? Here, I’ll show you where to go.” Anya led him to a wide tub lined with newspaper. “When nobody can take you outside, you go in here. If you go anywhere else, mama will get mad cause she like things tidy.”

After business was taken care of, Anya and Bond played all over the apartment. (Y/n) wanted to remind Anya about her studies, but she couldn’t bear to break up the fun. It was Bond’s first day home, and Anya hardly got to see him before she had to go to school. A little more playtime couldn’t hurt.

(Y/n) and Yor watched them play, losing track of time. And when Loid returned from his bath, they showed him the cute little girl and her dog curled up together and fast asleep.

The studying could wait until tomorrow, Loid supposed.

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