#tw: infidelity

[gglitch1dd]

The Contract Pt1

Context: When you broke up with Katsuki, you thought it was the end for you. No marriage. No family. No white picket fence. You had spent so much time on Katsuki and now it all just fell to the wind. But what if a certain green haired hero offered you a contract, offered you the dream life of security and happiness all for the small price of being his wife? Love wasn’t in the plan but maybe it was in the fine print.

Basically: Reader dumps Katsuki and goes for Izuku.

Main Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

<Masterlist> <PART 2>

Warning: Infidelity, Cheating, brief MxM smut, burning buildings, Izuku being superman for like 5 seconds, tension, angst, comfort

If anyone would have asked you if you were ever insecure of your relationship with Bakugou Katsuki, you would have said no. You would have actually laughed in their face for ever suggesting such a thing. For ever suggesting for a second that your Bakugou, your Katsuki, would ever cheat on you. That he would ever have eyes for anyone other than you. That he would ever find solace in someone else’s touch that wasn’t you.

Because Bakugou Katsuki was not a cheater.

He was a loyal and faithful man.

Or... that’s what you would have told yourself five minutes ago.

Now you weren’t entirely sure what to expect.

You had come back a few hours early from your abroad trip. You worked with the Hero Commission in media, specifically as a non-hero face for the media. A spokesperson for heroes and a correspondent and representative for the Hero Commission. It was a very stable job, very good pay, access to the elite life. It was all you could have imagined.

It was actually how you met Bakugou. He was an upcoming sidekick that had just exited out of UA with the rest of his classmates with a bang, and you were tasked with getting acquainted with them and getting close to them. It wasn’t really that hard. Most of them were pretty extroverted individuals. All you really had to do was bump into a pink woman and a man with electric blond hair and suddenly you were all friends. What came with knowing the upcoming sidekicks at the time, closer than others, also come with the territory of defending them from the media and speaking on their behalf.

You made them look good. You sold everything for them. You yourself were a predominant face in the media for the commission so you did it more than just out of the job but having known how it felt under that spotlight.

But then you met Bakugou. Bakugou was someone you never thought you would get close to. He was brash. He was annoying. He was a stuck up, over confident swine. Yet he captured your heart with those crimson eyes of his and suddenly you couldn’t even feel the ground underneath your feet. He swepped you up in his upcoming world and you let him. He was the now rising hero. The Number Two ProHero of all of Japan. And you were the non-hero face of the hero commission, an agent that specialised in the UA alumni that had took Japan by storm.

The two of you made a fantastic couple, outdoors and indoors. You managed to gravitate around each other like no one else could.

You gave him close to over six years of your life. You supported him, watched him rise in the ranks and as a hero and as a man. You did everything for him that you could. You patched him up after fights. You defended him in front of the media, in front of the commission. You would have given him both your kidneys if it meant that he would be alive and he would stay by your side. If he would be the man you knew who cooked and cleaned for you. The man who would die for you. The man that would burn the world in a fury of explosions just to see you smile.

You couldn’t understand how after all that, you could find him fucking his best friend. Your best friend.

Actually, to be more accurate, best friend was fucking him.

And by the looks and sounds of it, he was doing a pretty damn good job.

You stood in the doorway frozen in place. You weren’t sure where to look or if you even wanted to look. Your current boyfriend of six years, the Number Two ProHero Dynamight, was being forced face first into your black silk covers on your bed as his bestfriend, your best friend, the Number Six ProHero Red Riot was pounding him from behind.

Now if you had any less self respect, you might have found this hot. Actually, it was hot. Hearing your boyfriend cry out, whimpering as he could barely breathe, his cheeks puffy... well it was something you had thought about late at night more than once. However, you do have enough self respect to notice the big elephant in the room.

Your boyfriend was cheating on you.

You dropped your bags instantly making sound, causing both ProHeroes to look up at you. You stood motionless as both sets of crimson eyes looked to you. You looked between both men. “What... the... fuck.” You let out quietly.

Bakugou was stiff in fear, his pupils shrinking as his crimson gaze was locked onto you. This was not supposed to happen. This was not supposed to be how it turned out. He was not supposed to be underneath Kirishima Eijiro with his monstrous cock stuffed inside of him as his gorgeous partner stood in the doorway in front of him. Or at least not in any of his sober thoughts, this was not supposed to happen.

“B-baby...” He started breathless as he pushed himself up with his hands. “I-I... I can explain... This isn’t what it looks like.”

You were still stuck in place. “Eijiro’s fucking you in the ass.” You stated clearly.

Bakugou paused. “Okay, it is. It is what it looks like but...” He elbowed Kirishima in the ribs shaking the now pale redhead out of his stoic dissociation of this whole moment. Quickly Kirishima got off of him and Bakugou slipped to the floor grabbing his boxers. He hopped around for a second shoving his briefs on as if he wasn’t just being stuffed with dick a few seconds before.

You looked up at Kirishima. He couldn’t meet your gaze. The huge prohero, the strongest man you knew, he couldn’t look at you. His shoulders were tense as he looked down away from you. As he tried to bite down all the guilt he was feeling. His red locks of hair fell down around his face, attempting to hide him. You frowned. He was one of the most honest men you knew. He was your confidant, a man you could talk to about anything. The man who could hold you up and support you even better than your boyfriend sometimes. Well Ex boyfriend. And you know what he was doing now? He was banging your boyfriend behind your back.

You sighed. You picked up your suitcases and bags. “Goodbye, Katsuki.” You stated simply.

“Y/N, baby! Wait!” Bakugou raced over to you, tugging on your wrist forcing you to turn and face him. He looked confused, almost erratic. “I... I can explain.” You didn’t say anything at that. You just looked up at him emotionlessly. “I...” He felt as though there was a golf ball at the back of his throat. With you staring up at him like that, he wasn’t sure whether he could speak after all. “I know this isn’t what you want to come back to, but... it’s Eijiro. Eijiro the man we both love. I just... He’s my best friend and we’d liked each other for so long. It sort of just happened and I was planning on telling you-”

“How long has this been happening?” You interrupted him with the simple question.

He hesitated to answer you. You just looked at him hard. “A... A year.” Your eyes widened at the time span. “B-but the first time it happened, we didn’t even touch each other for like four months and-”

“Why?” Your eyebrows knitted together. You tried to comprehend it in your head but it wasn’t making sense to you. Bakugou paused at the question. He looked down away from you as he didn’t know exactly what to say to that. The blond had frustrated tears in his eyes as he glared down at the ground. “You could have talked to me.” You told him. “You could have said something and yet you said nothing. Nothing at all. You made me look like a fucking fool!” Your voice was starting to increase in volume as you glared up at him. “What even is this? Are you gay? You could have just told me.”

Bakugou closed his eyes. “I’m not gay.” He tried to clarify, but the look on your face said otherwise. “… not entirely.”

You just groaned in frustration. It was all so messy. All too messy. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t understand why he would do this. “Then what was this all for?” You asked him throwing your hands up in the air. “You made me look like a fool for what? Dick? So that you could finally have a piece of your best friend? What was it? Could I not satisfy you the way he can cause I don’t have a penis, is that why?”

His eyes closed almost pained with the assumption. “No...”

“THEN WHAT?” You shouted at him. “And you!” You pointed over to Kirishima who was walking to stand behind Bakugou. He shrunk back at your voice as he realised that you had noticed him come over. You turned your head to the side as you looked at him. “How could you?” You said pained and much quieter than if you were talking to Bakugou. Kirishima held back the tears as he still could not look at you. You dropped your shoulder as more sadness than anger filled you at the look of Kirishima in front of you. “You were one of my closest friends, Eijiro.”

“Y/N... I’m sorry.” He whispered. You scoffed almost in disbelief, looking to the side as your face scrunched up to one of disgust. He motioned to the man beside him. “We never intended to hurt you. We wanted to tell you of my feelings for the both of you, we really did but then... We...” He didn’t know how to explain it, looking off to the side. “I... We just...”

You sighed as you shook your head. You sniffed as you wiped your tears. “It doesn’t matter.” You let a tear slip down your face. You picked up your bags again. “I don’t care what the intentions were nor what the reason was. Fact of the matter is, Katsuki cheated. You both lied to me. I have enough self-respect for myself to know that I should never tolerate that, even if it’s from the both of you.” You whispered, looking up at them with such a hollow heartbroken expression.

Before you left you pulled off the promise ring that Bakugou gave you on your second year anniversary. The red diamond ring was one of your favourite gifts that he had given you. You slipped off the ring painfully. You took his hand and you placed it onto the palm of his hand. Bakugou froze at the gesture. The weight of the ring so heavy in his hand it felt like the weight of the world.

Bakugou expected to see you to at least look disappointed, sad, angry or some emotion that you were feeling when you had first arrived, but you showed nothing. Absolutely nothing. Your face just empty. “We’re done, Katsuki. I’ll send people to collect my things for me.” You turned around, dropping his hand and taking your bags. “Goodbye Katsuki. See you and Eijiro around. You’ll make a fantastic couple by the way.” You left out the door and you didn’t turn back.

That night you booked a hotel room, not wanting to bother any of your friends, mostly because they were also their friends too. You didn’t want to villainise them. You didn’t even think you wanted to think about them right now. You booked a room, went inside and allowed yourself to break down. The tears all came back flooding. As much as you loved Kirishima and Bakugou, you loved them so much in your heart, what they did wasn’t respectful to you. They could have told you. They could have been honest with you, but they snuck around. They lied to you.

You bawled your eyes until no more tears could flow, you cried so hard that your body forced to you to black out into an empty sleep and damn were you grateful for it. Nothing had felt better like nothingness. Like floating empty not having to see them together in your head.

When you had woken up, you weren’t sure what to do. You and Bakugou had been living together in his apartment for the past five years but now you were homeless. It wasn’t particularly hard for you to find a new apartment for the time being, you did work with the commission and that did have its perks. However, you weren’t even sure if you could do it right now. So you did the most spontaneous random thing you could do.

You left the country for the next two years.

“Dynamight!” One of his sidekicks called as they were escorting another civilian out of the burning apartment building that was in front of them. No one knows how it had gotten this bad. Why weren’t the heroes or the fire department notified earlier. It is what everyone wanted to know but no one got an answer to it.

Prohero Dynamight turned around to look to his sidekick. He was directing the chaos that was happening around the building. It wasn’t exactly how he wanted to spend his Friday night but when hero work calls, it calls. The fire was a blazing hot mess of heat. One could feel it from just standing outside. Bakugou himself was shocked that there could still be anyone else still left inside. Alive that is.

“The building is coming down sir!” The sidekick shouted pointing back to the apartment building.

Bakugou scowled as he heard the loud creaking of steel enforcements. It was so loud he could feel it in his chest, underneath his boots. “Clear the area!” He shouted. “I want no one near this thing if it comes down.” He turned to look at the sidekicks under him that all nodded and stuck to his orders. He put a finger to his earpiece. “How’s it looking Red?” He asked.

“There are still a few people missing.” Prohero Red Riot spoke over the comms. He was with some civilians in a safety zone, making sure the right people went to medical and others were kept warm for the night and received some assistance whether it be calling loved ones or finding their loved ones. “I’ve received some information that there’s someone missing who didn’t get out. I don’t know who it is.”

Bakugou’s scowl only deepened. Of course there was someone that was unaccounted for. He tried to think fast. He could fly in and check the higher levels with less fire but that in itself was dangerous. The fire department had already agreed with him and either putting out the fire or waiting for the building to come down. It wasn’t safe to send in their fighters anymore. Water was already being sprayed into the building from all sides and yet it only seemed to stay the same. He let out a sigh. He put a finger to his comms.

“Dynamight!” He turned his head to the chief of police. They had a finger pointed up to a higher level of the apartment.

Standing by a windows ledge was a civilian. They were coughing up a storm but they were holding something in thick towels. They tried waving down the people below but it was clear that they were heavily disorientated from the smoke and fire.

“Landing mat now!” Dynamight yelled, evoking more action.

He took one step, and everything was shaking underneath him. The ground was shaking and something was awfully wrong. Everyone quickly held something stable and secure. Bakugou looked up and then he saw them falling. For a split second it was almost as if time stopped itself. The civilian was out of the window and in the air. He took stand, his hands sparking.

Then like a jet something flew in the sky with a spark of light and fire exploded out of the building forcing everyone back. Bakugou raised an arm over his eyes as he forced himself to look up.

Floating down in front of the burning building that immitted light was the silhouette of a man with a cape on. Prohero Deku floated down from the sky like a gift from the heavens, a saviour sent by God himself,  his cape blowing behind him as he held the remaining civilian in his arms. He landed on the ground with a thud before turning his head up to look at everyone else. He quickly moved with the civilian in his arms towards an ambulance.

“I have a civilian here! Severe smoke inhalation from the looks of it, dehydrated and unconscious!” He shouted as he placed them down on a stretcher for the paramedics. The paramedics took the towelled bundled out of the civilian's arms. It was only then that Midoriya froze at the face of the civilian. Bakugou stormed over to Midoriya, questions on how the hell Midoriya got here, but then the green haired hero whispered a name Bakugou wasn’t expecting. “Y/N.”

Bakugou looked down in the light of the ambulance to see you with an oxygen mask on your face, barely breathing. Sweat lined your forehead and body, your clothes having areas soaked with it or with burnt marks. Midoriya held the bundle in his arms and then he felt something move in it. He took a step back, unfurling the bundle of towels. It was then that he froze. In the bundle of towels was a baby. A little baby boy who was on the brink of crying. Midoriya quickly dropped all the towels that weren’t necessary for keeping the little boy away from the fire and kept him in his blanket.

He shushed him quietly holding the baby to his chest tighter. “Hey there little guy.” He whispered with a smile on his face. “Sh... it’s okay. It’s okay.” He said softly. The baby started to calm down, moving his hands up towards Midoriya’s face. Midoriya’s smile broadened as he laughed lightly. He looked up at the paramedics, moving to pass the child to them. “Keep him with her. We don’t want to separate them.” He told them seriously. “Check him too, but she kept him wrapped in towels and he doesn't seem to have any burns or trouble breathing.” He reported as the little baby boy was handed over.

“Thank you, Deku, sir.” They nodded their head. They closed the ambulance with a loud bang and the ambulance roared to life. It’s siren going off as it drove away to the closest hospital.

Both proheroes stood in silence at everything going on around them for a moment. Midoriya sighed before turning to Bakugou. He folded his arms over his chest and looked to the blond explosion hero. “What’s the report, Dynamight?” He asked, skipping pleasantries to focus on the task at hand that was putting out the fire.

Bakugou was still looking off in the direction of where the ambulance had gone. He hadn’t seen you in years and here you were, back in Japan without a word or trace. It was shocked him to his core more than anything else. However, Bakugou didn’t have time to be shocked. Not when Deku was standing right next to him. His crimson gaze flicked to Midoriya. He scowled. “How did you get here, Deku?”

“I flew.”

“I thought you couldn’t fly.”

“I was floating in a constant direction,” Midoriya put a hand out flat to show Bakugou what he meant. “at a constant speed, uniform velocity by the way,” He clarified for Bakugou which only made the blond scowl. “Of 400 km per-”

Bakugou tsked. “I know what you mean, you damn nerd! I don’t need you reciting fucking physics to me. Why the hell are you here?” He asked motioning around them.

Midoriya’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Oh...” He dropped his shoulders. He motioned forward in front of him. “I was actually on my way heading home.” He informed the blond. “I had clocked out, but I saw Y/N and I thought, why not.” He shrugged honestly not thinking much about it.

Bakugou glared up at Midoriya with a scowl on his face. Anger bubbled inside him that Midoriya just so happened to be passing by and did his job for him. He wasn’t even on the clock and still doing hero work. It was something Bakugou hated about him. How effortless it was for him to be a hero, almost as if he wasn’t born with a handicap preventing him from being one in the first place. “You thought I couldn’t handle it.”

The green haired hero sighed as he brought a hand to his temple. Somehow, Midoriya was no where near surprised about that assumption. He was talking to Bakugou, and knowing him, he was always assuming something. He closed his eyes. He didn’t have the patience to deal with Bakugou Katsuki’s assumptions right now. Not when it was just after midnight and he had just had a 24 hour shift. “No, Dynamight. I knew you could handle it.” He clarified for the blond. “I just wanted to help.”

“Well-”

“Dynamight! I heard what happened, did you get the remaining civilian?” Red Riot spoke over the comms.

Bakugou paused. He put a finger to his ear and hummed. “Yah we did.” He looked away from one moment and suddenly with another big bang of air breaking around him and in another spark of light, Midoriya was gone. He had taken the opportunity to gratefully leave the angry explosive hero before the two of them would be stuck at each other all night. Bakugou rolled his eyes, annoyed at Midoriya. “She’s at a hospital.”

He heard Red Riot sigh in relief. “That’s good to hear.”

“Hey Red...” Bakugou looked back up at the building that was slowly loosing its flames. “It was Y/N... She was the civilian and… she had a baby with her...”

You were walking to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. It was late in the night and you had barely gotten any sleep. Nightmares had been plaguing you on the fire that had happened. It came to you in the dead of night, waking up to images of the fire still blazing in your head. You groaned as you took a bottle from the fridge, a hand to your temple as you did so. You moved to lean against the counter for a moment, trying to think.

A knock sounded.

You perked up at the sound. It was the dead of night, just to three a.m and there was a knock at your door. “Well this is one way to die.” You grumbled as you pushed off the counter and walked out of your kitchen. Before you could even get to the front door, you saw someone standing on your balcony. Eyebrows furrowing, you went over to the door of your balcony and upon closer inspection saw someone. Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Midoriya?” You opened the door, allowing fresh cool air in.

“Good evening.” Midoriya spoke with a small smile as he stood in your doorway, his hero uniform still on him.

You looked at him blankly for a moment. “It’s two a.m.”

“Uh... Good morning?” He said with a more embarrassed smile now.

You tried to bite back a chuckle. You shook your head. “Morning Midoriya, what are you doing here?” You asked him, leaning against the glass door of your balcony entrance way.

“I wanted to check in on you.” He spoke honestly. “The hospital had said they discharged you but I was worried. I wanted to check in on you the day after but then I got busy, and it slipped my mind. I’m sorry if I woke you up, it wasn’t very considerate of me to come knocking on your balcony door in the middle of the night.” He motioned to the night sky above.

You chuckled and shook your head. “No it’s alright. It’s... its sweet of you. Thank you.” You motioned for him to come in. “Uh... please.” He stepped inside, stepping past you. It was then you remembered just how large Midoriya was now. His size was something he had gained much of after U.A. He was packed with thick muscle now and tall. However, he still had that layer of cute baby fat to his face (primarily his cheeks). He stepped in looking around your dark apartment. You kept it styled to your liking but still had that space that told him that it was on the higher end of accommodation. “Sorry, I didn’t know I would be expecting such esteemed company...” You chuckled as you tried not to die in embarrassment at the coffee mugs on the table.

Midoriya chuckled shaking his head. “No please. It’s fine. I came in unannounced.” He reminded you. He looked around in interest at your space. “I didn’t know you were back in the country.”

You nodded your head. “Yah... I’ve actually been here for the past half a year. I’ve just been on the lowkey, doing work from home and things like that.” You informed him as you grabbed your cup of water and leaned against your couch.

“Ah, I see. Well...” He turned to look back at you. “I’m glad that you’re back.” He told you with a smile to his face, genuine. “It’s been...” He tried to think of a word. “Interesting without you here.”

You hummed. A sort of silence settled between the two of you, both of you thinking for just a moment. You cleared your throat. “I see work still treating you well. You’re still number one.” You pointed out.

Midoriya chuckled nodding his head. “Yah...” He scratched the back of his head. “It’s the workaholic in me.” He motioned to your couch, asking for permission to sit down. You nodded your head, letting him do as he pleased. He sighed at finally being able to relax for a moment. You watched his thick body of hard earned muscle relax on your couch as  he threw his head back for a second, a thick neck and sharp jaw on display. “Just constant work and responsibilities. Meetings here, patrol there, galas and dinners on the side. It gets...” He let out a small yawn, covering his mouth with one hand. “It’s tiring.” He sighed. He turned his head to look back up to you. “So how’s your son?”

Now that caught you off guard. You raised an eyebrow. “My son?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. You weren’t sure what he was referring to.

“Oh I’m sorry, are they a girl?” He asked raising his head off the back of your couch. “I couldn’t really tell when I held them, I was just assuming.” He apologised.

You just blinked at him confused. You tilted your head to the side. “I don’t have any children.” You told him slowly. Midoriya looked back at you confused. He sat up, and put a hand to his chin. He wondered if the baby was all a figment of his imagination. Maybe he really did need sleep. You looked to the coffee table when something caught your eye. That’s when you understood what the misunderstanding was. You let out a chuckle in amusement that took Midoriya’s attention. You walked over to stand in front of the coffee table. You picked up the newspaper and faced him. An image of him on that night of the fire carrying you and the baby you were holding in his arms as he flew down from the burning apartment building. “This baby?” You asked pointing to the image.

“Yah...” He said confused. His eyebrows furrowed. “Isn’t that yours and K-kacchan's? Isn’t that the reason you left?” He asked carefully and slowly. He didn’t want to seem too intrusive and pry too much.

At the mention of your ex, your face scrunched up and you shook your head quickly denying it. “Oh God no.” You chuckled. “No, the baby isn’t Katsuki’s. The boy isn’t even mine.” You revealed to Midoriya making his eyebrows raise up in surprise. “Although...” You put down the newspaper. “I wish he was. It would make things much less lonely.” You let out a small piece of how you were feeling before quickly pushing it to the side. “No, I was baby and house sitting for a friend. She had gone on a business trip and entrusted me with her son.”

“Oh... oh...” Midoriya put his hands to his face as his cheeks went pink in embarrassment. Even as an adult he never really shook off how easily he could turn pink in the face. He groaned as he bent forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to assume.” He apologised to you quickly only making you giggle. He dropped his hands from his face and sat up. “It’s just that, no one really knew why you and Kacchan broke up and after the whole finding you in a burning apartment with baby thing, I wasn’t the only one to assume that it was the case. Shoto is actually about to lose a whole lot of money come to think of it. I told him not to make those bets on that theory-”

“Excuse me?”

“Hm?” Midoriya looked up at you with bright green sparkling eyes almost as if he hadn’t said anything at all.

You glared down at him, knowing he was silently gaslighting you into believing so. You huffed. You looked away from him to look down at the newspaper for a second. Midoriya’s façade broke for just a moment, an amused smirk on his face before your eyes flicked up and there was a look of interest and care. “As I was saying, there wouldn’t be a problem if you did have a kid. Which is totally fine. There’s nothing wrong with having a child. Not that I’m insinuating that there is something wrong with having a child. Hell, I love kids. I would love to have children of my own. It would actually make my mother very happy. She’s been on my case about settling down and in all honest, its harder than it looks. I was just confused when I saw the baby and-”

You watched him amusedly as he rambled off like a train. His words were going a mile a minute and he seemed stuck in his own world for a moment. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to see how long he would go on for or you should interrupt him. You chuckled. “Midoriya.”

He quickly closed his mouth as he looked up to you realising that he went off. He dropped his head in apology. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to go off like that.”

You just laughed it off. “It’s alright. Really. Although you should tell everyone, especially Shoto,” You popped your own smirk for a second, a spark coming to his eye before you turned back to a serious expression. “that that isn’t the reason why I left Katsuki.” You revealed to him as you turned around to go back to the kitchen. “Want coffee?” You asked him.

Midoriya chuckled as he stood up from your couch. “It’s two in the morning.” He reminded you. He picked up the empty mugs on the table and followed you into your kitchen.

You turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “And?”

He paused for a second and for one of the rare moments that you had known Midoriya you saw a dark hint of mischief in his eyes. Amusement mixed with something else entirely. He chuckled and nodded his head towards you. “I’d love a cup.” He assured you. He put the mugs in your sink and then proceeded to take off his thick white gloves right as you put on the kettle.

You quickly kicked off the counter. “It’s okay, Midoriya. I can wash those.” You tried to get to the dishes as you reached beside him.

“Nope.” Without warning, you were hoisted up easily. You let out a short yelp at that. He picked you up so easily it made you feel concerned. He hoisted you on top of your counter, keeping you there. He gave you a pointed look. “You are going to sit here and wait for the water to boil. I am an unwanted guest who has to atone by washing your dishes.” He gave you a genuine smile. “Really. It’s okay. I like washing dishes.” You were speechless as you watched him turn around. He put his gloves to the side and reached back to pull down his hero suit. You watched wordlessly as he pulled off his sleeves wrapping them around his midsection before setting to work on your mugs. You fought back the heat that creeped up your neck at how you were faced with the sculpted image of his back. Few scars littered it but it was a mesmerising site. Hard earned muscle, broad shoulders with a slenderer waist exposed to you so easily.

You quickly looked down away from him. You really had been alone for too long. You cleared your throat. “I prefer laundry.” You told him, trying to distract yourself. “I find it calming in a sense.” You reached back behind you to the cupboard to fetch two mugs. You eyed the Dynamight mug that you never had the heart to throw away. You frowned. You picked up two plain mugs and brought them down to the counter you were sitting on. “I didn’t know Mr Number One washed his own dishes.” You teased.

Midoriya froze for a second. He thanked the heavens that you couldn’t see his facial expression the else you might have seen the way he nearly rolled his eyes back. He closed his eyes and took a breath before forcing a smile at your statement. He shrugged. “I love to do it when I can, but the commission prefers sending housekeeping to my apartment, so it depends whether I’m lucky or not.” He told you honestly, as he busied himself in the mugs and plate that was in your sink.

“Oh so ProHero Deku doesn’t have some budding housewife waiting for him back home? I’m scared I might be taking someone else’s time.”

He scoffed and shook his head. “Nope. You aren’t taking anyone’s time. It’s... it’s just me.” He told you a bit more quieter than he was originally.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned forward slightly. “Weren’t you and Uravity a thing?” You slid off the counter noticing the kettle calm down. You grabbed the coffee and sugar as you started making the two of you coffee.

“Nah.” He shook his head. “Nothing more than...” He hesitated as he turned his head slightly. He tried to find the right way to put it. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment before turning to focus back on the dishes properly. “Friends with benefits, so to speak.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise at that. Midoriya in your eyes had never seemed like the type to dabble in one night company. He only took people he was interested into Hero Galas and if not it was a close partner or no one at all. “Oh? I didn’t know you fucked around, Midoriya.” You teased as you mixed the coffee and sugar within the mugs. “What’s your type? Brunettes?”

He chuckled as he shook his head. “I don’t have a specific type and I don’t fuck around.” He finished putting the last mug on the drying stand. “Not entirely.” He turned back to look at you. You stood in front of him with a waiting hot cup of coffee. He lowered his shoulders and smiled as he gratefully took it out of your hands. His large hands brushing against yours and consuming the cup more than you thought it would. “Thank you.” He motioned towards you with the mug in hand. “One-night stands and those type of relationships aren’t really my thing.” He told you honestly with a shrug.

You both stood opposite each other, leaning against the counters. You enjoyed the warmness of the coffee as you looked back up at him. “Ever consider becoming a sugar daddy?” You asked him.

Midoriya nearly choked on his coffee. You let out a laugh at his reaction as he quickly cleared his throat. He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips, he glanced down at his coffee before flicking his heated gaze up to you. He decided to entertain you. “What? Are you interested?” He asked you.

Your eyes moved up to him again as you lowered your mug from your lips. You looked to the side with a scoff as you leaned back. “What makes you assume that?”

He shrugged. “Why else would you be asking?”

You looked him up and down wondering if this was him teasing you back. “You are aware that you are the one who came knocking on my door in the middle of the night, right?”

“Yes.” Midoriya sighed as he looked up for a moment. His eyes went back to you, dark green eyes that held something more intense than you thought you could have found there. His eyes moved down before slowing moving up your figure. It was then that you realised that you were standing in little less than your short crop pyjama set with no bra on. You let out a stuttered breath as you held your mug closer to you effectively making you breasts much more defined to him (not to your knowledge). He looked back up at you, eyes dark in seduction and contained lust. “But you let me in, didn’t you?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Hm...” You thought about it for a moment. “Did I make a mistake of some kind?”

Midoriya shrugged. “We’ll have to wait and see.”

You spent hours talking to Midoriya, and you barely even noticed it at all. It was like talking to someone you had known for the longest while. It didn’t make much sense to you but then again, you didn’t really want it to make a lot of sense. You were enjoying yourself and you had company. It was much more than you could say about yourself for the past two years. His smile and laugh were contagious and he was a great listener and talker too.

Often than not you could found yourself lost in the stories he chose to tell. All the many things he had gotten through that could make little to no sense sometimes when he rambled but somehow only made the stories that much more genuine. You weren’t exactly sure how a quick check in just flowed into the both of you sitting on the couch for the past four hours just talking. Yet you couldn’t regret it even if you wanted to.

You shook your head as you sat in front of him, one arm resting on your hiked knee and the other resting on the back of the couch. “Oh Katsuki can be annoying.” You nodded your head with a chuckle.

“Can be?” Midoriya looked at you as if you were crazy. “No one infuriates me more than him.” He stated persistently making you laugh. “I hide it in public but God does he have me wanting to punch something.” He rolled his eyes. “He contradicts me in everything. He questions me in front of other heroes when things are absolutely flawless, ridicules me in front of the media and constantly berates me. It’s...” He chuckles as he pulls a hand through his green curls. “It’s fucking annoying.”

“Whoa there, Midoriya.” You put up your hands in surrender. “Don’t take your anger out on me.” He chuckled at your words. You relaxed and nodded your head. “Yah, it was pretty annoying, your petty rivalry to be honest. Or to be more specific, Katsuki never letting it go.” You rolled your eyes at the memories. “And God does thinking of him just makes me so angry. It makes me so mad cause I feel like such a fool. Even now.” You shrugged as you starred off to the side. You had barely been able to talk about your feelings towards Bakugou after the breakup, but you’d always just refused to even entertain it. Then again, maybe that’s why you didn’t move on. “After he cheated on me,”

Midoriya’s eyes flicked up to you. His facial expression didn’t change in fear of you not continuing but that caught him off guard. Bakugou Katsuki? Cheat? It was something Midoriya never thought possible, but then again why else would you be here, and he was out there? The two of you had an envious relationship. Why would that all be thrown away?

“I thought travelling and just spending time on myself would work. That maybe finding purpose in me would work, but no. Nothing’s changed. I am still alone, barely moving where I was two years ago and he is out there. New relationship, breaking boundaries, advancing as the Number Two hero. God if I could just...” You closed your eyes as you bawled up your fists. You let out a smile as you sighed. “Sorry Midoriya, I didn’t mean to dump on you like that.”

“Don’t apologise.” He told you honestly. “I wanted to listen. You deserve someone to listen to you.” He motioned towards you. He took a moment to think, eyebrows furrowing as he did so. He looked back to you as he leaned back against your couch. “You coming to the Hero Dinner next month?” He asked you. “We’ve missed you out there. Being at events, representing us and standing there being the face for the public to see.” His fingers traced circles on the cushion next to him. 

You hesitated. “Midoriya... I don’t think I’m that same woman.”

“Aww come on.” He threw one arm open. He adjusted his seating. “You know what I most admired about you?” He asked you, and you could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t trying to pressurise you. He wanted to genuinely tell you. “You... YN, were the only person I could ever see stand in front of a ton of heroes, host an entire gala and then proceed to go outside, control the press and act like its a regular Tuesday all while wearing stilettoes.” You smiled as you looked down at your lap. “You are the only one who wasn’t a hero, who spoke up to defend us against the commission for all the wreckage that happened in the suburbs due to a big villain attack that went too out of control. You were the only one that somehow is neutrally good and balances both sides. You’re a powerful woman, Y/N. You shouldn’t forget that.” The smile on your face, that he caused due to his words, made everything so much better to have said it in his eyes. Midoriya looked out to the windows. “Holy All Might, what’s the time?”

You looked back at the windows too and saw the sunrise orange hues stream inside your apartment. Your eyebrows raised in shock at how it was already the morning. “Uh...” You checked the clock on your wall. “Six. Six fifteen.” You told him.

Midoriya stood up and in a flash of lightning he was still standing in place but this time he had his gloves in hand. He zipped back up his hero shirt, never really having put it back on since having taken it off initially. “I should get back home and take a nap before my meeting at twelve.” He told you, pulling his gloves back on.

“I thought you said you don’t sleep.” You shot to him as you stood up, opening the balcony doors for him.

Midoriya shot you a smirk, sharp canines glinting in the morning light. His skin was glowing, freckles that dotted his skin all over only enhanced by the light and made prominent by his smile. Dimples. “I don’t. I nap. There’s a difference.” You chuckled as you stood against the doorway. He snapped his fingers and he pressed a button on his gloves and his white hero cape came flying back to him, clipping onto his shoulders. He walked over to stand next to you. He kept his eyes on you for a moment. He wanted to say so much and yet felt like if he said anything else he would never leave. “I’ll text you later? Or more accurately, when I get home.”

You nodded your head. “Yah, you will. Knowing you.” He chuckled. You motioned back to his cape. “Does your cape always just blow majestically with no breeze?”

Midoriya looked back behind him. “Uh...” He turned his head back to you. “You’d be surprised how much the PR team pays the hero support department at my agency.” You shook your head with a chuckle. He shot you a wink. “Same time Tuesday?” He asked as he started to walk out onto your balcony.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a date?”

“Whoa I never said that.” He raised his hands up. He had a smirk on his face though as he pushed his green curls back. “You want me that bad, huh? How much does baby want? Five hundred thousand yen per meet up?”

You rolled your eyes. “Goodbye, Midoriya.” You turned to go back inside before pausing once your brain digested the amount. “WAIT! HOLD ON!” You quickly turned around.

You heard laughter but he was already gone. You looked up at the sky with a smile. You shook your head as you closed the door. You weren’t sure how to feel but the smile on your face couldn’t leave. You walked over back to your room that was the exact same since you left it. You fell back into your covers as you looked up at the ceiling. You wondered what the hell this was all for?

You giggled as you covered your eyes with a sigh. Maybe you needed a nap yourself. You moved the sheets when you felt your phone buzz. You raised an eyebrow as you picked it up off your side table. You opened your phone and saw a message from Midoriya. It was an image of him in his apartment with a thumbs up.

Midoriya: Made it home safe. Heavy congestion though.

You rolled your eyes at him.

Ever since then you found yourself stuck on your phone texting Midoriya none stop. Any time he had free time he would send you a text and you would send one back. It was a back and forth thing. Soon you found yourself starring at your phone waiting for it to light up telling you that you had a message. You found yourself smiling at your phone and waiting on every message or text.

Midoriya couldn’t exactly say that he didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t exactly say that he didn’t wait on your every text, voice message or call. Even his sidekicks started noticing it and hell even started to tease him. He didn’t really mind, if it meant hearing you ramble about your day on a voice note only making him smile.

Although he had to put his phone away when dealing with cases or on patrol ninety percent of the time but then there was the hero dinner.

Heroes sat at their tables some with their partners, others surrounded by friends as the dinner was already in full swing. Midoriya was in a tight-fitting suit, slicked back green hair and a champagne glass in hand as he had glasses on and listened to ProHero Chargebolt speak of a mission he had last week. Dinner was yet to be served so as they waited, the group of heroes told stories and enjoyed the live music.

“I mean in my defence; he was in my shock radius.” He put his hands up in innocence.

ProHero Creati laughed as she smiled at the story. She wore a plum cocktail dress tailored to her figure. Momo raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you tell him to stay back?”

“I did.” Denki laughed. He shrugged as he lifted his own glass to his lips with a smirk. “Not my fault he didn’t listen.”

Mina shook her head amused at one of her closest friends. It never did make any sense to her any of his stories but she loved to listen to them anyways. She turned over to Midoriya with a smile. Her innocent smile turned diabolical as she looked at him. Midoriya’s raised an eyebrow slowly wondering whether he should run or not. “So Midoriya...” She started. “I heard from a little birdie that you’re dating someone.”

Midoriya nearly choked on his champagne. Iida rubbed his back as he put down the champagne glass. Midoriya coughed as he looked up at the pink hero.

Bakugou who sat opposite Midoriya at the round table raised an eyebrow. He scoffed. “Yah right.”

Midoriya cleared his throat as he sat up. He looked to Iida with an appreciative glance. “Thank you.” He said in gratitude before turning to Bakugou in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at the blond. “Excuse me, Kacchan...” He started with a forced smile.

Mina and Denki pursed their lips as they looked at each other knowing that the two pros were about to have it out against one another. Iida sighed knowing that something was about to happen. “Here we go again.” He muttered as he took a sip of his own champagne. Shoto raised an eyebrow not understanding why everyone was reacting like that.

“What do you mean by that?” Midoriya asked putting down his glass and looking up at Bakugou.

Kirishima looked down at the blond next to him nervously, not knowing whether to step in or not. Bakugou smirked as he leaned back in his chair. “I mean it like you think I mean it.” He shot back. “Why on earth would you be dating someone?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Midoriya tilted his head, his smile becoming strained as he started to grow annoyed. “Because I want to?”

“Please, like you could find someone to date.” Bakugou shot back as he put down his glass. Everyone at the table had wide eyes at his words, keeping their mouths shut as they looked to Midoriya. Midoriya kept his pleasant smile on his face but one could physically feel the electricity and restraint around him as he looked over to Bakugou. His jaw was tense and he looked to him with nothing but empty green eyes. Bakugou started counting his reasons. “You’ve barely got time for a partner, you talk too much, the reality of actually dating the top hero chases most people away after a month and you’re probably as vanilla as four eyes over there.”

Iida looked over to Bakugou with a shocked expression. “Hey, I-” He stopped talking as he felt a hand go over his.

Midoriya didn’t look to Iida but kept facing forward. The aura around him was suffocating and the energy at the table was too tense for words. Everyone bounced looking from Bakugou to Midoriya before settling on the green haired hero to see what he had to say. Midoriya hummed as he sat back, he picked up his champagne glass and took a sip. “Well, at least I don’t cheat on my partners, Kacchan.”

Like a bucket of ice had been poured onto him, Bakugou went stiff and pale. Bakugou didn’t want to believe it. He let out a scoff. “Yah as if.” He couldn’t believe it. You had never told a soul of why you had broken up with him. You hadn’t want to ruin the way his friends saw him. Or at least that's what Bakugou thought. How on earth would Midoriya know. He couldn’t possibly. But with one flick of Midoriya’s jade gaze to Kirishima along with a raised eyebrow before looking back to the blond, Bakugou knew that he knew the cold hard honest truth. 

Midoriya opened his mouth to speak before a hand went to his shoulder. “Enjoying the champagne everyone?” He turned around and his eyes widened. Standing behind him was you and God did you look gorgeous. You stood in a classy suit, your blazer having a deep v-cut revealing nothing but unblemished skin underneath. You stood in heels as you looked over at the table, your hand on Midoriya.

Denki shot up with smile. “Y/N!” He cheered. You chuckled as he quickly made his way over to you with a hug. He pulled you in tightly, glad to have you back. “God, you can’t believe how worried I was when I saw you on the front page of the newspaper.”

You hugged him back, grateful to be holding him again. He was one of your closest friends and someone you never lost contact with. It hurt to be away from him because no matter what he always loved and supported you. It was just the type of friend that he was. “It’s great to see you too, Denks.” You told him honestly.

Mina waved at you, glad to see you too. “Girl, where have you been?” She asked you with a tilt of her head. “You tell me you’re in the country and yet we haven’t hit the clubs.”

You chuckled as you stayed at Denki’s side. “I’ve been resting before entering the scene again.” You say with a sigh as you looked around the table. “It’s good to see everyone like this again.” You spoke honestly. Your eyes went to Bakugou. He was frozen as he looked at you, red crimson eyes locked onto your being. You were still gorgeous as ever. It was as if time stopped for him, seeing you facing him once more. However, your gaze then moved to his partner. Kirishima sat next to him, still not able to bear the weight of your gaze as he held his champagne glass in his hand. He was glad he left his hair loose today, allowing him to focus on a red stray lock of hair than to look at you. “Red Riot...” He stilled at the mention of his hero name. You never used to call him that. Always referring to him as Kiri or Eijiro. Never Red Riot. Never so formal. “Dynamight, that interview on the Daily T show was great.” You congratulated.

Before you could spend any more clearly tense and strained attention on them, Midoriya stood up, taking your attention. The tall green haired hero looked down at you with a smirk on his freckled face. His emerald, green eyes looked your outfit over again, deep dark eyes going over your figure as if wanting to burn the image of you into his head. His smirk only grew causing a dimple to appear. “Look who decided to show up.” He teased, placing his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you.

You squeezed Denki’s hand before turning fully to face Midoriya. You chuckled as you folded your arms over your chest, trying to match his cockiness. “I’ll have you know, Mr Number One, that I had a good influence.” You shrugged. 

Midoriya clenched his jaw as he felt a shiver run down his spine and his cock twitch. He clenched his hands in his pockets. He had to find some way of getting you to stop saying those three words. At least not in public. He raised an eyebrow down at you. “Good influences?” You nodded your head, only making him hum as he watched you in a heat causing gaze. “Does this mean I have to keep offering you money to come to events?”

You thought about it for a moment, putting a finger to your lips as you thought. You tilted your head before looking back at him. “Hm... no, but maybe if you beg though.” Midoriya let out a chuckle which made you smile. You opened your mouth to speak before receiving an instruction through your earpiece. You hummed pressing down on it for a moment before looking back up at Midoriya. You sighed. “Well, I have to make sure I keep up your good images for the press.”

Taking you by surprise before you could leave, Midoriya pulled you in by the waist against him. His arm wrapped tightly around you with his face just a few small inches away. You felt your lungs run out of breath as you grew flustered. Heat moving up your neck at the intimate act. He smirked down at you, noticing your flustered expression. “Will I see you after this?” He asked more quietly, eyes glancing over at a certain livid blond.

You caught on quickly. Deciding to entertain him, you took a risk. You nodded at his question before pushing your body further against him. You moved one hand to the back of his neck, threading your fingers through curly green hair and pulling his head down to speak into his ear. Your lips brushed against his ears as you were about to speak. “Same place same time?”

Midoriya was motionless only for less than a second at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He smirked and leaned his head closer to you. “Better be coffee.” He whispered back

“Done.” You placed your lips against his neck in a kiss. Midoriya’s eyebrows raised slightly but his smile only grew. You were careful not to leave too much lipstick on him as you retracted yourself. You fiddled with the loose hairs at the back of his neck. You let go of him, walking away, keeping a hand on him. “See you later.” You shot him a wink as you squeezed his bicep. You gave Denki a wave as you walked off to greet other hero guests.

Midoriya’s eyes followed you for a second, all his attention on you and the way your body moved and swayed as you walked away. He cleared his throat, remembering where he was before turning back to the table. It was so painfully tense that if he had a knife, he could probably cut it. With an extra pep in his step, he took his seat again and picked up his champagne glass. A clear unremovable smile on his face that he couldn’t even deny if he wanted to. He looked it over before turning his gaze over to Mina. “Mina can you pass the champagne?” He asked.

Mina was stuck with a dropped jaw expression. Denki raised his eyebrows before releasing a scoff in disbelief. “Mr Midoriya... or should I call you Mr Rizzdoriya?” He stated as he took the bottle and handed it to Midoriya, with a teasing wink.

Midoriya chuckled. “What? No.” He shook his head as he took the bottle gratefully. Midoriya took out the cork and poured into his glass. He hummed to himself for a moment before lifting his gaze up to Bakugou who looked as though if he got close enough to Midoriya he would gouge his eyes out. Midoriya’s smile on grew brighter as he put down the bottle. “I mean… like I could find someone to date.” He tilted his head slightly before putting the champagne back in a bucket of ice.

-Glitch1d

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[buckets-and-trees]

Don't Blame Me

Fandom: MCU Title: Don't Blame Me Characters/Pairings: Bucky x f!Reader Word Count: 960

Summary: A chance encounter in the middle of the night in your kitchen.

Content Warnings: smut, vaginal penetration, some light drinking, tw: cheating/infidelity

Logistical Notes: A humble little offering for @nickfowlerrr's Seven Deadly Sins + Seven Holy Virtues writing event, though certainly no virtues to be seen here - just envy and lust.

Additional Notes: I'd been thinking of Bella's writing event for quite a while, but @biteofcherry tormented me with a very inspirational gif and fed me some naughty thots that I haven't been able to get out of my head. But finally tonight, this demanded to be told. Title taken from the Taylor Swift song of the same name as it's loosely based off some of its feelings/drives.

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You hadn’t expected to have company in the kitchen when you’d left your room in only the loose tank top and panties you’d worn to bed, but you made no attempt to hide your body when you heard his footsteps quietly treading down the hallway because part of you wanted him to see.

As he rounded the corner, he flicked on the single light that hung lower over the center island counter, the soft glow illuminating you leaned up against it with a pint of ice cream and a spoon, and pouring over his shirtless form, dark sweatpants slung low on his hips.

“Oh, I didn’t – sorry,” he said softly, tugging his pants up a bit more, and averting his gaze sharply away from you.

“You’re fine. Don’t mind me.”

You watched as he turned away to grab a glass from the cupboard, longing to reach out and run your fingers over the muscles moving and stretching along his back.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be here tonight,” you pressed as he slotted the glass beneath the waterspout on the door of the fridge. “You have that giant presentation for the investors in the morning.”

Bucky sighed.

“Your girlfriend, my roommate, was specifically complaining about how you wouldn’t go out with her tonight because of it – which is perfectly reasonable by the way. You know that, right?”

He didn’t respond, still not looking at you, and then it was you who let out a sigh.

“Bucky, please tell me you didn’t go pick her up when she called.”

“Of course, I did, what else was I supposed to do?”

“You’re such an idiot.”

He finally rounded on you, his face a mixture of anger and hurt. “She was drunk at a bar, she needed me.”

“No, she didn’t! She went out with five of her old college friends – any of them should have taken care of her. She could have gotten an Uber. She could have called me, and I would have grudgingly been annoyed but gone and picked her up, even though I wanted to throw things at her when she left saying not to wait up because she was going to call you to go get her anyway because she knew you’d come because you’re the perfect boyfriend.”

Bucky clenched his jaw. “I’m not the perfect boyfriend.”

You scoffed. “Sure you are.”

“I’m not.”

“Why are you arguing with me about this?”

“Because I’m not the perfect boyfriend.”

You frowned.

He flexed his left hand in agitation, making the black plates quietly whir, but every sound in this nearly silent kitchen was loud. You could even hear the gentle, intermittent snores of your sleeping roommate down the hall, Bucky having left the door open when he came to the kitchen.

You looked from his beautiful vibranium arm back up to his piercing blue eyes.

“I want you to kiss me,” you breathed, barely above a whisper.

But you didn’t need to say it any louder.

His eyes darkened at your words. “I can’t.”

“You can,” you said, taking a step closer to him. “Please just kiss me.”

“Fuck,” he whispered when you placed one hand on his shoulder and one tentatively on his waist.

You closed the space between the two of you and tilted your head up, offering your waiting lips to him.

“Please, please kiss me.”

He didn’t move, which meant he also didn’t move away.

“Bucky, I know how you look at me now. You didn’t at first, but you’re bored of little miss perfect, you want imperfection, you want reality, you want me as much as I crave you.”

He dropped his forehead to yours, shutting his eyes. “Don’t.”

You pressed your chest flush up against his. “Just one kiss.”

“It won’t be just one kiss,” he shot back so quickly your stomach flipped, and you couldn’t hold back.

You surged up and captured his lips. His hands flew up to grip either side of you head, and it would have been tender if not for the heat and rage and longing that fueled it, causing him to hold you a little more firmly. You moaned into the kiss, and he backed your hips up to the counter, then lifted your hips up onto the granite countertop. You leaned back, bracing your hands on the smooth surface behind you. You drew your legs up around the backs of his thighs to pull him close, his legs stopping against the island, and you dragging your pelvis to the very edge, pressing your cunt against the bulge in his sweatpants. He broke off the kiss, his head dropping back on a groan of pleasure.

Desire was desperately coursing through you, you had wanted this man more and more over the past months, every friendly interaction only seeping deeper and deeper into your heart.

But adrenaline and bitterness also fanned the flames of your need.

Because it was likely she’d gotten plastered enough to sleep clean through anything until morning.

But she could wake up and come out here and see you like this as you kissed her boyfriend and pushed his sweats and boxer briefs down to free his cock. She could hear him growl into your mouth, licking against your tongue in an eagerness to taste more of you, pulling your panties off so quickly.

He only broke away from the kiss long enough to line up his cock, and then he shot into you, reclaiming your lips to swallow a sharp cry from you.

You’d been fueled by lust, but sustained by longing.

This was so much more than one kiss.

And as you clutched onto his shoulders – one metal and one flesh – you knew this would not be the end of it.

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[toji-girl]

there for you | k. ryuguji

synopsis: Life sometimes doesn't go the way you want, people make mistakes but this one wasn't a mistake, it was one of the best things that has ever happened to you, no matter the hurt it caused others.

wc: 2.8k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + repost from my old blog + angst with the smut + cheating from reader + high sex [ducon] + weed + shotgunning + you're married to Mikey + fighting between you and him + slight sexting + fingering + squirting + unprotected sex + creampie + spitting + daddy kink + if Mikey is one of your favorites this might be your cup of tea [I do love him] 

an: this was my submission for the REDDIT-INSPIRED COLLABORATION hosted by @ohkento!

People would say that sleeping with your ex-brother-in-law and best friend's wife while he's out of town on business, would be an asshole move, right?

They just didn't know the circumstances of what led up to it. Only you and Draken do. A dark secret you both are taking to the grave.

You didn't mean to send the half-naked picture to him. Well, maybe not the first one, at least. He complimented you endlessly on how beautiful you looked, and how lucky he is to see such an art form. 

As of late, he's been giving you more attention than your own husband has, which isn't acceptable in any shape or form but you still ate it up greedily like a starved puppy.

And you'd be lying if you didn't think the tall, dark-haired man wasn't cute, and you knew him when you met Mikey at a young age.

Your mother forbade you to hang out with such 'trash' even after you and she got into endless arguments, and you ended up running away with him and Mikey pretty much, but it was thrilling to do so. Mikey wouldn't put you in any real danger though.

But he made sure you'd have your fun and also had his friends watch over you, especially Draken, who developed a serious crush on you before he started liking Emma but then after you and his friend got together it was all swept under the rug for a multitude of reasons. 

Now after being married to Manjiro for almost a decade the flame that once was strong and could burn down the world was a barely-there flame. The slightest breeze would put it out leaving nothing but smoke that would whoosh away as well.

And a part of you hated to admit that your mother was right when she said that Mikey would end up hurting you, and he did but it wasn't in the way she thought. His long business trips were weighing on you more than you really thought they would. 

He was gone more than he was at home, which made you feel like one of those cliche lonely housewives, but if it was true, then it isn't too far off. Mikey reverted back to his old ways months ago.

Between the fighting and everything else.

Draken got the front seat when he was around which was more times than not, a lot of the times he'd bring his son to see you and his uncle but his mini him stayed attached to your side thankfully this time it was just the three of you sitting in the living room talking. 

"You're going to be gone for an entire month? What - what about me Mikey? I can't even tell you the last time you hugged me or held me, your little missions are so much more important than me? Our marriage?" You asked in a pinched tone as you stared at him. 

Having an audience to the downfall of your marriage brought tears to your eyes as did the blank stare your husband gave you, his eyes blinking owlishly watching you cry for him. 

You stomped to the bedroom, sure to slam the door enough to rattle the walls, and if you had to guess a few of your husband's wounds popped back open bleeding into his soul.

The very same one, he said you fixed and mended, but you didn't believe it anymore. You worked hard on getting him back, doing everything you could.

When he gets back home from trips, you'd greet him at the door naked with dinner on the table only for him to tell you he was exhausted.

Not that you'd ever blame him, you know what you were getting into when you married him, but you didn't know it could hurt this bad.

And you always thought that your sex life wouldn't die out either, until it has. You can't even remember the last time you saw your husband's dick or his interest in you.

Many times, you pleaded for him to get help, talk to you, or anything of the sort but he flat out refused which left you alone and frustrated.

"Hey...he's gone. Can I come in?" Draken asked from the other side of the door as he rapt his knuckles on the heavy wood with a sigh.

You wiped at the tears flowing down your face while you sniffled and pressed the heel of your palm into your eyes. "I really don't care."

He pushed the door open and stepped inside with his hands in his pockets looking at you unsure what to say. "I'm not mad at you, your best friend is not the man I married."

Dark eyes softened as he crossed the threshold into uncertainty to sit down next to you. Draken is very familiar with the term 'a shoulder to cry on becomes a dick to ride on.'

"I know. He's - you know, Mikey. I've talked to him, and said it would end up like Emma and me did." He replied with a shrug. 

"Thankfully, we don't have a kid - oh, that was not nice of me. I'm sorry, Ken, I'm just a big ball of emotions. What did he say to that?" You questioned softly, curious on his answer of another failed marriage, his own sisters no less.

You both turned your heads at the same time and looked at each other. "Not much, I don't think anyone can help him anymore."

His sentence felt like a turtleneck sweater that was too tight as your throat formed a lump, making it hard to breathe or swallow.

Draken pulled his hands from his pockets and rubbed his large palms over his jeans. "Call me if you need anything." He told you before standing up giving you one more glance before leaving you alone.

Morning came with a heartache knowing Mikey was already gone, and you knew he didn't sleep in the bed last night. Everything came as it always did, doing the same things daily until it was time for bed.

Later the next night you lay in bed taking pictures in an attempt to feel good about yourself capturing a few good ones sending them to Mikey, unknowingly they went to Ken as well who saw it immediately.

It went unseen on your husband's phone, but not his friend who was staring at it feeling all his blood rush between his legs at work which was not a good place to pop one of those around all the guys.

Incoming message

Ken: Tryin' to get me in trouble?

You read his text feeling flustered thankful it wasn't a totally nude one, but he could use his imagination to see the rest of you bare for him, your flesh looked so biteable, his teeth ached to sink into you.

But you couldn't lie the attention was nice even though it was from Ken, the relationship was already complicated, to begin with, and this was pushing more boundaries but you sent another one anyway.

Outgoing message

You: No, but maybe I am now. Come by for dinner?

He ducked into his office and locked the door looking at the picture you sent him, your bra off and bare tits out for his greedy eyes to take in. Now his dick was extremely painfully hard and throbbing now.

Dark eyes scanned his screen reading your invitation with an arched brow knowing he needed to say no and delete the pictures, not reaching down with an open palm to rub against his bulge.

He pulled away and tapped his reply before sliding his phone into his pocket knowing he was going to end up fucking you later if you ask, it's been a long time since he's been with anyone.

He knows you're lonely, plus it's not right with how Mikey is treating you and his son isn't with him this week who you happen to be the aunt of, instead, he's with his ex until he picks him up on Monday.

You waited for his answer for a few minutes feeling dread fill your stomach as you slipped your wedding ring off and pulled your bra back on when he FaceTimed you. Hitting the answer button you looked at him on the screen. "Keep it off. I want you for dessert."

His voice was dark as he looked at you then the curves of your breasts. "I get off in an hour, see you then." With that, he hung up leaving you an estimated time to get ready for him.

In that time, you cleaned up, made dinner, and changed your pj pants into shorts keeping the tank top on without the bra when you let Ken inside. "Smells good, thanks for the invite." He murmured with a grin.

"Not a problem, also I rolled us a joint if you want to smoke that before we eat?" You suggested taking his coat from the harsh winter wind that blew outside pushing against the door with a groan.

He grinned and nodded letting you lead the way into the kitchen where everything was already set up. Being a gentleman Ken pulled your chair out and poured the wine then lit the end of the joint.

The conversation was pleasant, something you appreciated. Not once did he bring up Mikey or Emma, nor did you. The white smoke curled around you two while soft music played in the background. 

Long slender fingers stroked your shoulders playing with the strap of your tanktop. "You know the first picture was a mistake but then you replied almost immediately to it, at work might I add." Ken shrugged. 

"You look sexy what can I say?" He murmured moving his hand to the back of your neck giving it a squeeze as he leaned in pressing his lips against yours blowing smoke into your awaiting mouth with a kiss. 

Ken pulled away to puff on the joint before giving it to you to serve dinner where you both shared a plate feeding each other, the eye contact so intense your heart beat like a heavy dream in your chest. 

After more conversation about your day, he helped you clean up and sat back down on the couch with you draping his arm over your shoulder grabbing the remote to change the music, the beat more sensual and the lyrics turned sexual in nature making you flustered. 

You looked up at him with a lazy smile, your eyes red and glassy as your hand stroked up and down his arm. "Tell me you want this too, beg me to touch you." He murmured squishing your lips together. 

"I want you to touch me, Ken, please." You whispered and let him pull your tanktop straps down slowly until it was pooled around your waist baring your tits to his greedy large palms that cupped them. 

A sigh escaped your lips when he dragged his thumb over your pebbled nipples leaning in to taste your lips again, his tongue tangled with yours in a passionate kiss that left you breathless and wet. 

Ken pulled the rest of your clothes off just as slowly leaving behind a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses as his hand slid down between your legs his finger pressing into the wet slick spot with a squelch. 

You parted your legs wider for him letting him have more access to your bare pussy with a low growl. "So wet, all just from a little bit of kissing? How cute. She's weeping for me." He husked in your ear. 

No matter how bad you wanted to look at him you couldn't so you opted to close your eyes and let him pump two long slender fingers inside you, his thumb caressed your clit in a soft circle dripping spit down and pooling around where he was buried knuckle deep. 

He nipped at your bottom lip feeling his cock throb between his legs as you palmed at him tugging at the band of his sweatpants letting the heat rise between you two. "Want you so bad please, baby." 

Your hand slid into his boxers stroking his cock from base to tip slowly as he curled his fingers hooking them against your g-spot. "Look so good for me like this, wanna cum 'f me? Be a good girl and squirt for daddy." Ken demanded testing the waters for that kink. 

This time you looked at him as you let go of him to hump his fingers wildly as he sunk to his knees between your legs stroking your clit with his fingers pushing you over the edge until you squirted. 

Ever the gentleman he was, Ken lapped up the mess lewdly as he withdrew his fingers from you to tug his sweats and boxers down freeing his aching cock that bobbed from the sheer weight of it. 

You both looked at each other then down between your legs as he hooked his arms under your knees and pulled you closer to the edge of the couch rubbing the tip between your pussylips. "You sure still?" 

It's been months since you've done anything like this, borderline a year, and you didn't care about anything else but him fucking your pussy making it a puff cream like you deserved. "I am yes! Please!" 

The room filled with the musky scent of sex and desired pants as he thrust the tip inside your tight pussy with a strained grunt, his fingers squished the fat on your thighs keeping your legs spread obscenely wide for him to bare witness sinking into you with a guttural moan. 

You both let out unashamed moans, feeling how you mold around his cock. It felt even better while floating from the joint, Ken bottomed out, leaning down to kiss you deeply. 

His tongue met yours as he rolled his hips nice and slow, making sure you felt him as he scattered kisses all over your face. "You feel so good." He whispered against your neck softly. 

With your legs wrapped around him, he used his  strength to flip positions, putting you on top of him. "Go slow. You're getting greedy with it." 

Your eyes focused on his as you sat down, fully feeling the air get knocked from your lungs as you gripped his shoulders. "Because I want it." 

He huffed, blowing a chunk of dark hair from his face as you leaned in and sat up, letting the tip of his dick stay inside of you before sitting down again, repeating the motion while kissing him. 

It couldn't be helped. His soft lips felt nice against yours as he held your hips guiding you into riding his cock until you see fit. His teeth finally found your neck biting down at the soft flesh nipping it gently. 

Ken left soft love bites that would disappear in an hour all over your shoulder as he fucked into you from below. "You're so pretty riding me. I might keep you as mine." He huffed loudly letting his head fall back against the couch watching you fuck him. 

Your pussy clenched around him as you ground down now rubbing your clit against his pubic bone hearing the soft wet suctioning sounds of where you two met in an erotic dance that left you moaning from swollen mushroom head kissing your cervix. 

His hands squished your ass cheeks together, hitting a certain spot when he rocked up into you. "Good girl, want me to cum in you?" Ken asked as he leaned forward to kiss your breasts again, his mouth latched onto your nipple suckling hungrily as you nodded wildly.

With your fingers buried in his hair that came free from his braid, you tugged on it pushing him closer to you chanting his name like a prayer that poured from your open mouth like a river. "Draken!" 

Ken grunted as he gripped your asscheeks feeling your pussy ripple around him wet and so fucking tight he couldn't help it any longer and filled you to the brim with thick cum that seeped from your cunt. 

The both of you stayed like that coming down from your high as you buried your face in his neck, the reality of what happened finally hit you like a truck as your phone rang, Mikey's name popped on the screen as Ken looked at it then you with a heavy sigh. 

Sex clung heavily to you as you cupped Draken's cheeks pressing soft honey kisses along his face. "Thank you for making me feel appreciated and beautiful, I know this is beyond the scope of wrong but I really enjoyed our time together, don't leave me tonight please." 

Dark eyes widened at your request. It was something he wasn't expecting, he figured you just wanted his dick but it was clear how truly lonely you are and it made him mad as hell at Mikey for treating you this way and how lucky he is that he's the one there for you. 

#tw: infidelity #tw: dubcon #tw: weed #Ken smut #ken ryuguji smut #ken ryuuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji smut #ken ryuguji #Draken smut #Draken x reader smut #tokyo revengers smut #ken x you smut #draken x yn smut #tr smut #tr x reader smut #tokyo revengers x reader smut

[babygirl-diaz]

The True American Scene from New Girl but with Buck and Eddie

*Buck and Eddie locked in a room*

Eddie: Argh, what's the big deal? Let's just suck it up and French a little Buck: Okay, fine, but don't say let's suck it up and French a little Eddie: It's not a big deal. Let's just do it. Buck: Great, yeah Eddie: Yeah, let's just do it Eddie: Why are you licking your lips? Buck: I'm licking 'em to make 'em better Eddie: Fine, now just kiss me Buck: Okay, bossy, I'm doing it Eddie: Fine, then do it Buck: Fine, I'm doing it Eddie: Nope, this isn't working for me. You're making weird faces Buck: I'm not making weird faces. This is just my face! *1 hour later* Marisol: Eddie, what's wrong? I got your message, what's happening? Eddie: We were playing this game and Buck and I lost and they locked us in here and won't let us out until we kiss *2 minutes later* Marisol, joining the others: KISS! KISS! KISS! Eddie: Okay, let's just do this already. Just kiss me! Buck: No, I'm not gonna kiss you Eddie: Just kiss me. Or I could- *leaning in* Buck: *pulling away* No, I'm not gonna kiss you! Eddie: God dammit, Buckley, just kiss me already! Buck: NO, not like this! Eddie: Wait, what? What's that supposed to mean? Buck: Nothing! I didn't mean it like- I just- we can't- not like that- I mean you and me- It's argh! Give me a second-- LET ME OUT OF HERE! I'M GONNA FAINT! I'M DYING! LET ME OUT HERE!!! *starts crying* Maddie: Okay, jeez, we're gonna let you out! *Next Day at the firehouse* Eddie: Well, that was embarrassing. I can't believe you actually started crying to get out of kissing me Buck: I did what I had to do Eddie: Of course, you did, Buck. Or you know, you could have just kissed me. Buck: For a guy who has a girlfriend, you seem pretty eager to kiss me Eddie: *blushes and rolls his eyes* You're an idiot *starts to walk away* Buck: *pulls him back and kisses him and maybe Frenches him a little* Eddie: W- what? Buck: I meant something like that.

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #incorrect quotes #911 incorrect quotes #drabble #new girl inspired quote #tw: infidelity

[nanamimizz]

𝚬𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝚶𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝚶𝐔𝐍𝐆.

tags: 18+ minors dni, stepcest, fingering, squirting, corruption, virginity, infidelity, overstimulation, mention of m! receiving oral but does NOT happen...ayato calls himself your father and calls you his daughter because he’s a freak!! mot actually related. age gap mentioned, arranged marriage.

synopsis: i’m starving, darling. let me put my lips to something. let me wrap my teeth around the world - when your mother marries a man one year your senior you begin something that will last an eternity.

When you return, you find out your mother was to marry the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato and that your families were to be joined - you only took the news with a stiff smile and a nod to your head. With the passing of your father, the relationship between you and your mother dissipated into something sour and mist-like. She wasn’t always like this, maybe your father was the only thing in the world that could make her happy but when he left this world it seems so did the person she was once, all that was left is the vapid and vain shell of a woman you’ve never met before.

This world gives and this world takes, it took your father away and gave you the beginnings of the next phase of your life. 

One where you have to call a man one year your senior father, who married a woman only enough to be his mother. The wedding ceremony was fast and happened in a blur, something so unlike the rest of the world created by Inazuman customs and it’s only when you move into the Kamisato estate is when you finally have a moment with your stepfather and mother. It appears Lord Kamisato has set his foot down to have quality time as a family. His little sister, Lady Ayaka is a beacon of shining purity just like what the rumors say and her company is pleasant to put it lightly. Thoma is kind, and understanding of what this feels like, familiar with the experience of acclimating to this specific household.

Dinner is a meal most familiar to you, warm towels for your hands - tea with pickled vegetables is served first before the heavier courses of rice and meats, for now, your miso soup grows cold as you just stare at the murky contents that reflect your mind. Only your mother is eating her meal as if this was the conclusion of a normal day, and you find that Ayato also leaves his food untouched. Tentatively, your eyes rise from the cutlery on the table to meet his - and you find it hard to look away. The young Lord Kamistato has always been heard to be handsome, it is the whisper that leaves every heiress and matchmaker’s lips but you find that such remarks fade to nothing when in the presence of such beauty in the flesh. His eyes are the same soft violet of the lightning Her Excellency controls and the mole on his lip is like an inverted moon, the mark calling your eyes among the white skin of his glass skin.

Your eyes widen, flinching on your cushion when his eyes flickered to your mother's look to what’s before him and then they look up at yours.

You are seen.

How terrifying is that?

A small smile graces his face, blooming like a sakura petal and it feels like you’ve seen spring for the first time in your life. He says your name, it sounds poetic when he speaks the characters that make up the sacred name you were given at your birth. He makes conversation with you, and you find yourself smiling while actually eating - he asks about your studies, what cultural affairs you’ve mastered, and which season you like best. You fail to see how your mother watches this exchange, eyes narrowed in a venomous stare at how you quietly laugh at his quips and wit. Dinner comes and goes, all the way the coldness your mother regards you does not thaw or melt - it’s as if her heart has frozen since the day her husband was buried and nothing could change the everlasting winter that lived within her body.

It is like this when the dinner ends and she leaves first, leaving her plates there for Thoma to clean up and she stalks to her shared room with the Lord of the House and Ayato frowns, for once looking like his age and no longer like the master everyone expects him to be since the loss of his own parents. The atmosphere that was once pleasant, and almost happy faded the moment your mother stepped away from the dining room, and now the air is tense with all things unsaid.

“I’m sorry about her, my mother…she - she has not been the same since my father’s death. Please don’t hold this against her.” You say, voice quiet and polite in the way you’ve been taught to speak since you could walk. Ayato turns to look at you, and you shiver in your seat again as you are trapped by those lovely eyes once again. Is this what a butterfly on a corkboard feels like? You find his gaze terrifying as it is lovely.

“It’s quite alright, I hope you don’t mind me speaking plainly but this was an advantageous match for me. I have no intentions of loving your mother, like the way your father did. I do not think there will ever be another man for your mother that could fill the hole of a husband as he could.” He explains, wiping his mouth with a napkin in the smooth and pristine way men of his class only could and you find yourself nodding.

“You would be correct in that assumption. She was changed much by the loss of my father and I understand this was arranged, all that I can ask is that you take care of her to the best of your abilities. I pray that is not too much to ask.” You say, inclining your head to show your respect to him, both as the husband to your mother and as the master of your new home. You can’t see how this makes him ball his fists under the table, knuckles growing white at your soft and delicate speech. Your mother was known for her ways, grief made her lose all her wits, and many men find her not to be a respectable match despite the wealth she carries both from her own blood and that of her previous husband. It is because of how she carries herself it has made many men, many fine suitors turn their eyes away from you despite how well of a match you would make for another man. Mayhaps that is why he took this match, you now being…his daughter in the legal sense could make you find a good match, and take you away from your mother and her wretchedness.

He blames his sympathy for women on his little sister, finds much of her traits that people love in you, and wants to sponsor your own growth so you may grow into a finer woman than you already are.

“Of course, and please do understand that I will take care of you in any capacity. I understand that me being your father may be uncomfortable for you but I do believe that every young woman should have a male figure that she could rely on entirely. I will do my best to fill such a role for you in the most respectful capacity. I do not wish to replace your father, I just want you to know I am here for you in any way you would like me to be.” He explains, rising from his position as head of the table and reaching out a hand to help you rise from your own seat. 

He lets you fit your arm into the crook of his elbow and begins to lead you away from the dining room and to the bed chambers part of the manor and he nods when he sees Thoma once again taking the cutlery away. Ayato finds it difficult to walk faster, your company is so sweet it reminds him of the red bean mochi his mother made for him on his 12th birthday before she grew too frail to see him for his 13th. Your perfume fills his senses on the last turn to your new room, it sweetly makes its way past his cheek when you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, and he finds his eyes tracing the line of your neck as you turn to bid him goodnight with a smile.

You step into your room, and the shoji board slides shut marking the end to a moment he truly wished was a moment more eternal. He makes to turn and makes his way to his own bed chambers he shares with your mother, and the towering castle of Tenshukaku is all he sees. In a moment of pure weakness as he will call this moment when morning comes and he prays - prays to his god that is most closest onto heaven and prays that you could be his rather than the woman in his bed. 

The night does not go well for you, despite being dressed in your favorite sleeping yukata -  the fabric of soft and loose against your body and does nothing to aid you in sleeping tonight. You think of your mother, of your father, and of Ayato. You fall into a trance of almost sleep and almost awake, every time you nod off you would wake to the image of your mother shouting at you and how Ayato smiled at you. Sitting up from your futon you sigh, bringing your hands to your face and shaking your head as the all too familiar stinging in your eyes makes embarrassment fill you from the inside out.

 The only thing that soothes you in times like these was a stroll through the gardens of your home, counting the petals of the tsubaki when they are in bloom but this isn’t your home and you don’t know if there will be tsubaki petals to count when you arrive to the beautiful gardens you saw when you had first arrived. The moon is full, high in the sky, and through the shoji boards that make up your window you can see the branches of the tree in the gardens move in the gentle wind almost as if it waves you, beseeching you to see the garden in all its glory and who are you to deny what is asked of you? The manor looks different in the dark than in the light of day, no candles are here to guide you but the moon and you find yourself on the porch looking out at the blue flowers that glow in the night with a soft small.

The natural beauty of the world always soothes you in a way nothing else can and it can be seen in the smile you wear as bright and as high as the moon in the sky that watches over you. You are so entranced you don’t hear the footsteps on the tatami mats behind you nor the steps on the wood paneling until you hear the voice that has haunted you tonight since dinner started.

“You shouldn’t be here so late at night,” Ayato says, voice low and firm, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks you over. Your hair is down, no longer done in the style you had it in the day and you have forgone the beautifully designed kimono instead you wear a plain white yukata made for sleeping. He finds how cruelly unfair it is that you are ethereal in this state of undress  - there is a lump in his throat, your eyes shine in the light of the moon and he finds that he wants you more than he has wanted anything else before. You look back at him over your shoulder, your smile falling at how the man that has haunted you stands before you in all his otherworldly beauty and your throat aches with all that is inside you begging to be freed.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep and I always come out to the garden when that happens.” You apologize, hands folded in your lap as you direct your eyes to fall where it is your hands are situated. Ayato’s eyes trace your figure that is bathed most intimately by the light of the moon with the same heat of the lightning that forks through the Inazuman sky and sighs deep from within. This is a joke, a cruel twist of fate that must be punishment for either his actions or that of his ancestors - that he wants you as the ocean waves want for the shores but can’t have you but must keep you close by the title of family.

“You must not do this again, the Kamisato family has many rivals. Doing this without a guard would prove to be lethal for you.” He lectures, sounding every bit of the elder brother he is, and though he speaks of dangerous, dark things you can’t help but feel at ease with him so near. Ayato is a pillar - in the realm of a beautiful dream that is this nation, a pillar in his house’s affairs, and now he is a pillar to your family. It should trouble you how easily you trust this man that was a stranger a week ago but now you find yourself wanting for him the way fire begs for wood to burn.

“You are right, forgive my lack of foresight my lord. It won’t happen again.” You apologize, head bowing in your admittance and Ayato is not a man strong enough to not watch how your neck moves, sakura petal eyes tracing down your decolletage that is revealed by the open folds of your yukata. He takes his eyes away from the action heavily as if he has stones in his heart at the idea of not having you before him. Nudging with his head he tells you to go back inside, you only catch the mole on his lip in the light of the moon as you rise from your seat on the porch. You make your way across, until you are beside him and you freeze when you catch the scent of sakura and cypress - soft and floral but still cuts through the soft scents of the garden in which you stand.

You once heard of a story in the far regions of the Mondstat, of a snake that tempts a woman to sin the garden of the Anemo Archon and you wonder if that was not just a story but a warning. Lord Kamisato - Ayato, he requested that you call him that is so, is before you and he is as beautiful as a pearl, shining in the palm of your hand; bringing you to him like a moth to a flame.

Mayhaps the snake in the story is you - the weaker parts of you, that relish in your desire and spit on your chastity. Here, in the garden face to face with a piece of you that you aren’t familiar with and a man that brings her into the real world, you find yourself unable to leave as you drown in between the sakura petals and the cypress leaves. Ayato spoke of the danger from rival clans but really doesn’t he know he is more dangerous than any poison or assassin? With a single look, a single word, and a single passing of his perfume he leaves you in shambles, and everything about your life is swallowed by the flames and you can think about wanting him.

From his princely build to the way his hair falls and his eyes shine, he is what you most want at this moment - maybe all you will ever want for the rest of eternity. At festivals Lady Ayaka most often speaks the words most familiar to all Inazumans - We pray to our god, may all our dreams endure forever. In the past, you’d find such sentiments noble but now you can’t help but find them cruel, this must not endure - the heartbreak on your mother, the shame you both would be at the hands of should sapling bud and bloom into a flower you could never take back.

No, this must not go on from the moment you leave the garden. So why is it that you can not make the last step? You can’t leave this place, standing at his side and gazing up at him with all the wonder of first love.

“You need to go back,” Ayato says, his voice heavy when he says your name, “please go back to your chambers.” He urges, eyes locked on the shape of your lips and he curses himself for thinking about tracing the cupid bows of your lips with his tongue.

“I can’t.” Your voice wavers, shy and scared of what you are about to admit - speaking of the things that only exist in your heart makes them real and you can’t help thinking of all the repercussions this would bring if you say what is in your heart.

“Why can’t you?” Ayato asks, hand clenched in a fist and he knows the answer despite it wishing it would be anything else but the truth he knows. The Lord Kamisato is not good at dealing with the truth, all his matters are worked with the materials that lie in the shadows - deceit, manipulation, and veiled threats. All that is around you is but an illusion, only trust what is before you to be true and he desperately wishes you could be anywhere else but before him, as it is what makes the sentiment in your heart to be true.

“The same reason you came here, for me.” You say and it is like the lightning and thunder of his god have struck him down from his place in heaven to the earth. Ayato swallows, heavy and thick and he turns his gaze to look you in the eye. Oh, how lovely you are in the moonlight and Ayato does not curse himself when he thinks about how lovely you would look bathed in the candlelight laying under him in the bedding of his futon.

“Can you fault me? How do I look away now that I have seen you?” He speaks so softly you have a hard time remembering that he runs the darker underbelly of the Yashiro Commission's affairs along with the other commanders - they are the sword that Her Excellency wields in her nation and to keep the peace you can only shudder to think about what dark deals transpire in the shadows of your country.

“I feel the same, something changed tonight. I know it is for you too.” You say and it’s the best you can manage - words such as I love you, I want you, You should be mine instead of my mothers are too dangerous as if they are coated in a poison that would stop your heart should they escape your lips.

“Yes. There has been a change.” Ayato chokes out, his own admission heavy but finds whatever noble words he wanted to say do not come out. Instead, they die, turning to dust on his tongue leaving him parched for a thirst that can only be satisfied by you - your essence in him, surrounding him in a way that only the most intimate of lovers know of. All nobility leaves his lean body with each step he takes toward you, sheds off like snakeskin as he lets his hands cup your face and he finds that sin tastes of you. You gasp at the gentle touch of his kiss, the first one in life by a man and you find yourself accepting it, and the vain, vapid part of you that you have tried so hard to rein in explodes within yourself as you let your hands tremble and clutch at his own robe.

Something small and soft, an ember grows into a wildfire as his tongue swipes at your lips for entrance and your gasping mouth concedes naively as you moan into his own mouth when takes your tongue to suck on. Ayato is a teasing kisser - sucking and nipping and tracing the curves of your teeth to leave you gasping hotly at the foreign experiences that make you break out into goosebumps under the night sky in the garden. 

When he breaks away because the gods have cursed him by needing to breathe and not being able to sustain himself off of you completely, he follows each movement away with a peek at your flushed mouth. Pressing his forehead to yours he looks into your eyes, hazed and dimmed with the rush he gave you; he twitches at the thought of that being your first kiss and that tonight, if you let him he will be your first everything. You are sweeter in your affections, pressing fleeting kisses to his lips and brushing your nose to his chin as he pants back his breath, his hands still cupping your cheeks. His thumb rubs at the soft skin and he laughs under his breath quietly at the observation he makes at the moment.

“Your skin - it’s soft, like mochi.” Ayato comments, voice soft and deep, coated in desire as he presses kiss after kiss on your soft cheeks that you giggle at their plushness. You quickly shush yourself and take a quick look around.

“The guards won’t be here if that’s what you are concerning yourself with.” He says, turning his face to whisper into your ear - pressing a gentle peck against the gentle shell and humming amusedly when you gasped at the ticklish sensation. His hands have long since abandoned their hold on your face and you only squirm in their descendent as one settles at the swell of your breast. You gasp, your own soft hands coming to clutch at his wrist when Ayato lets out a pleased hum at the weight of your breast in the palm of his hand, thumb swiping at where the visible pebble of your nipple in the thin fabric.

“Have you ever been with anyone else before me tonight?” Ayato asks his voice smooth as a river and it might be from how he’s touching you, groping you with expert hands that leave you muddled and but you can only give him a soft little “what?” to his question. Ayato’s other hand soon settles itself on the curve of your hip that can’t be seen from the form of your yukata so when it is found - it leaves you trembling when his fingers trail over the curvature, even going as far to make them dig into the plush of your backside.

“I’m asking - sweet little thing if a man other than me has ever been where I am? Has a man kissed you as I have, touched you here,” he is interrupted by the harsh squeeze on your breast that makes you whine,” or there.” Ayato finishes off with a hard squeeze and light tap against your flank that makes you gasp and wilt in his hold.

“No- no one has ever- been where you are before.” You hastily say, voice high and thin as you stutter when his hands grow more and more demanding. Whining when Ayato looks into your eyes and nods when his hand goes under the folds of your yukata, your pure skin shining in the moonlight. You are soft like tsubaki petals and sweet like mochi, Ayato thinks - virginal is the word to describe you from the heat in your cheeks and the doe eyes you give him. He can see your chest in full, enticing and calling for his attention which is received in quick tugs of your tight nipples that make you gasp. Squirming against his touch, you are open to the hot open mouth kisses he places against your neck.

“No marks - please,” You gasp out, your voice withering at his ministrations and you are given a soft nod from him. His hand that was busy pawing your ass has made its way to your front, where the tie of your yukata waited to be undone by his expert hands.

“We can’t have anyone know you were with your new stepfather like this can we?” He teases, hand undoing the knot, finding its way through the silken fabric and pressing against the undergarments you wear. Stuttering at how his fingers press unto the now damp gusset of your panties, you whine into his ear.

“Don’t - don’t call yourself that right now. It’s-,” you are interrupted by the soft moan you let out when his fingers roll against the flushed pearl of your clit in your panties that only grow to be soaked at his slow ministrations. Ayato is experienced and cruel in how he plucks at your strings as if he was the finest koto player in all of the world and you, his instrument.

“It’s what my dear? It appears you’ve lost your thought.” He teases, voice dark like sin and you shudder when it is poured by a kiss at your neck and his fingers making their way past the barrier of your soaked underwear to touch your bare cunt for the first time. They swipe at your folds, collecting the clear nectar you leak so sweetly for him as he waits for you to speak again.

“It’s perverse.” You speak but it comes out like a whine, voice pitched by the haze of lust and you are helpless to how he keeps his fingers at your folds, mapping out the petals of your own flower that blooms so prettily for him. When one goes inside for the first time you squeak at the intrusion, your own hands coming to clutch at his arm as his finger is curled and pumped inside of you.

“Ah, yes it is but you see dearest,” Ayato tilts his head at you with something darker than mischief dancing in his violet eyes, “that is all more reason to call myself such a title - I fear I have quite the penchant for all things perverse.” Anything you want to say next dies on your lips as the second finger makes its way inside of you, joining the first one in how it curls against the spongy spot on your walls that he found with his expert touch. You gasp and shake as you slick his fingers more and more, to the point you wonder if what it is you two are doing can be heard from on the other side of the manor. 

You hate yourself for how you feel your cunt clench around him, slick now dripping onto the wood floor beneath you like drops of rain. His thumb aligns itself with your clit and it’s as if one had bottled the lightning that most commonly dances in the sky into your body and only now do you notice how it sings in your veins. Such is the manner of pleasure, one could assume.

Ayato has brought your face to his, violet eyes that will forever haunt gaze at the “o” of your mouth and the scrunch of your brow and he knows what is about to happen to you. The sea of pleasure crashes at your ankles and he will be the one to take you to its depths.

“Go ahead, pretty thing, fall apart for me - for your father.” You feel the saltwater of pleasure crashing onto you, it sinks into your bones - deep into the marrow that slips into each drop of blood that pumps into your heart. One of his hands, you don’t know which one comes to your mouth and steals every moan and cry you let out. It is too much pleasure, too much shock and you don’t have it in yourself to be quiet when everything feels too good for you right now. Ayato does not still his fingers, keeps them focused on the bundle of your nerves intent on making you spill across his fingers in ways that you’ve never done - not for anyone, including yourself.

When you whine against his hand, his palm as warm as the sun he only chuckles softly - the sound sends something hot into your blood and in your sore stomach as the band that had snapped rewinds again and it feels so good it aches.

“Pretty thing, I want something from you and I will have it - give your father what he wants. Be good for me.” It is as if the thunder god had struck you herself as light flashes across your eyes when the shut - squeezed tight as tears from your eyes and tears from your cunt slide out. Ayato - your stepfather’s hand is coated in your slick that shines like the petals in Chinju Forest in the light of the moon. You feel weak as if Ayato was a vampire, a demon that had sucked the life out of you and left you as nothing but a shell. The night does not end - when the Lord of the house himself sees you as you are before him, unclothed and washed in sin how could he ever look elsewhere? How else is he supposed to send you on your way with a satisfied cunt while his cock pulses in his own robes?

It is a mercy that he won’t have to, it seems.

Not when he sees you languidly tying your robe loosely, enough so it closes at your legs but open enough he can see your heaving breasts and tight nipples. When he wets his lips he thinks about them in his mouth and how cute you sound when you squeal from having them played with. His mind goes to a complete blank when he sees you drop to your knees, pressing your knees to the wood that was now tainted with drops of your cum - nudging your face to where the tails of the tie around his waist fall.

The hot bulge of his cock can be felt, and Ayato moans softly when you press the shape of your lips to the imprint. His hand that once quieted you, quieted him in turn and he murmured softly into the heated night air as he let another hand run through your loose hair.

“Now where did you learn this - this is what pleasure women do, did you know that?” He asks a teasing question meant to fluster you at the mention of such a salacious occupation.

“It’s also something that wives do.” You say back, voice muffled by the fabric of his robe and he half chuckles half moans at the tease of your breath against his neglected cock that seems determined to break free of the confines of the fabric.

“Oh? Is that what you want from me - is being my daughter not enough? I never would have mistaken you for a greedy woman.” You whine pitifully - face warm when he mentions what it is that binds you together.

“Stop calling me that when we are like this - it’s a cruel joke.” You say, allowing yourself to be manipulated by him until you realize that you are no longer on your knees but rising to your feet, and pushing yourself in the direction of your chambers.

“Why are you sending me away? You still haven’t-”

“I know, and I won’t, at least not tonight.” Ayato cuts you off, voice firm as he watches you stumble with shaky legs like a newborn fawn. You’ve clutched the opening of your yukata closer to yourself, it reeks of sex and sweat, and things better left unsaid. You tremble as you stand and Ayato finds himself back at your side as he puts a hand on your waist to keep you steady.

“Why?” You ask and he finds it most amusing how your voice has now grown timid, it’s sweet almost and he has always delighted in sweet things.

“Because you aren’t a whore, or my wife - I won’t fuck your cunt or your face like one. You are a lady and I will fuck you one like another time and in another place.” He announces, voice unwavering as he keeps on the right path of sending you to your chambers. It’s later than it once was and the chill will soon take you now that you are not partaking in any strenuous activities - you are open to being taken by it.

“You want to do this again?” You ask, voice as soft as an owl’s wing and Ayato can’t help but coo at you - such an innocent little thing he has in his grasp. How will he be able to focus on other matters with you in his home? He has no idea but he has always found a thrill in the sadistic game of wanting what’s right before you.

“Dearest now that I have had you, I fear there is no one else I could want. So let’s do our best to enjoy it while it lasts.” He teases and he pushes you forward, into the halls that lead to your bed and you find yourself looking back at the man that in a single night has you in his web. Ayato smiles at you, and you fear something wicked this way comes.

“Get some rest, daughter dearest. I’ll see you in the morning.” with a shiver running down the notches of your too-delicate spine, you run back to your chambers and find that sleep takes you in her arms much more openly than before.

And when you wake up and sit across the periwinkle-haired man you find that the night before was not a dream but rather the reality upon which eternity is built on.

#lamb.writes #tw:stepcest #ayato smut #ayato kamisato smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #tw: infidelity

[therealmofamorus]

Stolen Hearts AU MK Intro: Jaune Arc vs Pyrrha Nikos

Arena: Beacon Academy Dining Hall

Jaune: Face it Pyr. You can’t resist this cock anymore~

Pyrrha: I-I am with C-Cardin….

Jaune: Can he satisfy your needs?

X-xx-X

Pyrrha: Size doesn’t matter when it comes to sex. It about skills and endurance!

Jaune: Which mean that you admit that Cardin is a chump in sex~

Pyrrha: T-That not what I meant….

X-xx-X

Pyrrha: Jaune….

Jaune: Ready to admit you want me back~?

Pyrrha: Please…I need your cock….

#my post #rwby #rwby smut #rwby shitpost #rwby arkos #arkos #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #alpha male stud au #stolen hearts au #rwby au #arkos au #meme post #mk intro #mk intro meme #tw: ntr #cheating #tw: infidelity

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I Trust You

Kageyama Tobio X Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns); past Miya Atsumu x reader

Warnings: Cheating/infidelity, angst, fluff, swearing, kissing, Atsumu is a real jerk

WC: ~6k

A/N: I’ve had this fic sitting in my drafts for a LONG time. I decided to finally just get it out so it’s not really proof read and definitely not beta read 😅

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Blinking a few times, you rubbed your eyes to make sure the imagine in front if you was real.

Your boyfriend of over a year, MSBY setter, Atsumu Miya was kissing another woman. Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach as you watched the scene unfold, his hands grasping her waist like they had yours just this morning. The thought made you sick.

"Hey YN,” voice sounded from behind you as you turn to see your best friend Mila standing next to her boyfriend, Korai Hoshiumi of the Schweiden Adlers. Mila's hands flew up to her mouth at the sight before her. Korai watched his girlfriends gaze, following it to see you as well as Atsumu behind you. You could see Korai's fist clench in rage as you turned to see Atsumu. His eyes met yours, his face paling.

"Atsumu baby, who is she?" the woman in his arms asked as tears blurred your vision. You couldn't move, the shock of everything overcoming you like waves in the ocean. "Hey what’s," a voice said from behind you. Turning, you saw Tobio Kageyama, setter for the Schweiden Adlers, standing next to Mila and Korai. His eyes concerned when he saw your face, turning into pure rage when he looked beyond you at the scene causing your tears. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds since you first laid eyes on your boyfriend and the other woman but the time felt like it had all but stopped.

You watched as Mila approached you, reaching out to grab you. "Hey honey, are you ok?" she said, trying to check on you. Your eyes snapped to hers as the tears rolled down your cheeks, you turned to look at Atsumu who had no let go of the woman and was walking closer. You instinctively backed away, turning and running from the arena where your entire world had just shattered. You heard Mila's voice yelling at you then at Atsumu as you continued to run.

“Atsumu you fucking asshole!” A voice shouted as your head fogged, running as fast as possible just to escape. “YN wait!” Another voice called but you didn’t stop, running as fast as you legs could carry you, desperate to escape the pain.

“She ran this way,” a voice carried through the arena as you hit the front door, the cold air biting at your face as you took off down the busy street.

Signaling a taxi, you hoped in, telling the driver your address as you stared forward, not wanting to look back.

Back at you're shared apartment with Atsumu, you grabbed a suitcase and stuffed as many clothes as you could in it, hoping to quickly make your exit. You filled your toiletries bag full of your skin care, shampoo, conditioner and whatever else you needed. The end goal being to not return for as long as humanly possible.

You grabbed your laptop, tablet and chargers making sure you had all the basic necessities and left the apartment as quickly as you came. Catching the elevator, you rode down to the first floor, holding yourself together surprisingly well.

Upon exiting, you saw Atsumu's car pull up in a hurry. Not ready to face him just yet, you decided to hide in the lobby bathroom until he got into the elevator. You heard his hurried words, "come on, come on" as he clicked the button, the elevator door opening and closing. You quickly exited the building, grabbing a taxi and telling them the address to Mila and Korai's shared apartment. Clicking your best friends number, you held your phone up to your ear as it rang.

"YN! Oh my god thank God you are ok! We are all so worried about you,” Mila said sounding scared.

"I'm headed to your apartment now, can I stay a few days just until I can figure things out?" you said, your voice cold and empty.

"Of course baby, you can stay as long as you need too,” Mila responded. You could hear her talking to someone, presumably Korai, telling them you were safe.

"Thanks Mila," you said, the tears catching in your throat as your emotions started to crest. You hung up quickly, trying to hold everything in so as to not alarm the taxi driver.

Arriving at the upscale apartments, you quickly walked in and headed to Korai and Mila’s apartment.

"Hey Korai," you said, trying to smile as he opened the door, grabbed your luggage and hauled you into a hug.

"Hey YN," he said as you hugged him back tight.

"Is she here? Baby!" Mila said running toward you and scooping you into a tight hug. You hugged her back as your body began to shake uncontrollably, the emotions you had been resisting finally boiling over.

You begin falling to the ground, screaming and crying as Mila held you, petting your hair and kissing your forehead. Everything was becoming too much and your body was worn out.

"Hey-Hey shhhh it's ok, it's all going to be ok," Mila said, petting your hair as you sobbed. You could hear Mila talking to Korai but you couldn't make out the words, your brain was clouded with all the emotions of the past hour.

"He's calling again,” Korai said as you continued to sob in Mila's arms.

“Tell him she's safe and to fuck all the way off," Mila growled at her boyfriend who you assume only nodded and walked away.

"W-what is wrong with me Mila? W-what did I do?? I-I k-know I'm not always around but I-I try! I go to all his games, I make dinner, I thought everything was ok," you said crying out to your best friend.

She continued to pet your head, holding you close as she whispered, "YN this isn't your fault! Don't you dare thing any of this is your fault baby! Atsumu is a fucking idiot and he doesn’t deserve you!" You cried harder as she pulled you closer yet, kissing your forehead. Korai returned to the living room, his face unreadable.

"Well?" Mila asked.

"He wants to come over. He’s losing it Mila. He knows YN took her stuff and left. I heard him throw something against the wall,” Korai said.

"Are you fucking kidding me? He did this and now he’s acting like a child because he got caught! " Mila whisper shouted, still caressing your hair as she continued to console you.

"I told him no babe. I said our priority is YN and that I don’t think he should be around her in the state he’s in. He told me that it wad fucked up and that he was going to send Osamu over," Korai said, exasperated.

"Does he really think she wants to see Osamu right now either?" Mila chimed in.

“That’s what I said but he was adamant so I called Osamu and told him what happened. He said he wasn't going to fight Atsumu's battle and as far as I know, he's just as pissed at Sumu as the rest of us. Apparently Sakusa had already called him because Atsumu was raging in the locker room, ”Korai said.

“He should be raging at himself right now! He’s the one who fucked everything up! I swear to god that man,” Mila growled.

You breathed in harshly, hiccupping as you pulled your head away to look up at Mila and Korai. Positive you looked like you had just been hit by a bus with your makeup all over, you went to speak.

Korai's phone rang again as he quickly answered it quickly.

"I swear to God if that's Sumu again," Mila said, sounding like she was ready to kill.

“Hey Kageyama- yeah she's here with us now," Korai said as you watched Korai ran his hand down his face, “Dude- trust me I know, I want to punch him just as bad as you do but we can't do that. We can't risk suspension before the Olympics."

You wiped your eyes as you and Mila watched Korai walk around the living room.

"Nah she's ok dude. She's with Mila and me and she's going to stay for as long as she needs too,” Korai said looking and smiling at you. You smiled back, looking down and whipping your eyes a little. Mila pulled you into a hug to which you reciprocated.

"I think we all just need to cool down man. Yeah, I know- I know Kageyama. Yeah I'll tell her. Ok bye,” Korai said hanging up.

"Kageyama wanted to make sure you were ok YN. He wanted to come check on you but I think we all need a night to just chill,” Korai added.

You smile and nod at the thought of how much Tobio cared for you. You sat back, getting to your knees and standing as Mila watched.

“Tobio ran after you YN,” Mila interjected, “he probably would have caught you if he hadn’t gotten into it with Atsumu.”

Your eyes widened as you spoke, “they didn’t fight did they?”

Korai shook his head, responding, “no, Bokuto and Hinata got in-between them and then the coaches got involved.”

You nodded, satisfied with the fact that nobody had fought and gotten hurt. As much as you disliked Atsumu, the idea of him getting hurt wasn’t something you wished to happen. As far as Tobio, you didn’t want him to risk suspension over your drama.

"I'm going to shower and go to bed. Thank you both for everything. I love you so much," you said, tears coming again as you look from Mila to Korai.

"Are you hungry YN? We can," Mila said as you shook your head.

"no I'm ok but thanks," you said grabbing your suitcase and heading towards the guest bedroom.

It was pure luck that Korai and Mila's apartment had coming with a guest room with an en suite. You stripped your clothes, grabbed your toiletries and removed your makeup. Eyes and face puffy from all the crying, you tried your best to hold in your emotions as you studied your expression.

What could you have done different? Could you have done anything at all? What does she have that I don't? The questions plagued your mind as the tears began to fall all over again.

You started the shower, placing all your things in. It hurt to see your shampoo alone, without Atsumu's sitting open next to it. Your body wash and sponge sitting on the edge like it should be and not knocked off on the floor like it had been so many times. The words of Atsumu dropping your body wash on his foot rang in your ears as the hot water cascaded down your body. This was really it; this was really the end.

Your body shook as you cried, sinking to the floor of the shower. You couldn't tell your tears from the water as you sat on the floor, knees to your chest. The life you had dreamed of, the life you had so loved, the life that was so perfect was perfect no more.

You awoke the next morning with a pounding headache, all the crying, lack of food and water had taken its toll. You sat up in the soft bed, rubbing your now dry but surely red eyes as you tried to wake up.

The clock on the nightstand said 6:30am. You remember crawling into bed around 10:30pm, unsure of when you had fallen asleep. You made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face as you looked in the mirror.

Your hair was matted from falling asleep while it was still wet. Adjusting your tank top and shorts, you began combing through your hair. Throwing it up in a top knot, you slowly opened the door and made your way to the living room, smelling coffee and hearing rustling in the kitchen.

"Good morning," you said as Korai spun around, smiling at you as he reached for a coffee mug from the cabinet.

"Hey, sleep, ok?" He asked. You shrugged and sat down as he poured you a mug, grabbing creamer from the refrigerator.

“Mila turned your phone off last night. Uhh- he kept calling and texting," Korai said studying his protein shake with great interest.

"Shit- I'm sorry I totally forgot about my phone," you said looking up at him.

He just shook his head. “YN don't apologize for any of this. None of this is your fault,” he said as a small smile graced your face as you brought the cup to your mouth.

“Korai, I know you have to work with Atsumu for training. I don’t want this to effect your team,” you said lowly looking at Korai.

“YN, I understand your concerns but what Atsumu did doesn’t have anything to do with volleyball. He hurt you and you are very important to Mila and thus important to me. I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen,” he said as you nodded.

“If only I wouldn’t have gone to that game,” you said, sighing into your coffee mug.

"If you wouldn’t have gone to the game YN, there’s still a big chance that me or Korai would have seen him and girl code dictates that I must tell you everything,” Mila said coming into the kitchen, her hair all over the place and her eyes looking tired.

“Yeah but I’m sure bro code is different,” you said ad you and Mila looked to Korai.

“Nah, if I would have seen that I would have told Mila and my girls got a big mouth,” he said as Mila looked at him, offended.

“Just remember what this ‘big mouth’ does for you Mr. I wouldn’t be talking smack like that,” she scoffed ad you laughed.

Korai laughed as he took a drink of his protein shake and you watched as Mila stomped around the kitchen, grabbing everything she needed.

“Did Korai tell you I told him off last night because I did!” Mila growled, as she slammed her mug on the table.

“You what?” You said, setting down your coffee as Korai folded his arms over his chest.

“Yes, unfortunately before she silenced your phone, she answered one of his many calls,” Korai said shaking his head.

“Mila? Really?” You said looking at her as she looked back.

“Girl, I laid into him hard! Like made him cry and then beg for me to give you the phone. Then I blocked him,” Mila smiled, satisfied with herself as Korai’s head fell back on his shoulders.

A knock sounded at the door as you and Mila froze in your seats.

"It's just Kageyama, it's our long running day" Korai said as he made his way to the door. You felt the breath that you didn't know you were holding release as your tension fell away. Korai opened the door and Kageyama stepped in, looking straight at you a small smile creeping on his face. You smiled back as he made his way over to you, bending down and kissing the top of your head.

"Hey kid," he said as you grabbed his arm and squeezed, his small gesture sending comfort throughout your body.

"Let's get going. We have like 5 miles to make it through before practice," Korai said, grabbing his keys and phone and shoving it in his pocket. Kageyama looked at Korai and back at you, nodding as he made his way out the front door. He smiled at you before, again kissing the top of your head in a sweet gesture and making his way to the front door. Korai waved to you and Mila, closing the door behind him.

A few days had past since you had caught Atsumu cheating. The first 4 days were rough. Unblocking his number, the calls and texts flood in as you quickly began to second guess your decision. He had tried several times to confront you, waiting outside Korai and Mila’s apartment. It was finally when Mila lost it, swearing to take a baseball bat to his beloved car that he stopped showing up.

According to Hinata, Atsumu stayed late at the gym and arrived early the next morning. Korai said that Olympic practice had been tense the past few days as well. Atsumu had taken every chance to try and catch Korai alone, trying to get whatever information he could from him. Korai told you that he said nothing about you other than that you didn’t want to speak with him.

You knew you had to end it officially with Atsumu but you were no where near ready to confront him. Every time you thought about him, images of him kissing that woman flooded your brain. You couldn't get rid of them; you couldn't stop thinking about it. You began to wonder if he had kissed other women or had slept with them. You replayed your relationship over and over in your head wondering what you could have done differently. It hurt you mentally, physically and emotionally, the pain felt never-ending.

A few days later, you were heading home from work when it happened.

"YN- YN! Stop YN!" His voice hit you as you turned to see Atsumu chasing after you. Your mind flooded with emotions, seeing him for the first time since you had discovered his infidelity. You turned, walking faster in your heels and dress, trying to make it back to Mila and Korai's apartment. You could hear him shouting, his tall frame trying to move through the crowds of people as you effortlessly weaved in and out, dodging where you could just to get away. You rounded the corner, running as fast as your heeled feet would take you, turning to see Atsumu still trying to get to you.

You abruptly halted when you run into someone, the person grabbing you by the arms, head bowed and eyes meeting yours.

"YN hey- hey are you ok?” Kageyama asked as he looked into your big eyes, filled with tears yet again.

"YN for fucks sake, I just want to talk,” Atsumu said coming up behind you as Kageyama moved you to the side, his arm grasping firmly around your waist, his hand possessively holding onto you.

"Atsumu get lost,” Kageyama growled as your tears only fell harder, your body coursing with emotions.

"Tobio, this isn't about you! Now let go of YN so I can talk to her. I'm not going to hurt her,” Atsumu said but you had enough.

"You already fucking hurt me!" You screamed, looking over at Atsumu who was stunned by your outburst.

"YN I-"

" No Atsumu- no more! We are done! I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see you, I don't even want to be around you! You threw everything we had down the drain! An entire years worth of memories and love, just gone! Whatever she had that I didn't, I hope it was all worth it because I won't let you have any more of my time or emotions," you scream, locking eyes with Atsumu as he stood there stunned.

You could see the tears beginning to crest in his eyes. You pulled away from Kageyama, grabbing his arm and tugging him along.

"Let's go Tobio,” you said as Kageyama followed you wordlessly, leaving Atsumu stunned and alone on the street.

"Holy shit- I can't believe I did that,” you say to Kageyama as he closes the door to Korai and Mila's apartment.

"You fucking did that YN,” he said, smiling at you. You look back at him, smiling wide as you run and hugged him, arms going around his neck as his went to your waist. "I'm so proud of you sweetheart" he whispered into your hair as you smiled into his shoulder.

A few weeks had passed, and you were getting ready for a night out with the Adlers. You had slowly been moving on from Atsumu, learning to navigate your life as a single women and enjoying every minute of it.

You still had your moments, especially when Atsumu would show up or send extravagant gifts to your door. He sent jewelry and flowers, everything under the sun to get you to hear him out, accepting all the gifts only to turn around and mail them right back to him.

He had to be mad to think he could buy your love again after what you had seen. He swore up and down that nothing more than kissing happened but even then, it still didn't matter. Kissing another women was enough to solidify the end of your relationship.

You had managed to gather the remainder of your items from Atsumu's place after receiving word that he was out drinking with MSBY one Saturday night. Leaving what you could live without and grabbing the more sentimental items, you left the key on the cabinet with a note that you were no longer on the lease.

You adjusted your short black spaghetti strap dress as you finished curling your hair. You're outfit tonight was purchased new after an impulsive shopping trip with Mila to the mall the day after you had officially moved out of Atsumu’s apartment.

It was different than what you normally went for, short and revealing but you were feeling strong and confident as the dress showed off your breasts and ass nicely. The black heels you had gotten were a nice addition to the dress as well as the faux diamond choker and bracelet set you had found.

After one final check in the mirror, you grabbed your lip gloss and mascara, shoving them into your clutch as you headed to the living room.

"Holy shit on a shingle YN, you look fucking amazing!" Mila screamed as Korai looked over to see your best friend gawking at you.

“You’re one to talk babe! That red dress looks fucking spectacular girl,” you said as Mila blushed and waved you off.

He quickly took a shot of whiskey, rolling his eyes and setting the glass down, “maybe I should have worn something more applicable to getting into fights” he said as you and Mila glared at him, a smile crossing his face. The doorbell rang as Mila rushed to answer it.

Kageyama smiled as Mila as he entered wearing a casual navy suit with a white button-down shirt. He looked incredible. His eyes met yours as he slowly took in your form, visibly gulping as his eyes made their way down your body and back up to meet yours. Your eyes met his, sparkling big and bright as you pushed your hair behind your ear, smiling downward.

"YN, you look- you look-" Kageyama stuttered, trying to form proper semtances.

"Spectacular, amazing?" Mila interrupted.

"No, absolutely perfect,” he said smiling at you as he walked closer to you, bending down slightly to kiss your cheek. His hands going to the small of your back as your hand went to grasp his bicep.

"You look incredible Tobio," you say smiling up at him. You knew Mila was talking but you didn't hear anything she was saying, the words not even computing in your brain.

Over the past weeks, Kageyama had been a savior on top of being an amazing friend. He was constantly on the look out for you, helping you with whatever you needed.

When Mila and Korai left for a weekend getaway, he came over and spent the entire weekend hanging out with you. You baked, cooked, talked and watched movies. It felt so freeing to be able to laugh and have fun.

You couldn't say your feelings for Tobio were strictly platonic. You felt safe with him, cared for and protected. You knew his eyes would linger on you, his breath hitching when you would grab his hand or touched him but you were talking it slow, no where near ready to jump into something serious.

Without exchanging words, Tobio already knew this. It had been a late night, after eating brownies and having a good cry with him at your side. You had laid on his thigh, resting your eyes as he stroked your hair, your eyes drifting closed. You heard him say, "I'll wait as long as you need me too YN. You're worth it."

You arrived at the bar with Mila, Korai and Tobio as he interlaced your fingers with his, walling along side of you to where the entire Adlers team was seated.

"YN!! Hey its so good to see you again! You look phenomenal!” Hirugami, the captain of the Adlers said kissing your cheek. You smiled and thanked him, as Tobio pulled out your chair and helped you sit.

You ordered your drinks, talking with the team. The hours flew by as you laughed and smiled the entire night. It had been so long since you had felt this good. You're eyes didn't miss Kageyama's staring at you as you chatted and laughed with his team.

Mila stood up and looked at you, the universal girl signal to follow her to the bathroom. You excused yourselves as you began walking towards the back of the bar.

On your way back to the table, you head a loud group laughing and shouting.. Looking over, you saw Hinata, Sakusa, Bokuto and Atsumu all sitting around at a table, woman laced all over them.

You're eyes widened as you grabbed for Mila's hand. She turned around, eyes catching the scene just as a voice shouted "Hey YN!" from over by the group. You looked over to see Hinata waving at you as all eyes suddenly turned to you, including Atsumu who was sitting in between two women.

Mila grabbed your hand and begin to pull, trying to get you out as quickly as she could. You gave a quick smile and small wave to the team as Mila pulled hard, dodging every which way she could.

You could hear Sakusa berate Hinata for saying something as you made your way through the crowd.

“YN come on,” Mila pulled as you tried to break through the dense crowd of the packed club.

"Hey- Hey! YN stop!" You heard Atsumu shout as Mila pulled you away, trying desperately to reach the Adlers table. You were caught behind a sea of people as Atsumu came within an arms length, reaching out to touch you.

“YN, I said wait a second!" Atsumu finally said, grabbing onto your other wrist and halting your movements.

Mila turned in rage and shouted, “let go of her Atsumu right now!"

Atsumu held on to your wrist and glared at Mila. "I want to talk with Yn- alone please," Atsumu snarled, his words a little slurred from what you could only assume was the booze he had been drinking.

"Over my dead body," Mila shouted as you turned to her with pleading eyes.

"Atsumu, I don't want to talk to you. We are done and I've said my peace now please let me go," you said trying to gently pull away from him.

You knew you were roughly in the middle of the bar, too far away for the Adlers to know what was happening, not that you wanted Tobio or Korai to know. You could handle this.

"YN please, I know I fucked up ok and I'm miserable! I’m begging you YN, please don't throw this all away. Please, we can get married and you won't have to work anymore. You can stay home and I'll take care of everything for you baby. Please just one more chance," Atsumu said pleading with you as you watched his eyes water. You knew he was truly sorry for what he had done, for the mistake he had made. Unfortunately, you weren't going to forgive him.

"Atsumu, I'm sorry but I can't forgive you for this. Maybe one day we can be friends again but right now, I don't want to see you," you said, still trying to pull your hand away.

Mila was watching, enraged as she pulled her phone out. You knew you only had seconds before Tobio, Korai and potentially the entire Adlers team would show up.

Bokuto and Sakusa approached Atsumu from behind. "Dude let her go she doesn't want to talk to you," Sakusa said, putting his hand on Atsumu's shoulder.

Atsumu shrugged it away as you heard Mila say, “Korai, Atsumu is her and he wont let go of YN!” Silence followed as Mila shouted, “yes, in the middle of the bar!” She hung her phone, turn to glare back at Atsumu.

“Korai and Tobio are coming right now Atsumu! Let go of YN and we will just leave,” she exclaimed as Atsumu shook his head back and forth.

Kageyama picked up his glass, swirling the amber liquor around as he glanced around, waiting for you to return from the bathrooms with Mila. He couldn’t help but stare at you all night, the way that dress looked on your perfect body and how your smile life up the room. He was so incredibly happy you were having fun.

“What did you think about the line up coach our our?” hoshiumi asked as Kageyama shook his head, looking over at the winged spiked who was now smirking

“Im sorry what?” He said as Hoshiumi just rolled his eyes and laughed.

“You’ve got it so bad for her don’t you? I mean I don’t blame you one bit, YN is amazing and drop dead gorgeous,” he responded as Kageyama smiled down into his glass, ripping it back as the liquid rolled down his throat.

Suddenly, Kageyama heard the sound of a phone ringing as Hoshiumi quickly picked his phone off the bar table.

“Hey babe- wait slow down what?” He said as Kageyama set his glass down, Hoshiumi’s eyes meeting his.

“Shit Atsumu’s here? Where are you?” hoshiumi said but it was too late. Kageyama was on his feet and moving through the crowds towards the bathrooms. He figured Atsumu had to have stopped you close enough to be out of range of the Adlers table.

“Ok Kageyama and I are on our way!” He heard Kōrai about or at least he thought he did, his vision was tunneled on finding you, not caring if who he pushed to get out of the way.

The moment he saw you, his ears began to ring. You were struggling against Atsumu, trying to get away and all Kageyama could see was rage.

"Come on bro, that’s enough let's go back to our seat," Bokuto said as he turned to give you a look at said "I'm sorry".

"No YN and I are going to-” he said as you felt the air suddenly shift, an angry presence appearing behind you.

"Yn and you are going to what" a voice boomed loudly as you jumped slightly. You felt a radiation of anger and possessiveness hit you as you turned to see Tobio looming over you, Korai and the Alders on his heels.

"He won't let her go!" Mila cried out as Korai looked from her to you, anger filling his face.

“Atsumu that’s enough!” Korai sneered as he stood besides Tobiom

Kageyama's fists clenched harder as he approached you and Atsumu. "Let her fucking go NOW!" He yelled as Atsumu stayed firm.

"You son of a bitch! You've always wanted her! I fucking knew it, the way you stared at her all the time during games! You want to fuck her don't you Tobio? You just want what you can't fucking have!” Atsumu shouted as Kageyama got in Atsumu’s face.

Atsumu let go of your wrist, causing you to tumble back a bit, Mila grabbing you as Kageyama grabbed Atsumu by the collar, getting right into his face. Korai came to check on you and Mila as you watched the seen unfold before your eyes.

Kageyama pulled Atsumu up towards him growling, "let's get one thing perfectly clear Atsumu, YN isn't yours anymore! You fucked that up when you decided to stick your pathetic dick somewhere else. You fucked up the best thing you ever fucking had. An guess what fucker, now it's my turn to show her how a real man treats a women." He shoved Atsumu off, causing him to stumble back into Bokuto and Sakusa who held him back as he tried to right himself.

Kageyama turned, searching the crowd for you as his eyes met your big ones, he pushed his way towards you, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into a hug. You hugged him tightly before pulling back and looking into his eyes. "Can we go please?” you begged, as he nodded looking back at Korai who gave him a chin lift in return.

You could hear shouting coming from the bar as you left, paying no mind to what was being said and holding onto Tobio as you make your way to a taxi outside.

He opened the door for you as you scoot in, getting in besides you and telling the driver the address to his apartment. You didn't argue, knowing fully well you were safe with him. You could feel his anger radiating as he still held onto your waist, from behind. You're hand came to rest on his hard chest, his eyes looking down at your hand and then up to your eyes. You smiled a little at him as you snuggled your body close to his, Tobio pulling you close to his body.

At his apartment, he opened the door, letting you in as he took his jacket and shoes off, you following suit, removing your heels.

"I'm sorry YN, I let- shit!” he said, one hand resting on his hip and another combing through his hair. You walk up to him, standing close as he looks down at you.

"Is what Atsumu said true?" You ask him. You wanted to know the truth. He looked at you, then looked away and nodded.

"I've liked you for a long time YN, before you even started dating Atsumu,” he said, turning away and pacing the floor. You stood there and watching his movements.

"When I first met you, I thought you were so gorgeous and perfect. Mila and Korai had just started dating and you were always around. Then Atsumu showed up and fuck- you looked so happy. I couldn't ruin that for you, so I just let you go, content on staying friends with you," he said stopping to look at you. Your eyes softened as you walked up to him, placing your palm on his cheek and looking into his eyes.

"Tobio, look at me," you said as his blue eyes met yours, "what Atsumu and I had is over and I'm not going back to him. I thought about it and the idea of a relationship with someone I can't trust will just never work."

Kageyama nodded as you continued to speak, "I thought it would take me a while to find someone I could count on again. To find someone who cared for me as much as I cared for them but then I realized, I already found that." His eyes widened as he realized what you were saying.

"I trust you Tobio and if you trust me-"

His lips crashed onto yours as your arms went around his neck, his arms snaking tighter around your waist as he leaned down, deepening the kiss.

His tongue grazed your lips as you opened them, allowing your tongues to mingle, a moan sneaking past your lips as your bodies molded together. He felt incredible against your body, fitting perfectly in all the right places. His arms squeezing your waist as your caressed his biceps through his shirt, feeling his bulging muscles. He groaned as you slowly separated, biting his lip as you looked into his beautiful eyes.

He smiled, laying his forehead against yours as he spoke, "YN baby, you've made me the happiest man alive." You smile back, pulling him closer as your let’s met his once again.

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- Forever Doesn’t Last -

Pairing: Neteyam (20) x Omatikaya fem! reader (19)

Request: Yes || No

Based on this request

Synopsis: You caught your boyfriend cheating on you and the next day he dumped you for her. Your heart was shattered and your best friend Neteyam was there to help pick up the pieces. Neteyam was hoping this would be his opportunity to make you see him as more than a friend.

Content: childhood bestfriends to lovers, angst, comfort, fluff, infidelity, mentions of sex, arguing, mentions of STD’s (you’ll see why) mild swearing

Author’s Note:

- idk if Na’vi are actually able to get STD’s or have a form of their own but for the sake of this story let’s pretend they can😭

- italicized words indicate a flashback

- if you see mistakes please excuse them

Word Count: 4.1k

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Darkness.

That's all you felt, all you could see.

You haven't left your pod in days, the way you felt currently was like someone came and stomped on your heart. As you sat in the darkness of your pod the past events that caused you to be in this condition played through your head.

You and your boyfriend Tawal haven't been spending that much time together because he told you he's been busy with warrior training which you understood. You decided to make his favorite meal and bring it to him as a surprise so the both of you could spend quality time together.

As you walked closer to his pod you could hear faint noises, 'what is that?' you thought to yourself. As you got closer walking ever so quietly you begin to hear a woman's voice, "Yes! T-Tawal j-just like that" You heard the unknown woman moan out in pleasure.

The curtain to his pod was slightly open so you could see Tawal rutting into her as lewd noises evaded the woman and Tawal's mouth. As you watched them your eyes began to water. You couldn't believe the man you loved decided to cheat on you and screw this woman. You wanted to barge in there and rip his head off but you didn't instead, you went home and cried yourself to sleep.

The next day as you clean around your pod, you heard someone's footsteps enter "Good morning" you heard Tawal say as he sat down at your table "Where is my breakfast? You usually have breakfast prepared for me when I come over" He looked at you confused as to why this routine changed all of a sudden.

You let out a dark chuckle while shaking your head, "Why don't you have that woman you were fucking yesterday do it for you" You scowled at him as his eyebrows raised "What are you talking about Y/N? I wasn't with a woman yesterday " He said as he began walking up to you and tried to kiss your lips.

You backed up from him and began raising your voice, "Stop playing stupid Tawal I HEARD her moaning your name I SAW you thrusting into her like a wild animal!"

"How did you even hear and see us? What were you do—"

"It doesn't matter what I was doing, the point is that I caught you and I can't believe you just tried to act like it wasn't true! How could you cheat on me Tawal?! How could you just decide to go sleep with some random girl!?" As you yelled he didn’t even say anything and you hated how he looked so serene.

"SAY SOMETHING YOU ASSHOLE!"

Tawal's once calm demeanor changed to an angry one, you calling him an 'asshole' flickered something in him. "You want to know why I did it?! Fine, I'll tell you! We've been together for almost a year and we haven't even had sex one time! all we do is kiss and touch and that shit is boring"

"I told you before we started dating I didn't want to have sex until we mated and you said you were okay with that!" You were always a little insecure about wanting to wait. Deep down you felt like Tawal would do something like this because you weren't giving him the full package.

"Well, clearly I'm not! I can't be with a woman who can't fully gratify me, that's why I'm breaking up with you and I'm going to mate with Zora. She is a woman who can FULLY tend to my needs" As you heard him say that your heart felt like it broke in half. You couldn't believe the man you loved just said another woman could satisfy him.

"Zora?! You wanna mate with Zora?! That's the woman you want instead of me?!" you say as hot tears began to stain your cheeks "Someone who has fucked every man in the clan?! that's someone you want to mate with?!"

Zora is a promiscuous woman who is well known by any and every man in the clan. She sleeps with anyone that gives her the slightest attention. If a man even made eye contact with her she was ready to spread her legs wide open for him.

"Yes, it is! She is— you know what?! Why am I even explaining myself to you? It doesn't even matter just listen to my words I DON'T WANT YOU ANYMORE!" He yelled so loud that you are sure that the whole clan heard.

Hearing him say he didn't want you made your heartache, "W-We were suppose to be together forever Tawal! Y-you promised me we would always be together forever! How could you do this to us?!"

It was like everything changed between the two of you in a blink of an eye. Like he just changed into this monster overnight.

"Forever doesn't last when there isn't anything there anymore Y/N! Do you not get that?!" As he watched you cry he didn't even feel an ounce of guilt for the pain he caused you, he felt like you brought this upon yourself. "I stopped loving you a while ago, maybe if you would've been putting out like a real woman should this wouldn't have happened!"

The sadness you felt was soon replaced with a feeling of fierce anger

"YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU TAWAL! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! LEAVE! NOW!" You shouted with venom falling off your lips as you hit him in the chest and pushed him toward the entryway of your pod. You couldn't stand to look at him anymore, looking at the cold expression on his face made your stomach churn. His words lingering in the air made you feel physical pain.

"DON'T COME BACK!" You shoved him out of your pod and tied your curtain closed so no one could come in.

That was the last time you saw him and the first day you felt gloom grow inside you.

Ever since that day, you haven't stepped foot out of your pod. You didn't want to see anyone, you didn't want to hear people whispering about you and Tawal, and you just couldn't handle the discomfiture right now. You didn't even want to see your best friend Neteyam, you didn't want him to see you so broken and distraught.

The past few days you haven't been taking care of yourself or your home properly. Your pod was a mess and you haven't been eating. You didn't have the strength to do anything except cry. Every time someone would come to make sure you were okay you would just snarl at them and tell them to leave and everyone would do what you asked.

At this time you were laying down in your makeshift bed balling your eyes out. Your emotions were still raw from the fight and breakup with Tawal and it was hitting you like a brick wall. You didn't want to do anything except weep into your pillow, you were crying so much that your head was throbbing. You just felt so lost and broken and you loathed Tawal for making you feel like this.

As you continued feeling melancholic you heard a voice, "Y/N let me come in, I want to make sure you're okay" Neteyam said as he stood outside your pod. He has been so worried about you ever since he heard you and Tawal argue. He didn't know what the origin was but he knew it must've been bad.

"Neteyam leave me be! Go away!" You yell out hoping he would leave. He's been coming by every day and every time you sent him away, he usually listened and left but today he wasn't going to leave.

"No, I'm not leaving until I know you're okay. You're my best friend and I haven't seen you in days."

"Neteyam please leave! I-I don't want to see you! I don't want you to see me like this!" You say as your voice began to crack. You hated that you kept turning him away but you just couldn't face him in this state.

When Neteyam heard your voice crack he felt a twinge in his heart, "Y/N please let me in, let me be there for you" You could hear slight desperation in his voice, you knew that he wanted to see you.

You knew that Neteyam was going to keep persisting so you let out a sigh and sluggishly made your way to the curtain so you could untie it for him to come in. Once you untied it you walked back into your bed and pulled your blanket around your body. "Come in Neteyam" you say just loud enough for him to hear you from outside.

Neteyam pulled the curtain back and walked in. His eyes widened when he saw the condition of your pod. He knew you were a very clean and tidy person so for you to have a messy pod he knew something was definitely bothering you.

Neteyam walks over to you and sits down at the end of the bed, "Y/N please talk to me what's wrong? What’s going on with you and Tawal?"

Hearing his name made your ears pin to the side of your head and made you sit up with an angry glare, "Do not speak of him in my house. I do not want to hear his name" you tell him as more tears flow down your face.

This was the first time Neteyam has seen you in days and he began to take in your appearance. You had puffy eyes with dark circles, your hair was all over the place and you just didn't look anything like your normal self. "Y/N what happened? Did he do something to you?" He put his hands on your arms and began to rub them softly.

You haven't had contact with anyone in days, feeling Neteyam's warmth radiating towards you as his fingertips glided against your skin and his concern-filled eyes made you cry even harder, "I- was walking *sniffle* to his pod and I saw him w-with—he was—" you couldn't even finish your sentence without breaking out into a sob. "Shhh it's okay Y/N you don't have to tell me right now" He brought you into his embrace and began rubbing your back to comfort you as your head was on his shoulder. He could gather what you were trying to say and he saw Tawal and Zora sneaking off together earlier today so he connected the dots.

"I'm here for you Y/N, I'm going to help you get through this. You won't feel like this forever, the pain you feel will soon subside. I'll be by your side no matter what" Neteyam could see how broken you were and he was going to help you pick up the pieces.

That day Neteyam stayed and comforted you. After a while, Neteyam was able to get you to calm down and you began to drift off to sleep on his shoulder. "Y/N?" He whispered, he didn't hear you respond so he assumed you fell asleep. He laid your body gently back onto the bed and pulled the cover over you so that you wouldn't be cold.

He then turned around and began walking into the open area of your pod. He began to clean up your pod for you as you slept peacefully. He wanted to start helping you get into a better head space and by being in a clean environment he felt like that would help.

You and Neteyam have been best friends ever since the two of you were children. One day you were playing with your toy hexapede in a patch of moss and a group of little kids began to tease you. Neteyam watched the interaction from afar and marched over to where you were and ran the children away. You thanked Neteyam for helping you and from that day forward the two of you were inseparable.

As both of you got older Neteyam started to grow feelings for you. He never expressed his feelings because he didn't know how you would react and he didn't want to ruin your friendship so he hid his feelings from you. Anytime the two of you were together and you weren't paying attention he would give you loving glances and would admire your beautiful smile. He always loved seeing your usual joyful spirit so seeing you so in such a broken state pained him.

Hours went by and he finally finished cleaning your pod from top to bottom. As he was admiring his work you began to wake up. You began hearing movement in your pod and you assumed it was your best friend, "Teyam?"

When Neteyam heard your voice he immediately came to where you were, "Yes?"

"What are you still doing here? I thought you would've left by now..." you say as you rubbed your eyes with sleep still lingering in your voice.

"I stayed and did a little something for you" he said with a soft smile which made you fur your eyebrows, "what do you mean? What did you do?"

Without saying a word he put out his hand for you to grab. You moved your hand toward him and he helped you up and intertwined his hand with yours and began walking to the open area of your pod. As you followed him you looked around and saw that all the things you had sprawled out and the piles of mess you had were cleaned up.

As you walked deeper into the open area and saw how spotless everything was your eyes widened, "Neteyam did you clean all of this for me?"

"Yes of course I did, I wanted to help you so I did one of the things I'm good at which it's cleaning"

When you looked at Neteyam you could see a warm smile on his face. You knew that Neteyam always loved to help people but for him to help you brought out a feeling you haven't felt in the past few days which was happiness.

A soft smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around Neteyam's neck and pulled him for a hug, "Thank you Neteyam, you didn't have to do this for me"

At first, Neteyam was surprised by your sudden contact but he was glad to see your smile again. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you back, "Your welcome, I know I didn't have to but I wanted to"

As both of you hugged it felt like butterflies swarmed your stomach, you've never felt this sensation with Neteyam before so it was new to you. You unwrapped your arms from around his neck and pulled back and began looking into his golden eyes. His eyes were piercing your soul, it was almost like he was trying to tell you something.

This is the moment you realized that you and Neteyam's friendship was going to slowly change. You didn't know what direction it would go but you were interested in finding out.

—

Over this past month, Neteyam has been helping and caring for you vastly. In the beginning, you were nervous about being around the clan again, scared that you would overhear them gossiping about you. You told Neteyam about how you felt and from that point on every time you had to walk around the village he was right by your side. When he would hear someone whispering your name or even look at you the wrong way he would bare his teeth and their actions would come to a halt.

In the beginning, you were starting to get back to your normal self being happy and bright but sometimes the gloom you once felt consumed you and took you back to the emotions you felt the day you found Tawal with Zora.

Neteyam would find you crying or throwing things angrily around your pod. He would quickly come to you and wipe your tears and tell you everything would be okay or he would grab whatever was in your hand and calm you down.

Some nights he even stayed over with you just to make sure you were okay throughout the night. Some of those nights you would peacefully sleep and some nights you went on full rants about how much of an asshole Tawal was and sat there Neteyam and listened to your every word, saying little things every few seconds to let you know he was actively listening.

As the weeks progressed you were finally getting over Tawal. Seeing him in the village with Zora didn't affect you anymore, at first when the wound he created on your heart was fresh you wanted to break their unholy union. But after a while, you realized that it was only a matter of time before Eywa gave him the karma he deserves.

Over this month your friendship with Neteyam has changed, you were now seeing him in a new light.

You were now seeing him romantically.

Whenever you saw him you paid more attention to his physique. The way his body was sculpted so beautifully and how his cummerbund was wrapped around his small waist.

Every time Neteyam would grab your hand and walk beside you through the forest you felt sparks of electricity go through you, you felt blissful with him. Now when you were around him you never wanted him to leave, you wanted him to be glued to your side.

These feelings you felt with Neteyam you've never felt before not even with Tawal. The way Neteyam was making you feel was something truly unique.

Over this month Neteyam's feelings for you have grown and he felt them immensely. He felt like his heart was going to explode at the sight of you, every time he walked and talked with you he felt a overwhelming amount of serotonin rush through his veins.

It has now gotten to the point where he couldn't hide his feelings from you anymore, he had to tell you in the hope that you felt the same.

You and Neteyam were currently sitting next to each other carving and painting wooden beads. As he watched you paint your beads he could see a joyous smile plastered onto your face, "Teyam this is fun!" you tell him with child like excitement as you dip your fingers into the bowl of green paint. "Yeah this is fun" he chuckled as he continued carving beads for you to paint.

Since you were in a happy mood he felt like this was the best time to confess his feelings for you, "Y/N I've been wanting to tell you something for a while..."

You looked up from what you were doing and faced him, "Okay what is it?"

Neteyam took in a deep breath and mentally said a prayer to Eywa that this would go the way he hopes, "Every since we were young I've liked you romantically. For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence and I just can't dismiss my feelings for you anymore" As Neteyam notices your gaze on the ground he grabs your chin lightly and looks at you with a loving gaze "I can't pretend that I don't love you anymore because I do".

As you sat there and listened to Neteyam's words and looked into his golden eyes you felt a deep affection for him. Over the past month, your feelings have grown for him too. "I'm infatuated with you Neteyam, I've been for a while I was just waiting for you" you say brightly as your eye’s begin to glisten with happiness

"I see you Teyam"

"I see you too Y/N, I will always see you" Neteyam pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. You laid back on his chest with your head in the crook of his neck while he leaned up against the tree behind him. From being so close together you could feel his warmth mixing with yours.

The two of you sat together watching the sun set on the forest as both of you just embraced each other and soaked up the loving aura in the air.

—

As you and Neteyam were walking through the forest you heard Lo'ak calling out for both of you, "Y/N! Neteyam!" Both of you turned around and saw Lo'ak walking toward the two of you.

"What is it baby bro?" Neteyam asked with a confused look, wondering why he was calling them

"Did you two hear about Tawal and Zora?" Lo'ak said while trying to hold back a laugh

"No what happened?" You asked him

"There's is a rumor going around the clan that since they mated Zora has still been sleeping with other men and she gave Tawal an STD" Lo'ak said while laughing

Your eyes widen as you heard Lo'ak tell you this information, "Really?!"

"Yes I even heard him ask one of the elders if there was anything to get rid of his 'burning and itching' problem"

You and Neteyam began to laugh as you heard of Tawal's issue. You knew that Eywa was going to give him some sort of karma and this was it.

"He brought it on himself by knowingly sleeping with a woman who has slept with every man in the twice. He knew what he was getting himself into" you said while shrugging your shoulders. You didn't feel any remorse for him but how could you after what he did to you?

As you, Neteyam, and Lo'ak continued laughing you could see Tawal walking past the three of you. Tawal walked past trying not to be seen but it didn't work out in his favor, "Hey Tawal! Are you still itching and burning from Zora?!" Lo'ak yelled out which made you and Neteyam break out into laughter.

"Lo'ak!" you were beginning to grow breathless as laughs erupted from your throat. You tried to seize your laughter but you couldn't. The situation was just too hilarious not to laugh.

As Tawal heard all of you laughing he grew so embarrassed that his tail tucked in between his legs. He began to speed walk away, trying to get away from the three of you as quick as he could.

As Tawal walked away he could see you and Neteyam holding hands. It sickened him to see you with him but he knew that he messed up all his chances with you. Tawal knew you deserved someone better and that Neteyam was better deserving of your love and affection.

Tawal looks back at you one more time before walking away. As he thought about the good times both of you had and how you use to make him laugh, a single tear fell down his cheek. He felt so stupid for messing this up with you for Zora. After he and Zora mated he realized everything he felt for her was lust, they didn't have any real connection like the one both of you shared. He didn't know why his past self broke up with you for a bottom-of-the-barrel woman.

As he walked away he saw Zora walk up to him, "Tawal why are crying? What is wrong?" She asked him as she went to reach out for his hand. Tawal scoffed and backed away from her, "Get away from Zora, you're what's wrong with me. You ruined the best relationship I had and you gave me a disease for Eywa's sake! I mated with you and you continued to sleep around, you told me you would stop but you didn't. You've made me look like a fool in front of the whole clan!" They began to have a loud argument which drew your attention.

As you look at him you were glad that he ended things off with you because if he hadn't you wouldn't have been able to have Neteyam as a lover. You were thankful to Eywa that she destined this path for you, that she made you and Neteyam's stars aligned. You were thankful that your best friend turn into your lover.

You move closer to Neteyam and lean in to kiss his cheek. Neteyam turns and looked down at you with his loving eyes, "What was that for?"

"It was because I love you" you say as warmth spreads across your cheeks and they begin to turn a light shade of purple.

You begin to see his lips curl up into a smile. He grabs your chin lightly and pulls you in for a soft yet loving kiss, "I love you too, I'll always love you forever"

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Hi! If you’re taking requests I would wonder, how would TBB + Rex react to reader being unfaithful, hooking up with someone else? Maybe their relationship was never verbally made officially so reader thought it was okay, idk. Can make NSFW, fluff, sad, angry, smut, however you want! I love your work btw :)

Oh dear...

Aloha! Okay, my first impulse is to ask why would you do such a thing, if you could have a batcher 😂 I surely wouldn't, either way 😁 To each their own. But I'm curious how the guys would react to that. Let's see...

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Unfaithful

Warnings: Suggestive In Parts/Strong Language/Hurt/Angst/There Might Be Some Fluff too

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What's Going On:

From time to time you've been intimate, but your batcher, and you haven't set any hard and fast rules, neither you nor he titles you as a couple yet, at least you haven't verbally. So when you go out with a cute guy after a party and get intimate with that very guy, you don't really think much of it. The only problem is that the guy in question likes to make a name for himself with his bedtime stories and brags about them. Your batcher gets wind of it.

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Hunter

At first, he's flabbergasted when one of the other bar patrons, who he knows quite well by now, tells him how some guy bragged about having slept with you and would also reveal wild details about it. "I thought because you two are kind of close that maybe you should know," the acquaintance from the bar ends his explanation. Hunter blinks, he nods slowly and mumbles, "Thanks." He just sits there for a moment, then from one second to the next his pulse races, adrenaline is produced in his body. It takes him a second or two to realize he's pissed off. Hunter points to the guy in the booth at the other end of Cid's Bar and asks, "That one over there?" His buddy nods. "You sure?" Another nod. Hunter stands up, walking purposefully toward the booth and stands next to it, practically directly in the field of view of your one-night stand. Hunter approaches him about it, and the guy completely misinterprets Hunter's interest. He starts bragging again and is already getting into some details. Hunter is not even sure if the guy is just lying completely, or if there's at least some truth to it.

He is so angry, he wants to break the guy's nose. His whole posture is tense, his look so gloomy that even a Sith would hide under the bed. Everyone in the bar knows that he is about to beat someone up, except this one. He is not an aggressive person, he doesn't want to be. But right now he's holding back with absolute effort. Hunter turns around and wants to leave again, wants to try to vent his frustration in another way. But he is barely two steps away from the table as he snaps. "Fuck it..." He turns back around, goes back to the booth, and takes one quick, solid punch. The nose bone breaks, clearly audible, despite the music in the bar. The guy is almost unconscious, he's bleeding, his eyes are watering, and he looks at Hunter, confused and uncomprehending. "Don't you ever touch her again, and don't you dare tell anyone this story again, or I'll come back and break the rest"

He avoids you for the next few days, but sooner or later he brings it up. Hunter is disappointed in you, he was sure that you knew how much the thing between you two meant to him, even though you didn't call it by its name until now. You have an adult, enlightening conversation, finally saying honestly what you think and feel. However, Hunter is now bruised in some ways. He will have a hard time really opening up to you again and trusting you. The possibility exists, but this requires a lot of patience on your part.

Echo

He sits at the bar counter and can't believe it. He stares at the glass in front of him as if he can find any answers in it. It was so hard for him to open up to you intimately, after all he had been through in the past. Echo felt safe with you, understood, loved. Now he has a stomach ache and somehow his chest is getting tighter. That he has to hear from a stranger, how you sleep with other men feels like he has been beaten up properly, several times. He knows that some couples do that, but he never thought that you would want that. He doesn't know whether to be angry or disappointed. Echo is just not sure if this is somehow his fault. Maybe he should have told you very clearly how he felt, what he hoped for from things between you. He just hadn't dared yet, didn't want to impose. Echo is ashamed. A little bit he feels like you not only betrayed his trust and broke his heart, he feels exposed, embarrassed. Just a few hours ago, he was harping to his brothers about how insanely great you are and how happy you make him. Shortly after, they all heard the dirty little story.

When you come into the bar and see him sitting there, you already suspect that something is wrong. When you speak to him, he can barely look at you, his gaze alternating between pain and stony. He officially ends things between you, he also explains why. You are welcome to explain yourself, but it doesn't matter, shit hit the fan already. It's very likely that Echo won't come out of his shell too soon, at least not for you.

Wrecker

What he hears worries him. Wrecker's first impulse is to seek you out immediately, which he does. When you meet, you immediately notice that something is wrong. He seems unsettled and not at all like you have come to know him. "What's wrong, big guy?" you ask him gently. He sits down with you and sighs heavily. "Just heard a story in the bar that made me feel insecure," he says directly. You frown questioningly. "What kind of story?" Wrecker tells you about how this guy brags about having been in bed with you and throws around details from that night. Naturally, you're startled and also angry. Angry that this guy has so little decency, but you push this anger into the background for now. You're much more concerned with the fact that Wrecker is so affected by this. "Apart from the fact that this asshole has no right to spread this around. What exactly upsets you about it?" you ask cautiously. Wrecker wears his heart on his sleeve, actually, always, including now. "I thought something serious was developing between us. Do you see it differently?" he asks directly.

At first, you're a little speechless, but then you tell him, "Well, I thought there was a possibility, but we never talked about it, so I wasn't sure. The guy was just a one-time slip, I don't usually get involved with idiots like that." Wrecker sighs again and says, "I don't have much experience with relationships and how to get them rolling. When the Republic still existed, I wasn't allowed to do anything like that, so everything always happened without ties, without promises and such. Maybe that's why I didn't say the right words, didn't do the right things to make you feel like I only wanted you and hoped it would be the other way around". You look at him with a soft little smile and say, "I'm very happy to hear that Wrecker. Believe me, I really didn't mean to hurt you. I just wasn't sure where I stood." Wrecker says softly, "I'd really like you and me to be together, you know, exclusively." Wrecker knows that everything isn't always black and white, and he's looking forward to exploring with you what exactly you want from a relationship together. He won't give up that quickly.

Tech

He is completely flabbergasted at the first moment. Then he's very angry, disappointed, scared and insecure. Tech is annoyed with the guy, but also with you. He wants to hurt this guy, but instead of seeking confrontation, he wants to talk to you first, see what's up with this. When you confirm the veracity of the story, Tech is blindsided. "You can't be serious," he says quietly. "I... yes, I am, unfortunately." Tech falls silent for a very long, uncomfortable moment. You say carefully, "Somehow, I didn't get the feeling you wanted to be serious. In front of other people, you always treated me like a buddy, not a loved one." Suddenly breaking the silence, he sounds half upset, half sad. "Because I'm... shy and think that such things are private. I thought we both had something special. We've shared intimate closeness, several times. Something I couldn't imagine at all before. I've opened up to you, made myself vulnerable." You blink and at first you don't know what to say, of course you're sorry for upsetting him like that.

Quietly, disappointedly, he adds, "I feel like you've trampled on my trust and danced all over it." "A very flowery metaphor," you say softly. He glares at you angrily. Tech will back off, tell you to stay away from him from now on, he won't listen to any reasonable words. But it won't be two days before he's trailing after you again, talking about a second chance. If you go for it, get ready for Tech to be very controlling and jealous from now on. This will eventually subside to some degree, but it will take a long time. Tech feels deeply, so he is also very sensitive, but also passionate. With a little effort and patience, you'll smooth it out.

Crosshair

After breaking the nose and fingers of the guy who just told him about a hot night with you ("These hands will never touch my girl again, is that clear?!"), he makes his way to you. Crosshair growls your name as he walks into the room, and a chill immediately runs down your spine. You know even before you turn around and look at him that he's pissed. You slowly turn and look at him out of wide eyes. His gaze literally cuts into yours. "I guess I'm not enough for you", he growls. You blink. "What?" "Fucking around?" Your mouth drops open, and you stare at him, stunned. "Excuse me?" Crosshair murmurs, "The night after the party you went to last weekend." A light slowly dawns on you. "Oh."

For one thing, you didn't really expect him to find out about it, and besides, you weren't even thinking about the guy anymore. "That's all you have to say, just an oh?" You cross your arms in front of your chest and say, "Since when are we exclusive?" He pushes you up against the table behind you and growls, "Since the first damn day! Did you want a contract, maybe? Or a written invitation to a relationship?" You shrug, but at the same time your thighs part almost automatically, leaving him between them as he presses closer to you. "You could have just said you wanted a relationship," you say meekly. "Kitten," Crosshair says seriously, "We've been intimate several times, we've dated, I didn't think I needed to explain." You snort and at the same moment his hand grabs your chin. "I want you to be mine and mine alone". You can barely avoid his intense gaze. Crosshair, kisses your neck, up to your ear and whispers to you, "How many times do you want me to fuck you to satisfy your hunger?" He will be more vigilant from now on, but he will not control you. However, if you ever become intimate with someone else again, he will clearly break up with you, and no amount of begging will ever soften him. The first time, it was still a case of giving the defendant the benefit of the doubt, he won't let it slip a second time, at all.

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Que Vuelva (Hoy me muero yo)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (No Ellie in this)

Word count: 3.6k+

Summary: Joel doesn’t come home on his birthday; once he does, he tells you he’s been unfaithful.

Rating: 18+ no explicit content but I'd rather not have minors read these types of subjects. Warning contains spoilers, but please read if you'd like!!! They are below the cut, but the story starts after the Watches if you don't want to read them.

A/N: I wrote this before the show, so I used Joel from the game. Don’t worry, I made sure to change his eye color. I’m sorry in advance for this, but if it makes you feel better, I wrote it after I played TLOU2 and finished the part where Ellie walked through the house (don't look it up if you want to avoid spoilers). The poem 'Darkness', especially Line #6 gave me some inspiration for this, as did the song 'Que Vuelva' by Raulín Rodríguez. Unrelated, but I think line #7 fits perfectly with Joel and his studio (don't look it up if you want to avoid spoilers). Happy reading!

Warnings: ANGST, Post Outbreak, Infidelity, brief mention of Sarah’s death, hurt no comfort, vomiting.

September 27, 2023

Once again, as if caught in an unbreakable routine, your gaze becomes fixated on the alarm clock. The digits, their neon red hue, spell out the time: 6:41 A.M. Where is he? This question reverberates incessantly through your mind, an unrelenting echo that refuses to go away.

Gone is the mere worry that first clung to your heart; that emotion has long been overshadowed. What now courses through your veins is something far more primal, more gut-wrenching—it's fear. Its icy grip reaches out from the depths of your consciousness, its fingers coiling around your thoughts, squeezing out all traces of rationality. It's not just a mental grip, but a physical one as well, constricting your throat until each breath feels like a struggle. The haunting possibility of Joel's lifeless body hidden somewhere in the surrounding woods torments your every waking moment.

In a world where he is your anchor, the idea of his absence is enough to shatter you. This potential loss would be more than devastation; it would be death. The void left in his wake would engulf you, consume you. You had just learned to live without the people you love, losing Joel would be like dying all over again. You never intended for your entire universe to revolve around one man, but when the world you knew vanishes, what choice do you have? 

As the minutes drip like molasses, you stand as a sentinel, peering out through one of the double-hung windows in the dining room.

You are transported back in time to when you were a child, peering out the window, awaiting your parents' return from work. Only now, the scenario has shifted, and you're in a different role, anxiously waiting for the man you love. 

You look at the stainless steel kettle nestled in the corner of the room, and through its reflective surface, the weariness clinging to you becomes evident in the shadows beneath your eyes. Endless hours of wakefulness have exacted their toll, leaving behind a profound ache that envelops your body, but you force the sleep away.

Your gaze drifts back to the window, offering a view of the front porch that holds memories of wooden chairs – the same chairs where you and your fiancé would spend evenings together, accompanied by a small table and a lantern that had seen many a conversation. 

And beyond the porch, the mountains stand. The first light of day unfolds, painting the sky with a palette of rose and gold hues that blend into the lingering dark shades of the night. The early morning sun casts long shadows from the mountains, stretching across the town.

Seeking a break, you walk over to the dining table. You grab a chair from the table and position it in front of the window. Your feet have touched every inch of this room. With the possibility of needing to rush out in search of your fiancée on your mind, you decided to keep your shoes on. The room has seen it all—chairs moved, feet pacing, and your restless steps on the floral rug at the center of the room.

You should have searched for him earlier, you chastise yourself. When an hour had passed, and he hadn't come home, you had contemplated venturing out to find him. But, a lingering hesitation stopped you, his voice echoing in your mind—a memory of a past conversation with Joel.

Two months into your relationship, Joel wore a serious expression when he said he needed to talk. You couldn't shake off the fear that he might want to break up, and that thought made your heart clench. You were falling for him, and the idea of him ending your relationship left you with a deep ache. Later, he took you for a walk. But instead of ending things, he led you down Rancher Street, which left you confused. Eventually, you found yourselves in front of a house you had never seen before. A grayish house stood two stories tall, once likely a white or cream house before the world had gone to hell. You counted nine windows, the front door was painted red, and a white picket fence surrounded the perimeter of the house. To the right of the home, towering trees loomed, their height surpassing even that of the house. Uncertainty filled your mind about Joel's intentions for bringing you here. As your gaze lifted to meet his, you found him already looking at you.

"It's our house." He said, his gaze fixed on you in a trance-like state. 

"Our house?" You echoed, your confusion gave way to a smile.

He blushed, clearly flustered by his own words. "Shit, that's not how I meant to ask." He admitted.

"Do— I really— Tommy and Maria are about to have their baby, and I heard you were thinkin' ‘bout finding a new place," he stumbled over his words, "I want you to move in with me. Into the same room, I mean. Or, if you prefer, you could have your own room," he added hastily, his blush deepening.

"You're giving up your bachelor pad for me?" You teased in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"If you'd call living in a tiny windowless space with Old Man Jimmy a 'bachelor pad,' then absolutely."

"I probably shoulda asked ya if you wanted to move in together," he admitted, a note of uncertainty creeping into his voice, "Is this moving too fast?"

"No, it's perfect!" you exclaimed, "I want to live with you. Same bed and everything."

"Really?" He responded, his disbelief evident.

You extended your hand, and he intertwined his fingers with yours. You guided him toward the staircase, your free hand held onto the dark railing. You walked through a path of flat rocks before you reached the door. A tan mat adorned with pine trees and the word 'welcome' in elegant black cursive greeted your feet. 

As Joel reached for the key, you found yourself stealing a moment to admire the intricate details of the door. The sight in front of you was nothing short of breathtaking. Your attention was drawn to the lovely features engraved into the entrance. The door had three windows in the center, and each side of the door frame was adorned with four panels of stained glass: —yellow, blue, white, and green tiles—each one delicately intertwined with lead lines forming pretty designs. 

Your attention then drifted to the doorknob, which stood as a work of art in itself. It was beautifully designed, with little circles nestled within larger circles.

He turned the key in the lock, allowing the door to swing open as you stepped inside. With a graceful motion, he gently closed the door behind you and locked it once more. The view that greeted you was nothing short of breathtaking, leaving you momentarily speechless. 

As your gaze swept across the entryway, a painting caught your attention. The artwork depicted what you assumed were Wyoming's mountains. Their peaks crowned with pine trees. Underneath the mountains, a small herd of oxen meandered.

Joel noticed your gaze fixed on the artwork and explained, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "Uh, it's not fully decorated yet. It came with most paintings, but we can change them if you want."

You shook your head, a genuine smile gracing your lips. "No, they're perfect." You assured him, your appreciation for the existing decorations clear in your voice.

To the immediate left, the living room opened up. An expansive bookcase adorned one wall, semi-full with some books and trinkets. In the center of the room, there stood a sofa, a coffee table, and a small end table. A worn, light-colored rug sprawled across the wooden floor, taking up almost the entirety of the floor.  

The wall beside the bookcase held a fireplace, flanked on either side by another pair of double-hung windows. Above the fireplace, a second painting caught your attention – an elk set against a backdrop of trees. To the right of the fireplace, against the second window, there was a console table with a flat-screen TV on top. The wall running parallel to the bookcase also had two windows with a bench underneath that stretched through the length of the wall. In addition to the other furniture, an armchair was set up so it faced the TV directly.

Joel fell even more in love as he observed the awe on your face while you took in your surroundings. You looked at the house as though it were a mansion in the Barton Creek neighborhood. Meanwhile, he would describe your newly shared home, for lack of a better word, as raggedy.

He had taken your hand and gently guided you to sit on the sofa. With a serious tone, he had said, "If I don't come back home, promise me you won't search for me, darlin'." He looked deep into your eyes before continuing, "If I don’t come back Tommy will come look for you. If I'm not here and anything goes wrong in Jackson, find a place to hide, or if you have to, just run. No matter what happens, don't ever look back." 

Two years had passed since he made you promise, but now the weight of worry had grown unbearable. What if he was hurt? That thought gnawed at your mind incessantly. Waiting was no longer an option; you had to search for him. You had kept your word, honoring the promise you made, but the time had come for you to look for him.

As you rise from your seat to grab your backpack, the sound of the door swinging open interrupts your movements. The wooden legs of the chair scrape against the floor, slicing through the momentary silence. Hurriedly, you make your way out of the dining room and are met with the sight of Joel stumbling at the entrance. 

Without a second thought, you propel yourself forward, your feet carrying you swiftly across the room. The wooden floor absorbs the sound as you move closer to him. When you reach him, your arms instinctively wrap around him. 

"Joel! Oh my god!" Your voice is a mixture of relief and concern. Your fingers find their place on his back, tracing patterns of comfort as if to erase whatever challenges he encountered throughout the night.

Your eyes lock onto his, searching for answers that his disheveled appearance can't provide. "Are you okay?" 

As your senses sharpen, you become acutely aware of a mix of scents clinging to Joel's form. The most prominent among them is the unmistakable stench of alcohol – a strong, potent aroma that hangs around him. But layered beneath this heady cloud of alcohol is a scent you've never smelt on Joel. The subtle smell threads its way through the overpowering aroma of liquor. 

His voice finally emerges from the heavy silence, "I need to tell you something," he admits. The vulnerability in his voice is a stark contrast to the Joel you thought you knew so well, and it draws you in even closer, your grip on him serving as both anchor and comfort.

His complexion takes on an unsettling pale color, and his eyes now glisten with a hint of moisture, as if teardrops linger just beneath the surface. "I slept with someone." His voice trembles, the weight of his confession causing it to break and quiver. As his confession settles upon you, you find yourself taking a step back, releasing your hold on him.

A strange sensation takes hold among your racing thoughts: the ringing in your ears. His confession has caused a vibration that fills you entirely, drowning out all other sounds. If he’s saying something, you don’t hear.

In the midst of his confession, a thought emerges, almost frantic: wake up, you think, this has got to be a nightmare. You plead with your subconscious to release you from this grip, to awaken you from a reality that feels too brutal, too surreal to be true.

But when you open your eyes, the room before you remains unchanged. Joel is still standing there.

Why isn't this working? Wake up, dammit! You tell yourself, desperation seeping into your thoughts. You open your eyes once more, and he's still there. Joel's presence is proof that this is, indeed, reality. The truth of his words looms over like a precipice you have been pushed toward, and there's no escaping it.

He moves closer to you, and you instinctively step back further.

His voice, heavy with guilt and remorse, breaks through, "I wish I could undo it." 

Your throat is dry, and your thoughts are a tumultuous blend of anguish and confusion as you battle to find your own voice. "How," your voice cracks, reflecting the confusion that you're feeling inside, "How... How could you do this?" You can feel the gaping hole in your heart that threatens to engulf you.

Joel's eyes are cast downward, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his own regret. Slowly, they lift to meet your gaze. His voice is filled with his own ache. "I never meant for any of this to happen. It was a mistake, and I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am."

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you meet his brown eyes, a tumultuous blend of anger, heartache, and confusion swirling within you. 

"A mistake?" Your voice trembles with a mixture of emotions, the words tinged with a bitter edge. "That's what you call this? A mistake is forgetting to set an alarm, not destroying a relationship!" 

“I was drunk!” Joel's voice rises, desperation lacing his words. “Baby, please!” His voice breaks in a frantic attempt to explain. He reaches out towards you, his hand outstretched in an almost pleading gesture. "It didn't mean anything. She d-"

His words cut off as you raise your hand, the gesture both a plea for him to stop and a shield against the words that seem to cut deeper with every syllable.

“Don't,” you cut in sharply, your voice slicing through the room like a blade. “Shut up! I don’t want to know anything about what you did.” You interject, your voice laced with anger and frustration.

His expression is one of desperation, his features contorted with regret and a plea for some understanding. "I messed up, I know," he continues, his voice now a softer murmur, "But I love you. I've always loved you. This was a moment of weakness, a terrible lapse in judgment. Please, let me make it right," he implores, his voice cracking with sincerity.

You're silent. 

His gaze doesn't waver, and his words carry an urgency, a promise of change. "I swear I'll be better. I'll only go out for patrol, and I- I'll make sure I get paired with a guy." The words tumble from his lips, his desperation palpable in every syllable. He's reaching out, trying to grasp any sliver of hope to mend the fracture that has torn through your relationship.

But his words hang heavy in the air. They're like a stone lodged in your throat, blocking your own voice, your own emotions, your own decision.

"I am so sorry," Joel's voice quivers with regret, his admission heavy with the weight of his actions. "It was the anniversary... The tenth year since... since Outbreak day," His explanation tumbles out, his voice a mix of remorse and self-loathing. "I needed to get away, to forget for just a moment. I had too much to drink-"  

“And you think I didn’t want to forget too? But instead, I was in our home waiting for you so I could be there for you."

The words poured out of you like a flood of emotions and anger that had been simmering beneath the surface. The air in the room is tense, your voice like a crackling lightning bolt piercing the silence.

“I lost my little girl!” He roars, his voice a mixture of anguish and rage as if the dam holding back his own pain has finally broken. The rawness of his grief crashes against the walls, filling the house with an intensity that matches the storm of emotions raging within both of you.

"I lost people I love too!" You countered, your voice a desperate cry.

His response was sharp and unyielding, dismissing your pain. "It's ain't the same."

"But I lost everyone! Everyone!" The anguish in your voice reverberated, and your words shifted, now infused with a desperate need for him to comprehend your own loss. "I lost everyone."

"I FUCKING THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! AND YOU... YOU WERE..." Your voice cracked, tears streaming freely as your emotions overwhelm you. 

A sickening wave surged within you, a physical response to the intensity of the moment. The sensation of nausea clawed at your insides. With a surge of urgency, you run to the downstairs restroom just down the corridor. As your hand reached the door, you swung it open and entered the restroom, eyes locking on the toilet bowl. Instinct guided your trembling fingers to the lock, a definitive click reverberating through the small space as you secured the door. 

Clutching your hair with your left hand, you pulled it away, desperately seeking to clear your line of vision. Your body heaved with an overpowering force, and you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. The guttural sound of retching mixed with the acrid taste of vomit, further intensified the nausea. It was a cycle of discomfort, each bout of vomiting seemingly triggering another.

For a fleeting moment, you believed you had regained control. But one glance at your left hand, the engagement ring glinting, was all it took to trigger another surge of vomiting. 

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. The dampness on your skin carried an uncomfortable sensation. The tears themselves were leaving a trail of itchiness in their wake. The itchiness, an almost prickling sensation, added an extra layer of discomfort.

Joel's attempts to enter the restroom were met with the firm resistance of a locked door. The urgency in his movements was evident, and you thought he would kick the door open, so you managed to muster the strength to utter, "Don't come in." before throwing up some more.

Finally, the relentless waves of vomiting stop, leaving you drained and spent. Gasping for air, you found yourself on the restroom floor, your knees sinking into a soft blue U-shaped mat. With a slow, deliberate motion, you crawled toward the opposite wall. Your body leaned into the wall, knees drawn close to your chest.

Hugging your knees to your body, your body trembled with the sheer weight of emotions that surged through you. Your sobs became a haunting soundtrack for you and Joel who could hear everything.

You don’t know how long you stay there. You can feel the hot steam from the restroom's ventilation issue around you. You don’t know what’s more suffocating the hot air or the pain.

Why? Why did he do it? The question echoed within your mind, a relentless question that seemed to have no definitive answer.

Eres valiente. Siempre lo has sido, (You're brave. You've always been) a voice emerged from the depths of your thoughts, a reassuring whisper that ignited a spark of resilience within you. The words gave you a newfound strength, enough to coax your exhausted body to rise.

Standing before the bathroom sink, toothbrush in hand, you summoned the determination to get rid of the taste of vomit. As the water flowed and you scrubbed away, your gaze met your reflection in the mirror. Disheveled was an understatement. Your once-neat hair had become a mess, with small strands clinging to your forehead due to the sweat that coated your skin. Dark circles clung beneath your eyes, and bloodshot eyes stared back at you. The traces of dried tears ran from your eyes all the way to your neck. The fabric of your shirt bore faint damp spots thanks to your tears.

Cupping your hands, you collected a handful of water and brought it to your face, the cool liquid splashing against your skin is refreshing. Your fingers find the white towel that hung on the wall, and you gently wiped it away. Inhaling deeply, you focused on the rhythm of your breath, allowing it to steady your racing heart until you felt a semblance of composure return.

Turning the doorknob, you push the bathroom door open, revealing Joel's figure. His expression is a mix of concern and relief, his eyes trace the contours of your form as you emerge from the restroom. 

As your eyes met him, a violent rush of emotions surged within you, the floodgates of the intensity you had repressed, suddenly open. Uncontrollable tremors shook your body, and Joel's instincts took over. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace.

Don’t touch me. You want to say, want to scream, but you can’t vocalize anything.

You feel Joel’s tears fall onto you, and their warm touch only seemed to amplify the storm that surged within. Your cry becomes heavier, your body convulsing with the force of your sobs.

“I love you.” Joel says. 

Immediately, your throat knots, the pain excruciating. The weight of his words and the depth of your own emotions leave you speechless, so the only thing you can manage is a small nod. 

He realizes you don't say it back and he says it again, his voice a soft echo of love and regret as he looks into your eyes. But you're beyond words at this point, your own pain and anguish welling up until you can only scream into his chest, mourning. 

Extended note: Thank you for reading! I apologize for any grammatical errors, English is not my first language, but I promise I did try. 

​​Please feel free to comment and reblog! I truly do love reading them! I promise I'll try to engage more!

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The Affair Pt 1

Context: What do you do when your husband cheats on you with your Head Alphas Omega? You marry the Head Alpha of course? What's better than revenge served with a wedding ring and an ultrasound photo?

<PART 2>

Essentially:

Reader and Izuku are married. Eijiro is married to Katsuki. Katsuki cheats with Izuku. Reader marries Eijiro. Simple.

Main Pairing: Eijiro x Reader

Warning: Omegaverse!, Infidelity, Cursing, ex-communicating, Children, "Dammy" - GN term for Mommy, Katsuki being a bitch

The morning light shone into the kitchen as you hummed along to the song playing on the radio. You placed another perfect pancake on the already made stack. It was another amazing morning in the Midoriya residence and everything was perfect. The smell of fresh coffee, warm pancakes and syrup flooded the kitchen in a lovely smell and atmosphere.

“Dammy!!” You turned around with a smile at the sound of your five year old little boy. He was your everything. The cutest little boy who looked just like his sire. He wore his kindergarten uniform as he waddled into the kitchen, his yellow hat already on his mess of green curls. He hugged your leg, wrapping his arms around you.

You chuckled as you bent down and picked him up. “Hey there, Asahi.” You greeted him, picking him up from the ground and placing him on your hip for a moment as you switched off the stove.

Asahi was your only pup with your loving husband so far and he was one of the best decisions you ever made in your life. “You made pancakes!” He smiled so brightly at the sight already on the table. He was so happy to see the pancakes today and you knew it that he would never stop smiling. It was exactly why you called him Asahi. He was a bright light in your lives that never stopped shining, just like the morning sunlight.

You placed him in his chair, in front of his plate of a pancake with syrup. He yipped up at you in appreciation, before grabbing his plastic spork and starting to eat his breakfast. You chuckled as you put the pan in the sink and placed two larger plates on the counter. Just as you were about to grab the plate of pancakes, you felt a mouth against your neck.

You giggled at the kiss to your scent gland as the large Alpha behind you took shape against your back. You moved your hand up to go through soft green curls. You looked up at him with a broad smile. “Morning Mr Number One.” You greeted.

He hummed as he moved his kisses to your jaw, his large hands feeling your hips and your boy fitting perfectly in his arms. “Morning Mrs Number One.” He greeted back with a final kiss to your jaw before grabbing the cup of coffee that you had made for him. You giggled as he placed a final kiss on your cheek before taking a sip of his coffee.

You shook your head in dismay but couldn’t stop the broad smile on your face. You plated some pancakes for you and Midoriya, just the way you both liked it. “Do you have a meeting today, my love?” You asked him as you turned around and placed his plate right in front of him. Before you could leave he placed another kiss to your face making you giggle.

He nodded his head. “Yes, I do. A long one with the commission president but luckily the rest of the day is just paperwork and staying at the office.” He informed you, which explained why he wasn’t already in his hero uniform already. He took a bite of the pancakes and let out a rumble in happiness at the taste. Asahi giggled at the sound that his father made, trying to replicate it but all he could muster up was a soft purr. Midoriya chuckled at the action.

You sat down opposite your husband on the other side of your son. “Well that’s good news.” You wiped Asahi’s face of stick syrup before finally eating your own breakfast and taking a sip of your own coffee. “Remember that we have a pack dinner tonight, so no late night last minute paperwork.” You warned him with a pointed glare.

“What? Me?” He asked with a shocked expression. “I would never do that.” He stated, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head. He looked down to his son, both green haired males staring at each other. “Right Asahi? I would never do that.” Asahi had his freckled cheeks filled with pancakes and milk but he turned to you and shook his head a long with his father. You rolled your eyes at your two boys but you couldn’t help but find it amusing. Those two were so much alike, you found it almost laughable.

Breakfast in the Midoriya household was often like this. It was filled with soft laughter and your two happy green haired boys often ganging up on you. It was mornings like this that you wished would never change. It was something so beautiful you would almost hate for them to ever disappear.

After breakfast was eaten and you managed to wipe Asahi’s face of all stick syrup and milk mustaches, you placed his little bag on his back. With Asahi ready for school, Midoriya managed to slip on his red Jordans just in time, for the both of them to be out of the door. You leaned against the doorway, watching Asahi follow his dad with smaller red Jordans on his feet too.

Just as the two of them headed to the car, you heard the sound of your neighbours next door. Next door to your right was the Bakushimas, the Head Family of Pack A. Kirishima held Bakugou close to him, an arm wrapped around his small waist and kissed him sweetly and deeply. The blond Omega let out a soft hum with a smile on his face as he looked up at his Alpha, already having his hero bag on his shoulder. Running between their legs and out of the door was their son, Kane.

The energetic blond boy held the straps of his bag as he tugged on his dam’s bag. “Lets go!” He whined in annoyance.

Asahi smiled over at them, raising his hand to wave over at his neighbour. “Hello Kane!” He greeted with a huge Midoriya smile.

Bakugou turned around to look at the little green child that was greeting his own pup. You smiled as you raised a hand and waved with a nod of your head. “Good morning, Head Alpha and Head Omega.”

Kirishima grinned broadly at the sight of you and your family. He had one hand in the pockets of his sweatpants as he was also dressed casually. “Morning YN. Morning Izuku and Asahi.”

Izuku pulled on a smile with a nod on his head. His son smiled as bright as the sun as he waved an excited arm over to his Head Alpha. “Morning Head Alpha Eijiro!” He greeted with so much excitement.

“Katsuki, will you be home in time for the dinner?” You asked him as you walked outside as well.

Bakugou looked to you with an amused smirk. He scoffed. “Of course.” He squeezed Kirishima’s hand before picking up his son who seemed happy that his dam was finally getting a move on and moving to his own car. “The dinner plan should be in your inbox and I placed a copy in the kitchen so if I’m not here the same time as you and the others, you can start without me.” He told you.

You nodded your head. “Of course,” You reached Midoriya and Asahi, placing an arm around your Alpha. “But don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything or need me to step in.” You told him with a sincere look.

Bakugou hummed as he rolled his eyes. “Yes, you and your housewife things.” He let out in distaste which only made you all chuckle. He placed his son inside his car seat, the little five year old waving to Asahi.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a house dam, Katsuki.” You told him as you looked up to Midoriya who was still looking in Bakugou’s direction before noticing you were looking at him. He smiled warmly down at you. You chuckled lowly. “I’m okay with it.”

Midoriya hummed as he placed a kiss to your lips. “And it keeps you safe, where I can always find you.” He turned to pick up Asahi and put him in the car. “Don’t do anything stupid out on patrol, Kacchan.” He turned to look at the blond just as he closed the car door.

Bakugou scoffed as he kicked himself off of his car. “As if.” He smirked before waving a hand to Kirishima with a sway of his hips. You wondered how on earth Bakugou managed to always look so good even after giving birth to Kane. He lost all his post maternal weight and kept all the benefits of being a dam, from having a wide thick chest to wide hips and a small waist. The perfect modal.

You glanced up at Midoriya who seemed to be staring off into space for a second. You nudged him gently. “Izu, now is not the time to be thinking of some quirk related issue.” You told him as you shook him out of it.

He shook his head before looking back down to you. He had a soft pink blush on his face as he scratched the back of his head. “Sorry, love.” He apologized. You heard a soft chuckle but before you could turn to where it came from, Midoriya placed a kiss on your cheek. “See you later.” He assured you as he quickly raced to the driver’s door.

It was just around noon when you were on the couch looking through online stores to get Asahi some new pairs of socks (he seemed to keep on getting holes in his socks regardless of what you did). You hummed at all the little choices from plain to cute partners and even some hero themed socks that you knew he would just adore. Before you could click on a pair that you thought he would like, your phone started vibrating.

You shook your head in dismay but smiled. You turned back to leave back indoors. It seemed as though Kirishima was working home today. You noted that at the back of your mind before heading back inside. There was much for you to do now that those two were gone. Like nap.

You turned to look at the caller ID. Denks <3. You raised an eyebrow. You knew that Denki wasn’t home right now, he was off the Pack Estate and was on patrol today. He normally only called you when he was bored.

You answered the phone and placed him on speaker, before you even had the chance to speak, he was already going on like a bullet train. “Y/N, are you alright? I know this must be a shock for you, but just know we’re all handling it.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he sounded so rushed and almost deeply upset. “The whole pack is out here handling the press and all media control so don’t worry. I’m on my way to fetch your son from kindergarten and-”

“Denki, what are you talking about?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow as you sat up properly on the couch.

It was silent for a moment. “Y/N… have… have you checked the news?” He asked, his voice quieter than he was before.

Suddenly dread started to settle in the pit of your stomach as you grew anxious. You slowly picked up the TV remote. “No…” you let out concerned. You wondered what could be on the news that was so important. Then fear settled in your heart like a wave of cold water. The normal crippling fear that settled within you whenever you knew that Midoriya was in a bad fight. The one that was just waiting for your phone to ring and it be the commission instead of him or the hospital. “Is it Izuku?” You asked as you quickly turned to the news.

“Wait Y/N it’s not what you think!”

You couldn’t even hear what else he had to say as the news channel started playing, the anchor sitting there in front of you on the screen. “If you are just joining, there’s breaking news of a national scandal. The Number One ProHero, Deku has been caught in an affair with the Number Two ProHero Dynamight. The nation’s top heroes were caught together what is said to have been a few days ago but word only coming out about the apparent union between the two this morning. Both heroes are married, Deku being married to his partner Midoriya Y/N and Dynamight being married to the Number Fifth hero, ProHero Red Riot. Pack A is yet to have said anything official regarding this scandal between two of their members.” Images of the two of them played on the screen in front of you, both of them hidden in more civilian clothes and baseball hats and sunglasses sharing a kiss.

Your world fell under your very feet and you couldn’t breathe. You were frozen. Frozen in time as your world felt like it was shaking and falling around you. A pain whimper came from inside you at the photos at the proof staring you right in your eyes. There it was. Your Alpha in the arms of another Omega that you had regarded a packmate and friend. You felt your eyes burn as crippled trills escaped out of you. You couldn’t look away from the screen even though every passing second felt as though it was torture.

“Y/N…” Denki voiced softly. “I’m so so sorry.” He whispered. You didn’t answer him and he didn’t expect you to. “We’re taking all the pups out of kindergarten for the day, Momo said she’ll keep an eye on them with Pony just to give you some time and all of us time to handle the press. Just… just stay there, I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He tried his best to be supportive but you could barely feel a thing out of it. “I have to go but, I love you. I’ll be over soon.” Just like that you were left alone again, in your crumbling world.

You weren’t the only one with a crumbling world…

Kirishima was in his office, not even having had the time to process all of this when the news blew up in his face instantly. He had one hand holding his office phone to his ear as he kept an eye on the headlines that flashed over one of his monitors screen.

“No, Pack A has no official comment at this time. Any and all communications regarding Deku and Dynamight will be handled at a later stage.” He finalised. “Please tell the commission that we’ll have it sorted and we appreciate the help on trying to minimalize online damage.” He slammed the phone down aggressively before falling back onto his chair. He put his hands over his face as he tried to organise his thoughts but he couldn’t get past the fact that his own Omega had been cheating on him and he didn’t even see it.

Were they not in love? Did he not love him enough? Did he not treasure him and care for him enough? Kirishima didn’t think there was anything wrong in their marriage. They had been happily married for the past seven years and yet this was how their marriage would go down? In one of the biggest hero news that would go down in the tabloids for the next six months?

Kirishima felt the feeling of digust and most of all sadness flow through him. His hands shaking as he tried to think but he couldn’t think.

His personal phone rang and Kirishima quickly picked it up. The longer and more work he had, the less he had to think about this.

“Eijiro.” It was Iida. “I just got off the phone with Denki, the kindergarten for the pups is keeping the press at bay and they managed to get the pups out of there. They’re all currently at Shoto’s agency with Momo and Pony for the time being.”

Kirishima dropped his shoulders in relief that at least that was going well for them. He was so worried that the pups would be a target of paparazzi and media harassment since they were so vulnerable and isolated away from their parents, which was the reason why he asked them to be excused from school for the next week while things would be handled and dile down. “That’s good.” Let out with sigh.

“And… Eijiro… Y/N, they…” He wasn’t sure how to put it and that’s when Kirishima remembered that you were in this situation just like he was. You were the other part of this whole messed up situation that he had forgotten to consider. “Denki confirmed to me that they’re still at home. Maybe you can-”

“I’m on it. Don’t worry. Please handle things for me, Tenya, while I’m with them.” Kirishima was already standing up and walking out of his office, his feet making quick work.

“Of course, Head Alpha. And Eijiro… I… I’m-”

Kirishima knew what he wanted to say before he would say. “It’s alright. Thank you, Tenya.” He quickly said before dropping the phone. Kirishima quickly opened his front door and ran over next door. He felt anger rise within him, knowing that he had forgotten to come up of a plan for you. You were all alone, just like him, when this news came out and so far he hasn’t heard a thing about how you must be feeling. He knocked on the door. “Y/N.” He tried the door handle and the door opened without issue. He pushed the door open harshly as he looked around for you.

 He forced himself to be on high alert. He knew all the horror stories of what Omegas would go through and do to themselves due to mate rejection and such events happening in their lives. The last thing he needed was you losing yourself now too.

“Y/N!” He shouted as he ran into the house. The TV was on but you weren’t on the couch. Then as he moved forward, he saw you by the kitchen, hands covering your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. You were keeping yourself small and trying to hide from the heart wrenching news on the TV. Kirishima growled at the TV, grabbing the remote off the couch and switching it off with little car. He ran over to you, getting down onto his knees in front of you. “Y/N… Y/N, I’m here.” He spoke more gently as he put his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up at him with eyes filled with heartbreak. Your face twisted in pain as you shook your head, tears running down your face. “No, no, no...” You sobbed out, realising the TV was finally off and you didn’t have to heard that God awful reporter with all that so called news. You shook your head as you sobbed, tears running down your face. Your scent was twisted in bitter agony and grief as you cried. “What did I do wrong?” You asked him. “Head Alpha, what did I do? I did everything for him. I love him so much.”

Kirishima scowled trying to stop his own tears. He pulled you into his arms as he scowled deeply, putting his head on top of yours. “I know, Omega, I know.” He assured you. He knew exactly how you felt so perfectly, it felt vicious inside of him.

You let out a sob as you clung to his shirt. You couldn’t even speak any more words, sobs only leaving your mouth as you bawled your eyes out. Kirishima’s own body was shaking as he held you, silent tears leaving his eyes as he squeezed them shut hoping this would all be a nightmare. You both just wanted to wake up and have it be some cruel nightmare, to go back to the bliss of just a few hours ago.

Eventually you had passed out, your body, mind and Omega too exhausted and drained to keep you awake for any longer. Kirishima, after finding the scarce bit of will power he had left, picked you up off the floor and walked you upstairs to your nest in your nesting room. He knew you had a nesting room, having heard from Midoriya before. Once he placed you there, he covered you in a blanket from your son’s room, something neutral that wouldn’t cause you to go into a drop. Once he was sure you were comfortable, Kirishima left you in there.

When Midoriya Izuku arrived back home, it was one of the most terrifying moments of his life. The pack was silent, with the normal central dinner for the back being cancelled leaving the middle park dark with its usual lights. When he drove into his driveway the feeling of pure dread sat at the bottom of his stomach as he stepped out of his car. By the looks of it, he had just beat Bakugou back since he didn’t see his car in the driveway next door.

He felt less of that angry drive that he had earlier. Now all he felt was a hollow emptiness inside him, even as he picked up the phone and called Denki to tell him where he would find you once he got here. Kirishima didn’t have the energy to deal with anything else, so he flopped back onto your couch, not knowing what he was supposed to do.

The whole day the both of them were swarmed with calls, looks, messages and internet press coverage that could make Endeavor’s career look shameful. The two of them had had a long call on what they would do from here but there wasn’t much to do from here. Not when their packmates weren’t answering any of their calls and there was radio silence from the whole of Pack A.

Midoriya swallowed down hard as he moved to the front door. He took a breath before opening the door. The smell of dinner caught him by surprise. He didn’t expect to smell dinner. In all honesty, he didn’t expect the house to be in the state that it was. Everything looked… fine… Almost as if nothing had happened at all. As if it was a normal day and it wasn’t swimming in scandals and an affair that was never meant to be out in the open.

Midoriya closed the door behind him, taking off his Jordans at the door as he walked further into the house.

“Daddy!” A happy Asahi ran over to him.

Midoriya forced a smiled to his face, glad that at least someone was glad to see him today. He crouched down and accepted his son into his arms with a bright smile. He placed a kiss on the pup’s cheek making him giggle. “Hey there buddy.” He grinned as he held the five year old in his arms. “How was your day, bud?”

Asahi looked freshly bathed and wore comfortable clothes. His chubby cheeks were pushed into a smile as he looked up at his father. “My day was so weird!” He stepped back jumping on his feet. “First I went to school and then Uncle Denki took me and all my other pup mates out early. We went to Uncle Shoto’s hero office and Aunty Momo got us ice-cream and we got to just have fun in the nest there.” He told his father, his retelling of his day being very similar to how Midoriya would go off about his own stories and experiences. Every hero agency kept nesting rooms around their agency for Omega employees or for cases that needed victims to feel safe. “Then I spent the day with Sonomi and Keiji at their house and then Aunty Momo took me back home and then we found Head Alpha Eiji here! He left a while ago but he was here while Dammy was taking a nap. Aunty Momo gave me a bath and helped me get dressed and then Uncle Denki was here and he was with Dammy till like five minutes ago.” He recalled.

Midoriya nodded his head, keeping his forced smile on his face. “Sounds like a very eventful day. Where’s Dammy?” he asked.

Asahi took one of his sire’s hands and started pulling him along towards the kitchen. There standing with your back towards him was you. You had scent blockers on your neck and you seemed very engrossed in what you were doing. While your husband felt fear slowly fill him at having to come face to face with you, your son seemed rather eager. He let go of his father who seemed rather frozen in place and ran over to your leg. “Dammy! Dammy look! Daddy’s home!” He spoke excitedly with a huge dimpled smile on his face.

You glanced down at him with a soft smile. “Really?”

He nodded his head. “Yep.”

“Thank you for telling me, baby. How about you go clear all your toys. Dinner is almost ready.” You told him. With a dutiful nod, the green haired little boy went running off.

The kitchen descended into silence as Midoriya stood in the entrance of the kitchens, feeling as though he was oceans away from you. The only sound was the deafening sound of your knife against your chopping board. Midoriya swallowed down hard as he took a step forward, his voice feeling trapped at thee back of his throat.

“Y/N, I-”

“How was work, honey?” The question took every word out of his mouth as he stilled. Your voice was so sweet, so sickeningly sweet it was almost as if he deserved to hear you speak to him like that. Midoriya was silent as he just looked to you. “It must have been so busy.” You continued.

“It… it was.” He clarified. He swallowed down hard as he took a step forward. “Y/N I-”

“You should get ready, dinner is almost ready. I made your favourite.” You moved to pick up whatever you had sliced and put it on the dish in the bowl next to you. You turned to him with a smile, your smile there but your eyes dull, hollow and empty. “Katsudon.” Midoriya looked down to what you held in your hands. A bowl of pork katsudon, just the way his mother had taught you to make it. He looked up at you, a tear slipping out of his eyes. This would be the last meal he would share with you and his son as a family. He nodded his head, silent.

Dinner was a tense and quiet affair with you focusing on Asahi and not on the Alpha across from you. Even after dinner, you avoided Midoriya like the plague. You wouldn’t talk to him nor would you acknowledge his presence. Not until it was late at night, Asahi was in bed and you sat on your bed with Midoriya standing at the door. He was silent as he waited for you to talk first.

You sat on the bed with your hands holding a bunch of letters in your hands. You sniffed as you looked through the letters that were addressed to you. “What was it?” You whispered softly, you didn’t look up at him as you spoke.

Midoriya was silent for a moment. “What was?”

You looked up with him, eyes lined with tears. “What was the reason that made you run to him? What made you choose him over me?” You whispered as you tilted your head to the side, trying to figure him out.

The Alpha in front of you was silent, not knowing what to say nor what to do? What was he supposed to tell you? He hesitated as he tried to find the words. “It… Y/N…” He closed his eyes as he dropped his shoulders. “You have to understand, I loved Kacchan since I was a pup. I tried so hard not to.” He closed his eyes almost as if it pained him just to try and explain it to you. As if you would never understand him. “I tried so hard not to love him, knowing that he chose Eijiro but… one thing led to another and we ended up-”

“Cheating.” You finished for him. “You ended up cheating.” Midoriya swallowed hard, looking down away from you not baring to meet your gaze. “How long have the both of you been sneaking around?”

Midoriya once again heisted, those green eyes that you fell in love with barely being able to look at you. “The past six years.”

You let out a soft gasp at that. You dropped the letters, letting them fall to the ground as you opted to hold yourself as well. Six years. Six years was he sleeping and hanging around another Omega and you had no idea. Six years he had been lying to you and he never said a thing.

Midoriya quickly moved to try and hold you, his instinct to comfort you moving stronger and faster than his normal reason. “Y/N-”

You wrenched yourself away from him. “No!” you shouted as you pushed yourself to the edge of your bed, not baring to let him touch you. Your face was scrunched up into one of disgust. “You don’t get to touch me with the same hands you touched him with!” You shouted into his face, Midoriya’s face twisting into one of hurt as he looked at you. You scowled as you looked at him. “Did I ever have a husband? Did you ever love me?”

“Of course, I love you!” He put his hands to his chest over his heart, his fingers scrunching up the shirt in his fist. “You are my wife! You are the dam of my pup and the Omega I marked!”

“NO! Don’t say all those things when they weren’t enough for you!” You shouted at him. Tears fell down your eyes as you looked at him so distraught. “I was never enough for you was I? I could have never been enough because I wasn’t him!” You pointed to the direction of the Bakushima household. It settled back into silence between the both of you. You sniffed as you swallowed down harshly. You lifted your head up trying to keep yourself together as the bond you had with the Alpha across from you seemed to be tearing apart. You pointed to the door. “Get out.” You whispered.

Midoriya looked up at you in shock. “W-what?”

“Get your stuff and get out of this house!” You shouted at him. His slight wince made you close your eyes. You took a deep breath and tried to control yourself. “I will not allow you to disrespect this family any longer by coming here when you clearly chose who you wanted instead. We can continue this conversation at a later date, but I want you out of this house.” You tried explaining more calmly than before.

Midoriya was taken aback from your words. The sinking fact that you were kicking him out, hurting more than he thought it ever could. His face scrunched up as he looked almost disgusted at the thought. “No. You can’t make me leave. This is our home!”

You lifted your nose at him. “It stopped being our home the moment you stuck your cock into Bakushima Katsuki’s cunt.” You whispered to him in hatred. “But if you won’t leave, we will.” You stood up and moved off the bed going to the closet. You were fast, moving straight to grab a duffel bag and just grab the essentials.

Midoriya immediately got up and followed. “Who is we?”

“Me and my son.” You clarified as you pushed In a bunch of clothes and a towel.

A growl interrupted your packing as you turned back to look at Midoriya. His canines were barred at you in warning as he glared at you, holding the doorway of the closet. “You are not taking my son out of this house.” He warned you, a dark undertone that told you that he seemed like he was ready to fight you if need be.

You got off your knees and moved over to him with a hiss. He growled back but you barred your Omegan fangs at him with a hiss, not backing down. “Either you leave, or we do.”  You clarified to him. “I do not want our son to know that an Alpha cheating on his Omega is an okay thing.”

“You made a fucking fool out of me!” Kirishima shouted at his Omega as the both of them stood in their bedroom, their voices unhindered as the shouting match had happened almost immediately the moment that Kane went to bed. Kirishima stood in front of Bakugou with a scowl on his face. “How do you think I feel knowing my own fucking Omega has been fucking another Alpha behind my back?”

Midoriya was silent as the both of you stood almost chest to chest, glaring at one another, the other not backing down. He let out a low annoyed growl but stepped aside away from you, moving to pack a bag. You stayed on the defence, watching him pack as you stood your ground. Even though part of you was happy that he took the hint and was listening to you, the other half of you wished he fought harder to stay, even though knowing he was wrong.

Bakugou let out a breath as he closed his eyes. “Eijiro, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You’re fucking sorry?” He asked him with a cynical laugh. “Did our marriage mean anything to you!” The redheaded Alpha asked him with a hand to his chest. His face twisted in pure agony as he looked across to his mate only to be met with Bakugou looking away from him because he couldn’t bare to look at him. Kirishima closed his eyes briefly letting tears slip away. “We were the dream team, Katsuki. It was you and me. The Head Alpha and Omega of Pack A. What did Izuku do that I couldn’t?”

The blond Omega in front of him let out a breath. “It isn’t that Eijiro.”

“Then why the hell did you run off and fuck him for who knows how long?”

The crimson eyes of Bakugou tightened as they glared at the redheaded Alpha across from him. The blond Omega stood up and approached the redheaded Alpha. “Don’t make it sound like I’m a fucking slut, Red!”

Kirishima hardened his own gaze down to Bakugou. “Well when you fuck another Alpha, it sure makes you look that way!”

Bakugou scoffed. He pointed a finger to his chest. “I’m sorry that I did what I felt was me making the right decision.”

Kirishima looked at him confused. He put his hands to his head as he tried to understand, tried to fathom what Bakugou could see in this situation as a good decision. “How the hell is this a good decision? Did you even think about me or our son? How is this the best for Kane?”

A hiss left the blond Omega at the mention of the pup. “Only I know what’s best for Kane, for mypup.”

A loud growl came from Kirishima as he stepped up to stand toe to toe with Bakugou. He barred his teeth in aggression as he glared down at the blond. “Our pup, Omega.”

“NO! Mine!” Bakugou insisted. “How sure are you that he is your pup, then?

That question made the whole room fall into silence. Kirishima took a few steps back away from him as he froze. He wasn’t sure why that question made him feel more fearful than he had that whole day but it did. He could barely focus on anything else as he felt like everything around him was cracking for the second time today. “What… what do you mean?” Kirishima whispered, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked to Bakugou. “Why wouldn’t he be mine?”

Bakugou folded his arms over his chest as he stood his ground. “He’s not yours. You have no right to him or any decisions regarding his wellbeing! Kane is not your pup, never has been and he never will be.”

The Alpha shook his head as tears lined at his eyes and burned at him from the inside. “You’re lying. That heat we-”

“Izuku was over the day before my heat officially started, before I was with you the whole time.” He clarified. He moved fast and quickly, grabbing something from within his nightstand. He picked up a file, something he had for Kane since birth. “It was only after I gave birth to him did I have a paternity test done and found out who his real sire was.” He walked over back to Kirishima and handed him a piece of paper that was hidden behind Kane’s birth certificate.

Kirishima was terrified to look down. He felt like the moment he looked down, he would regret it for the rest of his life. But he did so anyways. He looked down and staring right up at him was a paternity test. It was for Kane and him. He couldn’t read any of the words that seemed to jumble up together but what did catch his attention was the numbers in bold at the bottom. 0,0007% Not even one percent match. Kirishima nearly dropped the document, a shaky hand moving to his mouth as he felt everything he ever knew and everything he ever loved get ripped away from him.

Bakugou took the document and folded it. “Kane is not your son, so don’t tell me what’s best for Kane as if it concerns y-”

The sound of whining came from the door as it was pushed open. Standing by the door with his hands together was Kane. He looked up at his parents in confusion and fear. He looked between them, confused as to why there was so much yelling. He whimpered as he kept himself small. “Daddy, Poppa, what’s going on?” He asked softly standing in his little shark pyjamas.

With Kane standing right there in front of him, Kirishima felt like he was so blind. Like he was so fucking blind. Kane, even though looked like he could be Bakugou’s twin, had certain things about him that didn’t make sense now. Did he always have such curly blond hair? Were his eyes always so wide and big? Was he always that small and tiny?

The redheaded Alpha couldn’t bare to look at him anymore, the fear that he wouldn’t recognise his own son settling in far too late. He turned to Bakugou, his face emotionless as he sniffed. He gave the blond a sad smile. “I hope your happier, then.” Kirishima turned and walked to his closet. He grabbed a duffel bag and started shoving his clothes into his bags. Kirishima wasn’t even sure if he was packing everything but he took all his essentials from the bathroom and his wallet too. Anything that looked important he took. Without looking at either one of them, Kirishima shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket and walked right past Kane out the door to his bedroom.

Kane let out some whines behind him, saying something to his dam that Kirishima couldn’t hear in his right mind right now. He marched through the scarcely lit house as he moved to the front door. He needed to leave. He didn’t know where he was going to, but he needed to leave.

“Daddy no!” He felt a body wrap around his leg making him pause. He looked down to see the blond pup clinging to him as hard as he could. Kane was crying, borderline sobbing big crocodile tears that only made Kirishima feel even more blind. “Don’t leave! Where you going?” He looked up to Kirishima with big crimson eyes, his hands balled up as he clung to his sweatpants and didn’t want to leave. Kirishima’s face twisted into something painful not having the heart to reply to him. Kane didn’t deserve this.

Suddenly the blond pup was pulled away from him and pulled into Bakugou’s arms as he kept the young boy off the ground and in his own arms. He forced a struggling and screaming Kane into his arms, almost defensively as if Kirishima was a stranger.

Kirishima just looked at Bakugou, pain filled before turning to leave out the front door. The moment he opened the door, he was greeted with the one masc he never wanted to see.

Midoriya Izuku stood on his doorstep holding a box and a backpack on his back. He looked to Kirishima in surprise. Kirishima stepped out of the way, his eyes dead as he stared at Midoriya. “Welcome home.” He stated as he allowed the green haired Alpha through. Midoriya hesitated looking at Kirishima with such hesitation. Kirishima found it funny. He was sure Midoirya didn’t look this unsure every day that he looked him in the eye, knowing that he was with his Head Alpha’s Omega.

Midoriya stepped inside and Kirishima bee lined out the door, closing the door behind him. Kirishima stood outside his front door, not knowing what to do next. The Alpha looked around, not knowing where to go so he just went straight. He walked across the street to the park. He walked barefooted holding on to the strap of his bag. His body stopped by a bench and he sat down there in the darkness, with nothing but the park light to illuminate where he was. He leaned back as he stood there for what felt like just a second, staring off for a moment.

“Eijiro…” Standing in front of him now was Todoroki, Mina and Sero. Both men looked down at Kirishima in confusion. Sero put a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder leaning forward. “Man, you’ve been sitting out here for two hours. What happened with Katsuki, are you okay?” he asked deeply concerned for not only his Head Alpha but one of his best friends.

Mina nodded as she held her jacket around her, trying to stop the sinking cold from coming in. “Come on Eij, you shouldn’t be out here all alone in the cold.”

Kirishima didn’t move for a second as he just stared up at Sero, then tears started running down his face his face unmoving for a second. Kirishima bit his bottom lip to stop himself from shattering in front of his friends. He brought two hands over his face as he tried to stop the bubbling sobs in his chest as he leaned forward. He shook his head. “He’s not mine.” He cried out. “He’s not mine and I love him so much.” He cried.

Sero moved closer to him as Mina quickly moved to put Kirishima in her arms, turning the large redhead to put his head in the crook of her neck. She rubbed his back as she held him tightly. The feeling of his oldest best friend made him only cry harder as he held onto her. Todoroki stepped forward confused, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who’s not yours, Eijiro?”

“Kane!” Mina’s eyes widened as she looked up to both men who both immediately froze as their faces fell in disbelief. Dead silence filled the space for a second. They looked to each other before looking back down at Kirishima. “He’s not mine. He was never mine! Katsuki told me. He’s-” A hiccup interrupted him as he couldn’t bare to speak more about it.

Mina shushed him sweetly as she rubbed his back. “It’s okay, Eijiro. Don’t think about all that right now, just let it all out big guy.” She told him as she looked up to her husband and one of her packmates.

Sero let out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair. The drama only getting worse and worse as time went by. However, once he looked to Todoroki both husband and wife were shocked. Todoroki had a hard look on his face. A scowl was one his beautiful face as he frowned. Todoroki was a traditionalist, he was someone who valued family and valued what came from it, but finding out that someone had disrespected that to this extent to Kirishima’s face, all while lying, was something he could never stand for. Todoroki stepped forward as he sat next to Kirishima on the bench and put a hand on his back as well.

The Seros took Kirishima to their place, letting him stay in their extra bedroom. Sero and Mina along with Todoroki agreed that they would call a pack meting tomorrow morning. Due to everything that was happening, they didn’t have work for the next couple of days so they would need to take the time to discuss and talk this over.

When the next morning came, in a painful reminder that time still goes on, Denki immediately went to your place, still regretting his decision of listening to you when you told him to leave. Denki immediately saw the state you were in. A very bad depressive drop. You were in your nest, refusing to leave it nor even get ready for the day or help Asahi who was too worried about you as he stayed buried at your side.

Denki took Asahi to the Sato’s place where all the pups would be kept during the meeting. Pony took a worried Asahi who was very confused as to what was going on and got him breakfast with the rest of his pup mates. Once Asahi was safe, Denki went back to you. You stayed in your nest, not responding at all. Denki knew that at least you ate something last night, so he wasn’t too worried about how your health was. He kept you sleeping in your nest, promising he would come back.

Kirishima was also left in the Sero’s place, dead asleep, having exhausted his very being enough that even if anyone did speak to him, he couldn’t hear it. Mina had got him some extra blankets and left a plate of breakfast at the side of his table just in case he got hungry while they were gone. Her and Sero took their daughter to the Satos before going over to Iida’s place.

In Iida’s sitting room was where the pack meeting was happening without you, Kirishima, Midoriya or Bakugou.

“What do you mean Kane isn’t Eijiro’s?” Shinso asked as he stood up and stared at Todoroki.

Todoroki nodded his head painfully. “That’s what he said.” He retold the group. “He said that he wasn’t his. Bakugou told him that last night.”

Momo put a hand over her mouth with a gasp in shock at the new piece of news that was just received to the rest of them. “Poor Eijiro.” She let out softly, the others agreeing in saddened hums. She turned to look at her husband as she sat next to him. “Having a pup meant so much to him.” She whispered.

Iida let out a heavy sigh as he dragged a hand through his hair. “It does.” He agreed with her. “And now we’re stuck with two members in a drop, one of which is our Head Alpha who now is without an Omega and a pup.” Iida tried to think about what was the best sort of action. Iida was the acting Head Alpha until Kirishima came back out of his drop. It was his say on what they would do next regarding this whole unprecedented situation. Iida sat down in his cushioned chair, putting his head on top of his hands. “This doesn’t look good for us, nor does it for Eijiro. But lets deal with one thing at a time and quickly. Izuku and Katsuki. Their actions can’t go unpunished.” He stated, the pack nodding their heads in agreement.

“No, they can’t.” Jirou stated as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Denki frowned as he thought about it for a moment. He closed his eyes. “Their actions are very severe. Not only did they lie to their mates, but Katsuki had a pup and framed it as our Head Alpha’s for six years. That’s horrible.”

Mina nodded along with Denki. “We also need to keep in mind that the public will expect word from what the pack has decided to do to them.”

“Well then we all know what the best course of action is.” Iida sat up in his chair, Hatsume standing next to him, leaning against his chair with one hand on his shoulder. He looked around at the pack members in the room, none of them denying what he was insinuating. He sighed as he closed his eyes. “Then I’ll tell Head Alpha.”

That evening, the whole pack was in attendance at what was essentially a ruling of the events that had happened. Bakugou and Midoriya stood together the eyes of their pack member feeling as though they were drilling holes into them. Bakugou held Kane closer towards him at all the scrutiny, glaring at them all at how quickly they changed against him. Kirishima stood in front of the both of them with you sitting at his side. You looked hollow, kind of just staring into the distance for a while. Asahi sat beside you, looking up at you concerned but also to his father.

Much later in the day Iida sat in a chair next to where Kirishima lay in bed. His eyes glued to the ceiling as he listened to what Iida had to say. He didn’t say much about anything other than finding out what you thought about the situation. Finding out that you were in agreement with what the pack had concluded, he felt better about it. So Kirishima agreed.

“Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki,” Kirishima started. He had forced himself to stand before everyone tonight. He was in no state to do so, nor did he feel like he even had the will to exist right now, but he did what his job was. He was given the job of being Head Alpha and regardless of this situation he had to take it in stride. “You have both not only lied to your mates but also committed adultery. You also lied about the true sire of Bakugou Kane. Your choices have led to a unanimous decision made by the pack that the both of you along with your pup be exiled from Pack-A as well as ex-communicated.”

Both adults faces fell at that decision. Bakugou stepped forward with a face of disbelief. “Eijiro, you can’t be serious.”

Kirishima frowned as he looked down at the blond. “It’s Head Alpha Kirishima to you, Bakugou Katsuki and yes, yes I am. By noon tomorrow, the three of you should be off my pack lands.”

“If you all want to exile us that’s fine, but what about Kane?” Midoriya motioned to the blond pup who didn’t even know what the word ‘exile’ meant, let alone what was supposed to happen. “Kane did nothing wrong. He doesn’t deserve to be ripped from his pack like this. And what about my son Asahi? You’re just going to keep me away from him?”

Kirishima turned to the side, not having any more energy to talk to the both of them. Iida stepped in, putting a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder allowing him to sit down. Kirishima sat in the chair that was placed next to you roughly, too tired to try and sit gracefully. He leaned to the side and placed a hand over his eyes with a heavy sigh, just wanting to go back to bed. You put a hand on his shoulder, making him glance over to you. He gave you a tired smile.

Iida stepped to stand in front of the both of you. “What about Kane?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows as he looked over at the two of them. “As far as I’m concerned that pup would be with both his sire and dam. Should he wish to play or spend time with any of the other pups, he can do that at school.” Iida clarified. “Regarding Asahi,” The little boy perked up at the mention of his name. “A custody agreement will be settled between you and Y/N regarding him along with the divorce agreement, in the mean time Y/N has agreed to give you weekends. Katsuki, you will also receive a document of divorce papers shortly. From the moment this meeting ends, all three of you will never belong to Pack A again.”

-Glitch1d

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'William Orchard Hopper"

Pairing: Harringrove.

Tw: child abuse, mentions of infidelity.

This started out as a headcanon of Jim being Billy biological dad and quickly spiraled into this??? Sorry. <3

Not many people know that Jim Hopper spent a considerable amount of time in California in his twenties.

Jim and Billy's mom, Bria Hargrove met and had an affair that led to Billy being born.

Neil knows Billy isn't his son, and becomes abusive towards Bria and Billy until she can no longer take it. 

When Billy is ten, she leaves and hides a note in Billy's room for him to find. 

The note tells him that Neil isn't his real father, it tells him his real father lives in Indiana. Hawkins, specifically but that he had once lived in California. She tells him that the man is named Jim Hopper. She doesn't give him any other details. Not that it truly matters, Neil is whose on his birth certificate. Neil is who is raising Billy into the man he's destined to be.

Confused, Billy tucks the note away. He can almost forget about it, but the knowledge that Neil isn't his dad stays with him. Even when Neil married Susan, and he gained a step-sister in her daughter, Max. 

It doesn't become a problem for Billy until Neil announces that their new, fragile thing of a family is moving to Hawkins, Indiana. 

He doesn't know if Neil knows he'll be dropping them in the town of the very man his mother cheated on him with.

A week after the move, Billy makes the mistake of getting high after Neil's latest lesson in Respect and Responsibility that ended with Billy nursing bruised ribs and what's definitely a mild concussion. 

The mistake isn't smoking weed, per say. No, Billy's mistake was forgetting just how loose lipped he gets when high. Because, now he's shown Max the letter his mom left all those years ago, he tells her that Neil isn't his biological father.

Max doesn't say anything, she just stands up and hugs her step-brother. 

The blond tenses briefly, before he's sinking into the hug; his own arms winding around her small frame. 

She's gotten taller, so with Billy sitting, his head is pressed into her stomach.

She doesn't comment on the warmth of his tears, she just hugs him tighter.

What does someone say to their step-brother who's father beats him on a regular basis? What do you say when that same boy knows the man who lords his parental status over him, isn't actually his dad? 

Max decides you say nothing. Billy doesn't seem put off by the lack of response. 

It isn't until after Halloween, after Max has plunged a syringe into Billy's neck to sedate him when a panic attack had led to a violent fit, that they're both forced to confront the very thing Billy has tried so hard to forget.

It wasn't the first time Billy lashed out like this, but it was one of the worst times. Her new friends had gotten permission from Neil and her mother to come over, but something set Billy off when she introduced him to Jane.

To his credit, Billy had fled the house when he noticed his breathing picking up. It hadn't helped much, because Max followed behind him, leading her friends to do the same.

When Jane met his gaze, her eyes were soft but unreadable, like she knew she held the last name of the man his mother confessed was actually his father.

It could've been a coincidence, but his mom had also told him the mystery man was training to become a police officer. 

That was too many coincidences, if you asked Billy.

He doesn't remember much after that, not that ever does. 

He knows her friends had been afraid, but for some weird fucking reason they tried to comfort him.

The curly-haired one even called Steve Harrington, declaring that the elder was good in situations like this. 

Billy seriously doubted that, but he'd never pass up a chance to see Steve. Their relationship was still new. New as in they'd only been official for the past week.

Once Steve had arrived, the kids all seemed to lose interest in everything, and retreated into the living room to play video games. Max took some convincing, but eventually, they were able to pry her away from the place she'd refused to leave at Billy's side.

The couple quickly toed off to Billy's room, and Steve wasted no time in pulling Billy into his arms.

Billy felt bone-tired, the sedative given to him never knocks him out, it mostly tires him out. Makes the world fuzzy, and like it's covered in a foggy film.

But, this felt different. This felt like a tiredness that wouldn't be quelled by resting for the remainder of the day. 

The younger boy hadn't told Steve about Jim, so when he asked what triggered this episode, Billy quickly spilled. He spoke until his throat felt raw, and his hands were shaking. 

He spoke until the room felt as if all the air was quickly evaporating. 

Steve waited until Billy's word vomit came to an end, before gently responding, "It's okay, B. If Hop is your dad, he's a good man. A little grumpy, but he's not like…" he trails off, but Billy can fill in the blanks just fine.

"H-how am I even supposed to broach this subject with him, Steve? What if...what if he doesn't want me just like her, and I'm stuck with Neil until I'm 18, or dead?" 

The brunet quickly reaches out to cup Billy's cheek, his thumb grazing the smooth skin. "That won't happen. Even if it did, you've got me. You're never gonna be stuck with him forever so long as I'm alive and breathing, baby."

There's more the boy wants to say, but he just feels so tired. The sounds of the kids all yelling in the other room serve as nothing more than background noise.

It's about an hour later, and Billy's only been fighting his sleep because Steve is showing him various tiktoks and clips of random gamers he enjoys.

Soon though, he's starting to doze on Steve's shoulder, when there's a knock at his door, then a head of brown curls are peaking into his room.

Jane.

His breath hitches, but Steve's hand finds his back and begins to soothingly rub his stress away. 

Metaphorically, of course. Because in reality, Billy is still freaking out.

"Jim is here to pick me up, but he wanted to meet you."

This causes him to bristle, "Me? Why?"

Jane merely shrugs, before turning away. 

Billy has an inkling she does know, but he swallows it down and climbs off his bed to make the short trek to the living room.

When he lays eyes on Hopper, the man is dressed in his uniform, a small grimace on his lips as he observes the sparsely decorated room.

His eyes eventually land on Billy and he offers something that could be considered a smile.

"So you're the owner of that Camaro out front, or is that your dad's?"

Billy wants to laugh out loud at the question, but instead he shakes his head. "No, sir. She's all mine, fixed her from the ground up myself." 

It was true, Billy spent months fixing her up, she'd been all but totaled when he found her body at the junkyard in California. 

He immediately fell in love with the car, despite the appearance and the rest was history.

The chief let out a long whistle, along with an approving nod.

"Damn kid. You lookin' for work? I know the mechanic in town could use someone like you on weekends."

Billy only nods, unsure of what to say. 

"Yeah, yeah that'd be great, actually! Thanks."

Jim nods, his eyes never leaving their place of observing the blond. 

"I'll set it up, just come by my office on Monday and we'll work out all the kinks."

Soon after, Jim leaves with Jane, who promises Max that they'll hang out soon.

Much to Billy's chargin, Steve leaves with the rest of the kids, sans Max, around forty-five minutes later.

Neil and Susan return after Billy has finished cleaning up the dishes from his and Max's dinner. 

His dad seems pissed by something, something Billy can't figure out.

Not that it matters. All that matters is that his bad mood means a repeat of last night. 

As it plays out, Billy doesn't have to wait until Monday, because the man in question all but busts the Hargrove's front door down, catching Neil in the act of wailing on the defenseless blond.

There's a whirlwind of activity that ends with his father in cuffs, and Hopper escorting Billy to the hospital with Max glued to his side while Susan tails the Chief's car.

On the drive there, Billy doesn't expect the chief to blurt out, "Jane heard what you told Steve." Billy wants to play dumb, he wants to pretend he has no clue what Hopper is referring to; but instead he just shrugs and glances back at Max, the red-head at least looks apologetic. 

"Does she always ear hustle that hard?" The large man huffs out a laugh, "you have no clue kid," he pauses, chewing at his lip before he carefully continues, "I knew the last name was familiar, just chalked up to a coincidence. But your ma...you look just like her…"

"Why didn't you say something earlier?" 

"I didn't want to assume, I was gonna do some digging. You know? I didn't know Bria was pregnant when we broke things off. All she said was Neil was getting suspicious. She didn't tell me, if she had…" he trails off, pulling up to the entrance of the hospital. 

"I'm gonna make this right, Billy. I promise."

Billy wants to scoff, but one glance at Max's hopeful face in the mirror has Billy nodding instead. 

"Yeah, okay." His words are soft, lacking any bite. 

It turns out that the police chief busting down your front door to find your "father" beating you bloody, is more than enough evidence to send said man to prison. 

It also turns out that one nicely worded threat is enough to have Neil Hargrove give up parental rights that never rightly belonged to him.

A DNA test for confirmation later Billy was getting a new birth certificate in the mail with the name William Orchard Hopper.

Below it read Bria Hargrove and James Hopper.

Billy was in the middle of decorating his new room in Hopper's place when Max barged in, Steve trailing behind her with a sweet grin on his lips.

"Billy, can you take me and Jane to the arcade?" Jane, who Billy hadn't noticed initially just smiled up at him.

The boy shook his head, turning to Steve, "aren't these your charges? Why am I the chaperone?"

Max rolls his eyes, "you're our brother, so you have to! You love us!"

Jane quickly nods her head, a sparkle in her eyes, "Yeah! You love us."

Steve hums his agreement, which has Billy shaking his head again, "okay, whatever shitbirds. Let me change, at least."

They seem to accept that, and slip out the room, leaving Billy and Steve alone.

The latter smiles at him, before crossing the room to plant a light kiss to his lips.

"Alright, now hurry up, Blondie! We can't let the boys get too cocky, Jonathan dropped them off already and I just know Dustin is trying to beat Max's highscores already. They're gonna fight all day."

Once Billy is dressed, he drags Steve out his bedroom, only to run into Hopper. Literally. 

Billy's head bounces against his chest and everything.

The man just grunts and steadies the smaller boy, his lips parting to speak before Billy is wrapping his arms around his midsection, "see you for dinner, Pops!" before he's grabbing Steve's hand and ushering Max and Jane out the door.

Jim doesn't miss the smile that graces his son's lips before he calls out, "be safe!"

He can almost see the way Jane and Billy roll their eyes before responding without missing a beat, 

"Us? Always!" Jim doesn't mention the time he had to put out a small fire from when Billy tried to teach Jane tricks with his zippo.

Yeah, always my ass, he thinks.

#billy hargrove #billy antis dni #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #harringrove #steve harrington #hargrove mayfield siblings #billy is actually hoppers son #hopper is billys real dad #ive decided #harringrove modern!au #harringrove fic #hopper is billy's dad #max and billy have a good relationship #max loves her brother #jane does too #this is a mess #it started as a headcanon #tw: child abuse #tw: infidelity #i wrote this in like two hours #it just came out #its not good #unedited bc who do u think i am #billy hargrove deserved love #William Orchard Hopper

[silver-pieces]

always his

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x (afab) fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Synopsis: You never wanted to see his face again. Too bad you don’t always get what you want.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, smut (rough unprotected p in v sex, creampie), tw: noncon, tw: infidelity (reader is married to another man), tw: food, breeding kink, housewife kink

A/N: Written for Synth’s Writer’s Camp with the encouragement of the amazing @syntheticavenger​ - this was such a great idea & I’m so grateful to have been a part of it 🥰 This is a dark fic so please heed the warnings!!

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Bucky is here.

Bucky is here.

You stand in the kitchen with your hands braced on the countertop, taking deep breaths, trying to calm your frantic heart.

Your kitchen is your safe haven; the only place you can retreat to. But it’s temporary - they’ll expect you back soon. And it’s not enough time, not when you never wanted to see him again.

Tonight was supposed to be fun. You were going to meet your husband’s new work friend, serve dinner, then retire early while they watched the game.

And you had spent time on your appearance. It doesn’t matter that your husband never compliments you - you doubt he even notices. No, looking your best is something you take pride in - choosing a dress both modest and alluring, ensuring your heels, makeup, and jewellery, are all perfectly styled.

Of course, when the doorbell rang, you had to be the one to answer.

At first, you didn’t recognise the man standing before you, dressed in a pair of slacks and a henley stretched taut over broad shoulders. But it didn’t take long for you to recognise him.

Your ex-husband.

Bucky kept himself clean shaven when you were together, but now an attractive dark stubble covers his lower face, lining his cheeks and sharp jawline, looking almost unkempt. His hair is shorter, though a few strands still fall across his face.

But it was his eyes that caught you in that moment: a shade of blue you thought you had forgotten years ago, staring back at you in pure, utter shock.

Your polite smile had immediately frozen.

This has to be some kind of sick game he’s playing with you. You left him years ago… has he been stalking you? Grimly, you know from experience it’s something he’s capable of.

Bucky never saw straight when it came to you. That’s why you left.

The moment was interrupted when your husband arrived, placing his arm around your waist and inviting Bucky inside.

You didn’t miss the way Bucky’s gaze dropped to your husband’s grip… and darkened.

And now he’s inside, your ex sitting on the couch with your husband. Your heart clenches at the thought of them… talking.

You shouldn’t have left.

Wiping your palms on the skirts of your dress, you square your shoulders and busy yourself with the menial tasks you had excused yourself for.

It only takes you two minutes to return to them with two beers in hand. The TV is already on, your husband sprawled on one side of the couch while Bucky occupies the other corner, brooding.

“Here, baby,” you say, handing your husband the bottles.

He finally looks away from the TV and shoots you a half-grin. “Ahh, finally!” But he only takes one for himself.

Your heart sinks, hopes of your husband giving the other drink to Bucky instead of you dashed. At least, judging from his reaction, Bucky hasn’t said anything about you.

Hesitantly you make your way across the room, passing in front of the TV, feeling positively flushed with heat by the time you reach Bucky and offer him the second drink.

He reaches for it. “Thankyou.” And there’s a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes; one you’re familiar with. He drops his gaze down your body, slowly, very clearly appreciating you.

You stiffen.

No. This is exactly what you ran from - the way he got off on you being his perfect little housewife. It scared you, the way he consumed you, to the point where you didn’t know where you ended and he began.

You can’t fall back into that life - you can’t.

But damn, the way he’s looking at you makes you feel a way you haven’t felt in a long time. When was the last time your husband showed his appreciation?

Not like Bucky. Even now, when he has no right to, he’s checking you out so brazenly you’re surprised your husband hasn’t noticed.

Heavens, you need another breather. “Excuse me,” you murmur, and slip out of the room, heading to the bathroom, bracing yourself in front of the gilded mirror. You force yourself to think about your breakup, to remember the ugly parts - his jealousy, his possessiveness, his obsession.

The door creaks open behind you -

It’s him.

Your ex quietly shuts the door, his dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror and making your core flare with sudden unwanted desire.

You seem unable to say a single word as he comes up behind you, his gaze turning hungrier as he takes you in from behind, and takes you by the nape of your neck.

“What are you doing?” you hiss as he manhandles you down, over the sink.

He flips the skirt of your dress up, exposing your bare thighs and panties.

You whimper. “Please don’t. My husband - ”

“Be as loud as you want, doll,” he murmurs, and in the mirror you see him haphazardly undoing his pants, a strained bulge beneath the fabric, “Right now I don’t fucking care if he catches me balls-deep inside you.”

His hardness spills out, dominating your attention as he yanks your panties down your legs, evidence of your arousal surely staining the lace.

You swallow, bracing against the sink as his other hand closes around your waist. “I - I don’t - ”

But he’s taking his hardness into his fist, already guiding himself into your wetness. “Mine,” he growls.

You have only seconds to react before he enters you in a clean, brutal stroke. He’s bare and hot and deep, the feeling heightening as your channel clenches around him.

“Fuck!” he grits out.

You bite down, trying to stay quiet.

He palms the curves of your ass and pulls out, leaving you empty and wanting, before snapping his hips against you more, building rhythm, harder and harder each time.

You can see him in the mirror, a look of ecstasy across his face as he pounds you against the sink and manhandles you to his liking. His grip tightens on your neck. “Does he fuck you like this? Huh?”

“No!” you gasp before you can stop yourself. “God, Bucky, no.” You’re already his again - the past few years of your life erased with each thrust of his cock inside you.

This only incenses him further. He growls, shifting above you, lowering his body over yours. “Then why the fuck did you marry him?”

You whimper.

“Hm?” he shakes you by the neck. “Did I not fuck you enough? Did you forget who you belong to?”

“Bucky - ”

He holds your head up so you can see him, large and dominating, and you, bent over the sink. “Fucking look at yourself. Wet, bare, spread for me. What more proof do you need?”

You can’t think, not over the disorienting sensation of being fucked by him again.

He lets out a frustrated growl in your ear. “I waited for you to come crawling back. Waited so long.” Hitching your hips higher, tilting your lower body up to meet him. “Only to find you here with another man. Fuck!”

Wetness is running down your thighs now, your cunt wetter with each slam of his hips, each display of his dominance. There’s nothing but him, and you curse yourself for ever leaving him, for leaving this -

“Get you pregnant,” he pants, “make you mine again.”

Your legs give out and you don’t hold back, screaming his name as you climax. Some dim panicked thought registers in the back of your mind, but it’s gone moments later when Bucky’s grip tightens, and he goes still, his length fully inside you, and he starts to fill you with his seed.

Your husband had the game up loud.

You sit there beside him, eyes turned towards the screen, but unable to take anything in. The mess between your legs is impossible to ignore.

Especially with Bucky, swigging his beer out of the corner of your eye like nothing is wrong.

Because to him, everything is exactly as it should be.

And you prove him right, when, later that night, you show up on his doorstep, begging for him to take you back.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x you #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #tw: noncon #tw: food #tw: infidelity #dark fic #sil's writing

[promptful]

Hurt no comfort 👀??

Hurt No Comfort Dialogue

yikers there's a lot of warnings. heed them. do not add. you are responsible for the media you consume.

WARNINGS: Forced imprisonment. Cheating. Amnesia. Implied murder. Death. Possible implied toxic relationship. Injuries. Breaking up. Cigarettes. Self-destructive tendencies. Alcoholism. Wowie. 

1) “I trusted you.” 

2)“I’m sorry… who are you?” 

3) “Were we friends?” 

4)“Do you even love me?”

5) “What are we now?” 

6) “Damn you.” 

7) “No feelings involved.” 

8) “I never loved you, anyway.” 

9) “You’re nothing but a deceitful bastard!” 

10) “I don’t know you.” 

11) “Erase me from your memory.” 

12) “Understand that I don’t care to know you.” 

13) “Trust you? Hilarious. Tell another joke.” 

14) “Step away from them!” 

15) “I loved you.” 

16) “You broke my heart.” 

17) “Really? You’re cheating on me?” 

18) “You liar.” 

19) “Give one damn reason to not walk out that door!” 

20) “I’m broken. And I don’t intend on being fixed.” 

21) “Naïve little thing, aren’t you?” 

22) “I thought you loved me.” 

23) “If I have to pick me or you, I’m picking you.” 

24) “Take this and run.” 

25) “Forget about me. It’s for the best.” 

26) “They want us to separate. I’m sorry.” 

27) “We’re terrible together.” 

28) “I thought that I could learn to love you.” 

29) “Did our love mean anything?”

30) “I just want what’s best for you.” 

31) “Liar. Don’t even try.” 

32) “I know I won’t make it.” 

33) “Tonight is the last one.” 

34) “Pretend for one minute that we’re in love, and then kiss me. One last time.” 

35) “I’m keeping you safe.” 

36) “You’re hurting me.” 

37) “This is killing me.” 

38) “This is safe?” 

39) “Feelings make things complicated.” 

40) “They’re dead.” 

41) “I can’t find them.” 

42) “What did you do with them?” 

43) “You’re shaking.”

44) “I can’t breathe.” 

45) “This isn’t home anymore.” 

46) “I’m running away.” 

47) “I can’t take this.” 

48) “Don’t… don’t leave me.” 

49) “I can’t lose you too.” 

50) “Everyone is hurting me. Can’t you see?” 

51) “I’d burn the world for you.” 

52) “You never cared about me.” 

53) “Promise me this.” 

54) “I can’t stand how you’re fighting this alone.” 

55) “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

56) “Were you going to keep this a secret the whole time?” 

57) “I thought we didn’t keep secrets.” 

58) “I’m feeling a lot less like your spouse, and more of a convenient thing.” 

59) “Look at me, tell me that you love me.” 

60) “There’s only so much I can take.” 

61) “You’re leaving, again.” 

62) “I’m not who you think I am.” 

63) “You can’t fix me.” 

64) “I can’t pretend that things are okay anymore.” 

65)“Leave.”

66) “Don’t come back here again.” 

67) “I’m changing my locks.” 

68) “Give me my things, and then I’m gone.” 

69) “You’ve changed.” 

70) “I don’t like who you’ve become.” 

71) “Stop believing in them.” 

72) “Do you really think that I don’t know?” 

73) “This marriage is pointless.” 

74) “I want a divorce.” 

75) “I hate you.” 

76) “You’re nothing to me.” 

77) “I’m going to sleep on the couch.” 

78) “We need a break.” 

79) “Don’t come looking for me.” 

80) “You need to get yourself together, or there’s no more us.” 

81) “It takes two to make a marriage work, you know.” 

82) “I don’t want to talk to you.” 

83) “Leave me alone.” 

84) “Papers are on the table.” 

85) “Give me your ring.” 

86) “I just want to go home.” 

87) “You’re scaring me.” 

88) “Don’t go to bed angry.” 

89) “Are you hurt?” 

90) “Is that blood?” 

91) “What happened to you?” 

92) “Who hurt you?” 

93) “You’re limping.” 

94) “Sit down. Now.” 

95) “Why aren’t you sleeping anymore?” 

96) “Where do you go during the night?” 

97) “Do you think I don’t feel you slipping out of bed?” 

98) “Show me.” 

99) “I refuse to just sit back and watch you be hurt!” 

100) “You’re killing yourself little by little.” 

101) “Put down the bottle.” 

102) “Don’t light that cigarette.” 

103) “We’re breaking up.” 

104) “You hurt them. Why?” 

105) “They did nothing to you!” 

#prompt list #angst #hurt no comfort #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #dialogue inspo #creative wriitng #writblr #tw: amnesia #tw: alcoholism #tw: cigarettes #tw: death #tw: abusive relationships #tw: abuse #tw: imprisonment #tw: cheating #tw: injuries #tw: infidelity #p.

[bucciarati-babe]

thonkin thonkin about being Mista's girlfriend but getting absolutely lovestruck by Bruno upon meeting him and his other friends......... secret encounters..... forbidden love...... makes me horknee

#mista x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #tw: infidelity #i love it #maybe ill write it #someday #just anshu stuff #♡buccibabe

[moral-terpitude]

Misadventures - Part 5

Open the door you'll see me digging out my getaway · hang the stars who pulled the pin out of my heart · and just because you're screaming for my attention · does not mean I will waste my time · so hold your breath and swim under the ice

I told myself originally that something was going to be added to the header every time, but I only just added to it today! The Gustave Dore engravings are just for reference because they’re all Photoshopped together and its just easier for it to be seen than make y’all picture what they’re like mashed together.

Taglist in comments cause I’m on mobile and lazy

[Series Masterlist] [Previous Part]

Word Count: 4,328

Warnings: mention of infidelity/ adultery/ cheating/ whatever word you want to use.

They had fallen into a routine, unintentionally, over the following weeks. The more Quinn was there, usually three or so nights a week, the more comfortable she found herself around Tommy, in the little bubble of his world that she got to interact with.

His brothers were supposed to be visiting, something to do with business, and she could only guess, in the politest way it was a forewarning that she wouldn’t see much of him until they left.

“How have you never seen the Godfather? Everyone has seen the godfather.”

Quinn looked up from her iPad, across the dining room table where Tommy was perched behind the computer, still in work clothes, sans vest and suit jacket.

They had agreed on Indian food at some point in the day. The containers now discarded in the trash, they had been working mostly in silence, as Tommy fielded a few phone calls and Quinn answered emails.

She shrugged, setting the pencil down and stretching, feet hovering off the floor as she did, stifling a yawn. “I’ve just never watched it.”

“I’ll queue it,” he released the hold he had on the bridge of his nose as he stood, stubbing out the almost gone cigarette in the ashtray on the table, “I need a shower, but there’s popcorn in the cupboard, if you want to make some.”

Quinn had been appalled the first time she had seen him light a cigarette inside, (she noted that his determination that he was quitting had been tossed to the side), It had been a little over a decade since she had seen anyone smoke indoors, but somewhere in the conversation Tommy had informed her, albeit reluctantly, that he owned the building, and would suffer the consequences whenever he was done living there.

She still went out on the balcony to smoke, if she did while she was there, regardless of what he told her was allowed.

“Why are you so insistent that I watch it?”

Ice clanked from the fridge door into the empty glass as Quinn waited for his answer, hand lingering on the door handle.

“It’s a classic at this point.” His tone was final as he retreated to the bedroom, leaving her to rummage through the fridge for the, now last, of the flavored water she had left there.

Quinn found herself staring off into space, the music not really touching her brain even though she could feel herself moving around to the rhythm coming through her headphones, as the residual heat from the dryer hit her legs every time she pulled out another bundle of clothes.

“This article,” he came back not even 10 minutes later, still with wet hair, pushed back off his face and struggling to pull the shirt over his head, “says it’s objectively the best movie ever.”

Quinn almost choked as she rounded the corner, basket propped on her hip. Other than the day at the studio, she had only ever seen him in jeans and tee shirts or dress clothes. Well, except for when he was fully naked that she couldn’t even remember.

She shook away the thought.

She had been doing so good at being, well, normal. Sometimes there would be a joke here or there that would make her blush, but nothing had happened.

She decided that men’s basketball shorts that didn’t come past the knee should be illegal.

So should being a messy pretty boy who looked good in just a white T shirt, clinging to the parts of him that weren’t completely dry yet.

“Love?” And that. Just the way he said it, blue eyes searching her face, “You in there, Quinn?”

She took a deep breath, blinking a few times and feeling the flush that threatened to color her ears and neck, “Sorry, rebooting.”

She dropped her headphones back into the case, putting the dryer sheets in the kitchen trash, “You had to find an article about a movie you already like to convince me to watch it?”

Tommy stood on the other side of the leather sectional, trying to get whatever he was looking for to work.

“Fucking thing.”

“What?”

“It never recognizes the WiFi but the regular cable works just fine.”

“Let me look.” She took the remote, clicking through the menus, tongue peeking out the front of her mouth and brows drawn together the same way they did while she would draw.

“It says it’s connected.”

“It always does.”

“I have no fucking idea then. Bedroom one work?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well, turn it on in there then I suppose. Since you’re so insistent I watch it.”

“What are you doing?” Tommy questioned, placing the remote back on the table, adjusting the photo of Charlie and Ruby back where it belonged.

Quinn blinked rapidly, staring back at him as she broke open the clear cellophane, “My job was to make the popcorn. Go make the TV do movie things.”

Leaned against the headboard it was like he wasn’t even trying to rile her up. The shorts had no structure to them whatsoever, so while his left leg was still upright and bent at the knee, his right leg was the same, however resting against the mattress, the fabric pooling—

“What the fuck. That’s a fucking Gustave Dore engraving.”

“No, it’s three fucking Gustave Dore engravings,” he seemed rather unfazed as her nimble fingers pushed the hem of the shorts up to his hip, sitting between his spread legs as she did so, “you’re the one who has the degree, Quinn. You should know.”

“Shut up.”

Whoever had done the work was brilliant. It was seamless, as if all the pieces were meant to be together.

The focal point of the three, was The Pale Horse of Death, but the surrounding spiral of angels was composed of an Illustration for Dante’s Paradosio from the Divine Comedy, and beneath it all was The Mouth of Hell.

He was trying to focus on the movie, truly, but the way she looked, so intent while gentle fingers traced line work and her unforgiving shirt letting him see the black lace bra she wore, he found he was becoming rather distracted.

He tried as discreetly as possible to clench the muscles in his right leg, to send the blood flow anywhere else.

“Well, fuck,” she chuckled, “A man after my own heart,” Quinn settled herself back against the pillows once again.”

“When I was younger,” he began, shifting down in the bed some, as if trying to find comfort, trying to find somewhere to hide, “me mom went off, disappeared. When she came back, she had gotten me a white horse as a present for me birthday. Not long after, she drowned herself in the river near where we were living at the time. I was twelve. It was all just a blur. She hated the city.”

“Why move there then?”

He smiled, a sad smile, as she situated herself on her side to listen to him. “My father was an Irish Traveller and my mother was truly a Roma woman. They were never destined for any life with an amount of regularity, it was just in their personalities, always moving, always headed somewhere new.”

“Our aunt raised us, pretty much from the time she was eighteen. My mother was just as wild as the horses were. My father, for the first time in our lives, had finally found consistent work, in Birmingham, where my aunt was living. Before that, we were always on the move, caravans and all, and we traveled the countryside. We weren’t born in hospitals, we didn’t go to school but we learned, our illnesses were cured with tinctures and oils, herbs and fresh air. It was actually fairly common, there was a resurgence in it in the 90s after the Eastern Bloc fell.”

“You weren’t born in a hospital?”

He noted, her tone wasn’t incredulous like most people were, just one of true curiosity. Her eyes were wide, purple strands of hair failing in her face.

“No. My youngest brother only ended up in the hospital as a baby when his color wasn’t right, his eyes were yellow, he had colic, and they worried he wasn’t going to make it.” He remember the urgency after their parents realized what was going on. Jaundice. There was chaos as Ada cried and one of the Lee women watched over them until his father returned.

Not that he had been much help.

“I guess I didn’t realize people still lived that way. It always just seemed like stories.”

“Most stories usually have some stake in reality.”

She hummed, turning her attention to the movie.

“People do it now too, I guess. Buy vans and renovate them and live in them.” Quinn pondered.

Tommy hummed in agreement.

There was silence for a while as Quinn watched the events of the movie unfold.

“I only like the movie because I liked the book.” Tommy admitted, a quiet whisper she would have missed if they hadn’t ended up so close together once she had gotten comfortable.

“He reads.” Quinn joked, bumping him with her shoulder as she tossed another piece of popcorn in her mouth.

“You have my joggers in there?” He questioned, as he stood to look through the clothes that were accumulating at the end of the bed.

“Hey! Get out of there!” Quinn jumped to shield her clothes from him, prying, trying to remove him as he looked for through the pile of darks, “Tommy, you do not need to see my underwear!”

“I’ve seen you without them.”

Quinn huffed, ears going red, pelting him with a rolled up pair of socks before digging in the clothes basket of dried but unfolded clothes.

“You didn’t miss them this long,” came her grumble as she tossed him the pants and the dryer buzzed, signaling her queue to haul herself from the comfort of the bed and out to change over clothes once again.

She had passed out on the other side of the bed, clothes half folded, long before the movie was over, waiting on the last load of laundry to dry.

Tommy had taken a call from John, and hadn’t thought he’d been gone that long, but when he returned, he was surprised that she was curled up on her side on the far side of the bed, glasses askew, wriggled down in the comforter enough that her shirt was bunched around her torso and he could see the floral adornments covering her back.

He stood in the doorway, trying to decide what the plan was now.

She was light enough he could carry, he knew that for a fact from before, but the couch was far from comfortable. He’d discovered that last time Charlie and Ruby had been there and stolen the bed before they had their own room.

Which meant he wasn’t subjecting himself to the likes of the couch either.

She wouldn’t be hurting anything sleeping there for the night and since Finn and Arthur both couldn’t manage to answer him, he assumed their flight wasn’t coming in until morning.

Carefully, Tommy placed the clear plastic frames and her phone on the bedside table before turning off the tv and retreating to the closet for an extra blanket.

“What…the fuck.”

Tommy barely heard her whisper as he muted the alarm. Fumbling for her phone, Quinn blinked through watery eyes to try and focus on the time.

4:45.

4:45?

No, it couldn’t be 4:45. They already had that that day.

It must be 9:45.

She tried to take in her surroundings. She was very clearly still in Tommy’s bed, on top of the blanket but covered with a patchwork quilt she had never seen before.

Gross, she felt overencumbered, realizing she had slept in her clothes from the day before.

With a small groan she felt for her glasses, slipping them on before confirming it was indeed 4:45.

“Your alarm goes off at 4:45 in the morning?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh,” she sighed, rolling to where the freshly vacated, and warm, spot in the bed was, “I only see 4:45 once a day. You’re a monster.”

Her eyes were shut already as Tommy exited and closed the door to the walk in closet, “You don’t even know the half of it.”

She snorted, and he was thankful that she thought it was a joke.

“You probably listen to the news in the morning, too? Don’t you?” She called through the door, stretching back out in the mess of the blankets as the water hissed to life on the other side of the door.

“Yeah. Turn it on the cable, it should be on the news.”

“Ugh, no.” She tossed the glasses on the other table, burrowing further into the pillow, trying to ignore the way her stomach flipped at the smell of his cologne tainting the sheets, “Wake me up when there’s coffee involved though.”

Tommy wasn’t at all surprised to see her fast asleep on his pillow when exited the bathroom at 5:15.

On the other hand, he was very surpsied when he turned the light on in the kitchen to hear a groan that belonged to no other than Arthur.

Tommy looked over the back of the couch to see Finn curled on the shortest part and Arthur stretched out on the longest part of the sectional.

“Arthur,” Tommy whispered, shaking him by the shoulder, hoping to rouse him quickly and quietly, but when one hand wrapped around Tommy’s wrist and the other went for his throat, he determined that wouldn’t be the case.

“Oi!” Tommy pulled, yanking his arm away to stand back up straight and out of arms reach, “Hey, it’s me. It’s fucking me.”

Tommy could see when Arthur’s eyes began to focus, to actually see who he was looking at, and not someone who had snuck up on him through the smell of burning oil and sand to attack him.

“Sorry, brother.” Arthur whispered, pulling himself upright and putting his head in his hands before pushing his hair back out of his face.

Tommy shook his head, disregarding the apology, “When did you get here?”

“Late. Early.” Arthur grumbled, “Finn wanted to wake you, but, I told him let ya be.”

“Well,” Tommy clapped him on the shoulder, “might as well rest. Sleep it off.”

“C‘Mon, Tommy!” Finn stared at her across the kitchen island, trying to think just what Polly would say when she saw this girl. Purple hair and facial piercings are not at all what he would expect of a woman his brother would end up with. Tattoos on her throat and every surface of her skin that he’s seen so far.

Finn was used to women like Grace and Lizzie who were pretty enough that they could be in paintings.

Not women that wore paintings.

Quinn grabbed with the chopsticks, desperately, although Tommy was taller, trying to reclaim the last piece of her sushi roll.

Not the most ideal breakfast, but she had forgotten about the appointment she had scheduled before work, and it was better eaten than left to go to waste.

“You said you were stuffed, eh? Couldn’t eat another bite, and now you want it?”

Finn sniggered as he slid off the stool and he decided that maybe he can see part of the reason why his brother likes her. She moves nimbly as she jumps, the right parts of her body catching his attention.

“Oi!” Quinn misses the in between, but Tommy can tell what his brother is thinking, and Quinn realized as she hoped to catch what Tommy said, that it wasn’t English, and whatever language it was, it wasn’t anything she could take a guess at.

“That’s not fair,” her eyes narrow as she looks between the two of them, taking the opportunity to pull Tommy’s arm closer to her, guiding the final bite of sushi to her mouth, not swallowing the bite fully before speaking, but using her hand to shield her mouth, “cause I don’t know what the fuck you just said.”

Finn rolled his eyes with a shake of his head, before departing the kitchen and a door slamming off in the distance.

“So I might, perhaps, need a favor,” Quinn began, testing the waters with her words as she stared at the black coffee swirling in the mug as she tried to keep herself from being nervous.

Her phone had been going off nonstop the last few days, her family group chat, which between her parents, sisters, and their spouses had 13 people messaging all day every day.

“Okay,” Tommy quirked an eyebrow, already smartly dressed in a suit and tie for a day full of meetings. She has on a mauve rubbed crop top and high waisted leggings, but not high enough that the fabric meets in the middle, and instead it leaves enough of her skin on display for his thoughts to wander before she spoke again.

“My sister is getting married,” she takes a sip of coffee before continuing the thought, “and I need someone to go with me.”

“Say all of the words.” He prodded, not looking up, because he knew as soon as he did he would give up and agree.

Instead, Tommy continued skimming emails on the laptop, trying to find the ones with the spreadsheets that he needed to print.

“What do you mean?” She had to resist rolling her eyes.

“I need to have you say the whole thought out loud.”

“Tommy,” she leaned against the kitchen island as he closed the lid of the computer, giving her his now undivided attention, “will you go to my sisters wedding with me and pretend that we’re dating so I can make them jealous?”

“Well, I have to admit, I’ve never been spitefully invited to a wedding before.”

“First time for everything.” She quipped, drumming her fingers against the countertop.

“Lucky for you, there’s a car in Detroit I want to look at, so yes, I’ll go.”

“A car?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“A 1967 GT500.”

Quinn rolled her eyes, a huff of air coming out her nose as she resisted laughing. “Because it’s a Shelby?”

His smile let her know the answer.

“Well,” she righted herself, stretching before pulling her bag on her shoulder, “we’ll be about 3 hours from Detroit, but that’s probably the closest you’ll get any time soon, so you might as well get a hold of them.”

“Okay. When?”

“Two weeks,” she checked the time, “shit. I’ve got to get going, I have an appointment this morning. I’ll message you more of the details.”

“Do you want me to drop you off?”

“No, that’s okay, it’s not that far of a walk.”

The door clicked closed and Tommy was thankful for the silence before Arthur and Finn returned to the kitchen.

“When are you goin’ to tell her you’re still married, Tommy?” Finn inquired from the doorway, Arthur trailing not far behind him.

He rubbed his temple, “It’s not that simple, eh? It’s nothing like that. If I bring it up, then this,” he gestured to the two coffee cups still on the counter, “all becomes something.”

“Pol would have you by the balls for leading her on like that.” Arthur countered.

“Men and women can be friends, brother. It’s not—“

“Yeah, well, we’re not blind, Tom, she’s sleepin’ in your bed, you was just acting like everything’s normal while—“

“While what, Arthur? Please, enlighten me.” Tommy offered the floor to his brother, leading with the hand holding the now lit cigarette as Finn, wide eyed and unmoving, watched the tension grow between the two of them.

“While I have to wonder if my daughter is mine?” Tommy wouldn’t lie, he could feel himself getting more and more pissed off the longer he kept talking, “While I have to wait for paperwork to go through, because 8 years ago Lizzie started fucking Angel Changretta and apparently never stopped!”

He was yelling, he could feel all of it, the resentment and anger, shame, and every other emotion that he tried desperately to press down bubbling to the surface. Rightfully so, as Arthur just couldn’t resist trying to prove a point.

Arthur hung his head, giving a nod as Finn shifted uncomfortably on the stool, the only noise being the wood groaning and mimicking his discomfort.

“You two, should go find something to do at the office today, eh? Change some fucking lightbulbs. File some fucking papers. Good spot for you.”

He slammed the door to the balcony behind him, blood boiling as he replaced the cigarette and pulled the smoke between his lips.

“Fuck,” Quinn rubbed her eyes as her phone vibrated across the desk, the word Mom staring at her dauntingly, “I don’t have time for this shit today.”

Hannah chuckled, printing off the emails and reference photos that Quinn needed for the new appointments as she answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetie, how are you?”

“I’m good, mom. Listen,” she rested the phone between her shoulder and ear, before taking the papers and heading into her portion of the studio and closing the door, “I’m in the middle of the day right now,” her phone vibrated and pinged a text message as she continued talking, “and I’m in between appointments that I’m trying to setup for, so, what’s up?”

“Well, Emily has been busy with the wedding planning, with it getting so close, she hasn’t had much time to call, but she said you never sent her an RSVP. Are you not coming home?”

Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose, sinking down on the uncovered massage table, the envelope clear as day in her minds eye still hanging on the fridge, “Yeah, mom I’m still coming. I put it in the mail a week or two ago, but the mail around here sucks. We usually get the neighbors stuff and, who knows what happened to it. I put down two.”

“Oh, good! Well I’m going over there later, I’ll let her know you’re coming. Can you just give us some warning if Hannah is coming with you, after last time.”

“Opa getting a little testy because I brought a girl with me, who I am not dating, is not my problem. He read between lines that weren’t even there. Besides, she won’t be able to come this time, Dante’s wife just had that baby and I can’t quite ask her to come in and cover for her.”

“Well who’s coming with you then, Quinn?”

Shit. She swallowed thickly, thankful that her mom hadn’t decided to FaceTime her, because as much as she didn’t mind lying, her mom could usually tell when she was, “I’ve been seeing someone. For a few weeks. I just haven’t talked to y’all in a bit and it didn’t seem like something to bring up just yet. You know, the luck I have, I didn’t want to jinx anything.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll looking forward to meeting them then.”

“Him.” Quinn corrected, jaw set as she tried to think of some way to get the conversation over quick. She could feel the anxiety and sweat prickling at the back of her neck.

“What?”

“I’m bringing a guy, shouldn’t be that hard to fathom.”

“Well, sweetie, after Gerard, you always said—“

Quinn could feel her heart pounding in her chest, stomach turning, at even the mention of his name, “After Gerard I said a lot of things, mom. Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

“Okay, I love you, Quinn.”

“I love you, mom. Bye.”

“Holy fuck,” Hannah chirped as she closed the door to the apartment behind her, leaving her purse and shoes at the door, “you’re actually home? In waking hours of the night?”

Quinn rolled her eyes, looking up from the iPad and setting the pencil down as a repeat television show played in the background.

“Yeah,” she rubbed her eyes, stretching as she migrated her belongings to the coffee table.

“Oh, and she sounds dejected.” Hannah narrated as she crossed out of Quinn’s line of vision, to the kitchen, retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge and tucking a chunk of of black hair behind her ear, before flouncing down on the steps, “Listen, I don’t want to take it there, but what’s going on? You fucking slept there last night.”

“Not dejected, just,” she sighed as Hannah sat down opposite her at the other end of the couch, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just being fucking dense.”

“Y’all fuckin’?”

“No! That’s, no, it’s not even like that. It’s so strange. I literally think we’re just friends. Which is just throwing me for a loop.”

“So why aren’t you over there trying to get laid then?”

“His brothers are visiting.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, so, I didn’t feel like I needed to get it the way. It’s probably good. I need to actually take some time and be at home and figure out,” she shook her head, “what the fuck my brain is doing, I guess.”

Hannah sat silently for a moment, Quinn waiting for some kind of wisdom from her friend.

“You like him though, don’t you?”

Quinn felt Hannah’s eyes boring into her as she thought.

“I…” she sighed, flinging her head back against the couch cushion, “it would be stupid to say I don’t right, like, I definitely have a type, but,” she shook her head, “I don’t know. I feel like I’m just missing something. Plus he has kids, and, I dunno. I literally just need,” she shrugged, “time to think. I think.”

“Well,” Hannah laughed, “good luck with that.”

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