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SUGAR: OUTBREAK DAY

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Warnings: blood, violence, guns, attempted sexual assault, mentions of sex, swearing, main character death

Summary: you had never expected the day to go lik it did, you were expecting a normal day but when the world broke out in infection, you had to figure out what to do

Wordcount: 9.2k

— and as the long long nights begin, I think of all that might have been, waiting here for evermore

September 26th 2003, the day that would one day become infamous. But when you woke up on that hot Texas apartment in your apartment, your best friend sleeping on the couch in the other room after a long day of work, you werent expecting anything bad to happen. In fact, this could have been one of the best days of your life if it had gone well.

You had woken Tommy up after you’d gotten dressed. He was still in his clothes from yesterday par the grey shirt he had been wearing which had been stained with grease from his job and you had subsequently thrown it into your washing basket.

Tommy Miller was your best friend and that was it. He was the light to your darkness, the yin to your yang but he was just your best friend despite your fleeting obsession with him. If you could tell Tommy how you felt for him, a weight would be lifted off your shoulders but instead you sit in the living room area of your loft, carrying the weight of your love like Atlas.

But you wouldnt have it any other way. As long as you had Tommy in your life, as long as you could see the smile on his face or hear his laugh over the telephone, you didnt care. Right now you were content with your unrequited love for the slightly older man, knowing hed never feel the same way.

He came out of your bathroom in a fresh pair of clothes - he always left a spare pair of clothes or two in your small loft, knowing that he was probably going to spend the night.

Tommy looked at you, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched you brush your hair in the mirror, a bobby pin stuck between your teeth as you tried to fashion your hair into something you’d seen in one of the magazines sprawled across your coffee table.

He didnt understand why he felt this way, why he looked at you and yearned to reach forward and kiss the delicate skin at the back of your neck, why he wanted to reach behind you, winding his arms around you, hands on your stomach which was exposed from your shirt riding up.

You were four years his junior but his best friend through thick and thin for the last 6 years and he wouldnt change you for anyone. Maybe that was the problem, maybe he loved you too much deep down, maybe there was too much love in his heart and without you hed explode.

Before he could think too much and worry himself like he always did, you turned around, that smile on your face forcing him to light up as well, “You ready to go?” He asked and you nodded, skipping over to where he stood. You threw him the keys, watching as he caught them with ease before opening the door, gesturing for you to go first.

You two drove to Joels house, laughing like normal as you carpooled. The sound of your No Doubt echoing through the car as you tried to convince him to sing along, watching a smile pull at his lips even when he sai that he didnt want to sing along.

In the next few months, Tommy would think about this day every single waking moment and wish he had done something else. He would wish that he had sung along with you one last time as the cassette played, wish that he had hugged Sarah one last time when he got through the door, wish he had actually bought his brother something to show how much he cared, wish he would’ve told you everything.

But as he parked up on Joels driveway, he didnt know what the future would hold and didnt know that he would wish hed done more on the last day of the world.

Tommy fumbled around in his pockets for the keys, finally pulling them out and unlocking the door and walking into tthe house.

You loved the Millers house, there was something about the warmth of it that you wished you’d have had as a child. You wished that you had thier life and maybe that’s why you always enjoyed it when they let you in, welcoming you as a family member.

Tommy walked through the kitchen, smacking his brother on his shoulder, “Hey, you still alive you old fucker,” he said, walking round the corner and opening the fridge.

Sarah chuckled, looking over at Joel, “Ah, he loves you,” she said sarcastically, a smile on her face.

Joel rolled his eyes, watching as his brother pulled a carton of orange juice out of the fridge, “He’s dependant on me, it’s not the same,” he said, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

Joel would never admit it but he still cared about his brother even if he was too dependent on him. He’d noticed that since you had come along, Tommy had been a better person, more involved in Sarahs life and he was grateful for that every day. He was grateful to have the brother back that he had before he went to war.

Tommy scoffed from where he was leaning against the counter, removing th carton of juice from his lips, “I’m not dependant, you asshole,” he said.

You shook your head as you listened to his bickering, “Be nice Tommy,” you reprimanded, looking over at him before pulling the small box from behind your back and placing it on the table, “happy birthday Joel,”

“Nice to see you kiddo,” he said before looking down at the little box, “You didnt have to get me anything,”

You shook your head, “Its just a little something, you’ve done so much for me, i thought you deserved something,” you explained. Joel had helped you through your tough times at college, giving you a job as a receptionist when he didnt have to, letting you crash at his and Tommys house when you left your boyfriend. He gave you so much and never asked for anything in return.

He looked at the box and you nodded, watching as he pulled the packaging open. He looked at it, a picture frame with a picture from Joels last birthday, his and Tommys arms wrapped around a laughing Sarah. He looked up at you, eyes wide, “This is lovely sugar,”

“This is how you treat someone on their birthday Tommy,” You said with a smile, jokingly.

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, you want some orange juice sugar?” He asked, holding the carton out to you from where you stood.

Your face scrunched up in disgust and a part of him wanted to smile at how adorable the little scrunch in your nose looked, “After you drank it straight from the carton? I'll have to pass,” you stated.

Tommy chuckled, putting the carton back in the fridge before looking around the room, “I thought we were having pancakes?” He questioned.

Joel shook his head, watching as you walked over to the other side of the kitchen counter, “We’ll pick you up something,”

He watched as you stood next to him, also leaning against the kitchen counter as Tommy wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He had never seen his brother this happy, this comfortable around someone and he knew you were it for him.

“The framing men aren’t here yet,” Tommy stated and you recalled the call that he had received on the way to Joels house.

Joel rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh as he placed his knife and fork down, “But we cant start pouring until we have the framework,” he stated, annoyed.

“I know, that’s what I told them,” Tommy said, now sounding just as exasperated as his brother did, “We could bring another guy on maybe,”

“I barely want to share this job with you,” he said, shaking his head before looking down at his food and then back at Tommy, “You can work a double,”

Sarah rolled her eyes. This was her fathers birthday and she wanted to spend time with him, “Today? Dad,” she complained.

Whilst the two of them were planning a movie date, you and Tommy had decided to go out to some bar to celebrate the end of the summer before you were going to start your first teaching job.

Joel looked at his daughters annoyed face and he could feel the guilt catching up to him, “Ill pick you up a cake,” he promised.

Joel jumped up, looking at his wrist before he realised he didnt have a watch on and looked around to find a clock, deciding what time he was going to leave the house, especially now that they needed extra time to work on the build. Little did they know it was never going to finish.

“Finish up quick, we’ll drop you two ladies off,” he said, finishing his cup of coffee before placing it next to the sink.

Sarah groaned, looking up at him, “But I’m still eating my eggshells!” She exclaimed, acting annoyed even as she picked a piece of shell out from betwee her front teeth

“And i haven't even had any food,” you said, looking around the kitchen, arms folded across your chest.

“Whatever!” Joel yelled out as he started to walk through the door to go and get changed.

“Your shirts inside out dickhead,” you called out from where you stood, annoyed that he wasnt feeding you when you came over for breakfast.

Tommy laughed at your issue with Joel, “He’s losing it isn’t he,” he joked.

He smiled to himself as he saw your face turned down in a pout, frustrated about not having any breakfast. For a split second, he wanted to lean down and kiss that sad look on your face away but he ignored that urge, fighting the blush that rose to his cheeks.

“Yeah, and if you don’t get me food on the way to training today Mr Miller, I swear to God,” you said, stepping away from him and poking him in the chest.

He held his hands up in surrender, a mock look of fear on his face as he looked down at you, “Okay little lady, Jesus, you’re feisty for such a tiny girl,” he stated, managing to manoeuvre his way around you.

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up Tommy,”

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a smirk, watching you as you walked out of the door.

He fel his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at you and for the first time ever, he had the intense urge to let you know how he felt, how he wanted you to feel the same way.

He didnt even reason he had frozen there, watching you as you walked away until Sarah came by, laughing at him as she teased him about his obvious feelings for you.

The sound of your voice teasing him from outside brought him back to reality as he turned and sneered at Sarahs comment before rushing after you, a smile on his face as he playfully teased you.

You looked back at him, a wide smile on your face and he felt his heart stop in his chest at the sight. You were about to get into the car when you heard someone call out your name and turned to see Mr Adler and Nana sitting in their front garden.

"Morning Mr Adler," You said, Tommy following your sentiment.

He smiled, watching you two joke around, "Hey kid, you two up to your usual hijinks?" He questioned, a smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, we managed to bury a body and rob a bank before breakfast," Tommy teased, leaning up against the car door as he looked at him.

You shook off his comment, a smile on your face, "He's joking Mr Adler, I promise,"

"Either of you want a biscuit?" The man offered.

"Ooh, yes please," you said before watching him feed one to Nana Adler, spit dripping from her lips as she ate it and he watched your nose do that title scrunch before turning to Tommy, "on second thought, Tommys buying me breakfast so I shouldn't,"

"I am?" He questioned, looking down at you

"Yeah, you are, we should get in the car,"

You walked over, calling shotgun as you rushed around the front of the car, sitting in the passenger seat as you listened to Mr Adler greeting the two, offering Joel a biscuit too.

You assumed he had seen the same disgusting sight that you had because he made a funny noise before shaking his head, "I would, but sugar here has got me on a new diet so," you had not.

"That's a shame," he said, looking over at the girl, "Would you be able to come round tonight Sarah, I'm sure Mrs Adler would love it,"

"I really can-" she started to say but her father cut her off, nodding his head as he agreed for her, "Yeah, she'll be free right after school,"

Joel walked over to the front seat before reasoning you were in it, moving to sit in the back seat alongside Sarah.

"I’ll tell you how exciting it was to listen to that fucking conversation," Tommy said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and putting it in his mouth.

You looked over at him, trying not to find the look of him siting here, hair slicked back, a cigarette dangling from his lips too attractive but you did, hoping that he couldn’t see the blush rising on your cheeks.

"Sugar, pass the light,” he asked and you nodded, pulling a lighter out of your pocket and clicking it, watching as he leant forward , face close to yours as he lit it, the cigarette still between his lips.

Joel rolled his eyes, watching the conversation and seeing all the sexual tension between the two of you that he clearly didnt see, “What did I say? No smoking in the car,” he reprimanded.

“The windows are down though,” He said, looking at him before starting to drive off, his arm on the back of the chair as he stared to reverse and you shook your head, hoping he didnt see how attractive you thought it was.

You sat in the bar, turning your head as you heard the sound of police sirens, watching the lights flash by. You watched Tommy walk into the bathroom, watching him turn around and wave at you before he walked in.

It was just past midnight on Saturday and you had just ordered another drink, looking down at the bar as you waited for the drink to arrive and for Tommy to get back.

"You drink whiskey?" A slightly slurred voice asked and you turned your head to see a man pull up aa stool and sit next to you, a cocky smirk on his face.

There was something off about this man but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it so just assumed his strange demeanour was drunkness. He had this strange redness on his neck, almost like his veins were trying to break through the skin but you ignored it.

You turned to him, eyes narrowed, "How's that your business?" You questioned, trying not to cause an issue.

You just wanted one night where you didn't have to worry about all the things going on, about your job and your life and your unrequited love for your best friend.

He chuckled to himself, hand twitching slightly as he placed it on the bar, "It's not, I just admire a woman who can handle whiskey," he teased.

You turned away from him, taking a sip from the drink to try and ignore the man - technically it was Tommys drink but you’d face his wrath when he got back. There was something wrong but you couldn’t figure it out, instead opting to ignore your gut instinct.

The man was relentless, asking another question, "You come here often?" He asked, hand creeping up to rest on your shoulder.

"Occasionally," you stated, jolting your shoulder so that his hand fell off. There was a flash of anger that passed through his eyes and you shrunk back slightly, unsure what the hell was wrong with this guy.

"You alone? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be drinking alone," he asked, his tone turning from flirty to aggressive and you quickly looked around but Tommy was nowhere to be seen.

You placed the glass back down on the bar, thumb brushing the lipstick mark away almost subconsciously as you tried to figure out a way out of this situation. Before you even had a chance to answer, you felt a large hand wrap around your waist and you didnt even need to look back to know who’s it was, the warmth spreading and safety filling your body.

"She's not," the voice said and you looked up, eyes meeting Tommy and the second he saw the fear swimming in your eyes, he tensed up, eyes falling back on the man who was trying to hit on you.

The man scoffed as he eyes Tommy, eyes trailing from his pink shirt down to his dark blue jeans, “This your boyfriend?" He questioned, smirking as he stood up, looking Tommy in the eyes, "He's nothing special doll,”

"Why don't you shut up," he said, trying to calm the situation down as he ushered you up from the seat, arm still wrapped around your waist.

All you could do was watch, body frozen up in fear as you watched him argue with the man. You wanted to warn him and tell him there was something not quite right about this man but no words fell from your mouth.

"Why don't you back off?" The man said, squaring up to Tommy, head twitching slightly as he looked at him, brows furrowed, "She's not your girl,"

His hand reached out, grabbing onto your arm in a tight grip and you tried to squirm out of his grip, panic running through your veins.

"Let go of me," you exclaimed, trying to twist away from him but it was no use, his grip too strong. That was the thing that sent Tommy off, nobody was allowed to touch you like that. He gently let go of your waist, ready to do whatever he had to do to get the two of you out of the situation.

"Come on sugar, calm down," he said and the second that the nickname fell from his lips, he pushed the man. That was his thing, only he got to call her that and occasionally Joel. This disgusting, poor excuse of a man had no right and hat made the blood boil up in his veins.

The man scoffed as he was pushed back by Tommy, losing his grip on her and that’s the moment that Tommy gently pushed you behind him, not wanting you to get involved in the fight.

"She said let go douchebag," He said and you saw that flash of anger across that mans eyes again as he let out a primal scream and launched himself at Tommy.

He missed, stumbling to the side, and that’s when Tommy went in for a hit, punching the man square in the jaw and watching him stumble back again.

You werent sure what was wrong with this man, but he was clearly disturbed, some sort of froth appearing at the corner of his mouth as he went in for another hit. He missed again and this time, when Tommys fist collided with his nose, he fell to the ground, blood seeping from the wound.

He turned back to look at you, ignoring the man’s friends angered yells as he called the police, his focus was entirely on you and making sure you were okay. He couldn’t believe that he left you all alone at the bar, he thought you’d be okay, not factoring in the deranged psychopaths that clearly were hanging around at the bar as well.

He pulled you into a hug, your face buried in his chest. He pulled away, one hand coming up to rest on you cheek, brushing a stray tear away from your cheek that you hadnt even realised escaped.

Any other time, your heart would be fluttering at the closeness and the intimacy of the touch but right now, as you reached your hand up to grab his wrist, you just pushed it away.

“You okay?” He asked, words breathy as if he was finally catching his breath.

You nodded and his hand came down to brush against the going redness on your arm from where had grabbed you, “Son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath before looking back into your eyes.

“He’s called the police Tommy,” you stated, voice still quiet and timid.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Let him, I did what I had to do to protect you. I’d do it all over again,” he said and you nodded, heart speeding up at his words.

You felt like that little giddy girl again, seeing him or the first time in his fathers backyard at the barbecue, a wide smile on his face, “You really are my hero Tommy Miller,” you joked, “How many people is it that you’ve beaten up for me? Two?”

He chuckled at your teasing tone, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours, “I’d beat up as many as I had to,” he said.

The tension between the two of you was building and if you moved your head slightly, you’d be kissing him and maybe he felt the same.

What you didn’t know was that if the rest of the night hadnt happened, if the outbreak hadn’t occurred, he would’ve. He’d have rushed into your arms after you got him out of the police station and kissed you until the sun came up.

But the world had other ideas.

He opened his eyes and you watched them flicker between your lips and his eyes but before he had even a chance to act upon all the urges in his mind, all the voices in his head telling him to kiss you already, he heard the police car pulling up outside.

“Officer, my friend, hes been beaten up by this feral man,” the other man exclaimed, pointing at you and Tommy.

He pulled away, hand coming away from your waist as he looked at the police officer, “Listen, officer, this is a misunderstanding,” he tried to explain, eyes narrowed at the friend of the man.

The officer shrugged his shoulders, clearly annoyed that he was dealing with this at 1am, “I’m sorry, if he's charging you for assault, I’m going to have to take you down to the station,” he explained.

You reached down, your hand grasping his as you thought about what this meant.

Tommy scoffed, “And that sleazy son of a bitch is going to get away with what he did?” He questioned and you squeezed his hand, trying to calm him down.

The officer looked between him and your hands clasped together, shaking his head, “I’m sorry sir, I’ve got to take you down,” he said and Tommy stepped forward, your hand falling out of his.

"He did nothing wrong," you begged desperately as the man placed handcuffs on your best friend.

As he lead him out of the bar, you followed, eyes never leaving Tommy. You couldn’t care less what anyone else in the bar thought of you two, their eyes following you as you left, desperately begging. All that mattered is that he was okay.

"I'm sorry ma'am, you can Bail him out later," he said, opening the door to the car.

“I’m going to call Joel okay, we’re going to get you out of there,” you promised, his eyes landing on yours as he sat in the car, the window rolled up.

He opened his mouth to say something but the car was driving off before he could. Even then though, he wasnt sure what he was going to say. He wanted to proclaim that he loved you more than anything else and that if he had to, he would do it all over again for you. He wanted to tell you that you meant everything to him and hed be lost without you, that he should have kissed you tonight.

He was never going to get a chance to say any of those things though and as he drove off, he felt his chance drifting away.

You stood there, eyes watching him drive away like you did the first time you met, always watching him walk away, aand that sinking feeling you had then was back, dragging you to the ground.

It was a feeling that you couldn’t understand, a mix of yearning for a man that the world kept pushing away from you and the feeling that something big was about to happen, that the world was going to change completley for you soon.

You took a deep breath in, looking around at the streets of Austin Texas, watching some man chase a woman down the street, a loud noise coming from his mouth, something between a yell and a high pitched screech and you wondered what was happening to the world.

The only thing you knew is that you didnt feel safe on this street alone at nearly one am on a Friday night so you sat down on the steps, Tommys jacket wrapped around your shoulders as you called Joel.

The phone rang for a few seconds and you let out a relieved sigh, "Joel, I need you to pick me up," you said, sobering up quickly.

You could almost imagine the worry on the other end of the line, hearing him rustle around and the silence was worrying you, "Where's Tommy? Are you okay? I'm heading out right now," he said, words spilling out of his mouth.

You knew Joel saw you as family, and that man would do anything for family, "He got arrested. I'm stuck at the bar, they wouldn't let me come with him," you explained, the burning feeling of tears pricking at the back of your eyes.

You heard him let out an annoyed sigh, "Jesus Christ, I'll be down now," he said and you could hear him grabbing his coat and the jumble of the keys unlocking the doors.

"We have to bail him out," you begged. A part of you wondered if you had done that to yourself, that you’d attracted that man and that if you hadnt entertained his conversation then Tommy would never have gottten into that fight. That same part of you knew that if Tommy heard you saying that about yourself, that it was your fault, hed be mad.

"The idiot did it to himself, I'm sure some time in the slammer will do him good," Joel said with a scoff. He was bored of having to constantly save his grown-ass brother from situations like this.

"He'll be stuck there all weekend Joel, he was only protecting me," you pleaded with him, breath hitching in your throat at the idea of him being stuck there, "If you don't come i'll hitch a ride with someone to the station,"

You heard the familiar lull of Tommys truck turning on and smiled to yourself, "Like hell sugar, i'll be down in twenty," he said.

You smiled to yourself, "You're the best Joel," you said before hanging up on him.

You didnt know how long you’d been waiting outside of the bar for but the cold was starting to creep into the Texas evening and you were starting to regret wearing the short blue dress. You just wrapped Tommys jacket around you, the smell of him enveloping your senses as you waited, trying not to worry about him too much.

That’s when you heard two men laughing as they stumbled out of the bar. You didnt notice the man Tommy had punched, twitching slightly, a small gurgling noise escaping his lips but it would be something that you’d think about for weeks to come.

He walked over, a laugh escaping his lips, "Your little boyfriends not here to protect you now," he stated and you wanted to freeze at his words but you didnt.

You didnt even entertain him, "Just leave me alone, my friends going to be here any minute," you said.

"Oh, are they?” He questioned, a sickening sound to his voice, “I only need a minute,"

You looked up at him, standing up like you would be able to outrun him. That’s when you saw Tommys truck pull up in front of the building, Joel sticking his head out of the open window to look at you.

He could see the stress in your eyes and the second that he did, he opened the door and stepped out, walking over to you, "Hey, step away from her," he said.

Joel and Tommy had now protected you tonight and whilst that solidified the fact that you were an integral member of their family, it also made you feel weak and like you weren't able to do anything.

The man rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Jesus Christ, why is everyone playing hero tonight?" He questioned, more to himself and his friend than to anyone else.

"Unless you want another Miller to break your nose, you better step back," Joel said, stepping forward slightly towards the man and you didn't even question how he knew that it was Tommy.

The man stepped back, "Your family is crazy," he stated, looking at you and in any other scenario, you would’ve smiled at the imagery of being in their family but this guy just made you sick.

Joel rolled his eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Lets go sugar," he said, ushering you into the passenger seat of the car.

As he sat in the front seat, driving away, you looked over at him, "Thanks Joel," you said and he smiled at you, reaching a hand over and gently patting your knee. He didnt need a thank you.

What you didnt know as you drove away, was that nearly as soon as you left, the infection finally took over that man. If you’d have stayed a minute or two longer, he could have attacked you and you wouldnt have made it through the night like so many other people.

It was silent as you sat there, neither of you knowing what to say. You heard what you thought was the sound of glass shattering, head peeking out of the window but you didnt see anything. You didnt know what was going on with the world but there was something wrong, "How did you know that Tommy broke his nose?"

"The only reason he'd get sent to jail is for protecting you," Joel explained and you nodded your head. It made sense, and then he smirked, looking over at you, "He also called me,"

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him, "Did he sound okay?" You asked and he smiled to himself, focusing on the road.

Joel knew how much the two cared about each other and was always waiting for his brother to admit how he felt. He knew from that barbecue in 1996 that there was something special between the two of you but neither of you were able to any anything - maybe this would be what pushed you to tell him how you felt.

He could sense the worry and tension and he nodded, “He sounded fine kid, don't get too worked up," he promised.

You nodded, watching as he parked outside of the police station. When you placed your head in your hands, he wondered what was wrong, a hand coming down to your back, "You okay?"

You looked up at him, "Yeah, God, I was just so scared as I sat at the bar that something was going to happen," you explained, the memories flashing in front of your eyes, "I was scared for only a split second because as soon as that fear set in, he saved me,"

That was basically your admission for your love to him, your version of shakespeares sonnet, your version of a Jane Austen book, your way of telling Joel that Tommy meant everything to you and he knew it.

He knew you’d been in love since the second that your troubled souls had met. You were the light that filled his darkness, that filled the void that the war left in you and he was the light that filled your darkness, that filled the doubt in your mind about yourself.

"God, I'm too drunk for this," you groaned and he placed a bottle of water in your hands from the backseat.

"You drink your water sweetheart, ill go get him," he said, rubbing one more hand over your back before walking out, closing the door behind him.

They werent in thee for long, although you were sure that Joel was swearing at Tommy for fighting someone and Tommy was defending you, but when they came back out, you jumped out the car.

Tommy pulled you into his arms instantly but before you had time to relish in the hug, he pulled away, hands cradling your face as he examined you for any serious injuries after he found out what had happened.

"Why are we rushing?" You asked, unsure why there was such a panic between the boys to get out of the police station.

"Somrthings happened doll," Tommy said, reaching down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, "We have to go home,"

If he had the time and the world wasnt about to end, he would have kissed you there until you couldn’t breathe, until the world faded away and it was only you two. He would’ve done it now as he knew the world could end but he was too scared, scared that they wouldn’t make it back to Sarah in time.

He ushered you into the the backseat of the car and you looked at him confused. The news hadnt set in yet and the shock was sill in your system.

Tommy sat in the drivers seat, the two brothers not even squabbling about who got to drive. That’s was one of the things that sent that worry back in you, the urgency of it. Joel turned on the radio, looking at his younger brother as they listened to the news blaring though the car.

You listened to the radio, heart pounding in your chest as you listened to it, "With the recent violent outbreaks across the city and the country, all citizens are advised to go home and lock their doors as soon as possible," it explained. As you kept listening to it, you felt the worry bubble up in your chest.

It felt like you were underwater and drowning, a heavy weight on your chest at the news that the world could end. You shook your head, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to prick at your eyes, "Tommy? Joel? What's going on?"

Tommy looked back at you and normally you would scold him for not paying enough attention to the road but right now, you just wanted him to tell you what’s

"I was in the fell and this dude tried to grab my leg and just as he did, I was let out on bail," he explained, the story not making any sense to you and you werent sure if it was because you were worried or if you were too drunk.

"And?" You questioned, not understand where he was going.

Tommy sucked in a sharp breath as he remembered what had just happened, his heart still going at a million miles a minute, "And, when I left, he started biting at this other guy in the cell, like chewing his face off," he explained, looking back at you in the backseat.

You felt the bile rising up in your throat at the idea, "Chewing his face off?" You questioned, trying to figure out what it meant.

You barely even heard the sound of Joel starting up the car and starting to drive back to Sarah because you kept thinking it over and over again. You head was swimming with the ideas of what was happening and you could feel your heart speeding up at the thought.

"Apparently there's some violent virus going around," Joel explained.

Your eyes never left Tommy as Joel answered your question, "You don't have it, do you Tommy?" The words fell from your lips before you could even think about the reprousions of it. But even then, with the threat of him being infected with something, you didn't move away from him.

"No, I feel fine sugar," he said, a hand reaching out to grab yours and even at this awkward angle, his thumb still brushed across your knuckles soothingly, something he always did when he was worried, "How are you? That man didn't bother you anymore did he?"

Although you were worried about the state of the world, you felt your heart skip a beat at his words of worry, at the idea that the world was falling apart but his only priority was you and your safety.

"No Tommy, I'm fine," you said, squeezing his hand before letting it go, watch as his arm retreated back round, "I'm just glad you're okay, I don't know what I'd do ithout you,"

Joel spoke up for the first time in a while, "We have to go get Sarah and the we have to get out of here,"

Thats whe the realisation of the whole thing hit you. If it was starting in the cities then it could have easily been you and Tommy, you were both lucky enough to have survived. Thats when you thought about your family, gasping suddenly, "My God. My whole family is in Austin, what if Somethings happened to them,"

The brothers looked at one another, sharing a look that mean that they knew that there was a high chance your family wasn’t going to make it. Joel noticed the look in Tommys eyes that conveyed that he was going to make sure she made it no matter the cost.

He turned back with a half hearted smile on his face, trying to give you a sliver of hope even though he didnt think there was any, "They'll be fine doll, okay? But right now, I have to protect you and we need to go get Sarah,"

You nodded, pursing your lips together as you tried to hold in your tears, trying not to think about your family getting infected by whatever this is, "Okay, I can do this," you said and he nodded.

"We'll make it out, all of us, I promise," He said and you hoped he was right.

You had spent the entire fifteen minute drive trying to wrap your head around everything and as you pulled into the street, the car jostling you around in the back, you had manage to compose yourself. You were going to protect Sarah no matter what you had to do and you had to be strong for her, not worrying about your own issues.

It had been silence the entire drive and you could feel the tension in the air as everyone wondered if Sarah was okay, theoretically she should be asleep but they didnt know what could have happened.

The car jolted as Joel stopped suddenly in front of his house, the sight of Sarah running across the front lawn back to their house.

You pulled the door open as soon as the car came to a stop and watched Joel jump out as well, a wrench in his hand. He was ready to do anything he had to do to help Sarah and if you were thinking clearly and the adrenaline wasnt rushing through your veins, you would have wondered where he had gotten the wrench from.

You watched as Tommy stepped out, a shotgun in his hands and you questioned where he got it from. Then you remembered he had left the police station with it and thats when the gravitas of he situtuaion hit you. This was worse than you thought.

You stood at the door, watching as Sarahs head whipped around to see her dad as he called out to her, “Sarah! Get over here now!” You had never heard his voice sound so harsh before but you could also hear the fear in his voice too.

There was nothing you could do but watch as the elderly neighbour started to crawl across the patio, making a gurgling noise as she rushed over to where Sarah was, running faster than she'd ever seen before.

Tommy could feel the fear building up in his chest, adrenaline pumping though his veins as he thought about what he was going to do to protect his family, to protect all that he had.

“What are we doing Joel?” Tommy asked, the shotgun steady in his hand and you thought about his time in the war, wondering what he was like back then. You assumed he had the same focus in his eyes but you also assumed there wasnt that much worry in his eyes when he was about to kill someone.

Joel didnt even think about it for a second, didnt hesitate as he wound the wrench up, whacking the old woman round the head. It killed her instantly, the blood pooling down her body as she crumpled to the floor.

Tommys eyes instantly darted to you to see your reaction to the murder and any other time you’d be flattered that he focused on you first but right now, you were standing in shock, eyes trained on the dead body on the floor. Only yesterday morning you had seen he happy, food being stuffed into her mouth and now she was dead.

You werent too worried, you had seen a lot of things in your life, had an issue with violent people in the past but you’d never seen a dead body before.

Sarah stood there, a similar shocked look on her face as she looked at the body, her eyes glossed over. She looked up at her father when he walked over, his hands coming to cup her cheeks, “You killed her,” her voice was meek and you could tell that she was totally in shock.

His face softened as he looked at her, “Its not just the Adlers babygirl, but we’re gonna be brave,” he promised and she nodded.

You walked over, arm wrapping around the girls shoulder as you walked her to the car, ushering her into the backseat as you walked round the side to get in that side behind Tommy.

You settled in and as soon as you looked up and through the windshield, you saw the two other Adlers coming through, their faces and bodies contorted into the same weird angles as Nana Adlers as they stormed down the road towards the car.

“Get your seatbelt on!” Joel exclaimed and as soon as you and Sarah strapped in, Tommy had put his foot on the pedal and had driven over the two, crushing them as they drove into the exit of the cul-de-sac.

Sarah had been sitting there quiet and whilst everyone in the car was silent, everyone outside was loud, car horns beeping and sirens blaring. Suddenly, she broke the silence, “What’s going on?” She asked, her voice just as timid as it was when she had seen Nana Adlers body be mutilated by her father.

Joel looked back, his arm on the chair as he looked back at her, “They said its a virus, some sort of parasite,” he explained.

“Are we sick?” She asked, eyes wide as she looked at you.

You reached over, hand on her shoulder as you rubbed it soothingly, “Course not,” you promised, trying to calm her down.

You could never imagine how she was feeling at this moment, her entire life having been turned upside down and she knew nothing about it. She was only twelve and didnt deserve to be suffereing like this.

“How do you know? How do you know we’re not sick?” she asked, her voice breaking a bit at the end.

Joel looked at his brother and then back at his daughter, “They’re saying its people in the city, that’s why they’ve got the highway blocked off,” he explained.

“The Adlers would take Nana to the city,” Sarah said almost vanacntly, her eye strained on the front windshield as they derived through the streets.

“That’s probably it hun, well be fine,” you said taking the girls hand into yours, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles and feeling her calm down a bit.

They drove through the streets and you narrowed your eyes in the distance ass you saw some farm on fire, “God, that’s Jimmys place,” Tommy stated and you remembered him having worked on the farm about two years ago.

As Tommy stared at the field, teh car driving past, it was like all time slowed down. For the first time sine he was nearly attacked in that cell and had stolen a shotgun from the police, he thought about what had happened and the consequences of what had happened.

He looked at you in the front view mirror, watching as you put on a smile to try and comfort Sarah. There was something about him that loved you even more in this moment as he thought about the potentiality of losing you, something that made his stomach turn into knots at the idea.

They drove through the dirt back roads and onto the main highway and Tommy slammed his hadn on the wheel in annoyance, swearing out loud, “Everyone had the same fucking idea!”

You reached a hand over the seat, coming to rest on his shoulder. You squeezed it gently, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt away slightly at the touch of your hand. He reached a hand back, one still on the wheel, to touch your hand over his, finger swiping over your knuckles before going back to the wheel.

“If we take the field, we can pick up the highway on the west side,” you suggested and he nodded.

He harshly turned the wheel, the car jerking to the side as they drove across the field. You didnt care how bumpy it was, how dangerous what he was doing was but you needed to save your family that you had built with them. There wasnt anything you wouldn’t do to protect them and to make sure that they were all okay.

Tommy turned another corner on the field, stopping when he saw the army lined up in an attempt to stop the spread from reaching the small towns, “The fucking army,” he exclaimed.

“Language Tom,” you reprimanded, more by instinct then anything else and he just ignored your comment.

“Keep moving. Head north,” Joel demanded and Tommy hesitated, Joel shaking his head in horror, “Tommy, come on,”

Sarah looked at you, speaking up for the first time in a while, “Where are we gonna go?” She asked.

“We go as far as we have to, Mexico if we have to,” Joel said, “Go to the river, get across. Pick up the highway and then we’re out,”

“Maybe it’s everywhere, maybe there’s nowhere to go,” Sarah stated, fear evident in her voice and once again you were reminded she was only twelve and being forced to suffer all of this.

“We’ll be fine kid,” you promised her but you werent sure how far it would go.

You watched as Tommy turned the corner into the two you were so familiar with. There was people running around everywhere and you looked at the town you once knew. You remembered walking around with Tommy on a hot summers day, ice cream in your hands and you remembered that one winter where it snowed and he took you out to make snow angels in the park.

Now there were crowds everywhere, some of them eating each other’s faces off and you were hit by the reality of it all, of the ways that the world had changed in the last few hours and everything that you had lost.

The crowds were taking up the street in front of them and Tommy slowed down, trying not to hit them and Joel yelled at his brother, mad that he was prioritising these other people over their safeties. Tommy just looked over at him, shocked that Joel wanted to run these people down, “I cant drive through them”

“Keep going!” He exclaimed and Tommy did, putting his foot down on the pedal.

People start rushing forwards in the direction of he car and thats when they realsied that something must be going on in the distance if a larger crowd was coming in their direction.

“Back!” Joel yelled out, the safety of his family more important than these people, “Tommy, go faster, mow the fuck over them,”

Tommy put his arm on the shoulder of the chair, looking back at the people and like normal, you would’ve freaked out on how undeniably sexy the action was, but right now you were just worried about what was going to happen.

“Dad!” Sarah exclaimed and you looked through the windshield and saw the plane coming down towards them, the fire erupting in the distance.

The plane crashed down and you blacked out immediately, the force of your head smashing into the car seat. Tommys vision went black for a second as he sat in the front seat but when he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look behind at you.

When he noticed that you hadnt moved since the crash, he clawed his way out of the car door on his knees, jerking the door open as he pulled you out, your head resting in his lap.

Every single thought in his head was gone at the moment and for a second, all he could think about was you. As he looked down at you, tears pricking in the back of his eyes as he thought about what his life would be like without you and he shook his head, knowing that there was no future without you.

“Is everything okay over there?” Joel asked after he pulled Sarah out, the girls ankle injured from the crash.

His breath hitched in his throat, “She’s not waking up, shit, wake up please,” he begged, one hand coming up to brush the singular tear that had escaped his eye away, “What do I do Joel?”

Joel had never heard his brother be that worried before but the sight of him cradling your body made his heart hurt at the idea of his brother losing you.

“Come on babygirl, wake up for me,” Tommy begged, his finger interlocking with yours and when he felt you squeeze his hand, he looked down.

Your eyes fluttered open and you felt your head pounding at the accident and when you looked up at him, all your worries went away because you had Tommy.

He let out a relieved sigh, taking a deep steady breath, “She’s okay,” he exclaimed, calling out to Joel who was trapped on the other side of the car.

You sat up, Tommys hand supporting your back, his other hand resting on your stomach, “Is everyone okay?” You asked, blinking back the bleariness in your eyes as you fought off a concussion.

“We’re fine,” Sarah called out.

Tommy helped you up, one hand wrapped securely around your waist and the other around your shoulders. He looked down at you, brushing a stray hair away from your face as he checked that you were okay again.

Joel was about to walk around to check on you, Sarah holding onto him due to her injury, and when he did, another car crashed into theirs, blocking the exit.

“Head to the river, we’ll find a way,” Tommy called out.

Sarah looked at her father as they started to walk away, “We cant leave her and Tommy,” she exclaimed.

Joel looked back over his shoulder, watching Tommy looking at you, his hands cradling your face and he smiled to himself, “They’ll be fine,”

You and Tommy somehow managed to make it all the way to the field and you werent feeling the effects of the concussion too heavily, although your head was spinning and you felt slightly sick, you also attributed it to the whole end of the world thing.

As you thought back to the crash and when you had been knocked out, you remembered what woke you up. When you felt like you were drowning in the darkness, the sound of Tommys voice brought you back into the light.

You felt your knees buckle as you crossed through the field and the only thing that was holding you up was Tommys hand secured on your waist. You felt the panic in his voice as he looked down at you, “Come on baby, come on,” he begged and you nodded, standing on shaky legs as you continued to head to the rendezvous point.

Tommy felt the adrenaline from earlier melt away and instead panic overtook him and for the first time in his life, he was absolutely terrified. He couldn’t even imagine losing you in such a way and it was the last straw in proving that he was completley and utterly in love with you.

You thought you saw the river but before you did, you saw two people in front of the river, another man standing there with a gun and that’s when you noticed that the little girl was Sarah but you were too late, a gun firing and the two people falling to the ground.

“Can you stand sugar?” He asked, clearly having noticed that the two people were his brother and his niece and you nodded, “Stay here,”

He let go of you and you stood on your own, watching as he rushed towards the scene and you tried to rush over but with your head pounding from the accident, you felt like you couldn’t stand right.

You heard another gunshot aand your breath hitched in your throat at the image of Tommy dying but he didnt fall, the army man falling instead. You rushed over as fast as you could, a sudden boost of adrenaline hitting you as you fell into his arms, his body supporting your weight.

You gasped when you saw Sarah lying there, blood seeping from her body. It was like seeing your entire life flash before your eyes as you saw the twelve year old girl dying.

The moment flashed fast and you didnt even realise it was happening as you heard Joel yelling out for help, for them to save his daughter but they couldn’t do anything as she died in his arms.

You watched him cry as he cradled her in his arms just like Tommy had been to you earlier and you were reminded of how lucky you were to have lived. It was the start of your life in this new world and you werent ready for it at all.

Outbreak day had started and now you had to fight.

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Clockwork Heart pt36

Part 35 here

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Wyrm: *staring at the notes retrieved from the cultists bodies, one from the tribunal, and another from one claiming to be the first dragonborn*

Taliesin: *wincing as he heals himself* while you were asleep, everyone else turned in for the night besides myself and nerevar. We were jumped from the cultists worshipping this- Lord miraak, person, th-thing. And as we fought them off suddenly the tribunal cultists sprung us as well, in the chaos they grabbed you and voryn. A few ran off with the pair of you while the rest stayed behind to try and kill us…

Kaidan: aye… it’s a miracle we’re all alive- *hisses as a cold cloth touches his open wound, cleaning away the blood as Caryalind sews it shut*

Caryalind: especially since most of us weren’t wearing armour.

Kaidan: or underpants. *hisses as the needle pokes him again*

Caryalind: shush you I didnt have a clean pair. *looks over at lucien* how’s voryn?…

Lucien: *helping nerevar heal the other chimer as best he can* He’s still unconscious.

Inigo: *soothing his burns with the cream he had left over from trying to help j’zargo* maybe he will wake up after a long rest like he usually does?…

Taliesin: he was in a very bad way when we found them… it may take longer. *sighs and looks back at wyrm* Wyrm?… my little silk moth?… Are you okay?

Wyrm: *looks up from the letters and at him, the pain in his heart being replaced by an unspeakable rage, one too immense for his small frame to handle leaving him shaking in anger*

Taliesin: Love?

Wyrm: *suddenly gets up and walks to his tent before returning with his book and throwing it into the fire* I HATE YOU!!! *steps back and feels even more anger spill out as he sees the book sitting there in the flames, unharmed* no! You don’t just get to ruin my life! You don’t get to hurt everyone I love and not PAY FOR IT!!! *picks up the sword of jyggalag resting beside kaidans and stabs the book with it, the blade ripping through the cover and the pages with ease* I- *sniffles and drops the sword as the weight becomes too much for his arm even with his prosthetic* I hate- *drops to his knees* I hate you.

Everyone: *silently watching the sweet natured mer fall apart, all of them knowing exactly who his words are directed to, and nobody daring to stop him*

Wyrm: *sobs pulling himself back up and stumbling to his tent grabbing the mask clavicus had gifted him* I wish he’d leave me alone! I wish he’d never made me!! *screams shaking it* you promised me a wish why won’t you make it happen?! Why won’t you help me?! Why won’t anyone tell me the truth!!? *throws it and suddenly grabs the wabbajack throwing it as well as he has a complete meltdown, nobody stopping him, nobody intervening, all of them knowing deep down how badly he needs it… all of them knowing deep down there’s nothing they can do to make it better* It hurts… *finally drops to the ground again, this time for good, too worn out and too deep in anguish to get back up… until his eyes spot nerevars bag* … I want… *slowly crawls towards it* to end… *reaches into it pulling out the dwemer blade Keening* this nightmare… *turns the knife on himself aiming for his heart*

Everyone: *suddenly springs forward, nerevar moving the fastest only to halt as Taliesin reaches him first*

Nerevar: WYRM NO! PUT IT DO-…down…

Taliesin: *holding Wyrm tight, his hand grabbing his wrist while his other strokes his hair, tears pouring down his face as he whispers to him with a shaky breath* t-teacup…

Wyrm: *utterly numb, his only feeling a faint warmth in his heart from taliesins embrace, turning to a deep sadness as he hears the fear and heartbreak in his voice* t-Tali… *loosens his grip on the blade letting it fall beside his ruined book* teacup…

Taliesin: … *lifts him up and carries him back to their tent, laying him in the furs first before closing it up to give them privacy as he unbuckles the smaller mers prosthetic, not saying anything, not making a sound, just getting his partner comfortable as tears fall from his face and onto Wyrms grey skin*

Wyrm: *holding still for him beyond little trembles and quivers as he holds in his hiccups, letting him do as he wants, knowing deep down that to Taliesin, this is his only way he can help him when there’s nothing he can do* tali?… *slowly reaches his hand up to dry his tears only for Taliesin grab his wrist and lay his arm back down* …What am I going to do?…

Taliesin: I don’t know! *chokes out a sob, finally making a sound, finally letting his voice be heard* I don’t know how any of this is going to turn out! I don’t know how I can help you! I watch you get hurt time and time again and I can’t do anything to stop it or help! How can I protect you when there’s nothing I can actually do to protect you?! I don’t even know how to comprehend anything you’re going through and it scares me so much holding your body when they’re done tormenting you! I-… all I can do is watch you writhe in pain and hope you’ll still be breathing when it’s done… *sobs as his arms tremble holding his weight, his body and mind both as tired and as sore as one another* how can I protect what I love most when I can’t do anything at all?… I’m… im useless.

Wyrm: … *heart hurting in a way far more painful than everything he’s been through in a way he can’t explain* Tali… reaches up again, gently grabbing the ribbon holding his hair back and untying it with a tug* you… said it again… love… *gently dries Taliesins eyes with the ribbon, the old silk fabric soaking up his tears with ease*

Taliesin: *leans into his touch, closing his eyes as his dark hair falls down over his face and shoulders* I… I did?… I suppose… I’ve been saying it for a while now, haven’t I?…

Wyrm: *nods and smiles up at him with a tired eyes and a soft sweet smile* I love you Taliesin… I’m… im sorry for everything… I don’t… I don’t know what to do anymore… I just want it all to stop… you’re not useless… I’d be dead by now without you.

Taliesin: *feeling the pain in his heart ease and his worries wash away if only for a moment at his words* I… I love you too, Wyrm… I don’t know, how to fix this… or how I can help… but I’ll stay by your side, and keep trying In anyway I can but… *gently strokes his face* promise me… you won’t let it get this far again?…

Wyrm: *nods and leans into his touch with a soft tired sigh* I promise, only if you promise you’ll do the same.

Taliesin: *nods and smiles* I promise… *leans down over him, his lips so close to his* may I kiss you?…

Wyrm: *leans up without hesitation, his lips meeting his in a soft, but deep kiss*

Taliesin: *moans softly into his touch and pulls him in close as he lays beside him in the furs*

*meanwhile outside*

Nerevar: *ear twitching as he listens in to the conversation between Wyrm and Taliesin, smiling with a tired expression as he hears them calm down into only soft kisses and hushed whispers* they’ll be alright… *looks down at Voryns sleeping face, the chimers third eye twitching and flickering beneath closed lids, still lost in his dreams* I just hope you will be…

Inigo: he’ll be okay. He is very resilient. *picks up the sword of jyggalag and pulls the book off of the blade* I think you should teach Wyrm how to use this sword kaidan, he did very good! It went all the way throu- *opens the book and blinks seeing the pages completely unharmed. All of them still swirling with writings and scriptures, not a hole in sight* th-through? *flicks through the pages, the only one with a hole being the blank one Wyrm had already read* wh-what? *closes it and feels even more confused seeing the holes still there on both sides* I?

Nerevar: don’t think too hard about it… you’ll hurt yourself.

*meanwhile*

Voryn: *wading through the flowing magicka of the dream sleeve with his head held high, a spear to his back, guiding him to the purple skies and gears of the clockwork city* you claim to be helping wyrm, to care for him, and yet you’d so willingly do him harm by ending me. Has his heart not hurt enough?

Vivec: You are inhibiting his path. Seht tried to be lenient with your interference, he will decide what he wishes me to do.

Voryn: Reduced once more to taking orders from another- *winces as he’s pushed onto the stairs leading up from the shores of the dream sleeve and to the city floating amongst its waves* heh… I always knew how to get beneath your skin… do you hate nerevar still for loving me over you?… is that why you want so badly to kill me?… that you’d order your Cultists to come for my throat?… How am I inhibiting Wyrm when I only wish to help him find the truth?…

Vivec: … *raises his chin up with the tip of his spear* is that what you call it?… finding the truth?… by straying him from his path?

Voryn: How can I stray him from it when none of us know what that path is?… do you even know, Vehk?… do you know what he’s planning?…

Vivec: I do not… but I trust Seht and his words-

Voryn: even after he coerced you into my murder? And blamed it on you?

???: vivec?… please don’t kill Ata Ryn…

Voryn: *gaze snapping past vivec to a little boat floating on the surface of colours and light, and inside, wyrm, moving towards them slowly* Wyrm? Hla aka! Wake up! Get out of here! It’s not- *blinks as the spear is pulled away, vivec turning his back to walk to the boat* don’t. You. DARE! *grabs hold of him pulling him back and throwing him against the steps before summoning his hammer* I’m going to do what I should have done! Three! Thousand! YEARS AGO! *raises it up to destroy Vivec’s very soul*

Wyrm: DONT!

Voryn: *falters, his eyes locked onto Vivec’s with murder deep within them and his heart* He needs. To die Hla khes-

Wyrm: he’s been tricked too Ata!! *climbs out of his boat grabbing onto voryns robes, putting himself between him and Vivec*

Voryn: … *lowers his hammer with a deep, tired sigh, resting one hand on it and the other around Wyrm, holding him safely against him as he stares down at vivec* This is your only chance… whatever he asks. You speak only. The tru- *staggers as the step beneath him shifts* what-

Wyrm: *screams as the one beneath his feet disappears entirely making him slip into the dream sleeve* Ata!!

Voryn: Wyrm! *reaches down for him, diving after him without hesitation as the sea of colours engulfs him, the two leaving the realm beyond the aurbis and returning to the waking dream*

Vivec: *gripping onto the stairs as the city suddenly lurches and rocks, the ones beneath him disappearing one by one as he tries to get to his feet* Seht!!! What are you doing?! Why are you doing this?! *pulls himself up, grabbing muatra as he rushes up the steps and into the sphere of the clockwork god* Why must voryn die if it will break Wyrms heart?! Why did you chase him away?! Why are you hiding the truth from

Him?!

Sotha sil: *turns to face him with an expression of anger he’d never seen his fellow tribune wear before* BECAUSE HE CANT KNOW!!! IF HE DOES ALL OF THIS WILL BE FOR NOTHING! NEREVAR WILL HAVE DIED FOR NOTHING! MY FAMILY AND HOUSE GONE! ALL FOR NOTHING!

Vivec: *grips his spear tighter* I am bound by my promise to you, seht… But if you do not tell me what you are keeping from even me… I will sever that bond.

Sotha sil: …You are forbidden from telling him. From telling anybody… break your oath to me and I will not save you when the brass tower is made flesh anew.

Vivec: *smiles softly beneath his mask as he rests his free hand on his neck, where he can feel a collar and chain binding him by a kiss made long ago to sotha sil as he placed his mask over his face. Knowing full well what breaking it could mean* yes… seht.

*the next day*

Nerevar: *grunts sliding off his horse as they reach the riften stables* my love. *reaches his arms up, embracing voryn in them and helping him down from the saddle*

Voryn: *unable to even dress in his armour never mind stand up* my love…

Taliesin: *drops from his horse with a pained groan, still sore from the previous nights attack* gods, *looks up to help Wyrm down* my lo-

Wyrm: *jumps into his arms giving him a kiss, seemingly back to his usual self* my love! *giggles as the high elf kisses him back before setting him down*

Kaidan: You lot make sure your valuables are well hidden. I’ll scare the guards into opening the gate.

Caryalind: why did you look at me as you said that?

Kaidan: You might be broke but you’re still a prince. Cover that pretty face or we might find you missing and being held for ransom.

Caryalind: by the eight is he serious?

Lucien: oh yes! Riften is the crime capital of skyrim some say, and-

Caryalind: no not that. Does he think I’m pretty?

Kaidan: uh- yeah. *hurries ahead to the gate*

Nerevar: *Chuckles fixing his cape as a scarf over voryns face and hair, knowing his love wouldn’t want to be seen so disheveled* I’ll go get us rooms at the inn and stay beside voryn.

Lucien: I-I’ll stay with you as well. N-not saying that I’m not, y’know, down for some adventure just- I don’t want to get mugged. Or robbed, or stabbed, or- *clears his throat* I-I’ll see you guys later- *waves to Wyrm and the others as he follows nerevar & voryn*

Kaidan: We’ll meet back at the inn in a couple hours. *nods to them as they go by*

Nerevar: *nods* keep your eyes open, and eachother safe.

Voryn: *glances at Wyrm from under the cape and smiles* just looking for information, don’t go running into trouble…

Wyrm: *nods* we won’t go further than the market.

Nerevar: *nods* okay… *walks to the inn. Glancing back at them reluctantly before going inside*

Taliesin: *gives Wyrms hand a gentle squeeze* we ask around about the ratway, nothing else.

Wyrm: but- what about that Delvin guy Enthir told us about?

Inigo: that is true! He could have useful information for us.

Kaidan: *leading them into the marketplace* or a knife for our backs.

Caryalind: then he’ll have my knife to worry about.

Wyrm: p-please- I don’t want to think about knives right now… *hugs onto Taliesin as they pass by stalls, nobody noticing the red haired man eyeing them up, and then disappearing as his gaze catches Wyrms very distinct, Pearl eye*

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jealous nilou??????

my bad you guys i died again but im back :)

jealous nilou x gn reader

The Sabzeruz Festival was about to start in a few days, and both you and nilou were very busy. This meant that both of you had less time to spend together. Nilou, taking a break after practicing her dance, finally got to go and see you. She was carrying a lot of gifts she had received from street vendors, everyone loved nilou. Unfortunately however, you didn't have as much time to spend with nilou. Your job was to organize events, areas for vendors, and decoration. You worked a bit with kaveh, asking him to come up with a few designs of the event's structure. you also worked with a few Akademia students, Alhaitham, a few npcs, but much of your time was spent with the traveler, who was here to help with a lot.

Nilou, after finally finding a spot to put all the gifts she received decided she would go and see you and try to help a bit to lift some weight off your shoulders. Knocking on the door of your office and then walking in, you were seen laughing with the traveler. Oh...It seems that you were doing pretty well. Dont get nilou wrong, she absolutely loves and supports you, Its just that the two of you have been very busy the past few days, nilou's tired, and you've been spending so much time with other people...It really gets to her head sometimes, she just cant help it. Nilou was confindent that you wouldn't have an affair with someone, but perhaps it was the fact that you were spending so much time with others besides nilou-even for work purposes, got her a tiny bit jealous.

Of course though, nilou being nilou, she didnt want to make you worry and possibly disrupt your work and be a burden, so she kept silent. It was starting to weigh on her bit by bit, and she was loosing sleep. You were unfortunate enough to be forced to sleep and stay in your office 25/8, not being able to see nilou.

FINALLY...you got to go home and get a good night sleep. As you walked in your home, you finished with your basic hygiene and care, and then walked in the bedroom to see nilou half asleep in your part of the bed. she really missed you. You smiled softly at her, and carefully laid next to her, making sure she wasn't awoken. Perhaps it was her feeling the weight of the bed shift and the smell of you, but she turned around and wrapped her arms around you as she continued to sleep.

The next day, when nilou woke up, felt a familiar feeling of warmth she hasnt felt in days. Opening her eyes, she saw your face, sleeping calmly with the dark circles in you eyes, and hugging her too. She blushed, what was there to worry about? How silly it was to overthink that. A few hours later you awoke, still in the same position. "Good morning nilou" you smiled at her. "good morning [name]. Did you sleep well?" You nod, yawning. "yeah..I finally get to sleep in" Nilou gives a chuckle and hugs you again. "How are you?" you asked. "I've been fine so far" You hummed, "Is that so?" you paused. "You seemed a bit nervous, were you thinking about something?"

"Ah.." she was flustered. "Its nothing really..."

You shake your head no. "But its something. I want to know what's been making you feel gloomy and make you happier."

"O-ok...erm promise not to judge me?" she asked

"Promise."

"Okay, well you know how busy we both are and you've just been with so many other people and we havent been able to spend as much time together? Maybe I got a tiny bit jealous..."

You smiled at her. "If thats what's bothering you, I'd be happy to spend all of today with you." Nilou nodded vigorously, at times she seemed like a golden retriever.

You both ended the day with a lovely walk in a botanical garden walking hand in hand :)

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #nilou x reader

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introloves · 4 years

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@virgoamajiki: hhnngggg no thoughts just boxer!bokuto fucking you senseless after seeing the other boxer he was supposed to fight that night flirting w/ u just to rile him up and throw him off his game.

— soft dom! bokuto + boxer! bokuto + mentions of harassment in the beginning + overstimulation / dumbification + size kink + comfort + praise + breath play + squirting + fluffy end + bokuto calls reader ‘puppy’ + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.6k

— part of my boxerverse! bokuto: one shot no. 1

he can’t blink back the images of you during the fight. the near deafening roars of his name all fadded into nothingness as he stalked towards his opponent- bokuto was dead set on putting him down.

the prick had really managed to get under his skin at the weigh in, picking you out- pointing directly at you and asking why you didn’t hop on over, he said you’d be better taken care of.

you’d sat there, wide eyed, clearly scared and taken back by his words. you only spared him a glance. instead turning with wide eyes at your boyfriend, now scared for the other man. frantic eyes shot up to look for his own- it was clear what you wanted, you looked scared and your face held a look that said;

“bo, please don’t.”

and usually, that look would disarm him completely- but not now- not now when he can see the way your eyes watered and lips trembled at the words.

he is sorry for not looking at you right away, sorry for not giving you the comfort you need-

but he’s not sorry for lunging over to the other side, barreling straight past staff that looked minuscule compared to his towering form. microphones clashing onto the floor with clear intent.

it’s complete chaos, bokutos manager grabbing him, holding him back down onto the seat, hissing in his ear that he’ll have a chance to go at him, “in the ring.”

you sit, dazed by the clamor and rapid snapping of cameras that bathe the two of you like a shower of pure light.

but he sits back down, hand clamped over your thigh, squeezing you, using your body as a stress ball. he can’t even look at his opponent, amber eyes focused on nothing more than your trembling knee- koutarou truly thinks he might kill him.

when he finally enters the ring, it doesn’t take long for the bastard to get dropped. its almost comical how short the match ends— usually bokuto would have put a little more show into it, letting him take a couple of hits before handling it, dragging it out to fluff his ego, showing everyone that he was the king, but not now.

as soon as his opponent is down, spread out on the white canvas- he steps once towards the body— pushed away by the referee in panic with the way he looms over him a little longer than necessary. the referee looking over at his teams side, shoving him back into his corner before calling the end of the match.

he lets his body get shoved into his corner, scoffing at the way the man lays there... pathetic.

bokuto doesnt even react to the roars of the crowd- walks past his team and into the locker rooms.

it feels like it takes forever to get back to you, normally you’d be at the ringside, but for this round he didn’t want you there and you not being able to do that, especially for a fight like this has you on edge. waiting for your koutarou to come home. the tension is almost suffocating when you finally hear the door slam closed.

you know hes not mad at you, thats not who the shake of the house is directed at. bokuto has always been a gentle giant with you— an overexcited, loving, and sweet giant.

he walks straight into the room, tugging off his shirt, shorts, leaving a trail of clothes as he makes a beeline right to you. there’s a deep want, need to have you, it feels like someone’s pressing down onto his chest- a tight ball of... anger and fear swirling around there.

it softens when he see’s you though, cuddled up on the bed, eyes lidded as you smile at him, welcoming him home. when he touches you, your body still warm from an almost sleep, he feels the sharp edges of anger melt away. there was no need for him to angry or scared at the words his opponent had thrown your way- he wasn’t the one about to fuck you to sleep... but the small tingle of fear and anger didn’t leave him completely.

“baby.” you murmur, hands outstretched to bring him into your space, the big body of his instantly melting down to your form, elbows perched on either side of your head- trapping you completely in.

“saw you drop him... first round.” voice heavy with lust and want, he was so strong and powerful and all yours. legs drop down onto the bed to let him in, ready for him, waiting for him.

“yeah, had to.” bokuto responds back, whispering it against your lips before he kisses you, licking into your mouth with heavy strokes of his tongue, all but tracing his name onto the front of your teeth.

“he scared you didnt he?” he growls, hissing at the way your heat wiggles to find his cock. bokuto shifts to hold the weight of his upper body on just one arm, slipping a hand down to tug your bottoms off.

“mhm.” you whimper back, gripping onto his shoulders, body jerking with every pull.

“did you see how i took care of him, pretty thing?” kou spits, pulse quickening at the wetness that meets his knuckle, trailing the back of his hand up your cunt before slipping a finger against your folds, splitting them open to briefly glance at your exposed pussy.

“fuck- course you did, thats why you’re so wet, huh?”

you cant really say anything, because he was right- seeing him knock that man out with one punch, straight to the jaw, sent heat flooding through your veins, proof of it formed in the shape of pure slick painting the outside of your cunt, between your thighs, pooling in your bottoms. its kinda silly, he knows what he does to you, knows you love watching him in his element, eyes hardened and face laxed in total concentration and an air of cockiness to him when he steps in the ring. he knows you love it, cause you’re always drooling into your panties when he comes to you after a match.

“real wet.” he marvels once more, sinking a finger all the way down to the knuckle and all you can do in response is open your legs wider, tilting yourself up to show him how ready and receptive you were for him.

“good girl.” his voice is tight and low- something like a growl with the way you move against his one finger. its enough to snap the string of self restraint he had, pure unbridled energy bouncing off him as he departs from you- just for a second, to kiss you harshly.

its a mix of tongue, spit, and teeth- strings of your passion still hanging from between the two as he leans back to look at your form, wiggling around in need of him.

its okay, he thinks, he’ll give you what you want.

and he does, doesn’t take long for him to grab the base of his thick and heavy cock, letting it slap against your cunt a couple times before squeezing the head of him inside- nice and snug. it makes him lightheaded, he cant think of anything but you- a fever crawls up his sculpted back, a need to just sink in and fuck you silly, but he wants something from you first.

“who do you belong to puppy?” he inquires gruffly, not moving an inch, watching the way you blink up at him through tears.

“w-what?” its sudden, your sweet and kind bo almost never talked like this in bed, it makes you salivate, a heat flushing down your back.

“c’mon- tell me who you belong to.” he hisses once more, splaying one of his big, strong, veiny hands across your chest, pushing down- locking you against the bed.

he still hasn’t moved, and the fluttering of your pussy down on the head of his dick makes him grunt- muscled stomach tensing with each one. he comes back to you- a little softer in the way his words sound, carrying that sweetness you know and love.

“please, tell me you’re mine.” he whispers, moving the hand that had you pinned down up towards your neck, rough callouses rubbing against the soft and sensitive skin there.

its a juxtaposition of kind, vulnerable words mixing in with the harsher movements of his strong hand curling against your airway, frantic in the need to hear it from you.

you know what he needs, and you’re more than happy to comply, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better. your hand moves up to wrap around his wrist, pulling him in close, eyes burning with hot tears forming there at the lack of blood- but you continue, till the next words are all but hissed, high and tight.

“yours, i’m all yours koutarou, my king.”

there isn’t anything he could have done to prepare for that, he stutters, chokes on the lust heavy in his chest, he feels like there’s molten want dripping down his veins- swirling into a tight ball at the pit of his stomach.

all he can do is rear back, hips lifting off you, popping the head of him out and you nearly whine, nearly ask him whats wrong before he slams down in one hard and desperate stroke, catching the skin of your cunt harshly, but its okay- there would have been no way you’d survive in a relationship with him if you didn’t like a little pain.

when his hips make contact with your cunt, puffy lips giving him cushion- he grinds down, smashing your clit down against his pubes.

eyes shut tight, a choked sob tumbling from your lips in response, head teetering back onto the bed.

“koutarou! fuck! fuck!” words high and staccato-ed are echoed out into the room, he feeds off the broken syllables of his name tumbling from your lips.

he looks at you while he squeezes his fingers against the thrum of your quickened pulse underneath his hand- watching your eyes roll back, the whites of them on clear display as lips part, a silent scream painted onto the moments of your face-

the bed groans, creaks with each crushing thrust he gives you, drilling you down into the bed.

“keep saying my name puppy, keep saying it.” he grunts looking at you with a feverish and concentrated gaze, affected in how well you stroke his ego, chest feeling incredibly full, the prickle of his orgasm starts, but there was /no/ way he’d come before his baby.

the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat sweeps down your arching body until his thumb finds your twitching clit- immediately pressing down on it with enough force that his thumb turns white. it rips a scream straight from the center of your chest and your body starts seizing up.

he huffs out a laugh when he sees the way your hips cant up off the bedding- it nearly pushes him back, but he stays unwavering, following the movement of your spasming body.

“koutarou!” his name leaves your mouth in the form of a wail while he batters your cunt, you don’t even know you’re moving the way you are- hands falling to rest pitifully against your head.

“ah- that’s my girl.” bokuto beams, seeing the splash of your cum arch all the way up to hit his tummy- abs glistening with every contraction as his hips drill into you- he gives in, taking the thumb that had been squeezing your clit down onto your body and sticking it into his mouth, watching you with lidded eyes as he licks the cum off his hand, all while keeping your neck pinned down and chasing the frantic movements of your hips.

there’s no immediate reaction from you when he picks up your legs- weak with the strain you’ve put them under, and folds them up to your chest.

the only thing you do is intake a lungful of air, dazed eyes looking up at him- not knowing how he got so close to your face.

it’s the first slap of his heavy balls against your ass that makes you come back from it all-

“p-please!!” you cry, eyes wide. the force of him still pistoning into you makes your body bounce off the shaking bed, and thanks to the squirting orgasm he fucked out of you with his thick cock- building a near searing sensitivity into the walls of your cunt and clit, you cum once more. it’s the final break into a headspace that has you twitch and flail your legs, wiggling against the hold of his arms.

“yeah- good girl.” bokuto grits out, a bead of sweat drips off his face onto your own, and thankfully- it’s what he needs to cum. his eyes are frantic as he watches you- swollen lips, face turned relaxed as you squeeze down around him, looking like the image of fucked stupid.

with the a final resounding smack of his hips into you, his cock jumps, swelling, growing snug inside you before he dumps an almost obscene amount of cum into you.

small twitches of your body lets him know you feel it, his head falls down to land against your chest, keeping you folded as he grits his teeth.

it takes rapid, hard blinks of his eyes to not let tears fall down onto his face. he’s shaky as he finally sits back up, making sure to bring your thighs down gently.

“kou-“ you choke out, looking for him-

he responds by finding your limp hands, still lying up by your head- slotting thick fingers and broad hands into your own.

“‘m right here.” koutarou nearly wheezes out, still reeling from an orgasm that he can still feel.

“that felt good.” your voice is airy and sweet- pitchy and laced with love.

for the second time that night- he laughs, shaking his head while he slips his softened cock out of you.

he picks you up, scooping your trembling form into swollen muscles- keeping you nice and tight against a hard torso.

“you make me feel good.” he whispers into your hair, not caring about the trail of hot cum that leaks out of your fucked out cunt, trails of it running down his leg while he places you on his chest, laying the both of you down.

holding you tight like this, sweat mingling together, residue of cum and tears painting eachothers bodies- he knows there was nothing he should have ever been worried about.

he didn’t have to worry about protecting or loosing you- bodies intertwined, locked into one another proved that you took care of him, gentle hands tracing your name onto the skin of his chest.

“i’m all yours koutarou.” you whisper, nearly falling into the heaviness of sleep.

he once again blinks back the need to cry- he could take all the punches in the world, not even blink, but he was so weak for you.

“yeah... i’m all yours too.” his voice is tender, shaky with emotion, arms squeezing around you tight.

he really was.

#bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou smut #bokuto smut #haikyuu smut #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #one shot #au #smut

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nemeseos-noctua · 3 years

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Hey darlings! Can I request Xiao, Albedo and Diluc separately carrying reader around for a day because of a bet they lost? Love yall! <3

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: diluc, albedo, xiao (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: THIS TOOK SO LONG I’M SO SORRY ANON (i was busy and didnt feel like writing anything for like a month ☹ but im back and ill try and write more, esp since my school year ends in like a month and a half)

oh you could see so much

Diluc was so tall.... it was great

“is this what height feels like?”

despite you enjoying every second of it, the pyro typhoon was slowly suffering

HIS REPUTATION !! WHAT HAPPENS TO HIS REPUTATION ???

the answer is nothing (except that Donna is jealous and pissed)

“How much longer are we going to have to do this for?”

“The whole day, obviously! That was the bet!” you cheered, clearly enjoying where you were currently. His suffering for your enjoyment.

The red-haired man sighed and continued walking around, eventually drifting over to the giant tree in the middle of Windrise.

He stops next to the base of the oak tree, slightly lowering himself down. You weren’t exactly surprised that he could carry your weight, since he wields a giant claymore as a weapon, but you couldn’t feel not just the tiniest bit bad for him.

you guys were playing a guessing game as Diluc took a shift at Angel’s Share last night

“how much is venti gonna drink tonight”

you won, obviously

that damn bard drank at least 50,000 mora’s worth in dandelion wine

HE DOESNT EVEN PAY FOR IT IN MORA

and thats how you lose money in a business, children

You lowered yourself off of the man’s back, assuming that’s what he wanted.

“Hey, sorry about the bet...” you trail off, taking a seat on the grass and letting the wind graze your face.

“It’s fine. A bet is a bet.”

“Yeah but--” you stopped. There was absolutely no way that you would win this debate.

The pyro user looked at you after a few seconds of silence. You usually talked a lot more than this and strongly believed in sharing your thoughts, so what was stopping you now?

“You know what? Let’s just go to the winery and take a walk there together.” You begrudgingly got up from your spot from the cool grass and started to walk in the direction of the winery.

There were a few hurried steps coming from behind you, assumingly from Diluc, but you paid no mind to him. He probably just didn’t wanna leave you behind--

“Woah-- hey! Diluc, wh--”

“A bet is a bet.”

you found yourself on his shoulders this time

dude really ran up and lifted you onto his shoulders

like dipped under you

mans said “woOOP”

you would kill him but hes too hot for that 😉

You sighed.

A bet is a bet.

you were taller than the alchemist

not by much, but it was enough that it was wacky as hell

(i hc that Albedo isn’t super strong so he’s struggling even tho he’s a sword user-- tbh i thought that he was a catalyst at first lmao)

it’s so funny because Albedo is literally holding you like a baby being burped while doing some sort of experiment

“Stop kicking before I spill something on the both of us, (Y/N).”

“No.”

The blond sighed and continued to work on some kind of potion.

It was comforting to be in someone’s embrace again. How long’s it been? Years, maybe...

And soon enough, you fell asleep while the scholar cradled you in his arms.

i can assure you that he was FREAKING OUT

he was scared that he would wake you up if he put you down on the bed that the he occasionally would sleep on (he survives on caffeine)

but he needed to do this experiment

like... NEEDED to

“../N)..? (Y/N), wake up.” You whined in response, not really processing anything that was coming out of Albedo’s mouth. “You won’t be able to sleep later tonight if you continue with your nap.”

“..what time is it..?” you let out a large yawn and covered your mouth. Since you had just woken up, your brain had refused to function properly. And with that, it took you a while to realize that you were laying on a bed.

Albedo was still working on something (you weren’t sure what) but stopped to wake you up.

he’s cute

but he almost blew up

impressive how you didn’t wake up

“Only around sunset. Come, I’ll make dinner.”

the least i could say is that Xiao was not pleased.

HE WANTED TO COMPLAIN SO MUCH

but he didn’t wanna hurt your feelings 🥺

karmic debt was nothing compared to you feeling sad /j

karmic debt is horrible :( poor xiao

also being in crowded places was not fun for him

LANTERN RITE !! he did think that the xiao lanterns were cute

“Ooh, ooh, look! It’s a food stand,” you excited pointed out from on the yaksha’s back, “wanna get something? There might be almond tofu!”

“Only if there’s--”

“--almond tofu. Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s the only thing you can stomach. Mr. Dream Eater...”

That must’ve struck a chord in him. The “young” man kissed his teeth, showing a hostile attitude that he had never done to you.

“Just because I agreed to let you win doesn’t mean that I won’t go back on it.”

secretly he didn’t

he really enjoyed your company and hates everyone else

funny because he desires company and love but WHATEVER !

xiao loves you in some type of way

he adores you and all of your stupidity

and sometimes you mess up and it’s fine

it’s just a “mortal thing”

(he also makes mistakes but shh)

You remained silent until the two of you reached the food stand, filled with savoury smells and delicious aromatics. Though there was no almond tofu.

“You wanna try somewhere else? I don’t mind going to find a different spot.”

Xiao grumbled. Not like you were the one walking and exerting energy to get from one place to another.

“Fine.”

“Look... I promise this is gonna be the last place. If we don’t find any, we can go back to Wangshu Inn and ask Verr Goldet for some,” you reasoned.

The adeptus remained silent, but didn’t show any signs of displeasure. You took it as a yes.

“Wanmin restaurant has some, I think! It’s the best of the best in Liyue too.”

“This better be worth it.”

“Don’t worry, it will! I’ll even pay for it and everything!” He sighed, making his way toward the restaurant. Honestly, you didn’t wanna even get anything to eat. For the most part, it was just spoiling Xiao for once since he never went anywhere and only ate the almond tofu Verr Goldet made at the Inn.

I hope that you can be happy, at least for today.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #xiao x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #albedo x reader #diluc x reader #genshin xiao #genshin albedo #genshin diluc #ririsann

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arthurflecksgirl · 3 years

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A save place

Arthur comforting reader that suffers from depression. He is right on your side. And understands.

This story was a request by Anon with some personalized details in it.

Words : 4000

Fluff with mentions of depression and OCD

I was listening to this song while writing it :

Gotham city was passing you by like a blurred pastel painting on a huge canvas. Whoever created this image of skyscrapers, damaged buildings and concrete walls was dipping his brush in grey too often. Every building here was just a copy of another. How could a big city like that make you feel as if there was no other place to go ? You could literally sense how citizens felt trapped in here.. Like there was no world outside Gotham. No chance to leave. Especially in the part of the city where Arthur lived.

Arthur. The only person you felt drawn to in this city. Not only here. He probably was the only person you felt drawn to in the entire world. Arthur was different. In the most adorable way. He was the opposite of the envoirement he lived in. The opposite of all these people driving with you in that smelly bus right now.

If he was a piece of art on a canvas, he would be a calm place in the nature. Hidden somewhere so far away, most people would never find it. Most people would never get to see the beauty of that place and how much comfort it had to it. But you did.

A smile crossed your face. Still leaning your head against the dirty window. It felt heavy from all the tension, all the thinking. You kept your eyes closed, but the play of light and shadow still made you aware of the streets passing you by. The past days you didnt felt like smiling at all. It was strange, feeling it on your face again. Like a friend who visited you after being abscent for too long. By now, you couldnt really feel it inside. But you know you would, as soon as youˋll feel Arthurs arms around you. Those warm and loving arms, which created a whole new world inside of this one. When he was holding you, it wasnt like you still were in Gotham city anymore. Or the rest of the world. It was your very own place. Your very own canvas. And you were the painters creating a bubble in which only you and Arthur existed. It was save there. Even when depression was weightening down on you, heavy like a dark coat you coulnt get off…Arthur was there to crawl underneath that coat and wrap his arms around your bare skin. He was lifting the weights, even though he had his own to carry. He knew. He understood how it felt. He understood that that sometimes the sadness would be so overwhelming, it would still linger on you while being with him. He never took it personally when you were having a bad day or your OCD was showing. He knew better than that. The sadness sometimes was still there, but it wasnt unbearable anymore. With Arthur it became something like a quiet background music, something distant. Your heart was concentrating on the music he was radiating instead. The music you felt inside when he was gently kissing you on the forehead before you fell asleep beside him. The songs that kept playing in your head while he was making you a hot chocolate, because he knew that would make you feel better. Youˋll never forget the day he told you there was constant music playing in is head. Ever since that day, you could swear to hear it too. Thats how strong your connection had grown. And he kept playing your love song over and over and over again.

Next station.

You finally reached your destination and got out of the bus. You still werent used of the constant noice the city was making. It wasn‘t like any other big city you went to before. Gotham never slept. It was always awake but never listening. If insomnia was a city it was this one. The sunlight hit you face less blurry, now that the stained windows werenˋt a barrier between you and the open sky anymore. You still had to get used to the traffic and had to remind yourself to cross the streets extra carefully everytime you were in a hurry. The place was crowded and all you wanted was to get to the building where Arthur would come out from his therapy session any minute. He asked you to pick him up a few days ago , which meant the world to you. It showed how much he trusted you and how desperately he was looking forward to see you after therapy. The fact that you havent seen each other in a week didnt helped with your mindset at all. Depression was hitting hard , it was screaming out his name for some relief, constantly getting louder. Even noisier than the traffic around you. Right within the dark and silent spiral of depression, Arthurs name was a poem of light. Sometimes whispered to yourself, just to calm your throught process down. It was working like a charm.

You kept standing there for about ten minutes, until finally that door opened and you got the first glimpse of your beloved.

„Y/N. You came!“ the dark circles around his eyes seemed lighter the second he saw your face. „Of course I did, silly boy. You really think I wouldnt come to pick you up?“ Arthur immediately wrapped his arms around you. The familiar fabric of his jacket was pressing against your body. It felt like home. He didnt say anything but he knew that sometimes it wasnt easy to do anything when being depressed. Even the things you really were looking forward to. So he truly would have understood if you didnt came.

„Iˋm glad youˋre here“ he whispered into your ear with a voice that calmed your inner demons immediately. Arthurs mouth was resting in your neck like his life was depending on it. His hot breath warming you from the inside. „One week without you?“ his voice all muffled from his lips being pressed against your skin „Never again. I canˋt wait for us to spent the night together“. Arthur loosened his embrace to look you in the eyes. His glance was full of love for you. It wasnˋt hard to tell he missed you just as much as you missed him.

„How was therapy?“ you asked, while you both made your way to the bus stop. Arthur lit himself a cig, before he wrapped his free arm around your waist. „Um…oh well, same as usal I guess“ he muttered with the cigarette tucked between his lips. „But then again….she asked me to work through something with my journal. I will show you later. But first…hot chocolate and lots of cuddles at home?!“ He smirked at you, pulling you closer as the smoke escaped his half opened lips. „That sounds wonderful, Arthur“ you replied. The weight on your shoulders slightly lifting.

„Having a hard time again?“

He always noticed. Arthur was very empathetic and immediately sensed when you were struggling again. A nod was all that came from you. Soemtimes it was hard to put your emotions into words. And you didnt wanted to burden him with your issues, knowing he was fighting his own.

„You know that you can always talk to me about it, right? If your OCD is torturing you again or anything. You know Iˋll understand. We…..“ Arthur took a deep drag from his cig „….understand each other. You were always here to listen to my thoughts, no matter how dark they had gotten. And so will I. “

The moment he told you, you felt a bit silly. How could you ever think there was something you couldnt talk to him about? There was nothing in this life you couldn't get through together. There would always be storms coming in and thoughts occuring you both wish wouldnt exist. But you didnt had to face them alone anymore. None of you.

„I know Arthur….it….means the world…“ you replied arriving at the bus stop. Arthur took the cigarette out of his mouth to press a kiss upon your lips.

„Hey, whats the difference between a clown with a fake smile and a clown with a real one?“

He asked as he snipped his cig away to grab your hand an lead you into the bus.

„I donˋt know, what is it?“

„You!“

A heartfelt smile was crossing our face. Arthur always managed to make you feel better. It was the little things like a spontanious joke which you appreciated the most about him. Your relationship was filled with those little miracles that kept you going. Like him holding your hand while riding the bus. He kept looking out the window most of the time. Arthur was such a daydreamer, his mind often kept drifting away, his thoughts scattered all over the palce. But with his hand holding yours he was making a statement, a promise that no matter where his mind was taking him ever now and then. He was right here with you. And he wouldnˋt let go of the one he loves the most.

The certainty of being loved by a wonderful soul like Arthur made this world so much more bearable. This bus ride was nothing like the one earlier. The harshness Gotham and the strangers around you had no effect on you anymore. You only had eyes for this beautiful man, sitting right beside you, while the sunlight got caught up in his brown curls and made it look like dark gold.There was something so deep and mysterious about his emerald green eyes. They said a lot when he was being silent. He had the eyes of someone who had seen the true face of the world and had escaped into his very own version of reality. And now you were part of this reality. And you felt the center of it pulsing in the palm of your hand, which was covered with his graceful fingers. Here in your very own world, the one you and Arthur created together, no one could harm you anymore. Or him. It was your save place, your comfort zone. Home.

As soon as you got out the next bus stop to Anderson avenue it was only a short walk to his apartment building. It wasnt the kinda neighborhood you wanted to walk alone after the sun had set, but with Arthur on your side you felt save. It was more than clear that if anyone out here threatened you, he would step in and protect you at all costs. The building had a slightly wrecked look to it, but his apartment was warm and cosy inside. You couldnt wait to walk in after getting out of the elevator that used to get stuck a lot and the cold looking, grey hallways which matched the rest of the city.

The keys unlocking the door was such a welcomed sound.

„Make yourself comfortable,hun“ Arthur said, taking his light bown jacket off. The one that seemed to be his second skin. How many times did you dream about wearing it yourself when he wasnt there with you? You wanted to wrap yourself in it and disappear under his big hoodie, smelling the cold smoke lingering on the fabric. You imagined how the insides of his hoodie would smell like the Prell shampoo he used and how comforting it would be to be surrownded by that smell when you were alone at home. Alone with your thoughts and haunting memories. His jacket alone would help you to make it through the worst part. But now…he was here. Even better than that, you were with him. In his home. Youˋve been here many times before but you never needed the savety of these four walls more than now. The world had become too much for you lately and Arthur‘s home was the only place that didnt felt like you needed to run away from it all.

You took a moment to take a deep breath as Arthur headed into the bathroom. You missed sitting on that couch. The worn out cushions and his favourite pillow. It felt so much more like home as your own room did. Arthur took his time in the bathroom while you sat there with your mind all over the place. The racing thoughts going in circles again and again, until it all went down to a big blurr that made your head spin quite a lot.

„Y/N?“ Arthurs hand caressed your cheek „Are you okay?“

„Um…my head…“ you looked up to him, watching his frown grow.

„Itˋs the flashbacks coming in, isnt it?“

A silent nod was your answer, as he started to gently rub your back with the palm of his hand.

„Iˋm right here Y/N.“ a gentle kiss pressed upon your forehead. Nothing in this world hold more healing power than that.

„ Is there anything I can do for you?“

„Just hold me“ you whispered back.

„Count on it. I wonˋt go anywhere“ he mumbled, his lips wandering down to your temples. „Except….into the kitchen to make you some hot chocolate, what do you think?“ he grinned as he stood up. His thin figure always moving graceful, almost like there was something dancing inside of him. You wondered if it had to do with the music that was constatly playing in his mind. If actual melodies were causing these beautiful movements that never ceased to captivate you.

„Hmm, sounds wonderful“ you smiled, while watching him disappear into the kitchen. You could still see him from the couch and could have sworn he was humming. He was music, he was song. And you wanted to play his record over and over and over again. He was the song that needed to be played when the invisible darkness inside of you was taking over. The lullaby that helped you to find some rest at night, when the silence around you made your thoughts seem like endless screaming. Arthur was the soundtrack of your life. Every sad and every happy moment. Raw and uncensored.

You pulled a small notebook out of your pocket. Youˋve been writing your thoughts down lately, trying to get them in order. It was something Arthur was doing for years now and he recommented trying it out. Just to get it out of you sometimes. To bleed ink, like the poets used to call it. You turned the pages and realized how dark your writing had gotten the past few weeks. On some pages the date was missing and some were even torn or ripped out.

„Voi la, your hot chocolate, just as you like it“ Arthurs voice brought you back to the moment and you put your journal down. He was handing you his favourite cup. The one with his handwriting on it. He wanted to make it look like one of those Murray Franklin show cups he couldnˋt afford. The fact that he choose his comfort cup to serve your favourite drink warmed you from the inside, just like the first sip.

„Careful Y/N itˋs still hot.“

„Thank you, my baby“

Holding his cup in your hands felt heavenly. Like nothing could go wrong tonight.

Arthur didnt hesitate to get his cosiest blanket and cover you with it. A second later he crawled under it to join you. Thats when he found your pocket journal lying around. You totally forgot to put it back into place.

„Is that yours?“ he asked, while his knee was touching yours under the sheets.

„Yeah. I tried to get some stuff out of my head through writing, since you recommented it to me“

„Howˋsit going?“

You took another sip of the hot drink „Sometimes I feel better afterwards. And sometimes it doesnt seem to work at all.

Arthur nodded „Yeah I know that feeling all too well.“

„But you know whatˋs always helping?“

„Nah, what is it?“

„You. For you are my muffin.“

Arthur smiled from ear to ear „Your muffin, huh?“ it was easy to tell he was close to blushing.

„Or no…actually. You are my grape cake. Because grape cake is my favourite.“

Arthur playfully slapped your arm with the journal „Stop it!“ he laughed, but he actually wanted you to continue forever. He was someones favourite! Yours!

„Never!“ you teased him back.

„Okay, Iˋllbe fine with being your favourite whatever.“ Arthur shook his head in laughter. A geniue, heartfelt one which made the most beautiful wrinkles beneath his eyes even more visible. You could have stayed under this blanket forever, spending the rest of your life staring at his face. The dark eyebrows which framed his piercing eyes so perfectly,his beautifully structured nose and cheekbones. And his curly hair, which softened the sharp lines of his jaw.

You put the cup on the table and kissed Arthur on the corner of his mouth. A smirk formed immediately.

„You can read it if you want to“

„Your journal?“

„Yes“

„Are you sure? Isnˋt it…too personal or something?“

You disagreed. There was not a thought, no matter how dark or twisted you you wanted to keep from him, for he was the one who understood.

Arthur pulled you closer as your head sunk onto his chest. His chestnut colored sweater soft against your cheek.

Arthurs hands kept reading and turning the pages, he didnt say a word but disappeared into the depths of your mind. All he did was pulling you closer and closer, holding you tighter in his arms.

„Baby?“ you muttered into his chest.

„Huh?“

„I am sorry you have to read this…I know itˋs…dark.“

Your boyfriend put the pocket diary beside and started stroking your hair.

He knew the calming effect it had on you.

„Itˋs okay. I can deal with it. You know that.“

„But…“ you ankled your head to look him in the yes „…isnˋt it hard to read?“

Arthur placed a loving kiss on the tip of yur nose „No…it actually isnˋt because…it makes me feel understood. It shows me that I am not alone in this and… I can totally follow your thought process. Itˋs so familiar to mine.“

„Really?“

„You can read my diary too if you feel like it.

Arthur offering you to get a look into his most private thoughts touched you deeply. You told him how much it meant to you and he didnt hesitate to go to his desk, the one he used to write on late at night, when insomnia was keeping him awake again. The little corner in his living room where he would sit and smoke while writing jokes.

„Itˋs mostly jokes. Dark humor. And… thougts that had been running through my head, weird stuff mostly, I hope you donˋt find it disturbing…there are some drawings and…. Oh well…some brainstorming bout practicing my stand ups and shit… Sometimes I get the feeling I figured things out and then the next day Iˋll go through the pages, reading it again, realizing itˋs a mess. White noise on paper, you know? But I guess if anyone could understand…it has to be you.“

Your head was resting on his shoulders, while you were going through the pages. His gentle fingers didnt stopped stroking your hair for once. Not even after he lit himself a cigarette. His free hand eagerly continued to comfort you all through the evening.

His journal was filled with sadness and disappointment about life. But also with dreams he had, like going to California to play songs at the beach. It contained jokes, poetry and song lyrics. Doodles even. You could tell he was an artist at heart. And his sadness and hope would shine through his art. Honest and raw.

Reading his diary only made you love him even more.

One of the latest pages looked different than the others. It showed a drawing of two characters holding hands while walking along the beach. Right beneath it was written : My one and only person.

Arthur noticed how long you paused, just to stare at that certain page.

„Thats us! Do you like it?“ he asked, his hand now traveling down your neck, shoulders, collarbones,…

„Oh my god,baby. I donˋt even know what to say…“

Arthur leaned in to kiss you „Ist by far the happiest page in my journal.“

You wanted to express to him how much this meant to you. That somehow this simple drawing of two figures holding hands was everything. But you didnt knew how to. Words would truly fail to discribe. The darkness surrownding you felt lighter. It was still there but it didnt had so much power over you as before. If the perfect love letter existed, it was these two figures on one of the very last pages of his worn out diary. And while you still tried to think of what to say, you let your body speak instead.

Arthur watched you putting his journal underneath the pillows, before you gently pressed your mouth upon his upper lip. You could feel his scar, taste it, as he took your face between his hands to kiss you back. „Arthur….“ You whispered into his half opened mouth, as if it was a prayer. Your face felt save between his gentle fingers. You knew you could trust him with your life. Arthur slightly pulled back for a brief moment to lock eyes with you, just to see your reaction, your love drunk expression. You asked him to please donˋt stop.

„Love me Arthur….just….love me…“

He softly pressed his forehead against yours and slightly breathed out. The sensation of his warm breath ghosting across your skin soothed your mind.

Arthur smiled before his lips found yours again. He seemed to be at peace with himself and the moment, and you were too, as his taste filled your mouth and his true colors showed the moment you closed your eyes ,to give yourself to him compleately.

Arthurs hand slipped under your shirt, shy at first but with great desire. His hands warm against your chest. For a moment you held your breath, wondering if he could feel your heart racing. Being that close to him was the best feeling in the world. Having his taste and scent surrownding you, taking him in, becoming something wonderful and loved between his hands.

You could swear to see his lights shining through your eyelids as you lept them closed. It was like staring into yourself but seeing him at the same time. Truly seeing him. As everything he was. The way he deserved to be seen.

But from time to time you opened your eyes to look into his face. To witness his happiness and love drunk facial features. He was so in love with you and it showed with every movement, every glance of his intense,green eyes.

You adored him as he took off your shirt and bra. It was easy to tell he wasnˋt very experieced to do so. His head sunk between your breasts so his lips could explore every inch of you. Now he wasnˋt the only one being seen. He saw you too. His closeness was a different form of intimacy than youˋve ever experienced before. A connection on a soul level.

Arthurs fingers traveled further down, reaching the waistband of your pants.

„You are so beautiful“ he mubled , while your own fingers nervously started to unbotton his cardigan, his shirt….Until his bare chest was being exposed. Fragile yet beautiful. Like himself.

It was impossible to resist kissing the parts where his few, thin chest hair would tickle your lips. How could anyone ever wanted to hurt him?

Arthur gracefully placed himself on top of you, after your right hand tried to pull down his white underwear. „I wonˋt let anybody hurt you. Ever“ he whispered. „If anybody is hurting you, I swear….I will…“

„Shhhhht….baby“ you placed your index finger upon his mouth „I know.“

And when your bodies and minds melted together like one infinite dream, you knew that this love would protect you from anything.

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miraeluc · 4 years

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you have an eating disorder

prompt: “you never had issues with food - that is until your boyfriend makes a remark about your weight.”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female! reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: MAJOR TW!! anorexia, there’s swearing

genre: fluff, angst

NOTE: this is not proofread at all and it’s kinda short, i was struggling to finish it a lot, sorry :(

you were never one to pay special attention to your diet or anything

life is short, why spend it worrying about how your body looks?

food is food man, and you need it to live

there was no fun in dieting either, it’s not like you were ever fat anyway - with daily training you were in shape!

sure there were thinner girls, but like i mentioned, you just liked enjoying food without having to worry about losing weight all the time

your boyfriend, bakugo, just does not know how to express himself

he’s not the type to really pay any mind to your figure, he finds you pretty anyway

and its a plus anyway - whenever he feels full he can just push his plate towards you and you’ll gladly finish it for him

that is until one day

you were sitting with the baku squad at lunch

mina was telling you about a new tiktok trend she had stumbled upon and found hilarious

denki was currently fighting for his life against bakugo after saying his hair looked like he was just hit by an electricity quirk before he proceeded to zap him lightly

kirishima was regretting all of his life decisions when he decided to try and help denki

sero was just sat there,, recording it so he could show them just how stupid they looked afterwards

kirishima finally managed to pull said angry-boy away from kaminari

you always said he’s like a little angry pomeranian when angry lol

back to the plot omg i got carried away

after bakugo was calm enough to take his initial seat beside you, he was already too full and just overall not hungry

so he pushed his plate towards you

“eat up, fatass.” he grumbled out

you just looked up at him with wide doe-eyes, not expecting an insult to slip off his tongue

it was bakugo, what’d you expect lmao

you looked down at the plate, suddenly feeling very not hungry anymore, instead pushing the plate away as you grabbed your bag to stand up

“actually, i’ll head up to my room, i feel a bit sick”

you immediately left after that, not seeing the confused glances the table exchanged, mina smacking bakugo’s head

you went to your room and laid down, not knowing why bakugo’s comment had made you feel upset

you never get upset when he makes dumb remarks!!

so why now!!

you realised it when you were stood in front of the mirror, shirt lifted, staring at your own body

you did gain some weight.

you were upset at yourself because you usually didn’t mind!!

you know weight fluctuates, you know the small amount of chub you have will eventually pack it’s little bags and leave again

but it hurt because you wanted to be pretty for your boyfriend.

how could you be when he says you’re a fatass?

eventually, you ended up scrolling through your phone, looking at thin girls all day

you also looked up a few diets that worked very fast

by the time bakugo was aggressively knocking at your door you had closed all of the pages you were previously looking at

as soon as you swung the door open he strutted in, seating himself on your bed

“what was with you running off at lunch today?” he looked at you

you were still stood at your door like.... mm ok i guess make yourself at home

“huh? i told you, i felt a little sick.” you mumbled, closing the door again, it was getting late and you were not looking to be beheaded by aizawa

he scoffed “if you say so.” he laid down, kicking your blanket to the side

“i brought you some snacks - incase you got hungry..” he said, his face looking like >:(

he didn’t get them because he knew you liked them and wanted to make you happy! not at all!!

he just didn’t want to put up with you being whiny

that’s for sure the reason

you giggled, throwing yourself ontop of him - sounds of protest coming from him but he did wrap his arms around you

“since when are you so nice, katsuki?!” you teased

lol wrong move

in 0.01 seconds you were flipped over and held down as he started tickling you

“i’m not nice!”

the next morning you left extra early to avoid getting breakfast with bakugo

he didn’t seem to be bothered by it, he also has days where he just doesn’t feel like eating early in the morning so

it does start to bother him when that one day of skipping breakfast turned into every day

his google search bar is like

‘why does my gf not eat’

‘do girls not eat breakfast’

but this bitch is also too scared to approach you at first because he doesnt want you to know he truly cares

his ego is still too high for that

but you know better

you know he cares but sometimes you don’t feel good enough for him

you can’t help but compare yourself to other girls at your school

you distance yourself unknowingly, lost in the counting calories and exercising every day

everyone but you notices that you’re literally spiraling

you don’t notice that you look sick, skin paling and cheekbones getting more prominent every passing day

you don’t notice the growing eyebags under your eyes

all you notice is other pretty girls and how you want to look like them.

at first, your friends decide to give you some space, thinking that maybe you have to fix this within yourself and need space

and you do, but someone needs to snap you out of your little bubble

that someone is bakugo

so it goes like this

during training, he noticed your legs being a little more wobbly than usual

and he noticed that you were unfocused, not being able to dodge all of the enemies attacks

but something inside of him snaps when aizawa has to stop the fight because you were not even fighting back anymore

before aizawa even arrived in front of you, your world went black and you collapsed

bakugo was so angry at your training enemy

didn’t they fucking see your struggle??

did they really have to be stopped by their teacher??

would they even have stopped if it werent for aizawa??

probably not

but he didnt have time to go and yell at them because he was running towards you

aizawa let him pick you up

“bring her to recovery girl.”

of course he did

everyone watching was so shocked

because bakugo didn’t let out a sound the entire time

his face was pulled into a frown, as usual, but he wasn’t speaking- no, yelling

he showed past his classmates, walking towards recovery girl’s office

“ribbit, why was he so quiet?”

recovery girl was like ?!?!?! what the fuck happened when was the last time she ate

she had to give you a total parenteral nutrition

(that means nutrition/fluids are delivered into your body via a catheter placed in a vein of your body, usually lower arm)

when you woke up bakugo was sat next to the bed, reading the back of some medicine bottle he found there

when he noticed you awake he perked up a little, shoulders visibly relaxing

“what happened?”

he narrowed his eyes, wondering for a second if you were serious

“you’re starving yourself to near death, that’s what happened.”

you immediately grimaced

“did i pass out in front of everyone?”

“is that seriously what you’re worried about?!”

you remained quiet, looking away

“y/n, look at me.” he gently guided your head to face him

“i don’t know what drove you to do this to yourself, but i need you to stop. you’re going to die if you don’t stop. what idiot made you think you need to do this to yourself?! i’ll kill them!”

“you told me i was a fatass”

his jaw dropped

fuck

“you know i don’t mean when i insult you! i hide the fucking fact that i WANT you to eat by using insults! i’m so sorry..”

his voice went soft at the end

he truly felt so bad :(

he was the one that was supposed to protect you from others hurting you yet here he was, being the one that caused you to hink you weren’t worthy enough

“i know, but there’s so many much more prettier girls than me, i was afraid you’d lose feelings if i wasn’t thin enough.”

“are you kidding?! you’re the only one i have eyes for! all those other extra’s can fuck off, i don’t give a single shit about them!”

you were kinda tearing up

“do you promise?”

god, he felt so bad.

he sat on the edge of the bed, reluctantly pulling you in a hug

“i promise”

from that day on he made sure to remind you to eat meals, even if it was just something small

he ripped everyone’s heads off if they made a comment about your eating habits and/or weight

and he made sure you were the only one he loved

the day he saw you collapse something broke inside of him

it opened his eyes that hiding his emotions from you wouldn’t help you in your relationship

so while he supported you to build your feelings of self-worth and eating habits, you helped him start to open up, teaching him that showing emotions wasn’t embarassing

no one else knew how soft he could get with you and it should stay that way

you had a long way to go but it was all worth it in the end

he was your little angry pomeranian <33

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2jaeh · 4 years

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INSUFFERABLE l KIM DOYOUNG

GENRE: mature theme, slight smut

WARNINGS: choking, dom themes, cursing

asshole! Doyoung , enemies to ???

Words : 4k

You’re put in a group project with the most annoying pretentious jerk your law class had to offer. Immediately Doyoung tries to boss you around but you being you, you weren’t taking his shit...soon enough he finds out he can dominate you after all...in a very different way.

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“Theres no fucking way...no fucking way” you groaned looking at your group project list, eyes narrowing on possibly the worst people within your course year. Slumping in your seat you half smiled at the girl who approached you, one of your fellow members from project hell.

“Heyyy y/n I think we're in a group together” she grinned and took a seat next to you, flipping her red hair over her shoulder and checked herself out in her mirror covered cellphone.

Dami was probably the most narcissistic person you'd ever met and being in law, it was definitely a common trait around here. Dami sat up and began tapping you on your shoulder frantically “He’s in our group! Kim Doyoung is in our group” the two of you watched as the dark haired man conversed with the lecturer, casually turning back to look at the table where you guys sat, in annoyance.

“That guy is such a prick” a guy who slid in the desk behind you, Seungmin said and Dami nodded in agreeance as you all continued to watch him.

“Ive never really spoken to him before” you cocked your head, “What’s so annoying about him?”

This time another group member joined in, a quieter girl who normally sat in the back Jisoo, cleared her throat, “He is really bossy and only likes to do things his own way.”

‘Well he is about to meet his worst nightmare’ you thought knowing nothing pissed you off more than someone telling you what to do.

The muffled conversations around you began to soften as you felt someone stand over you and drop a file on your desk. Looking up, you locked eyes with the one and only Kim Doyoung, dressed in his usual black slacks, black turtleneck and clear rimmed spectacles. He raised his eyebrow at you as if you were supposed to guess what he wanted.

“What ?” you challenged him, folding your arms across your chest and returned an eyebrow raise.

Doyoung sighed in annoyance, his long slender fingers moved across the file and opened it swiftly, “I want you to do roll call” he said coldly.

A lump formed in your throat. You felt like you were being talked down to, it was something that infuriated the hell out of you. He wasn't older than you, nor was he getting better grades than you but somehow he had a superiority complex. Dami quickly nudged you and you rolled your eyes, “Seungmin ?”

“Here!”

“Jisoo ?” you placed a tick as you called out each name.

“Dami, Jangjun…?” you looked around and noticed that the usually loud comedic relief in your classroom was nowhere to be seen.

“I think Jangjun is late, i’ll text him” Seungmin sighed and pulled out his phone. You turned back to the roll call sheet and pursed your lips, “Kim Doyoung ?”

Doyoung just looked down at you, sucking in his bottom lip and raised that damn eyebrow at you again.

“You need to say ‘here’ do you not know how roll call works ?” you tested him and he rolled his eyes and sighed, “here.”

You smiled to yourself, completely satisfied with pissing him off when your internal celebration was interrupted by an out of breath Jangjun, who threw his bag on the floor and took a seat on Dami’s desk. Doyoung looked at him disgustingly, and even though you too were obviously annoyed by Jangjun’s tardiness, was that reaction really necessary ?

“Be on time” Doyoung sneered and grabbed the roll call file making his way back to the lecturer.

“Fuck Kim Doyoung is in this group ?” Jangjun groaned, sharing the sentiments of the entire meeting. You couldnt believe these were the people you had to work with for the week. It's like you could almost feel an outburst waiting to happen, whether it be from you or Kim Doyoung.

Doyoung returned and took out his phone, not really looking at any of you as he spoke, “we should make a group chat to update each other on work”

The group hastily shared each other's details and Doyoung created the chat and pinned a set of three rules.

The first was the group was strictly to be used for the project, no small talk or any other messages that weren't related to the project. The second rule was that no one talks about the group content in private chats as it will cause confusion among members. Lastly you weren't allowed to message after 9pm unless it was an emergency, a very serious emergency.

“Dang is this the military ?” Jangjun snickered as Seungmin and Dami tried their best to hide their laughs. It was typical of people like Dami and Jangjun to not take anything seriously. Their families were well off and they were just studying just for a piece of paper you call a degree. Doyoung couldn't even hide his annoyance, not like he ever did but he seemed particularly pissed off today.

“Look, just follow the rules and all of you get a free pass and then we never have to speak to each other again” Doyoung spat and made his way to the exit leaving the rest of you in utter shock.

———

The first two days were utter hell as Doyoung tried to take control of almost every aspect of the project and frankly you didn't even mind because his business proposal was flawless, it was just the way he spoke to all of you that drove you insane.

“Dami its not fucking rocket science all you need to do is make a clientele spreadsheet with the mock list the professor gave us” Doyoung didnt even lift his head from his laptop, unaware of the impact his words had on her.

Dami pushed away from the desk and her eyes began to well up and before you knew it she was running out of the library, with Jisoo and Seungmin following quickly out of concern.

“Nice move asshole” you rolled your eyes, continuing to work on your laptop.

Doyoung peered up and pushed his spectacles up, “what was that?”

“I said nice move asshole, do you intend to talk to your future clients like that?” He initiated a different kind of anger from you but you managed to keep your cool. Doyoung shrugged as if what he had said to Dami had not carried any weight and continued typing away.

A few minutes of the members disappearance quickly turned to an hour and Doyoung’s nonchalance about the whole ordeal really ticked you off to the point of slamming your laptop closed and pushed back from the desk.

Doyoung quirked his eyebrow at you, “Is something wrong ?”

“Is something wrong” you mimicked him, “Jangjun hasn't come in today because you sent him on multiple errands, and you just made Dami cry over something so ridiculous”

Doyoung sat back in his seat and rubbed his temples, “They're all freeloaders, you and I are the only ones doing work, why do you care so much about them?”

“Basic human fucking decency maybe?” you groaned and ran your fingers through your hair, “listen im not like them, i'm not gonna take shit from you”

“Sure”

“Youre a fucking asshole Kim Doyoung.”

—-

You lay in bed and replayed that scene with Doyoung in your head multiple times. He was so unbothered by your antics nor did he care about anyone's feelings within the group. He was cold, heartless all he thought about was himself. His cold expression was practically engraved in your head, spending all these hours with him was really not your favourite pastime.

Group 7 gc 7:00pm

KDY: I posted a schedule for tomorrow we will be working in pairs on the highlighted sections.

You took a look at his document and groaned when you saw your name placed next to his. There was no way, no way in hell you want to work with him one on one. Not caring about breaking his rule, you pulled up a private chat with him and began expressing your concerns.

y/n x KDY : 7:10pm

Y/N: Hi, there's no fucking way in hell am I working with you. Change It.

KDY: I said no private chats and no, I'm not changing it.

Y/N: Wouldn't it be better for us to split and have the others actually DO work for once ?

KDY: I barely gave them room for error, we're going to be the most anyway and besides, I'd prefer someone who can handle...my personality.

Y/N: …..so you agree..you are an asshole ?

KDY: I give people a reality check that's all..

Y/N: whatever makes you sleep at night...can I atleast choose our work venue because If I were stuck in a library again with you I might kill you.

KDY: haha..

KDY: sure.

Y/N: mango drop cafe, 10am.

KDY: cool, see you then.

‘Haha’. You had no idea why that text in particular riled you up. Did he find all of this amusing ? Was he making everyone's life a living hell because he enjoyed it ? You stared at his messages and somehow ended up on his profile picture. He was leaning against a railing dressed in all black with his hooded eyes concentrated on the camera lense, Your realization of how attractive he was came from the fact that you stared at the picture for a good 20 minutes. You wondered who took the picture, a girlfriend maybe ? You shook your head. He seemed too uptight to be getting laid. You sighed, closing your phone and awaited yet another day with the insufferable gorgeous man that was Kim Doyoung.

You arrived quite early at the cafe but of course Doyoung was here before you, already typing away at his laptop, in his usual attire. You greeted the barista and placed an order for a chilled cafe latte before making your way over to him.

“Hey” you said simply and took a seat opposite him in the booth. Doyoung’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and made room for your books on the table.

“You're here early”

“You're already picking a fight with me?” you said casually setting up your workspace.

Doyoung chuckled under his breath and shook his head, “I just didn't expect you this early y/n it's not that serious.”

You ignored his words and got straight to work, not in the mood to play his little game. You felt Doyoung look at you a few times. You weren't sure if it were to check if youre doing the right thing or he was just looking at you.

“Well i'm done with my part” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned.

“Yeah I'm pretty much done too, Do you want another cup of coffee ?” Doyoung offered pointing to your empty cup. You were taken back by his softer demeanor but quickly nodded, “uh yeah sure.”

Doyoung returned carrying a tray of two fresh cups of coffee and a slice of cheesecake. Setting everything down he handed you the extra fork and placed the cheesecake in the middle of the table to make it easier to share.

“H-how much do I owe you ?” You fumbled in your bag for your wallet.

“It's okay, it's my treat” Doyoung replied, placing a piece of cheesecake in his mouth and slowly licking the fork clean. You gulped as his tongue darted out carefully licking the cream from the metal, not leaving any residue behind. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you felt hot, almost claustrophobic.

“You're okay?” Doyoung asked innocently, unaware of what he was doing to you.

“Why are you being...nice?” You questioned, knitting your eyebrows together as the man continued to act as if this was his usual behavior.

Doyoung pursed his lips and placed the fork on the plate, “You want me to be mean to you?”

“No I just don't get-”

“I apologized to Dami and she told me she only overreacted because the guy she likes, Seungmin was there” Doyoung explained and removed his spectacles, “she was embarrassed to ask anyone for help, I paired them up for today.”

“Wait wha-”

“Also Jangjun works at the campus radio” Doyoung continued, “I had only found out the day we all met, I gave him tasks that will allow him more flexibility, that way he doesn't have to join group sessions often.”

You blinked, unable to form any words in order to reply to Doyoung. Especially after he chuckled at your speechlessness, knowing you didn't bother getting his side of the story at first.

“You were right y/n I dont have to be an asshole all the time, I just like to get my work done” He shrugged. You kept eye contact with him but somehow it felt as if he were still toying with you, waiting on your next reaction. He seemed like he played this game often, making sure he always had the upper hand. Doyoung seemed relaxed as he stared at you, taking another scoop of the cheesecake and slowly ran his tongue over his lips after his bite. What the fuck was he doing ?

“Y/N ?” you heard a familiar voice come from the entrance of the cafe. Your attention diverted from Doyoung to the blonde haired boy who began approaching your table.

“Jungwoo ? oh my God what are you doing here ?” You stood up and pulled him into a tight hug and pecked his cheek. Doyoung shifted awkwardly in his seat as he watched your exchange with the stranger.

“I got off early from class about to go to Subway, are you still doing that group project thing?” Jungwoo looked over at your table and half smiled at Doyoung who tried to distract himself with his phone.

“Uh yeah but i'm all done here I think, wanna hang out ?” you hooked arms with Jungwoo as he nodded enthusiastically. You turned around and scratched the back of your head,

“So...uh”

“Were all done you can go, I have somewhere to be anyway” Doyoung smiled as you slowly began packing up your things.

“Alright, see you tomorrow I guess” you bid your goodbye and headed out for lunch with Jungwoo.

—-

You had just finished up your skincare routine and caught up with a few instagram posts when you noticed Doyoung had followed you. Sitting up in bed you scrolled through his feed curiously. Every post was aesthetically pleasing and he looked absolutely hot in every single one of them. He had to have a girlfriend right ? No guy posts pictures this good without women flooding his DMs.

There was no harm in doing the same since he was in your class, you decided to return the follow and close the app. Suddenly your phone vibrated with a new message in your chats.

Y/N X KDY 10:30pm

KDY: hey

Y/N: aren't you breaking two of your rules right now ?

KDY: haha

KDY: I didn't realize what time it was…

Y/N: ….anyways..is this about work at least ?

KDY: kinda… you left one of your books at the cafe. I have it with me.

Y/N: oh… thank you.

KDY: no prob...oh I hope its not a problem I added you on ig

Y/N: no its okay we are friends I guess

KDY: haha I thought I was the insufferable asshole..

Y/N: you are...but not all the time. Look im sorry for saying shitty things about you.

KDY: its all good.

KDY: …….

Y/N: ..whats up?

You twirled your fingers as you watched the three dots from Doyoung pop up and disappear over and over again. What was taking him so long ?

KDY: that guy….that you met at the cafe..is he your boyfriend ?

Y/N: Jungwoo ? no way we've been friends since high school.

KDY: oh..

Y/N:....why would you even ask that ?

KDY: curious.

Y/N: curious about who I'm dating ??

KDY: A little.

You frowned at your phone and noticed Doyoung had changed his profile picture to a selfie. The picture was..something alright. You bit down on your lip as you enlarged the picture, which showed a wet haired Doyoung with his head resting in his palm and his long index finger was placed between his plump lips.

“Fuck y/n get yourself together” you gave yourself a pep talk before opening his chat back up again.

Y/N X KDY 10.54PM

Y/N: fine if you can ask a question can I ask one..

KDY: go ahead

Y/N: who do you keep thirst trapping for ?

KDY: ….haha thirst trapping ?

Y/N: Yeah who do keep posting these hot pics for huh

KDY: …..

KDY: You think i'm hot ?

Fuck. Why did you word it that way. You groaned immediately regretting sending that message but something in you was so curious about him you decided to just risk it, what was the worst that could happen ?

Y/N: well yeah, I mean I'm sure everyone thinks you're attractive, you seem to know it too.

KDY: wow.

KDY: I think you're hot too.

What the hell was going on. You felt your face heat up and you placed your pillow in between your legs as you turned on your side.

KDY: I was almost disappointed when I thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend, he's way too passive.

Y/N: ...and what makes you think you know what kind of man I need ?

KDY: hmmm

KDY: first of, with that fucking attitude of yours..A dominate one.

You swallowed hard as you felt a tingle in your stomach, squeezing your thighs together on the pillow to create more friction.

Y/N: I could say the same for you.

KDY: You may think youre dominate in many aspects...but when it comes to fucking..im the one in charge.

God you hated how hot that sounded. He had you in the palm of his hand through text. You were a mess and he wasn't even the room to fuel it. You wanted him so fucking bad it was insane.

Y/N: running your mouth doesn't equate to doing it you know...

KDY:.....

KDY: then would you like me to show you ?

Everything happened so damn fast. One minute you two were texting the next minute you were sharing your apartment location and Doyoung was on his way over. You scrambled to put on sexier underwear and do your hair, still in shock by the fact that Doyoung was on his way over to bang you.

You jumped when you heard the doorbell and realized it was him. Opening the door you were greeted to a very different look of Doyoung. His hair was messy and reached his eyes. Instead of his usual black academic attire he wore a loose white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, along with a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Hi” Doyoung smirked, his eyes were dark as he scanned your figure.

“Hi” you responded, leaning against the wall in the hallway and looked up at him. Doyoung slowly approached you, like a lion circling its prey. His slender fingers danced lightly along your body, drawing a line from your waist until he found your throat and wrapped his cold fingers around it. He bit down on his lip as he studied how perfectly his hand looked around it and squeezed gently, smirking after hearing a soft moan emit from you.

“I want you to do as I say, any back chat from you will get you punished you got that ?” he brought his lips down to your neck and exhaled.

You nodded in response but that wasn't good enough for Doyoung. You felt his squeeze on your throat once more and he used his hips to pin you against the wall, “use your words” he gritted his teeth.

“Yes sir” you replied obediently, and felt him smile against your neck.

“Good girl, and if i'm too rough let me know so I can stop okay ?” he replied, his voice changed and it was much sweeter and genuine than before. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek when you nodded and led you to the bed.

Doyoung lay you on the bed, already stripping off his shirt and ordered you to undress yourself and rid him off his sweatpants. You bit down on your lip taking notice of how aroused he was when you palmed his member.

Doyoung watched you through hooded eyes as you discarded his sweatpants and boxers. He softly patted your head and grabbed a tuft of your hair in order to make you look up at him.

“Spit” he ordered, and held out his hand and you did as you were told. You watched as he lathered himself with it, moaning as he stroked himself. He was so damn sexy, biting down on lip and slowly pleased himself as you watched.

“Do you want this inside you sweetheart ?” he cooed and placed a finger under chin.

You nodded quickly, “Yes please”

“What do you want me to do baby ?” He purred and hovered over you as you lay on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers moved against your warm skin, tracing your curves, ghosting over your heat and returning back to your lips to insert a digit inside.

Doyoung watched diligently as you sucked on his finger like the good girl he knew you were. He finally pulled his finger out and with one swift movement entered with his member before you could even respond to his question. You moaned as he quickly slammed his hips into yours, wasting no time in gaining a rhythm as you marked his back with scratch marks feeling as though you were on a high.

Doyoung fucked you like a pro, wasting no time to switch positions and had you on all fours, slapping your ass before slamming into you again, that pretentious smirk forming on his face as he heard your whimpers asking him for more.

“Are you ready to cum sweetheart ?” he asked, pulling you up as his strokes became slower and tugged on your ear with his teeth.

“Y-yes yes i'm ready” you panted.

“What's the magic word ?” he growled as he grabbed your throat and slowed down his pace as you were nearing your climax.

“Fuck youre so annoying PLEASE, please let me cum Doyoung fuck”

Doyoung chuckled and picked up his pace until you finally climaxed and he followed shortly after, collapsing in the bed next to you.

“You have such an attitude God” he rolled his eyes playfully, bringing the blanket over your bodies and grinned when you moved in to cuddle him.

“I guess you will have to fix that some time” you yawned and wrapped your arm around his waist, “but I have to admit, maybe I do enjoy the insufferable Kim Doyoung bossing me around once in a while.”

#doyoung smut #nct doyoung smut #nct smut #nct127 smut #kim dongyoung #nct scenarios #NCT127 scenario #doyoung fic #doyoung au #kpop smut #nct drabble #nct angst #nct au #doyoung scenarios

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mitsubitchiee · 4 years

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Sweet and Spicy lol

Pairing: Mammon x f!MC

Cw: smut (pretty vanilla), afab mc

Summary: porn w/o plot. but like, loving and soft porn? Lots of feelings and making each other feel good.

Preface: So! I didnt finish it. I started writing this like... 4 months ago? lmaooo i dunno if ill ever complete it at this point?? But i alrd wrote like 3000 words of it so i thought ill just post it like this. Just heads up, it cuts off pretty abruptly in the middle of spicy times hdhsh Its also not edited ofc. Ill use the fact that im not usually a writer as an excuse for this jssgp

Mammon’s bedroom door closed behind them as the two walked into the space, her feet headed straight to the couch in the middle of the room. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms just about ready to flop onto the sofa when she felt arms wrapping around her middle. Sighing, she leaned into the heat pressing against her back, resting one hand on his and the other combing through his hair. Mammon had his head buried in her shoulder, taking in her scent that had always soothed him.

“Thanks for having my back down there… What would I do without ya?” His voice was muffled by her shoulder but she heard him loud and clear as she felt soft lips pressing against the skin near the base of her neck. She hummed. “Just another day, right?” she chuckled, turning in his arms to face him. He was tired. It was one of those days when it was all too much for him, the witches, his work and his brother’s relentless insults.

Most days he could take it, he would take it, whether it was because he knew he deserved it or because he was just so used to it, he wasn’t sure. But something changed when she came. She showed him kindness that he had never really been treated to before. She touched him so gently, so lovingly and he didn't know how to take it. When she kissed him, he could’ve sworn he still had his angel wings fluttering behind him. He had never noticed just how tired he was. He never stopped to see how the insults had really affected him until she came. Until she brought the whole world around him to a stop and made him feel like the center of her universe. She looked at him like he was the most precious treasure in all three realms and she cried at the scars that he didn't even notice he had. And then he couldn’t stop noticing it. He felt it every time he was insulted and every time the witches extorted him, every time someone took advantage of him. He learned to recognise it, and every time he does, he just wants to be in her arms. He wants to be held and to be doted on and cared for and ...loved. And he loved her with every fiber of his being, even when he knows he isn’t good at showing it, even when he doubts that he is worthy of loving her, he could never push her away. He would take whatever she was willing to give him even if it's just -

“You okay?”

Mammon hadn’t noticed how he was leaning onto her hand that was holding his cheek. She saw his face turn into the familiar shade of red as he nodded. She smiled, giving him time to speak. “Can I…” his eyes averted and she had a feeling she knew what he wanted, but let him finish anyway. “...can i kiss you?” Her smile grew and she felt her heart grow in her chest. He had never made a move without her consent, never without asking and maybe that was the reason she felt so safe with him. But she needed him to know that he could ask for or initiate affection whenever he needed. She gently pushed his cheek to get him to look at her before closing the distance between them. As their lips met he felt the breath that he had been holding escape in a sigh, melting into the touch. He felt her hands snaking into his hair, pleasantly scratching his scalp the way she knew he liked. His hand that was resting on her waist made its way to the nape of her neck, cradling her head that was tilted up to reach him. In that moment he felt an immense wave of love flood over him. This human, this tiny, fragile human was the source of his comfort. His human was there, standing on her tiptoes to reach him, hands combing his hair to soothe him, kissing him as if to tell him everything is alright and there's nothing but the two of them in this universe.

He bent down more than he already had, letting her feet rest comfortably on the ground. Without breaking the kiss, he gently guided her to the back of his sofa, lifting her to sit on it. She squeaked a bit in surprise before pulling back with a laugh. Both of her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him there with his forehead on hers. “Did that make you feel better?” She nuzzled her nose against his, feeling the delightful breath of air that escaped him when he chuckled. “Not yet. I might need one more” his tone was playful, but his eyes were genuine and almost pleading. With a hum, she connected their lips again, revelling in the feeling of his lips against hers, tasting hints of whatever sweet desert they both had after dinner. Teeth grazed her bottom lip, biting gently on the soft flesh, asking for permission. Mammon was never the quietest even in tender moments like these. Her head spins at the sounds of contentment he makes no matter how many times she had heard it before. In the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help her own whimper and she found herself rotating her head, wanting more of him. Her hands travel down his chest, caressing his sides. A growl escaped his throat, feeling his greed slowly growing inside him. He wanted more.

The two separated, gasping for air but a smile was plastered on their faces, eyes half lidded and pupils blown. “Mammon…” she bit her lip where he had done so before, her hands tugging at his leather jacket, urging him to get it off. He chuckled, pleased at her eagerness, letting his jacket pool on the floor under him. He basked in the way she ran her hands down from his shoulder to his exposed arms and finally to his hands which she took to her lips, placing kisses on his knuckles. He swallowed, somehow more flustered by this innocent gesture than the make out session they were just having. She loves me. The thought sent him reeling and his heartbeat picking up. He watched her hands reaching to the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that she could nibble on the soft skin on the base, pecking anywhere she could reach. Fuck, she loves me. Trailing up his neck, she gave a teasing tug to his earlobe with her teeth, kissing the spot right after. She really-

“I love you” her voice was a whisper right against his ear, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. He grunted, eyes shut tight, forehead pressing against her shoulder. He couldn’t handle this. “Ya drive me crazy, y’know that?” Before she could answer, he picked her up and carried her to his bed. She giggled, holding on to him tight before she felt herself being placed on the bed, her back resting against the headboard. Her eyes locked on to his as he made his way closer to her. “I love ya too” he grinned, settling down with his legs straddling her thighs, making sure he doesn’t rest his full body weight on her. Being so close, it took all he had within him to not take her right then and there, but he had to be sure she wanted it too. As if reading his thoughts, she guided his hand to rest on the skin just under her shirt, sighing at his coldness on her warm skin. She brought her face close to his so that he could feel the words she would say. “Then show me,”. At that, he let go of his restraints and let himself indulge in the desire to touch her, to taste her and to let her know just how much he loved her.

A chaste kiss quickly turned heated as he felt her hands roaming his body. The soft caress of her fingertips on the skin of his abdomen sent shivers running down his back and he couldn’t help the sound that came from his throat. He pulled away from the kiss, bringing his lips to her jaw, down her neck before separating to let her pull his shirt off. One of her hands rested on his waist, drawing circles with her thumb while the other traced the outline of his jaw. “You’re perfect, Mammon” she sighed, taking in the sight in front of her. Mammon huffed, not knowing how to respond except to go back to kissing her neck. He nibbled and bit into the spot he knew has her gasping each time and sure enough, she gasped, her hands gripping his waist trying to ground herself. He drank in all of her sharp inhales, her sighs and her whimpers as his hand traveled up her tummy, circling to her back and tugging on the clasps of her bra, getting them loose. A moan ripped through the air when his hands cupped one of her breasts, teasing her nipple. The sound egging him on even more, finally pulling her shirt and bra off, tossing them away.

“Gorgeous” He breathed, continuing his trail from her collarbones, hands roaming her top half, not wanting an inch of skin to be left untouched. She didn’t bother covering up her sounds, knowing just how much he liked hearing them. His growing erection didn’t go unnoticed as she cursed under her breath, feeling him harden against her. Her hand slipped in between their two bodies to feel the bulge over his jeans and she bit her lip, feeling herself getting excited by the thought of him. Mammon whined, rutting against her hand begging for more friction. His lips didn’t stop their descent down her front even as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, trying to pull them down impatiently. He slipped out of them swiftly, tossing them away. Before he could do the same to hers, she had wrapped her fingers around his length, causing him to hiss. Slow strokes up and down his cock had him gritting his teeth, a hand resting on the headboard beside her head to support himself and another gripping her shoulder. “Fuck, babe” He moaned her name as her hands stroked the head of his cock deliciously. “So pretty, Mammon.” He had his lips slightly parted, pretty sounds escaping from it, eyes intoxicated and his beautiful toned body bare, just for her. It’s a view she could never get tired of.

With a grunt, he pulled away from her touches, panting lightly, ignoring the throbbing in his member from the sudden absence of friction. “Let me make ya feel good first” he looked into her eyes, searching for even the smallest bit of discomfort but all he saw was her nodding, her lips pulled into a shy smile. "Mmh, please" she sighed as cool air made contact with the skin of her bottom half once Mammon helped her out of her pants and underwear. With a little ushering from his hand, she spread her legs, feeling both embarrassed and excited by him being able to see all of her. A hand slid down her folds and she could feel herself tighten from that touch alone. Heavy breaths escape her as he traced up and down, thoroughly soaking his fingers with her wetness. "Fuck, you're this wet already" Mammon growled, feeling himself twitch at the thought of her getting so wet because of him. Only him. He prodded at her entrance before feeling his finger almost being sucked into her heat. He curled his finger, searching for the spot she liked best. "S-shit" her head was thrown back, grunting at the feeling of his long finger inside her knowing just where to hit. Another finger was pushed in and she swore her fingers could never do what he did to her. He kept his pace slow, focusing on her reactions wanting to pleasure her more.

Shifting his position, he brought his face near her core and she could feel his breath so close to her. He licked a stripe from her entrance up to her clit, moaning at her taste and the loud gasp that he heard coming from her. "Mammon…" she felt her walls clenching on his fingers as he continued to lick her clit over and over, her hand tightly gripped on his hair and pushing her hips up to grind against him more. His tongue drove her crazy, flicking and sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves all the while his fingers rubbing at the sensitive spots inside her. He feasted on her like it was his last meal, greedy for more of her sounds and eager to please. The fingers inside her never stopped pumping in and out, gaining speed over time. “Y-your tongue, fuck!” the hand she had on his head pushed down, a silent beg for him not to stop. He felt her walls tighten as she sang his name, cumming around his fingers. Mammon made sure to catch a glimpse of her face as she came, before slowly pulling out of her heat. He sat up and pressed his palm over her hole, still feeling her throb and easing her out of the orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Ya taste so fucking good”

She opened her eyes as she calmed down, seeing him lick off the mess she made around his mouth. A wave of affection took over her as she pulled on his arm, guiding him closer before joining their lips together. She tasted herself on him as his tongue met hers. Mammon felt his chest being pushed gently and he pulled away. Next thing he knew, he was on his back and she was on top of him, peppering kisses down his chest. He writhed at the words of praise that were whispered against his skin. “You’re so good to me, Mammon. You know just how to make me go crazy for you” her hand was already on his dick, stroking slowly up and down. She hummed, pleased at how hard he had gotten, feeling her mouth start to water.

A kiss to the tip of his leaking head had him groaning, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. His other hand combed through her hair, gesturing how good she was being as her lips parted around his cock, sucking and licking the head. Her tongue traced back and forth along the bottom of the head before taking more of him into her. He was big. So big her jaw opened near its limits when she took him in and out of her mouth. She stroked the length that she couldn’t fit, feeling a little irritated at not being able to take all of him. With a groan she shifted her position so that his cock was angled straight to her throat. Mammon watched her intently and his breath hitched as he realised what she was doing. He sat up so that he was resting on his ass instead of his elbow. She took him into her mouth again, all the way to the back, wiggling her head to get him deeper, to have all of him inside her. His hands clutch at the sides of her head, assisting her down to the base, his cock twitching at how eager she is to take him. The press of his cock at the back of her throat made her eyes water, but the loud moans that left Mammon made her want to keep it there. She looked up at him, mouth still filled, and he felt his pride swell at the sight of her. “Holy shit, baby. Ah... You’re taking me so well- mmmh... fuck” His voice was hoarse and he spoke between moans. She bobbed her head in shallow movements, loving the way he bucked his hips and moaned praises her way.

She lifted her head slowly, coughing as she pulled out before looking up at him, licking her lips. “Yummy,” her voice was rough and she was breathing heavy to catch her breath. He took her face into his hands, brushing back the stray hairs stuck to her forehead. “My good girl, taking all of me like that. You’re so good to me” Feeling a gush of wetness escape her at his words, she climbed on top of his lap, rubbing herself on his cock earning her a low growl from Mammon. Their lips meet again in a passionate kiss, needy, greedy for each other. Her pussy felt so awfully empty, desperate for him. “Mammon...please, i need you” in any other situation she would have been embarrassed at the desperation in her whine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about that right then. Mammon wanted so badly to be inside her too, he only growled in response before guiding his tip to her entrance. She slowly sinks herself onto him, back arching, mouth gaping and hands clutching his shoulders to keep balance. A drawn out moan escaped her when her hips were flush against his. He had his face buried in the crook of her neck, cursing at the tightness around him. For a moment they were still, relishing in the feeling of being connected, arms wrapped around one another, bodies pressed against each other, pure bliss. His lips scrambled to find hers, his feverish need for more only slightly satiated from the kiss.

Use your imagination for the rest ;) ⭐ ...i am so sorry but i did warn you it was gonna end abruptly

#mammon smut #obey me smut #obey me thirst #obey me mammon #yeah... idek what to say...#i tried to write smth ok!!! that counts for smth right?#o-<-<#mitsu's thirsty

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hobilluvvr · 3 years

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lost ocean troubles | 2

college au! sub!armin x dom!reader

words - 2.7k

warnings - vomit, blood, mentions of abuse , injuries

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so incredibly sorry for this late update but testing season is approaching and I need to study sadly :/ this part is very rough with spelling errors and grammar but will be revised later !

please enjoy this update and constructive criticism is always welcomed :D . If you want to be added to the tag list please don’t hesitate to ask !

taglist - @haikyoonn @kenmas-nintendoswitch

The flowers had this magnificent pale blue color to them, the sun hitting them just at the right angle and the sage leaves accented the stem, the weight of the beautiful petals making the stem slightly wilt downwards .

this piqued armins interest, so much so that he walked towards them , feet trudding against the soft sand. As he comes close the overwhelming smell of coconut with a hint of sea saltseasalt overwhelmes his senses, his nose srunching up in question, the scent resembling of clean linen,a quite odd observation , even more so for a flower .

Just as he reaches to pick the flower up, the sun all of the sudden blazes furiously, the rays bouncing everywhere and blinding armin, now groaning as he squirms in abrupt discomfort. His feet dig at the sand … or what was the sand… the feeling of plush fabric instead meeting his skin, surrounding his body in comfort and warmth.

Snuggling further into this random source of heat, the sudden realization hits him. His eyes open the tiniest bit and he stops for a moment … this isnt the beach… in fact he’s laying on a bed… an unknown bed

At this his body jolts upward and armin frantically looks around his surroundings, the white pillows and the grey blanket not correlating in his mind as his. ‘This isnt my room’ the panic quickly sets in, quickly throwing the blanket aside and standing up abruptly which proves to be a grave mistake as a headache and the urge to vomit surges up his throat.

He clutches his stomach as he runs to the bathroom ,quickly kneeling over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach, the acidity already making his throat burn angrily. The sound of quick footsteps echo the walls and he goes to turn his head towards the door when the second round of bile threatens to escape his throat.

His ingers clutch the toilet ,violently puking when a second presence is felt . armin feels someone kneel next to him and gently rub at his back

“Its okay , its okay ,let it all out “ you push his bangs away from his face while the other hand rubs at his back . armin lifts his head up ,groaning as he moves away from the toilet feeling his head throb way too violently.

You hand him the cup of water and pain killer you set down when you entered the bathroom

“Here take this, dont move too much . your head is most likely killing you” he takes the items and pops the pill in his mouth quickly downing it with the water. When he sets the cup down he looks at you ,eyes squinting, clearly confused

“Where am i ?”

You chuckle lightly, standing up and lean against the counter “you dont remember anything do you huh?” the boy sitting on the floor thinking ...

Suddenly armin visibly stiffens, his cheeks flushing “uh w-ww di-idnt do i-it ,rig-ght?” his eyes all of the sudden finding great interest on the floor tiles .

You give him a light smile and laugh even louder this time “no, no we didnt ,dont worry about that. Here cmon” you reach out a hand to lift him up off the floor

He takes your hand sheepishly ,shoulders relaxing in relief, his red cheeks calming down “ then what happened? Why am i here ?” he asks following you out of the bathroom and into the room.

You cringe at the events that happened the previous night and you wonder if you should tell him everything. You head over to your drawers and open them, turning your back to the stumbling boy “well you got extremely wasted and this creep saw that you were alone and he tried messing with you but i took care of it”

your hands clench harshly at the shirt you were holding thinking about the old fuck. God humans can be pieces of shit

“Oh.” armins bit his lip and he desperately tried to remember exactly what happened , your answer being quite vague , but this did nothing but make his head throb once again . wincing in pain he goes to lifts his hand up to hold his head when he notices the bandages around his wrists ‘what happened ?did i get injured ?’

After picking out what you needed , you turned to face him and you catch his line of sight , looking at his wrists . as if you heard what his thoughts you say “ the perv was being really aggressive towards you and he injured you quite badly but i brought you up to my apartment and fixed you up a bit “giving him a warm smile you hold out the clothes you had previously searched for

“ here , take this and clean your self up a bit then i can take you home, yeah ? you got a little bit of a stain forming on you “ you chuckle, head nodding towards the vomit on the shirt before walking out ,leaving him in the room alone

His eyes widen at your comment immediately rushing to the bathroom and sure enough his vomit is all over the shirt , the mirror reminding him of his earlier commotion . armin sighs in embarrassment ,blue eyes scanning his appearance, finally now knowing how much of a hot mess he looks like . he notices another bandage on his face, his cheek specifically , a bit of blood staining the white bandage along with another few scratches all over his face.

His finger traces around his facial injuries ‘wow, what exaclty happened last night ?’

He shakes his head , not wanting his head to pound again, instead just focusing his attention on the shirt you gave him noticing that it looks similar to the dirty one he is wearing currently.

‘Oh god …..dont tell me …. Im wearing her clothes ‘ the realization hits him and his ears turn an angry shade of red. ‘God how much more of a burden can he be to you ?’ he groans before closing the bathroom door

…

As soon as you close the door , your eyes land on a very dishevled eren leaving his room , hand shielding his squinting eyes away from the harsh sunlight “what happened ? i heard what sounded like someone vomiting” his morning voice rasping out, following you to the kitchen and sitting down on the kitchen bar stool

“Oh he woke up and well... , you know how hangovers are like “ you open the fridge , scanning the interior “wait why is the fridge empty ? i thought i told you it was your turn to go grocery shopping this time ? what happened ? “ you frown turning towards him, crossing your arms

Eren only yawns and stretches his body, not seeming to mind that you were glaring holes at him “dont you remember ? i couldnt go so you said we’d go together after we ate something yesterday but then you got too caught up fighting someone if i recall correctly ” he confidently said, fingers tapping at his chin , eyes meeting yours, glaring back.

You sigh giving up “ ahh yeah i remember now….” you take a quick glance around the kitchen and see nothing of nutritional value “ the hell are we going to eat then ? and why didnt you clean up the medical supplies from last night ?” you badger him looking at the medical supplies messily strewn all over the counter

Eren scrunches his face , hand running through his bedhair, still groggy from just waking up a few minutes ago “ we can always just doordash something” he picks up the bottle of rubbing alcohol remebering how you carried armin into the apartment when he passed out and set him on the couch leaving eren to tend to his wounds.

Just as armin was falling , passing out after just vomiting all over you , you quickly grab at his waist and preventing him from hitting his head on the floor . the stench of the vomit was awfully intense and you scrunch your nose trying to stop the smell from affecting you “ can you be any faster over there ? you tease seeing him struggle with the keys , his fumbling being weirdly endearing somehow

“Im trying , im trying. I swear this cold is messing me up or something “ he puffs out now fumbling with inserting the key right . you roll your eyes upon seeing this , giving a light chuckle before reaching a hand underneath the blonde boys legs and bringing them towards your chest, effectively lifting him up bridal style.

You walk into the apartment and set the boy softly onto the couch before looking down to the mess that your clothes are in , heading towards the bathroom “ hey eren could you patch him up for me ? i have to clean myself up before he’s not the only one with body fluids all over the floor.” you smirk

Eren scoffs “dont you go throwing up on me , you hear ? i just mopped the floors yesterday and im sure as hell not letting you mess my hard work up “ he hears your distant laugh down the hallway , before the sound of boots fade, leaving him alone with the boy

Eren looks at the boy slowly sliding down on the couch and ultimately sighs before going to the cabinet where all the medical supplies are stored. He opens it while lowly muttering “just cause my dad was a doctor and he taught me a few things doesnt mean i have to tend to everyones wounds “

Grabbing a few bandages and bandaids, and rubbing alcohol, he grabs a stool and places it in front of the boy. ‘Your injuries shouldnt be that bad ‘ he thinks before he lifts the boy and positions him upright. Immediately the sight of scarce blood and vomit greets erens eyes . eren winces in slight sympathy and disgust before he wipes armins face clean with the cloth he has in hand and disinfecting the wounds next

The rubbing alcohol stirred a reaction out of the blonde boy seeing as he squirmed in discomfort , the position he was put in faltering, falling into the nearest thing, which so happened to be erens chest, more specifically his neck

Eren was flustered ,not knowing what to do he freezes , his ears turning red upon feeling the shallow breath of the boy on, his sensitive neck . Eren looks down and he admires the peaceful features on the petite boy .’he looks so peaceful, pretty even ‘ eren stares for a bit before he snaps out of it and pushes the boy off his chest , tending to his wounds , doing what he first came to do.

“ i left the supplies out because i knew i would have to tend to your wounds too “ he gets up , walking to the other side of the bar, heading where you are

You squint your eyes in visible confusion “ my wounds ? what are you talking about ?” he scoffs rolling his eyes, “dont play dumb with me , you beat up someone to a bloody pulp and dont expect any damage to your hands, more specifically your damn knuckles ? “

He reaches down, grabbing your hand and lifting them up as to make a point “look at this “ you look down towards your hand and the sight of multi colored bruises,blood and even some open skin greets you.

“ you didnt let me tend to them yesterday so let me do it now “ you meet eyes and his are practically pleading you, but before you get to open your mouth to say anything, you hear rustling and you look behind eren to see what it is .

Armin is awkwardly standing there in the living room, the clean shirt you gave him reaching his knees , and the sweatpants a bit too baggy . you have to physically stop yourself from cooing , the sight being way too adorable for you to handle this early in the morning

Eren senses his presence as well , turning around , both of you guys forgetting about your previous conversation . you clear your throat, sensing some sort of tension in the room “ hey youre finally out ! i was going to make you something to eat but turns out the fridge is empty “ you rub your neck sheepishly , making a mental note to go grocery shopping asap .

Armins eyes widen at this , his hands extending and quickly shaking “ oh no no , please you dont have to, i dont want to be more of a bother than i already am ,” he shyly looks down at the floor , swinging his body , slightly nervous

You smile seeing his cute habit of not making eye contact, fetching your car keys off the wall “ well i bet youre missing your home right ? i can drive you home now if you want “ you also grab the plastic bag off the floor by the corridor

Armin seems to stiffen again , eren now chuckling , his hands stuffed in his sweatpants , noticing how the blonde boy seems way to nervous around you guys . armin looks at eren momentarily before he looks at the floor again ‘ how the hell do you guys look so good this early in the morning ‘ he thinks ‘ meanwhile here he is looking all messed up ‘

“I actually dont live too far away, i can walk home by myself “ armin lies straight out of his teeth , clearly not doing it well judging by the look of your face . youre not convinced seeing as the whole reason why he’s here in the first place was because he was wandering alone.

“ id feel much better knowing that someone is walking you home , i dont want a repeat of what happened yesterday .” you bite your lip, now staring more intensely at the boy in front of you

Armin mentally groans ‘ damn you and your kindness, why cant you get the hint that he doesnt want to hassle you any longer ?’

“Well um … “ he pauses, intensely thinking of a solution that doesnt involve him burdening you guys any further when he hears some shuffling and then someone handing a phone to him. Armin looks up and green eyes stare back at him

“Do you have anyone you can call ? a friend maybe to come pick you up ? “ eren suggests , reading right through the boy

“ o-oh y-yes i do umm thank you , for your phone i mean “ armin scrambles to take the phone and calls his roommate , knowing for sure she is freaking out about his whereabouts

He hands the phone back to eren and shuffles his feet “ luckily she is around the area and can pick me up in 5 minutes , i can wait outside …” you ponder for a second at this suggestions , before ultimately nodding

“Yeah sounds like a solid plan , okay , here take this bag before you head out “ you hand it over and armin looks at you and tilts his head slightly “ its your clothes from last night , i washed them and folded them , oh and your bag is also inside “ you explain while he peeks at the contents inside grief striking his face

‘How much exaclty did you do for him , he’s the worst guest ever in history , throwing up all over your bathroom ‘ he cringes at the thought. He's definitely gonna think about this experience at night,when he reminisces about all the embarrassing moments he's had in his lifetime

“Thank you guys so much for all youve done , i really do appreciate it “ armin rubs at his nape laughing out softly “ well i should get going “ he goes to the entrance, hand on the knob

“Yeah absolutely no problem , take care pretty boy ! “ you say waving , smiling brightly when you see his cheeks flush once more , eren just nodding goodbye . he waves a small goodbye before leaving , closing the door gently . sighing in relief when he got out.

Armin walks out into the street and sure enough there is his roommate , waiting and the look on her face looks not so pleasantly happy .he knows what is going to happen. he opens the car door ready to hear her badgering soon enough

“Look , mikasa , i can ex-” not so shortly as he begins his sentence, she yells out

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOUVE BEEN ? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS WHEN YOU DIDNT PICK UP MY MANY PHONE CALLS ? ARE THOSE BANDAGES IM SEEING? “ armin winced at her reprimations, slowly sinking further into the passenger seat as she kept rambling, knowing that he has to face her wrath for the whole drive home .

he still has no clue as to what exactly happened last night, the only thing he can do is hope his memories would come back soon and clear up his many questions

#sub eren jaegar #sub!armin #sub aot #sub!aot #armin arlert #sub! eren #armin fic #sub eren #sub armin

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honeydew-mel0n · 4 years

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hiiii, could i request 5dante and reader revealing they're pregnant (fluff ensues)? if you're okay with it of course!

I'm perfectly okay with pregnancy stuff! So heres a drabble for you! Hope this it's up to your expectations. :)

Y/n is [nervous]

5 Dante x pregnant! reader

5! Dante finding out his partner is pregnant

You've been dwelling on it for weeks, how you should tell him. It was a shock for you when you found out, you were so sure you two had been safe. But then again, whiskey has never been too kind to your memory. God knows theres so much room in your life for fuck ups.

Waiting to tell him is stupid, your body is gonna start changing soon and he will notice. If he hasn't already.

You fiddle with the ring as you pace back and forth, the sound of the shower running claming your nerves a bit. He'd been gone for a week, and his greeting to you was a grimy kiss and running off to shower. Better then collapsing on the couch and sleeping in the filth. The sooner you tell him, the better. Come on Y/n, do it.

Your heart jumps into your throat as the water turns off and the bathroom door opens. That poster on the inside of the door giving you a side eye, as if the pin-up girl knew you were hiding something.

On a lighter note, you were greated with the musky foresty smell of man shampoo. Dante walks out towling his hair, with only pants on. A veiw you will never complain about. He stretches before sitting down at his desk, almost- no. He was giving you a show. He trys to flash you a smile but it does as soon as he sees the look on your face. Immediately taken over by worry.

"Babe? What's up?" You open your mouth to speak, but shut it immediately. Unable to force the words out. His brow knits. "What did I forget this time?" You shake your head. "You didn't i- it's nothing. Sorry for bothering you." You speed walk into the bedroom, ignoring his calling after you.

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You lay against his chest, his breathing slowed. He might be asleep, if you wake him up, he'll go back to sleep and it'll be easier for him to deal with in the morning... hmm. "Baby? Are you awake?" You say in a hushed voice, only to get a grunt in return. It's now or never. Do it.

"I just wanted to tell you, I'm pregnant. Goodnight."

You roll over and off of him getting a "Mmm, goodnight." The bed frame creaks as he sits straight up. Your back is to him but you can feel his eyes on you. "Babe? Babydoll I know you aren't asleep." Closing your eyes tighter, you pray to god he'll drop it and you can talk it through in the morning.

The bed dips back down with his weight, he's layed back down. Thank god. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into him. His face burys into your neck, stubble rubs against the soft skin. A muffled "Please don't mess with me like this." Your heart pangs. "I'm not messing with you... I am pregnant. Just, scared." You feel him sigh and untence against you. "Thank god."

Sweet warm kisses are placed up your neck and to your jaw, and you can't help but let out strings of giggles. "W-what the hell Dante?" He captures your lips in a long sweet kiss. "I'll take more jobs, make sure that the two of you are safe, I'll-I'll..." he's conflicted, he's overjoyed and excited. But theres fear behind his words. He fears what happening to his mother, happening to you.

"get out of debt?" You say, trying to lighten the mood, his jaw goes slack before turning back into a smile. "Yeah, that." He says with a clearing of his throat. "We'll be okay." You say gently as you roll over. He knows you didnt just me the baby and you, you ment the three of you.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

I love this so much, have some extra pregnancy headcanons.

He will lose his mind when you start showing, his head will always be on your bump. Feeling and listening to his kid.

He ment what he said, by the way.

He took more jobs then normal, even ones he wouldnt be into.

And by god did he mean the protection thing.

If he's not with you, bet your ass someone else is.

And when you get bigger and your legs hurt from carrying around the weight of another person, he will want to carry you.

It doesnt matter, you could be taller and way bigger the him and he will be carrying you.

Will do the lifting the pregnancy belly thing anytime you want. It's worth the feeling of you relaxing against him.

Speaking of which. Eventually you will get random body pains, and...

*cracks knuckles* "don't worry babe, I got this."

A lot of demon stuff kicks in for him, not anything weird. But he's so instinctually protective over you now, not that he wasnt before, but this is different.

One time, you were out baby shopping (with your own money) and some guy, a little older then him, made a creepy comment about you looking sexy pregnant and tried touching your baby bump.

He almost lost his hand.

You felt Dantes arm around your chest as he pulled you into him. He was blazing hot and practically growling at the guy. He didnt trigger, but he almost did.

God forbid you get ultrasound pictures.

He carrys them everywhere and everyone you both know have seen it a million times.

He keeps it in an inside pocket in his jacket, and if something destroys it there will be hell to pay.

#dante x reader #devil may cry #dante sparda #devil may cry x reader #dante sparda x reader #dadte #requests

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rosachaotic · 3 years

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Remember when i said Talbott and Cereza werent over? Yeah.

I promised yall i would write a continuation of this. For those dont remember that happend, here

Anyways enjoy the fanfic!

Warning: none?? Its more just angst then fluff.(but sorry for my bad english and wording im not very good at writing and I wrote this on mobile)

It's been two months and few days since the big argument Talbott and Cereza had on the hospital wings.

This all happened because Cereza tried to do all the investigation and take down R by herself, but of course that plan failed and it backfired on her very badly. She fought the wizard in white and almost died because of it, losing her consciousness after he ran away, fortunately she was found by Moody who was searching for her after her twin brother said she went missing and was taken to the hospital wings.

She was scolded for it of course, and after that her friends went to visit her. All of her friends were worried for her, especially her twin brother Michael who jumped into her hugging her tight, crying, not realizing her whole body was in pain before he quickly let her go.

After a long chat with her friends and twin brother Talbott got in but he didn't look happy, he asked for everyone to leave him and Cereza alone because he wanted to talk to her, everyone left confused to what was going on.

Outside people could hear both Talbott and Cereza arguing with each other, Talbott was disappointed that Cereza lied to everyone including him about not having any information that could be useful for Circle ot Khanna and that she did is by herself he thought she was dead she could have died because of her reckless decision, Cereza tried to explain herself by saying she thought what she was doing was the right because she wanted to protect everyone which didn't make Talbott feel any less worse but the opposite. Both kept arguing with each other until Talbott storms out of hospital wings not looking at his friend's faces who were waiting outside, Penny tried to stop him but he just ignored her and walked away, once everyone back inside to the hospital they saw Cereza holding back her tears but she did a very job at it once everyone was inside and started crying.

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Cereza rarely saw Talbott after what happened, she only saw him on the classes they shared but even then he didn't even talk to her, she decided to let it be not wanting to bother Talbott and she thought that this was the end of their relationship. This broke her alot, the happy girl that was always smiling and giggling all the time wasn't there anymore, not only she felt bad for what she did but she thought she lost one of the people she loved the most.

That was until Cereza got a letter in the morning, Andre gave it to her and said "It's from Talbott." She quickly opened the letter and read the paper that said:

"We need to talk. Meet me after dinner in the courtyard."

-Talbott

She thanked Andre for the letter who nodded and said "I hope everything works out for you guys." And left, Cereza also hoped that things would work out but she couldn't help but feel anxious about it. What did he want to talk about after dinner? Why did it have to wait?

"Does he want to end our relationship once and for all?" Cereza thought all day, Cereza knew how to be patient but this waiting was killing her.

During dinner she barely ate anything, Rowen(M!Rowan) was trying to make her eat something but she couldn't.

"You have to eat something, you can't sleep with an empty stomach." Said Rowen, worried for his best friend trying to make her eat. He knew about the letter, Cereza told him about it and he knew how nervous and anxious she was because of it.

"I can't, this wait is killing me.'' Cereza said anxiously.

She then looked around, noticing that Talbott wasn't at the ravenclaw table or at any table of the other houses.

"Did you see Talbott walk in?" Asked Cereza, still looking around, Rowen shook his head.

"No, I didn't, I don't think he is coming for dinner today." Rowen took a bite of his food as he said that.

"Why? Do you know about something??"

"No, no, but...Penny said she didn't see all day, he didn't go to any of his classes." Cereza felt her heart drop, this wasn't like him, he would NEVER miss any class, if there was something Talbott was proud of himself is that he was an excellent student.

"This isn't like him…" Whispered Cereza."I cant, i have to go."

"Wha- B-But dinner time isn't over yet!"

"I'm sorry Rowen, but I have to go."

"...Okay, good luck Cere!"

Cereza nodded and left the great hall running, she opened the big door to the corridor and rushed past the students to the courtyard.

As she got outside she looked around.

There he was, sitting on the tree trunk looking at the stars just like he would when he waited for her for their dates.. Cereza sighed with relief knowing that Talbott was okay...or was he?

She took a deep breath and walked toward him, stopping right before him.

"Hey…" Talbott jumped at hearing Cereza's voice, he was probably so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear her walk in.

"Oh, Sorry I didn't hear you coming in…" Said Talbott awkwardly.

"Its okay…"

"..."

"Penny said she didn't see you all day, you also didn't come for dinner as well."

"I felt sick all day and I wasn't hungry."

"Oh...I'm sorry, I hope you're better now."

Silence took over, the only sound they heard was the cold night wind, making things kinda awkward. Until Talbott coughed and said

"Sit here with me." He tapped right next to him, Cereza then climbed the tree trunk and sat right next to him.

Again, the awkward silence.

Cereza then looked at the sky, it was a pretty starry night, she could see some shooting stars.

" The night is beautiful tonight isn't it?" Asked Talbott, breaking the silence.

"Yeah. It is beautiful."

"It reminds me of when we used to have our dates here, you would make wishes for the shooting stars."

"Stupid wishes, I know." Cereza giggled at her own stupid self.

"I never thought they were stupid." Said Talbott.

"Even the one where I wished for a giant puffskein?"

Cereza shook her head smiling a little bit and she also noticed Talbott was smiling a little as well, she missed seeing him smile, but they weren't there to watch the stars.

"Hey, if that's your wish, who am i to judge?

"Talbott-"

"Yeah?"

"Listen, I-I know you said you wanted to talk to me in your letter, but I want to say something first." Said Cereza nervously, while staring at the floor.

"...Go ahead."

She took a deep breath and then looked at his warm striking hazel, who met her golden eyes. Then she finally said:

"...I'm sorry."

"...Wha-"

"I'm sorry for what I did, Talbott. It was very dumb of me try to all of that on my own and it was and it was insensitive and bad of me not to tell you guys the information I had about R."

"Cereza-"

"I should have trusted you all to defend yourselves without my help, I shouldn't have lied to you guys about not finding anything."

"Cereza listen-"

"I shouldn't have done that, I could have died and i didn't thought about how you, my family and the rest of our friends would feel about it if I died, you were right when you said things wouldn't get any better if I-"

"CEREZA!"

Cereza jumped at Talbott who raised his voice at her, he gripped her shoulders and made her look at him, his eyes staring at her but he didn't look angry he looked sad.

"Just...listen to me please."

Cereza nodded and whispered "sorry" and let him talk.

"Look...after what happened, i couldn't stop thinking about that night on hospital wings. That night kept playing in my head over and over every time I went to bed...I felt awful"

"Huh-"

"I felt awful, Cereza. After I calmed down I realized what I just did and how I shouldn't have talked to you that way, but it was too late, I was already at my dorm and I couldn't bring myself to come back."

"..."

"I was ashamed."

"Is that the reason why you were avoiding me?"

Talbott nodded, he took a deep breath as if was holding himself to not cry.

"I thought you hated me."

"..."

"So I avoided you and everyone else as well, it was painful."

"Tal I-"

"I should have thought of your feelings, how were you feeling that made you do all of that yourself."

"...You had all the rights to react the way you did, it was a stupid and dangerous decision that I made."

"But I still shouldn't have said those things to you."

"..."

"I let my emotions take over me, my heart dropped when I saw Moody carrying you to the hospital wings....blood all over you and you unconscious and i thought i lost you..."

"..."

"When i heard you were alive, I was so happy and relieved...but when i heard about why you did that when I heard Michael talking to Moody I...I dont know what came over me, i was angry and disappointed"

"...I know-"

"Not only on you, but mostly on myself"

"..W-why? Why were you angry at yourself??"

"Because I thought I failed you, I couldn't protect you, I couldn't be there for you."

"But it wasn't your fault-"

"Let me finish..."

"..."

"But that doesn't excuse what I did, i didnt think about what you were feeling, how you were feeling. Your feelings that made you do this and your feelings after it...I called you selfish but I was even more selfish…"

"Tal…"

Cereza's hand went to Talbott's cheek, who jumped at her touch but then rested his face on her hand holding her hand even more close to his face. He closed his eyes while he felt her warmth on his skin again after so long.

"I'm sorry Cereza, I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry for everything."

"I forgive you."

Talbott's eyes quickly opened as he looked at her, he was surprised but it also looked like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders. She continued:

"But...do you forgive me as well?"

"Of course I do."

Cereza also felt as if a heavy weight was lifted off her shoulders as well, she smiled as she felt tears run down her face and she had to take off her glasses to clean it.

"I-I thought...I thought you called me to end everything between us." Said Cereza as she cried while she tried to clean her tears off her face. She was shaking a little and her breath was also shaky.

"I would never do that." He whispered. "If anything, I was more afraid of you wanting to break up with me."

Talbott got closer to her and hugged tight on to his body, catching her by surprise.

Cereza returned the tight hug, smiling while tears rolled down her face, Talbott also had tears rolling down his face who tried to hide by hiding his face on her shoulder but his shaky breath and the way he sniffed quietly gave it away he was crying. Cereza's hand went to Talbott's hair and was caressing his hair.

"I thought I was going to lose you." Whispered Talbott, not wanting to let her go.

"I thought the same thing…" Cereza whispered back, kissing his head.

Both of them stopped hugging each other as they cleaned their faces but still kept close, Talbott's hand travelled to Cereza's face and caressed her cheek, his hand was cold as always but Cereza never cared about that, she liked his touch.

They both stared at each other, they both knew it was awkward the way they stared at each other but they did not care, their gazes were filled with intense love.

Talbott kept his hand on Cereza's cheek and kissed her other cheek gently but his face didn't move away, in fact he kept face very close to hers moving only a little to her lips, their noses were touching each other and they could feel their heavy breaths, Cereza closed her eyes as she felt her heartbeat go very fast and her face was red, Talbott heart also felt like it was going to jump from his mouth and even his ears were dark red. He brushed his nose on to hers but then kissed her nose, he caressed her cheek once more smiling, Cereza then opened her eyes and saw his smile and smiled back at him. Both of them giving loving smiles at each other.

"I love you." Said Talbott.

Cereza's hand went to Talbott's face and to his cheek as well, as she sighed and smiled again.

"I love you too, meu amor.'

Talbott's smile grew as he heard again the loving way Cereza called him using her first language, while they didn't have their first kiss yet what matters is that they were both together again.

"Just promise to me that you will be more careful." Said Talbott.

Cereza nodded.

"I will...but, do you promise to never leave my side?" Asked Cereza, Talbott chuckled and said:

"I promise, my sunshine."

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #talbott winger #talbott winger x mc #talbott winger x cereza gomez #cereza gomez #hphm mc #fluff #angst #talbott winger x reader

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