You stayed home for days. You felt disgusting, and every time you would wash or even touch your fur, or tried to think of what you would say to Octavia, a wave of nausea washed over you. You told Blitzø you would be gone, but you hadn't told him where you would be. As a precaution when you first took the job, you hadn't given him your real address. Knowing Blitzø now though, he would surely come over, and worry over you, trying to get you to come back to work so that the others could comfort you. You would eventually, you just needed time.
You tried to reconcile with the fact that, while Octavia knew what she was doing, she hadn't known why it was wrong. And that she had learned, and she wanted to apologize. But that still didn't make it right, and another wave of nausea crashed into you.
There would be texts, of course. From Loona, Blitzø, Moxxie, and Millie. All of them. You ignored them, and tried to focus on your mental recovery. It took you several days, and you knew that the experience would linger with you, but you finally managed to feel whole enough that you went to work. You texted Blitzø, not bothering to read his previous messages, that you would be coming in tomorrow.
When you opened the door of I.M.P. the next day, you saw Loona sitting at your desk, answering calls with respect and being diligent in her work. She was tapping her finger anxiously on the desk. Her effort surprised you, given you had heard stories from Moxxie about how bad of a receptionist she was, and how you had been a massive improvement when you were hired.
When Loona saw you, she stopped talking on the phone. Her expression seemed to change a thousand times in a few seconds. She slammed the phone down, disregarding the client, and charged at you, climbing over the desk and leaping at you from all fours. She tackled you to the ground, and pinned you there. Then she turned her head behind her, and started shouting.
"Guys! (Y/N)'s back!"
In an instant, the Blitzø, Millie, and Moxxie were surrounding you, blocking any means of escape. Not that you were going to even try. You were still pinned by Loona. She got off of you, but made sure that you were enclosed in a circle between the four of them.
"Sorry I had to touch you there, (Y/N). I had to make sure you didn't run off again," Loona said. She looked uncomfortable, and genuinely hurt.
"It's alright. I get it," you said, getting up. "I just disappeared; I'm sorry."
"We heard about what happened with Stolas's girl," Millie said. Loona shot a glare at her, but Millie continued. "If you ever want to...No." Millie shook her head, changing her direction of thought. "You listen here, and you listen good. You cannot just run off like that. And giving Blitzø the wrong address?! You had us all worried! We're here for you!"
You held your head in shame. Blitzø glared at you, and a sound like a rattlesnake's tail emanated from him. All of them looked both insulted and worried simultaneously. They all shifted on their feet, and you realized that they were refraining from touching you because of the nature of what had happened. You thought for a second, and held your arms open wide, letting them know it was okay to hug you.
In a second, all of them were clinging to you in a group embrace with you at the center.
"Don't you ever fucking do that again, furball," Blitzø said, gripping you hard. However, it was Loona who had the most bone-crushing hug. You had to tap her to let her know she was suffocating you. She relaxed her grip, but didn't let you go.
"You fucking idiot," she growled, and you could hear her sniffle a little. "I'm sorry. I should've come with you."
"I don't think that would've changed anything," you said. "The point was to talk to her alone, and I did. I...still want to talk to her. What she did was a mistake, even if it did fuck me up a little," you laughed half-heartedly. "I think we can move past it, with proper communication."
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Helluva Boss X Reader
FanfictionThis fic is a collection of several multi-chapter stories about romancing Helluva Boss characters. From an outsider's perspective, you had probably died in one of the coolest ways that somebody could die: fighting off a pack of wolves trying to save...
