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dark666posting · 4 months

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Stress Relief

Innocent!Virgin!Reader x Dark!Eddie Munson

TW: NON CON, NON CON!!********

It's been a long week. College enrollment on top of job searching isn't boding well for Eddie. You notice he's been on edge for the past few days and it's only getting worse as time goes on. He's lashed out at almost everybody but you, including his band and DnD club members.

The others ask you what Eddie's damage is, but you're as clueless as they are. Knowing how sensitive you are, you decide to keep a little distance between yourself and Eddie, certain you'd cry if he were to snap at you. He's only ever done it once before when you accidentally dropped his guitar while it was in his case. You were helping unload for a show and he went off. It makes you embarrassed to remember, so you'd rather not repeat it.

That wishful thinking doesn't last long. You get out of your last class a little later than usual, not realizing your presentation went over the time limit. Eddie, who is usually your ride home, taps his foot impatiently in the parking lot.

"Hey, Eddie! Sorry I'm late, we-"

"Don't worry. No one's day moves unless you say so, princess." He huffs, looking straight ahead, avoiding looking at you at all.

"Eddie... I'm sorry." You stand with the door open, unsure if you're still welcome in his van if he's this upset with you.

"Are you just gonna stand there? Is it not enough that I waited for you, we gotta waste some more time?" He tosses his hands up and your mouth hangs slightly open in shock. He's never been this kind of person, he must be going through a lot. You feel terrible for him, it must be hard. You quickly climb into the passenger seat and he sighs an exasperated "Finally."

"Eddie," you try to get him to talk to you. You're hoping you can help get to the bottom of all his stressors.

"What, Y/N?" He pinches the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb as if he's already more annoyed than he's ever been. It makes you feel small.

"A-Are you okay? I know you've been stressed and I-"

"Oh, you know I've been stressed? Thank you, Y/N, for having eyes," he laughs through the anger. "What if instead of pretending to be my therapist, you just sit there quietly while I give you another free ride home?"

You gasp, unsure what you did to warrant this kind of treatment from him. You turn your attention to the road ahead as you try to hold back your tears. Your unsteady breaths are as quiet as you can keep them, but he hears you anyway. When he glances over and sees the tears finally overflow past your lashes, he sighs, shaking his head. You feel humiliated. Unbeknownst to you, and honestly news to him, seeing you cry makes him... Incredibly aroused.

Eddie delivers you to your house and speeds off before you can thank him or apologize or anything. You feel a hollow in your stomach. You don't want to lose your best friend, but you're far too sensitive to be talked to like that. You disappear to your room to cry and change into your pajamas. You plan on spending the entire rest of the day and night in bed.

You're relaxing in your room, listening to your favorite Blondie cassette, and getting ready for bed. You had half expected Eddie to call, but he doesn't. You know you'd forgive him in an instant if he'd just call. You turn off the lamp on your nightstand and settle into your plush, pink bed. Sleep takes no time to find you, you're drifted off into a deep slumber in just a few minutes.

In fact, you're sleeping so deeply, you don't notice the sound of your window being jostled open. A cool, nighttime breeze wafts through your room as a curly-haired figure climbs through. Eddie carefully closes the window and steps toward you where you sleep. He hoped you'd be awake, but he's not sure why. He didn't plan on apologizing to you. He stares at you for a while, reaching into his pants to palm himself over his boxers.

"Fuck," he whispers. Eddie didn't realize what it would do to him to see you laying braless in your skimpy, pink silk pajamas, surrounded by your pink and white bed set. You're like an angel. All he can think about is how pretty your crying face looked earlier today. The cool breeze from the open window has hardened your nipples under your top and Eddie can't help but rub his thumb over them gently. They become even more pebbled from his touch.

Eddie stifles a laugh of disbelief as he watches the rosy blush rise in your cheeks. As if no longer in control of his actions, Eddie unfastens his belt and frees his erection that's straining against his boxers. He inhales sharply through his teeth as he strokes his shaft a few times before taking your sleeping hand and limply wrapping it around his length. He strokes himself with your hand for a while before becoming a little bolder as his arousal swells.

Carefully, Eddie takes your head to the side and gently slips his tip past your lips. The wetness of your tongue is enough to send him over the edge, but he holds back. That's it, he's caving. He throws his shirt off of himself and dips into your bed beside you. Instinctively, you cuddle your back into him, subconsciously brushing your ass against his exposed cock.

Eddie reaches between your legs to strategically rub your clit so you'd already be wet for him. You're sound asleep, but moaning like a whore being filled from every angle. He's mind blown hearing your innocent lips release such vulgar whines. He whips your shorts and panties off with ease and positions himself at your dripping hole. Just as he slips it in, your eyes shoot open as the stretching pain tears you from your sleep.

Your fight or flight response tries to carry you away, but Eddie's grip around you tightens. He continues rutting into you, releasing sensual deep breaths down your body.

"Shhh, baby. You're okay. You're okay," he whispers sweetly as if he's not forcing himself inside you.

"Eddie?!" You gasp in disbelief and betrayal. "Eddie, please! It hurts!"

"Shut the fuck up." He grips your hair, pulling your head back so he can watch the tears well in your eyes.

"Eddie!"

"What's wrong with you? Just help me destress a little, okay? That's what friends do," he coos in your ear, not letting up.

"But... It.. hurts..." You sob.

"Why the fuck does it hurt so bad? You're not a virgin are you?" Eddie furrows his brow, unsure how you of all people could go this long without having sex. You are gorgeous, after all.

You don't reply, letting Eddie know that yes, you are. Well, were. Tears fall down your face as you close your eyes. At first, he feels bad, but it quickly fuels his fire when he thinks about the way he's ruined you for anyone else. He picks up his pace, breaking your heart further as you watch him relish in robbing you of your virginity.

Eddie withdraws from you for only a moment before climbing on top of you and forcing your legs open in front of him. He slams back into you, stimulating your clit with his thumb. You brace yourself by holding into the bars of your brass headboard while he fucks into you with no emotion, no love, only anger, and lust.

Eddie feels his climax coming so he places a firm palm over your lower abdomen as he fucks you. The new friction builds an orgasm in you at an inhuman pace.

"Don't cum until I tell you," he demands dryly.

"Eddie, please stop..."

"Don't. Cum." You try to do as he says, fighting for your life to withhold your orgasm before he allows you to climax. His thrusts are rough and mean, feeling as if he's tearing you apart from the inside.

"Now," he breathes, allowing you to release. You flood him where he stands when you release, drenching your pretty little, pink, gingham bed set. Eddie pulls out and strokes himself, cumming all over your face and chest. He's breathless, staring at you with a smile. Something he thought he'd never see is his innocent best friend covered in his cum.

"E-Eddie..." You sob, staring at him through one eye as the other is covered with the evidence of Eddie's visit. "What did I do?" You sob.

"Shhh, shhh. You did amazing. Don't cry, look how much you enjoyed it." He touches the drenched blankets and traces his fingers up your legs. You shudder, pulling away from his touch.

"You... I didn't..." You try to find your words.

"Don't start acting like you're too good for it now. I'll be seeing you next week, okay? This is how you're gonna help me manage all this stress." He starts getting dressed, leaving you filthy and fucked out.

"I-I don't want to..."

"Oh, please. You're not gonna make your best friend suffer like this, are you? Besides, you don't really have a choice, do you?" He smiles at you, warmly. It's confusing and unsettling.

The rest of the week, Eddie seems completely back to normal. He's mended things with all his friends. You watch them in the lunchroom as you contemplate eating lunch outside or in a bathroom instead of taking your trademark seat right next to your best friend. Eddie catches your eye and waves you over. You do as you're told, why do you do that?

You flinch as you try to sit too fast, still healing from the internal thrashing given to you by Eddie. He smirks as he watches you avoid eye contact. He'll be sure to address that at your next session.

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elliesappetite · 8 days

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Mamma Mia (Jackson era)

A/N: I've been wanting to make this story but I've always been putting it off, also i've been wanting more angsty stories but everything is just pure smut ;(.

pairing: joel miller x reader

rating: mature

word count: 1k

warnings: angst, angst with a happy ending, potential smut (idk), pen names, insecurity, jealousy, miscommunication.

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You wouldn’t say you’re avoiding the Texan man, no you’re just, busy with patrolling. For the past few months, you and Joel Miller were happy, well by happy it means you and him always end the day with each other in a bed. Mostly Joel’s bed when Ellie is away with school, training or just hanging out with Dina and Jesse.

You wouldn’t also say it was a “friends with benefits”, more…two people who want to let out some steam kind of thing. So, by definition, friends with benefits. In the beginning, you and Joel made this promise that neither of you will fall in love with each other, making it less “difficult” and less “complicated” in his words.

You met him in Boston when it was you, him, and your older sister Tess. When she died, you and Joel got closer, much, much closer. You were so close in fact that you would cuddle when it’s too cold, or if one person has a nightmare which is normally him. Don’t fall for him, don’t fall for him. You kept repeating in your head every time you get near him.

But you messed up.

You messed up royally.

You broke the one promise.

You fell for the man.

You fell for the Texan man who is constantly having every woman’s attention; as they drool over him and his muscular arms, and his muscular chest.

It’s been hard, not being near him. But you cannot be around him, so you’ve taken up a lot more patrolling, but unfortunately you and him were put together for patrol.

It’s also hard seeing him with a certain woman, Marge. She’s more his age, and that scares you, it scares you to pieces.

So here you are, at the Tipsy Bison, nursing a drink as Tommy’s sitting down next to you.

“I need to ask somethin’.” He says out of nowhere.

You turn your head in confusion.

“Did something happen between you and Joel? Is there an issue? You’ve never had a problem with him before, you two are so close.” Tommy pointed out.

“There’s no issues it’s just…” you sigh, lowering your head as you sip the glass of alcohol in your hand. “It’s just complicated Tommy, really.” You assure him and attempting to reassure yourself.

He places his hand on our shoulder, giving it a light tug. “If my brother is givin’ you a hard time, you can tell me.” He informs you as you nod. “Thanks Tommy I just…” you let out a breath. “Like I said, it’s complicated.” You look out the window, seeing the moon popping out, knowing that if you don’t leave now, you won’t end up sleeping tonight. “Thanks for the talk, really, but I need to get home, I’ve got early patrol tomorrow.” Tommy lets out a hum before giving you a small smile, as you leave for home.

“Fuck my life” you mutter to yourself as you prepare for tomorrow morning.

Fuck my life indeed, as you prepare your horse, Lady, for the upcoming patrol, with your rifle hanging on the side, and your pistol (with the safety on) tucked into your back pocket, as you mentally prepare for what may happen with Joel.

You haven’t spoken to him in two weeks, with the excuse of ‘I’m busy’, ‘I have to help Maria’ and so on. It’s been killing you, but your insecurities over whatever relationship you have with Joel is too much to handle.

He’s spending so much time with Marge, noticing he’s slowly pulling away, knowing that you could never compete with a beautiful woman like her who actually is Joel’s age.

You were too busy with Lady, you didn’t notice Joel leaning against the door frame to the stables, arms crossed as he admires you. He doesn’t understand you; he doesn’t understand why you’ve been avoiding him. He doesn’t understand you. He needs you.

He clears his throat, causing you to jump slightly.

“You ready?” He asks as he holds onto the strap of his bag.

You nod, giving a small hum as you check one last time to make sure everything is in place. Joel notices the quietness. He doesn’t like it. He hates it. Just like he hated the two weeks of radio silence from you. What did he do? Why are you not rambling to him about patrol or about what funny thing Ellie pulled?

You grab Lady, knowing it’s going to be a longggg morning.

After an excruciating ride, you and Joel finally manage to reach the patrol station, where you attach your horses inside, keeping them nice and warm from the snow outside.

You spot Joel staring out the window, observing the sky.

“You see something?” You question as he continues looking through the window.

“Clouds. Storms comin’” He mentions as he turns his head to look at you. “Right.” You respond awkwardly, not sure what else to say.

There’s a pregnant pause, as you both stand there, him looking at the view, you looking at him.

“Do you hate me?” He turns around, noticing how your eyes widened and your mouth opens and closes, unsure about the words.

“What?” “Did I do somethin’? Am I not good in bed? What is it that made you avoid me for two fuckin’ weeks?” Joel lets out his thoughts, as you stare at him in surprise.

“I’ve just been busy-““Busy my ass.” He steps forwards. “What did I do?” His voice deep as he eyes burn into you.

“I’ve been avoiding you because of Marge.”

He scoffs. “Seriously? You’ve been avoiding me because of Marge?” You nod. “Yes, I’ve just felt you pulling away recently so I- ““So you’re jealous that I’ve been talking to her?” “I’m not jealous, I’ve just felt you’ve been pulling away recently because of her.”

He scoffed at you once more as he rubs his forehead.

“I was scared about our relationship-““We have no “relationship” y/n.” He cuts you off. “This” he gestures between you. “Is just us fooling around, we have sex and nothing else.” Ouch.

He steps forward. “You’re too young for me, and frankly the fact you’re jealous of me talking to someone is immature. And also, I can be with whoever I want, I’m single, and if I like her, I like her.”

What the fuck?! Out of anger you slapped him. He didn’t expect that. “You’re an asshole Joel Miller. You think I’m immature? Then I guess you don’t need me anymore.” You yell out before grabbing your rifle and heading to the opposite side of the room, ignoring him for the rest of the morning.

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mockerycrow · 3 months

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I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE (Soap x GN!Reader)

soap masterlist

a/n: i wrote this after listening to this song. not proofread LOL enjoy. 984 words! also i’m sorry about how i’m basically non existent. i’m trying, y’all </3

[WARNINGS: MWIII spoilers, major character death, grief, mentions of catholicism. pure angst, hurt/little comfort.]

Sixty-seven days ago. Two months it’s been, approximately nine whole weeks. Estimating around ninety-five thousand minutes and over five million seconds.

It’s been sixty-seven days since.. You know. You always wake up feeling like it happened sixty-seven seconds ago instead. Your eyes flutter open and you take a breath, inhaling a certain kind of heavy and thick into your lungs. Your chest expands uncomfortably in the morning, your ribs squeezing your lungs a bit tighter than before. Accompanied with the tightness of your chest is this tingling feeling, so slight it’s almost like background noise, just like how the past few weeks have felt. They’ve flown by in a flash, but at the same time, are oh so slow.

Sometimes, you wake up expecting to see him standing over your sleeping form to wake you up after staying up a tad bit too late because he insisted you do so. So he wasn’t lonely because ‘The LT denied me’, in his words. Sometimes, your eyes are sick and twisted towards you. Your eyes are faster than your brain and you see him. You see his shadow so thick you’re convinced until you reach upwards, your fingers pushing through the dark smoke that enters your lungs after you’ve blinked.

You’re sure the others have noticed the toll it’s taken, despite your efforts to hide. You know they’re hurting in their ways, too. Being in a tightly packed task force like this, you’re bound to know each other's tells. Part of you wonders who is hurting the most. Is it Gaz? The man who’s been the most logical out of all five four of you. Is it Ghost? The enigma of your group? He’s always been quiet, hard to read. Harder since.. Everything. Maybe it’s Price. He’s the one who actually saw, really. The one who watched him…

…

You feel something in your throat bubble, so you push the thought away.

Then you come back to it. Maybe it’s you who’s hurting most, being his lover. The person he insisted that was his other half he had been looking for. Maybe that’s you being hopeful and cheesy; maybe it’s you being selfish. You aren’t sure. Honestly, you aren’t sure what you should be feeling, nor are you sure how your teammates should be reacting. There’s five stages of grief and everyone’s path looks different.

Denial – you aren’t sure who you think denial is at first. Symptoms are fear, avoidance. What happened, you can’t avoid it. Not really when he was so integral to the team. Is. He never stopped being. After a few days of people watching, you’ve decided it’s you. You wanted to put it onto someone else at first, maybe Gaz—perhaps Ghost. They’re still.. Living. Going through the motions, at least. But you had to look at yourself late at night, around two forty-five am to ask, “are they the one’s waking up thinking he’s standing over them?”

No. They are not. It’s you. Of course it’s you.

Next—anger. You debated this one, of course it was tied between Ghost and Price but after Shepherd died, of course the Captain took that title with no question. There is a major difference between peaking into the gym, watching Ghost gasp for air after a night full of boxing and then hearing through Laswell the General has been killed. Major difference, indeed. It’s not often your Captain loses his cool and when he does, it’s for good reason. He deserved it, you only wish Price was more cruel.

Bargaining? It’s a no brainer, you decided as soon as you thought of it. Gaz. None of the men cry much, but it wasn’t a surprise when you found Gaz sitting on the steps outside of the temporary base, smoking a cigarette with misty eyes paired with a lost look. A look where he wasn’t completely there; lost somewhere, maybe in thought, maybe back in that moment. In the moment where he had to ignore his mutilated body to focus on the bomb. On the fact that Makarov was getting away. He lit a second cigarette.

Maybe it doesn’t quite fit him, but Ghost was the last one to decide for. Depression is what you ended up assigning him. There’s not many words for how you could describe him. Ghost’s been flighty, quiet yet hostile. He never means to snap at any of you of course, you all know it. You can tell from the heavy, long look he gives you after snarling at you like a cornered dog. He’s just sad and scared, something you can understand on a deeper level. With him, it feels like beckoning a wolf with bits of meat—a wolf who isn’t afraid to bare his teeth. You’re willing to get bit.

Then… what’s left?

Oh, yeah.

Acceptance. Left for the one who is forever missing.

In a way, it feels wrong. You know he’ll never be able to move on like the rest of the world can. It feels even worse when you realize only a select amount of people will know about his death—the world won’t know who he is. Work in the dark to serve the light, hm? What a fucked world. After spreading his ashes across the hills, it feels like he’s become one with the Earth. Maybe that’s his form of acceptance; going back to what housed him. The green roots and blue skies. The rain that pours down over the ruined cities you’re crawling through, the beautiful stars and planets above you during a late night in God knows where. You see him everywhere.

You hope God is taking care of him, as you rub your fingers over his cross necklace. The last thing you have left of him; his dog tags sitting in a memorial on base. You may or may not believe, but Johnny sure did. And you know, somewhere deep down, he’s alright.

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iamcalmdammit · 1 year

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Secrets || [Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader]

Summary: When Simon gets a message from his sister-in-law, he travels back home to see what's going on. He meets you, his ex, and finds out you're hiding something serious from everyone.

Warning: mention of chemotherapy.

Simon had a terrible childhood, one he was working hard to forget and leave behind for good. Whenever he saw abused kids being saved by the authorities, he felt relieved that there was a chance for kids like this and the system actually worked sometimes. If only someone had helped him back in the day…

So when he found himself standing outside his old home in Manchester, he had to focus on breathing in and out evenly to avoid having a panic attack. He wasn't one to have those, this is why it scared him. Or was it really the reason? Couldn't it be the fact he was standing right there after all those years?

"If anything happens, use this to reach me," he had told Beth when he gave her a phone after the birth of his nephew.

And she called. After two years while he was on a mission on the other side of the world, he saw a missed call and a message on his phone when he had the chance to check it. Tommy relapsed apparently and picked up his old violent ways that he'd learned from their father.

Beth left him the moment she had the chance, choosing to move to the one place her husband would probably not look for her and their son. After your nasty break-up with Simon, you went no contact with the entire family, eventually moving on and getting married according to rumors. Tommy would never think of you hiding his wife and son.

Clever, he thought.

Without knocking on the door of his old home to at least say hi to his mother, Simon decided to head to the house you lived in to see his sister-in-law and nephew. And you. This was probably the hardest part. He had dealt with Tommy's addiction before, but you… That was different.

After all those years a part of him still loved you, and he sometimes thought about what his life would be like if he hadn't been a coward and just asked you to marry him back when he had the chance. But he was an idiot and pushed you away instead of chaining you to himself for good. He thought he was protecting both you and himself. In reality he just made everything worse.

When he reached the address, he called Beth to see if she was even there at the moment. "I came out for a walk with Joseph, but we'll be back soon. I'm sure Y/N is home at the moment, just ring the doorbell," she said into the phone.

With a deep sigh, Simon watched the dark green door and wondered what he should do. Should he wait outside? Maybe you wouldn't be happy to see him, it would be safer to enter with Beth around. Yes, he should wait. It was cold so he would have to find a place to stay warm, but maybe a cup of tea would be good now. There was a--

"Are you coming in or what?" he suddenly heard a familiar voice ask.

When he looked up, he saw you standing in the door with your hand resting on the doorframe. The way you watched him with that slightly annoyed look on your face made him smile. You haven't changed in the past few years. Nodding eventually, he walked up the stairs and entered the house in silence.

Now that he saw you up close, he noticed how pale and tired you looked. Were you sleeping enough? Or were you just sick? What also caught his eye when he entered was your hand. No sign of a wedding ring. Did you get a divorce? He had so many questions but neither of them seemed appropriate to ask after such a long time.

"Tea?" you called out from the kitchen.

Simon cleared his throat and walked over to you. "That would be great, thank you."

You filled and turned on the electric kettle before putting two mugs and a wooden box of tea bags on the counter. Back in the day when you were in a situation like this, he always wrapped his arms around you and pulled your back against his chest, enjoying the warmth that radiated from your body. But those days were over. You were basically strangers now.

Suddenly you put your hands in front of your mouth and began to run out of the kitchen. Without hesitation Simon went after you to the bathroom, putting his hand on the door before it could close behind you. By the time he entered, you were already vomiting into the toilet, so he walked over to you and put a hand on your back supportively.

You looked sick, he had already noticed it. But when he noticed how you ran a hand through your hair and ended up with a strand of it between your fingers, he got really scared. Why was your hair falling out like that? It couldn't be normal.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked when you were sitting on the floor and watched your fallen out hair with an angry look in your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you thought about what to tell him. "Since we don't talk at all, I could just as well tell you the truth," you said quietly. "It's the chemo. I don't take it too well."

"Does Beth know?"

"You're the first one I told the truth. I didn't even tell my parents what's going on. They spend most of their time in Spain these days, I don't want to ruin their fun."

Simon didn't think about what he was doing, he just kneeled next to you and wrapped an arm around you protectively as if that could solve all of your problems. "I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whispered into your ear. He then heard you sobbing quietly so he kissed your temple and said, "You're a fighter, I know that."

You stayed like this for a while, but then you heard the front door close and decided to go out and greet Beth who just got back from their walk. His eyes kept returning to you, examining your face and trying to figure out how he could help you through this. But maybe you didn't need help. At least not his.

He talked to Beth about Tommy, then promised to go and talk to him about this. Maybe he could help again, although she wasn't sure if she wanted to go back to him after what happened. Now she was sure divorce would be the only solution and Simon had to respect her decision.

Before he left, he got a piece of paper and wrote down his number with a short message to you. 'You don't have to do this alone. You can always call me if you want to talk.'

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 11 months

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Little mama 2

Part 1

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Unprotected sex, Breeding kink, Daddy kink, Praise, and Fingering, Degrading kink, Oral sex(fem receiving). Unplanned pregnancy, Mention of dark past, Infidelity, Almost getting caught, Abuse.

You awoke to kisses being placed on your neck to your shoulder. "Mornin' little one" a southern voice rang out of the otherwise silent bedroom. You giggled before turning around to face Elvis "Morning daddy" you respond smiling at the sight of him. The light shined bright out of the window, Illuminating the room.

"How'd ya sleep?" Elvis asked brushing a hair away from your face, an adoring smile on his. Oh, it felt like you slept on a huge soft cloud, it always does. After the first time you both had sex, you basically resided in his room. Of course, you still worked because you needed the money and didn't want to rise suspicion.

You had your room given to you by the hotel once you became Elvis's personal server. They wanted you to always be available.

"Just wonderful, heck I might like your bed more than you," you said playfully with a smirk. Elvis grasped dramatically "Well I can't have that can I?" Elvis said as he pushed you to lay on your back and kissed down your shoulder to the valley between your soft breasts, grabbing your left breast while suckling, and swirling his tongue on your right nipple.

"Oh!" You let out a gasp, entangling your fingers and tagging Elvis's ebony locks causing him to suck hard before switching to your other breast, his hips grinding against the silk bedsheets. He lets your nipple go with a 'pop' noise and traces kisses along your chest to your stomach to where you need him most. "Already, wet little mama?" Elvis teased a mischievous glint in those orbs you love so much.

He didn't give you time to reply before his mouth engulfed your swollen clitoris, swirling his tongue and flicking against it, his index finger playing with the entrance of your cunt in a teasing manner, with a harsh suck to your clit he plunges his finger inside, curling and uncurling against your sweet spot.

"Daddy." You whined, begging for him to let you cum. "Said it," Elvis commanded not once letting up on his attack on your poor pussy. "Please, oh please let me cum!" You wailed out, his fingers slammed into you one last time before he thrust them up as fast as he can, his palm rubbing against your clit as he did this.

"Cum, little mama," Elvis said in a soft voice, gaze locked upon your face, the knot finally snapped and you cummed on his fingers.

Elvis slipped his digits from you as you catch your breath, watching him suck his fingers clean of your slick, eyes looking into yours and a smirk on his face.

"What about now? Is the bed better than me?" Elvis jeered, "No." you giggled breathlessly. "Let's get up," Elvis said with a groan, getting out of bed, in his naked glory, you did the same after looking at his gorgeous body, and you both got dressed and went your separate ways with a sweet kiss on the lips. You still had other duties while Elvis worked, you were helping plan a menu for the new guests coming tonight.

You just finished helping around the kitchen when someone informed you, that Elvis wanted lunch, a burger, and some fries. You happily made just that and smiled all way to the dining room, it felt good to care for Elvis and to see his love for the food you made for him. He seems to be talking to someone, but you couldn't see who by the way they were sitting as you got close to see just who it was your world seemed to freeze and everything moved slowly, it was Priscilla, his wife, and the mother of little Lisa Marie. You gulp and looked down as you served him, guilt was all you could feel, she was so beautiful and seemed so nice, and you felt like such a home wrecker. Once you set his food down and hear his "Thank ya darling." you left the scene with haste, you avoided him for a few days after which he wasn't too happy about that, he showed up at your room on the 5th day, shoving himself into your hotel room/apartment when you opened the door, you could tell he was positively seething, a pregnant silence fall upon you, as you visually see him trying to calm himself down "What in god's name are you avoidin' me about." his voice held hidden rage "It's nothing." you replied looking away from him "Like hell!" he yelled walking you back against the wall by the door "Look," he took a deep breath before continuing "I care about ya...so much. Whatever I do tell me so I can fix it." his blue orbs looked into yours desperately "I feel guilty.." you trailed off "I feel like a homewrecker." you told him, he didn't reply but instead kissed you deeply like he wanted you to forget the world and it worked.

He wasted no time getting you both undressed and rubbing your clit raw until your pussy was soaking and impatiently he slowly entered your core, groaning out as your hot slick coated him. You both waited, panting from the burning white pleasure of just being connected. You let out a loud cry as he pulled out and slammed back in, your back hit the wall, one of your legs wrap around his waist, and his hand helped it stay up as he thrusted a harsh pace, though he didn't continue for long when a knock came out the door and a pretty voice called out"Hi? Umm, this is Priscilla and I was wondering if you knew where Elvis is? I heard you're his personal server?" you choked back a moan, looking to Elvis in horror once you felt him move again but at a much slower pace, a smug smirk on his face "I don't know, S-sorry!" you called back, biting your lip, feeling of his long cock rubbing along your gummy walls, his tip nudging your cervix and his little bits to your neck felt like bless "Okay, thank you." her footsteps faded away to what you assume to keep looking for her husband.

You yelped as Elvis manhandled you to the floor and pushed your legs onto his shoulders, and started hammering into you, his head was thrown back and breathless growls made him even more ravishing, the coil inside you was getting tighter and tighter, your body jerking from his erratic pounding. Your back arched, letting out a deafening scream as your cummed around your lover's dick, Elvis groaned as your walls clenched down onto him tightly, milking his cock of all it's worth. As guilty as you felt, you couldn't stop loving and fucking Elvis, and what is worst is that Priscilla decided to stay for a month with Lisa Marie, reminding you that you are a homewrecker and the past few days you had gotten sick, you would run to the bathroom, vomit your guts out and you were more tired more than not, you had a hunch, and god you hope you were wrong, you couldn't..not in the relationship you had with Elvis.

You took 3 pregnancy tests, you already had some in your room, just in case and you hoped you wouldn't have to use them any time soon but here you are. After an unbearable five minutes, you got your answer, you're pregnant. You..you couldn't stay, you refuse to stay in the relationship you had with Elvis or abort it. You started to pack, you need to leave now, it was quite a trip to get to the one person you could always count on. Growing up you didn't have the best of fathers, your father loved to beat you and your mother, until most death, one night he chose to finally set your mother free and you were next but you escaped while he was busy, your bags already packed and a ticket with money you earned you ran into the night. That's how you meet Sash Olean, her situation was not that different, she ran away from her abusive boyfriend to—be husband, and you were only fifteen. You both decided to live together, to support each other, you only had one other.

She lived downtown, in a safe neighborhood, bus drive there was two hours, but it was doable. The sun burns bright as you watch the clouds and scenery pass by, finally, you reached your destination, and thanking the bus driver you set off to your old home. The house was an off-white color with blue outlining the roof, flowers of each color went across the yard, and a white picket fence wrapped around the house, you unlocked the gate and walked to the door, nerves rolling in your stomach like a cat playing with yarn 'you can do this' you breathed in and just you as you where gonna knock on the door, it open showing a face you had seen in years and one you didn't want too.

"Why hello sunshine."

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somanyratsinthewalls · 5 months

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Hello, congrats on your 300 followers! Could I ask for chocolate and daisy and/or fern, whatever suits you! 😊

I looooooove a prompt that makes Zoro feel! This was so good!

Pairing: Zoro x Afab!reader

WC: 1400

Prompt: ”Yes, I have feelings for you. Anyway. Moving on from that.”

— —

“SHIT- *crash*” Your body slams into the ground after your knife strike failed to meet anything. You raise your body up on your arms in the dirt. “Ow…”

“Another loss, little one.”

You felt the smooth, cold metal of a blade meet the nape of your neck. You roll your eyes.

“That really hurt, dickhead… thought you’d said you’d train me without killing me.” You crawl out from underneath Zoro’s blade, rubbing your ribs.

“No one is going to stop kicking your ass just because you asked nicely, y/n.” Zoro retorted at you as you picked yourself up off the ground.

“Whatever, Zoro.” You sheathed your twin knives back in their holsters and walked back towards the ship.

“What? Done already for the day? Can’t handle it?” Zoro goads you as you walk back to the Sunny.

You ignore him as you retreat to the showers.

— —

After your shower you spend your evening reclining on the deck in a lounge chair, trying to avoid the painful spasms in your upper back. Nami approached you coming from the galley with two plates of food.

“Y/n look, Sanji made girl dinner!” Nami exclaimed as she placed your plate in your lap.

“Hrmmph..” You groan as you look down at your plate of Caesar salad and French Fries.

“This is literally your favorite meal… what’s with the attitude?” Nami furrowed her brows and looked down at you from the lounge chair by your side.

“Zoro kicked my ass today. Everything hurts.” You slur out as you shove a forkful of dressing soaked iceberg into your mouth. Nami sighs as she puts a handful of fries into her face.

“When are you going to realize that he’s only being so hard on you because he’s desperately in love with you?”

You sputter out around your heavy bite of salad.

“Obviously that’s not true. Zoro doesn’t feel things like that… he’s… weird…”

“Are you that oblivious? Yeah he’s an idiot, y/n, but he’s still a man.” Nami shoveled a pile of Caesar salad into her maw.

“You.. you think he’s into me?” You put your fork down and contemplate Nami’s thoughts.

“Duh. Any moron can see that. Unfortunately most of our crew has gone beyond moron status.” Nami spits out with a full mouth.

You silently finish your meal and bring your dishes to the kitchen. After putting away your plates you retreat to your bedroom and let your exhausted body relax into your mattress. You drift off to sleep, mind full of your sparring partner.

— —

“I’m going to hit you and you’re going to brace your body.” Zoro sternly advises you, training you to harness your true power, possibly unlocking your haki potential.

“Fine.” You grip your twin knives and wait for the blow to fall. You focus your mind and try to harden yourself. You feel Zoro’s body rush past you and your senses pick him up from your right side. Instinctively, you raise your blades and block his sword.

“You were supposed to let me hit you!” Zoro huffs out at you, pressing his katana against your own weapons.

“Fuck… You!…” You hiss as you press him off you with your blades and he slides in the dirt 5 yards away. You knew you weren’t ready to take his full strength, so you defended yourself.

“You can’t win like this! You need to listen!” Zoro comes back at you after sliding his third sword into his mouth. He was annoyed at your defiance during training today, he wasn’t holding back any longer.

Zoro hits you with a three-sword-onigiri and you were blown backwards into a tree with superficial cuts across your chest.

Your head thumps against the tree before lolling forward. You catch your breath and stand up. You wobble with the first few steps towards your crewmate and adversary. He was beating you with an unnecessary force lately, and you were tired of it.

“Zoro…” You spit a thick glob of spit onto the ground next to you as you approach the swordsman.

“Clearly you’ve had enough. And we just started. Pathetic.” Zoro crosses his arms and looks at you as you stumble towards him. “You’ve lost your form entirely. You need to focus on-"

“Zoro… do you have feelings for me?” You lift your gaze to meet his.

Zoro pauses for a long time.

“Yes, I have feelings for you. Anyway. Moving on from that, you let your shoulders drop twice and your blade turn out when I-“

“THAT’S IT?” You shout at him. “You confess you want to be with me and you want to continue training? There’s no way you can be that aloof!”

“What else did you want me to do, y/n? I told you the truth, and I continued our lesson.” Zoro tells you nonchalantly.

“You want me? You want me, Zoro? Then show me, god damnit.” You push your tired body into his chest.

Zoro grabs you by your twitching, tired biceps. He looks down at you.

“Fine.”

Zoro smashes his lips onto yours. It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t intimate, it was fast and needy. Zoro wraps his arms around your small frame and pushes his lips further into your face.

“Take your fucking pants off…” Zoro huffs out into your mouth while raking his calloused hands through your hair. You oblige and strip your leggings and panties down off your feet quickly. Zoro picks you up by your waist and lays you down on the sand of the beach you two were training on. He leans back and undoes the sash around his waist along with the leather bindings on his trousers. His swords hit the ground along with the one from his mouth he discarded long ago. Zoro’s cock springs forward out of his pants and your mouth waters at the sight. You lift your sports bra up over your breasts so they would be exposed for your swordsman.

“My bratty girl, I’ll show you how to obey someone…”

Zoro grips his thick cock in his hand and strokes it up and down your wet sex.

“Zoro…” You whimper as he dips the hot head of his cock in and out of your entrance.

“Yeah little one, I know you want it. But how can you really take it?” Zoro pushes himself flush inside of you and you moan out at the feeling.

“I can! I promise I can!” You whimper out as you grab and claw at Zoro’s hips. You were so full and were ready to receive the full pleasure of your swordsman. Zoro began thrusting in and out of you at an inhuman pace. He gripped your chin in his hand and forced you to look up at him.

“That’s my girl. She can always take it, huh?” Zoro teases you as he lifts his free hand to rub softly at your sensitive clit. “Oh you’re so tight now, baby. Gonna cum? It’s okay mama, you can cum on me, it’s okay.”

You squeal and spasm on Zoro’s cock as he coaxes you through your orgasm. He was talking you through your intense pleasure. You babble incoherently as Zoro presses his body further into yours.

“I have so much cum for you, sweetness… I know you can take all of it…” Zoro grips your hips and looks down at you into your eyes. You gasp as you feel the beginning twitches of his cock releasing into your walls. Zoro’s stored load was so big that it spilled out of your hole while he was stilled buried deep within it.

“Mmmph… Zoro….” You stroke your swordsman’s back as he finished emptying his large load inside of you.

“”Hmmmrhppphh…. (First initial)… sleep…. Hngggnnphh…” Zoro cuddled your body close to his on the beach and started to snore.

“Oh no way, I’m leaving your ass here!” You hopped up and swept the sand off your sticky body. You start to walk towards the ship alone before you turn back around and see a conked out moss head on the path leading to the boardwalk.

“Oh you shit head…” You groan before you return back to the beach and pick up Zoro’s exhausted body and lifting it over your shoulder and returning to The Sunny. You tuck Zoro into your bed and strip yourself of your sandy, salty clothing. You slink into bed naked and pull Zoro into your chest.

“You’re so lucky I love you.” You whisper as you kiss the swordsman’s head and hold him into your breast.

“Goodnight, moss head.” You chuckle to yourself.

xx Mo

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teyamsgrl · 6 months

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Hiya! Can you do a fic with Lo’ak and a mermaid reader? She’s bullied for not being N’avi and feels like a outcast on Pandora. She has a human form and wears a shell pendant which helps her change into her mermaid form and she misses being a mermaid all the time and just wishes she could without being judged.

thank you sm for the request, this is such a unique concept which i love!!! also had to make the title in reference to the little mermaid ofc (also yes you can breathe without a mask for the sake of the fic)

part of your world ✧ lo'ak

°˖➴ warnings: fem mermaid!reader (has a human form), established relationship, set in awa'atlu, mentions of bullying/feeling isolated, lo'ak comfort 🫶🏻 - yawne: beloved

it was hard to be a mermaid in the seas of pandora, the way the na'vi looked at you was uncomfortable to say the least. you could feel their eyes burning holes into you each time you swam past, yet the one person who never made you feel judged was your boyfriend, lo'ak. lo'ak was the most amazing na'vi you had ever met and the only reason you stuck around the shores of awa'atlu in the first place. to avoid bullying from the na'vi, it was best for you to take your human form. though humans were unnatural to na'vi, they were more adapted to humans versus mermaids, especially ever since spider has been living amongst the sullys.

it was a normal morning for you, waking up in your marui and rolling over to face lo'ak who was sleeping soundly. you smile as you admire his features, watching his chest rise and fall gently. your hand travels to your neck, fingers grazing the shell pendant hanging there. your eyes fill with tears instantly as you think about your mermaid life, something you hadn't experienced for almost a year. it was so hard to not be yourself fully and you simply wished that everyone could just accept you for who you are. you quietly exit your marui, walking down to the beach and sitting down just a few feet into the sea. you shut your eyes as the waves crash around you, taking in a deep breath.

"got out quick this morning, yawne" you hear your boyfriend's voice behind you, the sound of his feet sloshing in the water following instantly. "needed to be in the water" you respond, watching as he takes a seat beside you in the clear blue sea. "you okay?" lo'ak was super intuitive and could sense a shift in your energy from miles away, "no.." you trail off as you place your much smaller hand in his. "missing the sea?" you nod and squeeze his hand, tears filling your eyes once again. "i wish i could just-" you inhale sharply, "just wanna be myself without getting harassed".

"i know, i know.." he wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you closer into his side, his warmth engulfing you right away. "i know it's hard to not be like everyone else, especially when they're purposefully not nice" he presses his lips to your head, "but i won't let anyone hurt you, and i encourage you to just be yourself, i know you're happier in mermaid form and you deserve to be happy. nobody can tell you that it's wrong to be your true self" his words make your tears fall, free hand clutching the shell around your neck. "you're- you're okay if i go back to mermaid form? i can still come here every morning and spend the day with you" you sniffle as you lock eyes with him, analyzing his face and deciphering his emotions. "of course i am, i want you to be your happiest. we can meet at our secret spot every morning" he smiles widely down at you as your own smile fills your face. "it's not to say that i'll never go into human form again, but i'd like to finally be myself for a while" lo'ak nods and leans in, capturing your lips in the sweetest kiss. you were so lucky to have a partner who would accept anything you wanted.

the next morning as you swim up to a rock on the west of the beach (your special spot), you smile as you see lo'ak holding your favourite fruit in his hands. "good morning, mermaid"

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buckyarchives · 1 year

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Metal Arms and Short Skirts [Drabble]

summary: you and bucky run into a small bump when he brings up kids.

word count: 6k

author note: i, personally, have a strong hatred towards the “girlboss has tradwife ephihany after meeting a man” trope so here is me doing the complete opposite

second (sober) note: i wrote, edited and posted this stoned as fuck so tell me if you like this more than usual fics so i can make a note to write high more often

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It was a well-known fact after two years into the relationship that you and Bucky were the ‘it’ couple, both inside the compound and outside. Especially due to the rise in the avenger’s popularity, your hobby of walking red carpets and mingling with the rich and famous (you’ve even been over at the Kardashian for dinner once — yes, Sam was beyond upset he didn’t get an invite) helped with that fact too. Many times have you brought Bucky along as your plus one, so much so that he started getting invited and being plastered on magazine covers and Twitter feeds.

So when the news - no, rumors of a breakup came out? Dear god, Nick Fury would have thought the world was ending.

no one was sure what happened, and no one saw it coming either. you guys had been absolutely thriving since announcing it officially. Steve saw a complete difference in Bucky’s demeanor, he still wasn’t the old Bucky — but a new, healthy, and not despair ridden. He was happy. and maybe Tony wasn’t happy about it in the beginning, considering he saw himself as a sudo-father figure. He couldn’t deny you seemed happier with life, your work sure shows it.

Natasha noticed it first when Bucky's shoulders sagged more and he was spending more nights in the compound instead of your apartment. as well as the continuous night eating and sleeping in. Then, Wanda, she gossiped a lot. about good and bad, so when you skillfully began to avoid the man in every conversation. she began to realize something was wrong.

Soon everyone noticed it. because once Bucky's depression turned to blind hatred and his sparring partners (Sam) were getting beaten a little too hard. snide comments were being made and he just became a genuinely unpleasant person to be around. Sam and Steve more than jumped to find out what the hell happened.

Wanda and Sam stood before the stove, flipping pancakes and eggs. The morning hue showed on everyone’s face and hair. Natasha's red hair looks wild in her messy bun, if you can even call it that. She sat next to Steve, trying not to publicly flirt since their relationship started to flourish. mostly not to miss Bucky off too.

and Bucky sat hunched over like an old and angry man, shoveling bacon into his mouth with the seemingly permanent scowl he’s worn for the past few weeks.

they had a loosely put-together plan to figure it out, but Wanda couldn’t help but slip up out of frustration, she missed the days when you sleep over and join them on their team breakfasts. “what happened to breakfast at y/n?”

Bucky visibly flinched at your name, his breath hitching in his throat and almost choking on his bacon. they had danced around the subject of you once figuring out the obvious separation, your appearance at the compound got less and less to the point someone would think you got transferred somewhere else.

Sam sent a surprised glance towards Wanda, whilst all other eyes were on Bucky as he gaped his mouth open and tried to find a response. Steve was practically on the edge of his seat after not getting a word of you from Bucky for weeks.

clearing his throat, and gulping down both water and his nerves. “we’re not on good terms right now.”

“Well, if that wasn’t obvious” Natasha murmured under her breath, focused on her food. Bucky sent a glare out of the corner of his eyes. rolling his eyes, he threw the now empty plate into the sink. not wanting to be bothered by the looks of the other, he headed for the door.

“ah! not so fast, tin man. we have some serious stuff to talk about.'' Tony popped up from literally nowhere and stood before the exit, blocking Bucky from leaving the kitchen and to his room or the gym.

“move, Stark. I'm going on a run.” Bucky said - a lie - he was most likely wallowing in self-desperation in his room.

“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, honey?” Tony snarked.

Bucky went to shove his way around him, but then Tony stepped to the side and suddenly the common room was on lock down and the door slammed shut in front of his face.

“no one is leaving this room until I figure out what happened to you and y/n, and fix it,'' Tony said, taking a seat with an annoyed and almost angry face. Bucky’s jaw clenched as he stood awkwardly, half of the avenger's eyes on him, staring at his feet. “because my best worker is lacking in worK and most important — trying to leave the company.``

“What?” the brunette's head pops up, as well as everyone else’s in the room. a matching concerned face was shared through the avengers, wilder on Buckys.

“she won’t tell me why, but I can only assume it has something to do with you so don’t mess up my life anymore and tell me why.'' Tony lectured, the usual blind and comedic annoyance turned to actual anger towards Bucky as he explained. Then everyone soon realized you weren’t just distancing yourself from Bucky, but everyone and it hurt Tony - someone who (despite popular opinion) actively tried to keep the family together at all cost. because he was losing one of his longest friends now.

“He's right, man. we’ve all noticed how this thing has affected you.” Sam spoke up, much more concerned than tony.

Bucky noticed all the eyes on him, stripping him down and making him feel seen and vulnerable. he felt small. Bucky huffed disappointingly as he shuffled to the small couch in the common room. falling dramatically on it as he clenched his jaw, “y/n and I have come to some… disagreements about…” Bucky's words were slow and shaky, trying to figure out how to describe what happened. “our future together so we’ve decided to see other people.”

glances were shared of confusion and concern, and Bucky’s gaze stayed glued to the air. He really, really did not want to talk about this. it sends a cold and painful chill down him that aches.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tony shouted, still frustrated and mentally done with Bucky’s grief spared attitude. He just wanted you back at work and happy again or he’ll try choking out a supersoldier today.

“It means she broke up with me, okay?” Bucky choked out, not wanting to dwell on you anymore.

“But why?”

Bucky groaned, “because we had a disagreement!”

“About what?” Tony shouts back, growing more and more frustrated as Bucky dodges the real question.

Bucky shot up, beginning to grow frustrated as well. He yelled, “I can't tell you if you're going to yell and look at me like a caged animal!”

“Okay, boys. Tony chill, Bucky - sit and just explain to me what happened." Natasha shot up and nudged herself in between the two, breaking up whatever brawl was going to happen.

Bucky was so drained mentally and depressed that he just plopped down and sat next to Natasha, Natasha gave bucky such a warm comfort he didn’t fight against it, he felt safe enough to talk about this with her (and maybe more if Sam, Steve or Wanda didn’t continue to stare down his neck as Bucky mustered up any words)

“I brought up our future… kids and marriage.” bucky started, “and we disagreed on a few things, and it sparked an argument. We both said some very hurtful things and we decided to end it, or at least a break.”

“Like officially breaking up?” Natasha asked.

Bucky wore the pain he felt on his face, he just missed you and felt speaking it out loud would give it a mouth, and then he really would never see you again. “I don’t know, maybe? We were too busy yelling at each other to figure that out.”

“Okay, “ Natasha breathed out, Sam and Wanda were quick to join the impromptu therapy session. Bucky was glad it was them rather than someone like Tony or Thor. The one time Thor gave Bucky relationship advice it was along the lines of having an orgy because “it builds trust and passion.” or something along the lines of that.

“Have you talked to her since?” Wanda asked, approaching the topic gently as he sat across bucky with soft and understanding eyes. Realizing he should have brought this up sooner with the group rather than his therapist, the girls came to him with a much more understanding and comforting approach.

Bucky shook his head shamefully, “the morning after the argument, she said she wanted space and to possibly seek out other people. Told me to explore other options.”

Everyone shared confused looks, either bucky was lying through his teeth or something really weird had gotten into you. None of this sounded like you, “what type of disagreement did you two have for her to come to that?'' Sam perked up.

“Um, well.” Bucky's head fell down as he fidgeted with a loose string on his shirt. “I brought up having kids, and other things like marriage and moving in together, but mostly kids. She didn't want it and I don't even know how the argument started but we were both really frustrated and tired and it did. By the end of it it seemed she practically gave up on us because our idea about the future looked different and now- now, I don't know how to fix it.”

Bucky's voice croaked a little toward the end, showing how absolutely hung up he was on the possibility of losing you. Since the gala he's known that you were it for him, the one secure thing he could come back to at the end of the day and you were stripped away from him so abruptly.

It didn't help that fact Bucky was very adamant about having a family, since he technically doesn't have one anymore. Not blood anyways, so eventually retiring and starting a family was one of the most important things to him now that he was free.

“She did always says she wasn't going to have kids,” Tony mumbled under his breath, but Bucky heard it and it definitely did not help his mental state.

“Anyways, by the end of it - we both said very hurtful things and I don't think she wants to speak to me right now.” Bucky sighed.

“Did you apologize?

“She hasn't given me a chance to yet,” Bucky admitted, he tried to – not very well. But you've done more than enough to avoid it, it hit bucky in the chest like a spear. So far you were trying to transfer to San Diego and work for Pym. And everyone knew Hank would be more than pleased with the idea of that, so yes - it scared Bucky to death that he was slowly losing you.

Everyone sat silent for a moment, unsure of where to go from here as it seemed Bucky had hit a brick wall with you. Everyone knows how stubborn you can be.

“You are all a bunch of idiots.”

A low and raspy voice snarked from the doorway, and a blonde archer stood with a less than disappointed look as he leaned against the wall.

“How’d you get in here?” Tony perked up.

Clint decided to ignore the questions, “you’re asking advice from a bunch of single people, a girl who's dating a literal toaster, and don't get me started on Pep and Tony's dynamic. I am the one happily married person with kids on this team.”

Everyone was left dumbfounded as Clint continued his speech, striding in front of the slouched and sorrow-filled Bucky Barnes, leaning down with his hand on his knees to meet Bucky's face.

“Do you love her?”

“Yes.” bucky quipped like it was second nature.

“Like, really, really love her. Like take a bullet for her or have to snake the drain every 2 weeks love her.”

Odd questions but Bucky already was snaking the drain frequently for you, for a doctor-engineer you were weirdly squeamish. And Bucky knew he'd step in front of a bullet for you with absolutely no thought, and that didn’t even scare him, as long as you were safe.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Clint's voice rose and fell stern, almost in a lecture-type voice he'd only heard from a mother. “Snap out of it, get off your ass, buy her flowers or something, and go get her. Because you are losing her every second you don't.”

“But I don't know how to fix it.'' Bucky realized he was starting to sound whiny and desperate now, but he felt it inside too. He was a complete mess, and Clint was going to shake it out of him one way or another.

“God, you really need help. How have you survived these two years.” Clint mutters, “you compromise! That's like 60% of keeping a long-term relationship. Communicate and compromise, if you love her that much you will do that.”

Bucky felt stupid now, but maybe he would have tried that out earlier if he had the chance. “But she's made it very clear she doesn't want to talk to me.”

“Doesn't matter, she's had three weeks of space and I'm sure the one thing she's waiting for is for you to seek her out.” Clint explains simply like he's gone through the situation before. “I don't care if she’s already found a new place in California, go to her and beg for forgiveness for whatever hurtful things you said and just. Talk.”

Bucky carded a hand through his brunette locks, his hair was getting grease from simply being too depressed to shower and letting his emotions out on the poor punching bag in the gym. He nodded slowly, hyping himself up in his head to do exactly what Clint was explaining.

“Okay, I'll find her and talk.” was all bucky could say, he still had a lot of thinking to do.

“And shower first, please. You smell like a dog.”

Bucky just nodded.

Three weeks ago.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to bring this up now, Bucky had just gotten back from a 2-week-long mission, and being stuck with a fake identity with Sam in Tokyo had made him beyond frustrated but equally happy to come home to you. Bucky didn't know it then, but you'd been working yourself to the wit's end after the new discovery of nanotech between you and tony. Many nights were spent up late and awake early, since Bucky wasn't there to drag you to bed and away from the lab.

But, It's been on Bucky's mind for a moment now, on the tip of his tongue every time he got a moment alone with you. And now as he sat across from you, the kitchen light shining down on you as you went through the new research on nanotech. Your eyebrows furrowed as you concentrated on the words, gently tugging at your bottom lip. Bucky let himself watch you for a moment before bringing up the topic that's hovered over him for the past couple of months.

“Baby?” he stared, your head perking up towards him.

“Hm?” you hummed, closing the file to put your full attention on bucky.

He fidgeted with his thumbs nervously under the table, licking his lips before starting. “We’ve been together for a while and I was just wondering about something…”

You instantly put on a defensive face, many assumptions swirled in your head about what he could be alluding to. Many things but all you knew is that it was going to be a hard conversation to have. “Yeah?”

“I was thinking about trying for kids, you know? If that's something your able to do…” Bucky spoke slowly and cautiously, this was the first time he’d seriously brought this up. Only a few jokes were shared about kids' names and how you'd raise your children, always lighthearted and mostly unserious.

You gulped, unsure of how to exactly approach this topic with bucky. You knew his stance on family and how important that was to him, “yeah, I can get pregnant. but, I'm not too sure about kids, buck.”

“Why not?” Bucky asked innocently, he didn't mean to sound pushy even if it may have translated like that towards you.

“I- I don't know, I just don't think that'd be good for us right now.”

Bucky tried to bite his tongue, but that had never worked in the past, especially not now. “I think it'd be nice, you don’t want a mini us running around?”

In truth, you were beyond tired, you had been barely keeping your eyes open as you read. Your hazy mind was caught off guard by such a question, especially after work has been so hectic for each of you. Bucky was either away on a mission, or you'd be in the lab or flying out for research and meetings. Barely anytime for each other right now and suddenly, Bucky asking to start a family now?

Frustrated, you sighed. “I didn't say that - I know how important family and kids are to you but I just don't know if I can do that.”

“You don't have to agree because I want to, it's your body – you do what you want.” bucky shot back, growing equally frustrated, he started to regret the timing of this conversation but he opened the pandora's box and he wasn't sure how to close it now. “It was just a suggestion.”

The attitude and words left your mouth before you could even understand how harsh it was, but you were working with half a brain right now. “Well, it kinda feels like you're pressuring me into this, Bucky.” you huffed, abruptly getting up from your seat to put the files away. You'd had enough reading for the night.

“I'm not!” bucky quipped, almost instinctively following you around the apartment. “I just think we’ve been together long enough to seriously talk about our future.”

A headache began to grow and you just wanted to go to bed. “Well, I'm sorry but I can't give you the answers you're looking for, bucky.”

“I just wanted to at least talk about it together.'' Bucky pleaded, he was trying – at least. Yes, he was frustrated and equally tired but somewhere in his head was telling him to stop and finish this later, but maybe the desire of starting a family was too strong.

He realized soon after he got his mind back that most of his bloodline was killed off by either the war or simply just died off by old age. He remembered the night he looked for nieces and nephews, hoping Becca got married and lived a good life. Only to find nothing and then truly realize he was alone at this time, Steve and you – sure. Maybe he was getting greedy but he wanted someone he could call real family.

But now he realized he shouldn't have pushed.

You threw your hand up, almost angry now as you shouted back. “I’m sorry, but I’m not 100 fucking years old and looking to reproduce right now!”

Bucky's face dropped, “really? You have to bring that shit into it.”

“Yes, because I have other things to be focusing on right now,” you yelled back.

“Like what?” Bucky argued back.

“My job!” you shouted like it was completely obvious, which it sort of was, and that made you even more angry that bucky couldn't see that.

“y/n, your net worth is nearing eight fucking figures! It's not like you're going to starve anytime soon!” Maybe Bucky was bitter, for many reasons. Growing up poor, and the feeling that sometimes you pay more attention to your work than bucky. “What about us?”

You stood back, mouth gaped and utterly taken off guard by bucky. Narrowing your eyes at him, “really? I cannot believe you actually said that.”

“I'm serious. I feel like I've been left in the dark recently and just want to know the endgame with us.”

“Okay,” you snarked, “we finish this conversation and you figure out I can't give you what you want? What happened then?”

“I don't know but-”

You quickly cut him off, bitterness dripped from your words and your head grew hot from anger. “You find out I can’t give you kids, or marriage or I don’t turn into a 1940s fucking trad wife you expect out of me. What then? You gonna go find someone else?”

“I don't expect any of that out of you! And I don't want anyone else but you.” Bucky shouted, his hands shaking with nerves and anger at your jabs at him. Never expect you to bring up his more than unfortunate past. “Do you want that?”

“At this point, maybe! Because what's the purpose if I can't give you a life you're happy with?” you choked out and the fear that washed over Bucky was unreal, if what you're alluding to is true.

Bucky's face scrunched up in anger, and confusion and his heart pounded in his chest and threatened to break. “Really? Are you really saying we need to end this?”

“I'm not going to continue a relationship if either one of us is unhappy, no amount of love can fix that crack, bucky.”

Bucky's breath hitched and he can only assume that his heart has broken now. He's been a hopeless romantic since his first crush in elementary. So the words coming from you hit him like a train - and he is not a fan of trains – and caused tears to threaten to spill as he bit back any further hurtful words.

But the damn was broken and both tears and his words came out with no stopping, he scoffed. “It's great to know how much faith you have in us.” sarcasm and anger dripped from his words and equally hit each other like a knife.

“Bucky–”

“No,” he croaked out, hurt and defeated by this argument. “I can't do this right now, I'm sleeping on the couch and we can talk about this tomorrow.”

Bucky didn't want to end it like this, you've had arguments before but never like this. Always fixing it before you could leave the room, never leaving words unsaid or arguments hanging unresolved. You two have never gone to bed angry with each other or worse – separated.

And you let him snatch his pillow from your bed and leave the room, despite the urge to pipe up and ask to stay. But you were stubborn and held grudges, it was a well-known fact and one bucky had too. Which was the last way each of you needed to be acting right now.

Because as each of you woke, the tension in the air was thick and hurt like a fire. Bucky stayed in the kitchen making food for both of you and kicking himself as he heard you successfully avoid him for half of the morning by taking your sweet time getting ready.

It hit bucky like a knife when you shamefully stared him down, arms crossed and jaw clenched. Telling him that this was it and to see other people, he choked on the swarming thoughts and just held his tongue and nodded. Frozen in fear of actually losing you, unable to stop you from walking out the door and going to work.

You had the final word and Bucky cursed to himself as he left the apartment for what he thought would be the last time.

“I don't know. Hope.” you sighed, balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear. “I said some mean stuff, and buck wants a kid but I just can't do that right now.”

“I know, but are you really going to separate because of it? Not to be mean, but that seems pretty dramatic.” hope scoffed, slightly distorted as she spoke from the other line.

“He deserves a good and happy life though, after everything he's gone through. If kids and marriage and the white picket fence thing are what he needs, I just can't give him that.” you sighed, “I tried to go on a date with an old classmate, and he tried to kiss me. I felt like I was cheating somehow. I just kept thinking about Bucky.”

“Isn't that like a perfect sign to talk to him?”

“Maybe.” you sighed.

The past few weeks have been a little less than torture, bearable if you threw yourself into work but that also meant going to the compound where you would most definitely run into bucky. This is the last thing you need if you were trying to move on for him, it's for the better – you'd tell yourself at night when you were close to just calling him because you miss falling asleep in his arms.

Work and money have been the top priority in your life since you got your first job working at a car garage at 15. It wasn't stopped anytime soon and the way bucky spoke made you feel as if he expected you to stop that for him. Which sounds selfish, yeah – but you knew how men thought back in the 40s and you were the farthest thing from that. Your mistake for thinking bucky would understand.

“Well, you know my dads been trying to steal you from Stark for years now so if you need that much space you have a job over here.” Hope offered, referring to moving to San Diego. You lived near the area for a while after college, you didn't like the hot weather and slowness of the city but stayed for work. It would be a sure way to stay away from Bucky and maybe get over him, but that commitment and sureness of it being all over scare you.

“Maybe, I'll think about it.” you rubbed your hand on your neck to soothe your anxiety and nerves, the thought of bucky recently had done nothing besides spring tears in your eyes.

Ding!

The doorbell rings through the apartment and snaps you out of your self-wallowing thoughts. “Hey, hope. I'll call you back.”

“Sure, y/n. Just send me a text if you want the position here, it's open to you anytime you want it.” Hope reassures.

“Mkay, bye.” you bid your goodbyes and quickly hung up, taking a deep breath as you set your phone down on your bed. Your feed padded as you went for your front door, and whoever was waiting patiently behind it. You hoped it was your new self-indulgent purchase from Prada.

You experience something short of whiplash when you swung open the door, your mouth gapes and you swear you stopped breathing. Definitely not Prada.

Bucky had somewhat planned this appearance, with the help of Clint. He shaved a little, but not full because he knew you liked him with stubbled. His long hair was tucked behind his ears neatly and he wore that one blue sweater you bought him, your favorite. Bucky held your favorite flowers in one hand, a bouquet the size of your head by two. And in the other, if your nose was correct, your favorite food.

Oh, he's good, too good.

You both stood awkwardly in front of each other, Bucky had to restrain himself from either bursting into tears or dropping everything to hug you as if his life depended on it.

“Can we talk?” is what he settled on.

You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously, going over your options quickly. But everything in you was telling you to bring him in and never let go, despite how much it hurt. “Using my favorite food against me is cold, sarge.”

Bucky's heart ached and leaped at the nickname, being deprived of your sweet words for weeks did something to him. With a cheeky grin, he held up the pack. “Spicy Thai soup with shrimp. Just for you.”

It was way too hard to be mad at him when he was so attentive and so good-looking.

“Come in.” you sighed and moved out of the way to let him in.

hesitantly, keeping you at arm's length as he walked in and set the food and flowers on the island. You watched him intensely, he kept his gaze away and bit his cheek. You settled down on a bar stool and watched as he found an empty vase in the pantry.

With no words shared Bucky cut the ends and put the flowers in a vase of water to be displayed. A routine he knew by heart, getting flowers every week or so was normal and you didn’t realize how much you missed it until now.

You gritted your teeth, shame swelled in your stomach for pushing him away so aggressively, someone who loved so fiercely. You felt like you were going to hurl when his gaze met yours, he looked so sad.

Looking down at the counter, not moving an itch. “I'm sorry for using the fact you're 100 years old against you.”

The phrase was so comedic and stupid that Bucky couldn't help but stifle a small laugh, it worked in his favor when he saw you bite back a small grin. How could he stay away this long?

“I think it's actually 102 or 103, I lost count after 90,” he mentions, but you looked at him and his face fell seriously. “And I'm sorry for pressuring you to have kids, that wasn't my intention.”

You nodded, “I'll have kids with you, I want to. Just not right now.”

Bucksy face lit up and nothing could stop you from swooning over him now, biting back a grin as he spoke. “Really? I'm serious, you don't have to go through that just to please me.”

“I want to, I really do,” you reassured, taking deep breaths. “There's just so much going on right now and I panicked because it felt like you were asking that of me now, and I'm sorry for working so much and pushing you–”

Bucky sprung up with a more than sympathetic face and he cut you off by holding your jaw in his hands. You forgot how warm and welcoming his embrace was, you almost collapsed into him there. “Hey, don't apologize for being the badass, genius, hard-working woman you are.” he spoke with an adoring grin, “I shouldn't have put that against you.”

“No but you’re right, I've been putting Stark industries and my projects before you and I shouldn't be doing that.” you leaned farther into his touch. Chasing his comfort, bucky just smiled down at you because he missed this too much, being starved of you is high on his list of torture tactics. “And you are right about needing to talk about our future, it's just that…”

You trailed off, avoiding bucky’s eye contact again and nipping at your bottom lips from nerves. Bucky was quick to run a thumb across your lips to stop you and get your attention once more. His voice was unbelievably gentle and soft, “What is it? Come on, let's talk.”

“I know I don't talk about my family but my mom was a lot like me, you know? Workaholic, always trying to rack up the digits on her paycheck, lavish and indulgent lifestyle,” you explained and bucky was so attentive to your words - it took everything to not kiss him right there. You exhaled a shaky breath, “but then she met my dad and had me and she kinda stopped all of that. Stayed at home and got a small part-time job, letting my dad bring in all the money and there's nothing wrong with that! I could just tell she was miserable like that but kept at it because it was what my dad wanted.”

“Oh.” Bucky sighed, urging you to continue.

“And I think I took your words the wrong way that night and got scared of ending up like her, I know you wouldn't do that but I panicked and pushed you away because of it.” you finished and let your eyes travel to your lap, but bucky was having none of it as he urged you to look him in the eye.

“Hey, I forgive you and I'm sorry for scaring you like that, but it's important to me that you know I wouldn't force that lifestyle on you.” bucky smiled, a tease to the end of his next words. “If anything, I'm trying to be a stay-at-home dad and live off your paycheck.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his statement, a smile growing from ear to ear. All the past emotions rushed out of you as a few happy-sad tears sprung to your eyes, chasing his embrace when you pulled him close and hid in the crook of his neck. Oh, how you missed his smell, “I love you, James.”

Bucky handheld your back as he pulled you even closer, he felt warmer than ever and smiled to himself. “I love you too.”

You stayed tucked in Bucky's arms for a while, you missed him too much to pull away right away. Bucky’s hand caressed your back as he soaked up your touch. Mumbling into his shoulder, “let's try not to fight over something stupid again and actually talk.”

“Agreed.” bucky nodded to himself, slowly pulling you back to peck your cheek. A mischievous grin fell on his lips that made you quirk an eyebrow.

“What is it?”

Bucky pursed his lips, “so no babies right now, correct?”

“Correct.”

“Okay,” he hummed, his hands falling to your waist and pulling you against him. “Then let's just practice for when we want to, yeah?”

“Bucky!”

Bucky's phone began to ring annoyingly from beside him, somewhere hidden in the couch cracks. Gently reaching over to grab it, not moving too much so he doesn't wake the sleeping beauty on his lap.

After catching up on about 3 weeks of sex, a few rounds on the kitchen counter, and a few more on the couch. You both ended up half-naked and heating up the now-cold Thai food. Bucky was surprised it didn’t get knocked to the ground when he quite literally bend you over and fucked you hard on the counters. You both settled warmingly onto the couch and begged Bucky to watch Pixar movies, and of course, he couldn't say no.

It was dark now and empty containers of food littered around the coffee table, getting fucked good and hot food sure can wear a girl out as you fell asleep on Bucky. probably the best sleep you've gotten since the fight.

Steve was calling, definitely to check up on the talks. Bucky glanced back down at you before pressing accept, still sound asleep and slightly snoring. Bucky put the phone to his ear.

“So, how'd it go?” Steve asked.

Bucky wore a warm smile when he replied, gaze not leaving you. “Good, really good. We talked it out and it mostly boiled down to miscommunication.”

“Just talked or?” Steve teased, something bucky wondered if the blonde could read his mind.

“Oh, zip it,” Bucky said, a chuckle coming from the other line. “I don't want to wake her, so I'll call you tomorrow?”

“Alright, don't get yourself into any more trouble.”

“Don't plan on it, pal.'' Bucky bid his goodbyes to Steve and hung the phone up, throwing it to the side.

Bucky knew he had to wake you and get you into bed, clean up the apartment, and slip under the covers close to you. But for now, he was just enjoying the safety he felt with you in his arms, and not alone in the compound with you in California. It was more than true that you were it for him, and after getting a taste of what it was like to lose you.

Well, he'd be damned if anything got in between you two now.

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call to the devil and the devil will come (chapter two)

Lucifer hadn’t planned on sleeping that night. He intended to get out of bed after he had been lying there for a few moments, but he never did. Instead that drunken sleep had found him, taking him into unconsciousness. It was the sleep that would leave him more exhausted when he woke in the morning, his heart racing faster inside his chest than it normally would have been. Luckily, even with the spiked heart rate, the sleep had been dreamless which was better than the alternatives in his mind.

When he woke, he felt himself reach consciousness, and he groaned loudly. His head pounded and throbbed with pain, and his eyes did not want to open despite being awake. He turned in the bed, feeling the sheets get tangled further around his body. That alone had let him know he had a rather restless night of sleep. All he wanted to do was to go back to sleep now, but he could now feel his quickened heart rate and now he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep.

He reached and pulled the blankets over his head, trying to shield his eyes from the sunlight beaming through windows from behind the curtains. He really should’ve just had blackout curtains like he had done in his office back at the mansion. Even if that meant he had a hard time knowing the exact time while inside the office, he could’ve been in there for days or weeks and not known, it was easier than facing the fact that time was passing at times. Especially when the sunlight seemed to attack the ever-growing and pounding headache.

The king heard a knock on his door and he took a deep breath in. He wasn’t sure who could be up at the early hour and not be suffering the same consequences as he was, the others all had drunk much more than he did as he didn’t start until later in the evening. The knock came again and he sat up, rubbed his face, winced as the bright sun came through the cracks of the curtains, and sighed. A wave of his hand as he stood and he was refreshed and dressed in a new white suit and jacket. No one had to be the wiser he was currently dealing with a raging hangover.

Lucifer crossed the room and opened the door. An immediate frown came across his face as he saw the Radio demon standing on the other side in the hallway, a smile across his face as he leaned down so that he was face to face with the King, which only annoyed Lucifer more. “Good morning!” Alastor said enthusiastically loud, earning a grumble and wince from the King.

“What is so important you came to get me this early in the morning?” The fallen angel asked as he looked at the ever-smiling demon.

Alastor hummed, the radio frequencies filling the air as he sat in silence for a few moments before answering, “Why it’s two in the afternoon! Charlotte was getting quite concerned! I offered graciously to come see if you were awake yet!”

That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t be two in the afternoon, he couldn’t have slept in that much. Lucifer reached into his pockets and grabbed out his phone, nearly dropping it in the process. He huffed as he turned the device on, noticing firstly that it was nearly dead. He really should’ve plugged the damned electronic in before he passed out so he wouldn’t have to now. Then he checked the time, and there it was, ten minutes past two in the afternoon.

The alcohol had really fucked with him more than he thought it did, or maybe it was all the sleep he had purposely avoided finally catching up when he couldn’t fight it any longer. Suddenly the demon took a step into Lucifer’s room and he took a step back in turn, eyes narrowed at the sudden intrusion into his privacy. “What are you doing? I didn’t tell you that you could come in.”

“You never told me I couldn’t.” The demon said simply and stood straight once more, standing tall. It was on purpose, the fallen angel knew it and hated it. “Do you remember anything from last night, sire?”

That question sent Lucifer spiraling in his mind. He remembered bits and pieces of the night prior, but not everything. He couldn’t remember everything even on a good day. So drinking did nothing to help or improve the fallen angels’ memory and actively worked against it.

The lack of an answer was an answer in of itself and one that Alastor accepted immediately. He made an interesting hum and took a step back, once again standing outside of the devils' room. “Thank you for the valuable information you’ve given me! Charlie is downstairs, I shall let her know that you did not pass in the night.”

Before the king could respond, the Radio demon disappeared into the shadows. A low growl escaped him as he pulled at his face before making himself appear down in the parlor. He was awake, Charlie was worried about him, he needed to tell her that he was fine.

Charlie was pacing back and forth in front of a corkboard, with red string attached to pictures attached to articles. Vaggie sat on a chair backward, head resting on her arms that were atop the headrest. She had a look of concern and love for his daughter and was listening intently to all of her ramblings about the next steps they needed to take to make sure the hotel was a success. There were two sections, one for if Heaven agreed and helped, and the second if Heaven was against the idea.

Lucifer studied the board, standing off to the side, behind Vaggie and Charlie so the two didn’t notice he had arrived. He stood there in silence, letting his daughter's voice, chipper, excited, and full of determination fill the air. She was so confident, so sure of herself and that the hotel was going to succeed, that the devil himself started to believe it as well. If anyone could do it, it could be Charlie, and all they needed was to get Heaven on board with the idea. They needed someone in Heaven to actually sit down and listen to what Charlie had to say.

Charlie turned to face Vaggie, and a pleasant surprised look came across her face at the sight of Lucifer. She smiled immediately and rushed over, pulling him into a tight hug. “Dad! You’re awake! I was worried that you left!”

“I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye! And as I said before, I have no intentions of leaving you again, CharChar.” He promised as he hugged back just as tight, closing his eyes momentarily as his head throbbed from the tightness of the hug. Charlie released him and took a few steps back, bouncing a few times on the heels of her feet as she returned to the large board.

“As I was telling Vaggie, to be able to get sinners to want to come and actively participate in the hotel, to have a chance at redemption, we need to get proof that it can happen. And I know it can. I just… I need another chance with Heaven.” As she said this she looked back at him and he knew what that look meant. She was asking without saying if he could try and set up another meeting.

That thought alone scared him. He had struggled the first time she had asked for that. It was different when Heaven contacted him, that was expected, that was routine. For it to be the other way around, for Lucifer to be the one to reach out to Heaven, set something up with Heaven, that was different. He knew that they all still saw him as the villain, as the one who caused the grief and anguish in the world, that he let Evil into the world. He hadn’t done it on purpose, that wasn’t his intention in the slightest, but no matter how many times he tried to argue, to defend himself, he was ignored and blamed. So he stopped trying and allowed them to paint him as the villain.

Her face, his little girls’ face, asking, begging, pleading for his help, for him to reach out, to try and make the connection so that they could get things rolling again. He knew that she held out hope that now Adam was out of the picture, that Heaven would be more willing to see things her way. He was terrified if he reached out, they’d want to hold the hotel accountable for the death of the first man. An eye for an eye was Heavens’ motto, a sense of justice that never made sense to the Devil but was what he had to live with every day since being thrown out of Heaven.

All Lucifer wanted was to give Charlie everything he could, to prove himself, to apologize for everything he had missed out on, for having isolated himself for years. He wanted to do better. He had to do better. He would be better. And that meant he’d call up Heaven and demand another meeting, threaten them if he had to if they first refused. Anything for his little girl.

So he let a tired smile creep onto his face as he nodded once and just that action was enough to send the princess squealing in excitement and a plethora of thank yous pouring out of her. Another tight squeeze of a hug and then Charlie was back at the board. Her fingers were quick to grab onto different items, stringing new pictures, and new articles up, taking some down, and rearranging others.

The fallen angel waved to Vaggie and made his quiet exit from the parlor into the kitchen. He needed something in his stomach, nothing too heavy but something. Perhaps he’d make himself some toast or find some fruit to eat in the fridge, though the last time he had opened the fridge door he had come face to face with a rather unpleasant sight due to the Radio demons’ unnatural tastes.

He searched through the cabinets first, a safer choice to find something edible without the chance of immediately losing his little appetite due to an unwanted surprise. He let his fingers tap along the counter, missing the feeling of his cane within his hand, he needed to find where he had let it disappear, it certainly couldn’t have gone far. Canned foods, canned fruit, canned meat, nothing spiking this interest, a forgotten protein bar that looked like it had better days, and half a loaf of bread, though by the looks of it, had been sitting in the back of the cabinet for some time.

The entire kitchen needed a rework, new groceries, maybe new rules on what was allowed inside the communal fridge as well as a fresh set of dishware. A sigh escaped his lips as he closed the cabinets, turned, and blinked twice at the sight of the Radio demon standing behind him. Something that looked close to disappointment crossed Alastors eyes momentarily before it was replaced by an amused smile. “You certainly aren’t the jumpy type, are you?”

Lucifer leaned against the counter as he looked at Alastor, an unamused frown paralleling the demon’s face. “I’m the oldest being in Hell, if I was still jumpy after being here this time I don’t think I’d be called King of Hell. Also, Charlie had a stretch of time in her childhood where she desperately tried to scare me any chance she got, so someone sneaking up on me isn’t going to make me jump.”

“I suppose if that’s all you have to show for being King, you might as well gloat about it more.” Alastors voice seemed like it was coming from all around the devil, the radio frequencies fluctuating with every other word that had been spoken.

Lucifer growled at the backhanded compliment and he stood straighter, off of the counter. “That is not all-” Before he could even finish the sentence, the end of a cane was pressed into his chest, pushing him back against the counter. His eyes looked down at the cane and went up, noticing the apple bobble in the hand of the demon. Another growl escaped him. “So you stole my cane?”

Alastors smile grew at the accusation. “Why of course not! I am simply returning it to the rightful owner, after all, you had been so careless last night with it, letting it drop and roll wherever. Left it on the floor.” He laughed.

The King reached forward to attempt and grab the cane, only for the demon to pull it away, leaning against it, having to lean forward quite a bit just to be able to. “Such a short cane, though I suppose fits your needs quite well!”

A groan escaped his lips and he attempted again to grab his cane away. Once more, it was pulled out of reach, and Alastor spun it around a few times, inspecting the apple bobble closely. A small laugh escaped the demon as he turned the cane around a few times, “How is that hangover treating you, Your Majesty?”

The question was asked and then followed by a high-pitched frequency causing the devil to groan in pain, covering his ears with a dangerous glare. The anger bubbled up inside his chest and he felt as his horns began to extend out of the top of his head. Then, suddenly and without warning, the cane was handed straight to Lucifer, and a look of boredom crossed the demons’ face. Lucifer blinked a few times as he took the cane, holding onto it protectively, eyes narrowed at the sudden release.

“Usually, when an item is returned, the polite thing to do would be to say ‘thank you’.” The static picked up in Alastors voice at his words and he gave a small shrug. Then he took a step back away, hands clasping behind his back as he did so, a smug smile on his face ever-growing, ever-present.

Lucifer glared back in response to the Radio demon as he used the cane as intended, leaning against it easily since it was his. He huffed once, twice, then turned away from the demon, the moment of hunger having left him now. He’d try again in a few hours, or perhaps in the morning once the hangover was gone. Maybe he’d even make pancakes for Charlie and himself and her girlfriend.

As the king left the kitchen, he could feel the eyes of the demon following him. He shuddered once he was out of view and rubbed his hand over his face once with a deep sigh. Every moment he had with the demon was an exhausting one and he wasn’t entirely sure how much longer he could last. Lucifer knew how much Charlie cared for Alastor, though he himself couldn’t understand why. She cared nonetheless, and so he wouldn’t be the one to cause the issues. However, if he needed to solve any of the issues, he would gladly jump at the chance to take the Radio demon down a couple of notches, or even out of the game completely if the option ever became available.

The pounding in his head didn’t seem to be leaving any time soon, though thankfully it seemed to have dulled down quite a bit, even despite Alastors attempt to cause him pain from the loud high high-pitched noise. He was tempted to return back to his room, cane in hand this time, though he wasn’t sure he’d get any sleep now that the drunkenness had worn off. Even just to be on the solace of isolation while riding out the last of the hangover was better than the chance of having to face the Radio demon for a third time that day.

“Dad!” Charlies' voice called out from the parlor, and Lucifer smiled immediately, turning and heading back towards where his daughter had called out to him from. Whatever she needed from him would come first, and then he’d return back to his room because he was going to do better.

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moonflvver · 1 year

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That Kaeya drabble about him finally being loved was absolutely beautiful. Do you mind if I ask for something on the angstier side of the spectrum - maybe like some headcanons on reader picking up on Kaeya's avoidant nature, getting worried, then reader finally admitting that they're worried that Kaeya will leave them, despite the many, many attempts reader has tried to show him that he's loved? And then the reader basically laying out that if Kaeya leaves, it's fine, but that reader will never forget, and will always, always be in his corner? (Now I really want to C6 Kaeya now to make up for all the angsty pain.)

character: Kaeya Alberich x reader

warnings: angst with a tiny bit of comfort sprinkled in because I'm not a monster.

a/n: I'm so glad you enjoyed my little drabble! And as a Kaeya main I feel you, I hope I can c6 him too one day. T-T

w/c: 707

The two of you have been together for a few months now, but despite this it still feels like there’s some sort of distance between you and Kaeya. A distance that he has intentionally put into place.

You’re not quite sure what he’s so wary of, he doesn’t talk about his past much but you know that he struggles to be able to put his trust in others as a result of what he’s been through.

You also know that he’s terrified of being abandoned by you. That much is clear when he wakes up in a cold sweat one night from a nightmare, looking at you with pure desperation and clinging to you as you try to lull him back to sleep.

You love him, you really really do. So you make sure that he knows you don’t plan on ever leaving him. Whenever he wakes up from a nightmare you’re the one who holds him tight and strokes his hair until his breathing evens out and he’s able to close his eyes again.

You’re the one who’s consistently by his side. Always there for him to lean on, always there to offer him reassurance that he can trust you.

But it’s hard. He doesn’t make it easy to get close to him, and there are days when the distance between the two of you feels infinite. And in these moments it’s you who fears being abandoned by him. It makes your heart ache, you’ve tried so hard to show him that you love him, to show him that you’re here for him but it just never seems to be enough to get through to him. You don’t know what to do anymore.

The whole situation comes to a head when he finds you sobbing in your room after he comes by your apartment unannounced.

You can hear his voice saying your name as he walks closer to your room, and you’re quick to wipe away your tears and say, “Come in.” And even though you were crying just a few moments ago right now you feel angry. Both at him, and at whoever it is that did this to him. Because it just isn’t fair. The walls he puts up seem to only be getting higher and higher, and it doesn’t look like there’s any way for you to break them down.

He’s not sure how to approach you, so he just stands in front of your bed and quietly asks you if you’re alright. The question itself almost sounds like a joke coming from him, so you tell him as much.

And you’re really not trying to raise your voice but the dam suddenly breaks and all of the emotions that you’ve been repressing suddenly flow out of you. “It’s just not okay Kaeya. You can’t keep doing this.” You mumble, he looks like he’s about to open his mouth to say something but you cut him off, “I care about you, I really do. It’s more than that honestly. I can truly say that I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about someone. I know that you’ve dealt with so much, and I’m not asking you to fix yourself instantaneously for me. But I need you to at least recognize that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, and if you want to leave then that’s fine by me. But you need to know that I’ll stay by your side for as long as you allow me to. Because there’s nowhere else that I’d rather be, and there’s no one else that I’d rather be with.”

He stands there awkwardly for a moment, his mouth falling open slightly. But then he’s rushing towards you, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck.

You can feel his tears falling onto your shoulder but it doesn’t matter. He’s mumbling, “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” into your skin. And you sigh a breath of relief. He's here, he's staying. Kaeya pulls back for a moment just to look at you, and you offer him a crooked smile while you wipe away his tears with your thumb.

The two of you can talk about this in the morning, but for now it’s enough just to have him in your arms.

#kaeya alberich #kaeya x y/n #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya headcanons #kaeya hurt/comfort #kaeya angst #kaeya fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact headcanons #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich x y/n #kaeya alberich x you #꒰ ✶ ꒱ nora writes

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dapandapod · 1 year

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A few days ago you reblogged an "incorrect Witcher quotes gifset" where Ciri interrogates Geralt about him being in love with Jaskier. JUST SAYING but I'd read that a million times over if you wrote it 👀

Based on this gif-set by @lamberts

Why, thank you Nonnie-love! Because I don't need sleep anyway (I do) I decided that flattery gets you everywhere, so I pulled together this.

Though, I do have Ciri Science and the Idiot Syndrome, if you are looking for some more idiots being called out.

Thank you for the ask, love, hope you enjoy! On Ao3 here

The morning is still freezing cold, the sun barely up to melt the lingering frost clinging to the cliffs and forest floor. Their steps are quiet, precise, their breathing measured.

Ciri doesn’t need the guidance anymore, but sometimes it’s nice to just run. The path around the keep has many traps, many tricks to watch out for. Geralt watches Ciri bounce over the icy rocks of a creak, then follows closely behind her.

Just in front of a log, she sidesteps, easily avoiding the fall trap there. She uses a branch to swing between two rock formations, balances along its side until she can simply slide down it safely.

Geralt follows, he meant to keep an eye on her, but he finds himself zoning out. The mind numbing task is something he could probably do in his sleep by now.

His mind drifts to lazy evenings by the fire, with easy banter and friendly ribbing. With songs, filthier than any brothel, or older than Vesemir himself.

After the mountain, Geralt wasn’t sure he would get that again. Talking it out was one of the worst things he has done, but a wound must be cleaned, or it will fester.

Ugly truths and shaky apologies were exchanged with the help of some dwarven spirit. Bitter stuff.

Geralt had woken up the next morning on the floor in Jaskier’s room, reclining over a tipped over footstool. His back was hurting, his ass was freezing, but his chest was lighter than it’s been for many years.

“Keep up, Geralt!” Ciri calls from up ahead, and the forest comes back into focus around them.

“As if you can keep up with me, cub.” Geralt smirks, lengthening his stride.

Of course Geralt out paces her. Ciri got sloppy and slipped in the frost, swearing as colorfully as Lambert when she found her feet again.

Together they walk through the gates and inside the keep to join the others for breakfast. Most of them are still on their respective morning duty, so the main hall is more or less empty except for them.

Among the many bookshelves along the walls, Geralt spots Jaskier’s cloak. The eggs are still steaming hot, but he peels one absently anyway, eyes lingering on the forgotten cloak.

“I have a question.” Ciri announces, working her knife on the hard cheese between them.

“Ask it.” Geralt replies, gathering the shells in a neat little pile.

“How long have you known Jaskier?”

Geralt considers this, to be completely honest, he haven’t given it much thought. Maybe he should have.

“How old are you again? Eight?” He asks teasingly, and she gasps in mock offense.

“Thirteen!”

“Right. I had known him for six years at your parents' betrothal.” Wow, time really passes by fast.

Ciri frowns at this, considering this information.

“But… No, that can’t be right.”

“What?” Geralt bites into the steaming egg, already eyeing another one.

“He doesn’t look older than twenty five, does he?” She says, finally managing to get herself a piece of cheese.

That… could technically be true. Geralt is spending too much time with people who doesn’t age the human way, he doesn’t really react to it anymore.

“Ask him about that.” Geralt advises, even if he himself is a bit curious now.

They chew in silence for a moment, sounds from the keep waking up filtering in through the thick wooden doors.

“I have another question.” Ciri says at last, tearing a bread bun into two. Geralt nods at her to go on.

“You are in love with Jaskier.”

Thank the crazy scientists of the past for gifting witchers close to perfect control of their bodies.

Geralt too reaches for a bread bun and tears into it, only to keep himself focused on anything else but what the little brat princess just said.

“That wasn’t a question.” He remarks, attempting to play it off. But no such luck.

“So you agree it’s a fact.” Ciri says, a victorious smile playing on her lips.

Geralt is just about to disagree with her, as the doors to the main hall swings open and the bard himself walks in.

“Oh, that's where I left my cloak!” He says to no one in particular, saunters over to it, and swiftly drapes it over his shoulders. “It is dreadfully cold this morning, don’t you think?”

Jaskier sits down next to Geralt and reaches for the jug of watered down ale.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Jaskier asks when neither Ciri nor Geralt picks up conversation.

“You look fine.” Geralt mutters, finishing his egg in one bite.

Ciri just keeps smiling her sneaky little smile, that only grows wider when Geralt rolls his eyes and thumbs away a smear of ink on his chin.

“I have another question….”

#of course you do cub #rip him to shreds #with love #geraskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier the bard #cirilla of cintra #kaer morhen #dapanda writes #who needs sleep i need words #thank you for the ask anon it was much sweet and much kind #sparked much joy #jaskier x geralt

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save-the-villainous-cat · 10 months

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Can you make a trans man/trans masc civilian who got hate for being trans coming home to their partner, a protective villain, who tries to comfort and reassure him in his identity?

Sorry if this is a no go for the topic, I just think it might be comforting

The door slammed into its frame, making the house seemingly shake and thunder. Immediately, the villain was fully aware that something was wrong. They got up from the couch and set the cup of tea down, lurking around the corner.

“You good, babe?” they asked, studying their lover.

Their boyfriend looked up, eyes red.

“Sure,” he answered. The villain already considered the possibility of gruesome murder. Whoever had done this, they’d pay for it. They couldn’t stand it when he was upset.

He was much too pretty for that, much too sweet to be anything less than happy.

The civilian opened the fridge and rummaged for something edible. Although the villain hadn’t touched the leftovers of his favourite food, he didn’t seem much interested. Slowly he got frustrated, couldn’t concentrate and closed the door again.

Instead he filled a cup of water and downed it, panting heavily as he put it back in the sink.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, staring into the ground, close to crying.

“You wanna tell me about your day?” The villain took a step forward, reaching for his hand but he only pulled back.

“Not really.”

“Alright,” the villain said. This was bad. And the villain was getting pissed. Not at the civilian — they could never be angry at him — but at that certain someone who had ruined his day. “I’m in the living room if you need me. I love you.”

They didn’t add that they would try everything to develop a whole war plan to get to the bottom of this.

“My uncle misgendered me again,” he said quietly. He avoided the villain’s gaze. “Years on T, surgeries all done and he misgenders me.”

“Oh, baby…” The villain took a step forward and hugged him tightly. Even though they knew they had to be gentle and loving, their brain gathered information on that uncle, filtering work, domicile, hobbies, personal connections…the patterns in their brain couldn’t help but design a character sheet of him, listing all his weaknesses and options to make him disappear.

Of course, their boyfriend would never agree. But the villain was very bad at killing old habits. They couldn’t help themselves.

“It’s just…fuck, I thought I was done with this. I thought I could leave this behind.”

“I know, baby.” The villain looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his nose. “You know he does this on purpose, right? He tries to get under your skin because he’s an asshole.”

“Yeah, but…” The civilian took in a deep breath. To keep the tears at bay, the villain realised.

“Babes. You’re a guy. You’ve always been a guy. You always will be a guy,” the villain said. They were getting really upset. He had been alright these past few months, he had been doing so well and one family reunion made him insecure again.

What the villain would’ve given to pay that uncle a visit.

“He told me I’ll always be a biological girl.”

“He doesn’t know how biology works,” the villain said. “He doesn’t know how gender works. It is much too complex for his tiny brain to grasp. Some people don’t have the mental capacity nor the empathy for that.”

The villain gave him another kiss and then, let go of him.

“He’s jealous of you. I mean, look at you. Handsome boy. Don’t let him get to you.” He couldn’t help but blush a little.

“Yeah, I don’t know. It’s just annoying I guess.”

“Some people will never understand. Ask him about his failing marriage the next time you see him. That should be enough to shut him up. Messing up hard enough for your wife to sleep with your best friend? Ouch.”

The civilian grinned, studying his partner.

“I’ve never told you about that.”

Oops.

#that is NEVER a no go topic!#civilianxvillain snippet #civilianxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #villain x civilian #villainxcivilian #civilianxvillain #civilian x villain #an answer for an ask #request #happy slay month

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lealdern · 3 months

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Can I request 2 swf with jason please?

This is so very late for halloween! My asks are open, especially to write more in established stories like ghost, vampire, eldritch, Talon (she's not ready yet) or maybe start new ones 🔞 blog

Ghost!Jason Todd x gn!reader / SFW

He was a ghost, you knew that much.

Gotham had enough ghosts that they were a whole other population in and of themselves, not that anyone else really saw them. You don’t pay them mind, you’d learned it was better to do as you did with the living of Gotham, and that was mind your own business.

But this one, this burly tank of a man was… persistent. He’d seen something in you, some micro movement or a too-long lingering glance his way and he knew instantly you could see him.

“Please.” He said with the dead (hah) air of someone who wasn’t used to saying please at all.

You ignored him and shuffled your groceries onto the counter of your small apartment.

“I know you can hear me.” He grumbles, frustrated, as he comes around your side; you turn away to slot a box of cereal into the cupboard. You’ve avoided looking at him since he caught sight of you as you’d walked past the alley he lingered in, but his voice is handsome and rumbly and you feel like his face will also be handsome, the temptation for a peek isn’t too much though.

“Listen, I’m a ghost, I can do this all day: I don’t sleep I don’t eat I could just talk and talk, I wonder how long it’ll take for you to get sick of hearing me talk? It’s not like I can run out of breath-“

“What do you want?” You seethe, slamming down a packet of fancy cheese, the kind with holes in it.

“Hey, there we go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He smirks and your heart skips a beat as you take in his handsome features, deep eyes with dark brows, cupids bow lips dinted with a straight scar. You sigh looking him in the eye.

“What do you want?” You grab the cheese packet and toss it in the fridge, feeling tired already. It was going to be a long night, no doubt this ghost had unfinished business to be fixed.

“I- I don’t feel dead.” He sounds unsure, a turnabout from his cocky attitude.

“How do you not feel dead?” You ask, squinting as you try to think about how being dead does feel.

“I’ve been dead before, this ain’t it.”

“How would you even-“ you put up your hand to stop him from answering, “I don’t want to know, actually… And you need me because?”

“I don’t know who I am, I need to- to know. Something isn’t right.” He huffs, making the mistake of leaning against your counter and slipping through it after a moment.

“You need to believe you won’t slip through, then you won’t slip through,” you advise, setting up some water to boil so you can have tea, because you’re sure it’s going to be a long night.

“How would you know?” He asks smartly, a frown pulling his dark brows down.

You look up at him with a glare and he near-smirks, “I see dead people, jackass, you think I haven’t picked up a few pointers from them?”

You make your tea as he perfects leaning against things. You don’t point out he’s already doing it considering he’s not fallen through the floor into the apartment below, since it would make him fall into the apartment below.

You grab your tea, and sit on the couch, pulling your old beat up laptop out, and Jackass follows you, sitting precariously on the couch. He’s mastered it quick at least.

You open google and look to the handsome ghost, somehow balancing on cocky and unsure at the same time, and sigh. “So… tell me about yourself.”

#Jason Todd x reader #Jason Todd/reader #Jason Todd reader #Red Hood x reader #Red Hood/reader #Red Hood reader #halloween drabble #my writing #ghost!Jason x reader

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cowgurrrl · 11 months

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Ptolemae

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Author’s note: I was listening to Ethel Cain the entire time while writing this and it shows

Summary: “Rage is not to be avoided, diminished, belittled. Rage is God. Better believe my rage is steeped in love.” — Shira Erlichman, as quoted in Jacqui Germain’s When the Ghosts Come Ashore [3.8k]

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, canonical type violence, PTSD symptoms, probably incorrect wound care, angst, feminine rage bordering on insanity (my favorite)

It takes you a full forty-eight hours to approach the soldiers in the center of what's left of the city. They've set up tents and medical sites among the rubble. They're calling themselves the Federal Disaster Response Agency or FEDRA. Their uniforms are identical to the one the woman who was ready to shoot you was wearing. They carry assault rifles and yell orders out, every so often burying a bullet in some Infected's head as they approach the camp. You don't trust them, but then again, you didn't trust many people before the world went to shit. You would've stayed outside the makeshift fence longer, but the graze on your arm is only getting worse, and Jane is only getting hungrier. You can't keep being stubborn when she's relying on you to keep her safe.

You tuck your gun and knife into the very bottom of your backpack, hoping the supplies and half-open gauze packages will distract them long enough to conceal your weapons. Jane watches your movements quietly and curiously. You glance between her and the camp beyond the treeline you're hiding in. She looks like she's aged three years in the past few days, dirt and fear hollowing her features in a way you've never seen before. You smile half-heartedly as you put your hands on her arms and squeeze.

"Hey," you say gently. "It's gonna be okay. We just need to go down there and tell them we need help, just like we practiced. Can you show me what you do?" You ask, and she raises her little hands to show she's unarmed. She's shaking. You can't tell if it's from hunger or fear. You don't know if it matters.

"My name is Jane Eloise. I'm five years old. I'm not sick, and I don't have anything that could hurt you." She says, and you nod.

"That's right. Good job. And then, let Mommy do all the talking, okay? Once they get us all processed, they'll take us wherever they've been taking people all day, and we'll be able to get you some food."

"What about you?" She asks. Jane knows you haven't been eating or sleeping. You gave her all three of the meal packs in the tactical backpack, and she's heard you curse under your breath when you tried to change your bandage. Still, you smile and tuck her tangled hair behind her ears.

"I won't ever leave your side. I'll be right here, holding your hand, and if you're feeling scared, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and I'll take all your fear away," you say, grabbing her hand. "Wanna try?" You ask, and she smiles as she squeezes you with all her might. You make a goofy face, and she laughs for the first time in three days. It sounds like music. Once she's done squeezing your hand, you smile. "So, when you do that, you shouldn't be scared anymore. You should only feel strong and brave. Can you show me a brave face?" You say. She flexes her muscles and mean mugs you until you laugh at her commitment to the bit.

"Did I look scary, Mommy?" She asks, stepping into your arms, and you nod.

"Scariest kid on the block," you say as you hug her. For a moment, the only thing in the world that matters to you is her heartbeat against yours. It's steady and perfect and made from half of you. The consistent thumping gives you enough strength to stand, carry her in your arms, and walk down to where the FEDRA soldiers are stationed.

You're slow and careful as you come down the hill. If you run to them, yelling for help, they'll put a bullet in you without a second thought. They'll think you're sick if you act desperate like that. So you move like you're treading on ice, but even then, ten different guns point in your direction, and you swallow down your fear as you put the hand not carrying Jane in the air. She does the same.

"Stop right there." A FEDRA soldier yells once you're a few hundred feet away. You put Jane down and show them you're unarmed. All the soldiers look identical, with heavy tactical gear, menacing weaponry, and helmets protecting their skulls. Jane reaches for your hand and squeezes hard. You swallow around the lump of bile in your throat and find your voice.

"We're not sick!"

"Names!" One of them yells. Jane immediately launches into her rehearsed speech with one hand above her head and the other tucked in yours. You take a deep breath and tell them your name once she's done.

"I'm her mother. We need help." You say. The soldiers look at each other for several long seconds before lowering their weapons and approaching you. Jane squeezes your hand again and steps back into your body. One soldier removes his helmet and drops to the ground to show Jane that he's just a man. He's got kind eyes and dirt stuck to his skin, but he manages a gentle smile for Jane. You wonder how he would treat you if you didn't have a kid.

"We're gonna take you and your mom to that tent over there to get you checked out," he says, pointing to the tent beside the barely standing fence. "Once the doctors say you're okay, we can take you to a shelter with lots of food and water. Does that sound good?" He asks, and Jane nods hesitantly. The soldier glances between you and Jane before rising to his feet again and leveling you with a look, his grip adjusting on his gun. She's not a threat, he's saying. But you are. "Ladies, first." He gestures toward the tent, his tone starkly different than the one he used with Jane. Your jaw clenches, but you do as you're told. He follows closely behind as you walk over to the tent, the metal of his gun clanking against his gear. It sounds like bones rattling. You do your best to hide the shakiness in your step and keep the hand Jane's holding steady.

He follows you inside the tent, closing the flaps for some semblance of privacy. There's no medical gear inside, just a scary-looking table. Something squishes under your shoes, and you make a conscious effort not to look down at the damp ground as you turn and look at the soldier. "Put your bag down," he orders. You let go of Jane's hand to slowly slide the backpack from your shoulders and place it on the table. His eyes widen as he recognizes the tactical bag. "Where did you get this?"

"I found it in the woods while we were hiding," you lie, squaring your shoulders as he eyes you suspiciously. "Nobody was around, and I thought it could have stuff we needed in it."

"So, you just found and took a military-issued bag and didn't think anything about it?"

"No offense, soldier, but I don't think theft is the worst thing to come out of the past few days." You say, and he squints at you like he's trying to figure out if he believes you. His gun clicks against his gear as you stare each other down.

"I need to know you're not bitten before I can let you go any further," he moves on, and you feel your shoulders drop in relief. You remember seeing those things mercilessly attacking people, ripping their faces off, or chewing on flailing limbs. If getting bitten is how this is spreading, who got bit first? Who started this? The soldier looks down at Jane. "Can you wait outside while I talk to your mommy?" He asks, and you put a hand on Jane's shoulder before she can move.

"She's not going anywhere." You dig your heels in, and you watch his jaw tighten.

"I didn't think you'd want your kid in here when I asked you to strip to check for bite marks."

"The world fucking ended, and you think I'm going to trust you people with my kid after you dropped bombs on us?" You ask, tucking Jane behind you. You've done it so many times in the past few days that it feels natural, putting yourself between her and a threat. "She's staying with me."

"Fine, but I still need you to strip." He sighs, exasperated. You're pulling your arms through your jacket before he can even finish his sentence.

"I'd love nothing more, Waters." You spit, glancing down at the name tag on the front of his uniform. You throw your jacket down on the table holding your backpack, and he freezes when he sees the gauze on your arm. He doesn't move as you pull your shirt over your head to reveal the scrapes and asphalt burns from fighting the infected guy outside your apartment. Your legs don't look much better, the skin broken and stained red. Jane gasps once she sees the cuts and bruises for the first time, and the sound makes you want to cry. Waters gestures with his gun at the bandage on your arm.

"Take it off," he orders. With shaking hands, you peel the gauze back, the graze immediately bleeding and making you hiss as the air hits it. Your hands clench into fists as he looks at it intently. Once he's satisfied, he nods and hands you a new package of gauze. "What happened?"

"We got caught up in the bombings. Cut my arm on a piece of shrapnel." You say as he checks you for anything else that could be a bitemark. Once he's done circling your half-naked body, he clears his throat and turns his back to you so you can redress. You do quickly and painfully, your skin seemingly protesting against the sudden stretching. You ignore the scrapes across your shoulders breaking open, coating the back of your shirt in blood as you pull it over your head. He doesn't turn around until he hears your pants zip back up. You're quietly grateful he decided to be respectful when he could once he decided you weren't a threat anymore.

"You've been out there since the bombings?" He asks, and you nod. He looks at Jane before looking at you again. "And her? She's not sick?"

"If she were, we'd both be dead." You're shocked by the cruelty in your voice, but you don't flinch. Waters gives you a look before moving to your bag and searching through it. If he sees your weapons at the bottom, he doesn't take them or indicate that he knows about them. He zips up your bag and hands it back to you.

"Welcome to the Quarantine Zone."

The shelter isn't even half-full when you get there. What was a high school has since been turned into a home base for any survivors who made it past the FEDRA screenings. They give you a hot meal, blankets, toothbrushes, and a change of clothes. There are no showers, but you're just grateful to get the taste of blood out of your mouth. You and Jane set up your stuff on two little beds next to each other in the corner of an old classroom, your bed closest to the door. There are maybe ten other occupied beds in the room with you. Maybe.

You don't know why, but you search the wartorn faces for your ex. You haven't seen or spoken to Matt since Jane was a few months old, and even then, your last conversation was not one you'd care to relive. Still, part of you had hope that he'd be alive and safe. He's still Jane's father. But you don't find him. You don't see anyone you recognize as you and Jane walk to the medical tent in the old gym. An older woman with bloody scrubs and a clipboard greets you.

"Hey there. What do you need today?" She asks, surprisingly cheerful, and you glance around at the medical supplies.

"I just need some surgical glue. Do you have any?" You say, and she gives you a look before digging around in a bin. She finally comes up with some, and you let out a relieved sigh. "Can I use some? I'll give it right back." You ask. Someone gasps behind you before she can open her mouth to say anything. You quickly pull Jane closer to your body and feel your fists clench as you turn to see who's behind you. When your brain catches up to the fact that an Infected is not rushing toward you, you see Mr. Lowery standing there. Jane wiggles from your arms and runs to him, an excited noise leaving her.

"Jane, oh my goodness. I'm so happy to see you," he says, his gentle teacher voice not wavering even in the apocalypse. You let out a shaky breath as you leave the medical table and walk over to them. Adam says your name in the same breathless tone once he realizes you're there, too, and throws his arms around your shoulders. You yelp in pain as his hand grazes your open wounds, and he quickly lets go of you. "I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? I didn't-"

"It's fine. Just sore," you shake your head once you see the worried look in Jane's eyes. "I'm glad you're safe, Adam."

"Yeah, you too. You're the first parent I've seen since I got here." He says sadly. You try not to think too hard about what that means and swallow around the lump in your throat.

"Ma'am, do you still need help?" The woman you were talking to earlier walks over, the surgical glue still in her hand, and you nod.

"Yeah, I just need to borrow that." You say, pointing at the bottle in her hand.

"I don't feel comfortable letting someone untrained use medical supplies like this."

"Oh, she's not untrained. She's pre-med. Right? Weren't you studying for the MCATs?" Adam asks, and you press your lips into a line as you nod. The woman looks between you and the gauze on your arm with a cocked eyebrow.

"Why don't you let me look at it?"

"No, it's really okay. It's not that deep."

"I'm only gonna ask nicely once." She says with the same stern, concerned tone you use for Jane. You sigh and grab Jane's hand, but she stands her ground.

"Mommy, can I stay with Mr. Lowery? I really, really missed him." She asks with praying hands tucked under her chin. Your heart lurches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as you search for an answer.

"I can watch her while you get checked out if you want. We'll stay right here. We won't go anywhere." Adam offers, and you fight the urge to snatch Jane from his arms and yell at him to shut up.

"Please?" Jane begs, making her vowels extra long to plead her case. You take a deep breath and make eye contact with Adam.

"You stay here. You don't take her anywhere or give her anything. You don't even think about moving from this spot, got it?"

"Got it," he says without hesitation, and your jaw clenches as he stares at you. "I won't let anything happen to her." There's enough conviction in his tone for you to nod and follow the woman into one of her sectioned-off canvas rooms.

She puts on gloves and watches you sit on the edge of the cot, your knee bouncing as you stare through the curtain's tiny opening. You don't say anything as she carefully pulls the bandage away from your skin, blood breaching the surface as soon as it's off. You grit your teeth as she wipes at the cut with an antiseptic wipe but don't make any noise. You don't want Jane to hear you being in pain, so you clench your jaw so hard your bones creak with force and wipe your tears on your shirt sleeve.

"That your little girl out there?" She asks, trying to distract you, and you nod. "She's beautiful."

"Thanks." You mutter as she applies a little more pressure to your skin. Stars explode across your vision, and you curse under your breath. You don't remember it hurting this bad when you actually got grazed. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.

"Did you come here with her dad?"

"Nope. Haven't seen the guy in four years."

"Sounds like his loss."

"That's a understate, fuck," you stop as she presses a line of surgical glue across the graze. It burns as it settles into your skin, and the woman offers you whispered updates of how much longer until it dries and little encouragements. Once it's finally done drying, she puts a sterile bandage over the adhesive and offers you two painkillers. You look down at the two little pills and raise your eyebrows at her. "Acetaminophen?"

"There's that pharmacology," she smiles as you take the pills. "What branch of medicine did you wanna go into?"

"Doesn't matter now."

"It matters to me." She says, and you shake your head. You bite the inside of your cheek as you debate on telling her or not. Is it fair to bring that dream up when it will never happen?

"Surgery."

"Smart girl."

"Something like that." You shrug, the movement irritating the scrapes on your back, and you wince. The woman stands and looks at the back of your shirt to see it stained with blood.

"What happened?"

"One of those things tried to get me. My back got cut up on the asphalt," you explain. "It's fine."

"Doesn't look fine. Can I take a look?" She asks, and you chuckle.

"You're the second person I've had to take my shirt off in front of today." You say, taking a big breath and holding it as you pull your arms in and pull the fabric over your head. You turn your back to her so she can see the extent of the damage done to your skin. She doesn't gasp or have any reaction. She just starts dabbing at the blood gently, like you cleaned the blood from Jane's skinned knees.

"May," she says like she's speaking to a spooked dog. "My name is May. I figured someone should give you the courtesy of knowing their names when they ask you to strip." She says, and you nod. You tell her your name in return, the rigid posture of your spine relaxing a little at her care.

"Jane is my little girl."

"How old is she?" She asks, and you swallow thickly.

"Five."

"Must've been scary. Tryna keep her safe out there."

"You have no idea." You whisper, your voice cracking over the words as memories of screaming creatures and shaking earth fill your mind. She cleans the rest of your blood in silence before putting ointment over the scabs. She checks for any broken bones while you're still sitting and tsks when she presses against a tender spot in your side, making you groan.

"You've got at least one broken rib and probably one of the worst cases of road rash I've ever seen, and I was an ER doctor," she says as she hands you your shirt and sits across from you on her rolly chair. She gives you a sympathetic look, but you're not all there. Part of your brain is still pinned to the concrete under a screeching human, clawing at your skin. "But that little girl," she says, recapturing your attention. "That little girl is in perfect health. If I didn't know what happened this weekend, I would've had no idea she was ever in any danger."

"Is this the part where you scold me for putting myself in harm's way when I could've just come here earlier?" You ask, and she shakes her head.

"No, this is the part where I tell you what I've told all my parents who've come through here," she says, resting her knees on her elbows so she can look you in the eyes. "I don't care what you had to do to survive. I don't care what you did to protect them. I don't even care why you're sittin' on my table. I care about making sure you know how lucky your kid is to have you. For every kid that made it out, there's three more who died. You did good." She says sincerely, and you have to look away from her to wipe at your eyes.

"Doesn't feel like it, but thank you."

"I know it doesn't, but I promise you it's true," she says. "And I see how much you care about others. Otherwise, you wouldn't have wanted to be a surgeon. Now, I know you didn't get your MD, but I did, and I want to teach you what I know. Lord knows I need the help."

"No, I can't." You shake your head.

"Yes, you can."

"I'm not the person you want for this."

"You don't know that."

"I do. I'm... I'm not a good person."

"Who is?"

"I killed people," The confession stuns you both into silence. Hot, angry tears stream down your face, and you pull your shirt back over your head. "I killed people to protect her. It was them or her, and I chose her. I will always choose her. So, whatever perfect, good, strong person you think I am or could've been at one point isn't here anymore. I buried her the second FEDRA tried to drop a fucking bomb on my kid," you stand on wobbly legs and pull your hair out of the collar of your shirt. "Thanks for your help, May."

That night, you don't sleep despite the aching in your bones. You stay awake and listen to the expanding and contracting of Jane's lungs as she dreams. When she wakes up screaming, you're already there to calm her down and remind her that she's safe. Adam ends up sleeping three cots down and tries to help when she wakes up, but you stop him before he can sit on her cot with a wide-eyed, annoyed look. He backs off after that. You've gone most of Jane's life without help from anyone, and you're sure as hell not going to accept any now.

You were the one shoving knives through skulls and burying bullets in throats to keep her safe. You were the one who hid your pain from her for two days while you hid out in the barn. You were the one who taught her to give her fear to you because you are the only one who can handle it. What the fuck does Adam Lowery or May know about that? You will never again be the woman they once thought you to be. No, after this, you will be bloody and rageful and ruthless. There is nothing you wouldn't do to protect her or ensure her happiness. There is no corner of the earth you would leave unturned for the tiniest chance of her having a future.

And God help any motherfucker who stands in your way.

#when you’re lost in the darkness #look for the light prequel #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou fic #tlou angst

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