#but i'm so fucking sick i'm glad i have a few days off

[tafadhali]

What's this? Another cold where I don't actually feel bad enough to skip work obligations but have, like, one killer earache for days? Why is this the hot new trend of 2023

#this is the 4th time since march i've been like #''i'm definitely not NOT sick'' #''but my only symptoms are being tired and having a headache and my left ear fucking killing me'' #''and sort of feeling like my sinuses might be stuffy soon'' #on the one hand i'm glad not to be super miserably sick #but on the other it makes me feel like a faker #and i'd rather have a few days of feeling miserable and sleeping it off #than a week of ''i guess i'll still go to work but have no fun on my 3 day weekend'' #also last time this turned out to be the flu! so there's always that fun possibility #incidentally this is also how my period has been since march #i feel vaguely gross and i'm still for sure getting cramps but it also kind of doesn't exist? #phantom periods and phantom colds

[gas-station-trackphone]

ftm trans Eddie Munson gets turned into a chew toy for hell bats and rescued in the 11th hour by his friends who don't know he's trans, who have to run some triage first aid and can hardly make sense of the blood and gore that used to be his body as they cut off his shirt and pants to get access to the worst of the wounds, who definitely aren't in their right minds well enough anyway to think of anything other than stopping the bleeding and getting him to a hospital, which they do, and miraculously Eddie finds himself blinking awake in a bright, fluorescent room feeling exactly like he imagines a chew toy for hell bats would feel in the aftermath which is to say: like shit. Even more miraculously, he finds hometown hero Steve Harrington posted up at his bedside with greasy hair (!!! Eddie never thought he'd see the day) and bags under his eyes.

The overwhelming relief on Steve's face when he sees Eddie is awake is touching, the misty eyes and cracking voice when he says god, i thought you were toast, man are downright flattering and, let's face it, giving Eddie all the wrong ideas that he figures he has an I-almost-died pass for at the moment so he rocks with it, let's himself indulge in the fantasy for a moment. Then, gradually, Steve's relief becomes more and more obviously some brand of deeply felt pity (or sympathy, but Eddie's never been good at distinguishing the two), which bursts his bubble enough to call him out.

"I know I look like what comes out the business end of a meat grinder, but I swear I'm good, dude. They definitely have me on the good shit, I hardly feel it. I'll be good as new in no time." Big fat fucking lie, by the way, but he'll say whatever if it gets that wounded puppy look out of Harrington's eyes.

"I...yeah, Eddie, I'm glad." And whatever it is he doesn't want to say, whatever is putting that you poor motherfucker look on his face, he's absolutely the opposite of subtle about it.

Eddie can hear the manifestation of his panic on the heart monitor.

"What? What is it? Is everyone- is Dustin-?" He can't say it, can't even think it, would rather be slowly torn to shreds all over again than know he failed at his one fucking task to keep the kid safe.

"No! I mean, yes, he's fine, they're all fine. Henderson's got a broken ankle and both of Max's arms are broken but the docs say they'll be fine in a few months with physical therapy."

The release of tension in Eddie's body hurts almost as much as the relief soothes him. "Okay then, what the fuck are you not telling me? It's fine, I'm a big boy, Harrington, I can take it."

He sighs, looking sick with it. "Eds...I don't know how to tell you this."

Oh god, what the fuck. Eddie's right back to freaking out because Steve looks inexplicably guilty, pained in the face like he's about to deliver the worst news he could imagine but if everyone's fine then-

"It's your dick, man. It's- it's gone. The bats-"

And Eddie laughs so hard he tears about a dozen stitches, immediately stops laughing, and throws up over the side of the bed and thankfully not all over his freshly reopened wounds as Steve shouts for help.

Eventually, when he's all stitched up again and barely hanging on to his hard earned lesson to not literally bust his gut laughing about the look on Steve's face (he has to force himself not to tell Wayne the specifics of how he ended up back in the OR, because he's absolutely gonna crack up and Eddie will definitely be unable to help himself from laughing with him), he realizes he's going to come out to all his friends in the very near future because holy shit, he has to tell everyone about Steve's utterly devastated expression at the news of Eddie's Ken doll-ification by way of demobat.

#I've been laughing about this in my head for WEEKS #the idea that steve feels so bad eddie got his dick eaten by demobats that he literally can't hide it and tells him immediately kills me #as always please read into the gay subtext here bc yes eddie also tells this story at their wedding many years down the line #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | end up here

a/n: i'm going FERALLLLLLL over this chapter. enjoy poisoned mercury's debut album hehe.

iv. end up here by 5sos

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“your band name doesn’t even make any sense,” you argued, eyes narrowing at the boy in front of you. 

luke crashed your secret spot, again, and refused to let you smoke in silence until you gave him a detailed explanation of how your day went. he knew you didn’t smoke every day, only on days that were particularly hard. he noticed that your bad days always had something to do with your dad, but it didn’t feel like the right moment to bring that up. 

anyway, you got fed up with his badgering and that stupid smirk on his face because he knew you were about to crack, and decided that if he was going to act like a toddler, you would too. hence, why you were now bringing up his band name. 

luke took offense to that because he thought the band name was cool. he was the one to suggest it. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to let his hurt show on his face, “what do you mean? poisoned mercury is a sick name.” 

“mercury is already poisonous. your band name is like redundant or some shit.” 

“then why did so many people in history ingest it?” luke asked, recalling the one thing he remembered from his high school history class before he dropped out. he took a drag from his cigarette, turning his body a bit so the wind didn’t blow the smoke directly in your face. 

“they fucking died, castellan,” you replied, deadpan. 

“oh,” he blinked, staring off, “i didn’t know that.” 

you rolled your eyes, a habit that you’ve picked up whenever you were with him and sat back down on the bench. luke joined you, silent as he thought about what you just said. he really needed to stop zoning out during lessons, but since he was already out of high school, he guessed it didn’t matter anymore. 

as much as you hate to admit it, luke castellan was growing on you. sure, he got on your nerves like nobody else– the boy just doesn’t quit– but, he wasn’t half as bad as you originally thought. not that you’d ever tell him that though. 

when you got back to the cabin last week after helping with concert prep, the cabin was spotless. there were no empty red bull cans in sight, the table tops were free of crumbs, floor vacuumed and mopped, and there was even a candle burning on the counter. you approached your bedroom door to find a post-it on the handle. luke’s messy writing was smudged around the corners, but you could still make out what it said. 

“five star, 

i snitched on the boys and my mom will have a stern talk with them about their cleanliness. can’t promise that people will stop talking about me, but i can promise you won’t have to live in the dojo casa house mojo or whatever it was. 

ps i’m using the spot tomorrow, just thought i should let you know. maybe we can set up a calendar for reservations. 

luke :)” 

the cabin hasn’t been as messy since. whatever may castellan told the boys worked like a charm. there was still the occasional trash, but nothing crazy. it smelled better in the cabin too, still like a boy, but it smelled like expensive cologne more than anything. cedarwood and pine. 

and thankfully, the luke castellan hype train was starting to run out of steam, with many people finally realizing that he was also just a human being and the surprising revelation that luke castellan was not entertaining anyone during his time at camp helped with it as well. you still heard whispers about him here and there, but you were glad the topic of conversation was beginning to switch to something else. 

you and luke walked to the gym and back home every morning together. he and the boys sat with you and clarisse during meals. they tagged along for music lessons and spoke to the kids, which they really appreciated. they helped the older campers with writing music, luke particularly. you’d been around a few musicians in your life and many of them only kissed ass when your dad was around, but poisoned mercury was different. they were passionate about their music. that was clear.

after a conversation with clarisse, where she managed to convince you that not all musicians are like your ex, you began to let loose a little bit. you hung out with the boys more, partly as an excuse so clarisse could hang out with chris without causing too much suspicion, and found that you actually enjoyed their company. and luke castellan? well, he wasn’t half bad. that doesn’t mean he got off easy though. 

you took a hit of your vape, facing him, “are you done interrogating me?” 

“for now, yeah,” he smiled as you shook your head. “are you coming to the concert tonight?” 

“well, i did help organize it.” 

“a simple yes would’ve sufficed, five star,” luke teased, relighting his cigarette. it was burning unevenly and luke was never one to waste his cigarettes. “you gonna watch us play?” 

“don’t have a choice. dad wants me there the whole time.” 

“you can act a little excited,” luke ran a hand through his curls, “we are pretty good, you know.” 

“i know,” you hummed. the sun was beginning to set and there was a slight breeze in the air. goosebumps formed on your skin, the t-shirt and denim shorts you wore didn’t offer much comfort. you shivered, “i have listened to your music.” 

“are you cold?” 

your teeth chattered, but you shook your head, “i’m fine.” 

luke took off his hoodie, tossing it in your direction, “take it.” 

“no,” you tossed it back to him, “told you i’m good.”

always so stubborn, luke thought.  

“if you catch a cold, that’s not on me,” he placed the hoodie on the bench between the two of you. “which songs have you listened to?” 

“kilby girl, of course. it played on the radio so much when you guys first dropped it,” you said, remembering the days where you and your hometown friends would blast it in the car. it reminded you of high school, reckless decisions, life-long memories, and the thrill of knowing you were going to be playing the sport you’d worked so hard to excel in at a d1 level in the fall. you looked at him, sincerity in your eyes, “i really like family line. it might be my favorite.” 

luke’s eyebrows shot up. not many people talked about family line. it was probably their least streamed song. they never performed the song on tour because it was difficult for luke to sing it. it was a personal song to him. it was inspired by his relationship with his father, or lack thereof. 

when poisoned mercury first got signed to olympus records, luke sent a message to his dad on facebook. luke hadn’t tried to contact him since he was ten, not since his father returned his letter to him unopened, no response but a “return to sender” stamp plastered over the envelope. but after the small congratulatory party his mom set up for the band after they signed, luke felt like a little kid again, a kid who wanted to share the great news with his dad, so he found his dad on facebook, made an account, and sent him a message. 

he didn’t get a reply, which was expected, but it felt good for a second to pretend that he had a father to tell his good news to. luke thought he didn’t care about whether or not his dad was proud of him, but when his message went from “sent” to “read” a few days later, he was brought back to those moments in his life when he cried and wondered why he wasn’t enough to make his dad stay. he wrote family line in one sitting, on his bed in his bedroom in connecticut, looking at the little league medals on his wall that seemed to mock him. 

he originally didn’t want it on the album because he felt like it didn’t fit the vibe of the rest of the songs and that it was too real, too vulnerable for a debut album, but then he played it for his mom and she loved it. she cried when she first heard it and luke knew that even if people didn’t like the song, he was going to put it out for his mom. 

“huh,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, “wasn’t expecting that one. thought you’d be more of a crash my car type of girl.” 

“i like that too,” you shrugged, “but family line. that song. i don’t think i have the words to describe it.” 

“thanks, five star,” luke looked down at his feet, taking a puff from his dying cigarette. “that’s my mom’s favorite, too.” 

“did you write it?” 

luke nodded, looking to face you. there was a new expression on your face, one that you’d never used with him before. it was a mix of disbelief and awe. he tried not to get offended that you didn’t think he could write something like family line, but he couldn’t blame you. he didn’t really portray the type of person who would be able to be that raw and vulnerable on a song. “me and trav write the lyrics for our songs, mostly. chris and connor help too, but the bulk of the lyrics are me.” 

“you need to stop doing that.”

he cocked his head to the side, crushing the cigarette butt on the hardware of the bench, “doing what?” 

“surprising me,” you shook your head, “i don’t like it.” 

“i don’t know what to tell you,” he chuckled, leaning back on the bench. he looked out into the lake, watching the sun disappear behind the mountains, “i have layers. you just gotta give me a chance.” 

“how do you do it?” you sat criss cross on the bench, leaning against the arm rest. “how do you write like that?” 

you’d always been curious about music, even if you weren’t good at it. your dad was never one to answer your questions, especially because you were interested in lyrics more than anything, and that wasn’t his forte. 

luke mimicked your actions, “i dunno. personal experience, i guess?”

you frowned, thinking about the lyrics of family line. luke never talked about his dad, but spoke highly of his mom. was family line based on his own life? if it was, his dad was an asshole. 

you relented to the cold, grabbing the hoodie that he left in between the two of you. you ignored the triumphant smile on his face when you draped the sweater over your bare legs, shielding them from the wind chills. 

he continued, “sometimes things happen to me that get me worked up and i have to write a song about it. sometimes, it’s based on my imagination. it depends.”

you wanted to ask him about his dad, but you didn’t know if he considered you guys friends yet. it’s not like you made it easy for him anyway. you could deal with the banters and annoyance, but you didn’t want to push him to talk about something he wasn’t ready to. you could be a dick, but you weren’t cruel. 

you changed the subject, “okay, let’s play a game.” 

“21 questions?” luke bit his bottom lip, trying not to laugh. he waggled his eyebrows, dodging your arm that reached out to smack him. 

“you’re gross,” you gagged, knowing the implications of the game, “no, i’m gonna ask about the songs on your album and you tell me if it’s real life or from your imagination.” 

“alright, go for it five star,” he beamed, propping his elbows on his crossed knees. he loved talking about music with anyone. he could go on and on for hours. 

“18.” 

“real,” luke snorted, remembering the first time travis pitched the idea for the song to the band, “but not my experience. it was trav. he met this girl at one of our gigs in new york, right after we got signed, and he was obsessed. she was a freshman at nyu and she kept telling him he was too young for her, even though she was just less than a year older. trav was hooked.” 

you could picture it. it was definitely something travis would do. “okay, another one of my favorites. only angel?” 

“not real,” luke shook his head, a slight blush creeping up on his face. “if you tell anyone, five star, i will vehemently deny it, but i had a crush on jade west from victorious and i wrote it about her.” 

there was something about jade west that made luke like a love-sick puppy. ignoring the fact that she was hot, her attitude was something that luke was attracted to. she had a tough exterior and acted like she didn’t care about people, but she had her moments where she was soft and kind to the people she cared about the most. luke liked that. the idea that someone could be sensitive but only to the people they deemed worthy. 

he’d spent so much of his life trying to be worthy, in whatever way the stage of his life defined it, and he craved it– a pat on the back, an approval, a confirmation that he was worthy of it. 

you threw your head back laughing, surprised by his ridiculous confession. the sound of your laughter rang across the woods, making luke smile. your voice echoed throughout the trees and he his senses were surrounded by you. it hit luke like a truck. 

he sucked in a breath, taking out his phone. he jolted from his seat for more than one reason. “shit, five star. we gotta go.” 

you took out your phone too, checking the time. your eyes widened as you got up from your seat. you threw his hoodie over to him, “fuck, we’re late.” 

the two of you raced out of the woods, arriving to the concert venue with flushed faces and rapid breaths. you could feel clarisse’s knowing eyes on you as you got ready for the concert. you tried your best to ignore it. you were going to deal with that later. 

–

“and for the final event, i know you guys are looking forward to this one,” your dad laughed into the mic. the sun was long gone and there were disco lights illuminating the stage. a smoke machine was on either corner, making it difficult to see the bottom half of the stage. you and clarisse stood in the front row, listening to the deafening cheers of the campers. “ladies and gents, welcome poisoned mercury!” 

the screams got louder which you didn’t even know was possible. travis entered the stage first, sticking his tongue out as he expertly twirled his drumsticks around his fingers. connor came in next, smiling and waving at the crowd as he plugged his guitar into the amp. chris walked in with his bass strapped around his neck, eyes immediately finding clarisse and sending her a shy smile. you nudged her teasingly, enjoying the way she blushed under the lights. 

then luke castellan walked in. he ditched his hoodie and t-shirt and walked in with a white tank top on, messing with the curls on his head. he tugged on the silver necklace around his neck as his eyes scanned the crowd. he threw a wink to the group of the older girls in the back, turning to travis to let out a laugh at their reaction. the lights on the boys were blinding and a thin layer of sweat already began to form on their skin despite the bite to the air. 

luke took center stage, picking up his guitar. he leaned over directly in front of you, fingers pretending to mess with the wires connecting his guitar to the speakers, “hey, five star.” 

he straightened his back before you could reply. clarisse’s eyes darted between you and the boy, now nudging you like you did to her earlier. you rolled your eyes, smiling at the rest of the boys as luke began talking on the mic. 

“what’s up, camp half blood?” luke screamed into the mic. the crowd roared. “we’re poisoned mercury and we are so happy to be with you guys here this summer. before we close out this awesome concert, i wanna introduce our lovely band.” 

“on drums, we have the one and only, travis stoll!” luke turned around to applaud travis as he did a little drum solo, head banging as he hit the drums. he turned to connor, “on lead guitar, we have the amazing connor stoll!” 

connor strummed his guitar, leaning over on the left side to soak in the applause of the crowd. the girls beside you swooned as he unleashed one of his award-winning smiles. 

luke faced chris, “and on bass, we have my very best friend in the entire world, my 4lifer, chris rodriguez!” clarisse cheered loudly for chris as he played a tune on his bass, mouthing, “love you, brother,” to luke as he played. the crowd quited for a second as luke addressed them again, “and my name is luke castellan. we’re poisoned mercury!” 

you turned around to look at the crowd. the size of the crowd tripled when the boys got on stage. everyone had a smile on their face, excited to hear them play. 

“the song we’ll be singing for you guys today is from our debut album,” luke adjusted his mic on the stand. he got closer to it, lips touching the metal, “this is only angel.” 

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at their song choice. this was not the song they were supposed to sing. they’d been rehearsing kilby girl for the past week. luke saw your reaction, laughing along with you. 

the instrumentals began and you nearly missed the beat drop because of the cheers from the crowd. as the song progressed, the boys were one with the music. you watched luke sing, working the crowd like a pro. his skin glistened under the spotlight, beads of sweat tricking down the side of his face. he approached chris when the chorus started, dragging his mic stand with him. he swung his guitar around so it rested on his back as he sang the lyrics. his curls were sticking to his forehead, eyebrows raised in glee as he performed. 

you couldn’t take your eyes off the lead singer, not even when the rest of the band had their own solos in the song. your eyes were glued on luke; how his adam’s apple was on full display as he threw his head back, getting lost in the music, how his arms flexed as he wrapped the mic cord around his fist, how his thin tank top stuck to his body and how it raised when he lifted his arm up to bring the mic closer to his lips. you saw the outline of his abdomen and his v-line. 

but what really got you was his face. he looked at peace on stage, a wide smile on his face, full lips pink and glossy as he licked them in between verses. he looked incredible up there, like that was where he belonged. he was born to be on stage like this. 

“fuck,” you mumbled, applauding at the end of their song. luke’s eyes found yours as he sang the last bit of the song, smiling at you. you hoped clarisse couldn’t hear you talk to yourself. you looked down at your feet, tugging nervously on the collar of your shirt, “i get it now.”

#frances writes #poisoned mercury #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke pjo #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

My Favorite Pet

Fuck Me (3)

BDSM preformer!fem!Reader x subby!Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Friday has rolled around and you aren't feeling it tonight. Can Wanda help you through it?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, BDSM relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, rope play, mention of strap, aftercare is fluff, Domspace drop, role reversal, mention of spanking, mentions of edging

Word count: 2K

A/N: Had a lot happen today so I'm glad that in my down moments I was able to work on this for you guys. I've also been loving this dynamic more than I thought I would. I have a cheeky one-shot planned and also another chapter~

The club was in full swing by the time you got there on Friday strolling in at six. Natasha was none too pleased as she pulled you into her office, pushing you against the wall. A moan escaping your lips as her hand wrapped around your neck like a necklace, making you gasp out.

“You've really been testing my patience these past two weeks and I am sick of it.” Natasha seethed at you, your eyes widening knowing you had pushed too far. 

“I-I'm sorry Tasha!” You pleaded with the older redhead. “Please I can't be in subspace right now.” her eyes narrowed on you. As much as she wanted to bend you over her desk and punish you she needed you to be functional for tonight. 

Her grip loosened on you. Turning away from you as she went back to her desk. “If you have one more slip up you'll be over my desk before you even realize you've fucked up.” Her voice had a bite to it that sent a shiver through you.

“Yes, of course Tasha. I'll be on my best behavior.” You tell her before slipping out of her office and into your own dressing room. 

Wanda was there already in a cute little set she had picked out in your absence. You smiled at her choice as she beamed up at you. 

The two of you had spent a few days apart after your last performance and aftercare session. You loved having her around truly you did, but you weren't ready to have her around 24/7. It had been a long time since you were in a relationship and though you two worked together in the way that you do, you wanted to ease into the rest of the relationship. The non-BDSM parts. 

You made your way over, cupping her cheek as she leaned into your touch. “That's a beautiful outfit you've picked out tonight baby girl. I think I have something to match it.” You coo at her leaving a light kiss on her lips before going through your wardrobe and finding a suitable outfit to match. “You're going to be a good girl for me tonight, right?” You knew she would it was more to help put you in the headspace you needed to be in.

“Yes Mommy!” She replied happily, bounding over to you with her collar in hands, kneeling down in front of you as she held it up towards you. She really was perfect. You couldn't ask for anything better. 

You take the collar from her hands with a smile. You adjust the collar around her neck checking to make sure it wasn't too tight. “There we go, pretty girl.” She looks up at you with a shimmer in her eyes. 

Your first show of the night went off without a hitch, everything went perfectly as you played with Wanda, tying her up with intricate knots of a pretty purple rope. You played and teased marking her up until she begged for release, letting her have it easily since the two of you had two more shows and didn't want to wear her out. Everything had to go well tonight. 

“Who's ready to see my pretty pet shake with need for me?” You ask as you tie Wanda up once more. The crowd cheers for you, tips already flowing in making you smirk. “All of you are so thirsty to see me play with my precious pet. I just know this is what you think about when you go home.” You run your hand down Wanda's front until you're rubbing small circles on her clit. She bucks her hips into you.

“Please Mommy…inside! Please!” You shush her.

“Patience pet we just started.” You pick your hand up, slapping it against her wetness making a beautiful sound. “You love everyone watching you don't you pet?” You ask and she nods, earning her another slap. “Proper answers pet or you aren't cumming until the end of next show.” She panicked a bit, looking up at you. Harsh lines on your face. There was love there she knew there was, but you looked so unforgiving right now.

“Yes Mommy! I love them watching me! I love that they get off to me coming undone at your hand.” You smiled, grabbing her face and kissing roughly, a bruising kiss made even more so as you bit her bottom lip, tugging as you ripped a moan out of her.

“That's a good pet.” Without any more prep you shove two fingers inside of her. She kicks her legs a bit, hips moving on their own. 

“Ah! Mommy!” She cries out, looking up at you, eyes glossy and hazy.

“This is what you wanted isn't it?”

“Yes Mommy!” 

“So be a good girl and take what Mommy gives you.” You add a third finger, stretching her out. You move your other hand to her mouth, sticking three fingers in her mouth as she eagerly sucks. You could feel her getting close. “Go on pet cum for Mommy.” You tell her and she's coming undone beneath you, chanting ‘Mommy’ beneath you. As you fucked her through her orgasm. 

“That's a good girl. Mommy’s good girl.” You cooed giving her kisses as you untied her. “Thank the audience for watching you sweetie.” Wanda on wobbly legs much like a baby deer got up and did a little bow. 

“Thank you for watching Mommy fuck me.” A big smile plastered on her face as tips came flying in and you could hear people calling her cute wishing she was there's. You come up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“Come on sweetie. Time for some aftercare.” you whisper in her ear helping her back to your room, bringing her to the bed in there. 

Holding her against you, you let out a sigh feeling yourself dropping. Trying to fight it, you've been fighting it all day. You didn't want to do this today. You'd been doing your best to stay in Domspace, but at the end of the day you're a switch and subspace had been calling your name all day. 

You hadn't realized you were gripping Wanda tighter until she squealed. 

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” She looks up at you, eyes bright once more, studying you to figure out what you needed.

“Fuck, Wands I'm sorry.” You loosen your grip. “I don't know if I can do another show with you tonight.” You admit to her.

“What? Why not?” she sits up, straddling you. 

“I'm…” you bite your bottom lip, looking away from her gaze. She slowly brings you back to meet her green eyes. 

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.” The love and care in her voice made you want to just fall apart into subspace. You feel tears well up in your eyes, stinging as you try to stop them, pushing your palms into your sockets.

“All I've wanted all day is to be in subspace and I can't do that. I have to be your Dom right now and I'm struggling to stay above water and I'm sorry I can't be what you need right now.” Your voice cracked and struggled to come out as you felt the tears push past your palms, running down your cheeks. A soft sniffle coming from you and a hiccup. 

You felt Wanda's hands gently wrap around your wrists and just as gently pulling them from your face. 

“Look at me sweetie.” It's a command, but in the most loving way you've ever heard. You have no choice, but to comply. The way she's looking at you in such a loving way as she pushes your hands above your head, pushing them into the pillows. Her nails ever so slightly dig into your wrists.

“Do you need Mommy?” Her voice thick like honey with her accent, enough to pull you under. You feel everything get fuzzy around the edges.

“Y-yes…but…” you try to argue, but she quiets you with a kiss.

“shhh baby I've got you. I can handle this. Let Mommy take care of you.” That's it she's got you, she said you'd drown in her if you tried to pull away and this is it right here. You're drowning in her. The roles reversed on you suddenly. 

When was the last time you got to be in subspace? A year? Two? Had it been even longer? Those big thoughts swirling in your head, you thought Wanda wouldn't notice, but she does. 

“You're thinking too hard sweetie. Let go. Babies like you don't need such big thoughts.” A soft moan pushes past your lips. Wanda smiles at the state you're in. Moving your wrists together so they can be held by one of her hands while the other pushes past the waistband of your pants. You hadn't let Wanda touch you so far, but the feeling of her fingers ghosting over your cunt.

“Mmm Mommy please…please!” You folded so easily for her and she gave in easily, pushing past your folds. Two fingers stretching you as you moaned out in pleasure, she filled you so well.

“You make such pretty noises detka. moya malen'kaya devochka. (My little baby girl.)” 

“Fuck, Mommy cumming! C-can I cum?” You looked up at her desperate for release. 

“Go ahead. Cum for Mommy, I want to see you fall apart for me.” You felt your coil snap, back arching and hips bucking to match her speed. You rode her fingers through your orgasm, gasping by the end with how intense it felt. How long has it been? “Fuck you're so beautiful moya lyubov.” You looked up at her, feeling tears in your eyes once more. She let your wrists go. 

She moved back into place, grabbing your phone and handing it to you. “Here baby find some tik toks for us. I'm going to clean you up and get some water. No more tears, okay? Mommy’s got you.” Wanda leaned over kissing your forehead lightly before grabbing the cloth, gently cleaning you, shushing you every twitch from overstimulation until she's cleaned you properly. 

You don't want her to, but she leaves the bed to grab a water as you scroll, curling up onto your side. Wanda came back behind you, taking a few sips of the water before resuming your scrolling as Wanda settled in behind you. Sharing videos you had previously liked and then going to your for you page and scrolling as you came back. You set your phone down, turning to Wanda and tangling yourself into her.

“You were so good for me baby.” You mumbled against her finally feeling better now that you got to drop. She moved to run her fingers through your hair.

“Feel better?” She asks leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Much. Have you ever…?” You let the question die on your lips as you look up at her. 

“No. I just followed what you've done. I don't know how fit I am to be a Dom for you, but we can always explore it when we aren't in a time crunch.” She teases, making you laugh.

“How did I get so lucky?” You questioned, leaning up to pepper kisses all over her face.

“I think I'm the lucky one. If I hadn't taken this job…if I hadn't gotten paired with you? I would have gone on thinking those walking red flags were actual Doms. None of them come anywhere close to you Y/N.” Her green eyes bore into you with a love that you felt you could never truly appreciate no matter how hard you tried. 

“I think I'll be able to do our last show. I wanna see your make up ruined from taking my strap down that pretty throat and then I'm going to fuck you until you're dumb and screaming for Mommy to stop.” You gripped her face, feeling her breath hitch at your words. Her eyes flicking to your lips. 

“M-Mommy…” she was squirming beneath you, “not fair!” She whined.

“What's not fair baby?” You ask with faux concern. You even tilted your head slightly for dramatic effect.

“How easily you can switch! Not fair!” You can't help, but laugh as she pouts.

“Mommy’s done this a long time, switching wasn't always so easy for me. Once the sub in me is satisfied the Dom runs free.” You say against her lips, pulling her in for a bruising kiss. 

You couldn't wait to ruin your pet. Your favorite pet.

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[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.66)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Wolves always go for the throat, whether they’re cornered or hunting.

Tags: Blood, Guns, violence, near death experiences, everyone lives nobody dies...but someone does die this chapter, horror, non-lethal injury, talks of death and dying, a bit of body horror, Trans! tae, Tae is briefly dead named in this, implied/referenced intimate partner violence, flashbacks, brief suicidality.

W/c: 8.3k

A/N: ahhhhhh <3 we're finally ready for this part of the story <3 i wonder what your guys reactions will be, i'm really glad i decided to split this chapter into two peices! it's much cleaner this way. don't be 🥲 too mad at me.

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

(Four years prior, Hoseok)

Today is the day that Hoseok will meet his future pack, he just doesn’t know it yet.

It always feels like a bit of betrayal but the worst and best days of your life often come close together. Maybe just for contrast. A bit of good in the bad. A slice of cake in a feast of raw meat.

This starts as just another bad day in a long stretch of shitty days. The kind of days were anxiety bubbles up and how afraid you are is all you can think about. Taking one breath and then another like just staying alive means you're guaranteed to get better.

The only place to go from rock bottom is up, and hoseok's sneakers are firmly on the concrete, standing outside of the record store in the rain with no place to go.

Hoseok has been afraid for a long time. He can't really remember even if he thinks hard, the last morning he woke up not afraid.

What hoseok really needs is a day off, but he really can't fucking afford it. He can't afford anything- certainly not a one-bedroom apartment on his own. If he's really really lucky maybe he'll be able to find a closet room somewhere that will cost almost his whole paycheck. Because after today-

After today, Jung Hoseok will be homeless, packless, and alone. His pack dropped the news on him last night…or well ex-pack.

He doesn’t expect that he’ll be moving into the pack's house on this rainy day, he doesn't expect that by the end of the week, he won't be worrying about where his next meal will come from because Jin will be there with it ready. Jimin sometimes too.

He won't be worrying about where he'll sleep because the bed in their spare room that smells like tae tae tae will be his. He'll roll around in it when the door is closed, shy about it because Hoseok has never liked other alpha's scents so much before. And when he comes home and Jungkook has made a nest in it, it will feel like a bit of an impossible silver lining, a bit too much- to have an omega making him a nest, making something special just for him

It takes three weeks for Namjoon to make him a house key for himself. After he gets left outside in a very similar storm to this. The doctor will touch his cheek, thumbing at the dimples that they share. how special is it that each smile gets cradled like a crescent moon? the heavens have left imprints on both of their skin. Freckles for stars and dimples for moon's.

"I don't want you to get sick pup."

"People don't get sick from wet heads anymore hyung."

"They don't. But I want to keep you dry and comfortable in my den. i know you still want to look for apartments but...what if you didn't?"

But neither the weather nor Hoseok knows to prepare for good news. Right now the heavens open up and release its deluge, thick rain the way that only happens at the start of summer. Worms and other wriggly things crawl their way out of their holes to find a good spot to die next to Hoseok's shoes. Worn fancy sneakers that his pack-omega had gotten him a few months ago for their anniversary. They're the nicest thing he's ever owned.

His ex-pack omega.

It's hard to rewire your brain, especially for alpha's. Hoseok is a lone wolf. He hasn't been without a pack in so long, it feels weird to not have someone to call, someone he needs to trail after and cling to. He checks his phone but he doesn't have a single notification from them.

He doesn't have a single notification from anyone.

Hoseok is glad he doesn't feel his instincts as keenly as other alphas do. Otherwise, he might be inclined to gnash his teeth at the people who pass by him on their way to work, umbrellas almost bumping him, perceiving even closeness as a threat. So vulnerable without a pack (lone alphas are always the first to starve in winter).

Hoseok shivers even though its summer, he's soaked to the bone after a few minutes.

He has a key to the record store. He could go inside. Granted- he should be inside already. Opening up shop, making coffee, and letting the place warm up. But standing out in the rain feels too much like penance.

Hoseok likes the rain. The smell of it. The way it makes the whole world ache and go still. He feels every drop on his dark hair, soaking through his thin hoodie. It's cleansing almost, letting the rain soak him through.

(The end of relationships is always hard, let alone the end of abusive relationships, they’re downright terrible).

Hoseok keeps replaying their words in his head, with every slosh of a nearby car, every honk of a taxi. The stoplight red and green bleeding onto the wet concrete. Yellow flashing in contrast with hoseok's dark memories.

“You’re welcome to stay here until the lease runs out, but the four of us need to move back home. You understand Hobi don’t you? We’re just omega’s- we’re just girls- and we think this could be a clean break for all of us. We just don't want to lead you on any longer.”

The worst part is that Hobi had sort of known, had sort of already realized what was happening. he’d seen it in their looks; distant and despondent. Their touches that did not linger longer than necessary, cheeks turned as he comes in for a kiss. The phone calls hushed in the other room that cut off abruptly when he entered.

The lease on their apartment ends today. The place has already been professionally deep cleaned and Hoseok's things are packed in his car in plastic bins. He has 6 of them to his name.

He doesn’t have a place to go yet, he might just sneak into the back room at the record store and sleep there until he figures something out. Hoseok drove to work early because he didn't have another place to go.

This version of Hoseok is not the one you know, this version of Hobi is 23 and hopeless, can’t think about moving back in with his parents a city away, with nothing but a rusted-out Corolla that barely gets him to work let alone through the 200-mile trip. It will die on him in about 6 months and Namjoon will be thankful that Hoseok no longer is driving around in a deathtrap.

He hadn’t even gotten this job by himself, his pack omega- his ex-girlfriend had gotten him this job almost 4 months ago after his last one didn’t pan out. Temporary work for temporary people.

Nothing feels like his. Not his body and certainly not this job.

Hoseok hasn’t smoked in months, but something that feels an awful lot like self-disgust worms under his skin and he can’t resist. Not today of all days. Smoking is something that he doesn’t indulge in often, and hasn’t indulged in since… becoming an alpha to someone. But he guesses it doesn’t matter now without anyone to complain that they don’t like the smell.

The cigarette mixes with the smell of petrichor and Hoseok’s own acidic scent. The smell of a terrified alpha draws him more than a few looks but he pays them no mind. He's thankful for his soaking face, at least the rain keeps out the tears. Cool and soothing against his face.

Hoseok just wants- Hoseok just wants to call them. To talk to someone.

Ending relationships is always like this. You want to keep being good, keep being what they want, but that’s impossible. You can’t act or behave right and dupe someone into loving you. Sometimes the love just isn’t there. (A smaller shyer voice says it was never love at all, you can't possess love, only be given it and Hoseok feels like a cast aside possession. Love and abuse cannot coexist).

Hoseok should have known. He keeps replaying the moments in his head. He’d seen them exchanging knowing looks when they thought he wasn’t looking.He thought he was just being paranoid, until yesterday morning when they’d taken him aside.

“You knew this had to end one day Hoseok" "You knew one day we'd move on." "As much as we appreciate what you’ve done for us, we think it’s time for us to move on.”

“What do you mean? I thought we were leaving next week, you really left me with only a day to find a place to go?”

“We’re sorry Hoseok, your last rut was just too much to deal with. We think it's best if we just stay on our own. It's a clean break this way.”

"Wait, please- I love you."

"We know. We're sorry."

Hoseok is too much for anyone to deal with. He doesn’t call his friends (he hasn’t met up with any of them or returned their texts in months thanks to several pointed words from his pack omega). He doesn’t go inside yet because he deserves the rain. He sits out front of the record store, smoking a cigarette that will probably end up killing him down the line, and thinks Good.

He tells himself the irritation in his eyes is just because of the cigarette smoke blowing in his face, even though he knows it's not. He's not even inhaling right because his breaths come all hitched and pathetic. Anyone would be sad if their relationship of several years had ended. Anyone would be devastated.

Hoseok checks his phone again. Nothing.

Most people on the crowded street ignore him. Though the thick throng of people going about their business, probably going to work at their 9 to 5 jobs that pay enough to afford apartments and packmates. Hoseok is the one soul that stands stationary.

Until one, someone a few feet back stops, tipping their face through their hood to look at him. The only other person without an umbrella.

Hoseok knows his face and his name. It’s just Min Yoongi- his coworker and sort of friend who's coming in for his shift. Hoseok doesn't love Yoongi yet but they're sort of friends already. They might be better friends if Hoseok could get over his admiration and jealousy.

Yoongi has this way of quietly taking care of the people around him. He picks up Hoseok's jacket when it slides off the hook at work, asks him if he wants coffee and even pays for it when he goes to the coffee shop next door. He compliments Hoseok's music tastes when it's his turn to play something, he gives Hoseok the aux frequently in a way that feels a little bit like flirting.

The only two good things about Hoseok's job are the music and Min Yoongi.

He even laughs at Hoseok's shitty jokes when they're stacking new inventory saying cryptic things like "they can't be worse than my omega's jokes."

That's why Hoseok's jealous. Yoongi gets packmates, five of them who make him lunch even when he's only got a four-hour shift. that often linger outside to walk him home or pick him up in their shiney not new not old cars.

(Yoongi's packmates certainly have better things to do than send Yoongi to work with a second packed lunch. "Jin-hyung caught a glimpse of you through the doorway, the only thing that he hates more than Namjoon's snoring is skinny Alpha's.")

Min Yoongi has that look that people do when they're well-loved by packmates. Hair ruffled and neck dotted with bruises that might as well be mating bites for a beta. Beta's don't mate, but these ones certainly keep him close. He wears their scents like a shield. Sometimes so thick that Hoseok can't even smell any of his chocolate scent.

Right now, staring at Yoongi a few paces into the street, all Hoseok can smell is the rain.

When Hoseok had been introduced to him it had felt strange just by virtue of Yoongi's sub gender. A beta? Working somewhere so normal? Weren’t beta's supposed to be like- financial advisors or assistants to the president or something? Betas are supposed to have more important jobs than pushing vinyl and bumping Hoseok's shoulder playfully.

(Hoseok hasn’t seen it yet, the way that the owner hands over little white baggies to people who come in looking hungry for a high that cigarettes or alcohol can’t fix. Hoseok hasn’t yet realized that the record store isn't just a record store. This is just one front business of many that the family has organized across this city and the country for distribution of some of his most precious inventory). Yoongi has worked her for the last year, takes calls in the back for the family. The owner only bows to him when Hoseok's not around.

They only hired hoseok for tax purposes. Having three employees looks less suspicious than just two.

The beta looks concerned, and Hoseok knows he can’t hide the fact that he’s been crying as the beta steps up and pushes Hoseok back under the awning. Out of the rain and into the warmth of the doorway. This kind of movement would make any alpha snap, but not Hoseok. Hoseok just tucks his chin down and starts to cry.

“Oh Hoseok.” Hobi sniffles, and wipes his runny nose on his sleeve. Yoongi's hand curls against his throat, chocolate scent spiking to soothe. “You’re soaking wet."

Yoongi grabs his wrist and Hoseok almost keens at the gentle touch. Whole body shaking, shoulders curling in Yoongi's direction. Yoongi’s lips press into a thin line and then tugs him inside.

~-~

(Now, You)

You hold your breath. Still peering around the corner, watching and waiting for the man to spot you.

But he doesn't, after a breath where his soft footsteps echo, you wait, but nothing happens. You peak back around the corner.

You absorb and catalog the details as fast as you can; the black ski mask, covered by one of those traditional Korean masks, wooden with red lacquer. This one is a little different than the one that Jimin had; not twisted with thick eyebrows in a snarl. This one is white with red splotches on the cheeks, like a ghost sent down from above to rob you of your humanity.

The bulletproof vest stops at the collarbones. The gun itself is a black generic model. The long end is extra bulbous with something that might be an attached silencer. His hands covered in black nitrile gloves, leathery at first glance. There is a knife at his waist along with a barrage of other small things; rope and a knife, duct tape and handcuffs. His heavy boots look steel toed and reinforced.

The man (because it is a man you realize; tall, maybe taller than Namjoon) trains his gun at the landing on the top of the stairs. Pointing it in the direction of Hobi, Tae, and Jin’s hushed voices.

Hobi giggles and it sounds so bright. Echoing off the walls and filling the house with his musical laughter.

There is a phone cord tangled in your hands, long and white. You grip it tight.

This man might be silent but you’re quieter as you slide your bare feet across the smooth floors. Your strides are so quiet. You take one step and then another until you're behind the man, mirroring him.

You remember when Yoongi redid the floors, it was one of the few things that he did right away; before the pack came to live here (to love here). It took him weeks and weeks of sanding before he got them to his liking. Days more of brown dark stain that colored his hands ruddy until the soft matte finish stuck. Every pass with the belt sander and dirty rag a movement of love, a meditation for it.

Yoongi made every inch of this house with the same loving intent; to make it a home for all of you. a place to be safe and nurse your wounds and hearts. You won’t let it become a grave. You won’t let this person stay here and ruin it.

Most people get it wrong; In order to kill it is not a matter of elegance or effort. There is no such thing as a perfect kill either. Emotionless and analytic isn't enough and being justified only gets you halfway. There is no way to do it cleanly. People die just as they live, messy and hopeful and dirty.

Murder isn't a matter or wanting or wishing, It’s a matter of rage.

It’s always been this way. Rage has been chewing a hole through you from the moment that you pulled the trigger with Geumjae. From the moment you said ‘I do’. Rage that these violent things have been done to you, that they continue to happen, that you can’t just get away from all the hurt and trauma.

Rage has eaten you clean through to the bone. Rage has made you skinny and starving, rage has made you timid and fragile. But now you're the hungry one. Right now, only three words run through your head;

How dare she.

How dare she send this man into your house. How dare she point a gun at the upstairs, in the general direction of your nest and your packmates. The altar at which you so desperately cling to, for sweet dreams and sweeter worship (There is no deity above the god of love, not even death. Death cannot take the love from your chest, someone dying does not make you stop loving them).

How dare she even think about hurting the people you love.

There is no courage, no bravery, no thought in your head about how stupid it might be as you step closer behind the man. You are not a trained assassin. You’re just an omega.

The adrenaline rush is an old friend, a thrall both intoxicating and unnerving. Your heart beats loud in your ears. You grip the phone cord in your hands and take a quiet steadying breath. He doesn't see you, he doesn't hear you, he doesn't know that you're behind him.

Wolves always go for the throat, whether they’re cornered or hunting.

The assassin’s foot ascends the bottom step. You don’t let him get to the second before you’re moving, hurtling forward. Footsteps no longer light. Your hands go over the man’s shoulders. The cord no more than a white flash across his vision before you draw it tight across his neck.

The pain and panic are instant as you’re suddenly tethered to a six-foot-four assassin and struggling to stay on your feet as he stumbles back. You’re pulled off your feet and down the stairs, but you keep it as tight as you can and you don’t let go. Fighting to keep your makeshift garrote tight as he scrambles to get his fingers around where it digs into his skin. Spluttering loud.

The hard wire digs, cutting easily through plastic and then your skin as he tries to pull you off. You don’t let go until he backs you into the entryway wall and slams you against it with a dizzying clang of bone and body hitting something solid. Your head narrowly avoids one of the hooks that the pack hangs their coats on. An inch to the left and he'd have impaled your skull on it. An inch to the left and you'd be dead.

A single inch.

His head slams into your face, and you feel something in your nose pop, flooding your mouth with blood so thick you choke.

He slams you against the wall once, twice, and then a third time until your grip goes slack and slippery with blood. It knocks the breath out of you, and he finally throws you off. You both fall to the ground like stones. Both of you gasp and struggle for breath. At least one of your ribs it broken, but because of the adrenaline you can't even feel it.

When the man lifts his black gloves to his throat, they come away glossy with blood.

(It’s crazy how you never notice the change from the day to day, one day you are begging for a reason to hold on, a reason to live, and the next you’re fighting tooth and nail to keep going. Just about gnawing your own arm off to get out. To survive and live to see another day. Another sunrise.)

By that time the air has returned to your lungs it’s enough for you to scream. “Jin! Jin! There’s someone in the house there’s-”

You try and inhale through your nose and blood makes you choke. You push at the floor with your hands, struggling to stand, fingers slippery and tacky with your blood.

The man tries to scramble up the stairs but you latch onto his legs and make him drop. Doing everything in your power to keep him from going up to them, to your packmates. Hugging his ankle to your chest to slow him down (the same way you’ve hugged Namjoon’s arm and Yoongi’s, the way you held Hobi in the nest on the couch just a few shattered days ago).

The man turns the gun on you, pointing it to your head, you flinch, waiting for the shot-

and open them as He heaves a frustrated roar before he wheels away and turns, aiming at the top of the stairs instead of right in your face.

You could have died right then. could have and should have, but you didn’t. Your brain is too messy with adrenaline right now to make sense of it.

Why didn't he shoot?

The gun goes off, a bullet whizzing by Jin’s head. His face, scared, on the stairs flashes ever briefly. Ducking for cover just in time. The doorframe explodes in a cacophony of dark wood splitters. The doorknob sparks and bursts into a million pieces with another shot. metal clanking against the ceiling, the walls, down the stairs.

One second, you’re holding onto his heavy leather boot, and the next it’s colliding with your face and you’re out like a light.

Getting hit in your face is always such a disorientating experience. You’d never gotten used to it, even with Geumjae. Granted it’s hard to get used to the stomach-churning low vision feeling of weightlessness, like vertigo only worse.

"Hobi! don't- jesus fucking christ-"

You’re not quite sure what happens next only that you can’t see for a moment after the boot hits your face, and you take big breaths through your mouth. Blood, you taste blood. And then your vision comes back. Black spots and all and there’s Hobi’s face in front of you. No assassin, just him, helping you up from the floor. You're not on the steps anymore but at the bottom of them.

“The kitchen, the kitchen," Blood rushes over your bottom lip. Hoseok wipes it away, inhaling a jagged breath. "He’s-”

He pushes at your shoulders. “The car- get to the car.” It feels impossible. This can be happening in your house. Are you about to have a shoot-out in the street? On your quiet cul-de-sac? But then, in the corner of your vision dark movement.

You tug Hobi’s head down the second that the gun goes off- probably saving his life, definitely saving it as the bullet tears through the banister and ends in a hollow thump in the wall. he may not have shot you but he has no quams shooting at Jin and Hobi. The bullets hit the wall- Maybe 6 inches above your bent heads. Too close, close enough that Hobi trembles in your hold. And he rips something- a piece of the doorway, out of his arm with a wince before he covers your body with his own.

The volley of gunshots are so loud, so vicious as they blow things apart, tearing holes through Yoongi’s coat, the doorway, the banister, and the narrow stairway rungs. Pieces of wood hit your curled forms. Hobi shoves your head down when you try to look.

There is wetness, hot, something hot on your hands, your neck, you know it’s blood before you look. You think it’s from you until the Gunsmoke clears and you realize- fingers skimming across hoseok's forehead, a gash above his eyebrow.

A bullet graze by his hairline thats bleeding profusely. head wounds always bleed a ridiculous amount.

There are more bullets behind you but it’s just Jin returning fire.

Jin’s got Tae behind him. Her face ashy and pink from the shower and panic, her mid-length dark hair such a tangle, cowering behind his back. Jin's gun is so much louder without the silencer. Did he bring one upstairs? Or did he get it from Jimin’s stash?

Jin nearly drags Tae to the three of you, and she clings to you. Your hand finds her face. Fingers are red and bloody smudging against her cheek, blink and you're back there a million moments in the past; dotting red blush across her cheeks with a brush- your fingers- kissing it into place with your lips- painting a line of maroon across her eyelids to bring out the lighter flecks in her eyes- Watching her twirl in a red dress. Pressing your red lips against hers in a quiet dark moment in the library room. With her in Hobi's red car- Everything red.

If it starts with red, maybe it's fitting that it ends in red too.

Jin doesn’t give you time to reminisce. Pushing her shoulder down hard. His bare chest splattered with splinters from the door. Covered in wood fragments that stick to his black sweatpants and damp feet. Shouting, “All of you get down!”

You follow your pack omega’s words. Hobi and Tae With their damn alpha instincts blanket you as Jin fires again. The shots are so much louder in the small space. Another shot, another thunder strike. tae grips your wrist tight, your hands.

When you look down, they look mutilated. you can see bone in one place, deep gashes across the centre of your palms.

Your ears ring and you can't make sense of anything over the noise. Jin returns every bang with a boom of his own, bright flashes lighting up the dark staircase. Casing after casing tinkling down to the floor, rolling across the floorboards

But then, for a second- the gunfire goes quiet.

The house creeks and the three of you hold your breath. Jin's still half-concealed. The air heavy and clouded with gunsmoke and the smell of blood.

Hobi tentatively gets onto his knees and then stands when he doesn't immediately get shot at. You make a small noise in your throat, the loudest that you dare, but he’s looking after Jin, standing in the darkness, hackles raising his angry scent of burning sugar acrid in your nose. His hand slides out of yours, your blood on his palms.

And then you hear the rush of boots, echoing in the living room, near your nest- you’d never unmade it after you and Hobi fucked there. You'd been too busy taking care of Jimin. Hoseok bears his teeth.

Hobi turns, sliding out of your hands quicker than you can grab him. Quicker than you can tell him that he’s being dumb, that he’s being suicidal.

“Not my girlfriend! You asshole!”

The world is a dizzying cacophony of gunpowder, pain, bullets, and shouting. Jin yells Hoseok’s name. But the alpha heads after the assassin regardless of your cries. Jin narrowly keeps him from running headlong into no mans land. the open area by the door that would leave Hoseok a sitting duck.

Tae’s standing up on unsteady legs as you all spill out of the stairs into the narrow hall. Out from her hiding place cowering behind the banister. Your attention isn’t on her it’s on Hobi. Neither you nor Jin are looking at her. You’re running after him on shaky legs. Jin holds you both back, trying to corrall you. The air is cloudy with Gunsmoke, hazy and heavy. Her eyes are wide and pretty like dark marbles as she watches Hobi.

They’re just as pretty when the gun presses to the back of her head.

Everyone turns and goes still. The man has Tae in his arms, hand in her hair making her neck arch. The gun pressed to her jaw. Finger on the trigger.

Her body trembles and she doesn’t turn, frozen still in fear a shallow whine building in her throat.Jin has the gun trained on the man faster than you can make to step in Tae’s direction. But it’s no use.

He must have gone around, run through the livingroom through your pantry. A similar path that you took to surprise him. He must know the floor plan of the house, must have studied it to prevent situations like this. You have no upper hand here with tae in his arms.

Tae’s mouth is buttony and parted, but it settles into a resigned line.

Jin’s never been a good enough shot- not for one like this, even barely 10 feet away. He might hit Tae. Shaky, Jin takes his finger off the trigger and stoops down to put the gun on the floor. His other hand is up, already surrendering when the man jerks Tae's head back by her hair. Rougher than he needs to be.

“Don’t shoot her, please don’t shoot- please.”

The man juts his chin at the gun on the floor. “Kick it away now, be a good omega.” Jin grits his teeth but does as he says.

The man’s voice is rough as gravel. Dignified, but with no obvious accent. Not the quiet cadence that you’ve come to expect from the family. Neither posh nor lowbrow. Something in between. Flat and monotone. You're sure that you've never heard his voice before.

“I have to admit, your file said you’d be resistant, but it said nothing about you being dumb as fuck and a poor shot to boot.”

Jin licks his lips and bares his teeth, “Put that gun back in my hand and then say it again.” The masked man cocks his head to the side and then shrugs as if Jin's fury doesn't mean anything to him.

But He’s bleeding, it trails down to the floor so the words can't be genuine. It's a small wound, a graze on his right thigh. Red bright and hot that drips in onto the floor from his pant leg.

His hand tightens in Tae’s hair. “Line up against the wall. Now. Or I’ll blow her brains out in front of you."

You move first, eyes trained on Tae. But he snaps, eyes unreadable behind that mask, “No- not you. I’m not here to kill you.”

He tosses something to Jin and he catches it. Handcuffs that jingle and clink. Your foot hits an errant bullet with a similar tinkle. “Handcuff Jin to the stairs Hoseok.”

Your names, he knows your names. Your mind races over every detail, every moment trying to piece together a way to get out of this. a way to save them.

“Why are you doing this?” Hobi’s trembling, shaking. “Did Jimin-”

“Jiminie did nothing.” The man croons dragging the barrel of the gun down Tae’s cheek leaving a dark smudge in its wake. It's red on her face, the barrel must still be hot, your blood crusty around her lips.

“Honestly though, you should know he was a shit assassin. Truly piss poor even by industry standards. They always threw him the easiest kills."

The three of you are quiet, if he was hoping to elicit a reaction or more of a fight You don’t give him the satisfaction. Although jin grits his teeth, gnashing anger and an omega's feral instinct to protect their pups.

You step forward hands open, barely two steps from Tae. If you can just get to her maybe you can-

“Please- please don’t kill them."

He cocks his head at you, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Oh no, you misunderstand me I’m not going to do any of it.”

He taps Tae’s head once again with the gun and Tae starts to truly struggle. You tremble in fury and horror as you realize what he means with a sickening lurch in your stomach.

“This is how it’s going to work Y/n” You still at the sound of your name. “Taehyung here is going to shoot Jin and Hoseok. And then once we’re sure they’re good and dead, I’ll kill her.” He tosses you another pair of handcuffs, these ones are meant for you.

You take one step closer; Jin's gun is between your feet now. But you couldn't pick it up or else he'd shoot Tae. Time, you just need a minute to figure out what to do. How to get them out of this.

Yourself now, that's a different story. If you where in Tae's position you'd turn your face to the side and bite the mans hand.

“And what about me then? If they're all dead what’s to stop me from fighting?” he seems to consider it only briefly, the gun in his hand tilting so that you can see the dark oval where the bullet will come out, where it will rocket through Tae's skull and take all the little worlds she dreams of, all her poems and words and make them nothing.

“You think you're so precious? I’ll just kill you.” he says it like it's nothing. like you're nothing. He nods to the others, appealing to them and not you. “What do you want? All four of you to die? Or just three? What will hurt Namjoon the least? Do you think Yoongi will survive loosing his mate? What do you think Jinnie?”

You think of Yoongi's mating mark, the spot on his hip where your small curved semi-circles sit. You think of them turning black- a brand of a dead mate. You think of Hobi's eyes opening and never closing again. You think of Jungkook nesting without Jin and you. Of Namjoon holding out his hand and having no one to take it without Jin there.

You won't let any of this happen.

The others shoot each other unsure glances but you shake your head. you shake your head because earlier on the step, the man didn't take the easy shot, the easy kill.

If he really had orders to kill you, he would have done it then.

you step forward and shake your head. “I don’t believe you. I know your orders are to take me. That’s what all of this is about isn’t it?” The man doesn’t drop his weapon. Just presses it tighter to Tae’s jaw.

“Handcuff Jin now Hobi. Or else I’ll-”

You see the darkness settle in Jin’s eyes and before you know it he's turning to you, eyes flat. Endless in their darkness, the way they might if-

You don't let yourself consider it. You won't let it get to that point.

“Pup-”

You guess it does make sense, having you kill each other as opposed to the assassin doing the dirty work and implicating Moonbyul. If you really are on that ‘no kill list’ like Yoongi said at the hospital, having you take out each other is the only logical course of action. Once Tae kills Jin and Hobi, she'll be free game. This is the only way retribution won’t fall back on her. This is so similar to what she tried and failed to do with Jimin and Jin. This is a second attempt.

Only-

Only this time, you have a bargaining chip.

You step forward, in front of Hobi and Jin, blocking them from his line of sight. Barely a pace in front of Tae, but from the way he tightens his grip on her you know that you can go no further.

“You can take me; I’ll go with you. Willingly.”

Jin makes a noise in his throat and tries to move, but dares not when the man tightens his grip on Tae’s hair hard enough to rip a bit of it out.

“That’s what she wants, isn’t it? If you just let them live I’ll go with you.”

The man is silent for a second. Hobi trembles and so does Jin. For a second, you truly think that he’s going to take the bait.

But the mask is directed towards the floor, then back up at you. “Those aren’t my orders.” His finger is on the trigger so close to Tae’s head. “Now cuff him, I don’t want Jinnie getting any ideas.”

Hobi’s hands are shaking as he unwillingly shackles Jin to the steps as slowly as he can. He's buying time too. Every second and every heartbeat is precious. Both ends loop around a single rung and click closed. The rung itself is a little loose from a bullet that blew it apart near the bottom, it’s got to be the loosest one. Hobi turns, and you see the pre-meditation in his eyes; he chose that one so that Jin could still get free if he tried hard enough.

Everyone is trying. Everyone is defiant. The quirk of Jin's eyes as he settles, staring with rage at the man, his voice a quiet croon when he says what might very well be the last words he ever speaks.

“Tae you can close your eyes honey, it’s okay.”

"No I can't" She struggles harder against his hold, but it only gets her part of her hair pulled out with how rough the man jerks her, tears clouding her vision. "I can't- don't- please-"

Tae's soul has always been butterfly soft and flower tender. She's not made for this. She's not made for murder or pain or anything that lacks softness. She's never been a killer; Jimin was always that side of their coin. Saint and sinner.

Your body goes cold and for a second, you think you just might pass out, especially when Hoseok grips your wrist. One final squeeze in what can only be goodbye before he steps away and in front of jin. Hair puffed up. Jin is lowering his eyes and no no no.

No.

Tae is staring at you, eyes wide and scared, but you watch in total powerlessness as her eyebrows lower. You see the moment Tae thinks it. Eyes meeting yours, lips mouthing something that you can’t read. Maybe I’m sorry no.

I love you. Sorry.

The truth is that Jimin drilled this with her years ago before she left for college and he couldn’t follow. When Jimin first realized that for the first time in their lives she’d be without him as a constant protector. Delicate delicate Tae with her delicate pink soul. So vulnerable to the world and all its wickedness.

Tae didn't confront him about it until the nightmares were waking him up regularly. They were simple nightmares back then; images of Tae hurt and mugged. Tae beaten and left in an alleyway. Tae stalked through the night. Simple, but enough to keep him awake. Enough to torture him in his wakon hours as well as the nighttime.

If Jimin saw her now he'd pull the heavens down and demand something truly awful in exchange. He'd take one of the knives from the kitchen and gut him from belly button to addams apple. He'd eviscerate him- and Namjoon might help.

Hut there is no one here to do any of that, there is only Tae in the man's hold.

“What are you so scared of?” She’d asked one morning, trailing endless patterns on his chest in an effort to soothe him back to sleep.

“Something happening to you while I’m not there, mostly.”

“Would it make you feel better? If you taught me the basics?”

Jimin's pause is telling, more telling are his eyes, hopeful when he looks up at Tae. “Yes, it would.”

It’s been years and years since Jimin Tae have bothered to drill any self-defense sequences it at all. Since he stopped asking her to refresh the basics with him once a year just to make sure. Jimin never thought that Tae would have to use those skills. Like with most things, you just sort of hope you don't have to fight.

But Tae knows you did fight. It's written all over your bloody face and your bloody hands, tightened to fists by your side. If you fought tooth and nail to save them she should fight too.

Tae has written fight scenes like this before. If she survives the press of the gun to the back of her head, she’s gonna have one hell of a personal experience to pull from for her book. The content will be endless.

She seems to swell in the space, alpha shoulders settling back. Her mouth is moving, mouthing words her eyes on you. Just in case this is the last thing she ever does.

I’m sorry, I love you.

“Be a good boy and pick up the gun Tae.” Tae bends down, syrupy slow. Intentional with her every movement. One heartbeat. Another. Tae's fingers are maybe an inch from the gun when everything goes haywire.

When she's about halfway bent she uses her momentum to hurl her body back, slamming her head into the gun and then into the man’s face. Cracking the mask and from the sound of it, the man’s nose. Tae's almost knocks herself out with the force of her own head colliding with the man’s face.

She turns, she’s not finished, not even close. She might be a woman but she’s an alpha too. Alphas always always fight to protect their pack. She turns and swings.

And drives her elbow as hard as she can between the alpha’s legs.

Hobi can’t stop his flinch. That has to hurt.

The assassin’s gun goes flying, skittering across the dark floor and under the bookcase and Hobi ends up lunging for it. You go after it too but you end up holding Tae instead, crumpling to the floor without anything to hold her up. She’s holding the back of her head, eyes watering.

The traditional mask lyes in pieces around you, shatered by the force of tae's headbut. The man clutches his nose, features still covered by the ski mast. Growling out- "Bitch- fucking bitch! I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill all of you-"

Jin struggles yanking his cuffed hands down as hard as he can- in another minute he might get loose, but not quick enough as Hobi finds the gun and raises it. The bullet hits the molding beside your pantry, missing the man by inches as he dives away to safety. A lucky shot by any standard, let alone for a beginner. Hobi shoots off after him. knocking into the wall before he's up and chasing it.

“Are you okay, Tae, Tae- look up at me.” Tae is clutching the back of her head. Blinking rabidly. That fucking hurt even if it was worth it.

“I’m fine just-” She leans over your legs and vomits, retching loud and horrible. Concussion- she must have given herself a concussion. Namjoon told you months ago how to read the signs of them shortly after the first time Jungkook ever had a seizure in front of you.

You hold her shoulders, watching Jin try and break himself free, yanking his wrists hard enough that it has to hurt. Moving to try and help him.

And then Hobi makes a noise in the other room, a pained ghasp, A thump and then-

Tae is already up and running, stumbling into the wall. You glance at Jin. "Go- just go" Jin grinds out. But Tae has longer legs than you do even concussed.

By the kitchen, Hobi slips on a fallen tangerine. (You remember then, Yoongi clearing the table with a brush of his hands for Jimin, tossing a whole bowl of them onto the floor. Where they've stayed since then) they're fighting, the man must have managed to disarm Hobi somehow because the gun sits under one of the chairs. Both of them are fighting just beside the dining room table. Part of it splintered and broken where someone broke it.

They're grappling on the floor now. Pushing against each other trying to gain the upper hand. you've watched the alpha's wrestle before- small disputes to settle and reaffirm the hierarchy, but you've never seen hobi move like this. You watch the man grasp at his waist reaching for the knife. His hands so slick with his own blood that it clatters to the floor. Hobi may not be trained but he's a fighter too. Gnashing his teeth and growling. Reaching up into the shallow gash at the mans throat and digging in his fingers.

And then he’s got Hobi on the ground and his hands around your alpha's throat. Tae tries to get him off but he backhands her, sending her sprawling to the ground and clutching her cheek. Too dizzy to stand. Big hands that squeeze and squeeze and squeeze Hobi's narrow throat. Spit at the corner of his lips turning frothy as hoseok tries to breathe and can't.

“I didn’t come this far to get killed by a bunch of family rejects; 11 years and 1458 kills later and I will not die. Just give up already- I didn’t come this far to-”

Hobi’s face is turning purple, hands scrabbling, pushing against his face trying to get him off unsuccessfully. Dying there on the floor. Hobi is going to die right there if you don't do anything.

Jin is shouting from the other room and there is a frying pan in the kitchen. On the countertop that you snatch on your way past, winding up for it before you swing it with all your might at the man's head and-

At the end of the day, it’s hard to say exactly what kills him. Whether it's you or Tae who wields the killing blow. It’s more of a group effort between you and her.

Tae has read countless books that described love as some gentle force, but this love has not made her gentle. Tae cannot sit there on the floor and watch Hobi die. She'd do anything to protect him and the pack. She’d kill people like Minnie did, would lie just as Jin had, would have sacrificed anything- even herself just like Yoongi.

Love had always been giving in Tae's mind, and she would give countless sins and untold violence, to have this not be the last day with you and the pack.

The gun is just sitting there under the chair. tae hardly has to lean over to get it. (If she makes it out of this alive, she swears to himself that she'll finally start taking those kickboxing classes that Jungkook teaches.) Tae lifts the gun at the same moment that your hand descends with the frying pan.

Tae turns, points, aims, and fires. She doesn’t even think twice about it. The trigger goes down as easily as breathing.

Getting shot in the throat definitely distracts him enough, definitely makes him let go of Hobi, clutching at his own throat instead of his. blood rushing over his hand and down onto hobi's face. So much that it almost splashes.

And then the frying pan hits his head with a hollow final thud.

There is a placid terror in things like this, a quiet as things go and come. The thumping, the sobbing breaths you let out, the descent of your hand, beating out your terror on the body below, a vessel for all of your fear.

The handle of the frying pan is thick and heavy in your hands. You bring it down on the man’s head, the curved edge of the cast iron connects with the plate of his skull with a hollow thud. One second, he's clutching at his blown-apart throat, and the next he goes limp, blood and brain matter splatters loud and heavy along the floor. Falling on top of Hobi like a lead weight.

Hobi's brown eyes are bloodshot and red in his mouth, heaving one big breath that sends the room spinning. Sends vertigo into his veins and panic-running adrenaline. You lift your arms up again and hit him, descending again and again.

His body is still, so still. His chest gives one open shudder and then goes truly quiet. Frozen in time. You are covered in blood, in your mouth, on your hair, on the ceiling. More and more splatters as your hand goes up and then down in an endless loop.

Dark cotton soaks, matted with blood and brain matter, blurry from your tears. A bit of it hits your face, wet and stinky. People never tell you how horrible it smells when people die.

You don’t stop hitting the man, even when it's clear he's dead. Even when you glare down at him through the tears in your eyes and see half a face staring up at you. An eyeball rolls across the floor.

There are arms around you pulling you off of him eventually. Dry warm arms, big and heavenly. One wrist dangles with a pair of handcuffs as Jin yanks you back from the man. The body.

“Pup- It’s done, pup- he's gone- Stop.”

There is blood all over you. On your face, on your hands, around the frying pan. Tae too, sitting just beside you. Half of her body splattered. Hobi's soaked with it and still struggling to breathe. But both of them, the three of them are alive.

“It’s over pup.” Jin sounds like he might be crying. Tae definitely is.

Hobi puts his head between his knees, gasping for every breath but still breathing. Tae's got him in his lap. Holding on to him as he splutters. face so soaked with blood he can't open his eyes without blinking rapidly.

It’s anything but over you think as you let go of the handle of the frying pan.

It clatters to the ground with a bloody and final thunk.

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Notes:

if the beginning of the chapter feels weird/different in terms of narration that is because it was mostly written 3+ years ago and my writing style has changed alot! kinda crazy! hopefully people will just attribute it to hoseok's internal monologue. it might be meandering but i kept reminding myself that this is hoseok at his lowest you know?

One thing i want you guys to realize is that the m/c may not be smart, but holy fuck can she take a beating and still get up.

Gun shoot outs are uniquely hard to write because like, just bang and it's done right? idk why part of this writing just felt so tedious usually i love writing stuff like this :(

hobi calls the m/c his girlfriend 🥺 did you guys notice???? he's such a cute pup charecter.

i have more notes for this chapter BUT i can't share them until the next one is out because it involves hobi's secret.

i hope you guys see like- how good the m/c actually is at the crime and thinking on her feet shit- i think that this chapter above all others shows her street smarts. she knows to keep the guy talking and distracted- i think it compliments her similarities to jimin and jin like. the trio of them are very capable people you know? vs hobi who just headlong rushes the assassin and fucks shit up. i'm not saying it's his fault- he does the best that he can in this chapter.

I'm trying to pull from my actual knowledge of how guns work but fun fact, silencers are still fucking loud, like still so loud that you need ear protection. and even blank bullets can still cause serious injury at close range.

I'm again at the stage where i can't tell if the gun shooting scene is clunky and too predictable or if it's actually as creepy as i've made it out to be.

This is one of those situations- the bargaining for each others lives, that i've actually never had to handle. it's actually pretty unusual for me to write about things that i haven't experienced in some way shape or form.

i've only written a few scenes in my life that have made me wonder like "huh- i wonder if people might actually think that i've seen a dead body, been around a dead body, or killed someone before?" and ngl, the scene with the assassin dying is one that makes me wonder that... i promise i just have a scarily vivid imagination.

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Ahhhhh omg ty for writing my request of Pornstar!Miguel x Pornstar!Reader it was so cute and sooooo great <33 I loved it very much !!

IDK if you wanted to write a part 2 for it, but since you ended it off like you did, I was wondering what would happen when they meet outside. I kind of want to see a Jealous!Reader who gets jealous seeing Miguel work with someone else for a shoot cuz it looks like he’s having a great time with his co-star. But Reader takes him back to her place and gives him the night of his life? I appreciate a Dom!Miguel, but I was wondering if the roles can be reversed this time with a Dom!Reader? Not necessarily a Sub!Miguel but like more body worship and Reader trying to prove that she’s the only one for him. Get him pussy drunk >< Thank you again, and I hope the holidays don’t get too hectic for you ;-;

Ty & you're welcome!! I'm glad you liked the first request!!! I hope you enjoy this one too!

PT 1

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, riding, overstimulation, creampie

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It had been a few weeks since you and Miguel started working together. The chemistry the two of you shared was nothing you ever felt before. Honestly, you might even call this love. You weren't quite sure, especially since the type of work you did made you question the concept.

But sure enough, Miguel gave you reason to believe. Every time the two of you shared a screen, you had to compose yourself and remember that everyone thought you were acting. Hell, they were fully convinced that you were a star.

You were good, that much was true. The only time you could let yourself go and be free was when you and Miguel met at either his place or yours. Miguel was absolutely destroy you, making you question if sex work was the kind of job you were good at.

Sex was different with him. Everything was different with him. Part of you wanted to tell Miguel that you wanted to quit working as a Pornstar and just be a normal couple with him, but you were scared. Part of you wondered if Miguel even liked you back. If he even shared the same feelings that you did.

"(Y/N)!" Miguel called out, waving towards you. You hurried to his side, nuzzling your head into his chest to hide from the cold,

"Gosh! I didn't expect it to be this windy today."

"Yep," Miguel wrapped his arm around you, keeping you sheltered from the wind, "Before we get to our movie, I want to tell you something. I got a gig with another person. My manager told me to take it, b-"

"I understand, it's the job." You forced a smile, resting your head against him, "As long as we still have these moments to ourselves, I don't...mind"

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Oh you gave so much shits.

Literally the next day, you went to work and couldn't help but poke your head into Miguel's studio. There were butterflies in your stomach. This was a bad idea, but you were curious. You wanted to know who dared tried to steal your man er, partner, no, coworker. Yes, coworker!

You felt your heart sink as you watched Miguel smile towards your competition. Of course, it had to be your rival. The two started to shoot and it just kept getting worse for you. Miguel looked like he was enjoying himself with her.

Unable to watch as your rival started her horrible moans, you hurried home. You claimed that you were sick.

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Miguel stepped out of the shower after his shoot, sighing softly. He glanced at his phone, seeing a message from your manager. Miguel furrowed his brows as he read that you went home. Sick? You always gloated that you never got sick.

"Wow, Miguel, that was amazing. You know, I think we make a pretty good team. Why don't we-"

"No," Miguel said as he quickly finished to get dressed,

"Awe, don't be so mean~ How about I take you out on a date?"

"No. Got me a girlfriend," Miguel said firmly, packing his bag. Your rival just huffed,

"And she's okay with your job? She's okay with you fucking another beautiful woman?"

That was it. Miguel felt a light bulb appear above his head as he hurried out of the shower room. Leaving for the day, Miguel stepped out of the building and saw you in your car. He approached, wondering what you were doing.

"Get in," You huffed, rolling down the window.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Miguel asked, sitting down. You started to drive to your place,

"Yes." You lied.

Miguel smiled softly towards you, enjoying your cute jealously. He went to reach for your hair, playing with it as you drove.

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You were mad. Once you entered your apartment, you pushed Miguel onto the wall and started kissing him. You didn't want Miguel to enjoy working with other women. You want him to want you only. Who cares about what your managers wanted!

Pushing Miguel onto your couch, you sat on his lap and started to furiously grind against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepen the kiss. Miguel just held your waist, moving his hips along yours.

Gosh, if you weren't taking charge of this, you'd let him fuck you dumb right now. Feeling the friction starting to hurt, you quickly took off your skirt and panties. Miguel helped with your shirt, before you returned to his throbbing dick.

Taking off his pants and boxers, you grabbed his dick and started to stroke it. You were going to have Miguel burn this night into his memory. Have him remember that you are the only one for him. Hopefully he thought that.

Sucking against his tip, you moaned lowly as you played with yourself. Miguel's dick was far too big for you to take in your mouth. You tried several times. You whimpered, trying to take more of him in as you stroked his dick faster.

"(Y/N), don't....force yourself," Miguel groaned lowly, gripping onto your hair.

You muffled in protest, causing Miguel to moan. With one more lick, you watched Miguel twitch, ready to burst. Precum already dripping from his dick. You resisted a chuckle, unable to hold out much longer either.

It was funny how good the two of you were when working, but when it came to being at home? Oh, you both let yourselves loose and gave into the lust.

"I hope you're ready for a long night," You told him.

You whimpered, moaning lowly as you slowly sat on his cock. No matter how many times you fucked, his dick would always stretch you out and fill you. You almost cam on the spot. Resisting a moan, you started to bounce against his dick.

The sheer size of him was going to make you tap out for the night. Your pussy kept sucking him in while his dick twitched inside of you. The sounds of his moans were turning you on more. Resting your head against his shoulder, you whimpered a moan as you cam hard.

Miguel was not long to follow. His tight grip against your waist made you weak in the knees. You kept bouncing on his dick, becoming a slightly moaning mess as he filled you. This wasn't enough. You weren't going to let him go so easily.

"Let me take over, (Y/n)." Miguel whispered, kissing your neck. You gently pushed him back onto the couch,

"N-No! I'm taking control tonight and...I'm not going to let you rest until you learn your lesson." You huffed. Miguel just chuckled, cupping you breasts,

"Very well. I'll just ruin your pussy by sitting still."

You moaned lowly as you began to shake. Your vision was blurring as you felt your burning knot about to burst again. Your gummy walls squeezing the life out of his dick, making your mind hazy. With another bounce, you cried out as his dick rubbed against you g-spot, causing you to orgasm.

"Such a beautiful sight," Miguel hummed. You were breathing heavily, unsure how much longer you could keep going,

"Not...yet."

Eventually, you gave Miguel permission to move you to the bed. He laid down, moaning and groaning to your uncontrollable lust. You were milking him dry. Bouncing against his dick as if him cumming inside you four times wasn't enough.

Miguel was breathing heavily now as he watched you cry out from overstimulation. You were struggling to fuck him, probably because your legs gave out. Sitting up, Miguel swapped positions, pressing you against the bed,

"(Y/N), you're so fucking beautiful. Of course I know that his pussy is mine and mine alone. Think I don't get jealous thinking about all the men who had a taste of you?" Miguel groaned into your ear, snapping his hips into yours.

"A-Ah~ M-Miggy~" You whined, feeling weak. Miguel grunted and moaned as he fucked you roughly,

"You're mine. Only I get to enjoy this pussy like this. Only I can have you like this."

"I...I'm going to quit..." You admitted, squirming as you felt another orgasm coming, "I-I only want you!"

"Then I suppose I'll have to quit too,"

Miguel pulled you into a kiss, shaking as the two of you cummed together. Miguel groaned as he pulled out, watching his cum spill out of your abused cunt. He pulled you beside him, nuzzling his head into your neck,

"You did well...I'm exhausted." He muttered. You rolled on top of him, smirking as you slid his dick into you again,

"I said I...was t-taking over for the night. I'm n-not stopping until you get drunk off me."

Miguel just chuckled weakly in response, already pussy drunk. He held your hips, watching you cry out in pleasure. Perhaps you were just trying to get pregnant, but whatever the reason, Miguel gave you want you wanted.

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You both had a goddamn good reason to call out the next day.

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[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

Pillow Talk: Jimmy Uso

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You lied in your husbands muscular arms feeling so loved and secure. He lied beside you kissing along your collarbone ever so gently.

"Look, if you think you're about to sweet talk your way into round three, you're wrong. I'm tired as hell and sore. Nobody told you to be going that damn hard." You say playfully hitting his arm. He looks down smirking at you.

"If I remember correctly, you were yelling out daddy, fuck me harder! right there! ahh! just a few moments ago." He says imitating your high pitched moans.

"Boy shut uppp." You say hiding your face in his chest as if this weren't y'alls umpteenth time having sex. But, every time felt so different with him. He knew your body and needs like the back of his hand. Your man was ready to do whatever, whenever, however to your body, all you had to do was give him the green light. "But seriously babe, I don't think I'm gonna make it to work in the morning." You groan.

"If I don't have that thang sore, I ain't doin my job. Besides, you were gonna call in sick anyway. I did you a favor." You playfully roll your eyes though he can't see in the dimly lit room. A comfortable silence falls between you to as you trace the tattoos on his lower arm.

"Baby, you remember how we met?" He asks suddenly, caressing your hip. You think back to the time you and Jimmy met twelve years ago.

"How can I forget. You came up to me talkin bout some you're gonna be my wife. Boy you just don't know you almost got your ass slapped. No, for real, you was about to have me kill your future generations with one damn kick between your legs." You say looking up at him as he laughs.

"So am I wrong for speaking it into existence? You're right here aren't you? I knew I had you the minute I walked up. You were then one, I had to let you know." He smiles that beautiful smile of his.

"I'm just saying, can't be saying shit like that these days. Have you six feet under."

"But seriously though, I'm glad I did. We've come a long way. It hasn't always been easy and I know there were plenty of times we both could've walked away, but we didn't. What we've built these past decade can't be broken. I love you so much. You're my world, aside from my kids. I love you. I love you. I love you." He says in between kisses.

"I love you more than you know. I've never felt love like this. Like, I found everything I every wanted and needed in a husband in you. And one day, everything I need in the father of my children. I got you no matter what, and you don't have to doubt that. Good or bad, thick or thin, know that I'll be right there." You say sincerely kissing his smiling lips. You pull him closer, tangling your hand in the nap of his neck. His beautiful hair falling down his face. Your tongue explored each others mouths as you let out soft whimpers. He's already hard again and your wetness is making your thighs slippery. If the mood couldn't have been more set, it began to rain outside.

"Speaking of. You make me wanna get you pregnant." He groans. You watch as he pulls away momentarily to get off the bed. You already knew what that meant. You turn around on your stomach and position yourself for him. Before you can even do it yourself, he grabs you by your ankles and pulls you to the end of the bed. He teases your wet entrance with his tip as you look back biting your lip in anticipation.

"Ready for me baby?" He asks pushing his tip into you causing you to gasp.

'Hell yeah, put that fuckin baby inside me." You beg. Nothing more needed to be said as he guides himself into you slowly. "Fuck baby." You hiss gripping on the sheets tightly as your man stretches you out.

"Say less baby because I'm about to make sure nothing spills out." He smirks knowing this was going to be a very, very long night for you.

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safe place

tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors, mention of suicides, abusive household and also scream 5+6 au bc why not?!

a/n; IM ALIVE !! I'm so busy, school is shit broo

it was sunday, it meant it was cleaning time. but, you were to focused on studying that you forgot to clean the house.

you checked the time, and you realized, that your father was coming home soon. you panicked, and quickly started cleaning your room.

your father was an abusive alcoholic, it was a suprise. an loving caring man turning into an abusive alcoholic, when your mother died.

he didn't bother going to therapy, instead he started drinking and started doing drugs. when he's tired, he takes his anger out on you, when he's in a bad mood he takes it out on you.

he poured out his anger always at you, you didn't know why. you would always be hiding in the closet, filled with bruises from him. trying to hold your tear's, it was always hard. you've never told anyone about the abusive and toxic household you were in.

you were a joyful person, filled with sunshine but personally, no one ever knew you that well. except for your girlfriend; Tara Carpenter.

you heard the door creaking, you weren't even halfway done cleaning with your room and you still had a few rooms to clean. you were scared, you didn't have a way out.

you decided to hide in the closet, where you always do. you were scared for dear god, you were scared what he will do to you. your tear's streaming down on your face.

you heard a scream, “Y/N!! How come you still didn't clean the house?!” it was filled with anger, your heart is beating fast, you are scared. sweating intensely.

hearing footsteps from the stairs, and through the hallway’s of your bedroom. you prayed to dear god, to not hurt you. “y/n, i know you’re in there.” he say's, opening the door of your bedroom.

you had no way out. you heard him investigating every area.

he opened the closet door, “there you are.” he says, grabbing you from your wrist, tightly. “dad stop please! I'm sorry, I was so carried away—” you didn't have time to speak, he punched you so hard on the face.

that your nose started bleeding, “you really think I'm gonna believe you? you lying son of a fuckin bitch.” you were down on your knees, crying.

The next day

it was a good Monday morning for tara. she was awoken by her sister, sam. she got up from her bed and started making it, then after that she check's her phone if she received a message from you, but sadly she didn't.

it was something off, she chat's you again, asking if you were okay.

· my baby ; hey, are you okay y/n? im worried sick, text me back as soon as you can. hope you're okay mylove! I love you

timeskip at school

“hey guys, have you seen y/n? she hasn't texted me back.” tara said, worried about you. “look's like an overprotective girlfriend is worried about her troublemaker girlfriend.” mindy jokes, tara didn't find her funny, and just glared at her.

“oh there’s y/n!" anika pointed, she ran after her. “she seem's off today, its just not me who thinks she's off today? right?” mindy stated, the others agreed with her. usually, you would hangout with the friend group but this day, you didn't.

you went straight to class, it was unusual for them. you saw anika running towards you, but you decided to walk more faster so she wouldn't catch you.

once you entered inner part of the school, you saw anika not chasing you anymore. you were glad. you had a long oversized hoodie, covering your body and bruises. you went straight to class with the oversized hoodie on you, even tho it was hot as fuck.

after first period, you went to second period. not even bothering to check up on your girlfriend. you were just not in the mood to talk to anyone today. you just wanted peace, and alone time with yourself.

not until second period started, you realized that you and anika were seatmates. you and anika are bestfriends, she worries about you alot.

you sat down to anika, avoiding eye contact with her. “hey y/n, why are you avoiding us?” anika asked, but you didn't answer. anika wasn't really comfortable with your silence, since you were always loud and energetic.

she kept asking you questions but you didn't answer once. second period ended and it was third, you continued to third period with talking to any of your friends or even anyone.

after third, it was lunch break. you didn't have the appetite to eat. so you skipped it, and hid at the rooftop, listening to music peacefully and doing your work.

“y/n didn't talk to me in 2nd period, I don't know why tho, I think something's off about her.” tara looked at anika, “you should go check up on your girlfriend, tar.” liv suggested, but even tara didn't know where you were.

“ill go check up on her at the end of classes.” mindy really thinks tara is a bad girlfriend.

more timeskip

it was time to go home. you didn't go home yet, you were at the rooftop, smoking. it was peaceful, and calming for you. no disturbance.

not until you heard the door open, you put out your cigarette as fast as you can. you saw tara, looking worried sick at you. “y/n, are you okay? you didn't talk to us for the whole day, tell me everything, I'm willing to listen y/n.”

she says, pulling the sleeves of yours “and why are you wearing a jacket it's so—" you quickly took your arm away from her. she saw what she saw, bruises, blood streaming down your arms.

she was in disbelief, “im so sorry tara, i didn't mean to freak you out. I know I'm a bad girlfriend, you can leave me because of my weirdness and my bruises and scars—" she hugged you tightly, “im not gonna leave you y/n. I love you, and that's what matters. can you tell me what happened? it's okay if you're not comfortable.”

you sighed. you needed to tell her the truth, to gain trust. and you did, she was in pure disbelief and shock. she comforted you, and made you more safer.

“i think i should go home, my dad will be mad at me.” you said, but tara didn't let you go. “stay with me for a few days, ill get you help.” those words from tara, was enough to make you tear up.

“dont cry now, baby. stay with me, you'll be more safer.” you didn't care anymore, you wanted to be free with tara.

once tara and you arrived at her house, you were greeted by sam. death staring you, “hey tara, who've you got there?” sam asked, “this is my girlfriend ive been telling you about.” you blushed at her words, she's been talking about you?

“by the way y/n, can you go upstairs. you know my room already.” tara said, she didn't tell sam that you've been sneaking inside their household. “why is there red stuff on her sleeves?” sam was curious. tara explained the whole situation to her.

sam felt bad for you, the two carpenter's will be doing their best getting you help.

after a conversation with sam, tara went up to her room. she saw you, laying down peacefully. “hey let's get you cleaned up, okay?” you nodded, and got up from the bed.

she guides you to her bathroom and sat you down on the sink, she took your hoodie off, and saw all the bruises you had. bruises everywhere, “more bruises down on your legs?” you nodded.

“can i take them off?” she asks for your permission, “go ahead.” she takes of your pants, slowly and lightly. she was shocked with all the bruises that you dad gaved.

“thats alot. let's start with your wrists.” she wiped off all the blood, until there was no more flowing. and rolls the comforting bandage around your arms.

working one by one on the bruises, she stayed up just to get you cleaned.

at the end of the day, it was the two of you lying in bed. “i love you so much, tara.” you said, burying your face onto her neck.

“i always love you more, my love. soon your dad will be in prison.” she reassure's you, and before going to sleep, she kissed you forehead lightly, and kissed you lips passionately.

“tara, what if attempted suicide one day?” you said, out of the blue. it was a suprise, “of course my life will be empty. i cannot live without you. i love you more than everything, if you have a problem, come talk to me okay?” you smiled at her.

she was tired already, “im going to sleep na. im so tired, mahal.”

“goodnight my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend! i love you.”

“goodnight tara, i love you too. sweet dreams.”

“thank you for taking care of me.” you mumbled, “your welcome.

a/n; this is shit

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 3/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1303

A/N: This is part 3 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

When the next morning came, you were rudely woken up by Butcher plopping down on the couch next to you.

“Well, how are you feeling?”. He hit your bare thigh a little too hard. “Glad to see you’re still alive". You couldn't tell whether he was serious or sarcastic.

“Uh-huh”, you replied, rubbing your eyes as you slowly sat up. “I really need my own damn room again", you grumbled.

When Annie called out to you from the kitchen, asking what happened between you and Soldier Boy, the memories of last night came flooding back to you. You no longer knew what disgusted and bothered you more. Ben's actions or what you did afterward. Your cheeks immediately blushed.

You only woke up from your trance when Annie waved her hand in front of your face. Blinking a few times and looking around, you saw Hughie, Frenchie and Annie standing in front of you questioningly, while Butcher gave you a doubtful look.

"What happened? Soldier Boy always left you alone, or rather, protected you?”, Hughie raised his hand, completely astonished. Your gaze slid to your bandaged wrist. “I… I don’t know… Ugh, I feel sick”, your voice cracked, before you stood up and fled to the bathroom.

"What the hell happened yesterday?", Annie turned to Butcher.

“Don’t look at me! I have no idea what Barbie did. In any case, Soldier Boy was beyond pissed. I'm surprised the house and especially (y/n) is still standing", Butcher shrugged before patting on his legs and getting up to grab a coffee.

As you got to the bathroom, you were so deep in thought that you didn't notice Ben getting out of the shower. The words caught in your throat as your eyes found him. You wanted to tell him that you didn't know he was in here. But instead of saying something or at least leaving the room, you stood rooted to the spot.

“Do you fucking mind?!”, he hissed, roughly shoving you to the side. Without shame and only a towel around his waist, Ben reached for his razor and began tracing the contours of his beard. He could see your helpless look in the mirror, but didn't say anything at first, even though he clearly felt his heart swell at the sight of you. To be honest, he didn't know what to say either. Instead, there was an uncomfortable silence in the bathroom. You could have cut off the air, it was so thick. Again he was torn by his emotions.

After a few seconds that felt like minutes, Ben dropped his razor with a clatter into the sink and turned to you. "Look, dollface. If you don't want to sit naked with your legs spread on this fucking sink, I'd really appreciate you get your little ass out of here and leave me the fuck alone before I make you do it". His Voice was deep and loud enough, to finally wake you up. His anger and his wounded pride won out and pushed everything else aside.

It took you a moment to remember who you actually were. Of course you had a healthy respect for Soldier Boy. After all you weren't an idiot. But you weren't afraid. You knew he wouldn't kill you, because you knew how he felt about you. Well, after last night more than ever.

“Asshole”, you hissed, pushing past him towards the door.

“Don’t you fucking forget your fucking attitude”, Ben called after you, pushing the door shut.

Before anyone could say anything, you raised your hand, took the cup of coffee from Butcher's hand and sat down at the dining table where Frenchie and Annie had already set breakfast. Hughie struggled with himself for a moment before opening his mouth to say something. You, on the other hand, quickly interrupted him. “Don’t fucking start. I don’t want to talk about it”, you grumbled, pulling your legs up on the chair and examining the cup in your hand before sinking back into your thoughts.

On any other day, Butcher would have complained about his coffee, but when he saw that you weren't really yourself at the moment, he just hissed "bitch" and grabbed another cup.

Less than 10 minutes later everyone was already sitting at the table and eating. Just as Butcher was about to bring up today's mission, Ben entered the room and everyone fell silent. As they waited to see what would happen, everyone looked between you and him.

"What?!", Ben hissed annoyed and sat down on the chair next to you, his usual seat.

Nobody answered him. Instead, Annie just mouthed a toneless “alrigth”, raised her eyebrows and turned back to Butcher.

"So, what's the plan?", She took a sip of her tea.

It wasn't until Ben reached across your plate for a donut that you became aware of his presence. Even though it wasn't easy for you, you did your best to ignore him as good as possible.

As Butcher announced what was planned for today, Ben gave him the same attention as always. Enough to accommodate what matters most to him. Not too much and not too little. He rather gave you his free attention, constantly looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“And don’t forget. Even if we want to, we can't kill anyone", Butcher looked at Ben.

“Don’t fucking look at me. I won't do anything. I'm just trying to make sure your incompetent asses don't get kicked", he said while he stuffed the second donut into his mouth.

"(y/n), you're still on a team with Soldier Boy", Butcher said firmly, even if his look seemed a little worried.

“Sure”, you muttered to yourself.

“I can’t wait to see you in that tight dress”, Ben shamelessly winked at you, making you roll your eyes. “I bet,” you grimaced. He always managed to exceed your expectations. How could he carry on like nothing happened. After last night? Was he really such an Asshole?

“Alright, girls”, Butcher stood in front of your apartment two hours later. “While (y/n) is, well… seducing that fish-fucking-bastard, this fucker here is keeping an eye on the two of them”, he placed his hand on Ben’s shoulder, who immediately shook it off. "MM, Frenchie and Annie are taking care of A-Train and Hughie and I will keep an eye out for Homelander. We only have this one chance. Don't screw it up!".

The car ride felt like an eternity. Usually, hand on heart, you had the best conversations with Ben. Even if he wasn't the best driver and you were constantly worried about getting killed in a car accident, you always had a great time talking to him. After driving through the middle of nowhere for a while, Ben finally broke the silence. “I won’t fucking touch you again. Calm the fuck down", he grumbled. You looked over at him cautiously. It was probably your racing heart again that gave you away. Or the fact that you held your buttoned-up coat to you like a second skin through your folded arms. “I'm a lot, but not a fucking rapist”, he met your gaze for a second before looking back at the road and gripping the steering wheel tighter with his left hand.

The, in your opinion, bad side of you, wanted to say so much more. Do much more. This side of you wanted to pounce on him and feel what the moaning women in his room were feeling.

However, your rational side remained in control, so you simply answered, “Good”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 4

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[ronearoundblindly]

Ari- Baby is sick for the first time

Ari Levinson x best friend!reader (now fiancé)

New Parent Panic, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

Warnings for protective!Ari, Ari not communicating, you doing the same, and then everyone gets their shit together and it's fluff. WC 2k *Off in the distance an ol' timey man pops up: "An argument, you say? You wrote an argument?? How different from your usual!!" Ha-ha. Yeah. We get it. Ro's the same hoe as last year... **I am not a mother. I know what would reasonably be categorized as zilch about babies. I have, however, seen this overwhelmed and guilty behavior from several of my peeps as they raise their youngins, so that's good enough for me. You're doing fine. I promise.

Sure, there was the rather severe diaper rash incident, and the time when nursing her turned your nipples into raw portals for a newly-discovered circle of hell, but nothing could have prepared you for this day.

Rachel was...meh this morning when Ari left for work. A little whiny, not sleeping well, but she's an infant; that's not new. Overall, she's actually been a very straight-forward baby.

And then you don't know what happened.

You napped very hard until noon (after only a moderately successful feeding) and by then Rach had a fever.

You called the nurses' hotline. You gave her the dose of baby meds. You're trying to keep her hydrated, at least, if she can't be happy right now. You just have to stay vigilant and wait it out.

But that's not easy.

She's crying and won't sleep, she'll barely eat, and you don't have a separate car. You only want to call Ari if it's to say "we need to take her to a doctor." You're not there yet.

So you do the shittiest feeling thing you can think of, the most painful thing, and you wait.

You don't sleep. You barely eat. You take Rachel's temperature like you are monitoring the possible meltdown of a nuclear reactor. One wiggle of a degree in the wrong direction, and that Bat Signal is going on.

I can do this, you tell yourself. I've wanted to be a mom for a long time, so I can do this.

Except you don't sleep and barely eat.

Ari arrives home precisely when he said he would, the exact number of minutes (after work shuts down for the day) that it takes to drive to the house, predictable, dependable, and utterly useless when he opens the door and asks "why is she crying?"

"Because she hates me," you blubber, holding her to your chest, arms cramped from cradling her for so many hours at this point.

"She need meds?"

Of course, I gave her the fucking meds.

"Hungry?"

No, asshole, I purposefully starved your fucking child for my own amusement.

"Calm down," Ari snips back. "I'm just trying to help."

Well then fucking help me!

By now, you likely look as if you're in a war zone: disheveled, manic, and possibly--definitely--hostile.

"Okay, okay, let me just take a piss and then I'll hold her."

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you want. Whatever you need." You turn your back to him before grumbling, "not like I haven't had to hold it all afternoon..."

Ari's still-booted feet land heavily beside you again. "Then I'll take her now," he grits through clenched teeth, "and you can use the bathroom."

"No. I already have her."

"Fine. I'll be right back."

"Take your time."

The way you lace the words with a sickly sweet melody has Ari spinning on a heel and staring at you through his long eyelashes, a tick in his jaw stopping him from saying something he might regret.

"Kid," he finally sighs, "just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

He runs a hand over his beard while he waits for your answer. A few seconds later, his hip juts out, arms akimbo, and he bites his bottom lip expectantly.

You just walk off toward your phone on the kitchen counter and call the nurse hotline back.

"I swear, woman," he mutters as you leave, but you're glad he can't hear you sniffle back a sob.

It should be reassuring that the nurse has no new advice for what to do. You're doing everything correctly. You're doing all you can. Don't worry. Keep checking her temp and giving her whatever fluids she'll take. That's all for now.

It doesn't feel like enough. It doesn't feel like all a mother can do.

Ari? Ari waltzes up to the fridge and cracks himself open a beer.

You don't even have words, only flaming hot vibes that will melt his face like a Spielberg movie--you have got to stop watching movie marathons during late-night breast-feeding--if you stare hard enough at his casual blue gaze.

"So," he begins, "you figure out what I gotta do?"

What had been steady whimpering from Rachel has amplified into wails that bring tears to both hers and your eyes.

They just fall down your cheeks, and you wipe them from your chin before they can fall onto your screaming child.

Ari's judging frown makes your stomach turn while he steps closer, bends at the knees, and takes his little girl in hand.

Less than a minute later, Rachel stops, and you just cannot fucking handle it. The only quiet moment you've had in six and a half hours he gets to enjoy moments after coming home.

That's not fair. Cure fucking cancer already, Levinson, and save us the goddamn grief!

The tears and the tired are choking you.

Ari tells you to go freshen up in the bathroom, but that is the most horribly wrong way to say anything to you, ever, in a moment like this.

You stomp out the front door, rip open the sliding back door of the SUV, and crawl onto the cab floor. Once the latch clicks behind you, face buried in the blanket kept on Rachel's car seat, you scream.

You whimper and you cry and you get your fucking time to be angry at all your feelings today because it's bullshit.

You didn't take your own temperature. You didn't get rest and drink plenty of fluids. You didn't take any medicine. All you keep going over in your mind is whether or not you were sick first. Did you have something you gave to your daughter? Is this your fault?

So the tears and the choking continue for...as long as they take.

You don't know how much time has passed before the car door is yanked open again. Thank the stars you are facing away. You can't look at Ari right now.

"Is she okay?" you ask with a watery voice.

His big, warm hand rubs across your back, making you sink further into the upholstery.

"Took a few ounces of a bottle and went down in her bunk."

Ari likes to call Rachel a part of his 'squad,' so he talks to your infant daughter like they're going on 'missions' to the store or getting a bottle from the 'mess.' Your bedroom has thus become the 'barracks.'

Sometimes, he holds her sitting up against his chest and uses her feet to 'march' the pair of them across the house.

Left. Left. Left right left.

And almost always, there's a giggle, too.

"Up you go, kid," Ari huffs, maneuvering you into his arms.

"No," you whine, so tired you can't tell what it is you don't want.

He just keeps saying, "I know. I know," until he's carried you inside.

Instead of taking you to the couch or the bed, Ari sits you both down in the front hall, balancing you on his lap while he loosens his boot laces and finally kicks the sturdy shoes off, placing them on the mat a couple feet away.

He presses his lips to your temple, rough beard gently scrubbing over your eyelid and cheek.

"How many times I gotta tell ya to call me?" he whispers. He doesn't expect to have this same argument again, not like this, but his point still stands. "You know, you're warm, too."

If it's another question, you don't answer that either. You change the subject.

"Did you take her temp?"

He nods, and the number he tells you is the same as it was thirty minutes ago, or rather, thirty minutes before he came home.

Ari squeezes you tighter. "You want to get into bed, and I'll bring your some juice and meds, huh? Meet you in there?"

"I'm a bad mom," you breathe.

"What?" He pulls away, smacking his head on the wall behind him. "What are you talking about?"

How are there more tears left in your body? You should be nothing but a shriveled husk at this rate.

"Bullshit," he practically seethes. "Don't you ever say that again."

"I shouldn't have--"

"Stop."

"--you were--"

"Stop it," he blurts, firm and serious.

"But I'm the one who wanted this, Ari!" Your most powerful voice only comes out as high whisper. "Me. I wanted kids. This whole time. I bitched about how Joanna's done, and I thought I could just--" you swing an arm out dramatically "--and I suck at it. Rach even likes you better!"

"No, kid. She was exhausted. I only got here at the right time."

"It's 'cause your comfy and you smell good--"

"--not sure about that--"

"--and she loves you," you bemoan.

Ari snorts out a laugh.

"She loves you, too. You're her mom." He tucks you in closer, soothing you with petting hands wherever he can reach. "I love you. So much. So, so much."

He finds your hand and the sapphire ring he put on it, spinning it gently on your finger. He hasn't gotten to make good on his promise. Planning a wedding, even a small one, with a newborn is almost impossible, but that seems to be part of the problem.

Anything to do with you or you two feels selfish when there's three. Guilt grips you when you stop to daydream about your big day because it's not about Rachel. She's the most important thing. She will trump you forever as the single most--

"Can I tell you a secret?" Ari's timbre rattles close to your ear. "You're my favorite."

You slump into his chest until your forehead braces his throat.

"Almost not fair, really," he drawls. "You've got a decade of brownie points, and she's managed to make me buy more pads for her than I've had to for y--"

You pinch at his side harshly, biting back a smile, the salt from dried tears on your lips flooding your mouth.

"Oh! And you can control your bladder for a whole day, which is downright impressive wh--hey now--" Ari scuttles on the floor to evade your attack on his ribs. "I'm just...being...honest," he chuckles.

"You're a jerk is what you are, old man."

He easily grabs both your arms and pins them together in front of him.

"Yeah, but I'm your jerk. Your old man, kid. I'm yours, okay? You are not alone here. You don't have to know how to do everything by yourself." He lowers his voice as well as his face to yours. "And you mean just as much to me as that little girl in there. You hear me?"

There's a different lump of emotion lodged deep in your chest. You only nod because you can't speak.

He makes your foreheads meet.

"Please be okay. I could never do this without you. Any of it..."

That's when you realize what bothers you so much: Ari should need you to raise Rachel, but you never truly acknowledged you might need him to raise her, too.

This enormous weight of clutching every thread of life in your own two hands isn't real. You can share. You are meant to share your life with Ari. Ari is meant to share his life with you. Rachel shares life with you both, as she is meant to share with everyone around her. It's a lesson she has the opportunity to learn a lot younger than you, apparently.

He gets you to drink a whole bottle of water. He brings you some food and medicine while he handles some laundry and cleans out the day's bottles. He leads you with both hands to the bathroom, finally, and then gets you settled in bed.

As you fall asleep, you watch Ari take Rach's temperature again.

He lets out a silent cheer and holds his hand over her.

"High five?" he whispers. "No? It's fine. We'll work on that."

The last thing you see is Ari playfully lifting her from the basinet, sneaking out to the living room to enjoy a movie marathon, just for a little bit, snuggling together while he winds down for the night.

All that matters is she's safe and happy.

That, and of course, waking up in Ari's arms, listening to his slow breathing and Rachel's faster, baby huffs. You can handle anything because you made it through today and you have them.

[Ari's POV for this day]

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[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Baby are you drooling? (hanjisung)

Maybe if you looked away just in time he wouldn't notice. If you turned away with a quick snap of your neck he wouldn't realise you were ogling him like some maniac, nevermind the sound of your neck snapping from the fast movement. "Baby are you drooling?". Shit.

Jisung comes up to you with wide eyes and a not so much as a satisfied smirk but a genuinely surprised smile at your flustered expression and actual saliva droplets pooling at the sides of your mouth and beneath your bottom lip. You had seen him topless countless times, not even just in a sexual context too, it was just that your boyfriend would randomly walk around his apartment or yours with his shirt off just because.

This time was no different. He had just walked out of the shower and walked in your room, an off white colored towel wrapped tightly around his waist and another one he was using to dry his hair as he caught you staring at him in a slight trance. He was just so good looking you couldn't help it, no matter how many times you'd see him shirtless it hit you every time like the first one: abs. For days. An immaculate, perfectly toned, round, firm and sculpted broad chest. Abs. Biceps and triceps and fucking everything - ceps. Abs. Truly, you loved everything and anything about him and still couldn't quite grasp just how on earth you managed to pull someone like him, whose body proportions were absolutely perfect. It almost made you envious, what a perfect body he had.

"Are you still there? Earth to y/n? Baby? Babe? Hellooo?". Jisung quickly snaps his fingers in your face, trying to shake you from your trance like state, succeeding after a few tries, "yah! Sorry!! I'm sorry! I was kinda mesmerized there for a second!", you admit abashed, pointing vaguely to his torso and he chuckles, leaning in to peck your lips, "you are so cute", he breathes out, his voice a little raspy before he kisses you once or twice, "you're also pretty good at making me flustered, usually. I'm glad I could finally beat you to that", he adds then, chuckling at your still dazed state, "you know what you could also beat me to? A nice work out session".

Jisung stops rubbing the towel in his hair at that and looks at you half stunned half suspiciously for you never once mentioned ever doing any physical excersice ever since you started dating, "a work out session?" he repeats uncertain, hair falling in his face, eyebrows knitting in that confused cartoon like expression, "yeah! Or multiple ones! Maybe I should just come along with you and Channie and Binnie whenever you guys go to the gym, I mean if that's alright with you, I wouldn't want to impose",you offer, shrugging, and Jisung just nods at that, a still unsure expression plastered all over his face.

"Sure, you are welcome to come anytime you want and I can even ask Changbin hyung to come up with a structured work out plan for you if you'd like but … May I just ask why? Why do you suddenly want to start exercising? Have you been feeling unwell? Have you been feeling sick more frequently? I honestly don't even remember the last time you caught a cold", he asks all at once, making you giggle and shake your head no, "I'm fine! I'm absolutely fine. I just want to have nice abs like you, that's all! I'm okay with my weight I guess, I just wish I didn't have all these rolls", you admit frowning, pulling up your shirt to reveal the soft skin rolls barely overlapping on your tummy, poking at them with a disgusted look on your face.

At least until your boyfriend squats your hands away and falls on his knees right in front of you, grasping your sides very firmly, peppering kisses all over your tummy, "don't you dare do anything to my little pouch! This is mine, my pillow, my softest comfiest head rest, my belly to put babies in, my treasure!!", he exclaims dramatically, holding on to you so tight when you actually burst into laughs you can barely move from his grip and the shakes reverberate through his arms too.

"Hahaha babe, it's okay I just want to be healthier", you try and reassure both him and yourself, seeing how much of a reaction you elicited in him, "but you are healthy! You're so healthy! You have more stamina than I do most days and you always go on walks and never fall ill to anything, you're so so healthy!", he insists, looking at you with the biggest eyes, still not letting go of you, "then why do I have all this excess skin, mmh? Why do I have to physically tuck my belly in whenever I wear high waisted jeans, why do I look like I have a balloon underneath my shirt after every meal? I'm not sure I'm that healthy".

You frown once again, stubbornly poking at your belly button until Jisung removes your fingers from there and clasps them tightly in his hands: "you are healthy. Period. I might not had the chance to go to regular school when I was younger but I did graduate! I know organs need space! That is NOT excess skin that is a very normal amount of skin protecting your stomach and your intestines and allowing them to sit comfortably in there! You get bloated after you eat cause you mostly eat at work in very short breaks and don't have enough time to fully recover and digest! My brother's girlfriend went trough the same, the minute she started working from home and drinking more water and go on little walks shortly after her meals her tummy stopped bloating! Worked like magic".

As soon as he stops talking you do actually realise he might just be right: you do indeed always eat rather quickly at work, inhaling your food along with so much air while never leaving your desk, busying yourself with work even when you're supposed to take a breather and enjoy your break. You never really paid that much attention to it before, you only started noticing your inflated tummy and the way it made you feel insecure in your tighter clothes.

"Okay. You're right, you're actually very right about that. But.. I would like to have a little contouring here, just cause it looks so nice on you and maybe I can try and work out a little during my lunch break so I can train myself in taking better care of myself and do something other than work while I eat, and maybe also help my digestion along the way. I could like eat something lighter before work, have a little upper body session in the break room and then eat my lunch calmly, AWAY from my computer".

Jisung smiles so broadly at you and pecks your lips over and over, "that's my reasonable baby! If you still want to come along to the gym to learn a few new techniques, you absolutely can! Though I will ask you to work out away from me, you can enjoy your session with Chan and Changbin hyung", he adds, finally letting go of your fingers only for his hands to now roam free underneath your shirt that has hiked up your sides and your belly button, "why? Why can't I work out with you? Or even next to you?", you ask, and now it's you being the really confused one, "because", Jisung kisses your lips quite passionately, gently grazing them with his teeth, "I already know I won't be able to do shit with you around", he mumbles lowly, his mouth finding the sweet spot just beneath your ribcage. 

#hanjisung #bang chan #changbin #hyunjin #jeongin #lee felix #lee know #lee minho #seungmin #stray kids #Straykids #Stray kids x reader #Skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids preferences #stray kids blurbs #han jisung #Stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz smut

[stevesbipanic]

soulmate au where you can hear what song your soulmate has stuck in their head. Steve gets confused as to why he always hears heavy metal, because he always thought he'd fall for a girl who listens to cheesy romantic pop music, and Ed gets frustrated from all the Top 40 songs constantly playing in his head

Since my last soulmate AU was sad I should do another fluffy one so Ty for the prompt.

Eddie doesn't really remember a time a song wasn't playing in his head. He assumes there was probably a time when he was little bit his memories of childhood are fuzzy at best anyway. However, no matter how loud he plays his metal songs, the poppy top 40s songs of his soulmate will often drown them out. It almost drives him insane, until one day all the songs stop.

In the cold winter of 1983, Eddie Munson wakes up one day with no song in his head. This wasn't completely unusual, his soulmate was often an early riser but the holidays were coming up so people slept in more. What was strange however, was there was no song, all day. No song the next day and no song for weeks. Eddie knew something very bad had happened to his soulmate and he didn't know what to do.

Steve will often tell people he does bad at school because his soulmate plays the loudest music. When Steve was a kid the songs would only be now and then but since Steve was nine there was always some loud metal music rattling around his brain. Steve would spend years looking for some cool metal chic, but all the girls he met liked cute pop songs.

Steve was suspicious that Nancy was a secret metalhead when he fell head first in love with her. She wasn't, he wasn't surprised she always had indie music playing in her head. After he faced the Demogorgan, Steve didn't feel like listening to the radio, the staticky sound put him on edge, he sat in his room, all the lights off so they wouldn't flicker, and held his nail bat tightly. He would listen all day for the sound of danger, the only noise he heard was his soulmate. When his parents returned a few weeks later he had to go back to normal.

When Eddie woke up to some dumb song he heard on the radio once, he almost cried. His soulmate was ok.

In 1984, Eddie's soulmate had another blip, Eddie held his breathe, but the songs would return and his soulmate was ok.

In 1985, Eddie's soulmate had the dumbest songs in his head. Weeks after the fire Eddie would figure out he heard the same songs playing in the mall. He was glad he could still here them, his soulmate was still ok.

In 1986, Eddie felt bad for his soulmate. He'd been practicing Master of Puppets for weeks as soon as it came out, his soulmate must be sick of it. When everything started happening, Eddie's soulmate was quiet, Eddie hoped he was ok, that he wasn't dead somewhere like Chrissy.

Eddie silently apologised to his soulmate as he played his favourite song once more, he hoped they would forgive him if said song saved the world. As Eddie laid bleeding out in Dustin's arms, he wished he could hear a dumb pop song one more time. Maybe his soulmate was waiting for home on the other side.

...

....

.....

Eddie blinked his eyes open, the lights were bright, wait, bright lights? Eddie looked around as his eyes came into focus, he was in a hospital, he was alive. That wasn't the only surprising thing, Steve Harrington was asleep in a chair next to his bed.

"Hey, pretty boy, wake up."

"E-Eddie? EDDIE! Fuck you're awake! You're ok!"

"Yeah, seems like it, I'm guessing I have you and the others to thank."

"Yeah, couldn't let my soulmate bleed out in that hellhole."

"Soulmate?"

"Dustin told me what song you played."

Steve flicked Eddie's arm.

"Um OW! I'm injured here Stevie have mercy."

"That's for making me listen to that song for weeks, Eds!"

"Well it saved the world didn't it?"

"Yeah I guess it did."

"Plus you made me listen to cheesy pop songs sweetheart so we're even. You um, I thought you were dead sometimes, there would be no songs for weeks, I thought Vecna had killed you when there was no songs again this time."

"Don't like listening to songs when all this shit is going down, distracts me. I don't think my head has ever been as quiet as on that drive it the hospital, don't do that again ok?"

"I promise, Stevie, gonna be stuck with my loud as fuck music for life."

"Sounds good to me, Eds."

Guess Eddie's soulmate was waiting for him on the other side after all.

#stranger things #soulmate au #steddie #steddie au #steddie soulmate au #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #st4 #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #ty for the prompt #ficlet #steddie ficlet

[levitiquee]

Hello. Could you do a Captain Levi x female cadet reader where Levi always seems cold and hostile towards her but then they have to go on a mission as just the two of them and the reader gets really sick and Levi has to take care of her and shows her a softer side? Thanks and I love your fics!

Hiii, so this is probably not what you expected and it's probably a little too long too, but uh, here's a little something 🙏

Cw: Sick!reader

"So, it's just me and you this time," You said brightly as you waited before Wall Maria for the gate to open that leads you outside.

"I'm glad you're finding it so enjoyable." Sarcasm evident in his tone, Levi was on his own horse, slightly ahead of you. The hood over his head hid most of his face in the shadow, but when he turned his head towards you, there were no mistaking of the narrowed gray eyes and furrowed brows.

That's the only version of Levi you've ever seen, pissed off and irritated.

"Just so you know," Levi spoke quietly. "I didn't choose you to be here. I'd prefer Eld over you for such tasks. It was Erwin who thought you'd be good for this."

With one last heated glare at you, he turned away. "So, try not to fuck up, brat."

"My pleasure as always, captain." You mumbled under your breath as the gate opened, the heavy sound of stone against stone drowning out your voice.

You tried to tell yourself that he's like that with everyone, but you always noticed how his scowl would noticably deepen everytime you were in his sight.

No, Levi Ackerman did not like you at all.

And he never tried to hide it either.

It didn't bother you anymore, his unkind words. It used to sting, when you first became his squad member. You just couldn't understand what possible reason he has to dislike you so much.

Sure you were a little careless, maybe a little too energetic, you laughed a little too loud, talked a little much. But you never thought yourself to be that irritable, specially when everyone else seemed to get along with you just fine. It's just him that seemed to have a problem with you.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't hurt the first time he snapped at you, for something so entirety silly you weren't even sure why he was so angry.

"Don't mind him," Petra had rubbed your back as you tried not to cry. "He's like that to everyone."

"You and I made the same mistake." You had muttered, while sniffling. "But he only scolded me."

But you got used to it, after all the years. You learnt that he doesn't mean half the shit he says. Sometimes, you even retort back, nothing too over the line, just a few easy dialogues to see him get pissed even more. It honestly became your entertainment at one point watching him storm out of the room infuriated.

Because if he torments you, you torment him back.

Oh, he'd give you the nastiest cleaning duties later for sure though.

As for the mission you were shouldered with, you were actually surprised when he told you. Because why on earth would he want you around for three days?

The goal was simple, to clear out a certain area for the next overnight expedition camp outs. It wasn't a rough job, that's why only two person was sent. The special operations squad had already scouted the area last week, so it was pretty much clear already. You've been on missions like this with him before, but never alone. Usually Eld or Petra tagged along. And even then it was a total nightmare with him chewing you out constantly and whenever he could.

But oh no.

Three whole days with him. Alone.

You could already feel the headache coming.

-

Levi clicked his tongue impatiently. His eyes kept glancing back to your tent. He'd been awake for hours, he had already eaten breakfast, repacked his own tent and fed the horses and yet there were no sign of you. The sun came up a while ago, the titans should be up and moving. And so should they.

If not for your dumbass probably sleeping in.

He pursed his lips. Unlikely.

You were always an early riser. There had never been a time where anyone had to wake you up, you were always the second to wake up right after he did.

Finally, he couldn't sit still any more. He walked towards your tent.

"Oi, you." He called out, making himself sound as irritated as possible to try to hide the tinge of worry underneathe. "You're planning to move after the sun sets or what?"

There wasn't your voice to answer. There wasn't even the slightest sound of anything to indicate you've heard him. Oddly quiet.

You were never quiet, he thought.

"Are you even in there?" He muttered. "Did a titan crawl inside or something?"

He waited a few more seconds. But the lack of response was making the air heavier.

"I'm coming in." He finally said after a while, bending towards the entrance. "If you're half naked in there, then that's not my fault."

You were in there alright.

You shifted, curling up tighter and pulling the cover on your face as the sunlight entered the space, the brightness sending an even more excruciating jolt of pain through your head then it already was. You heard footsteps trailing towards you until they stopped right beside you.

"Are you dead?" Levi's cold voice reached you, the sound was like a million pins stabbing your temple.

You sighed, turning around, peering one heavy eye from under the cover in response.

"Not dead." He muttered. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Not dead, but in the process of it." You mumbled quietly, your voice meek, timid and hoarse. "Good morning to you too, captain."

Levi frowned at how weak your voice sounded. It was barely audible. But he didn't say anything, only raised a brow inquiringly.

"Do you always barge into girl's rooms like that?" You said, slightly smiling at how he twisted his face.

"I called on you first. You didn't response." He answered, gritting his teeth.

"Yeah, sorry about that." You went back under the cover, the light was stinging your eyes. His staring wasn't helping either. "I'll be out in a while, captain. Give me 10 minutes."

"Are you sick?" He almost sounded worried, uncertainty lacing his tone.

"No." You shook your head. "Just a migraine. I get these a lot. I'll be okay in a while."

"You don't sound okay."

"But I will be. Don't worry, I can still use ODM. It's just a headache."

There was a silence. You could almost feel the heat of his gaze through the cover. You felt him shift besides you, he crouched down.

"Turn over."

You only pulled on the covers tighter. You felt his hand tap your arm.

"Turn over. Let me check if you have a fever."

"I don't." You shook your head. "I told you, it's just a headache."

"Turn over before I dump the water pallet on you.' He said firmly.

You cursed under your breath, but you did flip around, facing him. You lowered the covers so you could glare at him. He glowered back in response.

"Stop acting like a five year old. You're too old for this." He murmered, pressing the back of his head against your forehead. His eyes widened the moment he felt your temperature.

"Fuck, you're burning." He hissed, pulling his hand away.

"No way," You jolted as panic set in you. Anxiously, you pressed your own hand against your face. You can't get sick, not now.

"It's not hot." You frowned.

"Yeah, it doesn't work like that, you dumbfuck." His eyes scanned your face, your sunk eyes and chapped lips. "You even look like shit too. Did you sleep at all last night?"

"Nice." You grumbled. "You're so nice to me."

He ignored your sarcastic remarks. "How do you feel?"

"I can still go-"

"Hell no." He firmly cut you off before you could even finish your sentence.

"What? I can do it!"

"No."

"It's just surveying, captain. I promise I'll be fine."

"Don't make me repeat it."

"But you're going to have to do it alone then!" You protested. "I won't just stay in here." He stood up, brushing his clothes.

"I don't think I can go either." He said, frowning. "I can't leave you here like this." Your face fell.

"But the mission-"

"That can wait."

And then, without giving you a chance to say anything, he walked out.

But you realized too as the fever started kicking in, your blood running hot and head getting heavier. He was right, you can't go out like this.

-

It had been hours since, the sun was setting. Levi had been in and out, checking in every once in a while but also staying out. Whether that was to keep an eye out for titans or to stay away from your germs, you didn't know. As surprised as you were with Levi and this...not very hostile side of his, you felt guilt weighing you down.

Not only you did fuck up the mission—which he warned you not to—you have also become a burden. Specially, as you knew, Levi and his unwillingness to go anywhere near germs or sick or anything such. He never even went to the hospital unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Here."

You catched the little vial he tossed at you, turning it over in your hand. You were sitting up straight now, the cover draped over your shoulder.

"What's this?" You asked, curiously. The writing was too small and your eyes hurt too bad to focus.

"Meds. Nausea meds. Not sure how well it'd work for fevers but this'd have to do."

You nodded sheepishly, opening the vial and bringing it to your nose. You blanched when the smell hit you.

"Nausea meds?" You scrunched your nose. "This is triggering my nausea."

"Don't throw up here. I will smack you over the head, I swear." He warned you, reaching out a water container. "No one told you to smell it. Just swallow it down."

"That's what he said."

Levi was utterly scandalized. "Do you ever stop spouting shit?"

"No." You grinned as you downed the meds with a gulp of water. And you almost gagged, it was so disgusting.

"Serves you right." He muttered under his breath. "Tell me if you start feeling...shittier. I don't even know if this is any good."

"You don't have to do this." You blurted out after a pause.

"Do what?" He raised an eyebrow. His face was flat, as if merely bored by this whole outplay of events.

"..taking care of me?" You said. "You don't like germs. Additionally, you might get sick if you keep so close to me."

"Don't say shit. I'm tired of you enough." Was all he said before dropping on the ground, folding his knees.

You huffed frustratedly. "My point stands."

"Your point is ridiculous. I'm not leaving you here to die just because you're ego is too big to accept help."

"That is not-" You started defensively, but stopped when he glared at you. "Fine. But you should go. You don't have to stay here all day. Just because I can't do shit, doesn't mean you have to stay stuck with me as well."

"I'm not leaving you here alone." Was all he said before spreading his own covers in a corner and lying down, his back facing you.

-

If the first day was bad, the second day was worse. The headache was splitting your brain open, your eyes were bloodshot, derilious and hazy, and you could barely keep them open. You couldn't even speak when Levi tried talking to you, only ragged breaths and pants. Your eyeliashes fluttered wispily as you went in and out of consciousness. And your temperature was so, so hot, it was burning through Levi's skin.

And you shifted, flipping from side to side, and no matter what you did seemed to have given you any relief at all. Agonized cries and whimpers escaped you every once in a while, making Levi jolt. He'd see you, your face scrunched, lips pursed, tears rolling down the sides of your cheeks. He didn't even dare leave the room, watching you from a corner as dry coughs racked you, because what else could he do?

He didn't think you'd get this bad overnight.

Levi barely got any sleep, even less compared to what he usually gets. But he couldn't even focus on his own fatigue as he was too stressed about you. He checked your temperature every once in a while and it was as if it only got worse every second. Water compressions would help, but even the nearest water source was too far, and he wasn't sure if it'd be wise to leave you here. So, he had to depend on what he had and pray it wouldn't run out.

He was stuck here. With you. And your face ashened with every hour.

You needed medical attention, he knew. Instantly. But there was no way to get back to the walls, it was too far. You were in no condition to journey and his only hope was that either you'd get well by the next day or backup would be sent when they hadn't returned even after 3 days.

Just a fever, it was just a fever, he told himself.

You were not going to die.

But what if you die?

And he wasn't sure why he cared, but he shook the thoughts away like they were omens. As if not thinking about it could make you feel better.

And as if it already wasn't bad enough, then came the chill. It was the end of the fall and the temperature had started to lower. But for some reason, it became especially colder that day. At least, for you it was too much.

Levi didn't think that far, you ending up like this was not part of his plan. He didn't pack things accordingly. At the end of the day, he had to clear out his own bag to find whatever piece of fabric he could find to heap on you— uncaring of the cold himself—and yet your shudderings didn't lessen one bit.

As for you, you don't remember much. But you remembered the gray, gray eyes that seemed to be always there whenever you opened your own.

-

There was fog in your brain. Parasites crawling underneath your skin. A pounding in your head.

And pain. All of it hurt so much.

You craved heat.

It was so cold. So, so cold.

Where were you again?

A relieved sigh escaped you when you felt a touch of warmth on your forehead, your eyes fluttering open.

Furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

Captain?

"Captain?"

Levi flinched. The first sign of coherence you had shown in hours.

"Hey." Was all he said. Soft. Gentle.

He was sitting right beside your head, his palm pressed against your temple. You wondered if it was the fever haze. You have never heard him speak in that tone. He shifted to move his hand away from your head but your fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"Sorry." You mumbled. "Don't. That feels good."

His eyes widened fractionally, surprised. There was just the slightest hint of uneasiness in his expression but he didn't pull away. His fingers thread through your hair and you swear that lessened your headache by half.

How unusual it was to see him this way, you thought. For the first time in all you've known him, it appeared his face was twisted, not from irritation, but worry. The way he was looking at you, the way he talked, his fucking fingers in your hair.

"You're looking at me like I'm dying." You muttered, eyes falling shut.

"Well, you look half-dead. And you were practically dead the whole day." He pointed out.

You only gave a sheepish nod. "Bet being a nurse was the last thing on your mind when you set off."

"Yeah." He sighed. "Never imagined you'd end up like this."

"Me neither."

"You feeling better?" His voice was concerned, worried.

"Barely." You grimaced. "Better as in, I can assure you I won't die."

You pressed the back of your hand to stifle your coughs. They weren't so bad now as it had been the day before. He didn't say anything, but you felt his posture relax slightly.

"Captain?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry." You blurted out after a while. "I didn't mean to fuck up like this."

"I know." He said.

"Are you mad?"

"No."

"Do you think commander Erwin would be mad?"

"No."

"Oh."

You closed your eyes. Your lids felt heavy against your skin.

"...so what changed?"

"What?" There was surprise in his voice, confusion.

"You're being nice to me."

A pause. "You're sick. It's called common human decency."

You groggily shook your head. "But you hate sick." You stated.

"I do."

"And you hate me."

"I don't."

You stayed silent a while, going over his words. The fever haze was like a drunken stupor, and perhaps, that is why you said the words you did.

You sighed. "But it feels that way sometimes."

"Because I'm harsh with you?"

"You're not just harsh, you're cruel." You snorted. "You used to make me cry."

He paused. The next words were hesitant.

"I didn't think you cared. You always laughed it off." He said quietly, as if he wasn't quite sure of his own words.

"Yeah. Yeah I did." You nodded. "That doesn't mean it didn't sting."

Silence filled the space between you. You were too scared to look at him, scared of what you might see in those eyes. The same irritated scowl back again?

But no, instead his words were soft. Slow and clear.

"..I don't hate you."

You stayed silent, pondering over his words.

"No, I know." You finally said, hazily opening your eyes, he was looking down at you. His eyes weren't cold as you had feared…they were warm. The warmth touched you all the way from here. There was something else in your eyes that you couldn't quite place.

"You'd leave me to die if that was the case."

He didn't say anything.

You shook your head, you weren't really even talking to him at this point, almost as if you were talking to yourself. "You were always there." You whispered under your breath, watching him tense with every word. "I saw you. Your eyes. Wherever I go. And you always protected me. You'd yell at me later sure, but you always protected me."

Levi let out a tight breath, his jaw tightening.

"But you're always so cruel, sometimes I forget about the good parts of you." You sigh. "What about me makes you so angry, captain? What makes you so mean?"

Levi stared silently for a few seconds. He didn't know what to answer. How is he supposed to answer when he didn't even know the answer himself?

Why did you get under his skin so much?

He didn't necessarily hate you. You didn't even have to do anything and he'd still feel pissed at the sight of you. And he knew, you didn't deserve even half of how he made you feel, of the words he called you sometimes.

But why he did that, he didn't know.

From the moment, he set his eyes in you he knew. You were too overwhelming. Too much. Everything about you. You were never any less.

Talked too much. Joked too much. Laughed too much. Always. He never really quite understand how to handle you.

But he didn't hate you. You were never the problem.

Perhaps he merely hated how you made him feel.

He hated how he'd feel uneasy if you were out of his sight for too long. He hated how he felt when he saw you with someone else. He hated how his focus somehow always went back to you whenever you were in the room. And he hated how absolutely pathetic and helpless he felt when he watched you cry in agony just a few hours ago, knowing he can't do shit.

And maybe he really, really hated how his heart would beat a little too fast whenever you were near.

He could hardly breathe sometimes.

He didn't hate you.

He just didn't know what to do with the unusual things you made him feel.

.

"Rest."

Was all Levi said as he walked out, leaving you there.

@sad-darksoul @anxious-chick

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hey !! i absolutely adore your account. your writing is just amazing!!! i was wondering if you could do more leo valdez smuts!?

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this will have obligatory spanish pet names in it because i am cringe and proud k thanks also it's a flower shop/tattoo shop au because that's the best trope i don't make the rules

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There was a tap on my shop door.

"Knock knock, chica, where you at?"

I rolled my eyes but grinned. "In the back," I yelled back. "Gimme a sec."

The door opened and closed, the little bell dinging, and I stripped off my black gloves. "Okay, all done! How'd you like it?"

Nico nodded approvingly at his new tarot card tattoo - Death, of course. "Looks awesome, how much do I owe you?"

"£180, because you're my favourite." I winked at him as I led him out the room.

He shook his head. "You know that's not the right price." Nico took out an envelope of cash and slid it across the counter. "£200, plus tip, don't even think about it."

He caught me before I could protest, and made to leave. "Hey Valdez."

From the sofa, Leo grinned up at him. "Hey dude, whatcha get?"

Nico pulled up his shirt sleeve to show off his new tattoo. Leo nodded approvingly. "Looks sick, Will's gonna love it." Nico coloured slightly but gave a small smile, nodded and left.

I leaned forward on the counter. "So, Valdez, what brings you to my dark corner of the world?"

He brandished the small collection of blooms he held. "Thought I'd bring it a little bit of colour." Beelining to where I had a wilting bunch of flowers in a vase, Leo swapped them out. I leant on my hand and smiled- he was right, the studio could use a little colour now and then.

"Is today the day I get to ink you?" I tapped my fingers on the wooden surface, fingers buzzing slightly from the tattoo gun.

Leo grinned. "Oh, you wish you could make your mark on this." He gestured down to himself, and I allowed myself to rake my eyes over him. His loose grey shirt was faintly patterned with roses, and his jeans clung to his legs appealingly.

"You have no idea, honey." I winked at him and got the pleasure of seeing his tan skin tinge with red.

He coughed lightly. "I don't think I'd suit tattoos, anyway." He shrugged. "Probably not, anyway."

I slipped out from behind the counter to face him. "Oh, I don't know, I wouldn't say that." I considered him carefully, as an art piece rather than a person. "Tattoos are for everyone, as long as they get something they love."

Leo shifted slightly and I reached out for his arm. He let me take it. "See, I'd do a flowering vine-" I ran my fingers down his left forearm. "-along here, delicate but thick enough not to get lost in your skin."

"Oh yeah?"

I nodded, reaching up to his shoulder. "Perhaps your favourite flower, or a flower of significance, resting on your shoulder." Carefully, carefully coming to rest a finger on his chest. "A little something here, anything you'd like, just for you."

Leo had frozen, deep brown eyes fixed on my face. I took a step back, not missing where Leo swayed towards me just slightly.

"Of course, it's up to you." Just for the hell of it, I decided to push my luck. "I have a few other ideas of how I could mark you, should you be interested."

I heard him let out a shaky breath and push dark curls behind his ears. Silently, I prayed that I didn't push it too far and scare him off. The crush I'd been harbouring for the past two months squeezed my heart.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, god I hope I'm not wrong, but we're very much not talking about tattoos anymore, are we?"

I turned round to see Leo with his hands clenched by his side and his lip being worried between his teeth. Slowly, I shook my head.

"No, not tattoos. Or rather, the kind that would fade in a couple days and are made with my mouth against your neck."

"Oh thank fuck." Leo relaxed and reached out, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine.

Instantly my arms were wrapped around his neck and I was grinning like an idiot. For a brief moment I wondered if I had any more clients today but a quick glance at the clock told me it was past 6pm, closing time. Regretfully I pulled away from Leo and he pouted.

"What's wrong?"

I disentangled myself from his arms, racing to the door to lock it and turn the 'open' sign to 'closed' before returning to pull Leo's face down to mine. "Absolutely nothing, hermoso, nothing at all."

Leo let out a throaty groan and looped his fingers in my belt loops to pull me closer. "Woman, you are driving me insane." He kissed me hard, hips pressing againt mine and I felt heat flame in my stomach, looping and curling.

"Hey-" In between kisses, I tried to talk. "-I live-" Kiss. "-literally right upstairs-" Kiss. "-if you want to-" Kiss. "-take this further."

Leo pulled back this time, massive grin on his flushed face, already looking a mess. "Oh hell yeah, lead the way."

It took only moments to take his hand and lead him through my studio, up the stairs and into the flat I owned above my shop. I shut the door behind us and pinned Leo to it, fingers twisting and gently tugging at his hair. He whined and slipped his hands under my shirt, smoothing them along my stomach. "Do I get to see your tattoos?" He panted, eyes dark with want.

"Maybe, if you ask nicely." I winked at him. "But I believe I was going to give you a few."

"As many as you want, mi amor, whatever you want." Oh, this was going to be fun.

I pulled him away from the door and practically dragged him to my bedroom. I pointed to the pillows. "Sit."

He did it without question and I got a thrill of satisfaction. I crawled over to him, throwing a thigh over his lap and settling into his lap. Serious time for a moment. "If you want to stop at any point, let me know, okay?"

Leo nodded. "Same goes for you."

Cute. I pressed my lips to his gently, softly, a small thank you for being receptive. I shifted myself forward a little, until my hips were almost against his. My lips ghosted over his lips one last time before I swept along his jawline. I felt his hands hovering over my waist, my hips, my thighs, before I took his wrists and settled him on the tops of my thighs. "I'm not fragile, baby."

"Oh, I'm sure you're not, but if we keep going like this, I might be."

I rested my hands on his chest. "I'll try not to break you." Leaning in closer, I kissed just below his ear. "At least, not this time."

He whimpered, fingers digging into my flesh beneath my jeans.

I dragged my mouth along the planes of his neck, skin warm and heartbeat pounding beneath it. Finding his pulse point, I gave it a gentle suck, feeling Leo inhale sharply. "Good?"

He let out a shuddery breath. "Very good."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I nipped hard up and down his neck, leaving a trail of blossoming red in my wake. I bit purple roses and violets, tattooing the little moans and gasps from him into his skin. His collarbone was decorated with faint teeth marks, each one marked with the memory of a twist of his hips.

I pulled back briefly to tug at his button-down and he nodded emphatically, practically ripping it off so I could continue to kiss and bite and suck at his overheated skin.

"Hey," he breathed, tapping my thigh. "I made a questioning noise, still buried in his neck. "Hey, if you don't stop we're gonna have a problem that can only be solved with doing laundry and I don't think you have jeans my size."

"So what? I think that's sexy as fuck." I continued to work on the large brand I was sucking into his skin.

"My point still stands." He ran his hand up my back and into my hair, gently tugging to pull me away. I let a moan slip before I could catch it and Leo raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up," I poked at a hickey and he hissed. "You look like you got too enthusiastic with watercolour paints."

He rolled his eyes and before I could register the action, he flipped us round so he was hovering above me, elbows supporting him. "You've had your fun, reducing me to a whimpery mess, now it's my turn."

I bit my lip at the look in his eyes, suddenly feeling that I was wearing far too many clothes.

Waiting for any indication that he should stop, Leo dragged my shirt over my head as best he could, leaving me in a bra and my jeans. He caught his breath as he saw my tattoos. I was covered in them, an art gallery of my favourite things done by some of my favourite people. Reverently, he traced a finger over the lines and I shivered, goosebumps mottling my skin.

"Holy shit, you're gorgeous."

I gave a breathy laugh. "What, only just noticed?"

Leo shook his head, deadly serious. "No, you're always gorgeous, this is just... a new part of the gorgeous that I've never seen before."

My cheeks felt hot and I wriggled under him at the compliments. "You gonna do something about it, or?"

His eyes flicked up to mine. "What, you don't think I'd fuck you into next week if I had the chance?"

I didn't have a chance to formulate a retort. He deftly undid the fastening on my jeans and dipped his hand into them. I arched my back at the contact and Leo swore. "God, you're soaked, hermosa, glad to see I'm not the only one on the edge."

My hand made weak contact with his arm and he laughed. "Very much not a bad thing, very much a 'sexy as fuck' thing."

"Just fuckin' touch me, Valdez."

"As you wish."

He slipped a finger inside my pussy, and my eyes rolled back. Marking him up may have affected me more than I let on. "M-more, Leo, I need more."

Obediently, he added another finger, and another, curling all three so deliciously inside me. My hands were clutching at his shoulders, at the pillows, the bedspread, I was sure I looked a mess but Leo looked at me like I'd hung the stars in the damn sky.

"So fucking pretty, so beautiful, I'm gonna take you out on a proper date tomorrow, I swear." He muttered promises and affections and it was all I could do to not come right there, impaled on his fingers and whining desperately.

When his hand pulled away I nearly sobbed before he was kissing my face, murmuring reassurances. "I know, I know, but I gotta get your jeans and panties off, okay? You want me to fuck you, right?"

That gave me a little clarity, and I allowed him to tug off the rough demin both from me and from him. I threw myself to the side, rummaging around in my bedside table before triumphantly producing a foil packet.

Leo accepted the gift and I got to see him slip on the condom and bite his lip to not come from the contact.

"Leo." He looked up at me, curls a mess, lips slightly swollen.

"Fuck me into next week."

He pounced on me, hands grasping at my hips to pull me flush against him. The pads of his fingers tightened and I allowed myself a moment to imagine the bruises they would leave after this.

He guided his cock in between my thighs, pausing right at the entrance. "You all good?"

I smiled. "So very good."

He pushed into me with one swift motion and I cried out, feeling so full and so good. Leo pounded into me, looking as desperate as I felt. He buried his face into my neck. "Okay, super lame but I am not gonna last long."

"Super not lame." My voice sounded wrecked. "Super fucking hot that I got you that worked up. You are super welcome to come whenever you want."

I felt him smile against my skin. "You first."

His hand reached down in a feat of strength with how hard he was thrusting into me, and he began pushing circles into my clit. My head tilted back and Leo pressed sharp kisses into the exposed flesh.

The sensations were too much and would never ever be enough and I tilted my hips just right so he was hitting just right inside me and the thin line keeping me tethered snapped.

My nails dug into his shoulders and I came hard, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and excitement and with just enough clarity I felt Leo's hips stutter as my pussy clamped down on his dick as I came. His swearing was muffled into my skin but he pushed into me as much as he could, coming with almost a shout.

There was a moment of quiet, the two of us remembering how to breathe and enjoying the feeling of being connected. It was with simultaneous groans that Leo pulled out of me, flopping to my side and pressing absent kisses to my shoulder.

"Well," he breathed. "How do my new tattoos looks?"

I ran my fingers over my masterpiece. "I'd say they look pretty good, if I do say so myself."

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Linger On- Chapter 5

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Summary: 10 years ago Joel Miller broke your heart. You spent the next decade trying to forget him and making a new life for yourself in Chicago. When your father gets sick, you move back to Austin to care for him, husband and son in tow. You find your life once again entangled with Joel's.

Word Count: 7.5k (this chapter really got away from me)

Rating: E

Warnings: oh boy buckle up babies. Violence, descriptions of blood, threats of sexual violence, allusions to sexual violence, oral sex f!receiving. Unprotected PIV sex, creampie, angst and pining, feral!Joel, protective!Joel, Joel Miller is a CONSENT KING

Immersability: reader is able-bodied. can have/has had a child.

Author’s Notes: recommended listening for this chapter. "The Night We Met" -Lord Huron and "Pale Blue Eyes"- The Velvet Underground

this chapter is A LOT! We find out how Joel and Sweets meet. Very cute but also kind of a rough read. Please let me know if I forgot any warnings!

Also if you enjoy this chapter please reblog! Feel free to comment or send an ask! I love hearing feedback!

The feral!Joel in this chapter is dedicated to @justagalwhowrites. She writes the best feral!Joel and I hope I've done her proud!

EDIT: I did not proofread or edit this chapter at all so I'm probably gonna come back to this in the next few days and tweak it a bit. The formatting is awful and I found a few mistakes.

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Summer 1999

Joel isn’t quite sure what to do with himself. You said you didn’t want to lose him again but that being near him hurts you. Hurting you again is the last thing he ever wants to do. He said he would let you come to him but waiting to see if you do is gonna be agony. He’s glad he told you though. You needed to hear it and he needed to say it. He was sure you were going to tell him to fuck off and he’d never see you again, so he had to get it out. He feels something that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Hope. The life he was supposed to have had all along suddenly seemed like it was within reach. He’s waited ten goddamn years, he can wait a little longer for you to come around. He knows with his whole being that you will. He still knows you better than you know yourself. 

Fuck! A thought just occurs to Joel. Now that he has told you how he feels and you gave him that crumb of hope, he needs to speak to Val. He needs to tell her that you are back in town, in his life. He isn’t sure what her reaction will be but he respects his wife enough to be honest with her. That’s how they made it work all these years, trust and honesty. Joel has never given her a reason to doubt him and he wasn’t about to start now. But he won’t let this opportunity pass him by. Joel knows that his life is about to turn down another path, again. He needs to be delicate from here on out how he handles things. There are people depending on him. That he can’t afford to lose. He can feel the importance of this moment, of getting it right. 

People don’t always recognize in the moment that something important is happening to them, but Joel did. He knew the night he met you that his life wouldn’t be the same as it was when he had left the house an hour earlier. He could sense that it was forever changed, that he was changed. 

February 1989

Joel had a hell of a day and he was glad it was over. He kicks off his boots at the door and goes straight to the fridge for a beer. A nice cold Lone Star to drink in his hot shower is just what he needs. He tosses his Whataburger bag on the counter. Burger’ll still be good after the shower. Ten minutes later Joel stands barefoot at the kitchen counter with a towel slung low on his hips, a second Lone Star in one hand and his burger in the other. Water drips from his hair down his bare chest but he doesn't bother to wipe them away. He’s gonna finish his dinner and one more beer and take his ass to bed. He has a rare Saturday off tomorrow and plans on spending it doing work around the house. The yard needs to be mowed and the garage door needs to be fixed. He finishes his mental checklist the same time as his burger. He throws his trash away, grabs another beer and is about to head upstairs when the phone rings. 

Fuck. Joel thinks. Nobody is calling his house this late on a Friday night with anything but bad news. He turns back to the kitchen to see what trouble Tommy has gotten himself into this time. 

“Hello?” He huffed into the phone.

“Hey, Joel. It’s Billy down at Sam’s.” Says the familiar voice of the bartender at Sam’s Town Point. The bar isn’t far from the house he shares with his brother and they have become friendly with the staff and regulars alike. 

“What can I do for ya Billy?” Joel asks, even though he already knows what’s coming next. 

“Well actually, I was hoping you could do something for me. Tommy’s down here and he’s had a few too many and started causing trouble. Think you could come pick him up? He ain’t driving anywhere tonight.” 

“Hell Billy, the kid is underage. Who’s serving him at all?” Joel snaps.

“I don’t know Joel, wasn’t me.” Billy replies defensively.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” Joel says as he slams down the phone. He runs up the stairs to put some damn clothes on. This boy is gonna drive me up a wall. He thinks to himself. 

You’re sitting at the bar waiting for your date to return from the bathroom when the scuffle breaks out. A crowd quickly gathers around so aren’t able to see what’s going on. Not that you care. This is your third time out with Jake and it will be your last. Seemed like he only wanted someone to talk about himself to. Which wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t so fucking boring. You aren’t even sure why you agreed to go out with him the first time let alone twice more. Your best friend Kim was always on your case about you meeting someone and he seemed nice enough when you met in line at the coffee shop. 

The first two dates were boring but this one was shaping up to be a disaster. He asked you to meet him here at this bar. Not really your scene, but fine. He showed up half an hour late, with a friend, already a few drinks in. He brought a friend. On your date. All he’s been interested tonight is trying to get his hands on you as much as possible. You were able to squirm away from his groping without offending him thankfully. He probably just thinks you are shy. You were grateful when he excused himself to the bathroom and his friend followed. You think the distraction of the fight is the perfect opportunity for you to sneak out. Thankfully you had insisted on meeting Jake in public and he has no idea where you live. Just as you rise from your barstool the bartender comes through the crowd with his hand around the arm of a tall, lanky young man with shoulder length, curly black hair under a cowboy hat. He drags him to the stool at the end of the bar and plants him there. 

“Don’t even fucking think about moving, Miller.’ He says. The boy nods and wipes some blood from his lip on the sleeve of his jacket. You are so distracted by the scene unfolding in front of you that you don’t notice when Jake sits down beside you until he wraps his arm around your waist.

You jump at the feeling, yelping. “Oh you scared me!” You tell Jake. His nose was bloodied and so were the knuckles of the hand he had wrapped around you. Well now you know who was fighting. 

He just laughs and tightens his grip. “You’re so jumpy. Scared of me?’ He asks, teasing you. You try to worm out of his grip but he hangs on tight. “No, I’m not afraid of you.” You say, gritting your teeth. This was going downhill fast. 

Your yelp had gotten the attention of the boy at the end of the bar. He looked at you and said “I’d get outta here if I was you, sweetheart.”

“Mind your fucking business you fucking hick.” Jake snarls at him.

The boy stands from his barstool and begins walking towards you. “The reason he got his nose busted up is because I heard him talking about you in the bathroom. About how he’s tired of waiting for you to give him what he wants. So he was gonna put something in your drink and take it from ya.” He says calmly. But a scary kind of calm. 

You gasp and whirl around. You slap Jake in the face and turn to leave but he grabs your wrist. Hard. “Let me go!” You shout. You try to pull your wrist out of his hand but it doesn’t budge. 

Suddenly Jake crowds your face with his own. “You really gonna believe this asshole over me? You don’t even know him.” He spits out. 

“You’re hurting me. Let go.” You plead with him.

Just then, the door to the bar opens and a man steps in. His eyes find the boy from the fight and he narrows them in anger. “Tommy! Get your ass in the truck! Right now!” He shouts. Tommy turns to the man and says

“I will. Soon as he lets go of her.” He nods your direction and the man takes in the whole scene in front of him. Tommy’s split lip, Jake’s bloody nose and the bruising hold he has on your wrist. 

“Hey!” The man calls out to Jake. He averts his attention just long enough for you to take a swing at him. Your fist connects with his already bloody nose and you hear a sickening crunch. He drops his hold on you and falls to the floor. His buddy rushes over and reaches his hand out towards you but the man’s voice stops him. “You put one fucking finger on her and I’ll break your goddamn hand, boy.” 

He seems to think better of it and helps Jake off the floor. Jake’s nose is gushing blood. You don’t think you’ve ever seen so much blood. He gives you a hateful look. “You're gonna fucking regret this, you stupid bitch.” He growls at you before his friend drags him away. 

You turn to the two men to find them both smiling at you, awe in their eyes. The younger one, Tommy, runs over to you.

"That was so badass! You broke his fucking nose!" He raises his hand for a high five which you hesitantly return. The older man places a hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

"Is that why Billy called me?" 

Tommy nods. "Yeah that asshole was telling his buddy that he was going to take advantage of her." The older man pats Tommy on the back and says "good man." 

Then he turns to you and sticks his hand out. "I'm Joel Miller. This is my younger brother Tommy. Sorry that happened to you." 

Your nerves have finally calmed down enough to take a good look at him. He's tall and broad. His black t-shirt is pulled taut over his shoulders. His brown hair is just starting to curl at the ends. His eyes are coffee brown with a hint of honey. His jawline could cut glass. His arms bulge the sleeves of his t-shirt. 

Goddamn he's beautiful, you think. You offer your own hand and name in return and try not to stare at his lips. He repeats your name softly, almost to himself. "Nice to meet you. Can I buy you a drink?" He asks. 

"Sure." You reply. 

You really aren't in the mood to be out anymore. You're ready to put on your pajamas and curl up front of the TV. But you want to spend more time with Joel. You feel very drawn to him. You were able to handle Jake on your own but the way he was willing to step in was kind of hot. 

You walk with Joel and Tommy over to the bar and sit, you in the middle and the Miller brothers flanking you. Billy comes over and points at Tommy. "Can't sit at the bar, Tom. You know that." 

"C'mon, Billy. I'm just sittin'." Tommy says. Billy just shakes his head and jerks his thumb over his shoulder. Tommy grumbles but gets up and goes to where his friends are gathered at the pool tables in the corner. 

Billy takes your order. Lone Star for Joel and a vodka soda with lime for you. You look over at Joel and he's looking over at you. Something jolts through your body when your eyes meet his. What the hell? You ask yourself. You've never felt anything like this before. 

"What?" You ask him. 

"Oh nothin'." He replies. "Just wonderin' where ya learned to throw a punch like that. You laid his ass out good"

"My dad taught me self defense. I was hoping to never have to use it but he just pissed me off so bad." 

"Well I doubt he'll be botherin' ya anymore." Joel says with a laugh. God, that voice. It's a nice baritone and his accent gives every word an extra syllable. They just drip out his mouth. Thick like honey. 

"Does he know where you live?" He asks, eyes darkened with concern. 

You shake your head. "No, I took a cab here." 

You and Joel trade details about yourselves as you sip your drinks. You paint and he plays guitar. Both of you nursing them slower than you normally would, eager to savor the comfortable company you found yourselves among. Once you've both drained your drinks Joel's gaze flicks over to his brother. He rises from his barstool and says "I better get my brother home 'fore he can get himself in anymore trouble." 

You stand from your own seat and stick your hand out. "Well, it was nice to meet you Joel. Thanks for the drink." He shakes your hand gently and turns to wrangle his brother. He looks back over his shoulder at you and smiles. A smile that makes your knees feel a little wobbly. 

You use the payphone to call a cab and go stand outside to have a smoke while you wait. There's a little table off to the side so you plop your bag on top and start digging through for your cigarettes. As you light up a cigarette a thought occurs to you and you reach back into your purse. Fuck! Your wallet is gone. Just then you hear the doors to the bar open and a conversation already in progress. 

"...can't believe you didn't ask her out, Joel. She looked real sweet on you at the bar, man." Tommy teases his brother. 

"You think she wants to be asked out after dealing with that asshole?" C'mon. Need to get your ass home. You're getting up when I do to help with the yard work." Joel snaps back at his brother as they round the corner and see you sitting there wide eyed at the snippet of conversation you heard. 

"Uh, hey." Joel says, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "Waitin' for a ride?" He asks. 

"I was waiting for a cab but I just realized I don't have my wallet." You admit. Desperation creeping into your voice. 

"We can give you a ride." Tommy offers quickly. Not even trying to hide the goofy grin as he nudges Joel with his elbow. 

"Oh I don't wanna put you boys out." You protest. 

"It's no trouble darlin'." Joel replies. "Long as you don't mind ridin' with this shithead." He laughs as he points at Tommy. 

"Not at all. I really appreciate it." You hop up and put your cigarette out in the ashtray. "Lead the way, Cowboy." You say to Tommy. 

Once the three of you are settled in Joel’s pickup truck, Tommy groans. "Oh you know what, Joel? I'm really starting to feel bad. Maybe you should just drop me off first." Joel looks at his brother in the backseat and rolls his eyes.

He looks over at you and you nod. "Sure thing, Tommy."

You're kind of surprised by how nice their house is, considering how young they are. You keep the thought to yourself as Tommy gets out of the backseat. He turns to you and leans into the window you rolled down. "Have a good night, Sweets." 

You both laugh when Joel snaps out "That's enough!" Tommy raises his hands in defeat and retreats inside. Joel reverses from the driveway and apologizes for his brother's behavior.

"Nothing to be sorry for. He's funny." You give him directions to your apartment as the radio plays. You're surprised to hear "Sweet Jane" playing. You took the Miller brothers for country boys. Even more surprising was Joel singing along. His deep voice was low but he carried the tune well.

"The Velvet Underground, huh?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

"Why? You don't like 'em?"

"Oh I love them! I just didn't really expect you to." You admit. 

"Yeah I can see where ya might feel that way." He chuckles. 

"What's your favorite song?" He asks.

"Pale Blue Eyes." You answer as you pull up to your apartment building. "Well, I really appreciate the ride." Tension fills the cab of his truck. You can tell he wants to say something.

But all he gets out is a "No problem. You have a good night."

Your hand pauses on the door handle. You want to give him another moment to finish working up the nerve to say whatever it is. He just smiles, so you open the door and get out. "Goodnight, Joel."

He doesn't pull away, yet. Such a gentleman, you think as you open the door to your apartment. You turn to wave and walk across the threshold, closing the door behind you, into your pitch dark apartment. You are so caught up in the moment that you don't even notice that your apartment door is already unlocked. It doesn't occur to you that anything was amiss until you hear a snarling voice from the dark. 

"I told you you were gonna regret it, bitch."

Joel watched you close the door to your apartment and put his truck in gear. Then he put it back in park. Tommy was right. He couldn't just drop you off and never see you again. If you felt even a fraction of the spark he did, he had to take his chance. He gets out of his truck and gets about halfway to your door before he hears a scream coming from your apartment that makes his blood run cold. He runs the rest of the way and throws your door wide open, flooding the apartment with light from the walkway. That asshole from the bar is on top of you. He has one hand around your throat and the other is attempting to lift your skirt. Your face is bleeding and already starting to bruise. Another scream gets caught in your throat as his grip tightens, constricting your airway.  

Joel's vision goes red. He doesn't even think before he grabs the man off of you. He throws him to the ground and positions himself on top of him, pinning his arms to his sides with his knees. Joel grabs the collar of his shirt and with the other hand he punches him in the face. And keeps punching. He can't hear anything but his heartbeat pounding in his ears and the crunch of bones. He knows that he’s beyond being able to stop himself. He doesn’t want to stop himself. He’ll keep right on going until there’s nothing left to hit. He feels your arm on his shoulder and the bubble bursts. 

"JOEL! PLEASE!" You scream. Suddenly he hears sirens. A neighbor must have heard the commotion and called the police. Joel stands and puts his boot on Jake's chest.

"Don't move a fucking muscle. If you do, I'll finish you off before they get here." Jake just gurgles wetly in response. Joel thinks he's probably swallowed a few teeth. Son of a bitch deserves worse, Joel thinks. 

He looks over at you. You've got a split lip and both eyes are turning black already. It's still pretty dark in your apartment so he can't even see the full extent of your injuries. "Oh, darlin'. You're gonna be alright. They're gonna be here any minute." He says softly. You are hugging your arms across your body, shaking and crying. Joel wants nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and make it all go away. But he's not letting this piece of shit get away again. He doesn't have to wait long.

In the next moment he hears "APD! HANDS UP!" as two police officers come through the open door with their guns drawn. Joel's hands go up in the air and he tells the officers

"This man attacked my friend, I pulled him off." 

"You did a hell of a lot more than just pull him off." One of the officers retorts. "Hands behind your back, sir." He puts Joel in handcuffs and you see his knuckles are split and his hands are dripping blood. The other officer handcuffs Jake as well. For some reason, your first thought is how glad you are to not have carpet in your apartment. 

A light clicks on and Joel and the officers get a good look at you. You must look pretty terrible considering their reactions. "Oh my god." The female officer says. She rushes over to you and has you sit at the kitchen table. She speaks into her walkie talkie to request an ambulance to your location. She looks down at where Jake sits handcuffed on the floor of your entryway and says "better make it two."

After the police take your statements they release Joel from his handcuffs. The paramedics look you both over and determine neither one of you needs to be transported to the hospital but they patch you both up pretty well. Jake was rushed into his own ambulance and taken straight to Brackenridge Hospital with full lights and sirens. You overheard them mention several fractures and someone said he might need surgery. You wish he was hurt worse. 

Once everyone leaves you are left standing in your apartment with Joel. Blood is smeared on the floor. Footprints track it further into your apartment. You look at Joel and open your mouth to apologize for all the trouble. Before you can get a word out your tears break through the dam. Joel rushes over to you and wraps you up in his strong arms. He pulls you tightly to his chest and comforts you. 

"It's gonna be ok. Everything is gonna be alright. You're safe now. I got you darlin'. I won't let anything happen to you." He strokes your hair and rocks you and doesn't let go as you sob against him. He stays just like that with you, grounding you with his strength and warmth, until you finally calm yourself. Once you've caught your breath he pulls you out from his chest but still doesn't let you go. "Feel any better?" He asks. 

You nod your head and he finally releases you. "How bout we get you cleaned up then?" You nod again and lead him by the hand further into your apartment to your bedroom. He hesitates at the door but you pull him through. He watches you silently as you gather fresh clothes, like he's scared he'll spook you off if he moves too quickly or makes a sound. 

You hand him an old t-shirt that you sleep in sometimes. It's all you have that'll fit him and his own shirt is soaked in blood. "Do you want to shower?" You ask him. 

He shakes his head and says "No, sweetheart. This'll be just fine. You go ahead." 

"Will you stay until I'm done?" You don't want to inconvenience him any further but you're scared to be alone.

He puts his fingers under your chin and tilts your head up to his. "Course I will. I'll stay as long as you like." 

You walk into the bathroom and turn on the light. You leave the door slightly ajar, wanting to be able to hear if something happens but trusting Joel enough to know that he won't come in or look. It's odd how comfortable you already are with someone you've just met. The way he protected you tonight lets you know he wouldn't hurt you. You decide to get it over with and look in the mirror. You've never felt such regret so instantly in your life. Both of your eyes are black and you have a small stream of blood running from your left nostril. The left side of both of your lips are cracked and swollen and your hair is full of knots. 

Joel hears the shower start and goes into your kitchen looking for something to clean up the blood on the floor. He finds a roll of paper towels and some sort of spray cleaner. It takes almost the whole roll to get all the blood up. He washes his hands in the kitchen sink taking care to avoid his split knuckles. He changes into the t-shirt you gave him and walks over to where the bathroom door is ajar. He taps lightly on the door and calls out to you. “Hey darlin’, I’m gonna run this trash outside. You gonna be okay for a minute?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine…” you reply. You hear his boots on the tile and you continue.

“Joel…will you be back?” The waver of your voice damn near cracks Joel’s heart in two.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll be right back. Told ya, I’ll stay as long as ya want me to.” 

You hear him return while you are drying off. The sound of the door closing and both locks turning taking some of the tension out of your body. You hear Joel walk over to your kitchen and pick up the phone from the wall. “Hey, Tommy. I won’t be home tonight- no asshole, not like that. I’ll tell you everythin’ in the mornin’- yeah. G’night.”

You finish dressing in your sweatpants and tank top and exit the bathroom. Joel is standing in the kitchen, hip leaning on the counter. He walks over to you and reaches a hand out to touch your shoulder but stops midway and drops it. He isn’t sure if you want anyone touching you right now. “Are you feeling any better?” He asks you quietly. 

“Better than I look.” You chuckle softly. 

“Hell, you’re still one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen.” His fingers come under your chin again. He looks down into your eyes and you are sure in this moment that he can see all the way through you, into you, and it's like he’s always seen you. Like he’s always known you. “You should get some rest, darlin’.” 

You nod your head slightly, trying not to make him lose his grip on your chin. “Will you stay with me?” You whisper to him. He presses his soft lips to your forehead.

“Sure I will. I’ll sleep on the couch.” You grab his hand and lace your fingers through his. You lead him once more to your bedroom. He hesitates but doesn’t protest. You don’t let go of his hand until you reach your bed and slip under the covers on your side. He walks around to the other side and toes off his boots. His hands go to his belt and he pauses.

“This okay?” He asks. You nod. You can’t even pretend to look away as he strips his jeans off. His strong thighs strain the fabric of his black boxer briefs. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted his arms to take it off. You can’t take your eyes off of him. His broad shoulders look even more delicious out of the shirt than they did in it. His biceps bulge with every move he makes. 

Joel catches you watching him. He’s not stupid. He knows what he looks like. He just doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. “You sure about this, sweetheart?” He asks one last time.

“I’m sure, Miller. Get in.” You pat the bed beside you. He gets under the covers and makes sure to keep plenty of space between you. You both lie down on your side, facing each other.

“Get some rest.” Joel says as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Then he brings his hand to your cheek. He rests it there for a moment. You bring yours up to hold it there. 

“Joel? Thank you for being here. And thank you for stopping him. I think we both know what would have happened if you hadn’t come rushing in.”

“You don’t need to thank me. Just did what needed doin’.”

“I thought you had already left. What were you still doing here?”

“Well I was actually on my way to knock on your door when I heard you screaming.”

“Knock on my door?” You cock your head. “What for?”

“Well…I was kicking myself for not askin’ ya out…and I was jus’ gonna see if you wanted to do somethin’ with me sometime.” He looks away shyly and huffs out a chuckle.

“Guess you got more than you bargained for, huh?” You laugh as well. 

He makes eye contact with you again and beings to caress your cheek. “I still wanna go out with you. If that’s what you want.” He replies.

The sincerity in his eyes makes your heart jump. “I’d love to go out with you Joel. But first, let’s get some sleep.”

He drops his hand from your face and leans over to give you another kiss on your forehead but you catch his cheek with your hand and redirect his lips to yours. He kisses you softly on the right side of your mouth, taking care to avoid the split on your left. He opens his arms and you scoot over into them. You’ve never felt safer in your life than when he wrapped them around you and breathed a soft “Goodnight, darlin’ ” into your ear. 

You and Joel lie there together, silent except both of your softening breaths. Bruised and beaten, but not broken and hold each other until you drift off in each other’s arms. 

You spend the entire next day together. After waking in the morning you go with Joel to his house. When Tommy catches sight of the two of you he comes unhinged. “What the fuck happened to you two?” He questions angrily. Joel explains the situation to his brother and Tommy somehow gets even angrier. 

“We should fuck that guy up, Joel!”

“I already did, brother. Don’t worry, I took care of him.” 

The three of you go have breakfast in their kitchen. Joel makes bacon and eggs for everyone. He’s a surprisingly good cook. You perch on a bench on the back porch and watch them do yard work. You and Joel share fries from Whataburger on the couch while you watch t.v. When Tommy leaves for a date, you and Joel return to the bench to share a six pack. You talk until well after the Texas sun has dipped below the horizon and the stars twinkle above your heads. 

He tells you that he built the bench you are sitting on and about his parents dying. How hard it was to go from brother to father overnight. But how he wouldn’t have it any other way. “You keep goin’ for family.” He says. He confides in you his worries about Tommy’s determination to join the Army after he graduates in a few months. “He’s eighteen, I can’t do nothin’ about it. I just want him to be safe.”

After three beers he gets up and goes in the house. “Wait right there, I got a surprise for ya.” He returns a few moments later with his guitar. He sits next to you and rests the guitar on his knee. He plays a few experimental chords and then begins to strum. You immediately recognize the tune and a wide grin breaks out on your face when he begins to sing. 

“Sometimes I feel so happy.

SometimesI feel so sad.

Sometimes I feel so happy

But mostly, you just make me mad. 

Linger on your pale blue eyes

Linger on your pale blue eyes

Thought of you as my mountaintop

Thought of you as my peak

Thought of you as everything

I’ve had but couldn’t keep

I’ve had but couldn’t keep.”

He returns your smile when you begin to sing along. You and Joel finish the beer and sing a few more songs together. He decides it's time to go to bed when you interrupt “The Chain” with a yawn. You help him clear the bottles from the porch and deposit them in the recycling bin. He leads you up the stairs by your hand to his bedroom. 

The bed is neatly made since he never made it there the previous night. You stand next to it while he goes to his dresser and returns with a t-shirt for you to wear. “Your turn to wear my clothes.” He laughs. He turns around while you change. You drop your shorts and tank top on the floor and your bra on top of the pile. You pull the shirt, worn soft, over your head.

“You can turn around now.” You tell him. 

“Fuck.” He whispers softly when he sees that the hem of his shirt just kisses the tops of your thighs. “You look much better in that than I ever have.” He says.

“I don’t know, Joel. You wear it pretty damn well.” You tease. You both climb into Joel’s bed and he lays on his back and beckons you to him. You fit perfectly under his arm and the smooth skin of his broad chest feels like heaven under your cheek. You can hear his heart pounding in your ear and your own heartbeat quickens, matching his pace. 

You look up at him through your lashes. “Thank you, Joel. I had a really nice time today.” He plants a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I did too, baby.”

You fall asleep almost immediately and Joel listens to the sound of your breathing and watches the rise and fall of his chest and can’t think of a single reason why he deserves something so good in his life. You have completely taken him by surprise. He’s never been so open or vulnerable with anyone. He’s told you more about himself in the last 24 hours than he’s ever told anyone. He’s given more to you than he ever gave to his only serious girlfriend. They were together for three years and she didn’t know half of what you did about him. 

You walked into his life and found a spot and made yourself at home. It's like you burrowed into his skin and decided to stay a while. He can feel you in the expansion of his lungs when he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. In his ears when you laugh at something stupid Tommy said. In his blood when your touch turns it into fire. You own him. He’ll never let anything bad happen touch you again. 

You and Joel are almost never apart after that. Joel picks you up from work every evening and you go to your apartment and listen to records and eat fast food, or you go to his house and he makes you and Tommy a proper dinner. No matter whose house you end up at, you always spend the night together. It never goes further than a few light kisses. But you fall asleep in his arms every night and you’ll take whatever you can get from him. You want to be surrounded by him all of the time. His smell, his laughter, his touch. You have a suspicion that he’s waiting until you’ve both healed from the other night to take it any further. You don’t doubt that he wants you. You can feel how much he desires you every night when you throw your legs over his and his hard length presses into the inside of your thigh. But you aren’t sure if he needs you the way you need him. You need him to surround you, to invade you. You don’t know how to breathe without him anymore. 

His knuckles have scabbed over and your bruises have faded to an ugly yellow the first night Joel makes a real move on you. He picks you up from work and drives straight to your apartment. There is a dark glint in his eyes that you haven’t seen there before. You chat idly on the short drive from the art supply store to your apartment. Joel seems distant as you unlock the front door. His hand goes to the small of your back as you step across the threshold. As soon as he’s fully inside he toes the door shut with his boots and grabs you by the waist with both of his large hands. He spins you both around and backs you up against the door. “Is this okay?” He asks as he crowds your body with his. “Yes, God yes.” You huff out. You’re already breathless when he crashes his lips into yours. One hand leaves your waist and comes up the the nape of your neck. He grabs a handful of your hair and tilts your head back. A moan falls from your lips as he deepens the kiss.

“I need you, baby. Need you so bad it hurts.” He groans into your mouth and begins to kiss down your jaw to our neck.

“Then take me, Joel. I'm yours, baby." 

He growls at that. Deep in his chest. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist and carries you to your room. He drops you softly on your bed and slots his legs between yours. He leans his body over yours. You can feel the hunger in his kiss. The desperation in his voice as he whispers in your ear. "So sweet for me. My sweet girl. You're mine. I'm gonna take real good care of you darlin'. I promise." And you believe him. 

You frantically pull each other's clothes off until they are all in a pile on your floor, only underwear remaining on you both. Joel leans back onto his knees and takes in the sight of you. He's never seen a more beautiful thing in his life. You're splayed open for him, squirming underneath him. He can't wait another second to taste you. 

He takes one your nipples into his mouth and circles it with his tongue. The heat of it making you gasp. He looks up at you and releases his mouth, replacing it with his finger. "Do you like that, sweet girl? You like my mouth on you?" 

"Fuck…yes Joel. I need more baby. Please." You sound desperate but you don't care. You are desperate. To have him on top of you and inside you and all around you. 

He trails kisses down your abdomen and your hips buck up towards him as he reaches the waistband of your underwear. "Can I take these off?" He asks

"I might kill you if you don't, Miller." He laughs and rips them down your legs. Kissing every inch of skin he frees. He picks your knees up so your feet are planted on the bed. He grabs your knees with his hands and drops them to the bed, opening you up for him. He growls again. The sight of your pussy already glistening for him activates some primal part of his brain. Mine. And he intends to show you. 

You watch him lick his lips as he stares down at your wet entrance. He looks so wrecked already and he's barely even touched you. He looks like he wants to devour you.

Joel usually likes to take his time. He knows he's a lot to take. But he's in no mood for teasing tonight. Tonight, he's hungry. He dives right in with the flat of his tongue. He can feel the heat from your entrance as he licks slowly up to your clit. He circles it with his tongue. Once, twice, three times before he envelopes it with his mouth. The sounds you make for him are delicious. He sucks gently on your clit before releasing it from his lips and making his way back down. His thick tongue enters you slowly. His cock grows impossibly hard feeling the way you clench around it. 

"Oh fuck, Joel. Fuck." You squeal. He begins fucking you with his tongue. His nose grinding against your clit. He can feel your walls fluttering around him. You're close already. You grab his hair and pull him deeper inside you. He moans into you and the vibrations send you toppling over the edge. 

He removes his tongue and replaces them with two of his deliciously thick fingers. He pumps them in and out of you and talks you through your orgasm. 

"Come on, baby. Give it to me, sweet girl. I wanna feel you cum all over my fingers. You're so fucking good to me. So sweet for me." 

You grind down on his fingers as you cum for him. All the tension you've felt over the last two weeks leaving your body. Your body feels like it's on fire as he continues to pump in and out of your pussy. Hands dripping with your slick. He curls his fingers up, hitting a spot that devastates you. You're barely through the first orgasm when a second one quickly rolls through your body. Joel is talking to you again but you can't hear anything over the rush of blood in your ears.

Your body collapses onto the bed and Joel crawls up and lays his weight on you. He kisses you, sliding his tongue against yours. You taste yourself on his lips and in his mouth. You feel his clothed cock press into your swollen lips and you're about ready to beg Joel to fuck you. He must read you thoughts because he says "I think you're ready for me now Sweets." You nod frantically, unable to form words anymore. 

Joel reaches for his underwear and shoves them down past his knees. He kicks them the rest of the way of and grabs his cock. He strokes it twice and notches the tip at your entrance. He looks you in the eyes, silently asking for permission once again. You buck your hips and the tip of him slips inside you. You both moan loudly and Joel slowly works his thickness into you. Your walls stretch to accommodate him. Inch by inch he sinks into you. Neither one of you can speak as you both adjust to the feeling. You've never had anyone this big. Tears prick the corners of your eyes. Joel drags in a ragged breath as he sheaths himself fully. 

"Fuck baby. You feel so fucking good." Joel's voice sounds wrecked. Your pussy is the tightest little thing he's ever felt. You're practically strangling his cock. He pulls out halfway and slowly enters you again. You hiss as he fills you up. 

"Does that feel okay?" The last thing he wants is to hurt you.

"It feels amazing. Please fuck me." You beg. 

Joel picks up his pace then. Fucking you down into your mattress with deep strokes. Neither of you could formulate words. The sounds of your shared ecstasy filled the room. Skin slapping together and the wetness of you leaking out around Joel's cock. His thrusts begin to falter and he moves his hand up to circle your clit. 

"I'm not gonna last much longer, darlin'. I wanna feel you cum with me." His work his thumb faster as he matches his thrusts to the pace. 

"I'm gonna cum Joel!" You shout. Your orgasm crashes through your body and you clench around Joel, pulling his own out of him. He grips your hips tightly and buries himself as deep as he can. After two more short pumps he stills inside of you. A moan rumbles out of his chest as he twitches inside you. He fills you to the brim with hot ropes of cum. 

Joel collapses on top you, holding his weight on his elbows. Once you've caught your breath, Joel pulls out of you with a hiss, still sensitive from the most glorious orgasm he's ever had. He wraps you up in his arms and presses a kiss to your temple. The last thing you hear before your drift off to sleep on his chest is a quiet "I love you, Sweets." 

And that's how you spend the next 5 months. Wrapped up in his arms, spread out underneath him, down on your knees in front of him. Always followed by a kiss on your temple and an "I love you, Sweets." 

Until one night in July. You laid in your bed, sweating and panting for breath. You moved to curl up on his chest, but instead of a kiss his arms caught yours, stopping you. Instead of "I love you, Sweets." Joel said "We need to talk." 

The conversation that followed ripped your beating heart from your chest and changed both of your lives forever. 

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@ashllleyyy requested;

Hii, I'm so sorry to bother you but is it alright if I request part 2 of my previous request?? Like girls' reactions or if the reader finds out she is pregnant. If you don't want to do it it's totally fine<3 If you do Thank you very much I really like your work 💓

Hello, my darling!~ I am extremely glad to do a pt 2 to your request! I had so much fun writing the first one and this one is equally as fun to write! As usual, I hope it is to your liking!~ Enjoy!!!♡︎♡︎♡︎

This is a pt 2 to this request here!~

Pairing: Older!Billy Loomis x FEM!Reader x Older!Stu Macher Content Warnings: Age Gaps, Fem!Reader, AU!Scream, toxic friendships implied, Scream’s usual themes w/murder and violence, unplanned pregnancy (wrap it before you tap it!), second-time dads, the twins now have names LOL !!NSFW MENTIONS!! (from the prev. fic!) Flashbacks are in full italics and marked before and after with ( )! LMK if I missed anything♡︎♡︎ Listen To: I'm Bad At Life by Falling In Reverse

It was a few weeks to a month that had passed since the... incident and it was rather awkward now every time that Y/N had come over to visit the girls and their dads, the twins and Sam had yet to confront their dads on the situation but they sure did approach Y/N with what they found...

(It was the next day after the events and Sam was sitting in the dining room eating breakfast and quietly talking with the twins while the two dads talked quietly amongst themselves in the kitchen. As soon as Y/N entered the dining room the girls fell silent and all eyes were on her, she seemed a bit confused about why all three girls were staring at her so oddly but she just shrugged it off and stepped into the kitchen to get some of the breakfast that Stu had made. "Good morning, Y/N. You sleep well?" Asked Billy in a rather cheeky, knowing tone as he sipped on his cup of coffee; Y/N felt a blush creep up her cheeks and ears as she remembered the events of last night and where she ended up, she hummed softly and nodded before taking a plate full of the food and nodding at them both. "Thanks for the breakfast," She said in a thankful and shy tone before she made her way back into the dining room, where yet again the girls' eyes were all on her... "So, Y/N... How was it?" Sam asked rather bluntly, and a bit ruder than she intended, but she knew full well that Y/N had a clue about what she was talking about. One of the twins gently smacked Sam's arm, mumbling a "not during breakfast" to her but Sam ignored the warning and smirked at Y/N, waiting patiently for her reply. "What do you-..." She soon realized what she was hinting at and her eyes seemed to double their size. "Sam... Did you...?" Y/N seemed absolutely horrified and shocked at the revelation that she had made. "Yeah. Y/N. I wanna know, how did it feel fucking our dads?")

From that day forward things have been a bit tense around the girls, and the dads could tell, but they didn't dare press on the matter, they figured the girls would figure it out themselves and whatever happened would happen. That was until the girls started acting suspiciously around them as well. See; the girls had started noticing changes in Y/N. Y/N seemingly had to leave classes or call in sick to their professors at the uni, and it was growing more and more common for her to call in sick to uni and she was now even declining to hang out with Sam and the twins too.

The few times they did see Y/N, she was wearing a bit baggier clothes each time and she seemed like she was even glowing, and to the girls, they knew what that meant, even if they hadn't been around such things before, they were not stupid... But they didn't question her, they knew better, they would simply wait until she was ready to come to them... if she was ready. So that's what they did. They waited... And waited... And waited.

"Finally!" Sam groveled as Y/N had sent a simple text to her and the girls telling them to meet her up for coffee, that she needed to talk to them and it was important. "I know, it felt like years waiting for her to send something like this!" One twin, Jessie exclaimed as the girls all got ready and made their way to their car. They told their dads they would be back soon, and then they were off. They got to the coffee place within five minutes and walked inside together, spotting Y/N at a table not too far from the door.

"Y/N/N!" One of the twins had called out for her, dragging the other and Sam along with her to the booth and sitting down. "Okay, okay! Tell us, what is so important that we have to know?" Maisy seemed rather impatient as she giddily sat with her twin Jessie while Sam sat beside Y/N. It was silent for a few moments, and the four girls sitting there could feel their heartbeats in their throats as Y/N gathered the courage to finally tell them.

Reaching into her bag, Y/N pulled out a couple white sticks and a roll of paper with images on it, she set them down on the table to let the girls study them for a moment. The silence was deafening as the twins and Sam took in the news and stared down at the positive pregnancy tests and the imaging of the fetus on the papers. "Wow..." Jessie said in disbelief. Maisy didn't know what to say but her face seemingly lit up with joy and excitement, she jumped up and hugged Y/N from across the table. "I'm gonna be a big sister!... again," She giggled as she looked at her twin. Sam stayed silent, she didn't know how the hell to process this... Until a revelation came to her mind, which one of their dads held the title of father for the baby? Sam looked up at Y/N with a serious expression. "Y/N. Which one of our dads is the baby daddy?" Sam suddenly spoke over Maisy's excitement and Jessie's stunned silence.

The girls all fell silent again and looked at each other in shock at the thought. "Oh god," Maisy finally broke the silence. "So... This means that we don't know which one of our dads is the one that like... got her pregnant...?" Maisy asked in shock. Jessie didn't know what to say still, so she kept silent. Sam shook her head, looking down and trying to calm herself before she threw a fit. "Y/N... We gotta tell our dads, I mean, they'll be understanding... probably," Maisy was always the one to speak now, she always had been the comforter of the group though.

"Fuck, I... I never put it into motion that we don't know the baby daddy and that terrifies me... Holy shit I don't know what to do... What... what would we even tell them?" Y/N was starting to breathe heavily, her body starting to tremble as a panic attack settled into her bones. "Hey, Y/N calm down it's okay! We'll figure it out! In the meantime, we can just... have some coffee and whatever before we go and tell them," Maisy reassured her, and Jessie finally gathered herself and nodded in agreement with her twin. "Yeah. Y/N just order your favorite and I'll pay for it, then we can all get in my car and get to our house and I guess to break the news to our dads." Jessie reassured in a calm tone.

Y/N's shaking slowed a bit and she nodded, relaxing before the group of girls ordered some drinks and a snack. Time passed and they finally finished their coffees and snacks, packing the tests and the roll of paper in her bag, Y/N, and the group piled into the car and drove home in silence, other than the soft beats of the radio playing classic rock. Y/N was gradually panicking worse with each second they grew closer, but Maisy's comforting hand on hers calmed her a bit. The view of the house finally showed and they pulled into the driveway. The girls sat in silence for a second before everyone got out, making their way inside the house.

"Dad? Dad! We're home! We need to talk..." Called Sam, she was the first to get the dads' attention. Billy and Stu made their way down the stairs and met the faces of their daughters and... Y/N... "Y/N, what a... pleasant surprise, we didn't expect to see you again," Stu was the first one to greet her, making his way over to her and offering a hug. Y/N kind of tensed up and shied away from him, which in all honesty concerned him. Billy made his way over to the girls too and looked at them each, scanning their faces. "What's going on? It looks like someone is going to tell me their grandma died," Billy tried to joke and make the mood a bit lighter, but it didn't seem to work.

"Dad we need to tell you something about... Y/N..." Sam said, making the man look at his daughter, suspiciously eyeing Y/N before he and Stu stood in front of them now. "You... You might want to uh... Sit down for this," Y/N finally spoke in a shaky tone. The two men hesitantly sat down. Y/N opened her bag and took the tests and the roll of paper out, setting them down on the table in front of them. The whole room was silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop. Y/N was scared of their reactions, they yet had any.

After some while of silence, Maisy grew restless. "Say something!" Maisy exclaimed, and that set things into motion. Billy's head dropped down into his hands, he leaned forwards as he tried to take in the shock and disbelief of the news of him possibly being a father again, Stu on the other hand seemed rather excited about the news. "Wait, you're pregnant? With, with our baby?" Stu said, a little too excitedly. Y/N nodded, looking at Billy in fear of him lashing out but he didn't, he stayed silent with his head in his hands. Stu smiled and stood up, quickly enveloping Y/N in his arms. "I might be a dad again! I'm so happy! Billy! Did you hear her, we might be dads again!... Billy?" Stu pulled away and looked at Billy with concern, unsure about his silence. It could mean a plethora of things, happiness, sadness, anger... Billy was super unpredictable and it caused even Stu to worry and sort of protectively move Y/N closer to him.

Billy finally looked up at them after what seemed like hours passed. "You're pregnant, with one of ours," Billy gestured between him and Stu. "Baby..." Billy wanted to make sure that he was understanding this all correctly. Y/N shyly nodded, looking away and avoiding his eyes. Billy took in a deep breath before nodding. "Okay... Well... No matter whose baby it is, we will help you take care of it and raise it." Billy concluded. Y/N lifted her head and met his eyes in shock, the girls also seemed shocked but happy with the news.

"And that means you moving in with us, is that... okay with you?" Billy finally asked, making her glance at the girls who nodded and she then glanced at Stu who seemed pleased with this idea. "Okay... Yeah, I'm fine with it, Billy... I'll move in." Y/N agreed, and the girls seemingly all squealed in unison, excited about this. Stu smiled a bit and pulled Y/N into his arms, kissing her head before he looked at Billy. Billy smiled finally, moving towards Stu and Y/N and joining in, hugging Y/N as well and kissing her cheek. Soon the three other girls joined in on the hug, the six all hugging each other tightly. They were well aware of the future and the possibilities that this new revelation held, but they all were ready to face it with confidence and responsibility. This was going to be the start of a wonderful family.

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