#gonna ask doctor if i can start stepping down from that next visit

[kidfur]

microwave mash potato followed by lamictal + vitamin gummy is favorite dinner

#wishy speaks #i fucking love these stupid little cups of instant mashed potato #if you just add butter and salt then its like. a potato or something #wow! #the prazosin is NOT my favorite. dumb pills dont even work #supposed to make nightmares go away. doesnt work! #and now whenever i take my meds im a fall risk bc of the blood pressure drop #its fine cuz i take meds right before going to sleep but still annoying if i wake up middle of night need to pee #gonna ask doctor if i can start stepping down from that next visit

[fandom-blackhole]

hi, i really liked your work in ao3, so i’d like to request about joel where reader is pregnant and she’s freaking out a bit about telling joel, afraid he’s not going to take the new well, mostly cause of his traumas, but also cause it’s not a safe environment to raise a kid. thank you!

So sorry this took me absolutely forever to get to my lovely, school has been super busy for me! But I'm so happy that you liked my other Joel works and came over here send a request <3 I hope you like this!!

WC: 3.6K (this one got away from me woops)

Warnings: afab!reader, pregnancy, set in Jackson, no real spoilers (that i noticed), one cuss word, mentions of doubts and intrusive thoughts over the pregnancy, very unedited (i am tired and i am sure there are a ton of mistakes sorry)

When the sickness first started you chalked it up to food poisoning from the twenty some year old can of Cambell’s baked potato soup you had found and eaten while out on a three day supply run. Joel had warned you about eating it, but you had been too excited over the soup and the nostalgic memories of before the outbreak that it brought with it. So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when two days later as you were hunched over the toilet, Joel rubbed your back gently and waited until after you were finished and he passed you a glass of water, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the door frame and sighed, “Told you not to eat that soup.”

You had only huffed at him and lifted your hand, motioning for help, to which Joel helped you up off the floor and helped you to bed. He left you there with your glass of water and a small trash can, but not before he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and whispered, “Rest up. I’ll come check up on ya in a few hours.”

Of course when a week passed and you were still running from bed each morning, Joel insisted you visit the doctor in town. You pushed back at first, saying that it was probably just the flu, it was that time of year right before winter fully sets in and the weather bounced from warm and cold and almost everyone had at least the sniffles. Joel, however, kept pushing and eventually he won out after a particularly rough day where you could barely hold down water and you couldn’t handle Joel’s worried glances anymore.

So the next morning, before he left for his patrol, Joel walked you to the building downtown that had long been converted into a doctor’s office. The whole walk there Joel kept fretting over you.

“You sure you’ll make it back home alright? I can ask Maria to come and walk you back when she’s finished, or have her grab Ellie to do it.”

”I’ll be fine. I swear you act like I am gonna walk out of there knocking on death’s door.”

Joel of course gives you an exasperated look as the two of you turn the corner to the main hub of Jackson that was downtown and he gives a huff before saying, “You just have me worried. I’ve never seen you this sick and you haven’t been getting any better. It’s been two weeks, you should be getting better by now.”

“Joel, I really think you are making a mountain out of a molehill here,” you reply to his worry, trying to reassure him just a little, but as he opens the door for you to enter the doctor’s office he just shakes his head while looking at the ground. When he meets your eyes again, he says with full seriousness, “I don’t think you ‘re taking this serious enough. Maybe I should stay an’ make sure you don’t downplay everything.”

At that you take a step forward towards Joel and stick a finger on his chest with your eyebrows raised.

“Oh no, you are going to go do your patrol with Tommy. I can do this like an adult,” you pause and meet Joel’s hazel gaze, reading into his worry with a sigh, “and I promise I will tell the doc the whole truth, leaving nothing out. You aren’t going to lose me to something as small as the flu Joel Miller, you’re stuck with me.”

That earned you a small quirk of Joel’s lips, before he sighed again before nodding. You gave him a small smile back and pressed a kiss to Joel’s nose before whispering a goodbye and walking into the doctor’s office.

---

Well, Joel was right it would seem. It wasn’t the flu like you had assumed. You weren’t even sure how to wrap your head around what the doctor had come in and told you. He had told you that he ran the test twice just to be sure, but both had come back positive. You were pregnant and there was no doubt in your mind whose child it was.

You didn’t mean to start crying, but once it started you couldn’t stop, the tears cascading down your cheeks as your shoulders shook with silent gasping sobs. Your doctor held you, letting your tears soak his shoulder as he ran a comforting hand up and down your back. From his reaction, you doubt this is the first time he’s comforted someone with news like this, afterall who wants to bring new life into a world like the one surrounding you now, it wasn’t a safe environment for children. 

Once you had calmed, the doctor pulled away and with a gentle voice started giving you the pregnancy spiel- avoid this, don’t drink that, try to eat more of this. All of it was a blur in your mind, shock clouding your thoughts. The doctor told you he estimated that you were about six or seven weeks in, which is when morning sickness tended to make an appearance. So he gave you a bottle of multivitamins to start taking as well as a chamomile and ginger tea that is supposed to help the nausea. He also gave you a small bag of honey and mint candies, saying he was a little worried about your lack of calorie and fluid intake over the last week, telling you to drink the tea and try and suck on a few candies until you thought you could hold down actual food. 

As you got ready to leave, your tote of goodies, as the nurse had called it, slung over your shoulder, the doctor gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and a small smile telling you, “Try not to worry too much, you’re in the best spot in the whole country to be going through something like this, and you aren’t alone, you have a whole town at your back. Not to mention the hardest fighter in town beside you.”

You returned his smile, though your’s was hollow and full of worry, and nodded. You wished the doctor and the nurse a good week and walked home, not stopping until you were alone in your bathroom sobbing as you slid down the wall in your shower.

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Weeks passed and your nausea and morning sickness eased with the help of the tea which you drank in the mornings, smiling over the rim of your mug as Joel drank his coffee, always offering you some and you always declining. He never seemed any suspicious of your condition. He believed you that evening when you had told him a lie, told him that you had been right, that the doctor said it had been the flu making you sick. He didn’t question you when in the mornings after saying you were better you still drank the tea telling him you had really liked it and just didn’t want it to go to waste, when in reality you were still waking up with a queasy stomach each morning.

You aren’t completely sure why you continued to hide the pregnancy for Joel. He didn’t say it much, but he had told you that he loved you, he showed it to you almost daily through small things like bringing you fresh eggs when you mentioned a craving for cookies but you were missing that one ingredient, how he brought home you favorite food from the dining hall once you were finally able to hold down food again, how he surprised you with a gift yesterday- a small wooden bird carving he’d started for you when he noticed you’d been feeling down. He loved you, you knew this, and you loved him, but you were terrified of telling him. What if it changed how he felt? What if he didn’t take the news well?

You should know to ignore these doubts, you really should, but they cloud your thoughts anyway. Joel had already been through so much with his daughter, Sarah, and his adoptive daughter, Ellie. He’d long since confided both of their stories to you, he had told you how the death of his daughter had shattered him and how his cross country trip with Ellie had broken him back down once more. What if the pregnancy brought up all the bad memories and traumas for him? What if it was too much for him to go through the process of raising, caring, and protecting another kid?

That’s not even mentioning your own personal worries of the pregnancy. You knew Jackson was one of the safest places left, but that doesn’t mean that it is completely safe from the outside world. The town often had enough raids from hunters to remind you of that fact, and the hordes of infected wandering up north and getting closer to town were of no comfort to these worries either. And what about all the possible complications? Things could always go south and put you at risk. You could die giving birth, the baby could die, both of you could die. You both could end up as just another name on Joel’s list of loss. You didn’t want to be another source of pain for him, you didn’t want to hurt the man you loved like that. 

So you don’t tell him. You continue to smile at him over the rim of your mug each morning. You continue to live your life around Jackson like nothing is different and you live in fear of the day you can no longer hide yourself from the man you love.

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Months pass and you continue working. You continued patrols with Joel and you kept putting on the facade that everything was fine and like there wasn’t a constant fight going on in your head. Joel of course ever observant gave you worried looks like he could see through your mask, but never brought it up nor asked you what was troubling you. It was tearing you apart being the only one that knew and unable to bring yourself to say anything. 

The nausea and morning sickness started to fade around the three month mark and you were truly overjoyed to not be waking up feeling ill each morning. But of course there had to be a downside. You only got another two weeks without the morning sickness before you noticed the thing that was going to be your undoing. 

You had been pulling on your jeans, getting ready for the day’s patrol- one of the longer routes and you’d be accompanied by both Joel and Tommy- only when it got to buttoning them, you couldn’t. You’d noticed them getting a little tight, but had hoped that you’d have more time. Luck had never been on your side however, so as you struggled with the button you could feel your heart in your throat as your panic started to take ahold of you. 

After several minutes you gave up, knowing your struggle was going to stay fruitless. Looking around your room for a solution, you paused on your spare pair of boots. As quickly as possible you dethreaded both sets of shoelaces and slipped them through your jean’s belt loops as many times as possible before tying the sides together and zipping the jeans closed as much as you could. 

After shoving your boots that still had their laces on, you raced downstairs and rushed out an apology as you slipped your coat on, the weather still holding its chill.

“Sorry I couldn’t find my warm sweater. Let’s go before Tommy starts complaining about us holding him up.”

Joel just shook his head with a fond smile, holding your bag out for you to take as you passed to leave the house. 

The walk to the front gate was quiet, the morning sun just gracing the horizon as you rubbed your hands together and slipped them into your pockets for your gloves which you hurriedly pulled on. Like you had predicted, once you reached the gate, Tommy stood next to his horse with his arms crossed and he spoke up as you and Joel approached, “What took you both so long? Coulda slept in in my nice warm bed if I’d known you’d be late.”

You rolled your eyes as Joel helped you up onto your horse and he replied, “Someone couldn’t find their warm sweater even though it was hanging right there in the closet.”

Gasping, you nudged Joel’s shoulder with the toe of your boot as he walked away, grumbling, “Just throw me under the bus why don’t you. See if I agree to go on anymore patrols with you two.”

Tommy laughs as he swings onto his own horse before leading the three of you out of Jackson and out towards your path for the day.

The three of you travel in silence for a little bit, you yourself enjoying listening to the early morning bird songs. Once you all get to the first sign-in point, you all take the chance for a pause and a stretch. You walk around the converted home, stopping to look through the bay window in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The room was clearly a kid’s room, the walls painted with fields and a barn and farmhouse surrounded by houses, cattle, chickens, and bison. The bed one of those that grew with a kid, going from cradle to toddler bed. Toys and stuffies long forgotten and scattered around the room. You leaned down and picked one up, a weathered build-a-bear wearing a pair of faux denim overalls and a red handkerchief. Gently you wiped the dirt and dust off the eyes, letting the black plastic shine once again. 

Without realizing it, one of your hands drifted down to lay on your lower abdomen as you swallowed heavily and your eyes start to water. But you don’t get too far, as a soft knock on the door behind you brings you back. Turning, you find Joel looking over you, eyes slightly worried as he holds out a small pack of dried fruit. You give him a small smile and set the bear down on the bed before grabbing the food, noticing the hand on your stomach, quickly laughing and patting the hand there saying, “You must have heard my stomach growl downstairs.”

Taking your lead Joel gave you a grin replying, “Thought there was a runner up here from all the noise it was making.”

You huffed a laugh, kissing Joel’s cheek as you walked back downstairs and let out a sigh of thanks to whoever let you get away that easily with such a terrible lie. But you didn’t dwell on it, the three of you hopping onto your horses and setting out on the trail once more. 

As you went this time, Joel and Tommy passed the time with conversation. You though just listened to them, eating the fruit Joel had given you and occasionally adding little input when prompted. 

Tommy made mention that the meat stores were running a little low and he’d been asked to try and catch a deer if he could. That led the two down a conversation over how the food stores as a whole were doing and if there needed to be any supply runs anytime soon. You however zoned out at this knowing they would probably get wrapped up in the conversation. Instead you looked around as you rode, both to keep an eye out for anything and to keep your mind busy. Not that it worked as your mind drifted.

You were starting to show and while it wasn’t too noticeable right now, it would only be a matter of time before nothing fit and you’d be forced to tell Joel, or he’d figure it all out himself. At this point you're worried over his anger at being left in the dark over this for so long as well, adding to the number of worries you already held. The doctor had told you on your last check up that all your stress and worrying was causing your blood pressure to raise and that worried him. He had urged you to take a break, to try and relax but you couldn’t, not when relaxing meant your thoughts would be given more time to circle and bring you more stress and worry. You just wished all of this would disappear, that everything was fine and you only had to worry about the usual things like hunters and infected. You hated yourself for it, because you had truly not wanted it, but in the beginning you had hoped and prayed that something would happen, that this would go away and you wouldn’t have to tell Joel. But here you are and you should have known that this child being part Joel meant it wasn’t going to give up, that it was going to be there no matter how hard they had to fight, and fuck did you already love the little devil, but the worry it brought left you breaking apart. 

Hearing your name shouted pulled you from your thoughts. Jerking your head you met Joel’s worried and confused look as he said, “Come on, Tommy is gonna go start a fire for us all to warm up an’ I spotted some deer tracks so you an’ me are gonna go see if we can find anything…..you good?”

Looking around, you noticed the three of you had reached the next sign in spot on the patrol route while you had been lost in your thoughts. Turning back to Joel you nodded before sliding from your horse and tying her up.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just got a little lost in thought. Sorry.”

Joel just nodded slowly, his worried look not leaving, before he nodded his head to the right, saying, “The tracks lead this way.”

You nod, and grab your rifle from your shoulder, and start to follow after him, watching the tracks as the two of you go. It didn’t take long to catch up to the deer, the pretty female gazing on an open patch of grass only a fifteen minute or so walk from where you both had left Tommy and the horses. Quietly, both you and Joel looked through your scopes that the deer as she slowly stepped and ate at the patch of grass. You had had a clear shot, and were about to take it, knowing Joel’s own was blocked by a thin tree in front of him, but you paused when you saw movement next to her and that’s when you saw the small fauntling clinging close to its mother’s legs.

For some reason all of your worries came to a head as you saw the two together, and your hands shook as you put your rifle down. Joel turned to you confused as he had yet to notice the baby, so you just turned to him and shook your head and pressed your fingers to your lips before pointing to the deer and cradling your arms, signing to him that she had a baby with her. Joel took another quick look and sighed, putting his rifle down as well when he finally saw the fawn. 

The two of you started back to Tommy to tell him that the prints had been a dead end, but halfway back you couldn’t help but pause, and say, “Do you ever feel jealous of them?”

Confused, Joel turned to look at you where you stood and shook his head as he said, “What?”

You sigh and refuse to meet his eyes as you motion back to where the deer were, clearing your throat.

“The animals. Do you ever get jealous over how they aren’t chased after like we are, how they can’t turn into monsters that become murderous and hunt down the rest of their species? They just have to worry about running fast enough away from those of us that are living so they don’t become some terribly seasoned stew.”

Joel takes a step towards you, reaching a hand out to cup your shoulder, and says your name, “Where is this coming from? Does this have to do with what’s had you so stressed lately?”

You opened your mouth to reply, to brush it all away and just say nevermind, that it didn’t matter it was only a thought, but you met Joel’s eyes, the hazel swirling with concern and his voice laced with the need to help. In that moment every reply is lost to your tongue and your eyes swell with tears as you utter the words you’d been so terrified to share.

“Joel, I’m pregnant.”

The seconds ticked like hours as you realized you finally let the truth slip. As you watched the emotions filter over Joel’s face. Surprise, confusion, worry….wonder. His eyes danced around your figure as a single tear finally slipped.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded choppily and you gave him a timid smile.

“Yeah…turns out you were right months ago, it was never the flu,” you paused, taking a shuddering breath before continuing, “I…. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I-I just didn’t know how and my head kept fueling all these ‘what ifs’ around my thoughts and I just didn’t know how to handle it but god I should have told you and I am sorry.”

Gently, Joel cupped your face and wiped away the tears that had fallen as you apologized. He looked at you like you had just whispered to him the secret cure to the infection, one that didn’t involve Ellie. 

Joel’s eyes bounced between your own as he asked, “How far….how far along are you?”

“Almost three and a half months,” you reply, your stress slowly fading to the background and slipping away.

Joel, as if he could see all of your doubts over the last three months, looks you right in the eye as he says, “You don’t have to worry anymore. Nothing will happen to either of you, not under my watch.”

Have an idea or headcannon you want written for Joel? My askbox is open! Feel free to send it to me! Thanks for reading and check out my other Joel fics! <3

Masterlist

#joel x reader #joel miller x reader

[smartycvnt]

Needles

Title: Needles

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: Your seemingly routine doctor's visit requires something a little more than what you know you can handle.

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WC: 442

Your hands were shaking before you even made it into the building. Rhea was holding onto your arm as the two of you made your way towards the doctor's office. This appointment was necessary, but if Rhea wasn't there, you never would have made it out of the car. You weren't sure what exactly it was about doctor's offices that you hated, but you had never been good going to the doctor. Even as a little kid, you had been prone to fits of anxiety and panic whenever your mother took you to the doctor. It only got worse whenever you started getting shots and bloodwork done. That was when you had started to only go whenever something was really wrong.

"I don't know about this, can't we reschedule?" you asked as you tried to pull away from Rhea.

"No, you rescheduled twice already. Hunter's gonna send a wellness check if you don't get going," Rhea told you. You huffed as you let her drag you into the office. The two of you sat in the waiting area until the nurse came to get you. You started to feel silly about how nervous you had gotten as you went through the more routine bits of the check up like getting your weight checked and the blood pressure.

"Alright, if you'll come this way, we'll draw some blood and run our tests," the doctor told you.

"Blood draw? Is there something wrong with me?" you asked. Rhea could see your mind start going a million miles a minute. She was quick to step up next to you and hold onto your hand. "Rhea, I think there's something wrong with me?"

"No, it's fine. Take a few deep breaths, it's fine. Everybody has to get tests sometimes, it's normal. They want to make sure that you're okay to come back. You want to come back, don't you?" Rhea asked you. You nodded as you slid off of the bench and followed the doctor down to where they drew blood. Rhea stayed close by the entire time and kept talking to you to distract you from the blood draw. It was over quicker than you had expected, and you hadn't passed out which both you and Rhea took as a win.

"I'd love to never do that again," you said as you got into the car.

"You're good for at least six months on the doctor's appointment," Rhea told you. You knew that there was a stipulation to that, you'd have to be cleared from this doctor first. It was just better for you not to think about that part, neither of you mentioned it.

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #my writing

[weskerssunglasses]

Random scenario! You can choose any Wesker you want

“Visiting Wesker in his lab.”

It could be in format of headcanons :)

I actually did this as a drabble bc 1. Im down bad and 2. I like this sm 😩 I went for Umbrella-era Wesker so thats why he's a little softer than RE5/Code Veronica Wesker would be

Rating: SFW

TWs/CWs: gn!reader

"Miss Y/N! What are you doing here?"

"William," you greeted, holding up the bag of food you'd brought with you. "Is Wesker still down in his lab? It got to be about 9 and I figured he was gonna skip dinner if I didn't come bother him."

That got a short chuckle out of your boyfriend's colleague. "Sounds about right," he gestured over his shoulder to the elevator and picked up what you assumed was files for his own work. "He should still be down there, say hi to him for me, yeah?"

You assented with a nod and a smile and got in the elevator, your heart going a little harder than it should. You know Wesker needs the Umbrella lab for his work but it's so... unsettling. It has the overly-sanitized look of a hospital and the knowledge of what monsters they're developing in the labs doesn't help you feel safe. When the elevator doors open, you try to shake the uneasy feeling but walk as fast as you can to Wesker's lab nonetheless. You only really feel safe here when you're with him.

When you round the corner to his lab, you're greeted with a familiar sight; paperwork strewn about the countertop, tinted sunglasses thrown haphazardly on top of a briefcase, and Wesker himself hunched over a microscope with an open laptop near by. You know he knows you're there, but you stand in the doorway and watch him work for a moment. You don't see this side of him much unless you come down here, which you try to avoid as much as possible.

After a minute you step in, shaking the bag at your side to get his attention. "Hello, Doctor," you tease as he half turns to face you, but you can tell his mind is still on work with the way his eyes drift from you.

"What are you doing here?" "It's 10 o'clock at night."

He gives you a look that screams and? which you match with a sigh. You set the bag down on the counter, not minding the paperwork, and take a little joy in the way his eye twitches in annoyance. It's nice knowing you're the only one who can get away with annoying him so openly. "I brought you dinner. You've been here all day too, I wanted to see you."

He's quiet for a moment while he digs through the bag, lifting out the Mexican takeout container. "Thank you," he mutters begrudgingly, but you smile nonetheless. "Did you already eat?"

You hum and sit in the chair across from his work bench. "I ate at 5 like a normal person." Your snark is met with an eye roll, but the smile ghosting his lips takes the bite out of it. While he eats you listen to him talk about his day, which isn't far from the usual; all of his colleagues are fools, he can't wait until he can jump ship from Umbrella, Chris is driving him up a wall, etc. You like catching him like this, for the most part he lets his guard down around you so he gets more animated than normal. He's gesturing with his fork, his facial expressions are more pronounced, and he's much more chatty than usual.

It's casual moments like this that remind you why you fell in love with him.

He finishes eating and tosses the container in the garbage, bringing his full attention back to you. "Are you content now that i've eaten?"

A familiar anxiety settles in your stomach. You knew he was likely to say no to your next request, but you had to ask. "I'd be more content if you came home with me."

You try to hide your disappointment when he sighs and breaks eye contact with you. "Y/N, you know my work-"

"I know!" You shrink back in your seat when his eyes cut back to you, offended that you interrupted him. "I know your work is important," you start carefully, "but you've barely been home in the last two weeks and when you do come home it's so late that I don't get to see you. I miss you..." The last part is hardly above a whisper, but he hears it all the same. He leans against his work bench and his crosses his arms, and the look he fixes on you makes you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. His eyes and jaw are tight like he's thinking, but he definitely doesn't look happy and you prepare yourself for disappointment.

He's silent for another moment before he sighs and stands up straight, running his hand through his hair. "Fine. I suppose I could use a good night's rest."

Your breath catches in your throat in surprise as you bounce up from your seat. Stepping over to him and putting your hands on his shoulders, you've got a dazzling smile adorning your face.

"Thank you," you whisper, and your words are met with a kiss.

#Capcom bring my boy back #Hc Wesker loves spicy Mexican food #this is kinda short mb ;-; #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil fanfiction #wesker x reader #wesker #albert wesker

[heyiwrotesomethings]

I loved your little Akiko shorts, they melted my heart 🥺 I remember Shinobu and Y/n saying something about adoption. So do you think you could write something about Y/n and Shinobu adopting a child or baby when Akiko is a little older? A boy possibly? It doesn't have to be canon to the other two at all, i'm just curious as to how Akiko would react to a baby sibling.

Parenthood Prt.3

Shinobu Kochou x She /Her Reader Modern AU

A/N: Prt2 Prt4 I’m glad you liked those, thanks! Had some difficulties with this one for some reason, but reading it all together as one piece once I finished it made me feel better about it. Hope you like this one too! Word Count: 6,120

It had started out as any other morning, (Y/n) had gotten herself ready for the day and woke Akiko up to get ready for school while she made breakfast. When Akiko came down stairs and climbed into her chair, she was quieter than usual. (Y/n) took notice right away.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” She asked, pecking Akiko on the forehead once she set her breakfast down before her.

“Momma, where do babies come from?”

Oh no, this question so soon? This was supposed to be Shinobu’s job.

“Uh, where do you think babies come from?” Little did (Y/n) know, she had just opened a huge can of worms.

“Sakura said babies come from mommies and daddies who love each other very much, but I told her she’s wrong because I don’t have a daddy like she does. She said that’s what her momma said, so it’s true and she should know because she has two siblings and another coming and I don’t have any. Now I’m mad at her.”

Oh, (Y/n) and Obanai had wondered why their girls had been so cross at each other when they came to pick them up from school together yesterday. She tried to collect her thoughts and come up with a suitable reply. She really wished Shinobu was awake right now.

“Well, traditionally it is expected that a man and a woman who, uh, love each other will make a baby, yes, but there are other ways too. Like for you, your Kaasan and I talked to a special doctor to have you.” She explained.

“But you still carried me in your tummy like Mitsu-Obachan?”

“Yes, I did.” (Y/n) nodded.

“And how did I get in there? Is it different from how Mitsu-obachan had Sakura?”

‘Ahhh, put me out of my misery.’

“Good morning,” Shinobu yawned, she was still in her pajamas, hair disheveled, milking her day off for all it was worth.

‘Oh thank god.’

“Kaasan knows all about the process, she can answer all of your questions.” (Y/n) kissed her wife good morning and left abruptly.

Shinobu turned in her chair, surprised by (Y/n)’s sudden departure. Slowly, she turned back around and leaned over the table.

“What are we talking about this morning, busy bee?”

“Momma was gonna tell me how I got in her tummy.”

Ah, everything made sense to Shinobu now. She smiled to herself. She never understood why her wife was so nervous about this talk.

“Is that all? I can tell you all about it. When your momma and I decided we were ready for a baby, we went to visit one of my colleagues, a person I work with, to talk about our options. We decided on in vitro fertilisation which is a fancy way of saying we took a piece of your momma and a piece of a nice man from a donor list and then doctor put both of those pieces back inside of your momma to make you!” Shinobu smiled wider, pleased with her own watered down explanation, until Akiko frowned, her lip wobbled noticeably.

“What’s wrong, Akiko?” Shinobu switch chairs to sit next to her daughter and drape an arm around her.

“Why don’t I have a part of Kaasan?” Akiko sniffled, poking Shinobu in the chest. “Why did you need a man to do it? Didn’t you want me?”

Okay maybe (Y/n) was right, this was harder than she thought it would be.

“Of course I wanted you, that’s why we went through all those steps. The way human biology works and how far science is at this point, two women usually aren’t able to make a baby together. And you do have parts of me, honey.“

“I do?” Akiko looked up at Shinobu with big, shiny eyes.

“Mhm, I see quite a bit of myself in you. My mannerisms, my attitude… and you’ll always have a part of my heart.” Shinobu kissed Akiko on the nose and tickled her sides, making the little girl giggle and try to wiggle away. Shinobu eased her attack and pulled Akiko into her lap to hug her more easily and rest her cheek on the top of her head as she rocked in her seat.

“Does that make you feel better?”

“Yeah.”

“Any other questions?”

Akiko was quiet for a minute, thinking, then she asked,

“So is it hard? Is that why I don’t have any siblings like Sakura and Kotaro do?”

“It does take time, and it doesn’t always work. We felt very lucky that you seemed to come so easily. It was a very rewarding experience, but neither your momma nor I were too keen to go that route again.”

Shinobu shifted a little in her seat. She and (Y/n) had discussed adoption. When Akiko was two they got on a list, but that had been about four or five years ago and they hadn’t heard anything back yet. Shinobu had been just about ready to pick up a kid off the street at one point, but they had gotten used to the waiting.

Now she wondered if she should let Akiko know. If they had completed an adoption when she was two or three, it probably would not have mattered whether they tried to explain it to her or not. She certainly was old enough to understand now, but Shinobu didn’t want to get Akiko’s hopes up and disappoint her with how long the wait could be. They could still wait for years to come until they removed themselves from the list.

On the other hand, it would be good for Akiko to know. Shinobu couldn’t imagine Akiko coming home from school at age thirteen or so and be pleasantly surprised by a new sibling suddenly appearing. That’s basically what happened with her and Kanae, and though she loved Kanao dearly, some warning from her parents would have been nice. Shinobu nodded to herself.

“We’ve been on an adoption list for a few years. Do you know what that means?” She asked.

Akiko pursed her lips in thought, her cute little face scrunched.

“I think I heard it before but I don’t know.”

“That’s okay, adoption, in this context, means taking in a child and raising it as your own. We want to take in a child who needs a family.”

“So I could have a sister or brother?” Akiko turned in Shinobu’s lap to face her fully, eyes gleaming.

“Possibly,” Shinobu carefully confirmed, “If our family is deemed a match for someone, then yes, but I want you to remember that we’ve already been waiting a while, and there is no sign that it will be happening anytime soon. Do you understand?”

Akiko nodded vigorously, though she still looked really excited.

A few seconds later, (Y/n) peeked her head around the corner. Eyes flitting between Shinobu and Akiko, searching a bit anxiously.

“We need to start packing up for school. Unless anyone thinks we should call in sick and have an extended talk?”

Before Akiko could enthusiastically call for a day off, Shinobu covered her mouth with her hand, ignoring the slimy tongue that met her fingers in quick retaliation.

“No need for that. Akiko, finish your toast and I’ll get your backpack. We can discuss more after school if you wish.” Shinobu grinned.

Her daughter shot daggers at her and slid off her lap. She nibbled on the toast like a disgruntled mouse while Shinobu walked over to her wife and kissed her quickly, giving her a reassuring side hug as well.

“Everything went fine. See, easy.” Shinobu boasted only loud enough for (Y/n) to hear.

“I’m glad you had such an easy time. It’s because you’re better at explaining these things than I am.” (Y/n) didn’t bat an eye at Shinobu’s smugness. She was just glad she had avoided whatever version of the birds and the bees talk Shinobu gave her.

“There’s still plenty to discuss. I’m sure you won’t be able to hide behind me every time she has a difficult question.”

“Shinobuuuu!” (Y/n) groaned while her wife laughed, amused to have witnessed two near identical expressions in such rapid succession, and passed her by to collect Akiko’s backpack.

All packed up, Shinobu saw her family out and waved at them from the doorway as they drove off. When she couldn’t see the car anymore, she went back inside, grabbed some breakfast and slipped back into bed. Before she could drift back into sleep, her phone rang and it was her turn to groan and curse as she twisted beneath the covers to retrieve her phone from the nightstand.

Pressing the phone to her ear with a gruff greeting, she sat up in bed wide awake once more as she heard the person on the line introduce themself and their reason for calling.

Talk about timing.

***

Akiko was beyond excited, and even a little smug, after having to spend the night with the Kanroji family while her parents had to travel all the way to Hokkaido to pick up her new brother.

Sakura stuck her tongue out at her before she was ushered into the kindergarten classroom by Himejima-Sensei. She was still a little grumpy about her mother’s addendums to her baby explanation, but she would get over it before the day was out.

Akiko strode proudly into her first grade classroom and told everyone who would listen about her new baby brother that would be waiting for her at home.

After school, Shinobu came to pick Akiko up and the little girl bounced up to her and tugged on Shinobu’s shirt excitedly.

“Where is he? Where is Shin?” She chanted excitedly.

“He’s settling in at home with your momma. Ready to go meet him?”

“Yes!” Akiko yelled, rushing to the car to let herself into the back seat.

Shinobu hopped into the driver’s seat and made sure Akiko buckled in before driving back home.

“Now, he’s very shy and more than a little overwhelmed right now so try to hold the excitement back a bit, okay bee?”

“I’ll try!”

It took every fiber in Akiko’s being not to run inside and turn the house upside down. She did however, pass up Shinobu and opened the door, rapidly turning her head from side to side.

When no one was immediately visible, she assumed they must be up in the guest room. Well, what was previously the guest room.

Akiko speed walked up the stairs and peaked her head into the room, surprised to see a small boy who only looked a little younger than her, coloring with (Y/n) on the floor.

“That’s not a baby.” Akiko noted, pushing the door all the way open so she could walk in.

The boy’s head shot up and he froze for a moment, before he scooted to hide behind (Y/n) who chuckled softly.

“It’s alright, Shin. It’s only Akiko, the girl I’ve been telling you about.”

“You’re my new brother?”

“Akiko, come sit. Where is your Kaasan?”

“Here,” Shinobu called from the hall and stepped inside, “I was left in the dust.”

“I’m confused.” Akiko sat down and looked at the scribbles Shin had made, “I thought you were getting a baby. He’s too big to be a baby.”

(Y/n) and Shinobu laughed and Shin peaked his head around, trying to decipher what was so funny. They hadn’t realized Akiko was expecting a newborn baby, but perhaps they could have been more clear. It all happened so suddenly that there hadn’t been time for much discussion.

“You’re right, he isn’t a baby,” (Y/n) craned her head back to look at Shin, “can you show Akiko how old you are?”

The boy scooted further behind (Y/n), but after a few moments, his hand came into view, three little fingers on display.

“This many.” He quietly shared and then his hand disappeared once more.

Akiko moved on her hands and knees to peer behind her mother and show Shin her own hands.

“I’m six!” She excitedly shared.

This wasn’t so bad. Sure, she expected a tiny baby, but she had seen plenty of babies between the Kanroji family and her new baby cousin, Yuya. Babies were always sleeping or crying. They couldn’t talk or play, but Shin could!

“Can I color with you? Do you wanna play Candy Land? Do you wanna play tag? Do you wanna try hanafuda? I can teach you.”

“One thing at a time, busy bee.” Shinobu chuckled. “We have all the time in the world.”

Shin peeked out from behind (Y/n) again and whispered with big eyes,

“Candy Land?”

“Candy Land!” Akiko ran out of the room to retrieve the game.

***

“Are you kidding me? The plum?” Shinobu groaned.

She was almost to the Queen Frostine portion of the board when she drew the next card to reveal a plum that would be taking her nearly to the beginning of the game.

She hated Candy Land. It was so simple, but she could never win! Well, she was playing with her kids (kids, plural! AH!) and she would rather have one of them win, but still! It was an insult!

“Too bad, Kaasan.” Akiko shook her head.

“Too bad.” Shin parroted, looking genuinely upset on Shinobu’s behalf. Such an empathetic boy.

“It’s alright,” Shinobu sighed, “the peanut brittle card is still in there I think. I’m not out of this yet.”

Shinobu stayed to play Candy Land with the children while (Y/n) went to get dinner ready. She was happy to see that though Shin still appeared nervous, he was willingly engaging with them and seemed to be having a good time despite his nerves. She was glad Akiko was such a good kid, Shin needed a good big sister like her in his life.

“Your turn, Shin.” Akiko reminded him.

Shin reached out and gently took a card from the pile, revealing double purples.

“Lucky! You’re almost there!” Akiko cheered as Shin carefully moved his yellow gingerbread man onto the second closest purple space on the path before him.

“My turn!”

Akiko drew her card, a single green square. Now if she could just get a purple, she would win! It was the same for Shin too, however. It was neck and neck… except for Shinobu who bitterly took her next card.

“Really?!” Shinobu landed on a cherry pit, dooming her to stay on the orange space she had landed on until she picked another orange card.

She groaned and laid out on the floor like she had been shot. Akiko laughed and plopped down hard on Shinobu’s stomach, knocking the wind out of the poor woman.

Shin watched the scene with a sense of fascination, but when Akiko called for him to join her when Shinobu gained the upper hand by flipping her over and laying all of her dead weight on the little girl, Shin did not join in on the roughhousing. Instead, he took the next card, revealing the purple card he needed to win.

“Aw, what?” Akiko crawled out from under her mom to look at the card more closely before conceding her defeat. “You won, good job, Shin! I almost had you though.”

“Thank you for putting me out of my misery, bud.”

Shinobu held out her hand expecting a high five, but Shin didn’t seem to understand what she was doing. He did however, take hold of her hand which made Shinobu smile.

She had been a little worried that Shin didn’t like her. She knew they had known each other for less than a week, and that this was a big change in the child’s life, and she knew he would grow more comfortable as time went on and he felt like he was in a stable, safe environment, but she couldn’t help but be a little worried. Small moments like this reassured her that she must be doing something right.

“How is it going up here?” (Y/n) asked, peeking into the room.

“Shin won! Kaasan lost.” Akiko relayed helpfully.

“Hey, you didn’t exactly win either.” Shinobu reminded.

“I sure did better than you though.” Akiko said smugly.

“Oh ho, you are just asking for it, huh?”

“Hey, let’s not start anything. Dinner is ready, come on.” (Y/n) gestured for the three to follow her out.

Shinobu stood up with a small grunt of effort, Shin still gripped however many of her fingers his little hand could hold. She pointed her free hand towards Akiko.

“This isn’t over.”

Akiko giggled and stuck her tongue out at Shinobu before taking off down the hall after (Y/n), looking for a barrier of safety.

Shinobu shook her head and smiled down at Shin.

“Hungry, bud?

Shin looked up at her, a puzzled look on his face. Then he stated matter-of-factly,

“Shin, not bud.”

Shinobu chuckled, “You are right. I’m sorry. Do you not like that nickname?”

Shin didn’t seem to have anything more to say on the subject. He pointed to the door and looked at Shinobu expectantly.

“Din’der?”

“Yeah, let’s go eat dinner.” Shinobu led Shin out of his room and followed (Y/n) and Akiko downstairs.

Dinner went well. While everyone enjoyed their meal, (Y/n) and Shinobu discussed the arrival date of the rest of Shin’s belongings and whether or not they should shop for room decor and clothes online or in person.

They felt like new parents all over again. Only this time nothing seemed ready. You would think that the agency would have given them more time to actually prepare for the boy after having them wait for years without so much as a peep.

They were still virtually strangers to their son, and he was so shy and withdrawn. It was hard not to just scoop him up and shower him with love. Shinobu remembered when Kanao first came home it was similar, only she had been older than Shin was now. It took weeks for her to even say a full sentence. Granted, Kanao’s situation had been more volatile than Shin’s from what they knew, but they thought it was no less important that they only went as far as Shin was willing to go until they had established a strong foundation of trust with him.

“What do you think, Shin? Do you want to take a train to go to a big store with a lot of people or look at pictures online and pick that way?” (Y/n) asked.

Shin didn’t seem to know how to answer that question and continued munching on his dumplings.

“We can start simpler. How about a color to paint your room?” Shinobu asked. “I know you said you like yellow, do you want yellow walls?”

Shin seemed to perk up a bit at the idea.

“Tomorrow we’ll look at colors then and you can decide which one you want, okay?”

Shin gave a short, jerky nod and a small smile creeped over his lips.

“My room is green. You should come see it.” Akiko grinned. “I got a bunch of bugs and flower stickers too. You come to my room and I’ll show you all of them.”

“That’s a good thought, Akiko.” (Y/n) praised, “Are there and animals you like, Shin? Or other things like sports, airplanes, space?”

“Stars?” Shin perked up, “stars?”

“You like stars?” Shinobu asked. She was excited that Shin was excited, but did her best to keep her voice calm.

“Stars.” Shin confirmed.

“Well, that’s certainly a start.” (Y/n) smiled at Shinobu.

Just take it one step at a time.

After dinner, Akiko and Shin washed up and went back upstairs so Akiko could tell Shin all about her bugs. As (Y/n) and Shinobu washed the dishes and put away the leftovers, they talked.

“They seem to be getting along so far.” (Y/n) noted, listening to the little feet pound up the stairs.

“It helps that Akiko is so friendly. She’s grown a lot.” Shinobu nodded, handing (Y/n) another dish to dry.

While their parents were talking downstairs, Akiko paraded Shin around her room and showed him every bug and flower that adorned her walls and gave him a little fact about each one.

He was a little afraid of the spider stickers, but he received the other information well.

“Come on, let’s make a fort!” Akiko urged, already pushing her desk chair closer to her bed.

Shin watched her drape a some of her blanket over the chair and tuck another corner under a pile of books on her shelf, making a roof over the space near the edge of her bed. Then, she encouraged Shin to join her in piling a bunch of pillows and stuffed animals within the space.

“Isn’t this cool?”

Shin nodded.

“Make yourself comfy and I’ll show you the book of flowers Kanae-Obachan gave to me. You’re gonna really like her, she’s very nice. Nemi-Ojisan may look a little scary, but he’s nice too. And then there’s Kotaro and Yuya, they’re our cousins and there’s Kanao-Obachan too, and the Kanroji’s are like family too and… hm, woah, there’s a lot of people for you to meet. They’ll all like you a lot so you don’t have to be scared.”

Shin didn’t really appear to be listening as he pages through the flower book to look at all the pictures. It was probably too much for him to think about anyway. Occasionally he’d point out a flower to Akiko and she would tell him what it was called and what the page said about it.

When (Y/n) and Shinobu finished cleaning up, they headed up stairs and seeing the light coming from Akiko’s room, they entered.

“Awwww,” (Y/n) hugged Shinobu from the sheer adorableness of it all, “look at them!” She whispered excitedly.

Shinobu returned the hug and looked on with a fond expression.

Within the crudely made fort, Akiko and Shin slept soundly, surrounded by stuffed animals and opened books. It took everything for the two women to keep their voices low as they observed the scene together. If they could have stayed to watch them all night, they would have, but they needed to sleep too.

Shinobu turned off the light, and quietly closed the door. Then the parents went to their bedroom and wondered fondly what the future would bring.

***

“Good job, Shin.” Shinobu praised.

Shin tilted his head down and smiled shyly.

The yellow paint, glow stars, and solar system stickers had arrived and it became a family effort to paint the room. Children supervised of course.

Shin painted dutifully in the lower corner of the room while Akiko went a little wild with it and painted a whole stripe around the perimeter, minus the window thanks to (Y/n)’s quick reaction.

They took a break for lunch while the first coat dried and then went right back at it.

“Hey!” (Y/n) gasped and looked down at her calf, now sporting a stripe of yellow.

She was about to scold Akiko for the act, but caught her wife’s mischievous smile and casted a playful glare her way.

“Shinobu!”

“Uh oh, Kaasan’s in trouble.” Akiko giggled.

“Hm? I’m just painting the room like everyone else. Right, Shin?”

Shin shook his head, selling Shinobu out instantly and sealing her fate.

“Oh? Darling, there appears to be something on your cheek,” (Y/n) dipped her finger in the paint tray and swiftly swiped it across Shinobu’s nose and cheek before her wife could escape.

“Oops, I made it worse.”

“Come here you!”

“Ah haha!”

Shinobu grabbed her wife around the waist and rubbed her face on (Y/n)’s rumpled old shirt.

Akiko was full of delight, laughing and taking turns cheering for one mother over the other depending on who looked like they had the upper hand.

Shin looked a little perplexed by the tussle, but seemed entertained regardless, clapping along with Akiko when Shinobu finally had (Y/n) wheezing breathlessly on the ground from laughing too much.

And then mischievous purple eyes framed with smudged yellow paint turned their attention on the two children. Without looking away, Shinobu dipped her already yellowed fingers with a fresh coat of paint, prompting her daughter to shriek.

“She’s gonna paint us!” Akiko tried to dance around her mom and dart out the door, but Shinobu was faster and lined Akiko’s arm with yellow polka dots.

“Nooo!” Akiko giggled and swiped at her arm, wiping the excess on Shinobu’s shirt.

Shin stared up at Shinobu with big eyes and made no attempt to retreat. Shinobu crouched down before him with a gentle smile.

“Boop!” She pressed a single dot of paint upon the back of his hand.

Shin, looked at the dot and rubbed at it, causing it to smudge. He then looked to Shinobu again and offered his arm expectantly.

“You want more?” Shinobu confirmed, before dotting more blobs of paint up the boy’s arm.

He giggled quietly and presented his arm, showing how they all matched.

They finished painting the room much slower than they should have, but they had a blast doing it. The clean up was a little messy, but once they were all clean they left the room alone to dry and headed downstairs to rest and watch a movie.

Shin surprised Shinobu by crawling into her lap to watch the colorful characters on screen. Was this what cat and dog people felt like when they were chosen to be a resting spot? Shinobu refrained from getting up or adjusting her seat until Shin got up of his own volition to join Akiko on the floor. She was relieved for the opportunity to stretch a bit but she did miss the contact.

Then (Y/n) laid down to rest her head in Shinobu’s lap and she didn’t feel as disappointed anymore.

They ordered dinner in that night and made sure everyone completed their nightly routine since it had been skipped out on the night before. Shin slept in Akiko’s room again while the paint dried in his room over night.

Everything seemed to be going so well. It really looked like it would be smooth sailing.

Until Shinobu had to go in to work three week later.

Even though she and (Y/n) had requested time off and Shinobu had cashed in a good chunk of her vacation days, there was something going on with an experiment that only she seemed to be able to fix.

She begrudgingly got ready to leave for the lab said her goodbyes and was nearly out the door when Shin grabbed her jacket, pulling her back.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll be back in a couple hours,” she stroked his hair, “You‘ll be okay.”

“No go!” Shin cried, attempting to pull Shinobu back into the living room.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll be back. Momma will play with you.”

“It’s alright, Shin. Want to play more Candy Land?” (Y/n) suggested, crouching before him.

“No go! No go!” Shin sobbed into Shinobu’s legs.

Both women looked at each other with troubled expressions. It was just about enough to make them want to cry as well. He was growing attached to them, which was good, but now he was afraid to be without them.

Like when Akiko had to go back to school on Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and… well, yeah.

And there was when (Y/n) had gone outside to do some yard work without telling anyone and Shinobu could not understand why Shin was so upset until (Y/n) finally came back inside and he ran to her and wrapped his arms around her legs. He didn’t leave her side for the rest of the day.

It was a difficult situation to be in. They knew his fear of abandonment was very real and strong, but as much as they would like to, they couldn’t be together all the time. He would need to learn to trust that the risks were not as high as he believed.

Shinobu crouched to the ground and wrapped Shin up in her arms for a few beats before pushing him back a bit to talk to him on his level.

“I know, I know, you want me to stay, but it’ll be like when we leave Akiko at school, I’ll be back.”

“No go!”

“Hey,” Shinobu softly coaxed, “don’t cry, you won’t be alone. You have momma, see? She’ll be with you the whole time, isn’t that right?”

“That’s right.” (Y/n) nodded, kneeling beside Shin, “We could draw, read, or play a game…”

“No!”

“Oh dear.”

“What if you two just came in with me.” Shinobu suggested.

“Are you sure?”

“Maybe if he knows where I’m going, it’ll seem less scary? I don’t know. I don’t want to leave you to try to calm him down yourself.”

“It wouldn’t be the first upset child I’ve faced, but yeah, maybe we should give it a shot.”

And then the doorbell rang.

“Oh what now?” Shinobu groaned, rising to her feet, she turned to open the door and was surprised to see her sisters and baby Yuya until she remembered they had planned to visit for the day.

“Bad timing?” Kanao smiled sympathetically.

“Oh no, poor little man.” Kanae cooed, “What’s wrong?”

Shin hiccuped and rubbed his eyes. He looked between the new woman and his Kaasan, noting their similar faces.

“I completely forgot you guys were coming today. I got called in to take care of some lab issues and Shin won’t let me go… it totally slipped my mind, come on in, please.” Shinobu ushered.

“That’s alright, happens to the best of us.” Kanae teased. She handed Yuya off to (Y/n) who took him happily, and crouched at Shinobu’s feet to get a better look at the little boy clinging to her sister.

“Hi! My, you sure are cute!”

“Long hair… Kaasan?” Shin questioned.

Kanae chuckled and shook her head, “I’m Kanae, your Kaasan’s sister, your aunt!” Kanae pulled Kanao down with her, “and this is Kanao, your Kaasan’s other sister, and your other aunt.”

“Hello.” Kanao smiled.

“Hi…” Shin hiccuped, half hiding behind Shinobu.

Shinobu’s nose wrinkled a bit when she felt him rub his runny nose on her pants. But such was life with small children.

“Will you tell me why you’re so sad, Shin?” Kanae asked.

“Kaasan no go.” Shin explained as best he knew how and Kanae nodded in understanding.

“I see. You don’t want your Kaasan to go, but she needs to go help make people feel better.”

Ever sweet and patient Kanae could have had Shin eating out of the palm of her hand as she spoke to him. (Y/n) and Shinobu started at each other in slack jawed awe at Kanae’s prowess. Before long, Shin was kissing Shinobu on the cheek goodbye and tentatively sidling up to (Y/n) and baby Yuya.

“Uh, I’ll be back in a couple hours.” Shinobu blinked, opening the front door, “I’ll pick Akiko up after I’m done… and Kotaro too of course, then you better teach me your secrets, Nee-san.”

Kanae laughed and nodded, “Will do! Don’t worry about Kotaro, he has baseball practice and Sanemi will take him home when he’s done.”

“Drive safe.” Kanao waved.

“Love you.” (Y/n) waved using Yuya’s tiny hand.

“Love you, see ya in a bit.” Shinobu stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

Shin didn’t cry again, but knowing that Shinobu would be gone for awhile left him looking very uneasy.

“Shin, want to show your aunts what a good job you did decorating your room?” (Y/n) suggested. Hopefully a little distraction would ease his mind for at least a little while.

“You like stars?” He asked Kanae and Kanao seriously.

“I love stars.” Kanae swore.

“Stars are cool. We’d love to see them.” Kanao agreed.

“When you turn the light off they glow.” Shin told them as they climbed the stairs.

Kanae and Kanao ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at all the right times. Even though Kanao still wasn’t very well versed in deciphering the speech of small children, despite now having one niece, three nephews, and there were a couple of the Kamado siblings to take into account as well, she followed the cues of the young boy’s excitement and reacted accordingly.

They spent a lot of time playing in Shin’s room. And a few hours later, just as promised, Shinobu came home with Akiko and Shin went down the stairs as fast as he could when he heard the door open.

“Hi, Shin!” Akiko skipped right up to him, an unruly, giant piece of paper in her hands, Look what I made in school. It’s a family portrait!” She puffed her chest out proudly, “I got full marks in it.”

“That me?” Shin pointed.

“Yeah, and me and Momma and Kaasan.”

“That looks beautiful, Akiko. Well done.” (Y/n) praised as she walked down the stairs with the rest of the group.

“Kanao-obachan!” Akiko pounced on her younger aunt.

“Hey,” Kanao for her arms up to catch the girl just before she was completely bowled over.

“What about me?” Kanae faux pouted.

“And me.” (Y/n) matching Kanae’s pout.

Ever since Akiko was a baby, she seemed to gravitate towards Kanao, and Giyuu as well when he was around. She just liked the quieter types apparently. Akiko insists that Kanao is the funniest person she knows, but whatever Kanao did to led her to that conclusion seemed to be a secret between the two. As neither would elaborate on the matter.

“Just a second!” Akiko promised.

She whispered in Kanao’s ear and received a whisper in turn that had her howling with laughter.

“Seriously, what is so funny?” Shinobu was at her wits end with those two, especially when all Kanao gave her was a smile and a shrug.

“You wouldn’t get it Kaasan, you’re too old.” Akiko not so helpfully explained.

“I’m only a couple years older than her!” Shinobu cried indignantly.

Shinobu got her revenge by whispering a plea of assistance in her ear. They laughed and when Akiko asked what was funny, Shinobu’s eyes sparked with victory as she replied smugly,

“You wouldn’t get it, you’re too young.”

Akiko stuck her tongue out at her mother as she gave Kanae and Yuya a hug.

Shin, tugged on Shinobu’s hand and cupped his other hand over his ear.

“You want to hear?” Shinobu kneeled down and whispered a bunch of nonsense into Shin’s ear, making him giggle.

“Hey!” Akiko accused, “he’s younger than me, why’s he get to hear?”

“Shinobu, you are treading on thin ice.” (Y/n) warned. Her wife tended to tease too much sometimes.

“Okay, okay, come here.” Shinobu motioned Akiko over and gave her the same nonsense babble treatment and instead of laughing, she looked shocked.

“How did you figure it out?” She turned to Kanao, “We need to come up with a new code, Kanao-obachan.”

***

When Yuya began to get fussy, Kanae took it as a sign that they had better head home. Everyone got their hugs in and though Shin looked anxious to see them leave, another reassurance from Kanae eased him.

“Seriously, how?” Shinobu shook her head, arms crossed.

“Your sisters are just magical I guess.” (Y/n) answered.

“And what about me?” Shinobu batted her eyelashes.

“Debatable.”

Shinobu pursed her lips and (Y/n) took off into the house, using Shin and Akiko as shields.

Shin giggled and squealed right alongside Akiko as Shinobu charged in.

“Save me!” (Y/n) beseeched, ushering the children forward, “Together we can win!”

“Are you turning our children against me now? Hey!”

Shinobu was lowered to the ground by the weight of three bodies pulling her to the ground.

“Traitors!” Shinobu laughed.

When Shinobu stopped struggling, they took a breather, all laid out on the floor together.

“Candy Land?” Shin asked when everyone caught their breath.

“Candy Land!” (Y/n) and Akiko answered.

“Ugh, fine.” Shinobu sighed, though she smiled.

When it was time to go to bed, (Y/n) and Shinobu tucked Shin and Akiko into Shin’s bed.

“It’s Friday,” Akiko had reasoned. She didn’t have school so she could stay up a little later and have a sleepover with Shin.

The parents took turns reading a couple of books and when they finished, they kissed the children goodnight and wished them sweet dreams. They turned off the lights and the stars on the ceiling glowed faintly.

When the door closed, Akiko and Shin pointed at the stars and made up constellations until they couldn’t keep their eyes open anymore.

Shin fed off of the love and joy that surrounded him and looked up at the glowing stars on his ceiling once more before his tired eyes fell shut.

Even if he ever found himself among those celestial bodies and far away someday, he knew he’d feel the love he found here no matter how far away he was.

He felt at home.

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[i-love-river-song]

chapter 4!!!

@pheonixed

“So, what did you do last night?” The Doctor asks, hands clasped together and leaning on the console. “Well I do know I got quite drunk. I was having a rough night and decided to get pissed by myself and watch a movie, which I started, but then I think I went to look something up about something in the movie, but I fell down a wikipedia rabbit hole, and was reading about the Roald Dahl Plass, you know the big oval area right outside here. I’m a bit of a sad drunk. I started crying about how Roald Dahl is dead, so I went to the oval to… well I don’t really know, mourn, or something? I was very drunk. That’s all I can remember really, then waking up in this.. tardis” You explain. “Interesting” The Doctor remarks.

“Are you gonna say what you did last night?” You question

“Well I already know what I did last night so what’s the point in saying it out loud?”

“Do you not think maybe I want to know? So that I can make sense of things?”

“Ok, nosy”

“I’m not being nosy! Plus I just told you what I did! So who’s the real nosy one?”

“Fine! Fine, I’ll tell you what I did last night.” She rolls her eyes. “Promise not to laugh”

“I was visiting an old friend, he runs a… thing here in Cardiff” she says.

“What is supposed to be funny about that? What would I be laughing at? You are so confusing, Doctor” The Doctor laughs.

“Let’s get back on track, now” She walks round the console to a screen. “That’s no good, we’ll have to wait”

“Wait for what?”

“For it to get dark, don’t want the police coming after us again”

“You. Coming after you. I didn’t do anything.”

“Alright, fine! Doesn’t change the fact that we have to wait for it to get dark! I hate waiting, it’s so boring having to experience time at a normal pace with nothing going on.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

 “Doesn’t matter, explain later, busy waiting”

“You make no sense, Doctor.”

“I get that a lot”

“UGH I’m so bored! What can I do to pass the time!” The Doctor complains after 2 minutes of waiting. “Well maybe we could get to know each other?” You suggest. “Nope! Even more boring than doing nothing, I hate talking about myself. That’s a lie actually, I love talking about myself, but I can’t be bothered right now, maybe later” You roll your eyes.

After a couple of hours of The Doctor fiddling with the console and you just standing around, it’s finally dark and the place is empty. “Alright! Let’s reenact what we did last night! Will jog our memories hopefully!” she says.

You both step out the TARDIS. You walk back into Roald Dahl Plass to where you had sat yourself the night before. The Doctor hovers outside the TARDIS doors waiting for you to move from your spot. You get up as you did before, walking towards the exit. And that was it, you just walked past her.

“Hang on, that’s not right” The Doctor says, frowning, she looks like she’s calculating a hard maths problem. “What’s not right?” You reply, dragging yourself to stand next to her. She stays silent still thinking and processing. “I’m not getting anything, let’s go again.”

“No! One of us is doing something wrong! We’re missing something!” The Doctor is starting to get restless. “Doctor, we’ve done this like a million times! There’s nothing we’re missing! It’s got to be some stupid coincidence!” You shrug your shoulders dramatically. “It’s never a coincidence with me. How about we switch places, since we’re in each other's bodies?” she suggests. You’ll do anything to get this over and done with.

You take The Doctor’s place at the TARDIS doors and she takes yours on the ground. She starts walking to the exit and you walk out the TARDIS, as she comes closer to you you remember something but from her perspective. “Doctor! I remembered something!”

“Me too! What was it?”

“We bumped into each other!”

“I’ve got that too! Right! Back in the TARDIS then, let’s do some digging”

She dashes around the console and holds the screen, moving it around to a keyboard. She mumbles to herself as she types in something. “Ah!” she calls you. “Come and see this!” You walk over and read what she’s found. ‘The mysterious ‘Mammoth Bee’ that has the ability to swap people's bodies’ It shows a diagram of an insect looking thing with antennas in the shape of tusks, that explains the name then. “This is a pretty cool creature! It’s so small and quick, it flies up through people's noses and into their brains and picks up information, memories, your consciousness and all that, and transfers it to the nearest person it can find, then does the whole process again backwards! And they do it to live, they feed off the days spent in the wrong body! Ooh I love that, creatures of the abstract, only ran into one other abstract species before, they’re pretty scary, those angels, these little fleas have nothing on them.” The Doctor is beaming with excitement, you’re sure she’s enjoying this way more than she should. “Brilliant!” You force out a piece of praise to keep her happy. “But how do we fix it?” Her expression quickly changes to a more thoughtful face. “Hmm. Never dealt with these before, I’ll have to come up with something. Oh well, I’m good at improvising!” She puts on a reassuring smile. And it is just that, she seems to know what she’s doing, even though you’re both learning at the same pace.

The Doctor yawns. “You humans can’t stay awake very long, can you? I guess being in a human body means I have smaller tolerance for being awake so long, so annoying. I hate you humans, so little time for anything with you lot.” She yawns again. “I can’t sleep, we have to sort this out, so I can get you back home.” Her eyes are half open and her shoulders slumped as she walks round the console and jots in some numbers with great sloth. “Doctor, I think you should get some rest. I can wait a bit longer, it’s ok.” You assure. “Ok, g’night” she speaks drowsily as she shuffles her way to the bedroom you woke up in. “Night, Doctor.” you whisper half to yourself.

Being in her, apparently not human, body, you’re not tired at all. You think about what to do for a minute. You find yourself walking to the library. Some research wouldn’t hurt, in fact it would probably help. You walk for ages looking for the ‘M’ non fiction section; it takes you just as long to find a book on mammoth bees. You wander to the sofa by the fireplace and plop yourself down. You open the book and start reading until every background noise fades away.

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[theorphaninthetardis]

Chapter Thirty

"There we are!" the Doctor cheers, flipping one final lever. Sophie slides out of the jump seat, half sitting, half laying on the TARDIS' floor. The Doctor walks around the console, flopping down so he can sit cross legged beside her. "Hey, what's wrong, kiddo?"

"I don't know, Doc. Life I guess."

"Hang on, life's a problem? That doesn't sound good. Share with your oldest mate. What's got you down?"

She moves her head to his shoulder. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "Uni starts tomorrow."

"Ah, so just some first day jitters then. This is from the girl who can face down Daleks, Cybermen, and Sontarans without breaking a sweat."

"Daleks, Cybermen, and Sontarans don't laugh at you if you make a mistake. Humans, especially college aged humans, can be cruel."

"I know, Soph. But, c'mon, buck up. You can do this. Look tomorrow straight in the eyes, and tell it to move over, you're coming through."

She smiles, "That makes no sense, you idiot."

"I got that smile from you, didn't I?"

She sits up, sliding from the Time Lords grip, "Thanks, Doc. Time for a new day, I guess."

"You'll seize it. You always do. Go on out there, and be awesome."

"I'm always awesome. Right? Can I get a wahoo?"

He rolls his eyes, jumping to his feet. Grabbing her arms and tugging her up, "Wahoo," he deadpans.

Once on her feet, he pulls her to his chest. Rubbing her arms in a comforting way, he kisses her hair. "Thanks Doc. You're the best honorary big brother a girl could ask for."

He moves his head back, feigning offense, "Honorary? Not a chance. I'm your big brother, you don't have a choice."

"Couldn't ask for anyone better. Love you, Theta Sigma."

"And I love you, Sophia Jaclyn McCoy. Now, you can't stay in my arms forever. Go out there, and be brilliant."

"Promise you'll visit?"

He starts to push her toward the TARDIS doors, trying to stop her stalling. Picking up her backpack, he asks, "That depends, you gonna tell me which Uni you're going to?"

"St. Luke's University. So you will visit, yes?"

"Of course, Soph! I can't leave my little sister alone, now can I. Go on, stop stalling."

She quickly kisses his cheek, grabbing the bag from his hand. He pulls open the TARDIS doors, ushering her out. As soon as she exits the ship, he closes the doors behind her.

"Great. That leaves me to conquer the next stage of life alone. Once more unto the breach, I guess," she mutters to herself, as the box disappears.

As soon as the TARDIS vanishes, the front door of the flat opens, Morgan walking through. "Oh, hey, Soph. You excited 'bout tomorrow?"

She shrugs, making her way to her room. Morgan grabs her wrist before she can disappear. "Hey now. You're the toughest person I know. You can do this. You're absolutely brilliant."

Sophie smiles, "Thanks Mo."

*Next Day*

Sophie stands in the shadows of the looming buildings of St Luke's University. Taking a deep breath, she starts forward into the gaping building in front of her. Climbing the steps she enters the main building of the campus, being met with a large crowd of first year students all gathered in a crowd.

She begins to make her way through the crowd, nodding cordially at the students she passes. She had already studied her schedule at home, and had memorized a map of campus. Sophie knows she's supposed to have a meeting with her advisor, but the maps had a suspicious lack of office numbers.

Once she passes through the large gathering of students, she spies a sign on the wall with an arrow and office numbers. Following the helpful sign, it doesn't take long to find the office. Knocking on the door, the professor sticks her out a moment later. "Oh, hello. You must be Sophie. Welcome to St. Lukes."

The woman has very curly, brown hair, which she put up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She has a pair of loose fitting jeans, and a paint splattered sweater around her small frame. A pair of cat-eyed glasses are perched on her petite nose. Sophie awkwardly takes the proffered hand, "Nice to meet you, Dr. Massey."

"Well, come in, come in," the professor gestures, her harried manner reminding Sophie of her best friend. "You mentioned in your email having some questions about you schedule."

Sophie nods, surveying the office around her. There are bookshelves lining every wall, books, and papers spread out across the coffee table in the center of the room. A desk is tucked in the corner, some photos placed nicely beside the large computer. The rolly chair is in the center of the room, facing the plush fluffy chairs that are just under the window. The professor offers the chair to her, and she slowly sits down, setting her backpack in her lap. "Yes, ma'am. My schedule said I need to take physics of space. I understand that this is an important course, but it seems a bit much for a first semester, no?"

Her professor takes a seat in the rolly chair, rolling toward her advisee. "No, not in the slightest. This is one of the easiest science classes on campus. Not to mention the professor is an amazing teacher. You'll do well."

Sophie looks at her, "Okay, if you're sure, ma'am."

"Oh, I am. Any other questions?"

"No, thank you."

*First Day of Classes*

After a stress filled orientation, the first day of classes finally came along. Her first class is at nine in the morning. Walking into the giant lecture hall, she grabs a seat off to the side, near the center of the room. The whole hall fills up rather quickly, no one wanting to be late on the first day of class. The only issue is, the professor doesn't arrive on time.

At around nine-fifteen he wanders into the room, wearing checked trousers, a t-shirt with a hoodie and frock coat thrown haphazardly over it. His grey hair looks brighter in the fluorescent lighting of the room. He walks straight up to the desk, flopping into the chair, planting his feet in the center of the desk.

"Hello class," he grins.

Sophie drops her head down, it landing on the table with a bang. The students sitting around her all jump, glancing her way. The student beside her leans toward her, "Are you okay?" he questions.

Lifting her head off the table, she whispers, "Yes. I just didn't realize this was our prof. He doesn't exactly seem...professional."

"Dr. Smith? He's great. Everyone says he's the best professor you can get. You should go to his office if you ever get the chance. It's amazing. Apparently all of his quizzes are super easy. You're gonna love this class."

"Sure I am," she grumbles.

The Doctor jumps from his seat, "You will find, on the table in front of you, a little sheet of paper. That's my getting to know you questionnaire. I'll give you all fifteen minutes to fill it out. I expect to have them all done by the end of my class." His eyes scan the room, taking in each and every student. "Memorize the seats you are in today, as these will be the seats you will sit in throughout the semester." He flops back into the desk chair, the classroom once again filling with silence.

The only sound is the scratching of pens on paper, as Sophie slides the page toward her. Glancing over it, she quickly begins filling out all the easy info, such as name, birthday, parents. When she gets to the section on her best friend, she quickly writes, 'My best friend is a pillock named the Doctor.' The room stays the same for the next ten minutes, until the Time Lord at the front of the room jumps to his feet again, "Right. Welcome to class. I'll be your instructor, Doctor Smith, but you can call me the Doctor."

Under her breath, Sophie mutters, "I'd rather call you an idiot."

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[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

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[blooming-violets]

Pinky Promise || TASM Ch. 5

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]

Summary: The aftermath of Hydro-Man’s torment. Peter pays you a visit. 

Warnings: little description of a panic attack

A/N: I apologize for the state of this chapter. Gonna be honest, I struggled to write this one. I don’t think I’m very good at writing all the filler bits between the exciting stuff that happens. I know its not great. Every word felt like I was ripping my hair out. At this point I’m just sending it out there to get it out of my sight so I can move on. I never want to look at this terrible chapter again lol sorry

Tag List: @hannahnikohl @blooo0ooop @anakins-angel @the-winter-queen @queernami

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To say you enjoyed the last four hours of your hospital stay would be a lie. In fact, it had been extremely unpleasant. Apparently when you’d almost drowned, you had inhaled far too much water. Your lungs were struggling to work properly. If you hadn’t come in, there was a high probability that you would have “dry drowned” as the doctor called it. Luckily for you, you also had a broken arm, so you couldn’t really avoid the trip even if you had wanted to. 

You had been x-rayed, poked and prodded, had a needle stuck in your chest to drain fluids, and been wrapped up in a plaster cast. The cast started at the middle of your hand and stopped just before your elbow. When asked what color you wanted it to be, you had chosen red in honor of your new friend. 

Peter had called an ambulance to take you to the hospital. Neither of you owned a car in the city and it was too far a walk after what you had gone through. He helped you onto the front steps when he heard it pull up. He had insisted on giving you some dry clothes to change into but you just didn’t have it in you to move any more than you had to. He chose not come with you, claiming he had something important to do. You had an idea what that thing might have been. 

The hospital was buzzing with talk of this new creature. Hydro-Man he called himself. No one was sure where he came from but patients were being brought in left and right from the damages he was causing. You had been watching news footage of him on the hospital TV's in-between each of your procedures. He had seemed so powerful inside Peter’s tiny bathroom. He was five times that size set loose on the outside world. He loomed like a massive shadow over the city, flooding streets and washing out houses. It would be a miracle if no one died. 

In one of the clips you saw, you watched as Spiderman swung through the city towards the giant water monster, he looked so elegant in his movements. It was almost like watching a dance. You didn’t want to see anything that happened next though. Seeing Hydro-Man again, even on screen, was enough to make your skin crawl. You especially didn’t want see Peter have to fight him. You kept your eyes averted whenever you passed by a tv. 

Eventually you were let free from your treatments. You couldn’t even begin to fathom the bill you were going to receive from this event. Between you and Olivia’s hospital stay, you were going to end up completely broke. It’s not like you had health issuance. You’d be paying this off for the rest of your life. 

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Olivia ran across the room to give you a hug. She threw yourself into your arms and squeezed you tightly. It hurt so badly but you said nothing. 

“Hey, pretty girl. How are you doing?” You leaned down to her level, giving her a kiss on the cheek. 

She looked at your with worry, “What happened to you?”

You had seen better days. There wasn’t enough time to leave the hospital to go home and change before coming back to visit Olivia. Visiting hours were almost over. Even after almost dying, you refused to miss this appointment. So you walked up to the seventh floor with dirty, ripped work clothes, messy, tangled hair, and smeared makeup. 

“I had a little accident.” The nurses had warned you that they kept the children away from any news about what was happening outside. You were under strict orders not to bring it up. “I’m okay though. I have a cool cast now. If you ever get too annoying, I can hit you over the head with it.” You bonked your sister on the head with the heavy cast and she crinkled up her nose at you. 

“Stop!” She giggled. It was nice to hear the happiness in her voice. “I have a surprise for you, Lucy. Go sit down. I’ll go get it!” 

You did as you were told, lowering yourself gingerly into a seat at a round table.  There were markers and blank paper stacked up in the middle if the children ever felt like coloring. 

Olivia ran back seconds later and crawled into the seat beside you. 

“Guess what?” She bubbled with excitement. 

You tried to match her enthusiasm, “What? Did you win the lottery?”

“Nope!” She slapped a familiar envelope down on the table with a smug look. “I got a letter from Spiderman. A real letter. It even has a picture. That’s how I know it’s real.”

“No way. I don’t believe you. Let me see,” you replied. 

With heavy dramatics, you slowly opened the letter and read it over. You had already read it once before but it still made you smile to see how sweet Peter had been. 

“Look at this part right here,” Olivia practically climbed into your lap and pointed towards the bottom of the note. “He wants me to be his sidekick some day! I’ve already told everyone here. They’re all jealous. Especially Jimmy. He didn’t believe me until I showed him the picture. Now he wants to be my best friend. I told him no way.”

You made a mental note to never let Olivia find out Spiderman’s real identity. With her big mouth, everyone in the city would know within the day. “I’m glad you’re happy, Liv. I hope you’re listening to everything the doctors are telling you. You have to work really hard while you’re here, okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she brushed off your words. “Can I color on your cast?”

You sighed, “Sure thing, Liv.” 

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You walked out of the hospital with a cast that now resembled Spiderman’s suit. Olivia had filled over parts of the red with a blue sharpie and added a bunch of black web-like lines as details. It was a little embarrassing but you tried to own it. 

You hadn’t been sure if it was even safe to leave the building with everything going on. You asked one of the nurses what they thought. They claimed the destruction hadn’t happened near here. At one point they thought about evacuating the hospital when it looked like Hydro-Man was headed this way. However, Spiderman seemed to move him off course and was now luring him in the complete opposite direction. 

You knew that was no coincidence. 

You poked the top of your boot into blackened slush piled at the corner of the street while you waited for the light to change in order to cross. The events of the morning ran through your mind. Of all the houses in the world to clean, you had been given Peter’s. It was hard not to believe in fate when it was staring you right in the face. You were supposed to be there. Unknown forces of the world were pulling you to him. Maybe he needed someone? A friend. You could be that friend. Or maybe you were just being too self-absorbed. You weren’t special.

You wrestled with your own desires verses your soul crushing self doubt the entire way home. 

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“How do you kill water? I don’t know how he’s going to win this one.” Two teenage boys were sitting outside your apartment building watching the news on their phone. “Spiderman is so screwed.”

“I’d try and electrocute him. Or get him into a freezer. You think he’d freeze?” He asked his friend. 

“How the hell are you going get that thing into a freezer?” They bickered with each other. 

Your ears perked up and you walked a little slower. 

“Oh shit!” They both exclaimed at the same time. One of the boys stood up and grabbed onto his hair in excitement. “Did you see that?!” It was like they were watching a sports game instead of a real life event. “Spiderman is getting his ass kicked! How do you even come back from that?” 

Your heart rate sped up. You had lost your phone somewhere in Peter’s bathroom during your struggle. You had to know what was happening. You eyed the boys and strode over. “Hey, what’s going on?” 

They scooted aside for you to watch with them. The camera was zoomed in on Spiderman as he lay flat on the ground. He struggled to get back up to his feet. Water rolled off his suit and puddled around him. Just as he was able to stumble back up, a jet of water slammed into his chest. It shot him backwards with such a heavy force that he smashed through the brick wall behind him and disappeared. Your eyes widened in horror and you quickly turned away. 

The boys laughed. This was nothing but entertainment for them. When they watched, they only saw a superhero with a suit. It didn’t seem to occur to them that there was a real person under it. 

“Do you think Spiderman can die?” One asked the other. “If I went through a brick wall, I’m pretty sure I’d be dead. I bet he’s, like, an alien or something.”

“He’s probably just on steroids,” the other responded.

You rolled your eyes at them. You couldn’t watch anymore. 

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The house felt too empty. Too quiet. You stood in the doorway and looked around. Everything was exactly how you left it this morning but it all felt different like someone had snuck in and rearranged everything an inch to the left. You took off your jacket and boots, padding into the bedroom you shared with Liv. 

The first thing that needed to be done was striping out of your torn up work clothes. You took everything off and slipped into a pair of fleece lined leggings and old Yankees t-shirts. Baseball wasn’t even your thing but the shirt was the perfect size and loose fit for some lazy pajamas. Then you dug out some fluffy socks and rolled them over your bare feet. 

Next was tackling your hair. Half of your braids had fallen out and matted to the side of your head. You carefully undid what was left of them and worked a brush through the tangled mess. It made an awful ripping sound as you wrestled with it. By the time you were finished, your hair resembled a lion’s mane. It was extra fluffy and wild. You didn’t care enough to try and tame it any further. 

Instead you grabbed your pack of makeup wipes and headed to the bathroom. You hesitated in the doorway. Fear suddenly gripped your chest. You couldn’t cross the threshold into the room. Your eyes darted to the shower. A single drop of water gathered at the bottom of the shower head, dangling for a brief moment, before dropping into the tub. You flinched. The pack of wipes dropped from your hand and bounced off the hardwood floor.

It was getting hard to breathe. Blood pounded in your ears. The tips of your fingers tingled and your arms felt heavy against your side. Your vision zeroed in on the shower. You couldn’t see anything else. You stood there, waiting, waiting for water to start shooting out. It was getting so hot in here. So hard to breathe. 

You backed away from the bathroom and slammed the door shut, blocking the shower from your line of sight. Too hot. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead. You turned and ran to your bedroom window, flinging it open. The cold winter air flooded your aching lungs. It cooled the heat rising in your face. You closed your eyes and took some deep breaths, trying to calm your body. 

That thing’s not here. It’s far away from you now. It’s not going to come back. 

Except that it might. You had no idea. If it could slither it’s way into the pipes at Peter’s home, what’s to say it won’t show up here. Your brain was running a mile a minute. You had do something. You had to block off the bathroom. 

You dragged yourself away from the open window and looked around. Your eyes landed on the dresser. That would work. It was in the corner of the room against the wall next to the bathroom door. If you could just move it over far enough, it could block the door from opening. You could do it. 

You crammed yourself between the heavy dresser and the wall. You tried hard to push it. When it wouldn’t budge, you got frustrated, yelling out in anger. 

Take out all the clothes. Then it’d be lighter. 

You pulled open the drawers and began tossing fistful of clothes of your shoulder. 

Get them out of here. Get everything out. 

You tried again. This time you wedged your back against the dresser, your feet pressed against the wall and you pushed with all your might. It slid, blocking the bathroom door. 

You felt a brief moment of relief before realizing that water could easily seep under the door frame. 

Shit. 

You fell to your knees and started grabbing all the clothes you had just tossed to the floor. You stuffed them under dresser, using them to block the gap under the door. Each movement you made was shaky and erratic. When you were finally satisfied with your work, you leaned back against the side of your bed, you chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. 

Then something caught your eye. Out your bedroom door, the kitchen sink seemed to stare back at you. Panic filled your senses again. What if he came out of the sink next?

You’d have to barricade yourself completely in the bedroom. You struggled to your feet and slammed the bedroom door shut. You grabbed more clothes off the floor and stuffed them in the cracks of the door. That wasn’t enough. You pushed the mattress off your bed. Blankets and pillows rolled to the floor as you somehow managed to lean the large mattress against the side of the door.

You stopped and stared at your handiwork. The realization of what you were doing beginning to set in. 

“I’ve gone crazy,” you muttered to yourself. A slightly deranged laugh bubbled out of you. You pressed a hand to your mouth. What were doing? The bedroom looked like a tornado had ran through it. 

A tornado named Lucy. 

You had the sudden urge to curl up in your bed. The bed that was now being used to barricade a door. This whole set up is a terrible fire hazard. What happens if you have to go to the bathroom? You didn’t really think this through.

A cold breeze wafted in through the open window. Goosebumps sprung up on your bare arms. You hugged them around your chest. 

The bedroom closet looked rather inviting at this particular moment. When you were child, you used to hide in your closet. It was the perfect spot away from the sounds of your fighting parents. It had always felt so warm and safe curled up in the dark under the row of clothes hanging above you. They muffled the sounds of the outside world.

You’d like to feel that same sense of safety right about now. 

You grabbed the heavy blanket and the pillows which had fallen off your bed amidst your frenzy and dragged them into the closet. They made nice, little nest there on the floor. You curled up inside of it and closed the door, letting the quiet darkness consume you. 

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Someone was in your bedroom. You froze. You could hear their footsteps walking around outside the closet door. How could they have gotten in? The mattress against the door would have fallen over. You would have heard it. There were no sounds of running water. It couldn’t have been Hydro-Man back for more. 

The open window. 

You silently cursed yourself. Why had you left the window open? The fire escape could lead anyone directly to your room. All that work to protect yourself and you had practically left an open invitation to welcome people inside. You were so stupid. 

The handle to the closet door slowly turned. You held your breath. You were too sore to fight anyone. Maybe they would make it quick. 

The door creaked open. There was no light on the other side. Night must have fallen while you were hiding away. A shadowy figure gazed down at you. 

“Lucy?” 

You blinked. 

“Peter?”

He crouched down in front of you. He had a soft smile dancing on his lips. “Whatchya doing in here?” 

You forced yourself up into a sitting position. “Hiding. Why are you in my house?” 

“You were in my house first,” he shrugged. 

“I mean, I was hired to be there, so technically I was allowed.” You pulled your legs to your chest. 

It was strange seeing Peter without his suit. He wore a pair of ripped jeans with an old jacket on top. A black beanie hung off the back of his head. 

“Can I come in?” He asked. He didn’t wait for answer before scooting in next you. You reached up and shut the door behind him. Things felt safer that way. 

You settled back against the wall and sighed, “I think I’ve gone crazy.”

“What? You mean you don’t usually live in a barricaded bedroom?” He nudged your shoulder.

A smile creeped onto your lips, “Surprisingly no. When I got home, I went to go into the bathroom, and something just snapped. I don’t know. I panicked. I couldn’t do it. Next thing I know, I’ve made a giant mess of the place and I’m hiding in a closet for hours.” 

“Yeah, I’ve done some weird things in a panic state before too. It’s alright. I still like you even if you’re crazy.” He turned and smiled at you. He had such a nice smile. 

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip and whispered, “Is he gone?”

Peter sighed. His head slumped against the back wall. “No. He’s still out there. I’m sorry. I wish I came bearing better news. I don’t think he’ll be back tonight though. I need to know more about him if I want to figure out his whole deal. Then maybe I can stop him for good. For now though, I think he’s gone into hiding.” 

“Electricity.” 

“Excuse me?” Peter gave you a confused look. 

“Water and electricity don’t mix well. You could electrocute him.” You remembered what the boys outside had been talking about earlier. 

He thought about it for a moment, seemingly pondering over the idea. “I’d have to make sure there weren’t any people around though. Anyone touching water would get fried along with him.” 

You nodded. He had a point. It would be incredibly dangerous. “How’s your house doing? Is your bathroom completely ruined?” 

All your cleaning products from work were still there. Patty is going to a have field day screaming at you next time you see each other. She’s so strict about returning her things at the end of every day. You were probably going to be out of a job. It also just occurred to you that you had no idea who else lived with Peter. Patty mentioned a woman was the one who hired the cleaning services and there were clearly two bedrooms upstairs. 

“It’s fine,” he said. Then he shook his head. “No, that’s a lie. The whole upstairs is going to need to be ripped up and replaced. My aunt is going to live with her friend for a few days until we can figure out what to do about it.” 

“Oh.” You felt bad. You knew it wasn’t your fault his house was ruined but you still felt responsible. “You live with your aunt?”

“Mhm. Her name is May. I think you’d like her. Everyone likes her. She pretty much raised me. I’m afraid if I move out, she’ll be there all alone. It’s just the two of us. I gotta make sure she’s okay, you know?”

You nodded in response, “Peter?”

“Hmm?” 

You looked down at his hands. Even in the dark, you could see his knuckles were bloodied and bruised. You wanted him to hold your hand. You wanted to feel his skin against yours. 

You kept your gaze away from his when you asked shyly, “Would it be really dumb if I asked you to stay with me tonight?”

From the corner of your eye you could see him smile. 

[Part Six]

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The Ultimate Betrayal….

Chapter 5

Title: Unwelcome News

Summary: Chloe camps out at the hospital, Aubrey pays her visit to drop some news the redhead may not want to hear

Rating: T for Angst/Comfort

Warnings: None

Yes I’m acutely aware that my “drabbles” are longer than they should be for a drabble, but I’ve never been good for keeping things short and sweet when I get into a groove. It’s just how I’ve always been. Anyways hope you enjoy and thank you so much for all the love and feedback.

Just an FYI, the story from here on out is probably gonna progress quite quickly so there may be a lot of time jumps to progress the story along so that I can wrap things up.

Chloe spent days by Beca’s bedside, watching as she drifted in and out of a pain killer induced haze, never fully aware of her surroundings.

When the solider had spiked a fever, it had hit Chloe harder than she could’ve imagined. She wasn’t used to seeing Beca this vulnerable and dependent.

She was so drained, so fragile, the complete opposite of the solder that had kissed Chloe goodbye as she left for her last mission.

Luckily the fever had only lasted two days and the drugs to combat infection were winning. Doctors were still concerned about her kidneys, but they were comfortable with her current status as long as they stayed at their desired level.

Renal failure was something they were desperate to try and avoid. Beca would have enough to deal with moving forward without adding anymore stress to her already heavy load.

With the sores on her back also infection free, they had been able to add thick layers of padded bandaging so that they could at least lay her on her back from time to time to reduce the hours spent laying her on either one of her sides.

All of these small wins may have seemed insignificant to a casual observer, but they meant the world to Chloe. Every small win was a milestone in Chloe’s eyes, and she would take every single one, because it meant Beca was fighting her way back from the brink.

Mid afternoon, as her energy levels began to lag, a text message from Aubrey with a selfie of herself holding a coffee cup with Chloe’s name on it asking her to meet her outside, had the redhead reluctantly standing up to seek out the precious caffeine hit.

She didn’t want to leave Beca, but her muscles were aching from sitting in that oversized armchair for days on and end, and she really did need a boost of something to keep her stamina up.

With Beca fast asleep and no immediate doctor or nurses rounds imminent, Chloe leaned down and pressed a kiss to Beca’s cheek, promising her she would be right back.

Grabbing her handbag from the chair she slung the strap across her body and exited the ICU, making her way down to the garden area outside the hospital where patients who were able, could wander around and relax.

The second she stepped outside she spotted Aubrey, her best friend sitting on a bench, a takeaway cup in her hand and another sitting next to her. As she noticed Chloe approaching, she lifted the spare one out towards the approaching redhead and handed it to her.

“I figured you could do with a fix,” the blonde said, a smile on her face as Chloe gratefully accepted the beverage and hummed her appreciation as she took a sip.

“Thank you,” Chloe sighed as she took a seat next to her. Aubrey took a sip of her own coffee and then turned her gaze up to the hospital building.

“How is she?” She asked, gazing back at Chloe who was staring down at the coffee cup resting in her lap as her finger lazily traced over the plastic lid.

“As well as can be expected,” she replied with a small shrug of her shoulders as she lifted her head to look at Aubrey.

“They ran more tests today and the doctors think that her kidneys are starting to stabilise,” Chloe said and Aubrey smiled.

“That’s great Chlo.”

Chloe just nodded her head and then the tears came.

“Sorry it’s just, it’s really hard seeing her life this,” Chloe cried as she wiped away the tears that had fallen.

Aubrey just shook her head and shuffled closer to her best friend, wrapping her arm around her shoulders and squeezing her tight.

“Hey you have nothing to be sorry for. This is bound to be tough. Nobody expects you to keep it all together all the time, it’s not healthy. You need to let this stuff out,” Aubrey cooed as she comforted her best friend.

Chloe nodded because Aubrey was right. She’d never been good at keep her emotions bottled up. It was something Beca used to tease her about. Chloe wore her heart on her sleeve, quite literally.

To the point there had been times in her life where her own emotions overwhelmed her because sometimes she felt too much and didn’t know how to deal with it. That was where she and Beca had always balanced one another out.

Where Chloe felt and expressed almost every emotion freely, Beca was much more reserved. It wasn’t that she was closed off from her emotions, she just didn’t openly express them to everyone, mainly because Beca usually needed time to process her thoughts and feelings.

Being a soldier for so long had taught her to keep her cards close to her chest, that coupled with Beca’s natural predisposition for not feeling the need to express her every waking thought or emotion had somewhat exasperated the issue.

That was where the balancing act came into play. Beca was able to calm Chloe’s sometimes overwhelming emotions so she didn’t become consumed by them. Delicately guiding her through the ebbs and flows instead of allowing her to be swept away by them.

On the flip side, Chloe was able to help Beca express how she was feeling so she could better communicate herself, encouraging her to feel open and to verbalise what she was working her way through rather than keeping silent. That she didn’t always have to keep her emotions in check or be strong all of the time.

And it worked for them. Their differing ways of handling things helped them both not just to understand the other, but to understand themselves as people.

For Chloe to now be swimming against a tide of emotions and grief that had been unearthed the last few days had been a lot. But she was trying her best to remember what Beca would’ve said or done to calm her.

She couldn’t afford to be swept away, not when there was still a long journey ahead. She needed to remember that it was a marathon not a sprint, that she had to pace herself and sometimes that meant releasing what she was feeling and allowing it to flow out so that she could then get back to helping Beca.

“I should probably go back inside,” Chloe said as she sat up straight, wiping at her eyes.

Aubrey watched her for a moment, contemplating whether or not to say what she was currently holding in, but realising there wouldn’t be a right time, she just had to bite the bullet.

“Chicago’s parents called about the house,” Aubrey started and Chloe just scoffed and shook her head.

“What part of I don’t want any of it doesn’t anyone get. That house means nothing to me. All it holds is memories I’d rather forget,” Chloe shot back and Aubrey nodded in understanding.

“Chlo I get that, but I need you to see the bigger picture here. His parents want you to give up the house so they can sell it to cover legal costs for Chicago,” Aubrey explained and Chloe jumped from zero to a hundred in a flash.

“WHAT?!” She yelled startling the few people scattered around the gardens. Aubrey shushed her and apologised to some people that were close by as she turned back to Chloe.

“This is what I’ve been trying to tell you for the last few days. His attorneys are arguing that due to the trauma Beca and the other soldiers went through they couldn’t possibly have a clear understanding or be of sound mind to properly recall what happened the day they were captured. They’re trying to get him off Chloe.”

Chloe’s face paled as she listened to what Aubrey had said. She was sick to her stomach. With everything Beca had been through to think that Chicago was now trying to worm his way out of it, after more or less admitting what he did.

Only, he never actually confessed. His expression may have told her everything she needed to know, and he may not have denied what he had done, but he had never actually verbally admitted to it either.

Chloe should’ve seen this coming, she should’ve known this would happen. She placed her palm against her forehead, rubbing it as her mind began racing with thoughts.

“Aubrey what the hell am I gonna do? He can’t get away this! I won’t let him,” Chloe said, her tone resolute and Aubrey nodded her head agreeing with what Chloe said.

“Then you need to claim what’s yours. If you insist on taking your share from the sale of the house, it will reduce the amount he would receive and it would give you some extra cash to put away for when Beca gets out of here,” Aubrey reasoned.

Chloe scratched her brow as she thought about what Aubrey was saying and her friend was right. That house was more than just bad memories it was financial equity. Equity Chloe would need for whatever rehabilitation and medical needs Beca would have in the weeks, months possibly years ahead.

“You’re right,” Chloe sighed, resigning herself to the fact that she couldn’t just brush Chicago under the mat no matter how much she wished she could.

Shaking her head and gazing up at the sky, Chloe heaved out a deep breath.

“Can you make the call? Tell them Chicago can take his half of the house, but I’ll be taking mine.”

“Of course,” Aubrey replied, rubbing her hand up and down Chloe’s back to soothe her and the redhead thanked her.

“I’m gonna go back inside, I’ll see you back at the apartment?” Chloe asked, and Aubrey gave her a simple ‘sure’ before they parted ways.

All through the ride up the elevator and down the corridor to the ICU Chloe’s mind raced a mile a minute as she pressed the buzzer at the double doors and waited for the nurses to buzz her in.

Hearing the lock release alert, Chloe pushed the door open and stepped inside, dumping her now empty coffee cup in the waste bin by the door and sanitising her hands.

Her feet carried her towards the room, towards Beca, without much thought or effort on Chloe’s behalf. It was like her body was giving into the magnetic pull that had always existed between them.

As she stepped inside the room, she could see from Beca’s creased brow and anguished expression that she was lost in a dream or a memory. Somewhere far too unpleasant for her already troubled mind.

Walking around the bed and discarding her handbag, Chloe sat down on the edge of the mattress and instantly grabbed a hold of Beca’s hand, cradling it against her chest and stroking the length of her arm as she whispered reassurances to the the bed ridden soldier.

As Beca’s eyes began to flutter open, Chloe pressed a kiss against the hand held within her own. With her free hand Beca sluggishly reached up to the breathing mask that was covering her face and pulled it down so that it was haphazardly resting in some way on her chin.

“I dreamed of you,” Beca said her voice a little croaky from lack of use. Chloe’s brow furrowed at this in question.

“What?” Chloe asked, as she edged closer on the bed so she was nearer the soldier and Beca swallowed to moisten her throat.

“In Af-afghan, I dreamed of you. You were with me. You…you kept me going.”

Chloe’s face softened at this as she gripped tighter to the hand she was holding as Beca allowed the mask to slip back over her mouth as she fell back to sleep.

As soon as Beca’s eyes shut again, Chloe couldn’t help the tear that slipped down her cheek as she felt the comment chip away at another piece of her heart.

How would she ever explain that in those two years that Beca was barely surviving and dreaming of her, Chloe was trying to rebuild some semblance of a life with the man responsible for this whole mess?

She knew that the depth of Beca’s mental pain and anguish right now was being numbed and eased by the cocktail of drugs she was currently on and that it was only a matter of time before they would really start seeing the damage that had been done and that needed to be healed.

But the thought of adding to that already heavy load, was eating away at Chloe’s conscience. How had her life become so complicated?

#Bechloe #Pitch Perfect #Fic Drabble #The Ultimate Betrayal #Chapter 5

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Twisted 26 - Blood On My Name [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, guns.

Word Count: 3000

Summary: No one can run away forever.

There were some days when you just knew it wouldn’t be easy for you, and today was one of them, that was for sure. It was as if after seeing how Spencer had managed to charm your family the other night and how everything was going well in your relationship, the universe had decided to throw in some difficulties to make it interesting.

For starters, you had forgotten to buy coffee the day before so you couldn’t even have your much needed caffeine. After managing to get rid of the sleepiness with a very cold shower and getting ready, you left your apartment to get to your car, and that was when the second problem hit.

It wouldn’t start no matter how much you tried, so you had to take a taxi to your office.

And as if all that wasn’t enough, Spencer had decided to call you with some bad news as well.

“You can’t be serious,” you whined, pressing the phone to your ear as you paced in your office, “Spencer, please tell me you’re not leaving me alone at a party I didn’t even want to go to in the first place!”

“Trust me, I don’t want to.”

“You have a case,” you felt the need to repeat, “Today of all days.”

“We’re flying there in ten.”

You heaved a sigh and plopped down to the couch, nibbling your lip.

“I’m really sorry,” he said softly, “I swear I’d be there if I could.”

You sook your head, “No, don’t be sorry,” you murmured, “I get that. It’s your job. Besides, it’s probably a life or death situation if they called you guys there.”

He hummed in agreement, “Probably,” he said “But are you going to be alright?”

“I mean I’ll probably drink a lot,” you tried to joke, “And miss you for the whole night.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he confessed, “They’re sending some agents to make sure the copycat doesn’t try anything at that party if they even show up, but… Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

“When am I not careful?”

He scoffed a laugh, “Do you want a list? Because I think it’d be a long list.”

“I’m always careful!” you protested, “Also, given our occupations it’s kind of ironic to hear this from you, I’ll have you know.”

You could almost hear his smile, “Just promise me.”

“I’ll be very careful,” you said, “Cross my heart. Besides, it’s Nolan’s company, professor. No one can walk there with any weapon, it’s a security company remember? Even I am leaving my knife at home.”

“Just don’t go anywhere alone, be in the crowd for the whole time—”

“Make sure to stay where security cameras can see me, I know.” You finished his sentence for him, “It’s not my first rodeo. Relax boyfriend, it’s just one boring party. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Don’t say that,” he warned you, “Bad things happen when people say that.”

“I didn’t take you for a superstitious type, professor.”

“I’m not,” he said, “I just don’t want to take any chances. It’s already bad enough that I won’t be there.”

“You’re telling me,” you said, “I was hoping we could hook up somewhere in there, it’s a huge building.”

You heard his chuckle, “You’re incorrigible.”

“Well it’s always Mina and Kenzie who have fun in these things, for once I want to have fun too!” you defended yourself, “Besides, don’t pretend like you don’t like it.”

“Hey, I said nothing of the sort.”

“Reid, come on.” You heard Luke’s voice and Spencer sighed.

“I should go,” he told you, “I love you.”

A smile warmed your face, “I love you too,” you said, “Go save some lives.”

You hung up, then ran a hand over your face, slumping on the couch.

“Y/N?” your assistant knocked on the glass door of your office before peeking her head in, “Hi, are you busy?”

“Not really,” you sat up straighter, “What’s up?”

“You wanted me to remind you when it’s time for lunch,” she said, “Also I sent your dress for tonight to your place, the front desk will get it.”

“Thanks,” you checked the time and stood up to walk to your desk, “Damn it, I’m going to be late.”

“I also called the mechanics, but they said it would take two days for it to be fixed.”

“Today just gets better and better,” you muttered and she tilted her head,

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Hm?” you looked up, “Yeah, sorry. I’m fine, it’s just one of those days. Since the morning everything is going bad, and I was hoping my boyfriend would be with me at this party, but he had something to do so…”

“Maybe he can change his mind?” she suggested, “See, I had this boyfriend once, and he said he wouldn’t show up to my birthday party because we had this huge fight, but then he showed up anyway.”

“Oh it’s not like that,” you shook your head, “There’s no fight, he’s just not gonna be in the city tonight.”

She scrunched up her nose, “That sucks.”

You scoffed a laugh and grabbed your coat and your purse, “It’s fine. Where are we on the Riley wedding flower arrangement by the way?”

“All confirmed, she says she loved it,” she said and you smiled.

“Thanks,” you said as you walked to the elevator with her following you, “I’ll be back in an hour, okay? Have a nice lunch.”  

                                                        ***

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lincoln said as you sipped your rosé, looking around the restaurant you two were having lunch in, “How did you even break down your car?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“When was the last time you took it to a mechanic to get it checked out?”

“When I bought it?” you said and he let out a chuckle.

“So you have no car for tonight?”

You pulled your brows together, “Tonight? How did you-?”

“You know we run in the same social circle right?” he said, “My dad’s company also does business with Nolan, of course I’m invited. That being said, I wasn’t sure if I would show up, but since here you are, begging me to help you—“

“I’m just eating my food here.”

“I can drive you there,” he finished his sentence as if you didn’t interrupt him and you tilted your head.

“I can just take a cab,” you said, “Or mom could send a car, it’s fine. You don’t have to.”

“Consider it my thanks for your unrequited advices on my relationship.”

“Oh you need more advice?” you perked up and he rolled his eyes.

“No.”

“You made up with your girlfriend then?”

“It’s complicated.”

“You really need to go to Italy for a surprise visit,” you pointed at him with your fork “That’d be incredibly romantic.”

“Is that right, love doctor?”

Your jaw dropped, “Come on, when have I ever failed you with my advice?” you asked, “If you love this girl, you need to show her that.”

“I’m just gonna play it cool.”

“That’s a terrible idea!” you said, “I know you’re not the romantic type, but you need to at least make an effort!”

He shot you a look “I’m a romantic.”

“Bullshit,” you let out a laugh, “You might be the most emotionally distant person I’ve seen after me, and you’re telling me you’re—“

“I believe that some people are meant to be,” he cut you off, “No matter the circumstances. Consequences be damned, anyone who thinks otherwise doesn’t deserve to be in love. I think if you’re in love, you should adore that person every day, and be there for them for better or worse. Whatever sacrifice it takes.”

You blinked a couple of times, shock coming over you, “Linc…”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the woman I love,” he told you, “Trust me. Nothing at all.”

You just gawked at him for a few seconds before you put your fork down.

“I stand corrected,” you muttered, and he grinned at you.

“Yeah, how does it feel to be wrong?”

“Oh shut up,” you said and stabbed your salad once more, ignoring his laugh.

By the time your lunch with Lincoln was over and you got back to your office, your fingers were itching to text Spencer. Reminding yourself that he was probably busy, you managed to suppress the urge and waited for the elevator doors to open.

Erica was already waiting for you by the door and you let out a whine.

“Don’t tell me,” you said, “You have bad news because today has a grudge with me.”

“I mean it’s not bad, but I figured you’d want to know.”

“Give me some good news, like you saw a puppy today or they named a whiskey after me or—“

“Your mother is waiting for you in your office.”

“I said good news, Erica.” you reminded her and made your way to your office before you opened the glass door to step inside. Your mother looked over her shoulder, sitting up straighter on the couch.

“Hi honey.”

“Hi mom,” you walked to peck her on the cheek, “What’s up? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I need help,” she said and you hung your coat, placed your purse on the coffee table, motioning at one of the interns for coffee before you leaned back to the table.

“Sure thing, what is it?”

“How do my nails look?” she held up her hand and you pulled your brows together.

“That’s what you need help with?” you asked “You do realize that this is why we have phones?”

“No, I wanted to talk face to face for my next question.”

“Ah, I won’t like that question will I?” you hissed in a breath, “Your nails are fine by the way.”

“It’s just that, I don’t know when Nolan will propose so I booked my nail artist for a month.”

“I want to have your problems,” you muttered as your phone buzzed and you checked the screen, then touched the text message.

From: Spencer

The power of Love borne in my lady's eyes

imparts its grace to all she looks upon.

You couldn’t help the wide smile pulling at your lips as you skimmed Dante’s lines, then thought for a moment and typed in:

See that you bless the day that I took you captive; it is your duty to do so.

“Y/N!”

You lifted your head, “Hm?”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you lowered the phone as the intern brought you two cups of coffee. You thanked her, then turned to your mother, “It’s just… Spencer is out of the city again, that’s why— never mind. What did you want to ask me?”

“I think I have an idea about Nolan’s proposal and this…potential marriage.”

You cleared your throat, “Uh, sorry. My client list is full.”

“Nobody buys that excuse honey.”

“I mean can you blame me?” you asked, “You would be the worst bride I’ve ever had to deal with, no offense.”

“First of all, I’ll just have a cocktail, not a wedding,” she said, “It would be inappropriate to have a wedding, considering our ages.”

“Mom!” you protested, “That’s not a thing! Anyone can have a wedding, fuck what society thinks.”

“Very delicately put, but I’ve made up my mind,” she said, “That’s not what I came here for. I decided, I want to be with Nolan and spend the rest of my life with him. So I will say yes when he proposes.”

“A surprise to no one,” you grinned and she shot you a look.

“But considering what people would think, I feel like I need to make a schedule. Do you happen to know when Spencer will propose?”

The coffee you were drinking went down the wrong tube and you started coughing, but your mother sipped her own coffee, patiently waiting for you to stop.

“Say- say what now?” you asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Yes, I was thinking I could stay engaged to Nolan until after your future wedding.”

“Mom we’re not— I’m—“ you stammered, “That’s not happening.”

She tilted her head, “Oh don’t be nonsense, you’re in love. Very obvious to anyone who has eyes, he couldn’t stop looking at you throughout dinner the other night.”

“Yeah but….” you cleared your throat, “I don’t think he’s planning anything like that.”

“Well—“

“I’m not going to ask him if he’s planning anything like that,” you cut her off, “I don’t live in Victorian ages, neither do you. I told you, you can get married to the eccentric billionaire puppy with a bowtie whenever you want.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Unbelievable.”

“Right back at you lady.”

“If Nolan lets you know about when, you will tell me okay?”

“I doubt he’ll let me know, he looks like he’s got it covered.”

“And you’re still planning my cocktail party when the time comes.”

“Mom, no!” you let out a whine, throwing your head back, “Please don’t do that to me. I’m your daughter, you’re supposed to love me!”

“I do love you, that’s why I don’t trust anyone else with my wedding except for you.”

“Don’t trust me,” you said, “I’m begging you not to trust me. Planning Mina’s wedding was bad enough, you’re even a bigger control freak than she is—“

“Y/N.”

“I say that respectfully!”

She put her cup of coffee on the glass table, then stood up.

“Just remember, I absolutely hate carnation flowers and polyester gives me a rash.”

“Why does God hate me?” you wondered out loud and she kissed you on the cheek.

“I’ll see you tonight honey,” she said and walked out of your office, ignoring your overly dramatic whining. You buried your face into your palms, letting out a groan.

“I really should’ve drunk something heavier than rosé.”

                                                         ***

You had picked this dress thinking Spencer would like it, and now that he wouldn’t be there with you, you were two seconds away from changing it. You heaved a sigh, looking in the mirror before you fixed the tulle floor length skirt of the pale pink dress and pulled at the long sleeves adorned with lace. The small screen by the door lit up as it started ringing and you walked there to touch it, then told the doorman that he could send Lincoln upstairs when he told you he was there.  

Soon enough, the doorbell rang and you opened it.

“Hey,” you said, grinning when he did a double take and blinked a couple of times.

“Wow.”

“Bad wow?”

“Good wow.”

“Why thanks Linc, you clean up well too. Come in!” you stepped aside so that he could enter the apartment and he looked around as you closed the door.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks,” you said and checked the time before you went to the kitchen island. “You’re early.”

“And you started early,” he nodded at the wine glass on the kitchen island, making you shrug.

“I just have one e-mail to check for confirmation, then we can go.”

“No rush,” he said, leaning back to the wall as you looked at the photos of the wedding venue for your newest client, swirling the wine in your glass.

“You want some?”

“Nah, not yet,” he said, “Work stuff?”

“Mm hm,” you mumbled, “She describes the venue she wants as boho-glam so it’s going to be pretty tough for me to find a lot of options.”

“Your job is definitely more fun than mine.”

“My job is harder than yours,” you pointed at him and he scoffed.

“How is that?”

“Have you ever dealt with an angry bride?” you asked him, “You wouldn’t last a goddamn second. Just the other day, one of them tried to make me give her a list of her wedding dress options too, the one thing I’m not responsible from.”

“I mean can you blame her?” Lincoln asked, “You obviously have a good taste, look at yourself.”

“Aw thanks Linc,” you hit send, and closed down the laptop lid before you reached for your wine glass to take a sip, taking a step towards the coffee table.

“Yeah I’ll almost feel sorry for Spencer for missing it.”

It took you a second. For a second, it was all good and then you stopped dead on your tracks, a shudder running down your spine as your brain comprehended what he just told you. You could feel the goosebumps rising on your arms as you put the glass down, your back still turned to him.

“I never told you I was dating Spencer,” you managed to mumble through frozen lips and he chuckled.

“No you didn’t,” he said, “Erica told me. Family dinner with Spencer, it was on your schedule the other night.”

Your thoughts were like a tornado in your head as your heart started slamming against your ribcage and you turned to him, your eyes finding potential weapons you could use all around the room instantly and he tilted his head.

“So I know that there are about fifty things in this room you can attack me with,” he said, “But just so you know, if you try anything, your niece goes down. You don’t want your precious Lily to have an accident, do you? Because I don’t either.”

That red haze clouded your vision for a moment as your jaw clenched.

“I’m going to kill you,” your voice didn’t even sound like it belonged to you anymore, it was way too cold, way too calm, the shock leaving its place to fury roaring through your veins. A manic smile pulled at Lincoln’s lips and that dangerous gleam which you had seen multiple times in your father’s eyes appeared in his eyes as well before he took a step towards you.

“I missed your fire,” he said as if he was in awe, “So much. It’s been a torture to keep my distance from you. But honestly, Petal,” he tut-tutted, then reached behind him and pulled out his gun to point it at you.

“You should’ve known better.”

Chapter 27 

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Fix You

Pairing: angsty!soft!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Words: 4173

Summary: Bucky has been working hard at getting over the trauma that came from being the Winter Soldier, and you do your best to help him through it. But a particularly painful memory almost breaks him.

Warnings: ANGST (I’m so sorry y’all), explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (F receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex), soft!broken!Bucky, fluffy ending, TW: this fic contains implications of animal cruelty in a character’s past. It is extremely vague and non-specific but I will put a warning in the text itself if you still would like to read but this particular type of thing upsets you. Please be mindful of it my soft babies!! SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

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You weren’t sure what had initially roused you from sleep. Maybe it was the fact that you were used to Bucky’s frame being draped over you, smothering you with his body heat. Whatever had woken you at first, the sound of shattering glass snapped you from your dazed state immediately.

You flew out of the bed and ran towards the bathroom. The light was leaking from underneath the door and when you wrenched it open, you swore under your breath.

Bucky was seated on the floor by the tub, his head in his hands as sobs wracked his chest. The mirror over the sink was smashed, pieces of reflective glass scattered all over the counter and across the floor.

You ignored it, not even noticing as you cut the bottoms of your feet while making your way to him. You knelt beside him and drew him to you, tucking his head under your chin as you ran your hands over his back, trying to calm him down.

“I’m here, Buck.” You murmured as you pressed your lips to his hair. His breathing was coming in ragged gasps as he leaned into you, and you could tell he was still upset. “Do you want to talk about it, honey?”

He just shook his head as another sob ripped out of him, his fingers wrapping in your sleep shirt.

You knew this was all part of the process. Bucky had been working with Bruce and his psychiatrist for 6 months now on identifying and moving past his repressed memories, but damn if it didn’t break you heart every time a new one popped up. This one must have been especially painful, he hadn’t had a breakdown like this in months.

“Sweetie, I’m gonna call Bruce, ok?” He was still a mess, even with you there, and it made you worried.

“No, don’t leave me.” He looked up at you desperately as he leaned against your shoulder, his eyes a startling blue from his tears as he pleaded with you.

“Shit, Bucky.” God, you fucking hated seeing him like this. You felt so helpless. “I can call from here. FRIDAY? Let Banner know we need him, stat.”

“Will do, Y/N.” The AI chirped back at you.

You reached your arm to the sink and turned it on, running a washcloth under the warm water before bringing it back to rest against his forehead.

“Y/N? Bucky? It’s me, Bruce.” You heard Banner call from the front door.

“Yeah, we’re in the bathroom.” You called. Your shoulder was soaked with snot and tears as Bucky continued weeping against you.

“Jesus, what happened?” Bruce hissed when he found you, picking his was through the broken glass as he knelt to examine Bucky, opening his medical case.

“I dunno Bruce, I woke up and found him like this.” You did your best to straighten Bucky up as Bruce took his pulse before pulling back to assemble his otoscope.

“Ok, Barnes, I’m gonna give you a sedative, buddy.” Bruce murmured as he dug in his case again, bringing out a vial and syringe. “I called his doctor when I heard from you and she’s on her way, but she was in Chicago for a conference, so she won’t be in until later this morning. She gave me the ok to calm him down for now.”

You just nodded as you stroked Bucky’s hair, doing your best to distract him as Bruce wound the tourniquet around his arm before plunging in the needle. He released the band before pushing down the plunger, and you felt Bucky relax against you almost immediately.

“I hate this so much, Bruce. I just want to be able to do something for him.”

“You’re doing it, Y/N. I don’t think his recovery would be going so well if he didn’t have you.” He looked down at your feet and winced. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“What? Oh, fuck.” Now that Bucky wasn’t occupying your attention, the slices on your feet and knees were throbbing.

“I don’t think you need any stitches, but I’m gonna use some skin glue to keep these from opening up repeatedly.” He muttered, rinsing the cuts with a betadine solution before patting them dry with some gauze.

“Thanks Bruce. Can you help me get him back to the bed?” You asked as he finished his work, throwing a towel over the broken glass and shoving it out of the way.

“Sure.” You each put one of his arms over your shoulders and hauled him to his feet, shuffling awkwardly back to the bedroom. “Dr. Laurent should be here around 10, if you could get him to the med center around then?”

“Of course Bruce, thank you so much.”

He just waved you off as he left, closing the door gently behind him. You changed into a new t-shirt and climbed back into bed, curling yourself around Bucky as you tried to fall back asleep, failing miserably.

  It had been two weeks since Bucky’s breakdown. His nightmares had gotten better, but you could tell he was still upset about things. He was barely talking to you, and he hadn’t initiated sex during that whole period. You could maybe coax some small talk out of him over meals, but you could tell he was avoiding talking to you about what he remembered. All you wanted to do was comfort him and he wasn’t letting you.

Dr. Laurent assured you that they were working through it, but that this particular memory was harder to move past. All you wanted to do was comfort him, but he wouldn’t let you close.

The two of you were sitting together in silence, you were going over some field reports with your feet resting in Bucky’s lap as he read some trash mystery novel that you would usually tease him about. Your phone rang from the coffee table and you stretched to pick it up, grinning when you saw it was your sister.

“Hey Frankie!” You said cheerily as you picked up. “What’s going on?”

Bucky smiled to himself sadly as he listened to you chat with your sister. He felt so guilty about what he was doing to you. You were amazing, and kind, but he was so worried that if he let you all the way in, you’d see what a monster he was and leave him.

“Oh my god, a puppy!?” You squealed, and Bucky felt all the blood drain from his face. “Send me all the pictures! We’ll have to come visit soon and meet him.”

Bucky stood up and walked towards the kitchen, getting himself a glass of water and drinking it down greedily.

“Hey, Frankie, can I call you back tomorrow? Great, love you!” You had picked up on Buck’s change in demeanor and followed after him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” He muttered, filling his glass again and taking a sip.

You let out a deep sigh at his attempt to dodge. You knew you weren’t supposed to push him, but watching him withdraw from you like this was killing you.

“Bucky, please talk to me.” You pleaded, fighting the urge to go to him and wrap your arms around him, drawing all his pain into yourself as you held him tight.

He shook his head at you as he set his glass down on the counter, avoiding making eye contact. “I can’t.”

You took in a sharp breath at the crack in his voice and your resolve broke. You took three steps forward and pressed your body to his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringin his forehead down to lean against yours.

“It’s ok, I’m not going anywhere.” You murmured, bringing up one hand to run through his hair, trying your best to soothe him as you watched tears leak from his eyes.

“Promise?”

“Fuck, of course I promise.” You murmured before pressing your lips softly to his. “Bucky, I’m not going to leave you. I love you.”

He buried his face in your neck and let out a deep sigh, inhaling your scent and letting the warm comfort of your body relax him. You kept stroking his back and hair, waiting for him to speak.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

“When I first woke up,” He started after several minutes of silence, still not looking at you. “They would never let me outside. It was almost a year before I saw sunlight. They eventually let me out once they were sure the brainwashing had done its job, but only for a little while. There was…”

He choked on his words and you made soft soothing sounds against his cheek, doing your best to not hold your breath as he opened up to you, worried you were going to spook him like a baby deer.

“There was this tiny stray mutt I found on the compound one day. It was hiding in a little hole in the wall with an injured paw, scared of everything. I managed to sneak out some of my rations the next day for him, and did the same thing for the next week. He wouldn’t take the food from me directly, but I would leave it for him, and it would all be gone when I came back.

“It took a few weeks before he would take the food from my hand, and a couple more before he would let me pet him. Seeing that little guy was the best part of my day. The only break I had from the fighting and the torture. Sometimes he’d crawl into my lap and curl up, and those were the days I thought about making a run for it.” Bucky finally looked at you, giving you a sad smile as he pressed his forehead to yours again before screwing his eyes shut. “I named him Vladik.

“I don’t know why it took them so long to figure out he was there. The guards were supposed to be watching my every move. I wasn’t supposed to have anything for myself, no happiness or solace. And that was all he was. Just a harmless little friend. But the Soldat couldn’t have any friends.

“When the doctor in charge of my programming found out, he told me to bring him the dog, and he… he made me…”

⚠️END TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

He started sobbing before he could finish, and you felt tears running down your own cheeks as you held him tightly, the two of you sinking to the floor as Bucky wept in your arms. You curled yourself around him, wishing you could do something to just take all of that pain from him.

It was an hour before either of you moved. You were stiff from leaning against the counter for so long, but until Bucky started to straighten up, you didn’t even notice. He drew you up after him and you moaned as you unfolded yourself, your legs tingling as blood rushed back into them.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He whispered against your hair with a heavy sigh, drawing you into another deep embrace. “Fuck, I’m exhausted.”

“I love you too, honey.” You murmured, pressing your lips to his forehead. “I’ll be right there.”

You left him to strip out of his clothes as you headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind you as you splashed cold water on your face, trying to keep yourself from having a meltdown.

You were so relieved he had finally opened up to you. But every fiber of your being just wanted to fix all of this, and the fact that you couldn’t was killing you. You choked back a sob as you bent over the sink, bile rising in your throat. It took you a few minutes to fully calm down, but you got your emotions under control with some deep breathing.

You splashed your face a few more times before heading back out to the bedroom. Bucky was still up, sitting on the edge of the bed as he waited for you. He gave you a small smile as you walked toward him, wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his face against your stomach.  You moaned as he started to lift your shirt, pressing his lips to your skin softly as his fingers traveled to brush against your breast, squeezing it gently.

He held you tightly and turned his body until you were laying on the bed underneath him. He crawled up your torso slowly until his face was hovering above yours. His vibranium palm cupped your cheek softly as he gazed into your eyes before bending to kiss you, his mouth needy against yours as he bit at your lips before pressing his tongue to yours, drawing a whine from your throat.

Bucky ran his hand down your throat before his fingers started working to unbutton your blouse. He made quick work of it and his mouth moved to your neck as he slid it down your shoulders. You gasped and moved your hands to wind in his hair as he unclasped your bra and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking softly and swirling his tongue around it until it was peaked and sensitive. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he moved to your other nipple, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued to move down your body.

His tongue dipped into your navel as he worked at undoing your jeans, pulling them down your legs swiftly along with your panties before diving between your legs.

He had missed this. Those soft sounds of want you made were a panacea for his wounds, soothing his heart as he moved his lips over your sex, his tongue running through your folds as he lapped up your arousal. You arched into his mouth when he pressed against your clit, your hands digging into his hair as his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread open for him.

He moaned against you as you wriggled beneath him, your back arching and relaxing as he brought you closer to your release. You grip on his hair was bordering on painful as you tightened it, and he relished your loss of control as you fought to close your thighs around his head and press him even closer.

“Mmm, Bucky!” You moaned as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly. He finally released your legs and you wrapped them around his neck as he pushed two metal fingers into you, making you yelp.

He scissored his fingers inside you, stretching your canal as he drew obscene squelches from deep within you. He loved the feel of your pussy clenching and fluttering around him, trying to draw his fingers even deeper inside you as he edged you towards your climax.

When he curled them against that sweet, secret spot within you, you lost it. Your heels duck into his shoulders and your back arched you off the bed violently as you clamped down on his fingers. You screamed as your release flowed into his mouth, making him moan as it covered his chin. He licked his lips as he straightened above you, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. It tasted like home.

He gazed down at you lovingly as he removed his boxers, kicking them away before bending to kiss you deeply. Bucky kept his mouth on yours as he crawled onto the bed, tucking his knees under your thighs as he pressed one palm against the small of your back, drawing you up to straddle his lap.

“I love you so fucking much.” He whispered against your lips, running his fingertips through your hair before his tongue was invading your mouth, curling against and tangling with yours as he stole all the breath from your lungs. His metal hand curved over your ass as he ground his hips into you, running his cock through your slick folds. “I need to hear you say it, please doll.”

“God, Bucky. I love you.” You panted as he positioned himself at your entrance, making you whine as he breached you with just his tip. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he pulled you onto him and you hissed through your teeth as you stretched around his length, relishing in the sting you felt each time he entered you.

“Never leave me.” He pleaded as his hips started moving, his thrusts slow and sensuous as he stared deeply into your eyes, watching your face contort with pleasure as you lost yourself in the feeling of being filled with him.

“Never.” You murmured as he buried his face against your neck. “Fuck, baby.”

Your head rolled back as he picked up the pace just barely, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with each thrust and bringing you close to your edge. He nuzzled himself between your breasts and mouthed against your soft slopes gently as you tightened one hand around the back of his neck.

One particularly forceful drive had you falling backwards with a gasp. You managed to catch yourself on one arm and you pressed your toes against the mattress on either side of his hips, doing your best to keep your balance as your pussy clenched around him.

“Fuck, right there.” You whispered, your nails digging into his neck.

He brushed his teeth against your nipple and you almost collapsed against the bed, but Bucky wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly to him as your body spasmed uncontrollably, quivering in his grasp as your pussy fluttered and your release seeped out of you, soaking both of your thighs.

“You feel so good doll.” He murmured against your chest as he kept fucking into you, still moving in rich, deep plunges that made it hard for you to breathe. “So tight and warm. I fucking lose myself in this pussy.”

All you could do was whine as you wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his neck tightly. You took in a sharp breath when he suddenly lifted himself off his knees and pushed even deeper into you, his cock hitting a new spot inside you that had you seeing stars. He gripped his hands tightly at the small of your back as he ground against you.

He hit you at just the right spot and you came again, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his hair as your body vibrated against his. He inhaled your scent with a moan as he fell forward, catching himself on his vibranium hand before he collapsed on top of you.

You kept your body wrapped tightly around his as he held you in that position with one arm, carrying all of your weight as his hips started moving violently, slapping against the back of your thighs as soft wet sounds came from between the two of you. It only took a few thrusts before you were cumming again, screaming against Bucky’s neck as the coil in your stomach snapped, your muscles finally giving out as you rode the wave of your pleasure, your body rolling underneath him as you released his neck and he let you sink back onto the bed, your arms falling above your head and your feet coming to rest on either side of his knees.

Bucky kept one arm hooked under the small of your back, arching your body at a beautiful angle as his hips started to stutter, his cock twitching inside of you as he neared his own end.

“Gimme one more doll.” He whispered, mesmerized by the way your tits bounced with each thrust of his hips, and the way your face had that blissful, fucked out look as you bit your lip and screwed your eyes shut.

He ground his hips in a circle with his next thrust and smiled as your body tried to curl off the bed. You sobbed as you came, crying his name as your thighs squeezed his hips and your cunt milked his cock. He collapsed on top of you as he came right behind you, his spend shooting into harshly, painting your canal in thick white ropes as his hips stilled.

You held him to you tightly, refusing to let him go as the two of you drifted off to sleep. All you wanted was to rest with him inside you, and he needed to feel you around him, to let you know that you were his home, his haven against all the pain of his past. You smiled as you felt his breath grow deep with sleep, your hand resting on his back as your own slumber took you.

  Bucky made a lot of progress over the next few weeks. Telling you had lifted a weight from his shoulders that he didn’t realize he was carrying. His sleep was still interrupted by nightmares occasionally, but every time he woke up to find you next to him was like a balm for his soul.

He was finally starting to feel truly happy, and that made you happy. Dr. Laurent had finally given the ok for him to start going on missions again, and that was great, but he really found fulfillment at home with you, and the best part of his day was when he walked through the front door to find you waiting for him.

You were excited for Valentine’s Day. It felt like the first holiday you could really enjoy as a couple as he had made so much progress. You were thankful that Steve had kept him occupied all day, giving you a chance to work on your present for him. He was out for a run in the rain right now as you put the final touches on the meal, reviewing the recipe a final time as you set the table, shrugging to yourself and lighting the candles.

You almost dropped your match when you heard him open the front door, cursing as you narrowly avoided setting the tablecloth on fire.

“In here baby!” You called as he came inside, shaking himself from the rain. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Aww, doll, this looks… is that aspic?” He asked, one eyebrow cocked as he eyed the meal you had set out for him.

“Sure is!” You said with a grin as you eyed the brown, gelatinous entrée, doing your best to tamp down your nausea. “Steve said it was your favorite back in the day, so I decided to surprise you.”

“Steve?” He asked, a grin spreading over his face as he ran his fingers through his hair. “You asked Rogers what to get me for Valentine’s Day?”

You studied the look on his face and looked back at the meal, considering things.

“That motherfucker.” You said as he broke down, laughing hysterically. “I’m going to murder that giant.”

“I can’t believe you thought I would actually like this!” He said, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I dunno, the 30s were a weird time!” You cursed yourself in your mind for being so gullible. “Well shit, I wasted a whole day. I’m ordering Chinese.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself doll, it’s the thought that counts.” He said, giving you a mock pout before wrapping his arms around you and kissing your hair. You yelped when you felt something move in his hoody.

“What the fuck, Barnes?” You screeched as his pocket squirmed, something inside it making a tiny squeaking sound.

“Uhh, don’t be mad.” He said sheepishly as he tucked his hand into his pocket and drew out a tiny, white kitten who was screaming bloody murder. “I found her in a ditch when I was on my run, and it didn’t seem like her mother was anywhere nearby. I didn’t want to just leave her out there.”

“Oh my fucking god, Bucky!” You reached out and he handed her to you. You wrapped your hands around her loosely and cradled her against her chest. “We need a heating pad.”

“What?” He asked confused for a second.

“She’s barely a week old honey, she can’t regulate her own body temperature, go get my heating pad from the bathroom.”

“So, we’re keeping her?” He asked, a grin spreading over his face as he rushed into the bathroom.

“Of course we’re keeping her Barnes.” You scoffed at him. “FRIDAY, we need kitten milk replacer as soon as possible, and specialty feeding bottles for newborns. And get a vet here too.”

“On it, Y/N. There’s a house call veterinarian that can be here in one hour, and the rest of your supplies should arrive within 30 minutes.”

“Thanks FRIDAY.” You were making soft cooing noises at the baby as Bucky came back into the room with the heating pad, and he practically groaned at the smile you gave him.

“Happy Valentine’s day, doll.” He murmured as he kissed your hair and wrapped one arm around you, handing you the heating pad.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Buck.” You whispered back at him. “What should we name her?”

“What do you think of Alpine?”

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[semischarmed]

The Visit

I glance at my phone. 30 minutes. 30 minutes in this chair waiting for the doctor. 30 minutes in a freezing cold examination room wearing nothing but the disposable gown the nurse told me to wear. Now, I’m normally quite patient, but I begin to worry that they may have simply forgotten about me. I sit up straight, ready to leave the chair and ask for the nurse, when my new doctor comes into the room in a rush.

“Hey, Hey! Sorry, sorry. My last patient meeting went a bit over. That alright?“ He grins and verdant eyes sparkle. The man was dreamy. I could say nothing beyond nodding in agreement. 

“Great! Glad to hear it” he beams. I feel an explosion of warmth within my chest and stomach and can’t help but smile back. 

”Thank you so much for understanding. I’m Doctor Ryan! Good to meet you.” I readily shake his hand. Firm. Sturdy. Calloused.  

“Okay great, so we’re just gonna run through your vitals, and… says here you noticed an odd mark show up near your penis?” I flush bright red in embarrassment at the mention. Unperturbed, he continues without skipping a beat “Hmmm.. we’ll definitely want to get that checked. Probably harmless, but could be something bad…  I know the nurse probably covered most of these questions and took your vitals, but [he smirks] just wanna sure we get everything checked correctly, alright?” Damn it. Doctors always have a such way with words, I can’t help but melt in their arms. I feel a numb happy sensation wash over me and again nod in agreement. He was cute, too cute. God. Of course, whatever he thought this appointment was, he was completely off. Most likely picked up the wrong sheet or something, cause I only came for some immunizations. 

Still, the man has me spellbound. I comply with his every whim as he continues running through his normal questioning. In every word, he further puts my will to sleep, with every phrase he draws me closer. To me, his every sentence has progressively slowed the world around us. Not that I’m complaining. I am adrift, motionless in his pool of questioning, sandwiched between warm ocean and sunlight. For a short few moments, I am at peace. I was practically sleeping by the time the second round of questions finished. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder and break my spell slightly and I focus in on his beautiful face. “You okay there, bud?” More nods his way.

“Awesome. Let’s get started then.”

———

The physical was.. something else. We start with just an examination of my body. Pale, scholarly eyes remark on my every blemish, my every curve. It would be a nightmare in any other scenario, but in the secure glance of my doctor, I knew I was safe. Still, near his radiant heat, I could not help but get just a bit flustered. My answers are short, odd, my heart rate jumping to his vicinity.

He wiggles his stethoscope in the air. “We’re just gonna get your heart rate okay?” My mouth is hanging open and drooling slightly, but I nod. Really, it’s all I can do. Stunned to obedience. He just spoke so confidently, so assured in his examination. His tone was out of this world. It’s bright but resonant, like each word reverberated his command in my chest. His voice was no less potent. Sound-waves embrace the air with sweet honey, but an undertone of audible trust. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else, still caught in this man’s spell. Now, a handsome man gets me feeling the same way a doctor often does. But he was both. I can manage nothing beyond a smile and continue nodding “okay.” 

I moan at the touch of the stethoscope. It was ice. Penetrative, cold ice, but in his expert hands, it felt like gift from the man. I imagine the metal is a piece of him, precious metal, precious silver embedding itself in me. I want it in me forever- uh, the man, not the stethoscope. 

He grunts. Fuck. “Sorry” I say sheepishly. That moan was definitely audible then. Further embarrassment floods me, only tempered by by the tingling sense of relaxation I felt in being examined by this man. He takes the odd outburst in stride, giving a half smile before continuing. “Believe it or not, you’re not the first”. The man was a professional through and through.

---

In the middle of making sure my reflexes were still functioning, his face winces, and his upper lip trembles, immediately breaking my illusion. He lets out a quick gasp “Ah.. I.. aahhh” barely audibly. I watch as his knuckles grasp the sides of the cushion in my chair desperately, going white in the process. For the first time in our entire session, the haze cast by this man’s being is broken entirely. I feel the dullness in my mind clear as I take note of the oddness from what had just transpired. His mouth goes wide and his face scrunches up into an emotion that I can’t quite place between pain and pleasure. Maybe both? In any case, before I can even investigate further, it relaxes immediately. Emotionless. 

Then, his eyes twitch before going glassy. Doctor Ryan looked like he was about to throw up. Pleading eyes stare into my soul, but the rest of his face remains blank. I am shocked beyond shocked at this point to do anything beyond stare in disbelief while a shit-eating grin slowly paints his face. His eyes blink back to lucidity- now focused on me, and single tear pools on the corner of his left eye and drips down his cheek. He stops it with his thumb before it can drop further, before nonchalantly wrapping plump lips around it. In a slight suction noise, when he pulls the thumb out his mouth in what looks to be a deliberately seductive manner, staring intently at my face the entire time. What the fuck. 

Immediately, he returns to examining me, making no mention of what had just occurred. This time though, his movements seem just a bit erratic, a bit unrefined. I also catch brief glimpses of that same cringing face every time he moves to the next step in his examination, like he was pulling long-forgotten memories from what should be a fairly standard procedure. He repeats the physical, this time going over my every part much more slowly. Any touch, any connection we had seemed to linger just a bit longer than needed. He almost seemed... Interested? Nervous? Whatever case, with every movement, and every step, his hands get a bit steadier, actions more confident. Whatever just happened to him seemed to be over. I am intrigued, if a bit scared. He was acting suspicious. Too many things seemed to line up for me to dismiss this as just normal checkup. In lustful wishes, I invoke whatever I can, hoping I’m correct. I try to sneak a peak at the outline of his admittedly large penis in his scrubs. Absolutely Flaccid. Odd. Disappointing, to say the least. Whatever this weird, hot doctor was doing, he wasn’t getting off on it.

When he gets to my lower body, he abruptly splits my knees open, spreading my legs wide. Another moan almost escapes me. Thankfully a veil of disposable fabric separates my doctor from my now semi-erect penis. Unthankfully, I can’t help but tent the gown full mast when his ice cold hands begin to trace and snake slowly around my inner thigh. I look at him in shock and he just beams back at me like the past few minutes had not just happened. “Hmmm… great legs…” My face goes crimson and I scream internally at my own inability to control my own body. “Okay, your -hNnggg-ah cha-chart, yes. Apologies for the outburst… your chart seemed to mention some concerns about your penis? Let’s take a closer look” He states, looking up at me with a half-smile. 

“No- er, I think- ah, you got the wrong-” I can barely stammer out a response in the raw stimulation of Doctor Ryan grabbing and gently examining my cock and balls. Pleasure bloomed wherever his fingers glided over. This was a mental battle I could not win. Mind versus body. I was fighting myself, my own urges. He makes gentle cupping motions around my balls, back and forth. I look at him in bewilderment. There was no way this was just for a normal examination. He smiles pleasantly, “just checking for anything out of place… so far, so good”. Mystery solved, I guess. He slowly wraps thick fingers, encircling my cock in an embrace. Not solved. Not solved. I am rock hard. He gives a short chuckle. “Well, at the very least, your nerves appear to be working…. Blood flow looks good as well…Nothing out of the ordinary so far”. I am beet red at this point. Fuck me. I can’t even compose myself in front of this man. 

Then, Doctor Ryan gives it a tug. FUCK. 

“Holy shiiiiiit” I moan out. I turn my head away as my body quivers and gives in to a moment of divine pleasure. Betrayed by my own senses. A second, higher pitched moan escapes my now open throat, barely audible, while the a tiny bit of clear fluid spills onto the doctor’s unflinching hand. I can’t bear to look this guy in the eye. I need a new fucking doctor.

“You know, this is completely natural. Absolutely a normal human body response. Don’t worry about it” he says absentmindedly as he continues. “If anything, at least we know you can still produce, so it doesn’t look like there’s anything to worry about”. He mumbles happily. Outside my sightline, I swear I hear a licking, slurping noise. His hand, looked a bit wetter than before too.That being said, my brain has shut down from humiliation. At this point all I can manage is a blank nod. 

“Well, good news- you’re perfectly hea- Oh! Actually, do you mind?” He begins to unbutton his coat and then proceeds set it on the table beside me.  “You know it’s always a bit hot and stuffy in these rooms”. My eyes can’t help but visually eat at the feast before me. Bare chest and stray hairs poke out from his scrubs. The sleeves are taut around his massive biceps. Despite the objectively unflattering material, it can’t help but conform slightly to his muscular physique. It was pretty clear before, but it was definitely fact now. My doctor was hot as fuck. Something about his last question eats away at my my brain. It wasn’t hot at all. The room is cold, dry, sterile. Hell, this whole hospital is. It’s like he has me back in a trance though. Words smooth as silk, body like sculpture. He had a power over me, so I nod in compliance without even acknowledging how absurd the previous statement was.

“So, as I was saying... the good news is your vitals are all in line.” He laughs kindly, patting my stomach “Maybe eat a bit more protein every now and then”. The voice is warm and reassuring. My brain relaxes to the end in sight to this half dream-half nightmare. I start to get up to get changed before I realize the entire reason for the visit.

“Hey-er, wait! My Immunizations! I needed to get some immunizations done for my-“ 

“Oh?” He cuts me off, eyebrows raised. Intrigue paints his face.  

Then he leans in close, head right up to my ear until the parts of chest peaking from the hospital gown touches the stray hairs poking out from his scrubs. Until we share warmth in that cold examination room. He breathes alongside me in rhythm as he exhales.

“You…don’t need any immunizations. I do… well, I did, anyway. It’s too late for him now...But we do have something planned, for you-we’re gonna try an experimental processss. A brand new… test…just for you...” He whispers. He pauses as he continues to breathe and I feel the hot, damp air emanating from his mouth coat my ear. “We need to test you for... stimulation.” Dear God. That last word he draws out in a far, far different tone than before. It neither clinical nor polite, and it hit like a brick. There was raw emotion in that last word. Raw lust. He cups the other side of my face pulling my left cheek to touch his. Like his chest, it’s quite warm. I’m flush with redness and confusion. I gulp nervously.

His tone returns in its warmth and politeness, contrasted by the intimate position we are in. “Hmmmmm salivating...mmmm... Quite a bit actually. You’re either haven’t eaten… or… you’re hungry for something.” I can’t manage out anything coherent amidst the sensory overload. He continues confidently, “C’mon... I’m your primary care physician? Let me take care of it. Let me take care of you...” He sticks his hand down his own pants, scratching to readjust. With our chests together, I am brought to our present moment. A moment in paradise. When he ebbs, I flow. Like a dance, my chest caves in with every exhale as his puffs out. He does in turn. We were partners. His scent pours out unconfined, unfiltered by distance, concentrated in our proximity. Like rainfall and crushed grass. I could live in it. With our cheeks pressed together, I feel his every movement. Every word spoken drawn in by my inhale. These would be mine to keep. This moment was ours and ours alone. He brings up the same hand, now a bit slimier to take a whiff before shoving that sweaty, funky smelling hand right to my face. I can’t control myself and start inhaling my hot doctor. I lick the man’s hand clean. Delicious.

I continue lapping it up in silence before he finally breaks it to speak. “Mhmmmmm... that’s the stuff... Maybe if we feed you enough of this hot doctor’s cum, you’d pick up on some of his residual intelligence and figure who’s really running this man.” My eyes light up, and the pieces finally all click together in my head. I chuckle. 

“Good to see you too, Ben.”

———

“Leave it to humans to take something so beautifully sensual and twist it. He’s a bit too good at compartmentalizing. In many respects… It’s fucking hot. But, you know, when he’s in this work mode, he sees you as nothing more than sack of meat. We’re not getting anywhere with him without a little push”. Without warning, Ben pulls the doctor’s pants down and fiddles with his new dick- still flaccid. Jesus Christ it’s huge. 

“Look, even this... appendage. Yes that’s an atypical response. I mean look at me, look at this new body we acquired. I’m swimming in this human’s hormones.” He wraps his hand around and begins pumping it. “But see here, it’s still all clinical in this head. I can only get inside him so far. We need something to end this human’s resistance. We need something extra to break him out of this trance. We need raw emotion.”

Just then, the door comes wide open. It’s Austin.

As he closes the door behind him, I see his face more clearly. It’s Austin’s body, but its pilot is undeniably Ben. Austin had a certain swagger to him that my little alien buddy just can’t quite replicate.

Ryan’s mouth opens wide and I watch as his true form exits from my doctor’s mouth and shoot strait into Austin’s welcoming nose. I watch as the doctor goes lucid. His eyes go wide and he stares at me in horror before attempting to escape. Before he can, he is pinned to the ground by the far larger Austin. “Cmon man, smell this fucking body. Feel something”

“If you can’t… we’ll do it for you. We’re going for a wild ride.. relax and enjoy it.” Austin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and I watch as he gives a crazed grin, jaws open unnaturally wide. His tongue sticks out, his head is bright red, and pulsing silver courses through now-prominent veins. Damn. My Doctor looks at me with one last pleading glance, but all I can do is moan “I want you mine.” 

Doctor Ryan lets out an involuntary scream when he notices the changes in Austin’s face, which only work to his disadvantage as a pulsating, semi-solid mass of silver falls into his open maw. Austin sticks their mouths together. Using his tongue, he maintains a steady passageway for Ben. Using his lips, Austin keeps the doctor’s pried open to forcibly receive the precious silver. Their heads bob back and forth as more and more of the slimy mass falls into doctor. I watch as a massive lumps outline themselves in his throat, then his chest, before disappearing into the depths of his body. I notice a little bit pool and spill out the corner of his mouth. When the process is over, Austin’s body falls limply to the side. I stare at the messy pile of silver goo still smeared over Ryan’s drooling mouth. Should I?

I lean over, giving my dream man a kiss. My eyes flutter at the prospect. Ugh, he’s perfect. I feel the every contour of the face of man who would soon be ours, before sucking up the excess silver an a bit of his drool in my mouth. No use putting this stuff to waste. 

In a flash, I feel ecstasy. “Jesus fucking christ” I moan, as I feel a burst of energy from within. The parts of silver which were Ben settle into me, surging me with power and I feel his thoughts reverberate in my mind. In that split second, I also feel the vertigo of looking from two bodies at once. I feel the immense pleasure of controlling two bodies at once and the parts of silver which were Austin become immediately apparent. Goddamn what a fucking power trip. Austin was mine. A quick rush of stolen confidence from my previous tormentor floods my insides and I welcome my updated sense of self. Fuck yeah. Took a part of him for me. He’s never getting this back. I stare at his body and will it up. My dominion, now. While his head still hung unconscious, I move my fingers and tingle in delight as I watch his hands follow. The moment is fleeting though, and I feel the disappointment as my vision recedes back to my singular one.”Hope you liked that” I feel Ben state in my head. “Just a taste. This piece of us you’ve ingested... I think it’s best you keep it. I find this setup beneficial to us both. We can keep in constant contact this way. You might find some residual power left over Austin too, thought probably not in the way you think… at least… not yet.“ 

Before I can question him in my head, the doctor’s body shivers awake and then spasms before letting out a primal scream. Ryan’s looked... bigger? Almost swollen. His body occupied the same space they did before, but there was a larger presence to him. His muscles pump up, obviously riled into a frenzy. “Just a little attitude adjustment, and...Goddamn easy mode, Fuck!” He faces me. His eyes are rolled to the back of his head and silvery veins pulse all over his body. Seconds later, he settles and his eyes return to focus me. “Fuck yeah, you wanted this doctor, right? Bro, you know my bod’s way better. Fuck it though, I don’t care  as I’m a part of the ride. Remember your fucking promise.” He states through gritted teeth. Unnatural coming out of the normally Angelic Doctor Ryan. 

“Your Doc’s too nice though, right? You… Ben… you deserve better. I’ll make us better for you. Look how much fucking bigger, how much more of a fucking man we are with some Austin mixed in....” I am speechless, but he’s right. The doctor now exuded a dominating presence. In any other circumstance, I’d be frightened and compliant. In the presence of Ben, I felt safe.

“Thank Ben he brought us inside this man. Mmmmmm his brain is delicious… I feel so much smarter inside him. We’re gonna fuck him up. Make him better, like you did to me. Twist his head. Make him want your cum almost as much as I do. Make him want to spread more Ben around…. Mmmm speaking of, I feel him inside me. He’s squirming into us both out and goddamn it feels good.” Ryan’s body moans Austin’s moan. “I can’t wait for you to learn how to do this... to put yourself inside me-Please! Fuck! Learn it faster! That... part of me you stole… I feel good as part of you, right? You like it in you, right? Pure fucking jock. Take good care of it…more where that came from”. It was definitely my doctor, but between the behavior and facial expressions, undeniably Austin. Well, post-Ben Austin.

“I-Arrgh” I watch curiously as the doctor’s body shivers. “Ben’s... ready for you.” He winks as his eyes briefly roll to their sockets and roll back. Austin-er Ryan’s demeanor immediately changed ”Had to do a little arranging inside this doctor. We just need one final piece. Ryan’s body ready to receive its new masters. I need you to put as much cum inside this man as you can... I really like this one, his position is useful. But his mind... it’s so vast. He’s no Austin...It’s gonna take a lot more of our genetic material to tame it.”

Austin-er Ben does pushups on the floor. He clears a few hundred before wiping his sweat all over his scrubs. Of course, despite channeling Austin’s very essence, this body is not nearly as buff or as muscular as his so I watch as Ryan is forced to push up and down beyond his limits, tears streaming down his eyes, hands and legs shaking in protest, forced smiling all the while. Previously crisp scrub are now stained, damp in Ben’s body’s perspiration. The smell this weird, hybrid mix emanated was unique. Of course, it still had the cleanliness I’d expect from a doctor. Fresh cologne and nature- exactly what I’d expect from the healthy, professional man which had previous examined me. This man before me was not the same man as before. Because, interwoven was the musk, the testosterone, the pungent stink of our deranged puppet Austin. It was altogether divine. 

“Look at this.” He states with a sneer as he does a bicep flex. His damp scrubs hug his muscle tightly, almost breaking at the seams. The bicep is throbbing. “I feel this body crying in pain and exhaustion. From his mind though... do you know how muscles are made? Tiny tears regrown stronger” A pulse of silver darts through his veins, immediately returning it to stillness. “What wonderful new information. We’re gonna use that. Fill into these layers with a bit of Ben, and a bit of you”. He starts laughing now “Doc Ryan here doesn’t call the shots…This isn’t his body anymore… It’s ours.” 

With that, Ben lifts my gown and sticks his drenched head near my already-hard cock. Fuck he’s warm. Our sweat and scents mingle and I feel my inner thighs go moist in the perspiration in the air. 

“Austin, to the forefront. Combined effort. We need him body and mind. Let us create a new Ryan,” he states. My doctor slowly wrap his thick, plump lips over my dick. Moment’s later, the man’s wet tongue slides forward. I shudder. A bit tickles in a spot just below the head and I squirm on the spot. Jesus fuck, oh- oh fuck, he’s good- he’s really good.

My shaking hands are sloppily held in place. I move them reflexively in the onslaught of pleasure. It’s like Ryan’s body was made for this. Absolute Heaven. I let out a loud moan as I continue to squirm in the confines of my position. Ben had commandeered some control of Austin’s unconscious body, and it stood there, just over me, holding my hands in place and body. Its eyes were rolled back, mouth drooling. Bits of spit dribbled to my forehead. I paid them no mind. Basically an extension of my own bodily fluids at this point anyway. Besides, whatever made Austin, Austin was mostly inside Ryan now, helping Ben add a wonderful new addition to our collection. 

Ryan’s sensual motions, His body expertly bobbing, beckons mine. Erotic symphony. I can do nothing beyond quake in my seat. I hold for as long as I can but it’s too much. This was it. First, I moan. Then, I scream. FUCK. Goddamn bliss. Sweet Release. Pure Ecstasy. I am reduced to babbling internally as I release more and more of myself inside Ryan’s welcoming mouth. Using his powerful chest, he creates a slight suction, greedily taking as much of my cum inside as he can. The body begins to choke for air, but I feel Austin and Ben smile instead and continue inhaling my cum. Their eyes only relayed one word. More. There’s not much else I could have done anyway, because I continue to spew load after load inside the man. It’s the best I ever felt, the longest it’s ever been and the most I ever given. I sit in extended euphoria, paralyzed in bliss. Logic aside, ethics aside, this was my new order. Our new order. In my mind I strive to continue on, to bring more to this light. So many delicious fucking bodies in this town. So many new ‘me’s destined, yearning for my control- even if they didn’t know it yet. That last bit might have been some of Austin’s megalomania in me.   

The phone rings at Ryan’s side and he picks it up. Someone patches in a call. 

“Doctor are you alright? We heard some odd noises“. I watch Ben in alarm. He cracks his head to the side, cock still in his mouth, and veins coursing in silver fluid display prominently in his temples. He switches demeanor almost seamlessly back. In contrast, like strings cut, Austin’s body falls over me, unmoving. I didn’t mind. I inhale his jock essence as I listen in.

“Yewph- Iw- Ehem.. I’m quiw ahwigh, *gulp*… ahhh yeah.. Apologies, Nancy this appointment is taking just a bit longer than expected. I’ll be ready soon- just need a little more time with this one.” Every word again resounds warmly, calmly, politely in this man. When Ben channels Ryan, it’s like I’m hearing the same person who examined me earlier. He was ours. I glance his way and a bit of my cum is still on his lips as he continues his conversation. He happily draws it to his mouth with a finger and sucks it clean. My cock is drenched in the doctors sweat. Fucking hot. Ben found us a real catch. “Dr. Ben” ends the call and mentally, he’s back to our present situation, back to huffing in breathless pleasure, as he continues sucking the any residual mess in me clean. He gives me a wink as he finishes. 

Ryan then stands over to Austin, and, in a reverse of the process from earlier vomits out the same silvery mass, now slick with streaks of white, back into its container. There was significantly less this time. From the still open mouth of Ryan, I watch the tiny man emerge, giving me a motion that indicated he was smiling. “I’m staying in this one a bit longer. Driving this particular specimen gives me a pleasure not wholly physical.” The mouth slowly closes and Ryan’s eyes show life again. He smiles. I look expectantly at the two of them. They begin making out. The sounds are sloppy and I can’t help but get a bit jealous. Taking note, they both stop abruptly before giving me a wink. The both speak at once while Ryan begins stripping stark naked.

“Can’t help it...You should come and stay in this room for a while. My next patient’s got quite a body we can utilize, based on this man’s memory. You still got some cum left in you? I can’t expand further without it” I nod happily. If Ben thinks he’s cute, we had to at least try. What am I saying? I can produce like a motherfucker, took part of my bully inside, made it mine. I may not look it yet, but I was alpha now.  

“Austin, strip down, I need some new clothes, and yours are a better fit.” Austin’s face cringes and I watch as his normal personality returns. Normal was a stretch, because he was far more subservient now than he was before this all began. Ben then looks at me with a toothy smile as he walks over to my pile of neatly folded clothes and digs out my underwear. He nonchalantly strips stark naked and then proceeds to put on my underwear. “This is a tight- Hmph!” He struggles to get each thick leg through “-ah, your clothes...Mmm! So tiny”. This results in my hot, nearly naked doctor wearing my underwear tightly. It’s pulled to its seams as it’s forced to constrict and hold together the doctor’s massive package. I watch as his cock begins to get hard, only to be restricted by the fabric. He moans at the setup. “Ayyyyeeee fuck! Fuck yeah. It feels like you’re in here, squeezing this host’s cock and ass. I’m gonna make sure he wears this forever. I’m gonna make sure this imprints our scent into this man. Look at me. Look at this muscle. Ryan..mmmmm.... all the brains and brawn in the world couldn’t help you. Every time he gets hard on, I want him to be wearing this. I want his penis to scrape this, to be bound by it, forever a reminder of who the real Ryan is now.”

Ben’s new doctor personality switches back. He politely gestures to his pile of clothes, still freshly warm before looking at me. “If you’re gonna be my assistant, you’ll need to look the part,” he states with a kind smile. I eye the warm pile, almost steaming in the residual heat. Ryan’s body licks its lips. Ben again. “Wear it. This man is ours, forever. Take ownership of that. Of those clothes. There’s so much of your genetic material embedded inside this particular specimen, at this point these are your own as much as it is his.”

I rush over to put the scrubs on, to feel the residual heat in my doctor Ryan envelop me. I relish in it. Still warm and moist with his sweat. It was like I was wearing the man myself. Of course, it fits loosely over me, and I barely pass as an assistant. He leans over to me. “smell it” he whispers. “Smell yourself. I like you better this way”. He’s right. I smell so fucking alpha in this getup. Ben then begins putting on Austin’s clothes, which are a much better fit. 

In contrast, Austin is forced to wear the remainder my clothes, which he creepily sniffs first and ends up with it fitting way too tight and revealing on him. I gesture to offer the scrubs I just put on instead, but he immediately declines in a huff, “No... I’m fucking better this way. More... complete” He moans “This was the way I was meant to be... yours... wearing this makes me feel like you’re here inside me, wearing your own clothes. I belong like this...This is your body, it misses you, and he doesn’t feel whole until you’re back home.” He pats himself. “I can’t wait for you to become this. And I’m not fucking taking no for an answer either. One day, I’m putting you where you belong- inside me so we can never be separated again. Moving around feels empty when you’re not in here doing it for me”. What the fuck did Ben do? The guy, my previous bully was horny just being near me. It felt amazing.

I silently thank Ben. Whatever Austin was rambling on about turned me the fuck on. I smiled. That piece of Austin I ingested earlier- I think his shitty vocab’s been rubbing off on me. Regardless, Austin was right- wearing him, controlling him from the inside was where I belonged. I deserved it. Deserved him. “Wait for us at home- we won’t be long” Ben instructs Austin through Ryan in a fatherly tone. Austin complies, leaving the room, staring longingly at me until he no longer could. 

Ben puts on his coat. “Well then, that’s settled. I hope your cock is ready, human, we have a full schedule of bodies to possess.“

-End of “Ben Pt. 2″-

A smarter version of me would have split this into two parts. Also, preemptive apologies to anyone in a medical profession.

#Male possession #Alien possession #Male control #male puppet #male body control

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

More drugged villain please?

Okay so I did not know if this was an ask for a new piece, or a continuation of Paying For It. Because I already am planning on Paying For It Part 2, this is going to be a new piece, so ladies and gents I present to you *drumroll*...

Villain Pursuit

@shydragonrider

Warnings: drugged whumpee, tranq dart, needles, fever, tired characters, chasing of whumpee, bullet wound, guns, infection, descriptions of injuries, knocked out by blunt force, kidnapping

*not edited, sorry*

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"He is getting much weaker," Hero reported as she stood in front of her boss, Superhero. "His right leg is very swollen and he can hardly walk, much less run. I believe it is infected and-" a yawn "- and he can hardly walk in a straight line anymore."

"Then, why didn't you grab him if he is this easy?" Superhero asked, ignoring his employee's obvious signs of exhaustion- it has been a long, rough two weeks of chasing a villain across multiple states. One of the other heroes managed to shoot his leg in hopes of incapacitating him, but the slippery villain somehow walked it off. Or, he did and now the wound was badly infected.

"He disappeared into a crowd," Hero replied. "I think it's time to chase him down and sedate him or something. If he continues like this, he is going to die."

Superhero nodded curtly in agreement. "Okay," he sighed. "We go out there and we do not rest until Villain is safetly behind bars."

Hero narrowed her eyes at the bluntness in Superhero's voice, but decided that her boss was just tired. She also reckoned that was the reason he didn't mention the infirmary as Villain's first destination after capture.

He was just tired, right?

《~~》

"Okay," Hero said, adjusting the tranq gun on her belt. "There he is."

Villain was laying against the steps to a door in an alleyway. His head was thrown backwards against his shoulder, eyes cracked open in semi-consciousness. His injured leg was stretched out whereas the other was curled up in an attempt to use some leverage to support himself. One arm was propped to keep himself upright, the other strewn to the side.

"He looks horrible," Teammate commented, chewing nervously on his lip. "I doubt its going to take much to put him out."

"Yeah, me neither," Hero agreed, feeling a rising nausea in her stomach. The pair crept towards the injured villain. Hero glanced over to see more heroes also advancing to corner the man.

But, at the last moment before Hero was able to shoot the dart, Villain saw them. He scrambled up his feet, leaning heavily against the door and swaying wildy. He looked over all the heroes, before turning and running off.

Hero cursed under her breath and sped after the hobbling villain. For a moment, she felt absolutely sorry for him. He could hardly stay on his feet, his right leg not even stepping that much on the ground. She could hear his pained groans from where she was.

Hero stopped running and drew out her tranq gun. Whispering an apology, she let the dart fly.

The feathered dart hit Villain directly in the side of his neck. He stumbled a bit, the drug already taking effect. He made an awkward circle- more of an oval- before collapsing backwards on the ground, his arms limply trying to break his fall, but they failed. His head crashed into the ground, leaving him laying in a motionless heap.

Hero grimaced. She never saw someone go down that quickly from the tranq gun before.

She walked up to the villain, crouching down and staring at him. An odd mixture of defeat and relief expressed itself on his unconscious face. Hero sighed, running a hand through her hair, before taking a look at his swollen leg.

The bullet that previously imbedded itself in his leg was gone, leaving a very infected gash. His whole calf was twice the size it would normally be- due to the infection and the fact that he seemed to have a badly sprained ankle.

"Finally!" Teammate exclaimed, sitting down exhausted next to Hero. "I was getting to the point of just shooting him and being done-"

"Look at this," Hero gestured towards his leg. She pressed into the flesh, it wasn't like he could feel it. It was burning hot.

"Yeah, looks nasty. I'm gonna call Superhero and then let's get him to the infirmary," Teammate said and went to call their boss.

Hero positioned herself by Villain's head and placed it in his lap. For some reason, even though he was incapable of realizing her presence, she felt a call to comfort him.

"It'll be okay buddy," Hero whispered, brushing the unwashed hair out of Villain's face. "Just hang on for me, will you?"

Superhero came within a few minutes, oddly without the aid of doctors and nurses. Hero watched with a perplexed look on her face while Teammate shrugged, also very confused.

Superhero smirked down at the unconscious man, nonchalantly using his foot and shoving his shoulder over. Villain rolled deeper into Hero's lap, his muscles devoid of any resistance.

"Well good job my heroes," Superhero said in an annoyingly chirpy voice. "Help me get him into my car, and I'll take him to the, uh, infirmary."

Hero nodded curtly, but really she found this odd. Why was Superhero taking Villain? What if Villain woke up? Maybe he meant for Teammate and Hero to join him in the ride and just harmlessly forgot to mention it?

Teammate and Hero loaded Villain into the back of the car and buckled his limp body up. They had him in a sitting position with his leg dangling over his chest, arms lazily lying at his sides.

"Thank you so much, guys. Really, great job," Superhero applauded in an interestingly quick voice. Hero smiled back and prepared to ride shotgun.

"Wait! No, no, no," Superhero chuckled nervously. "Honey, why don't you and Teammate go home and get some sleep. You two have been working incredibly hard."

Hero detected the tension in her boss's voice, but chose to ignore it. Truthfully, she was too tired to argue and the thought of collapsing on her bed and sleeping was too tempting. She stepped back and Superhero got into his car and drove away.

《~~》

"It's been a week Hero," Teammate spoke over in between sips of his morning coffee. "A week and no signs of Superhero, we can't visit Villain, and the agnecy is a mess."

"Yeah, kind of odd," Hero agreed, looking out the window and across the busy street. She took a lip of her own coffee and glanced bavk over at her partner. "Maybe we should call him."

"Yeah." Teammate nodded, then a mischievous grin dawned on his face. "You do it," he challenged.

But Hero was not in the mood for games. She flipped out her phone and dialed her boss's number.

"Hey Hero, how are-" cough "-you." The superhero on the otherside of the line sniffled.

"Are you sick boss?" Hero asked, brow furrowing in concern.

"Yeah, just the flu. Nothing serious, just miserable."

Was it Hero's ears playing tricks on her, or did Superhero's voice seem suddenly much less congested?

"Oh well I'm sorry. Rest up and we'll see you next week."

"Is everything okay Hero?"

"Yep all good."

It was not all good. Hero hung up and looked over at Teammate. A wordless conversation passes between them and they both hustled to their feet and practically ran out the door.

Superhero lived on the outskirts of the city in a vintage farmhouse. Hero's sport car felt very out of place in the picturesque view of the red barn and old tractor.

Teammate knocked on the screen door and stepped back. Hero tried not to notice, but he had a gun with him.

"Coming! I'm coming!" Superhero's clearly not sick voice rang out. Hero heard the poudning of footsteps before Superhero, dreased in a sweatpants and a tank top, opened the door.

His face paled at the sight of his employees.

"Oh, hey ack. What brings you here? I said I was totally good," Superhero chuckled, tapping his fingers against the doorframe.

"Cut the bull Superhero." Teammate drew his gun. "Where is Villain?"

Hero was shocked. She didn't really piece two and two together, but it seemed like Teammate did.

Superhero had Villain.

"No where. What makes you think-"

Teammate brought the barrel of the gun to Superhero's temple, knocking him out. He immediately rushed over and stuck his boss with a needle.

"What?" Hero asked, astonished.

"I'm always prepared. Never trusted that guy anyways," Teammate replied, turning his nose up slightly at Superhero's sleeping form in amusement, before rushing into the house. Hero followed.

They found Villain unconscious on the floor of the basement. His arm was strewn over his face, bruised and bloodied.

Hero ran over and took one look at the villain an immediately knew that he was in reallt bad shape. The original infection seemed to be drained, but it was still quite pussy. Also, the swelling did not yet go down.

Teammate grabbed Villain's arm and turned it over to reveal tiny holes. Hero swallowed. He has been drugged, she realized with a shudder.

Teammate, without another word, scooped Villain into his arm and carried him back up the stairs. Hero followed, stunned into silence.

When they came across Superhero's peacefully sleeping form, Hero brought her heel down onto his nose. With a satisfying crunch, it broke.

"Serves you right," Hero whispered, voice dripping with malice.

Teammate had Villain lying in the backseat of the small car, his bad leg resting against his jacket as a pillow. Hero scooted in next to him, laying his head on her lap. "Okay, let's go," she said and Teammate droved to her house.

The first thing the two did was get the disgusting, soiled articles of clothing off Villain's partially starved body. He immediately started to shiver, convulsions overtaking his body.

"Okay, he need to be warmed up," Hero said. "Bath?"

"No, wrap him in warm blankets and then sit with him on the couch. I need to tend to this leg ASAP," Teammate said, voice completely focused and monotoned.

Hero did as she was told, swaddling Villain in a fluffy beige blanket. She laid his upper body across her lap as Teammate went to work on properly draining the abscess. Villain didn't stir and Hero got worried. She checked his pulse finding it too fast and erratic to be normal.

"Okay done." Teammate cleaned his hands off on a paper towel and doused the wound with antiseptic. When that was done, he wrapped the gash in thick bandages.

Hero clutched Villain, dragging him closer to her. Waking up slightly, he nuzzled his face into her arm. Then, he stilled again, asleep.

"What are we going to do about him?" Hero whispered. "Superhero won't let us get away..."

"I know." Teammate rubbed his eyes. "That's why I am going to pack and we are running away."

#villain whumpee #superhero whumper #hero caretaker #teammate caretaker #hero x villain #drugged whumpee #drugged villain #evil superhero #guns tw #unconscious villain #kidnapping #injured villain

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 13) - Whiskey & Cookie Cake

Summary: After returning from his parents, the reader and Jensen have a very special impromptu date. The following day, they make things official and the reader shares an important part of her past with Jensen...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 6,000ish

Warnings: language, flangst

A/N: It’s not my fault if anything in this part makes you cry. Nope, none. Or if you want whiskey and cookie cake ;) Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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“I appreciate you two coming shopping with me,” said Alan as he stared at the flour section of the grocery store, Jensen off in the deli section getting some fresh meat for the grill. “Would you mind getting two bags for me?”

“No problem,” you said, bending down to get some. You sat them in the cart and walked down the aisle with him as he tossed in some yeast. “Are you gonna make your own hamburger rolls?”

“No, Jensen’ll get some from the bakery. My wife likes to make bread and send the kids home with a fresh loaf or two whenever they visit.”

“By kids you mean Jensen,” you said with a smile.

“Well, the other two are close by. They still get it. He liked it a lot after the accident. Couldn’t keep much down the first two weeks aside from bread and rolls,” he said.

“Why’s that?”

“Something about trauma, grief and a major leg surgery not being a good combo the doctor told us,” he said as Jensen came up the aisle with his own cart. 

“Hamburgers. Hotdogs. Oh and steaks for me and Y/N,” he said, smiling at his dad.

“You really gonna milk last night for all it’s worth, aren’t ya,” he said. 

“Relax. It’s salmon,” said Jensen with a smirk, his dad groaning. “So yes. You’re gonna eat your fish and stay away from the red meat today and maybe we can start letting last night go.”

“You’re blackmailing me.”

“Blackmailing you would be saying you’re gonna start taking your cholesterol medication everyday,” said Jensen. His dad opened his mouth and Jensen crossed his arms. “Dad. You’re old. Take the medicine. Please.”

“Old. I run three miles every morning. Three,” he said.

“Daddy. Take your medicine.”

“What else do you want?” he sighed. Jensen smirked and walked down the aisle, pointing to the left. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“One time offer. We will never discuss last night ever again if and only if, you get me what is owed to me.”

“This is a grocery store?” you asked, Jensen chuckling. He ran back to grab your hand, pulling you away towards the bakery. 

“Boom,” he said, showing off a massive, massive cookie about the size of two sheet cakes.

“Jensen that’s like two hundred dollars,” you said.

“Eighth birthday. I remember being promised a particular cake from this particular store for my birthday if I got a A’s on every single one of my spelling tests all second grade long and guess who kept up his end of the deal,” said Jensen, crossing his arms.

“Spell optometry,” you said. 

“O, p, t, o, m, i-”

“Etry,” you said, his dad walking over. 

“Well I think I’ll buy the cake for the one that can spell after all,” he said. Jensen’s jaw dropped and he pouted. “Should you tell him or should I?”

“Jensen that cake behind you says Happy Birthday JJ.” He spun around and looked at the cake, cocking his head. “The one next to it says For Mrs. Rodeux’s best speller. Better late than never.”

“Oh. You...got me a cake,” he said.

“I called them first thing to get the second one done. You think I don’t know you kid?” chuckled his dad. Jensen looked at you and narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have to share it. It can go home with you.”

“Yes!” he said, doing a fist pump.

“Yeah, figured that’d win you over,” said his dad with a big smile.

“He really likes cookie cake huh,” you said.

“Just don’t let him eat too much at once or he gets sick.”

“I will do my best.”

Later That Evening

“Where’d Daddy go?” asked Zeppelin as you watched him take a bath back home in Austin. You were starting to get him comfortable with at least somewhat washing himself but for the most part he was still too interested in playing.

“I think he went to the bathroom downstairs,” you said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “You want to get in some warm jammies and have a bedtime story?”

“Not particularly,” he said. You got off the bench and squatted down next to the tub, ruffling his damp hair. 

“How about we dry you off at least,” you said as you felt the water, a little cooler than you would have liked. “Come on. Time for jammies and bed.” 

“No thank you,” he said. 

“Hm. Well that sucks considering...well, you know…” you said. He turned his attention away from his boat and stared up at you. “Don’t you know?”

“No. What?” he asked as he got to his feet.

“You don’t know?” you said, his head shaking. “You gotta dry off and get in your pajamas then so we can go see.”

“See what Y/N?” he asked, climbing out of the tub with your help and picking up his towel. You helped him dry off and handed him his shirt and a pair of pull ups. “Y/N…”

“It’s in your room,” you said, never seeing him change faster as you drained the tub. He ran out the second his shorts were on and down the hall to his room, opening the door. He looked up at you and you nodded to his bed. He climbed on top and and you went over to his bookshelf, picking up the stuffed animal. “You know Wolf Wolfington?”

“Yeah,” he said, kneeling up in bed.

“You know how he’s your favorite?” you said, walking over with the animal behind your back. He nodded and you smiled, pulling the toy out. “I thought you might like him.”

“Wolfington!” he said, giving the stuffed thing a squeeze. “This is awesome!”

“I talked to Wolfington you see and he really wants you to get a bedtime story,” you said. “A really quick one even.”

“Okay,” he said, climbing under the covers with his new toy and his favorite blanket. Ten minutes later he was passed out and you put his book back on the shelf, hitting his light off and nightlight on. You skirted out of the room and shut the door. After cleaning up the bathroom, you wandered downstairs and found Jensen on the back balcony. 

“Hey,” you said as you opened the back door. You slid it shut behind you, Jensen looking out over the yard. “Feel alright?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. You stood beside him, Jensen shifting behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He rested his chin on your shoulder and you smiled.

“S’nice night,” you said.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. You took his hand and turned back towards inside. 

“Meet me on the trampoline in five,” you said. He smirked and headed down the stairs while you gathered up a few items. He was bouncing up and down by the time you got out there, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a container in the other.

“Well this looks promising,” he said, plopping down on his bottom. You set the items down and stepped inside, sliding the container over to him. He popped off the lid and grinned. “You cut up my cookie cake for me.”

“Only if you share,” you said. You cracked the peel off the bottle and took a swig, mouth burning but the taste was good. You handed it to him and took out a piece of cake for yourself, Jensen smirking as he threw back a good two shots. He shook himself out and put the cap back on, taking a big bite of his cake and moaning. He lay back with his head in your lap, smiling up at you. 

“I’m gonna keep you,” he said, smirking and taking another bite.

“I’ll make you a deal. You catch me, you can keep me,” you said, leaning down and pecking a kiss to his nose. He wrapped his arms over his head and around your waist, leaving his cookie on his chest. “No silly. You’re supposed to wait until I’m ready.”

“Oh, my mistake, miss,” he said, popping the last of his piece in his mouth. You took a few more of yours and wiped off your hands, Jensen sitting up just in time to tackle you back on the net, making you both along with the bottle and container bounce. “You’re not very good at this.”

“You don’t play fair,” you said, Jensen smirking before he plopped down on top of you. “Jensen.”

“See that’s twice I’ve caught you. I think you should honestly give up now and accept your fate with me forever.”

“Oh no! The cookie cake!” you said. He sat up and spun around, giving you a chance to crawl out from under him and over to the other side of the trampoline. “Sucker.”

“That you’re just gonna have to pay for,” he said. He jumped and bounced over to you, missing you as you rolled away. You giggled and went to stand but he was already right there and picking you up. “What to do with a troublemaker like you?”

“Drink, eat way too much dessert and look at the stars?” you asked.

“Cuddling is non-negotiable,” he said. 

“I suppose I can live with that,” you sighed dramatically. He grinned and started to bounce lightly, your arms going around him. “Don’t drop me.”

“Never,” he said, jumping up high with you, your arms squeezing him tight. He laughed and did it again before setting you down. He held up a finger and jogged back to the house, ducking inside and returning with a blanket. He handed it to you and you laid it out on the trampoline, Jensen laying back beside you.

“Just so we’re clear,” you said, taking a sip from the bottle while he got out another piece of cake and trading with you, “I totally let you catch me.”

“Gonna play it that way are we?” he chuckled. 

“Yup,” you said, Jensen turning and resting his head back on your stomach. You played with his hair, his eyes closing briefly while he chewed. He stared up at the dark sky, humming to himself. “I can tell you’re better than this morning.”

“Yeah. I know this chick. She has a knack for making everything better,” he said. You ran your fingers through his strands, taking a deep breath. “Did you know I make music on occasion?”

“The guy with guitars and records and music stuff all over his house? No, never,” you laughed. He reached a hand up and ruffled your head. 

“I’m serious, like I’ve recorded in a studio. I have an album,” he said.

“Really?” you asked. “You’ve never told me that.”

“I lost the mood for it a while back. It might be coming back,” he said. He was quiet and you twirled a piece of his hair, Jensen smiling and nuzzling back against you.

“Where’d you go during kiddos bath?” you asked.

“Mom had it handled,” he said. You took a bite of your cookie and felt him pull your hand in his hair down to his chest. “Was that okay?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. You finished off your cookie and he reached into the container for another. “Plane.”

“Where?” he asked.

“Kinda to the left,” you said.

“I think I missed it.” You felt his gaze on you and you turned your head, green eyes looking back. “They get two moms is all. It’s no big deal.”

“They don’t have to call me that,” you said.

“I know.” He went back to looking at the sky, a few stars out in the clear night. “You know I heard from this chick, same one as before and all, that adoptive moms are kinda the shit.”

You sat up and his head wound up in your lap. 

“You want that?” you asked.

“Eventually, yeah. After the wedding and everything,” he said. “Speaking of which, and I know a lot of women have their vision and all that but I was thinking maybe you’d be interested in something smaller? You don’t strike me as the let’s have a huge thing kind of person.”

“You want me to adopt the kids?” you asked again. He nodded and sat up, moving an arm around your back.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay,” he said, your head shaking. “What is it?”

“I don’t...want to overstep and…” you said. He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper.

“We have permission from the beyond it turns out,” he said. He held it out to you and you swallowed. “She wrote me a letter a few years back after the twins were born. I found it in my desk drawer last fall. I finally read it after we got home tonight.”

“Jensen, I can’t. This isn’t for me.”

“Well if you don’t read it, I’m gonna tell you what it says anyways.” 

“This is yours,” you said, pushing the paper back towards his chest. “She was talking to you. This was meant for you and only you.”

“Actually you’re wrong,” he said, putting it in your hand. “Some of the letter was for me but this page? This page I haven’t read because it’s not addressed to me. It’s for you and I need you to read it because this is the last of her voice I ever get from her for a really long time so I need you to read it and tell me what it says.”

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath before unfolding the sheet.

To The Next One,

I hope there is a next one. Like seriously. I’m telling you upfront that I was the one that did the asking out, not him. He’s shy and I swear Jensen if you’re reading this I’m kicking your ass the second I see you again.

“She’s funny,” you said, biting your bottom lip.

So. Next person he falls in love with. Here’s the deal. I got some contingencies for you and him getting together. Technically I have no say. Technically I can guilt trip from beyond the grave though so, you know, I win. But if you are the person he loves, tell him that you love him. He bottles shit up and shoves it down. He pretends he’s fine and he’ll take on the weight of the goddamn world with a smile cause he’s good like that. But he hurts and you’ve probably seen him cry as much as I have at this point. You can only be that good and kind and loving when you got a lot of love jammed in there.

So I imagine he was pretty fucked up after I bit the big one. Probably put on a brave face and powered through. But you know that. Do me a favor and put that boy in his place. Tell him to go cry or watch The Notebook. He says he hates it but it’s what he watches when he needs to cry. You know what else? Encourage that shit more. He’s getting there, really he is. He is the least toxic man on the planet. But you know, try to help him diffuse or something? I used to give him lavender bubble bath and he was all, no way and then next thing I know, he’s taking his bubble bath on a stressful day. Pay attention to that stuff I guess is what I’m saying.

Another thing. Presuming he’s not the most handsome geriatic man there could be when you’re reading this, have a fucking kid with him. Have two if you want, or more. Adopt the three that we made. Or adopt if you can’t. It’s fun and he is so good with a baby. He was walking around with Arrow earlier cooing at her and that’s the most adorable shit I’ve ever seen in my life and you deserve to see it too.

He’s special. Normally I’d never agree to sharing him but if you’re the person he gave this letter to, I’ll make an exception for you like I’m sure you had to make an exception for me. Make him happy and the kids. Let them make you happy. Maybe in another life we can catch up over a drink, figure out how to share there too.

And just between us, don’t stop acting like kids in love for the first time. He won’t and you shouldn’t either.

See you around The Next One.

Dee

P.S. His blue henley is the softest thing on earth. He hides it in his gray suitcase. Steal it or I swear we can’t be friends.

“Y/N?” asked Jesen as you folded up the paper. You smiled and put it in your pocket. “What’d it say?”

“I don’t think it was meant for your eyes,” you said, planting your hands behind you and leaning back. “But she’d like us to do everything we’d like. Also found out a few things I’m gonna have to keep a secret.”

“Oh really?” he said, smirking at you. “Like what?”

“I think that’s between us girls,” you said, laying back on the trampoline. “We are going to share you though so I think you’ll like that.”

“You’re really not gonna tell me?” he chuckled. “After all that?”

“She loves you a lot. I mean a lot Jensen. Pretty much it’s her asking me to take care of you guys and some little ways to do that,” you said. He nodded and lay back, smiling to himself. “Do you-”

“No. If I change my mind I’ll just ask to see it,” he said. 

“Why’d you finally read the letter she had today of all days?”

“I was ready, after my parents and how you acted. I’m not letting her go or moving on so much as...I want my first girl to love my second girl and I’m pretty sure you two would care about each other, for me and the kids sakes.”

“Well I gotta love her. I happen to know the location of a certain...shirt I’m supposed to steal,��� you said. He turned his head and his jaw dropped.

“She told you about the blue henley! No, it’s so soft!”

“I was instructed to steal it so I’m afraid I must make this sacrifice for Dee. It’s really the only respectable thing to do.”

“You two are somehow still managing to gang up on me,” he said with a laugh. “Oh my God. I don’t know if I can handle an afterlife with the both of you.”

“Yeah but threesomes on the reg,” you said. He let out a deep laugh, running a hand over his face while you giggled. “Sorry. That was so inappropriate.”

“No, no that’s Dee for ya. She would be more than down,” he chuckled. “Yeah, she’d like you a lot.”

“We both have excellent taste in men,” you said, reaching for the container of cookie. There was one piece left and you held it out, Jensen leaning up to take a bite.

“That’s not the whole thing right?”

“Jensen it was the size of a sheet cake. This is like, a fifth of that,” you said.

“Good cause as you can see, I have no cutoff when it comes to this stuff.” He took another bite and you put the rest in your mouth, his eyes narrowing. He pecked a kiss to your lips and pulled you to lay back with him. “I have a fun idea for tomorrow while the kids are at school and daycare.”

“Lay in bed naked and drink coffee?”

“That is an excellent idea we will be touching upon Tuesday morning. However, it seems to me that my fiance is missing something,” he said, lacing his fingers with your left hand. 

“You want to go pick out an engagement ring?”

“Hm, I think you’ll just have to trust me on this one,” he said. 

“Okey dokie.” You turned onto your side and curled up beside him. The air was warm and comfortable, Jensen stretching out. “Love you.”

“Love you too, honey.”

You woke up to the sound of birds, Jensen groaning beside you. The air felt different and opening your eyes told you exactly why.

“Howdy neighbors,” said Jared. You bolted up and turned on your bottom, Jared chuckling while Jensen grunted again. He pulled you down to lay and Jared laughed. “Stopped by to get the keys to your jet skis when I saw those three inside eating cereal out of the box and watching cartoons.”

“See? They can fend for themselves,” mumbled Jensen. He sat up and brought you with him before rubbing his eyes. Jared walked over to the entrance of the trampoline and smirked. “Shut up.”

“What’d you two crazy kids get up to last night?” he asked.

“Nothing,” said Jensen. 

“There is a half drunk liquor bottle and you both smell like whiskey and chocolate.”

“It was cookie cake,” you said. “I think we accidentally fell asleep out here.”

“The trampoline don’t make a half bed mattress,” said Jensen. You crawled out of the entrance, Jared holding the bottle and empty container when you handed them off to him. Jensen followed after as you stretched out. “What time is it?”

“A little after eight,” he said. 

“Shit. JJ’s late for school,” he said, Jared shaking his head. “Ah, thank you.”

“Gen took her and the boys. I dropped the twins off at daycare after I came out here and made sure you were both alive,” he said.

“I thought something poked my back,” you said.

“I figured I’d let you guys sleep,” he said. “You want to hit up the water with us? Double date while the kids are at school?”

“We have plans,” said Jensen with a soft smile. “But dinner here later?”

“What are we having? Cause you know we got our tradition for last week of school,” said Jared with a grin.

“You guys handle the sides, we’ll handle the meat,” said Jensen. Jared smirked and you shook your head. “You’re a child.”

“You handle that meat real good,” said Jared, Jensen whacking his arm.

“Be careful with the skis. Wear your life jacket doofus,” he said.

“Yes mom,” said Jared as he handed you back the bottle and container. “Six thirty ish?”

“Sounds good. Oh and if Gen is in the mood to make extra queso…” said Jensen, Jared rolling his eyes. “Thank you Jared.”

“Yeah, yeah. You guys finish up your thing early you know where to find us,” he said. He headed back up the yard as you and Jensen ducked inside. 

“I am going to shower,” you said. Jensen grinned and grabbed your free hand. “Do...do you want to shower too?”

“We would save a lot of time if we did it together,” he said. 

“I like the way you think Ackles.”

“I am so confused,” you said an hour later, sat on the hood of Baby with a blindfold on. “You know normally you would do the blindfold and then give the ring, not the other way around.”

“Eh, quiet with your back sass. I have a surprise for you that requires some preparation,” he said. 

“Oh you know prep work is very important,” you laughed.

“Jared’s a bad influence on you.”

“You’re a bad influence on me,” you said. “So to recap, after we showered and got dressed in what I should say is a particularly flattering romper-”

“I like the red one but you had to go with the blue, didn’t you,” he chuckled.

“The red one is so tight on my ass it’s not even funny.”

“We have different definitions of problems with clothing,” he laughed. 

“Well, this light blue one is strapless.”

“I know. I find that very, very appealing.”

“Anyways, my randy fiance hits me out of nowhere with a ring he’s had in the closet apparently and then he kidnaps me away to his muscle car, throws a blindfold on me and after approximately twenty one minutes of driving, mainly highway, we park and he has abandoned me like a damsel to fend for myself in the summer heat.”

“You trying to win an Oscar over there?” he chuckled.

“I’d settle for an Emmy.”

“Oh yeah. Everybody can get one of those,” he laughed. “You can calm yourself little lady. I am almost done and frankly your timing estimation is scarily accurate.”

“Well I know how far the brewery is from the house so not that impressive,” you said.

“We’re not at the brewery,” he said.

“We are literally at the brewery. I heard someone shout your name.”

“Technically we’re on the land next to it, smarty pants. Two more seconds,” he said.You leaned your head back, enjoying the breeze and smell of fresh pizza. 

“Hey Jensen. What’s this dinner tradition thing with the Padaleckis?”

“Oh we started it a few years back. This is the kids last week of school. Since tomorrow and wednesday are half days, we kinda always get together as like an end of school celebration that Monday night. We’ll go out this weekend with them but we do a home cooked meal, normally a tex-mex blend sort of thing for this. I got a guy we can get some marinated brisket from on the way home. We’ll put her in the grill on low and she’ll be good to go.”

“You ever have a sandwich with brisket, coleslaw and jalapenos? It is so, so good.”

“I’m gonna have to try that out tonight,” he said, his hands on your arms. “For now though, please remove your blindfold, madam.”

You undid the bow in the back and pulled it off. A small table was set up with a two candles on top, a box of pizza at the end and a six pack beside it.

“You really do know the way to my heart,” you said. You laughed and he walked you over to it, pulling out your folding chair. “I thought I smelled pizza.”

“I know you like the one we sell quite a bit,” he said, taking a seat next to you. “I actually...don’t laugh but this was kinda my idea of how I actually wanted to propose. It’s private but simple. You’ve never been the fanfare type. I thought you would have liked it.”

“You could always ask again.”

“Wanna marry me?”

“Yup,” you said. He wiped off his brow and and you gently smacked his arm. “I do like it. Just us. It’s really peaceful here.”

“I’ve always thought so. Our own little slice of country,” he said.

“I never told you, did I,” you said, smiling to yourself. “I grew up on the outskirts of Austin, about ten minutes down the road.”

“That’s all farm country out there,” he said. You shrugged and he chuckled. “You grew up on a farm?”

“My mom owned acreage from her parents, their parents before them. She left it to me. I haven’t been in over a year. A local farmer makes sure the house is in order but we got fields and a house and barn. I never sold it in case I needed a place between nanny jobs.”

“Would you show me sometime?” he asked.

“Yeah. We can go after our lunch date. Promise.”

“What do you think?” you asked when you walked up the front path to the house nearly an hour later. 

“This is gorgeous out here. It’s so quiet,” he said as he looked around at the small hills and trees, the swaying long grass in the breeze. “We should keep this.”

“Huh?”

“You said you kept it for a place to stay between jobs. I think we should definitely keep it though, for us. It’s like a different world almost but it’s within driving distance of home.”

“I haven’t lived here since I was sixteen,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But...I think you’re right. Mom would want us to keep it. I really did love it here. It’d be great too for when your family is in town. We only have the one guest room but this is a much shorter drive for like your siblings families and they don’t need a hotel or anything.”

“That’s a great idea. I know they’d visit more often if they had the space for the kids and some grown up space even,” he said. You picked up a rock by the steps and grabbed the key, undoing the front door. It smelled only a bit musty as you stepped inside. You left the door open, leaving the screen one shut to air it out as Jensen turned his head. “This place is huge. Your mom got it from family?”

“Her parents died when she was in college. Only child. There’s five good sized bedrooms,” you said. “That was the dining room which honestly we only used for holidays. Stairs, hallway to the back. Left is the family room.”

He started to wander and you followed after, showing him the kitchen before taking him up.

“This was my room,” you said as you opened a door. It was fairly empty aside from a bare bed and a few boxes. He thumbed over the doorframe, catching each notch in the wood.

“Hit your growth spurt around twelve?” he asked. You nodded and he smiled. “I was so short.”

“Not short anymore,” you said while he walked around.

“Do you have any pictures of your mom? The downstairs looked a little bare.”

“Yeah,” you said. You showed him down to the master, opening up a box on the bed. “That’s where they all are.”

“Would it be alright if we took these home with us?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, taking a seat. He sat beside you and you took out an album, Jensen smiling at the first page. “Don’t laugh.”

“That is the ugliest dress I’ve ever seen.”

“I didn’t have much say in the matter,” you said. “That’s from the day I got adopted.”

“You were adorable, even if it looks like you’re wearing a drape,” he chuckled. He turned the page and cocked his head. “Is this your mom?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s so happy,” he said. “I bet that was one of the best days ever for her.”

“I agree,” you said, Jensen flipping some more before stopping at one. “What is it?”

“Where’s this from?” he asked.

“I think Miami. We went there on vacation one year with Ray. I was nine I want to say,” you said. 

“Was it March?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Dee went on her spring break to Miami one year in college,” he said. He pointed at a couple of girls that were in the background behind where your set up was, one of them looking very familiar. 

“That looks just like-”

“I know. Might not be her. Odds are-”

“How many Danneel’s have you ever met with their name on their bag,” you said, pointing at the purse.

“Oh my God. She was such a little preppy nerd,” he chuckled. “I bet she did that cause of her friends.”

“You can have that if you want.”

“I think we can share it,” he said. He turned through the pages and finished with the album, picking out another. You let him look and ask questions for a while before he’d gone through most of the box. He carried it downstairs with him and packed it away in the backseat before you brought him around to the back of the house.

“Come here,” you said. You dragged him over to the tree with the wide swing, space enough for the both of you to sit. “I used to stay out here all day sometimes. Day of the funeral I must have sat here for hours and hours.”

“Not a bad place to grieve. It’s pretty.”

“It was the last time I sat on this swing. I said I’d never feel at home here again,” you said. “Ray and I got an apartment closer to town, moved the next week.”

“How do you feel now?” You smiled and leaned back.

“Now...home is people, not a place. I want to share this with you, the kids. Our family. I was so unhappy as a child and this place changed that for me cause of my mom and even Ray. It’s a good place again for me. Home is somewhere else now but it feels warm here again, not sad and cold.”

“Thanks for taking me out here today,” he said.

“Maybe we can even do that camping trip in one of the fields. You gotta see the stars out here, way more than at the house.”

“Camping with indoor plumbing only steps away. Best of both worlds,” he said. “Do you own anything else big? We never really talked about that kind of stuff I suppose.”

“Actually I own the Dallas Cowboys. I didn’t want to intimidate you,” you said. He rolled his eyes while you bumped his arm and giggled. 

“Okay wise guy.” He threw his arm over your shoulders and you expected a noogie but only got a kiss on the head. “You’re lucky I know how long you spent on your hair this morning or else you’d be so screwed right now.”

“Losing your edge, Ackles.” He didn’t hesitate that time to put you in a headlock and you managed to ruffle his some before he gave in with a laugh. You could feel a few strands out of place but he stood and undid your hair tie, moving behind you and scooping it all up. He hummed and put it back in a messy bun for you, smiling as you leaned back to catch him fixing his hair. “I don’t have much else besides this place, my car and a savings account.”

“You know, speaking of your car...I’m gonna have to be an asshole about something,” he said.

“Oh? What’s that?” you said as you stood. You walked in front of him and he rested his hands on your hips.

“I’m going to have to insist on a new one.”

“Ah, come on. It’s my first car. I got if for my sixteenth birthday,” you said.

“That car is almost as old as you are. I know you don’t have to drive it as much lately since we take mine but please can we get something from the current decade? Pretty please?” he asked, jutting out his lip. 

“Are you worried?” you asked. He nodded and you smiled. “I will look at something newer, I promise.”

“Thank you,” he said, checking his watch. “Want to go get that meat, get started on it?”

“Oh I bet you want to handle that meat,” you said. He gave his bitch face and walked away as you laughed.

“Your crude humor is very immature,” he said as you caught up with him. “I don’t go for that kind of low brow thing.”

“I watched you make a dick out of a banana and two oranges at the grocery store yesterday.”

“Touche,” he said.

“You’re silly,” you said, wrapping an arm around his waist. “But I like that.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” he said, kissing your temple. “Anything besides the brisket you want to pick up? Chicken? Burgers?”

“Hm, I’ve never made my world famous chicken thighs for you yet. I gotta grill ‘em but the secret is you heat them up in the oven again with this marinade sauce. I got a raise out of it once actually.”

“First off, the face you can grill is extremely attractive. Second, how’d you manage a raise?” he asked, stopping by Baby.

“I made them for the couple I was working for at the time. She took credit of course but they had a fancy dinner party with her boss and she got named partner at her firm for it so she gave me a raise for helping out.”

“Well now that you’ve hyped these things up to here we gotta have some for sure,” he said. “Why don’t we head out to the store. We only got about an hour before we need to grab the twins from daycare.”

“After you babe.”

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A/N: Read Part 14 here!

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An Old Scent [2] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, angst, age gap, Negan, a bit of gore if you squint

A/N: ok so everything is written i'm just gonna stagger posting a little bit :') 2.7k words

The first thing I woke up to in the morning was a dull ache in my lower abdomen. Great. My heat was starting up again. Growing up, Bee always asked why I never went on suppressants. I always got a bad vibe from them. Then, a few years ago, a large brand got recalled because it was shown to cause cancer in a lot of different patients. Now suppressants were harder to come by, more regulated, and needed a doctor's prescription. A lot of omegas took the hit hard, but out of it came an influx of at-home ways to take care of your heats by yourself. Super helpful for a single girl like me. When my heats started to get really bad around my junior year of high school, Bee took me out on a shopping spree and got me a bunch of toys to try and satisfy myself. It worked for a while, but they got worse as the years passed. By my age, a lot of omegas were already claimed and had an alpha to help them through their heats. I was still relying on the toys Bee had bought me. The box was tucked neatly under my bed, waiting for me. I rolled over with a small groan and sighed. The heat wouldn't be in full swing for another few days or so, so I could still go to the courthouse with my dad. Speaking of, I heard Rick shuffling down the hall and slid out of bed, gathering my bathroom stuff and walking out of my room into the small tiled room to start the day.

~~~

"So you weren't at the garage on the night of the eight?" Negan hummed, leaning against the railing in front of the tv. His eyes were glued to the face of the man sitting on the stand. The poor guy was drenched in a nervous sweat, tight blue shirt sucking at his chubby neck. He swallowed thickly and leaned forward to the microphone.

"That's correct," he croaked.

"Oh, Jeremy," Negan chuckled, shaking his head and looking at his feet. "Don't you know perjury is a criminal offense?"

"I-I'm not lying!"

"Is that so?" The alpha held up the remote to the TV "I have some footage here that directly contradicts your story, man. One last chance." He wiggled the remote teasingly and raised his eyebrows. Jeremy held his ground. "Alrighty then, let's see what we have here." He took a step back and furrowed his brow at the remote and pressed a button. The screen in front of him came to life. I had to lean forward in order to see the video, but in reality it wasn't the security tape I was watching. It was him. I couldn't look away. He had dominated the room for the past hour and a half. His deep voice was never raised, but it still carried a commanding tone that had every person sitting on the stand shaking in their boots. My eyes trailed down his body. His suit clung to him in every perfect way. His hair was slicked back in its iconic style and the way his glasses perched on his face made my insides burn. Part of me regretted seeing him like this so close to my heat, but another part couldn't imagine if I hadn't. Rick leaned over and tapped my elbow.

"We've got him now for sure." He whispered in my ear. A smile formed on my lips as I nodded to him. There was a child-like joy on his face. He really did appreciate my presence. I turned my attention back to the video screen. The footage was fuzzy, but there was a clear figure of a woman standing still hunched over what I presumed was her phone. She was texting away, fingers flying over her screen. Suddenly a large figure, who had the same height and build as Jeremy, slunk out from the shadows. He slowly approached the woman from behind and raised a crowbar high above his head. He swung it down with brutal force. There were small gasps of horror from the jury and the crowd as the crowbar connected solidly with the woman's head. She collapsed in a heap, but Jeremy didn't stop beating her until she was a pile of mush. Negan clicked the TV off.

"Well, shit, Jeremy," He boomed "I do in fact think you are lyin' to me." He tossed the remote down on his table top and gave a grim scoff. "Everyone just saw you turn poor Miss Parker's head into your personal punching bag. You still wanna claim you were no where near there?" All of the color had drained from Jeremy's round face. He swallowed again, tugging at his restricting collar. But soon, his face turned a deep shade of pink and he slammed his beefy palms on the flat surface of the box he was sitting in.

"That bitch deserved it!" He howled, gasping for air. "She had no business-" He stopped when Negan raised his hand silently.

"I really don't care," He sighed, turning around and grinning broadly when he saw the defense team resting their heads in their hands in defeat. "I'll let the jury do the rest, your honor."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Smith." The judge said, voice prickling with annoyance. Negan returned to his bench and pulled out his seat. But before he sat down he gave Rick a small thumbs up. And I could have sworn that he flashed me a little smile as well.

~~~

"You were incredible in there!" I cheered, giving Negan a high five. The contact made my skin tingle, but I passed it off as the consequences of the impact. "You really made that guy tremble like a kid!"

"It's what I do," Negan chuckled deeply. He looked around me and furrowed his brow. "Where's your dad?"

"He's pulling the car around," I said "I just figured I should let you know how good you did before I leave." He was so close. He smelled so good. The same combination of whiskey and campfire that could get me drunk in a few breaths. I was so focused on his intoxicating musk that I didn't notice the group of alphas that were headed our way. Negan did, though. I heard a rumbling from his chest and felt a hand clasp around my shoulder. Confusion clouded my mind and I looked up to him for some answers.

"The next case is starting soon," He said smoothly "Let's go wait for your dad outside." I agreed and he steered me out onto the steps of the courthouse. The short skirt and heels I was wearing weren't exactly comfortable for walking down stairs, so I held onto Negan's forearm as he guided me down to street level. There was a small breeze and I saw his jaw tense as a soft gust of wind swirled up from behind me and into his body. It no doubt carried my scent on it, and an alpha like Negan could probably tell what state I was in.

"So," I sighed, looking to engage him further "What's next?"

"Well," He tilted his head and ran a hand over his bear-covered chin. "Jeremy goes to jail. Your dad and the department get praise. And I get to go to the bar for a celebratory drink." He paused for a moment, looking me up and down quickly. "You want to join me?" I opened my mouth to say something. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to say. I didn't really drink, but I was willing to do absolutely anything that Negan wanted. But it was then that Rick rounded the corner and gave the horn a little honk.

"I would love to," I settled on "But dad has a full day of father-daughter fun times planned, and I don't really want to keep him waiting." I gestured awkwardly to where Rick was sitting in the car, bopping his head gently to incoherent music.

"Totally understand, doll." He grinned.

"Maybe another time, though?"

"For sure."

"See you around, Negan."

"Bye, doll, have fun. And be safe"

~~~

Negan was pleasantly buzzed, as per usual. He got off his motorcycle and hung his helmet on the handlebar before lightly stumbling into the house from the dark garage. The sight he saw he did not expect. There sat his fiancé in the living room, arms crossed over her chest with a pissed expression on her face. And beside her was a woman he knew all too well.

"The hell is goin' on here?" He asked, slurring his words slightly.

"I could ask you the same thing, Negan."

"Lucille, what the fuck is she doing in our house?"

"Oh, so you know her?" Lucille growled. Negan just licked his lips and flicked his gaze between the two women sitting in front of him. "Of course you do. You have been fucking her after all." Negan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Baby, please-" He started, but Lucille cut him off.

"Don't you dare," She hissed, jumping to her feet and balling her hands into fists "You don't get to call me that after what you've done, Negan. You slept with another woman. Hell, maybe more than one. You ruined our relationship." Negan took a step forward but Lucille raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen table. "Don't take another step. Your stuff is in that box." Negan looked to see a cardboard box sitting alone in the dark kitchen, his belongings poking out of the top. "I never want to see you in my house again."

"Lucille, can't we just talk about this? You don't understand." He pleased, extending a hand to her. She batted it away.

"There's nothing to talk about." She spat "You cheated on me, Negan! What is there to understand? How can you expect me to forgive you for that?" A moment of silence passed between them. The other woman shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Negan glared at her before turning his eyes back to his now ex-fiancé.

"I have no where to stay." He whispered.

"That's not my problem." Lucille said boldly "Take your shit and leave. Don't come back. We're done."

~~~

I stirred the pot of spaghetti while humming a song I heard on a radio earlier. The father-daughter activities had consisted of driving around town and revisiting old spots we used to go to when I was younger. We got ice cream at the shop down the street and then watched the sun set at the park that we used to picnic at. It was nice. College did really fix our relationship. The TV in the next room hummed quietly and Rick was talking on the phone with someone. I heard him hang up and walk into the kitchen.

"Think there's enough in there for three?" He asks with a sigh, looking over my shoulder.

"Should be, why?" I return, meeting his gaze. He takes a deep breath and scratches his neck.

"Um, well, Negan's fiancé kicked him out of the house. Apparently she found out he was cheating on her. He doesn't have anywhere to stay." He mumbled "He's gonna be sleeping here for a bit." I stopped stirring. The water started to bubble too close to the top, but I blew a gust of air to push it down.

"Why here?" was all I could muster.

"He really helped me with your mom. It's the least I can do."

I just hummed in acknowledgement and returned to my cooking. So Negan was engaged. And he CHEATED on his fiancé? Maybe I didn't know Negan as well as I thought I did...

~~~

"I just can't believe she kicked me out!" Negan seethed, shoveling a spoonful of spaghetti into his mouth. He was still chewing when he continued. "She didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!"

"I hate to say it, but you did cheat on her, buddy," Rick said carefully, not wanting to poke the angry alpha in the wrong way "She's upset."

"I was in a rut." Negan growled.

"For four months?"

I was making a plate for myself, listening to the conversation from across the room. Rick's phone buzzed on the kitchen table and he picked it up.

"Sorry, I have to take this." He sighed, shaking his head and standing to his feet. He left the room and suddenly it was just me and Negan. I took my plate to the opposite head of the table, watching Negan wolf down his dinner.

"This shit is really good, sweetheart," He groaned. Normally, the noise would have sent me over the moon. But there were so many other emotions clouding my mind. "You ever consider changing your major to culinary arts?" I didn't say anything, just twirled my fork in my serving of pasta.

"Why'd you do it?" I said quietly, almost in a whisper. Negan paused instantly.

"What?"

"Why'd you cheat on her?" My eyes never left my plate but I could hear him shifting in his seat, rubbing his face while trying to answer my question.

"I don't know," He said. His voice was soft, sincere. Something I had never heard from him before. My eyes drifted up and met his. They were the same tawny color, but there was something else behind them. Something I couldn't distinguish. "I thought...Something was off in our relationship. I guess I thought that I could fix it by trying something different. I ran into Tanya at a bar a few months ago. She's a beta, just like Lucille. Wanted to be with an alpha. I gave in. Just for a quick fuck, didn't mean anything. I didn't like her. I told her that but...she...she wanted more, I guess. She fucking threatened me. Threatened to ruin my life unless I kept seeing her. I chose to do it. I don't know if that decision was the right one or not but it's the one I made. I texted her last night to tell her it was over. Never fucking thought she would come to my home." I was chewing the inside of my cheek the whole time he was speaking. I didn't know how much of his story was true, but he sounded like he was hurting.

"Why did you break it off?" I whispered.

"That's your damn question?" He scoffed, giving a short smile. He looked in my eyes. I knew the answer. Or at least I thought I did. He opened his mouth, but Rick reentered the room before he could say anything.

"Alright, sorry about that guys," He said, slipping back into his seat. "What did I miss?"

~~~

Negan was set up in the bedroom next door to mine. Our doors faced each other from across the hall. We would have to share a bathroom. Rick didn't seem to have a problem with it, but with my heat starting I wasn't too sure about the whole arrangement. I felt more cramps riddle my body. I was ready to bed, ready to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, but something called me across the hall. Curiosity got me and I turned slightly, walking up and leaning on the doorframe. There was Negan, clad in grey sweatpants and a black tank top, unpacking his things.

"Hey," I said quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around. He looked older like this, hair unkempt and his glasses on. When he saw me his lips curled in a smile. Any trace of vulnerability I had seen earlier was now gone.

"Hey to you."

"I just want to apologize for earlier," I said "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm also sorry that you have to be subjected to me and my dad for the foreseeable future." He let out a snicker and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, doll. And you're not that bad. I appreciate Rick; he's a good man." He scratched his beard and looked over at the clock next to the bed. "It's late, you should get some rest." He took a deep breath and I nodded. I turned to leave but he called my name softly. "You know I meant what I said last night, you are looking good." I smiled but didn't say anything and crossed the hall, shutting my door and hopping into bed.

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