#I just crawled into bed and ugly cried

[dbphantom]

Starting ffxv, watching the intro sequence: this is gonna be so fun, I can't wait to go on a fun road trip with my new friends! I love this song cover and it's really funny with it playing over them bitching and pushing the car. I've never played a final fantasy game before, so I don't know what to expect, but everything looks so cool and fun!

60 hours later, watching the end credits:

[rainylana]

“My superhero.”

eddie munson x female reader

summary: short fic about a pregnant reader:)

warnings: reader is pregnant and talks negatively about her weight gain, maybe some language, fluff to the max.

“I’m so fat.” You huffed, standing in front of the long mirror that stood in the corner of you and Eddie’s bedroom, pregnant belly a foot out in front of you.

“Excuse me?” Eddie put down his magazine, sprawled out on the bed behind you. “What did I tell you about that?”

“About what?” You looked at him through the mirror.

“About standing there in that mirror and criticizing yourself.” He sat up, giving you a look. “I told you to stop. You are not fat.”

“I look like a whale.” You pursed your lips, ignoring his demand as you turned to the side, trying to suck your stomach in.

He watched you with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t know why I say anything. You don’t listen.”

You huffed. “I know, I know, sorry.” You shook your head, waddling over to your chair by the window. “I’m just so tired of being pregnant and-”

“If you say fat,” He pointed a finger at you, making you clamp your mouth shut.

You crossed your arms, kicking your feet out and pouting your lip. He smirked and picked up his magazine, relaxing back into the bed. Both of you were off work for the day, had already ate dinner so you were left with an evening to do whatever you pleased. You sighed heavily and laid your head back against the chair, closing your eyes. Maybe a nap would do you some good.

You were seven months pregnant, blessed with a healthy pregnancy, and up until the last few weeks had your hormones finally taken an emotional uproot. It hit Eddie like a tone of bricks, but he did his best to comfort you and get you the things you needed. He came back one day with a new pillow, lotion and prenatal vitamins after Robin took him out to get you a present after a hard day.

You hummed to yourself softly, not loud enough for him to hear, just to sooth your agitation. It wasn’t good enough though, because you felt your lips pull down in a frown. You knew Eddie wouldn’t judge you for how your body changed, but you weren’t happy with it. You wanted your old body back.

“Hey,” Eddie perked up at the sound of your whimpers, sitting up so he could see your face. “Honey, what’s wrong are you alright?” He crawled to the other side of the bed so he could be closer to you.

“Yeah.” You held up a hand so he wouldn’t be alarmed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

“Why you crying then, huh?” He grabbed your knee. “Is it the baby?”

“No, no,” You grabbed his hand, sniffling. “No, baby is fine.”

He rubbed up and down your leg. “Then what’s got you upset?”

You shook your head and patted his hand. “Nothing, honey, don’t worry about it.”

He gave you a look. “Oh, come on, tell me. Your back hurt?”

“Eddie, please,” You sighed, laying your head back. “I’m okay, I’m just tired.”

He pried another minute before giving up, climbing back to the bed and picking up his magazine, giving you one last look.

“I’m fat!” You cried, covering your face with your hands.

“Oh, my god,” He covered his own, whispering the exclamation to himself as he got up. “Honey,” He sighed, crouching in front of you. “Look at me.”

“No,” You said muffled through tears. “I’m so ugly!”

“Hey,” He said sternly, taking down your hands gently. “I said look at me, y/n,”

You looked at him with tearful eyes and a snotty nose.

“Don’t say that.” He said firmly, holding your chin. “Are you listening? I don’t want to hear that shit come out of your mouth again. That’s not true in the slightest and you know it.”

His casual dominance made your cheeks blush, and you hiccuped, rubbing your sleeve across your cupid’s bow.

“I’m just-” You choked on a cry. “I feel like I’ve been pregnant for seven years!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I know you do. I’m sorry. But I don’t want you thinking so negatively about yourself, alright?”

“I’m sorry.” You said embarrassed, looking at his chest. “Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not mad, baby,” He said incredulously, standing up as he grabbed your arm, helping you out of the chair. He took your seat, pulling you down to his lap so you could sit atop of him. He wrapped his arms around you, rocking you gently with a hand on your swollen tummy.

“You’re more beautiful than you’ve ever been, sweetheart.”

“I don’t feel beautiful.” You pouted. “I feel swollen and my feet hurt when I walk. I’m tired of peeing my pants.”

He cracked a smirk against the top of your head. “Well, you’re still beautiful, angel, no matter how swollen you are and no matter how many time you pee your pants.”

You whined and cuddled up against him, your thighs against your belly. “You mean it?”

“Of course.” He patted your back. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, honey. You’re growing a human life.”

“Feels like I’m growing an elephant.” You grumbled, causing him to laugh.

“Well, never the less, you’re a superhero.” He kissed the side of your head. “My superhero.”

“Yeah and you know what they would call me?” You peeked up at him. “Fatman.”

His jaw dropped. “You’re no use.”

[sunny-mercya]

Safe Arms

Poly! Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x FTMale Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Requested by -> Anon

Masterlist

Warning: Mention of Breasts

Woodsboro had quite the big population. Not as large as Los Angeles or Santa Monica of course, but enough not to feel completely out of place or knowing you would be one of the few—like how it would be most of the times in towns and Villages.

And yet, besides knowing you're not the only Trans-Person in Woodsboro, you do feel out of place—like a fish on land.

Maybe it was because throughout your school years and the slow progress of transition, you hadn't anyone to talk about it—to relate with someone who was like you and perhaps that was the reason why you felt like this, as if you didn't belong here or anywhere.

Though yet again, when you're with Billy and Stu—your boyfriends—you felt just right in where you are—because neither Billy or Stu, they knew about you being Trans since the beginning of your relationship, treat you any differently and saw you as what you truly are. A man.

It were moments like these, which proved your inner nagging thoughts into a silence, that you belonged here—be it Woodsboro or any other place you decided to live—and that you're not alone. Moments like these, which made you fall in love with your two mans over again.

It had been some stressful weeks for you, exams and part-time Job piling up onto your nerves—straining them to an snapping point—and when a wave of dysphoria had rolled over you—taunting your mind and self-confidence, which you build up slowly but steady over the years—to feel comfortable—your high strung nerves had snapped in half and you cried, more ugly sobbing it was, for two days.

You had stayed home the whole week—had forced yourself to go to school last week already, till it became unbearable much to even consider leaving your bed at all, without feeling so disoriented.

When Billy and Stu didn't saw you in school, they grew a bit worried about you—especially when you ignored their calls—having a good hunch of why you stayed at home—and once they've asked your older siblings and they confirmed their suspicions, Billy and Stu decided to visit you and do a sleepover.

~~~

Sitting in the middle of your bed, in nothing clad but boxers, you let Billy take off your binder—he's careful not touch whats beneath it—although you being on transition, the much needed operation to remove your breasts would only become real, when you had saved up enough money for it—and once the soft material was off from your skin, you wanted to curl into yourself and hide away.

The feeling of your breast—these ugly breasts, those lumps of flesh—which are now hanging freely on your chest, racked a shudder through your body—visible flinching away from Billy's hands and crossing your arms over your breasts—wanting to hide them, to make them disappear once more.

Billy pry'ed your arms from your chest, pulling one of Stu's shirts—which in terms of size—even though Stu's more lanky limps than bulky wide, he still wears shirts in size of XL or XXL—looks so massive on you, that it looks like as if you're swallowed whole in the material—over you.

You sighed out in relief, closing your eyes, when your breast were now covered—feeling more secure and comfortable again.

Stu, after setting up the dvd-player for tonight's movie marathon—which, despite being summer, consisted of the whole Halloween Chronicles and other Horror and Slasher movies—had crawled onto the bed as well—engulfing you in his long lanky but strong arms and covers your face with little smooches of butterflies kisses.

»You looks so sexy in my shirt, [Name], I could eat you up right away« Stu grinned, licking over his lips—thought about to lock you into a tongue battling french-kiss, but with your current mood it wouldn't be such a good idea to do so, didn't want to make you uncomfortable and cry—when you're already feeling so in the down—so instead Stu decides to give you a big final kiss on the cheek.

»Horrorfilms again?« you asked, cuddling more into Stu's side, when he had pulled you down to the mattress.

You had nothing against Horrorfilms, just to watch them 24/7 a week and throughout the year, could be a bit—a tiny bit—tedious to do so for your eyes and mind.

»What can I say, they are the best to watch. Aren't they? But don't worry, pretty boy, we will watch your favourite movies too.«

Billy calling you „pretty boy“ makes your heart soar—brought a small smile onto your lips—because that's what you are; a boy.

»Yeah, I am a pretty boy.« you repeated, voice still in a hushed whisper, but with confidence in it.

Billy placed the bags of chips around you all, getting into bed himself—pressing the button of the remote to start the first movie—and laying down next to you, draping an arm around your shoulders.

»Don't be a such a hogger, Stuie. I want a share of our darling boy too.«

»You're more a hogger than I am!« Stu furrowed his eyebrows slightly, pouting childish at Billy.

»Such a lie. You definitely hog him more.«

»Boys, I'm in the middle and you both get a fair share. So now, no more fighting and let's watch these movies now.« you said, patting each of their legs—knowing well that once a discussion between your boyfriends would break out, it could last the whole night and probably would go into the nasty side of insults.

Although you had a shitty week and still feeling in the dumpster—as if you didn't belong anywhere anymore at all—having Billy and Stu next to you, their arms around you, felt like the safest place on earth.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Midnight | Chapter 21 | S.R

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Summary - you and Spencer both make decisions you can’t come back from.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - past sexual abuse of a child, swearing, tears, murder, cheating, brief mention of oral (f receiving), vomit, pregnancy symptoms, double crossing, blood, stab wounds, death of a father, bruises, aggression, use of “whore”.

WC - 5.8k

Chapter 21 - Miss Mysterious

The clock on the wall chimed twelve times in quick succession, echoing around the otherwise silent room. Spencer sat on the edge of the coffee table, the SIG still pointed at his father, who hadn’t moved from the armchair. 

He didn’t know what he was so hesitant about, he could have easily killed him by now and been out of the house and on his way back to Caesars but something was stopping him. 

Did he want an explanation? And even if he got one, nothing in the world could excuse what his dad had done to him or anyone else. His dad was a sick and twisted person who had abused his own son’s trust and ripped little pieces of his soul away every single time he crawled into his bed in the middle of the night. 

His fathers actions had affected him in more ways than he’d ever even realised. Of course there was the obvious, his building of walls, his inability to get close to people. It had taken until he was twenty six before he was intimate with a woman for the first time. And he’d shut himself in the bathroom afterwards and cried and it was a long time before sex didn’t make him that emotional. 

It had later manifested itself in his dominance in the bedroom. You weren’t the first person he’d treated that way in bed, it had become a pattern for him. He had to take back his power by being in control and never submitting to anyone else in that way again. In doing so he was able to harness his emotions afterwards and not have to indulge in a post-coital sob. 

But there were repercussions from his fathers abuse in which he had never really noticed until now. When he’d finally been pushed over the edge to kill, every single man he had ended the life of was simply a surrogate. Each one was around his father’s age, all violent and evil human beings. Each man was a substitute for the real target of his rage. A rage he hadn’t realised had been building for over thirty years until right now. 

William Reid was Spencer’s ultimate boogeyman, the monster lurking in every shadow. He was Spencer’s Goliath and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to slay him. He just had to focus and not let himself get dragged down this dark rabbit hole. But it may be too late. 

He could still hear the sound of a zipper cutting through his mind in that room that was supposed to be his place of solace. He could see his fathers manic eyes as they loomed over him in the darkness. He could feel those rough hands all over his body and hear his own cries which his father simply ignored.

Daddy, please! You don’t have to do this. 

He felt his hand shaking as he held the gun, hot tears pooling behind his eyes. He sniffed them back, not willing to give his father the satisfaction of seeing him cry again. He clenched his jaw firmly, grinding his teeth in a furious fashion and sat forward, elbows resting on his knees. 

“You ruined my life.” Spencer croaked, his voice so unlike himself.

“I made you stronger.” William countered, narrowing his eyes on Spencer. “I was teaching you how to be a man.”

“Oh yeah? And how is that?” Spencer’s brows furrowed in angry confusion.

“You were so weak, pathetic, really. You never would have been able to take care of yourself. I was showing you the harsh realities of the world, you needed to learn that to get by in this life you have to be strong, grow a thick skin. I helped you.” William shrugged.

“Helped me?” Spencer spat, hand shaking violently. “You think molesting me helped me?” 

“That’s such an ugly word, Spencer.” William rolled his eyes. “But yes.”

“You’re full of shit.” Spencer jumped to his feet, proffering the SIG closer to his dad. “Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night? That you fucking helped me? What about the other’s? Did you help them too?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” William shrugged again. 

“Cut the crap, dad. I know there were other boys. A sexual predator doesn’t just stop unless someone stops him.” 

William slowly pushed himself up with the use of the arms of the chair. He was shorter than Spencer by a few inches, he’d gotten his height from his mother. Thankfully he’d gotten most things from his mom and not this man in front of him. 

“Let’s not talk about the others, Spencer.” William smiled at him. “You were the only one I cared about.” 

“Fuck you.” Spencer sniffed again as his eyes welled with tears once more. “You didn’t care about me. If you cared about me you wouldn’t have done what you did. I’m your son for fuck sake! You were supposed to keep me safe from monsters, not be one.”

“Of course I cared about you. I love you, Spencer.” William raised one arm and moved to stroke the side of Spencer’s face but Spencer quickly slapped him away with his free hand.

William, although frail looking, was fast and managed to grab Spencer by the wrist and circle his fingers around it. He noticed his dad’s eyes cast down to the silver band on his finger before looking back up to meet his eyes. 

“You’re married?” William frowned. 

“Yes.” Spencer tugged his arm free of his dad’s hold. 

“Does she know what you really are?” A smirk tugged at the older man’s lips. 

“She knows I’m a murderer.” Spencer spat, proffering the gun closer again. “I’ve killed multiple men just like you, the scum of the earth who need to pay for their crimes. And she loves me for it. She respects me for it.” 

“And let me guess, it's my fault you turned out this way?” William sighed as if he was bored. 

“Who else's fault would it be?” 

“Your wack job mother, perhaps? How many times did you witness her being violent towards me when you were young?” 

“I’m sure it wasn’t anything you didn’t deserve. And seeing my mom lash out from time to time when she didn’t take her meds and having my father sexually abuse me are two very different things!” Spencer raised his voice, spitall flying from his mouth in rage. 

“You got all your worst traits from her, you know?” William kept his cool. “Volatile, over dramatic. It’s a shame you didn’t turn out more like me.” 

“I’ll never be anything like you.” Spencer straightened his back, tried to rein himself in.

“Oh Spencer, you're already so much more like me than you realise.” William chuckled darkly and it made Spencer’s stomach turn. 

“That’s not true.” Spencer shook his head.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret.” William stepped closer to him and Spencer should have just shot him but he didn’t. He let his father come close to his ear and he closed his eyes when he felt the older man's breath against his face. “I killed Riley Jenkins.” 

Spencer stumbled on his feet, feeling his stomach somersaulting wildly and he briefly worried he might throw up. His father was cackling maniacally at the look on his son's face.

“No, that’s not true.” Spencer lowered the gun without meaning to. 

“The truth is Riley had more guts than you and he was going to tell his father what I did to him. So I had to kill him.” William didn’t show a hint of remorse for his actions, in fact he looked proud of himself. “So if you kill me, you’re only proving my point that you’re just like me.”

“No.” Spencer’s tears wouldn’t stay contained anymore and they started to fall. “No, I’m nothing like you.” 

“Put the gun down and walk away, son. Prove you’re not like me” William smirked at him.

“I…I can’t.” Spencer shook his head frantically. 

“Spencer,” William suddenly turned stern. “Put the gun down and walk away.”

“N-no.” Spencer’s lip quivered.

William exhaled loudly and before Spencer knew what was happening, his father advanced on him, managing to free the gun from Spencer’s hand before Spencer even saw him coming. With his other hand he swiftly punched Spencer in the stomach and when his son doubled over in pain from the blow, he grabbed him by the hair, tugged him one way and then shoved him to the floor. 

Spencer groaned as he hit the carpet but noted the knife hadn’t dislodged from his waistband. His father stood over him, pointing his own gun down at him and looking at him in frustration. 

“I don’t want to kill you, Spencer. But if the choice is between me and you then I will not hesitate in pulling this trigger.” William spat.

Spencer rolled onto his back, making sure the blade stayed concealed from his fathers vision. It was his only way out of this, he needed the element of surprise on his side. He just had to work out how to unsheath it and get one up on his dad before the other man got off a shot. 

“You want to kill me, go ahead.” Spencer shrugged, tears still silently rolling down his cheeks. “You’ve already taken everything from me, I kind of wish you’d killed me when I was a kid so I didn’t have to live with the memories of what you did to me. So just do it. Put me out of my misery.”

William swallowed, lifting his arm a little and aiming the muzzle right at Spencer’s skull. His hands were steady, tightly wrapped around the butt of the SIG and looking like he may well actually shoot Spencer and probably sleep easy afterwards. 

If Spencer didn’t act fast he was as good as dead. But he refused to let it end this way, at the hands of his abuser. He had to formulate a plan and enact it to perfection or he would die on this shitty carpet, in this crappy house and the last thing he would have seen would be the eyes of the man who molested him.

***

At some point you probably should have stopped to think about Spencer but honestly, he was the furthest thing from your mind. Not even your wedding band could distract from the intense pleasure that Jesse was bestowing upon you, quite frankly you could barely remember your own name. 

You’d lost count of how many times you’d imagined what his beard would feel like between your legs and tonight you’d finally been privy to it. The friction from his rough facial hair made the experience even more incredible than any other time you’d ever been eaten out before, and you found yourself grinding against his face to feel more of it.

He made you come with complete ease, as though he wasn’t even trying and when he sat back and wiped his hand over his mouth he was smiling sinfully at you.

“Jesus Christ.” You panted, still slightly writhing on the couch beneath him. 

“That’s half the reason I keep the beard.” He chuckled, laying down on top of you.

“What’s the other half?” You wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“How good it makes me look.” He kissed you again and you tasted yourself on his lips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and using one hand to pop the button on his jeans. You were both still fully dressed, too desperate for each other to think about undressing. But you wanted to see more of him, if this was the last chance you got to be with him, you needed to commit him to memory. 

As if reading your mind, whilst you worked on shimming his pants down to his thighs he made quick work of getting his shirt off. You pulled him back closer to you, nestling him between your legs and your hands starting to graze over the tattoo on his peck.  

But then your stomach suddenly lurched in a way you’d gotten all too used to recently and suddenly you were shoving him away and jumping to your feet. 

Jesse fell back to the couch, staring at the back of your head as you sprinted to the bathroom. He heard the toilet seat being lifted and moments later the sound of you retching reached his ears. 

He pulled a face, tucking himself away as he got to his feet, cautiously following in your tracks. He found you kneeling over the toilet seat, head in the basin while you violently vomited. 

“Are you ok?” He approached you, sitting down on the edge of the bath and stroking your back. 

“Hmm.” You grumbled, sitting back once you expelled yourself and wiping your mouth. “That’s been happening a lot lately. It’s nothing to do with you, I swear.” 

“I should hope not.” He laughed, rubbing circles between your shoulder blades. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” You frowned up at him. 

“You’re pregnant right?” He frowned back at you. 

“No?” You shuffled backwards out of his touch. 

“Oh.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Sorry, with the vomiting I just assumed. And I don’t mean this in the completely perverted way it’s going to sound, but I haven’t even seen you shirtless tonight and I can tell your breasts are huge. Bigger than I remember and I remember them pretty well.” 

“I…I don’t even know what to say to that.” You glanced down at your chest where your dress was stained with the drink you’d spilled. 

“Have you had any other signs? Urinating more regularly? Strange cravings or aversions to things?” He asked with a soft smile. 

You felt the colour drain from your face, feeling like you could throw up again. The signs had been there staring you in the face and you’d ignored them. But surely you couldn’t be? 

“I, uh, maybe? No. I don’t know.” You pushed yourself up to your feet. 

“When was the last time you had a period?” Jesse stood as well. 

“Too personal.” You shook your head with a groan. 

“Y/N, come on.” He cocked his eyebrow at you. 

“I don’t know.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “They’ve never been all that reliable and I have been pretty stressed recently. There is no way, I cannot be pregnant.” 

“I should probably go.” Jesse smiled sadly at you. “This was a really bad idea, wasn’t it?”

“It certainly wasn’t a good idea.” You felt your eyes welling with tears although you didn’t know why. “I’m so sorry. I wish he didn’t have this hold over me.” 

“It’s called love, Y/N.” Jesse tucked your hair behind your ear. “You love him and you shouldn’t apologise for that.” 

“Maybe I don’t? I don’t know.” You shook your head. 

“Answer me something,” Jesse folded his arms over his still bare chest. “You killed Mary because she was threatening him.”

“That’s not a question.” 

“No, I know.” He chuckled lightly. “My question is: would you have done that for anyone else? For example, would you have killed her if she was threatening me?” 

“No.” You didn’t hesitate. “No I wouldn’t have.” 

“And that’s because you love him.” Jesse shrugged. 

“But loving him makes me feel like such an idiot.”

“Now you know how I feel.” He smiled wistfully at you. “I really should go before he comes back. How long are you in town for?” 

“Just tonight, I think.” You wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“Far to travel?”

“I’m not falling into that trap.” You smirked at him. 

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He laughed. “Stay safe, Y/N. And if you are pregnant, good luck. For what it’s worth I think you’d make a great mom.” 

“Did you forget the part where I confessed to murder?” You frowned at him. 

“We all make mistakes.” He started walking backwards towards the door. “Take me for example, I was about to sleep with a married and potentially pregnant woman.” 

You followed him out into the living room and smiled to yourself as you got a great eye full of his ass, even if it was inside his jeans, as he bent down to pick up his shirt. You made sure to commit that to memory. 

You watched him put the shirt back ok, also trying to memorise every one of those tattoos adorned his body. He sidled closer to you again and cupped your face gently in his hands. 

“We can’t keep meeting in bars, Y/N.” He chuckled lightly. “It has to be goodbye this time.” 

“I still think you followed me here.” You teased him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“You wish.” He chuckled, reluctantly letting go of your face. 

He took a few steps backwards towards the suite door and you had to force yourself not to follow him. He gave you a sad half-smile as he exhaled heavily and opened the door, stepping out into the corridor.

“See ya, I guess.” You shrugged, once again wrapping your arms around yourself. 

“That’s you’re parting words to me? See ya, I guess?” He chuckled with a shake of his head. 

“What do you want me to say?” You laughed. 

“What I want you to say and what you can actually say are two very different things.” He rubbed his beard. “So let’s leave it at, see ya, I guess.” 

With that he offered you a wave and reached for the door handle, closing it behind himself. And just like he was gone. 

You stumbled over to the couch and collapsed onto it, your head spinning with the evening's activities. You’d really fucked up this time. Being with Jesse back in Butte was ok because you and Spencer hadn’t really been married. But now you were married and you’d let yourself get caught up in Jesse once more. 

Maybe in a way Spencer deserved it for the way he’d treated you in the past. You’d blindly followed him only for him to treat you like dirt. Sure things had been better lately but you never knew where you stood with him and truthfully, you weren’t sure if you felt safe with him. 

And what the fuck happened if Jesse was right and you were actually pregnant? Bringing a baby into this messed up situation, to be raised by two killers? That didn’t even bear thinking about. 

He had to be wrong. There was no way you could be. You were on the pill…

…fuck. 

You were on the pill. Right up until Spencer had talked you into leaving DC and you’d left your contraceptive behind in your hurry to leave. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

***

Jesse McGill took the elevator down to the ground floor and found a quiet area in the lobby before pulling out his cell phone. He ran his hand over his beard with a large sigh, a wave of emotions crashing down around him. 

He gnawed frantically on his lip as he pulled up the number he’d received a call from yesterday and then held it to his ear. It was answered on the third ring. 

“Did you do it?” The hurried voice came down the line. 

“I did what you asked. I saw her but I didn’t see Spencer and she didn’t say where he was.” Jesse sighed, he didn’t feel good about this at all. 

“Did you ask her about Mary?” 

“Yes.” 

“And?” 

Jesse closed his eyes. He had two options here but he had no idea which was the best one. He could lie and say you wouldn’t tell him anything about what happened to Mary, which wouldn’t be completely unexpected. He could tell the truth, tell them that you confessed to killing her but you wouldn’t give up where the body was buried. 

Or, he could go with option number three. He could tell a combination of the truth and a lie. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly wondering how the hell he’d gotten himself into this situation in the first place. 

“Well? What did she say?” The voice came again, impatience riddled in their tone. 

“Mary’s dead.” Jesse opened his eyes again, making his decision as he spoke. “Spencer killed her.” 

“Goddamnit. I knew it!” The other man growled, slamming something loudly and causing an echo down the phone. “Did she say anything else?”

“No. She told me the body was buried somewhere it would never be found. Apparently Mary was blackmailing Spencer and he just-”

“I don’t care why he did it.” The man scoffed. “And she didn’t give you any indication of where they’re living or anything like that?” 

“No, I tried, I really tried. But she’s not stupid.” Jesse pushed his back up against the wall, eyes fluttering between people entering and leaving Caesars. 

“You know you did the right thing, Jesse? I know you probably don’t feel good about this, but you did the right thing. It’s not her we want, it’s Spencer. I’ll make sure she’s protected.” 

“I know, but it feels fucking rotten.” Jesse sighed again. “What happens now?”

“That’s not for you to worry about. We’ve got this from here. Get a room for the night, it’s late, catch a flight home tomorrow. Let me know how much they cost and I’ll ensure you get reimbursed.” 

“I don’t care about that.” Jess shook his head. “I liked her and I feel like I’ve betrayed her.” 

“You did the right thing.” The voice repeated. “I promise I only want what’s best for her. And that’s to get her away from Spencer. You’ve been a huge help. Thanks again Jesse.” 

Jesse hated being a part of this, depised that he’d been dragged into this fucked up mess. He’d meant it when he told you he loved you which only made this harder. But they say if you love someone you have to let them go, if they return they were always yours and if they don’t, they never were. 

He knew exactly which one you were. 

“Agent Alvez?” Jesse blurted out. He closed his eyes as if it might somehow relieve his guilt before he spoke again. “There is one more thing you should know…”

***

Spencer leant against the wall in the elevator as it made its ascent, staring at the closed metal doors while he tried to piece his night back together. 

Everything that happened after his dad shoved him to the floor and took his gun was a blur. His stomach ached, he wouldn’t be surprised if his father had left him with a nasty bruise. His fist had clipped him right in the steadily healing scar from the knife wound you'd inflicted on him months ago. 

He remembered the pain, he remembered trying to think of a way to free the knife from the back of his pants. But it was like at some point he blacked out because the next thing he knew he was standing over his fathers dead body covered in blood. 

He’d counted forty three stab wounds in his fathers torso, sliced like Swiss cheese and damn near eviscerated. The man who had molested him, his biggest demon was dead. And the most poetically tragic part was that Spencer didn’t remember killing him. 

Maybe the haze would clear and over time he’d be able to piece the events back together. It was possible his brain was trying to protect him from the trauma of recollecting the murder of his father, but if it had safeguarded him from the memories of being eight years old, there wouldn’t have been the need to kill William in the first place. 

He’d cleaned up the crime scene, the messiest one he’d ever had to face due to the amount of blood that wept from those forty three wounds. He put his fathers body in the trunk of the Impala and found a sweater in the backseat which was lucky given the amount of blood on his hoodie. 

He stood in his fathers bathroom and stared at his reflection. His face and neck were splattered in the red sticky substance and his hands were almost entirely covered. He cleaned himself off the best he could and before he knew it he was driving away from the house. 

He stumbled through the lobby of Caesars as if he were drunk, his brain felt that kind of intoxicated haze too. He made it up to his floor and slotted his key in the door. In all honesty, after the events of the night, he completely forgot you’d be there. So when he shoved up the door and found you sitting on the couch in the suite, he had to blink a few times as he tried to piece back moments from earlier in the day. 

You pushed yourself to your feet, taking a few steps towards Spencer, your brows furrowed at his obvious confusion. 

“You ok?” You didn’t come too close, you were wary of him. 

“Uh, yeah.” He swallowed before clearing his throat. “Yeah I think so.” 

“You’ve been gone for hours.” You rolled your lips between your teeth. 

“I have?” He rubbed one of his eyes. 

“Are you drunk?” 

“No, no. Not drunk. Tired, maybe?” He questioned himself. “I should probably…I don’t know, sleep or something.” 

He started in your direction and moved past you and as he did so you caught the familiar smell of blood. That coupled with the tiny red drop you’d noticed on the side of his neck confirmed your theory about where he’d been.

“Did you get your phone?” You asked as he passed you. 

He turned back to you, squinting a little, clearly confused. 

“Uh…” he swallowed again. “Sure.” 

“Spencer?” You folded your arms over your chest. 

“Yeah?” 

“Who’d you kill?” 

He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply through his nose. He should have known you’d see right through him. 

“No one. It’s nothing.” He mumbled, opening his eyes again. 

“You have blood on your neck. And I’m pretty certain if you took your sweater off your shirt would be covered in blood.” You took another step forward. “Who’d you kill?” 

He sighed over dramatically, by way of telling you he didn’t want to be having this conversation. He rubbed his eyes, subsequently helping to clear the daze he’d been in and looked at you curiously, as though it was his first time seeing you. You noticed his eyes flick to your bicep and you followed his gaze, only then realising your mistake. 

You involuntarily raised your other hand and placed it over the flashing beacon that had been left behind on your arm, a symbol of your infidelity. 

“What have you done to your arm?” He grinded his teeth, loud enough that you could hear it. 

“I must have, uh, walked into something I guess.” 

“No. Nuh uh.” He shook his head, advancing on you and roughly tugging your hand away from the array of bruises around your bicep. “Try again.” 

“I don’t know where they came from.” You whimpered. 

“You’re lying.” He spat. “I’ve left enough bruises on you to know they are from someone’s fingers.” 

He wrapped his own hand around your arm just lower than where the red mark was adorned on your skin. 

“I guess you must have done it then. We did have sex earlier.” 

“No.” He shook his head. “That wasn’t me. Who the fuck did this to you?” 

“N-no one.” You chewed heavily on your lip, teeth digging deeply into the flesh. 

“No one? So you’re just magically producing bruises?” He snarled at you. 

“No.” You pouted. “Stop changing the subject. Who’s blood is on you?” 

“Who gave you these bruises?” He countered, still holding your arm. 

“Who did you kill?”

“Who hurt you?” 

You were at a stalemate, glaring at each other wildly, neither one of you wanting to admit the truth to the other. You’d rather he hurt you than admit that you’d cheated on him. And he’d rather die than tell you about what his father had done to him.

He suddenly let go of your arm and huffed loudly, stepping backwards and raking his fingers through his hair. 

“What are you keeping from me?” He mumbled as if talking to himself. 

“We all have secrets, Spencer.” You wrapped your arms around yourself. “You more so than anyone. So you don’t get to be angry at me if I choose not to tell you everything.” 

He glared at you, rage filled eyes scrutinising you in a way he’d never looked at you both. 

“Who the fuck even are you?” He shook his head. “I don’t even recognise what you’ve become.” 

“Me?” You spat. “Whatever I’ve become you turned me into!” 

“I made you!” He growled. “And this is how you repay me? Lying to me and keeping secrets?” 

“What can I say? I learnt from the best!” Your anger rose rapidly. “I should have known you were lying to me tonight. You butter me up with up sex and leave me here alone while you go out and kill even though I’ve proven to you time and time again that you can trust me! So yeah I went downstairs to the bar and I thought, hey, if my husband doesn’t want to spend time with me, maybe someone else will.” 

“You did what?” He snapped, suddenly grabbing you roughly by both arms and pushing you back against the nearest wall. “You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t.”

“What if I did?” You snarled, refusing to show your fear. “What are you gonna do about it?” 

“Who was he? I’ll fucking kill him!” He slammed you into the wall. 

“You’ll do no such thing.” 

“I cant fucking believe you! How could you do that to me? I married you! And now you’re picking up random men in bars? Have some self respect!” He was really close to your face and the metallic smell was overwhelming. 

“Since day one in this relationship you have done whatever you want to do and not given me a second thought. Why should I give your feelings any consideration when you give mine none? You just hate that I’ve grown a fucking back bone!” You fought against him but he was stronger.

“You think cheating on your husband is the same as my trying to protect you from what I’m doing?” 

“Project me? Oh please.” You scoffed. “I have killed three people Spencer, I don’t need protecting.” 

“Who was he?” He asked again, slamming you into the wall once more. “Or did you even stop to get his name before you spread your legs for him?” 

“Fuck you!” You screamed in his face.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, you little whore. What kind of man fucks a married woman? A married woman he just picked up in a bar who he doesn’t even know? It actually says more about the man himself than you.”

“Fuck you!” You repeated, louder this time. “Jesse is twice the man you’ll ever be!” 

It was a complete slip of the tongue. You didn’t think you meant to implicate Jesse in that way but your rage had taken over. 

Spencer suddenly softened and his hands fell from your arms to his sides and he stumbled backwards like you’d punched him in the gut. He blinked at you as you kept yourself pressed against the wall.

“Jesse?” He croaked. “As in that fucking mountain man? He was here? You and him…? You really know how to fucking hurt me, don’t you?” 

He fell back to the couch and put his head in his hands. He thought you loved him, he thought he knew you. Maybe it was all an act that he’d fallen for hook, line and sinker. Maybe he’d never really known you, maybe he never would. Maybe you’d been on completely different pages all along. 

When had your heart ceased to beat for him, when had it turned numb? He loved you with every fibre of his being but perhaps it was time he let you go. 

Because as he looked at you now, he had no idea who you were. Behind your eyes you were a perfect stranger disguised as the woman he loved. You were nothing more than a mysterious effigy of the heart you’d broken. 

Miss Mysterious, who are you?

Who's the girl behind those eyes? Just a stranger in disguise?

Miss Mysterious, who could you be?

Where's the ghost of what we had? Did you erase it from your past?

Oh, so I pointed in every direction,

Oh well, looking for answers I'll never know.

I said go, run for your life, and tell me I'm right,

Or let me know when your heart went numb.

I said go, run for your life, and tell me I'm right,

The saying goes "if you love someone let them go".

Miss Mysterious, may I ask:

Is your sunshine like my rain? Is your pleasure like my pain?

So delirious, casting your stones,

With the blood fall to my face,

Hoping that you'll lose your aim.

Oh, well it looks so bright with the lights out,

Oh well, I guess our stars forgot how to glow.

I said go, run for your life, and tell me I'm right,

Or let me know when your heart went numb.

I said go, run for your life, and tell me I'm right,

The saying goes "if you love someone let them go".

No baby you, you broke my heart,

Now how do I get closure when you're only ever closed off?

Tell me who could take your place?

When these memories are telling me,

That we were not always,

Now don't even try to tell me that I should just relax,

And we're not strangled and over the tracks.

I tried to reach, I stretch out my hand but you turned around instead,

So many nights living inside just to connect with you.

Now I'm trying hard to win this but we've lost all we can lose,

I said go, run for your life, and tell me I'm right,

Or let me know when your heart went numb.

I said go, run for your life, and tell me I'm right?

The saying goes "if you love someone let them go".

I said go, run for your life, and tell me I'm right,

Or let me know when your heart went numb.

I said go, run for your life, and tell me I'm right,

The saying goes "if you love someone".

Said if you love someone,

Now if you love someone,

Let them go.

Let them go.

@bubblebuttwade @jay-2s-world @daddy-dotcom @nomajdetective @rebelliousstories

[milkywaydrabbles]

Number 15 for Alucard, it'd be so cute!

A/N: I don't think this is the fluff you were expecting LOL I promise it's a happy ending but the angst took over. In case you (or anyone else) was wondering the song is Cherry Wine by Hozier (i'm in my feels right now about this man I'm sorry) Anyways I hope you like it mwuaaah

"Sing to me again" x Alucard

Fight.

Attack.

Defend.

Alucard couldn’t think of anything except you and the baby while he was on the front line. The village had been so peaceful, for long he nearly forgot there were still monsters crawling around in the world. The stragglers that had grown stronger, the ones who persevered throughout the days, weeks, months. The stragglers that had already killed some of the makeshift infantrymen, the ones who have had nothing but time on their hands and are so hungry they see red. The stragglers that had Alucard running out to defend the village while you stay hidden away deep in the castle, barricaded and locked behind the safety of your shared home. They were evolved, instantly locking onto the dhampir who was the strongest amongst the men, bloodied grins widening: teeth sharp as blades that could tear through muscle and sinew with ease.  Alucard steadied himself, gripping a little tighter onto his shield and sword, kissing its hilt and imagining your sweet face, the sweet face of his newborn daughter, and lunged.

-

You were frantic, trying so hard to stay calm if only for your energy not to be poured into the babe huffing and crying in your arms. You’d been trying to put her to bed, but how could she? How could she sleep when she felt your panic, your anxiety pulsing into the very air she breathed in? How could she sleep when your soothing rocking was more jarring than anything, your voice shaky as you shushed her? How could you ever expect her to calm her sorrows when, if you tried hard enough, you heard the incessant howls and screeches from the deadly monsters outside castle walls.  You prayed, you prayed to all the deities and gods that could ever possibly exist to bring your Adrian back home. You’d never worry like this, he’s so strong, fending off the monsters with ease. But you’d never seen him so nervous like this either: having the heavy knocks of men on the castle doors begging for saving. The sheer strength of the creatures overwhelming them. 

What felt like days passed, it could have been a few minutes, it could have been a few hours. You’re not sure, you and your daughter going in and out of sleep, waking at every creak and bang that was heard. You shushed and cooed, steadying yourself the best you could to maybe sing a lullaby to your darling girl. “Shh, shh, I know sweet pea--I miss him too. But he’ll be safe, he’ll come back..” You whispered, kissing her forehead as a tiny hand balled into a fist rubbed at scrunched up eyes. 

Her eyes and words are so icy oh, but she burns like rum on the fire. Hot and fast and angry as she can be, I walk my days on a wire. 

It looks ugly, but it’s clean, oh momma don’t fuss over me.

Way she tells me I’m hers, and she’s mine. Open hand or closed fist, would be fine. The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

The cries lulled to a few whines and whimpers, holding her to your chest as you continued your hushed tones.

Calls of guilty thrown at me, all while she stains the sheets of some other. Thrown at me so powerfully just like, she throws the arm of her brother.

But I want it, it’s a crime, that she’s not around most of the time.

Way she tells me I’m hers, and she’s mine. Open hand or closed fist, would be fine. The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

Singing has calmed you enough to keep a gentle bounce, baby slowly falling asleep in your arms. You internally sighed, thankful that at least the immediate worry of your child has been quelled. 

Now all you can do is wait for your beloved.

-

Alucard ended the life of the final monster, hearing the victorious cries and hollers of the villagemen around him. He was grateful the battle had ended, retreating quickly to your shared home, finally able to hold you in his arms. Slowly, he opened the doors, knowing any sudden movements could stir his (hopefully) sleeping baby girl. He didn’t want to increase your stress, already guilty that he had to leave you in disarray. He made his way to the room he’d left you in, sure you’d still be in there: the nursery. The very nursery that you two built with your own hands, right next to his old bedroom.

Just like Vlad and Lisa.

 As Alucard got closer, he heard small hiccups and babbles from his daughter, along with the soft singing coming from you. He recognized the song, a song you’d often sing to yourself when you thought he wasn’t listening. The same song you’d sing into his hair when he was half asleep. He pressed the door open, his heart stopping at the very sight of you whispering the song into your daughter’s fluffy mess of a head, eyes closed. You hadn’t noticed him, and he was grateful. He wanted to just take in the moment, all panic and anxiety of constantly thinking that something might have happened, that something might have gotten through the castle, all quelled the moment he saw you both. 

He let you finish, giving you a moment before softly knocking on the door, your eyes darting to him immediately, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Adrian..” You whispered, voice heavy. He crossed the threshold, kneeling at your feet and holding you both without disturbing the sweet babe. “Oh thank god you’re safe.” You did your best not to cry, you really did, not realizing just how scared you were for his safety. But he was alive and well and back in your arms. “I’m here now, love, I’ll keep you both safe always.” He whispered into your hair, looking down at his baby with adoration. 

“I heard you singing, love.” You hummed, calm enough now to put your girl down in her crib. The moment you sat back down though, Alucard’s head rested on your lap, hugging at your legs. You pet his hair, combing your fingers through the blond tresses. You hummed the melody of the song to him as his eyes fluttered close, breathing even. By the end you’d thought he’d already falling asleep, instead he spoke a whisper: “My darling, will you sing to me again?” Your heart clenched, and with a smile you responded:

“As long as you keep coming home to us, I’ll sing to you every day.”

[watsittoyah]

Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, slight rough sex, slight blood play, passionate love making…

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 14- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold Pt.2

Three weeks later..

“She was a daughter, a brilliant mind, and most of all she will be missed. Many people didn’t know my sister but I did. She was kind, and she loved her family. I just…I just wish she had gotten the help she needed when she was alive…”

Dominic D’Angelo, Dana’s younger brother was speaking and you were in the far back row.

Why were you at the funeral of the woman who hated your very existence?

That was simple to answer for two separate reasons.

1. You wanted to make sure Dana D’Angelo was actually dead.

And..

2. You wanted answers for the inner battle you had in your mind.

The emotions you felt for Dana were simple and complicated. You hated her but you also felt bad for her only because you could see yourself in that casket. She did terrible things, but if you were in her shoes would you had been able to resist the temptation to have all you wanted? To have the life you once had and all you had to do was make one persons life miserable?

A part of you, the cynical part of you, wouldn’t hesitate. But the other part, the compassionate part of you couldn’t do it.

From how Dana did everything you can tell that love makes you do crazy things.

As you glance down the aisle you see the casket was closed. Which was wise since her little pumpkin did explode and burned 98% of her body. And she did well she did smack deep into the pavement.

As the funeral had moved outside you were walking away from the crowd. You saw from the distance Dana’s family crying. Her mother had fallen to her knees and you just couldn’t take seeing that.

As you walk to your car, you get a call. You look at the screen and see it was Miguel. You let it ring and waited five more minutes just so it would seem as if you missed his call. You then send him a text before driving out of the parking lot.

Hey just out running errands, I’ll be home soon. Love you.

You hated that you had to lie about going to Dana’s funeral but this was the first time Miguel had let you out of his sight since the incident.

The thought of Miguel’s shoulder snapping when he caught you still gave you nightmares and you needed some time alone.

You needed to think about what you know, and you wanted to talk about it with Miguel but he was still in shock that you had almost died.

It didn’t help that when you two slept in the same bed, he held onto you just a little too tight. He would wake up every night checking to make sure you were still there. You had to practically beg Miguel to let you go out for a while.

You drive back to the apartment but you start to feel your hands shake on the steering wheel. You pull into your parking spot and you shut the car off, sitting in silence. The pain crawls into your chest and you clench your jaw feeling it finally spread over you.

You lean your head against the steering wheel and you cried hard. Letting your emotions go. Everything, every emotion just hits you like a freight train and you wanted it to stop.

You had another life, whether it was from another universe, it didn’t matter. You had another life, you were a mother. A wife. Your parents were still alive. You were working as a tech engineer. You had the life you always wanted. And thanks to Dana, it was gone.

You feel the cry in your chest get ugly and your body jerked, when you hear something knocking on your window. You were going to ignore whoever it was outside your window until you heard his voice.

You use your sleeve to dry your eyes and you roll down the window to see Miguel. His eyes were a blood shot red as if he didn’t sleep while you were gone.

Understanding how he had became for the past few weeks he probably hadn’t slept. “Amor, do you want to talk?” He asks in a soft voice as you sniffle back the tears. “P…please.”

“Vamos adentro, mi amor.” He steps back and you roll the window back up and you take your key out of the ignition. Once you’re outside of your car you lock the doors and Miguel takes your hand. His touch was ever so gentle as he held your hand.

He must think you’re going to crumble from his touch.

Once you’re inside he guides you into his apartment and he locks his door behind himself. “D-” You raise your hand and you go to the kitchen. You grab a glass and take a pitcher of water from the fridge and pour yourself a glass.

You drink the crisp water and stand there feeling him studying you. You keep your back to him and put the pitcher back. When you turn to him you feel your lip tremble.

“I…” You try to collect your words and get it together. “I seen. I seen everything. I don’t know what Dana did to me but I seen the life we had. All of them.” You mention to Miguel as you see what he has to say. He was silent.

“I dream about those lives. And when I wake up, baby I curl up into a ball and I want to sleep again. To know that in another world , my parents, my ambitions, our son…is there. I want that so much. But I am happy in this world because you’re in it. You are my happiness. Eres mi corazón en forma humana.” You smile because you remember what that phrase means to you, you remember the story and feel your chest swell because he was telling you the whole time.

“I love you so much Miguel, I think I did the day we met. And to know that we always find each other in every universe is…amazing. But I am scared. I’m scared because I don’t want you taken from me. Miguel I went to Dana’s funeral and all I could think of is that that could’ve been me in that casket. I could’ve been the one who ruined someone’s life just to have that happiness. I…I don’t want to lose you.”

You let out a sob and Miguel makes it across the room to you in three strides. “Amor, no me perderás. I’m here. I am here and I don’t plan on leaving or being taken from you. I would fight heaven and hell just to stay by your side.” He holds you and you wrap your arms around his waist. If you could you’d hold him until your bodies had molded together.

“I’m also sad because you knew what we had on that earth and yet you couldn’t say anything. I bet you felt so lonely looking for me.” You say in his chest.

He moves your face so that you’re looking up at him and he kisses your head. “I wanted to tell you the moment I saw you in the parking lot when your bottle hit my foot. But I didn’t want scare you off. So I waited, it’s funny I think I would’ve waited forever for you to see it.” He then hugs you again and you buried your face into his chest.

“That won’t happen again will it? The portal thing?” You ask him. “No, amor. I’ve been monitoring the whole situation. As long as there aren’t any anomalies-“

“Anomalies?” You question him as you look up. “In our case it would be a person or thing that would deviate from our norm. I’ve had Lyla scanning and so far there are none.” Hearing that name makes your ears perk up.

“Lyla…you created her but I helped you with giving her emotions.” You word vomit as you chew your bottom lip. Miguel pulls your lip free and nods. “She’s been wanting to see you but you can have your reunion later. Right now you look like you could use a hot meal and some rest.”

You place your hand on Miguel’s stubbled cheek and give a small laugh. “You’re one to talk, you look so tired. How about we take a nap and then we can eat.” You suggest. “Eso suena amoroso.” He takes your hand and he tugs you towards the bed room.

You follow and when you two make it to the room, he closes the door and he turns to you. Miguel kisses your lips gently at first and he helps you strip off your shirt. You strip down to just your underwear and he leans away from you for a second, grabbing one of his t shirts and handing it to you.

You pull it over your head and arms, letting the cool red and blue fabric slide down your body. Miguel had taken off his shirt and pants. Kicking his things to the side as he stands in his boxers and then he guides you to the bed.

When you crawl into bed together, you cuddle up close to Miguel and he this times holds you but not too tight. He knows you’re there and he knows you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

You two lay there in silence and sigh. “Are you even tired now?” You ask feeling wide awake. “Estoy bien despierto, amor.” The both of you chuckle and you lean up on your elbow and look at him.

“Baby, you know how I feel about this. But what do you think about all of this?” He trails his fingertips against your thigh and he thinks for a moment. “I feel, and don’t be mad. But I feel happy that you know. And I want to apologize for making it seem as if I was gaslighting you, because I saw the signs. The way our bodies just knew each other. The way we just knew each other? There’s no hiding that. And if you have questions about anything, then I will answer them.”

You then reach out and touch the few grey hairs at his temple. “Now tell me how you felt when you saw I almost died.” Miguel’s fingers on your thigh freezes.

“I don’t want to-” You stop him. “I’ll tell you how I felt. I felt scared, I felt angry and I just felt sad. All of those emotions were running through my head. I felt scared because for that split second I thought you weren’t going to catch me. I thought I was going to eat pavement and you were going to be alone again. I felt angry because of Dana and at you. I was angry with you because in that moment you didn’t protect me from her kidnapping me. But it was on me, I did tell you to get my purse at that time. And I felt sad because I felt like I had so much to live for, I want to get that future with you. I wanted to be with you, baby. But when you saved me I was relieved. A little scared because of how your arms snapped out of place, but you reassured me that you’d heal. So thank you for giving me a second chance at life.” You lean over and kiss his lips and you feel his mouth tremble.

The next thing you know is you’re on your back and Miguel was on top of you. His position had reminded you of a bird being in a cage and you were the small bird.

His eyes were a mixture of hazel and red, but the thing that broke your heart was there were tears in them. They didn’t fall, they were at the edge of his pretty eyes.

“I thought I was going to lose the love of my life. All those memories and new ones, all of those times I’d look at your beautiful face…I thought it was going to be the last time. I saw our lives flash before my eyes. Our son would never be born, your dreams would never come true. We’d never get married. I would never get to hold you again. My entire world was going to die. I am grateful I saved you. But amor I have nightmares at night. You’re not there and I’m searching for you. I’m calling your name and you don’t answer me…”

Miguel closed his eyes and he was silent for a second. “…I always find myself in the dream walking down this long and dreary road, and when I get to the end of it I…I see your grave. I fall to my knees and I cry. I cry because you’re gone and I’m alone in the universe again. When I wake up, I panic because I think you’re gone but you’re there so I hold you close and I thank God you’re still with me because if you’re not here, then this world will not have a spider-man because I would join you.”

The tears rolls down his cheeks and you reach up wiping them away. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever speak like that. I want you to be happy, Miguel. Even if it’s not with m-” He leans down capturing your lips with his and you feel more tears hit your face.

He pins your hands down and he kisses you. You can tell he doesn’t want to talk about the subject anymore so you don’t push. You kiss him back and you wrap your legs around his waist. He lets your hands go and he holds your face, continuing to kiss you.

His kisses go from gentle to hungry. Miguel releases your lips and he looks down at you. He’s silent but his movements were loud as he scoots down, his nose trailing close to your lower stomach.

You get goosebumps as his eyes stay locked on yours for a moment. He inhaled deeply and he kisses your lower stomach. You feel his fingers slides your panties pass your hips and you lift a bit to help. He brings them to your ankles and he tosses them somewhere in the room.

Miguel looks back at you and you feel his warm breathe against your skin. He looks away just to part your legs and he looks at you again through his lashes as if he’s asking permission to continue.

You give a subtle nod and he kisses your inner thighs. He trails his lips down to your legs and you watch as each kiss was passionate. He lifts your right leg and he kisses your ankle. He rubs your foot and does the same to the left.

“I want you to know, that I will make sure to never put you through that again. I will protect you, our unborn child, our future. I love you so much that my heart aches when you’re not there. My body misses you when you’re not close. I will forever love you, Tommie O’Hara. Because you are my universe. And if you’ll let me, I want to show you what you mean to me. Let me show you. Let me just worship you in this moment, mi pequeña diosa.” He places your leg down and he knees, while parting your legs.

He parts your lips with his fingers and he licks your inner lips slowly as he twirls his tongue. Your eyes roll closed as he sucks your clit. You feel your hips get into a rolling motion and you only open your eyes as you feel him sucking.

You look down at him and he gives a few lazy licks and he takes his hands and parts your legs wider as he hooks his arms under your thighs.

You let out a strangled moan as he slides his tongue in and up hitting your g spot. You feel his tongue twirl inside of you and jerk a bit, feeling the sensation to move. “Amor be still for me.” Miguel moans as he dips his tongue back inside of you. You obey and find your fingers in his hair.

“Miguel….” You moan out as you hook your leg so he can’t move. He had buried his face inside of you and you feel him licking and sucking at the same time which makes you stutter out that you’re getting close.

He doesn’t say a word, he only continues to lick and suck. You move your leg and you move his head so you can fuck his lips. He just moans. Your orgasm builds as he nose rubs against your pulsing clit. You were going to come hard and fast for this man.

You lift your legs just a bit as our orgasm intensifies. “Mi-baby, yes just like that, just like that don’t stop.” You let his hair go and he flicks his tongue making you stutter out words in pure gibberish and bliss.

You swear you saw stars as Miguel sucked your juices. He uses his spit and he glided his tongue over your sensitive clit. Your body jerks from that sensation. “Mm, baby.” You warn, but Miguel wasn’t listening.

He was gliding his tongue over and over repeatedly making your back arch away from the bed. You whimper and whine as the keeps going. You try to move away but he grips you tighter and you whimper out your moans. As you come again he does a deep suck and you groan for him to stop.

When he lets your legs go, you felt that if you got up right in this moment you’d fall. His chin and lips were wet. He leans over you and as he kisses you, you taste yourself. He moans as he takes your hand and places it on his crotch.

He was hard as a rock. “Off.” You tell him weakly. In a swift move he strips off his boxers and you yank off the shirt you were wearing. He had you in the middle of the bed and the tip of his dick was just slick with his pre.

You look at him and you were biting your bottom lip. He takes your legs and places them on his shoulders. As he pushes the head in, the both of you let out an opened mouth moan.

He moves his hips and he slides in slowly, savoring your tightness and you grip his arms as he rests his weight on you. When he’s inside of you fully, you reach down to touch your clit but he stops you. “Déjame encargarme de eso, amor.”

He rubs his thumbs against your clit and you shiver from still being sensitive. He slowly pulls out. But he keeps the tip inside of you. “You’re so beautiful, when you’re under me, amor.” He says as he slides deep back inside of you.

You moan as you feel your nails dig into his arms. He starts to pick up the pace but he does deep long strokes. “Miguel, please just like that.” You pull him down and kiss his lips. Your tongue twirls with his and you feel his sharp fangs against your tongue. Miguel holds your face as he kisses you. You bite at his bottom lip and he groans.

You go to do it again but he pins you down and he rocks his hip, hitting all the right spots inside of your clenching and pulsing tight pussy. “Please do it, just let me feel them.” You whimper in his ear as he stuffs you deeper.

He does as your request and he bites down on your shoulder. You gasp out loud as you feel your entire body give a heartbeat. He lets go with his dangerous jaw and he kisses you with his blooded lips.

Your hands rake through his raven colored hair and you moan out you’re going to come. With that comment. Miguel lifts you up and he moves to the edge of the bed. He lifts you up and down as he fucks you passionately. You lean forward and he palms your ass as you feel you’re all the way at the base of him.

“Ven por mí.” He moans in your ear. You feel his dick twitch which tips you over the edge. You both come together and you make a mess of his dick as he still pumps deep inside of you.

You both hold each other as he lets your legs down. You smile like an idiot which was contagious because Miguel was smiling as well.

“You know you can still back out, start over with another version of me.” You tease. He scoff and buried his head against your chest. “I’m not going anywhere, Tommie. You and I are locked in for life.” The both of you laugh as he lifts you up and places you on the bed.

You snuggle up with Miguel as sleep starts to hit you. “I can’t wait for the future.” You hear Miguel mumble as he falls fast asleep. You lean over and kiss his temple as you pull the sheets over on the two of you. “Neither can I.” You whisper as you lay on his chest and fall fast asleep…

••••

Two years later…

You were crying while eating your grandmother’s potato salad. “Baby cakes what’s wrong?” She asks as she checks on you. You had your bowl sitting on your swollen belly and you were wiping the tears away.

“It’s so good. I want to eat this everyday.” You tell her as you take another bite. “Barbra let that girl cry, she might just go to sleep.” Your grandfather says as him and Miguel walk over with the grilled food. “Amor can I get you anything else?” Your husband asks. You shake your head and lick the plate.

“Tommie, please don’t do that. There’s more, I promise.” You feel your face warm from the embarrassment as your grandmother takes the plate from you. This little boy made you have the strongest cravings.

Last week all you wanted was pineapples and whip cream. Today you wanted a whole bowl of your grandmothers potato salad. You go to get up and Miguel was right there to help. “Easy amor, you’re carrying our legacy in there.” He says as he kisses your cheek.

“I know, baby. I’ll be careful. But boy, this baby is kicking my butt. One second he’s in the front and next he’s kicking near my side. Here.” You take Miguel’s hand and place it on your side. You two wait and sure enough there was a kick. Miguel’s eyes light up and he smiles wide. He kneels down and he kisses your dress covered stomach.

“Hola, Xavier. We can’t wait to see you next month.” He says causing you to poke your bottom lip out and cry. “Mi corazón please don’t cry.” Miguel stands up chuckling.

“It’s just I can’t believe we’re going to be parents next month, we’re really going to meet this little person and he’s going to look so cute in all the outfits we got him. And-“ You feel a sharp pain and you grab Miguel’s hand. “Sh…shoot.”

“I got you, come let’s sit down and do those breathing exercises.” You shake your head and feel fine just then. “I’m okay, I just need to use the bathroom. Can you help me?” Miguel agrees and he helps you inside.

As the two of you enter the kitchen your hand bumps into your metal bottle and it falls. Miguel grabs it up effortlessly and places it back on the counter. You smile at that since that’s how you two had met.

You go to the bathroom but you tug your husbands hand and pull him inside with you. He chuckles as you stand on tippy toe. He leans down careful not to bump your stomach and he kisses you.

“Mmm, did you actually have to use the bathroom or did you just want to have me all alone?” Miguel asks as he looks down at you lovingly. “I’ll confess I wanted you alone. But can you blame me, we haven’t had much alone time this weekend. I actually can’t wait to get back to the house.”

“I know how you feel, but you have to admit it’s been relaxing being here.” You nod. “It has, but maybe it’s just my hormones but I have been wanting you more and more this past month.” Miguel lifts you up and places you on the sink, getting a giggle out of you as he settles between your legs.

“Is that so, Mrs O’Hara?” Miguel says as he kisses your neck. “Mmm, it is Mr O’Hara.” You answer as you feel him lifting your sun dress.

You lift up a little as he tugs your panties off and he kisses your lips. “We can’t make any noise and we have to be quick, amor.” Miguel says as he unzips his pants. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.” You whisper as you spread your legs wider. Miguel positions himself perfectly and he rubs just the tip.

“Amor, you’re so wet.” He softly moans as he slides the head in. You bite your bottom lip and nod. “Been wet since this morning. I had a dream you and I were on our honeymoon. Remember how that went?” Miguel nods as he places his hand against the mirror behind you and he slides in, causing the both of you to moan.

“This pussy is too good, fuck.” Miguel moans a bit loud. You clamp your hand over his mouth. “You can’t be too loud, remember?” He nods and he starts moving his hips. You eyes rolls back as you keep your hand over his mouth.

“I’ll…I’ll admit when the baby comes we won’t get much time like this.” You whisper out. “I’ll find a way for us to have alone time, amor. Don’t you worry about th-shit!” Miguel groans which causes you to take your panties and shove them in his mouth.

“Baby, just fuck me and be quiet, please.” You say as you grab his ass and pull him in so he can fuck you deeper. He groans something and you feel him pulse inside of you. “Ju…just like that make me cum baby, make me cum.” You moan out. He covers your mouth now and he spits out your panties.

“Sh…shh. If you’re too loud I’ll st…stop. Now be my good girl and let daddy fill this little greedy cunt.” He lifts your legs over his shoulders and he pounds into you. You head bumps against the mirror which causes it to open and a few medicine bottles spill. But the two of you don’t stop. Miguel looks at you with lust in his eyes and your eyes start rolling back as you start to feel yourself about to come.

“You’re squeezing down on my di-baby you’re so wet oh m-” He grabs the back of your head and he pounds into you as you clench and come causing a mess on his pubic area.

Soon after Miguel’s thrusts get sloppy and he came deep inside of you. The both of you catch your breathe and when you notice the spilled items from the mirror you both chuckle.

“Worth it.” You say as he lets your legs down. “Definitely worth it.” He kisses your lips and he helps clean up. “Do you think we’re going to be good parents?” You ask as he helps you off of the sink after pulling your panties up. “I know we will, in every universe we’re good parents.” You chew your thumbnail and Miguel stops you. “Don’t be nervous, Tommie. You’re going to be a wonderful mother. I promise.” You go to speak but just then you double over and grip his hand.

“Ow, ow, o-Ahhhhh!” You let out a blood curdling scream and Miguel scrambled quickly yanking open the bathroom door. “What’s wrong, Tommie?” You look down and you have this sensation to pee.

You quickly try to make it to the toilet but you feel a gushing feeling between your legs just as you go to sit.

You lock eyes with Miguel and his eyes were wide. “Baby my water br-ahhh!” You grab his hand and squeeze as pain shoots through you.

Miguel scoops you up and yells out that’s you’re in labor. He places you on the couch in the living room and you hear your grandparents rushing into the room. Your grandfather was grabbing your bag, while your grandmother was on the phone with telling the operator to connect her to the hospital.

Miguel was kneeling beside you and you were in tears. “I…is it suppose to hu-ahhh!” The pain was getting intense and all you wanted to do was push. “Miguel, he’s coming now. We need to go.” You tell him through clenched teeth. He nods and he helps you up.

In a matter of seconds it seems, Miguel was in his car with you in the passenger seat. “Toma mi mano y respira amor.” You take his hand and take deep breathes as your contractions start to come quicker. “We’ll meet you at the hospital Miguel!” Your grandmother says as her and your grandfather gets in his truck.

Miguel doesn’t even give a response he simply peels out of the driveway and he takes the faster route to the hospital.

You feel something leaking and when you reach down you bring your hand back up. You’re in panic because you see blood. “Miguel!” You scream. He presses the gas harder and he drives as fast as he can without causing an accident. “Just breathe, Tommie. Just breathe we’re almost there.” Miguel says as he runs a red light.

More pain shoots though you and you can’t wait, you start to push as he drives up to the Emergency Entrance. You scream that it hurts and Miguel takes you out of the car. Your blood was all over the front seat and on Miguel.

He runs inside causing the nurses at the front desk to jump. “My wife, she’s hurt and she’s in labor please!” They work quickly and they bring you to a room. You feel your heart beat speed up as they tell Miguel he has to stay back. “No! He comes! He comes with me!” Miguel pushes past the nurses and he holds your hand. “Amor I’m not going anywhere.” He tells you as they wheel you to a room.

The nurses hook you up to a machine and a lady doctor she enters the room quickly and she puts on gloves. “How far are your contractions ma’am?” She asks as she lifts your dress seeing the blood. “F..four minutes apar-ahhh!” You scream as the doctor inserts cold metal inside of you. “Do you have to do that!” Miguel snaps. “I apologize sir, but your wife is in labor and she’s hemorrhaging. We need to move fast before her and the baby dies.”

Miguel moves over to you and you feel scared. “Xavier is going to be alright, right? Our son is going to be okay?” You ask in a panic. “He is going to be fine. Look at me, Tommie. Our son is going to be fine.” Miguel comforts you.

You nod and your legs are placed up and spread. “Alright Mrs O’Hara, I am going to ask you to push. Your baby is already crowning. Once we get them out we can stop the bleeding. Okay? Now give a great big push.”

You do what the doctor says and you give a push. The sensation was terrifying for you but you had to stay brave for your son. You give another push as instructed and you hear a cry. Miguel moves down and the look in his eyes were priceless as the doctor told him to cut his umbilical cord.

The doctor passes then Xavier over to another nurse so he can be cleaned and he gets suctioned. Miguel kisses your head as you feel happy he’s okay. “He is a healthy baby boy, who is four pounds and six ounces.” The nurse says to you. You go to speak but let out a scream you didn’t know you could do.

“Mrs O’Hara, your other baby. They seem to have the umbilical cord wrapped around their neck. Please wait to push while we get this handled.”

Your eyes widen. “Another baby? But how?” You had went to every appointment with Miguel and they doctors showed you the ultrasounds. It showed Xavier in the womb. How did this other baby not get seen? Unless they were hiding behind Xavier?

Miguel had a blank stare on his face but his hand was gripping yours.

The doctor tells you to give a push for her and you give a push, this time you feel excruciating pain when you push. You cry to Miguel how it hurts and the doctor tells you to give her one more push they baby was almost out. “You got this, amor. I’m right here with you.” Miguel says as he holds your hand.

You push one more time and you expect to hear a cry but your heart drops when you don’t hear the baby. “It’s a girl.” The doctor says as she brings your daughter to another table.

You listen, you hold your own breath and listen to her cry but you hear nothing. “Come on, little one.” The doctor says as she tries to help your unresponsive child.

Miguel was standing there solid as a rock as you try to peek. “Time?” The doctor calls out. No, no you’re not letting her go.

“Bring her to me, now.” You demand in a tone you didn’t know you had. Miguel moves and he takes the baby and brings her to you. You move down your dress and Miguel lays the baby against your chest.

“Come on, come on baby girl. You’re not going to give up. You haven’t lived yet. I refuse to lose you. Now breathe for mommy. Come on, you’re a strong little girl I know you are. You are your fathers daughter.” You place her on her stomach and you let her feel your heart beat as you gently tap her back. “You’re strong, because you’re my baby. Come on, come on baby girl, use your lungs. I just met you I’m not losing you.” You close your eyes and you kiss her little head.

You then feel a tiny heart beat against yours and when you open your eyes, you look down to see something yellow squirt from her mouth. Just then your daughter gives the loudest scream and you laugh because that is what you wanted to hear.

“That’s my baby girl. I knew you were going to live.” You kiss her little head as she keeps crying. You never wanted her to stop. Miguel look over at you and he has pure fear in his eyes for a split second, but it quickly leaves as he walks over and he looks at her. “Charlie, I want to name her Charlie after my dad.” You tell him as you feel tired. “Charlie O’Hara. I like that.” Miguel says as he just stares at his crying daughter.

••••

Miguel POV

It’s been six hours since the twins were born and I was walking down the hall letting Tommie sleep. Our friends and family had came to visit, and they were all happy to meet the two new additions.

But something is off, I can feel it. I wonder down a quiet hallway and I make sure no one was around when I bring my communicator out. “Lyla.” I whisper and she appears. “Hello daddy-oh.” She jokes but I didn’t see anything funny. “Geez, someone still doesn’t have a funny bone in their body I see.”

“Lyla I need you to do a scan for Charlie O’Hara.” I tell her as I think about my daughter. Fear came out of me as I laid my eyes on that little girl. “I’ll be back in a flash.” As I wait I close my eyes think about the tape I had received last year…

Tommie was with Erica and I was fixing up the bottom steps to our home. As I finished up, I see the mailman and gave a smile. “Good morning, Mr O’Hara. Just a package today.” I frown a bit. “Package? Maybe my wife ordered something.” He simply shrugs and hands it to me.

I freeze when I see who the sender was from. Even from the grave, Dana was still a nuisance.

I walk inside and I scan the package. There were no signs of a threat present but just to be safe, I had brought the package to the lab in the basement. I went to the safe room and opened the package only to see a DVD inside. On it were the words, play me. I grab my laptop from the other room and I place it inside. My laptop runs it through and a video pops up.

I scowl seeing Dana’s face on the screen and I press play. “Hello Miguel, if you’re watching this then I am dead. I’m sure you’re happy about that. But I just want to let you know, you can have your little Tommie, but I get to have your future. I won’t give away all my secrets. Some of them get to stay with me in the grave. But I know how much you find anomalies such a nuisance. So, enjoy this one. I’m sure you’re going to love it to pieces. Oh and tell Tommie I hope she falls and breaks her n-” I stopped the video and breathe carefully. “Lyla, scan for any anomalies.” I command. I wait for five minutes and she lets me no that there are no anomalies present in this universe.

“Vete a la mierda Dana….”

Back in the present I was waiting for at least six minutes for Lyla to give me an answer. She came back and she looked a bit worried. “What?” I snap at her. “Okay, don’t get mad at me I’m just the messenger. Alright well I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

“The bad news.” You tell her. She gives a nod. “Well I scanned all of the universes and…there isn’t a single Charlie O’Hara present. From the scans Charlie…she’s going to cause a greater anomaly in eighteen years.” There’s no way my own child can’t an anomaly.

“And what was the good news?” I ask her. “You’re a dad to two healthy children.” I grit my teeth and I walk back down the hall.

If Dana had planned this whole thing then not only was she a mastermind but she was also vile for this.

As I reach for the doorknob I freeze. Because I remember something. In every universe I met Tommie’s parents except this one, which caused our daughter to be born. That event caused this, which makes me wonder what else is hidden in the cracks of the universe?

I walk over to my sleeping wife and I kiss her head. She stirs in her sleep a little and I hear one of the twins let out a little cry. On instinct, I go to my kids and I look down to see Xavier was peacefully sleeping. But Charlie was being fussy.

Tommie had managed to make some bottles for them so I grab one and I pick her up carefully. “It’s okay mija, daddy’s got you.” I give her, her bottle and she drinks. Her little hand wraps around my finger and as I look down at her I see her left eye turn blood shot red. I feel the spider connection and I shiver. This little girl is going to cause a greater anomaly?

“That’s going to be a problem…” I say as I watch my daughter's left eye turn to a dull glowing red…

Previously

Ahhh I can finally post these!! I made spidersona’s of the twins! I was inspired by Miguel's suits, Xavier took his colors from Miguel's updated suit and Charlie took her colors from Miguel's old suit. Both of the twins love their dad but clearly Charlie and Miguel bump heads...a lot.

[desceros]

Please spare us some more papatello headcannons 🥹🥹🥹 (I bet Donnie is the type to show off his baby mommy)

yessss an excuse to think about papatello tysm anon-chan!!!!

as per usual this got long so i'm sticking it under a cut bc i am OUT. OF. CONTROL.

thinkin about the first day of school. you'd insisted that lavi attends bc it's good for her socialization ("why would she need to talk to other people? i never went to school!" "yeah, hon, and look how you turned out." "perfectly capable of normal conversation!!" "...you asked me to marry you via text." "well sue me for wanting to be sure i got it right when just the thought of it made me flustered!" <- then you're both embarrassed), but donnie's not too thrilled. the whole morning he's sulking, pouting behind your shoulder as you take all the cute photos of her first outfit, writing a 5k word essay to put in her lunchbox saying how much he loves her ("don. donnie. love of my life. she's four. she can barely read go dogs go." "best she practice, then."). it's actually the worst... up until you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and reminding him that hey. hey. the four year old isn't here. wink. wink wink. (...donnie very quickly begins to espouse the value of a formal education.)

hm. executive decision that lavi has a sweet tooth. she's particularly fond of fruits, and she likes to come up to donnie while he's working and hand him an orange so he can peel it for her. without fail, he stops what he's doing and helps, taking one slice and calling it a 'papa tax'. then, one day, she comes to you and asks if you'll show her how to peel it. you're thinking hm. showing some independence, that's probably a good thing, so you do. only to have to bite your fist when you watch as she goes into the lab and crawls into donnie's lap, peeling an orange, and then handing him half. (he ugly cries a lot that night when he tells you about it.)

once mikey's hair starts coming in, i suspect she'd like playing with it. she'd rope him into having spa nights where the three of you do all kinds of self-care stuff like facials, hair masks, that kind of thing. donnie plays it up like he's super jealous, but you see the way he burrows his face into lavi's hair for their nighttime hug and smiles when it's nice and soft, and then when he comes to you and threads his fingers through your hair, murmuring a compliment at its texture into your nape.

during your pregnancy, he's a nervous wreck. the whole pregnant with a turtle mutant situation is already a lot on his nerves, but then on top of that, you don't call out of work. ("i'm pregnant, don. pregnant people work all the time. it's normal." "i'd argue that being pregnant with a turtle mutant is quite far out of the bounds of normal.") i think... the first real, actually nasty fight you ever have with him might be then. maybe the only one, but it'd be explosive. him concerned that you'll be somewhere, pregnant with what some would call a monster, having been bred by a monster, and if something happens, he'll be in his lab working, helpless, away. you don't take kindly at all to him calling your child (nor himself) a monster, even out of the mouths of hypothetical strawmen, and that plus the way he's catastrophizing every little thing strains your relationship to its snapping point. i think maybe for a solid month or so, it's. it's a real test of how much you love him, and how much he trusts you.

i dunno if i've already WOG'd this but if i did, i'm changing it and this is the official WOG statement that lavi's first word is 'papa' and donnie is FOREVER smug about it (even though, joke's on him, you find it absolutely adorable and are zero percent mad about it)

oh. lavi loves pineapple on pizza. the first time she tries it and it becomes her favorite, you laugh at donnie's face for like, ten years. sometimes you'll just be in the bathroom, brushing your teeth to get ready for bed, and he'll hear you start giggling where he's lying down reading and waiting for you to come in, and he just. grits his teeth bc he knows what's got you going.

there's a baby shark-esque song in universe that has a turtle instead of a shark on one episode of mrs. cuddles, and lavi fucking loves it. it's the worst ear worm in the entire world, and the entire lair quickly lays a ban on ever reminding her it exists. this is ultimately a failure, partially bc she is her father's child and thus the most stubborn creature ever to exist, but also bc leo actually enjoys it and ends up humming it under his breath while he's walking around. raph gets a little twitchy whenever he hears it, but he's the second-most vulnerable to lavi's charms (the first, of course, being donnie) so whenever she asks, on it goes, with him stiff as a board as she sits on his shell and claps her hands in delight.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drawn Together 17

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, spanking, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The night sees you in much the same trap as the one before. You’ve appeased Steve. For now. You know deep down, it won’t last. That it won’t be enough. Not in the end.

You sleep in the white satin he chose. He embraces you from behind, his hand cradles your chest as his breath whispers across your scalp. You’re suffocated by his warmth. You don’t move, the only time you’re truly alone is when he’s asleep.

You close your eyes to keep the tear from slipping past. You wiggle your nose as it tingles. The night breeze rustles the tree outside the window and carries the chirps of lively crickets. The song of the night is in disorder just as those that play in your head.

“Middle C,” the order comes and you set your hands just so. “Very good.” Professor Zemo praises as he flicks the metronome into a steady beat, “Begin.”

You hear the melody before your fingers pluck it out. It’s that magical sensation that overtakes you. The way your body moves naturally to create the music. As if it’s a part of you. You smile as you read the music, following along as the world pinpoints to the keys and nothing else.

“Posture,” Zemo squeezes your shoulder.

You fix your position and keep on, not missing a note. His hum underlines your symphony as you proudly play. He stays close by the bench, hand lingering on your sleeve, rubbing the fluttery fabric between his fingertips. You follow the highs and lows until you reach the end, hitting that final key with a flourish.

“You are improving,” he moves to stand behind you, close so that you feel the heat of him radiating around you. His other hand rests upon your second shoulder. “My dear, I must confess you are talented, if not the most talented student I’ve ever taught,” he bends and your skin pricks. What is he doing?

He presses his lips to your crown, “when you play,” he speaks into your hair, “you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

His hands wander down your blouse and he hooks beneath your arms. Your hands tamp down on the keys in surprise, a clatter of ugly notes all at once. He cups your chest through the layers of frills. You don’t know what to do so you do nothing. What can you do? He is your professor.

He pinches a button between his fingers and slowly undoes it, then another, and another. You shiver as he opens the front of your blouse. He stands straight to guide your sleeves down your arms. He steps closer and something hard presses to your back. You put your chin down as your lip trembles.

Coward.

You squeak as your eyes snap open. There is no relief to be found in waking. It’s not a dream but a memory. You feel a squeeze on your chest and your heart leaps into your throat. That speckling flame razes up your neck and across your cheeks. A furor you cannot bear.

You tear Steve’s arm away and push yourself out of the bed. You fall onto the floor, crawling away desperately as panic thrums against your ribs. Your arms shake and you fight not to collapse into a heap.

“Sweetheart,” Steve groans, his deep tones laced with fatigue and confusion. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you stop and turn over, sitting on your bottom, “I just have to pee.”

You don’t move though. You can’t. You sit against the footboard and smother your mouth to keep your shallow breaths quiet.

“Hurry back…” his voice drifts off to a snore.

You shake your head as your eyes sting. You haven’t cried about this in years, so why now? Why do the ghosts have to come back and haunt you?

🌹

A rush of cool air flows over you as the blankets are torn away. Your shallow sleep cracks as you mutter cluelessly and fall onto your back. You squeak as you find Steve staring down at you, a hand planted on the mattress as he leans on one arm. You squeeze your legs together and cross your arms.

He caresses your shoulder, toying with the nightgown’s strap, twisting it as his fingertips brush your skin. Little specks of heat linger as he follows the lacy trim along your chest. You hold in a breath quivering at the intensity of his gaze as it trails his touch.

He pulls your arm away from your chest and the other slips down limply to your side. You’re paralysed. You’re too afraid to resist him as you watch his eyes. They are dark and distant as if possessed.

“You’re so sweet,” he tugs down the soft satin cup. You whimper as he bares half your chest. He cups your tit, fondling you as he groans. His thumb rolls around your nipple and you shiver. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you’ve been good.”

He gropes you as he purrs and slides down the bed. He stretches his arm up and lifts himself to his knees. He forces your legs apart and settles between them. His other hand traces along your thigh as he lets out a deep breath.

He kneads your chest as he slowly bends. You’re terrified as his hand crawls beneath the hem of your nightie and inches it up. He spreads out on his stomach, keeping his arm snaked up your torso as he pulls your leg over his shoulder. He bows his head to nuzzle the front of your panties and you twitch.

He hums and squeezes your chest again. A warning. You grab onto his thick arm as he inhales you and presses his nose against the cotton. The vivid ink that stains his skin contrasts with your own. You grip him tighter as he hums, sending a ripple through you.

Your breath hitches as he wiggles his head against you. A damp heat permeates the front of your panties and he tickles you through the fabric with his tongue. His saliva soaks through as he pushes the cotton against your folds, suckling through the layer hungrily.

He traces his fingers down the crease of your leg and drags your panties to the side. His cool tongue meets your hot cunt and you gasp. His nails dig into your skin as he blindly gropes your chest, thumb catching on the slack satin.

You're helpless. Just like before. Too weak to fight. You just let it happen. You wince as the sheets brush against your bruises. What else can you do? He's not hurting you. Yet.

He laps between your folds as your legs quiver. You close your eyes as your grasp drifts down his arm, reaching weakly for his head. You feel completely exposed to him. You want him to stop but the flick of his tongue has you spasming. He swirls around your clit so that a pluck coils in your muscles.

You’re completely disarmed as spreads his tongue wide and tastes you. He slowly drags his tongue up and back down. Your thighs tingle as he seals his lips around your tender bud and the sudden pressure has you writhing. He groans as he uses the tip of his tongue to tease you.

Your back arches as you push your thigh against his head. His beard tickles you, another wave rolling through you. It’s too much and not enough. You want him desperately to stop yet fear that he will. 

You moan and sink your head back in the pillow. Your hips rock as he flutters his fingertips along your ass, adding to the storm of sensation. Shame bubbles with something else. Something hotter. Irresistible.

You cry out as you lose control. As you succumb to him. No, he’s conquered you. You surrender in a spasm of delight, mewling between heavy puffs as you clamp your thighs around his head and twist wildly.

He doesn’t stop. He drinks you in desperately as you cum. He keeps on until you can’t. Your legs splay and your arms fall down limply. You lay quaking and whimpering as he sucks and licks at your cunt. He does so noisily rubbing his beard against your sopping cunt until you whine.

“Please,” you squeal as you reach for him, lifting your head dizzily, “please… Steve…” His eyes flick up as he swipes his tongue around your clit, “sir… I can’t… I can’t take…”

You drop your head back down as your hips jerk. Your voice swells out of you, blooming into moans and drones. You feel it again, the tempo building and building, until you can’t stand it. Your nerves scatter again in a violent chorus that has you clawing at the sheets.

He does not relent. Even as you writhe, even as you push on his head and beg. Please, please, please.

[atlasscrumpit]

Yandere Avengers

@thechildofmarvel

You ran along the streets of New York, trying as hard as you could to control your breathing while you ran away in fear.

There was so much death and destruction happening around you.

Suddenly you were knocked to the ground and an ugly alien crawled on top of you as you screamed as loud as you could.

Suddenly it was thrown off you, not without scratching your chest making you cry out in pain.

Ironman appeared in front of you as you cried out in pain.

“Please, help.” You muttered as he knelt down to you, his mask retracted.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m going to help you.” He said as you nodded and held onto your chest while he picked you up in his arms.

“Team, I’m heading back to the tower. I have an injured girl.” Tony said before he flew off with you in his arms, you closed your eyes as tight as you could while the wind rushed passed you.

Time began to move weirdly as you came in and out of consciousness.

When you felt like you had a grip of reality again you felt yourself on a bed.

“What’s happening?” You muttered to a brunette man above you.

“Shh, you’re okay. You were hurt, I’m helping you.” He said as you nodded and closed your eyes.

“Sleep, you’re exhausted.” He whispered as you felt a sharp pain in your arm, it didn’t take long for you to fall unconscious once again.

—

The next time you awoke it was sunny outside and there was no destruction.

You groaned and looked around seeing there was two men standing at the foot of your bed.

“There she is, you’re looking better, angel.” Tony said as you reached up and rubbed your tired eyes.

“Where am I?” You muttered as they came to either side of your bed.

Steve reached down and ran his hand through your hair as you looked up at him in confusion.

“You’re in the Avengers tower, doll. I know you must be confused, but I promise you’re safe.” He said as you nodded a little.

“Can I go home?” You muttered trying to sit up but Tony stopped you.

“Easy, you need rest. You can’t go home yet, Y/N.” He said as you pushed his hand away and sat up, groaning in pain a little.

“I’m going home, thank you for taking care of me, but you can’t legally keep me here.” You said throwing the blankets off and standing up but you fell forward making Steve grab you.

“Actually, doll. We can keep you here, and that’s what is best for you.” He whispered as you tried to break free from his grip.

You felt Tony brush hair away from you neck as you struggled.

“Let me go!” You screamed as you felt him inject something into your neck.

“Sleep, Y/N. I promise you’ll understand soon.” Steve whispered as your body went limp against him.

—

You woke up again a few hours later, this time your hands and legs were restrained to the bed.

You struggled against them before you felt someone’s hand go through your hair again. You looked beside you to see Tony again.

“Don’t struggle, Y/N. You know it’ll only make it worse.” He whispered as you felt tears in your eyes.

“I don’t understand. Why are you keeping me here?” You replied trying your best to sound confident.

“We could use you around here, Y/N. There’s so much innocence and joy in your eyes, you’re so beautiful and I know we would all love you so much here.” He said, still playing with your hair.

“B-But, I don’t want to stay here. I want to go home, you can’t just keep me here against my will.” You said struggling against the restraints.

“You don’t have anywhere to go, wouldn’t you rather stay here?” He asked, stroking his hand over your cheek.

“I have somewhere to go! I can go home!” You shouted before he gripped your upper arm and glared at you.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” He growled as you looked up at him in fear.

“Please, don’t hurt me.” You whispered as he sighed and let go of your arm.

“I’m sorry, darling. I’m just worried about you. I know you’ll be so much safer and loved here. Your parents can’t look after you like we can.” He said as you looked at him in shock.

“H-How do you know my parents?” You whispered as he smiled softly.

“You don’t need to worry about them anymore, I know you’ll miss them. You’re just a child, but we can be your new family.” He said as you began to cry and rip at your restraints.

“What the fuck have you done!” You screamed as he grabbed your throat and applied pressure.

“Tony!” Steve shouted as Tony backed away and groaned.

“I know you’re angry, but she’s just a girl. She doesn’t understand.” Steve said coming over to you and smiling.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. If you want to go, go.” Steve continued as he took away your restraints and you immediately got up.

You slowly backed away from them before running.

“Steve, what the fuck did you just do?” Tony growled, stalking towards Steve.

“Trust me, Tony. She’ll be back, Wanda wanted to meet her.” Steve said smiling wickedly as Tony stopped and smiled.

“I’m sure she’ll be happy to make a new friend.”

—

Steve and Tony sat in the infirmary, they new it wouldn’t be long.

They heard a scream and saw you running towards them, making them both smile.

You ran to Tony and hugged him tightly as you cried.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.” You cried out as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Oh, angel. It’s okay, did Wanda show you the truth?” Tony whispered as you nodded.

“I don’t want to leave.” You whispered as Tony looked up and saw Wanda entering.

“I always wanted a little sister or daughter.” Wanda said making the two men smile.

“Don’t worry, she won’t ever run away again.” Wanda whispered, watching Tony hold you.

“Never again.”

[takami-takami]

thinking about post-war!Keigo where everything remains the same. Except his wings don't grow back. Everything repairs itself, everything changes back gradually to what it was before but his wings remain the same. Don't remain, rather. It's funny how slow he is, still not adjusted to all of this, given the very purpose of his existence lies in his ability to be fast. Doesn't matter that the reason for his speed is non-existent now. He's a hero, right? Heroes don't cry.

Heroes don't sob over their now-gone cause of existence.

Heroes don't just randomly forget they lost their wings one night, too busy staring at their lover's back with lost, blank eyes. Unaware of his woefully blank amber eyes, you lay beside him in his bed, which feels uncomfortably large now. Another form of failure that hurt his eyes if he didn't already have enough tears streaming down his ugly, scarred face silently, every time he had to begrudgingly look at himself in the mirror. Your attempts and pleas at spooning him tonight were hushed by his silent gaze. Please let me be useful, they pleaded. You gave up. Now gathered in his arms, both of you felt safe.

So safe that he forgot his empty back for a second. As instinct would have it, his back muscles flexed to move his wings to wrap around you. Closed amber eyes and a fuzzy head full of comfort hampered his worries and woes. His mind was too far gone in your soft to register the fact that he had been trying to do this for quite some time now. Unsuccessful attempts forced him to come back to reality. Body writhing, his eyes opened suddenly, wide and full of shock. His hands froze. Keigo slowly comprehended his actions. His eyes felt wet. Awoken by his movements, your body shifted in a frenzy as you turned to face him, eyes open but vision foggy from residual sleep. Out of pure instinct, you cupped his tear-stricken face as you tried hard to understand what the fuck was going on, the best your foggy mind could. His posture and expression worsened.

"Kei', honey, you okay? Kei', talk to me. Wh-" He fell to your chest hard. And bawled like a fucking child. Fists gripped the fabric of your shirt as he sobbed and cried, for god knows how long. You held him with equal force and gently rocked his body, despite a slight understanding of his sudden breakdown. To an extent, you were aware it was because of his wings, with the way he clutched your backside and felt it like it was his own. Whispering soft coos and sweet nothings into his hair continued for a while and near screaming and sobbing turned into silent cries. Eventually, he calmed down. Sensing his discomfort and heavy breathing, you combed your hands gently through his blond locks.

"I love you Kei', you know that right?" No response. Just faint nodding. You suppose that would do for now. uhh hey there V! Call me Rakuyou. This is my first time writing something like this. I've always admired people like you who can express their feelings in words so seamlessly and perfectly. I find Hawks' character quite admirable and well-written, and I most definitely don't gush over the boy every fucking moment. And as for this piece, I'd love to know some tips to write him well and some writing tips that you may wanna share. This might be a Wattpad-level fic at best, but I gave my best. Lemme know your thoughts on this one. I love Keigo and your work!

-Love, Rakuyou. (Crawls into a black hole and dies.)

I ... I do not have words for this. This knocked on my heart like it was a door and said "actually nevermind I'm coming in anyway" and smashed it to pieces on the way in.

[cosmickvi]

Praise Kink 🦊🐧 18+

Written for day 3 of Kvigust!

If there was anything that all idols shared, it was the fact that they were constantly hyper aware of themselves. Appearance, attitude, tone, personality, voice, skill, humor, etc. It was exhausting. Kai wasn’t usually prone to being kept up at night from insecure thoughts, but it was becoming more frequent. He caught himself being an internal bully about everything he did. His thoughts repeated insults and worries in endless circles that drove him mad. All he wanted was for it to just stop. He was at the end of his rope and knew that if he didn’t do what he usually did to release these pent up feelings, he would resort to something bad. Something he used to do before finding the safety and security of his headspace.

One night, after an especially brutal loop of self loathing, Kai sought out one of his hyungs. He needed their strong hands to hold his wrists down and their soft voices to play with his mind. He needed to be taken care, yet put in place. It was the only thing he desired. So, Kai exited his hotel room and walked to the door directly across from his own. He put his ear to the dark wood to listen for any snores. If Yeonjun was asleep he would seek out Soobin or Beomgyu instead. A moment later, he hesitantly knocked on the door when there was no sign of sleep.

“Hm? Why aren’t you in bed? Do I need to tuck you in?” Yeonjun grumbled, appearing in the doorway after opening it up. He wasn’t sleeping, but he wasn’t exactly awake either.

“Uhm- I need…you.” Kai murmured. He could feel the punches his thoughts threw at him.

‘He doesn’t want you here. He doesn’t like you. This is stupid. Deal with it yourself. Such a creep. Gross. Ugly. No one wants you.’

“Kai-ah? Hey, come here.” Yeonjun said, as he watched Kai’s eyes avoiding his own and filling with tears. He grabbed his elbow and ushered him inside and over to the bed.

Kai sniveled, sitting up by the headboard with his legs pulled to his chest so he could hide his face in his knees. Yeonjun sat beside him, silently coaxing him to open up. He pet his hair, leant on his shoulder and rubbed his back until Kai was no longer crying. What he didn’t expect was for him to jump up and run into the bathroom, locking the door. Yeonjun didn’t get up right away. He just listened for anything strange. There was nothing but the sound of running water.

“Oh dear…” The oldest sighed. He knew what Kai was doing. Whenever he cried or broke down without intending to, Kai would always flee to the nearest sink to rinse his face off with cold water. He hated crying in front of people. So much so, that he didn’t even want to look like he had been crying once he was calm again. Eventually, the bathroom door eased open and Kai stood by the bed.

“H-Hyung…can we do that- that thing.” Kai asked meekly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Yeonjun tilted his head and hummed inquisitively.

“What thing?” He asked.

“The thing…yknow, like t-take care of me. But, in a different way…” Kai mumbled. A lightbulb practically popped up over Yeonjun’s head.

“Oh! You mean get you into subspace for awhile?” He clarified. Kai nodded shyly.

Yeonjun crawled to the end of the bed and took Kai’s hand, pulling him back on to the bed. They didn’t need to go over ‘why’ Kai was asking for it because he already knew. The negative thoughts were at it again inside his head and he needed help escaping them. Yeonjun was proud of Kai for coming directly to him instead of burying it down until it came out explosively in an inappropriate setting. In the past that had happened.

They would never forget when they were backstage at an award show, two thirds of the way through the night, when Kai interpreted a flat facial expression sent his way as one of disgust. It lit the fuse to the bomb. He dropped to the floor of the small room they had to be in and sobbed uncontrollably. He started wailing about how much he hated himself, that he was the worst person on Earth. He begged for Yeonjun and Soobin to make it stop, referring to them both as “Daddy” in front of multiple staff members. It was a mess they all learned from.

So, without further hesitation, Yeonjun cupped Kai’s cheek and gave his forehead a soft kiss. It had been a long time since they had a chance to be so close.

“I’ll take care you, baby. Just tell me if you want to stop, okay?” Yeonjun whispered.

“Mhm.” Kai mumbled, already feeling a little lost within the close contact of their bodies.

“Good boy. Now, take all this off and lay down for me.”

Kai nodded silently, his heart fluttering from the first praise of the night. He followed Yeonjun’s directions and removed all of his clothing, leaving nothing between his skin and the silky bed sheets. Yeonjun removed only his shirt to make Kai feel less exposed and laid down on his side next to him, hooking one leg over Kai’s thigh. He started by running his hand over his plush chest, avoiding his perked up nipples and leaving wet kisses along his jaw and down his blushing neck. Kai inhaled shakily, his body quickly warming up and responding to the touches.

“Hmm, already getting hard? Just for me?” Yeonjun murmured against his ear. Kai nodded and glanced down at his cock. It was starting to swell up on its own, resting partially on the top of high thigh.

It twitched when Yeonjun flicked his nipples, and squished them between his fingertips. Yeonjun chuckled and nipped the edge of his ear, dragging his hand down from his chest, over his stomach, and down further to his balls. He held them lightly for a second before nudging them out of the way so he prod at his perineum. Kai parted his legs slightly, not missing the pressure of Yeonjun’s own half hard cock pushing harder into his thigh.

“I didn’t even have to ask. So smart, baby.”

Kai continued to let himself relax under Yeonjun’s careful touches, but he still felt too close to the surface of his normal conscious. He wanted to be drowning in Yeonjun’s voice, following every direction, earning the reward soon to come. It was harder to let go when Yeonjun was so focused on making his body feel good, accidentally going quiet.

“I- I want you to talk more…please.” Kai requested bashfully.

“Need some taking down?” Yeonjun asked thoughtfully.

“Yeah. Jus’ still thinking too much.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Those thoughts won’t be around much longer.“

Kai felt Yeonjun pull away to settle himself between his legs instead. His hands massaged the soft combination of fat and muscle built up upon his bones, as he wet his tongue before taking Kai’s cock into his mouth. He moved his tongue lazily along the underside of his shaft and bobbed his head slowly. Kai’s cock wasn’t larger than his own, so Yeonjun didn’t even blink when his hips bucked harshly and pushed it further into his mouth. Kai hissed, now fully hard and grabbed a fistful of Yeonjun’s hair. Yeonjun batted his hand away and pulled off, making Kai whine pathetically.

“You’re not in charge, mister. Aww, look how flustered your face is, tears already in your eyes. You’re my good little boy, aren't you? so obedient just for me, letting me do anything i want to.” Yeonjun purred, absentmindedly spreading his salvia around Kai’s dick with his hand.

“Yes, M’good.” Kai mewled.

“That’s right, now let Hyung taste you for awhile.” That didn’t sound right to Kai.

“Not Hyungie…just Daddy.” Yeonjun smirked at those words and chuckled, going right back to suck him off.

“Then be a good boy and watch Daddy.

Kai’s breaths steadily grew faster and lighter, his belly clenching and jumping everytime Yeonjun swallowed. He watched with half lidded eyes, occasionally lifting his head up from the pillows to get a better look at the man between his legs, only to dramatically drop it back. Kai’s thoughts blurred into a mess of spilled ink, as Yeonjun finally filled up his mind. He brought him all the way to the brink of an orgasm, and suddenly pulled away completely, making a cock ring with his fingers around the base of his dick.

“Ennhhh! D-Daddy noooo!” He moaned loudly, groaning and panting.

“Did you think I was going to let you cum? I don’t think you’ve earned it yet, baby. If you’re good, like I know you can be, Daddy will let you cum.” Yeonjun explained tantalizingly. He ignored Kai’s protests and shoved his fingers into his mouth. Kai instantly sucked them, like it was second nature, and got them drenched for him.

“Knees up and apart. There you go.”

Yeonjun took both wet fingers and pressed the tips of them against Kai’s hole, moaning in the back of his throat at the sight of Kai arching his back in an attempt to get them inside faster. He licked a strip up his reddening cock, and applied more pressure until they breached the tight muscle. Kai practically sobbed, toes curling into the mattress from the burn. He could take it. He knew he could take it. He was going to be a good boy, a perfect boy.

“Just relax, let that cute hole of yours loosen up a little. You’re doing so well.” Yeonjun praised, kissing the side of his thigh.

“Daddy~” Kai squealed, his dick leaking as he was suddenly pulled back into the boiling of being milliseconds away from coming.

“You sound so beautiful, baby. Take my fingers a little more, you can do it. Don’t cum, yet…Good boys do what they’re told.” Yeonjun challenged him. He could feel Kai’s muscles spasming throughout the lower half of his body, but he wanted to see how much longer he could hold back.

Kai snapped his thighs closed, only for Yeonjun to block them with his broad shoulders. He tsked, but didn’t take his away his hands. Kai whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. Yeonjun slid his fingers halfway out and pushed them back in at an angle to make Kai yelp. He was so warm inside, practically on fire. Yeonjun would fuck him dumb if he had the energy, but this wasn’t about him. This was about making Kai feel special and loved.

“Ahh! Oh my god!!” Kai groaned from the way Yeonjun picked up the pace of his hand, properly fingering him. Tears rolled down the sides of his head and into his ears, but he hardly noticed. He was long gone.

“Good job, doing so good for me. So pretty and sexy. Feels good? Yeah? I want to see you cum, baby. I want to feel you cum in my mouth.” Yeonjun said, spitting on his fingers to keep them slick before slotting Kai’s cock between his lips again.

Kai unabashedly thrust his hips up into Yeonjun hot mouth, effectively fucking his throat while fucking himself down harder on his fingers. He wasn’t even coherent anymore, blubbering nonsense and letting out whiny cries over and over again. All he could focus on was the intensity flaming inside his body, screaming to explode. It nearly started to drive him crazy, but right before it could, he was arching his back and flooding Yeonjun’s mouth full of cum.

“AH-Hh! Mhnn! Mn! Mmhmm! Ahh! D-Da”

Yeonjun diligently worked him through his orgasm, leaving him trembling like a leaf as he swallowed the entirety of his load. He carefully removed his fingers from Kai’s hole and helped his baby sit up. Kai was basically jelly, whimpering and crying from the after shocks, as he felt Yeonjun holding him against his chest.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you. Daddy’s not going anywhere, baby. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you…well, I’m always proud of you.” He soothed gently, going as far as rocking him and Kai side to side.

“You’re such a good listener, made all those sounds I love, too.” He whispered.

Yeonjun gave Kai the time he needed to properly catch his breath all while showering him in endless praise, which felt like sunshine on the boys skin. Kai basked in it; mindlessly soaking in the love radiating from his hyung. He felt safe, protected, and relieved. Yeonjun’s arms were there to hold him as long as he needed him to, or to pick him back up when he fell.

“Hm…Hyungie sleepy.” Kai murmured after calming down a significant amount and slowly returning to his senses.

“I bet!” Yeonjun chuckled. “Only good boys get this tired after coming, hm?”

“Only good boys.” Kai agreed, already nodding off.

[krikeymate]

Fic title: "touch without hurting me"

Tara doesn't make a sound, but Sam can still hear the whimper in her trembling lips, in the way she squints her eyes, in her shaking hands.

She'll carry the sound of Tara's cries with her to the grave. She hears it in every silent moment, sees the creep of blood beneath bandages every time she closes her eyes.

Standing in the doorway of her sister's bedroom, the shadows transport them. Tara's no longer safe, tucked away in bed. She's in a hospital corridor, crawling for her life, begging. She's a floor below, terrified and confused, being thrown to the ground and stabbed and stabbed and stabbed and-

"Sam?"

- She's been caught in the act.

Sam can't find her voice, doesn't want to. The silence protects them, from stilted conversations, awkward silences, ugly truths. The darkness is a protective shroud; reality fades away in the twilight and Sam can be the watchful guardian she should have been all along.

Tara turns her lamp on anyway, banishes away the fog.

"What're you doing?"

Her sister sounds confused, not scared.

She should be scared, Sam thinks. There's a stranger in the doorway.

"Hey," she whispers, barely more than a sigh. She's too caught up in watching the way Tara's arm quivers as it holds herself up to notice wide eyes, downturned lips, and a furrowed brow.

But Sam's always been too engrossed in Tara's pain to notice her concern. That's never changed.

A pained hiss fills the room as Tara shifts, legs dragging themselves to the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?!" Sam cries, too loud, as she steps forward to stop her. It feels wrong, like a disturbance. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. She was supposed to watch over her and Tara was supposed to stay sleeping and never knowing.

This is all wrong.

"You're crying," Tara says simply, blinking up at her, as if that explains anything. As if it means anything.

Sam doesn't need to check. Now that it's been pointed out to her, she can feel the sting in her eyes, the path down her cheeks, the taste of salt on the corner of her lips. The tears that escape her even now.

She should wipe them away. She doesn't want Tara to see her like this. But she can't move her hands, they remain hovering over her sister, stuck in orbit. Fear repelling them away, fear holding them close.

She just wants to hold her sister close. To know she's ok, that she's safe, that she's still here and that Sam has a chance to fix this mess she's made of them. That she can make this up to her.

That it's not too late.

But the only thing that's ever been worse than the idea of losing her sister, is the thought of being the one to hurt her.

"Sam..." Tara murmurs, breaching the gap for her. Her sister's hand on her cheek burns, like a knife in her side by a man she was beginning to love. Then she twists the blade, fingers brushing over the wound in her abdomen. "Does it hurt?"

Sam has to close her eyes in shame as a sob erupts from her throat. "I should be asking you that," she chokes out. What does Sam know of pain?

"It's not a competition," Tara says wryly, tugging at Sam's collar. "Although if it was, I would obviously win."

Sam doesn't remember the last time she cried this much. She doesn't remember it leaving her so light, so free. It leaves her exhausted, and helpless to resist as Tara pulls her onto the bed with her.

She's never had any defenses against her sister, why even try to defy her?

The situation Sam had been trying to avoid rears its head as Tara struggles to lie back down. Despite her best efforts to push it away, a groan still escapes her.

"Stop moving," Sam demands, wrapping her arms around her sister and holding her to her chest.

The way Tara suddenly tenses in her grip has her fearing the worst, but then she melts, face nestling under her chin and hands gripping at Sam's arms.

"I've missed this," Tara confesses, under her breath.

She wasn't supposed to hear that, Sam thinks, watching the way Tara's hands slip over her own.

"I love you," she whispers back.

I've got you.

I've missed you too.

[cb97breathing]

SAFE HAVEN - A BANG CHAN SERIES

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CHAPTER THREE: CHOCOLATE BROWN EYES

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab Plus Size Reader

General Synopsis: You ran away from New York to South Korea to escape the hell you were living in. With the help of a girl who lived there. Your only goal was to have a fresh start but that all changes when a certain boy notices you on the flight. After a shy encounter, he ends up being your neighbor and also a friend of the girl who helped you escape. You want to let him in, but you're scared because of your past. But he is patient and willing to wait as long as it takes to win your heart.

Word Count: 3.1K

Warning: story contains mentions of suicide, fat shaming, abuse & sexual assault. ADULT THEMES. MINORS AND AGESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Please don't repost or translate my work. If you wish to be tagged please comment on the post! Thank you.

Chan could hear whimpering on the other side of the wall. He looked over at his clock to see that it was around 2:30am. He remembered you made the same exact noises when you were sleeping on the plane. Was she suffering from nightmares? He wondered as he sat up and looked at the wall behind him. He remembered the fear in your eyes when you jolted awake, the fear that still lingered in them when you first locked eyes. No… He thought. This is more than just nightmares. He gently pressed his hand to the wall and let out a sigh. What are you even doing? You don’t even know the girl and you want to protect her so badly.

You tossed and turned in your bed. Whimpering as tears drenched the pillows beneath you. In your mind you were reliving the last time Jacob attacked you. You could still feel his hands on your throat as he choked you.

“Jacob please s-stop!” You choked out as you scratched at his hands. His cold ice blue eyes just stared at you with anger and contempt. You fought as hard as you could, because this time you really thought he was going to kill you. But he kept choking you until you were too weak to fight. As you laid there helpless he just laughed at you.

“Stupid fat pig.” He growled out. “Time for the only thing you’re good for.” He spread your legs wide and ripped a hole in your leggings, not even bothering to strip you. You choked on a sob as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his jeans and boxers. “J-Jake no…”

Before the memory could go any further you jolted awake and let out a sob. You panted and looked around wildly trying to remember where you were. But even though you recognized your new home at that moment you didn’t feel safe. You slowly crawled out of bed as you silently cried. Your whole body was trembling, you could barely stand. You slowly walked to the sliding door that led to your balcony. You could hear his voice in your head. Telling you how worthless, pathetic and ugly you are. He had said it so many times you began to believe that he was right.

I’m never going to be free. You thought to yourself as you stepped onto the balcony. I am never going to be safe. He’s ruined me. There’s no going back, there’s no getting better. You let out a shaky breath and looked down at the parking lot. Maybe I should just jump and end it, get it all over with. You bit your lip as the tears dropped onto your hands that gripped the balcony railing.

“Hey.” A male voice said softly and you gasped and looked over to your right quickly. Your eyes widened and you froze. There on the balcony of the apartment next door was the pair of warm brown eyes you couldn’t seem to forget. There’s no way. You thought to herself. I’m hallucinating right now. This had to be a dream, you weren’t awake yet. He moved closer and the moon lit up his face, which you could finally see. He was beautiful. His curly brown hair, his tanned skin, his plump lips, and his eyes. Your heart was pounding so loud you were scared he could hear it.

“Y-You.” You breathed out. “Y-You’re my neighbor?” For a moment all the pain you had been feeling was gone, the nightmare and memories were far from you mind because all you could do was stare at the man before you. You realized how crazy and distraught you must have looked and blushed deeply in embarrassment. But he didn’t seem to care, he smiled softly in response to your question and nodded.

“That’s correct. It’s good to see you again.” He said softly. “Though I was planning to come greet you sometime later in the morning. But I couldn’t help but be worried, I could hear you crying.” He bit his lip and moved to the edge of the side of his balcony so he could be as close as possible to you. His eyes were full of concern and looked at you with a gentleness that made your heart skip a beat. “Are you alright?” He asked. Chan watched as you looked down at your feet and you bit your lip, he tried hard to not stare at your bare legs, suddenly noticing you were only in a shirt he blushed and looked down quickly.

“I-I’m sorry… it’s been… it’s been a rough time for me and this is a huge change I think I’m just a bit overwhelmed.” You replied quietly. Liar, you are not okay. You are FAR from okay. You weren’t going to just open up to a random stranger. You looked up to see his flushed cheeks as his eyes locked with yours, you could tell he didn’t buy it. But you were thankful that he nodded and didn’t push further. “I never got to ask your name earlier, after you gave me back my necklace.” You said shyly. “I-I’m Y/n.” Chan smiled in response.

“I’m Christopher, but everyone calls me Chan.” He replied softly and held his hand out to you. He watched as your eyes stared at his hand, how you bit her lip before slowly reaching out and placing your tiny hand in his. So soft… He thought to himself as he grinned and gently shook it before letting go. His eyes looked back at you and caught a small smile on your lips. His heart fluttered. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” You responded with a small smile. “And I’m sorry for waking you up with my crying.” You looked down in embarrassment. “I promise that won’t happen often.” Chan only shook his head and smiled.

“Stop apologizing, it’s okay.” He said gently. “Like you said, this is a huge change for you. Plus I was already awake. I don’t really sleep much. I’m a night owl I guess you can say.” He shrugged. “But you look exhausted so I’m sure you want to go back to sleep.” He added.

“You’re right.” You responded quietly. “I should probably sleep some more.” You dreaded it but you knew he was right. You looked up at him and smiled softly. “Goodnight Chan.” You said softly. He smiled and bit his lip.

“Goodnight Y/n. Sleep well.” He said softly in response, which made your heart flutter and your knees go weak. You tightened your grip on the railing for a moment. You gave him one last small smile before walking back into your apartment and closing the sliding door to your balcony. When you were out of sight Chan let out a shaky breath and placed his hand on his chest.

“I thought she was going to jump.” He whispered as he leaned against the railing. He heard everything, the name you kept calling out, the way you kept begging for that person to stop. It wasn’t hard to piece together that something traumatic happened to the woman who has bewitched his heart so quickly. He was scared for you, he was angry for you.

He wanted to destroy whomever made you look broken and helpless. It was a sight he never wanted to see again. He wanted to see more of your smile, he wanted to see those beautiful eyes light up and he was determined to make sure you were going to be happy here. He walked back into his room and closed his sliding door and slowly got back into bed. He looked at the wall behind him wishing he could see through and get one more look at you. “Sleep well, beautiful.” He whispered to himself. “No more nightmares, dream of only the good things to come.”

You slowly fell back to sleep and just like he wished you didn’t have another nightmare. Instead your dreams focused on him, the boy who was slowly creeping into your heart. You dreamed about his eyes, his smile, how large his hand was compared to hers, how gentle his hand felt. For the first time, you slept peacefully all thanks to him.

You woke up around 9am and groaned. Sitting up slowly, you let out a quiet yawn. Your eyes looked to the balcony and the events off earlier this morning rushed through your mind and your face turned red. You turned and buried your face in the pillow and let out a scream in embarrassment. You ran your fingers through your hair as you sat up. How could you let him see you in such a state? You whimpered and pulled yourself out of bed to go brush your teeth and wash up. As you went through your clothes, you settled for your ripped black jeans and a black hoodie. After what happened earlier you had no plans to leave the apartment, ever. Your stomach grumbled and you sighed as you walked into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and let out a sigh when you noticed it was empty.

“Great.” You whispered to herself. “I gotta go food shopping.” Just then there was a knock at your door. You jumped slightly and looked at the door with wide eyes. Nari didn’t text you to say she was coming today. You bit your lip and slowly walked to the door. When you looked through the peephole your breath hitched. It was him, Chan. Chan stood at the door, nervously rocking back and forth. He was so desperate to see you again that he convinced himself to knock on your door. You were on the other side pacing in a panic. Your mind was swirling. But eventually you calmed yourself down and slowly opened the door. You peeked out and looked at him shyly as you watched his eyes light up and his lips form a goofy grin. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your knees go weak.

“Hi.” You said quietly before looking down at your feet. Get a hold of yourself Y/n, he’s out of your league. You gripped the door as you tried to regain composure.

“Hey.” He said softly back. “--- I was wondering if you would wanna maybe go get some breakfast with me?” He asked and bit his lip. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “After last night I wanted to make sure you had a good day. Since you’re new here and don’t really know the language I figured I could show you around and we can get to know each other more.” He rambled nervously and looked down at his feet. He is just too fucking cute. You thought to yourself as you looked at him with a small amused smile.

“I’d like that.” You replied which made his head shoot back up with wide and hopeful eyes. The smile that formed on his face made your cheeks redden and you bit your lip.

“One sec.” You closed the door and let out a shaky breath. You put on your sneakers and grabbed your bag and cell phone. “You can do this, don’t be a coward. New life, new friends.” You said to yourself quietly. You opened the door and stepped out. You gave him a small smile. “Okay let’s go.” Chan smiled widely and nodded.

“Alright follow me.” He said softly and walked with you to the elevator. He took you to a coffee shop nearby. He could help but notice how you kept her eyes to the floor and stayed close to his side as they waited in line to order. But then he saw people staring at you and he realized what was happening. They were judging your size. He frowned at them and gently nudged your shoulder. “Ignore them.” He said. “You’re perfect.” This made you blush deeply and look up at him with wide eyes. Your mouth slightly opened as you struggled to respond. Chan had to stop himself from kissing you right then and there. You looked so adorable. He giggled softly and nodded over to the counter. It was their turn to order. You looked over to the counter and saw a young boy standing behind it with freckles and big brown eyes grinning wildly at you both.

“Oi, Felix!” Chan said to the boy. “This is the new neighbor I told you about. Her name is Y/n..” You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile and nod.

“Welcome to Seoul Y/n! I’m Felix. It's nice to meet you!” He said softly and nodded at you. You noticed he had an Australian accent as well.

“Thank you.” You said softly. “--- It’s very nice to meet you as well.” Yousaid quietly with a small smile. The freckled boy smiled gently at you and then looked to Chan.

“Your usual hyung?” He asked softly and Chan nodded. “And what about you Y/n? What would you like?” He asked softly. You bit your lip and looked at them both shyly. You wished you could read what was on the board behind him. It made you feel so out of place.

“Surprise me.” You said softly in response. “Make it sweet though.” You gave him a soft smile as he nodded.

“You got it. I’ll make your drinks. Go take a seat. It’s on the house.” He said softly. Your eyes widened in surprise. “Take it as a welcoming gift.” He said softly. “My break is about to start so I’ll come join you both when I’m done.” Both of you thanked him. Chan led you to a big couch with a table across from a fireplace. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked around.

“This is my favorite spot. Especially in the winter when it’s cold out.” He said softly and sat down on the couch. He smiled and patted the spot next to him. You bit your lip and sat next to him keeping a safe but comfortable distance away. Not wanting to give him the idea that you didn’t like being near him. You were still embarrassed about the night before. “Thank you for giving me a chance and coming with me.” He added softly. Your eyes locked with his and the look he gave you made your heart stop. It was such a gentle gaze, full of kindness and caring.

“Thank you for not avoiding me after.” You said softly. “I was scared I may have freaked you out.” You bit your lip. “Life back home, it was really hard. I’m still recovering from it.” You looked down at your hands, afraid of his response. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw his large hand reach over and gently grab your small hand and squeeze.

“You’re not alone, don’t ever feel like you have to be. If you ever feel like everything is too much and you can’t breathe, come to me. I’ll be right by your side and I’ll help you.” He said softly. “I can tell you’re kind and caring. I can tell that you’re a good person and I want to help you heal.” His thumb brushed against the top of your hand and you felt your cheeks turn beet red. You looked up at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I’m scared to let anyone in.” You whispered. “But with you… I don’t know how to describe it. I just feel safe. Is that weird?” You asked quietly. He shook his head to say no and squeezed your hand. “I’m happy you ended up being my neighbor Chan.”

Just as Chan opened his mouth to reply Felix approached and you pulled your hand away in embarrassment. Your cheeks become more red as he places your coffees on the table as well as a plate of brownies. He looked at you both and then gave Chan a knowing glance which made the older man blush and look down shyly.

“I hope you like your latte. I also made these brownies a few minutes ago so they’re fresh and still very warm.” He said softly. You smiled at the freckled boy and thanked him before picking up your drink to take a sip. Your eyes lit up and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“It taste like the thin mint girl scout cookies back home.” You gushed. “Felix this is so good! Thank you!” You grinned. Felix couldn’t help but grin back but he could see Chan’s jealousy at your reaction from the corner of his eye. Chan wanted to be the first one to make you smile like that. But he couldn’t help but melt at the sight.

“Wait til you try his brownies. Man’s a pro at baking.” Chan said with a soft smile. You raised her brow and put you cup down to take a brownie and you hesitantly took a bite and almost groaned at how amazing it tasted.

“Felix teach me your ways.” You pleaded which made both men laugh in response. You couldn’t help but smile at the both. They looked adorable when they laughed. You felt so happy and warm in that moment you prayed it would feel like this all the time. “By the way I noticed that you guys have a different accent. Are you both from Australia?” You asked softly. Chan grinned and nodded.

“I was born there and eventually moved back here with my family. Felix moved there when he was really young. We both came back when we were in our teens. I met him a few years ago through my friend Changbin and we’ve been inseparable ever since. He’s like a long lost brother.” Chan said softly as he placed a hand gently on Felix’s shoulder. Felix smiled widely and nodded.

“You should introduce her to the guys hyung. I’m sure they’d all love her.” He said softly. “There’s eight of us. We’re all inseparable. Pretty much family. They all know English well except for one but he’s working on it. — we were all gonna meet up at Chans tonight for a game night and dinner. You should come!” You immediately got nervous at the idea of meeting six more people. It’s as if Chan knew how you felt cause he reached out for your hand again.

“You already met Han yesterday. They’re gonna love you I promise. They’re all nice and they would never mistreat you.” He said softly. “I’d love it if you came.” He looked at you with pleading eyes and you sighed in defeat and nodded. Felix pumped his fists up into the air in victory earning giggles from both you and Chan. Maybe meeting them all wasn't a bad idea.

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[winchesterwild78]

Chance meeting pt 15

Part 14

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warning & Summary: Angst, Fluff, people being ugly, insecure reader, Jensen being a sweetheart and falling in love

A/N: This chapter is Fluffy and has a little insecurity, then fluff…maybe foreshadowing 🥰. Our lovebirds are falling in love and everyone sees it😁

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You woke up to an empty bed. When you reached over and felt nothing you frowned a little. You rolled over and looked at the clock. It was after 9am. You crawled out of bed, showered, got ready and went downstairs. The house was quiet. You looked around for Jensen and the kids but didn’t hear or see them. You noticed a note on the counter.

Y/N,

Took the kids to the store so you could sleep. Be back soon.

Love,

J

You smiled and put the note down. You made a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen counter sipping it. You grabbed your phone off the charger and looked at the screen. It was full of notifications. Your eyes about popped out of your head. You opened Instagram to see hundreds of new follower requests and tons of tagged pictures from the con. Then you started reading comments. Some, most were supportive and sweet, but others were downright rude and hurtful. You tried to ignore them but for every sweet comment there were at least two ugly ones. So many people commenting about your weight, how you were a whore who threw herself at him in his vulnerable state, how his ex was gorgeous compared to you. One person even started bashing your children and called you a gold digger who was on the hunt for their new daddy.

Your heart broke and tears started streaming down your face. You knew this was going to happen, but this was not what you expected. You heard the garage door and quickly wiped the tears away and cleared your throat. You got up and started cleaning the kitchen to avoid eye contact with Jensen or the kids. You didn’t want them to see you upset. “Hey Miss y/n, we’re back and we got you a surprise” you heard Jensen’s son say. Jensen came up behind you and hugged you “good morning baby” he whispered in your ear as he placed a kiss on your cheek. He pulled back quickly because he felt the wetness. He spun you around to look at him and his face sank. He saw you were upset and had been crying.

“Hey guys, why don’t you go clean your rooms and the playroom. I need to talk to y/n about your presents” he said. The kids got excited and left the room. Jensen turned to you and took your hand. “What’s wrong baby? Is everyone okay, are you okay?” He asked with worry in his eyes. You shook your head no then looked at him and said “I shouldn’t have read the comments.” He looked confused for a second then he realized what happened. “Oh baby, don’t do that to yourself. There is always going to be nasty comments and posts about us. I know it’s hard but you’ve got to block it out. I love you, the kids love you and that’s all that matters” he said as he wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest and just cried. “I know Jens, but they said some horrible things. We haven’t even gone public with our relationship and they are trying to tear it apart.” You said through hiccup sobs.

Jensen realized you were right. The only thing he’s done was at the con, but nothing more yet. Nothing official that is. He knows the fans want confirmation of anything through social media or an official statement from his manager. He decided he was going to make it official. He calmed you down and got you a cup of tea.

The kids came back in and they were so excited to give you the surprise they had for you. Through all the crap you almost forgot. His oldest walked over carrying a small bag and all three kids were grinning ear to ear. She handed you the bag and said they all picked it out and wanted you to have it. You looked at them and then at Jensen. He was smiling and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for Christmas” you asked. They all said “no, open it now please.” You took the bag and pulled out a small box. You looked confused but opened the box. Inside were three charms, 2 girls and 1 boy. The charms contained their birth stones. It matched the one you wore for your kids perfectly. You gasped and smiled. “It’s perfect guys. Thank you” you said hugging them with tears in your eyes. You took your necklace off and added the charms. Once you put it back on you put your hand over it and sighed. Jensen leaned down and kissed your head. “They wanted to be represented too. They love you so much already, y/n. We all do.” He said. You looked up into his eyes and smiled saying “I love you all too. So much”.

You took a picture of your necklace and posted it to your Instagram. Jensen also suggested you keep your original profile private and create one that is public if you wanted to. He explained they all do that so some things are kept private and others aren’t. You understood the need to share some to the fans and some things were kept private. He also suggested any pictures of family you didn’t want people to see faces you could always put a sticker over their face to protect their privacy. Again, another good point. He helped you create a public profile and he was your first follower. You giggled when it popped up. “Come here baby. Let’s take a picture together” Jensen said pulling you close. “I look horrible, Jens” you said shying away from the camera. “Nope, you’re beautiful.” He said as he snapped a picture of the two of you. You had to admit it was a pretty good one. Jensen posted it under his account and tagged you. His caption melted your heart. “Guys, this woman has stolen my heart and the hearts of my kids. She’s selfless, caring, loving and kind. Even if she’s a little shy in front of the camera. As you can see from the second picture I’ve already been replaced. 😉” He posted the picture he took of you and him, and the second was of you and his son snuggled in your lap. You smiled and then your phone started blowing up with notifications and new followers. All the comments were sweet and full of congratulations. You smiled as you read them. “See, babe they aren’t all bad.” He said kissing your cheek. “I know” you said. You pulled out your phone and added a comment on the post “oh Jens, you know I can’t resist his sweet face. I love you so much!”

Other people including Gen and Jar commented. What you didn’t expect was Jensen’s ex to comment. “Y’all this woman is amazing. She’s so good for Jensen and she’s amazing with our kids. She’s accepted me and everything that comes with our family. I’m so glad my kids have her in their lives. It looks like my little man has already gotten attached 🥰”. You smiled when you read her comment. Jensen kissed you softly and said “see it’s not all bad. They are gonna love you as much as we do.”

You posted the picture of your necklace and tagged Jensen. Captioned it with “I got to add 3 charms to my necklace today. Thank you to Jensen and the kiddos for the beautiful addition. Now all our babies will go everywhere with me. 💜💙💜💙💜” The response to your post was positive. Jensen of course had to add a sweet comment that got everyone commenting about how sweet you two were. Jensen reminded you not all the comments would be positive but to just remember it’s the love at home that matters most.

He’s absolutely amazing helping you navigate being in the limelight. You know it’s going to be hard at times, but with him by your side it’s going to be okay.

Jensen stood up and walked over to you with his hand out. You grabbed it and he pulled you up into his arms. “I love you, y/n” he said as he pulled you into a kiss. You melted into his arms and deepened the kiss. “Come on, let’s go get some shopping done.” He said as he pulled away. “Jar and Gen have offered to watch the kids while you and I go do a little present shopping.” He said as he pulled you into the living room. “Are they sure they want to watch them for the afternoon” you asked as he walked to grab his boots. “Of course they are. I told them you wanted to get the kids some presents and I wanted to go with my girl. They were more than happy to watch them. They are family, sweetheart and we have each other’s backs.” “Okay, let me go get ready. I’ll be down in about 20 minutes.” You said as you climbed the stairs.

You went upstairs and started to get ready to leave when you heard a soft knock on the door. You opened the door to see Jensen’s youngest daughter standing there. “Hey sweetie, you okay” you asked as you knelt down beside her. She looked nervous and a little worried. You noticed she started fidgeting with her hands and her voice came out almost in a whisper. “Yeah, I have a question for you Miss y/n.” You stood up and scooped her in your arms and sat on the bed with her. “Of course sweetie, what is it. You can ask me anything you don’t have to be nervous.” You said trying to reassure her. She sat on the bed still fumbling with her hands and wouldn’t talk. You knew it was something big otherwise she wouldn’t be so nervous. You were getting a bit nervous too the longer you sat in silence. “Honey, whatever it is you can ask me. I promise it will be okay.” You took her little hand in yours and rubbed it. Her head was still looking down and she said “do you really love my daddy?” “Yes, sweetie I do. I love your daddy so very much. He makes me feel safe and happy, and I love you guys too. Just like you were my own.” You said trying to get her to look at you. Her beautiful little eyes met yours and she took your necklace in her hand a gave you a soft smile. “We love you too and I know daddy does cause he wants to marry you. He told Uncle Jared he wanted to.” You smiled at her and gave her a big hug. You hadn’t noticed Jensen come to the door, he was watching and listening to the interaction between you and his baby girl with a smile on his face. “I would love to marry your daddy sweet girl. That’s just something we would have to decide together.” You said looking at her wide smile. You looked up and saw Jensen with a smile. He couldn’t believe how fast his children were taking to you. You smiled softly and she climbed down. “Okay. See you later” she said with a grin on her face.

“Hey sweetheart” he said with a smile. “Hey babe” you said as you stood up. “You know how much I love you” he said while placing a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled and said “I’m starting to think you’re not the only one.” “Nope, definitely not.” He said popping the “p”. He grabbed your hand and led you out of the room and downstairs. Jared walked in just as you got downstairs. “Hey guys, I’m here to grab the rugrats. Gen has a fun day planned for all of them while y’all go shopping.” You gave Jared a hug and told him thank you for taking them so you could go shopping with Jensen. “Not a problem, we’re family. Now I expect something amazing for Christmas” he said nudging you. You both laughed. Jensen grabbed the kids’ coats and you helped them put them on. Hugs were exchanged and the kids climbed in Jared’s car.

You grabbed your coat and purse and Jensen was grabbing his coat and keys. “Ready to go, sweetheart” he asked as he opened the door. “Yep, let’s go” you said walking outside. The drive to town didn’t take too long. Jensen grabbed his hat and sunglasses and you chuckled. You knew it wouldn’t help too much, but it was cute he tried. You had a list of gift ideas for everyone you planned to get something for. It was a longer list this year but you were so excited. You still hadn’t decided what to get Jensen, but you had planned to figure it out this shopping trip. Maybe Gen had some ideas. Jensen was walking hand in hand with you as you walked into the store. As you both made your way through the store you started to notice the stares and whispers. “I think you’ve been spotted” you whispered to Jensen. He looked around and grinned. “Yeah I think so too” he said trying to not make eye contact. For a few minutes you both walked through the store picking out gifts for everyone on your list.

Just as you were about to head to check out a woman came up to Jensen. “Um, excuse me are you Jensen Ackles” she asked with a little tremble in her voice. “Yes ma’am I am” he said flashing her that killer smile. “Oh wow, um can I get a picture and maybe your autograph” she asked. “Of course you can.” Jensen said then smiled for the picture. Pretty soon there were so many people around him and he was so gracious. You stepped back trying to give him space. He made eye contact with you and smiled a smile that seemed to say “I’m sorry”. You smiled and nodded your head. You knew this came with being with him. It was hard, but you know how much he loves his fans.

Store security arrived to see what was going on and thank goodness they helped with the crowd. After about 20 minutes everyone had their pictures and autographs and you were ready to check out. Jensen walked over and pulled you into a hug. “I’m so sorry about that y/n. Usually it doesn’t snowball like that” he said placing a soft kiss to your lips. “It’s okay babe. I understand.” You said offering him a smile.

You headed to purchase your items and Jensen walked beside you. You felt his eyes on you and you turned to see him staring at you. “What” you asked with a shy smile. He smiled and said “nothing just looking at the most amazing, beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” You blushed and smiled. He always knew what to say to get you to blush and oh the butterflies that fill your body. You made your purchase and headed for the car. Jensen opened the trunk and helped you put the bags in. As he closed the trunk he put both of his arms on either side of you bracing you between the trunk and him. You looked up and he kissed you. No words were needed. The kiss said it all. He loved you and you loved him. What could possibly go wrong.

@kr804573

[wannaseewhatshangin]

Dallas Winston x insecure reader

You were never the type to wear makeup that much

But you were starting to have a feeling lately that you need to.

You did your makeup but you didn’t feel like it did anything.

You cried and cried, your mascara running down your cheeks

You felt a tap on your window, snapping you out of your pity party.

You open your window to see your best friend Dallas

“Woah! What’s wrong with you?” He said, referring to the messy makeup that you ruined while crying as he crawled into your room

That made you cry even more

“Y/n?…” he said, sitting next to you on your bed as your sobbed into your pillow

“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, moving your hair out of your face.

You sniffled

“Dallas. Am I pretty? Be honest.” You said, holding back tears, waiting for them to fall

He looked at you with the most confused expression you have ever seen him with.

“Where is all of this coming from? You have never cared about this before.” He said, scooting closer to you

“Dally. Just answer my question.” You said, on the verge of heartbreak.

He looked over onto your dresser, grabbing your makeup wipes, gently wiping away the makeup.

He looked at your lips, then bringing himself out of his trance before continuing to wipe away your makeup on your lips.

He put the wipes in the garbage can and scooter next to you, putting the blanket over you.

“Y/n..I know this wasn’t what you were expecting me to say..but..”

This scared you. Was he telling you that you were ugly? Was he saying he didn’t want to be your friend anymore? You can’t lose him. He’s your best friend.

“Y/n, you are the most beautiful, intelligent, sweetest person I have ever laid my eyes upon. And I don’t ever want you to think that you aren’t worth anything. Because you are worth all of my time.”

He paused, taking a breath, looking like he’s been bottling this up.

“You make me really happy and- y/n don’t you know that you give me butterflies when you’re around? You have the most beautiful eyes and smile that I have ever seen. So don’t..do this ever again.. you know..putting yourself down..”

You questioned what he meant. Maybe you were thinking of this in a different way.

“What are you getting at, Winston.”

“I’m telling you that I’m in love with you? Duh.” He said, with a ‘as a matter of fact’ tone.

You looked at him with the most shocked expression before jumping into his arms, hugging him.

“I love you too Dallas”

“I know, doll.” He said, trying not to show his smile.

[mads-weasley]

Hold My Hand: The Recovery: Part Two

Bradley Bradshaw x Pilot!Wife!Reader

Masterlist

Hold My Hand Masterlist

A/N: This can be read as a one-shot or a part of the series! Can we just talk about how hot this gif is? Like, come on.

Summary: (Y/n) isn't the only one having problems after the mission.

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of blood, death, slightly gory?

hen - your callsign

italics - nightmare

"Rooster!" a pained voice called through the snowy woods. He spun around, trying to find what direction the yell came from.

"Bradley, help me!"

He took off through the forest, sprinting towards the sound of his wife's cries. "I'm coming, baby! Hold on!"

(Y/n)'s voice seemed to get farther and farther away with each call, but Bradley pushed on, running for what seemed like miles. Stopping briefly, he yelled for her again. This time, there was no response.

"(Y/n)! Where are you?"

A new voice echoed through the forest and Bradley froze. It was Goose.

"You couldn't save her, son." the man paused. "You lost her just like you lost me."

"No," Rooster whispered, closing his eyes and covering his ears. "This isn't real. (Y/n)'s okay. I got to her in time."

Goose chuckled. "Did you?"

Opening his eyes, Bradley collapsed to his knees at the sight in front of him. There laid (y/n), covered in blood and dirt, pale as a ghost on the forest floor. Crawling over to her, he let out a gasp as he noticed the way her lifeless eyes were wide open, dried tearstains trailing from them.

"(Y/n) please no. No, no, no. Hen!" he cried, pulling her limp body into his arms, cradling her head in his hand. Burrowing his face into the crook of her neck, he finally broke, letting out a heartwrenching scream that ended with a sob. Bradley didn't even bother to wipe the tears streaming down his face as he gently laid his wife back down onto the snow.

He leaned over her, closing her eyes softly, unable to bear the sight of her pale eyes that were naturally filled with such fire.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I love you. So much."

Cupping her cold cheeks, he kissed her lips lightly, resting his forehead against hers. With a shuddering breath, he opened his eyes, only to be met by her cold, dead ones staring back st him.

Bradley's eyes shot open, out of breath as his heart thumped wildly in his chest. The dream reared its ugly head in his mind and he quickly turned to look for (y/n). Seeing her laying on her back next to him, snoring with her mouth wide open, he sighed in relief. Reaching out, he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling her breathing. Something about the rhythm of it eased the pilot's nerves.

Glancing over at her sleeping figure, her broken and bloody face flashed in his mind. Rooster ran a hand down his face, trying to shake the image from his mind. Tears threatened to fill his eyes, so he silently got up from bed and made his way to the bathroom.

Closing the door, he flicked on the light before placing his hands on the sink, leaning on it with his head down. His heart had finally stopped beating out of his chest, but he couldn't stop the nightmare from replaying in his mind. Splashing cold water on his face, he looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were slightly red and puffy with bags under them.

Sighing, he left the bathroom and slid back into bed beside (y/n), gently tucking her into his side. Even in her sleepy state, she laid an arm over his chest, nuzzling into him comfortably. Bradley did not sleep that night in fear that the gory vision of his dead wife might haunt his dreams once again.

The young aviator was beyond exhausted the next day at work. He was running on about 2 hours of sleep and his groggy demeanor didn't go unnoticed. (Y/n) repeatedly asked him if he was okay, but he just brushed it off as being stressed out, which wasn't entirely a lie.

Every time he looked at (y/n), he saw her cold, dead, figure laying in the snowy woods. Unable to bear this, he inadvertently avoided her all day. Worried for her husband, she mentioned Bradley's weird behavior to Maverick, who promised to talk to him.

By the end of the day, Mav had had enough. He cornered Bradley alone in the locker room.

"What is up with you today, Rooster?" he asked, crossing his arms. "Why are you ignoring (y/n)?"

Bradley placed his head in his hands. "I'm not trying to."

"Come on, Bradley. Why do you look so worse for wear today?"

"I can't sleep, Mav." he whispered, eyes glued to the ground. "Every time I do, I dream that I didn't find her alive in the woods that day. I find her corpse. It's killing me."

Pete took a seat next to Bradley on the bench, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I used to have nightmares, too. Bad ones...about your dad."

Raising his head, Rooster looked over to the older man. "How do I make them stop?"

"Well, you have to try and forgive yourself for it. In your case, there's nothing for you to feel guilty about, but I know you do anyways. From there, you just have to remind yourself that you did find (y/n) alive and that she is okay."

Before he could thank Mav, a knock at the door stole their attention. "Hey, Brad? You in there?" (y/n) asked.

Clearing his throat, he nodded at Pete, gathering his things from his locker. "Yeah, I'm coming. One sec, sweetheart."

As he walked through the door, he smiled at (y/n), who was still on crutches, and took her bag from her, kissing her cheek.

"Let's go home, baby."

Later that night, (y/n) was awoken by the whimpers of her husband next to her. She leaned up on her elbows, watching how his eyes were flicking back and forth behind his eyelids as he fidgeted under the sheets.

"No, please," he whispered, brows furrowing. "(Y/n)."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, shaking it lightly. "Baby, wake up. It's just a dream."

Having no luck, she cupped his cheeks, her heart breaking when she saw a tear leak out the corner of his eye.

"Bradley. Wake up. You're dreaming."

He suddenly shot up next to her, chest heaving. She quickly sat up too, flipping on the lamp on their nightstand.

"It's okay. You're okay. Deep breaths," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing his back lovingly.

After a few minutes like this, he turned and pulled her into a hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"I'm here whenever you want to talk about it, baby." she cooed.

"I-I-you were gone. I found you and you were dead. I didn't-I thought you were really gone, (y/n/n)."

Her own eyes filled with tears at her husband's confession. "I'm right here. You saved me, Roos. You did. I'm here thanks to you. Remember that. I'm not going anywhere." she paused, moving his hand to cover her heart. "Feel this?"

The pilot leaned back to get a full view of her face and nodded, using his free hand to wipe away the remaining tears that spilled down his cheeks. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat calmed him, ensuring his mind that she really was okay.

"Come here," (y/n) whispered, laying down beside him. "I love you."

Bradley laid his head on her chest, wrapping his arms around her smaller frame, murmuring, "I love you, too," into her chest. Continuing to rub his back, she leaned down and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, reassuring him she wasn't going anywhere. The thump of her heartbeat slowly lulled him to sleep, and for the first time in a few days, he wasn't scared of what awaited him.

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