#daddy's got a gun/baby better run

[the-fandom-qu33n]

I drew a basic overall design for the reader in my book!

My style

Traditional color undertale

And confrontation for battle mode

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

what if I make a father-daughter duo residences based on the songs Hayloft and Hayloft ll

[wandanatsgf]

I Can Fix Her (No Really I Can)

Pairing: Mob!Natasha x Reader

Word Count: 1568

Summary: Your girlfriend catches you talking about how soft she has gotten in front of her gang members. She has a reputation to protect, so she’s determined to prove you wrong

Warnings: this contains daddy kink, gun play, strap usage (r receiving), praise, degradation, blowjob, boot humping, boot licking, slapping

Natasha is sitting in a chair opposite you in her home office, a cigarette in one hand and a gun in the other. Despite her being a notorious mob boss, you know she wouldn’t actually hurt you with the gun. It’s merely to show off her power over you, reminding you how dangerous she is.

She brings the cigarette to her mouth, inhaling deeply. She breathes out and the smoke billows out her mouth.

The tension of the room is palpable. She’s seething. Most wouldn’t notice because of how well she can conceal her emotions, but you know her too well.

“You really think that was a smart idea honey?” She asks, referencing your actions from earlier.

You had been talking to some members of Natasha’s gang. They had been discussing how much nicer Natasha had been since she got with you. How you seemed to change her for the better. You had agreed with them, urging the conversation on. Unfortunately Natasha had heard the conversation and quickly put a stop to it, pulling you to her office afterwards. And here you are now, receiving a punishment.

“Come here,” she commands. You had been standing by the door, but now you’re making your way over to the chair Natasha is sitting in.

“Straddle me baby.” Natasha stamps out the cigarette and tosses it in the ashtray on the table beside her. You sit down in her lap, the hand that once held the cigarette now holds your waist.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy?”

The word yes softly slips through your lips. Once you had uttered the words, Natasha’s hand moved from your waist to your hair. Her fingers tangle themselves up in it.

“So what is it you were saying earlier baby? You think I’m soft?” The hand that has been in your hair slaps your face, leaving a bright red handprint. She slaps you again and again, until you feel a tear running down your cheek. The rough action turns you on, making you want more. But she retangles her hand in your hair, as if it had never left your hair in the first place.

She moves her other hand, the one with the gun, up to your cheek. She brushes the gun against your face, the action making you hitch your breath.

“Still think you can fix me baby? You think you can tame me? Make me a good person?” Her words are taunting. They’re a stark reminder of the precarious position you have put yourself in.

Her gun drags down the side of your face, and further down until she positions it under your chin. A soft whimper involuntarily comes out your mouth.

“What is it baby? You want daddy to pull the trigger?”

“No daddy.” Your body shakes, despite knowing you’re safe with her. But the feeling of the cold steel against your skin still sends a shock through your body.

“Then be a good girl and let daddy use you.” She tosses the gun on the table next to her and untangles her hand from your hair. She rips off your top and bra, leaving your chest exposed to her. Her lips attach themselves to your chest, sucking and biting, adding more marks to your ever growing collection.

She marks you up, as if she were an animal marking her territory. The bites sting, but it sends heat straight to your core, making you needier for Natasha. You try to grind your hips on her thigh, desperate to relieve the growing pressure. But Natasha stops you before you can feel much pleasure.

“You’re acting like a needy little slut, trying to get off on my thigh. You like daddy marking you up? Letting everyone see how much you get off on the pain?”

“Yes daddy I love it please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what you’re begging for. You don’t know if you’re begging for her to touch you more or hurt you more. All you know is that you want her in whatever way she will take you.

“Such a good little slut for daddy,” she says. She stands you up and slips your shirts and underwear off. She pushes you down to your knees and slips her strap on out of her business suit.

“Suck,” is all she says. You get to work, eagerly sucking on your girlfriends strap. Your head bobs up and down, your spit sliding down the strap and pooling in Natasha’s lap.

You try to slip one of your hands down to play with your pussy, but Natasha notices and pushes your hand away with her boot.

She slips her foot in between your thighs, the end of her boot roughly rubbing against your needy clit.

“Fuck my boot baby. Since you wanted to touch yourself and get off, you can get off on my boot like a little whore.”

You grind yourself down on her boot, the leather becoming slick and wet the longer you grind. The black boot quickly becomes darker.

You continue to suck on her strap, occasionally choking when you take it too deep. Your moans start becoming louder and louder the closer you get.

“You gonna cum baby? You getting all worked up fucking daddy’s boot?”

You nod your head yes around her strap, begging her with your eyes to let you cum. She pushes your face off of her strap, looking you in the eyes as she talks.

“Be a good girl and cum on my boot baby.” The second those words leave her mouth you’re cumming, drenching her boot in your juices.

“That’s a good girl,” she says. She pushes your face down.

“Clean my boot baby. You got it dirty so you gotta clean up.”

You lean down and tentatively lick her boot. It tastes like your pussy but slightly earthier from the leather of her boot. You keep licking, cleaning up the juice you had gotten all over her.

You look up so you can look at Natasha and you see her touching herself. The sight of you licking her boot clearly sends your lover into overdrive.

“You’re doing so good baby,” she praises. The praise makes you needy for her all over again. Her fingers rub her own clit, teasing herself.

“Come here,” she says pulling you up. You can feel a wetness on one hip, having gotten on you from Natasha’s hand. Natasha allows you to take her hand and put it in your mouth, sucking it clean. She pulls her fingers out of your mouth, her hand placing itself on your waist. Her strap lays in between you two, the tip nudging your core.

“You want daddy to fuck you?” Natasha grabs her strap and runs the tip of it along your pussy, making you moan.

“Please daddy fuck me.”

Without any words Natasha pulls you into her strap in one fluid motion. You scream out, the feeling of her entering you is a delicious burn.

She fucks herself up into you, thrusting in and out. One hand is on your waist the other tangled in your hair. She eyes all of the marks she has left on you, some from today and others from a few days ago. They turn your skin shades of red, purple, blue, and green.

“You look so pretty with my marks all over you baby.” Her voice is breathy as she speaks, a result of her putting all of her energy into her movements. The more she moves the closer and closer she pushes you to the edge.

“Daddy please,” you beg.

“You want to cum again baby?”

“Please please daddy,” you cry out, just so desperate to cum.

“Cum baby. Cum for daddy.” You cum all over her strap, soaking the two of you in your juices.

As you cum down from your high, Natasha holds you, gently petting your hair. Your body falls against hers, too tired to hold yourself up.

“I love you but no more talking about me going soft.” Her words sound teasing, but you know she means it. “You know I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

“Ok Natty,” you say against her chest. She softly kisses the top of your head.

“Now let’s get you to bed sweet girl.” She gently slides the strap out of you and tosses it off. Then picks you up, walking the two of you out of her office and to the bedroom across the hall. She opens the door and gently sets your naked body down on the bed.

“You wanna wear this baby?” She asks, holding up on of her old oversized t-shirts. You nod yes and Natasha slips it over your head. The black shirt is comfy and smells just like her. She ticks you into bed and then climbs in behind you, holding you from behind.

“I wasn’t too rough was I?” She gently whispers, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

“No you were perfect Natty,” you say, turning around to give her a kiss. “I love you so much Nat.”

“I love you too baby. Now rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You curl into her and exhaustion overtakes you. Her warm embrace lulls you to sleep and you quickly fall asleep against your lover. And true to her words she was there when you woke up, pampering you and showering you with love.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

The monsters gone, he’s on the run and your daddy’s here…

BEAUTIFUL BOY REFERENCE YAHHH

, so here’s EVEN MORE cowboy!dad!jj

“I mean- could you really see JJ being a dad?” Kiara asked you one day at a rodeo. You and him had gone and ran into Kiara. He sat down, chatting and laughing with his friends as he sat back, sipping on a beer.

“I can.” You said sincerely, looking back at him. He glanced up at you, smiling behind his beer bottle before looking back to his friends

JJ had turned out to be a better dad than you expected.

when she was six, she had some into your shared room, shouting and crying about a monster under her bed.

“Baby, there ain’t no monster.” You told her, tucking her into your side.

“You want daddy to go check?” He asked her gruffly, he was exhausted and tired, and wanted nothing more to lay down. But he offered and she nodded feverishly.

“Thank you.” You sighed, looking at him with a smile as he left. He just gave you a nod, following her into her room.

He sighed as he got on the floor, moving his head to look underneath the bed.

“Oh, I see it.” He said to her, she shrieked and ran into the other room again. He stood back up with a small smile and shook his head, going into the room where she stood.

“Daddy, daddy, did ya get ‘em?!” She asked, her accent sounding just like JJs.

“Yup. I have officially gotten rid of all the monsters in the house. See, your daddy’s an expert at monster trapping.” He told her, watching her expression change into one of shock.

“Wow! Really?”

“Yup. Now get back to bed.” He pointed out the door, she hugged his legs and thanked him, telling you both goodnight and running into her room again.

And even when she was older, when she had her heart broken by some boy. She sat in her room, sobbing the whole night. JJ had just gotten home, watching you rub her arm up and down, letting her cry on your shoulder.

He furrowed his eyebrows, taking his hat off and putting it onto the desk she had, entering the room.

“What’s wrong, ladybug?” He asked, concerned.

“J- Josh, he broke up wit’ me this morning. Said I was too sensitive-“ she stuttered out, you frowning and patting her head again.

“Oh, that fucker- where’s my damn gun?”

She laughed at his reaction, you smiled at her laugh. She wiped away her tears and sniffled. He smiled as well, sitting down with you both.

“He was ugly anyways.” JJ shrugged, but opened his arms up to hug her. “‘Nd he ain’t even know how to ride. Or shoot! You been doin’ both since you were 8!”

She laughed again, her father always having a way to make anyone laugh.

Kiara was wrong when she said that JJ wouldn’t make a good dad, because he was the best at it.

[avatar-anna]

"Hey, Y/n!"

What's up, Y/n?"

Harry heard the soft lilt of his girlfriend's voice as she responded to his co-workers before making her way through the parlor to his workroom. He listened as Y/n shuffled inside, the door shutting with a soft click behind her. She set her things down on the ground before sitting in the stool opposite him. Looking up briefly from the report he was reading, he smiled, beckoning her over with one hand. Not needing to be told once let alone twice, Y/n made herself comfortable on Harry's lap, leaning against his chest with her eyes closed while he finished up.

"Hey, bunny. How was rehearsal?"

"Okay, I guess," she murmured, and Harry paused again to kiss her exposed neck. The tight bun her hair was knotted in tickled his nose, but he was used to it. "The full run-through wasn't a complete disaster."

"That's good," Harry said, squeezing her thigh. "I bet you nailed your variation."

Y/n briefly lifted her head so her gaze met his, an amused glint in her eye. "Variation, huh?"

Harry took the opportunity to kiss the tip of her nose. "Don't act like I don't listen."

Grinning, she settled back down. "Are you almost finished?"

Taking his reading glasses off, he ran a tired hand over his face. He probably should've called it a night. It wasn't his turn to close the shop, and he didn't have anymore appointments. It was a night they both planned for, had both marked their calendars in the hopes of spending an uninterrupted evening alone. And even though he wanted nothing more than to haul Y/n upstairs to his apartment, he always had a tough time wrapping up his work day.

"I will be soon. Promise," he said. "You can go up and take a bath, unwind, do whatever you need to do."

Y/n, who had been patiently awaiting his answer, turned in his lap. She ran her hands up and down Harry's shoulders as she nudged his cheek with her nose before kissing it, then kissed her way down to his neck. The paper he'd been holding nearly fell to the floor when she grazed her teeth along a particularly sensitive spot, chills curling up his spine as he gripped her waist with one hand.

"What if I want to unwind with you, daddy?"

Harry's eyes squeezed shut, a thick swallow passing down his throat. Y/n must've had a harder time at rehearsals than she let on if she was being like this so openly. The door was closed, and she'd mumbled in his ear so that no one else could've possibly heard what she said, but she rarely spoke like that when they were alone unless he coaxed it out of her.

"Yeah? You need to be taken care of tonight?" he asked. Part of him didn't want to, but he pulled Y/n from where she was undoubtedly sucking a hickey onto his skin. Not that it could easily be seen under all the ink there, but it was the thought, the sensation, that counted. "You feeling like you need to be babied a little?"

Y/n blushed, embarrassed by his words, but perhaps by the way they made her feel too. How right they were. She did want to be taken care of tonight. She didn't want to think about a single thing except him, consume him using all five of her senses. Still, she shrugged and nodded only once, not meeting Harry's eyes.

"Oh, come on. You can do better than that, can't you?"

Harry's voice lightly teased, a smile creeping up the corners of his mouth.

He never thought he'd be so lucky as to have this woman in his lap, eager to get lost in the feeling of him, to be taken care of by him. When they met, she'd barely said two words at all, let alone to him, having followed her friend into the tattoo parlor while she got inked by Harry. Y/n stood in the corner of Harry's workroom the whole time, an earbud in one ear, hardly paying attention to the fact that the only thing keeping him from looking at her for long periods of time was the tattoo gun in his hands and her friend in the chair beneath him.

It was her solo music, he later discovered. Y/n was always listening to her performance music when opening night was mere days away. And she ran the number in her head too, delicately moving her hands about, eyes staring upwards at nothing while she moved through the variation in her mind. According to her, she never realized she did it until Harry pointed it out.

He'd immediately been taken by Y/n. She'd been quiet that day in the tattoo parlor, but not shy. Y/n had seemed to hold herself with a certain poise that had felt alien in his workroom. There was no judgement, no upturned nose at the parlor or the people decked out head to toe in tattoos in it. She'd sniffed a little at Harry's attempts at flirty jokes and outright refused when he asked her on a date, but he wasn't deterred.

Harry had been vaguely aware of the ballet company a few blocks from the tattoo parlor and made sure to be there on opening night with the biggest bouquet of flowers he could afford. Y/n, who had spotted his ink covered hands and neck, his tattered jean jacket and ripped jeans, among the throngs of suits and ties and gowns, could only deny the flutter in her belly at the fact that he'd come to see her perform.

The rest was history.

Y/n leaned forward now, as if to kiss Harry, but he haltingly placed a finger on her lips. He merely raised a brow, but her shoulders slumped.

"Please, daddy? I've had the longest day. I just want you to help me stretch and maybe rub my shoulders."

And brush her hair, and feed her snacks in bed, and heat up her socks in the dryer so that they were nice and warm when she put them on. Y/n expected the royal treatment, but only because Harry had given her no reason to believe she didn't deserve it. From the moment she agreed to a date with him, he worshipped the ground she walked on, and after seeing how exhausted ballet rehearsals made her, he only wanted to see her perfectly happy and relaxed around him.

"Five more minutes, I promise," Harry said, kissing her pouted lips briefly.

"Two."

Harry raised his brows. "Five."

"Three."

"Four, and that's my final offer."

Y/n nodded, her hand reaching up to smoothe the curls that had fallen in Harry's eyes away from his face. She loved playing with his hair, he'd learned. So much so that he almost wanted to grow it out, just to see her reaction.

Harry made good on his promise, finishing up his final tasks quickly and packing away his things. He made a note to put in an order for more ink and sanitation supplies before leading Y/n out of the workroom and locking up after them. He shouldered her bag, nodding to his mates at their workstations before retiring upstairs to his apartment. The sound of loud music and the whirring of tattoo guns were left below, a calm sort of quiet settling over him and Y/n.

He was hers the rest of the night. Harry sat behind Y/n in his bathtub that was just big enough for the two of them, kissing her and letting her run her hands all over him however she saw fit. He was a little surprised she had so much energy after rehearsal, but he wasn't about to complain. Every kiss was a reward of its own after their respective long days. And when she opened her legs a little wider, a clear invitation, he didn't hesitate.

Later, when they were both bathed and ready for bed, Y/n sat on the floor of Harry's bedroom, her legs spread apart as she leaned forward. She'd claimed she needed his help earlier but had yet to ask, though he figured a massage at the end of her stretches would do the trick.

"How is everything down there?" she asked.

She didn't have to say anything more for him to understand what she meant. "Good. Could be better."

"It looked busy when I came in," Y/n said, changing positions.

"Yeah, but last night was nearly dead," Harry admitted. "I just don't know how to keep it consistent."

"I'm sorry if I pulled you away from work."

"You didn't," Harry promised. "But I have thought about extending my hours so I can see more clients. Not until after your opening night, though."

Finally standing up, Y/n padded over to where Harry laid on the bed. Riding up on the bed, he patted the spot in front of him, encouraging her to sit. She did, the tension in her body leaving on a long exhale as he began to knead the tight muscles in her shoulders. Neither of them spoke, both of them content to sit in silence after a long day's work. Both Harry and Y/n tried to leave work outside of the bedroom for both of their sakes, unless Harry begged Y/n to show him some of what she'd worked on in rehearsals. They agreed earlier on that balance was key. Even though their careers were beyond different, they were both time consuming. Nights together in their bedroom was just for them, nothing else.

When she felt thoroughly relaxed, Y/n slid into bed next to Harry, her arm slipping over his stomach as she pressed herself against his side. The smell of his soap mingled with the shampoo she kept in his shower for overnight stays was nearly dizzying. Harry had always been enamored by the smell of Y/n's perfume, but when she started staying over, and their natural scents began to mix together, he could hardly think straight. He was so gone for this girl, and he didn't think she even realized it.

"You don't think you're spreading yourself too thin? I know money's tight, but I still want you to do your job because it makes you happy, not because you feel like you have to to make ends meet."

Harry never considered the logistics of running his own tattoo parlor, it was never what he'd set out to do. Sure, he loved tattooing, and when his old boss felt it was time to retire, Harry didn't hesitate to accept the offer of running things for him. He felt like he had ideas and experience, a clientele that was sustainable and a well-enough known name to get by. But now there was payroll, and bills, and inventory, and bookkeeping. His old boss had stayed on for a few months until Harry got the hang of things, and he supposed he was decent at running the tattoo parlor, but now he was more of a manager than an artist, and that was something he foolishly hadn't anticipated.

"I'll be okay."

"You promise? You'd tell me if you weren't happy, right? Because I can start babysitting again—"

Harry interrupted Y/n with a kiss, effectively cutting that thought at the knees. "Absolutely not. You're supposed to focus on ballet and nothing else."

Y/n frowned, quite familiar with this argument. She appreciated his dedication to her career and his desire to want her to succeed, but his work mattered to her just as much.

"But if we eventually want a bigger place—"

"We'll get there."

"I just don't want you to be the only one making sacrifices, H."

Running a hand through her damp hair, he said, "No one is sacrificing anything, okay? We're gonna make this work. We always do."

Y/n looked disbelieving at first, but she eventually cupped his cheek, her thumb rubbing back and forth over him gently. From the moment they met, Harry had been so selfless, and he made it increasingly difficult to return the favor. She loved him for it, but it made her want to shake him all the same sometimes. "You're really fine with extending your hours?"

"Here and there," Harry promised. "For more appointment time, not the business stuff."

"Fine," Y/n relented. "But I'm asking my instructor if she needs help teaching classes."

Harry could tell her mind was made up, and she was just as stubborn as he could be. He nodded, letting the topic go for now, but he knew they'd circle back to it in a few days, maybe a week. Right now, it was time to leave work behind them. They'd already talked about it more than they normally let themselves.

Y/n obviously felt the same, the hand on his cheek traveling down his neck and over his shoulder, tracing the ink that littered his skin as she kissed the corner of his mouth. "No more talking about extra shifts," she murmured. She sucked on the silver hoop pierced through Harry's lip, tugging on it slightly until his mouth devoured hers in a kiss that made them both sigh audibly. Y/n's hand kept moving, sneaking past the waistband of his sweatpants and beneath his briefs, dull nails scratching at sensitive skin until he groaned.

"How do you want me tonight, daddy?" she murmured when Harry finally stopped sucking her bottom lip.

"However you want, bunny. It's up to you."

It was almost always up to Y/n. Harry would never do something if Y/n wasn't one hundred percent okay with it, but she liked to ask, and he liked to let her, if only to hear her call him that name.

Harry's own hands explored, slipping under Y/n's sweats and gripping her slender waist, kneading the powerful muscles in her legs, tucking a finger or two in the juncture between her thighs, but not quite where she wanted to feel them. She whined, but he wouldn't give in until she told him precisely what she wanted, though it was hard for her to talk when his other hand circled her breast and he kept pulling kiss after kiss from her rosy lips. That was his intent—to tease, to make it nearly impossible to tell him what she wanted until she got all huffy and just took it from him. Y/n was so cute when she took matters into her own hands. And sexy, beyond sexy.

"Your dick, please."

"Where? In your mouth? Ow!" he said, yelping when she pinched the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "Geez, alright, I'll give you what you want. Wait while I grab a condom, will you?"

Y/n made herself comfortable on the bed while Harry rooted around in his nightstand for a condom. He made a mental note to add a new pack to his grocery list as he found one after pushing things around a little too long.

"You think you're ready?" he asked her as he slid the condom on.

Y/n nodded. "Always."

Laughing a little, Harry made himself comfortable between her spread thighs. He kissed her jaw, then the spot behind her ear as he eased himself inside, careful not to go too fast. Y/n had other plans, though, gripping his ass impatiently to move him along. "Who's doing all the work here?" he asked her mockingly, though he still picked up the pace a little.

"I'd do it if you let me," she huffed, but not before arching her back.

Noting the challenge in her voice, Harry deftly flipped them over. Raising his brows, he rested his hands behind his head. "Go on, then."

He didn't expect her to, but Y/n began to move, a stubborn furrow in her brow, though it eventually faded to something more blissed out and relaxed. Harry kept his hands at her waist, gripping them tightly and resisting the urge to thrust upwards. Because she was right, of course. Harry couldn't help but take things into his own hands—set the pace, position her where he knew she felt the best, determining how and when they both finished. Y/n was usually more than happy with the dynamic, but she seemed perfectly pleased with herself as she rode him too.

"Go on, daddy. Know you want to," she exhaled, tightly gripping his shoulders. "Please?"

Both of them were lovingly predictable, but neither of them minded. Y/n laid herself across his chest while Harry began to thrust into her, hard enough that her eyes squeezed shut and began to mumble incoherently. Harry whispered in her ear how good she felt around him, how greedy she was for wanting to come again after doing so twice in the bathtub but that he loved her for it, how he knew she was close just by the sounds she made. All of it went to her head and the pulsing in her thighs, making it hard to think about anything but how he made her feel, and he teased her for that too.

"What happened to that mouth of yours, hm? Where'd you go? My cock too big for you to think properly?"

Harry was hardly one to talk. Sometimes she squeezed around him so hard his vision went blissfully white, but he wasn't the one who got off being teased about it.

"M—More," was all Y/n could manage before she ducked her head into the crook of his neck, sucking love bite after love bite in quick succession.

They finished in a heap of sweaty and tangled limbs. Harry breathed heavily as he brushed a hand through Y/n's hair, pulling a few strands away from her cheek. She rested on his chest, making no attempts to move. Harry knew she could fall asleep like this, so he nudged her shoulder to keep her from doing so.

"Hey you," he cooed. "We need to get cleaned up, then we can go to sleep."

Y/n shook her head as best she could while laying on his chest. "Could stay like this forever. Like feeling full."

Harry's face flushed as he kissed her temple. "I'm flattered, but we should still clean up."

"One of these days I'm going to convince you," she grumbled, sliding off him with a huff.

Chuckling, Harry said, "What? Falling asleep with my cock in you? I'd be happy to one day, bunny, but the last thing we need is a baby scare."

Grumbling, Y/n sat up and shrugged back into her shirt. She knew he had a point, but her brain was still a little fuzzy and it clouded her judgement. She wasn't on any birth control, having not liked the way it changed her so much—the mood swings, the weight gain, the lethargy. Not only did it affect her day to day life, but it affected her dancing. It was a choice she made when she was in her last years of ballet school, and thankfully Harry had been understanding when she told him.

Slipping off the bed, Harry quickly disposed of the condom and examined himself in the mirror. Even through the tattoos that covered nearly every inch of his upper body, could see the faint red marks and cute little bruises, that littered his skin. It was the same every time, but something about seeing it left Harry feeling very pleased.

When he reentered his bedroom, Y/n was nearly asleep, one long leg half thrown over his side of the bed. He shook his head to himself before maneuvering around his girlfriend. She was the most graceful person Harry had ever met, but when she slept—or when she was half asleep, in this case—she was about as immovable as a large rock.

"Move over, bunny."

"Hm."

Rolling his eyes, Harry carefully lifted Y/n's leg, ignoring her groans of protest until she was settled back against him. She sighed deeply, then pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Night."

The last thing Harry felt was amusement as he settled deeper into the pillows. "Night, baby," he mumbled, kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes.

[miley1442111]

Promises- a.donaldson

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a/n: intended for fem! reader but as usual, imagine what you like :))) Tashi isn’t hurt in this universe

art and you have three kids, Daniel, Tiana, and Harry

summary: a quiet moment in your life with art

pairing: husband/ father art donaldson x wife/ mother reader

warnings: fluff, reader is a mom, suggestive at the end :)

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He sat beside you on the couch, braiding your daughter's hair while humming along to ‘Tangled’ which was playing in the background.

“You ok Momma?” Daniel, your son smiled at you as he sat between your legs, eyes focused on your face. Art faced you with a concerned look that turned into a grin. He would never get used to how beautiful you looked, especially when taking care of his and your children.

“All good baby,” you smiled at your son, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Getting tired yet?” You yawned and he shook his head. “Alright, just a little longer, then bedtime.”

“Are you guys excited to see daddy play tomorrow?” Art asked and all three of your children responded with whoops of excitement. “Are you all excited to see mommy play tomorrow?” Was met with even louder shouting.

You laughed at his antics and squeezed his bicep as you giggled.

“Mommy!” Tiana, your eldest daughter called for you, showing off her hair. “Did daddy do a good job?”

You looked at the perfectly-done braid and wondered how Art had gotten better than you. “It’s amazing darling,” You smiled.

“Now, bedtime?” Art offered and was met with groans and grumbles of ‘more time!’ and ‘I’m not tired!’. He groaned and looked at you. You smiled back and pressed a kiss to the hand he had draped over your shoulder.

“Come on, dad will sing you all a song before you go to sleep, how does that sound?” You offered and all the kids got up, running to their bedrooms without hesitation. Art groaned into the pillow beside him as you stood up, folding up the blanket you had been using before putting it back. Your children loved his voice yet he only sang when you asked him to.

“I have to sing?” He asked, getting up and hugging you from behind.

“Do you want them to go to sleep at a reasonable time?” You chuckled as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

“How do you feel about tomorrow?” He asked and you tensed. Tomorrow. You were going up against Tashi.

“Awful,” you tried to make it off as a joke but he could tell you were struggling with the thought of losing.

“You’ll be amazing, and even if you don’t win, it’ll all be ok,” he promised. “I’ll love you the same. The kids will love you the same. Tennis does not define you.”

Your heart swelled. He could see right through you sometimes (all the time) and he always knew exactly what to say.

“I’ll still fuck you after it too,” he smirked and you hit his hand away, chuckling at his horrible joke.

“Dad! We’re waiting!” Daniel shouted from his room. Art chuckled and rolled his eyes, kissing your cheek.

“You’re in demand,” you joked and he flipped you the bird. You chuckled and followed him into your children’s rooms one by one, listening to your husband sing softly to your children.

You loved your life.

Oh, and you won the match.

And Art did fuck you after it.

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navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games :)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Buddy Daddies x Delinquent Teen Reader (1)

You’re home was on the streets 

Practically abandoned by your parents, you relied on one of the local gangs for your family

Working to join them for some semblance of protection against the world

And as it would happen it helped 

Despite your teachers and guardian-having friends warning otherwise

Thanks to them you were eating

A far cry from what you were left to before

But past aside your doing well 

Gaining experience and becoming more of an asset to the gang before your saddled with an unlikely obstacle

“Hi there! My name’s Miri, what’s your name?”

Suddenly this bubbly smiley kid is following you around

Somehow finding you in dark alleyways and shadows of buildings 

This kid just won’t leave you alone 

No matter how much you reprimand, sneer, or blatantly insult this kid 

“Kid! Didn’t I tell you to kick rocks? Now if you don’t leave I’ll steal your shoes.”

“W-what, don’t take my shoes my papas got them for me!”

“Then. Leave. Me. Alone.”

she just won’t leave you alone and it all comes to a head when she approaches you when your with your friends

“Well well look at this little tyke!”

“Oh my gosh, they're so small! (Y/n) I didn’t know you had a baby sister!”

“I don’t.”

“Yeah! My name’s Miri.”

And despite your protests they all invite pressure Miri to join you all on a…midnight stroll

Along a train track

It goes as expected and your crew successfully go along the train track until you hear the dreaded sound of the train

And as it would have it Miri’s shoes get caught

“Is everyone off the tracks?”

“Whooo that was close!”

“Where’s Miri?”

Your group resigns to stand by and watch horrified as she struggles with the track and the oncoming train approaches 

Way too close to the train you’re able to yank Miri from the tracks narrowly missing the train hurling by

“Whoa that was clo–”

“See what happens?”

“What? What are you talk–”

“See what happens when you hang around me?!”

“W-what but I love be–”

“You! Almost died! Can’t you see?! You don’t belong here so GO! Go home before you really get hurt.”

She goes home that day with tears in her eyes

While you wordlessly turn back to your group to head back to base

hoping that you don’t see her ever again

For awhile you don’t and things are back to normal

And while you’re spray painting the gang’s sign on a wall a burly woman knocks you to the ground

“Hey watch it, punk!”

“You wanna go pipsqueak!”

Apparently she was from a rival gang, looking to contest this area

Sending a quick call to your team, you prepare to fight this lady 

Narrowly ducking her first punch 

You throw your own 

Standing victorious as she buckles 

But you too would fall to your knees

after a whopping hit in the back of your head

It was an ambush 

And easily you found yourself at their mercy 

Only being released when you hear the separate thuds and the released grip from your arms

“What the–ooomf!”

Your original attacker is silenced by a guy with blonde hair 

Who punches them into a headlock before pulling a gun with silencer

“H-hey-”

Before you could stop him he pulled the trigger, nonchalantly reaching to the sky in a stretch

“Ah man after so long it seems I’ve still got it!” 

You shakily stand holding your arm that stings in pain

You try to limp away while he continues flexing 

But he notices

“Ah ah! (Y/n) don’t run away!”

You sneered, “How do you know my name?”

“Uh…not important. But look, you need to come home with me! Miri misses-”

“Ugh are you Miri’s daddy or something?”

“Papa actually–” “Look old man, what I said to your kid is true. She needs to stay far away from me and you know what? Maybe you should try watching her better.”

“We did. And we were.”

The tired voice was right above you 

Close enough to your back that you could now register the warmth teeming off them

You jump, despite the pain you back away against the brick wall

The man that spoke had black hair pulled back to reveal a pale guy with a grave look on his face

“Ah-! What he means is: we’ve been watching after you and Mirin. And we’ve decided that we’re going to be the papas you need!”

“What?!”

“Ahem we’ve decided–” “You're coming with us.”

“What?! Huh?!”

“Rei! You can’t just say that they're not going to understand!” 

“They’ll understand better when we get them home.”

“No no but there’s a method for these things and with someone of their age–”

The blonde kept talking to the one identified as Rei seemingly dividing their attention

You took the chance to limp as far as you could away reaching into your pocket to retrieve your last line of defense

“That’s enough of that.”

In a flash of black your pocket knife was out of your hand

Briefly squealing in pain at the pressure point being hit near your neck

Slumping into Rei’s arms he moved to cradle you rolling his eyes at Kazuki’s musings

“Rei!? They obviously weren’t ready!”

“They would’ve never been ready.”

“But we did the whole save-them-be-the-saviors-routine!” 

“Does it really matter now that we have them?”

“...Mmmm….Mmmmm!...I still would’ve preferred my way.”

The sounds of tires screeching and the sound of modded engines coming to halt

Had them both perking up

“Oh! Those bad influences actually came!”

“That was unexpected. The broken brakes should have kept them busy.”

“Now here’s the question: do we handle them now or later?”

“Did you throw your back out yet?”

“Hah! Not yet, yours?”

“...”

“Then I say we give ‘em a show!”

When you next awake 

You’re in a well furnished room

All patched up and nursing a sling for your arm

Immediately you get up finding yourself at the top of the stairs before you spotted them

“Hiii (Y/n)!!!” “Ah, good morning (Y/n) did you sleep well?”

There words don’t reach you as you register the blonde man from before and the little girl who’d been following you around

Why were they acting so calm?

They kidnapped you!

And the little girl was in on it too?

“Welp, we're heading out for preschool.”

 “Yup bye (Y/n) later I can’t wait to cele–mmmf!”

The blonde’s hand goes over her mouth sending her to get her shoes before waving to you

“I’ll be back soon! Breakfast is on the counter!” 

Not long after they disappeared from sight you heard the slam of the door

Good now you can–

“Going to have breakfeast?”

Once again that voice rang from behind you

Turning to see the same man with the grave face but this time with scruffier-relaxed look to him

His eyes were still intense and they held you in place all the way to the kitchen 

While eating some regretfully delicious french toast with Rei watching diligently 

Guess this was your life now…the newest unwilling addition to the family

[shawtuzi]

i’m having thee worst plug!eren brainrot rn so here’s some random hc’s for himmm

mdni///cw include: black coded reader, SMUT, a whole lotta tooth rotting fluff, drug usage, major gun kink, talks of mommy and daddy issues, some grisha slander heh, not proofread so there may be some spelling mistakes :((

♡ so it’s goes without saying he is one of those ppl that has no idea what to do when someone’s crying in front of him. he grew up in a household where if he was ever caught crying he’d be told to suck it up and act like a man :(( so it’s very hard for him to find the right words to say or do the right actions when comforting someone. on the bright side he has gotten better at it since he’s met you.

♡ the first time you cried in front of him was when you made the horrible decision to show him the movie ‘my sisters keeper’ and you were an absolute mess by the time the credits rolled. “are you….are you crying?” he asked absolutely flabbergasted that you were crying, sure the movie was sad but was it really that sad?? (yes it is). “of c-course im sad *hiccup* did you not watch any of the damn movie?” you sniffled crossing your arms over you chest. instead of talking about it any further eren just pulled you onto his lap and tucked your face in his neck muttering out a ‘whatever you say weirdo.’ after witnessing many moments like that he’s wayyy better at handling your lil emotional self.

♡ he’s surprisingly a natural with kids!!! one of his homeboys has a three year old daughter who is absolutely too precious for her own good and every time eren sees her he can’t help but turn into a pile of mush. he doesn’t do the whole baby talk thing though he’ll talk to that little girl like she’s one of the homies much to your dismay. one time he bought her a barbie car as a present and the gesture was adorable a first until he opened his damn mouth, “and if any of those kids at the park mess with you just run them over with this and they’ll leave you alone okay? listen to your uncle eren he knows his shit.” that earned him a smack upside the head from you and an exhausted head shake from his homeboy. he rlly is too much.

♡ seeing you with his homies daughter also ignited something in him he’s never ever felt before. eren could never see himself as a dad, maybe the cool uncle but nothing more than that. but goddamn seeing you handle kids makes him wanna buy a big ass house and give you as many kids as you’ll let him—hence his raging breeding kink that appears from time to time. you always wondered why he got so riled up every time he saw you with his friends daughter and then it all started to make sense one night when he was fucking you like a madman and kept moaning n panting about how pretty you’d look carrying his kids. you both came to an agreement that kids were off the table for a while but it didn’t make it any less fun when he stuffed you full of his cum until he was basically shooting blanks.

♡ “g-goddamn fuck y/n,” eren groaned into your ear, emptying his fourth load into your aching pussy. you were absolutely spent—nothing but a babbling, brain dead mess. you thought eren would’ve been too tired as well, but when he pulled his face outta your neck he still had that mischievous glint in eyes that had you folded up in the first place. “m’still hard,” he whispered making you whimper. “no…n-no more ren too sensitive,” you whined making eren hum. he glanced at your thighs that were still shaking from the aftershocks of you previous orgasm, then looked back into your eyes. you knew what he was hinting at and meekly nodded your head making him smile. he slowly pulled out of your pussy, gently shushing you when he heard you whine before sitting back on his knees. he pushed your thighs together and quickly slipped his dick between the pillowy skin, groaning at how soft you felt. “yeah…that’s it you feel so good mama,” he grunted pulling his kiss swollen bottom lip between his teeth. every once in a while he dick would glide across your overly sensitive clit making you mewl. it didn’t take long for eren to reach his peak once again and without warning he parted your thighs and shoved his dick back into your pussy knocking all the air out of your lungs. “so good….always so good for me. my perfect girl i love you do much,” eren muttered breathlessly into your ear.

♡ his love language is words of affirmation hands down!!!! he practically purrs like a kitten when you tell him how much you love him and how much he means to you :((

♡ i don’t think it’s any surprise he’s got some pretty bad mommy AND daddy issues. losing carla at a young age had a monumental impact on him as a kid and grisha didn’t even deserve the title of being a father. his whole life he’s never been able to be vulnerable in front of anyone until he met you ofc. you were his light, his safe haven and he didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as caring and nurturing as you but he never dared question it. you’d only seen him cry one time in front of you and it was when you went with him to visit carla’s grave. he looked like he was holding so much in and it absolutely broke your heart. “it’s okay to be upset eren you don’t ever have to put on that tough façade for me,” you whispered pressing a kiss to his trembling lips that was full of so much love and care he could’ve sobbed. he still has his moments where he closes his emotions off from you but day by day you’re slowly breaking down those walls he built up all those years.

♡ he is a true crime girly!!! he’s one of those ppl that can go to sleep watching the i.d. channel and still sleep peacefully.

♡ you’re a tad bit too clumsy for your own good so eren keeps a thing of bandaids and alcohol in his car and then a small lil box of sanrio themed bandaids in your purse. you thought he was absolutely ridiculous for keeping them on standby until you used damn near all the sanrio themed bandaids.

♡ “not so ridiculous for keeping these around now am i huh?” he chuckled putting the bandaid on your scraped knee. you didn’t say anything instead letting out an annoyed huff, but the annoyance quickly went away when he gave your knee three kisses. “my clumsy girl,” he snickered giving your pouting lips a kiss. “s’not my fault these heels are just too tall,” you mumbled kicking them off in annoyance. eren smirked and reached behind his seat pulling out a pair of fluffy slides, “i knew you’d get annoyed with them eventually—put these on instead,” he said setting the slides on your lap. you tried to your bratty act up but you just couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your glossed up lips, “you’re the best renny,” you giggled giving his cheek a kiss. “i know i am.” cocky ass mf.

♡whenever y’all are at your place it’s such a sight seeing this big, strong, mean man all comfortable in your pink fluffy blankets n cuddling with your squishmallows even though he supposedly has beef w them—but let me not even get into that seriously. sometimes after he’s done beating your pussy up he’ll grab two of your plushies and make them hump each other pretending it’s the two of you.

♡ “yes yes yes eren!” eren moaned on a high pitched voice making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. you tried snatching the plushies from his grip but it was no use he was too damn strong. “oh my godddd eren enough!” you whined smacking his chest, leaving a red handprint in the making. eren’s jaw dropped and he turned to you his brows furrowed, “now that wasn’t very nice was it?” he said turning his head to plushie. “not very nice at all,” he said dropping his voice an octave making you giggle. you moved yourself onto his stomach and grabbed the plushies, tossing them aside. “m’sorry baby,” you pouted giving the red mark a sweet kiss, “let me make it up to you.” and that’s how you ended up face down ass up while eren pounded you from behind, the force making you grab onto your plushies for dear life.

♡ he’s very very into gunplay and it’s all your fault. that day you asked him so nicely to fuck your mouth with his glock was the day you created a monster.

♡ one night you both were at a block party and ‘get low’ by lil jon started playing and you couldn’t help but make your way over to where everyone was dancing and join in. eren admired you from the side taking a hit of his blunt every once in a while. you looked so damn good it was criminal. the way your denim mini skirt began to ride up your thick thighs from dancing had eren’s dick jumping in his pants. while you were dancing you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around you and knew exactly who it was. “you look so fine dancing out here you’re killing me baby,” he chuckled pushing your backside into his front and that’s when you felt it. you froze in your spot making eren smirk, “you okay mama?” he asked pressing a wet kiss to your neck. not even five minutes later you dragged eren to his car and bounced on his dick while while you sucked on his glock. even though the windows were blacked out anyone with eyes could tell what was happening with the way the car bounced and jostled. “fuck just like that baby make a mess on this dick,” eren groaned, pushing the glock deeper into your mouth.

♡ it didn’t stop there either sometimes eren liked to have you point the gun at his head while he fucked you. “look at my sweet girl holding my—goddamn m-my fucking gun. so damn naughty hm?” he grinned loving the way you were struggling to hold it against his head.

♡ his only social media is instagram and it’s basically a fanpage dedicated to you. his profile pic? a picture of him laying on your ass with the biggest smile on his face. his pinned photos? a picture of you and him with matching grills, one of you both wearing ski masks while his gun is pointed at the camera beam on and everything, and the other one is a pic of you two in a photo booth—you were smiling oh so prettily while one of your boobs was in his mouth. he only follows a few of his friends and the only girl he follows is you ofc not bc you made him only follow you he just chose too <333

♡ now after eren gets locked up life is a little bit different than it used to be. since being a dealer was out of the question he started working at an auto body shop w connie and although he wasn’t making as much money as he was before he still provided for you in every way. you didn’t mind the lack of expensive gifts in the slightest you were just happy your renny was back in your arms. he worked a lot more than he used to which left you a lot more needy for his touch and attention but he always made sure to take care you even after an excruciatingly long day at work.

♡ “missed you so much ren today went by so slow,” you whined against his lips as he fucked into you. he was pretty tired so he went a little slower than he usual fast pace but you didn’t mind in the slightest. “missed you too mama. you’re so sweet f’having dinner ready for me n’ helping me out in the shower,” he groaned pushing his thumb into your mouth which you greedily sucked. he always took a shower as soon as he got off, not wanting to get any oil or other grime from the shop on your pretty clothes. you couldn’t stand to not be in his arms a minute longer so you followed him into the shower and just wrapped your arms around his toned stomach while he showered not saying a word. little did you know in just a few days he’d be taking you on a vacation to barbados (somewhere you’ve been dying to visit) and while you both were there he planned on making you his forever by putting a fat rock on your finger.

[dilfl0v3rss]

I give you..

Bsf!Ony who claims he’s, “only friends” with you but will fuck ts outta you the second you start acting out

WAITTTTTT YOU ATE THIS UPPPPP😩😛😩

ony is the possessive type so it’s very likely that this would have to do with another boy. he was at your apartment, eating all your snacks as he watched tv on the couch. you walked out of your room dressed up for your date. “how i look?” ony looked up from the tv, eyeing you up and down before giving you a small nod. “look nice.” he grumbled. he did not approve of this at all. rolling your eyes, you walking in front of him, restricting his view of the tv.

“why you hatin’? you should be happy i’m finally getting a boyfriend.” his jaw clenched at your words. boyfriend? tf you need a boyfriend for when you got your best friend? it’s not like a boyfriend could do any more for you than he’s already doing anyway. buying you stuff, driving you to work, comforting you whenever you needed, and fucking the shit outta you when you wanted. ony was the whole package for you so the fact that you were trying to get a man was a slap in the face to him.

little did he know, you were only doing this to get a rise out of him. you’ve wanted to be with this man since y’all were in high school, but neither of you were bold enough to ask the other out, so you labeled your little situation as being best friends to keep the other from feeling uncomfortable. “these niggas not good for you suge. they can’t protect you like i can.” you rolled your eyes at the stupid nickname.

since your parents liked to call you sugar when you were little, ony decided to use the name as well, sometimes shortening it as suge. “boy the only reason you saying that is because you scared the last three off with those stupid guns.” a smirk planted itself on ony’s face, grills peaking from behind his lips as he stared up at you with low eyes. “if they running from this then who knows what else they gon run from. feel me?” he lifted up his shirt to show you his glock 19 tucked in his waistband.

you couldn’t help but get a little wet at the action, eyes glued to his inked torso and chest as he kept rambling about how pussy the guys you fuck with are. “you see sum you like mama? see you drooling a little over there.” long fingers gripped the bottom of you face, pulling you towards him for a kiss. you quickly pulled away before walking back to your room. “no. i don’t ‘feel you’ and i wont be feeling you for awhile. gon start saving this pussy for my new man.”

his head snapped towards you before getting up and following you inside your bedroom. “the fuck you mean ‘saving’ my pussy? you not giving it away. must be crazy.” ony laid on your bed, tank top riding up his toned stomach as he leaned on his elbows. is this nigga crazy? tf he mean “his pussy”? last time you checked yall wasn’t dating so this pussy belongs to nobody but you. “wanna bet?” you didn’t notice you were voicing your thoughts out loud, but you still didn’t back down. “boy please. you know better.”

“f-fuckkk ohhmygoddd.” you were face down in the sheets, strong hand in your hair as the other was at your lower back. ony was beating your shit in, thumb curved into your puckering hole as he fed you quick deep strokes in your pussy. the date you were supposed to be on long forgotten as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. “who pussy dis is mama?” squelching noises could be heard from all the way in the living room as he continued pounding away at your pussy.

“mmits ursss onyyy.” his heavy hand moved from your hair to leave a hard slap on your ass. the skin instantly heating up from the contact. “say my name right baby. who’s is it?” his pace grew as well as his anger. body roughly jolting, wrinkling up your sheets to the point where they were snapping off your mattress. “it’s y-yours daddy. it’s a-alllll yours fuckkkk.” you moaned. ony couldn’t help but smile, taking his thumb out your backside so he can kiss up your back.

you were his and his alone, and until you understood that he was going to fuck you as hard as he could to keep you from even thinking of going anywhere with another man. his mouth stopped right next to your ear, breathing steadily as if your tight pussy didn’t phase him at all. “that’s right mama. this daddy’s pussy.”

[nolita-fairytale]

Carmy as Your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part one

masterlist | part two now that i've finished my top gun: maverick series, it's me i'm back and gearing up for season two. after a bout of food poisoning, i finally cracked and am writing this pregnancy headcanon that i said i wouldn't bc my ovaries would explode (looking at you @allthefandomstogether). anyways, a huge thank you to @carmensberzattos who pinged many an ideas back and forth about carmy as your baby daddy and screamed into the abyss about this on a friday night. i'm writing this with my main character from the make your heart surrender-verse, but can absolutely read as a standalone piece. posting now because i'm so damn excited but i may go back and add some more things later.

oh and this a headcanon series now so. that part.

carmy as your baby daddy:

sometime after the wedding, you and carmy decide that you're ready to start a family. you're not trying but you're not not trying, meaning you've gone off of birth control but you're not carefully monitoring your ovulation cycle either. you both figure that it'll happen when it happens and if it doesn't, there are many other ways to make a family.

carmy never really thought about having kids until the two of you got together. after adopting your kitty together, carmy got to see a your more nurturing side and taking care of something together as a team made him think about how much he wants a family with you. after sugar has her baby it really ups the ante. seeing carmy become an uncle is what starts the conversation about seriously starting a family, and every time carmy sees you holding the baby, it's 'when our kids this, and when our kids that' for days after.

you swear it's food poisoning. after a somewhat questionable late night meal, you spend half the night vomiting while carmy works a later night at the restaurant. you text him to bring ginger ale and tums home. of course he comes through because are you kidding this man is a caretaker?!

you insist that you're fine and much better, even though you're absolutely exhausted. things are so busy at work for you (and have i mentioned the pregnancy fatigue) that you don't think much of it when a few nights later, you find yourself kneeling on the bathroom floor once again.

there are always little kids running around at the extended family gatherings and which led to your realization (when you first met everyone) that carmy is surprisingly good with kids.

it's not till a week or two later (after your little bout of 'food poisoning') that you're at cicero's place for a family birthday party that it hits you. one of carmy's cousins (not richie kind of cousin teehee) has just had a new baby with his wife. you've been catching up with ava, richie's daughter because you've become an auntie of sorts to her. you find some time to steal away for a some girl-time but when you return, carmy is holding his new niece/nephew in his arms.

the sight of him holding the baby not only takes your goddamn breath away as he stares long and hard your way, his blue eyes piercing right through your heart, but it's then that you realize that you're a few weeks late. it's like time stops as you look at him, seeing him coo at the baby with the softest look on his face. the realization hits you, clear as day.

"holy shit." is all you say, earning a few funny looks from the berzatto extended family and friends. "carm, can i borrow you for a second?" you and carmy find a quiet place to talk inside. "you okay, babe?" "carmy i think i'm-. what if i-. i'm late." "what do you-? like.. late late?" "now that i think about it, a few weeks late, honey." "yeah?" he asks you, totally in shock and eyes wide. "yeah."

the two of you make an excuse to leave the party as soon as possible, and hurry to the nearest drugstore to pick up a pregnancy test. you wait till you're home to take it. "do you want me to come in, sweetheart?" "no, carmy! i don't want you to watch me pee, you weirdo!" you answer, even though you know he's just excited.

the two of you are pacing back and forth, practically making dents in the floor with your footsteps for what feels like the longest two minutes of your lives. when your timer goes off, you're both simultaneously freaking out about the fact that you're lives are about to change forever, while also really, really hoping for a positive result. and as the fates would have it, the test is positive.

"holy shit. holy fucking shit. we're- you're-, we're gonna-!" carmy is ecstatic as searches for words. "we're having a baby, baby!" you squeal jumping into his arms." "god, i love you so much," he says, grinning at you as wrap your legs around his waist. "i love you too, carm. so, so much."

you literally get the biggest kick out of calling him your baby daddy: to friends and family, coworkers, random strangers, in restaurants, at the gas station. you'll take photos of him at the farmers market and post on your ig story referring to him as your baby daddy because you find it hilarious. carmy doesn't find it as funny (even though he secretly loves it) and he's cherry-tomato red when you tell the checkout clerk at the bodega across the street from your place that your baby daddy is going to pick up the tab.

everyone at the restaurant is so excited for you! even richie cries a little when you tell him the news. you hadn't really gotten close to richie until ava grew super attached to you, which opened up a whole new avenue and understanding for your friendship with richie.

ever since you found out you were pregnant, carmy always has bread and ginger ale on hand for your morning sickness. he started making you your favorite soft scrambled eggs with toast, but the chives have been way too strong of a flavor for a sensitive tummy. it's slowly become eggs & toast and then just... toast, which you promptly apologize for stripping away any kind of artistic freedom he may have previously had.

you get near compulsive cravings for certain foods, and carmy is always ready to throw on a jacket and run across the street when you get midnight cravings.

carmy hates seeing how tumultuous pregnancy has been during your first trimester. he's always ready with a hair tie or a glass of water for when you're done throwing up. okay hear me out: but carmy starting to wear hair ties because he wants to always have one ready for you. he'll even take off a morning with you or call your workplace if you need a sick day just so that he can take care of you. even if you don't need care, he just wants to spend time with you and be there for you while you go through it.

we already know that carmy is an acts of service king. he is the tenderest, most gentle partner and wants to be as helpful as possible. if you're sick, he wants to make you feel better. if the pregnancy hormones are raging against the machine, he's more than happy to let you be upset, or get you off by any means if the hormones go that way too. he'll sit on the bathroom floor with you and rub your back until you need to vomit again. he'll give you the best morning head of your life. he'll run a bath for you when you need one. he checks in every hour on the hour in your first trimester, which you appreciate, but eventually have to ask him to chill the fuck out.

speaking of physical changes, the pregnancy boobs are ELITE. carmy is always there to make you feel beautiful despite your rapidly changing body, esp when your clothes start fitting differently.

the first time your bump starts showing and you point it out to him, carmy cries. or maybe he notices it first and he's just like... weeping and you're like: babe r u ok? and then you realize that you're showing and carmy is kneeling and admiring your baby bump and now you're crying. sorry, but i don't make the rules it's just a fact that this is how it would go down.

carmy is so emotional about this because he realizes that he finally gets to build the family he didn't have and he gets to build it with you.

well this just hijacked my writing plans oops. part two will be more 'you & carmy pregnancy things' and part three will be birth & post-birth.

tagging my carmy taglist in the comments below!

[millllenniawrites]

Daddy Knows Best (Joel Miller x f!Reader)

summary: stranded mid-mission, you and Joel find something to distract you while you wait. 

words: 2.1k

warnings: this is smut so 18+ only allowed beyond this point; daddy kink; afab fem Reader; Reader is described as being smaller than Joel; dark-ish Joel cause we know how dark canon Joel can get; pre-Ellie!Joel; there is very little plot happening here; established relationship; pre-established consent; gaslighting but in a sexy way; orgasm delay/denial; overstimulation; choking; elements of little!Reader; pet names (princess, baby, good girl, whore, honey, sweets); anal play; sex in front of a window (some reflections are used); rough sex; painful sex; bratty!Reader; I almost wanna tag this as cnc just because of some of the dialogue; this is what it says on the tin. Dead Dove, Do Not Eat 

no y/n 

a/n: here y’all go in honour of the final episode! i wasn't anticipating this to be my return after my hiatus but here we are

Looking out at the dark field, the lights from the helicopters sweeping an empty valley, you should be worried. Everyone is looking for you. Joel had needed your gun that morning to make a run on a supply truck — medicine . Penicillin, Zofran and, more importantly, Codeine — and his haste got you stranded on the top floor of an old office building waiting out the night watch. You should be losing your mind: locked in a room full of broken furniture, praying for a storm in the morning to cover your trail, a case of drugs beside you, one blanket to share. 

Instead of worrying, you’re naked in your business partner’s lap, your back to his chest. Joel’s near fully clothed, his pants pulled down just enough to release his cock, reclined back against a desk and laying on the few cushions you could pull from a couch. He rests against you, not inside, hard and heavy, every inch of him making your mouth water. 

“Daddy… Daddy, I want more…” you groan, trying to wiggle. To get more friction. Anything to ease the incessant warmth between your legs. 

“No y’don’t, baby.” He rocks his hips, his cock rubbing against you just enough to tease. 

You whine, head thrown back on his shoulder. “I do…” 

“Who’s cunt is this?” 

The low rumble of his voice has you clenching around nothing. “Yours, daddy.” 

He chuckles and you stop breathing. “Good girl. And what does that mean?” 

“You know best,” you gasp. 

“Exactly. So when I tell you that your leaky little cunt doesn’t need anymore, you’ve gotta believe me.” He rubs the inside of your thighs, his rough hands dragging deliciously against your skin. 

“But it’s— it hurts, daddy.” You stick your bottom lip out in a pout, not that he can see your face. You hadn’t been allowed to look at him for what felt like hours.

He chuckles, rutting his hips again so the head of his cock bumps against your clit and pulls another whine from you. “I know, baby. But having more won’t make you feel better. It’ll actually make you feel worse.” 

 “No it won’t!” 

His hand immediately moves to your throat. “What was that?” His low voice, coupled with his tightening grip on your neck, steals your breath. 

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you gasp. 

“That’s right. Needy little thing… Don’t make me ask again.” 

You half-expected him to slap you but instead, he lowers his hands to your thighs and spreads you out wider for him, shifting you closer to the windows. You can only just see the reflection of you both in the windows, his dark eyes, your body yielding to his every demand. 

He could snap you in half and you’d let him. 

Joel manhandles you onto your knees, resting on either side of his thighs to keep you open. Your back is still to him but you aren’t leaned fully against him, instead arching away to keep his cock resting against your cunt. 

He presses his hand into your lower back, forcing you further. “There’s my girl. So pretty for me.” His hand drags down the curve of your ass and you can feel the heat of his eyes on you. 

“Please, daddy? Just a little more?” you ask softly, holding perfectly still. “Just the tip? Please?” 

“I already said no.” Something in his voice begs you to challenge him. 

“I know, daddy. But it hurts.” You don’t wiggle despite how badly you wanted to. “Haven’t I been a good girl for you?” 

He ignores you.

“Joel, please.” 

He clicks his tongue. “Good girls don’t beg, honey. So what does that make you?” 

His words draw an ashamed whine from you. 

The way you’ve whittled away his patience comes through in his sigh. “If you can stay still for a whole minute, not moving at all, you can have a little. Hm? How does that sound?” 

“Thankyoudaddy.” Your words come out in a rush. 

Every muscle in your body clenches as you struggle to stay still. Joel lets you have your moment, but just a moment, before his hands start on you: running up your sides, pinching at your nipples, tugging gently at your hair. You let him move your head around but nothing else, your gaze trained outside to keep your focus. 

He’s too close. It feels too good. 

You can last a whole minute. You’re sure of it. 

His hands slide down your back to kneed at your ass. “So pretty, baby.”

No matter what he does to goad you, somehow, miraculously, you stay still. 

After the longest minute of your life, he coos, “Good girl.” 

Immediately sinking down, you do your best to only take the tip of him. You really really try. Clenching down, legs shaking, whimpering with the effort as he thrusts just enough that you can feel him, just enough to give you a taste of the friction you’ve been begging for. 

But he’s right. You’re needy. Too needy to resist when everything you want is so close. 

You began to rock your hips in time with his little thrusts, inching yourself lower and lower onto him. As wet as you are from the hours of incessant teasing, the stretch of him knocks the air from your chest. 

He freezes, fingers digging into your hips. At your moan, he pushes further, forcing you up and off of him enough that he’s just barely inside you. 

“Think I’m not gonna notice?” He bites out, grabbing your ankles, forcing your legs wider and flipping you onto your face. He pulls your hips up, keeping a tight grip on you as he positions you exactly where he wants you. “You wanna be a little whore? Fine.” 

He sinks into you, none of the typical warm up on his fingers or his tongue to get you ready to take him, and you scream, hands scrambling for purchase. It burns, equal parts pleasure and pain. 

“I was treating you so nice, princess. But you just had to be greedy, didn’t you?” 

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you gasp. 

“Y’aren’t yet.” 

He wrenches your head back by your hair. With his knees between yours, he forces your legs wider, setting a punishing pace. His thumb rubs harshly across your clit, drawing his name from your lips with every stroke. 

He knows what he’s doing and you hate him for it. 

You cry as he finally bottoms out and his pace becomes almost brutal, his tight grip on you keeping you from squirming away. 

“Now you’re done? Had enough?” He curls over you, snapping his hips into yours. “Gonna run from me, baby?” 

“N-no, daddy,” is all you manage to get out before Joel shoves two fingers into your mouth, hooking them into your cheek and tugging your head to the side. 

“Get ‘em wet or this is gonna hurt.”

Obediently, you run your tongue around his fingers, sucking lightly on them. He hums his approval. So close to the windows, you can see yourself in the glass, tear tracks of frustration running down your face, wild-eyed, lips tight around his fingers like you were taught. Like Joel taught you. Trained you. Hours on your knees had taught you one thing: something in your mouth meant you’d better be working for it. 

Shame runs hot down your spine.

You know what Joel wants. 

And he knows exactly how to get it. 

Something in the angle of his hips changes and his cock is dragging inside you, right where you need him. 

“Right there? That what you need?” 

“Please…” you moan around his fingers. 

“Not yet, baby.”  

As good as you’ve tried to be, as much as you’ve tried to listen, you can’t hold out. And Joel knows it. 

“Okay, baby,” he says and your eyes squeeze shut as he makes you cum for the first time that night. Relief burns hot from the denial of the previous hours, washing over you and turning your body to putty. Your back arcs further and you collapse to the cushions under you, limp. 

Joel knows an invitation when he sees one. 

His hips slow, but don’t stop. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and sinks one into your ass. No time to recover, but you can’t help but push back, wordlessly whining, begging for more despite how overstimulated you already are. 

“Greedy girl. D’you want me here next?” 

You sob and he leans over you, breath hot and heavy at your ear. 

“See, sweets? Told y’this would be too much.” 

All you can do is moan in response. You’re full, taking more than he’s ever made you as he adds a second finger. The stretch is entirely overwhelming. You know he’s talking, can feel the rumble of his voice moving through you, but you can’t make out the words, your mind fuzzy and echoing a chant of ‘please please please’.

You only realize the words are coming out of your mouth too when he flips you onto your back and his lips find yours, just for a moment, insistent and controlling even as you share breath. 

He props your hips up before starting in on you again, curling his fingers inside you and rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb. “Eyes up here, honey. Lemme watch.” 

You try to reach for his cock and he bats your hand away. With a click of his tongue and a, “So demanding,” he eases his fingers out of you and lubes himself up with them before sliding in again, still working over your clit as he finds a new pace. The angle, with him driving into you, keeping you from moving at all, lets you feel every inch of him. 

“Fuckin’ love this cunt, baby,” he groans, his lips between his teeth as he watches where your bodies meet with dark eyes.  

Every part of you aches, but you don’t want him to stop. Not when he’s looking at you like that,  like you’re the only thing he can see, his brow furrowed as he concentrates every ounce of himself on driving you right to the edge. 

Your hands fist the twisted blanket under you, desperate for something to hold on to as Joel makes your body do exactly what he wants. 

“C’mon, honey. We just started. Gotta give me more. At least one.” 

Your brain whites out. 

~

He’s stroking your hair as you come to, wrapped in his arms and the warm blanket. 

“Y’okay, sweet girl? You back with me?” 

You hum an affirmative and cuddle in closer. 

Chopper blades whir overhead and you have the sense to open your eyes. The sun has begun to suggest its rising behind the far hills, but that slight warm light is really all you can make out. “’m supposed to take watch.” 

Joel chuckles, “You’ll just fall asleep.” 

“Prolly.” Your head lulls to the side so you can see his face. His gaze is focused out the window, but you’ve worked with him enough to notices when he’s watching without looking. 

And you know he’s watching you. 

“Was that okay?” you whisper. 

He rubs up your back. “You’re always perfect, honey. You’re feeling okay?” 

You nod into his shoulder so that he can feel the motion. “That was exactly what I needed.” 

He hums, “Good,” and readjusts the blanket so that it’s covering you. “I’ll wake you when I need to sleep.” 

“D’you think we’ll get out of here tomorrow?” 

His shrug is almost imperceptible. “Might need to stay one more day.” 

You wiggle up enough to kiss his cheek before burying yourself in his chest and the blankets, letting sleep carry you off. 

[the-fandom-qu33n]

Chapter 10____To Strike A Match

(UF Sans/Reader)

Rated M...violence, profanity and much else soon to come

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summary

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burnt out sick of the recurring timeline everything is starting to break him down little by little... day after day drink after drink he needed something different a smoke would be good... just needed a...light?

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".....'s dat so?"

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....those words echoed in Grillby's head as his gaze shook in pure panic....he was staring right at you...he knew...his face he HAD to know....Grillby shook and flickered in fear...his breathing quickened...this wasn't happening...his perfectly calculated plan in shambles...in a matter of minutes...this...bastard...

flash backs began to run through his mind taking over his vision as he froze stiff again...

the first time they had met....... ...when was it?...what had happened...?...how DID he meet red?...

the scene set before him in dark shadowy whisps ...each whisp of the memory fade morphed into monsters set in the...once bright throne room...a clean ...large throne room...this is one he didn't recognize...perhaps this was because he was freaking out a mistake in memory..a faulty misconception.....this place wasn't the throne room he knew......the castles walls lack the decay and rot ...no cracks...no dust...it seemed this place was...taken care of...well kempt.....that wasn't right...Asgore couldn't he wasn't in the right mind after the child had died...what was his name again...no matter...the son of the king and queen was no where in sight...why was his majesty ok all of a sudden..?

it was strange to see...the king standing in all his glory smiling...a broken smile...his eyes was minus a few eye bags and every scar he adorned now.. wearing his old robes colors his old kingdoms symbols ...before the prophesy.....horns no longer broken...and ...Queen Toriel stood beside him? ..stars how long into the past had he taken himself in this panic attack?...seemed right before the first human had fallen...but...why was he remembering this..

why did his mind reel this far back?...did he meet Red here and not notice?...surely that couldnt be it...Red wasnt in his life that long...was he?...who exactly were these skeleton brothers...what had he missed so long ago...how old was this damned memory??...where was red and papyrus...he didnt see them in the room...could he even move...?

shaking his head away from all his thoughts he growled moving to one room or the other...each room was different...bright shining rooms that held...monsters conversing in a hushed tone...none looked like how he remebered...there was armour here...perhaps it was the dogs...?... if so why didnt he hear barking...no tails wagging no burnt dog biscut smell...heck he didnt even see Undyne..infact...judging by the armor the guardsmen were wearing... brilliant black metal laced in a shining silver... these guards...werent the royal guard...no wait...his gaze landed back on the king and queen...their faces...shown distress..

...damaged royals...a broken hope...

he saw it in their eyes as his soul seemingly stopped beating even for a slight second....there was fear in them...

he shook more looking around...no no no this wasnt right..this place wasnt right...these monsters couldnt be...the bright rooms...strange monsters...the fear...the castle...the symbols and newly polished guardsmen armour....

he knew this time...he knew it all to well...he knew these monsters... he knew why the king and queen looked so distraught this wasn't after the kid had died...

no...this was before...

a guard looked over at where he was...tilting its snake like head as it hissed out..

"sssstatuss report on the northern boundariesss"

.....no....

the snake monster slithered over asking again....but what could he do...he couldnt speak...he couldnt be back here... another guard rushed over a cat one this time as it came when the snake had slammed its tail on the ground for help....they were concerned...checking over him ..words muffled by the now ringing in his skull as his gaze shook....

....no.....

more and more guards rushed over to check him...but he couldnt do anything but hyperventilate and watch as each and every monster in the guards hall rushed in to see if they could aid him...each one brandishing the symbol...wearing the armour of the king...he knew these monsters...he knew their families...he knew their names...

...no...

he had to leave...this was a nightmare and nothing more...he refused to be here he refused to remember!...rushing past a few of the guards he heard them call out in alarm as he ran...left...right...down the second hall to the right again...down the spiral stair case...everything was as it had been...every decorative piece the royals had filled the walls with...every sword wielding statue..every painting of the greats before Asgore and lady Toriel...

each hall way and room he glanced into was as bright as the last...flowers in vases...flowers of various colors and types...none blue and glowing...more guards tried to slow him down as he ran throughout the castle ..but none fast enough as he...no one ever was...gripping the cloak around his neck tightly as he ran ripping the hood over his face...the magic taking ahold of him as his body shook...the coolness of the fabric ...the smell of ash...the glowing of the bright lava gem shone brightly as he ran before dulling again to a dark red....

the cooks were in the kitchens...the service staff awaiting their next request...the décor even the furniture made his soul ache...every damn room was the same...quickly he ripped open the next door he saw tears began to cascade down his face as he scanned the room...a beautiful library...thousands of books lined each and every wall...no space was empty on the white pristine shelves... books he knew all to well...the singe marks on his favorite chair...next to the crackling fireplace...the shelves of fantasy practically calling out to him again...running his fingers along each books spine he felt colder and colder...345 pages...the next was 238 pages..used to be 239 but he had accidently burned it to ash......160 pages...stories of grandeur stories of romance..adventure...stories his mother used to read to him...stories he read to himself in the late hours of the night until early dawn...every single book in this place he had read at least twice... looking to his arm he sobbed....he was wearing the damned armor to...wearing that damned bracelet his mama had given him before...she dusted...looking out the window he sobbed even harder falling to his knees at the first glance of the blinding morning light as the guards rushed in surround his broken state with medicines...a physician...the royals....and a mage....

.....................this was....

...this was before the war...

on the SURFACE

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hope this was ok...sorry ive not been in the right head space lately... im sorry its a bit short...

if you took the time to read this i appreciate it...

[kyber-crystal]

Hi! May I request a sequel to "my little love" for how jake responds to max calling him dad/daddy for the first time? or jake being cute with max and your shared kids (bc i KNOW y'all don't stop after the first one lol)

i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this but HELL YEAH and i'm extra sorry i didn't post this for a while b/c i wasn't sure about how it turned out in general...anyways, i hope you enjoy : ')

my future || jake "hangman" seresin

summary: as written above! this is a sequel to the headcanon my little love, which i LOVED writing w my whole heart.

settling into married life was surprisingly not difficult. you'd already spent so much time around hangman that forever felt so comfortable

now everyone is so happy and in high spirits. but max is significantly happier than them all and it's so wholesome to see

rooster, or "fairy godmother" (max likes to call him the latter....yes...godmother, not godfather. you don't know why but it's so funny, especially when you watch rooster react to this), is always there to take care of your kiddo when you're busy

he let him sit in his F-14 and take a picture with him :)

and you're paranoid and worrying the whole time but rooster's like "relax, i got him" and he's super chill about it

"he's gonna be a pilot. better than you, even," you leaned over and gave your husband a look

"i think so!"

the kid lives and breathes top gun. and now that you've moved in with hangman, you're only a few minutes' walk from base, making it easy to go back and forth.

when you're working at the hard deck, penny sits him by the nearest booth with a milkshake and some old books and toys

if one of the uncles or phoenix wasn't busy, they'd come over to keep him entertained

and you know when hangman's done for the day when you see max break into his signature grin. you've noticed that you only really see it around him

so you're celebrating his fourth birthday today. it's insane, because he already speaks like a six year old (hangman says it's because you're also smart af. but, being the cocky lil shit he is, fanboy likes to take the credit for it. i mean, the guy majored in biochem, so he knows his stuff)

it's an off day for everyone, so they're able to come help decorate the place. you had the idea to surprise your son, so while everyone was getting ready, fanboy was with max by the beach, playing soccer. they'd come back in an hour and boom!

by the end of things, the hard deck doesn't look like the hard deck anymore. it looks like max's paradise—a kiddie version of top gun, you realize. your heart melts because 🥺🥺🥺

everyone hides when they hear fanboy and max coming in

and then you all jump up from your hiding spots and yell "SURPRISE" and he starts grinning again

and then the kid runs straight towards hangman, giggling in pure delight

"daddy!" he yells

you're all like wait wtf

did he just

say

oh

hangman has to stop for a moment before picking him up. you can see him tearing up bc this is the first time max has ever said this

it's definitely really fulfilling to watch. when he was a baby and screamed and cried for hours at a time out of nowhere, you knew it wasn't always just from tiredness. or being hungry. or whatnot

the rest of the night you're all emotional af and max notices

"daddy why are you crying?"

there go the waterworks...more tears slip down jake's face 🥺😭

"because i'm happy!"

"people cry when they are sad! like when uncle fanboy loses to uncle payback!"

"HEY! kid, i thought you were on my side"

"so, i'm your dad now, huh?"

"forever and ever and ever and ever!"

how could you have gotten so lucky...

you're sitting here in the middle of the hard deck with your family. a family when realization hits. you had a loving husband, and a father, and a child that brightened up your world, and you couldn't have asked for anything more. you finally found someone that wanted forever and wasn't one to back away

now for some more cute moments post-birthday celebration

you take max to base every day right

and hangman will carry him on his shoulders all the time

if he's not done with his flight or workout or whatever, maverick takes his place

or his fairy godmother :)

as soon as he lands, max takes off at the speed of light and goes barreling towards him (how tf is the kid so FAST)

as hangman picks him up he looks at you and says "can we please have another kid. please"

"i want a sister! tell her, daddy!"

"see, the little man agrees"

sorry this ending was so awful i genuinely apologize...

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[wutheringcaterpillar]

An Unfair Loss

Summary: Thomas realizes that his results were switched with yours, and you had developed the curse Ruby had.

-Based off season 6 finale.

-Kinda proofread, kinda didn't. I feel like this was kinda rushed but I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mention of suicide

Gun to his temple, he cocked it, ready to fire until he heard an all too familiar voice, his little Ruby.

Looking out into the field of green, he saw his baby girl running toward him with her small legs. He met her halfway pulling her into his warm embrace.

“Did Aunt Polly send you? Oh it feels so wonderful to have you in my arms one last time.” Tommy was panting, and the little girl held him tight so he knew she was really there before she spoke.

“You’re not even sick daddy.”

“But I am my darling. I’m closer to death as we speak.” The child shook her head vigorously, looking in the distance before turning back to her dad.

“No daddy not true, you’ve got to live, for Y/N.” Thomas’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not understanding what she was trying to say.

“What do you mean? Her exams came back clean Ruby. What do you-“ She guided her arm to the side, her hand pointing over at the fire. Thomas followed her gaze.

“It’s in the papers daddy. I’ve got to go.” She hugged her father once more, before vanishing in the distance in the field of grass and scattered flowers. Tommy watched, wishing that he had been faster, and had been a better dad in not putting business first but his family first. He wasn’t sure that he was doing that now, since he rushed off not telling you or anyone else where he was going, but he was sure that everyone assumed what he set off to do.

The corner of the paper flowed in the wind underneath the piles of sticks on top of them. His daughter may have been young, but deep down Thomas knew she was smart, far too brilliant for her age, so who was he to doubt her.

Standing up on his feet, his legs felt like jelly as he made his way over to the pit. He picked up the ripped page, eyeing it conspicuously. He took note of Oswald and his wife, and then looked at the bigger picture, and what he saw he couldn’t believe. His doctor, whom he trusted with his own health, was standing next to them in a photograph.

“Son of a bitch.” He didn’t waste one moment before he began to run on foot to the man’s house.

Alfred turned to get in his car, that was not working. “What the hell, how did-“ When he went to close the door Thomas’s arm was wrapped around his neck while he pointed the gun at the side of his temple. Alfred stumbled in his grip, trying to get out but Tommy was far too strong for him to take on.

“You’ve been my doctor for three years now, didn’t realize how well connected you were Alfred. You made me believe I was going to die soon, and knew that I’d rather off myself. Made me believe my wife was in good health. That’s me assuming that’s who you switched my results with eh?” He tightened his grip around the man’s small, fragile throat, making his voice strained when he responded.

“Ye-Yes.”

Thomas forced him onto the hard ground on his knees, while at a fast pace me moved his gun toward the front of the scared man’s face, resting it upon his forehead and cocking it.

“Wait! Wait! You and your wife are both sick. The amount of people you have killed in cold blood and the both of you just stood by, not explaining yourselves to the grieving families.” Tommy rolled his eyes in response, hardening the gun to the man’s head.

“But- but, I think because of your children and your family, you are a changed man. You’re not going to shoot me Tommy.” A dark chuckle escaped from Tommy’s plush, pale lips.

“You see that’s where you’re wrong I am. I’m a changed man until it involves my fucking wife, and my fucking children, Alfred.” In an instant, the echo of his gun firing swam through the neighborhood. People looked through their windows to see what had happened but immediately escaped their windows once they realized it was Thomas Shelby.

Patting down his suite, he exited the property, and walked back to the home he shared with you.

As he walked in the quaint weather, he couldn’t help but watch kids running around, and notice happy families. Why was it he never got to be happy? Grace was taken away, Lizzie was too much, but you? He had never seen a woman be such an amazing mother to his children or treat him the way you did. He knew it was unfair of him to run off on you, not saying a word but he was trying to protect you in not seeing him wither away. Who knew it would be him having to watch you slowly deteriorate.

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“Mummy! Mummy! Daddy’s home?” Charlie heard her and came rushing down the stairs to look out the window.

“Milly we’ve talked about this he-“ You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You stopped putting away the laundry and approached the living room quickly. Maybe someone had news of Thomas’s whereabouts, or worse maybe he was dead.

When you passed through the doorway, you felt like you were looking at a ghost, a panicked ghost at that. There your husband stood, like nothing had happened and everything was okay. He was still dressed in his suit but looked like he was rummaging through his mind conflicted and pained.

“Tommy?”

“Yes, my love.” You couldn’t stop yourself from running to him and jumping in his arms, hugging him. He smelt like he had been drinking combined with a hint of grass on his clothes. Your arms being wrapped around him once again felt surreal, and warm. You felt complete and couldn’t stop the water brimming at your eyelids, it had been weeks since you touched him, or seen him and your whole body couldn’t find the will to let go of him, not again.

He patted your back soothingly as he watched Charlie and Milly over your shoulder, they had looked confused as to why you would be crying but happy. He felt terrible watching their innocent eyes, and knowing what he knows now about your inevitable death that was soon to come, and it scared him of the thought he’d be the only parent they had, once again.

“It’s okay, it’s alright. I’m here now darling, I’m not going anywhere ever again, eh?” You nodded into the crook of his dampened neck; your tears had soaked. Tommy was glad they were joyful tears, but he knew that his news would change everything momentarily.

“Charlie, Milly, can you go upstairs I need to talk to your mum privately. I’ll be up in a moment, alright?” You sunk down from his grip and wiped away your tears, looking up at him with those loving, endearing eyes that always managed to brighten his day.

He guided you to the table, taking a seat next to you and folding his hands. When you looked at him he looked, lost like you’d never seen him before but you waited patiently to talk. His hand grazed across to the wooden table before it rest on top of yours, intertwining his fingers.

“My darling, you’re sick, very sick.” You looked at him confused, not catching onto what he meant.

“Ruby visited me today, I think Pol sent her. I left to kill myself and she stopped me, she stopped me and made realize Alfred’s intentions. I’m unsure of if you’ve been reading the paper but there is a photo of him standing with Mosley. I found him and he admitted to switching our results.” Realization sat in, and you leaned back against the chair in defeat. It explain why you’ve not been feeling well, why you’ve been hearing things, seeing things that had no explanation. A part of you had convinced yourself it was because you were adjusting the the thought of Thomas being dead.

“I- But how did-“ He tightened his grip on your hand, pursing his lips together as he had felt he had failed in being the man he was meant to be for you. If he had just not taken the easy way out and disappearing, if he had paid closer attention to the small details before Ruby had gotten sick this could have been avoided.

Thomas felt as if he was breaking at the seams. How did he not see it, how did he miss all the signs?

His heart was breaking inside as he watched you sitting across the table, head buried in your hands while you cried a river. You didn’t want him to see you like this, so weak, and broken.

“Oh god the kids, they-they’ve seen me like this, they’ve been seeing me like this. I don’t want them to anymore. I -I can’t bear the thought of them finding me-“ You couldn’t find the ability to complete that sentence.

Milly and Charlie meant the world to you, and it was hard enough losing Ruby and Thomas, well Thomas had lost everyone and here you sat being added to the list.

“Darling, you know as well as I do there is no cure for a gypsy curse.” It had taken you quite a while to understand Thomas’s upbringing, but you had always put in the time and effort to ask questions, and take interest. Throughout the years being married to him, you didn’t have a doubt in your mind about there being no cure if Thomas said there wasn’t. You never questioned him after Ruby.

-

Tommy’s pov

-

Tonight was an awful night, and I had never felt more weak than I did now. I watched her as she lay in bed, her skin was pale, lips cracked. She was shivering, and she had lost the ability to remember things. I had asked her just the other day if she knew where she was, she didn’t. Somehow, someway she managed to remember the childrens names, but not that she was Milly’s mum, or that Charlie considered her as a mum. Do you know what that does to a man?

Watching your wife slowly wilt away and lose her sanity. Not being able to do anything about it. It’s gut wrenching and it was a pain I had never felt before. I often found when she needed something I would escort myself out of the room, check on the children, and find a place to shed my tears where no one could see, I wanted to be strong for her, for them.

Y/N, has sacrificed her entire life in watching over them, making sure they were fed, clothed, bathed, and taught the simplicities of life. Yet she still always found the time and the effort for our marriage. She worked wonders, and is very bright, brighter than the moon on a clear, quiet night. The amount of weight she had lost from not eating. My wife looked unrecognizable but still beautiful as always.

The delusions had gotten worse, she began to hallucinate at dinner, and the children saw it.

“Who are you people, where am I?” I watched as fear settled within her wide eyes.

“Y/N darling-“ She stood up from the table frantically, searching for a familiar face, and looking at the people she didn’t recognize. She took the glass of water from the table and threw it at the painted wall, shattering it into a million little pieces, making the kids jump in their seats.

I pushed the chair back rushing over to her before she hurt herself or someone else in this room.

That’s when she turned slowly, almost with what seemed like a dead gaze before her arm slowly extended until it pointed toward the empty hallway. I followed her gaze, freezing in my tracks not wanting to frighten her. There was nothing there.

“He’s here.” I looked back to her with calm eyes, hands out so she knew I wouldn’t do anything to her.

“Honey, there’s nothing there.” She shook her at a vigorous rate, disagreeing with me and she began to back into the wall as I approached her with ease.

“Daddy what’s wrong with mummy?” What was I supposed to say to them? That their mother’s delusional, they had already known she was falling of illness. I glanced over to them quickly while my hands rested on Y/N’s flailing wrists.

“Charlie, Milly go to your rooms.” They hadn’t moved, and Milly began to cry.

She was too young to understand at her ripe age of two years old. I looked at Charlie with expectant eyes. I depended on him and I didn’t mean to put all the weight on his shoulders to look after Milly but what choice did I have when I had to take care of their mother, my wife. A man can only handle so much at one time.

“Charlie! Go with Milly, now!” Charlie jolted up out of his seat, grabbing Milly in his arms before running up the stairs with her. Once I heard the door close my attention averted back to Y/N. I watched as she was struggling for air and still screaming at the top of her lungs, her body shaking. I gripped her wrists as I felt that being calm maybe was not the best decision to get across to her that no monster, no ememy, nothing was in the room. Just me, her husband. It killed me withing  knowing that this was something I had no control over, I couldn’t offer her protection from her own mind.

“Y/N! Look at me!” She stayed frantic and I began to shake her gently.

“Hey! It’s alright! It’s alright! Nothing’ there! Look, please my love!” She shook her head vigorously for a moment more before she opened her eyes once I rested my hands on her warm cheeks. Hesitantly, she peered her frightened eyes open, looking up at me for reassurance that it was safe. I nodded to her, and she must have still had an ounce of trust in me as she cautiously poked her head around my shoulder.

She released a held in breath, and began to cry one more as her body collapsed against my chest.

“I’m tired Tommy. I’m tired, I’m-I’m scared.” She hiccupped, and I began to brush my fingers through her hair as I held the back of her head.

“I just want everything to end, to go away. I can’t do this anymore.” Her back was spasming, and her first was clutched into my shirt, holding on for dear. She was ready to let go, she had given up but the problem was, this curse wasn’t that easy to put to an end. It would take you when it was ready, it didn’t care how broken down she was, this curse was about pain, suffering, breaking down a person to their lowest level. I knew at that moment the end was beginning and it was far nearer than I was ready for.

“I know darling. I know.” I couldn’t tell her to keep fighting, what point would that contain? There was no cure for this curse, and I wish I could find one, because until then I must watch my wife die slowly and cruelly.

I held her in my arms as she shivered and sweated at the same time. “Y/N, I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” You didn’t nod or anything showing a response to him. The delusions that began a few weeks ago made you question whether Thomas was even your husband, if you even knew who this man holding you was at times. Fear fulfilled you but you found it best not to move and lay there limp as your body was in indescribable pain.

2 Weeks Later

It was a Wednesday when she had passed in my arms.

A small shimmer of sunlight had peaked between the curtains from the morning sky, settling on her still beautiful face. I combed a strand of hair behind her hair, admiring her perfect face before I had realized.

“Y/N?” She didn’t speak in return, and out of disparity I pulled her body in between my arms, embracing her now lifeless body, unable to hold back tears. They came flooding out, running down my cheeks, soaking the thin shirt she had been wearing, I had never felt more vulnerable and lost in my entire being. This was a loss I wasn’t prepared for. Nobody is truly prepared for death, but I wept. I wept and for once I prayed, I prayed that our children did not hear me.

I wasn’t ready to confront them, how was I supposed to tell Milly her mom was gone, how was I supposed to tell Charlie that now his second mother, was dead. My heart went out to our children, they were well behaved, innocent, and just so young and oblivious to the troubles of being an adult. Bless their heart. They were great kids, but I owe it all to you, my dear Y/N.

I telephoned Ada, settling my breath and trying to regain composure. She had answered right away.

“Thomas.” I sniffled in response, brushing away the snot that coated my skin with my sleeve.

“Ada, she’s gone.” The line was silent, assuming she was trying to think of something to make me feel better or make this process easier. I looked back at my wife once more and tried to tell myself, she was sleeping peacefully, it’s an odd feeling that’s indescribable when faced with your dead spouse, just completely still. It had felt like her soul and her being had already left the room, already making the house feel strange to me.

“I’ll be right over. Tommy, I’m so sorry.” I nodded to myself, once again being lost for words and hung up the phone. Should I lay here with her until Ada gets here? Should I go inform Charlie and Milly now? But if I do that, would they try to break into the room? Would they start crying and screaming to see you? Should they see you? My mind was roaming every which way, how do I know what do? You were always the smart one in our marriage.

The children didn’t understand, and I was grateful that Polly tended to Milly and Charlie while I arranged the funeral exactly how Y/N had wanted it.

The venue was closed casket, she did not want a gypsy funeral and she didn’t want the children to see her in that way. It was a close knit group of friends and family per her request in the backyard of the fortress we had built together.

I had the children at my side, dressed in black, and I had Ada braid Milly’s hair as she complained endlessly about it. That was when I saw my dear friend Alfie

“Thomas she was a wonderful woman, she cared for you and understood you inside and out, in a way I don’t think anyone ever has. Sometimes life has chosen to take people from us, and we can never understand why, eh? I nodded, still holding Charlie and Milly’s hands.

“Just know she’s in a better place mate? Alright?” I nodded in response and escorted the children toward the casket. I couldn’t help but feel my breath hitch in my throat, knowing she was in there, a part of me wanted to look but I wouldn’t as I wanted to respect her wishes.

The funeral began, everyone gathering in a small circle. Alfie spoke nothing but kind words and cracked a few jokes here and there to lighten the moods of not only the adults but the kids. It couldn’t stop the feeling of loss everyone had felt. As each person spoke, I realized it was now my turn. I gave Charlie and Milly a hug before I had spoke.

“Where can I even begin to honor this amazing woman. She gave me life, love, laughs, all the things I didn’t think were possible after I came home from the war. She struck something within me as she did to all of us. Her parenting skills and the patience she carried were beyond belief, and beyond anything I could be capable of. She made me learn that life isn’t about losing or winning, it’s not about money or business deals. It’s about family, being there for each other through a difficult time and I want to thank every one of you who came and-“

“Daddy can I say something?” Charlie spoke up interrupting me and my thoughts. I cued him to go ahead.

“Y/N might not have been my mom, but I loved her, and I hate that she’s gone. Life’s not fair, and I wonder why I can’t ever have a mom, but Y/N taught me that life works in mysterious ways and it’s okay to be sad sometimes, it’s what you do with that sadness that matters.” I felt my tears brimming at the rim but clenched my jaw, holding back my emotions for everyone here. I bent down and hugged Charlie telling him how well he did. Milly was in tears and I picked her up into my arms, cradling her before I excused myself into the house with them as I felt we needed a moment alone to be a family.

Later that night…

Once I tucked the children into bed and everyone had left, I felt lost. The person I shared my life with wasn’t home anymore and would never be again.

I closed the bedroom door and locked it. I can’t understand or find the meaning behind Y/N’s life coming to an end so soon. I weakly, opened the bottle of wine that sat atop the dresser while my mind was beginning to go frantic. I didn’t know the kids schedules like you, I didn't know what they liked to eat and what not or even if they were allergic to anything. What if I hospitalize them, or they get hurt on my watch in the way that Y/N and Ruby both did. What if I can’t protect them? How am I supposed to raise Charlie and Milly on my own when I don’t even know these little things about them because of business.

Cracking open the bottle I spilled the sweet alcohol down my throat, it’s taste quenching my nerves but it wasn’t enough. I needed more, as if it could replace the void in my heart.

I found myself rummaging through the drawers, tears brimming at the sight of her clothes lying next to mine but I stopped when I noticed a piece of paper, hanging out of one of her pockets.

“My dear Thomas,

                Don’t be sad, we knew the day would come sooner or later. It may feel like there is no reason to move forward but there is. Look after Charlie and Milly, they need their father, and they love you very much. Remind them every day that I am with them in their hearts, as I am with you. I wouldn’t trade our story for the world because you, Thomas Shelby, complete me. You’ve grown so much, and improved, you put your family first over business though it took quite some time, but you made that change for us. Don’t lose sight of who we are, who you are and what we’ve built. I know you’re scared but I believe in you Tommy, as I always have since day one. Before everything went wrong and I lost my mind I wrote down everything you could possibly be unsure about of the kids schedules, their meal times, doctors. Etc. You’ve got this my love, I promise you, you guys are going to be okay and I will still be around even if you don’t see me.

                                Love Dearly,

                                                Y/N”

I hung my head in disbelief, I don't know where I'd be or where to begin without Y/N. She seems to always think of everything, and every possible situation. I love her dearly, and I could never imagine re marrying or being with another woman after her.

[inkdrinkerworld]

A thought I had while watching top gun is in the scene when mav is like "don't tell me tell his family" and Bob looks sad I imagine that he's imagining someone having to tell his wife that he's dead 😭 the angst especially if they have kids / she is pregnant

omg yes!!

“don’t tell me, tell it to his family,” is replaying in bob’s mind all day.

he’s off, and everyone can tell he’s off.

“baby on board, everything okay?” even hangman’s voice doesn’t have the usual teasing tilt to it.

“p-peachy keen,” bob tries for nonchalance but the truth is, the thought of you having to come with your son to collect his belongings because he died on this mission is ringing like a bell in his head. R

hangman hums but they all move on with their day. bob isn’t there yet with his teammates to give them the whole rundown of your marriage and your son.

it lingers on his mind though. he doesn’t feel better till he’s parking in the front of the house and watches you open the door.

you notice something’s wrong with your husband immediately, bob knows you know when you stop your son from running across the yard and whisper, “wait till daddy gets to the door baby,”

“hi daddy!” bob’s miniature twin jumps on him and bob feels the ache in his chest dull slightly.

“hi buddy, you been good to your mama?” you ruffle bob’s gelled hair as you son affirms.

“and i helped her with dinner! we made,” he pauses, “mama, what did we make again?”

bob laughs then, heart light with the love of his son.

“we made daddy’s favourite, walleye.”

bob ushers you inside and locks the door behind himself.

“why don’t you go wash up buddy? and i’ll help your mama plate up?”

your son is wiggling out of bob’s arms in a flash.

you turn to bob and cup his cheek, “what happened today, robby?”

his eyes fill with tears behind his glasses, “something mav said,” you wait for him to continue in silence. “about us having to explain to the other pilots’ family and i just, i couldn’t stop thinking of you having to come collect my suit.”

“oh robby,” you coo, pulling him to your chest as your hand glides up and down his back. “i’m sorry that was on your mind today baby.”

you wipe his tears but know there’s really nothing you can say to get him not to worry about that. “i know you’ll do your best to make it back to us, i knew what i was getting into.” you say softly, feeling his nod on your shoulder.

“it just really got to me,” he says, wiping his cheeks before your son comes back out of the bathroom. “i love you, both of you.”

“i love you too,” you kiss him only to be interrupted by little feet pattering,

“mama, i want a kiss too.” bob chuckles as he pulls away and for now he’s comforted by the fact that he is home.

[writemekpop]

Anti Hero | Nakamoto Yuta

Summary: Mafia boss Yuta thinks that your body belongs to him. He shows up one night, demanding to be let in. Can you resist him?

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, toxic relationship

Word Count: 2.1k

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

It was 10PM. Who was calling so late? 

When you saw who was outside the door, your heart skipped a beat.

"Yuta," you gasped. 

Yuta was leaning against the door frame, arms folded. His dark hair was scraped back into a top knot, and his powerful arms swelled with new definition in his leather jacket. There was a fresh scar on his jaw and an inky black dragon tattoo curled around his neck.  

Yuta didn’t bother to hide the gun in his trousers. Maybe he wanted you to see it – to remind you of how many people he’d killed. 

Yuta’s razor stare scraped up and down your body, making you feel naked in your silk nightdress.

"Hey, mama," Yuta purred. "It's been a while."

Yuta walked forwards, but before he could come inside, you slammed your hand across the door, blocking his entrance. 

Yuta glared at your arm. Trembling, you fought the instinctive urge to move your hand away. 

 “You don't get to walk back into my life like that,” you hissed. 

You were about to slam the door in his face, but something stopped you. It was the squeal of your five-year-old son Kenji. 

"Daddy!" Kenji shrieked. He was running towards the door, chubby arms outstretched. 

Yuta's scowl transformed into a dazzling smile. You were almost blown away by his handsomeness. 

Yuta pulled his son into his arms and twirled him in the air. Kenji’s body swung in Yuta’s strong arms like a doll. He placed a kiss on his son's cheek, earning another happy squeal from the boy.  

"Why you no come inside, daddy?" Kenji asked, running his curious fingers across the thick silver chain that hung around Yuta's neck. 

"Don't worry, son. Daddy's home now." 

Yuta pushed past you, son in his arms, and made his way into the apartment. As he passed, a knife glinted in Yuta’s back pocket. 

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. You didn't want to make a scene in front of your son. Kenji still idolised his father, even though Yuta only bothered to show up once every few months. 

You were the one who read Kenji bedtime stories every night, the one who helped him with his homework, the one who looked after him when he got sick. But none of that mattered when Yuta came home. He’d bring sweets and baby Balenciaga outfits, and would instantly become the favourite parent. 

You bristled with anger as you watched Yuta put Kenji to bed.  

Yuta handled your son with such care, he brushed his hair gently and smiled softly – you couldn’t recognise him. The Yuta you knew only used kisses to hurt you; he only used smiles to taunt you.

You couldn't do anything but watch, paralysed by fear or anger, you weren’t sure. 

Once Kenji was asleep, Yuta came into the living room. 

"It's nice to be home,” he said, stretching his arms. Beneath his vest, his taut brown muscles bore new tattoos - flames, a skull, a scorpion.

"Why the hell are you here?  You were gone for three months. I thought you were dead.” You didn’t add that you desperately wished he was dead, too.

Yuta shrugged noncommittally. "It’s my house." 

You scowled. Yuta hadn’t asked how you were, or how you’d been coping whilst he completed yet another mission for the mafia. 

Yuta poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it.

You eyed the clock. It was almost midnight. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. 

You glanced down at what you were wearing - a silk nightdress that barely hid anything. You pulled on one sleeve of your cardigan. 

"Don't."

Yuta's voice stopped you in your tracks. You dropped the cardigan, trembling. 

"You look better without it," Yuta said, stalking across the room towards you. 

You stepped back, instinctively, but Yuta kept walking closer. Soon your back was pressed against the wall, and you had nowhere to move. 

Yuta's brown eyes bore into yours. 

- Six months ago- 

You stumbled through the front door, head spinning from that fourth cocktail. 

Yuta was sitting on the sofa in the pitch-black living room. He was gripping his whiskey glass so tightly that his knuckles had turned pale. 

"Where have you been?” he asked. 

"I told you! Girls' night."

Yuta stood up, glaring. "Wearing that?" He gestured to your purple sparkly mini dress. 

"Yes..." You pulled up one of the straps that had fallen off your shoulder. The warm buzz of the tequila was fading fast. 

"I don't believe you," Yuta hissed. "I think you’re fucking someone behind my back.”

You gasped. "No!"

Yuta stormed towards you and pushed you against the wall. He wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to look him in the eye.

"What have I told you about dressing like that?" He yelled. 

"Shh! You'll... wake Kenji!" 

You tried to pull his hand away from your throat, but he wouldn't budge.

"Let... me... go!" You said between gasps. 

"Should I let my men have their way with you? You'd like that wouldn't you, slut?" 

You flinched. Tears ran down your cheeks, smudging your mascara.

Yuta finally let go of your throat. You dropped to the floor, knees smacking against the wood. You struggled to catch your breath. 

Yuta stood watching you as your breaths slowed to normal. 

He held out his hand for you. "Don't cry," he said, voice slick. 

Trembling, you took his hand. You had no other choice.  

--- 

"I missed you," Yuta said. He ran his finger down your jaw. 

"I want you gone," you spat. 

Yuta chucked. "We all want things we can't have, darling."

 You raised your hand, aiming to slap his cheek. 

You brought your hand down, but Yuta caught your wrist before you could touch his cheek.

“You’re going to pay for that," He hissed. 

Your heart started to race.  

Before you could protest, Yuta leant forwards and kissed you on the mouth. He pressed his whole body against yours, trapping you against the wall.  

Pushing him off was futile. Your strength was nothing in comparison to Yuta’s.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the bedroom. 

--- 

The alarm clock read 3AM. 

You were lying in bed, paralysed, unable to get to sleep. 

Yuta was lying on his front, turned away from you. You watched the slow rise and fall of his naked chest. 

When you were sure he was deep in sleep, you slipped out of the bed. 

You tiptoed out of the room, biting your lip so hard you could taste blood. Yuta was a light sleeper, and any noise would wake him up.

You squinted as you navigated towards the living room, not daring to turn the lights on. 

You spotted Yuta’s cargo bag in the corner. Your heart surged as you rushed towards it. 

Hands trembling, you unzipped the bag and rummaged through it, searching for the stacks of dollar bills – but touched something cold and heavy instead. 

You pulled it out. It was Yuta’s gun. 

You dropped it instinctively, your breath tightening. But then you thought about your situation, about how dangerous Yuta was, and you willed yourself to pull it out of the bag.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to remember that one night, years ago, when you and Yuta were on a beach in Nagasaki. You were both drunk on pina coladas, and he’d taught you how to shoot a gun. 

“So this is how you turn it on…”said Yuta, sliding the safety off.

“I thought you had to rub it to turn it on?” you chuckled.

You’d made love on the sand that night, with the sea breeze caressing your naked bodies, high off the power of wielding that gun. The Yuta you knew now was so different. What had you become? 

Forcing your hands to stop trembling, you clicked off the safety. 

There was a creak behind you.

“What are you doing?” 

It was Yuta. 

You spun around, pointing the gun. 

Yuta was standing at the door, staring at you. Your blood ran cold. 

“Do you really hate me that much? You don’t know how lucky you are.” Yuta took a step towards you. 

“Don’t come any closer!” you shouted, pointing the gun in his face.

Yuta threw his head back and laughed wildly. 

You stood there frozen, watching him. Your arms ached from holding the gun, which suddenly felt like it weighed a tonne. 

When he stopped laughing, the look he gave you was so sinister that the hairs on the back of your neck literally stood on edge. 

“You want to shoot me, bitch? Do it.” 

You gulped, unmoving. 

“Do it!” he shouted. 

Your entire body was on fire, every muscle begging you to pull the trigger. You willed yourself to squeeze. All it would take was one small click…

But, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

You lowered the gun slowly. Tears trickled down your cheeks. 

His face curled into a snarl. “I knew you couldn’t.”

Yuta lunged towards you, arms outstretched. 

He closed the gap between you in less than a second. Yuta’s hands closed around the gun, pulling it out of your grasp. 

You yelled. 

BANG! 

There was a ringing in your ears, then everything faded into silence. The smell of smoke flooded your senses, and something else too - rusty, organic, human. 

In that moment, your whole relationship with Yuta flashed before your eyes - every teary night, every lazy morning, every fight, every kiss…

It was almost funny. You always knew Yuta would be the end of you, but you didn't think you'd go quite like this - shot down by the only man you’d ever loved. 

You looked down at your chest for the bullet wound, but all you saw was untainted silk. 

You frowned. Where was the blood? 

You looked up at Yuta. 

Then you saw it. 

Yuta was clutching his chest, face contorted in agony. Fresh blood was pouring out from under where his hand was clamped. 

He staggered backwards. 

You gasped. 

“Y/n…. you!” Yuta tried to speak, but his light was fading fast. 

You dropped the gun, hands shaking. 

Yuta slumped down onto the floor.

"Mommy?"

The sound of your five-year-old made you gasp.

You turned to the door to see your son, Kenji. His face was puffy with sleep, and his black hair was stuck up in all directions. He was clutching his hello kitty plushie to his chest. 

"Honey, close your eyes!” You said a little too loudly. “Let's… play hide and seek!"

You prayed Kenji hadn't noticed his father’s body on the floor. 

The little boy obediently pressed his palms against his eyes and started counting. 

The pool of blood by Yuta’s body had grown. His face was pale, drained of colour. He had gone completely still. 

You allowed yourself a sigh. He was gone. You were free. 

You pulled the blanket off the couch and threw it over Yuta's body. Then you ran to your son, who's eyes were still closed, and picked him up. 

You rummaged under the cupboard under the sink for the backpack of essentials you'd hidden in case you ever needed to escape. 

Then, with Kenji tucked firmly into your arms, you left. 

The cold air was biting, but right now, it felt like heaven. Despite your tears, despite the fact that you couldn’t stop shivering, despite the strange feeling that you’d lost a part of you… you were happy.

You sat on a bench as Kenji slept on your lap. 

You pulled out your phone and dialled a number, the only one you’d memorised, apart from Yuta’s.

It was the number of your childhood friend, who worked in a cafe across town. He was cocky and a little too loud, but he was sweet, and most importantly, he was trustworthy. 

 It rang twice before picking up. 

A sleepy voice grumbled across the phone. "Y/n? Is everything okay?"

"Haechan? Can you come get me? I’ll… explain later."

There was silence. "Is it... him?"

You smiled, even though you knew he couldn't see you. "He's gone."

Haechan let out a relieved sigh. "I'm on my way.

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